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"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "MORDUN\n \n Spoiler \n One day whilst Mordun is hiking up and down mountainside paths searching for some truth to a rumour he had heard about a tower being built in the next valley over to serve as a refuge for some reclusive unnatural. While he was making his way along a particularly trecherous portion of the cliff face his dwarven intuition was piqued by something unnatural in the rock he was clinging to.\n\nWithout any further notice the rock itself swelled around his hands and feet pinning him in place. The cold from the stone slowly numbing his hands and chilling his body and soul completely. No amount of struggling or cursing unnaturals and their ilk seemed to have any effect and he was eventually consumed by the earth itself. Consciousness faded into a hazy preternatural existence devoid of anything except the confining darkness and the weight of stone embracing him. \n \n\n (OOC: Who's next? I'm waiting on initiative. I will tie you all in similarly then go on to explain your surroundings as a group.) "
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"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Lialei Heartblossom\n \n Spoiler \n Lialei had become accostomed to her forest paths and patrolling the borders of her land. She was always warry and vigilant of dangers to herself and others who might not be as watchful. Whenever she descovered a new hazard or trecherous plot of land she would do her best to ward others from the area with common trail markers warning of danger.\nShe was setting a marker on just such as occassion to ward travelers of a pit that had opened as a result of too much rain and the bank of the path eroding into a deep sinkhole. When she noticed the traces of smoke on the wind she was not alarmed at first. It was not all that uncommon for travelers and hunters to be about the paths and trails in the area. She dismissed the scent on the wind as nothing out of place and went back to placing markers and trying to fence in the sinkhole with briars.\n\nIt wasn't until late in the day when she was exhausted from her long hours of labour and had finally finished her task that she noted the pressence of smoke was still in the air. She had become accustomed to the scent and only noticed now the slight haze of smoke that was gathering about the hole she had been working to protect. Immediately alarmed she decided she had better check on the source of the fire in order to discover it's source. Perhaps there were some adventurers or a gathering of some sort... a feast perhaps? It was close to the harvest season and there were a few settlements of primative races nearby. Perhaps they were responsible for the smoke on the winds.\n\nWithout any further speculation or debate she set off. Wuickly settling into her practiced strides and devouring ground beneath her as she sprinted through the undergrowth towards the smoke. As she ran it became harder and harder for her to breathe, she noted with alarm that it was also becoming hotter the thicker the smoke was. She was almost running doubled over just to keep her head out of the clouds of smoke now billowing from between the trees. It stung her eyes and her lungs as she dragged in ragged breaths. She didn't bother wiping the tears from her eyes. Even if she were not crying from the smoke tears would flow freely. This was her forest and her home being destroyed. She knew every path and trail and every tree that was now being consumed by fire.\n\nShe no longer debated the source of the fire this much smoke could only mean that there were a great many trees on fire. She franticly searched her memory of her forest for a nearby water source and altered her course to bring her near it. Eventually splashing into the shallow water of the stream she used the cool water to clear the ashes from her face and began the grim task of hauling water and trying to stop the fire from spreading. She knew others would come. Her fellow scouts and wardens of the woods would soon discover the plight of their home as the animals brought them warnings and tales of the fire. She worked alone into dusk never stoping, she had cut a swath accross the fires path and was confident that she had made a difference. Her presence seemed to bolster the resolve of nature around her and the fire seemed held at bay. She trudged back to the stream for more water to continue her work. Barely able to stand she dropped to one knee... she had been working for hours and was now utterly exhausted. She felt herself being dragged down by the aches and soreness of her limbs. On all fours now she could imagine sleeping amidts the cool forest bed watching the limbs swaying above her head in the breeze.\n\nShe wasn't even alarmed when she felt herself sinking down towards the ground... no not towards... into the ground... but she was too tired to care. She gave into the urge to close her eyes and rest. Darkness came quickly and Lialei was unaware that the darkness was magical instead of natural.\n\n...She slept.\n "
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"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Habadur Turnous\n \n Spoiler \n Habadur having heard of a religous cult on his travels that were familiar with undead and rites revolving around them was intrigued to hear of others of his order. At first disbelieving that others could have the same ideals as he and his brothers could have so far from his home. Such was the mystery and power of his God he surmised. Quickly he set out to find them and rekindle his association with them. He wanted to show them all he had discovered and learned in his travels, his new found power and abilities. He was excited and relieved after having spent so many years studying and traveling with those who did not believe and who saw his faith as evil and who could never understand the truth. He would finally be among those who appreciated and understood his views as he did.\n\nHe made his way along the coast and towards the forested cliff that they supposedly had built a large monastary upon. Although the people he talked to among the outlying villages and towns spoke of cruel torture and unspeakable acts of depravity from those who lived high on the cliff surrounded by forest. They also claimed the woods were haunted at night and that devils and demons prowled after dark. Such were the tales and flights of fancy he had endured all his years as he travelled among the ignorant masses who understood little of his divine order and the quest for knowledge that they pursued dogmatically. How could they understand? They were ignorant of the ways of his order and their true intentions, of course anything outside the percieved normalacy would be shunned and reviled by those who were unlearned and unable to comprehend.\n\nSo Habadur travelled and encountered none of the supposed dangers of the forest. Seeing neither demon nor monster on the well-worn path bolstered his spirits. Those people must have enjoyed trying to torment visitors and passers-by with their tales of woe. He chuckled to himself thinking of the simpletons who must be scared by such obviously fradulant claims. There was nothing even remotely evil about this forest. The birds sang and the trees swayed merrily as he walked among them.\n\nFinally after a full days travel and an afternoon of asscending the steep path that lazily wound its way up the steep cliff Habadur came at last to a very large and imposing gate set into a wall that stetched 30 feet high. He was impressed by the drawings and the friezes set into the face of the door. Now he understood the paranoia of the people a little better. The faces and bodies of the people carved into the door were wretched and withered looking. As though the life had been sucked from them, twisted as though in pain. Sneers and faces full of agony and pain stared back at him as he studied the door. Msterful he thought to himself. A true testament to their work, if a bit morbid for his taste.\n\nHe reached up for the large rope off to one side of the large door and gave it a steady pull. Behind the doors hes could clearly hear a bell toll, and feet as people stirred. He heard a slidding shutter open in the door and moved to stand in front of it. He announced himself and was met by a surly looking face in the small opening who asked about his business and then grudgingly allowed him entry into the monastary, through a small door set into one side of the larger doors. As Habadur stepped through the doorway he was startled to see that the open area of the monastary was crowded with people. He tried to stand a little straighter and pushed back the weariness of the days travel from his mind. As he did so something struck him as odd. There were people of all stations of life here, not just monks and clerics as he had expected to find. There were trades people and merchants and all sorts from all different avenues of life. The other thing struck him as odd was that they all dressed in styles and a manner that suggested nobility. However it was an older style that he had not seen in years.\n\nQuickly dismissing these as unimportant issues he set about getting to know those who were gathered about the courtyard. He had yet to see any symbols of his order but assumed these people were simple followers come to pay homage and ask for services of his faith. He was just finishing his rounds when he saw the doors to the main building open out of the corner of his vision and saw three of the most beutiful women he had ever seen emerge from the building. He was imediately charmed by them, finding their alure irresistable he found himself staring at them as they came towards him through the crowd. They were dressed in fine gowns that shimmered in the now dull light of the moon. Was it so late? He wondered to himself. No matter soon he would have a room for the night and he could rest there and begin the task of discussing business with those of his order who resided here.\n\nThe three women walked towards him with a grace and fluidity that spoke of a sensuality and a certainty borne of self confidence. The woman on the right was garbed in a light green with cream coloured lace that danced along a bodice that was daringly cut to expose almost all of her femanine features for any who would look. Her eyes were dark and alluring and her face was angular and refined. Her dark hair was swept into a mass of curls and help in place by a miriad of jewelled pins that sparkled and danced in the moonlight as though they themselves were alive.\nThe woman on the left was dressed more plainly than the two beside her. Her hands clasped demurely in front of herself and the pale skin of her arms was contrasted dramatically by the dark satin black of her gown. Trimmed with silver thread and small diamonds as accents she was short and elfin where the others were tall and fit. She stood meeting his gaze occassionally but looking down and straightening her gown, as though nervous. Her dark hair mirrored the woman on the right but where her hair was full of curls and bounce this ones hair was cut short and straight held in place by a circlet covered in diamonds as perfect as her skin.\nThe third woman stood as though she commanded the attention of everyone within her gaze. That everything she saw she expected to obey her demands. Her attitude was further enhanced by the high nechline of her yellow and gold gown. Sparkling with golden thread and lace she seemed majestic and regal. Her face was set in a stern expression and she was clearly the eldest of the three and in charge. She radiated a confidence that was unsettling and the effect only increased as tenssion grew with the silence.\n\nFinally she spoke and her powerful voice filled the still air of the night. \"Who are you that dares to so boldly comes where none shall tread uninvited?\" She demanded. At a loss for words at this exclamation Habadur searched for a suitable answer, finding none. He waited. \"It has been years since one of your kind has dared to venture here.\" She continued unfazed by his silence. \"Were i younger i would play with you and entertain myself into the long hours of the night. However such things are beneath me now and this matter will be settled by the council of three. Your fate will be brought to you in the morning, as we decide it this night.\" With that final proclimation she nodded to those around Habadur and the night filled with the sound of metal being unsheathed. With an inward groan Habadur cursed his ill fate and tried to reason with those around him telling them who he was and what his intentions were. That he was not from the village but atraveller and a follower of their ways.\n\nThe woman turned slowly and rested her gaze upon him. Habadur had the feeling that she was staring into him more than she was looking at him. He shuddered and tried to calm himself. \"If you are a true follower of our ways then you will have nothing to fear. Surrender yourself into our care and we will decide your fate as your superiors.\" With the last sentance she seemed amused smirking with the last words. Reluctantly Habadur allowed them to take him into their custody and was brought to a chamber on the second floor. Not at all what he expected he was brought to a lavish room with all sorts of delicacies and extravagant ameneties within the room. Food was piled high on one of the tables as though a feast had been underway when he arived. There were even clean clothes and a hot bath awaiting him in the far corner behind a screen. This isn't half bad he though to himself as he imediately decided to take advantage of his good fortune.\n\nAfter a bath and changing into clean clothes he ate his fill of the most splendid food he had ever tasted. Eating twice as much as he would normally have thought polite. He was lounging in a chair sipping the most splendid selection of cordials he had ever had when he heard a noise stir the tapestyr behind him and a gust of cool air waft towards him from the same direction. He turned and was alarmed and yet pleased to see the youngest of the three standing behind him with her back to the tapestry hurriedly smoothing it back in place. Her gaze met his and for an instant he though he saw sadness in here eyes and something else which he couldn't place before her expression changed to one of determination.\n\nStanding before him she seemed more childish without the two other women. She couldn't be much older than 18 or so he guessed. Just entering into womanhood, her pale skin and large dark eyes felt as though they were drawing him in. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. \"Where are my manners?\" He said appologetically. \"I am Ha...\" She interupted him by reaching up and grabing the back of his head. Habadur sought to resist but she was far stronger than she had seemed. This whelp of a girl was able to bring her lips to his for just a moment and the sensation shocked Habadur as he felt magic stronger than any he had ever felt before course through him. Finally able to gather his senses he pulled the girl away and she allowed herself to be pushed away he realised. She smiled up at him with a playful smile. \"They wanted to kill you. They can't now that you are mine.\" She said to him matter of factly. \"However it still is not safe for you to remain here. You must flee and never return to these lands or they will find you and kill you as they sought to this night.\" Stunned Habadur was struggling to make sense of all the unknown and inexplicable things that were happinging to him and around him. He never wanted any of this, had never asked for any of this.\n\nHe looked up at the girl who felt his equal even though he towered over her. She was slight but strong, he knew that now. She half dragged him towards the wall where the tapestry she had stood in front of hung. Reaching up into the wall she twisted her hand in a small gensture and the wall behind the tapestry faded away. Staring into the space beyond Habadur recognised the woods he had walked through earlier that day. He began to step forward and stopped. Looking back at the girl feeling a large mixture of emotions and still unsure of what had happened and what was to happen. He stepped through the opening, turning as he passed through to catch one final glimpse of her face. She was nowhere to be seen. The opening had vanished without a trace and he was alone in the woods. For the first time in his life he was scared and felt more alone then all his years travelling and for all his time spent alone studying. Now was the first time it had ever bothered him or that he had though about it in a negative way.\n\nHe ran... his legs accustomed to walking he stumbled as he ran... His mind reeling with the events of the day. He ran... Thinking thoughts of this girl-turned saviour. He ran... Feeling the earth speed by beneath him. He ran... and ran until he could run no more. Colapsing exhausted at the edge of the woods he welcomed the darkness the crept over him. Secure in the fact that he was far from the events of tonight he slept... and dreamt... of her.\n\nSo exhausted from the night before he didn't even wake when the sun lit his face and when the morning came only a few hours after he had collapsed. He slept the sleep of the exhausted and did not even stir at the touch of the cold stone. As the grey cold grasp of the stone seeped around his limbs and covered him. He lay there prone and uncaring until the darkness consumed him completely.\n "
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"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Fethen Talvarson\n \n Spoiler \n\nHaving heard many rumours about creatures and adventurers disappearing lately all about the continent Fethen had decided to research and document whatever information he could find on the matter. Traveling to various locations where reported mysterious disappearances had occured. He set about identifying commonalities between them. Two that he knew of had transpired near temperate forests, and one of those and another had occured near rock formations caused by geo-syncratic events based off of techtonic activity. No corelation there, it would seem. He sat for months studying the factors and the relationships between the disappearances going over his notes and sketches again and again.\n\nHe had requested assistance from some of his collegues but they were each more busy than the last and just as interested in their own mysteries and unsolved riddles of magical occurances. It wasn't until one day that he had the idea of formulating a pattern based on the timing and the extrapolation of longitudinal corelation of the sites of apperature that he descovered he might actually be able to predict the next anomaly that was causing the disappearances. He was certain that there must be some sort of logical phenominon or explanation as to the existance of whatever was responsible.\n\nSo he charted maps and astrological patterns and planned everything down to the most minute detail until finally he had uncovered a pattern that would lead him to the next random concentration of anomalies that seemed prevalent in the areas surrounding each occurance and which would give him the best opportunity to witness the anomaly himself and document it fully.\n\nHe made his preparations and set out to gather his most important research findings to ever be conducted in the name of magic. Imagine if he could harness the power or what arcane knowledge might be found simply through the study of one of these anomalous occurances. Either natural or constructed it stood to reason that a great amount of power was being expended. To what purpose he began to wonder over the weeks it took him to travel. Teleportation would have been faster he mused to himself,but would have left him with less time to prepare. There were also all the tools and measurement devices he wanted to bring with him. Which never would have survived the spell. He sat back in his seat and let the scenery scrolling by the window of the coach entertain his thoughts.\n\nFinally they arrived where he had predicted the next occurance would take place. Inland some distance away from the shore which was unusual as the other occurances had all take place near the coast. He thought again about his theory about the magnetic pull of the earth influencing his readings and joted some quick notes to assure himself that his calculations were indeed acurate. Satisfied he began ordering the workmen to set up all the aparatus and magical measurement equipment he had brought with him. He settled down next to the artisans he had brought along on this expedition to sketch and map out the land where the phenomenon would take place.\n\nWith barely two days left until the actual convergence of events that would coalesce into the subject of his obsession of late. He was eager to see everything readied and put into place so that nothing would be missed.\n\nThe morning of the occurance he awoke early and feeling more cheerful than any other day he began to ready himself for his most prolific discovery. He re-checked everything to make sure everything all was ready to measure and record the magical and scientific information that would be needed to confirm his findings and explain what had been happening.\n\nAt around midday a few hours before the time when the event was to take place he noticed something out of place. He was watching the horizon and noticed a faint plume of dust rising off the road that they were near. The hill they had arrayed all manner of devices and contraptions upon was well defended by a few juniour apprentices he had brought and the workers they had paid well to help with the equipment and defend them during the journey as well. What he was worried about was that this possible intrusion of travellers could very well inferfere with his entire experiment. If any of the conditions were not perfect then everything would be ruined. With a single-minded determination Fethen set out to halt the interlopers and assure the success of his experiment.\n\nCalling out to some of the hired hands he began to make his way down the hill towards the valley to intercept them on the road before they reached the bottom of the valley and the point which the experiment would focus upon. Arriving well ahead of whoever was travelling towards them Fethen decided to reherse what he would say. After running through several different approaches of possible vernacular he decided the best approach would be the most honest and forthright. Telling the travellers that they were endagering themselves to perils unknown and that if they waited but an hour they would be safe.\n\nSoon the travellers came into view, a few men on horseback, and a wagon laden with goods. Upon seeing the men and Fethen gathered apparently awaiting their arrival the men on horseback seemed to grow anxious and slowed their pace discussing what they should do. Alarmed at their reaction Fethen at once realised his mistake and rode forward motioning his men to stay back. He called out to the men with the wagon telling them they were safe and that he and his men were not brigands but merely wished to talk and warn them of dangers ahead. The men relaxed at once and started joking with one another over who was most scared over the percieved threat.\n\nSoon fethen was among them and explaining the dangers ahead and the men seemed most grateful for the warning and they thanked Fethen and offered him a place at their fire that night if he would like to share their repast as a way of thanking him for his considerate actions. He accepted delighted at being able to get away from the dredful cooking of the young apprentices he had brought along cared little for culinary persuits and had only passable skill with cooking outdoors. His spirits bolstered Fethen made his way back to his camp in time to prepare. Everything was in place and he was growing increasingly anxious.\n\n...Two hours after his predicted time of the occurance nothing had happened and Fethen was so forlorn that noone could console him. How could he have been wrong? He had calculated everything so precisely so perfectly and yet somehow he had missed something. He looked over all his notes again and was reading them through when one of the hired hands came and spoke to him. He said that he and the others were heading down to the camp of the travellers who had offered them to join their fire earlier that day and asked if he would join them. Fethen was about to refuse caught up in his studies and self-deprication but instead decided perhaps some friendly company and good food could clear his mind and allow him to concentrate better. He gathered his pack and made his way down toward the other camp with the hired hand and was delighteed to hear music and merriment in the camp below.\n\nThey talked and danced and ate some of the best food Fethen had tasted in weeks. Late into the night they continued to enjoy the fire-side tales and refreshing company of other travellers. Until finally the night was pierced by a shrill scream. Everyone stopped at once and silence took over the camp. The only sounds came from nervous coughs and the snapping fire. Finally a man stood up accross the fire from Fethen and anounced that he would investigate the scream. He stalked off into the darkness surounding the camp seeming more angry than alarmed or afraid.\n\nFethen intrigued by the occurance and the mans response followed him hoping that perhaps he could lend a hand or magical aid if need be. So he ventured into the darkness to find the man. Without walking very far he soon heard voices coming from very close by. Something about how she shouldn't have come and he should have known better. Straining to hear Fethen decided he should anounce himself rather than evesdrop further, calling out he walked to where he thought the source of the discussion had come from. He nearly stumbled and decided that he had had enough of this stumbling about in darkness. A few moments later as though some diety had intervened the man he had seen leave the camp stood in front of him holding a torch.\n\nHe looked to be at his wits end. Huddled around his legs staring up at Fethen was a girl just starting her journey into adolescence. She stared back at him with accusation in her eyes as though he had interupted something important. With a mumbled appology Fethen was about to leave when the girl shrieked again. Both men turned to look down at her as she screamed and noticed with alarm that her feet had both turned grey. Fethen was elated. Finally something mystical was happening and he was a witness. As quickly as his excitment came it was replaced by the expression of the man in front of him. Anger and loathing danced accross his face as he grabbed Fethen and demanded that he release the child. Fethen with little idea of what he was talking about tried to explain that this was the danger he had predicted would befall them. The man seemed to hear his words but did not understand them completely. He let go of Fethen realising the sincerity and truth in his words and rushed to the little girl. Doing his best to comfort and console her Fethen noticed with alarm that the greyness was spreading up her body and clothing. He stood transfixed studying her skin as it was slowly and hungrily devoured by the greyness creeping up her entire body. Hey eyes fluttered as she tried to keep them open. By the time the grey entity or malady, whatever it was reached her torso her eyes were closed and the man in front of Fethen was crying holding her to his chest.\n\nIt wasn't until that moment that Fethen realised thatthe man was also being covered by the same greyness. It was almost fully up the mans legs at this point and was quickly covering him. Alot more quickly than it covered the girl Fethen realised. The mans shoulders slumped as though he was becoming weary. Remarkable Fethen thought to himself as he stifled a yawn. It must be getting quite late he thought to himself, as he brought his hand up to his mouth to stiffle a second yawn he noticed something odd in the light of the torch.\n\n...his hand was grey!...and then the darkness overcame him.\n \n\n\nBariaus Kazaphran\n \n Spoiler \n After travelling for what seemed like months without Marietta travelling with this band of mercenaries guarding wagons and caravans he was starting to miss her. Bariaus knew it had only been a few weeks but those weeks were devoid of laughter and while he enjoyed his work and wanted to continue. He also felt lonely. The men he traveled with talked endlessly about their families and friends back home and that did little to help Bariaus' mood. He had decided that he would return to see her for the next festival which was only a few weeks away. That would make her happy . He thought to himself of how he would suprise her with a gift when he saw her again. He could afford such things now that he had a steady job and almost 4000 gold saved up. He thought of all the things he might buy for her or all the places they might travel together.\n\nSighing and bringing himself out of his reverie Bariaus glanced from side to side stretching in the saddle. It was almost midday and they would be stopping soon. They had started early in the day and were already weary. They were riding up a slight incline when he noticed the wagon slow and the other men he was travelling with begin to shift in their saddles and glance at eachother. Then he saw what was making them nervous. Up ahead on the road was a band of horsemen waiting in the middle of the road for them to approach. The men around Bariaus were discussing tactics and how they might turn this encounter in their favour. Bariaus was going to supply his own opinion reguarding tactics and advantages he could see when suddenly one of the horsemen began riding towards them. The men around him eased theeir weapons from their sheath and he did the same. The man rode perhaps ten feet away from his companions and began calling out to them.\n\nHe was yelling jiberish about magical influences and alot of things that Bariaus had never heard of before. Apparently the mad was trying to warn them. Bariaus told the others that this was his impression and soon they began joking about being scared by a mage and his servants. Bariaus chuckle good-naturedly, he knew that mages could be fearsome when necessary. Raining death and destruction to masses more quickly and in ways swordsmen never could. The man rode up and explained himself more clearly now that he was not nearly as excited. He said his name was Fethenand he was here to study some sort of anomaly and it would be dangerous for them to continue to travel today.\n\nNot understanding the complexity of what he said but seeing the wisdom of his words the party called a halt and offered to share their fire with the mage and his men as a means of thanks. They had little to offer they told him except their company and the skill of their cook. The men all heartily endorsed the skill of the cook and Fethen himself seemed excited at the prospect so they agreed to meet later that night once the experiment had been concluded and the danger had passed.\n\nBariaus saw nothing spectacular happen throughout the day but didn't say anything. It was wise to steer clear of mages and their \"experiments\" noone ever knew what to expect from them. He was finished setting up camp and the food was almost ready when some of the mercenaries began unpacking their instruments and playing merry tunes. Some even began bawdy songs and dancing about the fire. Some pretending to be the wenches from the songs and the others to be the dashing hero from the songs they were re-enacting a particularly vulgar song about a prince and his sausage with magical abilities to charm any young maiden who happened to pass by. Bariausshook his head at a particularly vulgar stanza as the men errupted with laughter.\n\nThe mage from earlier that day walked into the firelight not much after the food was ready and began talking with the other men nearby. He was going on about how his experiment hadn't turned out as he had expected and the men were trying to cheer him up telling him tomorrow would be better and pushing food and drink into his empty hands. Bariaus was contemplating getting up from his bedroll and getting some food now that it was ready and a few of the others already had their bowls full of stew. When he heard a familiar shriek of terror. He immediately sat bolt upright. Marietta!? He thought he had heard it in his mind but then noticed that it was silent where moments before everyone had been laughing and joking and the noises of camp had filled the night.\n\nStanding up Bariaus set his resolve and decided that he would go and see what had made the noise. The other men in the group knew he was as reliable if not more so than any of them acquiesed and he quickly made his way towards the edge of their small camp and down into the valley beyond. He had travelled for maybe ten minutes when he finally came upon her. She was lying on her stomach and crying into the dirt her small fists clenched angrily and covered in dirt from where he supposed she had tried to catch herself when she fell.\n\nShe looked up at him and his intention to scold her faded immediately instead he helped her onto her knees and gave her the biggest hug. He told her that he loved her and hat she shouldn't have follwed him. It was dangerous and he would have come back for her. She began to cry and he didn't understand fully but assumed it was because she was scared. He heard a noise behind him and stood turning to face the source of the noise. It sounded as though someone was stumbling about in the darkness. He brought his torch up and in a whisper spoke the words that brought it flaring to life. He backed up a pace when he saw the mage blinking away the brightness of the torch and takign in the scene in front of himself.\n\nThe mage was staring at Marietta for some reason he seemed completely unconcerned about Bariaus. Then he saw it too. The faint greyness climbing over Marietta's skin. Without thinking Bariaus grabbed the mage and dragged him closer demanding for him to undo the magic he had cast on her. The mage protested and nervously exclaimed that he had done nothing and this was more likely the same danger he had warned them of earlier in the day. Finally distraught Bariaus dropped to his knees and began trying to soothe and comfort Marietta as the greyness covered her completely. Bariaus lowered his head fealing helpless and unable to protect her. Completely overcome with guilt and remorse he bearly even noticed the grey tinge of his own flesh, the cold seeping into his bones, and cold darkness that quickly followed.\n "
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"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Once Jael re-posts his background information i will write up an appropriate tie-in and put it here. Until then i am going to get things rolling with what is going on with the rest of the party.\n\nMordun Frostbeard\n As your eyes try to make sense of all the darkness that swims about your head you have the feeling that you are in fact beneath the earth. Although you are dissoriented and cannot reliably determine the depth of how far underground you are. You begin to feel the stiffness fading from your body. Your vission begins to blur and gradually painfully your vission returns causing lancing pain to sear through your head. It is almost enough to render you unconcious Fort Save - (1d20+7)[ 17 ](24) .\n\nAs you regain control of your body and struggle to bring life back into attrophied muscles. The stiff and unresponsive clumsiness befins to fade replaced instead by flickers of pain and convulsions wrack your body intermittently. As you lie on your back gasping for breath recovering from the pain you notice that there are several figures nearby. They seem to be covered with the same grey stone that covered you. They are as still as statues and as you begin to move about the chamber that you are in you notice to your dismay that there are row after row of such statues. They stretch as far as you can see in the dim light, fading off into the darkness beyond your vission.\n\nCloser inspection to the statues closest to where you lay reveals them to be in all fashion of dramatic poses. The one immediately next to you appears to be... \n\n(go ahead and describe yourselves if you want. Those of you that are there should be posed similar to how i left you in my tie-in. Bariaus clutching the girl, Lialei on all fours, etc.)"
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"author": "Greyen",
"message": "(OOC - Are the rest of us still stony? I'll assume we are.)\n Fethen \n\nOff to your left you can see one of the statues looks like a young man caught in mid yawn. His right arm is extended out in front of him, he is looking at his hand in shock as the left hand is balled up infront of his mouth stifling the yawn. He is dressed in what looks like working or traveling clothes. A thick belt laden with pouches and knives and a heavy looking back pack. He is a healthy young man, of medium build. Whoever carved these statues had great skill."
},
{
"author": "DonBiscuit",
"message": "Habadur\n\n\nOn the ground is a statue of a man, asleep. His clothes are wrinkled, as one might expect for someone sleeping in full dress, and fairly archaic. Otherwise disheveled and unkempt, it appears he has not had a comfortable sleep. Though frozen in stone, his face belies discomfort and a night of bad dreams.\n\nIt's hard to judge his height and weight with him on the floor, but the man appears roughly average. Normal height, normal weight; two arms, two legs. Peeking out from under his clothes is a well crafted holy symbol of some god, denoting him as a holy man. He is obviously a man used to fighting, he has some fairly obvious scars on his visible skin, and large sword strapped to his back."
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": " Lialei Heartblossom \n\nOne of the nearby statues is of a beautiful elven women, who seems to have fallen forward onto all fours. One of her lithe hands rests on a small mound of stone which is somehow expertly rendered into the lichen like flower of silvia that often grows on sandy lake and river sides. Her hair rests across her back and falls from her head in thin, heavy strands. As it hangs past two pointed ears, it frames a face with prominent features that look as at home on a statue as they might a woman. The expression is incredibly subtle, a look of peace and serenity on the face of the woman with closed eyes, expertly rednering the difference between trance and sleep in a way only an Elven artist, intimately familiar with the condition, could hope to render. And yet, for some reason, across the face of the elf is a thin scarf, holding tight to her face, hiding it's lower features.\n\nThe hood of her cloak seems to be lined with some kind of fur, though more easy to sculpt due to it's being matted by some kind of liquid. The cloak of the elf maiden trails across the wider than normal pedestal, and lays all bunched together, as if weighted by something, causing it to drag. From her body hangs an incredibly smooth rendering of cloth, polished in a way no granite could ever be polished. Leaf like in design, it again speaks of the elven crafted clothing that such a woman would undoubtedly wear, yet there is bulk added to her form by it that does not fully mirror the lithe nature shown in her face and hands, that cannot be fully explained by clothing. As well, the clothing does not match the curve of the back that would be evident there, instead it seems to drape more over a strait back... yet with the other wet clothing there, and her lithe nature, one would think it would cleave to a cleft in her back along her spine... and yet it does not.\n\nAcross this clothing, and from her apparently ample chest hangs a sash on which rest several small hooks. Any artisan able to keep such stone hooks from breaking must be an expert, and yet how could one become such an expert at rendering the face without giving heed to what the body would look like under such clothes?\n\nFurther down past her leaf like tunic are a matching pair of trousers which extend most of the way down the leg, but in her position... ah, here is where it makes sense. Expertly rendered armor peeks it's way out from under her trousers, near her boots.\n\nOn her back, in addition to her cloak are a bow case and quiver, as well as a haversack. On her belt are a pouch and sheathed dagger."
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": "Rudiger\n\nWalking hesitantly from statue to statue, Mordun gazes into the eyes of each figure, wondering if they are simply stone carvings or \" some bloody unnatural's trick. \" Judging by his most recent experience and his current location, he figured the latter.\n\nKeeping an an eye and an ear out for movement, Mordun approaches the nearest statue, a young man with traveler's clothes and a large pack.\n\n Blast, there's some witchcraft in these stones, I wonder if I've escaped from some torment this poor soul has not... \n\nWhile speaking Mordun runs his hands over the outstretched arm of the figure, feeling for any irregularities or strange properties.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf possible, rolling a Spot and Listen check on the general environment and a Search check on Fethen's form. If I can only have one, I'll take the Search check.\nSpot: (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \nListen: (1d20+8)[ 26 ] \nSearch: (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \n "
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{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": "Lieing on the ground, a statue draws attention. It shows a young man and an adolescent girl in the middle of what seems to be a hug. While the girl has a look of fear in her face, the man is shifting between an expression of anger and joy, a look of confusion in his eyes. He seems to be some kind of warrior knave, a sword at his left, a chain shirt worn over his outfit, and a few sacks on his belt and back, which are covered by a heavy woolen cloak. It seems as though they share a connection, and that some mishap has occurred, for the girl seems to have fainted, her long hair falling limply behind her back, and the man clutching her as if to stop her from falling."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nYou have time for all those checks. Also seeing as there are several hundred statues around you i shall asume that you are gazing into the eyes of the ones closest to you.\n \n\n\nThe stonework of the statues standing in front of you is masterful, even the irregularities of life and subtle flaws of humanity are conveyed precisely. There is no sign of natural flaw in the stonework or any variation in colouring of the stone except where it might be expected to contrast skin, hair, and clothing. You almost expect a breeze to ruffle their hair and clothing so still and lifelike they appear. Even in all the dwarven lands there has never been such splendid masonry as what lays before you. The hands that carved it must be masterful in their precision and dexterity to lovingly carve such supple creations. If it were natural.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSPOT: As you gaze about the room you notice that there are row upon row of statues in a dizzying array of poses and from all the races you have seen, even some you have not. The statues nearest you seem pristine and unaged although there are others within the room that have been affected by time or other unfortunate circumstances. Missing limbs and even shattered remains of some statues liter the floor of the enormous cavern.\n\nLISTEN: Although unnoticable at first in the silence of the chamber over the sound of your own rapid breathing. Soon you become accustomed to your own sounds and the rhythm of your heart and are able to notice other similar sounds nearby. Faint rhythms that are almost undetectable.\n\nSEARCH: As you run your hand over the statue of Fethen you notice it is not quite cool as you had expected of a statue. Upon closer inspection you can also feel the faint traces of a lifebeat pulsing from beneath the stone. However there is still something wrong and unnatural feeling about this place, even if you cannot discern what that might be.\n \n\n\nStanding alone and uncertain in the darkness you feel your hand growing cold where you touched the statue. Then you notice with fascination as the statue's arm regains some of it's lost colour. The grey slowly fading from where it was touched, as you remove your hand the colour slowly fades leaving stone in it's place once again. At the same time your own hand turns pale and grey leaving a terrible pain in it's place.\n Negative Damage - (1d8+1)[ 5 ](6) (sucessful willsave halves damage)\n\nAs the statue returns to its grey colourless state you feel a slight tingle at your neck followed by an itching sensation you had not felt until now."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nAs Rudiger touches that statue, the face of the statue slowly animates. A slight color flushes across his and disjointed words escape breathlessly from his lips What... is . As you move your hand away the color fades."
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{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nRoll for Will Save:\n (1d20+3)[ 21 ] \n \n\n\nMordun stares in horror as the statue speaks. These figures are truly men!\n\nWracking his brain for any knowledge of how to reverse such wizardry, Mordun regards his hand. Now grey like the statue beside him, the pain at the base of his skull warns him not to be so foolish around magic yet again.\n\nThe more he considers his plight, the more a dark anger rises up inside him.\n\n I must find a way to rescue these souls, I know the trickeries of magic all too well. Whatever terrible force drew them here did not intend for my escape, so I must use that to my advantage. It seems my lifeforce itself could bring them back, though would I survive? I must explore further. \n \n Spoiler \n\nRolling a Knowledge: Arcana and Spellcraft check regarding the statues, any reversal, and the effects of Mordun's contact.\nKnowledge: Arcana- (1d20+6)[ 16 ] \nSpellcraft- (1d20+5)[ 21 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "As he studies his hand Mordun realises that the affect of his contact with the stone was not permanent. Although painful he may be able to counter whatever is holding these people prisoner. How much of himself is he willing to sacrifice of himself to save those he doesn't even know is another matter.\n \n Spoiler \nYou can surmise this with the related checks you made. Also take 3 Damage\n "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": "Realizing grimly what must be done, Mordun surveys the figures closest to him. A fallen elf, a sleeping man, a couple embracing, and an adventurer, all frozen in torment. Farther beyond them Mordun sees the petrified shapes of other, less familiar beasts, still in their poses of anger, confusion, and sleep.\n\nTurning around and dropping his pack to the floor, Mordun digs inside for a moment before coming out with four vials, each containing liquids brewed to fight off sickess and injury. Opening them all, he sets three at his feet and clutches the fourth in his right hand. Kneeling to make sure he is still within arm's reach of the other potions, he takes a deep breath and clamps his left hand around the outstretched arm of the adventurer who had previously showed a glimpse of life.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMordun is attempting to fully revive Greyen's character. When he feels he has slipped to half-health he will drink the potion he is holding, and will continue to drink the remaining potions whenever he again feels he is in danger. If he has drunk all of the potions and doesn't think he will survive the process he will release his grip on the statue and rethink his options.\n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "As he takes hold of the living-statue Mordun experiences pain as he has only experienced at the hands of unnaturals. It sears him with an intensity the belies it's bone chilling effect. He can feel his own life force flow out of his hand and into the statue where he has placed it.\n\nAs he feels his life flow into the statue he can also feel a warm sensation begining to flood through himself eminating from his neck. As though a piece of warm metal was being pressed against his flesh. Althought it is only uncomfortable at first it steadily gains intensity the longer he rests his hand upon the statue.\n\nAfter a minute at most the statue has regained all colouration and seems able to sustain itself mordun colapses in exhaustion.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf the damage was too much for you then you may be unconscious before you could have drank the first potion. It is not a gradual effect but something that you notice once you break the bond between yourself and the statue. (so in other words the damage happens at once instead of 1d6 every round.)\n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "the roll messed up so here it is.\n Energy Drain Damage - (6d6+6)[ 30 ] (DC 20 Will save Halves)"
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{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "OOC - Rolls only work in the first post - not edits\n\n Fethen \n\nThe young man's color comes back his words come more easily as life floods into him. ...going on here? He staggers a lttle as full life and realization dawn upon him. He looks around the darkness (is there any light?) What is going on...here? \n\n-if there is no light Fethen first pulls out his everburning torch-\n\nSeeing the dwarf in pain he quickly grasps his belt and touches the dwarf on the shoulder. Golden light flows from the belt through Fethen's arm into the dwarf.\n \n Spoiler \n\n1 charge from healing belt (2d8)[ 7 ] \n \n\n I think I have you to thank for saving me from being a stone for the rest of time. That was a magnificent variation of a transmutation effect, but not really something I treally want to experience. As he rambles on Fethen turns around and for the first time sees the other statues Oh, my. For the love of all that is magical. What is going on here? "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nWill Save: (1d20+3)[ 17 ] \n \n\n \"Bah.\" Mordun muttered simply as he pulled himself to his feet. Love of all that is magical... It's magic that got you into this, boy. He began re-corking his potions and placing them back in his pack, then turned to face his new companion.\n\n If you're wondering where you are, you're asking the wrong guy. Last I knew I was climbing some mountains, hunting down an unnatural I had heard stories about. Perhaps we've fallen into one of his traps, it wouldn't be the first time...\n\nRegardless, you're probably wondering how we were freed. Well, I simply awoke here and, after some unplanned experimentation, found that physical contact pulled you back into reality. *cough* At no small expense to my own health... "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nA myriad of emotions play across the young man's face as the dwarf explains where and why they are here.\nSeeing the dwarf's health problems he offers his hand while holding onto his wide brown leather belt that has 3 moonstones set into it. Do you need some healing? I can help you a little here. \n-If the dwarf accepts-\n \n Spoiler \n\nHealing belt - 1 more charge (2d8)[ 7 ] healed\n \n\n You have my undying gratitude. I am Fethen Talvorson, Conjuror of the third circle, graduate of the Univerity Arcana at Wizard's Point. Fethen stands tall, obviously proud of his (meaningless) title. He looks around at the other staues and sees the statue of Bariaus and rushes over to it. So you are here too. He reaches out to touch the statue to see if there is anything he can figure out about it."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Fethen's Damage - (1d8+1)[ 6 ] (Will halves)\n\nAs Fethen reaches out and gingerly touches the statue of Bariaus trying to figure out the extent of magics affecting him. To his suprise even the slightest touch sends shards or pain lancing through his arm. How could the dwarf have managed to hold onto him for any length at all?\n\nThere is no noticeable change in the statue form of Bariaus at his touch.\n\nPerhaps the collar he wears has something to do with lessening the effect of the stone?\n\n(Dun dun dun!)"
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen recoils from the statue with a yelp. He turns sucking on his fingers Mrmrmmmrph... Pulling his fingers out of his mouth he then says sheepishly where is my head? Talking with a mouth full of fingers, the magics here must have confuddled me a bit. The words seem to tumble from his mouth in a torrent.\n\nhe sighs deeply and the continues at a more measured pace It seems that the collar you wear is what makes you able to break the magics. I will try my own magics to counter it but I do not know if it will do any good. I do not know how you had the fortitude to hold onto me for so long as it must have taken to wake me. \n\nFethen looks around at the statues, thinking. Chin in hand and the other scratching his head he Hrmmm.... he selects one with a visible holy symbol that he recognizes as one to a good god or beneficial neutral god. He then walks over and to it and speaking in a harsh toungue makes a breaking motion toward it."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "...fizzle...\n\nThe spell seems insufficient to disrupt the magic already in place."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n Well, that just gave me a shiver. Best not try that again. One more thing to try my friend dwarf. Fethen reaches down and once again touches his belt attempting to channel the healing powers of his belt into the statue.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nLast charge for the day. (2d8)[ 10 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "As the spell is chanelled into Fethen's hand he places it to the statue. The magic of the spell is repulsed by the statue. The magical aura surrounding Fethen's hand makes a slight popping noise and vanishes suddenly.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThe charge from the belt is returned and the spell does not manifest.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n\nWhile Fethen attempts to duplicate Mordun's success, the dwarf watches with simmering discontent.\n\n You'd be well advised to cease that hocus-pocus of yours. You seem... harmless enough, but you're playing with a powerful thing not meant for our hands to distend or our words to corrupt. Mordun's hands grasp the collar clenched tightly around his neck. If it's the collar that sets these people free, then I'm the only one to do it, so step back boy! \n\nThe last few words come out as a shout as Mordun grasps the statue Fethen was focusing on."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen looks at the dwarf confused at first then jumps out of the way as he reaches for the statue."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "As Mordun erupts in anger and Fethen shrinks back caught off guard by the display and his own lack of success. The echoes of his outburst slowly fade from the enormous cavern they must surely be in.\n\nAs Mordun's hand comes into contact with the statue the familiar yet still unimaginable pain lances through him yet again. Damageroo - (6d10+6)[ 28 ] (Will dc 20. save for half) The pain albeit brief this time seemed more severe than the last he experienced. (There seems to be a direct corelation between the hardiness of the person-turned-statue and the life required to fully rejuvinate them.)\n\nWith the contact of hand to stone the collar seems to remain cool this time around suggesting less of a link between the statue and itself. His head throbbing with the painful experience he has just put himself through Mordun is staggered by the impact. (dc 20 Fort Save or go unconcious after next strenuous action.) Mordun who had seemed healthy and hale before his most recent encounter now seems haggard and as threadbare as a traveller's clothes after 3 months on the road.\n\n(Wis check by either of you or Heal check to ascertain just how many times someone might survive such an encounter.)"
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen watches in a mixture of shock and awe as the dwarf wracks his body for another's life. Speachless he touches his belt and channels the golden energy into the dwarf again.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nLast charge (2d8)[ 6 ] \n\nHeal check (1d20+1)[ 15 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "As Mordun once again sacrifices his own body enduring pain for those he doesn't know the statue-form of begins to move. Returning to life Habadur shudders as the dreams fail to fade from his subconcious immediately. He can remember the girls face all too clearly. It's as though she has imprinted herself onto his mind.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFethen would be able to surmise from his heal check that expending so much life without allowing his body to recuperate is suicidal at best. Even with the support of magical aid the requirements and strain placed on the dwarven body would be fatal if continued further without natural rest.\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n Noble Dwarf, you need to stop this. At least for now. You are killing yourself. You need to rest. Fethen raises his hand to touch the dwarf on the shoulder but pulls it back, not knowing how the dwarf might react to being touched."
},
{
"author": "DonBiscuit",
"message": " Habadur \n\nLooking around, Habadur is is visibly surprised, this is no forest he's ever seen. Rubbing his eyes to work out the grogginess, and to make sure he wasn't seeing things, he asks What's going on here? What's killing who now? "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n \n Spoiler \n\nWill Save: (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \nFort Save: (1d20+7)[ 26 ] \nWis Check: (1d20+0)[ 19 ] \n \n\n\nMordun sags to his knees as the once-gray figure before him begins to stir. He has experienced such soul-wracking pain only once before, and the scarred hands that cradle his aching skull are glaring reminders of that horrible time. Without moving, the dwarf begins speaking, though perhaps only to himself.\n\n This collar gives me the power to give life in this cold place, yet in doing so I risk death myself. Is this some cruel unnatural's joke? A test of life's value? Am I a simple experiment yet again? Damn them... \n\nMordun lifts his head to stare up at the newly revived figure before him, then rises and turns towards Fethen.\n\n Have I done right in rescuing this one? What about the others? Am I cursed to save them all, or do I play as one of the Gods, judging their worth compared to all the others trapped here? "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nHead snapping between the two men he says to Habadur First you, We Fethen waves his arm at the surrounding statues Have all been petrified and brought here or the other way around, either way same results. This dwarf here, what is you name anyway good sir? Fethen popints to the dwarf with the collar Seems to be able to revive Fethen points at the two of them by touching a person and channeling his life force through into it. I think that the collar on his neck allows him to do so. But I am not sure I will have to look into this further when we havea moment. I have tried touching the statues and they only cause me pain, pain like being touched by some life sucking undead. So I thought a priest might be good to awaken next, and here you are, trapped undergrond lost with us two and them. I'm Fethen by the way \n\nFethen then turns with out waiting for a response and pulls from his pack a waterskin and some rations and sits by the dwarf At least you should eat. I do not know the answers to your questions. That is why I tried to awaken a priest, those are questions for one such as that. "
},
{
"author": "DonBiscuit",
"message": " Habadur \n Well, Fethen, I'm afraid this isn't quite my... specialty. You said it seemed like an undead, negative energy? Habadur looks around fully for the first time.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nIf you need it:\nSpot check: (1d20)[ 18 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n When I touched that statue over there Fethen points to the statue of a man standing over a girl it felt like I had touched cold death, or something like being touched by a powerful undead. Well at least the text book description of what that is supposed to feel like. This dwarf Fethen points to Mordun clearly shows classic symptoms of negative energy poisoning. If he tries to revive any more of these statues with out natural rest it will probably kill him. "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "(OOC) Habadur sees what has been described before.\n\n\nAs Fethen moves towards Mordun the collar around his neck pulses with light briefly and then subsides to its normal colour and sheen.\n\nThe cavernous room seems too quiet and too still. There are no natural noises except for the group now huddled within the feeble light of the torch trying to concieve a strategy to free the other souls trapped within statues. The light flickers and pulses throwing shadows on the statues at the edge of it's illumination causing darkness to play along the features of the many trapped souls."
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n \"This dwarf\" speaks Mordun as the two men converse between him is named Mordun Frostbread. \nHe looks at the priest gazing around the cavern.\n Well, holy man? Did you bring with you from death some answers? "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen says to Mordun, I am sorry good sir, I did not know what to call you, as you had not introduced yourself. Did you feel something from your collar a moment ago? It flashed when I moved toward you. "
},
{
"author": "DonBiscuit",
"message": " Habadur \n No, no answers. Just more questions, unfortunately. Maybe some ideas. Habadur turns and starts walking toward some of the older, more damaged statues. I am Habadur, by the way, he calls over his shoulder. Drawing his blade, he begins experimentaly probing one of the statues with its tip."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen looks around the arae and watches Habadur for a moment before asking him What kind of questions if I may ask? And what are you doing? \n\nAs Fethen is looking around he is thoughtful, you can alost see the wheels turning in his head. He Sits down a nd pulls out a sketch book from his pack and begins to quickly sketch the statues in the area."
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{
"author": "DonBiscuit",
"message": " Habadur \n\nApproaching the elf statue, Habadur answers Fethen's question Why are we here? More importantly, why is anyone here? What brought us here? How can we get out? Habadur's questions come faster and faster Who is responsible for this? What possible connection could we all have to warrant us all being here? Stepping forward to face the elf, Habadur whispers, more asking the statue than anyone else And who are you? \n\nStepping back, Habadur looks at the statues again These people look like they were expecting someone. Weapons drawn and casting a spell? I was not aware of my coming here, I just woke up and was here. Perhaps they have some answers... \n \n Spoiler \n\nSpellcraft to tell what elf is casting: (1d20)[ 15 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n\nAs Mordun heads over to where Habadur is studing the three statues, he runs his hand along the collar on his neck and calls out to Fethen.\n You better keep back boy. Nothing personal, but this collar doesn't seem to like you, and it's sure as Hell letting me know whenever you get near it. \nNow alongside Habadur, Mordun circles around the statues, gauging their worthiness.\n Bah, this one seems worthy. He jabs his thumb towards the man with the sword. Don't know why you're bothering with that elf though, what we need down here are some stone races! \nRealization floods Mordun's face as he spins towards Habadur.\n The last thing I remember before waking up here is sinking into some strange stonework. How did you arrive here? If this unnatural truly has powers as vast as this spread all over the world he must be stopped! "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen stands after sitting and sketching for a few minutes.\n\n This has been occurring all over the world as far as my research can tell me. These two indicating the man hovering over the young woman and myself we covered by a 'grayness' a sleepy effect that when I awoke I was here. I have been trying to find the source of these dissappearances for some time now. I had predicted that there was going to be an anomaly on the day and location that we were taken. Perhaps it was foolish of me to think that I was not going to be caught up in it. He says thoughtfully.\n\n I apologize if my closeness has caused you any discomfort Mordun. I will do my best to keep a safe distance. \n\nHe then turns around and begins to study some of the closer statues, as he does so he quietly rattles off something in a harsh tounge. His eyes glow for a moment and he seems intent on the statues of the man and girl.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCast Detect Magic\nSpellcraft (1d20+11)[ 27 ] \nK:Arcana for effects (1d20+18)[ 36 ] \nLet me know if I need other or more knowledge checks to figure something out.\n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "As Habadur probes one of the statues with his weapon bits and pieces flake away like dry skin. (assuming it is not one of the party if he meant to poke a party member it will only make small scratches possibly damaging clothing.)\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe magical auras eminating from the statues are complex to say the least they seem to snarl and catch on each other at various points. At others they seem to run in a paralell fashion accross the bodies of those affected merging and conecting at random junctures.\n\nThe auras while more powerful than most also seem to be shielded or dampened in some way as though you are viewing them through iced glass or an opaque window. You have the impression that the true strength of the magic surrounding and coursing through the statues is being limeted by the very spells that are giving off the auras you see. As though some sort of inversion affect is causing them to turn in on themselves and distort and weaken the magical auras they give off.\n\nYou sense all the schools of magic from within the statues and while they are not bright by contrast to some of the equipment your party members are carrying they are of mid-level quality and strength. The most alarming magical aura comes from nearby not in the direction you had intended your search but from the collar Mordun is wearing and the Sword strapped to his back. You can see a clear conection of energy passing from the sword to the collar and back again as though they are feeding eachother magical energies. If they were people and possible of comunication you might assume that they were talking to each other.\n\nThere seems to be several spells layered ontop and weaved into each other forming a cohesive covering over the petrified couple. The first layer seems similar to a flesh to stone spell, the second, some form of energy drain spell, which is feeding their own energy back into the spells, hold person, sleep, perminancy, and about 10-15 other spells that you can't quite seem to figure out the use for and obviousness of tying into the spell-array laid out before you.\n\nThe problem is that in order for someone to do something like this they would need all the spells to start and stop at the same time in order to cohesively weave them together. Not to mention that most spell casters can only cast one at most 2 spells simultaneously. Which means this is either a group of versy skilled and well practiced casters who can predict each others spell timing flawlessly. OR worse someone with the ability, intelligence, and timing to cast 20 spells congruously without missing a beat. The sheer magnitude of such ability is staggering to contemplate. If only you had been able to study victims before becoming one your self, instead of just the traces of this... anomaly or whatever it is.\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n Interesting, ever so interesting. Fethen quickly takes out his notebook again and begins making notes about the interplay of forces in the area, including a section on Mordun's collar.\n\nFethen notices himself staring at Mordun and shakes himself for a moment. Ser Mordun, how long have you had that collar? Did you know its magics were tied to those of your sword? \n \n Spoiler \n\nMaintain concentration on Detect Magic as I jot notes.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n\nMordun's head snaps up and he wheels around to face Fethen.\n You mean to tell me this blasted thing has spread to my sword?! He immediately unsheathes the weapon and slices a few practice swings through the air. I've had this blade for years, though this collar is new to me since my awakening. How could they have formed a bond so quickly? The one who crafted this Mordun stares at the scars on his face reflected in the blade was slain long ago... "
},
{
"author": "DonBiscuit",
"message": " Habadur \n Before I awoke here, I was running from... some people. When I thought I could go no farther, I collapsed in the forest, and here I am. Habadur looks around at the newer statues, near where he was revived, the statues he is standing next to, and those farther out, more destroyed. What did you do to revive to two of us? He asks the dwarf, and continues I have some ideas, but I'd rather not try them on people who might be harmed. "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n Well, I cannot say for what he did to recue myself butfor you he touched you. He seemed to be wracked by pain during the process. I assume the sme goes when he touched me when I was petrified. There seems to be a negative energy, life draining effect in place that keeps the myriad of magics tied up in these statues. I cannot fathom the expertise and power it would have taken to do this. Either a host of casters or a single exceptionally powerful and skilled individual did this to us.\n\nWhen he touched you maybe it disrupted the life draining magics, draining him instead of you breaking the power of the web of spells. I am not sure. Your life returned slowly, draining Mordun as it did so. I have tried but I do not think I have the constitution to do this like alone. "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n Hopefully this does not kill me \n\nFethen walks to the statue of Bariaus and grabs the statues outstretched hand with both of his trying to awaken the statue as Mordun had done."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "As Fethen bravely marches forward and takes hold of Bariaus' lifeless hands of stone he is subjected once again to the feeling of negative energy coursing through his limbs.\n Negative Energy Damage - (6d8+6)[ 29 ] (Will save halves as usual)"
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nAs Fethen grasps the staues hand with determination, the pain is writen across his face. After a few moments he bursts out in a howl of pain that only lasts for a moment before he falls unconscious to the floor."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "As Fethen falls in a heap at Barilaus' feet the statuesque stiffness fades and colour returns to his form. He moves slowly at first and seems disoriented by the ordeal he has gone through. Still standing hunched over the statue of the girl craddling her in his arms his contact with her seems to have no ill-effect upon him. Her face is still twisted in a grimace of pain and she is still being half supported by him as he regains mobility."
},
{
"author": "DonBiscuit",
"message": " Habadur \n\nSeeing Fethen fall to the ground, Habadur rushes over to heal him.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCure Moderate Wounds: (2d8+5)[ 2 ][ 1 ](8) \n \n\n\nAs he's healing Fethen, Habadur has a chance to look at the awakened man, and wonders Why is he not affected by touching the statue? Hey! Who are you? Fethen seemed awfully determined to... free you. "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n\nSeeing Fethen fall, Mordun quickly sheathes his sword and reaches into his pack, grabbing a vial.\n Quick! Give this to him! he shouts as he rolls the container down the stone floor to Habadur."
},
{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": " ...ope she'll be okay . As Bariaus' life slowly returned to him, his mind finished his last thought, as sensations returned to him. Opening his eyes, he saw Marietta still held by him, still unconscious. Seeing her like that woke him up fully. 'Etta? 'Etta? Wake up, 'Etta! He said, as he shook her, trying to wake her up. He would have continued with it until she had woken up, but his eye caught a glimpse, a body lying on the floor, the body of someone he had met not two days ago, as far as he could tell. It was the wizard who had spoken of some kind of anomaly. He seemed very weak, his withered body lying limp on the floor, and in need of assistance. Carrying 'Etta on his back, drawing his sword in case any foe could be near, he rushed to him, previously lowering 'Etta to the floor right next to the wizard. He then motioned for his sack to get a potion to try to heal him. Just after he managed to make the wizard gulp the potion, he looked up, trying to assess the situation, and any possible threats, and noticed a pair of men, a human, and a dwarf, who had a greatsword in his hand...and the statues that surrounded all of them, reaching far, far away, as far as he could see. Cautiosly standing up, Bariaus assumed a combat stance. Who are you two? Friend or foe? And what has happened to this wizard? , he asked, as he stepped in front of the wizard and 'Etta, to protect them from possible attack.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nActions taken:\n\nMade Fethen gulp a potion of Cure Moderate Wounds.\n\nPreparing an action for fighting defensively, in case combat breaks out.\n "
},
{
"author": "DonBiscuit",
"message": " Habadur \n I guess you could call me a friend of Fethen's. I woke up down here, with him and the dwarf, Mordun, already awake. Habadur frowns. I'm not sure what happened to him. He touched you, seemed wracked with pain, and you woke up. "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n\nThe dwarf saunters over to his healing potion lying on the floor and places it back in his pack. Turning towards the edgy newcomer, Mordun scoffs.\n Bah, no one here is in any condition to fight, so I suggest you focus your intentions on that pretty statue you have with you, rather than pick a fight with your fellow prisoners. "
},
{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": " Is that so? I owe him two lives then, and one is not mine. I'll have to thank him later. But for now, if you have friendly intentions, please back off, and allow me to watch over him. Hmm, so his name is Fethen... Bariaus said, murmuring the last part for himself. What's YOUR name, by the way? I am Bariaus Kazaphran. I would say I'm pleased to meet you, if it weren't for this circumstances , he said, as he sheathed his weapon and resumed watching over Fethen and 'Etta.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nActions taken:\n\nAttempt a Sense Motive check on Habadur, to see if he tells the truth.\n "
},
{
"author": "DonBiscuit",
"message": " Habadur \n I am Habadur, Bariaus, Habadur Turnous. I agree with you on the situation here. We are certainly not the only ones in this predicament either, there are untold number of other statues, but we, as the most recent, seem to be the best... preserved, for lack of a better way to say it. All the others seem to be in worse and worse disrepair. "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nWith groan Fethen rolls onto his side and slowly awakens. He painfully sits up and looks at Baraius. His eyes light up a bit as he sees that he is successful. *cough* I am sorry that you and her got caught up in this oddi mess He looks around at the other two and says *cough* Well that disproves one theory and proves another. *cough* Thank you for bringing me back, I haven't been that close to death in a while. \n\nClutching his chest he sits there for a moment before reaching into his pack and getiing his waterskin and sketchbook. After takiing a drink he begins to make notes.\n\nThe scratching of his quill is loud in th caverous silence. *skritch skritch skritch* "
},
{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": " Hmm....so, you got caught too? And how did you manage to come back to life? Bariaus said, as he slowly relaxed and entered a meditative state. In any case, I think we should devise a plan about what we are going to do. Personally, I think we should try to awaken as many people as possible, and once we have a sizeable group, start looking for an exit. Speaking of which, you DID say Fethen touched me to wake me up. Does that need to be prolonged contact, or a simple touch will wake people up? Bariaus inquired, as he bent down to check how 'Etta was faring.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nSeeing as I made Fethen gulp a pot, I guess I should roll how much he is healed, so that Greyen is not left in the dark about it:\n\n (2d8+3)[ 10 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": " Hmmm.... Bariaus muttered to himself. Why didn't you come back with me, 'Etta? And how can I bring you back? Why haven't you reacted like the rest of us , he said, as he placed his hand on 'Etta's forehead. But rest easy, sister. I'm bringing you back, no matter what I have to do for that. "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n Hm, this is only me speaking aloud, but perhaps it can only be the sacrifice of a stranger that breaks the enchantments binding these statues. I knew neither of the men I freed, and unless I am mistaken Fethen knew nothing of you when he broke the spells caging your body. You hold in your arms your sister, trapped in a state that should by all means be pulling the life from you, and yet you feel nothing.\nIt sounds like fairytale nonsense, but old and powerful enchantments are frequently surmounted in unexpected ways. "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nAfter his years of service and what some called a tragedy Entirinon has been doing his best to rebuild his life and overcome his past. Taking on whatever quests and odd jobs he can find that he feels will improve society and the lives of others. Tired and sore after days of menial tasks and helping a village that has suffered through a recent drought and is facing imminent famine. Entirinon is bolstered by the good hard work he has been able to do lately. It has felt good to be needed and to do hard work for a valiant cause and he almost regrets that he will be leaving soon to find some others that can benefit from his help.\nTime passes too quickly and soon Entirinon stands down the path amidst the trees thinking of the small village he has left behind. Setting his shoulders and hefting his pack with a sigh he turns and considers the path ahead of him. After a few moments he turns and begins down the path into the woods leaves crunching beneath his feet and spinning through the air whenever a gust blew accross his path.\nMaking good time travelling through the woods Enterinon was caught off guard as the day slipped away while he traveled beneath the trees. Finally realising the lateness of the hour after being lost in thought and the stillness of the forest Entirinon is walking through. The smell of smoke and ash brings him abruptly out of his reverie. Startled and imidietely alarmed as his senses pick up other signs of forest fire Entirinon bolts in the direction he knows the fire lies in. Running as fast as his legs will carry him speeding through the forest in the direction of the fire hoping he will be in time...\n \n\n\n\nAs Mordun muses aloud and his musings carry through out the chamber echoing faintly off of boundaries unseen a slight shudder can be felt passing through the floor under-foot. (You all get to fail reflex saves! DC: 18 followed by DC:25 balance. If you fail the first you auto-fail the second.) As the shaking of the floor increases in intensity you can see dust and small debris falling about you ranging from the size of a halfling sling bullet to a gnome's fist. You can see now what might have caused the damage to the statues further out as there seem to be larger pieces of debris hitting the floor the size of a human's head. The stones could easily crush any of you if you were in their path, luckily the larger stones seem localised to the area outside of your torch light for whatever reason.\n\nAs the shaking subsides and those of you who have fallen prone right your selves you notice that the space directly in the centre of where you had been gathering that was completely empty previously is now occupied by yet another statue. The statue is...\n\n(Enter Entirinon stage left.)"
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n\nEntirinon is a tall thin elf, wearing what appear to be robes. A staff is held loosely in one hand, the other one is raised, appearing to be mid gesture. His expression holds a mixture of suprise and determination.\n\n...And he makes a great paperweight currently."
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n What in the Hells?! Mordun stands up hastily and brushes rock flakes and powdered stone off his clothes and beard. Well at this rate we'll always know when we have a new visitor... \nThe dwarf walks forward and examines the newest arrival. Ugh, another magic-slingin' pointy-ear. This truly is Hell. "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Mordun\n \n Spoiler \nAs you approach the statue you begin to feel your neck becoming warmer where the collar rests against your skin. It would seem that the collar is not fond of unnaturals, something you both have in common.\n \n\n\nAs Mordun approaches the statue you can all see a glow similar to the one the collar last emitted when Fethen neared him. The collar glows dully and fades to its origional coloration as the trembling subsides within the chamber.\n\nDust still filtering down from above and rocks clattering further off within the darkness as silence slowly returns to claim it's tentative hold on the chamber. Questions rear their head as yet another statue appears none of which can be easily answered. Where did he come from, how did he arrive here, and is he the last, are only some of the questions you consider as you look about at your companions righting them selves and considering the 'new arrival'."
},
{
"author": "DonBiscuit",
"message": " Habadur \n \n Spoiler \n\nMight as well try the rolls. Always a chance for 2 nat 20's, right?\nDex- (1d20-2)[ 7 ] \nBalance- (1d20-2)[ 8 ] \n\nI'm going to go ahead and act under the assumption that I failed...\n \n\n\nPicking himself up and dusting himself off, Habadur sees that there a new statue in their midst. By Rose and Skull! Where did he come from? Habadur approaches the statue after Mordun. I wonder if you were right, about the magics used to encase us. I have never seen this Elf before in my life. He stretches his hand out toward the statue. And I sure hope I live to. \n \n Spoiler \n\nHope you don't mind my making up an expletive there\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n \n Spoiler \n\nJust to see\nRef Save (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \nBalance - Fail\n \n\n\nFethen is caught completely off guard by the rumblings and falls square on his ass. Oomph! What is going here? Scrambling to his feet he looks around the area and sees the new statue. Oh. my. Fethen looks at the new staue with awe, he then begins to examine it careful not to touch it."
},
{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": " WAIT! Bariaus shouted, as he jumped to Habadur. Stop! You'll get drained! He said, as he took another potion out of his sack."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nWhen Fethen is done examining and sketching the statue he turns around to the open area where everyone first awoke. There he says to anyone listening Either we can try to break him free now or we can wait till we have rested. Either way he isn't going anywhere. \n\nWith that said he sits down and begins to rummage through his pack. Taking out a pot and some rations he looks around for a moment before shaking his head. Genarally speaking to himself he mutters as he pulls thing out and then places them back into his bag. What good is a cook pot with out a fire? Hmm, I will have to devise something for making a warm dinner soon. Putting the pot back he pulls out his bedroll and unrolls it. He sits propped on his bag on his bedroll and while eating dry tack begins to sketch and make notes.\n\n-------------Journal Entry ------------\n 3 Grune 874 (?)\nSomehow I have ended up entrapped by the very anomaly that I was studying. In some ways it is ironic that this would happen. The dissappearances led me here and now I am trapped. The anomaly manifests as a grayness which I will term \"The Gray Mist\" or the GM for my own notes. This envelopes the body bringing a drowsy sensation siliar to a common first circle enchantment effect. This apparently, upon unconsciousness, transmutes the victim into stone and relocates them to a subterrean location. The purpose of this is yet to be determined.\n\nThe spells that keep this effect permanent, are a mix of many schools. Transmutation effect is obvious, a necromatic effect that drains the subjects life force to fuel the spell, are the two most powerfull effects in the mix. For someone to enact this powerful mix of spells as often as this means that there are several people working in conjunction or a single extremely powerful entity causing this.... "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "As Habadur reaches out and touches the statue his hand imediately begins to feel pain causing his fingers and joints in his arm to stiffen and spasm the pain races through his entire body. He can feel it raging inside of him tearing at the fabric of his soul. He can feel dark tendrils of magic slipping through cracks and seems of his faith and trying to wedge and pry their way into his most private fears, and memories.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Damage - (6d6+6)[ 29 ] Sucessful will save halves the damage and prevents entry into the private recesses of your mind and soul.\n \n\n\nFeeling life returning to his body his lungs still burning with the acrid smoke from the forest he grew up in Entirinon stumbles forward on legs stiff and unresponsive."
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n\nEntirinon falls to his knees coughing. Eyes tearing, he looks up at the people around him. Noticing that none have weapons readied, he chooses to trust.\n\n \"*cough* What... *cough* who are you?\" \n\nHe starts getting to his feet while he talks. He unconsciously adopts a military posture, with a spine as rigid and straight as something wrought on Mechanus. Though his eyes currently run with tears from the acrid smoke he recently ejected, they take in his surroundings calmly."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen looks up from his writing. Seeing that the newcomer is \"awakened\" he stands as well. Well, nice to meet you sir. I am Fethen Talvorsson. Here is a quick run down of what has happened. You have been caught in some sort of advanced magical anomaly. I cannot tell if it is either a purposeful spell or something else yet, but give me time on that. This magic petrified you and transported you here. Fethen motions around the cavern with the end of his pen. We all have just been recently awakened by the efforts of the others you see before you. The spell effect is broken by a living person grasping the statue breaking a negative energy recursive loop that drains life force to empower the transmutation effect. Fethen points to Habadur This gentle man is the one who broke the loop in you. The cost to a person for doing this is great.\n\nYou have just arrived moments ago. We are all now underground and without anyone else but our selves to rely on. These others Fethen points to the other statues around I think may be too advanced in their state to revive but I do not know for sure. This is Habadur, Mordun, Baraius, and again I am Fethen. Fethen points to everyone in turn. With that he moves to shake hands with Entirinon, and after wards returns to his spot where he sits down. I apologize, it has been a long day. I suggest we all rest before we try to do too much more in here. "
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n\nEntirinon listens carefully and with complete attention. His handshake is dry and steady. You notice that even for an elf, he is quite thin.\n\n\"Then it seems I am in your debt. My thanks, Habadur.\"\n\nHe turns and puts his fist to his chest, bowing towards Habadur.\n\n\"I am Entirinon. What skills I have, I will put to use for the good of us all. In the meantime, let us relax and recoup our strength.\"\n\nHe looks around at the surrounding area.\n \n Spoiler \n\nKnowledge : Arcane (1d20+15)[ 21 ] \nKnowledge : Dungeoneering (1d20+15)[ 23 ] \nKnowledge : Architecture (1d20+15)[ 34 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n Ack, I say we rest fer a bit says the dwarf, by now unfazed by the arrival of yet another sentient being. There's enough of us now that we can keep watch if need be, but fer the moment I think some recuperation is in order... "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "As Entirinon looks around at the surrounding area he notices that a few aspects of their suroundings seem out of place. They have arived unscathed except for the wounds they have inflicted upon themselves and any they had suffered previously. This might suggest a benevolent hand having brought them here, or at least someone who wants them alive...\n\nThe architecture and statues surrounding him seem of dwarven design but of an ancient variety he has not seen before. He has hear tales of large vaults the size of cities and nations unto themselves holding vast hordes of treasure and with any number of dwarven precautions put into place... However such tales are usually fanciful at best and no elf in their right mind would venture so far underground as such vaults may have been burried so long ago.\n\nThe stonework underfoot is another matter, it seems to have been worked with detail where commonly dwarven practicality would not employ a sense for the ascetic on all levels such as to carve the floor so intricately. The markings which seem to be sprawling and give the false impression of being natural markings seem more in line with elven craft then dwarven. Perhaps a joint effort between the two races? However nothing in the histories or long memories of the two races have indicated any extended dealings of such a magnitude as a vault might entail. At least not in the last millenia or so..."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "As introductions are made and camp is prepared by some, others of you stiffle yawns and try to keep a vigilant watch over your newly befriended comrades. As the timelessness of the cavern takes it's toll on even the most stallwart and fortuitous members of the group soon the soft sounds of slumbering heroes can be heard echoing faintly throughout the cavern. The noise is quiet enough that it does not disturb the others of your party or rouse them from their sleep. Most of the party too exhausted or too overwhelmed by the days events to stay awake.\n\nAs the hours slip past and the cavern remains untouched and as it has been for many years before the arrival of this band of unlikely adventurers. Silent as a shadow they gather... watching and waiting each one vying for the best vantage points from among the shadows. Suddenly and without warning they are gone. Startled by something unseen they disperse as a wisp of smoke on the wind. No traces remain, no path, or trail, or sound, a faint smell of mustiness the only tangible sing of their fleeting pressence.\n\nShe stirs within her prison... her thoughts and movements addled by suffocationg horrors, both imagined and real. She can see a faint light - hope - it glimers out of reach and she stretches. She can feel her muscles protest and the strain on her body (or is it her soul?) is too great. She screams in frustration and agony but no sound issues forth in this accursed darkness... she is choking on the darkness that imprissons her. Panicking she begins to claw at the darkness itself, trying to loosen it's grip and break free. She can feel the flesh tearing from her fingers and her nails snapping against something hard... something substantial! Then she could feel herself falling followed by a jaring impact and the return of breath to her lungs as they seared with pain. Gulping in breath after breath her face on something cold and solid... stone...\n\nshe struggled to remain concious.\n \n Spoiler \nFort save to remain concious dc 22. Damage for clawing against stone (2d4+4)[ 11 ] , and finally falling damage (1d6)[ 1 ] \n\n(OOC: welcome to the game Josh.)\n "
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "As she lays gasping on the stone, her eyes focus and re-focus, blurring out as she gasps, trying to force herself to stay conscious, she sees light spilling over her bloodied hand, and beyond, figures... some grey... some the color of flesh.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"Fort Save\" - (1d20+10)[ 19 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n\nAfter sleeping his required 4 hours, and quietly sitting watch for another 4, Entirinon begins to efficiently prepare a small meal for everyone. His culinary skills arent much, but over the years he learned that hardtack rations are vastly improved by a little time soaked in water (so that chewing on them no longer hurt the teeth as badly). Moving as quietly as possible, he waits for his new companions to rise, hoping that he has estimated time accurately, and they are in fact, about to get up."
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "Off to one side of the circle, there is a soft moan, as someone begins to stir. A soft moan, which sounds female, and a bit of a whimper, as Lialei Heartblossom stirs, and begins to pull herself up. She winces and takes her weight off of her mangled hands, before using her elbows to slowly pick herself up. She blinks up, and looks over into the light, seeing several humans, and a dwarf, as well as...\n\n \"En... Entirinon? Is that you?\" She asks, incredulous at the possibility of finding an ally here."
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n\nEntirinon stops mid-step.\n\n\"Lirael? What... How?\"\n\nHe looks over and sees her, and her injured state. Rushing over, he helps her to rise.\n\n\"There, now... Easy does it...\""
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "She shudders. \"I... I'm not sure. The last I remember, I was in a forest, above ground. There was a forest fire starting. I managed to keep it back from me for hours... using a small lake. I collapsed afterwards... then I was... in some kind of darkness... there was a light... but... no one came for me.\" She says, shivering at the remembrance of the horrible feeling of darkness and loneliness, and the nightmares that had swirled around her. \"I managed to find stone... claw my way past it... then I collapsed again... I could see the torch light more clearly... and... when I woke, I was here.\" "
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n \"My experience was much the same as yours. Wish i had found a lake, however. I collapsed in possibly the same forest fire... and woke to be informed that I had been a statue only moments before. These are the people that returned me to my ordinary state.\" \n\nHe looks at Lirael's bloody hands. \"Hopefully one of them can heal your wounds.\" \nEntirinon moves through the makeshift camp, shaking people awake."
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "She nods, and in the mean time, looks over her soot and smoke filled clothes, still dripping with dark water, and sighs. \" I should hopefully have some dry cloth in my pack. If you can dig that out, I can hopefully bind it.\" She winces a bit. \"I'd rather not dig around in it myself. Just think of traveling clothes while reaching for it. It's a copy of one of Hewards works.\" "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nThe human mage rolls over in his bedroll and groans grumpily. He sits up and rubs his face yawning. His hair is a mess from sleeping as he looks around bleary eyed. He reaches into his pack and take a drink from the water skin he pulls out. After splashing a little water on his face he notices the newcomer. Well, good morning Entirinon. Who is your friend? He climbs out of his bed roll and retrieves a book from inside his shirt. Sitting down on his pack he begins to read from the little book. As he does so, his free hand is moving in strange ways and his lips move as he memorizes his spells."
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "\"Lialei Heartblossom\" She says, nodding to him in introduction. \"Do you know... how we came here?\" She glances at her bloodied hands. \"Or have any healing spells?\""
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen looks up from his book for a moment. Umm, yes come over here. A littel color rises in his cheaks as he touches both his belt and Lialei. Golden light flows form the belt across Fethen arms into her hands healing her.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n1 charge from the belt (2d8)[ 7 ] healing\n \n\n As for how we got here it is very complex. I am Fethen Talvorsson. We all have been caught in some sort of advanced magical anomaly. I cannot tell if it is either a purposeful spell or something else yet, I am still trying to figure it out. This effect petrified us individually and transported all of us here at different times. Fethen motions around the cavern with the end of his free hand. We all have just been recently awakened by the efforts of the others you see before you. The spell effect is broken by a living person grasping the statue breaking a negative energy recursive loop that drains life force to empower the transmutation effect. I do not know how you awoke without the aid of another. Only Mordun Fethen motions to the sleeping dwarf has done that before as far as I know. But I think that is tied to the collar he wears.\n\nNot to be rude but if you will excuse me I must prepare my spells. With that he returns to reading and motioning quietly."
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "She nods, and backs away a bit. \"Of course. And thank you for the information, and the healing.\" \n\nShe nods, working her hands which are now mostly just bused and lacerated, the flesh she tore away is back at least. Taking several slow breaths, she manages to get a smile on her face, as she waits for the others to wake. Since they've apparently seen Entrinon before, she lets him do the waking, and just looks around the cavern, studying it."
},
{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": " A newcomer to the party, I take? Well, Greetings to you, miss...Lialei, if I didn't mishear. It seems as if none of us woke you up, else, I'd be seeing someone in pain. May I ask how did you manage to come back? Bariaus says as he pulls out his everburning torch to see if someone else has managed to escape from the stone. As he focuses on looking around for any other awakened people, he starts thinking. Well, seems like there's been a pause on the arrivals. If someone new had been caught, we would have woken up. In any case, I should start preparing. No use being half asleep when in a disadvantegous position , he muses to himself, as he swaps his torch to his left hand, unsheathes his sword, and begins practicing basic maneuvers."
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "Lialei blinks over to the person who just addressed her. \"Lialei Heartblossom, with my last name in the common tongue. I'm afraid I don't have the full details on how I was able to 'wake' myself, if that's even what occurred, and as it seems to be of interest to most, I'd rather wait to tell the full tail again until everyone is awake, if you don't mind. May I know your name?\""
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen looks up after a short while from his studies and puts his book back inside of his shirt. He breathes in deeply clearing his lungs and looks around now more awake and clear. He reaches into his pack and pulls out a straight razor, a rag and a piece of soap. Spitting on the soap he quickly rubs up a small lather which he applies to his face. Oblivious to anyone watching he shaves carefully, wiping the razor between passes with the rag. After he is finished he wets the rag slightly with a small bit of water from his water skin and washes his face and hands. He runs his wet hands through his messy hair roughly combing it down to something less wild. Packing his shaving gear away in a small pouch he looks around the group and begins to much on some dry tack from his pack.\n\n Someone non-magically inclined may want to wake the dwarf. He had a rough day yesterday and may sleep long if we let him. When he is awake we should take stock and see if there is anyone else we can rouse and then figure out how we are leaving this place. "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n Too late for that, but I give thanks for considering my condition. Fethen feels a hand come down on his shoulder and a gravelly voice behind him. I should be alright though, just a few bruises and some cold bones, nothing I haven't tussled with before. \nTurning to Lialei, Mordun addresses her.\n I heard your story as I woke, seems I'm not the only one here with the self determination to pull myself out of whatever magicks this unnatural had planned for us. He nods at Entirion You're lucky to know someone as strong as she. "
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n\nEntirinon smiles.\n\n \"I hope you all slept well.\" \n\nHe turns and looks at Lirael.\n\n \"Lirael, how do you feel? Are you feeling up to some moving around If so, I would like to do some exploring today. We have far too little information as to our predicament.\"\n \nStopping for a moment, he looks at her with concern..\n\n \"However, if you need some time to rest, that of course will take precedent. I don't think it a good idea that any of us split up at this point... The unknown always has the potential to be dangerous.\" "
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "Lialei looks up to Fethen as he speaks, mentioning the dwarf walking up behind him, and thinks to herself.\n\n Fethen said he was memorizing spells. He's most likely a wizard, or similar caster. He also spoke like one, and used a magical item for the healing he so kindly bestowed on me, which also indicates a caster is likely arcane. He asked for someone non-magical wake him. \n\nShe looks up to Mordun only after he's made himself known, and is distracted from her own worries by his stoic nature.\n\n Well, he does seem to dislike some mages, but he seems to be alright with our Wizardly friend. I'll need to find out a bit more about... him. Her thoughts trail off as the Dwarf extols her virtues, at the same time he derides something he calls an unnatural.\n\nLialei bows to Moridun, a soft smile on her face. \"Thank you for your kind words sir dwarf. I hope you'll be willing to tell me more about this un-natural you speak of.\" \n\nShe straitens and nods to Entirinon. \"I'll be alright. Just let me take double rest out of the three watches on our next rest, instead of taking double shifts, and I should be alright. Trust me. If anyone knows the value of exploring to scout out some information, I do.\" She says, with a soft smirk, fairly certain her intelligent friend will get her meaning.\n\nShe looks around to the others present. \" So how far have you explored thus far? Any sounds or smells or air currents in any particular direction so far?\" She looks around, asking, then glances to the statues. \"And... how many of our fellow prisoners have you tried to free so far? Are those of us currently flesh and blood the only ones that have been touched?\" "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen packs away his breakfast and stands shouldering his pack. As far as I know, I was the second to be awake. Mordun here, saved me first. \n Though I do not know why, seeing his dislike for \"unnaturals\" like my self. Fethen says this with a half hearted grin. As for how far we have explored, not far at all. We are the only living things that we know of here. The only other people who look likely to be rescued are these three over here. Fethen indicates three statues one of which is an elf. All of them look weathered. These look to be the most recent victims other than our selves of course. \n\nSuddenly remembering Baraius he turns to him and says Is there any change in the petrified girl? I cannot understand why your touch does not break the cycle necromatic drain and petrification in her. Perhaps if someone else touched it. \n\nFethen retrieves his everburning torch and holds it in his off hand. Let us look around a little and try to find a way out of here, or a wall to follow at a very minimum. "
},
{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": " No... Bariaus says, with a grimace of pain.\n\n 'Etta is still petrified. If one of you could try to wake her, I'd owe you a service for life, but meanwhile, I'll be looking for an exit. If you want to try your luck, she's in my tent. \n 'Etta...Why were you brought here? Why can't I wake you up? Were will this all end? I can't stand being unable to bring you back. I'm supposed to make sure you were safe, like every big brother does for his little sister, but I failed. And now, we're trapped under the ground, I escaped a stony fate by freak chance, and I'm forced to team up with people unknown t me. How did this all happen? Who used magic to bring us here? But it's no use crying now. I'll go on, 'Etta, but rest assured, I'm bringing you back. \n\nConcentrating again on the task at hand, Bariaus shouts:\n\n Fethen, come here! We'll go together 'till we reach a wall, then we'll split up to take right and left. If we do it, we're bound to come across an exit soon enough. "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n\nThe dwarf's eyes, previously bright with the promise of adventure underway, turn as dark and cold as a subterranean ice floe as they turn towards the elfen lass.\n An... Unnatural is any who dare toy with powers too vast and malignant for the mortal mind to fathom. To rain fiery death from the sky, to bring back the dead as slaves, to make dangerous pacts with wily demons, these are the machinations of the unnatural, who views these atrocities as his birthright. Though some pursue the path for innocent purposes and treat others with benevolence With this Mordun glances towards Fethen, currently conversing with Bariaus, But the thirst for power is a strong one, and no unnatural can resist its lure for long. And when they finally do succumb to the dark gifts promised to them, their malice is unmeasurable. With this last statement Mordun runs his hands along his neck, feeling the cold metal pressing against the scars on his throat. Lowering his voice, he speaks only to Lialei.\n \n Spoiler \n I tell you this because you seem to be the only other natural in this strange party of ours. These spellweavers all seem to be on our side, but if anything happens, if one of them is in league with our captor or forsakes us for his gain... Know that my sword is not sharpened for you. \n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n Well, Baraius, are you taking her with you? I do not mind but I think that if we run into trouble she may get damaged. I am still weakened from yesterday, other wise I would offer my self to try and bring her around. He pauses a moment looking at the assembled motley crew of adventurers. Do we want to try and break the magical effect on some of the others first or try to find out what is going on first? I do not know if we can save any of these others. I think many if not most of them are far too damaged to save. I would like to try to save these three but I do not believe I am strong enough. He reaches out and touches one of the three \"newer\" statues quickly with a finger tip."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "As Fethen's fingertip briefly touches the statue the magic surrounding it briefly waiver, a slight shimering affect passes over the surface of the statue. With an audible crackle similar to paper being crumpled... the statue of the elven caster seems to regain some colour and his body quickly becomes more pliable. In the split second it takes for his once statue-like body to become pliable he also begins to topple forward, caught of guard the only one close enough to react is Fethen.\nAs the statue topples forward it seems even he is distracted and unprepared for the statue to fall. Barely getting himself clear of the toppling statue he thinks a moment to late about what it might mean to let it hit the floor. With a jaring impact and an echoing crash the statue hits the floor and shatters. Not like something made of stone would shatter but instead like something made of the most delicate porcelain, sending pieces spinning and rolling about the floor around the party. In the centre of the mound that used to be a statue of an elven sorcerer lie a few items seemingly untouched.\n\n \n Spoiler \nyou find;\nA waterskin that looks to be made from the hide of a lizard or toad. It is moist to the touch as if the skin were alive.\nA one foot long tube of mithral, an amethyst carved in the shape of a human skull, and a single scroll.\n "
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "She nods, slowly, then smiles softly. \"I've known casters before, and while many of them can be arrogant, most of the wizards, clerics, and druids I've known have been good people through out their lives... at least from among my own people. It is rare that an elf falls to the ways of evil.\" \n\nShe looks up to Baraius. \"I'll be willing to give waking her a try. I hope you don't mind if I change into some dry clothes in your tent first though.\" she says, seeking a touch of privacy to change in. \"I have my own, but I'd have to set it up to use it.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n\nMordun was about to respond to Lialei's naivety with a story about a twisted elven druid who he had battled in the Western Glades, when the sound of shattered pottery made him spin around in surprise.\n\n By Mordun's Hammer! Ye've shattered him! \n\nRunning over to the remains he investigates what's left of the caster, leaning in close but careful not to touch anything.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRolling all applicable means of identification.\nAppraise: (1d20+2)[ 8 ] +2 for the tube and amethyst\nDecipher Script: (1d20+2)[ 5 ] \nKnowledge Arcana: (1d20+6)[ 9 ] \nKnowledge Dungeoneering: (1d20+2)[ 9 ] \nKnowledge Geography: (1d20+2)[ 17 ] \nKnowledge Nature: (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \nKnowledge Religion: (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \nKnowledge The Planes: (1d20+2)[ 16 ] \nSearch: (1d20+5)[ 25 ] +2 for the tube and amethyst\nSpellcraft: (1d20+5)[ 7 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen stands there holding one finger out embarrassedly. \n\nOh, my.\n\nUmm. Sorry? \n\n His cheeks color as he stands there, obviously ashamed of his accidental shattereing of a trapped soul. He looks to the others one by one, shock and shame washing across his features.\n\nHe stands like that for a moment before dropping his hands and stepping carefully away from the wreckage with his head hung low. Saying quietly to no one. I didn't mean to.\n\nI should have been more careful.\n\nI\n\nI'm sorry. "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n\nThe dwarf rises up from the remains and turns to the first of his companions.\n Wasn't yer fault boy. No one knows any more than ye do about what's goin' on here, so no one can blame ye for not anticipatin' somethin' like that. Mordun gives the pieces on the ground another solemn look. What we need to do now is figure out these clues the elf left us... "
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n\nMoving forward, Entirinon kneels, fingering a piece of the shattered statue in quiet contemplation. Then, as Mordun speaks, he nods \"You speak rightly, Mordun.\" He purses his lips. \"Fethren.\" He puts his hand on Fethren's shoulder. \"Your intent was not to harm. When one puts out a hand to help, unfortunately, sometimes harm occurs instead.\" He pats Fethren's shoulder in a man-comfort sort of way. \"The key is to come away from this with something learned. Not to spend your time in guilt.\" He gives the shoulder a squeeze. \"And certainly, never stop trying to help.\" \n\nEntirinon stops, and looks once more at the shattered statue. \"It seems... wrong... to just leave him here in pieces.\" "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen takes a moment and regains control, the words of the others strengthening him. He rubs his face and stands straight again. That you gentlemen, err gentlefolk, err...Just thank you. If you dont mind I can looks at these items and mybe tell what they are. Fethen bends down and looks at the items that remain.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFor each item\nwaterskin first\nKnow: Arcana (1d20+18)[ 23 ] \nKnow: Religion (1d20+9)[ 23 ] \nSpellcraft (1d20+11)[ 21 ] \n\nA one foot long tube of mithral,\nKnow: Arcana (1d20+18)[ 30 ] \nKnow: Religion (1d20+9)[ 25 ] \nSpellcraft (1d20+11)[ 28 ] \n\nan amethyst carved in the shape of a human skull\nKnow: Arcana (1d20+18)[ 21 ] \nKnow: Religion (1d20+9)[ 23 ] \nSpellcraft (1d20+11)[ 29 ] \n\nand a single scroll.\nKnow: Arcana (1d20+18)[ 37 ] \nKnow: Religion (1d20+9)[ 17 ] \nSpellcraft (1d20+11)[ 18 ] \nDecipher Script (1d20+13)[ 32 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": " Hmm... Bariaus says as he approaches the items.\n\n I'll leave that scroll for both of you wizards to take a look at it, and the same with that waterskin, though I'll get back to it later. I can possibly shed some light on the matter of the amethyst, though. Most likely, it's some kind of component or focus for the spell that kept us and that poor soul as statues. I wouldn't be at all surprised if it was what kept the necromantic part of the spell working. This also means we're dealing with someone of great power, since, if every statue requires an amethyst, great wealth would be needed, and what comes along with wealth? As for the waterskin...we should see if there's something inside. Now that I think of it, all the items we've found could be material components. It would make sense, since this spell uses magic of many schools.\n\nAnd on another subject, Miss Lialei...feel free to use what humble commodities I can provide. \n Now, lesse... he mutters as he grabs the mithril tube and hits the ground with it. Better see if it's hollow inside. \n \n Spoiler \nOnly one roll, the rest was deduction:\n\nThe waterskin:\n\nUse Cunning Knowledge ability:\n\nKonwledge: Nature (1d20+20)[ 27 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n Actually, no. The tube you are playing with is a Chime of Opening, used for opeing locked items. It has limited charges and will not fuction in an area that has been magically silenced. The waterskin apparently produces water that most likely has a healing effect. And the skull is one form of what is generally known as an Augment Crystal. There are 2 major types, one type used with armor the other used with weapons. This one seems to be of the weapon type, of lowest quality and will provide some minor assitance in combat when applied to a weapon like so. Fethen pulls out one of the daggers on his belt and clicks the skull to it, where it adheres like a magnet. He then pulls it off easily offering it to Mordun, if he refuses then he offers it to the group at large.\n As for the scroll, if you give me a moment. He mutters something passing his hand over the scroll, then reading it.\n \n Spoiler \n\nCast Read Magic since my spellcraft failed me. 😁\n "
},
{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": " Wait...did you say an augmentation crystal? That changes everything. Hmm...I have a feeling I KNOW what this crystal does, Bariaus says as he takes a closer look, trying to recall what types of crystals exist.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nCunning knowledge again. That crissie is a least or lesser truedeath, surely, but better know it IC.\n\nKnowledge: Arcane (1d20+20)[ 25 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n\nMordun accepts Fethen's offering and turns the object over in his hands.\n Any tool of power is welcome in such dire situations, though its relation to these stony prisons makes me wary of putting to use before we know it won't cause us harm when we need blades the most. \nWith these words he passes it to Bariaus, who seems eager to inspect it further, though as he does so the look in his eyes reveals he expects the crystal back."
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n\nQuietly, Entirinon busies himself. First, he gathers together the shattered pieces of the elf, then he builds a cairn out of natural rocks (of about fist to double fist size). He piles these until the shattered body is completely covered, then intones some words over the grave. May you rest well, friend, and seek out the spot reserved for you in the afterlife. Having finished in this world, free thyself, and roam the path onwards. \nHe gives a small salute to the grave, and stands for a moment in quiet contemplation. Then he turns, and seems to rejoin the group."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n Well it seems like we may save these, if we can catch them from falling before they shatter. Do we want to try? Or do we want to move on and try to find the way out, or why this is happening? "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n I say we move on. It isn't right rousing these souls unless we have some answers for them. Plus, we shouldn't drain our energy until we know what we're up against. Who knows, Mordun glances around the cavern They may be better off like this... "
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n Agreed. Lirael, I remember that you were trained as a scout... Would you like to get a bit ahead of the group and check our trail? Up to you how far you range, if you chose to. Also, we should decide on some basic tactical strategies. \n \n Spoiler \nin the interest of moving things along, if you want to just get going, put up a spoiler saying so, mkay :) also, lets pop \"discussed common combat reactions\" in the spoiler too, just so when we discuss possible options in the OOC thread its not metagaming, but also so we dont have to RP discussion of every strategic nuance. Also, casting mage armor, using metamagic wand to extend it, casting it through the weave to affect 5 people max other than me. now, if you want, you have +4 ac from magic if it is better than your ordinary armor. lasts 10 hours. :)\n \n\n\nWhile others reply, Entirinon waves around a small piece of cured leather while muttering some words under his breath. As he does this, he also walks around, lightly touching each of you on the shoulder."
},
{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": " This is a crystal of Truedeath, one of the lesser variety at that. It should enhance your combat prowess when fighting undead, Mordun. Here, have it back, Bariaus says as he hands the crystal back to Mordun.\n\n I also agree with both of you. It's no use experimenting like this, and we could do more harm than good. We should push forward, after miss Lialei is ready.\n\nOn the subject of tactics, I think we have a slight problem. Our personnel is composed of you and Fethen as our magical power, Lialei and Mordun as our melee might, Habadur as our link to the gods, and me...well, I do a bit of everything. This means we roughly have a one on one basis of magic and might. In my opinion, we should let you and Fethen attempt to disable the enemy in most combat situations. Then, Lialei and Mordun will finish off anything that survives your attack, and I'll join as soon as I pull a pair of cantrips myself, while Habadur makes us tougher and throws a few spells to hinder our enemies. D'you think that'd be a good idea? \n \n Spoiler \nIn short, that means:\n\nJael and Greyen blast everyone with save or dies/sucks, I pull off a Grease, Web, or something of the like, and then wade into melee along with Rudiger, hacking everythin' to bits, while Josh peppers it with arrows. Meanwhile, I'll be doing a few SA's or inspiration empowered attacks, and Don, meanwhile, throws his own save or X's and buffs.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n Aye. Mordun takes the crystal back from Bariaus and attaches it to his now unsheathed blade, giving the newly enhanced weapon a few practice swings. Let's move. I'll advance guard for the main party as Lialei scouts ahead. I say north's a good direction as any to head, unless any of you object? \n \n Spoiler \nIf no-one says otherwise then Mordun's gonna start blazing trail northward. As for combat, Rage against single potent opponents or casters, otherwise just some good ole hack'n'slash.\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n Sounds alright by me.\n\nKnow that I am a conjuror and don't expect too many blasty effects from me. I also did not have my book of summons with me when I fell so thore are right out, mildly distasteful too. Using some random creature from another dimension to fight for you, How cruel. They are not in control and yet they must die over and over again. Sad really.\n\nAnd thank you for the mage armor. Are you a studied caster or a natural caster Entririon? \n\n Fethen says this all as he moves out behind Mordun following the stout dwarf's lead."
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n A conjurer... Interesting. As to me? I was taught magic quite a while ago... Entirinon smiles, ah, bittersweet memories.... and I picked up a few things along the way, as well. Entirinon looks around at the surroundings, both looking at the surroundings themselves, and looking for things hiding, etc. He walks as he talks.\n \n Spoiler \njust for your convenience dm, if u need them for random encounters or whatnot, heres my spot +6 and listen +3. also, got that groovy lowlight vision of elves, and heres a search +8 if you run us past any hidden doors for mah elf senses to notice. :)\n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "After travelling for less than a minute lialei comes across a wall that stretches up into the darkness. At first glance the wall appears to be pocked and full of handholds and crevices. On closer inspection it is revealed that there are veins of the blackest rock you have ever encountered. It seems to draw the light of the torches into itself and gives the impression of depth even though in most cases it is as smooth as the rest of the wall's surface, which isn't very smooth at all.\n\nThe group is confronted with yet another question. Which way will they go? Left which would lead them along the wall to the west and hopefully towards some answers. To the right, where a slight decline can be seen in the floors surface. Almost undetectable to the naked eye, but noticeable enough once a few pebbles are scuffed underfoot and they continue to roll freely after they would normally have stopped on a more level surface. Or will the group decide to return back the way they have come? Weaving once again through the frozen and imobile statues that haunt that path, locked in a magical embrace the group knows is all too fragile.\n\n \n Spoiler \n IF you want additional information post your checks. I however have already given some information assuming class skills and taking 10+modifiers on relevant skill checks.\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n Well, at least there are walls. Left ot right? "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n RIGHT, go riiiiiiiiiiight! lol i don't really care either way. I think it would be best if half of you went left and the other half went right.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n Hmm, we seem to be on a slight angle... The dwarf runs his hand along the stone floor. Left slopes up and likely leads to escape, while right slopes down... which likely means answers lie that way.\nI want to find the one who did this to us, so I say we head right. Though we could perhaps split up and scout in both directions. I can lead the party going downward. "
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n Right is as good a direction as any. Entirinon frowns. But our force is too small to split. No telling what we could face down here. Entirinon considers for a moment then nods. Lets head out. "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n Answer are more important to me than escape. I would like to travel down. "
},
{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": " What a dilemma. Down or out. I think I have the answer to it, gentlemen, and the answer is neither. We should go back to the camp, pick Habadur up, and THEN decide what to do. Splitting the party in 3 groups is an even worse idea than splitting into two, Bariaus says, as he turns towards the direction of the camp.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWasn't Lialei still in the camp? How did she come with us?\n "
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "When the statue shattered, Lialei quickly turned her back on it, closed her eyes, and clenched them tight for a long moment. Another life lost... and this one lost to the careless touch of a curious mage... one who wanted to help, yes, but who seemed to be going about it as an academic project, rather than gathering the help of those best able to use existing methods to help.\n\nAt the same time, she couldn't blame the mage for what happened... nor could she join in to the congratulations. What if it had been me, or any of the others here that he had bumped into. If I hadn't been on my hands and knees... I might not be here right now. \n\nOne of the reasons she had left the field of war to warden and explore the wilds was the fleeting and fickle nature of life, something that she saw far to often in her reveries. Over time, slowly, the magesty of life, and nature... huge mountains with their cascading falls, the open searing heat of the desert... the simple swaying of trees in the forest began to replace the horror of war she saw each night in her reverie... yet she knew she would never escape the endless cycle of experiencing the wars of yester-year... over... and over.\n\nWhen Barius spoke directly to her it shook her half out of her reverie, and she rubbed her quivering arms, which ostensibly shook due to the dripping cold of her clothing, combined with the stone of the chamber, and her long rest on the stone floor. She nods he thanks, silently, and doesn't look at the others in the group, before ducking into the tent with the only other female of the group... one still frozen in stone.\n\nRemembering the recent episode with the other statue, she is careful not to touch Barius's sister carelessly as she undresses, a sound of clanking comming from the tent as she does so. As she undresses, she takes the cloth and leather items, and squeezes the sooty water from them clothes into her mouth, before setting them quietly outside the tent, keeping her armor with her.\n\nLialei doesn't know how long it will take them to find a natural environment where she will be able to find food and water for the group, or how much of it she will be able to find. Shivering, the elven lass with raven hair and emerald eyes lets the water on her skin evaporate into the dry, almost musty air.\n\nShe sighs, then carefully dressing, once again a few small clanks sounding, before she looks over, and examines her companion. She debates for a while on whether to awake her or not... she deserves to at least have a fighting chance for her life... but not at the cost of the rest of the group having to protect her, feed her, give her their water... at least not until they've found a reasonable amount. Otherwise, she might be waking the girl just to doom her.\n\n The only way that I can potentially save the girl's life is to make sure the rest of us will survive. Taking a few slow, deep breaths, she moves out of the tent, and gathers her semi-dried clothes into her pack including the armor-covering of use only in the forests She is just in time to hear the discussion of the augment crystal, and it's particular power... but she manages to refrain from requesting it for the moment. She loathes the un-dead with perhaps the same intensity that the Barbarian loathes the 'un-naturals'.\n\n On the other hand I'm the newest member of the group, all I have done is consume the group's resources... where as from what the others have said, Modun's actions brought every person here back to life except, perhaps, me... even then, the light that called me back... it may have come from this group. I may owe him my life just as much as the others do. \n He's also obviously a physical combatant. It's only natural the others want him to have it. Still... if I prove myself to the group, and there is some greater treasure he can use that I can't... maybe he'd let me have the crystal. \n\nShe thinks to herself, reticent about their situation, until Entriton mentions her scouting background, and asks her to take point. She nods, and begins preparing. She removes her everburning torch from her pack, and ties it to her pack before raising the hood of her cloak over her still sooted and bedraggled hair, and moves to the north, drawing her longsword.\n\nUnfortunately for Lialei, her favored form of combat isn't the most viable when exploring the underground. The furthest away she can see clearly is 40 feet, and after 80 feet even the dimmest of the light from her torch fades away. She moves only 40 feet ahead of the group. She knows that dwarves in general are not the fastest in the world, and wants to make sure that if a cavern dweller ambushes her, the rest of the group, especially the one in the group most suited to melee, will manage to reach her... she also wants a solid area of light connecting herself to the group in the sight of the humans.\n\nHer ears perk as she moves, quietly, not wanting to cause even the most minor sound that might spoil her chance for surprise, alert any potential adversaries, or foul her own hearing of the world around them. Her hands, fully healed after the combination of rest and healing clench more firmly on her sword, as she occasionally glances up above, for any enemies that might cling to the ceiling.\n\nAs she moves toward the rock wall at the end, she pauses, and lets the group catch up as she moves her torch slowly over the surface, examining the blck rock as she peers into it's surface.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMy spot and listen are both +8, my search is +13. If anything seems the least bit suspicious about floor, wall, or statue (other than the obvious that they are -here-, I search for traps.\n\nIf I are ambushed, I will attack the enemy, and tumble towards the rest of the group. Next will be to sheath my sword and move into a better position. Then move while drawing bow, and fire, focusing on favored enemies... assuming I can get the room.\n \n\n\nLialei lowers her hood as the others discuss, and runs her fingers through it, using the last of the moisture there to wet her hand, before she moves slightly in either direction, feeling for a breeze. Assuming none is found (due to this being a chamber rather than a corridor), she finally speaks.\n\n \"Either way, we might wind up finding our way right back to where we stand if we circle the walls and do not take passages. Still, water runs down hill, and even if it is stagnant, the thing we most need to survive is water. This hall is ancient, and no matter where we were, if it was near the entrance and easy to find, we'd be more likely to know about it.\" "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n As strange as it is for me to say this in a possible hostile environment, would you lead the way? I think concensus says we head to the right and follow the wall. I really do not think we should split the group at all. Did anyone leave anything behind that we need bafore we move on? "
},
{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": " Water is no concern in any case. I can guarantee that we won't be lacking water, as long as we remain together. I'm more concerned what can happen to our minds from isolation, than what'll happen to our bodies, as we have a way to guarantee food and drink. \n\nAs the others debate, Bariaus turns around, and starts heading for camp. There, he proceeds to fold his tent, and with a stab of pain to the heart, he stuffs Etta into his pack. Then, with all his gear ready, he remembers something. But of course! How could I forget it? MORDUN! COME HERE AND GIVE ME A HAND! He shouts, as he proceeds to enter Habadur's tent. He then drags the cleric out of his tent, and stuffs it into his pack. As he waits for Mordun to approach, he proceeds to grab Habadur by his hands, and prepares to lift him once the dwarf comes."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen waits for Bariaus to return to the group before pointing off to the right. Off we go then. "
},
{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": " Now we're all ready, let's get going, Bariaus says as he returns. I propose we go down, but watch out. A slippery floor could be awaiting us. "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Following the wall as it slightly slopes and then levels off and slopes gradually again a few feet further off it quickly becomes apparent that it would take quite some times traveling at this rate of decent to get deeper into the rocky ground.\n\nAs the group shines their light about the black minerals in the wall and the slight ground slope seem to account for a perfect habitat for many different types of fungi. The floor and the base of the walls are lined with all forms of lichen and mushrooms. At the sudden exposure of the torch-light many of the more rare and photo-sensative fungi seem to die quickly or fade into a dormant state closing themselves off as a flower might bloom in reverse. There seems to be a natural depression in the floor at this point where moisture must pool and allow forthe fungus to gain nutrients and the minerals provide an even darker than normal environment as well. This corner of the cave seems quite unnaturally perfectly suited to the growth of mushrooms..."
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n\nMordun raises his hand, halting the party's progress. He then bends down and runs his hand along one of the depressions, studying the stonework and fungi.\n Hmm... this seems strange... \n \n Spoiler \n\nKnowledge: Dungeoneering (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \nKnowledge: Geography (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \nKnowledge: Nature (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n Hmm, this is a striated red push top.\n\nI think.\n\nI haven't seen one of these except in drawings. Fethen says indicating a crumpled looking reddish fungi. He quickly whips out his sketchbook and sketches it when they stop for a moment. When the group begins moving again he quickly puts it away and picks up his crossbow which you notice is tied to his vest with a string, probably so he remembers it bring it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nKnow:Nature to identify species of fungi (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \nSketch (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "Lialei mmms, kneeling down, but does not pick the mushrooms as she studies them. She draws her dagger, and uses it to examine some of them, while covering her mouth with a scarf.\n\n \"Hopefully some of these are edible... especially if this is a cultivation location. Unfortunately, with as deep as we are, that might indicate Drow, Sverfneiblin, or other deep dwellers that are not on the best of terms with we surface dwellers. That could also... potentially... provide an explanation for a large number of powerful casters... but would enough of them work together? Still, we shouldn't jump to conclusions.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n \"Knowledge: Dungeoneering\" - (1d20+7)[ 8 ] \n \"Knowledge: Nature\" - (1d20+9)[ 12 ] \n \"Knowledge: Geography\" - (1d20+10)[ 19 ] \nTrying to tell if the mushrooms are edible, if any of them require rotting matter to grow as many do (thus meaning there is more 'feeding' going on here than just by the water), if the stone formation is natural, and if there are any races left off the list above that this location might indicate the presence of.\n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Although you all clearly recognise some of the fungi as edible and some as useful for alchemical purposes, and still yet others for various potions, salves, and poisons none of you are able to clearly remember which is which. However given that you know that 97% of all mushrooms are poisonous it would be better not to test fate and your lack of certainty.\n\nMordun \n Spoiler \n ...does know that none of these particular mushrooms would be fatal if ingested but many would make you very sick. However the stonework as some of the others may have already guessed is not natural. It would have taken much time and even more patience to cause water to flow into this unnatural depression, even more time still to tend to these fungi and produce such a crop.\n \n\n\nFethen \n Spoiler \n ...is able to identify the fungi he is sketching but is unable to remember much detail about it... perhaps if he consulted his books or had time to study it in earnest he would remember... it's unfortunate that there are more pressing concerns. He quickly makes a rough sketch of the notable characteristics of the mushroom even adding in some of the rock formation that seems to exude darkness for dramatic effect. Not some of his best work, but serviceable to say the least.\n \n\n\nLialei \n Spoiler \n ...thinks for a moment about what races might dwell in such conditions and have the presence of mind to cultivate such a patch of mushrooms. She quickly takes mental not of all the subteranean races she can think of discarding those that lack the patience and intelligence to perform horticultural acts such as this. Mentally ticking off goblins, skulks, troglodytes, kobolds, and deep gnomes from her mental tally. Leaving the drow, duergar, and a select few other races who might undertake such an operation. Also the fungi do require more 'feeding' than just water.\n \n\n\nThe fungi patch seems to extend for at least 30 feet possibly farther clinging to the walls as much as to the floor.\n\nAs you all stand studying the mushrooms, sketching, and pondering what might be, something occurs to you.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nInitiative (1d20+2)[ 17 ](19) "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n\nInitiative: (1d20+6)[ 18 ] "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " \n \n Spoiler \nI think im going to attack Lialei first...\nAttack - (1d20+8)[28] Lialei flat footed target AC = 15 i believe.\nDamage - (2d6+8)[15]\n \n\nLialei feels something bite her on the shoulder, hard. The teeth tear into her flesh rending her wet clothing and snaping shut on the armor beneath tearing through it as though it were parchment.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAs long as noone gets a nat 20 i get my suprise round. I will edit in that eventuality. My initiative is and will always be 10+modifier. For this combat it is 10.\n\nListen checks all around.\n "
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n\nInit (1d20+3)[ 23 ] \nListen (1d20+3)[ 7 ] "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n\nListen: (1d20+8)[ 17 ] "
},
{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": "Bariaus:\n\nInitiative: (Question: My Brains Over BRawn allows to add my INT modifier to all STR or DEX based checks. Does Init count as a DEX based only check? I'm assuming yes. Else, substract 5 from the check.) (1d20+7)[ 24 ] \nListen: (1d20+1)[ 10 ] "
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative\n (1d20+5)[ 18 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nI missed the call for the listen checks.\n (1d20+8)[ 21 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": "[Entirinon]\n\nRaising his arms, Entirinon holds a piece of parchment covered in runes. In a deep powerful voice, he chants. Light forms between his hands, and shoots to each member of the party.\n \n Spoiler \nshield of faith, +2 deflection bonus for everyone.\n "
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": "ugh doublepost. ninja'd."
},
{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": " YOU THREE! GET BEHIND ME! Bariaus shouts, as he opens his bag of components. Taking out some mica, he rapidly chants a spell, as a cloud of sparkling dust appears above Lialei. Then, he proceeds to unsheathe his sword.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSwift action: Speak a phrase.\nStandard action: Cast a Glitterdust 10' above Lialei. Since it has a spread range of 10', it should hit the creature, but not her.\nMove action: Draw his sword.\nOOC comment: Either we're facing an invisible critter, an ethereal, or someone with a dang good Hide check. This should clear it up anyway.\n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "As Bariaus tosses the dust into the air and speaks the arcane phrases bringing the spell to life. The air charges with power above Lailei's head the dust glitters brightly and falls to the floor without effect."
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n\nMoving his arms, he chants. Suddenly, your vision blurs, then sharpens to a ridiculous degree. \"Everyone, look for a distortion... anything.\"\n \n Spoiler \n eyes of the avoral (BoED) on everyone in the party. +8 to spot checks. also, spot (1d20+14)[ 26 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen moves south a bit and chants some harsh sounding words and points to Lailei. A nearly invisible bead of power shoots from his finger tip before bursting in a wave of intangible power at the elven hunter's feet.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpot (1d20+9)[ 12 ](21) \n\nMove 4 squares South and 1 square West,\n\nArea Dispel Magic. 20ft burst centered on Lailei, or if I spot anything, on it\nAll Spells in that are subject to a dispel check.\nRoll 1d20+6 vs 11+Casterlevel of spell (I'm not doing it for you)\nDispel check vs the monster (1d20+6)[ 19 ](25) \n\nIf anything even tries to chomp me us Abupt Jaunt to move 2 squares South\n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Fethen moves and casts the spell. There is a slight gathering of magical power and then a popping noise as the power is inverted and then released. The power courses through Lialei and the others standing near her rippling visable over the radius of the spell. A large object to the north seems to take for for a split second but then melds back into nothingness.\n\nSpellcraft of knowledge arcana might tell you why. Heck even know dungeoneering."
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "Wincing, Dawn uses her sword to point to the ground 10 feet (two squares) north of her. \"I heard something coming from there when it attacked me!\" She cries out, but rather than standing there just holding her sword for her whole comment, she back flips to the south-west, then spins to the west, before continuing her movement more quickly and less erratically to stand dirrectly north of Entirinon, just to the north-east of their cleric Habadur, quickly drawing her bow as she moves, before spinning back to face the area she had last sensed the creature.\n\n(As mentioned, my spot roll is 23 if the bonus isn't a racial bonus)\n\n \"Some healing...\" she comments to Habadur \"would be much appreciated.\" as she attempts to spot the creature. If she does, she'll shout it's location."
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": " \"Dispel Check vs Mage Armor, DC 16\" - (1d20+6)[ 22 ] \n \"Dispel Check vs Shield of Faith, DC 16\" - (1d20+6)[ 25 ] \n \"Dispel Check vs Eyes of the Avoral, DC 16\" - (1d20+6)[ 15 ] "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "As Lialei attempts to dance away from the unseen foe attacking her she attempts a graceful backflip and tumble to confuse it and excape unscathed. Unfortunately for her the creature seems to expect such an action and lashes out as she lands.\n attack of opportunity - (1d20+8)[ 12 ] \n damage - (2d6+8)[ 15 ] \n\nThe creature strikes true but fortunately for Lialei her armor fares better against its attack this time then the last turning aside the jaws of the unseen monster as it tries to crush her leg in its jaws. (The monsters actions unfortunately have also given Lialei and the others valuable information as to it's location.)"
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Habadur hearing Lialei's calls for aid moves to her side and intones a few quick phrases asking for Weejas to aid her servant in healing one who valianly mettes out death and fights at the side of her faithful. Cure Moderate - (2d8+6)[ 17 ] He then unsheaths his sword and takes a defensive stance waiting for the unseen attacker to show itself."
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n\nThe dwarf holds his ground, his blade ready and his eyes and ears straining to find the hidden attacker.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nGonna attempt a full-round listen check like Timaoh suggested, along with a spot check with the bonus granted by Entirinon. Otherwise Mordun would be reduced to a 50% chance of picking the right area to attack, and then a 50% total concealment miss chance.\nSpot: (1d20+10)[ 14 ] \nListen: (1d20+8)[ 15 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "As Mordun strains his senses to locate the creature hiding nearby. He hears squishy steps heading towards him, waiting for the inevitable attack he tightens his grip. The steps seem misleading though and he cannot quite place the exact loction but they seem to be coming from somewhere to the east of him.\n\n Move silent - (1d20+6)[ 26 ] "
},
{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": "Doing a series of pirouettes and turns, Bariaus approaches Mordun. As he reaches him, he assumes a defensive stance, his blade held in front of him, prepared to parry attacks, with Mordun covering his back. Need any help? he says, as he tries to discover their attacker's location.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDoing a total defense action, and taking a +10 to DC to Tumble at full speed trying to avoid attacks of opportunity, using one IP point to boost the check by +6, and another to boost a spot check, which means I have 11 left for this encounter. Also doing a reactive spot and listen check.\nTumble check: (1d20+22)[ 26 ] \nSpot check: (1d20+16)[ 33 ] \nListen check: (1d20+1)[ 2 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n\nWith his eyes alert to any danger, Entirinon begins a low and resonating chant. Holding a small bag in one hand and an unlit candle in the other, he begins moving them in a complex pattern... Gradually, light seems to form in the square behind him, gradually taking on the form of a small pixie-like figure.\n\n \n Spoiler \n full round action to summon a creature from the Book of exalted deeds, a coure eladrin (Pg.168).\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nThe human wizard looks about wearily. He raises his hands now wreathed in sickly greenish light, about to cast a spell but waits and watches.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nReady an action to use Acidic Splatter - on any thing that appears or the square that apparently attacks himself or anyone within 15ft/3 squares.\n To Hit - (1d20+5)[ 4 ](9) Ranged touch\n Crit Confirm - (1d20+5)[ 9 ](14) if necessary\n[rollv=Miss Chance below 50 hits]1d100[rollv]\n Damage - (3d6)[ 3 ][ 2 ][ 4 ](9) x2 if crit\n\nIf anything attacks him he will jump 10 feet west, or east if space is filled, using Abrupt Jaunt as an immediate action to avoid damage then acid splatter whatever attacked him\n \n\n\n-EDIT - These dice hate me! 🤢 /trades dice out\\"
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n\nMordun quickly turns his head to acknowledge Bariaus' bravery. Good to see some courage with a blade in this group. \n Grr... C'mon ye beast, let's see the color of yer blood! Mordun shouts into the air as he grips his sword tightly, preparing for an attack.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMordun's readied an attack to swing at anything that attacks himself or Bariaus\n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Habadur \n\nStanding nearby those who seem the most likely to become wounded Habadur readies an action to aid them after muttering a prayer to his goddess.\n\n\n Bad Guys \n\nFrom out of nowhere the unseen creature latches onto Habadur and it's teeth tear into him.\n attack - (1d20+8)[ 27 ] \n Damage - (2d6+8)[ 13 ] \n Move Silent - (1d20+6)[ 13 ] "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Rudiger - Mordun\n \n Spoiler \nBelieves he hears the creature to the west of Habadur.\n \n\n\nAK - Bariaus\n \n Spoiler \nThought he saw something shimer or coalesce as Habadur was attacked he believes the creature is 35ft directly to the west of Habadur.\n \n\n\nFethen has nothing within his range to attack, and Lialei is tending to her wounds waiting for an oppening to attack."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Habadur\n\n concentration - (1d20+11)[ 18 ] \n \n Spoiler \nThe Save DC was 23. 10 base + damage taken\n \n\n\nHabadur tries to hold the spell in his mind but as he is bittne the spell eludes him and his hands stop glowing as the coneection between himself and his diety becomes unstable."
},
{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": " I didn't want to do this, but... Bariaus says as he regretfully takes a piece of powdered iron, and casts a spell.\n\nAnd then, Mordun starts to grow.\n\nAs he grows, Bariaus turns towards him. With a smirk, he asks Would you mind if I took a ride? As he returns his attention to the battle.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpending a further 2 IP. One to cast the Enlarge person, the other one to do a Spot check to determine the place the attacker is with more precision. If I do, I relay any info I can ascertain to Mr dwarf.\nSpot: (1d20+8)[ 9 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "((not sure this is the best post I can make, but If I don't, I'll probably loose another post tomorrow))\n\nLialei quickly sheathes her sword, and peers about in an attempt to locate the hiding creature.\n\n \"Spot\" - (1d20+14)[ 23 ] "
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n\nPointing at the rough area to the west where his allies believe the creature is, he silently gives the hovering ball of light its instructions. Hovering in place, the creature seems to orient itself in the direction pointed, and suddenly an area roughly 35 feet west of Habadur begins to shimmer, softly outlining -editeable area-\n\n \n Spoiler \nthe creature casts faerie fire at the targeted area(outlines any creatures in area, removes concealment for invis, no save). Entirinon waits until the spell takes effect, then beginning another full round action to summon a musteval (Pg. 174 book of exalted deeds\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen looks around carefully ready to release another spell.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nReady an action to cast Lesser Orb of Acid\n spot - (1d20+9)[ 10 ](19) \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 9 ](10) \nLesser Orb of Acid Range-35ft\n To Hit - (1d20+5)[ 13 ](18) \nCrit Confirm (1d20+5)[ 14 ](19) \nDamage (3d8)[ 7 ][ 2 ][ 1 ](10) \n "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n Ahh... Now, beastie, we can play! The dwarf turns to his now much smaller companion. Climb on my back Bariaus, let's put this wretch down! Mordun grinds his feet into the ground and kicks off, his enormous frame charging at full speed towards where the creature now illuminated in faerie fire. Rushing past his companions, Mordun raises his sword and prepares to bring it crashing down.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAssuming Bariaus climbs on, making a charge attack towards the creature, with his newfound reach Mordun's going to stop with a 5' space inbetween himself and his target and take a swing.\nAttack Roll: (1d20+13)[ 17 ] \nDamage Roll: (3d6+5)[ 21 ] plus 1 point of Constitution damage.\n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "...and suddenly an area roughly 35 feet west of Habadur begins to shimmer, softly outlining a large mass of greenish-brown plantlike material, roughly shaped into what appears to be a leg. The leg extends about 3 feet joining to a large trunk which appears to have several long jagged rows of teeth that fade as the area of the spell doesn't quite reveal all of them.\n\nThe creature seems startled and unsure of the light that is tracing around its leg and part of its midsection as you can see several sensory stalks waving back and forth through the area affected by the spell it looks as though the creature is trying to survey the damage and extent of the spells effect.\n\nJust as one of the sensory stalks appears in view momentarily Fethen finishes the last portion of an arcane phrase and with a gensture sends a sickly spherical gob hurtling towards the creature where it strikes with a splash followedd quickly by unintelligible sqeels of pain and horror. (unintelligible to those of you who do not speak plant.) The creature writhes, frantic as it tries unsucessfully to shake off the liquid which is quickly melting into it and causing a horrid smell similar to melting plastic to waft through the area.\n\nMordun declares a challenge to the creature and despite it's cries of agony waits barely long enough for Bariaus to climb aboard before rushing off to meet the creature as the gods intended. In melee combat! Swinging his greatsword in a wide arc Mordun connects solidly with the creature his sword biting deep and causing a greenish resin to spew forth at an alarming rate. Even through he is well out of range the liquid splashes onto his arms and chest coating him in what he assumes is the creatures life blood. The creature screams in renewed anguish and retaliates as best it can while trying to flee. Trying to bite Mordun as it turns in place the creature realises too late that it might be attacked in return for its maneuver (aoo).\nNonetheless the creature manages to pivot in place sucessfully hiding the farie fire from view and moves away into the darkness. (possible additional aoo /w concealment penalties)\n \n Spoiler \n\nattack - (1d20+8)[12] -i think the 12 misses Morduns ac.\n damage - (2d6+8)[14] \nhide - (1d20+8)[12] If you move around you can see the part of the creature that is affected by the spell. The hide check was to see if it could move to provide concealment before the aoo or not and the creature failed.\n \n\n\nStill outlined in faerie fire the creatures attempts to hide do little to save it or conceal it's true location. All that it's efforts do is slow the inevitable as it shrieks and makes unintelligible noises."
},
{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nCunning Kowledge, and wishing for the miracle of rolling more than 25 for Balance, if I had to add +5 to the DC per 10'. Using another IP to boost the roll.\n\nBalace check, may gods give me success on this one. (1d20+20)[ 37 ] \n \n\n\nAs Mordun initiates the charge, Bariaus climbs to his right shoulder. Preparing himself to face the monster, he steadies himself...\n\nAnd pirouettes from Mordun's shoulder...\n\nRight next to the creature. As he falls, Bariaus spins like a top, using the momentum to add a punch to a swordslash. Now, you fall. , he shouts.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCan I apply benefits from a charge to my attack? Also, I do either a Jump or Tumble check, whichever is appropiate (Can you roll it? I don't know which to do), applying 1 IP to it to bost by +6, Another one on a second Tumble check to avoid provoking attacks of opportunity, using 1 IP on a spot check if I need it, And using 2 IP for the attack, one to boost the attack roll, one to boost the damage done. Here go the rolls for everything, assuming no charge benefits. Also, if I can AoO, which I doubt, I'll roll it later.\n\nAttack roll: (1d20+12)[ 22 ] \nDamage roll: (1d8+7)[ 15 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "Lialei glowers at the fleeing shroom, she steps to the north-west, and quickly draws an arrow from her quiver, and knocks it to her bow, before loosing it at the fleeing creature. Bare moments after the first arrow has released from her bow, she draws and looses a second arrow, which flies barely after she can confirm that the last one hit or missed.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"Arrow #1 - Attack\" - (1d20+8)[ 17 ] \n \"Arrow #1 - Damage\" - (1d8+3)[ 4 ] \n \"Arrow #2 - Attack\" - (1d20+8)[ 11 ] \n \"Arrow #2 - Damage\" - (1d8+3)[ 11 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen follows Mordun moving to be south of him.\n\nIf the monster is within 15 ft he will use Acidic Splatter.\n \n Spoiler \n\nTo hit (1d20+5)[ 11 ](16) \nDamage [roll]3d6[roll]\n \n\n\nIf the moster is beyond 15 feet away. He will stop and cast Greater Mage Armor."
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n\nAs he finishes chanting, another creature forms near him. It's eyes flash with light, and it points. The glowing ball of light fires another glowing ball, which grows to illuminate the plant once more.\n \n Spoiler \nthe new summon casts see invis on itself. the first summon takes directions, and casts faerie fire again at the plant. the first summon has four rounds left, the 2nd has 5...\n \n\n\nEntirinon chants once more, gestures, and points. The two melee artists are now of equal size, about the size of trolls. \n Spoiler \n enlarge person, through the link, not sure if i needed to enlarge both, but i'll toss an enlarge at you two so that both are under the effects of it :)\n "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n\nMordun turns towards his companions and raises his magically grown arms out at his sides.\n Stop! Don't hurt it! It's not after us! \n\nThe dwarf then spins around to the direction the creature is fleeing in, bleeding heavily as it crawls back into the darkness. He sheathes his sword and calls out in a voice that sounds like bubbles rising and popping on the surface of a stagnant scum pond.\n\nWhat he says:\n \n Spoiler \n Come back, protector! We not hurt your little ones! We are lost! We mean no harm! We can heal your hurts! \n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "The creature seems to hesitate for a split second then runs off into the darkness as fast as it's stubby fungal-limbs will carry it. You can still see it's dim iluminated form retreating into the darkness however."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nHands still glowing greenish light Fethen turns to Mordun, and says What!? What is going on? Still wary, Fethen drops the greenish glow and begins to chant. He pulls a small platinum shield from his belt pouch and seems to polish it for a moment. From it a shimmer envelops Fethen before fading away. Fethen quickly puts the shield away.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting Greater Mage Armor.\n "
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Enterinon \n\n\"....\" At a loss for words, Entirinon runs after Mordun.\n\n \n Spoiler \nedit : if possible, i'd like to change this, i dunno why i thought Mordun had gone anywhere...\n "
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "Lialei quickly moves 40 feet towards the thing, while drawing an arrow, and calling to Mordun. \"Your explanation needs to be good and fast Mordun.\" and knocks it to her bow, but does not yet draw the string as she moves. If the explanation from Mordun does not address her concerns that it will come back and attack the group, that it will pose a danger to the statues, that a wounded animal should be put out of it's misery for it's own good and the good of the ecosystem, as well as the fact that it stalked and attacked her, she will continue her motion to fire.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nStatistical effect:\nMove 40 feet, ready action to fire bow at phantom fungus based on Mordun's answer. This should definitely activate skirmish damage.\n\nInvisible creatures are immune to Ranger favored enemy damage, and sneak attack, but skirmish damage, which is in the same general realm, is not specifically listed. The invisibility listing does not say \"abilities like\" those two, it only lists those two.\n\nFurther, faerie fire removes the miss chance due to invisibility. It does not remove the favored enemy / sneak attack immunity.\n\nI need the DM to rule if an invisible creature affected by Faerie Fire is immune to skirmish damage or not.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n Forgive my abruptness friends, I sometimes forget my knowledge of strange tongues may be confusing for others to see. This creature is merely a simple protector of the fungi here, wishing us no ill other than the fear that we will do its children harm. Without its invisibility it poses no threat, and something that has created a growing culture such as this has been here for some time and can quite likely tell us more about the area and perhaps even who is behind all this! Just lower your weapons, dim your lights, and let me speak with it. \n\nHe turns to the darkness to shout after the creature.\n \n Spoiler \n Protector! Come back! We mean no bad to little ones! We can heal your burns! \n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "The Fungi pauses briefly as though it can understand Mordun and it seems indecisive for a moment as though considering it options... it slowly and tentatively turns towards the group but makes no move to come any closer. Instead the creature begins sliding along the perimiter of the group you can see it's iluminated bulk bobbing up and down with hurried movement as it hastily tries to maneuver around you all back towards the point from where it first emerged."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n Mordun, is this thing smart enought o understand what you are saying? I mean is it smarter than, say , a dog? Do you even know? "
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n\n\"If you think it won't attack again, I'm willing to let it live. However, see if you can get any information about this place... other creatures it may have encountered, et cetera.\"\n\nEntirinon watches the fungal creature carefully..."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "The creature turns and flees back to where you first found it still trying to hide from the light twined about its leg and midsection. You can see it off in the darkness but it makes no moves to approach as you stand reguarding it from a distance.\n\n\n-End Combat-\n\n300xp to all."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n Mordun, goodsaer. Cna you explain to us all what is going on here? the mage is still wary and looks around carefully expecting attack from another quarter."
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n\nMordun waves his comrades close to him so they can speak freely.\n\n My friends, this creature here is nothing but a simple beast, a sentient defender of these mushrooms we see around us. I can understand its words, and it fears us more than we fear it, and rightly so, for it wishes us no harm and we have done it much. This is no tool of our captor, thus we have no reason to fear it.\n\nIn fact, it may be of use to us. Any creature that calls this cave home must have some knowledge of its geography, and perhaps it has even seen glimpses of what is behind our mutual misfortunes. Killing this creature would be wasting a valuable opportunity! We must try to reason with it, though my own skills of persuasion are lacking at best.\n\nI urge you, a place such as this likely has little sentient life, we must take every advantage given, no matter how it is presented. "
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "As Mordun is in the middle of his first monolog, Lialei comes to a stop, and quickly draws her bow, aiming at the creature as she skids to a stop, but just as she's about to release the arrow, the creature stops fleeing. She holds her bow at the ready, and narrows her eyes as she watches it slowly return to it's 'nest' at which point she lowers her bow, putting her arrow away, and begins walking slowly towards it, pausing now and again. Her posture is a cautious defensive one, her weapon at the ready, but not held as if she's about to use it. Her ears are perked, and lay back only very slightly. Any creature that understands the postures of an animal should understand she's curious, and while she's not looking for a fight, if something starts one, she intends to finish it and wind up with a meal.\n\nAs she passes Morridun, she snorts. \"It's no more sentient than a bear protecting it's cubs, and is at least as dangerous. Still, it might wind up being a good guard. If it attacks me when I approach, it needs to be put down. Keep it lit up, and give me the ability to see invisibility if possible.\" \n\nShe motions to Habadur. \"It's wounded. If I can get it calm, and prevent it from attacking, come over when I motion you, and we can heal it.\" \n\nShe continues moving towards it. \"Oh, and Mordun? Before you work on other languages, I suggest you learn what 'fast' means in the common tongue.\" "
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+2)[ 4 ] \nAttempting to use Wild empathy to get a truce.\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen relaxes. He looks around pulls out his sketch pad and a charcoal pencil. He quickly sketches the outline of the creature as he can see it. He also quickly sketchs the area and on a separate page quickly maps out the areas they have explored thus far.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSketch - Monster (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \nSketch - Mapping (1d20+5)[ 11 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n\nWith a gesture, he induces his floating ball of light to re-faerie fire the phantom fungus. \"We need to rest soon. I burned through a lot of spells, and we definitely aren't at full capability anymore.\" "
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": " \"Sad as it is with how little we've explored, I agree. But not until we've handled this creature one way or another.\" Lialei says, firmly. \"It wouldn't due to have an invisible predator trying to eat us in our sleep. How do you think the rest of the mushrooms in the area are 'fed'? They need more than the water.\" "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "As the lights on the creature are cast yet again you see the creature becoming more and more agitated. The closeness of Lialei also seems to have increased it's nervousness, despite her words to the others her approach and actions seem to have made the creature more uncomfortable than anything else.\n\nYou can see the creature first look one way and then the other. It desperately presses itself agains the wall of its 'nest' and then without warning or hesitation charges headlong at Lialei.\n\nInitiative = 10\n Attack+Charge - (1d20+10)[ 22 ] \n Damage - (2d6+8)[ 14 ] "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n I'm sorry Mordun, it dies now. Fethen says releasing a bolt of green energy at the monster.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative (1d20+2)[ 17 ] \nTo Hit (1d20+5)[ 13 ](18) Ranged touch\nDamage (3d6)[ 10 ] acid\n "
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n \"Definitely.\" \n\nReaching under his cloak, he pulls out a loaded crossbow. *Pang!* He fires it at the creature. From both the small mouselike humanoid and the ball of light shoot two white missiles, which streak unerringly towards the fungus.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nnot sure if init reroll required, old init 23, if needed, heres new roll (1d20+3)[ 15 ] . My attack : (1d20+5)[ 15 ] (1d8)[ 7 ] . Magic missiles from both summons : (1d4+1)[ 2 ] (1d4+1)[ 3 ] . how many rounds have gone by? im going to assume about 2 rounds of noncombat, giving me 3 rounds with the mouse, 2 rounds with the ball.\n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "As the creature begins it's charge headlong towards Lialei her companions act quickly. In a barrage of magic, quarrels, and light from the summoned creatures the fungus is mortally wounded. It's legs continue to churn even as it begins to lose it's balance and stumbles. Straining mightily to right itself and continue it's charge the creature falters and it's path once straight becomes erratic as it lurches the last few steps towards Lialei. Carried more by momentum from its charge and a desperation of those who have accepted their death it lunges the last few feet separating Lialei and itself throwing itself haphazardly in her direction. The creature topples to the ground skidding to a stop mere inches from where Lialei stands dust debris and lifeblood of the creature mingling as one to assault Lialei as the creature sought to. Peppered by debris and blood Lialei will be reminded of the life she took until she has a moment to clean the remains of the creature from herself, and her now oft-soiled garments.\n\nThe debate over the creatures intelligence and possible uses is at a close. There is no use in debating what could have been, other than to lay blame for what has happened. The party tired and weary from a seemingly short battle must decide whether they will press onward or wait for the more scholarly in their group to regain their strength and magics before they continue their search anew.\n\n \n Spoiler \nEven if you rest now you must still account for 24 hours before you can cast new spells. Simply resting for 8 hour periods is not enough you must wait for the next day.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rudiger",
"message": " Mordun \n\nLooking down at the corpse of the fungal creature, Mordun sighs.\n Ah, a pity we could not have used it, but what's done is done. Good to see we have capable hands for holding blades at least. \nHe looks around and sees the ragged breaths of his allies as he shrinks back down to normal size.\n Damn, I was liking the change in elevation. If any of ye need to rest, I would have no problem doin' so, it may be best for the health of the group. "
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n\nIn flashes of light, both the creatures dissapear. Cracking his fingers and neck, Entirinon stretches. \"Well. Good job everyone.\" "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen looks around and says to the group I think we should press on a bit for today. If we need to rest then let us return to our start point. "
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "Lialei dances back a few inches from the sliding creature, then observes the still outline for a long moment before she nods, slowly, and replies to the others. \"I'll be glad to rest whenever everyone else is ready, but I'll rest more easily if we at least find a good, defensible, camping location. If we can, I think we should get at least a bit more exploring done.\" She looks around at the others. \"And thank you.\" "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen looks around his companions So what is the plan? Are we carrying on or are we camping for the day? "
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "Lialei looks up and over to \" Unless a specific person needs to rest -now- I say we explore a bit further.\" "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "As you stand for a few moments regaining your barings and discussing your progress and individual needs, magical healing is doled out by Haburdur who remains stoic and unusually quiet as he goes about the mundane task of bringing the party up to full health.\n\n \n Spoiler \n ALL YOU WOUND ARE BELONG TO HABADUR!\n \n\n\nA slight tremor ripples through the floor on which you stand causing debris, pebbles, and dust to rain down from the unseen heights above. It lasts for the briefest of moments but something feels unnatural to those of you with any ability to discern such things. As the floor settles back into place once again peaceful quiet dominates the cavern as conversation was cut short by the noise and sensation. As you stare into each others eyes the same understanding passes between your gazes. Magic is afoot! It should be stopped before it endagers you further than it has already by bringing you to this place."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen looks at the others and shrugs. You guys coming? He begins moving down the wall keeping at least 20 feet from the wall but following the curve."
},
{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": " Wait, Fethen. Me and Mordun are going to go in front. Can't risk you being wounded, friend. Miss Lialei, could you scout in front of us? Bariaus says as he stops Fethen and walks a few feet past him. By the way, wasn't that tremor similar to the one that occurred when a new statue appeared? "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Azerian Kelimon \n Wait, Fethen. Me and Mordun are going to go in front. Can't risk you being wounded, friend. Miss Lialei, could you scout in front of us? Bariaus says as he stops Fethen and walks a few feet past him. By the way, wasn't that tremor similar to the one that occurred when a new statue appeared? \n \n\nYour voice echoes off the walls and fades unheeded. Fethen walks off into the darkness following the cavern walls. Apparently tired of waiting and caught up in some musing of his own."
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n\nPursing his lips, Entirinon says in a tense voice, \"Wait! Don't just go wandering off! We need to stick together, and keep organized!\" \n\nPicking up his pace, Entirinon tries to catch up to Fethren."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nSeeing the others catching up and moving around Fethen slows and lets them arrange themselves as they see fit. Gentlemen, I can take care of myself, I assure you. But we cannot stay in this place any longer. I believe Entritinon is correct in postulating that tremor is the arrival of another sentient. But it also seems that these continuous tremors are damaging the area. It is time to move on. With that said Fethen pushes on to the east."
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "Lialei quickly moves up to walk with Greyen and Jael, before speaking softly. \"Yes. We need to move on, but keep in mind, we're in strange territory, and all we have to rely on is each other. If we are badly wounded, or begin to run out of resources, we don't have anywhere to retreat to yet. We haven't even explored a single chamber of this area fully yet. That means caution. That means conserving resources, instead of throwing everything we have at the first thing we encounter.\" she says, glancing back at the mages. \"And that means being open to someone saying that they need to stop and rest.\" \n\nMaking sure they are staying to the left wall, she begins moving a few steps ahead of the others, but not so far as to be rude in the conversation, or to cause the others to have to speak louder than they had before."
},
{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": " Wait, Milady. Mind if I join you? I don't like scouting much, but your words have a ring of truth, and any information we can obtain is good, moreso considering we have limited resources, Bariaus whispers, as he slowly moves forward, taking the opposite wall.\n\n \n Spoiler \nLet's take something out from my bag of tricks.\n\nHide check, using factotum inspiration to get a boost: (1d20+22)[ 26 ] \n\nMove Silently Check, using inspiration: (1d20+22)[ 24 ] \n\nNote that this only applies if I cannot take 10 on the checks until we meet a foe. If I can, I take ten and use my normal modifier, 16.\n "
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "She had only been moving a few steps ahead, while they had all been walking, so to accommodate Azeirian, she simply slows until they're all even again, though walking in the main group makes her a bit nervous.\n\n \"I'm looking forward to finding a good defensible camping location where keeping watch will be easier.\" She says quietly and simply."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen continues to move with the group as they proceed along the wall. He is looking around and taking mental notes of the locations of many things. He is silent, obviously not very happy at the turn of events and his fellows."
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "As the conversation is done, Lialei begins moving a bit ahead of the others, always staying within the line of sight of her two closest followers. She moves slowly, checking for traps as she goes.\n\n((I know I can't take 10, and I don't know how many times to roll, so it's probably best if you roll for me when / if needed. I get +13 to my roll. I also don't have to specifically search for secret or hidden passage ways due to being elven.))"
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n \n\"Let's head back to where we began. We camped there once without mishap, and possibly another 'guest' has arrived.\" "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "As Entirinon speaks you move far enough at your pace to notice an opening in the wall on your left that is more than an indent.\n\n \n Spoiler \n I've been having trouble getting my maps up over the last few days.\n \n\n Map. "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen looks at the opening. He looks to the others, This may be a good place to camp, ot it may be the first exit from this place. Let us look. He then moves toward the opening letting the others move forward first if they want to."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "After carefully searching the several smaller caverns and tunnels branching off the main cavern you discover several startling and note-worthy things.\n\nThe first thing you discover is a very large very intricately carved door. It seems to be fashioned from the purest of mithril and nearly blinds you at first as your light sources reflect back at you off it's highly polished surface. It's hinges are also made of some substance consistant of mithral but where mithral is bright and silvery in colour the hinges are dark and seem to draw in the light.\n\nIn the very centre of the door there is also a very large square of the same mysterious dark metal. In it's centre there is a space for a key. The key itself would be as tall as any of you if stood on it's end and the metal quickly swallows up any light as you try to peer in through the key hole. Leaving you guessing about what might be on the other side.\n\nLeaving the door to explore further you quickly find the remains of what seem to be humanoids to the left and right. The remains seem to be very very old. Their skeletal remains have been picked clean by some creature or another as there are definate sings of bite barks on their bones. The three or four passages you find end abruptly with piles of refuse and odds and ends scattered about the small caverns at their ends. Although some show signs of travel as there are remains of fires and ashes in the centre of the left cavern. The final passage leads back to the larger area and the cavern you had been exploring.\n\nIt would seem that any of these would make suitable campsites although the left cavern seems to be the cleanest and most recently used out of all the others.\n\n MAP. "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen says to the others, if we want to camp one of these caves would seem to be the most defensible. I can hide us in a Rope Trick for six hours, but I know that I need a full eight to clear my mind for fresh spells. I suggest we camp in one of these and use the rope trick for the bulk of the time. Is this agreeable? "
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n \n\"It seems as good a plan as any. I suggest we arrange our camp defensively, then spend some time recuperating.\" "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "After taking 10 minutes to arrange the camp and set watches in shifts you all quickly settle in for acold hard night in the darkness. Lost in the depths of some cavern in a land that seems unfamiliar to you eventually settling into a restless sleep plagued by nightmarish visions and impenitrable darkness that clings to you as you run through it trying to escape it's cloying embrace. Shaking with dread and sweating even though you feel chill and numb as though something is sapping the heat from you as you run you stumble blindly as the darkness creeps ever closer on the edge of your vision always in sight and never within reach.\n\nAs the bank of darkness closes in around you, parting as you wing at it franticly trying to hold it at bay. It eventually engulfs you completely and a few moments later you awake back in the cavern. As those who are on watch stir restlessly, you know sleep will not afford you the comfort or respite you need."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nWatching the others attempt to rest and sleep Fethen studies his spell book and makes some more notes in his journal. He is not ready to sleep yet. After a few hours of preparation and reading/writing Fethen looks at the others and sighs. He walks into the back of the cave and taking some things from one of the pouches at his side he begins to cast a spell.\n\nAfter a few moments a shimmer in the air appears in front of him before dissappearing. A short moment later a thick rope unrolls from a point in the air a foot above Fethen's head. Fethen tugs on the rope and climbs into nothing. After a moment he pokes his head out and calls to the others. Come on in here guys. This will allow us a short respite from the nightmares...I hope "
},
{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": " Aaaah! Bariaus wakes up, after a night filled with nightmares. Nightmares of longing for having a little lady back, of an endless journey, and of no one to trust. Seeing Fethen, he remembers something. Better prepare, neevr know what's awaiting us , he thinks as he prepares spells for the day. He decides to repeat yesterday's selection, as it has shown itself to be rather useful."
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "Lialei, meanwhile, keeps watch with the mage. While he scribes notes and the like, she watches the entrance of the side cave that they chose for their camp (personally I recommend the one on the far right, or the one next to it). She glances to the sleeping humanoids, and occasionally surveys their side cavern a soft frown on her face.\n\nWhile humans sleep, and dream, elves enter a trance, where in the memories of their life return to them, allowing them to stay connected to each part of their life despite their long years. It is due to these trances which keep the past fresh in an Elf's mind. It is because of these that it is said among other races that no friendship lasts so long as an elf... nor does such wraith.\n\nYet, even within the trance, elves do sometimes dream. These dreams are often considered to be prophetic. And while no elf can ever tell what memories they will revisit that night, the memories that one calls up can sometimes be influenced by the world around them... either being dredged from the depths by similar events... or used to help the mind and spirit find some temporary respite.\n\nLialei has lived much of her life in nature, exploring it's beauty and magesty... in an attempt to make each night's trance just a little bit more pleasant, after the decades of war she has seen. Yet tonight, from the nightmares of the others, she fears that her trance may... be less than she has worked for.\n\nShe nods, and heads for the rope. \"Alright Fethen. Thank you for the secure place to rest... and I agree, let's hope our rest will be peaceful.\" "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "Relative Morning Comes?\n-----------------\n Fethen \n\nFethen stretches and looks at the cramped quarters inside the Rope Trick. He waits a moment before waking everyone and ushering them out. Saying brightly, trying to keep a positive face on he will poke and prod feet or shoulders all the while saying Wakey wakey! A beautiful day of deep dungeon delving to do! \n\nAfter everyone is awake and out of the Rope Trick he will then sit against a wall and rest for another few hours, mainly sketching and reading. After eating a cold breakfast of dry tack he will sit and memorize spells muttering about Tomorrow, we will get a whole nights sleep. This place is oppressive. "
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "Liale has been sitting in one small corner of the area of the rope-trick with her knees brought to her chest, and her arms hugging her cloak to her body. Her eyes have stayed open the majority of the time, merely blinking now and again as she stares into nothingness, past the shoulder of one of the others in the rope trick, as though absorbed in her own inner world, which she has been.\n\nAfter being prodded a few times by Greyen, she nods, and waits for others to make room, before crawling forward to the exit, streeeeetching as a cat does as she goes, then summer salts out of the exit, before climbing down the rope, and streeeeetching further, lengthening each muscle and sinew in the first bit of her morning ritual."
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n\nStirring quietly, Entirinon moves slowly for the exit. Though his actions are smooth and controlled, you can see that he definitely could benefit from more sleep."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nWhen Fethen is finished studying his spell book he looks to the others, Are we ready to go? I wast be free of this place as soon as possible. "
},
{
"author": "Josh the Aspie",
"message": "While the others study their spellbooks, Lialei cleans and maintains her gear as best she can without wasting any water, and has a bit of breakfast from her rations and water skin. If she managed to find any food in their travels thus far, she shared it with the group. That done, she then begins work on a map of the area they'd explored so far. Not a detailed one, but a general one. A small marking symbol she personally uses marks a particular spot with \"here be mushrooms\" and another marks the door they found earlier.\n\nWhen people close up their spellbooks and look about ready to go, she removes her bow from her quiver, and strings it, tests the pull, then bounces on her feet, quickly dodging back and forth vrs an apparent enemy. When asked if she's ready, a smile and a nod are her answer. Don'tcha love morning people?\n\n\"I think we should examine that door. Even if we can't open it right now, if we know what we're looking for we're more likely to find the key as we explore the cave.\" She says, gesturing in that dirrection. \"Then, before unlocking a path to a new area, I think we should make sure we don't have any threats to our back in this one, and know of any resources we can take advantage of here.\"\n\nIf the group concurs, and readies to move out, she will lead back to the door."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen nods agreement and snapping off a quick spell points his finger at himself. Waving his finger over himself dirt and grim puffs off of him. He looks to the others Anyone fancy a cleaning, wizards style? his finger is still pointing forward.\n\n-OOC Using prestidigitation for cleaning\n\nIf anyone accepts Fethen will points at them and clean them, it feels like warms air flowing from his finger tip.\n\nWhen everyone else is ready Lets be off then. Fethen says as he readies his crossbow, double checking the tether to his vest."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "--Assuming you all take the time and make your way to the door. --\n\nYou find the door much as you left it. It stands many times your height and is imposing indeed. It's craftsmanship is unmached to anything you have seen before be it dwarven, elven, or even an artifact of the gods. This doorway seems to exude a strength and a purpose that you cannot fathom. Whatever treasure it guards must be great indeed for anything guarded by a treasure such as this door must be many times more valuable itself.\n\nIn its very centre almost twelve feet off the ground there is an opening that would appear to be a keyhole if it were not so overlarge and so high off the ground. It has the usual shape of a keyhole other than it's size and the slip-shod that securely blocks the opening from taking any key not designed for the opening it is far less remarkable than the door itself. Any key that fit suck a lock however would be as large as any of you if it was stood on its end.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf anyone wants to do anything else while the others study the door feel free. Also any rolls you wish to make might reveal more information just post the here or OOC and i'll post a reply as soon as i can to append the information.\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen takes a moment to study the great door, he then quickly snaps off a spell. Hold this, please! He says to nothing as he hands his everburning torch to thin air which holds it there.\n\n-OOC- Cast Unseen Servant 6 Hour duration\n\n Anyone mind if we study this for a moment? \nWithout waiting for an answer he sets his cross bow to hang at his waist as he takes out his sketching pad. As he studies the door he moves around it taking approximate measurements with a bit of string and a piece of chalk.\n\nHe even takes out a few other books he is carrying and studies those for a moment before putting them away.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTaking 20 to sketch for a 25-multiple sketches with details, etc.\nK:Arcana- (1d20+18)[ 37 ] \nK:A&E - (1d20+12)[ 27 ] \nK:Religion (1d20+9)[ 22 ] \nK:Planes (1d20+9)[ 13 ] \nSpellcraft (1d20+11)[ 19 ] \nAppraise - (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Azerian Kelimon",
"message": " Don't delay, Fethen. We have nothing to do with this door. And before anyone asks why, Bariaus quickly adds, It is because it is either way above or below our league. If the original owner is still alive, it is a being of enough power to overthrow the gods or an idiot. If it was a superpowerful creature, it wouldn't leave the door locked, and if it was an idiot, it also wouldn't leave the door locked. If someone occupied this, the usurper is way above our league, since such items as this door usually comes along with other powerful artifacts, which means we should leave well enough alone. So let's continue our journey and leave this door alone. We can always come back later. And by the way, judging the craftsmanship of the door, I'd say it was made for or by Titans, possibly greater ones . And with that, Bariaus walks back, to check other passages, without leaving very far away from the group."
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Entirinon \n\nAfter waiting patiently for Fethen to finish his sketches, he begins to talk...\n\n \"Well. Lets go back to the area we all started out from... We need to find out if there are any new visitors. Then we can continue to map out this area.\" He pauses for a moment. \"Finding a source of food and water is also priority. After all, we have no idea how long we will be down here.\" "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Fethen \n\nFethen closes his book with a thump. Thank you everyone for waiting for me. Clues about the creation and use of this door may lead us to clues about who and or what is doing this. But for now that is all it is worth. Let us be off. Fethen stows his books and sketching materials. He picks up his crossbow and tells the torch to follow him. He nods to Lailei as if to say that he is ready."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nWhat is knowledge A&E?\n \n\n\nFrom your brief time spent studying and sketching the door you see a myriad of symbols you are unfamiliar with and you only notice them once you get ver close to the door and squint. The door is actually covered with them. Anywhere you assumed was a pock mark or flaw in the stone from the passage of time actually apears to be a very minute facet in the door itself. Each facet contains enough sigils and wards that it baffles you the amount of detail and precision it would take to carve such intricate patterns would surely take centuries, if not longer.\n\nMost of the small pocks being smaller than the tip of your pencil you have a very hard time copying them or even viewing them reliably. If only you had your entile array of instruments to study them or some way to magnify the symbols. Either way simply sketching the door and noting its dimensions takes a considerable amount of time and skill. As you draw and ponder you realise that such a door must also be magical. The material it is made of does not appear to be native to this plane as much of the other dark rock you studied earlier seemed to be unfamiliar to your home plane.\n\nLastly you imagine and estimate the door to be priceless both as a means of defense and as an invaluable artifact it is surely without equal and priceless."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nK:A&E is Knowledge Architecture and Engineering\n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nOk. I have nothing to add to include that roll, i basically gave you all the information you can get from a one time look without any other background. If you have some questions your rolls might entitle you to have them answered but other than that my other post should be sufficient.\n "
}
] |
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{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": "Players selected by SomethingElse.\n\nCyrkinn, halfling ranger, CG, Threeshades\nSkeye D'Kannith, human ranger/cyre scout, N, Grymmheart\nMellisandra, changeling rogue, CN, kemmotar\nKythian, (grey) elf [need a PM on this] cloistered cleric, N, Gnarnia\nIosef, human barbarian/cleric, CG, Maurkov\nValzoa, human cleric/exorcist of the silver flame, LG, Voth"
},
{
"author": "SomethingElse",
"message": "It was nearly sunset in Rekkenmark, and the Tower stood high, reaching almost to the setting sun itself. The shadow the idol of military power seemed to cast over the path into the hamlet was an ominous one indeed to the makeshift adventuring party that approached.\n\nAs they moved along gradually, the sounds of chatter could be heard from the village. Adventurers came fairly frequently to Rekkenmark, so that was nothing unusual... but this party did not fit the usual cliché, being made up of several individuals of a priestly nature, yet none who understood the arcane arts. This was uncommon in Karrnath, because even though the undead-obsessed culture had a great use for priests, the airship that floated near the tower was a stark reminder to the layman that wizardry was the art of the land.\n\nAs the party approached the tanner's shop where they had been told to meet their mysterious employer, a man flung himself before them. He was ragged, and his ears seemed to show a slight point - a half-elf, perhaps?\n\n \"How many albatrosses have you slain today, adventurer?\" he declared to the leader of the party, and although the adventurer might have been inclined to dismiss this as everday cliché from a townsperson who was excited at the sight of an adventuring party, in this case the beggar's plea seemed a bit more authentic. In the distance, a crow screamed..."
},
{
"author": "kemmotar",
"message": "Belinda (as the party knows melissandra) steps forward and faces the beggar quickly sizing him up and says in a sweet kindly voice, barely audible above the hubbubb of the streets. The language is elven and she has a feeling the beggar in front of hehr may understand it.\n\n Many greetings my friend, where do you come from and what do you want? We have no reason to slay anyone lest the pay be good and the reason just. "
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": " Iosef \n\nThe large priest furrowed his brow and said, \"Don't be rude. Speak plain, both of you.\" \n\n((The past tense looks really weird to me, but I'll try to get used to it.))"
},
{
"author": "SomethingElse",
"message": "The beggar glares at Iosef, as if the idea of speaking plain had been brought up be his mother at the same time she was teaching him to eat his broccoli +1 . Then, he turns to Mellisandra and raises his eyebrows.\n\n \"Justice and pay generally go together when you want it to,\" he says. He opens his mouth to say more, but suddenly a young woman comes up behind him, her eyes wide.\n\n \"I'm really sorry!\" she exclaims. \"Uncle Thoris isn't supposed to be out today... it's just that he got really excited.\" She begins to drag him away, but before she can get him far, he cries out in the most dramatic voice he can muster, \"He's not your true master! Don't trust the wizard!\" Then, he ceases to give resistance, and allows himself to be pulled away, presumably to his hut.\n\nThe door to the tanners' store beckons..."
},
{
"author": "kemmotar",
"message": "Melissandra-Belinda, marks the location where the old man was taken by the young woman, she then smiles at Iosef and says:\n\n It appears this man was the perfect mix of crazy and wise. He knows much and perhaps it drove him mad. Shall we then trust his word or not? If we meet a wizard that is...What do all of you say? \n\nWhen she finishes talking she looks expectantly at her fellow co-travellers."
},
{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": " Skeye looked on as her companions spoke to the beggar Thoris and his niece. She had only been in the area a few weeks after delivering the information secured from the Mournlands to nobleman Henrik. Her knew companions intrigued her and also offered a diversion from the morbid life she had been living trailing the whispers of the past.\n\nNot one to speak often, Skeye held her tongue and waited to see how things played out. At the opening of the door, she peered into the store.\n\n \n Spoiler \n spot - (1d20+12)[ 30 ] \n\nhope to reserve BLue as Skeye dialogue color \n "
},
{
"author": "Threeshades",
"message": "Cyrkin having trouble to hide that she is not quite happy with her current location, pats the side of the neck of Karom, her clawfoot-steed who kept making steps on the spot like a nervous horse.\n\n Internal thoughts: \n Okay, Cyrri - as she likes others to call her - don't let them know that you feel like a paladin in a horde of Hobgoblin-Blackguards. \nShe straightens her mental shirt Okay, I'm a halfling, I'm supposed to be jolly. Yes I'm jolly! \n\nShe sets up a big grin and turns to her companions: \"So...!\" "
},
{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": "Since meeting Cyrkin, Skeye had been most confortable interacting with the diminutive halfling.\n\n \"So, let's keep moving,\" she answered the shortened question. \"All wizard are mad if you ask me,\" she continued in a hushed voice. Thinking back on the Day of Mourning, Skeye continued to hold her reservations on the arcane, as that was the likely cause of the disaster in her mind."
},
{
"author": "Threeshades",
"message": "Cyrkin felt relieved at the words of her old friend and she knew Karom would appreciate it too.\n \"The wisest words I heard this day.\" she replied, \"let's go to some other place.\" \nWith the index finger of her right hand she poshes up her black headband and scratches her forehead with her middle finger.\n \"So where are we going to spend the night? Personally I like camping. Especially when it's on politcally neutral grounds.\" \n\nOnly now it appears to her that the others had just been speaking to an inhabitant of the city and she did hardly get a bit of the conversation as she was focused on nervously examining the surroundings."
},
{
"author": "kemmotar",
"message": " okay, let's just not forget the man we're meeting here. If you want I can go ahead and meet him and I can tell you all what he wants from us when I come back. Belinda says thinking to herself that it would be much easier to learn more from this mysterious contact if she were alone.\n\n If that's okay with all of you, we can arrange a meeting in 2 hours right here so you can show me the way to the place you've decided we should all sleep...and if you don't mind I'd like a room to myself...a woman needs her space she says all the while smiling that beguiling smile she always wore as belinda.\n\n So do we have an agreement? "
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": " Iosef \n\n It appears this man was the perfect mix of crazy and wise. He knows much and perhaps it drove him mad. Shall we then trust his word or not? If we meet a wizard that is...What do all of you say? \n\nIosef watches the old man go. \"If you ask me, the right amount of crazy to mix with wisdom would be none. None crazy.\n\n\"And as for trust, I judge a man by his works not his words. Suppose we meet a wizard who tells us, 'don't trust crazy beggars,' then where would we be? Uncle Thoris doesn't get the benefit of my doubt just because he found us first.\" \n\n \"...Personally I like camping...\" \n\n \"Nothing wrong with camping, but I do like a bed and a roof when one's available. First, though, the Job.\" \n\nHe ducks as he passes through the door."
},
{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Maurkov \n \"Nothing wrong with camping, but I do like a bed and a roof when one's available. First, though, the Job.\" \n \n\n Skeye nodded in agreement and followed Iosef through the doorway. She would let Belinda and Iosef speak, but felt the need to enter in case trouble arose."
},
{
"author": "Threeshades",
"message": " \"Alright... I'm fine with that. No problems at all. It's not like I had something like deep seated emotional problems related to anything that goes on her in Karrnath\" , Cyrkin resignates and looks around for the stables. \"Could one of you ask for the stables? I'm not actually comfortable with leaving Karom alone outside. I'm not exactly sure if it's wise to tell them that we need to get a roof for a six feet long carnivorous reptile though.\" "
},
{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": " Skeye remained hard pressed in not smiling around their smallest companion. She longingly remembers her youth filled with such banter. With a sigh she let's regret wash over her."
},
{
"author": "SomethingElse",
"message": "As Skeye prepares to enter, she suddenly notices a shadowy figure to the edge of the door. She leaps to the side, then notices that it's rather immobile - and rather inhuman.\n\n \"Ooh, fleshy,\" the Warforged says in an eerily feminine voice. \"Many fleshies. My master will be with you shortly.\" Skeye's pulse seems to lower a bit as it becomes apparent that the Warforged does not plan to attack - and then raises again as \"she\" steps into the light and reveals that her Mithril-plated body is covered in scars and pockmarks, and her right arm is deeply mangled, a blade from some other warrior wedged in it. The Warforged's eyes seem strange, not asking for pity, but certainly not seeming happy with its lot, either."
},
{
"author": "Threeshades",
"message": " Internal Thoughts \n Okay maybe I should just tell them at some time or the other. \n\nCyrkin slides off her saddle leads Karom to turn and starts walking around the building looking for a nearby stable.\n \"Okay, sorry, I will look for the stables myself.\" \n This is like sitting on big giant delicious cake, just that if you try to eat it, it will eat you too. Just much quicker. "
},
{
"author": "kemmotar",
"message": "Belinda-Melissandra\n\nRegretting the fact that she was unable to see this man alone and make the most out of the situation...the hopes of getting in bed with a young beautiful woman always got men talking...and most of the time they tell you more than they ever intended...Nevertheless she smiles thinking if this comes to the worst case scenario at least she has someone to back her up...With these thoughts she warily enters the shop after Iosef..."
},
{
"author": "Voth",
"message": " Valzoa \n \nTaking in her surroundings, Valzoa leaned against a near by wall, her eyes constantly on the move looking for any sort of trouble. She keeps her eyes on the warforge, never fully letting it leave her sight."
},
{
"author": "SomethingElse",
"message": "The tanner's hut is musty and seems as if it must have been unoccupied for some time. The feeling that this is just a setup for the kind of ambush that adventurers are supposed to be too smart to fall for grows, but nothing happens as the Warforged's mysterious eyes follow the party as they take their places in the room, either standing or sitting on spartan wooden chairs.\n\nIn the room above, a clattering can be heard, and then a man comes down the stairs, dressed in brown robes. Liden is an elf, slight but lithe in his movements.\n\n \"The adventurers!\" he exclaims, as if his best friend from sorcerer college had suddenly reappeared. \"You're here, and ahead of schedule, too. What can I do for you all?\" The color seems flushed from his face suddenly when the Warforged catches his eye, and he nods at \"her.\" She walks into a back room and begins rummaging, and he is suddenly more solemn."
},
{
"author": "SomethingElse",
"message": "Cyrkin lead his mount only a few steps before catching site of an inn with stables. Generally innkeepers are fine with horses being stabled for a small fee, and the Talenta are not unheard of in Rekkenmark, since the Last War. Cyrkin began to make his way down the hill and reached the inn door. Above him, the airship began to depart from the Tower and move over the town. Children looked up in awe, far less disinterested than in the adventurers' arrival.\n\n((Sorry folks, I wasn't used to the past tense at first.))"
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": " Iosef \n\n \"What can I do for you all?\" \n\nIosef sat. Leaning forward he said, \"Why don't we start with an outline of the problem?\" "
},
{
"author": "SomethingElse",
"message": " \"It's pretty simple, actually,\" Liden said. \"Silver, you want to show me?\" The elf gestured to the warforged, who ambled over. Ambled was the right term, because it became rapidly apparent that she was limping terribly, and Valzoa noticed a dagger lodged near the Warforged's thigh area, sparking as her legs rubbed against one another. Whatever had happened to this Warforged, either \"she\" had been through a terrible battle, or she had a very kinky sense of fashion.\n\nThe answer, sadly, was the more tragic one.\n \n\"Something is hunting the Warforged in this town, and the Karrnathi government is involved.\" The Warforged's declaration was simple and blunt. \"Another month, and there won't be any of us left.\" \n \"You see,\" the sorceror said in a sad, yet oddly authentic voice, \"I need you to hunt the people responsible. We need you to -\" \n\nLiden was suddenly cut off by a loud boom.\n\n Outdoors... \n\nCyrkin was interrupted in his approach to the inn by a sudden noise - he jerked his head upward reflexively, just in time to catch the airship in flames, smashing into the side of the Tower and then descending toward the town. Screams of children at play turned from joy to terror, Cyrkin's dinosaur emitted a screech - and then the inn caught fire."
},
{
"author": "Voth",
"message": " Valzoa \n \"What in the name of the Silver Flame, was that?\" yelled Valzoa, suddenly very alert and reaching for her bow."
},
{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": " Skeye listened intently to the man's words. When the warforged approached the group and spoke of being hunted are part of her recoiled in anger. It had been her parent's life's work creating warforged, to hear of such an act brought fury to her.\n\nAs the loud boom penetrated her focus, she acted with the others of her group and ran outside to investigate."
},
{
"author": "Threeshades",
"message": " \"What in the nine hells could have done that?!\" \n Internal Thoughts \n Like them or not, you have to help here Cyrri! \n\nCyrkin leaped back into the saddle to push Karom forward back to where she left the rest of the party hastily while readying her bow.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRide check for fast mounting up: (1d20+14)[ 24 ] \n\nCyrkin is a she by the way.\n "
},
{
"author": "kemmotar",
"message": "Belinda-Melisandra\n\nReflexively upon hearing the explosion she rushed out of the hut and looked for the source of the sound. Seeing the danger to be far away she returned to the hut to inform her companions.\n\n An airship blew up pretty far off...i guess that will be our first lead...but we need some information first. First of all, what's the pay? Second, what authority do you have? Any connection with local law enforcement? Could help a lot with our investigation...and more importantly...why would a tanner care for the warforged? \n\nAfter hearing the tanner's answer she glanced at the warforged, then at the dagger and said:\n\n May i see that please? Might give us some kind of clue at to who it was that was hunting you...and maybe you can tell us all the details of how you came to be attacked... "
},
{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": "While Belinda probed the tanner for added information, Skeye moved off at a slow trot while securing her gear. As more items appeared well in place, her speed picked up until she was running towards the crashed skyship.\n\n \"Another tragedy to witness,\" she said between breaths as she closed in on the scene."
},
{
"author": "Gnarnia",
"message": " \"Albatrosses... albatrosses... why does that sound so important. There's meaning there.\n\na l b a t r o s s e s... if the letters are moved... hmm... no...\n\nbalors seats, of course! Portentious words to be spoken at the seat of power in this dark empire.\" \n\nThe elf's eyes worked their way up the dark tower, lingering on the airship floating next to it.\n\n \"Portentious words indeed. We should be wary...\" \n\nThe elf stopped his words mid sentence, noticing just now that his companions had left him some time ago, standing in the middle of the street outside the tanner's, as though he had about as much use to them as the beggar.\n\nPushing his disheveled silver hair back behind his ears, he strode into the tanner's hut."
},
{
"author": "Threeshades",
"message": " \"Could you see what happened?\" \nA familiar voice like that of a very young woman came from behind Skeye becoming louder with every word.\nCyrkin was catching up on her easily with the help of her dinosaur. The halfling had her bow at the ready for any unexpected conflicts.\n \"How could the airship hit the tower?\" "
},
{
"author": "kemmotar",
"message": "Belinda-Melissandra\n internal thoughts \n If only she could get her hands on one of the guards...she could easilly disguise herself and infiltrate the government from the bottom up and find the source of the \"problem\"...Maybe this elf was involved in it...or maybe the warforged had something to do with the government or else how would they know that it is the government after the warforged...? If only they could provide her with a guard's insignia...or at least some information and she could get to work... "
},
{
"author": "Voth",
"message": " Valzoa \n\nRushing outside, Valzoa spied the burning airship as it tumbled towards the ground. Rushing forward, Valzoa tried to see if there is anything she could do for those wounded. \"I hope I reach those poor souls in time.\" "
},
{
"author": "Gnarnia",
"message": "No sooner does Kythian enter the tanner's shop than the airship crashes and explodes into flames outside.\n\nReflexively, without thinking, he starts running in that direction to help."
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": " Iosef \n \"Belinda. In case this is a diversion, please keep an eye on Silver. They're going to need priests out there.\" I hope. Iosef followed Kythian."
},
{
"author": "kemmotar",
"message": "Belinda-Melissandra\n\n Worry not my friend for I have no place among the dying...unless it is my own dagger that tasted their blood. Go and do what your gods command...Go and if you do not find me here when you return, expect me back here at midnight. \n\nBelinda smiled broadly as she said it, this time with genuine pleasure. The plan can now go the way she wants...maybe if she can get the elf alone...If she has no connection with the guard maybe she can seduce another guard in the night, kill him and steal his insignia...\n\nShe silently thanked Iosef in her mind and made a mental note to buy him a beer when she got a chance...Good thing these clerics are so innocent from time to time...She smiled a mischevious smile again...There might yet be some fun to be had tonight."
},
{
"author": "SomethingElse",
"message": "The warforged Silver immediately sprinted after Iosef for the door, her weakness suddenly seeming to disappear. Meanwhile, the sorceror Liden simply looked confused for a moment, but upon hearing of the airship's demise, his face contorted with shock.\n\n \"Why in the hells -? This makes no sense,\" he exclaims to Belinda-Melisandra, as she is the closest. \"Unless... the Lord of Blades is taking revenge. If that's the case, then the Host protect us.\" He grimaced, then collected himself. \"I doubt many have survived,\" he remarks, but Iosef and the other rescuers are already out the door and approaching the inn, where flaming wreckage rains from the sky.\n\nCyrkin mounts his dinosaur and meets the others in front of the inferno. A man runs out, followed by two women. One of the women is on fire and screaming for help; the other woman is trying to put her out, with little success.\n\nBelinda-Melisandra and Liden are now left alone.\n\n \"In answer to your question, I am no tanner,\" he says. \"The former owner of this building is... no longer in the picture. I simply... take his place for a while longer. Who am I, and why do I want to help the warforged? You could say I'm a sort of... activist. Let's just say that the governments of Khorvaire have no idea what they bring upon themselves when they harm the Warforged.\" "
},
{
"author": "Threeshades",
"message": "@SomethingElse\n \n Spoiler \nMaybe you didnt see it last time but Cyrkin is female.\n \n\n \"Somebody needs to bring water or a blanket for this woman!\" \nCyrkin stops Karom in front of the man who came out of the tower and tries to bring him to stop.\n \"Are there any people left in the tower?\" "
},
{
"author": "kemmotar",
"message": "Belinda-Melisandra\n\nBelinda looked both confused and interested at Liden's answer, her interest however was peaked by the apparently crippled warforged running out of the shop with such ease when before \"she\" was straining to travel a few feet...\n\n My, is that not an interesting story...seeing however as i'm not particularly interested in activism, saving the world or much of the nonsense attributed to today's adventurers, i'm more interested in two things. What will i get ouf this...and by I of course I mean me and my fellow travellers and secondly what is the easiest way for me to do what is needed. I'd certainly prefer for you not to play with words but make it clear to me what is going on. First you mention the Karnath government and then the lord of blades...The latter is of course renowned for his hatred of the \"fleshies\" and lesser races so it would make no sense for him to be attacking his own...are there two parties to this...\"story\"...Also, I have a feeling that Liden is not your real name...a man hiding in a tanner's shop...and not his own at that...doesn't go along announcing his real name to the first band of adventurers to answer his call...Of course...I needn't share this information with the rest if that is your wish...I merely want as much information as possible foor the quickest resolution of this mission... \n\nBelinda stopped for a second, licked her lips and looked again at Liden, this time with a look as seductive as her experience and beauty could master and said:\n\n You might also find that sharing with me can be quite rewarding as I can also be quite generous...You might have heard of me if you have travelled in Sharn..I am quite....known...in some districts for my services...especially some men of the platinum heights have come knocking on my door more than once... "
},
{
"author": "Voth",
"message": "Valzoa quickly readied one of her divine gifts. \"I pray to the Silver Flame that this succeeds.\" \n \n Spoiler \n I cast Create Water above the person on fire. The area of effect is set to be large enough to hit the person on fire no matter what and I conjure 12 gallons of water.\n "
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": " Iosef started digging through the rubble, pausing to listen for the cries of the injured. He knew he could rely on the powers of his faith and the powers of his clan to give him strength.\n\n \n Spoiler \nListen +7 to locate surivors. He'll let somebody else use Search. If he's halted by something he can't move, he'll\n\nEnlarge Person (STR 18, large) 600 lbs, then\nBull's Strength (STR 22, large) 1040 lbs, then\nrage (STR 26, large) 1840 lbs\n\nuntil he's no longer halted. (That's how much he can lift. He can drag ~2.5 times those amounts.) He will stabilize the injured with spontaneously cast CmW. Any casualty who looks fit enough to lend a hand will receive a CLW or CMW (going in order down his list of prepared spells) and orders to do so.\n "
},
{
"author": "SomethingElse",
"message": "No one runs to get the woman a blanket, but the water from Valzoa's spell extinguishes it as Valzoa breathes a sigh of relief. The relief is short-lived, however, as the inn collapses completely.\n\nIosef ducks out of the way of the falling wood fragments, then begins digging near a scream that he heard. He gets closer and closer, and finally pulls a miraculously unharmed halfling from the rubble.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIosef doesn't have to make us of his spells.\n \n\n\nLiden angles his head at Belinda-Mellisandra, and looks at her as if what she is suggesting is something he'd never even considered. Then, he looks at her.\n\n \"I've already told you that I will pay a generous fee. For you, I'll throw in a bit extra. Perhaps some magic items, and three hundred gold pieces for each of you adventurers. But I need this answered. As for the Lord of Blades, I don't think he's involved... but you can never tell. The Karrnathis, though, seem to be.\" "
},
{
"author": "Threeshades",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by Threeshades \n @SomethingElse\n \n Spoiler \nMaybe you didnt see it last time but Cyrkin is female.\n \n\n \"Somebody needs to bring water or a blanket for this woman!\" \nCyrkin stops Karom in front of the man who came out of the tower and tries to bring him to stop.\n \"Are there any people left in the tower?\" \n \n\nI still need a response to this\n "
},
{
"author": "SomethingElse",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Threeshades \n \n Spoiler \n\n\nI still need a response to this\n \n \n \n\n \n Spoiler \nThe tower isn't on fire, and it's clear the military has that part under control.\n "
},
{
"author": "Threeshades",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nAh sorry, I think i lost my overview. Then ignore that.\n \n\n\nCyrkin steers her clawfoot towards the burnt woman and tries to jump out of the saddle crashing to the ground violently. After she got up Cyrkin advances to the woman.\n \"I should have picked up some healer kits earlier. I can't do much for you... but at least a little, hold still.\" \nShe lays her hands on the burnt flesh of the woman and calls upon Balinor's help.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRide check to get off the Clawfoot: (1d20+18)[ 19 ] (this time I dont forget the dinosaur wrangler feat) - Oh yeah a natural one. Had to happen right now.\n\nI hope what I wrote there suits the 1 on the ride check. So you just have to tell me the damage i get. If it doesn't i will change it according to you.\n\nI cast Cure Light Wounds on the burnt woman: (1d8+3)[ 6 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "kemmotar",
"message": "Belinda-Melisandra\n\nMelisandra smiled behind her disguise pleased that she arranged some extra payment for herself, however, she noticed that Liden kept eluding the main questions she was asking....She knew she could keep her calm however and with a completely impartial tone continued to question Liden:\n\n That is very generous of you my lord \n\nShe made a small bow as if to thank him and continued with the next question while trying to gouge his strength or anything she could gather about his posture that betrayed a lie, a bead of sweat...some agitation perhaps...\n\n \n Spoiler \n sense motive: (1d20+10)[ 16 ] \nspot: (1d20+1)[ 13 ] \n \n\n If you will excuse an assumption then, considering the fact that you \"know\" the Karnathi government to be involved in this...what should i call it...aahh yes...this affair, it is quite possible that you were either involved in the governmet yourself or have come by this knowlege through similar channels...Now I can appreciate the fact that you would not want to disclose where you got this information, good informants are hard to come by. What i do need to know however, and this is the assumption, is that since you seem to know a lot about this affair, you would also know a good place for us to start looking. \n\nShe allowed herself a smile, ever so small and barely noticeable...She turned around and glanced at the place where silver had been previously been...maybe it was the right time to probe about it too...now that he was probably busy thinking up an elusive answer to her previous question...\n\n Oh and one small question before you answer...I am very intrigued by this warforged that was in here not a minute ago...It seemed so sad in its disrepair...limping about...telling us about how the warforged would become extinct...and yet she ran out...what an elaborate fraud you cooked up for the sentimentalists...So...maybe you can tell me the real story behind her....mm? \n\nShe was hoping for confusion, a small sign while he thought about all the answers...a slip of the tongue? Or was this player above her? Everyone slips up at some point or other...she was sure of that...just some took longer to crack she reassured herself and gazed confidently, her look incospicuous and docile and yet her mind churning...analyzing every word and every movement, however slight, to betray...what? She was having fun, behind this friendly exchange she could feel some hostility...this is why she loved her job..."
},
{
"author": "Voth",
"message": " Valzoa \n \"Thank the Flame.\" Valzoa said as she sighed in relief."
},
{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": " Skeye is dismayed to see the extent of the damage. Moving closer to the fire, she attempted to help out as needed."
},
{
"author": "SomethingElse",
"message": "Cyrkin quickly heals her patient, just in time to see a terrifying sight over by the Tower - massive, ten-foot tall... beings ... with massive claws the size of a dog's head and terrifying skeletal grins, advancing slowly on long, spidery legs that make them appear to be floating... they move into the building and then are seen no more, but anyone who spots them feels disquieted.\n\nSkeye moves closer to the fire, only to see that the inn is utterly engulfed. No more people emerge from the flames.\n\nLiden looks almost relieved at Melisandra's questioning.\n\n \"The warforged, I do not know... she came to me. Her story may or may not be true. But I've seen the corpses of other Warforged myself. As for how I am linked to the government... I once was a member of the Karrnathi military... I was honorably discharged after the end of the Last War.\" He pauses. \"Assuming this... airship... incident didn't destroy it, there's a house downtown where many Warforged stay, and the last few murders have all happened outside of it, nearby.\" "
},
{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": "Although Skeye had never witnessed such a fire, she knew that it imposed great danger upon the city. Knowing that she did not have the power to call water down as Valzoa did, she begins to look for the local well.\n\nCalling out to others, she yelled \"We need to start a bucket line. Who here knows where the well and supplies are located? We need to move quickly.\" \n\nJust as the last of the words are spoken, Skeye stood frozen and unnerved as she saw several ten-foot monstosities enter the building. \"What in the Maker's name is that?\" she whispered to herself, before allowing movement to take over again."
},
{
"author": "kemmotar",
"message": " Somehow I get the feeling that this airship did in fact destroy that very house...I simply hope that some clues still remain unburned from the destruction for us to follow...Oh and if you please, I would like to talk to that warforged that was here before...I shall drop by tomorrow again to speak with her if you don't mind...If you see her tell her to come here at midday...If of course that is okay with you \n\nBelinda waited for his answer and then after saying farewell she exited the tanner's shop and headed at a brisk pace towards where the catastrophe should be...She ignores any pleading from victims...She didn't care at all...even if she did she wouldn't be able to help them...Instead she did what she does best...She searched around the area inn looking for any clues and then procceeded towards the tower near where the airship crashed before falling to the town. She goes as far up as possible listening all the way for anything that might be dangerous...\n\nMaybe the ones that caused it have escaped to the tower....unlikely...she shrugged...better safe than sorry Melisandra her mother always used to say...and she was right...it had saved her many times.\n\nShould she hear anything she attempts to hide and move as siltently as she can to find out what it is she heard without compromising her position.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Search: (1d20+12)[ 25 ] (near the inn)\nSearch: (1d20+12)[ 29 ] (near the airship, if possible)\nlisten: (1d20+1)[ 8 ] \nhide: (1d20+13)[ 27 ] \nmove silently: (1d20+13)[ 17 ] \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n If melissandra finds something while searching near the inn and where the airship fell she lingers there and then continues towards the tower.\n "
},
{
"author": "Threeshades",
"message": " \"What in the....\" Cyrkin bursts out as her look falls upon the creatures. She turns back to her patient: \"Go and find some place safe. I'm sure the guards will assist you.\" \nCyrkin readies her bow once again and calls for Karom. She rushes toward her dinosaur and jumps back into the saddle swiftly to follow the creatures she saw.\n \n Spoiler \n Handle animal check (for calling the dinosaur): (1d20+13)[ 23 ] \n Ride check (for quick mounting up): (1d20+18)[ 25 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Voth",
"message": " Valzoa \n \"As if a crashing airship was not enough, by the Silver Flame what is this fowl creature?!\" Sighed Valzoa as she drew her bow and arrow and began to line up a shot."
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": " Iosef \n\nAs the flames drive Iosef away from any further rescue attempts, he catches sight of the strange creatures entering the tower. He grabs a gawking local. \"Whose tower is that? What are those things?\" then he heads for the entrance and listens for the sounds of combat."
},
{
"author": "SomethingElse",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nMaurkov, Iosef would know that the Tower is a traning facility belonging to the Karrnathi government.\n \n\n\nThe people around ignore Skeye's pleas for order and flee the inn; luckily it seems to have collapsed in on itself, and the fire looks as if it is unlikely to spread.\n\nMelisandra sneaks along the line of houses and arrives at the Tower without being spotted; she can hear clanking within. Her eyes fall upon a pair of armored men, apparently soldiers, talking but not apparently coordinating with anyone.\n\n\"No one could possibly have known,\" one man says to the other. \"The only way this could have been targeted is by him.\"\n\n\"I thought he was supposed to be taken care of by now?\"\n\n\"It was. I don't know what happened.\"\n\nAs Valzoa aims through a castle turret at one of the skeletons, a local man leaps in front of her.\n\n\"What are you doing? Those are military skeletons!\""
},
{
"author": "kemmotar",
"message": "Belinda-Melisandra\n\nBelinda smiled at her discovery as she kept quite to hear what the two men were saying...\n internal thoughts \n Oh...I see...how interesting, the tower was targeted...by whom i wonder...could it have been Liden? Well...it would match the fact that he's hiding in a tanner's shop with the original owner comfortably out of the way...How can i make sure who that is though? Maybe if I find this man's identity and their stories match I can have some fun with Liden. \n\nWith all this in mind Melisandra examined the two guards she had spotted and knew instantly what to do. She looked at both of them gauging their strengths, their armor, their weapons and a plan began to form inside her. She would follow the weakest one, she would use her charm to seduce and take him somewhere where she could question him first. Of course the questioning would be barely friendly...she could also torture him for some fun and extra info...then she would take his armor and his guard credentials or whatever he had anyway before killing him. Maybe burn the body so it wouldn't be recognisable. Perfect she thought to herself as she smiled half with amusement half with wickedness.\n\nAccording to her plan then she would sit tight until the weakest guard's shift was up and she would follow him. Presently she would retreat somewhere where she could both hide and have a clear view of the guard she had chosen while she removed her armor to remain in her more...seducive outfit...\n\n \n Spoiler \n Melisandra changes into her seductive dancer outfit and covers herself with a long black cloak to cover her sparse clothing..oh and has night fallen yet?\n "
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": " Iosef \n\nOnce Iosef realizes the nature of the creatures, he relaxes, and works to reassemble the group. With the burning ruin visible behind him Iosef says, \"So I've thought about it, and camping out sounds nice.\n\n\"We've got our task: Protect the warforged. We should gather a little more information: About the crash, whose airship was it, were there any survivors and were there signs of distress? About the warforged, how many were killed, how many are left, and were any of the attacks witnessed? Belinda, where's Silver? I hope her condition means she survived an attack. Let's ask it (her?) what happened.\" \n\n((Are we able to locate Silver?))"
},
{
"author": "Threeshades",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nI think I've been skipped:\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Threeshades \n \"What in the....\" Cyrkin bursts out as her look falls upon the creatures. She turns back to her patient: \"Go and find some place safe. I'm sure the guards will assist you.\" \nCyrkin readies her bow once again and calls for Karom. She rushes toward her dinosaur and jumps back into the saddle swiftly to follow the creatures she saw.\n \n Spoiler \n Handle animal check (for calling the dinosaur): [roll0]\n Ride check (for quick mounting up): [roll1]\n \n \n \n "
},
{
"author": "Voth",
"message": " Valzoa \n \"Military Skeletons?\" Valzoa asks, \"They are the cursed undead! However I do see their use militarily, but be warned. Shall they attempt to do any harm, I shall bring the wraith of the Silver Flame upon their damned souls!\" "
},
{
"author": "kemmotar",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by Maurkov \n Belinda, where's Silver? \n \n\n actually i'm not there...i'm...somewhere😉 but i did tell you to meet me at midnight at the tanner's if you couldn't find me...oh and i apologise if it is the priviliedge of the DM to do this.\n "
},
{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": "As Skeye saw the building collapse on itself, saving the other buildings, she was able to mentally focus on the strange creatures entering the tower. As the Maker failed to answer her query, she decided to seek the answer for herself.\n\nFollowing Cyrkin she worried for her diminutive friend. \"Wait for assistance,\" she called as she raced after her while pulling her bow to the ready."
},
{
"author": "Threeshades",
"message": "Cyrkin gently pulls Karom's reins back to make the dinosaur stop and turn around just enough so she could look at Skeye approaching.\n \"Skeye! Thank Balinor! We need to stop those things, if they are intending to attack the tower.\" \nCyrkin clenched her fists around the rein at the thought of what she just said. She would have loved herself just to charge into that tower and shoot down everything coming near her, but she knew whe was better than that and right now there were the lives of innocents at stake.\nCyrkin waited for Skeye to catch up on her and then took up the pursue of the large clawed creatures again."
},
{
"author": "Voth",
"message": " Valzoa \n\nFocusing on the large creatures that seemed to be floating, Valzoa racked her brain trying to figure out if she knew anything about these beasts.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Knowledge: The Planes Check (1d20+7)[ 17 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "SomethingElse",
"message": "No one recognizes the type of these creatures specifically, but Valzoa and Iosef recall having heard stories of undead with long fingers during the Last War.\n\nMelisandra spots a young guard who is looking confused in the fire, and approaches him, seductively leading him off to do her thing...\n\nCyrkin rides toward the tower on her dinosaur and is immediately stopped by two guards, who look very underequipped."
},
{
"author": "kemmotar",
"message": "Belinda-Melisandra\n\n \n Spoiler \nOk...i'm not going to get into much detail fo forgive any lack of dialogue as i vaguely describe what happens...\n \n\n\nBelinda slowly leads the young guard she heard talking before to the side slowly. She approaches him and asks his name and whispers in his ears seductive words. She then asks him slowly if his house is anywhere near so they can be alone.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf not they can just go to an inn that doesn't ask many questions...\n \n\n\nOnce inisde the room she carefully removed all armor and clothing looking specifically for the guard's insignia. She then procceeded to play around and when she saw that he was completely under her sweet seductive grasp proposed to tie the young guard to the bed refusing to continue if he disagrees. Once he agrees she takes some silk rope from her HHH and ties him to the bed.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDiplomacy(if needed): (1d20+12)[ 27 ] \n \n\n\nOnce he was tied up she slowly reaches for her dagger from her pack that was lying near after she retrieved the rope but keeps it hidden. She then positioned herself so that she could easilly slit his throat and asked:\n\n So tell me one thing, i was heard that that airship that fell today was actually targetted at the military tower...they said someone must have been responsible but he was supposed to have been...taken care of...would you tell me please honey who that is??? \n\nIf he refused she continued asking nicely once or twice, depending on whether he looks ready to divulge the information. If he was not forthcoming she placed her dagger on his throat and said with a compeletly cold and unexpressive face:\n\n Do not shout if you value your life.You just had to do it the hard way, now speak.Be quiet and be brief, who might have targetted the tower and by whom would he have been taken care of. \n\nAnd readied an action to slit his throat if he tried to scream. As soon as he divulged the information Belinda said:\n\n Thank you honey \n\nAs she bent down to kiss him letting the hand holding the dagger rest beside his throat. As soon as the dagger was out of sight she plunged it in his throat so that he would not be able to make a sound while he died.\n\n \n Spoiler \n attack roll: (1d20+9)[ 29 ] \nweapon damage: (1d6+3)[ 8 ] \nsneak attack damage(in case it applies): (3d6)[ 10 ] \n \n\n\nOnce he was dead she proceeded to dress herself, recover the armor and insignia of the guard. She cut off the head of the young guard regretting the violence she had just done. It was not the first time, but the loss of life was always regrettable when done like this. At least with the name and the features of this man she could easilly infiltrate the guard. She wrapped up the head in something so it would not bleed out and made her way out from the exit where she would be less seen."
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": " Iosef \n\n((Since Iosef doesn't see Belinda, does he at least see Silver?))"
},
{
"author": "Threeshades",
"message": "Shuddering at the thought of talking to undead Cyrkin stops. She turns to the guards: \"What were these creatures? Do they belong to your forces?\" "
},
{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": " Skeye came to a halt behind Cyrkin as she spoke to the guards. With her lowered bow, she listened intently but allowed her eyes to wander toward the tower."
},
{
"author": "SomethingElse",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Threeshades \n Shuddering at the thought of talking to undead Cyrkin stops. She turns to the guards: \"What were these creatures? Do they belong to your forces?\" \n \n\n \"I... guess so,\" says the guard, who has suddenly become as pale as an undead himself. \"I've never seen that kind before though.\" He seems to stare off into space, frozen with fear... or maybe just shock.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMuarkov - Silver is wandering around aimlessly in the distance, tapping \"her\" own head.\n \n\n \n Spoiler \nkemmotar - just for the record, what you just did was an evil act. That's fine with me, but if you do things such as this on a regular basis (murder of innocents) your alignment may begin to shift.\n \n\n\nBelinda manages to get quite a bit of information out of the guard:\n\n \n The Lord of Blades is blamed for the airship attack. He has been troubling the village for some time. \n Others believe the Emerald Claw may be responsible instead. \n "
},
{
"author": "Threeshades",
"message": " \"Would it be possible to talk to someone of higher rank? Forgive my straight forward attitude, but well... I'm a bit... concerned.\" , Cyrkin tries to take a peak inside to get another look at the large undead creatures.\nThen she half-turns to Skeye: I fail to see what's going on. All that has happened since the crash must fit together in a picture, I'm sure, but I just don't see how...\" she says in a lowered voice and then turns back to the guard to indicate that she didn't lose interest in paying attention to him."
},
{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": " Perhaps Melisandra obtained more information that may be of help,\" responded Skeye in an equally hushed voice to Cyrkin. It was obvious the guard had more important things concerning him than ease dropping on their conversation.\n\n Worrying that things would just get more complicated before an obvious pattern developed, she continued,\n \"Things sure are so much easier out ranging the wilderness. Trying to make heads of tails in cities is mighty frustrating.\" "
},
{
"author": "kemmotar",
"message": "Belinda-Melisandra\n\nMelisandra was walking toward the tanner's shop and the crash site...she was rolling in her mind the information she had gathered and tried to make sense of the puzzle, trying to discern enemies from allies and all the while wondering about about the identity of Liden...\n\nInternal thoughts:\n Well..this Liden guy got us in a really fine mess...I'm trying to think that what with the Lord of Blades and the Karnathi military involved this will not take a turn for the worse...it usually does though...But what happened first? Did the Lord of Blades attack first or did the Karnathi start this? Who is taking revenge on whom and why did either of them start...It would certainly make sense and the story checks out with Liden's and that tower is in the middle of it...To infiltrate or not to infiltrate? She asked herself...what a fine mess this was indeed...were there more hidden enemies?\n\n This tower is probably poorly guarded outside and if there is a secret function to it, it's probably very well guarded and the lower level guards know nothing about it...I wonder what it's general function is...a fine task for tomorrow...But what do i tell the others? Well of course if they ask i can't reveal my informants*smirk*they'd give me to the authorities sooner than i can say dagger...hehehe...anyway, Lord of blades involved and the karnathis killing the warforged...At least it's probably not mystical death to the whole world for killing of the warforgegd...it's probably the Lord of Blades preparing some kind of attack..and that's never good..Ah well got a city to save but let's go meet Iosef first and have a nice nap \n\nShe smiled and walked on...When she reached the tanner's shop, if it wasn't near midnight she went to the crash site to look for the others.\n\n And now, to wait for the others...I'll probably give them the update with breakfast...Then i'll go visit that old man, crazy or not he seems fun and maybe he has some information on Liden, maybe i'll go around and ask about the previous owner...is Liden disguised anyway? Probably...it would raise a few suspicions...I'll ask around...OH and i have to get Iosed a beer...afterall when they left i secured some extra magic items for myself...I love saving the world...especially when heftily paid for doing it... "
},
{
"author": "Voth",
"message": " Valzoa \n \"Military Skeletons?!? How do you know this?\" Yelled Valzoa as she attempts to push the man out of the way to line up another clear shot.\n\n \n Spoiler \nStrength Test if needed (1d20)[ 11 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": " Iosef \n\nIosef goes to collect Silver while looking around disapprovingly for Belinda. \"Are you alright? Can you hear me?\" "
},
{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": " \"Well it looks like this guard is going to be of no more use. Why not ask him where his superiors may be?\" asked Skeye of Cyrkin."
}
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"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " \n War. War never changes. The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth.\nSpain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory.\nHitler shaped a battered Germany into an economic superpower.\nBut war never changes. Fallout videogame series \n Twenty years have passed since the end of the First War of the Dawn Era.\nDracin are once again gathering on the Ungebeich Plains.\nFrom Lieu to Fleulle Lacsitan fear the worst.\nYasirin struggle against the ever present ogre menace.\nAnd the Gysun?\nTo whom would they ally on the Second War that lurked the horizon?\nFor a war lurks the horizon of the four kingdoms.\nAnd war, war never changes. \n ___ Mournful and resting time was over; it was time to decide where to go now. Where to find a job was no problem at all, as these times were the perfect times for swords-for-hire. During the past few weeks one rumor was constantly heard in between a mug of good ale, the kisses of a (somewhat) fine woman and the best food for miles and miles in all directions. The orcish horde had set outposts throughout the land, and being beastly as they were they had no trouble in enlisting the Northern Beasts, as the northern-trolls that lived up the Spear Wall were called. The yasirin army could not entirely handle the situation; the soldiers were either fighting the now nearly constant orcish invasions on the coast, or guarding the western coast from the dracin. Hiring swords was now the fastest solution, not only adopted by the army, but also by most of the population. \n ___ In Lacsiter the things were no different. The majority of the soldiers were stationed at the Gran Fortress on the westernmost part of the kingdom, while the rest fought the raids that rained down from the Spear Wall, or sprung up from the deepest underground lairs on the Spear Wall, and like the yasirin kingdom, the lacsitan is constantly hiring swords to control the raids. The troubles in Drachenländer were of no amplitude when compared to the situation faced by the yasirin and the lacsitan. And Gyasi was still the blessed land it always were, it seemed to be protected by a mystic aura that kept disgrace far away from its lands. \n ___ It was the twentieth day of the eighth month. In Oirahin, the group of swords-for-hire formerly known as the Blackstone’s Finest is finally packing their gears at the Frozen Drool Drop Inn, and getting ready to hit the road again. They had spent the last few weeks living there, some silencing their sorrows with much alcohol, some with women, and some with both. A bright sun was shinning in the yasirin sky, not a common sight, especially at this time of the year, but a beautiful sight, and perhaps a good omen some would say. But not even the bright sun could make the temperature warmer, it was the end of the fall and the winter would have arrived by the next week, and when that time came, the name of the Inn would suddenly make more sense. \n ___ The horses were outside waiting, the stable boy had fed them and treated them with care for the days the group stayed at the Inn. Everything was paid; the luggage was on the common room, as were their owners the Blackstone’s Finest. In a corner Amadeo had the rest most of the group around him while he told some jokes, failing miserably, and that was the funny part that nearly always made them laugh. The group was waiting for Barbarosa and Dieter; the two had just now entered the room, having a friendly argument about religions. Finally they were all there, present on the living room, silence arose as some began to sit to discuss their future, while others still stood, participating on the discussion nevertheless. \n \n Spoiler \n[OOC: Use the spoiler tag to ask/give informations. Game on fellas ]\n \n\n Blackstone's Finest \n{table=head]Player | Character | Class\n RuneWalsh | Amadeo d'Aleccio | Scout \nBooNL | Dieter | Swashbuckler\nBrawnspear | Barbarosa | Shaman (D. Shaman mod.)\n Cocky | Braerne Jurkojc | Barbarian \nDarmuid | Bron Tueflight | Ranger/Fighter\nOniLever² | Willem \"Lemmy\" Devereaux | Rogue\nTheterran | Jarvis Koppa | Ranger\nKyroswolf | Gimil, the dwarf | Fighter[/table] \n ²: Currently MIA, being NPCed by the DM."
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"author": "OniLever",
"message": " Lemmy \n\nA tall man -- not particularly thin nor heavy -- sits next to Amadeo, humoring him with a chuckle or two. The usually talkative Lemmy just smiles weakly before letting his face droop a little, his eyes in a far away place. His hair, which is generally a large disheveled shock of red is even more in disarray. His green eyes look as if he had not slept much last night. And certainly, the barkeep can attest to his late evening: he had one last go with the bottle to commemorate the passing of Isami.\n\nHe waits patiently for the others to get ready to leave. His hands fiddle with each other as if they were anxious to get moving again."
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"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n \"...I'm just saying, Nuhan will make a move toward Ahir in the coming age. It will be subtle, but it will test our faith.\" . Dieter ends his discussion by slapping Barbarosa on the back.\n\nHe looks up at the assembled mercenaries, the last of Blackstone's Finest. He felt a chill crawl up his spine. These would be trying times.\n\nHe drops his backpack near the rest of the luggage and paces up and down the common room.\n\n \"Friends, brothers, allies.\" He looks around to see if he has everyone's attention. \"We have lost much in the past months, Blackstone's Finest is down to their last. Imasi is gone and we are without leadership for the first time in our careers.\" Dieter's voice sounds hoars, but his light Dracin accent makes his voice as pleasant to listen to as ever.\n\n \"The time for mourning is over. We have to decide where we are going from here. As of now, I consider us all free men, our contract with Imasi ended. If you want to leave, you're free to go.\" He looks around and silently hopes no one nods or stands up. \"However!\" His voice almost a cry now. \"Our lives are not bonded by contract. Our oaths to each other are not bonded by contract. Our respect to Imasi's spirit is not bonded by contract!\n\nI suggest we find us some ogre bastards to kill and do what we do best. Defend the lives of the empires and make a bunch of money doing so!\n\nWho's with me? \n\nAdrenaline rushing through his veins, Dieter takes a step backwards and waits for the others to speak up."
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"author": "RuneWalsh",
"message": " Amadeo \n\nAfter Dieter's speech, Amadeo puts on a straight face and puts his joking to a hold. He had been joking more than usual lately to hide the fact that he, himself was grieving. His good friend was gone. Imasi was a mentor and a strategical tutor to him, and now the lacsitan had to go on and learn to be a good mercenary the hard way.\n\nAmadeo stood up and, smiling again, he says to all: \"Dieter is right. We can't stay here and feel sorry for ourselves, and by Ahir I don't want to go back to felling critters by myself!\" , suddenly interrupts himself with a chuckle. He goes on saying \"Dieter and I are moving on, and I'm hoping the rest of you are too\" finishing with a friendly smile, though he looks downward, fearing a negative response of someone."
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"author": "Cocky",
"message": "Braerne skulks into the room from the one adjoining. Thick, crimson veins bulge bloodshot in both eyes. His beard is matted, still-moist and untied, sagging from his face like a mountainous shrub. His posture is hunched, the dense frame normally so straight now wilted and a lingering stench of cheap spirit permeates the path he walks.\n\nAmadeo's usual jibes drift over him, the words drowning in the sea of misery, the punchlines lost to the winds. He watches Dieter, usually somewhat of a scamp and a trusted battle-partner give his speech. The impassioned lines do their job. Where could he go anyway? The romany camp he was born in was not an option, and what would he do anywhere else? What could he do? He was a fighter, a killer if hairs were not to be split. Killing sounded good right now. Damned Good.\n\nA slow smile breaks the bleakness of his face, this was a pretty big low he thinks... recalling his earlier reasoning, time seems about right for another high. Standing straight and straining some of the damp from his beard he bellows: Here! I'm with you! "
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{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \n\nA smile crept across Jarvis's face, the first one since that ill fated day.\n\n It's about time we get moving, sitting around drowning our sorrows will not help anyone, continuing on will help us much more. \n\nJarvis raises his tankard to Dieter's speech, but says nothing.\nPerched upon the table beside Jarvis is his eagle Thor, much to the displeasure of the innkeeper. Not normally used to being in doors, Thor had hardly left Jarvis's side since that day, and he was greatful for it.\n\nAnother thought crept across Jarvis's mind...\n\n I wonder which way we'll go... "
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"author": "OniLever",
"message": " Lemmy \n\nLemmy, too, is moved by Dieter's speech; a nod of agreement is what crossed his face. He has no desire for revenge, nor does he have any sort of bloodlust in his veins. Rather, a feeling of family comes over him. Ever since he hastily left the univserity, Imasi treated him like a son, and his comrades were (and still are) his brothers. Unlike his real family, they appreciate him for what he can do, not what power he would have held.\n\n\" Count me in! My brain, my hands and my ladle are in your service! \""
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"author": "Brawnspear",
"message": " Barbarosa \nAfter entering with Dieter, Barbarosa stands off to the side , keeping an eye on the door, and surveys this once merry band of brothers. While broken hearted and downtrodden, he can tell that the will of his friends is not broken. This cheers his heart. Up until now, he had been afaid that these once proud men had given up. He was afraid that he'd be doomed to continue his wandering alone. Afraid he had failed again. Watching Dieter make the speech that he had expected him to make (that boy had more in him than he thought even Dieter himself realized), he reflected on how far this band had come. They had learned from Imasi, and what they had learned would keep them strong. Upon the big man's exhultation, he whispered under his breath, \" Atta boy Braerne. \" He had quite possibly feared for the younger berserker the most. After hearing the general approval of Plan: Lets Keep on Keeping on, he said with a mock roll of his eyes and a slight smile. \" Well, I guess I can't let you all get yourselves killed. Think of the guilt trip I 'd get from Imasi when I finally kicked it. You all can count on me! He would not fail again in his duties as a protector!\n\n \n Spoiler \n Edited to make not as copyish as the previous post. and then again to finish the spoiler tag\n "
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"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron Trueflight \n\nThe older ranger nodded along approvingly as it seemed everyone had finally let their grief run its course without suffering further losses through desertion and/or stupdity.\n\n \"Well, it's good we're all on the same page. I fer one dont know much else beyond what I've done for the last years, and I dont really have anyplace to go back home to. Since we wanna keep on with what we been doing...seems to me we need a commission. Since this was Imasi's homeland, and they seem to be in some state of turmoil what with their queen being dead...this seems like it'd be a good place to start. Plus, I think with our efforts to defend the queen and these lands, they'd probably be fairly accepting of hiring us on. Maybe Dieter could try to set up a meeting with whatever people are currently in power around here?\" "
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"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n\nRelieved that no one walked away and feeling the strenght of brotherhood among these men, Dieter steps forward.\n\n \"It is settled then, Blackstone's Finest remains, with most of their best members I might add.\" A smile flashes across Dieter's face, but quickly disappears. Now was not the time for jokes.\n\n \"The question remains where we are going from here. I agree with Bron that we should make a new name for ourselves in Yasirin.\n\nMost of the army is fighting the orcish invasion on the coast. But I hear the beasts have set up outposts throughout the land. I suggest we find one of these places and tear it down, that will get everyones attention! \n\nHe walks over to the bar and looks at the innkeeper. \"My good man, have you heard any rumours of these outposts around here? If not, do you know of anyone willing to offer coin in protection of their land? \n \n Spoiler \n\nDiplomacy check to discover if anyone is hiring.\n Diplomacy - (1d20+12)[ 31 ] \n "
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{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " The man was cleaning a few glasses behind the counter while waiting for the other workers, so he could start preparing the meal for the costumers that used to come around noon to have lunch and talk about anything and everything, especially if it involved other people’s lives. He didn't want to, but it was not a difficult task to overhear a conversation that took place on an empty common room, and the difficult rate would drop even more if the group talking was the one that rode with one of the town's prodigy son, Isami.\n\n\" Yes sir. They say that the ogre scum has set a few o' those outposts up on the Wall. Pestering the lives of our people and the people in Lacsiter. Well sir, you see, they say that the army can't handle all them ogre scum, and I'm not surprised by that, there are too many of 'em and too few of us. And because of that they are hiring such groups like yours, \" the man leans his body frontward and speaks now with a mere whisper, \" people say that our good Isami was already working for them. \". He regains the former posture, cleaning the glass and speaks with a normal tone of voice \" It shouldn't be hard for you to find a job. They've got an army representative here. He is stationed a couple streets south of here, it is the biggest house there, you can't miss it. \" ."
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"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n\nDieter's smile broadens on hearing the innkeepers news.\n\n \"Thank you my good man. He reaches into his pouch and flips a few pieces of silver on the counter. \"You really ought to buy a new rag, you're only making the glasses dirtier.\" Dieter winks at the innkeeper and turns to his comrades.\n\n \"There you have it, our new job. Let's load up our gear and meet this army representative. \n\nWith these words he picks up his backpack and waits for anyone to comment.\n\n \n Spoiler \n -5sp to the innkeeper\n "
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"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \n\nWithout a word, Jarvis puts down his tankard and stands quickly, grabbing his pack. He stands so quickly he startles Thor, who screeches in protest.\n\nJarvis moves to stand beside Dieter, and Thor hops along behind.\n\nLooking back, Jarvis notices that Thor left more than just feathers behind on the table. Jarvis turns and tosses a gold piece toward the innkeeper.\n\n \"Sorry about the mess\" \n \n Spoiler \n -1gp to innkeeper\n "
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"author": "Brawnspear",
"message": " Barbarosa \n\" Well before we all go haring off to the army I want to get a better idea of what's going on round here. Maybe see who is next in line for the throne, see if there's any other jobs poking their heads out, and how people are feeling about the the queens recent and sad downfall. I'll meet you back here in a few hours. \" Assuming no objections, Barbarosa shoulders his pack and strides out the door.\n \n Spoiler \n\nGather info check: 18 if you are allowing me to take 10 other than that\n (1d20+8)[ 21 ] \n(not asking for the best, taking ten if you'll allow it)\ntime: (1d4+1)[ 2 ] \n(unless you want to roll that)\n "
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"author": "RuneWalsh",
"message": " Amadeo \n \"Fine by me. Let's just please get back to moving. I could already feel my body starting to root itself in this town. The thought of settling down makes me shudder\" Amadeo says half-jokingly with a wonderfully delighted smile for his friends's positive reactions.\n\nHe takes is backpack and moves toward the door out. He stops and looks at the innkeeper, a few coins richer now, and shrugs for not giving him anything like Dieter and Jarvis. Afterwards, he is outside, waiting for the others."
},
{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n|OOC: Gather Info check replied to Brawnspear; game on|\n "
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"author": "Cocky",
"message": " Braerne \n\nBraerne rubs the broken digit on his hand thoughtfully, a faint smile still spread across his face. His pack is already slung across his back, a gypsy habit never lost.\n\n \"I shall leave the decisions to you fellows, but hurry, I itch to move and feel the wind once more!\" \n\nSo saying he strides a shambling gait after his departing comrades, he notices the bird's indiscretion on the table, and sniggering at the inkeepers misfortune breaks for the first time in too long into fresh air."
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"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron \n\nThe archer scratches at the scrabbly beard on his chin as the talk turns towards where to find a job. At mention of the nobility his face scrunches up a bit.\n\n \"Well, being honest I wouldnt mind just talking to the army rep and finding out where there might be some ogres in need of a good whooping fer now. Might not be the best idea to get ourselves embroiled in the machinations of the politicians. Our band is well known due to Imasi around these parts, and I'd hate fer some na'er-do-well to try and capitalize on that ta jumpstart a claim to the throne. I'm fer finding something to fill with arrows, let this place sort it out, and then come back and offer up our services to whoever ended up in charge. And we kin decide then if we likes where they're taking things or if we wanna move on someplace else.\" \n\nAs he talks, he gathers up his things. A swordbelt with a well-nicked scimitar gets strapped onto his hip, a dagger sits on the other hip in a small leather sheath. Over the chain shirt he wears, his grey/green cloak that blends well with shadows and trees alike gets buttoned across his shoulders. A bulging backpack is tossed over his shoulder and his other hand grabs the bowstave that is currently unstrung and acts as a makeshift walking stick.\n\nDropping a few coins on the bar by way of final thanks for the extended stay there Bron moves to his horse and ties his pack to his saddle, and slides his bowstave into the long leather case underneath one of his saddlebags. Mounting up, he waits to see if the general consensus is to go see the army representative, or to go talk to the nobles and follows along whichever path is taken."
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"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " And so, the group starts walking out of the Frozen Drool Drop Inn as the bright sun is not far from the start of his journey towards the west. Barbarosa decides to gather information, of future situations the group and the kingdom could be facing, and temporarily splits from the group in order to speak with the townsfolk. The horses and the carriages are finally all set to leave a few moments after Barbarosa's departure with his two horses.\n\nThe group moves slowly and calmly through the snowy streets of the greatest city in all eastern Yasir, while the townsfolk are already hustling on the way to their destinations, whichever that may be. Some of the townsfolk recognize the group as \"Isamis' band\"; the friendliest of them greeted the group as they passed by.\n\nA little more than one hour later, the group finally finds the army building. Having two storeys above the one in ground level it was indeed the biggest building around the street. The building was rather simple and beautiful, its front was built with black marble (the same material that named the fortress to the east; from where Isami's nickname and band's name came from) and the few details on each corner were made of a metallic material that seemed to shine like silver. It also had a small 'garden' covered in snow like the rest of the street, through which a small path lead to the door, where three guards were stationed.\n\nAfter the appropriate presentations the guards promised to take care of the horses and the carriages. One of them, the youngest, promptly swore he wouldn't let anything happen to the horses and the luggage, and that it was an honor to guard the horses of Isami's former band. While the young lad went to tie the horses the other two guards informed that you could go inside the building and that the captain was on the first floor, second door to the left.\n\nThe interior of the building was likewise simple and equally beautiful, with swords' and horses' paintings hanging on the wall. Quickly the group arrived at the room. The door was open but the man inside was too busy with the large amount of scrolls and paper sheets that were on his desk to notice the arrival of the seven men. He was tall, very tall. Even with him still sitting on his chair it was visible that the he was even taller than Braerne by at least eight or nine inches, and his body was proportional to his size. He wore a black robe with white details on his shoulder pads. The man had no hair; his facial traits indicated that he was around his mid forties, and his eyes were of an intense dark brownish color that was very close from being black. "
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"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n\nDieter clears his throat and drops his backpack on the floor.\n\n \"Excuse me sir.\" He makes a quick salute and continues. \"We're the Blackstone's Finest, Imasi's mercenary group. We've heard you have some trouble with a couple of rowdy orcs and ogres.\n\nI you want, we could help out.\" Cleaning some dirt from under his fingernails, he looks up and adds \"For a price ofcourse.\" "
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{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " The room was rather spacious. It had huge bookshelves on each side of the desk where the captain was working. Behind the desk there was a small window covered by a long black curtain, that flowed gently accordingly to the breeze that came inside through the window.\n\nThe captain raises his eyes, looking at the group that just arrived on his office, making his forehead wrinkle. He speaks with a deep and imposing voice while still only with his eyes raised \" Hum, so your group is going to continue carrying his name. Very noble of you. \" he takes a small pause and continues with a slight smirk on his serious face \" Very smart as well. Please, come in, all of you \" he makes a small gesture with his right hand as if inviting the group to come inside the office, \" \"Oh, and close the door please\" . \n He then stood up and proved to be as tall as he seemed. Still behind his desk he kept silent until the door was closed. \" Very well then \" his voice gains a serious tone as he speaks. \n\n\" I will go to directly to the point. The ogres' are once again gradually increasing the numbers of raids to our coasts. That also happened a few months ago, and now we know the reason why it happened. They tried, with some success I must admit, to divert our attention in order to get some of their groups inside our territory. Precisely on the Spear Wall. We believe their plan is to install outposts from where their troops could attack us from within. We already know of at least two of those outposts; one directly south from Oirahin and another to the west, near the Crystal Forest. The one near the Crystal Forest is by far the one that threatens us the most, for obvious reasons like the proximity of our capitol. \" he pauses for a second, and still with a serious tone of voice he continues. \n\n \" That threat must be eliminated quickly before it grows stronger than it already is. Due to the emergency of the situation we are willing to pay three thousand gold pieces to each of you if you can successfully eliminate the orcs on that outposts . The captain gazed the group with a serious look, as if waiting for an answer. "
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"author": "OniLever",
"message": " Lemmy \n\nLemmy helped load the carriage (a great deal because he has a lot of stuff to load), glad to get moving, glad to get another job, glad to have the chance to think again. During the trip there, he grew more and more interactive as if the burgeoning hope couldn't help but escape. He talked about things from combat tactics to beet soup and from old missions to future plans (like what if they settled down on day and bought themselves a fort). He made sure not to bore anyone with his meandering thoughts and to allow his discussion partner -- whoever it might have been at the time -- to say his piece.\n\nAt the meeting, he listens to the details intently, but stays to the back of the group. In his head, he has much to ask, but waits for someone more experienced from the group to take the job first."
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"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n\nListening intently to the captain's plan. A raid on an orc outpost would sound like a perfect way to get the group into action again. They had a lot to relearn, old tactics had to be reinvented, the dynamics in the group shifted. All these things could not be learned out of the battlefield.\n\nThinking the plan over in his thoughts he mutters in Dracin \"drieduizend goudstukken, daar kan ik wel wat mee.\" \n\nHe turns to the captain and addresses him. \"Sounds like a plan Captain. Do you have any tactical information about the outpost? Numbers, defense patterns, anything. Heck, do you know the location? \n \n Spoiler \n\n\nTranslation: \"3000 goldpieces, that'd come in handy\"\n "
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{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " The captain looks for something under the hundreds of parchment and paper sheets spread on the desk, until he gives up and opens a drawer on his desk. From the drawer he takes a map case, which he opens and hands Dieter the map that was found inside. \n \n Spoiler \n \n Map \n \n\n\n\" One of my scouts followed their tracks after they raided a village near the hills north of the Wall by the eastern border of the Crystal Forest. The tracks led to the Spear Wall' smaller peaks, where he found what seemed to be one of their underground outposts. Your best bet would probably be follow some especific tracks to reach the entrance, since the terrain in the forest is too hard to climb; some of you could climb, but probably not all of you. My scout couldn't find out their total numbers, but he saw at least ten of them, but you can surely expect some more. It appears that their leader is a champion of some sort, the orcs were seen using some well divised tactics against those who tried to defend the village \".\n\n He delivers the case to Dieter and walks to the chair behind his desk, where he sits, and from there looks at the group \" That is all I know about them. So, what do you think ? \"."
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"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \n ...Lovely...organized orcs...with a stronghold no less. 3000 gold is a nice chunk of money, and I imagine they don't hand this stuff out...I wonder if there's something about this he's not telling us...\n\n...I wonder if we're ready for this kind of...operation... \n\nJarvis shifts uncomfortably, but keeps his thoughts to himself."
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"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron Trueflight \n\nBron steps closer to the desk to peruse the map laid out by their contact.\n\n \"Aye, I think I'm familiar with that area of the Crystal Forest borders.\" \n\nLooking up from the map, the aging ranger extends a gloved hand towards the man,\n\n \"Bron Trueflight, scout of Blackstone's Finest. Your price seems more than fair. Unless anyone else objects, I think we have an arrangement.\" \n\nHe pauses to give the others time to voice their opinions.\n\n \"We appreciate your kind words regarding our fallen leader. I had a thought to further honor him with a slight modification of our moniker. Would you forsee any problem if we took up the name \"Imasi's Finest\", sir?\" "
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"author": "OniLever",
"message": " Lemmy \n\nLemmy nods eagerly in the back when Bron polls the group. His face starts to beam with the suggested name change. His smile remains even as he speaks of the business at hand.\n\n\" What sort of tactics did the orcs use against the village? Other than smash and burn, of course. \""
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"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " The captain extends his right hand as he stands up and shakes Bron's hand with a firm grip. \" Captain Iwazuki Enlai. Pleased to meet you sir Trueflight. I believe Imasi would indeed be honored with the fact that his name is being carried on by his brothers in arms. As would all those who loved him \".\n\n He then turns to Lemmy, still standing behind his desk, \" We had no military personel on the village at the time the raid was launched. However, by what the villagers that survived told us, we can assume that they were indeed making use of military tactics. They spoke of very fast, brutal and light armored orcs that carried axes and swords, some of those also had large shields and covered the archers lines and an orc we assume is their leader. He shouted during the entire duration of the raid, while carrying a shield big enough to cover his nearly seven feet tall body. And that is all we know \"."
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"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n \"Well, that sounds like a challenge then. Count me in.\" "
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \n\nJarvis nods his head in agreement with Dieter.\n\n \"It's time we began this hunt...\" "
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{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": "\" Very well then. I believe the place on the map won't be hard to find. My advice is that you to travel through the road to the west for a while, and then go towards the Spear Wall when you get to the eastern border of the Crystal Forest \" , the captain then walks to the other side of his desk, staying close to every member of the group, extending his right hand towards each one as he speaks the following \" All I can do now is wish you luck. May the Eternal guard you on your journey. Report to me, and only to me, when you return. Mission completed or not. \" , his voice gains a more serious and apprehensive tone, \" Understood gentlemen? \""
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \n\nJarvis nods an affirmative, although the sudden change in tone makes Jarvis a bit uneasy.\n\n I wonder what he's not telling us... "
},
{
"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n\nDieter gives the captain a firm handshake. \"Understood sir. The client is king, or well, captain in your case.\" \n\nHe looks the captain in the eyes and grins a wide smile. \"Are we to assume this is a covert operation?\" "
},
{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " The captain still in a serious, yet a bit less apprehensive, tone of voice answers Dieter, looking him in the eyes. \" As covert as it can be. Remember, report only to me \", he emphasizes the \"me\" tapping his right hand on his chest, revealing that he had some sort of armored mail beneath his vests. "
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"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n What a hotheaded, narcistic little fellow , Dieter thinks.\n\nKeeping eye contact, Dieter responds. \"Affirmative. In that light, we won't use any means of contacting you, bar personal meetings.\n\nWith this we take our leave and report back at the end of our mission.\" \n\nDieter releases his grip, picks up his backpack, slings it casually over his shoulder and waits for the others to finish."
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron Trueflight \n\nNodding along with Dieter's reasoning, the ranger re-shoulders his pack and heads back outside.\n\n \"Let's make a stop at the coster, supply up for (insert estimated length of the journey including return trip here) , and head out. No time like the present to get moving. And if there is some political trouble to come out of this job, I'd rather it start happening while we arent around to get caught up in it.\" \n\nAs everyone is mounting up and getting the wagon ready for travel, Bron muses aloud softly, not to anyone in particular,\n\n \"Should we have gotten some kind of deposit from him? I realise this is Imasi's homeland...but still, seems like the kind of thing mercenaries should do. Anyone know if Imasi ever did that sort of thing? What's to happen if we show back up here and he decides he doesnt want to pay us or something? \n\nNot for the first time that day, Bron's thoughts find their way back to their fallen leader and he wished he were here to guide them through these trying times."
},
{
"author": "RuneWalsh",
"message": "Amadeo leaves with part of the group and, hearing Bron's worries, says:\n\n \"Well, if he doesn't want to pay, I can bet he'll mysteriously be sleeping with the fishes by supper.\" Amadeo says, with a big grin, joking as always. \"I don't believe the captain was lying to us, and even if he IS lying to us, that probably happened to Imasi once or twice too, and we were always paid. Where there is a will, there is a way, I guess.\" he finishes.\n\nAfter getting his stuff ready for the journey, he starts waiting by walking in circles, an old habit of his, probably because it kept the lethargy brought by the cold at bay."
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \n\nWalking out with the group, Jarvis looks to the skies.\n\nSpeaking to no one specifically, but hoping the others will hear, Jarvis says:\n\n \"It's a good five days to our destination, and from the looks of it winter will be upon us before the end of this mission, best be prepared.\" \n\nBeing from Gyasi, Jarvis has never really adapted well to the cold, but he's not about to let anyone else know it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nJarvis packs a winter blanket for the trip as well as some cold weather clothes. Will there be grass for the horses to graze, or should we be getting feed as well?\n "
},
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"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by theterran \n Jarvis \n \n Spoiler \nJarvis packs a winter blanket for the trip as well as some cold weather clothes. Will there be grass for the horses to graze, or should we be getting feed as well?\n \n \n \n\n \n Spoiler \nThe grass that would be \"edible\" for the horses can't be found on enough ammount to fully feed them, so taking some feed would be a good idea.\n "
},
{
"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n\nLeaning casually against the side of his coach, Dieter lights his tabacco pipe and takes a puff.\n\n \"All that's left now is wait for Barbarosa to return. In the meantime, I'm going out to buy some feed for my horses.\n\nAnyone feel like joining?\" \n\nHe pushes himself off the coach and heads for the merchant's quarter. He will buy feed for two horses, enough to last seven days."
},
{
"author": "Brawnspear",
"message": " Barbarosa \nLeading his horses Barbarosa walks up to where the group stands by the coach. Catching Dieter on the way with a large smile and an arm around the shoulders. \" Hold on there little one, while I don't have much in the way of news, everyone should hear it. \" Approaching the group he lays out his news. \" Well, most of the news I have is not good. Still it was good to be back in the world for a spell. Other than the fact that Prince Kenji's coronation is going to be happening in a week or so. He isn't as martially impressive as the queen, but there have been worse rulers I'm sure. The city still seems to be in mourning over the death of Yoshiko, and a fair bit of them are mourning Imasi as well. There is some fear that Blackstone Hall won't be able to hold against the incoming invasion, the army's spread pretty thin, there are a lot of mercenary groups being hired. Some people spread stories of kidnappings and whole cities being burned to the ground all along the Spear Wall. As I said not very good news, and not especially useful. But, any new information is a chance to avoid a nasty surprise. Please tell me you found us a job that pays and some better news. \"\n \n Spoiler \nBarbarosa has endure elements for his adaptation. This means he doesn't really need any special clothing :D And come 9 more levels neither will any of you. He has 5 days worth of feed for each of his horses, so he may want to pick up some more depending.\n "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron Trueflight \n\nBron listens intently to the news, furrowing his brows a couple times during the telling.\n\n \"Not much o' good news there indeed. All the more reason we should indeed be on our way. We did find a job clearing an orcish outpost on the Shield Wall. We will likely be gone for a fortnight and winter will indeed show 'er hoary face while we're gone, so everyone should prepare accordingly. Let's bring the whole troop to the provisioner and then be on our way. That way it's less lugging back to the wagon, heh.\" \n\nThe twinkle in the older (by comparison) man's eyes is unmistakable with the prospect of being back out in the wilds on a job near to hand.\n\n[ooc] Added food and feed to my equipment and calculated my horse's load. Anyone know the movement rate for a medium loaded horse? [/ooc]"
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"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": "[OOC]I would say (not precisely based on the rules) that a light warhorse on medium load would have a speed of 50 ft instead of the normal 60 ft. If anyone has the real speed, feel free to tell.[/OOC]\n\n The first few hours of the afternoon go by as the group walks through the market buying their supplies. A shining sun is still quite visible, but a bit less brighter than it was during the morning, which is quite normal. While the sun follows his road to the west little by little, the cold increases at a faster rate. And the same goes for the wind that no longer is just a cool breeze, now being able to maintain ones hair in the air for a few seconds. \n Streets are nearly as crowded as they were during the morning, the cold and the wind doesn't seem to affect the people like it would affect, say, a common lacsitan from the warm southern beaches. And that is not only expected as it is normal for a people that have lived in the area for centuries, most likely for millennia. \n The city gates will remain open up until no more than three hours after the sunset; there was no sign of ogres in the area, yet the captain thought it was better to prevent a disaster with this simple act. Very similar orders were given in the cities and villages that were either close the eastern coast or the Spear Wall. "
},
{
"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n\nWhile waiting for everyone to return from the market, Dieter has made himself comfortable by sitting in an open doorway of his coach. Pipe in hand, he gently smiles, muling over the years he spent in Imasi's service.\n\n \"We'd best be going if we want to leave before nightfall.\" He says when the others arrive. He does a final check of his supplies and jumps on the box, ready to shake his horses into action."
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \n\nAgreeing with Dieter, Jarvis climbs onto his horse, ready to begin the journey."
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{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nWhen necessary I'll assume that the group is resting 7 hours (the amount needed, like explained on the setting thread) during the nights. The following spoiler tags contain mechanical information. I'll leave stuff like \"Should we make fire?\" to you.\n \n\n Departure \n \n Spoiler \nNo provisions consumed. It is assumed that you had dinner, but for \"bookeeping\" sake I'll begin counting the trail rations' use on Day one\n \n\n Before nightfall the group leaves the city through the northern gates, traveling for a few hours before setting a camp a few feet from the road, on its northern side. Not much can be seen on the road after the night falls, only that snow nearly covers the entire, somewhat, rocky land around the road, and part of the road itself.\n\nIf the day that passed by was cold, the night was freezing for those not used with the weather on Yasir. It seemed that cold winds blew nonstop during the entire night. \n Day 1 \n \n Spoiler \n \n 1 Trail Ration used; \n 0 Feed used (there was grass enough to feed the horses); \n Survival DC to provide yourself and another person with enough food is 20 (I know that the standard is 10, but I would like to see that 10 DC survive on cold places like that 😛 ). \n \n \n \n Aid can be used by a single hunting/foraging partner. \n \n \n \n\n After a few hours the sun rises on a cloudy sky, bringing light to the cold (and now) misty plateau. As expected, the sunlight makes the road and its surroundings more visible, and the group is now able to see that the areas along the road are vast and with only a few trees and some bushes. The day is calm, cold, but calm.\n\nIt is easy to notice during the first day of travel that the sun is not shining as it was on the previous day when you still were on Oirahin; it also completed his journey towards its western dwelling a bit quicker. \n Day 2 \n \n Spoiler \n \n 1 Trail Ration used; \n 0 Feed used there was grass enough to feed the horses); \n Survival DC to provide yourself and another person with enough food is 20. \n \n \n \n Aid can be used by a single hunting/foraging partner. \n \n \n \n\n For a few hours during the day, winds blow stronger. However, the sun seems to shine the same way it did on your last day on Oirahin. Not a living soul was seen on the road during the entire day, much like it happened on the previous. \n The night is calm and uneventful, but the cold winds keep blowing. \n Day 3 \n \n Spoiler \nPost away 😁 ; If you want me to jump foward to day 4 or 5 let me know.\n \n\n A bright sun rises on the east over a clear sky. It seems that today its bright matches the heat it brings to Yasir. "
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \n\nAwaking to the crisp, cold air sends a shiver through Jarvis' body.\n\n What I wouldn't give to be back in Gyasi right now... \n\nJarvis sighs...\n\nSurveying the campsite, he notices that the fire had gone out during the night...\n\n It's so cold even fire cannot stand it... \n\nJarvis sighs...again...\n\nThis time he notices the steam from his breath on the air. Amusing himself, he exhales heavily many times watching as his breath becomes visible before slowly dissipating. Becoming light headed, he stops before he makes himself pass out. Standing and stretching his cold extremities...Jarvis whistles.\n\nAbove a screech is heard as Thor circles...it's breakfast in it's beak.\n\n Not a bad idea...breakfast might make this morning a little cheerier \n\nWith that thought, Jarvis goes out in search of food that will hopefully last him the whole day.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSurvival rolls in the OOC for Day1,2, and today.\n "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron \n\nHappy to be on the road, the middle-aged ranger wished the weather were a bit warmer. Though he had been on the road long enough to acclimate to almost any climes he preferred warmer air. He stayed mostly quiet while travelling, often ranging ahead to scout the area for the best travelling areas and occasionally ranging behind the slower moving coach to check their backtrail.\n\nWhen the group is breaking down for the night and arranging camp, he grabs his bow and heads out into the wilds foraging.\n\n Survival Day 1 - (1d20+12)[ 18 ] \n Survival Day 2 - (1d20+12)[ 16 ] \n Survival Day 3 - (1d20+12)[ 24 ] \n\nOccasionally he will bring up a heartening story of one of the many times Imasi did something extraordinary to lead the band to victory over some foe or obstacle in attempts to keep morale light and strong."
},
{
"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n\nThe past few days Dieter has kept to himself. He wasn't used to the cold of Yasir and it made him grim and depressed. His usual cheery expression exchanged for a cold look of hardship.\n\nSleeping in his coach kept him out of the heavy winds, but it also distanced him from the group, he hadn't spoken to anyone the last two days."
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis (actually Thor) \n\nWhile Jarvis is out gathering food for the coming day, Thor circles around and lands on the roof of Dieter's coach. Thor then tears into his prey. An occassional drop of rat blood can be seen passing the window of the coach.\n\nThe constant tapping of Thor's claws and beak can also be heard throughout the camp, but most loudly within the coach itself.\n\n \n Spoiler \n@XaioTie/BooNL\nLet me know if I've overstepped any bounds here...I just thought this might be a fun way to get Dieter out of the coach 😁\n "
},
{
"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n\nAgravated at the constant tapping and scraping, Dieter sighs and gets up. He exits the coach and throws his shoe at Thor. \"Rotten bird!\" He yells as he wipes the rat blood from his coach.\n\nHe recoveres his shoe and sits down at the campfire, wrapping his winter blanket tight across his body.\n\n \"Hey,\" he says to the group in general.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nDamn you herr terran! 😛\n "
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Thor \n\nThor looks toward the source of the yelling as a shoe flies over his head. Unphased, Thor finishes his rat, defiantly gulping it down before flying off.\n\n \n Spoiler \nYou had to come out sooner or later. Never throw a shoe in battle, you have terrible aim with them 😉\n "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n\nWho throws his show? Honestly! That really hurt!\n "
},
{
"author": "BooNL",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n\nYeah, I didn't have enough feats to take Weapon Focus: Shoe...\n "
},
{
"author": "Brawnspear",
"message": " Barbarosa \nOutfitted in his armor atop his horse, Barbarosa smiles a little at the discomforts of his companions. He wears his explorer's outfit (TM) underneath his armor, the same kind of clothes he always wears regardless of the temperature. When not taking his turn at watch, each night he lays atop his bedroll uncovered with his chain shirt on and his morningstar close at hand, ready. I really must teach them how to endure in these conditions, he thinks to himself. Oh well, later. \" Cmon lads, it's not that cold, what all this fuss about? If you're really that cold someone can borrow my blanket, I don't need it. \"\n \n Spoiler \nIf somone is willing to join me i can take ten on my survival checks and have enough food to feed both of us. If not then hopefully i can feed my self with an 18. But if ya want me to roll I will anyway\nDay 1: (1d20+8)[ 20 ] \nDay 2: (1d20+8)[ 18 ] \nDay 3: (1d20+8)[ 17 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n\nDieter looks up at Barbarosa and shivers. \"I'll take you up on both offers, old friend. I'm cold and I've run out of rations, this weather is claiming more of my energy than usual.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n\nI'll start joining you on survival checks from day 3 on, seeing as I've run out of trail rations 🤨\n "
},
{
"author": "Brawnspear",
"message": " Barbarosa \nAs he slaps Dieter heartily on the back \" Never you worry Diet, we've been through worse than this. Barbarosa rummages around in his saddle bags and hands Dieter his cold weather gear."
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \n\nJarvis returns with food in hand, and smiles as he sees Barbarosa and Dieter heading out to find food.\n\n \"There's food if you know where to look!\n\nI've got enough food to share with someone if they're in need...\" \n\nJarvis holds up two small hares proudly as he speaks. He also managed to find a small amount of berries...\n\nThor circling above, lands beside Jarvis as he's cleaning the hares. Thor greedily snaps up any \"unwanted\" parts of the hares."
},
{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " \"Day 3\" cont. \n The sun was fading into the west, coloring the snow covered plains to the west as if an enormous battle had took place and spoiled all the land with blood, while the sky was beginning to be embraced by darkness. It was an awe-inspiring view for those that could see beauty in nature.\n\nThe Spear Wall to the south was nothing more than a massive gray shadow after the sun had set, the peaks turned silvery-gray with the moonlight, and it was easy to understand now why the ancients had named it that way. It indeed looked as a colossal wall made out of spears.\n\nAfter nightfall no more sounds could be heard on the road that were not made by the group; it's not that during the day a choir of beasts was heard, but not even the faintest howl could break the silence during that night. To the west the beauty of the Crystal Forest started to make itself noticed, and as the peaks on the Spear Wall, the snow that covered the forest glowed faintly under the moonlight. \n End of night 3 \n Day 4 \n \n Spoiler \n \n 1 Trail Ration used; \n 1 Feed used; \n Survival DC to provide yourself and another person with enough food is 20. \n \n \n \n Aid can be used by a single hunting/foraging partner. \n \n \n \n\n However, not all was beauty in the bounds of the Crystal Forest, not anymore. With the light provided by the sun, and with you approaching the western border of the forest, it is clear that the orcs had razed a good portion of the area, be it with axes, be it with fire as some charcoal filled parts indicated. They were getting closer now.\n\nA silence dome still surrounded the area, all that could be heard was the wind blowing, and the eventual chirp made by Thor.* \n \n Spoiler \n* Theterran, could you roll Handle Animal , please ? \n "
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nFreaking bird 😁\n Handle Animal - (1d20+7)[ 19 ] \n Survival Day 4 - (1d20+8)[ 22 ] - Let me know if someone wants to aid me on this and we can add to it 😏\n "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron \n\nThe ranger continued to range ahead to make sure the train of beasts wouldnt wander aimlessly into a trap, especially with the evidence of Orc activity becoming clearer.\n\n \"I'm going to be spending most of my time a bit ahead of us, would one of you mind ranging behind us every now and then to make sure nothing is taking an unhealthy interest in our passage?\" \n\nDuring his ranging, he kept an eye out for game, or edible fauna that might have survived the first few frosts.\n\n Survival Day 4 - (1d20+12)[ 13 ] \n\nEdit - Worst....Ranger....Ever...."
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{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \n\nAfter comforting Thor, Jarvis turns to his companions and says as quietly as he can.\n\n \"Everyone. Something has made Thor extremely uneasy, so be on your guard...we might not be alone...\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot - (1d20+6)[ 13 ] \n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \n "
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{
"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n \n Spoiler \n Considering the fact that I have no more trail rations I will assist you on foraging theterran. It seems you already made the roll though 🙂.\n\nI agreed with brawnspear IC that we'd forage together, but he hasn't posted yet.\n\n Listen - (1d20)[ 13 ] \n Spot - (1d20)[ 12 ] \n \n\n\nWhereas the first days of the journey Dieter sheltered himself from the party. This day was one of activity. Helping Jarvis forage for their dinner, Dieter felt that warm sense of brotherhood return.\n\nBlood quickening at the sight of the orc-scarred land, Dieter is back on his feet, plotting a strategy to take down the outpost.\n\n \"Bron, warn us if you see a good shelter to set up camp. I want our assault to be an ambush, we're far too outnumbered to take the fight head on.\n\nI suggest we leave our mounts and carriage at the base camp and use the cover of the Spear Wall to sneak as close to the outpost as possible.\" "
},
{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nListen and Spot check for Barbarosa\n Listen - (1d20+1)[ 6 ] \n Spot - (1d20+1)[ 16 ] \n\nListen and Spot check for Lemmy\n Listen - (1d20)[ 5 ] \n Spot - (1d20)[ 20 ] \n \n\n Day 4 cont. \n The Spear Wall still was one day of travel to the south, as was the place where orcs were supposed to have set a small outpost. Thus far, all that could be seen is the Crystal Forest to the west, and the massive mountain range to the south; other than the scorched woods, there was not even a single trace of orcish presence.\n\nSilence lingered in the hoary plateau throughout the rest of the day. The weather seemed to be getting colder by the hour as the winter approached. As the sun finished the journey through the sky a feeble rain began to fall, coming with the strong eastern wind. With winds and rain, even if just a drizzle, the weather was even colder, making those not used to extreme cold shiver, even if only just for a bit.\n\nTo the south the mountains grew bigger as the group traveled towards them. There were a few small mountains and mounts that seemed to serve as scouts for the larger mountains of the Spear Wall.\n\nThe track used to proceed south had only a few sparse trees on its western side, and a few small rocky formations, some were tall enough to cover a standing man, large enough to cover four men.\n\nRain fell from the sky until the late hours of the night. \n \n Spoiler \nTo begin Day 5, I need a Spot and Listen check from Bron (since he is scouting) and whoever stays in the rear as suggested by him Theterran already made Jarvis and Thor's.\n "
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nI'll just assume that I stayed in the rear with Thor...(he's got better spots than me anyway 😁)\n\n Jarvis \n Spot - (1d20+6)[ 10 ] \n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 24 ] \n Thor \n Spot - (1d20+16)[ 24 ] \n Listen - (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron \n Spot - (1d20+5)[ 21 ] \n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 7 ] \n Survival - (1d20+12)[ 30 ] (just in case, for picking good paths and avoiding pitfalls and other possible natural obstacles in the path, and for looking for any trails or tracks)"
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nWhere was that Survival Roll when you needed food?\n "
},
{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nIt was hiding from the cold, probably 😁\n \n\n Day 5 \n \n Spoiler \n \n 1 Trail Ration used; \n 1 Feed used; \n Survival DC to provide yourself and another person with enough food is 20. \n \n \n \n Aid can be used by a single hunting/foraging partner. \n \n \n \n\n\nWith daylight the rain stopped completely, however the eastern winds still blew with the same strength they had done in the past day. The massive Spear Wall was getting closer after every step taken by the group.\n\nThis day was as cold as the ones before, the only difference was that the Spear Wall was closer, and so was the area on appointed on the map by captain Enlai. The cold snow on the track was replaced by a larger portion of hard rocky soil as the group traveled south. During the entire day Bron led the way, and would stop occasionally to check the road.\n\nWhen the group was no more than 5 miles away from the first large rocky formation of the Spear Wall; it was a rocky hill with a few trees on the top. Thor, that had flew upwards moments before returns quickly to Jarvis.¹ The sun had set.\n\n credits to M00ler710 from deviantart.com \n\nThe hill had a height of about 80 feet, and it was covered by a layer of snow on most of its area, the exception being parts of the track and the area on the top. ²\n\n Area map \n \n Spoiler \n \n The walls are exception to the 5 feet square, they have an average of 30 feet each \n OOC: The group is not yet within the range of the map; the position of entrance will be determined by you. \n "
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \n\nLooking toward where Thor had come, Jarvis can barely make it out as well.\n\nWhispering to the others, he says:\n\n \"There's smoke rising from the top of that hill, we must be extremely careful now, or we might find ourselves seriously outnumbered.\" \n\nPulling his clothing tight around him as the cold night slowly progressed. Although slightly dishearten at the fact that they would be unable to start a fire of their own, Jarvis forced himself to concentrate on the task at hand and ignore the ever increasing cold.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Survival - (1d20+8)[ 23 ] If anyone wants to aid, feel free!\n\n(edit)Thank goodness for good Survival Rolls...I didn't bring any trail rations...just meat and bread 🤨\n "
},
{
"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n \n Spoiler \n\n\nJoining in your survival roll, yay for selfishness 😛\n \n\n\nDieter looks up at the smoke and shivers. The air was getting colder, hie pulls his second blanket tight around him. After this expedition, we're heading south, he thinks.\n\n \"Jarvis is right. I want a constant watch throughout the night. I'll take the first, Jarvis, will you take the second?\" \n\nHe looks over to Bron. \"How much further do you recon? Will we be able to reach the outpost tomorrow?\" "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron Trueflight \n\nAs his path brought him back towards the main group towards the end of the day, a look of concern was painted on the older ranger's features.\n\n \"Well, I got a little closer to the hill to see if there's been any recent activity, and it seems as if there has been. A group of no more than 9 or 10 orcs has been on the path no less than a week ago. What gives me pause is that the tracks dont lead along the winding path that heads up the breaks in the walls, but branches off towards the trees below the first rise and then again above the first rise.\" \n\nTaking a stick, he begins drawing in the dirt (a picture looking much like the one presented by XT).\n\nAt the base of the first level, he draws a line from the ramp westward towards the treeline, and then another at the top of the first rise again westward to the treeline.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n Dotted lines denote the extra traffic he is emphasizing \n \n\n \"This hill has a very clever switchback as its only approach. Traversing that path will leave us wide open to assault from above for a long time, and if there are orcs stationed in those woods, they could also harry us from behind while we are being pelted from below. Approaching in the daytime would make us too easy targets for anyone in the keep on the top of the hill, but nighttime favors the orcs. I'd rather take my chances with an orc's vision not being too accurate at nighttime than parading up that switchback in full daylight....but...I do think it might be a good idea to approach the hill from the northwest, using the trees to hopefully mask our approach to some degree, and take a look see at what might be going on in those trees.\" \n\nHe taps the trees at the northwest corner of his little drawing for emphasis.\n\n \"If anyone has a little critter they've befriended, or perhaps can magic up some kind of scout for us...well I'd rather risk that than one of us trying to get a peek. If not, then I say we all check out the woods this evening, and then...depending on how that goes we plan our assault for the next day.\" \n\nSquatting back on his haunches, he looks thoughtfully at his little dirt map as though some hidden secret lies just beneath the dirt layer waiting for him to perceive it. He drops the stick next to it, inviting anyone else to perhaps make a suggestion."
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": "Day 5 food finding attempts\n\n Survival - (1d20+12)[ 15 ] \n\nIm really glad I brought enough food for a while, cuz otherwise I'd be starving."
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{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nOOC: This may be the whole \"english is not my native language\" thing, but is there any other conotation to the magic word on this setence ?\n\n\n \"If anyone has a little critter they've befriended, or perhaps can magic up some kind of scout for us \n\nBecause, you know, there is all that No-to-low magic setting stuff 😛\n "
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nI'm not sure if this is the way he was using it, but 'magic' can also have the connotations of just having a trick up your sleave or being able to perform a task that no one else in the immediate party can do...it does not necessarily mean MAGIC in the literal D&D Terminology.\n\nGotta love the english language...it's so convoluted with slang and regional vernacular, it makes it one of, if not the most difficult languages in the world...\n "
},
{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by theterran \n \n Spoiler \nI'm not sure if this is the way he was using it, but 'magic' can also have the connotations of just having a trick up your sleave or being able to perform a task that no one else in the immediate party can do...it does not necessarily mean MAGIC in the literal D&D Terminology.\n\nGotta love the english language...it's so convoluted with slang and regional vernacular, it makes it one of, if not the most difficult languages in the world...\n \n \n \n\n \n Spoiler \nPortuguese is harder, trust me on that one 😛; I thought it could mean that, but it just sounded plain silly inside my head without another person to confirm 😁\n "
},
{
"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n \n Spoiler \n\n\nI concur with the whole brazilian-portugese thing. I can't get further than obrigado and donta es...\n \n\n\nDieter peers at the rough map Bron has sketched. \"North west would be the most feasible aproach. However, taking the stick and moving a trail across the orc's patrol path. I would first like to know more about these trails. From the way I see it, it indicated that there's orcs in the woods as well. We'd have to take them out silently first.\n\nIf we sneak in the woods tonight. Can you determine a rough number of orcs there? It might be possible to clean them out tonight. \n\nDieter's frown thickens and he scratches his unshaven face. His usual well-trimmed moustache now surrounded by a mass of unwanted hair.\n\n \"Maybe the outpost would send another patrol the find out why the others never returned. We could slowly empty their base, making an assault that much easier. That is, if they are that organized.\" "
},
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"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron \n \n Spoiler \n\n\nY'know, to be honest I had somewhat forgot about the low-magic part of the setting. But the term does have enough \"mundane\" possibly meanings that I think it should be OK as is.\n \n\n \"I think if we do it right, we might be able to take out any orcs in the woods tonight. My only worry is that the tracks lead off to the west on the ground level, and on the first level. We arent enough to split up and check both places.\" "
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{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \n \"When in doubt, take the path that leads to the higher ground...that way we have an advantage against any others that might come against us.\" "
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"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron \n\nScratching at the greying stubble on his chin, the ranger shifts his squat to get a different angle at the lines in the dirt.\n\n \"That's good logic...problem being the orcs've already used it. They're up on the top of that hill, and anyone coming up will have to take the winding path back and forth along the side to get to the top. While that's certainly bad enough, if they've stationed some forces in those trees we could be caught between a rock and a hard place. If we clear out the woods first, then we at least will only be fighting from one direction. And if we make our approach at night, they'll have a more difficult time haranging us while we make our way through the switchback\" "
},
{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " With the sun out of the firmament, darkness began to take her rightful place while the blazing sphere was absent. The dense clouds that covered the skies were impenetrable to the full force of moonlight, what gave them a somewhat obscure crimson coloration. It was going to be a moonless night, with only the dim reddish light able to pass through the clouds to keep the entire darkness away.\n\nThe strong eastern winds had finally ceased, but the cold they brought was only stronger now. It was unquestionably going to be colder during the following day; winter seemed to have begun spreading its reach through the northern lands, reclaiming its everlasting reign.\n\nNot all was bad news, the cold brought to Isami’s Finest¹ a friendly help, one of its own. Just after nightfall, a pony appeared on the northern horizon and moved towards the group with what seemed to be a curved man at first, but as the pony moved south it was clear that the curved man was in fact a dwarf, dressed in a long hoary cloak, with a long brown beard pending from his chin². \n \n Spoiler \n¹ If the group decided indeed to change its name like it was suggested by Bron (page 1 of the thread). If they didn’t, then it is still Blackstone’s Finest.\n² This description may change according to Kyroswolf.\n\nThis is the introduction of the new character, played by Kyroswolf. He is a dwarf warrior, expert in disarming and tripping his opponents, thus gaining some control of the battle. He was already a member of Blackstone’s Finest and a friend of yours, but he had to leave towards the dwarven kingdom to solve some sort of personal problems, or on a mission. Anyho, welcome Kyroswolf , if you please describe your character a bit (IC) and post away.\n "
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{
"author": "Kyroswolf",
"message": "Upon the horizon appears a dwarf atop a pony. He is hunched close to his ride, a great fury blanket pulled tight across his shoulders against the cold. As he approaches the group he sits up and stretches out a hand, waving a greeting. His usual boisterous laughter, contained, realizing the need for quiet in this setting. When he finally reaches you he greats each of you in turn. \" Good to see you again laddies. Blasted wind almost kept me from catching you. Turns out they don't want me back home, so your stuck with me. \n\nGimil Longbeard is average height and weight for a dwarf. His beard is kept immaculately clean and groomed whenever possible. His breastplate and shield are obviously in good order, though the shine has been buffed out of them. At his hip hangs an ominous looking flail."
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{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron Trueflight \n\nThe bowman had slid over to his horse to hide the subtle fitting of an arrow to string, but as the figure drew nearer he recognised the form huddled against the pony for warmth and raised a hand in greeting, still keeping the arrow clenched between the fingers of his hand holding his bow...he had not reached his age by being careless.\n\nOnce he had scanned the dimness for any sort of pursuit and not seen anything, he relaxed and moved his arrow back to a quiver.\n\n \"Well met Gimil, you could not have arrived at a better time.\" \n\nBron goes on to explain the situation regarding the job they have taken, and the current situation involving an attack on the orc hill.\n\n \"So we're planning on waiting until we have just starlight to move by, and then we're going into the woods to the west of the hill to check for an ambush. Your dwarven eyes and your flail would be a welcome addition to the effort.\" \n\nTethering the horses together for warmth against the cold and with their blinders on to not make a lot of noise, Bron prepares for the night's activities.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nBron slips his climber's kit on and pulls a couple of torches from his saddlebags and stashes them in his pack. He pulls one of his additional quivers from his saddlebag and ties it to hip, opposite his scimitar's scabbard.\n \n\n\nHe waits for the cover of darkness and the others to signal they are ready before heading out in the direction of the trees."
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{
"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n\nJust like Bron, Dieter lowers his bow when he sees the new arrival is one of their old friends.\n\n \"Gimil, welcome.\" He walks over to Gimil and shakes his hand. \"We're glad you could make it, Imasi's Finest can use an extra hand. Especially a skilled one such as yours.\" \n\nHe retreats to his coach, turns around and adds to the group in general \"Prepare yourselves well, let's make this one count. It'll be just like old times! A small chuckle can be heard as Dieter shuts the coach door.\n\nInside, he rummages through his pack, carefully selecting his needs, Dieter tries to keep his backpack as light as possible. A heavier pack would only hinder him in battle.\n\nHe takes his hidden symbol to Olidammara and kisses it. \"Please, grant us luck tonight., he whispers.\n\nWhen he is finished, he'll leave the coach and wait for the others.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nYay, combat! 😁\n\nRemoved from backpack:\n- bedroll\n- winter blanket, x2 (one extra from barbarossa)\n- hooded lantern\n\nAdded:\n- grappling hook\n- 20 arrows\n "
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"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " Day 5 cont. (Nighttime) \n Lemmy and Barbarosa seemed to be delighted with the dwarven presence as much as the others did. To Lemmy, Gimil provided another opportunity to learn from him once more the secrets of the dwarven ways in architecture. Whilst to Barbarosa the old dwarf represented the voice of many a years of experience.\n\nWith a smile on his face the group’s shamanic advisor approached Lemmy and tapped him in the back twice, “ We will take care of the horses and coach. I have a feeling that everything is going to be fine ”, to which Lemmy replied with a faint smile to Barbarosa and to the rest of the group; it wasn’t enough that he couldn’t do much progress on his researches during these last few days, and now he would be left out of the battle, “ Don’t worry, he will keep me busy enough with the stories of his people ”, Barbarosa laughs and taps Lemmy in the back once more “ Tales will be told when we are safe, we must keep an eye on the horses and fend any threats ”, he then walked towards Bron and shook the ranger’s hand with a smile on his face, “ The blazing power of the nature’s fire will aid you, even here in this frozen land my friend. Take good care of them my friend. ”.\n\n Other than the disappearance of the smoke atop of the hill, there was no sign of the orcs. "
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \n\nWhile he was never that close with the dwarf, Jarvis never turns away a friendly face, especially when on a mission.\n\nAcknowledging Gimil's prescence with a smile and a nod, Jarvis turns his attention back to the task at hand.\n\nWorry about the lack of smoke now coming from the hill, Jarvis send Thor out to scout for any enemy movements.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThor Spot - (1d20+16)[ 34 ] \nThor Listen - (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \n \n\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \nSorry to keep you guys waiting. \n "
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{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " Day 5 cont. (Nighttime) \n Thor gained altitude rather quickly as he flew towards the top of the hill, where he would remain for a while. Night had fallen for at least an hour now, when Thor finally returned to Jarvis, and when he did, Barbarosa and Lemmy were moving the horses and the coach to a small rocky formation no more than a mile to the east; the rock was large enough to conceal them from unwanted attention.\n\nIt was time to make the plans no longer be just plans. It was a mercenary second favorite time, the time to make the job; the first one, clearly, being getting paid. "
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"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \n\nAfter taking a moment to 'confer' with Thor, Jarvis turns toward the others.\n\n \"They're still up there...and taking potshots at Thor in their spare time it seems...\n\nI doubt they know we're here, or we'd already be swimming in orcs, I imagine they thought Thor would make a decent meal...\" \n\nJarvis cringes at the thought...\n\n \"Still, if we're to make our plans, let's make them quickly...even if they don't know we're here, if they think they hit Thor, we might be starring down a few orcs sooner rather than later...\" \n \n Spoiler \n@XaioTie - I guess it's a too dark for Thor's Low-Light Vision...☹️\n "
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"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by theterran \n \n Spoiler \n@XaioTie - I guess it's a too dark for Thor's Low-Light Vision...☹️\n \n \n \n\n \n Spoiler \nAyup, but that huge spot check took care of that problem. I'm really liking to DM this game 😁\n "
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by XiaoTie \n \n Spoiler \nAyup, but that huge spot check took care of that problem. I'm really liking to DM this game 😁\n \n \n \n\n \n Spoiler \nGlad you're enjoying it \n "
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"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron Trueflight \n\nHeartened by the appearance of their dwarven companion, Bron led the way out through the darkness towards the trees at the base of the hill. Using only the starlight to navigate by, he relied heavily on his previous scouting of the area and kept Gimil close to help looks for threats.\n\nThough not exactly trained for it, he tried his best to stay out of the direct moon/star light and to tread as lightly as possible to keep their element of surprise for as long as possible, relying on his cloak to make his form seem less obvious and his boots to muffle his steps. All the while, he had an arrow fitted to the string of his massive longbow, but not drawn taught just yet and he scanned the terrain for enemies or potentially hazardous footfalls.\n\n Survival - (1d20+12)[ 14 ] \n Hide - (1d20+7)[ 27 ] \nMove Silently: 26 (roll in ooc as I fudged the code originally)\n Spot - (1d20+5)[ 9 ] \n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 21 ] \n\n[ooc] Intention here is to lead the group towards the trees, approaching from directly above the trees on the map, as opposed to the direction the path would normally take. If we have to circle around a bit, we will do that to maintain our attempt at stealth [/ooc]"
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"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " Day 5 cont. (Nighttime) \n The forest is quiet, no sound can be heard, not even the rustle of the leaves is heard as there was no wind that night, nor the sound of the nocturnal animals. It was quiet enough that every step taken in the snowy ground would appear to be louder than it actually was. The trees on this area have a large amount of space in between them, granting the group a freedom of movement as if they were on a plain at the same time the few trees gave them some cover of the upper levels of the hill.\n\nDespite the lack of snowfall during this last week, the trees’ zenith had a thin layer of snow, and the same happened with the ground. Some of the trees had their robust roots above the snow inviting the more foolish and incautious to trip on them during a dark night such as this; some others had them buried deep inside the earth, draining the necessary amount of nutrients needed to the survival on this cold weather.\n\nThe faint scarlet no longer provided any kind of important illumination, only the faintest of the light beams were able to cross the frozen greenish ceiling above your head. \n Area map \n \n Spoiler \n \n "
},
{
"author": "Kyroswolf",
"message": "Gimil readies his flail as they set off from camp, ever wary to approaching danger.\n\n\" You fella's lead the way. I'm not much for being quiet, ya know. \""
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"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron Trueflight \n\nWalking quietly through the forest, the ranger slips in and out of the shadows almost at will. As you scan the surroundings, you occasionally lose sight of him until a quiet call from up ahead warns of a high root, or other such treacherous foothold.\n\nEventually he stops and kneels next to a large tree, pulls the cowl of his cloak down, and gazes ahead. But his head is tilted as if he were looking at something up higher than ground level.\n\n [Whisper]\"Well, we're near enough to the wall of the hill that I would think we would have come across anything lying in wait here by now. Gimil, do your dwarven eyes see anything that the rest of us might be missing? If not, I say we move along the wall and up to the next level and check the tree-line there. This approach will also keep us mostly out of sight from above.\"[/Whisper] \n\nNodding along with his own plan, he suddenly looks up as if something has caught his eye and snaps his fingers. Unshouldering his pack, he quietly begins rummaging through it and pulls out the scroll case with the map the group had been given. Moving to where a nice beam of moonlight is shining down, he removes a small vial from his bag, and then a small thin object from a little leather case.\n\n [Whisper]\"I've got a bit of an idea I think could work to our favor now that these woods are clear.[/Whisper] \n\nCircling the area where the group entered the woods, with the inkpen he blows on the paper to let the ink dry. When that is done, he turns the paper over and scribbles a short set of instructions on the back.\n\n\n Lower forest Clear. Bring horses and coach into trees at circle. Scouting second level trees. \n\nBlowing on the paper again to dry the ink, he replaces his equipment back into his backpack and reshoulders it. Rolling the paper up, he hands it to Jarvis,\n\n [Whisper]\"Can you have Thor bring that to Lemmy? It'll tell them to bring the cart and horses into the woods through the same area we used. Our tracks shouldnt be too hard to follow, and they dont need to go too far in. Just enough so that in the morning, we'll be close enough to the hill without being in plain sight. I've written that this area is clear and we're going to check the next level.\"[/Whisper] "
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{
"author": "Kyroswolf",
"message": "Gimil scans the forest as they walk, ever vigilant for danger. Though he stops and focuses a few time, it always turns out to be a squirrel or some other small rodent. He replies to Bron in a whisper, \" I haven't seen anything unusual or dangerous. If I do, I'll give a hiss. That sounds like a good idea about the horses. Never hurts to have your ride as close as possible. If nothing else you can put them between you and the archers. \""
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"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n\nKnowing that this situation isn't his specialty, Dieter keeps quiet and follows Bron's instructions.\n\nFearing an ambush, he keeps his light picks ready in his hands. His bow is swung over his shoulder, untied from his backpack, so he can use it immediately if necessary."
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"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \n\nSlightly irritated...Jarvis thinks...\n Thor isn't some carrier pigeon...still...this is neither the time nor place... \n\nNodding to Bron. Jarvis takes the paper and does his best to confer to Thor what he wants him to do while being as quiet as possible.\n\nJarvis releases Thor toward Lemmy and the wagon.\n\n I hope he stays low and out of sight of that hill... "
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{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron Trueflight \n\nHaving seen Thor off hopefully safe, Bron leads the party along the edge of the hill's wall to the first ramp. He is careful to remain close to the edge as they break through the cover of the trees, making to keep his eyes scanning the ledge above them.\n\n Move Silently - (1d20+7)[ 20 ] \n Hide - (1d20+7)[ 15 ] \n Survival - (1d20+12)[ 30 ] \n Spot - (1d20+5)[ 16 ] \n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 14 ] \n \n Spoiler \n\n\nIntention is to lead the group along the base of the hill to the ledge, and if nothing has been encountered, up to the next level and then again to the west towards the tree line for a similar exploration there. If nothing is seen, head back to ground level and retreat back to the trees and set up a scout post to watch the path leading to the hill for the next day and then plan the attack for the following evening.\n\nFeel free to make any rolls necessary to move things long.\n "
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"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " Day 5 cont. \n The silence within the forest remained throughout most of the night, the only kind of sound that could be heard after the late hours of the night was the air, slowly coming out of the Isami’s Finest’ lungs as you strode. There was no sign of orcish activity inside the forest, nor any other kind of activity for that matter. An hour after the group started their efforts inside the forest the wind started to be heard, and with that a bit more of light was shed, taking the forest out of the near complete darkness it was before.\n\nBron leads the way, and manages to keep himself, and through guidance the others, out of the way of any pair of eyes that could be watching down towards the base of the hill by moving along the wall. When the group leaves the wood barrier of woods you can see why the change of light happened; the dense clouds seen in the sky earlier were no longer there.\n\nAs Bron reaches the second level he stops to examine the ground, and then continues to lead the group into the woods.¹ Dieter and Jarvis keep an eye on their rear while Gimil helps Bron in the front with his mighty dwarven sight; soon the group reaches the forest on the first level of the hill. This place was not different if compared to the base level, one could argument that with the moonlight they could see further, thus making this level different from the previous. But the silence remained the same, with the wind blowing every now and then above the trees, carrying the clouds. \n First level of the Hill - Inside the woods- \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n This level of the hill had no signs of orcs as well, thus Bron begins to lead the group back to the base level inside the woods, where he hopped to find Lemmy, Barbarosa and the horses. But as he leaves the woods he makes a sign with his hand telling the group to stop. Not a moment after that, the group hears the unmistakable yell of an orc warrior. The orc is clearly two levels above your current position, on the third layer of the hill. He appears to be carrying a heavy club of some sort on one of his hands. After his yell he turns his head towards the area where the peak of the hill seemed to be. \n First level of the Hill - Outside the woods; Orc sighting \n \n Spoiler \n \n "
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"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron \n\nSwearing to himself at the sound, Bron immediately reacts to seeing the Orc in the only way he knows how to deal with Orcs...with an arrow.\n\n \"Seems our ruse is over, decide quickly if we run or fight. We're not in the best position at the moment. Either way, I'll cover us.\" \n\nTaking a 5' step closer to the edge of their walkway to get a clearer shot over the various layers of the hill the ranger smoothly draws an arrow from his quiver and lets it fly at the Orc visible at the top of the hill. Not waiting to see if his shot flies true or not he reaches again for another of his black feathered arrows over his shoulder. Fitting it to the string he pulls straight back until his thumb just brushes his ear, the muscles in his shoulder bulge as he fights the massive pull required draw this particular bow. Holding his breath his fingers open, releasing the arrow in a deadly arc towards the creature.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Initiative - (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \n Attack1 - (1d20+9)[ 20 ] \n Damage1 - (1d8+5)[ 11 ] \n Attack2 - (1d20+9)[ 26 ] \n Damage2 - (1d8+5)[ 9 ] \n\n(Well within short range, but feel free to apply any modifier for only moonlight to see by)\n "
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"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n\nDieter Squints his eyes to see the orc Bron has spotted, he sheathes his picks and grabs his bow from his back. \"I'm not running awway from this one.\" \n\nHe moves a bit forward and readies an arrow on his bow. Without wasting too much time aiming, Dieter takes the shot.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nTakes a 5' step forward.\n\n Attack Roll - (1d20+8)[ 22 ] \n Damage Roll - (1d8+2)[ 9 ] \n "
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"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " Day 5 cont. \n After the arrows flew, the orc has no chance of, well, he doesn’t have a chance at all. The arrows fired by Bron hit him square in the chest, tearing through his armor and skin all the same, making him kneel in pain not a split second before Dieter’s arrow hit him in the chest again, thus finally slaying the beast that falls with the face on the snow.\n\nAs soon as the orc fell, another five came up from the darkness on the top of the hill. While they ran through the opening between the walls of the third layer you were able to count six of them, using what seemed to be mauls or clubs, dressed in some kind of animal hide as they charged the track through the second layer towards the first.\n\nThe orcs screamed and growled during their charge; some thrusting their heavy clubs on the air, while a couple did the same with mauls. They were ready to kill. They loved to kill. \n Combat Map \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Notice \n \n Spoiler \nYou may post out of the initiative order, however, be aware that your action will only take place on your turn; make sure you use \"if\" or \"when\", when acting outside your initiative order. And please use the compass rose as reference to how you move, instead of forward, backward and the likes\n \n\n Orc's initiative rolls \n \n Spoiler \n[OOC] Since they will act before you (doing a full turn run to stand where they are on the map), these rolls are only to define which of them will act first\n\n Orc 1 \n (1d20+1)[ 13 ] \n Orc 2 \n (1d20+1)[ 12 ] \n Orc 3 \n (1d20+1)[ 12 ] \n Orc 4 \n (1d20+1)[ 17 ] \n Orc 5 \n (1d20+1)[ 2 ] \n Orc 6 .. \n (1d20+1)[ 10 ] \n \n\n PCs order \n{table=head]Character|Initiative|Order\nJarvis|22|1st\nBron|20|2nd\nGimil|10|3rd\nDieter|7|4th[/table]\n\n Orcs order \n{table=head]Character|Initiative|Order\nOrc 4|17|1st\nOrc 1|13|2nd\nOrc 2|12|3rd\nOrc 3|12|4th\nOrc 6|10|5th\nOrc 5|02|6th[/table]\n\n PCs turn! "
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"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron Trueflight \n Hit Points: 40/40\n Armor Class: 20, Touch: 17\n Initiative: 20\n\nNodding at his gruesome work finished by Dieter's arrow, he remembers the layout of the switchbacks and considers the timing,\n\n \"I would suggest at least a couple of you get out past the ramp down from this level to block their approach so we arent trapped up here. I'm not much good up close, but I'll make sure to keep my arrows to orcish flesh.\" \n\nHaving said that, Bron waits to see how his companions will advance before deciding where he will make his stand.\n\n[ooc] Free action to talk, then delaying [/ooc]"
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"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter\nHit Points: 34/34\n Armor Class: 18 Touch: 13\n Initiative: 7\n\nSlowly assessing the situation, Dieter listens to Bron's advice. \"Aye, I agree. I'll cover us. Are we making our stand here? Or are we going to close in as a team?\" \n\nWith these words, he waits for the others to make their move. After that he lightly tumbles down the ramp, guarding it from orc approach.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nFree action to speak. Moving east 60ft. (At least, I think that's the direction Bron meant. If not, I'll move as far as possbile in Bron's suggested direction.)\n\nDo I have a clear shot next turn from that location?\n "
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"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \nInitiative: 22\nHP: 37/37\nAC: 18 Touch: 13 FF: 15\n\n\n Well, if they already know we're here, this won't hurt. \n\nJarvis whistles loudly trying to call back Thor. Spotting a rather large orc with a large axe and metal armor, Jarvis notes him ((Dodge bonus to this guy)) before taking aim at one of the closer orcs.\n\n \"I don't feel comfortable being separated...I think we should all move as a group. If you still want to separate, I can take the lead, although I'm not suited for it.\" \n\nGlancing at the oncoming orcs, Jarvis moves 30ft east guarding the way to the lower level. He then fires two arrows at the closest of the oncoming orcs.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nIf I'm within 30ft of my target, add 1 to every roll.\nArrow 1- Attack - (1d20+6)[ 21 ] \nArrow 1- Damage - (1d8+2)[ 6 ] \nArrow 2- Attack - (1d20+6)[ 10 ] \nArrow 2- Damage - (1d8+2)[ 6 ] \n \n\n Where is that confounded bird... "
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"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " Day 5 cont. \n \n Spoiler \nOOC: Yeah BooNL, you would have a clear shot on the following turn\n \n\n Jarvis’ arrows flies through the air whistling, but only one of them hits the first orc, directly on his shoulder, penetrating the orcish armor and his own hide; but the orc pays no attention to it, he only growls loudly and prepares to continue his charge with the arrow stuck on his left shoulder, which drips a large quantity of blood, drenching the gray hide armor that covered the orc’s body in red scarlet blood.\n\nMoments after the arrow struck the orc, Thor could be seen on the sky, flying over the woods to the west towards Jarvis. \n Combat on the Hills \n PCs order \n{table=head]Character|Initiative|Order|Acted on this turn?\nJarvis|22|1st|Yes\nBron|20|2nd|Yes\nGimil|10|3rd| No \nDieter|7|4th|Yes[/table]\n\n Orcs order \n{table=head]Character|Initiative|Order\nOrc 4|17|1st\nOrc 1|13|2nd\nOrc 2|12|3rd\nOrc 3|12|4th\nOrc 6|10|5th\nOrc 5|02|6th[/table]\n\n \n Spoiler \nWe only need Kyros' post to proceed with this round.\n\n \n "
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"author": "Kyroswolf",
"message": " Gimil\nHP 39/39 AC 19 \n\n\nDrawing his flail, Gimil runs forward to a position near Dieter, forming a line with only 5ft between them. \" Remember, lad, I'm a bit slow so don't move too far forward. We need to hold this line so the orcs can't get past us. Don't let them get to Jarvis and Bron. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTalking free. Taking a Run Full round action to move to a space in line with Dieter, and 5 ft to his SW.\n "
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"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron Trueflight \n Hit Points: 40/40\n Armor Class: 20, Touch: 17\n Initiative: 20\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n[ooc] Perfect guys, that's exactly what I was looking for, couple people in front of the ramp to the east, couple of us taking pot shots with bows. And we have the ramp down clear in case we need to run our asses off tactically retreat. [/ooc]\n \n\n\n[ooc] I didnt actually act yet, and after Dieter/Gimil's actions I will take my action [/ooc]\n\nNodding appreciatively at his companions' intepretations of his intentions Bron eyes the oncoming orcs. Noting the one with the arrow already protruding from it, he chooses a different target and lets loose with two arrows at the creature before taking a step closer to the ramp.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack1 - (1d20+7)[ 16 ] \n Damage1 - (1d8+5)[ 6 ] \n Attack2 - (1d20+7)[ 17 ] \n Damage2 - (1d8+5)[ 12 ] \n\n5' step East\n "
},
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"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " Day 5 cont. \n It would seem that Bron’s first arrow was nothing more than him adjusting his aim, as it only passed a few inches from the running orc ear, who turned the head for a moment to see where the arrow had gone only to be hit square in the right eye. The impact on him was such that his legs and torso moved frontward while his head remained still, which made him stay fully above ground for a split second before dropping on the rocky soil.\n\nA group of clouds crossed the sky as the band of orcs continued their charge downhill, growling all the way through. With their approach it is possible to see that five of the orcs wore grey hide armors. Three of them carried large, and apparently well crafted, wooden clubs with spikes on the top; while two of the remaining three had on their hands some tremendously large metallic mauls. The other one neither dressed like his peers, nor bore the same kind of weapons. He was more sturdy and well-built, wore a metallic mail of with several tiny steel scales.\n\nTheir dreadful growl grew louder. Foot after foot, their desire was to fight the assailants, to drive them away, to kill them; to kill you. \n Combat on the Hills \n PCs order \n{table=head]Character|Initiative|Order|Acted on this turn?\nJarvis|22|1st| No \nGimil|10|2nd| No \nDieter|7|3rd| No \nBron|Delay|4th| No [/table]\n\n Orcs order \n{table=head]Character|Initiative|Order|Status\nOrc 4|17|1st|OK\nOrc 1|13|2nd|Injuried\nOrc 2|12|3rd|Down\nOrc 3|12|4th|OK\nOrc 6|10|5th|OK\nOrc 5|02|6th|OK[/table]\n \n Spoiler \nThe orcs moved up to where they are now\n \n\n PC's turn \n Combat Map \n \n Spoiler \n \n "
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \nInitiative: 22\nHP: 37/37\nAC: 18 Touch: 13 FF: 15\n\nSeeing Thor come flying back.\n\nJarvis does his best to convey instructions to Thor while continuing to attack the orcs.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI want Thor to fly up and do a spot check to see if more are coming after these guys...\n\n Spot - (1d20+16)[ 32 ] \n\nI meanwhile, will fire at the one I already wounded, and if he goes down w/ the first arrow, the second will go toward the \"Super\" orc behind him...if that's possible.\n\n(edit)(Add +1 to both Attack and Damage if targets are w/in 30ft..(/edit)\n Attack 1 - (1d20+6)[ 21 ] \n Damage 1 - (1d8+4)[ 11 ] \n Attack 2 - (1d20+6)[ 17 ] \n Damage 2 - (1d8+4)[ 7 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " Day 5 cont. \n Being more than accustomed with Jarvis’ usual way of handling a combat, Thor understands his signs and gains altitude while flying towards the peek once again, disappearing between the clouds from the viewers bellow him.\n\nThe first arrow shot by Jarvis strikes the orc on his chest, cutting through armor, flesh and bone until it reached the cold air through the orc’s back, who fell on the ground after a shriek of pain. The second shot didn’t seem to be as successful as the first; when the arrow struck the armored orc he didn’t seem to feel any pain at all, and with an enraged guttural yell he removed the arrow from his chest and continued with the charge. \n Combat on the Hills \n PCs order \n{table=head]Character|Initiative|Order|Acted on this turn?\nJarvis|22|1st|Yes\nGimil|10|2nd| No \nDieter|7|3rd| No \nBron|Delay|4th| No [/table]\n\n Orcs order \n{table=head]Character|Initiative|Order|Status\nOrc 4|17|1st|OK\nOrc 1|13|2nd|Down\nOrc 2|12|3rd|Down\nOrc 3|12|4th|OK\nOrc 6|10|5th|Injuried\nOrc 5|02|6th|OK[/table]\n\n Combat Map \n \n Spoiler \n \n "
},
{
"author": "Kyroswolf",
"message": "Gimil\nHP 39/39 AC 21\n\nGimil brings his shield in front of his body, while readying his flail behind him. He crouches low, daring the orcs to come at him. \" Come to me, ya ugly dogs! I'll show you might of a dwarf! \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nReadied Action to attack the first orc that steps into his threatened area.\nCombat Expertise, -2 to hit +2 to AC\n Attack - (1d20+7)[ 16 ] (Racial +1 to hit vs orcs included)\n Damage - (1d8+4)[ 6 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron Trueflight \n Hit Points: 40/40\n Armor Class: 20, Touch: 17\n Initiative: 20\n\nSeeing the lack of success Jarvis's arrows had on the seeming leader of the orcs, Bron decides to continue to pick off the less well armed Orcs. Remembering that the stronger of the creatures usually preferred the larger, two-handed weapons, Bron hopes these Orcs might be less likely to dodge aside from his arrows.\n\nTaking another 5' step to the east (H9), he continues his assault.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nFirst attack on one of the orcs with a 2-handed maul.\n\n Attack1 - (1d20+7)[ 12 ] \n Damage1 - (1d8+3)[ 9 ] \n\nSecond attack on first target if still up, or another maul wielder if first orc dropped.\n\n Attack2 - (1d20+7)[ 23 ] \n Damage2 - (1d8+3)[ 8 ] \n \n\n\nCalling out encouragment to his friends, he also wanted to make sure they recognised the well armored orc and remembered their employer's words about the orcs' impressive tactics.\n\n \"Gimil, Dieter....don't let them surround you, and watch for the one in the scale armor. Jarvis, we should keep an eye on the ledges above us, this seems almost too easy. I would hate to be caught unawares by some boulder throwing brutes from above while these before us keep our attention.\" \n\nHe had not seen Thor circling ahead and did not know his friend already had taken such measures, but he took his own advice and scanned the next couple ledges for movement, hoping the clouds would stay at bay....else the orcs would have them at a severe disadvantage,\n\n Spot - (1d20+5)[ 9 ] "
},
{
"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n\nBolstered by the taunts his fellow mercenary is hurling at the orcs, Dieter throws down his bow and grabs his picks from his belt.\n\n \"If you're too afraid to attack the dwarf, I understand. Come here and I'll show you the meaning of pain!\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n\nLike Gimil, Dieter readies an attack against the first that charges him.\n\n Attack 1 - (1d20+7)[ 22 ] \n Damage 1 - (1d4+5)[ 6 ] \n Attack 2 - (1d20+7)[ 19 ] \n Damage 1 - (1d4+4)[ 8 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " Day 5 cont. \n The clouds that were only passing by the sky became motionless when the wind stopped blowing. An orc can repelled the first arrow that came from Bron’s bow with a quick movement of his maul, thus making vulnerable to Bron’s second attack, which hits the orc on his left ribcage area; the orc’s knee trembles, but he is able to shrug it off and charges towards Dieter with his maul raised in the air. To no avail; Dieter simply thrusts his pick onto the orc’s head, which kneels, and finally falls on the ground by Dieter’s feet.\n\nAfter that one of the three remaining orcs seem to hesitate for an instant, and on that instant the sturdy orc growled in a way that even the toughest soldier on any of the four armies of men would have felt a chill on his spine. In a fraction of seconds the orc became even taller than the massive 6’4 feet he already had, and then he charged towards the closest that had struck down one of his own, Dieter.\n\nThe hulking orc swings his massive axe with an abnormal amount of strength, even according to the orc’s standards; too much strength. Dieter was able to defend himself from the attack simply by making a motion that resembled a pendulum with his upper body. And he was quick enough in doing so to notice a second orc that charged towards him, trying to go for his back. Dieter tried to attack; he missed the orc’s neck by a few inches, hitting him the collar bone instead causing a large amount of bleeding on the, now, fallen orc. With, yet, another orc being brought down by the man using picks, the other orc charged towards him with a burning hate in his eyes visible even during the night, swinging his heavy maul with a deadly precision he hits Dieter’s ribcage with a breathtaking strike. \n \n Spoiler \nRolls on the OOC thread, 10 damage to Dieter. Oh, and yeah, pun intended. \n \n\n Combat on the Hills \n PCs order \n{table=head]Character|Initiative|Order|Acted on this turn?\nJarvis|22|1st| No \nGimil|10|2nd| No \nDieter|7|3rd| No \nBron|Delay|4th| No [/table]\n\n Orcs order \n{table=head]Character|Initiative|Order|Status\nOrc 4|17|1st|Down\nOrc 1|13|2nd|Dead\nOrc 2|12|3rd|Down\nOrc 3|12|4th|Down\nOrc 6|10|5th|Injuried\nOrc 5|02|6th|OK[/table]\n\n\n PC's turn \n Combat Map \n \n Spoiler \n \n "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron Trueflight \n Hit Points: 40/40\n Armor Class: 20, Touch: 17\n Initiative: 20\n\nEnthused at the tide of the battle so far, Bron's sense of foreboding keeps telling him the other shoe is just about to drop. But without any evidence to support this idea, he continues to add his arrows to the melee.\n\n\n[ooc] If there are no orcs left after Jarvis' action, I will move to F15 and scan the upper ledges for movement and listen for sounds from above and ready the action to shoot anything that moves up there (besides Thor) [/ooc]\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Readied Attack - (1d20+9)[ 10 ] \n Damage - (1d8+3)[ 9 ] (+2 additional damage if target is an Orc]\n \n\n\n[ooc] If Jarvis does not kill all orcs on his turn I will attack the less armored orc first, and then the more armored, leader-type orc. [/ooc]\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack1 - (1d20+7)[ 16 ] \n Damage1 - (1d8+5)[ 11 ] \n\nIf there are no orcs left after my first attack I will move to F15 after firing.\n\nIf either of the two orcs are still up after my first shot, I will shoot again. Order of targets being less armorerd orc then leader-type.\n\n Attack2 - (1d20+7)[ 20 ] \n Damage2 - (1d8+5)[ 6 ] \n\nIf I end up taking 2 attacks, then I will take a 5' step east to H10 after firing both attacks.\n "
},
{
"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter\nHit Points: 24/34\n Armor Class: 18 Touch: 13\n Initiative: 7\n\n Dieter grits his teeth as the heavy maul hits him in his ribcage, forcing the air out of his lungs. He takes a deep breath and feels a stinging pain in his chest, a broken rib, most likely.\n\n \"Hah, is that how you fight? Pathetic, watch this.\" Taunting the orcs, he turns the attention of his picks to the large brute.\n\nHe shifts his stance backwards, lightly sagging through his knees in a relaxed pose. He makes a twirl and brings his picks down on the orc. First his right pick in an overhead swing, then a twirl and his left pick in an underhand arch to the orc's reproductive organ.\n\nAfter the attack he shifts back to his defensive stance. \n \n Spoiler \n\n\nMaking a full round attack, in a defensive position. Giving me -4 to hit, but +2 dodge AC. I also declare my dodge (!) on the larger orc, giving me another +1 doge AC against him. So that's AC 20 against the regular orc, and 21 against the big one.\n\n Attack 1 - (1d20+3)[ 16 ] \n Damage 1 - (1d4+5)[ 6 ] \n Attack 2 - (1d20+3)[ 4 ] \n Damage 2 - (1d4+4)[ 7 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \nInitiative: 22\nHP: 37/37\nAC: 18 Touch: 13 FF: 15 (AC: 19 vs big orc)\n\n Assuming Thor hasn't seen any more Orcs coming... \n\nSeeing that the orcs were now too close to his allies, Jarvis abandons his ranged attack and moves into a flanking position with Dieter on the big orc.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove action to put away my longbow. Then move into flanking position drawing my greatsword as I move.\n\nI have my dodge on the big orc, and if I happen to move through any threatened squares while getting into flanking position, I have mobility as well 😁\n \n "
},
{
"author": "Kyroswolf",
"message": "\" Ye daft buffons, come take on a meatier prize! Dieter, don't let that large one hit you! \" Gimil steps into the battle, flanking the smaller orc, and lets swing with his flail.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nGimil is moving to N15 then M16 to flank the smaller orc with Dieter.\n Attack - (1d20+11)[ 20 ] (Racial and flanking bonuses included)\n Damage - (1d8+4)[ 8 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \nInitiative: 22\nHP: 37/37\nAC: 18 Touch: 13 FF: 15 (AC: 19 vs big orc) (-2 to everything because of charging for one round)\n\nSeeing that ranged combat at this point is futile, Jarvis drops his Longbow to the ground, quickly glancing toward Bron and yelling, half-jokingly.\n\n \"Bron, don't let anyone steal my bow.\" \n\nJarvis then charges toward the big hulking orc drawing his Greatsword while charging.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThe rolls:\n Attack - (1d20+9)[ 13 ] (+2 Str, +4 BAB, +1 MW sword, +2 Charge)\n Damage - (2d6+5)[ 11 ] (+3 Str, +2 Favored Enemy)\n \n\n\n(edit)\n \n Spoiler \nWhat a waste of a charge...\n "
},
{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " Day 5 cont. \n The orc tries to avoid Jarvis’ blow by placing his maul in front of him, but the maul is broken in two pieces by the strength of the blow, that hits the orc’s chest slicing the armor worn by him and causing a great injury that spills orcish blood over part of Jarvis’ armor.\n\nAfter seeing the orc falling by the hands of Jarvis, Gimil realizes that it is his last chance to cause any harm to those dreadful warriors and moves behind the one with the metallic armor. The dwarf crushes the orc’s back with a mighty strike of his flail, making him fall, unconscious, over Darmuid. It was over; or so it seemed.\n\nMost of the orcs were still breathing heavily, trying to grab their fallen weapons while still in the ground with deep wounds, in order to continue with the battle. They were that determined to kill, to be victorious over the mercenaries. Only the one that had his head pierced by Dieter’s weapon seemed to be truly dead.\n\nThere was no sign of Thor on the sky. \n End of combat \n Area map \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC 1: Dieter's and Bron's action didn’t happen.\n\nOOC 2: To avoid a longer wait I made Gimil attack the Barbarian. I know his previous plans were changed when theterran (allowed by me) made changes to his actions. I don't know what are the Charge rules on squares occupied by 'dead' enemies, I believe it is the same as if they were alive, but (again to avoid a longer wait), I decided to ignore this rule just this time , since the outcome of the battle wouldn't have been different. And theterran, purty please try to use the map for references on how you are going to attack, I didn't knew if you were going for the armored one or the other 😛. And the same goes for everyone not using the map \n "
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nSorry 😳\n \n\n Jarvis \n\nSeeing that the orcs were dead, or dying, Jarvis walks back and searches for his longbow.\n\nWorrying that he hasn't seen or heard anything from Thor, Jarvis scans the skies as best he can...scared to whistle for fear of alerting more orcs of their position.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Search - (1d20+1)[ 11 ] (Just in case I need it to find my bow)\n Spot - (1d20+6)[ 17 ] (Looking for Thor)\n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 23 ] (Listening for Thor)\n "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron \n\nWith all of the orcs immediately threatening them down, Bron moves to the top of the ramp and scans above for movement/sound.\n\n Spot - (1d20+5)[ 25 ] \n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \n\nIn hushed tones, he speaks to those around him, concern obvious from the sound of it,\n\n \"That was a lot of shouting and yelling. I certainly dont think those 7 orcs were the entire force here, but it's probably a majority. I'm of the mind that we should continue up the switchback to the top of the hill. At least we can gauge how deeply they are entrenched up there and if they are still getting assembled, we could continue to pressure them\" \n\nAs he continued to talk, he seemed to gain confidence as he realised how easily this skirmish went."
},
{
"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n\nDieter lightly touches his rib, trying to feel if there are any broken bones. From the feel of it, they were just heavy bruises.\n\nWith a grim look on his face, he silently finishes the rest of the orcs off, putting them to rest. When he´s picked up his bow and walked over to the rest of the party he's seemed to have cheered up.\n\nHe slaps Jarvis on the back. \"Hah, that was a good fight, just what we needed to get the blood flowing!\" He tries to keep his voice down, but he cannot contain his excitement."
},
{
"author": "Kyroswolf",
"message": "\" War is a dirty business. Almost wish I didn't enjoy it so much. \" Gimil moves to the bottom of the next ramp, staying against the wall as he moves. \" See anything there, laddy? \""
},
{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " Day 5 cont. \n Darkness began to cover the area with more intensity at each and every minute that passed. Winds no longer blew, and the clouds remained in the sky, giving darkness even more power to cover the hill area with its cloak. The snow covered with blood and dead orcs gave the place a darker look; it wouldn’t be long until those bodies started the decomposing process, and then the dark and silent hill would be a mirror of how Nuhan’s Hall was depicted by the priests. \n Area map \n \n Spoiler \n \n "
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \n\nJarvis smiles faintly at Dieter, not really in the mood for celebrating.\n\nTurning his attention from the sky, Jarvis now begins searching for Thor on the ground, trying hard to keep his emotions hidden, but every step he takes his heart sinks a little more.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot - (1d20+6)[ 23 ] \n Search - (1d20+1)[ 4 ] \n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron \n\nConfident that there are not any further assaults coming from above, the archer moves through the dead bodies trying to see if any of his arrows are salvageable.\n\n(Fired four arrows)\n\nSeeing that Jarvis is concerned and near frantically searching about, he calls softly over to him, while pointing high up in the air with his bow.\n\n \"Jarvis, I believe your bird is circling above the higher parts of the hill. There seems to be some sort of cave up there.\" \n\nMoving over to the edge of the second level, and raising his voice slightly so it will carry down to those who have moved down to the ground level,\n\n \"I dont see any more orcs on top of the hill. There is a cave entrance where any others would be holed up in. I'm going to take a quick look and see what things look like over there.\" \n\nSticking to the shadow of the wall of the next level, Bron, both bow in hand, makes his way west along the edge to the next ramp and quietly slinks up to where the orcs had recently come charging down from. Closing in on the cave, he takes special care with his footfalls and staying to the shadows.\n\nTaking 10 on Move Silently and Hide in Shadows for totals of 17 each.\n\n Spot - (1d20+5)[ 16 ] \n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 7 ] "
},
{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nOOC: Since I still couldn’t get my hand on photoshop, I'll have to use a previously used map, just for reference. Please bear with me. 🙂\n \n\n The slaughtered orcs were finally gone for good after receiving Bron’s final arrows through their heads. While the orcs begin the long process after the end of which they will produce the stench of decay and death, the group finally reaches the top of the hill as the night reaches its final couple of hours. In the west the moon begins to fade, and to the east the first whitish aura of what would become later the sunlight is seen, bringing a least a very dim light source.\n\nAbove on the skies dense gray clouds are visible, indicating that the following day would most likely be welcomed by a rain curtain. \n Not-so-Precise area map \n \n Spoiler \n \n "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron \n\nThe ranger didnt relish the thought of following the stinking orcs into their stinking hole, especially if they knew he and his friends were coming. Slinking back down the hill a bit, he regroups below the top tier.\n\n \"So here it is, there's some kind of tunnel up there and there was an orc up there watching Dieter. He retreated into the dark when something smaller came out to him. We've got them on the run, yes, for now. Problem being, it's almost morning and we've been up all night. If we rest a few hours, we can regroup with the others and make sure they're alright, but we give the orcs plenty of time to set us up down there. Plus, we'd be completely at a disadvantage needing to carry around torches or lanterns so they'll see us coming from a mile away. I dont exactly think we're stocked to starve em out, and who knows if those tunnels come out somewhere else. Somewhere else...that's another worry we have. If they've got other exits and we go in there, we could be stuck with orcs between us and daylight. I'm not sure what to do here guys. I'm sure Imasi would have some great plan. Man I wish he was here.\" \n\nAs he talks, he moves through the dead orcs and looks to see if any of the four arrows he shot are still usable, and if they have anything of value."
},
{
"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n\nDieter was peering intently at the cave on the top of the hill. \"Honestly Bron, I don't know how you manage to see all of that. I have trouble making out the cave itself!\" He turns to the rest of the party as bends down to pick up his longbow. \"I suggest we take the safe path. We're too exposed and tired right now. Even though we are giving them time to prepare, chances are we might find another, less defended route.\n\nThese orcs are no smart creatures. They will probably defend their main entrance. The trick is finding an alternative way. Maybe there is a less accessable cave located further up.\" \n\nWhile saying this, Dieter is walking around the skirmish, searching the corpses and the nearby ground for any valuables. \"How about we stay here for another hour or so? Do some more scouting in, before we head back. In the morning we can devise our attack strategy.\" "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron \n\nBron chuckles at Dieter's nighttime dilemma, but then considers his comment about the Orcs.\n\n \"Normally I would agree with you, but I saw something else up there. And if you remember, the man back in town claimed these Orcs worked with surprising tactics. I'm concerned that there may be something else calling the shots here. At the very least, I'd like to go down and let the others know what happened up here.\" \n\nHe offers a kick to the orcish body he is rummaging around for valuables.\n\n \"I agree that it might be good to stick around a bit and see if they send out any sorties. Plus, I'd like to set up a watch on the hill to see if anyone or anything comes and goes.\" "
},
{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " Day 6 \n \n Spoiler \n \n 1 Trail Ration used; \n 1 Feed used; \n Survival DC to provide yourself and another person with enough food is 25 (It is harder to search for food while trying to avoid the orcs)¹. \n \n \n \n Aid can be used by a single hunting/foraging partner. \n \n \n¹A fail roll equal or under 10 in this situation will result in something like a “fumble”\n \n\n The day has not properly come yet, but the dim white aura that begins to rise on the east lets all living beings on the surface aware that a new day is coming. It doesn’t take long until the thick clouds on the sky start sending down onto the lad a faint and windy rain.\n\nAs the last arrows were shot from a closer range, no more than a step or two from the dead orcs, all of them are still usable. The orcs don’t seem to carry anything of value other than their weapon, but those aren’t exactly valuable; their armors have some small and large holes, caused by the arrows and Dieter’s weapons. However, the one who was wearing the metallic armor carried a small leather pouch on his waist, and inside of it ten silver coins could be found, as well as a wooden miniature of a double axe. "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron \n\nThe Ranger cautioned against foraging for food, offering some of his own supplies to those who might not have brought enough food with them.\n\n[ooc] After accounting for his food and his horse's feed he has 5 days of rations and 10 days of feed [/ooc]\n\nBron grabs some sleep, hoping that the two who stayed with the animals can keep watch for a few hours. Once everyone is back up, Bron will go do some scouting around the other side of the hill looking for the proverbial \"back door\".\n\n Survival - (1d20+12)[ 19 ] \n Hide - (1d20+7)[ 10 ] \n Spot - (1d20+5)[ 16 ] \n Search - (1d20+6)[ 15 ] \n\nBefore he leaves, he asks the others;\n\n \"Can some of you keep an eye on the trail leading to the hill? See if anything comes or goes? Heck, if a couple orcs are coming back...maybe see about ambushing or capturing them. I picked up the Orc tongue along the way, maybe we can find out what's going on and if someone is pulling the strings up there.\" "
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \n\nFinding Thor unharmed, Jarvis finally breathes a sigh of relief.\n\n \"During the night, I seem to remember seeing a rather large orc up at the cave...He seemed to be carrying what appeared to be bandages...and he had helpers that reminded me of large cats the prowl the forests in Gyasi.\n\nWe best be careful, I fear that battle last night might just be a taste of what's to come.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Survival - (1d20+10)[ 11 ] - If someone wants to aid, feel free, just don't fumble 😉 (edit)Glad I have a +10 to survival or I would have fumbled...\n\n Spot - (1d20+6)[ 7 ] \n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 14 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n\nDieter will gladly accept some of Bron's rations. He has enough feed for the horses, but nto enough rations for himself.\n\nHe listens to Bron and Jarvis discussing their observations. \"Alright, I'll get to the foot of the hill and see if our little skirmish has been discovered yet. Anyone feel like joining in?\" "
},
{
"author": "Kyroswolf",
"message": " Gimil \n\n\" I'll come with ya, lad. I'm not much for staying in one place when there's orcs about. \""
},
{
"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n \"Alright Gimil, let's move. We'll meet back in a while.\" \n\nDieter will lead Gimil back to the site of the skirmish. When they get close, he'll opt for cover and first see if there are any orcs about the area.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Listen Check - (1d20)[ 17 ] \n Spot Check - (1d20)[ 18 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " Day 6 \n The campsite continues calm and unharmed for the moment. Lemmy takes care of putting out the fire and cooking any food making even the older rations gain a bit of a good taste, while Barbarosa takes care of the horses. Then Barbarosa walks a little and stands by Jarvis on the eastern board of the woods, “ It seems like the winter came earlier this time my friends ”, to which Lemmy replies with curiosity, “ And how come you know that? ”. Barbarosa only smiled, and no more than a second later snow started to come down from the sky.\n\nWhile the things on the campsite were calm Dieter and Gimil started to follow the track toward the upper layers. The things seemed to be calm up there; no sign of an orcish patrol could be seem yet. \n Area map \n \n Spoiler \n \n "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": "[ooc] It should be noted that Bron is not actually on that map, having left to go scout around the back of the hill. [/ooc]"
},
{
"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n\nAfter he and Gimil come back from scouting, Dieter gives his report to the rest of the group. \"Well, the area of the skirmish looks clear. The bodies are still there and it seems like no orcs have come to investigate.\" He frowns, before continuing. \"However, the cave you mentioned Bron? Do you remember if it had an open entrance? I couldn't see much last night, but there is a barricade at the cave. It goes up about knee height, it's not a strong fortification, but it might slow down the less nimble among us.\n\nWe returned before the snowfall got too heavy, there's not much else to see there anyway.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n\nDiarmuid: I believe that's Barbarossa at the camp, not Bron.\n\nOfcourse, this conversation will only happen after Bron gets back from his scouting trip.\n "
},
{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Diarmuid \n [ooc] It should be noted that Bron is not actually on that map, having left to go scout around the back of the hill. [/ooc] \n \n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC: Yeah, its like Boo said, that B on the recent map (here on the IC) is for Barbarosa. That's why it is not blue, like yours 😛. Update will be coming in a few hours\n "
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"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron \n\n[ooc] Durr, dont mind me /smile [/ooc]\n\nAfter about 5 hours, a man sized figure comes trundling through the snow towards the party. It's hands are raised and a familiar looking bow is held overheard by outstretched arms. As it gets closer, the form resolves itself into the ranger, bundled from head to toe in his furs and cloak.\n\nGlad to be under the meager protection of the trees, he shakes the cold powder from himself and stamps his feet to help regain the feeling in his toes.\n\n \"Well, we were right. Looks like there's a back entrance to whatever tunnels or underground structure is built into that hill.\" \n\nAs Dieter raises his question, Bron thinks back but shakes his head,\n\n \"To be honest, I didnt notice any kind of door or barricade. I was focusing on the orc and the pairs of eyes lower. Though if I could see the lower sets of eyes there couldnt have been anything very tall blocking the entrance. Maybe it was swung inward at the time.\" \n\nRubbing his arms and hugging himself, he continued,\n\n \"I think we should go in via that back door. At least if we have to retreat...we wont have the switchbacks down the hill leaving us vulnerable to attacks from above the whole way down. I didnt see anything coming or going while I was watching so maybe it is not often used. I didnt dare get too close to check for tracks, and now this snow will make checking for traffic almost impossible. Either way, we cant stay out here indefinitely. The horses will freeze, and then we will freeze.\" \n\nLooking back over his shoulder, he looked towards the direction he had come and saw the snow already beginning to fill in his light tracks.\n\n \"I think we should get a small fire going while the snow is falling. It's hard enough to see out there, the smoke plume might go unnoticed. Tether the horses close by and close together for warmth. We grab some sleep, and prepare to for another evening assault through the entrance behind the main hill. Maybe it will have stopped snowing by then.\" \n Survival - (1d20+12)[ 32 ] (To get a fire started and situate the smoke so it maybe disperses as much as possible through the tree tops and is as inconspicuous as possible.)\nSomeone else, please feel free to help out with that with an Aid Another roll."
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{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " Day 6 \n Despite powerful, the fire that was made with perfection sends no smoke more than a few feet without immediately being dispersed. It would be nigh impossible even for someone inside the woods notice that fire, unless said person or creature were very close to the campsite, close enough to be spotted by the group.\n\nA few hours pass by with only the sound of the fire cackling, the wind blowing the trees and the snow falling over them and eventually on the forest ground; but the fire remained intact throughout the entire afternoon. The icy, mirror-like, top of the trees illuminated by the fire shows part of the great beauty by which the forest was renowned within the Northern Kingdom and even among travelers from Lacsiter and Drachenlander.\n\nAs the night approached the usual sounds were silenced by a few very loud and powerful howls coming from outside the forest, but there was no way to tell how distant they were; the sound was so powerful that the wolves could be even a few miles away or very close to the woods.\n\nThe night began. \n Area Map \n \n Spoiler \n \n "
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{
"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n\nJust before night fell, Dieter went in his coach. He stowed away the valuables taken from the orcs in a seperate sack, they would divy it up when the mission was over. The figurine was interesting, he would like to keep it as a reminder of their first mission without Imasi. He rummaged in his pack and took out the symbol to his hidden god. He kissed it and spoke a soft prayer.\n\nWhen he returned to the group, he noticed Lemmy and Barbarosa had drifted off to sleep. He quietly shook them awake. \"Alright men, now is as good a time as any to act.\n\nI stand by my earlier suggestion and Bron's advice. We flank the cave. If the other side is indeed lightly traveled, we can land a good suprise attack.\n\nI suggest Lemmy keeps an eye on the switchbacks, if any orcs come crawling out that end we at least have cover.\n\nThe rest of us attack the cave. Any questions?\" \n\nHe fastens his backpack, picks up his bow and gets ready to leave.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nI assume we are going to divide the loot when we get back to civilization. I'll just veto that Dieter always guarded the loot, even when Imasi was still around.\n\nIf any of you don't agree, I'll edit my post.\n "
},
{
"author": "Kyroswolf",
"message": " Gimil \n\nGimil finishes donning his armor as the rest prepare themselves.\n\n\" Nothing like a good snow fall to get the blood boiling. Come on, lads. Lets get this show on the road. There be orcs to slaughter. \"\n\nGimil picks up his shield and flail as he waits for the rest to get ready."
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{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron \n\nMore than a little proud of the mastery of flames he exhibited, the ranger spends some time while not dozing near its warmth sharpening up the arrowheads he used the previous night, his daggers, and his scimitar with a whetstone from his backpack and his fletching tools.\n\nOnce that is done he retrieves a flask of oil from his saddlebag and fills his bullseye lantern. He ties the handle of the lantern to a strap on his pack. Digging through another saddlebag, he removes a 50' coil of rope and loops it over his shoulder like some odd bandolier.\n\nCollecting some fresh, untrodden snow into his iron pot, he sets this on the fire and fills his waterskins, offering the same for anyone else.\n\nHe takes a couple of his rations and stashes them in his pack as well. Once all his gear is checked and double checked, he explains how often the horses should be moved around and how best to keep the fire going to Lemmy, as well as where the feed for the horses is and his extra rations.\n\n \"If you dont hear back from us in two days, make back for the town. Take all the horses and get out of here and tell the Captain we have fallen here. If you can gather some of our brothers, bring them back and bring hell down on this place.\" \n\nRealising his tone and mood have turned somber, he stops before he says anything else too morbid.\n\n \"Gimil, we'll be depending on your eyes on the way to the smaller cave entrance. I dont want to risk the lantern or a torch out in the open ilike this. Especially not with the snow a perfect ground for reflecting is up to anyone watching. Once inside, I'lll stay the rear with the lantern or a torch so as to not be in the way of your swings.\" \n\nWith that, he explains the path he took around the large hill and gets ready to follow the dwarf.\n\n[ooc] equipment has been shifted around a bit, some things put in saddlebags, some removed from saddlebags into main inventory. ready to go [/ooc]"
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{
"author": "Brawnspear",
"message": " Well, I think it's high time I got to be a part of the action, sides someone has got to be there to pull your fat out of the fire. I don't need to remind you how dangerous our work is, but I'm going to anyways. The best of us can be taken down in a blink by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Watch each others back, don't go for the glory. We get in, we do what we came to do and we get out. Lets not get caught with our pants around our ankles, they may still be ready for us to take the back door. Grabbing a few extra things from his horses, such as a lantern some torches and some oil, the big man twirls his morningstar in a business like fashion. Come friends, now is the time to rid the land of this evil. "
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{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " Day 6 \n Nighttime \n And the silent stood still at the foot of the hill. Not a howl or whisper could be heard from out of the woods, only the wind clashing against the trees and releasing a handful of snow every time onto the forest ground; none of this made the area colder, as the fireplace remained intact even after a couple direct contacts with the occasional snow that would come down from the trees.\n\nFrom within the woods it was easy to realize that the snow curtain grew thicker after a few minutes, which would most likely hinder the sight of any human being. "
},
{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " Day 6 \n Nighttime \n As one would assume, the snow falling from the sky indeed hindered the sight. The winds began to blow from the east as if the Ogre Islands were breathing ice upon you for challenging and killing their offspring.\n\nThe sky was as if covered by a dark velvet mantle when three creatures appeared in front of the group. They were wolves of a unknown breed to any of you; with a long hoary fur they were taller, apparently stronger, and a thousand times more intimidating than the average wolf. Their fangs appeared to be small daggers, hanging outside their monstrous mouth with frozen droll and blood.\n\nThey walked slowly and carefully towards the group. \n Creatures \n \n Spoiler \n \n Credits to willowWISP from deviantart.com \n \n\n Initiative Order \n PCs order \n{table=head]Character|Initiative|Order\nBarbarosa|19|1st\nJarvis|15|2nd\nBron|12|3rd\nDieter|9|4th\nGimil|5|5th[/table]\n\n Creatures' order \n{table=head]Character|Initiative|Order\nCreature 1|4|1st\nCreature 2|4|2nd\nCreature 3|3|3rd[/table]\n\n Combat Map \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Notice \n \n Spoiler \nRemember, you don’t have to fight anything, the Initiative Order was just to speed up in case combat was the chosen route.\n\nSince it was only a difference of 1, I made the creatures attack after the PCs. As always, you may post before the person who is ahead of you on the Initiative order, but remember to take in consideration what the others would do, use “IF” and/or “WHEN”.\n "
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{
"author": "Brawnspear",
"message": " Barbarosa \ninit 15\nhp 43\nac 18\nAura Before my turn: Senses\nAura swapped to at the beginning of my turn: Power(+1 melee attack and damage)\nBarbarosa moves to to the east of Bron. He prepares to bash these wolves heads in with his morningstar while he wonders how best to deal with them.\n \n Spoiler \n\nMove 2 squares east of where I am standing, ending up eadjacent to bron on his eastern side.\nSo, out of game i guess that means, I switch to power, +1 to melee attack and damage everyone, make a knowledge nature check on these thingys, and ready an action to attack one if it come within my threatened area in a hostile manner.\nknowledge nature : (1d20+7)[ 17 ] \nAttack(readied): (1d20+9)[ 18 ] \ndamage(readied): (1d8+5)[ 9 ] 2 handing\nhopefully all this works, been a while since i rolled on forums\n \n\nEdit: Watch out fellows, this isn't normal hunting behavior, there may be more lurking or they may not be on the hunt. "
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{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \n \"I bet they're hungry, and I bet we taste better than orc...\" Jarvis half chuckles, an obvious attempt at some dark humor on the edge of battle.\n\nSpying the wolf on the far left (furthest north) Jarvis takes aim and lets two arrows fly.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack1 - (1d20+3)[ 21 ] \n Damage1 - (1d8+2)[ 4 ] \n Attack2 - (1d20+3)[ 21 ] \n Damage2 - (1d8+2)[ 8 ] \n \n\n\nNot wanting to risk losing Thor he instructs Thor to stay close by and be a lookout.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Jarvis Spot - (1d20+6)[ 23 ] \n Jarvis Listen - (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \n Thor Spot - (1d20+16)[ 34 ] \n Thor Listen - (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \n "
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"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n \"Keep those arrows coming Jarvis, I'll cover you.\" Dieter unsheathes his picks and moves in between the wolf and Jarvis. He's out of the way enough for his ranger friend to get a clear shot, but the wolf will have to go through Dieter first.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nMove 5ft forward in a direct line between Jarvis and the wolf (Jarvis can still fire right?), readies an attack as a standard action (dang double movement... 😛).\n\n Attack 1 - (1d20+8)[ 21 ] \n Damage 1 - (1d4+6)[ 9 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " The winds were so strong for Thor that the eagle got unstable for the first few seconds when he gained the skies; he quickly regained his airborne balance and remained steady, even with the strong winds constantly pummeling his wings.\n\nJarvis’s arrows struck true on the creature’s body, penetrating their thick fur and hanging in there as he begins to run eastward. The creature is soon followed by the other two, and as quickly as they came they disappeared through the snow curtain. After that the road was clear, and Bron, with Gimil at his side, led the group safely to the cave he had seen on the small hill. \n Combat over \n As soon as the group arrived on the cave a foul stench made its way through Isami’s Finest nostrils, but it was no orc stench. The cave floor and walls were uneven, while the walls were also covered by a very thin layer of ice. Every breath taken inside the cave would be transformed in a gaseous form. “ I recon this cave is not entirely natural laddies. Hammers an’ mine-picks were used to enlarge the place ” , Gimil mutters to the group.\n\nA couple large bones can be seen on the ground on the end of the lantern’s light. \n Area Map \n \n Spoiler \n \n "
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{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron \n\nThe older ranger cursed his slow reactions as he watched the attack on the wolves commence.\n\nHis voice loud enough to be heard over the winds, but low enough to not travel far,\n\n \"Well, I would've preferred maybe trying to get them to scoot along their own way without having to attack 'em. Fer all we know, we're intruding on their huntin grounds. But...what's done is done.\" \n\nStanding in the entrance to the cave, Bron tries to identify the stench from his time in the wilderness.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Knowledge Nature - (1d20+6)[ 8 ] \n Knowledge Dungeoneering - (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \n Survival - (1d20+12)[ 20 ] \n\nUse whichever you think is most appropriate.\n \n\n\nStaring into the lantern light, he looks around to his companions,\n\n \"So...who's first into the stinky, frozen cave?\" "
},
{
"author": "BooNL",
"message": " Dieter \n\nUnsheathing his picks once again, Dieter proudly walks past Bron. \"The faster we get through here, the faster I can wash the stench out of my clothes, let's go.\n\nGimil, feel like joining me on the front with those wonderful eyes of yours?\" \n\nDieter will lead the party as long as someone else keeps a lantern lit."
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{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " Gimil follows Dieter closely, while Bron carries the lantern just behind them, with Jarvis and Barbarosa following.\n\nThe first corridor is narrow and short as it could be seen before thanks to the light. It ends on an obviously manufactured and improvised fence-gate made out of rope and wood. Upon reaching the end of the corridor the group sees themselves on an empty and fairly large room. \n Area Map \n \n Spoiler \n \n\nNote: approximately 45’ x 60’, or 12m x 20m\n \n\n A couple pale points can e seen on the ground; they come from the ghostly white glow that emanates from the bones when the reddish light of the lantern touches them, bringing them back to the present, to the eyes of the living. The bones were heavily damaged which would make even harder to tell what they were before their death. The eerie aura emanated by the bones is only increased by a couple small puddles of frozen blood around the room.\n\nThe following room is actually part of a larger corridor that goes northward. Silence is only broken by the very steps of the group, not a single sound can be heard, at least not for now.\n\nThis corridor is wider than the first and goes deeper inside the cave, but other than that it is just like the previous, having its walls somewhat frozen and a partially uneven floor. It led to the end of the cave. The final room, to the left of the large corridor, made clear that some sort of beast, or beasts, lived inside the cave at some time. Gimil skipped the trip to the last room, and upon the return of the group he had a wide smile and a silence, deep, laughter. “ Haha, I knew this wall had something strange about it lads ” , he uses the haft of his weapon to hit the wall a couple times, revealing a wooden door covered with a thin layer of rocks and ice.\nA very log and narrow corridor that goes westward is revealed. \n Area Map \n \n Spoiler \n \n\nNote: the Rough Map represents the areas already visited by the group\n \n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC: Feel free to ask me any questions of the previous areas of the cave, or to roll checks on them, it would be assumed that you did that while on said room. Also, pardon me if it seemed too much of a \"fast-foward\"/\"fiat\" on my part, it was not my intention, I only wanted to help the things get on the moving. Let me know if it was too much and I'll avoid it on future posts.\n "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron \n\nBron unconsciously crouched a bit as they passed into the cavern. The crude fence made some amount of sense taking the animals outside into account. He made sure that any steps necessary to pass by the fence were undone such that the barrier would still keep whatever it was intended to, out (hopefully).\n\nAs the moved past each opening to the sides, Bron aimed his lantern over the dwarf's head to provide visibility for the rest of the group. No corner or crevice escaped the illuminating beam of his beacon lantern.\n\nWhen the hidden door was pointed out, he patted Gimil on the back appreciatively.\n\n \"Well, if they went to the trouble of hiding this passageway, they might have gone a step further and set up some kind of trap. One of you has some skills with sniffing that kinda thing out, right?\" "
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Jarvis \n\nShrugging, Jarvis looks to the others.\n\n \"If no one does, we can always take plan B...run really fast!\" "
},
{
"author": "XiaoTie",
"message": " Gimil steps forward and makes a sign so that everyone follows his exact steps to the best of their ability, which was a well known maneuver of Isami’s Finest in similar situations previously faced. The dwarven warrior proceeded carefully inspecting the ground and the walls with his eyes, and whenever his eyes were not enough he used his flail to check an unusual or suspicious spot.\n\nThe walls on the hidden corridor are rather worked, way more than on most of the areas of the cave explored so far. They are only just a tad larger and taller than what would be needed to fit an above average strong man. One thing these walls had in common with the others was the thin layer of ice on them. The ground, likewise, had a degree of work a bit higher when compared to the previous areas within the cave. Silence was constant everywhere on the last few days; the corridor was no exception to that.\n\nAt first the corridor was a straight path westward, but that changed. After a hundred feet or so it began to go upwards rather abruptly, ending on a set of hempen rope with the shape of a ladder carefully attached to the wall. The rope ladder would go up for around sixty feet or so. Seconds listening and Gimil’s eyesight were enough to make sure that there was no trouble up ahead.\n\nOn the end of the tunnel a small wooden door was there to be found on the ceiling. The door gave way to what seemed to be a rather organized small storage room, which contained a couple barrels and two small chests. The walls were even more worked than the ones on the underground corridor, but the thin layer of ice was nowhere to be found, and a apparently thin and rough metallic and wooden door had its place on one of the walls.\n\nMuch like the layer of ice on the walls, the silence reign was over. Guttural voices could be heard from beyond, muffled by the metallic door. Gimil took off the flail from his belt and whispered with a rather angry tone of voice, “ Orcs ”.\n\n Area Map \n \n Spoiler \n \n "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Bron \n\nAt the bottom of the chute, Bron hooded his lantern so only the tiniest slivers of light could be seen and used to climb by. At the top, he completely shuttered the light so as to not give their position away.\n\nGingerly, he stepped away from the door so he would have more room to ply his bow. Kneeling, he put the lantern on the ground near his feet and whispered,\n\n[ooc] Diagonal up/left 2 squares [/ooc]\n\n \"Gimil, when you're ready...open that door and unleash hell. I'll lay down as much cover fire as I can. Jarvis, you'll probably want to use your bow also, might not be enough room for that giant sword of yours. Plus, we dont know how much room we're really going to have.\" \n\nDrawing an arrow from his quiver, he knocks it to his bow and draws it back slowly, the muscles in his forearm and bicep straining to keep it steady as he waits for the dwarf to open the door."
},
{
"author": "Kyroswolf",
"message": " Gimil \n\nNodding at Bron's plan Gimil checked the door to see if it opened inward or outward.\n\nIf it opens inward Gimil will move to the side of the door it opens to and open it, moving with it so the door does not cover him up. Once the door is open Gimil prepares to intercept any thing attacking his comrads..\n\nIf it opens outward Gimil will move to the side with the handle and swiftly throw the door open, staying out of the archers line of fire and again prepare to intercept any thing attacking his comrads.\n\nOnce his comrads have signaled they are ready Gimil will open the door."
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{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "Well here it is we are finally up and running so now I'm going to defer to my partner in crime tiki to explain where ya'll are"
},
{
"author": "tikitiki1",
"message": "Shikzaal. The monolithic city sprawls haphazardly across the foothills of the Thoknen mountain range, clearly more tossed together than actually built, with hardly a thought to planning or infrastructure. Clay and straw huts jostle for position with gaudy marble and granite mansions. Few buildings rise more than two or three stories high, which only throws into sharper relief the enormous white tower jutting abruptly from the middle of the crazy jumble.\n\n It was an other-worldly structure, looking more like it had simply grown from the land instead of having been crafted by any mortal hands. At the very top of the unearthly smooth tower, thousands of feet above, was a corona of bright blue light that could be seen for miles in any direction. No on knew how the tower came to be originally; it had been there for as long as anyone could remember. It was now being used as the headquarters of the Oracle. It was here that hundreds of travelers found themselves, inexplicably drawn to its heavenly gates, seeking answers about their destinies, hoping to hear of fabulous wealth and fame."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar approached the white tower, squinting, and mumbling to himself, something he did regularly.\n\n \"Damnable light. I knew I shoulda' under the cover of nightfall. I gotta lay low for now though, and moving at night is exactly what people expect...\"\n\n Balthazaar made his way through the chaotic city with a scowl on his face. He wore dark colored leather, with dull iron studs strewn about it. Underneath the armor, he wore his \"wizard's robes\" as the were commenly called, solid black, with only 2 thick strips of white on the biceps otherwise. On top of all this, his outer layer was a wool traveler's cloak he wore almost religiously, black as well, and currently with the hood on to hide from the day.\n\nHe kept to the shadows as he made his way to the tower, not trying to be sneaky, just to avoid the light. He arrived at the gates, and only stoped for a moment to look upon the grand entrance. Bah. Balthazaar went inside.\n\nNow he was waiting among many other adventurers, standing to the side, trying to avoid touching anyone, as he waited for his chance to see the Oracle.\n "
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Hiroshi Hatori \n\nHiroshi wandered through the streets, careful to not get lost again. Once in sight of base of the tower and the entrance he fights the urge to look up in awe at the imposing tower. It wouldn’t look right for a noble to be caught starring. So instead he takes a moment to dust off his long flowing green and gold, silken kimono. He adjusts the leather armor hidden beneath his kimono for comfort and double checks the Wakazashi tucked neatly into his sash.\nStanding straight and walking with purpose he marches up to the tower and inside. Amused that no guards were visible he finds his place in line and waits impatiently; wondering why this Oracle doesn’t see the rich and important first. Like so many other soothsayers and wise men do."
},
{
"author": "tikitiki1",
"message": " The Oracle's Antechamber \n\nThis large room is festooned with elaborate tapestries and grandiose sculptures and fountains. Small, high windows shoot beams of golden sunlight to the floor, highlighting the swirling dust motes within them. Large potted plants from every corner of the world are placed strategically about the room, their plethora of exotic scents wafting and fusing, filling every corner of the room with its heady odor. Chairs, benches and stools litter the floor, most occupied by travel-weary men in worn boots and tattered clothes, but a few were claimed by haughty looking courtiers with their myriads of simpering, over-dressed servants, brought only as a display of wealth and power. There were no women to be seen. The silence of the hall was unbroken save only by a few large bumblebees who had come through the window to investigate the foreign foliage. Imposing looking guards stood at attention at regular intervals along the wall, or paced the floor of the hall, occasionally pausing the murmur some inaudible comment to one of the waiters.\n\n((Apologies for not having this up sooner; family troubles. Adjust your posts if need be, please))"
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Bastiel shielded his eyes against the glaring sunlight as he gazed up at the imposing tower. Having spent his entire life in this city, he had heard of this structure, but never gotten to see the insides of it. Left hand resting casually on the hilt of his longsword, he adjusted his garments - nothing very outstanding, typical of a usual adventurer, as if making a point to not stick out like a sore thumb.\n\nUpon entering the tower, he scanned the gathering numbers in the waiting area, reserving himself to standing at ease, hands cupped together at the small of his back as he surveys the gathering crowds."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "In case of any confusion you are all inside the ante-camber"
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": "Patrick's trip through Shikzaal was fast becoming a blurred memory in his mind. He had been surprised, at first, by the many number of people in the same place at the same time. Next, he was surprised by the fact that the buildings were not uniform, or planned at all...it struck him as incredibly inefficient. Finally, he was more awestruck than surprised by the daunting white tower which seemed to call to him in the back of his mind.\n\nNow, though, he had so many other things on his mind. While standing against a wall inside the incredible tower, his mind rolled through a checklist of his possessions, to check for theft. His traveling clothes were snug underneath the scale mail he wore proudly upon his person, his shield was strapped his backpack, which was sitting at his feet, and his hammer was hanging from his belt, where he kept it at all times, in case he should have need of it.\n\nChecklist done, he made a quick scan of the room, looking upon those who would approach the oracle as he himself sought to do. Most fit the description of the goodly adventurer working for a greater good. But his smile at that quickly faded when he noticed an abundance of rogues, assassins, and he even saw what he supposed to be a Necromancer wallowing in the shadows. His parents had told him stories of men like him.\n\n \"I shall have to keep my eye on these ones...they do not bode well for the rest of us...\" he mumbled to himself."
},
{
"author": "deadpony",
"message": " Ziad \"Scrud\" Sneekyfoot \n\nZiad explored the room around him with his eyes taking careful note of the many different kinds of people around him. His hood pulled up so you could only sence the slightest glimmer of green, he tried to hide his face from everyone. This was an easy thing to accomplish due to his short stature :3'1\""
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Seeing as how he had now idea how long it would take for this \"oracle\" to see the next person, and not having a clue how far down the queue he was, Bastiel figured it wouldn't hurt to stir up some casual conversation with his fellow waitees... see if he was in the right place to get his answer.\n\nScanning the room once again, he looked for anyone who might have had similar interests to his own (apparent) ones - fighting. He approaches a well-armed, well-composed patron (Patrick), nodding at him with a smile. \"Good morrow, Sir! ^_^ What brings you here?\" "
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Hiroshi Hatori \nSlightly annoyed at the wait, Hiroshi decides to stay away from the other nobles, it’s been too long since he fit in with such people. After becoming a simple holy man he would probably feel out of place with regular nobles.\nSo Hiroshi decides to scan the crowd, looking for anything out of the ordinary. He stops briefly on the dark one hiding in the shadows, deciding that he got “bad vibes” off of him, his eyes slide over to two warrior types in conversation, nothing really interesting there. He also notices a rather small person, perhaps a halfing or a gnome, maybe, being draped in heavy cloak, its kind of hard to tell.\n\nSpeaking to nothing and everything at once, Hiroshi says,\n\n I wonder how long this will take, I can be patient but I’d rather not have to sleep in line here "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Chu \n \"Good morrow, Sir! ^_^ What brings you here?\" \n \n\n Patrick Flannigan \n (In a very heavy Scottish accent) \"Eh, I'm here for th' same reason as everybody else...come to see if me destiny amounts to naught. I've always had a thought that there might be somethin' more behin' what I do...\" \n\nHe trailed off, scanning the room again, and deciding that he could relax and have a conversation with the man (Bastiel)."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Bastiel can't help but raise an eyebrow at the thick accent, but finds it more amusing than anything. [OOC: *casts Comprehend Languages!* XD]\n\n \"Ah, yes, well, I suppose that was kind of a silly question... Well, what IS it that you do?\" "
},
{
"author": "lvl27FreakShow",
"message": "Knoton makes his way into the room, surveying everyone, cursing under his breathe, wishing this place had not to be so crowded. He walks into a dark lonely corner, waiting, wanting to talk to the oracle, wanting to know what he must do next"
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn Filiadir \n A warrior of surprising height for his apparent elven heritage, Caeradwyn wears leather pants, a leather vest, and an overly shiny chainshirt and stands with an arrogant but friendly stance that gives a hint he knows how to use the large sword, short spears, and shield on his back. His whole left side is hidden by the massive leather trenchcoat draped over his left arm, as he assesses the crowd filling the anti-chamber he smiles to anyone whose eye he meets. \n He hears a nobleman in outlandish silk robes(Hatori) make a comment near him and responds as if spoken to. \n “Ah doon’t think it be a line boot rather a randoom selection process to see who geets to see the Ooracle. Ah’d expect half these people be leavin’ aroond night fall foor the taverns” "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura \n A short, really short, pretty woman stands in the hall looking around almost as if she had lost someone. Pushing a path though the crowd but offering ‘out excuse me’s and ‘sorry’s Basura tries to see past all the people until she finally sees someone of obvious magical training despite being in all black(Balthazaar) and approaches him with a wave and an old wizard greeting from the academy she was trained in. \n [draconic]: May your magic bring wisdom. "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "((im not sure if you were kidding but comprehend languages is not need to understand him, and i like what kristin and visturon have started so in the future if you speak in a language other than common state it followed by a colon followed by your speech in white text. then only if your character understands it should you highlight it. refer to ooc for other forum rules))"
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Balthazaar Elogian \n\nBalthazaar stood in the shadows still, avoiding the light, and passivly watching everyone around him out from under his cloak. His slightly longer than shoulder length dark hair started to fall out, and he pushed it back into the hood. He watched the short woman push her way through the crowd, noticeing she seemed to be coming to him.\n\n[draconic:] \"And may yours bring death... He responds quickly. I hate these crowds of sun-lovers... He added, his features still shrowded by shadow. "
},
{
"author": "deadpony",
"message": " Ziad \"Scrud\" Sneekyfoot \n\nSensing no apparent threat, the halfling removed the hood of his dark green cloak. Shiny locks of dark brown hair fell around his face letting his captivating green eyes glint through. It was easier for him to see his surroundings now, especially because he was standing on his toes. He begins to feel a rush of exitement about all the people he sees and the opportunity to meet the famed oracle. He lets out a quiet squeek of exitement while looking for anyone that looks friendly enough to engage in conversation."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Chu \n \"Ah, yes, well, I suppose that was kind of a silly question... Well, what IS it that you do?\" \n \n\n Patrick 14/14 19 \n\n Chuckling, Patrick replied, \"I fight...an' I fight well. That is why I come to th' o'rcle todeey, I have heard that I am far too skilled t' be a simple faarm boy.\" \n He chuckled again as he reached down to his shield. He came up with the shield in hand and a rag in the other. Slowly, carefully, he began to clean it. Why not do something productive while talking? He thought. "
},
{
"author": "tikitiki1",
"message": "From the small oak door at the far end of the antechamber, a white-robed man suddenly appeared, his features young and smooth, but grey-headed and with deep, ponderous eyes that clearly carried the burden of vast knowledge. The man scanned the room quickly, frowned, and whispered something to a tall guard near him. The guard turned and surveyed the lethargic crowd. He pointed to a lean man sitting in one of the wooden chairs against the wall. The white-robed man quickly shook his head and whispered something else. the guard took another measured look around and pointed again, this time at a well dressed noble, lounging languidly across a bench near Hiroshi, being fussed over by a number of servants clad in green and gold livery. The robed man slowly took in every inch of the haughty noble, and finally nodded. He picked his way carefully over to where the other man sat and spoke, his deep voice ringing clearly throughout the silent hall.\n\n \"Are you Darien?\" He asked\n\n Startled, the man could only nod. The robed man simply crooked a finger at him, then turned and walked away, leaving a very confused Darien struggling quickly to his feet and hurrying after him. A disgruntled buzz rumbled up from several of the nobles and others who had been waiting for a long time, angry murmurs of \"only waited for a day. I've been here two weeks now\" and similar dissatisfactions laced the subsequent conversations."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Balthazaar \n\nBalthazaar watched the white robed man's selection, and slightly cringed when he handpicked the one out of the crowd. Why did he want him ? I'm a much better choice... \n \"It seems that man knew that Darien by name... must be the oracle at work...\" He says to the mage-woman who seems to want to start a conversation with him. "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Bastiel raises an eyebrow and blinks at the angry mutterings of the crowds before turning back to Patrick. \"Weeks...? Surely we won't be waiting THAT long...? o_o \"\n\n "
},
{
"author": "lvl27FreakShow",
"message": "Knoton looks on with wonderment, asking himself, \"what do these two know of each other?\" There is a spike of anticipation as the hooded man walks back into the room, as Knoton whatches this he wonders, contemplating, anxious."
},
{
"author": "deadpony",
"message": " Ziad \"Scrud\" Sneekyfoot \n \"WHAT!?!\" Ziad yelled abruptly, but quickly pulled his hood over his head in embarrasment and hopes that no one would figure out that the cry came from him. I hate being short , he thought, thats obviously the only reason that I wasnt chosen. If only he could see me.... "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\n(To Bastiel) \"Well, when ya' think abou' it. It makes sense tha' it would take tha' long. Everyone wants ta' see th' oracle, and I'm sure it' takes him more than jus' a few minutes ta' divine the person's destiny. I'm Na' all too worried abou' it, I have no where else ta' be.\" \n Finishing his shield, Patrick sets it on his bag and pulls out his hammer. He quickly inspects it, finds it just a bit too dirty for his liking, and begins to polish it to. "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " \"Mmnn... well, I suppose that's true... I'm just wondering if there's anything that we can do that might catch his eye next time he comes out... any ideas?\" "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn Hp:15/15 Ac:19\nCaeradwyn watches the proceedings calmly and with his usual smile and chuckle. Finding the impatience of the crowd to be a great source of entertainment."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick Hp:14/14 AC: 19\n\n (To Bastiel) \"Well, I think tha' if we show tha' we are patient he'll be more likely ta' pick us ou' of the crowd. Being content an' smilin' in a crowd o' aggita'ed people tends ta' set ya' apart.\" \n Hammer clean, Patrick slipped it back into his belt and rested his back against the wall, hands behind his head. \n \"Like I said a'fore, I got nowhere ta' be, so I'm fine with spendin' as long as it takes here in the city.\" "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9 \n Basura watches all she can see from her short stature with a studious gaze from her big brown eyes and replies thoughtfully to Balthazaar “Something in his appearance tells me that he might be this Oracle we are all here to find,” then a little quieter and with a look solidly locked on him “And your choice of greeting tells me that you study the arts of the Death Magics that so many of our peers feel are wrong, am I not correct?” Basura then sets her backpack down and proceeds to find a comfortable position seated on it. "
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Caeradwyn Filiadir \n “Ah doon’t think it be a line boot rather a randoom selection process to see who geets to see the Ooracle. Ah’d expect half these people be leavin’ aroond night fall foor the taverns” \n \n\nTurning to the speaker, Hiroshi is forced to look up to address the tall elf.\n Excuse my presumptions, Sir Elf. Mostly one has to wait in line to see people of importance. \nLooking around sheepishly, Hiroshi says,\n\n But where are my manners. Allow me to introduce myself properly, My name is Hiroshi Hatori of The Order of the Crimson Flame, I humbly meet your acquaintance. with that he bows low.\n\nThen the commotion from the rather decadent group of nobles draws his attention away, and he turns to watch as the guard takes the noble away. Sighing and shaking his head, he says to the elf,\n These nobles see nothing beyond their own petty desires; some things never seem to change. \n OOC \nOk to keep things from getting too confusing. Hiroshi is my character’s first name. I’m writing it last name, last to keep it simple."
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn Hp:15/15 AC:19 \n Caeradwyn responds to the noble with his usual mirth \n “Nice to meet yoo Hiroshi, Ah be known as Vist and Ah agree, but when the man oof impoortance has the sight like the Ooracle be said to have, it leaves him oopen to choose the person he sees as most urgent oor most interesting since hee proobably knoows each oof our names and purpooses.” \n Caeradwyn looks around intently before his gaze settles on a pretty woman setting on her backpack. \n “Ah suggest we folloo soot and get comfortable, we might be here awhile.” \nHe begins strolling through the crowd to where the two mages are at."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Balthazaar Elogian \n\nBalthazaar tilts his head up slighty, allowing the hood of his black cloak to shift off of his face a little, showing his full features for the first time. Most noticable is his very pale skin, as well as the large dark bags under his eyes. Anyone that looked could also see his dull green eyes. He shifted to the common tongue as the girl he was talking to did.\n\n\" I thought you would have assumed that already, as most are so eager to do. Yes, I study the \"Death magic\" as you call it, but it is so much more. He squints his eyes and spits the next part out as if it was poisen. And those who think it is \"wrong\" are doomed to weakness. \" \n\nBalthazaar pulled the hood back over his face when he was done."
},
{
"author": "deadpony",
"message": " Ziad \"Scrud\" Sneekyfoot \n\nOnce again regaining his comfort, Scrud removed his hood a second time. His eye fell on a short woman (Basura) who appeared to be in some sort of arguement with a taller dark cloaked figure (Balthazaar). Although the tall one gave him a nervous vibe, he decided to approach the woman.\n\nHalfling: Its nice to see another halfling her.... \n\nHe cut himself off in mid sentence as he realised that she was not a halfling at all. \"I deeply apologise!\" he pleaded in embarassment. "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " \"I suppose you're right... but it seemed the oracle picked that noble based solely on looks... from the grumblings I heard, there were some who've waited here longer than he...\"\n Sighing slightly, he unshouldered his pack and shield, letting it rest at his feet. He hummed to himself, as if considering something, but then shook his head at whatever thought might have popped into his mind. \n "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick Hp: 14/14 AC: 19\n\n \"Eh, ye could be right. One can never be sure when these mystic types ar' concerned.\" \n He paused for a moment, thinking, then looked back to the man in front of him. \n \"I forget mahself,\" He extends his hand to his listener. \"My name be Patrick...Patrick Flannigan. Pleased to meet ye.\" "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Bastiel's gloomy expression lightened, and he heartily takes the former stranger's hand in his own, giving it a shake. \"Ah! Yes, of course. Nice to meet you, Patrick! I'm Bastiel Perral, and I'm at your service, at least until the oracle sees one of us.\" "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Balthazaar Elogian \n\nBalthazaar speaks to the little man in his native tongue:\nHalfling: \"Do not apologize, little one, apologies are nothing but a waste of breath.\"\n\n He shifts himself to find the darkest area possible while staying relativly close to the others he is talking to.\n\n \n "
},
{
"author": "deadpony",
"message": " Ziad \"Scrud\" Sneekyfoot \n\nScrud flinced at Balthazaar's words as if he was about to be struck. It was the mans distinct sinisterness that made him hard to trust just yet. None the less the halfling turned shily back to the woman he had approaced, and in an attempt to make akward conversation managed to spit out \"M-my names Ziad. But you can call me Scrud.\" He blushed as he held out his hand almost childishly so. "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9 \n Basura responds to the comment on her height with a fleeting look of annoyance that returns to her usual composure instantly before she returns “As short as I am I have never met a Halfling who was more than shoulder height to me” and with a slight laugh “The name you may call me is Basura. And it is a pleasure to meet you, I hope.” She states with an exaggeratedly obvious patting of her pouch. \n Turning to Balthazaar [Draconic]: ”I do not dislike the Necromantic arts but rather the fact that so many who follow them practice them on good people” \n In a statement to the general gathering ”I hope you are not insulted by my inquiring to the reason that you have traveled to this Oracle, a trip that merits a good purpose and not just a whimsical choice.” "
},
{
"author": "deadpony",
"message": " Ziad (Scrud) Sneekyfoot \n\nZiad's face brightend and his posture relaxed as he let out a small sigh of relief. \"Ive alwayse had this ambition... its kind of stupid really, he began to explain to Basura, I dont want to bore you with my story.... His face showed that he was hiding something, more from embarrasment than from dishonesty."
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19 \n Caeradwyn arrives at the group just in time to hear the latest inquiry and resonds \n “Ah coome to learn the quickest way that Ah be able too live as loong as an elf,” then after a cautious pause, “And hoow to reclaim my birth right.” Caeradwyn undoes a buckle on his chest and swings his whole bundle one handed to a soft rest on the floor in front of him and sets down casually, still holding the massive coat at his side. “Hoow aboot the rest oof you?” "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Bastiel raises an eyebrow at the gathering around the darkly-clad one, frowning slightly. He nods in their direction, speaking to Patrick, \"I hope they're not gonna cause any trouble...\" "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Balthazaar Elogian \n\n\" Hah, long life. If you want long \"life\", then I will raise you when after your inevitable fall... I'll be around long after you, anyway.\" "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " \"I think they not be about ta' cause trouble in a place like this. Besides, I been watchin' them for quite some time now, and all they are doin' is talking. but I'm rather curious as to what they be talkin' about. Wish to join me in findin' out?\" \n Patrick bent to pick up his pack and waited for his companion's response. "
},
{
"author": "tikitiki1",
"message": "Once again the oak door at the far end of the hall swung open to reveal the white-cloaked man. Without looking around the room this time, he turned to the tall guard and held a whispered conversation, handing him a thin scroll of paper. Then he turned swiftly and left the room as abruptly as he had come. The guard unraveled the scroll, reading it swiftly before rapping the butt of his halberd loudly on the stone floor to silence the hum of conversation buzzing through the hall. In a booming voice he announced:\n\n \"By order of the Oracle, the following people will come forward and enter the room to my right,\" he said, indicating a previously unnoticed door obscured by a large purplish plant with spiky leaves. \"Henna Vareel, Patrick Flannigan, Balthazaar Elogian, Bastiel Perral, Delan Moorakish, Hiroshi Hatori, Arielle Perkinson, Knoton Silverwing, Ziad Sneekyfoot, Gabrienne Raisson de Kaventh, Caeradwyn Filiadir, and Jade Kordron.\" When he was finished, the guard rerolled the parchment and strode into the the room, followed immediately by a tall, black haired woman clad in black with a raven perched upon her shoulder who had been standing near the concealed doorway."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Nodding in agreement, he bent over to start picking up his own things. About to reply, he stopped himself as the door swung open. Straightening back up as the list of names was rattled off, he raised his eyebrows to hear the name of both himself and his new companion being called out. Turning to look at him, he shouldered his equipment. \"Fate awaits, my friend!\" He then heads towards the indicated door. "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar snorted loudly when his name was called. Before the list of names was even finished, he turned sharply, sending his black clothes flowing. He made his way to the entrance of the tower, and left for a short moment.\n\nWhen he returned, before all the others had made their way in, he was carrying a large, gnarled stick with 2 knob handles upon his back. Near the top, a long curved leather slip was attached to the stick. He walked quickly and with a purpose through the crowds, not saying a word to anyone, and entered the doorway they were beckoned into."
},
{
"author": "tikitiki1",
"message": "As Balthazaar passes the strange plant near the door, it rears up suddenly and snaps at him, trying to reach him with its short razor teeth even though he is several feet out of range"
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19 \n Caeradwyn replaces the bundle of gear he so recently removed and works through the crowd toward the doorway where he goes through the door and into the following chamber. "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick Hp: 14/14 AC: 19 \n\nPatrick nodded to Bastiel as the list was finshed. He made his way towards the door beside his companion. But the dark one that Patrick had noticed earlier got there first, and Patrick was grateful that he had. As the dark wizard passed the potted plant, it sprang out and attacked him. Had it been anyone else, Patrick would have helped, but he got the worst feelings from the man, and he came to the conclusion that the world would not be harmed too greatly by his passing. As cautiously as he could, he skirted the outside range of the plant and to the door, where even now the half-elven warrior from the dark wizards group was reaching for the door."
},
{
"author": "lvl27FreakShow",
"message": "Knoton like the rest, gathers his stuff and walks toward the door way, on his way he makes an obvious attempt to avoid contact with anyone."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "So because she edited her post before i could come up with the actuall movement and tactical speil of the plant heres what we are going to do. The plant does, and never did, exist. you may all go on your mary way and i ask that we just forget this ever happend. (more in the ooc) comence posting"
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9 \n Basura stands and once again shoulders her pack before working her way through the crowd to the doorway where she follows those who rushed ahead in going through it. "
},
{
"author": "deadpony",
"message": " Ziad \"Scrud\" Sneekyfoot \n\nZiad was suprised to hear both his and his new companions name called. Although overflowing with exitement, he took his time and waited to see who the other names identified. He made sure got a good look at everyone who moved toward the door, then satisfied with who he was entering with (with the exeption of the dark cloaked wizard) he pulled up his hood and made his way through the door."
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Hiroshi Hatori \n\nSurprised to hear his name called so soon, it takes a moment for his body to start moving, but when it does he quietly makes his way over to the door the guard pointed out. He takes his time to avoid being noticed by the nobles present. Just in case someone recognizes him, the last thing he wants to do is cause a scene."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "so as not to confuse people here is the map\n Map \noh and the big brown thing is a table the yellow are light sources and the ugly things are couches. and here is the legend. I had to use # because you people seem to like to start your names with B's.\n1.--Balthazaar\n2.--Ceadwyn\n3.--Bastiel\n4.--Patrick\n5.--Hiroshi\n6.--Knoton\n7.--Basura\n8.--Ziad\n\nnp=npc\nG=guard\n\nThis will be the numbering system from now on. Note numbers chosen based on when you were accepted not on favoritism."
},
{
"author": "tikitiki1",
"message": "As the last of those whose names had been called trickled into the indicated room, the tall guard entered and shut the door quietly. Wordlessly He turned and surveyed the group gathered in the small room.\n\n \"The Oracle has called for every one of you by name. It has been Seen that each of you is destined to play a key role in the fate of the Oracle. Unfortunately, all of you, and therefore your futures, are too weak at this time to See anything more specific than that. In order to fulfill your destinies, you must become stronger so that the Oracle may guide you.\" He waited for a moment to make sure everyone understood. \"Now, if there are no questions, you are free to leave,\" he said, pointing back toward the door they had just come through."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Bastiel blinked twice. \"..Wait, what?\" Stepping forward - but immediately regretting it, as he felt out of place at the center of attention - he spoke out. \"So how are we supposed to get stronger? I mean.. I'm sure I speak for most of us here when I say we're fairly confident in our physical, and mental, prowess...!\" He didn't like the thought of having yet more sleepless nights. "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 14/14 AC: 19 \n \"I don' git it'. That's it'? We jus' have to be stronger? Tha's nah too hard.\" \n Patrick looked around the room to see if anyone else shared his sentiments. \n \"Soun's like this Oracle person needs more'n than the 'straight from the fiel's\" inexperianced people. Makes sense...\" "
},
{
"author": "deadpony",
"message": " Ziad \"Scrud\" Sneekyfoot \n\nThe halfling chuckled to himself at the comments being made. speak for yourself. he thought, all my strength lies in secrecy. He made a straightening up movement as if he were about to leave, but it was only for show. He wanted to stay and listen to the thoughts of the other people with him. "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Psht. Worthlesss. I'm doing that anyway.\n\n Balthizaar turns to immediatly leave, but pauses when people begin to question the \"advice\".\n\n Let's see what these mortals have to say. "
},
{
"author": "tikitiki1",
"message": "The guard turned toward Bastiel and replied, \"As to how you are to get stronger, that is up to you. I'm sure there are numerous people in the city in need of the help of a few strapping lads. I was not given specific instructions as to how you are to gain strength. I was merely told to inform you that you need to become stronger before the Oracle can See anything useful regarding your futures.\""
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Bastiel sighs, but smiles after a moment, though strainedly, and turns back to look at Patrick. \"Well...? Know any shopkeeps who need some heavy lifting done?\" "
},
{
"author": "lvl27FreakShow",
"message": "Knoton, taking this all in turns to Balthazaar\nDraconic: Why would we be invited into this room, only to be told to go away and come back later, i think something else is going on here. \n\nWhile saying this he gets a glint in his eye, almost like he expected something to happen.\n\n After speaking his mind Knoton turns, studying the others in the room, wondering how many actually understood what he said, waiting for a response \n "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Draconic to Knoten:\n \"I should hope so. What a waste of time if this is the extent of the \"Great Oracle's power. The least it could do is give us some lead us to the \"power\" it wants us to aquire... "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 14/14 AC:19/19\n\nPatrick suddenly felt something messing with his coin purse. Snapping his head around, he manages to catch sight of the hand of the halfing fleeing his sparse collection of money.\n\n \"What ar' ya' on about there, lit'le man? Stealin' from a man's meager savin's aint no way to be making a livlihood. 'Specially if that man is bigger den ya' ar'. I'd advise not trying dat one again.\" \n\nPatrick rifled through his coins to make sure they were all there. Seeing that they were, he pulled off the pouch and held it in front of himself.\n\n \"The right thing ta' do would be ta' ask. I'd probably have given ya' some too. But ya' lost that chance.\" \n\nHe quickly placed the pouch in a pocket within his tunic. And turned back towards the conversation.\n\n \"But if you feel the need ta' do it again, ya' might try to not get caught.\" \n\nWith that, he gave the halfling a wink, and listened to the other's and their questions.\n\nBastiel turned to him and asked about any work he might know of.\n\n \"No ser, I don't. I'm jus' as new here as ya' are. An' I'm not sure tha' be the type o' strength he be talking about.\" "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19 \n Caeradwyn takes in the news with a calm smile then turns to his questioning fellows \n “Ah say we goo and find oot if this city, as new as it be, has any threats oor troobles a groop oof stroong men can doo anything aboot. Since we seem destined to be together we might woont to stay together and see if we can’t help eachoother.” "
},
{
"author": "deadpony",
"message": " Ziad \"Scrud\" Sneekyfoot \n\nZiad quickly shrunk down in embarrasment. He was a bit frustrated that he was caught but he felt a small sence of admiration for his victim because he took it so well."
},
{
"author": "lvl27FreakShow",
"message": "Knoton turns again to Balthazaar\nDraconic : Mind if i go with you? We both share a distaste for people, and hopefully this hatred can make it bearable for both of us to work together. What do you say? Just for the time being. \nAfter saying this, Knoton decides to wait for this specified \"power\" before asking the questions he had intended to ask the oracle.\n\n "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Bastiel raises an eyebrow at the would-be thief, hiding a smile of amusement. \"Are you really that hard-off that you'd want to dig into OUR pockets? What's your name, little Master?\" "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9 \n Basura looks slightly anoyed, yet to her companions’ talk she listens and, after patting her pouches and giving Scrud a reprimanding look, she speaks to Visturon. “If there is room for a smart woman to add some thought power to your group of strong men then I will have to say that you seem to be among the smartest of the people who were called in here.\" then more to the group \"Anyone else think they might want to achieve something with their lives? Or at least earn the answers from the Oracle that we all came to find?” "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthizaar leans close to Knoton and whispers.\nDraconic to Knoton:\n \"Perhaps we should pool our efforts. And should you fall, you'll make a fine subject for my magic. In fact, so would they.\"\n He stands up straight again, and returns Basura's offer.\n \"If my new \"friend\" here dosn't object, we shall come with you.\"\n He somewhat laughs to himself when he says friend, but his laugh is somewhat unpleasent and unfriendly. \n "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19 \n Caeradwyn returns Basura’s statement. “There do be room and Ah thank yoo for the coompliment, Ah do try too noot be as doomb as Ah be strong.” \n Turning to Knoton and Balthazaar, “Yoo be welcoome to come aloong, a mage’s wisdoom and special talents can coome in very handy and the same with a man oof the wild, might Ah ask as too whoot all yoor names are though?” "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Bastiel raises an eyebrow at the somewhat haughty attitude of Basura, giving Patrick a dubious glance. \"...What do you think, Sir? Think they're safe to... mingle with?\" "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "You all see a short dark-skinned woman whisper something to the tall dark-haired woman who whispers back, then strides out of the room with the short woman right behind her."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " \"I believe so, greater strength comes with greater numbers. I think we should stick with 'em for a while.\" \n Patrick watched the two whispering men out of the corner of his eyes as he waited for a response. "
},
{
"author": "lvl27FreakShow",
"message": "Knoton leans close to Balthazaar\nDraconic: Your hospitality is astounding, your kindness knows no bounds \nKnoton is speaking in total sarcasm, blatently obvious.\n\nKnoton bows shyly to Caeradwyn, stating; My name is Knoton silverwing, nice to meet you. \n \n "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Bastiel nods to Patrick before replying to Basura's question. \"Indeed, Madam... if The Oracle says we all have some part to play in the grander scheme of things, then we probably should stick together. However, I won't trust my life to those I don't know...\" Giving a distrusting look to the people speaking in, what appeared to him to be, nonsense. He wiped it away quickly, however, smiling cheerfully. \"So how about a round of introductions, eh? My name is Bastiel Perral, simple swordsman.\" He gives a curteous bow to the group, looking around for who would take their turn next. "
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Hiroshi Hatori \n\nHiroshi stands in the corner quietly. Dismay welling up inside as he considers what the Oracle’s henchman tells him."
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9 \n Basura smiles to Caeradwyn, and then to Balthazaar and Knoton jointly, and then to Bastiel and Patrick whom she addresses in a very proper tone. “It’s nice to know that there are still men who show courtesy toward a lady but it is unnecessary with me, as I am not but a humble mage with a tendency to talk…and talk.” She gives a somewhat apologetic look before continuing to talk. “My name is Basura and I would hope that as little as you know me you trust me enough to travel beside me.” She turns toward Caeradwyn once more, “since you proposed this group and noone else seems interested I think it fitting that you guide us off into the city, though I have to ask if anyone here knows anything about this town at all?” "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "\" Balthazaar \" he stated clearly and curtly to the room in general. "
},
{
"author": "deadpony",
"message": " \"Ziad, but you can call me Scrud\" Ziad spoke with as freindly of a voice as he could manage. Somewhat akwardly he tugged the sleave of Basura and motioned for her to come closer. \n\n[wisper to Basura]: Your the only one I seem to be on semi good terms with at the moment, so Im going to trust you with this information. I overheard two women talking just now. they spoke of ahave some work for us. place in town called the crown and three and a man named bartimus who might "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19 \n Caeradwyn states to the group in his cheerful style, “Ah be called Vist by anyoone ootside my family and woone day you may very well learn whoot my troo name be. I hoope that be good enoough to let yoo troost me.” He then addresses the whole room in a more questioning way. “If noo woone has any oobjections then we oought too be oof.” \n Caeradwyn takes a step toward the door. "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " \"Off? But off to where, Mr. Vist? It's not like we were given a roadmap!\" "
},
{
"author": "lvl27FreakShow",
"message": "Knoton turns to follow, accepting that with the help of these people he will eventually be able to speak to the oracle, and get the answers he so desires"
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9 \n Basura whispers to Scrud: “Thank you, though I would appreciate a bit of clarifying on what you just said.” She straitens and speaks in Vist’s direction “It seems we ought to go to a place called The Crown and Three and look for a Bartimus. There could be work there, or if not, what harm is done by remaining as disoriented as we are?” Basura again turns to the Halfling “I hope you will come with us, as long as you stay away from our purses at least, there should be some money in whatever we do.\" "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 14/14 AC: 19\n\nPatrick chuckled upon hearing Basura's comment to the halfling, then turns to Vist.\n\n \"I agree with the lass, any lead for work would be a very good start on our path to grea'er strength.\" \n\nHe readjusted his pack on his shoulders and began walking to the door."
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": "Speaking up for the first time since entering the room, Hiroshi says,\n\n Might I suggest that we split into two groups, there are plenty of us here already, and I see that we are divided nearly equally between spell casters and warriors. Certainly we can cover more ground and discover whatever path we’ve been set upon more quickly. Besides it would be easier and faster to find jobs as well. "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Bastiel raises an eyebrow at Hiroshi's comment. \"That's all well and good, but didn't the Oracle say that our destinies were intertwined? I should think we should stay together...\" "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19 \n Caeradwyn turns to Hiroshi, “Ah be noot sure that that be sooch a good idea since we have noo way too find each oother again. Thoough it is oop too the groop. If we doo split oop woold it not be wise to split with equal spells and brawn in each part?” He walks to the door while talking then turns back and continues. ”Ah think we oought too stick toogether and find this Croown and Three then we coold split oop if that be a dead trail.” \n Caeradwyn steps through the door and starts toward the exit of the main room. "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9 \n Basura addresses the group as she moves toward the door, “I have to agree with him and you, Bastiel, we probably should not split up. And we best follow before he gets to far gone or the fool will get lost in the city without us.” She leaves the room to go catch the strolling swordsman. "
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Hiroshi \n\nFolding one arm under the other, he rubs his chin with his index finger and thumb and says,\n Well, ok since no one wishes to split up, I have to ask, what shall we do next? "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Idiots. All of them.\n\n Balthazaar has been watching everyone talking, then suddenly turns and leaves, disregarding anyone else in the room. He intends to walk straight to the tavern, coldly asking any random peasent on the way where it is if need by."
},
{
"author": "lvl27FreakShow",
"message": "Knoton realizes, of all the people he has met today, balthazaar is perhaps the wisest. Following Balthazaar out, Knoton hopes this is the best way to get something done"
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19 \n Upon exiting the tower Caeradwyn calls to the first local-looking person he sees and approaches him while speaking “Good man, Woould yoo be able too tell me where Ah might find a place called The Croown and Three? Or perhaps where Ah could find soomeoone whoo would knoow where it be?” \nHe then looks back for anyone following while he waits for the man's responce and smiles to the three that come out the door, hoping they see him and come on over."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Bastiel nods at Basura and follows, raising an eyebrow at the abruptness of the darkly-clad one.\n\n[ Sorry for the half-assed post, guys, but I'm in exam mode right now.. ]"
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "The villager vaguely knows what the half elf is taking about, and after a few wrong turns and asking several other villagers for directions he takes you to a good size tavern with a sign stating it as the Crown an’ Three. After taking you there he stands there as if expecting something."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 14/14 AC: 19\n\nPatrick followed Vist out of the tower and eventually to the Crown an' Three, by way of passin commoner. Noticing that the man still stood, expectantly by the door, Patrick leaned toward Vist and whispered, \"I think 'ee be expectan' somet'in' for 'is troubles...\" "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9 \n Basura follows as best she can, asking directions when necessary and arrives at the Crown and Three with those who reached it before her. She turns to Vist, looking some what annoyed and speaks in a tone to match, “As much as we all agreed that the time to come here was upon us, that was a little bit too sudden and without any wait for the rest of us to catch up.” She then turns to the newly discovered destination and speaks generally to all. “I hope the rest meet us here for there is no way to tell how or when fate will weave us back together again or even if it shall…” "
},
{
"author": "deadpony",
"message": " Ziad \"Scrud\" Sneekyfoot \n\nZiad was flustered by the rappid disperse of people from the building but with little trouble he was able to stay close to Basura. Arriving at the crown And Three, he surveyed his new surroundings in hopes of finding something to entertain himself."
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19 \n Caeradwyn reaches under the giant coat he holds at his side and produces a copperpiece to hand the man while saying, “Ah thank yoo for yoor help.” He then turns to everyone else who has arrived “Shall we head oon in oor wait for the oothers too catch oop?” "
},
{
"author": "tikitiki1",
"message": " The Crown and Three\n\n The Crown and Three is a simple two-level tavern built of roughly hewn logs, looking like most other buildings in the area: hastily and cheaply put together. Inside, it looks like a typical tavern, but a tad nicer. A long bar takes up one corner with a staircase leading to the second floor opposite it and an enormous oak table across from it. A tumbler performs in an area cleared of tables for a decent sized audience scattered about the tables and bar stools. In one corner sits a hunched figured with wild wisps of white hair sticking out at odd angles from his hood. At his table (which is only half the size of all the other tables) sit the two women who had left so hastily after being told they could not see the Oracle until the were stronger, engaged in conversation with the eccentric looking man. A bulky man leans casually against the door, his sleepy half-closed eyes sweeping the room lazily.\n\n Crown_and_Three "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19 \n Caeradwyn keeps his eyes on the hunched man as he walks toward the counter and takes a stool. Calling to the bartender, he orders an ale and gestures his gathered party over. "
},
{
"author": "deadpony",
"message": " Ziad \"Scrud\" Sneekyfoot \n\nLooking around at the crown and three, the halfling felt a slight sence of insecurity. New places always gave him mixed feelings of nervousness and exitement. His eyes darted left and right until he found who appeared to be the man he was here for. Taking a deep breath for extra confidence, he approached the hunched fugure at the smaller table. \"excuse me old timer,\" Ziad began, \"Me and my... um... comrades are looking for trouble... that is... were not looking for trouble... but if you have any then we will.. um... relieve you of it....\" He gave a hopeful look and waited for any type of reply."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar enters the tavern and stops inside the door. He looks around, enjoying the shade from the sun and keeping his face under his hood still.\nHe walks over to the bar that Caeradwynis seated at, and sits as far away as possible in the corner, while still being at the bar, saying nothing."
},
{
"author": "lvl27FreakShow",
"message": "As Knoton walks through the door he notices the halfling making conversation with the hunched man in the room. He walks up behind Balthazaar, saying\nDraconic: should we threaten the guy to get our answers, or let the incompetant halfling do it?\n after saying this he takes a seat.\n "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Returning his answer to Knoton:\nDraconic: I'd like to not get involved. I'll see how he does.\n He continues to sit at the bar, not ordering anything and looking straigh ahead. \n "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Bastiel walks up alongside Ziad, not saying a whole lot, but letting the would-be thief do the talking. He lays his hand as casually as he can on the hilt of his sword, just to let those two women know it was there. He had a bad feeling as to who they were, but also refrained from saying that for the moment."
},
{
"author": "tikitiki1",
"message": "The old man stuttered to a halt and looked blankly at Ziad. The dark-haired woman across from him slowly turned her frosty gaze on the halfling and his companion, giving them a withering look, clearly unimpressed with Bastiel's obvious display of his sword. The smaller woman, her rich brown skin contrasting sharply with her strangely pale hair, began gently drumming her fingers against the tabletop.\n\n\"Interrupting someone when they're in the middle of a conversation is generally considered a very rude thing to do,\" the dark-haired woman said in a tone that could freeze lava. \"Especially when you clearly have no idea whom you are interrupting. For all you know this so-called 'old timer' could be be the king of Taralyn,\" she said, naming the kingdom directly to the south. \"And he could have you beheaded for such impudence.\n\n\"As it happens, he is not the king of Taralyn, but that in no way makes your actions more justified. I would strongly advise you to think twice next time before barging into someone's conversation or you might find that you yourself are incapable of holding a conversation ever again.\" She gave him a menacing glare and began brushing the inside of her left wrist with her fingertips as if she had some kind of itch.\n\n\"Jade,\" the old man said nervously, addressing the dark-haired woman, \"there really is no need for that, I don't mind helping him.\"\n\n\"Oh, be quiet. You can help them when you're done with me.\" Then, turning back to Ziad, she snapped, \"Go away and wait until I'm done. Then you can talk to him.\""
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar turns his head slightly to watch the woman talk. Knoten will probably notice Balthazaar's breathing become harder, and somewhat erratic, as well as look tense beneth the black robes. His face is still obscured by the shadows of the hood, however. He begins muttering very quietly. Only those at the bar can probably hear him well enough to understand what he is saying.\n\n . ..Should KILL her! Guards... I could strike her down... All talk, can't here.\n "
},
{
"author": "lvl27FreakShow",
"message": "Knoton turns to Balthazaar\nDraconic: whats wrong, is everything okay?\n Knoton turns to the Barkeep and orders a drink, he pays the man, then slides the drink over, hoping it will calm Balthazaars nerves \n "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " No.... I'm fine.\n\n Balthazaar takes the drink and downs it in one drink, making his hood fall down, showing his pale face again. He then resumes watching Ziad and the group talk to the girls. \n "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Bastiel rubs his chin thoughtfully as he contemplates what he overheard as he approached the table with his companions, and gives a friendly smile, hand still on the hilt of his sword to show he wasn't just a dunderhead. \"I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with this gentleman, ladies. By the looks, and sounds, of you two, you seem to be in the same boat as us, especially considering you were told the same thing by the Oracle as ourselves. Why don't we work together for, as the lovely pale-haired one said...\" He nods his head and gives a gesture in her direction, \"...the common good.\" "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9 \n Basura chuckles to herself as she crosses the room and sits by Vist. She speaks loud enough to be heard around the bar but not across the room “I suppose we shall wait a minute then approach, hoping for a better result than those two seem to want to allow.” She then gestures to the Barkeep and orders a gallon of ale and six empty mugs, she fills one mug and takes a small sip as if it were fine wine. "
},
{
"author": "deadpony",
"message": "Ziad flinches at what he started, \"Im sorry, I didnt mean to interrupt, We can wait if you wish but I think it might be a bit wiser if we at least try to work together.\" With that, he gives a frustrated look and walks away to find better company. He notices a wild looking man talking to a dark figure in the corner. Those two dont seem to want to be involved with anyone here, He thought, He walked over to the wild one and tugged on his shirt. \"HEY! My name is Scrud. Whats yours?\" The halfling stood waiting for a reply. "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19 \n Caeradwyn relaxes while slowly drinking his ale and replies to Basura in a voice of similar volume, “Ah have too agree with yoo aboot that, boot Ah wish they woold hoory oop soo that we might get oonder way.” He then takes another drink and looks across the room at Bastiel before calling out to him, “Ah doon’t think they woont too woork with oos soo we may as well joost enjooy a good drink.” "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 14/14 AC: 19\n\n Patrick walked to the bar and set his gear down next to the stool he sat on. Nodding to Basura in thanks, he grabs a mug of ale and drains half of it.\n \"Ah, tha' remin's me o' home. Nothing like a good mug o' ale to make you feel ready for anything.\" \n With that he looks across the room at the old man and the women talking to him, making sure that nothing would come of it."
},
{
"author": "tikitiki1",
"message": "The pale-haired woman sighed and plopped her chin into one hand, a thoroughly bored expression crossing her face. \"Now you've done it,\" she muttered exhasperatedly.\n\nJade, the dark-haired woman, turned back to Bastiel with agonizing slowness, her chilling blue-green eyes narrowed to slits. Unhurriedly, she stood, unfolding herself inch by inch until her eyes leveled perfectly with Bastiel's.\n\n\"I don't think I would ever put myself in the same category as you. What makes you think you have anything in common with me? You and I are quite possibly as vastly different as two living creatures can be.\" She paused to rake her eyes up and down his form. \"You are ignorant and weak. Do you honestly think you intimidate me with your big sword and your self-confidence?\" Suddenly a dagger flashed into her left hand, which she began flipping deftly, the light from the torches glinting maliciously off of its highly polished, lethal surfaces. \"I can be frightening too,\" she whispered, her voice like silk rustling on cold steel.\n\n The guard at the door stirred reluctantly. \"Jade,\" he rumbled, \"don't start anything.\"\n\n \"I wouldn't dream of it, Thomas,\" she replied, not breaking eye contact with Bastiel.\n\n \"I'm sure,\" Thomas snorted.\n\n \"Now,\" Jade said, ignoring Tomas's comment, \"Why don't you just go sit down at the bar, order yourself a drink like your friend so wisely suggested, and wait your turn patiently like a good boy?\" She did not sit back down, but she had clearly already dismissed him and moved on to other things in her mind."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Bastiel stands his ground, eyebrows raised in mild surprise. Cocking his head to the side a little, he blinks at her. \"I... apologize, m'lady, if it seemed that I was trying to be intimidating.\" He raises his hand away from the hilt of his sword and shrugged. \"I just saw that you two clearly knew what you were doing, and I should be prepared for any misgivings that might occur, but seeing as how it doesn't seem you're one that's prone to rash action, why don't we just talk? No for harsh words or harsher actions.\" He maintained his smile, not trying to come off as stand-offish.\n\n\n[ Diplomacy check, meguesses?: 20 + 10 = 30, woot! ]\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=776058 \n\n[ Hopefully that'll do something :D ]"
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19 \n Caeradwyn begins heartily laughing almost hard enough to fall off his stool at the woman’s self-righteous speech before calling out, “Ah doon’t dooght that you be moore skilled than oor rag tag band here but noot by too mooch oor the ooracle wooldn’t have had yoo dismissed like a beggar in the same loot as oos!”. He once more breaks into uproarious laughter, then takes a sip of ale an continues to laugh but at a more civil level. "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Hiroshi \n\nHiroshi moves and sits down at the head of the large table with his back to the stairs. He sits patientlly watching the events unfold infront of him."
},
{
"author": "tikitiki1",
"message": "Jade whirled on Caeradwyn, but before she could go off on another tangent her pale-haired companion caught her elbow and yanked her back into her seat.\n\n \"Jade, we're wasting time. Just ignore them and then we'll go,\" she said rationally.\n\n Jade grumbled something unpleasant but began whispering again with the now thoroughly bewildered old man. The old man wrote something on a slip of paper and slid it across the table to Jade. Jade frowned slightly and shoved the paper away to the other woman without looking at it. She took it and unfolded it, nodded once, then thanked the old man and pulled Jade out of the tavern, Jade throwing dark looks at everyone she passed."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Bastiel watches the women leave, confused as to why they were so unnecessarily hostile. Giving a shrug, he turns to the old man and smiles. \"I hope I wasn't... interrupting anything too important?\" "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9 \n Basura stands up and after collecting her mug and the pitcher she walks to the table of the old man and sits down calmly. “I have heard that you might know of some form of work that we might be of use in.” \n [ Gather Info check; 1d20+7 =23] \n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=783635 "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "Bartimus looks around, a very confused expression on his weather-worn face. \"Oh, they're gone...\" His eyes seem to unfocus for a moment before he realizes that he is being spoken to. \"Oh no, nothing tha' impor'ant. Sorr' 'bout Jade. She ge's a bit fiesty at times. I woul' know, if ya know wha' I mean,\" he says, nudging Basura and winking tipsily at Bastiel. \"But, if'n you be wantin' work, I may be in th' know of some. Bu' I don' give such val'ble in-fer-may-shun out to jes' anyone who asks it of me. I got to make a profit out o' this too ya know,\" he says, eying Basura's pitcher of ale, then Basura herself. Whatever he saw in the small woman clearly didn't impress him though, because he wrinkled his nose in an almost childlike manner and turned expectantly back to Bastiel."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Bastiel grinned widely, sitting in the other now-vacant seat, leaning over to reach into one of his pouches. \"I like your style, Mister; forward and to-the-point! I think I have just the remedy for Tight lip-itus, though...\" He produces a modest 15 gold pieces and lays them gently before the old man. \"A common cure for a common ailment.\" "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": "Patrick\n\nBefore Patrick walks over to the table where his friends are gathering, he orders a full pitcher of ale, and carries it over to the table with him and his gear.\n \"An' why don' I throw in drinks all-a-roun'? A stomach full a' ale, an' a purse full a' coin. You need nuthin' else. What say you?\" \nHe then smiled heartily at his companions and the old man."
},
{
"author": "lvl27FreakShow",
"message": "Knoton turns to the halfling, acknowledges him, then turns back staring toward the wall he says:\n I'm sorry small one, i was deep in thought, trying to anticipate just how the conversation was going to end, I hope I did not come across as rude. I feel very uneasy in a place like this and i was hoping to reassure myself, get my barings and understand the situation. \n He turns to to halfling pats him on the shoulder and smiles shyly\n "
},
{
"author": "deadpony",
"message": "The halfling returned the smile. \"I dont believe I caught your name,\" he said with a smile, \"and seeing on how it looks like we will be traveling together fo a while, it might be useful information to have. My name (incase your thoughts did not permit you to hear it before) is Ziad, but you can call me Scrud.\" Ziad finished his statement by giving his new friend a friendly pat on the back, hoping to wake him from any daydreaming he might still be doing."
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19 \n Caeradwyn stands slightly awkwardly while collecting the empty mugs and with a crooked but still coordinated swagger approaches the table, setting the mugs down and swings his gear to a rest against the end of the table where he stands giving Basura a confidant smile before turning to the old man and adjusting the coat over his arm. “Ah hoope with a fooll purse and stoomach yoo might be ready too help oos oot?” "
},
{
"author": "tikitiki1",
"message": "Bartimus's eyes gleamed as he took in the offering before him. \"Aye, now tha's wha' I'm on abou'.\" He hastily wiped the coins into his palm and vanished them somewhere in the depths of his cloak. He then helped himself to a mug of ale, from which he drank deeply before divulging. \"Now. I gather ye be after th' same type of 'work' what Jade an' Gabrienne be after. Where I sent them may be over th' heads of the likes of you, but I've go' some someplace for ye an'way. There's a dwarven establishment jes' south of here, bu' no one 'as heard a thing from it for nigh on a fortnight. There's suspicion tha' it's been overrun, but by wha' we can't say. More'n likely tis goblins or some other such nasty buggers. But tha' little dwarven camp was gettin' to be a pretty big supplier roun' here and t'would be a great help if you coul' jes mosey on over there and checky it out. It may be tha' it's jes nothin' but it woul' be good to know fer sure.\" With that, he buried his face in his mug again, guzzling greedily."
},
{
"author": "lvl27FreakShow",
"message": "Knoton turns to Scrud and states: I'm known as Knoton, and again i apologize, i hope i did not offend.\n\n "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar shot a sideways glance over to Ziad for a moment, then gave no further aknowledgement. He was watching and listening to the old drunkard talk about work.\n\nWhen it appears the man is done speaking, Balthazaar gets up from the bar, and procedes to leave the bar. When he passes by Caeradwyn and any others, he says softly: Looks like we are going south. \n\nHe will wait just outside the place, leaning next to the doorframe to be able to listen to any possibley important talk still to come.\n "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Bastiel hmm's, not finding anything unusual about dwarves being overrun by goblins; he had never even seen a goblin. \"Hmm, sounds like a squabble down there... sounds a good an opportunity as any!\" He grins and turns to his new, strange companions that had joined him at the table with the old man. \"Without further ado, eh?\" "
},
{
"author": "lvl27FreakShow",
"message": "Knoton gets up and follows Balthazaar out of the building.\nWhen outside he turns to Balthazaar\nDraconic: So we're going to kill goblins.....Atleast we know what we have to do. Who knows, maybe you'll be able to use their their corpses for your experiments.\n\n "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar smirks slightly, his mouth barly visable from under the hood's shadow, but it fades again. He talks calmly.\n I always look forward to relieving the curse of life, especially something so wretched as goblins.\n He tilts his head somewhat in Knotten's direction.\n And in the future, don't speak of my (Draconic:) \"Experiments\" in public. \n "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Bastiel turns to whomever of the eight who left the tower together remain inside the tavern. \"I suppose we may as well follow Tall, Dark, and Moody's example? I'd still like to know all of your names and what you can do, but I suppose we have plenty of time to get to know one another...\" Nodding to Patrick, he heads out. "
},
{
"author": "deadpony",
"message": " \"Hey!! Wait up!\" Ziad yelled as he scrambled after knoton. He decided he might as well try and stay somewhat in the middle of the crowd. far enough away from danger but close enough not to fall behind. "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\nPatrick catches Bastiel's nod and returns one of his own. \"Thank ye' kindly ser. Tis greatly apprecia'ed.\" With that and a bow, he shouldered his pack and headed out the door."
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9\n\nBasura stands and addresses Vist as she heads to the door \"Come on the group is ready to leave so we ought to go about our way.\" She walks out the door and nodding to those already out there speaks to Knoton \"As quiet as you are you are a man of nature and so I ask if you would guide us to this camp.\" "
},
{
"author": "lvl27FreakShow",
"message": "Knoton turns to Basura \"If the others have no objections, i have no problem with that. But if one of them thinks they know better, then let them lead.\" "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Overhearing Basura's and Knoton's conversation, he turns to them with his usual smile, albeit with a more sheepish look than normal. \"Well, I for one haven't had the... um... experience of the out of doors all that much... I say this fellow is as good a guide as any... but I don't believe we have your name, Mr...?\" "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19\n\nCaeradwyn nods in agreement and heads outside \"Let's get oonderway since we all seem ready too goo, lead oon, Knootoon, Ah believe it was.?.\" \n "
},
{
"author": "lvl27FreakShow",
"message": "Knoton smiles shyly, then says: It looks like i'm stuck leading the way, lets head out the way we came in, i have to find a friend outside the city, then we can get headed in the right direction, any objections? "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Lets go already. Just start.\n\n Balthazaar sighs, making his dark cloak expand and contract.\n\n But, no, no objections here. \n "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Bartimus \n\nYou know if you guys dont get leaving soon some one else might beat you to the cave... or the problem could just get worst."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "(double post i know but it needs to show up)\n Knoton \n\nKnoton walks out of the tavern and heads north to the main city gates (in the opposite direction you need to go) once out side the city he starts making a wierd whistleing sound and waits for the other party members to show up."
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19 \n Caeradwyn follows Knoton closely and watches curiously as he begins his whistling. "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": "Basura AC:12 HP:9/9\n\nBasura follows Knotons lead and intently watches the druid as he goes about his business. She wonders if this has to do with animals shes heard follow some people of the wilderness."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n \"I know tha' I'm nah' leadin' the way bu', aren' we supposed to be goin' tha' way?\" Patrick looked around from face to face, obviously confused. Why were they going this way? It didn't make sense!\n\n(OOC: remember that he isn't too far up on the food chain as far as brains are concerned...)"
},
{
"author": "tikitiki1",
"message": "From deep within the darks forest the sound of padded footfalls, a sort of whump whump , reached their ears. As the sound grew closer, a large dark form came into view hurtling through the woods toward them. In seconds the form resolved itself into a large wolf. Its thick fur was a glossy silver-blue that glinted in the dappled sunshine streaming through the trees. It burst out of the underbrush and skidded to a halt in front of Knoton, sitting down immediately and training its azure eyes on his, completely ignoring the others.\n\n((The no-posting still holds. Sorry. It should only be a little longer, I promise. Blame Theeon if you're unhappy))"
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "You all make your way south toward the general area Knoton believes the cave is in. After a few hours of marching you make it to the foot hills. They are surprisingly barren with little to no vegitation growing. Large rocks litter the ground ranging from three to six feet tall. After about an hour of exploring one of you finds the cave entrance hidden among a particularly dense cluster of rocks. As you aproach the entrance a small figure speakes up surprising you. He was leaning aginst one of the large rocks about five feet in height."
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": "Seeing the approaching party\n I wouldnt go near there if i were you. "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Oh? And what is it about you that makes you so much more knowledgeable than us?\n Balthazaar turns his head up at the small figure, to look down over his nose at him as he speaks.\n \nTypical attitude. For a dwarf.\n "
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": "Grom takes stock of the rag-tag group of marauders in front of him while thinking. His face is hard and his reply is sharp.\n (Elven:) Your mother never loved you did she? \n The only reason that i tell you this is just to give you a fair warning. i have seen many go in but none have returned. But then again, you DO look like a big tough man so go ahead and be my guest. \n\nTurning to the rest of them he speaks louder\n I will bestow upon any of you the same kindness that you yourselves bestow upon me. I am Gromilium Stoneshard. You may call me Grom. I am no more an enemy to you than you are to each other. "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9\n\nBasura chuckles and responds with a smile “I am not so sure as to how much we are actually friends in our own little group,” a noted look toward Balthaazar, “but I for sure welcome you into our midst. I am Basura, a student of the Arcane.” She offers the dwarf who stands over her a hand in greeting."
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": " It is an honor to make your aquaintence, fair maiden. \n\nHe takes her hand in his and kneels down as he kisses it."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar \"hmph\"s and walks by the two, to look at the area that lies ahead of them."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Hiroshi \n\nHiroshi stands there looking grumpy and eyeing the newest arrival"
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19\n\nCaeradwyn responds with his usual friendly talkative attitude “Ah see we be in the presence oof anoother gentleman, Basura.” Also offering the dwarf a hand, “My name be Vist, a man oof the swoord, and the angry woon be Balthazaar, a magician.” A gesture to him. “Our Nooble in the rear proodly shoowing impacience be Hiroshi Hatori.” A look for him. “Yoo proobably knoow more thin oos aboot the caves and whatever yoo’ve warned us about that lies within. Could yoo tell oos whoot yoo knoow soo we might plan together since Ah dooubt yoo coold dissuade oos froom gooing in.” "
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": " What do I know? I know that many men have gone inside, but as of yet, none have returned. "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Bastiel, somewhat indignant that he was left out of the introductions, steps forward. He had been towards the back of the party for the trek thus far, unfamiliar with the wilderness.\n\n \"Bastiel at your service, Sir Dwarf. But might I ask... why do you sit around outside of a cave long enough to see \"many men\" going inside, and none coming out?\" "
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": "[Pardon my changing of the story, but the stupid DM just tonight let my have the full info of why i am there to begin with. :-) ]\n\n I came because I heard of a new dwarven settlement that is close to my elven lands so I headed here. When I arrived all was well. The leader of this mine knew I was a scout and so he sent me out to scout the surrounding area. when I returned from my trip a short time ago, I noticed strange tracks and the guards at the gate were dead. \n\n(Elven:) I do not like burying the dead. But i did what i must. "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar turns his head in the direction of the conversation at the mention of deaths, but then turns his back to the men once again, and continues to survey the surrounding, boredly. If there are any signs of struggle nearby the rest of the party, he will go look around it, otherwise he waits. ((Blood, bones, any of that good stuff.:D))"
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "Balthazaar notices some blood stains near the entrance of the cave and two large drag marks leading away from the entrance but finds nothing else that is that noticeable"
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9\n\nBasura listens intently before asking, “So then you have no idea what is in the cave system?” She then looks like she is thinking intently before saying “Are goblins not loud andstupid and unlikely to remain unidentified? And so these probably aren’t goblins in there?” "
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": " You may be right maiden, but I ask, why are you here in the first place? he says while looking at her interesting symbols on her clothes."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": "Patrick\n\n \"We have been told to become more powerful so tha' our destinies may become clearer to the grea' Oracle.\" Patrick steps up from behind the rest of the group and also holds out his hand. \"I am Patrick Flannigan. I, like Vist here, live by the sword, though the sword is a hammer, not a sword.\" "
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": "Shakes the protruding hand.\n\n Nice to meet you. So this great power? Where did you hear of this from? "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9 \n Basura pats Patrick on the shoulder shaking her head and responds to the dwarf “Are you referring to the power of the oracle or the power we must achieve? Patrick spoke of both.” She turns her gaze towards the entrance and gives a curious look, “How deep do you think these caves go beyond here?” "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19 \n Caeradwyn notices Balthazaar looking around at the cave and walks up to him, “See anything oof noote? This cave oof death doos noot seem too be a good oomen too me. Is there soom way yoo coould detect hoow mooch death ooccurred here recently?” While talking he swings his load of gear off his back, looses his shield, and for the first time that you’ve ever seen removes the huge coat from his forearm and straps it over his gear and replaces it on his back. He then mounts his shield on his arm and stands ready, awaiting response. "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar stares silently at the bloodstains for quite some time, unaware of the conversation going on behind him. After a time, his neck snaps up to face the cave. He grabs the large scythe from it's holster on his back, and brings out quickly, with a distinctive \"Shwooong\" noise. During this, his robes flair rather dramaticly, and he is now much less covered up by them, revealing both his pale, sickly face, and his dark leather armor. He takes a step in the direction of the cave, but hesitates, then turns his head back to the group behind him.\n \"We're never going to get more power like this.\"\n He then starts on his way into the cave, walking leisurely entering into the shadows. \n "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " \"H-hey, wait!\" Despite Balthazaar's unnecessary showmanship, Bastiel felt some measure of concern for his somewhat unwilling comrade, and followed after him, securing his belt around his waist and following Vist's example, fitting his shield onto his left arm. "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar, secure in his refuge from the evil sun, will turn on his heel and wait for Bastiel in the mouth of the cave, but will look quite impatient, and won't wait for anyone that dosn't appear to follow, taking lead if no one else steps up."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " \"You shouldn't just storm off like that... Balthius, was it? The Gods only know what treachery lies in wait down here...\" Having said that, he shrugs one of the straps of his backpack off, reaching in and pulling out a sunrod, striking it off a nearby rocky surface and holding it up with his shield arm, looking about.\n\n "
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": "Grom pulls out the M shaped leaves in the middle of his chain belt and takes it off. It is now noticeable that it is a spiked chain, but the spikes look more like thorns of a rose bush.\n\n Both he says responding to Basura.\n\nHe turns and walks up even with Balthazaar looking him over coldly.\n\nElven: Necromancers. UGH! "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19\n\nCaeradwyn walks in after Balthazaar placing himself just barely farther into the cave\n[Elven ]- \"Yoor talents serve oos better if yoo have a shield-man between yoo and any dangers, Ah hope yoor willing to watch my back if Ah'm helpin' watch yoor froont.\" He smiles at Balthazaar then guestures to the party to follow and says \"Yoo'all readyfoor the foon part?\" Caeradwyn draws his sword. "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9 \n Basura walks over standing just behind Grom and Balthazaar, \n [Elven]- “I can say that I’ll watch your back Vist, as best I can.” \n She turns back, “Patrick, would you be kind enough to be my shield if I watch your back?” Speaking to the whole group, “From here in lets be as quiet as we can and hold together. Grom, when you think I should, seeing as you’ve seen the layout, I’ll scan for magic as a precaution.” She draws her crossbow and loads it. "
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": " Therein lies the problem maiden. I have not seen much of this cave system. A few paces, but no more. I would rather not go spelunking by myself where i know that creatures lie in wait. \n\nElven: Just because i am a Dwarf fair maiden does not mean that i am not smart. I in fact cannot even speak dwarvish. But take me not for a fool. By the way, besides you and Caeradwyn, who else in our band of adventurers can speak elven? \n\nGrom smiles a sly little smile."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Balthazaar\n\n Balthazaar squints at Grom.\nElven: I could say the same about dwarves.\n He turns away from the small man and towords Caeradwyn .\n You. Strong man. Lets keep this to Commen, eh? I have no love for the elven language.\n He moves out with the rest of the group, looking at the ground and mumbling under his breath.\n Smart dwarf. That's a reletive term if I've ever heard it. \n "
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": "Elven: Watch your tongue necromancer or you might awaken one day with it in your hand. \n By no means do i wish to create any turbulence in your merry little band of adventurers, but i think that we shouldget one thing clear. I am only a dwarf by race. Nothing more and nothing less. I consider myself Elven, and i would hope that you have the common courtesy to treat me with the respect that i have bestowed you. I do not appreciate comments like that and i will not put up with them. With that said, lets go. \n\nGrom walks forward into the cave with a short glance back towards the maiden."
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9 \n Basura takes in Grom’s statements and in a matter-of-fact way but not cruelly replies “I’m afraid that until we earn his tolerance we will all have to tolerate Balthazaar’s snide remarks, However I intended no insult in anything I said nor do I hold anything against either dwarves or elves. Vist, Patrick, would you two mind taking the lead, Grom I believe your being dwarven by race lets you see in the dark? So could you move in with them? Knoton, Bastiel, could you hold the middle? Hiroshi, I believe you should stay in rear with Balthazaar and I as some spare protection from the back.” She loosens the small straps on the little pouches lining her belt with her freehand and then holding the crossbow ready t urns to Grom, “We can speak of those powers later and I know not what all everyone here speaks.” L ooking to all her companions, “Does that order sound good to you all?” "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19 \n Caeradwyn’s smile fades for a moment upon the dwarf’s statement and he follows up Basura’s comment “Ah advise we doont resoort too threats and, Balthazaar, Ah joost feel moore coomfoortable speeking in elven than in this hooman tongue.” He then does this full body shudder and stretches his arms rolling his shoulders and says to Basura “That soounds too be a good oorder too me.” "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Cave Entrance\n The entrance for the cave is made out of roughly chiseled walls. It looks as if some one hastily cut it out from a smaller natural cave. You can see veins of shiny metals lining the walls. At the far end of the cave is a large stone door of obviously dwarven design but parts of it are missing like pot holes."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": "Patrick AC: 19 HP: 14/14\n\n \"I agree with Basura, me and Vist here should be at the forefront to take the bulk of the abuse with our superior defences. We can then work our way into flanking positions as we spread out the ranks of the enemy. Goblins tend to break easily, so if we divide them into manageable groups, assuming this is a sizable force, we will route them quickly.\" Looking around, he could see his companion's stares as if they didn't believe that the tactic would work. \"Look, I've fought Goblins and Orcs in similar conditions, like when they assaulted my home and my people took to the caves. I know how they fight, if you can call awkward swinging of improvised weaponry fighting, but I also know how deadly they can be. Our advantage lies in strategy and teamwork.\" Satisfied that he had explained himself, he took to the front of the group, next Vist. His shield was strapped tight to his arm, his hammer was in his hand, his pack lay near the entrance of the cave. He took up his stance as they proceeded into the darkness. \n\n(OOC: Check the OOC for notes about this post)"
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " \"That marching order sounds fine to me, m'dear, though should I be somewhat towards the front?\" He indicitavely twiddles the sunrod in his hand, and draws his sword, observing the veins of metals in the rock walls. "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Balthazaar 9/9 AC:16\n \nBalthazaar stares at Basura, saying nothing. When the others start talking, he breaks his gaze and focuses on his scythe blade, and letting the others assemble in front of him. Before they head out, holds his hand in front of himself, now staring at that, then a dim, slightly purple light engulfs it, now closing into a fist. The energy pulses, then fades. He looks up with a smirk, and a renewed attitude. \"Let us not hesitate any longer.\" "
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": " Gromilium AC:15 HP: 10/10 \n\nGrom shofts around semi uneasily.\n\n Yes, this is quite a good order for us to be marching in. But i ask, can we please get moving. Being underground dredges up memories that i am not fond of remembering. \n\nGrom starts to rattle his chain back and forth.\n\nElven: I much rather prefer the cool air of the forests. "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn AC:19 HP:15/15 \n Caeradwyn talks in a low voice “Noo disagreement with yoo boot Ah think we ooght too be quiet soo we can get back too that foorest woon day. If any yoo all need speak say it befoore we head throough that door.” He starts toward the door moving in to what he feels is a good position for him to enter in. \n [now in square (13,H)] "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9 \n Basura moves forward to were her position aught to be based on her plan [square (10,G)] and looks to the rest of the group silently waiting for someone other than herself and Vist to act on the plan everyone agreed to. "
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": "Grom holds his position in the front of the cave waiting for patrick and vist to catch up. He turns and watches Basura as she walks to her place."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Balthazaar 9/9 AC:16 \nBalthazaar follows everyone.\n\n((And will be doing so until combat.🫤 ))"
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19 \n Caeradwyn suddenly steps forward and puts all the force of his powerful body into a swing of his sword to try and damage the door, \"Patrick it will take oos booth too doo this.\" \n attack and damage at door (1d20+4=20, 1d10+3=13) "
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": " Gromilium AC:15 HP: 10/10 \n\nGrom starts searching the door for any other way of entering it.\n\n(Elven): Just a moment my friend. im not sure that you can break it down with force. \n Search also +2 for stonecunning (1d20 +4=17) "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 14/14 AC: 19\n\n Patrick stops his hammer in mid swing as Grom steps forward to inspect the door. \"Has your search brought up anything of note, good dwarf?\" Patrick rests his hammer over his shoulder and waits for the dwarf's findings. But he was hoping those findings would turn up nothing. He did so want to smash something... "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Bastiel has a moment of inspiration, raising his hand and closing his eyes, starting to mutter something. He stops short, however, and looks around, clenching his hand into a fist, walking up and knicking the tip of his sword against the door. \"This seems mighty impractical, if you ask me...\" He lays a hand on one of the gouges on the door. \"Seems like someone else was here as well trying to get in... probably those goblins?\" \n "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "Vist's mighty slash leaves nothing but a scratch on the massive door, while the steel sword makes an eerie ring as it reverberates."
},
{
"author": "lvl27FreakShow",
"message": " Knoton takes a step back and turns to Balthazaar Draconic: So, what exactly is \"supposed\" to be happening? S eeing that the others have drawn their weapons, he reaches for his sheild placing it in/on (whatever) his left hand and grabs for his club with the right "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Balthazaar 9/9 AC:16\n\n Balthazaar sighs.\nDraconic: \"It looks like these strong-men are intent on breaking this fortified door.\"\n \"There must be someway t hat dwarves get inside their own structures. I would like to think the local dwarve would know, but based on what he's said so far, I wouldn't count on it.\" \n "
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": " Gromilium AC:15 HP: 10/10 \nGrom nods thoughtfully.\n\n I cannot find anything on this door that would elude me to open it from the outside.Of course there has to be another way in. But i have no idea where it might be. maybe we should spread out a little and start searching. "
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": " \"Why should we listen to you mister \"im not a dwarf on the inside\" I was unaware you were apart of our what did you call it? oh ya \"merry little band of adventures\" .\" \n\nGrinning, Ziad leans against the wall and lights his last cigarette\n\nStares through the smoke, unblinking,at Grom."
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": "Grom smiles back.\n\n If that is what you wish little man, then just ask me to leave. As for now, i just want to get my promised gold, and after this outing, if you would allow me, then i would like to meet this... what did you say it was? \"Prophet\" that you all are speaking of. \n\n(Elven): If any of you wish me to leave, then, please, let me know now so as i do not waste my time making friends with you. But for now, i think that we should all just try to find a way to get inside. "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9 \n Basura looks thoughtful during all the proceedings before saying, “Grom, did you say that you had seen people enter since the caves were attacked? Because if so then these gates must have closed after them or they went in another way. And also is that a metal lacing the walls and might it be running through the door as well?” She looks around the room with a curious smile before adding, “I certainly hope that we all don’t have to resort to threats to cooperate and that we may work as allies for whatever time we need without any troubles among us; so we may as well get used to each other.” She then walks up to the door and running her hand over one of the holes inspecting it asks the group, “Do you really think these are goblin created?” \n search for signs of source (1d20+5=21) \n "
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": " Gromilium AC:15 HP: 10/10 \n (I believe that i will just take a 20 on another search check if thats alright with y'all. so that leaves me with a 22.) \n\nElven: It is not a threat fair maiden, but merely a test to see which of you adventurers are true friends. With the short man who smokes the cigarette told me by smiling is that he was merely being funny and means no harm. As i feel no threat to my life of most of your party. He looks toward balthazar Most. "
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": "Zian Cackles, oh you actually thought i was joking? \nThrows cigarette down, stomps out the cherry. Coughs a few times. I do agree with Basura though, if we keep squabbling like small children we wont be getting anywhere. "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": "Bastiel nods. \"This is, of course, sound advice. Does anyone have any other lightsticks, or maybe a spell or something? I'm going to take a look around the walls... perhaps Master Dwarf was on to something when he mentioned searching the place.\"\n\n [Also taking 20 on the search, giving me 21] \n "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9 \n Basura turns from the door and says in a fairly loud voice “Unless they had some weird battering ram these weren’t created by a goblin. It took a lot more force than any goblin to create these. We aught to stop thinking of goblins and be ready for whatever could create these.” She gestures to the door with a worried look and turning to Patrick and Vist says, “If no-one is finding anything then you aught to proceed smashing and we all better hope it doesn’t draw out the beast.” "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Fine with me.\n I'm ready to kill something. Anything.\n\n Balthazaar eyes the new dwarf for a moment, before breaking his gaze to start messing with his scythe. \n "
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": " I concure. Well tell me when you need my talents. Ziad sits down legs crossing over each other. Thieves' cant: soon that dwarf like all his filthy kind will learn their places.\n looks at ground and grins."
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": " Gromilium AC:15 HP: 10/10 \n\nGrom walks over to the door and starts feeling around.\n\n My, My. These dwarves are tricky ones arent they. I found the switch. Ready Yourselves! \n\nGrom activates what looks like a small rock on the wall to the right of the door. He then steps back into formation."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "As Grom flips the hidden switch a small hissing noise is heard and the rock face to the left of the door cracks open. You see it is another stone door carved in such a way that you would never think of it as not part of the natural cave wall. It swings open and leads into darkness."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar sighs when Grom is able to open the door, even if he wasn't expecting a hidden entrence.\n\n I knew there was some way.\n\n He stops examining his scythe and is ready to move on. \n "
},
{
"author": "lvl27FreakShow",
"message": "Knoton turns to Balthazaar\nDraconic: Took em long enough, how long is it gonna take to step through the door?\n\n "
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": "Ziad scratches the back of his head. Well im impressed you actually did something. He then proceeds to get up slowly. Thieves' cant: Well, stretches arms it looks about time to use you meat bags as human shields. Looks around the group."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": "Patrick HP:14/14 AC: 19\n\nPatrick quickly placed himself between the group and the cave, shield and hammer at the ready, just in case anything should sttack them from the darkness. Looking to Vist to see that he was also ready, he said, \"Let' go.\" and proceeded slowly into the cave."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Hiroshi\n\n \"Move you insufferable fools my time is valuable and you are wasting it\"\nhe taps his foot impatiently."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar looks at Hiroshi.\n\n That's my line.\n\n He will follow the group. \n "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19 \n Caeradwyn cuts in front of Patrick and proceeds up the tunnel in front of the group, stopping just inside[14,E] he turns back giving hand signs to direct the party into a new order: Patrick following him, followed by Grom, Bastiel, Knoton, Ziad, Balthazaar, Basura, and Hiroshi bringing up the rear. He then turns back and waits for some sign to continue up the tunnel. "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9 \n Basura reaches into her bag, pulls out a sun rod, walks over to and hands it to Patrick, and says in a voice low enough that only Vist and Patrick can hear [Common Whispered]: “I’m ready to fall into line when we move out.” She then holds her crossbow ready. \n [Now in (13,F)] "
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": " Gromilium AC:15 HP: 10/10 \n\nGrom gets into his place in line(not sure where that is exactly on the map) and readys himself by once again rattleing his chain. he nods to Caeradwyn signaling that he is ready to proceed."
},
{
"author": "lvl27FreakShow",
"message": " Knoton AC:17 HP:8/8 \n\nKnoton takes the spot suggested to him by Caeradwyn, and nods signaling that he is ready\n "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel applaudes softly as the door is opened, making sure not to make too much hubbub. \"Excellent work, Mr. Stoneshard! I'm certain your dwarven cunning will come in handy down here, regardless of your upbringig.\" Falling into the predesignated formation, Bastiel readies his sword and shield. "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "At the end of the tunnel you see another stone door. Luckily this one has a handle. The group piles into the tunnel in the aforementioned order bothe sun rods are able to illuminate the entire tunnel. (note: map to come later tonight, (secondary note: sorry Knoton your wolf will be added to the map to night as well.))"
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " \"Well, at least these fellows had some sense of convenience... I just hope this one isn't trapped.\" Apprehensively, he raises his shield to protect himself before Patrick tries the door. "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19 \n Caeradwyn motions for Patrick to activate the sunrod given him by Basura and opens the door and steps through into the second space straight through it [16,H]. "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\nPatrick is only just able to spark the sunrod into life as Vist stepped through the door. Holding the sunrod with his shield hand, and holding his shield slightly out, he's able to direct the light haphazardly down the tunnel. He quickly catches up to Vist through the door. "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "Vist turns the handle and the heavy door swings toward him abruptly. He tries to charge forward, but his path is blocked by a small, furry, pumpkin coloured creature, who appears just as surprised to see Vist as he is to see the creature. Only a small sliver of the room is visible to Vist, and even less to Patrick, but Vist can see several more of the scruffy beings, looking as though they had been preparing to ambush the main door. He can also see at least one thick pole that looked to be a very hacked up tree on the ground that he supposed had been used as a battering ram. As both Vist and the creature (as well as its fellows beyond) get over the shock it begins yelling something in a strange gutteral language. [Goblin]: Elves! Hit them! Here, here! Hit them hard! \n http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r...eon/cave-1.jpg \n ((roll initiative Yay! for battle, surprise round canceled out, no one was aware of either group))"
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "((May I just say: Finally))\n\n Init.: (1d20+3=14) \n\n\" I've heard most of the civilized languages... and that's not one of them...\" "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " \"Wh-what was that?!\" The would-be warrior's eyes widen in fright at the inhuman speech.\n\n[ Init: 4 http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=864450 ]"
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": " Gromilium AC:15 HP: 10/10 \n What was that sound? \n initiative (1d20+3=6) "
},
{
"author": "lvl27FreakShow",
"message": " Knoton AC: 17 HP: 8 \n 1d20+2=16 \n\nKnoton just smiles, waiting for his chance"
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19\n\nCaeradwyn replies to the small critter, [Goblin]: \"Not elves, Death.\" \n Initiative (1d20+3=20) "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": "Basura AC:12 HP:9/9\n\nBasura states \"Agreed on the uncivilized; Looks like the fight is on!\"\n\n Initiative (1d20+2=21) "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "Battle order\n\nKnoton\nGromilium\nBalthazaar\nPatrick\nHiroshi\nVist\nZiad\nBasura\nBastiel\nWolf\nMonster\n\n\n((note that my last post was edited/updated suggest you reread))"
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 14/14 AC:19\n\nPatrick readies himself by preparing to throw the sunrod into the room, past the creature that he can just barely see in front of Vist.\n\n(Initiative: 1d20+7=19)\n\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=868299 "
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": "Ziad Hp 6/6 AC:18\n\n What was that? As Ziad pulls out his crossbow.\n\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=868352 \n\n(Initiative: 1d20+4=20)"
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19\n\nVist calls over his shoulder \"Shall I break throough or pooll back!?\" "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel HP: 9/9 AC: 15\n\n \"I-I don't know! What's going on?!\"\n\n [ Bastiel is obviously cracking. ] \n "
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": " Gromilium AC:15 HP: 10/10 \n Only one way in and thats through these HOTH "
},
{
"author": "lvl27FreakShow",
"message": " Knoton AC:17 HP:8/8 \n\n\nRealizing he has no idea what is on the other side, Knoton decides to delay, atleast until Caeradwyn informs the group of what is on the other side of the door."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar will take a couple steps away from the large, necromancer crushing doors.\n\n((10 feet north, I think, away from the doors))"
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": "Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19\n\nCaeradwyn calls back \"We be fighting gooblins and there be a fair noomber foor oos too take oon!\"\n \n(If I am left to act, or when my turn comes, then the following occurs)\nCaeradwyn hefts his sword and brings it down into the goblin in his immediate path. attack at goblin (1d20+4=14, 1d10+3=10) And if successful at dropping the goblin walks 15 feet straight forward [16,H]."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 14/14 AC: 19\n\n \"GAAAAHHH!!! I HATE GOBLINS!!!\" \n\n(upon my action....)\n\nPatrick throws the sunrod past Vist and into the room, providing some light in the room. Then he attacks the Goblin around the corner from him. (Damn you half-cover!!!)\n\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=876605 (16) attack\n\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=876607 (7) damage(If I hit)"
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "Gromilium readies to attack the first enemy to come within 10ft."
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9\n\nBasura moves back next to Balthazaar and readies her crossbow to fire upon any enemy that should come into the main chamber."
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": "Ziad like Balthazaar takes a 10 foot step back away from the doors of halfling crushing."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "Patrick throws his sunrod into the room illuminating it further (though none of you can see it). Vist's blow barely misses the creature and Patrick's is is avoided due to the difficulty of fighting threw a doorway. Three of your members retreat a little away from the heavy stone doors while the rest of you sit there not really sure of what is happening. The three monsters closest to Vist all strike out at him but none of the pathetic attempts are successful.\n http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r84/theeon/cave1.jpg "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19\n\n(when my turn comes)\nCaeradwyn once again strikes at the ugly little creature, [Goblin]: \"You all die today!\" attack at goblin (1d20+4=24, 1d10+3=11) critical check (1d20+4=11) and then walks 15 feet straight ahead [16,H], and calls back to the others \"Time too let them die!\"\n "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 14/14 AC: 19\n\nPatrick runs through the door and across the room to stand next to Vist.\n\n \"This isn't exactly what I had in mind for a battle plan!\" \n\n(New position: H-15)"
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Balthazaar HP 9/9 AC:16\n\n ((Delaying until just after Patrick))\n An opening.\n \"Let me through!\"\n Balthazaar pushes and shoves his way through if needed to occupy Patrick's previous position. ((E-15))\n\nUpon arrival, he spits out some arcane words and gestures, followed up with \"Run! Flee for your life, scum!\" \n\n((Cast \"Cause Fear\" at M5 if possible. Otherwise, on M3. DC 15 Will.))\n \n "
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": "Ziad walks in a circle then yells Opening these doors about now so we can help would be awesome! "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel\nHP: 9/9\nAC/T/FF: 15/10/15\n \nUncertain of himself, but being shoved aside by Balthazaar, Bastiel grits his teeth, retightening his grip on the hilt of his sword as he bites past the fear welling up inside of his chest. Striding forward and down the hall, he steps into the room, not seeing the corpse in front of him until he planted his foot right on top of the goblin's chest, recoiling in horror, he staggers back a bit. Notcing one of the buggers up and about on either side of them, he clsoes his eyes and gives a swing of his blade in panicked desperation.\n\n[Moving to F16\nAttack M1: 5 + 2 = 7 (terrible miss)\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=886104 ]"
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "New order\n\nVist\nKnoton\nGromilium\nPatrick\nBalthazaar\nHiroshi\nZiad\nBasura\nBastiel\nWolf\nMonster\n\nVist moves into the center of the room after brutally injuring the goblin infrount of him. As it lays bleeding on the floor he steps over its body and moves into the center of the room. As he walks through the door way the two flanking goblins attempt to strike him but their blows glance of his armor and shield(AoO) and others slip in during their attack. Knoton moves just next to Vist and mildly injures one of the goblins. Grom rushes in and tries to pick off one of the goblins and looks as if he is about to hit one but gets lightly tangled in his own chain like he doesn't quite know how to use it. Patrick runs to the large stone door and just stops. Balthazaar casts a spell on one of the goblins across the room, and the goblins eyes go wide with fear and it looks around panicky. Hiroshi stays where he is, not doing anything.\n Map \n\n\n(note that on this map Bastiel has already been moved ,him and his light source, Ziad and Basura can still move before being shrouded in darkness.)\n\nalso its a move action to open one of the stone doors and a full round to open both. Also Green =lightly injured, Orange =moderately injured, Red =critically injured \n\nP.S. finsih your actions so i can update the round"
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": "Basura AC:12 HP:9/9\n\nBasura remains were she is with crossbow readied knowing her time to join the fray is not come yet."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "Basura and Ziad both stay behind deciding that they are not needed at the moment. Bastiel rushes up and panically strikes at a goblin missing him horribly. He takes the lights sorce with him shrouding his companions in darkeness. Knoton's wolf runs throught the skirmish and attacks one of the goblins but can't sink his teeth into the goblin through his armor. The goblin across the door and next to Vist runs for his life in the oppisite direction. Three goblins attack Bastiel but only two manage to injure him. Another one attacks the wolf and fails, the goblin behind the one that ran moves up and attacks Vist ,wich fails, and the last runs up and throws a javelin at Vist which glances of his sheild.\n\n((Bastiel takes 7 damage))\n map "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel\nHP: 2 /9\nAC/T/FF: 15/10/15\n\n Bastiel gives an uncharacteristically girly yelp, shock washing over him as fast as the blood gushing out of his side. \"A-AH! GODS! I'm dying! \" Staggering backwards, he gives another feeble slash at the slightly-wounded goblin to his left, collapsing against the wall of the corridor behind him, panting heavily, perhaps over-dramatically.\n\n[Attacking M1: 3+2 = 5\nDamage: Miss...\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=890659 \n5-foot step to E16 ]"
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar checks around the corner for a moment, then ducks back to create more gestures, begining to summon dark purple and black energy around his hands.\n\n((Summon Undead, begin casting.))"
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19\n\nVist takes a quick step toward one of Bastiels attackers [now in (17,G)] and swings at the Goblin [M3] with a blow that carries little of his great strength. attack at goblin (1d20+4=16, 1d10+3=5) \nWhile acting he yells to his allies, \"Patrick, oopen the dooor foor the oothers; Bastiel, get back in the hall!\" "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 14/14 AC: 19\n\n \"RIGHT!\" \n\nPatrick races to the doors and throws them open as fast as he can, revealing his allies to the excitement.\n\n \"Jump in when you like!\" \n (This is the full round action thing to open the door I believe...) "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9 \n\n[Upon my turn] Basura runs toward the fight and, stopping still short of any melee [13,H], fires her crossbow at one of the ugly creatures [m1].\n attack at m1 (1d20+2=7, 1d6=2) "
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": " Ziad AC:18 HP:6/6 \n\nZiad shoots his crossbow at the goblin. Take this you..you....shut up! \n Attack goblin m1 (1d20+5=15, 1d6=2) "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "Vist moves and drops the goblin with his strike. Knoton misses horribly. Grom wraps his chain around M8's neck and cuts him down. Patrick pushes the doors open shedding light on his friends and opening the battle to them. Balthazzar starts casting a spell but what it is and where its going no one knows. Hiroshi moves to G14 and casts burning hands hitting Patrick, M4, M6, M7, and Grom. A goblin attacks Hiroshi while he casts his spell but misses. Ziad shoots his crossbow but misses due to his friends being in close proximity with the enemy. Basura also fires her crossbow but is way off target. Bastiel panics, swings, misses and backs into a wall. The wolf bites at the goblin but trips over himself. M5 continues to run about. M1 moves to attack Patrick and misses but M4 attacks Patrick and hits. M7 also attacks Patrick and misses. M9 and M10 both attack the wolf and both hit.\n\n\n([edit] vist takes no damage as he was out of the area when the spell went off, Patrick only took 6 dmg and grom 1, the wolf still takes 6)\n map \n purple=fear "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": "Caeradwyn HP:14/15 AC:19\n\nVist moves quickly back to his previous spot before making two attacks in a shocking burst of speed for the powerfully built elf [activate steel wind ] the first attack on first goblin (1d20+4=9, 1d10+3=5) aimed at m1 who had failed to strike his ally and the second attack at second goblin (1d20+4=6, 1d10+3=12) at m7 who also failed to harm Patrick. He meanwhile yells to Hiroshi in what could best be described as a snarl of battle fury [Elven]: \"CURSED MAGE!!! [Common]: Carefool with yoor poowers oor be next after the gooblins!\" "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Balthazaar HP 9/9 AC:16 \n\nBalthazaar finishes up his last few words of his spell, and opens a dark portal behind a goblin engaged with Knoton's wolf, and issues a command to attack.\nHe moves forward to finish one injured goblin's life as he does so as well. Balthazaar manifests a dull grey, ghostly mass of negative energy, and attempts to poke the goblin.\n\n((Summon undead I, summon a human warrior skeleton [MM1 has stats...]into H19 to give/get +2 flanking bonus with the wolf. Skellie. (1d20+3=4, 1d6+1=7) [Companions of doom!]\nBalthazaar:5 ft. forward, 5 feet North-East to engage M1, Charnel Touch: Touch attack: (1d20+4=13, 1d8=6 \n))"
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "(note the skeleton only appears right before balthazaar's turn any one who goes before him acts like there is no zombie)"
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel\nHP: 2 /9\nAC/T/FF: 15/10/15\n\n Shutting his eyes to the virual horror in front of him, his mind swimming from the burning in his side, Bastiel drops his sword and raises both arms in front of him, cowering against the wall. Anyone listening close enough would hear him uttering shaky prayers.\n\n[ Total Defense: +4 Dodge AC ]"
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": "Ziad AC:18 HP:6/6\n\nZiad moves next to Hiroshi. Then reloads his crossbow."
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9\n\nBasura reloads her crossbow and fires at the nearest goblin still standing on her turn but misses outright as her bolt goes way off course, dipalying how new she is to weaponry. shot at goblin (1d20+2=5, 1d6=1) \n\n[theeon please note that i moved last turn and it wasnt shown on the map]"
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 8/14 AC: 19\n\nLetting out a billowing warcry, Patrick whips around and throws his weight into an attack at the goblin standing next to him(M4).\n\n 1d20+3=17 \n 1d8+2=4 "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Vist (-1)\n Knoton \n Gromilium \n Patrick (-1)\n Balthazaar (-3)\n Hiroshi \n Ziad \n Basura \n Bastiel \n Wolf (-1)\n Monster \n Vist in a vary bazaar but fluid motion swings his sword in a wide arc attempting to hit two opponents but does not manage to strike any of them. Knoton swings his scimitar and is just short of hitting a vital spot but still makes a solid hit spewing blood from his opponent and dropping the ugly furry creature in front of him (M1). Grom moves over 5 feet and swings his chain above his head before hurling it at one of the little goblins attacking the wolf but swings it just a little too wide and it fails to do anything but make a whistling noise. Patrick swings his mighty hammer and smashes one firmly in the head causing it to split open and a good amount of blood to shower over Patrick and the goblin dealing a decent amount of damage and causing the goblin to grab his scalp and scream indiscriminately in pain but ti is not enough to knock the goblin unconscious. As Balthazaar finishes his spell a portal to a different dimension opens directly behind one of the goblins double teaming the wolf . From this dark portal a human shaped skeleton appears shrouded in a dark aura. As it appears it attacks the distracted goblin but does not hit anything with his dark blade. As this is happening Balthazaar runs up to one of the goblins and a dark energy envelopes his hand. He reaches out and grabs hold of the small creatures throat and the energy rushes from his hand into the goblin. The goblin shrieks in pain and drops to the ground twitching but it it barely alive. Hiroshi sends a sheet of fire over the ground most people taking minimal damage(hitting Patrick, Vist, Balthazaar, M4, M7, and M6) \"Who are you to tell me what i can do. I am from 'The Order of the Crimson Flame' and we shall burn all that lay in our path\" . Ziad moves up and reloads his crossbow but does nothing else. Basura does not appear to be very competent with her weapon and misses completely. Bastiel , who appears to be rather new to battle, cowers in a corner, raising his shield to protect himself. The wolf injured and frightened and not very intelligent ignores the goblin who is distracted and instead attacks the goblin that hurt it the most (M9), and manages to bite him and pull him to the ground (trip). The remaining Goblins all swarm into attack a panic raising on their faces, but the only one who manages to hit is the one that attacked the distracted wolf. map \n(#'s next to name indicate damage)\n\n "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19\n\nVist makes a fancy gesture with his blade while proclaiming grandly to the arrogant caster of The Order of the Crimson Flame \"Doo noot get in a title battle with me Hirooshi, becoose Ah will win. Ah be the troo heir to woon oov the moost poowerful hooses in all the Elven Kingdooms! Ah be High Loord Caeradwyn oov the Filiadir Family the fifth seat in Dorthonian \" and makes a vicious attack at a goblin [m4] (1d20+4=16, 1d10+3=4) .\n\n[the gesture was swift recovery of my maneuvers]"
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Hiroshi\n\n\"The Order does not care about countries. It supercedes all borders and its members do as they please\" "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar spins back around as he is scorched, and gives Hiroshi strong, hateful glare.\n \"Fool.\"\n With a quick, flicking hand gesture directed at the flamer, Balthazaar unleashes his subtle spell.\n((Cause Fear at Hiroshi. Will save DC 15))\nHe then moves down to occupy the same space his summoned skeleton did, replacing it moments after it is called back to it's home plain.\n((Move to H20, sidestepping and avoiding AoO))\n "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9\n\nBasura reloads her crossbow and fires again at whatever goblin is standing nearest to her in line of sight. attack at goblin (1d20+2=4, 1d6=6) "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "(When Balthazaar's turn come a look of utmost panic takes over Hiroshi's face)"
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel\nHP: 2 /9\nAC/T/FF: 15/10/15\n\n Noticing he was not yet dead, he looked out over the top of his shield. With everyone distracted, he summons up all of the courage he has...\n\n... and shuffles around the corner, propping himself up against the other wall, shutting his eyes to the world and grinding his teeth together, whispering to himself and whatever diety granted him the powers he didn't understand, \"...I don't wanna die here...\" \n \n Spoiler \n Moving to E15\nCasting cure light wounds upon himself:\n 8 hp healed \n "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 7/14 AC: 19\n\n \"Damn you, you vile wretch....Just be good and DIE!\" \n Patrick swings his hammer at the injured goblin (M4) in an atempt to finish it off. \n Attack at the goblin (1d20+3=7) \n Damage (1d8+2=9) "
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": " Gromilium AC:15 HP: 10/10 \n Die HOTH! \nGrom gets within range of the closest creature and swings his chain but he didnt realise that his eyes were closed when he did.\n\n attack nearest goblin (1d20+3=4) \n swing chain (2d4+3=5) "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Vist \n Knoton \n Gromilium \n Patrick \n Balthazaar \n Hiroshi \n Ziad \n Basura \n Bastiel (+8) \n Wolf \n Monster\n\n As Vist swings his sword at the bestial creature in front of him; you can see a brief moment in his eyes where it appears his mind goes blank, as if in a deep meditation. When his eyes return to focus he appears to be refreshed as if the intense battle that has been going on the past few seconds never even happened. His sword blade barely manages to slip in to the armor of his opponent, but when he withdraws his blade it falls to the ground bleeding from its side. Knoton with a grace born in the wild runs to the aid of his companion, who has gained a fair amount of injuries in this bout. He attempts to exact revenge on the goblin who injured his friend a few seconds ago but the goblin easily side steps his misplaced attack. As Knoton moves to attack the small creature Gromilium attempts to attack the same one by throwing his chain over Knoton's shoulder, but barely misses, in fact if he had a bit more practice and the goblin was a bit taller he would have struck it. Missing he whips the chain back and backs up a little letting his opponents come to him. Patrick attepmts to attack the last goblin in the immediate area, but must have gotten over confident with his previous successes, for he misses terribly. Balthazaar , with an indignant look on his face , looks directly at the man who has recently blanketed the field with several sheets of fire. With some quick gestures and a few words in a language so strange that none but Basura might understand Balthazaar's eyes turned the darkest black for a few seconds and the returned to normal. After word a strange, reddish, aura appears around Hiroshi, but is gone so fast you question if it was even there. You see his eyes widen much like the goblins did but then your attention is drawn else where. Near were the popular goblin (m10) stands a dark portal opens up once again and the skeletal warrior is sucked up where it stands, returning to the world of infinite darkness and evil. As the skeleton disappears in a show of dark purples and blacks Balthazaar sneaks along the back side to replace his skeletal warrior with a weapon far more deadly himself . Hiroshi shrieks at the top of his lungs and runs for the exit of the cave and is last scene going around the mouth of the cave and out of sight as he scrambles to flee something none of you can see. Ziad fires his round in to the crowd but is distracted by his allies in such close proximity to the target. If they weren't there he probably would have hit. Basura attempts to copy Ziad and ends with the same results, it appears that sh is unfamiliar with her weaponry and it is questionable if she has ever used them at all. Bastiel runs around a corner and is now longer visible by anyone. All you see is a bright light burst from the corridor but it doesn't stay for long. The Wolf , after managing to knock one of the goblins down, attempts to rip hist throat out while on the ground but the goblin manages to roll away from his jaws, avoiding the attack. The Goblin being double teemed by Vist and Patrick swings at Vist with his crudely made morningstar, but Vist easily manages to dodge it this exertion causes it to tear open a wound and it collapses to the floor. One Goblin still appears to be frantically doing something over in the far end of the room. The Goblin that was knocked down returns to its feet but as it does The Wolf latches on to its throat and squeezes the life out of it was blood seeps over is face. The last Goblin attempts to attack the distracted wolf but fails to do so as The Wolf manages to side step the blow.\n\n map \n "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19\n\nVist suddenly leaps over the dead goblin (1d20+3=22) and rushes the goblin [m5] at the far side of the room as it attempts to open the door in front of it and makes a brutal attack as he stops (1d20+4=16, 1d10+3=7) "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9\n\nBasura reloads her crossbow and once again fires at a goblin [m10] but in embarrassment for her pitifully bad record holds the crossbow extra steady and for the first time manages a good shot instead of firing poorly before excitedly proclaiming \"Couldn't let you boys do all the work...\" \n Attack at goblin m10 (1d20+2=19, 1d6=3) "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar mutters, mostly to himself, as the fire-mage runs from him.\n \"I wouldn't come back, if you value your life, traitor-scum...\"\n\n I'll let the others do some more of the work, here.\n Balthazaar delays until after Bastiel and before the wolf. Should any of the goblins remain standing by his turn, he will once again summon his Charnel Touch.\n Touch attack: (1d20+2=11, 1d8=4) \n \n "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Bastiel Perral |Human|Favoured Soul|LVL 1|CG|M\nhp: 9 /9 |Init +0| Spd 30| AC/T/FF| 15/10/15|Light\n Melee Atk |+2 longsword|dmg: 1d8+2| Ranged Atk |N/A|dmg:N/A|\n SV|Fort +3| Ref +2| Will +5|\n STR 14| DEX 11| CON 13| INT 13| WIS 16| CHA 18[/table]Spells:\n{table]Level | Known | Per day | Bonus | Total | Used\n0 (DC:13)| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, light | 5 | - | 5 | 0\n1 (DC:14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 | 3 | 1 | 4 | 1\n[/table]\n \n\n\nHis body, and resolve, restored, he peeks around the corner, the sounds of dwindling combat helping to quell the fear that had gripped his very being. He looks to his discarded sword nearby, knowing it would be folly to try and pick it up. He steels his innards, clenching his teeth and running out, picking up his sword along the way, hoping to redeem his show of cowardice in some way. \"EeeAAGHH!!\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nMoving to H18\n \n \n Spoiler \n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=921079 \nShield Bash!\nTo-hit: 12\nDamage (doubt it hits): 8\n "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 7/14 AC: 19\n\nPatrick runs to the monster in the middle of the room. (M10 being the monster, H19 being the square he now occupies)\n\n \"You're mine!\"\n\n Attack at Goblin, Damage (1d20+3=16, 1d8+2=9, 1d20+3=7, 1d8+2=6) \n\n(weird, it rolled both twice....Theeon, would I just use the first rolls?)"
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Fenria \n Patrick HP: 7/14 AC: 19\n\nPatrick runs to the monster in the middle of the room. (M10 being the monster, H19 being the square he now occupies)\n\n \"You're mine!\"\n\n Attack at Goblin, Damage (1d20+3=16, 1d8+2=9, 1d20+3=7, 1d8+2=6) \n\n(weird, it rolled both twice....Theeon, would I just use the first rolls?) \n \n\nyes use the first and i think it is because you put a 2 in the \"number of rolls\" catagory"
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": "Ziad HP:6/6 AC:18\n\nZiad being the hero he obviously is uses Patrick as a human shield."
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": " Gromilium AC:15 HP: 10/10 \n\nGrom rushes forward to get into range and swings his chain once again, but he is tired and only puts half his effort into it.\n\n 1d20+3=10, 2d4+3=9 "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Vist \n Knoton \n Gromilium \n Patrick \n Balthazaar \n Hiroshi \n Ziad \n Basura \n Bastiel \n Wolf \n Monster\n\n Vist , sword trailing behind him, rushes toward the goblin on the far side of the cave and strikes at the cowering creature. He makes a solid hit and does a sizable amount of blood to spew out of the chest of the goblin as his sword sinks deep into it, but the goblin remains standing, if not barely. Knoton moves out of range of the goblin next to him. He inspects his injured companion and pulls out a sprig of a plant placing it on the wounds of the Wolf . He says some thing unintelligible and his eyes turn a deep shade of green as a bright white light erupts from his hands and floods into the wolf through the plant. His skin begins to come together and seal up leaving only scratches left. Gromilium steps forward and strikes out with his chain but does not manage to damage his enemy. Patrick again cracks his opponent on the head with his thick hammer, as his scalp splits open causing blood to drip down the goblins face covering his eyes and making his face rather indistinguishable, dropping the nasty little creature to the floor. Ziad runs up to hide behind Patrick using him as a human shield. Basura takes steady aim at the last standing goblin and lets the bolt fly. As the bolt hits the goblin squarely in the chest it screams out in pain and falls to the ground as blood leaks out of the wounds on its body. Bastiel runs up to help Patrick but when he gets there he realizes theres nothing he can do. The Wolf licks his wounds, and his master, but pays nothing else any attention. Some of the Goblins shake in the last moments of their death throws but none are conscious. Balthazaar looks over the battle field smiling that sick smile of his, looking out on all the death and blood.\n\n Battle Over!!!! (yay) you all receive 111 exp\n\n map \n "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Bastiel Perral |Human|Favoured Soul|LVL 1|CG|M\nhp: 9 /9 |Init +0| Spd 30| AC/T/FF| 15/10/15|Light\n Melee Atk |+2 longsword|dmg: 1d8+2| Ranged Atk |N/A|dmg:N/A|\n SV|Fort +3| Ref +2| Will +5|\n STR 14| DEX 11| CON 13| INT 13| WIS 16| CHA 18[/table]Spells:\n{table]Level | Known | Per day | Bonus | Total | Used\n0 (DC:13)| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, light | 5 | - | 5 | 0\n1 (DC:14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 | 3 | 1 | 4 | 1\n[/table]\n \n\nStill visibly shaking, Bastiel looks from side to side, checking over each one of his comrades. \"I-... is everyone okay...?\" Sighing as he goes to sheathe his sword, but realizes it isn't in his hand. He blinks, then remembers what he did with it and walks back to hallway, picking it up and placing the unbloodied blade in it's sheath, hoping no one saw it, or his demeanour in the fight. "
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": " I certainly hope that THAT does not happen again. Grom wraps his chain back around his waist and locks it back in place with the gilded leaves. He then reaches down along his leg and pulls out an Elvin short sword. The firelight glints off the clean blade and ivory handle.\n Lets make sure of it. "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 7/14 AC: 19\n\nBreathing heavily, Patrick looked around the room, as if hoping for there to be more to fight.\n\n \"Is that it? Bloody hell, that was fun!\" \n He reluctantly retied his hammer to his belt. \n \"I suppose I'll have to go and grab my pack too...\" "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " \"Hmph.\"\n\n Balthazaar glares down the cave towords the entrance, and will walk about inspecting the corpses until the others act. \n "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15 AC:19\n\nCaeradwyn picks up the goblin with his shield hand and walks back toward the group wiping his sword on its clothing while half dragging it, \"That woos foon boot it woos too mooch oov a fight foor just soome gooblins. We trooly doo be lacking the strength we need foor any real destiny.\" When his sword is clean he drops the goblin and walks around to inspect the doors in the new chamber."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "This chamber in appearance is very similar to the entry chamber except for in size. This section is considerably larger than the first. Both doors appear to be made out of the same material as the first door you encountered except for one distinct difference, they both have handles and locking mechanisms. The Goblins appear to have nothing of value on them except for their equipment, which is a leather armor, a light steel shield, a Morningstar, and a Javelin. Otherwise the cave room is rather uneventful."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP:7/14 AC:19\n\nAfter retrieving his pack and placing it against the wall in the larger chamber, he walks casually to the bigger doors.\n\n \"Would any of you mind healing me before we dare the expanses of whatever is behind this,\" he kicked the door for emphasis."
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9\n\nBasura reloads her crossbow and approaches Patrick at the door he just kicked while saying \"Vist you have me curious... During the battle you spoke of being from some high elven family; why do you travel and live as a commoner?\" "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "Please specify which door your at. The big double doors will be called door A. The secret passage will be called so. The door where the terrified goblin was will be door B, and the other door at the bottom of the map will be door C"
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Bastiel Perral |Human|Favoured Soul|LVL 1|CG|M\nhp: 9 /9 |Init +0| Spd 30| AC/T/FF| 15/10/15|Light\n Melee Atk |+2 longsword|dmg: 1d8+2| Ranged Atk |N/A|dmg:N/A|\n SV|Fort +3| Ref +2| Will +5|\n STR 14| DEX 11| CON 13| INT 13| WIS 16| CHA 18[/table]Spells:\n{table]Level | Known | Per day | Bonus | Total | Used\n0 (DC:13)| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, light | 5 | - | 5 | 0\n1 (DC:14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 | 3 | 1 | 4 | 1\n[/table]\n \n\nBastiel feels a twinge of anxiety build up in his stomach at the mention of healing. He waits for someone else to offer, prays that someone else will answer. \"I... um, can patch you up a bit...\" He pulls some bandages out of his backpack. If he couldn't display who, or what, he was, he was going to at least help in SOME way. "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:15/15 AC:19\n\nCaeradwyn finishes his walk and approaches the short mage \"Ah travel as a coommoon man because foor noow Ah be woon; as Ah said Ah be the trooe heir too that title boot oonfoortoonately noot the woon whoo bares it coorrently. That title is woon oov the reasoons Ah fight as Ah moost reclaim it and avenge my family against my vile ooncle.\" "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": "Patrick\n\n \"Thank you Bastiel, that would be more than welcome.\" (Standing in front of door B)"
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Bastiel Perral |Human|Favoured Soul|LVL 1|CG|M\nhp: 9 /9 |Init +0| Spd 30| AC/T/FF| 15/10/15|Light\n Melee Atk |+2 longsword|dmg: 1d8+2| Ranged Atk |N/A|dmg:N/A|\n SV|Fort +3| Ref +2| Will +5|\n STR 14| DEX 11| CON 13| INT 13| WIS 16| CHA 18[/table]Spells:\n{table]Level | Known | Per day | Bonus | Total | Used\n0 (DC:13)| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, light | 5 | - | 5 | 0\n1 (DC:14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 | 3 | 1 | 4 | 1\n[/table]\n \n\nUnravelling some bandages, he walks up to Patrick and starts to patch him up, muttering under his breath. \"You'll be right as rain soon enough...\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Sudden Silent-casting cure light wounds \n (1d8+3)[ 10 ] \n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "As Vist proceeds to drag bodies to the center of the room, and other people meet him to discuss the fight, and to see if everyone is all right. Patrick and Bastiel go over to the corner to patch Patrick up. As he is wrapping bandages around Patrick's wounds his eyes turn solid white and a large bright light flashes and floods toward the rapidly closing wounds, while he makes a few quick gestures. Knoton picks up his injured wolf and says \"I need to go get something in the forest for my friend, i will be right back. Wait here.\" then he runs out of the cave.\n\n map \n\n(( i hope you don't mind i moved some people))\n "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n \"Ah, thanks Bastiel, that's much better...\" He swings his arms a few times experimentally.\n\nQuietly he continued to talk to Bastiel. (meaning no one else but Bastiel can hear)\n\n \"By the way, I wanted to talk to you. I want you to know that there is nothing at all craven about what you did in the fight. Everyone's first battle is like that. The blood, the screaming, it freaks you out. I would know, it happened to me too. You may feel that you let us down by not fighting, but we all came out ok so no worries. You'll get used to it, and eventually, you'll be up front with Vist and me, killing the scum of the land.\" He put a reassuring hand on Bastiel's shoulder. \"Remember, we'll be right beside you.\" \n\nOOC: (Skill check: Profession (Pep-talk)....lol)"
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Bastiel Perral |Human|Favoured Soul|LVL 1|CG|M\nhp: 9 /9 |Init +0| Spd 30| AC/T/FF| 15/10/15|Light\n Melee Atk |+2 longsword|dmg: 1d8+2| Ranged Atk |N/A|dmg:N/A|\n SV|Fort +3| Ref +2| Will +5|\n STR 14| DEX 11| CON 13| INT 13| WIS 16| CHA 18[/table]Spells:\n{table]Level | Known | Per day | Bonus | Total | Used\n0 (DC:13)| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, light | 5 | - | 5 | 0\n1 (DC:14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 | 3 | 1 | 4 | 2\n[/table]\n \n\nHis lower lip quivers, but he keeps on a brave face. \"Eh... heh, thanks Patrick... I'll try to keep a stiff upper lip and all that. I've just... never seen anyone killed... or want to kill me... before...\" He looks around the room at the dead bodies, absently rubbing at the gash in his armour where he was skewered.\n\n "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Helpful DM reminder:\n\n I take this time to remind our players that the OOC tread is not just for witty banter and the such (not that I'm discouraging that lol). I also post game related Data and remind you to do so about things that you believe other characters should know about your character but it just hasn't come up in the IC. We have a pretty healthy OOC, but I would like to remind our less active posters to check there for things that might be important to the game.\n\nThanks."
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9\n\nBasura pretends not to notice that Patrick was whispering to Bastiel and continues to address Vist \"By your size and stature I dont think you are a pure blood Elf and I have always heard the elven high society was very blood based.\" "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " If they wern't thicker than me, both bodily and mentally, I'd leave their bodies behind and do this myself. Soon. Soon I will be capable of such things without the annoying baggage. Undeath is within my grasp...\n\n Balthazaar leans in the corner across from the door they are going to go through. He seems to be examing his hands and arms, clenching a fist, and relaxing, looking at both sides of the fleshy appendages and occasionally manifesting his dark energy again."
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": "Grom walks over to Balthazaar.\nWhispering in Elven: You are part elf are you not? or at least it seems as if you are trying to kill that part of you. why do you meddle in the dark arts? if you are a part of this brigande of adventurers, then you must be somewhat good. no? \n\nGrom leans against the same wall that Balthazaar just leaned aginst. He is using the most disarming body posture he can to try to get across to the dark man that he means no disrespect or that he is trying to pry into his business."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar stifles a slight laugh as Grom speaks to him.\n \"No need to speak in tounges, small one. I do not hide my motivations. As to the \"dark arts\", I do not meddle, I embrace them. And the better question is why don't you? The only diffrence from my spells and those of other, weaker minded individuals is the sacrifice I'm willing to make. Full devotion seperates me, and the others will have to deal with being incomptent.\"\n A sideways glance at Bastiel and Basura are not particularly hard to miss.\n \"And I have no loyalty to either of my races that comprimise my heritage, I will be rid of such mortal things soon. Reletevly anyway.\"\n Not nearly soon enough. \n "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:14/15 AC:19\n\nCaeradwyn stands to his full height and stretches his very un-elven sized shoulders, \"Ah be half hooman and there be noo laws that stoop mixed blooods in the high ranks joost a histoory oov racist distroost.\" "
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": "Grom aquires the same level in his voice as Balthazaar.\n So then, what happened to you that made you embrace the darkness? I was always taught that those living are there for a reason and that the dead should never come to unrest. am i wrong? \nGrom ponders for a moment reflecting back on the let downs in his life.\nMuttering to himself but loud enough for Balthazaar to hear: Why is he so angry when i have been through so much. fought so hard and gotten such a short distance? \nGrom slumps in a deep reverie."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " \"Life is wasted on the living. People cannot be trusted to do as told, or even to do as they should. They are blessed and should be gratful if I choose them to be my loyal underling. And what makes death or life so sacred? It's all just logical progression. Until someone exceptional, like me, comes by and is able to bend the law to his advantage. That's all I do, and intend to do.\"\n Balthazaar sighs after running through a gamut of emotions: Bitterness, anger, lamenting, matter-of-factly, then flat. Then a half-grin.\n \"I will not talk about my upbringing. Not right now. We have sparks to extinguish, vermin to exterminate.\"\n With a flair of his black robes, he walks purposfully to the door by Patrick, and opens it, bows exquisitely, and motions his hand into the opening to allow the rest to pass.\n \"After you, freinds .\" \n "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9\n\nBasura brings her crossbow up to her chest almost as if it will protect her and looks to Vist \"I believe you have become our front-guard so I wait for your powerful build to shield me in the coming progress.\" She gives a big-eyed look and pouts slightly at him before returning to her curious gaze that is now aimed at the unopened door.\n "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "Balthazaar attempts to open the door but he is unsuccessful because the handle will not turn."
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:14/15 AC:19\n\nCaeradwyn laughs his usual friendly laugh and says \"Soo foor a change oov pace why doont we try the oother dooor befoore i break woon doown.\" he then casually strolls to the other door and rests his hand very gently on the handle as if it were really fragile and turns to the others \"Be we all ready?\" "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Things didn't go according to his plan. It took all of his willpower to not turn around and touch Vist with a Charnel Touch, or perhaps show him true fear, or mabye an undead to combat him. This is undoubtedly how he would have handled it if they were alone, and it's how those women met their demise the last few weeks. But they were not, and he could easliy be overwhelmed.\n\nQuietly seething, and with a slight twitch of his eye, Balthazaar says nothing but moves to his previous spot behind they others as they begin to form around the other door."
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": "Grom looks up just in time to notice Balthazaars atempt at opening the door. He can see the rage in his face when he sees Vist laugh. He thinks back to his childhood remembering how the other children used to laugh at him because he could not keep up. he pulls his sword up to his face and reads the inscription on the handle. \" NETH NOGOTH MIN \" It was all confused to him. He shook his head and got his wits about him.\n\nGrom walks back to the others by the door eager to get out of the godforsaken tunnels."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": "Patrick\n\nAs he walked to the door, next to Vist, Patrick calmly said, \"Yeah, I'm ready\" .\n\nHe again readied his shield and his hammer, preparing for what lay beyond."
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9\n\nBasura walks over to the new door and stands just behind the men, she then leans over to Balthazaar and whispers for him only \" I do not think he intended that laugh for you, and I trust him to protect us as the front guard for those of us who work best from behind; it would be good to do likewise though you dont need to like him. \" She looks to the rest and proclaims \" Noble-swordsman I believe we are ready. \""
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " \"Don't worry, I don't. Open it already.\"\n\n Balthazaar hid nothing. He was annoyed, bored, and done with this room. \n "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:14/15 AC:19\n\nCaeradwyn watches all the preceedings with a smile and gives a slight head tilt and curious look to Balthazaars comment before asking \"Woould soomewoon grab thoose soonroods.\" and then he waits.\n\n [as soon as both rods are held and at least one is within 10 feet of the door] Vist proceeds, holding his shield ready and, with sword still in hand, attempts to open the door in front of him."
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9\n\nBasura goes over and picks up the remaining sunrod and while walking back to the door says with a bit of attitude \" May we proceed now? \""
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": " Yes, may we? \n\nIt is clearly visible to those in the group that something is getting to grom as he i9s getting snappy. maybe its the lack of fresh air, and being in this cave, or maybe it something else."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "The door opens with ease, but there is a slight stone on stone grinding sound. The cavern opens up to a wide hall way, approximately ten feet across. It is not evenly cut and the pathway curves out of sight.\n Map "
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": "Ziad Hp:6/6 AC:18\n\nLooks under Balthazaar arm. Makes a long whistling noise. So? Who wants to be the first to walk down the long dark spooky hallway? "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:14/15 AC:19\n\nCaeradwyn turns away from the door \"Bastiel, Ah knoow yoo be no cooward soo Ah ask that yoo hoold that light foor me as Ah take the froont doown the hall; Patrick, if yoo doont mind please walk with me.\" He then turns and walks through the door and a few steps up the hall. [now in (F,23)]"
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9\n\nBasura quickly ducks into the hall behind Vist and moves to the corner [E,21] where she stands with the crossbow in her hand ready to switch over and use it and the sunrod held high to light the hallway for the others who have yet to come.\n\n[Basura sticks at the back of the group and follows until otherwise noted]"
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": "Patrick HP: 14/14 AC: 19\n\n\"Alright,\" he replied as he fell in step beside Vist.\n\n[stays on either side of Vist (whichever the hallway allows) until something exciting happens, and I post again]"
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Bastiel Perral |Human|Favoured Soul|LVL 1|CG|M\nhp: 9 /9 |Init +0| Spd 30| AC/T/FF| 15/10/15|Light\n Melee Atk |+2 longsword|dmg: 1d8+2| Ranged Atk |N/A|dmg:N/A|\n SV|Fort +3| Ref +2| Will +5|\n STR 14| DEX 11| CON 13| INT 13| WIS 16| CHA 18[/table]Spells:\n{table]Level | Known | Per day | Bonus | Total | Used\n0 (DC:13)| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, light | 5 | - | 5 | 0\n1 (DC:14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 | 3 | 1 | 4 | 2\n[/table]\n \n\n \"Uh... yeah, sure... like this?\" He stands behind Patrick and Vist, holding his shield hand up to shine the sunrod's light over their heads a bit, lighting the way for them. He felt a bit better with people closeby, but found himself feeling guilty for feeling better when he comrades were in more immediate danger. "
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": " Ziad Hp:6/6 AC:18\n\nZiad looks up at the party seeing them focusing and thinking about what our next action is going to be. Ok fine. You know you guys,you dont have to beg ill be point man even with my small squishy figure and all. Ziad readys his crossbow and sneaks into the room.(Move Silently/Hide check?) [moves to (E,21)] Ziad then looks down the tunnel and trys to listen.\n\n Move Silently -23\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=980740 \n Hide -27\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=980749 \n Spot -7 =(\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=980958 \n Listen -20\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=980955 \n(I accidentally rolled under no one =( )"
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "The party proceeds to wander up the hallway, until you run into an exposed hole in the ground. It appears to be a trap that has already been sprung. As you peer into the depths it appears to be a pit of indeterminable depth, you can see a slight glint of metal down there and what appears to be some kind of humanoid bodies thought you cant make out what they are, and your light can't pierce the depths. The pit takes up the entire hall way, except for a slight ledge that runs along the right hand wall.\n Map "
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": "(You didnt say anything about my skill checks!!)"
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:14/15 AC:19\n\nCaeradwyn walks past the halfling and up the hall clearly presuming that all are following him.\n\n[i stay within light should it fall behind]"
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": " Ziad HP:6/6 AC:18\n\n Oh hey im so glad the warrior decided to tag along. Once Caeradwyn walks past Pompus egotistical elf. "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9\n\nBasura follows vist as stated but as she passes Ziad she runs her arm into his head \" Oh, woops, I'm so sorry, didn't see you down there. \" and once a little beyond him, but where he can for sure hear \" Obnoxious thieving halfling... \""
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": "Elven: Its a shame that he didnt fall into that trap. It would have been a beautiful sight with the blood and the screaming... "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:14/15 AC:19\n\nCaeradwyn, upon reaching the trap, presses himself against the wall and skirts the edge (1d20+3=8) of it."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Bastiel Perral |Human|Favoured Soul|LVL 1|CG|M\nhp: 9 /9 |Init +0| Spd 30| AC/T/FF| 15/10/15|Light\n Melee Atk |+2 longsword|dmg: 1d8+2| Ranged Atk |N/A|dmg:N/A|\n SV|Fort +3| Ref +2| Will +5|\n STR 14| DEX 11| CON 13| INT 13| WIS 16| CHA 18[/table]Spells:\n{table]Level | Known | Per day | Bonus | Total | Used\n0 (DC:13)| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, light | 5 | - | 5 | 0\n1 (DC:14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 | 3 | 1 | 4 | 2\n[/table]\n \n\nBastiel peers over the front-liners' shoulders into the hole. \"Um, shouldn't we see if anyone's alive down there?\" "
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": "Ziad holds his lip seeing his own blood. Thanks for that He slumps down to the ground looking downward into his lap. His hair covering his face. He gives a smirk."
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:14/15 AC:19\n\nCaeradwyn responds to Bastiels question, \"Soomething tells me Ah knoow the answer aleady, and if Ah be wroong then Ah doon't think we woont too meet whatever it be.\" "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": "Patrick\n\nPatrick follows Vist along the edge, but much slower.\n\n(Take 10... that's a score of 13)"
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "(Note the DC is ten and you all can take 10 on your roll so don't worry about crossing the path, you cant fall) just worry about whats in the pit and whats beyond it =-)"
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Bastiel Perral |Human|Favoured Soul|LVL 1|CG|M\nhp: 9 /9 |Init +0| Spd 30| AC/T/FF| 15/10/15|Light\n Melee Atk |+2 longsword|dmg: 1d8+2| Ranged Atk |N/A|dmg:N/A|\n SV|Fort +3| Ref +2| Will +5|\n STR 14| DEX 11| CON 13| INT 13| WIS 16| CHA 18[/table]Spells:\n{table]Level | Known | Per day | Bonus | Total | Used\n0 (DC:13)| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, light | 5 | - | 5 | 0\n1 (DC:14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 | 3 | 1 | 4 | 2\n[/table]\n \n\nThe would-be swordsman blinks at Caerdwyn's response, and watches as he and most of the rest shuffle around the pit. Lingering behind a moment, he hums to himself. There could be someone half-alive down there... or half... He gulps at the prospect of the rest of that sentence, kneeling down next to the edge cautiously, extending the sunrod into the darkness.\n\n[OOC:] Can I see anything? I'm thinking it's armour, and if it is... that'd be cool, free loot :D\n "
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": " Come along Bastiel. Whatever is down there is best left down there. Probably not worth the effort anyways. Grom says as he looks back at bastiel. He has a very unsettling grin on his face. If you look closely you can see the clean braid of his beard is starting to come undone and there are small specks of blood on it."
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:14/15 AC:19\n\nCaeradwyn keeps walking up the hallway as if the rest hadn't stopped to debate the pit they know nothing about."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar follows up the rear, last in line to go across.\n\n One little push, that's all it'd take. It would look like they slipped! Hm, Mabye if it was someone else, like that Vist! I know he laughed at me, I don't care what the others say! Or that fire mage. No mabye involved for him, I'd do it without a second thought. I shall find him someday, and make his corpse serve me well...\n\n As he finishes his transversal, he looks rather distracted..."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n{table] Bastiel Perral |Human|Favoured Soul|LVL 1|CG|M\nhp: 9 /9 |Init +0| Spd 30| AC/T/FF| 15/10/15|Light\n Melee Atk |+2 longsword|dmg: 1d8+2| Ranged Atk |N/A|dmg:N/A|\n SV|Fort +3| Ref +2| Will +5|\n STR 14| DEX 11| CON 13| INT 13| WIS 16| CHA 18[/table]Spells:\n{table]Level | Known | Per day | Bonus | Total | Used\n0 (DC:13)| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, light | 5 | - | 5 | 0\n1 (DC:14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 | 3 | 1 | 4 | 2\n[/table]\n \n\nBastiel rubs at the back of his head uneasily, giving up the attempt that no one else endorses. He makes his way around the edge of the pit and jogs up to reassume his position. \"Sorry 'bout that guys, thought I'd see if there was anyone still breathing down there... doesn't look like it, though... What a dismal place, this is...\" "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n \"I do not like the feeling I get from this place after that pit...It seems more evil in here now.\" As an after thought, Patrick looks over his shoulder and sees Balthazaar walking closesly behind him. 'Maybe it wasn't the pit,' he thought."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral\n \n Spoiler \n{table] Bastiel Perral |Human|Favoured Soul|LVL 1|CG|M\nhp: 9 /9 |Init +0| Spd 30| AC/T/FF| 15/10/15|Light\n Melee Atk |+2 longsword|dmg: 1d8+2| Ranged Atk |N/A|dmg:N/A|\n SV|Fort +3| Ref +2| Will +5|\n STR 14| DEX 11| CON 13| INT 13| WIS 16| CHA 18[/table]Spells:\n{table]Level | Known | Per day | Bonus | Total | Used\n0 (DC:13)| detect magic, cure minor wounds, create water, light | 5 | - | 5 | 0\n1 (DC:14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 | 3 | 1 | 4 | 2\n[/table]\n \n\n \"Can anyone look around and see if there's more of those pits?\" He uneasily taps the floor with his sword. \"I don't feel entirely safe anymore...\" "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:14/15 AC:19\n\nCaeradwyn maintains his speed and without looking back says in cheerful but hushed voice \"Ah be keeping my eyes sharp foor anything oout oov the oordoonary; and Ah hoope yoo all be dooing the same.\" "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "As Vist proceeds up the hall the is a soft but distinct \"click\". Only seconds later a large spear fires out of a secret compartment only feet from Vist's flank. Vist is caught unaware and is unable to avoid the spear, but it barely strikes through his side before continuing on and landing harmlessly in the corner.\n\nVist takes 1 damage\n\n map "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar's eyes are wide for a few seconds as the man in front of him is hit by the trap, then he grins.\n Exactly why I bring these people. \n\nHe will follow the party down the hall."
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": " Ziad \n\nZiad sighs. I can already see how this is going to go. Please excuse me. Ziad makes his way to the front of the group and stands next to Caeradwyn and looks at himw while he gives a slight smile and rubs off the blood from his lip.\n\n(Search= 25 http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=995931 )"
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:13/15 AC:19\n\nCaeradwyn gasps, flinches, and grabs his side for a moment but then squeezes the wound as if to close it and says while he proceeds to walk forward: \"Ah doo believe we doo need too be loooking foor moore than pits in this place.\" "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 14/14 AC:19\n\n \"Wow, that looked like it stung. You sure you don't want me to take the lead, Vist?\" \n Patrick hoisted his shield up, preparing for any thing that might lash out at him. "
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": " Ziad \n\nZiad turns to the party and whispers Ok im going to sneak ahead and check things out. If I dont come back in a few minutes...come find me (and with that he gives a smile) \n\n(( Move Silently= 22 http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=996675) )\n(( Hide= 15 http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=996689) )"
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:13/15 AC:19\n\nCaeradwyn stops his forward movement and says \"Ah be fine still, Patrick. Alright, Scrood, boot if yoo find troouble call oos and we will be there oon the doouble.\" "
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": " Ziad Hp:6 AC:18 \n\nZiad looks back for a second. Dont worry Caeradwyn(he gives a 10 cent grin) If anything happens you can bet on me halling ass. "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "As Ziad proceeds to creep along he gets about halfway down the hall way when the floor suddenly gives out. As the covering tile gives in Ziad is able to reach out a hand and grab the edge of the pit saving him self. He hoists himself up out of the pit."
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": " Ziad \n\nZiad steps a few steps back from the hole and then proceeds down the hall."
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:13/15 AC:19\n\nCaeradwyn walks up to the pit gesturing the light bearers forward and, staying clear of the edge, tries to look into the hole."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral\n\n Bastiel moves up alongside Vist, holding the sunrod high and outward to shine down the pit. \n "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "The Pit is about five feet by five feet, and about ten feet deep and the only thing in it is the shattered pit covering. About 10 feet away, down the hall, is another large door but this one is only made out of wood.\n\n Map "
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": " Ziad \n\nHe creeps to the door and briefly looks it over and creeps back to the other side of the hole and whispers to the others while resting on one knee. There is a door ahead. Im going to check it out further if thats ok? If not please voice your opinon? Ziad creeps over to the door and tries to look through the key hole if their is one then if their is not one he will check under the door (cracks,w/e if able to see through or around the door he tries) He then will check for traps.\n(( Searching for traps on or around door = 25 http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=999612) )\n\n\nAfter a few minutes Ziad creeps back to the hole. Ok I hear some noice from inside but I cant understand what is being said can someone come with me who can possibly translate? "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:13/15 AC:19\n\nCaeradwyn says quietly \"Ah will try.\" And attempts to move silently (1d20-1=9) up to the door but fails miserably. Once at the door he tries to hear anything he can."
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9\n\nAt Vist's noiseyness Basura lays her Crossbow over her forearm, where she can continue to hold up the sunrod, and aims it at the door a little nervously, while she whispers to no-one in particular, \" Think anything heard that? \" "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 14/14 AC: 19\n\n \"I certainly hope not...\" He looked around quickly, scanning the room. He then looked to the door, and readied himself for anything."
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:13/15 AC:19\n\nUpon approaching the door and hearing nothing, Caeradwyn decides he must have caused to much noise and alerted whatever was beyond to his presence. So he suddenly braces and tries to kick in the door (1d20+3=9) "
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": " Ziad AC:18 HP:6/6 \n\nWhen Caeradwyn clunks up to the door Ziad slaps his face in disappointment and when he trys to kick open the door Ziads jaw drops and his face looks horrified. (he says under his breath while retreating into the shadows) Imbucile! \n (( Hide = 17 http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1004061) )\n\n(( Move Silently = *im a short sneaking god!!* 30 http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1004065) )\n\n((Initiative? = 16 http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1004250 \n "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "Vist Kicks the door but his foot only makes a whole in the door. When he retracts his foot he sees the point of a sharp bolt as it is fired at him. It bounces of shield but not by much."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 14/14 AC: 19\n\nHearing the door being broken and the clang of metal on metal Patrick runs to the door, silence forgotten.\n\n[Edit]: Initiative = 1d20+7=10 "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:13/15 AC:19\n[ initiative (1d20+3=20) ]\n\nCaeradwyn steps back from the door five feet and prepares should anything come through at him in the meantime yelling \"We have coompany!\"\n\n [readied action; attack (1d20+4=19, 1d10+3=12) at anything that comes within range] \n "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral\n HP: 9/9 \n AC/T/FF: 15/10/15\n\n Gritting his teeth and gripping tightly onto his hilt and shield/sunrod, he stands as ready as he can. Oh no... not again!\n\n Initiative: 4 "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Balthazaar HP: 9/9 AC: 16 \n Init: (1d20+3=15) \n\nAs Vist kicks the door, It's Balthazaar's turn to laugh.\n \"Haha, overestimate yourself a little there?\"\n\n He will begin to make his way to the front part of the group, stopping before passing Patrick and Vist.\n\n((Bsically, he want to be the second wave without standing in crossbow LoS right now.))\n "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:13/15 AC:19\n\n \"Doon't woory Bastiel, we will hoold oour groound toogether and defeat them whatever they may be.\" "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9\n Initiative (1d20+2=10) \n \" Vist, why can't you be at least a little tactful? \" Basura holds her crossbow ready and waits for the doors to be opened. "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:13/15 AC:19 Init:20\n\nCaeradwyn looks taken aback for a moment before laughing over his shoulder, \"Ah doo be tactfool boot my tactics be thoose oov coombat noot thoose oov quiet.\" "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Round 1\n INIT order\n Visturon\n Gromilium \n Ziad\n Monster Group 3\nMonster Group 2\n Patrick\n Basura\n Balthazaar\n Bastiel\n Monster Group 1\n\n Vist is able to move back, While Grom runs to move within striking distance of his chain. Ziad flattens himself against the wall just in time for the tip of a long spear point to come poking through the hole Vist made. It is aimed for Vist but comes up short and Vist is able to dodge it easily. Patrick , Basura , and Balthazaar all move to get in better position, but Bastiel hangs back, timid of more combat.\n\n Map \n "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:13/15 AC:19 Init:20\n\nCaeradwyn steps forward and once more tries to kick the doors (1d20+3=9) off their hinges, his kick however goes astray and the strength of his mighty leg may as well never have existed."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\nHoisting his shield in front of himself, Patrick charges at the door, attempting to knock it open with sheer force of weight and momentum.\n\n(Upon turn, he charges at the door. Charging the door (1d20+2=16) If successful, he bursts through the door and attacks the nearest threatning thing) "
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": "(Side note to DM: as stated before, Grom has out his elven short sword now.)\nGrom readies himself as he quietly starts muttering to himself uncomprehensible things under his breath."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar will wait by the side of the door, ready to go in after his resident meatshields to start his fighting.\n((Delay until after Ziad next round. Don't forget that changes my order fr the rest of the fight...))"
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral\n HP: 9/9 \n AC/T/FF: 15/10/15 \n\n\nClenching his jaws firmly together, Bastiel takes in a deep breath, worming his way around his companions to bring himself and his light as close to the frontline as possible, quivering visibly from the uncharacteristic boldness.\n\n[OOC: Moving to D46, I assume I can get there, sorta press up against the wall?]"
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Round 1 1/2\n INIT order\n Visturon (-6) \n Gromilium \n Ziad\n Monster Group 3\nMonster Group 2\n Patrick\n Basura\n Balthazaar\n Bastiel\n Monster Group 1\n continue after Patrick's turn \n Vist again tries to break down the door but puts only another hole through it. Grom and Ziad prepare themselves but do nothing more. A few blows are traded through the door and a spear takes Vist in the side. Patrick charges the door and leaps over the pit and crashes through the door. As Patrick breaks down the door you can see that this cave is very well illuminated and very well manned. Patrick runs head long in to a rather large, and furry, Orc ; that tries to take a rather large chunk out of him. There are a few other Orcs and a couple of Goblins , but the most interesting thing is that there is a solitary Hobgoblin holding a vicious looking blade to the throat of a bound and gaged Gnome. \"Drop your weapons Humans or the Gnome will die a slow, painful, and bloody death.\" He smiles a bit when he says that.\n\n Map \n\n((Note: Fenria what does Patrick do after breaking through door, everyone else pick up after Patrick's turn.)) "
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": " Ziad Ac:18 HP:6/6 \n\nZiad jumps out and fires at the hobgoblin. [I held my action every turn since I hid, waiting for this moment]\n\n ((Crossbow attack = 26)) http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1031732 \n\n((Crit Confirm = 26(OOC: omfg)) http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1031736 \n\n((Grand Strike Confirm? = 20(darn)) http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1031741 \n\n((Crossbow Damage = 11 )) http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1031750 \n\n((Sneak Attack = 5 )) http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1031769 \n "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9\n\nBasura fires at the creature that is most available to fire at (if any) and then proceeds to reload her crossbow.\n\n Shot at creature (1d20+2=17, 1d6=1) "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Round 2\n INIT order \n Visturon (-6) \n Gromilium \n Balthazaar \n Monster Group 3 \n Patrick (-10) \n Ziad \n Basura \n Bastiel \n Monster Group 1 \n Vist again tries to break down the door but puts only another hole through it. Grom and Ziad prepare themselves, but do nothing more. A few blows are traded through the door and a spear takes Vist in the side (-6). Patrick charges the door and leaps over the pit and crashes through the door. As Patrick breaks down the door you can see that this cave is very well illuminated and very well manned. Patrick runs head long in to a rather large, and furry, Orc ; that tries to take a rather large chunk out of him and succeeds, stabbing him with his spear just before Patrick rams into him (-6); knocking him back several feet. There are a few other Orcs and a couple of Goblins , but the most interesting thing is that there is a solitary Hobgoblin holding a vicious looking blade to the throat of a bound and gaged Gnome. \"Drop your weapons Humans or the Gnome will die a slow, painful, and bloody death.\" He smiles a bit when he says that. As soon as he finishes those words Ziad pops around the corner and puts a bolt right between the eyes, dropping the hobgoblin to the ground instantly, in a spewing fountain of blood. Basura moves around to behind Vist and fires at the Orc that was pushed back, but does only minimal damage. Balthazaar and Bastiel make minor movements but do little else. Without the Hobgoblin leader, the Goblins panic. They rush forward and Patrick and Ziad each get attacked by two Goblins but the only one that hits does little damage to Patrick (-4). \n Map "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 4/14 AC: 19\n\nPatrick took the abuse stoically, shouting warcrys and insults as he went. But, realizing that he was far more injured than he'd like to be, he raised his shield and became extra cautious.\n\n(Full Round Defense...-4 to attack, +2 to AC....AC:21)"
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral\n HP: 9/9 \n AC/T/FF: 15/10/15 \n \"P-patrick!\" Gritting his teeth as he sees his comrade skewered rather badly, he edges forward, in an attempt to get to the front lines.\n\n[Moving to E46, not much else he can do...]"
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "If Vist drops a goblin, Balthazaar will move to melee where he can in it's place and deliver his touch attack again.\n\n 1d20+2=21, 1d8=6 \n\nIf there are no openings, he will move up to E 46 to wait for an opening."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 4/14 AC: 19\n\n(Taking Full Defense stance: AC: 23)\n\nPatrick hunkers down behind his shield...staring down the monsters in the room..."
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:7/15 AC:19 Init:20\n\nCaeardwyn holds himself ready to move and holds his sword high but only speaks, \"Scrood, Patrick, woon oov yoo move soo Ah can coot a path intoo this rooom foor oos all.\" \n\n[delay until a space opens up in front of Caeradwyn]"
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 4/14 AC:23\n\n \"Here Vist!\" \n\n(Patrick switches places with Vist, now at E,45)"
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:7/15 AC:19 Init:20\n\nCaeradwyn switches with Patrick and brings his sword in for a brutal attack at the injured orc. (1d20+4=15, 1d10+3=10) While attacking he yells [elven]:\" Death is who I am to you !\"\n\n[switch constitutes Patrick using his turn to take a five foot step into my square; I was not at that time in combat so its ok, and because he can't end his turn in an occupied square the rules state he may make an opposed strength check to force the other occupant out however a willing occupant may freely take a five foot step to another square so long as it is unoccupied.]"
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": " Ziad Hp:6/6 AC:18 \n\nZiad smirks when he kills the hobgoblin with one shot showing that he is not useless. He turns and trys to stab the monster next to him [F,47]\n\n ((Attack = 14)) http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1045030 \n\n((Damage = 2)) http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1045052 "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 4/14 AC: 19\n\n \"Bastiel! Have you any healing power left? I am rather eager to rejoine the fight...\" "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral\n HP: 9/9 \n AC/T/FF: 15/10/15 \nWincing, as he had hoped to keep it a secret, he timidly calls out around the corner. \"I-I can't get to you!\" "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9\n\nBasura reloads her crossbow and fires at the closest visible enemy. attack at available enemy (1d20+2=13, 1d6=3) \n\n[If unable to fire from current position, Basura will reload and ready to fire whenever an opponent comes into a position able to be fired upon]"
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Round 3 \n INIT order \n Gromilium \n Monster Group 3 \n Patrick (-9) \n Visturon (-3) \n Balthazaar \n Ziad \n Basura \n Bastiel \n Monster Group 1 \n Vist not being able to do anything productive, waits for an opening in combat. Grom , again, is only barely able to see his opponents, but is forced out of the fight. The two Orcs with falchions take the place of the one with the spear and they all attack; two attacking at Patrick and one at Ziad , who killed their leader, but luckily for them all three attacks miss. Patrick becomes aware of his grievous wounds and attempts to defend himself, retreating behind himself and switching places with Vist who was waiting for the opening. While Patrick attempts to flee he leaves himself open to attacks from multiple enemies take serious wounds and falling unconscious. Vist takes this opening to attack the Orc that just badly injured his compatriot, dropping the beast to the ground. Balthazaar waits for an opening he hoped the warriors would make , and when one appears he takes full advantage rushing in to fill the void. Grabbing the Goblin next to him, on the face, his hand is once again surrounded by a dark purple glow. The Goblin screams in pain and falls to his knees almost to the point of passing out but not quite. Ziad drops his crossbow and draws his sword attempting to stick it into one of the nearby Goblins but is unable to score a proper hit. Basura reloads and fires again at the Orc , but because of the close proximity of her allies she misses her target. Bastiel moves up in order to better assist his teammates. The Goblins , still in a panic, continue to press the attack. One hits Vist but Ziad dodges both blows easily. \n Map "
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": " Ziad Ac:18 HP:6/6 \n\nZiad will try to tumble through [F,47] which will place me in [F,48] (Can I get a sneak attack afterwards?)\n\n ((Tumble: 22)) http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1054966 \n\n((Attack: 7)) http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1055056 "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:4/15 AC:19 Init:20\n\nCaeradwyn launches a brutal attack at orc (1d20+4=23, 1d10+3=5) in (G46). critical threat (1d20+4=12) "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral\n HP: 9/9 \n AC/T/FF: 15/10/15 \nPeeking his head around the doorframe, Bastiel looks, wide-eyed, at the veritible swarm of baddies attacking his friends. With all the flailing limbs, shields, and weapons, the frightened (un)favoured soul stands his ground, waiting for an opportunity to move out and heal Patrick as requested.\n\n[OOC: Holding action until a space opens up... Ziad's tumble was unsuccessful, unfortunately]"
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Balthazaar 9/9 AC:16 \n \"There, there, little one. It will all be over soon. \nBalthazaar grins wickedly as he discharges his dark energy into the creature. He fires it up again, and will attempt to finish another\n\n((5-foot step to H 44, attack closest))\n Touch an dmg: (1d20+2=19, 1d8=6) "
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9\n\nBasura suddenly shouts in a panicked voice \" Someone help Patrick or he'll die! \" and suddenly she holds out her arm and draws some strange pattern in the air and a ball of purple light flies from her fingertips and strikes the orc that wields the longspear.[H45] magic missile vs orc (1d4+1=4) "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral\n HP: 9/9 \n AC/T/FF: 15/10/15 \n Spells: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Level|Known|Per day|Bonus|Total|Used\n0 (DC: 13)| create water, cure minor wounds, light, detect magic |5|-|5|0\n1 (DC: 14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 |3|1|4|2\n[/table]\n \n\nEyes widening in horror as he sees his friend sprawled out before him, air escaping Patrick's lungs as quickly as the life seeping from his body, he clenches his teeth, tears streaming down his face as he throws his inhibitions to the four winds. \"O Heironeous, help me heal the righteous!\" Laying a shaking, gloved shieldhand upon Patrick's chest, he lets the power of his patron deity channel through him and into the injured warrior, this being the first time he's ever openly displayed his healing abilities since he's been on his own.\n\n[ Casting cure light wounds .\n Healing (1d8+3=5) ]"
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 0/14 AC: 19\n\nGasping for breath, Patrick lurches to his feet the instant Bastiel's spell takes affect. He does it so spontaniously, as if his muscles are still trying to keep him at the ready. But he wobbled and staggered backward a few steps before he regained his composure. Placing a hand on Bastiel's shoulder he said, \"You did good, Bastiel. Thank you. I'm out for this fight, you go have fun. Kill a couple of the buggers for me.\" With that, he pushed Bastiel back towards the fight.\""
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Round 4 \n INIT order \n Gromilium \n Monster Group 3 \n Patrick (+5) \n Visturon \n Balthazaar \n Ziad \n Basura \n Bastiel \n Monster Group 1 \n Grom , again, is unable to assist in the fight. The Orc with falchion and the one with the spear both take a shot at Vist but both are unable to hit. Patrick is barely alive. Vist scores a solid hit but does not do enough damage to render his foe unconscious. Balthazaar reaches out with his dark energy again, attacking the Orc with the spear, but the Orc is able to remain standing. Ziad attempts to roll behind his opponent but fails and leaves himself open to and attack, that luckily misses. Basura fires off one of her mysterious magic spells, which hits the spear wielding Orc in the chest knocking him off his feet. Bastiel moves up and restores Patrick back to life, bring him to the brink of consciousness. The Goblins continue to attack. One attacking Vist and two attacking Ziad but all three blows miss. \n Map "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:4/15 AC:19 Init:20\n\nCaeradwyn follows up his attack with another attempt to slay the monster. (1d20+4=22, 1d10+3=8) And upon the foe falling to the ground, he steps over the corpse to occupy its position in the fight and his step ends by turning to face the little goblin, [Elven]: \" Yoo be next oon my list oov death. \"\n\n[attack at orc in (G46); five foot step and commentary]"
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\nPatrick spends the rest of the fight leaning against the wall behind his companions, cursing his ill luck."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral\n HP: 9/9 \n AC/T/FF: 15/10/15 \n Spells: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Level|Known|Per day|Bonus|Total|Used\n0 (DC: 13)| create water, cure minor wounds, light, detect magic |5|-|5|0\n1 (DC: 14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 |3|1|4|3\n[/table]\n \n\nThe damage done, Bastiel clenches his teeth. \"You're not out of this fight yet, Patrick!\" Keeping his shield hand on the staggered warrior, he once more calls upon the energy of his deity, a soft glow pouring into him as he heals him again.\n\n Healing, again! (1d8+3=7) "
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": " Ziad Hp:6/6 AC:18 \n\nZiad feeling stupid for not making the tumble will try to slash the goblin in front of him while yelling. Its a trap!!! \n ((Attack = 4)) http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1068548 "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 7/14 AC: 19\n\n \"Thank you, Bastiel! Ziad! How do you figure it as a trap?\" "
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": " Ziad Hp:6/6 AC:18 \n Its a trap because our gnome friend over there says it is! "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "((Note that when Ziad shouts out after his turn 2 bugbears come around the corner down the hall way.))"
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:4/15 AC:19 Init:20\n\n \"It be a trap oonly if we be oover poowered; and Ah goot a goood bit oov fight left in me! Stand by me and we will win, or Ah will die defending yoo!\" "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 7/14 AC: 19\n\n\"We've got company! Bugbears in the back!\" Turning to meet this new threat, Patrick moves to engage it.\n\n(moving towards bugbears...)"
},
{
"author": "Kirstin",
"message": " Basura AC:12 HP:9/9\n\nBasura turns and reloads her crossbow for a horrible shot at the nearest bugbear. \" We need to get out of this alive, All of us alive, Vist! \"\n\n attack at closest bugbear (1d20+2=9, 1d6=6) "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 7 AC: 19\n\n(Upon turn, he moves to and engages one of the bugbears\n\n Swing at Bugbear; Damage (1d20+4=19, 1d8+2=7) \n\n)"
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Blathazaar focuses his attention to the monster closest to him and manifests his evil attack once again.\n Charnel Touch: (1d20+2=18, 1d8=3) \n\n((If I can do so without AoOs, move to I 47 after.))"
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": "Grom turns to face the beats while shouting at his comrades I AM NOT OUTTA THIS FIGHT!! \n\nGrom attacks the beast nearest (1d20+2=7, 1d6+2=3) with his sword only to miss horribly."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Round 5 \n INIT order \n Monster Group 3 \n Visturon (-3) \n Balthazaar \n Ziad (-6) \n Monster Group 4 \n Gromilium (-13) \n Basura \n Bastiel \n Patrick (+7) \n Monster Group 1 \n Grom , with no enemies to fight yet, is unable to assist in the fight. The last Orc strikes out at Vist but had no chance to hit. Patrick is at minimal health. Vist slays his opponent but when he maneuvers him self a Goblin tries to attack is unprotected back (luckily he misses). Balthazaar reaches out with his dark energy ,again, attacking the nearest Goblin but it is able to remain standing. Ziad Yells to the party while making a pathetic attack. As he yells you see two large Bugbears coming down the hall way you just came down. They attack Grom doing a large amount of damage ( 3, 10 ) dropping him to the ground. Grom is now bleeding and losing life. Basura reloads and fires a crossbow bolt at the lead Bugbear but misses. Bastiel stays to restore most of Patrick's life. In a bright white flash Patrick jumps up and runs to defend the rear attacking the Bugbear that Basura missed. He hits but the brute doesn't seem to notice the hit and is only minorly wounded. The Goblins continue to attack. One attacking Vist , one attacking Ziad , and the other attacking Balthazaar . The attack at Balthazaar misses but the others hit. \n map "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " \"Haha! Pathetic mortals.\" \n\nSame attacks:\n Touch attack: (1d20+2=18, 1d8=3) "
},
{
"author": "Visturon",
"message": " Caeradwyn HP:4/15 AC:19 Init:20\n\nCaeradwyn once more slashes at the goblin (1d20+4=6, 1d10+3=11) but slashes wildly into the air missing."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 7/14 AC: 19\n\nPatrick attacks the bugbear again,\n\n Attack and damage (1d20+4=20, 1d8+2=4) \n\nbut it is only a glancing blow."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral\n HP: 9/9 \n AC/T/FF: 15/10/15 \n Spells: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Level|Known|Per day|Bonus|Total|Used\n0 (DC: 13)| create water, cure minor wounds, light, detect magic |5|-|5|0\n1 (DC: 14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 |3|1|4|3\n[/table]\n \n\nThe euphoria of his deity's power still coursing through his veins, Bastiel grits his teeth, stepping forward to help finish off the goblins, taking a literal stab at the one right next to the doorway.\n\n Moving to F45 \nMoving to C43\n Attacking Hobgoblin in C42(1d20+2=17, 1d8+2=8) \nTo-hit: 17\nDamage: 8\n If Balthazaar already takes him out, then bastiel will attack the next-nearest one. \nEdited because if Bastiel saw Grom go down, he'd go and help him instead of the others."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Round 6 \n INIT order \n Visturon (-1) \n Balthazaar \n Ziad \n Monster Group 4 \n Gromilium \n Basura \n Bastiel \n Patrick \n Monster Group 1 \n Vist attacks at one of the Goblins but had no chance to hit. Balthazaar reaches out with his dark energy, again, attacking the nearest Goblin , and he injures it further, but it is able to remain standing. Ziad just stands there, he must be frightened by the two massive Bugbears that came down the hall way. Both Bugbears attack Patrick , but through some miracle they both miss. Grom remains on the floor but his wounds don't appear to have gotten any worse, he might have self stabilized. Basura cant seem to get a clear shot because of her allies so she reloads and waits patiently. Bastiel moves to protect Grom's life, and actually lands a hit but it is barely a scratch as far as the Bugbear is concerned. Patrick makes another attack but it is unsuccessful. The Goblins continue to attack. One attacking Vist , one attacking Ziad , and the other attacking Balthazaar . Only the attack on Vist is successful, luckily doing minimal damage . \n map "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " I grow weary of this foolishness! \n\nBalthazaar unsheathes the blade of his scyth and swings it at the goblin violently, if a little reckless.\n\n Scythe Attack: (1d20+3=13, 2d4+2=10) \n((Had scythe stats messed up regarding 2H weilding, actually attack of 12, dmg 11, not that that probably hits...))"
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral\n HP: 9/9 \n AC/T/FF: 15/10/15 \n Spells: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Level|Known|Per day|Bonus|Total|Used\n0 (DC: 13)| create water, cure minor wounds, light, detect magic |5|-|5|0\n1 (DC: 14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 |3|1|4|4\n[/table]\n \n\nTears, not really of sorrow, but from the adrenaline wreaking havoc on his senses, flow down his cheeks, gritting his teeth as he tries to fight back the gag reflex of having another creature's blood all over his sword. He ***** [ OOC: They edit out \"c-o-c-k\" ??? ] his arm back and gives another infuriated hack at the beast in front of him. \"A-aaaAAAHH!!!\" \n Attacking Bugbear in C42, again! (1d20+2=16, 1d8+2=9) \nTo-hit: 16\nDamage: 9"
},
{
"author": "slevin",
"message": "(waiting for me?!?!wtf? lol...)\nGrom lies on the floor unconsious.\n\n(there...ya happy?😛)"
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick HP: 7/14 AC: 19\n\nPatrick attacks the same Bugbear he attacked last turn.\n\n http://=http://invisiblecastle.com/f...3=22, 1d8+2=3) "
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": " Ziad \n\nZiad, shakes his head getting out of his dazed state. Gnomish: Die, you barbaric slime! .\n\nZiad trys to shoot a bugbear.\n\n Crossbow attack 1d20+5=23 \n\n Crossbow damage 1d6=1 "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "(ok so this is what happens as far as the rest of battle is concerned)\n\nVist just cant keep up with all the attacks and since Bastiel is out of healing he eventually gets taken out by the rest of the goblins. Balthazaar manages to hold his own with the goblins but when he learns of the Bugbears he attacks Basura, killing her, as a diversion and tries to run. Unable to flee he gets knocked unconscious. The bugbears continue to press the attack killing Ziad and severely injuring Patrick till he passes out. Grom is still passed out but stable. And Bastiel passes out out of fear when all his other allies appear."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "When you wake up (you being the before mentioned four)\n\nYou awake in the same room that you were last in. you see that the bodies of your friends and foes alike are still in the room but all pulled together in a pile. You don't know how long you have been out but the bodies are starting to stink. When you awake your noticed that you are all bound and gagged and that you no longer have any of your possessions (including normal clothing). The first thing you can see is that the lighting of the room has been severely reduced but you can make out three humanoid shapes some distance in front of you."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar's eyes flick open quickly.\n Death? No. Not for me. Excellent. \nHe tilts his head down, noticing his ((Almost? I assume we're not totally naked?)) extremely pale body.\n This is less fortunate. Or perhaps... \nHe remembers a slight side effect of his delving into dark spells. He wriggles and moves and attempts to get out of the ropes binding him to the other disgusting, un-clothed, and bloody beings.\n Escape Artist (1d20+5=25) \n\n((Yay! Natural 20! Too bad its a skill check, and not automatic success))"
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\nPatrick slid into conciousness slowly, his eyes coming into focus as if he had woken from a long, long sleep. His head ached where the bugbears had made their mark. He could smell the decaying bodies around him and the smell of blood and infection was everywhere.\n\nWhen his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, he chanced a glance around the room. As he looked around him to see who was alive, his head was washed over in pain. He let out a slight moan of pain, before lying still and hoping the figures in the room did not hear the noise."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral\n \n Spells: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Level|Known|Per day|Bonus|Total|Used\n0 (DC: 13)| create water, cure minor wounds, light, detect magic |5|-|5|0\n1 (DC: 14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 |3|1|4|4\n[/table]\n \n\nComing to gradually, Bastiel's first instinct is relief. It had all been a dream. The blood on his hands, a comrade of his falling victim to a sadistic fellow party member, all of it, hadn't been real. Stirring to get up, his torturously brief moment of joy is cut short.\n\nThis room wasn't his, nor that of any inn or starry sky. It gave him nothing but a sense of unpleasantness, one that seemed far too familiar...\n\nThe ropes that bound him, and the Gods-know-what that was stuffed in his mouth preventing him from making much noise.\n\nAnd the stench. The smell of rotting flesh. He hadn't exactly smelled a lot of it in his time, but he knew, instinctively, that that's what this smell was. Unable to move, and realizing that it had all been real, and feeling the dead, rigor mortis of bodies around him, he did the only thing he could do. What the previous adventure had trained his young body and mind to do in a situation like this.\n\nCry. Cry like a little girl, giving soft, muffled sobs against the gag in his mouth, heedless of the apparent threat of the three figures."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "The three shadowy figures in the distance stop murmuring \"Did you hear that, I believe our guests are awake\" the third says something in a tongue you have never even heard and it sounds completely alien he then walks away into the darkness. The other to approach and you can tell that they are hobgoblins. They do not appear to be armed but still have their armor on. As they approach one speaks to you in perfect common \"So you thought that you could just come in here and kill us take what you want and leave; well that was a grave mistake. You don't even know what you haven gotten yourselves involved in, but you will be made aware soon enough\" he looks like he is about to leave until he swings his foot around right into Bastiel's ribs \"Stop Crying!\" as he leaves he mumbles \"I hate Humans\" \n\nBastiel take 5 sudual dmg"
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "As the their capturers stir, Balthazaar stops trying to escape.\n\nHe suppresses a laugh into a kind of grunt when the other caster is hurt. Balthazar looks about the room, trying to figure out if he can find his scythe.\n\n((Spot: +1, Search: +2, Low-light vision))"
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\nHe cringed at the sound of the hobgoblins foot hitting Bastiel. Patiently waiting for the massive creatures to move away, Patrick turned to Bastiel and whispered, \"Hey, are you ok? That sounded like it hurt.\""
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral \n HP: 9 /9 (5 Subdual)\n \n Spells: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Level|Known|Per day|Bonus|Total|Used\n0 (DC: 13)| create water, cure minor wounds, light, detect magic |5|-|5|0\n1 (DC: 14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 |3|1|4|4\n[/table]\n \n\nEyes widening in pain and fright as the hobgoblins approach him, he curls up into and even tighter ball - if he can - surpressing his whimpers through his tightly-pressed lips.\n\nHearing a concerned(?) voice, he gasps, trying to summon the courage and the lung capacity to reply, the first few attempts ending in simple air passing his lips, until he manages to timidly whisper. \"W-whh... who's there...??\" "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\n\"It's me, Patrick...\" He looked around the room to make sure he wasn't in danger of being heard. \"Are there anymore of us awake?\" Struggling with his bonds for a moment, he looked around at the other bodies, checking to see if any others were alive.\n\nOOC: Does this require a search or a spot check?\n\nOOC....again: yes, it was concern, Chu.... :D"
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Sounds like someone got their mouth free. \n((Remember how we're \"Bound and gagged\"? 😉 ))\nBalthazaar gives another grunting laugh, and runs through his leftover magic he still possessed.\n One more. I was careless. At least... I will never be truly defenseless. \\\nBehind his back, he manifests the cold energy once more, almost subconsciously."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral \n HP: 9 /9 (5 Subdual)\n Spells: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Level|Known|Per day|Bonus|Total|Used\n0 (DC: 13)| create water, cure minor wounds, light, detect magic |5|-|5|0\n1 (DC: 14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 |3|1|4|4\n[/table]\n \n\n \"P-patrick? Oh thank goodness... I-... I don't know, I... Oh Gods, all the others... I SAW them! They were... they were cut down, and there was nothing...\" Biting on his lower lip, his snivels rather pathetically, barely struggling against his bonds; his extremities felt numb, almost detached, probably from the sights he saw earlier that day (??)"
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\n\"Don't fret, lad. There was nothing you could do, and they died honorably. They knew the danger that they faced. Keep calm, my friend.\" He forced himself to be stoic in the face of his companion. He thought he could hear something coming back to the room."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "The Hobgoblin appears again at the door way, he marches up to you again \"Good news, I am to make an example out of one of you, but out of the generosity of my heart i will let you choose who is the lucky guest\" he removes the gags from the rest of you."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral \n HP: 9 /9 (5 Subdual)\n Spells: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Level|Known|Per day|Bonus|Total|Used\n0 (DC: 13)| create water, cure minor wounds, light, detect magic |5|-|5|0\n1 (DC: 14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 |3|1|4|4\n[/table]\n \n\n \"A-an example...??\" Writhing feebly, he feels pure panic well up inside of his chest, causing the rarely-used adrenaline in his body to start pumping. \"N-no!! I don't wanna die!!!\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n(Futile) Strength check: (1d20+2)[ 8 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Quiet, healer. There's no reason we should choose you. Your benefits are obvious. \n As are mine, of course. That warrior... everyone loves a meatshield. The other...what has he done? I can't even remember. \n\n((Also, how many Hob's are there now? I think there were three before...))"
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\n\"You expect us to choose one of our comrades to die? Shows how stupid you are....\" Patrick stared indignantly up at the hobgoblin, saying nothing more."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Obviously you have chosen, how good of you to volunteer. He says with a sickening smile. He grabs Patrick by his hair and begins to drag him in front of the others, holding his sword to the neck."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral \n HP: 9 /9 (5 Subdual)\n Spells: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Level|Known|Per day|Bonus|Total|Used\n0 (DC: 13)| create water, cure minor wounds, light, detect magic |5|-|5|0\n1 (DC: 14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 |3|1|4|4\n[/table]\n \n\n \"W-what?! Wait, no!! Please, I'll do anything you want, just don't kill anyone else!!!\" Shutting his eyes to the impending horror in front of him, he clenches his teeth, hoping his feeble plea would work.\n\nDiplomacy check:\n\n (1d20+10)[ 20 ] "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " \"If you do not wish him to die then name another, that is of coarse assuming he no longer volunteers\" he gain smiles menacingly."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\nSarcastically he replies to the hobgoblin, \"Oh yeah, I volunteered, just as much as Grom there volunteered.\""
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " \"What are you talking about stupid Human\" "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\nPatrick sighed exasperatedly. Well, as much as he could with a sword held to his throat. \"Yes, you don't understand sarcasm and I'm the stupid one. I never volunteered, so I can't unvolunteer, you simply selected me because I spoke. The dwarf there, Grom, had as much a chance to \"Volunteer\" as I did. But I won't volunteer him for you, I'm not a sadistic, slime sucking hobgoblin who enjoys watching his friends die.\" Patrick hoped that the fear he felt did not show through in his voice. He did not want Grom to be killed, but he did not want to die either. And being the cause of a companions death would leave him rather scarred."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar smiled to himself.\n Sure, kill the dwarf. I choose him. Since it looks like no one is choosing anyone, I have majority? \n\nIt was a shame Balthazaar would not be able to use the body for research, because he sure wasn't going to drag a body. Mabye he could Patrick to do it. There's no way the \"noble\" man would do that to someone he considered an ally, of course.\n Allies, ha! We're allies just because we all happened to be around the oracle around the same time? And because we were in a group, and attacked? We all just fought for our lives, and it happened to benefit one another... well, except that healer. Healers are always more concerned about the well being of others, though. A weakness. One that I'll exploit. \n\nBalthazaar scowls now into the darkness ((Much like some kind of magic missile)) for no apparent reason."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral \n HP: 9 /9 (5 Subdual)\n Spells: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Level|Known|Per day|Bonus|Total|Used\n0 (DC: 13)| create water, cure minor wounds, light, detect magic |5|-|5|0\n1 (DC: 14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 |3|1|4|4\n[/table]\n \n\nSquirming panickedly now against his bindings, he pleads desperately. \"Why are you DOING this?! A-aren't we more useful to you alive??\" \n\nStrength check to break the ropes:\n (1d20+2)[ 4 ] "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " \"Hmmmm... I like the sickly Humans style, fine i shall kill the dwarf, and you he looks towards Bastiel Yes you are more useful alive but we only need some of you\" With this his eyes widen to a maniacal grin, and as he throws Patrick into Bastiel he plunges his dark blade into the heart of the Dwarf. At that instant Grom's eyes open with life just to be replaced with the dull glazed look of death seconds later. His Blood pools on the floor spreading over the area that you currently sit in, you can see a few spurts of blood fly into the air as his heart slowly stops beating. The Hobgoblins laughs a bone shaking laugh that fills te chamber."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\nPatrick stared quietly up at the hobgoblin, loathing in his eyes. He would have revenge for Grom, he wore this to himself over and over again as the blood seeped from the sagging body."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral \n HP: 9 /9 (5 Subdual)\n Spells: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Level|Known|Per day|Bonus|Total|Used\n0 (DC: 13)| create water, cure minor wounds, light, detect magic |5|-|5|0\n1 (DC: 14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 |3|1|4|4\n[/table]\n \n\nBastiel chokes on the lump in his throat, straining his arms against his bindings in a desperate attempt to break free, not quite sure what he'd do when or if that happened. \"Y-you MONSTERS!!! Stop what you're doing!!\" \n\n[ OOC: ]\nYet another Strength check!\n (1d20+2)[ 16 ] "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Or what. Are you going to stop me, you don't look like you could even if you weren't tied up. Pathetic humans, you all talk big, thats why I prefer Dwarves, they know when to keep their mouths shut . he emphasizes this last word as he kicks Groms, now limp body, at Bastiel knocking him over. The Hobgoblin, finding this very funny, continues to laugh."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral \n HP: 9 /9 (5 Subdual)\n Spells: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Level|Known|Per day|Bonus|Total|Used\n0 (DC: 13)| create water, cure minor wounds, light, detect magic |5|-|5|0\n1 (DC: 14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 |3|1|4|4\n[/table]\n \n\nFighting back the choking tears, he squirms about beneath the dead dwarf, trying to get the body off of him without disrespecting the poor fellow. \"Y-you're one to talk! You're pretty tough for killing a defenseless dwarf! W-why don't we see how tough you are with me out of these ropes and with my stuff back??\" \n\nIntimidate 😦\n (1d20+4)[ 16 ] "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Believe me i would love the chance to shut you, up but that is not my decision unfortunately for some reason the boss wants you alive. a pity i think. with that he turns to leave walking towards the door."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar watches the goblinoid leave boredly. He sighs a bit.\n\n Getting worked up over nothing serious. A waste of energy. We should be glad that Grom got it, it kept us alive, didn't it? ... I do NOT like being restrained like this though. \n\nHe wiggles his hands he free'd up earlier."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral \n HP: 9 /9 (5 Subdual)\n Spells: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Level|Known|Per day|Bonus|Total|Used\n0 (DC: 13)| create water, cure minor wounds, light, detect magic |5|-|5|0\n1 (DC: 14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 |3|1|4|4\n[/table]\n \n\nTrying to keep his head in this impossible situation, the swordsman wriggles within his bindings. \"P-p-patrick, can you move? I think I m-might be able to chew through your ropes or something...\" "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\n\"Yeah, I can move a little bit...but I'm not sure if these ropes are the sort you can chew through...\" Patrick wriggles closer to Bastiel despite his doubts."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "Through a series of complicated maneuvers you eventually manage to free your selfs (although it would go much faster if Balthazaar lent a helping hand). After sitting up and letting the blood return to your lower extremities (which is extremely painful) you walk around the room noticing its the exact same one you were knocked out in but its void of everything save some of bodies friend and foe alike. There is enough light in the room yo tell that a small creature as opened the door just as you are walking around and he seems very surprised to see you.\n\n Init. \n Balthazaar \n Basteil \n Monster \n Patrick "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral \n HP: 9 /9 (5 Subdual)\n Spells: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Level|Known|Per day|Bonus|Total|Used\n0 (DC: 13)| create water, cure minor wounds, light, detect magic |5|-|5|0\n1 (DC: 14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 |3|1|4|4\n[/table]\n \n\nWiping his tearstained face, Bastiel does his best to clean Grom's body, untying it and putting him in a less unflattering position. \"I'm sorry, this is all I can do now...\" \n\nAs the creature enters the room, Bastiel isn't quite sure what to do. \"Ah, ah... I-...\" His mind was racing. No time to think... thinking is what got the others killed... now it's time for ACTION! Letting his still-new battle senses do the work for him, he dashes forward, balling up a fist angrily, resisting the urge to shout out in accompaniment.\n\nCharging the... whatever it is\nUnarmed strike: +2 to-hit/1d3 NL damage\nCharging: +2 to-hit, -2 AC\n\nAttack roll: (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \nDamage: (1d3+2)[ 5 ] "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "When left alone, Balthazaar frees his hand completely, finally, and lets himself go. He looks around for any equipment ((Settling for clothes, at least)), then stands by his \"allies\". He initially decides to leave them be, but then reasons that the more able bodies he has to work with, the better his chances of survival. He will assist the others escape silently.\n\nWhen Bastiel attempts to help out Grom's body, Balthazaar is hit with a strong instinct to walk over and kick the body, but controls himself.\n\nBalthazaar will rush the small creature, manifesting his Charnel Touch on the way.\n((Charge: 1d20+4=17, 1d8=3 "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\nPatrick quickly scans the room for clothing and any equipment that can be used. If he finds any weapons, he charges the creature using the most accessible one. If he does not find any weapons, he charges the monster with his fists.\n\nFists:\n\nattack; damage\n 1d20+5=13, 1d3+2=5 "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Balthazaar and Bastiel manage to catch the small creature (a strange looking goblinoid) totally unaware, and before he is able to raise any alarm he is silenced. While not dead Balthazaar's attack managed to weaken it enough for Bastiel's punch to have knocked it unconcious[/COLOR].\n\n(note: I do love charging in a surprise round... gotta love those ull-round actions🙂 )\n\n 33XP "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar will bend down and inspect the creature (race?), then search is for any useful items. He will finish with another charnel touch (Coup de Grace) to make sure the thing stays down."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral \n HP: 9 /9 (5 Subdual)\n Spells: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Level|Known|Per day|Bonus|Total|Used\n0 (DC: 13)| create water, cure minor wounds, light, detect magic |5|-|5|0\n1 (DC: 14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 |3|1|4|4\n[/table]\n \n\nQuivering from the adrenaline still flowing through him, he notices Balthazaar bending over the creature. \"Wh-what are you doing.... hey, stop! We could use information out of him!\" "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\nPatrick finishes his quick scan of the room to find the creature already down. He hurries over to join the dark one in his search for useful items. When he sees that Balthazaar is about to kill the creature, Patrick can not find the energy to protest."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Bastiel and Patrick managed to stop Balthazaar from finishing off the slightly different looking goblin "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "The goblin doesn't seem to have much equipment on him, and you notice that he brought a tray of food with him, you suppose it was feeding time as you guys do feel pretty hungry. Lucky for you he left the door wide open."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar stops and looks at Bastiel with a glare. He disperses the dark energy around his hand. He is about to walk away, but pauses and gives the creature a light kick as he picks up a bit of food (bread?). He gives it a blow, knowing fully that it does not clean much floor-filth off. He then begins eating it as he peers around the corner of the door, checking for a safe exit."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral \n HP: 9 /9 (5 Subdual)\n Spells: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Level|Known|Per day|Bonus|Total|Used\n0 (DC: 13)| create water, cure minor wounds, light, detect magic |5|-|5|0\n1 (DC: 14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 |3|1|4|4\n[/table]\n \n\nShaking visibly, and instinctively rubbing the goblin's blood from his knuckles onto his thigh - where he might have worn pants. He shudders in disgust, dancing from one foot to the other for a few seconds as shivers run up and down his spine. Looking down at the goblin and it's filthy (probably?) clothes, he sighs, kneeling down and salvaging whatever scraps of clothing he could to cover his privates, incredibly uncomfortable completely exposed like this, and finding himself having difficulty not \"admiring\" Patrick's and - to a lesser extent - Balthazaar's physiques.\n\nHe was growing more certain that this life wasn't for him."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "The room you all are in is poorly lit but you can search it well enough to know that your equipment is not here. You;re all still slightly injured and with out proper rest have not been able to prepare any of your spells. You don't know how long you've been down here but it has to have been at least a day. There are no other creatures currently present but that could change as you hear some sounds emanating from down the hall through the opened door."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "As Bastiel clothes himself from the doorway. He lets the holy one keep his paltry sense of decency, even when he cannot keep his eyes to himself. Balthazaar glances at his stomach, and sees the sheen he had notice start to develop on his arms after summoning the zombie and feeling the overwhelming power of evil he craved.\n\nHe takes a finger and runs it from his stomach to his chest, leaving his finger covered in a film of a yellow, thick-sweat like substance. He inspects it with a simple Hm. and wipes it on the doorframe as he goes around the corner to investigate.\n\n\n 1d20+2=15 Move Silently if needed."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral \n HP: 9 /9 (5 Subdual)\n Spells: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Level|Known|Per day|Bonus|Total|Used\n0 (DC: 13)| create water, cure minor wounds, light, detect magic |5|-|5|0\n1 (DC: 14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 |3|1|4|4\n[/table]\n \n\nFeeling a little squeamish at the sight of Balthazaar's... condition, the favoured soul starts to offer him his services as a healer, though stops short for a multitude of reasons. Rubbing at his arm awkwardly, he looked around the room. \"U-umm... hmm... maybe there's some other way out of here...?\" Trying to calm his rattled mind, he draws upon the limited pool of magical powers he has left. Closing his eyes, he takes in a deep breath and softly utters the Celestial incantations that I'm too lazy to type out. Opening his eyes again, now glowing with a vibrant blue, he scans around the room.\n\nOOC:\nCasting detect magic \nLooking for any magical auras around."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\nFeeling out of place without his hammer, he awkwardly moves to the door that Balthazaar just moved through, moving as silently as he is able.\n\n Move Silently (1d20+3=17) "
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Balthazaar and Patrick both make it up the hall a little ways and see that so far the path is clear. Mean while Bastiel is unable to detect any magical auras.\n\n Map "
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral \n HP: 9 /9 (5 Subdual)\n Spells: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Level|Known|Per day|Bonus|Total|Used\n0 (DC: 13)| create water, cure minor wounds, light, detect magic |5|-|5|1\n1 (DC: 14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 |3|1|4|4\n[/table]\n \n\nBlinking away the spell, his search fruitless, he notices he's been left behind. \"H-hey! W-!\" He clamps a hand over his mouth, looking to and fro, before whispering out hoarsely. \"Wait for me!\" Quickly grabbing a torch in both hands, he dashes after his companions, feeling awkward still without all his clothes."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "As Balthazaar marches up the path, Patrick and Bastiel following close behind, all three of them seem to have forgotten about the trap that they sprang earlier. It has apparently been reset and you have sprung it again. The spear flies out striking Balthazaar in the side dealing a major amount of damage, to him(7 dmg).\n\n 100 XP each"
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral \n HP: 9 /9 (5 Subdual)\n Spells: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Level|Known|Per day|Bonus|Total|Used\n0 (DC: 13)| create water, cure minor wounds, light, detect magic |5|-|5|1\n1 (DC: 14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 |3|1|4|4\n[/table]\n \n\nGiving a rather feeble yelp, as if he himself had been struck, he just about leaps out of his skin as he sees the spear skewer the other caster. \"Uwaah~!\" He almost asks if he needs healing, but stops himself, finding it odd his conscience was actually protesting to such an action."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "((Did it at least make an atack at my AC? Even if I was flatfooted. 🙂\n HP: 2/9 AC:16 (FF:13) \n Urgh. \nBalthazaar lets out a grunt and is stunned. First, he is ashamed he let himself fall victim to such a crude device. It is quickly replaced by anger.\n You... YOU! Soldier! Get up here! What are you thinking?! Are you not the one trained to withstand such blows? \nHe clutches his side and retrieves the spear, grimacing. He tosses it at Patrick\n And take this. Now you have no excuse for cowardice. \nHe allows Patrick to take point, and leans on the wall for a moment, brooding."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\nTaking the spear, he moves to the front of the line. He checks back to see that both of his comrades are behind him and continues forward.\n\n(Will continue till something happens)"
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Patrick takes the spear and continues on. He travels down the hall about ten feet but apparently his memory is just as poor as Balthazaar's for the pit trap that almost got the party last time opens up beneath his feet. luckily for Patrick his reflexes are better than his memory and he manages to get out of harms way.\n\n\n 100xp each"
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " That last steps a doozy, eh? \nBalthazaar stifles a laugh because of the pain. The meathead fell for it. And even better: He wasn't quite dead, so he could still take the hits for him. Perfect."
},
{
"author": "Chu",
"message": " Bastiel Perral \n HP: 9 /9 (5 Subdual)\n Spells: \n \n Spoiler \n\n{table]Level|Known|Per day|Bonus|Total|Used\n0 (DC: 13)| create water, cure minor wounds, light, detect magic |5|-|5|1\n1 (DC: 14)| cure light wounds, shield of faith +2, divine favour +1 |3|1|4|4\n[/table]\n \n\nFeeling the hair on the back of his neck stand on end as the second spear shoots out, he breathes a sigh of relief as the only one left who seemed worth saving was unharmed. He picks up the second spear, gripping at it dubiously. \"I... suppose I'll take this one...\" \n "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\nA little surprised by the pit trap, he edges his way around, and continues on his way."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "As you all circumnavigate the pit you come across another pit that has seemed to have been fixed, goblin style. It has a large sheet of ply-wood across to large sticks, suspended over the pit, covering the hole. You can either walk around or walk over it, either one. as you continue down the fall you come to an intersection.\n\n(decision time, come on people north, south, or Dennis what will it be.)"
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\nWhispering to his companions he watches the room as he speaks. \"Well, we have a choice. Do we leave, regroup, and rearm, or, do we find those buggers and carve vengence from their hides this very day?\""
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Bastiel \n \"I don't know about you guys, but I think we should get out of here. We don't stand a chance if we run into anything tougher than a Goblin "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " I too am for a... tactical retreat. I feel a bit... \nBalthazaar looks down at his body, glistening with it's mucus, and refrains from smiling.\n a bit naked without my normal reserve of spells. \nHe then turns from Patrick and begins muttering.\n And my scythe. Yes. My scythe. I must have it. I must! Hmm. Those beasts will pay for touching my scythe, they will. "
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\n\"Alright, let's get out of here....\" He quietly makes his way towards the exit."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "You guys manage to successfully retreat and find your selfs approaching the outskirts of town. Thus far you haven't run into any one yet."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " You. Warrior. Seek out aid. We need reinforcements. I... I have other things to attend to. Meet here after sunset. \n\nBalthazaar sets off purposefully into the city."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\nFinding himself quite lacking as far as clothing and anything of monetary value, Patrick was at a loss as to what to do. While hiding behind various shrubs, bushes and trees, he quickly looks around for anything that could be used as clothing. He did not like stealing, but his needs justified the action, and he would provide compensation for the goods later.\n\n(Wide area search check?)"
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "Patrick does find some clothes handing on a clothes line in some ones back yard. He puts them one and discovers that they are a little small for his muscular physique but some clothing is better than no clothing."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\nNow clothed, Patrick could unashamedly walk into town. But he knew not where to turn. He thought for a moment, and decided that his best bet would be to consult the oracle yet again. He made his way to the oracle's tower."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar, now sporting very baggy clothing and a small coinpurse, had an easy time of his plan, and returned soon afterwards to the spot he said to meet at. He realized he probably had alot of time to waste, and considered investigating the local graves to laugh at the pathetic, dead mortals, but instead headed over to the oracle tower, He could probably unite with his dearly beloved meatshield sooner that way, and maybe he had found some reinforcements.\n\n((Not sure how time is working, w/e))"
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Balthazaar arives just in time to see Patrick being tuned away by the guard. He can over hear the guard telling him \"that the oracle told you to return when you were stronger and not before\", as you look around the room you notice that it is not nearly as crowded as last time. There are a few people in the anteroom, more peasants than last time and quite a bit fewer nobles. the only person who looks out of place is a dark skinned fellow with a very long braid. You cant see his face to well from the angle that your at, but its obvious that hes alone and isn't trying to make small talk with anyone. Map "
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": " Haquim \n Xeph: Come back when your stronger! What does she mean by that, I traveled all the way from the Waste just to come and see her. He looks very unhappy. He is wearing loose monkish type clothing,with a long red top knot braid that goes down all the way to his calf's. He looks Balthazaar over and then just scaufs."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "At that moment a rather peculiar looking fellow just walked out of the the main door. He was dressed rather weird, it seemed that he was wear the style of close that you would find only on the lowliest of peasants, the exception being that his clothes were made of the finest silks. But what was most interesting was his face, It was draconic in nature but entirely silver, with bright blue eyes. He walks to the center of the room surveying the people before him. Eventually he speaks \" You, You, and You, come with me we have business to be done. \" he points at Balthazaar , Patrick , and Haquim , and then marches out the door expecting to be followed."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\nConfused, but interested, Patrick follows the man out of the door."
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": " Haquim \n\nHaquim kind of looks at the other two, then proceeds to follow the man."
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": "(Assuming Balthazaar follows)\nThe tall \"Man\" starts walking away from the tower at a brisk pace. Again Assuming you are all able to keep up, he walks into one of the finer Blacksmith shops in town. \" Do you three have any other equipment \" he asks in an almost regal tone looking at their meager supplies."
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\n\"Me and the pale one here, Balthazaar, used to have equipment. Unfortunately, a meeting with some hobgoblins went awry and we were left with nothing. I am in need of clothes that fit, and my basic fighting supplies, but lack the gold to pay for them.\""
},
{
"author": "Theeon",
"message": " Razim \n\nHe nods to Patrick , \" I see, I was afraid of that. I have been authorized to give you 500 gp in order to pay for supplies \". He throws two large sacks one at Patrick the other at Balthazaar , each sack contains 500 gp. \" Meet me at the entrance to town in one hour \", with that he heads out."
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": " Haquim \n I dont believe we were all formally introduced, I am Haquim. *he gives a slight bow at the waist*"
},
{
"author": "Fenria",
"message": " Patrick \n\n\"Name's Patrick!\" He tries to return the bow, but only gets about halfway due to his tighter than normal clothing."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "Balthazaar looks inside the sack to check the coins.\n Excellent. \n\nHe leaves the men and sets off to replace his equipment.\n If I can't have my scythe... well, I'll get a better one! It's not my money anyway. What a fool to hand it out to strangers. \n\nBalthazaar will find some shadowy place around the entrance to loiter.\n\n(Did we refresh our spells? If not I'll spend my hour to do so then... but not before using my last spell on Undetectable Alignment to suit me for the next 24 hours. 😁 )"
},
{
"author": "anarch_nomad",
"message": " Haquim \n\nHaquim looks at Patrick. So what were you doing at the Oracles? "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "All of you have come, for whatever reason, to the house of Martin Pale. Some of you know Asharra, some of you have other reasons for coming. Nobody asks.\n\nYou're admitted into a drawing room with a soaring ceiling and magnificent stone work. Simple but elegant furniture, arranged for each of you, is in the corner. In a large chair next to the fireplace is Pale himself.\n\nHe waves you over, motioning for you to sit, and begins. \"Good fellows, I have a job for you. If I like your performance, it may become a full-time position. I need you to steal something for me. It's a small gem, but it contains a great deal of information that I need.\"\n\n\"Unfortunately,\" he continues, \"I don't know where it is. I know who has a map, though. My unfortunate and estranged brother. I can tell you where his house is, but be careful, he is best of friends with my nemesis. If you bring me the gem, I'll tell more about our...twisted relationships.\"\n\n\"The reward is...malleable. You may request whatever you like. If I deem it to be appropriate, I will get you what you want. If it is too much, I will ask you to choose again. You will be well rewarded. Now, if there are no further questions?\"\n\nHe looks at you all, waiting for a moment to allow you time to question.\n\n[He's going to relay directions and descriptions of the gem, I'm just not going to type it out.]"
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n \"yo no confianza usted humano\" Muttered Fidelis under his breath in his native language. \"I wouldn't trust him but we could use a bit of cash flow. Let's take it. If the reward isn't up to standards then we can keep the gem.\" Fidelis whispered into the minds of his allies via Telepathy.\n\nShifting to normal speech Fidelis addressed the Human. \"Alright human I'm interested. One question. Do we expect a Stealth mission or kill mission? "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " OOC \n Spoiler \nI know you're a gnome, he doesn't really care.\n \n\n \"Your name, halfling?\" , he asks coldly. \"To answer your question, if you encounter my brother, you may certainly try to kill him. Stealth is, however, likely to be your best option. "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "(OOC: KInda vague... I guess we'll improvise. I suggest we all describe our characters and the like, being as this is a new game and it will give everyone a good idea of how to react and respond to each other. In case anyone DOESN'T know about Asharra by now... I'll go first. Let the evil begin!)\n\nAsharra is a pale, curvacous beauty with long black hair that is currently unbound. Her clothing consists of a tight, revealing black top, held together through a combination of lacing and sheer force of will. The get-up leaves her midriff and more cleavage than is anywhere near appropriate exposed, and hugs her figure like a second skin. Dangling in a quite enviable place between her breasts is a small, teardrop shaped pendant with a single jet set into it... stained faint reddish hue. Hung low off her hips is a simple black skirt, slit up the side to her hip on one side... and beneath that, knee-high leather boots of (you guessed it) black, that are belted the whole way up. Around her forehead is a delicate silver circlet, and several rings adorn her fingers... most of them small and simplely wrought. It would take a very sharp eye to notice the finely engraved runes that run across her circlet and one of her rings. What little concealment her get-up has, comes from a long, silken cloak that hangs from her shoulders, it's hood down and hidden beneath her hair. She carries herself with confidence and a twisted half-smile that is equally enticing and dangerous... predatory. She will keep beside the men she entered with... one in particular (Whom I will let MK describe). Someone paying particular attention might notice how she brushes past him as she moves at times... delicate fingers drifting across his arm or back.\n\nAsharra will look over this man before her with a lingering gaze... equal parts admiring and sizing him up. While the gnome speaks, she'll do the same to her new allies... looking for anything about them that might... appeal to her. Finally, after the gnome has said his piece, she will step forward slightly, side-by-side with her large companion and smile, speaking in a soft, lusty voice.\n\n \"I am Asharra, my lord... We are... loosely acquainted, I believe. This must be an important relic indeed to require assistance from people of our... prowess. And beyond your ability to get as well... or else why would you make these promises to us, rather than get the item yourself? She will say, lowering her head to him just enough for a long, dark lock of hair to fall across her face. \"But you are in luck... I cannot speak for the rest... but all I seek is to learn under you. I have heard rumors that you are quite... potent... in magic. Allow me to learn from you, and I will do anything you ask of me. "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " \"You're a clever one,\" he smiles, \"I can't get it myself right now, that would tip my hand too early. If you perform well on this task, I may very well reward you with a lesson or two.\" "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " \"I'm certain I can find other ways to... serve you... my lord. Asharra will say with a smile that leaves her intentions obvious. \"But I suspect the others will not be so easily convinced. "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " \"Well, they may discover how persuasive I can be. I forsee no problems. Though I cannot act too rashly or openly, my influence rides deep.\" "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n \"Can we keep her away from anyone with a spell book in future? Fidelis said scathingly. I would be called Fidelis. Fidelis shifted in the over sized chair. Human furniture annoyed him. To large and he had trouble just getting onto it with dignity.\n\nThe Gnome carried a Short sword and a hand crossbow at his side. As well as some sort of slightly curved rod toped with a stone leaf. He had Dark long hair and wore a red head band that kept it out of his Dark blue eyes. At the moment he was frowning slightly. Watching the wizard carefully. His skin was tanned brown. a memento from his years toiling in a slave camp in all weather. His clothes were an odd crossing of fashion and protection. A chain shirt with Gold and black Material threaded though. The Gold runing down and the black across. Over his shoulders a cloak of masterful design rested. And his pants were solid black. He kept himself fairly still. breathing steadily but not much else.\n\nFidelis looked directly at the mage's eyes with a sudden concentration. He seemed to faze out for half a second then returned to waiting for a response.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Using Mind read on Pale. Lets me read his surface thoughts unless he passes a will save. DC is 12+6=18 Lasts for ten minutes. Requires me to concentrate.\n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nWillsave = 26....sorry, I'm not going to tell you his will bonus at the moment, you'll just have to trust me\n \n\n \"Fidelis. Interesting name. Does anyone else have questions? If not, I'm rather busy with projects of my own.\" "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " \"Only where we may find this brother of yours. Asharra will say with a smirk.\n\n(OOC: Team Evil seems a bit... short. Where is everyone? Is it just me and Duskblade?)"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "The man smiles as he gives you directions to his brother's house.\n\n OOC \n Spoiler \nWell, people will probably begin posting soon. I'll re-post links to the threads in the old thread and the OOC thread now.\n "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "A large, powerfully built man garbed in black and gray stands behind Asharra, positioned to her left a small distance. He has remained standing, with his shield slung behind his back and as suggested by the disturbance of his cloak, his hand rests on his sword's pommel. When he speaks, his voice carries across the room like the quiet rumble of far off thunder, telling of a terrible storm yet to come. His features, however, remain calm.\n\n\"I require only one bit of information from you; did this man whom you wish to have us steal from betray you?\" He raised his head then, eyes burning with barely contained malice, \"Has he made you drink the bitter cup of betrayal, filled with your own blood from the wound he left in your own back?\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nAppearance: Giles is tall, at six feet and three inches in height. He is well built, his muscles firm and well trained. His muscular frame is topped by a head of raven black hair that hangs below his shoulder blades, a length attained from fifteen years without having it cut; at such a length, he typically keeps it tied back to keep it out of his eyes. His eyes are piercing and grey, and he has a fair face and a perpetual five o’clock shadow. He bears a scar the stretches from his forehead, through his eye, to his jaw, a wound he received during his warrior training. His arms and legs bear a number of similar scars, and his back is a natural tapestry of crisscrossing tissue. He has a tattoo of an adult black dragon that begins on his left shoulder and wraps over and then down his left arm, as well as one of a human heart pierced by a kriss style dagger in the center of his chest.\n\nGiles appears almost perpetually as if a bad omen. He favors a garb consisting of a black leather vest over a black cotton shirt. His trousers are dark grey, and are held up with a black belt with a steel buckle. His boots, though worn with travel, are made of black leather, though if one was to inspect them closely, they might find through their scrutiny that the boots appear to be stained a darker shade along the sides. He wears also a black, hooded cloak that through weather and travel has faded to an ashen grey, and wears black leather gloves. In windy weather or for special occasions, he will conceal his face with a black silk scarf.\n\nHis boots are surmounted with a pair of greaves, and his forearms are covered with bracers of the same material. The main piece of his armor, his breastplate, is without engraving or markings, and the whole set is lacquered black, to match his shield, which is round and broad. His sword, however, is plainly made of steel and bound at the hilt with black leather, with a twin blood channel. Though plain looking, Giles’ favored weapon is extremely lethal when the victim is taken by surprise, in perfect keeping with its owner. In a sheathe bound to his forearm (under his left bracer) is kept a finely forged kriss style dagger, the hilt bound in black leather like its twin. At his back beneath his cloak hangs his quivers, one filled with red fletched arrows, the other with midnight black fletched arrows, as well as a sturdy longbow that few save Giles can draw properly; the bow is wrapped in a shroud of grey silk, to help protect it.\n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " \"I suppose you could say he did,\" the man replies slowly, clearly a mite uncomfortable \"It's complicated. Perhaps I'll tell you the story some time, if we ever become closer.\" "
},
{
"author": "Happytime",
"message": " A slender male half-elf walks into the room, making no sound as he strode over to stand behind the mammoth Giles, crossing his arms in a bored expression. It seemed the conversation was over... Too bad.\n\nElril Loreweaver glanced between Mister Pale, Giles, Fidelis and Asharra, with a slight frown on his face. Anyone who knew him, however, would say the expression was perpetual, and he rarely showed severe anger or glee.\n\nElril Loreweaver is no physical oddity compared to his heritage. He stands at 65 inches, 10 inches shorter than Giles. His exceptional muscle mass added to his weight, but he still weighed less than a normal adult human male. Black hair adorned in various gems and beads hung from his head, restrained in a single cord and almost reaching the middle of his back.\n\nHis pale blue eyes are haunting, and if you looked hard enough, it seemed as if he had drowned, and the blue of his eyes had watered down to a unique hue of itself. \n\n\"Are we still required here, Lady?\""
},
{
"author": "Leper_Kahn",
"message": " A slightly overweight human sits in a particularly simple chair compared to the elegance of the others. His expression hadn't changed much at all except to let his hand twitch a bit when the talk of betrayal came up. He didn't seem like he enjoyed being here... Then again he never looked like he enjoyed being anywhere. Except in his eyes. His eyes are a pale green and are always watery and always seem to be on the verge of tears. This betrayed his facial expression which was normally full of disdain and dislike. \n My interest in your story would be greater if I had not been distracted by something earlier. My name is Nataraja and if you say this man betrayed you... I am at your service. \n Nataraja (Not-er-auge-a) moves his hand to his face and rubs his middle finger over his lower lip. This is a mannerism long known by anyone who had spent time with him. This was not the only quirk Nataraja manifested in everyday speech. Twitching was not abnormal, and when his finger isn't caressing his lip both his hands are in his pockets or folded over each other. It gave the impression of smallness that made chairs and other things that he sits in appear far too big. Nataraja then mumbles only loud enough for those very close to him to hear. \n Of course... if you're lying... Th- \n Nataraja trails off. "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles sneered at the man before him.\n\n\"Betrayal is visceral; you would not give such an uncertain reply if he had not betrayed you in a true fashion,\" the hulking man took a step forward, eyes burning brightly, \"Do you fear to claim betrayal? I. Am. Vengeance. If you cannot tell me truthfully that this man has turned against you, then I am not as interested in bringing you your trinket as I might have been,\" the sneer deepened, and his hand left his sword to point at the man before him.\n\n\"I will only ask once more, mouse . I have my own-\""
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " \"You're brave,\" he says simply, \"But foolish. Of course he betrayed me. I simply took it better than many would. It takes more than one betrayal to finish me. You would do well to remember it.\" "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles' eyes narrowed.\n\n\"I do not traffic in betrayal. I traffic in revenge, and to date all who have thought to cross me have never had occasion to stop and reconsider what they have done,\" Giles' hand returned to his side, \"And you would do well to remember that . If I will do this for you, I will name my price immediately, for it is one that you will require time to prepare. I require information on the current whereabouts of one Cristof Amaros, as well as anything that is related to his current station. After that, for an additional five hundred gold coins, I will bring back your brother's head; if doing so would jeopardize our mission, I will give you a written contract for a later date.\"\n\nThe hulking man extended his hand, this time in a handshake.\n\n\"Do we have an agreement?\""
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Asharra will put a hand to Giles's arm lightly and despite the difference in their size, she spoke to him confidently.\n\n \"Calm Giles. Not all deal with revenge in the same way. I have been wronged... have you forgotten? She will say, moving in front of him in a swirl of long, dark hair and matching skirt. She will give him a slight smile that he is all too familiar with, and drop her voice to a softer tone, I have already promised our aid. Would you leave me to go alone, simply because he is less... open... about his motives? \n\n(Edit: Damn you MK for responding while I was writing a response to your response!!!! Assume that was said BEFORE you boys made up... )"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "The man chuckles, and laughs, then offers his hand. \"I'll tell you what. I don't have anything on this Cristof right now, but I'll do some digging. As for my brother, I'd prefer him alive, for now. He's a fearsome fellow, and I'd hate to have to deal with the circumstances if you failed. "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles shakes the man's hand with a frown.\n\n\"The offer will remain open, then... but know that I only do this because you can assist Asharra and I in our respective paths.\" The warrior stepped back, returning to Asharra's heel, giving her only a slight glance to let her know that he knew he had nearly ruined their dealings. He did not intend to ask the man for more than the information he had requested for this deed; doing so would strain their business."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " \"Your brother is a wizard, is he?\" Asharra will say with a disturbing smile... all but licking her lips. \"Do not worry... We will certainly not fail. Though if you want him to live... this will be... far more difficult. "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n \"I've got some tools that will make things easier once we're inside. Namely I can make us invisible. Among other things. If no one has anything else to say shall we move.\" Fidelis pushed himself off the chair and waited for his allies to decide to leave."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "\"Does this man, your brother, have any retainers in his employ? Any apprentices?\" Giles spoke quickly and curtly; he too wanted to be on his way, lest the situation change before they could affect it."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " \"He has no retainers. In fact, he's out at the moment. Hopefully he'll stay out, but I can't make promises. He's very close friends with a powerful abjurer, be careful in his house.\" "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "\"Then we need nothing more. If we have our location, we should go, and immediately,\" Giles makes no move towards the door, instead waiting for Asharra to give the word; when it came to business dealings with Asharra involved, Giles had learned very quickly that it was best to wait until she was finished."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " We will return with this trinket... my lord. Asharra will say with a bow of her head, and then nod to Giles, Come then... comrades. We should plan this out as a group... \n\nShe'll turn and leave with Giles at her side, I'm sure... and heading off to this place to look about."
},
{
"author": "Leper_Kahn",
"message": " Nataraja jumps out of his chair and prepares to follow Giles and Asharra. It looks like he doesn't want to be left behind. "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n\nFidelis falls in behind. Moving quickly as he could to keep pace with the longer legged among them."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " \"One doesn't hear me say this often, but be careful. If you encounter my brother, be especially cautious. He is excellent at what he does.\" Pale waves cheerfully as he returns to his books."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles pays the warning no heed; he is bereft of fear in that respect. The only thing he fears is that he will die before he has a chance to kill Cristof Amaros for the betrayal that made Giles the beast that he is. As he walked, his movements are calculated and precise, in perfect lock step with Asharra, his stride even matching her's. Every turn was accute, and every footfall he made made the floor tremble slightly beneath his muscular frame.\n\nGiles rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck once he set foot outside; the bones popped and protested loudly, then with a soft sigh of comfort, he drew his hood up over his head. In silence, he slipped his arm through the straps on the back of his shield, and with every ounce of vigilance he could muster, he paid in depth attention to his surroundings as he followed Asharra to their destination."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n \"Wonder what this gem is for. By the sounds of things its not something his brother carries on him. But to have the sort of value that we would be hired for it. I would guess it's Magical\" Fidelis pitched his vice so no one passing by would be able to pick up more then a few words at most. \"Something magical that he does not carry on him. Fidelis troted along keeping pace with the others as best he could. Musing quietly."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Obviously, there is more to this than we are being told. Asharra will tell the gnome, looking down at him with a smirk. But how to find this out is another matter... Perhaps we should take a moment and... Well... What IS it you do little gnome? Was that you I heard inside my head? "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n\nFidelis grinned \"Naturally. My skills relate to the use of the mind. Talking to people by thought. scanning their thoughts. Affecting my enemies minds. That sort of thing. As well as a few skills of illusion. Invisibility, false images and sounds. All of that. Fidelis gave a quick look over the group. \"How about the rest of you? I gather that the lady is some sort of spell caster. Probably with skills in similar areas to me. And I gather the one hood is our muscle. "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Asharra will lean down close to Fidelis and slide one finger along his chin.\n\n It would best for both of us if you stayed out of my mind, little man. She will say softly, You don't want to know the kinds of things that keep ME up at night. \n\nShe'll straighten back up with a smile and turn to Giles... Gliding one hand along his chest.\n\n This is Giles... My... She'll pause for a moment with a smirk before continues, Let us just say, he is my companion. Oh, but he does not have my sense of humor... and he is very... very... good at killing. Aren't you Giles? Be a dear and introduce me to these... people. It's not proper for a lady to introduce herself. \n\nShe'll laugh softly at that, amused by her own words... and lean her back against him... stretching her arms up to his neck in a quite un-lady-like pose."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles will tilt his head upward, the only outward acknowledgement he'll give of Asharra's touch, though discretely, his free hand leaves his sword to idly caress her hip.\n\n\"This is the Lady Asharra, and you would do well to treat her with the privacy and respect,\" the musclebound man grinned, his scar twisting with the expression, \"that she deserves , no matter what her behavior might suggest. I, am Giles Merchand, and to those who have wronged me and those I call my ally, I am the hand of Death itself.\""
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Lady Ashe, if you preffer. Giles always flatters me so. She will say with a smirk, So my little friend, you are a master of the mind... are you? Shall I take that to mean magic? Your kind has a long tradition of arcane talent. \n\nShe will turn to look to the well-dressed elf and the slightly porty human, making note of his constant nervous tics.\n\n And what of you, my new friends? From your looks, I would guess you to be some sort of spell-caster, sir She will say to the human man, before turning to the handsome elf and licking her lips, And you... with such poise and bearing... a warrior? Of means perhaps? Your gear is quite fine for a man keeping company with cutthroats and ne'er-do-wells such as ourselves. "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Yes the arcane. And I wouldn't worry about your thoughts to much. I tend to give allies a greater measure of trust then I give most people. Might not be wise but it does lessen the chance of inner conflict. Fidelis glanced around causing his fashionable but serviceable chain mail to clink. His eyes locked on a random passerby. Time for some fun. He thought. He extended his mental talents and started whispering into the mind of the poor sap that had been chosen. His whispering gradually getting louder until the passerby got outside of one hundred yards. \"Flesh so fine, so fine to tear, to gash the skin, skin to strip, to plait, so nice to plait the strips, so nice, so red the drops that fall; blood so red, so red so sweet, sweet screams, pretty screams, singing screams, scream your song, sing your screams...\" Fidelis chuckled quietly. He loved doing that."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "\"You need only fear me if you betray me,\" Giles rumbled darkly, hand still on Asharra's hip, \"We should attempt to get the lay of our target's area, and decide what manner of attack would be the best,\" he murmured, head bent low that his words would reach only Asharra's ears, and possibly the gnome's, if he was feeling attentive."
},
{
"author": "Leper_Kahn",
"message": " Nataraja shifts his stance to the right. \n I agree with Giles on this. I can't smell the stench of decay yet, but that doesn't mean it isn't there. \n Nataraja had stopped moving to walk he quickly sped up again to reach his fellows. "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Keep your secrets then. Asharra will say to Nataraja with a faint smirk, Let us go and look into this brother of his then, and the place he keeps. His friends... his family... There are so many ways to get what you want from a man. I'm sure we can find one. \n\nThe smile she'll get is downright disturbing.\n\nOOC: I'm ready for the scouting out of this place if you all are. I think between the lot of us, we can come up with some VERY creative methods of gathering information. Any suggestions all?"
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Hmm. I think our best information source and most likely the quickest is servants. Rich people tend to have them. The common folk know more of their masters then is helpful for said master. Fidelis lapsed into thought for a second. Shame I don't know enough to scry into his house. We have to consider to that the job is most likely best done when the guy who, from the sounds of things is pretty powerful, is busy. Fidelis paused again thinking carefully. We should consider the fact magic might not be overly useful. We know this guy has a powerful wizard for a friend. And possibly is a caster himself. Wards could well be in place. In which case disguise just might. Ashe here has the look of a wealthy noble. We have the stereotypical body guard. And the rest of us could do a passing job pretending to be servants. We could probably talk ourselves a fair way into his house.\" Fidelis went silent his attention again focused on the mental muttering. Switching targets as soon as one person left the range of his abilities. \"Flesh so fine, so fine to tear, to gash the skin, It puts the lotion on the skin, skin to strip, to plait, so nice to plait the strips, so nice, so red the drops that fall; blood so red, so red so sweet, sweet screams, pretty screams, singing screams, scream your song, sing your screams... Is it safe?\" "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " OOC \n Spoiler \nOkay, as the DM, I'm now officially asking, \"What are you going to do?\" You don't have to answer right away, please discuss all you want, just letting you know the question is on the table.\n "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "For all my fellow player-types! \n Spoiler \n Alrighty then... let's discuss this little trick. I think our best bet is to check the place out... WITHOUT using spells, if we can, in case Mr. Wizard has spells to mess with Scrying... and see if we can get our hands on someone with access to his place. Important people have all sorts of servants and the like... especially if he's taking a long absence. Once we've got the poor mook, I'm sure we can persuade him one way or another to give up his secrets! I'm open to other ideas though... anyone else got a plan?\n \n\n Let us first find this place and look it over. Maybe more will reveal itself once we do. "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "\"If necessary, I can observe the house from the streets, and report what I have seen to you after a short time.\" Giles cricked his neck, mentally noting that, for some reason Asharra's hair smelt of jasmine today, \"Also, if it the risk is worthy, I can attempt to sneak into the place myself, though stealth is not my primary quality.\""
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " No wizard worth the name will have so few wards on his home that you can simply walk inside... no matter how quiet your step. Asharra will muse, tilting her head to look at Giles, And you are not much of an expert on wards... are you sweet? Perhaps you then, little gnome. You are small enough to escape sight... and I would hope, skilled enough in magic to notice a ward or arcane trap, should you see one. "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "\"Fah,\" Giles snorted, but otherwise, he remained silent. There would come a time when they needed him, and so, he would quietly wait for Asharra to tell him to do something interesting, or for the opportunity to do something to present itself."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n I'm afraid my skills with stealth is limited without the aid of my magic. I do however have some knowledge of the arcane and might well be able to spot traps of magical and mundane nature if given a minute or two to study. My suggestion is myself and perhaps Ashe here should try to gain some information on the streets. And I would suggest that the rest of you fan out and take a look at the house. If at all possible grab a servant. Give me some time to mess with their brain and we have all the information we need. Heck we can have the sap do practically anything we want if we do this right.\" Fidelis broke off his mental link to concentrate more fully on the matter at hand, thinking deeply."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " That sounds a fair idea. Then we shall meet back after nightfall at the Black Stag Inn. It sits ot far from here and the owners are the sort who rarely ask questions. Asharra will say, Look the place over, but take no one that may be missed. We do not want to alert them that there may be an attack. Better that we have no one to speak with, then we alert the wizard that he should increase his protections. "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n\nFidelis nodded \"Black stag inn. I know of it. Ill see you within a few hours. Fidelis slipped off quietly. He decided he would focus on stores and taverns. Claiming to be looking for employment and had heard that a Master Pale might be in need of his services, but wanting to know about the man before he entered any agreements.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMaking a Gather information check (1d20+16)[ 19 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " @Fidelis: A few frustrating hours later, you finally run into somebody who seems to know what he's talking about \n \"Oh, you mean the master of Pale house!\" He laughs, \"Funny thing about that place. He doesn't keep servants. Kinda queer for a nobleman don'tcha think? I heard he was an adventurer and it drove him just a bit off. Ye can try to get him to hire ya, but he rarely opens those doors for anyone but a fetching young lass from across town.\" "
},
{
"author": "Happytime",
"message": " Elril had not uttered a single word since they had entered Pale's house, content to keep silent. As they went about their plans, Elril set out to examine the house of Brother Pale. \n\nOOC\n \n Spoiler \nI'm a bit behind, we're scouting the Good Pale's house, correct? If so, then can I get a description... IC, of course.\n "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Alright then. Illiiya's \"technique\" to find out about the good master Pale will involve the following. She's going to use her fun little \"face-changer\" feat to change into someone who looks a bit less.... sinister. After all... he's the \"good\" one. She'll take on the form and demeanor of a young, innocent looking girl dressed in a courtier's outfit that looks like it's seen wear before. Not the prim, un-tattered garb that has only seen wear once. More like the kind a peasant might get second-hand and wear to try to impress a noble. She will be a strawberry-blonde with just a trace of freckles across her noise, soft, fair skin, and of course... no weapons or armor in the least. And her name will be... Rose. 😏\n\nUsing her new guise... \"Rose\" will inquire about town, trying shyly to seek admittance into places that nobles or their servants might go... She will be a slightly timid thing, but when pressed, will ask about one \"Lord Pale\". She will say that she is a performer, and that she is hoping that the lord will sponsor her and perhaps even take her on and be her patron. She will claim to have been invited to his manor, and she is hoping to learn as much about him as she can, to make a good impression when she goes to meet him. Of particular interest to her is what types of women and what kinds of entertainment he seems to favor... but anything anyone will tell her will do. After all... who could resist the urge to help such a sweet and innocent girl?\n\n(Just to let you know... The face-changer thing lets me use Disguise-Self at will, provided I have a glamer spell prepared, which I do. By repeatedly stacking the duration when it is close to fading... I should be able to maintain the illusion of being Rose for a long time... If that's not the case let me know. Also... fear me, for I am Mystique!)"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "\"Rose\" spends all day looking for information, and gains the following:\n\nHe lives alone and is attended by no one. He's not often even in his house, and when he is it's usually night. Nobody you talk to has ever been in, but he's sometimes visited by a short, long-haired brunette who he greets as an old friend. He's rather reclusive and nobody knows much about him."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles will do relatively little for his part, save for make a brief stop at the chosen in and purchase a room, paying a little extra money to ensure that the innkeep's memory stays a little fuzzy as far as his latest client was concerned. It never hurt to grease the wheels a little. Once in the room, he will remove his armor, his longsword, and his bow, leaving himself with only his magical items and his dagger, which he will strap to the back of his belt instead of at his forearm. He rechecks his belt pouches briefly, bringing only his tobacco and his pipe, a black affair carved of fine mahogany.\n\nAs he paused a moment more, he placed his tindertwigs and steel mirror in his other pouch; you never knew, really. Head still rolling contingencies around, he idly slid a smokestick into each boot.\n\nAs he stares briefly at the longbow he was leaving behind, he reflected briefly on how he needed to invest in something that could reach out and touch someone without being so large and noticeable as his bow. With a shrug, he retied his long black hair into it's usual ponytail, ensuring that it was secure. Re-donning his cloak, he returned to the streets after conscientiously locking the door to his room, and as he traveled, he went without his hood up, to further decrease his unsettling appearance.\n\nHe sticks to the streets, carrying only a few gold coins on his person, and he seeks out what could likely be the single best source of information in the area: a street urchin.\n\nOf course, street urchins were difficult creatures. They frightened easily, especially at the sight of powerfully built men who look like they are looking for them... so Giles settled upon searching in a nearby bazaar, browsing goods slowly and with every appearance of being intent, whilst he openly carried in his hand a small pouch, which he held with a loose grip. The pouch only contained a handful of copper coins; his real money was in his belt pouches, where it was secure.\n\n \n Spoiler \n For reference, Giles is carrying: Spell Storing Dagger +1, Ring of Charisma +2, Pipe of Grief, fine tobacco, ten tindertwigs, a small steel mirror, and two smoke sticks, as well as 15 gold pieces and 6 copper pieces.\n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "Giles wanders a bustling bazaar where many coins change hands over the course of a few short minutes. At one end of the bazaar, he encounters a small boy with a makeshift crutch and a small bowl.\n\n \"Please sir, a little gold for a cripple?\" he asks with a slightly chipper voice.\n\n \n Spoiler \nGiles, make a spot check.\n "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles knelt before the boy, smiling warmly and speaking softly, that only the boy and he may hear.\n\n\"Little one, I want, for just a moment, to reassure you. I do have a bit of gold for a helpless little boy, but ...\" He paused, his smile fading a little bit before he continued, \"I need a little help with something very, very important... and so, if I am to help you, which I will , I will need a little bit of help in return. The kind of help that only very special little men such as yourself are able to provide, because you, my boy, are the kind most often left unattended.\"\n\nGiles handed the boy the small coinpurse, the five coppers jangling softly.\n\n\"There is half a silver in this purse, my friend... but if you think that you, or any of your friends, can help me with this very important thing, then it will become a good deal more.\""
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " \"Well, I might be able to help. Do I have to move? I can't go far.\" "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles smiled, the expression telling the boy in no uncertain terms that Giles knows .\n\n\"My dear boy, I will tell you what. You need only move as far as you must to find some of your friends. Do three gold pieces make that sound like a fair endeavor?\""
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "The boy grins, and stands on both feet, raising his crutch, \"For three gold pieces, consider me magically healed, good sir.\" "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles nodded.\n\n\"Indeed. Find all of your friends who may know anything involving a gentleman by the name of Master Pale and then bring them immediately to me. I will remain in this bazaar until you return.\"\n\nWith that, Giles stood and returned to browsing goods, letting the young boy get to his work."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "Over the course of the day, the boy passes quickly by Giles and reports a piece of information many times.\n\n \"Nobody sees much of him, he spends a lot of time away from home.\" \n \"He hangs out with a girl who owns her own library.\" \n \"He beat up a gang of thugs single handed, and he was never touched.\" \n \"He always leaves his chandelier on the second floor lit, even when he's away from home.\" \n \"There's a story about a secret passage into his basement that comes up in the sewers near here. Don't know if it's true.\" \n\nJust around dusk, the boy comes back with one last piece of info, \"My friend saw him leave less than an hour ago.\" "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles' eyes widened, but he did not show much further excitement.\n\n\"My little friend, you have done a fantastic job... but now I need you to do something very, very difficult. I am willing to pay substantially better than I already have for this next piece of information, but to get it I will need to go fetch more gold,\" his voice fell from simply speaking softly to an outright whisper, and he set his hand upon the boy's shoulder, \"I will give you five gold coins now, and another fifteen when I return to the bazaar and receive my information.\"\n\n\"I need you to be certain about this passage, little friend... and I will give you another four gold coins if you don't tell anyone that I'm the one who wants to find out,\" he patted the pouch on his belt with the nine remaining gold and stared intently at the boy.\n\n\"What say you?\""
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " \"Can you spare twice that? I have my own contacts to pay off. For 10 now, and 30 after, you have a deal.\" "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "\"Nine now, and thirty five after. As I said, my friend, I have to return to my room. If you want to have someone accompany me as a mark of assurance, you may.\""
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "The child laughs, \"If you take my bargaining and increase my numbers, you must want the information very badly. I'll meet you here in an hour.\" "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "\"I do, my friend, and my anonymity is very, very important. Remember that, and you'll do even better than you already are.\" Giles will give the boy one final smile before heading on his way.\n\nWith that, Giles returns to his room with a small measure of haste. Once there, he shifts a pouch over to his hip and places all his funds in it, so that his cloak will cover it and hide it from view (and greedy fingers). Once he has done that, he will put his hood up over his head and return to the bazaar, where he will settle into walking about slowly and enjoying a smoke from his pipe, the aroma of tobacco easing his nerves."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "A little over two hours later, the boy returns. Limping for real, now, he spits on the ground at Giles' feet. \"The price just went up. We were ambushed by these...these things. I want another 40 gold pieces to pass on to my friend's families who just lost their income.\" "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles calmly counts out fifty gold coins, places them into a small bag, and hands it to the boy, before then counting out the afore agreed upon thirty five additional coins and placing them in a seperate bag.\n\n\"It's a risky business. What have you learned?\""
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " \"It's there. The..things caught us on the way out. I'll show you how to get there. Be careful, whatever you want can't be worth dealing with those horrible creatures.\" \n\nThe boy sketches a crude map in the dirt of the bazaar floor."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles watches dispassionately, committing the map to memory as the boy describes where he needed to go. Once the lad finished, Giles calmly counted out a further fifteen gold coins. He handed them to the boy and tilts his chin at the boy's limp.\n\n\"You've done quite a bit of work today, friend. Get that leg taken care of,\" he turned, taking a few steps before pausing and looking over his shoulder to say, \"For your helpfulness... your friends shall have vengeance .\"\n\nWith that, he makes his way back to the inn, where he returns to his room and removes his cloak and stashes away the majority of his funds, returning to the inn's common room with a few silver coins for drink and food. His companions would return shortly, and until then he would eat, drink, smoke, and mull the information over in his head."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "\"Rose\" will try to find out about this brunette then... After all... if she's a friend of his and SHE has access to the house... The whole thing merits looking into. Does anyone know her name or where she can be found? \"Rose\" would like to speak with her if she could... about the entertainer job... of course. 😏"
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " I'll take some ale.\" Fidelis had made his way to the inn and decided to get an ale while he waited. Fidelis flipped a gold coin to the barkeep. [COLOR=\"Navy\"]\"Keep the change. I don't suppose you know anything of a Master Pale. Or someone who can tell me more? I've been told he is a retired adventurer.\"[\"/COLOR] Once satisfied with his answer Fidelis slipped off into one of the darker corners to drink his ale. Before he reached there he spotted Giles. \"Ah Giles isn't it? So what do we know?\" \n \n Spoiler \ntake ten on gather info: 26\n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " @Asharra \nThe lady who occasionally graces his doorstep is named Eladrine Darkweather, the matron of a small library a little closer to the centre of town. She's equally rather mysterious, but you can find the library.\n\n @Fidelis \n \"A Master Pale?\" the barkeep furrows his brow, trying to recall. \"I think he came in here once. Fearsome fellow. Took on ten men in a bar fight with just the flat of his sword. He moved so fast...\" "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles simply shrugged and took a bite of his food, chewing slowly and evenly before giving a reply.\n\n\"Only that there's more than one way to enter a cave.\" he said casually, taking another bite of salted pork and chewing thoughtfully.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Bluff check to convey a hidden message: (1d20+10)[ 18 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " @ Elril Loreweaver (goin' WAY back) \n\nMaster Pale's house is a small, two-story house in the equivalent of a suburb. It's made of brick, with one door at the front and no windows on the ground floor. There are lights in one upper floor window."
},
{
"author": "Leper_Kahn",
"message": " Nataraja decided that his skills weren't in gathering information so he choose to head to Pale's house with Elril. If Elril speaks Nataraja will give a simple answer. "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " \"Our man is no wizard. Or if he is then he dose not like showing it off. Our bar Keep saw him take out ten men with his sword flat. Probably an exaggeration. Still enough to be worthy of comment.\" Fidelis relayed this to Giles mentaly. \"Any magical protections are contrary of his freind. Who I've been told is a young lady. And he dose not keep servants. Thats all I've got.\" Fidelis took a long slow swallow from his ale. Fidelis pitched his voice to reach the barkeep. \"Could I get some food Barkeep? I'll take the same as him.\" Fidelis flashed a gold coin in the Barkeeps direction as incentive to hurry. He was also careful to make the coin hard to see. He wasn't going to waste magic on a petty bar fight."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Hmmmm... Maybe we should pay him a visit then... what do you think? Asharra will say, ordering herself some food as well... the finest in the place. Are you saying you know a way Giles? I was going to simply pay his home a visit wearing something nice and see if I could get in. \n\nAsharra will smirk and take a delicate sip of her wine... her table-manners oddly refined for someone of her appearance. She'll put the glass down and lay a hand on Giles with a wicked smile.\n\n Perhaps we should put it to a vote, sweet. Should we introduce ourselves good and proper, or give him more of a surprise? \n\n(Ahhhh if only there was an innuendo skill still. Ah well...)\n\nOn a DC 22 Sense Motive check only please (I took 10 on that bluff) \n Spoiler \nShould we try and talk our way in using our more subtle skills and magic, or should we invade through the back-door Giles mentioned?\n \n\n\nOf course, if the PLAYERS are good with innuendo... Sense Motive is, at times, unneeded. :P"
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles lowered his voice, giving his pipe a long draw before speaking, the smoke curling about his face as it flowed evenly from his mouth.\n\n\"The secret entrance seems best... supposedly, some creatures attacked my informants as they were leaving, but... I am not worried about anything a child can escape from,\" another slow draw on the pipe, and more speaking softly, \"If I had to hazard a guess, this man's \"friend\" is the wizard we were warned of, and she owns her own library... something perhaps to interest you, Asharra?\"\n\nGiles reflected a brief second on the fact that he was always stiff and formal with Ashe in public, then continued after taking a drink.\n\n\"What's more... a couple hours before I ascertained the location of the door... my informants revealed to me that he left the house, at about dusk.\""
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Well then let us visit him tonight. This library will be there tomorrow, I would imagine. \n\nAsharra will finish her wine in one long swig, and smile a wicked smile... the liquid giving her lips a disturbing, reddish hue. She'll stand and look to her new companions.\n\n Shall we? It's a lovely night and I feel like paying a friend a visit. "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles tapped the ashes out of his pipe, the sound almost like that of a gavel ringing in his ears as he stood up.\n\n\"Yes, the evening is still young; visitors would not be rude if they came calling.\""
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "Fidelis finished his ale with one long swig and stared ruefully at the remains of his meal. He sighed. \"Yes lets get this show on the road. Fidelis stood and flipped a coin to the barkeep before moving to the door. Waiting for his companions."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "It looks like we're headed out whenever the group is ready then. Since Mr. Mysterious keeps no servants, and no one will be able to let us in... shall I guess that we'll be taking the \"back\" enterance guys?"
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles pauses only to recover his gear from his room, then rejoins his companions.\n\n\"I know the way to the entrance... follow me.\""
},
{
"author": "Leper_Kahn",
"message": " Nataraja gets up and follows Giles out. "
},
{
"author": "Happytime",
"message": " Elril spent some time examining the house, until he decided it to be best to return to the tavern, and discern what the 'others' have discovered. He entered the black stag, and as soon as he spotted Giles' hulking stature, he approached the group, and listened silently as he rattled on about a secret entrance to the Pale household. As they leave, Elril can only think of an upcoming battle, and his wrists were visibly twitching, in anxiety to grab his sword and end somethings life. \n \n Spoiler \nPrepared Spells...\nCantrips- Mage Hand, Mending, Message (x2), Open/Close\nLevel 1- Shield (x3), Magic Weapon\nLevel 2- Wraithstrike (x2), Blur\n "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Hmmmm.... letting the DM know what spells are prepared seems like a good idea. After all... I'm no beguiler, with their spontanious casting. Thus, I shall follow suit!\n\nAsharra's Prepared spells! \n Spoiler \n 0th Lv. Detect Magic x2, Prestidigitation x2, Ghost Sound, Touch of Fatigue\n1st Lv. Mage Armor, Disguise Self, Cause Fear, True Casting, Magic Missile x2, Burning Hands, Ray of Enfeeblement\n2nd Lv. Invisibility, Darkbolt x3, Web, Wither Limb, Command Undead\n3rd Lv. Blood Purge, Displacement, Vampiric Touch, Fireball x2, Ray of Exhaustion\n4th Lv. Phantasmal Killer, Fear, Doom Scarabs, Channeled Pyroburst x2\n \n\n\nI am fully prepared to make something explode into several chunks of flaming offal! No seriously... Don't clump together if we get into a fight. I'd hate for any of you to become \"collateral damage\". 😏"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "The entrance to the sewer smells, quite frankly, horrendous. The simple stonework is functional, and that's about it.\n\nThe sewer tunnels are 50 feet wide, a ten foot wide groove in the centre channeling refuse, with twenty feet on either side to walk.\n\nFollowing the directions given to Giles by the boy, you come to a certain spot on the route.\n\n Map \n Spoiler \n \nScale = 10ft/square, party is at the bottom of the image, [1, J/K]\n \n\n OOC \n Spoiler \nI'm going to need listen and spot checks and marching order.\n "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "What do you say guys? I figure Giles is our \"meat\" and should be in front... besides... as our elven friend has been, til now... pretty stoic and silent... We have no idea what he can do. Is IS well armored though.\n\nWhat do you think about this order? Giles, Elril, Fidelis, myself, then Nataraja?\n\nOr perhaps Giles, Nataraja, Fidelis, Me, then Elril... so we have an armored man to the rear and our healer up front? What do you all think?\n\nAlso...\n\nSpot (1d20)[ 5 ] \nListen (1d20)[ 2 ] \n\nNote to self... put ranks in spot and listen. 😦"
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " I like the second. Having a fighter to the back beats a cleric to the back. Fidelis draws his hand crossbow and loads it with a sharp click. Here's hoping whatever we come across down here is living. My weapons are last resort items.\" Fidelis wrinkled his nose at the smell. \"I vote we do this really really fast.\" .\n\nlisten: (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \nSpot (1d20+4)[ 17 ] "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles grunted non-commitally, drawing his longsword and leading the way with his shield. He pauses at the darkness.\n\n\"I'm not a bat, you know. Can anyone light the path?\""
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Daece liats Fidelis intoned softly. Cupping his hands together. He opened them to reveal four glowing spheres. With a thought Fidelis made them fly to near the end of the corridor (But not completely to the end) and back. Positioning them perhaps twenty feet ahead of the group. \"They will only last a minute but they work and I can send them out a fair few times.\" \n \n Spoiler \n Casting dancing lights. Using my gnomish ability to do it.\n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " Spoiler: Spot and Listen DC 16 or Higher \n Spoiler \nYou hear something moving in the water, and see a slight ripple at J16\n \n\n\nGiles recalls that the path requires you to follow it to the end and turn right."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Unless we're going to be sprinting through here, I'd suggest a different means of light. Asharra will say, handing Giles a torch from her pack, The old ways are best sometimes... I'd prefer to save my magic for what it's meant for... \n\nAsharra will smirk at the gnome, and wait for Giles to lead on... since he's going to be at the front. Given her rolls... she's probably paying more attention to her fellow party members than to the sewers. But she doesn't show even a trace of fear, nervousness... or reluctance. She's either fearless, crazy... or actually fond of walking through \"god-knows-what\" infested sewers at night. Or maybe all three."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles grunts and relinquishes his grip on his shield, leaving it to hang on his forearm so he can grip the torch; forget letting go of his sword.\n \n Spoiler \n Spot Check: (1d20+8)[ 16 ] \nListen Check: (1d20+8)[ 27 ] \n\nIf his Spot check succeeds, I'd like to use an immediate action to use my Skill Trick: Point it Out to give Asharra another Spot check with a +2 bonus.\n \n\n\nEDIT: Ha, it does succeed!\n\nGiles pointed his sword at the water and murmured to Asharra.\n\n\"Pay attention; there's something nearby, just under the surface... and it's bigger than I am...\""
},
{
"author": "Leper_Kahn",
"message": " OOC \n\nYou guys post too freaking fast!\nListen: (1d20+3)[ 7 ] \nSpot: (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \n\nFailed listen but made spot. So I see if, but don't hear it... Hmmm...\n\nAlso spells prepared:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n0th\n2 Light\n2 Detect Magic\n1 Mending\n1 Read Magic\n\n1st\n4 Cure Light Wounds\n1 Sanctuary\n\n2nd\n1 Bear's Endurance\n1 Bull's Strength\n4 Cure Moderate Wounds\n\n3rd\n4 Cure Serious Wounds\n\n4th\n1 Cure Critical Wounds\n1 Summon Monster IV\n\n5th\n1 Cure Light Wounds, Mass\n \n\n IC \n Nataraja looks and sees the ripple. He prepares to fight and makes a very quiet prayer. \n The Sun decided we would preserver.\nThe Moon kept the promise.\nAnd then we carried on. "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Bigger than you, eh? Asharra will say with an amused chuckle. Let's take care of that then, shall we? \n\nNEW spot check... I guess (1d20)[ 17 ] \n\nAlso, whether that made it or not... Asharra is casting Mage Armor. I'm guessing I made it on a 17... but youu never know!"
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n\nFidelis shrugged at Ashe's comment. \"Both have their advantages. I'm not to worried about using my weakest skills early. Especially when I have plenty in reserve.\" The balls of light Fidelis had summoned moved into a square formation and steadily headed forwards in an attempt to locate whatever had made the ripples. I don't think we are the only ones in this sewer.\" "
},
{
"author": "Happytime",
"message": " Elril whispers a quick verse, and even the most novice of sorcerers would know that Loreweaver had just summoned an ethereal shield, to better protect himself. He drew his rapier, and looked to Giles. \n\nOOC: Marching Order? Near the back of the group. I suppose it's a bit late for spot and listen..."
},
{
"author": "Leper_Kahn",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Happytime \n OOC: Marching Order? Near the back of the group. I suppose it's a bit late for spot and listen... \n \n\n OOC \n\nI think this is the order:\nGiles, Nataraja, Fidelis, Me, then Elril?"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "A large, black, tentacled mass bursts out of the water at I7, a tentacle whipping out to strike each Nataraja and Giles.\n\n \n Spoiler \n AttackGiles - (1d20+9)[ 11 ] \n AttackNataraja - (1d20+9)[ 18 ] \n If successful: \n DamageGiles - (1d4+4)[ 8 ] \n DamageNataraja - (1d4+4)[ 6 ] \n GrappleGiles - (1d20+30)[ 47 ] \n GrappleNataraja - (1d20+30)[ 37 ] \n If Grapple Successful... \n ConstrictGiles - (2d6+6)[ 3 ][ 5 ](14) \n ConstrictNataraja - (2d6+6)[ 2 ][ 2 ](10) \n As you can see... \nWe're dealing with a grappling monster. Grapple rules here ! I need initiative from all players.\n\nHave fun, and please remember, killing the DM may end the fight quicker, but it's highly unadvised.\n \n\n Neither attack is successful, you lucky bastards 😉. All I need now is initiative from everybody. "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Asharra will get a wicked smile across her face as the thing bursts forth from the water, lashing out at her comrades. Holding out her hands, she will speak eldrich words of arcane power... as flames of her own creation lick across her palms... She will let out a sadistic laugh and throw her hands forward... hurling the flames at the strange creature in a massive ball of destruction!\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nAKA: An elaborately described fireball... Aimed at the wall in G7 (unless it's moved closer by then... then she'll place it where along the wall she'll catch it in the blast... with as few of her party members as possible) The blast should catch this thing without touching the rest of the party...\n\nInitiative= (1d20+2)[ 3 ] \nFireball Damage= (10d6)[ 30 ] \n\nReflex save DC 19 for half damage.\n \n\n\nWow... hardly my best rolls ever. Um... no one get too close to that thing."
},
{
"author": "Happytime",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \n \n\n\nOOC: There's my init, I'd rather wait til everyone rolled theirs before I post. "
},
{
"author": "Leper_Kahn",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative: (1d20)[ 4 ] \n \n\n OOC \n\nI guess I'll say what I do. If I post after this with a new action then heed that post NOT this post please.\n\nWell... Never mind. rpgwebprofiler is down so I have to wait until it comes back up to post my action."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Leper_Kahn \n Well... Never mind. rpgwebprofiler is down so I have to wait until it comes back up to post my action. \n \n\nJust so you know, I just checked, and there was no problem opening your character sheet."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles, for his part, will glower at the beastie, dropping the torch near his feet and gripping his shield tightly, focusing on giving the creature a target whilst making himself as difficult to strike as possible.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Initiative: (1d20+3)[ 8 ] \n\nGiles will take a full defense action, which should kick his AC to nearly untouchable levels, even if he's still fleshy and nearby :)\n "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n\nQuickly rummaging among other regents concealed in his pouch Fidelis drew out three rose petals. Hold them on the open palm of his hand he drew a breath and blew them in the direction of the creature. \"Sleep\" The word seemed to echo slightly.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInit: (1d20)[ 12 ] Well I guess I'm first so.\n\nHoping to take it out quickly with a deep slumber. If it works the things out for 8 minutes unless some one wakes it. Effects at most 10 hd of creatures. Will save 19 negates.\n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Creature's Init - (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \n \n\n Creature wins init... "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "The creature moves to be next to the party, and attempts to grapple Nataraja and Fidelis (My apologies, I'm not picking on you because you cast Sleep, you're just next down the line 😦) .\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n AttackNataraja2 - (1d20+9)[ 28 ] \n AttackFidelis - (1d20+9)[ 14 ] \n If successful... \n DamageNataraja2 - (1d4+4)[ 6 ] \n DamageFidelis - (1d4+4)[ 7 ] \n GrappleNataraja2 - (1d20+30)[ 50 ] \n GrappleFidelis - (1d20+30)[ 31 ] \n If Grapple successful... \n ConstrictNataraja2 - (2d6+6)[ 5 ][ 6 ](17) \n ConstrictFidelis - (2d6+6)[ 2 ][ 5 ](13) \n \n\n Nataraja is snagged, but Fidelis is not. Take the first damage, and if you fail the opposed Grapple (CAN you beat a 50?), take constrict damage as well.\n\nNow! Fidelis, you can put it to sleep, though it's moved to within in range, so casting provokes an AoO. Do you still want to do it? (15 foot reach, 5-foot step won't clear you of it) "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Please define \"next to the party\". I've got a large explosion going off soon, and I'd like to know where everyone is, so I know where to aim the thing. 😦\n\nEveryone need to let me know where they are, or I will bear no blame if you suddenly catch fire."
},
{
"author": "Leper_Kahn",
"message": " OOC \n\nNo I can't beat a 50.\n😩 Not that it's a problem... I could take this thing out by myself!\n\n*Nataraja is now grappled and waiting for his action to do stuff*"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " OOC @ Asharra (and the rest of the party, really) \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by BloodyAngel \n Please define \"next to the party\" \n \n\n It is five feet from the edge of the water in the square directly adjacent to the party member in the middle of the order (Fidelis)\n "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "OOC \n Spoiler \nOk... since there's about 5 of us, I'm going to guess that it's in I3 or I4 then... THUS.... Asharra shall be stepping back to K4 and aiming her blast of explosive death at G4... By my math, that means the entire K line upwards will be clear of the blast. I suggest you all get clear. As for Nataraja... um... well... you can always heal yourself once it lets you go... right?\n \n\n\nAs the flames lick up her slender arms, and her hair is literally blown back by the arcane forces she summons, Asharra will laugh. (Think Millenia from Grandia 2, for sheer sadistic glee. Props if you get the reference.)\n\n Stand clear or burn! She'll yell... and from the look in her eye, she's not bluffing."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " OOC \n Spoiler \nJuuuust waiting on Fidelis to decide whether or not to risk that AoO...\n "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "Well I guess I'm attempting defensive casting. RPGFwebprofiler is down but I think I have 6 ranks, (1d20+6)[ 24 ] "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "Also I quick 5 foot step back."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " CreatureSavingThrow - (1d20+7)[ 17 ] \n Of course you'll just put it to sleep... *sigh*. Lol. \n\nThe creature blinks its eyes heavily and releases Nataraja, beginning to sink into the pool."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n\nFidelis looked at Asharra \"Please don't. The things out for five to ten minutes. We can leave it or Giles can take a shot at just one hitting it while its still asleep. Save the burning for latter.\" Fidelis approached the thing and carefully examined it. That's one ugly... Thing... You owe me one cleric.\" "
},
{
"author": "Leper_Kahn",
"message": " Nataraja brushes himself off and looks at Fidelis shakily. \n It wasn't my time yet. Your part in the cycle has earned a longer thread. Consider yourself in for a long life. \n Nataraja then turns to look at the thing that grabbed him.\n\nWith a prayer Nataraja will stop bleeding and his bruises will heal. "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Asharra will look down-right disappointed... but will abort her spell. (If I can, at least.)\n\n Well that's boring. She'll say with a sneer. Fine... Giles, put a sword through one of it's eyes, so we don't have to deal with it on the way out. \n\nShe'll try and get a vague idea of exactly what the hell that creature is... But mostly will just wait for everyone to move on, disappointed in the lack of carnage. I pity the next thing we run across while she's in a foul mood."
},
{
"author": "Leper_Kahn",
"message": " OOC \n\nNote the prior post please. Apparently you can't add a roll after an edit.\n\nSo here's me Curing Moderate Wounds from my Healing Domain\n\n (2d8+9)[ 7 ][ 6 ](22) \n\n*Hopes for luck*\n\nEDIT: Okay 1 point down. I can deal with that."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " @Asharra \n \n Spoiler \nIf you're at all familiar with the MMII, it's a Darktentacle. CR 7, reasonably intelligent...it didn't get a chance to do much of it's cool stuff. But I'm not bitter about that, haha, just letting you know.\n "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles grunted and retrieved his torch, putting up his shield entirely in favor of the torch.\n\n\"Ignore it; the beast cannot be blamed for seeking a meal. We have more important matters at hand,\" Giles' eyes hardened, \"The sooner we have retrieved the trinket, the sooner I will have my information on my enemy. We should move, before the creature awakes.\""
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Giles... we will need to leave this way... And possibly with wounded, if there are any more things about. Asharra will say with an irritated sigh, before turning to the rest of the party... specifically Elril Fine. You! Elf! You do it. You have a blade. "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " \"I wouldn't be to worried about returning with wounded. Even if Nataraja runs out of healing, I have a wand to top us off. That said it would be annoying to have to deal with it again.\" Fidelis paced around it examining it with great interest. The balls of light (If still in existence) Hovering to give him a good view. \"Wonder what it eats? I doubt much would live down here bigger then my fist.\" "
},
{
"author": "Leper_Kahn",
"message": " I believe that there is no reason to kill this thing. As Giles said you can't blame it for seeking a meal. Does anyone have a way to detain it for a long period of time? \n Nataraja then lights his weapon. \n \n Spoiler \n\n OOC \nIt is a flaming weapon when lit it acts like a torch.\n \n\n I'm sorry I forgot about this. I don't use it often. \n Nataraja smiles. It's rather odd to see it on his face. "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " \"I have nothing that would stick around for quite that long. I'm going to advise if we are not going to kill it we get about our business.\" Fidelis walks back from the body of the creature and stands roughly in the middle of the group. I believe Giles was first. Lead on.\" "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "\"First rule of breaking and entering, Asharra. Never leave the way you came,\" With that, Giles started walking; he knew the way to the hidden entrance, and as he walked, he began to explain, albeit quietly that his voice might not echo.\n\n\"My informants were attacked when they were leaving the vicinity of the door; they said nothing about the approach. Whether or not that thing was what attacked them is irrevelant; we will not be coming back this way unless forced; now, let's stop wasting time. We have a trinket to steal.\""
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "A few twists and turns later, you find yourself at a wooden door. It's cut into the wall, there are a couple steps leading up to it. It's closed.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot checks, people\n "
},
{
"author": "Leper_Kahn",
"message": " OOC \n\nStupid RPG Web Profiler! I think I have 3 ranks based on Wis.\n\n (1d20+3)[ 23 ] \n\nEdit: O.o Natural 20!"
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Asharra will sneer and move on... leaving the sleeping beast where it lay. She's itching for an excuse to rip something apart though... so whatever we see had best not be alive and/or flamable.\n\nSpot check! (1d20)[ 4 ] \n\nAnd I continue my trend of noticing nothing! YAY! Apparently she's way too self-absorbed to bother looking for things. 😛"
},
{
"author": "Happytime",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by BloodyAngel \n Giles... we will need to leave this way... And possibly with wounded, if there are any more things about. Asharra will say with an irritated sigh, before turning to the rest of the party... specifically Elril Fine. You! Elf! You do it. You have a blade. \n \n\n Elril shrugged, and walked ahead, to plunge his rapier into the eye of the beast... twisting the blade, and ripping it out with ease. He wiped the gore on the creatures own skin, and was satisfied with the results, as he resheathed the blade. All the time, he said nothing, his loyalty to the group so far was quite staunch. "
},
{
"author": "Happytime",
"message": "(sorry, didn't notice your request for spot checks, and the group advancement. Doubleposting! =P )\n\n After deforming the already slain beast, they continued on, to find a plain wooden door...\n \n \n Spoiler \n (1d20)[ 18 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "While slightly disappointed to leave Fidelis followed after Giles until they reached the door.\n\nSpot: (1d20+4)[ 18 ] "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " Spot 15+... \n \n Spoiler \nThere's a small engraving on the stone just above the door. Spellcraft might tell you more.\n "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles examines the door quietly; it seemed Asharra had missed a detail once again, and so, he hoped he would find something she could handle... after all, Giles knew so little about magical wards.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spot check: (1d20+8)[ 22 ] \n \n\n\nEDIT: Giles smiles darkly, and points at the rune his keen sight has shown him.\n\n\"Asharra, look there; there is something above the door that needs your... attention.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Again, I will use an Immediate Action to grant Asharra a second Spot check with a +2 circumstance bonus, as per Point it Out.\n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " OOC @Giles \n \n Spoiler \n\n\n \n Originally Posted by MountainKing \n \n Spoiler \n Again, I will use an Immediate Action to grant Asharra a second Spot check with a +2 circumstance bonus, as per Point it Out.\n \n \n \n\nOkay, if you're not bothered by anything, you can just point it out and she'll see it.\n \n\n OOC @Asharra \n \n Spoiler \nYou may want to make a spellcraft check.\n "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Huh. Interesting little thing. Let's take a look shall we?\" Fidelis examines the engraving as well as he can at his height.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDamn RPGProfiler. I'm almost certain I have ranks in spellcraft. And my int gives me a modifier of 6. While I'm not certain Lets say I have a total modifier of ten for now. (1d20+10)[ 27 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " @Fidelis & Spellcraft 25+ \n \n Spoiler \n\n\n \n Originally Posted by The Duskblade \n \n Spoiler \nDamn RPGProfiler. I'm almost certain I have ranks in spellcraft. And my int gives me a modifier of 6. While I'm not certain Lets say I have a total modifier of ten for now. [roll0]\n \n \n \n\nWorks for me. Anybody with Spellcraft 25+ is aware that it's an alarm that will go off when the door is opened.\n "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Don't open the door Yet. It'll trigger an alarm. Fidelis said calmly. \"Clever bugger that guy. I have an idea though. Two actually. One is simply break the thing. Although I would avoid using it. The other I just silence our general area. It's a gamble on whether or not the sound is actually focused here. It probably is though.\" \n\nFidelis turned his thoughts inward for a moment. \"I have two methods of silencing this thing. One will keep it quite for perhaps eight minutes. The other eight hours. The problem is the second requires me to stay here. And I would probably be better off just staying here and casting the weaker one at it every now and then. I'd hope this thing shuts up when the door closes or after a certain amount of time. I hate boredom. maybe I could silence it then we see about destroying the alarm.\" "
},
{
"author": "Happytime",
"message": " Elril happens to catch a small indentation above the portal, and holds up his hand, signaling the group to halt their movement. \n\n\"There is an inconsistency in the stone above this door... I doubt it would be a stonemason's signature in his work. Allow me to take some time to make sure the passage is safe.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+11)[ 22 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "Fidelis sighed. \"Yes I believe thats the alarm I spent the last few minute talking about a way to get past it.\" "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles grunted with disinterest.\n\n\"Dispel the rune, mage. We don't have time to take chances, and we don't have enough information to be confident of where the alarm goes off. Erase it, quell it, whatever; just get it out of my way.\""
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Such a minor little thing. An alarm? Is that the best our little wizard can do? Asharra will muse with a smug laugh, No death... no fire... there must be more to it. I would be willing to wager that it summons our little friend's guardian beasts. \n\nAsharra will step up to the ward, holding her hand over his delicately... just shy of touching it.\n\n Hmmmm... I have nothing for this insignificant thing. Unless you can get us past it, little gnome, I say we simply destroy the sigil, the door and the wall all at once, and see where that leads us. "
},
{
"author": "Happytime",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by The Duskblade \n Fidelis sighed. \"Yes I believe thats the alarm I spent the last few minute talking about a way to get past it.\" \n \n\n Elril's eyes narrowed towards the tiny man. \n\n\"I will end your life and not shed a tear, Fidelis, if you push me that far.\"\n\nOOC\n \n Spoiler \nYou realize I posted only 13 minutes after you, and it takes me a while to post, right? 😡\n "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles' eyes narrowed as Elril spoke.\n\n\"We share an employer; doing so now would be betrayal. Shut your mouth, Elf; you stand in the presence of vengeance . Save your petty squabbles for a time when it will not impede the success of our present goal; we have been hired to perform a task, and don't have time for your behavior,\" Giles sneered at the elf, \"For the time being, if you have nothing that will get us past this rune without alerting the owner of the house or his pet wizard, then be silent.\"\n\nGiles takes a few steps back.\n\n\"Fidelis, if you cannot defeat the ward, then let us move to a safer place whilst Lady Asharra opens the way for us.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC: I'm pretty sure that he had no idea mate, though thanks for the roleplaying opportunity! *uneasy smile*\n "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n\nWith a shrug Fidelis says \"You need fear nothing except snappy comments from me Elril. Like our fighting freind here I do not condone betrayal. Now as for this alarm I have something that might do the job.\" Fidelis studies the engraving for a moment. Then he raises one arm towards it palm first, his fingers stretched towards it. Amoveo he whispers.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Sorry I know how long thinking about a post can take. Just seemed like the thing Fid would say. And sorry for the delay. My internet hates me.\nCasting: Dispel magic (3rd level spell) Dispel check: (1d20+8)[ 21 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " OOC@ Fidelis \n \n Spoiler \nYour dispel attempt was successful.\n "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " What have you done, gnome? I tire of waiting. Is the door warded still, or not? Asharra will say, petting Fidelis's head. What did you just cast? "
},
{
"author": "Happytime",
"message": "OOC\n \n Spoiler \nGeh? I could have swore I posted earlier today... btw, I love to cause IC waves \n \n\n Elril's hand lingered near the hilt of his rapier, but he never moved to draw it. Then, without warning, Elril's face creased into a smile, and he gave a curt bow to the gnome. \"Master Giles is correct. While we share an employer, you have no reason to fear me.\" If his earlier threat didn't put the gnome at unease, certainly the sudden mood swing might have. "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " \"Good to hear\" Fidelis responded easily. Now lets go in. I've bypassed our alarm with a dispel. No mass destruction right now I'm afraid Lady Ashe.\" Fidelis began to whistle more or less tunelessly as he reached for the handle. (Having to stand on tip toes to pull it off.) And opening the door."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles raised his shield out of habit, then seeing that the gnome was having difficulty with the handle, took the moment of time to push his hand away brusquely.\n\n\"You got rid of the ward we know of, Fidelis. Let me; should anything happen, it will be my pleasure to wreak painful retribution on Master Pale's little pet.\"\n\nGrimacing, he lifted his shield another inch, and tested the door, to see if it was locked."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "The door swings open easily onto a small wine cellar. The other side of the door is masked as a section of wine rack.\n\nOnly one person at a time can travel the first five feet, but afterwards it opens into a ten foot by ten foot room clearly designed for food storage. Another wooden door is on the west wall. (Nothing dangerous in this room, so I'll move on) \n\nBehind the door is a flight of stairs going up into the house. It's currently dark up there, but low-light vision would assist in sight (it's not THAT dark). The house is eerily quiet, only the sound of the wind against the shutters can be heard.\n\nAt the top of the stairs is a hallway (perpendicular to the stairs), fifteen feet long with a door on either end. The stairs are exactly in the middle of the \"hallway\"."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles, having thoughtfully picked up his torch after dropping it earlier (nothing to see there, no sir), found his way easily illuminated.\n\n\"We should split up. We know what to look for, we just don't know where it is hidden. Take your time, but work fast; we wouldn't wish to be caught with our trousers about our ankles.\" Thus being said, Giles hands his torch to Fidelis.\n\n\"I will begin searching upstairs; there is always a chandelier lit, and so, I will not be needing this.\""
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n\nFidelis in turn passed the torch to Asharra. My own eyes will work fine thanks.\" Fidelis said. He paused for a moment. And as if of it's own accord the filth of the sewers vanished from his boots. He quickly repeated the process with the others. \"That smells better. And it saves having footprints showing we've been here. I'll take the path to our right and take a look around. Look for a study. It seems like a place where we would find what we are after. I doubt he will have trapped anything in the actual house. But be careful.\" \n \n Spoiler \n The cleaning was my Gnomish ability to cast Prestidigitation\n "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "(I love prestidigitation! Whether you're wallowing in a sewer, or an orc's cave... always look and smell your best!)\n\nAsharra will take the torch from Fidelis and smirk. There may still be wards in place and guardians about... I do not thing going off alone is so wise. Two groups is better. Giles and I can handle ourselves. Why don't you boys look about down here? \n\nWith that, Asharra will take Giles' arm and chuckle under her breath.\n\n Lead on then Giles. "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "In silence, the hulking avenger leads the way, heading for the stairs and mounting them in even strides that matched his company's. Once atop the stairs, he attempts to see if there is anything of interest.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spot check: (1d20+8)[ 20 ] ; should I see anything of interest, and Asharra does not, assume that I grant her a new check at +2 please.\n "
},
{
"author": "Happytime",
"message": "OOC\n \n Spoiler \nIf there's nowhere else to go, Elril will follow Asharra...? I'm no good w/o visual aid \n "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "For Elril \n Spoiler \n Well... the group was supposed to be you with nataraja and fidelis... so they'll have a tank and wizard, and we'll have a tank and wizard. I'm sure they can get you some light. Didn't you bring a torch or a light spell? If not, one of them probably did.\n \n\n\nAlright. Asharra and Giles will head upstairs, with him leading the way, and her looking about for anything of interest. Once she's clear of the rest of the party... she'll cast detect magic, and maintain the concentration on it as we move... looking for anything fun that she might want to claim as her own. (Pretty much anything magical, really... She's quite fond of magic.)"
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n\nFidelis shrugged as Asharra and Giles moved off. Well lets get something done fellows.\" He said. \"Sharth.\" he intoned. Drawing a hand across his eyes. Before he headed though the door on the right.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'm also casting detect magic.\n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " @Asharra & Giles \n \n Spoiler \nYou find a flight of stairs going to the second floor just to the left of the door. A couple lit candles are in brackets on the wall in the stairwell. At the top of the stairs, you find yourself in what appears to be a small sitting room with a window looking out on to the street. A jeweled chandelier pours light into the room. There are doors across the room and on the right hand wall, the window is in the left hand wall.\n \n\n @Other Group \n \n Spoiler \nYou pass into large room, unlit.\n\n Darkvision required \n Spoiler \nA number of large cases, made of wood and glass, are in this room. A number of other things are on the walls.\n \n\n\nTake it from here!\n "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Ok... Asharra is giving the room a once-over with Detect Magic, especially the candles and chandelier, and not touching anything. If nothing here looks interesting, she'll move on once Giles is done poking about. He can choose and open a door.\n\nTaking 10 on a Search Check to find interesting and/or magical stuff. That gives me a 16."
},
{
"author": "Leper_Kahn",
"message": " OOC \n\nDo we really need dark-vision? Unless the room before was well lit my axe is lit which acts like a torch."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " @LeperKahn If your axe is lit, the consider the room lit and you can look in the spoiler. \n @ Asharra: One of the gems in the chandelier detects as magical. "
},
{
"author": "Happytime",
"message": "OOC\n \n Spoiler \nYes, I have torches... Just my luck I didn't pack flint and steel >:o\n \n\n Elril followed closely behind Fidelis and Nataraja, and as the room ahead became dark, Elril halted. \"Have one of you a shard of flint and a pound of steel to strike upon? It would be much easier to see if I lit a torch,\" Elril said as he pulled a diminutive wooden torch from his pack, wrapped with thick gauze and tar on the top. (Or whatever torches are wrapped with.)"
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles, for his part, will begin checking doors to see what they hide away, leaving the sitting area to Asharra. There are two of them on their floor; it would not be to their detriment.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot Check: (1d20+8)[ 27 ] \nListen Check: (1d20+8)[ 15 ] \n\nSpot when the door opens, listen to see if Giles hears anything suspicious.\n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " @Giles \n \n Spoiler \nThe first door opens on a long, quiet hallways with three visible doors, all closed. The second door opens on a small, ahem, discreet chamber (toilet).\n "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Sighing with frustration, Giles looks back at Asharra; she's busy at the moment, so, the hulking warrior sees no problem with taking a quick break. Discretely, he shut the door behind himself, and idly undid the laces on his trousers.\n\nWhen one spends all day in the bazaar, listening for information from street urchins, they don't have the time to do such private business, really. A few moments passed, and Giles was finished with his deed. Lacing his trousers back up, he opened the door quietly and attempted to begin his searching anew without Asharra noticing, but fails when his armored shoulder strikes lightly on the doorframe, making a thudding sound."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " Asharra and Giles: Listen check. \n\nEdit: Listen 20+\n \n Spoiler \nJust as Giles bumped against the bathroom door frame, another sound, almost hidden, sounded down the upstairs hallway. A footstep.\n "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "OOC: If the room is considered lit then I'll do what I say in my post. If not I cast dancing lights then do it.\n\n Fidelis \n \"Just hold his axe to your torch.\" Fidelis said. Know lets see. This is as good a start as any. Fidelis started moving around the room looking for both what they were here for and anything that might be of value. In particular magical items. \"Give me a hand here. We want this done fairly fast.\" \n \n Spoiler \n Search: (1d20+11)[ 25 ] \nFor good measure a listen check: (1d20+6)[ 10 ] Speaking of which BA here's hoping you pass yours this time. But 20 plus? I doubt it.\n "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles' head turns like lightning, and he draws his sword, murmuring softly to Asharra.\n\n\"Someone is here...\" He quietly motions for Asharra to get behind him, and dropping into a half crouch, he predatorially creeps down the hallway, ears and eyes straining as he prepares to kill whomever happens to be home.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot check: (1d20+8)[ 12 ] \nListen check: (1d20+8)[ 21 ] \nMove Silent check: (1d20+13)[ 19 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " @Giles \n \n Spoiler \nNo one is in the hallway, but there is a shuffling noise in the area of the door furthest from you (Make another listen check) . Among other things, you notice that there are odd brackets on the wall across from each door, and the hallway is approximately as wide as the doors.\n \n\n @Fidelis \n \n Spoiler \nThough nothing in the room detects as magical, it becomes quickly evident that this is a trophy room. In the centre of the room is a pedestal with a glass case, inside of which is a gigantic gem (6 inches wide).\n\nThe gem is not the same gem as was described to you, but it has a curious flair all its own. It has legs. They are spindly, like a spider, and appear to be part of the gem, rather than metal attached to it.\n "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "I guess I'll assume Asharra knows something is up, since Giles said someone is here. I'll make that second listen check though.\n\n (1d20)[ 14 ] \n\nNot expecting much.\n\nIn the meanwhile, while he was using the privvy... she would have done a bit o' investigating on this magic gem. It's probably just what keeps the chandelier lit... But still... she's curious. Taking 10 on a Spellcraft roll to determine what school of magic is enchanting the thing! That gives me roughly a 31."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " @Asharra and Giles \nThe shuffling has gone quiet.\n\n Asharra \n \n Spoiler \nThe magical gem in the chandelier matches the description you were given. It's about 10 feet up, though.\n "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n \"Oh won't you look at that.\" Fidelis whispers. Drawing his dagger he mutters \"Sileanc.\" tapping the glass softly with his free hand. Then he attacks uses his dagger to break the glass. hiting it solidly until it gives way. Finally he checks to make sure the gem is not trapped before claiming it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Casting silence on the glass. So no sound within twenty feet of it. Stabing the case till I get though then checking for traps. Search: (1d20+11)[ 28 ] After which I take the prize. (Considering my hand is not eaten or anything like that.\n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " @Fidelis \nYou are now in possession of a large, legged gem."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles will observe the brackets cautiously, then move back to Asharra.\n\n\"The sound has stopped... if you've found anything, you should go fetch the others, and see if anyone has any rope... we will leave via a window, if possible. I will go see if I cannot find out what the sound was.\"\n\nThat down, Giles will advance down the hallway, taking great pains to move as silently as he could, his ears still straining for any sound.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Listen check: (1d20+8)[ 9 ] \n\nI'd like to take 20 on my Move Silent, putting the check at a quiet-as-the-grave 33.\n "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n\nSmilling smugly Fidelis whispered mentally to his two companions. \"Let's try another room.\" Suiting his mental sending he opened the door. (Assuming only the door we came in is here. Otherwise I'll pick another more or less at random.)"
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " It is time for a hasty exit Giles.... She'll say with a sinister laugh, and begin channeling dark energy across her out-stretched hands. She will chant in a disturbing tongue for a moment, and then release the energy at the chandelier...\n\nDarkbolt spell, aimed at the support of the Chandelier, so it will come crashing to the floor. She's not subtle... and she didn't prepare any \"make myself taller\" spells. Once it's fallen, she'll stop for a second and listen... because I'm pretty sure that whatever was upstairs will be coming down in a hurry...\n\nOh, and she'll point out the gem to Giles.\n\n That's our prize... get it and let's go. \n\nFor the DM \n Spoiler \nAsharra is going to listen to the noise up overhead... which I'm guessing will come running... and will ready an action to toss a web-spell into whichever door or hallway the thing sounds like it will be emerging from! Bwa ha ha! In yo face mysterious thing!\n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " @Asharra and Giles \nAs the chandelier crashes down, the first door in the hallway (behind Giles) swings open, clicking into the wall and creating a barrier between Giles and Asharra.\n\n Giles... \n \n Spoiler \nA very angry looking fellow, tanned, with short brown hair and flashing grey eyes steps out into the hall, sword drawn. \"Run.\" he says to Giles. \"I enjoy a hunt.\" \n "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles spits at the man, sneering as he prepares himself.\n\n\"Sorry to disappoint.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Ready action to di-... oh wait, okay, trying to live. Ready action to feint and attack the man's weak point for max damage!\n\nBluff check: (1d20+10)[ 28 ] \nAttack roll (Longsword): (1d20+15)[ 32 ] \nCrit Confirm: (1d20+15)[ 31 ] \nDamage: (1d8+6)[ 8 ] \n\nIf the feint succeeds and I catch him flat footed, Giles deals an additional (3d6)[ 16 ] on a hit (+1d6 Deadly Precision, +2d6 Sudden Strike).\n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "Silently, the man replies, shifting his weight and striking unerringly into Giles' muscle.\n\n \n Spoiler \n attack1 - (1d20+13)[ 24 ] \n attack2 - (1d20+8)[ 21 ] \n damage1 - (2d6)[ 4 ][ 3 ](7) \n[rollv=damage2]2d6[/rollv]\n\nAlso, take 4 Str damage, (Fort DC 16 for half).\n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " Grr roller... damage2 - (2d6)[ 1 ][ 1 ](2) \n\nNote, Giles, all damage is non-lethal. "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Well... since Asharra is now all by her lonesome with the gem of magical awesome... she'll walk over to it with a smirk and pick it up. She will briefly muse about leaving her companions here to suffer the wrath of the angry owner while she gets all the rewards herself... but after picking up the gem, she will decide that at the very least, she should get Giles. After all... loyal men are hard to find.\n\n(This is, of course... if the gem isn't trapped to explode or something. But very few divinitions are damaging. At worst someone will read her mind... which may very well drive THEM crazy.)\n\nAnyways... the next round after that... she will begin channeling a spell of horrendous DOOM!!!! She figures the door might be magically barred or sealed somehow... But the whole wall likely isn't. She's going to spend a full round... nay... TWO rounds... channeling a \"channeled pyroburst\"... which will do 9d10 damage to the door, and the walls, ceiling, etc.... pretty much anything within' 20' of the door. (obviously, she will remove herself from this radius.)\n\nI figure that should blow something open... and probably set a chunk of the house on fire. heh. Either way, sorry Giles, but you'll have to survive one more round before the cavalry shows up."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "\"Pathetic worm !\" Giles snarls, \"I... am... VENGEANCE! \" With a throaty bellow tearing from his lips, Giles lashed out with his blade, determined to bring an end to his enemy.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nArright, first: Rapid Intimidation lets me make Intimidate checks as move actions, so, that's first.\n\nIntimidate Check: (1d20+18)[ 34 ] \n\nShould this succeed, Giles' attacks deal his Sudden Strike damage, thanks to Dread Blade, giving an extra (2d6)[ 3 ] per hit.\n\nNow, as I PMed you, Giles succeeded his Fort save, bring his strength down by 2, BUT, as a free action he will activate a use of Rage, increasing it by 6 (as per Reckless Rage). He will then unleash the fury of CAPS LOC- I mean a full attack.\n\nAttack Roll 1: (1d20+17)[ 36 ] \nAttack 1 Crit Confirm: (1d20+17)[ 32 ] \nAttack Roll 2: (1d20+12)[ 15 ] \nAttack 2 Crit Confirm: (1d20+12)[ 28 ] \n\nAttack 1 Damage: (1d8+8)[ 16 ] \nAttack 2 Damage: (1d8+8)[ 15 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n\nFidelis moves along glancing to the sides looking for something of note.\n\n(Basically moving away from the now silenced room in any avalible direction. One question. Can I hear the fight yet?)"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "Duncan's reply...\n RingofVengeance - (5d6)[ 5 ][ 2 ][ 6 ][ 5 ][ 5 ](23) \n Tumble - (1d20+22)[ 31 ] \n\nIf successful, \"Acrobatic Backstab\" makes Giles flatfooted.\n attack - (1d20+13)[ 21 ] , touch attack.\n damage - (4d6+3)[ 1 ][ 2 ][ 4 ][ 6 ](16) \n\nGiles, Will DC 15, or you lose your next action. Damage is lethal, punk 😛.\n\nEdit: He tumbles behind Giles, striking carefully and with surety.\n\n@ Fidelis: Yes, the fight is making much noise."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "Shortly after Duncan ducks behind Giles, the door explodes, revealing a crazed Asharra with a glint in her eye."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Howling with rage, Giles presses forward.\n\n\" YOUR PAIN SHALL BE LEGENDARY! \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nAttack Roll 1: (1d20+17)[ 37 ] \nAttack 1 Confirm: (1d20+17)[ 29 ] \nAttack 1 Damage: (1d8+8)[ 16 ] \n\nAttack Roll 2: (1d20+12)[ 31 ] \nAttack 2 Confirm: (1d20+12)[ 27 ] \nAttack 2 Damage: (1d8+8)[ 14 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "Duncan grunts in pain and ducks back into the room from whence he came. The sound of a slamming and locking door accompanies his retreat."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fdielis \n\nHearing the sounds of battle and a loud explosion Fidelis Mentally yelled at His companions in the previous room \"Get moving Giles and Ashe have gotten into trouble!\" Then with a mental bellow made to be heard by any inside Fidelis'es range (100 Feet) he started moving. His message was: \"YIELD MASTER PALE I HAVE YOUR BROWN HAIRED LASS WITH A DAGGER AT HER THROAT! YIELD NOW!\" \n \n Spoiler \n attempting an bluff attempt (Praying): (1d20+15)[ 21 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " @Fidelis' Group \n \n Spoiler \nYour magic flickers for a moment, and then shuts off.\n \n\n I'm off to bed. I'll do some posting in the early afternoon, after my classes. "
},
{
"author": "Leper_Kahn",
"message": " Nataraja continues to follow Fidelis. "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n \"The hell?\" Fidelis says pausing for a moment. Gathering from the lack of sound that one way the battle was over Fidelis stood where he was. Waiting for some indication of what he should do."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Giles! Come. I have what we came for. Asharra will say, channeling one last spell to hurl a fireball at where Duncan fled... setting more of his house on glorious fire, and maybe blowing chunks of the door into his back... who knows?\n\nThen she's turning to leave with her prize... whether Giles follows or not.... and going to regroup with... the group."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles howls as the tumbling dog pranced out of sight, sealing off the hallway a second time.\n\n\"Vengeance never rests, Duncan Pale! By the time the year is out, I will have spilled your blood and rent your soul from your pathetic mortal shell! I am wrath, Duncan Pale! NO MAN STRIKES ME AND LIVES!\" As Giles finishes his epithet, a ball of fire blossoms against the doorway. Turning in disgust, he strides back to the sitting room at the top of the stairs.\n\n\"I am coming, Lady Asharra,\" he murmured, the rage slowly leaving his body, \"Lead the way.\"\n \n Spoiler \n This post is brought to you by the assumption that letter C of the things I brought up in the OOC thread is what actually occured.\n "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n \"Well it seems they are alive.\" mutters Fidelis in response to Giles'es yelling. Looking down he notice he still held the spider like gem. He carfully hooked it to his belt via the legs before turning to his companions. \"Well it sounds like Giles could use some healing, from what he was yelling. Let's meet up with them.\" "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " @Fidelis' Group \nShort moments later, you are plunged into an unnatural, deep darkness. The wall torches extinguish themselves, and you are left in pitch black. Darkvision only, folks. Listen checks if you don't have Darkvision. "
},
{
"author": "Leper_Kahn",
"message": " OOC \n\nListen Check\n (1d20+3)[ 10 ] "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "Listen: (1d20+6)[ 11 ] "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Well now that we have the gem, Giles and I are going to head downstairs and try to collect the rest of the group. Granted, since we have what we came for and a clear route out (I think...) I don't expect we'll be trying very hard. Just let us know if we stumble upon anything.\n\nOh... and Asharra will cast detect magic again and keep it maintained... just in case."
},
{
"author": "Happytime",
"message": "OOC\n \n Spoiler \nUmm... I think the site that hosted my char sheet got deleted... http://www.coyotecode.net/ What am I going to do? I didn't have any other copy...\n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " @Happytime \n \n Spoiler \nI'm really not sure what you'll do. I'll see if you sent me a copy, but I can't make any promises there.\n \n\n\nThe pounding of your hearts in the darkness is loud and insistent.\n\nSuddenly, a hand reaches out and grabs Fidelis.\n \n Spoiler \n meleetouch - (1d20+13)[ 23 ] (Note that because you can't see you're at -2AC and flatfooted).\n If successful \n Trip Attempt - (1d20+4)[ 10 ] (Note that you're small, and your Dex/Str check is at a -4)\n\n If THAT's successful... \nYou are thrown forcefully through a glass case, and take Damage - (4d6+3)[ 3 ][ 1 ][ 4 ][ 3 ](14) \n "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "OOC: Written into my paper copy."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by The Duskblade \n OOC: Written into my paper copy. \n \n\n...you still have to make the check."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "OOC: Oh sorry. Running on caffeine at the moment.\n\nOpposed trip result: (1d20-4)[ 8 ] \n\nFidelis yelps loudly as he is flung unceremoniously into a glass case of some kind."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "Initiative please, from those present.\n\n Initiative Pale - (1d20+12)[ 23 ] "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles, as always, is listening intently, wondering where the others had gotten themselves, though like his companion, he wasn't in a special hurry to get to them; he wasn't so worried about this fool Pale.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Listen check: (1d20+8)[ 17 ] \n\nCan I hear the glass shattering from here?\n "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "Initiative: (1d20)[ 5 ] "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " @Giles: You can hear the glass smash, it'd take you two rounds of movement to get there. "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles snarled, the sound wet and filled with fury.\n\n\"The pathetic wretch is amongst our allies... shall I bring an end to him, milady?\"\n\nHis grip on his longsword tightened, and he glared eagerly down the stairs."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Not him. A man does not flee one fight and pick another. I think they face a differant threat. Asharra will muse with a smirk. Go Giles... I will clear the way ahead of you. \n\nIs the area they are in dark magically, or because all the lights went out? Because being able to see or not will GREATLY affect what Giles and I can do. Just let us know when we're there, what we can see and when we can act."
},
{
"author": "Happytime",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by psychoticbarber \n Initiative please, from those present.\n\n (1d2)[ 2 ] \n \n\nOOC\n \n Spoiler \nHe's baaaack! Much love to coyodecode.net for not dying.\n \n\nInitiative (1d2)[ 2 ] \n\nRoll for darkness (d20srd says 50% chance for a total miss in pitch dark, I'll let psycho decide if it's a hit or not.) (1d2)[ 2 ] \n\nIf that works...\n\n Elril stabs towards the sound of the commotion, hoping to catch the attacker unaware in the darkness. He then takes another quick stabbing motion. \n\n[roll1] & [roll2] (critical is 15-20/x2)\n\nShould they hit...\n\n[roll3] & [roll4]"
},
{
"author": "Happytime",
"message": "DOUBLEPOSTING b/c Gitp forums hate me...\n\n (1d20+10)[ 21 ] and (1d20+5)[ 15 ] (critical is 15-20/x2)\n\nShould they hit...\n\n (1d6+4)[ 7 ] and (1d6+4)[ 10 ] "
},
{
"author": "Happytime",
"message": "Initiative: (1d20+4)[ 16 ] "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " MoveSilently - (1d20+18)[ 25 ] Pale retreats into the darkness."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "OOC: Are we waiting on Leper?"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "OOC: Until Saturday, at most. I'll be leaving tomorrow afternoon and probably won't check in until Saturday afternoon."
},
{
"author": "Leper_Kahn",
"message": "Initiative: (1d20)[ 10 ] \n\nFrom how I understand it I was away from Pale so I will take a turn to get to him."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Darkness field, eh? Alright. Since there's no chance in hell that she's going to be able to see into it. Asharra will stop after but one round of moving towards the darkness, and sneer at it.\n\n Anyone who does NOT wish to be blown into small, burning chunks of bone and bloody meat, should step out of the darkness... right.... NOW! She will demand, and begin the chant for a fireball.\n\nFor DM \n Spoiler \n Asharra is going to purposely flaw the spell... changing one or two of the gestures and otherwise... NOT casting fireball. What she IS going to do, is attempt to bluff anyone and everyone in the darkness field into revealing themselves, for fear of being blown up. I'm guessing/hoping that he's not a spellcaster, and thus, won't know the real incantation from an ALMOST real one... I figure he'll run like a little girl... but you never know.\n\nIf she sees pale emerge, she will use a held action to use Wither Limb on him as soon as she can. If he doesn't in the next round... she will cast Fear into the darkness to \"persuade\" everyone to leave. Let me know which of these will come up. (Also remember, fear is a cone, and will affect everyone in the area... and that anyone asharra scares takes minor subdual damage.\n\nBluff Check: (1d20+12)[ 20 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "OOC: Am I inside or outside the darkness? Meaning just how far did I get thrown.\n\n \"Insolent human.\" Fidelis grunts. Holding his arms forward he will aim a cone of mental energy around where he believes Pale to be. \"WHELM!\" \n\nHe will also back pedal in the direction of Asharra's voice if she speaks before he acts.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThats a Whelming blast. Cone radius. Thirty foot range. 4d6 damage. Will save: 18 to avoid.\n (4d6)[ 16 ] \nConcentration: (1d20+9)[ 16 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "{OOC: Dealing with Whelm first. Asharra you have to wait through this round before you arrive (2nd round), though I'll keep your action on for next round, unless you want to change it.}\n\n Pale's Will Save - (1d20+11)[ 16 ] \n\nUnseen, Pale staggers in the darkness.\n\n(Nataraja's turn is spent trying to find Pale, now Pale's action, then the fireball bluff.)\n\nThere is a loud popping sound, followed by silence in the darkness. (Darkness will fade in a few minutes).\n\nDespite Asharra's pushes, the extra being does not exit the darkness."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n\nIf we are still in combat then I'll use this as my next move.\n\nFidelis moves out of the darkness in the direction of Asharra's voice. Once outside he will draw his leaf toped wand. Tapping it against his side.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUse Magic device: (1d20+10)[ 12 ] \nHeals: (2d6)[ 7 ] damn no dice.\n "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "I'm fine with waiting the extra round... Am I correct in assuming that the whelm went off... AND fear went off... and no one has come out yet? (At the least, I figured it would get one of the party... since it's a cone and I'm not being selective. She's hitting the whole darkness field.)\n\nAlso... any mook who fails the save takes 3d6 subdual in addition to being panicked. Anyone who makes it, take 1d6 subdual and is shaken. Panic = \"running like a scared little girl\" and shaken is a mere -2 to attacks and skill checks (and saves? I'm not certain)\n\nBut yeah... I'm curious if my Fear spell went off or not. Or if Elril and Nataraja have gone yet. Step it up guys!"
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles rumbled with a predatory growl, longsword and shield gripped tightly in his hands. Impatient, he roared into the darkness (as he has been following Asharra like the good dog he is).\n\n\"Pale! Step out and face me, worm! Your house is burning, my blade wet with your blood! LET US END THIS, YOU AND I! \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttempting a... Diplomacy check? My God, what? :p The intent is kind of clear, I guess...\n\nDiplomacy: (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \n\nRegardless of whether or not he is answered, if Pale shows his subdual dealing little face, Giles will activate another use of rage (it IS a different encounter... right?) and make both an Intimidate check ( (1d20+18)[ 35 ] and unleash the fury of a full attack action, the rolls for which I will leave to the DM, as I will be gone tomorrow and most of Sunday.\n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "Despite your best efforts, another round passes with no-one coming out of the darkness."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Not even our allies? Not Fidelis or Elril? Alright, screw 'em. We have what we came for.\n\n Enough of this Giles. We have what we wanted... Let us get out of this place before the coward's house burns down around us. Asharra will growl, and turn to leave out the way we came.\n\nUntil we get back, find out this is a clever forgery designed to LOOK like the real gem... and we have to kill Duncan, just out of spite. 😏"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "OOC: Sorry Asharra, I was only speaking for the character for whom I am responsible. I believe Fidelis already came out."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "Fidelis taped Asharra's elbow. \"I'm not that short you know.\" "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Then let's leave this festering hole before it burns to the ground. Asharra will say, looking down at Fidelis. I'm tired of this place. \n\nAnd unless someone heads out of the darkness to stop us... we're getting the hell out of this place. Sound good to everyone."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles will growl and slam the hilt of his weapon against the wall, but will otherwise be silent; in Asharra's experience, that would be the closest thing to consent the barbarian would give when he was in a killing mood.\n\nOOC: One question: front door, window, or sewer?"
},
{
"author": "Happytime",
"message": " Elril steps through the door behind Fidelis, sheathing his blades with a disgruntled look on his face. \"Have we obtained what we came for?\"\n\nOOC\n \n Spoiler \nIt's hard for me to follow the pbp, being sort of new and all, so ignore my if my character's asking really stupid questions.\n "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n \"I think Pale's gone. That or my spell actually finished him off. Not likely though. If you hurt him enough for that to take him out then I doubt he would have tried his luck with us. Still... I like to be sure.\" Fidelis grinned and took the gray bag from his belt. grasping a furry ball he threw it into the darkness. \"Take a look little freind.\" \n \n Spoiler \nThat's a bag of tricks I'm using (Gray.) randomized animal from this list.\n Gray \t\nd% \tAnimal\n01-30 \tBat \t\n31-60 \tRat \t\n61-75 \tCat \t\n76-90 \tWeasel\n91-100 \tBadger\n (1d100)[ 66 ] Whatever i is it will have sent or in the case of bat Blind sense. Just getting it to check the darkness.\n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " @ Fidelis: According to your furry friend, there's nobody in the darkness at all (unless Nataraja didn't leave. But nobody threatening) "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \nA small cat leaves the darkness. Being unable to communicate verbally it simply shook it's head. Fidelis picked it up and let it back into the bag. \"Well no Pale. Let's go.\" "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " We have what we came for... and, as charming as it was... we take the sewer. At least we know that way is clear. Then we split up and meet back at the old meeting spot tomorrow night. That may serve to throw his pursuit, if any... off of the track. Asharra will say, moving for the exit swiftly."
},
{
"author": "Leper_Kahn",
"message": " Nataraja follows Asharra "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n \"Why at night?\" Fidelis asked while tying the bag to his belt. \"If we were to do that we might as well just hand it in now.\" Fidelis starts heading towards the sewer."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "{OOC: When you get there, you don't run into any resistance in the sewer.}"
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles glowers in the gloom, shield and longsword still gripped tightly. The adrenaline from the previous battle beginning to wear off. Finally, he speaks quietly.\n\n\"I could have killed that cowardly wretch,\" he grunted, shifting his shoulders, causing his breastplate to rustle slightly, \"I swear that one day, his blood will coat the ground, and his body will find its final rest deep in the grasp of the cold, unfeeling earth.\" Aside from that, he said nothing more; his mind was still too focused on the fight, on the blood that sprayed into the air, and on the strange blow that Pale dealt him which weakened his limbs.\n\nIn silence, he walks at Asharra's side, remaining a step ahead of her, to better stand in the way of some unexpected danger.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThis post is brought to you by alcohol, and took me fifteen minutes to type. That will be all.\n "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " I suspect our employer will wish us to ensure that we are not trailed to him... And I want a moment or three to study this gem before we blindly hand it over. Asharra will say with a smirk, Do you not agree, little gnome? Or would you just give away this thing that such a powerful man sought after? "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n\nFidelis grinned. \"Give implies free. And I wouldn't give him a drink if he was in the desert and I had a river. Pay though. Thats good.\" Trudging though the gunk Fidels added. \"Here's hoping the Pale we just robed's freind isn't to good at divination.\" "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "\"Let them come,\" Giles growled, \"I will tear them to shreds, as easily as I cut into Pale...\" he trailed off, mumbling curses and things that sounded like oaths to dark powers and on his mother's grave, typically involving what sounded like the word \"vengeance\"."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "So... would it be safe to assume that we can scatter and I'll get a chance to study this thing? Fidelis is welcome to help me out... but as he's not a man who's spells come from book-learnin' there might not be much he can do."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n \"True my skills are not from books, but I know my way around the arcane world. I'll lend a hand to studying this thing.\" Reaching the exit to the sewer Fidelis climbed up onto the streets. He quickly cleaned away the sewer gunk magically. Also cleaning off his allies as they exited. (Unless it's been over an hour since I cast it.)"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "@ Fidelis: Your cleanliness and that of your allies is assured.\n\n@ Asharra: How do you want to go about studying it? Spellcraft tells you it's radiating Divination magic."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "OOC: Knowledge arcana? Identify?"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "OOC:\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by The Duskblade \n OOC: Knowledge arcana? Identify? \n \n\nYeah but which? 😛 I'm going to force you to tell me what you do. Would you like to make a Knowledge Arcana roll or cast identify?"
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Well... First off... Arcana Knowledge. But should that turn up nothing, I will pay a research visit to the library in town tomorrow. Asharra will cast \"Mask of the Ideal\" on herself... so she should have even MORE ease with social skills (Though she may attract more male attention than she wants... but meh. She's used to it.) Of course, I shall not be going as myself. In fact... I think I shall go disguised as a plucky young wizardess with Ash blonde hair, with thick spectacles perched on her nose. Her name shall be Evelyn Crestmire, and she shall say it like a proper, somewhat haughty little noble's daughter who's daddy bought her magic lessons. She will be attractive in a nerdy \"young librarian\" way. Giving off the air of a rank novice who none-the-less is struggling to be taken seriously and considered smart, she will ask to look over the books on magical artifacts. If asked why, (Or if she is not) she will inform all involved that her master is a stubborn old goat who refuses to teach her spells until she earns them... and her task for this week, is to identify a rare magical trinket withOUT using a spell to do so. She will seem both annoyed and indignant at this task... as if she sees no reason to actually put so much time and effort into something that magic can solve so easily. Thus, if someone will make her or sell her a scroll of identify... she will gladly buy it... and head off with a smirk. If not, she will simply look through every book she can find for information about this gem.\n\nOh... should I spy Pale or his little wizardess friend... I will steer clear of them, if possible. Just in case.\n\nShe will take 10 on any acting or bluff rolls needed to pull this off, unless she has to speak to Pale or his friend directly. This will give her a 22 in acting, and a 26 in Bluff. I'm not sure which one is more relevant.\n\nFor the initial arcane knowledge check however... (1d20+12)[ 27 ] \n\nSocial skills... Not just for bards, baby!"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "@ Asharra.\n\nYour arcane knowledge reveals to you that it is a receptacle for information, and is well-warded. There is a twisting of arcane power that you don't understand, but it's extremely innovative and very interesting. If you had more time to study it, you might understand the arcane principles behind it.\n\nYou're also able to discover that the stone is not described in anything anyone in the library knew about. You are also directed to another nearby library, the curator of this library says that the other one is a much better library for arcane studies."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles, for his part, will attend to his own business, and will return to the bazaar, though he will bring more of his equipment this time. In fact, the only items he will leave locked in his room will be his longbow and his quiver of arrows. Once in the bazaar, he will immediately seek out the boy informant from the day prior."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "@ Giles\n\nYou find him resting, trying to stay off his recently injured leg. \"No,\" he says as you approach, \"I'm not doing anything more for you, too dangerous.\""
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles simply moves in close, whispering so that only the boy may hear.\n\n\"You lied to me; Pale was home.\" His tone is dark, the sound of it grating like gravel to the informant's ears, and it was clear that, no matter the reason, the hulking man would brook no excuses. Standing, Giles turns and walks away, fading into the hubbub of the bazaar...\n\nBut he was not leaving.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Intimidate check: (1d20+18)[ 34 ] \n\nGiles will be remaining in the bazaar, keeping an eye on the cripple (taking ten on his Spot check, which will put him at a constant 18). If the boy moves, Giles will follow him from a relatively safe distance.\n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "@ Giles\n\nHours later, a day's work of begging finished, the boy stands up and limps off."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "After sleeping the remainder of the night and refreshing his spells. Fidelis decides to kick back and take a day off working. This translates roughly to tracking down Machians and having some fun with them.\n\n \n Spoiler \nGather information to try find a Machian/s: (1d20+10)[ 30 ] Taking (1d4+1)[ 4 ] hours.\n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "@ Fidelis\n\nThe best place to find one would probably be Embassy row. It's a long journey to Kayru from Mechia, so very few actually make it out here. Embassy row is a pretty well-guarded place."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles snarled softly, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword, the other clutching the shield that is slung over his shoulder. He uttered a single word, so softly that it was as if he never really spoke it.\n\n\" Vengeance. \"\n\nAnd so did he follow the boy from a distance, trailing him until he found out where the boy lived... or at least pretended to live. His treachery would fall heavy on everyone that he threw into Giles' path, should he attempt to deceive him again."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "@ Giles\n\nWhat do you intend to do when you get there?"
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "That depends on a lot of different variables, mate. How about we get me some of that situational awareness we talked about, so I can proceed being eeeeeevillllllllllle. 😏"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by MountainKing \n That depends on a lot of different variables, mate. How about we get me some of that situational awareness we talked about, so I can proceed being eeeeeevillllllllllle. 😏 \n \n\nLol, I meant roughly. Like murder, intimidation, wholesale slaughter...?\n\nEdit: That helps me understand the kind of info you'd need to worry about."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "I intend to kill the boy, his family, and should he have ducked into a place that is not his home, I intend to kill anyone whom he tried to lose me through, and *then* move on to kill the boy."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "The boy travels through slummy streets and enters a small shack. The door closes behind him, unlatched, and a small glowing fire sheds light into the street. There are a few people out on the street, but they pointedly try not to make eye contact with you, clearly afraid.\n\nThe shack can't be more than two small rooms, a single story."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles will circle the shack quietly, not drawing his weapons. In silence, he inspected the building, looking for windows or back doors...\n\nHe'd need to pay special attention to those, of course... he would have to strike swiftly, instilling terror in his enemies, and then end their pathetic lives. The treachery of the boy, paired with the housing of such a wretch, would cost the occupants of the shack, and cost them dearly."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "Well Giles is getting his revenge for a quasi imagined slight. So lets do this thing.\n\nFidelis headed towards the embassy however before reaching there he ducked down an ally and cast a spell. \"Digesu.\" He muttered. Fidelis vanished. In his place stood a Machian human boy. Leaving the ally Fidelis looked from one building to another like he was seeing it for the first time. When he reached the embassy Fidelis walked forward as if he had every right to be there. And when/if questioned replied in a shrill voice. \"I'm going to see father.\" \n \n Spoiler \nCasted disguise person. 80 min duration\nBluff: (1d20+15)[ 23 ] \nDisguise: (1d20+30)[ 33 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "@ Fidelis\n\nOkay. Just so you know (I'm not bothered by it or anything), the name of the place is Mechia, so people from there are Mechians. 🙂\n\n@ Giles\n\nThere's a hole in the back of the shack covered over only with a hanging blanket, and there are no windows."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles continued his prowling then, circling the house once more before making his decision. He headed to the door, and gently knocked on the pathetic thing, making just enough sound to be audible inside.\n\nWith luck, there would be more than just the wretched traitor inside; likely an adult, in charge of maintaining the \"household\". Putting on a veneer of calmness and honesty, Giles waited for the door to open; what he did now was not treachery. The law of vengeance dictated an eye for an eye; the wounds suffered at Pale's hand would be exacted upon the boy, and his family...\n\nAnd Giles would never shed a tear..."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "Ahh good to know thanks."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "@ Giles\n\nThe boy opens the door, and just as quickly slams it. Feel free to act."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles, not a fool by any measure, immediately ran towards the back of the shack, to the blanketed opening. As his powerful legs pumped rapidly, he hauled his sword from its sheathe, long legs carrying him over the distance swiftly and easily.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Take off every zig! For great justice!\n\n Justice. \n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "Giles encounters the child half-way out of the hole in the back of the shack, and is free to do as he likes."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles will sneer and boot the child in the chest, launching him back into the hovel.\n\n\"You betrayed me, rat. Your lies nearly cost my Lady her prize, and as such,\" Giles will advance on the boy slowly, threateningly, \"You. Will. Die.\""
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "Silently, but with eyes as wide as dinner plates, the boy tries to scramble away. (provoking AoO...)"
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles lunged forward, launching his weight forward on one foot, putting force behind the extent of his arm, sending the longsword plunging towards to prone child's chest.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Not that it should really make a ton of difference, but prone targets count as flat footed, and thus get SNAEK ATTAKCD for great justice.\n\nAttack roll: (1d20+15)[ 22 ] \nCrit Confirm: (1d20+15)[ 27 ] \nDamage: (1d8+6)[ 12 ] + (3d6)[ 4 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "The boy's eyes grow yet wider, shortly before the life leaves them.\n\n \n Spoiler \n3d6 SneakAttack, and it only did 4 damage, haha.\n "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "OOC: Sorry for the slight delay in posting. Things have been hectic lately. I should be back to my former self in a week or so. Don't feel you have to wait for me.\n\nFor her part... Asharra is going to keep to the guise of Evelyn, and try to get her hands on a scroll of identify. Which she will use on Mr. Pale's little trinket. She's not the type to be denied... so if she can't get one the legal way... she WILL make nasty plans for the unfortunate person who possesses said scrolls and is unwilling to sell. 😏"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "@ Asharra\n\nIt's a big city. DMG Market Price. 🙂."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Nice! I shall purchase one, all legit, and in the comforts of my own home... when Giles is around to stop me, if I start freaking out... I shall cast identify on that thing and see what it does and how to use it."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Still sneering, Giles savagely stomps on the child's mouth. A wet crack is the only sound of protest as Giles' boot crashes down, and with a simple motion, he slips his sword's blade into the mouth that can no longer close in protest, resting it under the tongue. With a grunt, he shoved the blade down, severing the newly made corpse's tongue. Bending down, he wipes his blade across the boy's belly, then plucks the tongue from the pulverized mouth after sheathing his sword. Casting about, he tears the leg off one side of the boy's trousers, and after securely wrapping the tongue into a bundle, he placed it into the outermost pocket of his satchel, and stepped out of the shack via the back curtain as before, idly fingering a smokestick as he paused to see if he heard any incoming resistance.\n\n...or pesky fools with too much curiousity.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Listen check: (1d20+8)[ 16 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "@ Giles\n\nA familiar sack catches Giles eye. It's his money purse, filled with the gold he had given to this traitorous wretch earlier that day.\n\nEven more interesting is the sheaf of paper that the bag was lying on. It had a seal that Giles knew well. Very well. The Amaros family seal was on a letter that this whelp had."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles froze, almost mechanically shoving both the letter and the sack of coins into his satchel's main pocket, the letter especially far away from the bundle in the front, just in case. He casts his gaze about the room, fury building within him. Grabbing the boy's body, he drags it across the floor, then hurls it onto the straw mattress of the bed, then with barely restrained movements, he grabbed two of the handful of candles that were lighting the hovel, and carefully applied them to the mattress, blowing gently to encourage a fire.\n\nAfter ensuring that the wooden walls of the shack would go up, Giles moved out the back \"door\", smokestick in hand. It didn't matter if anyone saw him; his hood was up, and he had places to go.\n\nNow."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n\nAssuming he made it though the front gate.\n\nOnce inside the embassy Fidelis will find a quite hidden spot. And recasting the original Disguise person spell will change his image to that of a well dressed plump halfling. He seeks out a serving person and stops them. \"I was told that my contact from Mechia would be here. Would you know where I could find him?\" \n \n Spoiler \nDisguise person spell.\nDisguise: (1d20+30)[ 49 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "So... er... If Giles is off wherever... I'm casting Identify on that thing! A divinition device doesn't seem so dangerous. Unless of course, it connects my mind to an eldrich horror from beyond time! IEEEEE! Hastur!\n\nSeriously though. Asharra is going to try to identify that thng using her brand new scroll of awesome!"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "@ Fidelis\n\nThe guard glances at you, bored, and says in an equally banal tone \"Papers?\"\n\n@ Asharra\n\nThe stone contains a map. For what, you're not sure, but it indicates a hidden valley in the mountains about a week's walk from Kayru. The map is magical in nature, but easy enough to decipher."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles, apparently un-accosted, promptly made his way toward the meeting place where he knew Asharra would be. He kept to the shadows, moving as swiftly as death itself. All the while, the image of his discovery burned into his eyes.\\\n\n Count Amaros... \n\nIn silence, he stood near the entryway of... wherever... they were meeting. Hopefully, it was the room he had rented at the tavern for himself and Asharra."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis (Assuming I'm still in Boy form.\n\n \"Oh right.\" In his child form Fidelis took a step back. Reaching into his pouch he removed a small prism. \"Leune.\" He says with a quick flick of his hands. The colors of His clothes skin and gear fly forward hitting the guard. Fidelis simply disapeers. Quickly moving out of the way he wonders to himself. Why do they always want bloody papers. Ah well As likely as not he would have been unsuccessful in finding a Mechian. Might as well head to that Inn. He would be early. But inns thrived on gossip.\n\n \n Spoiler \n5 foot step back followed by Blinding color surge followed by fleeing to the inn. The spell basically means will save of 18 to avoid blinding for one round and I'm invisible for eight rounds.\n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "@ Fidelis\n\nOOC: Gotcha about the spell. Sorry that adventure wasn't more fruitful."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "When Giles returns, Asharra is in her night-clothes, in the process of scrawling down the map that the gem contains on several sheets of parchment. She will not even turn as he enters the chamber. She will, however, let out a weary sigh.\n\n Now where have you been, exactly? Stalking about at night while I do all the work of translating this? Asharra will say mockingly, her loose nightshirt hanging off her shoulders. She will turn to Giles with a faint smirk.\n\n Come here, rub my neck, and tell me what is so important that you've been off so long tending to it... instead of me. "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n\nSince he would arrive at the inn well before the meeting time of that night Fidelis spends some time finding out about the latest gossip. Starting with the Barkeep. \"Anything worth hearing?\" He asks while purchasing an Ale. When he sees any of the group members he will go up to them. Or as the case might be follow them.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Canceled the disguise person\nGather info: (1d20+10)[ 23 ] Taking (1d4+1)[ 2 ] hours\n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "@ Fidelis\n\nAfter a couple hours of useless blather, the following information finds your ear.\n\nA new delegate has joined the Mechian delegation, according to most of the people. This wouldn't be nearly so interesting if said person wasn't eight feet tall and completely cowled in black robes.\n\nThe figure has never left the side of the current diplomat, Cristof Amaros, and has been seen whispering in his ear all day. Most of the people you talk to are very creeped out by this dark figure."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles stared quietly at Asharra from beside the doorway for a moment, the door having been closed and locked. Exacting vengeance had filled him with satisfaction, but the feeling had turned cold the moment he had found the letter. Before Asharra speaks, he begins to strip away his gear, piling it neatly next to the small chest by the wall for belongings. His bow and quiver already leaned there; next to it went his sword, and his shield. Everything else was deposited into the chest as Asharra began to speak, though the dagger remained strapped to his forearm, snug in its sheathe.\n\nHe stripped away his shirt and vest, leaving himself bare from the waist up, and silently he stepped up behind her, seated as she was at the small table. His hands, rough from a decade of warrior training followed by a decade of hard labor in prison, settled lightly on her slim shoulders; for Ashe, Giles gave the only gentleness he had left in him, when she wanted it.\n\nIt was the nature of their arrangement... she hungered for power, above her thirst for pleasures of the body and mind. Giles was her muscle; her guard by day... yet something undefinable by night.\n\n\"My informant betrayed us to Pale,\" Giles murmured as the tips of his thumbs began to press against Ashe's skin, slowly rubbing upward along either side of her spine as it climbed her neck to the base of her skull, \"...I do not think I need explain any further.\""
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "\"Lady\" Ashe will crane her neck and let out a soft purr.\n\n Well you didn't miss much. Martin Pale can have his stone... once I'm done copying the map it contains. Asharra will say with a wicked smile as she laughs softly to herself. This could merit looking into further, Giles. I don't know what this map leads to, but I am going to find out. And you are going to help me... Won't you? \n\nAsharra will laugh, already knowing the answer to her question... and will lean back in her chair to look up at Giles.\n\n But we can speak of it tomorrow... I have been working for some time. Right now, I would prefer... to relax... \n\nWhat will follow is probably not terribly appropriate to be played out... so unless Giles has something to add... I'm all set to move ahead and deliver Martin his little stone. 😏"
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "\"I am at your service, milady,\" is all Giles says in response... and then, the world blurs into the realm of fast forward, lest we get banned (or at least warned). 😎"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "@ Ashe & Giles..\n\nAaaaaand scene. Though I find it interesting that most people (myself included) had no problem reading Giles' murder of that child but don't want to read the sex. *Sigh*\n\nWhere to from here, folks?"
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Well... this is a forum for kids too. I have no problem with in-game... let's say \"stuff\". For the sake of the forum, the monitors, and the poor, poor children who I'm sure have no trouble finding sexual things to read elsewhere if they really want... I fade to black.\n\nIn the morning, we're gathering our little gnome friend, (and Elril, if he's still alive and with us... Team Evil seems a bit... short) and going to give Pale his little gift. At least, that's my plan now that I have the maps that gem contains."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles, for his part, once Asharra is asleep dreaming dreams that would leave our younger readers soiling their bedsheets, will go to the table and read the letter he found in the informant's shack."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "The letter reads\n\n You will be well rewarded for keeping an eye on Giles for me. Take this letter to the gate guard at the Silver Court, and ask to see me, and you will be taken to my sitting room to report. Any attempt to warn Giles will result in your swift death. \n\nThe flowing handwriting is familiar to Giles, as is the signature.\n\n Cristof Amaros ."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles will read the brief letter in silence, staring at it after he finishes with a building fury. His fingers grip at the edges of the letter, so tightly that his knuckles whiten and the paper begins to tear at the edges from the shear force of his fingers pressing against each other. His blood boils in his veins, a snarl building in his throat. In spite of his state of undress, the barbarian suddenly stands, tearing the paper as his hands parted violently. Gripping the table, he heaves it with a throaty cry of outrage as he sent the piece of furniture crashing unquietly against the wall, then the floor, turned over in his fury. Whirling, he snatched up the chair, and strode over to the chest, pausing only to collect the candle he had overturned onto the floor.\n\nRelighting it, he set it on the chest after digging some tools from his pack. Fury burned in his eyes as he arranged a rag, some oil, and a fresh whetstone on the lid of the chest... he had saved this whetstone for a special occasion...\n\n...and perhaps, that occasion had arrived. In silence, he drew out his sword, examining the blade in the flickering illumination of the candle, then laying it across his knees, he calmly applied oil to the stone's surface and the blade in thin amounts. The sound of his blade scraping quietly over the whetstone was the only sound he made further; he poured over a decade of bitterness and pain into his work, honing the edges of his sword, and then his dagger, with a passionate touch that not even Asharra had experienced.\n\nCristof Amaros was looking for him... no, he had found him... and so, he had found his death. Giles stared at the glittering blades of his weapons, examining his work in the candlelight... his rest would not be fulfilling... only necessary for what was to come."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n\nNow isn't that an interesting find, thought Fidelis. He glanced towards his informant. \"Interesting.\" Says Fidelis sliding across a gold piece. \"They say the Mechian was at a killing.\" Fidelis slid the thought into the mans mind. Fool shouldn't have a clue that thought isn't his own, Fidelis thought to himself. Aloud he said. \"Get yourself some beer and spread your knowledge with others.\" Rumors. Thought Fidelis. Small time, but it would do for now.\"\n\nAs the evening wore on Fidelis grew bored and tired of waiting for his companions. \"Ah whatever. I'm probably best off not knowing what they are up to.\" Fidelis muttered. He climbed out of his seat and walked up to the inn keeper. Placing a platinum on the table he spoke to the man. A room if you would. If you see the Woman with the black clothes and her warrior. Send them up.\" "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Asharra will sit up with a start... magic crackling about her bare figure as Giles throws a tantrum. She will look about wildly... her hair tossing and her eyes scanning the dark room as she prepares to decend the mind of the guilty party into a level of hell that few could bear.... when she will see that the guilty party is, in fact... Giles. Still... she will not quite cease channeling her magics.\n\n GILES! What in the name of the nine hells that I am about to send you to are you doing?! "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "\"HE is here, Asharra. He has followed me, and now he seeks me out! I will kill him, Asharra! I will tear his life from his pathetic body and paint the walls with it!\" As he speaks, he does not look to the bed; his eyes are fixated on his work. His blades could not, would never, be sharp enough . Never enough for Cristof.\n\nNever."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Obsess tomorrow! I am TRYING to sleep! She will yell, ceasing her spell and collapsing back to the bed. If you wake me up again... I will do horrible, horrible things to you. "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles doesn't respond; he simply continues his work in silence. He danced a fine line, this he knew... but it was a line he danced every day, and he did not care that he danced upon it. He cared about little right now, little more than that hated name that was burned into the forefront of his memory, the letters twisted from something gracefully curved to hellishly twisted.\n\n Cristof... I will come for you... and I will end you... \n\nAs the hours passed, Giles began to lay down the first part of a plan; as unimportant as his life was, it would do no good to die before he could kill Cristof."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Ok. If Giles is done being a crazed obsessive... we can move on to giving Pale his trinket. Asharra is just going to go back to sleep, and unless we wakes her up again, that will be that. So let's move on... If that's alright with all."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "Skipping ahead...\n\nPale greets you in the same drawing room as before. \"My goodness,\" he says with a half smile, \"Did my brother give you some trouble? I see half as many as I did before.\" "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "\"They had business of their own,\" Giles states evenly, giving no hint nor suggestion that Pale may be right, \"We have what you asked for... now, it is time for you to keep your half of the arrangement.\""
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "Pale accepts the gem (I'm assuming you're handing it over, if this is untrue, please correct me so I can retro it), and speaks to each of you in turn \"Giles,\" he begins \"The man you seek is a well-defended diplomat. Of the Mechian State. Would I be incorrect in assuming you are also of Mechian descent?\" \n\nHe doesn't pause for answer, but turns immediately to Asharra, \"My Lady,\" he says with a very impolite smile and glance, \"I have not yet prepared your reward, but I think it will be ready tomorrow. It is a spell of my own devise, one that you will not have learned.\" \n \"As for you, Fidelis, you did not specify the manner of reward you would like. Is there anything specific that interests you?\" "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " I asked for apprenticeship... my lord. Not one spell... no matter how powerful. Asharra will say with a darkly seductive smile as she hands Martin his gem... her fingertips lingering on his hand for just a bit too long. I know there is so much more I could learn \"under\" you. Is there nothing else I can do to prove my worth? \n\n(I don't care that he can't read my mind... if he misses the innuendo here, he's clearly not smart enough to be a wizard.)"
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles sneered, spitting irritably on the floor.\n\n\"I asked for information, Pale. Considering that I nearly killed your brother in single combat, I had thought you would have something more useful,\" his sneer deepens to a glower, \"Cristof Amaros is a coward, and one backed by his father's money to boot. Telling me that he holds an important position and can afford to be well guarded is like saying that fish cannot breathe on land,\" folding his arms, the hulking barbarian lifted his chin.\n\n\"Our arrangement is completed.\""
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " \"I see that you're unhappy with my rewards. I did not say that these tokens would be all you would receive. A token duty brings a token reward, plus a chance to earn something meatier. I must confess I thought you all more...patient.\" \n\nMartin sneers, \"But if you're all too unhappy in your gifts to continue working with and under me, then go ahead and leave. Adventurers like yourselves are a copper a dozen.\" "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " A thousand apologies, my lord. Asharra will purr with a smile, You misunderstand my intentions. I am not shunning your gift... I am simply eager to prove myself worthy of more. "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "\"For a man you colored as so dangerous, he fought like an elderly woman,\" Giles rumbled, irritation soaking his voice, \"He had skill, I will give him that... but even such a \"token\" assignment is worth far more than obvious generalizations and things I already knew.\""
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " \"Well I'm afraid it will have to be enough for now. I am busy doing other things, in addition to securing information for you.\" "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "OOC: Uh for now I'll pretend Giles being a Mechian wasn't mentioned. What with that oath to kill all Mechians and all.)\n\n Oh I have patience. You can be assured of that. As for a reward. I would like to request some magical item. Particularly of the kind that would permit me to permanently shield my mind.\" As for Mechians. I've been told that our diplomat freind has just recently reacquired a new adviser. Rumors probably exaggerate but I've heard he is eight foot tall. And wears black robes. Apparently he never leaves the side of your freind. If I had to guess I'd say your freind might in this case be an underling. Now as for the business of killing? He's a Slave trading bastard. So if you plan on killing him I might as well help. Hell if you don't plan on killing him I'll probably still do it.\" Fidelis rolled his head in a slow circle to loosen the muscles. \"Actually. Would you consider letting him live? There are worse things then death. Esspecially with two church fulls of priests running around.\" "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "\"Cristof Amaros was my best friend, Fidelis... together, we learned to live by the sword, under the instruction of Eirganon Alustinis, an elven priest of war. He betrayed me, placing me before the authorities for a crime that I did not commit... I spent ten long years in that prison, every day a living Hell. Cristof put me there... Mechia gave him the power to do it.\" Giles glared at Pale, though in reality his hardened stare was cast beyond him.\n\n\"I have no home. Mechia is nothing to me but ashes and dust.\""
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " \"Well, Fidelis, I will see what I can do for you. As for the three of you, I have problems of my own to attend to. I will contact you again soon. In the meantime, feel free to do as you wish.\" \n\nClearly agitated by something that was said, Pale stalks off, his robes swirling behind him."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Moody... Asharra will say with a smirk as Pale rushes off. He had best not forget that spell. \n\nWith that, she will turn to Giles and her little gnomish companion.\n\n Yes yes... I know better than to try and talk you out of this Giles. You're not the only person who has.... grudges. Asharra will add to the conversation. But we can hardly pick a fight with an entire country... can we? If you are going to do this... We do this smart. \n\nAsharra's lips will twist into a wicked smile... and she will literally lick her lips as she thinks.\n\n The gnome is right. Any fool can rush a man with a blade and seek to end him. You may... you may not. But there are so many more ways to make someone suffer. You must break him... ruin him... you must slip into his mind... and find out what will hurt him most. You must take hold of his mind... his fears... his soul.... and twist. Until death will seem a mercy, and the man is but a broken shell... with naught left in his tattered mind but the realization that suffering is all he will ever know again. \n\nThe smile she will get... will be downright disturbing... and she will slide her hands slowly down her body as she speaks. Asharra might get a bit... TOO excited at the idea of breaking someone... body, mind and soul.\n\n It sounds like it will be a lot of fun... and I have not taken some personal time to simply enjoy myself in quite a while. I suppose I will help you then Giles. Let us bleed him through little cuts. So little he will not realize that he is dying, until it is too late. "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "\"No.\" Giles' voice rumbles from his chest as he stares into space, the sound of it like a smith's hammer crashing down on an anvil.\n\n\"I am Death's hand. I am Vengeance incarnate. If you will help me to my purpose, then I am gladdened, but do not fool yourselves into thinking that not having you along will burden my spirits,\" he looks to Asharra, his face not angry, but as serious as a man who has attended many funerals in one day.\n\n\"Also, do not tell me how to obtain my vengeance. Do not dare ruin this thing for me... I will kill Cristof in my own way, and he's screaming will echo far into the night sky... If either of you do something during this that will take away my satisfaction...\" his words trailed off; he thought of something to say, but he left the statement hanging where it was. They already knew. In silence, he turned to go return to their room at the inn, paying the innkeeper additional coins. He would need the room for longer than anticipated."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " First Pale and now him? Asharra will remark to herself as Giles rushes out.\n\nAsharra will watch Giles leave... and look down to Fidelis, with a bemused smirk.\n\n Are gnomish men as stubborn as human men? She will ask, barely resraining her smirk at Giles' over-dramatic rant. So serious all the time... Vengence this and vengence that. When the time comes... I doubt the man will even enjoy it. And once it is done, he will have nothing left. It seems a bit poorly thought out, to me. "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " \"Only very rarely. And even then it is the goal. Not the means. We are stubborn about. Now lets go keep Giles alive long enough to create something resembling a plan.\" Fidelis said and began striding after the departing warrior."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Asharra will move to catch her wayward warrior, and step along-side him with the same amused smirk on her face she often bears when speaking.\n\n Tell me then... my big, strong man... How are we to do this? What is your plan? \n\nShe seems honestly curious exactly what he has in mind. Something violent and dramatic, no doubt."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "When Asharra drew near, Giles' step adjusted to match her own. His legs were longer than her's, his stride covering more ground, and so, he always made adjustments to match her own movements.\n\n\"I do not have a plan as of this moment, Lady Asharra; to have a plan is to have information. My former information network is inaccessible... they were working for Cristof ,\" Giles paused a moment, the taste of bile on his tongue upon uttering that hated name, \"All I have at this moment is intent... desire... I must take my time with this... it must be perfect for him.\" Giles smiled a sickening smile at Asharra, the sweetness and sincerity on his features distinctly out of place, and were he speaking to anyone else, his expression, paired with his next few words, would be unsettling to say the least.\n\n\"After all... he is my best friend.\""
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Asharra will smile and look down to Fidelis for a moment before turning back to Giles.\n\n Well... you're hardly going to be able to dig up information on the man un-noticed, Giles. I'm sure he'll find out if you begin asking about him. \n\nAsharra will slide her hand slowly down Giles' arm, and look up at him with the kind of smirk that usually precludes violence.\n\n Why not let us get close to him... This Christof does not know us... and the gnome and I have a certain... subtlety... to us. We could set him up for whatever it is you have planned. "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "\"I would not ask such a thing of you, my Lady,\" Giles murmured, nearly faltering in his stride, \"I... if you would do this thing for me, for my vengeance ... I would be in your debt.\""
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Why would I not? I owe you... and I will get to slip close to a man of wealth and influence... and destroy his life from the inside. Asharra will muse with a soft, sadistic laugh. Tell me about this man Giles... Everything you know. I am sure Fidelis and I can slip amongst those he sorrounds himself with easily enough. "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "\"The Cristof I seek to punish for his crime against me is not the Cristof I knew so well, my Lady,\" Giles confesses, \"He changed, while we were still young men, being trained for war in Mechia. It was a change I did not see... I had no reason to suspect it then, for I was pathetic... A fool who willed himself to blindness.\" Giles' sneers.\n\n\"He lashed out at me, backed by his father's money; out of jealousy and spite, he struck me down when I had done him no wrong... out of everyone, I alone had stood at his side loyally, as his friend, giving him my strength freely that he might still succeed. My reward was torture and imprisonment until death... for ten years I wasted away in that prison... he came to visit me once, to gloat over his victory... I swore that day I would kill him. I will visit pain and death upon him, wrenching every last drop of life out of his body until I am satisfied...\" Giles glanced to Asharra.\n\n\"He is a diplomat of Mechia now; perhaps our more socially minded friend can assist us?\""
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " A spoiled little rich boy who's become a spoiled little rich man? Asharra will smirk as she rolls the idea over in her mind, I know all about men like that. I do not think he will be difficult to slip... \"close\" to at all. \n\n(Perhaps we could all arrange a moment tomorrow evening to slip on at the same time and discuss our plans in a quicker format... like mIRC or AIM? The long-and-short of Asharra's idea, is for her and Fidelis to use their sneakier spells and abilities to slip themselves amongst the Mechian diplomats and nobles... slink around... whip out the social manipulations and charm... maybe even... seduce the man and get close to him. she's willing to make this a long-term project, even. She can keep close to Christof, while Fidelis serves as a go-between... bringing information from her to Giles, and vice versa... as well as slipping around to do some spying, while Asharra keeps Christof \"busy\". Giles will be the mastermind (the very thought of which makes me chuckle...) and will let us all know what's up, and give us our cues for how he wants to do this. What do you all think?)"
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n\nWith a grunt of annoyance at having to hurry to keep pace with his taller companions. Fidelis slipped into deep thought. \"This man seems to fit my stereotype of a Mechian like a glove. Seems to me that Asharra and I should not be seen conversing. My telepathy is sadly one way. But a simple message spell should solve communication issues. I guess I'll have to take the appearance of a Halfling merchant if I wish to get past the door in anything but chains. If Asharra deals with the man himself I'll handle the rest. I'm quite interested as to this eight foot tall delegate.\" Fidelis appears to be more thinking aloud. (Though quietly enough so that his voice doesn't extend far beyond the trio.) Then actually trying to converse. \"Some illusions could be a nice touch. I've a fondness for so called omens.\" \n\n((Hey barber whats the Mechia stance on Halflings. And yeah a full time Aim session would be quite handy for plotting. Another option for spying would be for me to pretend to by a servant (Halfling again.) Only problem is this would limit my gossip source to mainly servants. Where as the merchant has access to both crowds. What might be interesting is disposing of eight foot tall bugger. And adding a little height to Giles add robes and vola. Giles in the same currently silenced room as cristov. Although personally I expect that guy in blacks gonna be one of the things Team good are after.))"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "((Mechians view Halflings as curiosities, as there are none in their area, but they do not aim to enslave [yet]. Halfling merchant might be teased, but it's unlikely that they'd do anything to you, at least not in Kayru.))"
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "OOC: Wheeee posting from work! I will be home somewhere after 6 PM EST, so I'm game."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " It hardly matters who I am seen conversing with Fidelis. I can change my form to suit me, and I am guessing that you can as well. Asharra will say mutedly to the little gnome. But amongst the upper ranks of nobility and nobility there is more fear. They may have taken precautions against a magically disguised assassin or the like. We shall need to test the effectiveness of our plans before we commit to them. \n\nAsharra will look about slowly, placing a delicate finger to her lips as she thinks.\n\n We should speak in length somewhere more private. Do you not think? Perhaps at a private room in a secluded inn? "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles grunted non-committedly.\n\n\"Our room at the tavern would suffice... I have paid plenty to ensure that if anyone asks about us, the keeper's memory is especially fuzzy.\""
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "Fidelis chuckled at that.\n\n I never knew a Bar keep who didn't gossip. Although the coin will probably divert direct questioning. Well lets make use of it.\" "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " The barkeep cannot repeat what he does not hear. Can not a woman bring a pair of men up to her private room and ask to remain undisturbed without arousing suspicion? Asharra will say with a smile.\n\nUnless the boys have any objections... that's exactly what we're doing. The boys can pay the barkeep to leave them undisturbed for a few hours, and he'll likely just think what most people think when they see Asharra. Short of envying you both, and wondering why the hell she's into gnomes... I doubt he'll do much. I think we'll be undisturbed. 😏"
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "\"Only when it's you, my Lady,\" Giles murmured with a grin; with a rustling motion, he rolled his shoulders back, then up and forward. With a simple cocking of his head, his neck produced a series of loud pops, and with a grunt, he continued to follow Asharra, each step still matched evenly to her own stride.\n\n A storm is coming, Cristof...\n\nYou are not prepared... "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "(In the interest of moving things along quickly... I shall summarize. Asharra, as mentioned, thinks that our best bet is to slip someone close to the \"mark\" AKA Christof. She will take on the task herself if you all agree. In fact... she'd be willing to argue the point that she should be the one to do it. Fidelis will be able to infiltrate with ease as well... and can serve as a second pair of eyes, a source of potent enchantments AND a go-between so that Giles can get his plans/desires to Asharra... who will be doing everything she can to wriggle close to Christof. Anyone who knows her, should know that she does, in fact, mean ANYTHING. Once Asharra has information about the mark to feed to Giles via Fidelis... he can decide a course of action and we can rip the man to shreds in whatever way Giles sees fit. If no one objects... We can make up a cover-story and character for Asharra to play... One that should be able to draw the lecher's attention. Keep in mind that Fidelis and I can watch him at length in differant guises... so we could even study him prior to slipping him the bait if we REALLY wanted to plan this out.\n\nAlso keep in mind that Asharra is Chaotic and only going along with this because of her fondness for deceit and elaborate deception. If she gets bored, she may just change the plan on a whim... so it be best if the scheme not drag out TOO long. Sooner or later, she's going to want to get back to her magic hording.\n\nLastly, speaking of such. Where the heck is my spiffy reward spell from Pale?! He's better not stiff us, or we'll tear him up like Giles did to his brother! 😏 )"
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "OOC: For Giles' part, he is of the opinion that the only good way to get his hands on Cristof is to somehow seperate Cristof and distance him from his security... preferably to bring him as far from the Mechian estate as possible, disarm him, and slowly and violently bring vengeance to bear."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by BloodyAngel \n Lastly, speaking of such. Where the heck is my spiffy reward spell from Pale?! He's better not stiff us, or we'll tear him up like Giles did to his brother! 😏 ) \n \n\nOOC: This will happen as soon as the DM has time to come up with something 😉."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "Hah!\n\nPosing as a Halfling Gem Merchant (I still have that spider Gem) Fidelis will Gather as much info as he can. I'm pretty much in agreement with Asharra. Detect thoughts could well be getting a work out here. Psyco would I be able to get a touch of info about Halflings? It's hard to pretend to be one if I don't know the first thing about them.\n\nAlso I suspect Fid would prefer keeping to woman that are not twice his height 🙂"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "Halflings are basically D&D standard. The more urbane ones are probably more like smaller, human merchants, though."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Alright boys... there's our plan. Infiltrate and destroy. We'll need to know EVERYTHING Giles knows about the target and the kind of person he is and the kinds of people he sorrounds himself with. We will also need to do a little info-gathering ourselves, if we are to pull this off. Giles' information is a bit out of date.\n\nAsharra however... is going to go out of her way to set up her false persona, but trying to dig up what kinds of women interest Christof. She'll take over as one of his servant staff... one chosen VERY carefully. This process can be as rushed or as elaborate as the group is willing to allow. In the end however... she's going to abduct some poor girl, while in the guise of a black-masked man with cropped short brown hair and a large, disfiguring scar across his face and part of his head... like it was split with an axe once... After I've snagged the girl And request Fidelis' assistance with learning EVERYTHING there is to know about her. While he lurks around invisible, using detect thoughts on her... Asharra will use the spell herself (making it twice as likely that one of us gets through), and in the guise of her abductor... will menace her with a knife and demand to know about everyone around her of importance (I'm not going to single out Christof and give away that he's the target.) To add to the \"creepy-bastard\" factor... several times when she is being uncooperative or just crying too much, her abductor will cut \"him\"self and seem... a bit too excited by the pain... Then with a few words and a faint laugh, he will transfer the (non-fatal) wounds to her. I know that would creep me out.\n\nRegardless.... Once we're done... we should have enough for me to impersonate her... and possibly know some things about Christof... the people around him... and even the other servants that work under him. Maybe fidelis can replace one of them.\n\nI know... I'm evil."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "Damn... I mean Damn... Ok lets be bad guys.\n\nWhile I have no doubt detect thoughts should work well I'll add in Push the weak mind to implant a telepathic suggestion along the lines of. Answer his questions truthfully if you wish to live. Should be effective.\n\nUnfortunately I'm to short to pull off a servant. Disguise person can only add a foot. So I'll go with the Merchant.\n\nName: Jubal Early\nAge: 62\nAppearance: Halflingish blue eyes brown hair. Favors dark green well made clothing.\nStory: A freind and college of Niska. A Man who has been lucky enough to find a large quantity of high quality gem stones reside beneath his land. And Jubal is aiding him with the sale of said gems.\nGem supply: Spider Gem, local Gem merchants. rocks mixed with illusions or dancing lights.\nTraits: Freindly. Likes to drink. Firefly Fanboy."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Who Asharra plays will be based on what kinds of women would appeal to the target... So I'll decide what's up with that once we get the info.\n\nAlso... that fun wound-transfer trick comes from the Bestow Wounds spell. So much fun for freaking people out... so useless in a real fight. 😏"
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Apologies for the double post but.... I think our DM is dead. ☹️"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " The Goods ...so to speak.\n\nThis is going to be a lot of info, so be prepared to read some.\n\n Cristof Amaros \nAs fitting his name, Amaros is a man of many, many tastes. Some rumours include:\n\n- Enjoys the company of little girls.\n- Enjoys the company of little boys.\n- Enjoys hearing women scream.\n- Enjoys the company of multiple partners of both genders at once.\n\n...I think you get the idea.\n\nHe is currently the Ambassador representing Mechian interests in Kayru, and is of late not seen in public without his tall, shadowy adviser (by way of a recap). He is considered by most who know him to be a foppish, overindulgent fool who is using his station simply to \"enjoy the company of as many kinds of people as he can find\".\n\nApart from the cloaked adviser (who nobody seems to know anything about), there are three people who have courted his attention most recently.\n\n Ewan Gortine : the Statesman\nThe heir to one of the seven ruling families of Kayru, Gortine sits on the executive council. He is known to those who are interested as a conservative voice, and is mildly xenophobic, which is made known through his long speeches decrying the influence of non-humans. Gortine is not known to share in Amaros' bedtime dalliances, but is instead implicated in some black-market dealings shared with Amaros, the nature of which are unknown to the serving staff.\n\n Aldous Brannigan : the Merchant\nA wealthy human merchant, specializing in the clandestine transport of whatever you want, from wherever you want to wherever you want. He relies on Amaros' (and it is implied that through him, the Mechian government) for protection from the Dock King, as Brannigan operates outside the King's considerable reach. Some of the servants believe Brannigan holds something over Amaros, as Amaros often appears to be doing Brannigan's bidding, rather than the other way around. Brannigan enjoys groping servants, but does not otherwise partake of the loose flesh in the Embassy.\n\n Erick Maartens : the Guard Captain\nErick is Amaros' personal bodyguard and close friend, also responsible for larger Embassy security. The two do everything together: and I do mean everything . Maartens is fiercely loyal to Amaros, but servants gossip says that he is desperately trying to cover up something that happened at a small pub in the Docks, called the Salty Sea-Wench. Whether what happened is directly related to Amaros or is entirely Maartens' doing is unclear.\n\nIs this the kind of info you wanted?"
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Asharra Valaar \n\nOOC: (First of all, I would like to say... it's good to be back! WEEEEEEE!)\n\nI can work with that. This Christof sounds like he's right up my alley. 😏\n\nIn summary, since playing it out will take us a nice long time, and we've spent enough of that. Here's my plan.\n\n \"Interesting. This man almost sounds like fun... But why is it that men such as he always lust after children? Honestly. He must have little to him worthy of impressing a grown woman. Asharra will say with a darkly amused tone, once the interrogation is finished, and the girl has been left to cry in her room, alone. I have an idea. What if Fidelis were to attempt dealings with him, under his guise of a merchant of... questionable goods. Slaves. We can tell him that we believe he is the man to see about moving slaves under the noses of those who object to the trade of human lives. I will play the part of a young slave girl that you will bestow to Christof as a gift of gratitude, to ensure that you two can work together. What say you? "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles rubbed his chin idly, eyes hardening as the information unfolded before him.\n\n\"Vengeance is eternal, but best friends come and go as you please,\" the barbarian mused, \"I will speak with the fool, and if he will not give me what I require cooperatively, I will take it from him by force. I will do this whilst you begin your own plan, m'Lady... I can be of little use directly to Cristof's face, and do not wish to be left idle whilst others carry the fruits of revenge to me.\""
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Asharra Valar \n If his friend goes missing, he will be worried and on guard... not to mention a bit too distracted to truly take time to unwind with young slave girls and consider the offers of up and coming slave-dealers. Asharra will say, stroking her hands along Giles' shoulders. He cannot just disappear... If you want reason to speak with him... we will need an excuse for his sudden absence. "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n\nWinking into existance as he canceled his invisibility spell Fidelis shuddered slighty. \"Remind me never get you angry Asharra. Mind reading is usfull but when your dealing with someone it's better left untouched. composing himself Fidelis added, \"What I found of use you heard. I had to cancel the damn Suggestion spell right about when she started blabing about one of the Guards pet goldfish. Why she thought that was the sort of thing you wanted I'll never know.\" \n \"Your Idea is a good one. I see no problems with it. As for the Guard captain. I'll be making time to find out what this secret is.\" "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Asharra Valaar \n\nAsharra almost trembled with anticipation at the thought of it. Elaborate deception had a draw to it that she enjoyed like few other things... With one notable exception.\n\n So then it is settled? We will drow close to Christof, while Giles claims his bodyguard. Just promise me you will be subtle about it Giles? You get... excited. Asharra will say, stroking a hand down Giles' arm. If you make him wary, and defensive... we may never get close to him. \n \n Spoiler \nhehehehe! I can't wait to get this going. This is going to be fun! Has anyone got anything more to add or the mix before we set off to decieve and murder?\n "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "\"I promise, my Lady,\" Giles intoned solemnly, \"I do not intend to kill the guard captain; not unless it really comes to it... an eye for an eye. I will see what I can found out from the guard captain, and then, if possible, I will try to turn him against Cristof,\" the evil smile returned to Giles' features, \"It's only fair, isn't it? However, before I make my attempt, I will need your assistance, my Lady. A grizzled warrior who seems to have taken on years would be a far better disguise to approach the good captain with than my own appearance.\""
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " \"The guard captain does seem to be our weak point. If Asharra works mainly on Cristov while Giles does some investigation on this tavern. I'll try my hand with his underlings. The merchant might be useful.\" Fidelis stayed slilent a moment before adding another thought. Depending on how long this takes we might need to arrange the passing of a few guardsmen. What with the slight lack of slaves to guard...\" \n\nOOC: Are there any places that trade in slaves other then the Machian state? specifically human slaves. (I'm a sucker for irony.)"
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Asharra Valarr \n My disguises only work on me Giles... You're going to have to figure out how to get close to this man on your own... You're a smart boy. You'll do just fine. Asharra will say with a wicked smirk, Now play nice with your new friend. If we are going to get this done, best to set the ground work as soon as possible. Fidelis... let's go out and set up your front... and maybe get you some convincing slaves. "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by The Duskblade \n OOC: Are there any places that trade in slaves other then the Machian state? specifically human slaves. (I'm a sucker for irony.) \n \n\nNot officially . The poor and dispossessed of every race are occasionally forced into slavery, with strict instructions regarding the secrecy of it. Not to mention the fact that with the Mechian State's laws regarding slavery, it is not illegal for Cristof to, on Mechian Soil (the Embassy), purchase a slave. It would, however, be illegal to sell one within Kayru city limits (just a city-state, here).\n\nThe short answer is yes, you can pose as a Hobbit Slaver and sell some humans, provided you have some humans to sell and you're capable enough to avoid capture."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "\"Fah,\" Giles rumbled, \"It has been fifteen years... surely Cristof's memory of me isn't quite so clear as it might have been were we still friends. I will do without, then, and begin my part of this...\" the barbarian paused, searching for the proper word.\n\n\"Overture.\""
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n \"I have a little something. Not that impresive but it will help make a disguise appear a little more natural. And you can use it up form a nice little bonus if you really need it.\" \n\n(I'm talking of Crown of veils. Kinda crummy but a two plus bonus for 8 hours. eight plus if you discharge it.)"
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Let's be on with this then... I'm feeling... impatient. \n\nAsharra will disguise herself with... well... Disguise Self. To appear as a younger girl of roughly her build... With wavy, flaxen blonde hair and a slight tan to her skin... Like a foreigner from an exotic locale. To avoid the illusion being ruined from too much... \"touching\"... she will keep the false her as much like her in size, build and clothing as possible... with only a change in her hair, skin and eye color, as well as the color and design embrodered on her clothing, and her apparent age. I have a feeling Christof likes them young... so she'll take on the visage of a girl just turned 16... Just old enough that her body could have filled out... just young enough to draw the interest of someone like Christof.\n\nThe end result is a tan, golden-haired beauty of lush curves and soft, caramel skin. Garbed in a loose, revealing outfit of light white cloth that verges on transparent gauze in places. Her wrists and ankles are each clasped in slim golden chains with several small charms dangling from them to accent the \"exotic\" look... and her feet are bare. In short... very much like an egyptian belly dancer. Her left shoulderblade bears an intricate tattoo that looks to be the mark of a noble house... That of her owner.\n\n I call her Eda. She will say, spreading her arms wide, She is a shy girl, but she has been trained very well since she was young to serve men... She's just eager enough to please to do anything a man wants... and just reserved enough to make them feel like they're claiming her. What do you think? \n\nThere will be something profoundly disturbing about her smile... especially as it now rests on the face of a girl who looks equally innocent and suggestive.\n\n I almost feel bad for what I'm going to make her do... "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n \"If only you wern't so bloody tall. I suppose it will do considering were dealing with a human.\" (This is from a gnomish perspective.)\n\n \"Sanguin Veil.\" Fidelis intoned with a wave of his hand in Guile's direction. That should make your own wandering a bit easier if you choose a disguise guiles. Fidelis repeats the spell for himself and Asharra. Every little bit helps after all. Salian Mas.\" with these words Fidelis altered his image.\n\nThe end result was a near oppisite of Fidelis with the exeption of size. His face paled. His hair turned blond and grew thinner and longer. His eyes turned to green. His eyebrows thined to the point of disapearing and his nose and ears shrank. His features took on a distinctly halfling cast.\n\nHis clothes changed from practical and slightly over flamboyant to nothing but flamboyant. He gained a set of rings. (One of which matching the tatoo on Asharra's shoulder.) A golden earing set with a dark blue stone and his clothes turned from Black with gold to White with red, evidently made with far supiriour material.\n\n \"I think I agree with you. Let's have a little fun.\" "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "Okay, getting Asharra and Fidelis into Embassy Row is just a matter of money. Bribes here and there will cost the pair of you a total of 15gp (I'm including the amount of money to let you see Cristof in that, but we're not there yet). How do you plan to go about it, just walk up to the front door of the Embassy?"
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Of course... but we should throw in an extra few gold to have the servants or guards or whomever introduce us... ala pride and prejudice. After all... our plucky young halfling is the pretentious \"i want to be a noble\" sort... It will make him feel important to be introduced as SIR Jubal Early, and his escort... Eda.\n\nThen we can schmooze... fidelis can chat to a few people... make it seem like we're not going right for Christof... and then we go for him and claim that a few \"contacts' said he was the man to see.... yadda yadda... cue plan as mentioned previously. 😏\n\nUnless you have any other ideas Dusk. What do you say?"
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "It might be worth shelling out for a carriage. Just for sake of appearance."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "Hey folks, is this the end of discussion and the beginning of action? It's fine if it's not, I don't want to leap into something without you being ready, but I'd like to know so I can start with the DM-stuff and keep the pace up."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "I think we're action ready. We'll snag a carriage and some nice clothes... and make our triumphant appearance. I will follow Fidelis all meek and submissively and let him do the talking. 😏"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "Alrighty then.\n\nA clatter of wheels on cobblestones later, you arrive outside the embassy. You are greeted by two guards who ask you to surrender whatever weapons you might have on your person (I'm going to assume that you either comply or at least pretend to comply).\n\nYou are lead into a small audience room, two comfortable chairs are set up, and Cristof is sitting in one. \"Sir Erotus of the Halfling Lands, sire,\" the guard says stiffly, then turns around and closes the door behind him.\n\nCristof is neither tall nor short. His shoulder-length hair is tied back into a rough ponytail, and his amber brown eyes inspect Asharra for a few moments too long. He stands, his silk shirt falling open to reveal a muscled body. \"Who,\" he asks Asharra smoothly, ignoring Fidelis, \"Might you be?\" ."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Asharra Valaar \n\n\"Eda\" was quiet and submissive... as well as unarmed. She follows her master closely... a step behind and to the side of him. Her eyes downcast, her eyes drawn close to her body... hands clasped together as she stood behind the small man. For someone so much smaller than her, she seemed to look to him for assurances whenever she was called upon to do anything...\n\nChristof's question was no exception. She looked to her halfing master, her face uncertain. Like an animal that fears it will be whipped if it makes a sound. When he (I am guessing) nods... she will flit her gaze to Christof for a moment, looking as intimidated of him as she is of her diminutive keeper, and in a soft, uncertain voice.\n\n\"I am... Eda.... My lord.\""
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n \"And I Lord Cristof, am Sir Erotus as your man has just mentioned. Here to represent Lord Alkair. I wish to to talk to you opening up trade betwean your homeland and mine, concerning a cargo some fools would consder Amoral.\" Fidelis'es train of thought was signicantly unfited to his words. Something along the lines of: Die in a fire you son of a kobold slave trading bastard Mechian.\n\n \"Human primitives are becoming a severe anoyance to the Halflings. Often of late we have had to attack settlements to clear them off of our land. And that leads to prisoners. We will not allow the primitives to become a recuring anoyance. We either kill them or make use of them. And to be honest, we prefer the money... Interested?\" Says Fidelis with a gesture from his right hand.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Silenced charm person Save DC: 17\n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " Will Save - (1d20+6)[ 22 ] \n \"Of course!\" he says, with a wide grin, \"At the right price. How much is she worth to you?\" He reluctantly turns his attention away from her, and towards the business matter at hand."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n \"Eda? Why simply the cost of further trade betwean us. She is a gift if you will.\" Fidelis waved his hand as if to tell \"Eda\" to go stand by Cristof.\n\n \"Now as for others. That all comes down to the details. Numbers, transport, use and so forth. Another like her would natually come at a greater expense then some labourer.\" "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "Cristof turns to his desk and begins to scribble on a piece of parchment. \"This,\" he says, \"Will get you access to my personal dock at the waterfront. Speak to the quartermaster about his next shipment, and give him this note. He will make space for your, ah, cargo. I want labourers for mining ore on that transport, and a few more like Eda here for my own personal enjoyment. If I asked for one hundred labourers, how much money would you require?\" "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Asharra Valaar \n\n\"Eda\" bowed her head submissively to Fidelis, her face wearing the look of fear hidden under a poorly donned mask of normalcy. Whether she was afraid of the halfling or Christof, she would not say. She walked to his side gracefully, clearly trying to impress.... something her master likely expects of her. Her eyes however, will still avoid his, giving away her nervousness and fear of the man and his hungry eyes. Eda took her place beside Christof, still looking to her halfling master for reprieve, even though she knew it was not to come.\n\nAnd behind the mask, inside her own mind... Asharra smiled. He took the bait easily enough... So easy in fact, that she briefly wondered if he might, in fact, know something was false. In either case, it should be interesting."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "(Note, in the meantime, Giles is off doing his own thing. I'm \"NPCing\" a solo-mission, though, so I'll relate what he thinks happened when you get back to him. Or rather, when Fidelis does, because I doubt Cristof is going to let Asharra go, um, anywhere except his many chambers.)"
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n\n((Sorry for the delay and please tell me if you think my pricing plan is a bit over/under the line.))\n\n \"Well you are providing transportation. For one hundred Labourers and say five girls like her a sum of Two thousand gold is what I will put on the table. \n\nTaking the paper Cristof offered and mentally noting to pursue it closly Fidelis sent out a telepatic thought to Asharra. \"Look into this mining thing would you?\" \n \"If you feel the offer is reasonable then I will give instructions to your man down at the dock.\" "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Asharra Valaar \n\nEda flinched slightly at the revelation that she was being sold, and looked to her master with a look of fear and shock... as if to say, \"I thought I was worth more to you.\". What she actually was saying however....\n\n What makes you think he's going to let me ask questons or wander around his operations? I figure I'll spend spend most of the time here in his bed... And be killed or sold if he gets bored. Asharra replied to Fidelis through the mental link, Get in touch with Giles, and find out what his plan is to end this wretch. Then come back here to collect the first half of your payment, and inform me. And be quick. Once he starts boring me, it's going to be difficult to not wring the life out of him. \n\nThe dark, murderous intent a stark contrast to the innocent look on the young girl's face. Her lip quivered and she shut her eyes, before stepping back into place behind Christof, as she had stood behind Fidelis when he first entered. As if resigning herself to her fate. Her eyes seemed ready to tear... but she held them back and stayed silent... A slave's place was to serve and never question.\n\nOOC: \n Spoiler \n Well.... this blows. We were waiting for Giles to get off of his ass and decide what form of revenge he wanted from this pervert. If he's not around... well... ☹️\n\nWe need Giles back soon. Because god help all of us if Asharra is left to improvise something. 😏\n "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " \"Two thousand?\" He asks incredulously, \"Where did you get these slaves? I would have paid twice that much.\" He pauses, looking at each of you for a moment, \"Well, I am not one to complain when a bargain comes my way. Done and done. My guard captain will inspect them before I pay fully, but this,\" he drops a small bag on the desk, metal clinks inside, \"Ought to keep you well until then.\" \n\nAssuming Fidelis takes the bag, it contains 50 Platinum Pieces."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n\nOOC: God damn I knew I should have upped the price.\n\n \"Thank you and good luck to you in your future endevours. I hope to deal with you again.\" \n\nUnless something else happens Fidelis will head back to his inn, switching back to Gnome form inn a silent alley way. As soon as he reaches his room he will exaimine Cristof's note, and if Giles is around fill him in on what happend."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "@ Fidelis\n\nWhen you return to the inn, the bartender calls you over, and says \"Your big friend was in here earlier. He said he had more to do at the Salty Sea-Wench tonight, and that you should meet him there if you can.\"\n\n@Asharra\n \n Spoiler \nCristof beckons you closer to his desk. As you approach, he leans back in his chair, and says with a half-smile, \"Alright, you can drop the act.\" \n "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Asharra Valaar \n\nOOC: \n Spoiler \n Well crap! I was hoping an illusion and a ring of mind shielding would be enough to fool this guy. Curse people who aren't as dumb as they look!\n \n\n Gods, it's about time. I was afraid you were actually a fool! She'll say, her posture and demeanor shifting drastically. Looking confident and powerful now, and walking over to lock the door... shifting back to her normal form as she walked. With an excessive sway of the hips no less.\n\n You have no idea how difficult it is to arrange a meeting with you alone. She will say, sauntering back towards him in a slow walk... a seductive smirk upon her face. Now that the runt is gone... I have you all to myself. \n\nShe will sit down across from him, cross her legs and get comfortable. Looking him over with her odd, multi-colored eyes.\n\n You're a person of power, Mr. Christof. I like that. She will purr at him, My name is Asharra... And I think we have reason to talk. "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " \"Well then,\" he says, smirking, \"I'm a very popular person today, aren't I.\" He pauses a moment, then leans forward over his desk, \"And he's not a slaver, is he.\" It's not a question."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n\nAfter thanking the Barkeep Fidelis headed out. Heading towards the tavern in search of Giles."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "@Fidelis.\n\nIt's spot check time. Make three."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Hardly. He's just a gnome with a grudge. She will say with a laugh, He has some issue with Machians or slavers... or perhaps both. I never bothered to ask. \n\nAsharra will keep her eyes on Christof as she speaks, but she seems confident and relaxed. A wickedly amused gleam in her eye, now that this whole plan had turned out to be FAR more interesting than she first suspected.\n\n It is not the gnome you have to worry about... but then, I think you already know what I mean... don't you? But let's make a game of it, shall we? It will be so much more fun. \n\nA disturbing smile will cross her face, and she will lean forward, resting her chin on her interlocked hands.\n\n I want power. Plain and simple. Magical power, to be precise... and I am sure you know the sorts of people who can get their hands on much. The question is... what do YOU want? "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "@Asharra\n\n \"Well,\" he says, mulling over his options. \"I have been long-warned not to reveal too much in one go.\" \n\nHe stands, leaning in close to you, not quite touching his cheek to yours. \"Lets start with babysteps, shall we? I want that gnome dead. I want his body here, in three days or less. I will, as payment, introduce you to my father when he visits. He is the Grand Literatus of the Mechian State.\" \n\nFor your own information, the Grand Literatus is the head wizard of state. The state is a Mageocracy. Enjoy."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Asharra Valaar \n\nAsharra will just flat out laugh.\n\n Oh? Is that all? You only want me to kill someone within the city walls and give you his body... trusting you on your word that you will give me what I want, and not simply use your influence to have me arrested or killed for the crime! Of course! \n\nShe will push Christof back and stand... looking amused as hell.\n\n You've been untouchable for so long, you've no idea how to barter, do you? You do not even know who the gnome is... or what he wants... do you? Maybe you are not the man I thought. Do you even know who sent him? "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "@Asharra\n\nHe grins, \"Such fire. I suppose a more verifiable award would be in order for a murder, but I am no wizard, and I have no meritable award to give you. Forget the murder.\" He plunks a bag of coins on the table, and counts out ten platinum. \"Ten platinum. Who does the gnome work for?\" He piles them and sets them forward, then counts out another ten. \"Another ten. Why has he attempted to spy on me?\" "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Asharra Valaar \n Better... At least now you're trying. Asharra will say with a smirk, sliding her fingertip down Christof's cheek. But I don't want coin. \n\nShe'll pause a moment, and then smile.\n\n I don't want JUST coin. If I am going to sell my worthless allies to you... I would like a new ally to replace them. \n\nShe will draw in close to him.... her chest against his... her hand curling behind his neck, and her voice a low, lusty purr, Like I said... you are a powerful man. I like that. I want you to be my patron. Fund my studies. Let me live in the kind of luxury that you have. In return... I can serve you... in every... sense... of the word. If all you want is a killer, I will do that... but I suspect you have enough of them already. So tell me what you REALLY want from this world, Christof... and perhaps I can help you to it. \n\n(Damn I love being evil.)"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " \"My darling,\" he says, not backing away, \"I hardly know you. Surely you agree I require a token of good faith from you. Equitable agreements require, well, equity. Answer my questions, and perhaps a few others if you intrigue me, and take the coin. We will see what I can do from there. The more you please me, the more generous I can be.\" "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Asharra Valaar \n\nAsharra will smirk and pull back from him.\n\n The gnome is named Fidelis. He's skilled with illusions and deception. If you go after him and he notices you... he will vanish and you will never find him. She'll say, matter-of-factly. But it is not him you need to worry about. His grudge is non-specific. He hates slavers, not you personally. The man behind this... who seeks you dead. He has plenty of reason to hate you, and so long as he lives, he will do all that he can to hunt you down, rip your skin from your body, and slowly boil you alive, just so he may watch you scream. \n\nShe'll **** her head to one side, as a lock of dark hair falls across her face, and give a smile like that of a cat playing with a mouse.\n\n Can you think of anyone who might wish this? "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "He will frown, pausing to think. \"Of course,\" he murmurs under his breath a moment later when he finally puts it all together. \"Giles.\" \n\nI'm going to cut the scene here, nothing else will be, ah, family friendly, and I want to give the Fidelis a chance to catch up."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "OOC: Well crap\n\n (1d20+2)[ 3 ] \n (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \n (1d20+2)[ 16 ] "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "@Fidelis (on the 16)\n\nYou're not sure, but you've been walking awhile now, and you think somebody's following you. He's dressed as a commoner, but holds himself a little higher and lighter than your average commoner."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Fidelis \n\nErring on the side of caution Fidelis innocently reachs a hand up as if to scratch an itch by his eye. And just as innocently plucks an eye lash from it's resting place. Then returns his hand to his pocket. Within seconds the eyelash is covered with gum arabric. Fidelis smiles. A complex gesture and the word \"nesitsi\" And he's gone. Quickly moving off to an out of the way spot.\n\n \n Spoiler \n invisibility and moving quickly to a more private location. I hope I got all that off before something happend.\n "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Asharra Valaar \n\nOOC: \n Spoiler \n See? What did I tell him? Such a clever boy! I knew my little gnome was too tricky for them to catch. Don't they know we're PC's?\n\nOk. Seduction time! *cracks knuckles*\n \n\n So you DO remember! Asharra will say with a wicked smile, He certainly remembers you. The poor boy is obsessed, in fact. It's actually rather sad. When a man is alone with a desirable woman, and all he can prattle on about is blood and revenge and the unspeakable acts he wished to perpetrate upon your loins... \n\nAsharra will raise her gaze to his and take a step forward, just enough to put her a mere inch or so from him... She's not afraid to draw in close. She will take in a long, slow breath, and lift the barest hint of a smirk.\n\n You though... You seem like a man who knows how to treat a woman. A woman always wishes to know that a man's attentions lie with her and only her. So when a woman is close to a man... just... like... this... She will draw closer still... her soft cheek pressing oh-so-lightly to his as she draws her body against him and slips a hand slowly up his back. She knows he appreciates the gift. \n\nShe will pause for a second, her hips pressing to his for just a second... her voice soft and silken.\n\n I can tell that you do... She will purr into his ear, her breath hot against his neck... her lips nearly brushing his skin. Unless... you still wish to turn me away... \n\n(note to self: I rule!)"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "Until this moment, two very natural urges were warring within Cristof. Now one has taken over. He takes Asharra by the wrist, somewhat possessively, and says \"Come with me.\"\n\nAnd the scene's going to come to an abrupt end here, as the camera fades to black.\n\nAhem."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles scratched his jaw idly as he stepped out of the tavern, a frown locked on his face as he walked. He had presented himself as a \"plank stomping myrmidon\", and now it was time to see if he could find some of his own. Still glowering, he made his way to the dockside district, with the intention of hiring some muscle..."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "Promise to post sometime tomorrow. Need to do some more thinking about the direction in which this is going."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": " @Fidelis \n\nWhat are you up to right now?\n\n @Asharra \n\nAfter your, ah, encounter...what then?\n\n @ Giles. \n\nBig tough men are easy to find, and fairly cheap to hire. Half a dozen big, tough sailor types for a rough and tumble job'll be 60 gp (10 each).\n\nGo ahead and post what you do with your newfound muscle."
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "\"Right,\" Giles muttered roughly, \"Here's what we're doing. For the time being, we must wait; however, I am due back at a nearby tavern for an... appointment. You men will have a simple task; if things get rough, you will bring the tavern down around their damned heads. Start a brawl, throw some lanterns around, I don't care what you have to do... I want that place to erupt into chaos should my appointment go poorly...\" Giles will smile a predatory smile.\n\n\"Meet me here in a few hours; and for each of you men who brings a friend, the pay will be double, plus five gold coins for whoever you bring along.\""
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "The men nod simply and head off to find some friends.\n\nWhat next?"
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "(Note: Double post authorized by the DM.)\n\nGiles nodded after a couple hours had passed; the docks of a city the scope of Kayru had been a perfect choice, it seemed. Before him stood a dozen thickly muscled men, colored in an array of skin tones, tattoos, and colorful bandanas.\n\n...and none of them looked like they had plans for going to a temple service instead of accompanying Giles later that evening.\n\n\"Well done, all of you. Tonight, we'll be showing our pretty faces at a tavern; I've got some business there, business that I suspect will go awry. That's where you come in. Should I give the word, you men will turn the once peaceful establishment into an all out brawl. Grab women, grab ale, grab gold, attack customers, and most important of all... if I am fighting, stand at my side.\"\n\nGiles gestured widely, then motioned for the men to come in a little closer.\n\n\"So what say you men? Feeling like a bit of fun?\"\n\nGiles' proposal was recieved warmly, to say the least.\n\n-------------\n\nNight having fallen, Giles returns to the tavern he had previously attempted to seek information in.\n\n\"Give a count of five, then one of you needs to enter the tavern. A count of five, and then two more. A count of five, and four of you come in, and finally after a count of five, the rest of you enter the bar. Keep to yourselves, order a drink, and wait for my call.\"\n\nWith that, Giles entered the tavern, pausing only a moment to scan the room for anyone particularly out of place.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spot Check: [roll]1d20+8[/roll]\n "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Asharra Valaar \n\nOOC: \n Spoiler \nWell where we go from here partially depends on Christof and how he wants to handle this Giles incident. So I guess I'll just ad-lib something.\n \n\n\nThe room was a dishevelled mess, sheets torn from the bed... clothing torn and scattered across the room. Movement from the floor could be heard, where a pile of the bedsheets seemed to have gathered. Shifting on them, Asharra reclined languidly to Christof's side... her body still slick and glistening. She didn't bother to cover up, and smiled a wicked smile, as she traced her fingertips across Christof's chest.\n\n Hard to believe we started on the bed. She said in a lusty, silken purr, So how do you plan to deal with Giles, lover? If he learns of this, he will hate you even more... and myself as well. He will be expecting to hear from me soon. I will help you get the better of him again... if you will get me close to these arcane secrets you spoke of... and those who hold them. So what is your plan? "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "@Giles\n\nThe bar is fuller than it was when you last came in. A few burly types look up as you enter, but go back to their drinks afterwards. The bartender flags you down, and says, \"Hey there, mate, your, ah, company is in the back room waiting for you.\" He gives you a hearty wink and a (playful) swat on the back.\n\n@Asharra\n\n \"Well I haven't really decided yet,\" he murmurs softly back. \"One of Erick's contacts sent a message today that someone matching Giles' description was in the Salty Sea-Wench today. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?\" "
},
{
"author": "MountainKing",
"message": "Giles simply smiled.\n\n\"As eager as I am, I think I'd like to meet my companion first... it's never polite to simply throw yourself into the act,\" Giles surveyed the room a second time, then gestured to a corner table.\n\n\"I will be over there, if you could send them out for a bit of talk.\""
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Asharra Valaar \n\nAsharra rolled her eyes and sighed... her hands still roaming over Christof idly.\n\n I tell him to wait, and what does he do... rush off to find you on his own and ruin everything. She will say in an exasperated tone, I have no idea what he thinks he's doing... but I'm sure it involves getting to you somehow. He's supposed to be getting in contact with the gnome... who is supposed to return to me and give me instructions towards whatever plan he's managed to come up with. \n\nAsharra will smirk as her hand dips a bit lower.\n\n Done already? She'll purr with an amused smile, How boring... Alright then, shall we send someone to kill him, or shall we do it ourselves? Or would you rather have him alive? It's so much more fun to break a man than to just snuff him out. "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "(Bloody heck, my CP didn't tell me you had posted)\n\n \"Well, my right hand man, a very talented swordsman, is meeting with him today. If he doesn't return at the right hour, well, then perhaps you and I had better deal with it.\" "
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Asharra Valaar \n That wouldn't be a man named Erick Maartens, would it? Asharra asked with an amused smile, sitting up and stretching her arms over her head, Giles is expecting him. He's hoping to get a hold of your man and start breaking things and cutting off parts until he talks. I have no idea what he plans to ask.... his plans are miserable at best... but unless your man is very good, I wouldn't count on him getting the better of Giles. If the gnome got away from your men, Maartens will have him to deal with too. \n\nAsharra stood and let the blankets that were covering her, however barely, to drop to the floor. Flicking her hair back over one shoulder, she picked up her clothing, torn though it was... and began to clad herself... though perhaps a bit more slowly than was really necessary. Slipping the loose garment over her curves, she finally turned back to Christof with a smirk, as she set about pulling on her boots.\n\n If you do not want to confront him yourself, then let me go. She will say with a taunting smile, I can counter the gnome's magic... and I know from experience that I can make Giles submit to me...one way or another. "
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "He chuckles, \"Maartens is extremely good, but so is Giles. Perhaps we should get check his progress.\" He stands, moves to a wardrobe and begins to dress himself."
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": " Asharra Valaar \n\nA cruel smile spread across Asharra's face, as she laced up her boot and stood. Cocking her hip and looking down at Christof, she laced her fingers together. The aura of power that seeped from her was almost palpable. She could feel the eldrich might surging to be released... It was intoxicating.\n\n Let us go and pay him a visit then... and hope we do not miss all the fun. \n\n(To the meeting spot! This should be a hell of a party! 😏 )"
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "(Hey Folks...I'm going to be a few days in adjusting to my brutal school schedule. Please stand by, and bear with the delays.)"
},
{
"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Is game dead? Because I will be sad..."
},
{
"author": "psychoticbarber",
"message": "I'm really, really sorry, but I'm very quickly discovering with my school and work schedule I don't have the energy to run this game."
}
] |
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{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "The small town of Stoneglen lay spread below. The houses, made from wood or hewn stone, lay along a single narrow, muddy track that led north and east, skirting the borders of the wood that lay to the north and west. The forest itself, vast, dark, and foreboding pressed close to the wooden palisade that surrounded the town, a barrier against the encroachment of the wilds. Why the villagers had not cleared a wider space in that direction was unclear. Perhaps they had tried, but some feeling from the primordial forest had halted their encroachment. To the south and to the east, the village's fields and pastures ran. Corn and wheat grew in long, straight rows, though only the empty stalks and stems remained now, the harvest having passed but recently. The animals cropped at the grass in their pens, mostly goats, sheep, and cattle. Here, on the edge of what the Empire considered civilization, it seemed as if the domestic creatures man had brought with him were skittish. The animals looked up often from their grazing, and perhaps it was merely a trick of the mind, but it seemed that even their dumb gazes traveled towards the forest more than mere random chance would dictate.\n\nInside the palisade itself stood enough homes for perhaps two hundred folk, all told. A single inn was the second largest structure in the village, with the modest chapel being the greatest. This latter was one of the few building crafted entirely out of stone, with only the inn and one or two of the houses bearing that same distinction. It appeared that the most prosperous and well-appointed houses were set close to the part of the road that ran through the town, furthest from the wall. The Inn stood southernmost along the road, a pair of green glass lanterns burning in front, while the chapel stood northernmost of all the town's buildings.\n\nInside the inn was where the travelers had been directed to meet their contact. Inside was an eclectic mix of travelers and villagers. Most of the former were merchants, and they occupied a few tables along one wall, all pulled together and swapping news from different corners of the vast empire. One of them was even a man from the Caliph states, and he listened silently, only occasionally grunting or spouting a few monosyllabic phrases in broken Imperial. Scattered throughout the rest of the bar were a few groups of locals. Men of ages ranging from young teenagers just sprouting beards to a trio of grizzled graybeards sat drinking, speaking of various topics of local interest. Most of them were either farmers, or else somehow made their living from the forest, be it as hunters, trappers, woodcutters or the like. The barkeep, a tall, heavily muscled woman with raven hair and a handsome but fierce face, poured drinks to those at the bar. A trio of younger girls moved through the bar, serving drinks to those seated at the tables. A fire burned in the hearth, over which a large stag roasted slowly, dripping sizzling fat into the fire. She seemed to have been given prior instructions by the informant, for each person who arrived to see him was directed to a small, curtained-off section in the back. She gave the same short instructions to each of them, accompanied by a curt gesture.\n\n \"Aye, I was told you'd be coming. Your employer said you were to meet one another, and you'll be served food and drink. He'll fill you in on the rest of the details after you've had a bit of comfort. Some of you've traveled long, I expect.\" "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\nHe waved his hand, his fingers fluttered from out of his cloak, but quickly drifted back into the cloth. Lou stood at the not-so-impressive height of five-seven,but he was still fairly attractive. His blond hair lay lazily in front of his bright violet eyes, but did not hinder their beauty. In fact, the seemed to only emphasize their brilliant color.\n\nHe said not a single word while he traveled to his seat. His violet eyes scanned the scenery. It was worn in, that was the nice way to put it. Homey, if you were in a good mood. He was the first, then? Well, that much was expecting seeing as how he lived only a few miles away. Hopefully the others would come soon..."
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon Novala \n\nSeveral minutes pass and the door opens again, this time to admit a waifish looking woman. Her blonde hair is limp and damp, plastered against her head. Her eyes are sunken, and surrounded by dark circles, as if she's neither eaten nor slept well in months. The ice blue irises stare out of her face with a haunted look, and she never seems to look someone in the eye for long. He face is thin and pinched, although it's hard to tell precisely how thin she is, due to the polished and well-kept armor of an acolyte of the Church of Light and Flame that encases her body. Apparently in her early twenties, she seems a bit old to be ranked so lowly. The emblem of her service as an acolyte of the Blessed Flame hangs prominently around her neck, the enameled silver polished to within an inch of its life. A longsword rides at one hip, looking well-used, if the hilt is to be any indication. She enters the room, looking about with a sigh, and settles herself in a corner, looking to the only other occupant. \"The others are not here yet, then?\" she asks. \"Or is it to be simply two?\" "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n\nThe third to arrive is a rarity in the Empire's lands, or indeed almost anywhere: a dwarf. He (presumably) is clad in thick plates of armor, heavier than anything most humans would wear. The armor is clearly of fine make, coated in bronze and engraved with simple, runic patterns. The helm covers most of his face, leaving only the eyes and mouth really visible. And the beard, which hangs down the armor in front of a bronzed pattern that seems to resemble a long, ornate beard, every line straight as dwarven carving usually is. On his back is slung a large hammer, too big to easily wield in one hand, and several more hammers hang from his belt.\n\nThe burnished bronze armor gleams in the firelight as the dwarf moves to the bar, evoking feelings and thoughts of feast-halls under the mountains, lit by great fires. He gives his purpose in a few grunted words, as if reluctant to speak more than he has to, and enters the curtained area. He surveys the other two, mouth shaped in a dour frown, then gives an ambiguous grunt and seats himself, dark eyes impossible to read behind the helmet."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven Kronish \n\nSeven opens the door gently and closes it equally gently behind herself. No point in using unnecessary force on inanimate objects. She runs a hand through unruly brown hair that hangs just past her shoulders to get it out of her face. Her 5 foot, eight inch frame is covered with a shimmery suit of breastplate armor that has either never seen action or been meticulously cared for. The skin of her face has a light cast to it, but is tanned, probably from spending a great deal of time outdoors. Over the armor, she wears a cloak lined with some kind of brown-grey-mottled white fur, probably pieced together from several different animals. The outside of the cloak is just a plain brown cloth.\n\nThe more pertinent detail is probably the rather large sword she is carrying. She has it in a completely plain scabbard and is about as long as she is tall. The hilt is not terribly exceptional - just a plain, leather wrapped grip large enough for two hands - but has clearly seen use if the stains on the leather are to be trusted. The end of a longbow sticks out under the cloak.\n\nShe scans the room with skeptical brown eyes as the barkeep directs her. With a wordless nod, she completes her scan before moving with a purposeful stride to the indicated table and taking the closest available seat. I wonder if Master Lytton knew there would be others. He certainly didn't tell me if he did. She leans her sword against the table, fully aware that it will probably get in the way and not caring one iota. She puts her right hand, covered in a studded leather gauntlet that matches the one on her left, on the table and stifles the urge to drum her fingers. Then she leans back into the chair a little, relaxing into what is probably a deceptively lazy pose.\n\nWearing a short-sleeved shirt under her armor means that the flesh of her elbows show, and her right elbow has curving black line tattoos across it. \"Hello,\" she nods her head to the rest of the people at the table politely. No point in starting off on the wrong foot with anyone. Who knows who they'll turn out to be?"
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"Apparently not, eh?\" He says to Novala, his hair falling to the side of his face with a quick snap of his neck. It was now that one could see his whole face, and in this moment any teeny-booper would probably die knowing their life was fulfilled. Lou looked like any teen aged girl's fantasy. Well, if it wasn't for his small stature. You know the look. The one where the guy looks more like a woman than a man? Lou was almost the epitome of that look.\n\n \"But really, I've got to say, I didn't expect this much. I mean, they already got me.\" he says, his brilliant teeth flashing through with a smirk. \"I kid, I kid. So... Let's not have this be awkward. Maybe we should go around the room saying our name and describe ourselves in one word.\" He says, grinning even more while balancing his chair on the two back pegs."
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Silien \n\n\" Silien. Superior. \"\n\nThe rather dry an heartless voice had come from the doorway as the next person to receive this job offer arrived to meet with her fellow workers. Already she was in a foul mood just from having to come to this man-ape infested building, most likely to meet with more men-apes. If Silien listened carefully, she was sure she could still hear the dark comments and questions coming from the common room and it almost made her growl in disgust.\n\nIt didn't take much for someone to notice why the xenophobic humans had taken to muttering behind her back. The lithe figure and gently tapering ears all but screamed that she was one of the fair elves but even then, something just screamed that she was...different. A slender longsword was belted at her waist seemed of similar design to her rich blue cloak and the circlet atop the crown of her head. Plain brown hair had been woven into multiple braids before being pulled back into one large ponytail that went through the circlet. Silien was dressed only in a plain leather jerkin with the sleeves and most of the bottom part tastefully removed from it. A bracer on her right arm seemed oddly out of place when compared to the two golden bracelets on the other side. Other then that she had on a pair of matching leather pants. What most drew the eye...were her tattoos. The elven woman's body seemed to be covered with them. Graceful and flowing designs of diagrams and objects, almost arcane in their perplexity. Up along her arms, bottom of her neck and all the way down if the presence of more at her navel were any indication. Those weren't all the things she had done either, at least four earrings had been place in her ear, two in her right eyebrow, a stud through the right side of her nose, another ring through her bottom lip, and the last one actually in her navel.\n\nWith a groan, she dropped her pack by the door and took one of the empty seats furthest away from the others. Silien was smaller then most of the others, fragile looking almost, but something smoldered in her amber eyes. Indignity almost, but also a healthy sense of caution as she saw the various people associated with the church...and also a dwarf."
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nOf a height with Lou, although it's hard to be certain when they're both seated, the acolyte replies politely enough to the other woman's greeting, \"Hello to you.\" One eyebrow arches at the presence of the dwarf, unsure what to make of the silent and surly appearing non-human.\n\nWhen Lou finishes his speech, she looks at him briefly before her eyes return to study the table. \"Are you not going to start, since it was your suggestion?\" She starts at the comment from the doorway, and gives the elf woman an appraising glance before again returning her attention to the table before her."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n \"Heh.\" Seven snorts at the elf's response, but it comes out as more of a chuckle. \"I'm not the kind to look for a one-word answer to a question as complex as that. I'm Seven, and well met to you all.\" \n\nShe looks over each person critically, avoiding staring at any of them while assessing their likely skills based upon their appearances. It's almost like a game on one level. Because she knows that appearances can be deceiving, and it's always entertaining to learn that someone is something completely different from what their appearance presents. Still, accouterments are often revealing enough to get an impression. Mages don't wear armor, and sellswords don't carry spellbooks, after all. Well, most of them don't, anyway."
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n \"Seven?\" she asks with surprise, looking to the armored woman briefly. \"Is that your birth name or some sort of alias? I'm Rhiannon, incidentally.\" "
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n How many damn times will I have to answer that kind of question? Is that your real name? Is it some kind of codename? Are there One through Six? Is there an Eight? She suppresses memories of some of the more unpleasant ways in which people had queried about her name and just nods.\n \n\"It's my birth name. Very normal type of name where I come from. Yours'd be out of place there.\" "
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n \"Not from the Empire then?\" she asks. Her question holds no malice or the usual arrogance members of the church hierarchy take when addressing those from outside the fold, just simple curiosity."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n\nThe dwarf glances up briefly at each new arrival, his helm making it difficult to see what he thinks of them. His frown is not quite so sour, and he seems almost to be inspecting each person's possessions; judging their make and how well they are maintained. What he thinks of the people is difficult to tell. Except, perhaps predictably, for the elf; his frown deepens noticeably at her entrance. And at her claim to superiority.\n\n \"Azathul,\" he says in deep tones as names are given, offering nothing further than that. He does not sound terribly interested in giving more about himself. Having given each of the others as much inspection as he cares to, he begins studying the table and other innocuous objects."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nSeven shrugs. \"Not originally, no. Of late, yes.\" Her left hand moves up to rub the back of her neck lightly for a moment. It is possible that the movement may be subconscious, as she stops rather abruptly after a few seconds and drops the hand back into her lap. Then she grins a bit. \"Are transplants acceptable in the eyes of the Church?\" "
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nThe acolyte nods, \"Of course, all who wish to embrace the Radiant Light and Blessed Flame are welcome, if their hearts are pure. Even dwarves and elves.\" She gestures briefly at the two in the room, although she sounds almost bitter as she speaks of pure hearts."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n\nThe dwarf snorts at those last words, breaking his silence. \"We would not, human. The World-Maker made us, and he made the world, and our reverence goes to him,\" he rumbles, the slight scorn of his first words replaced with a reverent dignity for the spacr of a sentence. \"No dwarf would forsake that.\" Apparently done with speech, he examines Seven for a moment, particularly her fur cloak."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nSeven begins by grinning broadly. By the time Azathul is finished speaking, though, she is unable to continue containing a throaty laugh. \"I don't think anyone has ever entertained the notion I might be 'pure' in any sense of the word ever before, miss.\" She returns to the grin, obviously finding the subject very amusing. If she picks up on the bitterness in Rhiannon's words, it isn't apparent. \"You can keep your lights and fires all to yourself. I will refrain from sullying them.\" "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\nThe words of the others fly over Lou's pointed, but hidden ears without him even realizing that he was still in the conversation. At the moment he seemed quite more interested in balancing perfectly on the back two pegs of his chair, and for the most part he was quite successful. As the words drone on, he looks up, his hair falling back into his face.\n\n \"Interesting, really it is. So yeah, you can call me Lou, and I'd say that to best describe me in one word is difficult, but if I had to choose just one? I'd go with \"useful\". Whaddya think?\" he says, to no one in particular. In fact, he hadn't even caught the names of the others. He simply asked for them."
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n \"As you wish,\" she says quietly, not looking at either dwarf or human woman. Instead she turns her attention to Lou. \"I would say that whether or not useful is an apt description remains to be seen.\" "
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "It is, in the midst of these conversations, that a jaunty tune begins to arise as the last of the party makes an approach towards the tavern. A pair of sapphire eyes happily shift and contort amidst a wonderfully featured face, as long, black hair dances with it. Under this head is, unsurprisingly, a body that follows it elegantly and gracefully. Were one to look at this creature for long enough, the proper word might be impish, especially considering its character. His character. Iacchus's character. \"Early one morning before the sun did rise, and the birds sang their sweat song, the mountain troll proposed to the fair squire, and she had a false, deceitful tongue. Sir Maaannelig, Sir Mannelig, won't you marry me, for that I'll gladly give yo-Oh!\" A drunkard, who had stumbled outside to pour his well-paid for drinks on the ground as to taste them twice, caused the strange little man to pause, his words audible to those outside.\n\n \"Well well... What have we here... Old lout, binged his drink. Can't handle it, eh? Can't say I blame you. Liquids. Foul stuff. Never know what they're going to do. Personally, I think they're out to get us all.\" And with a wicked smirk, he kicks over a bucket nearby that had sat out and collected rainwater a few days earlier, letting it clang on the man's head as it emptied its contents. \"Oh my, my! That nasty, cruel bucket of water attacked you! Quick! Hide your face!\" And swiftly, before the man can respond, Iacchus jumps and pushes his meager body weight down on the bucket, pushing the man face-first into a mixture of mud, grass, and his own vomit. The devious little creature just laughs excessively and loudly, before walking towards the door, reaching up to click the handle and step inside, still hooting by the time he gets in.\n\nIacchus, having missed the introductions, ignores the others and walks up to the barkeep. An odd mix of finery and jesting, he is clad in a few pieces of jewelery and a bright golden vest, but under which is a red fool's shirt, with purple sleeves that extend to his hands, which are covered in black leather gloves. His pants are of a like color, and his feet are wrapped in canvas with thick wooden soles on them. \"I-Innkeeper! Ha ha ha! A pint and some cinnamon! And a cloth for my friend out there! Bwahahah!\" Soon, the strange sprite is nearly falling off his chair with laughter at his own wicked humor.\n\n(( This song is one of the inspirations for his behaviour. And just so you know, the song he was singing was Herr Mannelig))"
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\nIgnoring the newcomer, except for the small twitch in his left eye, he spun on the two back legs of chair so that he was facing Rhiannon. The twitch was either gone, or very well hidden because his face was smooth and attractive just as it had been when he walked in.\n\nHe wasn't quite sure which way he turned, but he new that he was, in fact, facing her. With a playful smile and a wink, \"Okay, well my next one would've been \"pretty\". That's a safe bet, am I right? Or am I right?\" "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "The elf's lip twitched with disgust at the mention of possibly subverting the worship of a being who gave her life, to that of the idealistic dribble of the humans was revolting. \" I have to agree with Master Azathul in this manner, no true pure-blooded elf would forsake Valena or Valorus for the...corrupted shambles of religion that you humans have set up. \"\n\nAt the word human her lip began to curl again but this time she supressed her feelings on the subject and resolved to simply...relax until this other had joined them and spoke his peace. \" I have to wonder why a clergywoman such as yourself is traveling the country though, I would think you'd be hidden away until such a time that the 'darkness' could no longer sway your heart. \""
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\nThe last bit made Lou's ears perk up. Just a bit, anyways. He had changed from not caring about the situation in the slightest to just not caring. If you could call that a change. They were talking about Valena and Valorus? And it was in that moment that Lou realized their were non-humans at the table. It had been awhile since he had actually dealt with them, and Silien's soft features brought back kind memories. Memories back when his life was different. A kind smile washed over his face and he interjected.\n\n \"Let's put away the claws, but really, you just met these people. Save the converting for when we're drunk and vulnerable.\" "
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n \"My reasons for traveling are my own,\" she replies to the arrogant elf, inwardly relieved at a chance to avoid answering the question of attractiveness. \"Suffice to say, I find it unlikely that any darkness greater than that which I already carry will afflict me.\" Addressing Lou again, she offers a wry, weak, smile. \"I'm no good at converting anyone, I'm afraid. I simply answered a question.\" "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"Great! We shouldn't have a problem them. I told that Rainard to only bring people that would get along, you know inner conflict is bad for business. That's what I tells him, but what does he do? Bring a church offical, of all people, to work with a couple of elves and dwarf? Not that I got anything against the church, let that be known that I'm all for tolerance. But really, this is just gonna stew, and it's a darn good start ain't it?\" he rambles, not sure whether people are listening or not."
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nShe seems surprised at Lou's commentary. \"I assure you, I shall cause no problems. And I'm not an 'official'. I'm only an acolyte and not a very good one at that.\" "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Silien \n\n\" You are very gregarious, aren't you? Is it the love of the sound of your voice or some deeper compulsion that drives you to make noise? \" Silien asked calmly, closing her eyes and tilting her head back to stare up at the ceiling. The elf hadn't caught the look that Lou had given her or seem very interested in the response she had gotten from the priestess...but then again she was extraordinarily gifted at looking un-caring these days.\n\nNor was she trying to be rude to Lou with her comment, it had come with a sort of...latent curiousty to it. Like someone who had discovered a curious plant and wanted to know one of it's many secrets."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nStill incredibly amused by the situation, Seven sits back and laces her fingers together, putting her hands behind her head and watching as the personalities show. There is some talk about this being a 'group', which perks her interest, for sure. She didn't know she was coming here to work with a group of people. But as the man of the hour hadn't made his presence known yet, there is hardly any reason to rush with the gathering of mission parameters here. Especially as it's all likely to be second hand or hearsay until this mysterious Rainard spills his beans all over them.\n\nShe just keeps grinning. This group of people are likely to be an endless source of entertainment. And not a one of them seems like anything she'd call a 'threat'. Which just makes it all the better. If she's actually going to be guarding at least some of these people (which is the only possible arrangement that seems likely to her), then her employer had chosen a pretty darn good assignment for her, or so it seems."
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"Ahhh, cheer up girl. This world was made for people to work. And for those of us smart enough to slip by undetected. So religion isn't you're thing. Don't worry, don't tell nobody, but if you ask me, religion should be the last thing anyone is worried about. Causes too much trouble. Let me be burned like a martyr if you disagree, but it's the truth. Remember it.\" And as the last word left his lips, he pushed off the ground, and leaned back into the two legs in perfect balance. What a weird character.\n\nEDIT:\n\n \"Oh, you're a clever one. Really, that hurt me to the core.\" He says, his eyes darting to Silien. He noted to not assume that because you're the same race people would be any nicer to you. Lord knows they should, but they won't. This damn world needs more kindness."
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "The evening tavern noises continue as the group gets acquainted. Perhaps an hour passes. Outside, night falls fully. After the plates have been cleared away, the barkeep slips behind the curtain. She nods at all of you, her face still set in a tough, no-nonsense expression. She speaks in a gruff voice, low enough that those in the rest of the tavern can't hear. You notice that she carries a short, heavy club at her belt, made of polished oak, an item many call the barkeep's best friend. She's dressed in long, tight-fitting trousers, a rough wool shirt, and a leather vest, all in brown, save for the vest, which is black.\n\n \"All right. The fella who told you to meet here... well, he isn't here right now, per se. Seems he's real concerned about privacy. I don't ask questions. That's not good for business around here. But I was paid well to see to you and see that you got a certain message. He wanted me to tell you that you're to meet him in the forest. He said that there's a certain cave a few miles inside the woods. He wants you to slip out the north gate, nice and quiet-like, and meet him there. If you follow the edge of the forest, you'll find a small trail. Hard to see, but it's there. You follow that, it will take you right to the cave. He'll be waiting for you there.\n\nYou'd best be careful. That Rainard fellow looked like he could handle himself, but there's a reason the wall's there, and there's a reason most folk's don't leave the forest after nightfall. Strange things turn up every now and then from out of the wood. and most of them aren't friendly. Be wary when you go in.\" "
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n Huh. Interesting. Seven stands up and nods to the woman. No sense waiting here when the meet had been changed to out there someplace. She picks up her sword and puts her chair back as she found it. \"I'll take point. Azathul, you seem like a rearguard kinda guy. The rest of you best arrange yourselves in some fashion in the middle. I have a horse, and she can carry two if need be. Does anyone else have one?\" "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"Ahh, best news I heard all day. I would love to ride with a lady as beautiful as yourself.\" He winks, his violet eyes beaming as he stands up and stretches his arms out."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n\nAzathul grunts slightly as the woman mentioned the danger. He'd come from the north, and knew very well what it was like. If these folk thought the woods on the borders of their empire perilous... bah. Still, a small mistake in the forging could ruin a work as completely as a large one. He clears his throat. \"Can you see in the dark under the trees, Seven? A vanguard must be able to see her foe.\" "
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n \"I can provide light,\" the acolyte says timidly. \"And I have a horse.\" "
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nThe woman grins at Azathul. If he thinks to ask a question like that, then he probably knows what the heck he's talking about, which is good. Nothing puts a damper on the day like working with rookies. \"Nope. But I know how to be point. If you do, too, well, you want the job, then go for it. I'll take the rear. And,\" she looks to Rhiannon, \"you save your lights for a fight. If we actually come across something, we'll want to see it. Until then, if we have light, then they can see us. Perfect if you like being archery targets.\" \n\nShe turns to go, waving Lou with her as she heads for the door. And she is still grinning. \"C'mon, Lou. I'll introduce you to my horse. Her name is Gingersnap.\" "
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nShe nods understanding to the warrior woman, who appears eager and capable of taking control of the situation. An expression of relief crosses her face as she stands, and follows the others outside, to where a dapple grey horse is tethered. A crossbow hangs from the saddle-horn and the saddlebags appear well supplied. She pats the animal's neck briefly before mounting. \"Windstorm can carry another,\" she offers, \"if any wish to ride.\" "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Silien \n\n\" Hmph...Rhiannon perhaps I can ride with you on the way to our meeting. \" Silien said softly raising from her chair and shouldering her pack. After checking to make sure that her sword was belted on securely, the elf woman rolled her eyes at Lou. Humans were so touchy...\n\nBut then again she had to admit that her own attitude towards the slave-races was less then forgiving. Without too much warning she approached the dappled horse and delicately clambered up behind the acolyte on the beast. Just how she sat in the saddle was a clear indicator that she didn't have a good idea of how to ride.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI thought Lou was hiding his ears and other signs of elfness...\n "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"I know you guys can't see it, but at the moment, I'm really excited for this. Like actually ...\" He says, looking for Gingersnap and retrieving his bow and saber. He didn't like to drink with them around. However judgmental the people around here were, his weapons were twice that. And they had actually seen the atrocities of Lou's past.\n\n \"And really, it's a cute name. Much better than some others I can think of off the top of my head.\" He glances over to Rhiannon with a sly grin. I mean really, Windstorm? For a pet? How serious can you get?\n\n \n Spoiler \nI read that spoiler just after I PMed you, sorry CdT\n "
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nThe acolyte shrugs. \"I didn't name her, I only paid for her. Didn't seem a point in changing the name she came with.\" She is mildly surprised that the elf will choose to ride with her after the discussion in the tavern, but accepts gracefully enough. \"If you shift a bit more to your right, you might feel a little more secure, Silien.\" "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Silien \n\nFigures that she would have gotten into the saddle wrong. Following the gracefully offered help she shifted a bit to the right and glance to the one 'driving' the horse.\n\n\" Is this the proper technique? The last thing I wish is to plummet off a horse because I can't secure myself in a saddle...And I apologize for my rudeness towards your religion...you most likely didn't chose it, much like you didn't chose to be human. \" The words offered where...kindly enough even though a bit off-seating, but one could tell that Silien meant well with it. With a glance towards Lou she began to reassess her opinion of the elf...at first she had merely considered him a half-elf at best but he seemed to be the real deal...but what court did he fall under? It could be a dangerous topic..."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nGingersnap turns out to be a very large, very tall horse. No wonder Seven said she could carry two. The beast could probably carry three or four. Obviously built for strength and endurance, the sorrel warhorse stamps and snorts as a greeting. \"Gingersnap, this is Lou.\" Seven puts hand on the horse's nose and rubs it a couple of times. \"Sorry, no time for treats now. We're on a mission.\" She nods to Lou, a gesture to indicate he should approach.\n\n \"She's a sweetheart, really. Just because she's crushed the skulls of more men than I can count, that's no reason to be afraid of her.\" Seven grins impishly at Lou and moves around to swing herself up into the saddle. She offers Lou a hand to help him up if he wants. \"'Course, can't say how much that really means. I can only count so high. There's one, two, three, a bunch, and a whole lot.\" As she's still grinning, it's possible that she's joking."
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\n His attention snaps to the monstrosity before him and he stares in wonder up at the beast. It was definitely larger than him, and he had a strong urge to ride a different horse... or even walk. Yet he resisted, and thankfully grabbed Seven's hand and hoisted himself up.\n\nHis elbows cracked as he lifted his body weight, obviously a sign that he was \"useful\" for other reasons than physical brawn, but it probably went unnoticed. Climbing aboard, he wiped his hand across his forehead pretending to be tired and strained. After the act, he looked up with a sheepish grin and said, \"You know, under normal circumstances, I'd think you were jokin', but I got a good look at that sword back at the tavern. Not too sure anymore.\" His grin was large and friendly, emphasized by his massive twinkling eyes. Damn, why was this guy so friendly? Definitely had some kinda problem."
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nShrugging again she replies to the elf at her back, \"You should be fine now, just hold on to me and you won't fall. And it's all right. I didn't take offense. And as to whether or not I chose my religion-- that's complicated. Maybe I'll tell you sometime. You're bound to find out eventually. Just-- not right now. Although that reminds me-- I know this will sound very strange, but if I tell you to let go, you'll want to let go of me. I wouldn't want you to get hurt.\" "
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus, who, in the meantime, had been drinking down a mixture of ale and cinnamon at first but then switch to cider after his first pint, is curious as to what's going on. He isn't certain the declaration earlier was directed at him, but his curiousity would never be satisfied if he didn't find out. Spinning rapidly on his bar stool for a moment, he eventually jumps off and throws a silver piece to the bartender for his services. On silent toes, he follows the others outside, and watches the horses with a curious glint in his amethyst eyes. Unable to resist getting the group's attention, he directs a glance towards the next horse in the stable and frowns at it momentarily, as if it were a painting and he was trying to divine from it some fine detail that others so commonly missed. With this done, he then picks up a small stone, takes aim, and whips it accurately so that it skips off the horse's backside.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUsing Inspire Fear on the horse next to them to make it go nuts. All a part of being a professional pain-in-the-butt\n "
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "As the group rides northward, you can hear the horse behind you begin to kick at the walls of its stalls, neighing in panic. The sound of wood splintering is accompanied by shouts from the tavern as a knot of several merchants scrambles out to look at the trouble, and you can hear their cries of consternation as you travel out of the north gate, heading to the northwest, towards the eaves of the forest.\n\nA deep, thick mist swirls about the feet of your horses, the eddying as they walk through it. Your beasts seem skittish as you approach the eaves of the forest. Before you is a wall of darkness. The shadows pool thickly beneath the branches, and the forest is oddly silent of the usual night-noises. The trees here are mostly tall, towering oaks, though ashes and other species also rise here and there. No moonlight penetrates more than a few feet into the forest, and the interior is completely black. Or perhaps more than that. The darkness is not simple, normal absence of light... it seems to be the opposite, a darkness which swallows light, which gnaws hungrily at the edges of illumination. Even those of you with the ability to see in pitch darkness can only see half as far, and even then the darkness seems to be attempting to encroach on your vision, to swathe you in blackness. You can hear the occasional rustle of the underbrush as some small, furtive creature moves through the thick growth, and now and again a small shape will dart across the path. The flitting shadows suggest nothing out of the ordinary, but something in the proportions, or perhaps the movements of the creatures strikes you as unwholesome. Every now and then, a heavier crashing comes from within the deeper parts of the forest, as some unseen creature moves heavily through the thick woods.\n\nThe path is here, and as you approach, you notice that a small arrow has been carved into one of the trees. The mark looks fresh, no more than a few hours old. It points down the path. You enter the forest warily, but all seems well, aside from the deep shadows that obscure your sight. You travel further and further into the shadowy forest, and you can almost feel the woods watching you. The heavy rustlings in the underbrush grow more and more pronounced. In the distance, you hear a wolf howl, and then another, and another, all taking up the hunting call of the pack. It would be almost cliche, if the sound weren't so chilling. However, nothing more waylays you, and you continue your travels without any other problems, though your horses still seem nervous. The track is rough and uneven, and red eyes watch you from the undergrowth, only to disappear suddenly, to be replaced by others. Soft chittering speaks of small rodents moving. The canopy above you continues to blot out all light of the moon and stars, and the blackness is oppressive. At last, as it seems you can take no more, you see a light up ahead. A cave entrance, illuminated from within by firelight. You cannot see in very far, as the tunnel makes a sharp turn, but the light of the flame seems welcoming after the darkness of the wood."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n\nThe dwarf mutters something in his own tongue as they enter the woods, sitting uncomfortable on his newly purchased horse, a black beast that looks as though it could have served as a draft horse. Clearly, the dwarf is not used to riding, and the horse is not used to having such a concentrated weight on its back. But it is the dark that seems to disturb the dwarf most; as the light fades under the trees, he mutters back to the others, \"Beware. The shadows are too thick. I do not trust the dark tonight.\" He keeps a watchful eye out, wondering if the light-eyed folk could even see the trees; elves had better night-eyes than humans, but still not as good as dwarven eyes in dark places.\n\nAs they reach the outside of the cave, he halts. He was more comfortable with stone over his head than trees or the open sky, but that did not mean that all underground places could be trusted. Odd things made their homes in holes under the earth. Still, the cave is where they were told to meet the human who had called them here, and there was no sense delaying. Dismounting, he moves for the cave entrance."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nRiding at the back, Seven spends much of the journey with one hand on her horse's neck, patting it gently and making soothing noises. She didn't usually ride in the dark, and the attempts at calming the horse have a mildly beneficial effect on her own nerves. She grips her sword despite the scabbard being lashed securely to the saddle, but does not unsheathe the blade itself, anyway. Were they merely walking, the blade would be free and she might well be jumping at every sound. I do not trust the dark any night. \n\nDarkness is the bastion of things that enjoy eating humans, of creatures with an advantage. It is rarely a friend, and even when it is, treachery is rampant. Her people built great fires on the darkest nights to ward off the creatures and spirits of the night. Which is why the sight of the fire has an instant effect on her: she relaxes visibly and lets go of her sword. Briefly, anyway. She waits until last to dismount, offering Lou a hand down if he needs it. After untying her sword, she follows behind the rest warily, maintaining her rearguard position."
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\nEven good ol' Lou had some jitters... and he lived here for awhile. Bad part of his life, and he never again would make the assumption that just because you're an elf, all forests will be you're home. You know, like with bambi and Mrs. White? Dwarves and little forest critters dancing and singing around you? No. That's a myth. Get over it.\n\nWhen the light glinted in the distance, Lou let out a sigh of relief that seemed to be caught in his throat the entire trip. He was definitely shaking for a good part of the ride, and for some reason he had his bow out. Now, you'd think bow equals good? Well... yeah, normally, except when you can't see right in front of you and you're surrounded by allies. But when he saw the light, he relaxed, though he still kept his weapon secure.\n\n \"Well let's get goin'. Cave equals good, no?\" "
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nRhiannon rides through the dark lost in her own thoughts, worried about possible danger and what may happen to the others. When the reach the cave, she dismounts easily, helping her elf rider down as well then says, \"I'll go first. If anything's going to happen I'd rather it happen to me than the rest of you.\" She does take her crossbow with her this time, instead of leaving it slung on the saddle. Although she inspects it as she holds it in her hands, she doesn't load it."
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Silien \n\nSilien would have very much have asked just why she'd have to let go and quickly when told, but the horse started moving and it seemed far more prudent and wise to keep a grip on the one directing the horse. For one who had been around for a long time, Silien didn't exactly seem comfortable with horses and clung tightly to Rhiannon but unlike Lou she felt much more at home once they entered into the forest's dark depths.\n\nInstead one hand dropped to the sword on her belt before they came to the halt before the cave. Graciously taking the offered hand, Silien almost fell to the ground climbing down...yet somehow managed to make it look as if she had done it on purpose. \" You sure it is wise to just...rush inside? Perhaps we should call from the entrance... \" Was all she said as the sheathed weapon at the elf's side was pulled from it's sheath."
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n \"If this Rainard wants to hire us, I'm sure he won't cause us harm. If he's in there of course. If he's not in there, do you really wish to announce our presence to whatever may be?\" She seems mostly willing to take the situation at face value for now."
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "With a chuckle, the small fey behind the group makes himself known, finally speaking up after having followed in the shadow of the horses for so long and having kept his distance. He laughs a little, and plants his hands on his hips, adopting a dismissive, ready-to-move pose typical to a holier-than-thou faerie.\n\n \"And what if he's some malevolent monster or demon that has the local population under his sway? Some malevolent, marauding monster or grotesque ghoul that charms the town or threatens them to do its bidding, luring some adventurers under false pretenses so it can gobble them up? Certainly easier things to do, but if I said all monsters were smart, I'd be a liar. 'Course, this could be an especially SMART one. Waiting not with flashing fang but splendorous spell, wreaking its terrible designs on you, luring you into a trap. Wouldn't be the first of your kind to fall for such things. No sir, not at all.\" \n\nIacchus chuckles, and raises a brow to see how Rhiannon would respond to his jibes and mockery."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nSeven stand, parsing all this. These people are wasting time and making their presence known, regardless of their intent. \"Whatever,\" she hisses in response to the...little-man-person-thing. \"Listen, girl, no one does a martyr act on my watch.\" She continues to speak quietly so her voice doesn't carry very far. \"Point is not a position into which you put the person who thinks they are most expendable.\" \n\nUnless Azathul walks into the cave right away, Seven does, taking the front to prevent some daft girl with self-esteem problems from doing it."
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nThe young woman shrugs at the fey. \"Then it's a trap, and we'd deal with it when it happens, I expect.\" The acolyte sighs at Seven's diatribe. \"I wouldn't expect you to understand, but expendability and martyrdom have nothing to do with it. It's about pain. There's less of it if I get hurt than if you do.\" "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"Yeah, well it's a bit chilly out here. So I say we come up with a plan. That would be the best option I can see. Just my opinion.\" Lou shrugs as if he was to say \"Just throwing that out there\"."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n \"Either we enter,\" opines the dwarf sourly, \"or we do not, and we have wasted this evening.\" It would be the act of a fool or a coward to come this far, then turn back on the off chance that there was something else in the cave they had been told to come to. His tone makes that perfectly clear, and he moves into the cave with Seven."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nHolding up a hand in the face of Rhiannon's...whatever she's saying, Seven files the information away for later. As she steps into the cave with the dwarf, she mutters, \"Still not taking point, kid.\" Her use of the word 'kid' doesn't sound derogatory. Then, to the dwarf she says, \"Rookies,\" with a tone that clearly conveys a tinge of bemusement.\n\nShe could now consider what Rhiannon said and what it actually means, and various other things she's seen and heard from these people so far, but she doesn't. Instead, she focuses on the here and now. Feet move, eyes look, arms ready. And she's ready for one of her favorite maneuvers - bashing someone with the scabbarded blade before pulling off the sheath. Intelligent opponents always seem to find it a little unsettling. Which is funny as hell."
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nFollowing along behind Seven a touch glumly, she simply shakes her head at the other woman's lack of understanding."
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus just smiles and rolls his eyes. Still, he cannot resist his curiousity, and trails behind the column, moving towards somewhere in the middle of what will eventually form a line.\n\n \"Well, bold bunch, you are. Bold indeed. That, or stupid. Then again, I AM following you, so I'm not in much of a position to talk, now am I?\" And with a chuckle, a smirk, and a click of his heels, Iacchus follows."
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "The group of you proceed into the cave, leaving your horses outside, out of necessity. The beasts appear nervous, rolling their eyes, though this is not unusual. Horses, after all, are bred for the open plains, and traveling under the dark earth is not their way. You enter the cave, and as you turn the corner, you see that the firelight comes from a torch set into the wall. The tunnel twists and turns, sloping gently downward. The torches, however, do not seem to so much banish the shadows as cast them in relief, making the darkness deeper and the shadows stronger. The floor below is rough stone, but it is clear and the walk is easy enough.\n\nFinally, you turn a final bend and enter a large, subterranean chamber. Torches have been set along the wall, providing more illumination, but the effect is no less sinister than in the tunnels above. The real shock, however, comes from the chamber's occupants.\n\nOn the wall to your right, three children, two boys and a girl, the girl being the eldest, are tied to the wall by means of what appears to be living vine. Each of them bear numerous bruises, scrapes, and cuts accross their body, but what's worst is their eyes. Each of them has a haunted, hunted look. They shrink into a huddle together, staring at you fearfully. They appear momentarily relieved when they see who you are, or perhaps who you are not, but terror appears so ingrained into their features that they are unsure what other emotion to show. They are dressed in rags, though they do not appear malnourished. They say nothing, only follow your movements with their eyes, holding each other for comfort or protection. Their bindings are wrapped around their necks, and they can only move perhaps ten feet in any direction. They lay on a small pile of leaves which seems to serve them as a bed.\n\nAttached to the opposite wall by similar means is a man of middle years and a medium build. His hair and eyes are brown, and he is dressed in shades of green and brown. Unlike the children, his expression is one of defiance, and when he sees you he sighs with relief. You recognize him as Rainard, your contact. When he sees you, he begins to speak urgently, his voice low, and he beckons you over.\n\n Took you bloody well long enough to get here. You've been set up. Not much time to explain, they'll be back at any moment. I was captured a few days ago... I think they'd been laying in wait for me... those three wretches have certainly been here long enough... Look, I get this damned thing off me and get us out of here, I'll tell you everything. \n\n\nIn one corner of the cave, there is a small pool, which seems to serve as a water source"
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nAs soon as she sees the bound children, Rhiannon's sword is in her hand. The edges gleam faintly with fire and she crosses the room over any objections from her companions to hack at the vine holding the eldest of them. Her face looks anguished at their plight and she speaks to reassure them, \"We'll soon have you out of here.\" \n\n(No idea what attack, if any, I should be trying for, but you have the sheet.)"
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\n At sight of the children, Lou grows stiff. He had been uneasy enough now that he was under an estimated weight of it-will-kill-you-if-it-falls of rock, but the grotesque display of inhuman cruelty seemed to slice through the elf's flesh deeper than any blade could. His pupil's widen and his mouth falls open. He blinks twice, as if he is actually trying to register what is going on, but once it hits him, he's got it.\n\nWithout much more than a glance at Rainard, he strides over to the threesome. A quick flick of his wrist, and his rapier is out. It's blade glinted malevolently in the poor lighting of the cave, and the reflections of the horrified children flashed across the steel. His brilliant violet eyes seemed to plead with the children to not be afraid as he raised his sword and gouged it into the vine.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI suppose I'll be freeing the youngest one. That would make the most sense to Lou, anyway. Also...with the attacking, yeah. You have the sheets.\n "
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nThe whole scene makes Seven's lip curl in disgust. She leaves freeing the apparent prisoners to the others - that's not her job. Never has been, never will be. Instead, she walks the cavern, checking the ground for anything that might give a hint to the nature of the enemy. There is hardly any point to looking along the path they just traveled down, as traces - if any existed in the first place - were probably obliterated by said passage. Beginning in the middle of the chamber, she moves slowly in a spiral.\n\n \"Freeing you all will take a little bit, Rainard, if that is who you are, anyway. Tell us of your captors, and your fellow prisoners, in the meantime.\" She addresses the man, but does not look at him, her attention directed at the floor.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSurvival for tracking: 22 \n "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Silien \n\n\" Stop! You mustn't touch them yet! It may cause more harm then good! \" Silien called out to the two as they moved at once to free the children before thinking about the possibility of an illusion or trap. Sticking the point of her sword into the ground, the elfess's fingers swiftly moved through the practiced motions of a simple spell and intoned the words underneath her breath.\n\n\" Discierna la Magia. \" A soft blue glow came to her eyes and to a tattoo of an eye encased in a triangle, able to pick up the subtle hints of magical auras that normal vision could not easily detect. Sweeping her gaze from first Rainard and then to the captive children and moving into range when she needed to. Eventually her eyes went to the 'watering hole' at the far end and her eyes narrowed. Perhaps there was more to it...Taking up her blade once more, Silien slowly stalked across the cave to about five paces from the water and observed it silently.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Using detect magic and sweeping the entirety of the cave, pausing long enough on individual auras to try and decipher their school and strength.\n "
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus wanders his way towards the children, ignoring the old man, him instead making his own magical notions and searching the vines to see if there is anything poisonous or dangerous about them. He makes no overt show, and in fact tries to stay as unnoticed as possible, even by the children he now stands near.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUsing Detect Poison\n "
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": " For Iacchus \n \n Spoiler \nNothing that you can detect is poisonous.\n \n\n For Sillien \n \n Spoiler \nThe vines all have traces of magic about them, but they do not seem to have any magical powers in and of themselves, save for being tougher and more resilient than normal vines. The magic seems to be their origin, however, and there does seem to be some other component which you cannot quite identify. This is not aided by the fact that the entire cavern is saturated with subtle but pervasive magical emanations. It seems heavy and dark to your magical sight, settling to the bottom like silt in a river. It seems to be natural in origin. It looks as though anyone staying for a prolonged period of time in the cave would find themselves progressively weaker in both body and spirit.\n \n\n For Seven \n \n Spoiler \nYou find no signs of anyone passing this way, either in or out.\n \n\n\nThe vines prove annoyingly resilient, and it takes several moments to hack through them, even with magically enhanced blades. Your efforts are not aided by the fact that the children flinch when you draw your weapons, huddling and scrabbling to stay as far away from you as possible. They whisper softly to each other, and the eldest holds the two younger boys protectively close to her, as all three stare at you with wide, frightened eyes. The girl is young and rather pretty, despite her disheveled appearance. The two boys look as though they are brothers. Both have the same blue eyes and sandy blonde hair, while the girl has fair skin and long, dark hair. She strokes the boy's heads, as if to comfort them, all the while watching you for any signs of threat, though what her reaction would be you cannot guess.\n\nRainard appears more and more agitated. He keeps glancing back up the tunnel, pointing for you to cut his bonds.\n\n Damnit, we have very little time... I'm sure they'll be here soon. This was a trap. Our captors, they're working for someone... I don't know who. They captured me a little while ago. The young ones have been here quite a while.... I have a feeling they were using them as hostages to get the villagers to send you here.. someone is setting us up... they wanted to eliminate you, because they knew you'd be a loose end... and after they got rid of you, they were going to send me on to whoever they're working for... for interrogation. I assume their employer is looking for... well, my employer, and, ultimately, yours.\n\nI don't know much about them. I wasn't captured all that long ago... There's two of them... One, the greater of the two, I think... she's an elf. A witch of some kind... she can make the forest do her bidding. She commands the trees and the beasts... and she put these vines on our necks, to keep us here. There's another, a great hairy brute of a man.. some heathen barbarian, all covered in scars and tattoos... He's just a blood-mad monster, at least so far as I've seen. The children seem to fear him more. He's not smart, but he's cunning, like an animal.. don't underestimate him. We'd be better to get clear of here as fast as we may... no doubt they'll be back soon. I'm surprised they didn't ambush you already. "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n\nAt the sight of the vine-bound captives, Azathul makes what might be grunt of disgust. He readies his hammer, glancing about as if expecting enemies to spring fully formed from the cave floor. He leaves the freeing of the prisoners and their questioning to the others; their weapons and words are better suited to it than his blunt ones.\n\nAt Rainard's description of his captors, the dwarf grunts again, this time in contempt. It was typical elven arrogance to command something else to do their bidding, rather than taking the time to do it correctly. Dwarven prisoners would be bound in steel chains. He moves to the cavern entrance, positioning himself beside it so that he is not visible until one has entered the cavern, and plants himself firmly there, taking up a watch.\n\n \n Spoiler \nListen (1d20+4)[ 8 ] . Shouldn't need Spot, I don't think.\n "
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\n(Is the adamantine of her blade, or the flaming enchantment, speeding matters at all?)\n\nRhiannon ignores the pleas of Rainard until the children are free, and turns immediately to cut the man loose. \"We won't hurt you,\" she says to the children, attempting to reassure them."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nWhatever she sees, it makes Seven scowl. \"If this is a trap, then I fully expect that you are part of it. I'd wager you only saw and heard what they wanted you to, or maybe you're in on it with them.\" Looking to Azathul, she says, \"No traces of anyone coming through here aside from us. If we choose to believe this man, we should free him quickly and be gone with haste.\" \n\nGetting the idea of what the dwarf is doing, Seven moves up to stand in her own vigilance on the other side of the cave entrance and speaks quietly to him. \"I don't much care for being boxed in against my will. A cave with only one way out isn't my idea of a good place to be when the enemy is unknown.\" "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Silien \n\n\" We mustn't tarry here for other reasons. This...entire cave is magical, not just the vines holding people prisoner. The longer we stay, the weaker we shall become in the body, and if what he says is true then an elf who is one with nature and beserker are on their way... \"\n\nSilien said off hand as she squatted down to examine the pool of water. Shaking her head when nothing truly seemed to be extraordinarily off about it, the elf woman turned and approached Rainard. Much like the others were, she started to saw at the vine holding him captive."
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"I'm all for getting out of here, but let's get our priorities in check first. These kids? They need to get somewhere safe, and we're not goin' to be able to fight off some unknown evil very well with them with us. Can any of you cast illusions? Maybe we could get a distraction to lead whoever, if anyone, away.\" He says sternly. The silliness of his attitude had completely slipped away, and his eyes were cold and hard. Once he had hacked at the vine enough to cut the youngest loose, he hold out his hand.\n\n \"Child, I need you to be brave. We're the good guys.\" He smiles pleasantly, before winking. They were the number one priority."
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "(Your blade cuts better, yes, but the vines are magically enhanced and still quite tough.)\n\nYou finally manage to free the children and Rainard from the vines, which immediately shrivel and blacken as they are severed, twisting up like brittle black snakes. From down the tunnel, you can hear, as if from a great distance, the long, drawn out hall of the wolf. This call, however, seems somewhat different from the one you heard earlier... it feels more purposeful... hungry. Rainard appears even more agitated, and the children look at each other and shiver. At last, the eldest one speaks in a voice barely above a whisper.\n\n Please... please get us out of here before they come back. \n\nRainard, glancing around rapidly like a caged animals, bursts out.\n\n Please, we need to move. Every moment we tarry here our death draws closer. You'll have to lead the way. I'm unarmed, and the children can't be expected to fight. "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"Good plan. Kids? Stick with me, just stay behind me and when I say close your eyes do it. Okay?\" Lou says, kneeling so that he is at eye level with the children. He puts his hand on the youngest boy's shoulder before saying, \"Be strong for us.\" "
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nGiving a nod to Azathul, Seven growls, \"I've got your back.\" Feeling like maybe this isn't the best time for playing with her prey, Seven pulls the scabbard off her sword, intending to drop it should it become necessary to fight. She'd lost more than one this way, but that's okay. Scabbards are cheap. Lives are not. Especially her own.\n\nThe blade gleams in the minimal light, etched with a rather large butterfly on both sides at the business end and flowing script lettering up the middle that is impossible to read while it's moving in her hand."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n \"Then let us leave,\" Azathul mutters, moving back the way they came with hammer at the ready. He has no desire to stay in a a cursed cavern. Tales and memories of strange things found far under the earth spring to mind; things which the dwarves speak of only in the light of the fires. This was not such a cave, he thinks. Merely an elf-witch and her magic. \"Follow closely.\" \n\nHe keeps a wary eye forward, the torchlight flickering faintly off his burnished armor.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot (1d20+4)[ 23 ] , Listen (1d20+4)[ 13 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nNot entirely sure it's a good idea, Rhiannon nevertheless hands her crossbow off to Rainard before picking up the youngest child, carrying him out with her. \"I'll need it back once we're out of here,\" she says to their contact. She apparently doesn't feel the need to waste any further time once the captives are free, and moves with the others as soon as the group gets moving again."
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus picks up a piece of the fallen, binding vine and tries to take a bite out of it, his needle-teeth sinking into it as he tries to test the flavour of it. Once this is done, good or bad, he spits it out into a corner.\n\n \"Stop being so scared, kids. The worst thing anything can do is kill you. Well, that's not true, I suppose. There are fiends out there who take such joy in torturing good creatures, they can turn your entire body inside out and let you scream for days. And they do worse too, for years at a time, until you go mad with pain, rip out your own bones, and then go and kill all the people you used to love. Imagine that, the worst pain you ever felt, times a million, while you kill your own mother.\" Iacchus just grins, and mixes two uses in this story. One is for the sheer fun that comes with hearing the screams of children, and the other is to make sure they get out of there, whether helped or not. As much as he hates to feel soft, he has no wish to see them hurt."
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\n Lou turns around, his face fierce and his rapier at the ready. He knew he didn't like that guy, just the second he saw him skipping into the bar and singing some ridiculous tune.\n\n \"Ya know? That doesn't sound like half a bad idea... keep talkin' and maybe we can arrange that for you.\" The icy cold stare of Lou's brilliant eyes make it obvious for even a blind man that he is dead serious."
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "However, Iacchus is unfazed. It seems that nothing can unnerve the little man, who retains his smile and shrugs the threat off nonchalantly.\n\n \"Sorry. Not very goods at keeping dateses. Charmed for the offer though.\" And he gives the toothiest grin he can muster, showing the needle-fangs; like those of a piranha, threatening to flay alive its prey. Then, he simply skips away, laughing maniacally the whole way."
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "You gather up the children, with Rainard moving along behind you. The children glance fearfully at Iacchus' comment, and the youngest clutches tight to Rhiannon, burying his head in her neck, glancing fearfully at the fae. All three huddle close to Rhiannon, and you make your way back up the tunnel. As you leave, the torches that before illuminated the subterrenean chamber wink out one by one, leaving the room covered in an inky blackness even more opressive than that in the forest above. As you move through the tunnel, carrying torches, the darkness seems to creep along hungrily behind you, closing in slowly but steadily. As you see the exit up ahead, you can almost see a wall of blackness inching steadily closer to you. As the last of the group exits the tunnel, you can look back and see nothing inside of the cave, and the feeling of oppressive watchfulness intensifies. Your horses are even more skittish now, and they dance nervously on the ends of their leads. You have to calm them before you are even able to mount, and not all of you are able to ride, forcing you to slow your pace so that the walkers can keep up.\n\nHowever, as you ready yourselves to leave, you look about you for the path. With a sinking feeling in your stomachs, you realize that it has vanished, leaving only an unfriendly wall of trees before you. The forest seems to loom over you, every tree a grim, silent sentinel. In the distance, you can here something or somethings moving through the woods. The youngest child begins to cry silent tears of terror into Rhiannon's neck, and Rainard curses softly, under his breath."
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n \"What sort of devilry is this?\" the acolyte mutters as she notices the lack of a trail. She will set all of the children on her horse with her. (Heavy warhorse should be okay with the weight.) She whispers reassurances to the children, promising them she will look after them until they're returned to their homes. She repeats the admonition to the children that she had previously told the elf-- that they should let go if she tells them to-- promising yet again that she will keep them safe."
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"Okay, I realize that we need to get moving, but I'm pretty sure Rainard said something about the evil elf being able to control trees. And now, coincidentally the path is gone. Anyone else think it maybe be a bad idea to go in there ?\" His words were quiet, as it seemed he was using most of his energy to hid his own fear from the children. His hands were shaking just slightly, and he seemed to be gripping the hilt of his sword rather tightly."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n \"Ruhl-karnulun!\" Azathul spits in his own tongue; it has the sound of a curse. \"Either we go to the wolves, or the wolves will come to us,\" he growls. \"Seven. Can you find our trail? If not, we should await the dawn.\" The dark did not normally bother him at all, but tonight was different, and whatever beasts roamed the night would like less the light of day. He leads his horse rather than riding it; he does not trust the untested beast not to bolt in the darkness."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n \"I can look. What I find after this witchcraft has taken place is another matter entirely.\" With that, she sheathes her sword and crouches near the horses, moving around near them and trying to deduce the trail back the way the group came.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSurvival for Tracking: 23 \n "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Silien \n\nThe elf woman was quick to leave the cave once all of the people kept prisoner were free, she had no desire to experience the cave's draining properties herself. But the problem came when Silien saw the crowded horse that had been her previous mode of transportation and heard the ominous noises coming from the woods around them.\n\n\" It is my belief that the beserker may be approaching us. That or perhaps the druid is using his or her magic to bend the trees out of their way. In either case we should leave this area post haste, the territory surrounding us is not beneficial to our escape and would actively aid our foes. \" Silien said calmly, not betraying the worry that was just beginning to fester in her mind about what could happen in the near future. Naked steel gleamed in her grasp as the tattooed elf approached the animal that Lou and Seven had ridden to this spot with and looked up expectantly. \" Can someone give me a hand up? \""
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\n Though it couldn't be seen thanks to the darkness of... well... the night, Lou rolls his eyes and resists the urge to twirl his finger. Like we haven't been talking about that for the last few minutes, huh? he thought, as he reached out his hand and grasped Silien's.\n\n \"I gotcha, sweetheart. Just watch were you point that thing..\" he smiles, weakly and turns his gaze back to the trees."
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Standing in the midst of the group, Iacchus takes caution, and a few arcane gestures later, he is surrounded by a glowing, multicoloured field. With this upon him, he... Doesn't change. The fearless little creature still stands just where he was before with the same unchanging, unflinching smile on his face. Periodically, he glances up at the children, and gives the same toothy grin he always has towards them.\n\n \"Don't worries, the only thing that biteses out heres is me.\" He grins, and playfully bites at air near one of the children's feet. Outwardly, this would seem to be tormenting them, but it also means they focus more on him and not on whatever might be out there.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCast Shield on himself\n "
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nThe woman frowns as she checks the ground. Then she looks up. If you cannot find your trail one way, there is usually another. She points off in a direction that seems somewhat random. \"That way.\" Then she paces back and takes the reins of her horse. \"There is no path, but we came from that way. I'd better go near the front to keep us on course.\" \n\nShe begins walking her horse, now carrying Lou and Silien, with a firm grip on the reins. If the horse tries to bolt, she's ready to deal with it. Though she has ridden much over the past few years, her legs and feet remember well all the years of stalking, marching, and running. She clucks at the horse and breaks into a light jog.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSeven's move is 40. A heavy warhorse is 50. So she's doing a light jog to not slow anyone down, thus moving at 50 for now. Should nothing happen by the time an hour passes, she'll slow everyone down to 40. Oh, and she pointed southwest.\n "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Silien \n\n\" You needn't worry, I shall try and refrain from accidentally prodding you. \" Came the subdued promise as Silien took the hand up and hoisted herself into the saddle behind the other elf. Following the directions that she had received from Rhiannon before, the elf woman wrapped her arms around Lou's waist and hung on...tightly, with her sword pointed out to the side and chin on his shoulder so she could see ahead of them."
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nThe acolyte glares at the whatever-it-is making such fear-inducing comments to the children. \"Don't worry, children. I won't let it-- or anything else in these woods-- harm you while I have breath to prevent it. Do you live in Stoneglen?\" "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\nHe pretended not to notice Silien's hold on him, just in case he was reading the signals wrong. It's happened before, and believe me, it definitely makes the entire journey, or even adventure, awkward. He simply cocked his head to the side and looked up at Seven.\n\n \"I don't like this. Feels like even the damn trees are against us....\" "
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "Seven begins to lead the group back in what you hope is the direction from which you came. The trees press close about you, and the shadows are clustered thickly beneath them, seeming to grow more oppressive and impenetrable with each passing moment. Rustlings in the undergrowth seem to grow now closer, and now farther away... stealthy paddings just out of sight sound like they are dogging your trail. Every now and then, a wolf's howl echoes eerily through the wood. They seem to be getting closer, but perhaps that is just a trick of the woods and your own fears? you hope that is the case, anyway.\n\nSuddenly, as you come around a bend in the trail, there are two figures before you. Your horses begin to rear and buck at the sight, or perhaps the smell of them, or maybe it is something more primal... something that their animal brains can detect, but a sense that has been atrophied in more civilized beings such as yourselves. One of them is a tall, luminous female elf, with hair that falls to her waist in green, vinelike tendrils. She is beautiful, but it is a cold, unearthly beauty, and her entire stance speaks disdain for all of you. Beside her is a man even taller than she, but he is hunched over, hiding his true height. His form is filthy and wrapped in ragged, untanned hides, and the smell coming from him is rank and rotten. His mouth and hands are soaked with blood, and he grins a savage, evil smile, revealing the chunks of raw flesh still caught between his teeth. The children shrink and clutch at you as they appear, and Rainard's eyes grow wide. The woman speaks first, her voice seeming to come from the trees, from the air, from everywhere and nowhere at once.\n\n It took you long enough to get here. Your amusement are not more important than your duties. \n\nThe man's head whips around, and he snarls at her.\n\n You're not my mistress, witch. No one is. I do as I please. \n\nThe woman's brow furrows, and her voice grows colder and sharp, filled with icy imperiousness.\n\n Nevertheless... you are being rewarded handsomely by the one who has... comissioned our aid. You will attend to your duties in a satisfactory manner, unless you wish to explain yourself to him \n\nAt this, the tall man flinches, and the woman gives a small, cold smile of satisfaction.\n\n I thought not. Now, you know what must be done. Eliminate the interlopers. Save only the contact... everyone else you may... play with as you wish. \n\nThe man's expression changes to another wide, evil smile, and he licks the blood from his chops with gusto as he takes a step towards you. The woman disappears into the trees, and all around you can hear rustling in the underbrush. Great black wolves begin to step forth, growling savagely at you as they close about you in a circle...\n\n(Rolls thread is here . Please use it to avoid cluttering the IC thread.)"
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n\nAs the pair comes into view, Azathul drops from his horse, releasing its reins in favor of a better grip on his hammer. He is not accustomed to fighting from horseback, and will not become so now. He ignores, for the most part, the words as the elf-witch reprimands her savage servant, taking their delay as an opportunity to work himself towards the forefront of the group; the doings of foul elves are little concern to him.\n\nThe circling wolves are another matter. Moving to one flank, so as not to allow the wolves at the more fragile folk within, he orders, \"Stay together. Form a circle; do not be drawn out.\" He suits deeds to words, taking up one of the sides and watching the wolves come nearer. Methodically, he adjusts his grip on the hammer as if at the forge; in his mind, the rustlings of the leaves and other forest sounds become the familiar sounds of the bellows. He begins to speak in a low tone, in slow, rhythmic Dwarven. \"Menu serul ul-nal tulkhur-ul Khuruzaman...\" \n \n Spoiler \nMove to cover one of the flanks, and ready an action to attack the first wolf that comes in range. Power attacking for 5.\n "
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nAs soon as she sees the two people, Seven pulls her blade free of the sheath and actually takes the time to quietly strap it to her horse. Then she silently offers a hand to Lou and Silien to help either of them off the horse if they want it. Once one of them is down or both refuse the help, she steps up to stand with Azathul.\n\nShe makes a short, sharp hand gesture in her horse's line of sight and says \"Gingersnap, defend.\" Her blade then is held in both hands, just enough to the side of her head to prevent it from obstructing vision, as she stands rock steady, awaiting the assault that she knows will come. Waiting is the least fun part. At least this wait will be short. \"If any of you have defensive magics to lend, this is the time. Defense first, then offense after.\" \n\nSeven eyes the feral man, giving him a snarl of her own in an attempt to draw his attention to her. With a subtle twist of her foot, and a near-growl escaping from her lips, she projects how very unafraid she is of him, and how easily she could beat him into submission with a mere flick of her wrist."
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nWhen the two appear, Rhiannon shelters the children a little more closely. Her sword comes into her hand and she looks somehow afraid-- not of the enemy in front of her, but of something else. \"Try not to get injured, please,\" she says to her companions.\n\nShe then begins to pray over the children, wincing visibly as she touches each child, an edge of pain or stress overlaying her voice as she continues to call down the power of the Blessed Flame to shield them from the approaching danger. After each prayer that edge becomes more pronounced.\n\n(Casting Protection from Evil on each of the children, and dealing with the resultant backlash. I don't know how many spells she can get off before we enter rounds, so she may have additional action, depending.\n\n+0 init.)"
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\nIf there was one thing you could count on, probably the only thing reliable when it came to Lou, was his speed. With the fluidity of rolling waves, and the confidence that only comes from years of experience, Lou held his bowstring tightly within his fingers and let loose two arrows into the massive black shape of one of the wolves. The projectiles hissed as they pierced the night air, the sound only halted by the soft plunge into the thick flesh of the beast... well, at least that's what Lou thought.\n\n \"Normally, I'd vote that we talk this all through... but I really hate wolves. And it's always wolves. I would much rather get attacked by bears, or something exotic... like a lion. Yeah, seriously, I've never even seen a lion.\" he said to no one in particular. His words seemed to calm him, and it looked like much more of a self-meditation technique than anything else.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDamage per arrow: (1d8)[ 1 ] + (2d6+3)[ 11 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "The wolves continue to slowly circle, something deep and powerful and predatory resonating in their red-tinged eyes as they slowly circle about you. You can feel the primal, animal nature of their stares. No remorse, no mercy, just the desire for the kill... and yet, this is more than the desire for food or security that drives a natural predator... this is something with a capacity for malice that only the civilized races posses. Whether these creatures are inherently capable of such malice, or whether it is an outside will guiding them, you cannot say. One of the beast lunges forward, then another. They seem to be aiming for your horses, and in short order all of the mounts but Gingersnap have been hamstrung and lie squealing on the ground, spilling their riders to the ground. The beasts do not have it all their own way, however. Seven's blade slays one of them. Lew's arrow wounds another, and Azathul's swift and deadly axe cuts down another of the fearsome creatures. But on they come, still circling you. The barbaric man seems to move with the same evil, predatory grace, pacing around the edge of your defensive cluster, looking for a way to attack the weaker members of the party. He leers wickedly at you, his face contorted in as he stares you up and down, moving ever closer... across his back he carries a massive battleaxe, a wicked looking, serrated weapon which he draws, even as he circles, crouching, watching, waiting for a weakness... He appears to be truly enjoying this, licking his lips hungrily as he surveys you. Meanwhile, the elven woman watches coldly for a moment, then disappears into the trees.\n\n(Those riders with dead horses need to make reflex saves to keep from being crushed under their mounts)"
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n \"Khura arzun calag-sulak...\" Azathul's rhythmic Dwarven chant never ceases. The armored dwarf meets the gaze of the wolves steadily, hammer rising and falling as if working a forge. He holds his position; with the horses and some of his fellows down, a strong shield-wall was vital. \"... tulkhur-ul Khurazaman...\" Of all fine crafts, battle was the one in which precision mattered the surest. A lesser warrior struck wildly, relying on luck to guide his blows. With tools he did not know, he could do no better. Azathul knew the hammer and its strokes like his hand. \"Bundhak nasul il-menu...\" Perhaps better, for he had made the hammer, and not his hand. He meets the predatory eyes of the savage man as he circles around, too. \"Am Khurazaman sartulnla...\" \n \n Spoiler \nFull attack, hitting the man if he comes in range and the wolves if he doesn't, and making sure he can attack any wolves that try to get past from his direction. Power attacking for 3; anyone struck must make a DC 16 Fort save or be sickened for a round.\n "
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nGingersnap lands heavily from lashing out and trumpets a challenge to these wolves that would harm her kind. Seven, though, remains quiet, adjusting her stance and keeping within a few steps of the dwarf. With her concentration on the fight at hand, the names of these people she has only lately met have left her.\n\nShe tracks the berserker with a small part of her consciousness. When he attacks, she and the dwarf will have to fight him together. Ergo, he will wait until they are separated to launch his assault. Take the strong first and the weak will crumble. It usually works. Unless you misjudge who is strong and who is weak.\n \n\"Flame girl, cover our backs. Archer man and elf woman, stay in the middle. Oddling, make yourself useful somehow.\" These are simply the words that her mind supplies to describe each of them without wasting attention on trying to name them properly or more adequately. \"Let them come to us.\" \n \n Spoiler \nSeven and Gingersnap smash!\n "
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": "(What sort of reflex save does Rhiannon have to make to keep the kids from getting crushed under the horse as well? And is the animal still alive?)"
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Silien \n\nThe elfess watched silently as her comrade in arms struck the first blow at the wolves and this...barbarian man who dared stand against them. Every leer that monster of a human disgusted her and she could feel the anger starting to bubble over deep in her gut. Awkwardly releasing Lou and clambering down off of the beast she had been riding, Silien eyed the two black wolves closest to the human and stuck her sword into the ground once more. The hand gestures weren't as well reherased this time but still came easily enough to her.\n\n\" Achicharrando Rayo. \" Came the tightly clipped words before she held out her left hand towards her sighted targets. A red light started to glow from between her shoulder blades as a tattoo of the rising soon light up...just as two bright yellow lances of burning energy leapt from her hands towards the two wolves closest to the beserker...and barring two suitable target, towardas him with the burning rays.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Dismounting then casting scorching ray. If there are two wolves within thirty feet of each other and relatively close to the beserker, she'll target them. If there only one wolf then both rays will go to the beserker.\n "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\nThankfully, Gingersnap seemed to be able to handle herself just as well as any of the fighters here. Silently thanking the beast, as well as his own luck, he reached back for another two arrows and knocked them again. He had a safe spot to shoot from, and didn't see any reason of moving.\n\n \"I gotta say, though, the whole massive axe thing? Definitely over-played. I mean, I've fought the rebel who just can't seem to control his emotions , but they all carry axes? I mean, yeah, they're big and scary and blood flies everywhere when you hit things... but cliche ? Chyaah...\" \n \n Spoiler \n 12 damage per arrow aimed at wounded wolf/ 27 rolled on attack\n "
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus, nimble on his toes, jumps away from the carnage ensuing. Having seen this coming, at least in part, the small fey frowns as he realizes that, had he not come on this wild goose chase and listened to his instincts instead, he would be enjoying another pint of cinnamon-sprinkled cider back at the inn, and playing jokes on all the tavern patrons. Immediately, a spark of what could be called anger fills the fey-creature's eyes.\n\n \"Right! That's it! Time for wolfies to leave!\" He barks, and it is followed by grandiose arcane gestures. His hands then cast out, and the wind momentarily picks up around him, tossing his hair about as he projects forth a terrible beacon of primal, almost unnatural fear.\n\n((Casting Scare against the two closest wolves. DC 20 save or they run like madmen for 6 rounds as far away as possible. Even if they succeed, they're shaken.\n\nEdit: Sorry if I held up the game))"
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "(Just a standard Reflex save.)\n\nTwo of the wolves yelp in fear, turning into the woods and fleeing as fast as possible, the shadows swallowing up their black-furred forms immediately. Another falls to an arrow, and a third takes one of the rays, it's fur burning bright, the reek of it filling the air. The ray of flame sent towards the man misses by a hair's breadth, his surprising agility shielding him from harm The man scowls, staring you down with pure hatred burning in his gaze... he whistles, and the wolves draw back, still circling you, but no longer attempting to break through... suddenly, he stops, as if an idea occurs to him, an he grins evily. He pulls a cluster of acorns out from a hidden pouch in one of his boots, his voice a savage snarl as he speaks.\n\n Here's a little present... and now, let's see how well you run. \n\nHe tosses the acorns with a fast overhand throw, then slips quickly into the shadows of the wood, disappearing to your eyes. The wolves vanish with him, but you are quickly distracted as the acorns detonate into a hail of sharp needles. Most of you are protected by heavy clothing or armor, but the three children are pierced many times, despite their attempt to shield themselves. Almost immediately, their color begins to fade, and the two youngest, especially, begin to look ill.. the second youngest, one of the boys, speaks in a low whisper...\n\n\"I don't feel so good...\""
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nThe acolyte puts her sword away and says a brief prayer as she bends over the children. She stops paying attention to the goings-on around her as her vision clouds over under the influence of the divine power running through her.\n\n(Casting Detect Poison, and checking the children over for poison.)"
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "For a moment after the explosion, Iacchus covers his face with his sleeves, protected by the glowing aura of force around him. In the aftermath, he opens an eye and looks about. When he sees what has happened to the children, he frowns but shows little more concern beyond that. Then, he suddenly catches on to a likely idea.\n\n \"It's a trap! Kills the childrens! Now! Whatevers has infected thems will either slows us downses, spread to yous, or transforms thems into some greater evils!\" He hisses through his needle-teeth. He is not certain of such things, but merely being prudent. No enemy would do this without a reason. Upon transmitting his warning, Iacchus steps away from them quickly, and covers his mouth with his cloak."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n \n\"Don't be daft.\" Seven keeps her guard up for now. Relaxing at a time like this is just an invitation to be attacked again. \"Can the horses be mended, or will we have to abandon them?\" She only glances back to check on the rest of the group. And grins, because Gingersnap is fine."
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n \"If they're alive, I can tend to them,\" Rhiannon says, not looking up from the children, and sounding quite tense."
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"Please explain to me why you are even here?! Listen, little guy, 'cause if I need to explain this to you again, I don't know what I'll do. We. Are. The. Good. Guys.\", he says through gritted teeth. Each word is given a moment to settle in before he firmly plants another one down. He was resolved on the outside, but in these strange times, one could never be so sure. Could gremlin might actually have a point? No! Of course not, these were children! He couldn't harm them even if it needed to be done! They were defenseless!\n\n \"Got it?! If I gotta say it again, the horses won't be the only thing we're abandoning in these woods.\" "
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": " \"Threaten all you wants, its makeses pointings outs that I tolds you so that much more funs later.\" Iacchus barks back. He clearly does not like being talked down to, something one would expect him to be used to by now. \"Anyone who calls themselveses evil either is telling a jokes or the truths. Anyone callings themselves goods typically wantses to sells you snakes oils.\" He frowns and focuses his eyes grudgingly on Lou \"I doeses what I haves to so I cans survives. If yous wantses to waste yourses on some childrens... I can'ts stops you.\" As Iacchus grows more agitated, his lisp becomes more pronounced, and he hisses out each statement."
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n \"If you don't want to be here, you can leave, then. But I'm not abandoning them. Not while I have breath in my body.\" "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n\nAzathul brings his steady rhythm to a close as the wolves retreat, not flinching from the shower of needles; he has faith enough in his armor to protect him from such. Like Seven, he does not stray his gaze from the trees; a single moment of carelessness can ruin an entire day's forging even once the weapon was quenched. \"Tend to the wounds quickly,\" he rumbles, still not taking his eyes from the trees. \"We should not linger here.\" That should be evident to anyone, but from the sounds of quarrelling it was not so clear to his current companions."
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "Those of you with magical senses can clearly tell that the children have been poisoned. The concoction is a unique, and is spreading throughout their bodies at a rapid pace. Curiously, it does not seem to harm the horses, though they are wounded enough. All but the mount on which Seven rides has been hamstrung, though thankfully none of you were damaged when you fell from your mounts, your horses continue to scream in pain. They are clearly unable to walk; If you cannot heal their wounds magically, they are sure to die. The children, too, are already doing poorly. The youngest is drifting in and out of consciousness, clutched close to the breast of the girl. The two elder ones are ashy-faced, looking at you imploringly. You can see shadows, weaving through the trunks of the trees on either side of the path, watching you. Deeper in the forest, you can hear numerous wolf-calls, bone-chilling sounds filled with predatory hunger."
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nRhiannon's face goes pale and she gives a resigned little sigh. \"I'll be useless for a few moments after this,\" she says, a tremor in her voice. She bends over the children, starting with the youngest and praying over him. Once she finishes the prayer, she cries out in pain, her skin taking on a greyish cast. She repeats this for the other two children, looking more ill after each prayer before stumbling over to her horse and saying a prayer over it. She screams in agony as her prayer concludes, and her legs crumpled under her as the animal's wounds disappear. She drags herself across the ground to the other animal repeating the process, tears coming to her eyes from the pain she endures. After treating the second animal, she lies where she is, sobbing softly to herself.\n\n(OOC: 3 remove poisons and 2 cure whatever-level wounds)"
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\nWhile he didn't know exactly what she did, it was obvious that it helped them while hurting her. A selfless act if he had ever saw one, he walked over and knelt down beside her. He didn't know if it was okay to touch her, but he placed his arms around her, trying to console the crying agent.\n\n \"C'mon, girl. You did good... just hold on, and we'll get you out of there.\" Then, turning to the others, the fierceness back in his eyes and color returning to his face, \"Let's move, she's in bad shape.\" "
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n \"I'll be fine in a few moments,\" she says, gasping for breath between sobs. \"See to the children.\" "
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nKeeping her guard up and attention directed outwards, Seven only hears a prayer, followed by a cry of pain. She spins, expecting to find a threat that has come in from behind and under their guard. Only to find...flame-girl apparently in some sort of religious throes. She lets out a light hiss between her teeth and turns away from it, intent on keeping vigilance until they are ready to go.\n\nTo ease the tension that is building up from standing around ready to spring into action at a moment's notice, Seven begins pacing around the group. Her movements are not entirely unlike the wolves that threatened before, and she almost wishes something would spring out and fight face to face. All this howling and unseen enemy crap is grating.\n\n \"Put the children on Gingersnap. She'll keep them safe. And let's get moving.\" "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Silien \n\nA cry of startlement as the nettles were scattered among them and pierced the children...Upon finding herself, relatively, unharmed she blinked slowly only to watch as the humans bustled amongst themselves and the one elf went to help the sobbing cleric. Why had the divine magic harmed her? ...It usually didn't...and now a mystery was presented to her, and one that was at the moment more interesting then the one of the children.\n\nHowever to avoid the risk of sounding heartless she moved to the side so the injured apelings could be put up on the horse and said softly, eyes almost glittering in the gathering gloom. \" Whatever we do...we must do it swiftly before the giant returns and we have lost the children and the one whom we have arrived to meet. \""
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n\nAzathul turns with less speed than Seven at the scream, hammer still raised in readiness to strike, but turns away almost as soon as he sees what has happened. The human girl was weeping atop her horse for some reason, a pathetic lack of endurance and stoicism. This was no time to give in to pain or fatigue, no matter its cause. On the other hand, she was insisting they move on. Good metal in that one, he concedes grudgingly in his thoughts. For a human, at least.\n\nAzathul continues to stand and watch the woods with hammer at the ready, outwardly ready to stand there until the trees grow old and die but inwardly ready to leave as soon as the others were ready. The constant noise and shifting of the trees were beginning to grate on his bones; he would gladly have exchanged them for the unyielding dark of a cavern, or even daylight. \"The elf speaks sense. Let us move.\" "
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nAfter a half-minute or so, Rhiannon is able to get to her feet and hobble along with the others, leading her horse for now."
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "You begin to move, the children healed, at least for the moment, though at a terrible cost. The oppressive atmosphere of the woods closes in around you, seeming to want to impede you and slow your feet as you desperately seek to escape your pursuers. Your horses seem nervous, even with the pain gone, and they pull at their reins. You quickly break into a swift, ground-eating canter, the children barely managing to stay on the steeds as they pound across the broken forest trail. Even as you move, you can see silent, red-eyed shadows drifting through the forest, watching you. Every now and again a haunting hunting howl drifts across the forest, sometimes nearer, sometimes farther, first ahead and now behind, one side and then the other, giving you the claustrophobic feeling of entrapment. Ahead, however, perhaps half a mile, the trees begin to thin out just a little. Your hearts lift, as you realize you're approaching he edge of the forest.\n\nSuddenly from behind, a massive wolf, clearly the leader of the back bursts through the undergrowth and onto the trail. His fur is the color of deepest midnight, his eyes crimson with rage. He moves with an effortless stride, and well over a dozen of his pack mates follow after you, pursuing your swiftly fleeing steeds with snapping jaws and flashing fangs."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nIrritated that they have to run in the first place, Seven finds herself almost itching for a real fight. Which wolves aren't likely to give, but maybe that big one could offer some satisfaction. \"This isn't working. The horses will founder long before they give up. I say we fight them!\" With that, she stops and gets ready to skewer the first one that can't arrest its forward momentum enough to avoid her.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNot sure if Seven is supposed to be mounted or not. Failed on a fast dismount attempt (what a shock), so if she's mounted, she will have to take her move to dismount, and possibly need to make a ref save or something since she isn't commanding it to stop first. Readied attack for any wolf that gets close enough, assuming such a thing is possible.\n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n\nAs the wolves burst out behind them and give pursuit, Azathul, too, pulls his horse to a halt. The dwarf and his armor between them constitute a rather heavy load even for the sturdy beast he has been riding, and although the horse could keep up with the others at a trot, he knows the racing wolves will catch up to it. Better to meet them with hammer in hand than while fleeing. The dwarf dismounts and turns to face the wolves, hammer ready in both hands as he plants both feet solidly upon the ground.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI realized (after rolling) that Azathul probably has to draw his weapon again, so Azathul will dismount and draw his hammer, but probably doesn't have enough time to ready an attack. If for some reason he does, or if the wolves don't get into range until next turn, Azathul readies an attack against the first wolf to approach, ideally the largest. Power attack used for 3; any wolf struck must make a DC 16 Fort save or be sickened for 1 round.\n "
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus, however, does nothing. His allies seem to have things under control, and so the elven creature just... Stands there. For a brief moment, he passes into the wolf's field of vision, and his eyes lock with it. One cannot be sure, but it seems as if there's some communication... And Iacchus awaits a result.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUsing Inspire Fear after backing away from the wolf slowly.\n "
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nWhatever torment she suffered past for the moment, Rhiannon also turns to face the wolves, trusting Lou to watch over the children. Her sword comes readily to her hand as she prepares to attack.\n\n(Also a readied action to attack the wolves when in range)"
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\nHe nods back at the would-be martyr and looks back to the children, signaling for them to stay behind him. Luckily, thanks to Lou's steady and increasing paranoia he had not placed his weapon across his back, but instead kept it tightly secure within his palms. Another second later, he had spotted the pack-leader and sent two more arrows into the night sky.\n\n \"Kiddies? It's gonna be okay, you just stick with Pops. Dogs never scared anyone, right? These are just big dogs. All they're gonna do is nip at our heels, but we can handle that , right?\" "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Silien \n\n\" This creatures are beginning to make me very irate. \" Came the calm and un-frightened voice from the elven woman. Once more these mangy mongrels had decided upon a most unwise path. The calmness was very much a facade though to keep the fear in her gut from squirming too much.\n\nThe animals were acting too organized, efficient then others of their ilk and it was un-nerving to watch. Even if it merely was the druid directing their actions...or leading the charge. Eyes flared as she reached into a pouch on her hip, pulling out some ground micca. Holding it in one hand, she worked the over top of the component, muttering to it softly... \" Orbe de la Fuerza \"\n\nSuddenly the micca was replaced by a heavy translucent orb of slowly spiraling energy. A smile coming to her fey-like features she blew on the orb, sending it shooting out of her grasp at the head of the pack faster then even the arrows Lou had fired. \" Target the alpha, it may be the druid! \""
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "The wolves melt back under your barrage, slinking back to lick their wounds... it is clear that these creatures, however fierce, were not prepared for the severity of the damage you have inflicted upon them. You gallop out into the starlight. The welcome breeze blows accross your faces, a true delight after the stifling confines of the wood.\n\nHowever, something nags at you... it seems all to easy. And all of you know that the world is not a kind nor easy place... and your suspicions seem to be confirmed. Seven is the first to spot it, but eventuall all of you see. From what you can see from beyond the walls, the villagers seem to be gathered in the middle of the town square, an unusual thing, to be sure, in this place where doors and windows are typically barred after nightfall. And you can hear the echoes of a deep, powerful voice, speaking to the crowd, who seem to be responding to him with fervent outcries... You can't make out what he's saying from this distance, but whoever he is, he's certainly good at working a crowd."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nPulling Gingersnap to a halt before anyone gets too close, Seven glares at the town. \"I'll wager a day's pay that whatever he's saying, it's something negative about at least one person present here. This damn mission has been fubar since the beginning.\" Stupid kids. If it weren't for them, we could just go elsewhere. I didn't sign on for this kind of...huh. Seven looks to the oldest of the three kids. \"Is this the town you're from, or did they take you from someplace else?\" "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"We could always throw them the little guy. In my experience, mob's love to gang up on small people. Especially if they're different . He fits both categories. Just a suggestion.\" "
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus, surprisingly, laughs at this. Boisterously as well, not a sarcastic and hateful half-laugh common in response to such things. When he calms himself from it, he nods slowly.\n\n \"Oh, that was a good one. But seriouslies, don't tries it ifs you wants to keep alls your fingerses.\" He smirks and clasps his hands together behind his back, walking a few steps closer to the town confidently, pricking up his ears to try and hear what they're saying.\n\n \n Spoiler \nListen Check - (1d20+1)[ 16 ](17) \n\nIf that fails, he casts Invisibility and moves closer until he can hear them\n "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"It was joke, calm down.\" , he smiled casually, and turned his attention back to Seven.\n\n \"It has also been in my experience that unusual predicaments, such as these, are best to stay away from. The children can walk on they're own, and if they are from this town I say we let them travel the rest of the way alone. If they're not? Then they can come with us. Thoughts?\" "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n \"Forge not trouble for yourself,\" Azathul says; it has the sound of a proverb. The open sky is almost comforting to him, although he would have preferred the surrounding presence of stone or at least wooden walls. His relief is difficult to pick out, however; he sounds as dour as ever. \"One of us should see what the townsfolk listen to, first.\" It would be foolish to go into the night again for no reason.\n\nIt would also be foolish to simply walk in to the town, though, hence his suggestion that one of them go. His gaze rests mostly on the elf and the strange little man-thing with them; elves are known for trickery, and the little man-thing has an underhanded look about him."
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "It's not hard to hear the disturbance from the town - at least, it's not hard to hear enough to get the gist of what's going on. This doesn't sound like an angry mob... rather, it sounds more like the speech of an impassioned man to a wary but sympathetic audience. The speaker is obviously a skilled prolyseltizer, and the rythm of the crowd seems to indicate a growing enthusiasm. You still can't make out the exact words, however, muffled as they are by the wooden walls of the town and the intervening distance."
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n \"I'll go,\" the acolyte says after a moment. \"As a member of the Church, I'm less likely to be harmed. Anyone care to come with me?\" "
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n Or more likely to be harmed. Seven scowls. If there is one thing she will not do, it's allow a woman who hasn't proven herself a capable fighter to walk into a potential deathtrap. Especially against such horribly stacked odds. \"Come on, we have to deliver the kids anyway. I'm just a dumb girl guard, anyway. Not threatening.\" \n\nShe points to Iacchus. \"If you'd do us the favor of sneaking down there and checking it out in your way, I'd appreciate it. The rest of you...Silien come with us and you two stay with him,\" she jerks a thumb to indicate Rainard, \"and be ready to move if things go sour in there. Iacchus, report back to Azathul when you've got the gist of it.\" She smirks. \"Pretty please.\" "
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus nods, smiling kindly \"I was alreadys headings in anywayses.\" He bows slightly, before making few overly dramatic hand gestures and disappearing. He then silently makes his way towards the town. The last trace of him are a few strangely appearing footsteps in the mud before any trace of these fades in the harder ground.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCast Invisibility and wanders towards the speaker. I said I was going to do that anyway in my last post, so... Not sure why that didn't happen...\n "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\nNathan rolls his eyes, but he doubted anyone could actually see him in the darkness. Sarcastic body language and lack of light to see were a bad mix always. They just didn't combine well. Who knew?\n\nHe nodded to Seven as they turned towards the town, and his gazed traveled from the Dwarf to Rainard. Maybe he could get a little done while he's waiting for more of the night's excitement.\n\n \"So Rainard... Looks like we got time. You can fill us in on everything so far. We'll start our whirlwind wacky adventure tomorrow.\" "
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "What Iacchus sees when he approaches the village proper is an unusual scene, to say the least. What looks to be most of the population of the village is gathered in the flickering firelight, looking up at a raised platform that seems to have been hastily erected in the middle of the town. Many of the townsfolk are holding torches, and a massive bonfire burns in the middle of the assembly, before the stage.\n\nThe man standing atop the makeshift platform is a singular personage indeed. Tall and lean, with a weathered, grizzled look, he is nonetheless possessed of a certain rough attractiveness. His hair is shoulder length, black as raven's wings. His eyes are green and bright, and behind them a spark dances, a brilliant emerald flame that seems to pierce to the quick any whom his gaze falls upon. His features are handsome, though his face is shadowed by a rough, half-grown black beard. His face is lined and weathered, tanned and rough, evidence of long months or even years in the wild. But it is not his physical features that draw all eyes to him... it is an indefinable personal magnetism, that draws the eye like iron filings to a lodestone. When he speaks, his voice holds power, and the ear turns automatically to listen. At the moment, he speaks in a deep, rich bass, one that rolls like thunder out into the audience. a few faces are mistrustful, but most seem to have slipped into rapt attention, and a few bear looks of open adulation.\n\n Brothers! Sisters! You've heard what I've said tonight, and what's more you've seen the truth with your own eyes. Your children go missing in the dead of night. Nameless beasts stalk this very street at midnight, and none dare go abroad for the terror of their coming. And where is the Church in all of this? The priest cowers more than any man in the sanctity of his church, all the while growing fat on the tithes that the sweat of your brow and toil of your hands gifts to him. And in return for what? Your station does not improve. Year in and year out you toil under the promise of \"tommorrow\", the promise of a high station in the hereafter. But what proof do you have, other than the words of those who would exploit you as beasts of labor, then toss you away like so many discarded husks?\n\nNo, my brethren. This is not right. This is not your fate. The light only blinds you to the truth, and the flame does naught but burn. Turn away from these, and seek the embrace of that which will be your true salvation! What I offer you is a chance for safety, for a life where you can walk the night without fear, where the beasts of the darkness will no longer prey upon your children! Who will join me? \n\nAt this, most of the villagers cry out their assent. A few seem reluctant, but though their faces are troubled, they remain silent...\n\n\nMeanwhile, Rainard looks at the others with a wry smile.\n\n What I know, I'm afraid, is precious little. I was merely paid, to be a guidepost. The sage left me with certain instructions... he reaches inside his clothes, pulling a slip of parchment from a hidden fold inside. Luckily they never searched me properly. This is a map that leads to the Sage's current hiding place... He hasn't told me exactly what your mission is to be, only that it's a secret, and that he fears pursuit... you'll have to be extremely careful. From what I can tell, this map leads back into the Empire.... and my impression is that the Sage is rather insistent on avoiding any official involvement in his affairs. All I know is that he wants you to hunt down some sort of antique... probably something that other people would like to get their hands on, judging by all the secrecy. "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\nLou's eyes emphasized the lazy smile that spread across his face as he continued to switch from looking at the crowd and back to Rainard. Finally choosing one to put his full attention towards after a moment of deliberation, his gaze was fully on the frog of an old man.\n\n \"While I am indeed grateful for your answer, I would just like to point out that it seems like you know exactly what our mission is. We're to gather some relic...\" His face darkens, and he stands straight. The purple in his eyes seems to fade into red thanks to the flickering light of the torch. \"The likes of which the world has never known. A page ripped from the book of time, perhaps? Forgotten over the countless centuries only to now be discovered? And it is up to us, a rag-tag team of miscreants to make sure it doesn't fall into the mighty clutches of those who wish to do harm to our world!\" His eyes lit up for one last moment, before falling back into their dreamy stare. And, like all great story tellers, Lou bowed."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nMuch slower than Iacchus, Seven begins leading both Gingersnap and Windstorm with the children and Rhiannon riding them. She purposefully moves slow to give Iacchus time to get ahead of her, then picks up speed as they get closer. She isn't even bothering to try to listen carefully to what the man is saying. All she really cares about is whether or not she or Rhiannon is going to get attacked.\n\nHearing what sounds mostly like religious tripe, Seven dismisses all of it. Who cares what god they want to venerate? The gods are just remote figures that push mortals around like chess pieces, and she isn't having any of that for herself. It isn't as if she knows the difference between them anyway. The gods these people worship are different from the ones she learned about in her youth, and she doesn't even venerate them ."
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus, upon hearing the shouted words, nearly jumps. Clicking his heels, he heads back to the others, trying to stop the horse. The small imp is digging his heels into the mud in a futile attempt to halt this journey.\n\n \"No! No! Stops! Bad ideases! You don'ts want to go overs theres rights now!\" He continues to yell, sinking his feet into the mud as best he can. \"There'ses somes religious leaders ups there! If yous shows up with the childrens now, he wills accuses us of taking their childrens!\" He growls. He certainly does not seem to want to go over to the village, carrying out a rare act of benevolence.\n\n((Preferably, this intercedes the actions of Seven))"
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nSeven stops both horses, giving Iacchus an uplifted eyebrow. \"What? Because of that crap?\" She shut sher mouth, though. People do stupid things for religion. Her head turns just a bit, and she flicks her gaze to Rhiannon, then back to Iacchus. She makes an annoyed sound, but stops and gives Iacchus a thumbs-up. \"Thanks.\" Then she helps all three kids down from the horses.\n\nShe crouches down a little bit to be closer to their eye level. \"Things will be okay. Get yourselves home. It's not far from here, and we'll,\" she uses a hand to indicate herself and Rhainnon, but not Iacchus, \"watch until you get to total safety. I have a bow, so I can protect you from a long ways away, okay?\" Seven makes a show of pulling out her composite longbow made of some kind of golden wood and nocking a white-fletched arrow to it. \"No one is going to hurt you as long as I'm watching.\" She nods her head in the direction of the town, trying to say that they should get going. \"Good luck.\" "
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus frowns and, were he visible, would be easily noticed with his head tilted down and his fingers rubbing his forehead. With a heavy sigh, Iacchus just waits for Seven to finish her speech.\n\n \"A sensible courses of actions I'd sayses. Howevers, you forgets that these peopleses wills be howlings for blood. Keeps your distances, lets the childrens do the talkings.\" Iacchus advises. All the same, however, he then moves out the way. He's invisible, after all, and will survive any encounter that Seven and the others may inevitably cause."
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "The children, nodding, scurrying quickly for the protection of the walls. As they pass within, you can hear the crowd suddenly gasping. The powerful voice cries out once again, exultant. The tall man lifts his hands as he declaims once more.\n\n See! By the will of the Power that I serve, your children are returned to you, out of the darkness, alive. Not by the will of Light nor Flame were they returned, but by another power. Now will you listen? Now will you heed my words? \n\nThe crowd calls out in assent. It seems that even the few dissenters have now been convinced of the man's point. Any attempts by the children to correct the false perceptions of their elders go unheard.\n\nRainard merely gives Lou and odd look.\n\n Not so far as I know. The Sage merely likes to collect old things, antiquities, that sort of thing. "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n\nAzathul shifts slightly at Lou's odd pronouncement. Typical excitable human. Their lives were like strings cut too soon from the loom, snapping about wildly and unpredictably. He plants the head of his hammer on the ground and continues to look toward the village lights and noises, awaiting the others' return patiently; his stance seems to say that he can wait as long as he needs, as if the dwarf were a pillar of solid rock."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nSeven watches the children carefully. She couldn't care less about what happens when they arrive, so long as the townsfolk don't try to hurt them. As that condition seems to be met, she turns to regard Rhiannon. If it wasn't for her, we could- well, no, probably not. That git sounded like he would have liked to have a scapegoat, and probably anyone would do. \"Seems to me we should find lodgings elsewhere tonight.\" She stows her bow and climbs back up on Gingersnap, then nudges the horse to get back to where the others are.\n\n \"I don't much care for the tone they're using in the town. I think it'd be best to find someplace else to hole up for the night. We have a direction to go in?\" She directs this question to Lou and Azathul, who hopefully had gotten something useful out of Rainard."
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Silien \n\n\" Did you just refer to me as a miscreant? \" A finely trimmed eyebrow arched at the words her fellow elf had chosen...but her attention was much more focused on what was indeed happening below in the town. Some foolish mortal was seeking to sway and confuse the simple monkey people with honeyed words and a silver tongue...in fact he could be the reason as to why the druid and barbarian were kidnapping.\n\n\" This is foolish. I'll not remain hiding in the woods like some loathsome beast while that charlatan steals the praise that rightly belongs to us for returning the children. Not even considering the lies he speaks when he claims it shan't happen again. Neither of our foes were slain, it will most likely occur again, and soon while he continues his...rabble rousing against the rightful government. \" Was her final proclamation, the elfess muttering under her breath as she began to approach the town. Caution was a must considering the...hostile nature of most people towards their betters and inciting an angry mob was not her desired course of action.\n\nInstead once she was close enough to be in the shadows of the buildings Silien whispered a quiet word to activate a minor glamer. Something to take the point off her ears and...alter her elfin features to something decidedly more human but keeping everything else, for this to work the children would need to be able to recognize her without her appearing an outsider...\n\nWhen it was complete Silien stepped out to approach the outskirts of the gathering and raised her voice, hand on the pommel of her weapon, and raised her voice. \" Don't listen to the words of this sly deceiver! It was by no act of his the children were returned to the village, nor has he miraculously stopped the raids that stole them away in the first place. My...comrades and I went into the forest and liberated your young and were hounded by their captors a large barbarian man and an elf who was one with nature. He does nothing but attempt to profit from your misfortune or perhaps orchestrated it himself! I do not declare the Light and Flame as the better, but I do call him a liar and fraud! \" Ending her proclamation against the man by pointing directly at him, so as to leave no doubt to who she meant.\n\n \n Spoiler \n...I feel I shall regret this, but I shall attempt nonetheless. Casting disguise self, fly, and shield before approaching the ground. Anybody hostile looking starts to come close though and Silien will be very much flying into the air. Not straight back to the group, but at an angle close enough it won't be hard to veer to it once she's out of sight.\n "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"Basically, we're running errand boy for some eccentric antique shopper. Rainard knows were we find the bastard, but he's getting a little shaky with the details. I say we leave. N--- What is she doing?!\" He says desperately, flailing his arms a bit too dramatically.\n\n \"I mean, we just got everyone back! 'Sides, one quick shot and I could have dealt with that problem from here.\" Lou muttered with a nod to his bow, an arrow twirling within his hand."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nSeven nods with the explanation. It is irritating, but makes sense. Why her employer would have thought this was something she should be doing is beyond her, but then, she's not the person in charge. She's just the guardsman. She is about to get Gingersnap moving again when Silien takes off.\n\nSeven watches the elf impassively. She doesn't give a crap about this town. They aren't paying her to protect them, and what god they worship is so incredibly unimportant in every way. A good portion of her is ready to just ride off without Silien. If she wants to waste her time trying to get credit for rescuing these kids, then fine, she can. Seven knows when she's outclassed, and she clearly is by that man. Sure, she could probably beat the crap out of him, but in a war of words, she is pretty sure this fight is lost already. And she doesn't walk into losing fights if she can help it.\n\nOf course, someone else taking credit for her work is annoying. Irritating, even.\n\n \"Yes, that would be simpler, Lou. Is there anything stopping us from doing just that? What flavor of god is he hawking, anyway? All I heard is the propaganda.\" "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"I dunno. I had to stay here in listen to another old cook rant...\" his eye glancing over a Rainard quickly. That wasn't really the case, more of the opposite, but Seven didn't know that.\n\n \"But from my experience, people that drone on and on about religion either want you to do something, or want to take something from you. I don't like either to happen, if I can help it. Maybe we should go around, saying our name, the god we worship, and a skill we have that begins with the same letter as the god we worship! Won't that be fun?\" He was kidding, of course, but he hated just standing around. He needed something, and his own hearing his own voice eased him."
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "The tall man atop the stage draws himself up, his hands in the air as he stares balefully at Silien. His eye is sharp, and you have the uncomfortable feeling that he can see right through your disguise. He smiles grimly and gestures with a long wooden staff, declaiming in strident tones as he points the long blackwood staff.\n\n You dare accuse me of lying? Falsifier! Deciever! Impious witch! I can smell your magics from here! Good people, this woman wears a form that is not her own! She comes to deceive you, to cast doubt upon the true path that you should follow! Behold, as I call upon the Children of the Night to drive this pathetic charlatan from our midst! Begone, interloper! \n\nThe man speaks a few syllables, and out of the air comes a swarm of chittering bats. they bite at Silien's exposed flesh, even as the people pull back out of the way. It seems as if this should terrify them, but somehow they are enraptured, looking at the man upon the stage as if he were a divinity. The children cry out against this, but their voices are lost amidst the awed murmur of the crowd.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSilien takes (1d8)[ 4 ] points of damage from biting bats\n "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"Okay, well... If I need justifying before, looks like some kinda sign. Don't worry, I'm not gonna get religious, just wanna acknowledge it.\" He smiles, knocking an arrow. He didn't like the way that guy was so dramatic. That was his shtick.\n\nA quick moment later, and the arrow had been sent. He wasn't trying to kill the man, maybe hurt him a bit. Give Silien enough time to get out of there.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTo do non-lethal damage is -4 to attack, right? Well, that's what I'm doing. I'm just assuming that we can see over the walls, if not... then scratch this.\n "
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nShe pulls her bow again, nocking an arrow with a fluid motion. Her arrow flies just after Lou's. Maybe she didn't really owe Silien anything yet, and maybe she did, but attacking her like that sits so poorly with Seven that she doesn't even pause to consider the act. It is simply performed.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAlso assuming we can see what's going on from where we are. Rolls in dice thread. Distance unknown, so range modifiers not applied.\n "
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus just sighs slowly, frowning at this. \"For future references, I calleds its.\" And he dashes towards the stand of the proselytizing human. He growls to himself \"Oh, I will never get this taste out of my mouth...\" He frowns and then bites the man right in the tendons at the back of his leg, sinking his needle teeth in as deep as they'll go. Once this is done, he then pulls back to shred the skin, before repeating this motion as many times as he can, hoping and praying that he breaks the man's focus just enough to get the spell to fall apart.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIacchus bit the guy to disrupt his concentration. Not sure how you want to handle it. He's taking the guy off guard, though he only deals 1d3 damage and his Will Sapper effect. It's a tear-out-the-tendons case thing, really, though, so I don't truly know how to resolve it.\n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n\nAzathul watches impassively as the elf strides towards the pavilion and gives her declaration to the mob. What an elf does is no concern of his. The man on the stage is of greater interest to him. Humans are easily swayed with words, more often false than true, and with the mention of a power in the night... The dwarves know that the dark is not evil, but it hides many things that are, and any power a human found in the darkness was likely to be foul and dangerous, like the dark gods some of the savage north-tribes gave worship to.\n\nAt the attack, though, he reacts, lifting his hammer from the ground; the elf was not his friend, but neither was she a foe, and if battle was here he would favor her over the human. He lifts his hammer from the ground and stands between his companions as they unlimber their bows and fire; not in the way of their arrows, but just far enough in front that anyone coming towards them in retaliation would have to pass him."
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "(So sorry about the delayed response. Writing three 10-page (Non-double spaced) essays this week has been... draining on both time and creative energy)\n\nThe man atop the pedastal laughed as the arrows streaked towards him. He gestured, and a shield of shadows sprang up before him, one that disintegrated the ranged projectiles into clouds of black dust. He quickly ceased his mirthful outburst, however, when Iacchus slipped through the crowd and began masticating his leg. He cried out in pain and irritation, looking down at the bizzare sight. He began striking the strange creature atop the head with this blackwood staff, attempting to rid himself of the nuisance. Finally, a ringing blow drove Iacchus off of the stage and onto the ground.\n\n(Iacchus takes 7 points of damage from skull-smacking)\n\nA more serious eruption, however, was occuring at the south gate. From out of the darkness came the sound of pounding hooves, and a group of men, ten or more, sprung into the light. The one in the lead bore all the hallmarks of an inquisitor. Most of the rest of them looked like normal toughs hired by the Inquisition as bully-boys or \"enforcers of the Holy Flame's sacred mission.\" One man, however, was dressed in the garb of a Templar, a true behemoth of a man dressed all in shining plate, astride a barded warhorse that glittered even in the dim torchlight. Another, slim figure had the look of one of the more cloistered priestly orders about him. Lastly, a small, pale girl hung at the back of the party, surrounded by a knot of burly men who kept their hands on their blades, discouraging anyone from coming too close. The leader cried out, pointing at the man atop the stage.\n\n It's Caine! Damn your black heart, you treasonous dog. Men! Seize him! He has too long escaped rightful retribution. \n\nThe man atop the stage let forth a string of vile curses. With a crack of his staff on the wood of the stage, his body literally exploded into a cloud of ravens, each one rising into the sky. Several among the Inquisitor's party drew bows, but they could not pick out any targets among the scattering flock. The inquisitor cursed quietly, then looked around at the village's populous, who were looking mutinous, but frightened in the man's powerful prescense. He spoke, and his voice carried the weight of authority.\n\n Go back to your homes, people. You have been decieved by the wanted criminal who calls himself Brother Caine, a scoundrel and a heretic, as well as a practicioner of forbidden magics. I will begin my investigations forthwith, meanwhile, no one may leave the village. Men, spread out and form a perimeter. \n\nHe looked hard at Iacchus, pointing with one hand.\n\n You... creature. What are you? Let me see your nonhuman registration. "
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nThe acolyte remained frozen with indecision as 'Brother Caine' spoke. She only snapped out of it when the arrows flew and prepared to aid her new companions if she could. As the inquisitor arrived and started to disperse the crowd, she had moved forward, in case her testimony should be requested. She speaks up in defense of the impish creature. \"Holy one, I know not what manner of creature it is, but it has been in my company this evening, and has been helpful in thwarting the plans of the heretic. Pray, grant it clemency.\" "
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nSeven lifts an eyebrow at the unusual method of turning the arrows aside and is in the process of stowing her bow and nudging Gingersnap into motion when the inquisitor arrives. She stops her own motion, at first unwilling to get involved any further, but then nudges Gingersnap to follow behind Rhiannon. Somewhere in the back of her head, Seven has decided that her job includes protecting the girl. The 'why' surrounding that decision is a bit murky. It's not as if Seven sees any of herself in Rhiannon. And she certainly doesn't give a crap about this Flame stuff.\n\nFalling into the role of bodyguard, Seven rides behind Rhiannon and stops just behind her and to her side, scowling a little and hand on her sword. The scowl is unintentional, but present nonetheless."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n\nAs the inquisitors chase of the proselytizer, Azathul lowers his hammer, placing the head on the ground once more. As the others begin to ride into the village, he hesitates a moment before stowing it, and goes back to his horse, leading it after the others into the firelight."
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\n The elf noticed the symbols almost immediately, and reached back to grab the dwarf. Years of hiding among the humans he picked up a thing or to about which humans could catch a glimpse of his \"unique\" traits, and who shouldn't.\n\n \"Friend, I'm not about to tell you what to do, but a little advice? Someone of you're... stature should stay away for the moment. Allow the beast-woman and the priest handle this.\" "
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus, who is rubbing his thoroughly bruised head and cursing in sylvan, climbs to his feet. This is the last thing he needs... With a sigh he spits out pieces of cloth and skin and wipes the blood on his mouth from his lips. When the Inquisitor speaks to him, and even after an ally speaks in his defense, he frowns and sighs. \"Mights I suggests that we saves the formalities until this mans is captureds?\" The small fey then drops into a spellcasting stance once more and unleashes another quick spell. Once it is cast, he grumbles \"I saves some childrens lives, helps somes others people, and this is the thanks I get...\" He frowns\n\n \n Spoiler \nCasting Phantasmal Injury on Caine\n "
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "The man looks Rhiannon up and down slowly. His gaze is distinctly... uncomfortable. It is not precisely measuring, rather, it gives the impression that one's skin is being peeled back, allowing him to read every secret, ever sin, every dark thought and urge that one has ever had. And not only to read them, but to judge them as well. For a long moment, he does nothing but look each of the party up and down slowly. He takes Azanthul's papers and examines them, nodding. As he does, the young girl rides up next to him. Her features are beautiful in an ephemeral, doll-like way, and her face bears no trace of emotion whatsoever. Her hair is long and platinum blond, and her eyes a deep lavender hue. She gently reaches over, tugging on the Inquisitor's robe. He bends at the waist, and she whispers furtively in his ear. He nods, giving her a brief smile, an expression that seems strange on his hard, lined face, before turning once more towards the group. Even as he speaks, his men continue to encircle the town, making sure no one can leave, and the townspeople filter back to their homes with looks of confusion on their faces.\n\n Unfortunately, Caine is gone, Flame damn his eyes. That little trick is a favorite of his, and I still haven't found a way to... but this is not your bussiness in any case. That dog is a wanted criminal and a heretic. But that is for another time... you are a strange group. You, Elf, I still need to see your registration... and you... He looks hard at Iacchus\n Hmph. Fae if I'm not mistaken. No doubt you're not on the register, your kind never is. What I want to know is this: Why are you here, what have you been doing, and what do you know of Caine? "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Silien \n\nThe harsh looking bite and cut marks marring her skin only seemed to highlight the expression of irate anger that had come to her face. The elven woman glared at the retreating swarm of bats and let out a long slow breath, as she did the illusion flowed and rippled away to leave Silien in her unaltered elven state. As she reached for her own papers it wasn't hard to see her struggling to pull her emotions back under reign.\n\nBy the time she handed them over to the inquisitor, she seemed to have accomplished the task and her tone was hollow. \" I have all of the proper papers and was just assaulted by small furry mammals not unlike human children. So I would LOVE to hear more about this Cain, if such information is not to be hidden from us. \"\n\nOkay, so perhaps her emotions weren't so well hidden but it is hard to hide them when her illusions had just been pierced by...by a human of all people."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n\nAzathul grunts and looks back as the human puts a hand on his shoulder. \"I have dealt with the priesthood before,\" he says somewhat sourly, acknowledging the warning; his tone is more for the priests than for Lou. He continues forward, silently presenting his papers to the inquisitor.\n\n \"We know no more of him than we saw tonight,\" the dwarf adds after Sillien speaks, not volunteering anything else; there was a saying that went, \"Easier to open a dwarf's treasure-vault than his mouth.\""
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by WhiteKnight777 \n He looks hard at Iacchus\n Hmph. Fae if I'm not mistaken. No doubt you're not on the register, your kind never is. What I want to know is this: Why are you here, what have you been doing, and what do you know of Caine? \n \n\nIacchus, mid-cast, sighs and halts the spell, frowning and looking up at the Inquisitor speaks with what can only be called thinly veiled bile. \"No doubts you're nots goings to be friendly or personables. Your kind never ises. Since yous don't seems to cares for the licenses... I'm here becauses someones sent out a calls for helps that turneds out to be a traps by this Caine fellows you speaks of. I came, I enjoyed a bits of ciders, I helps free some childrens, I scare off some wolveses, and now you'll have to forgives me for gettings the distincts feelings that I am about to be once mores feelings the loving hand of the holy Inquisitions welled into a gauntleteds fist and wrappeds firmly arounds my throats and then it shalls equally lovingly chokeses the lifes out of myselfs and my freedomses.\" Defiant and forthright as ever, Iacchus is not humble before the Inquisitor, but is only so because of tried and true ability to understand just how far he can push someone before they snap, and so he nudges and nudges at the Inquisitor's tolerance, curious to see which will win; his desire to capture Caine or his pride."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nSeven just sits impassively under the scrutiny. She's been looked at in worse ways than that and not flinched. Although she's a little uncertain what her exact purpose is here, she does know that she doesn't have anything to add to the conversation. If she keeps her damn mouth shut, which isn't a difficult task by any stretch of the imagination, she'll probably be ignored. Sellswords aren't exactly known for their brains or wit, so questioning her about anything is likely to be dismissed as pointless.\n\nScowling just a bit, she spends her energy towards two things: keeping Gingersnap steady, and listening to what is spoken."
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "The Inquisitor's stare falls on Iacchus, boring into him with an intensity that would put a diamond-headed drill to shame. As he speaks, his voice is sharp, clipped, and precise.\n\n The reason your kind merit special attention is because all to often you are decievers, tricksters, and seducers of the first order. How many mothers weep over empty cradles because of your kin, how many brides and grooms mourn over cold and empty beds? But I am not here to judge your -no doubt many- iniquities, no matter how pleasurable or righteous the task might be. I have been informed that all of you are innocent of guilt, at least in this particular matter. Since it seems you recently came into conflict with Caine, and I believe that you know nothing further, I don't see any reason to... \n\nHis words are cut off as two of the Inquisitor's bully boys approach, stony-faced as they drag the eldest girl you rescued into the circle of light cast by the Inquisitor's torches. She seems to have dressed herself in a long, concealing cloak, but has not taken the time to clean herself. she is still streaked with grime and scratches from the flight through the wood and her captivity, and her eyes are once more fearful as she casts about, pleading mutely with you. One of the guards speaks, his voice as carefully neutral as his face.\n\n Caught her trying to leave town, yer' honor. Tried to slip through the gate while our backs were turned. \n\nThe Inquisitor turns his gaze to her, looking her over before asking\n\n Well, girl? Speak up. Have something to hide? What is it? Why do you feel the need to flee? Only the guilty need fear me. The Flame burns away only that which is impure. \n\nThe girl's eyes are downcast, she says nothing, though tears begin to course down her grimy cheeks. The inquisitor beckons, and tiny blond girl approaches once again. Dismounting, she approaches the girl, her face strangely serious for one so young. She pushes back the older girl's hood, who makes no move to resist, lightly touching her fingertips to her forehead. Her large, violet eyes close momentarily, and a brief shudder runs through her body. Her face looks momentarily dismayed before resuming its former serious countenance. She steps back, remounting her small horse before moving up beside the Inquisitor, once again whispering in his ear. For a moment, his face is impassive, then it contorts sharply, his eyes flashing, seeming almost aflame themselves in the torchlight. For a moment his is speechless, but eventually he manages to compose himself enough to speak, thought his tone betrays a barely controlled rage. He turns to the group, his eyes sweeping over each one of them. To your relief, however, it does not seem that his anger is directed at you, at least not at the moment.\n\n Tell me... you said you rescued this child.Tell me again who you rescued them from? "
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus frowns and crosses his arms swiftly \"And how manys of your kinds are also thieveses, liars, deceiverses, and worse? My... Peoples are capriciouses, yes, buts I don'ts seem to recalls it beings ones of my people callings on unholy powerses or worshipings demons. Whatever bads we haves caused, your kinds has done far worses.\" However, he sighs at this and runs his fingers through his hair, shaking his head and visibly calming himself. \"It is of no matters... Whethers you considers me goods or evils is of no bearings. Alls that matters is thats this Caine fellows is brought to justices. I ams Iacchus, and I, ands these fine peoples, founds the childrens trapped in vineses. Then, we were accosteds by two shadowy figures for reasonses that are beyonds me. Then the wolveses... It growses more hazy by the moments...\" And with that, Iacchus rubs his forehead into his palm, as if trying to abate some terrible headache. Truthfully, Iacchus is somewhat frustrated to even have to be around this man, but he knows his words should have some impact. This man is honourable and decent enough that he knows just how to balance his spiteful words with enough sugar-coating, flattery, indulgence, and cooperation to make sure the man has no cause to take any sort of dire interest in the small fey."
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"What did you do to her?\" Lou says, as he pushes past Iccachus. He saw the brute snatch the child as she was attempting to leave, and he had to play his role as the charismatic hero.\n\n \"Being a great meeting of the minds, and all, I figure you should at least answer some of our questions as well.\" He says, brushing the hair from his eyes. He had trained for many years to hid his elven features, but he doubted it would matter against this man. He seemed experienced. And in Lou's experience, well... that meant.... something."
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "The Inquisitor seems to ignore Iacchus entirely at this point, but he gives Lou a hard look of semi-controlled rage. He speaks from between clenched teeth as he leans down from his saddle.\n\n No harm has come to the child from me. My men caught her trying to escape clandestinely. But something has been done to her, and I need to know what. The affair with Caine is not your worry. I am sorry that he has caused you trouble, but the Church will deal with him. Now tell me what I need to know. "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"She wasn't escaping , you righteous piece of---\" , he caught himself, and blew out all the hot air inside of his mouth. Calming himself, he shot his gaze back up at the \"captain\" and smiled.\n\n \"How do you know she wasn't just trying to go home? We found her trapped with her brothers in a cave. She was scared, and she wanted to get away from the commotion. So why don't you let her, sir ?\" Lou snorts, giving a mock salute."
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "The Inquisitor looks at Lou as if he's a cretin for a moment before responding.\n\n Because she, like everyone else, lives inside the village laws. Therefore, since she was trying to exit the gate, directly against my orders. And besides... His face darkens for a moment, and his eyes flash. I already have a fairly good idea of what's wrong. What I want now is an explanation, which is why you are going to tell me who - or what- you rescued her from. I need to be sure. "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n\nA mouth, the dwarf feels, should be difficult to use as a shovel. And yet, the human was doing a fair job of digging himself deeper with every sentence. Finally, he speaks up. \"An elf-witch,\" he states sourly, \"and a human savage.\" He falls silent, having said as much as he is going to say on the matter; there is little more to relate, in his eyes."
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n \"Holy one, if I may,\" the acolyte says respectfully. She provides descriptions of the elf woman and the brutish man, and describes the condition of the children. She leaves out Rainard and their purpose for being there, but otherwise is forthright."
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\n\nHe wanted to torment the ass. He wanted to make his life difficult. He wanted to stand out and make him look like an idiot, but he was also the good guy. So he had to help the cause. This guy may be a righteous prick, but he seemed like he had priorities straight. At least for the moment. With a deep sigh, Lou continued.\n\n \"We found them in a ca--\" He was cut off by the Dwarf, and closed his mouth without finishing his sentence."
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "The Inquisitor's eyes narrow for a moment, and he nods, as if confirming some unpleasant truth he had suspected. Meanwhile, the girl continues to stare at her feet, mute.\n\n Tell me more of the captors. Of what kind were they? "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"They were big, mean and evil. The woman summoned wolves, and they seemed to scare the living hell out of the children. You need to be more specific with your questions if you want the right answers.\" "
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "The man sighed, rubbing his temples, muttering under his breath.\n\n What species, what races were they? Was the man really a man, the woman really a woman? I detect a... taint on all three that came from that place. It might have been the darkness in the forest itself.. but in this case, I think not. "
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nSeeing that the inquisitor is ignoring her for now, Rhiannon moves to stand by the girl, offering her what comfort she can provide."
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "And that was when Iacchus says the thing that the others probably wanted to keep from being said.\n\n \"Wells, if nones of the rest of you will say its... The childrens were hits by some sorts of explodings acorns or somethings. Skewered thems. Then the healer heres nearly killeds themselveses trying to saves them. Seems to have workeds.\" Iacchus says plainly. He adds, after a moment, \"Seemses to.\" And frowns at the child. A part of Iacchus is more than a little curious to see just what these infectious explosives have done to the children. After all, it was his first assumption to kill them, and it was only the healers intervention that silenced his suspicions. At least, it had."
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "The Inquisitor's eyes are hard as he speaks to Iacchus, and his voice carries a tone of mingled disgust and rage.\n\n That is not what I mean.. it is not a disease.. not in the normal sense, in any case... but it is an infection. The girl is carrying a child... but one that is dark. Twisted. Subhuman. \n\nAt these words, the girl throws herself into Rhiannon's arms, weeping uncontrollably, shaking like a leaf in a storm. The guards move to restrain her again, but the Inquisitor waves them off.\n\n That was the reason for my asking. "
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nRhiannon holds the girl tenderly, letting her cry; she murmurs nonsense syllables at her to help calm her down."
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"What are you gonna do to her.\" Lou says, his glare hardening. One large step is all it takes to get himself between the leader and Rhiannon and the girl."
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus, meanwhile, walks slowly away from the Inquisitor, moving passed Lou slowly, waiting until there is no-one else in the world who could hear him, and in a very careful, very condescending, and very whispered tone, he says \"I calleds it.\" He then snickers cruelly, and walks to the edge of the circle and watches the fun."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n \n Of course. Should have seen it. Was a little busy, though. \"It isn't her fault, and you won't twist it to make it so. The girl was a prisoner and forced against her will. That much was crystal clear.\" Seven scowls much deeper. \"She needs help, not questioning.\" Mindful of the power these Flame-types have, she bites off the 'you imperious ass' she wants to add onto the end. \"If you have to have answers from her, at least let a woman get them in a friendly sort of circumstance. Maybe she tried to flee because she's scared. I don't suppose a man would understand that, though.\" I will be damned twice over if I'm going to let you bully a girl who's been raped. "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n\nThe dwarf gives a hard grunt as if he'd been struck at the news; it could be surprise, contempt, disgust, or all of those things. His dark eyes glitter in the torchlight as they shift back and forth from the Inquisitor to the girl and back again, expression dour (as always) but otherwise unreadable."
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "The Inquisitor gives the group a hard look as the accusations and imprecations, both voiced and silent, fly his way.\n\n I do not intend to do anything to her. However, there is something I will do for her, and not just for her but for the world. My companion priest has a prayer for such occasions as this... it will terminate the illness swiftly and painlessly. No shame is attached, nor any blame save for the beast that inflicted this cancer upon her. "
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nStill holding the girl, Rhiannon looks up hopefully at the Inquisitor's speech. \"Please, holy one.\" "
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nHer scowl remains firmly in place. Arrogant sonofabitch. She well knows the amount of power such a figure wields, though, and her relative status compared to him. She is only a tool to someone like him, and one that can be discarded on a whim. Stewing in silence, she imagines how satisfying it would be to sweep the girl away from here so she can choose for herself, so she can heal in her own way, so she can come to a true understanding of what happened to her. But it is only a that - an imagined fantasy.\n\nSeven flexes open the hand that has become a fist, wishing she could use it to deliver a right hook straight into his face. Then she nudges her horse a little farther away from the scene. There is something to be said for knowing exactly where those thoughts are leading and having the brains to prevent the bloodbath that would result."
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"What's inside her?!\" Lou said, glancing over to the girl. He almost snickered, but kept his cool, knowing this was neither the time nor the place."
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "The Inquisitor was already swinging down from his saddle. Similarly, the young girl and the man in priestly robes also dismounted, moving up behind him. The girl reached up, gently touching the older girl's face. Her sobs subsided, and she clung tightly to the younger girl's tiny hand as she began to lead her to an empty house.\n\nThe Inquisitor glanced at Rhiannon and gave an approving nod, before addressing Lou.\n\n A maelific growth. A cancer. A child that will, if unleashed, be a terrible evil in the world. \n\nWith that, he turned, his broad cloak fluttering behind him as the three moved toward the abandoned house."
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nRhiannon will follow the inquisitor into the house, unless he forbids her from entering."
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"But the boys are fine? Is there now growth's in them as well? Or is it actually... like a twisted child?\" The Elf said, obviously perplexed by the whole situation. How could she get pregnant by being stabbed by needles. I mean, the idea of it kind of makes sense... but not really."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n \"Don't be daft, you-\" Seven snaps at Lou, but cuts herself off and makes sure the priests are all gone, or at least out of earshot before continuing through gritted teeth. \"The girl was raped, Lou. She's pregnant, and they don't approve of it, and they're going to abort it for her, whether she wants that or not. Because those bastards are in charge, and they can do whatever they damn well please. And they'd cheerfully put us to their damn fires for saying so.\" She mutters a few choice and dark words about the likely ancestry and sexual proclivities of the priest and his entourage."
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus, who has been watching this drama unfold as a Patrician watches a play, now takes out an apple from his pocket and tosses it up and down a few times before rubbing it on his sleeve and biting into it. Clearly a juicy piece of fruit, Iacchus licks his lips and gives all present a clear glance of his needle-like teeth. With his shimmering, pupiless eyes, this gives the effect of looking at some fish from the deepest parts of the sea. When Iacchus has finished chewing the morsel, he just shrugs without a care.\n\n \"Most likelies, she couldn't supports the childses anyways. Messy businesses, that. Messy.\" He sniggers a bit at this, but then looks over at Seven. \"Mights I asks... What solutions would you proposes, hm? Have the girls suffers this burdens to term? Hm? Ands thens, let her dies from its, or let looses some demons spawns? Feh. Nots worth the troubleses.\" The Fey says in a churlishly dismissive manner, dusting at air to indicate to let them do whatever they wish with the child. \"One bads apples spoilses the bunch.\" He says plainly, and with that, he takes another bite from the red fruit."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nSeven mutters something that sounds a lot like 'men' in a highly derogatory tone. But then she just shakes her head. Letting her anger get out of control wouldn't be beneficial here. Especially as it seems that she is supposed to be working with these people, not against them. They can't be any worse than some of the scum she's scraped off her boots before. Okay, they can be, but it's not bloody likely.\n\nShe makes the effort to dismount, as she knows this will take some time and Rhiannon is apparently going to help, or watch, or something. Then she walks her horse a little farther away so she won't be inclined to strangle Iacchus while they wait."
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\nSilently, Lou notes that children aren't his strong suit and follows Seven towards Gingersnap. Walking around it, he simply stares at the large beast of a horse before opening his mouth and then closing it again. While he wasn't a \"master\" babysitter, he liked to think himself a ladies man. This lady, in particular, did not seem to think highly of his own gender. However he hated silence, and it was the feminist or the demon-midget.\n\n \"So what's your story anyway? Looking for money?\" "
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n \"Yes.\" Seven nods, turning her head to regard Lou as she leads her horse a little ways away. \"I'm a mercenary. Before that, I was a soldier, and before that, I was a raider. I kill people and things for money. It's what I've always done.\" There was a time when she wouldn't have been so blunt about. A time when she still thought she was fighting for a cause of one kind or another. But that was a long time ago."
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"Hey, it's better than not knowing what your doing. It's better than playing a role you can't fit. If there is one thing I've learned in my life, it's this: The best thing a man can do is the right thing. The second best thing a man can do is the wrong thing. The worst thing a man can do is nothing...\" Heh, but I'm not trying to preach, it's just these religious types get me all wired up, ya'know?\" "
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nGiving a snort, Seven smirks. \"The best a woman can do is often not enough in the eyes of men. Especially the glare of the religious man.\" She shrugs, though. \"These flame people are nothing like the shaman in my clan. His job was more about teaching boys how to be men than anything else.\" "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\n His pale checks turn slightly red, as he realized the \"man\" saying may not have been the smartest of things to say, but it fades as quickly as it came.\n\n \"Where you from again?\" "
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nWith an uplifted eyebrow, Seven shakes her head a little. \"I don't believe I said. And I'm not sure it's any of your damn business.\" She chuckles, though, as if this is a joke. \"Someplace on the Empire borders. Clan Kronish. Small clan, cave dwelling nomads of a sort. Raiders against the Empire. Or really anyone that made the elders feel threatened or had food or something else they thought we needed. I don't know where it actually is, but I'd know the land if I saw it again. Didn't exactly leave of my own free will. Or while conscious, for that matter.\" "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"And here I pictured you growing up in some kinda castle, with servants for your every whim. I guess I can't judge people like I usta.\" Lou sneered. The sarcasm just rolled off the tongue, and it got him into a lot of trouble usually. Especially around women. Damn them and their female ways!"
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nThis brings a laugh out of Seven. \"Damn! I had you fooled and I went and blew it. Ah well, I'm sure you would have figured it out eventually.\" Still clearly amused, Seven stops and looks back, realizing that they'd wandered off from the rest. Lou seems decent enough, the kind of person she could accept working with for a while. If he's curious about her, well, she has no reason to hide anything.\n\n \"I was part of a raiding party that managed to get some Imperial notice. We were set up, fell into the trap, and those of us that survived it were thrown into the Army. I served my time and got out.\" She shrugs. \"Not many other sorts of jobs out there for someone like me.\" "
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus just sneers at Seven, but it is the kind of sneer that says 'Wow, not bright are you' and yet still conveys the same mocking laughter sure to accompany it. However, he wisely doesn't do much more than chuckle. For the fun of it, he begins to take pieces of straw and grass that he can find and starts to weave them together to make a crude stick-figure of a person. He then picks up a rock and smashes it against another until he gets a spark and lets the dry tinder burn away slowly. As it does, he sits nearby and warms his hands on it. It's a small flame, but it's heat all the same."
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"You're probably the type that doesn't like to get advice, but hell, I'm the type that'd give it anyway. Learn to play an instrument. Kinda evens the playing field in the job market.\" He smiled playfully, before looking back at the Imp.\n\n \"Whaddya think of the lil' fella?\" "
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n \"An instrument?\" This elicits a snort. \" I think most prospective employers would rather see me naked than listen to me sing. Neither is likely to happen.\" She shakes her head a little, clearly amused by the idea. At the question, she looks over at Iacchus briefly, before turning her attention to her horse again.\n\n \"He's irritating, snotty, and a pain in the ass. But I can live with that. Hell, that describes roughly a quarter of the Army and about thirty percent of the men I've worked with as a merc.\" She gives Lou a glance before asking back, \"You?\" "
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "The Inquisitor does not stop Rhiannon as she follows him into the house, though he bars anyone else from following. The cleric, a thin, mousy looking fellow in glasses, bustles about, a serious look on his face. He pulls a small vial from a leather satchel, mixing a few drops of greenish liquid into a cup of water, offering it to the girl with a nervous attempt at a comforting smile.\n\n \"This will help. \n\nThe girl appears to be beyond caring, and drinks it in a single gulp... after a moment, her eyes grow heavy, and she lays on a small mat in the corner, the lines of worry and pain on her face smoothing out as she drifts into unconciousness. The young cleric kneels over her, putting his hand on her stomach... for a moment, his face screws up, an expression of prayer so earnest and somehow powerfully simple that it's almost painful to watch. For a brief moment, his body is surrounded by a strong, pure light. Shadows flee before him, and it is enough to make the heart leap in the breasts of all who watch. The glow surrounds the girl and the young man for a brief moment, but fades all too soon. The shadows return, and somehow seem darker for the fleeting illumination. The young man suddenly looks drained, removing his spectacles and pinching the bridge of his nose as he looks at the Inquisitor with a tired nod.\n\n It is done, Holy Father. \n\nThe Inquisitor looks briefly to the young girl, who gives a barely perceptible nod, whispering low, almost too low to hear.\n\n It's gone now. \n\nThe Inquisitor sighs a little, straightening his clothing. He looks at Rhiannon, putting one hand on her shoulder.\n\n It had to be done, sister, both for the girl and for the world. "
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nWith absolute faith in the Inquisitor, Rhiannon watches the scene, ready to offer what comfort she can to the girl. \"Yes, holy one,\" she replies humbly as he speaks to her. \"May she return to her home now?\" she asks, looking to the girl to see if that's what she wishes as well."
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "The Inquisitor looks at the young woman lying on the cot, her troubles for a moment erased by the sweet oblivion of sleep. After a pause, he nods.\n\n She may as soon as she awakes. It will be some few hours. I was going to wait and escort her home.... but I should continue my search as soon as possible. Would you be willing, sister? "
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n \"If you wish it, Holy One, of course. My companions may not be pleased, but they can wait, I expect. And I do care about what happens to her.\" "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n\nAs Rhiannon follows the Inquisitor into the house and Lou and Seven drift off to talk, Azathul plants the head of his hammer in the ground, looking sourly off into the dark and ignoring the chatter of the others. Eventually, he rouses himself to walk, moving to the nearest torch. Just under it, he sits, crossing heavily armored legs, and begins peering at the hammer in the firelight, examining it. Cleaning it, first—he'd wiped most of the blood from the wolves off once they finished, but there had been no time for a proper cleaning. Now, there was. To leave his weapon—or any tool—uncared for would be a lapse in his duty. It was as simple as that.\n\nPulling a rag from his belt, the dwarf rubs off the dirt and grime remaining carefully, then begins to inspect the head of the hammer. He had not matched his hammer to the savage's blade, nor had he struck an armored foe, but it was best to be certain. Even bone could scratch and dent, and then he would need to borrow whatever passed for a forge in this village to repair the weapon. Hisis fingers and eyes find no new flaws on first inspection, but he checks it over thoroughly in any case. For the moment, the rest of the world might as well not exist; only the dwarf, his creation, and the torchlight."
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus frowns slowly and turns his head towards Seven. \"I can hears you, you know!\" He says with a grumble and then goes back to warming his hands by the fire."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nWith a grin, Seven looks over at Iacchus. \"Good.\" She nods her satisfaction with this. Always best when people know where they stand with each other. \"Let's clear the air all the way, then. I may be just a dumb sellsword, but I'm not stupid enough to think you won't try some 'fun practical jokes'. You pull any bulls--- on me, and I'll come back hard. You leave me out of it, and I'll keep the others from wringing your neck.\" "
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus just chuckles a little and he smiles, but it is not malicious. He stands slowly and walks over, looking up at her. She seems to have amused him in some way.\n\n \"And what makeses you think I needs your assistances?\" He tilts his head. This question, however, contains no spite. It is not made in an either-or manner, but rather seems to be asked purely for the point of amusement, as he already know what answer he plans to provide."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nSeven chuckles a little. The question isn't unexpected, and the little guy's attitude, of curiosity more than petulance, is refreshing. She grins broadly. \"Everyone has to sleep.\" "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n \"Ummm... I would just like to point out, that I don't need to sleep. I just choose to. But yeah, so what is our plan after this whole ordeal? Where's Rainard? Maybe we can get back where we left off.\" "
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "The Inquisitor gives a brief smile in response to Rhiannon's earnest words. He turns, and his companions move with him as they exit the hut.\n\n You're a good woman, Sister. Would that more of your order possessed your earnest spirit. I must be off. The chase beckons, and my foe will not rest, so neither must I. \n\nWith that, he and his group returned to their horses. With nary a parting word for the others, they leave town as quickly as they had entered, following their best guess of Caine's trail.\n\nMeanwhile, Rainard looks around at the others, running his fingers nervously through his hair.\n\n Well, now that that's mostly taken care of, I can send you on your way... When you're ready to leave, I'll give you directions to the place where the Sage is currently residing. I understand that he's keeping something of a low profile, so it'd be better if you didn't tell too many folks who you're working for. The Imperial authorities don't always take to kindly to the kinds of people who ask a lot of questions, and I KNOW the church doesn't... "
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus chuckles and grins, actually liking that response. \"Perhapses. But I doubts you could sneaks ups on me. Still, I like yours attitudes. Yous haves... Courage. It takeses a lots to stands ups to a mage. Hows did you knows I wouldn'ts just turns you to dusts? Fry yous to a crisps with lightnings? Or convinces yous that you are very specials plank of woods escaped froms a zoo?\" He asks. This brazen bravery and bravado actually seems to have gotten through to the aggressive little creature.\n\nOr, perhaps, he just wanted someone to talk to. Fey were always difficult to predict."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nThis makes Seven laugh. She nods to Rainard and answers him first, still grinning. \"Might as well stay here 'til morning. Horses would probably appreciate that.\" \n\nShe clucks to Gingersnap and starts walking, reins in hand, towards the inn. \"Living in fear isn't living at all. And everybody dies. When I go out, I'm going to do it being who I am.\" "
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus just smirks a little at this response. \"Clearly, yous don'ts know muchs abouts magics. More than ones persons has endeds their lifes as a very confuseds newts beings crushed unders someone'ses boot-heel.\" He teases, but follows anyway. There is some accord here; another free spirit who is brazen and outspoken.\n\nThe sight of an inn makes Iacchus cautious. Like a predator looking at a watering hole and knowing the possibility of bigger predators waiting nearby, he looks it up and down with suspicion and only enters once he has seen one of the others do so, moving swiftly in their shadow."
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nThe acolyte sits beside the girl watching over her until she wakes."
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "After a few hours sleep, the girl awakes, groggy at first. She looks up at Rhiannon, saying nothing... and then she begins to weep, her tears falling like rain, shoulders heaving gently as she sobs, laying her head in the acolyte's lap.\n\nOutside, a grim, gray dawn begins to light the world. The village looks little better by daylight than it did last evening. Mud covers everything. The villagers begin to awake, seemingly dazed and confused by last night, but also appearing to shrug it off as a momentary madness, or some strange spell. The flare of dark hope of last night does not change the grim reality of another day. And so they leave the safety of the walls to tend their crops and cattle, and life moves on."
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nRhiannon holds the girl through the rest of the night, letting her cry, and offering what words of comfort she can-- even gently singing lullabies to the girl from time to time. When the dawn sends light through the windows, she says to the girl, \"We should get you home. I expect your parents are worried about you.\" "
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nReady to go well before dawn, Seven stands from the task of giving Gingersnap a thorough brushing to watch the sun rise. It's a sight she's seen many times, but it never fails to inspire. Just something about knowing that the world goes on, no matter what she's suffered through during the night. It puts things in perspective, makes the pain a little less, pushes her to live and breathe and suck the marrow out of life. To see the sun come up one more time.\n\nShe taps the horse's legs, one a time, to scrape the hooves clean, offering an apology with the first for not doing it properly the night before. It's not like it's never happened before, and it will certainly happen again, but an apology is only fair. Once she's done taking care of the horse, she puts all the tack back on carefully and checks the straps and buckles three times before leading the mare out to wait for everyone else. The first time she saw someone fall for lack of checking their horse's tack was the last time she ever forgot to do it herself."
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus, however, sleeps rather restfully. After munching on what food he can drag up and getting some good drinks in him, he heads off for a good night's rest and awakens the next morning, meditates to cleans and refresh his mind for arcane spells to be drawn anew, and then goes to get ready for the day.\n\nWith his hair messed, Iacchus doesn't look anywhere near as annoying as he normally is. He does, however, slick it back to normal and dresses himself in his overly flourished attire. He is, however, different to the others in that he has no guilts or sadnesses. To him, the world is pretty and he's content for the moment. He lingers not on sad thoughts of the past, does not let the distant memories buried in his mind haunt him, and he sits comfortably on a log, testing his boots before trying to think of where to go next.\n\n \"So, where ares yous off to?\" He asked Seven as he kicked some caked-on mud off of his boots. His attitude towards her has already changed, swiftly, from one of sheer dismissive disdain to something akin to an acquaintanceship, which just speaks to the mercurial attitudes of the fey right away."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n \"Off to earn our pay. We follow Rainard's directions to find this sage person. Likely get attacked on the way. Probable the guy has been abducted in advance of us. Possible he's dead already. Still going to make the effort. If I just didn't do something because I thought it was doomed to fail, I'd hardly ever do anything. Certainly wouldn't have gone into my line of work, that's for sure.\" \n\nSeven rubs Gingernap's nose gently, reins firmly in her other hand. The horse is smart, sure, but still just a horse. \"You coming along? Got something more interesting to do than watch a bunch of silly mortals ride off to their almost certain doom?\" "
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus scratches his chin, mulling these thoughts over. Well, if it gets bad, he can always just run away. He's used to roughing it, and he can always get another drink at any time from any inn he sees... Maybe he'll meet a nice farmer's daughter, show her a good time... And those heroic types always kept finding gold... Yeah...\n\n \"No, nots reallys. Thinks you coulds uses some arcane helps?\" He smirks, walking over and examining the horse. He didn't have one of his own, which would be a problem. He didn't really care for walking when he had to keep pace with someone."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n \"Well, if last night's escapade is any indication, I'd say it sure couldn't hurt.\" Seven grins. \"We just have to wait for all the sleepyheads before we can go. Maybe we should go bang on some doors to wake them up. Day's a wastin' away. Unless you have a better idea to get them moving.\" "
},
{
"author": "WhiteKnight777",
"message": "The girl nods, standing, and puts her arm around Rhiannon. Still crying, she begins to lead the older woman towards her home. Once there, she slips inside. Her parents sit at the table, and wordlessly they embrace their daughter. The Father's face is a mix of impotent rage and mute horror as he clutches his child tight to him. The mother rises, gently taking Rhiannon's hand and giving it a squeeze before hugging her.\n\n\"Thank you, sister.\"\n\nAs this is happening, the day is still dawning. The grey light of pre-dawn turns to the grey of an overcast sky, and the peasants move about their chores, looking at you will dull, incurious eyes."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n\nAs the sun rises behind grey clouds, Azathul emerges from the inn already clad in his armor, dark eyes blinking as they adjust. In the pale light, the dwarf looks somehow more human (so to speak) than he had yesterday in the dark or in the torchlight. Yesterday, his armor had glittered in the firelight, evoking talkes of legendary dwarven hoards under the mountains; today, it is merely a suit of armor. Masterfully crafted, to one who has an eye for such things, but a plain suit of armor nonetheless.\n\nThe dwarf makes his way to the stable as well, giving a grunt to Seven and the others in greeting as he makes his way to the horse he used last night. Or rather, to the saddle, bridle and tack hung by the stall door. He carefully takes each one down and looks them over, to make sure that no part of last night's ride had damaged them; from the look of it, he has little experience with such things, but he has a keen eye for flaws, and mutters in his own tongue each time he finds something that might be one."
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n \"You're welcome,\" the acolyte replies to the mother, ducking her head slightly in a gesture of respect. \"If I can be of assistance in the future, I would be honored to do so. I'm afraid for now, I must rejoin my companions. They probably are wondering where I have gotten to, what with watching over your daughter this past night.\" She ducks her head once more before leaving the family and returning to the inn. The dark circles under her eyes are a bit more pronounced, but she shows no other outward signs of her lack of sleep. \"What did this Rainard have to say?\" she inquires, upon catching sight of her new comrades."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n\nAzathul pauses his examinations as Rhiannon returns. \"He said little enough,\" Azathul replies, more talkative than usual this morning, \"save that this sage wishes us to find something, and that he wants it kept a close secret. Rainard has a map to lead us to this sage's hiding place.\" The dwarf peers at Rhiannon out from under busy brows for a few moments more, as if thinking of saying—or asking—something more, but he doesn't."
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus chuckles at Seven's suggestion. \"Well, I haves my wayses...\" And, with a turn of his head, he glances in the direction of Lou's room, proceeds as close as he needs to, and waits...\n\n \n Spoiler \nUsing Inspire Fear (DC 20 save or Lou wakes up screaming)\n "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\n Known to sleep in by those who knew him best, Lou wouldn't allow a small detail like a \"child realizing her entire innocence had been stolen\" keep him from getting his beauty sleep. After all, he couldn't be the dashing hero if he wasn't dashing. And normally, Lou didn't have dreams, he just kinda lulled to sleep, and if he did have them, he didn't remember them. Mostly because he didn't care, but last night? Last night was different. He had been alone in that damned forest, and the trees began to speak gibberish. \"Dynamic consumption of our scripture creates illusions of phantasmagoria, emitting the morbid stench of lives lived in futility, for without a purpose that is our purpose, meaning has ceased.\" He reiterated every word to be precise. Yes, that simple phrase had been etched into his skull... Almost to the point that he would have shoved stakes into his own ears to get the dreaded voices out. And then he woke up... screaming. And almost naked.\n\n \"NO! I WILL NOT JOIN YOUR STUPID CULT!\" He yelled to the invisible assailant."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nNodding to the others as they arrive, Seven watches Iacchus trip off merrily and wonders if maybe that wasn't the wisest thing to have said to him. Then she shrugs and chuckles. As long as no one dies or gets actually hurt as a result of his 'pranks' (or whatever he wants to call them), it's all fair so far as she can see. She can always wring his little neck if he gets out of control, anyway.\n\n \"Morning. I'm ready when everyone else is.\" She looks both Rhiannon and Azathul over as they wait for the others. This may not be her command, but that doesn't mean she suddenly stops acting like a squad leader. Azathul looks fine, and she approves of his gear inspection wholeheartedly. Rhiannon seems okay, generally speaking, but it's worth asking after when someone has that look. \"You sleep alright?\" "
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nThe acolyte shrugs. \"I didn't sleep at all. I was watching over the girl all night. Don't worry, it won't slow me down. Isn't the first sleepless night I've had. Won't be the last.\" "
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n\nSeven nods at Rhiannon. \"If you say you're okay, then you're okay. Maybe it'd be best if someone rides with you just be on on the safe side, though. I find that the pace of a horse can be almost hypnotic if you let it. Zone right out when you least expect it. Lucky us, we've got two people who don't have their own horses. I'll take Iacchus. You can take Lou.\" \n \n Spoiler \nI'm assuming that anyone who hasn't posted lately has dropped, so it's just the five of us, yes?\n "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\n Undoubtedly, Lou had made it to the gathering just in time to here Seven's comment. Sarcastically, he throws his fist down, and looks hurt, but he's only kidding.\n\n \"I really thought we had something...Ah, well.\" \n\n His eyes seem a little droopy, as if he didn't sleep at all last night. He wasn't like Rihannon in the sense that it probably would effect him, but he wouldn't bring that up unless asked. He didn't like negative attention."
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus just smiles and walks proudly back towards Seven. He then looks at Lou one more time. \"Evil cultses? You havves weirds dreamses...\" He then hops up onto the horse, with assistance from Seven, and gives Lou another glance. \"Boo!\" \n \n Spoiler \nAnother use. Sorry, but it's addictive. 😛\n "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\n Iacchus' face grows large and grotesque, as the word \"boo\" seems to continue to be at least twenty syllables long. With each passing second, his face becomes more and more intense, literally covering the horizon and gnashing at the elf. On instinct, he trips backwards, rolls, draws his bow and sends and arrow directly through the things face. Luckily for Iacchus, because of the distorted view, the arrow just skimmed the top of his head. Not enough to injury him, but enough to sting. A lot."
},
{
"author": "dauphinous",
"message": " Seven \n \"Oy, cut it out, Iacchus.\" Seven steps between the fey and the elf, facing Iacchus. \"Save the juice for an enemy. You want to have your fun, keep it non-magical.\" She smirks then. \"I'll bet you can't. It's probably so easy to just use magic to do it that you can't even think of anything you can do without it.\" The taunt is delivered light-heartedly. She doesn't really want to irritate him, just keep a kind of peace. If he intends to travel with them, there will have to be some lines drawn. If they are going to work as a team, there has to be some trust, at least. The kind of trust that means no one shoots each other in the back. But she doesn't expect him to stick to it without some emotional blackmail, and she sure isn't above giving a shot at delivering it.\n\nShe turns around then and offers Lou a hand up. \"You okay?\" "
},
{
"author": "Hoorex",
"message": " Lou \n\nHe groaned slightly as he grasped Seven's hand. It had been a long while since he had to deal with someone who didn't like him and had the balls to do something about it. Figuratively, of course. He had met many women, as well. Though, not wanting to be further embarrassed, he smiled weakly and yawned.\n\n \"Just a little fun, no harm done. We weren't hurting anybody...\" He said, trying to play it off like he was just playing along."
},
{
"author": "Axelgear",
"message": "Iacchus, who, in the meantime, has a look on his face somewhere between mild shock and a sheer hope his scalp is still in place, tries to close his half-open jaw as he reaches up and brushes the few strayed hairs back in place.\n\n \"For nows... I thinks I shalls lets thises go...\" He said, still a bit amazed at the near-miss. Jaebrin had outstanding luck, but even for him that was a little close. However, before long, his usual demeanor has returned and he is already plotting how to get a spider into someone's bed or to have them eat something disgusting. She was right; he'd grown a bit too accustomed to toying with drunks and magical fear. He had to get back to the real thing..."
},
{
"author": "DarkLadyOfTheSith",
"message": " Rhiannon \n\nClimbing aboard her horse, the acolyte leaves room for Lou to climb on as well, although her expression seems to indicate she can't decide if she got the better end of the deal or not. \"Where are we headed?\" "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Azathul \n\nAzathul watches Lou and Iacchus warily from underneath his helm, brows beetling in disapproval until Seven steps in and solves the problem. Or seems to; the dwarf resolves not to let further trouble on that front surprise him. \"For that,\" he answers Rhiannon, \"you would need to ask Rainard. Who is still abed, unless he has awaken since I came out.\" As everyone else is mounting, he turns for the door himself and heads inside to find Rainard."
}
] |
[
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " All Quiet on the PM Front \n \n\nAnyone reading this who would like to be considered as a replacement if the occasion for one arises should let me know that.\n\nWe're playing on the Youngstown variant map with my custom Blind Rules variant. They are:\n\n * Players will not receive an omniscient version of the map; only one master map will exist, and I will have exclusive access to it.\n * Orders will not be posted on the thread.\n * Instead, resolution of each player's orders will be sent to him or to her, along with only those orders which conflict with his or her own orders. For example, if Italy orders A Ven-Tri and Austria orders A Tri Holds, Italy would be aware of Austria's hold and Austria would be aware of Italy's attempted attack. (If people can't or don't want to keep their own maps, I could handle making individual maps for everyone and distributing them each season, although I would prefer that not be the case)\n * Each player also gets a spy, the better to be aware of general goings-on in the world.\n * Before the end of each Spring turn, each player can choose one other power on which to spy for the year. So if France wants to spy on Germany, he can choose to commit his spy to spying in Germany for the year of 1901. This means that with each order resolution in 1901, France also gets a copy of all German moves for the past season.\n * Note that this does not mean that you get the orders for the power on which you are spying before they are processed. What it does do is tell you where all the power's units were and what they were doing, which is a very valuable tool.\n * Players are encouraged to maintain active presses, since information on other powers will be scarce, although we all know that nothing said in a press release can be trusted absolutely.\n\nWe'll play one season a week. Spring 1901 orders (including spy deployment) will be due Wednesday, September 12. Summer 1901 retreats will be due Thursday, September 13th, Fall 1901 orders due Wednesday, September 19th, Winter retreats due Thursday, September 20th, and Winter 1901 builds due Friday, September 21st. And so on, and so on, and so on.\n\nSo, the schedule will generally be:\n\nWednesday - Move orders\nThursday - Retreat orders\nFriday - Build orders\n\nAll orders will be due in by 10 PM EST (which is, in fact, GMT-5) on the appropriate days.\n\nIndia - GrandDukeJerot\nItaly - Ceridan\nFrance - Lucid_Archon\nEngland - Maldiem\nJapan - J_Muller\nTurkey - Viggo\nGermany - Solgursky\nChina - Mdsoze\nAustria - Lomil\nRussia - Charity\n\n-You have to let me know if you want to receive copies of the map as you know it each turn. I strongly recommend, for your sake (it's easier to run contingencies if you have the software to play with) and mine, that you download either jDip or Realpolitik . However, if you really want me to, I will send you maps every week.\n-For now I would like to be CCed on PM negotiations. I may change my mind when the game I'm playing in starts up, but at least until then, I'd like to hear what you guys are saying to each other."
},
{
"author": "GrandDukeJerot",
"message": "I'm in. The schedule sounds reasonable, but i am going to need to figure out how to change PST into EST."
},
{
"author": "Ceridan",
"message": "I am ready to buy, bribe, plead, steal, threaten, and kill to secure the prosperity of my nation.😁"
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by GrandDukeJerot \n I'm in. The schedule sounds reasonable, but i am going to need to figure out how to change PST into EST. \n \n\nPacific time is three hours behind me. In general, for the information of all, you can figure out the time zone differences by playing with the time zone setting under options on your forum account. My recommendation is that you figure out the time difference, then adjust all the deadlines to your appropriate local times and remember them that way.\n\nAnd I checked, EST is indeed GMT-5, so if you know what your time zone is relative to GMT, this whole time conversion thing should be easy."
},
{
"author": "Lucid_Archon",
"message": "I am prepared to take my rightful seat as the head of a country. 😁"
},
{
"author": "Maldiem",
"message": "Yes, I'm planning on actually playing. When do we find out what country we are?"
},
{
"author": "GrandDukeJerot",
"message": "Okay. So, to clarify, your 10 PM deadline is a 1 AM deadline for me? Or 7 PM? I don't want to get in a few minuites late without knowing. But I'm not too worried. I do tend to be pretty quick with orders in this game."
},
{
"author": "J_Muller",
"message": "I'm still in and ready to go."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "I'm in. Just as long as I'm not russia this time."
},
{
"author": "solgursky",
"message": "I'm in, and looking forward to it.\nCan't wait to find out what country I get! 😛"
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by GrandDukeJerot \n Okay. So, to clarify, your 10 PM deadline is a 1 AM deadline for me? Or 7 PM? I don't want to get in a few minuites late without knowing. But I'm not too worried. I do tend to be pretty quick with orders in this game. \n \n\nIf your time zone is three hours behind mine, it will be 7pm for you when it is 10pm for me."
},
{
"author": "GrandDukeJerot",
"message": "Okay. Sorry about the confusion. I'm not always too good with time. Just to let you know, I will be gone thursday on a camping trip. It will be just from thursday morning to friday morning, so i'll be here up until tomorrow posting, and I will be back up early friday. Just mentioning this so you're not surprised when I don't put in an immediate response."
},
{
"author": "mdsoze",
"message": "I'm in, and I propose alliances with everyone! Your friendly carebear is here."
},
{
"author": "Lomil",
"message": "I'm in on this.😎"
},
{
"author": "J_Muller",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by viggo \n I'm in. Just as long as I'm not russia this time. \n \n\nAs much as it didn't really turn out well for me last time, I actually wouldn't mind being France again.\n\nUPDATE: For anyone who's interested in more Diplomacy, I'm starting up a game. It can be found here ."
},
{
"author": "GrandDukeJerot",
"message": "Normally, I would love to take on another diplomacy game, but with this game of diplomacy, my homemade diplomacy rip off i'm running, and the dragonlance campaign that i'm afriad I might have to drop out of, I am going to decline.\n\nEdit: Actually, I decided to drop the Dragonlance so I could get into the second Diplomacy game. I just think that they're rarer, and I would benefit from playing more of it."
},
{
"author": "asqwasqw",
"message": "Ehh, sounds good!I'm in. Can you make me a copy of the map without the other characters?"
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Alright, all 10 players have confirmed interest. Below is a map - the ONLY omniscient map I will ever post on this thread:\n\n \n\nHere are your random country assignments:\n\nIndia - GrandDukeJerot\nItaly - Ceridan\nFrance - Lucid_Archon\nEngland - Maldiem\nJapan - J_Muller\nTurkey - Viggo\nGermany - Solgursky\nChina - Mdsoze\nAustria - Lomil\nRussia - Asqwasqw\n\nI'll edit the original post to reflect all this, but I want to make a new one as well so that everyone will get the subscribed thread notification. Everyone is subscribed to this thread, right?\n\nA few notes before we begin:\n\n-You have to let me know if you want to receive copies of the map as you know it each turn. I strongly recommend, for your sake (it's easier to run contingencies if you have the software to play with) and mine, that you download either jDip or Realpolitik . However, if you really want me to, I will send you maps every week.\n-For now I would like to be CCed on PM negotiations. I may change my mind when the game I'm playing in starts up, but at least until then, I'd like to hear what you guys are saying to each other.\n-When I edit the original post in a few minutes, I'll make sure to copy in the blind variant rules for your reference.\n\nLet's have a good, clean fight!"
},
{
"author": "solgursky",
"message": "The new German Chancellor, Solomon Gurksy, is announced amid raucous applause and fanfare.\n\"German diplomats welcome foreign ambassadors with open arms. We seek a peaceful resolution to any future disputes.\"\n\n(I got the jdip program. Still not 100% on the 'blind' rules, but I'm sure I'll figure it out. Are enemy unites in adjacent territories known, or only when we come into conflict?)"
},
{
"author": "asqwasqw",
"message": "Can you send me the maps please? Oh, and does anybody want to switch with me (if that is allowed)? I don't really have the time to handle such a large country. Are orders due this wednesday?"
},
{
"author": "J_Muller",
"message": " The Tokyo Dispatch \nEmperor Jonogawa issued a release today stating that he would like to welcome any and all foreign diplomats and that Japan seeks only the maintenance of peace by reasonable dialogue with its neighbors.\n\nIn completely unrelated news, the Imperial Navy was recently put on full mobilization status, with all ships fully stocked with ammunition and fuel and ready to sail."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by solgursky \n The new German Chancellor, Solomon Gurksy, is announced amid raucous applause and fanfare.\n\"German diplomats welcome foreign ambassadors with open arms. We seek a peaceful resolution to any future disputes.\"\n\n(I got the jdip program. Still not 100% on the 'blind' rules, but I'm sure I'll figure it out. Are enemy unites in adjacent territories known, or only when we come into conflict?) \n \n\nThe locations of enemy units are only known when they affect you. For example, if you have an army in Norway and I have an army in Sweden, but both units are issued hold orders, neither army knows about the other. However, if A Nwy is ordered to Swe, and Swe Holds, A Nwy knows there was an army holding in Sweden and A Swe knows that it was attacked by A Nwy."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by asqwasqw \n Can you send me the maps please? Oh, and does anybody want to switch with me (if that is allowed)? I don't really have the time to handle such a large country. Are orders due this wednesday? \n \n\nHandling any sized country takes roughly the same amount of time; are you sure you can make the commitment? If you don't think you can, I'd rather have you say so now and enjoy watching the game while we still have time to get a replacement than to drop out several seasons in."
},
{
"author": "J_Muller",
"message": "I'd like to be sent the maps each turn as well."
},
{
"author": "GrandDukeJerot",
"message": " The Bombay Report \n\nThe Maharaja of Cochin has mobilized his forces, with full support of his people. In a public statement sent out to all foreign diplomats has been relayed here.\n\n\"I am sad for the deterioration of the state of Asia. No longer does it consist of powerful, native empires that were content to mind their own buisness, and tend to their own lands. In recent years, the west has realized the potential of our land, and plunders it ruthlessly. Now, it is time for the Indian empire to take a leaf out of the book of our freinds, the West, and grow our empire with expansion.\"\n\n(I would like the maps as well. I have both programs, but I find them slightly unweildy.)"
},
{
"author": "mdsoze",
"message": "I'd like to be sent maps as well. Thanks."
},
{
"author": "Lucid_Archon",
"message": " The Paris Alert \n\nDisturbingly, the Maharaja of Cochin, India's leader, has sent overt threats to our peaceful land of France, promising bloodshed and terror. We as a people will not bow to such a blood thirsty tyrant. We fear that there will be no peace with India, and pray for swift end to this conflict.\n\nFrom the desk of President Émile Loubet."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "Sultan Murat Akhun of the great Turkish Empire opens his doors to all that wish peace and prosperity for everyone. Bring not threats to his door, for he will respond in kind. Bring gifts to his door, for he will respond in kind. Bring not betrayal to his door, for he will respond in kind."
},
{
"author": "Lomil",
"message": "The Emperor (Arch-Duke?) of Austria-Hungary would like it to be known in the world community that Austria-Hungary wishes to remain a peaceful & cooperative empire, but will singlemindedly seek the complete destruction of any that betray her.\n\n(and I'd like the maps, please)"
},
{
"author": "asqwasqw",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Moody the Wise \n Handling any sized country takes roughly the same amount of time; are you sure you can make the commitment? If you don't think you can, I'd rather have you say so now and enjoy watching the game while we still have time to get a replacement than to drop out several seasons in. \n \n\nSigh, I would so love to play, but I am DMing one game, playing another, and I am not sure I have time/energy for diplomacy (curse you school).\n\nSince others have expressed interest, ask if any one of them wants to take over...\n\nSigning out: asqwasqw\n(If you play this varient again during the summer, PM me dang it! 😛 )"
},
{
"author": "J_Muller",
"message": "((That was rather quick.\n\nCharity's expressed interest in being a second. Perhaps he could come in to take on the task of ruling Russia?))"
},
{
"author": "Charity",
"message": "I would love to take asqwasqw's spot.\n\nTzar Zargabore is waiting in the wings for his call to arms."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Charity \n I would love to take asqwasqw's spot.\n\nTzar Zargabore is waiting in the wings for his call to arms. \n \n\nIt's official then, Charity is taking over for asqwasqw. I'll change the original post to reflect this."
},
{
"author": "Charity",
"message": "His Imperial magesty Tzar Zargabore would like to welcome all foreign devils diplomats to his inaugeration celibration."
},
{
"author": "Charity",
"message": "Just a quicky Moody, do we get to see adjacent armies/navies?\nOtherwise this will be impossible to play when fighting on two fronts."
},
{
"author": "mdsoze",
"message": "He said no to that. I agree it makes fighting extremely difficult. Adjacent territory knowledge would make things a lot nicer."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by mdsoze \n He said no to that. I agree it makes fighting extremely difficult. Adjacent territory knowledge would make things a lot nicer. \n \n\nWell, he haven't started yet, so if you all (that is, if at least four more people post agreeing with this sentiment) want to make the change, we can.\n\nYea or nay for always being aware of units adjacent to your own units?"
},
{
"author": "Ceridan",
"message": "My vote is yes. It would better reflect the reconnaissance assets attached to each army and navy."
},
{
"author": "mdsoze",
"message": "I definitely vote Yay, don't know if I have to vote as I expressed that opinion above, but figured I'd submit for counting purposes.\n\nFurther: I would also vote Yay to a vote to see units directly adjacent to your SCs, even if you don't have units there."
},
{
"author": "Maldiem",
"message": "I vote Nay. You may not be certain where the other fellow's units are, but unless you've NEVER spied on them, you should be able to make a decent guess. It forces people to think about strategic decisions more. Also, if you've got an ally, there's nothing stopping your from sharing spy reports. Plus, sharing spy reports adds another layer of intrigue, since you may not be entirely able to trust them."
},
{
"author": "solgursky",
"message": "I'll abstain on that vote. Either way has it's advantages and disadvantages, and 10 votes could create a tie."
},
{
"author": "J_Muller",
"message": "I vote Yea there. Even without spies, it's a bit odd that the presence of a large army group in a neighboring area would go unnoticed."
},
{
"author": "GrandDukeJerot",
"message": "I vote yea. It's limiting enough with the spy power, so some freedoms should be allowed. It would be really annoying to be attacked out of nowhere."
},
{
"author": "J_Muller",
"message": "((A thought occurs--people will have to be a lot more restrained with their news broadcasts lest they leak too much information. It's also going to be a bit odd being in Asia and not knowing what's happening in Europe save for what our spies can tell us.))"
},
{
"author": "GrandDukeJerot",
"message": "Well, I am not too sure about that, J Muller. The news is what the gov't allows leaked out as public information. It is what the player is willing to tell the outside world about their actions. In a game playing blind, it really depends on the person to control their newscasts. Some might just play it safe, and completely supress the local media. Others may be candid about their campaigns, not worrying about who knows their movements. Some may even use this blindness to lie about their moves in news reports, catching their prey completely by surprise. The news reports just have gained a new dimension from playing blind."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by GrandDukeJerot \n Well, I am not too sure about that, J Muller. The news is what the gov't allows leaked out as public information. It is what the player is willing to tell the outside world about their actions. In a game playing blind, it really depends on the person to control their newscasts. Some might just play it safe, and completely supress the local media. Others may be candid about their campaigns, not worrying about who knows their movements. Some may even use this blindness to lie about their moves in news reports, catching their prey completely by surprise. The news reports just have gained a new dimension from playing blind. \n \n\nExactly. And isn't it beautiful? I'm looking forward to the bullsh - I mean the absolutely true - news stories you guys write."
},
{
"author": "Charity",
"message": "Well\nI would rather be able to see a bit more than just one guys moves so I vote to see adjacent units.\n\nOh Moody, when are we due to start?\n\nOh and everyone else, sorry my PM box filled up over the weekend, while I was (horror of horrors) gardening, I have cleared a bit of space so it should be safe to resend anything you got a bounce message on."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Charity \n Well\nI would rather be able to see a bit more than just one guys moves so I vote to see adjacent units.\n\nOh Moody, when are we due to start?\n\nOh and everyone else, sorry my PM box filled up over the weekend, while I was (horror of horrors) gardening, I have cleared a bit of space so it should be safe to resend anything you got a bounce message on. \n \n\nWe start Wednesday, as is made clear in the original post."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "A player asked me the following question, and I think the answer merits being given to all of the players:\n\n\"How nitpicky are you going to be on order syntax and misordering?\"\n\n\"Not very. I'm a big fan of the clause in the rules that states that a poorly written order that can nonetheless have only one meaning must be followed. I'm meticulous about writing my own orders, but I'm relatively lenient about other people's orders. That said, the more accurate the better, obviously.\n\nFor convoys and support, each order should be written. If an order A Ser S A Gre-Bul is written but A Gre-Bul is not, I will not be able to infer A Gre-Bul; if no order is given for A Gre (even if another order mentions A Gre moving) then a hold order is assigned to A Gre. Likewise, F Nth C A Edi-Nwy will not move A Edi unless A Edi has the order A Edi-Nwy written for it.\"\n\nAnd now I'm actually going to add a few things that I didn't say in my reply to this player (and hope he reads this post).\n\nThings I will be lenient on, but will continually correct when sending back your season's report:\n\nOnce I had a player who used N instead of F, because he thought of sea units as Navies, not Fleets. This bugged me, but it was clear what he meant, so I let it slide.\ncApItAlIzAtIoN. It will annoy me to no end if you take it to the extreme to which I just took it, but I won't count an order incorrect on account of capitalization; all caps or all lowercase is fine.\nNot issuing hold orders. If you want to issue them explicitly (which is always a good idea, I think, so that you can count the number of orders you've written and compare it to the number of units you have and make sure you aren't forgetting anything) you could do it in a number of ways. \"F Mao H\" is the shortest way and is perfectly acceptable to me. \"F Mao Hold\" and \"F Mao Holds\" are fine as well. Anything other than that and you may have lost me.\n\nUsing something like -> to designate an attack rather than the shorter and more conventional -. A Gre-Bul could be written as A Gre->Bul, if you really feel a burning desire to do so. As long as you are consistent, it shouldn't be an issue.\nUnits that are issued illegal orders are issued hold orders when adjudicating. So if you order A Swe-Mun, A Swe will attempt to hold instead."
},
{
"author": "asqwasqw",
"message": "Hey moody, can you PM me a copy of the main map that you use every turn, if it isn't too much trouble (and the spy orders)? It would be nice to see what everybody moves."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by asqwasqw \n Hey moody, can you PM me a copy of the main map that you use every turn, if it isn't too much trouble (and the spy orders)? It would be nice to see what everybody moves. \n \n\nMy first reaction was \"haha, no,\" then I remembered that you graciously agreed to let someone take your spot.\n\nEven though you aren't playing in the game, I'm not entirely sure it is appropriate to leak that information to anyone. Since I believe that the game really belongs to the players and not to me, I'll leave it up to them to decide.\n\nWould anyone mind if I sent asqwasqw a copy of the map each turn so that he could follow along with the game from an omniscient perspective?\n\nIf just one person has reservations about this, I won't do it. If you're not comfortable posting that opinion here, you can PM me about it."
},
{
"author": "asqwasqw",
"message": "Oh yeah, I could cheat and pass the map on to other players (not that I would do that... Unless they bribe me with cake!) Forgot about that. Hmmm, scratch the idea then. Just make sure to post the results at the end of the game, so everybody can enjoy it. I can wait. (his army was there?!?!)"
},
{
"author": "thewamp",
"message": "Yeah, I was going to offer to help send maps to people who want individual maps made for them, just so I could follow along in the game, because I thought it would be entertaining.\n\nSounds like that's a negative too, but seriously, this game does seem cool to watch. Especially with the presses.\n\nBut, if you want to take me up on that offer, I'd love to help.\n\nOh, and just to put an idea on the books for the future, it would be cool if you added to the secrecy and spying, an omniscient map published with a 1-2 year delay. That way people could watch and players could find out the fate of those across the world, with a big delay.\n\nEdit: Oh yeah and hi, I'm back from Europe, finally."
},
{
"author": "mdsoze",
"message": "I recommend after the game is finished, posting turn by turn maps and orders. For those who like suspense, you could even do 1 turn a day or something. ;)"
},
{
"author": "thewamp",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by mdsoze \n I recommend after the game is finished, posting turn by turn maps and orders. For those who like suspense, you could even do 1 turn a day or something. ;) \n \n\nI meant in future games\nThe 1 turn a day would be cool, but would be a hassle for moody, I think."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by thewamp \n I meant in future games\nThe 1 turn a day would be cool, but would be a hassle for moody, I think. \n \n\nI'm sure I'll come up with some nifty way of declassifying these documents when this is all over."
},
{
"author": "Charity",
"message": "Tzar Zargabore would like to invite all foriegn dignitories to his pre-war assassination party."
},
{
"author": "Ceridan",
"message": "Dear Tzar Italy will be unable to attend your gala, please accept this fine bomb Er... fruit basket instead."
},
{
"author": "Charity",
"message": "The great Tzar would like to thank the Italian government for their generous gift. It has been a great aid to the war effort, although it seems to have been mislabeled as foodstuff, which lead to an amusing incident with the Tzars peasent food testers. The good Tzar sends his thanks from his kitchen staff in the shape of some er... meat pies."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Orders are due tonight! 10 PM EST (GMT-5)!\n\nIf I don't get them all by tonight, I'll extend le deadline until tomorrow morning since I failed to give 24 hour notice and it has been a week since any formal notification of this turn has been given. But I'd like all orders in tonight, obviously.\n\nThanks."
},
{
"author": "Ceridan",
"message": "Ah, meat pies from Russia? Well I do not know, feed them to the dogs. Make sure to send a thank you card."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Order reports will be sent out to everyone by the end of the night. If you haven't yet posted here saying you want a map, you won't get one unless you post here before I send you your report saying you want one. Also, keep in mind that they're kind of a hassle, and if you don't really need one, don't ask for one just because. Again, I highly recommend that everyone download realpolitik or jDip and keep their own maps."
},
{
"author": "Charity",
"message": "I'd like a map please Moody\n\nSorry I post alot from work and I cannot go downloading stuff onto my works PC."
},
{
"author": "solgursky",
"message": "I'm afraid I need one too. I tried both JDip and Realpolitik and it just doesn't seem possible to follow along without having the 'master map'.\nI've been really trying with JDip a lot, but the program is really difficult to use, doesn't show orders when I put them in, doesn't show resolution of orders every turn, I'm just no good at figuring it out, sorry."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by solgursky \n I'm afraid I need one too. I tried both JDip and Realpolitik and it just doesn't seem possible to follow along without having the 'master map'.\nI've been really trying with JDip a lot, but the program is really difficult to use, doesn't show orders when I put them in, doesn't show resolution of orders every turn, I'm just no good at figuring it out, sorry. \n \n\nIn both programs it is possible to place and remove units using edit functions. This is the key to making a map showing limited information, and it is what I will be doing for all of the individual maps I have to make."
},
{
"author": "solgursky",
"message": "Ahhh, the edit function of Realpolitik is very dummy-proof, I love it. No map required for me."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by solgursky \n Ahhh, the edit function of Realpolitik is very dummy-proof, I love it. No map required for me. \n \n\nSweet! And hey, the fewer people needing maps, the faster everyone gets their season reports! By the way, I'm working on them as we speak and they'll be out within the hour ... which will technically be tonight, as promised. =)"
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Alright, phew! All the order reports for this season have been sent out. I sent them as replies to your order PMs to save myself a little bit of time, so the title of it is re: whatever you titled your orders.\n\nAs for maps, I think I was pretty descriptive with my reports. Also, things aren't that complicated yet. As such, I don't feel bad about taking the time to ask everyone who wants a map sent to them to either PM me their email address or post it here. I think that email is the best way to deliver these maps. If this will be an issue for you, maybe I can work something else out if you ask me.\n\nThe maps are all actually created, for the record, I'm just waiting on the best way to distribute them."
},
{
"author": "J_Muller",
"message": "((Are you sure you've sent them? I have yet to receive anything.))"
},
{
"author": "mdsoze",
"message": "I got mine. Which is nice, cause I can see the knives pointed at me."
},
{
"author": "GrandDukeJerot",
"message": "As of now, I do not have the map."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by GrandDukeJerot \n As of now, I do not have the map. \n \n\nRight, you don't have the map. You need to give me your email address so that I can send you the map, because I can't attach files to PMs on the forum.\n\nYou did get the results of your orders though, right?"
},
{
"author": "mdsoze",
"message": "Ummm, I PM'd you an e-mail address days ago. Still no map.\n\nMatt"
},
{
"author": "Mael",
"message": "You could always just print out a map and pencil in the units yourself.\nPrintable maps are at http://www.diplom.org/Online/maps/youngstown.gif or http://www.diplom.org/Online/maps/bigyoung.gif ."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Mael \n You could always just print out a map and pencil in the units yourself.\nPrintable maps are at http://www.diplom.org/Online/maps/youngstown.gif or http://www.diplom.org/Online/maps/bigyoung.gif . \n \n\nThat sounds like a fantastic idea! If anyone wants to stop getting maps, let me know ..."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "30 or so hour warning! Fall 1901 orders are due tomorrow night by 10PM EST (GMT-5). I may not be around at 10PM tonight, so I'm giving the warning now.\n\nAlso, you certainly don't have to do it, but I'd love to see a little more press writing going on."
},
{
"author": "solgursky",
"message": "NEW SPEECH FROM KAISER GURSKY\n\nAll hail the words of our great, infallible, omnipotent, divine, Ruler; Kaiser Gursky:\n\n\"Germans! The time has come to expand our great nation! The Danes have sworn fealty and the Dutch are on the horizon. With the expansion of our country, we have also gained great responsibilities. Our friends to the north, the Norwegians and the Swedes, require our support. Greedy England has spread her talons towards these peace-loving nations, and only under the German flag will they truly be safe from those imperialist monsters.\""
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Well, it's 20-something minutes after the Fall 1901 deadline, and I don't have all the orders. However, you're all in luck. I have a paper due Friday on a book I haven't read yet, so I won't really have the time to adjudicate until some point on Friday. I'll extend the deadline until whenever that happens to be on Friday.\n\nThat of course will mean that retreats and builds will have to be pushed back. Retreats will be due Saturday night and builds Sunday night. If anyone has a problem with the schedule running into the weekend, let me know and we can just push the whole thing back a week (that is, I resolve Fall 1901 next Wednesday and we proceed as normally scheduled)."
},
{
"author": "J_Muller",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Moody the Wise \n I have a paper due Friday on a book I haven't read yet, so I won't really have the time to adjudicate until some point on Friday. \n \n\n((The humor and good fortune this means to me is tempered by the knowledge that when I go to college, that's going to be me in that situation. Possibly multiple times.))"
},
{
"author": "mdsoze",
"message": "I'm going to be travelling over the weekend, so I'd prefer to wait."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by mdsoze \n I'm going to be travelling over the weekend, so I'd prefer to wait. \n \n\nAlright, we'll just wait then. Fall 1901 orders, if you haven't submitted them, are due NEXT Wednesday, September 26th (I think that's the date). If you want to renegotiate and change some of your moves, you may submit new moves up until that time."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Alright, all orders are in. Sorry about it being so late, but it's going to be a little bit later still, since it's ... well, so late. I'll do the turn and send out reports in the morning. Retreats, if necessary, will be due Thursday night and builds due Friday. Since it is unlikely that retreats will happen and also unlikely that your build orders will be contingent too much on them if they do happen, you can feel free to submit conditional build orders if you're going to be busy during the weekend (mdsoze). Maybe the next time we have to skip a week, I'll move the regular order due day back to Tuesday to avoid future weekend conflicts; but we'll cross that road when we come to it. Er, that bridge."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Alright, all order reports (I think) have been sent out as of now. I goofed a little bit, though. For all of you who did not submit spy orders, I don't know who you were spying on because I deleted all the old messages. Therefore, if you didn't get spy information this turn, let me know who you were spying on and I'll get that to you along with the Winter builds.\n\nAlso, I think I'm going to change it so that you can assign your spy for each Fall, Spring, and Winter Season - that is, each time I adjudicate orders - to prevent such mishaps in the future. For Winter builds, however, your spy will only tell you what the power built, not where all its units are.\n\nAlso, I haven't forgotten about maps, I just have class. I'll get them out at some point.\n\nAlso, there are no retreats. So, build orders are due by Friday night, but the earlier the merrier."
},
{
"author": "Maldiem",
"message": "So... since we can see adjacent units, will the units we build see adjacent units? Also, sending winter spy request now..."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Maldiem \n So... since we can see adjacent units, will the units we build see adjacent units? Also, sending winter spy request now... \n \n\nUhh ... sure, that sounds fine. (I'm so not making this up as I go)."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Come to think of it, maps will be sent out after build orders have been processed, so that I don't have to send out two sets of maps within a few days. I'll send them out to everyone who has previously requested one. If you don't get a map (and you want one) by Saturday night, let me know, because I probably forgot or never saw your expressed interest in one or something."
},
{
"author": "Ceridan",
"message": " The Roman Herald , Special Edition, October 3rd 1901\n\nA misunderstanding between sailors of the Italian 2nd fleet on shore leave in Yemen and a Turkish army also on furlough in the kingdom turned ugly today as several fist fights resulted. One Sailor was critically injured as Turkish troops threw him out a plate glass window. No word yet from the ministry of foreign affairs as too, if reparations will be sought."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Ugh. Risk Tournament. Late. Will send out Winter season reports and maps tomorrow morning.\n\nSorry for being a sketchy GM, but at least I get things done at some point. I'm better than nothing. =)"
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "So it turns out that the creation of maps is actually a big hassle. So I'll present two options, and I'd like a vote from everyone.\n\n1) Everyone who had been getting a map prints off this blank map and keeps track in pencil on their own, or gets a program, or something. I think that this really wouldn't be that hard, because - correct me if I'm wrong - I think my order reports are pretty thorough in telling you what you need to know.\n\n \n\n2. Screw the blindness and I just start posting the universal maps.\n\nPlease vote."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "option 1\n\n http://prdownloads.sourceforge.net/j...s.exe?download \n\nhere's a link to download jdip for windows. i don't know if it's vista compatible, but having a brain isn't vista compatible, which means we should all be fine."
},
{
"author": "Ceridan",
"message": "I am enjoying the double blind feel of the game. Option 1."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "I guess I should clarify this vote a little bit: in order to continue with the blind rules, I need everyone who was getting a map to agree to option 1. If they don't, or if there are more than five votes for option 2, we'll have to go with option two.\n\nThat said, if people are enjoying the blind game, I strongly encourage option 1, and I condone the use of peer pressure."
},
{
"author": "J_Muller",
"message": "I'm on the fence here. Either option would be good as far as I'm concerned."
},
{
"author": "mdsoze",
"message": "Hrmmm... I'm enjoying the blind game. I'll get the program.\n\nOption 1. :)"
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Game is on a brief hiatus until I get a replacement for Austria, who has asked to be allowed to leave. This might happen today, and then the deadline for orders might still be this Wednesday, but in all likelihood the deadline will be pushed back a week to allow the new player to diplome. Sorry to do that two weeks in a row, but I think it's better than having lots of NMRs.\n\nAlso, if anyone else thinks he or she should probably bow out, now would be the least disruptive time to do it.\n\nAlso also, continue voting if you haven't yet and want a say."
},
{
"author": "Maldiem",
"message": "Option 1, definitely."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Elektro has agreed to step in as Austria. In the interest of fairness, to him and to everyone who might have something to say to Austria, I'll extend the deadline by a week to NEXT WEDNESDAY, October 10th."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Important Bulletin! \n\nThe Emperor of Austria-Hungry, Franz Joseph I has died at the Hofburg. I am Major General von Hotzendorf, and have been given command of the provisional government.\n\nTo my subjects, no longer will you feel the harsh grip of the Dual Monarchy on your lands. Our nation will now respect the wishes of all of its citizens, regardless of ethnicity or station. We will soon be inviting local representatives to a new Congress of Vienna, and this one will allow all Austro-Hungarians to once again feel pride in our great nation.\n\nTo my friends and colleagues abroad, we look forward to working with you to ensure the peace and stability of Europe. Envoys will be arriving at our embassies in your respective capitals soon to discuss policies with you."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "I am going to be home on break until late Tuesday night. I am not going to check the forums between now and then. I will adjudicate the turn next Wednesday, as planned, but don't freak out if you don't hear from me for a while. Take advantage of the time to get to know your neighbors, or maybe your neighbors' neighbors ... they can be fruitful people to talk to indeed."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Alright, I'm back, and I hope you all have taken the opportunity to connive. If you have yet to submit orders, or want to submit new ones, the deadline for this season is approximately 24 HOURS FROM NOW - 10PM EST Wednesday."
},
{
"author": "Ceridan",
"message": " The Roman Herald , Special Edition, April 5th 1902\n\nWe have received scattered reports that elements of a Turkish artillery unit have opened fire on the Italian Cruiser Francesca docked for refueling in neutral Yemen. Yemen fearing Turkish aggression had asked for a peace keeping force from Italy to take up station off of the coast. We have no word yet on casualties. The 2nd fleet has been placed on full alert and we have word that the Prime Minister himself will be making an address."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": " Abu Constantinople, 1901 \n\nReports of Turkish aggression against Italian naval units have been thrown around the world recently. General Murat P. issued this statement:\n\n\"It is absurd for the Italians to attempt to occupy Yemen. No European belongs in the Middle East. Surely they'll have more fun spreading chaos under the guise of 'democracy' in Ethiopia, and we told them this. In the best interests of our Arabian cousins, we will bring Yemen into the Empire to prevent their fall into decadence and corruption.\""
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "How did three people fail to submit orders over the course of two weeks? Oh well, I'm processing the turn anyway, because it's been long enough. If any of the NMRers want to stay in the game, they should send me a PM before Saturday night or replacements will be found.\n\nThe orders have been resolved, and results will be sent out to everyone after I eat lunch."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Well, since they are going to be replaced, I suppose I have to tell you who NMRed. One person responded and was just confused about the deadline and is still in. GrandDukeJerot responded and apologized profusely but wants out. Lucid_Archon did not respond. So, I'll be looking for replacements for India and France. Hopefully, I'll find them quickly and we can stay on schedule for this week. I'll keep you all updated as events unfold."
},
{
"author": "thewamp",
"message": "I wouldn't mind playing France. I'm playing India in the other game, so I'd prefer not to play India again."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Thewamp has taken over for France and Mael has taken over for India. Fall 1902 orders will be due THIS Wednesday at 10 PM EST, about 48 hours from now."
},
{
"author": "Mael",
"message": " Revolution in India \n\nDramatic recent events in Indai have culminated today in the final removal of the British Raj, and the declaration of India as a sovereign state.\nIn a press release a spokesman for the president said that they do not hold any grudge against their former colonial rulers, and will be seeking to establish foreign relations with all their neighbours to ensure a lasting peace in the region."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "24 Hour Warning for Fall 1902 turn!"
},
{
"author": "thewamp",
"message": " Re-Election in France \nIn a sweeping victory, President Wamp came out on top of the recent French elections, displacing the incumbent."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "All the true things I am about to tell you are shameless lies.\n\nI'm processing the turn and sending out reports RIGHT NOW, but for some reason unbeknown to me, probably involving a bizarre mutation of the space-time continuum, nobody is going to receive these messages until tomorrow morning. Yes. This is DEFINITELY WHAT IS HAPPENING.\n\nThat is all."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "I'm sending out reports right now.\n\nBut I'm taking this break to make a very important announcement.\n\nPlease title the message in which you send your orders thusly:\n\nAQPMF: Season Year, Power.\n\nThe order isn't so much important, but it is important that you have all four of those elements in the title. It makes orders SO much easier to pick out of my inbox.\n\nAlso, remember to assign your spy along with your season's orders. To make a point, I will not give out any spy information for this upcoming season - Winter 1902 - unless it is requested in the builds message. It may not seem like a big deal, but it just makes my life that much easier if I can do everything at one sitting."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "I think everyone by now should have received Fall 1902 reports. You may have noticed a few changes.\n\nI wrote in the section where I quoted your orders so that I didn't have to write things over again (or even copy and paste).\n\nI went with a simpler system for telling you what happened. \"Good\" means the order succeeded. In the case of support or convoy orders, this does not necessarily mean the unit being supported or convoyed succeeded. \"Bounced\" means there was someone else trying to take that territory and the strengths of your units were equal. \"Failed\" means you were trying to move into an occupied territory and you failed to dislodge the unit. \"Support cut from ___\" means your support order failed because you were attacked. I think those are all the terms I used. Note that I no longer tell you everything about why your attacks did or did not succeed.\n\nIn spy reports, I simply gave you the location of that power's units. Mostly, this is because it was a pain to copy and paste all those orders. If you guys are all fine with that, I'd love to make that the norm, but if not I could see about going back to more detailed spy reports.\n\nSo, what do you guys think of the new lazy system? Keep in mind that it still takes me about an hour to churn all these things out.\n\nNote: Retreats will be due by 1300 EST TOMORROW. That is 24 hours from the sending of season reports. I'm not sure that I specifically mentioned all the retreats that are due, but if I said one of your units was dislodged, you need to submit a retreat order."
},
{
"author": "Maldiem",
"message": "The lazy order reports are fine in my opinion, but I'd prefer to keep the spy reports the way they were."
},
{
"author": "thewamp",
"message": "I'd at least like to know where the supply centers are, but the full spy reports would be nice.\n\nLazy order reports are better"
},
{
"author": "Ceridan",
"message": " The Roman Herald \nFrom the Desk of Prime Minister Garabaldi,\n\n\nItaly can no longer stand idle while the Ottoman Empire pursues a policy of flagrant hostility toward peaceful European Nations. As of today, October 18 1902 a state of war exists between Italy and Turkey. God willing we will drive back the Muslim hordes and safeguard Europe from further acts of unwarranted aggression. I call on all free nations to join in this fight and draw a line in the sand. This far and no further."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Vienner Tagenblatt\n15 Dezember, 1902\n \n Austria-Hungary and Italy Join to Form the Holy Alliance \nThe Austro-Hungarian Foreign Ministry has announced the formation of the Holy Aliiance with the Kingdom of Italy. The two nations will join to protect each other's territorial sovereignty against all enemies. Major General von Hotzendorf remarked, \"The incursions of the heathen Turks into Christian europe will not be tolerated. I call on all good Christians to join forces to repel these barbarians from our lands!\"\n\n Austria-Hungary Confederation Forms \nAs promised after assuming office, Major General von Hotzendorf has completed the necessary reforms to ensure the strength of Austria-Hungary. The Dual Monarchy has been replaced with a representative confederation of local military governments. The new Constitution also guarantees various freedoms (within limits) to its citizens, including a suffrage based on completion of federal service and freedoms similar to those found in the American Bill of Rights. The provisional head of government Major General von Hotzendorf has been promoted to Feldmarshal and will assume command over the armed forces. It is certain that these measures will reduce internal strife and bestow a sense of national pride among all Austro-Hungarians."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Retreats have happened. I'll send out that limited information to the appropriate persons along with builds. I have several sets of them already, but am still missing a few. Of course, that is fine, because they aren't due until 24 Hours FROM NOW - 1300 EST SATURDAY."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": " Sultan Grips Balls, Raises Middle Finger to Austria \n\nMan I didn't do anything to y'all *****s. Y'all *****s know me, and we just be chillin in the hood eating Turkish delights.\n\nAnd it's not like y'all ain't been beefin' with Greece for centuries . All -we- did was you motherless bums a favor by runnin' up in that crib ships bustin'. They ain't causin' you no problems 'cause they all -dead- playboy.\n\nGo to hell if you're getting God in on this. In the words of my yet-to-be-born brother in Islam, Tupac Shakur, \"If you believe in God, believe in Death Row East.\"\n\nThat's right, *****s. Eat me."
},
{
"author": "J_Muller",
"message": " Japanese Imperial Guard deployed to Korea \nThe newly formed Imperial Guard has been deployed to the Korean Peninsula, with the stated purpose of defending Japan's Korean brothers from foreign incursions. The Imperial Guard, a land-based force composed of the best soldiers Japan has to offer, has been described as \"the ultimate fighting force\" by representatives of the Chrysanthemum Throne. \"The Imperial Guard\", said Chief of the Army General Staff Ōyama Iwao, \"is composed of the best fighting men of all Japan, given the best training and modern equipment possible. Man for man, it is a fighting force superior to anything any foreign nation has to offer.\""
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Wow, all really was quiet on the PM front this weekend, eh? Sorry about that, I totally forgot about builds until someone reminded me today. On that note, don't feel like you're being a nuisance by PMing me about things I seem to have forgotten to do. I try to do everything within 24 hours of when I say I will, so if it's been longer than that and you're worrying, I probably did forget, so it won't hurt to send me a PM.\n\nAnyway, sending out builds now."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " Major World Powers Launch Satellites in Spring 1903! \n \n\nI kind of hate to do this, but my ambitious variant is becoming a bit of a hassle. It was fun while it lasted (I hope) but from here on out the map will be available for all to see each season.\n\nSo, there it is, the Spring 1903 map complete with builds (those that were submitted, anyway). Spring 1903 orders will be due Wednesday night at 10 PM EST, as usual."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Russia just sent me a PM saying more or less that he has been very busy and thought he had submitted builds, and asking if I would take them late. I don't feel as though that is really my decision to make, so: would anyone be opposed to allowing Russia to build late, now that the map has already been shown? I would say let him do it, but it's your game really, not mine - I just run it. If I don't get any negatories by Monday night, I'll change the map to account for his builds. I'll extend this to include Turkey and Japan as well, since they also missed their builds."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "I'm fine with extending the build deadline to Monday night, even if two of those countries are going to use them against me 😁 I'd rather win fair and square than because they forgot their build orders."
},
{
"author": "Mael",
"message": "I agree with extending the build deadline, but you might want to take the map down until you have the builds in."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Mael \n I agree with extending the build deadline, but you might want to take the map down until you have the builds in. \n \n\nNah, people have already seen it anyway. And Elektro, I feel the exact same way."
},
{
"author": "J_Muller",
"message": "Er... as a completely neutral party, naturally, I support the extension of the build deadline."
},
{
"author": "Ceridan",
"message": "Cool, extend the deadline.\n\nTurkey, God was brought in as a role playing aspect. I am enjoying doing this game in character.\n\nSo you and your home boys can kick it at your crib until Italy and Austria kick in your door and and beat your punk ass like you owe us money. 😉"
},
{
"author": "Charity",
"message": "Thanks guys, very fair of you all.\n\nI did send, but my PM box was full, and I didn't notice (for some stupid reason, you can't send when your box is full)..."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "uh yeah i decided to roleplay my character as a hardcore thug gangster running turkey. it's moderately entertaining.\n\nthanks for the extention"
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Here is the NEW Spring 1903 map with late builds added.\n\n \n Also, 24 and a half hour warning for Spring 1903 orders, which are due by 10 PM EST tomorrow, Wednesday, October 24th. "
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "All eight sets of orders that I have are sitting in jDip awaiting execution. I am going to give viggo and thewamp until tomorrow morning to submit orders, since I often don't adjudicate until then anyway and it could be confused for the official deadline. But mostly I just think NMRs really hurt games.\n\nBut I promise that with or without French and Ottoman input, Spring 1903 will be happening tomorrow morning."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Spring 1903 Results:\n\n \n\nAustria:\nA bul -> gre; good\nA ser supports A bul -> gre; good\nF alb supports A bul -> gre; good\nA bud -> klu; failed because A Klu-Gal failed\nA klu -> gal; equally supported exchange with Russia A Gal-Klu; failed\nA vie supports A klu-> gal; good\n\nChina:\nA Man S A Kor-Vla; good\nA Pek-Kan; good\nA Inn-Sin; good\nA Omo S A Inn-Sin; good\nA Tib S A Inn-Sin; good\nF Vtn H; good\n\nEngland:\nF nrg -> nth; good\nF nth -> hel; good\nF mao -> bre; failed\nF mal -> joh; good\nA hol -> kie; failed\nF eng -> pic; bounced with Bel-Pic\nF bor -> sch; good\nF bel -> pic; bounced with Eng-Pic\n\nFrance:\nF sai - ann; good\nF cam - tha; good\nF gos S F cam - tha; good\nA por - spa; bounced with mar-spa\nA mar - spa; bounced with por-spa\nF bre H; good\nA par S F bre; good\n\nGermany:\nA Den-Swe; failed 2:2\nF Bal S A Den-Swe; good\nF Ska-Den; failed because A Den-Swe failed\nA Mun-Kie; good\nA Ruh S A Mun-Kie; good\n\nIndia:Del - Cal; bounced with Mad-Cal\nMad - Cal; bounced with Del-Cal\nBrm H; good\nJav H; good\nEio H; good\n\nItaly:\nA pie H; good\nA ven H; good\nF rom-tys; good\nF nap-apu; good\nF egy-eas; good\nF ion-aeg; failed\nF eth-dan; good\n\nJapan:\nA kor-vla; good\nF soj S A kor-vla; good\nF npo-kar; good\nF osa-fuj; good\nF phi holds; good\n\nRussia:\nA stp - fin; good\nF nwy s F swe hold; good\nF swe s F nwy hold; support cut\nA war - sil; good\nA gal - klu; equally supported exchange (failed)\nA rum s A gal - klu; good\nF sev s A rum hold; good\nA tur s a sin hold; good\nNo order assigned to unit at Vla; dislodged from Kor\nNo order assigned to unit at Sin; dislodged from Inn\n\nTurkey:\nNMR; all units hold\nGreece dislodged from Bulgaria; cannot retreat; disbanded\n\nRetreating units are:\nRussian F Vla\nRussian A Sin\n\nCharity, get those retreats to me by 1200 EST tomorrow - Friday, October 26th.\n\nEveryone else: I'll see you next Wednesday when Fall 1903 orders will be due as usual."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO\n\ndamn it"
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Fall 1903 Map with last season's retreats:\n\n "
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Same deal as last season, unfortunately, except this time with just one NMR. I'll give that person until tomorrow morning to submit, then I post with or without.\n\nRetreats will be due Friday by 1200 EST and Builds will be due Sunday by 1200 EST. This is a change from the previous schedule where I typically gave 24 hours between map posting, retreats, and builds - there are now 48 hours between retreats and builds, since I think we can afford to space things out a little bit, especially given the weekend. But keep in mind that you can submit builds early if you know you're going to be busy/not around, and you can even submit contingencies for builds if they are really going to depend on retreats."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " Fall 1903 Results \n (Unless otherwise specified, all moves are good)\n\nAustria\n\nA gre -> bul\nA ser supports A gre -> bul\nF alb -> gre\nA vie -> boh\nA klu holds\nA bud supports klu holds\n\nChina\n\nA Omo S Sin\nA Sin S Omo\nA Man S Omo\n A Tib-Cal bounced with Del-Cal and Mad-Cal\nA Kan-Sik\nF Vtn-Ann\n\nEngland\n\nF Hel -> Den\nF Nth S F Hel -> Den\nA Hol H\nA Bel S A Hol H\nF Eng -> Mao\nF Mao -> Mor\n F Joh H dislodged from Gos\nF Sch -> Can\n\nFrance\n\nF gos - joh\nF tha/sc S F gos - joh\nF ann - sai\nA par S F bre\nF bre H\n A por - spa bounced with Mar-Spa\n A mar - spa bounced with Por-Spa\n\nGermany\n\nKie- Ber\nDen- Kie\n Bal- Den failed against Hel-Den\nSka- hold\nRuh- Hol\n\nIndia\n\neio - cey\n del - cal bounced with mad-cal and tib-cal\n mad - cal bounced with del-cal and tib-cal\nbrm H\njav - cel\n\nItaly\n\nF tys-tun\nF dan-goa\n F ion-aeg bounced with F Aeg\n F eas S F ion-aeg support cut by move from Smy\n F apu-ion failed because Ion-Aeg failed\nA pie H\nA ven H\n\nJapan\n\nF phi holds\nF kar holds\nF fuj-spo\nA vla holds\nF soj S A vla\n\nRussia\n\n F nwy - ska bounced with F Ska\n F swe - bal bounced with F Bal\n A fin - swe failed because swe-bal failed\nA sil - sax\n A gal - klu bounced 2:2 with Klu\nA Rum sup A gal - klu\nF sev - bla\nA tur - oms\n A sib - vla bounced 2:2 with A Vla\nF soo sup A sib - vla\n\nTurkey\n\na yem -> nej\nf ara convoy a snd -> yem\na snd -> yem\n f smy -> eas bounced with F Eas\n f aeg s f smy -> eas support cut by move from Ion\n a con -> bul failed against Gre-Bul\n\n Fall 1903 Retreat Map \n \n\nOne retreat for F Joh is due to me within 24 hours."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": " Turkish Fleet to Sail South \n\n\"Let's see if the waters of the Somali Sea are warmer,\" Admiral Malek said in an address to his sailors. \"I'm tired of the Arabian Sea anyway. The fishing is terrible, the women are hairy and there's always sand in the air.\""
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "I'd like to point out that there is an error in the map due to a minor clerical mistake. The Russian army currently in Turkistan is in fact in Omsk. I'll have the error corrected on the map when I put out the post-retreat map."
},
{
"author": "J_Muller",
"message": " The Tokyo Dispatch \n WAR! \nThe Japanese government responded with alarm today to news of an English invasion of Canton. Speaking in an emergency press conference, Minister of War Ishiba said that the Emperor had decreed upon hearing the news that the \"encroachment upon Asia by European swine\" could no longer be tolerated. By decree of the Emperor himself, a state of open war now exists between the nations of Japan and England. \"Deployment orders are being issued to all Japanese forces. The ships of Japan will sail, our armies will march, and with the blessings of the gods, we will evict the vile Europeans from Asia and send them back to the lands of darkness where they belong. It is clear now that the Europeans are not content to be neighbors with the nations of Asia. It is clear now that they wish to be our masters ! We will enact harsh and judicious martial action, and leave their bodies lying in heaps for the carrion-birds!\"\n\nA War Ministry staffer later spoke to members of the international press to clarify that the Empire of Japan plans no action against French interests in the Pacific, only those of the English."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Sorry about being negligent in my duties this season. I've been a mix of forgetful, busy, and on a weird sleep schedule.\n\nThe fleet in Joharra disbanded. I don't think this one change warrants a whole new map. Recall also that the Russian army in Turkistan is really in Omsk.\n\nSince I was kind of lax about reminding you all about builds and I don't have them all yet, builds will be due by 2200 hours Monday, GMT-6. Since I live in an area that uses Daylight Savings Time, EST for me is now GMT-6, rather than GMT-5. That is something that you should all take note of. I cannot be held accountable for you not paying attention to things that are said in this thread."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Spring 1904 Map\n\n \n\nRussia and Germany failed to submit disband orders. As a result, jDip has disbanded F Ska, A Sax, and F Swe.\n\nSince I was even a day late on my extension of the extended build deadline, I'm going to go ahead and give you until Thursday night for Spring 1904 orders to be due. If anyone would like longer, let me know."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " Spring 1904 Results \n\nAustria:\n\n A bud -> ser failed because Ser-Rum failed\n A ser -> rum bounced with Rum\nA bul supports A ser -> rum\n A klu supports A ser -> rum support cut by move from Gal\nA boh supports A vie -> gal\nA vie -> gal\nF gre -> aeg\n\nChina:\n\n A Sin-Tur failed against Sib-Tur\n A Omo-Sin bounced with move from Tib\n A Tib-Sin bounced with move from Omo\nA Sik-Can\nF Ann S F Phi-SCH\nA Man S A Vla\n\nEngland:\n\nF Den -> Kie\nA Hol Supports F Den -> Kie\nF Bel -> Pic\nF Mao -> Eng\nF Mor -> Wes\nF Nth -> Ska\nF Lon -> Nth\nF Edi -> Nrg\nA Liv -> Yor\nF Can -> Pek\n\nFrance:\n\nA por H\n A mar - spa two orders assigned to A Mar; neither was used\nA par - gas\n A mar - bur see Mar-Spa\nF joh - mal\nNo orders assigned to F Bre, F Sai, or F Tha; assigned to hold\n\nGermany:\n\nA Ruh-Mun\n A Kie-Hol bounced with Hol; dislodged from Den\nA Ber-Den\nF Bal Convoy A Ber-Den\n\nIndia:\n\nDel - Nep\nCal s Brm\nBrm H\nMad H\nCey - Eio\n Cel s Sai - Sch unit's order does not match support given\n\nItaly:\n\nF ion S F gre-aeg\n F eas-smy bounced with F Smy\nF mag-som\nF goa H\nF tun-alg\nF apu-nap\nA pie H\nA ven-tyr\n\nJapan:\n\nA vla holds\nF kar holds\nF soj-ecs\nF tok-spo\nF spo-phi\nF phi-sch\nA osa-fuj\n\nRussia:\n\nA sib - tur\nA oms sup above\nA fin - swe\nF nwy sup above\n A gal - klu bounced with Klu; dislodged from Vie\n A rum sup above support cut by move from Ser\nF bla sup A rum hold\nF soo - npo\n\nTurkey:\n\nNMR; all units assigned to hold\nF Aeg dislodged from Gre; no retreat possible; destroyed\n\n \n\nRetreats due for A Kie, A Gal\n\nRetreats due by 10 PM EST Sunday"
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "I'm fairly confident I PMed you my orders. I can forward you the message if you want."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by viggo \n I'm fairly confident I PMed you my orders. I can forward you the message if you want. \n \n\nI would love for you to forward me that message."
},
{
"author": "thewamp",
"message": "I believe you adjudicated one of the mar orders? That shouldn't have happened, should it?"
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by thewamp \n I believe you adjudicated one of the mar orders? That shouldn't have happened, should it? \n \n\nYou're right. What happened is that I entered the first one, then thought about what to do when I got to the second one, ended up deciding to do neither of them but forgot to delete the first order.\n\nSo, I'll change it in the jDip file and it will show when the retreat map goes up.\n\nUntil then, everyone please imagine that the French army in Spain is in fact in Marseilles."
},
{
"author": "Maldiem",
"message": " England takes Kiel, Berlin next on list \n\n\"Denmark?\" inquires an English admiral, \"Yeah, that too.\"\n\n French army led by schizophrenic generals \n Privateers burn Canton, move on to Beijing \n\n\"We're not stopping until our goals are met. That's right. All the tea.\"\n\n Turkish military kickin' it with the *****es and **s, too busy for war \n Whale Watching popular activity for sailors on leave, English Navy relocates to better-suited waters. "
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "On the honor system, viggo says he PMed me orders and they got lost in cyberspace. I now hold a forwarded copy of them in my PM box. Unless anybody presents a clear objection by tomorrow night, I'll readjudicate the turn with his orders. If you're wondering, this is what would change:\n\nThe only move this would directly affect the outcome of would be the Italian F Mag-Som, which would become a bounce."
},
{
"author": "Ceridan",
"message": "As it is my F that will bounce I will weight in on the matter. I understand and have no problem with it. Murphy's law is a pain after all."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "OoC: Hey Moody, are we still going to be turning in Fall 1904 orders this Wednesday? I'm assuming not since you haven't put up the map, but it'd be nice to know either way.\n\n Vienner Tagenblatt - 15 Mai 1904 \n Holy Alliance Poised to Strike Turkish Homeland \nThe combined efforts of the Catholic alliance of Italy and the Austria-Hungarian Confederation have left the Turkish mainland vulnerable to assault in the Fall. In a recent speech at the Vienna Conservatory Feldmarshal von Hotzendorf had the following to say: \"Our nation and our strong ally have achieved great success in pushing the Turks out of Europe. Now we shall press on to remove the threat of Islam from Christian Europe forever!\""
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by elektro \n OoC: Hey Moody, are we still going to be turning in Fall 1904 orders this Wednesday? I'm assuming not since you haven't put up the map, but it'd be nice to know either way. \n \n\nYeah, about this game ... I think I need to take a little time off from it. I know that this is how games often die, but I've been very stressed out lately with school and next week I'm going home for Thanksgiving break and my parents don't even have a computer right now, or something. So I'm going to post the most updated map soon, hopefully today, and then put this on the burner until the Wednesday after Thanksgiving. In an attempt to save the game from dying in the meantime, I'll try to find you guys a \"guest GM\" to do a turn for you. Problem is, all the GMs currently running games are in this one or me ... but I'll see what I can do."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "find a turkey replacement and I'm down"
},
{
"author": "Jamin",
"message": "I am willing to play as Turkey"
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Alright, so my understanding is that viggo will take over GMing this game for the next couple of weeks and the_J-Man will take over playing as Turkey.\n\nViggo, you know your moves from last season, you can go ahead and readjudicate the turn with them or wait for me to get around to it. Feel free to make your own schedule."
},
{
"author": "Ceridan",
"message": "Will there be a new schedule?"
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Ceridan \n Will there be a new schedule? \n \n\nThat is up to your NEW GM ... muahahahahahaha."
},
{
"author": "Charity",
"message": "So I hope the alliance stands then Viggo... ok guess that was a bit hopeful."
},
{
"author": "Jamin",
"message": "So when are we going to start this thing"
},
{
"author": "Maldiem",
"message": " Genesis of Empires , a somewhat different Diplomacy game that I'm DMing, has two openings as a result of dropped players. We're using non-standard start locations, and the two openings are for a North African empire and a Japanese empire. Feel free to post in the thread or message me if you'd like to take over for one of them."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "Sorry everyone, my internet access at home has been on the fritz for several days. I'll keep the same schedule, so moves are due Wednesday."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "Sorry everyone, my internet access at home has been on the fritz for several days. I'll keep the same schedule, so moves are due Wednesday."
},
{
"author": "Mael",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by viggo \n Sorry everyone, my internet access at home has been on the fritz for several days. I'll keep the same schedule, so moves are due Wednesday. \n \n\nAren't we still waiting on retreat results to be posted?"
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "hmm... i suppose so. pm your retreats to me and i'll adjudicate the map with turkey's updated moves and the retreats.\n\nIf someone has a jdip file that's updated properly, it'd be wicked awesome if they'd email it to me, [email protected] "
},
{
"author": "Maldiem",
"message": "So... are orders due today? Because its hard for me to give orders if I don't know where the army in Kiel retreated to."
},
{
"author": "Jamin",
"message": "So are we waiting on me to turn in orders because I thought that we needed to see the retreats first"
},
{
"author": "Ceridan",
"message": "Yes, confusion reigns. How about it Viggo?"
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "blah blah work blah blah thanksgiving blah blah mediacom decided to cut off my internet access even though i paid my bill\n\nif someone has an updated jdip file, it'd be awesome if they'd send it to me. as soon as i get that or update the map myself i'll get everything posted.\n\nseriously. send me a jdip file."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "I have one for you. How should I send it to you?"
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": " [email protected] "
},
{
"author": "Charity",
"message": "Are you waiting for anything from me Viggo?\nI think I sent you retreats."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": " \n\na kie -> ber\na gal -> war\n\n\nMoves due Friday\n\nIf the schedule is irregular, sorry. I'm really busy, I'll get to things when I get to them."
},
{
"author": "thewamp",
"message": "The fleet in gos ought to be in mal"
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "I haven't recorded moves yet. If that doesn't change your statement, I'll update the map with moves."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "The_wamp is right. The fleet in gos should be in mal at the resolution of the Spring 1904 season. I had forgotten to move it, as I don't really pay much attention to the Pacific theater. 😁\n\nYou can check the Spring 1904 map posted by Moody as well. Sorry about that."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "12 hour warning -- moves due today"
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "I'm still missing four sets of moves. I'll give until I go to bed tonight to get them in."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "Retreats due from f cel, f ara, a mun. They're due ASAP.\n\n \n\nChina and Germany NMR\n\njapan\n\nA vla holds\nF kar holds\nA fuj-tok\nF ecs-for\nF sch-bor\nF spo-cel\nF phi S F spo-cel\n\nindia\n\nF Eio - Jav\nF Cel - Bor\nA Mad - Cal\nA Cal - Brm\nA Brm - Sik\nA Nep - Cal\n\nitaly\n\nA pie H\nA tyr-mun\nF ven-apu\nF alg-mor\nF eas S F aeg-smy\nF ion-tun\nF goa-ara\nF som S F goa-ara\n\nengland\n\nF Wes -> Mor\nF Pic -> Bre\nF Eng Supports F Pic -> Bre\nA Yor -> Den\nF Nth Convoys A Yor-> Den\nF Ska Supports A Yor-> Den\nF Kie Holds\nA Hol Supports F Kie Holding\nF Nrg -> Bar\nF Pek hopes the Japanese have come to their senses (Invalid order, hold order assigned)\n\nturkey\n\nA Con s F smy h\nF Smy S A con H\nA Nej-Jor\nA Yem H\nF Ara-som\n\naustria\n\nA bud -> vie\nA gal -> rum\nA ser supports A gal -> rum\nA klu supports A gal -> rum\nA boh supports Italian A tyr -> mun\nF aeg supports A bul -> con\nA bul -> con\n\nrussia\n\nA war - sil\nA swe s F nwy hold\nF nwy sup A swe hold\nA rum - ank via bla convoy\nF bla convoy rum - ank\nA tur - ira\nA oms - mos\nF npo - tok\n\nfrance\n\nA mar - bur\nA por holds\nA gas S F bre\nF bre holds\nF tha holds\nF sai - cam\nF mal - gos"
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "f cel -> mal\nf ara disbands\ngermany NMRs again, a mun disbands."
},
{
"author": "Charity",
"message": "Sorry to appear a bit thick, but was that a spring or an autumn move we just had there?\n... and when are the next build/moves needed?\n\nOh, I am away this weekend... sorry."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "That would be Autumn 1905. Builds are due Friday."
},
{
"author": "Charity",
"message": "Are we still all on board?\n\n Cool, just checking/ good luck with your finals Viggo ."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "yeah i've got finals this week and haven't had time to adjudicate. i'll get to it later today, probably."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "done with finals tomorrow. post either tomorrow night or friday."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": " \n\nok, it's early sunday morning. let's make moves due thursday. if i get them all in before then i'll happily adjudicate."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "it's now sunday again and i only have three sets of orders."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "i still only have five sets of moves in. i can either adjudicate or call it quits. i'll let everyone vote."
},
{
"author": "Mael",
"message": "Some people might not be around due to solstice holidays.\nHave you tried PMing the people who havn't put in orders yet? Or checking when they were last online here?\nI'm definatly against doing the turn with only half the orders in, but would prefer not to call it quits either."
},
{
"author": "Maldiem",
"message": "I vote for waiting a bit longer."
},
{
"author": "thewamp",
"message": "I'd send out PMs and wait a bit longer in any case. I have sent in orders, haven't I?"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "I'm okay with waiting until after New Year's to adjudicate the turn. I'm assuming those who post here will have sent in orders, so that will help us figure out who we need to replace."
},
{
"author": "Ceridan",
"message": "Are you waiting on move orders or build orders, and what season?"
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "moves spring 06. and yes wamp, i have your moves."
},
{
"author": "Charity",
"message": "I assume you have my orders Viggo."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "indeed charity.\n\npms sent to everyone that hasn't gotten their orders in."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "yeah so i still only have five."
},
{
"author": "Maldiem",
"message": "Well, we could look for more players. There seem to be replacements pretty readily available."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "for half the game? i'll give it a shot, i suppose..."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "it's dead. sorry folks."
},
{
"author": "Maldiem",
"message": " England Declares Unilateral Victory \n\nI mean, come on, we conquered China with one fleet."
},
{
"author": "thewamp",
"message": "Just in case anyone's reading this, I invite you to this game."
}
] |
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{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " Well, here's the IC thread. First thing tomorrow, I'll make the first post. Or maybe later today. Whichever time allows.\n \n\nAlright. Well, I'm making the first post now. You and your party have all banded together, and met up at the human city of Dappled Fields. The Elf has just met up with you, and has just recently told you why you were summoned, and told you that the King of the Elves wishes an audience with you.\n\n You are standing outside the city, which is surrounded by a wooden paliside with a few bored looking sentries atop platforms. The gates stand open before you, and the hustle and bustle of a city can be clearly seen, heard, and unfortunately, as you are at the gate that opens into the poor center, smelt. The Poor center is a square center surrounded by shoddily constructed and unplanned-looking wooden houses. A fountain stands in the centre, but it is not flowing and filled with grime, probably through many years of the more hygeine conscious peasants bathing. In front of the fountain is what looks like a badly constructed wooden stall. There is some writing on the top, but it is too hard to read from this distance. Next to you, you see another group of what obviously are adventurers. One is a male human, dressed in the garb of a monk, one is a female Elf, wearing an extremely revealing robe, there is another female Elf, but this one is in the heavy armour and robe of a Cleric, and one is an extremely feminine looking Halfling. All of them are bristling with weapons in the manner that adventurers usually are and as is typical among adventurers, carrying it off rather strikingly. \n\n((Your move. You can interact with the other party of adventurers, investigate the strange stall, just talk, or ignore the city, and head straight on out to the Elven city of T'nik, with appropriate directions from the Elf of course.))"
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": "((DM Question: Do I know where I'm going, or do I need to ask for directions?)) \n Kit \n\nThe previous day ...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe elf in heavy armor tromped up to the gate, weary to his bones. While normally elves are graceful in all they do, this one seems to be having a harder time than most. He is young, even younger than elves normally look, and his thick, black hair is plastered to his skull, his helmet banging against his thigh with every step. The symbol for the moon is carved upon his shield, and dangles again from a cord around his neck. He stares up at the city gates, with wonder in his eyes, and a smile creeping over his face.\n\nHe is here! Dappled Fields! Here he will be meeting the others of the summons. Excitement lifts his step and he almost bounces as he passes beneath the gate. As he does so, he suddenly feels small. This huge city is a city of giants! Everywhere he looks, buildings and people are much larger than he's used to, and for an elf he's tall! His mouth drops open in amazement and he spins around in a small circle to stare in wonder.\n\n\"'Ey there! Wotcher doing!\" shouts a man from his cart.\n\nThe elf jumps back to avoid the horse's hooves, as startled by the crowds as the size of the city itself. There are humans, of course, this is their city, but he's never seen so many in one place before. And gnomes, he knows what gnomes are, there are even some at home, in Elven lands. The other, smaller creatures he doesn't understand at first, they look like elven children, with their jewel-like eyes and pointed ears, but then he know: they're halflings! Mayhap cousins of the taller elves, he runs up to the first one he sees.\n\n\"Greetings, cousin!\" he says, grinning broadly. His name runs off his tongue like music: \"I'm Ke'Kitathas El'Tulari, greetings!\"\n\nThe halfling sniffs, \"Damn foreigners!\" and turns abruptly away.\n\nThe brief disappointment of that encounter is pushed aside just as surely and inexorably as the crowd presses upon the elf, carrying him down market streets, past shops and inns and alehouses, food stalls and stables, and places of worship. There's so many! Every god in the pantheon must have a church on this street! There's even a small shrine to Corellon Larethian and he manages to worm his way through the crowd and say a few prayers of thanks.\n\n\"Pray, Lord,\" he beseeches, \"give me a sign that I might recognize they I have been set forth to seek.\"\n\nHe sets off once more and before long is hopeless and totally lost. All the buildings look the same, one after the other, until he suddenly realizes he's turned a corner and there are no more crowds. Here only the grim visages of once-great houses remain, their inhabitants as shabby and unkempt as the buildings, their faces and clothes streaked with grime and dust, stinking of the desperation caused by the day-to-day scrapings of a society that no longer cares. The elf realizes he's being stared at by non-friendly eyes, he clutches his holy symbol and hastily backtracks. His armor and weapons may have made him a tougher target than normal and so far repelled any attackers, but he was in no hurry to go deeper in that warren.\n\nHe turns around hastily and almost runs over a street urchin. His little face is almost indistinguishable beneath the dirt and grime and his clothes are almost the same color as his skin. He is bare of feet and staring up at the elf with the largest, most pitiful eyes he's ever seen.\n\n\"Pardin me, gov'ner,\" pipes the boy, holding out his hand, \"Have you a mite to spare?\"\n\nThe elf stares at him in some confusion for a moment. He doesn't want to shake that hand, and it doesn't really look like that's what's being offered, so what does the child want?\n\n\"Um, yes?\"\n\nThe boy grins expectantly. That smile fades as the elf keeps staring. Impatience wars with amusement until the boy can no longer hold it in.\n\nThe elf rocks back on his heels as the child laughs at him, full, body-shaking laughter that is so big it doesn't seem possible to have come from this small child.\n\n\"Are ye lost?\" asks the boy, noting with interest the shiny new gear, newly christened with travel stains.\n\nThe elf nods in relief. \"Yes. Can you help me? I'm looking for someone.\"\n\n\"Who?\"\n\nHe recits from memory: \"Cristobal Hawk, Tamly Loarmack, Erunak Keftian, and Skjaldbakka.\"\n\n\"Skjaldbakka!\" exclaims the boy. \"I know who he is!\"\n\n\"You do?\"\n\n\"Sure! His father owns the alchemy shop on Temple Street.\"\n\n\"Will you take me there?\"\n\n\"It'll cost you.\"\n\n\"Cost?\" The elf stares at him quizzically for a minute, and then his face lights up. \"Oh! You want me to pay you!\" He fumbles in his pouch and pulls out a silver coin. \"Here.\"\n\nThe boy shakes his head quickly, looking around, and presses the coin back in the elf's hand. \"What, you mad or somethin'?\" he demands. \"You canna be flashin' that stuff 'round here! And who's gonna believe I earn that fair and square?\" He looks up at the elf's puzzled face and sighs. Just his luck to get an idiot to scam and he couldn't scam them! \"Jus' give me a copper.\"\n\n\"Oh. Very well.\" The elf hands him a different coin, watching with interest as it magically seems to vanish. \"My name is Ke'Kitathas El'Tulari. What's yours?\"\n\n\"Eh?\" says the boy. \"What was that?\"\n\nThe elf sighs. \"Just call me Kit.\"\n\nThe boy brightens. \"I'm Jack. Come on, Temple Street is this way.\"\n\nWith Jack at his side, Kit is soon standing in front of a large alchemy store, nestled right between two temples. He must have passed it before, but he doesn't remember seeing it. \"Thank you!\" he tells the boy, but Jack is already gone. Kit walks inside. The interior of the shop is as proportionate to humans as the rest of the city and again Kit feels very much like a child again, with everything so large and out of his reach. He goes to the counter, to speak to the gnome sitting upon a stool and peering at small gems beneath some kind of a device fastened to his eyes.\n\n\"Excuse me,\" he says, \"but do you know where I might find Skjaldbakka?\"\n\n\"Found him,\" grunts the gnome.\n\n\"Oh! Oh,\" Kit repeats himself, fumbling with his bags. \"Then this is for you.\" He sets a roll of parchment, sealed with wax and the imprint of the Royal Elven house.\n\nThe gnome sets down his gems and lifts his eyepiece to stare at the letter, and then to look over the elf who was still staring back at him curiously. He did not appear to be the usual sort of messenger.\n\n\"If you're coming,\" says the elf, \"I'll meet you by the city gates tomorrow morning.\"\n\nWhen the gnome continues to look at him, Kit backs up uncertainly and takes his leave. Still trying to figure out what he did wrong, he's taken completely by surprise when four little street urchins surround him as soon as he steps outside onto the street. Jack is there, however, and manages to contain the crowd.\n\n\"We know where your other friends are!\" says Jack proudly.\n\nKit is dazed by this sudden turn of events. He hands three more copper pieces to Jack, one for each of his remaining letters. \"Take me.\"\n\nWith Jack's help, soon all of the letters are delivered. One to the Wizard Guild for a human named Cristobal, one to a small inn, to the halfling bard there named Tamly (Kit almost doesn't want to leave, he wants to stay and listen to the music), and two are found towards the entrance of the city, at the job boards and the shops and stalls nearby.\n\nMission complete, Jack takes him back to Temple Street, back to the shrine of Correlon so that Kit doesn't get further lost in the sudden dark of evening. He thanks the child profusely and hands him another copper before going inside and giving his thanks to his deity. The lone caretaker of the shrine takes pity on the elf and lets him sleep there on the floor, and when morning comes, Kit's the first one to the city gates, standing by the noxious fountain and wondering if he has time to go on one of those \"Site Seeing Toors\" being advertised nearby.\n \n\nToday:\n\nKit looks over at the most conspicuous and ill-assorted group as he's ever seen. And yet, two are elves and curiosity is practically flowing out his ears. Should he go talk to them? They're adventurers, right? Real adventurers! They probably have lots of great stories to tell! And one's a cleric, too!\n\nHe starts in that direction several times, but then, just as quickly retreats, looking up at the sky as the sun starts to rise and inch slowly over the horizon. He needed to wait and see if any of the invites would be accepted. Of course, he wasn't sure if he knew how to make it back to T'nik from here and he so needed an excuse to go talk to those two, beautiful female elves over there! What to do, what to do?"
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"author": "Glawackus",
"message": "((Here goes nothing, I guess.))\n\n Erunak \n\nYesterday\n \n Spoiler \n\nErunak cracked a knuckle absent-mindedly, looking up at the gates of Dappled Fields, and sighed. He rested his hand for a moment on the end of his mace, running his hand over the grip, shrugged, and moved into the city.\n\nHe looked around, spotting \"Turkey\" Hasch and his outfit. They were good mercenaries, he thought, even if Turkey was known for having light fingers when it came to visiting the employer's command post. He was taken aback for a moment to see Yeirt with them, and then got ahold of himself and nodded. Yeirt, he thought... Cuthbert's cudgel , he thought, haven't seen him since the war. He looks old...and he was the youngest of us, too .\n\nHe moved past them, and turned down Brass Street towards the inn. He picked his way over two intoxicated dwarves in the doorway, horizontal and still trying to roar their way through another of their drinking songs. The innkeeper glanced over at him as he entered.\n \"Rooms?\"\n \"Take number four upstairs if you want it,\" the man commented, more concentrated on the glass he was attempting to dry with his dirty apron. \"It'll be two pieces a night.\"\n \"I won't be staying long,\" Erunak replied, the floor creaking under his boots.\n\n The night passed without event, and Erunak arose in the morning, pulling his armor back on as he did every day. He walked back out through the inn's front room, almost tripping over one of the drunkards sprawled on the floor. He made his way over to Temple Street, and stopped in at Cuthbert's temple there. He said a brief prayer, and left as the priest arose to greet him.\n\n Erunak decided to go see what the job boards were like--he'd received the summons, of course, but he liked to know what else was going on. Not very interesting, except for some unlucky noble who had some kind of creature running amok in his manor.\n A hand tugged at his cape. One hand going towards his mace without even thinking, he turned.\n A street urchin whose smell stood out even above the...aromas...of the city held out a letter. \"For you, Mister,\" he said, \"from that weird elf.\"\n Erunak glanced up in time to see a vaguely elven form in armor moving away through the crowd. He looked back down at the boy, who was still watchign the elf.\n \"He looked at me like I was some kinda boot-shiner when I asked him for a mite,\" the boy commented.\n \"Thanks,\" Erunak muttered, snapping open the seal and reading through the contents. He sighed, knowing that the gate the elf was talking about was on the other side of the market, which would be full of people by now. \"Can't ever meet somewhere convenient,\" he grumbled under his breath, jamming the letter into a pocket.\n \n\n\nToday:\n\nErunak picks his way through the crowd, gently but firmly pushing aside a merchant jibbering in some language about the chicken in his hands and spots two elves, one of which appears to be the armored one who sent the note, and one of which appears to be...well, barely clothed, for one thing.\n\nHe starts moving towards them, ignoring the tall elf who seems to be waiting for someone else and looking around at the scenery. Freaking tourists , he thinks."
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"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((Insert nifty idea noise here))\n\n((Well, if you have any questions, please colour them red, so I can see them easily))\n\n((Also, great! I see I chose well with my players so far. You seem to be extremely good at thinking up a storyline. Also, if you are going down a street or something else that you don't know the name too, then don't worry. Make up a name, and unless it's written into the plot then I'll accept it. Also, the Poor centre has an exit to the north that leads to the government centre [Government Building and Upper Class Housing], an exit to the west that leads to the residential centre [Middle Class Housing], and an exit to the west that leads to the merchant centre [Merchants, and the only good Inn in Town, The Flying Horse]. There are a few merchant shops selling essentials to the poor-folk that would be useless to you in the poor centre and also one Inn for poor travellers that Erunak [Glawackus] came out of. Also, if you don't mention your name within a post, put [Character Name] in whatever colour you use to make your speech stand out at the top. Kit's blue, and Erunak is Olive (I think). First one to shotgun their colours gets to use them.))"
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"author": "Calamity",
"message": " Tamly \n\nYesterday\n \n Spoiler \nTamly stood before the gates which towered over him. \"Humans build everything so tall, even when they walk under gates like this they look small\" Mumbling mainly because he was reminding himself of the first time he came to Dapple Fields, it was the first human town he'd ever been to, and he was overwhelmed by the size of it all. He was used to the size now he had travelled around human lands. Thankfully, he knew his way around this time, and didn't spend 5 hours trying to find the Inn.\n\n\"Say, you look familiar, yet you're not a regular here, where do I know you from?\" The Innkeeper said as he watched Tamly enter.\n\"You have a good memory, I was in here 5 years ago\"\n\"That long? I can't imagine why I would remember you from 5 years ago.\"\n\"Would it have something to do with a certain artifact?\" Tamly whispered. A cold face appeared on the innkeeper.\n\"Glad to see you've gone to whispering that rather than shouting it out loud and scaring away the customers, Tamly.\"\n\"Listen, I'm sorry but I'm not not here to talk, I have to leave in the morning, how much are rooms again?\"\n\"Never mind about the money, I don't have a bard tonight as he's ill, the customers are complaining about the lack of atmosphere.\n\"So you want me to play?\"\n\"Yes, if you will, then you can stay the night.\"\n\nSo Tamly got his mandolin ready and performed for the rest of the customers in order to earn his room for the night. During his performance he thought he spotted a human fighter, Tamly wanted to go over to him but he was still only near the beginning of his performance. As the performance was drawing to a close, an elf in scale mail entered the inn, carrying a letter. The elf seemed to be in a hurry at first, and gave the innkeeper the letter. The elf then turned back to the door, but started walking slowly towards it, watching the stage. When Tamly finished his tune, the elf was gone.\n\n\"Letter for you, Tamly.\" The innkeeper walked over to Tamly, handing him the letter.\n\"From the elf?\"\n\"Yeah, by the sounds of things, it's important.\"\n\"Hmm, must've been Kit.\"\n\"You know him?\"\n\"Uhh, not exactly. Oh, by the way, did you see where that human fighter went?\"\n\"He went upstairs, I wouldn't recommend disturbing him though, he's probably asleep\"\n\"Never mind, did you get his name?\"\n\"No, sorry, he didn't say much. Not everyone's as talkative as you, you know.\"\nTamly snickered a little. \"Okay, well, which room am I in?\"\n\"Room 2, here are the keys.\"\n\nTamly headed up to his room. Sat on the bed, he opened the letter, which told him to meet up at the city gates tommorrow morning.\n \n\n\nToday\n\nTamly heads back towards the gate, slightly lost due to the crowd. Dodging human feet, he manages to get to the gate. He sees two groups at the gate, one consists of the human and the elf Tamly saw at the Inn. Knowing who gave the innkeeper the letter made it easier for Tamly to decide which group to head towards, however he almost started walking towards the other group when he spotted the female halfling there. Regaining control of himself, he greeted Kit and the fighter with a jolly smile.\n\"Greetings, Kit, and you must be Erunak. I'm Tamly.\""
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"author": "Glawackus",
"message": "((Darn elves, you all look alike to me! 😛 ))\n\n Erunak \n\nErunak hears his name and looks over his shoulder. A halfling with a mandolin slung over his shoulder is looking at him expectantly, and he realizes that he's got the wrong party.\n\n \"Oh. Right.\" \n\nHe moves away from the other group and looks around. Might as well make some kind of introduction. \n \"Erunak Keftian. Just another grunt.\" "
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"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": "Cristobal feels a momentary surge of superiority as Eruniak describes himself as \"...just another grunt.\" This fades quickly to be replaced by a feeling of shaky numbness that has pervaded his existence for the past two weeks. Since being cast out of his father's house he has felt a sort of vulnerability he never imagined before.\n\nThinking through the situation logically he should strike up a conversation with these people. He needs friends to protect him in the absence of his wealth and position. The trouble is, he isn't any good at these situations. He's always kept contact with creatures that he hasn't summoned to a minimum. It's a way of life that he now regrets. Paralyzed by social awkwardness, Cristobal nervously fidgets with his equipment and says nothing."
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"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((Well, we're just waiting for Skjald, then you can discuss what to do. Also, if you have room, it might be a good idea to put the following in a spoiler box in your signature: HP, AC [Normal, Touch and Flat], Init Mod, Attributes, your Saves and Spot/Listen mod's. Also, [For Casters] if you haven't already, then a post in the OOC thread with your Spells memorized/remaining Spells per day on it would be good. Of course, if these are already on your char' sheet or similar thing, then that's fine. ))\n\n((Sorry to be a bore, but it saves a lot of time. 🙂 ))\n\n(Also, great! almost everyone has made their first post, and everyone has obviously spent time on them to show their characters personalities as soon as possible.))"
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"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((Hmm. I have heard tell on the grapevine, that players like to be rewarded for going beyond the call of duty. Thus; I have decided to reward people. Create an extremely good backstory, or a nifty new object, class, item or some other thing that I can use in the game and thus;\n\n-And inspiration struck the Player, and verily, for days and nights he laboured, and he brought his creation to the DM, and the DM said unto the Player; Thou hast done work in my name well, now take your reward, and use it wisely.\nAnd the DM granted upon the Player many experience points, and the Player did grin, and the people did laugh, and feast upon the fruits, and trees, and breakfast cereals, and orangutans, and vargouilles, and-\n\n-Extract from; the holy biblee [bib-leey] Experience, verse 14, lines 3-8\n\nYou get the picture. Now, the reward can only be claimed once per level, and will vary according to submission quality. I like this, because it means that the DM can use new material to improve their game, and PC's get delicious experience points.))"
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"author": "Grrth",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Calamity \n \"Greetings, Kit, and you must be Erunak. I'm Tamly.\" \n \n\nKit bowed as much as possible (which wasn't much) in his bulky armor.\n\n\" Well, actually, \" he started to say, but then stopped. \" Uh, yes, I'm Kit, it's a pleasure to meet you, Master Tamly. And you, Master Keftian. I am pleased to see you have accepted the High King's invitation. \"\n\nHe stepped a short distance away, recognizing the other human male. He was decidedly pleased to actually be taller than someone (and a someone who was more than three feet tall!) \" I give you greetings, Master Hawk. \"\n\nLooking over the group, Kit nodded slightly. This was turning out better than he'd expected! Almost all the invites had been accepted. He was a little disappointed, because now he surely had no time for a tour, but on the plus side, that female elven cleric had glanced his way a couple times!\n\n\" We shall wait a short while longer, \" said Kit to the others, \" and then we must be on our way. Time is of the essence. \" Or at least, that's what they kept telling me! \n\nThere was one more that might be coming, that gnome from Temple Street. Kit glanced sideways at the halfling. A real halfling! Coming with them, and a bard, too! This was going to be so exciting!"
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"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((Ah, you posted just as I was editing the above post Grrth. Well, make sure to read it, as I think I only got it in a second ago. Also, still waiting for Skjald.🫤 ))"
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"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "{{Sorry guys, I had family stuff come up. I'll have something up here in a few. I'm putting it up in pieces at the moment.}}\n\n Skjaldbakka \n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 9/9\nAC: [N:13 T:11 F:13]\nInit: +0\nS:10 D:10 C:17 I:18 W:8 CH:10\nFort:+3 Refl:+2 Will:-1\nSpot:-1 Listen:+5\n \n\n\nCharacter Image:\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n\nYesterday:\n \n Spoiler \n\nA gnome is sitting at his favorite bar, drinking his favorite brandy, ruminating on his latest take. His reverie is disturbed as his keen ears pick up his name being uttered by someone on the streets. He slips a gold piece onto the bar, and slips out without a sound. He sees a well-armed elf speaking with one of the orphans from the league. Skjaldbakka catches his eye, and the urchin nods ever-so sublty. I am glad I'm paid up with the Orphan League, he'll show him the long way around, and give me time to get home first. \n\nThe Gnome waits for the elf and Kit to be out of sight, and then takes the short way home. \"Quick dad, I need your help! I need you to pretend to be me for a moment, while I hide next to the door. There's a heavily armed elf has been looking for me, and I don't know why. Kit's taking him the long way 'round, so we have a few minutes to prepare.\" \n\nSkjald lurked in the shadows as the elf walked in, handed the letter to his father, and then walked out.\n\n \"OK, what's in the letter?\" He says as he slips out of the shadows once more. He lets out a low whistle when he sees the seal of the Royal Elven House on the letter. \"Well I guess I have to go, don't I? Otherwise I'll always wonder what this is about.\" \n \"Don't worry, I'll keep safe.\" \n \n\n\nToday:\n\nA gnome walks up to the group gathered by the gate, and nods at the people gathered there. \"This is an interesting situation, isn't it? Bunch of adventurers, a halfling, and a gnome standing around here, wondering who all these strange people are, and what they are going to be doing a week from now. Introductions, maybe? You can call me Skjald.\" "
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"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((Ah good, everone's here. Now, you should all decide on a course of action. Also, you've run out of time to decide whether or not you interact with the other group, thus;))\n\n After Skjald' makes his introductions, you see a well dressed courtier with the symbol of the Royal house of King Evane [Human King], come and and talk briefly with the adjacent group, before leading them away. As they leave, Kit is sure that he sees the Elf Mage woman turn and wink at him. "
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"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n Did she just ... wink at me? \n\nKit stared after for a moment, dry of mouth and blushing. He had to shake off the urge to run over there right away and introduce himself. Oh, oh, and the cleric was leaving, too, they were all leaving! Oh, bother!\n\nHalf-embarrassed, half-irritated, Kit turned back to the gnome who'd just introduced himself. He frowned.\n\n\" You are not the gnome I delivered my letter to. \" His hand went to his sword hilt. \" Explain! \"\n\nHe scowled at the gnome. He'd missed his opportunity to talk to those females, and now this gnome wanted to play games! Did they really have time for this?\n\n\" Hey! \" he interrupted before the gnome could speak, curiosity overcoming suspicion, \" How did you know I was looking for Skaldbakka, anyway? \""
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"author": "Calamity",
"message": " Tamly \n\nTamly looks disenheartened at the other group leaving, but seeing the human king (at least, that's who he assumed the regal-looking man was) brought a little excitement.\n\nTamly then turns his attention to Kit and Skjald. Taken aback at Kit's sudden hostility, Tamly looks puzzled.\n\n What is going on here? "
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"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": " Nine Hells! They're going to fight! What do I do?! What do I do?! \n\nCristobal was not expecting this and hasn't been in this sort of situation before. He takes a few steps to put Eruniak between himself and the impending showdown.\n\n Think fast! You could \"grease\" them both to stop the fight. That would make them both angry. No good.\n\nYou could stay out of it. That might be the safest. No. Most cautious, not safest. Starvation is just as deadly as that sword Kit carries. You need a job.\n\nHelp Kit. He's the one offering a job. If he dies who knows when another job offer will come along. \n\nCristobal's Actions \n Spoiler \n Cristobal's actions:\n\nReady Summon Monster I to be cast as soon as Tamly or Kit attack one another.\n\nDirect the summoned creature to attack Tamly.\n \n\n\nStats \n Spoiler \n\nCristobal's Stats:\n\nHP:5/5\nAC:11 Touch: 11 Flat-Footed: 10\nInitiative Mod.: +1\nSaves: Ref: +1 Fort: +1 Will: 0\nSpot/Listen: -2\n\nSpells: 0th lvl. Save DC: For Conjuration: 13 (10+2 int+1 specialization)\n For other schools: 12 (10+2 int)\n\nAcid Splash\nDetect Magic\nDetect Poison\nLight\nMage Hand\n\nSpells: 1st lvl. Save DC: For Conjuration: 14 (10+1 level+2 int+1 spec.)\n For other schools: 13 (10+1 level+2 int)\n\nMage Armor\nGrease\nSummon Monster I\n "
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"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n Did she just wink at the elf?\n\nErunak gapes for a moment and then realizes something's going on. \"Wait--\"\nHe notices the conjurer moving out of view and muttering under his breath. Cursed magic users , he thinks, always on a hair-trigger .\n\nErunak's actions\n \n Spoiler \n Wait and see what the conjurer does. If he attacks anyone, take him down and figure out just what is going on.\n "
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"author": "Calamity",
"message": " Tamly \n Oh no, everyone seems to have got very tense. What to do? \n\nTamly's actions\n \n Spoiler \nStep away from Kit and Skajd. Be ready to support the party should anyone attack.\n "
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"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((Now now, we can't have everyone killing each other all of a sudden.))\n\n A small crowd has gathered by now, always eager to see some free entertainment. As Tamly steps away, you hear a cry. \n Hey! Er... Stop in the name of the law? \n A nervous looking young human man, dressed in shiny looking mail with the symbol of a sword across a shield, steps out of the crowd. Following him, a dwarf wearing much older, rustier looking mail with an identical symbol also steps out. The Dwarf rolls his eyes at the boy. \n Oh, very commanding boy. \n He speaks in a sarcastic imitation of the boy. \n Oh, please stop in the name of the law! \n Sighing, the Dwarf turns to the group. \n Now now, if you want to duel, take it outside the city limits. we'll have no fighting in the poor centre, or I'll have to shoot you in the face. \n The Dwarf says this easily, as if this is an everyday occurence for him. "
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"author": "Glawackus",
"message": "((Oh, you guys...))\n\n Erunak \n \"Thank you, sir,\" Erunak says, nodding to the dwarf officer and giving a little smile to the greenhorn watchman.\n\nHe looks around at the party members. \"Alright, lads. The artifact is the mission, here, not to blow each other to kingdom come. What's going on here?\" "
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"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\n\n\" Going on? \" Kit echoed, turning around. \" Ooh, a dwarf! Hi! \" He recoiled from the bearded fellow's glare. \" Um ... greetings, officer? \"\n\nIf elves could blush, this one did as one of his new companions leaned over to whisper in his ear. \" Um, we're not, um, dueling, officer! \" He lifted both hands in the air, feeling a little foolish, but not wanting to get in trouble. \" See? No weapons? \"\n\n Oh, could this really have gotten off to a worse start? Kit groaned. And scowled at the gnome, who had the temerity to laugh. Suddenly, something clicked.\n\n\" You played some kind of joke on me, didn't you? \" he asked the gnome. Now that he'd had a chance to look, he noted the familial resemblence. As this gnome appeared to be younger than the other, what, was the other one, father, uncle, cousin maybe?\n\n\" If you're, erm, Skald, then who was the guy I gave the letter to? \" He tried not to appear as worried as he felt. He'd never been entrusted with anything this important before, if he'd messed it up ...!\n\n\n((Okay, this just got really out of hand, such was not my intention, Kit was only trying to look tough. I apologize, I'll try to be more clear in the future.))"
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"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((Oh, no worries, just like real life, PC's don't always say the right thing.))\n\n The Dwarf sighed, and the human looked more relaxed. \n Hmph. Alright. \n He gestured towards the conjurer. \n You might want to keep a leash on your Mage there. Last I heard, wizards know how to fight with more than just weapons. We've got enough troubles already with the sewers and the goblins and all without people killing each other on the streets. \n\nThe novice watchman furrowed his brows and looked at the Dwarf.\n\n I still don't know why they don't just post one of us there. \n You don't know how things work here yet boy. We'll just wait for someone to answer the notice pinned up on the watchhouse. \n With that, the two leave, and walk into a building with a tarnished bronze plaque that says; 'watch'. "
},
{
"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": " What? I haven't done anything, Sir! \n\nCristobal says to the dwarf as he does his best to feign innocence.\n(Bluff -2)\n\n Anyway, if we are all friends again, we had better get this job started. I believe you will be leading the way Master Kit. \n \n Spoiler \n\n\nCristobal's Stats:\n\nHP:5/5\nAC:11 Touch: 11 Flat-Footed: 10\nInitiative Mod.: +1\nSaves: Ref: +1 Fort: +1 Will: 0\nSpot/Listen: -2\n\nSpells: 0th lvl. Save DC: For Conjuration: 13 (10+2 int+1 specialization)\nFor other schools: 12 (10+2 int)\n\nAcid Splash\nDetect Magic\nDetect Poison\nLight\nMage Hand\n\nSpells: 1st lvl. Save DC: For Conjuration: 14 (10+1 level+2 int+1 spec.)\nFor other schools: 13 (10+1 level+2 int)\n\nMage Armor\nGrease\nSummon Monster I\n "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n \"Indeed. Lead on, friend.\" \n Cuthbert preserve us all. "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"No harm intended. You did come wandering about looking for me, clad so in that neighborhood. I took what precautions I thought necessary. The gentleman you handed the letter to was my father, so no harm done.\" \n\nThe gnome pauses for a moment, and then continues in a more cheerful tone.\n\n \"Rest assured that if you had meant to do more than deliver a letter to my home, I would still be safe. They say that us gnome's out lucky, but I prefer to make my own luck with proper preperations and plans. Just the kind of luck you tall folk will be needing on this adventure.\" \n\nHe turns and winks at the halfling.\n\n \"Isn't that right cousin?\" "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": "((I'm assuming I know where I'm going, then...))\n\n Kit: \n\nKit watched the two officers leave, and then shook his head. He felt torn and rather guilty for not immediately offering to help them with their problem, but he was, after all, on a mission. There was no time for what were probably just big rats ...\n\nKit shook hands with the gnome. \" Well, erm, Skald, then I give you greetings. \" He turned and bowed slightly to the whole group. \" My name is Ke'Kitathas El'Tulari, but you may call me Kit. I am a cleric of Lord Corellon Larethian, and I shall be your guide to the elven city of T'nik. \"\n\nHis eyes flicked over each one in turn. The gnome did not appear to be a wizard, although his family was evidently in the business. Still, Skald's trickery might just come in handy; he was obviously an intelligent fellow, now that Kit thought about it, he realized that he probably could have been a lot less threatening in his approach. In fact, Kit was rather surprised he hadn't had more trouble.\n\nThen there was the obvious wizard, Master Hawk. As the dwarf had cautioned, this one would warrant a close eye. Master Keftian seemed to be a straight-forward fellow, probably a good one to have around in a fight, and then of course there was Master Tamly, the halfling bard. He certainly seemed to have a good head on his shoulders.\n\nYes, they would do nicely. The only one Kit still had reservations about was himself. He was the only one who didn't seem to have any prior experiences to recommend him for this mission. But, with these folks now at hand, he didn't feel quite so much like a glorified messenger boy anymore.\n\nKit adjusted his pack upon his back. \" Well, shall we get going, then? I can explain what else I know as we go, though I warn you it's not much. \"\n\nHe didn't wait, but headed out of the city, trusting that the others would follow."
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": "((I follow. Do I really need to say anything else? 😛 ))"
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((Alright, I'm going to take that as the will of the party to head off to the Elven city. It's going to take one and a half days walk, so during that time feel free to roleplay what you're doing, perhaps have a little chat between PC's, that sort of thing.))\n\n After leaving the gates of the city behind, you progress quickly along the road. The scenery becomes more natural, with less de-forestation and agriculture as you get closer to the Elven City. A few travellers coming from the Elven city pass you, but they seem in rather a hurry and don't stop to speak with you. \n\n((Well, nothing has happened on your journey... so far...))"
},
{
"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": "Cristobal mumbles his consent to Kit's plan to head toward T'nik, and shuffles into line behind Kit. He spends most of the journey lost in thought, staring at the ground in front of his feet. He finds himself in an endless loop of contemplation with three main points:\n\n1. His situation is bad.\n2. He needs to reinvent himself in order to survive.\n3. His current course of action is his best option.\n\nAfter he has convinced himself of these facts for the fifth time or so, he begins to wonder why he can't get his mind off of these things.\n\n When we get to T'nik things will be different. Then I will have some more details to concentrate on. I can start to think about constructive things then. "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n\nErunak, no stranger to long marches, doesn't quite mind the journey. A thought suddenly occurs to him. \"...Kit. How'd the higher-ups end up tapping you for this job anyhow?\" "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": "((what do we want our default marching order to be? I don't mind putting Kit in front since he has the highest AC, although I personally find that a bit odd 😛 ))\n\n Kit: \n\nGlancing sideways at Erunak, Kit replies, \" I honestly don't know, Master Keftian. Everyone I know finds my selection ... quite peculiar. \" He glanced backwards at Cristobal. \" That is one of the things I wish to ask the King, should I have the nerve. \"\n\nKit bounces a little in his step. \" I do hope we shall meet with the king personally! I've never met him, seen him of course, but never close up, this is a great honor. \""
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((Well, I usually let my players take care of marching order, and if they haven't by the time an encounter occurs, then I arrange the order as I see fit.))"
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": "ooc: messed that up well and truly. I just deletd the original content, so if you already read it It might be worded different: doing it now.\n\n\nStriding dwon the track towards the grup comes a stranger standing over six feet tall with close cropped blond hair and the most piercing blue eyes you ever saw.\n\nWhe he gets within hailing range he shouts Hello there, you seem to be the party I was looking for \n\nHe keeps walking until coming to a stop beside the group, he then drops his voice and keeps talking.\n I was told to fnd a party. A motley collection of races but lacking the benefit of a dwarf. You seem to fit the description and I seem to be your missing dwarf. \n\nHe stops briefly looking around and with a sweeping gesture continues\n Rissit, Cleric of Pelor at your service. Rather, and more approriately perhaps, at the service of the king and the artifact "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nKit pauses, staring suspiciously at this tall stranger, and crossing his arms over his chest to keep from reaching for his sword.\n\n\" You're looking for us ? \" he asks. His mind jumps to what he feels is the most pertinent bit of information. \" Whose service did you say you are in? \""
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n \"I didn't say whose service I was in. I offered you my service to your group. Then, by way of indicating my knowledge of your ...uhhhh ..intentions shall we say, I indicated it may be more approriate to offer my sevice to the king and the artifact. Which would be correct if I were to join your group, No?\" \n \"I represent...ummmm....other interested parties. Parties who have knowledge of your intended quest. Parties who have recived communication from the king.I shall be the, umm, dwarf in your party\" "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nThe surprised elf looks the man (?) up and down, feeling a smile tugging at his lips. He gives in and laughs, wiping tears from his eyes.\n\n\" A dwarf? You? \" He glances back at Skald. \" This must be another joke! \"\n\nHe extends his hand to the 'dwarf' and says, \" Greetings, I am ... Call me Kit! You have spoken truly, we are on a mission of some import. \" Belatedly, he recalls the one letter he'd been unable to deliver in the city. \" What did you say your name was? \""
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n \"I said my name is Rissit. I have been sent from the Dwarrowdelf mines of king Gemcutter the third. The attitude amongst dwarves to your quest is somewhat, shall we say, different than most other races. Hence not only my presence but also my late arrival\" "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": "((You're a little short for a stormtrooper... XD))\n\n Erunak \n \"What do you mean by the dwarves' attitude being...different? How do they know of our task in the first place?\" \n\nErunak frowns. Everything so far has been straightforward, and now this six-foot man comes forward and says he is representing the dwarves. \n \"Be a giant with a fruit basket from the kobolds any minute now,\" Erunak mutters to himself."
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n\nRissit prepares to explain a begins,\n \"The kings have discussed the matter I believe. King Gemcutter and the king who has engaged or a least recruited you. I am unaware how things stnd so far between you and the king other than that a group has been chosen, have you met the king or been given any guidance yet?\" \n\nHe looks around as if to check he can't be overheard.\n \"As for the dwarven view, well they don't believe in the existence of the artifact. Despite repeated pleas king Gemcutter declined to send a representative. I visited at just the right time calling to see the kings son, a friend who I've known since childhood.\" \n\nPausing briefly to scratch his nose Rissit then continues,\n \"The king took the opportunity presented by my visit to ask if I would be interested in the possibilities offered by your pending exploits. It suited us both, I thought the adventure could be exciting and King Gemcutter thought I, not being a dwarf, was expendable. Not admittedly the nicest thing I've ever been called but hey, I like excitement and I like dwarves\" "
},
{
"author": "Calamity",
"message": " Tamly \n Wow, a human representing the dwarves? You must get as many funny looks as halfings do in the South Western towns. Needless to say though, I'm glad to meet you Rissit, I'm Tamly. "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "\" Well, I can sympathize somewhat with the dwarves in that regard. But the tallfolk seem to think it is important, so I'm along to make sure they don't do anything stupid.\" "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\n\" Aye, \" Kit says dryly, \" we're in good hands with this trickster gnome here. \" He smiles, meaning no offense. \" Rissit, you say? Representing the Dwarves? Well, then, we are in luck. \"\n\nAfter rummaging in his pack for a moment, Kit draws out the last letter and hands it to Rissit. \" This can only mean you, if King Gemcutter sent you. If you still wish to be a part of the mission, we are on our way to T'nik now. \" His grin grew a little wider. \" To see the king! \"\n\nGreetings past, Kit sets forth once more, content to let the others follow as they may."
},
{
"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": " Greetings Master Rissit. I am Cristobal Hawker. I'm the wizard of this party.\n\nMaster Kit, is there anyone else coming who might be joining us that we should know about?\n\nI believe someone broached the subject of our formation a while ago. I'd favor putting Kit and Eruniak up front since they have armor on their side. Ressit and I in the middle, and Tamly watching the rear. "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " ((Well, about a day has passed, so in a few hours I'll estimate it as a day and a half so then I'll post that you arrive.)) \n After a day and a half's hard walking, you have finally arrived at the Elven city of T'nik. The forest surrounds you, with lush verdant greenery and abundant wildlife. The Eleven village is comprised mainly of well made wooden houses, with a few made from rich and colourful marble. The village is surrounded by no wall, and has no visible defences. The road leads into the village about 40 feet away. "
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n \"Thank you kindly Kit, a letter for me you say, excellent. And off to see the king in to the bargain, what more could a man want. Well other than gold, gems, wine, women, adventure ,long life and plenty of dwarven company\" \n\nRissit stops to stroke his moustache, then realising he's shaved it off blushes, becomes a little less sure of himself and stutters briefly before continuing\n \"I shall at some point remember all of your details but my memory is a difficult beast to manage at times. Ever since I took an Orc warhammer in my left ear it's given me trouble. No amount of healing or magical remedies seem to help. When we have a little time later I'll write it all down, I hope no one will be offended if I forget their details until then\" "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n \"Quite a nice place here,\" Erunak says, looking around in an attempt to spot any sentries or rangers walking about the village perimeter. \"When we return from wherever we are going, I would be happy to see more of this place, Kit.\" "
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n\n \n Originally Posted by cristobal \n I believe someone broached the subject of our formation a while ago. I'd favor putting Kit and Eruniak up front since they have armor on their side. Ressit and I in the middle, and Tamly watching the rear. \n \n\n \"Well I'm happy with that position it fits my use to, and role within, the group\" "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": "Erunak nods his assent re: marching order.\n\n((feeling lazy :P))"
},
{
"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": " Foreign languages are sooo fun! says Cristobal in a tone of forced cheerfulness. Sometimes you can express yourself better in them, too. For instance in Draconic I could tell you.\n \n\n(Speaks in Draconic. Only for Draconic-speaking characters and DM.)\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nThere are two well-camouflaged elven warriors in concealed wooden structures carved from tree trunks near the side of the road.\n \n\n I couldn't tell you that in Elven or Common, though. Does anyone understand Draconic? I hope so. \n\nCristobal draws his dagger and begins using it to clean out under his fingernails. Then he begins to slap the flat of his blade against the palm of one hand repeatedly.\n\n Eruniak? You've traveled a great deal haven't you? You've seen many types of warriors from other cultures. Even some Elven cultures. Probably including some very, very subtle and stealthy groups, too? "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n \"I'm not quite that well-travelled, although I have seen some other warriors--mercenaries mostly, during my time in the army. The most impressive had to be this dwarf unit.\" Erunak looks over at the \"dwarf\" for a moment. \"We were chasing some greenskins that had holed up in an abandoned garrison, and they had closed the gates up tight. Archers everywhere. We couldn't get anywhere near the place without being turned inter a pincushion.\" Erunak smiles at a memory, and continues. \"Headquarters sent the dwarves. They marched up, took one look at the place, and waved one of their supply wagons off to the side and talked to the driver for a moment. I only know a few dwarven words, but they kept gesturing at the walls and pointing at the wagon. We camped for a week, and then, Captain Giles told us that we were going to make the charge on the garrison from the west side. The gate was on the north, and we were sure that old Giles had finally lost it--charging straight into a wall. He made it clear that it was an order, and we muttered about how he was going to get us all killed. We went up there, and did the best we could with shields to block the arrows. As soon as we were about six feet from the wall, there was this roaring sound, and the whole thing collapsed. A few orcs emerged from the dust, chasing after some gnomes, who were running like all the hells were after them, and laughing. We stood there dazed for a moment, watching the orcs trying to run down to the huge hole in the wall, and then the dwarves just charged in with this bellowing battlecry.\n\nThe gnomes had some kind of fire-powder that they'd used to take down the wall--the wagon I'd seen had been full of them, and casks of the powder. They'd spent the week digging under the wall, placing the casks just so, and then some brave mage of theirs sent a ball of fire into the whole thing and blew the wall sky high. That was probably the most impressive feat of stealth I've seen.\" \n\nErunak looks over at Skjald. \"You wouldn't happen to have any of that lying around, would you?\" \n Did I just make a joke? something inside Erunak asks."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"I do have some talent with explosives, although I prefer alchemical fire to black powder,\" Skjald says, nodding politely at the two elves hiding by the side of the road as they pass."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " Cristobal fidgets with his dagger, as if trying to tell the party something. Looking at him, each of you discern that he is trying to tell the party that there is a well camouflaged Elven force comprised mainly of mages and rangers creeping behind the party. "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by rovinpiper \n Foreign languages are sooo fun! says Cristobal in a tone of forced cheerfulness. Sometimes you can express yourself better in them, too. For instance in Draconic I could tell you.\n \n\n(Speaks in Draconic. Only for Draconic-speaking characters and DM.)\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nThere are two well-camouflaged elven warriors in concealed wooden structures carved from tree trunks near the side of the road.\n \n\n I couldn't tell you that in Elven or Common, though. Does anyone understand Draconic? I hope so. \n\nCristobal draws his dagger and begins using it to clean out under his fingernails. Then he begins to slap the flat of his blade against the palm of one hand repeatedly.\n\n Eruniak? You've traveled a great deal haven't you? You've seen many types of warriors from other cultures. Even some Elven cultures. Probably including some very, very subtle and stealthy groups, too? \n \n\n\nIf you weant to do something like that in future, just tell me and I'll send the message to the characters that can speak draconic."
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nThe elven cleric looks sideways to grin at Erunak as they approach the elven city of T'nik. A slight bob creeps into his step as he looks back ahead. He's home!\n\nHe hears the others talking, but he's not listening. His eyes are drinking in the sights. As wondrous and exciting as the little venture had been, nothing beats the sight of home -- but suddenly his smile turns to a frown and he slows his forward momentum, trying to make sense of what his eyes are telling him.\n\nTo either side of the main entrance to the city are two wooden structures, carved out of the trunk of a tree and camoflagued, as only elves can build a structure that looks as if it were grown. That is not what stikes Kit as odd. No, crouched beside the structure are two elves, likewise camoflaged to blend into the greenery. Their pikes, standard weapons of the forest guardians, lie on the ground. Only because he's looking does Kit even notice these implements as they are also naturally camoflaged, appearing to untrained eyes as just another tree branch. Although the elves are at rest, they are tense, their muscles poised to act upon a moment's notice, their hands deceptively close from their weapons.\n\nA slight movement draws Kit's gaze upward and his eyes widen in surprise. In the trees directly above him is another of the camoflaged elves, daggers in either hand. He starts in surprise as he catches Kit's gaze.\n\nMouth dropping open a little, Kit mouths, \"Wha ...?\"\n\nThe group has continued on, oblivious, and now Kit finds he's standing beside the wizard, and he runs the past conversation over in his mind again but can make little sense of it. Watching Cristobal now, however, Kit understands something else. He turns and looks away from the city, towards the armed party approaching from the rear.\n\nSomething was up, something that chilled his blood and made his mouth go dry. If the forest guardians were mobilizing, then something was seriously wrong. His heart hammers in his chest as a thousand possible reasons run pell-mell through his head and he has to struggle to stay calm and walk rather than run. He wants to run, right into the city and -- here he couldn't decide, would he go home or to the temple first? and his feet couldn't make up their minds, go forward or back?\n\nHe doesn't want to draw anymore attention to the hiding elves and is already afraid he's compromised their position, but he loosens his sword in its sheath anyway, as unobtrusively as he can, ignoring for now his bulky pack and the shield on his back as being too obvious. Still, he cannot keep his anxiety off his face or from his voice.\n\n\"Wait,\" he says, stopping the others, \"something's wrong.\""
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n\nErunak clenches the end of his mace, not quite sure of whether or not to draw it. \"What is it, Kit?\" he growls, looking into the woods as if expecting an orc behind every tree."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"An entire war party following us? I don't mean to be disparaging the ways of your people, but is that not a bit on the extreme side?\" \n\nThe gnome unhooks his cudgel from his belt, and props it as non-chalantly as possible across his shoulder, while simultaneously fingering a vial of orange liquid on his belt.\n\n \"Should I be concerned?\" "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " Noticing that you have discovered them, the Elves in the wooden structures get up, their spears at the ready. The Elf in the tree drops down behind you. There is now an Elf on either side of you and behind. There seems to be no war party following you, you must have mis-understood Cristobals gestures. They look as if they might be hostile for a moment, but then suddenly, an Elf dressed in crimson robes comes out of one of the houses and rushes towards you. \n Stop! These are not enemies brothers. \n The apparent Guards drop their weapons and the robed Elf turns to Kit. \n I understand that you were the representative that was appointed by the King. I'm afraid that there has been some changes while you were gone. Come and follow me, we have much to speak of. \n The Elf turns and walks back into the house that he came from, beckoning you to follow. "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"Well that is a relief,\" says Skjald as he follows the robed elf."
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n\nStill full of adrenaline, Erunak gives one of the guards a grin best described as \"more than slightly crazy\" and follows the others inside."
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nKit spins awkwardly between the elves as they converge on the party, not startled, but uncertain of where to turn, especially as the expected war party does not materialize. He finally settles on the red-robed elf with some relief, but even greater concern.\n\n Enemies? Surely they could not suspect me of leading enemies into my home? \n\nGranted, he's been so involved (his family would say obsessed) with learning the ways of the church that he's barely stepped outside its doors this past half-century or more, but he has this niggling suspicion that he ought to know this wizard-elf. ((OOC: assuming he's a wizard))\n\n At any rate, he seems to know me! \n\nBad thoughts continue to race through Kit's mind, from invaders to illness to treachery to ... he looks rather dazed as he follows the elf, gesturing vaguely for his companions to follow. This is indeed a bizarre welcome.\n\n\" Changes? \" he manages to blurt out once inside. \" What has happened? \""
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " The inside of the Elves hut is comfortably, but not lavishly furnished. A round table with eight seats sits in the middle of a carpeted floor, and a fire burns in a grate on the wall. The room is comfortably warm. Two doors are in the center of the wall on either side of you. The Elf sits down on the far seat and beckons to you. \n Sit down, please. \n When you are all sat down he scans all of you, getting a better look at you in these more comfortable settings. He turns to Kit and speaks to him. \n I welcome you back, and the... \n he pauses for a moment, as if searching for the word. \n Followers, You have brought. I'm afraid a little has changed since you left. The King has a new advisor, the one called Yaleartrixcallanonbernhaletaertarnor, from the newly formed house of the Purging Light. \n Looking at the faces of the party besides Kit, he clears his throat and speaks again. \n Ah, your companions may have difficulty pronouncing his true name, so his short-name is Yale. And it is by his counsel that the guards outside were stationed. Well, I have been instructed to bring you here and to give you food and lodgings. And... Well... I am sorry to tell you, but... There has been a tragedy. Kit, If I may call you Kit, I'm afraid that your family was found guilty of treason. They were tried and found guilty of conspiring to assassinate the King. It seems that your Father had a legitimate claim on the Throne, and that he attempted to speed his ascension through foul play.\n\nI'm sorry to say that he dragged your siblings into this as well. A trial, led by Yale, who has taken over the duties of the Most Honourable Terntaleblaertableforn, High Adjudicator of the Court in his unexplained absence, found them guilty yesterday of Treason. They were executed this morning. I'm... Sorry to be the one who has to tell you this. I do not wish to sound presumptuous, but I know how you must be feeling. My Half-Brother Pell, was also found guilty of treason a month ago. It seems that he dis-agreed with Yales new policies and... Tried to take the law into his own hands. Once again, I am sorry. You may find this hard to believe, but you are the new Prince of the Elves. Your Coronation is scheduled two days from now. Prince Kitathas, my Liege, you are to leave your arms and armour here, I am instructed to provide you lodgings for the night. \n The Elf looks truly sorry now, and in the clearer light, you can see that he is extremely haggard. Bags around his eyes signify lack of sleep, and he looks older than the sum of his years. "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Rettu Skcollob \n You may find this hard to believe, but you are the new Prince of the Elves. \n \n\n((OOC: oh my f***** ***!))\n\n((sorry, 'scuse me, gut reaction 😁 ))\n\n---\n\n Kit: \n\nKit froze. He couldn't process what he was being told. His father? Guilty of treason? ... Assassination? ... Line of succession? ... His father? Of royal lineage? ... Treason? ... Guilty of attempted assassination? His father? ... His family? ... Guilty ... Guilty? \n\nWait, wait, didn't he say tragedy? What was the tragedy? His mind played back the words: Executed ... ... dead ... they were all dead ...\n\n\" No! \" Kit shouts, leaping to his feet. He staggers to the door, tears streaming down his face, and blindly lurching in a random direction. There was a huge, gaping hole where his heart should be, he couldn't see, couldn't hear anything but the wizard's words echoing round and round his head, the rest forgotten in the moment.\n\nHe collapses, falling to his knees under the trees, not ashamed of his tears, hardly even feeling their hot traces on his skin. He feels numb, seeing the faces of his father, his mother, his brothers, his sister ... gone, all gone ... dead. He clutches his holy symbol so tightly the ornate wood cuts into his skin.\n\n Oh, my Lord Corellon, Protector of Life, why? Why? \n\nHe cries harder now, without words, devoid of all but the grief in his soul."
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n\nRissit looks somewhat stunned and confused.\n \"So let me get this straight. After the coronation Kit is in charge. Yet it seems as though this Yale may really be in charge.\" \n\nHe turns to kit and says\n \"This also complicates my position here. I am here on the undrstanding this is a mission for the old king. It now becomes difficult.\" \n \n Spoiler \nI'm confused, back in post 56 skjald said\n\"An entire war party following us? I don't mean to be disparaging the ways of your people, but is that not a bit on the extreme side?\"\nIt's like he was responding to someone else saying it but I can't see it. What was that alll about?\n "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": "It was here:\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Rettu Skcollob \n Cristobal fidgets with his dagger, as if trying to tell the party something. Looking at him, each of you discern that he is trying to tell the party that there is a well camouflaged Elven force comprised mainly of mages and rangers creeping behind the party. \n \n\nMy guess is, the group disappeared back into the trees before they could be spotted by anyone else."
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"author": "Calamity",
"message": " Tamly \n\nTamly looks shocked at the news.\n\n Oh... oh my, I'm deeply sorry Kit. I've heard some horibble things in human lands but this...... is just terrible! \n\n(OOC)\n \n Spoiler \n I spotted them too, but I didn't get the chance to respond. Due to sleep and school I have like a 12 hour gap in when I can post, and being im GMT+1 most posts appear while I'm away.\n "
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"author": "plugsy",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nI think what happend with the war party was I'd read two pages of posts, attributed a small number of mages & rangers to one comment in my mind and a large number (20+) to the other. So of course they didn't match up.\n\n\n I spotted them too, but I didn't get the chance to respond. Due to sleep and school I have like a 12 hour gap in when I can post, and being im GMT+1 most posts appear while I'm away. \n\nI noticed that problem, but I'm stuck at home ill so I'm just trying to sleep polyphasically, but I haven't cracked it in three attempts. It doesn't really matter anyways whilst we're still just talking and walking, just can cause mind muddles like my \"war party\" confuzzion.\n \n\n Rissit:\n \nRissit looks at the Halfling\n \"Thats what humans do. Most other races don't behave in the same way\". (OOC: Yeah right never seen an evil charcter of any other race!)"
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"author": "Glawackus",
"message": "((Now that was a curveball.))\n\n Erunak \n He's the what?!\n\n \"Well, um, uh...\" Erunak pauses, wondering whether or not he should take offense to the comment about \"what humans do\", and then shakes his head around. \"My old quartermaster had an expression, that something like this would be ten pounds of sh-\" \n\nErunak pauses, and glances at the tired elf. \"We had instructions from the king, or letters, or something. Does this...Yaleamameter, whatever his name is...is he on the same page as we are? Because, no offense towards Ki...the Prince, but he doesn't seem to know much.\" "
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"author": "Grrth",
"message": "((OOC: I finally got my background finished! 😁 ))\n\n---\n\nKit remembers:\n\n \n Spoiler \nGrowing up, Kit was the bane of the cats and other woodland creatures of his forested home. Whereas his three older brothers and the eldest, his sister, befriended these animals from an early age, carrying them about, feeding them, teaching them tricks, Kit chased after the animals with a large stick, acting out the adventures told him by his tutor and nurse. One such cat, his mother's familiar, was henceforth renamed Dragon by the young elven child, for often did the cat play a pivotal role in Kit's neverending quest for valor and glory. The cat did take well enough to the games, spitting and arching its back as the child waved his play sword about and called out vows for imagined vengeance and justice.\n\nHis parents watched all with a distant and amused indulgence but also a wary concern, for this son of theirs was not unto the rest of his kin; for nigh on four generations, almost two thousand turns of the seasons, there were none who followed the ways of the sword. The family lineage was filled with arcane lore, wizards of all kinds, some that summoned great beasts or created powerful potions with alchemy or imbued weapons or created magnificent items or studied the ancient lore of elven kind, and many more besides. Oh, there was one bard, a half-elf and distant cousin, but none else, a matter of pride for this old but minor noble house.\n\nThere came a day when the young elf was not to be heard badgering the erstwhile Dragon or otherwise brandishing his little sword. His laughter was not to be heard nor did his small feet beat upon the floors. As with many in the small community, this elven child was plagued with fever, a fever from which many died, as did his mother. Such a plague had not been seen in hundreds of years. No home remained untouched and although Kit balanced uneasily on the cusp for many a day, as a family they were very lucky indeed.\n\nKit's memories of times before his illness are weak, fuzzy as all children's are, but also because the illness marked a turning point in his life. He remembered being sick, indeed, he remembered not wanting to get better, for he remembered the feeling he had of peace and well-being, a contented kind of joy, and beauty all around him. His nurse, sitting beside him as he woke, would later remark that she'd seen stars in his eyes as he'd first blinked them at her.\n\nShortly after, still weak enough that he must be carried everywhere, Kit found a way to crawl into the garden and their home shrine. From that day on, he could scarcely be kept away, a matter Kit's father was counseled to encourage, for the small pilgrimage would strengthen his limbs, and, if indeed he was called there, it would not do to stand in the way of the gods, especially not that of the Ruler of all Elves, Corellon Larethian himself.\n\nWhen he was fully recovered, Kit went to the temple in the city and joined the ranks of the initiates, studying the history and lore of the church, although he still lived at home. His brothers and sister loved him dearly but they did not understand him, and his father was much too immersed in his own grief to pay him much mind. Kit felt the loss acutely. He still felt the pull of the sword, but he fought it back and learned the arts of the healer instead, still striving to learn ought he could of magic, as a way, perhaps, of earning a father's pride.\n\nAs soon as he were old enough, Kit moved to the temple permanently, the youngest apprentice they'd ever had. He was driven, but detached, given to long bouts of solitary prayer and meditation. Still, there was about him such an air of contentment and quiet joy that never failed to bring smiles to the faces of even the dourest of Kit's teachers. He could not avoid the sword arts, however, quickly proving and honing his innate talent. As he studied, his visits home became less and less frequent until they stopped altogether; instead, he ran wild about the rooms and grounds of the temples, surprising pilrims with his ready smiles and laughter, always begging for stories of distant lands.\n \n\nTwo weeks ago:\n\n \n Spoiler \nThe day of Kit's majority marked another significant milestone. That day, a letter and a messenger arrived for Kit during the ceremony of his acceptance as a full-fledged cleric of the church. Kit remembered little of the ceremony itself, only that his father was there. He could not stop smiling for the duration of the event, warmed by the long conversation he'd had with his father the night before, the first time they'd spoken in over a decade. Beside his father were his brothers, and his sister, beaming up at him, full of family honor and pride. Then he'd turned around again at the end, his new holy symbol tapping against his breast, to see a stranger, one of the adrastai, the king's most trusted warriors, standing beside his father.\n\nStill there were more traditions, other new clerics to welcome and congratulate, and it was several hours later before Kit was able to satisfy his curiosity.\n\n\" Harani a'kaheyla de'shanuay, \" Kit greeted the elven warrior.\n\nThe elf smiled back. \" Greetings to you, Ke'Kitathas El'Tulari. \"\n\nKit was astonished at the full use of his name, only the second time he'd ever been addressed as such. This was indeed a marvelous day! He grinned one of his infectious smiles and the warrior laughed, remembering his own youthful exuberance, the newfound pleasure of adulthood reached.\n\nHe pulled a letter from his satchel and handed it, with all due ceremony, to Kit. \" The king sends this to you, young Kitathas. A mission. \"\n\n\" An adventure? \" Kit couldn't contain his sudden thrill of excitement. Wide-eyed, he stared at his father.\n\nBut Kit's father would only shrug, saying, \" Open it, Kit. \"\n\nKit tore open the letter. Written in elven, he read:\n\n\" Acheyla, Ke'Kitathas El'Tulari. You, I have chosen to represent our Elven People upon a matter of urgent need. You shall seek out these others, at the human city of Dappled Fields: Cristobal Hawk, Erunak Keftian, Tamly Loarmack, and Skaldbakka. Deliver unto them my letters and bring them hence back to T'nik. My advisors tell me that this group shall be the very ones to seek out the nefarious, demon object of power known as the Artifact of Nazfariel. Time is of the essence, make all haste to return, whenceforth all shall be made known unto you. \"\n\nBelow was the signature of the High King himself. Full of wonder, Kit stared first at his father and then at the warrior-knight. \" Me? \"\n\n\" This is no game, \" said Kit's father quickly, not even trying to mask his concern. \" This is a dangerous quest, Kit. You can say no. \"\n\nThe adrastai frowned, as did Kit. \" Desh'ketai, how could I turn down the king's request? \"\n\nKit's father pursed his lips together and was silent. Whatever reservations he had, he kept them to himself.\n\nKit had many questions for the adrastai, but most could not be answered. He learned of a magical shockwave felt throughout the elven peoples, felt by other wizards and users of arcane magic across the land. All the kings had been in counsel, researching the portentious event. Kit was who the king wanted and he would go. He accepted the message satchel from the adrastai, hard-pressed to contain his eagerness.\n\n\" A moment, \" said Kit, looking at the contents of the satchel and holding up a letter. \" Is this an extra one? \"\n\nThe adrastai shook his head. \" No. That is for the dwarven representative. We are .. still negotiating with them, but, if the gods are merciful, the dwarves will be sending their representative to meet you in Dappled Fields. \"\n\n\" I understand. \"\n\n\" There is no time to lose, Kitathas, you must bring back as many as you can as quickly as you can. Do not wait overly long, leave as soon as possible. \"\n\nKit nodded, and yet he could not leave right away. Preparations must be made, supplies gathered, bags packed. Kit's father even searched through their family heirlooms for sword and armor from a long-ago ancestor, hastily re-sized for the tall Kit. A week after receiving the letter, Kit left, smiling and waving to his family.\n\n\" A'Laena Sar, Desh'ketai, \" Kit said last, hugging his father farewell. In a sudden youthful gesture, he kissed his father on the cheek. He'd be back in a week and then the adventure would really begin.\n \n\nNow:\n\nIn his mind's eye, Kit waved and smiled, his family waving back, his sister, stern of face, but laughing through her eyes, his father worried, his brothers teasing. He'd been so sure! He'd only been gone a week! How could his whole world be turned upside down in so short a time?\n\nThe gaping hole in his heart has not eased, but Kit has no more tears. When he stands again, he does so in the shadows of early evening. He is stiff from the heavy armor, but, more than that, he feels immeasureably weary, and suddenly old. He is not a child any more. He is the last of his family and he does not believe for a moment that his father would have committed treason, so there must be something more at foot. For the first time, Kit is mindful of how unattuned he is to the daily affairs of the city, and to the rest of the Elven people. He does not know them, he knows no life outside the church.\n\n I will have to learn, he decided, and quickly. \n\nAnd then there was something else. Kit's family was low in the line of succession, his family but minor nobles. Weren't there others? Shouldn't there be others before himself? How did he suddenly find himself at the top of the list? Unless ... unless ... he searched his memories, but he'd immersed himself so thoroughly into the church he realized he didn't recall his family history that well, he hadn't been interested in the journals of dead wizards as a child. Had he ... was it possible that he remembered incorrectly? Was his family perhaps more influential than he'd thought? He had no aunts or uncles on his father's side, two on his mother's, but they did not live here in the city. He didn't even remember what they looked like. Cousins, then? But no, he didn't know them either.\n\nTreason. Kit shivered although he was not cold. By rights he should also be tried and cast out for his father's 'crimes,' but he hadn't. He was suddenly the heir-apparent. Why -- no, how had he been protected?\n\n\" My liege? \"\n\nKit jumped. He hadn't heard the elf approach. \" Y-yes? \" he was still too startled, too wrapped up in his grief and thoughts to be polite. He sees the other elf's fatigue and sorrow but he can't seem to summon up enough empathy at the moment to care.\n\n\" Will you come in now? There is food ... Perhaps you would like to rest? \"\n\nHe opens his mouth to agree, but asks instead, \" When did it happen? When were they arrested? I've only been gone a week! It's too soon! Too quick! Tell me everything, I beg you, please! Who is this Yaleartrixcallanonbernhaletaertarnor? When did he come here? Your brother, when did he die? \"\n\nThe elf's eyes dart around. He plucks at Kit's arm. \" Not out here, my prince, please, come inside! \"\n\nKit shut his mouth with a click. He bowed slightly in apology and embarassment. \" Yes, yes, of course, you are right. Let us go in. \""
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"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " The shadows are long now, and the Elf looks sorry that Kit had had to go through this so suddenly. \n My liege, I have prepared food and bedding for you. I'm sorry, but I'll also have to take your weapons, but I'm authorized to let you keep your armour. Please follow me. \n The Robed Elf leads you through the left door into a room with eight pallets, side by side. A small plate of Elvish bread and wine are upon each one. He turns to you. \n Ah yes, My liege, I am sorry, but we have not been properly introduced. My name is... Well, my friends call me Keeper. I hope that your stay is pleasant. But, oh. I'm starting to sound like an inn-keeper aren't I. \n Keeper forces a smile, obviously trying to make the young Prince feel better. But whether out of kindness or an attempt to curry favour you cannot tell. He indicates towards the weapons at your belts. \n May I please have those? It's customary for all those who enter to leave their weapons here until they buy a weapons permit from Yale. \n he stands there patiently smiling, looking at all of the party. \n I'm glad that you have found such fine followers my liege. Not once have they tried to take advantage of the situation. \n\n((Yes Grrth. Holy F*** indeed. [Damn Priests with yer' extra swearwords and slicked back hair and music I don't understand.] ))"
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"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((The War Party bit? Ah, I may have been unclear on this. Cristobal attempted a Bluff check to indicate that there was some hidden Elves in the trees, but he rolled a 1.))"
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"author": "Grrth",
"message": "((dang, does this get any worse? Eep! Don't answer that!))\n\n Kit: \n\nKit unfastens swordbelt, bow, and quiver and reluctantly hands them over. He sheds the armor, stacking it neatly, glad to have the weight off. He sits down on the bed and picks at the bread until Keeper leaves.\n\nThen he looks up at the others, with probably the first actually serious face they've seen on him.\n\n\" Were you able to learn anything of import from Keeper? \" he asks in a low voice. \" My father would never commit treason, so either he was tricked in some way or he was murdered. My instincts are telling me to flee, because there must be a reason I am now heir-apparent, and I don't like the implications. Still, I want to know the truth, but I will not keep you to your ... ah, previous obligation if you choose to leave. What say you? \""
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"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": " His entire family is dead, and he is now the heir apparent to the throne. An adviser has asserted de facto control over the government. \n Wait...Does this mean no artifact-hunting expedition? I guess I'll have to go back to the Wizard's Guild tomorrow? \n Also, do you think that we could have a word with you, I mean just the Prince and his what is it now...followers? That's what everyone is calling us, I think.\n\nLet's talk for a bit and then we can turn in weapons and eat. "
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{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((Well, feel free to role-play a little bit while the sun sets ever more beneath the horizon.))"
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{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": "OOC:In the spoiler\n \n Spoiler \nA minor point and it's being a bit picky but: 2 weeks ago a letter to kit could not have included Rissit. At that time the Dwraven king was still refusing to send anyone (as he wouldn't risk the life of a dwarf on a fools errand). The first anyone knew of Rissit was when he arrived and introduced himself. Even the king would only have become aware of Rissit's identity once you arrived in his regal presence. The king did of course know that the dwarves intended to send someone and he been asked to send the details of his intended recruits. That is how Rissit was able to identify your \"motley collection of races\" on the road.\n \n\n Rissit: \n\nRissit is agitated and uncomfortable\n \"I don't like this at all. I have a bad feeling about all this. Kit is suddenly elevated to the regency. A very suspicious official appears to have all the power. Kit is going to be crowned, but I think someone is going to expect him to be a puppet. That means they're going to be feeling threatend by us. They're calling us his \"friends\", meaning, \"people who will take his side in an argument\". This bodes ill for us all I fear.\"\n \nHe paces up and down for a few seconds before continuing.\n \"However, we should not abandon Kit nor leave this unsavoury Yale person to his own devices. I say that we support Kit in whatever he feels necessary, be that a quest for the artifact or dealing with matters in the city. We must however be on our gaurd at all times to ensure no mysterious 'accidents' befall us\". "
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"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n\nErunak leans over and whispers in Rissit's ear, I don't like this giving-up-the-weapons deal. I smell a rat. "
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{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nPerhaps the future king, would like to suggest to the nice guards that the future king and his associates should be exempt from the waepons rule. As for buying a permit..... I sense a fight coming on.\n \n\n\n((OK I see now, well nobody pulled me up when I dais the king being gone was(( problem for me - perhaps cause it didn't make any sense. In fact my last three now don't make much sense.\n\nAssume my character took a bang on the head and has been talking rubbish.))"
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"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"Here you go. If we have any need of these tonight, we are dead anyway, \" Skjald says cheerfully as he tosses his club nonchalantly to the elf collecting the weapons. \"Now, let us eat.\" "
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"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n \"Fine,\" Erunak snaps, tossing his mace to the elf. \"When the midden hits the windmill, just remember that you were the one who took the things.\" \n\nErunak feels naked without his mace, and crosses his arms. \"Grub?\" "
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"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " The night has darkened now, and sleep begins to pull at you all. Once Keeper has all of your weapons, he lights a candle by the door and leaves the room wordlessly. Once he is gone, the house is silent, and the room lit only by the shaky light of the candle. \n\n((Well, now what shall you do? Will you go to sleep, or are you suspicious of Keeper? Do what you will.))"
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{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n \"I don't like this. I don't like this at all.\" Erunak paces the floor. \"I'm sorely tempted to go out for a little 'walk', see what I can find.\" "
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{
"author": "Calamity",
"message": " Tamly \n I have to agree with Erunak, something doesn't feel right here. But we must get some sleep, so perhaps we could take turns keeping watch? "
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"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\n\" I don't think I can sleep anyway, \" says Kit, staring at his shredded bread and sighing. \" And I don't need as much sleep as the rest of you do, so I don't mind. Keeping watch, that is. \"\n\nLooking over at Erunak: \" Be careful, there are not many humans here. \" His gaze slides to Skaldbakka. \" There is, however, a rather large contingent of gnomes, on the east side of the city. \" A smile tugs at his troubled face. \" Their homes and businesses are only seldom made by elven craftsmen, so they should be easy to recognize. \""
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"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n \"Any chance you could tell me where to find those humans? Or at least a general place to start looking?\" "
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"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nThe elf scratches his head. \" Well, the inns that cater to outsiders will be here near the gate, or you might try one of the guilds, those are closer to the center of the city. I really -- beyond that ... hmm, there's an outdoor citadel for druids on the outskirts, um, maybe the Hall of Records? Sometimes when looking up family lines, folk from all over come here to see if they can prove elven ancestry, though it is late, don't know if they'd be open. \""
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"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n\nRissit hands his weapon over, whilst he agrees with the general feeling he doesn't think there's much point in going over it yet again so he keeps silent."
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"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": "Cristobal watches the others turn over their weapons with growing dismay. He avoids looking at the elves collecting weapons, and marches over to Kit.\n\n With all due respect your Royal Highness, \n\nHe hisses as he grasps Kit's shoulder and tries to pull him down so that Cristobal can speak directly into his ear.\n\n We should leave immediately! WITH...our weapons. This Yale has killed dozens of people in just a week. Now he is confiscating our weapons. By the gods, it is madness to stay here! It's suicide! "
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"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n \"I think that we need to do something here, but I don't think we can ask Kit to leave his men, er, his people, at this time. I'm starting to think that maybe just sleeping on this whole thing and dealing with it by daylight would be a better idea.\" "
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"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"Your Royal Highness, I have some reading material for you while you are taking the first watch,\" the gnome says, as he hands a dusty tome entitled Journal to Kit, as well as a simple ring. \"I found these under that bunk there, while you were talking.\" "
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"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " The journal opens reluctantly. The words are of an spiralling formal script. It seems to be a day-today record of the life of an Elf who hasn't named himself within the book. It tells of the leaving of Kit into the world, and of Yales coming, and the Kings decline of power. Of interest is the last section. \n Monday \n Now I know why Ke'Kitathatas left. The Artifact. If only he'd asked me! I, the one who has dedicated his life to learning about it! And Yale. He has to know about Yale! I have the first piece, I shall place it in this box for safe-keeping. I must guard my speech, as my enchantment that allows me to speak-write can be a double edged sword. The enchantment that keeps my twelth Journal hidden should wear off in about a month. How dare Yale (only the most foolish Elf would believe that to be a true Elvish name!) try to sabotage my country! \n Wednesday \n He... He's not. He couldn't be. He died. ALL THE STORIES SAY HE DIED! Oh no. I Must go, I have to kill that monster, it's... it's too late for Yale. I must never use the Ring again. I wish I'd never asked the Ring who Yale was. I only hope I can save Kitathas's family. But Kit and his companions are more important. The.. The descendants must live. "
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"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n \"Alright. This is getting ridiculous. Anyone want to tell me what this ring is? And who died?\" "
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"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nKit's fingers curl around the ring and his eyes close against the sudden surge of grief and anger brought on by the words in the journal. Evidently, the author had failed to save -- he pushes aside his feelings with a sudden thought. Keeper had said his brother had also been killed? He had to know more! What if this Pell was the author of the journal?\n\nHe offers the ring to Cristobal. \" Can you identify this, Master Hawk? \"\n\nOnly the words in the journal keep Kit from sliding the ring on his finger out of pure curiosity. If the author was so wary about the thing, then they, too, must be cautious.\n\n\" Died ,\" he muses, echoing Erunak's thoughts, then, \" What does the Artifact have to do with this Yale? \" He didn't want to voice his first thought, that the monster written about, the one that was supposed to be dead, seemed to him to be the demon itself, Nazfariel. If that was true, then who was the author, that he considered himself strong enough to confront the demon alone? No, he must be missing something, but what?\n\n Why am I suddenly so important? he wonders in dismay. I'm nobody. \n\nAloud, he says, \" Why do I suddenly get the feeling that we're the 'descendents' this guy is talking about? Descendents of what? \"\n\n[edited to add PM info, rather than double-post]\n\nKit sits up suddenly, hissing, \" Shh! I hear something. \"\n\nHe hears a low keening sound, like someone weeping, and a dull 'thunk' followed by the outside door closing. Rising and setting down the journal, he pads to the door of their room and pauses for a moment to listen further, his hand on the latch.\n\n(( Is the door locked? or can I go through? ))"
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"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " The door is unlocked, and opens with a creak. You return into the room that you entered by. The door is open, filling the room with a chill wind. The fire burns lower now, filling the room with a flickering glow. On the table is a note, pinned to the table by a small knife. Your weapons lay on the table. The note reads as follows. \n My Liege and his companions \nI am sorry. I have failed you. Yale forced me to do it. There is no weapons ban. He planned to kill the King with your blade, and have his diviner pronounce you the guilty party. He told me that if I did not, he would kill my brother. He is not dead, as I told you. I even bribed Yales Diviner to search for him for me. He merely laughed, and told me; \"He is under the bed'. I cannot live with it any more. I have spent the last of my inheritance to buy a modified Scroll of Dispel Magic, and am setting out now to use it to collapse Yales security. He has none except for a seemingly impenetrable barrier. I urge you to leave as quickly as possible. I do not think that I will succeed, but I shall try. I have told you my name is Keeper. It is not. When I failed my brother, I made this name for myself.\n I am no Elf. I am no Man. I am Nothing. \n The note is not signed, and appears wet in places, as if someone has wept upon it. "
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"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n \"Well, that answers a few questions,\" Erunak says, almost too cheerily, picking up his mace off the table. \"What about descendants now?\" He starts tossing the mace from hand to hand idly."
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"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nKit leans heavily on the table, staring at the note. \" I ... I don't understand, \" he mutters, feeling even more confused than before. \" This is all moving so fast! \" He yanks the knife from the table and smoothes the note.\n\n\" If he's going to confront Yale, that's certain suicide! We should help him, but if we stay here ourselves, we shall too be killed. Then I should say we should carry out our mission, for the Artifact is mixed up in all this, but we have not the information we need to find it. And then last, if we are to leave, we must go at once, or we might find ourselves surrounded by soldiers in the morning. Keeper has bought us time, that should not be wasted. \n\n\" Fie! I know not what to do! \""
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"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n \"Well, it seems to me that we're caught between a rock and a hard place. Either we stay and try and foil this Yale character, or we chase after this artifact.\" \n\nErunak pauses for a moment: he knows what he has to say, because he's been in Kit's position before, and hates having to do this.\n\n \"I think that we can still win the war, but I don't think we can win this battle just yet, Kit. Do we have enough time to seek out whoever knows about the artifact's location?\" "
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"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": "Cristobal feels a sudden surge of pride at being asked to identify the ring.\n\n Maybe the long hours that I spent studying and daydreaming about magical implements and oddities were not in vain. \n I'll be happy to take a look at it, Your Highness. Arcane lore is something of an obsession to me. \n\nCristobal sits down with the ring to study it in more detail (spellcraft +6, knowledge (arcana) +6) He'll take 20 on this.\n\n I would definitely be taking notes about this right now if I had remembered to buy pen, ink, and paper. When I no longer fear imminent death, I shall remedy this oversight. "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": "((OOC: haha!))\n \n Spoiler \n\n\n \n Originally Posted by rovinpiper \n Cristobal feels a sudden surge of pride at being asked to identify the ring.\n\n Maybe the long hours that I spent studying and daydreaming about magical implements and oddities were not in vain. \n I'll be happy to take a look at it, Your Highness. Arcane lore is something of an obsession to me. \n\nCristobal sits down with the ring to study it in more detail (spellcraft +6, knowledge (arcana) +6) He'll take 20 on this.\n\n I would definitely be taking notes about this right now if I had remembered to buy pen, ink, and paper. When I no longer fear imminent death, I shall remedy this oversight. \n \n \n\n Kit: \n\nThe elf stares down at the note in his hand, turning slightly to address the wizard. \" Don't call me that, please. In fact, \" his mind is turning over the facts again, and he almost feels a bit of hope.\n\n\" In fact, \" he continues, \" from this note, can we really be sure that Keeper told us the truth about anything? I have no talent for detecting falsehoods, did anyone think to try? \" He frowns again.\n\n\" Without being sure, it will be torment to leave here and not know, for sure ... if ... if my family might still live. \" He looks over at Skaldbakka. \" Master gnome, I think you may be the only one of us who can wander the city without being recognized, no one will think twice about you. I would go home if I could, but, \" he blushes, \" I could not hope to do so undetected, and I'm sure the place is being watched. Would you -- could I prevail upon you to ... to check things? If there's the slightest possiblity that they're alive, I would never forgive myself for leaving them in trouble. \"\n\nHe turns back to face the others. \" As for the Artifact, I would go to the temple to inquire, but that also is probably being watched, which leaves the Mage's Guild. I've never actually been there, but because of that I don't think anyone will be expecting me to go there. \n\n\" Splitting up is not usually considered a good thing in combat tactics, but I'm afraid that our large group would be quite noticeable. There are no walls around the city. If we go in pairs, perhaps we can sneak our way out with no one being the wiser. If, however, they are watching me, perhaps I can draw that attention while the rest of you leave, and we can meet again outside the city. We certainly can't stay here long, we need to be as far away as possible by dawn. \"\n\nHe looked down at the table. \" I am sorry, for ... for dragging you into the middle of what appears to be some kind of, er, internal conflict. But, \" and when he looks up, his face seems to have matured, a hard determination settling there, \" I think the King sent me away on purpose. He wanted me to find the Artifact for some reason, and I aim to do just that. \""
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": "OOC:In the spoiler\n\n Rissit: \n\nRissit is anxious to get moving. All this inaction is meaking him nervous.\n \"So what is it you want us to do. Sneak off into the city now, in pairs. Then meet outside the city, behind the great oak perhaps. What time do you propose we meet.\n\nWe can do all this and meet but we cannot leave the area I feel, perhaps we can hide in the woods during the day until we have all we need. It seems there is information we must have. We need to find this twelfth journal and this first piece. I wonder if the ring is the first piece or if the first piece is written in the twelfth journal. Maybe the first piece is something else entirely\"\n \nRissit stops to think, taking this opportunity to grab his weapon from the pile on the table.\n It seems we can use this ring to find who people are, how go your efforts in regard of the ring Cristobal� It would seem the ring may tell us something of Yale, that which we mujst know, and maybe tell us who of we aare descendants. It may even help with discern the author of the note\" "
},
{
"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": "Cristobal peers intently at the ring (which for some reason I keep wanting to spell wring). His lips move almost impreceptibly as though he is in prayer or reciting a magical incantation.\n\n Well, I don't know what to say exactly. It is definitely magical. I cannot discern its exact purpose. I believe I will cast detect magic on it in the morning. I doubt that this will clear much up, but it may lay the groundwork for further research.\n\nIt would help to have access to a library. I bet there is a good one at the Mage's Guild. Do you think that I could get there without attracting too much attention, umm, what do I call you then, Kit, I guess. I'd like to go.\n\nAt least I am short enough to pass for an elf. If only I weren't ugly enough to pass for a gnoll.\n\nCan we get a more specific name for the artifact?\n "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((Nazfariels trinket, I believe it was called.))"
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n\nAddresing Cristobal Rissit says\n \"Are you short of magic for today that you'd wait to identify the ring. If you think detect magic will help I have the power for today. I don't however see what detecting is going to tell us, apart from the type of magic.\" \n\nHe checks his scroll case\n \"We need to cast identify magic, and that is not available for clerics\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n(( or rather he doesn't check his scrolls cause the site I have my sheet stored on is down, or seems to be. I've been unable to access it for well over an hour. I'm not sure what scrolls I have since converting the character ))\n "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"I know my own district pretty well, but I am not that skilled in the subtly department. I amy not be able to find out much information of use without drawing attention to myself. My skills lie more towards getting into places others think secure.\" "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": "Kit is preoccupied at the moment, thinking deep thoughts.\n\n((OOC: got a PM from Rettu I'm trying to resolve, bear with me?))"
},
{
"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": " Well, Master Dwarf, I'm not so much short of spells, as I am short of that particular spell. I just haven't prepared it and will need to wait until tommorrow.\n\nMy theory is that casting detect magic will tell me the school of magic in play here and that could be something to cross-reference against later, particularly if I can do some library research.\n\nHey, how long has Keeper been gone. Have we considered going and getting him. You know, intercepting him before he makes his suicidal charge. "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nKit shakes off his melancholy thoughts at Cristobal's question. \" It's too late, Master Hawk, \" he answers, \" Keeper has already gone and attacked this Yale, and our only hope of getting out of this city is to finish the job. \""
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"Regardless of our long-term plans, it is likely not wise to remain here\" "
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n\nRissit laughs at Cristobals little joke,\n \"Aye, a giant among dwarves indeed, as for the identifying, I can't seem to be able to open my scroll case so it seems we'll have to find somewhere to rest.\" \n\nRissit defers to kit as he seems to have become their leader by consent. He asks,\n \"So, Kit what are we doing\" \n\n[spoiler]\n(( can you other guys using rpgwebprofiler for your characters confirm that it's still missing and that I'm not just doing something wrong ))[/spoi"
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{
"author": "Calamity",
"message": " Tamly \n Kit, I would normally agree that we would have to go after Yale, but don't you remember what was written in the journal? If we underestimate Yale, then we may not ever leave the city. I'm sorry, I don't want to let this... monster run the city, but, it seems like our quest for the artifact is eve more important. That's difficult to accept, I know, a large part of me (which is not that large, compared to the sizes of humans and elves) stll wants to help out here, but it doesn't seem like this was intended to be an Anti-Yale party. If what the journal says is both true, and refers to us, then we can't risk our lives against Yale. Yet. "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n \"I'm afraid that I'm inclined to agree, Kit,\" Erunak says. \"We should hit the temple for information on the Artifact, perhaps check on your relatives, and then leave as fast as we can.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " Suddenly, an excited male Elves cry is heard outside. \n He's weak, my brothers! Attack! Attack! Attack! \n You hear excited crys and whoops, and through the window you see about four Elves hell bent on reaching the royal palace. "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nSolemnly, Kit tucks away the note and buckles on his sword, gathering the rest of his weapons.\n\n\" If we are agreed, then we should decide who will go where. Is anyone skilled at disguises who can help me ... er, look less like me?\" He glances at Cristobal. \"I know it's possible with magic, I don't know about without. \"\n\nHe looks at the rest. \" We need to make all possible speed to a place we can hide without detection, or at least stand a reasonable chance of defending ourselves. \" He presses the heels of his hands to his forehead, eyes closed, trying to remember what he'd been told originally.\n\n\" Somebody, or, rather, a group, found the artifact and they triggered some kind of shockwave that our wizarding community felt. Master Hawk, you can possibly use that as a way to gather some information regarding the artifact, the, ah, Artifact of Nazfariel? I think that's what it was called. \"\n\nHe drops his hands, pursing his lips together in determination. \" As stealth is called for, I shall carry my armor, bundled as best as can be to decrease the noise. We cannot leave the city the way we came in as the road is probably still guarded, but I think our best chance will be to get back along the road, seek help back at Dappled Fields if it comes to that. If there are wizards there, it is possible that they will know something also. \"\n\nHe sighs. Leaving like this, sneaking away, leaves a bitter aftertaste, but, God will it, he'd be back this way again soon, and then surely there would be a reckoning!\n\n[Edit]\n\n\" On second thought, \" says Kit, \" we should help them! \" He gestures towards the noise. Then, grabbing his shield and sword, Kit sprints out into the night, following the cry for battle, joining with the crowd, if there is one. 😦\n\n\n((OOC: you're not halucinating (or if you are, you and I should see the same shrink); I can't access my char sheets, either. Anyone got any news?))"
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Skjald will slip outside into the shadows.\n\n (1d20+8)[ 9 ] Hide Check"
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n\nErunak pauses briefly to mutter something halfway between a prayer for protection and a curse on all elves. Then, he grabs his mace and unslings his shield, and crashes through the door, somewhat past caring at this point.\n\n((Whoo! It's clobberin' time! I think!))"
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "*sigh*\nInitiative: (1d20)[ 6 ] \n\nMy action will be to peg one of the elves with alchemist's fire.\n\n (1d20)[ 7 ] Attack Roll vs. touch and possibly also flat-footed.\n (1d6)[ 5 ] fire damage\n (1d6)[ 1 ] sneak attack damage if applicable.\n\nEDIt- only after a party member does."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "Edit: ((Skjald, did you just throw alchemists fire at one of the Elves? They're atacking Yalé you know. Are you sure? Awaiting your reply. :-/ ))\n\n((I'll take that as the group wanting to follow the crowd.))\n\n The crowd sprints to the entrance of the palace. The palace itself is a small affair, but lavishly decorated and gilded with Elven skill. A large iron gate stands barring the way the last few guards have long since left, noticing their masters weakness. The crowd looks nervous, most of them are normal people who got carried away. Many edge away from the entrance. A few of them mutter about how it isn't their job to kill people. A small group of Elves ignores them at moves up to the gate. Four in total, there is a female Elf, dressed in motley robes, an upright looking Elf dressed in cheap mail armour with the symbol of Pelor tattooed across his face, a tall, wary looking Elf dressed in camouflaged leathers, and a small Elf in burnished scale armour, whom you recognize from the entrance. You also remember that you saw these four at the forefront of the crowd through Keepers window. They confer quietly, and then burst through the gate, with the crowd cheering them on. Seeing your armour and weaponry and thinking you to be combat ready as well, they egg you on to enter as well. "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((OOC Update))"
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": "((OOC: assuming all hell isn't caused by Skjald starting a fight this will be my action))\n \n Rissit: \nRissit follows the crowd, keeping an eye on Kit to see if he has any last minute changes of mind."
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": "((OOC: oh lordie, here we go...))\n\nKit shoulders his way through the crowd and follows the armored elves.\n\n((OOC2: hmm, turns out I don't have what I thought I did, sigh, so it'll be all new - hey, tx, Plugsy, for the dice-rolling thread!))"
},
{
"author": "Calamity",
"message": "Tamly reluctantly follows Kit and Rissit."
},
{
"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": "Cristobal follows with the group trying to stay far from the front, but not at the absolute rear either. He begins to tire quickly. He hasn't done much running while carrying so much equipment. Actually, he hasn't done much running at all.\n\n Hey!...let's slow the charge...down...a notch or... people will start...straggling! \n\nHe says, ignoring the fact that he is the only one having trouble keeping up the pace. Within Cristobal weakness battles with fear and, for the moment, fear has the upper hand. He does not want to be separated from the group.\n\nActions:\n1. Cristobal will cast armor on himself as soon as resistance to the advance materializes.\n\n2. Next he will use grease, acid splash, and his weapons as needed to support the atttack.\n\n3. He'll save monster summoning I for the most serious opposition."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " You all run into the palace, ignoring the less important buildings like the kitchens and dormitories, and head straight for the main center. The main center is made from white marble and tapestries adorn the walls and rugs adorn the floor. The passageway turns into a crossing, ahead leading out of the building. The Elf in burnished scale mail turns to the group. \n We'll head this way, and you go that. We don't really know the layout of the palace, so we'll definitely find him if we split up. \n Without waiting for your reply, the other group heads down the right passageway. "
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n \n\nRissit addresses the group in general but especially Kit,\n \"\"We'll take the left passageway, shall we? \n\n(( OOC: Does this left passage/right passage mean we're still running head and head with the other group in the race to find the artifact. Sure hope so. Hmm))\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Rissit \nM LN Human Cleric, Level 1, Init +2, HP 8/8, Speed 20ft\n AC 18, Touch 12, Flat-footed 16, Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5, Base Attack Bonus 0\n (incls +1WeapFocus) Longsword +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Crosbow, Light (30 bolts) +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Scale mail , Shield, heavy wooden (+4 Armor, +2 Shield, +2 Dex)\n Abilities Str 13, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 17, Cha 16\n Condition None\n "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((No, these aren't the group from Dappled Fields, just other adventurers who just happened to be there. You recognize the Elf in burnished Scale because he was guarding the entrance. Sorry I wasn't more specific :-\\))"
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Skjald will follow along, quietly muttering under his breath:\n\n I cannot believe I have gotten involved in a elven civil war. ai ai ai. "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nUnencumbered by his heavy armor, Kit races along after the other elves, the words of the ring still echoing in his ears. If they were going to get out of here, then something had to be done about Yale. Plus, if even half of what Keeper said was true, then Yale had a lot to answer for!\n\nHe doesn't like splitting up, but he nodds his acceptance to both the attacking elves and to Rissit's question.\n\n\" Yes, to the left, but we should wait for Master Hawk. We might need his skills. \"\n\nHe'll wait until Cristobal, Skald, Tamly, Erunak, and Rissit are all there before proceeding, taking point as they maneuver through the palace's echoing halls. For once, his customary curiosity and awe at his surroundings are superceded by his desire to get this task completed. He urges the others to come along, but will make sure they all stay together."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " You make your way through many winding passages, encountering many dead ends and false alarms, including a few looters who mostly drop their things and/or run off. Most of the passageway appears to be servant quarters and kitchens and the like, and the opulence of the castle seems to be deteriorating. After a while, you appear to have searched every room and passages adjoining the left corridor. "
},
{
"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": " This is not at all what I pictured storming the castle to be like. This resembles looking for a book that you've misplaced, not the pitched battle I was expecting. \n There might be secret passages here. If we aren't careful Yale may slip past us. Maybe we should organize people to stand watch outside in case Yale slips around us. "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n \"Cuthbert's cudgel!\" Erunak barks, slamming the last door, which betrays only another room in the palace, Yale-less. \"Someone else had better stay here. I want a piece of this (he practically spits the word) elf for sending me on a wild goose chase. \n\nHe pants for a moment. \"No offense, . I'm just getting rather frustrated with this whole thing. Sorry if'n I'm grating. People don't like me when I'm frustrated. "
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n \n\nRissit follows Kit keeping his eye and ears open for danger as they proceed.\n\n(OOC:ahh forgot you can't do dice in an edit here, see following post for spo & listen)\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Rissit \nM LN Human Cleric, Level 1, Init +2, HP 8/8, Speed 20ft\n AC 18, Touch 12, Flat-footed 16, Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5, Base Attack Bonus 0\n (incls +1WeapFocus) Longsword +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Crosbow, Light (30 bolts) +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Scale mail , Shield, heavy wooden (+4 Armor, +2 Shield, +2 Dex)\n Abilities Str 13, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 17, Cha 16\n Condition None\nDomains:War/Good\nSpot +7,Listen+3.\n "
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": "OOC:This is driving me mad now I have to post again. Oh sod it forget the rolls, I can't be bothered to spot and listen."
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\n\" Yale must be up the other passage, \" says Kit. He is definitely with Erunak on this one, but he supposes its all for the best, the time having allowed his own temper to cool. He is still angry, but is thinking more clearly now.\n\n\" I don't think we ought to split up any more. Let's hurry and see where the others may have gotten to. \"\n\n((OOC: Lessee, I'll try a listen check to see if I can hear anything from up ahead. Battle should be loud enough ...))\n\n \n Spoiler \nListen: (1d20+4)[ 13 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((Isn't anyone going to go down the other passage?))"
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Rettu Skcollob \n ((Isn't anyone going to go down the other passage?)) \n \n\n((That's where we're heading now, isn't it??))"
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Slipping out of his reverie, Skjald begins making his way back down towards the other corridor, quick as he can on his two short legs.\n\nOOC: Sorry I didn't post for awhile, I was kinda out of it due to tooth ache stabbingpain and the subsequent tooth extraction."
},
{
"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": "So, I think that we are all agreed that we are heading down the passage that the other party took.\n\n(ooc: Please, don't let another adventure die! This one was so cool. In a shocking all of your relatives are dead sort of way.)"
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((HaHA! The bliss of Holiday is truly a wonder to behold. Granted they surprised me with work to do as well, and It's now about midnight... No matter. I have a REALLY good feeling about the game now. I've been writing little ideas down as they pop into my head.))\n\n You work your way down the passageway, looking in all the rooms, but mainly encountering empty ones. Although on one occasion you stumbled upon a bathing Elven Lady, and recieved a bar of soap flung at you with force that would make a Barbarian bow down in worship. As you continue, you search rest of the remaining rooms until at the end of the passage there is a gilt door adjacent to which are the corpses of two Royal Guards who must have stayed to protect the King. "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n\n((Man, it feels good to see that COLOR=\"DarkOliveGreen\" again. 🙂 ))\n\nErunak is getting tired of running around, tired of conspiracies, and suddenly wants to take a bath. He stares at the doors like a dwarf sizing someone up before a barfight.\n\n \"I'm willing to bet every copper on me where this door goes,\" he growls."
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nKit stops besides the slain guards, gesturing to the others to stop as well.\n\n\" We do not want to burst in there unprepared. If there is anything you wish to do before battle, then do it now. \"\n\nHe'll listen at the door and peer through the crack (if it happens to be even slightly ajar).\n\n \n Spoiler \nListen: (1d20+4)[ 24 ] and Spot: [roll]1d20+4[/roll\n "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": "((OOC: dang, messed that up, here it is again!))\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \n \n\n((well, that didn't help any, but ^ that was a nice listen check! 🙂 ))"
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n \n\nLooking in one room rissit is narrowly missed by a bar of soap. Never one to waste anything he scooped up the soap and continued. Looking at kit he shrugged and laughed,\n \"Waste not want not\" \nReaching the door he presses his ear against it and listens. Looks arounds and checks the area.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nListen: (1d20+3)[ 8 ] and Spot: (1d20+7)[ 27 ] \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Rissit \nM LN Human Cleric, Level 1, Init +2, HP 8/8, Speed 20ft\n AC 18, Touch 12, Flat-footed 16, Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5, Base Attack Bonus 0\n (incls +1WeapFocus) Longsword +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Crosbow, Light (30 bolts) +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Scale mail , Shield, heavy wooden (+4 Armor, +2 Shield, +2 Dex)\n Abilities Str 13, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 17, Cha 16\n Condition None\nDomains:War/Good\nSpot +7,Listen+3.\n "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nTurning from the door, Kit faces the others, placing one finger alongside his lips. He whispers, \" I can hear one person inside ... and something made of marble? \" He shrugs as if to say he hasn't got a clue. \" Marble columns, maybe? \"\n\n((When everyone's ready, Kit will kick open the door and charge in the direction of that sound.))"
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Skjald will press himself up against the side of the door as Kit kicks it open, with a flask of alchemist's fire at the ready.\n\nHide: (1d20+8)[ 11 ] "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "A strangely metallic male voice rings out from behind the door.\n\n Come in? I wasn't expecting visitors, shouldn't you be burning with the rest of them? Well, open the door, it's not locked. Come on, bring friends, it'll be an outing for all the family. \n\nA deep laugh is heard, a booming Elven laugh, but like the voice, something seems strange about it."
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n\nErunak draws his mace and removes his shield from his back. \"Yeah, we'll sit down, have a few beers, kick each other's heads in,\" he mutters."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Initiative?: (1d20)[ 9 ] "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\n((oh, geez, yeah, here's init for me))\n\n (1d20+1)[ 9 ] \n\n((instead, when everyone's ready ...))\n\nShrugging, Kit shoves open the door and strides confidently (or as confidently as he can pretend to be) through the door and to confront whomever it is, shield and weapons at the ready.\n\n((Grr! Why does my init always suck?))"
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((So, just continue when everyone's ready?))"
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": "//Initiative: [1d20]\n\nHehe. Silly Glawackus. That's not how you do dice rolls. 😳\n\n[roll]1d20[/roll]\n\nedit: Oh, and you can't edit a post with a dice roll. Of course. 😩"
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": "Initiative (for real for real) : (1d20)[ 17 ] "
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n \n\nLooking through the keyhole Rissit can see into the room beyond, he telle the others\n ”This is the throne room, it’s pretty plush in there. There’re wall hangings and a carpet leading up to the throne. There’s a pale looking elf sat on the throne and the other party we just saw is in there too. They seem to be in a pretty bad way, possibly dead but certainly down and out. \nPassing the buck to Kit he turns and says,\n ”Maybe we should put weapons away and approach in a more friendly manner. It certainly looks ominous for us whatever we do, that voice doesn't sound much like it will appreciate friendly any more than it will a full scale assault. What do you think?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Rissit \nM LN Human Cleric, Level 1, Init +2, HP 8/8, Speed 20ft\n AC 18, Touch 12, Flat-footed 16, Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5, Base Attack Bonus 0\n (incls +1WeapFocus) Longsword +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Crosbow, Light (30 bolts) +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Scale mail , Shield, heavy wooden (+4 Armor, +2 Shield, +2 Dex)\n Abilities Str 13, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 17, Cha 16\n Condition None\nDomains:War/Good\nSpot +7,Listen+3.\n "
},
{
"author": "Calamity",
"message": "((Init for me if needed))\n\n (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \n Tamly \n I'm not sure Rissit, I think it would be better to keep our weapons ready, we don't know whether it's a trap, but I hve a strong feeling it is. \n\n((EDIT: Yay nice roll for me.))"
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n \"What's the plan, Kit?\" Erunak asks, glancing from the door to his mace and back to the door."
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n \n\nHaving had a brief whispered conversation with Kit Rissit tries a suggestion,\n “Well why don’t we open the door, the strongest two, presumably you and Erunak, go in and the rest of us stay out here and cover the guy on the throne with bows or whatever we’ve got” \n \n Spoiler \n\n Rissit \nM LN Human Cleric, Level 1, Init +2, HP 8/8, Speed 20ft\n AC 18, Touch 12, Flat-footed 16, Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5, Base Attack Bonus 0\n (incls +1WeapFocus) Longsword +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Crosbow, Light (30 bolts) +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Scale mail , Shield, heavy wooden (+4 Armor, +2 Shield, +2 Dex)\n Abilities Str 13, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 17, Cha 16\n Condition None\nDomains:War/Good\nSpot +7,Listen+3.\n "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nInwardly, Kit's shaking in his shoes, but he nudges Erunak, throws his shoulders back, and pushes open the door. He holds his sword-tip pointing down, and advances on the throne.\n\n\" I am Ke'Kitathas El'Tulari, and I demand to know what has happened here. \"\n\n((OOC: detect evil))"
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n\nErunak, mace at his side, advances right behind Kit with his lips set in a thin line, eyes darting from one side of the room to another."
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n \n\nRissit stands at the door crossbow levelled and readied, aiming straight at the Elf on the throne.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Rissit \nM LN Human Cleric, Level 1, Init +2, HP 8/8, Speed 20ft\n AC 18, Touch 12, Flat-footed 16, Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5, Base Attack Bonus 0\n (incls +1WeapFocus) Longsword +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Crosbow, Light (30 bolts) +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Scale mail , Shield, heavy wooden (+4 Armor, +2 Shield, +2 Dex)\n Abilities Str 13, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 17, Cha 16\n Condition None\nDomains:War/Good\nSpot +7,Listen+3.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " The room before you is about 25ft long with the throne at the opposite end, and made from pure white marble. The Elf on the throne is tall and slender, dressed in fine red robes with white gilt. He has black hair with white streaks in it and green eyes. He looks over the whole group, with a faint trace of amusement on his face. His eyes linger on Kit a moment longer than the rest of you. \n Demand? Demand? \n \nThe Elf throws his head back and lets out a laugh that seems too deep for his frame that echoes around the room. \n I don't think you're in a position to demand . But it is rather unfair isn't it? I know all of you, \n He raises his head slightly and looks at Kit again. \n Especially you, but you do not know me. How unfortunate. Well, Yale is what they call me here, though it is not what they always called me, so long ago. What they called all of us, so long ago. Ah, but I've said too much haven't I? My friends here, \n He indicates the group on the floor, still seemingly incapacitated. \n Were getting a bit out of hand, so I had to put them down for a bit. Well, what is it you want here? You shouldn't linger, the palace is made of marble mainly, but those lovely little Elven cottages are burning so well. Perhaps you should go outside and watch? No. I think you were here for a reason. Perhaps like our friends here, you want to take me out of the picture? Or are you looking for your dear king? \n\nHe stands up now, and walks about five feet towards you, his footsteps echoing across the room.\n\n Rest assured, he won't be interrupting our little conversation. "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\n\" I don't know who you are or what you're doing here -- but your time of evil tyranny is over! \" He'll approach as close as Yale will let him. \" What have you done with the King? Let him go at once! \"\n\n((sigh))\n\n \n Spoiler \nLet me try a bluff check to seem intimidating ... it's not going to be pretty, but try not to laugh, eh?))\n\n (1d20+2)[ 1 ](3) \n \n\n((oh, joy ... 😩 ))"
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " As you approach Yale, he does nothing to attempt to stop you. \n Hmm. I'm disappointed. That is quite possibly the worst attempt at intimidation that I've ever seen. Ever. And I've been around a while. Well rest assured that the King will not be bothering us. Are you sure that's why you're here? Not here to find your family? Hmm? \n You are now directly in front of Yale, and he tilts his head slightly and smiles. \n Screamed, they did. Wailed, they did. Died, they did. \n He looks up sharply, as if he has sensed something. \n Ah, I see you have a link. Give it to me. That fool of gatekeepers brother thought it just a magic ring. Hah. Almost as foolish as the gatekeeper himself. Now. Give it to me. \n Yales voice goes deeper than should be possible for a moment, and he appears to concentrate. I said, Give it to me! No reaction? Ah, of course. Descendants and all that. Well, I had hoped to not have to resort to violence, but if you do not give me the Link I shall have to. "
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n \n\nRissit staying silent and listening to the exchange approaches slowly keeping his crossbow readied he stops at 15 ft from Yale.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Rissit \nM LN Human Cleric, Level 1, Init +2, HP 8/8, Speed 20ft\n AC 18, Touch 12, Flat-footed 16, Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5, Base Attack Bonus 0\n (incls +1WeapFocus) Longsword +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Crosbow, Light (30 bolts) +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Scale mail , Shield, heavy wooden (+4 Armor, +2 Shield, +2 Dex)\n Abilities Str 13, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 17, Cha 16\n Condition None\nDomains:War/Good\nSpot +7,Listen+3.\n "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nYale's cruel words make Kit tremble harder and bring tears to his arms, but he does not either back up or release the hold on his sword. He is now within 5 feet of the evil sorceror.\n\nWhen Yale demands the 'link,' Kit spares a glance behind him in confusion. Although terrified, he is not moved by Yale's demands, except to be more determined than ever to kill the evil creature.\n\n((ooc: oh, god, I attack))\n\n\" I shall see you dead at my feet, you evil demon! \" screams Kit. \" I smite thee! \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nWith my once a day smite evil\nAttack: (1d20+5)[ 15 ](20) \nDamage: (1d8+3)[ 1 ](4) \n \n\n((sigh, it's a cruel world))"
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n \n\n((Looks like we're committed then))\n\nRissit pulls the trigger releasing the tension from the tautly strung crossbow with a loud and reassuring twang.\n\n\n (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \n (1d8)[ 2 ] \n \n Spoiler \n\n Rissit \nM LN Human Cleric, Level 1, Init +2, HP 8/8, Speed 20ft\n AC 18, Touch 12, Flat-footed 16, Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5, Base Attack Bonus 0\n (incls +1WeapFocus) Longsword +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Crossbow, Light (30 bolts) +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Scale mail , Shield, heavy wooden (+4 Armor, +2 Shield, +2 Dex)\n Abilities Str 13, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 17, Cha 16\n Condition None\nDomains:War/Good\nSpot +7,Listen+3.\n "
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": "Just realised I didn't roll init\nso here it is (1d20+2)[ 15 ] "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Skjaldbakka\n\nSeeing as the group has committed to engage this clearly superior foe, Skjald is torn between his feelings of self-preservation and his loyalty to this random group of people he doesn't really even know. . . .\n\nHis better judgement seeming to have taken a leave of absence, the gnome slips a flask of alchemist's fire out of his belt, and wings it at the enemy, hoping that the foe is as-of-yet unaware of his presence.\n\nRolls:\nPrevious Hide roll was an 18\nTo-hit: (1d20)[ 18 ] This is against his touch AC, and possibly against his flat-footed touch AC, if he didn't spot me.\nDamage: (1d6)[ 6 ] \nSneak Attack Damage: (1d6)[ 3 ] "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": "Erunak begins to move towards the reclining elf, knuckles white around his mace.\n\n((I doubt I'm close enough to reach out and touch somebody just yet))"
},
{
"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": "((OOC: Sorry guys. I thought that this thread was dead so I stopped checking it late last night. Then I thought that I posted last night. Apparently not. Maybe I posted somewhere else entirely. I hope that it is ok to assume that Cristobal entered the throne room along with Rissit. OOC))\n\n Cristobal \n Init (1d20+1) 16 \n I guess there is no turning back now. \n\nCristobal casts summon monster I to summon a celestial badger. He employs his augment summoning feat to give the badger +4 to strength and constitution.\n\nBadger Stats\n \n Spoiler \n hp: 11\nac: 15, touch 14, flat-footed 12\nInitiative: +3\nSpeed: 30 ft.\nAttack: Claw +6 melee 1d2+1\nFull Attack: 2 claws +6 melee 1d2+1 and bite +1 melee (1d3+1)\nReach: 5 ft.\nSpecial attacks: rage, smite evil\nSpecial qualities: darkvision 60 ft, resistance to acid cold and electricity 5,\nSpell resistance 6.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "[Calamity has posted no action thus far, so I will RP Tamly myself.]\n\n Seeing that the situation is clearly going to degrade into violence, Tamly acts with lightning speed [Inititative Roll: 20] and with morningstar raised, rushes forward, attempting to close the distance between Yalé and himself so as to strike the evil Elf down with his morningstar, with Erunak only a few steps behind him, [Initiative Roll: 17] seemingly attempting to outrun even the indecipherable arcane words emnating from Cristobals mouth as he prepares his summoning spell [Initiative Roll: 16] . \n The recent events happening with such lightning speed, the Elfs mouth hangs open, and he can barely dodge, as the bolt from Rissits crossbow [Initiative Roll: 15, Attack Roll: 13] flys over his shoulder, missing him by a handsbreadth. \n The container of alchemists fire soars through the air [Initiative Roll:9] , only seen by Yalé at the last moment [Sneak Attack] , as it thuds solidly into his chest [Attack Roll: 18] , bursting into flames and badly burning the evil Elf [Damage Roll: 6, Sneak Attack Damage Roll: 3 = 9 Damage] , and almost igniting the gilt robe he is wearing. Stepping almost instantly back [Initiative Roll: 9] , Yalé gesticulates quickly and mutters some incomprehensable words, all the while weaving and dodging to avoid the attack he beleieves will come from Kit, and when Kit's longsword, wreathed in Holy light comes swinging towards him, he is ready, ducking quite nimbly for such a skinny looking Elf. Unfortunately for Yalé though, the Paladins reflexes serve him well, [Attack Roll: 20] and the sword cleaves through the neck of the cursed Elf, his head falling off his shoulders and rolling along the floor of the room slowly. \n\n[I know Kit's attack is not a critical hit as it's not a natural 20, but he only had one hit point left and I thought it was a fitting end.]"
},
{
"author": "Calamity",
"message": "(OOC: Yeah sorry about, I thought the same as rovinpiper did, unfortunately I didn't see it in time unlike he did)\n\n Tamly \n The tyrant is dead, and none are even scratched! Kit, I am sure your family will rest in peace now. "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n \"Good fighting, Kit,\" Erunak says, slinging his mace back over his shoulder. \"It's pretty obvious he's dead. Who's gonna check him for important stuff?\" "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\n((ooc: how does Yale's death affect Kit's Detect Evil results? ))\n\nBlind to anything but righteous fury and paralyzing fear, Kit puts his whole self behind the strike at Yale. The head goes flying, blood and gore pouring out onto the floor. Chest heaving, Kit stands there for a moment, open-mouthed in shock. He'd been so sure he was about to meet some horribly painful and humiliating demise that the sudden death of his enemy leaves him momentarily stunned.\n\nHaving never seen a dead body before, let alone killed someone, Kit drops his sword with a clatter and staggers off to the side, clutching the throne for support. The room spins around him and he's distracted by the nauseating churning in his stomach.\n\nTamly's words ring in his head. \"Rest in peace ... rest in peace ....\"\n\nYale had said they were dead, his family, but how much could he trust that he spoke true? The sheer unfairness of it all hits him now and Kit sucks in great lungfuls of air, trying not to either break down or puke all over the throne room.\n\nHe reaches into his pocket and grabs the ring, whispering, \" Oh, ring, thou has spoken true, the bitter deed is done. I thank you, my friend. \"\n\nHe lays his head against the cold marble for a moment longer and then collects himself, facing his companions once more.\n\n\" Master Hawk, would you be so kind to check for magic upon Yale? I detect vast amounts of evil in him, and in this room. Our unfortunate predecessors, \" he gestures at the unconscious elves, \" also have the taint of evil about them, but it is not from them. While we have time we should see if we can detect where all this evil comes from and we need to find the King. \"\n\nHe collects his sword and, though clearly disgusted, cleans off the blade before sheathing it."
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n \n\nRissit steps over the body and up to the throne which he examines carefully before turning to Kit and saying,\n \"What is your feeling about this source of evil, any ideas? Maybe if Cristobal finds nothing then I'll give it a check too. We may be able to close this room up and rest so that we can get the ring identified, do you think thats possible or should we keep moving\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Rissit \nM LN Human Cleric, Level 1, Init +2, HP 8/8, Speed 20ft\n AC 18, Touch 12, Flat-footed 16, Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5, Base Attack Bonus 0\n (incls +1WeapFocus) Longsword +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Crossbow, Light (30 bolts) +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Scale mail , Shield, heavy wooden (+4 Armor, +2 Shield, +2 Dex)\n Abilities Str 13, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 17, Cha 16\n Condition None\nDomains:War/Good\nSpot +7,Listen+3.\n "
},
{
"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": "((OOC: Has Cristobal now summoned a celestial badger for which he has no use? OOC))\n\nCristobal finds strangely that fear did not really hit him until after the fighting ended. While it was happening, Cristobal felt like Yale being burned and beheaded was imaginary, as though he were reading about it in a book.\n\n Gods! In a matter of seconds this perffectly healthy person posessing such political and magical power has been reduced to a smoldering and mangled corpse! That could have been any one of us! Or even several of us! I could have been ripped to shreds right here a second ago and the world wouldn't bat an eye! \n\nCristobal tries to compose himself, but he feels that the shaking in his hands and voice must be plain for all to see and hear.\n\n D-Detect magic? Sure, I can do that. What is top priority, though? Yale, I guess. Followed by the other...uh...rebels, I guess. What about the throne or the ring? I can give three things a detailed inspection and glance at one more, with this spell. I'll have to wait until tommorrow to cast it again.\n\nHey maybe we should move Yale and the other's closer to one another to...to...(gack) \n\nCristobal has made the mistake of looking at Yale's mangled form as he talked about moving it. It's too much for him and he coughs a little stream of bile onto the regal floor.\n\n Sorry, bad idea. "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n \"They're not dead, are they?\" Erunak says, realization dawning on him. He grins. \"If we wake 'em up, sure, they'll be in competition with us. But they're going to owe us a solid, too. A pretty big one, considering what we had to do to get here.\" \n\nErunak moves over to Cristobal and gives him an awkward pat on the back. \"That's alright. Happens to the best of us. Guy I knew, Forks Nassher? He dropped a crateload of sawblades onto some orcs one time, right out a third floor window. He was yarking pretty good after that one.\" "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\n \n Originally Posted by Glawackus \n Erunak moves over to Cristobal and gives him an awkward pat on the back. \"That's alright. Happens to the best of us. Guy I knew, Forks Nassher? He dropped a crateload of sawblades onto some orcs one time, right out a third floor window. He was yarking pretty good after that one.\" \n \n\nKit closes his eyes with a pained expression at Glawackus' attempt to cheer up Cristobal. He's definitely trying to keep from horking himself.\n\nHe turns his attention to Rissit. \" I saw, just after Yale ... er ... died, \" he swallows, \" some kind of red, cord-like thing coming out of him and coiling that way, \" he points toward one of the doors leading out of the throne room, \" like some strange abberation of a snake. And,\" he adds after a moment, \"the rest of the evil in this room seems gone now, too. \"\n\nHe keeps his gaze averted from Yale's headless body. \" We need to keep moving, so if the rebels aren't hurt too bad, we should leave them be and concentrate on finding the king. Do the magic-y thing with Yale, and then let's be gone, we can carry anything with us you're not sure about, Master Hawk. \"\n\nHe's starting to get antsy, remembering that they haven't yet seen hide nor hair of Keeper, who said in his note that he was off to kill Yale, and, too, that Keeper had said he thought that Yale was somehow influencing the King. If the evil that had affected everyone in this room has Keeper in its grip, then the king could be in real danger.\n\n\" Hurry, \" he says, \" let's do this and get out of here! \""
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Skjaldbakka\n\nThe gnome slips into the room, wrinkling his nose at the smell of scorched flesh. \"Well, I suppose he was really just an arrogant bastard, then. Makes you wonder how he was able to kill those guys,\" he says, gesturing at the previous group of adventurers."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " As if on cue, one of the four prone figures snores loudly.. "
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n \n\nRissit grabs what remains of Yale and drags it across to the sleeping rebels and drops it. He stands back and makes to begin a prayer but before he gets started he pauses,\n \"Whats that noise, it's coming from over there\" \nAs he moves cautiously across the room to investigate he looks over his shoulder and says to Cristobal\n \"There you go, see what magic you can find on that lot. As you say we can bring weverything else with us and sort it out later.\" \nHe nods at the pile of bodies to indicatge what that lot he's talking about before turning his attention back to his current objective\"\n \"I'm going to check this knocking first though. I have a feeling that it just might be someone who's been immobilised for whatever reason\" \nHoping he's right he approaches the area where the knocking emanates from and has a good look.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Rissit \nM LN Human Cleric, Level 1, Init +2, HP 8/8, Speed 20ft\n AC 18, Touch 12, Flat-footed 16, Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5, Base Attack Bonus 0\n (incls +1WeapFocus) Longsword +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Crossbow, Light (30 bolts) +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Scale mail , Shield, heavy wooden (+4 Armor, +2 Shield, +2 Dex)\n Abilities Str 13, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 17, Cha 16\n Condition None\nDomains:War/Good\nSpot +7,Listen+3.\n "
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": "Rissit Generally paying attention\n\nHaving put the wrong bloody dice syntax in yet again I can't roll now I've edited . Just roll a spot/search/listen if relevant for me plz retttu."
},
{
"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": "Cristobal puts his hand over his mouth muffling an odd whimpering noise that he makes as he pulls away from Erunak and his awkward and disturbing attempt at sympathy.\n\n I wanna go home! \n Okay. I'll exam Yale and our fellow rebels for magic then. \n\nCristobal casts detect magic and scans across the group on the floor. After first scanning each member he backtracks to exam in detail those that had magical auras. Yale is his first priority."
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n \n\nArriving at the throne Rissit drops to his knees and begins to investigate beneath the throne,\n \"It's coming from under here\" \nHe carefully checks the area around the throne's base\n\nspot:\n (1d20+7)[ 13 ] \n \n Spoiler \n\n Rissit \nM LN Human Cleric, Level 1, Init +2, HP 8/8, Speed 20ft\n AC 18, Touch 12, Flat-footed 16, Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5, Base Attack Bonus 0\n (incls +1WeapFocus) Longsword +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Crossbow, Light (30 bolts) +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Scale mail , Shield, heavy wooden (+4 Armor, +2 Shield, +2 Dex)\n Abilities Str 13, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 17, Cha 16\n Condition None\nDomains:War/Good\nSpot +7,Listen+3.\n "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Skjaldbakka moves over to the throne, and gives it a good looking over.\n\nsearch: (1d20+8)[ 13 ] "
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n \nRissit finds what he's been looking for, at least he assumes it's the answer. However it's not an entire solution as he proceeds to explain,\n \"There's a trapdoor here guys. It looks like it's been opened fairly recently but there's a problem. I can't open it because the throne's on it. The throne is solid marble and very heavy so I can't see how we're going to move that. Do you see anything Skjald?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Rissit \nM LN Human Cleric, Level 1, Init +2, HP 8/8, Speed 20ft\n AC 18, Touch 12, Flat-footed 16, Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5, Base Attack Bonus 0\n (incls +1WeapFocus) Longsword +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Crossbow, Light (30 bolts) +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Scale mail , Shield, heavy wooden (+4 Armor, +2 Shield, +2 Dex)\n Abilities Str 13, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 17, Cha 16\n Condition None\nDomains:War/Good\nSpot +7,Listen+3.\n "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n \"I can try to push it off,\" Erunak comments. \"On the other hand, Yale here doesn't look like he's--er, was--pushing any marble thrones around. Must be some kinda switch somewhere.\" "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Skjaldbakka\n\n\"There must be a hidden switch somewhere around here.\" Skjald looks around the room for any sconces on the walls, statues, or other likely places to conceal a hidden switch, and begins to look them over.\n\nsearch: (1d20+8)[ 10 ] "
},
{
"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": " There is some sort of magical device in Yale's front breast pocket here. Maybe it relates to the secret passage. I'll take a closer look at it.\n\nHey, let's not get tunnel vision here. Let's have two people focus on watching our backs while the rest of us try to figure out the tunnel and this device. I think that Erunak and Kit make great choices for guards. \n\nCristobal pulls on leather gloves, then uses his dagger to cut away Yale's breast pocket. His intention is to examine the magical object visualy before handling it."
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " \"Yeah, sure,\" Erunak says, walking back towards the doors to the room.\n\n Magic devices now? Erunak thinks. You can take 'em. I'll choose guard duty over screwin' with the unknown any day of the week. "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nBusy checking over the unconscious elves, Kit looks up and nods. \" I agree with Master Hawk. Let me finish what I'm doing here. What do you think's under that throne, anyway? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nAre the elves stable? I'll do some heal checks just in case ...\nHeal 1: (1d20+2)[ 6 ](8) \nHeal 2: (1d20+2)[ 6 ](8) \nHeal 3: (1d20+2)[ 20 ](22) \nHeal 4: (1d20+2)[ 17 ](19) \n\nAnd one last question, are any of those elves wearing some light armor Kit can put on? Feeling a bit bare at the moment. 😁\n "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((I wondered why a Paladin wasn't wearing any armour. I thought it was Plate-Mail agogo with you guys?))\n\n[One of the Elves is wearing a cheap-looking Chain shirt, and one is wearing burnished Scale. And stealing armour? Is that a Paladinny thing to do?😏 ]\n\n The Elves on the floor seem not to be in any immediate danger from wounds, although one has taken rather a nasty knock onthe head when they hit the floor. you bandage and apply salve to their bruises. "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Skjaldbakka\n\nThe gnome finishes poking around, looking at various things in the throneroom. He pockets a gold coin he finds wedged into a crack in the wall, \"at least this expedition hasn't been a total waste,\" he mutters under his breath."
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n[QUOTE=Rettu Skcollob;3334167]((I wondered why a Paladin wasn't wearing any armour. I thought it was Plate-Mail agogo with you guys?))\n\n[One of the Elves is wearing a cheap-looking Chain shirt, and one is wearing burnished Scale. And stealing armour? Is that a Paladinny thing to do?😏 ]\n\nKit took off his armor when they were at the guard shack. Wasn't exactly time to climb back in it. And there's no telling what trouble the king's gotten himself into, and I'd call it more 'borrowing' than stealing ... but ... [sigh] it kinda makes me nervous to do anyway. Guess he'll consider it, but pass up the opportunity.\n \n\nAfter bandaging up the elves, Kit takes up a position near the entrance door, standing guard.\n\n \n Spoiler \nListen check: (1d20+4)[ 6 ](10) \n \n\n\" Find anything yet? Think you can hurry up? \""
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": "Erunak stands at attention by the door,trying to see as fas as he can down the hallway.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI imagine it's somewhat dark...spot check as well?\nSpot: (1d20-1)[ 2 ] \nListen: (1d20-1)[ 10 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Calamity",
"message": " Tamly \n Have you found anything yet, Skjald? Wait a minute, maybe if... \n\nTamly looks at the crack in the wall\n\n Skajd maybe that coin was there for a reason. I think that's how Yale remembered where whatever opened the trapdoor was. Take a closer look. "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"Really? OK, I'll give it a closer look.\" \n \nsearch (1d20+8)[ 19 ] Actually, I'll go ahead and take 20, since we seem convinced this is the spot. That gives me a 28, and takes 2 minutes.\n\nEDIT- after a few minutes, Skajld finds the catch and proceeds to trigger it."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " Ignoring the slot next to the catch, you trigger the catch with your finger. You hear a click, and a grinding sound. Looking back at the throne, you see the top of the right arm of the chair is sliding back, revealing three small catches; one red, one blue, and one green. These fit into the pattern of the chair so well, that you wouldn't know that they were there if you had not seen the chair arms top slide back. "
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n \nStaring intently at the arm of the throne as if it's going to tell him something Rissit gains no insight. Temporarily lost, not knowing how to proceed he concludes that action is the best option when confused. He announces this in his own inimitable way by starting to act whilst telling everyone thats what he's doing,\n \"Well three buttons to choose from. Red is always danger. Green is always safe. So blue must be for confused, that's me.\" \nHis finger moves tentatively towards the blue button as he looks up to see if anyone is about to disagree or stop him.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Rissit \nM LN Human Cleric, Level 1, Init +2, HP 8/8, Speed 20ft\n AC 18, Touch 12, Flat-footed 16, Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5, Base Attack Bonus 0\n (incls +1WeapFocus) Longsword +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Crossbow, Light (30 bolts) +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Scale mail , Shield, heavy wooden (+4 Armor, +2 Shield, +2 Dex)\n Abilities Str 13, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 17, Cha 16\n Condition None\nDomains:War/Good\nSpot +7,Listen+3.\n "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": "Erunak takes a few steps out into the hall to be on the safe side and turns. \"Are you sure you should just guess? Maybe Kit knows somethng about this.\" "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\n\" Me? \" says Kit, staring at the throne. \" I'm not touching that thing! I've had enough experience getting blasted by foolish pr-- \" He chokes off what he's saying and turns away abruptly, going back to his post by the door.\n\n\" Maybe Skald should look at it, Rissit, before you touch anything. His f-father has a magic shop, right? \""
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Skjaldbakka takes a careful look at the button, in an attempt to determine how much pressure would be needed to press it in.\n\nAppraise ? (1d20+10)[ 15 ] \n\nor Search ? (1d20+8)[ 28 ] "
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": "((OOC: Save me ))"
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((So, I am assuming that he presses the blue button, yes?))"
},
{
"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": " Look at this! Another ring. Like the one that Yale called what...? A trinket, a bauble. \n\nCristobal picks up the ring.\n\n What are these rings for? They seem important. "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " ((So, I am assuming that he presses the blue button, yes?)) \n\nNo, Skjald is analyzing the situation. He is trying to figure out if a thrown object could push in a button, or if some kind of pole would be necessary, so as to hit the button from a distance. He is also looking for any traps on the buttons themselves. (Which I should hope he would find with that search check)."
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": "((OOC: No not presses button, what Skjald said. I should have been clearer, I meant Skjald to save Rissit from pressing the button, so \"save me\" from myself as it were))"
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((I'll just wait for you to sort out the pressing of the button by yourselves then.))"
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " ((I'll just wait for you to sort out the pressing of the button by yourselves then.)) \n\nOK.\n\n\nSkjaldbakka directs everyone to step back away from the buttons, a good 40ft. or so, and then wings a stone at the blue button, pressing it in."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((40ft away brings you back into the corridoor))\n\n The stone hits the button dead-on, pressing it in. The stone rolls to the floor with a clatter, but the button remains depressed. A 'Click' is heard, and a grinding sound, as a 10ft by 20ft section of the floor in front of the throne slips into the walls with astonishing speed, revealing a pit about 20ft deep in the gap. \n\n((There is now a 10ft jump to be able to get to either side of the floor that the throne's on.))"
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n \"Well, I'll be,\" Erunak says, looking over his shoulder at what's going on. \"This is just like the stories my father used to tell me about how the evil king would press a button and whoever was standing in front of him would just fall right down into the dungeons.\" "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " Alrighty then, next button! \n\nThe gnome takes another stone and wings it at the red button."
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nPeering from the corridor into the throne room, Kit marvels at Skald's accuracy and wishes, not for the first time, that he hadn't left his pack at the gatehouse. A bow would come in handy if something came out of that hole. And Erunak's comment is not reassuring in the least.\n\nStill, if there were anyone he'd trust with that bizarre device, the little gnome was it. Kit holds his breath as Skald tosses the second stone, hoping against hope that they'll actually get answers and not more troubles ...."
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n \n\nRissit laughs and shakes his head,\n \"Well who'd had thought that throwing stones could be such a useful skill.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Rissit \nM LN Human Cleric, Level 1, Init +2, HP 8/8, Speed 20ft\n AC 18, Touch 12, Flat-footed 16, Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5, Base Attack Bonus 0\n (incls +1WeapFocus) Longsword +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Crossbow, Light (30 bolts) +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Scale mail , Shield, heavy wooden (+4 Armor, +2 Shield, +2 Dex)\n Abilities Str 13, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 17, Cha 16\n Condition None\nDomains:War/Good\nSpot +7,Listen+3.\n "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "((I won't be able to get to a computer again until Tuesday night. Assume that Skjald hits the last button in the same manner as the first two, once we are finished examining the results of whatever happens from the next button.))"
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " The stone once more flies with perfect accuracy, striking the red button straight on. The button depresses and a click is heard. And another. And another. Suddenly clicks and whirrs are heard from the corridor behind in a multitude. After a few seconds the clicks stop. \n\n((The group can detect nothing visibly different about the corridor.))"
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n \"I don't like this,\" Erunak says, not wanting to know what all the noises indicate."
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\n\" I don't like it either. \"\n\nKit pokes his head back in the room to see if he notices anything different. He's not going to set foot in that room yet!\n\n [rollv]spot: 1d20+4[/rollv] "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": "grr, dang it!\n\nspot check for Kit: (1d20+4)[ 17 ](21) "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": "Erunak follows suit, reasoning that curiosity did kill the cat, but (et cetera).\n\nSpot: (1d20-1)[ 16 ] "
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n \n\nRissit shuffles his feet and shkes his his head,\n \"I think I'll just stay here and wait to see what happens with the next button. I'm not sure I like the sounds but I'm hoping everything just gets set and reset by different buttons. We should be so lucky\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Rissit \nM LN Human Cleric, Level 1, Init +2, HP 8/8, Speed 20ft\n AC 18, Touch 12, Flat-footed 16, Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5, Base Attack Bonus 0\n (incls +1WeapFocus) Longsword +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Crossbow, Light (30 bolts) +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Scale mail , Shield, heavy wooden (+4 Armor, +2 Shield, +2 Dex)\n Abilities Str 13, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 17, Cha 16\n Condition None\nDomains:War/Good\nSpot +7,Listen+3.\n "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\n \n Originally Posted by Rettu Skcollob \n You look carefully and cautiously about the room moving into all the nooks and crannys to better detect anything amiss, but can detect nothing out of place. You are about to give up, until something catches your eye. The slot next to the lever you pulled to move the throne has another lever next to it. You didn't notice it beforehand, so it must have appeared after the button was pressed. It looks identical to the other lever save for a red handle. \n \n\n((man! all that lead up, and it's just a lever? 😛 ))\n\n\" Skald, \" calls Kit, \" Why don't you take a look at this lever? \""
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Skjald moves up and carefully inspects the lever.\n\n((takes 20, netting a 28 search check, looking for traps or any clue as to what the level does. If he doesn't find anything, he pulls the lever))"
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": "If he pulls that lever, or looks like he's going to, Kit's going to run back to the corridor! 😁"
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "After taking a look at the lever, the gnome tilts his head to one side in a quizzical manner, and then jerks the lever perpindicular to the normal path of the lever."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " Kit runs into the corridor like an arrow, as Skjald makes to move the lever. The aperature slides easily in the horizontal path Skjald pushes it. A click is heard, and then a cacophany of clicks and whirrs identical to the one heard before, but unlike before, seemingly in reverse order is heard from the corridor. As before, silence falls after a few seconds. A small noise is heard, and red button rises from it's depressed position. "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " Skjaldbakka\n\n\"Alrighty then, lets try the green button.\" Skjald will pick up one of the discarded stones, and tag the green button from a corner of the room."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((Oh, jeez, I spent 10 minutes typing up what happened and now, an hour or two later I come back and it's not there! I'll retype it later, I can't bear to do it again now.))"
},
{
"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": " Why sideways? Is the lever booby-trapped against movement up and down?\n\nAnd are we just pushing buttons and pulling levers at random or does someone have an idea what is happening here? "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " Skjaldbakka\n\n\"As a matter of fact, there was a trap. Trust me, I know what I'm doing.\" \n I hope I'm not lying to him. "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\n\" This magic stuff is the pits. \"\n\nHe peeks back in the room to make sure that Skald is okay."
},
{
"author": "plugsy",
"message": " Rissit: \n \n\nRissit takes a couple of steps back\n \"Well if it's trapped I'm just glad you stopped me pressing anything\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Rissit \nM LN Human Cleric, Level 1, Init +2, HP 8/8, Speed 20ft\n AC 18, Touch 12, Flat-footed 16, Fort +3, Ref +2, Will +5, Base Attack Bonus 0\n (incls +1WeapFocus) Longsword +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Crossbow, Light (30 bolts) +2 (1d8, 19-20/x2)\n Scale mail , Shield, heavy wooden (+4 Armor, +2 Shield, +2 Dex)\n Abilities Str 13, Dex 15, Con 12, Int 14, Wis 17, Cha 16\n Condition None\nDomains:War/Good\nSpot +7,Listen+3.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((I suppose I better retype what happened. *sigh*))\n\n The green button is depressed, and your stone skitters along the floor. A grinding sound is heard, and looking at the throne, you see that the block of stone to the right of it is sinking into the ground, two thin pieces however, stay up, and the solid marble throne stone laboriously grinds along these two pieces, revealing a dusty trap door of ancient knotted wood, contrasting sharply against the otherwise marble room. The throne reaches the end of the two rails and emits a dull boom. The room is once again silent, but for the flickering torches. \n\n((This is only about a third of what happened last time, but I can tell you the rest when you manage to open the trap-door.))"
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nKit enters the room again cautiously, clearly torn between investigating further and pressing on. His desire to find the king is ever in the foremost of his thoughts.\n\n\" I wonder, \" he says finally, not touching, but coming closer to peer at the trapdoor, \" if this might lead to a dungeon perhaps? \"\n\nHe seems frightened, but a queer sort of hope is in his eyes, almost begging the others to reassure him.\n\nHe turns to Skald: \" Can you open it, or do you think it would yield to force? \"\n\n\n((OOC: are the unconscious elves still okay? still unconscious? ))"
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Skjaldbakka\n\n\"Give me a minute, and I'll look it over.\"\n\nOnce again aking 20 to search trapdoor for traps and how best to open it.\n(28)"
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by DM \n The stone hits the button dead-on, pressing it in. The stone rolls to the floor with a clatter, but the button remains depressed. A 'Click' is heard, and a grinding sound, as a 10ft by 20ft section of the floor in front of the throne slips into the walls with astonishing speed, revealing a pit about 20ft deep in the gap. \n\n((There is now a 10ft jump to be able to get to either side of the floor that the throne's on.)) \n \n\n The Elves on the ground are still prone, yes. "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n \"I've had enough of this button pushing,\" Erunak growls. \"If we're sending someone down there, I'll gladly go.\" "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Skjaldbakka\n\nNot finding any traps (presumably), Skjaldbakka will open the trapdoor, and gesture towards the opening.\n \n\"Be my guest. I am sure you will be better able to handle anything that might be lurking down there better than I.\" \n\n((Do I see anything with my Darkvision?))"
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": "Kit advances with Erunak.\n\n\" I'm going, too. \""
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " The ancient wooden trapdoor creaks open and through the small opening you see that there is a smooth stone floor about 20 feet down, with some steps running from the mouth of the trap-door to the bottom. It seems to be brightly lit but you cannot see any light sources. The tapping sound can be clearly heard now, and you hear a low male Elvish sounding voice from quite close singing some sort of song. It has an extremely fast tempo and the tapping appears to be to the rythm of the song.\n \n And so the thin man came to me, and he gave me round rings of three,\nand he told me to keep it safe and hid and I quickly did as I was bid,\nso kept one hid and carried two and knew that was the right thing to do,\nBut then another man appeared, with unkempt hair and tangled beard,\nand so he ran right up and said to me; \"I'm in dire need o' rings o' three!\"\nI said he could have it when I'm dead, but he went and struck me on the head,\nwhen I woke I had round rings of one, and I wondered what was to be done,\nso I roused my myself from earthen bed and bandaged up my aching head, and I asked the earth, I asked the air; \"What must I do, I must prepare!\"\nAnd at night I was roused from my bed, a demon with foul eyes of red,\ndemanded that I give him three or told me what would happen to me,\nand I wailed and gave up my mind, and left my earthen body behind,\nand told him of the things I knew, things I loved and things I rue,\nand he walked away and gathered two and I knew what I must do,\nI sent the only one I had and gave it to a quiet lad,\nAnd he lived alone and guarded a gate til the demon came with fire and hate,\nso here I lie so here I sit, and I care not a whit,\nabout the demons cursed plans, to conquer far uncharted lands.\n \n\n((To see more you will have to go down the stairs or poke your head through.))"
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n\nErunak glances at Kit as if to say, \"Still coming?\" and trudges down the steps."
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nBlanching a little at the off-kilter song, Kit nevertheless steadies his grip on his sword and nods.\n\n\" Right behind you. \""
},
{
"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": "Cristobal looks back and forth between the throne room the passage below. He's afraid of doing the wrong thing, but even more afraid of looking stupid in front of everyone.\n\n Don't advance too quickly let's keep each other in sight. \n\nCristobal follows Erunak and Kit with his crossbow at the low ready."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " You pace slowly down the steps, your footsteps echoing strangely. You find yourself at the bottom of the steps in a brightly lit room about 20' by 60'. The floor is of ancient stone, mainly covered in dust. The walls are of crumbling ancient, knotted wood, and the floor beneath them is covered in wood chips that have fallen off. The wall opposite you features a prominent wooden door. At the each far wall While the room is brightly lit, you can see no light sources, although the light seems to be emnating from small, raised pieces of stone which lie against the walls at even intervals. The steps behind you seem ominously long compared to when you went down. The door on the opposite wall is decorated with a fist sized picture of a candle engraved into the wood with intricate detail. The ceiling is about 10 feet up and is covered with cobwebs. The singing has stopped and ominous silence fills the air for a moment. Then a piercing manic, rasping laugh is heard, and the voice rings out again. \n Well, I'm bored now. What shall we do bony? \n A few clicks are heard and then the voice rings again. \n More songs? Oh bony, I can't sing all the time. \n \nThe laugh is heard again, followed by a few gasps. \n Time! Haha! I have lots of time! \n Click-Click-Click \n Oh, of course bony, I mean we have lots of time. \n Click-Click \n Oh, how can you say such a thing! Of course I'll write you into a song. I'll call it; \"Ode to bony\". After all, you are my only friend in here. But that nasty Yale took out your tongue didn't he? Well, don't worry, I'll speak for you. \n Click-Click-Click-Click- "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n \"Who's there?\" Erunak calls, part of him dreading an answer, and a more rational part of him looking around for anything out of the ordinary.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpot: (1d20-1)[ 8 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " Once again, the laugh rings out across the silence. \n Who's there? An boring question. If by who, you mean me, then what part of me? Who I was, who I am, or who I will be? A boring question then. Think of something more interesting to ask, and try again. See me after class young man. Perhaps I could answer that question. Perhaps you should find out yourself? Your eyes can tell you a thousand things, if you've got time to listen. "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nAll the dust and cobwebs is certainly discouraging, and the talking very creepy, but that there is definitely someone here is tingling Kit's curiosity. He strains his ears to try and pick out which door the mysterious person is behind. If Yale imprisoned this person, then he should be set free, right?\n\n \n Spoiler \nListen check to see if I can determine where the singing/talking is coming from: (1d20+4)[ 5 ](9) \na Spot check for anything unusual: (1d20+4)[ 16 ](20) \nand a Diplomacy check, for whatever that's worth: (1d20+4)[ 19 ](23) \n \n\n\" I am Ke'Kitathas El'Tulari, slayer of the evil villain Yale, at your service, humble sir, and I beg to make your aquaintance, if you should permit me. \""
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " There is a clatter, followed by a long silence, and then; \n Ke'Kitathas? Ke'Kitathas El'Tulari? And his companions... Of course. By the Gods... I... I never thought... \n Silence once again reigns over the dusty room. \n I'm sorry. \n The speakers tone has evened out, the slightly manic quality of his voice gone. He speaks heartfeltly. \n Turn around. Leave now. This place. This world. It's doomed. Leave it. Go to Dappled Fields. The Government District, if it's still there. The central pillar. Round rings of three. Leave me be. Madness encroaches upon me. \n A few clicks are heard, and then the manic laugh is heard again. \n That rhymed! Haha! three parts!\nAnd now I speak in verse and rhyme,\nSpeaking of a different time.\nElvish Lord and Human Peasant,\nHear of times, past and present,\nWho am I? Who are you?\nPerhaps we are one, not two,\nStory Ancient, Teller old,\nTelling of the coming Cold,\nSeven Sons, of spirit but not blood!\nA fiery chariot, beneath the dirt and mud!\nAgainst this foe, who can stand?\nPlease stand up, please raise your hand!\nSix up and one down,\nburied in the human town,\nWhat to do, what to say?\nA story for another day!\nThey already have links of two,\nBut that surely just will not do!\nStory ancient, Teller old,\nTelling of the coming Cold.\n \n The speaker has regained the worryingly manic quality to his voice and has lost the heartfelt tone he had a moment ago. His voice seems only to even when in this state when he speaks in verse. "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n \"I don't think he's going to say anything else useful, I don't think either of us is going to find the traps that've surely been placed on that door, and I don't think it's wise to bring the others down, either,\" Erunak says, shaking his head and turning to leave, clearly upset at what he's seen."
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\n\" Wait! \" Kit grabs Erunak by the arm. \" We can't just leave him here! What did that mean? Who is he? Does he kn-know ...? \" He cuts himself off, face drawn in anguish.\n\nAfter a moment or two to pull himself back together, Kit asks, \" Shouldn't we at least try ? \""
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " Erunak \n \"Fine,\" Erunak mutters, rolling his eyes a little. He calls back up the stairs.\n\n \"HEY! THERE'S A GUY DOWN HERE! COME DOWN, BUT WATCH OUT FOR TRAPS!\" \n \"What's with the candle on the door, anyhow?\" he comments."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Skjaldbakka will head down there and take a look at the door.\n\n28 search check."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "((Sorry it took so long to reply! My computer had hard-drive issues and died.))\n\n[I sent the search check results to Skjald, maybe they didn't reach him]\n\n From behind the door, running footsteps coming closer towards you sound out, followed by a female voice sounds out. It has a the musical tone most Elves have in their voice, and has a strangely youthful quality to it. \n You? Why are you still here? Our bonds are broken, we're free now! Free from our ageless tombs! We can escape this world! \n The speaker from before speaks out again, with the same manic tone. As before. \n Free? Haha! Freedom! I longed for that, long ago. Now I don't long for anything. I'll stay here thank you very much. Do you know, I was once offered singing lessons, but I said \"You'll never get a chance to use them!\" Hahahahaha! Go now, leave me be, perhaps the people outside will be more fun. Bye-bye shadow girl, and don't touch the candle flame! You're not all that's imprisoned here you know! \n Others? \n A shuffling is heard, and then silence. "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " Skjaldbakka \n\nA cold chill runs down Skjaldbakka's spine, and fear can be heard in his voice, though he tries to sound confident. \"We . . . should really be going.\" \n\n(I didn't get the search results, but I don't think they matter at this point. I have also realized that I don't seem to have stats, which I plan to rememdy shortly)"
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": "Kit gives Skald a hopeless look.\n\n\" Do you understand this? Isn't there anything more we can do? \""
},
{
"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": " I'm getting the feeling that whatever is imprisoned here should stay here. I think we've made a big mistake. Yet somehow, I doubt that we can just close that trap door and make everything well again. I'm going to go further in and find out what this is. \n\nCristobal starts edging forward slowly and cautiously."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " Your faces lit by the dim glow, the silence continues, until four sounds are heard in quick succession, as if flames had been extinguished. Suddenly, the door swings open silently towards you, making the less disciplined among you start. but you can see only darkness within the space revealed. The lights in the room you occupy seem to do almost nothing to pierce the blackness within, you can only see a dimly lit small roughly 5/5ft section of stone floor ahead. A chill creeps over you. If you weren't scared before, you can feel fears icy grip now. Terror seems to be emnating from the darkness itself, though the effect is lessened by not staring directly at it. The effects seems more intense the closer you are to the entrance. \n the eerie silence lingers, almost palpable for a few moments, until the manic voice sings out. \n The tests? Now those I haven't seen for a long time!\nOh dear, that didn't rhyme. \n\n[The fear has no physical effects at this time, but you are definitely feeling it.]"
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " Skjaldbakka \n \n\"A test, eh? Well, we'll just see about that.\" Skjaldbakka whispers as he steels himself against the fear he is feeling, and walks into the room.\n\n[OOC]FYI, stuff is going on via PM. Skjald goes into the room and is gone for at least several minutes[/OOC]"
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " You hear nothing but silence emnating from the door for a few minutes, until suddenly the darkness dissipates with lightning rapidity, as if it was never there. Footsteps are heard for a moment, then Skjald paces out of the room slowly, with a strange golden object clasped in his hand. "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\n\" Skald? Are you okay? What happened? \""
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "[Man, everyone's gone quiet. I lost hope of someone posting, so make a save against plot device at -6]\n\n Suddenly out of nowhere, the clattering of armour and footsteps is heard from the next room, along with a few voices \n A high, female, Elvish sounding voice \n Hurry you fools, Vecna knows what else is coming this way, we have to get out quickly! \n An irritated sounding, female dwarven voice \n We're going as fast as we can you blithering buffoon! \n A strangely deep female human like voice \n What would you be saying to a fist in the face, eh? \n And a soft female voice so low that you have to strain your ears to hear it \n I'd say; fist, get me out of here! "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"Nothing significant. If found this object on a pedestal in the room. I think it was some kind of test of courage to enter the room. This was the reward. Well, on to the next room\" \n\nSkjald will walk up to the next room, perform a cursory search of the door, and then open it.\n\nSearch: (1d20+8)[ 10 ] "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " \"Who goes there?\" Erunak calls, turning to face the voices."
},
{
"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": " Skjald, hold on. Three ideas.\n\n#1 Let me examine the object you just found. Maybe it is connected with the other strange occurences here.\n\n#2 Also, why don't we organize our exploration and work together. You search the doors, but let Erunak open them, while I cover the doorway with my crossbow and Kit watches our backs.\n\n#3 I guess we are going to clear the area slowly and deliberately investigating every doorway between here and the strange voices? "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": "OOC:\n\n \n Spoiler \nhow did I miss the fact there was more than one door in here? Is this truly a dungeon? I was thinking it was more like an ornate treasure room ...\n\nAnyway, Rovin's plan sounds like a good one. Rissit will move to the ladder/trap door we came in from to keep a look-out there, and Kit will back up Erunak as he opens the doors.\n "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "\"Ok Cristobal, we'll do it you're way.\" Skjald tosses him the object, and then pauses to look at the door more closely.\n\nSearch: 28 (taking 20)"
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " The previously darkened room seems to be made disappointingly of dusty stone with a low ceiling. Light seems to be emnating from spots around the walls set at even intervals. There is a featureless stone door on the opposite side of the entrance, and there is an empty pair of shackles bolted into the wall. "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Taking a close look at the door, the gnome reaches into a groove at the bottom. After glancing up at the group to make sure they are ready, he flips a hidden switch . . ."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " A click is heard and the door slips sideways with a grinding sound, revealing a long corridor with lighted sections at regular intervals. Immediately visible at the other side is a shocked looking young dwarven female. She is dressed in toughened leathers and has a wickedly sharp looking dagger attached to her belt. Gathering her wits quickly, she turns around and starts to run away rapidly, shouting; \n Gods curse it! The guards are coming! Run! Split up! We can't let Yalé regain the artifact and the sigils! \n You recognize her voice as one of the voices you heard before. One of the other voices answers her back rapidly from down the corridor. \n We haven't got the- \n Just run, Gods damn it! "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"No worries. Yale is dead. My friend here was kind enough to remove his head from his torso.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " If the Dwarf hears you, she ignores your words and continues running. "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " \"Something's up,\" Erunak says. \"I don't think they were down here for quite the same objective as us. I say that we move out as soon as possible. Didn't the voice say something about the government back in the city?\" "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\n\"Wait! Wait!\" Kit calls after the fleeing dwarf. \" We're friends, I swear by Corellon Larethian! \"\n\nHe adds in an aside to the others, \" The voice seemed to know me, maybe they will, too, and they'll probably know more about the status of the city than we can find out quickly. \"\n\nAgain, calling to the dwarf and anybody else hidden from view: \" Please! My name is Ke'Kitathas El'Tulari and I swear to you that Yale is dead and we are friends! \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nNow let's see if I can manage a diplomacy check: (1d20+4)[ 12 ](16) \n\nWell, that wasn't the best, but maybe it'll do! 😦\n "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nThis is if they don't turn around at Kit's yell, although I suppose it could work as an Aid Another attempt, too.\n \n\n \"I've got an idea...\" Erunak says, and cups his hands around his mouth.\n\n \"HOLD, IN THE NAME OF KING EL'TULARI!\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nIntimidate: (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": "ooc: \n Spoiler \nLOL - I don't know if that would work as an aid other because Kit's surprised squawk would probably counteract it! 😁 dude, I totally forgot about the whole Kit supposedly being next in line bit - hmm, we still haven't managed to find the king yet, though, dead or alive.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nGrrth: [The DC for a diplomacy check to influence a hostile NPC would mean you would have to roll a 20 or higher, combined with the fact that it's a rushed diplomacy check [-10 to the roll, as you don't have a full minute] means that without rolling a natural 20 you would have no chance of influencing the running Dwarf.]\n \n\n Upon Erunaks shout, the running dwarf makes a choking sound and trips heavily, rolling several feet down the corridor. Almost tripping over herself to get up once more, she looks down the corridor at the group, visibly frightened. \n Uh, I didn't mean any harm, uh, your Lordships. I- I was just, er... \n Her voice is quaking visibly, and small movements in her legs betray her desperate want for escape. \n I wasn't stealing anything! I'm just, er... Bugger. "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": "Erunak snorts a little, which is apparently some kind of laughter, and bows a little in Kit's direction. \"The pleasure is yours, my liege.\" "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nNo worries, I didn't think it would work, but it was worth a try ... hmm, must roll nat 20? yikes! 😁\n \n\n Kit: \n\nKit gives Erunak a frightful scowl, then turns his attention back to the dwarf.\n\n\" Uh, fear not, Lady, uh, we, er ... \" his normal, natural eloquence seems to be deserting him. He rubs his face, blushing, and sheathes his sword. He walks to her, offers her a hand up.\n\n\" Let me apologize for the hastiness of my friends. We -- that is, I just arrived back in the city tonight, to find out my family is murdered and myself named heir. There are many strange things afoot. Perhaps you can tell me more of the goings on in the city over the last fortnight? \""
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " The Dwarf looks visibly relieved that you don't seem to wish her any immediate harm. \n The last fortnight? Um... I'm afraid I wouldn't know... er With all due respect! Er... Your Lordship, I only arrived here about twelve days ago, with my group, and we haven't kept abreast of current events, being trapped here for since only a few days after we arrived. Our wizard said that this would be a good place to start, as none of the human diviners can seem to scry the location of that thrice-cursed artifact. \n The Dwarf seems to forget you are there for a moment, engrossed in her monologue. \n By the Gods, I wish we'd never found it! Yalé went in there covered by protection spells, only to burst out babbling about 'descendants' and 'the cold'. I don't know what was in that room, but I sure don't want to find out. Anything that could turn gentle Yalé into that... that thing should be left well enough alone. "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " \"What?!\" Erunak looks at the dwarf and turns and looks at Kit."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " Skjaldbakka\n\n\"well . . . this is an interesting development\" "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nMouth falling open, he stares at the dwarf. \" Yale was your friend? I'm -- I'm so sorry ... um ... what artifact? \""
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " The artifact. I'm not supposed to tell anyone, but after what happened I don't owe our employer any love. The Halfling King commissioned us to look for the artifact for him, promising us huge sums and lands and titles aplenty. After this, I'm going to tell him exactly where he can stuff them. \n Suddenly, one of the voices from before rings out from further down the corridor, but you can't see the speaker. \n Aenge! Are you alright? What's happening? \n The Dwarf looks at you apologetically and turns to the voice. \n Come on everyone, it's not the guards, they mean us no harm. We can leave! Make sure not to drop that bottle, it's the only hope we have of returning Yalé to his former self! \n Right. \n You hear footsteps coming from the corridor. "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " \"I'm...afraid we have some bad news.\" Erunak says, suddenly very interested in the ceiling."
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\n\" Bad news? \" demands Kit, breathing hard and shaking. \" Bad news! Everything we've come across is 'bad news!' Do you think you could be a tad bit more specific! \"\n\nAnd he snaps a very un-paladin-like curse."
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " \"You may remember who we just killed,\" Erunak whispers in Kit's ear. \"And this *kind* young lady is looking to get Yale back to his chipper, adventurer-killing self with whatever's in that bottle. Unless it's got some serious magic behind it, I somehow doubt that it's going to be able to reattach his head. Savvy?\" "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nErunak gets a blank look from Kit.\n\nTo the dwarf: \" Miss Aenge, if I may be so bold, perhaps you can introduce your friends? \"\n\n((ooc: oh, this should be fun! 😉 ))"
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": "Erunak runs a hand through his hair and mutters a curse, then leans against the wall. Fine, let's see how His Highness does, considering the guy they all want to revive is dead on the floor upstairs, he thinks to himself."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " Aeange tilts her head slightly, looking confused, watching you converse among yourselves. \n Bad News? What do you mea- \n She is cut off abruptly by one of the voices from before, as five figures become visible in the dim light, further down the corridor, but you can't quite make out their features. \n Well, Aenge, are these those who mean us no harm? Well, they certainly don't look like guards. \n The speaker becomes visible from down the corridor, running ahead of the rest. She appears to be a quite good looking Elf, her features are fine and appealing, but she surely has seen seen better days, her blond hair looks bedraggled and the creased and crumpled surcoat she wears over her armour, contrasts sharply with shining half-plate. (the half plate seems to be the only thing which seems in good condition on her) She wears a longsword at her belt and has a large steel shield with the image of a fist grasping lightning bolts emblazoned on it. She gives each of you a quick looking over before standing next to Aenge. \n Greetings to you, in the name of Heironeous. I am known as Cruina. \n Suddenly, another voice breaks through. \n Be waiting for me, please! \n The next speaker also appears to be jogging ahead of the group, in an attempt to catch up. the speaker becomes visible in the dim light ahead. The speaker appears to be a human female, but exceptionally large, not only in height, but in the muscles that are apparent all over her body. Her appearance is as bedraggled as Cruina's, but she wears her state as if it is normal to her, her short brown hair, knotted in several places looks like it has never felt the touch of a comb, but if it had, it probably would have eaten it. She wears dirty looking full plate armour and slong over her back is a large greataxe. Her features are plain, but goodnatured. She turns around and bellows backwards down the corridor. \n Hurry up, you are being slower than mules! "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": "Erunak looks at Kit. \"It's all on you, my friend. I'm not one for socializing.\" "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nWith all the regalness and courtesy he can muster (as badly confused as he is), Kit bows to the elf.\n\n\" Greetings, Cruina. I am Ke'Kitathas El'Tulari, at your ser -- er, in the service of Lord Corellon. \" He will also introduce the other members of the party.\n\n\" My friends and I were just trying to ascertain the status of things here. We, uh, I've been gone the last two weeks and have returned only to find the city in an uproar. I was hoping you'd be able to give us some news, but Aenge says you've been almost as out of touch as I. \" He inclines his head to the dwarf, being polite.\n\n\" I'm sorry to say that I have been bombarded with bad news ever since my return. My -- my family, I'm told, is slain, the king seems to be missing, and we -- uh, that is, I just killed an evil wizard that now Aenge tells me was your friend, Yale. I am -- I most humbly apologize, but it had to be done, and I regret that I would not look favorably on his, er, return. \" His eyes slide over to the dwarf and the bottle she holds.\n\n\" And, um, I'm told that I'm the heir-apparent. \" He scratches his head sheepishly. \" So, while we are not guards, exactly, I do need to know your intentions, as it seems I'm, er, rather in charge at the moment, unless the king can be found. \"\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'm thinking this should be obvious, but is Cruina a paladin or a cleric?\n(in case I need to, knowledge (religion): (1d20+5)[ 4 ](9) \nand a sense motive just in case: (1d20+4)[ 6 ](10) \n\nOh, come on! Sheesh! Clueless paladin! 🫤\n "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " As you start your speech, the Dwarf looks at the Elf, evidently leaving the socialising to her. She looks at you levelly, nodding her head slightly when you mention Corellon, and maintaining a a passive face throughout, until you mention slaying Yalé, upon which Aenge's face drops in shock, in concert with the Elfs, although the Elves is quickly replaced by anger. By the end of your speech, the Dwarf has dropped to her knees with a blank expression, and the Elf is shaking with barely contained fury. \n Dead? Dead?! \n The Elf clenches her fists and suddenly lets out a heartfelt scream of anger and disappointment. After a few moments, she stops, emits a choking sound and her eyes fill with tears. \n No, no, no! We were so close... How could... He was... \n She closes her eyes, after a few moments, and the anger returns to her face. \n That's it . I will have vengeance for this deed! Yalé will rest in peace, even if it means I rest along with him! \n With that, she draws the longsword from her belt and runs back down the corridor, reaching for her shield as she does so. \n Come on, everyone, we're going to destroy that thing once and for all! \n The three figures that have not come close enough to make out features halt their advance, and their voices ring out. \n What? What is it? Do not act rashly! \n What the hell are you doing? The Artifact is dangerous! We should be helping Yalé! \n Yalé's dead, Gods damn it! \n What?! \n What?! \n Just go then! I would not ask others to share my fate! "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\n\" Oh, n-no, if it's vengeance you want, I -- w-wait! Where are you going? Oh, Lord! \" Kit chases after the elf. \" What artifact! WAIT! We should really talk about this! \"\n\nRunning after her. \" Yale -- There was something evil possessing him, is that the source? You say it's dangerous -- Don't throw your life away for no reason! Cruina! \"\n\nHe'll tackle her if he gets the chance. \" Believe me, I understand what grief is! Don't be a fool! \""
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": "Erunak watches Kit go for a moment, and then whirls and plunges down the hallway towards the oncoming member of the other group, hoping to stop them before this gets even more out of hand."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " The Elf keeps running despite Kit's cries. \n Begone, you will help neither me, nor yourself by hindering me! If you have questions ask the others! \n By now you have almost caught up with her, and are further down the hallway. The other three people are quite visible now. Though you give them little more than a glance, they appear to be:\nA middle aged human male dressed in a monks habit, a female Gnome clad in garish purple robes, and a quite young looking human female dressed in studded leathers. \n Even laden down with her heavy armour she seems to be keeping ahead of Kit, until she meets the three others. The one dressed in the monks robe steps in front of her, and before she can push past him, he puts an apologetic look on, and quite unexpectedly, punches her in the face. She looks dazed and confused for a few moments, and by the time Kit catches up with her, he has followed his attack up with a spinning kick to the side of her head. She drops to the floor, the female with studded leathers catching her before she hits the ground. The Gnome sighs, saying; \n She's too angry for her own good. Come on Tialther, sorry you had to hit her, but it's for her own well being. Well, let's take her outside, I want to get out of this stinking place. We need to come to terms with Yalé's death as well. Damn it , why did he have to go and get that damned room? \n Turning her attention to Kit, she looks up at him and sighs once more. \n Well, I suppose you'll want to ask some questions, before you let us leave? "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " \"YES.\" Erunak says, holding up a hand as if to say STOP ALREADY ."
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\nStunned, absolutely, completely flabbergasted, Kit stares at the three strangers for a second. Or two. Or three. His mouth opens and closes a few times, then he puts a hand on the wall and slides down so that he's sitting, elbows propped on knees and head in his hands.\n\n\" I really ... really don't understand what's going on ... \" and starts apparently babbling nonsense. \" Keeper ... red snake-thing ... links ... crazy rhyming guy ... where's the king? I can't do this. I really can't do this! \""
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " \"He's having a long day. Uneasy lies the crown that wears the head, or something. Explain to me who you people are, what you're doing here, and what all this \"artifact\" business is about.\" Erunak crosses his arms and looks around, then glances down at the knocked-out human. \"I'm sorry Yalé's dead, but we got in here, he had seized control of pretty much everything, we tried to stop him, he attacked us. End of story, pretty much.\" "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Skjaldbakka will set back and let the tall folk do the talking."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "[Sorry, I thought I had posted this, but it must have done that thing again.\n\n The Gnome looks resigned, rolling her eyes briefly. \n Alright, it's very simple. We are a party of freelance adventurers, but there's very little work nowadays for people of our profession, as I'm sure you well know. Well, we were hired by the Halfling King to find this damed artifact for him. I'm not really sure why he sent us, as there are more skilled adventurers lying around the place, but in any case, that's what he did. Promising us one-thousand gold pieces each, (which, in retrospect I doubt he had, looking at the state of his palace) with lands, titles, and so on, to sweeten the deal.\n\nYale, (our wizard at the time) decided that the best place to start was in T'nik, as the Elves are usually involved in such matters. Well, when we got here, The King took us aside, (and I still don't know how he knew) told us that he knew why we were here, and that he could help us. He sent us down into this place, (it looked considerably more cheery then) and we were surprised to make it through unmolested, as these places usually have a great deal more traps and monsters than this one had, until, (at about 500 feet down this passgeway) the settings changed. We came across a crossroads, and we decided to keep going in the same direction, (so as not to take chances) and eventually we came upon a door. It was strangely white and clean, (unlike most of the other things down here) and we adopted our usual method of drawing straws to decide who went through. Yale drew the short one, (unfortunately for him) and he walked through the door, (closing it behind him for some reason). \n The Gnomes pleasant face darkens as she continues. \n \nHe shouted out that he was in a strange, white room, had found something odd, and was going to investigate further. He said it was some sort of strange crystal, and that it felt very cold. A few moments later he let out a scream, chilled my blood to hear it, and a strange voice said something in a language I'd never heard before. We immediately rushed to open the door, but it was immovable, despite the fact Yale opened it with little more than a touch. We managed to break down the door, and Yale ran out of it faster than I'd ever seen him go. We didn't stop to look back, but he heard the voice say the same thing over and over again. It was the most frightening thing I'd felt for a long time. \n Abruptly, her normal demeanour returns. \n Well, that's all for now, I want to get out of this place. See you later. \n The Gnome, together with her companions, some in tears, start walking down the passage, down the way you came. "
},
{
"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": " It appears that the King really is the one that we need to talk to. He must know something more about this strange device.\n\nIt now seems that the artifact drove Yale insane, did it also give him the power to cause all of this misery. I mean, run-of-the-mill freelance adventurers are not normally able to take over whole kingdoms. And they are even less able to do so when driven insane. "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by rovinpiper \n It appears that the King really is the one that we need to talk to. He must know something more about this strange device.\n\nIt now seems that the artifact drove Yale insane, did it also give him the power to cause all of this misery. I mean, run-of-the-mill freelance adventurers are not normally able to take over whole kingdoms. And they are even less able to do so when driven insane. \n \n\n \"That,\" Erunak says, pointing a finger, \"is a very good point.\" "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " Skjaldbakka\n\n\"Well, now that we are alone . . . What the hell is going on! \" \n\n\n(OOC) Hey Rettu, did I ever PM you my backstory? I don't seem to have it anywhere, although I have a rough idea . . . need to finish my character sheet(/OOC)"
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": "((Did we seriously just let them wander off?))\n\n Kit: \" What artifact?? \""
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " \"That's a darn good question. Of course, probably only somebody like the dead king'd know that, right? Unless anyone wants to go play catch-up to the others. I'm out of ideas.\" "
},
{
"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": " We'd better get control of that door. We should see to it that no one else is exposed to it while we determine how to deal with it. For that we need that group that is walking away right now. They can guide us to the artifact.\n\nIt would also help to have more troops. Maybe that adventuring party on the floor of the throne room? let's go back the way we came and get them.\n "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Skjaldbakka\n\nThe gnome looks up at the elven paladin. \"These are your lands and your people. What do you think we should do?\" "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit: \n\n\" Oh, Lord, I don't -- I just ...! \"\n\nKit takes a couple deep breaths. \" I would really like to just wake up and find this all to be some terrible dream! \"\n\nHe'll shake himself, though, and get back on his feet, gesturing after the disappearing adventurers.\n\n\" They may be telling the truth, but we probably need more information. We need to stop the others and find the king. And find whatever that blasted artifact is! Evil like that shouldn't be allowed to flourish in the world. \"\n\nHe'll set off at a quick pace after the others and call for them to wait, thinking to himself, All this intrigue makes my head hurt! In all the tales, the hero's job is so straight-forward. You kill the evil bad-guy and everything's okay again .... "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": "Erunak scowls and follows Kit."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " You catch up with the freelancers quickly, as they stop when you cry out. The Gnome you spoke to before waves the one carrying Cruina on, the female nodding in reply and continuing to walk away. The Gnome walks up to meet you looking greatly displeased, a scowl branching across her features. \n What do you want now ? \n She taps her foot on the ground impatiently, waiting for a reply. "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": "((all right, I found Rissit's char sheet on myth-weavers, so we'll be seeing more of him now))\n\nRissit's hand snaked around and clamped over Kit's as the elf made as if to snap something hasty and likely obscene.\n\n\" My apologies, friends,\" he replied, \"for causing you any undo grief. It has been a long day for us. Please let us escort you back to the throne room, and perhaps sit down to speak some more. The city is in such chaos that anything you know might prove very valuable to us. \"\n\nand let's give him a chance to use that diplomacy skill: (1d20+7)[ 12 ](19) "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " The Gnome sighs through her nose and turns around, beginning to continue walking. \n Very well. \n Both of your groups joining together, you silently walk up the corridor and then the stairs to the throne room. Around you, the group from before is still on the ground, passed out, and the headless corpse of Yalé is still where you left it. The severed head seems to be grinning infernally, in a most unsettling way. The Gnome, seeing the corpse, quickly turns around, and orders all in her group to continue onwards, telling them to avoid looking at the corpse. The one in leathers who was carrying Cruina (who is now also laying on the floor) is bending over the body of the Elf in cheap mail with the symbol of Pelor across his face, chanting and making mystic gestures. After a moment, her right hand is bathed in a low green light, and she places her hand on the face of the Elf on the floor. The light disappears from her hand and plays around the features of the Elf for a moment, who coughs suddenly, and raises himself off of the floor, wincing. Gazing around the room, he looks understandably confused. \n My thanks for healing me, my lady, but with all due respect, what in the hells is going on? I remember fighting Yalé, and... \n Finishing his inspection of the room, he spies the headless corpse of Yalé. \n So, someone gave the devil what he deserved, eh? Can't say I'm sorry. If you'll excuse me my lady, I must see to my companions. \n The 'devil' part earns him a sharp glance from the Gnome, but if he notices it, he gives no sign. Walking over to the elf in burnished scale, he chants and makes holy gestures. After a moment, his right hand is bathed in a low golden light, and he makes to lay his hand on the prone Elf. Not looking up from his work, he says; \n Is anyone else in need of healing? That devil Yalé took me down first. It was strange, it was as if our attacks were all warded off, but we saw no signs of magic. "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " Skjald\n\n\"Really? We didn't encounter any such difficulty.\" "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": "Erunak moves to put the head somewhere out of view, but, realizing there is nowhere to put it, simply closes its eyes. \"The only one who knows what's going on is dead, of course,\" he mutters."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " The Elf continues his work, bent over his companion. The prone Elf rises, and after a rapid whispered conversation between the two, the newly risen Elf hurries towards the exit with the other group, who have now reached it and are exiting through the door. \n Hmm. Perhaps the power can be maintained for only a short time, and it must have been a power, as too many of our blows were turned away to suggest mere chance as our enemy. Perhaps the God's frowned upon us. Perhaps it was 'mere chance', after all. Perhaps there is another reason. \n The Elf walks over to another one of his companions, and once again chants, gesticulating mysteriously. \n My father used to say; \"The higher you build your pile of \"'What if', the harder it'll be to climb.\" In any case, \n His right hand once again bathed in golden light, although much dimmer than before this time, he lays his hand upon the Elf in motley robes. She blinks confusedly for a moment, and after a short whispered conversation like the one before, she too makes to exit the room. \n We must be out of here soon. Would you like to travel with us for a ways? We were planning to leave tomorrow, but since all of this happened, we should probably get going soon. We're going to go to Dappled Fields, and join an adventuring company. That was our plan. \n At Erunaks remark, the Elf turns and looks at him. \n You mean Yalé? "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"I doubt he knew what was going on either, as it seems he was possessed. Somehow, I don't think killing him destroyed the possessing spirit. That would be too easy.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "OOC: [What's happened to Calamity? I don't think Calamity's posted for two months?]"
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " \"Yes,\" Erunak says, looking at the elf who spoke to him. \"I believe we were under contract from the Elf-lord that Yale...deposed, we were supposed to receive further information from him. Do you know where he went?\" "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " The Elf looks thoughtful. \n Possessed. Hmm. That could explain his strange change in behaviour. I sat next to him in an inn, and he seemed pleasant enough. Offered to buy me a drink, but I don't drink, I was only there with friends. Well, if there's any help I can give you later, I'd be happy to assist, but right now I have to leave. \n He walks over to the last prone Elf, chanting and making hand gestures in the same way as before. \n Truth be told, I want to put some distance between myself and here. "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Glawackus \n the Elf-lord that Yale...deposed \n \n\n You mean the King? That's the reason we tried to charge Yalé. We think the King is somewhere in the secret dungeons, but we couldn't find the entrance. \n Gesturing towards the moved throne, he sighs. \n I guess you didn't have as much trouble. \n His hands bathed in golden light, once again he heals and a conversation ensues, the outcome of which is that the previously prone Elf leaves the room. \n I really must be going. Farewell, and may your travels be kind. \n The Elf moves to exit the door and leave. \n What puzzles me is; how did Yalé, possessed or no, manage to gain power and run the Kingdom? He was obviously no politician. "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " Skjald:\n\n\"I wouldn't presume to tell you what to do Kit, but it seems like the next course of action ought to be exploring that secret dungeon and finding the King\" "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit and Rissit: \n\nKit sighs. \" That is what I had in mind, Skald, but we seem to have lost the adventurers again. My head is splitting. Why is everyone in such a hurry to leave? They're heros, aren't they, standing up to Yale and all? \"\n\nRissit shrugs. \" Well, Cruina and her band have been locked in the dungeons for a week or more, Kit, and they're going to need time to mourn -- \"\n\n\" And plan their revenge, most like. \"\n\n\" Kit! That is most unlike you to be so uncharitable. We did just kill one of their friends. \"\n\n\" He was possessed. Or evil himself anyway to attrack that kind of attention. \"\n\n\" No one asks to be possessed. \"\n\nKit grumbles.\n\n\" You've had a lot of nasty shocks today, my friend, \" says Rissit gently. \" We should get to the bottom of this as quickly as possible. I have not used my spells today, I say we move on, back into the dungeons at once. \"\n\n\" I suppose, \" Kit replies. He shakes his head. \" No, you are right, I am letting myself fall into despair, and that is folly. We must find the king, for I am no king myself and have no wish to be. I pray that we shall find him well. Master Hawk, Skald, Erunak, are you all well? Is there ought you think we should do before heading back into the dungeon? \""
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " \"Indeed. Let's put a stop to all this nonsense and find the king.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " Suddenly you hear loud, running footsteps and the clanking of armour coming from down the hallway. The sounds grow steadily louder and then abrubtly, both groups that had left burst through the door, closing it behind them rapidly, but you still hear the riotous sounds of a charge outside. You notice that Cruina, the girl who was carrying her and the man who 'incapacitated' her are not with the others. They all look breathless, alarmed, alert and have their weapons drawn. The healer from before with the facial tattoo whirls around to face you, while the others brace the door with their bodies. \n Attacked, Tialther fell for Cruina to get away, roughly 12-15, the village is alight! \n The clamour of armoured footsteps reaches the outside of the door, and a male voice dripping with cruelty and malice is heard. \n Open the door and your deaths will be quick. We desire only the body of Yalé. You have one minute to decide. \n The door itself is a decorative, gilt affair, and doesn't look like it would take much in the way of excessive force. \n\n[I'll upload the map tomorrow, I can't seem to figure out this scanner.]\n\nLegend\n\n[Symbol] Description\n\n[(] Brazier\n\n[K] Kit' [10HP, 13AC, ?Init]\n[E] Erunak [15HP, 15AC, 7Init]\n[R] Rissit [8HP, 18AC, ?Init]\n[S] Skjald [?HP, ?AC, ?Init]\n[T] Tamly [7HP, 17AC, ?Init]\n[C] Cristobal [5HP, 11AC, 7Init]\n\nNPC Adventurer Group 1 (Those who were defeated by Yalé)\n\n[1] Healer who brought the injured to fighting fitness once again [Armed with mace]\n[2] Female in unimpressive robes [Unarmed]\n[3] Elf in leathers [Armed with longbow, Longsword]\n[4] Elf in burnished scale [Armed with Shortsword, Small metal Shield]\n\nNPC Adventurer Group 2 (Those that Yalé was once a companion of)\n\n[5] Female Gnome [Unarmed]\n[6] Human Female in studded leathers [Armed with longsword x2]\n[7] Large Human Female in Dirty Full Plate [Armed with Greataxe]\n\n[Roll Initiative in advance please]"
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " \"Who?!\" Erunak demands, tilting his head about and grabbing for his mace and shield.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative: (1d20)[ 7 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " The Elf takes a deep breath and manages to blurt out a few more words. \n Blue robes, all wearing hoods except leader. Guards and townspeople killed many, I think these are the last of them. What shall we do?! "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": " \"I'm gonna find out what in the name of Cuthbert is goin' on here,\" Erunak says, marching toward the door and getting himself ready for whoever might come through. \"And then I'm probably gonna beat the ever-lovin' --- out of 'em. And if they're lucky, I might just do it in that order.\" "
},
{
"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": "Init: 7\n\n\n Hi there, I think you might be wanting this. says Cristobal handing his club to the unarmed gnome . And you Ma'am he hands his dagger to the unarmed elf, before taking his place in the rear with his crossbow."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " The Elf and the Gnome both thank you briefly, and turn back to the door. "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Skjaldbakka slips a vial of alchemist's fire into his hand, and then looks for a good place to hide.\n\nHide: (1d20+8)[ 26 ] \n\n[s] Skjald [9HP, 13AC, (1d20)[ 2 ] Init]"
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Kit and Rissit : \n\nThe paladin and the cleric share horrified looks.\n\n\" We cannot let them have Yale's body, \" says Rissit firmly.\n\n\" So we stop them, \" nods Kit. He turns to the rest. \" Kill them if we must. \"\n\nRissit closes his eyes and holds out his hand over his sword. \" My Lord Heironeous, guide my blade! \" His hand and his sword glow briefly. He looks at the rest. \" All right, those with the best attack and defensive capabilities, come to the front with me. Kit, perhaps you should use your bow. \" He moves to flank the door.\n\nKit, however, doesn't hear. His mind has already gone to Yale and, stomach twisting, he goes to the body (and head) and drags them both towards the open hole into the dungeon. Then he'll stand by the body and readies his bow, saying a quick prayer to his Lord as he does so.\n\nRolls:\n \n Spoiler \nRissit's init: (1d20+2)[ 6 ](8) \nKit's init: (1d20+1)[ 20 ](21) \n\nBTW, the yellow font is really hard to read. Rissit cast Magic Weapon on his sword, giving him a +1 bonus to atk/dmg.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "[Ok, this is my first time using this program, so we'll see if it works. Oh, and I forgot to say, you have 10 Rounds to act, [60 seconds] so you can place yourself anywhere on the map.]\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDrop this text at http://www.irony.com/java/mmee \n*BEGIN 0 0 rs 0\n*s j 6c 1f rs -17m *s j 71 1g vv -174 *s -1 30 4o rs 0 0 30 -3c\n@c -3c c 4o *s -1 1o 5o rs 0 0 1o 3o 1o 5o 1o 5o *s -1 50 5o rs 0\n@0 2c -4c 50 -4c 50 5o *s -1 50 60 rs 0 0 50 5c 50 60 -1o 60 -1o\n@5c *s 8 6a 1p rs 0 *s 8 73 1n rs 0 *s 8 71 4c rs 0 *s 8 8c 30 rs\n@0 *s 8 4z 32 rs 0 *s -3 7b 1p rs 0 *s -3 6m 1n rs 0 *s -3 6m\n@1r rs 0 *s -3 6m 1u rs 0 *s -3 6k 1r rs 0 *s -3 6o 1o rs 0 *s\n@-3 6n 1s rs 0 *s -3 6k 1v rs 0 *s -3 6n 1q rs 0 *s -3 6m 1t\n@rs 0 *s -3 6m 1s rs 0 *s -3 6l 1o rs 0 *s -3 6l 1p rs 0 *s\n@-3 6l 1v rs 0 *s -3 6l 1r rs 0 *s -3 6l 1s rs 0 *s -3 6n 1l\n@rs 0 *s -3 6m 1o rs 0 *s -3 6n 1d rs 0 *s -3 6o 1l rs 0 *s\n@-3 6o 1n rs 0 *s -3 6m 1p rs 0 *s -3 6l 1q rs 0 *s 8 5o 2z rs\n@0 *s 8 94 30 rs 0 *s 0 6f aa rs 0 *s -3 6f 1o rs 0 4 *s -3 78 1s\n@rs 0 *s -3 7a 1z rs 0 7 *s -3 4r 32 rs 0 *s -3 56 37 rs 0 2 *s\n@-3 9b 36 rs 0 5 *s -3 8l 33 rs 0 1 *s -3 7b 47 rs 0 3 *s -3 5y\n@31 rs 0 6 *s -3 6o ac rs 0 K *s f 6z bl rs 0 *s h 6b bn rs 0 *s\n@7 6e az rs 0 *s -1 54 28 rs 0 0 54 28 54 28 *s -3 ar 4a rs 0 E *s\n@3 af 59 rs 0 *s 5 ad 61 rs 0 *s 2 ad 70 rs 0 *s 4 af 7p rs 0 *s\n@-3 ay 56 rs 0 *s -3 ax 55 rs 0 R *s -3 aw 5w rs 0 S *s -3 au 72\n@rs 0 C *s -3 b1 7s rs 0 T *s -3 5b i rs 0 *s -3 13 h rs 0 Yes,\n@I used a deer symbol for Yale. The reason? It amuses me greatly.\n@*s 0 ae 4b rs 0\n*END -6s4n1y\n "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Skjaldbakka is hiding at P6 behind the throne.\n\n Map: \n \n Spoiler \n\n*BEGIN 0 0 rs 0\n*s j 6c 1f rs -17l *s j 71 1g vv -173 *s -1 30 4o rs 0 0 30 -3c\n@c -3c c 4o *s -1 1o 5o rs 0 0 1o 3o 1o 5o 1o 5o *s -1 50 5o rs 0\n@0 2c -4c 50 -4c 50 5o *s -1 50 60 rs 0 0 50 5c 50 60 -1o 60 -1o\n@5c *s 8 6a 1p rs 0 *s 8 73 1n rs 0 *s 8 71 4c rs 0 *s 8 8c 30 rs\n@0 *s 8 4z 32 rs 0 *s -3 7b 1p rs 0 *s -3 6m 1n rs 0 *s -3 6m\n@1r rs 0 *s -3 6m 1u rs 0 *s -3 6k 1r rs 0 *s -3 6o 1o rs 0 *s\n@-3 6n 1s rs 0 *s -3 6k 1v rs 0 *s -3 6n 1q rs 0 *s -3 6m 1t\n@rs 0 *s -3 6m 1s rs 0 *s -3 6l 1o rs 0 *s -3 6l 1p rs 0 *s\n@-3 6l 1v rs 0 *s -3 6l 1r rs 0 *s -3 6l 1s rs 0 *s -3 6n 1l\n@rs 0 *s -3 6m 1o rs 0 *s -3 6n 1d rs 0 *s -3 6o 1l rs 0 *s\n@-3 6o 1n rs 0 *s -3 6m 1p rs 0 *s -3 6l 1q rs 0 *s 8 5o 2z rs\n@0 *s 8 94 30 rs 0 *s 0 6f aa rs 0 *s -3 6f 1o rs 0 4 *s -3 78 1s\n@rs 0 *s -3 7a 1z rs 0 7 *s -3 4r 32 rs 0 *s -3 56 37 rs 0 2 *s\n@-3 9b 36 rs 0 5 *s -3 8l 33 rs 0 1 *s -3 7b 47 rs 0 3 *s -3 5y\n@31 rs 0 6 *s -3 6o ac rs 0 K *s f 6z bl rs 0 *s h 6b bn rs 0 *s\n@7 6e az rs 0 *s -1 54 28 rs 0 0 54 28 54 28 *s -3 ar 4a rs 0 E *s\n@3 af 59 rs 0 *s 5 ae 61 rs 0 *s 2 ad 70 rs 0 *s 4 af 7p rs 0 *s\n@-3 ay 56 rs 0 *s -3 ax 55 rs 0 R *s -3 aw 5w rs 0 S *s -3 au 72\n@rs 0 C *s -3 b1 7s rs 0 T *s -3 5b i rs 0 *s -3 13 h rs 0 Yes,\n@I used a deer symbol for Yale. The reason? It amuses me greatly.\n@*s 0 ae 4b rs 0 *s 5 7b bq ld 0 *s -3 7j bp rs 0 (26 Hide check)\n@*s -3 2w 1t rs 0 A *s -3 2v 2f rs 0 B *s -3 2v 31 rs 0 C *s -3\n@2x 3r rs 0 D *s -3 2t 4f rs 0 E *s -3 2z 54 rs 0 F *s -3 32 5t\n@rs 0 G *s -3 2v 6j rs 0 H *s -3 2x 71 rs 0 I *s -3 31 7s rs 0 J *s\n@-3 2z 8b rs 0 K *s -3 31 92 rs 0 L *s -3 34 9n rs 0 *s -3 30 9u\n@rs 0 M *s -3 2s ah rs 0 N *s -3 2v b3 rs 0 O *s -3 2w bs rs 0 P *s\n@-3 3o ck rs 0 1 *s -3 47 ci rs 0 2 *s -3 4v cj rs 0 3 *s -3 5m\n@ck rs 0 4 *s -3 68 ck rs 0 5 *s -3 6y cl rs 0 6 *s -3 7m cn rs 0\n@7 *s -3 87 cj rs 0 8 *s -3 93 ch rs 0 9 *s -3 9o ck rs 0 10\n*END -2wgji3\n "
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": "Erunak moves up to the door and glances at the unarmed gnome. \"I'd get out of here if I were you. It's going to get real messy right here, real fast.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nErunak will stand at A5 with the human female to beat back who, or whatever comes in the door.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "Notice:\n \n Spoiler \n\nI'm going on a brief holiday, and I won't be back for about four or five days. I don't think I'll be able to update, so see you later for now.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "Note\n \n Spoiler \n\nSorry I bailed out on you guys to go on holiday at a climax, but I'm back now.\n \n\n\nMap\n \n Spoiler \n\n http://24.97.85.139/java/mmee/ \nDrop this text at http://www.irony.com/java/mmee \n*BEGIN 0 0 rs 0\n*s j 6c 1f rs -17i *s j 71 1g vv -170 *s -1 30 4o rs 0 0 30 -3c\n@c -3c c 4o *s -1 1o 5o rs 0 0 1o 3o 1o 5o 1o 5o *s -1 50 5o rs 0\n@0 2c -4c 50 -4c 50 5o *s -1 50 60 rs 0 0 50 5c 50 60 -1o 60 -1o\n@5c *s 8 6a 1p rs 0 *s 8 73 1n rs 0 *s 8 71 4c rs 0 *s 8 8c 30 rs\n@0 *s 8 4z 32 rs 0 *s -3 7b 1p rs 0 *s -3 6m 1n rs 0 *s -3 6m\n@1r rs 0 *s -3 6m 1u rs 0 *s -3 6k 1r rs 0 *s -3 6o 1o rs 0 *s\n@-3 6n 1s rs 0 *s -3 6k 1v rs 0 *s -3 6n 1q rs 0 *s -3 6m 1t\n@rs 0 *s -3 6m 1s rs 0 *s -3 6l 1o rs 0 *s -3 6l 1p rs 0 *s\n@-3 6l 1v rs 0 *s -3 6l 1r rs 0 *s -3 6l 1s rs 0 *s -3 6n 1l\n@rs 0 *s -3 6m 1o rs 0 *s -3 6n 1d rs 0 *s -3 6o 1l rs 0 *s\n@-3 6o 1n rs 0 *s -3 6m 1p rs 0 *s -3 6l 1q rs 0 *s 8 5o 2z rs\n@0 *s 8 94 30 rs 0 *s -3 6f 1o rs 0 4 *s -3 78 1s rs 0 *s -3 7a\n@1z rs 0 7 *s -3 4r 32 rs 0 *s -3 56 37 rs 0 2 *s -3 9b 36 rs 0\n@5 *s -3 8l 33 rs 0 1 *s -3 7b 47 rs 0 3 *s -3 5y 31 rs 0 6 *s -3\n@6o ac rs 0 K *s f 6z bl rs 0 *s h 6b bn rs 0 *s 7 6e az rs 0 *s\n@-1 57 1c rs 0 0 54 28 54 28 *s -3 au 4j rs 0 E *s 3 af 59 rs 0 *s\n@5 ae 61 rs 0 *s 2 ad 70 rs 0 *s 4 af 7p rs 0 *s -3 ay 56 rs 0 *s\n@-3 ax 55 rs 0 R *s -3 aw 5w rs 0 S *s -3 au 72 rs 0 C *s -3 b1\n@7s rs 0 T *s -3 5b i rs 0 *s -3 13 h rs 0 Yes, I used a deer\n@symbol for Yale. The reason? It amuses me greatly. *s 0 5r 2e rs\n@0 *s 5 7b bq ld 0 *s -3 7j bp rs 0 (26 Hide check) *s -3 2w 1t\n@rs 0 A *s -3 2v 2f rs 0 B *s -3 2v 31 rs 0 C *s -3 2x 3r rs 0 D *s\n@-3 2t 4f rs 0 E *s -3 2z 54 rs 0 F *s -3 32 5t rs 0 G *s -3 2v\n@6j rs 0 H *s -3 2x 71 rs 0 I *s -3 31 7s rs 0 J *s -3 2z 8b rs 0\n@K *s -3 31 92 rs 0 L *s -3 34 9n rs 0 *s -3 30 9u rs 0 M *s -3\n@2s ah rs 0 N *s -3 2v b3 rs 0 O *s -3 2w bs rs 0 P *s -3 3o ck\n@rs 0 1 *s -3 47 ci rs 0 2 *s -3 4v cj rs 0 3 *s -3 5m ck rs 0 4 *s\n@-3 68 ck rs 0 5 *s -3 6y cl rs 0 6 *s -3 7m cn rs 0 7 *s -3 87\n@cj rs 0 8 *s -3 93 ch rs 0 9 *s -3 9o ck rs 0 10 *s 0 af 3m rs 0\n@*s 3 5q 1o rs 0 *s 2 6c 4b rs 0 *s 4 6e 3m rs 0 *s -3 ay 3l rs 0\n@ *s -3 az 3u rs 0 K *s -3 bf 9u rs 0 *s 1 ag 4b rs 0\n*END cto15f\n \n\n\nCombat Details [Turn 1]\n \n Spoiler \n\n Initiative \nKit': 20\nRissit: 8\nErunak: 7\nTamly: 20\nCristobal: 7\nSkjald: 2\n HP \nKit': 10\nRissit: 8\nErunak: 15\nTamly: 7\nCristobal: 5\nSkjald: 9\n AC \nKit': 13\nRissit: 18\nErunak: 15\nTamly: 17\nCristobal: 11\nSkjald: 13\nSpecial\nRissit has +1 to attack and damage due to Magic Weapon. [Effect start Turn 0, Effect end Turn 10]\n "
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": "((OK, think I got the map thing figured out, thanks, skald. Wow, is the throne room really 80 feet long? For some reason I was thinking it was much smaller.))\n\nHmm, Rissit will be next to Erunak, at A4."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "-Map updated-"
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "I'm going to be RP'ing Tamly and Cristobal for this combat session then.\n\n-Back to the fray-\n\n Once again the malignant voice rings through the door, immense scorn evident even through the wooden obstruction. \n Very well, you have chosen a painful death. Break it down. \n A low grunt is heard, and the sudden sound of metal against wood echoes throughout the throne room. The braziers light flickers, illuminating your faces strangely. An air of grim determination fills the room. Once again the sound is heard. And another time. The door is shuddering slightly with every strike, even with the two people bracing it.\n\nAbruptly the sound of splintering wood is heard, the large room echoing the sound, and the head of a large axe bursts through the right hand side of the large door. The light catches the gleaming edge of the blade, before it is quickly thrust back. through the fist sized hole it has wrought in the polished wood of the door. Once again, splintering wood, small chunks skittering across the floor, as this time a length of the axes shaft protrudes from the door. The hole is now almost large enough for someone to put their head through.\n\nThis time, suddenly however, the large human female bracing against the door whips out her hand, grasping where the head meets the shaft, and grunting, effort evident, she pulls it with all her strength. [A Check was resolved, An opposed check was resolved] The wielder of the axe must not have expected this, for she easily yanks the weapon out of the hands of its wielder, continuing the momentum of her movement, she reaches backwards, letting go of the axe. She watches it clatter on the marble floor briefly, before stepping back from the door and drawing her own greataxe. Grinning, she bellows towards the door; \n Who is having the axe now, eh? \n Lowering her tone, she turns to the other adventurer bracing the door. \n Step back, there is no point in bracing the door when they can smash through it. \n Muffled voices are heard from behind the door. \n You idiot! Step aside, you blithering imbecile! \n I am sorry master... \n The voices are once again raised to what they were before. \n Let me show you how it's done! You, hand me that flask! \n\n[Your move, should you wish to make one]"
},
{
"author": "rovinpiper",
"message": "Hi guys,\n\nSorry for disappearing on you. I'm deploying with my Army Reserve unit again. I don't think that I'm going to be able to participate in the game.\n\nSorry about that.\n\nBest of luck, guys."
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": " Erunak: \" Get back! Get away from the door! \"\n\n((whatever's in that flask, I don't want to be standing directly in front of the door when it takes effect. Erunak will take a five-foot step backwards and to the left, to B3, I think.))"
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "I'm still here, and still hiding behind the throne."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " The Elf in burnished scale bracing the door hesitates for a moment, then quickly moves backwards slightly, [5 foot step] just as a smashing sound reverberates throughout the dimly lit room. There is a tinkle of broken glass on the other side of the door. \n And now the other. \n Once again, the a smash and the tinkling sound of broken glass. \n Get back! Get back! \n A sharp hissing sound is heard, then a sound like a gasping breath.\nA few moments of silence pass.\nSuddenly, a monstrously loud booming sound is heard, the door soars inwards, bursting off of its hinges and clattering to the ground, the side facing up blackened and covered in flames. \n The blue-robed attackers are finally revealed in the hallway, 30 feet down. You count 14 in total. The torches at even intervals on both sides of the wall casting light upon their hooded faces. Standing out first is the only visible one not wearing a hood. A thin demeanour and shaved head, his face has curiously rat-like anthropomorphic qualities. He grins abominably, and you cannot tell whether it is the torch light or not, but his teeth seem un-naturally yellow, and his robe has white seams running through it in disconcerting patterns. in his hands he holds a small crossbow, and there is a small container with crossbow bolt ends protruding from it strapped to his leg.\n\nFlanking him on either side are numerous hooded figures, about nine grasping longswords and small metal shields, with the familiar image of a candle emblazoned upon them, and six clasping their hands together, with no visible weaponry about them. \n Attack. \n\n[Actions please. I shall roleplay Cristobal until a better alternative arises.]"
},
{
"author": "Glawackus",
"message": "Erunak heads towards the door, and is clearly getting ready to charge.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMoving to B5 in the hopes of getting a line of sight on the guy in front.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "Tamly's Initiative\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI'm afraid I can't access the map editor on this computer, so I won't be able to edit the map until I get home later today.\n "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Skjaldbakka will wait until one of the opponents is within 30ft. of the throne, and then let fly with a vial of alchemist's fire:\n\n (1d20)[ 13 ] to hit\n (1d6)[ 5 ] sneak attack damage\n (1d6)[ 1 ] alchemical fire damage"
},
{
"author": "Grrth",
"message": "Kit will remain where he is, to shoot when someone comes in range.\n\nErunak will remain where he is, prefering to let the enemy come to him."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "Tamly's Action\n \n Spoiler \n\nTamly will stay put, in the position that he previously occupied\n \n\nCristobal's Action\n \n Spoiler \n\nCristobal will cast Ray of Frost, on the first enemy to come through the door.\n "
}
] |
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"author": "Paragon Badger",
"message": "It was a cool and foggy winter morning in Wenholme. The gentle snow that started falling a day before seemed to flutter about, never really falling, and sometimes appearing to propel upwards.\n\nAll was silent save for the quiet hum of the industrial quarter, a place which never sleeped. The fire that burned unhindered there for a week was dying out, and work continued, as it always had.\n\nMorning had came, made evident to all by the loud, rubust whistles of the trains coming in to transport the night-shift workers to their homes- and bring the day-shift workers away from them.\n\nDancing snowflakes dissapeared into the thick black smoke spouting out from the metal beasts' furnaces, as people below them shuffled into the cramped compartments.\n\nAll as was it normally was in this corroded wasteland, save for one restless night for a man named Leonardo Abel. Horrifying dreams. The man knew it was not of his own mind; for no mortal could ever imagine such a scene. Incomprehensible shapes and fluctuating figures engaged in a chaotic and violent dance. It was of not of his dimension, he knew, for the beings he imagined adhered to no scholar's laws of physics or reality.\n\nA great exodus, he witnessed, one of the combatants had been direly wounded, and nearly destroyed itself in an effort to veil its presence from those that would finish it off. The dream ended there, and Leonardo was awakened with a terrible headache.\n\nElsewhere, it was a usual morning for a Trevor Brock. Awakened by the loud trains carrying out their morning runs, he began his daily ritual to prepare his mind and body for the events of the day."
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"author": "Zweanslord",
"message": " Leonardo Abel \n\nWrithing in his bed, Leonardo noticed that he was again awake. The borderline between nightmare and reality had faded, for now, he knew, that he was in reality. The nightmares had stopped and left a terrible head ache in it's wake. Leonardo sighed as he still lay in bed, comforted by the sound of his own sigh. He writhed more in his bed, this time turning about and around, not because of the nightmares, but rather because he was still tired, had a headache which did not make him feel good and because his eyes were still heavy. He turned a while around, not gaining any further comfort in his bed and eventually forced his eyes open. Slowly, he got out of bed, in a foul morning mood. He grumbled somewhat and was about to grab his morning coat, but instead, sat down on the chair near his bed. He closed his eyes once more, but this time, not to sleep or rest, but to concentrate.\n\nSlowly, his hands weaved in the air as the same air endured arcane syllables that came from Leonardo's mouth. Leonardo was not afraid to cast magic in his bed room, for there was no way anybody could look inside with the dark and long curtains closed. It was still dark in his room as the morning light had trouble piercing through the dark curtains. It was the way Leonardo liked it, because it made him sleep more sound. Soon, the spell was woven and Leonardo smirked as he had called into this world an event that most did not even realise existed and neither did they believe it.\n\nHis spell had woven (2d6+5)[ 11 ] invisible servants before him and Leonardo felt a was of happiness. This would aid him incredibly, considering the mood he was in. The invisible servants already moved at his beck and call, and with some aid of an invisible servant he was standing again. Feeling groggy, Leonardo stretched and yawned a bit, realising that the day had started. Yet, his terrible headache was disrupting him from his usual ritual. He did not even recall the day for the moment. It was as if he did not want to, anyway. Instead, he moved forward and the door swing open before him, without Leonardo needing to move a muscle.\n\nLeonardo moved gently through the house, realising that his body was still hot and somewhat sweaty from the nightmare he had before. Grumbling, because he would have to wash himself, Leonardo recalled the nightmare as he moved off the stairs. Strange figures and sensations ran through his mind. Things not of this world came to his memory and horror ran through his body. He tripped.\n\nOne of the invisible servants caught him. Leonardo sighed as he regained his composure. It was a wise thing to have summoned the invisible servants already. However, he was baffled. Never before had he tripped like this. This was a bad sign, he knew it. There was more to it Leonardo knew. He recalled the nightmarish visions further and tried to observe them rationally. However, with a nasty headache, his thoughts turned away and instead focused on breakfast. This was soon served by his servants, obeying his every whim. The curtains opened, only to reveal other curtains that blocked sight inside the house, but at least let through enough light. It was the usual for Leonardo as he ate his breakfast.\n\nYet, his thoughts clinged to the nightmares of before. How could that be, he wondered. Usually his dreams had faded by now or at least, he was not paying this much attention to it. This continued as he got back to wash and get dressed with the aid of his servants and even when Leonardo opened a curtain to look at the snow falling, his thoughts were with the nightmare. He closed the curtains again and sat on the table he had ate his breakfast on earlier. Some of his servants fetched his latest research and Leonardo wondered. Was this what caused it?\n\nAn old dark red tome, marked with an arcane glyph on the outside lay before Leonardo. It was thick and Leonardo had not seen most of the text before. There were things he did not understand, but he was determined to crack the cipher. Yet, now, he was not too sure. He opened the tome at a pre-designated tab Leonardo had placed there before, marking where he had been. Perhaps, perhaps.. this symbol did mean something sinister as devil or hell.. Leonardo grimaced. Was it that real? Deciding not to want to find out now, Leonardo wanted to lighten his mood. He grabbed his coat and went out for a morning walk.. yet as he did, his eyes were looking at the ground before him, still in thought about the nightmares that captivated him. What did they mean?"
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"author": "chrono",
"message": " Those cursed trains... \nTrev pushed his first waking thought away and pulled the blanket over his head. For a moment he thought about his youth - Wenholme seemed to grow ever louder and busier with each year.\n Before you know it those trains will be making their rounds even at night... Progress is good, but the good people need their sleep. \nTrev smiled at the thought. There didn't seem to be all that many good men around. As his toes began to freeze from the morning chill, Trev could no longer stay in bed. He jumped up and put his everyday clothes on, then looked around. The fire had died and there were only a few small logs next to the fireplace.\n\nHe put his jacket on and went outside to fetch some wood. Once outside, Trev whistled and looked around to see if Sparky was in his dog house. Sure enough, a large furry nose emerged from the hole and he was greeted with a bark for \"good morning\". Sparky was the perfect companion for Trev's adventures - he sniffed out criminals, his bar (and bite) left respect in many thugs and he even found his own food (the city was never short on vermin). Cold, too cold. Trev thought. He liked the warmth of the sun and it was a bit depressing to know he wasn't getting any of that for a few more months.\n\nOnce the fire was burning and the eggs were sizzling in the pan, Trev thought about his schedule. Hah, he was a free man, with no actual job to speak of. Still, the assignments from his friend the sergeant were a bit rare in the last few weeks and Trev had wrapped them all up in the last few days. In slow days like that, there's only one thing to do - go to the tavern, snoop around and have some fun.\n\nTrev ate his breakfast and sat on his chair meditating on his actions for the day. He would listen. Very carefully. When he was well-prepared, Trev could overhear and understand even the most obscure speech, which helped him a lot when he had to uncover more secretive plots.\n(OOC: preparing comprehend languages)\n\nOnce his bed was made and the pan was scrubbed clean, Trev was finally ready and set off for the tavern. He didn't take Sparky along, since he wasn't really looking for any action, which is why he only packed his two favorite daggers."
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"author": "Paragon Badger",
"message": "As Leo went about his walk, the dream became a bit more clear. Either he was remembering it better, or entirely new thoughts were coming into his mind.\n\nIt seemed that anything that Leo was curious about, was soon elaborated upon. Everything was still hazy, but it was becoming more evident as time passed. The beings morphed into old clichés that seemed to be straight from the ancient religious texts that the wizard had once read through. The victors in the battle slowly transformed into angelic, winged beings- while their wounded adversary had become bathed in fire, and bestial claws and horns sprouted from its imposing figure.\n\nThe frightning aspect of the dream seemed to be all but gone, as Leo was now fully conscious to grasp the events depicted. Rather than it being horrifying, it was now almost ...like a story being told. Still, there wasn't much to tell, all he could think of was that one scene.\n\nAs Trev left his house, the trains roared again and started off towards the industrial quarter. It was a bit of a long walk, winding through narrow streets and corridors in the residential quarter, the design of which seemed to have little planning put into it.\n\nLife was as it always was in the city; clothes lines stretched across the streets like spiderwebs, young children playing or attempting to swindle passerbys, a shrill woman's voice in the distance calling \"Look out below!\" and a putrid splash following.\n\nTrev soon found himself at the tavern, and when he entered, the aged and portly bartender greeted him with a raised eyebrow and a smile. Only a few diehard regulars were in the place so early in the morning. The large and brutish bouncer was napping in a small chair by the corner.\n\n\"Mornin' there, Tea-man.\" The barkeep said as he started preparing a drink, \"Anythin' I can do fer yeh?\""
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"author": "chrono",
"message": " How's the wife, old friend? , Trev inquired as he looked around the tavern.\n Pity , he thought as the barman answered. Trev was half hoping to find somebody drowning his sorrows because of a \"misplaced\" heirloom or a disappeared family member that could use some investigating. Or perhaps even meet a group of travel-weary strangers that could pay well for his information or services.\nIt was all wishful thinking though, as things like that happened rarely, but Trev did have that strange feeling in the morning - as if he had to prepare for a meeting with an important stranger.\nHe ordered \"the usual\" with a wide grin. The bar keep laughed (some jokes never get old) - for most of the regulars \"the usual\" is one strong murky brew or another, usually strong enough to drop a horse on the second sip.\n So, business is a bit slow, eh? What else is new? , Trev inquired. He talked with the bar keep for a while, sharing some gossip and learning new gossip in return.\n(OOC: gather information check (1d20+12)[ 4 ](16) )"
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"author": "Paragon Badger",
"message": "After a bit of small talk, the barkeep relented, \"Well.... Yeh probbly know this already, but I hear that those temple fellers' are ordaining a true believer- and what's more, he ain't human!\"\n\n\"Name's Ivilae, -gray elf, I think.\" The bartender said, \"Last of his kind, so I hear. Don't see many other elves, either. People say that he's becoming a bishop 'cause he converted all his people as a means of repentence. -Yeh know, once all they all stopped havin' children.\"\n\nHe shrugged, \"Can't see why the temple would care about any elves, though.\"\n\nA few more hours of chatting, and the tavern slowly accruing more and more customers, the barkeep idly said,\n\n\"It seems that those Wandunbury hoodlums were rooted out by police yesterday, so this neighborhood's fresh territory for some other guild to sweep into. Tha's why I hired Edgar o'er there.\" He said, nodding his head to the sleepy bouncer, who was gradually waking up from the increased volume in the tavern."
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"author": "Zweanslord",
"message": " Leonardo Abel \n\n\" I have the weirdest dreams. \" Mumbles Leonardo Abel to himself as he passes through the streets. He could hardly believe his dream had become clearer. It was almost as if thinking of an animated painting. Still finding it weird that his mind had conjured up the scene, Leonardo Abel tried to figure out what connections this had with his most recent studies. This thought was, however, soon interrupted as Leonardo walked through the streets and reminded what he had to do. His usual schedule picked up as he made his way to the baker to get some bread and do some general groceries for the day. Before going there, Leonardo decided that he would need to let his mind get some rest.\n\nHe made his way over to a community temple not too far from his home. Leonardo was not a particularly religious man, but he did have faith that there was something grander behind existence. While there were things of religion and the church which he did not like, he did respect the effect it could have on people and he felt a certain affection towards religion. At least enough to once in a while come to the community temple and pay a visit. There, he would usually make a small chat with somebody and pray, after which he left a donation. Though the prayer was more to clear Leonardo's mind, and in this case, he felt he needed that. The atmosphere of the community temple lent itself a lot for it, and Leonardo thought it was a good idea as he was taking his walk. That, but mostly the thoughts involving angel- and demon-like creatures, drove him towards the temple. He walked in a relaxed pace towards it."
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"author": "chrono",
"message": "Trev takes the news about the gray elf with a few thoughtful \"uh-hum\" and \"oh\"s, and some \"really\" and \"you don't say\"s inbetween. He is being polite as much as he's being genuinely interested - it's not every day that you hear important news about strange creatures. He racks his brain to remember hearing something of the sort, as well as about any other non-humans recently in the public spotlight (especially if connected to the church).\n(OOC: knowledge(local) (1d20+11)[ 15 ](26) )\nGangs are somewhat closer to his expertise and he spends a few moments looking around, as if examining the people in the tavern.\n You know that if anybody gives you trouble you can tell me and I'll try to do something about it. , Trev says with a smile and continues before the barman can say anything: After all, what use is it knowing people if you can't pull a few strings in time of need. \nTrev sighs and looks around again. If he doesn't find anybody of interest and nobody comes in in the next fifteen minutes, Trev goes home to grab something to eat.\n(OOC: wow, I wrote this 3 hours ago and didn't click \"submit\")"
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"author": "Paragon Badger",
"message": "As Leonardo entered the temple, the priest was in the middle of saying, \"-And let us pray for success of the newest bishop of the Temple, Ivilae Einstacia. He is among the true and faithful, and I am hopeful that he will continue the latent reforms within the Temple, so that we may reunite with our lost brethren- and the people can worship under one banner once again.\"\n\nThe sermon was apparantly just starting, with local news being introduced, and then actual hymns and readings from scripture coming later. Leo didn't pay much attention to the other news, which was mostly along the lines of expectant births, new neighbors, and other mundane things.\n\nThe readings of the scripture began, and it was the usual. Goodwill, harmony, and faith in God was all the usual. \"-Be wary to avoid the seven evils,\" The minister said, \"-lest their caretakers consume your soul when you slip from the mortal coil, and keep it from returning to the world.\"\n\n\"Act with mercy, and do not take vengeance.\nAct with humility, and do not boast.\nAct with self-control, and do not overeat.\"\n\n\"Resist temptation, and do not give in to carnal pleasures.\nResist avarice, and do not hoarde material wealth.\nResist jealousy, and do not covet what is another's.\nResist indolence, and do not live idly.\"\n\n...\n\nTrev began to reach back into his memory and recall anything relevant... He knew that the industrial quarter of the city is half-underground or carved into the mountain side, since it was originally a dwarven hall- claimed by humans centuries ago in an war between the two races. The details of that war are more in the domain of history than local lore, though.\n\nOccasionally, neighborhoods have the name of 'Elfentowne' or 'Halflingville'. The ranger hasn't seen many of their namesakes in these places, though. He guesses that they were originally part of subcommunities within Wenholme, but are gone now. Little remains of their distinct architecture, since few buildings last more than half a century anyways.\n\nMost of the Temple leaders are human. Each 'Lord Cardinal' (The religious authority in a major city) of Wenholme has always been human and male, often a bit older than most. Wenholem has had only one Lord Cardinal in Trev's lifetime, 'Lord' Theomyre. He hasn't made many public appearances, but most people would recognize him from his... benevolent depictions in temple publications. Trev was too wise to believe his virtue was that great, though.\n\n\"Aaaahhh, yer' a good friend, Tea-man!\" The middle-aged man said fondly. \"Have a mug o' beer on ta' house.\"\n\nTrev waited around for a bit, but no unusual faces or odd occurances popped up- so he started home.\n\n(OOC- Oh man, did this take awhile.)"
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"author": "Zweanslord",
"message": " Leonardo Abel \n\nIn thought, Leonardo repeated the sentences. Whatever people thought of religion, such guidelines for life should be held on to more, or so was Leonardo of opinion. But then, Leonardo instead turned to his peace, trying to get his mind at ease, banning thought of it and feeling the inner peace of the self. To concentrate better, he occasionally repeated the sentences in thought. For a while, he remained like that, party praying, partly meditating.\n\nTime passed however and soon Leonardo found that it was time to move on. He had sat through the sermon, paid attention and had set his mind at ease. It had just been a dream. No need to make a fuss out of a dream. And so, Leonardo went to do his usual things. He went out to buy some groceries, to make sure he would be able to eat today. He made sure to take some bird feed today as well.\n\nWalking through the streets, his mind started to focus on his research again. There were some principles about advanced magic that he wanted to understand and place in his current theories, but so far, he had not booked any success. The mysterious book he had acquired let out but few of it's secrets. It was written in some kind of code and Leonardo had not managed to crack it yet.\n\nWhen Leonardo got home again he heard the chirping of birds. Grinning, he made his way in, placed the groceries at their correct spots and then went into the garden with some bird's food. A raven flew down and sat on his shoulder. As Leonardo spread out the bird's food for the sparrows and ravens of the neighbourhood, he fed the raven with food from his hand. Leonardo talked to the raven, who nodded a couple of times. After having seen to it that the sparrows and ravens of the neighbourhood had some food, Leonardo entered the house again. Exchanging some of his thoughts with the raven, who was now willing to respond and exchange a conversation in the local language, Leonardo talked about his research to him and especially the concerns.\n\nLeonardo had just made some start with his research for the day as the raven was looking over his shoulder, when he realised that it was already time for lunch. Taking a small lunch, Leonardo then devoted himself to his studies again. Hours had ticked away when Leonardo stepped out of his house again. He still had no results. It was time to go to Trev and see if he could find some information."
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"author": "chrono",
"message": "Trev smiled and waved his hand above his head, as if dismissing the thought.\n That's alright , he said, maybe some other time. Right now I should get going - chores at home await. \nIt wasn't so much chores as simply fixing himself a lunch, really. Trev had some stew left over, which he warmed in a small pot over the fire and ate with the dry hard bread (probably a few days old by now) he found among his food supplies. Lunch didn't take long and Trev thought about what he wanted to do for the rest of the day - there was still the matter of that strange feeling he woke up with.\nTrev's sixth sense wasn't always correct, but he did feel like he might be meeting an interesting stranger today, so there was no point staying home loitering. Sometimes adventure found you, Trev knew, but most of the time you had to go around poking your nose in other people's business until you found it for yourself.\nTrev walked out of his house's door and took a deep breath. The air was still chilly, though not as bad as earlier this morning.\n Come on, Sparky! , he shouted out cheerfully. We're going for a walk. \nSo off Trev went, the large dog walking by his side, heading for the marketplace. All sorts of things happened there, all sorts of people went around their business - there was hardly a more fitting place to meet strangers... of the really strange kind. Plus, his food storage could use some replenishing, so either way the trip should prove useful.\n(OOC: so does Trev meet Leo on his way out?)"
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"author": "Zweanslord",
"message": " Leonardo Abel \n\nAs a raven flew down on one of the branches on the nearest tree, Leonardo saw Trev passing by as Leonardo had made his way to the man's home. He raised his gloved hand and waved at Trev while raising the volume of his voice. \" Hey there, Trev! \" Beckoning to Trev as Leonardo got closer, he spoke up once within normal speaking range and made a motion that Trev should continue his walk to wherever he would go while they talked. \"Good afternoon. How are you this day?\""
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"author": "chrono",
"message": "Trev turns to Leo, momentarily confused as his train of thought was derailed.\n Oh, hello! , Trev says with a smile. How goes the research? I didn't expect to see you today. \nTrev remembers the strange premonitions he had this morning.\n Or maybe I did , he adds with a smile. Who knows... \n You know what , he continues, I was just heading to the market to grab a few supplies. Would you care to join me, or are you coming with more urgent matters? \nTrev helf-turns toward Sparky and pats him on the head and back, while hearing out Leo's reply."
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"author": "Zweanslord",
"message": " Leonardo Abel \n\n\"The research does not go too well, my friend. I am not coming with urgent matters however, so I will join you.\" And with that, Leonardo starts walking alongside Trev towards the market. As they go, he once more speaks up. \"The translation is not going well at all. I managed to decipher some things, but it hardly seemed to make sense. I am missing the key to some of those words or else I can not even continue from where I started. I am having troubles with some basic semantics and syntax, which are contrary to what I have seen before. I have deduced several options, but none of them seem to hold on for more than a page.\" Then, Leonardo looks at Trev. Reminding himself that Trev most likely is not interested in the details, Leonardo continues in another fashion. \"I need you to find some information on the way the makers of this book encrypt their documents. I will tell you more about it's origin as I managed to decipher and find lore about, but not on the street here.\""
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"author": "chrono",
"message": " So , Trev stared at the cobbles under his feet for a moment, old man Briggs' books can't help you anymore? Trev paused for a second. To be perfectly honest, for a while I was pretty sure he was just daft with his age and couldn't be much help to start with. But I guess by now you've read all of his crazy stuff, haven't you? \nTrev smiled at Leo and then slowly his expression became serious and thoughtful.\n You do realize that this city isn't full of secluded old men hoarding tomes of precious knowledge, right? If there are any that I don't know of, they're doing a good job hiding... And if there aren't... Then perhaps somebody at the church or someplace important MIGHT have a hidden library, but this is risky business. Perhaps we are better off trying some ancient monastery again. \nTrev glances at Leo again. Don't worry, I'll still ask around, but... I wouldn't get my hopes too high, not without some sort of better lead or information I can start off with. \nTrev walks around the market, purposefully visiting a larger portion of the area than he needs to (and not shying away from the more narrower streets). In the end all he buys is a few days' supplies of bread and dried meat and anything that remotely resembles fresh fruit or vegetables, as well as a small amount of some perfectly mundane supplies (lamp oil, etc).\n\nThough Trev is paying attention to Leo, he is very alert and is still looking around for his mysterious foreign traveler (or whoever would fit the description \"stranger\" in this already strange place). Sparky is as always staying very close to his master - Trev had to train him to do that, because otherwise people tended to be scared and hostile if they saw the huge beast wandering around in a crowded street."
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"author": "Paragon Badger",
"message": "The market was expectedly mundane. Those who coulden't work were going about their business, buying food and supplies, while the little ones they took after went about playing.\n\nTrev didn't notice much untill he spotted a shady looking man with a peculiar marking on his ne- Trev spun around, and caught a child gingerly holding a single gold piece from his pockets between his index finger and thumb.\n\nThe child merely smiled, and started to run off in mischevious confidence. The urban ranger turned hastily back to the shadowy figure, but he coulden't pinpoint him in the crowd."
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"author": "Zweanslord",
"message": " Leonardo Abel \n\n\"No, no, I think you misunderstand. This is no longer generic knowledge I need. The knowledge I currently need would not aid me in my other research. I need some specific knowledge, but I would rather talk about it somewhere else than here, if you catch my drift.\" Gives Leonardo as response. \"Though, I did read almost everything from mister Briggs already.\" Haven given his response, Leonardo walks with Trev, enjoying the walk for now. When the child appeared and Trav caught it, Leonardo sighs. \"Kids of these days..\""
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"author": "chrono",
"message": " Sounds serious , Trev nods, I guess we should head back already. \nSo the two make their way back, until Trev feels a not unknown sensation of somebody going through his pockets.\n Hey! , he yells pointing at the kid, but then relaxes his and and shakes his head. Ah well, I guess it can't be helped... \nTrev smiles at Leo's comment: Kids these days? No, I'm pretty sure it was like that in my day too. He lets out a slightly nervous laugh, then looks down at Sparky:\n Some watchdog you are. You could have tried to help there, you know. Trev meets the shiny eyes of the rather large dog - it's very attentive and listening to his instructions as usual, through Trev realizes it probably doesn't understand much of what he says. Ah, well... I guess it can't be helped , Trev repeats as they head back to his cottage.\n\nOnce there, Trev rekindles the fire and offers Leo tea, as well as a bag of somewhat dry sweets."
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"author": "Zweanslord",
"message": " Leonardo Abel \n\nAs Leonardo enters Trev's cottage, he takes off his coat and then, while holding it in his hand, extends it towards the empty air. However, the coat then seems to be taken by something invisible, after which it is carried and hung on the right place, along with the hat Leonardo offered to the air. The hat seems to follow the coat quickly. A bit later, Leonardo has taken a seat with Trev, and he has already accepted the offer for tea, though declined the sweets for now. Making himself comfortable, Leonardo then starts to speak about what he has discovered.\n\n\"The book I have found is not written in any ancient language I know off. Instead, I found several hints, symbols and certain pictures that I could cross-reference amongst the available sources. At first, I admittingly did not have much success. I was able to decipher a page or two which were notes that had been inside the book itself at one particular page. The instructions written there I was able to decipher. Using it, I could decipher some of the passages on the page it seemed to refer to. The passages contained magical words, but I could not find any significant effects of them in the text. I suspect that more information is concealed within the remainder of the book, which is most likely encrypted. I was not able to break it, but as I said, I was eventually able to find hints and found some sources. The sources were most often not too reliable, because they were old. But, making inferences from multiple of them and using comparisons, I think I may have a lead.\n\nThe cult of Utafex. They followed some kind of weird religion, based on the worship of one entity, Utafex. A powerful entity, yes, but not by far an all powerful entity or compared to a god, as seen in other religions. They fared about two-hundred years ago, in the region of Tinacki, which is currently the province Gehallen. It seems that some members of the cult originated from not just there, but also this province and the same province we had our adventure in, which incidentally is in the neighbouring country of where the province Gehallen is located. Sources suggest that the cult was more widespread than Tinacki, but that it was kept a secret. However, I found another source which spoke of Emiel Chrisander Schönenburg, which around that time seemed to have made quite a ruse. Apparently, they claimed he was guilty of all kind of bad luck in the region and he was eventually hung. Most likely superstition, but they did found things in his home that was their 'evidence'. Things that I could relate tot he cult of Utafex. Emiel Chrisander Schönenberg lived outside the city at that time, but since then, the city has grown and encompassed even the place where he lives now. I found that it was around Gustenplace. You know, where it is windy all the time and therefore unattractive except for the dirt poor?\n\nAnyway, do you think you can use this to find out more or give me more things to look for in the literature?\""
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"author": "chrono",
"message": " Wow , Trev smiles, That's actually a lot more information than I expected. \nTrev taps his fingers, while deep in thought. I'll have to think long and hard about it - it might turn out that I already possess knowledge that's related to your problem, but I just can't connect the two for now. Still, this whole religious business worries me - there are changes in the church, you know... People may be a bit uneasy about it and asking about cults is always trouble. I'll have to be extra careful, but even just a question or two overheard by the wrong set of ears can bring us a ton of trouble.\nAre you quite sure that what's inside that book is worth the trouble? \n\nOOC:\nKnowledge (local): (1d20+11)[ 21 ] - trying to remember hearing of fanatic or religious (outside the main church) or cult activities in the city (if the roll is high enough maybe even concrete info about the cult of Utafex).\nKnowledge (local): (1d20+11)[ 24 ] - trying to remember anything at all of interest connected to Gustenplace (where Emiel Chrisander Schönenburg lived, the area is now inside the city, perhaps connections with cult rumors or some legend about Emiel himself)."
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"author": "Zweanslord",
"message": " Leonardo Abel \n\n\"Well, it is a cult from about two hundred years ago. It should be non-existent nowadays. I do not have information on when it should have died out, but I doubt it was passed on to a new generation since the generation of cultists two hundred years ago. Also, I do think this book is worth it. The notes speak of incredible power to be had and the magical words were the key to that power. I think, to continue in the line of metaphors, the 'lock' to open is inside the book. That is, when deciphered. I believe this was one of their more valuable books, if not most valuable.\""
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"author": "Paragon Badger",
"message": "Trev vaguely remembers hearing something about one of the local crime guilds being a cover to further some arcane research, but rumors about mob bosses with scary or unusual reputations wasn't rare. The guild's name started with a Dah sound...\n\nGustenplace serves as a bit of a plaza in that part of town, Trev recalls, with its streets being narrower than the newer districts. It's fairly distant from his neighborhood, though, so he doesn't know much about it."
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"author": "chrono",
"message": "Trev taps his fingers on the table for a few moments, then looks at Leo again.\n It's extremely rare to be involved in or even hear of real arcane research without getting in trouble. You should know that I'm extremely uncomfortable doing what you ask me to - just looking around won't do us much good. I'll have to ask around, but the trouble is that if anybody knows about magic they're either from the church or from some cult - either way we're in trouble.\nAnd we still have a few slim leads to go on - right now I can only remember one rumor about arcane research that I haven't told you about... Oh, what was it... An organization by the name of Dah-something. Whatever, you probably haven't heard about it anyway, and I'm not sure it's even close to what you're looking for. I guess tomorrow I'll go and look around Gustenplace. I guess I'll ask some questions and we'll see what happens. "
},
{
"author": "Zweanslord",
"message": " Leonardo Abel \n\n\"Ah, but you need nay ask about anything magical. To unlock this mystery, it is not magical lore I require, but I need something to decipher the code in the book. And that is far less dangerous to seek out than magical information.\" Leonardo smiles towards Trev and gives a nod. \"But I thank you for the effort you are willing to put into this. I probably could not find out anything myself, at least not further than I already have.\" Then, Leonardo nods again and leans over to pick up and finish the tea that was served earlier."
},
{
"author": "chrono",
"message": "Trev nods. Tomorrow I'll see what I can do. I still fear that anybody who knows about the code will know about the contents too, which means I'll have to be extra cautious. \nTrev walks to a small window and takes a look outside.\n But I won't do it today - I prefer to have a bit of time to think it through. Do you have any plans for the rest of the day? "
},
{
"author": "Zweanslord",
"message": " Leonardo Abel \n\nLooking up at Trev, Leonardo responds. \"Not really. Well, besides asking for another cup of tea.\" Leonardo smirks a little before continuing. As he speaks up again, he shifts in the chair to face the direction of Trev better. \"Is there something?\""
},
{
"author": "chrono",
"message": " I didn't really have plans for the night. \nTrev is still looking outside the window, focusing on nothing in particular. Then he goes back to the fire and fetches some more tea for Leo.\n Then again, I didn't really expect to see you either. , he continues.\n Unless you have any ideas I suppose I might go out for a walk and then end the night in the pub. I know you're not very fond of eating at places like that, but you can join me if you wish. "
},
{
"author": "Zweanslord",
"message": " Leonardo Abel \n\nSipping on his new cup of tea for a while, Leonardo eventually nods momentarily. \"While I usually do abhor the idea of going to such places alone, this is an occasion where I will neither be alone, nor have many alternatives. My research is taxing on it's own way and some diversity would do me good. Besides, you usually liven up such visits.\" Finishing his tea, Leonardo leans back in his seat before continuing. He lifts his hand to head and scratches an itch as he speaks up. \"Just tell when you wish to leave. I do suggest that if we go for a walk that we walk through the Hintgarten. You know I like that place, even though it is a very small park.\""
},
{
"author": "chrono",
"message": "Trev turns toward Leo and smiles: It's decided then. The park sounds good, Sparky will likely enjoy some more exercise. \nHalf an hour and a bit of small talk later, the two get ready to leave. Trev puts a warm cloak on and goes to get sparky."
},
{
"author": "Zweanslord",
"message": " Leonardo Abel \n\nLeonardo's cloak seems to float in mid-air towards him and he is aided in putting it on. Nodding to Trev, Leonardo follows him out of the house, after which they move together. Leonardo gives a smile towards Sparky as they move through the streets towards the Hintgarten."
},
{
"author": "Paragon Badger",
"message": "The walk to Hintgarten was fairly uneventful, as all seems to be in Wenholme. In fact, there seemed to be a certain level of danger inherent in how the city didn't adapt; the cramped apartments and the poor conditions evident during the pair's walk, but even the recently self-probing mind of Leonardo could not notice the frustrated presence in him that burningly desired to free itself. More a thing of innocuous weakness, than of covert strength, however.\n\n (Glad I kept all those notepad files around. <_< And yes, I searched burningly on dictionary.com after spellchecking innocuous. 😛 Oh, and I'll throw around some more plothooks, I swear. 😳 ) "
},
{
"author": "Zweanslord",
"message": " Leonardo Abel \n\n\"Well, the Hintgarten. Lovely place as ever and Sparky will be able to play around here for a bit. Ain't that right?\" Giving a grin, Leonardo turns towards the dog and gives him a pat or two on the head. Rising up again, he gives a nod to Sparky before turning to Trev. \"Your dog is still a nice fellow, Trev.\""
},
{
"author": "chrono",
"message": "Trev smiles absentmindedly:\n He is, isn't he? , he pauses for a moment, looking blankly at the trees in front as if seeing through them.\n When I think about it, I realize that I'm so used to having him around that sometimes I almost don't notice him. We just spend so much time together... It's usually very exciting. \nTrev looks at Sparky who eyes him back with an air of understanding.\n Isn't that right, boy! \nSparky wags his tail and runs a few circles around Trev, finally coming closer and pushing Trev's hand with his nose, earning a pat on the head. Trev looks for a stick and throws it as far as he can.\nWhile the dog runs after the stick, Trev looks at Leo and continues:\n I can't help but notice that things have been awfully calm lately. Maybe I'm finally getting used to all the excitement in a city full of rogues, but I can't help but feeling that something is brewing. Like a calm before the storm... You know what I mean? , Trev sighs, then waits for Sparky to come back and tosses the stick again.\n Maybe I'm just a bit worried about our next target. , Trev smiles.\n Our missions are always exciting and often most rewarding, but... I'm just not sure how you can continue with your research with such determination. I can't help but think that crazy homicidal cultists and ancient abominations are just the start. \nSuddenly Trev's expression changes and a radiant smile is once again on his face.\n You know, Mister Leo , Trev says Leo's name jokingly with a strong emphasis, I've changed since we met. I remember when I was carefree and with a lot less trouble in my life. Now solving robberies and chasing people across rooftops seems as calm and ordinary as a trip to the old people's home. "
},
{
"author": "Zweanslord",
"message": " Leonardo Abel \n\nLeonardo nods. Despite the little joking tone, Leonardo takes it serious and when he responds, it seems with a somewhat grim tone. \"I remember, long ago, when I had not foreseen this. When I did not know. There are a few moments when I might wish that things had gone different. But most of the time I have no regrets. The reason for this, for my determination, is simple. If I can master this.. Art, so to say, think of the good I would be able to do. My life might be different then others, but I do not regret it.\" Leonardo sighs a bit, not out of sadness, but rather, he lets the grim tone out of it, making it more a sigh of relief. He gives Trev a reassuring smile before continuing. \"Still, it is good to do things together. It, in a manner, makes it easier for me. However I had not noticed any calm before the storm.. though I do not take what you say in doubt, my good friend. It is just that I have not been 'out there' so to speak. I have been busy with my research.\" Leonardo nods with that and looks directly at Trev for a moment while asking: \"Any idea as to what might be brewing? Any indication?\"\nThen, Leonardo face turns away again, as Sparky has come again to deliver the stick to Trev. With that act, Leonardo smiles again, because it is nice to see how the dog has quite a bit less to worry about then the two of them."
},
{
"author": "chrono",
"message": " No no, my friend, you misunderstand me. I swear, sometimes you take things way too literally. It's now winter and beats me why, maybe the outlaws get cold feet or something, I have fewer jobs than usual. If you thought I caught on some grand mischievous plot to hinder our progress, I'm sorry but I'll have to disappoint. \nTrev smiles and then shrugs, almost involuntarily:\n To tell you the truth, I never thought leading a normal life was all that great. I know almost everybody does it, but settling down and doing things the easy way just seems so... boring. I specialize in a perilous occupation for the excitement it brings me. And meeting you a few years ago brought a whole lot of new excitement to the already thrilling reality that I call my life. \nTrev smiles, as if completely ignoring Leo's serious tone.\n In a word, I'm not complaining. I'm perfectly happy as long as you're sure in what we're doing. And right now, Trev exhales to demonstrate the large puffy cloud that comes out of his mouth, I'm pretty sure we should be heading off for the tavern. We can get something warm to eat and drink, then just enjoy sitting next to normal people and being different. "
},
{
"author": "Zweanslord",
"message": " Leonardo Abel \n\n\"Alright, I concur. Let us make our way to the tavern.\" Nodding, Leonardo takes the first steps to move on. He looks at the dog once more, but then looks in the distance, as if thinking about what Trev just said. And so, they start to make their way further on."
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"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Welcome to the towns of HawksWarren. How you got here is up to you. It seems the local magistrate has been working to rearrange the town guard. You notice various watch posts and such at the gates, and through out the city.\n\nThere are many taverns and inns (if you so choose to have the services of one) though some are more reputable than others.\n\n(Just waiting on everyone to get intros done)"
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\nA lithe maroon-haired elf cloaked in wolf furs makes his way through the streets of HawksWarren. Larger and more powerfully built than any regular elf, he moved with the steadied calm of a prowling cougar. A dark arm-guard hung on his left forearm while over his back was slung a large ornate blade whose hilt was currently serving as a perch for the elf's conversation partner.\n\n\" HawksWarren. HAWKS. This place was practically built for you Nua. \" The muddy brown, red-tailed hawk sitting over his shoulder looked unimpressed. Nua glared intently at every pedestrian they passed, is if measuring the shortest distance from her razor talons to the potential attackers eyes. \" Oh fine. Go keep an eye out for dragons or something. I'll leave some scraps out my window for you later tonight. \" With that, the bird of prey took off into the sky, letting out a shriek as it rose out of view.\n\nToranus watched her go with a sigh, then turned back to his surroundings. He felt a pang of hunger build inside him, a hunger for blood, destruction and conflict. His hand reached back instinctively to caress the weapon sheathed over his back and the bloodlust went away. It was quickly replaced by another hunger, a hunger for a meal that was different than the berries and rabbits he had been eating all the weeks of his recent journey.\n\nHe walked to the closest tavern that he could see and took a whiff at the door. This caused him to recoil and cough loudly. The meat inside was a might too ripe and the patrons were not much better. He scanned the street traffic for a friendly face before settling on what looked to be another traveller. He searched his memory for the Common tongue, a language that he had not used for many weeks.\n\n\" Pardon, you know where can I find some decent food around here? Preferably something that is not rotten. \""
},
{
"author": "playswithfire",
"message": " Legnassirc \n\nRiding into the town of Hawks Warren on a horse that seemed oddly coordinated with its rider's long ornate black coat and dark purple-tinted lenses and quarterstaff, the bald human approached what appeared to be a reputable tavern, dismounted and began tying up his horse. Before finishing the knot, he glanced up at the sun to determine the time, looked back at the horse and with a wave of his hand, made the horse disappear instead. Walking inside and finding the first waitress he could, Ale at that empty table I see in the corner there as soon as you can. Maybe some food later, but the ride here has made me thirsty. passing her a silver piece on his way by. Arriving at the table, he maneuvers around so that his back is to the corner and he can survey the entire room; his quarterstaff leans against the wall next to his chair. Well, it's a new city. Let's see what happens. Though the first thing had better be that ale. "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n\nSerk had spent the last several days in HawksWarren. He had received a vision that told him to rest for a week or so in town and his next mission would become clear. He wasn't terribly surprised; he wanted some rest and this had been standard procedure for the last several years. The food at the inn he had chosen was quite filling and flavorful and the rates were exceptionally tolerable; a favored of Kord was easily employed as a bouncer; it appeals to their sense of fair play.\n\nThe fire-red haired man...if he could still be called a man...meandered down the streets seemingly without a care in the world. He knew what abilities he had at his disposal; the thugs who tried to attack him wouldn't. Moonlight glinted off the unpainted surfaces of his armor. Many people would ask him why he only took his armor off to sleep; his response was always the same. \"Why should I? It is not offensive for a man to remain covered in armor. It is a badge of honor I wear as much as a suit of armor.\" \n\nHis eyes landed on a small elf who stopped at the doorway of one of the more seedier inns in town. What kind of man lets another man drink cheap ale and eat poorly cooked meat?\n\n \"Excuse me, my friend, but I know a place much better down the road. They call it the Bahamut's Nest Inn. Best food and ale in the city. Come on, I'll even cover your meal and drink.\" "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "The bar wench comes by Legnassirc's table after a bit, and sets a mug of ale down, and goes off to tend to the other tables in The Nest "
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\n\" My thanks. \" Toranus says to the supremely confident man in front of him. \" I will be sure to return the favor. You have probably guessed that I am new to Hawkswarren. The name is Toranus. \"\n\nToranus begins following the fire haired man to the inn he recommended."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n \"And I am Serk, favored of Kord. I, as well, am new to this town, at the behest of my god, however I can assure you that this place is on the up and up. I wouldn't stay there myself if it wasn't.\" Serk lets out a hearty laugh, slapping Toranus on the back firmly. \"Come, there is much time for merriment and stories. We shall drink and share of ourselves, for who knows what tomorrow may bring.\" He says a phrase joyfully in Celestial and continues to lead Toranus to the inn."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\n--yesterday--\n\nSmiling to herself in the morning glow, Fillia once more started out on her path. A week in the journey, she was almost to her destination. \"Good food, a bath, a snack and some rest is just what I need, \" she said merrily to herself. The inns along the way had been little more than waypoints, and with her shot little legs she often didn't make it to the next one in time for nightfall. Last night had been one of those nights, and Fillia was sleepy and hungry. Certainly The Blessed One had given her comfort and seen to her needs, but she missed her creature comforts.\n\nCatching a strange sound, she turned in that direction and saw a small child coming out of the nearby brush. \"Oh please miss,\" the child said. \"Please come and help my ma' - My da' says she's in a lot of trouble.\"\n\nFillia gave the child a comforting look. \" Of course ,\" she said holding out her hand to the little girl. \" You show me where she is. \" The girl nodded her thanks and shyly took the womans hand. Then took off back through the brush at a quick pace.\n\nTheir destination was a little over a half mile away. Fillia could hear the telltale groans from quite a ways away. Instantly dismissing the irritation with sleeping out as a necessity from the Lady, she giggled. \" How many brothers and sisters do you have, uh.. \" she trickled off realizing she didn't know the girls name.\n\n\"Four, Miss,\" the girl replied. \"Da' says there's something odd about ma' this time.\"\n\n\" Well don't you worry my dear, all will soon be well. What's your name? \" she asked as they crossed the dooryard and into the small house.\n\n\"Lilly\" the girl replied, pointing to the closed door.\n\n\" You wait here Lilly, Fillia will help your ma' ,\" she said as she tapped lightly at the door and then entered. The woman had obviously been in labor for sometime and she was exhausted. Her husband beside her looked only remotely better. She dropped her haversack beside the bed and went to peer in the womans eyes. \" There there, I know it hurts, \" she said then addressed them both. \" Fear you not, everything will be fine. \"\n\nThe situation wasn't as straightforward in reality, but just then wasn't the best time to point that out. Fillia worked for almost an hour adjusting the position of the newborn until the woman was finally able to deliver. With her last deal of effort the woman was delievered of her child, who instantly took a breath and began to cry as one doesn't often hear.\n\n\" Must have been fed up waiting all that time, \" Fillia said gently as she cut the cord and wrapped the infant. She placed the child in her mothers arms. \"He must have been anxious to meet his ma' and pa'.\"\n\nThe woman took the child in her arms and both parents had the familiar amazed look on their face. No matter how many times she had helped in this way, that reaction was always the same. She laid a hand on mother and child, and gave them Yondalla's blessing, and help with the pain of childbirth CLW - (1d8+10)[ 13 ] \n\nAs Fillia took her haversack and quietly shut the door behind the trio, another girl came rushing into the house, this one quite a bit older than Lilly.\n\n\"I couldn't find anyone anywh... Oh pardon me,\" she said with a nod of her head. \"One of the others must have brought you here.\" She looked tentatively at the closed door to the silent room beyond. \"Is it...\"\n\n\" Don't worry, \" Fillia said to the girl. \" You have a new brother. \"\n\n\"How lovely!\" the girl exclaimed. \"Da' will be so pleased, it's been all girls up till this time.\"\n\n\" I'm pleased that I came across Lilly as I did, \" she replied. \" Too much longer and things might have been unpleasant. But never mind, \" she said in a bright voice. \" There's no need to dwell on unpleasantness that didn't happen. I'm sure everything will be all right here now, and I have most of the day still to travel. \"\n\n\"Please won't you stay the day with us?\" the girl asked. \"Nobody would mind.\"\n\n\" Thank you child, but I have to move on from here now ,\" she answered but her voice trailed off at the end when she saw the fresh baking cooling in the kitchen. \" No ,\" she said as much to herself as the girl, \" No, I must be going. \" She gave blessing to the home and family and animals then started to pick her way back through the brush.\"\n\nShe was almost to the path when she heard Lilly calling her name. She paused and the girl, panting heavily caught up to her. Lilly through her arms around the woman and then pushed a basket into her chest, turning to run back home before Fillia could say another word.\n\nPeering into the basket Fillia saw a good number of fresh rolls, a large slice of cake and several chunks of ham. \" Thank you, \" she called to the girl. She dug into her basket as the turned to the trail and took a roll from her basket. \" And thank You, \" she addressed the heavens."
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"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " Ird'Narthim Lucien val-Borda \n\nLucien is currently engaged in a heated conversation with a gentleman at one of the reputable taverns. Being that he is a somewhat wll-spoken individual, he has attracted the attention of most of the patrons of the tavern.\n\n \"We all declare for liberty, but in using the word we do not all mean the same thing. With some, the word means for each man to do what he pleases with himself, and the product of his labor. With others, the same word means for some men to do as they please with other men, and the product of other men's labor. The fullness of time, I am convinced, will prove to the world which is the true definition of the word.\" \n \n Spoiler \n A bit of an issue with writer's block, but that should get across the basic character of Lucien\n \n\n \n Spoiler \n \n "
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"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\nAfter a pleasant day and a half walk with no other real intrusions, Fillia arrived in Hawks Warren. She was not suprised to see a hightened level of security in the place, although the watch still seemed to be a little haphazzard. The villagers didn't seem overly concerned as they went about their late afternoon activities, in fact the blacksmith shop was already closed.\n\nFillia walked the streets of the town for a short while before choosing an inn. Grinning at the irony of the name, she entered the Bahumut's Inn and drunk in the warmth and lovely smells coming from the kitchen.\n\nShe chose a table in a well lit corner and sat down, dropping her pack and gear under the table. \"Yes please,\" she said quietly to the young woman who came to her table. \" A pot of tea and some of that lovely roast I smell if you please. \""
},
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"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "The woman comes back after awhile and sets the tea as well as a cup and a plate on the table.\n\nSome time after Fillia left the small village, a figure stepped out of the shadows in the midst of the now burning skeletons of houses. Another figure, its face lit by the inferno walked with a purpose on the path between the houses, casting black fireballs at the structures. The figure reached out his hand to cast another fireball, only to feel the cold blade slice through his chest.\n\nThe other figure calmly wiped the blood off its blade and sheathed it. It looked at the corpse for a moment, before dropping a black rose on it. It looked around the burning village. It whispered a word to the winds, and the flames vanished, leaving the charred skeletons of the houses.\n\nA scream from the bushes behind the remains of the house drew its attention. It found a family with a newborn child. \"Follow.\" The figure stepped through a portal that popped into existance in front of it with the family in tow.\n\n[dastardly demons i tell ya]"
},
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"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\nDespite Toranus' caution and discomfort at the unfamiliar urban environment, he found himself laughing along with the flamed haired stranger Serk. There was something oddly reassuring and inspiring about the heavily armored man leading him through the streets.\n\n\" I am not too familiar with the teachings of Kord I am afraid. I guess he has few teachers out in the wild. \" he says as they arrive at the Bahamut's Nest Inn. The opened door revealed a bustling nexus of activity inside even in the early evening. Patrons called out their orders over the noise of the crowd while servers hurried from table to table. The majority of the patrons appear to be focused on a strikingly handsome human arguing passionately to his audience. Other individuals, a mix of all sorts of races from all over the land, appeared to be divided between talking in private conversations and focusing on their meals. In particular, a lovely tattooed halfling woman sitting in the corner caught his eye as he scanned the room.\n\nToranus could read the mood of a buffalo herd with a glance or pick out the alpha in a wolf pack by scent but this gathering of fellow humanoids baffled him. If he could, he would never choose to wander into such a foreign environment. The answers to his past lay in these types of gatherings though so he had little choice but to try to acclimate himself to them. Here we go again, he thought to himself..."
},
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"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": " Garmund \n\nA compact and powerfuly built man strides into the town of Hawkswarren. He had obviously been traveling on the open road, and is now covered with the dust and sweat of the trail. He takes note of the disorder and general running about of the town guard, but does nothing at the moment. The first thing he does when he enters the town is find an inn. He bypasses the cheaper, less reputable establishments, to find the most expensive in the city.\n\nThe filthy wanderer, dressed in his traveling clothes, stands out just a bit at the fine establishment. Were it not for the large and well crafted weapons stapped to his back, the guards would surely have 'asked' him to leave. Instead, they exchange frantic whispers with the Maître d'. After a moment of collecting himself, the flustered man finally approaches. Before he can even start the perfunctory apologies that would preceed an ejection, a gem is pressed into his hand. This is followed shortly after by the clinking of coin and a gruff voice uttering the words 'bath', 'hot', and 'now'.\n\nOOC: Sorry about the late start, the recruitment thread didn't show up in the subscribed threads.\n\nAlso, perhaps Garmund has wandered into the same establishment as Serk and Toranus. Bahamut's Nest was it?"
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"author": "playswithfire",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Skjaldbakka \n \"We all declare for liberty, but in using the word we do not all mean the same thing. With some, the word means for each man to do what he pleases with himself, and the product of his labor. With others, the same word means for some men to do as they please with other men, and the product of other men's labor. The fullness of time, I am convinced, will prove to the world which is the true definition of the word.\" \n \n\n Legnassirc \n\nFinishing his ale, Legnassirc began paying attention to the speech of the blue haired man across the room. Hmm... a good speech. Obviously believes what he's saying ... which is more fun? Agreeing with him or playing devil's advocate? Normally, I'd say the latter, but arguing against freedom rarely makes one friends in a tavern. Meh, option 3, take him an ale and try to find out what's going on in this town that this speech is necessary. Slinging his quarterstaff across his back and walking to the bar, he retrieves two more mugs of ale and walks over to the area where the \"freedom fighter\", as he begins to think of him, is holding court. He holds out an ale and regards the young man above the frames of his glasses. So tell me, friend, which kind of liberty would you say is more commonly found in this town? I just got in and one does want to avoid offending the sensibilities of the locals, unless something is fundamentally wrong, of course. "
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"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n\nSerk laughed again. \"Many clerics prefer the comforts of the city where they can eat, drink, and make merry every night after their training. Few seem the wanderlust of adventure or the desire to spread the word. It is not just the worshipers of Kord that do this; this day and age seems to have more holy men working in an urban environment, whether they are needed or not. Only time will tell if this is the way things are.\" He led Toranus to a nice table near the fire and went to the bar. \"Two of your finest meals. I have a new friend and we will eat on my tab.\" He gave the bartender a friendly smile; their arrangement had worked quite well so far. \"And mugs of your finest ale. This will be an evening to remember.\" "
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"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "The barkeep slides a key across to Garmund, and pockets the money.\n\nOne of the wenches comes by after a bit with the plates of food and the ale.\n\nCloaked figures coming in and out of The Nest are a fairly common appearance. Most dont even bother to turn there heads after the first few they see. In fact this is probably part of the reason why fights are no common, since the person who started it usually doesnt have the life span left to fight much of one. Less common is a cloaked figure stepping through the door, with two adults with a newborn, and a child in tow. This one appears to be dressed from head to toe in black, with a wicked looking curved blade on its belt. The figure walks to the bar. \"A room for them if you please, Barry. I trust you will take care of them\" \n \"I will do what I can, Ma'am.\" She slips a bag of coins across the bar to the barkeep. \"I trust you will, now some for some ale before I leave.\" \nThe woman stays at the bar while he guides them to a table, and gets some food and drink for them. After a bit he comes by and drops a key on their table.\n\n[Waiting a bit longer for intros to get done.]"
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"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\nToranus takes the seat indicated to him by Serk and lays his weapon against the wall next to him. He shifts uncomfortably in the unfamiliar seating while he scans the crowd some more. He notes the bald human walking over to join the conversation with the impassioned debater. He notes the well armed man requesting the room, best be wary of him he thought, and the cloaked travelers with the children in tow. He took a deep breath trying to get a smell from the new arrivals but the smells of the nearby fire and the kitchen made it too difficult to catch a clean scent.\n\nHe thanks Serk when he returns from the bar with drinks and takes a sip from the foaming ale. He preferred fresh spring water but was trying his best to fit in. When the food arrives he starts picking at it with his hands, sniffing each piece before biting into it.\n\n\" You are right, it is very good. \" Toranus says as he grabs another piece off his plate. \" So what can you tell me about HawksWarren? I noticed that there was some commotion going on with the town guard when I was entering. \""
},
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"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n \"I know little of the town's problems, such as they are, but Kord has informed me of rising demonic activity in the general area. This may be why the guard is in an uproar.\" Serk takes a long drink from his mug, wiping the foam off his lips. \"Ahhhh... Maybe the others here would know more than I; at least one of them seems quite the passionate speaker.\" He looks over the populace slowly, taking in the sights, before his eyes land on a halfling he thinks he recognizes."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\nFillia sighed with pleasure as she took the first sips of the warm tea. She tore off a small chunk of bread and dipped it in the juices from the roast. Smiling to herself she quickly gave thanks and then tore into the meal. 'I picked the right inn, ' she said to herself as she ate steadily. The meat was a little too well done for her tastes but it was wonderfully seasoned and the bread fresh. When she had eaten her share she pushed the still half-full plate to the side and lifted the tea pot for some more drink.\n\nFinding it empty, she raised the pot in the air and looked around for the server, but all seemed to be busy with the influx of patrons to the tavern. Fillia pushed back and jumped out of her chair, preparing to order more at the bar. Three tables over, however she bumped into Lilly and her family.\n\n\" My goodness, I didn't expect to see you here, \" she exclaimed in shock and then took a closer look at their state of dress and their expressions.\n\n\" What has happened? Why are you here? \""
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n\nStanding slowly, Serk made his way toward the bar to get within earshot of Fillia's conversation, as much to catch the gossip as to find out if she was who he thought she was. It would be impossible for him to look subtle, so he did his best to just blend into the crowd."
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": " Garmund \n\nThe armed man seats himself at the nearest table and devours a goodly portion of food before he even realizes he has been eating. After a time, he slows down and begins to savor his meal. While doing so, he looks out across the crowd in the hopes of spotting someone interesting. What interests him of course, is a potential employer. The town was rumored to be experiencing a bit of...difficulty of no explicitly stated nature. The most outrageous of the claims state that the borders are under siege from demonic hordes, doubtless the product of overactive imaginations and superstitious peasants. The reality is most likely either a wizard, a rival nation, bandits, or some combination of the three. Demon hordes don't just spring up overnight afterall.\n\nWhen he has finished his meal, the man will get up and head off to his room. After a long time on the road, there are few who would not appreciate a hot meal, a warm bath, and a soft bed. Having already purchased and availed himself of the first, he decides to make good on the other two."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " So tell me, friend, which kind of liberty would you say is more commonly found in this town? I just got in and one does want to avoid offending the sensibilities of the locals, unless something is fundamentally wrong, of course. \n\nTurning from his conversation with the affluent-looking individual sitting across from him, he looks up at the striking fellow standing before him. \"The state of liberty in this town? Insufficient, although a striking improvement on some places I have been.\" With that, he rolls up the sleeve on his right arm, revealing the shape of an 'S' branded on his forearm. \"As you can see, I have experienced the very depths to which humanity can sink if it denies the principles of liberty and equality.\" He pauses to take a sip from his waterskin, and then continues. \"I earnestly believe that all men should be given an equal opportunity to succeed. There are those in this land who are born into prosperity, and those who are born into poverty. A poverty rigidly enforced by the taxation of those who claim that they are somehow 'better' than everyone else, by virtue of the blue blood flowing through their veins. There is no virtue inherent in the blood of those who call themselves 'noble', only a potential for greatness. A potential that is equally shared by those they call 'common', or 'peasants'.\" \n\nHe looks down at the ale set on the table in front of him. \"I'm afraid that I shall have to decline your generosity, my friend. I can't hold my liquor, though I am not ashamed to admit it. The ale they serve here will put me out quick as a candle in a stiff wind. My name is Lucien, by the way. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?\" "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "The little girl looks around a moment in surprise. \"Fillia!\" The girl jumps out of her chair and runs over and throws her arms around the halfling. \"Mum and Pop took us out into the forest before the magician burned our house. The elf then saved us... well... most of us. She thinks my sisters are safe as well, but doesnt know where.\" "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "Fillia\n\nFillia pats the girl on the cheek and then puts her arm around her shoulders, her eyes suddenly wary. \" That's quite a story little one, where is the elf who helped you get away from the magician now? \""
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n So, the forces of Darkness are beginning to tip their hand. Woe betide them, for I shall show them what happens to those who invade this world! Serk listened quietly, moving even closer. To hear her speak, he did recognize the woman, as he thought. Fillia, her name was. Together, they had turned the tide against a necromancer and her army of undead, saving many villages in the process. It would be rude to interrupt at this point, so he kept listening to the story."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Lucien\n\nAs he waits for the stranger before him to introduce himself, he finds himself distracted by the discussion the halfling woman is having with the human child. Damned aristocratic wizards, going about and ruining the lives of the common folk for their own amusement. If we ever cross pathes, he will regret it. \n\n((I will probably not be able to post today/tomorrow (Monday EST))"
},
{
"author": "playswithfire",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Skjaldbakka \n \"I'm afraid that I shall have to decline your generosity, my friend. I can't hold my liquor, though I am not ashamed to admit it. The ale they serve here will put me out quick as a candle in a stiff wind. My name is Lucien, by the way. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?\" \n \n\n Legnassirc \nTaking a sip from his own mug It is a very fine ale, but, as you say, there's no shame in not partaking. All men have different skills; some have drink, others have the gift of oratory, among whom I believe we can count you. Legnassirc is my name and I have no great skill in either, though I enjoy both in a tavern such as this. A somewhat larger drink of ale before he continues somewhat more quietly. And your quite right about potential not being tied to birth. I was not high born myself but was fortunate enough to be sent to assist a kindly wizard who noticed I had a small talent for magic, which he encouraged and later sent me away to develop to levels I would not have imagined. Finishing off the mug in his hand and reaching for the one he'd offered Lucien, he noticed a few disgruntled looks at the mention of his magic, particularly among those faces seated between him and a family talking to a halfling woman, none of whom he'd seen walk in. (very quietly to Lucien) Say, friend, are they not fond of magic users in this town? "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " Lucien \n \"People fear what they do not understand. It is an adage that has been around as long as men have walked this earth. Aside from that, which is to be expected, I know of no particular animosity the people of this town hold towards those with magical talent.\" "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "[Skjaldbakka - roger. thanks for the heads up]\n\nThe little girl points towards the figure still with its hood up sitting at the bar."
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\nAt the mention of demonic activity, Toranus' hand unconciously moves to touch the sword leaning on the wall next to him. He notes Serk's distraction with the attractive halfling woman and her conversation with the newcomers. Turning his attention to their location, he manages to make out the little girl's story.\n\nToranus wipes his hands on the nearby napkin, grabs his items and heads over to the halfling woman and the family.\n\n\" Hello. I hear you might be looking for some children lost in the forest? I may be able to help with that. \""
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\nFillia turned to the man who had spoken. She paused a moment, taking in his posture and demeanor. \" Quite possibly \" she replied. She was momentarily distracted as she noticed a familiar face. It had been some time, but she recognized the mans crimson hair and remembered him from their fight against that necromance. She met his eyes momentarily and nodded slightly in acknowledgment before she went on.\n\n\" This family lives about a day and a half from here. Well, for me that is. She has four sisters who are apparently missing after their village was destroyed. If they were out of the village when the attack came, they could still be in the forest. If you'll excuse me a moment ,\" she added and slipped back for her things before moving to the bar. Over Lilly and her family, Fillia caught Serk's gaze. She looked at the family, then at the hooded elf at the bar, barely perceptively nodding.\n\nShe found a place next to the hooded figure at the bar and climbed up on the stool. \" I believe my friends over there have you to thank for stopping the attack on their villiage ,\" she said in a quiet voice."
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "The elf turns her head and looks down at the halfling, a hint of violet colored eyes shining from the depths of her hood.\n \"Your welcome.\" She sweeps a wisp of white hair back into the depths of her hood, and takes another gulp from her mug."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\nShe nods. \" One wonders if you were simply in the right place at the right time or if you engage in tracking and stopping whoever it is that's preying on the innocent. \" She pauses for a moment to get the attention of the bartender and ask for more tea. She continues quietly, and it's rather ambiguous if she is speaking to herself or the other woman. \" The church was right in thinking that this is an unusually dangerous area .\""
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\nSeeing the wisp of white hair, Toranus tries to penetrate the shadows of the hood with his gaze to try to identify the type of elf the lady is...\n\n \n Spoiler \nNot sure if there's a roll involved but feel free to roll it for me 🙂\n "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "The elfs hood and angle to Toranus makes it difficult to tell, though the bit of a glimpse he does get allows him to make out the outline of pointy ears.\n\n \"I'd say a little bit of both. The demons and their shadows are things that can not be allowed to walk this earth, you should atleast knwo that by now.\" "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \nSerk squats down and looks into the little girl's eyes. You need not be afraid; we will find your siblings and teach those responsible not to use children as pawns and hostages. I swear this, they will pay.\" He lifts her chin some gently. \"So you be strong while we are away and we will reunite you soon. Can you do that for me?\" He smiles at her kindly, then turns to hear more of the story.\n\nWhen the whisp of white hair catches his eyes, his reactions are twofold. The first is to watch this woman cautiously; it may be she is using the child and her sisters as bait of some sort. His second reaction is such that he realizes what lengths this elf must have gone to ensuring the safety of the family.\n\nSerk leans down and whispers in Fillia's ear. \"If you say we go, then we go. Events have been set into motion that are beyond mortal ken. We must do what we can to protect those too weak to defend themselves against the darkness. I would fight by your side no matter where it takes us.\" "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\nIt wasn't a skill that had come easy to her, but Fillia had eventually learned how not to show the emotions she was feeling - at least for a short time. She employed this now.\n\nMentally rolling her eyes she nodded addressed the elf beside her. \" Indeed it is. Good day .\" She laid a coin on the bar for the undrunk tea and the bread roll she took from the basket and pushed away from the bar.\n\nShe nodded her acknowledgement of Serk's words, not wanting to speak much more in front of this white-haired elf. She turned to the family, kissing Lilly's forehead and smiling warmly at the terrified mother and her newborn. \" If at all possible ,\" she said to the mother in a quiet voice. She gathered her things, preparing to leave the crowded bar. The father stood to clasp hands with her and she pressed a coin into his palm, turning away so as not to give him time to react.\n\nShe took one last look at the immediate area, noting that there were several other people taking interest in the exchange, in addition to the man who spoke earlier. She turned her head in Serk's direction. \" It seems there may be others who feel the same way .\""
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n \"Indeed, but let me ask you this: do you intend to leave tonight? If so, let me return to my room briefly and retrieve my weapon and pack.\" Serk scanned the room some more. \"See who else will move with us while I grab my things. I will also talk to a man I met earlier, Toranus. He seems to be interested in this task.\" "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\n\" Considering the circumstances it may be rather rash to leave tonight. I don't think we want to necessarily broadcast our plans with certain... individuals in here. I'm sure safe accommodation can be found for the night in a town this size. Go ahead up however, I'm interested to see who will take notice .\""
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\nToranus tears his attention away from the seated white haired elf and steps forward to Serk and the halfling upon hearing his name spoken.\n\n\" I am Toranus and I am indeed interested. I have too few opportunities to be of real help to people. I would set out sooner than later though, every hour matters when you have 4 little girls alone in the wild. I am sure there are others here who would be willing to come, either to help the family or to investigate the attack. \""
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": " Garmund \n\nGarmund returns to the main hall a different man. He has bathed, groomed, and changed his clothing. Now is the real time to get to business. He walks in to see and hear the ending exchange between the woman and the elf. Coin might not be good, but the work is. Build up a solid rep, and cash in. With that in mind, he walks up to the gathering party, and introduces himself.\n\n I am Garmund, son of regimental captain Heahbryht. Normally, I demand coin for my services, but for this, there is no need. If you need a sword arm, I can offer mine to you. "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "The elf finishes off her drink and stands up. She drops a few more coins on the bar. She then moves to the door and steps outside into the streets."
},
{
"author": "playswithfire",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Raven T. \n \"See who else will move with us while I grab my things...\" \n \n\n Legnassirc \n\nThough the alcohol slows his thought process just a bit, Legnassirc begins to understand the situation. People gathering around those people who seem to be comforting that family... And they're near the people who seemed unhappy when I mentioned being a wizard...Something evil and magic must have happened to that family!... Note to self: food before ale next time. With that he finishes the mug in his hand, leaves it on the table and walks over, edging his way around the fighter who had just arrived to address the halfling woman. Forgive me for interrupting, but if I correctly interpret this to be a quest intended to right the wrongs committed by a magic user of some sort, I humbly offer my services. For my own safety, I should make it clear that I am not the said magic user, but a reasonably powerful wizard in my own right and would be happy to assist you. My name is Legnassirc and I suppose I should ask first if I've correctly assessed the situation and second if you think you have a use for me. While waiting for a response, Legnassirc contemplates that third he should eat something so that he will be less likely to babble; complete unbecoming behavior, but hopefully not so much that they dismiss him. Nice as this tavern is, nothing beats a good adventure and a quick look around shows this forming up to be quite a potent group."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n\nSerk turns to the wiry mage. \"Then welcome you shall be. When Fillia here gives the word, we move.\" He gives Legnassirc a couple firm pats on the shoulder, quite possibly unbalancing him in his inebriated state."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\nFillia looked at the men who had gathered around them, showing concern in the circumstances. Smiling lightly at some private joke, she nodded eagerly. \" Indeed, I believe we can all offer something in this endeavor. I don't think we can be over prepared in this case. \"\n\n\" As Serk has said, my name is Fillia and I made the acquaintance of this family apparently immediately prior to this attack .\" She made eye contact with each of those around her. \" With our numbers so great ,\" she said to Toranus, \" I agree that there is no need to wait until the morn ,\" even though her own spell selection for traveling was quite different than one she might ask for in more aggressive circumstances.\n\n\" Both you and your sword would indeed be welcome, good Garumd. \" For some reason he brought a rather stoic image into her mind.\n\n\" And as for you, sir wizard ,\" she said with her eyes light. \" I think that we here can all make the distinction between someone who uses their talent for personal gain and chaos, and one who works toward more benevolent aims. You too, may be able to give us insight into the wizard who has caused this destruction. \" She gave the man a wink and passed him the bread roll she'd picked up at the bar.\n\nShe looked back to Serk. \" On your word then, we will make our way .\""
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\nToranus nods to Garmund and Legnassirc in turn as they volunteer to assist and looks around to see if any others are stepping forward."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Lucien\n\nLucien rises from his seat, and approaches the gathering of adventurers. \" I will assist you in this most noble endeavor. My name is Lucien. May justice be brought to those who would prey upon the weak and my skills be a boon to those who would bring it about. "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n \"Then let us move with all haste. Gather your things; we leave within the hour.\" Serk turns toward the family. \"Is there any information you can provide about the surrounding area? I am sure Fillia can lead us back there, but I would like to go in prepared for anything.\" "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Just waiting for everyone to say they got all the stuff they need."
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\n\" Does anyone require a mount? I may not be able to purchase one for you but I can tell you which ones are good and which ones you may wish to steer clear of. Other than that, I am ready to go. \""
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n \"Depends on if we really need them. A horse is all well and good, but a liability if we get involved in combat.\" "
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\n\" You make a good point. I suppose it depends on when we wish to arrive. A day and a half as the halfling goes may be a couple hours on horseback? We may arrive at the location by midnight if we are willing to continue even while it is dark. We could instead stop for the night on the way there. \"\n\nToranus looks to the family.\n\n\" If these were elves I would have a better idea but I am not familiar with human children. Do you think your daughters can survive a single night by themselves? \""
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n \"The problem is that they may NOT be by themselves. If there's one deadly wizard blowing the town to Baator and back, there might be more lurking around.\n\n\"Maybe you're right; maybe we should mount up and ride with all haste. I may not be able to see well at night, but we should get moving.\" Serk dashes upstairs and grabs his sack and sword, ready to roll as soon as everyone else is."
},
{
"author": "playswithfire",
"message": " Legnassirc \n\nLegnassirc gratefully accepts Fillia's bread after stumbling slightly from Serk's pat on the shoulders and begins eating it in large bites while the others strategize. Swallowing the last piece and feeling much more steady, he rejoins the conversation. Thank for both the welcome and the bread. I am ready to depart whenever the rest of you are, though my vision at night is similarly reduced. As far as mounts are concerned, I can provide my own and I assure you he will not get it the way. With nothing else to say, Legnassirc begins considering the various spells and powers he has prepared for the day, determining that, while they are not ideal, he should be able to support this effort while protecting himself somewhat. Strategy's too hard to figure out at this point, since we don't know each other or what we're up against, but we at least seem to have a good mix of people. We've got a shot if we run into trouble, but so far I'm not sure we'll be able to spot the children we seem to be looking for. Deciding it's better to ask now than have problems later, he turns to Serk and Fillia who seem to be leading the outing and asks Would it be a good idea to grab a few torches for those of us who can't see at night or do we have enough people with that skill that tourches'd just needlessly betray our position? "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n \"I have an Everburning Torch in my pack here. If you wish to hold onto it, you are welcome to borrow it. I cannot carry it; my blade requires both my hands free. As for the others, I am not sure what they have or can do.\" "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": " Garmund \n \"I will go and retrieve my gear, and return in a moment. I can ride, and I too have an everburning torch.\" \n\nHe goes back into his room, and after some minutes have passed, he returns fully loaded. The glint of mithral and silver can be seen all about him, whereas before the dust of the trail had dulled it. He wears a breastplate beneath his cloak, a bastard sword swings from his hip, and on his back are strapped a halberd and shortbow. All are made of fine mithral, except for the silver halberd.\n\nHis pack, while very full, does not seem to burden him much. Even if it did, there seems to be some kind of mechanism on the chest straps. A closer inspection would reveal that pulling the pin would release the pack from his back.\n\n \"I am ready to depart whenever you are\" "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\n\" I wonder if a pony or riding dog could be found this late in the day. My own pony came down lame three days ago and I was forced to leave her in a farming village, where the local blacksmith assured me that he could treat her. The horse he offered me in change could have carried my whole family, \" she added with a smile. \" I've been on foot ever since .\""
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n\nSerk laughs some heartily. \"If push comes to shove, you can always ride piggyback with me again!\" He gives Fillia the type of friendly smile that is exchanged between two people who have a lot of respect for each other and their abilities."
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\n\" A pony shouldn't be too difficult to find. Or you could take Serk's offer. Is there anything you need before we set out Lucien? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nIf Fillia wants a pony, Toranus will accompany her and take 10 on a Handle Animal roll to pick a good pony for her (we probably don't need to rp the buying of said pony). Outside of that detail, he's ready to go.\n "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\nFillia gives Serk a knowing smile. \" Generous as always my friend and I appreciate your offer. If Toranus here is correct and we can acquire one quickly I will keep your offer in reserve .\" She turned to Toranus, \" Your assistance would be very much appreciated .\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nWill gladly take Toranus' help in acquiring a new pony. If someone such as him had been around last time, maybe she would still have one. 🙂\n "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n\nSerk follows them both in an attempt to find a horse of his own."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " Lucien\n\n\"I have never learned to ride a horse. Doing so may be more of a liability thatn an asset. Haste is of the essence however, so if we can quickly find horses, I will make the attempt.\" "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "There is conviently a stable across the street. You find the stable master busy mucking out one of the stalls when you get there. Hawks Warren sees quite a bit of travelers coming and going. As such the Stable is the type of establishment that is almost always open."
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\nOnce at the stables, Toranus starts slipping into the stalls of the various animals. He pats their flanks, checks their teeth and sniffs their hooves all the while talking reassuringly in Sylvan.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTake 10 (total of 15) in finding a decent mount for Fillia, Serk and Lucien.\n "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Toranus spots a Pony and a couple horses that look up to the task. The stable master looks up everyone once and awhile while contiuing to muck out the the stalls."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " Lucien \n\nLucien will walk up to the stable master. \"Hail good fellow! We would like to procure the services of these steeds. How much do you feel would be adequate compensation for the use of them for a few days time?\" \n \n Spoiler \n It comes out to 210gp in the SRD to purchase them. Lucien will offer to buy them for that amount, if the stablemaster is willing. I imagine most of us would like to jump into the action at this point, rather than hash out procuring steeds.\n "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "The stable master looks Lucien up and down for a moment, and agress with the price. He then walks over to a back room, and comes out with some riding gear in hand. \" \"Lets see, 2 horses and a pony.\" He walks through the stalls for a bit then comes back with the three mounts, the three that looked well rested and ready to ride. After the money is safely into a pounch at this side, he works to get the mounts saddled up. \" There ye go, hopefully you find fortune on your ride \"\n\n[Everyone I think is ready to move out now]"
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Now that everyone has got a mount...\n\nAs the group rides to the gate, you notice some guards moving to attack something that just passed through the gate. There are also a few of guards slumped against the wall off to one side. A guard up on the wall above moves over to the bell and begins ringing it."
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\n\" What the?... \"\n\nToranus begins moving quickly to get a view at the \"something\" that has moved through the gate as well as listening intently and sniffing the air.\n\n \n Spoiler \nToranus actually doesn't have a mount. I figure his 50ft speed + Endurance can allow him to keep pace with a party moving at pony speed\n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": " Garmund \n\nGarmund pulls the pin from his chest strap, and the whole pack clatters to the ground. This leaves him free to draw his bastard sword and equip his shield. Then he runs in closer to the fray."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\nFillia slides down from her pony and drops her pack. She grabs her mace and shield and starts after the others toward the shape at the gate."
},
{
"author": "playswithfire",
"message": " Legnassirc \n\nSliding off of his magical conjured horse, Legnassirc pauses briefly to summon up a glowing Shield in front of him and then follows the others, reaching back for his quarterstaff, for all the good it's likely to do him."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n\nSerk quickly hopped off the horse, his pack thudding softly against the dirt. Hefting his Greatsword, he charges into the melee, shouting a loud war cry. \"Forward! We will push these invaders back to the holes they crawled from!\" "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "As you get closer, you notice there are several dog-looking creatures, as well as 3 humanoids. For the time being they seem content attacking the few remaining guards on the ground."
},
{
"author": "playswithfire",
"message": " Legnassirc \n Cease your attack and explain yourselves! \n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting haste on all of us and hanging to the back of the fight.\n\nStats:\n62 HP, 30 AC; 22 Touch 25 Flat\n99 Power Points, 45 Spell Points\n\nHaste 7 rounds\nShield 69 rounds\nMage Armor many many rounds\n "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Lucien:\nAC 26, Initiative 16, Fort +10, Reflex +12, Will +7\nPsionic Focus, Haste (7), Prayer (10), Inspire Courage (5) [probably] \n\nLucien jumps down from his horse.\n\nIf one of the fallen guards is within 30ft., Lucien will Inspire Courage (+1 to/hit and damage, +1 saves vs. fear and charm). He will include any ally that can hear him (particularly the gaurds).\n If they are farther away then that, he will instead move forward, and draw his sword (which puts his AC to 27, as it is defending). "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n\nSpeaking after Legnassirc, he also calls out to the foes. If you will not cease, we will be forced to take...drastic measures.\" As if to accentuate this, Serk begins growing in size.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCasting Righteous Might on my turn, then moving toward the foes.\nInitiative 18, HP 72, AC 24, Touch 12, Flatfoot 23, 12/10/11 saves, DR 3/Evil\nDurations:\nHaste-7 rounds\nRighteous Might- 10 rounds\nPrayer- 10 rounds\n "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\nFollowing the others and rushing to the fray. \" You are out numbered and outmatched. Stand fast. Now .\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nCasting prayer on all of us\n\nInit +3, HP 83, AC 27, Touch 14, Flat-footed 24\nFort +11, Ref +7, Will +13\nHaste - 7 rounds\nPrayer - 10 rounds\n "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Ill take care of INT for everyone next time around, and make sure to order gets posted and such. Make sure to post your current AC, HP and active spells and such. Just waiting to get home before sorting everything out here."
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \nAC: 25 ; HP 78 / 78\nSV: +14 / +14 / +5\n Haste (7), Prayer (10)\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nToranus feels the blood rush build inside him, the dark primal rage threatening to erupt from his body. He draws Heart's Measure and steps forward so that he is between Fillia and Legnassirc and the attackers. His heart pounds in his chest as he measures the distance to his foes.\n\n\" Wait for it... just a little longer... no, not yet... no... RARRRRRRRR!!!! \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nToranus hurls himself forward and moves into the thickest group of enemies (80ft movement) and attacks one of the humans if possible with a two-handed swing. He's not charging unless he has to charge to reach the enemies.\n\n Attack (1d20+19)[ 34 ] \n Damage (1d8+11)[ 17 ] \n Holy damage (if they're evil) (2d6)[ 12 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Lucien: (rnd 2)\nAC 28, Initiative 16, Fort +10, Reflex +13, Will +7\n Psionic Focus, Haste (6), Prayer (9), Inspire Courage (5)\n\nLucien will move up to one of the fallen gaurds, drawing his sword as he does so, and cast Cure Light Wounds, unless it is obvious he is dead.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHeal: (1d20+2)[ 22 ] \nCLW: (1d8+4)[ 6 ] \n \n\n\nIf it is clear that the gaurd is dead once he gets up to him, Lucien will instead blast one of the dog-like humanoids with a bolt of fire, expending his psionic focus for Greater Psionic Shot.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack Roll (1d20+13)[ 32 ] \nDamage Roll (9d6+1)[ 20 ] \nassuming PBS\n "
},
{
"author": "playswithfire",
"message": " Legnassirc round 2\n\nAssuming they continue attacking, Legnassirc is going to start telekinetically tripping people to make life easier for everyone else.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nUsing augmented telekinetic maneuver, paying 2 extra pp to get +1 on trips attempts. First trip attack is whichever opponent does the most damage during their response to our first round actions.\n\nTouch attack (1d20+17)[ 33 ] Manifester level 9 as BAB, 6 INT as STR, 1 haste, 1 prayer\nTrip attempt (1d20+7)[ 10 ] 6 INT as STR, 1 augment\nEDIT: well, that could've gone better\n\nStats:\n62 HP, 30 AC; 22 Touch 25 Flat\n90 Power Points, 45 Spell Points\n\nHaste 6 rounds\nTelekinetic Maneuver 9 rounds (concentrating)\nShield 68 rounds\nMage Armor many many rounds\n "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Order:\nLegnassirc: 24\nDog (enemy) 22\nFillia: 23\nHumanoid: 19\nDog (enemey): 19\nHumanoid: 18\nSerk: 18\nDog (enemy): 17\nLucien: 16\nGarmund: 12\nTorranus: 10\nDog (enemy): 9\nHumanoid: 5\nGuards (4): 3\n\nRolled Garmunds Int to get things moving.\nEach round just post your actions (doesnt matter the order) and ill sort things out.\n\nRound 1:\nThe group is pretty close to the fight (about 20ft away)\n\nLegnassirc uses the time to finish up casting haste\n\nOne of the dogs is busy trying to gore one of the guards with its nasty set of horns, but misses.\n\nFillia casts prayer.\n\nOne of the humans takes a swing at one of the guards scoring a hit.\nAnother one of the dogs attempts to gore another guard and misses\n\nSerk casts Ravenous might, then moves forward.\n\nGarmund finishes up drawing his sword and shield (no post...)\n\nLucien uses inspire courage.\n\nTorranus runs at one of the humans, whos attack completely misses Torranus, and scores a nice hit on him.\n\nThe human Torranus is on attacks back hitting for 5 damage.\nThe other dog is content trying to gore a guard, and manages to score a hit... its follow up attack with bite misses.\n\nRound 2 -\n\nMap: http://www.gkludt.net/images/group1map.jpg "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": "(OOC: RIGHTEOUS Might, not Ravenous. 😛 )\n\n Serk \n\nWith the canines still attacking the guards and paying the group no heed, he bellows loudly and brings his blade down hard twice against the nearest foe.\n\n Attack: (1d20+16)[ 30 ] , (1d20+11)[ 22 ] (7/2 BAB, +6 strength, +1 Haste, +1 Inspire Courage, +1 Prayer)\n Damage: (3d6+12)[ 17 ] , (3d6+12)[ 20 ] \n \n Spoiler \nCasting Righteous Might on my turn, then moving toward the foes.\nInitiative 18, HP 72, AC 23, Touch 12, Flatfoot 22, 12/10/11 saves, DR 3/Evil\nDurations:\nHaste-6 rounds\nRighteous Might- 9 rounds\nPrayer- 9 rounds\n\nEdit: forgot Size modifiers apply now that I'm Large. Subtract one from my To Hit rolls.\n "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Sorry, lol ;p\n\nUp close, all of the humanoids are human, though the color of there eyes makes them look rather dim, almost souless.\nThe dogs seem to be sort of odd for a dog, since they got a set of horns, and what appears to be a snake for a tail. A hint of smoke and sparks also seems to come out of there noses and mouths. Other than that.. .there black."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": "Forgot Haste gives an extra attack. Will spread out the hurt if a foe falls.\n Attack 3: (1d20+15)[ 24 ] (this roll done right)\n Damage 3: (3d6+12)[ 23 ] "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\nMoves slightly closer to the center. Casts Magic Circle v Evil\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFillia\nInit +3, HP 83/83, AC 27, Touch 14, Flat-footed 24\nFort +11, Ref +7, Will +13\n\nHaste - 6 rounds\nPrayer - 9 rounds\nMagic Circle v Evil (10' radius from self) a LOT of rounds (110 minutes)\n "
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \nAC: 27 (maybe 29) ; HP 73 / 78\nSV: +14 / +17 / +5\n Haste (6), Prayer (9), Inspire Courage (-), Primal Scream (5), ( Magic Circle vs Evil if within 10 ft of Fillia)\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nToranus barely felt the shot he received from the humanoid. He releases a cougar-like snarl as he shakes his head and advances into the open space before him. With a flick of the wrist, the Heart's Measure transforms from a long sword to a two-bladed sword and Toranus begins to spin the weapon around himself to form a deadly storm of holy steel.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nToranus will take a 5ft step to the upper right square so he is adjacent to the humanoid and 2 hounds. He'll also activate Primal Scream and focus his attacks on the human until he's down at which point he'll move on to the dogs. If Serk has downed two opponents to the upper right or is too big to let Toranus through, Toranus will move to the lower right.\n\n Full Attack \n Primary Attack (1d20+19)[ 10 ](29) \n Damage (1d8+10)[ 18 ] and (2d6)[ 8 ] Holy if target is evil\n\n Two Weapon Fighting Attack (1d20+19)[ 3 ](22) \n Damage (1d8+10)[ 12 ] and (2d6)[ 4 ] Holy if target is evil\n\n Haste Attack (1d20+19)[ 16 ](35) \n Damage (1d8+10)[ 15 ] and (2d6)[ 9 ] Holy if target is evil\n\n Second Attack (1d20+14)[ 20 ](34) (crit confirm = 20)*\n Damage (1d8+6)[ 14 ] and (2d6)[ 12 ] Holy if target is evil\n\n Improved Two Weapon Fighting Attack (1d20+14)[ 18 ](32) (crit confirm = 19)*\n Damage (1d8+6)[ 10 ] and (2d6)[ 8 ] Holy if target is evil\n\n Bite Attack (1d20+13)[ 3 ](16) \n Damage (1d6+8)[ 14 ] \n\n*crit confirmation rolls are in OOC thread\n "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Round 2 Summary\nLegnassirc attempts to trip the human closest to him and fails.\n\nThe dog closest to the group turns around and burps fire. Serak manages to get out of the way, only taking 6 damage. Fillia and Legnassiric on the other hand get a face full, taking 13 damage.\n\nFillia moves up and casts Magic Circle Against Evil.\n\nThe human next to Torranus takes a swipe at him and misses.\nA dog tries to attack the guard next to it with both ends (his mouth and its snake tail) and misses.\nAnother human takes a swipe at a guard and misses.\n\nSerak walks over to the dog that burped on them, and hacks it to little bits.\n\nNext dog up manages to gore one of the guards and manages to do bit of a number on him.\n\nLucien finds a downs guard close by and helps him out. He rises shakily to his feet, and draws his sword.\n\nGarmund - Moves up to one of the dogs and gets a nice hit on it.\n\nTorranus moves up a bit. The dog tries to attack, but misses.\nHe drops the human next to him with two blows. He this contiues on to turn the dog into tiny bits.\n\nThe last dog withdraws 10 feet back outside the gates.\nThe last humanoid to go makes an attempt to attack a guard and misses.\nOne of the guards moves to try and take out the dog nearest to the grop, but misses. The guard next to him attacks the man next to him and draws a bit of blood.\n\nRound 3!\nMap has been updated: http://www.gkludt.net/images/group1map.jpg "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \nAC 27 / HP 70/83\nSaves +11 / +7 / +13\n Haste (5 rounds), Prayer (8 rounds), Magic Circle v Evil (110 minutes) \n==========\n\nShaking off the attack, Fillia clenches her fist. \" With the power of the gods, this WILL stop. \"\n\n\" Halt \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Cast greater command, centered on the middle human DC19. If they have spell resistance the roll for that (d20+lvl+spell pen.) (1d20+14)[ 34 ] \n\nConcentration roll (including combat casting) if attacked: (1d20+17)[ 26 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n \n Spoiler \nMove to AA9, then hack away, using Power Attack.\nInitiative 18, HP 66/72, AC 23, Touch 12, Flatfoot 22, 12/10/11 saves, DR 3/Evil\nDurations:\nHaste-5 rounds\nRighteous Might- 8 rounds\nPrayer- 8 rounds\n \n\n\nSerk quickly steps over the fallen canine, headed for the human at the gate with the blade high over his head, striking downward powerfully to turn the one attacker into two dead pieces.\n\n Attack: (1d20+11)[ 28 ] \n Damage: (1d20+22)[ 25 ] "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": "Excuse this...\n\n Damage: (3d6+22)[ 33 ] "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Lucien: (rnd 3)\nAC 28, Initiative 16, Fort +10, Reflex +13, Will +7\nPsionic Focus, Haste (5), Prayer (8), Inspire Courage (4)\n\nFlames roll down Lucien's arms and spread across his sword as he moves up to the nearest humanoid opponent.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove action to activate weapon afire, and then move up to the enemy. If possible w/o provoking, Lucien will move in such a way as to allow someone to be flanking with him.\n "
},
{
"author": "playswithfire",
"message": " Legnassirc \n\nConcentration check after the attack (DC 23) (1d20+15)[ 24 ] \n\nIf I successfully maintain the Telekinetic Maneuver, trip the dog that hurt me so someone can kill it.\nTouch (1d20+17)[ 23 ] \nTrip (1d20+7)[ 24 ] \n\nIf my concentration is broken, the dog has made me mad and I psychic crush it. DC 21 with a +4 bonus or it's unconscious and dying at -1 HP. If it makes the save, it takes (3d6)[ 9 ] \n\nSuccessfully concentrated, so tripping the dog.\n49 HP, 30 AC, 22 Touch\nSame power points and spell points"
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \nAC: 27 ; HP 73 / 78\nSV: +14 / +17 / +5\n Haste (5), Prayer (8), Inspire Courage (-), Primal Scream (4)\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nSeeing that Serk and Garmund appear to have their various battles under control, Toranus turns his attention to the remaining humanoid battling the guard. He rushes to the gate and makes a two-handed slash with his blade across the man's side.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMoves forward one square and to the lower right one square and attacks the humanoid to his lower right.\n\n Attack (1d20+21)[ 10 ](31) \n Damage (1d8+13)[ 19 ] and (2d6)[ 10 ] Holy damage if target is evil\n "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by playswithfire \n Legnassirc \n\nConcentration check after the attack (DC 23) [roll0]\n\nIf I successfully maintain the Telekinetic Maneuver, trip the dog that hurt me so someone can kill it.\nTouch [roll1]\nTrip [roll2]\n\nIf my concentration is broken, the dog has made me mad and I psychic crush it. DC 21 with a +4 bonus or it's unconscious and dying at -1 HP. If it makes the save, it takes [roll3]\n\nSuccessfully concentrated, so tripping the dog.\n49 HP, 30 AC, 22 Touch\nSame power points and spell points \n \n\n\nthe dog that hurt you is dead. It got hacked to bits."
},
{
"author": "playswithfire",
"message": "My bad; trip anyone who's within melee range of an ally so they can smack them around more easily. Probably the guy Lucien just moved up to."
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Round 3 -\nLegnassirc manages to trip the dog nearest to the group.\nFillia tags the human closest to the group with Greater Command.\nSerak runs towards the gate and drops the man at the gates leaving the man in pieces.\n\nThe dog closest to the group spends th trying to get up, and manges to get slashed pretty good my Garmund in the process, and ends up back on the ground not moving.\n\nLucien moves up towards last man.\n\nGarmund contents himself with finishing off the dog next to him.\n\nThe last human takes a swing at the guard next to him and misses. Another guard moves up to the man and takes a swing hitting him. The other guard also takes a swing, dropping the man.\n\nAnd that leaves the last dog who decides to run like hell.\n\nUp to the group to check and see if any of them are still alive and what not."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n\nRaising his blade high over his head, Serk lets out a victory bellow before returning to his normal size. \"The gods smile on us this day, my new friends.\" He walks over to the man the guards defeated, casting a minor healing spell if it is evident he may still be alive. \"Let us see if we can get any information out of him.\" "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "After using the spell, the man slowly opens his eyes and starts looking around frantically like he expects someone is going to kill him."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n\nSerk grabs the man by the collar to keep him from getting away and hauls the man to his feet.\n\n \"Anyone who has a way with words want to have a few with our attacker here?\" "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\n\" Indeed I am glad we were here. These creatures will not get a foothold in Hawks Warren today .\"\n\nFillia turns to check the guards, CLWs for those who need it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n ((there were 4 guards and I believe one was dead, I'll CLW the guards who are having problems and then turn to the attacker who is left\n (1d8+10)[ 18 ] \n (1d8+10)[ 16 ] \n (1d8+10)[ 13 ] \n \n\n\nWhen she has seen to the guards, Fillia looks back at the man Serk is holding. \" What was your intent here today?\" "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "The guards thank Fillia and begin looking over the corpses 2 dead attackers. An officer of the guard arrives shortly after and begins overseeing getting the guard's wounded back to the guard house, and cleaning up the mess.\n\nThe captured man spits on the ground at Fillia's feet. \"To burn this pitiful town, and rid the world of your filth.\" \n\nThe officer motions to 2 other guards to restrain the man, and remove his weapons. He then moves to bind the mans wrists. \"Any more questions for this 'fine gentleman' before the guards gets to have our turn?\" "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n \"You are welcome to him once we get our answers.\" Serk lifts the man's chin and looks at him with fire in his eyes. \"What do you mean by 'our kind?' WHO SENT YOU, FOOL?!\" \n \n Spoiler \nIntimidate check, if you want it: (1d20+5)[ 18 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\nThe rage subsides as Toranus watches the last opponent flee out the gate. While he could almost definitely chase the dog down and dispatch of the last fleeing attacker, Toranus was still clear headed enough to consider another purpose. He quickly wiped his bloody blade on the grass, cleaning the filth off the sacred weapon then scaled the nearby wall to get a better look at the surrounding area in case more attackers were coming. As he watches the fleeing form of the unnatural dog he whispers to himself \" Run hound, run home to safety. Show us the path to your masters. \""
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "The man glares back with bloodshot eyes \"You, All of you will be nothing but dust. You all stand to be swept away by the coming sto- \"\n\nThe officer of the guard hits the man in the back of the head with the pommel of his sword, knocking him out \"That is more than enough madness for one day, I think. The Town Guard will beat some reason out of him soon enough. The magistrate will no doubt have the report in a few days time.\" \n\nAfter the dog disappears into the trees, there is nothing except a few remenats of some caravans and there sellers picking up what is left of their wares on the road."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " Lucien\n\n\"Perhaps we should start by improving his disposition.\" He gestures at the man, and speaks a few arcane words. If it were not for the strange, mystical nature of the words he is speaking, the words might be the key phrases from an speech or impassioned debate, and his gestures might be those made by a practiced speaker to emphasize those points.\n \n\"Surely you must realize that your position is hopeless? You can tell us everything we want to know, and then be given a quick annd merciful death, otherwise . . .\" he doesn't finish, letting the man fill in the blanks with his own imagination.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCharm Person, DC 18 Will save\nOpposed Charisma check to force to answer our questions (via charm person):\n (1d20+7)[ 21 ] \nLucien would try to do this before the guard knocks him out\n "
},
{
"author": "playswithfire",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by CloakedInsanity \n The man glares back with bloodshot eyes \"You, All of you will be nothing but dust. You all stand to be swept away by the coming sto- \" \n \n\n Legnassirc \n Well, that was incredibly unenlightening. I'm wracking my brain and can't come up with a group that includes all of us but doesn't include him for him to hate so much. I suppose there's always self-loathing though... In any event, much as I admit to being curious about all this, we were on our way to rescue some children I believe. We would then seem to have a choice between staying here to observe the interrogation, continuing as planned or, I suppose, trying to catch up to that beast that ran away, though I'm not sure we could catch up to it. What say all of you? "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n \"The children are my first priority. This man will not give anything useful up in the near future. Those girl's lives may be in our hands; if we don't move on this, they may not see the morning.\" Serk hefted his pack and mounted his horse again, trotting toward the gate slowly, but ready to ride at full gallop once everyone else has made their decision."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\n\" Agreed ,\" Fillia replied to Serk. \"T his town should have the ability to defend itself, \" she said in a voice that didn't sound incredibly confident on this point, \" but those girls have no such defenses .\"\n\nShe grabs her things and then gets back on her pony, riding to the gate. \" Hold here a moment ,\" she says to Serk quietly in celestial. \" I believe the others will be along presently and should tend to injuries before we depart. \" She nods toward the skirmish at the gate, \" It seems as though the gods were correct to send us here. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Going to wait for the others to get nearby and then cast mass CLW for the three of us who are injured: (1d8+10)[ 12 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n\nSerk had forgotten that he had been hit by the hound's fiery attack. \"You speak the truth, as always, old friend.\" Once everyone is gathered, he called upon the Vigor of Kord to bless the group and the guards.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCasting Mass Lesser Vigor on the group and guards.\n "
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\nFrom the top of wall, Toranus lets out a hawk like shriek. It isn't long before a brown red tailed hawk descends from the sky and lands on his buckler arm. Toranus speaks a few words to the hawk then releases her and leaps down to join the rest of the part.\n\n\" The area looks clear, it appears that this was the only attack group. My friend is doing a more thorough scan of the area. I let the last *hound* go free. If we're able to return here in a day or two, I can try to follow his trail to wherever he has gone. Hopefully that may give us some answers but for now, I suppose we return to our journey although there is even more reason for haste now. \"\n\nToranus checks himself to make sure he received no serious injuries and then is prepared to head out on foot.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nNua (animal companion) will do a circle of the area up high and see if she can spot any approaching attackers. If any are found, she will report back to Toranus.\n "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "(Since access to my comp with the maps and stuff is cut off, youll have to bear with me being a bit slow)\n\n(Id let you charm him and squeeze a tidbit more info out of the man, just dont have the time to spare right at this sec, so in favor of moving things along a bit...)\nAs the group heads towards the gate, the officer has two other guards half-carry, half drag the unconcious man along.\n\n\nOnce out of view of the group, the man regains some of his conciousness. At this point the officer lets the two guards off to do other duties, and pushes the man along by the collar. Eventually he shoves him into a vacant alley \"You have failed our master for the last time. He attempts to impale the man with his sword only to have a ghastly chill creep down his neck. \"Hello Gentleman.\" They turn around to see a somewhat familiar figure dressed all in black. \"Korisai.\" The shadow then walks back down the alley leaving 2 piles of dust, some empty clothing, and notably a black rose.\n\n[Once everyone is good with moving out, Im sure Fillia will be more than happy to lead the group to the village ;p]"
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\nAfter the group gathers at the gate for healing & other spells, the cleric moves her pony down the road. They come to a crossroads and the trees and other vegetation get much thicker. \" We take this southern fork several leagues and will come to another crossroads. The farm villiage is on the easterly fork. There isn't much between here and there ,\" she says in a quiet voice.\n\n[someone with decent spot & listen checks might actually want to be in the lead 🙂 ]"
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Lucien will mount his horse and travel with the group.\n\n((I may not be able to post regularly this week))"
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\nToranus takes the lead, quickly moving in the underbrush near the road. He appears to have little trouble keeping up with the rest of the party, even though they are mounted and he is not. Now that they were out of Hawkswarren, Toranus looks visibly more relaxed and at home in the forest. He pops back occasionally to get directions from Fillia but other than that is rarely seen.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nToranus will scout about 50 yards ahead, keeping an eye out for danger. His hawk Nua will also patrol from the sky and let out three sharp shrieks if any enemies are spotted.\n "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "The group progresses to the town without any trouble. Arriving at the town, you notice all of it except a few houses have been burned to charcoaled skeletons. A few people can be seen moving about here and there, trying to bring their lives back out of the ruins. In the middle of the path that meanders through the town, there is a sprawled man in robes of a finer quality than you see from the rest of the people who lived there, with a nasty wound through the chest, like someone ran him through."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n \"Kord preserve us!\" Serk kisses his holy symbol softly. \"It is painfully obvious what needs to be done here. I will be tending to their wounds and aiding them in heavy lifting. Whoever is good at asking the right questions...it would be helpful if we could get more information on what really happened. We must help these people; their lives have been destroyed.\" He starts off toward the nearest family, flitting about, casting healing spells if people are hurt, and aiding them in any other way he can."
},
{
"author": "playswithfire",
"message": " Legnassirc \n\nMoving towards the well-dressed man on the ground, Legnassirc attempts to ascertain the extent of his injuries and ask what has happened here (assuming he's alive; if not, the closest other person). Sir, can you hear me? We're here to help you; what happened to this village? Are those responsible nearby? \n \n Spoiler \n\nIf necessary\nuntrained heal check (1d20+2)[ 18 ] \ndiplomacy check (1d20+5)[ 11 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\nToranus' mouth tightens as he sees the destruction laid about at the town. People who would willfully prey on simple village folk deserve no mercy. Still, there was another purpose at hand.\n\n\" Fillia, if you could show me to the house where those little girls dwelled, I can begin my search for them. It may take me some time to pick up their trail but I believe there is more than enough here to fill our time. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTrack roll (1d20+11)[ 27 ] \n\nI get +4 if they're evil outsiders or +2 if they're undead.. no? Oh well. 😎\n "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "Fillia\n\nFillia presses her palms together and brings them to her lips. \" The gods themselves demand a reckoning ,\" here she said in a hard voice.\n\nShe nods acknowledgement of Toranus and walks to the end of the street, pointing to a house at the end, the gray smoke still wafting from the remains of roof and walls. \" They were in that house at the end ,\" she said gently. \"Y ondalla go with you and aid in the search for the children .\" She then turns back and begins to tend to the injured.\n\n \n Spoiler \n I don't really know how many people are still left alive so I'm going to make some generic checks and I'll update it later:\n\nCLW: (1d8+10)[ 16 ] \nCLW: (1d8+10)[ 12 ] \nCMW: (2d8+10)[ 13 ] \nCMW: (2d8+10)[ 20 ] \nCSW: (3d8+10)[ 19 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "The man is quite dead.\nLooking around you find 5 people, 3 of them injured with burns huddled in one of the remaining houses."
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\nToranus continues to try to find the trail of the three (or was it two?) daughters."
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": " Garmund ]\n\n I have to say, I can't do much more than serve as a guard for the searchers. Just tell me where you need me, and I can make sure you stay alive\" "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Toranus finds a bit of evidence around the location of the families burnt house of some people possibly moving into the woods."
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\n\" Looks like some of the towns folk might have fled into the woods. The farmer's girls may be there with them. \""
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\n\" We should see if we can locate them, some or all of them may need immediate assistance in addition to rebuilding the villiage and their lives ,\" Fillia responds. \" I can't track but I can surely follow. Did you see signs of anything else ?\""
},
{
"author": "playswithfire",
"message": " Legnassirc \n I too will be of not that much help in the tracking of the children, though the skills that I have are yours to call upon. Shall we begin tracking now or see if we can get any more details about what happened here first? "
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nI'm just waiting on CloakedInsanity to see if I have any more information. If not, we can just head out into the woods looking for the survivors. Or people are free to question the villagers while Toranus was searching for tracks.\n "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n \"When you're ready, lead on. We will find these people, see to their safety, then liberate any captives there may be.\" \n \n Spoiler \nI'm still here...I'm just waiting to interact again.\n\nWe're missing a couple people....anyone seen them?\n "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "A few people are on and off due to RL (doing my best to post when I can too, some days im extremely busy with school (thankfully only 3 weeks more)\n\nFurther searching reveals the track leads a bit further into the forest, where you eventually find a path winding through the forest. Up to the group to follow, or ask a few more questions."
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\n\" Did we uncover what happened here? After we question the villagers, we can follow these tracks. I'd speak with them myself but they might talk more freely to some of you. \""
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " Lucien \n\nLucien will approach the townspeople. \"What happened here? Who or what did this to you people? Whoever it was, rest assured that justice will be done. Any information you can give us about you attackers would be helpful in our attempt to apprehend them.\" "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "You gather the dead man with the nasty looking sword wound was one of the attackers. It also seems there is the possibility there were a few more people in the group of attackers as well."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\n(Look around for the villiager who seems to be the most 'with it' and cross to him).\n\n\" This man here, had you ever seen him or the others before today? Aside from me earlier today have you had many strangers here recently?\" "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": " \"I saw a person dressed in black, with white hair kill that man out there in the road that was destroying the houses one by one.\" "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\n\" Well I'm glad that this man was prevented from killing all of you ,\" Fillia said. \" Now, aside from the girls from this house over here, do you have any idea of who else might be unaccounted for?\" "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": " A few of the other villagers managed to run away during the fight, we havent seen them since. Were hoping they got away. "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\nFillia puts a reassuring hand on the mans shoulder. \" We are going to do everything we can do find them,\" she said in a comforting voice. The blessings of the gods comfort you .\"\n\nShe then turned back to her companions. \" I think we should find the girls and the others before the agents of that man do,\" her voice was hard and she nodded in the direction of the dead antagonist ."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n\nSerk hefted his Greatsword. \"What are we waiting for? Every moment we spend discussing this is another moment the captives are in danger. The gods demand these...things be shown what happens when you enslave men!\" "
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\n\" Yes, looks like we have learned all we can here. Follow my lead, keep your eyes open as we go. We'll keep as quick pace as possible. Those unused to riding may want to leave their mounts here for the time being. \"\n\nWith that, Toranus heads off to track the villagers into the woods. He sniffs the foliage a few times before settling on a path and gliding between the trees.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nToranus is a pretty quick tracker moving at 25' even while tracking.\n "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Toranus finds the path in the woods with little problem. As he moves down the patch in the direction the girls went, he notices something big and black moving through the woods. The thing moves a bit closer, revealing it as being a big black wolf. After awhile, the wolf disappears off deeper into the woods."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n \"Looks like we found the one who got away,\" Serk whispers. \"Let's see if he's a good doggy and leads us to his masters.\" "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " Lucien\n\n\"Very well then, let us track this beast back to the lair of its master, where justice and retribution will be of one accord, and these villains will be laid to rest, and trouble these people nevermore.\" \n\nHe follows after Toranus, on foot."
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\n\" I am not certain it is the beast that attacked Hawkswarren... but perhaps it knows something about what happened in the town. Careful though, this may be a trap. Follow some distance behind me. \"\n\nToranus moves quickly after the animal, trying to get sight of the wolf again and to get it's attention.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nIf Toranus manages to get the attention of the wolf, he will try an Wild Empathy check then cast Speak with Animals.\n\n Wild Empathy (1d20+8)[ 13 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n\nSerk follows as quietly as he can, keeping his head on a swivel."
},
{
"author": "playswithfire",
"message": " Legnassirc \n\nLegnassirc will do his best to keep up an not get in anyone's way, looking around for any danger."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\nFillia will be trying hard to keep up and not make noise, watching the companions in front of her for any sudden movement on their part."
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "As the group pushes through the forest looking for where the wolf went, Toranus eventually takes a step, and ends up hanging upside down from a vine well hidden in a tree. A moment later a pair of black wolves are on the group attempting to eat it for lunch.\n\nOne of them manages to gnaw on Serk a bit dealing 17 damage.\nThe other one manages to get a chunk of Lucien dealing 18 damage.\n\nRoll Initiative please (real pain with this slow connection)"
},
{
"author": "playswithfire",
"message": " Legnassirc \n\nInitiative (1d20+5)[ 13 ] \n\nOn my turn, I mentally assault the wolves, manifesting Inflict Pain, hoping to keep them from doing any more damage\n\n((DC 19 Will Save each or they take a –4 penalty on attack rolls, skill checks, and ability checks. If they make the save, only a –2 penalty. (5pp)))"
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\nInitiative (1d20+3)[ 13 ] \n\nOn my turn, If there are large people with big weapons behind me, get out of their way. If I'm near one of the wolves, attack it with my mace:\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack (1d20+10)[ 16 ] \nDamage (1d6+1)[ 2 ] direct and (1d6)[ 6 ] electricity\n \n\n\nIf I'm not near enough to attack but can get to Lucien or Serk, Cast cure mod.\n\n \n Spoiler \n CMW (2d8+10)[ 14 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": " Garmund \n\nInitiative: (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \n\nGarmund will close and use combat expertise when fighting the nearest wolf (+5 AC +2 from sword +1 from Dodge, Attacks at +10/+5)\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack (1d20+10)[ 17 ] Damage (1d10+7)[ 16 ] \nIf a wolf misses him it provokes an attack of oppurtunity at +4 from Defensive Strike Attack (1d20+14)[ 15 ] Damage (1d20+7)[ 23 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "OOC: oops, that second damage should obviously be 1d10, not 20. (1d10+7)[ 14 ] "
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n \n Spoiler \n\n Initiative (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \n \n\n\nToranus lets out a snarl as he is carried high into the air. He takes a moment to collect himself as he hangs upside down, then tries to swing from side to side and use his momentum to carry himself into a tree.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Escape Artist (1d20+4)[ 6 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n \"You'll pay for that, fiend!\" Serk winces some from the pain of the bite, then focuses his mind, calling forth the power of the full moon to debilitate the foes.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Initiative: (1d20+5)[ 22 ] \n\nCasting Moon Bolt on the wolf that Legnassirc didn't attack, affecting them both if they're within 15' of each other. (3d4)[ 8 ] Str. damage, DC 17 Fort. save for half.\n "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " Lucien: \nAC 27, Initiative (1d20+4)[ 12 ] , Fort +10, Reflex +12, Will +7\n\nLucien will step back, conjuring a ball of flame into his hand, and hurling it at the wolf. He then draws his sword.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nBolt of Fire\n (1d20+11)[ 20 ] vs. touch\n (9d6+1)[ 33 ] fire damage (expending psionic focus for g. psionic shot)\n "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Order -\nSerk\nGarmund\nWolf\nWolf\nLegnassirc\nFillia\nLucien\nToranus\n\nRound 1 -\nSerks spell hits both the wolves. It seems to affect one of them more than the other.\n\nGarmund gets a good swipe on one of them with his sword.\n\nWolf A goes for another bite smacking Garmund for 15dmg.\n\nWolf B goes for a bite as well smacking Fillia for 11 dmg.\n\nLegnassirc hits both of the wolves with Inflict Pain.\n\nFillia bonks one of the wolves on the head with her mace.\nToranus contiues thrashing about upside down.\n\nRound 2!"
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Lucien:\nAC 26, Initiative 12, Fort +10, Reflex +12, Will +7\n\nLucien will step back up to the wolf, and strike it with his sword, flames rolling down the blade as he does so.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nIf I can. I will attempt to flank. Activating Weapon Afire. Switching enhancement bonus from AC to attack.\nTo hit: (1d20+10)[ 18 ] \nDamage: (2d6)[ 5 ] (1d8+3)[ 10 ] \n \n Spoiler \n\nrolls to confirm a crit if necessary:\n\nTo hit: (1d20+10)[ 17 ] \nExtra damage: (1d8+3)[ 10 ] \n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\n\" A little help... if possible.. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Escape Artist (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "playswithfire",
"message": " Legnassirc \n\nCircle around so that I can hit both wolves with an electric bolt. ((7pp; (7d6)[ 23 ] DC 22 Reflex save for half))"
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \nInit +3, HP 72 / 83, AC 27, Touch 14, Flat-footed 24\nFort +11, Ref +7, Will +13\n\n\n\nShaking off the bite from the wolf the halfling sets her jaw.\n\n \n Spoiler \ncast searing light at the wolf that bit me. (5d8)[ 27 ] damage.\n\nOh and I rolled a 16 for my to-hit\n "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n\nSerk lets out a roar, then begins assaulting the nearest wolf.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAll right, since I have no idea where I am in relation to the enemy, I'll run the whole gambit. Move to attack of the nearest wolf (no charge, even if I can...too many rolls to keep track of) if I'm not right next to it, otherwise start hacking and slashing at it...Power Attacking at -4 to hit.\n\n Attack 1: (1d20+9)[ 20 ] \n Damage 1: (2d6+15)[ 24 ] \n Attack 2: (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \n Damage 2: (2d6+15)[ 23 ] \n Crit conformations (if needed): (1d20+9)[ 21 ] (1d20+4)[ 10 ] \nHP:45/62, AC 21, Saves 9/8/10\n "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Serk killes one of the wolfs.\nThe last wolf attempts to gnaw on one of the party members, but misses. The combination of leg and fillia attacking it, finishes it off.\n\nLeaving Toranus upside down thrashing about.\n\nA close view of the wolfs reveals they definantly are not the same sort of dog from before."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\nFillia giggles as she looks at Toranus still swinging from the rope. \" Probably someone tall would come in handy here before all the blood rushes to his head \" she says still smiling.\n\n \n Spoiler \n CLW (me) (1d8+10)[ 16 ] EDIT: right since I'm missing that feat it's +5 as normal for 11 points\n "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n \"Allow me, Fillia. We'll get these wounds patched up in just a couple of minutes.\" Serk raises his hands to the sky, sending a wave of healing energy throughout the group. As he finishes, bones knit back together, wounds close much more rapidly, and everyone begins to feel better.\n\nHacking Toranus down, he hoists him to his feet. \"You all right?\" \n \n Spoiler \nCasting Mass Lessor Vigor again, then spot heal anyone still short on HP with CLW (someone let me know how many I expend so I can mark it down, please.)\n "
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\n\" Overall, not too bad. Thank you for helping me down. \"\n\nToranus moves to examine the wolves, checking to see if any are still alive and just dying.\n\n\" Wolves normally wouldn't be able to set a trap of that sort... \""
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "The wolves are quite dead."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " Lucien\n\n\"Which means the wolves have a master nearby. We must be getting close.\" "
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\n\" Yes, perhaps. I wonder if they left any clues. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nToranus does a quick scan of the area to see if he finds anything of interest.\n (1d20+2)[ 9 ] \n\nIf not, he'll continue following the trail of the villagers.\n "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Toranus doesnt see anything that sticks out as odd to him.\n\nThe trail leads the group to the entrence to some ruins out in the middle of the forest.\n\n http://www.gkludt.net/images/group1map.jpg \n\nlet me know marching order."
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus Shadowborne \n Init +4, HP 78/78, Speed 50\n AC 24, Touch 14, Flat-footed 20, Fort +14, Ref +13, Will +5\n Listen +13, Spot +13, Scent 30ft\n-----------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nToranus is in the lead. He lets the smells of the ruins wash over him as he scans the area for danger.\n\n\" Be ready. I will go first. If anyone has a protective spell or blessing, now may be a good time. \"\n\nWhen the group is ready, Toranus will head into the ruins while Nua keeps watch from the sky."
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Toranus sniffs out quite a few people and dogs that moved have through the ruins, though its hard to tell how many."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n Init +3 HP 83/83 AC 27\n Saves 11 / 7 / 13\n-----------------------\n\n\" I am certain the gods will watch over us, \" Fillia says as she grips her mace more tightly, in the middle of the group. She doesn't, however, actually cast anything."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n Init. +5, HP 60/62, Speed 20\n AC 21, Touch 11, Flatfoot 20, 9 / 8 / 10 \n\n\nSerk follows as closely behind Toranus as he can despite his slower speed, ready for almost anything."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Lucien\n\nLucien will take Toranus' left flank."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n Bump! \n \"So, where are we going?\" "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Still waiting on 2 folks, but it wont hurt to move forward, the other 2 just follow in the back for now."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": "I just wanted to give it a bump so it didn't fall off the map."
},
{
"author": "playswithfire",
"message": "((back from vacation))\n\n Legnassirc \n\nLegnassirc walks as close to the middle as he can to keep the better fighters between him and danger, but periodically falls to the back as he is not very fast."
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Moving into the ruins a bit, the group comes to a path heading towards the left and right."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " Lucien\n\n\"Do you see any tracks indicating which way we should go?\" "
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\n\" Perhaps... \"\n\nToranus pauses for a moment as he studies the ground for tracks and sniffs the air.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHow big are these ruins?\n\nSurvival check (1d20+11)[ 14 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "They seem to be fairly large, its hard to tell though. There are tracks leading in all directions near the entrence."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n \"Well, that tells us where they came OUT of, so I would bet that whatever sent them out is still holed up down there. Let us waste no more time; Kord demand vengeance for the fallen.\" "
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\nToranus looks up high to see if Nua is indicating having spotten anyone in the ruins. If the hawk is circling over anywhere, Toranus try to lead the team there.\n\nIf there are no indicators either way, Toranus will lead the group west."
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": " map updated.\n\nYou found yourself a T with what appears to be a few branches.\n\nThe bird looks to have found some people in the ruins, no indication how to get to them though."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"Lead On, Toranus\" \n\n((This will just get confusing if we all post which way we go. Why don't we say 'rule of right' in order to expidite getting through this map))"
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\n\" Sounds good. Keep alert. \" Toranus flashes an embarassed smile. \" And if I happen to end up dangling in the air again, please cut me down as quickly as you can. I may be of use in the battle. \"\n\nToranus turns right and starts leading the group down the path.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI'm guessing \"rule of right\" means that we keep making right turns whenever given the option between left and right?\n "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Going right, you find yourself an empty room."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n\nExpanding his mind and his senses, Serk looks over the room for magical residue, both for an indication of what kind of power was used to bring forth these beasts and to see if there may be any indication of magical traps within the room.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSustaining Detect Magic long enough to find out if there's any magic about, what kind it is, etc...basically, everything he can discover with the spell.\n "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\nPulling her cloak around her, Fillia peers into the room, almost as though expecting the 'boogey man' to jump out at them."
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\nToranus waits patiently for the others to search the room while keeping a watchful eye outside.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nPerhaps the DM can make some search rolls for the party?\n "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nOr maybe one of our members that actually has ranks in Search would care to take a look in the room?\n "
},
{
"author": "playswithfire",
"message": " Legnassirc \n\nLegnassirc looks around the room.\n\n (1d20+6)[ 7 ] "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "The group doesnt find anything in the room."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "((OOC)) It would really expedite things if you just assume we make spot, listen, and search checks in each area, and then post what we find as we enter the area. Of course we won't have time to make search checks if we encounter something ((/OOC))\n\n Lucien\n\n\"It would seem there is nothing here. Let us not tarry in this room, for the longer we remain in one place, the more danger there is to our well-being\" "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\n\" I agree, it there's nothing here let's try and get back on the trail of these poor people, \" the halfling says, looking around."
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\nToranus leads them back out of the room and continues into the ruins.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMap update?\n "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": " map updated \n\nThe group find a smaller path leading off to the left, and the wide path contiues to the right."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n\nSerk pokes his nose down the left path a little ways, just to see if there's anything interesting, then rejoins the group."
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Moving down the hall, you come into another empty room. Searching it turns up nothing."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\n\" Wow, this is... empty ,\" Fillia comments softly. \" I wonder how long it's been like this .\""
},
{
"author": "Krezzlar",
"message": " Toranus \n\n\" I do not like the look of that narrow corridor. Too easy to trap. I am going to lead us back and take the upper path. \""
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Finally back from trip.. things will get running smoother ;p"
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Taking the north path, the group finds another empty room, which searching again turns up nothing."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Lucien\n\n\n \"They must be here somewhere. We must press on!\" \n\n(OOC)In the interest of this game not dying, it would probably be best to post something more along the lines of \"you head to the east, finding an empty corridor, and then turn back, and head to the north, finding an empty room, with a door to the west. You don't find any traps on the door, so you open it and head down that hallway, until Billy-Bob hears the sound of growling about 30-40 ft. down the corridor. What do you do (here is the initiative order)?\" In a pbp you want to reduce the ping rate (the number of posts from the DM it takes before anything interesting happens)(/OOC)"
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "The group moves back the way they came to check out another piece of the ruins.\n\nAs you walk along the cooridor, something charges the person in front (Toranus i believe is still is.) The thing fails to hit that person though, wildly missing. As the group gets a good view of it, it appears to be another one of the dog things from earlier, and you managed to find a room full of them. There are also a couple humanoid figures you can make out as well.\n\nInitiative -\nToranus - 5\nDog\nFillia - 8\nGarmund - 8\nSerak - 13\nDog\nHuman\nHuman\nLucien - 20\nLegnassirc - 20\nDog\nDog\n\nRound 1"
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\nFillia narrows her eyes as she watches one of the dog-things rush at Toranus. She sets her brow and her lips begin to move. As she chants, she begins to glow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n yummm I love combat when I don't have many spells left - Cast divine power - lasts for 10 rounds. Str=18, BAB=+10/+5, 93hp. Total attack bonus will be +15/10 Concentration check if necessary: (1d20+17)[ 19 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "playswithfire",
"message": " Legnassirc \n((I think my mage armor and shield have worn off, but I'll try to contribute offensively first. AC 22))\n\nLining up to hit as many as possible, Legnassirc sends a bolt of lightning at the attackers.\n\nAugmented energy burst for (9d6)[ 18 ] damage, DC 23 Reflex save for half in a 120-ft. line\n\n((disappointing damage roll))"
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Serk \n \"Stand clear, my allies!\" Picturing thousands of tiny razors in his mind, an orbiting ring of them appears around him. With his new defenses in place, he bursts into the middle of the room, ready for the coming storm of attacks that will, most likely, be directed at him.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCasting Ring of Blades, 1d6+10/10min., and moving to the center of the room....I hope everyone can get out of my way...\n "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " Lucien \n\nLucien will draw his sword as he moves out of Serk's way, and then conjure a bolt of flame, focusing the energy with his mind and launching it at the nearest dog.\n\n 80/80HP, AC: 27 (flat 23, touch 17) \n Expending my Psionic Focus for Greater Psionic Shot, and switching defending property on.\nTo Hit- (1d20+11)[ 15 ](26) \nDamage- (5d6+1)[ 19 ] Fire Damage + (4d6)[ 13 ] Greater Psionic Shot \n note- I need a ruling on whether Greater Psionic Shot's bonus damage is fire damage or not. "
},
{
"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Poor Doggies. The group manages to kill 3 of them leaving 1 dog, and a human standing.\n\nOne of the humans takes a shot with a bow, and misses, while the takes a swing with a sword, missing as well (these guys suck)\n\nThe last dog charges Serak and misses as well.\n\nRound 2"
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Fillia \n\nWatching Serk just destroy their enemies, the halfling doesn't bother to charge into the fray. \" Fear now, the righteous wrath from the servants of the gods !\" she shouts."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " Lucien \n\nIf Lucien is in melee:\n \n Spoiler \n\nFlames roll down from Lucien's hands along his blade as he strikes at his foe.\n\n Activating Weapon Afire, attacking with longsword.\nTOHIT: (1d20+9)[ 19 ] \nDMG: (1d8+2)[ 6 ] + (2d6)[ 6 ] Fire \n \n \n\nIf Lucien is not in melee:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLucien pauses to regain his mental focus, and directs another bolt of fire, at the humanoid this time.\n\n Regaining Psionic Focus, and expending it to attack with Bolt of Fire:\nConcetration Check: (1d20+16)[ 25 ] (need a 20)\nTOHIT: (1d20+11)[ 14 ] \nDMG: (5d6+1)[ 27 ] Fire + (4d6)[ 13 ] GPS \n \n\n 80/80HP, AC: 27 (flat 23, touch 17) "
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"author": "CloakedInsanity",
"message": "Sorry... holidays made everything crazy for me.\n\nLucien fireballs the crap out of the humanoid guy with the bow.\n\nAnother one the dogs meets its end when Serak pummels it. The two men use there turn to move towards the group, with the man with the bow staying back a bit. He misses with his shot."
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"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Lucien will proceed to 'fireball the crap' out of another of the opponents this turn as well. Hopefully this game ain't dead yet.\n\nLucien pauses to regain his mental focus, and directs another bolt of fire at a foe.\n\nRegaining Psionic Focus, and expending it to attack with Bolt of Fire:\nConcetration Check: (1d20+16)[ 36 ] (need a 20)\nTOHIT: (1d20+11)[ 22 ] \nDMG: (5d6+1)[ 20 ] Fire + (4d6)[ 13 ] GPS"
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"author": "Nuada",
"message": "The Palazzo Grimani sits upon the corner of the Canal Grande and the canal San Luca as the lights of the vaporetto, gondola and the palazzos to either side shimmer atop the cold January waters and lap up against the Vittoria doorway. Whilst Cathayan tourists flash their cameras atop the old Rialto the palazzo's Piano Nobile sees an eccentric gathering beneath its fading frescos and mottled mirrors.\n\nA horseshoe table faces away from the magnificent windows facing the rows of seats beneath its dais. Of the Ten seats, only five are occupied and in the pews only eight or so others dotted in twos or threes besides yourselves. A white haired, middleaged gentleman in finely pinstriped charcoal grey is chairing the meeting. The diadem on his head marks him clearly as the Silver Ladder councillor, the murmur come to a halt as he gavels the meeting back to order. “With the matter of the new councillor for the Sleepers out of the way we move now to the matter of the released apprentices.\n\nThe Silver Ladder calls for these apprentices to be released under the supervision of the leaders of their Orders to form a new cabal in the city. They will be joined with those newly arrived to the city and any future magi new to the city. We call for a second.” \n\nThe lady to his right, around her neck a choker of the Seers of the Thrones raises her hand. You get the feeling that this, like the rest of the meeting is essentially a fait a compli. “The Seers second.” \n\nThe Ladder councillor nods, “We move to voting procedures.” It takes no time at all for the uniformed man and a man in black t-shirt and trousers to raise their hands. Adamantine arrow and Mysterium. The masked Guardian councillor remains still. “Very good, the measure is passed four to one in a vote of the major councillors. This meeting is adjourned. In the name of the Consillium I thank you all.” The Ladder immediately moves off to an antechamber with the councillors whilst the assembled mingle.\n\nOne of the heralds, a mage you have all met, Vox Populi, sharp suited in a royal blue that brings out the colour of her eyes and her raven hair calls to you. “Liegemen Cortex, Phosporus, Chaeron and Tinkerbell. Please come with me.” She disappears in the matching antechamber to the councillors, inside it is furnished in the same decaying rococo grandeur as the rest of the trillium's sanctum. Vox lightly sits her petite frame on an emerald velvet and gilt sofa embroidered in gold with patterns of some marine vine and watches as you file in.\n\n “Please,” she says, “sit yourselves down, I understand some of you already know each other, from the Mysterium”, she nods to Chaeron, Cortex and Phosphorus, “this is Tinkerbell of the Adamantine Arrow. You are the new cabal of the city. I will be watching you whilst you establish yourselves, both to help you and measure the success of this experiment.” Her voice is all business, “I am your contact to the Ten. Do not bother them without going through me first. Now fix yourself a drink and ask any questions of you need to of your Herald.” she gestures to the oak butlers tray in the corner, a piece which looks as if it were carved by one of the more mad scelesti. Her eyes pierce as she catches your gazes in turn. You've met her before, fearsome intellect and reason combined with a powerful sense of humour makes for an interesting Herald and théarch.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI have used bold colours for my characters so that you can use what ever you want for yours, no need to bold your speech.\n "
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"author": "Premsyl",
"message": "Chaeron sets his sidepack down beside his chair as he sits down, waving off the drink. He sits in the chair but does not seem to make himself comfortable, placing his hands on the table and tapping his fingers idly. He nods to his assembled colleagues, and murmurs an unintelligible greeting. Looking to the herald, he raises a hand off the table \"You mentioned that this is an experiment. Is our cabal to be managed differently or deployed alternatively to other cabals? Why us four, and why now?\" He places his hand back on the table, and begins to trace his hand with the fingertip on his other hand \"I mean, I've felt that I was overqualified for the term 'apprentice' for a while now, but I've known mages to wait twice as long as I have before being assigned to a cabal.\" He leans back in his chair, glancing around at his new cohorts. \"I dunno. Maybe I'm just one to look a gift horse in the you know what.\" "
},
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"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n\n\nFlash smiles to Phosphorous as they are called by Vox, and bit his bottom lip at the recollection of their last meeting. Shaking his head, Flash winked at Phosphorous and walked regally out of the room they had been assigned.\n\nFlash was a tall gangly man, standing weakly at somewhere around 6'2\", along with his rail-thin body... he seemed almost like a shadow of a man, as opposed to the actual meat of one. His twig-like arms, connecting down to spindly delicate fingers that look like they would snap like branches in a harsh storm. Despite how he appearance, he exuded a look of regal aristocracy. While he often met with certain key members of the Consillium once in a blue moon... it was rare he attended traditional functions. As such, Flash can be found wearing a set of stunningly crafted emerald robes. Underneath he wore a traditionally blank outfit.\n\nIt wasn't custom anymore to wear robes to these meetings... but Flash simply loved getting on older members of the Consillium's nerves by mocking long-unused traditions. He found it funny that these things were once manditory... honestly, robes? They were scions of the Watchtower, masters of the Arcana... not some silly children out in the woods LARP'ing.\n\nWith such thoughts in his head, Flash continued after Vox with Phosphorous trailing behind him. Flash was a reasonably attractive man, his black hair cropped up in birds nest at the top of his head, with striking sapphire eyes looking around with deciding curiosity. Sharp features accompanied his build, high cheek bones and angular definitions. His porcelain pale skin, like a soft milky cream was enhanced by the lights of the room as he walked with poise.\n\nVox offered a drink, and Flash's eyes moved over to the cart. He smirked slightly, and motioned Phosphorous to sit, \"I will prepare us something...\" With that, he moved over to the cart and mixed up a couple of drinks for the two. It took but a moment, and he returned to where Phosphorous had taken his seat and handed him a snifter of aged brandy on the rocks. Flash had a simple glass of scotch on the rocks.\n\nSmiling happily to Vox, he merely allowed the others to speak as he watched her and listened with rapt attention."
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"author": "Wraithkin",
"message": " White Phosphorous - Keeper of Secrets \n\nPhos walks alongside his friend and follows the direction given from him. There isn't much to speak of about Phos. He's just over six feet tall, and can't weigh in over one sixty sopping wet. His brown hair is short and well-kept, but not entirely styled much, and his face sports a short-trimmed goatee. Upon the bridge of his plainly-shaped nose is a pair of blue-tinted designer glasses.\n\nHe seems to be sporting something that one could be best be described as an expensive attempt at being in-style, and falling just short of it. There is nothing about his Armani suit that stands out as wrong, nor the Rolex that graces his wrist, or the plain but tasteful onyx ring that sits upon his thin ring finger on his right hand. Something just is off .\n\nThat's when it hits you. He has yet to look any of you in the eye since he's been at the meeting. He hasn't really looked at anyone during the entire proceedings. The reason: a hand-held tablet computer system that he is endlessly ticking away at with the solid-gold stylus in his right hand. He doesn't bother looking where he is going, yet somehow manages to avoid running into everything. It has to have taken many a year and many stubbed toes for him to perfect what could best be described as a dance down to an art.\n\nSitting down, he looks up at his friend and speaks for the first time. \"Thanks.\" His voice is little more than a whisper, cool, distant, and not even remotely close to what one could consider seductive. Inside his voice rests a hidden torment, one none of you could possibly imagine. Taking the snifter, he smells it slowly and, in a rare moment, a light smile graces his lips. \"A good year.\" He raises his glass to Flash in a toast, and once returned, takes a light sip and enjoys the fluid as it goes down.\n\nSetting the glass on the table in front of him, he resumes tapping furiously at his tablet computer. What he is working on that requires so much attention is beyond any of you."
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"author": "Nuada",
"message": "Vox nods to Cortex as comes in, she seems unfazed by the robes and certainly more respectful to him than the engrossed Phosphorus who she barely deigns to look at. \"Yes Leigeman, this is an experiment,\" she addresses Chaeron as her fingers tap on the arm of the sofa, \"you can choose how to manage yourselves and continue your own works both as individuals and members of your orders as ever. However circumstances dicate that you cannot simply enter your mentors' cabals or use his connections to join or found new groups as is traditional. You may of course in the future leave this cabal, but for now It is intended to form something of a holding area for subsequant new mages and give you independence.\" She stands and moves to the butler's tray, pouring a G&T into a heavy cut glass tumbler. \"As to qualifications yes, I understand that you have attained Adept level with the practices of weaving, unraveling and patterning Death under your control. You are more than ready and Cortex here has proven himself of use to the consillium, you are ready to set out on your own rather than as memvers of your superiors cabals.\" \n\nShe crosses the room in an instant to stand behind Phosphorus her face hardened into a fierce masque, \"Though given the attention some of you appear to be paying I question Samarqand's wisdom in letting the Mysterium's new arrivals go from under his direct supervision. This is quite the opportunity.\" "
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"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n\n\nCortex flashes a smile at Vox as she nods to him, he always loved to see her cheerful and youthful face... even as stoic as she carried herself. He pays strict attention to her as she speaks, and humbly bowing his head towards her as she recognizes him publicly for unspoken achievements.\n\nAt her slightly accusatory words though, his smile diminished only a tad, \"Please excuse Phosphorous... he is working on a detailed code project.\" Cortex leans back and looks over Phosphorous's shoulder and taps the screen, \"Move Code Group B down five lines, and put the subverter-group in it's place. Then, please close that up, it's not polite to disrespect our elders.\" Cortex looks back to Vox as he speaks, flashing her a wink as he puts himself back into a more suitable sitting position.\n\n \"Please do not think he will miss anything, or is ignorantly missing out. We are recording these events visually and audibly... he isn't missing out on a thing.\" He tilts his head, \"If I may, Vox, allow me to put this into more plain words for my other Adepts?\" He pulls himself up to stand and moves over to stand next to Vox's seat, \"A formal introduction first. I am known in the Consillium as Cortex Flash, mostly due to my growing master of Spacial Magics, and my affinity to modern technology. \n \"My partner, White Phosphorous, is linking his own mastery over the magics of Matter and the Mind at the present moment... and equally skilled with modern technologies. Now... what Madame Vox is proposing to us, is a unique opportunity to exclude ourselves from our master's cabals. For a reference... often time people are taught a language by submerging them in that languages culture. For us to grow in our mastery, as well as grow in the atunement of our survival skills... we are being disconnected from our masters and given the chance to... survive on our own. Together.\n\n\"Cabals are as such small sub-groups of the Order's, that allow for inter-order communication, and growth. We have been chosen from the recent Adepts of the Order's to begin this cabal, and prepare it for new Adepts as they are released from the Consillium into our care. As such, it's now our duty to begin organizing ourselves for the betterment of not only ourselves... but the future of the Consillium.\" \n\nCortex smiles softly, his words coming out in a fluid drop... each word perfectly annunciated and his hands making small gestures every now and then to emphasis each prior point."
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"author": "Nuada",
"message": "Vox pats Cortex Flash on the back amicably, \"Oh don't worry about it, I'm the relaxed herald remember, but there are those who'd take offence. The type who like your robes.\n\nTextbook answer though Cortex, but I don't believe anybody here is newly Awoken, we do know what a cabal is, but yes you've got it. This is an experiment to increase the vitality of the city, you are to make your won way, sink or swim and if you swim. . . well the city will be bettered. If you sink of course we'll just go back to old system.\" She smiles a sinisterly beatific smile."
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"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n \"Never know who's being awoken nowadays, do we Vox?\" He tilts a brow to her, \"I've found textbook references to be the best way to get points across. I'd rather be dull and to the point, then eccentric and riddlesome. Such as like the people who dislike my robes.\" His lips twitch in a grin.\n\nHe looks back to the others, \"However, Vox is correct... it will be our direct actions... that determine how the Consillium look to this city in the future... and how they look to us. There is much to be had here, and a great opportunity for all us to better ourselves and further our goals.\" "
},
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"author": "Nuada",
"message": " \"Oh yes, goals to be met and improvements to be made.\" She sits neatly where she was before. \"Anything else? "
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"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nIf Flash was tall, then Tinkerbell was a giant, for he made Phos and Flash appear to be teenage children when they stood next to him. He was well over 2.2 meters tall and a husky 135 kg {{7'2\", 300 lbs}}. When Tinkerbell followed Vox into the adjacent room, he was forced to duck slightly to avoid banging his large bony head on the doorframe. His thick black hair lay nearly flat against his skull. His large brown eyes almost seems shrunken and sunken. His large lips almost a blue or purple as if he was extremely cold or had a circulation problem. When he stepped through the doorframe his massive hand grasped the doorframe for support and a simple gold ring adorned his left hand.\n\nHis dress, was a mix of exercise cloths and punk gear. Black hooded sweatshirt and black sweat pants tucked into very large black boots. For as his grandfather used to say, he didn't have large feet, he had a large understanding. His only obvious possession was a wallet shaped bulge in the front pocket of his sweatshirt. Doing as he was told, Tinkerbell, follows along, each of his footfalls making a vibratory thump in the structure.\n\nWhen offered refreshments, Tinkerbell's eyes light up momentarily as he hopes they'll have tea. Upon seeing the cold offerings, his shoulders slump and when he turns around to sit down he has a bit of scowl on his face.\n\nUpon being introduced, Tinkerbell nods to each of the other liegemen and after a moment says in deep voice, \" Pardon me, but which of you is which? Cortex, Phosporus, and Chaeron? \" Tinkerbell folds himself up and sits down, looking like an adult sitting in a chair designed for grammer school students. When Chaeron asks his probing questions, Tinkerbell doesn't hide his approval as he smiles, nods, and looks to Vox for her answer."
},
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"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n\n\nFlash blinks at Tinkerbell, before laughing slightly as he lifts a hand up and rubs the back of his head, \"Well... I'm Flash,\" he points to Phosphorous, \"that's Phos,\" then he points to Chaeron, \"that's Chaeron.\" \n\nHe looks towards Phosphorous, and then moves over and takes a seat next to him. \"Unless anyone has anymore questions for the lovely Madame Vox, here... we should get to know each other's specialties a bit better... and start hammering out details of this cabal.\" "
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"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nThe big man nods and looks to each man as introduced, simply adding, \" A pleasure to meet you all. \"\n\n Hmm.. I never was very good at swimming... \n\nWhen Flash suggests getting down to business, Tinkerbell coughs slightly and inquires, \" An oppertunity to further our goals yes, but I should think the Consillium will more likely judge our cabal to be a success if we, in fact, further their goals. \"\n\nTinkerbell tries to shift a bit in the chair and after a brief sigh, inquires of Vox, \" What exactly does the Consillium hope to accomplish through us? They have set formal goals for us, have they not? \""
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"author": "Premsyl",
"message": "Chaeron nods as Vox answers his questions, smiling sheepishly at her recognition of his accomplishments. He sits quietly for most of the conversation. Finally he stands up and walks over to the tray, mumbling something about 'changing his mind.' He pours himself a straight bourbon, and walks back over to the table.\n\nChaeron is an unremarkable looking man. He's of average height and weight (5'7\" , 150lbs) with long lanky arms and legs. He wears dark blue jeans, and a black long-sleeved shirt. His hair is dark brown, and looks like it hasn't been combed since some time last week (Did he even know what kind of meeting he was going to?) He walks and moves, however, with a fluidity that belies his disheveled appearance. One other thing you notice, when you look at his face, is that it looks like someone really worked him over once or twice. His nose is flat and crooked, and his face bears multiple scars.\n\nWhen Tinkerbell enters the room, Chaeron looks up at him and seems to nod approvingly. When Flash introduces him, Chaeron nods and raises a hand in greeting. He sits back down at the table, and sips his drink, cringing ever so slightly from the pure, warm alcohol. He nods agreeably at Flash \"Yes... Yes. Indeed... Well,\" he coughs into his closed fist and clears his throat \"I am called Chaeron, of course you already know that. I'm a member of the Mysterium.\" He puts a finger to his chin thoughtfully \"Course.. You already knew that too... Anyway. As our esteemed Herald so eloquently stated.\" He raises his glass to Vox as he mentions her, continuing to speak \"I awoke to the Moros watchtower about six years ago. I am an adept in the Death arcanum, also dabbling in Fate magic.\" He stops and seems to withdraw into himself for a moment. Tapping his chin with his finger \"Hmmm... Oh yeah. I grew up on the poor side of Anaxanev. The kind those miserable touristy parasites never see. I'm not proud of it, but it's proved to be a boon in my awakened career. There aren't many rumors going around on those dirty canals that don't catch my ear, and I've also been told I'm quite proficient with a pair of lockpicks. Among other things.\" He sips his drink again, no cringe this time though. \"Ummmm... Hmm... Ah yes, I am a scholar. I know lots of stuff about lots of stuff, but my preferred courses of study involve History and the Occult.\" He swirls his bourbon around in the glass, watching it \"I uhhhh.. I think that's it.\" He kind of trails off in a murmur."
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"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nAh, a bearing of ones soul to complete strangers.. What to tell them and what to keep in reserve should the tides turn? Tinkerbell, as usual, nearly consumed with depression isn't one to think much of himself and so can offer little to serve the group. \" I, well, um, I have a degree in veterinary medicine. \" Feeling a little bolstered by being able to admit something, Tinkerbell continues, \" The powers of death are mine to command. To control. \" Okay, a took a little too big of step.\n\nTinkerbell pulls the hood up on his sweatshirt and shifts a bit in the chair, obviously uncomfortable.\n\n This feels to much like group therapy. My name is bob and I'm an alcoholic. Come on now. I'm in control of myself. I will not allow these people to intimidate me. Shifting again, Tinkerbell sits up straight and looks to Vox, hopeful she may provide answers to questions."
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"author": "Wraithkin",
"message": " White Phosphorous - Keeper of Secrets \n\nLooking up at his friend, he nods silently and does the quick drags, coding, and then powers the tablet down. Inverting the screen, he slides it into a business-appropriate backpack and sets it on the ground next to him. Looking at tinkerbell in his obvious discomfort, he takes another sip from his snifter and sets it back on the table before standing up. Walking next to the large man, he gestures him up.\n\nOnce Tink stands, he focuses his energy for a moment, then grasps the chair. In a fluid motion, the chair expands and shifts to fit the size of the large man. Patting the man on the shoulder, he walks back to his chair and sits down, hands folded in front of him, staring intently at the glass before him before picking it up and holding it in his lap, still staring at it between intermittent sips."
},
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"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n\n\nFlash nods towards Tinkerbell as he addresses a question to Vox, as he also carefully makes no exterior motion at either Chaeron's insightful story, or Tinkerbell's slip of the tongue.\n\n \"The man does have a point, that I actually had addressed in an email I sent you five minutes after this meeting was finished. Aside from the base goals of the Consillium's effort's through us to get a foot hold into the city, and prepare it for the Consillium's purposes... are there any other duties that they have for us?\n\n\"Also, if there any information they would want to provide us about local supernatural groups?\" \n\nHe smiles slightly, and looks towards the others, \"I'm actually from Vah... so I'm use to there being a bit more then just Mage's around.\" He looks back to Vox, \"Do the Vampire Covens have a recognized Prince here, and local grounds that we should be weary of? Do the Feral's migrate through here? Or, do the pretty little pixies have their own gateways set up, that we should be on the lookout for?\" "
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"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nSeeing the enlarged chair, Tinkerbell manages a toothy smile and with a deep rumbling voice says, \" Thank you Phosporus. \" Tinkerbell was so used to just suffering through his mis-sized body, that it hadn't even occurred to him to just alter the chair, which he thought he might have been able to do on his own. He'll have to try that when he gets back to his Sanctum.\n\nTinkerbell liked animals and still hadn't gotten used to, what he considered, their perversion. Werewolves, pixies, vampires, etc. When Flash brings up the whole topic, Tinkerbell scowls even more(if possible), and after his arm twitches a bit, he grasps the arm of the chair and waits for a response."
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"author": "Nuada",
"message": "Vox sips from her drink as she listens to the introductions, leaping in at a pause in the flow of conversation she speaks. \"Questions questions. I am given to understand that the Consillium itself has no tasks for you at the moment. You are free to pursue your own tasks for now. As to the other supernaturals of the city, the Abdead have no small presence throughout the Anaxo (ooc: the neighbouring land territories of the Republic) though Anaxanev itself is too small to support a large population. I am given to understand they do recognise a single leader but if you should not be involving yourself with them without the consillium's permission. There is a truce. The wolves keep themselves out in the countryside, some scholars of the Shadow in the mysterium might know more. As to faeries I don't think there is any offical contact, personlly I doubt the stories of 'Arcadia' they tell, much more liley to be a magical Tradition of sleepers.\" \n\nShe peers oddly at Phos' expansion of the chair, before giving him an inquisitive look. \"Interesting technique.\" She appears to have something she wants to say but decides against it. \"Anyway, what else is there. Don't cause a problem with the Inquisitors, we won't look kindly on having to do away with that, then again it may be taken against the experiment and the council might let you hang.\" Whether she means the Ten would drop their support or literally itsn't quite clear, certainly for Cortex, used to Vahian justice the latter would be familliar. \"And Cortex, Phos, your Italic continues to impress me, copy Chaeron's accent though, being around Anaxavian proncunciation will help you. She drains her glass, popping it down on a small occasional table. \"Is there anything else for which you require the consillium's Herald?\" "
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"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n\n\nFlash nods as she speaks, listening intently to her words. As she mentions the growth of his Italian, he can only smile softly and bow his head humbly. As she questions them of any further use of her, he places his palms together and bows slightly towards her while in a sitting position, \"I have no further questions at this time, Lady Herald. However... do you have anything to tell us... as Vox, and not the Consillium's Herald?\" \n\nHe sits back in his seat, and picks up his glass of scotch, which he hasn't drank from yet, and downs it in one gulp."
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{
"author": "Nuada",
"message": "Vox Populi raises an arch eyebrow, \"Why Cortex Flas, whoever said I hadn't. Simply be careful, not everybody in the consillium supported this democratic change in the consillium's policy.\" "
},
{
"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n\n\nFlash gave her another foxy grin as he winked and moved over to the cart to refill his drink. With his back to her, he speaks softly, \"Thank you, Vox... it is as always, much appreciated.\" "
},
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"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n\nChaeron frowns at the mention of vampires, murmuring \"Disgusting aberrations.\" under his breath. He downs the last of his bourbon and slumps back in his chair. He sighs, scratches his head, and looks around the room. His mind wanders to how silly the four of them would look lined up beside one another. That makes him smile for a moment. He focuses back to the conversation at hand, which seems to have deteriorated quite a bit in his opinion. With a shuffling he repositions himself in his chair. He folds his hands together on the table. \"It all seems rather cut and dry to me, though I might like to know if you, uh, know when we can expect to receive a specific task or function?\" Suddenly introspective \"Though I do enjoy to do my own thing.\" "
},
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"author": "Nuada",
"message": " \"Whenever,\" Vox speaks in her cut glass accent, \"the Consillum requires your services Leigeman Chaeron. Though speaking personally I doubt you'll have to wait for too long, people both for and against this experiment will be wanting to test you.\n\nAnother thing. It is required by the consillium that new cabals present thier sigil and name to the consillium by the monthly council following their formation. Do it faster. If you want to stick around, set yourselves in concrete.\" "
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"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n\nChaeron nods, steepling his fingers \"You are wise as ever, Madame Herald.. You remind me, though, and stop me if I'm stepping out of bounds, but the councillor for the Guardians was the only one opposed to our forming of this cabal. Are they being tight-fisted as usual, or is their anything else you can tell us of that?\" "
},
{
"author": "Nuada",
"message": "Vox puts her glass down with a distinct and even resolute click. \"The Guardians seek to protect the mysteries. From that first principle you should begin to extrapolate their politics. It is not my place to spoon feed you. The first test of surviving on your own will be avoiding those who didn't want you there in the first place.\" "
},
{
"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n\n\nFlash bows his head as the topic switches over towards the Guardian's, forcing him to take a deep breathe. Coughing into his fist, he looks up and takes a sip out of his glass. Slowly he moved back over to his seat next to Phosphorous and sat down... waiting patiently til Vox excused herself.\n\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI use bold'ed text for all of my dialogue, and generally like to add color to enhance it. It's how I've always posted, and I'm very comfortable with the format I use.\n "
},
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"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n\nChaeron grins sheepishly, spreading his hands. He'd assumed as much about the Guardians and their Veil, but considered the question worth asking. He expresses as much. \"I'd imagined you might say as much, a question left unasked is a question left unanswered. I uhh... No further questions.\" "
},
{
"author": "Wraithkin",
"message": " White Phosphorus - Keeper of Secrets \n\nPhos looks absolutely bored, staring at his glass, with a finger tapping the base of it idly. Inside his head, his mind is afire with code theory and planning, so even though the tablet is put away, he is still working. A slight impatient sigh can be heard by the man next to him, even though Phos' lips remain closed. Phos looks at Flash with a tired sidelong glance, giving form to his irritation at having to wait before he can resume coding. Without even realizing it, his finger begins to tap out in Morse, repeating the same pattern over and over.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFor those who know morse, it's S. S. D. D.\n "
},
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"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nAs the conversations continue, Tinkerbell begins to look more and more like an ogre at a tea party. Eventually he blurts out, \" But... but.. Well, I'm sorry, but I must still be missing something. Perhaps my mentor failed to prepare me, but my grasp of these political affairs is well, lacking. \"\n\n Perhaps the Guardians have done their job well in my case... \n\nTinkerbell rubs his face with his massive paw and finally augments his previous statements, \" ... we are supposed to be a cabal. We would only have been formed if the Consillium wanted us to do something or to prepare to do something. I mean... other than coming up with a sigil and a catchy name, we have no tasks. For all they care we can simply sit around and play bridge? \"\n\nTinkerbell used to play bridge with his parent all the time, but eventually got sick of being the 'dummy' all the time. After a moment, he corrects himself, \" Not that we would. I've got so much research I'd like to finish. \" And... I'd love to pick their brains a bit and learn a bit of their arcanum... "
},
{
"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n\n\nFlash looks towards Tinkerbell, \"The Consillium has several duties for us, and several members of the Senior Council most likely have several tasks they want us to perform. However, they are obviously giving us a bit of time to establish ourselves in the city. Myself and Phosphorous only arrived here three months ago, and have been very busy supervising several projects at our home, and our new place of business. Drawing up rune's takes time, I'm afraid.\" \n\nHe smirks, \"And no, I highly doubt they would take to us playing bridge on our spare time, with a smile. They want us to be productive. Establish ourselves into the workings of the city, get to know people... make contacts, resources, and most importantly... prepare for what is to come. That takes a little bit of time, and even a month is not enough.\" \n\nHe takes another large gulp of his drink, \"I would suspect some of our most difficult tasks, yet to come, will be from the Guardian's. We must all be vigilant.\" "
},
{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nTinkerbell clenches his fists and unclenches them several time, no doubt part of some anger management protocol. After 5 or 6 of these, he takes a deep breath and exhales slowly then says, \" Thank you for taking the time to explain it again. \" He pauses and continues, \" Forgive me, I but I have little patience for these games. Our time here is limited and it seems a waste to spend it alternately obfuscating and revealing everyone's true intentions. \"\n\nTinkerbell takes another deep breath and upon exhale lowers his head down so he is looking at the floor away from everyone's probing eyes and says, \" Very well, lets get down to business. \""
},
{
"author": "Nuada",
"message": " \"Ahh the Arrow is direct. Unfortunately we live in a world populated with Crowns, Masks, Books and Thrones. That you will have to live with. I am afraid that I shll now leave you to your deliberations and conversation. This room is yours for as long as you want it. Please tell the Sentinal on duty when you leave, it is Pericles I believe.\" Vox stands to go but turns on one exquisite heel as she reaches the door. \"I'll see you at Florians tomorrow for lunch, two o'clock. And Good Luck.\" She bows and leaves."
},
{
"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n \"As always, Lady Herald, it has been a pleasure. Thank you for your guidance.\" He bows to her as she leaves, and he quietly shuts the door behind her. Letting out a long breathe he turns around faces the others, \"Sorry 'bout that, gotta keep the mask on when the big-wigs are flapping their mouths.\" He chuckles softly as he moves back over to the drink cart.\n\n \"Phos, you can get back to work. No more people to play niceties to. Make sure that coding is finished by 9:13. We have a deadline to meet.\" He clinks to fresh pieces of ice into his cup as he pours the alcohol over it.\n\nSlowly he turns around, \"Well... looks like we got a few things to hammer out, no? Might as well get started.\" He walks over and takes his seat again, \"We have three things on our agenda. First, organizing our Cabal. This includes naming it, setting up our internal infrastructure, and handling all of our internal systems. Second, we must organize ourselves, our contacts, and what resources we bring into the Cabal. Third, we need to set our goals for the Cabal. \n \"Don't let the Herald, or anybody from the Senior Council fool you... everyone wants to either see this project go up in flames, or come out on top. Meeting the Consillium's goals in one things, but unless we strap our own goals onto that... it's worthless for us.\" He cracks his knuckles as he pulls out a tablet laptop exactly like Phosphorous's and sets it on the tablet, as he opens it, he adds a secondary projector component onto the side of it, and displays what is on the screen on the far wall.\n\n \"Let's begin with step 1. The Cabal. We need a name, and an internal structure. This includes leadership, and departmentalizing.\" "
},
{
"author": "Wraithkin",
"message": " White Phosphorus - Keeper of Secrets \n\nSighing in relief, he leans down grabbing his hardened computer case and sets it on the table with a bit of exasperation. \"Finally\" can be heard escaping his lips as he pulls out the tablet, inverts it to look like a regular computer, snags a roll-out keyboard and flops it on the table. An optical trackball is set up next to the keyboard, and with the push of a single button, the screen flares to life. Sighing, a few minor gestures are made, and his eyes gleam faintly for a moment and he smiles as he looks down at the keyboard.\n\nIn moments, the tapping of Phos' fingers on the polymer keyboard forms a sort of background thrumming, where individual keystrokes cannot be distinguished. Even as he pounds the remaining fire liquid in his snifter in a single gulp, his fingers continue to scream across the keyboard. His fingers are a blur as he works on code that he has a very short time to complete.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUsing One Mind, Two Thoughts. removed the roll because for whatever reason, it doesn't like 6d10. I'll be rolling on the OOC page.\n "
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"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n \"Well, I took a cue from you, Flash, and told about myself and my skills. Of course, I'm the only one to do so as of yet. So far I know that you're good at making nice to the politicians, Phosphorous is good at typing and making chairs bigger, and Tinkerbell's good at looking uncomfortable... Oh, and Death magic.\" He sighs, realizing he's coming off as annoyed. He takes a deep breath. \"I just think we should expand on our introductions is all. We are going to be working together, or in all likelyhood, hanging together.\" "
},
{
"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n\n\nFlash blinks and looks towards Chaeron, and then smiles, \"Sorry, I tend to follow a pretty straight format... by-the-book coding was always a specialty.\" he coughs into his fist and looks over, \"I'll speak for Phosphorous... as he hates social niceties, more then Bell's apparent distaste for lycanthropes. Aside from what I've already told you, I'm a computer specialist. Whether it's coding, web design, building, or software... I know it. I can hack any system shy of a government supercomputer, and even then... give me a little time and I'll make a noticeable crack before I have badges marching on my door.\" \n\nHe smirks, \"Born and bred in Vah, I've had a computer in my hand since I was old enough to be introduced to them in primary. I've been walking the magical-scene for about 7 years now, and I'm rather heavy into the Consillium. I've assisted the Consillium in modernizing a lot of their infrastructure, and upgrading from the old ways of things, to the new. I'm made sizeable donations in keeping the orders up to date of technological advancements... and I'm one of the main administrative support staff for the computerization of the Consillium's monitoring capabilities.\n\n\"You were right, I'm very political. I was going to address most of this come Step 2 of our discussion here... but I suppose making this Step 1 is best... as it allows for a more comforting feel. I plan to someday sit on the Senior Council as the representative of the Mysterium... it's my goal in life, and one I've been working very soundly towards. I'm well known in the Consillium, and rather well liked, I hope.\" With that, Flash pushes a button and you watch as the projector screen displays a file on Flash. There are several areas with black marks concealing the information... but aside from that, you see confirmation of anything he has already said displayed on the outline of the file.\n\n \"Phosphorous is from Russia, though he came over to Vah in his early childhood. He holds the same affinity for modern technology as me, and together we've made sizable gains in our tour of the cyber-realms together. Phosphorous is currently working towards his Mastery of Matter Magics, where as I am focused on Space Magics. I dabble in a bit of Prime, most trying to learn how to enchant and imbue objects... though that's a bit of a ways off for me, whereas he focus's his extra power towards the Mind powers.\" Flash hits another button and it displays a file on Phosphorous... with several more blacked out areas then Flash's file. Hitting another button, they both erase from the projector and it's left on the same screen as before.\n\n \"Aside from the basics... we own a chain of gaming stores in several different countries. Mostly retailing in Comic Books and Fantasy-genre collectibles... it has been a key part of our expanding of the Supernal World into the modern world. After all, it's easier to look for the next Sleeper turned Mage, when you are looking at those who already have a thin veil between reality and the sleeping realms. We are rather busy men, and have several key projects that require a lot of coding work, and constant updating... along with our own personal studies and fixated research.\" \n\nHe lets out a soft breathe, \"Was there anything else you'd like to know about us?\" "
},
{
"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n\nChaeron listens intently, and shakes his head smiling when Flash finishes \"More than sufficient.\" "
},
{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nTinkerbell relaxes a bit, sitting up a bit straighter. When Chaeron's marginalizes Tinkerbell, Tinkerbell doesn't take it sitting down. In fact he stands up and lunges forward till he is right in front of Chaeron, looking down upon the man. Realizing he must look a bit like a grim reaper brings a slight smirk to Tinkerbell's face and disrupts the rash action Tinkerbell was going to take.\n\nTinkerbell allows his anger to fade a bit as Flash goes into his abilities and Tinkerbell is somewhat surprised by all the technology these mages choose to employ. Sure Tinkerbell used some of it in school and when working in his clinic, he hasn't even turned on a television in over a year, much less checked his old email accounts.\n\nTinkerbell's upper lip twitches once or twice and finally he turns his back on Chaeron and tries a more detailed explanation of himself...\n\n\" I'm from a county northwest of here. I moved into Anaxenev and setup my Sanctum late last year. Before my awakening I went to college for Veterinary Medicine and ran a clinic for a short time. As you might deduce, I've got a firm grasp on the basics of science and academics as would be required to graduate. \"\n\nTinkerbell pauses to take several deep breaths and walks over and seems to examine something on the wall while he continues, \" I am but a disciple of death with lesser control over matter and spirit. I too know a little of the occult, mostly what I've learned since my awakening. \"\n\nTinkerbell turns, throwing off his hood and says, \" I am obviously tall, but due to my lack manual dexterity, I have consistently failed to make the basketball team. \"\n\nObviously coming up short trying to sell himself, Tinkerbell finally adds, \" I know the dead tongue, commonly known as High Speech, the language of magic. \""
},
{
"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n\nChaeron is reasonably startled by Tinkerbell. His eyes widen and he scrunches up in the chair, putting his hands up. \"Hey now, man, sorry... No offense intended.\" When Tinkerbell turns away from him to speak, Chaeron slowly readjusts himself in his chair, frowning. When Tinkerbell finishes speaking \"Well, I'm glad to meet a fellow practitioner of Death magics. I apologise for my remarks earlier, I really didn't mean to upset you. I'm not used to working with strangers.\" "
},
{
"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n\n\nFlash watches Tinkerbell's reaction with a calculating gaze, and listens intently as they speak, \"I will warn both of you now, as I often do anyone I first meet. I have both audio and video recorders on my person... multiple recorders. I record all actions in a field around me... as such, I review all recordings at a later time, and keep a set video log of my life. Because of that, if you ever wish to speak to me privately, without being recorded, it will be prompt of you to ask me to censor my recordings as I go over them. All Consillium business, is of course, censored information.\" \n\nHe cracks his knuckles, \"Like Tinkerbell, I am schooled in both the High Speech of Atlantean, and versed in the art of Rune-drawing. If either of you have Sanctums, as Tinkerbell obviously does... I would be more then happy to setup a Ward across the premises so that no one may divine on the area. However, that is Step 2.\" \n\nHe smiles, \"I think we have come back around to Step 1, of the Cabal. Let us start simply with a name. Do either of you have any suggestions?\" "
},
{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nTinkerbell raises an eyebrow at Flash's offer and says, \" I appreciate the offer, but I, as I suspect you understand, am not willing to let you into my sanctum and allow you to just setup wards that I don't fully understand. \"\n\nTinkerbell scratches his chin as he says, \" As to a name for the cabal... I am a bit at a loss. What are the other cabal's named? Must the name have significance of special meaning? Rather than waste away our lives trying to think of something catchy, why not simply use something more utilitarian? Anaxenev Cabal #4, or whatever. \"\n\nTinkerbell smirks slightly and then offers, \" Well, we don't want something grandiose which might provoke the Guardians, perhaps something subdued and defeatist? 'The Lost Boys'? \""
},
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"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n\nChaeron smiles lightly \"A good suggestion. We are of numerous walks of life, so my suggestion is 'The Variorum Project,' Variorum meaning 'Of Various People.'\" "
},
{
"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n\n\n\nFlash nods slightly at each of them as they make their suggestions, as he casually types on the roll-up keyboard displaying the three suggestions on the wall. He does take a moment to look towards Tinkerbell, \"I understand your reasonings well enough... it was merely an offer to help you with your defenses. I'm sure as you come to know me more, and my magics, you might trust with the task. It's something I offer openly to both of you... which will be address in Step 2.\" He smiles wide, a good-natured jest to his ability to always bring things right back around to his step-by-step programs.\n\n \"I had a little time to draft up my own recommendations for our name... however, I can assure you Tinkerbell, our name won't be of any concern to the Guardians. Unless we plan on giving our name out to Sleeper's, of course. Though, the Consillium might take offense if we give ourselves a mocking name to the traditions of the Orders.\n\n\"As to my suggestions, and Phos's by extension, I would like to build upon Chaeron's. Your suggestion is fine, and I approve highly of it. It sounds nice, and carries a solid ground of power with it. As well, it sounds rather modern... and anything I can do or say, to make these robe-wearing spell-slingers see the light of the modern era, I'm completely for.\" He smiles and chuckles softly, \"My suggestion on top of Chaeron's, is a representing symbol of our Cabal. For that, I would like to represent the Atlantean Rune for the Number 4. As there are four of us, and together we form the base foundation for everything that our cabal will become.\" \n\nHe hits a button and the rune pops up on the screen*, \"Simply my suggestion...\" He casually tosses his gaze over to Phosphorous before looking back to the other two without saying a word to his partner-in-crime, \"Phosphorous agrees that it would be a good combination.\" \n\n\n-----------\n\n\n*- This is my depiction of the rune. Side note to that, this is the Nordic Rune for Mannaz, which represents the association and deployment of many people to accomplish goals. Thought it would be a funny little thing to add.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \n "
},
{
"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n \"I'm pleased you like it.\" He's smiling as if he didn't expect it go over well. \"Your suggestion for a sigil is perfect, in my opinion. I approve.\" "
},
{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nTinkerbell nods at the sigil gesturing with at it says, \" That I like. Simple and not very revealing. Vox mentioned something about setting it in concrete. Do you think we are expected to produce a physical instance of this rune? \"\n\nTinkerbell leans back as much as possible without breaking the chair and says, \" I'm not so sure about the name, I'd have preferred something less ... \" TInkerbell struggles for the right word eventually adding, \" ... less um.. latin, and maybe a little more comprehensible. \"\n\nTinkerbell shrugs and then adds, \" But as I said earlier, 'Cabal number 4' would be acceptable, and so I would like to spend no more time I this. \""
},
{
"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n \n\"Let us come back to the specific name, for now allow us to simply let the Sigil represent us. We may come back to the name at the end of our meeting and vote on it. As to 'concrete', I am sure Vox was simply saying we needed to settle all of our internal affairs. Such as the saying of putting everything into stone, so it doesn't change. \n \"Now, onto the real meat and potatoes of the Cabal. Structure. Since there are four us... the best way to handle these affairs is a setup like the Senior Council. With all four of us, the main four, being the Senior Council of the Cabal. From there, we vote on any issue that affects us, or the Consillium. Anytime we vote, there must be a majority rule, which means 3 to 1 votes, to have something happen.\n\n\"This means that when we vote on subjects, there is a large chance we will tie. Because of this, we need a tie-breaker. Obviously it can't be anyone outside of the Cabal, and must be one of us. In the event of ties, instead of squabbling, bickering, and otherwise causing serious internal issues, the matter shall be turned to this person to decide our course of action.\" \n\nFlash pauses to allow the others to soak up what he has said, and say whatever they might desire to on the subject."
},
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"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n Meat and potatoes ... mmmm \n\nTinkerbell raises and eyebrow and then shakes his head slowly in disagreement, \" You seem to be advocating a 'leader' or someone who would, in essence, get a second vote. I not believe that particular step is needed at this time. \" Using his left hand, Tinkerbell traces a scar on his right hand and then says, \" If three of the four of us can not be convinced of the wisdom of an action, that action may not be as wise as its advocates might think. \"\n\nAfter taking another deep breath, Tinkerbell asks, \" I am willing to accept 3 to 1 decisions, but I would consider a 'tie' to be a failed vote. I would like to know what sort of actions one would need cabal approval on. We obviously do not want to meet and vote before every action. We must be free to do some things under our own authority. I would hope we can prepare dinner without the Cabal's oversight. \""
},
{
"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n \"I agree with your latter point... and that's something on the agenda. What we need to vote on, and what we need not vote on. Peppered points... really, but still something we must be willing to look at. As to what I think we should be voting on... mostly it would voting on when we place the Cabal in a situation, or when someone wants to say that they having the backing of our Cabal. We can't simply allow any of us, or anyone we know, to say that we are fully backing them on an issue, without first discussing it.\n\n\"That is the type of thing I refer to when we would need to vote on things. It's not as if I can simply waltz up a vampire coven, and go on and on about how I have the Consillium's full support and backing, without first discussing it with them. We don't want anyone bringing shame on us, without first setting the agenda.\n\n\"Phosphorous actually had the same lines of thought as you on the representation of a Leader, Tinkerbell. I honestly felt that a simple dependence of tie separating a point, is a degree of auxiliary that was simply wrong, and was harmful to a situation. However, that is what this discussion is about. Working out the kinks, and all.\" "
},
{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nTinkerbell just sits and looks at Flash for a good 30 seconds trying to figure out what he just said. Did he agree? Wait, no Phosphorous agrees. Okay, that's good. Does he disagree? I guess thats the only option left. \n\nTinkerbell shakes his head to clear the confusion and agrees with the part he understood, \" I concur, we should consult with and acquire the cabal's approval before telling anyone we have the cabal's approval. I would take it a step further and suggest that one should consult the cabal before entering a Vampire coven, regardless of what they intend to say. Provoking the other, .. um.. residents of Anaxenev is something that should be carefully considered. \"\n\nTinkerbell then looks to Phosphorous and says, \" I'm glad to hear you agree, but... \" He turns and looks back to Flash adding, \" I'm unsure of what your exact concern was. \""
},
{
"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n\n\nFlash smiles slightly, \"Hell, I will completely agree with you on that point. We shouldn't even be talking to any supernatural groups without Consillium approval. There is a truce, like the Herald stated, and despite any of our personal goals... our first loyalties are the Consillium, and it's progression.\n\n\"As to my concern? I am simply concerned that if we come to a point that any of us fill is high-priority, and it's simply shunted, not due to majority rule, but to a technicality, like a tie... it will cause issues. I am more then happy to lay down any thoughts about a tie-breaker member, as I'm not married to the idea... I just want to make sure my thoughts to it are stated, and everyone is aware of the concern.\" "
},
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"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n \"I agree with the concept of a tie-breaker. We may have important decisions to render, as we will be leading what may become an influential cabal full of young mages. We can't just allow no choice to be made on what could be an important decision, all for the reason of split opinions. However, I do not know any of you well enough to recommend anyone for that position. It seems to me that we might cycle the position among we four, perhaps monthly, at least until such point that one of us stands out to the others as qualified to hold the position longer.\" "
},
{
"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium Flash \n\n\nFlash nods slightly towards Chaeron for the support on the issue, \"I can agree to the concept of cycling us each in the position, as we get to know eachother, and to allow each person to understand the weights that sit on the persons shoulder that must hold the position fulltime. Since there are four of us, it would be wise the for the first four months of our standing, one of us will hold the position each month. Then at the end of the four months, we will vote on who we believe should hold the position.\n\n\"For purposes of unbiased slotting of who gets what months... we should simply go alphabetically. With Chaeron this month, then myself, then Tinkerbell, and then Phosphorous. What are your thoughts Tinkerbell? Phosphorous is willing to give this four months to see if it pans out or not.\" "
},
{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nTinkerbell looks down at the floor for a while during Flash and Chaeron's comments, but once they've had their say he looks up adding, \" Having a tie breaker amongst us seems to invite an abuse of power. Any issue so urgent and critical should be the sort of thing it would be easy to get a unanimous vote on, not the sort of thing you would have to worry about having a tie'. \"\n\nTinkerbell straightens his legs, stretching them and then adds, \" It would seem we have our first disagreement. The question is, how do we resolve it, seeing as the disagreement is regarding how to resolve disagreements. \"\n\nLooking back to Chaeron, Tinkerbell adds, \" I am not opposed to resolving ties, just to having a single representative of this body have that power, even if it rotates. I think consolidation of power like that results in repression of discussion and does not encourage distribution of knowledge. \"\n\nTinkerbell clenches his fist and relaxs before adding, \" Anyone sponsoring an issue before this body would need only convince the Tie Breaker and one other member and would need not even bother discussing the issue with the remaining two members. Perhaps something which spreads the power instead of consolidating it? \"\n\n\" Upon a tie, if the sponsor of an issue feels that the issue is critical and that this body made the wrong decision, I would suggest that this body then bring in an outside tie breaker. Perhaps bringing it to a full vote of all cabal members, including lesser members, apprentices, and such. \""
},
{
"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n\nChaeron nods as Tinkerbell speaks, spreading his hands \"Your concerns echo my own, friend. Your idea is truly the most democratic approach. A cabal-wide vote may serve our purposes. However, I must disagree with bringing in outside assistance in our decision-making. We've been given this amount of power to make decisions, and to allow anyone else to do it for us would be, I feel, betraying the amount of trust placed in us by the Concillium.\" He sighs \"If only there were 5 of us. Forgive me, but my next suggestion is a bit based on my secondary arcanum.\" He digs in his pocket and pulls out a coin \"If we mortals can not decide then perhaps we shall allow for Fate to do it for us? Not so official as a tie-breaker or a large vote, but there can be no question as to the outcome. Just so long as we are all careful that no magical influence be placed upon the coin-toss.\" He frowns as if he's not a huge fan of the idea."
},
{
"author": "Wraithkin",
"message": " White Phosphorus - Keeper of Secrets \n\nAs the conversation progresses, Phos looks up at his friend and his typing halts. Something has definitely drawn his attention. \"A rotation of authority will only create moments of personal agenda accomplishment, even though it may only be on a subconscious level. Instead of authority rotation, we have exclusion rotation. This way there will always be three voting seats, only no imbalance of power will be present. The fourth member will be able to present arguments and data that will support their position, but no actual vote-bearing authority will be there. This is the only viable solution I see so at all times there is an equal balance of authority.\" He speaks quietly still, no emotion sitting within his voice. His lips barely move, and his hands never leave the keyboard.\n\nComments said, he stands as he grabs his snifter. Draining the last of the fire liquid in it, he walks to the cart and refreshes his drink. Walking back to his chair, he sits back down and resumes working on the computer. \" I anticipate forty-three minutes until completion on the last matrix. Compilation is expected to run eighteen minutes and forty-five seconds.\" He mutters almost idly as background thrumming of his typing nearly drowns out his voice."
},
{
"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n\n\n\nFlash lifts his hand and rubs his jawline, contemplating all that was being said as he looked towards Phosphorous. Shaking his head he smirks, \"Good timing. I finished the other two last night, you'll find them on the eighth redundancy drive, password is Matchstick . One word, capital m.\" He looks back to the others, \" I am highly opposed to the thought of an outsider being used as a tiebreaker, as is Phosphorous. I do like the idea of using the subordinates of the Cabal to cast a popularity vote in with our own. As to only using three people, I don't believe that is feasible. It will of course allow for an odd-number vote, which is good for progression... but it is out of line, for peoples thoughts and feelings. We are all equal, and to exclude one of us our rightful vote... well, I don't need to say what happens to people when they allow their darker thoughts to take control.\n\n\"As of right now, it's moot considering that we are the only ones part of the group... however it warrants documenting for when we do have under-followers.\n\n\"How about this? In the event of a tie, if two or more members decide that issue must be given more consideration then it was before... then they may call for a secondary vote after supplying their own reasons behind it. If at the time, the other two members still feel that it is not good enough to sway their votes... then the issue is put to rest. Then, as we gain more people into our group... we will create a voting slot as an invisible fifth chair to the circle of four, that we represent. The fifth chair, will be a group vote from everyone in the cabal, with majority deciding the sway. That way we won't need a tie-breaker out of the cabal itself, and it will appease our subordinates, when we have them, that their opinions and thoughts hold representation to us. A literal proof, if you will.\n\n\"How does that sound? Bell's idea is rather sound in that regard.\" "
},
{
"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n\nChaeron has taken to flipping and catching his coin, seemingly interested by the results, still paying attention however. \"I am in concurrence with Flash on his latest proposal. It not only gives us time to re-evaluate an issue, but will also, as he said, make our subordinates feel as a part of the decision making process, from time to time. After all,\" he smiles, catching his coin. Heads. \"If we are to take this conversation into account, then we may need the votes of our cabal as a whole more often than we might anticipate.\" "
},
{
"author": "Wraithkin",
"message": " White Phosphorus - Keeper of Secrets \n\nNodding, he continues working without a hiccup in movement. While typing, he glances at Flash and then looks back to his screen."
},
{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nTinkerbell nods and smiles when the idea of a rotating absence is proposed. Yes, excellent However, after the others speak, he agrees with them, \" I concur that a rotating absent member would serve to marginalize them, even if it might allow for them to squeeze in some much needed research. \"\n\nEventually Tinkerbell comes to understand the convoluted speech of Flash and also agrees with his version of Tinkerbell's own idea. \" Yes, a delayed vote, with the secondary vote allowing the for the fifth chair. Let us hope that when our cabal grows we will have an odd number of members. \" Either that or a number of odd member... \n\nTinkerbell sits up straight again and asks another question, to move the discussion along, \" What will happen should one of us be absent due to injury, illness, or any of the other unexpected things that can happen? Will two of the three votes result in a tie or would that result in passage? Or perhaps we will fail decide that we don't have a quorum in that case? \""
},
{
"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n\nChaeron contemplates this a moment. \"Perhaps a representative from the general cabal, elected by the cabal.\" He pockets his coin, tapping his chin with a finger, absent-mindedly smelling the hand that held the coin. Metallic. \"Though we should hold elections only in the case of absence. Were we to make a constant office of that position then we may find a 5th member on our council.\" "
},
{
"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n \"Well, much like the Consillium's Council... if someone doesn't show up to represent themselves, they must either send someone in their place to vote for them, or their vote is simply discounted. I believe, like the Senior Council... we should have a monthly meeting to bring up things we need to vote on... and if pressings matters arise, we can call together an emergency meeting of us. We should all have preparations in such cases that we don't think we can make it to a meeting.\n\n\"If someone is absent, and they have not assigned anyone to sit in proxy for them... then there would only be a voting of those assembled. If, say for instance, Tinkerbell missed our monthly meeting. If he also didn't assign a proxy, then when we voted on an issue, his vote would simply not count. If myself and Phosphorous agreed on a certain point, and put on votes on an issue, yet Chaeron voted against us... then majority would rule in favor and mine and Phosphorous's decision.\n\n\"I see no reason to give any sort of special attention outside of that. I also don't think we need either this... representative for the Cabal. We are all representatives of the Cabal and, as Senior members, we are capable making temporary decisions until such that time a formal meeting can be called. Also, I see no reason for a 5th member. The fifth chair of our Senior Council should be an invisible seat. We cast a vote among our lessers, and then the majority ruling of that vote, will decide how the invisible seat votes.\" "
},
{
"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n \"Ah, you mistake my meaning. I no more desire a 5th member of our council than you do. The point I was trying to make is that if we were to allow the other members of our cabal to elect a constant substitute councilor, then we might find our decision making power contested by the rest of the cabal.\" He sits back, steepling his fingers \"I agree with your proposal, however. It is simple, and unobtrusive. I only can hope that we shall never find an emergency situation wherein one or more of us is unaccounted for.\" "
},
{
"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n \"No more then I do, Chaeron, no more then I. However, that's where we come down to all... and we must trust eachother. Not trust eachother to do what's politically correct, or what is financially correct... but what is right. To steal a proverb of a late mentor of mine... we must do what is right, not what is easy.\" \n\nHe smiles slightly."
},
{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nTinkerbell sways his head side to side as if sloshing something around inside it and then says, \" I like the idea of a proxy, but I am opposed to allowing this body to vote without either. What is to stop this body from holding an impromptu meeting and voting on some critical issue when one of the issue's opponents is known to unavailable to and unable to designate a proxy.\" \n\n\" I suggest that only at regularly scheduled meetings, with absentee members, should a 2-1 vote be allowed to pass. I further suggest that at any impromptu meetings, the 3 vote majority is needed, even if only 3 members are present. \""
},
{
"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n\nChaeron sighs thoughtfully \"Flash stated, and I agree with him, that we must learn to trust one another.\" He pauses a second \"At least until that time, however, your idea is acceptable to me.\" He slumps back in his chair, hoping they can all soon come to an agreement."
},
{
"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n\n\nFlash scratches his jaw as he one-handedly types on his computer, listening as the others speak. As Chaeron speaks, he lets out a sigh, \"Well... while I am, reluctant to this... I am comforted that someone is willing to revisit on the subject. I believe we have covered a lot of ground... allow me to recap. Let us put all this to a vote. If you will turn your attention to the display on the wall, this is what we are voting on.\" \n Cabal Name: The Variorum Project \n Sigil: Atlantean Rune for the #4 \n Senior Council: 4 Members of the Cabal. As represented by the original founders. Council Members may elect proxy's to sit in their seat in their absence. Unless due to permanent absence , and the lack of a standing scion to your chair... new Council Members may be voted in at a majority vote of the remaining Council. \n Note: An invisible fifth chair exists, who's vote is cast in the majority outcome of a cabal-wide vote. No real person holds this position, and no influence may be cast from this seat.\n \n Agenda of Meetings: Monthly Meetings shall be stated arranged and scheduled at least 1 Month in advance of each meeting. Meaning, that the time and place of the next meeting will be announced at the end of each meeting. Old Business shall be conducted at the beginning of each scheduled meeting, followed by Current Internal Affairs, followed by New Business.\n\nAt all regularly scheduled meetings, a majority vote of the Senior Council (3/5) shall be the ruling of each piece of business. If a Council Member misses a regularly schedule meeting, a majority vote is still counted as a decision.\n\nAt all emergency meetings, every voting must be cast, as if at a regularly scheduled meeting, with all Council Members in attendance. Even if a Council Member is absent from the proceedings, it must be acted as if they are there, and their vote is in opposition. \n Note: Emergency Meetings may be called, and arranged within 1 day of announcement. \n Important Note: If a Senior Member is not present for a meeting; either due to disability, unspecified reasons, or other pressing matters. They have the option to elect a proxy to sit in their seat, and cast their vote for them however the proxy sees fit. \n\n\nFlash coughs slightly into his fist, \"You'll have to excuse the crudeness of it, usually I'm pretty decent with my presentations. I'll make it much more respectable looking after we have everything set. Unless I'm missing anything here... let's put it to a vote. Everyone in favor of everything listed here?\" \n\nFlash raises his hand."
},
{
"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n\nChaeron promptly raises his hand. \"I'm in favor of ending closing this topic and moving on, I see nothing in this outline that cannot be ironed out at a later time, if found to be unsatisfactory.\" "
},
{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nBefore raising his hand, Tinkerbell says, \" I am in favor of what you have printed there, but I wonder if we shouldn't attempt a first draft of guidelines regard what sort of things should be brought before this body. \""
},
{
"author": "Wraithkin",
"message": " White Phosphorus - Keeper of Secrets \n\nSighing at being interrupted again , and dismissively raises his hand for a moment, then goes back to typing."
},
{
"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support\n \n \"Phosphorous, and I, also believe that it's getting time cut this meeting short. We have several things on our agenda for the evening already.\" He smiles as he lowers his hand, \"Looks like we have a full majority for the implementing of these provisions. As, well... a majority vote to put this meeting to a close for the day.\" \n\nHe smiles as he reaches into his robes and pulls out two black business cards and hands them to Tinkerbell and Chaeron. They read:\n\n\n Comic Consillium\nWhere every wizard has his day! \n \"You will find the address to our local branch on there, and on the back you will find my Consillium cell-phone number, and my email address for anything you might wish to contact me about. Please do not hesitate to call me if you need anything, as I am available to either of you if you would like warding placed on your dwellings and/or sanctums, as well as anything else I can offer you.\n\n\"Also, do not forget we have a meeting with the Lady Herald at 2:00pm, at Florians. Best to not be late.\" He smiles as he begins packing up his gear, and taking off of his robes to reveal a rather blank outfit of black denim jeans, and a simple black buttonup shirt over a white-t. \"Always gotta look my best for the bigwigs.\" He comments as he stuffs the robes into a backpack he's wearing along with his gear.\n\nHe looks around to see if there is anything else that is needed of him."
},
{
"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n\nChaeron glances at the card as he stands. He puts it in his pocket as he bends down to pick up his sidepack, and sling it onto his shoulder. \"Well, it was a pleasure to meet you gentlemen. I'm interested to see how this pans out. If I need anything, I'll be in touch. See you tomorrow.\" Chaeron nods at his fellows, and starts for the door. Heading for the exit and his bicycle."
},
{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nWhen the meeting suddenly ends, Tinkerbell is at a loss for a few moments and then inquires, \" Obviously we could discuss the scope of our domain at the next meeting, but I should think that we should at least decide when , and perhaps where, our next meeting is before adjourning. \""
},
{
"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n\n\nFlash looks towards Tinkerbell, \"I am currently in negotiations for a building here in town... once I have hammered out the details, I will let you know. Everything should be arranged by tomorrow, before our meeting. I will let you know then.\" "
},
{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nTinkerbell raises an eyebrow at that and then says, \" Maybe I misunderstood, but I thought we were supposed to be equals, when did The Variorum Project direct you to make those arrangements? It would seem you are just going off and doing what you wish without consulting us. \"\n\nTinkerbell stands up, seeing as everyone else seem to be standing and he doesn't like to look up. He then adds, \" Even if we all agree on that location, which we have not, I would expect that you'd need input regarding our schedules. How else will the meeting be scheduled? \"\n\nSeeing everyone still inching towards the door, Tinkerbell then suggests, in a slightly louder voice, \" I really think we should remain and finish the discussion and hash out more of these details before you take complete control over The Variorum Project. You need to put the interests of this cabal above those of your mundane business dealings. \""
},
{
"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n\n\nFlash stops in his tracks as Tinkerbell talks, and he tilts his head slightly looking at the wall before looking back over his shoulder towards the man. Slowly he turns around and plants his feet a little bit, \"I would... expect a little gratitude here, Tinkerbell. I am going through immense financial annoyance to set usu p with a secure and proper place for our meetings. I have pre-arranged several different schedule calenders for us, which may vote on after tomorrows meeting with the Herald... and what I seem to be getting in return... is suspcion.\" \n\nHe stuffs his hands into his jean pockets, \"First, I'll thank you to keep your thoughts of my... mundane business dealings, to yourself, and what you think of my sympathic connection to this cabal to yourself as well. I have demonstrated nothing but blossoming devotion to this organization... while you have offered nothing but obstacles and hesitance. Allow me to be blunt... if you don't like the things I propose... give an alternative, because during our entire meeting here, you have offered nothing, and instead interjected innuendo of distrust.\n\n\"I'm not here to grasp yours reigns, and tell you what to do. I am helping us get on our road of greatness... and I would hope that, like Chaeron here, you would provide me with an inch of help and thanks. Now... this meeting has been adjourned due to a majority vote, and I have several... mundane business things to get to. If you perchance have something more constructive to add tomorrow at our meeting following the one with the Herald... then you may bring it up then.\" \n\nWith a tight-thin lipped look, Flash walks over to a second door that leads out of the room and lifts his hand, while chanting something soft under his breathe... and rhythmic chanting that builds up as he slows draws hand down through the air, cutting what looks like hole into the very reality of what was there*. Nothing but blackness exists on the other side as Flash gestures for Phosphorous to go through first, and then looks towards the others, \"Until tomorrow.\" He bows and then walks through the spatial rift, which after a few moments, seals up with a faint hiss of displaced air.\n\n\n----------\n\n Casting Rote Spell: Portal \n To: Intimate Location \n Success Needed: 1 \n Dice Pool: 3 + 0 + 3 = 6 \n Dice Penalty -2 \n*See OOC Thread for Rolls."
},
{
"author": "Wraithkin",
"message": " White Phosphorus - Keeper of Secrets \n\nPhos sighs as he unplugs his keyboard while the two men discuss their differences. The keyboard is rolled back up, the computer stashed, and the leather tote is hoisted over his shoulder. He walks towards Flash and towards the rift, and pauses for a moment and speaks without turning to look at Tinkerbell. \"Remember Tink, you don't know us, nor what we do. You merely know that we are expending our personal resources -- financial, time, and most importantly personal obscurity -- so this group as a whole can prosper and have a place where it is safe for us to conduct our business. We risk much, and you risk nothing. Some form of gratitude would be appropriate at a time like this.\" His voice cuts through the air like a knife, annoyance evident in his words. With that, he walks through the rift and disappears."
},
{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nOnce those Flash and Phosphorus have disappeared, Tinkerbell gives a howl of anger and smashes his fist down on the chair.\n\n\" That self centered egotistic ... Argh! \"\n\nTinkerbell howls again and clenches his fists looking for something to hit. \" Did he not pay attention? I offered quite a few suggestions, most designed to protect us. Can he not see that? Then he just up and leaves after claiming we voted to do so when, in fact, no one voted on that matter at all. He simply mentioned it, but we never brought it forward for a vote. \"\n\nThen Phosphorus' words come back to him... \" Ah, that... geek. Who is he to ignore the whole proceeding and then chide me for not appreciating the things they did that I didn't want them to do? No one asked them to risk anything. We had just decided not to go and take actions on behalf of the cabal and then what is the first thing they do? Before the meeting is even finished, I might add? They go and attempt to buy a building for the cabal? \"\n\n Why? Why does this have to happen to me. Tinkerbell collapses to his hands and knees and just stares at the ground. Why was I thrown in with these... these Mysteriumiacs? Now I'm stuck. No way out. *sigh* "
},
{
"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n\nChaeron had, of course, stuck around when Tinkerbell and Flash began their conversation. He had decided not to interject his own opinion, however. And he still remains at the end of it. Frowning, he leans up against the door jamb. \"I will agree with you on their egotism. And I'm not exactly sure how Phosphorous counts as a whole member of our cabal when it seems as if he and Flash share the same opinions most of the time... Honestly, Tinkerbell, I don't know any other Arrow mages who like to deliberate as much as you do. I'm ready to go home, which helped inspire my cooperation. I agree with many of Flash's ideas, but all of it could use work. And work we shall. I don't want to think that the two of them have an individual agenda, but let's be careful shall we?\" He sighs, standing up straight from his leaning position, and adjusts the shoulder strap on his sidepack. \"I have no intention of letting any individual, or even a couple of individuals lead this cabal exclusively. We must both remain vigilant. I will do what I think is right, no matter what. I hope you will do the same.\" He is quiet for a moment, contemplating, then says, \"I don't know man... Like I said, we'll be careful. You didn't have anything else to ask of me, did you?\" "
},
{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nTinkerbell looks up from his depressive collapse to find Chaeron still there. He struggle to his feet, regaining his composure and nods at Chaeron's soothing words. Almost smiling Tinkerbell, adds, \" I do not like deliberation, but I do not have it in me to just lay down and be rolled over by them. I must fight for what I believe and what I want. \"\n\nTinkerbell nods and says, \" I also agreed with most of the ideas, of course some of them were my own, so... But, in anycase, I wanted to hammer out some protections for the members before the package was agreed upon. I didn't want to take the chance that they would stifle further debate on the subject claiming 'it had been agreed upon'. \"\n\nTinkerbell sighs and says with a smile, \" I move to adjourn the meeting. \" He then raises his hand and says, \" Be safe. \"\n\nAssuming Chaeron either agrees to adjourn, or leaves(in which case Tink is the majority vote), Tinkerbell will leave as well. Tinkerbell walks home, taking a wide arc through the city, staying on streets with lots of traffic and avoiding dark alley."
},
{
"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n\nChaeron raises his own hand with a small smile. \"Meeting adjourned. It was nice meeting you, Tinkerbell. Until tomorrow.\" He turns, and leaves. Heading for his bicycle, and peddling off into some of the worst parts of town."
},
{
"author": "Nuada",
"message": "The day has dawned misty and chill, Mestr is invisble to the north and the Lido hovers ghostly to the south. At two o'clock in the Piazza Grande and the square is bustling. The sacrament of the temple of Khonsu-Tohut is ongoing, the insane chants of the priests waver at the edge of hearing distorting the brain toward cultic ecstasy. Across the square the bells of the Kroneum ring, their sonorous tones floating along the baroque cloisters surrounding shops and government buildings as people stream out of the pronaos.\n\nDressed in a white wool tunic dress, four inch heels with a white patent leather clutch and ravishing fuchsia overcoat the woman you know as Vox Populi exits the temple, removing a sheer headscarf as she kisses goodbye three other women. Smiling she stalks her way across the piazza towards those of you here early. Bidding you a good afternoon she kisses you on both cheeks.\n\n ”Hello, I do hope all is going well. Come sit inside, Janurary is always horrid isn't it. We're just lucky there's no Alta Aqua today.” She leads you to a table inside, simply nodding at the doorman and crosses her legs elegantly as she takes a table by a window with five seats, one of a noticably larger size than the others. Sitting in the beautifully rococo and c-respondingly uncomfortable chair with no apparent effort she catches a waiters eye as he passes. ”A macchiato thank you Carlo and” she looks over, ”for you?” "
},
{
"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n\nChaeron is just rolling up on a red bicycle when Vox exits the temple. He locks his bike up against a light post and walks over to her, and any others. He smiles at the traditional greetings, and follows Vox inside. He takes a seat at the table facing away from the window, setting down the same black sidepack you saw yesterday. He doesn't even look like he changed clothes. His hair is damp suggesting a recent shower. Looking up at the waiter \"Ah, um. Ice Water with Lemon.\" "
},
{
"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n\n\nFlash and Phosphorous seem to have already found a place at the table Vox chooses, having arrived early for the meeting. Flash stands gracefully as Vox approaches and gives her a customary greeting, while he's dressed in little more modern attire then the other day. A simple pair of straight legged black denim pants, with a rather tight-fit black-t displaying a pair of stick figures talking in 1's and 0's. A black-red tie is rung haphazardly around his neck, as he keeps an open dark green long-sleeved shirt over it all.\n\nHe smiles politely to his fellow cabal mates as he sees them. He holds up his own glass indicating he already had his drink with a polite and silent smile."
},
{
"author": "Nuada",
"message": " \"You continue to impress with your initiavtive Signor Flashy. Signor Chaeron, you look like you have been working, I'm sure your dedication is an example to us all.\" The drinks arrive with perfect innocuous servility. \"Grazie Carlo. I do appologise for being delayed service at Phoibe's altar cannot be rushed.\n\nWell we aren't all here so I'll save my good news and we can save the shop talk. Do take some time to look over the menus.\" She sips her drink as the drizzle starts to patter on the stones of the square and the orchestra resume their playing with Paganini's Quartet No. 4. \"Have any of you come here before? It really is an institution though becoming so popular with tourists. The price of living in a globalised world I suppose.\" "
},
{
"author": "Wraithkin",
"message": " White Phosphorus - Keeper of Secrets \n\nPhos is quiet as usual, but instead of tapping furiously on a touchpad or keypad, he merely sits idly dragging the stylus around on the tablet computer of his while a glass of green fluid sits eight inches from his left hand. \"Huh... US Market is down thirty-two and six-fifteenths. May have to keep an eye on a few items and make some moves, Flash.\" He double ticks something, and another window pops open on the screen. \"Ouch... durable goods is down. That may be why.\" His voice is still as subdued as yesterday, but the 'forget everyone else' edge is gone. Clearly, he was distracted and had a deadline to meet. Picking up the bright green-liquid glass, he takes a sip and holds the glass up in front of his eyes. \"They gotta work on their mix.\" He says slightly drily, setting the glass down in its exact spot as before. Unlike his friend, his attire is more formal, though relaxed compared to yesterday. A navy undershirt peeks through a casual sportcoat thrown over and a pair of black khaki's rest on his legs."
},
{
"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n\n\nFlash merely humbly bows his head at Vox's praise and smiles subduely as he looks towards Phosphorous, \"Run bots five through nine, they can monitor thr progression and get us out if anything goes to far downhill. For now, we are at a meeting, Phos.\" He rolls his eyes slightly and takes a sip of his own drink and looks towards Vox, \"As you know, I only came to this city roughly a month ago. So, I am afraid I have yet to have a chance and frequent any of the local fineries.\" \n\nHe smiles slightly and contents himself on listening as he looks towards the temple with an odd look before looking back to Vox."
},
{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nAfter a long restless night, Tinkerbell rises early to stroll around the city, trying to keep his finger a the pulse of the city. Around noon, he has something to eat and then begins the long walk to Florians. The exercise does him good and give him time to think and work off some of his excess energy.\n\nWhen he arrives at Florians, he gets the feeling his is late, though his watch shows 2pm exactly. All the same, his continues on his path, going over to the table with the rest of the cabal and the sharply dressed Herald. Tinkerbell smiles at the large chair, sits down, and says in his deep rumbly voice, \" Good afternoon \". Tinkerbell admires Vox's shoes for a moment wondering how she walks in those on the brick streets without killing herself.\n\nWhen the waiter pops around, Tinkerbell orders, \" Cafe au lait \" hopeful they will fulfill his order without taking offense."
},
{
"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n\nChaeron receives his water, squeezing the lemon into it. Frowning at a seed that drops to the bottom of his glass. He looks up and smiles at Vox. \"You can tell, huh? A friend and I have been looking closely into certain aspects of local history... Really uninteresting so far, but who knows what one will find with enough digging?\" He peruses the menu, still smiling. I know all to well the cost of living in today's world. He says without looking up. \"This is my first time here. I don't spend much time in this part of town, you see. What's good here?\" "
},
{
"author": "Wraithkin",
"message": " White Phosphorus - Keeper of Secrets \n\n Muttering something about procreation and meetings, and their direct interaction, he taps a few items on the display and half-throws half-sets the tablet PC on the table, irritation at having to deal with others clearly evident. Sighing, he picks up his drink and pulls on it hard, downing at least a full mouthful before setting it back down, boredom on his face. He liked teleconferences... he could surf the web at the same time as talk. Or chat... yeah. That was nice too. Looking down at his left hand, a titanium spinner-ring sits on his ring finger and he idly spins it, thoughts of a time long-past being brought to the forefront of his mind. A picture of his now-dead wife comes unbidden into his mind, and he scowls again as the pangs of the past come forward to the present. Clenching his fist, he picks up the drink again and takes another pull."
},
{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nAs Tinkerbell waits for his coffee, he crosses his legs, putting his right foot up on his left knee. The then leans back slightly closing his eyes and enjoys the warmth of the sun on his face. He smiles slightly as he takes deep breaths and waits for Vox to get on with it.\n\n What kind of a meeting can we have here? We are not really free to discuss anything or be ourselves with all these sleepers around. "
},
{
"author": "Nuada",
"message": " \"Singor Bell, exactly on time. Thank you for joining us. Well it is a miserable day, let us eat, drink and plot in the most famous of the City's restaurants though,\" she speaks in a charmingly conspiritorial tone, \"I have a few secret places I think are better.\n\nIt is nice to see a renaissance man in history, the divide between archaeology and history is so false to my lay eyes. But before I get sidetracked into my own curiosity I have news for you news that should be bringing you into these parts of town more often. However,\" she smiles, \"I refuse to share it without lunch.\n\nAntipasto, the artichoke, cheese and olive is divine, prosecco or shall we stick with what we've got?\" "
},
{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nTinkerbell nearly snarls at Vox when she abbreviates his name to Bell, but after clenching his fists several times, he takes several more deep breaths and then forces a smile. When the waiter returns he'll order a light cheese and fruit appetizer.\n\n Oh great. News that will bring me across town more often. Tinkerbell sighs and forces another smile, trying to be patient while he waits for the guts of the meeting to commence."
},
{
"author": "Forgotten T.S.",
"message": " Cortex Flash - Consillium IT Support \n\n\nFlash smiles politely, \"I am a bit famished, if you would be so kind as to order for me, madame? I am sure once I frequent here more often, dare I say it, I might be ordering for you. \" He winks as he takes a sip of his drink and sits back in his seat."
},
{
"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n\nChaeron looks at the menu another minute \"The artichoke, cheese, and olives sounds like an excellent idea, and I would love some prosecco. Don't know why I didn't think of it myself.\" Sure hope the herald's grabbing the check. \"I'm eager to hear your news, but I can't say I'm disappointed to be eating first.\" He drums his fingers on the table. Looking around at the other diners in the establishment. Wondering at how out of place he is in a locale such as this."
},
{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nWhen Flash, having failed to endear himself to Tinkerbell at the first meeting, continues to act cocky, Tinkerbell shakes his head in disgust and turns away to watch any passing pedestrians.\n\n Oiy, who does this guy think he is? Has the power gone to his head or was he already that way before he awaken? "
},
{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " TInkerbell \n\nEventually bored with just sitting and watching the sleepers walk to and fro, he turns to Chaeron and queries, \" How is the wine? \" After glancing around again, he then asks, \" Are you new to the city as well? Did you manage to find a place to live near here? \""
},
{
"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n\nChaeron sips the wine and nods approvingly \"The wine is good. I recommend it.\" He sets down the glass, and looks to Tinkerbell, folding his hands on the table. \"Not new, no. This is where I was born and raised, albeit self-raised. This is a little embarrassing actually, but I've only ever even left Anaxanev three times, and all of those times were after I awakened.\" He glances after a woman in a short skirt \"I do have a place, though it's not near here. It's in a much less... Hmm... Presentable part of the city. It's not much. But it's a roof and four walls.\" He turns his attention back to his wine glass, picking it up \"You're all foreigners, aren't you? What are your impressions of our grand city.\" He smirks blatantly, and sips his wine."
},
{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nTinkerbell nods at Chaeron as he speaks. With a glance at the short skirt, Tinkerbell adds, \" I live on the far side of town which is, I can assure you, much less presentable. \" Putting his attention back on Chaeron, he says, \" I am from this region, just not this particular city. \"\n\nTinkerbell twists looking around at the city and says, \" I'm from a much smaller town. A place with a real community feel, where you know everyone. This city is... vast. Impersonal. Crowded. The interaction of the water and the city is very unique, but isn't to my liking. The waters become polluted and fouled by its interaction with so many people. \"\n\nAh yes, I remember the lake back home. Swimming, fishing, relaxing."
},
{
"author": "Premsyl",
"message": " Chaeron \n\nChaeron finishes off his glass of wine, lifting his glass and nodding at the waiter for a refill. \"This city is overpopulated and sinking, that's true. I can't say I know much about 'real community feel.'\" He smiles lightly, the waiter pouring his drink \"No family, few friends. I 'know' lots of people, though. The city seems smaller, depending on who you know.\" "
},
{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Tinkerbell \n\nTinkerbell shrugs his thin bony shoulders ands simply says, \" Perhaps. \""
}
] |
[
{
"author": "Lord Afro",
"message": "You arrive at the tower. There is a huge line. At the end, a thick gray stone tower extends into the clouds. This is not going to be easy.\nWhen the line is finally waited out, you arrive at a reception desk. After signing many waivers and forms about your death, you are paired up with a mottley crew of adventurers, brigands and cunning spellcasters. They seat you at a cracked old wooden table. Other groups are eating and laughing heartily. Some are silent. At some point, you will have to kill these other groups to win."
},
{
"author": "Rachel Lorelei",
"message": " Siviss \n\nSitting on the table itself, her feet resting on the bench, is a small kobold--obviously an arcanist; she fairly crackles with power despite her size. She's swathed in desert clothing, a round, silvery buckler on one arm; she has rich emerald scales, and beady black eyes gauge her new companions from over her narrow snout. There's something definitely uncommon about her, for a kobold: an aura of power, potence, presence ;a faint thrumming in the air and the distant sound of beating wings--a hint of the terrible presence dragons possess.\n \"Sssso. You're the lot I'm stuck with. You'll have to do. I am Siviss, a sorceress to equal mighty dragons. Follow my lead and we'll make it through, instead of any of these ssssimpletons.\" A wave of a clawed hand indicates the other adventuring parties."
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": " Duane Gregory \n\nA brown-eyed muscle walks in and doesn't say anything. Apparently, the halfling on his back does most of his talking for him."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Talia Mossman \n\nFrom the shoulder of the large human, a halfling swings down and plops herself next to Ssviss \" Wow ,\" she says with a large smile, \" That's good enough for me. I'm Talia, and this is Duane and we're going to be winning this thing with you. I just hope that there's going to be answers to secrets here - I've always loved the stuff that you guys do,\" she gushes happily, waving her arms in what she is sure are arcane gestures. \"It's something I've always thought would be SO COOL to do, you know - to just make stuff happen because you want to. Duane here is more happy to smack people and stuff and he's really good at it but to me it seems kind of needlessly complicated, you know, 'cos if you can get around someone and hit 'em when they're not expecting it - well that seems a whole lot safer and stuffs to me. Where was I? Oh yes - Duane's an excellent fighter and tough and mean and stuff but he's not mean to me - in fact he's one of my best friends in the whole world - although now I'm sure I'm going to have another one in you Siviss, because you're just so cool and stuff. Where was I? Oh yes, me - if you need to get in someplace, or get out of someplace, well then I'm your gal! I can stop things from jumping out of walls too, because Duane here doesn't like it when he gets poked in the face and stuff like that. Do you mind if I ask you how hold you are, because I don't think I've ever seen anyone quite so ancient. Were you around when the gods created the world? \""
},
{
"author": "Uthug",
"message": " Zach \nAfter signing all those needless forms, a feathered humanoid with a scaly reptilian head flies into the room, landing beside Duane. \"I am Zach, loyal servant of Bahamut, and I'm here to prove my abilities, and I don't plan on falling to a bunch of amateurs, there are still many duties I have to fulfill.\""
},
{
"author": "bchilders",
"message": "Turik walks up to Zach and pats him on the back, \" I follow Kord and I too am here for a bit of competition. Looks like a mighty group to have on your side. Let everyone else tremble as we mow them down .\" This last bit Turik finishes with a loud booming laugh."
},
{
"author": "PocketRocket",
"message": "The group notices an eagle with green tipped feathers fly over to the table and land on the ground. Immediately the eagle changes into a wolf, also with green hair. Pirolestan has arrived but chooses to stay in this predator form for now."
},
{
"author": "#Raptor",
"message": " Korel Redstar \n\nSo far the heavily armored dwarf did not speak much - as he stares at the ground he silently mumbles into his beard \"Oh Moradin... looks like this shall truly be the greatest test of my faith.\" .\n\nThen he looks up, introducing himself.\n \"I am Korel of the Redstar clan.\" Having a hard time deciding wich one of his new companions is the least trustworthy, he turns to the green-haired wolf. \"Since everyone else so far at least had the decency to introduce himself, perhaps you would like to let everyone else know who you are, too?\" "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Talia Mossman \n\nClapping her hands together with glee, Talia stands up on the table so she can better face her new companions. \" This is just SOO exciting ,\" she gushes. \" I know that with the group of us that we're just going to uncover all the secrets and get cool stuff and totally trash everyone else around here. I mean, just look at this group - how can we not succeed right? Although ,\" she takes her excitement down just a notch and looks at each of the others, \" I really think that you all could use a group laugh - I mean if we stay all dour and serious and stuff ,\" her voice and expression change to a fairly hilarious immitation of Zach, \" it's very possible that some of the best things in life can pass you by, you know what I mean. Here, \" she says focusing her attention on Korel and whipping a deck of playing cards out of a pocket in her cloak, \" pick a card !\""
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": " TALIA! You really gotta stop eatin' the chalk from outta' my backpack! "
},
{
"author": "#Raptor",
"message": " Korel Redstar \n\nAs long as the halfling wasn't talking to him, he eyeballed the shapeshifter - his mistrust was rather obvious.\nNow that he was adressed by Talia he shifted his position slighly, standing straight up as if he could escape the uncomfortable situation by bending backwards.\n\nWith a gruff tone in his voice he answered: \"Pick a card? What kind of trickery is this?!?\" as he realized that his might have been at least a little bit rude, he reworded his question \"I meant to say... what kind of game is that?\" With a frown on his face he looks at the cards."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Talia Mossman \n\nGiggling slightly, Talia pockets the deck of cards and takes a couple of steps over to where Duane sits. \" Now, now \" she chides him gently, \" We don't want all our friends to get the wrong idea, now do we? I certainly don't eat chalk ,\" she announces happily as she tries to wipe at the backs and sides of his cloak. Giving up on the apparent lost cause, she brings the cards out again and walks back to Korel, paying no attention to his tone. \" Why it's magic of course ,\" she says with a smile, then looks momentarily sad. \" Well, maybe not HER kind of magic ,\" she nods to Siviss, \" but it's the best I can do. It's just a little bit of fun ya'know ,\" and holds the deck out to him once more."
},
{
"author": "#Raptor",
"message": " Korel Redstar \n \"Magic. Great. Oh well... lets just get over with this.\" \nHe grudigly reaches out to the deck, pulling one of the cards. Just holding the card in his hand without even bothering to look, he asks: \"What now?\" \n\n((I'll use italic for toughts. If Talia will tell Korel to look at the card, he'll do that.))"
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Talia Mossman \n\n\" Well you have to look at it, silly! Have a look and don't forget what it is, then put it back with the rest.\" "
},
{
"author": "#Raptor",
"message": " Korel Redstar \n\nHe takes a short look at the card, mentally noting the flower he has seen on the card and puts it back to the other cards.\nWithout any comment or further question about the game he waits for the halflings to say something, absolutely assured that the halfling will surely continue blathering."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Talia Mossman \n\n\" Akay ,\" she burbles happily as she takes the card and then shuffles the deck. \" It's all very exciting, these magic tricks. I've been trying to do them for a very long time now, and I think I've finally got the hang of it. I say the magic words: Awheema-Mangaranga-Boo ... and then, \" She fishes into the deck and pulls out a card with a picture of a sheep on it. \" Ta-daahh!! And here's your card !\""
},
{
"author": "PocketRocket",
"message": "Letting out a soft, annoyed growl at Korel's request, Pirolestan begins to shift from his more comfortable wolf form, to his true form. Before the group stands a very average looking human with a very small frame. You notice, like all of his forms, he has dark green hair. \"Yes well my name is Pirolestan. I am here because my god has sent me here. I am his warrior. I am not really accustomed to being around people, as I am a hermit by nature, so excuse me if I seem rude. It has been a long time since I've been out of my forests.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rachel Lorelei",
"message": " \"I've over six hundred years, excitable one. Far less than the world's age, but I make do.\" \n\nSiviss does not seem to mind the halfling's chattiness overmuch; the kobold lets the words run past her like a river, and focuses on sizing up her new 'comrades'.\n\n \"Zack... was it? What is it you do? Excuse me; I must prepare.\" \n\nKeeping an ear out, Siviss launches into several spells; the spellcasters among her allies may be able to recognize them as Mage Armor , False Life , and Dragonskin .\n\n(Using a Rod of Extend charge on the Dragonskin, red variety for fire resist. False Life HP: (1d10+10)[ 12 ] .)"
},
{
"author": "bchilders",
"message": " Turik \n\nTurik makes his way over to the shapeshifter and extends his hand, \"Any man who can turn beast and back is allowed a little rudeness...as long as they are on my side of the fight. The names Turik\" "
},
{
"author": "PocketRocket",
"message": " \"Yes, well I am on your side big guy. So, why are you here?\" Pirolestan tries making small talk, but it is very visable that he is uncomfortable and nervous in his present state."
},
{
"author": "bchilders",
"message": " \"Kord has blessed me with his strength and sent me out to test it. Are there any other forms you can shift through or are those two it?,\" Turik asks trying to move the conversation somewhere that this fellow adventurer might be more comfortable."
},
{
"author": "PocketRocket",
"message": " \"Well Obad-Hai has blessed me with a few forms. It allows me to fight more efficiently in nature. You will see them a lot when we battle others, but here they are.\" \n\nAt this, Pirolestan first transforms into his wolf form and gives a little growl and nod of the head to make sure the half-orc is satisfied. He then tranforms straight into his eagle form, and does a quick flight overhead. After landing, Pirolestan begins to grow into a massive green haired bear. He stands upright and towers over the half orc. Pirolestan gives out a roar and then transforms back to human.\n\n \"That is what I can do for now, but i feel Obad-Hai's power running through me, and I believe I am about to be blessed with a new form rather quickly.\" "
},
{
"author": "Lord Afro",
"message": "A fat waitress in peasant's clothing comes to the table holding a peice of paper. She asks \" What can oi get yiou, foine adventurers?\" "
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": "Duane, a man of few words, speaks in a monotone voice, \" Rum. \""
},
{
"author": "Rachel Lorelei",
"message": "Siviss indicates that she doesn't want anything with a brief shake of her head."
},
{
"author": "#Raptor",
"message": " Korel Redstar \n\nHe bends a little bit forward and looks at the card. \"Thats...\" then he stops for a moment. Not so fast now... If I tell the halfling thats the wrong card, she'll want to try it again... continuing to speak, he says \"Thats, ehm, a nice game.\" more or less avoiding a lie.\n\nAs the waitress comes to the table he quickly responds. \"Ale for me.\" "
},
{
"author": "bchilders",
"message": "Turik also waves off the waitress, not that he doesn't enjoy a good drink but he wants to stay sharp for the test ahead."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Talia \n\n\" Ohmygosh, you you mean it actually worked!! This is my lucky day! Every time I try and do this trick somehow it seems to come out wrong - although I suspect some people would just say it didn't match in order to make me 'wrong'. Just wait until I tell everyone it worked all this time afterall! \" She moves closer to Korel almost as though to hug him but seems to think better of it. Instead she turns her attention to the waitress. \" I'd like some wine, please and thank you .\""
},
{
"author": "PocketRocket",
"message": "Pirolestan turns towards the waitress and looks around nervously. \"No. No thank you. I, ah, am fine.\" With this Pirolestan transforms back into a more comfortable form, his predator form."
},
{
"author": "Uthug",
"message": "\"Its Zach.\" Muttering under his breath, Zach suddenly leaps up, spreading his wings wide and exhales a large cone of fire into the air above. \"I guess it's obvious enough to you? By the way, you might like to be protected against my breath.\" His eyes suddenly flaring with power, Zach invokes Endure Elements on his party members, then breaths a cone of fire at his allies. Although its a daunting sight, they remain unharmed."
},
{
"author": "bchilders",
"message": "OOC to Uthug: Hate to burst your bubble but endure elements offers no protection against fire so as far as I read it you just scorched your whole adventuring group."
},
{
"author": "Rachel Lorelei",
"message": "(He's talking about the Endure Exposure DFA invocation, which grants both Endure Elements and immunity to the breath of the DFA who cast it on you.)"
},
{
"author": "Uthug",
"message": "OOC: Ok, my bad, said the wrong thing."
},
{
"author": "bchilders",
"message": "OOC: Makes me feel better...and slightly less roasted"
},
{
"author": "#Raptor",
"message": " Korel Redstar \n\n\" I'll be damned.. why must this happen to me? \" While Korel would never exactly lie about such an small, unrelevant issue, he'd still prefer not to say outright that it didn't work, but now it seems that he has to confess... \" Err, well actually.. \" he beginns to speak, just as Zach beginns breathing his fire all over the place. \" WOAH! What in the seven hells was... oh. \" Reliefed that he won't have to put his beard out, he looks around to see if the waitress will return soon and bring him his ale."
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": " Duane Gregory \n\nWhile Duane remains unharmed by Zach's flames, the stool on which he sits burns to the ground, leaving his rump on the floor. Duane gets up, approaches Zach, and leans in toward his face. \"Hey! WATCH IT, BUB!\" Duane couldn't help but feel that his advance would've been more intimidating if he had not, after yelling, coughed due to the smoke emanating from Zach's nostrils."
},
{
"author": "bchilders",
"message": " Turik \n\nTurik remains silent after the unscorching flame but looks harshly at Zach before rolling into another rumbling laugh at Duane's smoky threat."
},
{
"author": "PocketRocket",
"message": "At the site of the flame, Pirolestan shape shifts into his bear form and stands upright. He gives a loud pissed off roar towards Zach."
},
{
"author": "PocketRocket",
"message": "OOC: So are we playin?"
},
{
"author": "#Raptor",
"message": "((OOC: Ayupp. I'm here.))"
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "((OOC: I'm good with that. Talia's so involved in her 'magic' working she didn't notice all the fire))"
},
{
"author": "PocketRocket",
"message": "Pirolestan annoyed with all the sitting around, transforms to his wolf form and goes to wait for everyone else by the entrance to the tower."
},
{
"author": "Lord Afro",
"message": "A waitress comes to the table with a tired smile on her face and a wrinkled brow. She looks to be around 35+. \"May I take your orders, adventurers? \nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \nSorry for taking so long, i just plain forgot. Plus, i have been pretty busy. Ah, well no excuse anyway. Now that your personalities are defined, order fast and we get to the action.\n "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Talia \n\nToo excited by her magic trick working to pay attention to the waitress, Talia bounds back over to Duane to tell him all about it.\n\nOOC\n \n Spoiler \nDidn't we do this once already?\n "
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nNo-no-no! We ordered drinks ! Haven't you ever gone out to eat before? How do they do it in Boston?\n "
},
{
"author": "bchilders",
"message": "Turik will again wave off the service and move to where the wolf sits. He'll take out his greatsword and began polishing it, content to sit in quiet contemplating the trial ahead."
},
{
"author": "Rachel Lorelei",
"message": "Siviss likewise doesn't order, eager to get on with it."
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": " Duane Gregory \n\nLost in a daydream about his love, Duane has no hunger."
},
{
"author": "Uthug",
"message": "Zach likewise waves off the waitress \"No thanks, I'm good.\""
},
{
"author": "#Raptor",
"message": " Korel Redstar \n\nHe answers the waitress with a short \" Nah, just waiting for my ale. \", ready to get this behind him."
},
{
"author": "Lord Afro",
"message": "((OOC: You did this? Woops. maybe i was posting a little late at night.))\nAfter you finish eating you are ushered along with the rest of the grungy adventurers into the second processing room. The lady at the gate informs you that you will be released at different intervals in order to stop everyone killing eachother from the start. You are let into the next room in 2 hours.\nThere is a huge pit in the middle of this room. Chains and ropes hang down in the middle..."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Talia \n\n\" Well it's about time. Let's get cracking ,\" Talia says happily as she takes a good look around the room.\n\n \n Spoiler \nspot check for anything interesting: (1d20+14)[ 34 ] \nListen check for the same: (1d20+13)[ 28 ] \nSearch for traps (1d20+16)[ 23 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": " Duane Gregory \n \"Hmm...\" \nDuane, wanting to test the depth of the hole, contemplates whether to throw down a piece of chalk, or his companion, Talia."
},
{
"author": "#Raptor",
"message": " Korel Redstar \n\n\" Hmpf. So there we go. \" he mutters, then he walks over to the hole to take a look into it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC: Got 90 ft. Darkvision. What can I see in the hole?\n spot - (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "bchilders",
"message": "Turik moves in with the rest of the group but lets them do all of the searching. Instead he gets his sword at ready and says a quick prayer to Kord for strength anticipating the worst."
},
{
"author": "PocketRocket",
"message": "Pirolestan morphs into his aerial form and flies down into the hole to see what is down there.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAC 30 in Aerial form\nSpot: (1d20+10)[ 30 ] \nListen: (1d20+11)[ 13 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Rachel Lorelei",
"message": " Siviss \n \"All right, who can climb down under their own power, and who needs a Fly spell?\" \n\nSiviss casts one on herself, rising up to hover in the air."
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": " Duane Gregory \n \"I can climb\" "
},
{
"author": "bchilders",
"message": " \"With this armor on I'm not much of a climber, so I could use a little help,\" Turik says not ashamed to accept a little help."
},
{
"author": "Uthug",
"message": "\"Thanks but I don't need help.\" Saying this, Zach flies over the pit, covering it with fire. OOC: Everyone has endure exposure on them so they don't take damage."
}
] |
[
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": "Initative Round Character Action\n15 1 Mara Toss Acid Flask\n15 1 Gurlen Hold Action\n13 1 Edehel Fire Arrow\n12 1 Thamyn throw alchemist fire\n8 1 Targ Bless\n7 1 Relgan Hammer Throw\n5 1 Ielisia Mage Armour\n5 1 Argent Defensive stance\n\n[ooc] still waiting on action for Edehel - but he did say that he was going to be sporadic whilst he was in France. Therefore I'm going to assume he fires one of his fire damaging arrows and roll on his behalf.[/ooc]\n\nEdehel attack (d20+9)[21] damage (1d6)[1] flame\n\nThree quarters of the shambling group rush forwards coming into view around the corner (Position XX) Mara's flask of acid sails towards the group, but glances off the shoulder of her target before shattering against the rough rock wall of the natural passageway. Most of the group continue on but two of the shambling creatures stop and peer in the direction the flask came from, sniffing to try and locate the source.\n\nRelgan's hammer moves swiftly towards the packed group, but snags in a tattered cloak of one of the creatures before returning to him.\n\nThe elvish archer leans to one side as one of the group lets forth a massive roar of rage, cooly sending a shaft into it's open mouth with pinpoint accuracy. It's snaps back as the shaft lodges but the oil fails to light properly only doing minimal damage. The creature stops however trying to remove the annoying shaft and is trampled by the group behind it.\n\nThamyn also tosses a flask of alchemist fire from Ara's pack (I rolled for him IRL), which lands true striking the lead creature in the face, and splattering the rest with drops of flame which they ignore in their headlong rush. Two of the creatures, including the one whose hair is aflame move in his direction.\n\n[ooc] There are five undead that will hit the first rank (Thamyn, Gurlen, Argent, Relgan, Targ) the next round. Remember that their Initiatives were well rolled with 22,20,20,19,16,16,12,3 so most of the group will act before you [/ooc]"
},
{
"author": "purepolarpanzer",
"message": " Damn... \nMara, now visible, draws he bow and notches an arrow.\n Might not hurt much but it's better than twiddling my thumbs. \nShe fires at one of the zombies who turns towards her, hoping to atleast distract it from her friends.\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+7)[ 26 ] to hit, (1d4)[ 3 ] damage 😡 damn undead. Also, if there's time in the round, she will try to scootch so that if her potion wears off she doesn't take a nasty drop.\n "
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": "@PPP\n\nPick one of the initiatives that you are targeting so I can keep a running total on damage"
},
{
"author": "technophile",
"message": "Ielisia steadies her crossbow and takes aim at the slowest of the staggering corpses (the Init 3 one), using her 5' step to get an unobstructed shot at it if necessary. She pulls the trigger, sending the magical bolt on its way, then draws its brother from her quiver and reloads the crossbow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n[ooc]\nI'm assuming that next round the first bolt will return and she can pick it up and use it to reload after her next shot, using each bolt every other round until she stops shooting; let me know if I'm confused ;)\n\nCrossbow shot: (1d20+2)[ 8 ] \nBolt damage: (1d8)[ 8 ] \nFlame damage: (1d6+2)[ 7 ] \n[/ooc]\n \n\n \n Spoiler \n\nPrepared Spells:\n0: Resistance, Detect Magic x2, Message\n1: Ray of Enfeeblement, Color Spray, Magic Weapon\n2: Protection From Arrows, Extended Protection from Evil, Extended Magic Weapon\n\nActive Effects:\nMage Armor (CL3), AC 15\n\nCurrent HP: 9\n "
},
{
"author": "purepolarpanzer",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Jagg \n @PPP\n\nPick one of the initiatives that you are targeting so I can keep a running total on damage \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n which initiatives looked at Mara? One of them, doesn't matter which.\n "
},
{
"author": "lotofsnow",
"message": "With a snarl at the mass of vile corruption lumbering towards him, Relgan lashes out at the two closest with hammer and ax.\n\nHammer Attack on Initiative 21: (1d20+6)[ 18 ] , damage on contact: (1d8+3)[ 8 ] + (1d6)[ 5 ] fire damage (separated in case they have some sort of resistance).\n\nDwarven Waraxe Attack on first Initiative 20: (1d20+5)[ 19 ] , damage on contact: (1d10+1)[ 8 ] "
},
{
"author": "lotofsnow",
"message": "[ooc]Also, add +1 to each of Relgan's attack rolls... I forgot to calculate in the Bless buff.[/ooc]\n\nArgent:\n\nThe name of Moradin erupting from his lips, Argent steps forward to wade into the coming mass of undead next to his brother-in-arms, his warhammer swinging.\n\nPrimary Hammer Attack on 2nd Init. 20: (1d20+13)[ 21 ] , damage on contact: (1d8+3)[ 9 ] \nSecondary Hammer Attack on same or Init 19 if other has fallen: (1d20+8)[ 9 ] , damage: (1d8+3)[ 4 ] "
},
{
"author": "technophile",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by lotofsnow \n [ooc]Also, add +1 to each of Relgan's attack rolls... I forgot to calculate in the Bless buff.[/ooc] \n \n\n[ooc]Same here... so Ielisia hits AC 9 instead of 8. 😛 [/ooc]"
},
{
"author": "purepolarpanzer",
"message": "(me too. +1 to attack roll)"
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": "[OOC] Apologies for the delay guys.[/ooc]\n\n22,20,20,19,16,16,12,3\n{table]Initative| Round| Character| Action\n22|2|Undead 1|Attack\n20|2|Undead 2|Attack\n20|2|Undead 3|Attack\n19|2|undead 4|Attack\n16|2|Undead 5|Attack\n16|2|Undead 6|Attack\n15|2|Mara| Shoot Arrow\n15|2|Gurlen|Attack undead\n13|2|Edehel|Fire Arrow\n12|2|Thamyn|throw alchemist fire\n12|2|Undead 7|Assist other\n8|2|Targ| XX\n7|2|Relgan|Attack Zombies\n5|2|Ielisia|Shoot Bolt\n5|2|Argent|Attack Undead\n3|2|Undead 8|Attack[/table]\n\nUm I'm still missing Targ's Action for round 2!!"
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": "Undead 1 Attack - Relgan (d20+2)[ 16 ] damage (d6+1)[ 7 ] \nUndead 2 Attack - Argent (d20+2)[ 9 ] damage (d6+1)[ 4 ] \nUndead 3 Attack - Gurlen (d20+2)[ 12 ] damage (d6+1)[ 5 ] \nUndead 4 Attack - Thamyn (d20+2)[ 3 ] damage (d6+1)[ 7 ] \nUndead 5 Attack - Targ (d20+2)[ 14 ] damage (d6+1)[ 2 ] \nUndead 6 Attack - Ielisia (d20+2)[ 4 ] damage (d4+1)[ 5 ] \nMara Shoot Arrow HIT\nGurlen Attack (d20+3)[ 6 ] Damage (d8+3)[ 10 ] \nEdehel Fire Arrow (d20+9)[ 20 ] damage (d6+1)[ 3 ] \nThamyn dagger attack (d20+2)[ 5 ] damage (d4)[ 2 ] \nUndead 7 Assist other\nTarg XX\nRelgan Attack Zombies Hit Hit\nIelisia Shoot Bolt Miss\nArgent Attack Undead Hit Miss\nUndead 8 Attack - Mara (d20+2)[ 7 ] damage (d6+1)[ 5 ] \n\n[ooc] Gah crap rolls! Wow that took a long time to type out. Hastuur you haven't warned you would be unable to post...please post immediately what your action is or you will lose it. [/ooc]\n\nThe shambling undead rush forward like a breaking wave. But like a wave their momentum is shattered by the solid dwarf presence at the front of the group. The roars of the undead are drowned out by an answering roar from Argent and the other dwarfs, lashing forwards with their weapons and cutting deeply into the undead, as the undead attempt to grapple and bite with the group.\n\nRelgan's weapons appear particularly devastating. His magically enhanced weapon, delivers a thundering blow that splits open the corpse that drops bonelessly to the ground. He then swings his second weapon that bursts into flame as it descends into the body of another undead, breaking away the shoulder completely and driving the corpse into the passage wall where it remains still.\n\nMara delivers another arrow into the undead that is beginning to reach for her but it appears to do little damage as two of the undead team up to try and reach her position. As one lifts the other who swipes and misses at Mara, another arrow from Edehel flashes past the front line and strikes expertly in the knee of the creature at the bottom. They collapse together in a tangled mess.\n\nGurlen strikes bravely with his axe, but doesn't fell his opponent, whose ripped and torn chain mail appears to have given it some sort of protection.\n\nArgent, takes the attack of the undead on his shield and lashes out with his weapon, the force of his blow clubbing the undead to the ground and breaking it's back in a single blow, his riposte however is fouled as the hammer head doesn't release cleanly and the undead to his right is able to dodge the blow.\n\nAn undead at the back is blocked, and throws a large sword over the heads of the dwarves at Ielisia, but the ungainly flight of the huge weapon means it smashes heavily into the wall next to the half elf. Ielisia responds with a bolt that passes through the hair of it's intended target and just misses. Ielisia prepares to draw back the string, and is amazed to see that the string and arms of the crossbow pull back as the bolt reappears in the stock.\n\nAn undead lashes out at Thamyn, but the rogue is too fast. Thamyn lashes out with his own dagger, but misses just before Relgan's riposte destroys the creature. \"Hey that was my one.\"\n\nSpace left for Targ action\n\n[ooc] Techno - take a bonus 25 exp for being the only one who did as they were told - making it easy for me to see your a/c, hit points, etc. Hint hint guys [/ooc]"
},
{
"author": "Hastuur",
"message": "[ooc] Targ round 2 action [\\ooc]\n\nAttacking undead 5\n\nWarhammer (1d20+7)[ 26 ] Damage (1d8+2)[ 5 ] \n\n\n[ooc] Sorry on the delay work was killing my time yesterday. My combat stats have been in my spoiler tag on the sig [\\ooc]"
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": "[ooc] Guys, apologies for the delay - I have an exam coming up and haven't had much time lately[/occ]\n\nTarg smashes his hammer into the undead in front of his who seem reluctant to engage with the dwarven cleric. It fails to fell the foul creature however and it resumes it's attack.\n\nRound three actions guys..\n@relgan\n \n Spoiler \nRelgan - you can make to those those that are threatening Mara with a charge\n "
},
{
"author": "lotofsnow",
"message": "[ooc]Good luck on your exam![/ooc]\n\nAs the undead he was engaging fall before him, Relgan spies a path to Mara and the foes who have her cornered. After a quick glance at Argent, motioning to him to hold the line, Relgan plunges toward the whisper gnome, putting the weight of his great charge behind a blow to one of the undead attempting to reach her.\n\nHammer Attack on Undead 8: (1d20+11)[ 31 ] , Damage on contact: (1d8+3)[ 8 ] + (1d6)[ 1 ] Fire... Critical, that makes it 16 regular +1 fire damage!\n\n[ooc]Let me just make sure I figured the charging attack bonus right. +3 base +3 strength +1 MW +1 Weap Focus +2 Charge +1 Bless = +11 [/ooc]"
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{
"author": "Hastuur",
"message": "[ooc] Targ round three action, undead 5 again. I just had my mid-term exam so I was in the same boat. [\\ooc]\n\nSeeing that his foe did not drop on that well placed hit he winds up to deliver another. \" Go down ye stinking, maggot infested thing ya !!\"\n\nWarhammer (1d20+7)[ 9 ] Damage (1d8+2)[ 8 ] "
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by lotofsnow \n [ooc]Good luck on your exam![/ooc]\n\nAs the undead he was engaging fall before him, Relgan spies a path to Mara and the foes who have her cornered. After a quick glance at Argent, motioning to him to hold the line, Relgan plunges toward the whisper gnome, putting the weight of his great charge behind a blow to one of the undead attempting to reach her.\n\nHammer Attack on Undead 8: [roll0], Damage on contact: [roll1] + [roll2] Fire... Critical, that makes it 16 regular +1 fire damage!\n\n[ooc]Let me just make sure I figured the charging attack bonus right. +3 base +3 strength +1 MW +1 Weap Focus +2 Charge +1 Bless = +11 [/ooc] \n \n\n\nLooks good but you need to confirm that crit for me."
},
{
"author": "lotofsnow",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Jagg \n Looks good but you need to confirm that crit for me. \n \n\n[ooc]Hahaha...oops.[/ooc]\n\nTo confirm critical: (1d20+11)[ 15 ] "
},
{
"author": "technophile",
"message": "Ielisia smiles grimly as the crossbow reloads itself, and raises it back to her shoulder. She takes aim again, ignoring the large chunk of steel that so rudely crashes into the wall nearby to fire at the undead creature that threw it.\n\n[ooc]\nHit: (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \nDamage: (1d8)[ 2 ] \nFire damage: (1d6+2)[ 5 ] \n[/ooc]\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nPrepared Spells:\n0: Resistance, Detect Magic x2, Message\n1: Ray of Enfeeblement, Color Spray, Magic Weapon\n2: Protection From Arrows, Extended Protection from Evil, Extended Magic Weapon\n\nActive Effects:\nMage Armor (CL3), AC 15\n\nCurrent HP: 9\n "
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{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": "Edehel fires off another arrow at the shambling horde. An uncustomary snarl defigures his face.\n\nRolls\n \n Spoiler \n\nComp. Longbow (1d20+9)[ 12 ] \nDamage (1d10+3)[ 11 ] \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nAC 22\nHP 18\n\n\nI am in brussels right now, and the keyboard is most definately not qwerty. It is instead azerty. It is very annoying, this keyboard.\n "
},
{
"author": "purepolarpanzer",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n AC 21 HP 21\n \n\nSeeing Relgan risk life and limb for her, Mara draws back on her bows and sends an arrow at the same dead figure, hoping to put it down for good.\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+3)[ 16 ] to hit, with -4 penalty, (1d4)[ 4 ] damage\n "
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": "[ooc] Hi players! Life has been extremely busy for me. Too busy. Until my course is finished (29th November) I need to have a brief hiatus - my apologies - just wanted to update all of you. Apologies for delays [/ooc]"
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": "Undead 1 Squished\nUndead 2 Squished\nUndead 3 Attack - Gurlen (d20+2)[ 20 ] damage (d6+1)[ 6 ] \nUndead 4 Squished\nUndead 5 Attack - Targ (d20+2)[ 8 ] damage (d6+1)[ 6 ] \nUndead 6 Attack - Argent (d20+2)[ 3 ] damage (d6+1)[ 2 ] \nMara Shoot Arrow HIT\nGurlen Attack (d20+3)[ 6 ] damage (d8+3)[ 4 ] \nEdehel Fire Arrow - miss\nThamyn attack (d20+2)[ 9 ] damage (d4)[ 4 ] \nUndead 7 Attack - Relgan (d20+2)[ 17 ] damage (d4)[ 1 ] \nTarg - Miss\nRelgan Attack Zombie Hit Critical\nIelisia Shoot Bolt hit\nArgent Attack Undead (d20+8)[ 24 ] damage (d8+8)[ 12 ] 2nd attack (d20+8)[ 11 ] damage (d8+3)[ 10 ] \nUndead 8 Attack - Relgan (d20+2)[ 17 ] damage (d6+1)[ 6 ] "
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": "In the confusion of battle it's sometimes hard to keep an eye on everyone. Which is why it seems that Relgan doesn't notice that the undead attacking Gurlen is winning when he rushes to assist Mara. The undead attacks Gurlen, and rips off his shield before sinking its teeth into his arm, Thamyn steps across and tries to distract the creature but is unsuccessful as Gurlen stiffens and falls prone.\n\nThe undead that had thrown the sword at Ielisia steps up to attack Argent, raking his hands across his chest ineffectually before Argent unloads a devastating blow smashing the undead into the wall with a \"splutch' sound. He turns to assist Gurlen but misses with his swing, leaving the undead untouched.\n\nTarg seems to be having trouble as well, missing the undead facing him, but manages to keep the creature at bay.\n\nRelgan charges across to where Mara is perched and being pressed by two undead, as he closes one of the undead lashes out, the blow striking his helm but not doing any damage. Relgan spins, putting momentum into the blow that crashes into the chest of the undead, crushing sternum, ribs and cracking the spine in one blow. The second undead strikes, but also is ineffective at attacking the powerful dwarven fighter. Mara helps, an arrow striking almost straight down through the top of the skull driving the undead to his knees before it topples bonelesly to one side\n\nIelisia and Edehel target the undead that is facing Gurlen. The magical bolt of Ielisia is faster than the arrow of Edehel, striking the undead just below the ear, and snapping its head back just enough that the arrow fired by Edehel passes harmlessly by.\n\n[ooc] Ok there is only 1 undead left (Targ's) I'm going to assume that everyone gets the beat on him (he only has a couple of hitpoints left anyways) I've decided that instead of death of Thamyn, he's going to carry the wounded Gurlen back towards the city and meet the army on the way. I'll wait for you guys to post before doing this however. [/ooc]"
},
{
"author": "Hastuur",
"message": "Targ hurries over to Gurlen's side and fumbles in his pack for a slender wand. Muttering the activation command he has the wands healing magic help out the wounded dwarf.\n\n[ooc] Wand of healing (1d8+1)[ 5 ] [\\ooc]\n\n\" That should help him until he gets better help .\"\n\nHe puts the wand away and redies his hammer and shield."
},
{
"author": "purepolarpanzer",
"message": "(glad to see you back, Jagg)\n\n Damn! \nMara turns from her kill just in time to see one of the beasts viciously bite into Gurlen. She fires an arrow at it, despair filling her heart. A thunderous voice, so foreign from her own soft one, seems to echo in her mind.\n You would have been fine! Those undead couldn't have reached you! And when you pulled Relgan away from Gurlen, he fell! It's your fault! \nThe excitement of battle drops from her face as these dark thoughts swilr in her mind like storm clouds.\n It's all my fault... \n \n Spoiler \nAttack (1d20+8)[ 24 ] and (1d4)[ 1 ] damage.\n "
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": "[ooc] As I said only 1 left and he only has a couple of hit points PPP. Lets see if this works...Sweeeet. You guys are located at F -18. What now troops? [/ooc]\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n "
},
{
"author": "lotofsnow",
"message": "As the last of the undead falls, Relgan moves closer to Gurlen to inspect the wounded dwarf.\n\nTo Targ he says, Gurlen seems stable enough, but is that wound beyond your skill to heal? "
},
{
"author": "Hastuur",
"message": "After noticing that the remaining undead have been taken care of, Targ sets down his weapon and shiled to get a better look at Gurlen.\n\n\" I dinna think so cousin, but I dinna want to exhaust me gift to keep him goin wit more O' those around. Tis may be time fer him ta head back .\"\n\nHe slides off his heavy gauntlets, gives Gurlen a drink from his skin and mutters a prayer while examining his wounds.\n\n[ooc] Healing Check (1d20+5)[ 11 ] [\\ooc]\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf Targ thinks Gurlen needs more healing to stabilize him he will use his wand again. If not then ignore the wand roll.\nWand of healing (1d8+1)[ 9 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "technophile",
"message": "Ielisia walks over to one of the creatures and prods it carefully with one foot, her crossbow aimed at its head. \"Foul things. Such an inelegant tool, necromancy.\" \n\nShe watches as Gurlen is tended to and he and Thamyn head back towards the surface, her face unreadable.\n\n Losing our guide will slow us down, she worries to herself. She can feel the seconds and minutes slipping by, a rush of water around her feet that she can no more stop than make a river stand still.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nPrepared Spells:\n0: Resistance, Detect Magic x2, Message\n1: Ray of Enfeeblement, Color Spray, Magic Weapon\n2: Protection From Arrows, Extended Protection from Evil, Extended Magic Weapon\n\nActive Effects:\nMage Armor (CL3), AC 15\n\nCurrent HP: 9\n "
},
{
"author": "purepolarpanzer",
"message": "Mara eases herself down, and immediately stands to the side, watching Gurlen breathe weakly as Targ examines his wounds. A grim look covers her face like a mask, but the pain of being responsible for his hurt ripped through her insides like a knife. She had known this dwarf for only a short time, but she knew enough about him to know he didn't deserve this. Now he lay, his life in the balance, and she felt that it was all due to her.\n If I wasn't so weak Relgan could have held the line and kept Gurlen out of it. It's my fault he's hurt. Why am I SO WEAK! \nUnable to hide her feelings, she turns to the stone cavern wall and pounds her fist against it, a sob pulling at her heart strings. But she keeps silent, however. Always silent."
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": "[ooc] Apologies guys the silly season is catching up with me. My wife's xmas party, my xmas party, my team xmas party, drinks with friends...you get the picture. Anywho sorry for the delay[/ooc]\n\nGurlen gets to his feet slowly after Targ's healing spell, shaking his head to try and clear it.\n\n\"You need to go back and get a cure disease.\" Argent says. \"One of us should go with him.\" Argent says looking around the group. Thamyn steps forwards with a deep sigh. \"I'll take him. I wasn't much good back in that fight.\" he says morosely.\n\nAfter the two of them leave, the group walks further down the gallery.\n\nYou reach a long sraight gallery that fades into the sparse light on the tunnels (k19). The occasional boulder sits in the middle of the gallery jutting up from the floor. No further sign of undead can be seen as the group moves forwards cautiously, weapons at the ready.\n\nUp ahead you can see the start of a tunnel stretching to the right (m20) and another tunnel that leads left further down (q18) no sign of any combatants can be seen in the long tunnel.\n\nListen check DC 12\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou can hear a gutteral sound that is hard to pinpoint in the tunnels and caverns. Beyond a vague sense of \"somewhere ahead\" it's hard to tell where it is coming from. If you were to guess the nature of the sound, you'd say it came from something large, possibly an animal of some kind.\n "
},
{
"author": "purepolarpanzer",
"message": " (1d20+2)[ 8 ] \nMara takes her place as scout, pressing ahead of everyone else, trying to hear or see anything threatening."
},
{
"author": "Hastuur",
"message": "Listen Check (1d20+3)[ 23 ] \n\nTarg walks carefully trying to be as alert as he can.\n\n\" Jus started an two down already. Not what I was expectin. And I canna cure diseases that these tings inflict. Gonna have ta devote more attention ta Moradin's blessin than fightin .\" he whispers to himself.\n\n[ooc] whoot!!!, now why cant I roll that in combat--😁 [/ooc]"
},
{
"author": "lotofsnow",
"message": "Listen Check (1d20+2)[ 17 ] \n\nDespite losing essentially two members of his group this early in the adventure, Relgan's hopes are high. Gurlen should never have been made to fight, Relgan realizes this now, and Thamyn seems skilled enough to be able to return to them once he's escorted the scout to safety. Argent didn't seemed too concerned over the severity of the disease, so why should Relgan be?\n\nOne thing that struck an odd chord within him was the sickly look of anguish on Mara's face after the fight. Had one of the creatures touched her? Was she in need of a Cure Disease as well? Relgan has come to like the whisper gnome and he would hate to haver her fall due to her pride. The dwarf knows that gnomes of her kind are generally very suspicious of stranger, and just as she seems to be opening up to the group, Mara pulls back into her shadowy nature. He makes a note to himself to talk to her alone at the most convenient opportunity. Unfortunately, she skipped ahead, no doubt investigating that strange noise coming from the caverns ahead.\n\nRelgan motions the group to stay alert and follow, and he begins slowly tracing the whisper gnome's footsteps deeper into the cave."
},
{
"author": "technophile",
"message": "[ooc]Listen check: (1d20+1)[ 4 ] Ha! oblivious as usual. 😉[/ooc]\n\nIelisia takes her place in the middle of the column again, crossbow loaded and the arcane energy of her spells a comforting presence in her mind."
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": "MAP\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n\n[ooc] Uh oh - Your scout didn't hear it - Mara give me a grid reference how far ahead of the group are you? Hastuur Give me a grid for the rest of the group.[/ooc]\n\nThe group moves as stealthily as possible down the corridor alert for trouble."
},
{
"author": "Hastuur",
"message": "[ooc] I think we should all be around K19. Depending on how far ahead Mara is. [/ooc]\n\n\" I dinna know if y'all hear that, but sometin large sounds ahead. Keep your wits about ye \". Targ says to his surrounding members."
},
{
"author": "purepolarpanzer",
"message": "(Probably approaching N 19, as she would definately wait for the group at an intersection. I'd call it L/M 19 )"
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": "Nothing happens as the group moves forwards to the first intersection (n20). The intersection is dark, no bugs light the way inside and the opening is irregular and cluttered with loose rock. It would be possible to move deeper into the passageway with a little effort, or someone who was small and nimble enough to do so, and a faint movement of air indicates that the passage is deeper than it first appears.\n\nThe sound heard before has ceased."
},
{
"author": "technophile",
"message": "Is there enough light for low-light vision to work, or are there any bugs nearby?"
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": "Low light vision isn't x ray vision. It's cluttered with large rocks that have spaces around them that a small person could squeeze through. You can only see maybe ten feet with the amount of rock in the way."
},
{
"author": "technophile",
"message": "[ooc]Understood, I just meant was there enough light in the areas not blocked by stone that low-light vision made any difference. :)[/ooc]"
},
{
"author": "lotofsnow",
"message": "Relgan pulls Mara aside into the darkness as the rest of the group peers into the dark passage. His dwarven darkvision allows him to examine her face despite the shadow.\n\n You didn't get hit by any of those undead, did you? You looked pretty shook up back there. "
},
{
"author": "purepolarpanzer",
"message": " No I'm... fine. \nHer small head turns down and to the side, her face as solid as the stone the dwarf knew from birth. But like any stone, he had a sense for it, and he knew that it was a thin wall at best.\n It's just... its my fault that Gurlen... if I hadn't... he would be... \nShe threw herself against the dwarf, sobs wracking her body as she quietly cried into his armor.\n It's my fault he's so hurt! If I had been stronger I could have killed those undead my self! You would never have had to come rescue me, Gurlen would be fine, and... and... \nHer voice dissolves into gasps for air as she chokes back most of the noise her anguish would evoke, if she wasn't using every ounce of her self control to contain herself."
},
{
"author": "lotofsnow",
"message": "Relgan gently pats the whisper gnome, trying to soothe her guilt.\n\n There, there, lass, he says softly, patting her gently on the back. It was no mistake of yours. You did what was asked of you, and you did well to get out of reach of those strange undead. Giving a man a sword and sending him into battle without training him first is more dangerous than sending him to fight without a weapon at all. The error was mine.\n\nBesides, Argent seemed to think all the scout required was the aid of a cleric. I wouldn't be too concerned with him as he is in good hands with Thamyn. \n\nThe dwarf waits a moment for Mara to compose herself. Once she does, he adds:\n\n Now, we need you to prove your value to us once again. It seems you might be able to fit into those cracks up there and see what lies beyond. Do you feel you're up to the task? "
},
{
"author": "purepolarpanzer",
"message": "Mara blinks back her sorrow, keeping herself together asmuch as she can for everyone's sake. The tears stop and the storm inside her calms, but she can still feel the dull pain of guilt.\n Aye. I can go on. \nShe briefly wraps one arm around the broad dwarf, planting a small kiss on his cheek.\n Thank you... for listening. \nShe turns to the cracks, ready to scout ahead."
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": "@ Mara\n\n \n Spoiler \n It's obvious that you'll have to remove your backpack, bow and cloak if you are to manouver in the tight spaces of the side passage. The first few feet are problematic, but with a bit of squeeze and a nimble movement you are able to enter the passageway properly, which rises sharply and widens sligtly after about 25 feet. Very little light is available however, and no vivarium bugs are present to light your way. The rocks feel somehow gritty under your hands even though they look smooth in the dim light and traces of grit coat your clothes and hands. Without a light source it will be impossible to see where you are going and quite possibly dangerous as you will need to feel your way ahead blindly.\n \n\n\n@everyone else\n\nMara has moved into the side tunnel and Argent has taken up a defensive position in the tunnel. He beckons the rest of you around and speaks in a soft voice. \"We should keep moving forwards once Mara has explored the side tunnel. That sound I heard earlier would seem to indicate however that we are not alone in these tunnels. Do we wait here and see if it will come to us, or go find out what it was?\""
},
{
"author": "purepolarpanzer",
"message": "(Low light vision and dark vision.😁 )"
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": "[ooc] Whoops. Sorry just thought you had low light not dark vision[/ooc]\n\n@Mara\n\n \n Spoiler \n Once past the rock that blocks the entrance of the tunnel it widens and rises at a steep angle. The quarters are tight, even for one of your stature and black grains of what looks like sand coat your clothes and limbs from your squeezing through the tight spaces. After a short distance the tunnel breaks into two. You can see from your position that one of the tunnels is blocked by a large boulder and is impassable. The other tunnel curves and flattens out, following parrallel to the main tunnel for a distance. This gallery at one point widens considerably in height. At this point the ceiling of the tunnel would be 50 ft above you. Color is still hard to see in the tunnel but something metallic gleams in a thick vein far above your head. Once you continue on the tunnel curves again back towards the main tunnel and comes down to join the ceiling. (r21) It's steep and slippery from the sandy black grit that covers the tunnel. If you choose to go this way rather than return give me a balance check DC15. Note falling risk 2d6 damage if you fail you balance check. Will allow you to use climb skill if you prefer.\n "
},
{
"author": "Hastuur",
"message": "Targ turns and reguards Argent. \" Aye, we should wait fer Mara ta finish checkin out this hole. Don't know if we should wait or go foreward .\" He turns to face Relgan. \" Thoughts cousin ?\".\n\nAnyone close to Targ can hear him slightly humming to himself. A silent prayer to ease the nerves of the upcomming findings."
},
{
"author": "lotofsnow",
"message": "Relgan nods in agreement with Targ.\n\n Once she gets back, we'll proceed with caution. I think we should try to stick as close together as possible from now on in. He looks anxiously down the tunnel, trying to catch a glimpse of the returning whisper gnome."
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": "(sorry guys, i had a dissapeared)\n\nEdehel's face is grim. Well, grimmer then usual. They had barely started their journey, and already they had lost 2 teammates. Luckily, neither was dead, and Thamyn should return as quick as possible, but it is still a pretty heavy atmosphere in the tunnels. He waits a little behind the others, glancing behind them, straining for any sound of anything approaching them. Maybe the soldiers behind them would be early? That would be a lucky turn of events, and well welcomed. Or, maybe there was a small crevace, overlooked, behind which, dark things would creep up behind them...\n\nHe shook his head slightly, banishing unbidden thoughts of many-legged demons looming from the shadows, and watched, carefully.\n\nEdit:I had some rolls here, but they didn't work, and were probably unnessecary. so i edited them out."
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": "[ooc] JAGG taps foot and looks at the bear. We are waiting on our scout, what's the hold up on posting?....[/ooc]"
},
{
"author": "purepolarpanzer",
"message": "(sorry. Holiday season=hectic)\n\nMara attempts to keep her footins across the sandy surface, moving slowly and carefully. Her sensesrun a knife's edge, and she is ready to roll with the fall if she slips.\n \n Spoiler \n Balance (1d20+3)[ 9 ] And if she falls tumble (1d20+7)[ 22 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by purepolarpanzer \n (sorry. Holiday season=hectic)\n\nMara attempts to keep her footins across the sandy surface, moving slowly and carefully. Her sensesrun a knife's edge, and she is ready to roll with the fall if she slips.\n \n Spoiler \n Balance (1d6)[ 3 ] And if she falls tumble [roll1]\n \n \n \n\nMara feels her footing slide as she starts down the end of the tunnel at a steep distance. Seeing no other choice, she attempts to thrust with her feet and turn her uncontrolled fall into a controlled tumble which stops her from taking most of the damage. She lands badly however striking her knee hard on the rocks that have obviously fallen from this end of the passage and lie on the floor of the gallery.\n\nfalling damage (1d6)[ 3 ] Position s19 on map"
},
{
"author": "technophile",
"message": "[ooc]Sorry about the lack of posting, fellas; things have been crazy the last few days.[/ooc]\n\nIelisia watches the tunnel ahead of them, her senses straining at the encroaching darkness and her heart drumming with her need to find the lost dwarves. She wasn't even sure why she felt it so strongly, but since the moment Dumathoin explained their plight she's been able to turn her thoughts from Coin and his students only with an effort of will. Her determination shines in her face.\n\n \"I hope Mara returns swiftly,\" she murmurs to Edehel. \"The longer we linger the more time our enemies have to improve their position.\" "
},
{
"author": "purepolarpanzer",
"message": "Mara favors one leg as she carefully looks at her surroundings, before heading back along the path, as silently as possible, to meet her companions.\n \n Spoiler \n Spot (1d20+2)[ 12 ] Search (1d20+6)[ 23 ] Move Silently (1d20+9)[ 26 ] Hide (1d20+13)[ 20 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": " \"I hope that too. It might really slow us down. And I have really bad feelings about those shadows.\" \n\nHe mutters his reply to Ielisia without turning his head from his back-watch, and doesn't look around to see if Mara is there."
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": "As Mara makes her way back carefully towards the rest of the group, hiding and moving as silently as possible, she crosses the intersecting passage (Q19). In the light cast from thousands of glowworms she can see a large shape resting beside a boulder that has come loose from the wall. It looks like a toad, but larger than any she has seen before. It's larger than a horse, and it's wide mouth looks capable of swallowing the gnome whole. She manages to creep past gingerly however and return to the group. (N19)"
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": "Gwyn hears a soft crunch come from behind him. He whirls around, only too see that it was only Mara.\n\n \"What news?\" he whispers."
},
{
"author": "purepolarpanzer",
"message": " Nothing good... \nMara favors her leg, stumbling slightly. her cheeks are still red with the emotion she felt earlier.\n Ahead there is a massive toad creature. It may be acting as a sentry, as it appears far from any main force. "
},
{
"author": "lotofsnow",
"message": "Relgan's relieved smile at Mara's safe return darkens quickly to a determined frown at her mentioning of the toad creature ahead.\n\n It seems to be a strange creature ahead. Turning to Ielisia, he asks, Have you read of any such creature in your studies? Do you have any knowledge of its weaknesses? Its strengths? "
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": "Edehel shows his derision at the idea.\n \n\"I very much doubt that even Ielisia can figure out its strengths from a rough 2nd hand glimpse.\" "
},
{
"author": "lotofsnow",
"message": "Relgan nods at Edehel's wisdom.\n\n Then I suppose we'll have to take a look for ourselves.\n\nArgent, you take the front with me. Everyone else, stay close behind. \n\nThe dwarf waits for the party to prepare. Once everyone is ready, he leads the way down the tunnel toward the mysterious creature."
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": "[ooc] With the use of the dwarven armoured fighters I'm going to assume that you are not going to attempt a stealthy attack. These guys are not quiet and having them clomp up the tunnel will wake the toad [ooc].\n\nArdent nods and settles his helm firmly on his head. \" Let's go.\"\n\nAs the armoured fighters move up the tunnel, a strange low hissing sound can be heard and from the mouth of the tunnel billows a thin cloud. This cuts visibility in the tunnel ahead. The cloud is moving towards you as the hissing sound continues."
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": "Edehel watches the cloud billow towards them. \"I think we should all take a deep breath.\" he murmers, half to himself."
},
{
"author": "purepolarpanzer",
"message": " Indeed. Wait till the last second. It may count. \nMara moves foreword with the group, waiting to take her breath until the last moment."
},
{
"author": "Hastuur",
"message": "\" Er' we go laddies \" Gripping his shield ahead of him, Targ waits."
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": "Sounds can be heard from deep within the cloud, but are muted. (listen check DC20 to correctly determine what is happening). One thing that can be heard is that the hissing stops, a huge lungful of air is drawn and further hissing continues. The cloud gets bigger and wafts it's way towards the group. As the cloud covers the group, no effect can be seen. It feels like a cloud of water vapour designed to cut visibility...nothing more.\n\n\n[ooc]give me initiative rolls for order[/ooc]"
},
{
"author": "lotofsnow",
"message": "Initiative Roll: (1d20+2)[ 9 ] "
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": "[ooc] You gonna try a listen check?[/ooc]"
},
{
"author": "lotofsnow",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Jagg \n [ooc] You gonna try a listen check?[/ooc] \n \n\n[ooc]sure, why not? (1d20+2)[ 16 ] [/ooc]\n\nRelgan's dwarf ears strain to make out the nature of the sounds within the fog."
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": "Listen\n (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \n\nIni\n (1d20+5)[ 17 ] "
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": "[ooc] Noice listen check roll [/ooc]\n\nEdehel's elven ears almost twitch as he tries to understand the meaning behind the soft sounds coming from the cloud that now surrounds him. Then it hits him, as a soft patter hits the floor of the passageway ahead of the group. I think it's climbed the walls. It must be able to stick to the ceiling. "
},
{
"author": "Hastuur",
"message": "Listen Check (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \n\nInitiative Roll (1d20+1)[ 10 ] "
},
{
"author": "purepolarpanzer",
"message": " (1d20+2)[ 11 ] Listen\n\n (1d20+3)[ 8 ] Init"
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": "Edehel rocks slightly backwards on his feet. \"Oh Gods. It's on the wall.\" "
},
{
"author": "Jagg",
"message": "[ooc] Well technophile did say that things would be difficult during this week. Did he tell anyone in particular to look after Ielisia?[/ooc]\n\nSo far Initiative table is\n\nEdehel 17\nRelgan 16\nTarg 10\nMara 8\nIelisia ?\nArgent ?\n\nSomone want to roll for Argent and Ielisia?"
},
{
"author": "lotofsnow",
"message": "Argent Initiative: (1d20+2)[ 12 ] ; Listen: (1d20+9)[ 13 ] \n\nIelisia Initiative: (1d20+1)[ 11 ] ; Listen: (1d20+1)[ 18 ] \n\n[ooc]Also, Relgan's initiative is 9, not 16 as indicated in the table.[/ooc]"
},
{
"author": "technophile",
"message": "[ooc]Sorry all, we caught some nasty English stomach bug on arrival and have been trying to recover. 😛 Probably be on intermittently from here until the 23rd.[/ooc]\n\nIelisia grimaces at Edehel's warning. \"It's probably one of those dragon-kin Moradin warned us of,\" she responds to Relgan's question. \"Be careful of its mouth, from the guards we saw earlier it seems its bite may be highly acidic. It may even be able to spit the acid at us, if we're unlucky.\" \n\n[ooc]Additional knowledge check, in case it's applicable (pretty sure none of the others she has are):\nKnowledge: Arcana (1d20+10)[ 17 ] [/ooc]\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nPrepared Spells:\n0: Resistance, Detect Magic x2, Message\n1: Ray of Enfeeblement, Color Spray, Magic Weapon\n2: Protection From Arrows, Extended Protection from Evil, Extended Magic Weapon\n\nActive Effects:\nMage Armor (CL3), AC 15\n\nCurrent HP: 9\n \n\n\n[ooc]If you get stuck waiting for me, I have no problem with lotofsnow running her until I reappear. Thanks for being patient! 😁 [/ooc]"
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": "Edehel carefully raises his bow, keeping an eye on both walls and the floor, and even the ceiling, waiting for something to show itself.\n\n \n Spoiler \n He takes a readied action to shoot thingy. He is just behind Targ, Relgan, and Argent, who I presume form the first rank.\nAttack Roll (1d20+9)[ 13 ] \nDamage Roll (1d10+3)[ 11 ] \n\nHp: 18\nAC: 23\nFor: +4\nRef: +6\nWill: +2\n "
},
{
"author": "purepolarpanzer",
"message": "Mara fades back and draws her bow, trying to use the mist to hide her position. Arrow nocked, she waits silently.\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+13)[ 25 ] Hide (1d20+9)[ 21 ] Move silently.\n "
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nNice rolls\n "
},
{
"author": "lotofsnow",
"message": "At Edehel's warning, Relgan warily begins to look all around. He squints, yet his dwarven sight, normally so acute in the underground, is frustrated by the mist.\n\nHefting the magic hammer, his gift from the god, he prepares to throw it at any giant toad-like creatures emerging from the fog.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHammer Readied for throwing:\nAttack: (1d20+5)[ 11 ] ; Damage on Contact: (1d8+3)[ 9 ] + (1d6)[ 6 ] (fire)\n \n\n\nHit Points: 31 / 31 \nAC: 19 (Ff: 17; T: 12)\nSaves: F +6 ; R +3 ; W +5 \nCurrent Effects: Bless \nFull Melee Attack: Hammer +7 1d8+3+ 1d6 (Fire) / Waraxe +6 1d10+1"
},
{
"author": "Hastuur",
"message": "Targ moves closer to Relgan as he remembers from his father's teaching that fighting in darkness/fog helps if you have a flank protector. He settles in and prepares to fight.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWarhammer (1d20+7)[ 9 ] Damage (1d8+2)[ 7 ] \n\nSpot Check (1d20+3)[ 8 ] \n "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "fleet",
"message": "From far and wide, the great scholar mage Madnrake, summoned a conclave of many of the wealthiest and most powerful lords of the Geomundai, border lands. He asked them to come to hear of his latest research into the lost regalia of the once great empire.\n\nNow nearly two dozen men, ranging from ruthless warlords to pious paladins, find themselves sitting around a massive oaken table in the mages tower. The golden inlaid runes of the table, do little to offset the hostility in the room.\nAs you find your seats, Krain \"Lord of Dark Citadel\" stands up.\n\n\"If this petty mage can't find the time to see me when I arrive, he can watch me leave.\"\n\nWith these words Krain storms out slamming the mahogany doors behind him.. The room is silent in his wake."
},
{
"author": "samurai",
"message": "Marcus Solarius captain of the bloodcloaks the empirial armies a tall man with scared face and wearing a very decorated military uniform is lost in his thoughts not noticing krain's early departure. Then after what seems an eternity he looks to his bodyguard next to him in quiet and confidence \" good things come to those who wait \"."
},
{
"author": "fleet",
"message": "As you wait a liveried servent enters the room and sets out a series of unopened chilled wine bottles.\n\n\"Please excuse the delay sires, some guests are still not here yet and the master has been detained\"\n\nGoblets are set before you, and each baron is provided a sealed bottle so that their trusted servants might pour. The servant bows and exits, several lords take the bottled wine and follow him, filing out of the room in disgruntlement and boredom.\n\nAs the wine is poured general atmosphere of relaxed conversation begins to predominate in the room and the remaining lords unwind with their peers awaiting the arrival of the tardy mage."
},
{
"author": "samurai",
"message": "Marcus begins to eat and drink with perfect posture and begins a conversation with a empirial navy captain next to him on the state of the empire. His main points are of criticism of the placity of the empirial military and wide spread corruption of the senate."
}
] |
[
{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 17: Kale vs. Dunkin \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n All combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Damionte",
"message": "Checking in\n\nIs that a typo in the thread header or is it a three way match?\n\nInitiative:\n (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \n\nStarting Mounted N25 "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "The match is kale vs dunkin. The opening post was probably a copy/paste error."
},
{
"author": "Damionte",
"message": "Ahh which means I am blue. I'll edit my start location then."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Yeah, I was updating everything and was getting tired of it 😳 , so that was my bad."
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " GM Kyeudo \n Dunkin is the Winner! "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 9: Rune vs. Zaknefein \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Rune - Bingo Bob \n Zaknefien - Deathslayer7 \n All combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "bingo_bob",
"message": "Hey! It's finally the last match of round 9! It's been... wow, a couple months at least. Rune's been getting pretty dusty. 😛\n Initiative - (1d20+1)[ 11 ] "
},
{
"author": "Deathslayer7",
"message": "Zak here.\n\n (1d20+3)[ 13 ] \n\n\nRefs only: Spells\n \n Spoiler \n\nCure Minor Wounds x3\nEntangle x2\n \n\n\ngood luck"
},
{
"author": "Deathslayer7",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nWolf will stay in Y14 since i can't control him very well. For now at least.\n\nI'll start in Y13 and double move to O13.\n\n (1d20+3)[ 15 ] Hide\n (1d20+3)[ 20 ] MS\n (1d20+8)[ 13 ] Spot\n (1d20+8)[ 18 ] Listen\n \n\n\nyour turn"
},
{
"author": "bingo_bob",
"message": " Rune, Round 1 \n Actions \n \n Spoiler \n\n Binding Amon - (1d20+3)[ 7 ] .\n\nStart in B13 with shield and morningstar in hand. Drink potion of Hide From Animals, and then move to F13.\n \n\n Stats \n \n Spoiler \nHP: 10/10, AC 21, Fort +5, Ref +1, Will +2, DR 2/Adamantine, Light Fortification. Potion on Round 1/100\n \n\n\nYour move."
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": " Ref Maurkov \n\n@Zaknefein \n Spoiler \nStairs cost 2 to climb and your speed is listed as 30. A double move will only bring you to Q13. No LoS from Q13.\n \n\n@Rune \n Spoiler \nNo LoS\n "
},
{
"author": "Deathslayer7",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Move to L13. If I see him, I'll cast entangle on him. If not, double move to L15.\n "
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nLoS established. Zak moves to L13, spots Rune in F13, and casts a spell. Rune needs to make a Reflex save as vines, grasses, and roots try to entangle him."
},
{
"author": "bingo_bob",
"message": "Hmm... let's hope... (1d20+1)[ 14 ] "
},
{
"author": "Deathslayer7",
"message": "DC 13, but you can only move for half speed until you get out of it. 40. ft radius around you.\n\nYour turn."
},
{
"author": "bingo_bob",
"message": "Double move to J13.\n\n\n Stats \n \n Spoiler \nHP: 10/10, AC 21, Fort +5, Ref +1, Will +2, DR 2/Adamantine, Light Fortification. Potion on Round 2/100 (Like it matters)\n "
},
{
"author": "Deathslayer7",
"message": "Well we both need to make reflex saves again. I'm to close.\n\n (1d20+3)[ 22 ] \n\nAlso, sorry for not posting earlier. Having trouble with GITP. Have to constantly refresh pages to see new post that are up.\n\nok double move to O13.\n\nyour turn."
},
{
"author": "bingo_bob",
"message": " (1d20+1)[ 16 ] \n\nCome on... Come on...\n\nYES! Double Move to N14."
},
{
"author": "Deathslayer7",
"message": "Move to R11, and shoot you. You still need to make a reflex save again since your barely, but still in the 40 ft. radius.\n\n (1d20+3)[ 22 ] \n (1d8)[ 4 ] \n (1d20)[ 16 ] heel check for wolf. Wolf is at S11.\n\nyour turn"
},
{
"author": "bingo_bob",
"message": "Hmm... (1d20+1)[ 3 ] \n\nSo much for that."
},
{
"author": "bingo_bob",
"message": "Strength Check to move:\n\n (1d20+2)[ 17 ] \n Stats \n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 8/10, AC 21, Fort +5, Ref +1, Will +2, DR 2/Adamantine, Light Fortification. Potion on Round 2/100 (Like it matters), Entangled\n "
},
{
"author": "Deathslayer7",
"message": "Dc 20 for strength check sorry.\n\nbut ill gladly shoot you again. 😉\n (1d20+3)[ 7 ] \n (1d8)[ 6 ] \n\nyour turn , going on round 4/10 i think. checking."
},
{
"author": "bingo_bob",
"message": "Trying to move again...\n\n (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \n\nDang. Your turn."
},
{
"author": "Deathslayer7",
"message": "sorry for the long reply. GITP wasnt working with me.\n\n (1d20+3)[ 17 ] \n (1d8)[ 5 ] \n\nyour turn.\n\nThat should be an 18 for attack. Forgot about point blank shot. adds +1 to attack within 30 ft. Going on round 5/10."
},
{
"author": "bingo_bob",
"message": " Rune, Round 5 \n\nStrength Check (1d20+2)[ 17 ] \n\nLe sigh. Your turn.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 8/10, AC 21, Fort +5, Ref +1, Will +2, DR 2/Adamantine, Light Fortification. Potion on Round 5/100 (Like it matters), Entangled\n "
},
{
"author": "Deathslayer7",
"message": " (1d20+4)[ 24 ] \n (1d8)[ 1 ] \n\nyour turn. Entanlge is now my new favorite low level spell. Going on 6/10.\n\nedit: that sucks. Crit on a 1. Not bothering to do it since you have DR 2/- so it just goes back to 1 damage."
},
{
"author": "bingo_bob",
"message": "Actually, unless that crit confirms, I take no damage.\n\nStrength Check (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \n\nWoo! Move to R14, and drink a potion of enlarge person . I am now in RS 15/16."
},
{
"author": "Deathslayer7",
"message": "well heres that confirm. and you dont drink the potion or move. breaking the effects of entangle is a full round action. and dont forget to roll a reflex save again after my turn.\n\n (1d20+4)[ 6 ] "
},
{
"author": "Deathslayer7",
"message": "Going on round 7/10.\n\n (1d20+4)[ 8 ] \n (1d8)[ 7 ] \n\nmove to O9 afterwards, staying out of range of the entanglement.\n\nyour turn."
},
{
"author": "bingo_bob",
"message": "Doh. Forgot about that.\n\nReflex Save (1d20+1)[ 19 ] \n\nMove to R11, Drink potion, I'm now in RS 11-12. Your turn."
},
{
"author": "Deathslayer7",
"message": " (1d20+4)[ 24 ] \n (1d8)[ 3 ] \n\nMove to I9. Your turn. Entanglement is going on 8/10."
},
{
"author": "Deathslayer7",
"message": "wow another crit. Better damage too.\n\nconfirm: (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \n\nyour turn. wooo hoooo.\n\n7 damage"
},
{
"author": "bingo_bob",
"message": "Move to MN 8-9, Total Defense. And you do realize that you're in the area of your own entangle, right?\n\nAnd about that crit... On a 4, it didn't happen (1d4)[ 4 ] .\n\nWoo! Light fortification FTW!\n\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 7/10, AC 24, Fort +5, Ref +1, Will +2, DR 2/Adamantine, Light Fortification. Potion on Round 5/100 (Like it matters), Enlarge on 2/10\n "
},
{
"author": "Deathslayer7",
"message": "i cant see the map right now, but if i am in the entanglement\nreflex: (1d20+3)[ 22 ] \n\nlets see this roll first"
},
{
"author": "Deathslayer7",
"message": "going on round 9/10.\n\n (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \n (1d8)[ 4 ] \n\nMove to I5.\n\nyour turn."
},
{
"author": "bingo_bob",
"message": "Hmm... I think it's probably suicidal attack time. Charge! MN 8-9 to KL 6-7.\n\nBalance: (1d20-3)[ 13 ] "
},
{
"author": "bingo_bob",
"message": "Well, I keep my footing... now the attack.\n\nAttacking with the horns that Amon grants.\n\n (1d20+5)[ 21 ] (Charge, High Ground, Str)\n\nDamage: (1d6+3)[ 8 ] + (1d8)[ 5 ] \n\nWow. I do believe that that is game."
},
{
"author": "Deathslayer7",
"message": "well that sucked. good game. I was going to entangle next round too."
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " GM Kyeudo \n Rune is the Winner! "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 23: The BAM vs. Likem \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n The BAM - bayar \n Likem - Siric \n All combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": " The BAM \n Initiative - (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \n\nHopefully this time, you will post more often and not get disqualified..."
},
{
"author": "Siric",
"message": "WIth a -2 Modifier, I can't win this Init. Go."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": " The BAM - Round 1 \n \n Spoiler \nStart in K6 with scroll of expeditious retreat and true strike in both hands.\n Standard action: \nCast Mage armor upon myself.\n Move action: \nMove to I10\n \n\n\nFamiliar: \n Spoiler \nStarts in K5.\nHide check: (1d20+16)[ 23 ] \n \n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 13/13\nAC:22 Flat:12 Touch:15\nSpells: 5 0lvl, 3 1lvl\nFamiliar: \n Spoiler \nHiding in K5\n \n\nBuffs: \n Spoiler \nMage armor:1/600 (+4 AC)\nCover from tree (+2 AC;+1 Reflex)\n \n\n \n\n\nEdit: Ermm....it is your turn...feel free to post..."
},
{
"author": "Siric",
"message": "Gawd, sorry. These things happen? No, really, I'm a douche. No more of this!\n\nAction...\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove to G 15 (double move)\n \n\nAnd I declare Dodge against you.\nStats, known to everyone-\n\nHP 9\t \t \t \t \t \t \t\nAC 18 (19, you)\nFORTITUDE +2\nREFLEX +4\nWILL +0\nPoint Blank Shot"
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": " The BAM, Round 2 \n\nSince noref came for LOS check, i will assume there is no LOS...\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove to F12\n \n\n\nNot done, need LOS, this time, hopefully, a ref will say something..."
},
{
"author": "stimpius",
"message": " Initiate Ref Stimpius \n\nLets wind it back to round 1.\n\nLoS establish\n\nThe BAM in I10\n\nand as Likem rounds the bottom left corner of the barn he sees BAM in I10 - He is in I19 by my counting.\n\nNow you may either change your move or keep it the same but please post anything obvious in the open now with LoS established."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "well...that was preety unexpected...1 out of 3 chances that we both go the same way..."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Siric \n No, really, I'm a douche. \n \n\nI am waiting on your remade actions, douche !"
},
{
"author": "Siric",
"message": "Oh, no, I'm good. Go ahead and Take your move.\n\n(By the way, didn't this happen last time we fought, except we went the other way?)"
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "no, the other time i entered the barn and came the same way you did...\n\nSo, I preety much shoot you with a speff from my current position:\n\n attack - (1d20+5)[ 14 ] \n damage - (1d8)[ 1 ] \n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 13/13\nAC:22 Flat:12 Touch:15\nSpells: 5 0lvl, 2 1lvl\n "
},
{
"author": "Siric",
"message": "I believe I'm in G15, According to My last post...\n\nShoot at you and duck behind the barn....\nYou're barely in PBS range.\n attack - (1d20+7)[ 25 ] \n Damage - (1d8+2)[ 9 ] \n \n Spoiler \nMove to K21\n "
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": " The BAM round 3 \n \n Spoiler \nStandard action\nDrink a potion of Cure Light Wounds.\n (1d8+1)[ 7 ] \n\nFree action\nDrop empty bottle.\n\nMove action\nMove to C14.\n \n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 11/13\nAC:22 Flat:12 Touch:15\nSpells: 5 0lvl, 2 1lvl\n "
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nJust barely have LoS.\n\nThe BAM is at C14. Likem is at K21."
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " GM Kyeudo \n The BAM is the Winner! "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "OologahQ",
"message": "As the Moonspeakers disperse back into the woods, you linger a moment to ponder. This was the first Moonspeaker gathering you have been allowed to attend, and the circle officialy recognized you as an initiate. You suddenly notice that another has remained behind, an old dreamseer name Greva. She is the second oldest in the circle, younger only than the High Druid Hess.\n\n\"Come closer, Kren, we must speak,\" she beckons to you. \"I have had strange visions this past week. I have kept them to myself thus far, but when I saw you tonight I knew by the tattoo on your arm that I must tell you. Yes, the others may not know, but you cannot hide your mark from those who have our eyes. Not many of our kind choose the service; few remember the debt we owe to the Empire. But enough of this, we must speak of what I saw.\"\n\n I saw a lion, proud and noble.\nSuddenly he is struck by an arrow.\nHe turns and roars in defiance at a mighty giant standing near.\nThe giant's mouth opens and hundreds of arrows pour forth.\nThe lion is pierced many times and sinks to the ground.\nThe ground begins to burn, engulfing everything.\nThe lion disapears, the giant disapears. All that remains visible are five arrows, embedded in the ground in a circle. \n\nYou feel your stomach sink and she relays the vision. For the last month you have seen parts of this vision in your dreams--the lion roaring, the flames, arrows everywhere.\n\n\"I fear dark days are coming to this world, and I think you may be somehow involved Arrow-Arm. Leave for Vrath in the morning, in the ages past many giants lived there. Tell me what you find, the survival of our people may depend on it.\"\n\nBefore you can speak she shapeshifts into a crow and flies away, leaving you alone with the smoldering embers of the campfire."
},
{
"author": "RhoOphuichi",
"message": "Damn! Kren had hoped the dreams were nothing more than the dredged-up memories of his time in the Pathfinders... If Greva saw them too, they must mean something . She was wise one, and her advice was always good. In the morning he would go to Vrath.\n\nBack to the human lands? Not a pleasant thought. The humans had too much...civilization. Too many rules; too many people obedient out of habit or apathy or fear instead of conviction of right. And too much cultivation! The great forests - out here they still stretched for hundreds of miles - were thinned out and tamed by farmers and lumbermen.\n\nKren settled down for the night under a pine. As he began to doze, wrapped in his cloak, he let himself consider Greva's vision.\n\nThe lion - a symbol of Ilium, and its patron, Volcannon... Arrows made him think of the Pathfinders, but why would they turn on their own country? Why would they join this giant - whatever it represents? His thoughts spinning, Kren drifted to sleep.\n\nBreakfast the next morning was a small rabbit, which Kren caught and ate while he hiked. A few days walk to the woods edge, a quick stop to get horse from Frez the hostler - he owes me one - and he would be in Vrath all too soon."
},
{
"author": "OologahQ",
"message": "\"Look Kren, I'm very appreciative of what you did for me with that mange. I promised never to give the horses alchemical boosters again. I will only use natural methods from now on. But I just don't have a horse I can give you. The only horse I have right now belongs to a knight who's stabling it here for a week. Its a purebred Ilian charger, not some riding horse. I'm supposed to be getting it ready for a joust. Its tempermental, it probably would buck you off anyway.\""
},
{
"author": "RhoOphuichi",
"message": "Fighting back the urge to growl, Kren sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. Three days fast walk to get here, barely stopping to sleep, and now this. \n A charger, huh? Sounds perfect. Look, Frez, I'm in a hurry and you owe me more than it'll cost to replace. Give it to me - and throw in the tack - and I'll say we're even. Don't say anything, Frez! I'm too tired to argue. Have the horse at the inn before dawn tomorrow, or you'll have to deal with a very angry druid. \n\nNow for a bath, a hot meal, and the last soft bed for a while. The trip to - Drellin, was it? - would be a long one, with little time for comfort.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDiplomacy = 16 +0 = 16\nWild Empathy = 5+9 = 14\nHandle Animal = 17+7 = 24\nRide = 11+3 = 14\n "
},
{
"author": "OologahQ",
"message": "Frez opens his mouth to protest but stands dumbfounded as Kren approaches the horse and leads it over to Frez. Frez nods in agreement as the horse nuzzles its new master."
},
{
"author": "RhoOphuichi",
"message": "Kren left the inn at dawn. The horse was waiting out front - in full barding. Well, what did I expect? I told him to throw in the tack. Kren lead the horse back to Frez's stables, removed everything except the saddle as quietly as he could, and left it neatly piled outside the door.\n\nThe horse - Horatio was the name on the saddle - pranced a bit when Kren mounted, but a few soothing words quieted him. Now, let's see how fast a druid can travel! Placing his hand on Horatio's neck, Kren muttered a few words and felt a surge of power.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Traveler's Mount \nLasts 3 hours.\n+10 enhancement to move speed.\nCan hustle without damage or fatigue.\nCannot make attack rolls.\n\nBase speed / hour = 6 mph.\nWith Traveler's Mount = 14 mph (hustling)\nCasting Traveler's Mount twice each day gives an overland speed of 96 miles per day on normal terrain. About three times the speed of an unbuffed horse!\n \n\n\nNow, he would ride hard for Drellin. Vrath's capital seemed a good place to start a search."
},
{
"author": "OologahQ",
"message": "After a day of hard riding aided by magic you arrive in Vrath. Not wasting time to find the main road, you cut cross country straight toward Drellin, hoping to find the road along the way. You crest a hill and see the main road stretch out before you. Suddenly the sound of flames assault your ears and your vision goes dark for a moment. You see flashing arrows again.\n\nYou shake your head once the vision passes and look down at the road. To the right you see two humans riding at a medium pace, one wears studded leather, has a mustache and wears a whip and rapier at his belt. The other wears a breastplate and has a huge greatsword strapped to his back. Off to the left you catch sight of something strange. Following behind them about 40 feet you see a bit of dirt from the road being kicked up as if there were a rider behind them, but see no rider. Though you can hear faintly the sound of the two humans horses, no sound seems audible from the phenomenon to the left."
}
] |
[
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": " You are all within the Temple Knight HQ located slightly north of the market place, it is mid-day. There are a few other Temple Knights gathered around. The room is full of chairs facing forward towards the heavy-set second in command named Alfred Woolocks (wool-locks) \n\nAlfred, in an apparent rage screams at you all \"There has been FIVE muggings and THREE shops have been stolen from today alone! What do we have to show for it?! NOTHING! Have you just been sitting on your asses or something? You're Temple Knights for Cuthbert's sake! At least act like it. Thankfully SOMEONE has done something productive today. \" He recovers his composure and brushes back what little hair he has on his head and continues. I was able to aquire some intel on a plan to highjack the dwarven mithril shipment that is to be coming through on the east side of town just outside the city limits. In five hours. I want you all to prevent this at all costs. Should the enemy prove hostile, you have permission to use deadly force. HOWEVER! I want you to bring back at least one of them, preferably someone other than a plain grunt back alive for questioning. I will not tolerate failure. DISMISSED! "
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": "Draga walks out of the office(?) with his fellow knights. He starts in with a language that you would never expect from a half-orc unless you had been around Draga for awhile. \"Some intel... it's about time. You'd think that we were the only ones doing anything in this place.\" Draga thinks for a second, then continues, \"The captain said we should leave in 5 hours, but perhaps it would be best if we left now and escorted the caravan into town. If you're going to attack a caravan, why wait until it's almost to town?\""
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": "The elf Arafin, effortlessly keeps up with the other knights. \"Why rush for five hours to meet a caravan we don't know how to find when we know where the ambush will be? Lets get us a good meal and hang out just east of the city. We'll be able to catch the caravan there without running two hours out then marching three hours back.\" Arafin shuffles the bow and the backpack on his back and thinks for a moment. \"Besides, if we catch the robbers too far from the city, we might be out of jurisdiction. We might have to rough them up then drag them back into town as it is.\"\n\n OOC Edit: Do we all already know each other? \n "
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "(you may know each other's names/faces but generally you haven't had time to really know each other)"
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": "\"Yeah, you're probably right, Arafin. Let's go get some food and watch around the town for a bit. We'll go out there an hour before the ambush and hide off to the side.\""
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": "Joanna has remained silent ever since entering the office, and the slight twist of her mouth is the only immediate sign of her irritation. \"Yes, it would be unwise to allow ourselves to be ambushed when we don't know how strong the enemy is.\" She glances at Draga. \"We should try and prevent the hijacking instead of hiding away until they make the first move. The longer we stay out to the east, the more time we have to investigate the area and perhaps find the criminals before they strike.\"\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \nHow many of us are heading out, and where does our jurisdiction end?\n "
},
{
"author": "Aroneth",
"message": "Aroneth smiles at the suggestion Joanna makes. \"That seems like a good idea, well scouting the area that is. Although one can always go for good food,\" He grins at Arafin for a moment before putting on a more stern face, \"our duty is to the fair people of this city, and to carry on Saint Cuthbert's will.\""
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": "Arafin speaks up, \"Before we leave town, we might want to pick up some rope or something to tie up who ever we don't kill.\" "
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "(note please have the post format of:\nCharacter Name (as a link)\n\nIn character stuff\n\nOOC:\n)\n\nOOC: Your party is 5 strong, your jurisdiction lasts for 1/2 a mile out of town in all directions"
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": "(OOC: as a link to what?)\n\n Joanna: \n\"I have some rope, but no manacles or chains. What about the rest of you?\""
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": " Draga Storg \n\n\"The HQ should have some, let's go grab some\"\n\n(OOC: The HQ has some, right? Also, to everyone else, this post is how things should be for the format. Character name with link, IC, OOC)"
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": " Joanna Cauven \n\n\"Some sort of transport would be useful. The best kind of prisoner is an unconscious one, and we can hardly drag them along the road.\" She smiles thinly.\n\n(OOC: I'd like to buy the following before we leave: sap, dagger, waterskin, backpack. Edit: Are our rooms located within the temple grounds?)"
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "OOC: yes you may buy them before you head out.\nHQ does have some rope (hemp, 10 foot sections), and three sets of plain mangles with the lowest quality locks\nyou just need to sign for them and return them within the week"
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": " Draga Storg \n\n\"If we can walk, they can walk. If you want to get a cart, we can ride it and they can walk behind it.\" Draga goes into the HQ and gets 5 sections of rope and the manacles. Once he signs for them and finds a backpack to put them in, he returns to the group. \"Shall we head for food?\""
},
{
"author": "Aroneth",
"message": " Aroneth Belouve \n\n\"I must say, I agree with Joanna. I know that unconscious persons are far more manageable than those who want to struggle. I am not too partial to carrying unconscious people. So I think we should get something to carry them, perhaps a cart?\""
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": " Joanna \n \"Yes, we can go for food,\" she says in an attempt to bring Draga's mind back to the matter at hand. \"And we can sit down and talk instead of loitering here. We know when and where the dwarves will be attacked, but we don't know by who, or how many there will be, or how many we will be bringing back. I can reserve a cart while the rest of you go on ahead.\" She hopes that the rest of the planning will not be like this -- five hours may seem like a lot now, but the shadows are starting to lengthen.\n\n(OOC: I know that the main road into the city is close to Red Fox territory, but does she? How much do we all know about the two groups and their styles?)"
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "(yes, you know the general areas, however you do not know the red path out of the city, nor the blue path to the side. you know the description in the main post)"
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": " Arafin \n \n\"These robbers either planned to stop the shipment or be fast enough to catch them. I perfer walking myself, but could a horse drawn cart hold all of us and move fast?\" "
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": " Joanna \n \"I was thinking of using the cart as a holding cell. As long as we can take it out of the city and keep it safe, we can load the robbers into it and be able to bring them in without worrying about whether they are going to escape.\" She furrows her brow and taps her foot lightly on the ground. \"Horses, perhaps?\" "
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "(the temple knights do have a small number of horses on hand, usually for messanger work but are allowed to be used if a job calls for it. count: 3)"
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": "\"Horses?\" Draga replies. \"From what I know, I don't think anyone here can ride a horse in battle.* If you'd like to use them to haul any prisoners, be my guest, but don't expect us to catch anyone with them. A cart won't be able to catch up with horses.\"\n\n\n(OOC: *Which is odd considering there are Paladins among us)\n(OOC: I was looking at the character sheets, and on Arafin I was wondering what book \"Skilled City Dweller\" is from and where you get the bonuses to jump? Also, it seems like you have too many SP?)"
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": " Joanna \n \"If we don't take any form of transport, we'll be travelling with conscious prisoners the whole way back.\" \n\n(OOC: Aroneth has ranks in Ride.)"
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": " Draga Storg \n\n\"I don't care about transporting the prisoners. I'm telling you that we're not going to be able to catch them, so we must keep them from taking anything.\""
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": " Arafin \n \"If they are on foot, I can catch them. On horses, not so much. I might be able to keep from falling off a horse, but anyone with any talent could ride circles around me.\" \n\n(OOC: I have a higher than normal base speed [I did say I prefer walking :P ] so thats +4 to jump and I have 5 ranks in tumble for a +2 synergy, for a bonus of +6 to jump. For skill points, I have 2 + int bonus + the craft/perform/profession that we all get. I don't know what book \"Skilled City Dweller\" is from, but jlousivy allowed it in the thread.)"
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": " Joanna \n \"I wasn't suggesting-\" Joanna stops and thinks for a second or two. \"Hmm, we would have to keep the wagon with us at all times, unless the commander spares some more men to watch it.\" She sighs and rubs her forehead. \"Damn it all! If only we knew more about their plans...\" "
},
{
"author": "Aroneth",
"message": " aroneth \n \"Well it is clear we all have. . . slightly. . . different views on this subject. I think we can agree that we need to protect the goods. If we have a cart or a wagon we can haul whomever we need to after, it is not like it is going to take extra time, we are guarding a wagon. I mean last I checked wagons were not the fastest things in the world, especially when they have a load in them.\" Aroneth shrugs."
},
{
"author": "RationalGoblin",
"message": " Luther Averick \n\nLuther listens to the suggestions, and ponders them carefully, then responds.\n\n \"Well, all of those arguments are thoughtful, but he said to bring at least one back. We won't need a wagon. All we need are manacles, and we already have those. So might I suggest that we have some food, and wait a while, and decide closer to when we will actually achieve it?\"\n\n Luther then rubs his pale, stubby chin thoughtfully.\n\n \"Of course, you could go the questionably moral way, and I could break their spirit, but I'm not a fan of the questionably moral way.\" \n "
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": " Joanna \n \"Good.\" She doesn't know whether the pale man is serious or joking, but either way is as bad as the other. \"Alright, we'll all get something to eat before we leave.\" "
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": " Arafin \n \"Sounds like a plan.\" \n\n(OCC: I'm about half color blind on this monitor, but if Aroneth would like to use green for his speech, I can change, since I can't tell the colors apart.)"
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "(do you guys agree to go eat? maybe down at the Crossbones Tavern on the way out of town?)"
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": " Joanna \n \"I suggest we go to the Crossbones Tavern, as we'll be passing by on the way out of town. I will join you a little later, as I have to buy some supplies of my own.\" She turns to the other paladin. \"Aroneth, are you in agreement?\" \n\n(OOC: Will update character sheet shortly.)"
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": "(Yes, I'm in agreement. If they want to get supplies or a cart, let them.)"
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": "(So shall we move onto the tavern already, since no-one has any objections?\n\nbtw, CrazyFatGoblin, is your character 120lb or 120kg?)"
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": "(I have no business really at the tavern either, so we can get onto something plot-related if the tavern is just to kill time)"
},
{
"author": "Aroneth",
"message": " aroneth \n \"That sounds like a fine idea maam.\" Slightly bows his head to Joanna."
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "Your group meets up at the Crossbones Tavern, you eat(or you don't), if you do the meal cost 6cp. You might discuss various stories of your work in the Temple Knights, or other small talk. Everyone finally meets outside with any equipment that they may have bought. (say now if you actually went and bought anything)"
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": " Joanna \n\nJoanna arrives last, weighed down by a heavy pack.\n\n(Bought items mentioned in earlier post.\nload with bag: 73lb (medium)\nload without bag: 46lb (light))"
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "Alright, all five members gather outside the Crossbones inn and start heading west. From your rough estimates, the caravan should be an hour away if you do not pursue any further"
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": "\"Shall we continue to the caravan?\" Draga says. \"If they're an hour away, we should meet up with them in half an hour, and if we're spotted waiting here, the ambush will probably move to further out.\""
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": " Arafin \n \"And once we get to the caravan and what shall we say?\" "
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": "\"We say that we are Temple Knights, that we heard possibility of an ambush and are here to provide extra protection. What else?\""
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": " \"A possibitity? Well, if you can say it with a straight face. The traders have no reason to go on into an ambush. I'd wager that it'd look better if we could nip the ambush in the bud and prevent the traders from knowing they were even in danger. Maybe find the ambushers before the traders get here.\" "
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": " Joanna \n \"The wooded area on the north side of the road will provide the robbers with plenty of hiding places. If we don't find anything there and we don't have time to search anywhere else, we'll have to take our chances and accompany the dwarves. I would certainly like to halt the ambush, but taking too long over the search will leave the dwarves unprotected.\" \n\n(OOC: What time of year is it, what's the weather like, what are the other major features of the area (or is there a detailed map available), what time does it get dark, and how much leeway do we have when describing the surroundings?)"
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": " Arafin \n \"Fair enough.\" "
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "season: Spring\nweather: Partly Cloudy, due to the trees and clouds there isn't too much light on the path, but there is enough\ndescription of the area: a fairly clear and level path that has small bends in the road with various forest life on each side, for about 1/4 mile outside the city there is no heavy vegetation. You may have appropriate leeway (ie: don't say you hide up in the top of the redwood tree which doesnt exist there)"
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": "(I hide in the top of a palm tree)\n\n>.>\n\nDraga helps search the wooded area for any would-be bandits, grateful for his darkvision. Once they have spent a little while looking around, he heads for the caravan with the rest of the party. (assuming we don't find anything)"
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "(all posts until the end of the mission please include your character sheet)\n\nIn the wooded area you find a small encampment that seems to have been abandoned long ago by the looks of it, but upon closer inspection you notice a couple embers of the fire still lingering."
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": "(Where are each of us when Draga finds the encampment?)"
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "You may choose to be either there or on the path.\nOn your next posts everyone say where you are and roll a spot and listen check."
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": " Draga Storg \n\nObviously I'm at the camp.\n\n spot - (1d20+3)[ 17 ] \n listen - (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \n(also, darkvision)"
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": " Arafin \n\nI guess if we split up to search, then I'll be nearer the trail than the camp.\n\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 8 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 12 ] \n(Low-light vision for the win! {I hope})"
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": " Joanna \n\nJoanna is about ten feet away from Draga.\n\nSpot: (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \nListen: (1d20+2)[ 21 ] "
},
{
"author": "RationalGoblin",
"message": " Luther \n\n(OOC: Spot check: 1d20+1=3 Listen check url=http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=962844]1d20+1=15[/url])\n\nLuther is on the path, near the town."
},
{
"author": "Aroneth",
"message": " Aroneth \n\nAroneth is on the path.\n\nSpot: (1d20+1) = [17]\nListen: (1d20+2)= [3]"
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "Joanna you hear some shuffleing in the bushes in the direction of the trail, they seem to getting further away.\n\nDraga- you see a slight flash of movement heading towards the trail\n\nArafin you also hear what Joanna hears, but it seems much closer to you than her.\n\nAroneth as you are looking around on the path you notice a few figures running through the trees and they suddenly stop, hiding themselves in the overgrowth."
},
{
"author": "Aroneth",
"message": " aroneth \n\nAroneth whispers to Luther, \"Luther we have some company, in the trees. They are hiding in the overgrowth. Don't look, just know that they are there and we may have to prepare.\" Aroneth remains in a casual position, although he is prepared to switch his stance to that of combat in a moment."
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": " Draga Storg \n\nDraga pulls out his weapon and move silently toward where he thinks they are/are going."
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": " Joanna \n\nJoanna follows the source of the noise, trying to keep to less obstructed terrain and listening closely for any sudden movements from the bushes."
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": " Arafin \n\nI try to sneak closer to get a better idea what I heard. As I move, I draw my bow and notch an arrow, just in case.\n\nOCC: rolls, if you need them:\n \n Spoiler \n\nMoving at half speed toward where the sound.\n\n hide - (1d20+5)[ 16 ] 5 dex, no AC penalty\n move_silently - (1d20+5)[ 13 ] \n spot - (1d20+1)[ 12 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 5 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": "(doo be doo...)"
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "Those near the trail see a sizable caravan coming around a slight bend in the road, it seems to have two dwarves controlling the beasts of burden. You overhear one of them laughing hystericly.\n\nThe thieves have taken notice of those on/near the trail. You see four\n\nRoll initiative. and first round actions\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n |A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y |Z|\n01| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n02| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n03| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n04| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n05| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n06| | | | | | |t| | | | | | | | | |\n07| | | | | | a |t|t| | | | | | | | |\n08| | | | | | r |t| | | | | | | | | |d\n09| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | j\n10| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n11| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n12| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n13| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n14| | | | | | L | | | | | | | | | | |\n15| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n16| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n17| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n19| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n20| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n21| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n22| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n23| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n24| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n25| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n26| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n27| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\nmiddle part = road.\nt= thief\nd=draga\na=arafin\nj=joanna\nL=luther\nr= aroneth \n "
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": " init - (1d20+1)[ 19 ] \nHmmm... too short you say?"
},
{
"author": "Aroneth",
"message": "Init - (1 d20+0)[16]\n\nShield and mace at the ready. Aroneth takes a defensive stance."
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": " init - (1d20+5)[ 9 ] \nI drop the bow and draw my rapier.\n\nI ready an attack against the first thief to move and say \"Ok, give yourselves up and drop your weapons or else we'll have to bring you in the hard way.\" \n\nI will apply my dodge bonus against the thief to the north east of me in G6."
},
{
"author": "RationalGoblin",
"message": " Luther \n\n(OOC: Intitiavte: 1d20+2=22 )\n\n \"I'd rather not kill them, but if they try to kill me, then I will pray for their souls.\"\n\n Luther draws his longsword and smiles faintly.\n\n\n "
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": " Draga Storg \n(Initiative above)\n\nDraga says \"Ah, this gear is slowing me down\" as he drops it and moves forward. Rushing forward 30 ft, he stops and yells \"Halt thieves! and you will live.\" He begins reciting words to cause fear within the hearts of the thieves. (DC 14 will save, targetting the one in the middle)"
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": " Joanna \n\nInitiative: (1d20)[ 14 ] \n\nJoanna shrugs off her pack and moves towards the group of thieves. She remains silent, observing each of the thieves in turn.\n\n(OOC: moving from Q9 to Q6, I think. What do our opponents look like and what armour are they wearing?)"
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": "(That should have been Q9 to Q3.)"
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "the thieves seem to be waring green leather armour and are wielding small bladed weapons, the one in back has a shortbow cocked and aimed a little northeast, however upon \"kyace\"'s comment he changes aim.\n\nInitiative:\n\"kyace\"\njoanna\nthief\nthief\naroneth\nthief\ndraga\nluther\n\nnote: please please put your character name at the top i have too many players to remember all names this early :-), and my apologies, i'm looking into a different sort of grid as I just noticed how terrible that one is\n\n \"Errg\" grunts the thief as he barely manages to shake off the spell. \"Change of plan boys! Take these guys out then get the cargo!\" \n\nThiefA(shortbow) pulls back his bowstring and cries out \"DIEEEE!\" the arrow misses Arafin horribly.\n\nThiefB lunches forward stabbing Aroneth in the arm \"HaHA!\" (4 damage)\n\nThiefC dashes beside his friend and attempts to attack Aroneth, but his shield blocks the attack.\n\nThiefD runs up to arafin and his dagger slips past his left side\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n |A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y |Z|\n01| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n02| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n03| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n04| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n05| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n06| | | | | | t | | | | | | | | | | |\n07| | | | | | a | |t | | | | | | | | |\n08| | | | | | r t | | | | | | | | | | |d\n09| | | | | | t | | | | | | | | | | | j\n10| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n11| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n12| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n13| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n14| | | | | | L | | | | | | | | | | |\n15| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n16| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n17| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n19| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n\nmiddle part = road.\nt= thief(I-6)(J-8)(J-9)(N-7)\nd=draga (Q-8)\na=arafin (H-7)\nj=joanna(U-9)\nL=luther(I-14)\nr= aroneth(I-8) \n "
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": " Arafin \n\nArafin strikes out at the thief beside Aroneth with the rapier. He also draws his whip with his other hand. Arafin keeps an eye on the thief to his north (applying dodge bonus to that one).\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n attack - (1d20+8)[ 20 ] \n damage - (1d6+1)[ 2 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": "Deleted due to misreading map. Will use invisiblecastle for new action. Sorry about this."
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": " Joanna \n\nJoanna draws her sword as she passes Draga and moves into the thick of the battle, weaving between the combatants to avoid being attacked.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTake two move actions to get to L9 and then L6.\n "
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": "(I moved 20 feet toward the enemy last round... I said 30, but I have medium armor on so even when I drop the backpack it's still base speed of 20 feet. Either way, I'm within charging distance. I'll post my action in a sec)\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDon't put spaces next to the characters, it's throwing it off. Also, if you use the \"Fixedsys\" font, they'll line up perfectly. Voila.\n \n\nHere's the map according to those coordinates\n--|A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y |Z|\n01| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n02| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n03| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n04| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n05| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n06| | | | | | | | |t| | | | | | | |\n07| | | | | | | |a| | | | | |t| | |\n08| | | | | | | | |r|t| | | | | | |d\n09| | | | | | | | | |t| | | | | | | | | | |j\n10| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n11| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n12| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n13| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n14| | | | | | | | |L| | | | | | | |\n15| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n16| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n17| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n19| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | \n "
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": "(I'm now completely confused. Are we using Sutherland's map, or the co-ordinates given underneath the original map for this round? I was going by the co-ordinates, since I couldn't read the original map.)"
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": "I added a map that corresponds to the coordinates. What I didn't realize was that he had each character equal to a space, so it didn't line up at all with the top row."
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": "(Cool, thanks. L6 it is then.\n\nAlso, what are the sizes/races of each of the thieves?)"
},
{
"author": "Aroneth",
"message": " Aroneth \n\nAroneth swings his mace against the thief that hit him.\n\n \n Spoiler \nattack:(1d20+3)=[21]\ndamage:(d8+2)=[4]\n "
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": "(Can we roll on the boards, please?)\n\n Draga Storg \n\nAfter seeing the thieves attacking his fellow Temple Knights, Draga gets angry and decides it's time to teach them a lesson.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCharging the thief with the crossbow\n attack - (1d20+8)[ 14 ] \n damage - (1d8+3)[ 10 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": "(If Arafin wasn't to the north of Aroneth like I thought, I guess he takes five foot step to the east before he attacks the guy he couldn't reach. And to prevent Aroneth from being flanked.)"
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "you may roll as you like. we can use sutherlands' grid (THANK YOU, i hate fonts) Each thief is human-sized.\n\nDraga charges and smashes down his longsword digging deep into the thief's shoulder as the thief screams out in pain. In response he drops his bow and draws his dagger, thrusting it between Draga's armour plates. (5 damage)\n\nAroneth's mace connects clearly with the thief's neck.\nAroneth easily dodges one attack from a thief while the other's attack is narrowly deflected by his armour.\n\nArafin parries the thief's dagger just before it connects with his face.\n\n*snap* With a sudden grin Luther charges the thief and cleanly cuts into the thief's neck causing it to hemmorage (critical hit 16 damage)\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n --|A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y |Z|\n01| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n02| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n03| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n04| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n05| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n06| | | | | | | | |t| | |j| | | | |\n07| | | | | | | |a| | | | | |t|d| |\n08| | | | | | | | |r|t| | | | | | |\n09| | | | | | | | | |x| | | | | | |\n10| | | | | | | | | |L| | | | | | |\n11| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n12| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n13| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n14| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n15| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n16| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n17| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n19| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | \nx=unconciousthief\n "
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": " Arafin \n\nArafin attacks whatever thief he can reach with his rapier.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n attack - (1d20+8)[ 18 ] \n damage - (1d6+1)[ 7 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by jlousivy \n you may roll as you like. \n \n\n(I was just referring to the fact that we shouldn't just write in rolls.)\n\n Draga Storg \n\nDraga winces in pain at the dagger, and says \"Theif, you will pay for that.\"\n attack - (1d20+6)[ 21 ] \n damage - (1d8+3)[ 4 ] "
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": " Joanna \n\nJoanna sees one of the thieves fall bleeding heavily, but decides to concentrate on the active opponents for now. She charges one of the thieves.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack: (1d20+6)[ 12 ] \nDamage: (2d6+3)[ 10 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "Joanna valiently swings at the thief but he manages to hop aside at the last second followed with a swing of his own hitting her in the side (4 dmg). Arafin, seeing an opening in the thief's defence as Joanna attacks, attacks as well rendering the thief unconcious.\n\nSeeing the thief fall down beside him he runs off screaming \"RETREAT!!!\" (withdraw) to (L-01)\n\nDraga smashes down his longsword scraping down the side of the thief's left arm.\nThe thief in melee with Draga cries out in pain then grunts \"Spineless bastard get back here!\" as he lunges at Draga once more for (3 dmg)\n\n(end round 2, also everyone make a spot check and listen check)\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n --|A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y |Z|\n01| | | | | | | | | | | |t| | | | |\n02| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n03| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n04| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n05| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n06| | | | | | | | |x|j| | | | | | |\n07| | | | | | | |a| | | | | |t|d| |\n08| | | | | | | | |r| | | | | | | |\n09| | | | | | | | | |x| | | | | | |\n10| | | | | | | | | |L| | | | | | |\n11| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n12| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n13| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n14| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n15| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n16| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n17| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n19| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\nx=unconciousthief \n "
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": " Draga Storg \n spot - (1d20+3)[ 14 ] \n listen - (1d20+3)[ 21 ] "
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "(draga, you going to attack that guy or no?)"
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": "(It depends on if I heard anything...)"
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": " Joanna \n\nJoanna checks on her wounds and then those of the thief lying next to her. He doesn't seem to be in immediate danger of dying, so she turns to the rest of the group. \"Aroneth, how is that other thief? He took quite a blow.\" \n\nSpot: (1d20+2)[ 8 ] \nListen: (1d20+2)[ 17 ] \n(down to 20hp)"
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": "(Alright, well if they're just gonna stand around I might as well post my attack.)\n\n Draga Storg \n attack - (1d20+6)[ 23 ] \n damage - (1d8+3)[ 9 ] "
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": " Arafin \n\n((There is just more woods to the north of the map, right?))\n\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 8 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 2 ] \n\nUnless something changes drastically (due to the spot check or the thief moving), Arafin will move to the square to the north west of the running thief. (Moving up to H3 then diagonally up to K0 for a distance of 40 ft.) Once there, Arafin will attack the remaining thief with rapier. If before Arafin can move, the thief moves to a point that doesn't put him 50 more feet away from Arafin, Arafin instead tries to charge the thief. If the thief moves farther than 50 ft more + the 30 feet distance he already has, and the spot check doesn't reveal anything drastic before then, then Arafin runs after him.\n\nIf due to the spot check, the fight changes before Arafin can attack, I'll wait until then to decide what Arafin does. If Arafin fails the spot check or the spot check doesn't change the fight much, then use the above actions.\n\nRolls for noncharging attack. Add 2 to attack roll for charing one.\n attack - (1d20+8)[ 28 ] \n damage - (1d6+1)[ 6 ] "
},
{
"author": "Aroneth",
"message": " Aroneth \n\nAroneth kneels before the thief that is unconscious by him, \"By Cuthbert, you have yet to pay for your crimes thief.\" \n(Using lay on hands to stabilize the thief, healing him for 1 hp.)\n He will be alright Joanna. He must come to justice for his crimes. \n\nSpot: (1d20+2)=[21]\nListen:(1d20+1)=[14]"
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": "(Draga is currently down 9 hitpoints. -If there is no pressing items other than the caravan that is on its way,- he will cast Cure Minor Wounds on any theives that are not dead yet to stabilize them, then he will cast Cure Light Wounds on himself, then he will go pick up the manacles and other equipment he dropped in the forest and chain the now stable thieves.)\n(Aroneth: where are you rolling?)"
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": " Joanna \n\nIf I fail both checks AND Arafin attacks from K0 to L1:\n\n \n Spoiler \nJoanna follows Arafin as he gives chase, and tries to take advantage of the distracted enemy. Muttering a brief prayer, she strikes.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove diagonally to M3, then one square up to M2. Flanking position added to roll. If Arafin hits with his attack, use the gauntlet. If he doesn't, use the greatsword.\n\nAttack (both weapons have the same mod): (1d20+6)[ 26 ] \nGauntlet damage: (1d4+2)[ 6 ] \nGreatsword damage: (2d6+3)[ 11 ] \n\n...Unless Arafin manages to drop the thief before I get there, in which case Lay On Hands for 1 point.\n \n\n \n\nIf anything else:\n\nNo action decided."
},
{
"author": "Aroneth",
"message": " aroneth \nAroneth grabs his manacles and puts them on the thief that is next to him.\n\n(I am rolling with random.org and actual dice.)"
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "With a valient swing Draga drops his foe leaving a large gash in his neck.\n\nThe remaining theif runs further north towards the caravan and jumps onto it.\n \"Take one more step and I'll slit this dwarf's throat!\" \n\njoanna and draga, you do now notice that you hear a rustling in the woods to the west, but they seem to be moving further west.\nAroneth, you notice that the person was wearing a red bandana, very akin to the red foxes'.\n\n\n(end combat)"
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by jlousivy \n Arafin, seeing an opening in the thief's defence as Joanna attacks, attacks as well rendering the thief unconcious.\n\nSeeing the thief fall down beside him he runs off screaming \"RETREAT!!!\" (withdraw) to (L-01)\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n --|A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y |Z|\n01| | | | | | | | | | | |t| | | | |\n02| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n03| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n04| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n05| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n06| | | | | | | | |x|j| | | | | | |\n07| | | | | | | |a| | | | | |t|d| |\n08| | | | | | | | |r| | | | | | | |\n09| | | | | | | | | |x| | | | | | |\n10| | | | | | | | | |L| | | | | | |\n11| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n12| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n13| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n14| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n15| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n16| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n17| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n19| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\nx=unconciousthief \n \n \n \n\n(Just how many actions did the thief take between Arafin dropping the other thief and before Arafin could move? A full round action (retreat), a move action (to move to the caravan) and a standard action (to ready an attack)?)\n\nEdit:\n(Also, is this last thief injured already?)"
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "(i assumed joanna and arafin gave chase seeing how they stated that as their action, but seeing how he was already further ahead than the others he was able to consistantly stay outside of their range, thank you run feat. And he took 4 damage from Aroneth)"
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": "(How does that break down mechanically? I thought we reached him anyway, since at the start of round 3 he was in move/charge range and our initiative was higher.)\n(Edit: I cast Summon DM as an out-of-game action and then move to M2 anyway. >.>)\n\n Joanna \n\nJoanna halts as she hears the thief's threat. In the silence that follows, she hears a rustling in the bushes to the west. More of them? Damn it... All she can do is stand in place as the sound recedes, and try to catch a look at the mystery person. With a grunt of frustration, she sheathes her sword and assesses the situation. The dwarf hasn't been killed immediately, which she finds at least a little encouraging. \"Your fellows are not in any danger from us. There's no need for any more blood to be spilt.\" She speaks gently, hoping to calm the dwarf as well as the thief.\n\nSpot at the bushes: [roll]1d20+2[/roll]\nSense Motive, if I can use it here: [roll]1d20+8[/roll]\nDiplomacy roll, if it's needed now: [roll]1d20+8[/roll]\n\n(How far away is everyone from the caravan?)"
},
{
"author": "RationalGoblin",
"message": " Luther \n (OOC:If the thief is in range, Luther casts magic missle. If not, he steaths his sword, and checks on the chained thieves.)\n\n \"Why, oh why must you tempt the long arm of the law?\" \n "
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": "Oh yeah, forgot I was editing.\n\nSpot: (1d20+2)[ 12 ] \nSense Motive: (1d20+8)[ 15 ] \nDiplomacy: (1d20+8)[ 17 ] \n\n(Luther's post wasn't there when I started editing. What now?)"
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": " Draga Storg \n\n(I'm not sure if it's my turn, or if we still have turns or what... )\n\nDraga moves towards the west, trying to pinpoint what he hears.\n\n(If he sees someone within 30ft, cast Command on them - Approach)"
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": "Umm, Arafin don't have the run feat, but has base speed of 40 ft. so 40 ft * 4 is 160 ft. If the thief has a base speed of 30 ft then 30 ft * 5 = 150 ft. Assuming we \"gave chase\", Arafin stands a good chance of catching him. Arafin was only 30 feet behind, so for every round we ran, Arafin should have been gaining 10 ft. At the most, Arafin should be only 20 ft away from the thief, and thats only if the dwarf was exactly opposite the thief from Arafin, if the dwarf was at an angle, then the thief is closer, maybe within rapier range, but at least in whip range."
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "(luther you are out of range for your magic missile so you are checking on the downed theives)\n(arafin doesn't have the run feat, but the thief does, with a 40 move speed)\n(draga, please put in DC's in the text, but you cannot see anyone, from what you see/heard they seem to have left)\nAfter Joanna talks to the thief he remains firm in his resolve to kill the dwarf\n \"STAY AWAY! I'LL KILL HIM! I SWEAR!!\" \nHe starts taking the dwarf slowly towards the edge of the bandwagon.\nThen you hear the dwarf laugh hystericly.\nspot check arafin: 16\nspot check joanna: 9\neach of you notice that the dwarf's mouth isn't moving.\narafin, you notice that neither dwarf is breathing either"
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": "I'm going to walk toward the caravan."
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": "(Is Arafin within charging distance?)"
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": " Joanna \n \"Arafin, do you see that dwarf's mouth? It's not moving,\" Joanna mutters, taken aback by the strange turn of events. \"Do you have any idea what could be causing this?\" \n\n(Is there a thief and two dwarves, or is the thief a dwarf? Where exactly is everybody at the moment, and did Draga take his cure/fetch stuff/manacle action? I don't think so, but I'm just checking.)"
},
{
"author": "Aroneth",
"message": "Aroneth whispers to Joana \"Red Foxes Ma'am. Saw the bandanna in the bushes. We might be in for a whole lot of trouble real soon.\" Aroneth with watch the dwarf intently."
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": " Arafin \n\nArafin whispers. \"I've got no idea. The dwarf is fake or something: it's not even breathing. I think the thief might be in more danger than the dwarves. However, the d*mn thief is fast enough that if we warn him, we'll never catch him.\" "
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": " Joanna \n \"He can't outrun an arrow. If the dwarf is as good as a corpse then there's no need to hold back, but I want to know what he finds so amusing before I charge in.\" \n\n(If Joanna's 60ft or less away from the caravan and we don't enter combat, cast Detect Evil. If successful, continue until third round if possible. Aroneth, if you haven't moved since manacling the thief I think you'll need to speak up a bit for me to hear you. :) )"
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "2 dwarves, 1 thief\ndraga walks forward and the three of you are about 40 feet away from the caravan. (draga, joanna, arafin)\n(the other 3 thieves are unconcious and stabalized)\njoanna you detect evil on the thief, but nothing from that dwarf.\n\nThe thief overhears some of the conversation and then slices at the dwarf, his dagger going straight through, and the dwarf disapears.\n\n(roll initiative and a spot check)"
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": " Arafin \n init - (1d20+5)[ 7 ] \n spot - (1d20+1)[ 10 ] \n\n(OOC: I have a feeling that maybe I should have maxed spot to see the FMVs coming. :P )"
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": " Draga Storg \n init - (1d20+1)[ 17 ] \n spot - (1d20+3)[ 11 ] "
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": " Joanna \n\nInitiative: (1d20)[ 4 ] \nSpot: (1d20+2)[ 18 ] "
},
{
"author": "Aroneth",
"message": " Aroneth \n\ninit - (1d20)[2]\nspot- (1d20+2)[22]"
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": "(You going to roll for Luther, since it's been more than two days? Also, can we have a thread for OOC and dice rolls? It's nice to make edits, either normally or based on the results of the dice rolls.)"
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "(i'm actually giving luther until friday afternoon, if he doesn't post he's out... and i guess i shoulda mentioned it, but this is finals week at UTD /=... good news is i'll have pretty much all the free time i want after friday)\n\nedit: terribly sorry for the delay"
},
{
"author": "Aroneth",
"message": "(We are getting close to finals week up here, so if I go on hiatus I will let you know)"
},
{
"author": "RationalGoblin",
"message": " Luther \n\n(OOC: Sorry, I was busy for the past week. My brother was moving out.)\n\nInit: 1d20+2=18 \n\nSpot: 1d20+1=21 "
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": "(Bump. What's everyone up to at the moment?)"
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "Anyone who rolled above a 15 sees two yellow eyes flash from the back of the caravan(it's covered). For those close to the caravan you suddenly smell something peculiar, you can't quite put your finger on it.\n\nFrom the caravan, \"Heh heh heh.... now if only you little boys and girls would leave, I might spare your friends life...\" his voice sounds sinister, tainted with malice.\n\nThief: \"WHAT'S GOING ON?! I GIVE UP!\" free action: fall prone.\n\nJoanna, make a will save, DC 17.\n\ninitiative:\n\n???(18+)\nLuther(18)\nDraga(17)\nThief(8-16)\nArafin(7)\nJoanna(4)\nAroneth(2)\n\n(I'll get the grid up here in just a bit), general situation: caravan stoped moving now, it is about 30 feet away from the first group. The caravan is 20 feet in length with an enterance on the front and back)"
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": " Joanna \n\nWill save: (1d20+4)[ 13 ] "
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": "What kind of armor is the thief wearing?"
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "(the thief that fell prone is wearing leather)"
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": "So is \"???\" going to go? Or is it Luther's turn?"
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "(he went, hence the will save :-) ) luther's turn."
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": " Arafin .\n\nSince Arafin doesn't see the eyes and since the thief has already ignored several chances to give up before attacking us, running away and attacking an unarmed dwarf (which luckily wasn't real), Arafin will move up to the thief and attack with the rapier nonlethally. \"For your own good, stay down. You've already used up most of my good graces.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n attack - (1d20+8)[ 11 ] +8 normal tohit, +4 to attacking someone prone and -4 for attacking with nonlethal.\n damage - (1d6+1)[ 6 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "RationalGoblin",
"message": " Luther \n\nLuther rushes over to 10 feet from the eyes if possible, steathes his sword, and if possible, pull his lantern in an attempt to shed some light on the situation."
},
{
"author": "jlousivy",
"message": "With the light of the lantern you see the inside of the caravan, it has a couple small piles of mithril, but definitely not enough for a full shipment. You do however see several boxes with something written on them in a language you do not understand.\nYou also see an old frail man dressed in black robes, they have orange symbols on them. From what you manage to see of his face, it seems like it has been deformed in some way, like a freak burning accident. In his right hand is a quarterstaff. You see a slight sparkle of silver underneath his robes.\n\nArafin lunges his rapier at the downed thief, stabbing the caravan right next to the thief's head, in response the thief cries out again \"PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! I GIVE UP!! I GIVE UP!!\" \n\n\n(note if you think you should be in a different spot. state it in your next post. but be reasonable, i know none of you are ON the caravan or behind it right now 😛 )\n \n Spoiler \n\n --|A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y |Z|\n01| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n02| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n03| | | | | |c|c|c| | | | | | | | |\n04| | | | | |c|?|c| | | | | | | | |\n05| | | | | |c|c|c| | | | | | | | |\n06| | | | | |c|c|T| | | | | | | | |\n07| | | | | | |L|A| | | | | | | | |\n08| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n09| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n10| | | | | |R|D|J| | | | | | | | |\n11| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n12| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n13| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n14| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n15| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n16| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n17| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |\n19| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | \n\n???(18+) (taken action)\nLuther(18) (taken action)\nDraga(17)\nThief(8-16) (taken action--nothing)\nArafin(7) (taken action)\nJoanna(4)\nAroneth(2)\n\nc= caravan\n?=person in darkness\nT=prone thief (who's on the caravan)\nJ=joanna\nA=arafin\nR=aroneth\nD=draga\nL=luther\n "
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": " Arafin .\n\n \"Fine, stay down, but so help me, if you try to hurt another unarmed passerby or try to run again, you won't even see the inside of a jail cell.\" \nTurning back toward the rest of the team, \"Anyone have some rope on hand?\" \n\nAssuming Arafin can see the robed man, he turns toward him and says \"Sorry about the trouble sir, we'll be out of your way in a moment.\" "
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": " Joanna \n\nHer head still buzzing from the attack, Joanna moves up to the caravan. \"Not at hand, sorry,\" she says as she searches for the source of the energy that hit her. She frowns as she notes the contents of the wagon*. After the vanishing dwarf she's not surprised that things aren't as expected, but who knows whose hands the cargo has fallen into? She recoils slightly as she sees the stranger's ruined face. \"He is not our friend. What did you do to me?\" \n \n Spoiler \nMove to I5, ready action: If the stranger does anything funny (ie. begins to makes a non-physical attack), move around the caravan until I'm out of line of sight. Also, if I can use it here, Sense Motive (+8 mod). What are your rules for making skill checks?\n \n\n(*If the writing is Dwarfish she can understand it, and if it's in a language that uses the Dwarfish alphabet she can read it but not understand it.)"
},
{
"author": "Sutherlands",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nSpellcraft check to identify the spell (if it was a spell)?\n \n\n\nDraga moves to the back of the caravan. \"I would suggest you not try that again,\" he says as he readies his weapon."
},
{
"author": "Sutremaine",
"message": "(bump\n\nWhose go is it?)"
},
{
"author": "Aroneth",
"message": "(I am done with finals by the way. So I will pretty much be free most of the time.)"
},
{
"author": "Aroneth",
"message": "It was a sad day when this game died."
}
] |
[
{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Oathbreaker vs. Kurgan \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Oathbreaker - Paladin Latham \n Kurgan - Dragonstar \n All Combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "Initiative (1d20+2)[ 7 ] \n\nI will purchase: Nothing!"
},
{
"author": "Dragonstar",
"message": "Nor shall I!\n\n Initiative - (1d20+2)[ 5 ] \n\nLooks like you go first - let the battle begin! 😁"
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker round 1: \n\nOathbreaker starts in B14 with his Large Katana in two hands. He then double moves to P15 with murder and glee in his bloodshot eyes!\n\nStats for Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 10/10\n AC: 16, Touch: 12, FF: 14\n Saves: Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +1\n Current Location: P15 \n Current Buffs: none\n \n "
},
{
"author": "Dragonstar",
"message": "To charge, or not to charge? That is the question...\n\nOh, what the hell. 😏 Begin in Y14 , Heavy Pick and Shield at the ready.\n\nSwift action, enter Righteous Fury.\n\n Chaaaaaaaaarge! \n\nto Q14 and attack.\n\n attack - (1d20+7)[ 25 ] for a potential damage - (1d6+4)[ 8 ] ."
},
{
"author": "Dragonstar",
"message": "Actually, it's 2 more damage than that - I called the Righteous Fury but didn't calculate it in the damage roll, so you've taken 10.\n\nStats (for refs):\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 20/20\nAC 14\nRighteous Fury (flat +2 to damage rolls) will end at the beginning of my turn on Round 3.\n \n\n\nYou may go..."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker round 2: \n\n\"OW! Now you will hurt you shiny lizard!\" Oathbreaker says in his mocking sing-song voice.\n\nLarge Katana Attack! (1d20+2)[ 8 ] /\\ If it threatens (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \nIf it hits (2d8+6)[ 14 ] /\\ If it crits (2d8+6)[ 9 ] \n\nArmor Spikes Attack! (1d20+3)[ 7 ] /\\ If it threatens (1d20+3)[ 5 ] \nIf it hits (1d6+2)[ 4 ] /\\ If it crits (1d6+2)[ 6 ] \n\nTail Slap Attack! (1d20)[ 16 ] /\\ If it threatens (1d20)[ 17 ] \nIf it hits (1d6+2)[ 5 ] /\\ If it crits (1d6+2)[ 5 ] \n\nStats for Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 2 /10\n AC: 16, Touch: 12, FF: 14\n Saves: Fort +2, Ref +2, Will +1\n Current Location: P15 \n Current Buffs: none\n \n \n\n\nEdit: Curse my evil alignment! Oh well. I just had to try out the two-handed weapon + armor spikes as a two weapon fighting thing. Not as good as the two sword thing. 😏\n\nI am at -1 and dying."
},
{
"author": "Dragonstar",
"message": "Dying and down... Dragonborn Paladin of Bahamut delivers the coup de grace to the evil dragonblood, eh?\n\n damage - (4d6+24)[ 34 ] \n😎\n\nOne more victory away from another Level 2...."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " High Ref Bronz \n Kurgan is declared the victor \n\n\nAnd keep the level 2's coming. We need competition 😁"
}
] |
[
{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Jocco vs. Beleg \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n All Combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "king korath",
"message": "initiative\n (1d20+5)[ 14 ] "
},
{
"author": "Olidammara",
"message": "King K., is this the source of your lesser tiefling? If so, I suggest you alter your sheet. If not, can you state your source of the build? It seems a bit off (in an overpowered kind of way).\n\nAnyway, here's my roll for initiative: (1d20+2)[ 5 ] . Locco Jocco starts in B13, halbert in his hands."
},
{
"author": "king korath",
"message": "I got if off a list of LA 0 races from a forum on wizards of the coast, I do not have the link right now but I can put it up tomorrow. now to the game.\n\nstart in Z 12 with bow in hand and an arrow nocked, then double move to Z 1.\n\nstats\n \n Spoiler \nAc 18\nHp 13\narrows 74\n "
},
{
"author": "Olidammara",
"message": " Jocco, round 1 \n\nJocco double moves to M15.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP:11/11\nAC: 16\nBuffs: None\nPosition: M15\n "
},
{
"author": "king korath",
"message": "Stay where I am. this is where I got my race.\nyour turn\n\nstats\n \n Spoiler \n\nAc18\nHp 13\narrows 74\n "
},
{
"author": "Olidammara",
"message": " Jocco, round 2 \n\nJocco hussles to V12, you're up.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP:11/11\nAC: 16\nBuffs: None\nPosition: V12\n \n\n\nThe lesser tiefling is from Player's Guide to Faerun . It's original LA +1 is lowerd to 0 by giving it the humanoid subtype. 😦 Insane."
},
{
"author": "king korath",
"message": "move to X1 and ready an action.\n \n Spoiler \n readied action to shot at him when I have a clear shot, no cover.\n \n\n\nvitals\n \n Spoiler \nhp13\nac 18\n74 arrows\n "
},
{
"author": "Olidammara",
"message": " Jocco, round 3 \n\nJocco hussles via W11, X10 to X2, where he makes funny and obscure faces to the archer.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP:11/11\nAC: 16\nBuffs: None\nPosition: X2\n "
},
{
"author": "king korath",
"message": "I will take your AoO and the Rapid shot you in that funny face.\n\nattack (1d20+6)[ 24 ] \ndamage (1d8)[ 7 ] \n\nattack 2 (1d20+6)[ 16 ] \ndamage 2 (1d8)[ 8 ] \n\nedit: stats\n \n Spoiler \nAc 18\nHp 13\narrows 72\n "
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nUnless Jocco's AoO drops Beleg or imposes some penalty to his attacks, he will be dead. Ollidamara also needs to post his actions before tommorow or lose by default dispite his last chance."
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " GM Kyeudo \n Beleg is the Winner! "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "Rydax",
"message": " __________________________________________________ _______________ \nNew characters may begin roleplaying here. Assume that you are all at the Academy with nothing but free time as you wait for your first assignment.\n\nI have mapped out the first three floors of the Academy, which you can see below. I will add more as I finish them.\n\nFirst Floor\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nBasement 1\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nBasement 2\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nBasement 3\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nBasement 4\n \n Spoiler \n \n "
},
{
"author": "EvilWalks",
"message": " Beskreiga Ordo \n\nThe young woman lay in her bed, her wild hair sprayed behind her on the pillow as she worked diligently on a Datapad.\n\nDressed in only a tank top and boxer shorts, the black and red tatoos both Sith and Mandalorian in orgin, almost seemed to dance all over her body, entwining like the bodies of two hounds in the throes of combat...each trying desperately to rip the other's throat out.\n\nIt was fitting...this woman was Beskreiga of Clan Ordo...a Mandalorian warrior who now adopted the teachings of the Sith...\n\nShe was average enough height for a mandalorian girl...yet physically, she had more in common with a tank then anything biological. Her body was lined with muscles that where thick enough to give her the stanima and strength of a wookie, yet the reflexes and grace of a twi'lek dancer.\n\nShe had a mind to match too...a calculating biological machine that even when in the bloodlust of battle, amongst the thrilling sensations of combat and the cold rage that proppeled her through her enemies, still was at work formulating every detail, every strategy, every peice of knowledge she possesed, into a series of battle plans that where brutally efficient.\n\nShe was Sith....\n\nYet the as the vizor shaped tatoos on her face and the pair of combat gloves that she never took off atested too, she was also still a true Mandalorian warrior...she lived for conflict...for the glory of battle...the honour of war whether the victor or the loser.\n\nSo, her in her bed, after another sleepless night, she lays...a testement to her tattoos...a living embodiment of a conflict of philosphies and identities of two worlds...one of honour and glory, the other of power and cruelty. One of might and military functions, the other of mentality and so-called magics.\n\nHer gloved hands move over the datapad once more, adjusting the design that lay on the small terminal.\n\nIt was the proverbial ace in her sleeve...a weapon of mandalorian ingenuity and sith efficency.\n\nShe had started with the schematics for an Underslung rotary blaster, and increased it's power supply and changed around it's handles. Along the ventral side of the blaster, she had attached an old Czerka flamerifle, and juryrigged the trigger into the Blaster's trigger handle. It would be a brutal weapon if she ever had someone build it.\n\nThough she was strong, swift, tough, and a star pupil of sorts in the Academy, Beskreiga suffered from one potentionally fatal flaw...she had started her training late at the Academy...she was new enough, that she had not the specialized training in the force and in lightsaber combat as the other students...whether by her own paranioa, or perhaps some actual insight into the mindsight of the students, she knew herself to be an outsider...an outsider who was quickly climbing the ranks of the student body...and then meant a threat that someone would chose to deal with soon.\n\nThis, was her answer to that...and perhaps to those who had to deal with Jedi and Sith alike, yet where outclassed in skill with a saber...\n\nThe heavy blaster could be used at a difference and fire powerful shots at rapid rates...perhaps too much for a jedi trained in the art of deflecting and lightsaber defenes could block. Should that fail, and the jedi close to mid or close range, then the flamecaster would be used for brutal effect...after all, she had never heard of a Jedi reflecting a stream of flames.\n\nThe design had problems though, of course...it would probaby overheat easilly between the magcoils of the Rotary blaster head, and the ammo for the flamecaster. The recoil was a bit much, and the design was heavier then the average trooper could carry.\n\nAnd of course, once she finalized the design, the process of getting it approved by a manufacturer among the Academy folk would be even harder...an ambitious technician or teacher might claim the design as their own...to which Beskreiga had two identical solutions to each problem...the knuckles of a pair of phrik lined combat gloves. There was Credits...and the fact that often ideas like this where not welcome...especially if it was made incorporating technology that was almost over two centuries old.\n\nShe sighs and tossess the padd across her room to a work terminal desk and leans back into her pillow for a moment, clearing her mind with a few meditative breaths to help focus it. Insecurities and paranioas for another time perhaps...\n\nShe needed to get her head cleared...away from the problems that should be left to technicians and profressional researchers, and not some force sensitive warrior.\n\nSlowly, Beskreiga gets up and picks up a sash from the floor. Brushing her hair back with her gloved finger tips, she wraps the sash around her head, and pulls it tight into a bandana to keep her long messy bangs from out of her face. She gets up from her desk, and stretches her lean muscular physique, before going over to her bed and picking up the neatly folded black robes and steel amour plates. Her mandalorian armour and weapons, with the exception of her gloves, had been confiscated by the Sith when she first arrived here...but she had gotten her hands on a pressurized Flight Jumpsuit, durasteel armor plates, and combined it with her Sith robes to make a new set of armour that reflected her mandalorian heiritage, while still being Sith in style.\n\nShe is wearing the black and gray jumpsuit already, as well as the boots and gloves, so she put on the underlayer plates, then the Sith robes, and finally the outerlayer plates and the survival systems of the flightsuit, which where melded together with an efficent artistry that any Mandalorian or Sith would be proud of. Her standardized Sith Pistol and hip holster are strapped on next, and finally, she turns to the desk and picks up her Blaster Carbine.\n\nDouble checking it twice, and finding it in perfect order, she collaspes the stock and places it in the other, larger hip holster at her waist.\n\nHer lightsaber, which she had yet to master, is already maglocked to her belt.\n\nAll set, she makes her way to the common room, where hopefully, the change of scenery would help her regain clarity.\n\n(( Dibs on Dark Green...again! ))"
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n\nIt had been another long day for the Zabrak. He was older than most students here and the fact he was slower to get up after a fight showed it. Combat wasn't what he wanted out of life, but it was a way of the Sith and he had to perfect it or he would be destroyed. Burning in his arms from Murray's relentless barrage of strikes, both from blocking and failing to block, told him it was time to recuperate. His resolve was stronger than ever...he would beat that heap of slag.\n\nHe took his usual place within the archives, snagging some holovid on combat techniques, ancient history, and the origins of the Lightsaber. Much could be learned from the practice arena, but much could also be learned from the battles of the past. The Sith kept their archives fairly well stocked; enough to answer an apprentice's questions, but none of the great mysteries of the ages.\n\nWatching the videos, he began to reflect on his early days here. Before he came to the academy, he had been nothing but a guy who thought he was a hotshot pilot. The crucible of the last several months had begun to forge him into what a Sith should be. He never showed fear or remorse for his actions. The Force flowed easily through him, leading him to unlock hidden reserves of power early in his training, but that doesn't account for much against a droid you can only use saber skills against. A pity; he wondered what the repercussions of defeating him in such a way would be.\n\n \"I may never understand how that droid can adapt so quickly to changes in combat style...\" "
},
{
"author": "Rydax",
"message": "As Beskreiga walked the halls, she could hear the rythmic \"clank-clank\" of metal on metal, louder and closer. Two points of azure light shone from the eyes of the Blademaster, Murray. They scanned the halls for his target until he came upon the young woman. \"Beskreiga Ordo. You're with me, Apprentice. Bring your lightsaber.\" His white cape whipped up a slight breeze as his clawed feet turned to take him back to the turbolift. From underneath the glint of a long blade painfully flashed her eyes. It was something the instructor was never known to carry before."
},
{
"author": "EvilWalks",
"message": " Beskreiga Ordo \n\nThe Mandalorian Girl had barely sat down, when the droid instructor summoned her. Her Mandalorian thirst for combat barely halted her sigh of annoyance...yet, it was combat training nevertheless, and when it came to lightsabers, much needed in Beskreiga's case. As a mandalorian, she was used to the weight and displacement of that weight along the long haft of a Mythosaur Axe, or a Vibroblade...or Mandalorian Ripper guns. Lightsabers where unique, in that all the weight was in the hilt, as the Energy blade it produced had of course, no weight. It meant relearning how to fight with a weapon, all over again...\n\n...however, Beskreiga didn't accept the Sith training because it would be easy...she accepted it because it would a challenge. A warrior's challenge.\n\nStraighten her back, she walked to Murry and nodded. \"Affirmative.\" "
},
{
"author": "EvilWalks",
"message": "((Opps. Forgot these...)\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nPerception and Knowledge (Technology) to recognize type/significance of sword.\n Perception (1d20+8)[ 25 ] \n Knowledge (Technology) (1d20+10)[ 29 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n\nThe sound of the returning turbolift caught his ears and he put the holovid down. Very few people were up this early; he chose to get his training out of the way before many other students stirred just so they didn't have a chance to laugh at the old man. Killing them for minor insults...well, the masters didn't appreciate that very much. It wasn't worth it, anyway. Those unfit for Sith life were disposed of in short order.\n\nMurray had found a new victim: Beskreiga. The young Mandalorian had impressed him time and time again with her tenacity and head for tactics. Her strikes with a saber were clumsy, but that is to be expected when one is trained with heavier weaponry. The lightsaber is a weapon to be finessed, weaving it in and out of your opponent's guard to strike home. This didn't mean he thought any less of her; oh, no. Her raw muscle and force of will, even without a great connection to the Force, made her a worthy opponent and a potentially powerful ally.\n\nCleaning his stuff up, he silently slipped over to the training grounds to watch. Perhaps he could see a way to beat the unbeatable."
},
{
"author": "Rydax",
"message": "Murray led Beskreiga up to the next floor, and around to the Lightsaber Training area. When he got to about the middle of the room, he stopped, still facing away from her.\n\n \"I have been trying to figure out why my training does not reach you, Ordo. The more the other students learn, the farther behind you fall. But now I believe I know the reason for that. Your focus is elsewhere. You do not fight like a Sith and I do not expect you ever will. Strike at me now with your lightsaber,\" he said."
},
{
"author": "EvilWalks",
"message": " Beskreiga Ordo \n\nThe Mandalorian shifted her rusty-haired head from side to said, producing audible cracks from her neck joints as she loosened herself up. \"I don't fight like a sith, eh? I did not know your language programming was capable of compliments.\" She responded, bottling her insecurities behind a battle bravado.\n\nShe reached for her lightsaber, and ignited it, as she fell into a stance...her stances where perfect...as was most of her movements...it was strike and blocknig that gave her problems.\n\nLeaping forward into action, she swung.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack: (1d20+0)[ 1 ](1) \n*deleted damage, because I made a typo...and it doesn't matter anyways*\n "
},
{
"author": "Rydax",
"message": "As Beskreiga's strike fell, Murray spun around, drawing the polished blade and easilly deflecting her attack. Her swing had been even more clumsy than he expected, and his block sent her to the floor. He waited for her to pick herself up and displayed the weapon in his hand. It was a long, silvery blade, ornately decorated, and it had just stopped a lightsaber in its path.\n\n \"As I said, I do not believe you will ever fight like a Sith. Like a true warrior, you prefer to feel the weight of the weapon in your hand, so that it may become an extension of your own body. To fight with instinct and passion. The lightsaber denies you this spacial awareness.\" \n \"You may not tell anyone else that I said this,\" he warned. \"Lightsabers are a crutch to a true warrior. Weak weapons of the Jedi. Before the Sith encountered them and adapted the technology, they used this.\" Murray now extended his sword to Beskreiga, offering her the chance to wield it.\n\n \"This is one of many Sith Swords uncovered by Lord Tavorrik in his search for our history. If you like, I can teach you to use it. I think you might find it more fitting to your style. And don't worry about losing any edge on your competition here. It will perform just as well as any lightsaber. Perhaps even better than most.\" "
},
{
"author": "EvilWalks",
"message": " Beskreiga Ordo \n\nBeskreiga took the sword in her hand and studied it for a moment, allowing her get used once more, to the weight of the weapon. It was comforting to have something heavy, yet balanced, in her hand once more. \"Your secret is safe with me, Murray. Quite impressive...like the swords I used to use in the battle circle of my Clanship.\" She holstered the lightsaber and nodded to the droid. \"I accept your teachings.\""
},
{
"author": "Rydax",
"message": "You can sense from his tone that Murray would have grinned mischeiviously if he could. \"Excellent,\" he said. \"Then perhaps Apprentice Taipo over there would like to assist in your lessons with a sparring match?\" "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n An ancient Sith sword. This is a great honor for her...and one for me to even SEE such a beautiful tool. The blade was flawless, even after all these years. They had been adapted even after the creation of a viable combat lightsaber to allow the Sith who preferred the feeling of a \"real\" blade cutting through the flesh of their foes.\n\n \"It would be an honor to face both you and that exquisite blade. Though I am still sore from our earlier match, Murray, I will give her a fight to remember.\" Gripping his saber, he pulled it from his belt and snapped it to the side, the violet blade lighting the dim corner he stood in. Many asked why he did not carry the traditional crimson blade of the Sith. His response was always the same: A Sith is marked by the skill in which he wields the blade, not in the color that it produces.\n\nHe pointed his lightsaber at her, both his arm and blade perfectly straight and level with the ground. \"Come then, young one. Let's see what you can do.\" Finally, Drupada dropped to his usual stance, loose, fluid, and ready for her attack."
},
{
"author": "EvilWalks",
"message": " Beskreiga Ordo \n\nThe Mandalorian went through a few more practice swings and movements, getting herself more and more used to the perfect weight and balance of the sword. \"I'm a young one, Iridonian?\" She said as she finished her pratice and fell into an offensive stance, reminscent of her Mandalorian spar training. \"Remember that age is relative...Old Man.\" \n\nWith a twist of her hip, she launched herself into a basic attack movement, swinging wide and hard with both hands on the Sith Sword's hilt\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack: (1d20+1)[ 14 ] \nDamage: (2d8+7)[ 17 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n\nStepping back and to the right, away from the cut, Drupada follows through, cutting downward one-handed toward her shoulder. \"Close, but not quite.\" \n \n Spoiler \n Attack: (1d20+5)[ 18 ] \n Damage: (2d8+1)[ 12 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "EvilWalks",
"message": " Beskreiga Ordo \n\nAs the saber came down, Beskreiga's left hand came up...and blocked the blade of purple light with her plated gloved hand. No cutting of steel and flesh, no burning smell of the lightsaber cutting through organic matter...it was stopped. Deflected.\n\nBeskreiga didn't waste any time. She cashed in on the surprise, and twisted into the blow, bring her blade across in a close horizontal slash to the waist.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack: (1d20+1)[ 19 ] \nDamage: (2d8+5)[ 8 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n\nWincing at the pain as the blade cuts into his gut, he backpedals several steps. It was a good hit, but it wasn't enough to bring him down. Sneering some, he kicks out and forward, coming at her with a diagonal slash upwards across her torso.\n\n \n Spoiler \nGood hit.\n Attack: (1d20+5)[ 13 ] \n Damage: (2d8+1)[ 15 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "EvilWalks",
"message": " Beskreiga Ordo \n\nThe blur of purple, though fast and hard, did not come close to hitting the Mandalorian...but she tried to hide that fact by spinning as the blow went past her, as if it had connected and sent her sprawling...but she twisted out of the spin and brought her sword across in another two handed swing..once more, taking advantage of suprise and built up momentum.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFeint: (1d20+7)[ 8 ](15) \nAttack: (1d20+1)[ 2 ](3) \nDamage: (2d8+8)[ 8 ][ 6 ](22) \n\nOne good thing about SAGA, is that feinting is simplified. Deception vs. Initiative.\n "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n \n Spoiler \nRolls done before action is posted.\n Initiative: (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \n Attack: (1d20+5)[ 22 ] \n Damage: (2d8+1)[ 9 ] \nNow am I considered Flatfooted for the next attack or just this one? *doesn't feint enough to remember*\n \n\n\nThough her attack caught him by surprise with the slick move, her concentration had been broken and her attack went wide to his right, leaving an opening that he intended to exploit. His blade twisted some as he drove it home in a careful thrust."
},
{
"author": "EvilWalks",
"message": " Beskreiga Ordo \n\nThe blow caught Beskreiga in the torso, and burned through parts of the robe. However, the durasteel plates caught most of the blow and slowed it...but didn't absorb all of the force of the swing's momentum which forced her back on to the ground, hard.\n\nDespite the pain, burns, and bruising, Beskreiga went with the blow and leaped upwards out of it, with both hands drawing the blade into a long upwards strike.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI thought it was the same round, but I checked the SAGA book, and apparently they changed it to the Round After...doesn't make much sense...but I can roll with it I think..\n\nAttack: (1d20+1)[ 16 ](17) \nDamage: (2d8+8)[ 8 ][ 7 ](23) \n "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n\nThe blade struck true, crossing the mark left by her first hit and leaving a nasty gash from his hip to the base of his neck. It is a miracle that it wasn't fatal; a few cm deeper and it might have punctured a lung or two.\n\nAs he stumbles backwards, blood beginning to gush out of the nasty wound, he kneels and deactivates his saber. \"So youth has won the day. Bravo, Beskreiga, your combat style is most formidable.\" He chuckled some as he tried to stand again. \"Wield well that sword; you have earned it.\" \n \n Spoiler \nAnother thing: it says Feint is a Standard Action, so it makes sense to me, thought I don't understand why there's no way to get something like Improved Feint...\n "
},
{
"author": "Rydax",
"message": " \"Not bad for your first try, Apprentice Ordo,\" Murray evaluated. \"Apprentice Taipo, you may head down to Medical if you wish to get your wounds healed. Thank you for your assistance, and also well done on your defense.\" \n\nHe then turned his attention back to Beskreiga. \"You seemed much more comfortable with this weapon. Your combat style serves you well. With training, you will become a fierce and feared warrior. Practice your stances and techniques with it. We will have a lesson later.\" \n \"Wear that weapon well, Beskreiga, and it will serve you. It craves the same glory. The blood of your enemies. If you ever allow it to rust, I will hunt you down and kill you myself. I trust we understand eachother now, Apprentice.\" "
},
{
"author": "EvilWalks",
"message": " Beskreiga Ordo \n\nBeskreiga stooped down to pick up a piece of sliced cloth that had been part of Taipo's robe, and begin to clean the blood off the blade.\n\n \"Do not worry yourself with that sitution. If my weapons became substandard through my action or inaction, I save you the trouble and kill myself...a mandalorian who cares not for her equipment, is no mandalorian at all. I thank you for the training, and the blade. It will be used with honour, glory, and pride.\" She bowed to the droid and sheathed the once again gleaming blade in her belt sash. \" I believe we have reached an understanding...you are like a Basilisk Wardroid...more then just a bucket of bolts and circuitry.\" \n\nBeskreiga went on her own for a while, sticking the edges of the training room, and putting herself through a rigorous exercise of movements, until finally she decided to retire back to the common area. She needed some breakfast, meditation, and time to repair her armor and robes...\n\nAnd to deal with that pain in her back and the burns from the hit she took. They where starting to annoy her."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n\nNodding to the droid, hiding everything until he was out of sight, he headed for Medical slowly. A saber wound was a burn, cauterizing the wound as it cuts and leaving it clean. The Sith sword, however, did no such thing. A trail of blood followed him (and he hoped something would be along soon to clean it up...) as he walked, but he showed no sign of pain or frustration at his failure. He also hid the fact that he was utterly surprised that Murray had given him a compliment. Yes, his skill with a blade was lacking and he knew it. A more robust and less careful opponent would have cleaved him in two...\n\nBut this had been a training fight and his powers were limited. A good Grip or Slam would have sent her packing in a hurry. However, this was saber combat and use of the Force in such a manner was frowned upon. At least he was getting better than he had been...observing enough training accidents and a bit of practice helped to teach him which end of the saber was up."
},
{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " Vykan Zendra \n\n\" Still picking up after the younglings, Murray; for a second there, that thick drone you call a voice sounded almost ... fatherly . \"\n\nA soft thump was clearly audible then a single person stepped out from the shadows in the corner of the room. A single man, obviously older than many of the pupils in the Academy, emerged. He wore nothing for a shirt and instead was treading with nothing but a thin pair of loose black trousers, coupled with heavy black boots. Pale blue skin covered a particularly muscular body, darkening around the eyes, which were covered with a thin set of strapless goggles, reminiscent of those used by technicians during welding work.\n\nDistinct, black, Sith tattoo strips covered his entire torso, extending from (where one can only assume) the bottom of his legs to all around and over his bald head and across his arms to his hands, patterned in distinct black waves. A lightsaber swung loosely from his belt, longer than the average lightsaber, and not remotely unique enough to be personally built.\n\nWhen he spoke, his voice was deep, but quiet and his speech was slow. Though he clearly carried a mocking tone, it was openly sarcastic. He obviously had considerable respect for the Blademaster.\n\n “I was simply practicing my sequences while I waited for you and decided to exercise some old habits. You gave me too much warning, with you clanking around everywhere, but I couldn’t help but hear the pitter patter of soft youngling steps following you around.” \n\nHe shook his head.\n\n “But that’s not fair, is it? The man was quite older than I am. Quite skilled with a blade too. I could feel the hunger in his swings, he wanted blood, and he'll be back to get it.” \n\nHe smiled.\n \n“But the girl, the Man-de-lo-rian (He lengthened the word, savoring it slowly) , she bested him. Carried herself quite heavily, she did, must have been all that padding on her robes. She will learn our ways, sooner than later, I think. Her blood boils with competition as well. She will make a fine Sith.” \n\nHe finally stepped forwards and approached the dueling ring.\n\n “Well then. I am ready for my lesson. What are your terms?” "
},
{
"author": "Rydax",
"message": "Murray watched the two of them go and then turned to face the Umbaran. The lights from his eyes dimmed, in his unique form of a glare. \"Neither are very skilled with their weapons. Her victory was mostly luck. But she was considerably more confident with something in her hands that she could feel. They will both learn and become skilled swordfighters. It is my duty to make sure of that. As for whether or not they make good Sith, that is up to them and their masters.\" \n \"So you think you're ready. What do you think you are ready to do...youngling?\" A brilliant, red beam then appeared in his hand, extending from the lightsaber he now held. \"The terms are simple. You show me what you can do and I'll tell you why it's wrong.\" \n\nThe droid held the blade in front of him, in a defensive position, as he waited for an attack."
},
{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " Vykan Zendra \n \"Defend yourself!\" \n\nThe Umbaran's lightsabre leaps to his hand and he lunges forwards, already cutting a wide path with both ignited blades.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Initiative - (1d20+4)[ 24 ] \n Attack - (1d20+1)[ 6 ] \n Attack, Off-hand - (1d20+1)[ 7 ] \n\nI won't bother rolling damage.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rydax",
"message": "Murray simply shakes his head in disappointment as both attacks go wide of him. \"Have you even been awake during my lessons?\" \n\nWith a quick snap of his wrist, Murray thrust out his own lightsaber. A slight touch was all it took to burn Vykan's hand, causing him to drop his weapon.\n\n \"Again!\" "
},
{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " Vykan Zendra \n\nZendra stands back, nursing his hand for a moment, his face had turned grim.\n \"Wide swing forwards, overhead swing backwards, One-sixty degree turn, anti-clockwise, lunge, wait for the pressure to drop.\" \n \"Pain teach me, Force guide me.\" \n\nThe Umbaran extends his arm, and the lightsabre willingly rises into the air towards him from underneath the droid. He catches it in mid-air as he lunges forwards once more.\n\n \n Spoiler \n[roll0]\n[roll1]\n\nEDIT: Rolls aren't showing up proper, never preview a post with rolls. Rolls in next post. Sorry for double post.\n "
},
{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Attack - (1d20+1)[ 16 ] \n Attack, Off-hand - (1d20+1)[ 18 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Rydax",
"message": "Murray nodded as his lightsaber stopped both attacks. \"Good,\" he said. \"Your form is improving, but you would do better if you concentrated on landing the attack rather than making any fancy moves. You should attack with only one end of your lightsaber until you master that, and then you can work on fighting with both.\" "
},
{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " Vykan Zendra \n\nZendra steps back, keeping his blade lit.\n\n \"I agree. However, in special circumstances, it is often wiser to overwhelm your opponents. Nevertheless, I am practicing my technique daily, in time, I will master it.\" \n OOC: Not to point out that it wouldn't have mattered either way, I'd still need to roll natural 20s :P "
},
{
"author": "Rydax",
"message": " \"Hm. Indeed. Well see to it, then. Serve your new master well, and all that bantha fodder.\" With that, Murray began clanking off, back toward the turbolift."
},
{
"author": "LongVin",
"message": " Renato Benso \n\nRenato strolled through the shelves of the Academy's Archives datapad and blank datacards in hand. He spent most of his time in this area of the Academy searching out new books, treatises and anything else he can get his hands on which he hasn't read yet. It didn't matter what the subject was as long as he hasn't come across it yet or if it offered a different view point from what he previously had read.\n\nBetween here and the Alchemy lab he could get lost for hours, he always had to remind himself not to neglect his martial training but it was a difficult task when their was so much unknown knowledge waiting to be found."
},
{
"author": "Fredricus",
"message": " Raiko \n\nRaiko stood in trance in the shadows in his room. He was hidden in the corner next to to the door. Raiko was resting but still ever vigilant, his master had taught him well. There was no safe place, the attack could come anytime when you lesat expect it.\n\nHe \"awoke\" from his trance, with small gesture with his hand he lit the lights in his room. Raiko stretched his limbs and back before removing the dummy from his bed. It was a blessing that his people wasn't that keen on strangers and travelling. He didn't need a bed to sleep in, he slept standing.\n\nChecking his gear, the bandolier and utilitybelt allready strapped on as was the various weapons on his person. Clad in only loose black trousers and good shoes in addition to his equipment he went out of his room.\n\nHe didn't like the dormitories, they spoil the students with luxury and they recieve food when hungry. Most would survive on their own stranded somewhere.\n\nFinally he entered the training hall and looked around for a sparring partner."
},
{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"I don't know... but he was well trained in the Jedi arts.\" -Qui-gon Jinn\n\nOOC: As a personal endeavor, I've decided to start my posts with Star Wars quotes. They may be insightful, or they could also be completely random. In any case, I hope you stay tuned! \n Vykan Zendra \n\nThe Umbaran chucked.\n\n \"Good, old Murray.\" \n\nHe watched as the droid left the room, and as the new occupant (Raiko) entered.\n\n \"What do we have here? Four arms, two legs and maybe, just maybe, a worthy combatant?\" \n\nZendra slowly started walking a wide circle around Raiko, lightsabre stll ignited, slowly examining him.\n \n\"I haven't sparred with you before, and I sincerely hope you are here for a duel. You see, I've taken it upon myself to be the best duelist of our tier and defeating you might just earn me a bit more standing in this oh-so-competitive establishment. I never deny a good fight, so don't disappoint me.\" \n\nThe Umbaran continued to circle the dueling ring, smiling mockingly at Raiko."
},
{
"author": "Fredricus",
"message": " Raiko \n\nRaiko eyes the the challengers and grins revealing sharpened teeth.\n\n \"Oh, one of the academys spoiled kids...\" he amused as he drew his hidden lightsaber.\n\nHe circled with the challenger. Raiko moved with predatory grace, his features combined with the sharpened teeth looked more canine than human that he first looked like.\n\nHe lit the lightsaber and held it with two hands while gesturing with lower ones to attack.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+9)[ 15 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"Sith have no fear, and I sense much fear in you.\" -Count Dooku \n Vykan Zendra \n\nZendra's face turned grim and he did not retort. He finally raised the blade, extinguishing the lower end while simultaneously lunging forwards.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Initiative - (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \n Attack! - (1d20+6)[ 23 ] \n Damage - (2d8+9)[ 16 ] \n\n44/44, Ref = 16, Fort = 16\n\nI find it more convenient to list these stats here, that way you can better RP your misses/hits, and subsequently, you can rewrite your post accordingly. I picked up Raiko's stats from his character sheet: (38/38 Ref = 17, Fort = 15)\n\nAlso, for the sake of continuity, I recommend the more \"critical\"ly-hurt person withdraw, at your discretion, if not the DM's.\n\nEDIT: Heh, what do we do in the case of same initiative?!\n\nEDIT2: Apparently, in the case of an initiative tie, the person with the higher modifier(Raiko) goes first. So hold my post till then.\n "
},
{
"author": "Fredricus",
"message": " Raiko \n\nRaiko leaped at his opponent, his crimson saber high above his head. His powerfull slash barely misses his opponent.\n\nIn the next moment the opponents saber burns his flesh. Pain, sweet pain coursed through his body. He welcomed it, embraced it. He smiled at his oppoent.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack (1d20+5)[ 15 ] \nDamage (2d8+5)[ 15 ] \nActions: Charge\n\nRefl: 15\nFort: 15\n\nHP: 38\n "
},
{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"There is no light, no dark… just you and I, here now.\" -Darth Maul \n Vykan Zendra \n\nZendra ducked and turned sideways as his opponent dashed passed him, escaping injury by inches.\n\nHe retaliated with a wide swing to the side, which struck true and hard, leaving a debilitating gash in Raiko's torso.\n\nZendra stepped back, still silent, his gaze menacing, ready to parry the next blow. His face remains grim as his opponents smiles at him.\n \n\"You smile at your defeat, at your dishonor? Or perhaps you smile at the crows on the horizon. Defend yourself, or scurry away.\" \n\nHe proceeded to slowly circle Raiko.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFor the record, Round 1 is over.\n\nRaiko charged and missed, Zendra strikes back, dealing 16 damage(1 point above Raiko's damage threshold) and consequently reducing him one step down the condition track.\n\nRaiko still has initiative. Round 2 begins.\n "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n\nDrupada hated the smell of the med bay. It either smelled too sterile or the stench of death clung to it. Either way, it was extremely unpleasant, but the sword had cut him up pretty good and he could not...WOULD not call on the Force to heal him. The healer's arts were for those who practiced faux pacifism, even if they often fought with the same passion as a Sith. Light...Dark...it didn't matter in the end. The Force is all that matters. The only difference between a Jedi and a Sith is their heart. Neither side believes that there is neutrality; only the 'good' and 'bad' sides.\n\nIf droids could show emotion, Drupada guessed that they would be frustrated and upset that ANOTHER Apprentice had gotten himself torn up beyond what he could handle. Without reprisal, though, they began the processes of cleaning the wound, pulling the fibers cut from his deep brown robes out, checking for any infection, and prepping him for several boring hours in the bacta. It was dull, but necessary. At least they could provide him with some instruction while he floated. A few combat holovids, as well as some galactic history were plugged into a special reader and projected where he could see them.\n\n I've never been the best at swordplay; if you can debilitate your opponent with the Force, why bother hacking him to pieces? However, it makes sense that, should your power fail, that you have a backup. The lightsaber is an elegant weapon, easily finessed and quickly has become an extension of my own arm. It is within myself that the fault lies...and I will expunge it or die trying. Even the greatest Sith started out this way, but it is a long road ahead of me. I must persevere. "
},
{
"author": "Fredricus",
"message": " Raiko \n\nRaiko watched Vykan circle him. The wound didn't seem to bother him at all.\n\nHe continued to smile and lashed out with saber. It grazed Vykan but still burned painfully.\n\n \n Spoiler \n 2 swift: shake it off\n1 standard: Attack (1d20+3)[ 16 ] \n Damage (2d8+5)[ 11 ] \n\nHP: 22/38 Ref: 17 Fort: 15\n "
},
{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"You underestimate my power!\" -Anakin Skywalker \n Vykan Zendra \n\nJust as Raiko's attacked managed to slip past Vykan's defensive swing, the second end of the lightsabre blade was lit.\n\nPerforming a backwards turn with the blade, the attack was parried perfectly, and immediately countered, however going astray.\n\nZendra broke off once more, and continued to circle.\n\n \"You don't have a chance of beating me. You will leave here defeated and broken...\" \n \n Spoiler \n Talent: Block! - (1d20+13)[ 19 ] vs. DC 16\n Attack! - (1d20+6)[ 8 ] \n Damage - (2d8+9)[ 22 ] \n\n44/44\n "
},
{
"author": "Fredricus",
"message": " Raiko \n\nRaiko growls as his attack was blocked. He hadn't mastered the saber yet as it was only a tool.\n\nAgain he slashed with his crimson saber, trying to find a gap through the defences\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack: (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \nDamage: (2d8+5)[ 14 ] \n\nHP: 22/38 Ref: 17 Fort: 15\n "
},
{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"There is no doubt, (that) the mysterious warrior was a Sith.\" -Mace Windu \n Vykan Zendra \n\nAs the opponent hastily struck another aggressive blow, the Force whispered to Zendra, his lightsabre answered and the blow was parried. Pressing the attack, he grabbed his opponent's arm and struck forwards with the lightsabre.\n\n \"Wait for the pressure to drop.\" \n\nHe felt his opponent go limp. He deactivated the blade and heaved him off his back and onto the center of the dueling ring. He approached the nearby door panel and pushed a button, which started blinking red immediately. A droid would soon to be dispatched from the medical center.\n\nThough he had been victorious, he was disgusted at his own victory. There was no honor in the win, no prestige to be earned. His opponent was vastly outmaneuvered and relatively unskilled. Though Zendra had realized this well into the fight, there was never room to retreat. Nor would he take it. Each spar and duel was a gamble and to retreat, costly.\n\nOnce more, he had proven himself a well-oiled machine of death, a fact a forever-bruised ego can never accept. He spared a few more minutes waiting for the four-armed alien(the species was mysterious to him) to rouse or for the droid to arrive. It was due for him to spend some time elsewhere.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Talent: Block! - (1d20+13)[ 21 ] \n Attack! - (1d20+6)[ 20 ] \n Damage - (2d8+9)[ 25 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Fredricus",
"message": " Raiko \n\nYet again his attack was blocked but this time Zendra couner attacked succesfully. The blade cut deep and soon he fell limp passed out.\n\nTo embrace and control the pain was other than welcoming it, he had slipped yet again. An hour without struggle for survival was dulling him, seeking to feel the thrill of survival, pain and combat. He hated the pampered students but this one seemed to have something.\n\nSurprisingly quickly Raiko stood up and shrugged the effects of his wounds almost immidiatly. He hid away his saber and approached Zendra with his predatory grace, he was battered but not hindered of his wounds.\n\n \"You have a good understanding of your tool.\"\n\n\"A fool fights on equal standing, maybe we will meet again at a more favourable conditions\" he said"
},
{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"You're no match for him, he's a Sith Lord.\" -Emperor Palpatine. \n Vykan Zendra \n\nThe corner of the Umbaran's mouth twitched somewhat at Raiko's words, as though resisting a temptation.\n \n\"Report to the medical ward, your injuries are grieve. I've already dispatched a medical droid to help you if you need it.\" \n\nAnd without another word, Zendra left the duelling chamber. He had no interest to challenge the four-armed duelist again, neither now nor later. Perhaps in time, he can re-earn his respect in the Umbaran's eyes and be deemed worthy once more.\n\nFor now, Zendra was tired and felt particularly strained, both physically and in the Force. He had been training for almost the entire morning and that final duel had scavenged what remained of his energy. The day's pursuits would have to be elsewhere.\n\nThe Mandalorian girl, who seemed to have become a particular interest of the Umbaran's, must have headed towards the common room."
},
{
"author": "LongVin",
"message": "OOC: Bah. I guess nothing is happening in the library. Damn you all for being non studiers.\n\n\nRenato Benso\n\nIC: Finding a particulary interesting document on the principles of Sith Alchemy, Renato transfers the document to his datapad and makes one more pass through the archives before departing.\n\nFrom the dueling pit he can hear the sounds of his fellow students trying to kill each other and his hand drops down to his own saber resting at his hip. He debates with himself whether or not to join them. Quickly, he decides against it not for lack of skill but for lack of desire. The overly agressive Sith would always be availible to challenge...but this fascinating essay on alchemy had to be put to use now.\n\nReaching the lab, he places the datapad on the work table, opening the file he gathers the materials needed for the art.\n\nOOC: Is there any skill associated with Sith Alchemy?"
},
{
"author": "Fredricus",
"message": " Raiko \n\nRaiko walked to the medical ward, ignoring the medical droid that came for him.\n\nDown at the medical ward he notices that he isn't the first patient this morning. The stank of burned flesh that followed him gave the medical ward a more \"comfortable\" feel, otherwise it too unnatural, too clean.\n\nRaiko laid down on the operating table, he has never got used to laying down, it made him vulnerable. The medical ward was too familiar to him, he allways tested how far he or his opponent could go. It usually ended with either one passing out or his opponent backing out. Some of the students doubted his sanity.\n\nThe droids started working on him, they knew well by now that Raiko didn't want anything to ease his pain, this was his lesson and it helped him feel alive.\n\nIn the bacta tank he entered his trance and watched the holovids of the Sith history, his master had been very brief in that part of the teachings."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n\nThe Zabrak blinked several times as the four-armed student walked into medical. It wasn't uncommon for students to be filtering in and out all day long; such was the nature of the Sith teachings. Pain is a powerful instructional tool, but it can only go so far. His idol, Darth Revan, understood this. History says that, 4200 years ago, he was redeemed and saved the Republic from his apprentice, Malak. However, he believed otherwise. Had Revan thrown off the mantle of Sith Lord...or had he always been true to himself? When a man fights for what he believes in, often times the line between light and dark blur. Sometimes, an act of great evil is required to preserve the greater good. The opposite is also true; deposing a vicious tyrant is often seen as a \"good\" act, but if it is done to seize power and resolidify what had been destroyed through the previous administration, then it is done to further one's own agenda.\n\nDrupada smirked some. What would the masters think of him? He had never heard of a truly philosophical Sith before. Most were content to the theory of \"If it is against me, bash it with a saber or choke the life out of it.\" It should prove to be interesting, to say the least.\n\nThat didn't make him any less deadly. Just because one considers all options before proceeding doesn't mean one isn't willing to crack some skulls to get the job done; not by a long shot.\n\nDrupada spoke up toward Raiko when he saw what the man was looking at. \"One can learn much from the success...and failure...of the past. Let no man stop your pursuit of knowledge, for those who would keep you ignorant would keep you weak.\" "
},
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"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon \n\nGaimon awakes as he does every morning: with a wince, one hand rushing to his mouth. Feeling the hard metal of his cybernetic breather and vocalizer, he gasps, a sound emitted through the device as a metallic hiss.\n\nA subtle movement in the shadows triggers his senses. In an instant, his lightsaber is in his hand, activated. A golden blast flashes in the darkness. With reflexes both bred and brutally conditioned, he deflects the shot into the wall and spins off his bedslab. His crimson 'saber hums sharply and sparks errupt as the man connects with the hovering sentinel drone.\n\nThe light panels on the wall flicker to, and the door swishes open. A blue-skinned Twi'lek female enters casually and leans against the doorframe.\n\nThrough the long tendrils of his grimy hair, Gaimon says, \"Yet another test? -ksssk- \" \n \"Life is a test, Gaimon.\" \n\nThe youth, clothed only in undergarments, regards the halves of the droid and nudges them with his bare foot. Scars of all sorts are spattered across his pallid flesh. His body was long, wiry... yet emaciated, causing what muscle he has to stand in sharp, fibrous relief against his skin.\n\nWith a tsssst , he deactivates his lightsaber and, still holding it, wraps himself in his faded robes of dun and black.\n\nThe Twi'lek holds out a plate. \"Food?\" she asks with a wicked grin. Seeing his brown eyes go dull, she shrugs, putting it down near his bedslab and adds, \"Very well. When will you give up that mask?\" \n \" -kssk- When it is taken from me,\" Gaimon states coldly.\n\nShooting the youth another sidelong glance, the Twi'lek slips outside. The door whispers closed.\n\nGaimon's eyes remain fixed dispassionately on the door, sensing the plate to be a distraction, Brel T'hann's exit a ruse. After a few moments, he clips his 'saber to his belt and takes the plate. With one hand, he presses small buttons on his mask and with a slight krink it comes free from his lower face. The sight it reveals would make a mother scream and weep. His eyes on the door, Gaimon fingers morsels of food into the right side of the opening in his face, using what small portion of his mandible remains to chew.\n\nFinishing, he reseals his mask, adjusts its regulator at his neck, and strides through the door. His movements are smooth and fluid, his skill with his 'saber a matter of agility than brute force. Flicking his unkempt hair from the arc of his gaze, he sets off for the turbolift that will take him to the Force Training chamber, his robes whispering in conversation with the metallic rasp from his breather.\n\n\n((dibs on DarkSlateGrey ))"
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"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"Is it possible to learn this power?\"\n\"Not from a Jedi\" - Anakin Skywalker and Darth Sidious on Darth Plagueis' power. \n Vykan Zendra \n\nZendra spots the woman seated in the common room. Though her movements appear uneasy, she seemed to be delicately repairing a sidearm of sorts. A rapid-fire carbine, if memory served.\n\nTaking a seat across from her, he eyed her for a moment, before speaking first.\n\n \"I was...observing your duel earlier. It was actually quite impressive, despite being, obviously (he nods towards the gun) quite out of your element. Where did you learn to fight like that? "
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"author": "EvilWalks",
"message": " Beskreiga Ordo \n\nThe young woman looked briefly up from her routine maitenance to the umbaran sith...and then she put her head back down to her work and continued on. \"It was a combination of fighting styles. Mixes of Teras Kasi, Sith movements, Trashdonian Fencing, but mostly, Mandalorian Balttle Ring techniques. Best to be versatile I say....after all, we can't always be in our element. Even if we are masters of using each sitution to our advantage, there are always...how do the Correllian Pirates say it...'bigger fish in the pond?'\" \n\nHer blaster repair was going smoothly. Technical things like this came naturally to the young Mandalorian..whether it was repairing blasters, modifying hyperdrive coils, constructing gernades, or translating Droidspeak, it was all like a sixth sense to her.\n\n \"I suspect you are here for other reasons then to compliment me on my training success while at the same time enforcing the fact that I am as you said, 'quite out of my element'...and don't give me any of the doublespeak and twisted words the instructors have been training us in...there are much safer ways to practice that, then to attempt it on a Mandalorian who's doing maitenance. That's not a threat, that's a warning.\" \n\nShe closed the first panel on her blaster, and grabbed her cup of Caf which she begin to drink between crossing the circuits beneth the next panel."
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"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"I'm out of it for a little while and everybody gets delusions of grandeur.\" -Han Solo \n Vykan Zendra \n\nThe Umbaran smiled at the woman's retort and laughed quietly, appearing finally relieved, as though the worst is over.\n\n\" \"Never tell me the odds!\", I believe, was something else those Correlian pirates said \", he replied, \" And I'm fairly certain the \"fish in a pond\" saying had something or other to do with failed courting rituals. \"\n\nHe watches her tinker with the blaster for a moment, before moving on.\n\n\" Teräs Käsi was it? Interesting. I was trained in some first tier Echani rituals myself, quite some time ago. It was brief; something to use in conditions of last resort. My true talents lie elsewhere, I'm afraid. \""
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"author": "LongVin",
"message": "Renato Benso\n\nHe went through some of the minor rituals and formulas presented in the treatise. Desperately wanting to move on to the truly powerful concotations that the ancients used to bring terror to the galaxy he held back. A true sith needed patienced to survive, the order of Darth Bane waited over a thousand years to act and they had proved succesful until the progeny of Lord Vader who turned aganst their Sith roots managed to defeat the Empire. Patience and caution were the true virtue of the Sith. Many would deny both, but they are fools. A Sith must always be cautious, he must look at every action possible and see the repercusions, not in the way a Jedi tries to perceive the falsehood known as the \"greater good,\" no a Sith must make sure that whatever he does is in his best interests and his actions today will not do him harm tomorrow.\n\nAfter cleaning up the workstation, Renato makes his way to the common area for the students at the Academy. He notices two of his fellow students conversing at one of the tables...perhaps there would be some useful tidbit to take away from their conversation. Getting a cool beverage from the mess, he positions himself at a nearby table not too close to arouse suspicioun but not too far to be unable to hear anything. Place his datapad on the table, he opens it back up to the downloaded treatise pretending to read it."
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"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon \n\nSeeing no one else in the Force Training chamber, Gaimon enters and sinks down to his knees in the centre of the room. For minutes, he slips into a trance, centering himself and becoming full attuned to his surroundings.\n\n \n Spoiler \nForce Trance: (1d20+10)[ 23 ] \n \n\n\nWhen he opens his eyes, he gestures at one of the training aids. Feeling the Force flowing through him, he summons it to move into his open hand.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove Light Object: (1d20+10)[ 13 ] \n \n\n\nGaimon's brown eyes gleam in satisfaction. For several more moments, he waits, eying a target at the far side of the chamber. Opening his hand, the pale man closes his eyes for a few seconds.\n\nThe man opens his eyes, glaring at the target. With a burst of the Force, he sends the training sphere soaring towards it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove Light Object (projectile): [roll]1d20+10[/roll]\n\nWoops... my edit screwed up this roll: 1d20+10=17 \n\nDamage to target: 1d6=5 \n \n\n\nGaimon rises to his feet, a metallic crackle sounding from his cybernetic subvocalizer. Laughter, one might imagine, or a stuttering cough."
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"author": "Fredricus",
"message": " Raiko \n\nRaiko broke his trance and looked at the Zabrak in the tank nearby.\n\n \"Survival is the key. Learning from your own and others mistakes is crucial in survival. To know ones weakness is also an important factor. Remember don't accept it, defy it, fight it.\"\n \nHe watches one of the historical conflicts.\n\n \"It's good to learn from others mistakes\" "
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"author": "EvilWalks",
"message": " Beskreiga Ordo \n\nThe Mandalorian finished her carbine and holstered at her side. Picking up her Caf mug again she slowly sipped it as the Umbaran talked. When he was finished, she put her now-empty Caf mug down, and slowly stood up. \"You remind me of a Togruta I knew once...she didn't know when to keep her lips still and her words direct, either. Watch your back and remember...we Mandalorians don't make threats. Only promises and warnings.\" \n\nShe left to relocate...The Umbaran had ignored her warning about not being direct with his speech, and he would pay for it as her code demanded...but it didn't have to happen immediatly. Starting a brawl in the commons would only incite the Instructors...and she could do without their authoritative meddling.\n\nGazing around the Commons, she found a mostly open spot...there was a young man sitting there with a pad. Scholarly type it looked like. Well, he not have been a warrior, but perhaps she could get a more direct conversation out of him.\n\nFilling up her mug of Caf first, she went over to the table and addressed him. \"I won't have to end up killing anyone if I take this seat, will I?\" "
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"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"Easy, Chewie\" -Han Solo \n Vykan Zendra \n\nThe Umbaran blinked twice as the woman got up and left. Though his intent was merely some innocent banter and perhaps some mutual insight into the pair's respective combat styles, he had, once again, talked himself into another fight.\n\n \"Pity. It wasn't my intent to distress you, but I look forward to your challenge nevertheless.\" \n\nThough his last words,a half-hearted attempt to mend his hurt pride, fell on seemingly empty ears, the Umbaran continued to mumble to himself; something about losing his charm. Perhaps, if only there was some to begin with.\n\nSitting back, cross-armed, he watched the Mandalorian refill her drink and take a seat at the nearby table. He had noticed the other recruit take a seat nearby - not a combatant - he'd have seen him before if he were a combatant, and surely beaten him.\n\nA strange feeling fell on the Umbaran's heart, nicely intertwined with an odd desire to slice the recruit's face off. As it were...odd.\n\nIn a huff, he got up, donned his robes and cloak and strolled out of the room, using the far exit, heading for the turbolifts. He had hoped to invite the Mandalorian woman to tour the Tomb on the lower levels with him. Apparently his first visit would have to be alone."
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"author": "LongVin",
"message": "Renato Benso\n\nHmm...Appearently there was some hostility between the two, interesting, that may become useful in the future...\n\nHe noticed her approach but kept his eyes to the pad, she obviously wanted someone to talk to and Renato was happy to oblige, knowledge is power.\n\nHis head stayed down till she spoke, shooting up from his seat he extends his hand in an inviting matter a smile on his face. \"Of course not. Please, sit.\" \n\nRenato smooths down his clothes, black pants and black shirt reminiscient of the New Order fleet uniforms. \"Renato Benso, at your service.\" He introduces himself in the formal yet polite way he was taught as a child."
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"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"No more loose wire jokes...he's trying.\" -Anakin Skywalker \n Vykan Zendra \n\nAs intended and implied , Zendra stood in the turbolift, waiting for it to begin it's motion downwards. He continued to wait, pushing the appropriate buttons, a progressively irritated grimace drawing itself upon his face."
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"author": "Nowhere Girl",
"message": " Salina Jax \n \n\nSalina walked slowly into the commons area, taking in her surroundings without ever once shifting her eyes. There was Renato, of whom she knew a little, given his attraction to the archives -- although given his choice of reading, she was uncertain whether his desire for knowledge had more to do with the Force or simply knowledge for its own sake.\n\nWith him, too, was that muscular, aggressive woman who was said to be of Mandalorian origin. Of that one, she knew very little, but she could guess the type easily enough.\n\nWithout looking their way, she retrieved for herself a small meal, only finally turning her eyes toward them as she approached the table.\n\n \"May I sit here?\" she asked in a soft, almost toneless voice, eyes locked firmly on Renato."
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"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n\nDrupada nodded some. It seemed he'd find no conversation with the other man, but he put it out of his mind and waited some more. The bacta was working fast; whether he knew it or not, the Force was healing him as well. Shortly after the little exchange, the droids dinged and he popped out of the tank.\n\nCleaned, pressed, and feeling back up to snuff, he followed his ears toward the common room, a stack of sandwiches and a high energy beverage in his hands. Noticing the others, he picked a comfortable seat and ate slowly. \"And I am Drupada Taipo, for those of you who don't know me. I spent most of my life flying freighters, though my real passion are starfighters.\" He looked around the room carefully. Beskreiga he already knew was an excellent ally to have, but the others were new to him. Hopefully, he could find out their strengths...and weaknesses before too long. On land, he wasn't much of a field commander yet, but get him in space and he is in his element.\n\nDrupada shivered some. He hated the cold more than anything in the galaxy. Rising, he moved closer to a heater and reveled in it's warmth."
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"author": "EvilWalks",
"message": " Beskreiga Ordo \n\nBeskreiga, still dressed in her hybrid sith robes and durasteel armor, sat down at the table and nodded to Renato. His politeness, was useless, but at least he was to the point and kept it brief. She had barely finished her first sip of her mug of Caf, when she heard the voices of the other two. She raised a red rusty eyebrow at Taipo's introduction replying first to him. \"You're blunt, rather open, and you give away too much information early on...\" Then she offered a wicked grin. \"Just like your fighting style. Come on, sit down. I won't deny someone who at least tried today. You too, Miss Sith.\" \n\nShe was getting in a better mood...perhaps her second cup of Caf was already working in it's caffinated magics...or Taipo's return from the med lab, reminded her of her victory earlier that day.\n\nTaking a moment to readjust her headband which kept back her thick rust-red bangs,the Mandalorian turned to the other apprentices and introduced herself. \"I'm Beskreiga Ordo. We all know Taipo now...what about you two?\" \n\nAs she asks, she takes out her carbine and kit again, and removes the power cell. Her base electrical needed maitence was done, but there where parts like the extendable stock that needed to be clean and repaired."
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"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon \n\nThe pale, lean man, after his exercises in the Force Training Chamber, takes the turbolift down. He exits the lift, his gait sure and measured, and strides towards the central common room. There he sees four others, faces familiar but not well-known to the pallid man. There are times I wish I had spent more time getting to know my fellow students, he thinks.\n\nHe sees three gathering around another already sitting, datapad in hand. Gaimon eyed the three, considering moving through the room into another. His earlier experience with Brel T'hann and his solitude in the Force Training Chamber, however, left him with a desire for camaraderie and kinship. One hand moving unconsciously to his cybernetic implant, he strode towards them.\n\nHe approaches. His voice sounds distant, filtered through a plasteel subvocalizer: \"May I join you? I've seen you -kssk- about, but I don't know your names. I'm Gaimon.\" \n\n(description)\n \n Spoiler \nGaimon is a tall man unconcerned with his overall appearance: his long hair is uncombed, the colour of dark dish water, and his black and umber robes are worn. Dead brown eyes peer from a pale face and scars cover most of his wiry, wan body. He is an unforgettable figure due to his cybernetic subvocalizer mask. He requires the device to speak, and it gives his voice a harsh, metallic quality.\n "
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"author": "Nowhere Girl",
"message": " Salina Jax \n \n\nJade eyes shift to the one who calls himself Drupada, then slowly back to the Mandalorian woman, whose name turns out to be Beskreiga. After a long pause, she sits quietly, speaking just one word: \"Salina.\" \n\nNo sooner does that word pass her lips than yet another person approaches the increasingly popular table, revealing himself to be Gaimon. The sight of the bizarre, disheveled man causes Salina's eyes to widen slightly, only for the briefest of moments before her expression returns to its usual impassive mask.\n\n \"I'm Salina,\" she says again for his benefit, then takes a sip from her glass of water."
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"author": "LongVin",
"message": "Renato Benso\n\n\"Greetings. I am Renato Benso\" he nods his head politely to each newcomer sizing them up and trying to discern their particular aptitudes and focuses. The warriors were easy to pick out, you always knew what they wanted to do, it was the thinkers one had to worry about, their plans and plots are legion.\n\nTapping a few keys on the datapad he closes the document before placing the pad back in it's belt pouch. Taking a sip from his drink his gaze drifts to everyone at the table. Waiting for someone else to strike up a conversation, taking the lead could make a person very dead very fast, best to let things run their course and give subtle nudges."
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"author": "Caewil",
"message": " Csaba Obscura \n\nCsaba Obscura slowly strides out of her room, heavy boots clicking on the floor with every step. She pauses at every intersection, turning her head back and forth.\n\nThe entire Sith academy disorients her - it is like nowhere she has ever been. It wasn't the architechture or the air. It was something else entirely. As a Miraluka she could see through the force, and what she sees unsettles her. The very walls give off an aura of malice and darkness. She was no stranger to war and suffering. She was attuned to it and had gotten used to death. But the Sith Academy somehow seems more menacing than any battlefield she has ever been on. With rigid discipline she continues walking, ignoring her growing discomfort. She would have to get used to it, that was all.\n\nShe continues walking and sees something shining brightly ahead. She follows the light, heading toward the common area. As she nears it, she can make out individuals, glowing in the force. She snorts quietly. They are obviously taking no care to conceal themselves, and she wonders why. She reaches out to them through the force, then stops herself. Instead she confidently strides into the room, stopping short of the table.\n\n\"Ah. Is there a party I wasn't invited to? I wouldn't want to intrude...\"\n\nShe pauses for a second, then she lifts her hood, revealing her white eyes. She looks around the table.\n\n\"And you are presumably my fellow students. We haven't been formally introduced yet, but you may call me Csaba.\"\n\nShe watches the others for their reactions, attempting to size them up. She wonders which ones will make suitable servants once she eventually takes the title of Dark Lady."
},
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"author": "Nowhere Girl",
"message": " Salina Jax \n \n\nThe corners of Salina's mouth tug upward into a small, wry smile. She acknowledges the newcomer with a glance, then shifts her eyes away again, offering no reply as none was expressly solicited.\n\n \"What everyone is wondering, but no one wants to openly address,\" she instead remarks evenly, without preamble, \"is what the future of our academy's leadership will be.\" \n\nShe then takes another sip from her glass of water, as though she'd said nothing of note."
},
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"author": "Caewil",
"message": "Csaba Obscura\n\nCsaba stands silently for a moment, listening as the slender human nonchalantly baits the others with her statement. She smiles at apprentice's audacity, recognizing her as Salina Jax. Remmon Kaid had said she was a force prodigy, potentially one of the most powerful Sith around. So, she was trying to elicit a reaction? Well, two could play at that game.\n\n\"I do not know.\" She lowers her hood over her head as she speaks. \"Come, let us hear your view.\""
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"author": "Nowhere Girl",
"message": " Salina Jax \n \n \"My view?\" she echoes, staring thoughtfully into her half-full glass. \"It's impossible to know,\" she says after a long moment, then almost immediately amends, \"or, at least, beyond my skill.\" \n\nShe puts the glass down and looks up at the miraluka. \"Too much is unknown. Who bears the greatest ambition?\" Again that small smile. \"Whom does most of the academy support?\" \n\nAlmost as an afterthought, she adds, \"And where did Lord Tavorrik go ... and why?\" "
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"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon \n\nGaimon nods to Salina, Csaba and Renato, his flat brown eyes taking them in, his mask obscuring any expression he might have, though there is a brightening in his eyes when he observes Salina's reaction. Yes, he thinks. Thanks to that Jedi trainee wench I will always create such a look wherever I go. In time, these shall know not to feel pity or sympathy... \n\nThe lean man shrugs noncommittally at Salina's comments, and says, his voice at times sounding like a droid's, \"It makes little difference. -kssk- Survival is paramount. The Sith are and have always been strong because they move with the changes in the wind, not against them. We must do likewise.\" His eyes harden, his veiny hands becoming fists. A softer, metallic humming follows: \"Unlike the blinded and arrogant -kssk- Jedi pawns.\" \n\nGaimon reaches up to his neck, arching his neck slightly to the side. Prodding carefully with his fingers, he readjusts the vocalizer. For a few moments the veins in his neck and temples strain against his pallid skin. The man looks at Renato. His voice now is less droid-like but holds that metallic edge. \"Have you read Darth Krayt's treatment on subterfuge, Renato?\" "
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"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n\nDrupada smirks some at Beskreiga's comment about his openness. Yes, he had mentioned that he had been a freighter pilot, but that was it. It is also true that he leaves almost everything at the door when he fights. There's subterfuge...and then there's just toying with your enemy for no good reason. One thing that Sith practices had taught him was that people deserve a quick, honorable death with minimal suffering. Another curious view for a Sith, but dead is dead.\n\n \"I never said I was the best fighter in the academy.\" He smiles again in a friendly manner. \"And letting you know I'm a pilot is giving away too much information? There is no strength in ignorance.\" His tone was good natured, showing that he lets her comments slide off his back. Finishing one of the sandwiches and taking another drink, he listens to the others.\n\n \"The future of the academy? There are two variables involved in that question. First, the question of how painless the transition of power will be. Unfortunately, Sith infighting gets out of control without a powerful leader and that could lead to the destruction of the academy and the loss of a great deal of knowledge that has been recompiled. Secondly, we must consider the direction a new Sith Lord would take us in. Our survival depends on that direction; a fool will send us to death on futile missions to destroy the rebuilding Jedi or secure some world without sufficient backup.\n\n\"My personal opinion I will keep to myself. In the end, we are still just Apprentices and speculation amongst ourselves serves only to draw battle lines between people who could gain more by standing together than standing divided.\" \n\nDrupada began eating another sandwich slowly. There was a time for talking and a time for listening. This was the latter."
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"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Antos Mereck \n *Tink. Tink. Tink.* Antos ignored the sound of the toes of his boots tapping against the hard floor beneath him. Caring about it won't make it go away, he thought to himself. There aren't exactly an abundance of places a human of his height can do chin-ups without his feet touching the floor, anyway. He continued to haul his broad, muscular frame up and down for an eternity of 45 seconds. As his arms began to tire, the sound began slower and slower. The sweat seemed to be trickling all the way down the olive-tone skin of his body. As his grip on the bar began to weaken and he began to gradually slip, he lashed out angrily at himself.\n\n You're pathetic. Can't hang on to the bar. Just like you couldn't hang on to your family. The thought sent a cold jolt of adrenaline through his veins. Just like you couldn't hang on Ceilia. His teeth clamped together like a vice as he felt his blood pressure rise. You are not letting go, weakling. Not again. With nothing left but raw emotion, the sergeant drags himself up into the air one last time. Once he lifted his square jaw over the bar, his hands gave out and he crashed onto the floor, knees-first.\n\nHe kneeled there for only a few moments to breath before he stood up and grabbed his towel. He dabbed the perspiration off of his face and completely ignored the pathetic trickle of blood coming from his right knee. Need to shower, then report in. It's about time to get to work. As he peels off his wet tanktop and lobs it into its bin, he speaks his daily mantra to the bar as he walks out of his room towards the showers. \"One day I'll tear you off that damned wall.\" \n\nAfter a frigid shower, a change of clothes, and a few moments to re-equip his gear, Sergeant Antos Mereck steadily marched into the common area wearing his midnight blue protective suit, his black bandolier draped from right shoulder to his left waist, a blaster pistol dangling from his side, and a rifle hanging from his back by a strap. He couldn't help but spot the collection of humanoids growing in the room. Robes. Sith apprentices. From his past experience serving in the Sith military, he couldn't help but to sardonically add: Can't wait to see which one will 'play commander' towards me first. Antos had fought for the Sith long enough to know that he's considered 2nd-class to these Dark Jedi. He grabbed a heaping tray of food and sat down at a table a respectable distance away from them. His \"status\" to them didn't matter to him much - it wasn't his job to be popular. If they were competent leaders, he had no problem serving them with his life. If they were fools, he'd just have to count the days until their poor choices cost them their lives. He'd gotten his troopers through their share of poor officers already. Survival was the closest thing he had to a talent.\n\nHowever, it seemed that someone had new plans for the lowly sergeant. He was transferred from his combat unit to this Dark Jedi academy for some reason or another. It wasn't his place to ask. All that mattered is that he was here, and soon there would be work to do. He gave a short nod towards the assembled Sith, and left it at that. He began to neatly and quietly eat his dinner."
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{
"author": "LongVin",
"message": "Renato Benso\n\n \"I have not had the pleasure of reading that particular article. There is too much to read and too little time between training sessions.\" , came the reply Gaimon's question."
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"author": "Fredricus",
"message": " Raiko \n\nSeeing the talkative Zabrak leave he resumed his trance. His wounds healed fast and in no time he was out of the tank. He had learned more today, strengths of a student and some Sith history.\n\nHe quickly dressed and made sure all his weapons where hidden and walked to the turbo-lift. The Academy was both dulling and awakening. His understanding of the \"Force\" as they call it, has grown as his master predicted. Master had said it would help in survival and staying on a higher food-chain. Having witnessed his master in action, he had no doubt how powerfull the force could be. On the other hand, the safe enviroment and basic needs satisfied dulled him. He found a cure, Hoth's surface. It was a comfortable enviroment to test himself.\n\nThe four armed humanoid stepped out of the turbolift and walked into the common-room. He grabbed some food and sat down close to the students discussing some matter."
},
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"author": "Nowhere Girl",
"message": " Salina Jax \n \n \"Then,\" Salina puts in softly, looking up from her as-yet-untouched meal to fix Drupada with an eerily unwavering stare, \"you believe there is power in solidarity.\" "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n \"I believe that the strength of one is eclipsed by the strength of many. Any group stands to gain more by working together than by working separately. A lone being could take over the galaxy, but without supporters, he will find his empire crumbles long before he realizes what is going on.\" Drupada had always been pragmatic in his approach to life. This was no different."
},
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"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon \n\nGaimon eyes Raiko entering and sitting near, but nods in agreement with Drupada. \"The Sith nearly allowed themselves to be destroyed in the Last Battle of Ruusan because they fought both -ksst- an enemy within and the Jedi. The Sith survived the millennia following only through pragmatic subtlety.\" \n\nGaimon again tilts his head and adjusts something at this neck, the tiny blinking tell-tales on the subvocalizer shifting hue. \"Arrogance and over-confidence are not virtues in the Sith. -ksssst- Pragmatism and the power to self-determine are... as is the ability to recognize allies when they present themselves.\" "
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Antos Mereck \n\nApart from the occasional sound of his fork lightly scraping against the tray, Antos continues to feed in silence. He soon found himself listening in on the conversation of the acolytes. He focused on looking down at his tray as he ate, but he couldn't resist the desire to occasionally glance over at the group. If I've been transferred here, I bet I'll eventually have to work with some of this lot. Won't hurt to hear what I'm in for. \n\nEach time one of the Sith finished speaking, he'd give a casual glance up to learn a face for each voice. The humanoid with four arms certainly caught his attention. The woman with what looked like solid white eyes held his attention for more than her share of time, as well. She looked human, but those eyes... Hmm. Only this 'Force' of theirs could make a blind person a competent fighter. The other alien was one of those spiky-headed types, probably one of those Iridonians. Then there seemed to be a human woman with a surprisingly strong build, and another woman who seemed to be a complete contrast with her delicate frame and icy-cool bearing. Add in the three human males, the one with long hair, another looking somewhat waifish, and the last looking pretty poorly between his unkempt appearance, scars, and what looked to be a mechanical breather on his face. That was the bunch. His examinations led him to a surprised thought. Some of these acolytes look so...young. Trained killers at that age. No one should have to live such a dark life so early on. For a moment, he had a twinge of emotion in the pit of his stomach; in years past it would have sprouted into feelings of sympathy, but that was a long time ago. It only took one more bite to dismiss the sensation entirely.\n\nAntos finished his own little internal monologue just in time to catch the last few exchanges between Four-Arms and Respirator. Thus far he's content with what he hears. Good. Those two are realistic, at least. The Force may let them do incredible things, but the Sith sure as hell aren't gods. A few I've met didn't realize that until it was too late. He felt a small grin creep across his face. I warned you, 'commander'. "
},
{
"author": "LongVin",
"message": "Renato Benso\n\n\n \"But, arrogance and overconfidence are often the trappings of the Sith and our Jedi enemy. The mysteries of the force grants us abilities beyond those of anyone normal, and it becomes all too easy to feel as like a god. Normally, this is not a bad thing, as eventually the overconfidence will lead to their demise and the truly strong will prosper. But, one's overconfidence can lead to the destruction of the order and we must make sure that no one's foolishness can lead to our collective end.\" "
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"author": "Rafe",
"message": "Gaimon\n\nThe lank man nods once again in agreement, then shrugs and gazes off, peering between strings of unkempt dark hair. \"That is the razor's edge that all must walk. For those attuned to the Force, this edge is but sharper. As you say -kssk- Renato, the strong will out; overconfidence breeds its own weaknesses.\" \n\nLooking back to the group, his eyes sharpen with amusement. \"Also, we must contend with the constant trickery of our masters and instructors. No doubt these tests are meant to focus us, forcing us to be mindful. While it is tempting, we must not allow our -ksssssk- superiors to force wedges between us when we must be of a single mind to accomplish our tasks.\" "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n There's more to this razor than you realize. There's also the edge between the dogmatic, faux pacifism of the Jedi and the ultimately destructive practices of the Sith. \"Renato, your words are more true than you realize. Our instructors, be they Jedi or Sith, teach us that we are special because we can feel the Force far more than the average Joe walking down the streets of Corellia. From our indoctrination, we are led to believe...no, to RELY on the Force for our survival. By relying on it, we become too self-reliant and more likely to become overly arrogant. We also forget that there are trillions of beings in the galaxy who make their way through the day without using it, breeding even more contempt. In the end, nothing is achieved and the galaxy as a whole is weakened through foolish machinations.\n\n\"But it is one thing to talk about these things. It is a wholly other thing to put it into practice. Only time will tell if we can, and will, take these lessons to heart.\" "
},
{
"author": "Fredricus",
"message": " Raiko \n\nThe four armed tan skinned humanoid rose up and came closer to those debating\n\n \"The zabrak has some truth in his words. The Force is an edge we have in survival. To over rely on something makes you dull and weak. Say if you rely on getting a warm meal served to you every day and then someday there is no food delivered. What to do?\"\n\n\"There are things you take for granted. What happens if something is taken away?\" "
},
{
"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon \n\nThe man fixes the two with his amber-brown gaze. His chuckle sounds like scraping metal: \"Adapt.\" "
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{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n\nDrupada nodded to Gaimon. \"Just so. It is the rule of the galaxy: adapt or die. I think that is what is happening to the Sith now. The old ways are failing. It is not enough for one person to want the destruction of the Jedi and control of the galaxy. It is not enough for two, three, four, five, or even a hundred people to say that. No, it will take millions, if not, billions of people working together without worrying about personal ambition or about the others plotting against them. Such things make us weaker.\n\n\"And, quite frankly, isn't it better to control a smaller portion of the galaxy than none at all?\" He leaned back some and tore into another sandwich, half expecting the Mandalorian to make another comment about his openness. Subterfuge has it's place, but not when rallying others or fostering trust."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Raven T. \n Drupada Taipo \n \"Our instructors, be they Jedi or Sith, teach us that we are special because we can feel the Force far more than the average Joe walking down the streets of Corellia.\" \n \n\nAt the table across the room, the sounds of eating stop and Antos's head quickly jerks up to look up at the Iridonian speaker. He stares at the man for a moment, his eyes flashing with alarm. How the hell does he... After a second he calms himself with light clearing of the throat. It was just a random example. He doesn't know you. Finish your dinner, and leave this lot to their musings. \n\nThe slow but rhythmic sound of his fork continues as Mereck begins to clean the last scraps off of his tray."
},
{
"author": "LongVin",
"message": "Renato Benso\n\nReaching his glasss he bumps it nearly tipping it over. Grabbing it and steadying it in the nick of time before any of its contents can spill, he takes a sip. \"Establishing control over a small portion of the Galaxy is a start and through proper expansion can lead to control of the entire galaxy. But it also makes our presence known and presents our enemy with a target to focus their forces against.\" "
},
{
"author": "Nowhere Girl",
"message": " Salina Jax \n \n \"Then you would certainly contend,\" Salina concludes, addressing no one in particular, instead studying her glass of water, as though the liquid hides some important secret, \"that Darth Bane was a fool.\" \n\nShe lets her words hang heavily in the air without further exposition, content to allow the others to do the majority of the talking. For the first time since sitting at the table, she takes a bite from her salad."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n\nDrupada made no physical sign that he was going to respond to Salina's comment about Bane. In the end, Bane did what he felt was right and that preserved the core of Sith teachings for a thousand years without interference from Jedi meddling.\n\n \"I did not mean controlling a portion of the galaxy as a short term goal. I mentioned it in reference to the end product; if we were, as a group, to bring about a new Sith Empire, I would be more than content with retaining control of only a sector of the galaxy. As I said, for me, ruling a fistful of planets is preferable to ruling nothing at all.\" Of course, the planets that he wanted...Onderon, Yavin, Dantooine, and Korriban, to name a few...were all sacred sites and repositories of Sith knowledge. What he could uncover there would strengthen the Sith...and, most importantly, himself...far more than a galactic throne ever could."
},
{
"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon \n\nGaimon sits, looking at the food with narrowed eyes. His thin, pale fingers drum on the table near a plate. He pulls his attention away from it - a difficulty when he can hear a trooper nearby eating, and Drupada and Renato both doing so. He looks at Salina.\n\n \"Control... it is a strange thing. -ksssk- A million may not be able to hold a single system, yet Darth Sidious controlled nearly this entire galaxy. Patience may be the key. Or guile. Strength of mind has shown itself to be of greater use to the Sith than strength in numbers.\" \n\nGaimon blinks when Renato mentions known presence. \"I assure -kssssssk- you: we are known. The Sith are not hidden. Their bases of power are hidden, but we are not. The Jedi know of us, but their reputation is nothing of its former glory before their Dark Time.\" The pale man gazes through the table, his mind walking other paths. \"Ossus is a fragile place, its environment meant to foster a sense of serenity. The -ksssk- Jedi focus their abilities in the wrong areas. They attempt so valiantly to not be us but we have no such worries. If a Jedi apprentice is found wanting, they spend time on the weakling. If they do not, the padawan flees in anger or resentment... perhaps causing problems for them down the road...\" \n\nRealizing how much he has said, his eyes refocus and he looks to the others nearby. Crossing his arms, he becomes quiet. My mind dwells too much on the past today, he thinks to himself. A wiser man would know better when to speak... and when to think. "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Rafe \n Gaimon \n \"Control... it is a strange thing. -ksssk- A million may not be able to hold a single system, yet Darth Sidious controlled nearly this entire galaxy. Patience may be the key. Or guile. Strength of mind has shown itself to be of greater use to the Sith than strength in numbers.\" \n \n\n Drupada Taipo \n \"Sidious also had billions of Clones, millions of Venator class ships, and thousands of supporters in the Senate before he achieved galactic control. Both guile and manpower is required for any plan of galactic domination to succeed.\n\n\"Besides, Sidious wasn't perfect. His fall is evidence enough of that. He underestimated the resilience of the Jedi and the equilibrium that the Force maintains. How much effort did he put into finding those most influential who escaped the Purge? Did he track Yoda to the ends of the galaxy? Did he send Vader out to exact vengeance on his former master...and the man who destroyed Vader's life?\" This had been the first time Drupada had displayed any sense of inner fire and passion that would mark him a candidate for Sith training. Often times, he suppressed it so that it wouldn't cloud his judgment and cause him to act irrationally, but he could never resist a good debate."
},
{
"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon \n\nThe pallid man watches Drupada cooly. \"Yes, but -kssk- all those elements were extensions of his will. His lie had power over the minds of those who mattered. That lie, his will, gave rise to the Empire. Not military might. Also, they were tools and well used... for the most part. As you say, he fell and -kssk- it was not a quiet fall. \n \"You have proven my earlier comment about arrogance. It was Lord Sidious' undoing, perhaps. He -kssssssk- did not, as you have said, hunt down the last of the Jedi. Vader and the Emperor's Hands did not root out all agents of the old Republic.\" Gaimon leans forward meaningfully, his hands on the table. \"Yet, was that through arrogance and delusion of impregnable power... or the will of the Force?\" Gaimon shrugs, the tension leaving him. \"Or is there such a thing?\" \n\nThe lean man settles back in his chair and waves his own statements away dismissively. \"This is academic. Words -kssk- can have power but actions yield results, my master says.\" "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n\nDrupada had cooled some now that the conversation had moved in a slightly different direction. \"While I do not place any doubt in the idea of the will of the Force, it is too convenient an excuse. Where does personal responsibility come into play? The Force moves as it may, but it is up to us, both those who consciously wield it and those who do not, to forge our own destinies. For good or ill, I believe it comes down to our choices.\n\n\"Yes, actions do speak louder than words, but we are not in a position today to do much more than speculate. The masters have given us the day to do as we please and I intend to use it as a day of recuperation in order to resume training fresh on the morrow.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon \n\nGaimon nods to Drupada, then suddenly cackles mirthlessly, the sound like a droid coughing. \"Could it be that this -ksssk- is their most merciless test yet? That we be forced into idleness and speculate, argue and force gaps between -kssssk- ourselves? Day of recuperation... I think this may be as arduous a day as any.\" His eyes gleam with cold humour."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n \"It is entirely possible you are correct. However, at least, among those assembled here, I get the feeling their test may be backfiring some. From what I've read and experienced, Sith are not 'team players' and we're not at each other's throats...yet.\" He spoke the last word quietly and full of dread. Divisions bring about a swift demise, be it from outside sources or from within."
},
{
"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon \n\nThe man stands and shrugs. \"The day is still young.\" With a parting nod, Gaimon leaves the table, walking through the room to the kitchen mess."
},
{
"author": "LongVin",
"message": "Renato Benso\n\n \"Or, perhaps the test is meant to make us work together. Even to a Sith it is difficult to discern what another Sith is thinking. It was the failings of the previous Sith Orders that infighting brought them down even when victory was virtually assured. Our current masters may want to prevent that.\" It was doubtful that, that was the true reason it would defeat the purpose of culling the weak from the ranks. But it might prove useful to have the others believe it."
},
{
"author": "Caewil",
"message": "\"And how do they intend to do that?\" Csaba interjects. \"We Sith do not seek a common goal, other than power. Infighting is natural, inevitable as long as there are more than two Sith. Eventually, we will all desire to be the Master.\""
},
{
"author": "LongVin",
"message": "Renato Benso\n\nRenato ponders the point for a momemt \"It could be done in the way Drupada eluded to. Each Sith Lord can control a section of planets. In this way each Sith has the power he needs and desires and should help to atleast put a limit to infighting.\" "
},
{
"author": "Caewil",
"message": "Csaba Obscura\n\nCsaba snorts condescendingly, \"And what then? We meet on Coruscant every few years to debate policy? The problem with that plan is that it expects Sith to willingly limit their influence to their own sectors. Eventually, even control over a large sector will not be enough. The end result will be civil war. Again.\" "
},
{
"author": "LongVin",
"message": "Renato Benso\n\nHe nods conceding the point \"But by that time we should have completely destroyed the last of the Jedi Order, and have made the populace averse to democracy and accustomed to Sith rule. It is not like we will have thousands of sith running around, it will be dozens or hundreds at most.\" "
},
{
"author": "Nowhere Girl",
"message": " Salina Jax \n \n\nSalina continues to eat in silence as the debate rages on, the only change being that she now wears a small, amused smile."
},
{
"author": "Caewil",
"message": "Csaba Obscura\n\nCsaba shakes her head, disagreeing. \"No, the Jedi have shown themselves to be suprisingly resilient. Even when their numbers were whittled down to a handful in Palpatine's time, they still managed to recover in less than half a decade.\" "
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{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Antos Mereck \n\nAntos scoops up the last shreds of his meal. Not a moment too soon, he thinks to himself. I hope I wasn't assigned to this place to protect a bunch of verbose academics. He abruptly stands and carries his scoured-clean tray to its proper place. With a bit of a clatter, he casually tosses the tray down and he marches directly out of the room in the same manner that he entered.\n\nAs he is walking away from the commons area, his pace slows. Antos begins to wonder what he should do with this 'free' day he's been given. Sure as hell don't want to go back to the commons, and it's still a few hours before my next set of exercises. He decides that his time would best be used in speaking with some of the other guards of this facility. Hopefully they'd be able to give him a better idea of what his expected duties would be in this cavern of a compound. Now with a purpose, he resumes his full pace in the direction of the turbolift. He pushes the \"Up\" button, and waits."
},
{
"author": "Caewil",
"message": " Csaba Obscura \n\nAs Csaba speaks, she hears the clatter of a plate. Without turning her head, she opens herself to the Force, extending her senses to encompass the entire room. She 'sees' a broadly built looking man, one whom she had not perceived before. How did I not notice him? For a moment Csaba is puzzled, then she focuses her senses on him, allowing the other sounds and sights of the common room to fade away. Interestingly, the man was not Force sensitive. Through the Force, the Miraluka can sense his distain for the useless discussion. Her curiosity piqued, Csaba decides to follow him. Who knows, he could make a useful ally. \n \"May I be excused?\" Csaba politely asks the other Sith. Not waiting for their assent, she stands up then strides out through the door after the soldier, following him to the turbolift."
},
{
"author": "LongVin",
"message": "Renato Benso\n\nLeaning across the table he continues \"That was the folly of Palpatine he believed that all the Jedi were dead. He did not devote the proper time to hunting down the last aging remnants of the order of by the time of the Galactic Civil War. Nor did he devote the proper resources to destroying the traitorous children of the Lord Darth Vader.\" \n\n\nEDIT: Just fixed a grammar error."
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{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Antos Mereck \n\nAntos stands at attention facing the turbolift door, waiting for its arrival. He strains his ears to hear for any signs of its approach. He is distracted from his efforts by a sudden cold chill that runs down his spine - he turns to look over his shoulder to find (much to his surprise) that the blind Sith had come up behind him without a whisper of sound. He grudgingly felt a bit of respect for the woman. Heh. A lot of good my eyes did me when she was sneaking up. \n\nKnowing the typical protocol of how a trooper is expected to treat an acolyte, he steps to the side of the turbolift controls and stands facing halfway between her and the door with ramrod posture and arms locked behind his back in a tighter version of parade-rest. \"Up or down, ma'm?\" "
},
{
"author": "Caewil",
"message": "Csaba Obscura\n\nCsaba purses her lips, \"You sat up there with the Sith Acolytes and ate. The Masters no doubt accord you some respect. I do not think they sent you here to open turbolift doors.\" Csaba turns and walks to the other side of the turbolift entrance. \"Do you have a name, soldier?\" "
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Antos Mereck \n\nAntos is a little surprised by the attention. Hmm. Not sure if this is a bad sign or a good one. He maintains the same stance, but looks over to make eye co... Oh, right; face-to-face viewing.\n\n \"Mereck, Antos. Sergeant. Truth be told, ma'm, I'm not sure what the Masters have me here for. I commanded a trooper squad until a week ago, when I was transferred.\" The next line gives him slight pause, and it seems the topic makes him uncomfortable. \"I...haven't received new orders yet. Apart from my own personal training and getting oriented in this facility, my days have been unpleasantly idle.\" That's the understatement of the year. A man could go mad in this place without a task at hand. Assuming that a \"regular joe from Coreillia\" wouldn't be of interest for long, his gaze returns forward and he continues standing in parade-rest."
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{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"It's something elsewhere…elusive.\" - Obi-Wan Kenobi \n Vykan Zendra \n\nAs Mereck and Obscura converse, the turbolift doors finally open, revealing a single Umbaran recruit, who seemed to have been struggling with the controls.\n\nHe displays a sign on relief as the doors part, and quickly steps out.\n\n\" Finally, I almost thought I was quite trapped in there. I don't think the instructors would have taken too kindly to me if I had cut my way through the walls. \"\n\nHe takes a moment to steady himself, rearranging the cloak he was wearing over a bare chest, which, unlike the robes of the other recruits, glimmered somewhat in the dim light. He then proceeds to examine the conversing pair, first Mereck, then Obscura. As his eyes meet her blindfold a look of grimace appears on his face.\n\n\" Ergh, Miraluka.. \""
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"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Jesara \n\nThe young Mon Calamari, having been bored for the last week, sleeps in to pass the time. The idleness is particularly painful for one with so keen a mind. Alas troopers were not given the same access as the acolytes or the masters, so Jesara was not permitted to linger in the Archive doing research.\n\nShe lies in bed for a bit longer stretching before finally bathing and getting dressed. Before she leave the room she turns off the humidifier and locks it up with the rest of her private belongings. The air on Hoth was so dry and Jesara's skin was sensitive enough without adding insult to injury.\n\nAfter dressing and double checking that her uniform was perfect(perception test?), she heads out. She had a uniform custom made to fit her atypical body shape and size. She doesn't really care what her uniform looks like, but she doesn't want to attract the attention or the wrath of those who do care. Her deep brown skin is augmented with numerous narrow bands of auburn. Her large eyes are a yellow/green color, which matches the clothes she wears(when not forced into a uniform). Her bottom lip sports five 2-3 cm tendrils and the left two have a bit of red at the tip of the tendril, while the other 3 have black at the end.\n\nEven for a Mon Calamari she isn't very pleasing on the eyes, her skin has lots of whitish splotches, which remained as scars after each of her numerous bouts with Quarren Shark Pox.\n\nAs she walks through the common area, she keeps her head down and walks a wide path around any of the other students that may be there. Heading the the mess hall, she is hopeful they'll have fish, but as she's learned, fish is a rare meal and thus far has never been served for breakfast.\n\nWith a sigh she accepts a bowl of some sort of whole grain gruel. The paste is the sort of thing people used to build living structures with 10000 years ago. At least we are beyond that. Of course, now we had to eat it. She eats as though she hasn't eaten in days, quickly buses her bowl and leaves the area before anyone notices her.\n\nShe heads down to the engineering area. This part of the facility reminds her most of home. She doesn't really understand the details of the much of the engineering that goes on, but it is all very familiar to her. The relative privacy of the unpopular area allows her to relax a bit. Most of the engineers are also somewhat socially awkward and certainly less overbearing than those found in most of the rest of the facility.\n\nIt was in this area that she practiced physical tasks, like cleaning a blaster. She knew what to do and how to do it, it was just a matter of actually doing it. Several of the connectors were often on so tight that she struggled to remove them. Sure, they needed to be tight so the weapon wouldn't fall apart in combat, but someone must someday design a better release clamp which held tight, but was very easy to release.\n\nThe only distraction was the occasional acolyte or master walking through and all she needed to do was stand up straight at attention, perhaps salute, perhaps say, \"Sir\". Nothing too extreme.\n\n{{ DarkOrchid for Jesara. }}"
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"author": "Caewil",
"message": " Csaba Obscura \n\nCsaba turns her ire on the insulting Umbaran. \"At least my kind don't go blind when someone shakes a glow-rod at us. Perhaps you had best leave, Umbaran. I was having a most enlightening conversation with Sergeant Merec before you interrupted.\"\n\nRecalling some Galactic history, Csaba continues her tirade uninterrupted. \"Go back to your hovel, or cave, or wherever it is your cowardly people slink away to hide.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nAdept Negociator. (1d20+10)[ 18 ] If the result equals or exceeds Zendra's Will defense, he moves 1 step down the condition track.\n\n(Would you like an informal duel? It would give me an opportunity to get used to the forum's dice-roller.)\n "
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"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"As my feet walk from the ashes of Katarr, I shall not fear, for in fear lies death\" -Visas Marr\" \n Vykan Zendra \n\nThe Umbaran scowls, and leans forwards, talking slowly into the Miraluka's ear.\n\n\" You may see beyond sight in the Force, Miraluka, but you are truly blind if you wish to anger me. Mark my words, I can end you life here and now, and you will meet Death as your precious insight whispers it's final words of warning. \"\n\nHe raises his hand to her other ear, revealing a lightsabre, pointed away. He pushes a button, making sure the sharp whir of the saber's ignition flooded her other ear.\n\n\" Can you ... see, Miraluka? Will you tempt me? Will you shun your Force tricks and playful words and fight to your death? Or are you afraid ...Miraluka? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n Vykan Zendra falls 1 step down the condition track and he immediately spends 3 swift actions to shake it off. \n😎\n "
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{
"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon \n\nAfter picking at various foods, watchful of anyone who may be able to see his disfigurement, he walks towards the turbo-lift, having a desire to scan through the datavault terminals in the Archives. The day's idleness was beginning to gnaw at him. And it's still early... he thought discontentedly.\n\nSeeing the three near the lift, an Umbaran apprentice with his activated lightsaber held near the Miraluka he'd seen in the common room, Gaimon narrows his eyes and pulls up short. He is reconsidering his decision - not wanting to share the lift with these others, or even approach it under these seemingly heightened circumstances.\n\nCareful to avoid the bound cables snaking along the rough, frigid walls, he crosses his arms and leans into the corner of the corridor wall, watching, waiting for a more opportune time to ascend to the higher subfloors.\n\n \n Spoiler \nStealth check to avoid drawing too much attention to his presence.\n\nGiving myself a +2 circumstance bonus for their involvement and using the corner of the corridor for some cover.\n\n (1d20+6)[ 8 ] \n \n\nGaimon curses himself quietly as the section of wall he leans against crunches icily. Though pessimistic, he hopes he did not disrupt the goings-on ahead...\n\n\n ((I suppose I could have simply taken 10 on that, but this is more fun, even though the result was dismal... for me.)) "
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"author": "ShadowyFigure",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n OOC: Dibs on Navy. Beware: Major Kreia quotations ahead =D\n \n\n Awaken. \n\nTheir it was the voice of the old sith. Only it was more a thought then a voice as was her way spreading rumour and messages through the young Keldor's mind. He had always found himself adept at gathering information and it was only now that he thought maybe... maybe this old womans spirit had always assited him in the arts of manipulation and information gathering. Still Danza's confidence held true and he always saw himself as a powerful manipulator not some pawn in the old ghosts plan. She had promised him insight into the 'true galaxy'. And no matter how much he meditated on these words he still found little meaning in them.\n \n I must rest were the words that drifted through his head as he lay on his bed but to this he rescieved a laugh one of cruelty and malice.\n\n It is only through interaction, through decision and choice, through confrontation, physical or mental, that the Force can grow within you. The choice to rest more then is needed is the choice to weaken ones self. Do not push my patcience you will awaken now or you will face my wrath, choose swiftly. \n\nTo this the young Keldor groaned rising from his cot he looks around finding himself in fact not in his own room. But that of one of the regular sith thugs. Who along with four other bodies lay bloody on the floor. In their hands were a mixture of lightsabers and sith blades and only the few blaster marks that lay on the back of the only survivor of the argument he had caused had been from his attacks.\n\nIt was in his nature he had found to spread distress amongst allies and so he had found easy to turn the thugs that had bullied him so much the past month against eachother willfully killing each other in a blood fury he enjoyed having little input in the murder they in acted upon each other.\n\n Skill does not always draw from the Force, but it is a measure of power nonetheless. It can grant knowledge, help steady oneself when one's thoughts are in chaos, or grant enlightenment. And so here I give you your orders for today. Meditate on the teaching of the force. I hope that soon... soon you will be enlightened and unlock new powers. You are skillful my young aprentice in the arts of persuasion and deception and for that I compliment you... But leave now, leave these sleeping quaters and meditate on your knowledge somewhere in the academy where you choose... I care not. Finnaly the voice stopping Danza walks off out of the sleeping quaters heading towards the archive."
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{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Jesara \n\nAfter several hours spent wandering Engineering lost in thought, Jesara decides she needs to shake off the cold. One of the few places in the academy to do that is Medical. With so much exposed flesh and delicate medical samples, the rooms there are kept much warmer than the rest of the facility.\n\nJesara navigates her way to medical avoiding the petty duels for supremacy and verbal debates, she takes all the often ignored routes. She was very familiar with them after spending most of her time at the academy looking to avoid confrontation. Being confined to a turbolift with other students for even 30 seconds was not an experience worth reliving.\n\n Ah, the medical bay. I was so afraid the first time I was brought here. The beating I received for insulting a superior and disobeying orders was brutal enough. At least they delivered me to medical before I died. Medical was sterile, impersonal, and exposing. Jesara enjoyed the pain. Not just her own, but that of others. The pain exposed another side to the people here. A side not often seen. Pain and Suffering lead to Wisdom and Insight.\n\nWhen engineering was too crowded Jesara would linger in medical. Watching the doctors and even the medical droids was very educational. Not just from a medicinal point of view, but from a gossip point of view. Jesara was able to observe the injuries sustained and the students who sustained them. She found the student's rhetoric during treatment was usually a play to increase their own morale and self-deceive regarding the true cause of their injury.\n\nToday, medical was mostly empty. Jesara moves around the facility and nods in the friendly way to the personnel. Looks like they've been busy today. Lots of used supplies in the trash and the medical droids are in the self-cleaner. Based on the harse voices I heard from the turbolift, it sounds like it'll be busy again. Maybe I'll get lucky and they'll bring someone through. "
},
{
"author": "Caewil",
"message": " Csaba Obscura \n\nCsaba ignites her lightsaber with a hiss. Her silver blade extends to meet the Umbaran's. \"I am not afraid, Umbaran, but perhaps you should be.\" She stands ready, waiting for the Umbaran to make the first move.\n\n \n Spoiler \n I withdraw and ignite my lightsaber as my move and swift actions, then I taunt Zendra as my standard action, using Adept Negociator as usual.\n\nPersuasion/Intimidate: (1d20+10)[ 21 ] - on a success the same thing happens again.\n\nBTW Kaymeera, withdrawing and igniting a lightsaber requires a move and swift action, so you can only spend one swift action recovering. Should we roll initiative?\n\nInitiative: (1d20+3)[ 5 ] \n\nIf the result is 12 or lower, I use my Miraluka racial ability to reroll.\n\nInitiative II: (1d20+3)[ 21 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "LongVin",
"message": "Renato Benso\n\nWith the conversations around the table mostly over, Renato finishes off his drink. Standing up he nods to those still remaining and heads towards the lift to return to the archives and his studies for the day. Maybe he should download a text on the Sith force techniques and put them to practice...hmmm...that could be both enlightening and enjoyable."
},
{
"author": "Nowhere Girl",
"message": " Salina Jax \n \n\nUnruffled and unhurried, as though shielded by an invisible bubble from all of the anxious goings-on of the world around her, Salina continues to eat quietly, letting the others talk.\n\nOnly when silence finally descends again, and a few of those present have left, does she finally lift her eyes once more from her now nearly empty plate.\n\n \"Even still,\" she says to no one in particular, \"there are those who would say that to settle for less, to strive for less than everything ... is weakness.\" "
},
{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"You were always a difficult one to read - both when you were tied to the Force, and even more when it was lost to you.\" - Zez-Kai Ell \n Vykan Zendra \n\n\" I will not strike you down here, Miraluka, I honor the will of my Sith Masters. If it is a match of skills you want, step into the Dueling Ring. \"\n\nThe Umbaran steps back, leaving his blade active, waiting for Obscura's next move.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by Arachnid \n Csaba Obscura \n\nBTW Kaymeera, withdrawing and igniting a lightsaber requires a move and swift action, so you can only spend one swift action recovering. Should we roll initiative? \n \n\nOOC:\n\nDamn, you blew that initiative score right out of the water..\n\nI don't count rounds as they're supposed to in a non-hostile situation, throwing words around or otherwise, so essentially, he took all the time he needed to do ... all that.\n\nUnless, you want to begin combat now, you did essentially win initiative..\n\n[roll=Initiative!]1d20+5[/roll] (Gah, stupid roller won't let me roll)\n\nInitiative 1d20+5=22 \nFirst Attack 1d20+5=21 \n\nOK, won initiative by a hair...so considering what Zendra just said , and I'm 60% certain you won't try and stab him in the back (at least not right now), combat can be delayed.\n \n\n Vykan Zendra spends 3 swift actions to recover. "
},
{
"author": "LongVin",
"message": "Renato Benso\n\nComing across the confrontation by the lift, Renato stands off to the side watching quietly. He carefully studies the movements of each combatant taking in their fighting stances and styles. He continues to watch with supressed amusement, how quickly order breaks down and chaos ensues."
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{
"author": "Caewil",
"message": " Csaba Obscura \n\nCsaba keeps her guard up, switching to a two handed stance. She continues pointing her lightsaber at the Umbaran. Csaba speaks slowly. \"You are quick to change your mind. First you threaten me, now you say you will not attack. Come, strike at me. Try to end my life here and now, as you said you would. A true Sith is not afraid to prove his words.\" \n \n Spoiler \nWow, nice initiative. I'm not sure how this is going to end. At the moment, Csaba is trying to provoke Zendra into making the first move - which she will then use as a casus belli to justify smushing him. She does not like being insulted or threatened, I'm afraid.\n\nI'm still using adept negociator: (1d20+10)[ 17 ] \n\nAlso remember that your attacks, defenses and skill checks all take a -1 penalty due to being 1 step down the condition track.\n "
},
{
"author": "ShadowyFigure",
"message": " wait.... The voice of the sithlord said as Danza walked through the common area pausing he looked around spotting what the woman, Traya had spotted. Two students who he had seen once or twice before standing by the elevator lightsabers drawn as if ready to kill.\n\n See what information you can unravel from this encounter young aprentice.... The hag spoke once again.\n\nStepping forward Danza aproaches the two and wishing to not seem hostile in anyway he puts up one of the false personalitys he has always been good at.\n \n\" Whoa guys... No Need to cut one throats out here... any problems you have should be sorted up in the dueling room,\" Danaza says to the two keeping his own lightsaber hilt hidden under his noble robes.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Perception - (1d20+9)[ 20 ] \nTo counter any deception checks made against him.\n\n Deception - (1d20+8)[ 17 ] \nFor his false personality.\n\n Persuasion - (1d20+8)[ 21 ] \nIs trying to persuade them to go to dueling room.\n "
},
{
"author": "ShadowyFigure",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n\nThough i'd put in my initiative aswell incase combat breaks out so my character can get out as fast as possible.\n\n Initiative - (1d20+9)[ 26 ] \n foresight - (1d20+9)[ 24 ] \n\nForesight allows me to rolls twice and take the best of the two rolls for initiative. So I spend a forcepoint for it. Just in case.\n "
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{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Antos Mereck \n\nAntos continues to stand in his position, unflinching, as the sudden arrival of the turbolift and it's blue-skinned humanoid occupant results in a minor clash between the two acolytes. This is the kind of scene he'd learned to expect when two egos collided amongst the Sith. Very exciting the first few times. At this point it's entirely uninteresting. He waits a moment for the two to trade barbs, and when it seems that each of the two is waiting for the other to make a move, he speaks to the man.\n\n \"Excuse me, sir. I need to use this lift. Could the two of you take this struggle a few steps further into the hall?\" "
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{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"Good. Twice the pride, double the fall.\" -Count Dooku \n Vykan Zendra \n\nZendra ignores both Danza and Mereck's words and continues to grimace at Obscura. He then glances at each of the other recruits, realizing that his temper and tongue had slowly cornered him into yet another duel.\n\nHe didn't resist it this time, there was honor to be kept and respect to be earned. The Miraluka will grovel at his feet and he will stand superior.\n\n \"I will take your blindfold for my prize.\" \n\nAnd with extraordinary skill, Zendra strikes first.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOk, take a -1 penalty to my last attack roll due to Adept Negotiation.\n\nThat's Attack 20 vs. Reflex 16, Hit.\n\n Damage! - (2d8+7)[ 10 ] vs Dmg Thresh 8 (Devastating strike), Obscura goes one step down the condition track, if the attack proceeds.\n\n Vykan Zendra spends two swift actions to recover. \n\nFort 16, Reflex, 16, Will 15, -1 down condition track.\n\nHP 44/44\n\nShadowyFigure, I'm afraid Persuasion doesn't work on other PCs - it's pretty much up to them to choose what they want their character to do :P.\n\nNow, who wants to see me get Windu'd by Obscura? :P Tune in, to the next episode of, Vykan Zendra, the Sith who could!\n "
},
{
"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon \n\nThe man glances over at Renato as he comes to stand near him. A chuckle mechanically stutters from the wan man's subvocalizer. \" -ksssk- Our trip up the turbo-lift may be longer than anticipated...\" he mutters, nodding towards the Umbaran and Miraluka, their weapons clashing like a muted thunderstorm.\n\nGaimon turns amber-brown eyes back to the Codru-Ji. \"Do you know another way to reach the upper subfloors -ksk- Renato?\" "
},
{
"author": "ShadowyFigure",
"message": "Steping back out of the way of the conflict Danaza lets out a sigh.\n\n \" End this quickly I have much to meditate on and you are both blocking the turbolift.\" "
},
{
"author": "LongVin",
"message": "Renato Benso\n\nNot looking away from the duel Renato answers Gaimon's question. \"We could use the stairs,\" he points to an area a little to the side of the turbolift. \" Though, observing this fight may prove to be interesting.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon \n\nThe lean man follows the pale man's gesture to the darkened stair entrance. Gaimon nods at Renato's observation. \"Indeed it could... though should -ksssk- Instructor Serrus come to know of this...\" He trails off meaningfully, tapping his wrist comlink.\n\nThe pale man's eyes glimmer with dark humour. Between the mask obscuring any features of his lower face and its harsh interpretation of his voice, it is difficult to determine if he is joking or not."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n That Umbran...always spoiling for a fight. He is a dangerous foe, quick to anger and slow to release it. If I must team with him, one can only hope his path of self-destruction does not take me along. Such feral behavior...he thinks strength only exists if you display it. Durpada said nothing, watching the events unfold. Such encounters were more common among the Sith than anyone realizes, usually from arrogant students posturing for dominance in the belief that it was what would be expected of them.\n\nDrupada's money was on the Miraluka."
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{
"author": "LongVin",
"message": "Renato Benso\n\nRenato shrugs away the question. \"They each brought this upon themselves, let them settle it themselves,\" the volume of his voice rises with the last statement as a hint towards the other apprentices now moving to intervene."
},
{
"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon \n\nThe pallid man feels what is left of his lip curling into a smile, then, recognizing that Renato cannot see any expression, shrugs in reply. \"As you say, let -ksssk- them settle this. We only stand to learn from their... engagement.\" \n\nGaimon eyes Drupada and the other newcomer. Any interference would only expand this folly, he thinks. The man shifts his head, strands of lanky hair moving out of his arc of vision, and places a thin hand on his lightsaber, wishing it at hand should the conflict broaden."
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{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Antos Mereck \n\nThe sudden flash of lightsabers being swung certainly got Mereck's attention. He quickly took a large pair of steps back from the duel of the two Sith, keeping a careful eye to avoid the blade of the unidentified blue assailant. Or the blade of the unidentified blind woman. Once he pushed away the cloud over his senses caused by the sudden surge of adrenaline, he was able to view the scene with detatched irritation.\n\n These are the ones who will bring order to the galaxy. These squabbling mutts. In an uncommon reaction, Antos sighs. Ah well. Their methods are irksome, but there's no denying the results. The Sith command respect of others, if nothing else. If anyone can rule the masses, it's them. The sergeant folds his arms in front of his chest and waits for his path to the turbolift to be clear, observing the spectacle before him."
},
{
"author": "ShadowyFigure",
"message": " \"This petty fighting is tiresom. Though I have little skill in combat I know chopping one another up will not further our master cause.\" Danaza says reaching down to his belt he removes his lightsaber hilt and prepares to protect himself if nescesarry."
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{
"author": "Nowhere Girl",
"message": " Salina Jax \n \n \n Spoiler \nRaven, did Drupada teleport? His last action had him still sitting at the table, and now suddenly he's at the turbolift. That puts me in a slightly awkward position, as I'd just had Salina say something to him. Nothing I can't work around, but it's a little jarring.\n\nAlso, I was trying to avoid joining everyone else in piling into that scene, but I suppose there's no helping it now, because it's between her and where she wants to go.\n \n\n\nFinishing off her small meal, Salina stands quietly and begins to make her way back to the turbolift, hoping to return to the archives and later, perhaps meditation. She has, after all, no other real hobbies, and scarcely any concept of having them. To her, this free time amounts to little more than time she can spend in the studies about which she cares the most.\n\nAs she walks, she reflects on the revealing opinions her peers had rendered. The one man in particular was especially talkative, she'd noticed. Too, he certainly could not be a supporter of Darth Terris, unless he was being deliberately deceptive. The most interesting one, however --\n\nSalina stops abruptly, jarred from her reverie as she senses trouble ahead. Her eyes focus on the small group gathered around the turbolift, then on the two facing off with sabers drawn, one of which she immediately recognizes as the miraluka she briefly met earlier. She approaches the fight, then simply stands off to one side, watching quietly.\n\nIt could be useful to see what the survivor of the duel is capable of."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Nowhere Girl \n Salina Jax \n \n \n Spoiler \nRaven, did Drupada teleport? His last action had him still sitting at the table, and now suddenly he's at the turbolift. That puts me in a slightly awkward position, as I'd just had Salina say something to him. Nothing I can't work around, but it's a little jarring.\n\nAlso, I was trying to avoid joining everyone else in piling into that scene, but I suppose there's no helping it now, because it's between her and where she wants to go.\n \n \n \n\n \n Spoiler \nI've been in the Common Room this whole time and I can only assume it's small enough that I can hear what's going on from the turbolift, if not, catch glimpses from my position. I do not assume to be near by, that is why I'm not reacting in any visible way.\n "
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{
"author": "LongVin",
"message": "Renato Benso\n\nRenato slowly unclips the lightsaber hanging from his belt. He holds it loosely and non threateningly to the side but ready to stop any interlopers who try to put an end to the fight they are not a part of."
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{
"author": "Caewil",
"message": " Csaba Obscura \n\nCsaba smiles as the Umbaran attacks. So predictable , she thinks. As the Umbaran's lightsaber arcs towards her in a sizzling flash of red, the Miraluka extends her left arm, deflecting the blade off her bare hand. \"Fool. Did you really think it would be that easy?\" She spits the words at the Umbaran, then channels her own fury into Force lightning. Crackling bolts of electricity stream from her fingertips, burying themselves in the Umbaran's body.\n\n \n Spoiler \n My UTF modifier means that I automatically succeed on my Negate Energy check. Here's the roll anyway.\n\nNegate Energy: (1d20+10)[ 13 ] \n\nand\n\nForce lightning: (1d20+10)[ 19 ] \n\nDamage: (8d6)[ 34 ] \n "
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{
"author": "Caewil",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nSince my roll beats Zendra's reflex defense, he takes the full 8d6 damage (ouch) and moves two steps down the condition track since 34 damage is way over his damage threshold. So he is currently a total of 3 steps down and takes a -5 penalty to attacks, skill checks and all defenses. This assumes he does not rebuke.\n "
},
{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Rebuke - (1d20+7)[ 14 ] \n Force Point! - (1d6)[ 5 ] \n\nC'mon, daddy needs to dodge some lightnin'\n "
},
{
"author": "Caewil",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nSorry mate, you can't spend a force point on a reaction. ☹️\n\nEDIT: Clarification is in my next post.\n "
},
{
"author": "ShadowyFigure",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nShame that lightning was looking mighty cool. Well not for you. but for us it has a nice bzzzz noise.\n "
},
{
"author": "Caewil",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nEDIT: I was correct, and the reason can be found here .\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by SECR, pg 93 \n On your turn , you may spend a Force Point as a free action to roll 1d6 and add the result to a single attack roll, skill check, or ability check. You can do this once per round... \n \n\nThe implications are that it is iimpossible to use a Force point to increase your Deflect check, your Block check, Rebuke checks, Negate energy checks, Perception checks versus Stealth, opposing Pilot checks during Dogfights, and any other reactions or opposed checks.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by WotC_Rodney \n That's generally correct, however there are exceptions to the rule. Any time the text of a power specifically states that you can spend a Force Point as a reaction (rebuke for example) or part of another action (as is the case for negate energy), you may do so. \n \n\nTo conclude, poor Zendra gets hit in the face with a bolt of Force lightning.\n "
},
{
"author": "ShadowyFigure",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n And here lies the problem with force powers and fights between players....\n "
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{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nYou're right, can't spend force points except on your turn. Guess Vykan gets fizzled. For the record, Force Lightning is cheap. 😛\n\nAlso, can we, please, move all unnecessary OOC comments (glares at Shadowy) to the recruiting thread, or restrict them to part of your action. Mostly 'cause 6 spoiler tags in a row just plain looks awful.\n \n\n \"The dark side calls to you, [...]. You hunger to taste it\" -Darth Malak \n Vykan Zendra \n\nZendra recoils noticeably as the Miraluka's Force Lightning rips through his flesh. His head tilts back and his mouth gapes open as pain riddles his body. He looses a roar as he forces himself forwards once more to engage her, stepping forwards directly though the projectiles. He raises his hand into the air, forming an open fist.\n\nThe Miraluka's onslaught immediately stops as she is slowly lifted into the air, struggling for breath.\n\n\" You continue to anger me, Miraluka, and you continue to underestimate me. The Force flows through me as a thunderstorm to your trickle of rain. \"\n\nWith the glare from the Force Lightning finally gone, the damage could be finally observed. The sparks of electricity had ravaged the Umbaran's torso and arms, leaving distinct scarring. He had lived through it nonetheless.\n\n\" You have no honor. You would not give me the honor of defeating you by skill of blade. You resort to your pathetic tricks time and time again. \"\n\nThe Umbaran tightens the fist and watches, his brown furrowed in a clenched grimace as the Miraluka struggles.\n\n \n Spoiler \nVykan Zendra spends one swift action to recover, one swift action to catch a Second Wind. He is currently two steps down the condition track.\n\nHP 32/44\n\nForce Grip, Roll 19 vs. DC 15, 14 Damage total, Force Point Used. 19 vs Fort 13 - Obscura can only make a swift action on her next turn and is forced one step down the condition track.\n\nRolls are here \n "
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{
"author": "Caewil",
"message": " Csaba Obscura \n\nThe Miraluka struggles for breath as the air is crushed out of her lungs.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHey, Grip is even cheaper than lightning. Good going on the Second Wind though. Erm, did you apply condition track penalties to your UtF check? It doesn't make a difference this time, since my Damage Threshold is 13, but still, remember to do so later. I suppose I also move 1 step down the condition track. I spend my swift action catching a second wind, regaining 10 hp.\n "
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{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"My life for yours\" - Visas Marr \n Vykan Zendra \n\nZendra finally looses his hold on the Miraluka, simultaneously slashing forwards in a fluid motion, cutting right across her torso. There was no instructions running through his mind this time. No small voice noting various mistakes in his form and personal reminders to try harder. There was nothing at all. His motion was as that of a leaf in the wind; absolute, graceful, involuntary.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack: 20 vs. Ref 15. (EDIT: Force Point unnecessary)\nDamage 14\n\nGah, deleting my post removed my rolls, I remember them though, as they are above. Arachnid will confirm damage and hit.\n "
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{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"Power!\" -Darth Sidious \n Vykan Zendra \n\nThe Miraluka retaliated with another burst of lightning, but Zendra stood strong, he had learnt from his previous error and the Force shielded him. He lets loose a final blow.\n\nThe Miraluka's figure fell to the ground, finally defeated.\n\nThe Umbaran takes a final breath, and then deactivates and holsters his lightsaber. He glances at the fallen Miraluka's torso, before finally speaking, a readily audible whisper, speaking to no-one in particular.\n\n\" Call a medical droid. \"\n\nHe then steps up to the body and steps down to one knee beside it. Tilting his head slightly, his arm lunges forwards, grabbing the Miraluka by the hair and lifting up her head. He whispers into her ears.\n\n\" You are beneath me, Miraluka, as you always were. You will live, and you will know, that your every breath from this moment on, is a gift from me. Your very life is mine. Do not every deny me, Miraluka, and do not every so much as pester me with your presence again. \"\n\nAs an afterthought, he adds.\n\n\" Your weakness revolts me \"\n\nWith his other hand, he tears off the blindfold, leaving the entirety of the Miraluka's face bared. He then looses the hair and gets up, observing the others, before finally leaving the small circle the cadets had made as they observed the fight. He heads to the common room, and arranges for a meal, eating alone, silently on a table far from the one the recruits had earlier congregated on.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRebuke Lightning, rolls here. - Lightning nullified.\n\nArachnid, you're down, by my calculations to 9 Hit Points. (-14 damage, -14 damage, +12 Second Wind. = 25-16 = 9 as well as -2 on the Condition track.\n\nAnother attack by Zendra, rolls here , Elvis has finally left the building.\n "
},
{
"author": "Caewil",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nYep, his rolls are true. I lose ☹️\n\nSince I'm currently unconscious, could someone call a medical droid - or something? I spend a force point to survive, of course.\n\nEDIT: Con check to wake up:\n\n[roll]1d20[/roll]\n "
},
{
"author": "Caewil",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nConstitution check: (1d20)[ 18 ] \n\nNice, so I'm only out for a minute. You guys roleplay whatever you're going to do for awhile then.\n "
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{
"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon \n\nGaimon looks to those nearest him and says, \"Perhaps now others may use the turbolift and go -ksssk- about their business.\" The man advances to the turbolift, stepping over the Miraluka, and activates the doors. Knowing others had a mind to use it as well, the lean, pale man keeps the doors open.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAssuming Renato will be joining Gaimon in the lift to go to subfloor 1 where the Archives are.\n \n\nThe man turns his dark amber eyes to Sergeant Mereck. \"Trooper, did you have business -ksk- above?\" \n\nSo much had happened that morning; so much revealed. The Miraluka, though she had lost, had shown a clear head and a willingness to win. The Umbaran held prejudices, had a short temper, and her ego was easily heated by questions of honour. The other human with pale skin whose datapad was often in hand was a thinker and observer. The NCO trooper knew when to keep his distance and avoid involvement. The others he had not seen enough of to formulate even rough opinions.\n\n Good company and diverse, he thought to himself as he continued to hold open the doors. Though as expected, allies and enemies abound. Now... which are which? That will be more difficult to discern. His one-sided smile was hidden behind his cybernetic mask."
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{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n Good thing no one else heard my bet. The Umbran is an even more dangerous animal than I had anticipated. I must be cautious. \n\nDrupada rose slowly from his seat, leaving two sandwiches on his plate behind, and moved to give the fallen Miraluka a hand. Though she had been defeated...well, he saw a lot of himself in her actions. She used her mind to level the playing field, something the Umbran found to be dishonorable. Well, he can take his honor and shove it right up his [censored]. Lifting her up, he began to take her to the med bay.\n\n \"Though you lost the fight, you've earned something far greater; my respect,\" he whispered so only she could hear. \"The dog needed to be put in his place and you did everything in your power to do it. Do not worry; fools like that meet their end one way or another. For what it's worth, I will aid you in any way I can. Simply reach out through the Force and I will be there.\" \n\nDrupada needed to forge stronger alliances among the other students if his survival was to continue. Vykan would tear through him almost as easily going one-on-one. Besides, he had always gotten along better with women than other men; he didn't have to jockey for position among them in some vain attempt to be the Alpha."
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{
"author": "Caewil",
"message": " Csaba Obscura \n\nCsaba listens to the Zabrak speak, realising what has happened. She had been defeated, humiliated by the Umbaran. As she burns with outrage at her defeat, Csaba hears the Zabrak promise her his aid. She grudgingly accepts that - for now a least - she may need allies. \"Thank you for assisting me,\" she gasps, \"but I can walk.\" Csaba's pride, already wounded by her defeat will not stand her being carried to the med bay. Not in front of the other students.\n\nAfter the Zabrak allows her to stand, the Miraluka massages her injured neck and chest, noting the line of charred flesh crossing her abdomen. She mentally curses her overconfdence. I will not underestimate the Umbaran again. Next time, I will not hold back. She pulls her hood back over her eyes, noting that the Umbaran had made good on his word to take her blindfold. Csaba attempts to walk quickly, eager to get away from the scene of her disgrace. She stumbles just once before returning to her usual long, confident strides. Csaba then marches furiously toward the medbay, only turning back to see if the Zabrak is following."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n Understandably proud. I know how that goes. We both hate to have our moments of weakness seen. For now, I will watch from a distance and make sure she gets there unmolested. Drupada did not follow as such, but made it a point to poke his nose into the med bay later to make sure she got there safely. Maybe someday you will learn to swallow your pride, as I have...a painful lesson it was... \n\nHe had been at the academy for about a month. His indoctrination had been painful, to say the least, but he had weathered it with less screaming and complaining than the others. This and how fast he took to Force abilities fed his ego immensely, encouraging him to hold his perceived position over the other students. He saw himself as the new golden boy among them; destined to become Sith faster than the others. He also believed his age to be an advantage; he was a bit more crafty than the others.\n\nBut he was beaten by the various instructors...physically tortured until his pride was under control. It made him more cold and calculating than before, bringing the Dark Side to the surface. It was a hard lesson for the Zabrak to learn, but one that had kept him alive throughout his training lessons.\n\n I must seem subservient to those who have big egos if I intend to make it among them. If they think they're such hot shots, let them prove it. If they survive, perhaps they will be wiser for their mistakes.\n\nBut I doubt it. "
},
{
"author": "LongVin",
"message": "Renato Benso\n\nAvoiding the unconcious form of the defeated apprentice, Renato steps into the lift and stands off to the side waiting for everyone to board. He carefully places the lightsaber back on his belt and removes the datapad. He punches in some notes about the fight he just witnessed, noting the combatants powers and fighting styles."
},
{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Jesara \n\nJesara, in her required trooper uniform is poking around the medical facility when the 'blind' acolyte entered. She had smoke rising from her wounds and burnt clothes. Obviously having suffered some sort of attack or more likely a lightsaber duel. Jesara, not one to normally look anyone in the face, did just that with this student. She'd never even glimpsed this woman without her blindfold. Someone must have wished to humiliate her. I wonder if that is how she feels about it. \n\nJesara could tell by the way she walked that something was wrong. Before she could become angry, Jesara called for the actual medical personnel and their droids, stepping aside so they could work, only wishing to watch thereby learn. Unlike most of the students who looked down on the support staff, Jesara knew them by name, \" Doctor Renfrew! Fiona! We need your assistance in here. \" They would likely just activate a droid to 'fix' the student, but not always.\n\nShe knew better than to speak to an acolyte without being spoken to first and certainly knew better than to attempt a social interaction when the other person was so clearly vulnerable. Even Jesara could probably finish off this woman, but that wouldn't further the Sith cause. Allowing this woman to learn, from whatever mistake she made, would be the best way to further our goals."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Antos Mereck \n\nThe blinding flash of lightning, the ability to brush away beams of energy with their hands; a battle between these Sith was definitely quite the spectacle. He'd gawked the first several times he witnessed such an event. However, he'd witnessed the sight enough times by the end of his basic training with the Sith to realize that such an occurence was not uncommon. Almost as quickly as it began, the fight had ended. The blind woman lay slumped on the ground, and the blue person walked away, bearing the burn injuries as though they were nothing. Antos's eyes turned down to the limp figure on the ground before him. What a waste of manpower. Such is the way of the Sith. The woman now lay still, on the brink of life or death. Another of the acolytes moved to help her - the Iridonian. Nothing Mereck could do anyway - he had no MedPac on him. He continued to watch for a moment, and began to sink into thoughts that would undoubtedly be considered treasonous by his Dark Jedi overlords. It may be their way, but if one of these Sith ever tried to waste the life of one of my men, they'd be dead. My men and I die to strengthen the Sith - not to entertain them. \n\n \n Originally Posted by Rafe \n Gaimon \nThe man turns his dark amber eyes to Sergeant Mereck. \"Trooper, did you have business -ksk- above?\" \n \n\nMereck is drawn back out from his own thoughts by the strange voice. He looks back up from the woman to see that he is being addressed by the man who looks like he'd seen the insides of a turbine. Respirator.\n\n \"Yes, sir. I was headed upstairs to speak with a few of the guards, try to find my new commanding officer, and get some orders. I've better things to do than watch these grudge-matches all day, sir.\" \n\nHe stands to the side as the thin Sith acolyte passes him, but continues to wait for Respirator to either enter the lift or walk away. It was never a good idea to turn your back on a Sith if you could avoid it."
},
{
"author": "ShadowyFigure",
"message": "Watching as the fight ended Danza looks at the crippled figure of the looser. Thinking he tries to renember the name of her race the renember it was Miraluka he began to understand everything. Watching as the blindfold is taken he glares at the victor from behind his goggle but stops any further action due to the old sith woman in his head.\n\n Calm your self my young Keldor aprentice. These are the kinda of fights you cause... Bur I understand your anger. I to was once humiliated in such a way and so you should not pitty the loser but instead.... Use her loss as a Oppurtunity. The voice said Danza nodding to himself every now as he listens to her words finnaly when she had finished her speach he watches as the Zabrak picks up the Miraluka and begins and so Danza follows trying to hear what is said.\n\nFinnaly a little down the corridor they both stop and the Miraluka rises turning and walking off towards the med bay. Coming up to Zabrak the Keldor lets out a small cough to grab Drupada's attention.\n\n \" It is good there are some people who want to help others around this place. Sometimes I think there should be more to the sith students then thugery but instead... More thought and wisdom behind the more brutal ones actions.\" He says walking closer.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Perception - (1d20+9)[ 14 ] \nTo listen into the words Drupada speaks.\n "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n\nDrupada was pulled from his memories quickly by the Kel Dor next to him. \"In a way, it serves the evolution of the whole. Those who have no control and completely surrender to their emotions eliminate each other. This makes the Sith stronger by weeding out those who are truly weak...though I must admit, I find it distasteful. So much raw hatred flows through these walls. One can taste it; it permeates one's very being. Hatred towards the Jedi, hatred towards the folks who 'held them back,' and hatred towards a galaxy who hates them.\n\n\"It sickens me to see such waste.\" Drupada's 'feathers' ruffled some at the thought, but he quickly buries the distaste in his mouth, regaining his composure quickly.\n\n \"Forgive me; but you are completely right. Most Sith I have seen are more willing to cut off your hand as soon as shake it. They talk about galactic conquest but cannot keep THEMSELVES under control. Take that Umbran for example; so quick to embrace his anger and hate at any perceived slight.\n\n\"Of course, I may not sound like most other Sith Lords, but that is irrelevant in my own mind. I would rather focus on my own goals instead of backstabbing my fellows...when I can use them to create the openings I need or want. I also believe in giving those who serve a fair shake when all is said and done.\" "
},
{
"author": "ShadowyFigure",
"message": " \n\"Yes... Yes it seems we share some of the same views. I am an oppurtunist and try to see how best people can help in my cause. And those who are unable to control themselves can be very, very useful. For they are the easiest turn against one another when pruning is needed amongst the weeds.\" Danaza says attatching his lightsaber to his belt he takes a deep breath thinking of what the future may bring.\n \n\"My Name is Danza by the way,\" he says stretching out his hand to the zabrak."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n \"Drupada.\" He takes Danza's handshake firmly. It was good to be making positive contacts. \"If you can control them, then they are, in fact, useful. However, I have doubts in my ability to keep the beasts collared and the leash short enough that they do not bite their master.\" "
},
{
"author": "ShadowyFigure",
"message": " \"Hmmm.... That is why I am lucky to be learning from a true manipulator....\" Danaza says spacing out slightly.\n \n\" I wish to ask something of you... Would you spar with me? I am out of practice and wish to fight someone other then that bloody droid...\" "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n \"It depends. I sense that it would not be appropriate to do it today, however, I would be more than willing at a later date to accommodate you. What conditions would you like to set for our sparring?\" Drupada tosses his head back slowly, closing his eyes. The cuts from that Sith sword still hurt him, even after the bacta treatment earlier. You're in no condition to spar today; do not fall prey to fighting on someone else's terms. You will NOT let good judgment go out the window for ANY reason. "
},
{
"author": "ShadowyFigure",
"message": " \"My coinditions would be simple, Lightsabers only and until one of us submits or is near there limit. I dont wish to cause to much damage seening as some else amongst the thugs may take advantage of this...\" Danaz replies.\n\n \"Where are you off to now I have no orders for the day but to study it would be interesting to actually speak with someone for once who doesn't want my head on a sword.\" "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n \"I'm not sure, to be honest. The archives seem like the logical place to go, considering there are so few places that have nothing to do with actual combat in this building. Maybe we could find something of mutual interest...trade information for information. To be honest, I am a student of history first and foremost. Many forgotten secrets lie in the annals of history...and not just the history of the Sith.\" "
},
{
"author": "ShadowyFigure",
"message": " \" Well I know quite a few things about theh istory of the galaxy let us go to the archives and speak of subjects that interest us my... freind ,\" Danza says turning towards the direction in which the archives are."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n He's unsure...hesitant. That either means he wants to sucker me into some bad situation or is looking to use me. Do NOT LET YOUR GUARD DOWN. Drupada gave a friendly smile, then follows wordlessly. Only time will tell what is going to happen. Roll with the punches."
},
{
"author": "ShadowyFigure",
"message": " You have done well. You have found someone who you apears to be trustworthy and also sees your point of view... COntinue my aprentice learn from the iridonian. The voice of the old woman says as Danza and the Zabrak walk together.\n\n This is strange someone I can actually trust in this place. Hopefully this isnt a trap... "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n\nAs they reached the archives, he went to a section that was rarely visited. with his new Kel Dor ally behind him, he turned and stared Danza straight in his eyes. \"Time to put all our cards on the table, 'buddy.' I want you to understand something; all I ask for is the respect that is my due. My station is far less important than that. I can live with having someone else as my master, so long as I am treated fairly. If this is not the case...well, that's when heads start rolling.\n\n\"Understand that I am not trying to posture here for you to put some sort of fear into your heart. I say this because, if we intend to work together for any length of time, it is important for us to reach an understanding.\" Drupada smirked some. \"Second-in-command isn't as bad as everyone thinks...you only have to answer to one other person.\" His tone had been completely level and even."
},
{
"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon \n\nThe pale, wiry man lets the others into the lift, waiting with a detached patience. The lift doors hiss shut. His attention is on this man, a soldier by his looks, discipline his creed by his mannerisms and aura. Here is a man schooled in calculated risk and control, he thought. Raising his arm, he flicks a thin finger towards the control panel, calling the lift back.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTaking 10 on Move Light Objects with the assumption it can also manipulate simple controls/dials/buttons.\n \n\n\n \n Originally Posted by TheGreatJabu \n \"Yes, sir. I was headed upstairs to speak with a few of the guards, try to find my new commanding officer, and get some orders. I've better things to do than watch these grudge-matches all day, sir.\" \n \n\nThe other students dispersed, Gaimon's eyes shimmer with amusement. \" -kssssk- Though you take the safe route of deference, do not 'sir' me, trooper. While some may try to convince you otherwise, we are apprentices. Some of us would like to think we're more than we are... but -kssk- that would be a dangerous mistake, as the Miraluka learned, and as the Umbaran could just as easily have discovered.\" \n\nThe pallid man reaches unconsciously to the respirator mask, his slim fingers tracing the outline of the metal apparatus. He meddles with fine controls at his throat and on the side of the face mask, dim lights shifting hue. He stops. His eyes stare through the soldier, as if focusing on something far beyond him.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSense Force: (1d20+10)[ 25 ] \n \n\nThe man's dark gaze refocuses. \"The Force flows through you as it does with all things, yet...\" Gaimon had felt the Force in the man, though it was weak, as if untrained or undiscovered. Interesting... \n\nGaimon shrugs disarmingly and gestures to the interior of the lift as it returns to their subfloor and swishes open. \"Enter. I, too, am going -ksssk- up.\" \n\nOnce inside the lift, the lean man turns to the soldier and says, \"My name is Gaimon.\" He extends his arm to the trooper."
},
{
"author": "Nowhere Girl",
"message": " Salina Jax \n \n\nSalina steps around the fallen miraluka without comment or apparent concern, ignoring the victor of the duel entirely once it has ended and only briefly shifting her gaze and quirking an eyebrow when Drupada moves to help the fallen woman. Her expression registers no surprise, however -- only wry amusement.\n\nStanding in the lift with the other apprentices and the trooper, she once again settles for watching and listening as the others speak, only showing a small hint of surprise when Gaimon addresses the trooper, introduces himself, and actually extends his hand. It's almost as though it had never occurred to her before even to notice the existence of the trooper at all, and indeed, only after Gaimon's gesture does she really look at the man herself, as if seeing him for the first time.\n\nFinding herself suddenly curious, she watches him closely, studying his face with her disturbingly unwavering stare as she waits for his response."
},
{
"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon \n \n Spoiler \n((OOC: Hmm... Salina, not sure how to respond as my post was made with the purpose of having allowed those wishing to use the turbolift to do so, and otherwise waiting for others to disperse. However, I certainly don't mind the company though I'm not sure how much Gaimon would have 'admitted' about his feelings with regards to the apprentices' positions within the Academy; downplaying their strengths and all.\n\nDouble OOC: having been in Infantry Officer Training, I know what it's like to be in a position of authority... with the authority stripped in name for the duration of training. In Canada, the officer corps is trained by sergeants, warrant officers and master warrant officers in order to better understand how to relate to those who are the most critically important to a new second-lieutenant - his/her 2IC and section leaders. It also teaches humility and allows front-line NCO experience to factor into officer molding, bringing the officer corps more in line with NCOs and attempting to diffuse the prevalent Them And Us mentality.\n\nI see the same sort of dynamic as existing in the Sith Academy. While we are \"officers\", we aren't in the sense that we're still considered in training and thus have no authority that we might otherwise have outside of the academy. Not sure if that makes any sense, and it may be a false assumption - maybe we do have de facto authority over soldiers and the strictly military arm of the Sith, as well as any administrative personnel. I've chosen to downplay the apprentices' authority as there's already enough presumption, ego, etc., to go around and I'm thinking the masters/instructors would want to smash as much foolishness as possible as early on as possible.))\n \n\nGaimon nods to Salina, acknowledging her presence but keeps his attentions on the soldier. I hope another's presence won't close him up like a Ryll sandflower, he thinks. Allies are important, and trust is the basis for any alliance worth a damn. He's already in a difficult position: trapped in a plasteel shell with two Sith apprentices, in the ice-and-stone belly of this frigid planet. How he responds will say as much about him as what he says. \n\nThe lean man attempts to soothe the trooper with his bearing - cool, but patient and unconfrontational."
},
{
"author": "LongVin",
"message": "Renato Benso\n\n\nRenato nods politely to the sith trooper boarding the lift. Remembering his teaches back in the Imperial Remnant, The Empire is like a pyramid, the emperor is merely the guiding tip, below him are his more numerous advisors holding him up and making sure he is informed on the affairs of the Empire, then come the leaders of his military more numerous than the advisors who carry out his will, and so on and so on until you come to the soldiers at the base of the pyramid who see that his will is done. As such, it was always important to treat the men under your command well so they will willingly give their lives for you. The idea applied equally to leaders without the force and to Sith Lords. Even a Sith Lord can not be in all places at once and can still...even with great difficulty be killed."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Antos Mereck \n\nAs is his usual behavior, he mechanically returns the nod of the thin acolyte in the lift and heeds him no further. However, Respirator's sudden initiation of conversation requires a bit more attention.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Rafe \n Gaimon \n\nOnce inside the lift, the lean man turns to the soldier and says, \"My name is Gaimon.\" He extends his arm to the trooper. \n \n\nThe hesitation of Antos is obvious. His eyes involuntarily flick down to the arm, but quickly come back up to watch this 'Gaimon'. No real choice. He speaks casually a bit before he slowly steps into the turbolift and reaches out to clasp the other man's hand. \"Apologies, sir. You know what they say - 'shaking hands with a Sith is the best way to lose an arm'. Sergeant Antos Mereck. And if it's all the same to you I'll continue to address you this way, sir .\" He releases the handshake and resumes his stance. \"One thing the Sith do not lack is pride. Whether or not an apprentice minds being shown respect, that same acolyte's Master may be insulted by the lack of deference to the pupil. Danger comes from all directions - those of us who cannot 'sense' it coming must compensate by taking extra precautions.\" \n\nAs he speaks of danger coming from 'all directions', he catches a bit of motion out of the corner of his eye. He steals a glance away from Gaimon to investigate and notices another acolyte observing the two - the young, incredibly fair-complected woman. Drawing the interest of one of these Sith is either a good sign, or far more likely a bad one. He gives her the customary, automated nod and returns his attention to Gaimon."
},
{
"author": "ShadowyFigure",
"message": "Following his new ally Danaza bigins to sift through the nearby archive records wishing to find something of interest finnaly after finding something on the past major influences on the galaxy Danza turns to Drupada.\n\n \"You are wise one. Are your really a sith aprentice?\" Danaza says smiling behind his dioxidizer mask.\n\n \"But I respect your standards. Respect will be given were it should be is what I think I only feel no respect towards those who... Well throw themselves into the fire. As I taught a couple of thugs last night... That is one way of getting yourself into a bad situation,\" "
},
{
"author": "Nowhere Girl",
"message": " Salina Jax \n \n\nNo return nod.\n\nNeither a smile nor a frown.\n\nNot even a visible twitch.\n\nJust that eerie, unblinking, unwavering, vaguely inquisitive stare."
},
{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"Would you like a cup of Jawa juice?\" -Waiter Droid \n Vykan Zendra \n\nGrinding sounds echo off the walls of the common room as the mysterious Umbaran munches away. Alone."
},
{
"author": "Fredricus",
"message": " Raiko \n\nThe Umbaran wasn't alone. A sound of knives scraping a plate is heard from the shadows, sounding almost deliberate. Raiko had faded to the background, watching when the duel started. No one had paid attention on him, he was a shadow.\n\nRaiko was hidden from casual observers but not from those putting some effort in it. He stepped out of the shadows, a plate in one hand and two knives in to others. The blades of the knives reflected very little light.\n\n \"You've had a busy day\" he said to the Umbaran"
},
{
"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon \n\nThe lean man shrugs minutely to the soldier. A firm grip. His words indicate a fearful - or survival-based - respect, but he keeps a cool head under pressure and is relatively unfazed by the apprentices, Gaimon muses. This is good. \n \"You'll not lose an arm around -ksssssk- me, Sgt Mereck. I feel you downplay your abilities, so it would be no easy task even if I wished to do so.\n\n\"Extra a-kssk- precautions are needed by all,\" Gaimon continues, \"especially those attuned to the Force, as its use sends ripples through the galaxy for others to sense. It is a tool, a weapon, an aide... but it can also make targets of us. Give and take; balance.\" \n\nStill facing ahead, the pale, lean man looks through lengths of unkempt dark hair, attempting to read a reaction from the other Sith apprentice.\n\n Salina, I think she said her name was. Salina... with eyes like Jaeda's... The man shakes his head subtly, but covers the movement by reaching up to his subvocalizer cybernetics. No, not so similar, perhaps, after all.\n\n...that Jedi trainee will see me again... "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n \"I am Sith only because the Jedi wouldn't take me, even if I wanted them to. I will learn the Sith teaching, I will take them for what they are worth, and move on when the time comes.\" Drupada continued to speak in a level, even tone. He spoke truthfully; he would work with the Sith as long as it served his interests. A mercenary attitude, yes, but he wasn't going to commit to something that could prove fatal in the end.\n\n \"I can live with that. I don't expect respect when it's not earned.\" He smiles some darkly. \"I think we have reached an understanding.\" "
},
{
"author": "ShadowyFigure",
"message": " \"Indeed.\" Danza says as he begins to look through the information he had chosen on a datapad. Sitting he beggins to look into it indepth coming across records listing names such as Palpatine, Vader but also some names he hadn't heard of before. Name suchs as Revan, Malak and Bastila. Looking over the information he lets out a sigh as Traya begins to talkm in her normal monotone.\n\n Well done my aprentice... You truely have learnt much. But there is so much more and so I shall accompnay you no matter where you go and teach you what it truely means to... manipulate. and so I give you this warning. Express your views as much as you want but renmeber there must always be a Darth Traya, one that holds the knowledge of betrayal. Who has been betrayed in their heart, and will betray in turn. One such as yourself... and from this you cannot escape. "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Dupada Taipo \n\nAs Danza comes across names he doesn't recognize, he explains their prominent roles in history...especially Revan. He also takes the history back further, covering the war of Exar Kun and the Great Hyperspace War. Drupada feared that most of the students wouldn't see the richness of history, especially considering that a great portion of history has been lost or forgotten.\n\nSith history was one of violence and destruction. They constantly war against anyone and anything. It wasn't surprising that their plans had failed time and time again. They always seemed to be shortsighted....the only one who had any success had been Sidious, but even he had been undone by failing to cover all his bases. No, Drupada had no intention of going down that path. He would achieve his goals through his own means..."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Antos Mereck \n\nAntos listens to Gaimon's brief commentary on the Force approvingly. The man's got a good head on his shoulders. He displays no outward sign of the crack that shoots through his mind. Most of a good head, at least. Minus a part or two. \n\nWhen his counterpart glances back over at the Sith woman again, Mereck's sense of tension returns. He is able to maintain his rigid posture thanks to years of scrutiny from his superior officers. But inside, he knew this was different. This was no colonel; no drill sergeant, but a Sith acolyte. He begins to feel the nervous energy to fidget, to move, to do something . The very thought of it irritates him. Look at you. A little staring and you're about to squirm around like a fish. That's exactly what she wants to see, and you know it. He clenches and releases his hands behind his back as he remains in his stance, and he lets out a slow breath. Not now. Not this time. \n\nHe considers making a cheap jibe to Gaimon about how the woman must have taken a liking for one of the two, but dismisses the thought. People crack jokes to cover their unease. No mask, no shield for him. He'll just take it. He's had worse."
},
{
"author": "ShadowyFigure",
"message": "Listening carefully to Drupada Danaza thanks him for the information and returns the information to the archive. As he begins to try and find something in which he is interested he descides to show Danza something from his datapad turning he hands the datapad over.\n\n \" Look here information I managed to extract from something a while back it gives details on the power of ancient sith lords. These powers are where my plans are set to osme how discover them and return them to the sith so that again the sith may have the power time robbed from us. Of Course this would be hard to do alone and at my current level of skill where I find it impossible to even manipulate the force effectivly it will remain impossbile.\" He says thinking of what Kreia had taught him of all those years before on his homeplanet."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Durpada Taipo \n\nDrupada cocked his head to the side some. He wants to restore the strength of the Sith lords from days gone by. I'm not so sure I want to go down this road; there is something...off about his desires. There's a reason that some secrets have been buried...like Malichor V...but we cannot be suspicious. Let him open up for a change. Even if he's feeding me only the information he wants me to know, it still gives me an insight into his motivations...and how to counteract him. 'Dead Sith do not give their secrets easily. Even in death, their lust for power persists. You may be biting off more than you can chew.\n\n\"However, I can understand why you would want to do this. Reviving these powers will give you more than an edge against those who oppose you. Just have a care. Hubris can be just as dangerous as some saber wielding fool.\" "
},
{
"author": "ShadowyFigure",
"message": " \" Yes that is true I'm sure if you look bck there are plenty who failed in there plans because of this...\" Danza says taking back the Datapad.\n \n\" Of course it all depends on what the future hold and if the masters even take an interest in one such as me with little skill in combat or the force. Though I am knowledgble and useful in negotiations what of you how do your skills fare in this cursed academy.\" "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n \"I'm a pilot, first and foremost. I love sitting in the cockpit of a starfighter and demolishing the opposition, though I also know my way around a freighter. My skill with the Force grows daily, but I know there are many more skilled than I am at wielding it. I think we can compliment each other well enough; negotiation skills were something that the masters never touched on here.\n\n\"I never understood, though, why they never teach those who can use the Force how to hack computers...or even Astrogate....\" "
},
{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"The Dark Side clouds everything\" - Yoda \n Vykan Zendra \n\nZendra doesn't even look up as Raiko speaks. He instead drops his spoon into his food, still looking straight ahead.\n\n\" I was wondering when you were going to come out. \""
},
{
"author": "ShadowyFigure",
"message": " \" Well thats where I have no skill computers and piloting were never presented to me I already seemed a tad to adventurous to my parents when I was a child on my home planet and so my teachers kept those kind of things away from me and your right the masters do lack in there teaching here it almost seems they are trying to train a era of hot headed sith with more bark then bite and the tendancy to over mark there rank compared to those with no force sensitivity. It seems not many in this academy know of the great Mandalorians who very little force sensitives have come from. If ever in a battle with one of them im sure the sith that apear to be cropping up around here would soon die... Painfully. However this doesn't go for everyone there apear to be a few who arn't fools. Or thugs.\" Danza says taking note to pause for breath for effect at the last part in case any of thos ehe spoke of were listening in.\n\n \" Of course I suppose some people have to be the young pups of the pack trying to dominate others. "
},
{
"author": "Fredricus",
"message": " Raiko \n\nRaiko sat down at the Umbaran's table. He had now witnessed him as a capable melee and force-user.\n\n \"Then you didn't dissapoint me\" Raiko answered Zendra's comment"
},
{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"To be united by hatred is a fragile alliance at best\" -Kreia \n Vykan Zendra \n\nZendra continues to stare down at his food, though, obviously, thinking, or perhaps even, just listening to the whispers echoing throughout the hall.\n\n\" When I think of her, when I think of the Miraluka, the Force whispers to me. I hear words from far-off places, and words closer by. The Dark Side is strong here, the Miraluka focuses me, and I listen. \"\n\nHe then slowly turns to face Raiko, a stern and grim looked had slowly appeared on his face.\n\n\" What do you have to say then? Are you here to make me a Hutt's deal? Perhaps you wish to forge an alliance, or maybe a friendship , like the so many being made as we speak while the conspirators hold daggers behind their backs and wheedle their way to their ends. \"\n\nHis tone was angry, he calms himself for a moment, before continuing.\n\n\" But I have seen you fight, and you have no silver tongue. You have some honor. Why are you here? \""
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n \"I was somewhat fortunate. As a small child, I was either abandoned or simply misplaced during a trip to Manaan. The Selkath took me and put me into an orphanage, apparently for several months before a couple of spacers who owned a shipping company out of Corellia came by and adopted me. They treated me well enough and I began flying the starlanes when I was 17. In truth, the Astrogation had always been preset for any of their pilots to make sure that none of the freighters turned up missing. Once I left them, they gifted me with a fighter...I believe it's still in the hangar...with a QT model astrodroid that took care of plotting jumps for me.\n\n\"But you are right. Most Sith are all bark and no bite, even down to the rank and file troopers. Superiority is preached so often to all members that it breeds arrogance, as I already discussed with some other members of the community. All we can do is the best we can to insure the survival of ourselves and our ambitions.\" Drupada searched through his datapad and landed on an entry that should seem very familiar to Danza. \"Others before us have gone against both Jedi and Sith to forge their own way. Take her for example.\" He slides the datapad over. The image indelibly marked on the screen is that of an old woman, cowl pulled down over her nonfunctional eyes. Though Drupada had no idea of the relationship between her and the Kel Dor, he mentioned Kreia out of a deep respect he had for her teachings and ambitions, even if her ultimate goal in life was something he could not fathom. She had been Revan's first...and last...teacher."
},
{
"author": "Nowhere Girl",
"message": " Salina Jax \n \n\nIf Salina notices Gaimon's sidelong look, she doesn't give any indication of it. Her gaze remains fixed on Antos -- at once intense and unwavering, yet also, in some strange way, betraying a hint of an almost childlike curiousity. Her eyes shift downward slightly to take in the trooper's whole form, then back up to his face.\n\nFinally, abruptly, she says in a flat, matter-of-fact tone, \"That looks uncomfortable.\" "
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Antos Mereck \n\nAntos pauses a moment to make sure the woman was addressing him. If they eyes were any indicator, the answer was a resounding 'yes'. Unless she was just attempting to provoke him, Antos wasn't entirely sure what she was getting at. He decides to reply with a purely diplomatic answer. \"Begging your pardon ma'm, but I doubt there are many who joined the Sith for the comforts it offers.\" \n\nHis curiosity gets the better of him, and he continues speaking in a politely-feigned inquisitive tone. \"What precisely are you referring to? Uniforms? Stance?\" He gestures towards Gaimon. \"This man's orthodontic work?\" The words already out of his mouth, he can't help but try to save face by not reacting to them. His irritation caused by the woman's stares had made him forget his better judgement. Damn, he chides himself. That may have been too bold. Guess I'll find out whether he has a sense of humor or not the hard way, now. "
},
{
"author": "Fredricus",
"message": " Raiko \n \"Hutts?\" Raiko looks amused at Zendra\n\n \"Well, the Hutts ego is atleast as bloated as their body. I'm not here for fine words, many things can be done without words\" \n\nRaiko thinks about the Zendra's last question before replying\n\n \"The force gives an edge in survival and in hunting. I've witnessed a skilled force using predator. One capable of turning any predator to prey. The force truly breaks the shackles of the mind and body of the wielder\" "
},
{
"author": "ShadowyFigure",
"message": "Staring at the datapad for a couple of seconds Danza looks upon the picture seeing how she exactly resembles Traya he smiles beneath his mask.\n\n Ahhhh... So this one knows of me. Be careful aprentice if he discovers our connection the situation could get bad. Anyone who finds out about the holocron may go searching for it. Traya voice suddenly says as Danaza looks more carefully at the picture wondering if it is at all possible to have eyes as she once did ones like the Miraluka...\n\n \"Sometimes ones own path is the better one.\" He says looking into Drupadas eyes. All he has spoken apearing to be the truth by his straight and level face.\n\n \" Of course such ambitions can be dangerous\" "
},
{
"author": "Nowhere Girl",
"message": " Salina Jax \n \n\nSalina opens her mouth to reply, but the words die unspoken in her throat, an odd look crossing her face as she registers what the trooper just said about Gaimon's jaw.\n\nHer eyes shift very slowly to the other apprentice, the corners of her lips twitch upward ... and she does something that, coming from her, is more than a little unexpected: she begins laughing softly, her usually flat voice turning light with amusement."
},
{
"author": "LongVin",
"message": "Renato Benso\n\nRenato's head pops up as the trooper spits out the apparent insult to Gaimon. That certainly wasn't smart. His gaze changes to Gaimon to see his reaction but then is quickly drawn away by the chuckling Salina. Now, this is really bad. There certainly would be a fight now, a fight between the Sith and the trooper would of been onesided and over quickly, but between the two Sith that was a different matter...and they were still in the confined space of the lift.\n\nPushing his back into the corner of the lift to get as much distance from the two he waits for Gaimon's reaction. Hopefully it won't lead to a fight, the almost certain destruction of the lift and probably destruction to himself."
},
{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"He said you have turned to the Dark Side...that you killed younglings\" - Padme \n Vykan Zendra \n\n\" I know something of predators and prey. \"\n\nThe Umbaran continues to glare into Raiko's face, considering him slowly.\n\n\" We have not been acquainted. Who are you? Where do you hail from? \""
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n \"Can you imagine...someone so scarred by people that you wish the death of the Force...\" Drupada spoke absentmindedly, still trying to wrap his brain around it. Though he did respect Traya, he had no desire to go in search of any artifacts involving her; after all, she IS the Sith Lord of Betrayal. No, he was interested in only one man.\n\n \"But I forget myself. Any ambition can be dangerous if one does not retain focus in the here and now. Sometimes, we actually NEED others to keep us grounded.\n\n\"Back to the subject at hand, though. Do you have any idea where someone would start? You wouldn't have mentioned this to me unless you had an idea...and were looking for me to aid you in some way.\" "
},
{
"author": "ShadowyFigure",
"message": " \"First I would wish to visit the ruins and tombs of Korriban. Then from there seek out the places people long abbandoned. Or those that no one would live unless in desperate need of concealment. I speek of places such as Dagobah and Malechor V before its destruction. I would require help in this one such as yourself and the Miraluka who apear not to be wannabe marauders. Especially the Miraluka whose force sight would come in use later...\" Danza replies.\n\n Well... He may speak many truths... But no one is control with their destiny weather they be betrayers or not... Traya says to Danza.\n\n \" I ask that we form a small Alliance between are selves if possible Nothing at first would be drawn from it apart from respect and our shared knowledge of the force. But later during missions or travels it is you two I rely on to help me in my research if possible. There is more then old power I wish to come across there are many things I wish to know about the galaxy...Though of course we would have to speak with the Miraluka...\" "
},
{
"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon \n\nThe man tenses at the sergeant's words, his eyes widening reflexively. Turning to face the sergeant, placing his back to the other two apprentices, his eyes gleam in cold amusement. This is a critical moment. This man must not presume too far, and yet I must not close him off from me... \n\nGaimon reaches to his mask and, with a few agile movements of his fingers, the respirator mask and neck subvocalizer both come away with a quiet shik .\n\nThe right side of Gaimon's face is mostly intact, his upper lip is curled in a grim smile. His upper gums and teeth are there, but where his left mandible and jaw should be is... nothing. The flesh, where it isn't absent completely, is burn-scarred and twisted. It is as though a fiery fist had grasped his lower left jaw and torn it away, taking a part of his neck to his larynx with it. The harsh light of the turbolift reveals a sear-scarred stump that was his tongue in the hole of his mouth.\n\nWith a movement borne of rote familiarity and practice, he replaces the mask and subvocalizer and readjusts the voice modulating synchronizer.\n\nHis voice sounds distant and metallic, as though spoken through plasteel. \" -kssssksssk- My orthodontics work takes very little time but requires a technician who has a strong enough stomach to handle the sight.\" \n\nGaimon shrugs, a gesture that, for him, comes naturally - one of many compensations for lack of ability to express lower-face body language.\n\nLeaning in close to the trooper, bringing the ruined side of his face close to the man's, he whispers with a touch of humour: \"Did you enjoy the view?\" "
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n \"I think it would be best for you to speak with the Miraluka, though I will accompany you in case something goes wrong. Your terms are acceptable. We all have our own goals, but we stand to gain them much faster if we work as a cohesive unit.\n\n\"I must suggest that we also watch each other's backs in the short term. If we can come to enough of an agreement to ourselves from killing each other, then we need a united front against the others...the Umbran, especially.\" "
},
{
"author": "Caewil",
"message": " Csaba Obscura \n\nCsaba floats in a bacta bath, oblivious to everything but the Force.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI am in a Force Trance. Wake me up if you need me.\n "
},
{
"author": "ShadowyFigure",
"message": " \"Indeed and I suppect we could gain the allegance of a foot soldier or two...\" Danza says he then turns on his heels and looks back at Drupada.\n\n \" I wish to go meditate for a while join me if you wish if not I will speak with you later.\" he says walking off he had much to think of including what his very first move would be..."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Antos Mereck \n\nThe sight of Gaimon's face makes Antos's stomach churn - both with disgust and anxiety. He'd seen some pretty horrible wounds on other soldiers before, but never so up-close as this. The realization of what impact his words must have had on the Sith only served to further the intense discomfort in his gut. Damned fool! This man may try to kill me by all rights! Realizing his predicament, all he can do is struggle to maintain his stoic composure. If he's going to strike, he'll do so regardless of how I act. Just don't back down - it's too late for that. \n\n \n Originally Posted by Rafe \n Gaimon \n\nLeaning in close to the trooper, bringing the ruined side of his face close to the man's, he whispers with a touch of humour: \"Did you enjoy the view?\" \n \n\nAs Gaimon leans in close, it takes every last ounce of discipline Mereck has built over his life to not shy away. He keeps his head up, jaw locked, chest out, back straight, and waits for what feels like minutes. When asked the question, Antos replies in a completely straight-forward manner: he was never particularly fond of guile, and in this situation he was confident that pretty words would serve him no better than the flat-out truth. \"It was definitely a surprise, sir. I thought that device was merely a respirator of some kind. That was obviously quite a bold assumption to make.\" "
},
{
"author": "Fredricus",
"message": " Raiko \n \"Raiko... from the wild\"\n\n\"Who are you?\" "
},
{
"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon \n\nDark amber eyes still glinting with a hint of humour, Gaimon tilts his head slightly. \"Some say that a -kssk- mistake is not a mistake unless it's repeated,\" the man muses. The pallid man runs a slender finger down his mask and subvocalizer unit. \"Sometimes that's true. Other times, there's no room for even a small error in judgement. I -ksssk- lived to realize that lesson, and it has made me stronger. Or at least it's made me more cautious.\" The pale man eyes the trooper meaningfully.\n\n The one who gave it to me will suffer... if I ever find that Jedi wench again. \n\nStill watching the soldier: \"You don't strike me as someone who makes many mistakes. -ksssssk- We'll call this one an 'experiment'. Hsssst-hssst-hssst \" The final noises sound like a damaged servo hiccuping but may be recognized for the chuckle it is."
},
{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"Make peace with the Force now. For this, is your final hour.\" -General Grievous \n Vykan Zendra \n\nThe Umbaran frowned slightly. He had found some amusement in the four-armed alien's earlier dry and continuous monologue. It was growing tiresome, however, and it was slowly dawning on the Umbaran that he might just be conversing with nothing more than a sentient born and bred, just there, in the wild. A being bound by blood-thirst, wilderness' competitiveness and an ever-nagging paranoia coupled with an instinct for survival. Useful in certain situations, but well out of frame here.\n\nIndeed, both the Umbaran and the Codru-Ji may have been predators, but the prey were leagues apart.\n\n\" Very well, Raiko of the wild \", he sneered, ignoring Raiko's query, \" You still haven't answered my question \"."
},
{
"author": "Fredricus",
"message": " Raiko \n \"I did... let's say Tatooine to please you\"\n\n\"You haven't answered mine\" "
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{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Antos Mereck \n\nThe man holds his ground, unflinching (and unblinking) through Gaimon's reaction. He keeps waiting to lunge back to avoid the blow that he expects to be coming soon.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Rafe \n Gaimon \n\nStill watching the soldier: \"You don't strike me as someone who makes many mistakes. -ksssssk- We'll call this one an 'experiment'. Hsssst-hssst-hssst \" The final noises sound like a damaged servo hiccuping but may be recognized for the chuckle it is. \n \n\nAntos turns to look at Gaimon - a glimmer of surprise and relief escapes to his face. A Sith willing to stay his blade? He even seems to find my situation humorous. The muscles of his stomach unwind themselves, and Mereck's emotions shift to one he hadn't expected to feel at this place - admiration. He's not just some furious, saber-swinging Dark Jedi; he's a man. I like this one. He replies with a tone that is still deferential, but confident. \"Yes, sir. You could say that my hypothesis was proven quite wrong today.\" Antos is interrupted from speaking further by the chime of the turbolift as the doors begin to swing open. As always, he pauses to allow the others to exit the turbolift first. He'd already been reckless enough for one day."
},
{
"author": "Nowhere Girl",
"message": " Salina Jax \n \n\nWatching the mini-drama unfold before her, Salina notes with undisguised interest Gaimon's reaction, finding herself admiring the way in which he maintained self-control and managed to save face (at least the face he still had to save) all in one carefully chosen response. There's something to that one, she decides.\n\nWhen the turbolift arrives at its destination, she exits slowly, turning to regard Antos again, and abruptly decides to linger for a few moments longer. He had, after all, also managed to capture some of her interest.\n\n \"You're bold,\" she tells him in her customary soft, quiet, unhurried tone. \"I like that.\" She pauses momentarily, almost as though she's said all she means to say, then asks as an afterthought, \"What is it that a man like yourself does with his time?\" "
},
{
"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon - Archive, Basement 1 \n\nGaimon wryly nods to both the woman and trooper before stepping from the lift. I've exhausted my social stamina, I think. \n\nInto the wide, open Instruction Hall of the first sublevel the pale man strides, glancing left and right at the all-to-familiar surroundings. Choosing to avoid the main hall, he walks left into the Alchemy Lab.\n\nMoving from the rough white and grey of the main areas, he finds himself in a room dimly lit by wall units. Adding to the variant atmosphere are the various chemicals, alchemicals and strange apparatuses, some of which are luminous in soft crimson and cerulean. It's warmer here than in the other areas of the academy. Gaimon always felt as though the room was an otherworldly place and while his skills and interests lay elsewhere, he enjoyed its alien smells and sights.\n\nOn the far side of the lab led was the Archives, where datavaults sat like brooding, glowing storage lockers and empty terminals beckoned the curious. Holorecorders and -emitters sat on desks near the terminals. Thick bundles of cabling ran across the ceilings, snaking through the room and beyond.\n\nGaimon saw two already within. Danza and... Drupada was it? he thought. Regardless, he recognized them. They seemed to be in conversation, so Gaimon chose a distant terminal and triggered the databank login.\n\nHe began to search through the 'vaults, scanning items of note, looking for something to prompt his interest. His mind had something specific in mind, but he was content to peruse as if waiting for that thing to object to his avoidance."
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{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Antos Mereck - Instruction Hall, Basement 1 \n\nOnce the others had exited the lift, Antos followed suit and stepped out. The movement felt good - he hadn't realized how tense his muscles had been when standing in the lift. There was little time to enjoy the bloodflow, however, as he was addressed by the woman who had been observing his conversation very intently.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Nowhere Girl \n Salina Jax \n \n \"You're bold,\" she tells him in her customary soft, quiet, unhurried tone. \"I like that.\" She pauses momentarily, almost as though she's said all she means to say, then asks as an afterthought, \"What is it that a man like yourself does with his time?\" \n \n\nAntos never knew how to react to the approval of a Sith acolyte. His knee-jerk reaction was always to take their words with a whole block of salt, foregoing the single 'grain' entirely. This Gaimon may not have matched Mereck's expectations of how a Dark Jedi behaves, but that's not to say this woman wouldn't.\n\n \"I do my job, ma'm. Since I've been transferred here, though, it's unclear what that job might be. I've yet to find the individual I'm to report to - I've been told that he's intentionally an elusive fellow. Considers it a test; some kind of 'hunt'. No surprise coming from a Rodian.\" Antos begins glancing around the area as he continues. His hands raise to rest on his hips as he looks about casually. \"Not a big place, though, and everyone develops a pattern sooner or later. Once I've spoken to enough guards, figured out what times he goes to what places, I'll get him.\" \n\nOnce he finishes scanning the area for guards to question, he looks back at the Sith woman. His stance becomes formal once again, and his arms lock behind his back. \"And what does an acolyte such as yourself do with her time, beyond 'gather Intel', ma'm?\" "
},
{
"author": "Cazziuz",
"message": " Kraygor \n\nKraygor had started this day like any other. A couple of pushups to keep his arms from losing their strenght, a short bath and a standard meal at the mess. They had been given a day off, so he decided to relax abit and maybe even get to know some of the other students. It's not like he had had much of a chance for socializing since he arrived at the academy. Unfortunantly, it seemed that a few of the other students were agitated by the lack of something to do this day. As he sat in the mess, he heard the sounds of lightsabers being activated from further down the corridor. Their soft humming easily reaching his ears. Moving to a table so that he could see what was happening, he continued with his meal.\n The creepy guy and the blind chick shouldn't be fighting so recklessly. They could hurt one another gravely, something that our bosses wouldn't like too much... \n\nThe fight was over in a few seconds, barely enough time for Kraygor to identify the different powers being used.\nQuite a few of the students in the mess had also noticed the fight, and Kraygor where but on of many faces looking at the ones involved as the group dispersed. Shaking his head, Kraygor finished his meal and stood, seeking to ask the creepy guy why he spared the chick's life.\n\nThe Umbaran might not have noticed it, but severel students had left as he walked into the room. The only people left where the Umbaran, the one who said he was 'of the wild' and Kraygor himself. He listened carefully to what they said as he left the mess, not wanting to intrude upon their conversation.\n\n Jeeze, I'd better get a couple of friends around here, and fast too! he thought as he headed towards the turbo elevator.\n Maybe someone would be interested in training force powers with me? He pressed the controls that would call the turbolift down to this level and continued to speculate.\n\n((Sorry for the long post, but had a bit of catchingup to do))"
},
{
"author": "LongVin",
"message": "Renato Benso\n\nLeaving the lift Renato heads to the right and to the archives his home away from home. Strolling through the aisles of the archives he casaully browses the collection of work, relaxing in the domain of knowledge. He keeps his eyes open for any fellow acoyltes who may be present. It is always good to know what they others are studying.\n\n\nOOC: Anyone in the archives?"
},
{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"Naked? What do you mean, naked?! -C3P0 \n Vykan Zendra \n\nThe Umbaran was getting impatient, his right index finger was tapping the table.\n\n\" As anyone, anyone , in this Academy can tell you, my name is Zendra, the best duelist of our tier. Now, I don't care if you don't want to divulge how you came to be here but I'm getting quite tired with this. I get the impression you're not here for idle chatter, so what do you want, Raiko? \"\n\nHis voice got increasingly louder as he spoke that last sentence, then quieted down slowly."
},
{
"author": "lawful_evil",
"message": " Jesara - Medical Facility : Basement 3 \n\nJesara watches the doctors do their thing and then finally lower the woman into the bacta tank. Awh, nothing fun. \n\nAfter they dip her in, the blind woman seems to zone out. Maybe they medicated her... . The doctor checks she is stable and then leaves. Once she is alone with the patient, Jesara goes over and accesses her medical records.\n\n Interesting. She isn't one of those humans after all. Miraluka? Hm.. they all look alike. She pauses in her examination of the records to go over and peer into the tank with her big Mon Calamari eyes. Huh? I wonder what the difference is. All the parts I can see look human enough. "
},
{
"author": "Nowhere Girl",
"message": " Salina Jax \n - Basement 1, by the turbolift\n\nShe pauses, as though considering the question, although her body language is virtually nonexistent -- always very still, is Salina. \"Knowledge is a kind of power, in its own fashion perhaps as great as the ability to wield the Force.\" \n\nAnother long pause.\n\n \"Mostly, I study, and I train,\" she says, answering the question finally.\n\nThen her eyes flicker up to meet his, locking gazes with him, once again boring into him with that intense, penetrating stare. \"What do you think it means to be free?\" "
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Antos Mereck - Instruction Hall near turbolift, Basement 1 \n\nAntos recoils a small amount. Between his raised eyebrows and bewildered eyes, he bears the look of a person who has just been swatted in the face with a dirty sock; not hurt or irritated - just surprised, uncomfortable, and somewhat confused. \"...Excuse me, ma'm? I'm...not sure you're asking the right person. Perhaps one of those students with their noses stuck in a datapad would be more appropriate. Philosophy isn't exactly one of my strongest subjects, ma'm.\" \n\nMereck is genuinely perplexed by the question, and after a moment his curiosity manages to get the better of him once again. It'll be the death of him one day. \"Why even ask me, ma'm?\" "
},
{
"author": "Fredricus",
"message": " Raiko \n\nRaiko grinned at the impatient Zendra\n \n\"You've been most usefull\" he smiled before returning in to the shadows.\n\n Most usefull... he thought as he walked the corridors."
},
{
"author": "Cazziuz",
"message": " Kraygor - outside the turbolift in basement 2. \n\nKraygor noticed the rising voices in the room he just left, and he'd probably taken the stairs if the turbolift hadn't arrived at that very moment.\n\n Whew. Never thought I'd actually like to avoid a fight. \nHe stepped into the turbolift and pushed the buttons that would take him to basement 1."
},
{
"author": "Faithdreamer",
"message": " Hana - Kraygor's Turbolift \n\nThere was a faint scent crowding the turbolift - water lilies. It was the cleaner he used on those glossy purple robes almost as soft as his pale skin. Ghost white hair lounged on either shoulder in artful contrast. “Hey.\" \nStrange how they kept forgetting he was there."
},
{
"author": "Nowhere Girl",
"message": " Salina Jax \n - Basement 1, by the turbolift\n\nA small, almost imperceptible shrug. \"A fresh perspective.\" \n\nShe looks away, staring down the hallway, her expression turning slightly distant.\n\n \"'The Force shall free me.' That's the last line of the Code,\" she says slowly, softly.\n\n \"If freedom is the goal, then knowing the meaning of freedom must certainly be important. Don't you think so?\" "
},
{
"author": "ShadowyFigure",
"message": "Danza Maran - Lightsaber Training Ground - \n\n Walking off Danza quickly changes his mind. His meditation could come later but there was something he wished to improve. His skill with the lightsaber was, well clumsy and if Danza were to get anywhere towards his goal he wished to improve. That and... He wanted a reason to go in the bacta tank and it was in the droid instructor he would find this.\n\n Walking in Danza presses a button on a nearby console to request training then sits in the middle of the training ground. Lightsaber in hand ready for combat."
},
{
"author": "Cazziuz",
"message": " Kraygor - Basement 2, by the turbolift. \n\nA bit startled, Kraygor replies \"hey\" .\nHe takes a good look at the man in front of him, then asks \"have I met you before? You seem familiar\" .\nKraygor is a young human man. He is average height for a human, and he has short dark hair. He is well built, not very muscular, but clearly not weak either. His eyes are as dark as his skin, and his clothes are not the robes supplied to all students, but casual clothes made for comfort. His lightsaber hangs at his left hip and he has two datapad pouches hanging in his belt. He moves gracefully and the moment he recovers from the surprise he starts smiling."
},
{
"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"Senators, fellow delegates, in response to this direct threat to the Republic, mesa propose, that the Senate give immediately Emergency Powers to the Supreme Chancellor\" -Jar Jar Binks, hammering the final nail on his own coffin. \n Vykan Zendra - The common room \n\nZendra's fingers immediately stopped drumming, as he frowned at Raiko's words. He watched as the four-armed alien progressed back into the shadows and left the room.\n\nThoroughly confused, the Umbaran remained seated, wondering where the Mandalorian woman had gone."
},
{
"author": "Faithdreamer",
"message": " Hana – Kraygor’s Turbolift \n “Nope. Going up?” Wrapped in his clothes Hana had a hard time blending in. Even a busy droid could understand why it was easy for him to stand out when he pulled his hood down. There was the Heterochromia iridis, one overcast gray eye and an eerily innocent brown one. Hana wasn’t exactly an albino but Hoth’s icy tundra had a close match. He looked as old as a sixteen year-old mostly because he was sixteen years old. More importantly, he looked more girly than girls did. Everyone knew looks could be deceiving. Or else they were just what they looked like.\nKraygor, smirk or smile."
},
{
"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo Basement 1, Archives \n\nDrupada decided that education was the call for the rest of the day and began looking at various holovids, focusing on old saber techniques and how the masters of the past fought. He needed something that would go with his dexterity and intelligence. Several styles jumped out at him, but none were sufficient to meet his needs. The old ways are going out the door; as I mentioned to the others. The new guard must take hold...and perhaps that means that the old styles of combat must also be put aside in this instance. I have the opportunity to create a new order, one that has the rational thinking of the Jedi and the unfettered strength of the Sith. This order will eclipse both groups and fight for the common man...we will not practice deceit or false pacifism. No, this new order will be greater than anything the galaxy has ever seen. It will instill stability and more permanent government than this New Republic could ever offer.\n\nYes...it will. "
},
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"author": "EvilWalks",
"message": " Beskreiga Ordo - The Commons and briefly, her own little world \n\nAs the mandalorian worked on her blaster carbine, she listened and occasionally looked up, to observe the sith students. To understand the early years of the mind that had defeated her...of the minds that taught her...of the minds who would undouptably use her services and manipulate her into doing her bidding after her training with those minds where over.\n\nIn recent years, the Mandalorians had suffered a string of defeats...but none of them, except maybe the ending battle of the Wars, had effected her quite like the loss her clanship, The Jagi, had endured at the hands of the Sith. Nothing had quite been as gained or revealed from such a loss...nothing like that defeat.\n\nShe had learned that the Sith, the people her Clans had cursed since the time of Mandalore the Indomitable, where yet again, alive in the Galaxy...They where almost mandalorian in their survival tenacity...perhaps even more so, since they had defeated the Jagi when it was at it's best.\n\nWhen the Mandalorians and her brought the fight to boarding party, they found their blasters of little use...even the sharpshooting of her Uncle Jeedo's advanced sniping system had only a 30% kill ratio...which was far different from his average of 80%. Some blaster bolts where even deflected back at them, and they had lost Habuk to his own twin blaster's fire, and Jhula had found herself stunned by only the virtue of her thick and heavy armor.\n\nThings got only worse when they descended into melee. The Sith troops wielded swords that sundered all but the strongest of durasteel alloy blades...and their leader, a Dark Jedi, used a crimson blade to sunder all but the few made of Mandalorian Iron, Phrik or Cortosis. Beskreiga herself, had found herself forced to fight with nothing but her combat gloves and wits, but even then the Dark Knight was more then a match for her.\n\nPerhaps it was at this time, that the Dark Jedi had seen something in her...or perhaps he had always known from the moment that their ship had exited their leap jump from lightspeed and ambushed the Sith vessel. Or perhaps, it was just his usual tactic to toy with his prey, even as they fought in futile effort...whatever it was, he had defeated her the same, even at one point, disabling his red lightsaber,and drawing a smaller blade, as if to welcome Beskreiga into fighting closer...which she did, and payed for it with the scar that went across her left cheek, as well as small hole in the weak points of her armor, which the Sith had spotted or sensed, and manipulated her effortlessly into making an opening which he exploited...something she also payed for, with a scar that went across her lower ribs and torso area.\n\nEven as she was bleeding, demoralized, and all other fighting had been subdued with the other commandos forced into surrender, the Sith still encouraged her...goading her...feeding her frustration and anger....manipulating her into continue fighting...as to if to see, how far she could and would go, even after all was lost...and go she had. She could feel the burst of aggression and adrenaline that surged through her muscles...the second wind fueled by negative emotion...she could feel the Dark Side of the force, compelling her to attack the man. To kill the man in a storm of hatred. To drain the life from his body with her hands.\n\nShe also had learned of the power of the dark side, for she enraged fists and strikes finally opened up the Dark Jedi's defenses, and she got a single strike in. A punch, directly to the Dark Jedi's windpipe, which crushed it.\n\nThe Dark Jedi promptly ended his experiment, by force slamming Beskreiga against the walls and into unconsciousness, and when the young mandalorian had come to, he was talking with her Uncle Jeedo who was also her clanship's representative. The subject where terms of surrender, which were simple. Don't attack the Sith, don't let anyone else know of their return, and finally...the trade of Beskreiga for all of their lives.\n\nBefore that moment in time, Beskreiga had never wondered why things always seemed to be easier for her to do, then other mandalorians of comparable experience and training. Her shots with a blaster or the Jagi's turrets where always timed and well aimed, and they almost always went exactly where she wanted them to. Her sparing combat in the battle ring, had always been beyond intuitive, and it was if she had the ability to read her opponent's thoughts or have glimpses of the near future that allowed her to time her attacks perfectly to unbalance her opponent or catch them off guard. For young woman of barely 17 years then, she was stronger, faster and more durable then her peers, all reasons which made her a favored daughter of Clan Ordo. She had never questioned it, never pondered the reasons behind her natural abilities...never at any time before the fight with the Dark Jedi, who now stood there, explaining to her closest living relative, that she had a power like the Jedi, or the Sith. That she, could use the force to the same degree as the Dark Jedi who had so easily defeated an entire clan of Mandalorian warriors.\n\nIt was then that her mind began working...formulating a rather short sighted, but highly driven plan. The Sith wanted her. They wanted to train her. And she would accept.\n\nThe reasoning behind it had seemed so simple at the time...but she had been in the throes of defeat and hatred. Her choice had been one of anger and revenge against the Sith, for their humiliating defeat...but as she had left her clanship in the Sith transport, her mandalorian code returned, and she recalled a mantra of war. Never hate your enemies...it only breeds bias of judgment, which in a battle will kill you. She needed another reason to be where she was...to do what she had to do. Some rock of insight to which she could hold on to and avoid being sucked up into the storm of Sith culture so she could preserve her mandalorian ways...\n\n...perhaps one day, it would come to her.\n\n\nBeskreiga collapsed the stock of her carbine, closed the paneling, and rechecked the sights one last time, before holstering the compact blaster. Just as she reached for her cup of Caff again though, she looked up and scanned the room, and found the Umbaran duelist, Vykan Zendra, walking towards. \"Sithsblood.\" She muttered under her breath as she looked around for a place to make a tactical retreat to...but the room had suddenly gotten rather full as more students returned from their morning meditations.\n\nThere would be no running this time. No avoiding it. Mr. Cloak-of-Feathers would have to just be faced and dealt with...hopefully, not with her blaster or sword though...she had just cleaned those. Clearing her throat and stiffling a sigh, she decided to greet him, so the entire conversation would not be on his terms at least. \"Zendra...come back from the depths early I see. What's wrong...forget your fusion torch and debilitating fear of the dark? Or do you need someone to stand behind when blind witches start flinging bolts of energy from their fingers?\" "
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"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"Are you An angel? I'm just kidding. That's the worst line I've ever used. Hope some poor kid doesn't start using it.\" - Atton Rand \n Vykan Zendra \n\nVykan watches as the Mandalorian woman approached. He smiles at her address, slowly taking off his goggles and laying them on the table, revealing black pupils which, as they were exposed to the light, shrunk rapidly to a relatively imperceptible size. He blinks once or twice during the process, his eyes slowly adjusting before turning back up to her. Looking her directly in the eyes, he replied, talking slowly, his voice deep.\n\n\" Claws out today, as always, I see. I suppose you think I've earned it for one reason or the other. To answer your question, it's more of the latter. That hurt me a fair bit more than it should have. \"\n\nHe runs his finger along the burn mark on his right arm once more before He turning away, collecting something from the inside of his robes and laying it on the table.\n\n\" Nevertheless, the day was mine. I live to triumph again. \"\n\nThe blindfold, still knotted as it were on the Miraluka's head, though visibly torn from the side, where Zendra had ripped it off, lay on the table. He stares at it for a moment, before turning back to the Mandalorian.\n\n\" We haven't been acquainted, still. \""
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"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Antos Mereck - Instruction Hall by the turbolift, Basement 1 \n\nAntos continues to pay attention, but on the inside he is gradually ceasing to listen. So she's on about the Force. They always are. \n\n \n Originally Posted by Nowhere Girl \n Salina Jax \n \n \"If freedom is the goal, then knowing the meaning of freedom must certainly be important. Don't you think so?\" \n \n\nOnce the woman has finished, Mereck replies respectfully (and dryly). \"Ma'm, the rank-and-file aren't indoctrinated with this Sith Code. The troops have their own reasons for joining; 'ideals' are generally quite low on that list. For the men and women like myself who don't feel the Force, the Sith are just a means to an ends.\" \n\nAntos hated to leave a job undone, however. He felt that his reply wasn't actually answering the question he had been posed. What the hell. Let her pull your strings one more time. \"Since you asked, though...\" He glances down at the ground blankly for a few moments as he gathers his thoughts. When he has comes up with his response, he smirks sardonically at himself for a moment. By the time he looks back up to reply to the woman, his expression is hard as a rock and cold as steel.\n\n \"A word like 'freedom' gets thrown around all the time as one of those feel-good concepts. Strange how people never seem to appreciate it when they have it, but once it's gone they decry its loss. Almost as if it doesn't matter until it no longer exists. Truth is, ma'm, that's why I see freedom as a void. A non-entity defined only by its opposite. Freedom exists merely as a degree of measuring the lack of constraint, the lack of control. Amazing how the more 'free' a person is, the more they tend to impose on the freedoms of others. Every single person in the galaxy is scrambling to gratify their own wants and needs with little regard for those around them. It's why conflicts happen. There's another term that describes such a condition. Entropy. The less order you have, the more things break down. A certain degree of 'freedom' needs to exist to prevent stagnation, but it shouldn't be allowed to run rampant. Ultimately, there must be control.\" \n\nHis speech was very smooth and deliberate until the very last line. His tone, volume, or inflection did not change, but there was a tangible difference in the intensity with which he spoke. His appearance yields no clues, as during his reply his posture began to adopt the same cold, precise bearing that adorned his face. \"There's your fresh perspective, ma'm.\" he adds flatly."
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"author": "LongVin",
"message": " Renato Benso - Archives\n\nContinuing to prowl the archives he finally finds another soul also searching the archives for knowledge. Approaching Drupado he announces his presence \"It is good to see another seeker of knowledge here. Too often have our fellows neglected the teachings of the past.\" Renato smirks as he finishes the line.\n\nThough he could tell that Drupado was not a true seeker of knowledge. He seemed to be wholly concerned with only matters of the blade and not the thousands of scholarly articles which were contained within the walls of the archive."
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"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n \"Knowledge is power.\" Drupada spoke harshly only because he was being disturbed. \"I sense you do not approve of the subject matter I have chosen, but it is important to shore up what you DON'T know. I have already steeped myself in galactic history, lore, and tactics...now I have been searching for a way to better myself physically.\" Turning off the recorder, he glares some at Renato. \"But I have finished looking into this. There is obviously something on your mind; spill it.\" "
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"author": "Nowhere Girl",
"message": " Salina Jax \n - Basement 1, by the turbolift\n\nA small smile.\n\n \"I thought philosophy wasn't one of your stronger subjects,\" Salina replies, still in her customary even tone. \"It seems you had an answer in you after all.\" \n\nApparently satisfied, she abruptly turns to begin walking down the hall, never bothering to wave or offer any kind of verbal farewell.\n\n \n Spoiler \n(I'm stopping here to leave Antos the option of either trying to stop Salina or just let her wander off, as left to her own devices, she's definitely going to do the latter. Once I know his reaction, I can make my next post. 🙂 )\n "
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"author": "Cazziuz",
"message": " Kraygor - Basement 2, at the turbolift \n\nKraygor blinked, his smile fading as if he didn't understand the question.\nThen he realized what Hana had said, and his friendly smile returned.\n \"I'm not sure. Since we got the day off I wanted to make some acquaintances among the students\" .\nHe extends his right hand saying \"the name's Kraygor\" .\n I hope this guy isn't like the creepy violent one. That guy would probably chop my hand off, then demand I pay him a few hundred credits for the experience Kraygor thought, barely maintaining his smile as he extended his hand."
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"author": "LongVin",
"message": "Renato Benso\n\nRenato shrugs. \"I guess what you say is truth. It is best to be well rounded.\" \n\nHe takes a seat, \"I always have many things on my mind. But for now, I believe it is necessary as you put it to shore up our weaknesses. Would you care to put these new techniques to a test in the duelling chamber? A friendly competition to improve our mutual skill against those who devote themselves completely to the arts of single combat and know nothing of intellectual pursuits.\" "
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"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n What is it with everyone and their desire to fight with me today? What is this; beat on the old man to feel better about yourself day? \"I suppose, if you are that desperate to fight someone, I can oblige you. We fight until one of us surrenders.\n\n\"Much can be learned through combat, as well.\" This time, he was taking a page from the Echani. Maybe he should have indulged the Kel Dor, but some things can be put off for another day. The true measure of a person is what they display on the battlefield, not what they say."
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"author": "LongVin",
"message": "Renato Benso\n\nNodding, \"That is acceptable.\" \n\nLeaving his seat he turns towards the exit, \"I have to always remind myself to practice my martial skills. Atleast this way I will not be up against one of those cretins who wish to actually attempt to kill me.\" "
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"author": "Raven T.",
"message": " Drupada Taipo \n \"Indeed.\" Though, I suspect it would be easy enough to drop you if I wished. However, one of the core tenants of my order is that betraying the trust of another member is punishable by death. Only a fool kills his allies, even if they are not as such yet. Drupada led Renato toward the dueling pit slowly, taking care to remove the bulky cloak he always wore over his robes...so dark brown that they are almost black...and hang it gingerly on a nearby rack.\n\nWith the customary flick of the wrist, his saber was in his hand and lit, casting it's violet light on the floor. \"When you're ready; I will not attack an unprepared opponent in a sparring situation.\" Looking inward, he dropped into a new stance, radically different than his normal one. His right foot dropped back, as if firing a rifle. Knees bent, his blade hung loosely from his right hand, making a 45 degree angle from the floor. It was fluid and lent itself to a quick counterstrike."
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"author": "EvilWalks",
"message": " Beskreiga Ordo \n\nThe young mandalorian followed the umbaran's eyes to the blindfold and the goggles. He had taken them off, despite his obvious sensitivity to the surrounding environment...but why? To show that he would not hide from her behind steel and glass? To try and empathize with her by making the appearance of lowering his defenses? Or was it just irritability from wearing them for too long?\n\nIt unsettled Beskreiga not because of the questions, but because of the possible answers. She was usually so good at reading people, especially those with concealed or partially concealed faces...most Mandalorians had that ability, a natural side-effect of working closely with each other while wearing their full armour. The Umbaran was difficult to read however, no matter if his goggles were on or off...his emotions where so alien and the usual arrogance and self-importance that he held himself with (at least when in concerns to dueling and other such things), served as an effective emotional wall.\n\nOr maybe it was more simple. Maybe she was just loosing her edge...and the possibility of such a loss, is perhaps what unsettled her the most...almost to the point of fear.\n\n \"No we haven't been...acquainted yet, and I don't see a reason why. I am just here to learn and train, not socialize with...other students...\" The last two words she had to give some thought too...after all, she considered herself apart from the other sith...not necessarily above, but definitely different...or so maybe she hoped.\n\n \"But perhaps maybe the so-called Best Duelist out of all the Students has for some reason, time to do just that...socialize. Fine then, my name is Beskreiga Ordo.\" "
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"author": "LongVin",
"message": "Renato Benso\n\nRemoving a pair of leather gloves from his pocket, he carefully slides them on testing to make sure they won't fall down in the course of combat. Turning sideways in a fencers stance to limit his profile and make a smaller target he unclips the lightsaber and ignites the blade, holding the handle close to his body with one hand and the blade pointed straight at Drupado.\n\n\nStudying his opponent and his stance he recognizes Drupado's stance for what it is, a feint. Designed to lure his opponent into a false sense of security and go for an immediate \"killing\" blow. \"I am ready\" \n\nRenato comes in quick with an a exploratory thrust, not committing fully but neither is he performing an action that could be ignored. He was feeling Drupado out, trying to see what his style and technique to find a weakness.\n\n (1d20+5)[ 12 ] "
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"author": "Faithdreamer",
"message": " Hana – Kraygor’s Turbolift \n\nCuriosity, it was a thoughtful expression on his face. He wasn’t getting lost in ideas. He simply sank in a pool of liquid contemplation. “Pleased to make you an acquaintance.” \nHis hand was patient. Leisurely crossing the gap between them just so it could brush the other apprentice’s fingertips; it wasn’t in any hurry getting back either. He sat down the same way, held his knees close to his chest. Kraygor got to wonder too while he looked down at Hana. Was it the glow of merriment behind his eyes, the reflection off the light shining down from the ceiling?\n\n “Call me Imp Rest.” "
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"author": "Cazziuz",
"message": " Kraygor - Basement 2, by the turbolift. \n \"Imp, huh?\" Kraygor stood, simply looking at the... well he wasn't sure exactly what he was looking at, but it seemed friendly enough.\n Whew, I think I got lucky. Kraygor's smile became even friendlier, or maybe it was just sincere now? It was difficult to tell.\n \"Well, nice to met you mr. Rest. I have a feeling that we'll be able to get along just fine\". \nKraygor turned to the control panel, asking Imp in the progress \"now it's my turn to ask. What floor are you going to?\" "
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"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"Actually it was - the crystal was redder than a laigrek's eye\" - The Jedi Exile, possibly. \n Vykan Zendra \n\nZendra smiled slightly as he noted the fleeting look of distress the Mandalorian displayed as he removed his visors.\n\nThe Mandalorian woman had struck a particular cord with him. She was burdened such a great sense of honor, and a consistent self-expectancy to stand tall but alone.\n\nHe had seen it before with the other recruits, often with those who thought themselves more superior, often truly trying to compensate for an obvious lack of skill or merely trying to emulate their own personal philosophy on absolute Sith ideology in attempt to earn favor with their masters.\n\nThe Mandalorian sought neither. Having witnessed her earlier duel, she obviously, knew much of close-quarters combat. Her demeanor and mannerism suggested considerable personal pride.\n\nThere is a thin line between pride and arrogance, but pride, is how they both stood out .. and apart. It's why he respected her and that's why he'd offer her the respect of meeting her eyes with his.\n\nThe Umbaran nodded at the introduction.\n\n\" Vykan Zendra. And no, I don't usually take the time to .. (he smiled at her choice of phrase) socialize, with all the recruits; only those who strive to truly better themselves. The ones who show the most potential. The ones I truly believe I can benefit from their experience and company, and they from mine. \""
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"author": "EvilWalks",
"message": " Beskreiga Ordo ~ The Commons \n \"To benefit from? What could you possibly hope to gain from me?\" Beskreiga asked in a matter-of-fact manner. \"I'm still having problems wielding a bloody lightsaber, nor can I fire lightning from my finger tips, or choke a man from 30 meters.\" \n\nThe Mandalorian finished her second mug of Caf, and set it down between her and Vykan. \"I can't lift objects much larger then this without physical or technological contact. I'm not much for the mysteries, or the philosophies either....so again, how could you benefit from me?\" \n\nThere were actually many possibilities to that question, now that Beskreiga thought about it...but she didn't say anything. She wanted to see what Vykan thought, or at least, what Vykan would come up with to conceal what he thought. It was unlikely that she was fishing for compliments...No..there where better places to do that then a Sith Academy...and besides, she wasn't that receptive to compliments usually. They only reminded her of the overcompensations she had made in failed attempts circumvent her other failures.\n\nNo...this wasn't about her, this was about Vykan. The Sith duelist with the feather cloak, and his offer of...was it partnership?\n\nOnly the next few moments could possibly tell."
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"author": "Caewil",
"message": " Csaba Obscura \n\nHer wound had been clean, she remembers. The frictionless blade of a lightsaber usually leaves only burns but sometimes opportunistic bacteria could find a home there. Just to be safe, the facility's medical droids had removed the charred tissue from her abdomen, replacing it with synthflesh.\n\nCsaba concentrates on her own body, focusing on her injuries. She does not will her flesh to heal. She does not gently nudge with the Force. Instead, she commands it, as she would a subordinate. Csaba can feel the blood in her veins, the slow beating of her heart. As she recklessly burns her body's reserves to fuel the hasty healing her pulse speeds up until her heart races. Csaba's fear tells her to stop, but her anger pushes her on further. She draws on the power of the dark, tapping on the hatred that she could feel within the walls of the Sith academy, and now even more strongly within her own heart. I will not be kept down, she seethes.\n\nLess than an hour later, the miraluka emerges from the tank, shivering in the cold of the medical bay. Her skin is as even paler than usual but otherwise shows no traces of scarring. As Csaba rapidly dons her robes, she considers her next course of action. Perhaps I had best show myself to the other Sith again ."
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"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"How am I to know the good side from the bad?\" - Luke Skywalker \n Vykan Zendra ~ The Common Room \n\nThe Umbaran smiles widely at the Mandalorian.\n\n\" Ha. You judge yourself by comparison to them ? They are like mindless bantha; they scurry around, searching for strife and then toddle directly into it without a second thought. In time, with training, you will be on par with them. I have seen you fight, you will match and succeed them quickly. \"\n\nThe Umbaran's tone quietens, becoming more serious.\n\n\" No, you have something about you that they can never achieve. They are Sith to the heart and core. They have learned to excel through sole dependence on the Force. They listen with it, see with it, think with it and act on it. It makes them far superior in many fields, but it blinds them completely in others. \"\n\n\" But you. You have seen strife where they have not, and excelled on skill and talent alone, and, more importantly, you relished it. I see the pride with which you walk, with which you fight, with which you arrange your armaments, with which you have tailored your very robes (he nods towards her clothing) . You are intelligent, tactical, skilled and motivated. As such, can achieve far more than they ever possibly can. \"\n\nA half-smile slowly forms on his face.\n\n\" But you know all this already, but maybe you merely needed it said aloud. \""
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"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Antos Mereck - Instruction Hall, Basement 1 \n\n \n Originally Posted by Nowhere Girl \n Salina Jax \n - Basement 1, by the turbolift\n\n \"I thought philosophy wasn't one of your stronger subjects,\" Salina replies, still in her customary even tone. \"It seems you had an answer in you after all.\" \n\nApparently satisfied, she abruptly turns to begin walking down the hall, never bothering to wave or offer any kind of verbal farewell. \n \n\nAntos doesn't speak a word as the young woman walks away in what seemed to be mid-conversation. He folds his arms in front of his chest and watches the unidentified Sith stroll off. He feels no surprise, and incredibly little irritation. Big shocker. Got whatever the hell she wanted and moved on. Fine by me - I danced to your tune enough to keep you off my back for the day. He shakes his head a tiny amount, and when she is nearly out of sight he blows out a breath. Time to get to work. \n\nAntos heads over in the direction of the dueling pit to have a quick peek looking for guards to speak with.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC: Unless Rydax would prefer to roleplay this out, Antos will continue going around, asking guards if they can recall how often they see a Rodian Sith (specifically Master Melkto Gbuda, if they seem to know him) and at what times he usually comes around. After speaking to the available guards on this floor, he'll board the turbolift and head up one more floor and continue.\n "
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"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon - Archive, Basement 1 \n\nAfter an hour or two of peering at the terminal screen and scanning through information (a good deal of it irrelevant to his interests), Gaimon rubs his aching eyes with his thin hand. Standing, he finds his legs stiff and his shoulders sore. Some of the information he had glanced through had been intriguing, and some of it not.\n\nScowling at the blinking terminal, he shook his head and headed for the Instruction Hall. Damned machines. Droids were meant to filter through the data and present something worthwhile. All the same, it did provide some respite from others, he thought.\n\nAs he stepped out of the more softly-lit environs of the Archive into the chill main hall, he remembered something. He scanned his utility belt and nodded. He had used his medpac some days ago after a training exercise, and had yet to replace it. A small oversight but a potentially fatal one, as well.\n\n \"I'd best -ksssk- see to that given I've nothing else to occupy me,\" he mutters.\n\nThe lean, pallid man makes his way to the turbolift, and sinks deeper into the complex. The ride is short and, best of all, quiet. He thinks over some of the things he has learned today: Renato was one to speak to about searching the Archive material better and more thoroughly, and that Umbaran... he was one to 'saber train with, perhaps. Someone more akin to his own style: efficient simplicity. Dancing with swords was for pretentious Jedi trainees. He couldn't help sneering beneath the plasteel of his mask.\n\nStepping out of the lifts, he found himself in Subfloor 3. The Administration area was slightly busier than he had thought it would be. Droids moved about their business, bleeping and whirring, and a few personnel spoke formally into comlinks or pointed out information to colleagues on computer terminal read-outs. While a few of the closest glanced his way, he ignored them all and strode through the heart of it and into the Medical Facility beyond.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Arachnid , I'm thinking that Gaimon is entering just after you've gotten all sorted out.\n "
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"author": "Caewil",
"message": " Csaba Obscura \n\nCsaba kneels down on the cold durasteel floor and pulls on her ebony boots. She scowls with irritation as she notices new scratches and scuffmarks along the sides. This will take hours to buff out. Csaba jimmies her left foot into a tall boot then pauses intently. Someone approaches. From the being's power, Csaba knows that it is one of the apprentices, perhaps the umbaran himself come to gloat. She grits her teeth and begins tightening the cinching of her boot. Her right hand clenches as she surreptitiously gathers her power should it be He .\n\nAs she hears footsteps approach, Csaba raises her head to face the newcomer. The Sith's metal jaw hisses as it takes in air and even the miraluka hesitates before speaking, assessing the threat. Uncertain, she attempts a jest. \"Hello there, handsome\" "
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"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon \n\nThe lean man pauses as he enters, seeing the Miraluka. He senses her unease but also... relief, perhaps? He also feels her tense, her body moving into a state of battle readiness, one he, himself, is quite familiar with.\n\nRelaxing and keeping his arms loose and at his sides, Gaimon shrugs and says, \"It seems we both wear trappings to hide aspects of -kssssssk- our physiques. Yours is natural, and perhaps a gift to those with\" -- he chuckles, the subvocalizer coughing the sound -- \"open eyes . Mine is not. -kssk- While it hides an injury and accommodates a deficiency, this mask also has its advantages. I am harder to read, voice recognition is difficult and its visual affect can be quite useful.\" \n\nGaimon walks over to a medical kiosk and with pale, slender fingers keys the code to access the contents. He slips a medpac into his utility belt. He has other business here as well, but it can wait.\n\nTurning to face the woman, he states outright: \"There is -ksskssssk- no shame in losing a fight. No loss is complete so long as something is learned. You stood your ground. That is admirable. That you lost is inconsequential because you survived and you know now, perhaps, -ksk- how to better handle the Umbaran in the future.\" \n\nHis eyes glint. \"Knowledge can be a powerful tool.\" "
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"author": "Nowhere Girl",
"message": " Salina Jax \n\nBasement 1, Archive \n\nSitting quietly, Salina stares at the text before her, unable to do more as her mind simply refuses to focus on it. Finally, she sits back instead, rubbing her temples and closing her eyes.\n\nShe had almost completely underestimated the one with the mask, she admits to herself finally, reflecting on what transpired in the turbolift. And at the same moment that she'd made that discovery, she had also seen something in the trooper that she found intriguing.\n\nBoldness.\n\nThose with the courage and conviction to take risks are the ones whose actions ultimately shape the galaxy. Calculation, careful observation, planning -- all have their place, perhaps, but if one is unwilling to risk everything, it will all come to little in the end. In that moment, she'd realized that the man was more than just a uniform and an erect posture.\n\nFor several moments, she sits like that, eyes closed, thoughts wandering, uncertain of what action to take.\n\nAbruptly, impulsively, and with a rare, sly smile, she extends her senses outward, seeking the trooper she'd spoken with only a short time ago.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFarseeing: (1d20+14)[ 20 ] (vs. Antos's Will Defense)\n\n(should reveal whether he's alive or dead, a vague sense of his immediate surroundings, what he's currently doing, and any strong emotions he's feeling)\n "
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"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Antos Mereck - Stairwell; level 3/4 \n Can't say I blame him. Hell, I might start doing this myself. At least here I won't have to wait in line for a fight to end. Antos was appreciating the quieter, less bustling environment around him as he continued to trudge onwards. After nearly a standard hour of legwork, he'd managed to hear half a dozen useless rumors, some unfounded conjecture, and two useful observations. One: In the many sightings of this Master Melkto Gbuda, not once has he ever been seen entering or exiting a turbolift. That means that the Rodian is either part-spider, or he simply takes the stairs. Two: generally, he eats his meals considerably later than most to avoid the big crowd in the messhall. Now was a good time as any to find out.\n\nAntos stops about halfway between Basement level 3 and 4 and walks over to the guardrail to gaze upwards. He was trying to determine if he'd have even the slightest line of sight to the entrance to level 2 from here. He wouldn't need much - a Rodian stands out in most crowds. He'd already given up on the prospect of simply waiting on the level 2 stairwell. Someone this avoidant would see that coming a mile away.\n\nMereck grunts with irritation. I'm a soldier. I've got better things to do than play hide-and-go-seek. Can't believe I've been assigned to- \"Miikt oini?\" \n\nThe interruption caught him completely offguard. Antos spun around to find himself staring into two humongous golden eyes. Rodian eyes. An alien with orangish-red skin stood immediately before him, examining him carefully. It spoke again, this time in a different language. \"Aek son sha?\" Again, Antos was at a loss to understand his meaning. The Rodian closes its eyelids and sighs, then poses one last question. This time, however, it was a dialect the trooper was familiar with - Huttese. \n Spoiler \n \"You speak Hutt-tongue, yes?\" \n \n\n\nAlthough still shocked by the events, Antos manages to stammer out his reply in Basic. \"Yes, I speak Huttese. Are you-\" He is cut off by the Rodian, again in Huttese. \n Spoiler \n\" Yes, I am Melkto of clan Gbuda. Do not speak Basic-tongue with me; it is easy to overhear. Come, Sergeant. We needs speak.\" \n \n The Rodian brushes past the man and continues on up the stairs.\n\n ..the hell? Antos shakes off his confusion and falls in line behind the Master."
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"author": "EvilWalks",
"message": " Beskreiga Ordo \n\nThe Mandalorian adjusted her gauntlets slightly as the Umbaran spoke and then offered a rare grin as he finished. \"Maybe...what I do know though, is that flattery will get you no where except into a Mandalorian Headlock.\" \n\nThe grin of course was a ruse...what Vykan said about her, for the most part, was true...but he had not seen, or not commented, on the many faults and imperfections that outweighed all of those strengths within her.\n \"And don't count out those 'mindless bantha' out either...I was once on Tatoonine doing mercenary work for the Hutts...I've seen an enraged mindless bantha...they may not be smart, they may not be skilled, and they may not be tactically minded, but even one can still destroy entire spaceports before someone finally brings it down...if it gets brought down at all.\" Beskreiga knew this all too well, as did any Mandalorian who fought in the finally days of the Two Decade War. She stifled a sigh, and added. \"Call it free advice.\"\n\nBeskreiga looked down at her mug of caf and this time, didn't stifle her sigh. Briefly, she thought about getting up and acquiring a third mug, but decided against it...Caffiene after all, was a stimulant drug...and any stimulant was detrimental to it's user's health, if taking in high quantities...she'd wait a bit.\n\nTurning back to Zendra, and asked. \"So it is an offer of partnership you are proposing...and you seem to know what you would get out of it...but what would I stand to gain?\" "
},
{
"author": "Caewil",
"message": " Csaba Obscura \n\nCsaba scowls as she unclenches her fist, allowing the power she had been preparing to dissapate. The man appeared to be going out of his way to seem unthreatening, though surely not out of fear of her. Somehow, that rankled. She knew she could hardly expect to recover from her defeat so rapidly, but nonetheless her pride chafed at the delay in regaining her status among the apprentices.\n\n \"Perhaps you are right.\" The miraluka stands while clipping the lightsaber to the belt strapped across her waist. Her eyes linger on it for a few seconds before she turns the masked man. \"I had not expected him to be such a competent swordsman - Those who bluster rarely have any talent in truth.\" Csaba pauses to consider her newly healed wounds. \"But it seems I underestimated him.\" \n\nThe miraluka seems to sag at the shoulders for a second before recovering her composture. She looks Gaimon in the eyes before she says \"The lesson was brutal, but at least I know the degree to which my lightsaber skills are deficit.\" She attempts a smile. \"You look fairly competent. Perhaps you could... assist me.\" "
},
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"author": "Kaymeera",
"message": " \"He's no good to me dead\" - Boba Fett on Han Solo \n Vykan Zendra \n\nVykan smiled, revealing a set of human-like, though somewhat sharpened, teeth.\n\n\" You'd gain just what I have to gain. Insight. Skill. A chance to reap more of both. To you and I, they are the most valuable commodities there are. You cannot deny our joint potential from such a simple mutual agreement. \"\n\nThe Umbaran linked his fingers.\n\n\" I'm not asking you to trust me. Of all things, in this place and time, that's a foolish thing to ask for, and moreso to expect. I foresee all your dealings with me to proceed with a great deal of .. caution on your part. \"\n\n\" All I ask is that, when opportunity comes, and it will, and should you find yourself unable to proceed alone, remember me as I will remember you. \"\n\nThe Umbaran then falls silent, still looking her directly, unblinking, waiting for her response."
},
{
"author": "Rafe",
"message": " Gaimon \n \"'Competent'? Yes...\" The lean man smooths his worn robes, watching the Miraluka. \"I'm no stranger to a lightsaber.\n\n\"Yes, perhaps we can help -kssk- each other. There some matters I must see to here first, though. I -kssssk- will meet you in the dueling chamber in twenty minutes, if that suits you,\" he says, his voice metallic and distant.\n\n This could be both helpful and serve as a good break from what has otherwise been an academic morning, he thinks."
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"author": "EvilWalks",
"message": " Beskriega Ordo \n \"When the oppurtuinity comes, we'll see...\" The young warrioress responds with a thoughtful neutrality.\n\nBeskreiga stood up for moment and retrieved a toolkit from her utility belt, and then removed part of her should plate that had been clipped in training combat. She took a small durasteel patch and a fusion welder from the toolkit, assembled her supplies on the table, and began to repair the armored plate with an almost instinctual skill.\n\nRepairing and working with technology was second nature to her, which was quite a fortunate trait since she was both a Mandalorian, and from one the less well-to-do clanships. The repair was so routine, that she barely had to focus on it, to accomplish the task. \"If I may indulge upon your point of view, Zendra, what do you think will happen after the graduation and final tests? Assuming you survive and pass? What tasks await us\" She asked as her hand grabbed the plasma torch and began to remove the damaged parts with surgical percision. \"Understand that my mind is only truly concerned on the present at this moment and this is nothing more then a simple hypothetical.\" \n ((By the way, if it helps you immerse yourself in the game more, Beskreiga speaks with a semi-New Zealander Accent like most of the Mandalorians seen in Star Wars, such as Boba and Jango Fett, or Canderous Ordo and the KOTOR Mandos...it's a bit more restrained then a typical female New Zealander accent though, because Beskreiga has acquired so many other langauges that her main accent has been deluded, supressed and mixed with them)) "
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"author": "Nowhere Girl",
"message": " http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=35504 \n\nBasement 1, Archive, and then ... elsewhere \n\nLetting her senses return to her own surroundings and opening her eyes, Salina stands abruptly, putting aside any thought of reading just now. In any case, she reasons, the most meaningful insights can never be found in mere text. But that's really just an excuse, isn't it? \n\nBut then, what to do?\n\nShe stands slowly, clasping her hands behind her back, and, after a moment's consideration, exits the archive. A walk, she decides, would be nice.\n\nWhere? Anywhere. \n\nGo look in on that trooper? No. That's foolish. Why are you so concerned with him in any case? \n\nHaving nothing better to do while so distracted and unfocused, Salina walks back out of the archive to the stairs, choosing to use them rather than the turbolift. She starts to head down, then hesitates and goes up instead, toying with the idea of even going for a brief walk outside. Of course, the cold would be nothing short of brutal, but that might just serve to focus and sharpen her mind again."
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"author": "Extreme Bingo",
"message": "The time is 19:45, and the corridor lights are on night cycle early again. The effect is eerie - motion sensors activating rolling bands of light around you as you walk down dark corridors. Each of you has recieved a request to meet with Sophia Komorov on an urgent matter. It's not unusual for your clans to have dealings with the Komorov federation, though their messages are rarely as heavily securitagged as these.\n\n***\n\nThe quarters of the Komorov Clan's matriarch are well-furnished and well lit. You are seated around a polished steel table in a small meeting room. An oddly servile attendant has informed you that Madam Komarov's presence is expected momentarily."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Miran \n\nMiran sits at the table quietly, not looking at anyone else. His medical training already had kicked in and evaluated everyone's health. They were as well as could be expected, really. To one side, a pack sat, the symbol of the Medicals on it. A standard field medical kit. The other side had another pack with the Medicals symbol, but this one with a surgeon's knife on it, a field surgery kit. Emptied and safetied, and underneath clothing was his handgun, never touched.\n\nAs the others shifted and moved, Miran saw without seeing and watched for signs of irregularities as they all waited for Madam Komarov."
},
{
"author": "Meshakhad",
"message": " Jacob Valson \n\nJacob Valson is alert as can be. He wore his flight suit sans helmet. The symbol of the Angels - a fighter with feathered wings - was displayed prominently on his uniform."
},
{
"author": "tsuyoshikentsu",
"message": " Jenni \n\nThe rather comely blonde (and has she been on one of the bar-room vids before?) sits with her back to wall and where she can see all the doors, four-foot gun resting on her lap. Every so often she runs her hand across it to feel that it's still there, something like a cat. The effect, as she smiles nervously, is slightly disconcerting.\n\n\"So,\" she says, \"Are, um... is this all of us?\""
},
{
"author": "Extreme Bingo",
"message": "19:55. After a short while waiting, the lady Komorov enters and takes a seat at the head of the table. She looks to be in her 50s, and wears a faithful reproduction of the origional command corps uniform - the formalwear of her people. Her attendant, a short grey-haired gentleman, follows her in and begins to pour 5 glasses from a bottle of clear liqour.\n\n\nMadam Sophia Komorov takes her seat. [COLOR=\"Blue\"]\"I am glad that you have decided to attend this meeting. I am sure you all understand this is not a purely social affair; each of you was personally recommended to me by your respective clans. We have recieved a transmission from an intelligence in the deep decks wishing to defect. If any of you are unwilling to assist us in this matter please leave now.\"\n\nShe waits for your replies, smiling imperiously."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Miran \n \"And you wish us to facilitate this defection, I take it?\" Miran taps his chin thoughtfully. \"An interesting endeavor, if that is the case. You have my curiosity peaked, Madam.\" "
},
{
"author": "Meshakhad",
"message": "Jacob Valson\n\n \"And who would they be defecting to?\" "
},
{
"author": "tsuyoshikentsu",
"message": " Jenni \n\n\"That's my quesion too, Madam,\" Jenni says, brow creased. \"I'm not exactly an insignificant member of CdL. If people see us taking sides, it could be bad for business. As it is, you're going to have to pay me by giving one of them extra cash and having them technically hire me, and I'm losing deniability just sitting here.\""
},
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"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Miran \n\nLooking over to Jenni, Miram coughs. \"As a member of the Medicals then, would you consent to being hired as a body guard and confidant should Madam Komarov require my assistance?\" "
},
{
"author": "tsuyoshikentsu",
"message": " Jenni \n\nThe blonde looks over at Miran. \"MEdicals are neutral, so that's good enough. Okay. As of right now, I am officially your bodyguard for a price and term of service to be decided later. This verbal statement seals our agreement.\" She turns back to the Madam and smiles. \"Sorry, please continue.\""
},
{
"author": "Trulhammaren",
"message": " Sabbath \n\nThe distinct sounds of a hoverbike riding up and turning off can be heard outside the room. The sounds were quickly followed by a red haired girl in black and covered in what might be oil smears coming into the room.\n\nSabbath looks around quickly to see if she can find the right person to convey her apologies for being late.\n\n \"My sincerest apologies for the lack of timing on my part, the bike decided to rebel against me.\" \n\nHastily taking a seat Sabbath asks a simple question, \"So what exactly have I missed?\" "
},
{
"author": "Extreme Bingo",
"message": "Madame Komarov glares at Sabbath as she enters. Regaining her cold composure, she looks at Jenni as she continues; \"I am sorry to have to involve your family in this matter, Miss di Lucia. The fact is, you will need to travel through dangerous territory to reach your target, and your expertise may prove vital - your clan has always proved discreet and efficient in the past.\"\n\nHer gaze returns to the group.\n\n\"Two days ago a lifeform claiming to be the seer Johannes Makadam made psychic contact with one of my chief advisors. This claim is highly doubtful, of course, but I am assured that the clarity of the message indicates that the mind was a skilled psychic at the very least.\"\n\nThe Lady pauses for a moment, and takes a glass, motioning for the rest of you to do so.\n\n\"The brief link did not allow many questions to be asked. The man claims to be a subject of one of the deep decks clans, the Valenzetti. He expressed ethical discomfort with their use of his ablities and requested our aid. While he does not believe his life is in immediate danger, he is in very poor health. Beyond his general location, which you will be briefed on later, that was all the information we recieved.\n\n\"As we are technically at war with the Valenzetti, over their conquest of the Mallory craftsmen, we are unable to send any of our own agents. You will be able to enter their territory without drawing an immediate military response. You will then locate this man and escort him to friendly territory for debriefing and medical care.\n\n\"Any questions?\"\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nYou have all heard of Makadam. He is believed to have died 12 years ago after a group of raiders attacked his travelling group. His predictions were vague, and focused on Eternity's \"promised land\". Many people doubted their accuracy, but he was an objectively brilliant psychic.\n "
},
{
"author": "tsuyoshikentsu",
"message": " Jenni \n\n\"Craftsmen?\" Jenni says, frowning. \"What kind of craftsmen are we talking here?\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'm assuming she hasn't heard of them.\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Miran \n \"Neutrality only extends so far, either for myself as a Medical, or the CdL. If caught, it will break the neutrality quite harshly. For myself, I can't see too much of an issue, realistically. I might be relegated back to the backrooms of the med facilities. I am not sure of the ramifications for CdL though.\" \n\nMiran pauses here, thinking for a moment.\n\n \"Who would you have lead us, then? I could at least use the excuse that a mind in pain contacted myself, and I hired a CdL as a bodyguard while I went looking.\" \n\nMiran looks to the others at the table. \"If you know the area, you could be guides as well.\" \n\nMiran then frowns. \"I am not sure how far that excuse would stretch, especially once we came close to the mind that contacted your adviser. Once it was discovered exactly who we were looking for, I doubt they would let him go easily.\" "
},
{
"author": "tsuyoshikentsu",
"message": " Jenni \n\nJenni winces. \"It's a little worse for us... I'm kind of Darwin's daughter. Anything I'm seen doing might attach straings to it. Although...\" She leans back, looks up, and taps a finger against her upper lip. \"If we get blown, I can say that I had no idea what was going on. Or maybe that I was rescuing Madakam for the good of all, etcetera. We can spin it, yeah. Ooh! Or that we feel solidarity with our oppressed workmen brothers. I don't know.\" She smiles, and the chair and her gaze come back down. \"We can spin this, yeah.\""
},
{
"author": "Trulhammaren",
"message": " Sabbath \n \"I may not know the area very well, but I may have a solution to your excuse problem. As I am sure most, if not all, of you know the Warlocks tend to move about the ship quite a bit. I'm pretty sure that I could talk my old man into letting me borrow a few jacket's with the Warlock insignia, that should be able to get us a good deal of the way to where we need to be if we can keep cool heads and stay out of the main areas. I'm sure I could come up with some kind of scientific jargon that will keep most of the people we might meet up with out of our hair.\" \n\nSabbath looks around the table at the assembled and notices the insignia of Clan Angel. And if that isn't to your liking, I could be helping our divine pilot friend with some kind of thing-a-ma-gig, and we could have hired the two of you to help out should medical or muscle be required. One never really knows what kind of beasties and malfunctioning robotics lie in waiting in some of the less visited areas of the ship.\" "
},
{
"author": "Extreme Bingo",
"message": "\"The Mallory Tribe were a group of deep-decks scavengers with a talent for engineering robots. Until a year ago we had a trading relationship with them; their creations increased efficiency in our hydroponics gardens immensely.\"\n\nAfter addressing that question she turns to the doctor. \"Resistance is a certainty; the Valenzetti lack the ability to extend their influence far from their own sectors, but in those areas security is believed to be high. In the event that the planned extraction seems impossible, there is a small hangar bay in the vicinity that may provide an alternative.\"\n\n\"Your payment will of course factor the risk involved.\""
},
{
"author": "Meshakhad",
"message": " Jacob Valson \n \"If there's a hangar nearby, I suggest we use that as our primary extraction plan. I could wait outside in a launch, then you guys simply have to open the hangar doors.\" \nA thought comes over him, followed by a smile.\n \"Or, if any of you have flight skills, I could wait outside in my fighter , and provide escort - not to mention, I would solve the problem of the hangar doors pretty easily.\" \n \n Spoiler \nI'm assuming that since we were recommended by our clans, this operation has clan approval, even if it's below the table. Specifically, would I be able to use my fighter for this op?\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Miran \n \"Is there a way to disable their security then? As much as I wish to rush in and help those who need healing, I understand the requirement of making sure I'm alive when all is said and done. I'm a fair hand with computers, but if we have a dedicated expert I'd rather have them work that side of it.\" "
},
{
"author": "Trulhammaren",
"message": " Sabbath \n Why not use the hangar as our insertion point as well, unless its a operational bay. That would cut travel time as well as give us an easier time with security matters. Speaking of the security, don't worry about it. I'm not much of a fighter, so I try to make sure I'm off radar as much as possible. If the insertion point idea is a no-go, I have some piloting experience and this nifty vehicle link, so I could probably get us out of there if we went via the Angel in waiting plan.\" "
},
{
"author": "tsuyoshikentsu",
"message": " Jenni \n\n\"I for one vote for the Warlock idea,\" she says, shaking her head. \"No offense to the Angels, but I'd rather they and not I get dosed with rads. Besides, we might end up in the middle of one of those asteroid battles, and I don't think anyone wants to be there.\""
},
{
"author": "Meshakhad",
"message": " Jacob Valson \n\nAt Jenni's comment about radiation, Jacob opened up a compartment in his flight suit, and pulled out a handful of neutrad injectors.\n \"I have plenty for everyone.\" "
},
{
"author": "Meshakhad",
"message": "(OOC: Bump!)\n\nIC:\n\n Jacob Valson \n \"As for the concern about asteroid dogfights, I understand your concern. However, one of these would certainly be preferable to fighting our way through the decks. Traversing the length of the ship would take very little time - less than a minute.\" "
},
{
"author": "Meshakhad",
"message": "(OOC: Um, why is nobody posting? I know that everyone's been online, but I'm the only one who's posted in the last 24 hours?)"
},
{
"author": "Extreme Bingo",
"message": "Calling over her attendant, Madame Komorov motions to listen. The aging man removes a small computer from his pocket, a rare pre-contact model, and taps for a few seconds on the screen. He passes the device to the matriarch, who scans the data before beginning to talk.\n\n\"According to pre-war reports, Valenzetti security is based mostly on outdated fire and riot control systems. While they have doubtless improved their technology recently, we do not believe they have the resources for full-scale retrofitting. A sufficiently skilled technician should be able to bypass the majority of their security. That is, after all, why we contacted the Warlock clan.\"\n\nThe Lady pauses for a second while her attendant taps on the device again.\n\n\"As for the landing bay, it is located within Valenzetti territory. Records show it origionally housed a number of small recon shuttles. Currently, the bay is used for commercial purposes - it is the base of operations of 2 trading shuttles. Arriving via space may draw more attention than travelling through the ship herself, but with a sufficient cover story you would not be obstructed from entry.\"\n\n\"Do you have any further questions?\"\n\n\n\n[OOC: Yeah, this operation is being taken with your superiors permission - only you have been told the whole story though. They have also been promised insurance if you are crippled or killed.]"
},
{
"author": "Meshakhad",
"message": " Jacob Valson \n \"If this is a commercial hangar, then I have a new strategy. We use a fast freighter. I would pose as an Angel merchant carrying metals, gaining easy access to the hangar bay. If we were to quickly seize control of the hangar - something that Miss di Lucia could probably handle - we could disable their security systems from their. We then locate and extract the psychic from the hangar bay. If their security systems are down, we won't need to worry about being pursued.\" "
},
{
"author": "tsuyoshikentsu",
"message": " Jenni \n\nJenni shakes her head. \"The problem I see with anything involving us landing in the hanager bay is that the minute we open fire and someone outside hears us, they open the bay doors and decompress us into the black. Exiting through the hangar is a good option, but going both ways probably isn't.\"\n\nShe strokes her gun thoughtfully as she speaks. \"I say we combine all the options. We go in disguised as Warlocks, bypass their security, grab our guy, high-tail it to a hanger, and fly back here. Anything goes wrong, we blast people from here to the upper decks.\""
},
{
"author": "Meshakhad",
"message": " Jacob Valson \n \"The problem with exiting via the hangar is that I don't know if we'll be able to override the security procedures on their ships.\" He looks at Madam Kamarov. \"Madam, do we have any intel on the security procedures on their shuttles?\" "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Miran \n \"While it is not my forte, I have some skill in computer use beyond the standard. I could be of some use there, if we need to co-ordinate efforts.\" "
},
{
"author": "Trulhammaren",
"message": " Sabbath \n For a pilot he doesn't pay much attention to things... Sabbath idly taps her finger on the table. \" If they are still using outdated security systems to protect the brunt of the area, I'm willing to bet that any security protocols on board a shuttle wouldn't be difficult to hack. Not to mention, most protocols are pretty easy to begin with.\" Sabbath thinks for a moment. \"If that still isn't to your liking you could always fake a plasma leak or something and get in that way. But in either case I would need to get in the hangar one way or another unless we can find an access panel elsewhere; can't very well disable much of anything with out that.\" "
},
{
"author": "Meshakhad",
"message": " Jacob Valson \n \"In that case, I endorse Jenni's proposal. We infiltrate via the decks, disguised as Warlocks, then exit via the hangar.\" "
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"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "The Map:\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n\nI'm going to go with the map of Rome, because I'm not a particularly skilled cartographer. Northern England is the last hold-out of the fey and the \"pagan\" elves and halflings. Scandinavia and Eastern Europe are a frozen sheet of ice, a side-effect of the last great war with the ancient wizards (according to legend, when they were about to lose the war, they pooled all of their power to trap the land in ice, so the invaders would forever be denied access to their secrets). Those few who have made their way across the great glacier have traveled across a great deal of frozen tundra, until they finally found the homeland of the gnomes, great alchemists and inventors.\n\nThe southern continent is a vast uninhabitable desert. There are a few cities on the northern shore, but the desert to the south is treacherous, and none have succeeded in crossing it.\n\nPast what we call the middle east is a great swamp, full of evil creatures. No-one has successfully traveled through the swamp or made peaceful contact with the savage humanoids that dwell within the swamp.\n\nThis adventure begins in England, an area where there are many who still sympathize with the pagans and still respect and fear the power of the fey equally to the power of the church.\n\nYou are currently in the small village of Rosenfield, a town within a day's travel of the Wall of Antonius.\n\nEDIT: The homeland of the gnomes is not China, but that section of land between the caspian and the black sea, to the north of those mountains. No-one has gone as far as China.\n\nIf you have any questions about an area, feel free to ask and I will make something up for you.\n\nThe Heroes:\n\n Seribro \n Reym "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "With a soft smile on his face, Seribro wished Renkinna a good morning and asked for his breakfast. Along with a mug of ale he sat down at one of the tables and made himself more comftable. He had little plans for the day so perhaps he wood take a strawl along the creek in a bit. Would he require his swords for that? Most likely not. But then again, the church was moving onward and although unlikely, it was not unthinkable that he would run into a scouts party. Better safe then sorry. And it was a nice day for some out door practicing. The passion came naturally and chivalry part of personality. But technic was something one had to train and maintain. And he couldn't really deny he enjoyed the feeling of putting the blade into motion and then to feel the weight of the steel taking over and actually guiding the hand instead by sheer momentum.\nAs usual Seribro began loosing himself to daydreaming once again. But what did it matter? It was sunday, and a beautiful one at that."
},
{
"author": "OverWilliam",
"message": " Reym \n\nStill in his room, Reym examined himself in front of a small, wall-hanging mirror. His wounds were healing nicely; the gouge from the front of his chest all the way over his left shoulder and partway down his back was just turning the pink of skin healing. The pockmark under his right arm, on the other hand, didn't look quite as good; the huge splinter that had been removed from there must've soiled it before they could get it out. He sighed. In his experience, that meant more pain, and longer healing time.\n\nHe was interrupted by the toll of the breakfast bell. He was staying in Renkinna's inn, and so he followed Renkinna's rules. Renkinna's rules sometimes had a way of changing without your noticing, but there was one rule in particular that would never change; Food. In that one word lay the traditions of that inn since before its current owner was born and probably for a full century before that. Much, much more than the literal meaning of the word, it held the universally understood laws of the Inn regarding cuisine. The Food will be delicious. The Food will be plentiful. The Food will be on time-- and you'd better be too. Those who cook The Food will respect it, and those who eat The Food will respect those who cook it. There is never too much Food. The list went on. But most relevant to him at that moment was the fact that all those disrespectful and foolhardy enough to be late to any meal would be dealt with in the most severe way a hobbit knew how; dish duty. Though he knew that Renkinna always ended up breaking down and sending the unlucky soul off to do more appealing chores while she finished the dishes herself, he did not want to anger the powers that be, and he always enjoyed the marvelous fare at the inn and did not especially want to be any later than he had to be.\n\nThrowing on a soft, homespun shirt on his way down the stairs, he hurried off to the dining hall to join the jovial morning bustle."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Picture of Renkinna:\n \n Spoiler \n \nYes, she has blue hair, but this is not unusual for halflings in this setting (halflings are descended from the Fey)\n \n\n\nRenkinna walks out of the kitchen carrying a tray of ham and cheese sandwiches, and a pitcher full of a dark bitter gnomish drink. It tastes horrible, but it pries your eyes open. After she sets the tray on the common table, she walks up to Reym.\n\n \"I have some errands to run today. Could you keep an eye on things for me until I get back? Thanks, I appreciate it\" \n\nWith that, she heads out. She is gone for several hours. She did not say when she would be back, but you are beginning to worry, as it is getting into the afternoon, and she there isn't anything set out for lunch. Renkinna isn't the type to forget something like that, which leads you to believe that she didn't plan on being gone this long."
},
{
"author": "OverWilliam",
"message": " Reym \n\nReym stood on the roof of the inn looking out in all directions from the peaceful tavern in search of the bright blue hair and cheerful dress of their beloved inn proprietor. Where a beautiful summer's day had been before, thunderclouds were beginning to form on the horizon. Never himself able to distinguish chance from omen, Reym was nonetheless filled with foreboding at the extended 'errand run' this day of all days.\n\nSome of Renkinna's hired hands and trusted pupils had taken it upon themselves to put lunch together from what she had told them of her plans and the little preparation that she had done beforehand, but the air was heavy with doubt. To be sure the little woman was the heart of the inn, and even though they did not know for certain that anything was amiss, they could all sense it. Something was definitely wrong."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "As day turns to night, and the clouds begin to darken over Rosenfield, a halfling man enters the inn. He has the look of a hunter about him. \"Is Renkinna about? I was expecting her to come by today.\" "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": " Seribro shoke his head and looked around for a servant to ask.\n I haven't seen her myself since this morning. I have been out in the woods most of the day, but when I returned it were her servants that were making dinner, its nothing like her to miss a meal or have someone else cook it for her. They did say she was out, but... You think something might have happened to her? \nHe scratched his arm for a moment, something he always did when he was feeling a bit nervous. He did not have a deep bond or anything with Renkinna, but he did like her a lot simply for being who she was."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"That is not good. We should form a search party. She won't do well in this weather without shelter. Who will come with me?\" "
},
{
"author": "OverWilliam",
"message": " Reym \n \"You have my aid. But answer one question; who are you to her that you would head out into what appears to be a gathering storm on little more than unusual behavior?\" "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": " \"I'm in. And what he is to her... Well lets not get involved to much into their private lives shall we? what happens in a halflings bedroom is not mend to be shared with tall folk such as us, don't you agree? Now, if she was heading for your be - ahem - homestead, what route would she have been taking?\" \nSeribro finishes up buckling his swordbelts and does his best to get his face back into a more serious frown."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "The hunter's face turns a bright shade of red. \"It isn't anything like that! We-we're just friends! I was worried is all! I don't know which way she would have taken. We should ask around in town first, and try to find out who has seen her last.\" \n\nWith that, he heads out the front door, fumbling a bit at the door, as he is quite flustered at the moment. He manages to compose himself as he picks up his bow and quiver at the door, and head into the marketplace.\n\n~\n\nThe shops seem to be closing up for the day by the time you get to the market. There are a few shops that are still open. A soldier is impatiently standing barefoot outside of a cobbler's storefront. There is a man with a cart making his way along the path towards you, with a few baskets of fruit. The halfling walks up to the man with the cart.\n\n \"Hello, have you seen Renkinna about? She's one of my kind, with blue hair, and a crescent moon hairpin.\" \n \"Ah, Renkinna. Yes, she bought a basket of apples from me this morning. Haven't seen her for hours though.\" The merchant replies.\n\nReym:\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou notice the soldier quickly slip something into his pocket as he overhears the halfling speaking.\n \n\n\nSeribro:\n \n Spoiler \n\nThat soldier overheard the conversation, and you are fairly certain he knows something, something he feels guilty about.\n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Seribro puts up a gentle smile and walks over to the soldier standing alone.\n \"Good day sir. Could you spare us a minute? We are looking for a friend of ours that has gone missing. She is a halfling about this high, blue hair with a nice moonshaped hairpin, going by the name of Renkinna. Seen her lately by any chance?\" \n \n Spoiler \nready action: if he tries to run for it, grab him by the arm or uniform. if not possible, then chase him.\n "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"No, I haven't seen anyone that matches that description today. Is there anything else I can help you with, citizen?\" \n\nYou can both easily tell that this guy is nervous, and probably lying. He knows something."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": " \"Really? You did not catch up anything about her? That is odd cause you see, I could have sworn you turned explicitly our direction as we mentioned it to the merchant. And why, if I may be so bolt to ask, are you not wearing any shoes today? Is that part of the new uniform?\" \nWith an amused expression on his face, his eyes turn down to the soldiers feet.\n \"Or perhaps they needed some cooling air? Is that it? Did it become to hot beneath your feet?\" "
},
{
"author": "OverWilliam",
"message": " Reym \n\nTaking full advantage of his companion's confrontation and the soldier's attempt to hide his panic, Reym made his way around behind the soldier all but completely unnoticed; in fact, the only person who truly did note his move was Seribro himself. Carefully edging his way closer, the nimble-fingered thief slipped his fingers into the soldier's pocket after the item he seemed to want them not to see...\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+8)[ 26 ] VS DC20\n "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "@Reym\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou pull out a moon shaped golden hairpin.\n \n\n \"I'm barefoot because this cobbler has my shoes. The only reason I'm even in town is to get the repaired. Now go away, before I run you in for disturbing the peace!\" He places his hand on his longsword.\n\nIt begins to rain .\n\nHere is a rough map:\nJust copy the stuff in spoiler, and post if here , to get the map.\n \n Spoiler \n\n*BEGIN 0 0 rs 0\n*s 5 -5q 44 rs 0 *s 0 -5j 32 rs 0 *s 8 7p 2z rs 0 *s -3 -6p 3r\n@rs 0 R *s -3 -7h 2n rs 0 S *s -3 -68 4j rs 0 H *s 8 8c 3n rs 0 *s\n@8 71 2y rs 0 *s 8 5u 6f ij 0 *s 8 6d 5o qh 0 *s -1 3c 2o rs 0 0\n@2w 2o 3c 2o 3c 1k 2o 1k 2o 2o 34 2o *s -1 5c 1o rs 0 0 2o 1o 2o\n@-c 4o -c 4o k 5c k 5c 1o 2o 1o *s -1 50 3c rs 0 0 30 1c 50 1c 50\n@3c 30 3c 30 1c *s -1 5c 4c rs 0 0 2o 30 4o 30 4o 3o 5c 4c 2o 4c\n@2o 30 *s -1 20 20 rs 0 0 20 -o 20 20 o 20 o -1c 20 -1c 20 -g *s\n@-1 20 3o rs 0 0 0 1o 20 1o 20 3o 0 3o 0 1o *s -1 20 5c rs 0 0 0\n@3c 20 3c 20 5c 0 5c 0 3c *s -3 77 3a rs 0 S *s -3 8h 40 rs 0 R *s\n@-3 7t 39 rs 0\n*END -o2fllp\n "
},
{
"author": "OverWilliam",
"message": " Reym \n\nHalf shocked and half grimly unsurprised, Reym glared down at the simple, but all too familiar hairpin in his palm with a solemn 'I thought as much' expression on his face. Holding it up behind the soldier's shoulder for Seribro to see, he shot him a ' Sure enough ' look and waited for him to decide what to do next."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Seribro's eye catches the crescent moon but he doesn't allow his eyes to actually focus on it, fearing the soldier would notice it.\n \"Disturbing the peace you say? Good man, all I did was ask some questions. There is no law against such a thing, now is there? Neither did I threathen you in any way. Oh and just so that were on the same page, drawing a weapon would be a very unwise idea. Not a threat either, just good advise. Not that such advise is really necessary, seeing that were both civilized gentleman. I mean, it is not that I believe a good sir such as yourself would ever do anything to a defenceless little lady. I just hope that your willing to fulfil your duty as a protector of the people and help us find out what happened to her. I mean surely a proud and righteous soldier such as yourself would not hesitate to join the search when a person in his town has gone missing, am I right? Now come and tell us what has happened.\" \nSeribro's face remains friendly through out the entire argumentation, but at the last sentence it changes very subtle as to add a bit of 'I'm serious' to it all."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"Well, I'm not about to go traipsing about barefoot in the rain looking for some feykin. If you want to waste your time looking, be my guest, but I'm not going to help you.\" \n\nWith that, he turns to step inside the cobbler's shop."
},
{
"author": "OverWilliam",
"message": " Reym \n\nReym sauntered forward to Seribro. \"'Some feykin'? There's as many halflings in this town as any other. Some City Guard.\" Rey did not bother to disguise his disgust. \"At any rate, we know he's in this somehow, he's in up to his neck.\" He shot a glare after the retreating soldier. \"What do you want to do with it?\" "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "You hear the door to the cobbler's shop get slammed shut by the wind as the guard enters the store. The halfling that was with you walks up.\n\n \"So, did the guard know anything?\" "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": " He knows plenty al right. But it seems he will not answer us nicely. Lets try a some more direct approach, shall we? \nThe sound of metal sliding against metal rings through the shop as Seribro draws the white hilted bastard sword. Then he enters the shop right after the soldier.\n I tried to be polite, sir. But not only do I dislike your lying, I despise even more the way you talk about our friend. \nSeribro places his swordtip on the mans shoulder to put some more wieght behind his words.\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+7)[ 27 ] touch attack, no damage\n \n\n My friend here found her hairpin in your pocket. Where did you get that hairpin? No more lies or I will do something to you that I will one day regret most likely. "
},
{
"author": "OverWilliam",
"message": " Reym \n\nReym attempted to protest against the ill-advised method of approaching the man in public but was too late. Muttering a druidic curse under his breath, he rushed into the shop with a hasty \"Keep anyone else from coming in the shop, ok?\" to their ranger friend, and was inside. Immediately hurrying over to the terrified cobbler, he tried his best to keep the man from panicing and calling the rest of the City Guard down on them. \"Do not be alarmed-- this man is connected with the disappearance of our good friend. We need to learn all we can about her as quickly as we can, and that is all we will do.\" He sent a glare at Seribro's back. \"Isn't that right, friend? \" he said, carefully avoiding the man's name. \"If everyone co-operates --\" he shot at the guardsman, \" No one will be hurt. \" "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"You dare threaten an officer of the church! You are under arrest!\" He draws his sword and takes a swing at Seribro.\n To-Hit: (1d20+4)[ 17 ] Dmg: (1d8+1)[ 8 ] \n That will be 2 non-lethal, thanks to your leather armor, and 6 lethal dmg \n\nThe Initiative Order:\nGuard\nReym\nHunter\n Unless you shout for help, he stays by the door. \nCobbler\n \"Please don't hurt me, I'm just a humble craftsman,\" he whimpers as he hides under a table. \nSeribro\n\nNote: Picture an \"adventures of robin hood\" era english guard, and that is what this guy looks like. Guy in Chainmail, with longsword."
},
{
"author": "OverWilliam",
"message": " Reym \n\nReym spat another curse and dove in to attack the soldier. Constantly aware of the danger of reinforcements, he quickly decided that the only realistic course of action was to quickly subdue the soldier before he could summon help."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Seribro gracefully places one foot a step back and catches the blade of his opponent on the guard of his own weapon. He pushes it aside takes in a swing himself\n attack roll: (1d20+7)[ 24 ] , damage (1d10+4)[ 9 ] \n \n Spoiler \nmy AC is 18, I use the \"armor\" spot on the AC calculation for hero's defense bonus rather then AC from armor, so its valid. And you cant claim I'm flat-footed, I allready made an attack before he even drew his weapon, even though that one was a touchattack without damage\n \n \n\nThe quick response probably caught the soldier out of balance for it easily surpassed his defence and managed to get a clean hit against his flank.\n\n Surrender now and we will spare you. You are outnumbered and outclassed and will find little love for your church in this village. We mean you no real harm, but you know more about what happened to our friend. Speak up and we will let you go. Remain silent and your hand will never wield a sword again. \n Edit: sorry, meant flank as in his side. English is not my native language and typos are easily made "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"You'll have to do better than that!\" The guard seems rather stalwart, and seems to shrug off your blow better than you would expect. He makes a wild lunge forward at Seribro.\n\n To-Hit: (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \nDamage: (1d8+1)[ 7 ] \n That will be 2 non-lethal, 5 lethal damage, as he stabs for your heart, and you knock his blow aside, although not with enough finesse to avoid the tip of the blade cutting into your forearm. \n\nThe Initiative Order:\nGuard\nReym\nHunter\nUnless you shout for help, he stays by the door.\nCobbler\nThe cobbler continues to hide under the table.\nSeribro\n\n OOC: I'll let that fly for now, but you'll be rolling intiative for future dramatic gestures that give you a mechanical advantage. What is a flan? I put the defense bonus in the misc. slot on my character sheets. Also, he doesn't seem to be parrying so much as relying on his armor to protect him (low defense bonus and all from being a minion) "
},
{
"author": "OverWilliam",
"message": " Reym \n\nFinally seeing what he wanted to see, the guard in a fit of overconfidence and 'righteous' fury, stepped away from the wall that had been protecting his flank since the fight began. Reym exercised little caution in moving around behind him, knowing that because of his own lack of personal interference with the guard, he probably had not really classified him as a threat to begin with. Seribro had done all of the antagonizing that the guard had taken offense with, and Seribro would continue to be the focus of the guard's attention. Counting on the guard's single minded attention, he attacked the guard from behind...\n\n To hit: (1d20+3)[ 19 ] (1d20+3)[ 18 ] Dmg: (1d4-2)[ 1 ] (1d4-2)[ 2 ] Sneak Attack: (1d6)[ 4 ] (1d6)[ 5 ] \n \n Spoiler \nThe damage rolls went weird somehow... I copied in the results of the below formula rolled in the other thread.\n Dmg: [roll]1d4-2[/roll] [roll]1d4-2[/roll] Sneak Attack: [roll]1d6[/roll] [roll]1d6[/roll]\n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "As Seribro notices Reym stroll by, then suddenly turn around to join the fight, he can not help but show a slim grin.\n \"Your armor may protect your skin and your swordhand more capable then I thought, but to think you stand much of a chance would be foolish non the less. Why do you refuse to tell us what we wish to know?\" \n attack (1d20+9)[ 12 ] , damage (1d10+4)[ 5 ] \nWith a little to much enthusiasm, Seribro takes a second swing. This time blade merely scrapes the rings without actually hurting the soldier even the least. Silently he curses for his lack of concentration. Surely he couldn't blame the scratch on his arm for it. If such a minor annoyance could influence his swordplay, then how would he ever hope to beat the ranks of the church?"
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "Reym steps up behind the guard and brings the pommel of his dagger down hard on the guard's helmet. With his other hand, he drives another dagger into the small of the guard's back. The dagger doesn't cut through the maille, but the guard still cries out in pain, and swings wildly at Reym with his longsword.\n\n To Hit: (1d20+4)[ 13 ] \nDmg: (1d8+1)[ 3 ] "
},
{
"author": "OverWilliam",
"message": " Reym \n\nPredicting a fierce and near immediate retaliation, Reym was semi-prepared for the guard's vengeful responce. Catching the blade on one of his daggers, he was barely able to redirect the explosive force to one side. Only the sheer weight of the attack kept him from deflecting it entirely; as it stood, the longsword still caught him in the shoulder on its way down. Wincing as the blade seared down the side of his arm, he still thanked his lucky stars that it had not landed a more substantial blow. Then, noticing that the guard was painfully vulnerable as a result of overextending his attack, he struck out with full force against his exposed forearm in hopes of making him drop his weapon...\n\n To Hit: (1d20+3)[ 10 ] +2 (1d20+3)[ 19 ] +2 <forgot flank bonus... Dmg: (1d4-2)[ 1 ] (1d4-2)[ 1 ] "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "As the guard reacts on Reyms stab from behind, Seribro makes use of the opening and tries another strike at the mans side.\n attack (1d20+9)[ 21 ] , damage (1d10+4)[ 5 ] \nThe blade makes a clean connection, but misses the force to deal true damage, which isn't really a big deal since they do need the guard alive.\n \"Why do you continue to resist? All we want is that you tell us what we need to know!\" "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"Why do you care! She'd just a damned heretic feykin! You'll face the gallows or worse for helping her!\" \n\nHe lashes out at Reym with his longsword.\n\n (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \n (1d8+1)[ 8 ] \n\nHis seems weak and bloodied, and you doubt he can last much longer fighting the two of you. "
},
{
"author": "OverWilliam",
"message": "Reym~\n\nEven in the midst of battle, Reym still caught the guard's remark. 'Heretic feykin?' Just how much had the Church found out about Renkinna? And on top of that, how much had they simply made up? The guard wheezed for breath, and Reym threw a concerned glance over his shoulder at Seribro. We need to take this man alive. \n\nNo longer attacking with his blades, Reym tightened his fists a round the handles of his daggers and punched the soldier in the face.\n\n To Hit: (1d20+3)[ 8 ] Dmg: (1d3)[ 2 ] "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": " \"Don't worry, I'm not planning on killing him.\" \nSeribro replies as his face turns grim. He parries another slash of the opponent and then swiftly steps in to deliver a final crushing blow against his helmet\n \nattack (1d20+7)[ 27 ] damage (1d10+4)[ 12 ] \nconfirmation: 8; secondary damage: none due to miss \nThe blade connects perfectly but Seribro manages to hold back just enough not to split skull in half. Never the less, some blood is most most certainly seen and a light concussion is not exactly unthinkable.\n\n \n Spoiler \nArmors lend damage conversion, remember? Since he is wearing a chain shirt, 4 points of every strike are converted to non-lethal damage. But it also allows him to ignore 4 points of non-lethal damage. This said, hacking at him with the sharp of our blades will not kill him but merely render him unconscious while battering him with pommels and/or the flats of our swords won't bother him at all.\n "
},
{
"author": "OverWilliam",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nFirst off, so effectively, except for my sneak attack, I've been doing non-lethal damage the whole time? Interesting. Of course my character wouldn't know that or act on it, but until I level up and get a strength modifier on my daggers I can do almost as much damage unarmed as I can otherwise. 🫤\n\nSecond, according to Skjaldbakka's post in the other thread, italics are supposed to show internal thoughts, so your character wasn't meant to hear that. 😉\n "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " OOC thread \n\nThe guard reels from the force of your blow, and tries to force his way past Seribro to the door.\n\n Seribro's AoO: (1d20+7)[ 24 ] Dmg: (1d10+4)[ 6 ] \nReym's AoO: (1d20-1)[ 19 ] Dmg: (1d6)[ 3 ] + (1d4)[ 1 ] \n\nOverrun Attempt:\nguard: (1d20+1)[ 7 ] \nSeribro: (1d20+3)[ 23 ] \n\nI'm assuming that Seribro doesn't get out of the way. \n\nSeribro throws the guard to the ground, and kicks away his sword."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Seribro puts the tip of his blade to rest on the floor and stares down at the soldier in front of him.\n \"Now that the formalities are over, perhaps we could move on to the matter at hand. If memory serves me, you were just about to tell us what you know about the hafling. You had her hairpin, what has happened to her?\" "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"Alright, I'll talk. I had orders to capture the halfling woman you're looking for. So we came into town looking for her. We found her, knocked her out, and handed her over to the Inquisitor. He's probably left town already.\" \n OOC: Inquisitors are bad news. They are sanctioned magic users that hunt down heretics and others the church wants to dispose of. If you have knowledge local, religion, nobility, or history, you can roll it to see if you know more. "
},
{
"author": "OverWilliam",
"message": " Reym \n\nReym tucked the account away for later scrutiny and turned to the questions he was mulling over.\n \"Who do the Inquisitors report to?\"\n\"What were the specific charges that Ren-- the halfling was arrested for?\"\n\"Exactly how long ago did all this happen?\"\n\"Why did you end up with the hairpin?\" \n OOC: Each of these questions are to be asked in sequence after getting the answer to the previous, I figure it will be a lot faster than going through all the posts individually... "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"Who do the Inquisitors report to?\" \n \"The Inquisitors report to leaders of the church\" \n \"What were the specific charges that Ren-- the halfling was arrested for?\" \n \"I don't know. The Inquisitor told us to capture the halfling, and so we did.\" \n \"Exactly how long ago did all this happen?\" \n \"A couple of hours past noon. We captured her as she was leaving the village.\" \n \"Why did you end up with the hairpin?\" \n \"I figured I could sell it. It wasn't going to do her any good once the Inquisitors were done with her.\" "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "A frown appeared on Seribro's face. THis soldier may not have been that muh of a challenge, but an inquisitor... This could mean real trouble.\n \"Where is the inquisitor taking her?\" "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"I don't know.\" "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Seribro's face turns grim and he stands up a bit higher, lifting his sword from the ground and pointing it towards the soldiers throat.\n \"Wrong answer, try again. And this time think a little harder or the cobbler will have a new pair of boots for sale.\" "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"Ok!, OK!- He's going south, to the church elders in Timberdale\" \n\nSeribro: \n Spoiler \nYou can tell he in fact has no idea, and is just making something up so you won't kill him. That is probably his best guess as to where the Inquisitor might be taking Renkinna.\n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Seribro nods a bit. It was better then nothing. He places the sword back resting on its tip in front of his feet, relaxing a bit again.\n \"Alright, fair enough. One last question though and then we'll let you go. Where did you guys make the arrest?\" "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"We found her on a trail into the forest. I can show you if you want.\" \n\nIt occurs to you that if you let this guy live, he can reveal your identity to the church, but if you kill him, there are two townsfolk that know you are last person to talk to him."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Seribro looks aside to Reym as to ask what he thinks of it. Seribro himself gives a little shrug with his shoulders with a nonchalant expression telling Reym \"I'll agree if you do too.\""
},
{
"author": "OverWilliam",
"message": " Reym \n\nReym thought about it for a moment. I don't like this. This man certainly doesn't look like a tracker. Wherever he takes us, we won't know where we're going until after we get there-- for all we know, he could march us into an army outpost. Then again, if Renkinna was doing something in the forest, we need to know about it. Reym nodded reluctantly. \"You're going to show us, but we do it our way.\" He said, an edge of steel to his voice. He nodded at the cobbler. \"He's keeping your boots. If you'll recall your earlier comment, 'I'm not about to go traipsing about barefoot in the rain looking for some feykin'? Well that's exactly what you're going to do. If you are telling us the truth, then you will live to come back for them.\" "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": " \"Fine. Its not like I have much choice in the matter\" \n\nHe will then slowly stand up, and walk towards the door."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nsense motive to see if he is planning on trying anything 'funny' (1d20+5)[ 14 ] \n \n\n\nSeribro picks up the soldiers sword and follows him to the door. To the shoe-craftsman he says in a reassuring voice \"Don't worry, as long as he doesn't try to pull our leg, he will come back in one piece to collect those boots.\" "
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "You don't pick up on anything. He leads you along a path that runs out of town into the forest. After a while he stops. \"This is the place\" "
},
{
"author": "OverWilliam",
"message": " Reym \n\nFinally, they arrived. \"Good. What was she doing?\" Still trying to be wary of a betrayal, Reym still couldn't help his curiosity. This was still a pretty out-of-the-way place, and yet Renkinna had needed something here. Knowing full well the little halfling's plucky underground resistance against the church, the rogue held both personal and practical interest in what she might have been doing..."
},
{
"author": "Skjaldbakka",
"message": "OK. This game isn't working out for me. I just don't have the time. Sorry to disapoint."
}
] |
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{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 22: Naked Dave vs. Grez \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n All combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": "Acknowledging the thread.\n\nWill post back later with initiative and such."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "the same here...do you think you can take on Psychodelia ? because I have a tactic...but need to beat you first..."
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": "Initiative:\n\n (1d20+7)[ 26 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "Oh look ! I got a +10 bonus on my init because Dave scored last night !\n\nNo way to beat that 26... go 4 it..."
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Grez - Round 1 \n\nWith Spear in Hand, Grez moves to Q14.\n\nThere he casts a spell.\n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nCasting True Strike...notice a trend here...😉\nSwift Action: Activate Travel Devotion\n \n\n\nEnd my turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation - Q14\nHP: 8/8\nAC:18 Touch: 13 FF: 15\nSpears (3/3)\nJavelins (4/4)\nTravel Devotion (1/10)\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \nLevel 0 - Virtue, Guidance, Guidance\nLevel 1 - Shield of Faith, Entropic Shield, True Strike (D) -x\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": " Naked Dave \n\nDouble-move to G16"
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Grez - Round 2 \n\nFree Action: Shift.\nMove Action: Move to I14.\nStandard Action: Throw the Spear\n Attack - (1d20+25)[ 40 ] (+4 Dex, +1 PbS, +20 True Strike)\n Damage - (1d8+5)[ 9 ] (+4 Str, +1PbS)\nSwift Action: Move to H10.\n\nEnd my Turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation - H10\nHP: 8/8\nAC:19 Touch: 14 FF: 15\nSpears (2/3)\nJavelins (4/4)\nTravel Devotion (2/10)\nShift (1/5)\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Virtue, Guidance, Guidance\nLevel 1 - Shield of Faith, Entropic Shield, True Strike (D) -x\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "For some reason, I already posted here, but no post is seen...Ah well...again:\n \nMove to G12 Scrap that.\nDoublemove to G10.\n\nI only have 3 HP, and an AC of 17, 18 for you, because of dodge.lets get this over with."
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Grez - Round 3 \n\nMove Action: Draw a Javelin\nSwift Action: Move to G16\nStandard Action: Throw the Javelin\n\n Attack - (1d20+5)[ 8 ] \n Damage - (1d6+5)[ 6 ] \n\nEnd my Turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation - G16\nHP: 8/8\nAC:19 Touch: 14 FF: 15\nSpears (2/3)\nJavelins (3/4)\nTravel Devotion (3/10)\nShift (2/5)\nSpells:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0 - Virtue, Guidance, Guidance\nLevel 1 - Shield of Faith, Entropic Shield, True Strike (D) -x\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": " Naked Dave: \n\nI belive you just triggered an AOO.\n\nAttack: (1d20+6)[ 23 ] \nDamage: (2d4+6)[ 12 ] \n\nOn my turn, I charge you from G10 to G16.\n\nAttack: (1d20+8)[ 18 ] \nDamage: (1d20+6)[ 14 ] \n\nAnd my AOO killed you..."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Ref Mav:\n\nAnd that's game I believe.\n\nNaked Dave is declared the winner and receives the gold and experience listed above."
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": "Woah...how did I trigger an AoO when you're in G10 and I moved from I14 to G16?"
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Re-read the action before that. I had to look for it too, but you did move to H10\n\n\n Grez - Round 2\n\nFree Action: Shift.\nMove Action: Move to I14.\nStandard Action: Throw the Spear\nAttack - (1d20+25)[40] (+4 Dex, +1 PbS, +20 True Strike)\nDamage - (1d8+5)[9] (+4 Str, +1PbS)\n Swift Action: Move to H10. "
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": "Bah...I thought I was in I14...oh well...\n\nGood game! I can't read!"
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "yay ! *dances* the second match won by AOO. And now excuse me, I need to face an abominable reject of nature in battle."
}
] |
[
{
"author": "warlock2000",
"message": "Now gathered together under Commander Lukus Rage's tent you have your first chance to meet him in person. He seems quite young for a man of his rank, he has brown hair and is dressed in Chain mail standing over a table. On the table lie numerous documents and map. Once everyone is gathered he looks up,\n\n \"Welcome everyone and thank you for coming to the summons we sent you. Now I understand that most of you are not part of any military. However, given the situation we are all in, General Kage and Prince Andrew ask that until we as a race are reestablished that you lend us your talents in doing so. I have been granted two things to accomplish it, first I can grant those who help extra food and water, as well as promise of payment when possible. Second, I have been given the ability to notify the Arcanum Storehouse of those not willing to help out their fellow man. So, who is willing to help?\" "
},
{
"author": "Dustfinger",
"message": "Mordoc ponders for a moment, then remembers that his father was killed by what forced the mages to move the city. He then stands and says with much vigor I will help. It's the least i can do for the ones who saved our lives, and the many innocent people of our city. "
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by warlock2000 \n Now gathered together under Commander Lukus Rage's tent you have your first chance to meet him in person. He seems quite young for a man of his rank, he has brown hair and is dressed in Chain mail standing over a table. On the table lie numerous documents and map. Once everyone is gathered he looks up,\n\n \"Welcome everyone and thank you for coming to the summons we sent you. Now I understand that most of you are not part of any military. However, given the situation we are all in, General Kage and Prince Andrew ask that until we as a race are reestablished that you lend us your talents in doing so. I have been granted two things to accomplish it, first I can grant those who help extra food and water, as well as promise of payment when possible. Second, I have been given the ability to notify the Arcanum Storehouse of those not willing to help out their fellow man. So, who is willing to help?\" \n \n\n Adishta Adhikara reporting for duty sir. I will of course be accompanying the expedition. "
},
{
"author": "Ephraim",
"message": "Cassandra McGregor's haughty voice emerges from somewhere near the front of the assembly. \"Food and water will tempt only those too weak to acquire it themselves. Money will attract the corrupt of heart. A passionate plea for the good of mankind will stir up the willing, but not necessarily the able. Your are fortunate that one such as I recognizes that the real opportunity of our plight is to make of oneself a hero of genuine mettle. I shall accept your charge and those who endeavour with me will return more valourous than they depart.\" "
},
{
"author": "Karaswanton",
"message": "Kiran Shurresh, Cleric of Pelor.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by warlock2000 \n Now gathered together under Commander Lukus Rage's tent you have your first chance to meet him in person. He seems quite young for a man of his rank, he has brown hair and is dressed in Chain mail standing over a table. On the table lie numerous documents and map. Once everyone is gathered he looks up,\n\n \"Welcome everyone and thank you for coming to the summons we sent you. Now I understand that most of you are not part of any military. However, given the situation we are all in, General Kage and Prince Andrew ask that until we as a race are reestablished that you lend us your talents in doing so. I have been granted two things to accomplish it, first I can grant those who help extra food and water, as well as promise of payment when possible. Second, I have been given the ability to notify the Arcanum Storehouse of those not willing to help out their fellow man. So, who is willing to help?\" \n \n\nBold'D is to help make my start a little more understandable.\n \n\n\nKiran addresses the commander, his voice is calculated, determined,stern, and even somewhat grim.\n\n \"You'll find I don't respond well to implied threats Commander. But, I do respond to those in need--which in these times would include most. I'll offer any assistance that is required, and falls within Church doctrine. My share of extra rations can be donated to the Church.\nI'll accept payment for operating costs and tithes.\n\nI propose we start this mission with a prayer, does anyone object?\n \n OOC: Can people please include character name and class at the beginning of their posts? I have a hard time keeping track sometimes. "
},
{
"author": "Mr. Friendly",
"message": " Ildrotha Dagonson - Warlock \n \"How thoughtful of you to ask for volunteers, Commander.\" Ildrotha says haughtily as he steps forward, \"I had been on my way to demand my inclusion in any exploration efforts when I recieved the summons. My glory...\" he pauses for half a moment as the arrogant smirk on his face recedes slightly before being replaced by wide, almost sinister grin, \"..that is, my family's glory will not be denied.\" \n\nIldrotha, clad in black studded leathers has a booming voice, seemingly too loud and too deep for a man of his size. He turns to face the rest of the peoples assebled in the tent, his gaze sweeping over all of them as he begins to speak again: \"I am Ildrotha Dagonson and I swear by the blood in my veins and the honor of my family's name that I shall destroy anything and anyone who gets in our people's way as we conquer this world and take what is rightfully ours!\" "
},
{
"author": "warlock2000",
"message": "Commander Rage expression seems to relax with the responses, he then looks around the tent before muttering to himself, \"One short\" .\n\nHe then turns his attention to you all, \"Let me begin with I am not attempting to threaten you. My orders about the food come from General Kage. However I welcome all of your support in this fight for survival. Yesterday I got a report of a small river was found North of here. The men said they would stay the night to rest. This morning their horse arrived without them. I would like the group of you to secure this site and report back after a couple of days. If the area is safe we will locate some others to begin to gather water and set up a settlement. We are desperate need of this water. Most people do not know this information but one of the 4 water storages was damaged in the travel to this world. Please accept my apology Kiran. I am use to motivating soldiers not men of the church.\" "
},
{
"author": "Karaswanton",
"message": " Kiran Shirash, NG cleric of Pelor \n\nKiran nods.\n\n Apology accepted Capitan. I'm ready to begin the mission whenever the rest of our team is available.\n\nI assume the information about the damaged water tank is classified. Ordinarily I'd oppose keeping such important information from the people, but we can't afford a panic in this situation. I think it's for the best, my lips are sealed.\n\nHopefully we can avert further crisis. I pray the scouts are still alive as well, but I am somewhat doubtful in this unfamiliar place. "
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by warlock2000 \n Commander Rage expression seems to relax with the responses, he then looks around the tent before muttering to himself, \"One short\" .\n\nHe then turns his attention to you all, \"Let me begin with I am not attempting to threaten you. My orders about the food come from General Kage. However I welcome all of your support in this fight for survival. Yesterday I got a report of a small river was found North of here. The men said they would stay the night to rest. This morning their horse arrived without them. I would like the group of you to secure this site and report back after a couple of days. If the area is safe we will locate some others to begin to gather water and set up a settlement. We are desperate need of this water. Most people do not know this information but one of the 4 water storages was damaged in the travel to this world. Please accept my apology Kiran. I am use to motivating soldiers not men of the church.\" \n \n\n Adishta Adhikara: \nHow long do we have to prepare? Do we have horses for our trip? "
},
{
"author": "Mr. Friendly",
"message": " Ildrotha Dagonson - Warlock \n\nFacing Adishta , \"We should leave immediately.\" he says with urgency. Then he adds with a thin smile: \"I doubt there are horses to spare, what do you think everyone's been eating?\" "
},
{
"author": "Dustfinger",
"message": " Mordoc Sikora - Ranger \n We need no horses, they should be left here in case they are needed. But we should leave at once if we wish to find these men, their trail fades with every word we speak. "
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": "Adishta:\n I guess were leaving right now. That's fine, everything I'll need is here already. "
},
{
"author": "warlock2000",
"message": " \"My apologies but there is a lack of horse at this time. You will all need to travel on foot.\" "
},
{
"author": "Ephraim",
"message": "Cass McGregor -- Dragon Shaman\n\nCassandra eyes up Mordoc. \"I might've reckoned you a tracker,\" she says. \"If I'm not mistaken, though, we weren't charged with finding the missing scouts. Lieutenant Rage has asked us to secure a source of fresh water.\" She turns her attention to the soldier at the head of the assembly. \"Am I correct, Lieutenant Rage, that rescuing the scouts is a secondary priority to obtaining water for the survivors?\" Before waiting for an answer, she shrugs haphazardly. \"In any case, this region is likely to be as hostile as any. I doubt they're even alive.\" "
},
{
"author": "warlock2000",
"message": "The commander seems withdrawn at the comment. \"Yes, I don't like to say this but that water is more important then the scout. However, if both are possible please help them, or at least find out what happened.\" "
},
{
"author": "Mr. Friendly",
"message": " Ildrotha Dagonson - Warlock \n \"We'll secure the water.\" Shooting a sidelong glance to the priest, he adds: \"And we'll bring the scouts back too I suppose.\" sighing heavily, \"if they are still alive.\" "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Kellenne - Bard \n\nAfter a small amount of startle, a short human woman appears by the group. She pauses a moment to catch her breath. She drops half a curtsey to the Commander and then smiles at him, bringing the dimples in each of her cheeks to life and giving her an almost impish cast. \" Apologies for being late ,\" she says. \" It's a long story I'm sure you don't want to hear. At any rate I'm in .\" She then turns to the guard nearest her and then wonders exactly what it is she's agreed to do."
},
{
"author": "Karaswanton",
"message": " Kiran, cleric \n\nnoticing her confusion:\n We need to go investigate the nearest water source, and find the previous scouts if possible. We were actually just about to leave. "
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": " Adishta Adhikara-Warmage \n Everyone has their suplies, correct? If so, let us leave to find that water and the scouts. \n\nAdishta picks up his pack and hoists it on to his shoulders, waiting for a response."
},
{
"author": "Mr. Friendly",
"message": " Ildrotha Dagonson - Warlock \n\nLooking around at the faces of his new travel companions, Ildrotha bows and makes a wide sweeping gesture with his arm; grinning, he says: \"I am Ildrotha Dagonson, I'm sure you've heard of me.\" he then grabs his pack and tightens the straps, brandishing a crossbow which he rests one shoulder. \"Time to get moving.\" he says curtly."
},
{
"author": "Ephraim",
"message": "Cass McGregor -- Dragon Shaman\n\nCass hoists her rucksack to her shoulders. \"Very well. I've no further need to dally.\" She checks the cinch of her belt and the heavy-bladed sickle hanging therefrom. \"You may call me Fräulein McGregor, by the way.\" She strides toward the back of the tent and holds open the flap. \"I shan't stand in the way if somebody else wishes to lead. Perhaps you, Herr Tracker? You are likely a finer outdoorsman than I. \n OOC: Yes, I realize that \"Fräulein\" and \"McGregor\" are incongruous. It's a fantasy world. I'll mix German with Scottish if I feel like it.\n\nAlso, I can activate an aura as a swift action and dismiss one as a free action. There is no limit on how long I can keep an aura active. Unless I specify otherwise, I wish to have the \"Toughness\" aura active. Allies within 30 feet of me gain DR 1/Magic. "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Kellenne - Bard \n\n\" I got here just in time then, didn't I ?\" Kellenne asks of no one in particular as she shifts the pack she still wears. \" Name's Kellenne, no titles needed for me, \" she smiles at her new comrades. \" Guess we should go find that water, eh ?\""
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": " Adishta Adhikara-Warmage \n Name is Officer Adhikara of the Warmage order. Seeing that you all are civilians you will probably be most comfortable with my given name, Adishta, which is fine. I will be acommpanying you all as heavy fire. Adishta says smiling quickly to the others before turning to Com. Rage and saying I think we would all benefit if you gave us, and especially the tracker, any maps you have of the area.\n \n \n Spoiler \n To Warlock2000: Yes, I gave him a rank. I think being a Warmage of the national order shoul make him an officer. If you disagree please tell me.\n "
},
{
"author": "Dustfinger",
"message": " Well then we're off. i Believe we should start by searching a bit for the trackers, seeing as following where they went would find the water. Also i will put those mens lives in high priority, i refuse to stand and let a fellow wanderer get wounded aand lost in the forest. Not again... "
},
{
"author": "Mr. Friendly",
"message": " Ildrotha Dagonson - Warlock \n \"I think, Kiran was it? I think you need to accept that they are already dead. If we chance across them, fine, you can care for them. However we are not going out of our way to find them. Our mission is to secure water, not corpses.\" \n\nIldrotha begins walking away, as he moves he activates some sort of eldritch ability. He gets a doubtful look on his face and puts the crossbow away, drawing a heavy mace from his belt instead.\n\nOOC\n \n Spoiler \nActivating See the Unseen ; (He would have used it earlier in all likelyhood, suspecting a trap; he is a tad paranoid)\n\nDarkvision 60 feet and See Invisible.\n "
},
{
"author": "Karaswanton",
"message": " OOC: Actually, that was the ranger just then, he forgot to put his name at the start of his post. Also, he's been using the same color as me. I'll switch to blue t avoid further confusion. Also, I'll react to the last post as if it was directed at me. \n Yes, it is more likely that they are dead. I suppose the best we can hope for is to give them a decent burial, if wild animals haven't already gotten to them. But I'll still hope to find them alive, there's always hope. \n\nKiran straps on his shield, finishes the latches on his armor, and gets his mace ready.\n\n Well then, what are we waiting for? "
},
{
"author": "Ephraim",
"message": "Cass McGregor -- Dragon Shaman\n\n \"We're waiting for maps, if I'm not mistaken,\" Cass replies. \"I doubt there are any, but it was prudent of Officer Adhikara to ask.\" "
},
{
"author": "warlock2000",
"message": "Rage flips through his papers. \"I don't yet have a map\" , reaching into his pockets he reveals a compass. \"The location is North exactly. About a full days travel. Also,\" , he reaches under the table, \"Take these\" , hands you somethings wrapped in cloth, \"there should be enough food there for about 5 days for each of you. Best of luck.\" "
},
{
"author": "Mr. Friendly",
"message": " Ildrotha Dagonson - Warlock \n\nIldrotha continues walking and scoffs at the word luck. \"Luck is for the weak.\" he mutters under his breath."
},
{
"author": "Karaswanton",
"message": " Kiran, NG cleric of Pelor \n I find that good preparation makes the best luck. Speaking of which, before we head out, in about ten minutes per person I can create a ward that will enable me to cast touch spells-like healing spells, at a short distance. Is anyone interested? "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Kellenne - Bard \n\n\" Wait ten minutes for something that will help the group? \" Kellenne asks with a grin. \" I think I'm good with that. I too, can aid us when the time of battle comes. \""
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": " Adishta Adhikara- Warmage \n Yes, I am interested, but I think it would be better spent on a frontline troop, if its one person only. "
},
{
"author": "Karaswanton",
"message": " Kiran, NG Cleric of Pelor \n I can perform the blessing up to 10 times a day. \n OOC: Kiran is talking about the Divine Ward feat from Complete Divine. Also, I have to prepare my spells yet, whoopsies. "
},
{
"author": "Dustfinger",
"message": " Mordoc Sikora- Ranger \n I will gladly take a holy blessing, but we should head out soon. "
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Dustfinger \n Mordoc Sikora- Ranger \n I will gladly take a holy blessing, but we should head out soon. \n \n\n Adishta Adhikara-Warmage \n As the tracker we are waiting for you. Please, take the lead. "
},
{
"author": "Ephraim",
"message": "Cass McGregor -- Dragon Shaman\n\nCass inclines her head toward Kiran. \"Naturally, I would appreciate such a blessing and I believe that an hour invested in receiving it would be neither an undue hardship nor time wasted.\" She ruffles the flap of the tent. \"Let us adjourn, then, to the place of the monsignor's choosing. She attempts to make eye contact with each of her comrades, seeking assent. \"By the by, it bears mentioning that I project an aura. My presence will be a boon to you. Unless the situation demands otherwise, you shall find protection from harm at my side. Have any of the rest of you any talents that must be declared?\" "
},
{
"author": "Mr. Friendly",
"message": "Ildrotha Dagonson - Warlock\n\nWaits for the party, for the moment. Looking into the sky, he tries to guess what time it is...."
},
{
"author": "Dustfinger",
"message": " Mordoc Sikora- Ranger \n Allright everyone, let's head out. Mordoc motions his hand as he walks from the tent. He looks around for a momet to catch his bearings than begins to walk north."
},
{
"author": "Mr. Friendly",
"message": " Ildrotha Dagonson - Warlock \n\nIldrotha follows Mordoc to the north."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "Kellenne\n\n\" Looks like we're on our way ,\" Kellenne says brightly. She nods to the officer and then follows the group out of the tent."
},
{
"author": "Karaswanton",
"message": " Kiran, Cleric of Pelor \n\nKiran blesses everyone in the party, one by one, ten minutes per person.\nWe have..4-6? people? So it takes an a half-hour to fifty minutes, and then we head north."
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": "Adishta Adikara-Warmage\n\nAdishta salutes Com. Kage, and says Good luck. We all need it right now. And follows the others."
},
{
"author": "warlock2000",
"message": "Kiran creates the wards. As you all leave the tent there is little left to do. You stare out at the ash covered lands around you. Taking the compass you find the direction you need to go.\n\n(OOC: You all ready to continue?)"
},
{
"author": "Ephraim",
"message": " OOC: I am ready for the next setting. "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "((OOC Ready here))"
},
{
"author": "Dustfinger",
"message": "(OOC: Ready whenever.)"
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": "(OOC: Ready.)"
},
{
"author": "warlock2000",
"message": "You all head north together. The ash field takes nearly half your day, as you reach the end you see green grass and a hill before you. You continue up the hill, from the top you can see fields for miles and a river below coming from the north and going into the hill at the bottom, where a cave is found. It is very dark and small, just large enough for the river to flow into it."
},
{
"author": "Karaswanton",
"message": " Kiran, cleric of Pelor \n Well, it looks like we found the water source. We can either go back now and inform the Commander where the water is, or we can scout out the area for possible danger. I have a feeling that cave is involved in the loss of our men. "
},
{
"author": "Dustfinger",
"message": " I suggest that we search around the river, see if it is a non-toxic source of water and look for any possible danger in the imediate area. "
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": " Officer Adishta Adhikara - Warmage \n Agreed, the area should be scouted. This hill is a good defensive position, I suggest that we make camp here. "
},
{
"author": "Ephraim",
"message": "Cass picks up a stone at the summit of the hill and turns it over and over in her hand. \"With all due respect, monsignor Kiran, methinks it would be wiser to assume that danger could come from any direction. Of course, the cave is nearby. We can survey it first.\" She turns to address Adishta. \"Officer Adhikara,\" she says. \"I believe that this is your area of expertise. What do you believe would be the most prudent way to approach?\" "
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Ephraim \n She turns to address Adishta. \"Officer Adhikara,\" she says. \"I believe that this is your area of expertise. What do you believe would be the most prudent way to approach?\" \n \n\n Officer Adishta Adhikara - Warmage \n Thank you. I lack enough information to make any kind of suggestion; other than I agree we should check the cave out first, because it acts as a possible defensive terrain, threat, and an escape rout. With that Adishta hurries down the hill towards the cave and casts light on a pebble/rock he picks up from the stream bed. As he looks in he tries to determine:\na)How fast is the water flowing? Is it making enough noise to cover our footsteps?\nb)From your description it seems that the cave is only small enough for single file. is this true? Will we have to bend?\nHeres my spot and listen checks (in that order):\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+1)[ 4 ] \n (1d20+1)[ 15 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "warlock2000",
"message": "A) much noise, you could here a yell or maybe loud conversation, but not footsteps.\n\nB) If walk in the water you would be able to stand up right, but the water looks to be about waist deep.\n\nYou spot and listen reveal nothing."
},
{
"author": "Karaswanton",
"message": " Kiran, NG Cleric of Pelor \n \nWell, I suppose we should get going. All for investigating the cave?\n "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Kellenne - Bard \n\n\" You bet I am! \" Kellenne says as she strums idly on her lute."
},
{
"author": "Mr. Friendly",
"message": " Ildrotha Dagonson - Warlock \n \"I don't need that light to see inside. Tie a rope around my waist and I will go inside to investigate.\" \n\nOOC \n Spoiler \nSorry I have been delayed in posting, my work schedule was wonky this week.\n "
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": " Adishta Adhikara -Warmage \n I'm ready. Adishta calls from below, coming out of the cave. The water should cover any sounds we make other then shouting and maybe battle. Seems tall enough to stand up in, but we will be waste deep in water. "
},
{
"author": "warlock2000",
"message": "The water is quite cold as you lower yourselves in, for those going in.\n\nFor those going in\n \n Spoiler \n Once inside you see that about 15 feet ahead the roof begins to lower. About another 10 feet beyond that the cave is submerged.\n "
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": " Officer Adishta Adhikara -Warmage \n Let's go. I know how to swim, but not terribly well. Still I think I could manage. "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Kellenne - Bard \n\nStrumming on her lute, Kellenne tests the warmth (or not) of the water. She then starts to sing:\n\n We're going in to the cold river\nWe're soon all going to shiver.\nBut we will swim\nAnd then we will win\nAnd find the lost people thither. \n \n Spoiler \n If we were lvl3 this would be an inspire competence. Since we're not, it's just a song.\n "
},
{
"author": "Ephraim",
"message": "Cass McGregor -- Dragon Shaman\n\nCass sidles down the hillside and eyes the water. \"What of our gear?\" she asks. \"Before we plunge in, we ought to take stock of any equipment we have that could be damaged. I do not fancy eating waterlogged foodstuffs for the next week. She skips the stone she had picked up against the current of the river."
},
{
"author": "Karaswanton",
"message": " Kiran \n I agree. Also, does anyone have any rope? We could use it to tie around ourselves, and tie it to something back here, in case there is a drop-off later on, or rapids.\n\nIt's probably wet down there as well. Keeping a torch lit might be problematic. "
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": " Adishta Adhikara-Warmage \n Unfortunately the pebble upon which I have cast a light spell, will only continue to glow for a few minutes more. I can cast it agian, but my spell use is of course limited. That should be enough toget us past the underwater areas, but only if we leave now. I would be loathe to leave our equipment here ungarded. Perhaps it is best if we split up and take the members of our party best able to swim down? Any other suggestions? "
},
{
"author": "Karaswanton",
"message": " Kiran \n I don't think splitting up would be a very good idea. I think the best thing to do would be to invstigate the cave as a united group.\n\nPerhaps we should wait on the cave until tomorrow, and the spell-casters could re-prepare there spells to help better. We could investigate the rest of the are today. "
},
{
"author": "Ephraim",
"message": "Cass McGregor -- Dragon Shaman\n\n \"I am agreeable to that plan, monsignor.\" Cass replies. \"If something dwells beneath the hill, perhaps we shall even discover an alternate means of entry. Does this sound like a tactically sound course of action, Officer Adhikara?\" "
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Karaswanton \n Kiran \n I don't think splitting up would be a very good idea. I think the best thing to do would be to invstigate the cave as a united group.\n\nPerhaps we should wait on the cave until tomorrow, and the spell-casters could re-prepare there spells to help better. We could investigate the rest of the are today. \n \n\nAdishta Adhikara-Warmage\n I am agreeable with that. "
},
{
"author": "Karaswanton",
"message": " Kiran \n Excellent. Since everyone is agreed on the plan, let's scout out the immediate area. I think sticking together in unfamiliar territory--especially considering the assumed fate of the prior scouts is the best plan. No need to be more reckless than we already are as adventurers.\n\nI think the best formation is a circle with myself in the middle. That way I can reach everyone with healing magic. A radius of 25 feet is the largest radius where the ward still works. I vote we start by following this river for at least half the day, see if we can plot out any of the surrounding area.\n\nAt nightfall, assuming we haven't run into any undead I will perform the blessing again. Then from now on I'll perform the blessing at nightfall. That way I'll only use it when we have the luxury. It would be a shame if I used the blessing and then later on we needed that power for the undead. \n\nOOC: Could we get someone to map out the area? Also, how many people do we have in the party?"
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": " Alright. Let's go. "
},
{
"author": "Karaswanton",
"message": " OOC: It has been almost a week since anyone posted anything. Are people still interested in playing this campaign? I hope so, because this is my favorite character at the moment. "
},
{
"author": "warlock2000",
"message": "(I am very much ready I am waiting for people to do something other then talk)"
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "((OOC: still interested here, the 'serious' ppl are deciding what to do 😁 ))"
},
{
"author": "Karaswanton",
"message": " Kiran, NG cleric of Pelor \n Alright, let's move out then. Everyone around me in a circular formation. we head north and see what the terrain looks like. At mid-day we start heading back this way, on the opposite side of the river. Then tomorrow we start investigating the cave. "
},
{
"author": "Ephraim",
"message": "Cass McGregor -- Dragon Shaman\n\nAs the rest of the party forms a ring around Kiran, Cass assumes a position a meter or so further from the cleric than the others, resulting in a teardrop formation. \"I shall march at the point,\" she states. \"I mean no disrespect, but if there is an ambush ahead, I estimate that I am the sturdiest target to present to them.\" "
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": "Adishta goes behind Cass."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "Talia gets with the group"
},
{
"author": "warlock2000",
"message": "Cass enters first followed by the others\n\n Once inside you see that about 15 feet ahead the roof begins to lower. About another 10 feet beyond that the cave is submerged. It is also getting dark in there."
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": " I can swim fairly well, and I can generate light.Will anyone need help when swimming? "
},
{
"author": "Karaswanton",
"message": " Kiran, cleric \n I'm a bit worried about my armor's weight causing complications, but I'd rather take that risk than be unprotected. I'd appreciate some help if trouble comes up. "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Kellenne \n\n\" I do know how to swim,\" Kellenne says with a look into the tunnel. \" I can also produce light for a time, although I don't really have any practice with saving drown victims .\""
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": "Adishta Adhikara\n\nI suggest we take it slow then. I can help you, Kiran, if it becomes too difficult."
},
{
"author": "warlock2000",
"message": "(Swim checks for all going under the water part.)"
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Kellenne \n\nKellenne takes a large breath and dives under the cold water.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSwim: (1d20+2)[ 18 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Karaswanton",
"message": " Kiran \n\nKiran takes a moment to remove his shield and put it in his pack, he then wraps everything up that is suspectible to water damage up so that it won't be damaged.\n\n Well, here goes nothing. \n\nOOC: If anyone wants to help me out, an Aid Another would give me a +2 provided you can hit a DC 10.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20-4)[ 6 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Ephraim",
"message": "Cass McGregor - Dragon Shaman\n\nLike Kiran, Cass takes a few moments to wrap her possessions with care. She wades into the river until the water is up to her chest, then dives beneath the surface. Although she attempts to look graceful while doing so, it is obvious that the woman is not an experienced swimmer.\n\n Swim Check: ( (1d20+2)[ 3 ] ) "
},
{
"author": "Ephraim",
"message": "Game over?"
},
{
"author": "Karaswanton",
"message": "That's what it looks like to me.\nI quit."
}
] |
[
{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Bulch vs. Todd \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Bulch - stimpius \n Todd - Mavian \n All Combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Initiative - (1d20+1)[ 11 ] "
},
{
"author": "stimpius",
"message": " Bulch \n Init - (1D20-2)[ 8 ] \n\nreserving right to buy after your purchases. Good luck."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "I don't buy things,\n\nTodd - Round 1\nSwift Action: Activate Punishing Stance\nMove Action: Y14 to U14\nStandard Action: U14 to Q14\n\nEnd of Turn\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 19\nAc: 13\nManuevers: All Readied\nBreath Weapon: Readied\nStance: Punishing Stance\n "
},
{
"author": "stimpius",
"message": " Bulch \n\nBought\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nNothing\n \n\n\nMove to A12\n\nStats (refs only)\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 11\nAC 18\nPosition A12\nReady an action to throw a javelin as soon as he comes into my LoE.\n Attack - (1D20+5)[ 19 ] +1 if PB shot.\n Damage - (1D6+6)[ 8 ] +1 if PB shot.\n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Todd - Round 2\n\nMove Action: Q14 to N15\nStandard Action: Ready an Action\n \n Spoiler \n\nReady an action to move after he finish moving\n \n\n\nEnd of Turn:\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 19\nAc: 13\nManuevers: All Readied\nBreath Weapon: Readied\nStance: Punishing Stance\n "
},
{
"author": "stimpius",
"message": " Bulch \n\nMove to K12\n\nStats [refs only]\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 11\nAC 18\nPosition; K12\nReady an action;\n \n Spoiler \n\nthrow a javelin at him as soon as he enters LoE\n Attack - (1D20+5)[ 6 ] +1 if PB shot\n Damage - (1D6+6)[ 11 ] +1 id PB shot\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "When you stop moving, my readied action goes off, and I move to K15, as per my readied action spoiler. This would happen before you readied your action."
},
{
"author": "stimpius",
"message": " Bulch \n\nOkay then\n\nI throw a javelin at you which well and truely misses\n\nand now my head is completley skew whiff on whos go it is :D"
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "It's now mine at the top of Round 3, initiative order doesn't change at all.\n\nTodd - Round 3\n\n Swift Action : Activate Strength Domain\n Move Action : K15-> K14\n Standard Action : Attack with Sapphire Nightmare Blade and my Heavy Polaxe\n Sapphire Nightmare Blade - (1d20+13)[ 31 ] vs AC\n Attack Roll (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \n Axe Damage (2d6+6)[ 17 ] \n Punishing Stance (1d6)[ 4 ] \n Sapphire Damage (1d6)[ 3 ] Only if Sapphire Nightmare Blade Hits\n\nEnd of Turn\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 19\nAc: 13\nManuevers: Sapphire Nightmare Blade , Moment of Perfect Clarity, Charging Minotaur Strike.\nBreath Weapon: Readied\nStance: Punishing Stance\nStrength Domain: 1/10\n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Doh, I messed up my damage roll. The axe was actually supposed to deal 2d6+5, so I only did 16 instead of 17.\n\nThe sapphire nightmare blade hits, leaving you flatfooted against my axe attack, which means that it hits. So in all you take 23 points of damage."
},
{
"author": "stimpius",
"message": "Assuming it works that way then its game :D I thought you would only get one action having had a readied action but my understanding of them may be off."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "What happens with readied actions depends on your place in the initiative order.\n\n If you take the action on the same round as you readied it, your initiative moves to above the one that activates your action, and you don't lose any actions.\n\n If you take your readied action on the round after you readied it, then it counts as your action for that round."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " High Ref Bronz \n\nMavian is correct in his readied action. Therefore..\n\n Todd is declared the winner! "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Todd picks up the pieces of the orc and tries to stick them back together\n\n You fight good. "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " The Art of War \n\nThe year is 1901. The great powers of Europe are stirring, driven by the twin engines of nationalism and industrialization. For the first time since the era of Napoleon and the Congress of Vienna that was intended to protect against another, armies are mobilizing across the Continent. With the United States occupied by dreams of Empire in Latin America and Asia and Africa carved up by colonialism, the nation that can gain dominance in Europe will also have dominance of the entire world. The dawn of the 20th Century has seen the old balance of power in Europe crumbling, leaving the door open for a leader strong and crafty enough to reshape it to suit his and his nation's ambitions.\n\n Spring 1901 Map \n \n Country Assignment \n \n Austia-Hungary - Vexen \n England - Elder_Kin \n France - Abelard \n Germany - katonta \n Italy - Charity \n Russia - MoodytheWise \n Turkey - mdsoze \n\nYou just missed it viggo. However, you'll be first alternate if that arises (I hope not), and I might have a spot for you in another game as Austria-Hungary if the player doesn't confirm it by Wednesday.\n\n Schedule: \nMondays: Spring Orders Due\nTuesdays: Spring Retreats Due (if necessary)\nThursdays: Fall Orders Due\nFridays: Fall Retreats Due (if necessary)\nSaturdays: Winter Builds Due\n\nPlease make sure you are okay with the fast schedule. I will make sure to post/PM 24-hr warnings for Spring, Fall, and Winter (build) orders. I will post retreats after adjudicating.\n\nThere will be an extra long period of diplomacy before the orders for Spring 1901 are due. Please post below to introduce yourself and your preferred method for negotiations. Have fun, good luck, and I'm exciting to see what Diplo craziness the best of the best will produce!\n\nSpring 1901 orders are due (PM or e-mail elektrotek85 *at* gmail.com) Monday, 22 October 10:00 PM EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Vexen",
"message": "If I might Suggest, we push back the spring 1901 orders to Monday in place of Friday. This way the schedule will not have to be changed but can remain current.\nAgain this is just a suggestion for convenience (and so I don't get confused with the schedules, because for a time I will be playing 3 games). I should be ready to give my orders on Friday if the schedule does not change.\n\nand now, ahem:\n\nPlease address all comunications to: Emperor Franz Joseph of the dual monarchy\nPlease entitle them: Diplomacy: AoW\n\nI would prefer E-mails for this game if at all possible at\naddisonfox at gmail"
},
{
"author": "Elder_Kin",
"message": " British mourn the death of Prince Albert Edward \n\nApril 4, 1900 Denmark\n\nThe Royal family mourned the death of the Prince of Wales, Albert Edward, heir apparent to the English throne as he was shot by a Belgian national Jean-Baptiste Sipido shot the Prince on his way through Denmark to Belgium. The young Belgian shot the Prince while he was at the Brussels-Nord railway station. His younger brother, Arthur William Patrick Albert, Duke of Connaught and Strathearn is now heir to the throne.\n\n British mourn the death of Queen Victoria. Prince Arthur becomes King Arthur I \n\nJanuary 20, 1901\n\nThe England mourns today the loss of queen Victoria. The beloved queen was the longest reining british monarch. She died of a cerebral hemorrage and was attended by her son Arthur and Grandson Kaiser Whilhelm."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Greetings, decadent Westerners. I am Prime Minister of Russia, Vladimir Podolsky.\n\nJust kidding, it's me, Nicholas the Second, by the grace of God, Emperor and Autocrat of all the Russias, of Moscow, Kiev, Vladimir, Novgorod, Tsar of Kazan, Tsar of Astrakhan, King of Poland, Tsar of Siberia, Tsar of Tauric Chersonesos, Tsar of Georgia, Lord of Pskov, and Grand Duke of Smolensk, Lithuania, Volhynia, Podolia, and Finland, Prince of Estonia, Livonia, Courland and Semigalia, Samogitia, Belostok, Karelia, of Tver, Yugra, Perm, Vyatka, Bulgaria, and other territories; Lord and Grand Duke of Nizhny Novgorod, Chernigov; Sovereign of Ryazan, Polotsk, Rostov, Yaroslavl, Beloozero, Udoria, Obdoria, Kondia, Vitebsk, Mstislav, and all the northern territories; and Sovereign of Iveria, Kartalinia, and the Kabardinian lands and Armenian territories; Hereditary Lord and Ruler of the Cherkass and Mountain Princes and others; Lord of Turkestan, Heir of Norway, Duke of Schleswig-Holstein, Stormarn, Dithmarschen, Oldenburg, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth.\n\nI don't have a prime minister; if you want to talk, you talk to me. Got it? Good.\n\nOoC: Methods of contact, in preferred order:\nAIM - Londonwerewolf6\nE-mail - [email protected] \nPM - ... that should be obvious"
},
{
"author": "Abelard",
"message": "A new dawn greets France, one full of promise. The despised Third Republic creaks towards the end of it's third decade, satisfying none but also truly angering none, and upon that precarious balance its continued success rests.\n\nSo whyfore this hope of the new day? A gifted and talented and brilliant (and good-looking and witty and relatively clean and etc. ) politician has recently gained the presidency in this slumbering state, and kick-started a revitalization that has made the common folk think back of the times of Napoleon III, and even moreso to the original Napoleon a century ago - sometimes, even in good ways. But none can doubt that Abelard 's plans for France are ambitious, as he has already ordered several fine maps of Moscow drafted... purely to decide where to build a winter vacation home, he assures us all.\n\nClaiming that war is not his aim, he announced that he recently received word that the Iberian nations have requested to join the newly-invigorated France, and he looks forward to their joining in liberte , egalite , and fraternite . With these fine nations as an example, Abelard extends an invitation for all nations of Europe to join him under the French banner. Assimilation will be mostly painless, and even less so if you don't mind chowing down on snails.\n\n***************\n\nPM'ing here is the best way to get me. Address me how you like (well, I mean within reason), and putting \"AoW\" or something like that in the subject line, as well as the power you're playing, is always a good idea, especially at the beginning.\n\nVexen, are you saying that you don't want PM's at all, only e-mails? Not that it will matter much; with sharks like mdsoze and Moody leering at the Balkans, all I can say is better you than me!"
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Abelard \n Vexen, are you saying that you don't want PM's at all, only e-mails? Not that it will matter much; with sharks like mdsoze and Moody leering at the Balkans, all I can say is better you than me! \n \n\nHey hey hey! No name-calling! I wouldn't hurt a fly ...\n\n... It's so weird going into an internet game with a reputation. I guess I'll take it as a compliment, though."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Unless I am terribly mistaken, the player for Germany is Katonta, not Katatona. This should probably be corrected in the first post.\n\n<.<\n\n>.>\n\n... Not that I'm talking to Germany.\n\n^.^"
},
{
"author": "Charity",
"message": "Il suo Imperial grandiosita Versace di stile, posso personalmente garantire per il carattere di Tzar Moody, egli è abbastanza innocuo.\nHo espresso il mio parole prima che il suo male vestiti come monarchi perle prima suina.\n\n[translation] His Imperial magesty Versace the stylish would like to welcome the ministers of the great nations around him to summit talks\n\nHis Imperial magesty would like to open communication channels to all [email protected] "
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Charity \n Il suo Imperial grandiosita Versace di stile, posso personalmente garantire per il carattere di Tzar Moody, egli è abbastanza innocuo.\nHo espresso il mio parole prima che il suo male vestiti come monarchi perle prima suina.\n\n[translation] His Imperial magesty Versace the stylish would like to welcome the ministers of the great nations around him to summit talks\n\nHis Imperial magesty would like to open communication channels to all [email protected] \n \n\n... Am I going to have to look up what you're saying about me, or are you going to post the *real* translation, Charity?"
},
{
"author": "Katonta",
"message": "Hallo everybody, dis is new Kaiser Wilhelm III. My unfortunate vater, Kaiser Wilhelm II was taken out of action today because of terrible allergy to Katzenhaar. I will do my best to serve my country and lead it to glorious sieg. Now, a few words in my native sprache: Kann der beste Mannsieg, und sorgt sich nicht, werde ich. Vielen Dank.\n\nOOC----------------------------\nWell, German accent aside, the easiest way to get a hold of me is via PM or Email (fowlertye*at*charter.net)\n\nI wish everyone the best of luck, and a swift death. 😉\n\nOh, and the schedule is fine for me."
},
{
"author": "Charity",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Moody the Wise \n ... Am I going to have to look up what you're saying about me, or are you going to post the *real* translation, Charity? \n \n\n Google tradurre è il tuo amico "
},
{
"author": "mdsoze",
"message": "Turkey here. And in Sultanate Era, Turkey carves you! I'll be here all week.\n\n\nAnyways...\n\nAIM- cheheret\n\nor PM to negotiate.\n\nHappy stabbing everyone!"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " The New York Times\n\n\"All The News We Feel Like Printing\"\n\nJanuary 7, 1901\n \n United States Welcomes the 20th Century! \nThis great nation has celebrated the beginning of the 20th Century. We all look forward to a new era of promise as we continue to tame this great land and work towards prosperity and freedom for all. All Americans hear the clarion call of Manifest Destiny. Now that we have tamed the vast Western expanses, we have moved to expand our influence through the hemisphere.\n\nPresident Roosevelt has pledged to open up Latin America and Canada to our business interests and to bring them the blessings of democracy. Our fine lads have been dispatched to Mexico City to hand out educational literature and protect its citizens against the unstable and corrupt local government. Marines have been dispatched to Guatemala and Panama, in the latter our boys have been handing out copies of Horatio Alger, along with shovels and mosquito netting for work on the canal. The road ahead looks bright as we develop a community of nations in the Americans, rightly led by the mighty United States.\n\n Europe Teeters on the Brink \n\nSurprising no one, Europe looks again to soon be plunged into darkness and bloodshed. President Roosevelt has assured the nation that we will in no means intervene in the situation. \"We don't really like those damn Europeans anyways. The English still act all snooty with their raised pinky-fingers and tea and crumpets. What the hell is a crumpet anyways? The French are arrogant, and if there is one thing that binds all Americans, its dislike for those damn snail-eaters. The Germans seem just a little crazy under that veneer of order, but I do like the Kaiser's taste in mustaches. Russia , well we just feel sorry for them. It's like if Maine was a whole country without all the cool parts of the United States, except even more lame (if that were even possible). Italy is nothing much now, since all the mushroom-chomping plumbers moved to Brooklyn already. I won't pick on Austria-Hungary , since that's just cruel. And Turkey/Ottoman Empire sounds like either a dumb, tasty bird or some kind of specialized furniture emporium.\" After his diatribe, the President left twirling his handlebar to go big game hunting in Africa.\n\nOoC: Good to see everyone has checked in. And the above is just a joke. Please don't send the moose death squads to my house Moody 😉"
},
{
"author": "Vexen",
"message": "OoC:\nI really got to start subscribing to these threads the second I post.\nI also want to say that it turns out I am extremely busy this week I will be trying to respond to as many of you as possible, but I anticipate more full negotiations to begin on Friday.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Abelard \n Vexen, are you saying that you don't want PM's at all, only e-mails? Not that it will matter much; with sharks like mdsoze and Moody leering at the Balkans, all I can say is better you than me! \n \n\nIn response to your question, I realize not everyone wants to give out e-mail addresses or to risk losing important negotiations to the spam blocker. PM is just fine. I will accept all forms of communications, though if anyone calls me I will be pretty creeped out since I haven't given out my number. E-mails are preferred because they are easier for me to keep track of and there is not having to delete old messages."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Vexen \n I will accept all forms of communications, though if anyone calls me I will be pretty creeped out since I haven't given out my number. E-mails are preferred because they are easier for me to keep track of and there is not having to delete old messages. \n \n\nI am going to find out where you live and knock on your door and demand an audience."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " Secrecy At All-Time High \n\nRussian intelligence has authorized a complicated new system for encrypting its communications , as rumors of foreign spying abound.\n\n Tsar Orders Mobilization of Experimental Hyper Mobile Forces \n\nForeign governments are trembling in fear this morning after the unveiling of Russia's experimental new elite corps. Huge, armored behemoths that spit fire and can literally roll over enemy soldiers and difficult terrain alike. No, we're not talking about tanks. We're talking about the Moosacks: specially trained Cossacks riding armored Moose equipped with flamethrowers. The first units are expected to be deployed on a small scale against the office of the New York Times in The U.S. to test their effectiveness before being used in the European theater."
},
{
"author": "Abelard",
"message": "Something just hit me...\n\nI'd like to amend the introduction I've been sending out. I'm claiming victory in the \"Quest for Dominance\" Youngstown game that sort of died after one season. I figure that I was the only power who was going to be at 8 centers after Year 1, and heck, no one else has claimed it yet, so there you go. My last Dip game was a solo victory in a Youngstown game. I rule.\n\nJust further cementing my \"All-Star\" status, really. 😉"
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Well if we're posting our resumés ...\n\nI would say I hold a reasonable claim to victory in the dead game A Great War , where I was Russia with 11 SCs in the Fall of 1907 and was going to gain (for sure) two more had that season been played. I would also argue that I could reasonably claim at least a joint victory in the dead game Chaos of War , where I was Germany with 17 SCs in - incidentally - the Spring of 1907. That seems to be a popular year for games dying. I was gunning for the solo victory though, and I honestly think I might have been able to get it if it weren't for those pesky kids. I also participated in the brief-lived but fun experiment Bismarck's Gambit , where upon reviewing the thread it appears as though I uneasily held a modest 7 SCs and I don't know when it was, but it had only been a year or two."
},
{
"author": "Vexen",
"message": "I will Argue with you moody on your Win in A Great War. You had a good temporary advantage due to a lapse in sanity from Germany. But I still think I had a good chance in that game. I was quite dissappointed about its death.\n\nI will hereby set the stage and inform one and all why I am in this game. It has nothing to do with skill and more along the lines that I haven't ever quit a game or dropped out."
},
{
"author": "Katonta",
"message": "My resume is... small. Very small. Only one game small.\n\nI took over for Germany in All the King's Men and it was quite the fixer-upper as my predecessor had apparently done quite a lot of backstabbing, betraying Russia twice among a few other things. Though I think I've done fairly well so far and I may just have a shot at coming in second.\n\nAs I said, my resume is \"one game small\"."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Vexen \n I will Argue with you moody on your Win in A Great War. You had a good temporary advantage due to a lapse in sanity from Germany. But I still think I had a good chance in that game. I was quite dissappointed about its death.\n\nI will hereby set the stage and inform one and all why I am in this game. It has nothing to do with skill and more along the lines that I haven't ever quit a game or dropped out. \n \n\nYou have a right to argue with me about A Great War. I didn't say I won it, I said I had a reasonable claim to victory in it; you have a pretty reasonable claim as well. It was well-played all around, and I was very sad to see it go."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " The New York Times\n\nFebruary 12, 1901 \n Massive Fortifications Built in Atlantic In Response to Russian Threats \n\nAfter the Tsar threatened to unleash his elite Moosacks against the great city of New York, President Roosevelt has authorized the construction of a massive fortification in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Nicknamed the \"Thin Black Line,\" the fortifications block any movement by European fleets past the coastlines of Europe. In a speech yesterday, the President remarked, \"Let's see those Moosacks make it past that! Bully!\" Also, we have received unconfirmed reports that the Navy has started development of the SEALS, an elite marine mammal task force to counter foreign aggression.\n\nOoC: Heh, Moosacks. Classic. 😁"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " 24 Hour Warning - Spring 1901 Moves Due Tomorrow, Monday 22 October 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Spring 1901 Results \n \n Austria \n A vie -> gal Bounced 1:1 with war \nA bud -> ser\nF tri -> alb\n\n England \nF lon -> nth\nF edi ->nwg\nA lvp -> yor\n\n France \nA par -> pic\nA mar -> spa\nF bre -> mao\n\n Germany \nA ber -> kie\nF kie -> hol\nA mun -> ruh\n\n Italy \nF nap -> ion\nA ven -> tyr\nA rom -> ven\n\n Russia \nA mos -> sev\n A war -> gal Bounced 1:1 with vie \nF sev -> rum\nF stp s.c. -> bot\n\n Turkey \nF ank -> bla\nA con -> bul\nA smy -> con\n\nNo retreating units, retreat phase skipped\n\n Fall 1901 Orders due Thursday 25 October at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Abelard",
"message": "Hey, GM, you were over an hour early! Some of us are still negotiating right up to the deadline!\n\n*****\n\nHeadlines from the Parisian press:\n\n Rejoicing in Madrid and Lisbon! Turns out that Spain and Portugal thought independence was overrated all these years. Who knew? We hear that docking berths for the Marine Nationale are already being prepared in the Tagus River.\n\n Belgium suddenly very popular! While the uncultured rush to Antwerp for Belgian Waffles, the truly civilized know there is a greater treasure - Brussels' original Godiva Chocolatier! True, it is now owned by an American soup company (feh!), but it still compares favorably to that abomination they call a \"chocolate bar\"."
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{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Abelard \n Hey, GM, you were over an hour early! Some of us are still negotiating right up to the deadline! \n \n\nPlease excuse me if I cut off anyone's last minute scheming. In the interests of keeping the game moving at a good clip and keeping everything straight, once I receive your orders I will assume they are ready to be posted unless otherwise notified. Therefore, if you anticipate last minute diplomatic efforts, please let me know and I will wait until you confirm/resubmit orders.\n\n The New York Times -- 15 March, 1901\n\nWar in Europe!\n\nPan-American Exposition Highlights American Ingenuity and Know-How\n\nSpain Occupied by France; Bulls, Hemingway Hardest Hit\n\nPrecipitous Drop in Small European Nations Cheers American Schoolchildren\n "
},
{
"author": "Katonta",
"message": " German Navy's Fear of Sea on the Rise! \n When asked, Kaiser Wilhelm II, may he always prosper, said, \"When hiring the navy's general, I forgot to check to see if they had a fear of water. Why someone was signing up for the navy if they had a phobia of the water is beyond me though.\"\n\n Belgian Waffles in High Demand! Army Sent to Ask for More. \n When asked, Kaiser Wilhelm II, may he always prosper, said, \"Really now guys, you don't have to ask my opinion on everything! Besides, the title should be plain enough that everyone should get the idea.\""
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " Russian News \n\n...\n\n\n..."
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{
"author": "Vexen",
"message": "I must apologize for the inconvenience, I am moving this weekend, starting tomorrow. It was not my intention to move my computer until Saturday, however, it will be moved tomorrow instead. Internet is not yet up and running in my new house, I am not certain when it will be transferred. I will post Fall orders today and attempt to get online saturday, to do some minor negotiating and send in retreat/build orders. If that is possible.\n\nI can not gaurantee I will be able to find internet access on saturday. So I wonder if I fail to do so, if i can delay builds, if i do not get orders in.\n\nPlease let me know. thank you."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "Vexen, I am fine with delaying the build orders. If everyone else is okay with that, we'll delay to Sunday.\n\nI'm waiting on Moody's orders - I'll try to contact him tonight.\n\nEDIT: Fall 1901 Results \n \n Austria \nF alb -> tri\nA vie supports F alb -> tri\n A ser supports A bul -> rum Supported unit's order does not match support order given \n England \n A yor -> den Bounced with kie 1:1 \nF nth convoys A yor -> den\nF nrg -> nwy\n\n France \nF mao -> por\nA pic supports A ruh -> bel\nA spa holds\n\n Germany \nF hol supports A ruh -> bel\nA ruh -> bel\n A kie -> den Bounced with yor 1:1 \n Italy \nA tyr -> mun\n A ven -> tri Bounced with alb 1:1 \nF ion -> tun\n\n Russia \nF bot -> swe\nF rum holds\nA war -> sil\n A mos supports F rum hold Invalid order \n No order for A sev, unit assigned to hold \n Turkey \nF bla supports con -> bul\nA con -> bul\nA bul -> gre\n\n 1901 Builds \nAustria: 1\nEngland: 1\nFrance: 2\nGermany: 1\nItaly: 2\nRussia: 2\nTurkey: 2\n\nBuild orders are due this Sunday, 28 October at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " The New York Times - December 30, 1901 \n The War in Europe - A Special Report \nAs we know our fellow Americans don't like to read the news, we summarize the year of war in Europe in an easy ranking list!\n\n1. France\nFrance has remained out of the outright conflict so far, preferring to capture the undefended Iberian peninsula instead.\n\n1. Italy (5 SC): The Italians showed an audacity not seen since the Roman days in capturing Munich from under the German's noses.\n\n1. Russia (5 SC): Russia has made gains in both Scandinavia and the Balkans, and appears to be poised to invade Germany\n\n1. Turkey (5 SC): The country with the same name as a bird has shown itself no chicken, gaining ground in the Balkans and positioning itself for further gains in the coming years.\n\n2. Austria (4 SC): Austria-Hungary has survived the coming year, but faces threats on all sides from the bigger powers\n\n2. England (4 SC): England has made inroads into Scandinavia, but its amphibious invasion of Denmark was repulsed by the Germans.\n\n2. Germany (4 SC): While the country had success in conquering the Low Countries, the Italian, English, and Russian invasions leave the future of the country very much in doubt."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "I'm still waiting on build orders from Vexen and Elder_Kin. I've sent them a PM to make sure I get them by tonight.\n\nTherefore, Spring 1902 orders will not be due tonight. The deadlines for this week will be pushed back one day each. That means Spring 1902 Orders are due tomorrow, 30 October at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Winter 1901 Results \n \n Austria-Hungary: Builds A bud\n England: 1 build was unused\n France: Builds F bre, A par\n Germany: Builds A ber\n Italy: Builds F nap, A rom\n Russia: Builds F stp/nc, A war\n Turkey: Builds A con, F smy\n\nThis will also serve as 24-ish hour warning for Spring 1902 Orders, due tomorrow, 30 October at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "I'm still waiting on England/Elder Kin's orders. I've sent him a PM reminder; if I don't get a response by tomorrow night, he'll be a big fat NMR."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Spring 1902 Results \n \n Austria-Hungary \n A bud -> rum Bounced with rum 1:2 \n A ser supports A bud -> rum Support cut by move from bul, dislodged by bul 2:1 \nF tri holds\n A vie -> gal Bounced with war 1:1 \n England \nNMR, all units hold\n F nwy holds Dislodged from swe 2:1 \nF nth holds\nA yor holds\n\n France \nF bre -> eng\nA par -> bur\nA pic supports A par -> bur\nF por -> mao\nA spa -> gas\n\n Germany \nA bel -> ruh\nA ber -> mun\nF hol -> hel\nA kie supports A ber -> mun\n\n Italy \n A mun supports A ven -> tyr Support cut by move from ber, dislodged by ber 2:1 \nA ven -> tyr\nF tun -> wes\nA rom -> ven\nF nap -> ion\n\n Russia \nF rum holds\nA sev -> ukr\nA sil supports A war -> gal\nF stp/nc supports F swe -> nwy\nF swe -> nwy\nA war -> gal\n\n Turkey \nF bla supports F rum\nA bul -> ser\nA con -> bul\nA gre supports A bul -> ser\nF smy -> aeg\n\nRetreats:\n\nItalian A mun can retreat to boh or disband\nEnglish F nwy can retreat to nrg, bar, ska, or disband\nAustrian A ser can retreat to alb or disband\n\nSpring 1902 Retreats are due Tomorrow, 1 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) \n\nI've decided to postpone the Fall 1902 orders until next Monday, 5 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) \n\nIt's apparent Elder_Kin is busy, so this delay might keep him in the game. Also, I think the next turn is critical for a lot of powers and you all could use the extra time for diplomacy."
},
{
"author": "Abelard",
"message": "I'll be away for the weekend, starting about noon Friday through Sunday evening. I'll have no computer access during that time, so I'll be happy to resume lying to all of you when I return. 😛"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Spring 1902 Updated \n \n\nAustria-Hungary: A ser -> alb\nEngland: F nwy disbands No order received. Unit tasked to disband \nItaly: A mun -> boh\n\nIn the sake of fairness, if Elder_Kin NMRs the Fall 1902 orders I will order the following for England: A yor -> lon, F nth holds. I hope I won't have to do so, but I think this will be the best solution if I have to find a replacement.\n\nAs a reminder, Fall 1902 orders are still due Monday, 5 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Not many hours left warning!"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Fall 1902 Results \n \n Austria-Hungary \n A alb -> ser Bounced with ser 2:3 \n F tri takes swimming lessons Invalid order, hold order assigned; dislodged from ven 2:1 \nA bud supports A alb -> ser\n A vie supports A bud dislodged from boh 2:1, cannot retreat, unit destroyed \n England \nA yor -> lon\nF nth holds\n\n France \n A bur supports A mun Support failed: move orders must be supported explicitly \nA gas -> spa\nA pic -> bel\nF eng supports A pic -> bel\nF mao holds\n\n Germany \n F hel -> nth Bounced with nth 1:1 \nA kie -> den\nA mun -> boh\nA ruh -> mun\n\n Italy \nA boh -> vie\n F ion -> alb Failed because Austria: alb -> ser failed \nA tyr supports A ven -> tri\nA ven -> tri\nF wes -> tun\n\n Russia \nF nwy holds\nA gal supports A boh -> vie\nF rum -> sev\nA ukr -> rum\nA sil -> ber\nF stp/nc -> bar\n\n Turkey \nF aeg supports A gre\nF bla -> ank\nA bul supports A ser\n A ser supports A Rom -> Par Invalid order, hold order assigned \nA gre supports A ser\n\n Retreats \nAustrian F tri can retreat to adr or disband\n\n Builds \nAustria: 2 disbands needed\nEngland: 1 build\nFrance: 1 build\nGermany: N/A\nItaly: 1 build\nRussia: 2 builds\nTurkey: 1 build\n\nVex, your retreat order is due tomorrow, 6 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) \n\nBuilds will be due Wednesday, 7 November at 2200 EST \n\nAlso, I still did not get orders from Elder_Kin / England. I used the makeshift ones I posted about earlier. I will be looking for a replacement; Vexen, if you want the job since AH is on its last legs you got it."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " The New York Times - December 30, 1902\n\nThe War in Europe - A Special Report \n\nIt was a turbulent year in Europe, with many key provinces exchanging hands.\n\n1. Russia (7; +2)\nThe Bear has become the leading power on the continent with its conquests of Norway and Berlin.\n\n2. France (6; +1): The snail-eaters continue their slow growth with the fall of Belgium and are poised to become the dominant power in Western Europe. With the weakness of its neighbors, France's prospects seem rosy.\n\n2. Italy (6; +1): Italy was repulsed from its German conquests, but make huge inroads into former Austrian territory, taking Vienna and Trieste.\n\n2. Turkey (6; +1): Turkey expanded its base in the Balkans with the taking of Serbia. With the Austrians effectively crushed, where will it turn to next for expansion and resources?\n\n3.Germany (4; 0): Germany was able to retake Munich from the Italians and gain Denmark, but lost Belgium to the French and Berlin to the Russians. It appears the Germans will soon be swallowed up by the rush of French and Russian forces towards one another.\n\n4. England (3; -1): England was forced out of Norway and with the apparent lack of leadership, looks highly unlikely to survive the next years.\n\n5. Austria (1; -3): Austria suffered crushing blows from Italian and Turkish advances. The stragglers are holed up in Budapest but should be easily crushed by the massive Russian, Italian, and Turkish forces arrayed against them."
},
{
"author": "Katonta",
"message": "Ouch, that stung, Abelard and Moody, but I guess that's what I get for leaving my sides undefended, eh? I commend you on a good job seizing the opportunity when it barks in your face. 🙂\n\nOh, and I believe Italy has 6 territories, not 2. Same with France, also. Although that would be nice if they did have those numbers. 😉"
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " Manhattan, Berlin Fall to Russians \n\nManhattan may seem like a strange destination for Russian troops, but it was the only contingency Russian strategists had developed for war with Germany. \" First we take Manhattan , then we take Berlin.\"\n\n Rogue Italian Fleet in Western Mediterranean Retreats \n\nAlthough the Italian fleet decided to retreat in the end, it stayed around exactly long enough to give French leaders a scare: the French fleet in the Mid-Atlantic was forced to hold and the army in Gascony was assigned to protect supply lines in Spain.\n\n Germany Conquers Denmark ... Finally \n\nAccording to Russian leadership, the unification of Scandinavia under the Russian flag is not far off, despite this setback."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Fall 1902 Retreat Phase: \n\nAustrian F tri disbands No order received, unit tasked to disband \n\nThe above map has been updated to reflect the retreat phase.\n\n Builds: \nAustria: 1 disband\nEngland: 1 build\nFrance: 1 build\nGermany: N/A\nItaly: 1 build\nRussia: 2 builds\nTurkey: 1 build\n\n\n 24-hr warning: Builds are due tomorrow, 7 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " The New York Times - January,8 1903 \n Manhattan Remains in American Hands \nIn stark contrast to recent reports from Moscow, the Russians have not occupied Manhattan. While the Russians did attempt to occupy the borough, it was a spectacular failure. New York Civil Defense Headquarters issued the following statement today:\n\n\"Let me assure all the residents of Manhattan that the Russian threat has passed and they are once again safe. The Russian attack began with a massed aerial assault of untrained sea gulls. While there as some minor cosmetic damage to our landmarks, no serious damage occurred. The Russians then launched an amphibious invasion of men and women clad in all black. They posed no serious threat, as they mainly stood around on the beach and gazed around dramatically while pop-synth played in the background. After their music stopped, we rounded them up and placed them under protective custody on Governor's Island. The attack seemed poorly planned, as the only document we recovered was a crumpled piece of paper bearing \"MANHATTAN\" on one side and \"BERLIN\" on the other. While we remain vigilant, New Yorkers have nothing to fear.\""
},
{
"author": "Abelard",
"message": "Not to be cruel, but who is playing England now? I need to know whose butt to kiss."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "Vexen has agreed to take over as England, as Austri-Hungary is pretty much kaputt. From one fixer-upper to another, I guess😁\n\nUnless I received word from Vex, the deadlines will remain as they currently stand (builds due today, moves due Friday). If he or someone else requests more time, we'll move the build deadline to Friday and the Spring 1903 move deadline to Monday."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Winter 1902 Results \n \n Austria-Hungary: Disbands A alb\n England: Builds F lvp\n France: Builds A par\n Italy: Builds A ven\n Russia: Builds F stp/sc, A war\n Turkey: Builds F smy\n\n Spring 1903 Orders are due Friday, 9 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Vexen",
"message": " New Prime Minister \nEngland is proud to have recently elected a new prime minister, to bring stability in these troubled times. Prime Minister Vexen was sworn in yesterday after winning the election by an unbelievable landslide, that had absolutely nothing to do with several rotten buroughs or bribed officials.\n\nPrime Minister Vexen, announced in his election speech that he wished to make sure that he was not confused with the previous leader of the Austrian-Hungarian Empire, it is merely a coincidence in names. \"I definitely did not sneak into this country before the quick demise of Austria, disguise myself as a citizen, rig the election, only to place myself in a position of power again. And as for this accent, it is completely false, I do it because I think it makes me sound distinguished.\""
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " \n24-ish Hour Warning: Spring 1903 Orders are due Friday, 9 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Abelard",
"message": "Once again, I shall be away for the weekend with no access to the game. I'll be back Sunday night. Play nice."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Spring 1903 Results \n \n Austria-Hungary \n\nA rum holds\n\n England \n\nA lon -> hol Convoy path lon -> nth -> hol \nF nth convoys A lon -> hol\nF lvp -> cly\n\n France \n\nA bel supports A bur -> ruh\nA bur -> ruh\nF mao holds\nF eng holds\nA par -> bur\nA spa -> gas\n\n Germany \n A mun -> ber Bounced with ber 1:1 \n A boh -> mun Failed because German A mun -> ber failed \nA den -> swe\nF hel -> den\n\n Italy \n F ion -> eas Bounced with smy 1:2 \n F tun -> ion Failed because Italian F ion -> eas failed \nA vie supports A tri -> bud\n A tri -> bud Bounced with rum 2:2 \n A tyr -> boh Failed because German A boh -> mun failed \n A ven -> tri Failed because Italian A tri -> bud failed \n Russia \n\nF bar -> nwy\n A ber supports A war -> sil Support cut by move from mun \nA gal supports A rum -> bud\nF nwy -> ska\n A rum -> bud Bounced with tri 2:2 \nF sev holds\nF stp/sc -> bot\nA war -> sil\n\n Turkey \n\nF aeg supports F smy -> eas\nF ank -> bla\nA bul -> gre\nA gre -> alb\nA ser supports A gre -> alb\nF smy -> eas\n\n No retreating units, retreat phase skipped \n Fall 1903 Orders are due Monday, 12 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Fall 1903 Results \n \n Austria-Hungary \n A bud holds Dislodged from rum 3:2, no retreat possible, unit destroyed \n England \nF cly -> nwy\nF nth supports F cly -> nwy\n A hol supports A ruh -> kie Support failed. Supported unit's order does not match support given. Dislodged from bel 2:1, no retreat possible, unit destroyed \n France \nF eng -> lon\nF mao -> iri\nA bel -> hol\nA bur -> mun\nA gas -> bur\nA ruh supports A bel -> hol\n\n Germany \nA swe -> den\nF den -> bal\n A boh -> sil Bounced with sil 1:1 \nA mun -> kie\n\n Italy \nF ion holds\n A tri supports A bud hold Support cut by move from alb \nF tun supports F ion hold\n A tyr -> mun Bounced with bur 2:1 \nA ven supports A tri\nA vie supports A bud\n\n Russia \nA ber supports A bur -> mun\nA gal supports A rum -> bud\nF bot -> swe\nF nwy supports F bot -> swe\nF ska supports F bot -> swe\nA rum -> bud\nF sev holds\n A sil supports A bur -> mun Support cut by move from boh \n Turkey \nF aeg supports F eas -> ion\n A alb -> tri Bounced with tri 1:2 \nF bla -> rum\n F eas -> ion Bounced with ion 2:2 \nA gre holds\nA ser supports A rum -> bud\n\n Winter 1903 Builds \nAustria: eliminated\nEngland: N/A\nFrance: 3 builds\nGermany: 2 disbands\nItaly: N/A\nRussia: N/A\nTurkey: 1 build\n\n Winter 1903 Builds are due Tomorrow, Tuesday 13 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " The New York Times - November 31, 1903\n\nThe War in Europe - A Special Report \n\n1. France (9, +3): The French have made great strides in 1903, with the invasions of England, Holland, and Germany all off to successful starts. The current French premier seems to have learned Napoleon's mistake and has invaded England. Things look rosy for the Fifth Republic (we think it's the fifth, but honestly who cares?).\n\n2. Russia (8, 0): The Russians have kept themselves near the top of the European leader board with their capture of Budapest. However, with Rumania ceded to the Turks and their northern fleets tied up dealing with a German incursion, they made no progress their. Look for them to mop up Germany with the French in 1904.\n\n3. Turkey (7, +1): The Turks have steadily increased their holdings in the past three years. Their conflict with the Italians will occupy them in the next year.\n\n4. Italy (6, 0): The Italians were forced on the defensive in the Balkans and the Med in response to Turkish attacks. They will need to find a friend if they want to fight the Turks and their potential Russian ally.\n\n5. Germany (2, -2): The German Empire has been crushed under the combined weight of the Franco-Russian alliance. Barring unforeseen circumstances, the youngest nation in Europe will not last to see its 35th anniversary.\n\n6. England (2, -1): The English were obviously caught unawares by the French invasion. With their forces out of position, Liverpool will fall easily and the English will be left clinging on to life.\n\n7. Austria-Hungary (0, -1): 1904 marked the end of the Austria-Hungarian Empire. While Vienna and Budapest are still controlled by the Dual Monarchy, they are now the King of Italy and Czar of Russia.\n\n Saratoga Springs Odds Calculators \n\nGreetings to all those betting on the outcome of the European war in Saratoga! Here are your updated odds:\n\nFrance: 5:1\nRussia: 7.5:1\nTurkey: 10:1\nItaly: 20:1\nEngland: 50:1\nGermany: 100:1\n\nGood Luck!"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Winter 1903 Results \n \n Germany: Disbands A kie, A boh\n France: Builds F bre, A par, F mar\n Turkey: Builds F con\n\n Spring 1904 Orders are due Thursday, 15 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " The New York Times - January 15, 1904 \n European Presses Silent \n\nWhile Europe has been wracked by war since the dawn of the Century, very little information is to be had from the combatants. The only voice in all of 1903 has been that of our illustrious paper. Apparently all of Europe is consumed with strategic thinking and can find no time for public relations."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Upcoming Schedule \n\nAs we are fast approaching Thanksgiving, I am posting the following schedule for your perusal. If there are any conflicts or changes needed please let me know.\n\nThu, 15 Nov: Spring 1904 orders due\nFri, 16 Nov: Spring retreats due\nSun, 18 Nov: Fall 1904 orders due\nMon, 19 Nov: Winter 1904 builds due\nMon, 26 Nov: Spring 1905 orders due\n\nThis will place us at a natural break point over the week of Thanksgiving.\n\nOoC: Yay! Sextuple post madness! And goddamn, can you all at least post something ? Even something like: \"LOLZ!!1! Teh Swiss got pwnd!\" would be acceptable in my desperate state. 😁"
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " ZOMIGODZ! TeH Swiss be pwned! LOLZ!!!1!!!1! "
},
{
"author": "Vexen",
"message": "It goes to fast for me to be witty. I am still confused as to which moves I sent in. I was thinking of changing them again but I think I have missed the deadline."
},
{
"author": "Abelard",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Vexen \n It goes to fast for me to be witty. I am still confused as to which moves I sent in. I was thinking of changing them again but I think I have missed the deadline. \n \n\nITA. By the time I come up with some stuff to say, the next orders are due and it is out of date. Sigh, a casualty of the brisk pace. 😩"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Spring 1904 Results \n \n \n England \nF nth -> yor\nF nrg -> nao\n\n France \nF bre -> eng\nF lon supports F bre -> eng\nA par -> gas\nF iri -> lvp\nF mar -> spa/sc\nA bur -> bel\nA hol supports A bur -> bel\n A mun supports A ber -> kie Support failed. Supported unit's order does not match support given \n A ruh supports A ber -> kie Support failed. Supported unit's order does not match support given \n Germany \n A den -> swe Bounced with swe 1:1 \nF bal -> lvn\n\n Italy \nA tyr supports A tri\nA ven supports A tri\nA tri supports A vie\n A vie supports A tri Support cut by move from gal \nF ion holds\nF tun supports F ion\n\n Russia \nF nwy -> nth\nF ska supports F nwy -> nth\n F swe -> den Bounced with den 1:1 \nA sil -> boh\nA ber holds\nA bud supports A gal -> vie\n A gal -> vie Bounced with vie 2:2 \nF sev holds\n\n Turkey \nF con -> aeg\nF eas supports F con -> aeg\nF aeg -> gre\nA alb supports F aeg -> gre\nA ser supports F aeg -> gre\nA gre -> bul\nF rum supports A gre -> bul\n\nNo retreating units, retreat phase skipped.\n\n Fall 1904 Orders are due Sunday, 18 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) \n\nOoC: Please excuse the lateness of this post. My RAM on my home computer has decided this would be a good time to crap out, what will all the med school application deadlines and all. 🫤\n\nAnd Moody, thanks. That was nice.😁 Vex and Abelard, I understand the pace problem. However, if you all ever find the time, it'll make me happy (and that's never a bad thing)."
},
{
"author": "Abelard",
"message": "I suppose we're only going to get Fall 1904 in before the Thanksgiving break? Or maybe Winter '04 also?"
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Abelard \n I suppose we're only going to get Fall 1904 in before the Thanksgiving break? Or maybe Winter '04 also? \n \n\nPersonally, I'm hopping on a bus home in about two hours, and once I'm home I'll have limited computer access and I'll be wicked busy. But I've already sent in Fall 1904 orders, so I don't mind if that turn happens. I'll be home until Sunday night."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Fall 1904 Orders \n \n England \n F yor -> lon Bounced with lon 1:2 \n F nao -> mao Bounced with spa/sc 1:1 \n France \nF lvp holds\nF lon holds\nF eng supports F lon\nA bel holds\nA mun supports A hol-> kie\nA hol -> kie\nA ruh supports A mun\nA gas -> bur\n F spa/sc -> mao Bounced with nao 1:1 \n Germany \n NMR, all units tasked to hold \nF lvn holds\n A den holds Dislodged from swe 2:1, no retreat possible unit destroyed \n Italy \n F ion -> alb Bounced 1:1 with alb, dislodged from aeg 3:1 \n F tun -> ion Failed because F ion -> alb failed \n A tyr supports A tri Support cut by move from boh \n A tri supports A vie -> bud Support cut by move from ser \n A vie -> bud Bounced with bud 1:1, dislodged from gal 2:1 \nA ven supports A tri\n\n Russia \nA gal -> vie\nA bud supports A gal -> vie\nF swe -> den\nF ska supports F swe -> den\nF nth -> edi\nF sev -> bla\nA ber holds\n A boh -> tyr Bounced with tyr 1:1 \n Turkey \n A ser -> tri Bounced with ser 1:2 \n A alb supports A ser -> tri Support cut by move from ion \nF aeg -> ion\nF eas supports F aeg -> ion\nF aeg supports F aeg -> ion\nF rum -> bla\n A bul -> ser Failed because A ser -> tri failed \n Retreats: Italian F ion can retreat to adr, nap, tys, or disband\n\n Winter 1904 Adjustments \nEngland: eliminated\nFrance: 2 builds\nItaly: N/A\nRussia: 2 builds\nTurkey: 1 build\n\nOoC: Get those adjustments and builds in as soon as you can. I know Moody and Abelard will be gone for the week, so I set the due date for next Monday. If I get the orders before then, I'll update accordingly. Happy Thanksgiving all!\n\n Winter 1904 Adjustments are due next Monday, 26 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " The New York Times - January 11, 1905 \n The War in Europe: A Special Report \n And then there were four.... \n\n\n1. France (11, +2): The French continued their invasions of Germany and England to successful conclusions this year. France is now the only Western European power remaining, and with its ally Italy coming under heavy attack might find itself alone against the Eastern powers.\n\n2. Russia (10, +2): The Russians made headway on all fronts, with the capture of Denmark, Edinburgh, and Vienna. However, Sevastapol fell to the Turks. Experts are still uncertain whether this presages the breakup of the alliance or is merely a decpetion ploy to fool the other powers.\n\n3. Turkey (8, +1): The Turks continued their push into the Med and the Balkans. They seized Sevastapol in a daring attack but the Russian presence in the Black Sea poses a serious threat to the Turkish homelands.\n\n4. Italy (5, -1): The Italians came under severe attack from the Russians and the Turks, losing control of Vienna, and perhaps more importantly, the Ionian Sea. With the Italian forces reeling and the French unable or unwilling to provide aid, the future looks bleak for Italy.\n\n5. Germany and Britain (0, -2 and 0, -2): 1904 marked the end of the British and German Empires. Both nation's rulers have set up governments in exile in their respective colonial possessions. Ironically, the United States government has set itself up as the protector of the British and will provide security and aid.\n\n Saratoga Springs Odds Calculator \n\nUncertainty in the diplomatic framework of the remaining powers have translated into uncertainity from the bookmakers. The situation is likely to be more clear in 1906, so if you have some juicy insider information, take advantage of the improved odds!\n\nFrance: 10:1\nRussia: 10:1\nTurkey: 20:1\nItaly: 50:1"
},
{
"author": "Katonta",
"message": "Odd, I could have sworn I had already sent those orders in. *goes to check PM box* Oh, I guess I hadn't. Umm, I guess saying Oops would be an understatement, eh? 😳\n\nWell, I wish the rest good luck in the war, may the best star shine brightest."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Winter 1904 Results \n \n Adjustments and Retreats\n \n England: eliminated disbands F nao, F yor\n France: builds A mar, F bre\n Germany: eliminated, disbands F lvn\n Italy: F ion -> nap\n Russia: builds A war, F stp/nc\n Turkey: builds A smy\n\n Spring 1905 Orders are due Tomorrow, Tuesday, 27 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) \n France: "
},
{
"author": "Abelard",
"message": "Elektro, can you please review my build orders? I think that A PAR should be in MAR. Thanks."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Abelard \n Elektro, can you please review my build orders? I think that A PAR should be in MAR. Thanks. \n \n\nYou are right. I've changed the map above to reflect the proper build order (A mar)."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Elektro \n You are right. I've changed the map above to reflect the proper build order (A mar). \n \n\n... Could you change it back? I think I liked A Par better ... 😏"
},
{
"author": "Abelard",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Moody the Wise \n ... Could you change it back? I think I liked A Par better ... 😏 \n \n\nHeh, there's a shocker! 😁 Let's ask Turkey which he prefers..."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " This is your \"the deadline is up so get me your orders except for Abelard and Charity who get brownie points\" warning. That is all. 😁"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Spring 1905 Results \n \n France \nA bel holds\n F bre -> eng Failed because F eng -> nth failed \n A bur -> mun Failed because A mun -> sil failed \n F eng -> nth Bounced with ska 2:2 \nA kie holds\nA ruh supports A kie\nF lvp -> cly\nF lon supports F eng -> nth\n A mun -> sil Bounced with war 1:1 \nF spa/sc -> wes\nA mar -> pie\n\n Italy \n\nF nap supports F tun -> ion\n F tun -> ion Bounced with ion 2:2 \n A tyr supports A tri -> vie Support cut by move from boh \n A tri -> vie Bounced with vie 1:1, Dislodged from ser 4:1, no retreat possible, unit destroyed \n A ven -> apu Bounced with smy 1:1 \n Russia \nF bla -> con\n a ber -> kie Bounced with kie 2:2 \n A boh -> tyr Bounced with tyr 1:1 \nA bud supports A ser -> tri\nA vie supports A ser -> tri\nF den supports A ber -> kie\nF edi supports F ska -> nth\n F ska -> nth Bounced with eng 2:2 \nF stp/nc -> nwy\n A war -> sil Bounced with mun 1:1 \n Turkey \nA alb supports A ser -> tri\nA ser -> tri\nA bul -> ser\nF eas convoys A smy -> apu\nF ion convoys A smy -> apu\nF sev -> bla\n A smy -> apu Bounced with ven 1:1, convoy path: smy -> eas -> ion -> apu \nF gre supports F ion\n\nNo retreating units, retreat phase skipped\n\n Fall 1905 Orders are due Friday, 30 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Charity",
"message": "I was under the impression that If I attacked a conveying fleet that the convoy was disrupted at that point, am I incorrect?\n\n Cool, so long as i know. "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "I had this question come up in my other game, so I'll just call on my trusty friends Ctrl-C and Ctrl-V. 😉\n\n \n Originally Posted by Elektro \n According to the Diplomacy rulebook, the following can cause a convoy order to fail:\n\n1. Dislodgement of the convoying unit\n2. The convoy order causes a standoff -- example French F eng convoys A pic -> lon, English A lon holds\n\nIt's on page 12 if you want to read more. \n "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Fall 1905 Results \n \n France \n F cly -> edi Bounced with edi 1:1 \nA bel -> hol\nF bre -> eng\nF lon -> yor\nF eng -> lon\nA kie supports A mun -> ber\nA pie -> ven\nA mun -> ber\nA bur -> mun\nA ruh supports A kie\nF wes -> tun\n\n Italy \n A tyr -> tri Bounced with ser 1:2, dislodged from tri 3:1, no retreat possible, unit destroyed \nA ven -> rom\nF tun -> tys\nF nap supports F tun -> tys\n\n Russia \n F edi -> cly Bounced with cly 1:1 \nA boh supports A tri -> tyr\nA vie supports A tri -> tyr\n A ber supports A war -> sil Support cut by move from mun, dislodged from mun 2:1 \nA war -> sil\nA bud -> gal\n A con holds Dislodged from smy 2:1 \nF ska -> nth\nF nwy supports F ska -> nth\nF den supports F ska -> nth\n\n Turkey \nA alb supports A ser -> tri\nA ser -> tri\nF gre -> ion\nF eas supports F gre -> ion\nF ion -> adr\nA tri -> tyr\nA smy -> con\nF bla supports A smy -> con\n\n Retreats \nA ber retreats to pru\nF con disbands\n\n Adjustments \nFrance: 3 builds\nItaly: 1 disband\nTurkey: 1 build\n\n Winter 1905 Adjustments are due Sunday, 2 December at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Winter 1905 Results \n \n France \nBuilds A mar\nBuilds A par\nBuilds F bre\n\n Italy \nDisbands F tys\n\n Turkey \nBuilds F smy\n\n Spring 1905 Orders are due Tuesday, 4 December at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " The New York Times - January 2, 1906\n\nThe War in Review: 1905 \n\n1. France (14, +3): The French once again have continued their winning way with the conquest of Germany and an apparent political agreement to assume control over Italian possessions. They are the undisputed leader, but are in a race against time as the \"juggernaut\" of Russia and Turkey bears down upon them.\n\n2. Russia (9, -1): The Russians were forced out of Berlin and have been forced to regroup their forces. The Bear will have to see tactical successes this year if it wishes to prevent itself from becoming a vassal of the French.\n\n2. Turkey (9, +1): The Turks continued their push into Western Europe and Italy. With their Russian allies they will look to put the French on the defensive.\n\n3. Italy (2, -2): The Italians are only barely hanging on to life. It is unclear whether France will use them as a bulwark against the Turks or simply finish them off, but either way Italy will soon be gobbled up."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Spring 1906 Results \n\nEDIT: Includes French retreat A ven -> tus\n\n \n France \n A ber holds Dislodged from sil 2:1, no retreat possible, unit destroyed \nF cly supports F yor -> edi\nF eng -> bel\nA hol supports F eng -> bel\n A kie supports A ber Support cut by move from den \n F lon -> nth Bounced with edi 1:2 \nA mar -> pie\n A mun -> sil Bounced with gal 1:1 \nA par -> bur\n A ruh -> mun Failed because A mun -> sil failed \nF tun holds\n A ven -> tyr Bounced with tyr 1:1, dislodged from tyr 3:1 \n Italy \n F nap -> ion Bounced against ion 1:2 \n A rom supports A ven Support failed: move orders must be supported explicitly \n Russia \nA sil -> ber\nA pru supports A sil -> ber\n A gal -> sil Bounced with mun 1:1 \n A boh -> mun Bounced with ruh 1:1 \n A vie supports A tyr Support failed: move orders must be supported explicitly \n F den -> kie Bounced with kie 1:1 \nF edi -> nth\nF nth -> hel\nF nwy supports F edi -> nth\n\n Turkey \nA tyr -> ven\nF adr supports A tyr -> ven\nA tri supports A tyr -> ven\nA alb -> apu convoy path: alb -> ion -> apu \nF ion convoys A alb -> ion\nF eas supports F ion\nF smy -> aeg\nA con -> bul\nF bla -> con\n\n French A ven retreats to tus \n Fall 1906 Orders are due Friday, 7 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Fall 1906 Results \n \n France \nF eng -> nth\n F cly -> nrg Bounced with nwy 1:1 \nF edi supports F eng -> nth\nF lon support F eng -> nth\nF bel supports f eng -> nth\n A hol supports A kie Support cut by move from nth \n A kie supports A mun Support cut by move from ber, dislodged from ber 3:2, no retreat possible, unit destroyed \nA ruh supports A kie\n A mun supports A kie Support cut by move from boh \nA bur supports A mun\nA pie supports A tus -> ven\n A tus -> ven Bounced with ven 2:2 \n F tun -> ion Bounced with aeg 1:2 \n Italy \nA rom -> apu\nF nap supports A rom -> apu\n\n Russia \nA gal -> sil\n A boh -> mun Bounced with mun 1:2 \nA vie -> tyr\nA pru -> ber\nA ber -> kie\nF den supports A ber -> kie\nF hel supports A ber -> kie\n F nth -> hol Bounced with hol 1:1, dislodged from eng 4:1 \n F nwy -> nrg Bounced with cly 1:1 \n Turkey \nF adr supports A ven\n A ven supports A apu -> rom Support cut by move from tus \n A apu -> rom Bounced with rom 1:1, dislodged from rom 2:1, no retreat possible, unit destroyed \nA tri supports A vie -> tyr\nA bul -> ser\nF ion -> tys\nF aeg -> ion\nF eas supports F aeg -> ion\nF con -> aeg\n\n Fall 1906 Retreats \nRussian F nth retreats to ska\n\n Winter 1906 Adjustments \nFrance: no change\nItaly: no change\nRussia: 1 build\nTurkey: 2 builds\n\n Winter 1906 Builds are due Sunday, 9 December at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Since I've got the only retreat, here it is, and we can all get on with our lives: F Nth-Ska."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Elektro \n Fall 1905 Results \n\nyada yada yada\n\n Winter 1904 Builds are due Sunday, 9 December at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) \n \n\nAlso, I'm not sure what is going on with the space-time continuum here, but it's totally Winter 1906. Probably something to do with the flux capacitor."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "I am sad to report that by my count (and by the count of my newly-updated jDip file for this game) France has no disbands. Curious as to how this could be after he lost three centers and only had two units destroyed, I went back to the Spring 06 map. It seems as though at that point he had 14 SCs and 13 units, so the shortfall there accounts for it."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Also, I'm not sure what is going on with the space-time continuum here, but it's totally Winter 1906. Probably something to do with the flux capacitor. \n\nIn my defense, I'm a retard. 😁\n\n I am sad to report that by my count (and by the count of my newly-updated jDip file for this game) France has no disbands. Curious as to how this could be after he lost three centers and only had two units destroyed, I went back to the Spring 06 map. It seems as though at that point he had 14 SCs and 13 units, so the shortfall there accounts for it. \n\nYou are correct. I failed to account for the loss of A ber in S1906. Both things are updated in the previous post. Thanks for checking."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " Russian News and World Report \n\n1. France, with 12 supply centers, is still playing the lead on the European stage. However, with the loss of two supply centers this year, France's time on the top of this chart may be limited.\n2. Russia, with 10 supply centers, made a stunning and daring comeback this year, taking back Berlin and then sacrificing its North Sea position to push onward into Kiel. Although France now controls the North Sea, Russian fleets line the region and hungrily await any chance France will give them to take it back.\n2. Turkey now has 10 supply centers as well. The progress of Turkey has been slow but steady for sure. Swiss watchmakers are working on a way to set their watches to the progress of Turkey. With a Turkish fleet now in the Tyrhennian Sea, could this be the end of French hegemony in the Iberian peninsula?\n3. Italy, with only 2 supply centers left, represents the smallest but most resilient threat to the Russo-Ottoman alliance. Even though he is blatantly giving his supply centers to France, we really wish he'd just die."
},
{
"author": "mdsoze",
"message": "Since my PM box is full and I don't have time to clear it out before the deadline, Turkey builds two armies, one in Con and one in Smy.\n\nI think this should be totally unsurprising to anyone, and so I have no problem posting it in the thread. I'll be clearing out the box tomorrow morning though, so if anyone wants to do Diplomacy, feel free to send me something."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Winter 1906 Results \n \n Russia: Builds F stp/nc\n Turkey: Builds A con, A smy\n\n Spring 1907 Orders are due Tuesday, 11 December at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Spring 1907 Results \n \n France \nF bel supports F nth\nA bur -> gas\nF cly -> nao\nF edi -> nwg\nA hol holds\nF lon supports F nth\n A mun -> tyr Dislodged from tyr 3:1 \n F nth supports F edi -> nth Support cut by move from ska \nA pie supports A mun -> tyr\nA ruh supports A hol\nF tun -> wes\nA tus -> rom\n\n Italy \n A apu supports A tus -> rom Support cut by move from ven \nF nap supports A tus -> rom\n\n Russia \nA ber supports A kie\nA den supports A kie\nF hel supports A kie\nA kie holds\nF stp/nc -> bar\nA tyr -> mun\nA sil supports A tyr -> mun\nA boh supports A tyr -> mun\n F ska -> nth Bounced with nth 2:3 \nF nwy supports F ska -> nth\n\n Turkey \nF adr supports F eas -> ion\nF aeg supports F eas ion\nF eas -> ion\nA con -> bul\nF ion -> tys\nA ser -> tri\nA smy -> con\nA tri -> tyr\nF tys -> lyo\n A ven -> apu Bounced with apu 1:1 \n Retreats \nA mun retreats to bur\n\n Game Information \nI assumed you'd want that retreat Abelard since it's that or disband 🙂. It saves me time to do it now. Also, I'm going to shift the game to one season per week. So from the week of Dec at least January, we will have only one season. This will account for the business of the holidays and people like Moody who will have limited computer access. It will also give you all plenty of time to scheme, as 1908 will likely be the most important year in this game.\n\n\n Fall 1907 Results are due Friday, 14 December at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Abelard",
"message": "Ha! See, I... oh, wait, never mind, I read the map wrong.\n\nDrat."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Fall 1907 Results \n \n France \nF ebl -> eng\n A bur -> mun Bounced with sil 2:2 \n[U]A gas -> spa[/U Bounced with lyo 1:1 ]\n A kol -> kie Bounced with ber 1:1, dislogded from kie 2:1 \n F lon -> nth Failed because F nth -> nwy failed \nF nao -> mao\n F nth -> nwy Bounced with nwy 1:1, dislodged from nwy 3:1 \n F nwg supports F nth -> nwy Support cut by move from bar \nA pie -> mar\n rom holds\nA ruh supports A bur -> mun\nF wes -> tys\n\n Italy \n A apu supports A ven Support cut by move from con, dislodged from con 2:1, no retreat possible, unit destroyed \n F nap -> ion Bounced against ion 1:1 \n Russia \n F bar -> nwg Bounced against nwg 1:1 \nA ber -> kie\nA kie -> hol\nF hel supports A kie -> hol\nF nwy -> nth\nF den supports F nwy -> nth\nF ska supports F nwy -> nth\n A mun -> ruh Bounced with ruh 1:1 \nA boh supports A sil -> mun\n A sil -> mun Bounced with bur 2:2 \n Turkey \nF adr spports A con -> apu\nF aeg convoys A con -> apu\nF ion convoys A con -> apu\nA bul -> ser\nA con -> apu convoy path con -> aeg -> ion -> apu \n F lyo -> spa/sc Bounced with gas 1:1 \nA tri supports A ven\nA tyr -> pie\nA ven supports A tyr -> pie\nF tys -> tun\n\n\n Retreats \nFrench A hol can retreat to bel or disband\nFrench F nth can retreat to yor, edi, bel, or disband\n\n Adjustments \nFrance: 2 disbands\nItaly: N/A\nRussia: 2 builds\nTurkey: 1 build\n\n Winter 1907 Builds are due Monday, 17 December at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) \n Spring 1908 Moves are due Wednesday, 19 December at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Winter 1907 Results \n \n France: Disbands F nwg\n Russia: Builds A war. 1 build was unused.\n Turkey: Builds A smy\n\n Spring 1908 Moves are due Wednesday, 19 December at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Abelard",
"message": " Now playing in French cinemas: \n\nThe new documentary from President Abelard, updating an older American classic comedy. Rick Moranis narrates \"Honey, I Shrunk the Empire.\" \n\nThe film has earned poor reviews from most of our citizens, but tourists from Turkey and Russia have left the theater laughing hysterically. Then again, French humor has always been a little hard to fathom."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Spring 1908 Results \n \n France \nF mao -> naf\nF tys -> wes\nA gas supports A bur -> mar\n A rom holds Dislodged from apu 2:1 \nA bur -> mar\nA mar -> spa\nA ruh -> bur\nA bel holds\nF eng -> mao\nF lon -> eng\n\n Italy \n F nap supports A rom Support cut by move from ion \n Russia \nF bar -> nwy\nF nth -> yor\nF ska -> nth\nF den supports F ska -> nth\nF hel supports F ska -> nth\nA hol holds\nA kie supports A hol\nA boh supports A mun\nA mun holds\nA sil -> ber\nA war -> sil\n\n Turkey: \nF lyo -> tys\nF tun supports F lyo -> tys\n F ion -> nap Bounced with nap 1:1 \nA apu -> rom\nA ven supports A apu -> rom\n A pie -> mar Bounced against bur 1:2 \nA tri supports A ser\nA ser supports A tri\n F adr -> ion Failed because f ion -> nap failed \nF aeg supports F adr -> ion\nA smy holds\n\n Retreats: \nFrench A rom can retreat to tus or disband\n\nSince it's the holidays and we're all busy, Fall 1908 orders will be due in two weeks.\n\n Fall 1908 Orders are due Friday, 4 January 2008 at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Abelard",
"message": "While we still rule the Atlantic, the Bureau for Colonization of New Lands has gone exploring to find a suitable place to relocate the French people after this, well, to borrow a word from our Italian neighbors, fiasco . The country of Argentina looked lovely until we realized that the former Germans had already resettled there. We decided to not pursue that avenue further...\n\nOur next stop was Canada - after all, we did own it a hundred or so years back, didn't we? What's a century between friends? Quite a lot, it seems. The remnants are clustered around a few nice cities around those big lakes, and the rest seem to have been shipped off by the English. Lovely. And since we get the feeling the England isn't too thrilled with us at the moment, either, we moved on...\n\nAfrica? We used to hold some stuff down there. Eh, still to Dark Continent-y... and too close to those wretched Turks...\n\nHey, hey! Southeast Asia! We seem to own some of this, too. Hot as anything and a bit sticky, but I'm sure it's plenty stable, [1800's-style colonial-era voice] and since we can't understand what they people who already live there are saying, we can just pretend it's some kind of welcome! Huzzah! [/1800-s c-e v] Prepare packing at once!\n\nOnt-day ell-tay the avy-nay; they can cover our departure! Croissants for all!\n\n*********\n\n See, now that I don't have to waste my time with silly things like negotiating and strategy and winning , I seem to have plenty of time to make witty game posts! Thanks, mdsoze and Moody! 😛 "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "You all get a gold star for remember the deadline without any prompting from me. Good job! And without further ado ...\n\n Fall 1908! \n \n France \nA bel -> pic\nA bur holds\nF eng -> mao\nA gas supports A bur hold\nA mar supports A tus -> pie\nF mao -> wes\nF naf supports F mao -> wes\nA spa holds\n A tus -> pie Bounced with pie 2:2 \nF wes -> lyo\n\n Italy \n F nap holds Dislodged from ion 2:1, no retreat possible, unit destroyed \n Russia \nA ber -> mun\nA boh -> vie\nF den -> nth\nF nth -> edi\nF yor -> lon\nF nwy -> nrg\nF hel -> hol\nA hol -> ruh\nA kie supports A hol -> ruh\nA mun -> tyr\nA sil -> gal\n\n Turkey \nF adr -> apu\nF aeg -> ion\nF ion -> nap\n A pie supports A ven Support cut by move from tus \nA rom supports F ion -> nap\nA ser -> bud\nA smy holds\nF tun supports F tys\nF tys supports F tun\nA ven supports A pie\nA tri holds\n\n Retreats \nNo retreats\n\n Adjustments \nFrance: 3 disbands\nItaly: eliminated\nRussia: 2 builds\nTurkey: 3 builds\n\n Winter 1908 Adjustments are due Sunday, 6 January 2008 at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Open letter to the hated Ottomans:\n\nDear Matt,\n\nSuck it.\n\nSincerely,\nRussia\n\nP.S. I mean ... I clearly turned on you too, so it's all good, I'm just a little confused as to why you didn't go all out. Anyway, may the best man win."
},
{
"author": "mdsoze",
"message": "Very simple. In case you weren't turning on me, I wanted to be able to sell it as... \"I was just keeping us balanced.\"\n\nBut alas..... it was not meant to be."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Winter 1909 Results \n \n France: Disbands A pic, A bur, A gas\n Russia: Builds A war, A mos\n Turkey: Builds F ank, A con\n\n Spring 1909 Orders are due Friday, 11 January at 2200 EST ()#)) GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Abelard",
"message": "Not to be a wet blanket, but I'll ask the question anyway: Matt, do you want to keep fighting a few more turns, or should we give the win to Moody?"
},
{
"author": "mdsoze",
"message": "I want to put up a resistance and fight hard. I'm sorry I haven't PM'd you yet. I'm just bad with PMs. Much better with IM or e-mail.\n\nLook, Obviously, we need to stop fighting, and redeploy around to try to contain russia. That's been my strategy all along, and I assumed you do the same thing.\n\nI'm planning a massive redeployment to try to contain him, to the best of my abilities. I'm moving away from you, and back twoards him.\n\nWe're fighting on separate fronts, so I don't see much room for coordination.\n\nBut I'm going to try to prevent the solo, and I hope you do the same.\n\nMatt"
},
{
"author": "Abelard",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by mdsoze \n Look, Obviously, we need to stop fighting, and redeploy around to try to contain russia. That's been my strategy all along, and I assumed you do the same thing.\nMatt \n \n\nThis would have been really good to know before I disbanded all the northern units! 😳"
},
{
"author": "mdsoze",
"message": "Yes, well, you aren't supposed to conduct Diplomacy during the build phase anyways. :)"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "Sorry for the delay. I was in St. Louis for a med school interview. With that, I'm back and ready to finish up this game. Check your PM boxes for the invite to round 2!\n\n Spring 1909 Results \n \n France \n\nA tus holds\nF naf holds\n F mao -> eng Bounced with nth 1:1 \n F wes -> mao Failed because F mao -> eng failed \n F lyo -> wes Failed because F wes -> mao failed \n A mar -> bur Bounced with mun 1:2 \n A spa -> bur Failed because A mar -> bur failed \n Russia \nF edi -> cly\nF lon -> wal\n F nth -> eng Bounced with mao 1:1 \nF nwg -> nao\nF hol -> bel\nA ruh supports A mun -> bur\nA mun -> bur\nA vie -> bud\nA gal supports A vie -> bud\n A tyr -> tri Bounced with tri 1:1, dislodged from pie 2:1 \nA war -> ukr\nA mos -> sev\nA kie -> mun\n\n Turkey \n\nA smy -> arm\nF ank -> bla\nA con -> bul\nA pie -> tyr\nA ven supports A pie -> tyr\n A tri supports A bud Support cut by move from tyr \n A bud supports A tri Support cut by move from bud, dislodged from bud 2:1 \nF apu -> adr\nF nap -> ion\nF ion -> aeg\nA rom -> nap\nF tys supports F tun\nF tun supports F tys\n\n Retreats \nRussian A tyr can retreat to boh, vie or disband\nTurkish A bud can retreat to rum, ser, or disband\n\n Fall 1909 Orders are due this Friday, 18 January at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
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"author": "thewamp",
"message": "Hey, I'm beginning another (youngstown) game . Just giving a head's up for any of you interested in joining. I'll be GMing a standard one starting in early February, as well."
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"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Fall 1909 Results - Russia Claims Victory! \n \n France \nF lyo convoys A tus -> spa\nA spa -> gas\nA mar supports A spa -> gas\nF naf -> mao\nF wes supports F naf -> mao\nA tus -> spa convoy path: tus -> lyo -> spa \n Russia \nF bel -> pic\nA boh supports A gal -> vie\n A bud -> tri Bounced with tri 1:1 \nA bur -> par\nF cly -> lvp\nA gal -> vie\n A mun -> tyr Bounced with tyr 1:1 \n F nao -> mao Bounced with naf 1:2 \nF nth -> eng\nA ruh -> bel\nA sev -> rum\nA ukr supports A sev -> rum\nF wal -> iri\n\n Turkey \nNo moves received, all units tasked to hold\n\n Final Supply Center Count \nRussia: 18\nTurkey: 13\nFrance: 4\n\n All-Star Scoring \n\nAs part of our All-Star rankings, I will now tally up the score. Here is how points are earned:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n1 point for every SC controlled at the end of the game:\n10 points for a solo win\n2 points for surviving to the finish\n1st - 10 points\n2nd - 8 points\n3rd - 6 points\n4th - 4 points\n5th - 3 points\n6th - 2 points\n7th 1 point\n \n\n Standings after Game 1: \n\n1: Moody_the_Wise, 40 points\n2: mdsoze, 23 points\n3. Abelard, 12 points\n4. Charity, 4 points\n5. katonta, 3 points\n6. Vexen, 2 points\n\nCongratulations to Moody for his solo win. EOG reports would be greatly appreciated.\n\nI'll see you all at round 2!"
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"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Hmm ... what to say, what to say?\n\nWell, thanks to Elektro for being an excellent GM and to my great and worthy opponents Abelard and mdsoze. I had a lot of fun playing with both of you. As for those who left the game earlier, either by elimination or dropping out, I recognize your contributions as well, but mdsoze and Abelard are the two players I interacted with most from the beginning straight through to the bitter end.\n\nNow, back to the beginning. I started off the game with one of the better jokes I've ever come up with: the Moosacks. So that was fun.\n\nAs I've said, I was working closely with Abelard and mdsoze from day 1. Mdsoze and I ruthlessly tore Vexen's A-H a new one, while Abelard and I planned for the future when our armies would meet. I put an army into Silesia in Fall 1901 and managed to reassure Germany that it was there only to give me leverage on Galicia. I boldly slapped England in the face in Spring 1902 by taking Norway. I got a windfall there with England NMRing that turn and the next. In the Fall of 1902 I moved on Germany by taking Berlin and made one of the key maneuvers of the game in the Balkans. I gave Italy, the natural enemy of me and Turkey, support into Vienna. I did this without telling Turkey first. You know what they say, that it's always easier to ask forgiveness than to ask permission? Well, it worked out for me here. Turkey accepted my apology, and from that moment on our destinies were intertwined. I had succeeded in setting Italy up in just the right way as to give Turkey little choice but to remain allied to me. I also succeeded in setting that eventual war up to take long enough to settle some affairs in the North.\n\nIn 1903 I continued my policy of building a Northern fleet, and it paid off: I was able to hold on to Norway and Sweden. I also told my ally France that in return for my support into Munich, he needed to turn on England. I'm not sure how that worked out for me in the end, as it clearly did benefit France to do it, but I was able to convince England to turn back on France whereas I had the sneaking suspicion that he otherwise would have been a French puppet. It also made France enough of a threat that, in continuation of previous policy, Turkey really had to stay with me or he would hand the game to France. I must say here that my interpretation of events may be very shaky: when dealing with Abelard, I was never sure exactly who was manipulating whom. Also in 1903, I gave up Rumania to Turkey in a plan that catapulted me into Budapest as compensation. Thus began the program of ceding land to Turkey that would eventually result in the willing transfer to him of one of my home supply centers, Sevastopol. 1903 marked the end of the Austro-Hungarian empire. So it goes.\n\nIn 1904 Germany, or at least so it seemed, decided to throw itself at me. I got off easy with the NMR that Fall, at which point Germany (and England) ceased to be. In the Spring I declined France's support into Kiel by just not moving out of Berlin. That's a hard one to explain ... but I think I was just scared of meeting France's armies so closely, especially at a time when I had so few of my own in the area. This, added to my unannounced seizure of Edinburgh, was the start of real tensions between me and France. On the Southern front, things were mostly uninteresting, save for the aforementioned willing sacrifice of Sevastopol to Turkey. It may seem counterintuitive, but I believe it was one of the shrewdest moves I made in this game. It may or may not have genuinely confused France as to the Russo-Turkish alliance, but either way it kept that alliance together and it gave me an easy supply center to take back when Turkey and I eventually had to fight.\n\n1905 was a breakout year for the T-R against Italy. Up North, France took Berlin from me, but I managed to put myself back in the North Sea and hold on to everything else.\n\n1906 was an excellent year. Not only did I take back Berlin, I marched straight on to Kiel and took that too. By the end of the year, I had five units that could act on Munich and four on the North Sea. While I lost (and sort of abandoned, because I knew I'd lose it) Edinburgh, I netted one against France and was in a great position to continue advancing. If there was one year that defined this game, 1906 may very well have been the one. No offense intended to Abelard - I have said before and will say again that I consider him the better diplomat - but I think I truly outplayed him in this year. With the fruits of my labor I built yet another fleet in St. Petersburg.\n\n1907 saw the fall of Munich to my forces in the Spring, followed by the capture of Holland and the North Sea in the Fall. I built an army in Warsaw and waived my other build, anticipating to use it to surprise Turkey in Winter 1908 when I planned to turn on him for the win.\n\nFall 1908 saw the mutual stab with Turkey. I was really glad that he made his move the same season that I made mine; I had enjoyed working with him, and the whole thing just felt right this way. He got Budapest out of the stab, but all I got was position: Galicia, specifically. Around now France had decided to make a pull South as inducement for Turkey to stab me. I'm not sure what role that played in mdsoze's decision, but it happened.\n\nThere's not much to say about 1909, really. Despite an attempt to redeploy Northward after Turkey's stab, France was unable to do much and I took Liverpool, Belgium, and Paris off his hands. Meanwhile, I took Budapest and Rumania from Turkey to seal the deal and get the five I needed to reach 18. Huh ... I wonder how often people win solo victories without controlling all their home supply centers? Well, I would have gotten it back had we played further seasons.\n\nTo close, this was the best game I have played in a while and challenged me both diplomatically and strategically at every turn. I benefited from a few strokes of good luck, but I also benefited from a few strokes of genius. So while I must acknowledge Lady Luck as my ally, I will still proudly call myself the rightful winner of this game.\n\nI look forward to reading End of Game reports from the others, and possibly one from Elektro."
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"author": "Abelard",
"message": " get comfortable - this will take a while... \n Art of War: France's EOG Statement \n\nEver get that deja vu feeling? You know, like you've done this same thing before? This game, I unbelievably made the same mistake that I made in the Backstab game - I didn't pay enough attention to the other side of the board. I could just kick myself.\n\nThe game started off weirdly. Personally, as France, I prefer the E-F alliance because I hate having to start an attack that heads into a corner just as things start solidifying in the east. But I promised myself to be open to all idas.\n\nGermany had \"interesting\" ideas, such as that he must get 3 builds in 1901, that he wanted Norway, and he wanted me to forward every PM (both sent and received) to him for full disclosure. Whoa. OK, scratch Germany off the list as a potential ally - there was no way that I could keep katonta content if that's how he started .\n\nEngland said that he was willing to be my ally, but that he felt that the E-F screwed England. So... you're signing up for an alliance that you think dooms you to failure? Either you've got a really savage pessimistic streak, or you're just going to look for the first opportunity to make a stab. Heck, even if you think that, don't admit it! So I knew England wouldn't make a good ally.\n\nHaving written off my two traditional allies, I made nice with Russia. I told him that katonta and Elder Kin were insane and needed to be removed from the game for their own good. Or our own good, whatever. Unsurprisingly, Moody thought that was a good idea. Suddenly, I had visions of a F/R bisecting the board, laying waste to all wantonly, and it was beautiful. Unfortunately, it clouded my thinking for a long time to come...\n\nI didn't get much out of Italy, so I didn't really have a southern policy - we said enough to tell each other to stay away. Nothing from Vexen in Austria that I recall (which would be problematic later), and very little from mdsoze in the far corner.\n\nI'm relatively sure that I caused the many bounces in Denmark between England and Germany - Elder Kin seemed to take my advice that it was the best way to slow Germany, and katonta kept believing me when I said that no way would England attack Denmark again. But both of my neighbors were obsessing over Germany getting into Norway. Now that the game is over, I hope that one of you could kindly explain what the thinking there was.\n\nThen Italy attacked Munich, which was almost a complete shock to me, and I hate to admit that. Sure, I told him that Germany told me that he wasn't going to cover Munich, but in a game like this, I half expected Charity's response to be something about Turkey supporting me into STP. The great thing is that I was able to pretend to be Germany's friend one turn longer than Moody could - the move into BER showed Moody's commitment to attacking Germany and allowed me to move into RUH, pretty much dooming Germany.\n\nIt was drawn out, though, by Vexen replacing Elder Kin in England. I was going to stab England first, actually, but Elektro's backup orders would have bounced me, so I stuck to the script. Vexen and I actually worked up a plan to get him involved with the destruction of Germany - hopefully, only to a small extent, as I was still eyeing those British dots. But there was a bad silence at a critical time, and not having worked with Vexen very long made me wonder how on-board he was with me.\n\nAnd here's where I screwed up the game. Moody got very odd suddenly, and we passed a tense few days with long messages, each convinced one was going to stab the other. Moody, you said it well above: I'm not sure who was \"ahead\" for most of that time. For a day, I think we all but declared war on each other before sort of patching things up. But what I didn't do was evaluate this dust-up with regards to what he had in the east. In hindsight, there was a good R/T, but I was convinced that Moody would pick the F/R over it. Why? I don't know. I certainly can't think of any good reason now. Nothing in the messages seems to indicate that it was anything more than a slight possibility. So, Moody, I give you credit - right there, in that season or two, you won the game by playing me like a fiddle. You said that I had to attack England immediately to keep our alliance intact, and I handed you the rosin.\n\nSo I crashed into England anyway as I was mopping up Germany. Whee! I got a little concerned when Russia moved into NTH, but not too much. I was doing the math and thinking that I suddenly had a real shot at 18, especially because katonta, bless him, was taking that rogue fleet to an unopposed shot at STP! Russia would have to stop, turn around, and dedicate at least two units to squish the raider, and with that I would have enough time to position my own fleets to bear on Scandinavia as well as prepare a push into Italy. Seriously, look at the map after Spring 1904. It's possible! I got all excited for it... and then Germany NMR'd! Aaaarrrrrgggghhhh!!\n\nPlus, Russia took EDI, and I realized our deal was done for good. I tried (lamely) to shame him into coming to my side, but by now I saw that the R/T was serving him too well, and there was no way he'd break it at that point. Saw it about two seasons too late.\n\nItaly asked me to take his dots before Turkey did, but I wasn't strong enough in the south to really hold them. I made the push all the same, but got stalled at about 15 units, as I feared I would. So here I was, three dots from the win, and knowing I was doomed to lose. It felt horrible.\n\nI tried to fight both fronts but quickly realized that wasn't going to work, so I took the opportunity to play \"kingmaker\". Sure, Moody had more-or-less betrayed me, but I found that fact that he outplayed me more deserving of the victory than the occasional too-short notes from Turkey (that in retrospect he meant even less than I suspected he did at the time). I even tried to use that to negotiate with Turkey, to no avail. At the end, mdsoze convinced me to at least try to force a draw, but we see how that turned out, don't we?\n\nI had an OK game. I played well against Germany and England at the start, and had a good plan to get me into the midgame. On the bad side, I botched catching the R/T and attacked the only other power I could hope would have helped me, Vexen's England version 2. I'm not too upset with a third place finish - even my F/R \"master plan\" proposed a race to 18 at the end, so there was always the idea that maybe I'd end up in second even if everything went right, so I'm only one spot lower. I know, it all sounds like justification now...\n\nCommunication between myself and Moody and katonta was excellent, and not too bad with Elder Kin before he dropped out. Charity and I should have worked together better, and Vexen was understandably silent as Austria, but still not very talkative as England. mdsoze and I never talked enough; I'd send him vague ideas, hoping he'd bite, and he'd send back one-sentence replies for more information that felt more like fishing than real enthusiasm. To me, the talking and negotiations are a huge part of the game - I've been \"accused\" of letting my negotiations determine my tactics, and that's pretty much spot on.\n\nI was OK with the quick turnaround time; another day or two here and there would have made it easier to get orders in and still make fun posts in the game thread, which I missed doing.\n\nThanks to all the other players, and of course a huge thanks to Elektro for running this one. At least we made it quick!\n\nSorry I won't be joining you all for part 2 - as a pension consultant, I get as busy as accountants this time of year, so starting a new game before April 15 is pretty much a dozen ulcers waiting to happen. Best of luck to all!\n\n- Abelard"
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"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Elektro's EOG \n\nFirst of all, I'd like to thank all the players. I wasn't sure what to expect when I sent out the invites for the first \"All-Stars\" game. Even though there were still noticeable gaps in talent, I have to say that almost everyone was excellent at sticking with this game. Everyone should be proud that our game actually finished! 😉\n\nAs I see it, this game had two distinct parts. The first was up until France and Russia squared off in Germany. I would say that Abelard played the more skillful game up until this point. It looked as if at the very least he could hold the Holcombe Line (kie-ruh-bur) and block the north. That would allow him freedom in the south. Moody and mdsoze did quite nicely to position themselves for endgame dominance with their carving up of Austria and the Balkans.\n\nThe critical point in the game has to be the German NMR. As Abelard said, the loss of stp would have slowed Russia enough that Abelard could've moved enough fleets to clog the Barents. However, after that he could only hold on\nas the Juggernaut rolled east. I though Moody played it beautifully, with the planned disband of his southern fleet and the transfer of sev.\n\nFrom about 1907 on it was over. Abelard had pretty much given up against Moody and made it official in W1908. His actions then were disappointing based on his previous brilliance, but then again I've never been 3 away only to see it all slip away.\n\nCongrats to Moody for an excellent win. Mdsoze probably should have stabbed earlier, but it was probably futile after Russia dominated the north Atlantic.\n\nOn my GMing, I'd say I did okay. I feel bad about my backup orders, because Abelard could make the case that these cost him the game. The fast timeframe worked great in terms of getting the game done quickly. It lost too much in the banter though, so all of the \"All-Star\" games in the future will be back to 1/week. I feel I was very lenient and accomodating with delays and late orders, and I paid off in a relatively low NMR rate and good player retention.\n\nI'll miss Abelard in the next game. We'll start one April 16, so get ready. 😁"
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"author": "Abelard",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Elektro \n From about 1907 on it was over. Abelard had pretty much given up against Moody and made it official in W1908. His actions then were disappointing based on his previous brilliance, but then again I've never been 3 away only to see it all slip away. \n \n\nIn case anyone is still reading this, I wanted to defend my \"disappointing\" late-game orders.\n\nOnce I realized that the R/T was solid and I made my run for 18, getting stopped at 15 was it. Neither Russia nor Turkey could afford to stab the other while I was still a large power, so I had unwittingly made extra sure that the R/T was locked tight for a few more years (brilliant, wasn't it? 😩 ). I think for the first two seasons I tried to fight both Moody in central Europe and mdsoze in the Med/Italy, but it became obvious that because I had to split my forces and they were leaving nothing in reserve, I was just outnumbered and was going to be forced back to France itself. There would be no split in the R/T until they were each big enough and I was small enough that I'd not be able to latch onto one or the other and still have a shot at a win.\n\nThat's why I took the course that I did. As far as my placement, I was coming in third. But I could still affect who came in first, so why shouldn't I? And, because I'm such a wonderful person and not a vindictive snot, I chose for Moody out of respect for his negotiations and skill, and not against him because he outplayed me. Pullbacks and disbandings in the north followed, and that was that.\n\nI contend that had Turkey stabbed sooner and gotten me on board, he could have won the game himself. Unfortunately for him, they stabbed at the same time, so there was no surprise to be gained."
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"author": "Vexen",
"message": "Austria's EOG:\n\nFirst I must apologize, I did not NMR in this game, but I did suicide it twice. oops.\n\nI was really anticipating the game and was excited to sign up, however, the day it started, I was hit with a big deadline at work. Also I shortly there after bought a house and moved. losing internet at home for a week. Those of you who were in the youngstown game with me will remember how fatal the NMR and then the missed build orders were for me in that game.\n\nAnyway, order deadlines were coming up and I hadn't a chance to really talk to anyone, except a quick message sent to Turkey. Just feeling out the area. He suggested we work together, so I trusted him and puppeted what he told me. MdSoze you stinking liar, I don't think you said a truthful thing to me the entire game.😛\n\nAnyway, long story short, he stabbed me, so next round I do exactly as he says again. In short a brilliant strategy that left me to my quick demise.\n\nEngland-\n\nI really only took over England so the flow of the game could continue. I hated to see an NMR ruin the game, though replacing someone also throws a wrench in the game. I realized it was a lost cause but at least once i joined no one could yell at the shadow moves by elektro. When France offered assistance, I threw myself at it.\nFor the record Abelard, I am not usually extremely talkative in an accord, probably bad in Diplomacy. But once an agreement has been reached or a fact presented I stick to it. Usually.😉\nAnyway, France stabbed me as expected, but I was willing to take the chance because I needed a full on attack on Germany to get SC's to actually get into the game instead of being a stump in the way of the plow. Russia then offered truce, which I saw as suicide, but again, at this point I had already been eliminated once and was feeling quite out of place playing again so... I went with it.\n\nI was at the time talking with Germany, and was suggesting to him how to stab well at Russia. It was his Idea but I ran with it. . . However, he um. . . did something else and then NMR'd so I can't claim any assistance in that.\n\nI am hoping to make a better showing in the next game as I have played France more than any other country maybe it will work out."
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"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " REPORT TRASMITTED:\nNemesis Tessera\nRECIEVED: Inquisitor Auriga\nDESTINATION: Inquisitorial Barge Toreandus, High Orbit over Empirica Major\nDATE: 0703421.M41\nTELEPATHIC DUCT:\nAstropath-terminus Nacolep\nREF: AdMech/0115242000.1/GW\nAUTHOR: Inquisitor Capilene\nABRIDGER: Genetor-Primus Tethlisian\nTITLE: Suspected Cult Activity on Empirica Major\n\nInformation has come to light pertaining to suspected cult activity on Empirica Major. A man calling himself Hadra Otherius arrived on Chartered Trade Ship Kalayandra at Cypra Mundi 0406420M.41. Otherius had hidden himself on the ship when it left Empirica Major. He was questioned, and his testimony was that he had been forced to leave Empirica due to Chaos Cult activity. Under futher questioning, he revealed that he had been forced to take part in one such cult ritual. He was summarily executed for treason to the Emporer. You have been dispatched to investigate these claims, and if need be, to deal with them. You have full powers, and are justified in any means neccessary. May the Emporer be with you. \n \n Spoiler \nDates are DD/MM/YYY.Millenium\n \n\n\n.................................................. ............\n\nInquisitor Auriga stood quite still, overlooking the bridge of the Toreandus. He activated a com-link to each of his hand-picked bodygaurds. \"You are summoned to the bridge for final briefing.\" Turning, he swept off his requisitioned Chameoleoline Cloak, so that his retinue would be able to see him. He then turned around, waiting for their arrival.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThis is your chance to introduce your character, give a physical description, etc...\nAlso, you need to pick a speech-colour. I'm going to work on a first come, first served basis if two people both want the same colour.\n "
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"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\n\" GHAA! \" Nolt fell off his cot, disturbed from his sleep. \" Huwha? Oh, the vox. \" Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Nolt got up and grabbed his vox from the counter. \" Sir, I am on the way. \" Dropping the vox, Nolt walked over to where he usualy dropped his clothes and got dressed. He then whent over and looked into the mirror. His blue eyes were blood shot. \" Ugh, damned warp travel. Gives me nightmares. \" Running his fingers through his dirty blond hair, he decided that he needed to have it cut sooner or later. After washing his face and putting on his flakshirt, he picked up the vox again and holstered his laspistol and combatknife. On the way out he grabbed his Lasgun and secured his Powerbackpack. He didn't like to go without his weapons. Ever. If he had learned anything during his time in the Imperial guard, it was never go without a weapon. He left his cozy little bunk room and made way to the bridge."
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"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius Sextus \n\nA single affirmative beep came through the Inquisitor's vox in response to the order as Demetrius saw no need to flood the channel with voices. He had enough of those whispering inside his ears already. Or was that in his head? Nevermind. His psychic senses went to hell this close to the ship's astropath, sometimes overhearing bits and pieces of comm chatter, the whispers and emotions of his shipmates...nothing he could ever get a read on nor pin it to a single person. It was the other side of the coin to having the power he controlled. Some among his order could pick up troop transports and rip them in half with their minds, turn his enemies inside out with a gesture, tear space cruisers from orbit, but Demetrius was not nearly that powerful in his current stage of development.\n\nThe psyker had been included among the Lord Inquisitor's personal retinue for some time now. He was not without his own strengths, despite the vast difference between the select few of his brothers and he. He had been trained in the Holy Scholastica Psykana to be the God-Emperor's tool and hands in the war against the many heretical forces that threatened the Imperium and he was proud to be of service. Inquisitor Auriga had requested him personally and Demetrius had gladly stepped forth to do the Emperor's work. With that in mind, he lifted himself from his bed to do just the same.\n\nA floating skull, pierced with metal plates and pieces of technology, suspended on its own personal anti-grav motor, floated out of its housing off to one side of the small cabin to join him as Demetrius dressed himself. He wore a hooded cloak over his bald head, casting his startling green eyes into shadow and hiding the mesh armor he wore underneath. His gear he stowed in his many pockets, hidden inside the robe itself, or in the daypack he wore underneath the cloak that gave him a hunchbacked look despite his formidable height of six feet. The skull floated patiently until he was ready.\n\n\" Father, \" he addressed the skull, \" Come, we have work to do. \"\n\nHe exited his room, removing a his weapon and rig from a rack by his bed before doing so, and made his way towards the bridge. He took a roundabout route, circling as wide as possible around the astropath's bay. Eventually, however, he stepped out onto the command deck as ordered."
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"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nThe small slim woman pauses in her excercises, her breathing slowing as she registers the disturbance to her normal routine. Rolling her shoulders, she heads to the comm unit on the wall. \"Sir.\" Her acknowledgement is curt but clear.\n\nKira takes a few moments to change, donning her normal neat but practical clothing. She disliked weaing armour around the ship, even the light mesh was too heavy to be comfortable. She frees her black hair from the clips holding it in place, shaking it free to settle to her shoulders. Glancing once in the mirror, she checks her appearance is suitable for her appearance on the bridge. Dark, unreadable eyes stare back at her, gaze intent.\n\nOnce, she had been left-handed, and a trained melee fighter. Once, she had been one of the most gifted psykers her tutor had seen. But no longer. She straps the psi-blade to her hip, feeling incomplete without it. Finally, she picks up her utlity jacket, sliding the sleeve carefully over her weakened left arm, hiding the grisly three-claw scar that runs along it.\n\nMaking her way through the corridors at a fast pace, she nods to the few people she passes. As she nears the bridge, a faint echo, a buzz of warp energy makes her pause. The inquisitor; and the psyker was there, too. She could sense it... and it set her teeth on edge. Her hand drops to the blade hilt. Those with such power were to be watched carefully, even here.\n\nShe walks through the doors calmly, no trace of her inner thoughts visible even as she nods to those already assembled. Standing to one side, her stance is relaxed, yet alert. She waits in silence for futher orders."
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"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph pauses his recorder as the Inquisitor makes his announcement, and keys the comm \"Decimus. On my way.\" He flips the comm off, and rises, addressing his recorder \"End log, date 0703421.M41.\" He tucks it away on his belt pouch, and tightens his armor. He draws his pistol, and ejects the magazine, making sure it is full, before reinserting it with a smooth click. He holsters it on his right hip, and straps his chainsword to his left. He steps into the corridor, towering over the crew hurrying by, his gaze only flicking to those that pass too close. His steps are light for his size, and his movement uncannily graceful as he enters the bridge, and scans those already arrived. He moves to one side, approximately ninety degrees from the door, and places his back to the hull. From here he can survey the whole room, and keep an eye on the door. \"Reporting as ordered, sir.\" He says to the Inquisitor."
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"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": "The Inquisitor nods to Seriphius in response. He hands each of you a copy of the report he had been reading. (It's the one detailed in my first post).\n \"Empirica Major is a small planet, mostly covered by ocean. We will be landing in Empirica City, sitiuated on the Sylas peninsula.\" He activates a Holo-Map detailing the surface of Empirica Major. The Map zooms in on a small, built up peninsula.\n \"Empirica City is the seat of the Planetary Govenor, Joseph Dhaos. He has only come to power recently; I know little about him. The Inquisitor turns around slowly. He pauses, as if deciding whether to go on. After a few seconds, he continues.\n \"Empirica Major is my homeworld. I remeber it fondly, and I do not intend to allow it to be overun by some cult. We will find the heretics, and destroy them utterly, and any who are connected to them, however remote. No mercy, no respite. Is that clear?\" "
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph reads the report carefully, and then studies the holomap. “And this…traitor, he gave no names of his fellow cultists? Do you suspect the new governor may have ties to Chaos?” His lips twist into a half smile. “It goes without saying, sir, that here shall be no respite against traitors to the Emperor.” He looks around at the others, watching their reactions, and making a metal note to study the map later, in his own quarters, if there is time."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n \"Understood.\" Kira replies to the inquisitor as she takes the report, scanning it quickly. There wasn't much to read, after all.\n\nA slight smile comes to her face as she waits for the response to Seriph's questions. Not much to go on at all... Good. She liked a challenge."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt imediately snapped to attention. \" Sir, Yes sir! \" Quickly dropping into his usual slouched stance, he chuckled. \" Heh, you have to wonder about how the PDF is handling things. Those poor frakkers. \" He glanced over at Kira when she spoke, but quickly diverted his attention back to the Inquisitor. \" My only question is this. Where is our incertion point, sir? \""
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " \"If names were given, they were not passed on to me. As for the Govenor, it is entirely possible that he has been corrupted. However, we shall have to hope that he is loyal, or he could cause us considerable trouble.\" The Inquisitor nods at Seriphius' comment about traitors.\n \"Nolt, we will be landing in Empirica City, as I said before.\" \n \"Any more questions?\" "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt turned a little red when he heard that. \" Oh, sorry sir. I just woke up, and was not thinking clearly. I have no more questions, so if there is no more information, I believe I'll go and make myself a cup of recaf. \" Nolt did not move, but instead waited to be dismissed.\n\n((Doh! That's what I get for speed reading. 😦 ))"
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph glances at Nolt, wondering if his lack of attention will be a handicap on the ground, before looking back to the Inquisitor. \"How long till touchdown, sir? I would like some time to memorize whatever maps we have available, if possible. You never know when knowing the location of the nearest I.G. Regiment could come in handy.\" He smiles wryly, but the emotion doesn't reach his eyes."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " \"We will be landing in aproximatly 3 hours. I'll have the Tech-Priests give your room full map access.\" "
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph nods, and glances to the others, waiting to hear their questions, if they have any."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n \"I would like access to the maps, too. Also, how long is it since you were last here, sir?\" She looks across to the inquisitor, wondering how outdated their local knowledge advantage would be. She could fit in almost anywhere, given time, but they did not necessarily have that."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " \"It has been a long time.\" The Inquisitor looks away.\n \"If there are no more questions, then you are dismissed.\" \n \n Spoiler \nI don't have a map for Seriph and Kira yet, but I should be able to PM you one by tommorow.\n "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt saluted and left the bridge. \" Damnit! I'm letting myself slip up. Mistakes cost lives. Lives and much, much more... \" Nolt stopped and stared off into space, remembering. Shaking himself out of his reverie, he walked around aimlessly until he suddenly found himself the mess hall. Leaving his weapons on an empty table, he went and made himself breakfast, complete with recaf. He sat down at the weapon laden table and ate in silence, brooding over his past mistakes."
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph glances at the others, then heads to the galley where he consumes some standard rations. He notes Nolt coming in, but seeing him lost in his thoughts says nothing. He finish his rations and heads back to his quarters, where he lays his vibrosword on the bunk, then opens the datafile the techpriests sent, studying the maps of Emperica City."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "((OOC: Found some time to throw out a post.))\n\n Demetrius Sextus \n\nThe psyker listened silently to the briefing, concealed within the folds of his voluminous cloak. The cloak was a matte gray, though the material seemed to shimmer and shift in an odd way whenever he moved. (Which wasn't often.) His opinions were neither needed nor wanted at this point so he settled for simply listening. He knew the others were always wary of him even if they didn't show it outwardly. A psyker was a mysterious being, never to be trusted, or so the Imperium taught its young minds. Suffer not the psyker, the mutant, the alien - the heretics, to live. Such was the fine line he treaded daily. It had been sheer luck that the Black Ships of the Inquisition had found him when he was a boy and plucked him off of the surface of Tanith, his homeworld. Luck smiled upon him again when he was chosen for training instead of simply being sacrificed to the Golden Throne like ten thousand other latent psykers every day to keep the Holy God-Emperor sustained.\n\nWhen he thought about it, Demetrius considered himself extremely lucky. Not only had he survived death or worse to be given the opportunity of education in the Scholastica Psykana, but he'd been handpicked from that lot by a Lord Inquisitor to serve the God-Emperor directly...maybe even become an Inquisitor himself one day. All and all the paranoia and distrust of his fellows was a small price to pay for that sort of luck. So he remained quiet and content until the briefing had concluded.\n\nWhen the Inquisitor gave them leave, Demetrius pondered the mission they'd set forth upon. There wasn't much to go on besides rumors at this point, so he ruminated that some serious surveillance would no doubt have to occur when they landed upon Empirica. Whether he would join the first insertion team or be kept behind for interrogation of suspects was the Inquisitor's prerogative, but Demetrius hoped he would be allowed some fieldwork. The ship got rather stuffy sometimes and the opportunity to touch new minds was refreshing.\n\nThe servo-skull hovering just above his shoulder turned and floated to the right, the ocular augmentation implanted directly into one of its eyesockets clicking and whirring as it gazed upon the Inquisitor almost curiously. It preceded Demetrius's approach, floating around the cloaked Lord on its small, but powerful anti-grav motors.\n\n\" Inquisitor, if I may ask, what is our first step in this investigation? Will my services be required upon the surface? I have been working on more subtle uses of my power and I believe that if there is warp taint somewhere in the city I would be the first to sense it given the opportunity. \" he said with a slight bow."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " \"Our first step will be to meet with the Imperial Governor and make sure of our welcome. It would be a poor show of our faith indeed if we were to be attacked by the Governor's troops and forced to evacuate. I do not wish to start a war here, though I have no doubt we could win it.\" \n \n Spoiler \nI'm switching NPC text to red, since ChronicLunacy's taken grey. Also, please let me know when you are ready to move on.\n "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius Sextus \n\nThe psyker turned to regard the expanse of space that stretched over the planet's upper hemisphere and continued out into infinity, his robes whispering against his legs. Demetrius recognized the compliment in the Inquisitor's words, but did not draw attention to it. Auriga had at least enough confidence in his suboordinates that he would place them above a measly planetary defense force any day, and Demetrius agreed. Space marines, bounty hunters, professionals, veterans all, he would trust any of them to watch his back in a fight, despite their mistrust of him. He reached up silently to remove the hood from his bare scalp and let it fall to his shoulders. The servo-skull, seeming to sense that it was not included in the conversation, wandered off towards the navigator's station and made a show of hovering over the man/servitor's shoulder thoughtfully.\n\n\" Shall I be accompanying you then, my lord? \" he repeated the second part of his previous question. If he was going down to the planet he would need a short while to meditate in preparation. He would have to actively keep the psychic white noise of a crowded city from troubling him once they made planetfall."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Inquisitor Auriga \n \"Yes Demetrius, all of you will be accompanying me. I am sure your talents will be most useful.\" "
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nShe heads back to her room, and packs her usual travelling gear, before heading to the galley for a meal. Sometimes, things got so busy you never knew when you might get to eat again.\n\nSitting down uninvited next to the Marine, she studies a hardcopy printout of the maps, occasionally scribbling a note.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHappy to move on whenever.\n "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Rigel Cyrosea \n Inquisitor Auriga \n \"Yes Demetrius, all of you will be accompanying me. I am sure your talents will be most useful.\" \n \n\nDemetrius nodded curtly in response, inclining his head so that the blue, spiral wyrm tattoo covering his left cheek became highly visible. \" Very good, my lord. I shall prepare, with your leave. \" he said in parting. Barring no order to remain, he retired to his chambers without a meal to begin the hours of meditation necessary to both keep his mind clear and alert in the face of all those people and ready an appropriate allotment of psychic effects for the mission ahead. The servo-skull floating around the navigator's station buzzed after him, managing to slip out and follow before the door closed.\n\nStripping himself of his robes, Demetrius sat in the center of his room in the lotus position. The air quickly became choked with the cloyingly sweet smell of incense he had lit while all lights but a few candles remained extinguished. He spent the intervening time between that moment and the call to disembark centering himself through deep meditation and studying his tomes. Page after page of parchment held a language of runes he had developed specifically for his \"spellbook\", known only to himself without a sharp wit and countless hours of study to understand. He chose what effects to commit to memory with practiced dilligence and much thought as to their potential use. Lives sometimes depended upon his ability to chose wisely.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSet to move forward here, too.\n "
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nThe marine, having returned from his quarters, has his own hardcopy maps spread about before him, and is studying them as he sips a cup of recaf. Though normal not inclined to small talk, he knows communication is valuable between squad mates. \"A rather large city. Only one spaceport, though.\" he says, not looking at Kira."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nHe may not be studying her, but she is quite obviously giving him a once over. She'd heard the Marines were impressive, but the stories didn't do them justice. If there was trouble... She glances across at Nolt, briefly. If there was trouble, these two should be able to handle it well enough.\n\nShe looks at the scattered maps with a sigh.\n \"Not enough information to go on, there's no sense of the people. And sometimes, getting information from the commander... Blood from a stone comes to mind.\" "
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n \"He is an Inquistor, that is to be expected. I suspect we'll find out more on the ground. You saw the report, that may be all he has... Given his role, that is by no means certain.\" He sips from his recaf, glancing at Nolt, then turning back to the maps."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nSighing, Nolt finished the remains of his recaf and gathered his gear. As he stood up he noticed that Seriphius and Kira had both come to the galley as well. He turned to leave, but then he sighed again and walked over to the table they sat at. He sat down on the opposite side and idly looked over the map. \" So how does it look? \" He obviously aimed the question at Seriphius, and he didn't look either one in the eyes.\n\n \n Spoiler \nYeah, I'm ready to move on too. 🙂\n "
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph glances at him, and shrugs. \"Too soon to say, really. The city is fairly standard, as cities go, but there is as yet too little information on the cult to say much about how hard killing them will be.\" "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\n\" I see. We just need to go in expecting the unexpected. \" Nolt stood up and looked around the galley one last time. Without saying anything more, Nolt left the galley and returned to his room. Once inside his room he dropped his gear and layed down on his cot. He figured he should get as much sleep as he could before they went planet side. Who knows how much down time he would get then."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Inquisitorial Barge Toreandor \n\nThree hours after the briefing, Inquisitor Auriga calls you all to the bridge again. This time, there is much more activity, as pilots and other personel move quickly about.\nInquisitor Auriga adresses you all, his hands crossed behind his back. \"We will be boarding a small transport to land in a few minutes. This may be on of the most dangerous parts of the mission. If the Planetary Governor is hostile, we could be in a bad situation. We do have his assurances of welcome ... but they may mean nothing. A small force of Inquisitorial Storm Troopers will be landing first. If anything goes wrong, we will attempt to leave the surface immediately. If everthing goes smoothly, we will be taken to greet the Governor. Any questions?\" "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt stood at attention. \" Sir, no sir. \" He felt rested and energetic from his nap. He didn't even have any nightmares this time. So he was in a pretty good mood, though he didn't show it. He just wanted to forget his past in battle and shoot some heretics, so he was unconcerned about the dangers of orbital drops."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius Sextus \n\nAs he had no questions, Demetrius elected to stay silent in lieu of stating the obvious. He stood like some sort of hunchbacked gargoyle in his oddly patterned robes that were much like the Inquisitor's own and patiently listened to any questions the others might put forth. Then, he made his way down to the transport that had been prepared for them with all haste. He was admittedly eager to be down on the solid ground once more. Emperor guide him, space and the horrors of warp travel tended to wear on Demetrius. Perhaps it was the feeling that so much was out of his control, that he was so close to that which he drew upon and feared as any sane person would when he was up there."
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n \"No questions, sir.\" Seriph says, calmly awaiting touchdown, his weapons at his sides."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira just nods to the inquisitor, knowing there is nothing more she can do to prepare."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Inquisitorial Barge Toreandor \n\nThe Inquisitor noded. \"Good.\" \nHe turned, and began to walk purposefully towards the exit. He led you down several ship corridors, and then onto the transport ship. The ship itself, though much smaller than the barge, was still quite formidiable. The interior was much the same as the barge- sparse and functional. The pilot stepped on a short time after you. He was wearing the normal Imperial Navy uniform, and had a long, rather pale face.\n \"Good morning Inquisitor.\" he said, with a nod. He then sat down to the controls and began the process of leaving the docking bay. Several minutes later, the Transport had left the barge, and was gliding down towards Empirica Major."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira looks out of the viewport, not towards the planet, their destination, but out into the deep black. An unusual softness shows in her features as she contemplates the void.\n\nOut here, she could almost feel it again. The full strength of the warp, dancing just out of reach, waiting for her to claim it..."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius Sextus \n\n\" I know that look. \" Demetrius said as he sat down next to Kira, looking past her at the black kept out of reach by a few panes of reinforced plastics. \" When you look out into the dark like that, it's looking right back into you. When you touch it...something reaches out and tries to grab you as well. \" he said softly, turning his eyes to her as if he was afraid to look outside. \" You know what it is that lies in the void...don't you? \" he whispered, his eyes wide."
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph glances over at the pair, then returns to staring straight at the bulkhead, the scenery outside either viewport of little interest after so many landings. He is just glad no one is trying to shoot them down... yet."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n \"I know.\" She nods, slowly, turning to look at the psyker. \"I was trained almost from birth, to sense it, to control it.\" \nHer left hand trembles slightly, and she reaches for the hilt of her knife, seeming to take comfort from its presence."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\n\" That... that isn't something you can control. It's very definition is the absence of control. No order to Chaos. \" he said, looking back out the window. The capital \"C\" was something everyone could recognize. It was why they were there after all. Demetrius's gaze shot down to the knife, then to Kira again, and he seemed to realize for the first time that he might have been invading her personal space. \" Be careful. \" he said in parting before he left his seat and took another way in the back."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Imperial Transport \n\nThe Transport continues down through the planets atmosphere, the stabalizers reducing the turbulence to a low level. As the surface looms, the craft begins to slow. You can see the planet's surface. As the Inquisitor said, it is mostly water. There is a small continent, and you can see the Sylas Peninsula, you're destination. As you close in on the peninsula, Empirica City becomes discernable. It is quite large, but certainly not on the scale of the great hive cities of Armageddon or Terra. You can see two other transport ships ahead of you.\nInquisitor Auriga stares down as you come closer and closer to landing."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt looked out the porthole at the city that they were rapidly approaching, keeping an eye out for any sudden flairs of light that would give away any rocket or lascannon firing. After a few minuets of watching, he turned to look at Seriphius. \" Heh, at least we are not using those damned Drop Pods you Space Marines like to use so much. \" Nolt then went back to looking for any attack without waiting for an answer. Inwardly, Nolt cursed himself. He knew he shouldn’t talk to the others. The less he talked with and got to know them, the less he cared for their lives. Ticked off with himself, he found his mind wandering once again. And like so many times before, Analtia leaped to the forefront of his mind. This time, however, it was happy memories. Sighing, Nolt cleared his mind and focused on the here and now."
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph turns his head slightly to stare at Nolt for a long moment, as though seeing him for the first time. \"No. If we where, none of you would survive. And that would cause the mission to fail.\" he says in a monotone, before turning away. His mind returns briefly to his last drop, before he suppresses the thought, focusing on the mission at hand."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City \n\nThe Transports ahead land succesfully on massive platform, high above the street below. The Inquisitorial Stormtroopers begin to file out, about 50 of them in all. Technicians and servitors scurry about the the platform to deal with the ships. Some of the technicians are dark skinned, and wear looser, lighter clothing than their caucasion counterparts.\nFinally, your Transport touches down on the platform. The Hatches open automatically after a few seconds, and the ramp extends to the platform's surface. Inquisitor Auriga nods to the pilot, and then begins walking down the ramp."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius Sextus \n\nThe psyker filed out with the others, putting the hood of his cloak up so that his features were obfuscated from casual observance. With his pack giving him that hunchbacked appearance he probably looked like some kind of sage or technoadept. He did this purposefully since those they went up against usually ignored the sage as a noncombatant in the face of one of the Adeptes Astartes like Seriphius. He took a place somewhere several places behind and to Auriga's left, detachedly surveying his surroundings."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nHolding his lasgun at the ready, Nolt followed the Psyker down the ramp. He scanned the area for any dangers as he waited at the base of the ramp. He noticed that not all the techies looked the same, but dismissed it out of hand. There was nothing wrong with that."
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph follows them, his eyes adjusting to the bright sunlight. He takes in the techies, then steps back to stand beside the ramp, ready to use it for cover should trouble start."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira follows them, dressed in her smart but nondescript clothing, looking like nothing more than an aide or administrator. Her weapons are hidden."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City \n\nA pale young man with blonde hair and blue eyes walks up to Inquisitor Auriga.\n \"Good day to you, Inquisitor! My name is Derrick Karlau. I'm an aide of the Governor. I will take you to him. Before we go, I'd just like to warn you, there will probably be quite a crowd come to see you. Knowledge of your arrival was leaked from our office, and the press have had a field day. We haven't had a proper Imperial Official visit in many, many years, you see. We have the PDFs on the streets, to keep things from getting out of hand.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City \n\nInquisitor Auriga frowns, obviously annoyed, but follows Derrick to an elevator platform. The elevator decends quickly, to the level of the street, where you are greeted by quite a sight.\nThe streets are crowded with people, both dark and light skinned, just as with the technicians. There are barriers in place around the street, and both the Adeptus Arbites and the PDFs are in view, crowded at the edge. Their weapons are very visible.\nAs the crowd sees, the Inquisitor decending, a great deal of noise erupts from the street. The din is staggering, and in some place the PDFs and law enforcement officers are nearly swamped in the crowd."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius Sextus \n\nThe hooded, hunched psyker stood behind the Inquisitor with a newly developed tick in his right eye. The voices, audible and psychic, pounded at his mind unrelentingly, making it hard to focus. He put two fingers to his right temple and tried to screen most of it out. Still, the fresh air was doing him wonders, and even the loudest mind out here was nothing compared to being in a cramped space with an astropath or two.\n\n\" All this attention isn't going to help the investigation. Our movements will be very restricted if everyone knows who we are, my lord. \" he said, pulling his hood down a bit more."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt eyed the crowd obvious trepidation. He half turned and spoke his voice full of tension. \" Sir, I think the Psyker is right! Plus it would be all too easy for this crowd to turn into a lynch mob. Not to mention that there could be snipers. We need to leave as fast as possible. \" He didn't raise his weapon, but he did keep his hand on his sidearm at all times. He nervously glanced across the roof tops, taking special interest in any open windows."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\n\" I know we're not good friends, Master Nolt, but my name is Demetrius. I'd rather not like to advertise my talents to the general public if you don't mind. \" he whispered to Nolt, a small smile showing underneath his hood as he tugged it down a bit more. He shuffled in place as Father, the hovering skull orbiting his head, seemed to take interest in the crowd. A light in one of its empty orbitals glowed on and blinked a few times before it swiveled towards Nolt."
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph nods in agreement with Nolt, and moves to flank the investigator, a hand near his chainsword. \"Agreed. We need to get inside as soon as possible.\" He scans the crowd, particularly the areas where the PDF is seeming overwhelmed."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City \n\nWhen Derrick hear's Nolt's comments he turns to him, his face angry. \"A lynch mob! Sir, our citzens are loyal Imperial subjects, they would never attack an Imperial official! Crowd him, and pester him, and slow him down, they might, but they would never attack him!\" "
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira scans the crowd, not looking too long at any one person, instead relying on her instincts to guide her attention to any potential troublemakers. Walking a few paces behind the main group, she does her best to project an aura of unimportance.\n\nAt Derrick's words, her intense gaze flicks to him for a long moment, trying to sense the veractity of his effusive statement.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIntuition/Danger Sense (Will save DC 15) - Roll: [roll0]\nDisguise and Bluff are both 2, so a 'look unimportant' check (2) - Roll: [roll1]\nSense Motive on Derrick (9+3 Empathy bonus) - Roll: [roll2]\n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City \n\nResponding to Derrick's outburst, Inquistor Auriga says \"Be that as it may, we should get moving. I assume you have transportation?\" \nDerrick nods and steps off the platform, as two large black cars, of premium make pull up. He motions toward them.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThe cars are wheeled, by the way. They look similar to a classic Rolls Royce. There is space for up to four people in each car (plus the drivers), but things will be more comfortable with three per car. You can decide who's going with Derrick and who with the Inquisitor.\n "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\nThe psyker stepped past the guards and into the car with Derrick, his curiousity about the planet and its happenings getting the better of him. Father floated aimlessly around the vehicle for a moment before slipping in as well. The robed magos kept his hood up and his features masked for the time being until the car had safely pulled away. He didn't want anyone in the crowd to be able to recognize him had he the need to go out in public during the investigation, and the millions of pictograph flashes going on outside of the vehicle were sure to catch him if he wasn't careful.\n\n\" So, Mr. Karlau, \" he said once everyone had chosen their cars and the doors and windows were closed, \" What exactly was it you were told in regards to why my Lord is here on Empirica? \" he asked innocently enough as he pulled his hood down to rest on his shoulders."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City \n\nDerrick looks slightly puzzeled at Demetrius' question. \"I was told this is a fairly routine vist- just checking things here, to make sure we're all serving the Emperor loyaly. Why? Is there more to it?\" Derrick's eyes light up, and he is obviously excited by the prospect.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWasn't your speach-colour grey before, Chronic? That's why I changed NPC text to red in the first place. I don't care either way, but please pick one and stick with it.\n "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt sat by the Inquisitor, having purposefully chosen the opposite car of Demetrius. \" ...damnit. \" He hated it when he made rookie mistakes like that. Back in the Imperial Guard rookie mistakes got a man killed. He ignored the window and what rushed past outside the car and focused on performing minor calibrations on his Lasgun."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \nIt was, but I got it mixed up with another game I'm in. Won't happen again. 😳\n \n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Rigel Cyrosea \n Empirica City \n\nDerrick looks slightly puzzeled at Demetrius' question. \"I was told this is a fairly routine vist- just checking things here, to make sure we're all serving the Emperor loyaly. Why? Is there more to it?\" Derrick's eyes light up, and he is obviously excited by the prospect. \n \n\n Demetrius Sextus \n\nThe magos sighed and folded his hands calmly in his lap, his face an impassive mask. \" More to it? Now why would you think that, my friend? \" he said, tilting his head slowly towards one side. \" Is there something else you wish to bring to our attention? \" he asked calmly, a conspiratorial smile crossing his lips. \" Or should we be taking a closer look... \" Father interrupted by zooming up close to Derrick's head and started to scan him with its glowing, red oculars, \" ...anywhere? \"\n\nThe best way to parry an annoying question was to answer it with another pointed question. Being in the retinue of an Imperial Inquisitor made it laughably easy to make people sweat. Just insinuate that someone might be under investigation and they sang like the carrion birds of Cadia. He didn't elaborate either, letting doubt and panic start slowly creeping in. Who needed psychic powers when you had these verbal surgeon's tools to work with?"
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City \n\nDerrick quickly loses his excitement, and as the servo-skull comes so close to his face, he looks positivly scared. \"N-nn-n-n... Godammit! I'm s-sorry s-s-sir. I s-stutter when I'm n-ner- I mean, s-sometimes.\" \nDerrick takes a minute to calm himself, then starts again. \"No, sir. There isn't anything I think you need to look into closely.\" He keeps his face impassive as he says this."
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph watches the crowd, expressionless, then glances at Kira beside him, arching an eyebrow meaningfully. \"Getting anything from the crowd? Given how nervous our guide was, something is being hid. Advanced warning on an ambush would be nice.\" He turns his attention back to the crowd, ready to exit the door at the first sign of trouble.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHe is by the door, Kira next to him. I assume Heinreich is on her other side\n "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Rigel Cyrosea \n Derrick quickly loses his excitement, and as the servo-skull comes so close to his face, he looks positivly scared. \"N-nn-n-n... Godammit! I'm s-sorry s-s-sir. I s-stutter when I'm n-ner- I mean, s-sometimes.\" \nDerrick takes a minute to calm himself, then starts again. \"No, sir. There isn't anything I think you need to look into closely.\" He keeps his face impassive as he says this. \n \n\n Demetrius \n\n\" Father, give the man some breathing room for the Emperor's sake. \" Demetrius ordered, and the servo-skull acquiesced after a moment of focusing its oculars at Derrick. \" Don't be so nervous, Mr. Karlau. Any loyal citizen who loves the Emperor has nothing to fear from us. You do love the God-Emperor, yes? \" he chuckled, noting Derrick's stutter for future reference. He slid a sidelong glance towards Seriphius and Kira as Derrick collected himself, giving them a slight smile. Mostly, he was just having some fun with the nervous aide. It had been a long flight, after all."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City \n\nDerrick nods.\n\nThe cars continue down the streets, and the crowds thin as you get farther from the landing point. Two Adeptus Arbites vehicles keep nearby however, one in front and one behind. The buildings of Empirica City are tall and beautiful, but you can still see the sky. The city is nothing like the dirty, overcrowded and polluted hives of other worlds.\nEventually, the cars pull up and park in front of a tall, butressed building. Derrick gets out and says \"This is the Governor's parliment building.\" "
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nShe talks quietly to Seriph as they step out of the car. \"There's nothing specific I can sense, everything seems calm.\" \n\nKeeping her pose as a minor part of the entourage, she gives Derrick a reassuring smile, and pats him lightly on the arm when it seems the Inquisitor isn't looking. \"You'll be fine.\" Her words are quiet, barely audible even to him."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt stepped out of the car and circled around to the other side. He then oppened the Inquisitor's door for him and stood at attention as he waited for him to get out of the car. Well, so far so good. I'll breathe easier when we get inside. "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\n\" I find it odd that Governor Dhaos didn't come to meet Lord Auriga directly instead of sending an aide. He must be making a point about having us come to him . \" Demetrius smiled, speaking in a low voice at Seriphius's side so that Derrick wouldn't hear them. The huge brother-sergeant(?) of the Adeptes Astartes was as imposing as he was quiet, and Demetrius had wondered more than once just how long the warrior had served the Emperor. Space marines could live many centuries despite their penchant for dying gloriously in battle. He'd never asked Seriphius anything personal, actually. To be honest, he didn't even know to what holy chapter the warrior belonged. He would make sure to engage him in conversation the next time the Inquisitorial retinue had a quiet moment."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City \n\nDerrick seems suprised at Kira's kindness. \"Thank you Miss.\" he says quietly.\nThen he walks to the front of the group and into the building. The lobby is large, with green tiled floor and walls. Several well armed gaurds glance up as you come in, but, seeing Derrick, they ignore you. Derricks walks to a large metal door. He takes out a card and swipes it, then says in a clear tone \"Derrick Karlau, taking the Inquisitor Auriga and his retinue to the Governor's office.\" \nAfter a few seconds, the doors open and he steps onto the lift."
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph glances at the other, making sure they are ready for anything, then steps onto the lift. \"Impressive building.\" He says in a noncommittal tone, turning to face the street."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\n\" Hmmm... \" Nolt looked around the room as well, but he wasn't very impressed. He then stepped on the lift next to Seriphius."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\nThe psyker seems to be in deep, nonverbal communication with his servo-skull, just staying over in the corner for the time-being until his input was required."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Office of the Governor \n\nAfter a short trip upwards, the lift once again opens. The room before you is a large and well furnished office. The floor is covered in a comfortable carpet with a strange, octagonal design on it. The walls are the same green tile as before, but are mostly covered by windows or tapestries depicting the same design as the floor.\nAt the far side of the room there is a large, ornate desk, covered in neat stacks of paper. Behind it is the Governor, Joseph Dhaos. He is rather pudgy man, but his face seems strong. He has watery blue eyes and brown hair, and wears very casual clothes for someone of his office.\nSitting on a chair by the left wall is another man. He is very thin, with a sharp face and blue eyes. His hair is dark, and he wears and official-looking uniform.\nStanding to the right of Governor is another man, in the Military Uniform of a high ranking PDF officer. He has brown hair and eyes. Also in the room are two security gaurds, standing by the wall opposite of the Governor.\nDerrick steps forward and speaks to the Dhaos. \"Governor, may I introduce our guest, Inquisitor Auriga,\" he says, with a flourish. Dhaos nods, and speaks. \"You grace us with your visit, Inquisitor. I am Joseph Dhaos, Imperial Governor of this planet. This man,\" he points to the man sitting on the chair, \"is Justicar Aaron Artanis. And this is John Gatewell, commander of the Planetary Defense Forces.\" he says, gesturing toward the officer. \"Perhaps you could introduce your entourage?\" he asks.\nInquisitor Auriga narrows his eyes at this request. \"I am sure they can introduce themselves, Governor.\" he says.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI've sent PMs for Kira and Demetrius on things they've noticed.\n "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n Well... \n\nThat was one mark against the current governing body already and they had barely entered the room. Demetrius tilted his head just a tad, not really paying attention to the conversation but focusing more intently upon something he had just noticed, like a rock hitting the windshield and startling one out of the stupor of long-distance transportation. From underneath his hood, green eyes studied the governor's entourage with curiosity. However, rather than blurt out whatever it was, he decided to keep his composure. He did spare at glance at Kira, though."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt took a step forward and thumped himself on the chest. \" I'm Nolt Iadmos, Inquisitor Auriga's bodyguard. \" He then stepped back beside the Inquisitor and waited for the others to introduce themselves."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira catches the glance from Demetrious, her own senses on edge as she studies the Governor and those he has chosen to accompany him. Taking a step forward, she inclines her head slightly in greeting.\n\n \"I am Kira Danusku, aide to Inquisitor Auriga.\" \n\nShe knew that a wait for the others to introduce themselves could turn into an uncomfortably long pause. The marine was never one for words, and the psyker... would need more time to adjust to the landing, the new 'voices', than she had.\n\nShe gestures to the huge man standing just beside her.\n \"This is Marine Decimus, of the White Scars Chapter.\" \n\nHer gaze flicks to the servo-skull in the corner, which seems to be regarding her with some amusement, projecting it despite the emotionless visage. Indicating its master, she continues the introductions.\n \"And this is Master Sextus, loremaster and keeper of the official records.\" \n\nLet them make of that what they would. With a quick glance to the Inquisitor, she makes sure she would not be interrupting if he wished to speak. She glances at each of the governor's companions for a brief moment, then smiles warmly.\n\n \"I trust everything is in order? It seems our visit has caused some little excitement.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City \n \"Well, everything is as ordered as could be expected, considering the situation.\" Dhaos says. \"Derrick, leave us. Gaurds, you too. I'm sure I'm perfectly safe with the Inquisitor and his retinue here.\" \nDerrick and the Gaurds exit the room by one of the doors. Once they're gone, Gatewell, the PDF commander, speaks. \"Now. About this supposed cult. \" he practically spits the last word. \"I don't know where you got your information, but I'd don't believe a word of it. Mind enlightening me whose been telling tales?\" \nThe Justicar frowns at this. \"Show the man some respect, General. You seem to have forgotten what it's like to have someone outrank you.\" \nInquisitor Auriga is not pleased. \"Our sources are of no concern to you, General. And I must say, I am not impressed with the situation here at all.\" \nGovernor Dhaos glares at Gatewell, then says \"Is there anything else you need to ask right now?\" "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius Sextus \n\n\" If I may, my lord? \" Demetrius said, bowing to the Inquisitor politely. Given leave to speak, he took a step foreward and addressed the Governor and the General.\n\n\" You say you have heard nothing of heretical activity on Empirica, General? Governor? \" he asked curiously. \" Not even a whisper, in fact? Someone's just telling tales? \" he chuckled. \" I find that hard to believe, given the size of the world's general population. You'd think that the Arbites or local police forces would be putting on a witch trial at least every few years just to show they are doing their fair share. It is common among most planets in the Imperium just to avoid visits such as this one. \" he said, examining a piece of art off to the side of the room curiously.\n\n\" Furthermore, you haven't had any latent psykers showing up at all? No one reported to the Black Ships or the Scholastica Psykana in recent memory? They tend to poke their heads out every decade or so...but you're telling me it's all quiet on the home front? \""
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City \n\nGatewell face goes red with anger at Demtrius' words. He starts to yell something, but Dhaos cuts him off.\n \"Enough, Gatewell.\" he sighs, then continues \"The last psycher discovered here was found 10 years ago, and was excecuted, as he was to dangerous to contain until the Imperial Official arrived. That was before I was Governor, and I cannot be held resposible for the actions of my predecessor. As for witch hunts, we don't believe in tormenting the innocent here, and we have found no evidence of true cultists for over 200 years.\" "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\nDemetrius clasped his hands in front of him as he enjoyed the general's explosive temper, noting that for future reference as well. He enjoyed testing these people. It would be more efficient to know they're weaknesses if he had to interrogate them later.\n\n\" So, just to confirm this, you're saying there have been no psykers or heretics at least within the last ten years? You have kept your detection methods up to date and kept close watch upon your territory in the time you have been governor? \" he smiled. \" This is for my records, so I have to be thorough. \""
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt watch the General's explosive fury in quiet fascination. He knew that many officers took the approach of leading the Guardsmen with a combination of intimidation and the chain of command. He had even served under a few of them. More often then not they were found with a lasbolt through the back of their head, one of the many victims of 'friendly fire'. He smirked when he thought of this. He had witnessed more than a few of those incidences. But since this guy's a General, I doubt it will happen. Nolt rubbed his nose and let his gaze wander the office."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nThe sudden surge of anger in the room takes her by surprise, even though she should have expected some reaction.\n\n Careless... she thinks, as she keeps a tight control on her expression.\n\nWatching Mayor Dhaos once more, she considers all the possibilities implied by what she has noticed.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTrying to identify the powder / drug:\n Knowledge (Streetwise) (1d20+8=25) \n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City \n \"We have kept our methods as up to date as possible, considering our limited contact with the rest of the Imperium. We are vigilant for traitors, mutants, and heretics, as are we all, but we have been lucky enough not to find any.\" Dhaos says.\n \"Do you have any further questions, Master Sextus?\" \n\nKira:\n \n Spoiler \nYou cannot identify it by sight alone, but it is probably recreational, rather than medicinal or performance enhancing.\n "
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph leans back against the wall, listening to the discussion about him, his eyes on the psyker, waiting for some flash of alarm. He leaves the interrogation to the others, knowing that this is what they are trained for. Still, he stays alert, ready to spring into action at a moments notice."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Rigel Cyrosea \n \"Do you have any further questions, Master Sextus?\" \n \n\n\" Why, in fact, I do, governor. Though, it is more of a concluding statement this time. \" Demetrius said, walking in front of Seriphius and at the same time giving him a signal for danger behind his back. The rest of the party would no doubt see it as they were behind him while the governor's retinue would remain blissfully unaware. \" I think, governor, that if your detection methods were up to date, you would know that there is a psyker in this very room. In fact, he is sitting not ten feet from your desk. \" Demetrius said pointedly, looking at the Justicar.\n\n\" Justicar Artanis, with all due respect please stay seated and think clean, pure thoughts, mmmkay? And hope to the holy God-Emperor that this is all a big misunderstanding. \""
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City \n\nDhaos smiles. \"I am well aware of the Justicar's abilities, Master Sextus. As I said, there have been no new psychers found here in the last 10 years. However, Justicar Artanis' talents were not discovered here.\" \nArtanis continues. \"I was discovered on Mordian, my homeworld. Instead of being drafted into the Imperial Gaurd, I was trained as a psycher. I came to Empirica 15 years ago, and have been employing my talents to help the local law enforcement since. When Governor Dhaos assumed his current position, he appointed me Justicar.\" \n \"Satisfied, Master Sextus?\" asks Dhaos."
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph sees the signal, and becomes fractionally more alert, though no one observing him would notice it."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius Sextus \n\n\" Not in the least, governor. Lying by way of omission is still lying. \" Demetrius frowned. \" All records of psyker activity in your government should have been made available to the Inquisitor and by way of him, to me, long before we ever arrived here. As such, this is unacceptable. \" he said, quickly replacing his dour expression with a serene smile. \" My apologies, Justicar, but I would like all records of your discovery, education and subsequent postings transmitted to me immediately for review. I must be thorough. \" he said with a small, almost humble bow."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City \n \"Very well Master Sextus.\" says the Justicar. \"However, I hope you will do me the same courtesy, by submitting your own records of discovery, education, and the rest.\" "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\n\" I would be glad to do so, had the Inquisitor not already had full knowledge of it. \" Demetrius smiled. \" Though I applaud your deductive powers, my friend, and would like to discuss at length your theories on the subject of...well, our subject, isn't it? \" he added, folding his hands within his robes. \" I'm sure it would be fascinating to hear your own unique perspective. \""
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City \n \"Enlightening as I'm sure that would be, we have more pressing matters to deal with, do we not?\" says the Justicar."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\n\" Oh, it would be at your leisure, of course. \" Demetrius said, taking a few steps back into the group. \" I suppose I am finished with my preliminary questions. So, as I believe I've taken up more than enough of our collective time, until I have something else to discuss I will yield the floor to my companions. \""
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City \n \"I ask once again, are there any further questions?\" says Governor Dhaos, an exasperated expression on his face."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nThere is an awkward silence for a few moments, then Kira flashes her most diplomatic smile.\n\n \"That will be all for now. Inquisitor Auriga thanks you for your co-operation.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City \n\nDhaos nods. \"Derrick will show you to your rooms. If you need to speak to me again, just ask him. In fact, if there is anything you need, just ask him. He is your personal guide for the duration of your stay.\" \nDhaos calls Derrick back into the room, and you go back down the lift, through the lobby, and to the cars again."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City \n\nThe drive is a short one. Only a few blocks away from the Governor's building is a large, lavish hotel.\nDerrick looks up at the hotel, and says \"This is the Hotel Hallridia. It should provide adequete living space for the duration of your investigation, Inquisitor.\" He hands Auriga a small metal device. \"You can use this to contact me if you need anything.\" \n \"Thank you Derrick, you may go.\" says Inquisitor Auriga. He then steps inside the hotel. The inside of the hotel is furnished in soft reds, and the walls covered in drapes similar to the ones in the Governor's office. As you are walking to the desk, you pass a couple of PDFs, speaking quietly to each other near the doors.\nYou are all issued keys and passes to your rooms, which are on the second floor."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nTaking her key, the small woman steps up beside Derrick with a smile, speaking quietly.\n \"Can we talk when you have a moment? I've not been far from my homeworld before, and I'd like to learn more about Empirica.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia \n\nDerrick looks blankly at Kira for a second, and then says \"Sure, Miss. Just let me know when you want to talk.\" "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt stepped into his room and shut the door. He walked a few stepps inside and looked around. \" Hmm... a little swank for my taste, but it will do. \" He went and dropped his powerpack and weapons next to the bed and flopped down on it."
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph stands behind Keri, scanning the lobby as he listens to her pump their guide for information."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia \n\nYour passes let you into a large room, with a fireplace and couches. Like the rest of the hotel, it is well decorated and has the now familiar wall hangings. Six rooms open off of it, three on each side. They keys are for these rooms. Five are bedrooms; the sixth has been converted into an office.\nInquisitor Auriga beckons Demetrius over. \"You did very well there, Demetrius. I was most impressed.\" \n \n Spoiler \nRP or whatever as much as you want, we'll move on once everybody is done.\n "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nSoon, Nolt was snoring loudly. He twitched every so often, having the same nightmare that plagued his dreams. Analtia, begging him to go with her, even in the face of his orders, her beautiful eyes, crying. The last time he would ever see her, and he made her cry. Moaning, Nolt rolled over on the bed.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSorry for my lateness. 🙂\n "
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph glances at Kira, finding her long silence odd."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Rigel Cyrosea \n Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia \n\nYour passes let you into a large room, with a fireplace and couches. Like the rest of the hotel, it is well decorated and has the now familiar wall hangings. Six rooms open off of it, three on each side. They keys are for these rooms. Five are bedrooms; the sixth has been converted into an office.\nInquisitor Auriga beckons Demetrius over. \"You did very well there, Demetrius. I was most impressed.\" \n \n\nThe psyker bowed a bit humbly, a quick smile highlighting his face. He removed his hands from his robes and clasped them in front of him. \" Thank you, my lord, but I believe one of my verbal snares failed to catch what it was after. Still, the knowledge of a psyker in the governor's retinue is quite valuable to us. It would be wise to watch the Justicar, I think? \""
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia \n \"Very wise indeed.\" says the Inquisitor."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira speaks quietly to Darrick, only Seriph close enough to overhear the conversation.\n\n \"So what did you want to know, Miss...?\" \n \"There's a good chance I won't have much to do tomorrow night, once we're settled in. Is there a chance we could take a look around the city? Provided you have no other duties, of course.\" \nShe smiles warmly, trying to gauge his reaction.\n\n \"My only duties right now are to help you guys with whatever you need. I'd be happy to show you the city. Did you have a specific place you wanted to see?\" \n \"Not at the moment. If I think of something by tomorrow, I'll let you know. Otherwise, maybe you could choose?\" She grins.\n\n \"Certainly.\" he grins back. \"Anything else you wanted to ask me?\" \n \"No, but I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow. Thank you.\" \n\nThe exchange does not last long, and finally Kira turns to the Inquisitor. \"I think that is all for tonight. Unless you have any other business for Darrick?\" "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\n\" I, myself, will retire for the night as well. I must meditate. \" Demetrius said in parting before nodding amicably to the others and heading back to his room for the night. Once there, he took time to center himself, then reorganized his mental notations and theories about the case at hand for tomorrow's investigations. Only then did he retreat to wherever it was psykers went when it looked like they were sleeping."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Stormkitten \n Kira Danusku \n\nKira speaks quietly to Darrick, only Seriph close enough to overhear the conversation. The exchange does not last long, and finally Kira turns to the Inquisitor. \"I think that is all for tonight. Unless you have any other business for Darrick?\" \n \n\n \"No. You may go, Darrick.\" Thank you for your help. says the Inquisitor.\nDarrick nods to those still in the room, and then leaves.\n \n Spoiler \nEverybody ready to move on?\n "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nI'm ready. 😁\n "
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph heads to his quarters, for sleep.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Ready.\n "
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira waits for Darrick to leave, then makes a brief quiet report to the Inquisitor, her demeanour changing almost completely.\n\n \"The governor is taking some kind of drug, I'm pretty sure it's of the recreational variety. I can focus my investigations on that, if you wish. I'm hoping to keep my role here fairly low key, persuade Darrick I'm safe to talk to.\" \n\nShe pauses, then adds, \"Perhaps one of our more military people should try and speak to the head of the defense forces... I think that is all.\" \n\nShe scans the room, trying to detect anything unusual or out of place, heading to her room once dismissed.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSearch roll: (1d20)[ 1 ] + 8\nReady to move on.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia \n\nThe Inquisitor raises his eyebrows at Kira's information about the Governor, but says nothing.\nKira finds nothing out of the ordinary in her room, or any other.\n \n Spoiler \nSearch is one of the checks that I roll for you, since you aren't supposed to know how well you are searching.\n \n\n\nSeveral hours later, after everyone is asleep...\n\nSeriphius wakes up. Someone is moving around in the room. Before he can do anything about it, a sudden peal of gunfire blasts throughout the rooms!The gunfire wakens everbody. Roll Initiative! Seriph gets a suprise round, since he was already awake. (Please remeber to include AC, HP, Ammo, ect. in all combat posts. Also remember that unless you sleep in your armour, you won't be wearing it, and it takes a move action to pick up items such as weapons.)"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius Sextus \n AC: 17\nHP: 53/53\nAmmo: N/A (No weapon in hand.) \n Initiative (1d20+1=12) \n\nAt the sound of the gunfire, Demetrius's eyes snapped open. Rather than jumping up and most likely getting bisected by lines of repeating bolter or stubber fire, he merely rolled off of his bed onto the floor and attempted to scuttle into a more secure corner of the room. As he normally slept in his odd, light-bending cloak, he felt reasonably secure in the dark unless someone decided to blow up the building itself. As if reassuring himself, he pulled it a bit tighter around his shoulders.\n\nHe looked over at the table off to one side of the room near the overly large pict-plate he'd been provided with, where his bolter and vox-caster lay along with a few other items that weren't comfortable enough to sleep in. He cursed silently before trying to take in more of the situation, casting out his senses, all of them, in an attempt to locate the source of the gunfire or perhaps more direct attackers on their way to try to finish him off.\n\nDemetrius briefly wondered if the others were alright, but pushed those thoughts aside after a moment. Instead, he made internal preparations to strike back... Were these peons prepared to handle his mind and all the horrors of the Warp it could unleash? Demetrius smiled. He would enjoy finding out.\n\nRecap:\n \n Spoiler \n\nRolling off the bed and into a corner, staying low but attempting to find the enemy using any sense possible. (Including Psychic Sense) Didn't know if you wanted me to roll any of that or if you wanted to do it yourself. He'd readying some psyker goodness for next turn, as well.\n "
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{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City \n \n Spoiler \nCombat Actions are not needed yet, I want to get the initiative order first. (Except for Seriph, he gets a suprise round.) I'm not counting your post as combat actions, Chronic, since most of what you did is free anyway. From his room, Demetrius cannot sense anybody. However, the lights are on in the main room, and he would likely be able to see his attackers then.\nAbout Sense Rolls: If you are conciously deciding to focus on a sense, you can roll. (or let me roll, if you prefer) Otherwise, I'll roll it.\n "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nI want to know where the gunfire is going, and more importantly, where it's coming from. If there are any enemies within eye/ear/nose/psychic shot that would be good to know as well. You can roll for me. It's more fun that way.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia \n \n Spoiler \nThe gunfire is coming from the right of Demitrius' door, the direction opposite of the hallway. There is a balcony in that direction, and Inquisitor Auriga's room and the office are in that direction.\n "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n AC :23 HP :61/61 Ammo :0/0 (20/20 when he gets his pistol)\n\nInitiative: (1d20+3)[ 10 ] \n\nNolt dove off of the bed in the direction of his weapons on the floor nearby when the sudden gunfire woke him up. \" Frak! I should have slept with it under my pillow! \" He fumbled for his laspistol, trying to pull it from it's holster.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHe is going for his Laspistol. He went to sleep with his flakshirt on, and he designates the first enemy he spots with his Combat Sense.\n "
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku\n\n Def: 17 HP: 48 Ammo: n/a \n\nKira wakes, not moving for a few moments as she listens to the noises outside. Retrieving her knife from its place under her pillow, she moves to the doorway, crouching by the door.\n\n Let the warriors do their job... I'm no good to them if I get hurt. \n\nShe forces herself to relax, focusing her attention on the door, the hallway, relying as always on her intuition to see what she can learn.\n\nInitiative: (1d20)[ 14 ] "
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{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n AC 19 HP 72/72 Ammo 7/7 \n Initiative [roll] 1d20+7[/roll]\n\nSeriph rolls out of bed, grabbing his chainsword and pistol as the shots fly out. He crouches, trying to pinpoint the attackers, figuring where he would be if he was the one planning the attack.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nListen (1d20+5)[ 9 ] \nSpot (1d20+16)[ 28 ] \nSearch (1d20+7)[ 11 ] \nKnowledge (Tactics) (1d20+11)[ 23 ] \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n He has heroic surge, so he may still have time to do something in the surprise round.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Halridia\nRound 1 \n Initiative \nAssasins - 21\nSeriph - 15\nKira - 14\nDemetrius - 12\nInquisitor Auriga - 11\nNolt - 10\n\nMap:\n \nEnvironment Rules:\n \n Spoiler \n Table: You can hop up onto the table as part of your move. It costs ten feet of movement, and the Jump DC is 10. While on the table, you benifit from the bonus for higher ground. The table provides cover.\n Chairs: The chairs are small enough to go around, and therefore do not affect movement. There is no benifit to hoping up onto a chair, as it is too unstable to provide a higher ground bonus. (They're soft chairs) They do however, provide cover.\n Couches: The couches provide cover and block movement. You can hop up onto them as part of your move. It costs ten feet of movement, and the jump DC is 10. The couch is too unstable to provide a bonus for higher ground- hopping up is for getting past it. The couch provides cover.\n Fireplace: The fireplace is built into a free-standing mantle and extends to the celing. The fire is on the side nearest the door to the hall. The mantle provides cover, and you can bull rush people into the fire. They will take 2d6 fire damage each round they are in the flames, and must make a DC15 ref. save or they catch fire. Every round they're on fire, they take an additional 1d6 fire damage. They make the ref save each turn to try and put out the fire.\n "
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{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia\nRound 1 \n\nThe Assasins are wearing dark clothes, loose fitting, and made of what looks like silk. There skin is dark, and they wield strange curved daggers that seem to be vibrating slightly. The one nearest Inquisitor Auriga is wounded in the shoulder.\nThe wounded one (1) rushes the Inquisitor, atempting to stab him, but he only grazes the Inquisitor's shoulder. The two in the room (3 & 4) assume defensive stances, and the one on the balcony (2) enters the main room and moves into the doorway to the Inquisitor's office.\n \n Seriph's turn "
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{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n AC 19 HP 72/72 Ammo 6/7 \n\nSeriph, his chainsword in one hand and pistol in the other, moves rapidly out of his room, frustrated that he is so badly out of position. He snaps a shot off at the only assassin (4) within range. With a sudden heroic surge, he rushes onward, toward the inquisitors room.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nBolt Pistol (1d20+10)[ 4 ](14) \nDamage (2d8)[ 6 ][ 2 ](8) \n\nFor ease of reference, the lower left corner I am calling A1. Seriph is now on H10. Alpha is vertical, numerical is horizontal.\n "
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{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n AC 19 HP 48/48 Ammo - \n\nHearing nothing directly outside the room, Kira slips the door open and moves out toward the couch, keeping low. She readies her blade, and waits for the others, a simple combat blessing coming to mind almost unbidden, her training making it automatic.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThat puts her on the first square out from her door, almost level with the couch. She's not casting the Bless this round, but likely will next time.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia\nRound 1, Continued \n \n Spoiler \n\n For ease of reference, the lower left corner I am calling A1. Seriph is now on H10. Alpha is vertical, numerical is horizontal. \n\nKnew I forgot something...\n \n\nThe assasin easily dodges Seriph's shot, sneering at him.\n\nUpdated Map:\n "
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{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n AC: 17\nHP: 53/53\nAmmo: 12/13 \n\nThe psyker appeared in his doorway about the time Seriphius ran past it. He'd grabbed his bolt gun on the way out, swinging it to bear on Assassin #2 as soon as he cleared the doorway. Flipping the safety off with deft flick of his thumb, Demetrius had a moment to say, \" Excuse me, but the Inquisitor is not taking appointments at the moment. \" before the weapon roared in his hands. It belched a tongue of flame from its barrel, sending an large, explosive bolt streaking towards the intruder.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDemetrius moves to F11 and is attacking Assassin #2.\nAttack: 1d20+4=17 \nDamage: 2d10=10 \n "
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{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia\nRound 1, Continued \n\nDemetrius' shot goes past the assasin's ear, sending a tiny shower of sawdust out from the door behind him.\nInquisitor Auriga takes a step away from the assasin menacing him, then blasts the man at point blank range with his two bolt pistols. There is an explosion of blood as both shots take him in the chest. The assasin drops, gurgling.\n \n Spoiler \nLucky Inquisitor ... that's a five foot step backwards, and then full attack.\n \n\n Nolt's turn "
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{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \nAC:18 HP:42 Ammo:18/20\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nSorry for taking so long. It was a nightmare trying to remember what my class was before. Eventually I just broke down and dropped Dred. and went Bodyguard 5. New link is in my sig.\n \n\n\nRealizing that it was not himself was in danger; Nolt left his room and saw the mysterious attackers. \" Assassins! \" Nolt brought his lasgun up swiftly and fired off two quick shots as he came into range.\n\n \n Spoiler \nActions: Moved to D11. Declared Combat Sense on Enemy #2. Used feat Double Tap to boost damage.\nAttack Roll: (1d20+7)[ 18 ] \nDamage Roll: (3d6)[ 14 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia\nRound 1, Concluded \n\nNolt's shot goes wide, due to having to shoot around Demetrius. (Soft Cover)\nThe assasins, realizing the're in for a fight, start moving to take care of the Inquisitor's bodyguards as well as him.\nAssasin 1 closes the distance with the Inquisitor, and slashes at him again with the vibrating dagger. The inquisitor blocks the attack at the wrist with one of his guns. (5ft step, Miss)\nAssasin 2 rushes past Seriphius, the curved dagger lashing out as he goes, and then continues along the mantle, taking cover on the other side of it. (Spring Attack to G6, 4 dmg to Seriphius, and he needs to make a Fort save. It's poison, so you get to add all those implant bonuses.😩 )\nAssasin 3 also dashes around Seriphius, stoping in front of Demetrius, but his Seriphius dodges it easily this time. (Spring Attack to G11, Miss)\nAssasin 4 runs up and jumps onto the table, then pulls a straight dagger, this one not vibrating, from his belt and throws it at Seriphius. (Move to I8, Hopping Up, 6dmg to Seriphius)\n\nMap:\n \n Seriph's Turn "
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n AC 19 HP 62/72 Ammo 6/7 \n\nSeriph stoically takes the blows, a quick survey of the room telling him where his allies are. He wants to get to the inquisitors room, but the two closest assassins make that a difficult task. Besides, the Inquisitor seems to be handling himself well, judging by the hand and arm protruding from his door. Leaving the nearest to Nolt and Demitrius, be moves toward the assassin on the table, his Chainsword shrieking as he cries \"For the Khan and the Emperor\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nFortitude vs Poison (1d20+17)[ 8 ](25) \nFive foot step to H9, Full Attack on Assassin 4\nDownward slice, upper right to lower left! (1d20+12)[ 4 ](16) \nDamage (2d8+6)[ 16 ] \nBackhand slash, lower right to middle left! (1d20+7)[ 10 ](17) \nDamage (2d8+6)[ 18 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n AC 19 HP 48/48 Ammo - \n\nMoving across the room, she sees the others rushing out of their sleeping quarters. She holds her knife up in front of her, the twisted thorns worked into the design of the hilt representing the God-Emporer in his aspect as protector.\n\nStanding straight, her voice carries clearly through the room, the words bringing comfort to those who believe.\n\n \"The God-Emporer protects all who fight for him, and guides their hand to destroy his enemies. Serve him well, and he will bless you.\" \n \n Spoiler \nMove to B10, casting Bless. Each ally within 50ft (10 squares) gains a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects.\n "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius Sextus \n AC: 17\nHP: 53/53\nAmmo: 12/13 \n\nDemetrius's face broke into a cold smile as he ducked back behind the door shielding him from Assassin #3. He let his bolter fall slack, holding one hand palm upwards in front of his face. His eyes narrowed just a bit, picturing the power of the warp as a roiling, rushing river rapid boiling just below the surface of reality. He couldn't describe what it felt like to touch such a thing, so violent and terrible and yet darkly wonderful, but a tendril of his consciousness reached out into it. Careful control allowed him to pluck off a tiny, insignificant piece of stardust from that river, borrow of its power and use it to warp reality as he saw fit.\n\nAbove his hand, that tiny speck of stardust coalesced into a flickering ball, suddenly blindingly bright as it grew to a few inches in diameter and then flashed into four separate points of light that seemed to shiver and spark with contained violence. Then, looking up and towards the door which Assassin #3 hid behind, Demetrius let them go. The psychic bolts streaked around and over the door like comets and homed unerringly upon the intruder, punching holes through his chest and stomach.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDemetrius automatically passes his psychic check for a level 1 power with a +25 for psychic sense. The psybolts work like magic missile, automatically hitting Assassin #3 no matter the amount of cover he has. Here's the roll for the damage: 1d4+1=4, 1d4+1=4, 1d4+1=3, 1d4+1=4 = 15 \n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia\nRound 2, Continued \n\nSeriphius' strokes, though well placed and executed, fail to touch the assasin. The first is parried with the dagger, the second narrowly dodged.\nKira's blessing fills the hearts of everyone with hope. (except Inquisitor Auriga, he's too far away)\nDemetrius' psybolts punch into the assasin, suprising him and doing considerable harm. The man holds his off-hand over a welling red spot in his torso, but he's not droped yet.\nAssasin 1 realises that he died last turn, and drops to the ground, for real this time.\nInquisitor Auriga runs into the main room and fires at assasin 3, but the shot goes wide.\n\n Nolt's Turn "
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{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt moved to keep his target in range, diving behind a couch that was convieniontly near. He rose up from behind the couch and again fired two shots in sucsesion.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOkay, Nolt moves to C7 and uses Double Tap on Assasin #2.\n\nAttack: (1d20+8)[ 22 ] \nDamage: (3d6)[ 7 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia\nRound 2, Concluded \n \n Spoiler \nSorry for the delay, everyone.\nGhal Marak- don't forget your armour class, HP, ammo, etc. in your posts.\nSeriphius- No effects from the poison so far.\n \n\nNolt's shots take the assasin in the shoulder. The smell of singed flesh fills the room.\nAssasin 2 dashes around the side of the couch, taking a swipe at Nolt as he goes, and stops in the corner of the room. (Spring attack to A5, 5 dmg to Nolt.)\nAssasin 3 steps around the door and stabs at Demetrius' neck. The psycher manages to twist himself out of the way of a very dangerous hit, but he still gets a cut on the shoulder. (5ft step to F10, 5 dmg to Demtrius, Fort save required.)\nAssasin 4 tries to use his higher position to his advantage, using a strong overhead slash to attack Seriphius. He nearly overbalances himself however, and the attack misses.\n\nMap:\n \n Seriph's Turn "
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n AC 19 HP 62/72 Ammo 6/7 \n\nSeriph takes a step to his right, and attacks his opponent. \"Die traitor! he cries, swinging....\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFive foot step to H9, and full attack with chainsword on assassin four.\nBless bonus included.\n\nUpward slash (1d20+13)[ 2 ](15) \nDamage (2d8+6)[ 8 ][ 6 ](20) \nForward stab (1d20+8)[ 14 ](22) \nDamage (2d8+6)[ 1 ][ 2 ](9) \n "
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{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n AC 19 HP 48/48 Ammo - \n\nKira watches the assassin run across past Nolt, frowning as he gets too close for comfort. Closing her eyes for a moment, she concentrates on the feel of the minds around her, identifying friends, and foes...\n\nHer eyes snap open, a single thought piercing his mind with the finesse of a blade, yet the power of a hammer.\n\n Halt! \n \n Spoiler \nCommand: Halt - The subject stands in place for 1 round. It may not take any actions but is not considered helpless.\nWill save DC 14\nPsychic check auto success (Skill 14, DC10)\n "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n AC: 17\nHP: 48/53\nAmmo: 12/13 \n\nFinding himself in somewhat of a duel with one of the assassins, Demetrius twisted out of the way of a stab that would have surely brought even a psyker to his knees. The wound in his shoulder was much preferable to having his throat cut. Unfortunately, he suspected that the burning sensation even now prickling in his shoulder was something more than a mere cut. Narrowing his eyes, Demetrius whipped his cloak up at the assassin to distract him for a moment as he stepped back into his room, once again calling upon the energies of the warp.\n\nThis time, Demetrius didn't attack his foe. Instead, he made sure the assassin wouldn't be able to wound him again. He became sheathed in the energies of the warp for a moment in a bright flash that seemed to regress into his skin, but that was all the assassin would see.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nUsing Steel-Flesh. The check is an automatic success. Demetrius now has a DR of 15/+5 and can absorb a total of 120 points of damage harmlessly before the effect gives out.\nFort Save vs. Poison = 1d20+4=22 \n "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \nAC:18 HP:37 Ammo:16/20\n\nNolt clutched at the knife wound his shoulder with his off hand as he tracked the movement of the assasin. \" Frak, they're fast! \" Nolt wished that he had grabbed his lasgun instead of his pistol, but now was not the time to worry. Quickly moving next to Kira, despite the tingly feeling he got as he approached her, he spun around and fired off a single shot at the assasin.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNolt moves to C9 and makes a single attack on assasin2.\n\nAttack: (1d20+9)[ 11 ] \nDamage: (2d6)[ 7 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia\nRound 3, Concluded \n\nSeriphius' stab bites into the assasin's side, drawing blood. Kira's psychic command stops her target in his tracks. A slightly blank looks comes over his face, and he stands there doing nothing. Inquisitor Auriga opens fire with both bolt pistols on assasin four, but the assasin dives off of the table out of the way. When he hits the ground, he rolls onto his feet and slashes at Seriphius, then keeps running. Seriphius steps back from the attack, and it misses. (Spring Attack to G6)\nOn the other side of the room, Nolt's laspistol shot makes a scorch mark on the wall above the assasin. The assasin himself is still feeling the effects of Kira's psychic command. Assasin three decides the psycher is more trouble than he's worth, turns away, and charges at Inquisitor Auriga. The Inquisitor twists out of the way of the slash, but it makes a small hole in his cloak. (Charge to I11)\n \n Spoiler \nNo immediate effects from poison, Demetrius.\n \n\nMap:\n \n Seriphius' Turn "
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n AC 19 HP 62/72 Ammo 6/7 \n\nSeriphius lets Assassin 4 scurry away, and turns to attack the one threatening the Inquisitor. \"Stay Firm, Inquisitor! \n \n Spoiler \n\nMovement to avoid AoO G9-G10-G11-H11\nAttacks assassin 3 (1d20+15)[ 24 ] (+1 Bless, +2 Flanking)\nDamage roll (2d8+6)[ 14 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n AC 19 HP 48/48 Ammo - \n\nKira ducks behind the couch, staying out of the way as the combat continues around her. She watches carefully, ready to act if any of her allies get seriously injured.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove to C10, hold action on a cure spell.\n "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n AC: 17\nHP: 48/53\nAmmo: 12/13 \n\nAs Demetrius gave chase to the Assassin he'd been squaring off against, he noticed Assassin #4 present himself as a lovely target on the other side of the room. Trusting that between the space marine and an inquisitor the other assassin was handled, Demetrius flung out his hand towards his new target. His sleeve pulled back as his arm extended, revealing what looked to be a small rod or wire attached to the underside of his wrist. It gave off a bright glow and a low thrum before letting loose with a spearpoint of electrical energy towards the assassin. Unless the assassin had superb reflexes, the lightning would arc dead center into his chest, finding exits wherever it could through the man's eyes, mouth, ears, and eventually grounding itself into the floor through his feet.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWorks just like lightning bolt in normal D&D. Reflex save = half damage. (DRP 3) The wire on his wrist is the tesla coil needed to use this effect. Damage: 8d6=26 \n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia\nRound 4, Continued \n\nSerphius' attack takes the assasin by suprise, and his chainsword bites into the man's back. He gurgles for a second, and then drops to the ground.\nDemetrius' lightning bolt arcs directly into his target. The assasin tries to scream, but he can't control his voice. He drops to the ground smoking.\nThe door from the Hotel's hallway bursts open, and two scared looking bell-boys in uniforms come in, one holding a crowbar, the other an umbrella. When they see the last assasin in the corner, and the dead ones by the mantle and the office door, the one with the crowbar yelps, drops his weapon, and runs out of the door. The one with the umbrella charges the last assasin, swinging wildly. The assasin, still dizzy from Kira's command, gets whacked in the face, and drops to the ground unconscious."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius Sextus \n\nDemetrius smiled as he approached the panicked but triumphant bell boy, his hands held out at his sides. \" Peace, boy, I think you got him. \" he chuckled. \" You've shown conviction and fortitude against the most hated enemy tonight. You have served the Emperor well. \" he continued, slapping the boy lightly on the back. \" Now if you would be so kind as to inform the management of this little tussle? I would like my security deposit returned immediately. \" Upon looking at him, it would not be apparent if Demetrius was joking or not. \" Run along before your cowardly friend beats you to it. \"\n\nAssuming no one else had anything to say anything to the boy, Demetrius let him go, turning instead to the sole remaining live assassin. He checked the man's pulse to make sure he was simply unconscious, for they needed him hale and healthy when the interrogation began."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\n\" Uh... okay. Well that takes care of that. \" Nolt turned and shrugged at Kira, then watched as Demetrius Sextus checked the downed assassin."
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph scans the room, making sure it is clear. He then sheathes his pistol, and walks to the balcony, checking it as well, then closing and locking the door. He then changes his pistols magazine for a fresh one, and walks over to the closest body, crouching down to examine it for identification, ammunition, or the like. \"Inquisitor, if you are well, there is a traitor that you and Demetrius should 'handle'.\" He says, not looking up from his task. He keeps his chainsword at hand, occasionally staining the floor with dripping blood.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHe will inspect all three bodies, assuming the Inquisitor has no orders for him.\nInvestigate (1d20+9)[ 24 ] \nSpot (1d20+16)[ 35 ] \nSearch (1d20+7)[ 26 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia \n\nThe Bell-boy, still speechless, nods at Demetrius and then dashes out of the room, still clutching the umbrella.\nInquisitor Auriga walks into the centre of the room, then speaks to you all. \"Once we've finished with the bodies, I think we should leave here. I have several things to discuss with you all, and with our assailent. We need somewhere private, as this place has already been proven to be insecure...\" \nSeriph's search of the bodies yeilds several useful pieces of information. The previously vibrating curved daggers are Mono-Kukris. They are stamped with a strange design near the handle. It's a circle, with line that curves like the letter J coming out of the bottom. The line ends in an arrowhead. There are letters underneath it, but you don't recognize them. The assasins also have two straight, normal dagger each, except for the one that threw one of his at Seriphius. These daggers don't have any markings on them. The assasins don't have anything else on them, except for the loose black clothes they're wearing."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n AC 19 HP 48/48 Ammo - \n\nKira sheaths her blade as the hotel staff burst in, staying in her hiding place behind the couch as the combat ends. After a few moments, she stands, moving toward the Inquisitor.\n\n \"Do you need healing, sir?\" Her voice is quiet, meant only for him."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nAfter the Inquisitors little speech Nolt returned to his room and gathered up his gear. He strapped on his powerpack and hooked his lasgun onto it for travel. As he left his room he popped the energy cell out of his laspistol before holstering it, and stuck the cell into a recharging receptacle on the side. He walked over and stood next to the fireplace."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Stormkitten \n Kira Danusku \n AC 19 HP 48/48 Ammo - \n\nKira sheaths her blade as the hotel staff burst in, staying in her hiding place behind the couch as the combat ends. After a few moments, she stands, moving toward the Inquisitor.\n\n \"Do you need healing, sir?\" Her voice is quiet, meant only for him. \n \n\n \"No, thank you Kira. However, I have a question for you. Do you think the young man assigned to help us is trustworthy? If so, perhaps he could find us somewhere for a private discussion with our assailent.\" "
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n \"I didn't sense anything untoward from Derrick. However, I had arranged to speak with him alone tomorrow, to be certain.\" \n\nShe pauses, weighing her words, considering the eager young man.\n\n \"I believe he can be trusted. I also believe he feels slightly... out of his depth.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia \n\nInquisitor Auriga nods, takes the small metal device given to him by Derrick earlier, a mini-vox, and turns it on. He then hands it to Kira.\n \"You seem to be getting along with Derrick quite well. I think you should talk to him. Hopefully he can find us somewhere suitable for our purposes.\" "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius Sextus \n\nDemetrius relieved the man of his weapons carefully, as well as anything else in his pockets and any extraneous clothing that might hide hidden weapons such as a jacket, boots, gloves, etc. If this means the assassin is stripped down to his thermal underwear than so be it. \" This is a fascinating symbol here on his weapon... \" he noted, taking a moment to see if he could place it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDon't know if I have any knowledge skill that would help with this. Would Knowledge (Religion) or Knowledge (Warp) suffice? I also have Knowledges (Imperium) and (Technology) if any of those would work. I'll take ten or twenty on the roll I just need to know which one to make.\n \n\n\nHe slid everything out of reach of the man, then used his handy dandy duct tape to bind the assassin's hands behind his back and ankles together. It would have to do until someone could provide him with a pair of manacles or something similar. \" I look forward to finding out who sent you, my friend. \" Demetrius smiled as he checked the man's mouth for false teeth. Wouldn't want him suiciding before questioning.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSearch: 1d20+6=23 \n "
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nShe takes the vox, heading silently into a sideroom and half-closing the door to mask the thump of the bodies as the others deal with them. The pleasantries come easily to her, though she adds a slightly rushed tone to her normally calm voice.\n\n \"Derrick? Sorry to disturb you so late. Could you come up to the room? Immediately.\" \n\nHis reaction to the mess should be quite telling."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia \n \n Spoiler \nSorry Demetrius, none of those will work. It's not a religious or warp related symbol, nor is it related to the Imperium as a whole, and it's not a piece of technology either.\n \n\n\n \"Derrick? Sorry to disturb you so late. Could you come up to the room? Immediately.\" \n\nDerrick's slightly sleepy voice answers after a few seconds.\n \"Uh, sure ... What's going on?\" \n\nAs Kira is speaking to Derrick, a rather portly man in a red uniform comes into the room from the hall. He is tailed by the scared looking bell-boy, who is still clutching the umbrella. As the portly man sees the bodies in the room, his face drains of colour.\n \"My god... He says quietly. Then, adressing Inquisitor Auriga and anybody else who isn't busy doing something, \"I'm the hotel manager. My name is Othero. I'm so sorry for this incident, and I can't believe your assailents managed to get through our security. Is there any way I can help? Do any of you need medical attention?\" "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\nEver the suspicious one, Demetrius studied the hotel manager carefully, struck by the stray thought that there could be someone on the inside that had assisted the intruders in their plot. Perhaps more questioning was in order...\n\n \n Spoiler \nSense Motive: 1d20+6=26 \n \n\n\n\" Some restraints would be helpful for this one. \" Demetrius said after a moment. He stood, hands lacing together over his stomach. \" If it's not too much trouble, of course. \" he smiled."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia \n \n Spoiler \nYou get the distinct feeling that he's extremely worried. He does have a pretty legitimate reason, though. (ie. Assasins just broke into his hotel)\n \n\n \"Restraints...? I ... suppose I could find some...\" He says. He turns around, points at the bell-boy, and jerks his finger toward the door. The bell-boy runs out of the room."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\n \n Originally Posted by Rigel Cyrosea \n Derrick's slightly sleepy voice answers after a few seconds.\n \"Uh, sure ... What's going on?\" \n \n\n \"There's been... It's probably better if you see for yourself.\" \nShe waits patiently, listening to the conversation in the next room as best she can."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Stormkitten \n Kira Danusku \n \"There's been... It's probably better if you see for yourself.\" \nShe waits patiently, listening to the conversation in the next room as best she can. \n \n\n \"Alright, I'm on my way.\" Derrick says, sounding determined."
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph remains near the door, keeping an eye out.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\ninvestigations not his strong suit. 😉\n "
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira returns to the main room, nodding once to the inquisitor and pocketing the vox. She heads over to Seriph, murmuring the prayer of healing.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Cure Light, again, no psyker roll needed: (1d8+4)[ 7 ] points healed\n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia \n\nOthero continually paces back and forth near the door while he waits for the bell-boy to return. After a few minutes, he does, carrying a long nylon rope and some plastic bindings. Othero looks at him funnily, as if asking where he managed to find such things in the hotel, but doesn't question him.\n \"Is there anything else I can do for you?\" He asks, in a less than hopeful tone of voice."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt suppressed a yawn and stretched his arms back over his head. He eyed one of the couches, but decided that going back to sleet would not be the thing to do at the moment. Unhooking his lasgun from his powerpack, he started work on routine maintenance and cleaning."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Rigel Cyrosea \n Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia \n\nOthero continually paces back and forth near the door while he waits for the bell-boy to return. After a few minutes, he does, carrying a long nylon rope and some plastic bindings. Othero looks at him funnily, as if asking where he managed to find such things in the hotel, but doesn't question him.\n \"Is there anything else I can do for you?\" He asks, in a less than hopeful tone of voice. \n \n\n Demetrius \n\n\" No, thankyou. I will want to speak to your security people and review any surveillance vid-plates at some point, however. \" Demetrius said with a smile as he received the bindings from the boy. He didn't bother to unwrap the duct tape. Instead he just added the new restraints on top of the old and cinched them uncomfortably tight. \" My Lord, the prisoner is at your disposal. \" he informed Auriga, sounding eager to begin."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia \n\nOthero nods, and then turns on his heel and leaves the room. The bell-boy follows him. A couple of minutes later, Derrick comes in. He looks a little frazzled. His hair is standing on end, and it's obvious he dressed quickly. As soon as he enters the room, he stops, a look of horror crossing his face. He stares at the bodies, open-mouthed.\n \"What happend! Were y-y-y-y... was there a f-f-fight!?\" "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\n\" The boy's powers of observation are certainly top notch. \" Demetrius commented with a smirk."
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph remains alert, but moves away from the door, dragging the three corpses into a neat pile for easy disposal later."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n \"There was a fight, but we are safe.\" Kira smiles reassuringly at the young man, then continues. \"The Inquisitor would prefer this be kept quiet. Or at least, as quiet as can be managed. A few of the hotel staff know, of course.\" \n\nShe indicates the prisoner guarded by Nolt, and lowers her voice. \"We also need a location suitable for performing some preliminary investigations. Somewhere we won't be disturbed.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia \n\nDerrick, though still looking shaken, nods. \"I think I kn-n-now a p-p-place.\" He turns away, and goes back out into the hall. You can hear the sounds of heavy breathing."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira heads quickly into the corridor after the young man, waiting on him to regain his composure slightly.\n\n \"Please, tell me about this place. The sooner we can finish things here, the better.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia \n\nDerrick takes a few more deep breaths before speaking. \"The Governor's parliment has a basement floor that is rarely used. You could go there.\" "
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n \"Thank you. Please can you make arrangments for transport, and I will inform the Inquisitor.\" \n\nShe maintains her reassuring expression, but her mind is turning over options for the task ahead. There was one more ability of hers that might prove useful, but she would need to prepare."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia \n\nDerrick calls in two cars, the same ones as before, though the drivers are different.\n \n Spoiler \nAnybody who has objections to the current plan of events, now is the time to voice them.\n "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt finished his cleaning and hooked up his Lasgun to the powerpack again. He then stood up and walked over to the restrained assassin and smirked at him. \" You hear that buddy? Your in for it now. \" To accentuate his statement he kicked the assassin in the side. He turned to face Seriphius and jerked his thumb at the assassin. \" Hey, can you get 'em? He's a little heavy for me. \""
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph give a thin smile to Nolt, and walks over to the assassin. \"I can manage him, Nolt.\" He says, picking up the assassin with one hand and heading down the hall to the cars. On the way, he 'accidentally' bumps the assassins head into the doorframe. \"But stay sharp, Nolt. They may have had spotters who sent for help, and being split up into two transports is just more chances for an ambush.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nIf you feel he needs a STR check, here it is, but his carrying capacity is high enough to lift one human, I think.\n (1d20+6)[ 19 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira seems somewhat withdrawn during the journey, paying little attention to the roads, or anything outside the car. Her sixth sense would warn her, if they were to be attacked; it had never let her down yet."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\nThe psyker rode in the car with the inquisitor, mentally preparing himself for the interrogation, wondering how best to get under the assassin's skin...with a clean scalpel or needles this time? Perhaps he would go layer by layer for a different sort of texture effect. That said, would he start with simple questioning or go for the fear response of immediate pain and the promise of more to come? It would depend on how conditioned these men were."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City \n\nThe ride is even shorter than before, due to the lack of traffic. Derrick leads you into the building. The gaurds, different ones than before, but still quite well armed, once again ignore you all. Derrick goes to the elevator and says clearly \"Derrick Karlau, Basement Floor.\" The elevator opens, and he steps inside. After a short elevator ride down later, the doors open again on a featureless gray cement hall, with doorways every 40ft or so on each side. Each door has a number on it. Derrick goes down the hall, taking a key ring out of his pocket. He stops at door seven, finds the correct key, opens the door, and steps inside. The room is also featurless, except for a table and several chair stacked by the wall.\n \"This room is usually used for meetings to discuss ... sensitive government topics. It is soundproofed. Is there anything else I can do for you?\" "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt stepped into the room and then turned to Derrick. \" Yeah, we'll need some water, perferably in a cooler. Also, while your at it, I could use something to eat. I don't particularly care what, so go wild. \""
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City \n \"Certainly sir. Anything else?\" "
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph stretches the assassin out on the table, none to gently, then returns to the hall. \"I will be patrolling this hall, Inquisitor, unless you have other orders for me.\" He motions to Derrick. \"I require food and drink as well.\" He says, return his attention to the Inquisitor."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Basement of the Parliment Building \n \"Wait a minute Seriph. I have some things I need to discuss with you all first.\" Inquisitor Auriga says.\n \n Spoiler \nJust waiting to see if Chronic has some list of toture implements or something he wants Derrick to get for him. Speaking of which, there will be no graphic descriptions of toture in this thread, from anyone. If Demtrius wishes to use torture, he may do so, and there are rules for such in the Book of Vile Darkness, but it will not be described in detail, okay?\n "
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n \"Of course, Inquisitor.\" Seriph says, turning to face him.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI figured that the torture would take place 'off camera' as it where.\n "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\nThe psyker rattles off a seemingly innocuous list of items one could find nearly anywhere, then urges Derrick to run along. He waits patiently in the corner until ordered by the Inquisitor to begin. Didn't want to seem too eager.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nYes, psykers are screwed in the head.\n\nAnd awww...no graphic torture scenes? Booo.... I'm not even sure if I have the right skills listed for torture. I was just going to make it up on the fly and not to any rolling, but if you want to go by the book that's cool too.\n "
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira walks into the room, pacing the length of the wall. Pulling four crystals from a cloth pouch, she walks across to the Inquisitor, speaking quietly.\n\n \"I can try to prevent him from being capable of lying, sir, if you wish? However, this power will affect everyone within range of these crystals. I'll need to prepare the room carefully if we are not to be affected ourselves.\" \n \n Spoiler \nSetup for possible Zone of Truth spell, 20ft radius\n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Basement of the Parliment Building \n\nBefore Derrick goes off to get the food and items he was asked to find, Inquisitor Auriga stops him. He draws the symbol Seriph found on one of the daggars and shows it to Derrick.\n \"Do you recognize this?\" he asks.\n \"Sure. That's the logo of the Garrison Corporation. They make weapons and machines, their main factory and offices are in the city. They were almost put out of business for illegal trading a few years ago. Made a big stir, but they got off, and they're still in bussiness. Why?\" \n \"Just curious,\" Inquisitor Auriga says, and then closes the door in Derrick's face. He then walks into the centre of the room to adress you all.\n \"First, I want to say that you all performed admirably in the conflict tonight. I'm glad to have your protection.\" He puts his hands behind his back, and his features shift to a more sombre expression. \"However, the fact that we were attacked does not bode well for this operation. Before the attack, I noticed that the rooms in the hotel were bugged. As Derrick has just told us, the Assasin's were armed with weapons provided by a local corporation. The Governor has a psycher in his cabinet. It seems likely to me that we are dealing with corruption in high places. That means that they likely have acess to much greater resouces than us at current. Be on your gaurd.\" \nAfter listening to Kira's suggestion, the Inquisitor nods. \"That would be quite useful. Thank you, Miss Danusku.\" "
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira nods, then begins setting the crystals out. \"Nolt, could you move the table more into that corner?\" \nShe points to the corner furthest from the door."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\n\" Uh, sure thing. \" Nolt walked over and moved the table as she instructed. \" There 'ya go. \""
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph salutes the Inquisitor \"Thank you, sir.\" He glances at the prisoner with a grim smile, then heads toward the door. \"I shall postion myself on guard, as I can see you have all the skills needed to aid this heretic as he tries to atone with blood for his treachery.\" \n\nIf Derrick is still in the hall...\n \"I want information on the Garrison Corporation. Finances, holdings, assets, focused on local items first. Any blueprints of the buildings as well, if you can get them. And, how exactly, did they 'get off' illegal trading? And /who/ was the Trade with?\" he asks, glaring at the man.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf there is some sort of 'internet' and Derrick is gone, Seri can search that. Not sure if there is in 40k universe, sorry. Rolls for whichever scenario.\nIntimidate (1d20+4)[ 23 ] \nKnowledge (Galactic events) (1d20+10)[ 12 ] \nKnowledge (Imperium) (1d20+10)[ 16 ] \nKnowledge (Technology) (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \nResearch (1d20+5)[ 24 ] \nGather Information (1d20+4)[ 9 ] \nComputer Use (1d20+10)[ 29 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Basement of the Pariliment Building \n\nDerrick is not in the hallway when Seriphius goes out, but he soon returns with an armful of food and various other items. At Seriph's questioning, he starts to stammer again.\n \"I don't kn-kn-know! I just r-r-remember it b-b-because it was in the n-n-news!\" After delivering the food and taking a minute to calm himself, he goes back to to talk to Seriph again. \"I can take you too the library, if you want. There are records there off all criminal and civil trials, there should be something about Garrison there.\" \n\nInside the room, Inquisitor Auriga takes a glass of water and splashes it on the assasin's face to wake him. The man looks worried but not suprised, and stays silent ... for now. Once the Zone of Truth is up, the Inquisitor takes a knife out and starts checking the blade conspicuously.\n \n Spoiler \nSeriph, if you wish to use the library, I'll PM you the results of your checks. Demetrius, now would be a good time to start asking questions. Anybody else who wants to ask a question can do so as well, since the Inquisitor is going to be the one doing the torture within the Zone of Truth.\n "
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph nods. \"Wait here, Derrik.\" So saying, he enters the room and moves to Nolts side. \"I need you to be on guard in the hall. I have some research to do.\" He whispers, motioning for Nolt to follow.\n\nReturning to Derrik, he motions for him to show him the library.\n\n \n Spoiler \n If Nolt doesn't want to guard the hall, Seriph will tell Derrik that he hasn't the time to go to the library, and stay on guard.\n "
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira finishes setting up the circle, and concentrates. The God-Emperor was truth, and no lies could stay unnoticed for long. She sits crosslegged at the center of the circle, chanelling the power carefully. After a time, she opens her eyes again, looking blankly at the people in the room. Soon...\n\nShe focuses on the prisoner, her gaze almost unfocused, seeming to go through him. Her own skills would serve to read him, to start with.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Second level power, DC 15. Skill 14 + Level 4 = 18, so auto success - Kira will be maintaining the zone as her action during the questioning. It will last four minutes, so she's holding back the final activation, for now. She will use Sense Motive (+9, +3 from Empathy) to tell what she can from his answers, at the start: (1d20+12)[ 22 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt looked a little glum when Seriph asked him to guard. \" Oh, I guess so. \" He grabbed his food and left the room. He then sat down on the floor with his back to the wall opposite of the door. \" I guess I'll have to see an interrogation some other time. Now I just have to figure out what this is. \" He looked upon his 'food' as he held it. It was wrapped in an unmarked foil. Opening it, he sighed. \" Goody, field rations. Guess Derrik doesn’t have much of a wild streak. \" He then bit into the bland bar and chewed."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\nThe psyker stalked around the prisoner like a circling predator as Kira went about setting up her zone of truth around them. He was a little miffed as he wasn't sure if he would be able to lie either, but figured truth would work better than imaginary threats in this case anyway. He wasn't the one with something to hide.\n\nWhen the assassin began to fidget, Demetrius stopped his circling and stood behind the man, laying hands on his shoulders in an almost friendly gesture. \" I believe you know why you are here, assassin, so I'm not going to sugar coat it for you. I'm going to ask you some questions. You may attempt to absolve yourself by answering them quickly, completely, and truthfully... \" he said, massaging the assassin's shoulders for a moment before gripping down hard. \" Or, you may choose to be uncooperative. In that case, by the time you die you won't be able to recognize yourself as even vaguely human. How does that sound? \" he chuckled, patting his shoulders before letting go and circling back around to the assassin's front.\n\n\" At this point, before we start the questioning, I will give you the opportunity to confess. Your death shall be quick and painless if you will just tell us everything...and who knows? The Emperor just may forgive you. \" Demetrius said, clasping his hands together as if in prayer. \" What say you? \""
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Basement of the Parliment Building \n\nThe man starts chanting in a strange language. The chant is low and repetitive, and grates on your ears."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\nDemetrius said nothing when the man started to chant, but rather placed his index and forefinger on the assassin's throat and began leaning his weight onto it until his windpipe was cut off and he was no longer able to speak.\n\n\" I see. \" he said grimly. \" In that case, we'll begin with an easy question. What is your name? \" he asked. He kept up the pressure on the assassin's throat until it looked like the man might pass out from lack of air, and then released it. \" Be sure to choose your words carefully this time. You'll only have time for a few between the screaming. \" he spat on the ground. The inquisitor would start the torture if the man did not answer within short order or started chanting again."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia \n\nThe man twists his head, trying to bite Demetrius' hands. He cannot quite do it, but the gesture is disturbing.\n \n Spoiler \nOkay, assuming each round of torture takes 1 minute (not really all that likley, but whatever), and questions are asked after each round of torture, and Kira starts the zone of truth as soon as the first question is asked, there will be 3 short questioning periods within the zone of truth's duration.\n \n\nInquisitor Auriga shakes his head slowly and says to the man \"You should have listened to him.\" Horrible, painful violence ensues. You may now question the victim."
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph returns to the hallway, and gives a curt nod to Nolt, his way of thanking him for taking the guard position. He has hard copy printouts of the information he gathered in the library, and is reading them over careful, likely for the second or third time.\n\nHe glances up at a muffled cry from inside, and shakes his head. \"Traitors.\" "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\nDemetrius's questions, in between torture, screaming, and any wierd chanting, are thus:\n\n\"What is your name?\"\n\"Who sent you?\"\n\"Who hired you?\" (If previous question is answered with blasphemy.)\n\"Who else is working with you?\"\n\"How did you avoid security?\""
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Basement of the Parliment Building \n\nThe man's aswers are as follows:\n \"What is your name?\" \n \"I ... I am Fharad Delah...\" \n \"Who sent you?\" \n \"CHAOS! CHAOS!\" \n \"Who hired you?\" (If previous question is answered with blasphemy.) \n \"I did not ... I did not see him...\" \n \"Who else is working with you?\" \nThe man will not open his mouth for this one. He manages to resist.\n \"How did you avoid security?\" \n \"We ... We were told ... the gates would be open. Chaos has opened the way!\" "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\n\" Okay. Does anyone else have any questions while he's still pliable? \" Demetrius asked the others in the room. \" I'd like to talk to every member of the security staff at that hotel. Someone let these men in and whoever it was is just as guitly as this fool. Also, we should bring up anything we can on Mr. Delah...birth records, family, known acquaintances, financial and employment transcripts, etc. It might give us something to work with. \" he explained as he wiped his hands on a clean hankerchief he produced from his robes. He found touching the chaos-ridden filth in the chair rather disgusting to say the least."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira sits crosslegged, concentrating hard on the energies she is controlling. The man's mind was slippery, difficult to focus on.\n\nAs time passes, the tickle behind her eyes becomes stronger. The Chaos was waiting, pressing in all around the circle she tried to keep pure. The power drew them, like moths to a flame.\n\nEventually, even the rites and mantras prescribed by the God-Emperor cannot help her half-trained mind cope. With a sigh, she opens her eyes, the power dissipating."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Basement of the Parliment Building \n\nAfter the questioning, Inquisitor Auriga dispatches Fharad Delah. He rubs his temples and turns towards the door.\n \"I have not slept yet tonight; I will ask Mr. Karlau if there is a bed in this area. In the meantime, you may want to visit the library for that information, Demetrius.\" He walks out of the room.\n \n Spoiler \nJust to clarify, the Inquisitor was working in the little office room while you guys were sleeping. The rest of you have had enough sleep that you won't suffer ill effects from not getting any more. Also, Sepp, you may want to show the others what you found on the Garrison Corporation. Anything else that anyone wants to look up or take care of before the Inquisitor wakes up, now's the time. We'll move on when everyone's ready.\n "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt, who had dozed off while the interrogation was in progress, jumped up wide eyed when the Inquisitor opened the door. \" Oh, It's you sir. \" Feeling his heart thumping in his chest, he rubbed his eyes and picked up his lasrifle. He then stepped into the room after the Inquisitor left and peered at the remains of the assassin. \" Wow, you guys did a number on 'em. \" He started to reach out and touch him, but then thought better of it and pulled his hand back. He then stood up and looked around at the assembled group. \" So... did he talk? \""
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph follows Nolt into the room, merely grunting at the sight of the remains of the assassin. \"Yes, did he tell anything?\" he asks, handing Demetrius and Kira a few sheets of the hard copy report. \"While you were busy, I did some research on the Garrison Corporation that was mentioned. Those hard copies have a brief summery of the information.\" He finishes, handing Nolt a sheet, and looking about for the Inquisitor.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe Trial\nThe Garrison Corporation was accused by an insider, (identity not revealed) to be trading in illegal weapons, including military-grade melta, power, and monomolecular weapons. Garrison denied these claims, and the case came to court. The prosecution exposed the case to the public, trying to win their support, and through them, the jury's. Garrison hired the best lawyers money can buy and won their case, citing the fact that though the facilities for creating such weapons did exist in some of their factories, no evidence could be found of the weapons themselves. The insider was not able to reveal who the buyer of the weapons was supposed to be.\n\nImportant Shareholders and CEO\nThe CEO of Garrison is Hassin Empaja, a local man who started the company as a simple mechanic, and has built it up to be one of the most profitable corportations in Empirica. Other board members include several local big bussiness heads, and a name you recognize: John Gatewell, the commander of the PDFs on this planet. (He was there for the interview with the Governor.)\n\nProducts and Profits\nThe Garrison Corporation has it's hands in most machinery products on the planet. It builds everything from cars to servitors. It also has a line of high end (legal) ballistic and close-combat weapons, sold to the public and to the government. It's profits are well into the millions of credits per quarter.\n\nFactories and Headquarters\nThere is a Garrison factory in Empirica City, which focuses on producing weapons, both ballistic and bladed. The Headquarters are also in the city, located in the centre of the business district. There are other factories in Kandoca City (the second largest city on the Sylas Peninsula) and in the Bosna area, located near Lake Empirica.\n "
},
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"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\nDemetrius snatched up the file and started pouring over it as he answered Nolt and Seriphius' question. \" He enlightened us upon a few small matters, but most of it was clogged with Chaos filth. His only redemption was surely the death the Inquisitor granted him. He was beyond help in this life. \" Demetrius said almost sadly before suddenly switching tacks. \" Interesting...so if these weapons we recovered from Mr. Delah and his fellow assassins are legal, we can trace them. If they are illegal, then we should speak to the Garrison Corp. Thankyou, Seriphius. \"\n\n\" It seems I have much research ahead of me. Must get started. \""
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph inclines his head to Demetrius, then adds. \"I also tried to locate some blueprints for the offices and factories, in case we needed to do some... on site research. Unfortuanatly, I could find none.\" He says, then glances at the body. \"Shall I see if the governors man can dispose of it ?\" "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt grimaced at the body. \" Yeah, it needs to be taken care of soon. Who knows what trouble can come from a body tainted with Chaos. \""
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph nods. \"Alright, Nolt, you stay on watch, and I'll go find our government friend, and a waste disposal crew.\" Seriph heads out into the halls, then up, looking for Derrick.\n\nWhen he finds him... \"The traitor is dead, but now we have a chaos tainted body to dispose of.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City \n\nDerrick looks scared as Seriphius approaches him again, obviously expecting another tirade.\n \"Right. I'll get some people to come down and clean it up right away sir.\" he says, looking only slightly relieved. He then walks off to find the unlucky waste disposal crew."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira clears away the circle, then reads the information provided by Seriphius.\n\n \"I find it strange that an assassin would use a weapon that could be so easily identified. Still, chaos-tainted people aren't known for clear thought.\" "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\n\" I hope someone has the presence of mind to burn the body as part of this disposal. A flamer would be best, but I suppose a furnace would do just as well. \" Demetrius said, scratching his chin. \" I'm going to access the planetary information net and Adeptus Arbites network to get as much information as I can on our assassin. Someone else will need to question hotel security and another one of us will need to trace that weapon. I believe Seriphius will be of greatest use in the questioning of the security personnel due to his size and general presence. Kira, could you and Nolt try to trace the weapon? \"\n\nWith that, Demetrius will head to the nearest computer access terminal that he can request private or classified documents from the government from using his clearance as a member of the Inquisitor's entourage.\n\n \n Spoiler \nLet me know if you need a computer use check.\n "
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph returns from above, and resumes his place outside the door, on guard, though he leans in for a moment. \"A crew is on the way to take care of that.\" He says, motioning toward the body."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt nodded at Demetrius. \" Right, I'll do the best I can to help Kira. \" He then walked over next to Kira. \" Ready whenever you are. \""
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n \"I feel it is unwise to leave you all; there may be another attack.\" Seriph says, looking at Demitrius. \"IF we return to the hotel, I will definitely have words with the security personnel.\" He finishes, before resuming his post outside the door."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira wraps a cloth over her hand, and picks up one of the knives. The symbol of the corporation is etched clearly in the hilt, but she turns the blade over carefully, looking for any other identifying markings.\n\n \"It is unusual that an individual blade can be identified easily. We can find out if these are available to a legitimate purchaser, and whether there is any kind of registration. But I am not sure that will get us far. Knives like this are likely common on the street, even with the mono-blade.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nStormkitten- Those knifes are a) kukris and b) monoweapons. Kukris are fairly common street weapons in Empirica, but most punks can't afford a monoweapon.\nAlso, let me know when you're ready to move on, everyone.\n "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nI'm ready to move on. Some time needs to pass before I can post the results of Demetrius' research.\n "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": "occ: I'm ready to move on as well. If she (as in Kira) were to do some research, would I just do an aid other or something?"
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Parliment Buildings \n\nThe rest of night passes uneventfully. Demetrius does his research, Kira, Nolt, and Seriphius discuss plans, rest, eat, etc...\nAbout 6:30 in the morning, the Inquisitor comes back, looking considerably less tired. \"So, have you discovered anything while I was asleep?\" he asks, sitting down."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Investigating Empirica \n\nThe Inquisitor listens quietly to any information, and then ponders for a short time before speaking.\n \"It seems we have several things to cover today. I think it would be in our best interests to split up. Seriph, go to the hotel. Try to find any traces of our assailants entrance. Kira, Nolt, you go to the Garrison factory, try to trace those knives. Demetrius and I will be paying the Garrsion Headquarters a visit. Any questions?\" \n \n Spoiler \nNew threads will go up tommorow. If you there's something wrong with the grouping you're in, let me know, and I'll see about changing it.\n "
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{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n \n Spoiler \nSorry for the delay in posting this. Was busy last weekend.\n \n\n\n\" Before we part ways, I think many of you would be interested in what I discovered about our dear assassin in the Adeptus Arbites world network. \" Demetrius stepped forward, holding up a hand to call attention to himself. \" The two of you investigating the Garrison Factory will find this particularly useful, as might we, my Lord. \" he nodded to the Inquisitor before continuing.\n\n\" It seems that Mr. Delah is actually a Junior Manager at Garrison HQ, which might explain the weapons. He had no prior criminal record save for a speeding ticket which he promptly paid. However his brother, a Galyaj Delah, died under suspicious circumstances...found on the street below his apartment window. Could have been suicide, but then again, maybe not. I also have our assassin's home address as well. I suggest paying a visit there as well as soon as we have completed our respective tasks. \""
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"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira considers, then addresses the group.\n \"Given this extra information, I think it would be useful to check Delah's house before calling attention to ourselves at the factory. I would suggest Nolt and I head there first.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Parliment Buildings \n\nThe Inquisitor nods. \"That is sensible. Kira and Nolt will go to investigate the residence of Mr. Delah. Any more questions?\" "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\n\" Sir, I have a question. Were suppose to go in quietly right? Like, under the cover of night and such like that. \""
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Parliment Buildings \n \"I don't think going in quietly will be necessary. We have every right to investigate the case to our full ability. If you are worried about another attack, I could perhaps ask the governor to provide some Adeptus Arbites men as backup, but I would prefer not to rely on them- they may be influenced.\" "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\n\" Alright. Thank you sir. I don't like stealth missions. \" Nolt crossed his arms and smiled. \" That's the only question I had sir. \""
},
{
"author": "Sepp",
"message": " Seriphius Decimus \n\nSeriph frowns slighty. \"While I would prefer not to leave you unguarded, I will follow orders. Where are we meeting afterwards?\" \n \n Spoiler \nWould have posted sooner, but thought other threads where coming.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Parliment Buildings \n\nThe Inquisitor frowns. \"I am not ungarded, Seriphius. Demetrius is a competant protector.\" The Inquisitor calls Derrick in and explains the situation to him, and he rushes off to procure some transportation. After a few minutes, he returns, and things are ready to go.\n \n Spoiler \nI'm going to leave this thread as the one for Demetrius and the Inquisitor, and make new ones for Kira and Nolt, and for Seriph. I don' mind if you look at the other threads, as long as you can keep player knowledge seperate from character knowledge. Also, don't post in threads that aren't you're own unless you're actually there.\n \n\n Seriph \n Kira and Nolt "
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"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Outside the Parliment Buildings \n\nThey sky is grey and dreary today, and there is a strong but warm wind. There is a car waiting for you outside the Parliment Buildings. It's another one of the big black ones. The driver is well dressed elderly man in a grey suit and hat. He gives you a nod."
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"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\nThe psyker went ahead of the Inquisitor to the car, looking around for potential threats before he motioned to his Lord that it looked safe. He responded to the elderly driver's nod with one of his own and offered his hand for a shake. \" Hello, what's your name? \n\n<<Insert driver's response here.>>\n\n\" Mr. ________, I need you on the ball today, understand? There is a possibility, however slight, that we may need to exceed normally safe speeds or take dangerous shortcuts. Will you be able to handle that or should we have them call a younger driver? \" he winked, hoping that would provoke the older man into doing his best. If it didn't, he'd simply replace him. Having an old man behind the wheel in a vehicle chase wasn't the way Demetrius intended to die."
},
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"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Outside the Parliment Buildings \n\n(The driver's name is Mr. Wickar.)\n\n \"What's a young driver good for? I know the city better than any upstart taxi boy. You want to go fast all the time, then you get someone young. You want to go fast and not die, you get me.\" "
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"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\nThe psyker chuckled at the old man's attitude and patted him on the shoulder. \" I think you'll do fine, Mr. Wickar. \" he conceded before opening the Inquisitor's door for him and then followed him inside.\n\nWhen they were all in, Demetrius informed Wickar of their destination and then brought up the Garrison files Seriphius had researched on his hand terminal. He'd been through it already, but if Demetrius was one thing he was thorough. He'd be able to recite it from memory given another read through. As he researched, he spoke to the Inquisitor, making sure to raise the privacy shielding so the driver didn't overhear.\n\n\" Sir, I believe it would be beneficial for me to stay out of the spotlight this time around. \" he smiled sheepishly. \" They will focus all their attention on pleasing you, leaving me free to search around a little bit. I will search the area for active psyker emanations and the taint of chaos with my more subtle senses while we conduct an 'inspection' of something or another. When I have finished we should also question the executives. Whatever's going on, I believe there is someone in power facilitating this spread of noxious rot. If they are completely forthcoming I might want to look at a few personnel records as well...notification of vacations and leaves of absence and the like. \" he continued to think aloud as he ran a hand over his bald head. \" To be brutally honest, I don't really know that we'll know what we're looking for until we see it or feel it. The taint is coming from the Garrison Corporation, or at least its a part of it. We just don't know how thoroughly the contagion has spread itself. \" he frowned. \" And I suppose it is pointless to mention that we may be walking into a trap... \""
},
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"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Investigating Empirica, Outside the Parliment Building \n\nThe Inquisitor listens intently to Demetrius, nodding at several points. His only other response is to the part about traps. \"It seems unlikely that they would attack us openly, considering they're previous tactics... but you can assume nothing when dealing with chaos. We must both be on our gaurd.\" \nAfter about 20 minutes of driving, Mr. Wickar parks in front of a massive skyscraper. The building is made of dark metal and glass, easily 80 stories high. It's the tallest one in the area.\n \"Garrison HQ, Sirs,\" Mr. Wickar says."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius Sextus \n\nDemetrius got out of the car first, his gaze travelling upwards trying to spot the top of the building in front of him. It didn't even hold a candle to one of the massive hive cities on other planets he'd been to but on this planet it was a very impressive size, showing off Garrison's wealth and power. Its black, reflective surface gave it a sense of intimidation and forboding.\n\n\" Thank you, Mr. Wickar. Please pull the car around, I'll call you if we need to be picked up. \" he said as he waited for the Inquisitor to join him on the sidewalk. He took a respectful, subordinate position to his Lord's back right as they approached the doors."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Garrison HQ \n\nAll the surfaces in the lobby are mottled grey and black, extremely well varnished. There are a few people sitting in chairs attached to the walls. The room is dominated by a large counter, behind which sits a dark skinned man in a black suit. The Inquisitor walks up to him slowly, surveying the room. He puts his hands on the counter and leans towards the man, speaking firmly but not loudly.\n \"I am the Imperial Inquisitor Cyrus Auriga. This is my aide, Demetrius.\" He waves a hand behind him. \"We are here to conduct an investigation into the Garrison Corporation and attempt to trace a specific weapon. I believe you were contacted earlier today by the Governor's office to let you know of this?\" \nThe secretary shrinks back. He starts to pick up the phone, seems the think better of it, and then gets up.\n \"Just a minute, sir,\" he says, and walks quickly out of the room through a side door, glancing back over his shoulder."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\nThe psyker used the opportunity the Inquisitor had created to briefly scan his surroundings with his psychic senses, sweeping the building for as far out as he could for any psyker emanations or signs of chaos. He'd narrow it down later, but first he wanted to get a taste of how the entire building felt as a whole. If anything jumped out at him he'd look more closely but for now he would do a wide sweep.\n\nPsychic Sense: 1d20+17=32 "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Garrison HQ \n \n Spoiler \nYou get a faint feeling of something malignant far, far above you.\n "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\nWhile the man from the desk was gone, Demetrius approached the Inquisitor with his hands thread through the sleeves of his robes, giving him a monk-like demeanor if it wasn't for the tension that sang through his shoulders. He stopped within several inches of the Inquisitor's back right so that he wouldn't be overheard.\n\n\" Something...malignant...far above us. We should be careful and prepare for the worst. \" he said in a voice only loud enough for the Inquisitor to hear, then tugged the hood of his robe a bit farther down to obscure his face. He felt the secure weight of his bolter at his back, giving him a hunchbacked look, and hoped they didn't have weapon detectors or weren't stupid enough to attempt to deprive him of it."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Hotel Hallridia \n\nThe Inquisitor gave a small nod in response to Demetrius, brushing his hand along where his cloak concealed his own weapons. The man from the front desk returned to the room, carrying a small key card.\n \"Sir, you are free to investigate the premises. This key will get you wherever you need to go. Do you need a guide?\" \n \"...No, I don't think we'll need a guide,\" the Inquisitor said. \"There are maps of the premises available, are there not?\" \n \"Certainly, Sir.\" The man takes a small device from behind the desk, which he opens, displaying a 3D map of the building. \"The office of the head of weapons sales is here.\" He points to a small room on the third floor. \"He should be able to help you identify the weapon.\" \n \n Spoiler \nI don't have an actual map... 80 floors is a lot. Frankly, even 5 important floors is a lot. Assume that you can find anywhere you want to go.\n "
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{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\n\" I want to see their personnel files on Delah and his coworkers first, find out who his immediate superior was. \" Demetrius said to the Inquisitor, since it seemed he was being let decide their course. Assuming the Inquisitor agrees, he headed to the elevator following a respectful distance behind.\n\nOnce inside he adds, \" But now that we're away from the man at the desk, I think it might be prudent to find out what that feeling I'm getting from high above us might be. Shall we head upwards while I attempt to pinpoint it? \" he smiled, then steepled his fingers in front of him while a look of deep concentration crossed his face.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nUsing Detect Psychic Presence , concentrating for all three rounds while the elevator moves upwards. He will call the elevator to stop when he feels they've reached the floor closest to whatever he's been feeling. If I could get a number and strength on any different auras he's feeling that would be cool unless you'd like to keep the blindfold over my eyes for drama purposes. Psychic check's an auto since it's level 0.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Garrison HQ \n\nThe Inquisitor set the elevator to go to the top floor, ready to stop it when indicated. As it rises, you feel the presence grow stronger, but you can't pinpoint it until almost at the 65th floor. As you pass from the 67th to the 68th, you feel the presence become horizontal to your position. It seems to be below the 68th floor, but above the 67th. At this point, you also are able to tell the strength of the auras. There are four auras, one dim and three moderate. With further concentration, you might be able to tell the type of the auras.\n \n Spoiler \nPsychic sense checks to determine school.\n "
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{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\n\" Between the sixty-seventh and sixty-eighth floors, Demetrius managed to say, though he still looked very deep in concentration. He was staring at the elevator door as if he was seeing through it. Really, he wasn't using his normal eyes, but his \"third eye\" to see beyond the physical realm and pinpoint the source of the infestation. \" Let me examine them for a moment before we go in guns blazing. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nPsychic Sense: 1d20+17=31 \n 1d20+17=29 \n 1d20+17=23 \n 1d20+17=31 \n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nThe Auras are all Conjuration.\n "
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{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\n\" I'm reading four separate psychic auras...conjurations of some sort...maybe a summoning of some vile creature from the Warp. \" he spat the last part. \" Now I recommend going in all guns blazing, my Lord. he said as he began a complicated set of hand gestures to ready himself for the fight ahead, muttering under his breath. There is a flash of light and for a moment the Inquisitor gets the distinct impression that Demetrius was just encased in some kind of metal, as in he saw it for but a moment but then the psyker was returned to normal. It was like an after-image or a mirage, but definitely something had happened. \" Allow me to lead the way, my Lord. I have warded myself to take the brunt of the first assault should anything happen. \"\n\nDemetrius then lead the way out of the elevator.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUsing Steel-Flesh. Demetrius's base for a psychic check is 25, so he automatically succeeds.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Garrison HQ \n\nThe Inquisitor holds up a hand to stop Demetrius. \"Wait a second. Where are we actually going in? The 67th or the 68th?\" \n \n Spoiler \nSteel-Flesh gives you DR10/magic, right?\n "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n \n Spoiler \nDamage Reduction 10/+5 (DRP 5 weapon bypasses) and a Hardness of 5. So a total of 15 unless the weapon ignores hardness, too. It lasts 80 minutes or until it soaks a total of 120 points of damage when Demetrius uses it.\n \n\n\n\" Actually, I'm reading it between the floors so I suggest we open the doors a bit prematurely and see if we can't find a hidden floor. If not, we can always search sixty-seven, and then sixty-eight. \" Demetrius replied with a smile."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Garrison HQ \n\nThe Inquisitor trys to fiddle with the controls, attempting to stop the elevator manually between the 67th and 68th floors. After a few minutes of fruitless attempts, he gets a password input screen to show up.\n \"It's pretty heavily protected- I don't think I can get through.\" he says.\n \n Spoiler \nAch, I feel like such a hypocrite now, not posting for three days right after telling you guys you need to post more.😩 ☹️\n "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\n\" Allow me to attempt it, my Lord. \" Demetrius said humbly, while rolling up his sleeves. He brushed Father, his floating med-skull which had been here the entire time (😩 ) away as it seemed curious of what he was attempting. Then, he removed his palm terminal from his robes and connected it to the elevator terminal. As numbers began to scroll down the screen he alternated between typing on the elevator terminal and his personal interface device.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttempting to hack the door, using Computer Use skill along with whatever bonuses I might receive for using the palm terminal? Here's the roll:\n 1d20+10=29 \n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nUnfortunately, you cannot defeat the security, Demetrius. Also, technically, the palm terminal isn't supposed to provide a bonus- however, I included a +2, since you'd a least be more familiar with your own hardware. It wasn't enough to let you break the system, though.\n "
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{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\n\" Hm...most distressing... \" the psyker mused to himself as he put away his equipment and left the elevator panel alone. He stroked his thumb over his bare chin for a moment as if in deep thought, then laid his palms against the door. \" Well, I suppose with my having armored myself already it wouldn't hurt to perform another minor pull with the Warp. They most likely know we're here anyway. Just a moment, my Lord. \" he said as he slowly spread the fingers of his hands on the smooth surface, then brought them swiftly together in a clap while mumbling something under his breath. When he opened his hands, he expected the door to part before him.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUsing \"Knock\". It says it works on electronically locked doors as well. If it doesn't work, then we have a third option, but it would make Demetrius look rather foolish. Once again, he's got enough on the base Psychic Check to pass it automatically.\n "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\n\" Ah, well that is unfortunate. Seems we're still moving past our desired designation, My Lord. No matter. Just give me a...moment... \" he says, bending over to see through the opening whenever they passed the floor they desired to be on, trying to get a read of roughly what lay beyond. He was ducking and juking his head with the movement of the elevator rather calmly as he kept taking them up and then back down, up and then back down, until finally he stopped them once again. \" I believe that will suffice. Excuse me, Inquisitor, but if you wouldn't mind drawing a little closer? We need to occupy a rather small space so that I may take you with me. \" Demetrius said, alluding to something vaguely.\n\n\" I'm sorry, Sir, but if you would please close your eyes? This is not something I myself would look upon ever again if I had the choice, even if for but a fraction of a second. I must endure it, but for your own sanity and piety, please, spare yourself. \" he smiled sadly. If and when the Inquisitor had done as requested, Demetrius set to concentrating again, mumbling something under his breath and making some sort of sign or gesture with his hands. The world around them seemed to shift and bend suddenly, producing a sense of vertigo, and if the Inquisitor had not heeded Demetrius's warning, he would get a small glimpse of the horrors of the Warp as they actually entered it for but a moment. There was a tearing sound, a crack of displaced air, and they would find themselves just outside the elevator on the floor between the floors they had been trying to get to all this time.\n\nDemetrius shivered and brushed off a layer of frost that had collected on his robes, the white particles falling like a miniature snow storm to the ground at his feet as he removed his bolter from the \"hump\" on his back and straightened up. \" Well...that was unpleasant. \" he gave an involuntary shiver. \" Remind me to thank whoever constructed that damn elevator for making it so insufferably complicated to get around its security mechanism. \" he deadpanned.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUsing \"Warp Jump\" to take the Inquisitor and himself to the desired floor between the floors, bypassing the elevator entirely. Auto on the Psychic Sense check.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Garrison HQ \n\nAs the elevator passes, Demtrius can catch fleeting glimses of a long, dark hallway, panelled in what looks like sheet metal.\n \"I am no stranger to the Warp, Demetrius. I have a some limited psychic ability.\" says the Inquisitor \"However, I have no desire to see more of it.\" he finishes, closing his eyes. After arriving in the corridor, the Inquisitor shakes off the frost, and then looks around. The hall is indeed plated in sheet metal. It is about 20ft long, and at the end is a heavy-looking metal door. There are no other doors. The only light is a dim ceiling bulb halfway along the corridor. The door to the elevator shaft is still open, and the shaft extends downwards as far as you can see. Above is the bottom of the elevator, currently resting at the 68th floor."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\n\" I apologize if my meaning was not clear, My Lord. I did not intend to say anything about your experience in such matters, but more that no one, no matter how knowledgeable, should look upon such things if they have the choice. I myself would shut my eyes if I could, but in order to perform such feats I must stare into the heart of the Warp itself. Emperor save me...I fear that every time I use the damnable powers of mine I am dragged further and further down the road of madness. It horrifies me more than you could ever know that some day I might lose my hard won control and fall victim to the ruinous powers. \" Demetrius shivered, his hands flexing on the reassuring stock of his consecrated bolter, a weapon normally reserved only for space marines that lay strangely in the hands of a mere psyker.\n\nPerhaps he drew strength from something as mundane as a physical weapon, something forged to fight the forces of Chaos, a connection to his Holy Emperor he could hold to when everything seemed to spin out of control. It was almost childish, yet he gripped the weapon to gain a sense of security, like a child with a stuffed animal or a favorite blanket. His eyes seemed to harden as he continued on down the hall. \" I'm afraid I don't have another trick such as my last one prepared, so these doors may become a problem. Perhaps we can dispense with the subtlety and simple use the direct approach if they prove to be as stubborn as the elevator? \" he smirked, hefting his weapon for emphasis."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Garrison HQ \n\nAs you approach the door, you begin to hear strange noises, murmurs just too soft to be disernable. The hallway seems to lengthen even as you walk it, and the noise grow louder. Soon, you realize they are not true sound, but ghosts heard only in your head. When you finaly reach the door, there is a sudden bang, and a loud, but real yell from the other side. The murmurs stop immediately. The door itself is heavy metal, possibly plasteel. There is no knob, but a wheel crank extrudes from it. The air grows cold. The Inquisitor draws his bolt pistols."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\n\" My Lord, pardon my insolence, but could you get the door? \" Demetrius asked with a shrug. Someone had to work the crank and Demetrius was a rather frail fellow. Besides, he had the biggest gun trained on the door."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Garrison HQ \n\nThe Inquisitor moves up and puts his hands on the crank. He jerks them off again immediately, with a small exclamation. \"By the Emperor, it's cold...\" He takes part of his cloak in each hand and uses it to insulte his hands as he turns the crank. After a few turns, the door swings open. Beyond, it's very dark. The small amount of light from the hallway shows the same metal floor extends into the room, but you can't see much else."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\nThe psyker removed a flashlight from underneath his robes and pointed the device towards the ground before turning it on. Quickly removing something else from wherever he kept these things, duct tape this time, he secured the light to the end of his bolter so that he wouldn't have to hold it awkwardly in case of a firefight. Then, carefully, he swept the powerful beam up into the room after the Inquisitor had come back over and was able to back him up with his bolt pistols. Assuming nothing could be seen right away, Demetrius led the way into the dark room, his bolter and attached light moving from left to right, floor to ceiling."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Garrison HQ \n\nAs soon as Demetrius clicks on his flashlight, there is the sudden crack of a gun. A sudden pain wells up in his shoulder, and blood starts to well up and soak into his cloak. (7 dmg) \nAn inhuman roar reverberates throughout the corridor, and then a misshapen, flesh coloured blob comes bursting out of the dark. Twisted legs are barely disernable from strangely joined arms, all ending in long white claws. A single eye half hidden by folds of skin hangs over a gaping maw. The creature attacks Inquisitor Auriga, biting him on the arm.\n\n{Roll Initiative!}"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n Steel Skin: 113/120\nDefense: 17\nHP: 53/53 \n\nRather than a spray of blood being produced from his wound, all that occurred from Demetrius's direction was the sound of metal striking metal and a few sparks as the bullet encountered the psyker's strange armor. He staggered a bit from the impact as the creature bounded out of the room to attack the Inquisitor. In response, he leveled his bolt gun at the thing, trusting his armor to keep him safe from random gunfire, and depressed the trigger. The boltgun roared to life, sending an explosive shell rocketing towards the creature. Hopefully, the bolt would penetrate the creature's hide and explode, devastating it's innards. If not, he'd switch to more psyker goodness.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack: 1d20+4=15 \nDamage: 2d10=19 \n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Garrison HQ\nRound 1 \n\nMap\n \n \n Spoiler \nBefore we continue, I need an intiative roll. Also, sorry for the delay on the map. I've only put ten feet of darkness on the map. There may be more to the room, but you wouldn't be able to tell, so that's all that's on the map.\n "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "Init: 1d20+1=15 "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Garrison Corporation\nRound 1, Concluded \n\nDemetrius acts quickly, firing at the creature just as it bites the inquisitor. Unfortunately, the bolt veers off strangely at the last second, missing the creature entirely.\nInquisitor Auriga drops his bolt pistols, drawing a long, serated knife from a sheath on his leg, and stabs at the creature in the side of what might be it's head. The blade touches the creature, but it barely penetrates the skin.\nAnother shot rings out of the dark, but it misses, leaving a small dent in the wall behind Demetrius.\n\n It is now Demetrius's turn. "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n Steel Skin: 113/120\nDefense: 17\nHP: 53/53 \n\nAnother roar filled the hallway as Demetrius tried a second time to shoot the creature. He had to verify some theories he was quickly calculating inside his head.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack: 1d20+4=18 \nAction Point Roll: 1d6=5 \nTotal Attack: 23 \nDamage: 2d10=9 \n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Garrison HQ\nRound 2 \n\nDemetrius's shot is better aimed this time, and though it veers off at the end, it's close enough that it still hits the creature. The bolt doesn't penetrate the skin, but the small explosion causes some damage, leaving one side of the creature burned and bleeding.\nThe Inquisitor stabs at the creature twice more, but each time the knife is turned aside at the last second. Then the creature attempts to tackle the inquisitor, throwing it's arms out to wrap around him. Auriga is ready, though, and brings the creature's weight around, slamming it into the wall and driving his knife into it's throat. The creature tries to scream, but can't.\nA third shot comes out of the dark, but it again misses Demetrius.\n\n[The map is still the same, so I'm not going to repost it.]\n It is now Demetrius's turn. "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Demetrius \n\n\" My friend, I believe I've had just about enough of you. \" Demetrius said as he lifted his boltgun and his eyes flashed purplish-white with Warp energy. He called upon his powers yet again to imbue his bullets with psychic energy. Mundane weapons didn't seem to work on daemonic entities such as the one they were engaged in combat with, but the bolts in his holy weapon were no longer anything close to normal. The barrel of his bolter trailed warp energy as he lifted it to bear on the creature and chanted under his breath.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUsing the Psybolts psychic power. Psybolts add an extra 1d10 of fire damage and ignore daemonic hardness. Auto-succeed on the psychic check.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": "{You need to make an attack roll.}"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "(No attack this round. Using psybolts takes up my action.)"
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Garrison HQ\nRound 3 \n\n{Oh, right. Sorry about that.}\nThe Inquisitor twists the knife in the creature's throat, causing even more damage, then wrenches it out. He tries to stab it again, but the creature turns the knife aside with a misshapen hand and bites him on the shoulder. The Inquisitor grunts in pain.\nAnother shot from the darkness doesn't even reach the hallway, hitting the wall of the room.\n\n It is now Demetrius's turn. "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "easy-to-watch char sheets.\n\n Matthew D'Malek \n Augustus Andronicus NPC for now.\n Sling Spears NPC for now.\n Thyria \n Wisp \n\nnow that i've set that up lets get on with the story.\n\n \n...i will send you to the plane of heran, search for the one called terenis, he will guide you further... \nand with these words, the world around you crumbled, and you appeared in sitro, the capitol of heran.\n\nthe capitol was not to impressive in your eyes, mid-level housing was all over seemingly in no order, with a glimps you have from your position you can notice a tavern, a few houses, some market tents, and a big structure guarded by man in yellow robes, seems to be a center of power.\nthe enviorment around you was also quite poor, desert sand as floor and a few plants, all seems very dull and unimpressive save a single little plant that has purple leafs and is guarded by one of the men in yellow robe, he looks at you and the closing portal without much thought. planeswalking must be common thing around here..\n\nfeel free to roam around and attempt to gather info in any way you think is best."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "Wisp looks around and takes in the surrounds, before silently putting her mask to her face and swinging around to look at the yellow robed guard, her garb of the day shifting into a yellow robe, while making no attempt to change identities.\n\nShe smiles, and holds the half-mask slightly cocked to the side as she looks at the guard.\n\n \"Well, where are we?\" she asks, a little too cheerfully."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"another miss-direction planeswalking?\"\nsais the guard, seemingly unhappy.\n\"getting quite common our days actually.\nthis is sitro, capitol of heran, city of the prophet, bless by the light of Lord Famret.\nactually you went up right before the palace.\" he said while nodding to the large structure."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria , standing unmoving, straight and broad-shouldered, has a stunned expression on her face for a second before she regains her composure. Squinting at the sun she quickly pulls her hood over her head so far that her horns are covered and gathers her cloak around to hide the spikes adorning her armor and tries to appear smaller than she really is in an attempt to look less dangerous.\n\nShe peeks suspiciously at the three lighter humanoids next to her who have been seemingly tranported as well: the dark skinned elf, the strange small man with pointy ears and the human.\n\nHearing the brief exchange between the woman - apparently her fourth companion - and the guard, she hisses under her breath, so that only the three men next to her can hear her \" No word to the natives about what happened, we must speak first \".\n\nQuickly she makes a few steps in the direction of the guard saying, \" Well, hello good man. Let's say you are right and we are lost, where can we find a person or a place with books & scrolls that can guide us to some person who might help us along? \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "the guard, seemingly stunned by thyira's figure of speech says in return \"well. if i knew who you want to find i could direct you to him. in any way, if you are looking for some item to buy it will probably be in one of the market stands or off this plane.\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Smiling at the guard Thyria continues, \"Ah, you're so very helpful, even though standing on hard duty under the hot sun. Forgive my ignorance, what is it exactly you are guarding here, must be something of value on this plane?\" \n\nAfter giving the guard the opportunity to answer, she continues seemingly unsure.\n\n \"Hmm.. you said you can help, good thing my parents did travel a lot on the planes and you hear a name or two here and there. So, what names do I associate with Heran?\" she pauses briefly, tipping her nose with a finger \"We are in Heran, right? See, I don't know these persons personally but maybe you know something about a... Kalayda? Terenis ? Guskor?\" "
},
{
"author": "Chaos Perfected",
"message": " Augustus grabbed his chest as he appeared, his eyes darting to and fro from all the strangers gathered here. You see, long had he been under the belief that his land mass of Vasanr was the only place that existed and there was nothing beyond the great blue, not that they could go on it, and certainly no other planes of existence. It seems he was wrong.\n\n \"What in Gaims name..\" He silently whispered to himself, backing away from the chatting humans. Humans were barbaric people, how were they talking? Perhaps things were different on other planes.. Was that an elf? He eyed the Drow unknowingly and then returned his attention to the conversation at hand. He would test the mettle of his companions at a later time.\n\nHis grip on his sword and chest loosened. The city was vast, he had not been in a large city all his life. He shook his head, human rulers that would not try to kill him on sight.. this would be an interesting adventure. But he had to return.\n \n\"We must contact who brought us here, I must return to my home.\" The halfling whispered to Thyria. \"You seem to have some knowledge of these things...\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"Terenis...\" he says \"sound familiar but i cant quite put my finger on it\"\n\"anyway. the important people of this plane are Lord Famret and the prophet, the rest are pretty common people.\"\n\"and for the plant, we use it essence to create planar portals, its quite rare around here so we always keep guards on it.\"\n\"never heard about kalayda andguskor due\" he added with a board voice.\nhe looks at some sort of amulet and says \"well, my shift is over\" then he leave, quickly to be replaced by another man in a yellow robe."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n(( OOC:this happens only if no one else wants to iteract with the guard.\nbtw, if you feel spammed by my posts I'll limit myself ))\n \nWhen the guard turns around Thyria tugs Augustus' by the sleeve of his shirt and pulls him out of the guards (and any local citizens who might be around) earshot.\n\n\" Yeah I wish we could, I'd love to talk to our abductor in private. He certainly doesn't stick to the appropiate way of business proposals. \" Her orange eyes with small black pupils take his measure, looking up and down the small humanoid wonderingly. \" Are you one of the fabled small races, like the kobolds? Or did the planar travel shrink you by half? I heard there might be dangers. You know, you can't be more than 3 feet high! \"\n\n\" Anyway, all I know is that we seem to be on an other plane, this Teneris fellow is the only hint we have. And that someone didn't care to talk payment before sending us here. That bloody plant over there could be of some help as well. So what do you know about what's going on? \" this last sentences are directed as well to Augustus as to any other of her companions who cares to listen."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nOOG:\nno need for yourself to restrain posting, if i want to wait for others to respond i'll jest hult the game until they do. but in this part its unimportant.\n \n\n\nwell...this naturally calls for others to respond."
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Sling Spears: \n\n The short drow shudders as he is teleported once more to the world of light. His hands quickly move to his hood and he draws it around his face, cloaking it in shadows. He examines the others while he fingers his kukri. He ignores the initial contact with the guards; instead, he muses to himself in his native language of Undercommon. \"Hmmm... I have never been contacted by a god before. However, if I was to be contacted by one, I would think it would be Shar. Do any of you feel that this is odd?\" He waits a few seconds for anyone to respond before he realizes that noone else can understand him. \"Bah. Infidels. It appears once more I find myself among th uncultured speaking in primitive babble.\" He frowns a bit before switching over to the common tongue. \"I asked if any of you had ever been contacted by a god you'd never heard of before. A god who failed to mention his name. It seems we may be footmen in their cosmic war. I will be blunt for just a moment. I don't trust any of you yet, and I don't trust the nameless elder. I will however, search for Teneris.\" He folds his arms and looks at the new guard.\n\nHe quietly walks up to the new guard and looks at him. \"Greetings, friend . I have a little question which your previous officer couldn't help me out with. I would appreciate it if you could help me out, and I would just hate for anything untoward to happen to you. Do you perhaps know Teneris?\" \n\nOOC: I like to color code languages, so when Sling speaks, it will be: Common , Undercommon , Elven , and Abyssal .\n Intimidate: - (1d20+2)[ 17 ] \n Gather Information: - (1d20+2)[ 16 ] "
},
{
"author": "Chaos Perfected",
"message": " \"Though a Kobold may be a worthy companion, I am a Halfling, good lady. And what are you, may I ask? You are similar to the barbaric humans.. and yet different.\" Augustus responded, \"Perhaps I should introduce myself. I am Augustus Andronicus, leader of the Daystars. Who are yo-\" He began to address his question to the group, but frowned as the Drow wandered off and spoke in low tones to the new guard."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "oog:\nquite disappointed the rest didnt post yet, ho well. they will catch up...\n\nig:\nthe guard looks at sling and says \"a drow huh? not quite the common thing around here, we`ll keep an eye on you, but i have never heard on that teneris.\"\nafter a little thought he adds \"i bet you can ask the prophet. if anyway knows it will be him.\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "When the drow passes by talking about gods, Thyria quitely replies without interrupting him \" I don't need no gods and I'm no ones footman \". She eyes the drow suspiciously as he moves on.\n\nTurning towards the halfling she straightens up proudly. \" I'm a tiefling, in the common language 'those from the deep planes', call me Thyria and skip the lady. I'm a ... sailor, battleproof and waterproof, not some noble squirt. \"\n\nShe turns back and listens to the inquiry. As soon as Sling Spears is done a small grin appears on her lips. \" It seems we team up, at least util we find Teneris ... not that I would trust a drow, yet \" \n Spoiler \nOOC: about the origin of the word tiefling see this wikipedia article \n "
},
{
"author": "Chaos Perfected",
"message": " \"A drow and a tiefling, eh? Never heard of them. For a minute I thought he was one of those legendary elves.\" Augustus said with a slight chuckle. Then he looked over hard at Thyria. \"I meant no disrepect, Thyria. Women have fought and died at my side in the trenches just as much as anyone.\" \n \"It seems we have a trust issue. This is going to be a problem, and one I don't need. I need to be able to trust each of you at my side so that we can quickly return to our homes. So lets just put all of this i'm a distressed loner who doesn't trust anyone attitude behind us, shall we? We're all doing this for the same reason, and I do not want to be trapped on an unfamilliar plane of reality.\" The little halfling said, stepping among the group as he talked and finally walking to the front of them.\n \n\"Now.. tell us, fair guard, where might we be able to find this Prophet?\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"A dark elf, a Tiefling, a Halfling, and a human. While I could have picked more interesting creatures to travel with, I doubt that really matters right now.\" Matthew says from behind the group. \"What matters now is two things. One, who is this Terenis, and who are all of you? I am Matthew D'Malek, a Telepath from Sigil.\" As the drow voices his distrust, Matthew turns to him \"Dont worry Drow, The fealing is mutual. I wouldn't trust a female drow, let alone their male servents.\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Like I already told Augustus \", Thyria nods in the direction of the halfling who walks away towards the guard, \" I am Thyria, sailor from Arguntum, the largest city in the Great Empire of Gesis \"\n\nGesturing towards the dark elf she says, \" Our friend over there has a valid point, I have to admit that. Whoever sent us here could be this Tarzif guy himself, let's keep that in mind. Anyway, in the end it doesn't matter. My plan is to get my hands on the orb and then I'll have - I mean we'll have - an extremely valuable token for negotiations. I suggest that we should all work towards these ends. \" She looks in the direction of Augustus, \" Hear that Augustus? You'll be able to trade it for a passage home \", returning her gaze to Matthew she adds \" I know nothing about Terenis, except it's our only clue so far \"\n\nWhile she takes on a more relaxed stance, waiting for the guards reply, she asks Matthew \" What is a Telepath? \". \n Spoiler \nOOG:the world of Gesis has no psionic adventurers. Maybe mind flayers would qualify but they are creatures from the very deep, even less known than the drow. Even if some telepaths came through the newly created gates in the last years that knowledge is limited to scholars and nobility. Mind reading itself is known because there are spells and rare artifacts for that.\n "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((As a side note, I realised male and female humans have different base heights, and rerolled height and weight.))\n\nAs she heard the words, Wisp swung around to look at Matthew, swinging the mask across her face again and shifting into the very visage of Sling, only distinguishable by the fact that she was still holding her signature mask.\n\nBut with a quick flick of the hand, it too vanished.\n\n \"And pray tell, Matthew, what is wrong with a drow?\" asked \"Sling\", sounding almost exactly like 'his' real counterpart.\n\n Disguise - (1d20+22)[ 40 ] "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"What is wrong with a drow? You mean besides the fact that your race operates on more dark and evil secrets than the tieflings? Besides the fact that your race is a corruption of elves that was never meant to happen? Or that you are the most untrusted humanoid on Sigil, hub of the worlds? In your very veins flows deceit and trechery. When Thyria asks about his profession, Matthias answers \"I am a Psion who specializes in contact and control of the mind of others. We can read minds, communicate telepathically, turn a monster into our best friend, or make it our slave for life.\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Looking amazed at the supposed shapeshifter Thyria exclaims, \" Wow, you're a wonder! I think I know illusionists and this was soo natural - who are you, really? \"\n\nThen realization strikes her at what Matthew (Matthias?) just said and she takes a step back involuntarily, interrupting her talking to Wisp. \" Just to spare you the effort finding it out, if I ever learn that you messed with my mind in any way, you will not like my personality at all... yes, your abilities are very powerful and welcome. And frankly, there are tons of races that operate on more dark and evil secrets than the tieflings, I don't doubt that there are more evil humans in the multiverse than evil tieflings \"\n\nShe turns back to the human female/drow man, \" Sorry, I was distracted for a second. So, who are you? I'd go so far to say that you have a sort of magnetic personality, are you a Psion like Mat here? I'm not inclined to trust strangers at all, but you have this likeable look all about you. \"\n\nEDIT: ok, removing that part\n (( OOC: just re-read last few posts and noticed that we look for teRENis while the guard was asked for teNERis. I think I misspelled myself in some of the posts above. If this has no game relevant importance, I'll delete this part of the post.\nbtw, I don't roll height and weight. Within what's given on the tables I try to find the best values that fit STR,CON and class/profession of the char. ))\n\nLooking between the two drows and trying to find a difference she says, \" By the way, wasn't that Terenis - not Teneris - we are looking for? \" And louder towards the guard in a sweet voice: \" Pray tell, good guard, does your distinguished knowledge of persons include a Terenis? \" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((OOC: i slip by things that your intention was clear, i wont kill you for misspelling.))\n\n\"no, i've got nothing.\" say the guard, clearly unwilling to talk."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Well, this nice little man \" pointing at Augustus \" asked politely how we can get in touch with the prophet. I bet you've got something on that, don't you? \""
},
{
"author": "Chaos Perfected",
"message": " \"My friend..\" Augustus began, looking at the guard. \"You mentioned the Prophet, how could you not know of his location? Its only a simple thing to tell us.. and i'd like to move on from this place as soon as possible.\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"well, actually...he has not come out of his room for quite some time, but if you want to try your luck you should lok for the temple of the six by the northen gate\" he says, pointing to the direction."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Ok, let's go to the temple. On the the way there is plenty of time to finish introducing ourselves \", she looks at those who didn't tell their names yet \" if we're lucky we'll find a tavern or two on the way. I'd love to get a cool beer and some answers from the common folk \".\n\nThyria is trying to identify a tavern or two in the direction of the temple while she moves on.\n\n OOC: \nknowledge local (1d20+4)[ 7 ](11) \nspot (1d20+4)[ 15 ](19) \nsearch (1d20+7)[ 17 ](24) "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "i will wait to see if anyone is not willing to go?\nif you wont respond for long i will take it is a no."
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Sling: \n\n Sling glares evilly as Matthew mentions the drow females. He speaks in a low and evil voice. \"Then it is a good thing you are not dealing with a servent foolish one.\" He looks at Wisp intrigued as she assumes his form. Then looks as Matthew bashes his society. He quickly offers his rebuttal. \"The drow society does function on those secrets, yes, but can you say that your human society doesn't? I have spent time in human lands, and yet you profess that your race of ignorant barbarians is better than mine own? I don't care what your history tells you. The elves are a corruption of the drow that was never meant to happen. You weren't alive then. There are more evil humans than there are anything. Your pathetic race breeds faster than goblins and kobolds.\" He turns his attention from Matthew to Thyria. \"Lead on water demonchild.\" "
},
{
"author": "Chaos Perfected",
"message": " \"I havn't had a nice one in a long time.. all the best bars are in the capital of Thermopolye. The Den is alright but its not exactly what you'd call beer.\" Augustus said to no one really, remembering the cobbled together mixes they made. He hoped his troops and Zion were okay. He had trained them well.\n\nAugustus shot a glare over at Matthew and Sling, \"Stop it, both of you. This is no time for bickering.\" He looked sternly at Matthew, \"In my world, i'd have killed a human on sight. Terrible creatures, barbaric, feral, and they live underground in these.. caves. They can't even speak the way we do, no more intelligent then animals. Remember that things won't be the same everywhere.. its a concept i'll have to get used to.\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " Your mind is your own. As long as you do not seek to work against me, you will find all I will do is to create a link between you and others. Attempt to harm me, however, and you will find that I have abilities other than just messing with your mind. "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " \"I never said that I would hurt you, only that your society is not as great as you seem to think it is.\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"I was not talking to you, drow filth. I was speaking to the demon-blooded girl.\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((OOG: even that we made nearly 0 plot advancement...this is quite a funny conversation...))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria droops her head and appearing genuinly hurt * she tells Augustus \" You are right, looks can be deceiving. When I gew up the oh so nice human kinds called me names like devil-gril, \" pointing at her horns \" horny-girl and \" you see a purple-violett tail that suddendly wriggeles itself from the folds of her cloak and that she catches with her left hand just under its hairy end \" ugly-tail \"\n\nShe draws a deep breath and continues \" Now I come to another world only to hear demon-blooded ** this and whatever ** that. I wished they would be more like you and just call me Thyria ... \"\n\nShe looks at the human and the drow over her shoulder (( so that Augustus cannot see her facial expressions )). There is a wicked gleam in her pale orange eyes and her teeth are bared half an inch, her voice sounds a little more icy than before and she continues \" ... so we can be friends \"\n\nShe turns back to Augustus smiling shyly \" May I treat you to a beer? \"\n\n OOC: \n * bluff check to appear like she might start crying: (1d20+6)[ 4 ](10) \n ** attempt to let her voice sound a bit like Matthew and Sling Spears"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((Heh. I just realised that Wisp has a disguise modifier as high as a doppelganger operating at full capacity))\n\nWisp's half-mask rematerialised in her hand, as 'he' sighed at the telepath's bigotry. She apparently had chosen to take on Sling's appearance and mannerisms for the time being, miming his actions expertly.\n\n \"It is sad that you would judge on appearance alone, D'Malek. While I have never had the pleasure of knowing the trade language of the underground, I have never allowed myself to judge on appearance alone. Appearance means nothing. Voice means nothing. All is mutable.\" \n\nShe passed the half-mask into her left hand, where it turned into a kukri, and allowed it to rest against her side.\n\n \"A shapeshifter, you say? I suppose you could call me that. To most, I am known as Wisp, yet I have many more names, and many less.\" "
},
{
"author": "Chaos Perfected",
"message": "(OOC: Don't make me smite evil, you guys are the worst party a Paladin could hope for. >>; Oh, i'll been leaving for two or three days, just drag me along for then.)\n\n \"No, no need, Thyria, its quite alright.\" Augustus said, moved by the womans tale. It didn't take much to sway this Paladins heart. He was even misting up a little, the old softly. Even if he had grown up with war, hate, and death his whole life.. he still understood her plight.\n\nHe puts his hand on her shoulder lightly, \"Come on, i'll treat you to one. Why don't you tell me more? Dwell on happier times.\" He said, smiling at her."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((OOG: am i really needed in this game?))\n\nyour bluff has failed, but not to a level to make them notice you try to bluff."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " \"Ah, young love. What a motley crew we are.\" commented Wisp, with a wry smile on 'his' face. \"Well, I'm off to cause havoc.\" 'he' said, with a flippant manner that no doubt would make Sling cringe.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Sense Motive - (1d20+6)[ 26 ] \n\n((EDIT: Looks like I've just clobbered Thyria's Bluff [EDIT: Twice ] times over... And managed a hunch to boot.))\n "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "While keeping an eye on Matthew and the drow just in case their verbal duel becomes more physical, Thyria talks to the other 'drow', \" Wisp, like in will-o'-the-wisp? Most fitting your mutable appearance. Say then Wisp, EDIT: before you take off to to pursue your hobbies , do you care to accompany us to get a drink and ask the locals a few things. If I could employ your help to find Terenis, I'd be grateful. As you know some people judge others by the looks, it's not always possible for a tiefling to get an honest answer ...now I guess that's not a problem for you \"\n\n\" Are you with us in the attempt to find those valuable orbs, to trade them for what we want most? Like our Augustus here, who wishes nothing else but returning home \"\n\nEDIT: \n Spoiler \n(( OOC: got ninja's by pingcode20 while writing this post. Therefore edited a bit, adding additional text in italics .\np.s. lucky natural 20 you 😉...\n\nEDIT2: right, boomwolf must decide how much you get with your sense motive:\n \n she sobs a little too theatrically, can't be that bad for her \n however, her childhood story sounds too natural to be false \n it indeed bothers her to be called names, as much as the talk about evil tieflings \n 'ugly-tail' is accompanied by a deadly gleam in her eyes, not a good idea to name her so \n she is not hurt, she is getting angry \n she is angry because she might indeed be an evil tiefling who doesn't want everyone to know \n she is not showing her anger to Augustus deliberatly, distracting from 'evil tiefling talk' \n currently she actually seems to like Augustus and his attitude for whatever reason \n 'horny-girl' seems to be thrown into the mix, with a trace of amusement \n \n "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nHeh. This is the second time we've ninja'd each other, Krelon. But yeah, there's no reason for Wisp to raise the issue right now anyways - it'll probably crop up a little later with a dropped hint, or something of the like.\n\nAnother trivia point - Wisp is the eldest of all the party, counting Sling's age in 'elf years'.\n \n\n\nWisp appeared to drift into a different speech pattern, making little attempt to speak with the persona of Sling, but it was unclear whether she was actually drifting into her real personality or not. \"Why not? The multiverse imploding doesn't sound too pleasant, nor does permanent enslavement.\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Nodding, Thyria quickens her pace.\n\n\" Let us start learning things \"\n\n(( OOG : am I guessing right, that no-one objects visiting a tavern and all sort of agreed to be looking for Terenis? Ok, Thyria will lead on if there is any tavern so we can start asking questions. If there is no tavern, she'll simply try street vendors and the market. If all fails, she'll just go straight for the temple of the six. )) \n Spoiler \nEDIT:[curious]how do you count elven years?[/curious]\n "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((OOG: i am not quite sure actually, but you can use the tables that are in one of the books, forgot what one.))\n\ni also assume you got no problems. (as i really want to get on with the game)\nyou see a tavern down the street, its so big its actually quite hard to miss.\nas you sit down around a table a waiter comes to you asking \"what can i get you?\" with slight fear in his voice as he sees sling and thyria. \"a drink will cost you a single gold each, and a meal will cost two.\""
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nOr is it Sling, Sling and Thyria?\n\nElf years? No idea, but I just subtracted maturity age and Wisp ends up older.\n \n\n\n\"Sling\" sits patiently, and mirrors the real Sling's actions and mannerisms, ordering exactly what he orders only slightly out of phase."
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Sling: \n\n Sling looks angrily at the waiter. \"I would indeed like to purchase a drink. However, I would prefer it at regular prices instead of these exorbitant ones. Although I doubt a servant such as yourself has any say in the price. I would like the best elven wine you have. Preferably a drow recipe and not one handed down to you by those coddled surface whelps.\" Sling glares at the waiter once more before flipping him a gold coin. He stops the waiter right before he is about to leave. \"Also, if there is anyone with any intelligence back there, it would suit you well to ask them about Terenis.\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " And the piece of filth wonders why others despise his race. Matthew mutters. Turning to the waiter, he stops him before he leaves Bring me something exotic to drink son. He says, slipping him 5 gold pieces And see if anyone knows a Terenis, would you? "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" A cool beer for my companion \" touchning Augustus' arm briefly \" and me. Say, do you have a lavatory or at least a latrine here? It was a long journey \"\n\nWhen the drinks arrive Thyria will toast the group and after a short while she will leave with her hood covering most of her face. In the private room she will take a few minutes to carefully adjust her hair and hide her horns using a piece of cloth to create a pirate-like headdress. With her hood drawn back, the cloak hiding her outfit she tries to appear human and less dangerous.\n\nOn the way back to the table she stops at the bar looking for a helpful bartender or another waiter and initiates small talk asking about Heran and things of interest, trying to find out more about the local king \" What kind of man is Lord Famret, this is your ruler, correct? \" at some point directing the talk towards the prophet \" Yeah, the prophet at the temple of the six, he is quite famous, isn't he? What can you tell me about him, what's his name for example? How can you get a prophecy from him, does he sell divinations? \" At last adding, \" Thank you, here.. \" taking out a gold coin \" Let me buy you a drink for your time. You know what? this place looks very propserous and with you being here a lot, maybe you happen to know a person who might help me on my journey, name is Terenis. Or maybe you know someone who can help me finding? \"\n\nShe repeats the questioning at the table of some talkative local patron and finally, she returns to the group.\n \n Spoiler \n OOC: \non the way to the bathroom (if there is any) she looks for and memorizes escape routes\nwalking among the patrons Thyria listens to the talks\nshe is trying to identify interesting persons in the tavern\nlisten (1d20+4)[ 8 ](12) spot (1d20+4)[ 1 ](5) search (1d20+7)[ 5 ](12) \n\nshe hides her tiefling features and uses diplomacy to sweet-talk the\nbartender: disguise (minor details+5,another race-2,bluff synergy+2) (1d20+8)[ 14 ](22) and diplomacy (1d20+1)[ 16 ](17) \nlocal patron: EDIT2 disguise (minor details+5,another race-2,bluff synergy+2) (1d20+8)[ 7 ](15) and diplomacy (1d20+1)[ 8 ](9) \n EDIT : if the bartender was the average indifferent he should become friendly now. 😁, I base my estimate on this skill description \nbtw, if the bartender is cute and friendly, she'll make a pass at him ( she is a bad girl after all ) and ask his working hours\n\n EDIT2 : checked the skill, you get only one disguise check per disguise.\n "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "LOSE GOLD:\n\nmatthew: 5 gold\nthyria: 3 gold (you, agustus and the commoner)\n\n\n\nthe waiter is soon to come after taking you money, givs wisp and sling their gold back saying \"nothing elven in here sir, would you like something else?\", and handing thyria and augustus cold beer.\nmatthew is given a color-shifting drink and the waiter says \"usually reserved to royals, but you pay high.\" when matthew tastes it he wonderusly finds out it takes the flavor of all his favorite tastes...\n\n\nthyria's info-hunt has come up with the following info: (rest are NOT to know it, you may look, but using the info is metagaming.)\n \n Spoiler \n\n-lord farmet is seems to be very loved, yet a few praise him with a little sarcastic voice.\n\n-terenis is NOT a human name, or elven, or any other common race for that matter.\n\n-the prophet has not come out for a week, yet he usually come out twice a day.\nhe usually his works for minimal fee, and provides rather clear answers. to get a prophecy you jest need to be waiting when he comes out, he answers a few people, before they even ask, and then leaves.\n\n-a few guards on the back are talking between themselves on the growing amount of gnoll raids lately.\n "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Before sitting down again Thyria pauses briefly marvelling at the sight of the drow twins. \" Yeah, we are perfectly screamingly outstanding \", she says eyeing them both, \" you should know, just in case you are thinking of some drow business here in town \".\n\nNow that she is back from the restroom she is looking more like a regular human girl, her tiefling features are disguised. The purple scarf that she had knotted around her right tight-high-boot before now functions as a headscarf that gives her the look of a corsair. \n Spoiler \n \n \n \n\nBack at the table, \" No luck finding Terenis, but I heard the prophet is a really good one, top class diviner. Might be that he is already waiting to give us a prophecy, he is rumored to know the answers even before people ask them - and he doesn't charge a lot either. \"\n\n\" Let's drink up and move to see the prophet if you don't mind. This tavern is a bit too expensive at the moment, being on a short hunting practice I didn't take all valuables with me \"\n\nShe waits to see if any of the group members want to do anything else in the tavern, if not then she drinks up and leaves. On the way out she pauses to say good-bye to the nice guy she was talking to previously. \" Thank you for the nice talk, hope to see you soon .\"\n\n(( OOC \n unless something happens, she'll lead on to the temple of the six\n\nin case the nice guy showed any interest before, she'll also ask him if he knows some nice places to spend the evening and if he suggests anything she will say, that she'll contact him later, asking where to find him ))"
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Matthew finishes his drink, and asks the waiter what it's called, then follows the tiefling out the door."
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Sling: \n\n Sling disrespectfully declines a drink. \"No. I would prefer to not partake of your inferior beverages at this time... thank you so much for offering.\" He watches his companions quietly as they drink. Almost every time he looks at Matthew, he fingers his kukri. As Thyria comes back and voices her plan to check out the prophet, Sling stands up. \"Very well... Thyria... I was beginning to tire of this inferior establishment. I do hope the prophet does not overprice his services as much as this place.\" Having said that, he follows the tiefling out the door."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((OOC: i did say my multiverse economy is a bit different from the books right? 10 gold might get you a MSW blade in some places...these prices are not outstanding high. jest a bit. food is the main outcome for the avarage man...))\n\nthe waiter says the drink is called \"Soul Seeker\".\n\ni assume you all follow your over-friendly demon chick....\n\nopon arrival to the temple you see its actually pretty small and with little decorations, two guards are standing in front of a simple, yet quite big (3M wide and tall), wooden door, with six statues standing in two rows on a platform, a quick look reveals the right row is 3 males and the left is 3 females. probably statues of the gods.\n\nsling only:\n \n Spoiler \n\nyou can see a small piece of metal is stuck from the other side of the door, as though as a sword is stuck in it. small and close to the edge its quite clear how people always missed it.\n \n\n\nsend me the char sheets to [email protected] so i can avoid problems with the site. they are buggy..."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "making a mental note to look for the drink if and when he ever gets back to Sigil, Matthew follows the others to the temple. Once there, he admires the door for roughly 1 second, and then walks up to a guard. I heard that there is a great prophet in this temple, and that he gives answers to the questions of others. Is this true? \n\nOOC: you want us to send the Character sheet to that E-mail?"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((OOC: yes, as the sites are buggy and often fall down when needed.))\n\nthe guard replies \"Its true, but you may not enter, he would have come out to you.\" then added in a low, worryed voice \"but...he hasn't come out in a long time.\""
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " Well then, dont you think someone should go in there and make sure he's alright? He could be dieing in there for all you know. Why dont you two guards go make sure he's ok? "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Sling: \n\n Sling glares at the guards as they deny him entrance. It seems like that's the only expression he knows: an angry, harsh glare. \"Yes, we had heard that he hadn't come out in a while. That does indeed lead to a few conclusions. Some of them not so good. Perhaps he is ill? Have you not sent anyone to see what is wrong?\" Sling moves gracefully past the guards and examines a random section of the door near its edge. He gently slides his hand over a small section of the door. \"Yes. I have some little skill prophesying, and I believe something terrible may have happened to your prophet.\" \n\nOOG: Bluff: - (1d20+4)[ 18 ] "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria looks very worried while saying, \" You better listen to him. You do know that drow are sensitive to darkness, death and disease, right? You can practically call it a racial feature \"\n\n\" Besides I heard the prophet didn't come out in a week. Doesn't he need fresh food and water at all? \"\n \n Spoiler \n\n OOG :\n hehe, over-friendly demon chick. Sofar we are only about 1 hour in game, why should she blow her cover this early? Opportunities will arrise, like for example Wisp has a hunch already. \n\nanyway, bluff to aid Sling : (1d20+6)[ 8 ](14) \nEDIT:yup, that should be enough (aid another is always DC10 I think) to give him a +2 circumstance bonus on his actions\n\nit looks like I can export my char sheet to XML only. If you want I could print it as PDF but it doesnt look very goood and the notes are not complete.\n "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "As the group heads to the temple, Wisp ducks into an alley and re-disguises herself as one of the guards she saw earlier, making a sort of composite face from the guards she had seen that hinted at being the guards but was just different enough that it was easy to dismiss it as a trick of the memory.\n\nFollowing the group from a ways back, and walking with a hurried, yet proud pace, she reached the temple a moment after the group.\n\n \"I must see the prophet at once! This is a matter of the utmost importance!\" 'he' announced, motioning for the guards to move aside.\n\n Disguise - (1d20+23)[ 31 ] \n Bluff - (1d20+10)[ 17 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "when hearing sling and tyria they say \"we put in a plate of food and a bucket of water every day\" yet they seem a little worried.\nwhen the \"guard\" (wisp) shows up they tell him \"you know the rules. no coming in.\""
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " \"Rules be damned, I have reason to believe that there may be an attempt on the Prophet's life in progress as we speak!\" exclaimed the 'guard', appearing as exasperated as possible.\n\n Bluff - (1d20+10)[ 28 ] \n[roll=Perform(Act)]1d20+10[/roll]"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((Stupid brackets. [roll0]))"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((ARGH! Perform - (1d20+10)[ 24 ] ))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "the guard looks at wisp the guard in horror, then he turns around and opens the door in an instant.\nwith a quick look yuo can see two rotting guard corpses, and a hole in the ground. the guard yells \"THE PROPHET! THE PROPHET WAS KIDNAPPED!\" and he runs to call for help. the second guard tell you all to get in and help him look for clues."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " I hate it when i'm right! Matthew runs in and starts looking everything over for clues\n\nsearch: (1d20+3)[ 19 ] "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Sling: \n\n Sling enters the room and gives a quick look at the doors. If a sword is lodged in the doors, he will pull it out. He next goes over to the deceased guards and begins examining them. The first area he examines is their belt, looking for coin purses. He then moves onto their wounds and examines those for a second.\n\nOOC: Search: - (1d20+8)[ 22 ] \nHere's one search check. Make as many more as you need to at +8."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\nSurprised by the fast development she is beaten by the quick thinking Sling to the guard corpses. Instead she examines the inside of the temple and the hole in the ground. When the first frantic search is over she takes a look at the dead guards, too.\n \n Spoiler \n\n OOC: \ndarkness is not a problem (darkvision)\nspot anything: (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \nif by any chance she notices at all, that Sling is stealing it depends on how much she sees...\nif there are only a few gold she will ignore it completely, if it looks like he found a gem or something like it, she will even create a small diversion for the rest of the group saying \"look what's this over there?\" at the right moment ((no, not out of goodness of the heart))\n\nsearch temple: (1d20+7)[ 23 ] \nsearch the guards afterwards: (1d20+7)[ 14 ] \nand examine their wounds (heal?): (1d20)[ 8 ] \n\nEDIT: right, nearly forgot to add that when searching she also tries to find out if there are some gnoll markings on the ground or the bodies (clawed feet, bite marks)\n "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "your searchs provides the following results:\n\nSling:\n \n Spoiler \n\n5 gold.\nclaw marks all over, a dagger suck with deadly accuracy, probably the killing blow, a beastly nail stuck in one of the body's. there are signs of extrema efficacy. one or more of the attackers is an expert killer.\nboth guards are armed with longswords.\n \n\n\nMatthew\n \n Spoiler \n\na dagger is stuck in the door, there is also blood trails near no body's, some leading to the hole.\nand a purple leaf, with a little scorch mark on it. and general scorch marks around it.\nboth guards are armed with longswords.\nyou can feel the traces of a destructive soul, not evil, but highly destructive.\n \n\n\nThyria:\n \n Spoiler \n\nthe hole leads to a tunnel shut with stones a few feet in. there is a little silver ring near the sealing, broken. there are heavy scorch marks on the sealing.\nthere is a broken chain hidden under a bed, attached in one side to the floor.\nseveral different marks on the body's, including claw marks, stab marks (and a dagger stuck in one of them) and blunt marks. some wounds are dry yet a few are very fresh, as if someone left them dying some time ago, and someone else that came later finished the job.\nboth guards are armed with longswords.\n "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Matthew pulls the dagger out of the door, and examines it closer.\n\nappraise (untrained): (1d20+3)[ 22 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "seems like it made a hole all the way to the other side. you wonder how nobody saw it.\n\nother then that, seems like an ordinary dagger, save the fact its all black."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria curses \" By the nine hells, it could have been so easy.. meet the prophet, say hello, get the prophecy, but no... he got his bloody a$$ kidnapped by some some bloody beasts \"\n\nWhile cursing she yanks at the chain to find out if it is connected to a trap door. Since she's already there she also searches the bed. At some point during her search she palms the small broken ring.\n\nTo the guard \" The prophet is a spellcaster, isn't he? Look there \" she touches the scorch marks at the ceiling and adds \" We must find out where this tunnel leads, you know this city, hurry outside and see if you find the other opening, could be hidden in a shack or abandoned building somewhere near. \"\n\n OOC: \nhow fresh are those fresher wounds, still wet?\nis there anything else in this temple (another room?) that could be searched\nsearching for traps (tunnel): (1d20+7)[ 11 ] "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Matthew puts the dagger in his belt. an extra weapon is always helpful, and he'd like to have it looked at by someone at some point. Then he walks over to the others So what all did you find? "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "the wonds are pretty fresh, mid wet.\n\nthe room is pretty empty. 4 beds and a few dozen plates of food, none of them eaten. most are rotting.\n\nthe search for traps in the tunnel shows none, but it DOES revel that the scorch marks on the sealing where made later on, in an attempt to destroy it.\nthe search on the bed revels nothing new.\n\nno other rooms, told you its quite small. the door covers almost an entire wall.\n\n((OOG: tip for the entire adventure, sometimes the little details matter."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "furrowing her brows Thyria continues the investigation...\n\nEDIT: She also asks the guard \" What is the prophet's name? What race is he? \"\n\nThyria kneels and checks the dead guards facial features and the size of their teeth.\n\n OOC: \nis that correct?\n- The ring is in the ceiling of the temple room\n- The scorch marks are in the ceiling of the tunnel\n- there is only this small room but there are 4 beds\n\nDo those beds look like simple guards beds?\n\nIs the ring wide enough to thread the chain hidden under the bed through it? So let's say if there was a cage hanging from the ceiling and the chain was running through the ring back again to the floor it would fit?\n\nwhen Tyria searches the floor just under the ring in the ceiling... are there marks on the stone floor exactly under the ring? Like something hit the floor hard or was dragged towards the tunnel?\n\nRemembering things: when people told us about the prophet, did they say he only leaves the temple during daylight, only briefly, always with guards?\n\nEDIT: do the \"older\" wounds look like they were healing (closing?).\nEDIT: Are those older wounds bite and claw while the newer are weapons?\n\nEDIT: when asking the race of the prophet, does the guard flinch?\n\nEDIT: between the corpses and the tunnel are there some marks in the dirt or on the floor that remind of drops hitting the floor? If there are such, are they red or clear like water, or maybe they are dry now but a smudge of salt is left where they fell down?"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "SO MANY EDITS!\n\nanyway:\n\nits a ring like the one you put on your finger...and its broken. sheesh.\n\nbeds are rather simple. you not poor. midclass stuff... and were you ever in a school trip? you know how 4 people get into one little room? yea... not alot other then beds.\n\nthe scorch marks are on the blocking itself.\n\nthe guard replys \"nobody knows his name, but i am sure he is human.\" with a sound of wondering in his voice.\n\nRemembering things: when people told us about the prophet, did they say he only leaves the temple during daylight, only briefly, always with guards?\ncorrect.\n\nolder wonds are all kinds, newer are clean cuts. and the older wounds were healing.\n\nthe guards are not vampires if that was your point."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " How long had the prophet been here? How old was he? "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Thyria lets the ring disappear in her pocket for later examination during a moment when the guard is not watching her.\n\n\" Are there guards with different access rights? Like some are not allowed to enter, some stay here with the prophet? Those two dead guys here, they are your colleagues, right? \"\n\n OOC: \nare there differences in clothing between the guards that were standing outside and those that were inside? Any similarities to the guards at the plant?\n\nmy point was to find out if the guards had some animal or feral features, not vampires, more like were-something"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"they are not really my colleagues, they are from a different group, and the prophet was here before me.\"\nwhen he said it, you notice the guards inside has the same armor and cape, but red instead on yellow."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\" I see... the red cloak. Is this a mark of a special unit? \" while speaking she examines the blocking again.\n\n\" Surely you have seen the prophet. Can you describe him? If we know what he looks like it will help finding him. \"\n\n EDIT: As soon as the guard doesn't pay attention to her she examines a spot near Matthew and whispers to him \" I have a hunch that something is not as it should be. These yellow cloaks don't have a clue. Soon more red cloaks and their boss will arrive, can you read their minds? \"\n\n OOC: \ndoes the blocking look old and the scorch marks fresh?\nmeaning: looks like someone tried to blast away the blocking\n\nor, does it look like the blast caused the blocking?"
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Matthew frowns, and then whispers back no, i'm afraid not. Not without them knowing that someone is attacking their mind anyway, and in that case they would hear my thoughts too. "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "Wisp looks around, deciding not to blow her cover and instead simply combing the area for clues.\n\n((Taking twenty to search as much as possible starting from the tunnel opening. Total search = 22))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "the guard says \"well, they got a different chain of command, but leading to Lord Farmet too in the end of it.\nas for the prophet, he is always with a hood on, so its hard to tell.\"\n\nthe scorch marks and the blocking were made about the same time no more then two days afar, hard to tell when, but the scorch marks seems to be an attempt to break it open.\n\na green guard runs in and says \"some of the towers reports seeing some gnools come out of a pit near the walls lately! might be related!\" then he leaves and says \"follow me!\"\n\nwisp:\nas these event happened in about a minute i cancel your \"take 20\", do you want to perform him anyway or change your action?"
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Sling: \n\n Sling remains silent as the others question the guards. He stares in disbelief as the green guard comes in. \"Do you mean to tell me that you actually let some gnolls tunnel under your walls? Honestly, is there any group of guards that isn't incompetent.\" Shaking his head in confusion, Sling follows the guard."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria wispers back to Matthew, \" Never mind. Tell me, if we can snatch a lone redcloak later, can you get the truth out of him? \"\n\nWhen the guards storms in and orders to leave she follows behind the rest. On the way to the tower she falls slightly behind, so noone can see what she is holding in her hand and examines the broken ring very closely.\n \nOOC: \n checking the ring for runes or letters inside and outside "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "the guard says \"i blame the politics, who is the idiot that allows WHITES to guard?\" he says the word \"whites\" like a curse. \"these idiots are as floaty as the clouds senviv, goddess of air if you don't know, makes.\" then he add in a rather low voice, like a loud thought \"and the shorain guys are too trigger happy! trust the follower of germo for such jobs!\"\n\n\nthyria: one rune are on the ring. you got no idea what it means. the breaking seem to be right on it."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" So each color \" looking at his green cloak \"means, you worship another god? Temple of the six means that there are guys of 6 colors in the city guard? What are those gods, what do they stand for? Are they all good or neutral? Which color corresponds to which god? \"\n\n OOC: \nThyria can read common, infernal, draconic and dwarven runes (those are the alphabets for the languages she speaks). Does she have only one part of the ring or both parts (if it broke in two)?\nIs it possible to fix the ring?"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((OOG: HAPPY NEW YEAR!\n\nat least if you are jewish like me...(actually i am only from birth, but heck i still do holidays!)\n\nanyway...))\n\nthe guard responds \"good and evil in nothing all that obvious with the gods, but we have:\nSenviv-goddess of air-white. (hate 'em...)\nGermo-god of earth-green. (the best of the best...)\nShorain-god of fire-red. (trigger-happy loonys...)\nTinia-goddess of water-blue. (lack own will...)\nKarasha-goddess of death-black. (spooky silent guys...)\nEldin-god of life-yellow. (the dominant, looks reasonable...)\"\n\n\nas for the ring:\ni know. you cant make and sense of that rune anyway.\nand its one part, broken in one place and a bit twisted.\nprobably fixable, but it might lose it's magic if any.\n\n\n so far only mf11 and krelond mailed me char sheets, MF-you missed the entire point! i want to have them offline...not a link... "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "OOC: my b man, how do you want the character sheet? I mean, its an e-mail, its kinda always an online version, isn't it?\n \n If I can get him alone, I can read the thoughts on the top of his head maybe. I was never the best at mind reading. I can do more like...mind connecting. "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((I'll just fake it then. Sorry, posting might be a bit scarce because it's coming up to exam week))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((OOG:the point is that from E-mail i can download it to my computer, so i dont need to rely on these buggy sites.))\n\nno further actions/questions?"
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "((no sir. You may call your next witness. lol.))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" What can you tell me about the Gnolls around this city and the raids lately? \"\n\n OOC \nexcept this optional question, please proceed to the tower"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "tower???\nwho said anything about tower? you are going to the pit...\n\n\nanyway...\n\n\"well...not a lot to know...they show up of nowhere, strike while killing all they can, and run away...from every direction possible, on all known towns.\nthen he adds\n\"but they DO use some unexpected high level tactics lately, suppressing even own military commandeers time to time...\"\n\nafter a bit of travel out of the walls the guard says \"here it is, thats where he said it is anyway.\" and you see a cave in there, you CAN walk in if you lower your heads. you also see a small trail of blood leading away from the city."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" Guards, you stay here. I'll check the pit, it might be a tunnel entrance - no lights, whoever sees in dark can go with me, the rest follows in a secure distance \" looking at Sling \" Do you come? \"\n\nShe adds silently, \" We must separate from the city guard, something strange is going on \"\n\nDrawing her weapons Thyria enters the pit."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((oog: can we PLEASE see a little more living game here? krelon is the only one saves me that seems to be posting on a regular basis. and i cant do a game with that.))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((oog:\nActually the guys post about once per day which is a good pace for PBM.\n\nWith no immediate deadlines at the university right now, I can afford to spend a lot more time on gaming than others do (pingcode wrote about exam week, chaos perfected was leaving for a few days, and soon I'll have less time as well).\n\nActually because I check this thread so often I do many of the obvious things like going into the tunnel before others have the chance to reply. The other guys may post less but they are higher quality (Wisp is a stroke of genius... never saw a bard before that was so cool; Augustus is the perfect tough yet soft hearted guy, who wants to believe in his companions; The tension between Sling and Matthew is grand and each of the chars is unique in its own way... I wished I had such a distinguishable and sound concept mayself)\n\n[joking]btw, boomwolf must be a psychic... the site with my charsheet is down since hours... I think he hacked it somehow to prove his point 😉 [/joking]))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "its the tenth time it went down this week actually...not a lot of psychic there...and i don't think i can hack it...\ni could make a hacker i know hack it...but it will take tooooooo much work...\n\nanyway...i will wait until the rest to show up and post...(and i think EVERYONE can check in twice a day, morning and evening.)\nstuff are going to get pretty important now...\n\n\nanyway...who got tests now!?!!? school is on for less then two weeks damn it! i got another week before my first test, and at least a week till the next one."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((Sorry about the lower activity - exams are occurring, so posting is going to be more or less sporadic. It'll pick back up within a week or so, I'll post as often as I can though.\n\nEDIT: My school does. The exams are earlier, though the major subjects are in November.))\n\n \"No, I'm going to come with you. If the prophet has been kidnapped, it's our duty to find him.\" allowing a slight waver into Sling's voice as the 'guard' followed Thyria into the tunnel, deciding not to draw any weapons, not knowing what weapons the actual guards were supposed to use.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Bluff - (1d20+10)[ 25 ] to transmit secret message: Hinting that this particular 'guard' is in fact Wisp.\n "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "(I can't check in on the thread in the mornings, I get up at 5:30 and barely make it to school on time as it is. I get home at 5:45-6PM due to CC. On most weekends, my posting will pick up. However, any day I have a CC meet (most saturdays, a couple thursdays, and 1 monday) my posting will drop even more. Sorry for having a life, but I cant post like Krelon, I dont have the time. I have at least 1 test/quiz EVERY WEEK, usually more than 1.)\n\nMatthew steps forward. I am going into this pit with you. My powers may be useful. "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Sling: \n\n Sling pauses a second before following the others. His eyes sweep the room one last time, looking for anything they might have missed. Seeing nothing of interest, he jumps down into the tunnel after the others. \"It seems whomever we are opposing may have gotten here before us. A prophet is useful no matter who you are. Perhaps we should allow the tiefling to go forward as an advanced scout?\" \n\nOOC: The crashing is why I use theTangledweb. It doesn't seem to crash."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((How odd. For me this was the first time RPGweb has crashed on me. I've lost multiple characters to TangledWeb, though.))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Getting Wisps message Thyria nods at the 'yellow' guard \" Fine, but someone must wait here guarding the entrance, it's very important. You! Green guy, you look reliable. Please stay here, can I count on you? \"\n\nWith a mischievous glint in her eyes she asks Sling \" Getting cold feet when it comes to unknown dangers, honey? I was so hoping we could become a lovely couple boldly scouting hand in hand into darkness no humanoid has ever seen before. \"\n\nShe tries to give Sling a quick peck on the cheek before hurrying forward.\n\n OOC: \nfor the guard to convince to stay: bluff (1d20+6)[ 21 ] or maybe diplomacy (1d20+1)[ 6 ] \ntunnel: move silently (1d20+7)[ 18 ] , hide (1d20+9)[ 15 ] , spot (1d20+4)[ 16 ] , search (traps) (1d20+7)[ 9 ] \n\n((poor mf11, I'm really lucky I guess. My university is like about 15 bike minutes from where I live and my part-time job is 5 minutes away from the university.\n\nI have been using rpgwebprofiler for a few months and this is the first time it crashed for me. In future I'll export a copy to Tangledweb for backup))"
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Sling: \n \"I am not scared. You just seemed extremely eager to go first. I also assume that you're as skilled as I am, and there is little point in sending both of us. Gnolls really aren't that clever or observant. I will go with you if you want me to, however.\" Sling follows Thyria down the passage.\n\nOOC: Move Silently: 21 "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "after walking for a few minutes you see a light continue of the tunnel, with a slight look you see there is a man in red robes lying there, holding a ball of fire in his hand."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Pressing her finger to the lips Thyria silently winks Sling back with the other hand.\n\n((I assume the others followed in a safe distance with a lit torch or are standing in the entrance, guard outside))\n\nBack with the group she whispers, \" Be quite and listen! In the temple there were 4 beds, 1 with a chain. I strongly believe that was for 3 guards and the prophet who was their prisoner for years. \" She lets her words sink briefly and quickly continues \" Over there there lies a red guard, probably still alive. He is one of the bad guys and he will not tell anything to strangers. \" she touches Wisp's arm \" You are god sent, dear. If you assume the shape of a red guard and make him tell you all that happened so you can find the prophet and undo the disgrace that was brought upon the folllowers of Shorain - that's your god of fire - maybe he tells you everything. What happened, who fought, the opening in the ground, how the tunnel collapsed, the broken chain. You are the only one who can pull it off \""
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "Wisp nods silently, and thinks back to the appearance of the red guards, and shifts guise into a red robed guard, with a wave of her mask.\n\n \"So these guards are the followers of Shorain... Do you know anything more of them?\" "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "Oops, forgot the roll.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Disguise - (1d20+23)[ 43 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Sling: \n \"They're trigger happy.\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "((Pingcode: LUCKY 20 man))\n\n \"besides the fact that they are kidnapping maniacs, no idea. Just roll with it.\" Matthew says with a smile."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((OOG: jest showing i'm here. soo... waiting for you to take action...))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" He might be dead already, just give it a try \""
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " \"Only waiting for the blessing of Shorain.\" replies Wisp, with a smile as she walks down towards the fallen guard. As she 'spots' him, she breaks into a run, and places her fingers on the neck of the fallen guard, checking if he is alive, while trying to figure out what the fireball is.\n\n---\n If he is alive \n \"By Shorain! What happened?\" exclaims Wisp, picking up the guard and shaking him, whether he is unconscious or not.\n\n---\n If he is dead \n \"He's long gone. Let's move on.\" , she calls back to the group.\n\n \n Spoiler \n No access to character sheet right now, guessing on Spellcraft \n Perform - (1d20+10)[ 17 ] \n Spellcraft - (1d20+8)[ 21 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "no rushing. it leads to me needing to \"backstep\"\n\nonce the man spots you he starts screaming \"NO GET AWAY FROM ME!\" and points the ball of fire to your direction."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((Spellcraft on fireball?))\n\n'Wisp's eyes appear to widen a little, and she slowly starts to back away.\n\n \"Calm down, nobody wants to hurt you...\" she says, and puts her hands forward, as if trying to defend herself. \"I only want to be your friend. \" \n Cast Charm Person, DC 15 Will Save to resist "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "the fireball is a fireball spell, for some reason not leaving his hand. (took you time to figure it out.)\n\nthe man takes a closer look and says \"you are not one of the silencers...who are you?\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((how far does the fire illumination reach? if it is like a torch or light spell that would be 20ft light+20 ft.shadow. Thyria is hiding concealed in the darkness outside the illuminated area, ready to charge in case the man tries to attack Wisp.))"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " \"Blown my cover, have I?\" replied Wisp, \"Yes, I'm not one of the 'silencers'. Call me Wisp. Now, might I ask, who are you?\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "its about like a torch, maybe i should have cleared that up....\n\nthe man says \"well...they are going to kill me anyway...i am zrull, high priest of shorain and one of the warders of terenis...we used a cover of a prophet to hide him, forcing him to answer people...\" the man coughs up some blood and continues \"but we failed, and now we know things that should be \"forgotten\", tarsiv is sure to have sent silencers after us, before we manage to tell lord farmet the truth...\" then coughs up some more blood. the fireball disapeers and the man says \"shorain's blood!\" in a curse-like voice, while he lits another."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria takes a deep breath and sheats her weapons silently. With her arms stretched to the sides and hands open she slowly approaches the red robed man. Even before emerging from the darkness she begins to speak.\n\n\" Wisp is not alone, my name is Thyria. We have been secretly summoned from different worlds by elders who oppose Tarsiv. We couldn't win in an open fight against Tarsiv but his agents are not aware of us yet, therefore we have a chance of thwart his plans \"\n\nShe stops 20ft. away from him, near enough to be illuminated by the light but clearly out of weapons range.\n\n\" Our only chance right now is to force Terenis to give us a prophecy that shows us the right path. We must be quick about it. If you care about the fate of the multiverse you must tell us what happened in the temple of the six, what Terenis is exactly, how he could escape and how we can force him to help us. \""
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " \"Hold still for a second.\" replies Wisp, placing her hand on the Shoraini's chest, allowing a bluish glow to flow from her palm to the high priest's broken body.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Cure Light Wounds - (1d8+3)[ 8 ] \n Sense Motive - (1d20+6)[ 20 ] \n \n\n \"So, Zrull, what exactly happened, now that your life is out of danger?\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"my life...\" he murmurs \"will end soon anyway, you only gave me a little more time...\" he reveals a stab wound in his chest \"poisoned\"\n\nafter a small sigh he says \"fighting tarsiv is doomed to fail. he controls the entire red and black high priests as puppets, attempts to take the blue, fools the yellow and the white is too drugged to notice a thing...the green are the only ones facing him, but they are heavily outnumbered, and untrusted by the government, irony...\"\nand attempts to stand, fails and says:\n\"as for terenis, i am not sure what he is, but he had a ring that makes him look human that was burned into his flesh, he is an enemy of tarsiv but old and incapable of a real fight.\"\nthen he looks to the rest of the tunnel and says \"and the temple? after the gnolls opened a hole in the night, they burst out, wounding us all until we were unable to move, and took terenis. i was lucky to be in this side when they sealed the tunnel, as i heard a planewalk noise from inside a little later, and then the cry for mercy from my comrades.\"\nand with these words he passes out."
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Sling: \n \"He's done. Let's go.\" Sling quickly passes the body and moves down the passage. His kukri is out and he is glancing warily around him.\n\nOOC: Move silently +9 Listen & Spot both +5 if you want to roll."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Is he? \"\n\n Thyria checks Zrulls lifesigns."
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Sling: \n \"The wound was festering. It was obviously poisoned. There's nothing we can do... None of the other orders will help him. They're all corrupt. We can't save him. Move on.\" "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "Wisp looks at the dead priest, and shakes her head, before re-disguising her face to look like the fallen Zrull's.\n\n \"Poor Zrull. May his name fight on.\" "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nDisguise as Zrull Disguise - (1d20+23)[ 25 ] \n \n\n \"Say, Sling, can you tell what kind of poison it is?\" "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Sling: \n \"It doesn't matter what kind it is. It's killing him and there's no one who can help him. I know many different kinds of poisons. I don't know what kind this is. It is most likely extremely deadly and possibly incurable. Every second we delay means Terenis is taken further away. We shouldn't waste time looking for help when there is none.\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "none, he's no more alive then a rock."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" Our drow cutie is right on that, the others are all corrupt, we can depend only on ourselves. But there is one last service Zrull can provide to aid us. \"\n\nShe begins looting the corpse, \" Honey, you can scout ahead - I saw you moving, you are good. The tunnel obviously leads to the collapse under the temple but maybe there is still someting interesting on the way or at the cave-in on this side. Don't forget to pick me up afterwards, or I'll pout, badly \"\n\nDirected at Wisp, \" So, you are mage after all, fine... can you see magical auras? I have an item I never got a chance to check and old Zrull here might have interesting things as well that we could miss otherwise. \"\n\n ooc: \nif needed take 20 on search+7 = 27"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " \"A mage? Why not?\" replies Wisp, as she dons her signature mask.\n\n((Not sure if I have Detect Magic, thanks to RPGweb, but I'm reasonably certain I do. Casting Detect Magic now.))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "i am not sure you have as well...but nothing is magical around you...\n\nthyria:\n \n Spoiler \n\nyou can find massive amounts of empty bottles marked as healing potions, and a sealed letter addressed to \"High Priest Gorgo of Germo\"\n "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((is the twisted ring I found magical? I show it to Wisp\n\nEDIT: taking the letter of course and if it is not magical, open and read\nno gold or weapons?))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "no gold, no weapons,\nletter not magical, ring with slight traces (fading), i thought its safe to assume wisp will answer you...\n\nanyway...\nthe letter says so:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\"To High Priest Gorgo of Germo\ni am sad to inform you your suspicions were right, the exile, tarsiv has returned and took over the red temple, i also know he took over the black temple, the few who are not working for him are bounded by fear.\n\nyou can trust no other temple, the blue is halfway infected, and the yellow is fooled, the whites are never to be trusted at anything important as you know.\n\nthe only thing you can do is stand on your guard to attempt to stop tarsiv's agents from entering the green temple as well, you are the last beacon of hope.\n\ncontact the gnolls, they work for terenis, he is the prophet that we hold captive-against our will. they will help you purge the other temples.\n\nand whatever you do, NEVER send anyone outside of the city walls alone, tarsiv's agents are always watching.\n\n-yours, Zrull, High Priest of shorain.\"\n "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n((are you sure about the gnoll's, they work for tarsiv in the letter? from the context I expected to see Terenis thee))\n "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nyes that was a screw-up...\n "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " Let us move on, we need to find this prophet "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" You should see this \" Thyria lets the rest of the group read the letter then hides it away.\n\n\" I am unsure how to proceed, it seems we landed in the middle of a big mess. For starters we better tell no one about the letter and we either hide old Zrull somewhere in the tunnel or carry him out but tell no one that he gave us any information. Maybe what he told us is true, but for all we know this Terenis could have also manipulated Zrull to believe that crap and the temples are not infiltrated at all. \"\n\n\" Ideas what to do next? Except telling everyone what we are really up to, I'm open to suggestions \""
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " \"It used to be.\" replies Wisp, to the query of the ring.\n\nRemoving her mask, and dismissing the magic, Wisp looked at the body, and back at her own disguise.\n\n \"You know, they don't need to know Zrull is dead. Here, hand me the letter - I'll make a copy of it for our own reference, then we should hide the body and deliver the letter.\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" Here you go \", giving Wisp the letter.\n\n\" Let's do as Sling said and finish scouting this tunnel first. After that, shall we go after the gnolls first and deliver the letter later or the other way around? \"\n\nCarrying Zrull she follows the rest of the group to see what else can be found deeper in the tunnel and looking for a convenient spot to hide the body.\n\n oog: \nThyria tries to carry Zrull over her shoulder: can carry another 120lbs, if Augustus takes her backpack then that's 140lbs. Otherwise she must ask someone for help."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((I know I bought a spellbook and ink))\n\nWisp produces what appears to be spellbook from within the robes, and thumbs through the pages of arcane gibberish and diagrams before arriving at one of the blank pages.\n\nPlacing the letter on the opposite page, she copies out the letter as closely as possible for future reference and passes the original back to Thyria.\n\n \"Thanks.\" she says, the spellbook and inkpen vanishing once again into the robes."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((showing i'm here, waiting for your actions.))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((actions?\nI thought Sling already left scouting deeper into tunnel, now tyria carries dead Zrull behind to deposit near the blocking [using stones from the cave-in] or even better if there is some good place on the way, hide him there.\n))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "ok...\n\nzrull's body is hidden...\nnothing else in the cave..."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Now, you have all read the letter \"\n\n((if not, Thyria will show the letter to read ))\n\n\" We can either go into the desert and look for Terenis directly, following the fresh trail OR deliver the letter to the green guys and make a deal with them. They help us with Terenis, we help them with the other temples \"\n\n\" Any preferences, anyone? I'm slightly inclined to go to the green guys, cause we'll need supplies and a guide into the desert anyway. Plus, purging the temples sounds interesting \""
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " \"I believe we should see this High Priest Gorgo of Germo. The gnolls don't seem to be the sort to simply welcome us, so I'd rather have the opportunity to learn Gnoll first, if at all possible.\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"let us work together with the green. We will most likely need all the help we can get.\" "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Sling: \n \"Inform the high priest of the green. We can't let any of the other factions know about it, however. Wisp, I believe you should have the honor.\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Fine, let's do it then. The guy who brought us here is a green guard, he can tell us how to find Gormo. \"\n\nNodding at Slings suggestion, \" Wisp, you wanna do the talking? You used to be a yellow guard when coming in here \"\n\nThyria leaves the tunnel.\n\n((EDIT: any lifesigns from Augustus?))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((well...he IS outside...and nothing happens there right now...so i THINK he is still watching, but not posting.)))"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "Wisp nods, and staggers out, clutching the wound tightly.\n\n Act - (1d20+10)[ 13 ] \n Bluff - (1d20+10)[ 22 ] \n \"Urgh... Gnolls... captured Terenis... Got the other guy... Need to see Gorgo...\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "Augustus, Matthew: you are back in \"action\"\n\nthe guard looks at wisp and asks, with a venomed voice \"and why would that be shorain scum?\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Thyria tries to disctract the guards attention from Wisp and directed at the green guy asks, \" You guys really hate each other, don't you? I guess that temple of the six business didn't work out as planned. Whose idea was it anyway? \""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((OOG: about online char sheets nad the sites being down again:\n\nthere are a few sites that can be used instead of rpgwebprofiler:\n\n http://www.thetangledweb.net/profiler/ (it appears it has been hacked recently and they are rebuilding)\n\n http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/? \n http://pifro.com/pro (a guy from the oots forum opened his private rpgprofiler for public use)\n\n\nEDIT: just saw, there is even a thread about it (more links inside): http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=57197 \n\nEDIT2: allright, after rpgwebprofiler went down and just before tangledweb crashed I tried to salvage some of the charsheet of the group. I managed to put them on a stable site. It is crappy, because it is only static, but at least you can access the sheets as they were when I had a look at them here:\n\nSling: http://homepage.uibk.ac.at/~csaa074/...NGview.php.htm \nMatthew: http://homepage.uibk.ac.at/~csaa074/...EWview.php.htm \nThyria: http://homepage.uibk.ac.at/~csaa074/...IAview.php.htm \n\nI'm afraid I was too late for the rpgwebprofiler sheets.\n\nEDIT3: for tangledweb check: http://profiler.thetangledweb.net/ \nbut it will be oflline until end of year, so you have to migrate from there\n))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((tnx for your time and work, highly appreciated.))\n\nthe guard says \"the white's idea...only decent one they ever had, without united temples we would have probably gone to open war a long time ago...same for the yellows and the blacks...\""
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "Wisp stands there, coughing and clutching her stomach tightly. \"Urgent... About... Terenis...\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Matthew comes up from the tunnel \"Whats all the commotion about?\" as his eyes travel to wisp, and he hears what she is saying, he continues Gods man! Your comrade is clearly in need of help, and you stand there and do nothing? Get them to whoever it was they were talking about before they die! "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Yeah, don't forget you are united in the temple of the six. Like you said yourself \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((can i note the green guard knows NOTHING about terenis? do you mean tarsiv?))"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((I'll go with Terenis.))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((ooookkkkk...x_?))\n\nthe guard says \"terenis? who is terenis?\" with a suspecting voice."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Oh come on, we also found something out about the prophet. If you're not interested I go and sell the info to the other colors. Heh, actually, that's a pretty good idea \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "the guard looks at you with a raised eyebrow and says \"i cannot allow you to know the location of the green main temple, yes main temples are separated, without a good reason, cant do it.\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" OK, now I get it. The temple locations are a secret. Well, I guess news about the prophet and more should be still interesting. \"\n\nDirected at the Wisp, \" Now, what if you write a message to Gorgo? I happen to have a piece of parchment and a piece of wax. \"\n\nDirected at the green man, \" Could you deliver the letter secretly and safely? \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "after a short thought the guard answers \"i believe i am allowed to do so. where is your letter?\""
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Sling: \n \"Couldn't you just give him the original copy of the letter? We've got our backup to reference if we ever need to.\" Sling mutters to Tyrntha while trying to stay mostly in the background."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" Sure but the seal is broken.. if our Zrull takes it and reheats the wax it will look sealed and it is the original handwriting after all. Later we can even admit that he died from poison after giving it to us. \", also muttering very quietly.\n\nEDIT:\n\nShe turns back on the guard (blocking the sight) and gives Wisp the original letter, \" It's your call \""
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " \"You didn't find a signet ring, did you?\" whispers Wisp, when the thought of the ring returns.\n\n \"Quick, hand me that ring you found. The broken one.\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((eeemmm...i NEVER said there was a signet on the sealing...jest that it was sealed. not a visable signet anyway.))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" It's just a blob of wax, you only have to reseal it. The ring is completely different story \""
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((Ah, right.))\n\nWisp looks at the letter, and revises her false assumption.\n\n \"Right, won't be a moment then.\" she says, as she takes the letter and staggers back out into the tunnel. Taking out the spellbook again, she uses the un-inked nib of her ben to 'write out' another copy of the letter, before lighting the lantern and remelting the wax.\n\nPressing the wax into the letter and letting it cool, she waited for a moment before letting out a groan and collapsing, as realistically as she could manage, and letting the sealed letter fall to the ground.\n\n Act - (1d20+10)[ 16 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "the guard picks up the letter, then snaps his fingers.\nthe letter starts glowing in light green and then disappears, and the guard says \"its there now.\"\n\na few moments later you hear a loud voice that you cannot understand, and a green planar gate opens before you. two heavly armed green warrior and a green priest comes out of the gate and says \"come with me please.\", then the priest enters the gate, leaving the guards to...well...guard..."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\nThyria makes a quick step in, trying to catch Wisp before she falls to the ground, and checks on her briefly while putting her down softly. Before standing up again and turning around to the guard (blocking his way in if he tried) she takes the letter. \n She looks at the guard, forcing the letter in his hand \" So you've got what you wanted. Hurry now, and don't forget to tell your boss, that we want to ally with the green. How do we get your reply? \"\n\nTo make it look more realistic she bends down and kneels next to Wisp again, placing a blanket under her head and adjusting her more comfortably. \n\n------------------------------------------------\nEDIT: arrggh... yes ninja'd and didn't even notice!!"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((you got spartaned by me...if you look above your post, you GOT an answer...))"
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Sling: \n \"He's talking to us, isn't he?\" Sling asks uncomfortably. Cautiously, he follows the man into the portal. His hand rests on his kukri, and he glances around fervently."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" This getting more and more interesting \"\n\nShe bends down and kneels next to Wisp again, and says with a hushed voice \" Do you want to keep playing along? \"\n \n Spoiler \n\n if Wisp wants to play unconscious \nThyria will pick her up and and carry through the gate.\n\n if Wisp doesn't want \nThyria will extend a hand to help Wisp up\n \n\nShe follows through the gate. EDIT: carrying Wisp."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"why can't we ever be summoned through a letter? why is it always so odd like this?\" Matthew asks to himself, before stepping through the gate."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "waiting for our little paladin (pun intended) and the ultra-split personalty to respond."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "Wisp, being 'dead', and therefore not allowed contact with the living, simply tugs on Thyria's leg to motion that she should probably be carried through, at least until there's a chance to vanish without any of the guards around."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((where on earth is chaos damn it?))\n\ni ASSUME the paladin goes in as well, as he is not responding.\n\n\nwalking through the gate, you get a strange feeling, you cant put your finger on it, but its disturbing.\non the other side, you get dazzled, not by magic or hit, but from the colors.\ngreen, white, purple, pink,yellow,orange,brown. so many flowers, trees and animals from butterflies to birds and from mice to elephants. most animals you don't know, but they are all beautiful and colorful.\nafter a few moments you understand that you are inside a huge, wooden building, with an entire planar-scale eco-system inside of it, then, you notice a man sitting in front of a wodden desk, wearing a green robe and holding a letter.\nwith a sweep of his hand wisp transforms back into a human female, and he says \"i think i could recognized my cousin's finger print. that was not a very good fake.\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria who is carrying Wisp over her shoulder is startled briefly, then regains her composure and shakes her head. She releases Wisp and replies, \" It's not a fake, sir. It's resealed. You recognize his handwriting for sure. Without looking into the letter, how could we have known, who to trust and to whom we should deliver it? \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "the man says \"the letter itself is real indeed, but the sealing was poorly made. you are armatures, and i have no idea why on earth HE thought you are the best choice to fight tarsiv. he can create planes but cannot find strong hero's? i KNEW i should have done it myself.\" then he looks at you with a raised eyebrow and continues \"but you were chosen, and i got little choice now. i jest hope you will actually prove me wrong. but i believe you should talk to terenis, not to me.\" and he points somewhere where you can see someone is a brown cloak that covers him completely sitting on the ground and petting a wolf."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Ah, Terenis. So, tell me why I've been summoned \""
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Sling: \n \"Ah yes. Terenis. That's what who we were looking for. Our instructions were to talk to him. We did not anticipate you setting up a fake murder scene for him.\" Sling looks at the figure indicated to be Terenis. Frowning a little, he moves closer and gives a slight bow. \"Greetings. I do so hope you know this superior language. We were sent to receive instructions from you, so instruct us. Who do we need to take care of?\" If Terenis does not understand, Sling sighs exasperatedly and repeats his statement in common, but substitution \"What do you require us to do?\" instead of \"Who do we need to take care of?\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " Speak in a language everyone can understand, not your filthy tongue, you damn drow. turning to the one that claims to be Terenis, Matthew introduces himself. I am Matthew, of Sigil. Do be so kind as to tell me why the hell i'm here. "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " \"I'm supposed to speak in a language everyone can understand? I shouldn't have to speak your language just because you speak it. Perhaps you should learn my language. I stooped to learning your pathetic excuse for a language. If I actually find someone who actually speaks my native language, I will converse with him in such. It is awkward for me, talking in this heathen tongue. My speaking habits will not change.\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Matthew switches to Infernal This is the language you should be speaking, you filthy bastard "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((wow, haterd.))\n\nterenis looks at you two and says \"fools. language is only an illusion to make the simple feel like a part of a group.\" \nthen he stands up and says \"curse temno for picking a bunch of idiots like you, i would kill him if tarsiv havn't beat me to it!\" \nthen, with a sweep of his hand (that you can see that has a glove, nothing of his body revealed) he says in an impressive voice \"will you take a mission, one that you are likely to die in the way? one that is far beond the ability of the avarage mortal?\" \nthe in a quite voice he adds \"one that will lead your very souls to thier edge?\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" You have a business proposal here. Very well, if the payment is adequate, I'll accept. We are to do great things for you, what do you offer in exchange? \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "terenis looks at you with a raised eyebrow and says \"the \"job\" pays for itself. as the mission is to locate and collect several artifacts of massive power. i do not care what you do with them, the point is terenis must not get them. with them all in his hand he could dominate the multiverse unchallenged even if all gods will work as one to fight him.\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" I accept on these terms \""
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " \"Powerful artifacts of massive strength are always a good thing to have. I accept as well. What are we to do?\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \"your task is simple. locate, defeat the guards, and claim all five orbs of creation. by my analasis each orb will accept only one of you, unlike tarsiv that will be accepted by all. the orbs power depends on the power of the user, and the number of orbs he has, so i trust your incapeabilty to actually gain too much power of them\" says terenis\n\nhe waits for a few moments for a respond and says \"if you accept, i will take you to the last knows location of the first orb.\" \n\n(sigh. i think i gonna need to NPC the paladin until we find a replacment. choas is not posting and not responding to PMs....))"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "Wisp was somewhat surprised at having her magical disguise dispelled, but oddly enough seemed to have been disguised anyway, as she picks herself up off the ground, a full mask covering her face and half mask in hand.\n\nShe laughs at the fact that Gorgo saw through the disguise only because the seal was made poorly.\n\n \"Amateur?\" she repeats, \"You speak of amateurs, though it took a slapdash forgery to realise the disguise! Were there no need to seal the letter, you would never have known the difference!\" laughed Wisp, before turning her attentions to Terenis.\n\n \"And, pray tell, why do you tell us to keep the orbs from your hands, of all people? Refusing adventure was never one of my strong points, I accept. I shall do my best to keep them far away from you.\" \n\nWisp knew full well it was likely a slip of the tongue by Terenis, but she was exploiting it all the same.\n\n((No roll for disguise, as the 'backup disguise' is fairly clearly a disguise and doesn't attempt to do anything but conceal Wisp's identity.))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((damn your char is complex. i might get an headache from it.))\n\nterenis looks to the paladin and the pasion and asks \"and what about you two?\" \n\n((if choas wont answer soon i'll look for a replacement and will NPC him meantime. you NEED a five-man (and woman) team.))"
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"I'm in, if only to keep these hellborn from getting to much power.\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \"so shall i!\" says agustus ((need to find replacement.))\nterenis puts out a small laugh and says \"very well then, off you go!\" as he takes a purple leaf out of the cloak and tosses it into the air, a brown glow surrounds you and feel like you are melting, then you reform in another place.\nyou see around you a small (50-70) round floor, surrounded by nothing, no walls, no earth, nothing. and a stairway leading down, and one leading down. then you hear terenis's voice (he is not there) \"the riddle plane of timno. easy to go in, hard to get out. the last knowen place of the mind orb was in the bottem floor, only way out is on the top.\" \n Xp bonus: intro finished. 200 Xp each. ((you took a HUGE shortcut, but that cuts down the combat Xp...)"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n((OOC: is there natural light or only our own?))\n\n\" Right, that leaves us the stairway down.... I propose Sling and I take turns on scouting, one stair down and change on the next floor. The rest of you follows in a safe distance \"\n\nShe draws her weapons and sneaks downstairs. \n Spoiler \n\nmove silently: (1d20+7)[ 19 ] \nhide: (1d20+9)[ 20 ] \nspot: (1d20+4)[ 13 ] \nlisten: (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((there is enough light for normal vision, source unknowen.))\n\n\nThyria:\n \n Spoiler \nwhen going down you can see two little red creatures messing with a human body, they seem to not notice you and by their effort to make him move they could not have killed him. at least not with psychical force.\n "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\nThe Tiefling sneaks back upstairs and tells what she saw, adding \" They could be dangerous despite their size. I think it's best we sneak down and try to take them by surprise before they can cast spells or whatever. If possible we could try to capture one of them and see if we can get it to talk. Any other ideas? \""
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " If you feel they need to be destroyed, I'll trust your judgment I suppose. Although taking one for questioning would be best. If they do decide to attack, Matthew will cast Force Screen (+4 shield AC) before setting off towards them."
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": "Sling draws his kukri and grins. \"Consider it done. Questioning is always easier with one gone.\" He proceeds down the stairs with a red gleam in his eye.\n\nOOC: Move Silently - (1d20+9)[ 21 ] \n Hide - (1d20+9)[ 10 ] \nNot sure if I need any other rolls yet. Initiative is +5. Attack +2. 18-20/x2 crit. Damage 1d4+1 +1d6 sneak. I can roll them if you need me to, or you could."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "unfortunately, they see you, then they run and attempt to hide behind a hat, not very successfully."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "((Behind a hat?))\n\nMatthew comes down the steps behind Sling, and sees the creatures jump behind their makeshift hiding spot. sighing to himself at their stupidity, he quickly concentrates, sending a ray of frost at the closest one.\n\nranged touch attack: (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \ndamage: (3d6+3)[ 17 ] "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((start of combat?))\n\nThyria attacks the creatures trying to capture one of them.\n \n Spoiler \n\nneed initiative ? (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \n\nif both still live, Thyria will grapple the damaged one (you said they are little, if small they get -4 or more on grapple)\n if Matthew killed one, Thyria will try to grapple the other\n\n no matter which one, it can react it gets an attack of opportunity, my AC is 18\n melee touch (unarmed strike with weapon finesse) (1d20+6)[ 23 ] \n grapple check (1d20+3)[ 4 ] \npiercing damage(spikes): (1d6+2)[ 5 ] + non-lethal (1d6+2)[ 8 ] (hoping that grapple works and non-lethal pushes it into unconsciousness) \n "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Initiative - (1d20+1)[ 13 ] \n Bardic Knowledge - (1d20+5)[ 23 ] to know about creatures.\n Bardic Knowledge - (1d20+5)[ 9 ] to know about location.\n \n\n\nWisp follows behind last, her disguise having seemingly restored itself to the yellow-robed guard from before. Reaching into the robe, she produced the 'spellbook' once again, and allows it to fall open to one of the pages.\n\nReading off the book, she begins intoning a series of strange syllables and waving her hand. The words, while strange, also have an oddly melodical quality to them, though it is easy to dismiss as a trick of circumstance.\n\n Bardic Music use Expended for Inspire Courage "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "((oops, forgot initiative))\n\ninitiative: (1d20+5)[ 24 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((wow...you REALLY want a fight do you? well these two are not in the power level to even THINK they can fight one of you.))\n\nthe two scream and run to the edge of the plate, then jump off. going \"weeeeeeeeeee\"\n\nwisp:\n \n Spoiler \n\nthese two were minor demons. the average prey of such level demons is rats, sometimes cats. these kind is VERY fast and capable to outrun every humanoid with ease.\n \n\n\n((i DID roll intuitive. they got much higher scores.))"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "As soon as the minor demons run off, Wisp simply slams the book shut, and stuffs it back into the robe, the large bulge vanishing as the book completely disappears into her possessions. ((Since they beat us on init, I take it the Inspire Courage didn't actually fire off?))\n\n \"Well, that went well. We just scared off the demonic equivalent of a housecat.\" she says, walking casually over to the hat they left behind and picking it up.\n\nSpinning the hat on one finger, Wisp continues. \"This hat would have proven more than a match for them.\" \n \"Since they seem to have been trying to drag off this here corpse, any volunteers for pillaging their possessions?\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\"Great, just scavengers\" Thyria loots the corpse, also examining the wounds that brought the human to death.\n \n Spoiler \n\nOOC:\nsearch: (1d20+7)[ 9 ] \nspot: (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((why is everybody's rolls so low today?))\n\nThyria:\n \n Spoiler \n you find that the man has a shortsword and 2 gp on him that you can find.\nyou dont know what killed him, but his hearth is missing (there is a hole there, you can clearly see its missing).\n "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" My, nearly nothing left here, one more corpse like this and I can pay the next round of beer. \"\n\nShe puts the two gold coins visibly into her pocket and wields the shortsword for a practice thrust to find out if is of high quality or just ordinary.\n\n\" So... Sling, your turn? \"\n\nEDIT:\n((OOC: had to move my char sheet to another profiler, see signature))"
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Sling: \n\nAs the demons flee, Sling rushes to the edge and peers after them. With a shrug, Sling stops looking over the edge after the two demons. \"Odd things those. Demonic equivalent of a house cat you say?\" He nods acknowledgment to Thyria as she says it's his turn. He keeps his kukri at the ready as he stalks to the other staircase and cautiously creeps down it.\n\nOOC: Move Silently - (1d20+9)[ 19 ] \n Hide - (1d20+9)[ 23 ] \n Spot - (1d20+5)[ 8 ] \n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "sling:\n \n Spoiler \n\nthe lower level is a plate like the two you saw so far, the only thing you see in the plate is a pedestal with a round gray stone on it.\n \n\n\nedit: ((eeem...people? are you all dead or what? losing one player was harsh, but now all other four seem to disappear too. is there some holiday i do not know about or something?))"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((OOC: I was waiting for sling to post - there was little I could do ICly without metagaming, because he didn't do one of Krelon's 'I come back and relate the information', so we can act on it.))\n\nWisp, having become tired of waiting for sling to return, decides (quite understandably) that something must have gone wrong, and being of a relatively good nature, decides to follow him down in hopes of finding out what happened to him."
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Sling: \n\n Sling sheathes his kukri and stares at the pedastal for a while. As Wsip approaches, he snaps out of it and turns back around. \"Everything's fine. You all can come down. There's nothing here but a pedestal. I'm going to go check it out.\" Having communicated his intentions to the group, he stalks toward the pedestal. As he nears, he examines the ground around the pedestal for any traps. After examining the ground, he moves on to the gray stone.\n\nOOC: Search ground: - (1d20+8)[ 21 ] \n Search stone - (1d20+8)[ 13 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "sling:\nwill save please."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Matthew heads down after Wisp, and stands back as Sling checks out the pedastal"
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Will Save - (1d20-1)[ 7 ] \n\nMore characters for postage length..."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Hearing him Thyria follows slowly always keeping an eye and ear back and up, just in case, to be able to notice anything shadowing the group."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "sling gets knocked away by an invisible force, taking (1d6)[ 6 ] points of damage. you all hear a voice that say \"only the true minds may pass\" \n\nThyria:\n \n Spoiler \nyou hear weak voices coming from the level above you, something is doing a whole lot of effort there\n \n\n\n((i hope you guys have backups of your chars, cuz non of them opens.))"
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": "Sling flies away from the stone. He is slams to the ground with tremendous force and hits his head. All he is able to do is lie there groggily.\n\nOOC: HP=0\nThe link to Sling in my signature works."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" Someone is following us, Wisp can you work your magic on him? \" pointing at Sling \" Whether I like it or not, we may need him badly now \"\n\n\" I'll check on what's going on above \", she sneaks back.\n \n Spoiler \n\nmove silently: (1d20+7)[ 20 ] \nhide: (1d20+9)[ 10 ] \nspot: (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \nlisten: (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \n \nEDIT: not so bad, if they don't hear me, they may not look in the fist place, at least I'm hearing well.\nlanguages known: common, infernal, draconic, orc, goblin \nshe goes very slowly, one weapon drawn, the bow in the other hand and adjusts weapons depending on the situation:\nenemy close and aware = two melee\nenemy far or not aware = bow and ready a shot\n \n\n((OOC: please use the link in my signature, I always update the links when a site goes down - I have my chars on 2 now and a local backup))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((seems it does, and thats one of the disadvantages of being a drow in lower levels.))\n\nThyria:\n \n Spoiler \n\nyou see two little red creatures messing up with the body. you cant tell if these are the same two.\n "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((OOC: when you said:\n you hear weak voices coming from the level above you, something is doing a whole lot of effort there \n\n was it sounding like speech or was it the sound of those creatures?))\n\nThyria waits for a short period of time to see if there is anyone else on the platform. \n Spoiler \n when she is sure it was only the little creatures, use bow:\n\n surprise round: \nshoot: (1d20+8)[ 13 ] \ndamage (with sneak): [rollv]1d81d6[/rollv]\n\ninitiative: (1d20+4)[ 9 ] \nshoot: (1d20+8)[ 27 ] \ndamage (1d8)[ 8 ] and if I won the initiative, sneak: (1d6)[ 2 ] \n\nshould one or more of them escape, follow them (but not jumping anywhere) to see where they go.\nin any case: search the entire platform to find the way up they took (secret stairs?)\nspot: (1d20+4)[ 10 ] \nsearch: (1d20+7)[ 23 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "your first attack was dodged.\n\nunfortunately, your initiative is way below their's, they notice you one jumps of the platform with a \"weeeee!\" the other running upstairs. also going \"weee weee wee we weeeeeee\"....\n\n\nyou can find nothing on the entire plate, there is the body, the stairs down and the stairs up, thats it."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "((my comp is having problems loading TW right now, when i can get it to work i'll post the new link to my character.))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((meantime you can continue playing. nothing that really NEEDS the char sheets is up now. and the little that is i can recreate with ease.))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Thyria returns to the lower platform.\n\n\" It's the red critters again, I hate those midgets. \" Her glowering promises swift death to the little creatures at next opportunity.\n\n\" So, what has happened to Sling and does anybody know what to do with the altar? Matthew, you are a master of the mind, aren't you? \""
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " Yes, I am a master of controlling my mind. I have been contemplating touching the pedestal while you were off chasing little red devils.\" He pauses, then sighs \"well, nothing ever got done by standing around\" Matthew walks up and puts his hand on the pedestal.\n\nWill save (I'm assuming I'll need one): (1d20+4)[ 12 ] "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((OOC: I've mostly managed to rebuild my character, trying to remember exactly what spells I had.\n\nBut I believe I'm now out of 1st level spells.))\n\nWisp, instead of climbing back up to annoy the housecats again, strides quickly over to the nearly unconscious Sling lying on the floor. \"Well, that can't have gone well. Come on, up you get.\" she says, helping Sling to his feet while muttering a spell.\n\n Cure Light Wounds - (1d8+3)[ 9 ] \n \"Feeling better?\" "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " \"Yes. Much better. Thank you.\" Sling looks at the stairs up. \"I'd really like to kill one of those demonic things. I personally don't like being thrown about and those things are just annoying. Next one we find, let's try communicating with it until we get close enough to get rid of it.\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " One Character "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((tnx mf11))\n\nMatthew also gets knocked back takeing (1d6)[ 4 ] damage.\nyou all hear a voice saying \"you must prove your worthiness!\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " Damn. Well then, anyone got an idea for this pedestal? "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "Wisp casts a Detect Magic cantrip, raising her signature mask once again, and gazes deeply at the pedestal, looking for some hint of what the pedestal actually is.\n\nShe concentrates for the full three rounds on the pedestal, as well as anything else of interest that may ping on the detect-magic-o-meter.\n\n((By my reckoning, I now have one use of a cantrip left))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "While Wisp analyzes the altar, Thyria searches the rest of the platform looking for any writing, at last she walks around the pedestal and looks for runes or letter on the pedestal and the gray stone in the middle of it.\n\n\" Since we are on the plane of riddles, that must be one... I just wonder what the riddle is. It's hard to solve something if you're not told what it is. Do you think we must get hold of the stone on the pedestal? If so, we could use a rope to drag it down instead of running into the barrier \"\n\n((does the stone just lie on the pedestal or is fixed to it? how big is the stone?))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((stone is quite small, can be held in one palm. as far you can see nothing is fixing it to the pedestal. no writing anywhere.))\n\nwisp:\n \n Spoiler \n\nthe whole place is more magical from anything you ever seen, and i mean EVERYTHING is highly magical.\n "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Thyria uncoils her rope and takes each end in different hand. Stretched the rope now extends 15ft. away from her, makes an U-turn and returns back, forming a very long loop.\n\nStanding 10 feet way from the pedestal she carefully swings the loop over it, so that the small stone is inside the loop (and repeats several time until it works) then gently pulls at both ends of the rope at the same time, moving the stone off the pedestal."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "you have managed to get the stone to drop of the pedestal (i rolled use rope)"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Thyria moves the stone a bit further away from the pedestal then lifts it from the ground to examine it all around.\n\nShe looks at her comrades saying, \" I'm not crazy, if you have a better idea, you're welcome \". Then, holding the stone on her palm, she closes her hand and concentrates on saying aloud and thinking it at the same time: \" Tell me, how do we prove our worthiness? \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "unfortunately i have to ignore the second part. you fail to get it away from the pedestal. its like something is blocking it."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Thyria stops 1 foot away from the pedestal and asks the thin air \"Hello, somebody here? Tell me, how do we prove our worthiness?\"\n\n((OOC: there is no further way down from this platform or did I miss it in the description?))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "you hear a voice that says \"well...this is the entire riddle...knowing the question leads to the easy answer...but finding the question is the real hardship...\" \n\n((no, there is no way to go more down, at least not any that you can see.))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\"Oh... hi, there. Isn't it lonely hanging around here? Btw, my name is Thyria, who are you?\"\n\n\"Say, it must be frustrating waiting long time then seeing all these people coming and going away without solving the riddle. I mean, the second part of your job is letting them go further. Lemme guess the pedestal is a gate, right? Wouldn't it be satisfying actually finding the worthy individuals and putting them on the right track?\""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "the voice says \"what is time for a rock? i am here to make sure only these with the power of mind will be able to claim me.\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Scratching her head Thyria faces her comrades and says \" I tried, sorta out of ideas now. \" Looking at Matthew, \" Besides, I don't understand why the rock didn't let you take it. \""
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " I dont understand either. So much so that I'm going to try to take it once again Matthew walks up once again, and tries to take the stone.\n\n(i must be insane or something, hoping the forum rollers will roll high for once, but whatever) *crosses fingers*\n\nwill save: (1d20+4)[ 17 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "you are getting pushed away again, but not in such force to hurt you.\nyou hear the voice saying \"psychical force will not stand with you.\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" You don't happen to be able to move it with your mind? Touching is impossible and the rope is blocked \""
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " I never learned much telekinesis, working instead in telepathy. At least, not any that wouldn't have a chance of hurting it. However, if we have no other ideas, I do have one power that will move it, though i may miss, and it may damage the stone. "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": "Sling shrugs at Matthew. \"Stone doesn't care. If he's got a problem with it, he'll bring it up.\" He then looks back at the stone. A look of bafflement appears on his face. \"Would you repeat the riddle please? Or rephrase it? I'm not a natural speaker of this language.\" "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "(( Wisp's sheet has been rebuilt. ))\n\nWisp, walks up to roughly the same distance that Thyria is from the rock, and removes the half mask.\n\n \"Well, little stone, the question is, what is the power of the mind? Is it the power to spur muscles beyond their limits? Is it the quickness to respond to that which surrounds it? Is it the will to resist what would destroy it? Is it the strength that drives thought? Is it the dexterity to avoid attempts on it? Or is it the force of being which drives it?\" \n \"Perhaps it is all of these, and none of them.\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "you hear the voice again \"that is up to you to find out. find the meaning of mind, and you shall find the answer. the riddle is to find the riddle.\" \nafter a short phase you hear it again \"i assume i am allowed to say even a god will be unable to hurt me, or any of my four siblings, in any way...\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "((crap. i can't move it unless i can damage it.))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((three of you has the ability to solve it, without breaking RP, think. there are several solutions here, let me clue you-its not the world you came from, some rules changes from world to world.))"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " \"No doubt if you could be destroyed someone would have done it before to keep you from the hands of Tarsiv.\" \n\nWisp heads back up to the platform with the housecat-demons, gambling on the fact that she had not attempted to kill them - rather, they had managed to run before she could do anything.\n\nPresumably, the demons are back again.\n\nWhen she sees them, she makes herself look as non-threatening as possible, and beckons to them in abyssal in a singsong manner.\n\n \"Come here, don't be afraid...\" she coos, in an oddly mesmerising tone.\n\n Fascinate - (1d20+12)[ 26 ] (Oratory/Sing for +2 adaptive performer bonus), vs one housecat demon."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " To keep him from Tarsiv, or to shut him up... Matthew mutters as he walks over to the path up and sits down. hmm...what is the meaning of the mind... matthew starts muttering to himself as he goes deep into though."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "wisp:\n \n Spoiler \n the tiny demons are approaching you, saying \"we weee?\".\n "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((So they are incapable of speech?))\n\nWisp gets down on one knee and continues to beckon for them to approach, avoiding anything seeming threatening.\n\n \"Do you know round rock riddle?\" she asks in abyssal, while doing her best to keep them mesmerised."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "wisp:\n \n Spoiler \n\nthey say \"its a matter of how you think of things, its jest your perspective\"\nthey seem to be unable to say it. its like its been recorded in them.\n "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Meanwhile Thyria looks over the edge of the platform to see what is below and if there is an other platform, she'll check if the rope is long enough to reach it.\n\n\" Hmmm.. those demon cats jumped down and yet they came back, I wonder how gravity works here \"\n\nShe throws something very small over the edge and follows the trajectory."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "no other platform below this one.\nthe rock falls down, then quickly disappears without a clear reason. (it disappears before the time it should leave your sight.)"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Wisp, do you know a spell to move the rock without touching the barrier? \"\n\nThyria is waiting for Wisp to 'dismiss' the demon cats to get a clean shot."
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " \"I can't actually help in this situation. One in my profession doesn't need to know riddles.\" "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "Wisp decides to ask one last question before releasing the housecat.\n\n \"What is off platform?\" she asks, deliberately making the question simple."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"the other three platforms.\" answers a \"recorded\" message on the demon."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Interesting... \n\nWisp decided more questions needed to be asked. (Compressed together for speed of response)\n\n \"What is on the other three platforms?\" \n \"Is it safe to jump down to them?\" \n \"Can we get back easily if we jump down?\" \n \"What is the rock?\" \n \"Is there anything we should be careful of?\" \n\nShe asks the questions in succession, waiting for a reply before moving on to the next."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by pingcode20 \n Interesting... \n\nWisp decided more questions needed to be asked. (Compressed together for speed of response)\n\n \"What is on the other three platforms?\" \n \"Others platforms to stand on, and to go from buttom to top, and vica versa.\" \n \"Is it safe to jump down to them?\" \n \"Jumping down is rather safe.\" \n \"Can we get back easily if we jump down?\" \n \"Its a cycle, down is up.\" \n \"What is the rock?\" \n \"Its what you seek\" \n \"Is there anything we should be careful of?\" \n \n\"Too many mistakes summons the guardian demons. more mistakes=stronger demons.\" \n\nShe asks the questions in succession, waiting for a reply before moving on to the next. \n \n\nanswering one by one in the quote, red."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " One last question \n \"What constitutes a mistake?\" \n \"Alright, you can go.\" \n\nWisp releases the fascination on the housecat-demons and lets them run off. If/When she sees Thyria preparing to take a potshot at the housecat-demons, she quickly steps in front of her. She wasn't quite sure if killing the demons would release bigger, badder demons, but she wasn't going to take any chances, now that she knew they existed.\n\n \"Wait! Don't kill them! Not to be sentimental or anything, but apparently there's bigger, badder demons that'll come out if we mess up too many times.\" \n\nWisp also relates the responses of the demons to Thyria, and anybody else who asks."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Huh? \" Thyria is rather surprised when Wisp steps between her and the demons but she does not shoot.\n\n\" I threw a small stone down and it disappeared, I guess it appeared on the other platform. If I understand correctly, it is safe to always go down and we will return to this spot again if we go always down. But once we start going up, we will end up elsewhere... \"\n\n\" Maybe you could try a spell to retrieve the stone. If this doesn't work then we have no other choice but walk the round, always jumping down and trying to solve other riddles there before we can come back with a solution \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \"a mistake. is everything you are doing that takes you one step backwords.\" "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "Wisp nods. \"I think I've got one spell which might do the trick.\" \n\nShe heads back down to the orb, and casts Mage Hand to try and pick it up. \"Say, orb, do you know the same premade responses that the housecat-demons know?\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "(damn low activity...)\n\nThe mage hand lifts the stone with ease.\nthe orb responds \"no, i have a will of my own.\" "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " \"You know what their responses would be, though?\" asks Wisp, keeping the orb hovering at a safe distance of a foot from her.\n\n \"It wouldn't be giving undue help if you did respond with the housecat-demons' answers, would it?\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\nGives Wisp thumbs up, \" Great, now we have it! \"\n\nshe asks one question after the other:\n((OOC: compressed into one post to save time, like Wisp some time ago))\n\n What is the pedestal for? \n How can we use it? \n Are you the mind orb? \n\nif not:\n What is your job: guide / key? \n Where is the mind orb? \n How do we get it? \n Are there any treasures hidden on the other platforms? \n What is on the other platforms anyway? \n Where will we arrive when we jump down? \n What are the dangers do we have to expect there? \n What happens if we walk up the platform and jump there? \n How do we leave this plane? "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \"I know their answers, but i will only answer when you ask the right questions\" the orb says. \"The pedestal is to guard me, the mind orb, from falling into the hands of fools. making mistakes is a danger here, and to get out you must reach the top level, the rest i refuse to answer until you prove yourself.\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Now, you really are the mind orb, one of the five powerful orbs? Not just a mind orb? \"\n\n\nLooking at her comrades, \" Fine, let's get going up then. Anyone wanna do something before we leave? \"\n\n\" Wait a second \", she asks the orb again, \" What is the safest path to reach the top level? Going simply up or jumping down until the circle closes? \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \"there is only one mind orb. and i will say that walking is not a good way to get up.\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " grab the orb and let us get out of here. I'm tired of these mind games. "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " The question is which way?\nWalking up might be dangerous.\nJumping down seems to be safe and the platforms form a circle where up is down.\n\nI'd like to try going down, see if we can reach the top platform this way. "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " Then let us go down. "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \n \"Well, no sense in waiting. Seize the day, as it is said.\" \n\nWisp, taking the orb with her (using the mage hand, of course), throws caution to the wind and jumps off."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((others follow?))"
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Matthew's eyes go wide as wisp jumps. However, he will not let a companion down, even in a group as crazy as this one. taking a deep breath, Matthew jumps off the side of the platform."
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " \"I suppose we've all taken leave of our senses. Stupendous.\" Sling comments wryly as he too jumps over the edge after the bard and psion."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Damn demon cats, it's your lucky day that I have no time for you \" and with these words she follows."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "you all fall down, the suddenly you appear on a platform.\nyou can see a pedestal, a stone archway, and a man in gray cloating that says \"now, give me the orb maggots\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Thyria does not hesitate to take action while he is still talking...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nOOC: please I really need some more detail to act in a situation like this.\n\nHow big is the platform?\nWhere do we stand on the platform?\nHow far away is he?\ndoes he look like a very strong person? like a weak person (physically)?\ndoes he wear cloths or armor? what kind?\ndoes he carry weapons? what kind?\nis he alone?\ncan we see beyond the archway?\n\nis he just talking? and can be surprised? (meaning I can act now or do I need to bluff him to surprise him?) or is he combat ready (we have to roll initiative and higher goes first?)\n "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "initiative (whenever it will be needed) (1d20+5)[ 14 ] \n\nMatthew, already rather peturbed that he hadn't figured out how to move the mind stone, decides to let it out on this man. With a pop, a ray of frost shoots from Matthews outstretched hand, slamming into the man with great force. (energy push, cold)\n\n (2d6+2)[ 7 ] \nfort save DC: 15 for half\nstrenght check DC 15 or be pushed backwards 5'/5 damage taken as if bullrushed."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((1-about 50 feet across. the archway and pedestal are on the edge, so is the man in gray.\n\n2-on the other edge\n\n3-hard to tell\n\nhe is along, wearing no armor and no weapons visible.))\n\nothers want init roll?"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\ninitiative: (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \n\nShe wants to attack the guy but it depends on who wins initiative what she can do.\n\nEDIT: really bad roll, I guess I can watch the show for a while until it's Thyria's turn."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \n Initiative - (1d20+1)[ 14 ] \n \"When on the planes... Do as the outsiders do!\" \n\nUnderstanding the grave importance that it needed to be kept out of these robed peoples' hands, Wisp put as much distance between her and the greycoat (likely Tarsiv or one of his followers) and grabbed at the orb - if she needed to run, mage hand would not be good enough to keep up, so it was either this or simply punt it off the platform and try to keep up."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Will Save - (1d20+4)[ 6 ] \n\nEDIT: Guess not. Waiting on 'shove off platform' part with mage hand.\n "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " \"Lovely.\" \n Init: - (1d20+5)[ 25 ] \n\nOOC: If Sling wins initiative, he will attack the man.\n attack: - (1d20+2)[ 5 ] \n damage: - (1d4+1)[ 5 ] \n Possible Sneak attack: - (1d6)[ 4 ] \n\nIf someone else attacks the cloaked man first, Sling will tumble to get flanking.\n tumble: - (1d20+7)[ 20 ] \n\nI believe Sling still has his kukri out, as I never said anything about putting it away."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "Turn order:\nsling\ngray man\nwisp\nmattew\nthyria\n(the quitter paladin)\n\nsling gives a bad aimed stab to the man, that is easly dodged.\nthe man on his side summons two rat swarms.\nwisp grabs the orb and backs away.\nmattew hits the man with a ray of frost with full power and the man flys off the platform, only to crash on it soon after, looking body-broken. (i mean, things are at unnatural angles)\n(thyria?)"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\nKnowing from experience that you have to bring down the casters first, Thyria moves over to the gray man and stabs him viciously. She positions herself so that she and Sling flank him.\n\nattack(rapier) prone(AC-4) man: (1d20+6)[ 26 ] +2 (if flanking works)\ndamage (1d6+2)[ 4 ] + sneak (1d6)[ 1 ] (if flanking)\n\n after the attack she tries to discern if the man is still conscious.\n \"spot\" - (1d20+4)[ 8 ] \n\nshould he be alive still and trying to stand up or cast a spell, attack of opportunity to disrupt his concentration:\nattack(rapier) man: (1d20+6)[ 18 ] +2 (if flanking works)\ndamage (1d6+2)[ 4 ] + sneak (1d6)[ 1 ] (if flanking)"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " OOC: possible crit! yay! 😁 \n \"confirm\" - (1d20+6)[ 19 ] +2(if flanking)\n \"additional damage\" - (1d6+2)[ 8 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "as the well aimed stab hits him he screams in pain., the paladin attempts to swing at a rat swarm, without much success.\n\nnext round.\n\ncurrent stats:\n\nsling-near the archway\ngray man-on the floor near the middle of the platform\nwisp-near the far edge of the arcway\nmattew-slightly closer to the center then wisp\nthyria-over the gray man, next to swarm B\n<the quitter paladin>-near the gray man and swarm A\nrat swarm A-near the paladin\nrat swarm B-next to thyria"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\nThe tiefling continues battering at the gray clad man, she makes a 5ft. step to the side (if necessary) to be able to flank together with the paladin.\n\n TWF:rapier - (1d20+6)[ 10 ] damage - (1d6+2)[ 4 ] + sneak - (1d6)[ 3 ] \n TWF:mace - (1d20+5)[ 19 ] damage - (1d6+1)[ 6 ] + sneak - (1d6)[ 2 ] \n \n Spoiler \n I added +2 attack bonus from flanking together with the paladin\n\nif you need attacks of opportunity from Thyria (for example the man stands up or does something else like spellcasting that provokes one)\n AoO:rapier - (1d20+8)[ 21 ] damage - (1d6+2)[ 6 ] + sneak - (1d6)[ 2 ] \n\nif he stands up and walks way before she can attack twice, Thyria will follow and attack, please use the first TWF:rapier roll for a single attack.\n "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": "Sling looks surprised as the gray man is blasted off the platform. An evil smile crosses his face as them man lands prone. Sling quickly tumbles to the opposite side of the man as Thyria and aims at him with his kukri.\n\nOOC: tumble: - (1d20+7)[ 26 ] \n attack: - (1d20+4)[ 7 ](11) \n damage: - (1d4+1)[ 5 ] \n sneak damage: - (1d6)[ 2 ] "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Wanting this fight over, Matthew summons up another psionic attack, putting as much as he can into it. With a pop heard by all, Matthew attacks his opponents mind. (Mind Thrust augmented 3 PP)\n\nwill save 15 or take (3d10)[ 9 ] damage."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((wisp? action please?))"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \nWisp, noticing that their attacker had been rendered prone, decides to hold off on leaping (on the off chance that he brought friends) and releases the orb, the mage hand floating it in the air again.\n\nFlipping to a page in her book, she begins to recite a short passage in draconic over and over, creating a very eerie ambience and having a marked effect on her opponents' defences.\n\n Inspire Courage "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "The gray man is taking hits by thyria and slings, he dosent move, but he says \"that cant kill my kind fools\"\nMat's attack is resisted.\nWisp casts Inspire Courage.\nthe paladin swings at swarm A and hits.\nSwarm A swarms the paladin.\nSwarm B swarms Thyria.\n\nnext turn. the paladin and thyria must make a DC 12 Fortitude save in order to be able to attack. (same square with a rat swarm)"
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "with yet another pop, Matthew sends even more material flying at the robed man, this time a large crystal.\n\nranged touch attack: (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \ndamage: (3d6)[ 9 ] "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((It may seem a little superfluous, but Matthew gets a +1 to the attack roll from Inspire Courage.))\n\n Wisp \nWisp, lacking any magicks to employ further, continues the draconic chant.\n\n Maintain Concentration on Inspire Courage "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\nShe looks at the man, if he shows any wounds after being stabbed. Stepping away from the swarm she engages the man once more.\n\nOOC:\n fortitude - (1d20+5)[ 15 ] \n5ft. step away from the swarm\nAssuming his is still on the gruond and has no weapons drawn (being a magician) Thyria tries to change tactics and prevent him from talking and casting. While grappling him she inflicts non-lethal damage, choking him into unconsciusness, and shoves her spikes into his flesh just in case it helps.\n\n touch - (1d20+9)[ 17 ] includes flank+2\n opposed grapple - (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \n choke damage - (1d3+3)[ 4 ] and spikes spikes - (1d6+3)[ 9 ] \nall rolls include courage+1"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((sling has still not posted an action))"
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": "Sling's grin fades as the opponent states his invincibility. He changes his focus from attacking the mans body to attempting to slice open his head. After all, that's where the mind is contained.\n\nOOC: I'm not sure about the specific rules for attacking body parts...\n attack: - (1d20+4)[ 11 ] \n damage: - (1d4+1)[ 2 ] \n sneak damage: - (1d6)[ 1 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "after thyria strikes the man (sling missed again) he seems to disappear saying \"that didn't work well\"\nmat's action is no longer relevant.\nwisp does his thing.\nthe paladin strikes a swarm.\nswarm A is all over the paladin.\nswarm B swarms thyria again for 3 damage.\n\n((it was more easy then i thought it will be...))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\nShe tries to adapt to the quickly changing situation. With the man gone (she had a grip on him so she assumes he teleported away instead of simply turning invisible) all that is left are the swarms. She sidesteps another five feet, brushing some nasty rodents away and attacks the same swarm that has already taken damage from the paladin.\n\n rapier - (1d20+5)[ 8 ] , piercing damage - (1d6+3)[ 8 ] \n light mace - (1d20+5)[ 22 ] , bludgeoning damage - (1d6+2)[ 5 ] \nOOC:all rolls include +1 courage\n\n EDIT: mace attack should be only +4 = 21, sorry for the mistake "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \nWisp, by now sorely feeling the poor decision not to carry a crossbow for self defence, stops the chanting and puts away the large volume.\n\nShe sighs, and whistles shrilly.\n\n \"Come on, pull back. Those rats won't last too long without their master.\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"Come everyone, through the archway! Leave the swarms, they'll die soon enough on their own.\" Matthew calls, before taking his own advice and running through the archway."
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": "Sling angrily lowers his weapon. He doesn't sheathe it for fear there might be someone else through the archway. He moves with elven grace to the archway and pauses for a second. He looks back at Wisp. \"Don't forget the stone.\" With that said, he moves through the archway."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((perhaps i was not clear about this. there is nothing on the other side of the archway. only an archway at the edge of the platform, and a pedestal. quick look reveals there is a glove on it.))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Ask the orb before you go through anywhere! \"\n\n((we have posted actions, so what happens ? Thyria not bring an expert in summoned swarms keeps fighting until her colleagues disappear through the arch and don't just appear back again - then she will follow - or the swarms disappear or die. please proceed))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "x_x\nnot real smart are we?\n\nWhile thyria and the paladin are fighting off the swarms (with some successes), mat runs to the archway, only to fall of from the other side, seeing this sling makes a quick choice NOT to follow.\nMat quickly falls of the sky on to the platform.\nYou hear the gray man's voice saying \"I was dumb to come here while i am so weak. you are simply dumb.\" and you see a ghostly figure of him hovering above the platform.\n\nMat:\n \n Spoiler \n\nPn your fall you saw the other platforms. one contains a lot of demons, the other is where you found the orb and the third has a stairway up, and a stairway down. seems like both leading to nowhere.\n "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "As long as the are swarms still live, Thyria will help the paladin with the fighting. She seems to enjoy killing the rodents, if you care to read her expression, cause you see her very eager and focussed on the task and yet smiling each time a rat goes pop.\n\nthis round:\n rapier-at - (1d20+4)[ 16 ] , rapier-dmg - (1d6+2)[ 4 ] \n mace-at - (1d20+3)[ 12 ] , mace-dmg - (1d6+1)[ 5 ] \nnext round (if you want to speed up):\n rapier-at - (1d20+4)[ 11 ] , rapier-dmg - (1d6+2)[ 4 ] \n mace-at - (1d20+3)[ 13 ] , mace-dmg - (1d6+1)[ 3 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "well. with thyria and the paladin, this round alone makes it that the swarms does not survive before their turn comes. so here you are on a platform with:\n\n-a down going stairway\n-an archway on the edge on the platform\n-a pedestal with a glove on it."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Thyria looks around to see if the ghost man is still hovering in the vicinity.\n\nOffering Mathew a hand to stand up she says, \" That went well, after a fashion. I think we should ask our orb a few questions, for example: what's with this glove and archway? \"\n\nShe also goes over to the stairway going down, trying to find out where it leads.\n spot - (1d20+4)[ 13 ] \n listen - (1d20+4)[ 12 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "thyria:\n \n Spoiler \n\nit leads to an empty platform with another stairway down on it.\n "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": "Sling moves cautiously towards the glove. About five feet from the pedestal, he stops and examines the ground leading towards it. His memory of the mind stone's pedestal fresh in his mind. Once he finishes examining the ground, he examines the pedestal. If he determines that it is safe to do so, he will pick up the glove.\n\nOOC: search, ground - (1d20+8)[ 26 ] \n search, pedestal - (1d20+8)[ 13 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "nothing happens when you inspect the pedestal.\nsling:\n \n Spoiler \n\nyou can find an inscription saying \"tamer of the orb\" on the pedestal, VERY small letters.\n "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "picking himself up, matthew grins. While not the brightest thing I've ever done, That did have some helpful consequences. I saw the other platforms, ones swarming in demons, the one where we found the orb is like it was when we left, and then there is one more with a staircase going up and one going down. I think thats where we gotta go, we just need to find out how to get to it. "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" This staircase just leads down to an empty level. I wonder what this archway is supposed to do. Do you think we must go through this plane in one swoop or should we find a safe place to rest? \""
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "we definitely need to rest, I need time for my mind to recharge its psionic powers."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \n \"Yes, let's call it a night.\" \n\nWisp produces her bedroll from nowhere, and unfurls it next to the pedestal, dropping the orb on the glove. While everyone is setting up, Wisp stares at the orb sitting on the glove.\n\n \"So, little orb... Each orb binds to one person...\" she says aloud.\n\n \"And you are supposed to bind to one of us...\" \n\nDeciding that if there was one of the group who the orb would bind to, and if the Sigilite wasn't it, then everybody may as well try - if it was merely a criteria of a person, then surely the correct person would be able to pick it up without any fiddling.\n\nShe reaches out, and tries to pick up the orb.\n\n Will - (1d20+4)[ 12 ] "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": "Sling stares long and hard at the glove. \"I'm not touching it.\" He gets up and walks over to Matthew. A disdainful expression is on his face. \"That thing said it was the mind orb. You're the one amongst us with the most training of mind. I suppose it should be your orb. You might also want that glove. I'm sure it will help.\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "once wisp drops the orb of the glove, you can see a glow coming from the glove, and a hole, that is the same size size of the orb, opens up in the glove.\noverall its not such big. you could have several more on the glove."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \n \"Well, this is new. I think we're getting somewhere.\" \n\nThe pauses and tries to think of what to do next.\n\n \"Wait a minute. Did I grab the orb back there?\" \n\nWisp tries picking up the orb, glove and all. ((Will save in previous post))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "ok. you picked up the orb. nothing happens."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \n \"Hmm... Say, orb, aren't you normally supposed to knock people back?\" asks Wisp, taking the orb and glove over to Matthew, and passing it to him."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \"Well actually. it was the pedestal that did that, i have no such power.\" says the orb."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\nShe nods, first at Sling, \" Right, Mat should try it, but don't forget Wisp was able to pick it up, I wouldn't rule her out \" then at Matthew \" Right, having you and Wisp back at full casting power may be the difference between death and success \"\n\n\" Say orb, is it safe to stay on this platform for a few hours? \""
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Matthew takes a deep breath, remembering what happened the last couple of times he tried to grab the orb. Even though he heard the orb say he couldn't do it, his mind still thought it would happen. \"alright, here goes nothing.\" He mutters, picking up the glove, and putting it on his right hand ((makes me wanna do the moonwalk! lol)), before grabbing the orb firmly with the now gloved hand. \"So, little orb, what must one do to bind with you?\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \"well? there is a hole in that glove. and its not for nothing.\" says the orb. \"Anyway, you might want to get off this plane ASAP, only a few more hours before the demon platform will contact the stairs.\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Matthew decides to try one thing before they get outta Dodge. He places the orb in the hole of the glove, to see if anything happens. while doing this, he tells his companions whats happening. We don't have time to rest I'm afraid, as those demons I saw will reach the stairs in a few hours. I suggest we get out of here, and THEN we can try to figure this little orb out. "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "As mat puts the orb into the hole, he understand it would not fit as his hand is blocking it. however the orb seems to slide in anyway, entering his hand.\n \"Much better!\" says the orb, as she changes color to cyan.\nonce this happens the pedestal the glove was on brakes apart, revealing a dial with nine arrows on it, one facing up. \"Last one, i promise\" says the orb \"Turning the dial sets the target plane, currently it is set on none, so the gate is closed, but each time a person crosses the dial spins on its own, so you must figure out how to get the same to face up every time.\" ((before you ask, all arrows are identical.))"
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " Well, thats half the job done. Now we just need to get out of here. hmm... Matthew walks up and starts to fiddle with the dial, to see if he can move it without someone going through the gate."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "The dial moves with ease, after the first turn a cyan planar gate appears in the archway, each turn after that made the gate to blink in bright white for a moment, then turn back to cyan."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "\"What plane are your brethren on?\" Matthew asks the orb."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Hmm.. you figured it out I'd say. You could be the operator while the rest of us leaves and follow last. The question now is, which is the plane we should travel to? \""
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"what plane, and how do i turn it back to the right arrow after it spins. Remember, it spins randomly after you enter, and all these arrows look alike.\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \"Well. the last time i saw them, the orb of elements was on ravnica, the orb of life was on heran, the orb of fusion was on jeno and the orb of time was on an unnamed plane, i don't think the people there know about the other planes.\" says the orb. \"But none of these planes can be reached from this gate.\" \nAfter a quick phase she adds \"Well. you probebly go to the control tower, if you can figure how to get there. i have no clue.\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "\" None can be reached from here? In that case, why not do some plane hopping? I haven't done that in years!\" Matthew spins the dial, and then waits for it to stop. \"how about this plane?\" he asks. \"Oh, wait, almost forgot, gotta mark it. Any wizard here know the little mark making cantrip? If not, i'll see if i can scratch this dial, though i doubt it.\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \"I don't think that will work. besides you should really think of a way to check WHERE are you going to before you go. some planes are quite hostile. and I know most planes.\" says the orb with a worried voice."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"I'm from Sigil, I know all about plane traveling good orb. Though you raise a good point. With no way to be sure without stepping into it though, how are we supposed to do that? I suppose we could try sticking our head through... "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \"No. even a slight touch will pull you in.\" says the orb."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"I figured so. You know guys\" he turns to the others \"If you have any idea please let me know.\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Thyria asks the orb, \" How do we go to the plane we came from? What is down there and where does it lead in the end? \". The last question is accompanied by pointing down the stairs."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \"As i said. the orb of life was last seen in heran, where you came from. and none of the locations this leads to is any place the orbs are.\" says the orb \"and for the stairs, they lead anywhere on this plane actually. its a matter of how much do you go up or down.\" "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \n \"Well, unless anybody else has any ideas, we may as well choose one and go through.\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \"I thought we been through this? once a person crosses, the dial spins at random to another arrow.\" says the orb.\n\n((its quite simple actually.))"
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"how fast does it spin?\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \"No idea. too fast for me to see.\" says the orb \"but there is GOT to be some mark. how could my maker get back to the control tower otherwise?\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"true, true. Who is your maker anyway?\" Matthew asks, in his mind realizing how odd it was that he was making random conversation with a small stone.\n\nWhile asking this, Matthew will seach the stone for any marks or signs.\nsearch: (1d20+3)[ 17 ](20) "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " \"Would it be possible for you to hold the dial in place to prevent spinning? Or perhaps we could all go through the same portal at once.\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \"Instant transport at the moment you touch it. so unless you are dead accurate it would not work. and with the force of that spin i doubt one of you can hold it.\" says the orb, also getting a feeling it is strange that she talks to a human.\n \"As for my maker, i am not sure who he was. not from any race i know, and i know nearly all. he hid me here when he was dying of old age, but he never used our power to his fullest.\" \n\nBTW: no visible marks on the dial. ((come on. its THAT easy. a level 1 char could do it.))"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \nWisp decides to examine the archway, and watches it carefully for any changes when it turns.\n\n \"Alright, trip it again.\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((i assume you do. and i made necessary rolls))\n\nthere appears to be a SLIGHT difference in color for each arrow, but too hard to tell by that."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "When the gates open and close Thyria tries to listen for the sound the gates make, maybe it is possible to distinguish the planes by that.\n\n listen - (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \n\nShe also examines the glove that Matthew is wearing closely if it somehow fits onto the dial."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "no.\n\nplease people. its more basic then that. 1 action is all it takes."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Thyria looks at the dial and the arrows and simply counts them."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Thyria looks at the dial and the arrows and simply counts them."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "as said before, 9 arrows."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((so what is the problem? there is a dial, 9 arrows and each one stands for a plane. Let's say the one pointing to the left is number one, the next is two and so on. It shouldn't be hard to choose one, for example 3, and all you have to do after a person goes through is to reset the dial to arrow 3.))\n\n\" I think that operating is pretty easy, the hard part is to know which one is the safe plane. We could keep looking further on this plane, maybe we find some more clues or this control tower \""
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "((How, pray tell, are we supposed to know which one was #3? IT SPINS TO FAST TO KEEP TRACK OF, REMEMBER? not to mention ALL THE ARROWS LOOK THE SAME))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((hold it so it cannot spin? you have a protective glove))"
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "((boomwolf already said that we can't do that.))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((sigh. 9 arrows. there is A REASON why its 9. 1 is nothing, that leaves 8. what else do 8 represent in DnD that is easy to keep track of? its THAT easy.\n\nmaybe i did this qustion a bit too hard. but you only need basic understanding of how the world works in DnD, in the universal prospect. this thing is ALWAYS the same.))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Scratching her head Thyria sits down, \" I have no clue. You figure it out, I follow you \". She takes her time tending to the wounds and cleaning weapons.\n\n((OOC: for starters I have no clue what the dial and arrows look like\n\ncould be this: 8 arrows are painted on a movable disk, 1 moves independently\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nor this: the dial is made of 9 gauges, each one has it's own arrow\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nor one dial with 9 arrows in it, like a clock with 9 instead of 3 pointers.\n\nor even, with enough imagination there could be some levers to control the arrows (with settings up/down)\n\nHowever, I do not understand what the big deal is to set them into the same position after they reset, just take a piece of paper and draw a picture then adjust the arrows exactly like on the picture.\n\nMy point is that it should be easy to set the dial, what we do not know is where to go. Control tower sounds good but we have no clue on which plane it is (meaning: how to set the dial to control tower). Heran would be sensible but the gates do not lead there.\n\nabout the number 8: sounds like directions on a compass to me N,W,S,E and the four in between. It cannot be alignments cause those would be best represented by a 3x3 matrix, which has 9 fields, not 8 directions. What else is a basic world concept of DnD?\n))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((actually its more of mat's and wisp's line of things.\nanyway, its one movable disk with 9 arrows painted on it.\nthe problem is that no matter what arrow is faced up, it looks the same. at least to the naked eye.\nthere is another simple solution to this. i mean, other then finding what one is what, you KNOW one now. one closes it.))"
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "((D'OH. I can set it up however y'all want. now we gotta pick an arrow to go to. lets number the arrows 1-8, with 1 being the arrow directly to the left of the dead arrow))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((took you awhile to figure it out. there is another way to do this too, and thats slightly better, but that was the all-can-do solution. the other is only for some.))"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((We're actually out of magic zapping power for today. Presumably Detection spells would be handy, but we've got a matter of hours left and we can't rest to recharge.\n\nAlso, assuming you managed to figure it out ingame as well.\n\nAnd yes, I know alignments are an obvious explanation.))\n\n Wisp \nWisp listens as Matthew figures out how to configure the dial.\n\n \"Hmm... 8 destinations. One is dead.\" she muses aloud.\n\n \"What about Magic ? Abjuration, Conjuration, Divination, Enchantment, Evocation, Illusion, Necromancy, and Transmutation?\" she asks, rattling off the first example to go through her head."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "The orb humms to herself and says \"Could be. but i can't detect magic.\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Great, you figured it out! \", Thyria stands up again.\n\n\" So we have 8 possible destinations. What is eight? \" she pauses between sentences to give the orb an opportunity to throw in a remark.\n\n\" North, West, South, East and the directions in-between. Does it make sense when it comes to plane travel? If there was some kind of map maybe. \"\n\n\" Planes... there are hells and heavens or so I heard. Good and evil, Law and Chaos. If you mix that, you could get nine directions. I heard about the nine Hells, the Abyss and the Celestal Realms but don't know any other. Does it mean the neutral arrow doesn't lead anywhere? Hmm... maybe it doesn't have to because this plane is neutral, so it sortof opens a gate from here to here \"\n\n\" Maybe elements... Fire, Water, Earth, Electricity, Sound, Air and like the guys in Heran teach: Life, Death. No wait, Air is Electricity.. damn I always mix this up \"\n\n\" Say orb, is there a library somewhere on this plane or a study of your creator where we could find more clues? \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " 'He study is probably on the control tower. but i have no idea how to reach it.\" says the orb."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Is the study on this plane? \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \"No, its in the control tower, sheesh.\" says the orb in despair. after a short phase she adds \"Oops. forgot to mention the tower is a plane of his own.\" \n\n((do you have nothing to say or are you all not even here?))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" Yeah, well... 2 choices: One is select one plane at random and go there. Two is go down the stairs and search this plane for more clues. \"\n\nShe looks at her comrades, \" Any other choices you see? If not what shall we do? Unless someone has a better idea, I'd like to search this plane and use the time until the demon platform arrives. We always have the option to pick a plane and go there but we don't know if we can get back here. \""
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " Let's look around this plane for now, but make sure we can get back here to jump if we have to. I dont want to run out of time and get killed by demons. "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((I really have nothing to say in this situation.))\n\nWisp nods. \"Very well. There's nothing much more we can do here.\" "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " \"Tis isn't my area of expertise. I will go along with whatever you decide.\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \"Actually. once i leave this plane it will cruble in a few minutes as his sole purpose is to protect me.\" says the orb.\n\n((if you gonna scan the place you gonna need search rolls.))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" What?! There's got to be some way to move you around. Tarsiv wanted to unite all orbs after all. Unless the idea was to bring all to other orbs to you of course... but I doubt Terenis would have sent us here first. \"\n\n Thinking hard for a second \n\n\" So if I get it right, once we toss the orb through a planar gate, Tarsiv is screwed big time? No orb, no power. It's an option, don't you think? Let's see maybe we do find something else here \"\n\n((OOC: looking for clues))\nsearch this platform: \n Spoiler \n\n spot - (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \n search - (1d20+7)[ 26 ] \n listen - (1d20+4)[ 6 ] \n \n\ndetail search of what is left of the pedestal: \n Spoiler \n\n spot - (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \n search - (1d20+7)[ 16 ] \n listen - (1d20+4)[ 13 ] \n \n\ndetail search of the arc: \n Spoiler \n\n spot - (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \n search - (1d20+7)[ 15 ] \n listen - (1d20+4)[ 11 ] \n \n\nstairs down: \n Spoiler \n\n spot - (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \n search - (1d20+7)[ 24 ] \n listen - (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \n \n\nplatform below: \n Spoiler \n\n spot - (1d20+4)[ 8 ] \n search - (1d20+7)[ 9 ] \n listen - (1d20+4)[ 13 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \"SIGH, no, only THIS plane will crumble. any other plane wont change, and if i am off this plane why should it matter to m if this plane crumbles?\" says the orb.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nthere is another stairway down from the lower platform, and when you searched the stairs you noticed that they change as you move.\nyou can't find anything else.\n "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Scouting ahead, always down until something of interest appears\n \n Spoiler \n\ndown the stairs, next platform. down the next stairs, next platform....\n spot - (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \n listen - (1d20+4)[ 10 ] \n search - (1d20+7)[ 24 ] (and trapfinding)\n move silently - (1d20+7)[ 17 ] \n hide - (1d20+9)[ 23 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nyou see two \"demon housecats\" doing a tag-o-war with a hat, and a corpse is sitting next to them.\n "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \nWisp sees more of the demon housecats, having been following Thyria around, and raises an eyebrow, switching to abyssal. \"You again?\" she says aloud.\n\n \"How do you open a gate to the control tower?\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"we weee\" says the demon. ((no, he does not know that.))"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \nWisp turns to Thyria, shrugs, and tries asking another question.\n\n \"Is there any way to tell the difference between the portals?\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"yes, there is, each is represented by another source of magic.\" says the demon in a recorded voice."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" Where do the gates lead to? \"\n\n\" Who is this dead man? \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"the dead man is a shadowsoul that failed the tests.\" says the demon \"where each gate leads is up to you to discover. but the answer is no on this plane.\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Heh, it's nice to know those pesky cats will also crumble when we leave here \"\n\n(( am I right that further down we will find the pedestal where the stone was on and a jump down will bring us to the platform with the archway? ))\n\nThyria continues searching for new clues until coming back to the beginning.\n search - (1d20+7)[ 23 ] \n\n\" Matthew, being a telepath and all, maybe you could try to link your mind to the gate control device? All the stuff around here seems to be artifacts with a conscience or at least things with thinking patterns imprinted on them. You and the mind orb somehow bonded, maybe you can get some information from the other device as well? \"\n\n\" Call it a last try. Since there are no more clues anywhere else on this plane, if you cannot learn anything about the gates or the planes that they lead to we will have to select one at random. Assuming the orb is right, after you leave this plane - don't forget to wait until the rest of us went through - everything here will be destroyed. No second chances to do anything with the devices here. \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((yes, you are right. and every stairway seems to change when you are walking on it.))"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \n \"It is a shame I've used all my magic. If I still had any left, I could have simply examined the gates and we would know which was which.\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"it might just work. Let me try to set up a mindlink with this thing. Matthew reaches out with his mind to the control device.\n\n(mindlink with the control device, 1PP cost)"
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " \"We could mark an arrow somehow. When it spins really quickly, it wouldn't knock off an ink stain or anything? We could use that reference arrow to make sure we all got to the same plane. I think it's pretty important that we remain together.\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "mf11\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nyou quickly notice 8 different minds. each \"screaming\" a a word or two words, over and over.\nthe words are:\nPhyrexia\nWater ways\nIllamon\nShadowSoul\nAbeir-Toril\nGesis\nTentaril\nEarth\n "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Listening slightly longer after that, Matthew repeats the words to the group (keeping the mind link up however. it could be useful.).\n\n \"all i heard was 8 words yelled over and over again: Phyrexia, Water ways, Illamon, ShadowSoul, Abeir-Toril, Gesis, Tentaril, and Earth. Does anyone know what those are? "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Bardic Knowledge - (1d20+5)[ 15 ] \n Wisp \nWisp pauses, and thinks to see which ones she has heard of."
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " \"Judging from the situation we're in, I would say they are planes. Isn't Abeir-Toril the one we were just on? That's the only one that rings a slight bell. All the others I have never heard of before in my life.\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((actually you were on heran.))\n\nwisp:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nthe following are a bit familiar:\n\nPhyrexia-plane of utter darkness ruled by necromancery and machines.\nShadowSoul-the origin of the shadowsouls, not a nice place.\nEarth-a magic-less world that in largely avoided by planewalkers.\nWater Ways-a dangerus world that is used as a small hub that reaches to dozens of planes.\n\nyou never heard on the others.\n "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" Wait, Gesis? \", you notice her raising eyebrows.\n\n\" Actually -if it isn't just a coincidence- that's the world where my parents stranded \" pausing briefly \" 15 years ago. \"\n\nShe concentrates on recalling some facts, closing her eyes \" Yes, from gossip I heard it is known that in the last 50 (or like some say even 100 years) planar gates happen to open now and then. The empire is spending tons of gold and platinum researching that, but it's all top secret. They even have a kinda war with some closer druids. \"\n\nShe looks up and faces her comrades saying: \" If we go there, we will find a world with air to breathe, food to eat and ordinary people but , I really don't know how we should leave there again without some difficulty. Unless one of you is very rich and brought the family jewels \""
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \n \"I've heard of some. Phyrexia - No go. Zombies, Machines, Zombie Machines, and the odd Lich. Shadowsoul is exactly what it sounds like. Also no go. Earth is a dinky little backwater where magic is barricaded. To be honest, it would be more interesting travelling to the Elemental Plane of Perfectly Uniform Holes in the Ground. Water Ways? Most Planeswalkers don't like to talk about Water Ways.\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Knowledge (Planes): (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \n\n((I really should have put ranks in that, considering my background.))"
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " \"Well, we're not exactly looking for interesting. We're just looking for orbs. It might make sense to hide a very powerful magical object on a plane without any magic. Unfortunately, if there's no magic, how would we get back after we traveled there?\" "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \n \"Ah, but you're forgetting that we know the locations of the other orbs. And none of these are it. If we can eliminate as many as possible, we should be able to find the name of the control tower...\" \n\nYou can almost see a little light bulb appear over Wisp's head as she realises something.\n\n \"Say, orb, do you know the name of the control tower?\" \n\nAfter getting a response, she lists out what she thinks the different schools are.\n\n \"Alright, these each correspond to a school of magic, if it will help us any. Earth is obviously going to be Abjuration - what better to represent it than a plane with none? Phyrexia is also a simple one - that's Necromancy. I'm not sure about ShadowSoul, but shadow is often conjured by illusory magics, so ShadowSoul would likely be Illusion. The one we want is probably divination.\" \n Gates \n Abjuration - Earth\n Conjuration - (Waterways?)\n Divination - \n Enchantment - \n Evocation - \n Illusion - ShadowSoul\n Necromancy - Phyrexia\n Transmutation - \n Un-sorted \nWater ways\nIllamon\nAbeir-Toril\nGesis\nTentaril"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "mf11:\n \n Spoiler \n\nAbeir-Toril is a balanced world, rare with planar portals, this world is in constant war of good and evil from the day it was created. inhabited by mostly humans.\n\nEarth is a world with common planar portals, yet the only race in that world are humans, they are unaware of the planar portals and think of them as stupid things such as aliens.\n\nShadowSoul is a place were you do not want to go, every single man woman and child in that world are born purely evil, seeking nothing but power they are named the shadowsouls as they have a unique ability to take the souls of others as vassals for their own, on the other side, with no vassal they quickly disappear and cease to exist.\n \n\n \"Well. planar portals usually use magic energy from the target plane, not the exit. going into earth is much harder then out.\" says the orb \"And i have no clue what is the name of the control tower. but i doubt you can enter it at the moment anyway. it is pretty well protected, and will need a lot of repairs with all the time is was abandoned.\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Addressing the orb: \" What was the name of your creator? Did he say where he came from? \"\n\n\" We should choose a destination where we have good chances to find someone who knows the way to heran. \""
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \n \"I think the issue at hand is how to identify the ones we don't want to meet the inhabitants of.\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \"My creator. I don't know. I was the last created, and soon after my creation he made up his mind to hide us around the multiverse.\" says the orb \"And he denied all information on him from me. he thought it will be safer that way.\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "racking his brain, Matthew comes up with a few more useful pieces of information.\n \nAbeir-Toril, or Toril for short, has few portals, is nearly all human, and is in constant struggle between good and evil. a fairly normal plane in other words.\n\nEarth has portals, so we can get out of it. There are only humans on it, and they dont know of the existance of the portals, and they dont know of the plane -walkers.\n\nShadowSoul is nowhere good. Everyone is born evil, and quests for power. The people have the ability to steal souls. Not a fun time if i say so myself.\n\nI would recommend Abeir-Toril or Earth personally. "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" But how do we find the portals on Earth if the people living there don't know where they are and what they do? If we do, how long will it take? Do we have a way to locate portals? I have the feeling we must move fast, cannot afford to lose too much time \" she shakes her head.\n\n\" From what I hear I don't want to go to ShadowSoul or Phyrexia \"\n\n\" Some destinations are possible but not very promising: Earth has no knowledge of the planes (we could spend years there), Abeir-Toril has only few portals (could all be well guarded with the war going on), no information on Tentaril or Illamon (both are a big gamble). \"\n\n\" So for me it's either Gesis (my plane) or Water Ways (sounds like many planeswalkers will be there). \""
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"you remember when Wisp mentioned that planeswalkers dont like to mention the water ways? That is never a good sign. I'm from Sigil, the hub of all planes, and have never even HEARD of teh water ways. I dont think we should go there. It should be easy to find gates on Toril. whether or not we can go through them is the problem. I vote either Toril or Gesis "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((no activity from the other two members?))\n\n \"Well. i knew the waterways a little. planewalkers avoid it mostly because sigil is a safer hub that connects to more planes. but the waterways connect to about thirty precent of the planes.\" says the orb \"Anyway, we should hurry, the demon platform is getting close, and some of them will be able to cross pretty soon.\" \nAfter the orb speaks you hear a loud roar."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \nWisp looks out across where the roar came from, and yells back. \"Shut up! We're trying to plan our escape here!\" \n\nAfter yelling at the fast approaching demons, Wisp crosses the platform to spin the switches.\n\n \"Matthew, was there any change in the voices?\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "not that i can tell\n\n(there weren't any, right boomwolf?)"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((if there were, i would have told you.))"
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "((making sure))\n\n \"so, any idea what plane goes with which arrow? we're running out of time and i dont wanna make a blind jump.\" "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " \"We should go to Earth. It seems to be a safe plane of fools. If they can't tell where any planar portals are, they must not be very bright. I don't see us being in any real danger there. As for the others, they all sound extremely dangerous. I assume you know which arrow corresponds to which plane. Set it to a plane and let's leave. As the orb said, we don't have any time to spare.\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"alright. someone detect magic on that portal, tell me when you get abjuration.\" Once the caster is ready, Matthew will flip back to the dead arrow, then slowly going left 1 by 1 (counting how many he goes through) until abjuration is found."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \n \"That's the problem. I'm out of magic. If I wasn't, this would be a lot easier.\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" For all I know there are a lot of portals on Gesis, just like on Earth, and people research them. The orb also said that Water Ways is fine, just a bit more inconvenient and not quite so well connected as this Sigil of yours, thinking of which it's likely to have a link to Sigil. \"\n\n\" Whatever, just link up again, set it to one destination when we all go one by one and follow. As long as it isn't Phyrexxia nor ShadowSoul it can only be better than a platform full of demons \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((mf11, you CAN simple try to mindlink into a single arrow and see what he is ya know.))"
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "good point. however, i can only mindlink 4 more times b4 i'm out of PP. here's hoping i get lucky.\n\ni mindlike with the 1st working arrow."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nfirst working arrow yells \"water ways\". lucky if that is what you are looking for.\nmindlink another?\n "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "i try the 3rd arrow."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nPhyrexia for you.\nAt least you know what to avoid.\n "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "8th\n\nmaybe this one will be good"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nthis time you got tentaril.\n "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "and finally, arrow #2"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nthis one is Earth.\ni assume you could figure the patten if you knew what magic school Tentril/Water Ways belonged to.\n "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " \"Well? Have you made any progress? I'm sure it's very hard to stand there flipping to random arrows. That look of concentration... It must have been nearly impossible.\" Sling's voice loses it's sarcastic tone and he sounds bored and irritated. \"Let's go now.\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"The first arrow is the Waterways, the second is Earth, third is Phyrexia, and the eighth is tentaril. Which would you prefer to go to?\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" Sincerely? Gesis .. but that's not an option \" ,she shrugs.\n\n\" Waterways \""
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"If you can use the intellect you must have from being a wizard to figure out where gesis is, we can go there. but we have little time. Other wise, i also vote Waterways.\" "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \n \"Waterways? Well, if you really think that's a good idea, I'm not going to object. Waterways it is, then.\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Matthew sets the arrows to the first one. \"waterways it is then. first one, go through. "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " \"I would prefer the world of fools, but I don't particularly care.\" Sling mentions. He pulls out his kukri and looks at the portal. He waits for someone else to go through first before following them through."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \n \"No sense waiting for the demons to catch up.\" says Wisp, as she leaps through the portal, her guise shifting into what can only be accurately described as a thoroughly forgettable human female - a similar form to what she looked like in the brief seconds before she switched to the cloak and robes of the guard.\n\n Disguise - (1d20+25)[ 41 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((Safe to assume mat resets the dial and you all go one by one right?))\n\nYou find yourself in a room, about a 5 ft. cube. the room has one door and an arcway. once mat passes through the archway it collapses.\nThe door seems to be blocked from the inside (your side) by a large box."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\nShe follows next. Adopting Wisps idea she pulls up the hood of her cloak to cover her horns.\n\nOn the other side she puts a finger to her lips and listens. If all is clear she will examine the box."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "OOC: rolls\n \n Spoiler \n\n listen - (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \n search - (1d20+7)[ 24 ] (with trapfinding)\n\nexamine box, loot, then push it away, to clear way to the door\n\n open lock - (1d20+8)[ 24 ] if box or door locked\n disable device - (1d20+6)[ 10 ] if needed\n "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "looking around the room, matthew speaks up. \"so, everyone is here, right? Good. Looks like were not in any immediate danger, which is good...however, it is a little cramped.\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((its jest a box. no \"opening\" as far you can see. the door is locked by the fact the box is blocking it. other then that, nothing.))\n\nEEK!\nforgot to XP you!\n \nBattle XP: 120 each (it was an easy \"get used to\" fight, but you only won after you left the plane.)\n Story Arc XP : 100 each (don't jest used to it. not many story arcs. they are simply long.)"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((I'm going to save the humourously meta jokes for the levelup 😛))\n\n Wisp \n \"Well, if we're going to get out of here, we'll need to move the box. Let's all try and push it out of the way.\" suggests Wisp, taking up a position to support a push on the box."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "((to make sure i haven't missed any xp somewhere, were at 6420 xp, right guys? or am i off horribly somehow?))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((no, no 6420 is quite right.\nanyway, i gave you a chance to rest here. but if you don't want to, feel free.))"
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"everyone, before we go through this door into who knows what, shouldn't we rest? I dont know about you, but i am exhausted, and i doubt i could manifest even the simplest power "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" It's ok, let's rest \"\n\n OOC: \nI count 3420\n0 XP = level 1\n1000 XP = level 2\n3000 XP = level 3 (I'm L2 + LA1 for example)\n6000 XP = level 4 (next to go)"
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "((excellent observation Krelon. I'm pretty sure your correct there.))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((slow start, but don't worry. you got over the riddle orb. at least the first one.\n\ncan i assume you rest?))\n\nafter a good rest, you are disturbed by the sound of someone, or something, trying to open the door."
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": "Sling draws his hood around him. He grumbles about the lack of room, but does not deny that they need rest. As he is about to get up, he hears someone knock on the door. Very irritated, he looks at the door. He mutters something in undercommon about being disturbed and then looks at the others. His hand is on his kukri's hilt as he whispers to them. \"Do we move the box and let whoever is out there in?\" "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \n \"Would you rather we stay trapped in here until we starve?\" responds Wisp, as she moves to shove the box out of the way."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\nQuietly to Wisp: \" Wait, this door has been blocked from the inside, I'm sure we can get out of here later. \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "You took your time, and the following happened:\n\nYou hear a voice from outside (too loud to need listen check.) screaming \"I am going to kill that idiot niv! \"jest follow the map\" he says! damn it!\""
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \n \"You may have a point there. I think we've got ourselves a couple of treasure hunters. Point taken, let's have a poke around for another way out.\" \n Search - (1d20+2)[ 22 ] for a better way out.\n\nEDIT: Nat 20! 😁 😎"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((too bad there is nothing to find.))"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((Damn, thought as much. So nothing of interest at all?))\n\n Wisp \nAfter meticulously picking over the cramped area, Wisp shrugs at Thyria.\n\n \"Nothing. Let's just move the box.\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((assuming the voices outside are gone))\n\n Thyria \n\n\" Ok, let's see where we are \", she moves to help Wisp with the box. Pauses to listen and opens the door just an inch to peek out first before opening it. If all is clear and safe she'll open up and step outside. If there are obvious footprints in the dust or something similiar she'll try not to step on them.\n\n listen - (1d20+4)[ 24 ] \n((Is there light outside? Thyria has darkvision))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "Thyria:\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe door opens with quite some noise.\nAs you peek out, you see a tunnel with the same hight and wide as the room, it appear to have water up to your knees in it and you see that it goes both right and left. the tunnel is rather lit up by torches that are on the walls.\nas you step out you hear some voice asking \"Niv? is that you?\" that comes from around a corner.\n "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((damn door))\n\n Thyria \n\nShe leaves the entrance giving her comrades handsigns to stay behind.\n\n\" No, just someone lost, looking for the right way. Who's there? \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"I'm ash. did you see a pale man with blue hair?\" says the voice. \"The idiot told me to meet him here\" he continues as he comes into sight.\nhe is a dark-skinned man with red hair and red clothing. (not like the \"red guards\" from heran if that is what you were going to ask. jest red.) he has a red scarf over his face and goggles covering his eyes. he also hold something like a crossbow, but you have no idea what it is."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" I'm Thyria. No blue haired man \"\n\n\" It seems I lost my way here, can you tell me where we are exactly? \"\n\n OOC: \nThyria is standing 10 feet away from the door into the corridor, so the man cannot see the rest of the group (unless they choose to come out)"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"Actually i have no clue. the map niv gave me seems to be useless\" says the man \"I assume we should start wondering around hoping to find our destinations then? where do you need to go?\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Heh, it's quite complicated... I was looking for a gate to Heran, but I guess Sigil will work as well. The thing is, now I'm completely lost, so if you know a quick way out of here and preferably to a tavern that'd be enough for starters \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "He allows a light laugh \"You never been in the waterways before have you? this place is only a maze with multiple exits to dozens of planes. but i saw the gate to heran some time ago, if you want i could show you the way.\" says the man, lowering the crossbow-thing he is holding."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\nLooking the man she says, \" The gate to Heran - that would be just great, I hope you don't mind if some friends come along. \"\n\nShe pauses and adds, \" You are right, I am new here, but I'm not completely helpless. I'm glad you didn't try to rob me when you thought I'm wandering here alone. \" She gives him a smile and gestures towards the door, raising her voice \" You can come out, I think Ash here is a decent fellow \""
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": "Sling slips quietly out of the door. His hood is drawn tight around his face, trying to conceal his drow features. \"Decent or not, he might still have prejudices,\" he mutters to Thyria. He sheathes his kukri and looks interestedly at the man's crossbow-like device. \"What exactly is that? Some form of hand crossbow?\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Matthew walks out. \"The gate to Heron would be excellent, however, if you know where it is, could you by any chance also show us the gate to sigil? Knowing how to get to the hub of the worlds would be useful if we ever wind up coming back to this place. I can find a gate in sigil, or at least find someone who can show me, but I don't know the waterways.\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"Sigel? i wish i could go there, but the gate is too well guarded.\" says the man \"As for this\" he shakes the device \"yes, it is some form of a crossbow. but fairly more effective.\"\nThe man leads you through a confusing maze. taking turns and passing some doors. stopping once in a while to check a map.\n\nlisten and spot checks please."
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Spot - (1d20+5)[ 17 ] \n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 16 ] "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \nWisp follows behind, keen to get off Water Ways.\n\n Bardic Knowledge - (1d20+5)[ 25 ] to know what the 'crossbow' is\n Spot - (1d20+1)[ 17 ] \n Listen - (1d20+1)[ 10 ] \n\nEDIT: 😁😁😁 Another nat 20! *does happy dance* Here's hoping the bardic knowledge does something."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((ooo! you scored jest enough!))\n\nwisp:\n \n Spoiler \n\nThis weapon is a high-technology weapon from a world that is probably more into technology then magic.\nThe weapon itself is a crossbow like weapon that has multiple \"modules\" that are separated and regrouped into a single unit, from there comes his name \"The modular rifle\"\nThe rifle as strange ammo made off two parts, one is like the crossbow bolt, while another is used to help the shooting, and drops down instead of flying with the \"bolt\"\nThe rifles usually use to launch multiple tiny metal orbs in great speed, causing intensive damage, but other versions were seen that shoot a single, super powerful orb to great distances, of shoots fire like a fireball spell or a fire lance spell.\nThe rifle usually has \"Add on\" modules as well that are used to help aiming, allow long-distance vision, suppress the bang sound it makes while shooting, emit light and others.\n\n((in short. think of the customized gun from AA but add a few stranger options to it like flamethrowers and self-aiming.))\n\nYou can't be sure what modules this rifle has. but it seems to be a fire shooting version.\n "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "listen: (1d20+2)[ 10 ] \nspot: (1d20+2)[ 20 ] "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " listen - (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \n spot - (1d20+4)[ 24 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "mf11 and krelon:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nWhile walking, you notice there is a ooze-like thing in the water (reminder-water up your knees in the tunnel.) and it is following you.\n "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" Guys, Ash, check out this ooze thing! \" while talking Thyria keeps moving and draws her weapons, wielding the rapier in the main and the light mace in the off hand."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "Ash takes a quick look and says \"Niv. if you don't turn to your human form right now i will kill you.\"\nThe ooze makes a slight mutter and transformed into a human-like figure with white (and i mean wall white) skin, blue hair, and no shirt that reveals a blue-dragon tattoo.\nHe takes a quick look at you and asks \"who is the extra cargo?\".\n\n((Any of you planning to answer him?))"
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": "Sling speaks without turning to look at the new person. \"I believe he introduced you as Niv.\" Sling says in an offhand manner. His voice quickly changes to its normal scathing sarcasm though. \"An excellent name. Very complex. Absolutely not one syllable or ignorant barbarian sounding.\" His hand relaxes from his kukri. \"I am Sling Spears. If you feel the need to mock my name, go ahead. It was much more musical before I translated it for the ignorant barbarians that rule my realm.\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \"I pity you.\" he says in an amused voice ((figure out the color thingy by yourself. its not hard.)) \"Well, niv is an effective name. takes a second to give an order or to warn someone with such a short name.\" ((turned back to common.)) \"Anyway. you did not answer my question. WHO are you, and why are you here?\""
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " \"Lost travelers sent by some random God that they didn't even know existed to so his bidding. If you believe that rubbish. I gave you my name. My companions will introduce themselves if they're feeling sociable. Which they usually are.\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" As I told your friend here, I'm Thyria and looking for a gate to Heran. \" sheating the weapons."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"my name is Matthew. I'm looking for the next step on this fools errand so I can go home to sigil\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"Not willing to say are you?\" says Niv as he starts walking, then he turns to ash as says \"Come on. tofer and eben are waiting.\n\nas you walk on, a loud noise comes from the side and a huge spider jumps up of it.\n(mf11 and Krelon ref rolls please.)"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "OOC:\n reflex - (1d20+7)[ 11 ] "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "reflex: (1d20+2)[ 13 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "Both get hit by a spider that ran into you. taking (1d6)[ 2 ] damage (dont worry, he attacks better then that from melee.)\n\nInit rolls? combat start."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "initiative: (1d20+5)[ 17 ] \n\naction: manifest Force Shield on myself (+4 AC)"
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " init: - (1d20+5)[ 21 ] \n\nSling frowns at the spider and draws his kukri."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \n Initiative - (1d20+1)[ 10 ] \n\nWisp, with a laugh, produces her book (apparently from behind her back this time) and begins reading the same passage from before.\n\n Inspire Courage \n \"So this is why you brought one that shoots fire!\" she remarks gaily, between passages."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n ini - (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \n\nThyria draws her weapons during a step to the side to make space for other combatants and fights defensivly until she can get into flanking position.\n\n OOC: \nHP=16\nAC 21: +3(defensive&tumble>=5), touch=17,flat=14\nattacks@-4\n single rapier - (1d20+2)[ 18 ] damage - (1d6+2)[ 4 ] \n @boomwolf: please, tell whenever is possible to move with either 5-ft. step or tumble into flanking position "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((you cannot reach his back. only his front. he is standing halfway in a tunnel. yep, that big.))\n\nResults of first round of combat.\n\nFirst thing, niv disappears.\n\nSecond, thyria hit that thing.\n\nThird, mat casts shield of power.\n\nForth-Ash aims his \"crossbow\" at the spider and shoots a line of flames from it on the spider.\n\nFifth-spider bites thyria. (1d20+4)[ 8 ] damage (1d6+4)[ 8 ] in you fail a DC 15 fort then additional (1d6)[ 3 ] acid damage.\n\nWisp starts singing.\n\nThe paladin somehow misses the spider."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((I guess he missed then 🙂 too bad that flanking is not possible 🫤 ))\n\n Thyria \n\nFeeling strengthened by the 'spell' Wisp has cast Thyria boldly attacks with two weapons, however still in a defensive stance.\n\n OOC: \nHP=16,AC=21\n rapier - (1d20+1)[ 21 ] , damage - (1d6+3)[ 7 ] \n mace - (1d20)[ 4 ] , damage - (1d6+2)[ 5 ] "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Matthew thrusts his mind into the spiders, causing as much pain as possible.\n\nMind Thrust. Will save (DC 14) or take (1d10)[ 4 ] damage"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((wait: rapier is nat.20 and possible crit!))\n confirm - (1d20+1)[ 10 ] additional damage extra - (1d6+3)[ 4 ] "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \n Definitely need to get a crossbow \n\nWisp continues to bolster the abilities of her allies."
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": "Sling moves swiftly towards the spider protruding from the passage. If possible, he avoids the monster's head and tries to attack his side. Still glaring evilly, he swings his kukri at the abomination.\n Attack - (1d20+3)[ 13 ] \n Damage - (1d4+1)[ 2 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((sorry for the set down, i had not internet accesses for a day.))\n\nDue to a good hit from thyria and another flame shot from ash, you spider crumbles, not before he manages to bite thyria back (1d20+4)[ 5 ] for (1d6+4)[ 7 ] damage with (1d6)[ 5 ] acid damage (15 fort negate acid.)\n\nEdit-narutal 1. not much of a good attack.\n\n\nAfter the spider falls down you can see Niv standing in the other side with a rapier and a dagger, both glowing in blue."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" Stupid spider \" she puts the mace back but not the rapier \" better be ready if another one jumps us \". She stops and checks her inventory, gripping the hilt of an other weapon briefly, and adds absentmindedly \" Hmm... I forgot to try this one \"\n\n I should try the short sword from the dead shadow soul next time \n\n\" Those spiders don't they happen to carry stuff to their nest before eating? If we have some spare minutes we could try to locate it's lair before going on, maybe we find some sucked out heroes and their possessions? \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"Actually, what worries me more is that tofer and eben are to meet us around here. and if this spider is here...\" says niv as he starts running down the path the spider came from, quickly followed by ash."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"DAMN! There goes our guide. Quickly, follow them!\" Matthew shouts, as he runs off after them."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" Follow the guide! \"\n\n I wonder if it works for the spider to suck them dry with all the water around \n\nWith Niv and Ash in front she doesn't hide a small grin that flickers briefly on her face when the thought crosses her mind while running behind. During the run she takes an opportunity to fall back a few steps to her following comrades and tell them as quietly as possible \" Ash must survive, he knows the way out \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((anything else or should we carry on?))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((please proceed, I'm looking forward to the next scene 🙂 ))"
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": "Sling knows the perils of being lost in an unfamiliar land. He doesn't need everyone else to tell him to follow the guide. Although... It could be an ambush. Slings step falters a bit as this thought crosses his mind, but he decides to follow everyone else."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((fine. MORE COMBAAAAT! you got to spidertown!))\n\nAs you rush through the mazes you quickly begin to hear voices of fighting.\nRunning around a curve you enter a big hall see a mass of smaller spiders (but still bigger then your shoes.) surrounding a lone man that fights them with his bare hand, and he seems to be doing fine.\nAs you see the swarms of spiders ash curses and aims the \"crossbow\" on the man, shooting something like a fireball spell. while the man evades with no harm, a group of spiders are hurt, bad.\n\nInit rolls and actions, you are facing a dozen (12) of spiders. don't worry, each of them is far weaker the the ones you fought before. lets see you handle this.\n\nquick map:\n \n Spoiler \n\n====OOOO====\n=OOOOOOOOOO=\n=OOOOOOOOOO=\n=OOOOXOOOOO=\nOOOOX8XOXOOO\nOOOOXXXOOOOO\n=OOXOOOOXOO=\n=OXO1O2OOXO==\n=OOOO457OOO==\n===3OO6======\n\nnot that clear, but this will do.\n\nX-a spider.\n1-niv\n2-ash\n3-mat\n4-sling\n5-the paladin\n6-wisp\n7-thyria\n8-the man you see\nO-empty square.\n=-wall\n\nwhere you see there is no wall it means there is another path there.\n "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "initiative: (1d20+5)[ 8 ] \n\naction: energy ray (fire) at nearest spider.\n\nrelfex (dc 15) or take (3d6+3)[ 8 ] damage"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " initiative - (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \n\nA 5 ft. step EDIT: NW NE(up-right) brings Thyria next to 2 spiders, this time she is armed with a rapier and a short sword.\n\nOOC: defensive: AC+3, attacks-4\nI count on the 'bless', so if Wisp acts before Thyria please add+1 to each roll\nrapier: attack - (1d20)[ 17 ] , damage - (1d6+2)[ 4 ] \nsh.sw.: attack - (1d20-1)[ 1 ] , damage - (1d6+1)[ 6 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((wisp and sling have yet to respond. whats keeping you guys?))"
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": "Sling moves toward the nearest spider and lashes out at it with his kukri.\n\n Init: - (1d20+5)[ 16 ] \n Attack - (1d20+2)[ 8 ] \n Damage - (1d4+1)[ 3 ] "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((Erg, I was trying to come up with some more substantial RP to put up and ran out of time. Something quick for now.))\n\n Init - (1d20)[ 15 ] \n Using Inspire Courage again "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((you get overshadowed by NPC players x_x))\n\nThyria hit with the rapier, but don't quite kill.\nSling misses.\nWisp sings again.\nNiv takes two out by well-aimed stabs.\nMat takes another one out with his mind.\nAsh shoots another lance of fire, but misses\nThe man kills two with a good windwhirl attack.\nThe spiders attack you with frenzied force.\nYour paladin kills a spider with a good attack.\n\nAttacking thyria:\n (1d20+2)[ 12 ] for (1d3)[ 3 ] damage and (1d3)[ 3 ] acid damage (fort 15 saves from acid.)\n (1d20+2)[ 20 ] for (1d3)[ 2 ] damage and (1d3)[ 1 ] acid damage (fort 15 saves from acid.)\nThe paladin got bitten. (Table rolls for NPC)\nNiv got bitten. (Table rolls for NPC)"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((rapier was 17 after all and second attack was a natural 2! not a one, whatever. thanks to defensive AC21, all spiders miss))\n\n Thyria \n\nmakes a five foot step to flank together with the paladin or whoelse is near and keeps attacking defensivly.\n\n rapier - (1d20+3)[ 8 ] , damage - (1d6+3)[ 9 ] , sneak - (1d6)[ 5 ] \n sword - (1d20+2)[ 3 ] , damage - (1d6+2)[ 4 ] , sneak - (1d6)[ 4 ] \n\n((+1 from Wisp, +2 from flank, -2 two weapons - 4 defensive))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((woops, my bad. you did hit with the rapier. i forgot to calculate something there. but you got no kill so everything else is the same.))\n\n((eem? people? combat, round 2?))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((as much as i hate to double post. but what happened to you guys? you suddenly jest disappeared!))"
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": "Sling frowns and glares at the spider he missed. Practically oozing hostility, he attacks the dumb beast again.\n\n Attack - (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \n Damage - (1d4+2)[ 3 ] "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Matthew shoots another ray at the spiders, this one of frost rather than flame.\n\nfort save (14) or take (1d6+1)[ 6 ] damage"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((now only wisp.))"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \nWisp's chant slowly increases in volume, until the resonance is inaudible, but the spiders seem to be affected, and their movements become slightly more sluggish.\n\n Continue Bardic Music "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((don't you got anything else?))\n\nWell. this time around you did better.\n\nSling, mat and niv take out one spider each. the spiders didn't get a turn.\nAsh tells you \"Well. this is where we separate.\" as he points one of the paths he says \"Go down this path, second door to the right. the gate to heran is there.\", then ash, niv and the man starts walking another path.\n\nthyria:\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou can see that niv is looking at you with suspicion. not the team, only you. something about you is bothering him.\n "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((flipping a coin.... ignore or not?))\n\n Thyria \n\n\" Thanks Ash, I pay my debts - you have a favor with me \"\n\nShe is just about to turn around when she notices Niv staring at her; after not killing a single spider in this fight she is in a bit cranky mood so she stops and asks him \" What's up with you? Wanna have a good bye kiss and I skipped ya or is there another problem? \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "With a venomed voice he asks \"Where did you get this sword?\", pointing on the one you looted from the shadowsoul."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" I tell you where I got it if you tell me why it's important \"\n\n\" Found it on a plane that we had to leave quickly, because it swarmed with demons. Your turn to talk and I tell you the rest \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"This sword belongs to Ernin. my half-brother.\" says niv. \"And I can't see how you managed to take it off his hands. or what have he done in a demon-infested world.\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" So how's your half-brother looking like? \" she describes the man, his clothing and the straw hat. \" You ask how I took it away? Rather easy considering the guy was already lying dead for some time on the floor with his heart missing. Some cat-sized demons were eating him up. \"\n\n\" Some of the little buggers were even talkative enough to tell us, it's a shadow soul. Besides, how do I know it's your brother's sword not just some shadow soul forged sword? If it is, that makes you a half shadow soul? Not that it should make any difference, once I'm through this door \" pointing with her thumb in the direction that Ash indicated."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"No, I am also a full shadowsoul.\" says niv \"Any being such I can see things you cannot.\"\nafter a small sigh he says \"well. the fool had it coming. he and his partner were always chasing some sort of weird artifact. they should have learned by now that they are too weak.\" and then he walks away."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" Wait, who is his partner? Your brother was pretty abandoned where I found him. Maybe you're interested in learning more about his death, I could keep an eye open for his partner if you describe him... you never know what you run across on some random plane \"\n\nAfter listening to Niv, Thyria will follow the rest of the group down the corridor to the gate to Heran."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "Until you reach the gate to heran nothing happens.\nYou pass through the archway and find yourself on a hill in a desert.\nNot far from you there is a village in sight, sounds of combat and explosions coming from him.\nOn the other side, about as far, you can see a city, blue flags are on the walls.\n\n((which way do you go?))\n\n XP TIME! \nthis xp includes all fight you had, avoided by talking your way out, and the fact you advanced in the storyline one more step.\nSo go on everyone, reward yourself with another 200 xp .\nTrust me, you will need all levels and pieces of equipment you can gather on your adventure."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \n \"Now arriving at: Heran.\" says Wisp in an Air Hostess-type voice remaining in her transition garb and looking at the City.\n\n \"Well, we're back. And we've got Matthew's orb, too.\" \n\nWith a swift wave of the cape and a spin, Wisp once again became the yellow-cloaked guard, though this time the guard appeared to be female - not that you could easily tell without peering into the cloak.\n\n Disguise - (1d20+25)[ 35 ] "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"well, were here. Where to now?\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" Is this the capitol? We certainly have to find the green guys. The flags are blue, that's water if I'm not mistaken \" she makes a face like she had an headache \" Think .. think .. blue ... blue .. Tinia! goddess of water is blue \"\n\nLooking around she tries to find something familiar.\n((OOC: do we recognize the city as Sistro?))\n\n\" I guess earth and water are not friends, so maybe we should not mention that we are working for Germo. We could check out who's fighting in that village. With any luck there is a green offensive against the blue. If it is so and we can talk to the green commander we'll be fine. If not... \" she shrugs \" ...maybe we can salvage something useful from the village, I bet the folks there are rather distracted. \"\n\n\n((OOC: if we need all the levels, we'll need more XP ))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((don't worry.\nthis is the low risk, low xp planes.\nthe high risk planes are much more rewarding.\n\nanyway, this is NOT the capitol as far you can understand, looks different then the city you were in last time.))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" We don't know where we are. Wanna check out the village fight first? The city won't run away \"\n\n((OOC: yup, just kidding.\nWell, we are a group that will avoid most fair fights I believe so the XP will not come in big buckets. A bard is not a melee type and a drow needs some levels before he has enough hit dice to rock... level adjustment is a problem at the beginning. We also kinda lost our main tank and healer, the paladin. I was thinking as very long term plans go: I'll take more swashbuckler than rogue levels , since Sling can scout better and we need a fighter. Take power attack even. ))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((don't act by \"need of tank/healer\", do as you like. you will get a replacement for the paladin, and right now he is an NPC that is running with you.))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((OOC: Is the good guy already recruited? I dropped a PM with a link to this game to a friend who's game just finished, maybe he shows interest - I don't know if he likes playing a good guy however.))"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \n \"Fighting, is there? Well, let's check it out. To the village!\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((I didn't put up a post for it yet, as there is some time before the intended switch. but he can PM me a ECL 5 (thats the planned time) char if he wants to.\n\nwhy are people not making a choice?))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Fine, let's check it out! \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "As you approach the village you can see red warriors and mages, dozens of them. there is a big mess around with fireballs being tossed everywhere and people bleeding to death on the streets.\nThe odd thing is, exept a few black-robed people, EVERYONE is a red in this village. they are fighting each other with no clear order or meaning.\nAfter a short time you get it. the reds are insane, you know that, this is like a pirate town, where there is no law. and reds rule this place.\n\nA black-robed man spots you and approaches you, he is about 100 feet away and walking with no great hurry."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((the blacks are not fighting?))\n\n\" Could be that the blacks spread some illness that affects the reds, let's walk away a bit \"\n\nThyria walks away from the fighting to get out of sight of the reds and pulls out a bow.\n\nTo the black, \" Hey you, stop over there and we can talk, but don't try anything funny. We're just passing by \"\n\n((if he tries to cast something she will shoot to disrupt his concentration))"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \nWisp likewise pulls back slightly, and prepares to cast 'summon giant invisible banana peel' if the black tries anything untoward.\n\nShe pulls out a banana from her rations, and waves it menacingly, possibly prompting a raised eyebrow from Thyria.\n\n \"Yes! We've got a banana and we're not afraid to use it!\" \n Readied to Grease ground under Black if he looks like he's going to cast or attack or something. "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"And for a moment I thought you are smarter then the reds.\" says the black robed with a sigh, you can see it is a female drow as she draws near.\nShe turns to sling and says \"please tell me you have a bigger brain then your friend here\" as she points at wisp."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \n \"Is it so wise to disregard the fool?\" laughs Wisp, waggling the banana and prancing with practiced steps around the Drow, dancing around as if just being foolish.\n\n Perform - (1d20+12)[ 31 ] \n\nIn the meantime, while the drow was busy trying to ignore Wisp, she continues to dance into a flanking position, all the while singing a silly song about bananas."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Matthew steps up. \"Please excuse my dancing companion. She's in need of a padded room, if you catch my drift. What can we do to help you ma'am?\"\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"Indeed.\" says the drow as she looks at wisp. \"But i came here to check you up. you don't seem like any official force, yet you are quite armed. who are you? and what do you seek?\""
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " \"Of course I'm smarter than them. Although how do you walk through the psychotic reds without them attacking you? Black robes must command a lot of authority. We are no police force, but know the values of arming ourselves in troubling times. We don't have black robes.\" Sling smiles apologetically at the female drow, he motions at the crazy bard with his kukri. \"I have no idea what's wrong with her. Apparently she thinks she's being funny and throwing you off guard. Humans.\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"Actually, they ignore us because they think we are not any fun.\" says the drow \"bunch of loonys if you ask me. but all low-ranked reds are. only some of the higher reds have a mind worth of an average human. and even that is low.\"\nAfter a short thought she said \"But you still have yet to tell me who you are.\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\nPuts away her weapons from sight and pulls her very dark cloak closer around her. \" Fighting for fun is stupid. I do not fight unless it is necessary or advantageous and then what matters is the result, not the fighting itself. You blacks seem like a reasonable lot to me \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"You are good at not answering. but it will get you nowhere\" says the guard ((comon! you didn't even use bluff or something.))"
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " \"Sling Spears. Recently displaced from my homelands. I'm just currently wandering. These are my companions Thyria and Wisp.\" He indicates the two women. \"That one is also traveling with us,\" he says, pointing at Matthew. \"His name is Matthew. I forget the halfling's name, but he is part of the group.\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"I see.\" says the drow \"I would recommend you to get away from this warcamp, it is crawling with reds and who knows how will they react. unfortunately, the commanding officer here is a red as well. we will dispatch our attack on the city soon due, so it will be rather empty here for awhile. I recommend you to talk to the officer if you want to join us, the big hut with the red walls. you cant miss it. its the only place around people are not fighting.\"\n\nsling:\n \n Spoiler \n\nyou can see the drow telling you something in the drow hand language. your understaning of it as a drow let you see it and understand it is the hand language, but not the context of the message.\n "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" What's the current situation in Heran? Black and Red fight Blue, right? What about Green and and the rest, who are they allied with? \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"I cannot talk about it with you too much, but I can say that after today, all blue will be with us or dead.\" says the drow. \"The only problem left will be the green, and the foolish white do not trust them. I do not know what is with the yellow, but they seem to ignore us.\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\"Not sure about joining, it really depends on the payment and I wouldn't like to be conscripted for a long time. If it was only for the battle tomorrow however I might be interested. Of course this also depends if my comrades want to join...\"\n\n\"Say, do you know how we could get to Sistro quickly?\""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"Five days walk, that way\" she says as she points at a direction.\n\n((its sitro, not sistro, but i assume thats what you mean right??))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\"Great\"\n\nLooking at her comrades \" So what is it? Go or stay and join the reds? We should skip the blue city entirely if we don't join the reds. \""
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \nWisp doesn't directly answer the question, instead continuing to act the fool in the presence of the drow.\n\n \"Black or Blue or Red? What does it matter? I am but a simple fool, but I care for neither rashes nor bruises!\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" Ain't she sweet? \" she gives Wisp a hug \" Oh well, I guess we skip the bloody war part then, although black was always my favored color \"\n\n((OOC: Thyria is clad very dark: black/dark red leather, black cloak - so it is not a lie))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((so, you guys start walking towards the capitol or you have another idea?))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((I guess so, since no one objects and we already have a time critical mission we need to be fast.))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((why only krelon is responding?!))\n\nYou start walking towards the capitol.\nA day of walk passes, and another, only sand and bugs around you, you found a little water on the way to sustain you.\n\nAt the middle of the third day you see a tent, guarded by two reds and a black.\n\n\n((react or ignore?))"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \nWisp looks at the tent, and looks at Thyria.\n\n \"Let's just move around them.\" she suggests, not particularly looking forward to being told to join them again."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" Hmm... yeah, ok. No distractions on the big quest. I'm aching to find out what the orb does and there is only one place we can trust the guys who know it. \" going around."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((not going in do you?))\n\nYou go around, ignored by the guards.\nThe travel is quite plain actually. (its a freaking desert.)\nUntil you hear a sound from below. something is moving BENEATH you."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\nMoves silently sideways, to get away (with light steps) from directly above the movement. Direction, back towards where the guard tent was.\n\n((OOC: how far away from the tent are we?))\n\n move silently - (1d20+7)[ 15 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((several hours of walking. its out of sight.))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((any big rocks or rocky hills or huge trees in sight?))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((no trees, but you got rocks that you can sit on with ease.))"
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " \"Nothing that moves underground is harmless. We should move. Whatever it is is probably hungry.\" Sling moves towards the rocks with his kukri out."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((waiting for mf11 and pingcode. showing presence.))"
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"I agree. Let's head for those rocks, maybe it'll have more trouble burrowing out with those there.\" "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((Pingcode20, reporting.))\n\n Wisp \nWisp nods, and makes her way briskly towards one of the rocks, and leaps up onto one."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\nThe tiefling also moves to a nearby rock trying to step as light as a feather. Before sitting on a rock she checks if it is not some sort of trap.\n\n((call me paranoid 😛 ))\n move silently - (1d20+7)[ 10 ] \n search trap - (1d20+7)[ 10 ] \n If she gets on a rock without trouble, she'll try to spot a path leading out of the immediate area, preferably a path over rocky grounds. Leading either back to the tent or to some sort of higher grounds (hills) in the direction of Sitro."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((alright. I will. but the rocks made their goal, you are all clustered.))\n\nA creature rises up from the sand.\nA giant worm? it seems to have scales, and the creature's head looks like a battering ram.\nIt takes a quick look at you then he dives, right at you.\n\n\nMain damage (wisp)\nAttack (1d20+4)[ 22 ] (if misses take secondary damage, below.)\nDamage (1d8+4)[ 9 ] (ref 15 saves half)\n\nSecondary damage (everyone else.)\n\nDamage (1d4+2)[ 3 ] (ref 10 saves half)\n\nthis is no mistake, secondary damage is a sure hit. sonic damage from the impact in the ground."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" Yikes! \"\n\n I knew something is fishy about these rocks \n\nShe tumbles around the head that hit Wisp and buries her rapier between the scales.\n reflex - (1d20+7)[ 9 ] \n initiative - (1d20+4)[ 6 ] \n tumble - (1d20+10)[ 19 ] \n attack - (1d20+8)[ 10 ] \n damage - (1d6+2)[ 3 ] , if tumble DC 15 was ok then also sneak: sneak - (1d6)[ 6 ] \n EDIT: I guess Thyria successfully positioned herself on the other side of the worm's head but did not hit anything with a 10... also took 3 damage, wow I rolled very low on all rolls "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Matthew curses as the worm jumps at them, and attempts to move out of the way. (reflex save: (1d20+2)[ 14 ] ). then he steps so he is 30 feet away and then attacks his enemy's mind. (Initiative: (1d20+5)[ 22 ] mind thrust, will save (DC 15) or take (3d10)[ 12 ] damage)"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Initiative - (1d20+1)[ 17 ] \n Reflex DC 15 - (1d20+4)[ 8 ] \n Wisp \nWisp gets caught full on by the worm thingy.\n\n \"Shai-Hulud!\" she immediately screams, christening the wormlike thing as she scrambles back onto the rock.\n\n Ready action to move 30' (read: run!) away from worm when it shows up again "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((Ooh, almost forgot. Bardic Knowledge - (1d20+5)[ 16 ] ))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((show up again? it is still over-ground. after it hits the rock it did not go back into the sand.))\n\nedit: bardic knowledge:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThats a breed of a sand wurm. very good at eating people. it has hard skin that can resist most physical attacks, its main weapon is to smash it's head onto another part of the body, causing a sonic wave, if someone is on her its better. usually lives alone.\n "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((Oh. Action change!))\n\n Wisp \nWisp, after quickly naming the breed of sandworm as 'Shai-Hulud', pulls back out of range of its ability to do sonic waves, and casts a Cure Light Wounds spell on herself.\n\n Cure Light - (1d8+3)[ 10 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((awaiting sling to take action))"
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": "Sling grimaces as the vibrations rattle him. As he spots the creature, he springs forward. He quickly dodges around the head attempting to get behind it, or at least to the side. When he gets there, he springs up and attacks it with his kukri.\n\n Initiative: - (1d20+5)[ 9 ] \n Reflex: - (1d20+7)[ 8 ] \n Tumble: - (1d20+7)[ 12 ] \n Attack: - (1d20+2)[ 9 ] \n Damage: - (1d4+1)[ 3 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "The creature seems to be a bit surprised of the mind attack, but all other attacks did not manage to hit him at all.\n\nHe moves, dives into the sand, then rises up some distance away, the rock you stood on is gone, and a new one rises under thyria.\n\nAttack (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \ndamage (1d10+4)[ 10 ] ref 15 secondary attack.\n\nsecondary attack (1d4+2)[ 4 ] ref 10 saves half."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" Ouch! Need extra healing over here! \"\n\nAs it rises in the middle of the group, sidestepping 5 ft. to flank (+2), this time attacking with both weapons (-2).\n\n reflex - (1d20+7)[ 9 ] \n rapier - (1d20+6)[ 23 ] , damage - (1d6+2)[ 3 ] , sneak - (1d6)[ 6 ] \n sword - (1d20+5)[ 20 ] , damage - (1d6+1)[ 7 ] , sneak - (1d6)[ 3 ] \n EDIT:ouch, again a lousy reflex roll. At least this time I may have hurt it back (both attacks with sneak would account for 19 damage!) "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \n \"Coming, Coming!\" \n\nWisp runs over to Thyria and incants a short rhythmic spell.\n\n Cure Light Wounds - (1d8+3)[ 7 ] \n Reflex - (1d20+4)[ 24 ] \n\n((O Forum roller, if I hath earned thy ire, let it pass and the cast die turn up greater than thine holy average...\n\nEDIT: This prayer to the Forum Roller is hereby saved for later use!))"
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": "More vibrations rattle Sling, and his grimace incorporates more pain. He wasn't tough enough for this. Why hadn't he been born tougher? Fighting through the pain, he dodges around the monster attempting to flank it with Thyria. He grunts as he slashes at the monster once more.\n\n reflex - (1d20+7)[ 8 ] \n tumble - (1d20+7)[ 19 ] \n attack - (1d20+4)[ 22 ] \n damage - (1d4+1)[ 5 ] \n sneak - (1d6)[ 6 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((notes:\nwith a second failed ref roll sling is out cold and is losing health.\nwisp, are you sure this healing is for thyria?)"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((Ooh, didn't notice that. Yes, I think I had best revise to healing Sling.\n\nWisp heals Sling instead.))"
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "reflex: (1d20+2)[ 4 ] \n\nstaying 30 feet away, matthew raises his hand towards the creature, sending a ray of fire at him.\n\ndamage: (3d6)[ 9 ] ref. save (15) half"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "Slign manages to get back up. and even deal some damage.\nthyria hits like hell.\nA ray of flame finishes the deal, the creature falls down.\n\n\n XP 150 each. not a hard battle."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" I hope they do not come in packs \", Thyria coughs up some blood (she seems to be in a rather bad shape) and crouches next to the worm to examine it.\n\n search - (1d20+7)[ 9 ] \n\nLooking at Wisp, \" So what about the healing? \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "You find nothing of intrest ((no wonder with your low search. you could not find if a dragon was hiding behind him.))"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \n \"Er, don't die for a minute, I'll be right over.\" \n\nWisp hurries across and casts Cure Light Wounds on Thyria.\n\n CLW - (1d8+3)[ 5 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "anything else you want to do with the wurm or are you ready to move on?"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\nTo Wisp, \" Thanks, much better, but I still feel half dead \" and seeing nothing unusual about the worm except it's size she adds \" I guess we will not find anything of value here, I'm really not into cutting it open right now, gee do I have a headache... if you have more than one healing spell left it would be best if you spared another one on me \"\n\n(if noone is interested in the worm let's go on but cautiously and towards other type of terrain if possible))"
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \nWisp shakes her head.\n\n \"The arcane is but fleeting, like a phoenix, to burn itself out in the day and renew itself once again in to ignite once again in the morning.\" \n\nNot particularly wishing to slice open the worm, she gives it a quick look over before continuing.\n\n Spot - (1d20+1)[ 2 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "jest for the kicks, you managed to find the worm. barely.\n\nAs you move on you quickly notice the city is closer then you thought, actually you manage to reach it the same day.\nThe yellow flags over the capitol with smaller flags of all other colors look promising, it seems like the capitol is not under attack of any warbands, unlike that other city.\nAs you enter the city you spot a green guards, he seems to recognise you. its the same guard you met last time.\n\"Where on earth have you been?\" the guard asks \"You might wan't to know that law braking is reaching critical mass here, crime is at new peaks, its not really save here anymore, stay on your guard.\"\n\n((In the capitol, where to?))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" We need to see your superiors, just send them a message so they can gate us in. We bring important and confidential news \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"Well. there is a problem with that...\" says the guard. \"Lord Farmet forbade all planar travel and set up wards from it. as protection from tarsiv's forces. and the main temple is on a demiplane.\" he thinks for a little while and says \"maybe you could go see him. he is still on the city palace. he might help you.\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" Have you ever seen a man looking like that? \" she describes the man who the group has been fighting on the top platform and who disappeared like a ghost."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"Nope. not a sign of anyone like that.\" says the guard. \"but you are not the first to ask. a white-skinned, and I mean truly white, has asked me the same.\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((white skinned? does it trigger a memory?))\n\n\" How is Fermet's attitude towards the green temple? Is there no other way to meet or at least contact Germo? \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"Probebly is, but i do not know it.\" says the guard \"but with the reds actively attacking others the relations between green and yellow warmed up. after all the reason for the distrust is us saying the reds are a danger.\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\"Did the white skinned guy have blue hair?\""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"Yea. how did you know?\" asks the green guard \"He had some others with him, a guy with red cloths and a flaming metal stick, some guy in brown monk suit and a girl wearing white.\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\"We met the guy before, where did they go?\""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"I don't know. I think he went to see lord farmet about getting out of heran.\""
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \nWisp nods, and lets Thyria lead the way for now."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "well?????\nwhere to? what do you do?"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((caught a cold and have a lot to do at work, looks like no free weekend, so maybe someone else can take the lead for a while?))\n\n\"Yeah, let's see Lord Fermet.\""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "As you enter the palace two guards wearing gold stops you and say \"State your business!\" while crossing large polarms to stop you from going any further."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" Greetings, we are here to ask an audience with Lord Fermet, regarding planar movement. \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "The guards look at you, searching for a sign of danger, then in a whistle three others come out and say \"follow us\".\n\nAt your arrival to an office that is loaded with gold and marble, you see an aging man sitting on a chair. the guards say \"planar travel requests.\" only to have the man tell you \"What is so important you need planar travel?\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" I'm not good at explaining, you might ask her why it's important \" pointing at Wisp.\n\n\" I can tell you this: I was granted an audience with Germo of the green temple, however since that main temple is on a demiplane - which I think is only reachable from here - the dimension lock is causing a problem. Germo really wants to help Lord Fermet (he always warned about the reds, didn't he?) and hired us to do some legwork for him. Now, if we cant report to him that help will be useless. Since the reds are now attacking quite openly I think it is safe to trust the green, don't you think? \"\n\n diplomacy - (1d20+1)[ 18 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "The old man looks at you and says \"Germo is...dead...tarsiv managed to get into the green temple, and only a few managed to escape. but if you work for germo you should leave, you put us all in danger as you are probably marked. I can open you a gate into anywhere, but you must leave this world, we won't be able to hold it for long.\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\"Well... that's interesting, give us a second. We must confer where to go.\"\n\nTurining away from the man\n\n\"Seems the job is over then, does any of you have a clue where we should go next? Maybe this place with many gates where Matthew comes from, so we are out of immediate danger and can all go to our homes from there.\""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((general info. he said only a few got away. maybe you can find them somehow. or go after the other orbs. you know what planes they were last seen.\n\n\non another note, I am highly disappointed from your lack of posting. krelon is the only one posting on a regular basis, and even that is only once for 2 days or so.))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((maybe I overlooked something, .... the first orb told us, where the others are but we had no gates there, right?))\n\nSpeaking softly to Matthew, \" Umm, can you ask your little friend where the others are? Maybe we can get hold of some more orbs after all. They seem to be very valuable after all, so why not keep searching? \""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "no reaction at all?\n\nthe last post neither from me nor from boomwolf was on 11-21-2007 08:27 AM\nwhich is more than 2 weeks.\n\nstatus?"
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "wow, this thread just now popped up in my subscribed threads thing. REALLY sorry about not posting, if i had seen it, i would have.\n\n\nMatthew nods to Thyria, and thinks to the mind orb. \"what planes are the other orbs on?\" he also speaks out loud \"If we cannot determine a better place to go, then I would agree with you, Sigil is the best place to find a way home. Its probably the best bet to find a way anywhere, so we might need to go there to get the other orbs anyway. "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((And I thought the game is totally dead. apparently not.))\n \n\"As I said before\" explains the orb \"The last time I saw them, the orb of elements was hidden on ravnica, the orb of life on heran, the orb fusion on jeno and the orb of time was on some unnamed plane. but it appears that sombody name it from the last time you asked and now it is called urdeno.\" then she phases for a moment, turning gray, then turns cryan again \"We are on heran, and the orb of life is not here. somebody took it.\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"well everyone, looks like the orb of life WAS here, but someone took it. We'll have to put tracking them down on our \"to do\" list. other than that, we have the orb of elements on ravnica, the orb of life on heran, the orb of fusion on jeno and the orb of time on urdeno. Any of those plains ring a bell with you? or does anyone have an orb they wanna get?\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((or anyone can try knowledge checks.)"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((Thyria tries if she heard something in a tavern))\nknowledge: local - (1d20+4)[ 11 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "Total fail. you got nothing on any of them."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Matt tries to remember if he's heard about those planes in his travels,\nKnowledge (Planes): (1d20+9)[ 23 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "you remember the following:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRavnica is a world of war. taken far farther then any other. with the entire world jest a one huge city there is no seat of power, all powerful factions are working against each other, often openly. the chances to find a place in ravnica where no fight took place in the last year is impossible, almost everyone in ravnica is armed. and magic is at insane peaks of power and energy, one out of four has the power of magic. one out of a hundred can use mild level spells (level 3-4) what naturally leads to a high number of high-class casters.\n\nJeno on the other hand is a world with rather low magic. your own skills supress nearly everyone there. jeno is a world where sword is the main power, and the people live generally scattered in farms. jeno is too small to have any kingdoms.\nJeno is a round plane, so walking enough to one side will lead to the other, the walk time necessary is only a day walk unless you got a mountain in your path.\nThe plain is highly connected to the element of earth, and you can expect many earth-related creatures in that land, but they are generally harmless in the fact they follow the \"live and let living\" motto.\n "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Matt relays this information to the others, then offers his suggestion. \"I would suggest Jeno, as it seems much easier. We would be able to handle most any problem there, so all we would need to do is find the orb. "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Sounds good, let's do the easy first before someone else has the idea \"\n\nturning back to the man at the counter\n\n\" A gate to Jeno it is then\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"Very well.\" says the old man, as he takes out a purple flower and mumbles something, the flower suddenly ignites and as the old man tosses it to the air a yellow planar portal opens before your eyes.\n\n\"Anything else you might need? now is the time.\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\"Since we are enemies of Tarsiv, is there anything you can give us to aid us? Information, heals, weapons?\""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"Heals I can do. but we have a bad lack of weapons. tarsiv's forces are outnumbering us and are better equipped. there is nothing I can give you.\" says then may, and with a flick of his hands you feeling a force of healing running through your vain, curing every little wound."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Wisp \nWisp shrugs. \"The easier the better. Let Tarsiv spend time trying to get one of the others.\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" So let's go then. Thanks for the heal, do you happen to have some in bottles, too? \"\n\n((Thyria will take any healing potion if it is offered))\n\n\" Btw, I heard a strange white guy with blue hair was here. Do you know where he and his group went? \"\n\n((if noone else has a good idea, let's go))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"You mean niv?\" says the old man \"he and his crew are working for me for some time now. they are busy locating tarsiv's bases. I sent them to ravnica for scouting.\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" We're on the same side then. What's your name? We met Niv, Ash and the others on Water Ways already but didn't know he works against Tarsiv, next time we happen to run into each other I'd like to tell them that we are on the same side. Maybe you want to pay us too if we find out some information about tarsiv's bases? \"\n\n\" I think I can give you a tip. There was this man \" ... ((describes the man who summoned the rat swarms and became a ghost))... \" He attacked us on a small plane and I think he may have a lot to do with the death of Niv's halfbrother, I'm quite sure he works for Tarsiv. You can watch out for him and warn Niv next time you see him. \"\n\n\" Ah yes, there is actually something that you might be able to so for me. I have found a broken magical ring that needs fixing. Do you think you can do it? \" Thyria shows the man the broken ring from the temple of the six."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "The man looks at you in shock when you describe the man that attacked you and says \"That sounds like hemero, tarsiv's second-in-command. how did you even survive?\"\n\nWhen he looks at the ring he says \"I am sorry, but this ring of alter self is destroyed beyond repair.\"\n\n\"In any way, my name is not important.\"\n\n((I am now looking for two replacement players for sling and the paladin. they will probably have other chars.))"
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "((boomwolf: I will be out of town from this friday to next friday, with no posting.))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((this sucks. well,krelon and pingcode, are you two going to keep it going? the replacement should join in not too long.))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "sure,\njust write when we can continue."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "Whenever you want, the planar portal is open by now, we jest need to finish your stuff here and go on. and he goes only in friday, with some luck the first replacement will join by then."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Matt looks at the others as the portal opens. You ready? "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((Ah, sorry - I'm actually going on holiday over the next week or so, and won't be able to post during that time. I'll need to be NPC'd too.))\n\nWisp leaps into the portal."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Turning his head to watch Wisp go, Matt mutters to himself \" \"A simple 'yes' would have been fine\" before leaping in too."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Thyria follows quickly"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "Something is wrong, you can feel it. as you are thrown brutally out of the portal to the other side you figure out what. the paladin is not with you, and the portal closes behind you four.\n\nAs you raise to look at your surrounding you see that you are standing outside of a pastoral village, nothing seems out of the ordinary in this woodland area.\nYou see people working the fields, eating, talking, doing all the ordinary things.\n\nA shout comes from behind. \"LIMBEEER!\" as a tree falls down in a bang right behind you, then rises up again to where it was, another yell and the tree falls again, over and over, exactly the same every time.\n\nA dog runs in front of you, from your left to your right, followed by another dog, and another, and another, and they are all the same.\n\nA messed up man is leaning on a tree, mumbling to himself, looking all over with an insane look, then stares at you saying \"Finally! something new! someone new! perhaps the curse is broken?\" he asks with a spark of hope in his eye."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"Great, more insanity. JUST what we need right now\" Matt mutters, before turning to the man and asking \"What curse my good man?\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"You really are new.\" says the man with joy \"The curse of time. time is not working properly ever since that pyramid was complete. and aside it's creator, nobody that entered even went out.\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Screw the curse, we don't have time for this\" looking around \"HEY! I think we lost the halfling guy... Did anyone see him go in? I wonder if he stayed and asked to be brought home \"\n\nlooking around even more\n\n\" Admittedly it's strange here, let's see if we can work out something.... \"\n\nThyria swiftly kicks the dog from behind ((surprise attack, so I guess no DEX bonus for the dog; going for knock-out=subdual))\n\n attack - (1d20+6)[ 7 ] \n KO - (1d3+2)[ 4 ] + sneak - (1d6)[ 2 ] \n\n\" Arrgh! Hold still stupid piece of fur! \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "The dog does not even seem to be aware to the fact you tried to kick him.\nHe does not seem aware to the fact you even exist."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " see if you can ignore this \n\nThyria picks up stones and throws them until she hits the dog to see what happens"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "The dog growls at you. over and over again, repeating the very same growl each time."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" Looks like the world is really stuck, tough luck\"\n \n\" Matthew, do we have a clue where the Jeno orb is exactly? Maybe we are wrong here.... the orb of fusion was supposed to be here not the orb of time \"\n\naddressing the peasant: \" Say good man, what is the name of this plane? \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"This is the prison plane of urdeno\" says the man \"farmet send his enemies here.\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n\n\" That's it then, we know the orb of time is doing this \" there is an evil smile on her lips \". ..besides, I know someone I have to kill back in Heran, call it a new purpose in life. \"\n\n\nto the man again: \" So you've been sent here too? It seems we may have more in common then I thought at first. Can you tell me who's the boss here? Are all people here sent by Farmet? Who's the guy with the pyramid? What did he look like? What and where is that pyramid? \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"The pyramid.\" says the man with an insane voice \"was built several years ago by a man in blue robes. he using incredible magic to form that pyramid and sealed it off, using his powers. he had four people with him but they mainly looked.\"\nAfter a short thought he adds \"Then, suddenly, some years ago, I lost track of time, people got sent here. more and more, all said farmet banished them here, I has here before that, but I clearly understand why this is a banishment, no out-going planar portral opened ever since the blue-robed man and his four friends left.\"\n\nHe falls down to the floor and says \"If you want to find it, its that way.\" then he points at one direction. \"But nobody that entered ever returned.\""
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\"So, everything repeats itself since years? or is this a recent development?\""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"Years, yes. but some things do not repeat themselves. I think that everyone that can understand what is going on is immune.\" says the man."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\" We have to do something about this planar lock anyway if we want to leave, which I do \"\n\n\" Matthew, do you get something on the location of the orb of time? I wouldn't like to rush into the pyramid where ' nobody ever comes back ' if there is an other way \"\n\n((X-mas coming, cannot say if I can post regularly until new year. Looking forward to refresh with new players))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "The orb of mind glows brightly and says \"I knew some orb was in a pyramid, now I know which one. the orb of time is very hostile.\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "\"Then let's go! Can you say who's compatible with that one?\""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \"This is a matter of heart, not mind.\" says the orb \"I have no way to figure it. but the orb of time does not want to be leashed. the one who may claim it will suffer the worse.\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "OOC:\n@boomwolf: waiting for others to join unless you declare it a solo campaign\n\nEDIT: the immortal class is nice. you must see 300 😁"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "Unlike what everyone thinks, I have not.\n\nAnyways, I got no problems waiting for the two. (takes a while to advance with 1 person. I called for back-up but we are still not near them.)"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "OOC:\nIf the new guys meet us in a special place where we must get to and the plot HAS to advance Thyria could sneak in solo to check out the pyramid (if really no one else plays at the moment)\n\n Thyria approaches the pyramid ((I guess the party comes along. If noone else reacts she will go forward to sneak near the pyramid and get some information. I hope that maybe MF11 will join))\n\nDoes the orb of mind have some clues? does it feel anything?\nWhat does the pyramid look like? Anything special?\n\n[roll=spot]1d20+4[roll]"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "I rolled spot for you as you goofed it.\n\nThe pyramid is a very large one, at least twenty times higher then yourself. it is rather wide as well and is made from yellow marble, clearly imported as no such stone is seen nearby.\nYou can see a purple glow oon the top of the pyramid. its source is unclear.\nOn the surfece of the pyramid you can see countless burn and scorch marks, in each scorch mark you see a rod standing, and you see many rods with no scorch marks scattered around as well, climbing on the outside does not look safe.\n\nYou spot a near-hidden blade next to the entrance. it has been obviously hidden on purpose.\n\n\nThe orb of mind says \"I can feel her, she is pushing my scans away.\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "Reasons to double posting:\n\n1-we were on post 666.\n2-I needed a bumb for my players to see it.\n3-I think pingcode and mf11 are back by now.\n4-I think kelron didn't get that I posted."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Thyria is evil so post 666 is fine ;)\n\nok, I'm waiting for the others to catch up."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "matt, who had been making the same movements repeatedly for a while, suddenly snaps out of it. \"Wow. that is...odd. very odd. try not to let your mind wander, you might get caught. Now then, whats this about a pyramid?\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n Huh, those rods look like some defense mechanism, lightning rods?\nMat, do you think it is a good idea if we catch some animal and throw it at the rods to see what happens?\n\nBtw, there is a hidden blade near the entrance. Looks like everything is trapped \n\ntaking 20 to search very slowly for more traps [trapfinding] near the entrance and on the way. ((beats DC 27, is there a way to disable or go around the blade trap safely?))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "You fail to find any more traps, but you do figure that if you don't step on a tripwire that is on the floor the blade trap won't trigger."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((I'ma back.))\n\n Wisp \nWisp slowly follows, stepping tenatively over the tripwire.\n\n \"We haven't stumbled into some wannabe tomb of horrors, have we?\" she jokes, nervously, while she waits for everyone to get through.\n\n Bardic Knowledge - (1d20+5)[ 10 ] to know about pyramid.\n\nOnce everyone is through, she steps well back, and using her dagger, carefully cuts the trip wire - sure to set off the trap, but unless something else was rigged to it, it was better not to leave a trap that could catch them on the way out."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "You know nothing on the structure."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((So, nothing else before charging in?))\n\nAs you walk into the structure, you feel the walls closing on you. slowly you walk down a path lit by torches on the walls, yet you feel no heat.\n\nAfter a few moments you reach into a hall. you can see two people on the other side of the room, one in a black cloak sitting on a box, and another with a brown robe leaning on the wall, both look familiar, but are not moving at all.\nYou can see a button is on the wall next to them."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((trying to recognize the people in robes))\n spot - (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \n\n((and searching for more traps))\n search - (1d20+7)[ 21 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "You can find no traps.\n\nYou do not know where do you know the brown-robed man, but the black-cloaked man is the one that fought you on the plane of the mind orb.\nlooking under the brown-robed man hood you can see he is actually a gnoll."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((they are not moving at all, does it mean they are like frozen and absolutely still or just waiting like normal people?))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((no movement what-so-ever, no blinks, no breath, no wind-in-the air. completely still, like a statue.))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n Listen guys, I'm going to bind that rope around my waist. If I turn stiff pull me out again, are you ready? \n\n((taking 20 on use rope, even if it takes five minutes: DC 24))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((You tie it. now what?))"
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Matthew grabs a hold of the lose end of the rope. Alright, go. What is it your gonna do anyway? "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " I'm going to check out the room. If I freeze pull me out. \n\nThyria crouches and sneaks into the room, moving around, carefully trying not to touch anything. First she checks out every object in the room, second she examines the brown robed gnoll more carefully. Does he remind her of some person? Like for example the prophet, we only saw a brown robe and a glove, same glove here?\n\n move silently - (1d20+7)[ 13 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "He looks a bit like him, but there is no glove.\n\nAside of the door at the other edge there are the two unmoving people and a button, at least thats all you see."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Thyria takes any weapons/scrolls/staffs/valuables from the unmoving figures.\n\n\" Guys, I think the one is the guy we fought at the platform. Better they don't have their stuff when they can move again \"\n\nNext, Thyria is moving over to the door and listens at it, anything special about the door?\n\n((first search for traps, then pick lock if needed))\n listen - (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \n trapfinding - (1d20+7)[ 17 ] \n open lock - (1d20+8)[ 28 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "Your hands go right through the figures, not touching them of any items they carry. there is a slight disturbance on them while you attempt to touch them, like they are illusions or something.\n\nYou note nothing on the door, except the fact you fail to open it, and when attempting to pick the lock you note that the lock is not a conventional lock, failing to figure what it is."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Thyria loots the box next and returns to the group asking: \" Any ideas what to do next? Maybe you want to make examinations of your own? We could try the switch and see what happens. \""
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " how about two people put something sharp at a place on their *he motions to the unmoving people* bodies that sharp things shouldn't go, just in case they aren't to happy about us bringing them out of whatever trance they're in? "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((did anyone thought maybe to push the button?))"
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "((we're about to! i just wanna make sure that if they come out fighting we have a definite advantage))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Good idea, two of us hold a dagger to their throats while the third pushes the button. \n\n((how many are we? Matthew, Wisp, Thyria,... ??))\n\nThyria moves over to the black robed man to stand behind him with a rapier through his back (coming out in front) and a shortsword in the other hand, poking into his head through the eye.\n\n Go on then! "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "After a quick organisation (NPC sling is still there) you puch the button.\n\nThe two figures start to move, ignoring you and going strait trough you.\n\nThe man in black says \"We sould not mess with it.\" and the brown robed reply \"You are a shadowsoul Hemero, you will never understand the beauty of creation.\"\nAfter a short thought hemero says \"Even tarsiv says its risky.\" jest for the brown robed to say \"Tarsiv is a paranoid, and lacks common sense.\", hemero says with despair \"And even he can understand we are going over our heads here.\"\n\nAs this conversation is over, both figures disappear and hemero reappears with slight changes (a scar on his eye and a new cloak) saying \"My name is Hemero shadowsong, I have built this fortress as the defense of the orb of time.\"\nA quick phase and he continues \"I have placed such holograms of the past to warn you about the orb, the pyramid is to protect the universe from the orb, not the other way around. but beware, she has her own will, and not everything you see here is a hologram, some are distorts of time and space, and you may encounter anything from future self, to long dead opponents.\"\n\nHe disappears, and a key shows up, guiding himself into the door and unlocking it.\n\n\"Continue if you must, but i urge you to go back\" says hemero, and disappears."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " That sounds...interesting. Nothing i'd like better than killing myself when its not really me. Now then, on after the Orb? Or are we gonna heed his advice and leave? "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((well? people?))"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Leaving is not an option. What confuses me is that Tarsiv himself is the one who has locked away the orb, or did I get it wrong? We should definitely trust no one (not our employers) until we have all the orbs \n Thyria checks if the door is open now."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "To a gentle touch the door opens, revealing a corridor that quickly forks into 2. (one to the left, another to the right.)"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "checking for traps and surroundings in general...\n listen - (1d20+4)[ 8 ] \n spot - (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \n[roll=search(traps)]1d20+7[/roll]\n\nif no new clues then left and proceed"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "so again....\n search including traps - (1d20+7)[ 24 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "You find no traps, but you can see that parts of the wall are marked by a small, nearly unnoticeable mark."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "People? Wake Up!"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria goes looking for sticks (if needed outside the pyramid) then first tries several times to hit the marks until she hits one, then waves a stick near the marks and sees what happens, then touches it with a long stick.\n\n\" I think this something to figure out for you mages and mind bogglers \""
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "None of what you made had more effect then causing a slight ding-dong noise."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "well then, if noone else checks magically....\nlet's have a look at the ceiling and the floor and then cautiously proceed left."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "You move down a corridor, passing by some obvious traps with ease.\nAbout 50 ft. later you get to a room that is 25x25x25 in size. in the ceiling you can see a large glowing orb."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Matthew addresses his orb. \"Is that it, or is what were looking at some other funky glowing sphere?\" "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": " \"To say the truth?\" says the orb \"I think this thing is a switch of some sort, hemero liked these things.\" "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((Is this room a dead end or can we continue further?))\n\n Matthew, maybe we should check out the other direction first, before we start flipping switches? "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " I agree. Let's go back and see what else is around. "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "You walk the other way around, seemingly it is the same.\nAt the edge you can see iron bars blocking your way, and a staircase is on the other side."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "Well then, let's see if we find traps or any other clues here...\n\n spot - (1d20+4)[ 16 ] \n listen - (1d20+4)[ 11 ] \n search - (1d20+7)[ 24 ] "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "You can see that the bars CAN be lifted, but you lack the ability to do so."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " well then , since we have no other choice, let's go figure out the switch "
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "Well, the same room as before people."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": " Thyria \n So, any ideas how to work the switch? "
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((doublepost since it was so quiet))\n\nasking Matthews orb: Do you have any idea how that switch might work?\n\nin case there is no answer: simply trying to hit it with a wooden stick while not standing directly under it."
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "\"Honest? no clue.\" says the orb \"Probably something mechanical as I know hemero.\"\nYou cannot reach the switch, it is 20 ft. above you."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "what happens when (even after several attempts) a thrown stick or stone hits the \"switch\"?"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "((wow, I am so dumb to miss the fact you can do that.))\n\nOn the slightest touch on the switch you can hear a noise coming from the other side, then hemero's image appear again and says \"Well, you didn't expect it to be that easy did you? I have a little maze for you.\" then he disappears again."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((nothing else changes?))\n\nThyria goes back to the room with the bars to see if maybe now the way is open"
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((so...., dead thread?))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "My bad, didn't see you post.\n\nYou are walking out of the room you are in, but quickly find that your way is blocked by a solid wall, and that there is a turn to the left, that was not there before."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "((is there a way to mark the walls?))"
},
{
"author": "boomwolf",
"message": "Do you have anything on you to mark it?\n\nIn any case I think of closing this game.\nYou are a great player krelon, but I was never into a 1-on-1 game. and this whole campaign is built around a 5-man crew. wondering around time and space looking for 5 artifact, one for each."
},
{
"author": "Krelon",
"message": "too bad, I liked it but 1:1 is really not so much fun as with a motivated group\n\nanyway, if you need a replacement elsewhere drop me a PM\nI'll be looking for a new game in the next weeks"
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "Guess I can delete that shugenja in that case. I totally understand how these things go 🙂"
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "wow...this game JUST popped up in my CP.\n\nREALLY sorry about not seeing it, though with the game closing, i guess it doesn't matter."
}
] |
[
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": "Here you guys go:\n \nAttilargh:\n \n\tAs you are cleaning up the inn for morning along with the other servants, Elfrida, a nice human woman from Altdorf, and Konrad, a poor peasant boy who moved here a few years ago and the most senior servant in th inn, you three notice a leaking sound coming from the stairs leading up to the room. Assuming some one broke a chamber pot and you did not notice, Konrad orders you to deal with the unpleasant mess. Obediently you head to the stairs and find no chamber pot.\n\tA drop of blood hits the back of your head, looking up you find the body of Johann, a servant who has been missing since last night. His body lies pinned to the ceiling by three large spikes. His blood leaves a trail of blood down the\n\nWhose in the inn?\n\tThe inn is divided into two levels. The bottom level holds the kitchen and the bar, while the top level holds the rooms. The inn is a square building near the center of town, and is 24ft. by 24ft. The top floor is divided in two by on long hallway, and the stairs are at the west end of the hallway. Each sides holds three room, which are about10ft. By 8ft. Each room has a small bed and closet. In th inn currently are:\n\t-One halfling who described himself as a “liberator of the underclass” and called himself Rudi. He is in the west most room on the north side. (Ghul Marak's character).\n\t-Two mercenary types from the south and east. They called themselves Efrid and Gert and they arrived last night. They are on the west rooms on the south side.\n\t-A local layabout called Pieter. He drank himself into a stupor last night and paid you a few pence for a room. He is in the middle north room.\n\t-A hunter called Magnus, who boasted last night of his skill with the dagger and drank a lot of mead. Comes in every few years, saying he has relatives here. No one knows if he does or not, but the gossipers got tired of talking about him a few decades ago. He is in the northeast room.\n\t-A woman called Silma, who came in last night near the end of hours and demanded a room. She had a very forceful personality and for a few shanks got the south easternmost room.\n \nVazzaroth: \n\t\nIt is morning in the garden of the Lord of Death & Dreams, and priest Dermut has roused his fellow members of the Order of the Shroud. Awaking you and the other priest (it's a small town and there aren't that many dead, except during plague season) you recall vague memories of Blood and Gore from your dreams. And a mask. A red mask. Things are fuzzy early in the morning. As you begin to pray in the main chapel footsteps are heard near the gate. Glaring at the door Dermut then looks t you and rising you walk over to the door. There stands a watchman, with a bag dowsed in... blood.\n\t “Here. We do not know who these... pieces belong to, and all we found was... this.” From a pocket he produces a small watchman's hat, blue with a tiny piece of brass stuck to the front. Handing it to you it feels a little too thick in one part. ”All we ask is that you bury the body and try to identify it.” He drops the bag and skittishly hurries away from the dark and dour building of death.\n\n proud_walker: \n\tYou've been on the night watch and now as the sun rises you prepare to go home with a pocket full of brass. As you are about to leave you notice a large man walk up to one of the carts from a newly arrived boat and reaching in grab a package. He proceeds to hurriedly walk off in the direction of the warehouses.\n\n Ghul marak: \n\tYou are awoken by the screams of your fellow patrons. Opening the door you se one of the servant's dead body pinned to the ceiling by three daggers. His blood is now dripping onto the wooden stairs and leaving a trail of blood down the stairs. Your door is also splattered but only in area just at your head height, and oddly enough the floor and lantern are completely clean unlike the rest of the inn's second floor."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Rudi \n\nRudi stared dumbly at the door, eyes wide. Then, slowly, he turned and looked up at the corpse on the ceiling. “ Oh… oh gods. This… who.. wha… \" Utterly dumfounded by the scene of senseless violence lay out before him, he walked past the dripping blood, walked down the stairs being careful to avoid the blood, and approached the bar. “ I need a drink. And maybe a pie or two. ” He didn't say it to anyone specifically, he was more hoping that the barkeep will hear him."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Ulrich \n\nUlrich looks grimly at the bag.\n Well, I suppose we should do what we must. \nUlrich bends over and takes a look inside the bloody bag."
},
{
"author": "proud_walker",
"message": "Henning is tired but the past few days was too boring. So he thought\n \"Hell, lets give it a shot!\" \nHe starts to walk carefully at the direction of the man, always leaving enough space between them."
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": " Ghal Marak \n The Bartender notice you and says, \"What's the problem?\" as he reaches for a dirty glass and calls back to the kitchen \"Hey, a pie here for the halfling!\" \n Vazzaroth \n Inside the bag is a man split into parts. Many of them are overed in strange scar markings, triangles with a line coming off of it. The parts seem quite fresh and cleanly cut.\n \n Spoiler \nMake an Academical knowledge Check (Theology) at -10%\n \n\n \nproud_walker \nHe walks quietly and quickly away, twisting around the warehouses until he reaches a small hole in the ground. He jumps in and you can hear a soft splashing noise."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Rudi \n\nRudi stared at the Barkeep. \" Did... did you not hear the scream?!? There's a dead body up there!! Bloods everywhere!! \" He put his face in his grubby hands, muffling his voice. \" I should’a just stayed back home! \""
},
{
"author": "proud_walker",
"message": "Henning waits for a few seconds and then approaches carefully.\n \"This is getting more interesting...\" "
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "((I'm still new to WFRP, does simply having a skill give a 10% mastery bonus, or does that just start when you have taken it a second time?))\n\n (1d100)[ 64 ] VS Int 31 - 10 = 21"
},
{
"author": "proud_walker",
"message": "I think you get 10% bonus the second time you get it"
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by proud_walker \n I think you get 10% bonus the second time you get it \n \n\n Correct. In the future post this in the OOC thread, please.\n\n Ghal Marak \n \"Wot, theres been a murda'?!\" . and he looks at the stares. Seeing the blood he puts down the glass full of ale and then falls back onto a stoool. Getting up he says, \"Will need tu call the Watchmen. Urghh.\" adn then qwalks out the door. The cook comes out looks at the blood and faints.\n\n Vazzaroth \nYou do not recognise the strange symbols on his flesh. Dermut calls your name and then points toward the mortuary room.\n\n proud_walker \nAs you aproach the hole you can hear him splash off towards the town.\n\n Kojiro Kakita \nA week ago, a strange group of Beastmen cam to the edge of you people's lands. Ambushed they fought and then...retreated. Such strange behavior from a group of the warped has caused concern amongst the elders of your glade. They dispatched you to find out how they are led so well. You have tracked them for eight days now and they have fled the area of your and heading towards the mighty river Reik. There they ambushed a poor ferryman. unconcerned with the death of a human you crossed the river and now find yourself near a town. The beasts have entered a small cave which your finely tuned senses tells you leads to the filthy sewers."
},
{
"author": "Kojiro Kakita",
"message": " Relar \n\nKeeping his cloak wrapped around him, so that his facial features were covered, Relar entered the town. Although he normally preferred to remain out of human towns, after all what were they but large signs that told ones enemies that we are here so come and attack us, he decided that the beastman problem would require the help of humans. Walking over to the temple of Morr, the human version of the Goddess Morai Hag, Relar knocked on the door of the monestary."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Rudi \n\nRudi walked over and kicked the cook. \" Hey, wheres those pies? This is a horrible thing that has happened, and I need to eat to forget it. Or get drunk. Getting drunk is good too. \""
},
{
"author": "proud_walker",
"message": "Is there any way that henning won't make any noise as he gets into the hole?\nIf not he goes to the first sewer manhole in the town"
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Ulrich \n Unfortunate. \n\nUlrich holds the bag in front of him and carries it to the room Dermut pointed out."
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": " Kojiro Kakita \nThere is no door but, in the absence of one you knock on the side of the gate.Inside you see three figures beginning there morning prayers. An old man and a younger if middle aged man are bowed low towards a statue of the death god. walking away from them a youngre man holds a dripping bag of full of something.\n\n Rudi \nThe cook does not respond. From above you hear sounds of a scuffle from above. Shouts can be heard and some strange cursing that sounds vaguely southern. Tilean?\n\n proud_walker \nThe sewers are old, very old. originally high elven then dwarvish they are labrynthine and i would not suggest going into them from another point. They are also do to their vast size rather empty with very limited amounts of water. If you want to you can decrease your move by one and not enter the water. This should be quieter.\n\n Vazzaroth \nUpon hearing the knock on the gate, an exasperated Dermut says \"leave the bag in the mortuary room, and then please talk to our good visitor here. \" He sighs and once again begins muttering Ancient."
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Yes sir. Busy day... \n\nUlrich hurried across to the mortuary and quickly deposited the drenched bag. He came back to the gate and cracked it open. He speaks in a low, even-tone voice.\n Do you require the services of this garden of Morr this morning? \n\nUlrich is a young man dressed in his traditional black robes, and has his head shaved bald."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Rudi \n\nRudi looked up at the stairs. \" Eh? \" He looked back down and kicked the cook again. \" Hey, something is still goin on up there. Go check it out. \" Still receiving no response, Rudi sighed. \" I just wanted some pie. \" Rudi walked over to the stairs and started the climb up. He was careful to avoid the blood, and kept his ears open for more sounds."
},
{
"author": "Kojiro Kakita",
"message": "\"Human, I found a body outside of the town. The man was mauled by Beastmen. I know you humans have many complicated and required rituals so you may want to get the body or what is left of it,\" Relar replied in clipped Reik.\n\"Furthermore, where can I alert the town watch, I traced some bandits to this town but they disappeared into the sewer system.\""
},
{
"author": "proud_walker",
"message": "Henning realizes that the only way to get in there soundless is slow way.\nGrabbing the beginning of the manhole with both hands, he let himself fall only when he is fully streched"
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": " Vazzaroth and Kojiro Kakita \nAcross the small gate you two see a tall robed human and a strange cloaked elf. Behind the human you can hear the low chanting of the preists. The humans hands a re drenched in blood and one carries a small hat, blue.\n\n Ghal Marak \nAt the top of the stairs you see the mercenaries and the Hunter shouting and yelling at each other. The Mercenaries are screaming, \"Look at these knives! They are from Talabecland! Who else would carry knives from Talabecland, but the hunter who so proudly boasted oh his skill with the dagger and how his daggers are made from the finest forges of Talabec?\" In reply the Hunter shouts, \"You Tileans! So untrustful of us! Who else would carry out such an act of depraved murder than those who ar epayed to kill?\" Ignoring the fact that he is payed to kill, if just (?) beasts. A trail of vomit leads to the drunkards room, and the strange women sits quietly in the back playing with a small pence. up and down, up and down....\n\n proud_walker \n \n Spoiler \nmake a Silent Move and Agility check\n \n The sewere is dark and poorly illuminated by the small amount of manholes. Seeing you, the thief begins dashing off hampered by the water."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Rudi \n\nRudi shook his head and shouted. \" Hey! Knock it off, you great dunderheads! Look at it! \" He jabs a finger at the body pinned to the celing. \" You think anyone could do that? No, I think it was... an Orc!! \" Rudi crossed his arms and glared at the men. \" Damn orcs always killin' people. \" He didn't really believe it was an orcs work. If it was an orc, it was a very self-restraining one. And there was no such thing. \" Besides, the guards are gonna be here soon anyway. Let them sort it out. \""
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": "The mercenaries curse in Tilean and then say, \"Orcs! Hah! That makes less sense then this damn frigid land! No orc could have made it in here what with us near by!\" The hunter adds, \"Not with me you mean! And the Empire is far better than any of of your strange nations! Can't even muster a real army!\" \n \n Spoiler \nMake a Peception Check\n "
},
{
"author": "proud_walker",
"message": " (2d100)[ 54 ][ 1 ](55) \nThe first is for silent move and the second for agility check\nBoth checks are vs agility 32"
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": " Ghal Marak: \nYou notice that the strange woman has some knives, with a hilt like the one that the man is killed with.\n\n proud_walker \nYou land right on the edge, but he hears you. he turns and upon seeing you, dashes off."
},
{
"author": "proud_walker",
"message": "Henning shouts\n \"Wait! Don't make this harder for you!\" \nCan henning follow him if he runs?"
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Rudi \n\n\" Hmm... secuse me gents. \" Rudi pushed his way past the Tileans and the hunter, and walked up to the lady. \" Scuse me miss. Change for a shilling? \" Rudi stuck his hands down his pockets and tried to sneak a peek at the knife again."
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": "(where are Vazzaroth and kojiro?)"
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": "(I dunno. Poke em?)"
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": "((Sorry, I was at a friend's house for a while.))\n\n Another body? An ill-fated day indeed. We have discovered... part of one as well. \n\n((I'm confused about the other people we saw. Are they inside or outside the Garden gates?))"
},
{
"author": "Kojiro Kakita",
"message": "OOC: I couldn't post until V did so.\n\nIC:\n\"I see,\" Relar said with a pause. \"The one I saw was killed by a beast man. How about the other body?\""
},
{
"author": "Vazzaroth",
"message": " Hacked to pieces. Or... well, I don't know how he came to be in the state. Beastmen... Keeps getting worse and worse. "
},
{
"author": "Engineer",
"message": "proud_walker\n(OOC: Yes) he turns and shouts, \"Harder! Ha! you will end me and that is sometihng i will not let happen quite yet!\" \n Ghal Marak \nDefinately like the knives that pinned him.\n\nVazzaroth:\n(OOC: They are inside the garden wall.)"
},
{
"author": "proud_walker",
"message": "Henning runs while he holds his knife\n\n(I didn't had any time to buy weapons, but i suppose i can a have at least a dagger. If not, just tell me and i will edit the post.)"
},
{
"author": "Kojiro Kakita",
"message": "\"I see. Well, I saw them heading towards the sewers of your town and I plan on pursuing them. However, I think I may need some help, so if you can kindly point where I can get assitance....\" Relar replied."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Rudi \n\nRudi, not waiting for what the woman said, turned back to the mercenaries and walked over to them. \" Gentilmen, I know who did it now. \" Dramatically, he whirled around and pointed an accusing finger at the woman. \" It was her! She has in her hands a dagger exactly the same as the ones that killed that poor fellow! \""
}
] |
[
{
"author": "Gamgee",
"message": " STAR WARS: DAWN OF DEFIANCE\nEpisode I\nTHE TRAITOR’S GAMBIT \n \nIt is a dark time in the galaxy. The evil Galactic Empire has spread\nfrom the Deep Core to the Outer Rim, and everywhere\nthe Empire’s tyranny can be felt.\nFleeing from the oppression of the Emperor’s minions, agents of\nSenator Bail Organa have run to a remote space station above\nBrentaal. Known to be a vocal opponent of the Empire,\nOrgana may be the last hope of freedom in the galaxy.\nIn the hopes of stopping these dissidents before they can\nreach the Senator, the Empire has alerted its forces on\nSel Zonn Station, where the struggle for liberty rages on,\nand the first sparks of rebellion have begun to burn. . . . \nHeros of the Rebellion\n\nDoctor Kast\n http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=37885 \n\nRobert (Bob) Morlich\n http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=37034 \n\nSoridan\n http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=39808 \n\nSian Jobl\n http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=39728 \n\nShaah\n http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=37964 \n Off in the distance hung space station orbited the world of Brentall. The station was at one time seen as a jewel orbiting the planet, now however many said it looked like a scrap heap. Sel Zonn station was worn and used, there was much upkeep on the landing platforms which looked new, the central pillar however looked like it had seen less upkeep over the years. Three massive platforms with docking bays made a large chunk of the station, and finally on top of this was a well up kept platform for the loyalists of the empire.\n\nIt has been a largely quite day on the landing docks, finally one of the local freighters came in and landed. No one noticed one more human leaving the shuttle, he was walking off of the shuttle with a Sullustian. However the attendants handing out data pads on the local activity an sites to see , lazily they handed them the data pad and told them to keep moving.\n\nA smaller and older looking ship that looked like it might have dated back to the mid clone wars had just docked, it looked like a refurbished military ship. Only one passenger left the ship, he was of average height but that was about all that was average. He had several days of stubble, and he wore the camo style clothing associated with military warfare, he also carried a gun by his side. The local security forces looked him over once before deciding they did not feel like trouble, they handed him a data pad and told him he could go about his business.\n\nFinally one last ship landed with a dull thud, this thing was not pretty either. Looked like it had come from deep space, it had blaster marks all over it and a barely held together look, this was odd considering it was a relatively new model YT-1300. One man got off of the ship, as the cloud of vapors from the landing gear cleared it was clear he was not human. His orange colour began to show, and soon a breath mask appeared over his face and the distinct features of a Kel Dor. An attendant quickly gave the ship a look of worry as if it was about to explode but handed the Kel Dor a data pad anyways and wished him on his way.\n\nIn the quick burst of steam no one noticed the quick and lithe female Kel Dor jumping out of a side hatch and darting into the shadows of some crates. She quickly looks around and notices a data pad someone had thrown away and pick it up, after all it might come in handy later.\n\nOne thing everyone noticed was that a small group of storm troopers were now walking about and making random inspections, best not be around when they start poking and looking for trouble. Everyone starts to quickly as they can leave the docking bay without looking suspicious. \n I need a stealth check for Saah Tarl. "
},
{
"author": "Rane126",
"message": "Bob thanks the pilot of his transport before he walks down the boarding ramp. He surveys the docking bay as he does so, taking in the bustle of activity as the crowd filters towards the station entrance.\n\nTaking the datapad handed to him by some anonymous being he shifts his rifle's strap more comfortably on his shoulder and seems to be engrossed in viewing the detail on the pad while he casually makes his way with the flow of beings passed the white clad troopers. Trying not to attract unwarranted attention."
},
{
"author": "Baerdog7",
"message": " Sian Jobl \n\nThe Sullustan accepts his datapad with a nod and word of thanks to the Imperial greeter and continues walking alongside his human companion, chattering amiably."
},
{
"author": "Gamgee",
"message": " The data pad contains a lot of information about the small space station, most of it is boring and you skip over it. Finally after a few moments of scanning for anything useful you come across a list of note able locations.\n\nGundark's Cantina: Owned and operated by a gruff Human male who has named \"Gundark\" Saff, Gundark's Cantina is a place where people from all walks of life can come and relax. Gundark has very faint Anti-Alien sentiments, however he does not stop anyone from having a round at his cantina, because of this it is a favourrite spot of non humans as well as a place for humans to mingle with them.\n\nThe Credit Chip: A local casino that attracts a wide variety of patrons, it is operated by a quite and brooding human male named Cecil Vane. He does not like the empire, and they have a bit of a grudge as well since they always leave with less money then they came in with.\n\nDelgas Medical Supplies: A corporate medical facility, Byraa Fenn is the chief doctor in charge of the clinic. They will treat anyone who pays and show no bias towards non humans. Rumors are she is a good way to get in contact with people who are otherwise hard to meet.\n\nMechanical Allies: A droid repair and sales shop, run by a Twi'Lek named San. He is known to be somewhat untrustworthy and the Empire has given his shop a negative view. He only remains in business due to his ability to talk and pay. "
},
{
"author": "Baerdog7",
"message": " Sian Jobl \n\nSian continues to walk with the doctor, taking quick steps to keep up.\n\n Hey, how 'bout a round at Gundark's? Might be a good place to wait for the others. \n\n((I'm assuming that Sian is walking with Dr. Kast from the description in the first post. I'll edit this if I'm wrong.))"
},
{
"author": "Rane126",
"message": "Once he's past the scrutiny of the stormtroopers Bob actually reads the information in the datapad as opposed to pretending to do so. Since his wookiee contact on Kashyyyk was not specific about who to meet or where to meet them past identifying this station he decides to visit the cantina while he formulates a plan. He heads in that direction."
},
{
"author": "Gamgee",
"message": "Upon reaching the cantina you take in the sights and sounds of all the different races from the galaxy. The one thing that you can notice is unlike other Cantina this place looks fairly well kept and the smell level is down to a minimum, a miracle with all these different races in the Cantina. Over at the bar you see presumably Gundark, a very tall human he looks like he was once a bouncer and he has several scars on his arms, he also wears a worn leather vest that looks quite in contrast to the clean room, dark and dirty. He is lazily washing some glasses while always keeping one eye on the crowd just in case something gets out of hand and he is needed.\n\nEDIT\nthis goes for all of you, and the only people here who know each other would be the good ol Doc and Sian."
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " Soridan Talref \n After thanking his pilot briefly and fitting his breath mask and goggles, Soridan exited the comfortable atmosphere of his craft, and accepted the datapad he was offered upon leaving. Activating the piece of machinery, he read through its contents, mildly surprised at the frankness of some of the information inside, and speaking his thoughts, as was his custom. \n Hmm. Gundark's cantina is 'mildly anti-alien'. I do not like the sound of that. There is no alternative cantina mentioned, so there I shall go. \n With that, Soridan set off in the direction of Gundark's Cantina, following the directions on the datapad. "
},
{
"author": "Rane126",
"message": " Bob Morlich \n\nBob saunters to the bar thumb scrolling through the datapad to see if there's any other useful information contained in it. He orders a corellian ale from the tall human and then looks for a free booth to sit in where he can face the door of the establishment."
},
{
"author": "Holocron Coder",
"message": " Shaah Tarl \n\nCrouching behind some crates, Shaah scans the hangar before pocketing the datapad and quickly and quietly moving to the closest large group of people.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Stealth Check - (1d20+4)[ 16 ] \n \n\n\nDoing her best to hide among the crowd, Shaah waits until she is outside to glance at the recovered datapad. Tweaking her eye guards slightly to allow better reading, she scans the locations listed on the device before settling on the cantina. Glancing around quickly, she walks in that direction, barring any unusual confrontations."
},
{
"author": "Gamgee",
"message": "As you peer around the room and especially at the door you notice that there are generally nice people coming in and average. However you continue to look, hopeful that you will find someone who may be able to help you. So far the only note able person to walk through the door was a Kel Dor who looked far from the homeworld.\n\n perception check needed from Bob \n\nAs Soridan enters the tavern it is clear some action is going down, their appears to be a human watching the door. You are not sure what to make of it, but he continues to let his gaze return to the door every so often. He looks very rugged and in a sense well worn, he is wearing a camo cloak with forest style to it and has a rifle strapped to his back."
},
{
"author": "Rane126",
"message": "Bob keeps his eyes scanning the room and entrance.\n \n Spoiler \n [roll] d20+5 [/roll]\n "
},
{
"author": "Gamgee",
"message": "No spaces and you need to put how many dice you are rolling. So 1d20+5"
},
{
"author": "Telemont",
"message": " Doctor Kast \n\nStrolling off the perfectly average looking transport, the hero of our story chatted amiably with his sidekick. The Sullustian, presumedly known to him as Sian Jobl, seemed everything a daring fellow could ask for in a partner. Agile, intelligent, and able to while the hours away chatting about a wide variety of subjects. What they specifically talked about is probably quite unimportant as even the attendants appeared to pay no significant attention, before handing Sian the data pad and ushering them onward.\n\n \"I've got to say, a stiff drink at Gundarks sounds like just the thing to settle a fellows nerves after a wrenching trip through space. I don't know what it is about these old ships, but they always set my stomach to spinning circles around itself. Hrrm, it looks like half the people coming out of the transports make Gundark's their first stop. Do you think a name like Gun Dark indicates anything we should keep an eye out for, above and beyond the obvious of course?\" \n\nAnd indeed, when the two strolled into the tavern the Doctor gazed long and wide about the Cantina as if it were a moment in an old western film. Still, unlike many a protagonist the doctor felt he was sorely outclassed by a few of the monstrously muscled fellows lurking in the shadier parts of the Cantina. He averted his eyes, finally, and made for a comfortable looking bar seat where he ordered up a drink for himself and his ally. A quick exchange of a cred-chip takes care of the bill, and a paranoid glance is spared for any brewing trouble.\n\n \"Nice enough place. Hope nobody spikes our drink with something unsavory. Any idea of some of the local customs of this place? Does it show that kind of thing on your data pad? I'd hate to royally piss of some local dignitary because I failed to bless his sneeze, or the like.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rane126",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Gamgee \n No spaces and you need to put how many dice you are rolling. So 1d20+5 \n \n\nSorry, not too smart me.\n \n Spoiler \n\n[roll]1d20[/roll] + 5\n\nApparently I need some schooling in dice.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rane126",
"message": "Is it that I had to edit the post?\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+5)[ 19 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Baerdog7",
"message": "((There you go. And, no, you cannot edit posts after making a die roll. It's a way of keeping people from fudging their results.))\n\n Sian Jobl \n\nSian hops up onto a bar stool next to the doctor and accepts the drink.\n\n I don't think there's much that makes this station different from any of the thousands like it in the galaxy: rusting, ill-maintained, and old. And I doubt we'll see any dignitaries here. As long as we keep a low profile we'll be fine. \n\nHe takes a swig of his drink and turns toward the doctor.\n\n What do you make of the guy with the blaster rifle over there in the booth? Looks like he's waiting for somebody. "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " Soridan, glad of his eyepiece for once, despite the discomfort it places upon him, covertly scans the room and its motley assortment of patrons. Deciding that nothing is overtly dangerous, orders a glass of wine, ignoring the derisive glance from the man behind the counter.\n\nAfter being served, he takes his drink, settles down at an empty table and, reaching a hand into his plain jacket, removes a small pack of battered looking playing cards. Placing them on the table, he begins to arrange them in the traditional solitare style.\n\nAs he arranges the cards, Soridan listens to the background chatter of the room. Behind him, hears someone say; \n\n \" I doubt we'll see any dignitaries here. \" \n\nand is unable to stop a small smile from reaching his lips."
},
{
"author": "Telemont",
"message": " Doctor Kast \n\nDoctor Kast takes the somewhat romantic approach to his stiff liquor, sipping at it with a slow deliberation to give the ice time to melt and mix while fighting back the sensation to gag that comes with every swallow of the foul stuff. After about the third masochistic sample, the salt-and-pepper haired human regards his newest companion.\n\n “Geh… this stuff packs a kick! I’ve been thinking about the Docking bay, and the way it’s so well maintained. I know a docking bay is a station’s lifeblood and all, you’ve said as much on our way here, but I’m betting the empire's Military quarters are just as fresh. The rest is pretty run down from the looks of it. I hate to be the one to piss in the liquor but this is the future; this is a shadow of how things are going to turn out.” \n\nBetween the two of them there is an extra sentence hanging in the air, “Unless we change it for the better.” But that part is better left unsaid, especially because it looked like there was a game of Sabacc or the like brewing.\n\n “The guy with the rifle? Dangerous. He’s got the look of someone who had a buddy die, and that doesn’t often make for good dinner conversation. That’s my guess, anyway.” "
},
{
"author": "Holocron Coder",
"message": " Shaah Tarl \n\nEntering the cantina, the young Kel Dor quickly sits herself at small, empty booth. Pulling out the datapad once more, she tinkers with it quietly, possibly inspecting it for additional information or other tricks. Occasionally she looks up from her work at the patrons, noting the few at the bar and the one, oddly, playing some card game with himself despite the sabacc table.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Use Computer - (1d20+7)[ 24 ] - Essentially just to see what she can make of the datapad. Idle roll, really.\n "
},
{
"author": "Gamgee",
"message": "As you look at the door you notice a Kel Dor walk in inspecting a data pad. She is oblivious that he is not fitting in and he eventually finds a seat in the room. At one of the tables a game of cards has begun, no challengers as of yet but you can see him arranging the cards now.\n\nAs you guys start to settle into your drinks a band comes up on stage and begins to play a different song than what was playing. It is a relatively fast and upbeat tune. So far nothing looks out of the ordinary.\n\nAs Shaah enters the cantina fiddling with his datapad he takes a seat and continues. Everyone seems to be settling into their drinks for the moment, going back to the data pad you press some keys on it and after a few minutes of searching the hidden files which you find nothing other than the files that allow the datapad to run.\n\n I need perception checks from everyone now that we are all here. "
},
{
"author": "Rane126",
"message": "Bob Morlich\n\n \n Spoiler \n [roll0]\n "
},
{
"author": "Rane126",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Rane126 \n Bob Morlich\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+5)[ 11 ] \n \n \n \n\nOh dear....\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+5)[ 11 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Holocron Coder",
"message": " Shaah Tarl \n \n Spoiler \n\n Perception - (1d20+7)[ 12 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " Soridan Talref \n\nPerception [roll0]"
},
{
"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": "Your bug seems to be infectious.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+5)[ 22 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Rane126",
"message": "Bob Morlich\n\n[spoiler]Acute senses re-roll (1d20+5)[ 16 ] [/spolier]"
},
{
"author": "Gamgee",
"message": "Outside the tavern in the promenade you notice an uproar from the crowd that seems more like screams of terror than the roar a good joke would have made. Just as sudden as you hear this you can also make out the distinct sounds of blaster fire coming from the promenade."
},
{
"author": "Telemont",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20+7)[ 26 ] For Perception.\n "
},
{
"author": "Baerdog7",
"message": " Sian Jobl \n\nSian's ears prick up at the sound of the disturbance. His hand goes down to unsnap the catch on his holster.\n\n I don't remember blaster fire being in the travel brochure, do you? \n \n Spoiler \nPerception: (1d20+6)[ 10 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Rane126",
"message": "Bob places his ale carefully but firmly down on the table in the booth and shifts his rifle across his lap so that it faces the doorway under the table. He leans back, watching the entrance."
},
{
"author": "Gamgee",
"message": "Coming through the door is a human woman who is limping, it is clear she is in considerable pain from the look on her face. She has several singe marks in her clothing, evident that these shots barely missed her. As she stumbles in people back away from her, this is because she has a gun in her hand. Finally she kicks over a table and takes cover behind it."
},
{
"author": "Rane126",
"message": "Bob watches the woman limp in and take cover, he remains in his seat, outwardly at ease. But under the table his finger covers the trigger of his rifle and he hooks a toe under the table's support, ready to kick it over should the need for cover arise."
},
{
"author": "Baerdog7",
"message": " Sian Jobl \n\nSian turns around in his barstool to face the woman, hand on his blaster.\n\n This cantina's getting more colorful by the minute, he murmurs to the Doc."
},
{
"author": "Gamgee",
"message": "Soon after she walks into the room several men also come in. All of them human and all of them armed, they immediately look to the woman and raise their weapons ready to fire. There are as of yet no insignia to identify them, however they are work quite effectively as a team.\n\n Everyone role initiative. \n \n Spoiler \n[b]1d20+6[/roll]\n "
},
{
"author": "Gamgee",
"message": "Initiative roll.\n (1d20+6)[ 25 ] "
},
{
"author": "Baerdog7",
"message": " Sian Jobl \n Should've gone to the damn mech shop... \n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Telemont",
"message": " Doctor Kast \n\n Should've gone to the damn mech shop... \n\n “Mech shop? That’s an understatement. I’m guessing it won’t be long before the Empire sends troopers in to clean up this mess. Get a good look at everyone’s face if you can, because we’re probably gonna get questioned.” \n\nThe doctor darts a hand down to one of the two weapon holsters he’s got strapped to his hips and feels around with futility. Then it strikes him, he’d pawned off the guns to add a healthy sum to his cred-chip and buy transport over to this station. A desperate hand grabs the nearest weapon available, one of the glasses for his liquor, and clutches it with an eye towards the combatants. Which one was in the right, and which one was in the wrong? This wasn’t a fair fight at all, and he was itching to intervene, but common sense warned him otherwise.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20)[ 19 ] Initiative.\n "
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"author": "Rettu Skcollob",
"message": " Soridan's hand freezes over a card as he hears the disturbance, and as the woman and her pursuers come in, he quickly puts a foot under a table leg and flips the table over, attempting to create some makeshift cover. Ducking behind the upturned table, his back to the flat table-top, he considers his next move, his breathing unit and eyepiece masking any emotion he might be showing. \n (1d20)[ 5 ] "
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"author": "Holocron Coder",
"message": " Shaah Tarl \n\nComing to an alert as the blasterfire is head, Shaah pockets the datapad quietly and leans forward on the booth table, one hand slipping inside her rough jacket. Others may not be able to see, but she is fingering one of her blasters as she eyes the door. Quietly she watches the woman walk in, followed shortly by the group of men. This doesn't bode well... she notes to herself.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Initiative - (1d20+9)[ 29 ] \n "
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"author": "Rane126",
"message": "Bob Morlich\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+8)[ 28 ] \n "
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"author": "Gamgee",
"message": "Okay initiative order is:\nSaah with a 29\nBob with 28\nThe thugs with a 25\nDr. Kast with a 19\nSian with a 9\nSoridan with a 5\n\nOkay I need to know what your gonna do daedu and rane."
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"author": "Rane126",
"message": "Bob Morlich\n\nBob Watches the events unfold before him. He's never a fan of an unequal fight and looking at the thugs he gets the impression they are enjoying preying on the woman. As a result he will ready an action to shoot at one of the thugs as soon as one of them shoots at the woman undercover behind the table."
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"author": "Gamgee",
"message": "Man this is gonna be a long ass battle, I think dadeu is in a different time zone so he is essentially going to be lagging this game up. I might have to reorganize the players guys.... I hate to do it but if there is going to be this much of a delay between our general time and his I think he may have to leave... actually what timezone are you in dadeu I also suggest we takes this to the OOC thread."
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"author": "AngelAndrius",
"message": " Welcome to the IC thread! All rolls should be made here in text when they are needed (the OOC thread is basically for questions, goofing off, or generating ideas etc.). You should put the roll as close to the relevant material as possible in parenthesis unless it is combat related.\n\ni.e. \"The sky is not blue.\" (Bluff Check) I say to the local leprechaun.\n\nCombat has the following structure:\n\n1) Declaration of Action\n2) Attack Rolls/Relevant Action Rolls (i.e. tumble check)/Spell DC\n3) Damage Rolls/Spell Results for both Success and Failure/ Any Relevant Results\n\n4) Role Playing Text\n\nUse the forum rollers for die rolls as much as possible, if you need to know how PM me.\n\nOne house rule I have is that on any roll a natural 20 will earn you +10 to the result, but a natural 1 will earn you -10. So if something is DC 100 its probably out of reach. The only exception is a second natural 20 after the first to hit something in combat. So if you get a 20, but are for some reason, fighting something with an AC 100 (😛 ), roll again and if you get a second 20 you hit no matter what. When you roll to confirm, if you do not confirm, you do normal damage, but if you get a third natural 20 it's an instant K.O.\n\nIf something has a much more reasonable AC like 17 and you roll two 20's in a row, on the third roll, failure to confirm = double damage, confirmation = triple damage, natural 20 = instant KO.\n\nThat should be everything. World exposition coming soon!\n\n\n\nThat should be it! Im asking players to check in whenever before Monday, January 28th. That's the starting date so far. "
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"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "Evelyn Raeselle is here! Just need to finish up her sheet... which should be ready by tomorrow.\n\nSo if I understand this... on every attack roll, we should roll an extra d20, just in case we make a nat 20 on the first? Then we roll a third one for the crit confirm? I'm glad I'm not playing a combatant character.... that sounds kinda complicated.\n\nI've always played that a nat 20 was treated as an automatic hit, and that a nat 20 on the confirmation was a critical hit with the damage maximized."
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"author": "AngelAndrius",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by BloodyAngel \n So if I understand this... on every attack roll, we should roll an extra d20, just in case we make a nat 20 on the first? Then we roll a third one for the crit confirm? I'm glad I'm not playing a combatant character.... that sounds kinda complicated.\n\nI've always played that a nat 20 was treated as an automatic hit, and that a nat 20 on the confirmation was a critical hit with the damage maximized. \n \n\n Nah, you just roll, and if you get a natural 20, just edit two more rolls in and see what happens, not two rolls everytime. Usually a 20 is an auto hit, like you said, but in case you are trying to stab Vampire on Super Crack or something, it won't always be a hit if the AC is high enough. That is unless you get the second twenty, then it is a hit no matter what.\n\nFor regular, everyday joe schmoe ACs the first natural 20 will always be a hit, but you have to confirm a second roll (another d20 + the same modifiers used for that attack roll against the target AC) to either do normal damage if you don't manage to confirm, or double damage on a confirm. i.e. 1d8+3 vs 2d8+6. Everything is doubled except for extra weapon damage like frost or bane ( I believe so, I may be wrong). "
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"author": "AngelAndrius",
"message": "The once quiet town of Gerbrandt is now a writhing mass of tension and conflict. Once it was discovered nearly 60 years ago that the surrounding hills embracing the sleepy village were absolutely rich in the ore Adamantium there was a mad rush to buy up the land in order to take advantage of the valuable natural resource. Luckily in the nearby countryside there was an unimportant Lord of the Land, barely affluent enough to be called a Lord at all, managed to buy up most of the critical areas from local farmers by nearly emptying his pockets out. His proximity and quick action managed to hedge out most other interested parties and in doing so, of course made more than a few enemies.\n\nAs the years went by Lord Hael Wilhelm managed to expand upon his assets greatly by controlling the demand and flow of the Adamantium. By some miracle, he managed to survive and flourish. But because of their jealous nature, the High lords never honored Lord Hael with the rank of Lord Renown, despite his being much more affluent and powerful than most Lords Renown. This slight carries on even today, as the High Lords wait in the shadows, waiting to covertly snuff out this \"pig farmer's\" family from far overstepping their bounds.\n\nWell it seems they were a bit slow on the execution of their plans. Lord Hael passed away ten years ago and his eldest son and heir has proved to be a conniving and prudent politician. Every economic, social, and political move made against House Wilhelm has failed so far. Even the two known assassination attempts, one just last week, have failed.\n\nHouse Wilhelm has proven to be a dangerous adversary. Most High Lords now eye the family with a sort of apprehensive reproach, as one would eye a rabid dog. Lords Renown while making every show of being superior, reveal in their nervous speech and deference that they eye House Wilhelm as more than an equal. Every member of the Household feels it. Now is the time for change. Now is the time to earn our rightful dues. Now is the time to act .\n\nBut there are obstacles in the way of course. A few... aspiring... Houses have come to the conclusion that Gerbrandt is just the perfect place to build their Manor or Summer Retreat. More than the expected flattery and supplication to House x there are dire rumors that on the outstretches of our land illegal prospecting is occurring. This coupled with the blatant prospecting occurring outside of House Wilhelm's boundaries is a source of great irritation and headaches. And of course there was the recent assassination attempt. The assailants were sloppy, barely trained buffoons, but they were local. The sort of people some aspiring House might choose to hire.\n\nBut of course, more than the local Lords would want to see House Wilhelm disappear. The recent insurgency against the mining operation was found to be the work of a group dedicated to freeing the workforce, claiming that some were being treated poorly and others were being forced to serve extended sentences to cover the increase in work load. There have also been multiple caravan assaults, whether by the hand of this group or bandits has yet to be uncovered.\n\nWith the war with Kiel in full swing, the demand for the precious Adamantium has skyrocketed, but as the treasury grows, so does the danger. More and more House Wilhelm has become the target of enemies willing to do just about anything to oust them. Enemies wait at every corner, from the Merchants Guild to the ever watchful Church. And no matter what their purposes are, one thing is clear, if House Wilhelm is to survive the turbulent times coming at them, no mistakes and no mercy must become our motto."
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"author": "Lithandrill",
"message": "((I'm here as well. Can't wait to be honest, really looking forward to this. Oh and reserving ROYAL blue 😁 ))"
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"author": "BloodyAngel",
"message": "I reserve red . Also... you can't do rolls in an edit angel... which is why i asked. We'd have to either double-post each time, or put both d20 rolls into the original, just in case there is a nat 20."
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"author": "AngelAndrius",
"message": " Oh, umm, you can't? Let me see \n (1d20+5)[ 22 ] \n\nEDIT: [roll]1d20+5[/roll]\n\n Heh, I guess you're right. Ummm... If you do get a crit go ahead and double post. Thats the best option so far, I think.\n\nYay! World Tidbits! \n\nFamily Tree for House Wilhelm\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nWayt Wilhelm (M) : Tamara Wilhelm-Delstein (F) => Hael Wilhelm (M), Antom Wilhelm (M)\n\n---\n\nHael Wilhelm (M) : Sedna Wilhelm-Vassroyt (F) => Heinrich Wilhelm (M), Stoman Wilhelm (M), Evelyn Wilhelm (F), Lien Wilhelm (F), Wayt Wilhelm (M)\n\n---\n\nHeinrich Wilhelm (M) : Weyra Wilhelm-Trommle (F) => Tranton Wilhelm (M), Tuefel Wilhelm (M), Kaileena Wilhelm (F), Samuel Wilhelm (M), Soel Wilhelm (F) /// Sybille of Gelderland (F)\n\nGilliam Raeselle (M) : Evelyn Raeselle-Wilhelm (F) => Gilliam Raeselle II (M)\n\nRast Daefle (M) : Lien Daefle-Wilhelm (F) => Neya Daefle (F), Hurn Daefle (M)\n\nWayt Wilhelm (M) : Trini Wilhelm-Redalt (F) => Geina Wilhelm (F)\n\n---\n\nTranton Wilhelm (M) : Priel Wilhelm-Dorandt (F)\n\nAlaius Gerus (M) : Soel Wilhelm (F) => Jesea Wilhelm (F)\n\nAlbert Lichtenstein (M) : Sybille Lichtenstein (F) => Markus Lichtenstein (M), Susa Lichtenstein (F)\n\n\nShould be pretty simple if you just follow the names. As you notice, if you are not nobly born your last name is not taken into account with your spouse or children. Only the noble name carries. Bastard children born out of wedlock are not considered nobly born.\n "
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{
"author": "Verruckt",
"message": "Teufel Wilhelm checking in, and for the record, PURPLE! "
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{
"author": "Feralgeist",
"message": "Kaileena wilhelm with this greenlike colour, i think it's called green as my colour"
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"author": "Zarah",
"message": "Manni Arneith checking in as well, reserving teal for my color."
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"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Bound - Chapter 1 \n Another day gone by. Another day spent as the day before. A sickening feeling grips your core. An almost familiar feeling, one that you remember but never quite get used too.\n\nA mortal is calling you. Summoning you to the Prime. Summoning you to serve their will, be it for a minute or for a year. You have done this before albeit rarely. Few have the power or the knowledge to summon one such as yourself.\n\nYou are unique among your kind. Something was twisted when you were created. Your spirit has more room to grow. Your abilities are not like the other hundreds of thousands of your kind.\n\nTo summon you they must have your name.\n\nA twist and then the world blurs and shifts, first a cascade of color and then a flash of blinding light as you pass through the curtain.\n\nBlackness. The acrid smell of fresh ligthning, and the heavy smell of smoke from waxen candles hangs in the air. Your body feels heavy, your mind is sluggish. The room you are in spins for a moment, black obisidian walls a black marble floor engraved in silver. Bulky metal statues spin across your vision.\n \n Ommsilinaas Ommsilnaas Ommsilinaas A voice repeats from somewhere above, echoing itself repeatedly.\n\nAs your vision clears you can see the summoning circel engraved in the floor, blinding in its actinic glare. Another larger circle, more complex and unfamiliar surrounds that one. And yet a third surrounds that one. Each more complex and different , for there is no other word, than the last.\n\nYour mind feels disconnected, something was not right here. Where ever you are it is not where you had previously thought you were going. "
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"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n\nWaetir appears as a drop of water, floating serenely as he peers around. Seeing the written binding circle, a mental frown goes across his mind.\n\n This is not how I agreed to be bound. He thinks to himself.\n\nHe tests the circle's power to hold him, before even looking around for summoners.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCaster level check versus Spell Resistance of 26 or I get loose.\nAttempt to dimension door out of the circle.\nCha check versus DC of 15+half caster level+caster's Cha. (1d20+10)[ 28 ] \n\nThis is if the circle is as a planar binding spell.\n \n\n\nShould Waetir not be able to break the circle, he addresses the area mentally. \"And what would be the purpose of summoning me?\" "
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"author": "Greyen",
"message": "Looking around you see that you are in a circular pit of marble. 3 large humanoid metal statues stand within the bounds of the exterior circle. The pit is open at the top but you cannot see much beyond the lip, other than the fact that it opens up to a larger space. The ceiling is carved from black marble. Identical circles are marked into the roof directly above you.\n\n\n He tests the circle's power to hold him, before even looking around for summoners. \n\nAs you try the boundry of the first circle it flares and throws you back into its center. You hear a dry rasping chuckle from above. {Aquan}Excellent, the first has arrived. \n\nAs you try to move dimensionally the second circle flares, then subsides. the voice from above says in Aquan You cannot escape, these circles were made specifically for you. \n\n \"And what would be the purpose of summoning me?\" \n\n Why? To bind you of course. You see from above a nearly skeletal form step over the edge of the pit and float slowly down toward you. Beads of brilliant read energy glow in this long dead humans eyesockets. His bony frame supports a magnificent robe covered in blinking eyes, and a highly polished black leather belt, tightened to its last hole."
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"author": "Lochar",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nDdoor and the Cha check don't work either, since I assumed the bounceback was my spell resistance check?\n \n\n \"I'd prefer you request, and not demand. Circles like these don't endear you to any you might summon. What do you wish to bind me for?\" "
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"author": "Greyen",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Nothing works...close...very very close though.\n \n\n You seem to be under the impression that I am going to give you a choice. I was not asked to be bound here. But with your assistance we can both leave this place. You serve me, and then we can both leave this place. The lich, for you recognise his kind easily, says with a grim sneer."
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"author": "Lochar",
"message": " \"I will not be forced to do something I do not care to do, and I can sit in this circle as long as you can keep the spell up. Eventually you would get tired of making demands of me that I refuse, then you cancel the spell and I return. Or you could try, I don't know, asking for my help?\" "
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"author": "Greyen",
"message": " That is gnerally how this works. I, however do not have the patience nor the time to banter words with you. You will do my bidding or you will be destroyed along with me and the rest of this tiny little demi-plane. Oh, you probably had not realized quite the situation that you are in.\n\nWe are on small demi-plane. It was created over a thousand years ago by an arch-mage to imprison me. He could not find my phylactry and I was a thorn in his side. He was my former master, I think that he is now dead. So he bound me here, there is but one exit and I cannot find a way to cross it. So you see I am trapped. Fortunately for me I have been able to subvert a small portion of control over this plane to my needs. I have also been able to contact others who would trade knowledge with me. That is how I have been able to find you. And now I tire of this conversation, time is short, for the in my meddling with the structure of this plane to create an egress I have damaged it and it is collapsing. Ever so slowly but I do know that whatever is left in it will be destroyed. Now hold still this shouldn't hurt ...much. \n\nHe steps back and raises his hands and begins to cast a spell, drawing a small iron bar from within his sleave as he does so. As he finishes you feel constricted as if something were holding you. The iron bar evaporates into nothingness.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSR check - 28\nPlease make a Will save.\n "
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"author": "Lochar",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nWill Save: (1d20+8)[ 28 ] \n\n--Edit Bwa ha ha, natural 20!\n \n\n Waetir \n\nWaetir's body blinks for a moment, but then the drop of water shakes. \"That wasn't very nice of you. If you promise to quit trying to force me, I will help you leave. Is that acceptable?\" "
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"author": "Greyen",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nGrrrr...😁\n \n\n\nHis eyes flash in anger as the constriction fails. You are stronger than I had hoped, that is excellent. Your acquiecence is not want I want. I want you for my slave. He raises his hands again to cast a spell, this time pulling a crystaline sphere from his pocket, which seems to leap from his hand to envelope you.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nReflex Save please\n\nOn way or another I'll get you.\n "
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"author": "Lochar",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n... I've got a 36 Dex... Reflex save: (1d20+19)[ 24 ] \n\n--Edit. Of course, I would roll only a 5 for that one. :P Did I save?\n "
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"author": "Greyen",
"message": "You can see and feel a spherical field of force surround you it is about 6 inches in diameter. The lich chuckles, I had hoped for this to go with out wasting that spell, but it will serve. And so will you.\n\nHe draws forth from his pocket a wand which he points to each of the circles in turn. They flash for a moment as their magics disperse, tarnished silver inlay is all that remains. He slips the wand into his sleeve and puts on an oversized heavy black metal ring onto his thumb.\n\nHe draws from his belt a tiny net seemingly made from a spider's web, he touches it to the ring and you can see a tiny line of power, nearly invisible run from the ring to the web. Ever so delicately he wraps the net around the orb of force. He ties the bottom of the net together completely surrounding you. He pulls the line of force tought with a tug of his hand, and shouts a single word glee written across his features, Shaddoch! The net glows for a moment and fades. With a quick gesture of the other hand the sphere dissapates into nothingness.\n\nThe net shrinks immediately, you feel it burn into you as it begins to pass through you.\n\nA feeling of weight suddenly grips you, you can feel your very being connected to the ring.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMake another will save please.\n "
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"author": "Lochar",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nNow I'll roll a 1, just to make up for the 20. Will save: (1d20+8)[ 15 ](23) \n\n--Edit. Actually, as he just dismissed the circle, and I have yet to be hit with dimensional anchor... Can I Ddoor away?\n "
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"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Excellent, come slave you can watch as I summon you companions. He turns and begins to float up and out of the pit you are in. You can feel the tug of the invisible line of force on your core, drawing you upward."
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"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nThe Lich's next spell draws upon what seems to be a blacker vein. A darkend mist begins to fill the next circle. The silver engravings seems to tarnish a tad, but it's wards remain accursedly firm, as they snare another victim\n\nAs the black mists clear, you see what appears, at first glance to be a humanoid. A tad tall in stature; prehaps an elf, in some simple green garment. But a second look gave quite clearly the thousands of lies in that statement.\n\nThe new arrival's face seemed almost flat. His skin was the brown red of melted stone, and seemed almost cracked in places. He had slits for eyes, a minisucle nose, and a slit of a mouth. His head was devoid of hair. His garment shifted for a moment, and a pair of jet black birds wings, with an impressive span rose to either side of him.\n\nHe looked out, suprised at the Lich, but makes an ironical courtly bow\n\n And you are? "
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"author": "Greyen",
"message": "-This happens before MW's post-\nAfter retuning to the top of the pits, Waetir sees that there are 5 pits arranged in a circle around a small platform. Atop the platform there are 4 scrolls and a ring. Taking the ring he slips it onto a finger and points to the staues from the pit Waetir was summoned from. Each of them in turn lifts and moves them into the next pit. He then takes the ring off placing it on the pedastal. The lich picks up one of the scrolls and unrolls it walking to the edge of another pit. He begins to read from the scroll.\n\n-This happens after-\n\n My name does not matter, you may call me 'Master' He then looks to the three statues and says in a commanding tone. Sieze him. The two of the once motionless statues spring forward attempting to grab the newcomer.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nOne one either side attempts to grab and arm.\nTo hit (1d20+23)[ 3 ](26) vs touch AC\nGrapple check (1d20+28)[ 6 ](34) \n\nTo hit (1d20+23)[ 10 ](33) vs touch AC\nGrapple check (1d20+28)[ 1 ](29) \n\nThey attempt to pin you, effectively holding you immobile.\n "
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"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nThe yugaloth is evidently dumbfounded by this total immediete breach of manners. He is not physicly strong, and what resistance he can manage is to little avail\n\n You are... confident in your abilities. Might I ask what has just happened here? "
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"author": "Greyen",
"message": " I am confident in my resources. Now hold still. He reaches into his wide belt pulling an inch thich metal hoop from within. HE pulls the hoop and it expands to be about a foot across. After touching the hoop to a heavy black metal ring on his thumb he says to the golems Make him kneel to his new master The two golems tighten their grip and force you to your knees. As he swings the hoop over your head you see a thin filament of power connecting the hoop to the ring. He indelicately drops the hoop over your headwhere it settles on your shoulders. Stepping back he hold out the ring and says Shaddoch! Nearly instantly the hoop closes on your throat choking of your air flow, you feel it burn as the weight of it fades away. Something grips your core, almsot as if the hoop is latched around your heart.\n\nThe lich then steps back pulling a wand from his sleeve and points it to the rings of power, each one dissapates with a flash.\n\nDisdainfully he says Release him. \n\nLooking to you he says Come slave, we have more work to do. You should meet your new companion as well. \n\nHe then floats back to the top of the pit, you feel the tug of the ring as he moves away.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nWill save please.\n "
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"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nThe Yugaloth does not strugle against his newfound captors now. He just laughs.\n\n I hope you enjoy your moment of power \"Master\". Truely. \n\nHe actually smirks as the minions release him."
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"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n\nWaetir stays low to the ground, ignoring the lich. He sends solely to the other creature. \"You gave in entirely too easily. At least I made him work for it. I hope you enjoy working for this thing, as I won't.\" "
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"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nThe yugaloth is suprised at the comunication (apparently from nowhere), but now the creature makes itself known to him, he notices the elemental. He replies by telepaty himself, obviously annoyed at his own mistakes.\n\n I was suprised. I was expecting some bungaling prime, or prehaps a competant binder to do buisness with. Not a dead Mage with these servants it his back. Worrying. But he will get no second chance. \n\nThe fiend turns his two curious slited eyes upon the creature\n\n But what are you anyway? You seem a strange creature; I don't recall ever having heard of your like. You are an elemental, correct? Why has this overconfidant prime bound you here? Has he told you anything? "
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"author": "Greyen",
"message": "Ignoring the two enslaved extraplanar entities the lich steps to the central pedastal. He takes a moment and examines the three remaining scrolls. He turns and looks to the remaining pits. He picks up the ring off of the pedastal, activating it he move the three golems to an unused summoning pit. Walking to the edge of the pit he takes one of the remaining scrolls and begins to cast a summoning."
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"author": "Lochar",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Moral Wiz \n V \n But what are you anyway? You seem a strange creature; I don't recall ever having heard of your like. You are an elemental, correct? Why has this overconfidant prime bound you here? Has he told you anything? \n \n\n He is insane. Bound here for a thousand years, or so he claimed, in this demiplane. Then the stupid one did something very stupid. He has corrupted the demiplane in an attempt to escape. Now it collapses on him, and with us bound to him, us as well. We are forced to help him escape, or our own essences will be trapped in here as well.\" \n\nA barely visible ripple crosses the drop of floating water. \"As for myself? I was born of elemental water, yes.\" \n\nWaetir floats across the intervening space, landing on the lich. \"You look tired. This should help perk you up!\" Waetir tries, but is unsuccessful in attempting to activate his Cure Critical Wounds on the lich.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUsed the first Will save in my OOC post. Would have been: (4d8+9)[ 25 ] damage, Save 24 Will for half.\n "
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"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Lochar \n He is insane. Bound here for a thousand years, or so he claimed, in this demiplane. Then the stupid one did something very stupid. He has corrupted the demiplane in an attempt to escape. Now it collapses on him, and with us bound to him, us as well. We are forced to help him escape, or our own essences will be trapped in here as well.\" \n\nA barely visible ripple crosses the drop of floating water. \"As for myself? I was born of elemental water, yes.\" \n\nWaetir floats across the intervening space, landing on the lich. \"You look tired. This should help perk you up!\" Waetir tries, but is unsuccessful in attempting to activate his Cure Critical Wounds on the lich.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUsed the first Will save in my OOC post. Would have been: (1d20+22)[ 36 ] damage, Save 24 Will for half.\n \n \n \n\n\n V \n Briliant. Well, if this is a demiplane, and it is collapsing ... \n\nV concentrates for a moment, as the water elemental pesters their captor, holding one clawed inhuman hand to his unnatural head, and then he begins to see the interplay of arcana surrounding them\n\n \n Spoiler \n Detect magic. And (1d20+22)[ 36 ] Spellcraft to identify stuff.\n\nOh, and\n\n (1d20+22)[ 25 ] Knowledge Planes\n\n (1d20+22)[ 42 ] Knowledge Arcana\n\n (1d20+22)[ 30 ] spellcraft for ways of getting out of mystic demi-planer prisons.\n "
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"author": "Greyen",
"message": "@V\n \n Spoiler \n\nLooking around the room you are in you see several auras that are easily identifiable.\n\nIn the pits is a Conjuration ring (inner most), Then an abjuration ring (central ring) and another abjuration ring of stronger power on the outside. All of these spells are not currently active.\n\nThe rings from the pit you came from and you assume the water elemental came from are only lingering magics.\n\nThe ring on the pedastal glows of transmutation magics. The scrolls glow dimly of stored spells, mixed auras.\n\nThe lich glows of overlayed spells, one you can identify easily are -\nLevitate, and Spell Turning.\nMuch of his equipment, like the robe and belt glow too.\n\nThe walls glow of abjuration, evocation, transmutation, and enchantment magics all very powerful. You can see black lines running from the room to the lich, seeming to bind him like a leashed dog.\n\nThe Black ring on his finger is brilliantly powerful, blinding in its auras. Most strongly you see enchantments magics twined with abjuration. Part of the power of the walls is tied into the ring separately from the binding on the lich. The lines for force that the lich has bound both of you with also glow of enchantment and abjuration magics, there is a hint of necromancy and evocation in the lines that run from the two of you to the ring.\n\nMost obvious is the fact that the lich and the ring are bound separately to the stuff of the plane. There is something wrong with the demiplane though. The ring is pulling power from the plane, who knows to what end.\n "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nThe Yugoloth would have raised an eyebrow as he looked at the arcane forces surrounding this place.\n\nThen, as he started to work out exactly what they were, that mild suprise began to turn to almost fear. Irrespective of the Lich's reaction to Waetir's little trick, he began with his telepathy to the water elemental.\n\n This thing is indeed outright bound to the plane, and that ring is too. Between the two, I don't see how he's going to get out. Oh, and that ring has chains of evocation and necromancy running towards us; atop countless powerfull aura's. Our new master too has no shortage of spells upon him. We are in trouble. Any thoughts? \n\nHe comes up behind the lich, and coughs gently. He is quite subserviant,; as he knows that right now anything else might put his existance on the line.\n\n Master? If you want to escape this place, can I move about a bit, to examine it? I might be able to determine an escape route. "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "Waetirs attempt to cast a spell on the lich nearly sickens him causing the spell to fail. The lich does not interrupt reading from his scroll, but you do see a smirk cross his features as he continues on..\n\nThe lich pauses in between his spell casting Do what you will until I call you slave. You cannot go far in this place. He then turns his back on you.\n\nThere is only 1 exit from the room, a darkened arch way that leads to a short hallway with a plain wooden door at the end."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": "Waetir mentally grumbles to the other. \"Stupid fricking binding spells. We escape from this idiot, and then leave him here to be collapsed on by this plane. I am Waetir, by the way.\" \n\nWaetir floats over to the 'loth, before mentally speaking again. We might as well see what we can see. Mind if I ride with you? I can provide healing and protection if our master forgot to tell us about any other playmates he has.\" "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nThe irritation the guardian of the Tower felt at being adressed thus (At least Helekanalaith had manners) did not show.\n\nInsted, he moved towards the rooms sole exit, striding through it, making for the wooden door. Upon reaching it, He tries to open it."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The doorway opens easily into a largeish (40 ft on a side) square room. Arrayed through out the room are various tables and partially finish mystical projects. Strange equipment abounds everywhere. While cluttered with stuff the room is very clean, everything gleams highly polished, not a speck of dust is seen. The room is lit from above by what looks like hundreds of permanent little flames hanging from chains. There are on the left and right walls."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n Certianly. Assistance is a valuable comodity in such situation . \n\nThe 'loth smiled at the water elemental.\n\n I am known to my aquantances as V. That is as good a name as any . \n\nAfter speaking to the elemental, he turns back to the problem of escape."
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{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Greyen \n The doorway opens easily into a largeish (40 ft on a side) square room. Arrayed through out the room are various tables and partially finish mystical projects. Strange equipment abounds everywhere. While cluttered with stuff the room is very clean, everything gleams highly polished, not a speck of dust is seen. The room is lit from above by what looks like hundreds of permanent little flames hanging from chains. There are on the left and right walls. \n \n\n V \n\nWell, we have material. The guardian sends to his new friend, an ironic tone in his thought.\n\nV starts looking through the room, looking for anything that looks as if it is either working, or near working condition. He also is on the lookout for any possible exit. If nessecary, his wings will begin to flap, and he will check through the air.\n\n \n Spoiler \n DM on again, if not already.\n\n (1d20+22)[ 29 ] Spellcraft\n\n (1d20+23)[ 42 ] Spot\n\n (1d20+10)[ 13 ] Search\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "Scattered throughout the room are magical auras, and bits of magicla projects from what you can find its mostly experiments in piercing the planar barrier, or severing some sort of mystical connection. Unless you intend to spend hours or days putting some of the mechanisms back together there is nothing of use for you unless its an unweildy blunt or bladed object you are looking for.\n\nThe black stone walls are featureless. The only exits are in the other two walls. The roof has a metal frame bolted to it that supports the chains which light the room."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n A collection of broken tools. None are in workable condition. Nothing here useful . \n\nthe Yugoloth flies over to one of these new exits, and tries to use it\n\n \n Spoiler \n I assume there are other exits. If so, V will take the right hand one.\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The door leads to another simple black stone hall way. This long hallway leads to a small chamber at the end of which stand a set of large iron banded metal doors. A huge wooden crossbeam lays in brackets locking the door in place."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n \"This place is weird, V. Why would even a prime design a demi-plane to look like a house?\" "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n I ... \n\nThe Yugoloth is silent for a moment, and then a rather sardonic reply comes, V actually seems a tad nervous.\n\n I haven't the slightest idea. Primes are not people I have regular contact with. And this one's a dead to boot. Who can say ? \n Ho hum. Let's see if we can find out a little more. But first, we need to get through this door.\n\nStand back; just in case . \n\nThe Yugoloth's line of a mouth beams at that, and his hands now seem to glow a little with an arctic blue aura. Then, a storm of ice begins to crash down upon the barred door.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Ice storm\n (3d6)[ 10 ] Bludgeoning damage\n (2d6)[ 6 ] Ice damage\n "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nEven before he can quite take in the effect of the ice, V's hands already seemed to start to glow with fire. As the ice starts to fade, V, a sadistice smile on his face, unleashes a pair of burning rays towards the door\n\n \n Spoiler \n Schorching Ray\n\n (4d6)[ 15 ] + (4d6)[ 9 ] fire damage\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n\nWaetir watches from the shoulder of V, where he sits. \"If nothing happens, why don't we take a look at it closer. It is possible to picks locks, you know? And I am small enough to enter any lock and break it open from the inside.\" "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Waiting on Greyan, and the results of what happens to the door, before responding.\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "Other than making a wet and scorched door nothing happens."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nPrehaps that would have been more efficiant, but I needed somthing that I could attack, and pretend for a moment was that prime. \n\nV smiles at Waetir.\n\n If you wish to try the lock, feel free. But I suspect that it may not be that simple to get through. \n\nV pauses for a moment, and then once more places a hand on his head.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Detect magic at the door.\n\n (1d20+22)[ 42 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nThe door radiates strong transmutation as does the bar holding it shut. There is not lock, just the big heavy bar. The spell is divine in nature made permanent by another spell (permanency you assume)\n "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nThe outsider studies the magic here; and gets a tad intruiged.\n\n Transmutation? If it was conjuration, it could well be a way off plane. Abjuration, a ward set by that Prime; but Transmutation? What could that be? Just a ward? A barrier set up by the plane itself? \n Oh well. Nothing much I can do with that in any case. And our captor will probably know more about it than me.Just in case \n\nV concentrates for one more moment, and a pair of flaming beams once more shoot from his hands. Only this time, they aim at the bar, rather than the door itself."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "Again only scorch marks.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHardness of 10 , multiple inches thick..hmmm.\n "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n That's why I targeted the bar. Oh well.\n (4d6)[ 22 ] + (4d6)[ 10 ] \n (4d6)[ 17 ] + (4d6)[ 17 ] \n (4d6)[ 14 ] + (4d6)[ 16 ] \n (4d6)[ 10 ] + (4d6)[ 12 ] \n (4d6)[ 10 ] + (4d6)[ 12 ] \n (4d6)[ 17 ] + (4d6)[ 12 ] \n (4d6)[ 20 ] + (4d6)[ 12 ] \n\nTo start with ;p\n \n\n V \n I felt it give a little. There isn't a ward, the damn thing is simply too thick.\n\nWell, that's something I can solve \n\nWith that, The flames jumped once more from V's hands. Only now, they did not let up."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "After a while the bar falls with a loud thump to the floor. The two pieces smouldering slightly. The brackets on the wall still hold the ends. The door is still blocked by the heavy ends but you could move the bar far more easily now."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n Perfect. Now, let see if... \n\nUn-accustomed to physical exhersion, V none the less treis to get the remaining peices of the bar out of the way. If he can not manage it through physical effort, he is not above standing in the dorway, and burning through the remaining peices of the bar."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "V wrestles with the heavy bar. Slowly he is able drag one of the bars out of the way of the door."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "Back in the summoning chamber-\n\nThe lich fininshes reading from the scroll. A burst of power flickers through the room. He looks down into the pit at his future new slave.\n\n-CUE Kayrne"
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": "A black whirlwind seems to materialize inside the summoning circle. It spins faster and faster till it seems to freeze and acquire solid form.\n\nFloating a foot above the ground, a femenine figure wrapped in chains looks around slowly. Her contour flickers and blurs like the flame of a candle, blending with the shadows of the summoning pit.\n\n Why have you summoned me? She inquires telepathically when her eyes locate the Lich. Her face is completely calm, like sculpted in marble, although the loose ends of the chains writhe anxiously, sprouting spikes and blades, probing the quality of the circle."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The lich leans over the pit. Perfect, you will do nicely. He looks to the three golems. Sieze her and hold her still. Mind the chains. \n\nThe three golems surge forward, one of them grabs Kayrne by the shoulders, the other two scoop up the chains encircling her. At the same time the lich chants a spell, a feeling of constriction encloses you.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAs the golems were already inside the circle when it was enacted they do not diminsh its power in any way.\n\nAoO's from you x1 each.\n\nGolem 1 -\nTo Hit (1d20+23)[ 16 ](39) touch attack\nGrapple check (1d20+28)[ 2 ](30) - attempting to pin if you get pinned you will be at -4 to be disarmed\n\nGolem 2 Disarm (1d20+23)[ 2 ](25) \nOpposed attack Roll (1d20+27)[ 2 ](29) include +4 for large size\n\nGolem 3 Disarm (1d20+23)[ 9 ](32) \nOpposed attack Roll (1d20+27)[ 12 ](39) include +4 for large size\n\nMake a will save vs the liches spell.\n\n\nEDIT - OOC - The dice roller hates the GM today-- look at all thos 2's\n "
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": " AND WHO SAYS I'LL COOPERATE she transmits in what would be the equivalent of a psychic scream.\n\nAs the Golems try to grab her, the chains dart in all directions, growing wicked barbs and blades.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nheh, I was lucky that you rolled so low, since that gives me a chance .\nFirst attacks of opportunity against the golems:\nhit: (1d20+20)[ 23 ] damage: (2d4+15)[ 20 ] \nhit: (1d20+20)[ 35 ] damage: (2d4+15)[ 21 ] \nhit: (1d20+20)[ 31 ] damage: (2d4+15)[ 21 ] \n\nopposed grapple check: (1d20+19)[ 34 ] \nopposed disarm checks: (1d20+20)[ 29 ] (1d20+20)[ 25 ] \n(Since those chains are animated I didn't include the +4 per two handed weapon... and if I fail the grapple I should substract 4 to each of them)\n\nDuh, I forgot the save... It'll come in next post, along with my actions if I pass the save.\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "Calmly the lich replies I never asked you for your cooperation. Now hold still. \n\nThe golems continue their attack. One of the chains is ripped away from her and thrown over the top of the pit away from her.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe chains scratch gouges into the golems armored bodies.\n\nTo hit (1d20+23)[ 13 ](36) \nGrapple (1d20+28)[ 17 ](45) \nAttempting to pin\n\nDisarm (1d20+23)[ 18 ](41) \nResisted attack roll (1d20+27)[ 6 ](33) \n\nDisarm (1d20+23)[ 9 ](32) \nResisted attack roll (1d20+27)[ 5 ](32) \n "
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": "The demoness manages to escape the golem's first try to grasp her, but screams in pain as the first chain is ripped from her. Meanwhile she tries to resist the magic bond.\n\n \n Spoiler \nwill save: (1d20+15)[ 24 ] \n\nIf she makes the save and can resist, she will blend with shadows (grants total concealment) and attacks the golems with the free chains (+20 attack, 2d4+15 damage. The slam is +19 attack, 2d6+10).\n\nShe will also use Karmic strike next round (-4 AC, but can reply with an attack for each succesful attack against her).\n\nI give you all the data because I don't know if she will be able to attack, so you can roll it in your next post if she can 🙂\n----------------------------------------------------\nAAAAGH! you post too quickly to follow! 😁\n\nAnyways, she's grappled, b/c I can't match such a high roll... unless a 20 is automatic success, and she can resist the disarms only on a roll of 16+/17+\n\nI will let you post what happens next round, please, roll for me, since it is unclear the order of things, and well... I will enjoy resisting the Lich as much as possible 🙂\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The demoness feels the grip of magic hold her still. (Hold Monster)\n\nThe golems easily strip away her remaining chains tossing them over the side of the pit. The golem grappling with her holds her body and tilts her so that she is leaning forward slightly.\n\nThe floating lich lowers himself into the pit. Pulling a wand from his pocket he points it to the three binding rings in sequence. Each flashes and fades as their magic is disbursed. He slips the wand back into his voluminous sleeve.\nHe walks over and looks deep into her eyes and smiles. Now you will cooperate, slave. . He pulls a silvery ring from within his belt. Using both hands he pulls it and it expands into a wide hoop. He touches the hoop to a large black mettal ring on his thumb and then places it over her head. When the hoop settles onto her shoulders she feels it shrink down closing on her throat. The hoop tightens cutting off her airway before the weight of it fades as a burning pain fills her soul.\n\nShe can feel the connection to the ring and the two other souls bound to it.\n\nThe lich turns and floats back out of the pit. Come slave, when I am finished I will tell you how you will serve. \n \n Spoiler \n\nWill save please, for the effect of the binding.\n \n\n\n------------\n@Waetir and V\nYou both feel a new connection, another has been bound to the ring with you."
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": "Kayrne struggless agains the golem gripping her, to no avail. Helpless she sees the silvery hoop descending upon her and can only resort to her will to resist the spell.\n\n \n Spoiler \nwill save (1d20+15)[ 19 ] \n \n\n I shall do your bidding she says obediently as she feels the force of the spell take full effect. ...for now she thinks, enraged by her own inability to overcome it."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Greyen \n 15-20 - Charm Monster, second save in 2d6 days. Cannot harm the bearer of the ring with out a DC 25 will save first, cannot openly attempt to escape without a DC 25 Will save.\nYou can feel the direction and approximate distance to the ring, and the direction to anyone else attached to the ring.\n\nThat is all you can feel for now.... \n \n \n\n\nThe lich busies himself once again, ignoring the actions of Kayrne unless she interferes.\n\nHe goes through the process of moving the golems to the next circle, and begins to read from the one of the two remaining scrolls. The outer binding circle flashes to life first, then the next. The final circle takes more time. You can tell that this is a more complex spell than the other two."
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": "Kayrne slowly floats towards the chains that were ripped from her, and they quickly re-attach themselves as soon as she closes in.\n\nDeciding to be cautious, the demoness melds with the surrounding shadows and studies the room she's in."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "You are in a circular chamber about 80 feet across. The walls are obsidian, with black marble floors and ceiling. There are 5 pits arranged in a pentagram, each about 30 feet wide. You have just emerged from 1 such pit. There are silver inlay arcane circles set into the floor and ceiling in and above each pit. At the center of the room is a pedastel with 2 scrolls and a ring on it. There is a stone archway in the western wall which leads to a wooden door."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n\nWaetir floats off of V's shoulder, and looks at the destruction, looking for a crack or anything in the door that would allow him to go through it.\n\nShould he not see one, he will instead attempt to Dimension Door with V five feet forward, through the door."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "@Waetir and V - and the others when they get outside to this point.\n \n Spoiler \n\nDiminesion dooring 5 feet forward, you see that you are on the other side of the door. You are outside, or what could be called outsid eon this tiny demi-plane. You can clearly see the boundry of the place for a dark shimmering wall of pure magic holds up the edge of this world. Looking around the featureless area you can see that the you have just stepped out of a black stone cube maybe 150 feet on a side. The ground is of the same black marble.\n\nLooking upward you can see that the boundry actually marks a large dome shape. The corners of the top of the cube have been destroyed by what you assume to be the shrinking boundry of the demi-plane for they aregone where the stone interects with the boundry.\n\nThe most interesting object is what looks like an ancient stone gateway made of 3 huge slabs of rock. These stones are carved of granite and covered with symbols. The gatewayintersects the boundry wall like a doorway. Swirling multicolored energies stretch across the gateway, sparking and spitting. The Gate way is 50 feet directly infront of the door.\n\nIf you approach the gate you can see through the energies, into a darkened stone chamber. Something tugs at your soul, the bearer of the ring is calling you back to him.\n \n\n\nIn the chamber the lich prepares has prepared another pit and begins to cast from the scroll, as he finishes the innnermost ring of magics flash into power brightly.\n\n-CUE Silf"
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": "Kayrne waits for the next summoned creature to materialize, and remains blended in the chamber's shadows as if she was studying the room and not paying attention to the summoning. Nonetheless, she tries to telepathically contact the summoned creature.\n\n Watch out! three golems and a lich await to attack you! she tries to warn."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n \"Looks like we're being summoned back, V. Let's go see if we can screw up the next summoning.\" \n\nSince Waetir can feel the pull and direction, he dimension doors himself and V back.\n\nWhen the summoned comes in, Waetir uses his magics to attempt to help whoever appears.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSculpted glitterdust on the golems and the lich. DC 24 or blinded, either way they get a -40 to hide for 9 rounds, so whoever is summoned in sees them all.\n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf\n\n \n Spoiler \nUsing her Temptation ability silf will fire off Detect good, Detect Law, Detect Thoughts DC (28), Tongues, and Sense Motive - (1d20+14)[ 25 ] To determine if the lich is trying to entrap her as well as any surface thoughts he may have planned for her on her arrival. Followed up with a quickened Invisability so she steps through invisable. Once she is through she will use Charm Monster (DC28) to try and gain an upper hand before she is discovered.\n \n\n\n\nAs the air in the very centre of the circles shimmers nothing appears.\n\n Off to the far side of the circles which remain empty appears a alluringly beatiful Succubus who does not hesitate to unleash her own abilities attempting to put the lich under her control. "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nHe has not said your name 3 times to activte the temptation ability\n \n\nAs the invisibility set in a wave of magics washes over the ring glittering dust explodes in the ring covering everything, but stopping just short of the golems' feet. Simulteneously another wave of glitering dust covers the golems and the lich. The lich glares at Waetir for a moment then turns his attention back to the pit.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nGlitterdust - Will save or be blinded\n \n\n I know of all of you're tricks. That is one of the reasons I summoned you. The lich turns and looks at the rest of the group of his \"slaves\" Interfere no further, that is a command. \n\nHe then looks down into the pit Sieze her \n\nThe 3 Iron golems reach forward to grab Silf. They move blindly groping the air for her. The first two make contact and grab her, the third is unable to find her.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nGolem 1\nto hit (1d20+23)[ 8 ](31) touch\nGrapple (1d20+28)[ 5 ](33) Attempting to pin\n\nGolem 2\nto hit (1d20+23)[ 11 ](34) touch\nGrapple (1d20+28)[ 4 ](32) Attempting to pin\n\nGolem 3\nto hit (1d20+23)[ 12 ](35) touch\nGrapple (1d20+28)[ 16 ](44) Attempting to pin\n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n I thought that speaking the name of the summoned 3 times was part of a summoning ritual... although i could be mistaken.\n \n\n\nSilf tries to slip out of the massive arms of her would-be captors.\n \n Spoiler \n Will save - (1d20+8)[ 23 ] \nIf i am invisible then i believe i have concealment 50% miss chance on those grapples.\n\nIf i am already grappled i will use escape artist, otherwise i shall oppose the grapple.\n Escape - (1d20+14)[ 22 ] -or- Opposed Grapple - (1d20+10)[ 25 ] \n\nAlso what size are these golems?\n \n\n\nSilf struggles to resist her captors as their arms enclose her almost completely. She swallows a few choice curses and instead panting heavily demands to know what is goind on. \"Who are you and why do interupt me when i had important business to attend to? This is a fun game that i have played many times before but not without warning and even greater recompense for my troubles. If you wish an audience with me to descuss my 'services'...\" The last word slips from her mouth playfully as she runs her tongue playfully along darkened lips, which seems as sinful as every other visible part being held tightly by the iron golem. \"We could have discused terms in a more... \" again she smiles and pouts momentarily. \"suitable setting. One befitting your clearly perverse tastes and even greater power.\" \n \n Spoiler \n Handle Animal - (1d20+14)[24] Does that work on a lich? hehe\nBluff - (1d20+24)[25] These words are not her first choice.\nDiplomacy - (1d20+26)[35] I have yet to meet a lich who didnt have an ego the size of his phylactry or a phylactry the size of... well... let's not go there.\n\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "Attempting to shake some of the glitter off the lich says after firing another nasty glare at Waetir I do not require your servitude for that sort of thing, slave. The lich says disdainfully. He pulls a heavy black silk bag from his belt and says Servant! A small swirl of magic (for those who can see it) and an unseen servant appears at his side. Take this, and place it over her head. The bag billows open and floats down into the pit.\n\n Hold her head still along with the rest of her. The glitter covered golems shift their grip slightly, one of the grips the succubus by the back of her neck and points her face to the floor holding her still. The bag floats down into the pit a slides over the helpless demon's head, blotting out her vision.\n\nThe lich then floats down into the pit. You see, I forgot what lust was more than 500 years ago. My only lust now is to be freed from my prison. He takes another silvery ring and pulls it out into a hoop. After touching it to the black ring he fits it over her head. Move your hand Three He commands teh golem holding her neck. The golem takes his hand away and the hoop fals completely over her neck.\n\nAs the weight hits your shoulders you can feel the hoop tighten cutting off your airway for a moment before the feeling of it burning into your neck and then into your very core.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nWill save vs the binding effect please\n \n\n\nYou can feel the ring, and the other three souls now bound to it.\n Release her. He lift the bag off of her head and says Come with me As he floats out of the pit he heads toward the entryweay of the room All of you. "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "As you all feel the 4th being bound into the ring, you all realize that the ring can bind no more creatures. You all also feel a shudder through the binding, something is not right.\n\n-Everyone make me a Fort Save."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nFort: (1d20+9)[ 19 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n Will - (1d20+8)[ 22 ] \n Fort - (1d20+9)[ 12 ] \n I wonder if i can make my rolls pink... \n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The lich leads you all out of the door into the workshop. He looks around momentarily scowling. He then turns to the left through the door that the other two have not entered. He leads you all down a short hallway to a T intersection where he turns left to another door. This door way leads to another large square chamber.\n\nThis one is dominated by a large circular pool of some silverry translucent liquid (only and inch or two deep) about 20 feet in diameter. A large map dominates the wall you see upon entering The landscape is unfamiliar to you.\n\nThe lich walks to the edge of the pool and wait for the rest of you to catch up.\n\nYou all can feel the tug of the ring."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": "Waetir is wobbly in the air for a moment as he follows the tug of the ring, Dimension Dooring after it. \"Something is not right with that ring, if it sickens us now. We must break it's bindings soon, else we end up stuck in this corrupted plane while our 'master' leaves.\" he sends to the others bound to the ring, leaving the lich out."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nAfter they arrive, the yugoloth sends a message by telepathy. (wincing at the sickness) to all but the lich.\n\n You're right Waetir. Anyone? I've got nothing to help with, and his spell hit me hard. \n\nHe then comunicates to each indervidually (except Waetir)\n\n Who are you? "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf follows indignantly wiping the spittle from her mouth with the back of her hand. The time for grace and manners past, she stalks after the lich and tries to regain her compossure as she continues to vomit intermittently along the way. Still uneasy with the role of a captive she tries to examine her companions and seeming allies... (no... tools. Never allies... never again!) she thinks to herself as her stomach turns and she steal glances at the others and her surroundings her head swimming with the effort.\n\n \"So what is it we are supposed to do exactly? Mr...uhh... bones? I'm always up for a little dominance and role reversal but without any idea of your normal roll im unsure what part i should play. The whimpering simpleton? or perhaps the befuddled lich is more your style? In any case you clearly brought me here against my will for a reason. So what is it?\" Silf's tirade is spoiled only by the look of nausea on her face and her pale complexion after vomiting back in the hall."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nThe yugoloth looks arround as the others begin to converse. And what he sees makes his stomach crawl. He taps the lich on the sholder very quickly.\n\n Master, I don't know if you reallise it, but this needs to be quick. \n\nIrrespective on any objections from the lich, he carries on\n\n The energy you used to bind us comes from the plane itself, correct? But in binding us all, you've upset the magic holding this plane together. The whole thing is on the verge of collapse. I don't know what that'd mean exactly, but it'd probably doom both you and us. "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Silence! Impertinent slave, do you think that I do not know what I am doing? He spins and points to the wall map. Do you see the red dot on that map. That is the location of this prison on the prime. IN the far north western corner there is a mountain. He points to it. \n-OOC i will mark it on the map later\n\n You four will go and retrieve my phylactry from the vault that I made for it over a thousand years ago. I need it to free myself from this place. With that I will then free you. \n\nAs he finishes his sentence a ripple crosses the pool.\n\nThe ground shakes, and his head snaps up. What!? What is going on? He looks around, an insane glint in his eyes.\n\n CRACK! The ceiling in the far wall cracks and begins to fall in. Behind it you can see a shimmering field of energy closing in on the room. The energy field is both crushing and disintegrating the walls as it collapses. Those of you who have been outside recognize it as the boundy of the miniplane.\n\n NoOOooo!!! It is too soon!! The lich begins to chant and hurl magic energies at the slowly oncoming wall to no avail, all but having forgotten about you four."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nBy the Baerns! \n\nV starts looking round the room, for any potential way out."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nThe doors still intact, we can get out yet. Come on. Follow me and Waetir. \nV starts running out of the room, checking behind him to see if the others are following."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf looks towards V and then decides she will be better off with them than on her own for the time being. \"Very well. Lead the way.\" "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n Pleasure to meet you, Miss? \n\nV dosn't turn arround to do talk. He directs people to the doors, then stops.\n\n We need to go about 5 ft beyond these. I can manage that, so can Waetir. If any of you can't, we can take 1 each. The portal out should be on the other side. \n\nUpon saying, V waits to see if anyone voulenteers their inability to teleport short distances.\n\n \n Spoiler \n If anyone wanted a refresher on V's apperance...\n\nV at first glance to be a humanoid. A tad tall in stature; prehaps an elf, in some simple green garment. But a second look gave quite clearly the thousands of lies in that statement.\n\nThe new arrival's face seemed almost flat. His skin seemed almost cracked in places, the cracks showing the red of lava, and he had slits for eyes, a minisucle nose, and a slit of a mouth. His head was devoid of hair. His garment shifted for a moment, and a pair of jet black birds wings, with an impressive span rose to either side of him.\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n \"The ring you idiots! We're bound to the ring and this plane! Get that first!\" Waetir sends to the others as he rides along on V's shoulder.\n\n \"I can teleport us around this place at will. We need to get the ring from the lich, else we collapse with this demi-plane. Our essences were bound to this plane, not our homes! "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n Do you want to try and get the ring off that guy?\n\nI'm prety sure the thing won't tie us down that bad. \"Mr Bones\" wanted us to leave, after all, and I didn't spot any such links being formed by the ring. We probably just had "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf thinks for a moment tapping a slender manicured finger with long laquered nails against pursed lips. \"I'm still uncertain as to why the lich would bring us here endangering both us and himself if he saw us as his salvation. I believe it was his intention to send us after his phylactry in order to restore some of his lost power perhaps... or for another unknown purpose. It souded as though he wanted us to leave but not freely. I believe he bound us to himself and inadvertantly to this plane. While that poses a problem i do not see how it provides us with any more options than we currently have. We must do his bidding for now at least and try to find his phylactry... and a means of escape.\" Finishing her short speech she looks at the others and then continues. \"I have no means of travelling past this door. If you would be so kind?\" She leans in close to V gently tracing her hands down his form purring at the closeness."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n\nWaetir sends to everyone. \"Touch V, and I will get us through it.\" \n\nOnce everyone has done so, Waetir dimension doors the group through."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf proceeds to touch V in ever more inappropriate places..."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "From before-\n\n Diminsion dooring 5 feet forward, you see that you are on the other side of the door. You are outside, or what could be called outside on this tiny demi-plane. You can clearly see the boundry of the place for a dark shimmering wall of pure magic holds up the edge of this world. Looking around the featureless area you can see that the you have just stepped out of a black stone cube maybe 150 feet on a side. The ground is of the same black marble.\n\nLooking upward you can see that the boundry actually marks a large dome shape. The corners of the top of the cube have been destroyed by what you assume to be the shrinking boundry of the demi-plane for they are gone where the stone interects with the boundry.\n\nThe most interesting object is what looks like an ancient stone gateway made of 3 huge slabs of rock. These stones are carved of granite and covered with symbols. The gatewayintersects the boundry wall like a doorway. Swirling multicolored energies stretch across the gateway, sparking and spitting. The Gate way is 50 feet directly in front of the door.\n\nIf you approach the gate you can see through the energies, into a darkened stone chamber. \n\nNow-\nThe boundry energies are almost imperceptably shrinking in. Collapsing like a soap bubble around the hoop a child makes them with, with the Gate as the hoop.\nFor those that have been outside before, the boundry has visibly shrunk.\n\nThe boundry has destroye much of the top and rear portions of the stone edifice that you all have just exited. And continues its unstoppable compression of the block of black stone."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf steps forward to examine the archway. \"Do any of you need to say farewell to our host or are we all of the same mind that expediency would be most prudent? I shall lead if none of you want to take point however i believe i am not the most suited to the task.\" \n\nSilf appraises the others and what she knows of their kind and the abilities they have revealed to her. Knowing little about them she waits for another to step forward and take the lead ready to follow them through the portal."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nV winced, ever so slightly, at the demoness' mistimed manner Now is not the time , he sends to her, with a slight undercurrent of humor at her actions.\n\nOnce the two others were touching him, V dimenson doors through the door himself, before Waetir can manage it, smiling slightly\n\nOnce they arrive at the gate, V stops for a moment, looking back briefly. frowning slightly. Then, he returns to the others.\n\n We have a... rather bad problem. Still, we need to get off this plane right now. I'll take point. \n\nSo saying, V strides through the gate, some of the self confidance that marked the yugoloths returned to him."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n\nWaetir, still riding on V, takes care to hide himself on the yugoloth when they pass through the portal.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTaking 10 to hide on V, giving me a 51 Hide total\n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf follows behind smiling an amused smile and prepared for the worst on the other side of the portal. Taking cue from the others she renders herself invisible, not her favourite tactic as noone could then enjoy gazing upon her. It left her feeling naked, being invisible, which was odd considering she always enjoyed being naked... still musing about the effect of a simple illusion on her pshyche Silf steps through."
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": "Kayrne follows the others and uses her dimensional door power to get through the door, looking awkwardly at the newcome intimating with V. I guess that's the exit she transmits telepathically to the small drop of water. Then let's go through before the whole plane collapses on us. she adds, troubled by the clear unstability of their current location\n\n \n Spoiler \nhey, I'm a bit short of time right now, but I'll post more in brief\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "As you all step through a coolness and release of pressure washes over you. There is a slight salt tang in the air as you look around. The gate is set into the wall of a medium sized square room. The finely crafted stone walls are damp with humidity. Lichen and moss are prolific on the walls. Across the room is a stone staircase leading upwards. The room is dark having no illumination of its own.\n\nYou all can feel the slightest tug of the ring from inside the portal but it is of no consequence.\n\nGlancing back through the gate you all see the stone edifice begin being crushed. Like watching a train wreck in action, you watch it get crushed in on itself. The edges of the demiplane are clearly shrinking at an increaseing rate. Fire erupts out of the front doors, blowing them off their hinges into the open area and washing out your vision and illuminating the stone chamber you stand in for a moment. The lich comes flying from the fire burning and mostly destroyed, his face is contorted in a rictus of pain and fear. It is obvious that he is screaming something but you cannot hear anything through the portal.\n\nHe flies up portal and smashes into it, he cannot pass the gate. Those spells hold. You can see behind him the very air ignites as the pressure increases, the boundry compressing the contents of the demiplane. A flood wave of molten stone washes up onto the lich from behind, you can see large pieces of armor and tools mixed into the molten morass as it washes against the portal.\n\nThe portal goes dark, and you all can feel a release of power through the binding.\n\nA few moments later the portal clears and you can see smoke and mist through the portal. Through the haze you can see a large dark thing about 10 feet inside the portal, it does not move. You can see the far edge of the demiplane, it has shrunken to only about 30 feet across."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nThe Yugoloth looks back at the demiplane with a slightly wistfull glance. Having spent melenia in the tower of arcanaloths, he knows the value of knowledge atop mere arcana. This vanished as the Lich appeared. As the prime crashed against the gate, V mockingly offered a clawed hand to him, the classic geture of Yugoloths to their victims.\n\nHe then looked arround the old room, rather intruiged. Then he turned to the others that stood arround him, speaking lloud.\n\n Well, that was satisfying, but as I think you can feel, we still have a problem. But first, formal introductions should probably be in order. I prefer the name V, but as a token of respect, that comes from Vatakrai, a part of my true name. I serve as a guardian in the Tower of Arcanaloths "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf moves about the room aimlessly clearly bored.\n\nShe sighs before offering. \"Some have called me 'Silf' and while i will answer to many names that is the one i prefer. I can be quite persuasive in most situations as i find that to be the most enjoyable aspect of my 'talents'\" She takes the time to draw out the word and winks at V forgetting completely that she is invisible, her less than subtle nuances none-the-less carries its full implication in her voice. \"One name is as good as any other. What do you all propose we do now? I have no real wish to remain here do any of you think you could get us back to our respective planes? I know i for one would be... very, very, greatful.\" She says in a husky voice not even hiding the apparent implications."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "After waiting for a while and getting no imediate responses from the others Silf decides that finding something or someone to do would be a much more practical use of her time. With a final glance at her companions she moves towards the exit to begin exploring the room and possibly any corridors beyond..."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The stone stair case is very simple and plain in design. The smell of water and salt hangs in the air. The stair case extends upward about 15 feet before turning to the right. Still proceeding upward it again turns to the right aftter another 15 feet, this pattern continues for several revolutions before coming to a heavy stone slab. You can hear the sound of the waves on a beach beyond the slab. Sunlight peeks in through the edge of the doorway."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": "Waetir follows Silf up, and hearing water beyond, immediately darts through the crack to see what is on the other side.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTaking 10 on hide, total of 51 and then looking around.\n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nDoes Silf still sense no intelligent thought? O.o\n\nWhat does water think anyway?\n \n\n\nSilf stands waiting for the mischeivous water to return and amuses herself with eavesdropping on his thoughts. (unless he resists she has no desire to be forceful)"
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "@Silf\n \n Spoiler \n\nMake an SR check first, then ask him for a save...You guys can handle that, I hope. 😏\n \n\n\n@Waetir\n \n Spoiler \n\nAs you squeeze through the crack you feel the fresh salty tang of sea water, waves and clean air. You are on a tiny little island thta is more sand than anything else. You have just left a square stone structure that is at the center of the island. The high water line is 20 feet away, with the waves lapping at the beach another 15 feet beyond that. Reddish yellow crabs scuttle along picking bits off the sand.\n\nThe clear blue water extends out for about 50 feet before beginning to darken with depth. A ring of rocks and coral surrounds the island at about 100 feet from shore. Beyond that is deep water.\n\nThe air above the coral is foggy, magically so. To fog does not move much byond a few whisps that drag out in the breeze. The fog stands about 40 feet high off the top of the water. Above that is the clear blue sky and blazing sun of the prime.\n\nThe island is irregularly shaped (map up soon). A single palm tree stands at the rear corner of the building you hvae just left. The is little other vegatation, a few ferns and some moss. An albatross gliding across the wave tops is the largest moving thing you see.\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n \"Water! Although, it's not the plane. Looks clear out here. Sunny skies, and a clear ocean. Come on out.\" "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf sensing Waetir's amusement quietly whispers to him through the crack. \"What is it that you see?\" Silf asks pressing her face against the cold stone brushing her lips against it as she talks as though it were the ear of one of her numerous lovers. \"Is there any way you could carry me past this stone so that we might explore together?\" She continues pressing up against the stone feeling it's coolness leeching into her skin where it is in contact with the wall."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n \"Your strange, you know that?\" Waetir sends to Silf, before sending to them all. \"Come on, come on! It's water!\" \n\nWaetir dimension doors back to Silf and then Ddoors her back through.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUnless your an elemental, at level 5 you know you got teleportation for free, right? Not that Waetir knows it, but...\n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "With nothing to say to Waetir, or against the truth. Silf shrugs and lets the water come into contact with her and carry her to the other side. With a wry smirk she offers an observation. \"You know, i never really thought i would 'ride water' to any destination, much less through a stone slab... It's a pitty it ended so quickly. I imagine i could have enjoyed myself.\" Her curiosity piqued by her new surroundings Silf begins to look around taking in the scenery and changing her clothing from that of lingerie suitable for a bedchamber into something even more scandalous and reavealing. Something more tight, revealing, and perfect for playing in the sand and running down the beach. (cue baywatch music Silf's goin' jogging.)"
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "As you leave the small stone enclosure, you smell the fresh salty tang of sea water, waves and clean air. You are on a tiny little island that is more sand than anything else. You have just left a square stone structure that is at the center of the island. The high water line is 20 feet away, with the waves lapping at the beach another 15 feet beyond that. Reddish yellow crabs scuttle along picking bits off the sand.\n\nThe clear blue water extends out for about 50 feet before beginning to darken with depth. A ring of rocks and coral surrounds the island at about 100 feet from shore. Beyond that is deep water.\n\nThe air above the coral is foggy, magically so. To fog does not move much byond a few whisps that drag out in the breeze. The fog stands about 40 feet high off the top of the water. Above that is the clear blue sky and blazing sun of the prime.\n\nThe island is irregularly shaped (map here ). A single palm tree stands at the rear corner of the building you hvae just left. The is little other vegatation, a few ferns and some moss. An albatross gliding across the wave tops is the largest moving thing you see.\n\nThe crabs scuttle out of your way if you approach, or go running around the small island."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf soon tires of running about the beach after discovering how small the island is. She returns to the opening to await the others. After waiting a few moments her stomach growls and she realises that she is hungry and without the means of preparing a meal. She sits by the entrance to the island and draws in the sand with a shell, or driftwood close at hand. More to keep busy than any other reason as she is hardly a gifted artist. At least in terms of her drawing skills. She is gifted with other talents and she smiles to herself as she tries to outline a femanine form in the sand between her feet."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "As the two of you explore the pleasant but tiny island you notice that the gull seems to watch you as it slips through the air and skims the waves.\n\nAs Silf begins to draw in the sand it drops down across from her on the sand and watches her draw for a moment. It speaks in a high pitched barely understandable voice in common What are you drawing? "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf without even glancing up at the creature sighs and answers \"Tori\" without even realising who she is speaking too she is so lost in her own daydreams and dark desires."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nV moves himself outside, through his own power. He is imobile for a moment, then starts talking\n\n Hmm. Do you know, I've never seen an island before? Come to think of it, this is the first time I've seen a sea. Well well. Regardless, our Prime certianly had good taste in hidaways. A most excelent place, and I'll hazard, quite secure. We are on a Prime world, correct? Almost certianly his. \n\nHe stares out into the mist for a moment. Then he follows Sif down to the beach. As he arrives though, so does the Gull. V looks suprised at that, but as the creature is adressing Sif, he makes no comment yet."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The gull ***** its head and looks at V and Silf. It speaks again What is a Tori? "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The gull tilts its head and looks at V and Silf. It speaks again What is a Tori? \n\n\n-OOC The profanity filter is funny. I can't use the word that is synonimous with tilt and is another name for a rooster."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nAt Sif's reply, V chimes in (as now, it is polite to do so.) As much out of reflex as concious thought, V's features shift into a mortal form, a young human, about 18, with black hair. He still wore the same clothes though. He replies in common.\n\n Pardon me, but could you kindly tell us where we are? I fear, we are somewhat lost. \n \n Spoiler \n The gull pobably saw V before hand, but V'll change shape anyway, out of habit.\n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " \"What's a Tori?\" Silf seems confused and her confusion helps her recover herself and look around to find V and... a some sort of fowl regarding her curriously... \"Excuse mr. uhhh... bird...that is a bit of a private matter.\" Silf blushes as she says this which is competely out of character for her and her kind. She seems to quickly regain her composure once again arranging her features into an unreadable mask that belies the turmoil and emotions she had momentarily displayed just a short time ago while drawing."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The bird looks at V On an island, my island. You should know that as you came from his prison. Why are you here? "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nGood question friend. To start with, the \"Him\" you mentioned... I take it that he is a certian ever so slightly arrogant spell slinger with not much to show in the way of signs of life. Correct? \n\nV transmits to Silf, and anyone else who may have heard the bird by telepaty whirlst talking.\n\n Will the truth do? Or shall I embroider a little? "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The gull replies His name was Savantir and you have emerged from the doorway into his prison. Did he summon you for some foul work? "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nSeeing as how the gull seemed to know what it was talking about, V decided on the standerd aproach; Carefully selective honesty.\n\n He tried to. But he was ... somewhat impolite. He insisted on trying to bind us uterly, and making slaves of us, rather than risk any chance of our disobediance. Fortunatly, he was as arrogant and overconfidant as he was powerful, and his little plan backfired. Rather badly in fact. \n\nThe young \"human\" laughed, ever so slightly, at the memory.\n\n My turn for a question. Infact, I'll ask two, but they are all but the same. Who are you? What are you? Somehow, I cannot help but doubt this to be your only form. "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The gull seems to consider things a moment before continuing You can call me Jacinth, or Jax. I am the guardian of the isle, as my mother before me.\n\nHow did you escape the gateway? "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n Call me V, Jax\n\nWell, as I say, this Savantir had planed to send us here anyway; he set no restrictions on us. And he himself was... somewhat distracted at the time. He couldn't stop our escape. I... can't say for sure if he survived or not. \n\nThe young boy grinned at the gull.\n\n My turn once more, Jax. What world is this? I take it we are on the Prime, correct? "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "Jacinth the gull waddles off a little ways and leaps into the air taking flight. He swoops around for a moment before saying Yes, the Prime as it can be called. One of its many incarnations. What do you plan to do now? "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n A good question, Jax. I confess myself without a plan yet. My question, Have you advice for a group of weary planer travelers? \n\nAt this time, V sends everyone (apart from Jax)\n\n Well, this is as good a time as any to breach the subject. What shall we do? I think that this annoying binding spell left us perminantly bound to that demi-plane. That means, that from now untill we can undo his work, death will take us there. I don't like that idea. We'll probably need to find a way around that before we leave the prime.That will require strong magic, but powerful mages are generally easier to find here, and not usually affiliated with any meaningful larger group.\n\nAny thoughts? As you may have guessed, I say we seek out civilisation, and try and find a mage of some description. Any other ideas would be welcome though; arcanists tend to create further problems. "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "Jacinth continues to soar above the island That all depends on your intentions. As long as you do not defile this place or attempt to free Savantir, I will not interfere with you. "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n\nA short laugh comes to all of your minds as Waetir speaks telepathically. \"I have no intentions of freeing him. I have a problem with someone binding me so strongly there, especially since I was actually willing to work with him if he'd quit trying to do so. Idiot brainless skeleton.\" "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " \"Aren't all skeletons brainless?\" Silf quips into the mental conversation. \"I think that finding some sort of civilised place to rest and perhaps hire some assistance might be a good place to start. The only question is where might we find one? Which direction should we head?\" "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n Indeed. \n\nV's thoughts betray slight amusement. Very slight.\n\n I agree with you, Silf. As to your question, that... would be one for Jax. \n\nV responds to his comrads by telepathy, before speaking normally to the island's master.\n\n Well, friend? What is this world like? Where would we go to find cities, and the mortals that flock through such places? In what direction, and how far? "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The gull says as he wheels to face a new direction seeming to hover in the wind Go in the directionof the setting sun for three leagues, you will see a light house. There you will find people. He turns and skims the water, snapping up a small fish and swallowing it with a flip of his beak.\n\nHe lands in front of Silf and V, the bird's voice deepens and carries some menace in the tone saying If you tell anyone of this place I will hunt you down. With another hop he launches himself into the sky again gaining altitude but not leaving sight of you four."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf looks to V with a mischievious light in her eye and proceeds to tell him about a wonderful magical island with a cave that holds a portal to a lich bound in another plane. Once she is done she looks at V and confesses. \"I Never was fond of rules or people telling me what to do. After that lich ordering us around the last thing i am going to do is listen to a seagul giving me orders. I don't think it matters much as you already knew but not telling anyone would have been beyond my reach at the moment.\" With that she leans towards the cave and looking around for the others and asks if they are all ready to be on their way now that they have a direction in mind.\n\nSilf carefully braids her hair using a stick to twist it then pin it in place. She stretches briefly and then you notice sharp talons piercing the flesh of her shoulder blades. She arches her back and then leans forward as wings errupt from her back. A dark reddish membrane that seems too thin to bear weight but also has a leathery texture as though it is covered in blood that has almost but not quite dried.\nSilf pants heavily as she flexes her wings a few times. \"Does that ever feel good.\" She exclaims breathily. \"Nothing like a good stretch and a little bit of pain to get a girl worked up.\" She smiles at anyone who is willing to pay attention tracing a laquered nail resembling a small claw along the talon of one of her wings gathering a small drop of blood. She quickly puts the drop of blood on her tongue and with a small smile tastes it and purs to herself."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nV seems ammused at Silf's little act of mischief. A telepahich laugh comes to her along with the communication\n\n Heh. I don't mind, but it might be good to keep the birdy happy. We don't know what he really is. Ever met a dragon, Silf ? \n\nV follows Silf back to the others, smiling slightly. He is still in human guise, and playfully ruffles his own black hair. He lays back on the sand for a bit, letting it get in his hair. He enjoys the sensation. From his position, he watches Silf's little \"exercise\" for a little, smiling, before turning to the others.\n\nOnce they are all ready, V smiles a crocadile grin, and starts a conversation.\n\n So, how'll we travel? Do you fancy a sea flight? Or shall we teleport in that direction? "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "Evening begins to set in, you can all see the sun beginning to set. For those with some survival skills you know that the sun sets in the West on this world.\n\nJax the gull continues to float on the breeze, watching his domain."
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": "Kayrne seems to return to her senses as V speaks,although she still seems absent, terrified perhaps, by something the others cannot see.\n\nThe succubi exercises seem to amuse her, though, particularly when she sips her own blood.\n\n I do not fear this parrot or its petty menaces she transmits her partners telepathically But I see no reason to stay in this island either, so let's fly the way the gull said she suggests, rattling her chains."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nCertianly, Miss...? \n\nV waits for the demoness' name before continuing."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "OOC- Keep talking, I'm just moving the story a long a little.\n\nAs you all leave the island you can clearly see the ring of fog that lays heavy around it. Gaining a little altitude and flying into the setting sun you can see that the waters are empty this far out from the mainland.\n\nA few hours of flight later you can see a few sails on the horizon, white against the darkening sky.\n\nAs you come closer a shaft of light spears out and sweeps across the sea. Highlighting the ships and the location of the lighthouse Jax spoke of. The ivory finger of stone grows as you approach. You can see the sweeping light flashing in the distance before you can see the horizon darken with the sight of the land.\n\nFully dark now the sky is clear and the moon is at half. You can see the enormous ligthhouse, easily a hundred feet high and fifty wide at the base. A tall wall of white stone surrounds the structure much like a castle. You can see torches of guards walking the perimeter. There are cliffs on all sides of the lighthouse compound, which drop down to the sea on the East and sand on the Northwest. The stone jetty that it sits on is connected to the cliffs beyond by a simple heavy wood and rope bridge that you estimate could support a cart and 4 oxen.\n\nThe cliffs that rise on the far side of the lighthouse are topped with orchards, the fruit trees are heavy with apples, and pears. It must be the middle of the harvest season on the prime. Beyond the orchards you can see the smoke of a large city, lights of the city glittering in the warm clear night."
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": "The demoness stops a while to look at the yugoloth. After a few seconds she decides to reply, and with a trace of a smile in her usually painful face she transmits telepathically We all know the power of true names, so Kayrne. Or Pain. That's how you can call me, as you prefer. With that, she gains height and flies to the sea.\n\n I guess we should fly quite high she adds. Humans tend to be scared of our appearance. She then pauses and looks at the others; well, humans tend to be scared of my appearance she rectifies, since she doubts Waetir will even be noticed and the other two can look human if so they want."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf\n\n \"A dragon? Well that sounds simple too cute to even imagine. What does it do cuddle happles passers-by until they beg for mercy? Haha oh no lookout it's a fluffy dwagon.\" Silf amuses herself with making light of the dragon as she has no idea what one is. She then turns to reguard Pain and smiles. \"I can turn you and the others invisible if you are afraid your appearance might cause problems once we get nearer to the land or we could just fly high enough to remain out of sight and send the cute little wet one in to gather some information.\" With that last Silf joins pain in the air and waits to see if the others require assistance to travel by air or if they can make their way by their own means."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nSmiling, V takes off. He replies to Silf, after they are in the air\n\n Think along the lines of a mortal Balor. Only bigger, and likes to breath fire; insted of swing it arround. "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf\n\nSmiling the kind of smile you would expect from a human child on the night before a harvest festival celebration Silf replies. \"Bigger than a Balor eh? Now that is something i would LOVE to see. I know Balors and if they are that powerful than just as energetic than this plane might just be worth spending time on after all.\"\n\nStill smiling a big grin Silf looks for Waetir and if he accepts offers to carry him for the duration of the flight. \"Cute little water thingy, can't have him getting all sleepy weepy.\" She coos to the water droplet."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n\nA soft laugh ripples through Silf's mind. \"I thank you for the offer of a ride, although I do not sleep.\" "
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": " Kayrne \n\nEnjoying the sensation of flight as she never did as a mortal, she looks backwards, pleased with the others following her. You certainly have a wide array of useful skills she says with a slight trace of envy in her voice. And yet you don't know of dragons... she adds, wondering what kind of planes has she visited before."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf\n\nNot insulted in the least by her comments Silf says. \"Well usually i am summoned for more... shall we say, intimate demands. Therefore most of my knowledge is limited to such things as they can be related to my 'abilities'.\" With the last word Silf puffs out her ample chest nearly causing Waetir to tumble from his perch from within her bossom as she does so."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Greyen \n OOC- Keep talking, I'm just moving the story a long a little.\n\nAs you all leave the island you can clearly see the ring of fog that lays heavy around it. Gaining a little altitude and flying into the setting sun you can see that the waters are empty this far out from the mainland.\n\nA few hours of flight later you can see a few sails on the horizon, white against the darkening sky.\n\nAs you come closer a shaft of light spears out and sweeps across the sea. Highlighting the ships and the location of the lighthouse Jax spoke of. The ivory finger of stone grows as you approach. You can see the sweeping light flashing in the distance before you can see the horizon darken with the sight of the land.\n\nFully dark now the sky is clear and the moon is at half. You can see the enormous ligthhouse, easily a hundred feet high and fifty wide at the base. A tall wall of white stone surrounds the structure much like a castle. You can see torches of guards walking the perimeter. There are cliffs on all sides of the lighthouse compound, which drop down to the sea on the East and sand on the Northwest. The stone jetty that it sits on is connected to the cliffs beyond by a simple heavy wood and rope bridge that you estimate could support a cart and 4 oxen.\n\nThe cliffs that rise on the far side of the lighthouse are topped with orchards, the fruit trees are heavy with apples, and pears. It must be the middle of the harvest season on the prime. Beyond the orchards you can see the smoke of a large city, lights of the city glittering in the warm clear night. \n \n\n V \n\nAt the sight of the lighhouse, and city, V whistles.\n\n A nice view. Almost as good as the tower's. Let's see what the mortals on the ground are like. \n\nWith that, V drops down upon the Lighthouse' wall, right next to a conveniant guard.\n\n Good morning. I was wondering, where exactly are we? I'm afraid I've gotten a little lost. "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n\nWaetir laughs to himself and Dimension Doors near him, wanting to watch the reaction of the mortal. He doesn't think of attempting to exclude Silf, so she might end up drug along with him.\n\n((Will save DC 24 to not be taken with him. If you do follow, you end up about 10' from V))"
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The heavily armored man turns and stumbles surprised to see a winged person landing next to him. As V speaks the man squints a little studying V for a moment.\n\nHe stumbles back and turns his halbard toward you screaming BEGONE foul beast! Evil such as your like is not welcome here! \n\n-OOC Roll initiative!"
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nV blinks\n\n Now that is simply rude. What have I done except ask you where we are? Is this how you greet weary travelers? \n If you insist on a fight, all right. But I mearly wanted to know where this is. If you won't tell me, I'll leave in peace. "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "He looks at you for a moment, obviously stunned that you aren't trying to rip his soul out of something. He is obviously afraid of you as he says brandishing his halbard You are in the Ivory Lighthouse, seat of the Order of the White Sun. You are evil, and need to be destroyed! He shuffles forward ready to strike."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n See, was such simple politness hard? Thank you, whoever you are. \n I'll leave you, and this lighthouse, after one more answer. What's that city over there? "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " That's Pigiron, now begone before I am forced to destroy you, demon! The guard seems to be gathering his nerve, his face scrunches up, and he breathes a calming breath steeling himself."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n Thank you, knight. However... \n\nV shifts, very quickly into his normal form. The lava coloured cracks in his skin, the nearly featureless face, and oval head all showed him as somthing other than mortal.\n\n I don't think you could manage that. \n\nHe shifts back, and a wizened elven noble smiles at the guard.\n\n But as you were polite; more or less, I won't bother you or your order. Good day \n\nWith a bow, the elven noble (who also had wings) flew from the wall, seemingly ascending into the sky. He opens telepathy with Kayrne\n\n Well, that was interesting. That place is some sort of order of Paladins, might be as well to avoid it. Oh, and the city is called Pigiron. Shall we pay it a visit? "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf\n\nFlying back to the others Silf asks Waetir. \"Would you mind warning me the next time you do that? Not that im not prepared for it but it would be easier for me to cast invisability than to use my ability to become invisible imediately as they are limited in duration and how often i may do so.\" \n\nAs they return to the others Silf asks. \"I suggest we try a less obvious approach to dealing with the inhabitants of this world. Even though they are insignificant on their own it would not bode well for us if they gathered in large numbers. Not to mention the fact that you unwittingly gave them something very valuable in return for information that was not necessary. You took away our greatest asset, that of suprise and now that they know we are here that order of paladins may very well be a threat to us.\n\nI suggest that we return and slay him immediately before he can raise an alarm or warn anyone that we are here. I will act alone if none of you will come with me however we must be swift, precise, quiet, and above all ruthless. If they know we are here they will surely seek us out i say we kill them now while we have the opportunity and the advantage.\" \n\nWith that Silf will return to the wall taking the time to render herself and any others invisable. Upon arriving near the sentry she will attempt to hold him with hold person (DC 28) and let her abilities do the rest. She will also be near enough that she can kiss him as soon as she casts hold person revealing herself."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "Upon returning returning to the wall the sentry is no longer there. You are near enough to one of the towers that are evenly spaced along the wall to hear some kind of commotion going on inside. It sounds like a man yelling about \"demons\" and another man shouting something back."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf\n\nflying as quietly as possible she will try to determine how many are in the tower.\n\nIf there are 3 or less she will attempt to disable one with hold person and another by kissing him.\n\nDC: 28 saves for both."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n Heh. Let'em search. They are mortals, and will shortly have a whole city to look through. And besides, they don't even know what they are looking for. \n If you insist on going, I won't stop you. But I'll remain here. If they knew our number, that would be somthing to search for. "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " \"The fact that they are looking is reason enough. Not to mention that i do not want trouble and they may suspect any who are strangers because of what you have done. You may have single-handedly cursed us all.\" Silf hisses at him angrily waiting for only a few moments for the others if they are willing to come and leaving quickly if they are unwilling.\n\nEdit: make pretty with colours."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The tower is made of the same white stone as the rest of the compound. There are arrow slits spaced along the outer wall and a heavy oaken door banded with iron closing off what is within from your sight.\n\nAs you approach you can here a man, other than the guard from before, yelling something. -OOC Make a listen check- From the number of voices you can tell that there are at least 3 people inside the tower, if not more."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf\n\nTrying to remain quiet and move to a slit in the tower to peer in to gain their number Silf smiles to herself at their passion. Yes. Passion is always good... She thinks to herself as she moves.\n\n Move silent - (1d20+16)[ 17 ] \nSpot - (1d20+2)[9]\n\nEdit: Silly forum roller hates me."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n \"Oh, oops. I'm used to no one being able to see me unless they specifically do, so I didn't even think about it.\" \n \n Spoiler \nListen: (1d20+14)[ 19 ] \nSpot: (1d20+14)[ 26 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "Looking in through the arrow slit you can see a round room lit and heated by a large ornate iron brazier. Torches, the color of the flames tells you they are of the magical sort, line the room adding to the light. A rack of weapons hangs on the far wall next to the table around which the men are talking.\n\n Sir, I told you there are demons out there. One of them flew down and spoke to me before flying off! I swear by the Light. The guardsmen you spoke to before gestures toward the door leading to the wall you are on. You can see he is a young man, barely an adult.\n\nThe olderman sitting at the desk fairly yells at the youth Initiate Raul, calm down this instant! If there were demons, why are you not dead? And more so why did you not call the alarm when you first saw them? \n\nThe young man known as Initiate Raul begins to stammer a reply obviously flustered when older man looks to the side of the room when two other guard lean against the wall. They were snickering at the youth's behavior. When they see the older man look at them they snap to attention as he says You two go with him and check it out. If you don't report back to me in 2 minutes, I will raise the alarm myself. he then looks at Raul If this is some sort of silly-bugger... \n\nThe two men Yessir simulteneously before marching toward the door with the Initiate leading the way."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n Poor boy. Waetir thinks to himself, before reaching out with his magic to sooth the obviously overwhelmed Initiate.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCalm emotions on him. DC 23 Will save or calm down. :P\n "
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": " Men... doesn't matter human or elf, or even demon, they're all annoying sends Kayrne telepathically to Silf. Do you know how many are there? She inquires to the group. I wouldn't feel comfortable with a full order of paladins following us to that town, moreso when I'm not very keen with disguises she adds, only a tad annoyed with V.\n\n We can leave now if we hurry, but If you can make me invisible, Silf, I can teleport myself inside there and shut them all for eternity. She offers, emphasizing the option she prefers more."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The door bangs open as the group of men come out tromping in heavy mail and carrying torches. The Initiate, now much calmer, says to the other two It was over here, that the thing landed and then flew off. He leads them to almost the same spot where V had landed.\n\nThe other two look around for a moment before one of them says evenly Well whatever it was its gone now. \n\nThe other paladin looks around one last time before turning to Initiate Raul saying Make sure you file a full report in the morning, Initiate You can hear the disdain he has the lowly guard."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "(OOC: consider yourself invisible Pain, as given the opportunity i would have cast it on you.)\n\nSilf\n\nTaking note of the senior officer being alone Silf will more in and confront him.\n\nStarting combat...\n\n Initiative - (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \n\nDC 28 will save. Hold Person and move in next to him for the kiss after casting. Placing herself directly in front of the senior officer so that he has no choice but to meet her gaze. Hoping pain will be able to handle the others out on the wall or at least stop them from raising the alarm."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "Ookay. Everyone else make initiative checks please."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n \"That's not a very nice thing to do, Silf. You could have at least told us what you were doing.\" \n \n Spoiler \nInit: (1d20+13)[ 32 ] If I roll init higher than Silf's, lower it to hers.\n\nWaetir then casts calm emotion, attempting to catch any other guards in the area so they are not alarmed.\n "
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": " Kayrne \n Ok, I'll get the others, then transmits Kayrne telepathically as she crosses the space to the entrance of the room instantaneously. Trusting that Silf's spell will be enough to hide her presence she moves to the entrance of the lord's room, waiting for the two guards to appear.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWell, if able, Kayrne Ddoors to the entrance to the room and waits for the guards to arrive and attack them by surprise before they can see Silf doing whatever she wants to the old man. If the white stone prevents the dimensional door (hey, I don't know!) she'll hurry to try to catch them going down the stairs (with fly 60 it shouldn't be that hard to catch some armoured guys).\nInitiative= (1d20+5)[ 25 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nV flies down a bit; just enough to be in telepathic range if it becomes nessecary."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The old man's eyes get huge as Silf appears before him, surprising him. His body goes rigid as the spell takes hold. She is able to lock eyes with the Guard Captain quickly.\n\nWaetir can feel his spell take hold of the humans, with the exception of one of the two guardsmen on the wall with Raul. Both senior guardsmen see Silf as she becomes visible. The one, (#3) shouts DEMON! Sound the Alarm! as he rushes into the tower. Straight itno Kayrne's waiting chains. -Make an AoO, he is flat footed against you and will run right into you -\n\nRaul and #2 look at their brethren calmly before repeating Alarm. Just not as loudly or with as much fervor, more out of reflex than anything else. Raul then turns an dbegins to run off down the wall toward the next tower. The other looks around confused as to help or run.\n Updated Map "
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": " Kayrne \nThe demoness smiles with glee as the confused guard rushes right into her trap and lashes out with a chain. As she does, she becomes visible, but also seems to meld with the shadows of the tower.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nattack: (1d20+20)[ 21 ] \ndamage (2d4+15)[ 17 ] \nYayyy! three dices, three ones!! This roller hates me 🤢\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n\nWith Raul now out of range, Waetir quits concentrating on him, allowing the spell to fade on him. He keeps concentrating on #2."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "I need Elkhantar's action for the round."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "As the cry for alarm is carried and echoed through the compounds you all can here the clumping of heavy boots starting to move in your direction.\n\nSilf turns her attention #3 catching him in her gaze, he pauses a moment and licks his lips as lust begins to distract him. As she moves over to him Pain lashes out with her chains pummeling him into a bloody mess.\n\nWaetir holds #2 calming him. He looks around HEeey, demons. You shouldn't be here. He watches as his compatriot is killed Willy! You killed Willy. I should do something. At that he pulls a holy symbol in the shape of a sun from inside his baldric, it glows with brilliant white magical flames, and begins waiving above his head and yelling DEMONS! Knights to me! .\n\nInitiate Raul makes it to the next tower on the wall, you all can hear him yelling about DEMONS! Attacking! you can hear the crash of metal on metal as more armored knights begin to react.\n\nIn the yard you can all hear the cry of alarm passing through the citadel. A few men can be seen carrying torches and pointing toward #2.\n\n Updated Map Here "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nYou hear a telepathic message from V. He dosn't bother disguising his contempt.\n\n A perfect example of how charging in never does any good. Before, the human would have been dismissed as a drunk. Now, he has proof. The paladins'll be out in force now; and they'll have stronger members here too.\n\nI reccomend you get out of there. Not even you can take down all these guys . "
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": " Kayrne \n\nRejoicing in the painful death of the guard, Kayrne's joy is only slightly tarnished by V's words. Sure, It's been almost as good of an idea as stopping to say hi... she replies, bitten. Can't we play just a little bit more? she inquires, half-joking, half-serious until she sees the guards gathering at the other tower.\n\n If those go calling for more and more reinforcements we may end up in trouble, though. she adds, slightly worried. Let's take care of them! she suggests."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n Tempting; and later, you can with my blessing. But they#ve already sent for those re-enforcments; I can hear them; and we don't know how powerfull they are. We've only fought the Dretches up to now. And I fear we've got to put finding a mage first, to try and get rid of that damed spell. "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf\n\nMoving over to her new pet, Silf ignores V for now. Taking the time to instruct her pet that he should repeat her name 3 times as a whisper so that noone can hear him once every hour. She leans in close pressing her flesh against him and whispers in his ear. \"Silf is my name and if you do this for me then i will be very very grateful...\" Letting the sentence trail off in a dramatic way to imply it's meaning she then instructs him that it would be best if he forget what he saw here tonight and what the other officers reported seeing. He should deny nothing and gathering whatever information he can as well as maps and supplies. Afterwards he should meet up with her in the city as soon after dawn as he can manage without raising suspicion. If he can secure money or anything of value that can be concealed, that would be helpful as well. If he is questioned about what happened to him he should reply that he was able to hold them off until the others escaped and raised the alarm.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIm not sure how many opposed charisma checks you would want for all of that but i will roll several so you can use them.\n Charisma1 - (1d20+14)[ 26 ] \n Charisma2 - (1d20+14)[ 30 ] \n Charisma3 - (1d20+14)[ 27 ] \n Charisma4 - (1d20+14)[ 25 ] \n \n\n\nAfter giving her instructions Silf will cast invisability on herself and Pain if she hasnt retreated yet and join up with the others. \"It would seem that they know we are here now 'V'.\" She says staring at him icily as she drops her invisability. Somehow she manages to see herself as blameless in causing half of an order of paladins to rally against a demonic invision. Choosing instead to blame V for his part.\n\nStill pouting she turns to the others and says, \"No matter that little captain will meet us in the city when he has the chance. In the meantime i can observe him and his actions. Let us make haste to this city and seek out refreshment and accomodations.\" "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n\nWaetir's voice enters your mind once more. \"Fabulous. Can we go now? I'm not into death and destruction like you all are. Get at least a thousand feet straight up, then I'll follow you all.\" None of you can miss the irritation in his voice.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHiding near something: (1d20+41)[ 52 ] \nHolding until they're all gone, then blasting the place with a sculpted glitterdust. 4 10' cubes, DC 24 save or blinded. Eitherway, they're covered with the dust for 9 rounds. Then going to Ddoor straight up.\n "
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": " Kayrne \n\nSomewhat pleased by the pain she just dished out, somewhat saddened by the fact that she should stop now, Pain sends a simple Thanks telepathycally to Silf for the invisibility. She then just teleports straight up and flies the rest of the distance. Meanwhile she tells Waetir the same speech she always gave herself.\n\n I'd rather call it dreserved retribution, little droplet, not just mindless destruction. It is them who attacked on sight, we just were more effective. Evil is relative… it depends on where you are standing, pointing your indicting finger. Not that she truly believes her own words, having seen the abyss and evil incarnate... perhaps she did once, before an eternity of daemonhood.\n\nShe waits for the others to come before turning to more useful thoughts. Temptress, can you adopt the guise of those humans? "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n Oh really? \n\nV has already assended at this point, and looks down at Silf as he communicates with her..\n\n They only knew when you charged recklessly down there. Before that from what I could see, they seemed to be ignoring that human who saw me. But let us leave that asside, and get to the city at last \n Oh, and I for one can take mortal form easily. "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf\n\n \"As can I. I can also render those who wish to be undeteced invisible for limited periods of time. If we can find no other way to disguise them.\" She says completely forgetting the argument they had been having moments before. She decides they can argue later once there are things to be thrown and she can scream... oh how i love drama. She thinks to herself.\n\n \"Perhaps we should just teleport everyone to that city right now and pose as someone of importance? I wonder if there is a palace we can use for the time being...\" Silf trails off caught now in her world of fantasy and intrigue in her mind."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Taking the time to instruct her pet that he should repeat her name 3 times as a whisper so that noone can hear him once every hour. She leans in close pressing her flesh against him and whispers in his ear. \"Silf is my name and if you do this for me then i will be very very grateful...\" \n\n The guard captain shudders imperceptibly, still held by the spell. Silf feels her Temptation snap to his mind as she flies off with the others.\n\nAs you all fly away you can see the compound looks as if someone kicked an anthill, one filled with fireflies. Torches, lanterns and magical lights turn the citadel into an even more beautiful sight from above.\n\nAs you approach the city from above you can see that it is mostly and industrial city, the acrid smoke from smelters and awful smell of coal fires burns you noses as you approach. The center of town is old mostly brick construction. With newer construction as you get further from the center. There is no wall or apparent palace here. A few larger buildings are noticable from the air, one of which you all recognize as a church of the same order as the paladins, Pelor the sun god is strong here. Wharehouses and markets line the main road through the city which runs almost parallel to the coast line."
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": "Kayrne\n\nPain uses her magical abilities to conceal herself from scrying and divination, and offers the same protection to the rest of the group if they so desire. I'm pretty sure there will be a few clerics asking the upper planes about our location she explains.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCasting nondetection on herself and any of the others who want\n \n\nThen, Silf's words get her attention. I don't trust the demiplane will hold for too long, so we should hurry rather than indulge in mortal pleasures. she says, disagreeing with Silf. Nonetheless, Pain inhales the charred air coming from the city below, enjoying the acrid smell and searing heat.\n\n That church surely will have a wealth of knowledge to draw upon she says, pointing to the church of Pelor But I'd rather look for an arcane caster than go in that foul temple she suggests. They tend to be less concerned with ethics or dogma "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n\nWaetir declines the spells. \"If you hadn't decided to just attack, it would be a lot easier for you all to talk to them. Let me go talk to those people in the temple.\" \n\nWithout waiting for a response, Waetir starts dimension dooring down into the town again, headed to the temple.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOnce there, he looks for someone in charge and sends telepathically to only them. After hiding nearby. Hide: (1d20+41)[ 61 ] \"Hi! I was wondering. Do you know how someone would break a planar binding? I'd like to get home without any more trouble.\" \n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The temple is a majestic piece of architecture. Soaring buttreses, fornicated archways and pillars. Gleaming white stone everywhere. If anything this is a cathedral. Golden statues line the pulpit, the crystal dome catches the light of the half moon and shines it down upon the pulpit.\n\nYou are easily able to find a few boys in their early teens sweeping out the main chapel. they wear rough spun white woolen robes with a heavy gray wool belt. Tonsured, they obviously are not the sort you are looking for. They seem to be chatting about the day's sermon and complaining about their duties.\n\nAn elderly man walks the hallways keeping an eye on the young men, and singing softly to himself. Dressed in a finely woven white linen robe with a double bar of dark blue lining the robe, and a belt of silver sun coins quietly clinks as he proceeds through the hall ways. This may be someone who will know.\n\nHe twitches a little at the voice in his head. He then stops an peers around looking for the sourse of the voice. After a moment he stops and pulls a beautiful silver sun coin the size of his fist from within his robe and mutters some words, his eyes shimmer for a second as again he looks around. Again he cannot find you. He says This old man cannot see you, I know I am not going daft in my advanced years. Please show yourself to me so that I can look at whomever I am speaking too. I may be able to get you home but I cannot help you if you do not show yourself. "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n\nWaetir stops hiding and attempts to hover in front of the old man, trying to catch his eye.\n\n \"Hi! You're nice. You don't immediately start attacking. Can you see me now?\" "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The old man takes a step back as you swim into his vision. He peer at you with a wrinkly squint for a moment before saying Hmmph. Well this is surely a new one. A telepathic drop of water, am I correct in assuming a water elemental of some form? Why would you need help to find your way home? "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n \"Yep, I come from the water plane. And like I said, I need to break a planar binding. A really wierd one, actually. Some idiot thing summoned me and then bound me to his little demi-plane so that I'd be forced to work for him. I'm not sure exactly how he managed it though. I usually just play the part of familiar to the mages, I'm not a mage myself.\" The old man gets the mental impression of a childish smile at the end of Waetir's little speech."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The old man smiles For one thing, slow down little one. Please. From what I understood you were summoned to somewhere. Did you say a demi-plane? I think the information you need is beyond simple ol' Will. I am not much learned in the ways of things higher than myself or the acolytes. I think you should return in the morning and speak with Rector Jozz. He will know. He reaches out as if to pat you on the head and then realizes what he is doing and pulls his hand back smiling sheepishly.\n\nYou can see genuine kindness written in the the old man's face, and you get the feeling that he is speaking the plain truth."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n \"Hooray, thank you Mr. Will. Can I met this Rector person here tomorrow morning then?\" "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Yes little one. The Rector will around in the morning. I will leave a note for him to expect you. Look for a severe man with a single gold border on his robes. He fingers the border of his robe as hes says this. Is there anything else I can help you with this night? "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n \"Nope, thanks! You've been lots of help!\" Waetir moves forward, touching the old man's head before releasing a burst of magic. He then backs away and Dimension Doors to the others.\n\n\n \"Hey, there might be someone in the morning that will talk to me about the binding thing in the temple. Not sure what the ethics and dogma thing you thought they would have was, but there was just a nice old man there! I'm supposed to meet with Rector, and hopefully he can help.\" \n \n Spoiler \nThe spell is Cure Critical Wounds. It's Waetir's way of showing his happiness, is to soothe others.\n "
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": " Kayrne \n Yeah, sure, they all seem at one point or another. Until you met them in hell. And I've been there! She says, scornfully replying to little waetir's words.\n\n I doubt they would have been so cooperative if I had descended in there besides you. she mutters telepathically if that is somehow possible. Nonetheless, I'm curious to see what help can they bring. she adds. When are you supposed to meet with Rector? "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n \"Never been there. And I told you, I'm supposed to meet him in the morning.\" "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n Well, untill then, I'd better get to looking for an arcanist. Better safe than sorry. \n\nV has taken his normal human form at this point, with a few minimal changes to the cloathing, to try and blend in. He uses his dimension door ability to appear in a back alley, and walks out of it confidently. He looks around, taking in his surroundings,keeping an eye out for paladins, or any kind of threat, and tries to locate any conveniant sources of infomation. If possible, he'll aim for a low class tavern, or any kind of mage's guild. Any buisness that seems to serve a mage guild will be a priority for investigation.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDisguise (1d20+20)[ 32 ] \nSpot (paladins, or active looking town guard (1d20+23)[ 31 ] \nGather Infomation (1d20+20)[ 38 ] Looking for a mages guild. If possible, inquieries into conjurers, abjurers or generally morraly flexable casters\nSearch (1d20+10)[ 13 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "V lands in an alley near the center of the city, in a promising looking area. Looking around the streets he can see that it is nearly deserted. The early hours of the morning before dawn most of the cities inhabitants are still asleep. the clatter of horse hooves on cobblestones can be heard a few streets away.\n\nLooking up and down the street, V can see the flagstone paved street is relatively clean and well kept. The brick buildings that line th street are fairly close together and seem like a mixture of commercial and residential in nature.\n\nA drunken man wobbles and weaves down the street from the north. He is obviously in his cups and sings softly to himself. He is very well muscled and scarred from what looks like years of heavy labor. He stumble to a doorway and fumbles with the latch for a moment before nearly falling into the building as the door opens. The light form the interiaor is bright and a shrill voice can be heard form the inside Mathias Dale Coe! What do you--- her words are cut off as she slams the door.\n\nAgain in the darkness V moves up the road the way the man had come from. Coming upon an intersection he looks to the left and sees the sign for a tavern hanging over the street several doors down. Light comes from the windows, and the door as a few more patron come stumbling out of the door. The sign shows an overflowing foamy tankard of ale(?) behind a n out line of a leaping green stag."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": "V\n\n \n Spoiler \n Using the rolls from before?\n \n\n\nV smiled at the passing drunk\n\n One more absurd and mortal habit \n\nHe walks along the street, and strolls comfterbly into the tavern, with a confidance that did not quite ring with his apparent age. He looks around, taking in the interior and the patrons, before walking up to an interesting looking patron \n Spoiler \n Interesting may not equate to agreeable. Just someone who stands out\n \n\n Hello. I don't supose you could guide me to a mage? I fear I have just arrived in town, and have some buisness that requires arcana. "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nThe disguise, spot and search yes. Gather info will happen below. It is the early hours of the morning at this point so you success may be limited.\n \n\n\nThe tavern is a fairly clean if rough establishment. The floor is covered with rushed that are mostly clean, the smell of stale beer and sweat mixes withthat of the wood fire in the hearth off to the side. Several tables with wooden stools and chairs are being wiped and cleaned by a pretty if rundown barmaid. This looks to be a low to middle class working mans establishment.\n\nThe bar dominates the back wall, large casks of ale are lined up behind the bar. A few iron chandeliers with candles light the main area. The barman, a stout looking human is currently picking up a drunken man who has apparntly passed out saying Come on Wallace, time to go home ya old drunk. The three humans are the only people left in the room. The barmaid and the barman look up at V as he comes in. The barmaid says to him tiredly We're closed honey. Just cleaning up. \n\nThe barman straightens up leaving the drunk passed out in his chair. I'll tell you what son, you help me get ol Wallace here home and I'll give you the name of the only reputable mage I know. And directions to the Mages Guildhall here in town. How's that sound? "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n A good reputation might be usefull \n\nCertianly. Where does he live? \n\nAfter being given hopefully usefull directions, V turns to the drunk\n\n Come on friend. \n\nIf nessecary, he'll hit Wallace over the head, lightly, just to get him concious. Then he'll try and escort the drunk home."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "-OOC if you want to intterupt this process at any point let me know.\n\nThe barman brightens and says to the barmaid See Gertie, there are good people left in the world. Smiling he turns to V and says Just help me carry him, he won't wake up at this point. I could break his ribs and he wouldn't notice. He grabs one arm and points V to the other arm.\n\nOnce they get him up he says His shop is just around the corner a block or two. We'll head there and drop him off. \n\nThe wizened old man is surprisingly heavy for one so skinny, especially as he is relatively dead weight. He smells of stale beer and sweat. With the tow of you walking you both easily carry him oput of the tavwern and around the corner. The barman is relatively quiet as hauls the old man with V's help.\n\nAs you round the corner you can see a sign board with a pointy hat, some stars and a wand crossing the front. The sign over the door says Wallace's Wizardly Works as you approach the door you hear it clcik itself unlocked. A raucous voice from within says Rawk! Drunk again! \nThe barman reaches out and opens the door of a dusty old shop filled with books and trinkets of all sorts. On a chest high T bar next to the small counter stands a raven that calls out Rawk, just leave him on the floor! Serve him right! Rawk! The Barman gently lowers Wallace to the floor and heads back outside, waiting for V to follow where he closes the door, it clicks locked again as the door shuts.\n\nThe barman turns to V Since he's the only wizard I know, he might be able to help you with your problem. And the Wizards Guild is over on Fleet Street right near the town hall. Can't miss it, just look for the pink stone building. "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": "V\n\nV bows\n\n Thank you. And as Wallace here seems.... incapacitated for the moment; I think the guild will be a better idea for the moment. \nHe then mooves to exit the curio shop.\n\n Just shows you. Threaten them, use force, and they are useful right now. But persuade them, convince them, and they are in your pocket for a long time indeed .. \n\nV then sets off for the guild... and then stops a moment\n\n Actually... might be as well to get some currency; mortals are festidious about that sort of thing \n\nSo saying, V turns arround, and heads off, starting to look for the seediest part of the city, the place in which he is most likely to find any underworld lowlifes who might try to rob him."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "Looking around the area that V is in he can see that the area he is looking for is not far off. V heads down the street passing several turns toward what looks like the seedier part of town.\n\nWalking along he can hear the clip-clop of hooves getting closer, it sounds like 2 horses moving at a walk along the street behind him. Oi, boy. What are you doing out after curfew? V hears come from behind him."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf\n\nHaving a little bit of fun with the paladins kept her entertained for a little while but now that excitement had faded from her mind. Looking over at the one remaining member of her party Silf asks. \"What do you feel like doing? We could find a nice place to wait for the others cause i have no idea how long they are going to take. I could go for a little excitement right about now but i think it's the wrong time of day for the kind of ideas i have in mind. Still i guess we could at least go down and try to find a way to disguise you or something to do.\" \n\nWithout waiting for an answer from Pain Silf is going to teleport down to the city somewhere out of the way and look for a mage shop. Asuming the guise of a young human girl, about the age of 17 or so, possibly a woman by the towns standards. Silf will begin looking around for signs or anyone she can talk with about the whereabouts of a mage shop."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nV is still for a moment; as he rather delicately reshuffles his face, in order to try and leave a different identity. He ends up as a rather thick set human, who would have been pegged for someone of about 30. Then, he teleports 15 ft directly behind his current position, and sizes up his \"attackers\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nDD to that position.\n\n (1d20+20)[ 27 ] Disguise\n\n (1d20+23)[ 26 ] Spot to get some idea of just who it was who felt like jumping him.\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "@ Silf\n\nYou teleport down into an area of town, long low building surrounded by thin wood fances and large yards. You can smell the smoke of the furnaces and feel their heat. This must be a place where metal is worked or something.\n\nThis is probably the wrong part of town, maybe flying over the city would work better to try and find a mage."
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": " Kayrne \n I think I'll follow you around invisible until we find some way for me to disguise among these humans... She replies, flying down to meet Silf. Perhaps we could find someone to have fun with she adds as an afterthought. You could have fun first and then I would she finishes with a devilish smile.\n\n Perhaps he could even provide us with information she says, trying to get something useful out of the situation.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nwow, Pain scares me right now... but I guess that's what the demoness would say.\n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf\n\nShrugging at the demonesses coments Silf seems unphased. She looks around a little and then wanders off in the direction she assumes a main avenue would be taking a moment to cast invisability on pain once again before they leave the secluded back lots. As she approaches openings of buildings she'll peek inside and see who she can find to ask for help or anything of interest at all. If she sees anyone she will ask them where she can find a mage."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "@V - Sorry for the delay\n\nThe two men on horse back are dressed in light chain mail with a white surcoat over it. Rank bars hang at their shoulders, and a golden sun is centered on their chest and the back of their white cloaks. They ride large heavy destriers, which snort and shuffle nervously.\n\nAs you DDoor away hear one of them call out Hey, Whered he go!? They ride up past where you were standing looking for you. Giving you time to get composed again. They wheel their horses around speaking between themselves as they ride back to their original position. They look official, like guards of some sort.\n\n------------------------\n\n@ Silf & Kayrne\n-I will assume Kayrne is Invis unless otherwise stayed for now.\n\nThe two of you drift through an industrial area of the city. The only life in this area is a few yard dogs and cats. To get to any of the buildings to look inside you would have to leave the road, cross the yard, and then open the door.\n\nAs you all approach a crossroads you can hear horsehoof's in the distance, moving at a walking pace you asssume.\n\n---------------------------------------------------------\n\n@ All\n\nYou all hear a low tone coming from the direction of the coast. The note climbs a few octaves before stopping. This repeats itself three times. It sounds as if some great horn has been sounded.\n\n---------------------------------------------------------\n\n@V\n\nThe two men respond instantly to the notes. The rear their horses and begin to gallop away down the road toward the coast.\n\n@ Silf & Kayrne\n\nThe hoof beats quickly turn into a gallop and fade away."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "You all can feel the connection between yourselves tightening and stretching as you move apart. Silf and Kayrne are alright as they are close together, but they can still feel the taughtness of the connection pulling at them. V and Waetir both can feel it pulling on them toward the others."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nHmm... sound and act like Baator fodder. But, with an order of Paladins right outside... \n\nV forgets this for a moment. The wizards guild is now the priority; after that horn, he doesn't know how much time they'll have. Tightening against the pull towards the others, he turns around, and heads over to the building already pointed out. He takes in the area, before making a move.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+23)[ 28 ] Spot in the area around the guild; trying to take in the surroundings. before doing anything.\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "-I got the hint 😛\n\nThe mages guild is a smallish tower, compared to what you are used to at least. It is made of simple granite and rises to about 30 feet above a squat three story building. It is relatively nondescript. A Chest high stone wall is topped with another 10 feet of wrought iron fencing that encircles the place. A wrought iron gate stands locked against the night. As you stand and watch a pulsing purple glow slides around the bars of the fence, moving from the corner you walked from to the corner of the fence down the street. Seeming to slither across and around the bars like a snake. Wrought into the bars of the gate are a pair of crossed wands and a classical \"all-seeing\" eye\".\n\nThe guild sits on a broad well kept avenue. Two individual lanes separated by a small swath of green. At one end of the half kilometer avenue is a bridge across the small river that bisects Pigiron, on the other end is what looks to be a governent building, which the guild is almost right next to. All of the buildings are nice and well kept. The Fleet Street is lit by everburning torches with glass housings every 50 on alternating sides of the avenue.."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": "-But did you get both of them?😉 😏 😛\n V \n \nWell, I guess they haven't got brilliant funding. Either that, or they are more powerful that I'd have guessed. \n\nV proceeds to do the most un-expected thing imaginable.\n\nHe goes up to the gates, tries to open them, and then look for a door. if he can manage that, he'll knock."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The gates are locked and do not move. As soon as V touches them the purple light flows across them, as if in warning."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nOh, for the towers sake... \n\nV looks into the \"Eye\"; and speaks slowly, and clearly, to see if that could manage anything.\n \nI want to get in. Would you kindly open this door? \n\nIf nothing happens, V'll curse slightly, and try and work out just what spells there are here with Detect Magic\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+22)[ 27 ] Spellcraft\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nAbjuration 2 effects 1 slightly stonger than the other- Another Abjuration tied to an enchantment- inside the gate. The purple glow is an illusion effect.\n\nSpellcraft allows you to identify the schools only.\n "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Can I tell what is on the gate itself?\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nSorry was unclear\n\nOn the Gate\n-Minor abjuration effect\n-Illusion effect\n\nOn the area beyond the gate/in the yard\n-Medium strength abjuration effect tied into an enchantment effect\n-another minor abjuration effect.\n "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n Ah. Almost certainly inconsequential, but, just in case ... \n\nHe shifts to his \"Young Human\" form. (with his back to the street so people can hopefully not see) before attempting to teleport into the tower with a dimensional door."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "As you begin to DDoor into the tower, you stop suddenly. The effect will not work. The interior of the tower is barred from you in that way."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n 20 + spell level \tIdentify a spell that’s already in place and in effect. You must be able to see or detect the effects of the spell. No action required. No retry.\n \n\n Waetir \n\nWaetir, still hovering above the city, feels the draw of the binding to the others. It's bearable, so he ignores it, patiently waiting out for the morning."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n Heh. They had the sense to ward against such things. This might be fun after all. \n\nWith that, V looks for a dark corner, and dissapears, ending up on the rooftops. With a few changes, the young human had a pair of wings, and beat an arieal path to the higher reaches of the tower."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "There are no windows along the length of the tower until the very top. There is a small area on to of the tower that is flat with a trap door that you can see. You can see the same abjuration/enchantment effect covers the top of the tower and most of the sides."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n \n Hmm... I guess it's standardized.\n\nHo hum . \n\nThe loth flies back down, landing in the courtyard."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nUnless something happens to him, V walks towards any sort of door, and tries to open it."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "As soon as you set foot in the yard you feel a wave of magic wash over you, unable to penetrate your natural defenses it fades away. Both effects in the yard have been triggered.\n\nFrom inside the building you hear a gong sound."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nV walks towards the Tower, calling out as he does so.\n \nHello? Will someone kindly let me in? "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "An old polished brass speaking tube is mounted next to the door. From it you hear a smooth even voice Who are you and why do you disturb us? "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nJust a traveler, friend. And one who has questions, and knowledge, about the arcane. Particularly about the arts of one though lost to the world. A certain Lich, of ill repute, who's recent activities should concern you.\n\nMay I come in? I have come a long way. "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " I'll have to wake the master. It would really be best if you could come back around noon. He most likely will blast me, and then you for just waking him. Your choice though. If what you have to say is true then he will want to hear it from you, but then again he may just make you wait till noon anyway. The speaking tube says.\n\nThe doors are banded oak and iron, deeply carved into the wood are runes, they glow of abjuration and transmutation. The bui8lding on closer inspection is well constructed by fine hands. Each stone fits with the others almost invisbly."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf\n\n\nStill bored and uncertain of what to do Silf continues walking in random directions looking for someone to talk to. Muttering to herself about how boring life must be around here with nothing to do and how life as a mortal bound to the earth and unable to fly would be simply too much to bear.\n\nKicking at loose pebbles and scuffing her feet as she walks to show her distaste for walking as a form of locamotion she does her best to keep her emotions in check especially her boredom."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nNot the news an exhausted traveler enjoys hearing, I tell you. However, if what I have to say is important, won't he blast you anyway for not telling him?\n\nBy the way, In case he asks, the one I referred to before, might be known to you as Savantir. Does that name ring any bells? "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The voice starts to laugh at you Bwahahahaha! That old story. Come back at noon ya fool. Thats just a story to scare little children. Now off with you. I don't know how you got inside the gate but you can use the same way to get out. Now go before I summon the guards. "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nWhat guards?\n\nThe only magics in this place are two utterly contemptible spells in the courtyard that I quite literally walked over, a spell to keep the gate firm against intrusion, and a fairly basic illusion to ward off fools. Oh, and the rather efficient warding against teleportation that you have up in there. Congratulate your master on that one, will you? The best constructed spell of the lot.\n\nSo, you'd have guards inside, assuming you truly have guards. But, with that ward against teleportation, they'd have to open the door. If the object would be to keep me out, wouldn't that be rather pointless? Given that the only reason I am not already in there is the combination of the warding, and the series of spells your master placed on the door?\n\nOr do you mean that you have a system in place to alert the town guard somehow? They are hardly... reliable. I just managed to avoid two of them, totally and easily through a simple short range teleportation. Plus, I believe that they have something else to worry about right now. Some sort of horn sounded, and they rode off. \n \n Spoiler \n Hopefully, demonstrating detailed knowledge of the tower's exterior spells might be sufficient to persuade this butler that V knows what he's talking about.\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "At this point the only noise from the tube is a click. After a few moments the big double doors click and swing open on their own. Inside you see a smallish chamber with two stone statues on pedastals. One is of a beautiful elven maiden dreesed in fine robes the other of a human male, obviously old from the whiskers on his chin, also dressed in robes. They flank another door, next to which is another speaking tube.\n\nAs the two stone statues turn their heads to look at you you hear from the inner speaking tube Actually Mr. Smartypants- whoever-you-are, these guards. Much more effective and compliant than those Order of Light fellows. The two statues step down from their pedastals and begin to advance."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n \nHmm. Interesting choice in statuary. Quite artistic in fact. Who was the sculpture? And the room is so small; it would be hard to doge both of them at once. All in all, a very well done defense. My congratulations. \n\nV speaks into the outer tube. Immediately after doing so, the tube might just hear a whoosh of air as V takes flight.\n\nAs soon as he gets up there, V tries the trapdoor. If he can manage it he goes through quickly, before Jeeves down there can try another ward."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "As V lands he can feel the same magics wash over him again, and again his natural resistance defeats it.\n\nThe rune covered iron bound wood trapdoor has no handle, and cannot be budged."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "@ Silf & Kayrne- Sorry Timaoh missed your post\n\nSilf sees a few white clad men go thundering past on horse back, they ignore Silf completely. Not even stopping to leer at her, if Silf steps in the way of one of the charging horses they rider will shout at her to get out of the way. If she doesn't then the horse will jump over her, or bullrush her.\n\nOther than those few the city is largely dead quiet at this early hour.\n\nWhich is odd, there are no homeless people, no \"ladies of the night\", even the taverns are locked up tight. No low lifes to hassle, nothing except a stray dog that runs off into the alley ways after being startled by her."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nV stamps on the trap door as hard as possible, attempting to make a noise. After that, he flies back down again, but quietly. As he reaches the area near the tube, he peaks his head into the doorway, and takes stock of the situation.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+6)[ 19 ] Move silently to get back down.\n\nDid an alarm go off once V reached the top. Can the golems threaten the whole room? How big are they? Human sized? Large?\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n\nWaetir, already getting bored with waiting in the air, Dimension Doors back towards the church. Maybe the Rector person had decided to come early? Or he could at least talk to the nice old man again.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWaetir basically wants to go explore the church, or find Will and spend the evening talking with the nice old man.\n\nYes, Waetir has almost a childish mentality.\n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Silf \n\nContinuing to explore the streets and avenues in the industrial district Silf walks around with Paine in tow (i assume) and does her best to find someone to talk to. After about a half hour of this she will get bored and possibly teleport to where one of the others is to see what they are up to. Most likely Waetir but that might change as her moods are as fleeting as her attention span and loyalty."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "@V\n\nStomping on the door produces nothing beyond a thump. Flying back down you see that the outerdoors are once again closed. The golems were large sized and threatened the whole room. The area is quiet. For a moment until you can hear great bells off in the distance. Waetir is in the same direction as the bells.\n---------------------\n@Waetir\n\nFloating through the church Waetir finds that there are only a few guards about. These are solid looking men with stern expressions.\n\nIt is a beautiful piece of architecture, with many murals praising the power of the lght and the coming of the dawn. Tapestries and small to medium statues are common. The white stone is often accented with gilt and silver inlay.\n\nYou do find Brother Will and some apprentices gathered in a small room with several bell pulls at the rear of the main chapel. Brother Will is praying as the four apprentices ready themselves to pull on the three inch think ropes. After a few moments Brother Will lowers his hands, opening his eyes he says to them, begin Begin the Call to the Dawn. \nThe apprentices begin to pull on the ropes first the central rope, then the outer ones, in a sequence that you do not understand until a moment later as the great bells above begin to sing out.\n\n BONG Bing Bong Bongggg, BONG Bing Bong Bongggg, BONG Bing Bong Bonggg \n\nThe sound is thunderous in this little room directly below the bells. Brother Will watches the apprentices finish the call. He veritable shouts at them in his good naturedly, if now deafened way, GO Wake your bothers, I will be in the main hall as usual. Morning mass must be prepared. Then off to your beds with you. He then turns and proceeds out the door followed by the apprentices who run off down a side corridor.\n-----------------------------\n@ Silf and Kayrne\n\nKicking their way around the industrial area Silf and Kayrne wander aimlessly.\nBoth of them hear great bells resouding in the distance. Coming from the direction that Waetir is in.\n \n Spoiler \n\nPlease be more specific about where you want to teleport to.\n "
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n Ho hum. \n\nV decides not to press the issue; and decides to try and find Silf, Pain, and Waetir to relate what he has found.\n \nCome to think of it... I never did find any criminals. \n\nV diverts himself from his first path for a moment, and returns to the area in which he met those two guards."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n\nWaetir's body shakes with the bells, but once Will leaves, he follows him. \"Hello. I came back to see you again! I got bored waiting. Whatcha doing? Do you have to Call the Dawn or it doesn't come? This is a very strange plane if so.\" "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "@ V\n\nYou return to the streets where you were before. The area is deserted. There are no people awake and about in the streets at this hour. But dawn is swift approaching.\n\n-------------------------\n\n@ Waetir\n\nThe old man jumps a little, surprised at hearing your voice again. He begins talking quietly as he bustles about the main chapel, straightening things and filling various decanters of oil, other busy little jobs. Is that you again, my wet little friend. I had not expected you back so soon.\n\nI am on my way to see to the preparation for the morning mass, Praising the Dawn. Today is the day of mass, and there is much to do. As for the Call to the Dawn, no we do not need to call it. It is tradition in our church to do so. There is an old story of how a boy had to wake Pelor who had fallen into a poisoned sleep. The only way that the boy could wake him was with a brass bell. So the song we play is to wake the sun before its journey across the sky for the day.\n\nIf you will excuse me for a moment I need to see to the novices. With that he hurries into the the wide hallway in between the chapel area and the entryway. There are four young men who he speaks to quickly before they hurry off themselves. He stands in the main hall, as if he is waiting for something."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n \"It's more interesting around here. See, I learned something new, about Pelor. Can I help with anything? I can heal, and calm people down, and make people act nicer.\" "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Silf \n\nDeciding she has had about as much 'fun' as she can stand for a day Teleports to where Waetir is after rendering herself invisible so she will not alarm anyone and can walk in from around a corner or out of eyesight if need be once she is there."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nSensing the others beginning to congregate, and disparing of finding any criminals, V starts to set off once more towards the others. He goes on foot however, lacking any means of concealment, and not yet certian as to where the others are exactly."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n\nSensing the binding of one of the others appear near him, Waetir sends out to whoever it was.\n\n \"I like this old man here, and if you cause trouble here, you will find me attempting to stop you. No being mean here, alright?\" \n \n Spoiler \nDiplomacy, I know it doesn't work against other PCs, but Waetir doesn't know what a PC is. (1d20+22)[ 33 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Silf \n \"No arguments from me friend.\" She uses the term as it catches in her mouth in an unfamiliar manner. \"I actually just wanted to see where you were and what you are up to. Now i just want to get out of this filthy temple. If i had known you were here i wouln't have come.\" Silf trails off in a hushed whisper as she moves to find her way out of the temple before her invisability wears off and so she can breathe more easily.\n\nOnce she is outside she will look around and then once she is certain she will not be seen allows her invisability to drop and lounges around waiting for the others and Waetir to finish their business as she senses V coming closer as well."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "Brother Will says to Waetir Pardon me my little friend, you must hide yourself now as to not alarm the masses. The dawn comes and they will begin arriving. The common folk will not understand your presence here. After the sermon I will speak to the Rector and will call to you. He then turns and walk to the doors.\n\nSilf, and Kayrne are able to conceal themselves from the masses very easily in the archways and architectural detail in the walls surrounding the church property. The property of the church makes them both feel ill at ease, it is holy concecrated land. And they are weakened in its presence.\n\nAs dawn breaks the horizon, the opening of the church faces the sun. The great doors are opened all through the hall and the light of the sun touches the altar at the far end of the hall. The golden altar lights up the room with reflected glory.\n\nPeople start to move in the city and begin arriving at the temple. Clerics and commoners, rich and poor alike are welcomed by Brother Will and his boys. A few other clerics greet the old man with smiles and hand shakes. All of them wear white robes with various colored borders. Only one of them does Brother Will bow to, this man is tall and thin. Nearly gaunt, he is well tanned and shaven headed. The man has sharp features and an intelligent glint to his eye. There is strength in his step and grace in his movements. He wears a golden belt of sun coins, and a white robe with a single wide gold border. This mist be the Rector he spoke about.\n\nAs people get seated Brother Will walks the Rector up to the altar. A chorus begins to sing and both men stand with heads bowed as the hymns are sung. Praise to the sun, praise to the dawn, Pelor on high. Mighty is the flame, strong is the light... \n\nAfter that the Rector raises his hands and a hush falls over the masses.\n Praise to the Shining One, Praise to the Sun Father, PRAISE PELOR! His voice rings through the hall clear and strong. He has a natural presence that fills the hall. On this day, let it be known that we will be reconsecrating the lands of the church. We will renew our vows to praise the light and renew our bond to the life giving Sun. Peace is evident in the lands, the scourge has fallen but three years ago. The healing time is over it is time for growth and time for moving forward! Let us not loose our faith, for that is the way of weakness. Evil still stalks the land. In hidden pockets and shadowed dales, they gather. We must dig them out stem and root so we can grow free of these weeds, in the glory of the Sun.\n\nJust last night demons attacked the Ivory Citadel! They were repulsed by the power of our brothers in arms. But it shows that still today, three years after the fall of the scourge that there are still demons that walk. Again he raises his hands Praise to the Shining One, Praise to the Sun Father, PRAISE PELOR! He drops his hands and steps off the dais and another cleric steps up and begins the prayers and hymns."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The sermon and ceremonies last for another hour and a half with much singing and praise to Pelor. During the ceremony Brother Will walks with Deacon Jozz out into the main hallway where he speaks to him. They step into an alcove off to the side of the chamber.\n\nAfter they have spoken for a moment Brother Will steps out of the alcove and calls out quietly but clearly so as to not disturb the ongoing Mass. Little Watery Friend! Please show yourself. The deacon would like speak with you now. \n\nOutside the temple V is able to quickly find his fellow bonded fiends. The others wait impatiently in an alcove off to the side of the walled property of temple."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n\nWaetir moves out from his hiding spot near the ceiling and floats in front of Will. \"Hi! I'm Waetir. Well, partially, but I don't give everyone my full name anymore. That's how I got into this mess in the first place. Nice to meet you!\" "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "Brother Will beams at the appearance of Waetir. Deacon Jozz on the otherhand scowls. Brother Will says to the Deacon This is the being I spoke to you about. He needs assistance from us. Can we help him?\n \n\nStill scowling the Deacon says to him That all depends on the will of Pelor. This is a busy time for us, especially with the solstice coming. We shall see.\n\nGo see to the flock. I will take care of this. Jozz dismisses Brother Will and looks to Waetir. His piercing gaze seeming to skewer Waetir Well, Waetir follow me and let us talk. With a sweep of his robes he walks swiftly into a side hallway and through a side door the leads to a set of stairs. Moving up the stairs he says to Waetir You have befriended on of the oldest members of our clergy, and invaded my church. I do not know what to do with you exactly at this point but hear your petition and see what we can do. He leads the way to another hallway and into another door.\n\nThis room is austere except for a large cherry wood desk with a leather chair behind it. The only thing on the walls is a huge gold sun symbol behind the chair. In front of the desk is a wooden chair. The room is light from sunlight which is streaming in from a skylight. Jozz sits in the chair behind the desk and looks to Waetir, waiting for him to begin."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n \"I'm sorry, I didn't think I invaded anything. I just came in and asked for help. Will said you could help me.\" Waetir's mental voice is sad that Jozz doesn't like him.\n\n \"But I was summoned by this mean skeleton guy. I think his name was, um, Savantir? Anyways, he said he was going to make us find a phylatcery thing and free him from the demi-plane he summoned us to. He bound us to the plane! If we die, we will reappear there!\" A mental sniff and cry echoes from Waetir at this point.\n\n \"He bound several of us, and the demi-plane turned on him and pretty much destroyed him. But we're still bound to the plane. I just wanna break that and go home. Please? I'll even give you my name to summon me for healing help. I'm really good at that. I just want to be able to go home!\" Waetir's mental voice wails on the last couple of words, and he slips in his sending, probably catching anyone within thirty to forty feet and allows them to hear that."
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": " Kayrne \n This place is completely wrong! how can it even exist? she wonders, hiding in the complicated architecture of the temple. Those fools all come here praying for salvation, as if the gods troubled themselves with the matters of mortals... They only do if they grow powerful enough to defy them! she thinks, trying to resist the urge to grab some of those devout fools and shout at them that their whole life is a lie.\n\nDespite her rage and hatred for the holy place, she waits, though, for any information waetir can bring."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "At the name of Savantir, Jozz leans forward. He looks at Waetir, expressionless listening intently. After Waetir's outburst he leans back. Calm yourself a moment. Let me make sure I have this information clearly.\n\nYou say that the mythical arch-lich Savantir that terrorized these shores more than a thousand years ago summoned you.\n\nThen he bound you into to a \"demi-plane\" you say.\n\nThis was an effort to retrieve a phylactry for Savantir.\n\nThen the \"demi-plane\" did something that \"pretty-much destroyed him\".\n\nBut now you are stuck here on this plane and cannot return to your home. I assume that's the Elemental Plane of Water.\n\nThere are others like you bound to this \"demi-plane\", where are they? I assume they are like you, water elementals. He pauses between each statement for confirmation of each bit of information.\n\nHe sits back and closes his eyes and steeples his fingers infront of him thoughtfully, as he waits for Waetir to continue."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n \"Umm, I don't know if he's mythical or not, but I guess he was a lich. And that's what name he said he was.\"\n\n\"Yeah. He said he was imprisoned there by his old master. He said his master would probably be dead now though.\" Waetir's voice is sad at this.\n\n \"Yeah. He wanted it collected and brought to him. We got away though!\"\n\n\"Well, I'm not a mage, but there was this really powerful surge of magic after he'd bound all of us. We ran away, but he tried to follow. He couldn't, and now he's buried under lots of melted stone inside the demi-plane!\"\n\n\"Right! That's where I live!\" Waetir gets quiet. \"But even if you got me back there, that wouldn't be right, since I'm still bound into that demi-plane thing.\"\n\n\"Well, they're not elementals, no. They were trying to find information yesterday. I think they're the ones that riled up those other guys. They didn't mean to though. I think. Are they hurt? Can I help them?\" "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Lochar \n Waetir \n \n\"Well, they're not elementals, no. They were trying to find information yesterday. I think they're the ones that riled up those other guys. They didn't mean to though. I think. Are they hurt? Can I help them?\" \n \n\nA single eyebrow is raised at this point. Then it drops down as he unsteeples his hands. And leans forward Now I have a few questions for you. First of all, what are the others bound, as you say, with you? Are they demons? Devils? Angels? Other Elementals?\n\nSecondly it will take me a day at least, if not longer to find an answer to your problem. But my time is valuable, I have a large church to lead, and many parishioners. Why should I, or for that matter the church of Pelor, assist you in this? Show me the benefit to my church that will offset the cost of my time in this matter. "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": "OOC: \n Spoiler \nI knew there was a reason not to take K: Planes.\n \n\n Waetir \n \"I'm not certain, honestly. I know they don't look like other elementals, even if they might be from a different plane. They are kind of, um chaotic though? I'm sorry, I just don't really know.\"\n\n\"As for payment? Umm, I did offer my name so you can summon me. I can heal really well, and take the strain of that off of you all. I know clerics heal a lot, and I can do that. Umm, I can use magic to calm people down and make them very agreeable too, so they don't cause fights and stuff. I don't know what else you need.\" "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The Deacon thinks for a moment. If you can wait three days, until after the solstice ceremonies then I will be able to devote some time to this problem. You have made me curious. If the thing that summoned you reallly is Savantir, it would be glorious for the church to accomplish what Ythal was not able too soo many centuries ago. Come back in a few days then I will at least have some more answers for you. Until then I can devote only a little of my prescious time on this. "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n \"Alright, thank you! Three days? Can I help you until then?\" "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Return here in three days. For now it would be best if you left here. The common man is unused to beings of you origin. They would be fightened to find you here.\n\nGo in peace. Walk in the light. Deacon Jozz stands and opens the door for Waetir."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Waetir \n \"Thank you! I'll try to keep out of trouble.\" Waetir gives an impish giggle, before Dimension Dooring away.\n\nOnce he gets to where the others are, he tells them what he learned. \"And can you guys please not cause any havoc until after they figure out how to break the binding? Pretty please?\" he adds at the end."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nV turns up at this point\n \nI've found a guild of mages. Unfortunately, our friend has basically assumed a status of Urban Myth. They seemed predisposed to laugh at my mention of him. I was tempted to start fighting, but we might need them. We'd probably have to toady to them a bit to get them to take the problem seriously though.\n\nHowever, since the Pelorites seem to want to wait before starting work, and the head mage seemed to be available at midday, we'll probably want to investigate them as well.\n\nOh, and I saw another mage. He seemed to be a minor practitioner; but then, so did the guild. But they had access to very large Golems as a first line of defense. He might be worth investigating. "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Silf \n\nStill bored at how slow the events of the day are unfolding brightens up a bit at the news of finding a mage. They can usually be counted on for a little bit of fun. She thinks to herself.\n \"Where is this mage you found? The one who is not associated with the guild i mean?\" She asks V standing and stretching as she does so, a little stiff from lounging about."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nAsleep; due to heavy use of alcohol. And probably won't recover until after noon. And he's in a magic shop of some kind, that he presumably runs. But the shop seems to have some sort of defense, I heard another voice whilst I was there.\n\nBut, to be fair, he might be involved in the guild. He wasn't conscious enough to speak, and his friend wasn't an arcanist. "
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": " Kayrne \n\nGlad that they don't have any more urgent business with the church of Pelor, Kayrne is relieved to leave the place. Quite more interested in the arcanists, she focuses in V's words. Any of them may be of use. she replies. We don't know the extent of the power of the shopkeeper-mage, but we could address both him and the guild ones. she adds.\n\n Considering that the guild will be available sooner, I guess we could head there, and visit this other mage later she suggests, eager to find a way to break their bounding."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nV shrugs\n\n Alright; but they wouldn't let me in untill mid day. We can blast our way, in theory, but they'll hardly help us after that. So, we have time to kill. Not literally, Pain. Any ideas? "
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": "The demoness lashes out at the thin air, bemused by V's words. Perhaps we could find out a map of this world, or someone knowledgeable about the legends and lore she transmits. At any rate, it seems that legends is all this Savantir left these people "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Silf \n\nWatching the display chimes in. \"Didn't that priest say something about pockets of shadow or something like that? That would be something i would like to check out if we have time to kill. I mean i think the majority are more likely to be helped by those without morals than those priests.\" She looks at the others in turn waiting for them to coment."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n \nI've been trying to find a criminal of some description, but there isn't a dishonest man in the place. Even in the most run down areas, everything is orderly. And no street crime.\n\nYou know, it's odd. Bar the church of Pelor, and the Paladins, I'd say the town guard for sure were on the edge of being Baator fodder. I mean, look at this place. Nothing less than perfect. But with a paladin order, and a group of clerics of the sun....\n\nstill, we could have picked better spots to arrive at, no? "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Silf \n \"There has to be wilderness somewhere around here and wilderness usually breeds disorder and more often than not leads to some sort of survival instinct arising and evil if it is presented properly can gain sway. If we can find and work our way into the fringes of this 'perect' order working at the edges we can unravel it slowly. Everyone follows order when it doesn't seem opresive or when everything is going perfectly as planned. However if we are able to cause some disorder or even disrupt the normalacy that they have become accustomed to then we can possibly gain a foot hold and find a means to unbind ourselves and return home.\" Silf says as she considers her options and looks around to make certain noone is listening to their conversation.\n\n \n Spoiler \n spot - (1d20+2)[ 22 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "The growing morning traffic on the street begins to bring out street vendors and shops opening for the day. The ceremonies inside the great church end and a rush of common people leave the property. Many of the clerics are out on the grounds now.\n\nYou all can hear their chanting. Those of you who are magically inclined can hear the undertone of a long spell in their chant. Ten of them walk in line swinging censers that smoke with a resinous incense. They begin to walk a wide circle around the inside edge of the wall. The sun seems to shiner a little brighter in this part of the city.\n\n@Silf\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe Guard Captain has just said your name 3 times.\n "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Silf \n \n Spoiler \n Detect thoughts DC: 28 please.\nOh and sense motive... I'll grab the roll from the OOC thread.\nSenseMotive - (1d20+14)[15]\n \n\n\nSilf looks around at the others wrinkling her nose in disgust as the censers pass by them emitting a foul stench that clings to her nose and makes her rub at it furiously. \"Could they not use something that smells a little more pleasant? There are creatures from the lower planes that emit less offensive odors.\" She says clearly displeased with the priests.\n\n \"Well what do you guys think about trying to find some of those pockets of shadow, or taint, or whatever? They clearly sound more appealing than staying here and waiting... although... One moment...\" Feeling the slight tingle that means someone has called her name Silf is amused. She had all but forgotten her little 'plaything' in her boredom of the morning events. She tries to discern his thoughts as he calls out to her and almost forgets to sense his motives, (and alignment). Admonishing hersel for her carelessness she takes a few moments to study his demeanor, his aura, and finally his thoughts if nothing seems amiss. She gently probes his mind as lovers might caress and sinks slowly into his thoughts to attempt to discover his location and his state of mind.\n\nA few moments after excusing herself Silf disappears from all of you. You saw her casting a spell and can assume it was invisibility, she then teleports off to the southern part of the city leaving you all standing there in the midst of a conversation."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "Silf teleports to the location the Guard Captain is at. He is standing in a small plaza. The square is lined with shops and a few morning customers wander the stalls and walkways. A few carts trundle by carrying stuff through the city. A pair of guards loiter nearby watching the Guard Captain.\n\nThe Guard Captain is disheveled and tired. He has obviously been awake for many more hours than he is used too. He is carrying a burlap sack with some things in it and a roll of paper sticking out of it."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Silf \n\nMoving beside the captain trying to be as quiet as possible, Silf whispers in his ear. \"I am here. You must find a place to rest. If you know of an inn nearby, make your way there and say my name 3 more times. I will follow at a distance and make sure you have not been followed.\" With that silf will take flight and following her captain will keep casting invisability while she follows him from the air."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "With that the Guard Captain looks around and says Wait! I must return home to my family! IF you want this stuff come and get it. He proceeds to call a warhorse out of thin air. HE mounts his horse and rides off down the street after dropping the sack in the middle of the plaza."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Silf \n\nCaught off guard as she hovers in the air she regains her bearings and flies down to where the bag was left. Picking up the bag and hopiing it turns invisible as she does so she flies back into the air.\n \n\"Oh well i guess i'll have to find another plaything that is a little more obedient.\" She muses to herself and teleports back to the others."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "Inside the bag is a large ma P about 2ft by 3 ft when rolled out. It is old and worn but very servicable. -MAP - \n\nAlso in the bag is a small pounch with 5g, 21s, 8c. And about 3 days worth of dry tack, a torch and a blanket.\n\nIt is now mid morning, about 10am."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Silf \n\nStudying the mage carfully tries to determine whether it is an arcane or divine caster... 🤢 😁 lol\n\noh she also studies the map.\n \"Sorry about just popping out like that. I had to go and see to some matters of importance. However they didn't exactly go quite as well as i had hoped. I may benefit from spells that hinder scrying attempts from now on. At least it was worthwhile, we got a map out of the mess.\" Silf says showing the others the map as she looks at it herself."
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": " Kayrne \n\nGlad that she can do something useful (She's felt frustrated for a while now) Kayrne closes in to Silf and touches her with a chain. You hide me from sight, I hide you from magic she whispers telepathically while using her divination-foiling magic. The demoness then focuses on studying the map. Well, certainly the map is very useful she thinks \"aloud\". We have three days before the droplet's friend will help us. Let's check the mage's guild or else we could try to visit one of these neighboring cities. she suggests"
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nWell... If we set off now, we'd probably arrive at the guild for noon. Let's go. \n\nV walks off in the direction of the guild."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "Walking through the city you find that it is largely sectionalized. There are several street that are entirely made up of one kind of shop. A street full of cobblers, another of livestock brokers, etc. People bustle about the city on whatever business they have.\n\nFor those who have not seen it yet -The mages guild is a smallish tower, compared to what you are used to at least. It is made of simple granite and rises to about 30 feet above a squat three story building. It is relatively nondescript. A chest high stone wall is topped with another 10 feet of wrought iron fencing that encircles the place. A wrought iron gate stands open. Wrought into the bars of the gate are a pair of crossed wands and a classical \"all-seeing\" eye\".\n\nThe guild sits on a broad well kept avenue. Two individual lanes separated by a small swath of green. At one end of the half kilometer avenue is a bridge across the small river that bisects Pigiron, on the other end is what looks to be a governent building, which the guild is almost right next to. All of the buildings are nice and well kept. Fleet Street, as it is named, is lit by everburning torches with glass housings every 50 on alternating sides of the avenue. There is light traffic on the street, a couple of fine coaches and some pedestrians about on their morning business.\n\nAs you approach the mages guild you see the outer doors stand open. Inside the doors is an alcove in which you can see a pair of large stone statues flanking another set of double doors (closed). A brass speaking tube juts out from both the inner and outer walls."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n\nV takes care to be in his young form; not the older one that he'd shown to the mages. Just in case He ensured that his voice was different also.\n\n It'd be best if... someone else did the talking. As far as you guys are concerned, you are the first ones here, and are comming to enquire about conjuration. Probably best if we don't mention the Lich until we are talking to the master in person. The buttler would probably link it to me otherwise. "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Silf\n\nShrugging with disinterest Silf studies the map more closely. Jingling the coins she aquired listening to the noise they made. \"Either way. So who is going to do the talking if you dont want to? The rain dropplet?\" She says smiling at Waetir. \"Do you think it would be best for all of us to go see this wizard or would we be best separating for the time being? I'm not sure if the wizards would appreciate me continually using my abilities to keep Pain concealed or her blocking scrying spells on myself with her abilities in their presence. While i don't think it would be entirely necessary to do so i don't like the idea of being detected by those we have offended with our presence here. I suggest that Pain and myself make haste to a different city or noticeable landmark to explore and wait for you to join us after you have discused our options with the mages. I know it isn't ideal but considering our options it might be best to find someplace safer for our kind and where pain will not be as noticeable. On the other hand we could always try to find some sort of magical device to alter her appearance or even devise some sort of costume to disguise her appearance.\" Silf concludes still looking at the map trying to discern another location that might be more hospitable to her and her allies."
},
{
"author": "Moral Wiz",
"message": " V \n That makes sence. Looks like it's you and me Waetir. \nV walks up to the exterior of the building, but does not go in; waiting for Waetir to take the lead."
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": " Kayrne \n That sounds like a most intelligent suggestion, Silf says Pain, very pleased with the succubu's suggestion. Brangan camp or Grint's despair have the two most promising names, although Gowevyr seems large-ish enough to have more interesting resources She seems to ponder the different options. If it was up to me I'd go to Bangran camp, then meet with the others when they have a response in the edge or the forest or the town itself. I don't know how much time we'd need, though. She looks to the others. Let's say the three days the clerics told us they needed. Does that sound ok? she inquires while wondering the effect of the bounding when they are separate."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Silf \n\nThinking about Pain's comments Silf agrees with a nod of her head. \"I think it would be best and easiest if the others are able to catch up with us once their business with the mages is concluded. I believe you have the ability to teleport, right V?\" Silf says as she turns to reguard him. \"Now all we have to do is pick where to go and perhaps get you a cloak to help make introductions a bit less awkward eh, Pain?\" Silf says smilingto her invisible companion as she starts to move away from the others. The thought of shopping for a disguise has captured her attention and she begins moving towards where she suspects the shops and vendors of the town might be located. \"See you both in a day or so.\" She calls back over her shoulder to the others as she makes her way down the lane.\" "
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": "Pain follows Silf like a silent shadow, excited with the prespective of the trip. Shall we grab something quickly and leave, or do you have something planned in mind? she inquires, looking at their surroundings, just in case someone can see through the invisibility spell. if it was up to me I'd just leave now and head to Bangran camp, then follow up to Gowevyr, and see if we find out something useful she says, looking at the streets below for someone wearing a cloak."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Silf \n \"Where shall we go to find you a nice cloak to wear during our travels Pain?\" Talking over her shoulder Silf looks for a shop in which they can find some clothing that is also open at this hour."
},
{
"author": "elkhantar",
"message": " Kayrne \n Any large traveller will do she says, not really interested in loosing more time than is strictly necessary. You can charm him, I can kill him, or we can look for a shop. The demoness looks around for any shop open around. Somewhere deep inside, the human soul that sparked her wanted to look for a pretty cloak, but she repressed the thought, almost chuckling. Ah, the vanity she \"whispered\" telepathically."
}
] |
[
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "The tavern is your traditional tavern. Thier is a shadowy figure in the corner. A well supplied figure serving drinks and a high level barkeep rubbing a dirty cloth on a mug. A group of youths laughing in the corner on the 50th round. It seems they didn't read the sign that said. \"I'm a high level fighter, I don't do tabs.\nIt was a normal day, a posh man ran into bar screaming. \"Help, we need PCs.\""
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "A young man bearing a Falchion across the back of his Studded Leather (and not much else, it seems) stands quickly up, strikes a heroic pose, his dark hair blowing in a stiff breeze brought on by the sudden opening of the tavern door. He shouts, in his manliest voice, \"FEAR NOT! I, SIR FRANCIS, WILL HELP YOU!\" WHAM! He inexplicably falls, hard , face-first onto the wooden floor. \" Buh \" he whispers feebly, the air knocked out of him."
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "\"Sir, do you need help getting up.\" Asks the concerned man."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " \" Buh ,\" replies Sir Francis, his voice muffled by the floor."
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "\"No! Don't ruin the shiny thing you fool!\" A halfling came running in from the streets. He knelt down next to the fighter and began petting the flat of the blade. \"It'll be alright, just hang in there, it's only a scratch,\" he whispered to the blade along the fighters back. Alton continued to pet the sword while muttering harsh things about stupid fighter always hurting the shinies of the world."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": "An islander glares at the cause of the commotion, rises, and quickly administers first aid.\n\n What in the name of the Crab was that for, you berk? Kalil asks.\n\nTurning to the man looking for Pc's he asks And what's your trouble? You look like you could use a few pints of Melf's Relaxing Roofies. "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " \"I can't shell-pit ! This Medal has me berk -ing mad!\" is the bizarre reply from the confused-, and dejected-, looking \"Sir Francis,\" as he stands up, dusts himself off a bit, and gently pushes the silly halfling away from his prized blade, rolling his eyes all the while.\n\n ***\n\n (())=OoC (( Anyone who is bad with keeping up appearances (or is just simply absent-minded), feel free to forget that Frank Finkle goes by Sir Francis the Bold in order to make himself seem more respectable, and instead just call him Frank. He'd hate that. Also, since we don't seem to have an OoC Thread, am I to assume we make OoC comments here? If so, I suggest we put them in double-parentheses for ease of reading.😉 😁))"
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": " \"I just saw a halfling talking about shinies.\nThen another guys stood up feeling just..... fine...ies?\" \n\n\"No, that won't work,\" said a dissapointed half-orc sitting at a table sipping some water. He banged his head against the table, jarring his guitar and placing a shallow dent at the impact site. He quickly covers the dent with is guitar and begins to wistle."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Looks like someone failed his Craft: Poetry check. "
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan Thunderstone, Gnome Cleric of Heironeous \n \"PCs you say?\" The gnome leaps up, apparently ready (and eager) for any bashy action. \"What do you need slain... um... in the name of the common good, of course... my dear man?\" "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Gnome cleric of Heironious? That's a rather odd race/class combination. Is there something I'm missing? \n\nKalil pulls out his copy of the PHB and starts leafing though it."
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "Geena stands up and brushes the red hair out of her eyes.\n\n \"He just said he needed help not that we had to kill anything...right...we don't have to kill anything.\" \n\nShe looks around.\n\n \"All right where is my quarterstaff "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " \"I can't decide whether a Gnome Cleric of Heironeous is RAW-ful or RAW-some, but it's RAW!... I hate my life .\" WHAM! The fighter drops again. I really wish I hadn't made Charisma my dump-stat, or maybe I could've been competent at my (Perform: Pun) checks, he thinks to himself."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " You're lucky I disapprove of inter party conflict, or else I would hurt you. "
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "\"Teach me your lyrical ways Mr. Fighter Who Has Weak Legs!\" Murphy yells, then sits back down, noticing people are watching."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " \"Why, my legs are as strong as an ox...ye moron!\" "
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "\"You do seem to fall a lot. Maybe you just have low Dexterity.\""
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "A kobold will run in, scream, quite down, and run over to kalil, & hands him his character sheet with the flaw 'i mpossible to understand speech' underlined."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Well, you can still write, can't you?\n\nSay,d oes Comprehend Languages work, or are you pulling a Hailey? "
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "Alton glances at the fighter, \"If you keep falling I'm gonna be forced to fail my roll and steal that thing from you!\" He then looks at the other Pc's and the kobold. \"Umm... wasn't there something we were supposed to be doing around here?\""
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Oh, right, the Plot Hook! Kalil smacks his forehead and turns to the man. What's wrong? "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " \"Y'know Mr. Half-Orc, I'm sure I could teach you the pun-dementals,\" says \"Sir Francis\" with a facial expression that is half-horrific-agony, half-hope."
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "\"That's great! With your help, I'll write the greatest song ever! My name's Murphy Flatnote, Mr. Frank.\" Murphy looks around the tavern a few times. \"Wasn't there some guy here asking for something? I got this gut feeling he needed something.\""
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will scribble onto a paper-'I'm a PC, but don't make me do a cha check you smelly human or you might find you have no secrets left!' and hand it to the plot hook."
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": "A young man stands up from the conner. \"Oh god is this going to be my party, god dang it!!! You know I just wanted a Cleric, Rogue, Fighter and a Wizard. What do I get a Crazy Kobold, a guy speaking in puns, and a half orc bard. Just go to a bar they said, first group of PC that gets asked to do a random quest thats your team. Should have gone to the bar on the rich side of town.\" \n \n \"It could be worse there could be some one playing Samurai Ninja Pirate\" \n \nOut of charter Mike is in the blue and the champion is in yellow. Which ever one is mentally thinking it to the other one is in Italics."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Woah there! Who said we're going to be a party! I'm not read y for that kind of a commitment! "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will attempt to scream-\nFor Dm only-\n \n Spoiler \n \"Everybody shut up, just because this flaw makes talking hard, doesn't mean I won't express my distaste in you inferiors, and express my hatered of your stupid, filthy, waste of space divinely flawed hides!\"\nHe will then mutter-\"stupid low cha/wis combo-\"\n "
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \"I'm sorry to say that is just how it works, even if you ran screaming from this bar and ran to the next town some how you would end up with us, its not like I'm happy about it, its just how things work\" "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " ... Did you just start talking in a different color? "
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "Getting frustrated, Alton jumped on to the nearest table. Finally of equal hight to the humans he yells, \"Alright does anyone know what the thing over there is saying,\" pausing for a moment he then add, \"Or if he has any valuables?\" He stops one last time and finally says, \"One last thing... does anyone know what we are supposed to be doing?\""
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "\"The great horse statue pass, has been broken. A horse staue has been broken, without it we will be doomed.\" Says the man."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Sir, you must be new at this. When you introduce a plot hook to a PC, you have to give a backstory as well. But as this is clearly our mission for now, I say you tell us on our way to the horse. Kalil motions for the others to follow as he walks out of the door with the man."
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan Thunderstone \n\nThe gnome's face falls into a frown as he hears the man. \"I've been drawn into this campaign because a freaking rock has been broken?\" He sighs. \"Oh well, maybe there will be a chance for righteous indignation down the road.\" \n\nHe follows Kalil outside."
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "\"What did you expect your only first level.\" Shouts the man back. \"Plus if the horse continues to be break we will be doomed.\""
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \"What I have to stick with the first color I picked, I did not see any rules on that in the PHB\" Starts heading to the other PC's."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Fine, change colors all you want, but I called blue first. "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold follows the NPC, giving him the middle finger, constantly."
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "The halfling follows the kobold, wondering how he's going to speak to the little devil. \"I have two questions; One How are we gonna understand Mr. draco-thingy here, and two Is the statue shiny?\" He greedily looks around."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Well, the kobold will probably have to write it out, so that shouldn't be a problem, assuming we're all literate.\n\nOh, and I'm sure the stone statue is shiny. Like stone. "
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "Murphy follows the group. \"You know, maybe the problem isn't the fact that the Kolbold can't talk. Maybe, we just aren't listening. How do you feel Mr. Kolbold?\""
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will smirk and start laughing as a voice coming from everywere screams-\"I FEEL LIKE I HAVE TO WORK WITH INFERIORS TO SAVES SOME STATUES FROM WHAT WILL PROBABLY BE GOBLINS.....ALSO LIKE EXPLOITING GHOST SOUND MAKES THIS FLAW ALOT EAISIER TO DEAL WITH.\"(That would be a ghost sound)"
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "Atlon laughs out loud, \"Well, that explains my question.\" He lowered his voice, \"Now all I need is something to steal.\""
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "\"Well, if the statue's broken, I don't think they'd mind if you took some of it with you.\""
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " My party is a vicious and dysfunctional caraicature of a normal adventuring party. Why am I being thrust into this mockery of a group? Kalil thought bubble says."
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \"Well fine I'll just go with silver then, much cooler\" Mike rolls his eyes \"God I hope what ever we are going to be fighting has some gold on them I still need to buy more basic gear, bloody only having 100 GP\" \n \n\"Hey I'm the one who only has a shortbow and a sling here, if the other Avatars saw that I'm using a sling I'd never here the end of it!\" "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " I'm sure we'll get to looting as soon as the DM advances the plot. Now, everyone gather around the statue and wait for the NPC to speak.\n\nBy the way, silver's kind of hard to read. Maybe you want to try dark silver? "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "The man leads your group to a horse statue, \"you'll stop at the broken horse.\""
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \"So what are these Horse statue things I never paid attention in history class\" \n\nNote: Mike is only 16 years old and as such acts like any angsty teenager with superpowers."
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "\"Have you never left this town, this is a way of getting to the capital in six seconds.\" Shouts the man."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Right, and you want us to find out who broke it. Well, does anyone have the ability to Track?\n\nOr are there any leads about in town or what? "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "\"Oh don't worry, its an easy track, you don't need the feat.\" Says the man."
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan Thunderstone \n \n \"Ooh. Plot exposition.\" \n\n\"So... the magic horsey is broken. Why not just have someone on hand with the teleport spell? Much simpler and involving fewer bird droppings.\" "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "\"we do not have that many high level wizards.\" Says the man. \"At lest not that many who'll leave an MMM.\""
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": "Spot or Survival, to find tracks: (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \n Come on baby, daddy needs a new car , Kalil mutters, as he attempts to track the culprit down."
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "\"Eh, you'll probably have to leave first.\" Says the man."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": ".... do I find anything to follow?"
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "No\n\nOOC: I'll be gone for the next three days"
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Very well! I think we should spread the rumor that we know who's behind this crime, and will try to track him down. This will cause the man to send low level, CR appropriate assassins after us, who we can beat and interrogate for more information. "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " \"Ooh! And then kill for lots of juicy, juicy XP!\" WHAM! ((Note: This is more of an invisible force picking him up by the scruff of the neck and the seat of his pants and slamming him into the ground face-first, as opposed to just a trip and fall. It's obvious to anyone who cares to know.)) Damn you, Pazuzu's Puntastic Pendant of Power...and Alliteration, damn you.🫤 "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The same loud voice screeches out to everyone-\"LESSER BEINGS.....SHUT UP I HAVE A KOBOLDIAN, AND THEREFORE INTELLIGENT PLAN, WE WILL STEAL THE VALUABLE REMAINS OF THE STATUE, SELL THEM, AND USE PORTIANS OF IT TO GIVE OUR HIGHEST CHA SCORE A COMPETENCE BONUS VIA BRIBERY....YOU KNOW I COULD GO ON FOREVER SINCE TALKING IS A FREE ACTION AND I CAN GET OUT AS LONG A SPEECH AS POSSIBLE BECAUSE THEY NEVER SPECIFIED TALKING HAD TO HAVE A LENGTH IN THIS SPELL, BUT I ONLY HAVE ONE OF THESE LEFT, UNLESS I CAN CONVERT 1ST LEVEL SPELLS INTO 0LV SPELLS!\""
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "\"This looks like a job for.....\"\n\n BARDIC RECON! \n (d20+1)[ 16 ] \n\n\n(sorry for the double post)"
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": "Kalil casts Create Water on the kobold.\n\n My bad. "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "Frank loosens the straps on his armor a bit, and a book, leatherbound with golden settings holding multiple red and yellow semiprecious gemstones, and a golden sword holding open a golden book in the middle of the cover, falls out onto the dusty ground. He opens the book to pg. 178, hands it to the kobold, and points to a paragraph entitled, \"Spell Slots.\" He then slaps the little lizard upside the head, presumably for knowing less about spellcasting than he, the fighter does, and thus ruining the sense of realism and verisimilitude. (Wow. Amazing how much subtext one can get across without speaking, isn't it?😉 )\n\nEdit: He then shakes the excess water off of his now-wet hand."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will slap kalil, angrily, although making sure not to seriously hurt him.\nNonlethal hit roll-\n (1d20+2)[ 8 ] \nDamage-\n (1d4+2)[ 5 ] "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " The fighter dodges the feeble kobold's blow easily, exclaiming \"Why, for what CLAWS do you attack me?? Please not take such LIZARDIES again! \" \n\nEdit: Whoops, you said Kalil . Damn, and I wasted a bunch of two good puns on that."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": "Kalil laughs as the kobold's claws scrape against his chain shirt."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " \"A-hem! I was attempting to point out your little SPELL-ING error!\" says Frank, tapping the kobold on the shoulder. Also, since no one has thought to yet, he produces some string from nowhere, and ties it onto the part of Kalil's thought bubble that had been pointing towards Kalil, and hands the halfling a new, shiny balloon, with some scathing internal monologue on it. \"You know, Kalil, you're so easy to read sometimes!\" "
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "\"Can't we all just get along?\""
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "((So what, then, I speak in puns, and you speak in cliches?))😉"
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "(More like a pacifist really. He's not particularly wise. 8 Wisdom.)"
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by FlWiPig \n \"A-hem! I was attempting to point out your little SPELL-ING error!\" says Frank, tapping the kobold on the shoulder. Also, since no one has thought to yet, he produces some string from nowhere, and ties it onto the part of Kalil's thought bubble that had been pointing towards Kalil, and hands the halfling a new, shiny balloon, with some scathing internal monologue on it. \"You know, Kalil, you're so easy to read sometimes!\" \n \n\n \nIs that a fact? "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "((...and??????))"
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will stare in anger, before getting a smirk on his face and starts chanting until a blue aura starts glowing around his hands.\nSpell-True Strike-"
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " You're using up spells that could better be spent on the main encounter , Kalil points out."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will hold up a piece of paper with 'I know, but its likely that we will not go out til' tomorrow, and this is vengence, so is it my round yet?'\nscribbled on it."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Actually, we've been spending free actions, so it's still my turn to act. \n\n\n\nKalil steps back five feet and casts Entangle upon the kobold. Reflex save DC 15"
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "((Geena is bowing out this game is just a bit too busy for me))"
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \"Two Gold on the Kobold going splat any takers\" \n \n\"I'm in on that action\" \n \n\"You can't be in on that action we share resorces if you won then nothing would change\" \n \n\"You know I get to come out for 6 mins a day normally when something to big for you to handle comes up, you could let me have a little fun\" \n \"Just for the record The QUAD-CHAMPION's money is on the guy with the staff\" "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will attempt to jump to the side and avoid the spell.\n\nreflex-\n (1d20+5)[ 13 ] \n\nscreaming words that can easily gathered are swears as he is caught."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "He will then scrunch up his eye in concentration, and attempts to wiggle out of the vines.\n (1d20+7)[ 14 ] "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Now, what have we learned today? "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold willattempt ot wiggle and does a weak attempt at opening his mouth, without any sound coming out."
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "\"No no, like this\"\n\n \"LAAAAAAAAAAA!\" "
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "Alton stares on, with mild amusement, at the scene of the two casters go at it. When the vines grapple the bipedal lizard he laughs out loud. \"That is why I like the rogue reflex saves so much. They come in handy when dealing with casters.\""
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": "Walks over to Alton \"So what do you say while they are fighting this out we solve this first level encounter by ourselves and split the loot.\" "
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "\"You know, I'm a thinking that's the best thing to do.\" Alton whispers under his breath, almost as an afterthought, \"Besides, all the shiny will belong to me!\""
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "(OOC: I'm visiting my dad over the weekend, and he lacks internet, so I won't be able to post probably from Friday to Sunday. Then I have an out of town doctor's appointment, so any Monday posts might be later or not happen. If this comes into conflict, Murphy is still doing BARDIC RECON during this time."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " \"Touch my 'shiny' again and you won't live to be second level,\" states Frank matter-of-factly. A moment goes by, and nothing happens. Confusedly, Franks looks around and asks, \"But-\" WHAM! and slams into the ground with a satisfyingly loud THUD."
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "\"Hay Mr. Frank, what would happen if you attached a big spring to your chest? That ways, you go BOING instead of THUD ."
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "Alton looks at the fighter as he lays on the ground. \"You know, the only reason why nI have yet to steal that weapon of yours is because I haven't rolled my will save yet,\" He said matter of factly."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will just stare at his group and think, ' I wonder if I can sell them into slavery at the nearest koboldian/draconic village .'"
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \"Hey Quad how much XP do yo think I can get for killing the Kobold. I mean there like free game right, evil race and all?\" \n \n\"Well I think technically you should be fine and he does seem to have a class level in something. Put he is in your party right now so you may want to wait till he does something evilish and then you can smash him.\" \n \"I like your thinking\" "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "\"If you want, I can get an inn for you, until tommorrow.\" Says the man."
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan Thunderstone \n \"No need, my good man,\" the gnome says somewhat condescendingly. \"We'll find out who hurt your horsey.\"\n \nTo the rest of the party (not actively engaged in a magical *boop*-waving contest) he says, \"perhaps we can actually go outside the town to see if the trail's there, yes?\" "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will again attempt to wiggle free of his entanglement.\n(Its my turn again, right, cause it is taking all to long for the other guy to show up.)\nescape artist- (1d20+7)[ 16 ] \nHe will then attempt to scream about his failure to the high heavens."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Duke of URL \n Galan Thunderstone \n \"No need, my good man,\" the gnome says somewhat condescendingly. \"We'll find out who hurt your horsey.\"\n \nTo the rest of the party (not actively engaged in a magical *boop*-waving contest) he says, \"perhaps we can actually go outside the town to see if the trail's there, yes?\" \n \n\n I rolled to track the trail, but the DM said there was nothing to track... "
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": "(( The DM also suggested leaving the town to find the trail:\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Emperor Demonking \n \"Eh, you'll probably have to leave first.\" Says the man. \n \n\n ))"
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Then let's go. \n\nKalil walks off with the gnome, dismissing the Entangle spell after he's 40 feet away from the kobold."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will pick himself up, muttering to himself, & run to catch up with the party, and starts reciting (in own langauge)-'Your a kobold, you're better than them'"
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "Murphy tags along and begins to sing.....\n\n There was once magical little horsy that got broked.\nCries of \"Help!\" and \"What now?\", the villagers just had choked.\nBut never fear,\nMurphy's here!\nAnd he's come to save the daaaaaaaaaaaay.\nHa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hip hurray! \n\n(OOC: I think my plans may have changed. I'll keep posting if possible.)"
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will cover his ears and start screaming upon hearing the 'song'."
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "\"That's the spirit! Everyone join in!\""
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Include me out. "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "From everywere a voice will scream,\n\"The mighty kobold came to save\nThe stupid humans whom should be slaves\nBut his swift urge to help\nWas stopped by the evil clerics kelp\nBut he escaped, how mighty he is\nAlso he has a stupid sister named Lis!\""
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " The DM better exeed WBL if he expects me to put up with this kind of stuff, Kalil mutters."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "((Ok, that was BUCKETS of awesome, Solo! I am totally sigging that!))"
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "After your walk you come upon the broken horse statue."
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "\"Yes, this horse is definately broken.\""
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " What would be the point in breaking something like that? It disrupts communication so...\n\nWell, if someone was to cause trouble, I guess the news would spread slower.... Hmm.... "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will attempt to see what the horse is made of, (and its value.)\nAppraise check (1d20+4)[ 5 ] "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "It seems like its worth 2 gp."
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan Thunderestone \n \"In the interests of moving the plot forward -- finally -- let's look for these tracks, eh?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot - (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \n Survival - (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will try to find any remaining pieces that he could move.\nSearch- (1d20-4)[ 16 ] \nOOC-I roll a 1 on something I have a +5 to, but roll a 20 on something I have a -4 to? Stupid roller."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "*Peeks over kobold's shoulder at character sheet* How does it come up with all those 50gp words with the intelligence of a two-year old...hunk of cheese? reads Frank's thought bubble, which he then quickly deflates for fear of the pendant's retribution."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Pity I'm down a good spell, but I have faith in Crabthulhu to see me through. Lead on, Mr. Thunderstone. "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "The tracks lead into a dark forrest."
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "\"Well, before we head off to follow those tracks, I have a little bussines here,\" Alton says, not really talking to anyone in particular. He attempts to steal a few pieces of the statue without anyone noticing.\n\nSleight of Hand- (1d20+9)[ 10 ] "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Emperor Demonking \n The tracks lead into a dark forrest. \n \n\n \n.... typical. Well come on, people. Adventure awaits.\n\n\nI say we determine marching order. I shall go second, and secede the first place to someone with a much higher AC.\n \n\nspot: (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \n\n(I don't see anyone stealing anything, apparently.)"
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "\"I need to be in the middle, so I can share my beautiful music WITH EVERYONE!\"\n\n(Did my bardic knowledge roll in the third section of posts reveil anything? I rolled a 16.)"
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "You know the council of mages in a nearby kingdom dislike the fast flow of magic."
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "Alton looks up, as much as it displeased him he had. He knew it had to be this way. \"I guess... I have to take third. You'll need by sneakyness and trapfinding.\""
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \"Let me go up front I'm still in Meat shield mode\" "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will hold up 2 fingers, before doing alot of jackie chan style moves."
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \"I think the Kobold is demonstrating his low base attack bonus to us, and lack of any real world combat skills.\" "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " \"Folly the Bleeder,\" says Sir Francis as he takes the lead, trusting in his allies' (likely pathetic) tracking skills to let him know where to go."
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "\"I don't get it.\""
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will stick up the middle finger and walk to the back of the line."
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan Thunderstone \n \n\"Let me get up close to the front. If there's any bashy action to be had, I don;t want to miss it!\" "
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "\"onward To Destiny!\""
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "Alton takes up the cheer as well, \"Onward to destiny... and gold!!!\""
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "You go through the forest.\n\nRoll listen checks."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": "Listen: (1d20)[ 20 ] \n I sense a disturbance in the forest. "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "Solo: You can hear a man sneaking up on you."
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan \n\nGalan stops. \"Did you hear something? Or is the DM just messing with us?\" \n Listen - (1d20+2)[ 5 ] "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": "Kalil signals the rest of the party to slow down.\n\n We are being followed, he whispers to Galan. What shall we do? "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "Galan didn't hear anything."
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": "I'm sorry... what did you say?"
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "He heard what Kalil said."
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": "(( The previous was OOC, sorry... was trying to be funny ))"
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "*Listens* (1d20+1)[ 14 ] \n Disturbance in the for- you sonafabitch, that's MY schtick! thinks Sir Francis."
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "Alton's keen hafling ears prick up, listening to his suroundings.\n (1d20+6)[ 20 ] "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "listen- (1d20-4)[ 8 ] \nThe kobold will stare at the humaniods and start laughing at their foolishness."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Halt, who goes there? Kalil cries out, running over the spells he had prepared for the day.\n\n Uh oh... prepared too many healing spells... frack, frack! "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "Francis and Alton also hear. Roll initiative but only Kalil, Francis and Alton can act."
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "Alton pulls a dagger from beneath his cloak and prepares for battle.\nInitiative (1d20+9)[ 15 ] "
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan \n \n\"Oh, is it bashy time?\" The gnome looks eager, if slightly unprepared.\n\n Initiative - (1d20+0)[ 14 ] "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \n Meatshield! "
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": "Rolls initiative: [Roll]1d20+3[/Roll]\n\nOK stickman can not make the dice roller work, despite the fact he has done it before."
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "Listen: (d20-1)[ 7 ] \n\n\"Why's everyone looking so tense?\""
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will continue laughing, barely keeping his ears open-\nlisten (1d20-4)[ 12 ] \nIniative- (1d20+5)[ 7 ] "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "*Inish* (1d20+2)[ 16 ] \nSir Francis draws his blade, brandishing it menacingly with both hands while searching for the source of the sound."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "*Spot* (1d20+1)[ 16 ] \n*Intimidate?* (1d20-1)[ 15 ] "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "An arrow is launched by a man in green. The shot fires straight, a real beautiful shot, piercing in a tree. The man looks scared after seeing francis.\n\nEveryone can act"
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "\"Hey Mr. Greenguy, you should be carefull while you are hunting. We could have got hit!\""
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " ZOMG! WTF were you thinking? That was like the rudest thing ever! You almost skewered me with an arrow! "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold looking at the man in outrage, will cast 'Magic Missle' at the darkn- I mean the guy in green."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "Sorry 'bout the doublepost.\nDamage-[roll0]\nwait, whats wrong with this thing?"
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": "Don't preview it. Just roll.\n\n (1d4+1)[ 5 ] "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "Francis appears different than usual; there is an intense fire in his eyes as he advances slowly toward the man in green, his blade gleaming as the sunlight glances off its edge. \"Drop. Your. Bow.\" he orders, and suddenly, WHAM! he is slammed facefirst onto the ground at the man's feet."
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "The man dropped his bow partly out of confusion, partly because of the intimidation."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Ok, it's time to start explaining what you are doing before I open up a can of divine whup-a ss on your person. You have thirty seconds, starting now. "
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan \n\nThe excitable gnome's face falls as he senses the prospect of some righteous bashing slipping away."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Duke of URL \n Galan \n\nThe excitable gnome's face falls as he senses the prospect of some righteous bashing slipping away. \n \n\n Or my good friend here will enact much divine and rightious bashing unto your kneecaps. "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will scribble onto a piece of paper-\n'And I'll eat your puny human brain.'"
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": "Sorry I've not been around I've had a lot come up.\n\n (1d20+3)[ 13 ] for initiative\n\nsame thing I did last time can't figure out why it did not work then."
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "\"I was.\" Said the man. \"I was.\"\n Seeing his bow. \"Hunting not trying to kill humans or other creatures. Just hunting.\"\n \"want to go to my camp.\"\n\n(I won't ask you to make skill checks. You'll have to think whether or nt to do that by yourself.)"
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Emperor Demonking \n \"I was.\" Said the man. \"I was.\"\n Seeing his bow. \"Hunting not trying to kill humans or other creatures. Just hunting.\"\n \"want to go to my camp.\"\n\n(I won't ask you to make skill checks. You'll have to think whether or nt to do that by yourself.) \n \n\n \nIf you insist. Kalil shrugs, as he follows the plot hook man. Well, what a coincidence to run into you today. You hunt here often? "
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \"So what you thinking quad we go with him he tries to kill us all\" \n \"Yep I think so, but we might be able to pry the bow off of him and we have good damage absorption so I don't think were in to much danger\" \n \"Right the rest of the party might be\" \n \n\"Hey now they are adventures they have to be smart enough to figure out this is likely a trap\" \n \"You just want a shot at getting a second bow don't you, isn't that kind of evil\" \n \"Hey I have the good subtype I don't have to worry about alignment shift\" \n \"What how is that a good argument, in both senses of the word\" \n \n\"Fine if he is evil if we stop him will be helping others later good enough for you\" \n \"Yea I'll take it\" Looks at the group \"Hey I think we should go with him guys\" "
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan \n \n Spoiler \n SenseMotive - (1d20+2)[ 20 ] (0 ranks, +2 WIS)\n \n\n (( Action pending result of skill check )) "
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "Alton whispers to himself, \"Alright, if he betrays us, we steal his stuff and run...\" He nods, \"Yeah, that will do.\""
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "\"See, I knew he was just hunting. Have you caught anything yet? We could forget this whole misunderstanding over some food.\""
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "*Senses Motive* (1d20+1)[ 14 ] "
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "Halfing ears perk up, \"Food?\" He looks excited. \"Food is the only thing that I can compare to sweet, shiny gold.\""
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will scribble onto a piece of paper-'Lesser beings-lets hold him for ransom, imagine, we could make thousands for me err you.'"
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "\"Well, since he's an npc in the woods, he's probably not a noble. We should wait until we figure out whether he's a rich or not first.\" Alton says to the kobold."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will quickly scribble down,'Well, lets question him more, besides even if he isn't a noble they're bound to have a magic item, just because a large camp of humaniods have to have atleast one magic item.'"
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "Everyone so far who made a sense motive check, know he's lying."
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "\"Very true, alright,\" Alton pauses for a moment, thinking. Then says, \"I think we should play along, and as soon as we can, steal some stuff, but you will need to stand guard in case he notices. If that happens... well, you decide.\" He grins mischeviously."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "*grumble*\nFrancis slashes at the man's neck (1d20+7)[ 17 ] \nfor (2d4+7)[ 14 ] damage.\nEdit: likely taking his head off.\n<.<.\n.>.>\n*Shrugs*\n \"What, no one knows how to just follow his tracks?\" \n WHAM! \n \"buh...\" "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will stare at francis before scribbling,'Retarded inferior, we could have ransomed him....then killed him!'"
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " By the tentacles of Crabthulhu.... what was that for? "
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "\"By the gods! Don't you people even think of the loot we could've had?!\" The Halfling screams."
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan \n \n\"Of course he was lying, but now we don't know about what !\" "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "The man lies dead on the floor."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Well, let's loot the corpse and see if he had anything that can help us with this problem... hopefully, a clue or something. And no more unprovoked violence, ok? That was totally uncalled for. "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " What's the point of squeezing every point out of a build if you don't take a chunk out of some jackass once in a while?, thinks Francis. *Shrugs*\n\n((Sorry. But he WAS lying.🫤 And it's just not OoTS without Belkar.😉 ))"
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": "Mike draws his sword \"Put your weapon on the ground I'm taking you in to the town, you can not just kill someone who has done nothing, even if he was lying. You must face justice\" Stares at his fellow party member in disbelief \"I would plead insanity if I were you\" "
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan \n The gnome addresses Mike. \"Oh please... we don't have the time for this. If you want to smite him, just be done with it. Otherwise, can we figure out what the man was lying about and if it has anything to do with the broken horsey?\" Turning toward Francis, he adds, \"Time issues aside, I actually would vote for the smiting option.\" "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by FlWiPig \n What's the point of squeezing every point out of a build if you don't take a chunk out of some jackass once in a while?, thinks Francis. *Shrugs*\n\n((Sorry. But he WAS lying.🫤 And it's just not OoTS without Belkar.😉 )) \n \n\n Drop your weapon. I'm siding with the law on this one, unless some plot device demands otherwise. "
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Duke of URL \n Galan \n The gnome addresses Mike. \"Oh please... we don't have the time for this. If you want to smite him, just be done with it. Otherwise, can we figure out what the man was lying about and if it has anything to do with the broken horsey?\" Turning toward Francis, he adds, \"Time issues aside, I actually would vote for the smiting option.\" \n \n\n \"I'm sorry but the fact is you can't just kill people because they are lying. My Alignment line says Good for a reason. I will not allow a murder to go free or to travel with me for that matter.\" Thinks for a second \"I'll ask the being of Ultimate good that is inside me what he thinks\" \n \n \"I'm going with take him in to face trial, yep that is what the good thing to do is, definitely\" \n \n\"Yep the being of Ultimate Good says the right thing to do is take him in to face justice\" "
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "\"What in the world is wrong with all you people! We need to find out who, or what, sent this guy and steal everything they have... including their women.\"\nAlton says this as he is searching the body for anything of value.\n\nSearch (1d20+6)[ 11 ] \n\nEdit: Sorry about that... I get a +10 because I can touch the body... so it's a 21 ."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Zeirith \n Edit: Sorry about that... I get a +10 because I can touch the body... so it's a 21 . \n \n\n((Is that from a magic item or something, or an obscure rule of which I am as of yet unaware?))\n\n \"Well, he did shoot an arrow at us, with no warning, so I figured he was evil, and therefore free XP. Also-\" \n WHAM! \n \"...buh...\" "
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "((Whenever your able to feel around a on a body, you get a +10 to checks because your using both your eyes and hands, as opposed to just using your eyes as a normal check does. It's kind of an obscure rule, I had to read a few times in the dmg... I believe... before I found it))"
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Zeirith \n ((Whenever your able to feel around a on a body, you get a +10 to checks because your using both your eyes and hands, as opposed to just using your eyes as a normal check does. It's kind of an obscure rule, I had to read a few times in the dmg... I believe... before I found it)) \n \n\n((Really? Could you specify a page? Also, is this going to be the \"I'm lawful good, so you get only one chance to conform to my alignment or be turned in to the local law enforcement\" type group? Or do you plan not to abandon Francis at the nearest magistrate?🤨 ))"
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": "((I for one am playing a Neutral Good Charter. Just because people follow laws does not make them lawful good. And if by can am I going to let people just kill people in front of me for no reason the yes it will be one of thoughts type games unless I'm kicked out of the group. I'm a roll player and as I'm playing the role of a Good Charter I will not allow murder to go unpunished, if I did that would be a half-ass job of role playing))"
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "((Umm, right now, I'm at a friends on a laptop without my book... as for alton.. well, he's in it for the shinies...^^ but for now, don't worry about the +10 it doesn't really bother me...))"
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "All alton finds is a shortbow, 10 arrows and a holy symbol of Hextor."
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "\"Pfft... This guy had nothin on him, but I'll take the shortbow, I never did buy any range weaponry...\" He picks up the bow, and put the quiver on his back. \"Anyone want to check out the holy symbol?\" He holds up the symbol."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": "Knowledge: Religion (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \n It looks like a symbol of Hextor, the God of Tyrants! "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " \"EUREKA! You see? I knew he was evil all along, but you guys didn't pick up on the subtle clues! He was clearly trying to lead us into a-\"\n WHAM!\nWHAM!\nWHAMWHAM! \n \"...trap..,\" Sir Francis barely manages to choke out after being slammed face-first into the ground multiple times in rapid succession. His hand slowly begins to rise from his prostrate, pathetic form, as if he wishes to say something else, but then he lets it drop, and appears to have possibly fallen unconscious."
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \"Just because someone is evil does not give you a free pass to kill them, if we could just go killing every person who is evil then the world would be with out lawyers.\" \n \"Remind me, how would that be a bad thing\" \n \"Also for all we know that was a cleric of Pelor posing as a cleric of Hextor, to infiltrate a Hextorian sect. Now as there are more urgent matters to attend to I'm going to have to delay taking you in, but be aware the next time you kill someone with out reason I'm just going to dispatch you on sight\" "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by FlWiPig \n \"EUREKA! You see? I knew he was evil all along, but you guys didn't pick up on the subtle clues! He was clearly trying to lead us into a-\"\n WHAM!\nWHAM!\nWHAMWHAM! \n \"...trap..,\" Sir Francis barely manages to choke out after being slammed face-first into the ground multiple times in rapid succession. His hand slowly begins to rise from his prostrate, pathetic form, as if he wishes to say something else, but then he lets it drop, and appears to have possibly fallen unconscious. \n \n\n \nI'm pretty sure that if you had said \"You see? IT'S A TRAP!\" you'd have gotten off ok. "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "Sir Francis remains prostrate and motionless."
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \"Now that, that issue is resolved for now, I call dips on the next bow\" walks over to the body and picks up the holy symbol \"Might come in handy later\" Glares at Sir Fransis \"Just don't kill me for holding it. I think we should try to track were he came from, to bad we can't follow him back to his camp...\" "
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "Okay, first off, who cares if the guy is evil, as long as we get his stuff and THEN kill him, it's alright, right? Secondly, does anyone even have the track feet... I don't...\""
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "*Stands up, dusts self off, wipes off and puts away falchion, searches for tracks* (1d20)[ 15 ] "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "Thier are two sets of tracks. One is going back towards the town you came from. This is from the man.\nAnother is going towards the next town."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "*Taps kobold on shoulder, points to own eyes, points out the man's tracks, gestures to rest of group, starts to attempt to follow tracks a couple of feet, suddenly loses sight of trail due to lack of track feat* \" What ?!?\" \n... WHAM . \n ...right... "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Alright, as there are only two sets of tracks, I motion we go for the set headed to the next town. "
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "Murphy stands in continued silence, still under awe of the first killing he has ever saw. He then picks up his guitar and begins to play a short funeral song for the man.\n\nPerform: guitar check\n (d20+9)[ 18 ] \n\n(Sorry, I've been busy lately. The skill roll seems pretty hight, but it comes from his Charisma, skill ranks, and the skill focus feat. I felt like I needed to explain that for some reason. Oh well.)"
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "Francis motions him to stop, and tries again to point out the tracks which were the man's. Seeing that this is going nowhere, he just shrugs and falls in line.\n\n((Who has track, anyway? Anyone? Also, just because Francis has to speak in puns or suffer, doesn't mean I know he knows any.))"
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan \n \"Someone was trying to follow us, it seems. Will there be more?\" He ponders briefly. \"Probably. But we should press on anyway, just with an open eye to our rear flank.\" "
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "Alton takes his place in line. \"We should all try to be aware of our surroundings. I don't like being snuck up on. It's my job to sneak up on them!\"\n\nSearch (As he's walking along)\n (1d20+6)[ 18 ] "
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "Murphy stops playing and searches the ground.\n\nSearch: (d20-1)[ 6 ] "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will scribble down, after ignoring all this talk of law & good & evil, 'Um, did you stupid inferiors think that if WE are trying to find out who destroyed this statue & that a hextorian worshipper attacked us, maybe the Hextorian church broke it? Huh stupid humaniods? This is why we dragoniods/reptiles are the only truely intelligent race.'"
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "Snatching the pad and pencil from the little scaly fiend, the fighter scribbles something onto it and hands it back."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by doliest \n The kobold will scribble down, after ignoring all this talk of law & good & evil, 'Um, did you stupid inferiors think that if WE are trying to find out who destroyed this statue & that a hextorian worshipper attacked us, maybe the Hextorian church broke it? Huh stupid humaniods? This is why we dragoniods/reptiles are the only truely intelligent race.' \n \n\n \nWell, that completely explains your improper use of grammar and bad spelling, Kalil retorts."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Solo \n \nWell, that completely explains your improper use of grammar and bad spelling, Kalil retorts. \n \n\nThe kobold will scribble-'I'm a kobold, unless you gained draconian blood, I'm better than you-so shut up!'"
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by doliest \n The kobold will scribble-'I'm a kobold, unless you gained draconian blood, I'm better than you-so shut up!' \n \n\n Someone's a little defensive, Kalil smirks."
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by doliest \n The kobold will scribble down, after ignoring all this talk of law & good & evil, 'Um, did you stupid inferiors think that if WE are trying to find out who destroyed this statue & that a hextorian worshipper attacked us, maybe the Hextorian church broke it? Huh stupid humaniods? This is why we dragoniods/reptiles are the only truely intelligent race.' \n \n\n \"You need to check your monster manual entry Kobolds are Humanoids with the Reptilian suptype. Also Kobold are the weakest of all the humanoids so unless you have some way to back that foolish statement up I suggest you remember your lowly place on the XP chain. If Kobolds are so superior why do you think whole tribe get killed of by first level PC's\" Stops and looks around for a second. \"Honestly Dragons arn't all that ether all they do is hoard money and act as high level challenges for up level adventures, what happens every time a Red Dragons goes on a rampage, team of adventures shows up and kills him. Out of all the race I would never want to be a dragon, its like having a giant kill be for XP and gear sign on you at all times\" "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "Alton can see the tracks but noithing else.\nMurphy can't see anything."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will laugh before writing down-'Kobolds-weak? Pun-Pun!'"
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by doliest \n The kobold will laugh before writing down-'Kobolds-weak? Pun-Pun!' \n \n\n \n\"Pun-Pun, was a one in a million freak of nature and who is now gone, now if he had take over the world and we we're all talking in draconic then we can talk. Until then Kobolds are just wimps who had one champion who exploited some fluffy cheese to the max. Real races don't need cheese to rock.\" "
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "Aton sneaks up to the kobold and whispers, \"Don't worry friend, we can kill him later. That is, after we use his skills to get gold and fame, and afterwords we need to loot his body, so you can't fry it. Got it?\""
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "\"Why would you need cheese to rock? I thought you need hard work and determination.\""
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \"I get this strange feeling I just failed a listen check!\" \n \"Why do you say that?\" \n \"I just have this feeling I need to find some way to secure my self as I sleep\" "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Landy \n \"Why would you need cheese to rock? I thought you need hard work and determination.\" \n \n\n Don't forget about the power of friendship! "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will turn to aton, smiling before scribbling down-'Of course I won't fry him-magic missle is bludgeoning!' He will then turn back to the person he was previously argueing with and write-'We get a +2 to AC without any LA, beat that!'"
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "*Rolls eyes, takes out character sheet from back pocket, points to bonus feat, gets that sort of look that says, \"Can we move on now?\"*"
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \"Right um -4 Str, -2 con, Light Sensitivity, you can keep the +2 AC. Wait can you even move around during the day, your race is dazzled in sunlight? I think I'll keep my bonus feat and extra skill points\" "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "*Rolls eyes (nearly into the back of his head this time), throws up hands in disgust*"
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Solo \n Don't forget about the power of friendship! \n \n\n\"How could I have forgotten that!\""
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by StickMan \n \"Right um -4 Str, -2 con, Light Sensitivity, you can keep the +2 AC. Wait can you even move around during the day, your race is dazzled in sunlight? I think I'll keep my bonus feat and extra skill points\" \n \n\nThe kobold will scribble-'We don't have a con deduction, check your monster manual!' He will then continue scribbling with-'Besides, a str deduction, most kobold PCs are likely to be sorcerers,wizards, clerics and such, not fighters & barbarians like those useless half-orcs!'"
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \"I think you need to check yours it come right after the +2 to Dex, -2 Con\" \n\n\n\n((Strait From the SRD and from the Monster manual sitting in front of me,\n KOBOLD CHARACTERS\nKobold characters possess the following racial traits:\n— –4 Strength, +2 Dexterity, –2 Constitution. \n\n))"
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will scribble-'Really-I used the deduct 10/11 rule to figure out my stats from the MM 3.5'"
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \"Did you forget that a lot of monsters use elite array in the entry's when they have an NPC Warrior level, its a simple mistake really\" "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will scratch his head and scribble-'Well if thats true I probably included that in my construction & forgot about it. Either way we still get quite a few good bonuses. Shouldn't we continue with the plot though-I mean if we want XP.' The kobold will then scribble-'Or we could raid the hextorian church-I mean its loot & XP and as an evil church being attacked by PCs, no one except the clerics will stop us.'"
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \"Well we can always hope for roleplaying XP, your a racist Kobold and I'm a confrontational angst ridden teenager of course we should argue\" Waits for the XP ping."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by StickMan \n \"Well we can always hope for roleplaying XP, your a racist Kobold and I'm a confrontational angst ridden teenager of course we should argue\" Waits for the XP ping. \n \n\nThe kobold will scribble-'What a great idea, are you sure you don't have koboldian blood in you?'"
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by doliest \n The kobold will scribble-'What a great idea, are you sure you don't have koboldian blood in you?' \n \n\n \"Well depending on who you ask I may be 1/16 Gold Dragon, I'm also part Fey, vampire, Fire elemental, orc, elf, ogre, demon, celestial, giant, salad, and Demi-God. Basically if it can mate with a human I have it in my ancestry. And yet I my racial stats remain human, odd hu.\" "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " \"Part SALAD?? Are you related to Elvis Parsley?\" 🙂\n Edit: ((I also will not be able to post from Friday to Sunday; I will be in upstate New York, a good six hours-ish from my home. Expect a triumphant return on Monday!))"
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will scribble-'Well if we aren't getting any RP XP, we can go raid the local town I mean commoners-those are like 1/12th a cr and warriors aren't that much better, we could burn the inferior humans err.. the NPC humans.'"
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "\"My mum was an fighter orc and my dad was a human bard. He would sing her songs while she chopped trees with a dagger. I miss my parents a little. I'm still adjusting to life outside the troupe.\""
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan \n \"Um... any chance of us actually following the tracks to see where they go? I mean, c'mon, we're at page 9 already and we haven't gone more than 20 paces out of town yet.\" "
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \"Good point tally hoe\" Heads off in the direction of the tracks. Hopes others follow and he does not set of a trap."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " \"You mean page 7-\" WHAM! \n \"...right, then...\" Frank tries to get up with a semblance of dignity, a monumental task at which he ultimately more-or-less exactly fails.\n(( Edit: Plans have changed, and so I will be able to post this weekend after all.🙂))"
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "Murphy follows along and hums a happy tune."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will stand around, stamping his foot as he waits for his RP XP."
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": "Walks up to Murphy and whispers \"I've got this feeling that, we may be in a very dangerous party, you seem like a good guy so I want you to know I've got your back if any thing goes down\" "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "As the heroes, other than the koboldsmove throgh the forest. They spy a statue of Heironeous. A broken statue.\n\nThe kobold sees a hungry wolf."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Emperor Demonking \n As the heroes, other than the koboldsmove throgh the forest. They spy a statue of Heironeous. A broken statue.\n\nThe kobold sees a hungry wolf. \n \n\nThe kobold will run after the party muttering to himself in his own language-\n \n Spoiler \nDamn non-CR appropriate challenges.\n "
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "Alton will look around the statue, before anyone gets too close, for any traps.\n\nSearch- (1d20+6)[ 8 ] "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " What kind of fiend would desecrate the statue of a good god that way? Clearly we are dealing with an evil group! "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "Frank decides to search the statue's remains for evidence of who might have done this to it, and/or with what means(searches for footprints, claw/chisel marks, and the like). *Search* (1d20)[ 19 ] \n \n Spoiler \n Edit: wOOt19!\n "
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Solo \n What kind of fiend would desecrate the statue of a good god that way? Clearly we are dealing with an evil group! \n \n\n \"Well Acid rain could have done it, or board teenagers. But yea seeing as the plot seem to pointing us that way I'm going to go with EVIL BAD GUYS\" "
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by StickMan \n Walks up to Murphy and whispers \"I've got this feeling that, we may be in a very dangerous party, you seem like a good guy so I want you to know I've got your back if any thing goes down\" \n \n\nWhispers back, \"That's very nice of you. I got your back, and even your front, too.\" "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "As the Kobold arrives he will look at the statue & fall down laughing screaming out in his own language-\n \n Spoiler \nI thought you guys didn't like me, but now I realise you were just shocked by the fact that a kobold would associate with you lowely fools, but I must say, this is present really moves you up above those hobgoblins.\n "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "Frank sees chisel marks, he also sees small writing that says, for pun pun."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " \"Well, chisel me timbers, lookey here, mates,\" grins Francis, and points to the writing on the decrepit statue. \"Though I can think of a cantrip which might give this tragedy a happy mending. \" "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "When the kobold sees the writing he will stop laughing but will start hand gestures in a pray to wee jas."
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by FlWiPig \n \"Well, chisel me timbers, lookey here, mates,\" grins Francis, and points to the writing on the decrepit statue. \"Though I can think of a cantrip which might give this tragedy a happy mending. \" \n \n\n\"Wait, I could mend that!\" Murphy happily exclaims, glad that his pitiful magical selection could be useful."
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Emperor Demonking \n Frank sees chisel marks, he also sees small writing that says, for pun pun. \n \n\n \"Well on second thought might be teenagers, we do some stupid things like thinking Pun-pun is a cool thing to want to bring back.\" "
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \"You ever get the feeling that your just waiting for some outside force to move along you life\" \n \"I'm a disembodied spirit that can take control of the body he posses for a 5 minutes a day, when you actually feel the need to bring me out!\" \n \"OK fine you know the feeling well\" \n \"So any one have a clue what we are to do next, I think this is the part of the adventure we're we wait for something to happen but we have no clue for awhile so we just chat about the random bit of info we have\" "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " I think it is the same person as who was behind the smashing of the stone horse. We should see fi there is a new trail and bring this evil to an end. Kalil suggests."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Solo \n I think it is the same person as who was behind the smashing of the stone horse. We should see fi there is a new trail and bring this evil to an end. Kalil suggests. \n \n\nThe kobold will scribble-'You mean the Hextorian church.'"
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " \"I agree. Whoever it is, they need to be taught that the end doesn't justify the meanness!\" "
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by doliest \n The kobold will scribble-'You mean the Hextorian church.' \n \n\n\"Interesting, but why would Hextor destroy a statue. Maybe..... he hates stone...... so......... OH NO! He's after the dwarves! To the mountains!\""
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Landy \n \"Interesting, but why would Hextor destroy a statue. Maybe..... he hates stone...... so......... OH NO! He's after the dwarves! To the mountains!\" \n \n\n \"You have got to be...\" \n \"Its a statue of Heironeous Hextor's arch enemy, they are not after the dwarf\" rolls eyes and rubs temple of head."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by StickMan \n \"You have got to be...\" \n \"Its a statue of Heironeous Hextor's arch enemy, they are not after the dwarf\" rolls eyes and rubs temple of head. \n \n\nThe kobold will scribble-'And the horse....maybe the church plans on invading this area or sees something they like.'"
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by doliest \n The kobold will scribble-'And the horse....maybe the church plans on invading this area or sees something they like.' \n \n\n\"Or maybe they don't like horses. I get that feeling sometimes.\""
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan \n \"You know... Hextor is Lawful Evil... and kobolds are typically Lawful Evil... I don;t suppose we would happen to have a spy in our midst?\" "
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": " Alton \n\nAlton butts in before the fight begins, \"Why don't we just figure out where we need to go to find out who did this.\" He talked quickly, for he knew how the kobold would act. And as and after thought he added, \"And besides, even if he does betray us, I'll kill him.\""
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Duke of URL \n Galan \n \"You know... Hextor is Lawful Evil... and kobolds are typically Lawful Evil... I don;t suppose we would happen to have a spy in our midst?\" \n \n\nThe kobold will stare for a second before scribbling-'You dare make accusations of me & my noble race! Who are you, member of the inferior race you are part of-to accuse me of anything! You pathetic beings should be thankful I don't destroy you all!' He will then continue by writing-'Besides I'm part of a cult worshipping the great dragon.'"
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by doliest \n The kobold will stare for a second before scribbling-'You dare make accusations of me & my noble race! Who are you, member of the inferior race you are part of-to accuse me of anything! You pathetic beings should be thankful I don't destroy you all!' He will then continue by writing-'Besides I'm part of a cult worshipping the great dragon.' \n \n\n Assuming you can make your way out of a pile of weeds first. "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "*taps foot with arms crossed*"
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "\"Looks like we might need a hint. BARDIC KNOWLEDGE HO! \"\n\n (d20+1)[ 16 ] "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "Landy: You know that the only temple of Hextor is a short while north and that thier isn't a temple to the other ones."
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "\"You know, we could check out this temple of Hextor to the North that apparently I knew about all along. According to me, it's a short trip. I really need to start taking notes about where all this info comes from.\""
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Landy \n \"You know, we could check out this temple of Hextor to the North that apparently I knew about all along. According to me, it's a short trip. I really need to start taking notes about where all this info comes from.\" \n \n\n \"OK I like the plan lets bust us up a temple of Hextor!\" "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Sounds like a plan, gentlemen. "
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan \n \"We're a bunch of level 1 PCs who can't stop bickering amongst ourselves, and we're talking about taking on an established temple to an evil god.\"\n\n\"Sounds good to me.\" "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Ah, but you forget; we're the main characters! "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will scribble-'Lets rest first, I need spells, & well you slaves need to sleep to be of use to me.'"
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by doliest \n The kobold will scribble-'Lets rest first, I need spells, & well you slaves need to sleep to be of use to me.' \n \n\n Seconded. Let's march off at once. "
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by doliest \n The kobold will scribble-'Lets rest first, I need spells, & well you slaves need to sleep to be of use to me.' \n \n\nTurns and looks at the Kobold \"I once had a friend that told me a kobold's natural armor can deflect a sword blade if you hit it in the right spot, I'm starting to want to test his theory and find which spots will not block\" \n\nThe Quad champion *pops* up on Mikes shoulder with a bastard sword and makes a slashing move. \"I would start at the base of the neck and work from there\" \n \"Hey can you do that I don't remember you getting to be able to *pop* on my shoulder\"\n \n \"Relax only you can see me so it does not matter\" \n \"OK then works for me\" \n \"OK then we travel to the temple of Hextor\" Waits for scenery to change."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "*Sees the Quad-Champion, does a double-take, gets a very confused look, convinces self he didn't see it*"
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": "Kalil reacts in a similar manner, before bowing his head and briefly praying to his god."
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": "Looks at party's strange looks and turns to the champion \"You sure they can't see you?\" \n \"Well if they are able to reading your thought bubbles then in theory they could see me as I'm technically in this forum in the same kind of state\"\n \n \"Wait they can read my thoughts\" \n \"No only your thought bubbles, not your general thoughts, and even then only ones that can't hurt you and generally make the plot more funnier... wait does that make sense. At any rate it would be nice for others to get to see me for more than 5 minutes a day, even if its only when I'm funny\" \n \"Well if its only when your funny they will never see you\" \n \n\"Some times I wish I could hurt you\" Crosses Arms and *POPS* away."
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "\"Did we get a tiny new party member recently?\""
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "As you talked, walked through the trees that seemed to get darker, where out of the corner of your eyes you see a kobold but when you look back he isn't there.\n\nYou also level up."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "There is a slight \"ding\" sound which emanates from Sir Francis, as if an oven timer went off, but was muffled by a pillow which was inexplicably sitting on top of the stove. There is also a slight tinkle in his eye, and he has a faraway look, as though he were making some important decision..."
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": " Happy happy Up-Day\nThis song goes out to you!\nYou must have grown a little inside\nBecause you are now Level 2! \n\n\"Wow, I have no idea where that song came from. Oh well.\"\n\n(I'm not sure if the level up applies to everyone, so disregard this if I misunderstood something.)\n\nHP: (d6+1)[ 6 ] "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Behold! I trust in the heart of the cards power of Crabthulhu, and my faith rewards me with another level! "
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \"Wow that cleric must have been worth a whole lot of XP, or the Roleplay XP is coming out on the heavy side today. But hey I'll take it!\" "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "*Mumbles to self about forgetting to roll*\n HP - (1d10+2)[ 4 ] Frank shouts at the sky,\n \"^YECH! Can I just take average?\" \n\nEdit: WHAM! "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " (1d6+2)[ 4 ] \n Perhaps you should just learn to roll with it, Kalil suggets."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "*Grumble...* \"You're gonna need to roll with the punches in a minute...\" "
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "\"I'm pretty sure the correct term is Tumble, not roll. I could be wrong though. I never put any ranks in it.\" Murphy says with a blissfully unaware honesty to it."
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan \n \n\"I leveled without even smiting anything?\" He sighs. \"Oh, well, I'll take it anyway.\" \n HP - (1d8)[ 2 ] "
},
{
"author": "Zeirith",
"message": "Alton jumps for joy as he hears the ping of leveling up. \"Yes!! I get evasion!! I'm so happy.\" A tear forms in his eye, \"In your face all of you wizards who I have yet to face, You can now do half to no damage to me... oh wait, that's improved... Still I can take no damage if it allows for half!\"\n\n (1d6)[ 2 ] \n\n\"But, apparently I can still die from high roll of a fighters longsword...\""
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Our dice all came up as \"2\" this time. That's pretty strange... "
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Solo \n Our dice all came up as \"2\" this time. That's pretty strange... \n \n\n\"Hmm, I got a five. I blame a good diet and plenty of exercise. You guys could use a Constitution boost.\""
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " (1d8+1)[ 8 ] \n (1d12+2)[ 7 ] \n \"What what, that the HP I'm talking about\" \n\n*POP* \"Hey how did you get higher HP than me\" \n \"Luck of the dice baby\" "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will scribble-'Hah, watch my roll!'\n (1d4+2)[ 3 ] "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Wow, you rolled a one. I'm impressed. "
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan \n \"He rolled so low, I missed it. And I'm a gnome.\" "
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Duke of URL \n Galan \n \"He rolled so low, I missed it. And I'm a gnome.\" \n \n\n \"OH BURN\" points at pathetic Kobold."
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by doliest \n The kobold will scribble-'Hah, watch my roll!'\n[roll0] \n \n\n\"Wahahahahhahahahahahahahahaha! That roll is just like how about 276 Orcish jokes start out. I'll share a few my mother told me.\"\n\n 1. He rolled so low, a pat on the back required a heal check.\n2. He rolled so low, his Con check failed against water.\n3. He rolled so low, he didn't see the dragon chewing his torso.\n4. He rolled so low, an Ooze beat him at an Int check.\n5. He rolled so low, I had better Diplomacy with a flesh golem.\n6. He rolled so low, the dice gained a burrow speed. \n\n(OOC: I'm going to be out of town for Thanksgiving break, so I'll be away from a computer with internet access.)"
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will run foward an attempt to claw the bard in the face-\n (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \nDamage-\n (1d4+1)[ 5 ] \nThe kobold will then start laughing, insanely."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": "Kalil watches the kobold's actions with great interest and casts Guidance on himself."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "As the kobold's claws rake poor, innocent Murphy's face, Frank's face quickly shifts from an expression of disbelief to a twisted visage of rage. Without hesitation, Sir Francis charges the little lizard, hoping to subdue him in a single strike. Attack - (1d20+6)[ 7 ] Nonlethal Damage - (2d4+7)[ 13 ] "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "Ignoring the miss from his hasty attack, Sir Francis threatens the puny scaled terror. \"'HARM NOT THE INNOCENT!\" Intimidate - (1d20-1)[ 19 ] Initiative - (1d20+2)[ 5 ] Strangely, the accompanying WHAM! never comes..."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": "Kalil readies a spell."
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \"OK do I have to tell everyone what is wrong here, main thing if were making attack roles like this there would have to be a surprise round. Now who was surprised the Kobold attacked not me, so his attack clearly is relatively. Next if we really want to do this we need to roll an Init check if we really want to do this\"\n\n \n (1d20+6)[ 18 ] Init"
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": "Kalil will quietly sit this one out, walking out of the conflict to a spot twenty feet behind the Kobold and seeing what happened."
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "The same wolf as before appears, growling."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will hold up a sign that says,'Hey everybody,the bard ISN'T dead, with I know he has more than 5 hp, unless he has 6 con! Also-lets kill the wolf for ummmmm XP or GP, lets just forget your kobold masters slight bout of insanity O.K?'"
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Sure, let's kill the wolf. You first. "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "Iniative-\n (1d20+5)[ 18 ] \nThe kobold will, if he can, run foward & attempt to move foward & claw the wolf-"
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "Attack- (1d20+3)[ 14 ] \nDamage- (1d4+2)[ 5 ] "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "((Um, where did you get that +1 to hit and damage? Did I miss someone casting magic fang on your claw?))"
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \"Why are we attacking the wolf, at what point did being a wolf equal 'attack me plz', I'm just going to wait for it to kill you all and then when the local druid shows up I'm not getting in trouble.\" "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by FlWiPig \n ((Um, where did you get that +1 to hit and damage? Did I miss someone casting magic fang on your claw?)) \n \n\nBAB+1\nStr+2\nSize+1"
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": "Kalil grins."
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "The wolf dies from the Kobolds strike."
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Emperor Demonking \n The wolf dies from the Kobolds strike. \n \n\nStairs quizzically at the Kobold \"Ether you've got some over powered magic enchantment on your claws or that was way to easy to not be foreshadowing\" "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Well, now that we've done so, let's move on, shall we? Questing and XP await. \n\nKalil motions the group to follow him to the Hextorian temple.\n\nHe will roll a Lore check (Cloistered Cleric's version of Bardic Knowledge) to know about the temple, and whittle a holy symbol of Hextor out of a piece of wood that he finds.\n\nLore: (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \n\nK. Religion (to know what a holy symbol of Hextor looks like) (1d20+5)[ 19 ] \n\nCraft: (1d20+1)[ 11 ] , unless I can take 20 or take 10 on it.\n\n\nps. Can we please skip to the temple? We've been wandering about in the forest enough."
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "You have heard that the temple was formerly a temple of a dragon god. You sucseed in making the symbol.\n\nAt the temple:\nYou see a door but it laks a handle. On the door it says.\n\"To enter me. You must answer my riddle. I am forgetful. I know not the impossible. I open the grat. My heart is brown and my eyes glint in the sun.\""
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " \"Ooh! Ooh! Is it someone who double-posts? If not then what's a grat-\" WHAM! "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Of all the unoriginal... urgh. I propose the Kobold give it a shot first. \n It sounds to me like some sort of, um, lock? "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will scribble-'A flint statue with diamond eyes' onto the door."
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \"I think its time for a Bardic Knowledge check!\" Points at the bard."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Since he's not here, I'll see what I can do. "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": "Lore: (1d20)[ 8 ] +4=12"
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "When the kobold writes on the door nothing happens.\n\nKalil remembers that a similar riddle couldn't be solved by the god of riddles but was solved by a barbarian."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": "Kalil looks up and reads the text, and urges his party members to do the same.\n\n So, solved by a barbarian, eh? Hmm... the answer is either so obvious that it has escaped us, or we should break the door in. "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " \"You're a door. With no handles.\" WHAM! ...buh... "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will scribble on his paper-'I've got this! The answer is...MAGIC MISSLE!'\nThe kobold will cast magic missle on the door-\n (1d4+1)[ 4 ] "
},
{
"author": "StickMan",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by doliest \n The kobold will scribble on his paper-'I've got this! The answer is...MAGIC MISSLE!'\nThe kobold will cast magic missle on the door-\n[roll0] \n \n\n \n\"I don't think that even gets past the hardness of the door, barbarian hu, its an axe\" "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "When the kobold casts the spell.\n\nMake spot checks:\nUnder 15: Nothing happened \nOver 15: The door moved slightly inwards. "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " You know, Magic Missile can't affect inanimate objects, right, oh great one? \n\n Targets: \tUp to five creatures, no two of which can be more than 15 ft. apart \n\nSpot: (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \n \nWell, it seems that the door moved, despite our little rulebending session.\n\nShall we enter? \n\nKalil produces the proverbial ten foot pole and prods the door open."
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan \n \n Spoiler \n Spot - (1d20+2)[ 9 ] vs. DC 15?\n "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " Spot - (1d20+1)[ 8 ] Frank looks at the door."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Look harder , men! "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "Frank, despite himself, looks again. Spot - (1d20+1)[ 17 ] "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will flick kalil off."
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "\"I have returned! I fell asleep behind a tree, then I think a cat scratched me, then I woke up when someone mentioned bardic knowledge.\"\n\n BARDIC KNOWLEDGE HO! \n (d20+2)[ 17 ] "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "As you enter, you come to a fork, through one green smoke is coming out and another seems plain. The door you came from seems like its snoring."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " What in the name of... \n\nKnowledge: Arcana (1d20+6)[ 26 ] to figure out what the smoke is.\n\n Ok, let's think. Obviously, we're supposed to go downt he clear corridor and avoid the smoke. But if we do that, then we'll be playing into their hands, so we should go through the smoke. Right? \n\nKalil prepares to activate Sacred Vitality and walk through the smoke."
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "You can tell its the fumes from a memory affecting potion."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Er... it's the fumes from a memory affecting potion. Can't remember the name though. \n\nKalil casts Detect Magic into the fog."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will laugh, and scribble-'Lets use the proverbial magic pole'\nHe will then cast detect secret doors."
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "The door you came from is magical as ids the smoke.\n\nThe number of secret doors is 0."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Ok, shall we take a peek down the corridor? There's only two things we can do here, explore a trapped corridor or go down the obvious (too obvious!) route. Any votes for either course of action? \n\nKalil will likely activate Sacred Vitality and saunter down the gassed corridor if the group reaches no consensus or thinks it is worth exploring."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will follow kalil, holding up the a sign with the words-'HA! My low will save still hasn't hurt me, the gas will likely be a fort save, so I've got no problems.'"
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " \"That way looks fan-GAS-tic!\" offers Frank."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": "Kalil does it."
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan \n \"I fear no mist!\" He follows."
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "Everyone other than Kalil make a fort save and will save."
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan \n *cough* *cough* \"... okay... it's a little more than just some mist...\" \n \n Spoiler \n Fortitude - (1d20+6)[ 15 ] \n Will - (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " Fortitude - (1d20+5)[ 9 ] Will - (1d20+1)[ 3 ] \n there is a minimum 10-character limit. \n\n*Shrugs, then passes out/goes insane/drops dead/Whatever that Mist Does/etc.*"
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " ****! Cleric! Cleric!\n\n...\n\nOh right, that's me, isn't it?\n \n\nKalil grabs the body and runs forward through the mist with it."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will scream-\n\nFort- (1d20+2)[ 14 ] \nWill- (1d20-2)[ 10 ] \n\nThen starts laughing at frank."
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "Frank forgets where he is.\n\nYou see a hunchedback man with his back to you. He is pouring something into a barrel."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": "Kalil grabs the kobold and points to the man, and makes a \"blow him up\" motion with his hands.\n\nKalil will also prepare to lay some smack down with his quarterstaff."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will smile, before casting Burning hands at the man-\n (2d4)[ 8 ] "
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan \n \"Well... if this is a temple of Hextor, I can assume anyone here is evil... so... SMITE!!!\" He charges the (potentially smoking remains of) the hunched man.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack - (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \n Damage - (1d6+2)[ 8 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "The man turns around and takes a swipe at Galan. (2hp) \"Guards.\""
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": "Kalil groans, and casts Bless on everyone.\n\n Well, let's go! "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will hold up a sign that says,'HOW ARE YOU NOT DEAD!? I DID 8DAMAGE, HOW IS HE NOT DEAD?' Before casting Burning hands again.\n\n (2d4)[ 4 ] "
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Emperor Demonking \n The man turns around and takes a swipe at Galan. (2hp) \"Guards.\" \n \n\n Galan \n \"Tis but a scratch! SMITE AGAIN!!!\" \n \n Spoiler \n Attack - (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \n Damage - (1d6+2)[ 6 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Remember your bonuses from Bless, people! "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will hold up a sign that says-'Does Bless increase spell damage?'"
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Bless\nEnchantment (Compulsion) [Mind-Affecting]\nLevel: \tClr 1, Pal 1\nComponents: \tV, S, DF\nCasting Time: \t1 standard action\nRange: \t50 ft.\nArea: \tThe caster and all allies within a 50-ft. burst, centered on the caster\nDuration: \t1 min./level\nSaving Throw: \tNone\nSpell Resistance: \tYes (harmless)\n\nBless fills your allies with courage. Each ally gains a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects.\n\nBless counters and dispels bane. \n\nAny questions?"
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "The man lies dead on the floor, as three orcs, come in one heavily armoured, one lightly armoured and one not armoured."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "Frank intercedes between the heavily armored one and the party, a look of grim determination on his face. He points to the Orc, then makes a cutting motion across his throat with an empty hand, before charging the Orc.\n[roll=(Power)Attack]1d20+8[/roll] Damage - (2d4+11)[ 16 ] \n Edit: ((Crap. can't put parentheses in there))"
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " Attack - (1d20+8)[ 16 ] there is a 10-character limit. "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Kill them!!!! Kalil shouts, as he backs up behind the kobold."
},
{
"author": "Landy",
"message": "Fortitude: (d20+1)[ 7 ] \n\n(Assuming Murphy isn't passed out, Murphy attacks the closest orc to him)\n\nAttack (Longsword): (d20+5)[ 6 ] \nDamage: (d8+4)[ 11 ] "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will pass Kalil a paper asking,'Aren't you a cleric? WHY ARE YOU HIDING BEHIND ME? Oh well, watch me use my kobold superiourity to PWN these retards.'\n\nThe kobold will attack the heavily armored one, holding up a sign that says,'THIS ONE'S MINE!'\n\nATtack- (1d20+5)[ 8 ] \nDamage- (1d4+2)[ 3 ] "
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan \n \n\"Ooh, orcs! More smiting ahead... CHAAAAAAARGE!!!\" \n \n Spoiler \nUnless it means drawing AoOs from the others, targets the unarmored orc, figuring it to be a spellcaster (otherwise takes on the nearest target). Power Attacking for 2:\n\n Attack - (1d20+4)[ 9 ] (PA -2, Bless +1)\n Damage - (1d6+4)[ 9 ] (PA +2)\n \n\n Edit: *whiff*... \"oh, BOOP!\" "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "You can hear someone play the eye of the tiger.\n\nAs you all fail to even come close to hurting them. Frank goes up and kills the orc.\n\nThe lightly armoured one looks at Frank and send a magic missile his way. (1hp)\n\nThe medium armoured one runs at Galan and gets a touch dealing 4 damage."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will attempt to claw the meduim armored one again-\nAttack- (1d20+5)[ 18 ] \nDamage- (1d4+2)[ 6 ] \nLaughing as he claws through the orc."
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Emperor Demonking \n The lightly armoured one looks at Frank and send a magic missile his way. (1hp) \n \n\n(( No AoO for casting while Galan is threatening? ))\n\n Galan \n \"Ahhhg! Hey, that hurts ! I'm supposed to be doing the smiting here!\" \n \n Spoiler \nRefocuses on the (medium armored) orc that hit him.\n\n Attack - (1d20+6)[ 20 ] \n Damage - (1d6+2)[ 5 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "sorry, yeah you get the AOO."
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan's AoO: \n Attack - (1d20+4)[ 24 ] \n Damage - (1d6+4)[ 8 ] \n Edit: (( Natural 20! WOOT! )) "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "Frank looks at the chunks of Orc at his feet and begins to chuckle, and as he does so, his voice deepens and becomes more maniacal until it is clear that it is not his own. \"Heh. Hahaha. Mwahahaha!! PITIFUL BEAST! \" With a glance to the remaining orcs, he shouts in this otherworldly voice, \"DIE, WEAKLINGS! I WILL FEAST ON YOUR ENTRAILS!\" His face then twists into one of terror and he scrabbles at his magic amulet in a vain attempt to remove it."
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": "Galan, crit confirm...\n\n Confirm - (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \n Damage - (1d6+4)[ 7 ] "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "The lightly armoured one was killed."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will then cast burning hands, point-blank, at the meduim armored one.\n\n (2d4)[ 4 ] "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "The medium armoured one was killed as the music continues to play."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "*Scratches head; looks around for the source of the music*"
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "Kobold searches the body of the unarmored one.\n\n (1d20-4)[ -3 ] "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "*Snickers at natural 1* \"Oh, and also, where the heck are w-\" \n WHAM! \n \"buh...\" "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " That went pretty well, guys. So, anyone want some healing or shall we press on? "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will write down-'I didn't even get hit! Kobold awesomeness at its best.' He will then write down-'So, I was leafing through a book the other day and saw this awesome prestige class called Loremaster, and was wondering what you stink filths thought of me taking that at level 8 or so?'"
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " \"Really? I figured you for more of a Force Missile Mage or Elemental Savant. Or maybe-\" WHAMWHAM! \n ...oh, yeah... "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by doliest \n The kobold will write down-'I didn't even get hit! Kobold awesomeness at its best.' He will then write down-'So, I was leafing through a book the other day and saw this awesome prestige class called Loremaster, and was wondering what you stink filths thought of me taking that at level 8 or so?' \n \n\nKalil, though not in possession of any more of the cantrip, prays to his God for an extra Create Water to be cast on the Kobold's paper."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will hand Kalil a paper that says-\nFor Kalil-\n \n Spoiler \nOkay, now that their distracted-I was thinking of taking control of this party & gearing us towards a quest that isn't bathed in human ignorance. I could stage a successful coup with your help, ending with you being in second command, what do you think? Also showing this paper to anyone will end in your death-I'm serious, I will cut you up.\n "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": "Kalil will crumple the paper, put it in his pipe, and smoke it, advancing further into the corridor."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will flick kalil off, & walk behind frank."
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "As you go in, you see an orc playing on an organ, with a lion standing in front of him, his fur is green."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Woah, looks like we came at a bad time. Let's let him get dressed before doing anything else , Kalil groans, as he hurries backwards."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will hold up a sign that says,'Wait...where is the XP for all that?\nWE killed three orcs, I killed a wolf, we got through that trap? Shouldn't I have leveled up by now?'"
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan \n \n\"Well crap... I forgot to prepare spells. Good thing I can spontaneously cast cure spells.\" \n CureLightWounds - (1d8+2)[ 9 ] on self. Edit: \"More than enough to get back to full health.\" "
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " \"Wait, don't you have to sacrifice a prepared spell slot in order to spontane-\" WHAM! "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by FlWiPig \n \"Wait, don't you have to sacrifice a prepared spell slot in order to spontane-\" WHAM! \n \n\nKalil whispers in his ear, Not so loud! The DM might hear! "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "The magic in this place or the fabric must be weak as the spell is cast. The orc starts to run away through the wall."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " After him! Kalil points dramatically at the fleeing orc, while giving the kobold a quick push forward."
},
{
"author": "Duke of URL",
"message": " Galan \n \"SMIIIIIIIITE!\" Galan charges, taking on the lion if he can't reach the orc.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1d20+8)[ 18 ] (normal AB +5, charge +2, bless (?) +1)\n Damage - (1d6+2)[ 5 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will punch kalil lightly, then make a knowledge-'Detailed Memory of The monster manual' Check to think of what the lions stats are, how it fights, its CR, & what templates might add the green tint.\n\n (1d20+8)[ 23 ] "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "OOC-Is this game dead?"
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": "Emperor Demonking is too busy making question threads."
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "The green tint came from illness. The lion is killed."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " ? Kalil wonders, as he moves into the room and follows after the orc.\n\n Come on, through the door! "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will follow after kalil, preparing beat an orc to death, still wondering about his XP."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "Frank meanders after the rest."
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "You enter the door and see an empty corridor, the door at the end is still swinging."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " For honor! For glory! for XP! \n\nKalil pushes the kobold in first before heading through the door."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will hand kalil a sheet that reads-\nFor Kalil-\n \n Spoiler \n Why do you keep pushing me ahead!? YOUR A F###### CLERIC, YOU CAN WEAR HEAVY ARMOR!\n "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " I'm a Cloistered Cleric. I'm not a \"hands on\" kind of cleric! Besides it's not like you wouldn't have gone first anyways! "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will hand kalil a sheet of paper that says-\nFor kalil\n \n Spoiler \nI don't want to risk dieing just because you made some crappy choices at your origins, I'm not a tank, I'm not a fighter or a barbarian, I have a d4 hit die, even kobold suppority won't let me win melee combat!\n "
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by doliest \n The kobold will hand kalil a sheet of paper that says-\nFor kalil\n \n Spoiler \nI don't want to risk dieing just because you made some crappy choices at your origins, I'm not a tank, I'm not a fighter or a barbarian, I have a d4 hit die, even kobold suppority won't let me win melee combat!\n \n \n \n\n Some kobold superiority. \n\nKalil kicks open the door and steps to the side.\n\n Ok, let's go. "
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will push kalil out of the way and continue down the hallway muttering incohesive things."
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "Is the kobold at the sides or in the middle?"
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by doliest \n The kobold will push kalil out of the way and continue down the hallway muttering incohesive things. \n \n\nHey, don't have a bad attitude about this.\n\nI don't want to risk dieing just because you made some crappy choices at your origins, I'm not a tank, I'm not a fighter or a barbarian, I have a d6 hit die, and even clericzilla superiority won't let me win melee combat at this level!"
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will continue down the middle, still muttering things that are most likely insults at the cleric."
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "Kalil make a reflex save."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \n Hey, did you guys see that? "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "Kalil manages to quickly get out of the way as the floor falls from under him."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will look on in shock before a voice from everywhere screams-\n\"WHAT JUST HAPPENED!? SERIOUSLY,.... GOOD THING I'M THE ONE WALKING THE STRAIGHT & NARROW!\""
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " Oh you can walk the straight and narrow, but with a little bit luck you'll learn to duck! Kalil sings, moving onwards.\n\n With a little bit!\n\nWith a little bit!\n\nWith a little bit of blooming luck! "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "You come upon the weak wooden door."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "Frank's eyes light up. Here is his time to shine! He attempts to open the door."
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "You open the door. In front of you seems to be a room full of vials with coloured liquids devoid of life."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will look upon the potions with greed, casting detect magic on the first orange potion he finds."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "Looking rather disappointed that the door was not locked, and therefore he wouldn't need to be making any Strength checks to open it, he sulks in silence and shuffles into the room."
},
{
"author": "Solo",
"message": " My only question is what happened to that ork? "
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "Only two of the potions seem to be magical an orange one and a red one."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will then cast detect poison on all of them."
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "You don't have enough spells for that."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "I get an extra divination spell because I'm a diviner."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "?? ((Aren't you a Sorcerer?)"
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "I have a cha of 1....my cha is to low to cast cantrips."
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "Do you want to cast it on all the vials or just the magic ones."
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "((Per RAW , he can only check one for poison. ))"
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by FlWiPig \n ((Per RAW , he can only check one for poison. )) \n \n\nThe kobold will punch frank in the chest & check all of them."
},
{
"author": "Emperor Demonking",
"message": "When you look at them none radiate as poison."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold holds up a piece of paper that says-'LOOT!!! Okay, how should we spilt it?' He looks at the potions for a second before writing-'I've done the most, I want first pick.'"
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": " \"LAY ANOTHER CLAW UPON MY PERSON, LIZARD, AND YOU SHALL EXPERIENCE AN ETERNITY OF UNENDING AGONY!\" shrieks Sir Francis in a voice not his own. He then wipes the foam from his lips, grinning sheepishly."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "The kobold will smirk before handing him a paper that reads-'Oh, you wanna go fighter-boy? I'll win iniative & pulverize you if you even think of attacking me! I'll know to, I'm a diviner.'"
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "Soooooo this game dead?"
},
{
"author": "UserClone",
"message": "Pretty much. For me, I didn't see anything I could do IC other than kill your character, which would have been crappy of me."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "My question is.......WHERE IS THE DM!?"
}
] |
[
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "It's early summer. Much of the mud on the roads has dried, and the flowers are all in full bloom. The sun shines warmly during the day and it is pleasantly temperate at night.\n\nYou've traveled north for two days now, you're certain that you should hit the ruins themselves tomorrow. The village of Oakhurst, you've heard, is another day to the north. The road between the ruins and the city is disused, now refered to as the Old Road, with the New Road running east/west through the city.\n\nYou have just made camp, and it's time for dinner."
},
{
"author": "Mephe",
"message": "Xict-Rict sticks a single paw in his backpack, rummaging around for food. Finding none, he decides he needs the use of both paws to thouroughly examine his pack. It is not until his entire head is subsumed in the backpack that he realises: he did not pack enough food.\n Flatfoot! What were you thinking, packing so little? Nevermind, I'll just have to go find something. \nStuffing the contents of the pack back in their proper place, Xict-Rict dons the pack, declaring, \"I'm going to go find a river, with any luck we'll have fresh fish tonight.\" And with that, he sets off in to the adjoining woods, looking for any signs of a large body of water.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Survival Roll (1d20+8)[ 11 ](19) \n "
},
{
"author": "burntsolace",
"message": " Squat \n\nKeeping to himself as he has for most of the trip Squat was seated away from the rest of group. His back was turned to the rest of the group, watching the road. In his hand he holds and over sized branch which he has been using to torment a chipmunk earlier in the day."
},
{
"author": "dyslexicfaser",
"message": " Esthir \n\nEsthir sat as close to the fire as humanly (well, koboldly, anyway) possible without actually planting himself in the flames. He took a brief break from playing his pipes to wave goodbye to Xict-Rict before taking up his panflute again and resumed picking his way through a simple, cheery tune, interspersed with at least a few flat or off notes.\n\nHe wasn't actually very good, his instrument played with energy and enthusiasm rather than skill.\n\n \n Spoiler \nPerform: (1d20+2)[ 17 ](19) \n\n((EDIT: Huh. Maybe Esthir missed his calling as a bard, if he's gonna roll like that.))\n "
},
{
"author": "MammonAzrael",
"message": " Stirex \n\n\"Well, I don't know about the rest of you, but fish sound quite tasty,\" Stirex says, a bit loudly. A ditherbomb went off on him just last week, and his ears were nearly recovered.\n\n \n Spoiler \n[roll=Survival]1d20[/roll/\n\nGah, botched the roll\n "
},
{
"author": "MammonAzrael",
"message": " Stirex \n Survival - (1d20)[ 16 ] \n\nHe follows Xict into the forest in search of water and fish."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Zairrex \n \"Good luck, Xict-Rict\" calls Zairrex after his departing comrade, while he rummaged through his bag, looking for something.\n\n \"Crossbow Frame, Hammer, Cello, Pickaxe...\" he muttered, taking out the mentioned items as he went. \"Ah, wire!\" he finally exclaimed, producing the spool of trip wire.\n\nHe'd found a nice comfy spot to relax in later, (he'd spent nights sleeping on the workshop's cold stone floor before, and a little dirt was nothing through) and he was in the process of tapping in a few pegs around the campsite and running tripwire around to a bell next to his ear.\n\nHe returned to his possessions, thinking aloud. \"Why were the elders speaking in the language of the others? Do they mean to insult our heritage?\" asks the trapsmith to nobody in particular, as he stuffs his things back in the bag, pausing at the Cello.\n\nThe alarm was ready anyway, and why not?\n\nHe sat down near Esthir on a rock, planting the point into the dirt, and begins playing along with his comrade.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Craft - (1d20+14)[ 18 ] \n Perform - (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \n\nEDIT: Er, yeah. He's actually got a Cello. He used to have an Oboe, but I changed it.\n "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "There is a fairly fast moving river not far from where you stopped, it doesn't take long at all for Xict-Rict and Striex to find enough fish for the group."
},
{
"author": "DiscipleofBob",
"message": "Kekra also mostly kept to herself. She could've just as easily broken out some trail rations, but waited to see what Xict and Stirex would forage, and whether or not she could mooch off of them first. Otherwise, she took note of her many comrades for this journey to see who she could rely on. Mostly she just kept quiet and played the role of shy, easily impressed kobold girl, just so she would be underestimated for now."
},
{
"author": "Copacetic",
"message": " Jekran \n\nJekran does not say or do anything as his fellow party members unpack for the day. He simply lays down his backpack and sets up his bedroll near the roots of a tree. After doing that he goes off to hunt some Mushrooms and tubors for his own personnal food supply.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \"Survival Check\" - (1d20+7)[ 17 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "dyslexicfaser",
"message": " Esthir \n\nWhen the two kobold hunters return, Esthir paused in his duet - flashing Zairrex a smile as he did; few enough kobolds were interested in music - and cheered aloud whimsically: \"Fish! All hail the mighty hunters!\" \n\nHis tongue flicked out in anticipation, and he tried to give the pair puppy dog eyes from behind the smoked lenses of the goggles he wore even at night, obviously pleading for a share of their bounty. For fish - of which he was very fond - he had no problem debasing himself a little."
},
{
"author": "Mephe",
"message": " Xict-Rict \n \"Lovely, Esthir. You convey the pride and honor of our Dragon ancestors so well, I'm tempted to give you a double share. Too bad there's not enough for that.\" \nWith that remark, Xict-Rict dropped the net, which was filled to the point where everyone could have seconds, on the dirt. He grabbed a stick off the ground, and skewered one of the bigger morsels on the branch. Holding it over the fire, Xict-Rict announced \"Feel free to eat it however you like, but don't expect me to play cook every night,\" He said with the Kobold equivalent of a grin."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "Jekran easily finds some mushrooms and grubs, as well as a patch of early berries not very far from the camp site."
},
{
"author": "Copacetic",
"message": "((OOC: Tubors are the root of a plant, and are edible. Not worms. Just saying))\n\nJekran grabs some berries and the mushrooms, but leaves the grubs. Holdng them up to his nose, he tries to determine if they're poisonous.\n\n \n Spoiler \n [roll= Knowledge(Nature)]1d20+3[/roll]\n "
},
{
"author": "Copacetic",
"message": "((OOC: Curses! I was foiled by the roller, and I don't even know what postroll count even means!))\n\n Knowledge - (1d20+3)[ 21 ] "
},
{
"author": "dyslexicfaser",
"message": " Esthir \n \"Pride and honor, thats me,\" Esthir agreed happily before snagging a fish and a stick for himself. He held it out before him, facing away from the camp, and drew in a huge breath.\n\nWhen he exhaled, flame erupted, charring the fish black in a handful of seconds.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFlame breath: (1d6)[ 3 ](3) \nTake that, fish!\n \n\n\nHe bit into his blackened fish with gusto, crunching happily."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "You're right of course, my bad. You find tubers in addition to the mushrooms and berries. The survival check you made counts as to them being safe to eat, although you're happy to roll the nature check as well."
},
{
"author": "Mephe",
"message": " \"Oh, are we showing off now? Well then, allow me...\" \nXict-Rict flicks the cooked fish up over his head. The food reaches its apex, and begins to plummet toward the dirt, only to be caught by what appears to be a scaly hound. Shifting back to a Kobold, Xict-Rict bites down on the fish and tears a chunk out of it.\n \"So, who's next?\" "
},
{
"author": "Copacetic",
"message": "Jekran\n\nJekran happily munches into one of the mushrooms, Before adding them into a pile of top of his bedroll. He then walks over to the fire and grabs a fish and begns cooking it with a stick."
},
{
"author": "DiscipleofBob",
"message": "Kekra smiles sweetly and grabs her fair share of the fish. \"Thank you very much.\" she says sweetly in what a kobold would find to be an attractive voice, but once the showing off starts, she goes off towards the edge of camp, avoiding the macho displays."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Zairrex \nZairrex laughs, putting down his Cello as the others play with the fish. Picking up a stick, he sharpens it to a point before impaling one of the fish on it.\n\n \"I would, comrade, but weight was at a premium and I haven't the bolts to spare.\" \n\nUsing a couple of sticks and a bit of twine, he props the fish up over the fire, using a largish stone tied to the other end as a counterweight, turning it every now and again with his foot.\n\nPicking the Cello up again, he continues to play."
},
{
"author": "MammonAzrael",
"message": " Stirex \n\nStirex laughs at the displays, spitting several fish to roast over the campfire. \"Well this should prove to be a fun outing!\" He happily munches some fish before bedding down for the night. \"I'll take last watch!\" "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Zairrex \nZairrex looks up.\n\n \"I, at least, am always on watch.\" he says, simply. He hadn't forgotten that there was a tripwire running around the camp rigged to a bell."
},
{
"author": "burntsolace",
"message": " Squat \n\nOnce the excitement dies down he walks over to the remain few fish sitting now in the mud. He brings his club down on it's head reducing it to fish paste. He holds the club over the fire just long enough to cook it and then he goes back to sitting by himself picking squished fish off his club.\n\nHe also sits up for a while watching over the camp."
},
{
"author": "dyslexicfaser",
"message": " Esthir \n\n \n Originally Posted by pingcode20 \n Zairrex \nZairrex looks up.\n\n \"I, at least, am always on watch.\" he says, simply. He hadn't forgotten that there was a tripwire running around the camp rigged to a bell. \n \n\n \"Okay then,\" Esthir declares. \"I'll leave this critical task in your capable hands.\" And he was most definitely not saying this just because he wanted a full night's sleep. That would be ridiculous. Esthir would have to be some kind of derelict, shiftless layabout to - oh, right. He is.\n\nThe Dragonfire Adept finds his bedroll and within moments is completely ensconced in its bright blue fabric. His voice drifts out of his cocoon of cloth: \"The ruins are nearby, right? We ought to come up with some kind of plan before we get there. I don't much like the thought of trying to fight our way through an entire tribe of goblins.\" \n\nWithin moments he is asleep, seemingly without a care in the world."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Zairrex \n \"Come, Comrade Esthir. There are enough of us to do 4 two hour shifts, and I do not believe any of the sorcerors have expended their magic - we can have two people awake and still all get six hours' sleep. Stirex has already volunteered for the morning. I will take first shift.\" \n\nZairrex calls after Esthir, running off to bed.\n\n \"Okay, you can have second shift if you are tired already.\" \n\nLooking around, he noticed Kekra sitting off to the side on her own. Didn't she know it was dangerous being away from the group so close to the lands of the goblins?\n\n \"Kekra, stay closer to the fire - we do not want to lose you because some goblin found you away from the group.\" \n\nTurning back to his food, he put down his Cello and began eating the slightly charred fish. \"You are still full of energy, are you not, Xict-Rict? You can take first watch with me.\" "
},
{
"author": "Mephe",
"message": " \"Why not, I have nothing else to do. The rest of you better sleep well, becuse I won't hesitate to change shifts in two hours.\" "
},
{
"author": "Copacetic",
"message": "Jekran tears a strip of meat of the fish he was cooking with his teeth. After chewing loudly and swallowing, he clears hs throat and speaks. I will take Second watch. Wake me when the moon reaches there. He points to a location next to two stars. He then finshes his fish, stuffing his excesses mushrooms and berries in his backpack. After that he grabs some sticks and leaves and stuffs them into his bedroll and places it near the fire. He then grabs a tree branch and tries to swng himself up.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n \"Climb check\" - (1d20+1)[ 14 ] Hopefully, that makes it up a branch.\n "
},
{
"author": "Mephe",
"message": " \"Sily fool,\" Xict-Rict whispered to Zairrex. \"Does he not know that the stars are restless and constanly moving through the heavens?\" "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nCorrect me if I'm wrong, I make this\n\n1st watch: Zairex and Xict-Rict\n2nd watch: Esthir and Jekran\n3rd watch:\n4th watch: Striex\n "
},
{
"author": "Copacetic",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Assuming that I got up.....\n \n\n\n\nJekran pulls himself over the branch and places his bow and arrows in a safe, secure spot. Placing hmself near them so he can reach them in an instant he closes his eyes. After a moment he calls to Xict-Rict\n\n If you have trouble remembering where the stars I pointed to are, just wake me when the moon has completed one third of its journey. "
},
{
"author": "burntsolace",
"message": " Squat \n\nSquat who is off by himself looks over at the group.\n\n \"Wake me up when you need me.\" \n\nAnd he rolls over to sleep, willing to be woken when ever he is needed."
},
{
"author": "DiscipleofBob",
"message": " Kekra \n\nKekra quietly picks a spot close to the center of the camp, between other kobolds, convinced that if something does attack in the night, it will at least have to go through the other party members first. She does not directly offer to take a watch, but if waked will do her fair share. Otherwise, she curls up tight in her bedroll and tries to fall asleep."
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Zairrex \nZairrex sits down on a rock, and hauls over his bag, taking out a small wood box with a couple of holes drilled in it. Taking out a couple of tools, he sets to work on some other contraption involving a coiled spring and a couple of gears, pausing occasionally to file a part a little more or tweak a peg.\n\n \"Well, Xict, I don't think I've had the opportunity to properly make your acquaintance - What do you do?\" he asks while he works away through the two hours."
},
{
"author": "Gnarnia",
"message": " Gnargok \n\nA rustling in the bushes nearby draws your attention. What appears to be the head of a rather scraggly looking dire rat pops up. A few moments later, the rest of Gnargok's head follows, revealing it to be merely his stupid dire-rat hat. Black lensed glasses cover his eyes... the height of kobold fashion.\n\nHe's followed closely by an enormous King Cobra, its head rising a full 5 feet above the ground as it peers around, it's tongue darting in and out, giving all the appearance that the druid is forever mere moments away from becoming its next meal.\n\n \"Gnargok back. Mmmm, who caughts fish?\" Without waiting for a reply, the kobold hungrily stuffs his face with whatever leftover scraps are still in the campsite, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.\n\n \"Gnargok watches from tree, yes? Yes, that best place for Gnargok.\" He spends the next few minutes trying to convince the snake to pull him up into a tree so he has a better spot to watch and an easier place to hide in case a hungry bear attacks the camp and eats everyone else.\n\n \n Spoiler \n(1d20+10 against DC 25 to 'push' an animal w/ animal handling skill. Includes +4 bonus for handling his own animal companion.\n\nRetries are allowed so he'll just take as many rolls as it takes to get a success.)\n "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "Everyone settles into trees or around fires for the night. The night is clear and pleasant.\n\nIt's about an hour until dawn when Striex hears a rustling in the bushes at the far end of the camp, and then suddenly the bell attached to the tripwire begins to tinkle (or gong depending on how big it is).\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'm guessing that both Striex (on watch) and Zairrex (who's right near the bell) both hear the warning. You've got about a round before they show up.\n \n\n\nAs the two wake the rest of the group, the rustling becomes louder. From out of the brambles, you can see a pair of... sticks. They are rushing toward you.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThat's initiative my friends, go ahead and roll. ((Edit: I've made a map and not I'm trying to figure out how to get it hosted. I'm kind of stupid in this area but I'm trying. Please bear with me 😦 ))\n "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Zairrex \nZairrex's eyes fly wide open under his smoked lenses, as his carefully prepared alarm bell rings next to his ear. Shaking off sleep (not a difficult task, given he was not of such a sleepy nature as some of his comrades), he fumbles in his pocket for the signal whistle, putting it to his lips and blowing sharply into it before ducking away to look for the intruder unobserved.\n\n Hide - (1d20+7)[ 21 ] \n Spot - (1d20+5)[ 14 ] \n Listen - (1d20+5)[ 25 ] \n Initiative - (1d20+3)[ 18 ] "
},
{
"author": "burntsolace",
"message": " Squat \n\nSquat rolls to his feet he has his stick in hand, looking at the stick rushing towards him.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "dyslexicfaser",
"message": " Esthir \n\nEsthir is awakened by a shrill whistle blast and fumbles around a bit in his bedroll before managing to stand. He looks up in time to see two sticks attack the camp.\n\nHe blinks, rubs his eyes in disbelief, and prepares for battle.\n\n (1d20+3)[ 10 ](13) "
},
{
"author": "Gnarnia",
"message": " Gnargok \n\nGnargok awakens with a start.\n\n \"What? Huh? Who? Huh?\" \n\nSeeing the approaching sticks, he springs into action, sort of, considering that he's up a tree.\n\n Initiative : (1d20+3)[ 16 ] \n\nHe also tries to recollect if he's seen anything like the sticks before.\n\n Knowledge: Nature : (1d20+9)[ 14 ] "
},
{
"author": "Copacetic",
"message": "Jekran snaps awake. He grabs his bow and aims it right at the oncoming sticks\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n Init - (1d20+4)[ 23 ] Ready acton to Attack the sticks if they try to attack anyone\n "
},
{
"author": "Mephe",
"message": "(OOC: I assume we weren't sleeping in our armor.)\n\nClawing out of his sleeping bag, Xict-Rict shifts in to his scaled dog predater form, ready to react to anything coming his way.\n Intiative: (1d20+5)[ 6 ](11) "
},
{
"author": "DiscipleofBob",
"message": "Kekra stands up and shuffles into her armor as fast as possible.\n\n Initiative: \n (1d20+3)[ 14 ] "
},
{
"author": "MammonAzrael",
"message": " Stirex \n HP - 10/10\n AC - 19\n Int - (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \n\nStirex grins in the darkness, glad that his morning has started off with something volunteering itself to be blown up.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nStirex readies a Ray of Frost in the round he hears the alarm and unleashes it as soon as one of the \"sticks\" makes a threatening move.\n\n \"Ranged Touch Attack\" - (1d20+4)[ 8 ] \n \"RoF cold damage\" - (1d3+3)[ 5 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nWell, Zairrex would be, because it's just light armour and I noted earlier that he was relying on it in lieu of packing a bedroll.\n \n\n Zairrex \nZairrex's polished dark glasses slowly rise from his hiding place, peering at the two 'sticks', and noting his compatriots' seeming fixation with the moving pieces of ex-foliage, he lowered his head back into his hiding place.\n\n Move Silently - (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \n\nUnsheathing his dagger, he makes his way around the tripwire line to where the sticks came from."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "((Sorry for the delay folks, I won't tell you a sob story but a whole lot of life kinda got in the way))\n\n Gnarok \n \n Spoiler \nYou've never heard of anything like this before, not even a rumor\n \n\n Initiative Order \n \n Spoiler \n\nJekran 23\nStriex 18\nZairrex 18\n(both Striex and Zairrex have a 16 dex, which is how I would normally resolve a tie.)\nGnarok 16\nSquat 14 (18 dex)\nKekra 14 (17 dex)\n Sticks 12 \nXict-Rict 11\nEsthir 10\n \n\n\nJekran, Striex and Zairrex are up\n\n Map \n \n Spoiler \n Okay, please bear with me here, this is the first time I've tried to do something like this on the computer, and it took me two days to figure out how to upload it. I'm not really a moron, I promise. Map \n "
},
{
"author": "Copacetic",
"message": "((OOC: I'm sad you have a sob story Zimmia, I hope it gets better. Also, I could hopefully help with the Computer issues.))\n\nJekran trains his arrow on Stick number one, if it makes any offensive actions he shoots at it. Squinting his eyes, he tries to see if there is anything else nearby the sticks.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n \"Spot Check\" - (1d20+7)[ 9 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": "((Er, I can't see the map.))"
},
{
"author": "dyslexicfaser",
"message": "((OOC: Works fine for me.))\n\n \"We're being attacked by animated wood?\" Esthir wondered aloud, struck by the bizarre incongruity of it. But he knew well how to deal with things that burned easily: he drew in a breath, and exhaled fire.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFire breath: (1d6)[ 2 ] \nIf we actually get to his turn, he'll try and catch both sticks in a 15' cone if he can, but if that's impossible or he'd end up hitting a kobold, he'll just hit one as a 30' line attack. They get a Reflex save with a DC of 12 to take half damage.\n "
},
{
"author": "burntsolace",
"message": " Squat \n\n(When his spot in the initiative comes up)\n\nHe will charge the sticks and attack them with his stick. Screaming bloody murder at the top of his tiny little lungs.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nattack (1d20+5)[ 25 ] damage (1d8)[ 8 ] \n "
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{
"author": "burntsolace",
"message": " squat \n \n Spoiler \n\ndue to critical hit extra damage (1d8)[ 4 ] \n "
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{
"author": "DiscipleofBob",
"message": " Kekra \n\nKekra casts Detect Magic on the sticks and the area behind them. She sincerely doubted that these \"sticks\" were just natural enemies. Then again, she'd heard weird things about the outside world."
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{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Round1 \n\nJekran raises his bow, ready to fire if the sticks appear hostile.\n\nStriex unleashes a Ray of Frost at one of the sticks, which swooshes past its body\n\nZairrex blends into the night and makes his way to the sticks\n\n \n Spoiler \n I've changed my mind, everyone can post actions when they can and I'll put them in order when everyone's gone. Gnarok and Mephe are up 🙂\n\nMap (if you need to be in a different space, just let me know):\n \n "
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{
"author": "Gnarnia",
"message": "Gnargok wonders to himself why he climbed a tree when he lacks ranged weaponry.\n\nHe commands his snake to attack stick number 1, and works his way down out of the tree.\n\n(Double move for Gnargok which should get him on the ground at the same tree if he takes 10 on his climb checks. His snake will double move as well (and has a climb speed) to it should end up about 30' northwest of the tree he's in now.)"
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"author": "MammonAzrael",
"message": " Stirex \n HP - 10/10\n AC - 19\n Int - 18\n\nStirex moves closer to the sticks and unleashes an Acid Splash.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nObviously, this is all at my next initiative count.\n\nStirex moves to L-7 and launches an Acid Splash at the nearest stick.\n\n Ranged Touch Attack - (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \n Acid Damage - (1d3+3)[ 6 ] \n "
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"author": "Copacetic",
"message": "Jekran looks at his companions, srugs, and lets of an arrow from his bow at Stick no.1\n\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack - (1d20+6)[ 17 ] Damage - (1d6+2)[ 5 ] \n "
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"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nHmm, well, now that the map is readily visible, I'll have Zairrex use his action to double-move for 30' towards the west, since he's circling around, not approaching the sticks.\n "
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{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Round One \n\nNow that the group has had a chance to study these sticks, that’s still what they appear to be. They are about the same height as an average kobold and their twigs come together to form sinister looking arms.\n\n Jekkran sees the sticks burst out into the clearing and looses an arrow at it, damaging it. In response it makes an angry gesture at him.\n\n Striex hurls a Ray of Frost at the sticks, but it misses.\n\n Zairrex moves stealithy to investigate and hopefully offer a flank.\n\n Gnarok climbs down from the tree, landing beside it. He sends his viper forward and it closes a great deal of the distance.\n\n Squat charges the sticks, swings his own branch and watches as it becomes a shower of splinters!\n\n Kekra casts Detect Magic and sends her gaze toward the sticks. They do not radiate any magic at all – they aren’t created or animated.\n\nThe remaining stick growls evilly at Squat and slashes at him with its two claws, missing him both times\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attacks: EDIT: I rolled a 13 in the OOC thread [roll]1d20][/roll] and (1d20)[ 13 ] damage (1d2)[ 2 ] and (1d2)[ 1 ] \n\nFor any attack that lands, Squat must make a DC 16 fort save or take another point of damage.\n\nFort save (for time purposes) (1d20+2)[ 14 ] and (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \n \n\n\nYou now also hear angry twittering coming from the north and the north northeast.\n\n Xict-Rict , having shifted to his alternate form, moves toward the sticks\n\n Esthir sends out a line of Fire Breath toward the remaining stick, taking a point of damage\n\n \n Spoiler \n Reflex save for ½ damage: (1d20+1)[ 15 ] \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n \n "
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"author": "Mephe",
"message": "Xict-Rict pounces on the nearest stick and clamps own with his jaws, attemping to split the wooden crature in half.\n \n Spoiler \n Attack: (1d20+4)[ 7 ](11) Damage: (1d4+3)[ 3 ](6) \n "
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{
"author": "burntsolace",
"message": " Squat \n\nSquat spits on the ground. \"Wake up for tooth picks... too easy.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nLather Rinse and Repeat!\nattack (1d20+5)[ 9 ] Damage (1d8)[ 2 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "pingcode20",
"message": " Zairrex \nWithout so much as a rustle, Zairrex carefully moves ahead a further 30'. While the possibility for a sneak attack was clearly impossible, if there were others responsible for this he'd catch them."
},
{
"author": "Gnarnia",
"message": "Gnargok whistles to get his snake's attention and the pair of them move towards the sound of the twittering (double moves for both of them. Gnargok moves 30' and the snake only 20' so hopefully he can catch up this round)."
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{
"author": "Copacetic",
"message": "Jekran Takes a step backwards and Points his bow at the Nearest twitering sound and Loosens an arrow into it.\n\n\n\n[spoiler] If I need it roll, here it is: Attack - (1d20+6)[ 20 ] Damage - (1d6+2)[ 6 ] "
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"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 17: Kale vs. Dunkin \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Kale - Qworg \n Dunkin - Damionte \n All combatants, please roll initiative. "
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{
"author": "Damionte",
"message": "Dinkin Round-0 Initiative\n\n (1d20+2)[ 15 ] "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " High Ref Paladin Latham \n\nDue to inactivity, Kale is disqualified.\n\n Dunkin is declared the winner and recieves his due. "
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{
"author": "Damionte",
"message": "Yeah !\n\n...\n\n..\n\n."
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"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "Welcome to the IC thread for Sunless Citadel.\n\nIt is not too far after the start of winter. The temperature in the daytime hovers in the low 40's and plunges below freezing at night. Intermittant snow squalls during the night hours are mush by midday making travel less than pleasant.\n\nFor your first post, please indicate your arrival or how long you've been here in the town of Oakhurst. You'll most likely find yourself in the 'Ol Boar Inn \n Town Details \n \n Spoiler \n The town of Oakburst is nothing to really write home about, although the people have a great deal of pride in their hamlet, with about 900 or so people calling it home. There is really only one road running east-west through the town which boasts all the usual ammenities one would expect.\n "
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{
"author": "Valgunn",
"message": "Slowly Seraphine sloshes through the mush occasionally prying her boots from the mush. Damn weather. She thought to herself. It's not even snowy enough to make snowmen. I mean what is the point of snow if you can't make snowmen! She continued forward until she caught the familiar sight of the Ol' Boar Inn; it was home for now, as long as now consisted of mushy roads. Brightening up at the thought of a warm meal, a warm bed, and maybe some warm company, Sera quickened her pace; her purple skirt flapping about, while her long underwear kept her warm.\n\nUnfortunately for Sera amidst her hopes for warm things of great variety, she forgot a rather large puddle on the road, and the results are needless to say. Now shivering Sera tried her best to wipe the mush from her overtunic, then wringing out her cloak and hat before setting off to warm places with an optimistic grin."
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{
"author": "MeklorIlavator",
"message": "Ilidan sees the small figure in the distance fall into a mud puddle, feeling a twinge of pity for whoever just got drenched in this weather, but continues on his way into town. It seems to be no more than another one of the small farming communities that spring up around a road. He notices the small figure go into what looks to be an inn, likely the only one in the hamlet. Doesn't look like much, likely don't even have any proper wine. Ahh well, beggars can't be choosers, and at lest I'll be inside, with warm food. Ilidan makes it to the inn without incident, avoiding the puddles, and quickly enters. Once inside he takes a seat by the fire, feeling the warmth spread through his limbs."
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"author": "Inspectre",
"message": "Gerard wearily trudges into town from the east road, clutching his grey woolen cloak about him even more tightly as a cold blast of wind is funneled down along the road by the buildings on either side. He had already endured several days of this sort of weather, and having lived in this region all his life, was adequately prepared for it.\n\nStill, the sudden snowfall that had appeared late last night was an unwelcome surprise, and numerous clumps of snow crystals still doggedly clung to the heavy woolen blanket draped across the young man's backpack. His bedroll and cloak were similarly damp, making the warm glow coming from the building up ahead particularly inviting.\n\nNow within clear sight of his goal, Gerard stops a moment to shuffle the weight of his bungling backpack around, his aching shoulders grateful for the momentary respite as the weight is redistributed. The weight of a backpack was familiar to Gerard's shoulders, trained to accept the stress without complaint after numerous short hiking trips out into the calm wilderness around the druid's grove. However, Gerard had thrown on a lot of extra weight for this trip: mostly odds and ends that he thought might prove useful for an extended expedition. Without being able to ask any more experienced explorers before setting out, he had been forced to rely on common sense and the faith that even the most esoteric item might one day prove to be the most important item packed of all.\n\nGerard is about to set out again towards the glow of the town's inn when a low chuffing reaches his ears. Looking down and to his right, Gerard sees the source of the sound as a mass of black and white fur waddles up to stand beside him, flicking icy mush off of each of its powerful ebony claws with an air of distaste. Seeing his travel companion display such a human trait brought a smile of amusement to Gerard's face, although he was careful to keep his tone even as he addressed the badger: Black Claw was quite sensitive. \"Only a little farther old friend, then we can both have a nice rest by the fire.\" \n\nIf the animal understood him, it gave no sign, although it did hang its head in resignation as it struggled to keep up with its master as he set off towards the inn once more, chuffing and wheezing the entire way.\n\nAs Gerard approached the inn, he noticed two small figures also moving towards its front door, equally eager to get out of the cold if their movements were any indication.\n\n Children from the village? Hmm . . . no, even at this distance I can see they've got some sort of traveling gear with them. Aren't children supposed to frolic about, too? So - dwarves, maybe? Or halflings? Well, I suppose I will find out in a few minutes . . . maybe they're explorers like me! Oh, that would be just capital, finding a group of like-minded individuals already, with plans to explore those ruins already in the works! Ok, that is probably too much to hope. You're getting ahead of yourself Gerard. First, get into the inn. Next, warm up and dry out. Then worry about the rest. \n\nGerard rapidly crosses the remaining distance to the inn, stopping at the door to wait for Black Claw to catch up and once again fling mushy snow from his claws. He then opens the door, smiling as a faint blast of warm air wafts past his face, and allows his furry friend to precede him into the entry room of the inn before stepping in behind Black Claw and firmly pulling the door shut."
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{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Diago \n\nDiago is in a good mood. It had been just over a month since he had left the city and the roaming life suited him. strengthening his muscles and shedding excess fat. And he barely had to look to look to find inspiration for his art. Diago went to take another gulp of beer. \"Damn.\" He muttered, at the discovery that the flagon had run dry. He sighed and pushed it away. Perhaps I should hold off on the ale, he thought to himself. Only been here just over an hour. Four should be enough. \n\nThe roads hadn't exactly been anything to write home about. ( Not that I would. Stupid letters, and I'm not sending anything \"home\" that isn't bloody. ) And he had been thankful to reach the Ale bear inn Or whatever that sign said. As he mused over this a drenched halfling walked in the door. Diago couldn't help chuckling, and instantly set himself to thinking how he could paint this scene.\""
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{
"author": "Arjuna",
"message": "Dagoth\n\nDagoth is seated in his room with a book open in front off him. Scratchy noises come from his quill as it jots down his collected memories of the night before.\n\n Day 4 in Oakhurst\nGosh this place reminds me of home. I guess this is the reason I've been here for the past three days. Oakhurst is nearly as big as home. Of course its nothing compared to the village that was attached to the church. Travelers come and go, and their business remains a mystery to me.\n\nI spoke to the town healer the other day. She brought up this local myth of city beneath the ground. Ill not put much faith into that until I see it of course...\n\nStill there is disturbing news of a magical fruit. The town healer, blessed of Pelor, told me of a strange fruit that they buy every few years from some goblins. This fruit has been apparently known to heal and poison with equal chance.\n\nI don't believe in the chance it was a clergy of Pelor delivering this mystery into my lap. And that too while I am deep into my journey. I shall ahve to investigate - Maybe I can gather some help... \n\nDagoth looks up from his book with a bored expression. He moves to close his book, getting up of the short table. Packing it away neatly, Dagoth picks up his backpack and puts it on his back.\n\nDagoth murmured a quick prayer for this weather to let up, let some sun shine through and slid downstairs.\n\" Hey I'll be back in a jiff, k? \" Dagoth says to the innkeeper as he steps into the common room. Looking down at his feet Dagoth spies something black and white shuffling on the floor right in front of him.\n\"Ahh! What the -\" startled he exclaims. He takes a couple of steps back and tries to shoo the animal, whatever it was."
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"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Diago \n\nDiago chuckled again as the cleric attempted to get rid of the curious badger. \"This will be an interesting picture. he mutters under his breath before standing and walking over to the cleric and the badger's apparent owner.\n\n \"Not an animal man, I take it preacher.\" Diago said leaning down to scratch the tiny animal's ear. The large man smiled and straightened up from his crouch. Speaking to the two humans and the halfling he said. \"I'm Diago. Sorry to intrude, but you strike me as wanderers. I was wondering if you might have some news?\" "
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{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "The old innkeeper behind the bar looks moderately surprised as the drenched halfling troops into his inn, followed by another. \" Anna !\" he raises his voice and then bends over to continue his inventory. Shortly afterward, the door from the kitchen opens and a tavern barmaid emerges from it.\n\nThe young woman takes one look at the situation and flits back to the kitchen before approaching the sodden mass that is a halfling woman, laying a dish towel on the table beside her. It's not particularly nice quality but it is clean and dry. \" Welcome to the 'Ol Boar. What can I get you? \" she asks brightly.\n\nAfter she takes the womans order she turns to the other halfling by the fire. \" Seems like it might be a busy day ,\" she comments with a smile. \" What can I get you, good sir ?\"\n\n\" Oy! You! Get that thing out of my inn! \" comes the startled call of the innkeeper as the door opens once more. He is staring with a good deal of distaste at something out of sight down near the floor. Anna raises one finger at the man and then crosses to the door. \" I'll not have pets making messes all over my floor ,\" the bartender says stubbornly.\n\nAnna, quite short by human standards, puts her hands on her hips and stares with hard eyes at the old man, who stands almost six feet tall, after glancing at the badger in question. \" Has your old age made you blind as well as cranky? Just look at them - this is obviously no pet. Heck, it's even wiping it's 'feet' before it comes in. That's a lot more than you can say about a lot of your regulars that come in here. \" A long look passes between them and finally the innkeeper shrugs.\n\n\" You're the one who'll have to clean it up I guess, \" he says to Anna and then turns to the man who came in with the badger. \" But if he makes a mess I charge you double, you hear? \" he comments, his words still blunt but much of the fire having gone out of his voice. He can be heard muttering under his breath as he moves to the far end of the bar.\n\n\" I hope you don't mind him too much ,\" Anna says as she points to the mostly empty bar area. \" His bark is worse than his bite. Please, sit anywhere. \""
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"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Diago \n\nDiago grinned. \"This place is amazing.\" he said under his breath. Looking down he noticed his own feat were not up to the badger's standard. \"Er excuse me one moment.\" He said. He quickly slipped outside and got most of the hard mud off of his boots, before returning."
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"author": "MeklorIlavator",
"message": "Ilidan gave a short bark of a laugh, seeing the cleric attempt to shoo away the badger. If that badger wants to stay in here, its going to take more than a few words and some weak gestures to make it move on. Still, why would a badger want to be in here? They don't like crowds. \nIntrigued, Ilidan gets up and focuses for a second, thinking back to the woods near his home. When he starts forward toward the badger, there is a slight bluish tinge to his eyes. Ignoring the big folk, he speaks directly to the badger.\n\" Hey there. What are you doing in here? \"\n\nNoticing Anna's question for the first time, Ilidan looks up from the badger.\n\" I think I'll have some soup if you have any, and a cup of beer. \"\n \n Spoiler \nUse invocation Call of the Beast . Last 24 hours. Grants wild empathy as a druid of my level, plus speak with animals , as the spell.\n\nDarn. Taking a while to finally make one's post can be a bad thing.\n "
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"author": "Arjuna",
"message": "Seeing the man who called himself Diago pet the badger, Dagoth felt midly assured. Badgers were hell around any vegetable patch and right nasty when poked wrongly.\nDagoth sidesteps the badger and walks out of the inn catching hold of Diago by the shoulders on his way in.\n\n\" My name is Dagoth, \" he says. \" I am a cleric of Pelor - and well I'm here to help, \" he says with a weak smile. \" Uhh apparently the healer tells me of strange happenings around this village. I would like to help, but I would need some company. Would you care to aid me? I am on my way to seek the healers blessing and get directions. Maybe provisions. \"\n\n\n(( I edited my first post a little ))"
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"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "Anna nods to Ilidan and heads for the kitchen. Soon she comes back with a tray. The beer she sets down looks passable at best although the soup is rich and smells lovely. She sets the bow, a spoon and a large chunk of warm bread before him."
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{
"author": "Valgunn",
"message": "Quickly taking the towel Anna had brought she thanked her; always glad of assistance. \"I'll have anything piping hot. Oh, and some warm cider please.\" She said gratefully, then wrapping the towel around her she clambered onto the nearest chair. Oh! A badger! I haven’t seen a badger for ages! Jumping off the chair still clinging to her towel she half walked half jumped over to the badger oblivious to everything but the badger and the man with it. “That's a very pretty badger, what’s his name?” She said to the man with the badger, holding out her small hand, smiling up at him."
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"author": "Inspectre",
"message": "Immediately upon entry, Gerard stops as he is verbally accosted by the innkeep. Groaning inwardly, he attempts to allay the man's fears, trying to keep the quaver out of his voice as his speaks, his mind racing to come up with the right words. \"I-I assure y-you sir, any m-messes he makes w-will be c-cleaned up by me p-p-personally. And y-yes, we'll p-p-pay double.\" Hoping that was enough for the man, Gerard turns back to his furry friend to find him gone.\n\nMeanwhile, Black Claw had moved deeper into the inn and away from the door before any chuckleheads could open it and send an icy blast of outside air into the room. Stopping as a clumsy human nearly collides with him, Black Claw looks up expectantly at him. Apparently, being shooed was not what the animal was looking for, and it plants itself more firmly in his path, the fur on its back starting to rise.\n\nFortunately, another man arrives to calm the dispute, leaning down to scratch the badger behind the ear. It gives a snort of pleasure, lowering its fur and twisting its head around so that the man can more easily reach its other ear. Finally, as their reward, the badger shakes its damp fur, spraying both men with icy droplets of water.\n\n \"B-Black Claw!\" Gerard admonishes, having found his friend just in time to see this latest mischief he had gotten into. \"I-I'm sorry, he can be a l-little uncouth at times.\" Gerard said to the two men, a warmth starting to work its way up into his cheeks.\n\nSince both men introduced themselves, Gerard felt obligated to do the same.\n \"I'm Gerard Velant, explorer. This is Black Claw, my traveling companion. And um, our business is our own.\" \n \"Our business is our own?\" You twit! They could both be fellow explorers! Why didn't you ask them for help instead? \"Our business is our own\", indeed! \n\nWincing from his inward monologue, Gerard watches slightly as the two men leave for the front door, although he is not alone for long as one of the small beings walks over.\n\n No, definitely not a child. Not a dwarf either, they always have big bushy beards, don't they? Guess halfling it is, then. Hey, that's odd. He's not speaking to me, but Black Claw. And did Black Claw just answer him? Fellow druid? I don't remember seeing him around at the druid's grove . . . \n\nBlack Claw looks up at the halfling as it approaches, and listens intently as he starts speaking. A moment later, the badger chuffs a response.\n\n \n Spoiler \nGoing to just use normal black for Black Claw, because . . . well yeah. 😉\n \n\n\n\"Hey there! Gettin' out o' the cold, just like ya. Name's Black Claw, and this chucklehead standing besides me is Gerard Velant, my charge. He's not too bright about some things, but he's a good kid, so you better treat him right. Oh, hey, incoming.\"\n\nThe badger, along with Gerard, turn to face the other approaching halfling, apparently quite happy to see them for whatever reason. While Gerard awkwardly leans down to shake the lady's hand, Black Claw shuffles down to stand directly at her feet, looking at her expectantly. He then lowers his head and extends it towards her, making sure his ears are the closest thing.\n\n \"Uh, Black Claw. And I, um, I'm Gerard! Gerard Velant, at your service! Oh dear, that came out wrong. I didn't mean to imply that you needed my help or anything, you definitely look like you can take care of yourself! What I, uh, meant to s-say w-was g-g-greetings!\" Gerard blurted out, forcing a pained smile onto his face at the end while cursing inwardly."
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"author": "Valgunn",
"message": "Stifling a laugh, she beamed up at him. “I like you. My name is Seraphina, Seraphina Tealeaf, but everyone calls me Sera.” Realizing that the badger wanted to be scratched behind the ear, she eagerly obliged. Looking up to get a better look at her new friend she saw that he was beginning to blush, just a little bit. Smiling even more and stifling yet another laugh she clambered onto a nearby chair so she could get a better view of these strange new people.\n\nRight in front of her was Gerard. He seems nice, if a little daft. I mean look at how heavy that bag is! He must not get out much at all. Turning from Gerard she looked down towards the Halfling who was talking with Black Claw. He seems alright, cute, but something aboout those eyes, deep, powerful. Shaking herself of, she continued on the look at the second human who had tried to shoo poor Black Claw, and then bumped right into poor Gerard. Holy men, so serious all the time, I do hope this one has a sense of humor to him. Thinking on and then noticing his red hair, this piqued her curiosity, but he had been very rude, so she then turned back to Gerard. “So, what’re you doing in Oakhurst?” "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "Anna heads back into the kitchen and returns with another bowl of the hearty soup, a large chunk of bread and a steaming cup of cider for the woman, setting it all down where she was sitting and spends a moment watching the group with interest before returning to the kitchen."
},
{
"author": "MeklorIlavator",
"message": "Seeing the badger turn his attention to the others, Ilidan realizes that he's being somewhat rude, seeming to just ignore them. He turns to the badgers charge, \" Hello, I'm Ilidan Quickfoot. \" turning to Gerard he continues\" Your friend Black Claw seems nice. Very level headed \", and then turns to the other Halfling. \" I'm sorry, but I didn't quite catch your name. \" Waiting for he response, he sits at the table the others had gathered around.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'm going to assume that the Barmaid set the soup/drink at this table, as I haven't really moved since she delivered it.\n "
},
{
"author": "Inspectre",
"message": "Gerard nods his head at Seraphina, his smile slowly becoming more relaxed. \"Nice to meet you, Seraph - er, Sera.\" As the little group shifts over to one of the nearby empty tables, Gerard turns his attention back to the other halfling who had just introduced himself.\n\nExtending his right hand outward to the halfling, and then downward a bit after he realizes it might be a bit of a stretch for the halfling to reach his hand, Gerard nods at him. \"Gerard Velant. Thank you for the compliment; my friend certainly enjoys frequent praise.\" \n\nThe badger meanwhile has moved to the table with the little group, sadly moving away from the nice ear-scratching halfling to curl up underneath the chair Gerard was about to sit in. Carefully shrugging off his pack before lowering it to the floor next to his chair with a grunt, Gerard eagerly plops down in the chair, happy to give his feet a brief respite.\n\nWaving at the innkeep's wife as she deposits another set of food down onto the table, Gerard hesitantly asks \"Excuse me, but c-could I have some of what they're having? Oh, and perhaps a small piece of mutton as well? Th-thank you!\" \n\nTurning back to Sera, Gerard thinks for a moment before answering her question. Should I tell these two what I'm really doing here? Well, why not? Maybe they've heard something about the ruins in their travels as well. \n\nCoughing a moment to clear his throat, Gerard says, \"W-Well, I'm an explorer, I guess you could say. I heard some r-rumors about some ruins near Oakhurst, and wanted to learn some m-more. Do you know anything about them?\" "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "Anna once again scurries into the kitchen and returns with a tray with soup, bread, ale cup and a plate with the roast meat on it. She sets it down with a smile and then leans in closer. \" Been a while since we'vea had outsiders askin' about the place. Tha' story ain't nosed about too much since...\" \n\n\" Anna !\" roars the innkeeper, towel in hand and with a reddening face.\n\nAnna responds with a phrase so heavily accented as not to be distinguished. She shoots him a look, rolls her eyes and then heads back to the kitchen. \" Best be puttin' some more bread down a' this rate ,\" she says in a cheerful voice as she leaves the room.\n\n \n Spoiler \n The food and drink at the 'Ol Boar is an exercise in contradiction. The soup is flavorful and rich, as are the bread and cider. The ale is only slightly better than pond water and the mutton tastes as though it was several years too late to the block, although it is spiced well to try and hide the flavor of the meat.\n "
},
{
"author": "MeklorIlavator",
"message": "\" Ruins? No I haven't really heard about any ruins, but I just arrived here. I'm just seeing whats out there. Were you sent by your order? \" Well, Things have been rather dull recently. Maybe I can hook up with them in investigating these ruins. \nIlidan begins to eat while waiting for a response, and he finds the soup surprisingly good, the beer, less so."
},
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"author": "Valgunn",
"message": " “Hold that thought, while I get my food.” Getting off her chair she fetched her food and brought it back, setting it down on the table and sitting on her chair. Taking a gulp from her cider she began to feel its affects as she warmed up. “My name is Seraphina Tealeaf or Sera if you like. Quickfoot? I think I had a cousin called Quickfoot, or was he Proudfoot, his first name was Milo anyway, know him?” She said answering Ilidan’s question while taking another gulp of cider and a few spoons full of soup.\n\nTurning to Gerard as he spoke, she listened intently to him while she continued to eat her dinner. After hearing what he said she thought for a moment. Ruins near Oakhurst? Does he mean that fortress thing, sunken something? “Do you mean the ruins just a little way out of town?” Clearing her head she began to get a clearer picture. She thought those were just some mangy ruins, nothing to get exited about, but if it's worth a look. \"If you're going there, mind if I tag along, I've been bored out of my mind eversince the roads got too mushy for poor ol' me to travel on.\" "
},
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"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Diago \n \"Of course. I'm not really going anywhere other then circumstances take me. And I would like to help. Having successfully rid himself of the mud on his boots, Diago turns to face the man. \"This wouldn't be related to those ruins they are talking about?\" He asked, indicating the nearby table, with a backwards swing of his head."
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"author": "Inspectre",
"message": "Gerard smiles as Anna brings a tray full of steaming food out to the table, including the hunk of mutton that he had asked for. He simply stares at her in shock as she mentions the ruins, but before he can ask questions a bellow from her husband the innkeep silences her.\n\n Perhaps I should talk to her later. Probably away from her husband, it doesn't seem like he likes gossip much . . . \n\nShaking himself, Gerard returns to the matter at hand: food. Using his dagger, Gerard slices off a few chunks from the mutton, dropping them down onto the floor in front of Black Claw's nose. The badger immediately leans out from his hiding spot to sniff at the mutton, turning away with disdain for a moment as he realizes that it's rather old. However, hunger eventually overcomes taste and the badger snaps up a chunk, swallowing quickly before moving on to the next.\n\nMeanwhile, Gerard is also quickly inhaling his food, tearing off a chunk of bread to stuff in his mouth in order to cool it after shoveling several spoonfuls of hot soup in. Having just placed another such spoonful in his mouth, Gerard sputters and nearly chokes as he hears Ilidan's question.\n\n Should I tell them the truth? Well, this halfling fellow doesn't seem to be a druid despite his interest in Black Claw, and I haven't seen him at the grove before, so I doubt he's a member. Ah, why not? Better to be truthful now then later, after I've already told a lie. \n\nWiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Gerard takes a deep shuddering breath of air, and shakes his head. \"N-not as s-such, no. I'm here of m-my own ac-accord.\" \n\nTurning his head to look at Sera as she launches her latest question, Gerard nods an affirmative. \"I think so, yes. Unless there's other ruins just outside of Oakhurst? W-wouldn't that be something . . . \n\nGerard drifts off as the idea of multiple ruins around the little village appeals to him. Yes, he can see it now: a whole series of underground complexes circling the town, intricately connected by a series of tunnels, a veritable city lying underneath the very ground upon which they stood! . . . Gerard is shaken out of his daydreaming suddenly by Sera's mention that she would like to accompany him to investigate these ruins.\n\n \"R--r-really!?\" \n This is fantastic! Already I've found someone to go exploring with, just a few seconds after I took care of finding shelter and food, the first things on my to-do list! But, wait, am I really sure she should be coming along? It's a sad fact most of these ruins are often booby-trapped or inhabited by something unfriendly - even the truly monstrous beings have to live somewhere. It would be irresponsible to take her if she can't take care of herself. Better ask to make sure. \n \"Um . . . that's, ah, great to hear Sera. But are you sure? I don't really k-know m-much about this place. It could be d-dangerous. What are your q-qualifications?\" "
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"author": "Arjuna",
"message": "Recalling back the healer's words, Dagoth nods at the mention of the ruins.\n\n\" The healer told me that goblins infest these ruins. For the past 12 year years they have been auctioning off a fruit which has magical healing powers. The townspeople buy it every year at great cost to themselves. Maybe they are also looking for answers, \" he says.\n\n\" Let's go ask them, \" Dagoth turns around and walks around to meet the man with he badger and the halfling. Kneeling near the table, Dagoth says,\" Im sorry good sirs but I couldn't help over hear that yor are talking about some ruins. Are these the same ruins that are infested by goblins? I've heard many a strange tale of that place from the healer. \""
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"author": "Inspectre",
"message": "Black Claw notices the man's approach before Gerard does. Seemingly recognizing him as the one who had been rude to him earlier, he bristles and gives out a low growl. Hearing the badger's warning growl, Gerard shushes him and turns around just as the man reaches the table.\n\n \"Oh, h-hello.\" Gerard says simply, looking at the man somewhat cautiously. After he mentions the ruins, Gerard relaxes slightly. Gesturing at one of the empty chairs around the table, Gerard fixes what he hopes is an easy-going smile onto his face.\n\n \"Please, sit down sir. I'm not sure if we've all been properly introduced. My name is Gerard Velant, the halfling sitting over there is Ilidan Quickfoot, and this one is Seraphina Tealeaf. Gerard says, gesturing at each person currently sitting at the table in turn.\n\n \"Unless there is another set of ruins nearby, I imagine that our ruins are indeed one and the same. What sort of tales have you heard about from the healer, specifically?\" Gerard asks, his curiosity piqued as he had seemingly found yet another person who knew more about these ruins than he did."
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"author": "Valgunn",
"message": "Looking puzzled by Gerard question she leans back in her chair, this was the first time anyone had doubted her abilities. Well, I suppose I’m really good with a sword, and I’m quite the acrobat. Leaning forward she looked at him her head cocked to one side. “I’m a great swordswoman, and I doubt you’ll find a better acrobat for miles around.” Standing up she cimbs ontot eh back of and chair and balances there.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Balance Check : (1d20+8)[ 21 ] \nShe's balancing facing gerard, so on the chair lengthways, not like a tightrope.\n "
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"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Diago \n \"Well I suppose I better introduce myself again, for those that did not hear. I'm Diago. I'm afraid I know almost nothing of these ruins. However I like to see knew things. They tend to make for good inspiration for my painting. Diago called Anna over and asked for another ale, and remembering the unsatisfactory taste of the Mutton added: \"And some soup please.\" \n \"As for how I can help you. Well lets just say I know how to swing that thing.\" The big man said with a gesture towards the heavy Fail, he had left besides the door."
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"author": "Arjuna",
"message": "Hearing the growl from the badger, Dagoth moves back a little too quickly.\n\nAfter Seraphina settled down Dagoth continues.\n\n\" The town healer tells me that for the past 12 years, the goblins have sold to the townspeople a fruit that possesses great powers of healing that dwarf that of a cleric. But then there is a minute chance that that the fruit will poison than heal in some years. \"\n\nDagoth wonders if he should also talk about the strange occurrences surrounding the seedlings from the trees but he pays no mind to it. Probably the goblins up to no good.\n\n\" I for one am curious about this wondrous fruit. I wonder what could've spawned such fruits as well? Have any of you heard anything about this? \""
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"author": "souldoubt",
"message": " Relf (( Zimmia PMed me and said you had a drop-out and could use Relf's skills, so ready or not, here he comes ))\n\nChill wind blows in around him as Relf bursts through the door into the warmth of the Ol' Boar Inn . \"Moradin's beard, it's bloody miserable out there!\" he barks, unconsciously lapsing into the rough dwarf-style Common he'd picked up from his years living in a dwarven military encampment. Realizing that a lot of people are staring at him, he licks his lips self-consciously and falls silent.\n\nShaking off bits of snow, Relf unstraps his backpack, stuffed to bursting with supplies he \"borrowed\" from his former captors/benefactors in the dwarven army troop. Though the pack weighs nearly as much as he does, he hardly feels the weight of it after years on the campaign trail, and he swings it down from his sholder and props it by the door with practiced ease.\n\nRelf straightens and surveys the room for anyone who might be helpful in locating the ruins that nasty sneak goblin had blabbed about. Hmm... lessee... big people, they won't know anything... ooh, a halfling! And there's a cute girl halfing, too! Eh, she's probably with the grey-eyed fellow. Well, all the same, time's a-waistin'. Right-o, Relfy-me-lad: forward march. \n\nHeading straight for the female halfling, Relf grasps her hand and shakes it, looking her in the eye. \"Relf. Relf Sojourn. Leastways that's what they call me. Whoever 'they' are. Oh, and if you happen to see 'them,' give 'em a good swift kick in the knee for me, will ya? Calling a fellow names, outta be ashamed of 'them'-selves! By the by, you wouldn't have heard anything about any ruins hereabouts, Miss...?\" He starts to pause for her to give her name, but interrupts himself when he sees a black and white mass of fur curled under one of the big people's chairs. \"Hey, is that a badger ?\" Relf crouches down to get a better look at it. \"Well blow me down, you are a badger! You know, I wrestled a badger once when I was just a wee lad -- just a tiny infant, really. Woulda won too, 'cept he kept biting me. Bad form, biting in a wrestling match, don't you think?\" He looks back and forth expectantly between the halfling girl and the badger."
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"author": "Inspectre",
"message": "Gerard sits in stunned silence for a moment as he observes Sera balancing on the back of the chair, his mouth even dropping open a little in amazement. He is shaken out of his surprise by Diago's introduction.\n\n \"Well!\" Gerard exclaimed, looking back and forth between the balancing halfling and the tall muscular human who apparently knew how to use a flail quite well, and not just for threshing grain.\n\n \"I-I think you'd b-both make g-great additions, then!\" \n\nTurning to face Dagoth, Gerard listens with great interest as he relays stories he heard from the local healer about the goblins and their healing fruit.\n\n \"That's *quite* interesting. I've heard stories about goblins trading with small towns for various goods, but never a group of goblins with magical fruit for sale. Let me think.\" \n\nGerard leans back in his chair and lowers his head, staring at his remaining food as he sifts through his memory for any information about magical fruit, healing or otherwise.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI should like to make a Knowledge Nature check on magical fruits, and whether I've heard of anything like this before or not. Should I make the check here in a spoiler, in the OOC thread, or in a PM to you Zimmia? Total check modifier is 8, 4 Ranks, +2 Int, +2 from Nature Sense, if case you wished to make the check yourself. 😉\n \n\n\nA minute or two later, Gerard is interrupted from his thoughts by the arrival of another halfling to the table. And like the previous two halflings now seated around the table, one of the first things that catches his eye is Black Claw.\n\nBlack Claw's only reaction to this new traveler is to sleepily raise his head and look at Relf, blinking his eyes several times before extending his head out from underneath the chair and towards the halfling in his usual manner of greeting. More scratching of the ears was always nice.\n\nGerard, meanwhile, slightly recoils from this sudden guest, twisting about in his seat to get a good look at the halfling while simultaneously leaning back against the rim of the table. \"Y-yes, he is a b-b-badger. His n-name is Black Cl-Claw. And um, I w-w-wouldn't know. About th-the wr-wrestling and b-biting.\" "
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"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Diago \n\nDiago chuckled. And on barely succeeded in preventing himself from just exploding with laughter. \"This is the best thing to happen to me in years!\" He said. \"This will be a picture to damn well remember.\" Diago wiped a hand across his forehead before composing himself.\n\n \"It seems your in luck little man. In the space of the last fifteen minutes we seem to have randomly met and decided to take a look at these ruins.\" He said to the halfling. Grinning Diago just started mutter to himself about how he would paint this encounter."
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"author": "Valgunn",
"message": "Jumping down off the back of the chair she beamed up at Gerard. “Then we will go and have great adventures!” Smiling to herself she sat down and leaned back hoping they were in a livelier town. If we were somewhere else, we could go and have a whole load of fun before we set off. Finishing off her drink she just put her drink down when a new Halfling grasped her hand and shook it, she couldn’t help but stare into his blue eyes for a moment. Quickly breaking her stare she listened to him, chiming in at the end with “Tealeaf, Seraphina Tealeaf.” Watching his attention then drift to Black Claw she quickly went back to her meal trying cover up the fact she was blushing."
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"author": "Arjuna",
"message": "\" I think I will go ask for a map, or better yet directions to these Ruins, \" says Dagoth, smiling uneasily at the new comer.\n\n\" I'll go check with the healer as well. Would any of you like to tag along? \" giving the group a once over. Dagoth steps back, noticing for the first time that he sticks out like a sore thumb heightwise."
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"author": "souldoubt",
"message": " Relf \n\nRelf glances up critically at the human sitting on the chair above the much more interesting badger. \"No, I don't suppose you would know about wrestling, would you. Don't suppose you'd know about ruins, either.\" He adds mentally, Nor he doesn't obviously know anything about manners, for that matter. I was clearly talking to the badger and the young lady. \n\nThen the big grinning dark-haired human's comment catches Relf's attention. \"Wait, you mean you're all going to explore the ruins? That's fan tas tic! Count me in! I may just be a humble fur trapper from the north, but I've learned a thing or two on the trail. Lemme just snag a bite to eat and we can get underway quick as ya like. Innkeep! I'll have some hot soup in the biggest bloo-\" Relf censors himself, remembering there's at least one lady present \"-- in the biggest bowl you can spare. None of this 'halfling portion' nonsense, please! I've been a week on the road, and I'm starving and sick of trail rations.\" \n\nPulling up a chair, Relf addresses the third human. \"Map? Directions? Wouldn't it be easier to just follow some goblin tracks? That's how I found out about these ruins in the first place, anyhow. Tracked a bunch o' the nasty blighters for a ways and managed to overhear them talking about sunken ruins -- probably filled with treasure and suchlike. But I'm easy, so whichever way you wanna go at it.\" "
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"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "With an amused grin, Anna comes out from the kitchen with an oblong bowl so long it really could be called a trough, and it was filled with her soup. With it she brought half a loaf of bread. \" If this isn't enough, I can always fill it again ,\" she smirks and then turns back toward the kitchen."
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"author": "Inspectre",
"message": " \"I-I . . . know a l-little about r-ruins. J-just not s-so much about these.\" Gerard murmurs, and turns back to his soup with a frown.\n\n Was that a note of dismissal I heard in the halfling's voice just now? Hmph . . . what does he know about ruins that I don't? Bah, you're probably just imagining things again anyway. \n\nStill, Gerard keeps to himself for a few minutes, which gives him time to finish his dinner as well as Black Claw's. Feeling somewhat better now with a full stomach and a warm seat, Gerard nods at Dagoth.\n\n \"I would like to come! This fruit the goblins are selling sounds quite interesting.\" "
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"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Ol' Boar \n\nAt the afternoon begins to wear on, the 'regulars' start to pour into the Ol' Boar. Apparently there's some unwritten rule about when the drinking should start here in Oakhurst. The usual men file in, demand ale and then head for the fire. They stare at the group of newcomers with apathy, although they certainly are the topic of the evening.\n\nIt doesn't take much to notice that although the patrons will shout and be gruff with the innkeeper, they are unfailingly polite when speaking with Anna; there seems to be general consensus that if you want good food and to keep your wife out of the goings on there, one must be polite to her. They do, however, track snow and mud all over the floor.\n\n Shrine of Pelor \n\nDagoth, as you re-enter the shrine, you are met by the smiling face of \"Corkie\", the gnomish cleric. She doesn't have a map, but she says if you follow the Old Road to the south of the town, you will come to the ravine and the ruins."
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"author": "Arjuna",
"message": "\" Many thanks priestess. I will bring light to these dark ruins, \" he says beaming at the diminutive priestess.\n\nLooking back, he introduces Gerard to Corkie as one of the members of this expedition."
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"author": "MeklorIlavator",
"message": "Ilidan watched the new arrival come into the bar and approach his fellows at their table. He seems a nice enough fellow, and having this many of the \"little folk\" on the adventure should prove interesting. \nExtending an arm to shake the new halfling's hand, he couldn't help but notice the large(for a halfling) wrists, as sure indicator of strength.\n\" Hello Relf, I'm Ilidan Quickfoot. You already know a way to the ruins? That'll be very useful, as it sounds as though no one in this village knows a sure path, or at the very least they don't like to mention the place. \""
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"author": "souldoubt",
"message": "Relf shakes Ilidan's hand vigorously. \"Ilidan, huh? Had a cousin named 'Fillidan' once, sounds kinda the same, 'cept he got eaten by a bear. That was a hassle, since then we had to find the bear and cut it open to get ol' Fillie out, and the bear didn't much like that. \n \"Anyhow, I can't say as I actually know how to get to the ruins, but I might be able to find a way to get there and get in. Shouldn't be too hard, what with goblins trekking in and out. 'Course it might be worth the time it takes to find a less-used entrance.\" And gesturing to his food, \"Lemme just finish this lot off... oh, and help yourself, anyone who wants more. Think my eyes may have been bigger than my stomach -- or at least my mouth was!\" He laughs and tucks into the bowl of soup with a will, somehow managing to grin at Ilidan, wink at Seraphina, and send a military salute in Diago's direction, almost all at the same time."
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"author": "Inspectre",
"message": " \"O-oh. H-hello.\" Gerard stammers, offering his hand down to the gnomish healer after Dagoth's introduction.\n\n \"I-I'm a s-scholar of s-s-sorts, so I'm q-quite interested in this f-fruit. Wh-what can you t-tell me about it? H-have you done any s-studies on how it works? Tried to grow your own from the s-seeds?\" "
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"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Diago \n\nDiago chuckles at the talkative Halfling. \"Remind me never to swallow a halfling in that case.\" He said, idly returning the salute. In a much quieter tone he added. \"I thought gnomes were suppose to be the crazy short ones.\" Having finished off his ale, Diago turned his attention to the soup with a will."
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"author": "Arjuna",
"message": "\" Priestess Corkie told me about them. It turns out that they did try to grow those seeds, but they didn't get no results, \" Dagoth says off handedly.\n\" Apparently they disappeared before they grew tall. I think that goblins are up to no good, \" nodding absentmindedly."
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"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Shrine of Pelor \n\n“ Well now dearie ,” Corkie says to Gerard with a smile. “ I can tell you the bit that we know. Just about every year in midsummer the goblins auction off an apple. The fruit functions like a heal spell for whoever eats it. We have tried planting the seeds but instead of a tree, a load of twig-like bramble comes up instead. When these brambles get about 2 feet high they disappear. We can only guess that the goblins are stealing them back so we have to look to them for the fruit. Years ago, the goblins would also send along an apple in midwinter as well – only this one was dead white and was instant death for anyone who touched it. ” Here the gnome becomes very despondent and speaks in a quieter voice. “ I was there one year when a child picked it up thinking it was something special. Pelor protect us all from such a fate. Last year two apples were presented at midsummer, looking identical. One was that same poison we see in midwinter, although it’s unclear if these same goblins were involved in the appearance of this second fruit .”\n\n ‘Ol Boar \n\nAs more and more people crowd into the tavern the noise level gets predictably louder. There was instant silence as the door banged open and a tall, thin man entered.\n\n“ YOU! ” roared the innkeeper. “ I thought I made it very plain to you that you were never to step foot in here again .”\n\nThe weedy-looking man stands his ground even though he appears as though a stiff breeze would knock him over. “It’s not my favorite thing to be here either, Garon. But I’ve got something to say to some people and I’ll say it or I’ll have the constable…” his voice trailed off as he realized that the constable in question was already at the bar.\n\nGaron laughs derisively as he picks up a towel and throws it at the man. “ Scurry back to your sissy before you get hurt, little weasel. ”\n\nThe man flushes red and looks as though he’s about to leave before changing his mind and walking closer to the bar. “ You know, in thirty years you’ve never changed. More’s the pity since it means you’re never going to be anything but the loud-mouthed bully you were when we were children. That aside, your place is the only one of its kind in town, and so that’s where the adventurers wind up .”\n\nGaron groans audibly and shakes his head. “ Word always did travel fast here in Oakhurst. It’s more of this nonsense I see. Well then say your piece and then get out before I decide my dog needs his next meal. \"\n\nThe man wades through the crowd to the group of newcomers. “ Forgive me for making a scene, but I wanted to speak with you. The rumor around town is that you are going in to the ruins. Before you go, my sister would like to speak with you. Her name is Mistress Hecrele and she runs the general store here in town. ” Having delivered his message the man takes his leave, probably before another argument can break out."
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"author": "Valgunn",
"message": "Finally finishing her food, Sera perked up hearing the angry roar of the Innkeeper. Looking at them both with interest as he came over and then listening intently. Turning to her new conspirators she was grinning. I never knew being an adventurer was so great! People just throw jobs at you! \"So do you guys' want to go check him out? I mean his sister! I mean the job!\" "
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"author": "souldoubt",
"message": " Relf \n\nRelf puzzles over this question as he shovels more soup into his mouth. \"Hmm, that scrawny guy didn't get a good reception... I dunno. But we can try to find the general store and talk to his sister if you like.\" \n\nReaching into a pouch in his belt, he pulls out a large, smooth, flat-ish stone. \"What do you think, Almos? Should we see what this Mistress whatserface is all about?\" He holds the rock up to his ear. \"Huh, that's easy for you to say.\" \n\nHe holds the stone up for the rest of the group gathered around the table to inspect, grinning and winking. \"This here's Almos. He's my pet baby earth elemental. Saved him from drowning in a river.\" "
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"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Diago \n \"Nope. Diago muttered. \"It's the halflings.\" Diago rose and stretched. \"Well I'll head over with you little folk then. This could be interesting.\" Ruefully he pushed his ale mug away. \"And I should probably avoid drinking any more.\" \n\nAs he passed the somewhat odd Halfling, Diago absentmindedly petted the so called elemental. Reaching the door he hefted his weapon and pulled his long gray cloak around himself. \"Coming small folk?\" "
},
{
"author": "MeklorIlavator",
"message": "Ilidan looks up from his half eaten food when the innkeeper shouts, and is about to put his head down again, obviously not interested in the thin man, when he mentions adventures. So there's definably something going on here. We need to check this out. Smiling at Sera's stumble, Ilidan I think we should, if only to find out why the innkeeper is so vehement about the subject. Turning to Relh, Ilidan is in time to catch his...curious monologue, barely managing to keep the skeptical expression on his face, only a slight raising of his eyebrow giving it away. Is he touched, or is that really a... I think I'll just stay out of this one. If he truly believes, at least it won't hurt us either way. "
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"author": "Inspectre",
"message": " \"Oh . . . oh my.\" Gerard mutters, covering his mouth with one hand, his eyes moving nervously back and forward as his mind struggled to depict the scene of the young child picking up the deadly apple.\n\nAfter Corkie finishes her story, Gerard raises his hand away from his face, a frown beginning to form there. \"Wait. I thought you said that the goblins auction these apples off, and that the deadly one is pure white. Yet two identical apples appeared this past midsummer, one granting healing and the other death? And no one is sure if the goblins were the ones responsible for these apples? How is that possible if the goblins are the ones that come to sell them? And why would the goblins sell an apple that grants only death anyway? Surely the town would tear them apart if the apple kills on contact as you say . . .\" \n\nGerard breaks off, moving away to stare out a window, or just at the nearby wall if there are none close-by. He tries to think this out, hoping he would be able to make sense of this from the goblins' perspective. He also tries to recall any natural way that the goblins could be doing this, instead of resorting to some henceforth unknown magical power. After a few minutes he turns back, forcing a smile on his face.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMaking a Knowledge: Nature check to try to recall various plants with poisonous fruit, as well as any natural poison that kills on contact like the white apple apparently does (only not through magic, obviously).\n (1d20+8)[ 19 ] \n \n\n \"S-sorry. I didn't mean to question y-your observations. I-it just doesn't m-make s-sense to me.\" "
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"author": "Valgunn",
"message": "Slowly standing up Sera looks at Relf for a moment while he introduced Almos. A baby elemental! Oh my god it's adorable. Leaning over and petting Almos Sera tries to not look at Relf, while not looking like she isn't trying to not look at him. Jumping off of the chair Sera turns to her group waiting for Relf to finsish his \"bowl\" of soup."
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"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Corkie \n\n\"It's certainly very strange dearie, and something that we take very seriously here, for the appearance of these apples has been something to look forward to for years. The goblins auctioned the apple as normal last midsummer and a few days later another apple appeared looking exactly like the one which heals. The goblins say they don't know about this second apple, but you know what goblins can be like.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nYou're aware of several kinds of plants with poisonous berries, but nothing as large as an apple. Since the main aim of a plant with poisonous fruit is to deter any planteaters, not to kill. You think a fruit this deadly must certainly be an abhorration to nature.\n "
},
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"author": "Arjuna",
"message": "\" Well I don't really know goblins, so I guess we'll find out when we go there.Won't we Gerard? Corkie, I pray I find some answers for you, \" Dagoth bows his head low for Corkie and then turns to Gerard.\n\nHe hefts his back pack, as if getting ready to take leave."
},
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"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Corkie \n\n\"The blessings of the Sun God surely go with you. You and your friends are welcome here if you have need of me,\" Corkie replies and then turns back inside the temple proper."
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"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " At the General Store \n\nThe larger group leaves the inn and heads down the street. The general store isn't far away, by the appearance of the exterior it's owner is someone who takes pride in the place. A little tinkle from the bell atop the door announces your arrival. A woman comes into the store, and gestures you all into a back room. The only remarkable thing about the woman herself is the way she carries herself - as though she were royalty on a visit to this place rather than someone who lives and works here.\n\n\"Thank you for coming,\" she says as she closes the door behind her once you're all in the back room. \"Please have a seat. My name is Kerowyn Hercule. Word has reached me that you all are adventurers and that you are looking to explore the ruins down the old road to the south. About a month ago another group of adventurers attempted to do the same thing. This group included my brother's children Talgen and Sharwyn, which is obviously some cause for concern.\"\n\n\"I will allow you salvage rights if you can find our missing family and bring them back here. If they are not alive, then bring back the signet ring each wears.\" She slips a ring off her own finger and passes it to the person nearest her. \"It's important that the rings are recovered. I am willing to offer you one hundred gold, each, per ring you return to me. Are you willing to help me?"
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{
"author": "souldoubt",
"message": "Relf snatches up the signet ring, inspecting it carefully and considering whether it would be worth their while to have copies made of it that they could trade back to this woman. Hmm, well regardless...\n\nHe holds the ring up for everyone else to inspect. \"I'm willing if the rest of you are. If we do find more rings like this one in the ruins, it can't hurt to bring 'em back. And we can split the reward evenly. 50-50, see?\" He grins. \"Half for me, half for you guys. You with me?\" "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Diago \n\nDiago snorted. \"I don't think so little man. Equal shares and your elemental doesn't count.\" Turning to Kerowyn he added, \"Since we will be there anyway, I see no reason why we couldn't help you.\" "
},
{
"author": "Inspectre",
"message": " \"I find it most strange that the goblins would try to sell an apple that kills. I think - \" Gerard is about to launch into another string of questions when he feels a sudden tug on his pants leg.\n\nLooking down, Gerard sees Black Claw carefully working his narrow jaws free of the hem of Gerard's pants, beady dark eyes shooting a warning up to him. Turning to Dagoth, Gerard notices that the man is clearly ready to go, having already shouldered his pack.\n\nSmiling feebly, he nods at Dagoth, and then gives a slightly deeper nod, more of a bow really, to Corkie. \"Th-thank you for your time Corkie. W-we'll be sure to keep you informed.\" \n\nGerard follows Dagoth and the badger out, and then shrugs. \"So where now? Back to the warm inn?\" "
},
{
"author": "Arjuna",
"message": "\" Uhhh... hmmm. I am looking forward to a bowl of soup, it certainly smelled good. Our friends will most likely be at the inn anyway. Can't have wandered off too far hmm? \"\n\nGiving a quirky smile Dagoth makes off for the inn, walking slow enough for Gerard to follow."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Kerowyn \n\nThe woman looks amused at something but merely nods. \"I appreciate any help you can provide. Should you need supplies, the goods in my establishment are available to you at a discount.\" She stands and opens the door. \"I wish you success in your journey.\"\n\n 'Ol Boar \n\nDagoth and Gerard (and Black Claw) arrive back at the inn to find it rather busy, however the others don't seem to be there."
},
{
"author": "souldoubt",
"message": "Relf stows the signet ring in his pouch, grumbling something under his breath in halfling:\n \n Spoiler \n \"Stupid human, can't even take a joke. An' what does he mean, sayin' Almos doesn't count? Why, 'cause he's so small? Bah, human's think their SO important just because their big.\" \n "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Kerowyn \n\nWith an annoyed look on her face, Kerowyn clears her throat rather loudly. \"I think you're leaving with something not yours,\" she says in a cold tone of voice to the halfling."
},
{
"author": "souldoubt",
"message": " \"Oh, you mean this?\" Relf asks innocently, pulling the ring out of his pouch again. \"Oh, no, ma'am, I wasn't leaving with it, just... ah, keeping it safe for a moment. And, um, showing it to Almos -- that's the name of the baby earth elemental who lives in my pouch. Maybe he can sniff out the other rings.\" He hands the ring back to her. \"There you are, see? No harm done.\" \n Bah, none of these humans can take a joke.... Well, I guess that rules out making copies if she's gonna be keeping the ring. "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Diago \n \"Thankyou ma'am, For myself I have all the equipment I need,\" Turning to the halflings he said, \"I'll be heading back to the inn. If you want to buy something I'll see you in a bit.\" "
},
{
"author": "Valgunn",
"message": "Turning to this nice woman after Relf tried to pull a prank on her, at what is a slightly inappropriate time. “I will do everything I can to bring them back alive for you” Using a sincere voice that shocked even her. Turning around she gazed at Diago, and wondering if she needed anything she remembered that she had no idea how long they would be away from town! She would have to stock up on some food. Turning back round quickly she blurted out “Could I have a few days worth of Trail Rations please?!” "
},
{
"author": "Inspectre",
"message": "Following Dagoth back to the inn, Gerard breathes as sign of relief as he and Black Claw scrap the mushy snow off their feet and enter the warm inn once more. Standing by the door for a moment, Gerard looks anxiously around for an empty table, while remarking to Dagoth, \"Well, I guess we should settle down and wait for them to come back. Do you think they've already gone to bed?\" \n\nFinding a new table, this one a bit smaller and closer to the walls rather than near the center of the room, Gerard eagerly makes his way over. Plopping himself down in a chair, Gerard sighes contentedly, and begins digging in his backpack. Pulling out an old blanket, he starts rubbing down Black Claw's fur, trying to get most of the snow sticking to his back off before it melted."
},
{
"author": "MeklorIlavator",
"message": " Well, that's interesting. I wonder why the innkeeper was so vehement about the whole thing? Looking up at the woman, Ilidan arches one eyebrow and asks her directly\" The innkeeper seemed angry with when your husband came and asked us to see you. Does that have anything to do with the group that you're asking us to look for? \""
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Kerowyn \n\nThe shopkeeper smiles at Sera. \"Of course, one of my assistants will assist you.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nTake a 20% discount on food, and 10% on anything else you might need\n \n\n\nShe then smiles and rolls her eyes when she hears mention of the innkeeper. \"That's my brother, not my husband,\" she says with a lilt to her voice, although 'husband' comes to the heart of the matter. Twenty years ago he wanted to marry me. I didn't want anything to do with him or this place and so I left for an adventure of my own. About five years ago, my parents died after an illness and I came back to look after the rest of the family and our business. My brother, who you met, doesn't really have a head for numbers... or anything else much for that matter.\n\n'Ol Boar\n\nAnna comes back over to Gerard with a mug of what turns out to be mulled cider and a bread roll. \" Were you wanting anything else, dearie?\" "
},
{
"author": "MeklorIlavator",
"message": "\" Ah, my ah, mistake. \", stammars Ilidan, feeling his cheeks slightly heat. He stand there a moment, looking around the store for a new subject, then settles on the trail rations. Pulling out 2 silver pieces, he asks \" May I have two of those rations? \". After receiving the rations, Ilidan will head back to the inn."
},
{
"author": "Inspectre",
"message": "Gerard greets Anna with a self-conscious smile as she comes over to the table, bearing yet more food and drink. \"Th-thanks! Um, I don't think I, ah, n-need anything else. Oh! J-just a place to sleep I suppose.\" \n\nLeaning in and lowering his voice to a conspirital level, Gerard adds, \"And I was hoping Black Claw could sleep with me as well. He gets worried when I\"m out of his sight.\" "
},
{
"author": "Arjuna",
"message": "\" Uhh.. how did you befriend Black Claw? Badgers aren't very friendly around humanoids... \" Dagoth says looking nervously at Black claw."
},
{
"author": "Valgunn",
"message": " “I’ll have two days worth of Ration as well please.” She said quickly as she pulled out the coin need to pay for her buyings. Looking around for something shiny and interesting, then out of the corner of her eye she spied a small steel mirror. Inspecting it and herself as she went she brought it to the counter and handed over the gold need to pay for her new acquisition. After finishing her transaction she heads over to Ol’ Boar and gets herself some more warm cider.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI think all that spending comes to 9 gold and 8 silver.\n "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "Anna smiles and pats his shoulder. \" Oh course he can dearie, there won't be a problem .\"\n\n((Does anyone else have anything they want to do tonight?))"
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "((Cant say I do. Walk into the inn, get room, sleep.))\n\n Diago \n\nDiago yawned as he entered the inn. Seeing his fellow explorers he said, \"The Halflings shouldn't be long.\" And then quickly related the tale of the signet rings. Deciding it was best to avoid the barkeep, having obviously spoke to and heeded that odd man. Diago avoided the barkeep and spoke to Anna. \"I don't suppose I could get a room, for the night?\" he asked.\n\nOnce up in his room he quickly settled in bed and went to sleep."
},
{
"author": "Inspectre",
"message": "Gerard smiles at Dagoth's question. \"I-I would say that it's more like he befriended me. See, at the druid's grove where I grew up, acquiring an animal companion was a rite of passage. A call would be put out into the forest for animals to come to the Grove each year. The animals that came would be those interested in human contact, or simply alone and desiring company. They would then gather all of these animals together in the center of the grove and introduce them to those youths who were ready to become full-fledged druids. And the youths had to convince one of these animals to journey with them, wherever their duties called them to go.\" Here Gerard paused to finish the last of his cider.\n\n \"It's a very important ritual - you can't become a druid without convincing an animal to travel with you. After all, if you can't convince a friendly animal who's lonely to join you, how could you possibly serve as an ambassador between the forest and civilization?\" \n\nGerard feels the familiar lump growing in his throat whenever he talked too much about himself, and so decides to end this quickly.\n\n\"I-I, uh, I d-didn't get an a-animal to join me th-the f-first year. Or th-the next. None of them felt r-right, th-those that wanted to t-talk t-t-to m-me. Th-then a y-young baby b-badger came, ah, and h-here we are!\"\n\nSmiling, Gerard looks down at the bundle of fur at his feet and scratches its ears. Giving a snort of pleasure, Black Claw turns his head around, licking briefly at Gerard's hand before settling back down to continue sleeping."
},
{
"author": "souldoubt",
"message": "Relf has rations left over from the road (and after all that soup, he feels full enough to last quite awhile anyway), so he doesn't buy anything, but he decides to stick with his fellow halflings. After so much time spend around stodgy dwarves, its a relief to be among his own kind again."
},
{
"author": "Valgunn",
"message": "After finishing her drink Sera yawns slightly, brushing her black hair back round her faintly pointed ear. Leaning back in her chair arching her back she stared up at the ceiling closing her eyes for a moment trying to gauge how tired she was. After almost falling asleep after closing her eyes, she composed herself as she hopped down off of her chair landing with a faint thump. Then saying goodnight to her new friends she retires to her room.\n\nStretching she tied her rapier to one of the bed posts. Stretching once more she shuffled her boots off and kicked them to one side, then peeling off her leather armour and tossing it in the direction of her boots she clambered onto the bed, climbed underneath her covers closing her eyes ounce more today as the blissful world of dreams engulfed her.\n\n((Yeah I'm done for the day.))"
},
{
"author": "Arjuna",
"message": "Dagoth was leaning back into his chair as he listened to Gerard's interesting tale. The badger did look harmless, and Dagoth wanted to scratch its head but thought better of it since it might be rude.\n\nDagoth looks for a serving maid and asks for some warm soup, and after that ordering he pulls out his diary, already musty and worn despite its brief time in the outdoors. Flipping open to one of the first ten pages, he dog ears the page and takes out his writing apparatus.\n\nGiving a look to Gerard he adds, \" I didn't get leave from the church that easily. Heh. I promised the high priest a book or two for his libraries. I figure I'll probably get a couple of books out to of my adventures - that is if I start having any soon \" with a slight chuckle.\n\nWith painfully cautious and meticulous strokes of one not used to scribehood, Dagoth writes down what happened. It was a short entry and the only thing that was worth mentioning was how he would be setting out for these ruins.\n\nDagoth continues writing for a short while. He writes maybe a few words at a time, looking up every now and then to take in his surroundings. Dagoth was feeling unusually sleepy.\n\n \n...a band of fellow adventurers (mercenaries maybe) are also coming along. Im not sure of their intentions except for Gerard. He's a druid and he's got a badger as his animal companion - would you believe that! Seems like a nice fellow, and I sure cant wait to see whats up with the ruins. Goblins and killer fruit. I really wonder... \n\n(( Im done fo tha day too :P ))"
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "The next morning sees a light drizzle with the sun trying quite hard to poke through the clouds and finally succeeds in the early afternoon. The group pays and thanks the inkeeper and his wife, and they leave down the Old Road. The road is just that - Relf and Gerard can tell quite easily that literally no one comes down this way any more.\n\nWhen the sun is starting to dip, you come to a brook with fresh water and a relatively clear space around a large tree several hundred yards from the trail. This looks like the best place to spend the night.\n\n((Go ahead and set up camp if you would 🙂 ))"
},
{
"author": "souldoubt",
"message": "Not really wanting to delay any further, but seeing that no progress was going to be made by the humans stumbling around in the dark, Relf claps his hands together decisively. \"Right, you lot,\" he says, slipping into a jovial military style. \"If this is where we make camp, we'll have some preparations to make. Those who know their way around the bole of an oak can give me a hand. Oh -- and we'll need a watch order of course. I'll take last watch, since I'm an early riser anyhow. The rest of you can take whatever position in the watch you like -- work it out amongst yourselves.\" \n\nWith that, he sets about making the site into a suitable campsite for the evening."
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Diago \n\nDiago stretched and let his muscles relax. Bending over he scooped up some water in his hands and drank. Then reached to refill his water skin. \"I'll take first watch unless someone else feels like it.\" He said, laying down his Bedroll, before moving to assist Relf. Absentmindedly rubbing a harmless cut on his arm, received from the overgrown road."
},
{
"author": "Valgunn",
"message": "Stretching her arms up and back Sera watched as Relf and Diago started to make the campsite ready. Lifting her hat off and running her fingers through her hair Sera finally noticed the brook, watching it for a moment and remembering she hasn't had a bath for days she wandered under the tree and began to setup her tent, deciding that she would head out tonight and have her bath."
},
{
"author": "Inspectre",
"message": "Seeing the rest of his new little band turning in for the night, Gerard sets his empty mug and plate in the middle of the table, and then heads to bed. Relishing the chance to sleep soundly for once, Gerard removes his leather armor before settling into bed. His backpack and armor remain at the foot of the bed, but Gerard leaves a short spear and his wooden shield by the right side of the bed within easy reach. He had been taught that an explorer must be prepared to defend himself within an instant in this dangerous world.\n\nBehaving in some ways like a strangely colored house cat, Black Claw clammered up onto the bed after Gerard lied down and nestled himself against his master's right leg. Chuckling, Gerard draped a corner of the blanket over his friend, and then quickly drifted off to sleep.\n\n*****************\n\nGerard awoke with the dawn, yawning and stretching as his mind slowly climbed out of its slumber. Loathe to leave the relatively soft bed, Gerard simply threw back the heavy blanket and crawled across the bed to his backpack. Opening it, he withdrew a small bundle of dried leaves from the backpack, then returned to the middle of the bed. Crossing his legs and seating himself in a lotus position, Gerard then began his daily meditation on nature and his place within it.\n\nThe leaves were meant to be a tool to help forge a connection with nature, and as Gerard ran his fingers over the crinkling leaves he felt himself slowly enter into a communion with Nature. For the next hour Gerard silently basked in its presence, occassionally reaching over to scratch Black Claw behind the ears. When he was finished, Gerard sighed happily and went about getting prepared for the potentially dangerous journey ahead.\n\n*****************\n\nThe first day of travel had been largely uneventful, and thankfully the weather had given them its blessing by not unleashing snow similar to what Gerard had experienced on his journey to town. Of course, there had been a brief cool drizzle of rain in the morning, but then the sun had finally appeared to warm them before beginning to dip down below the horizon.\n\nGerard had to admit that things were going quite well so far, as they had even found a perfect place to camp for the night. Gerard quickly takes advantage of the nearby brook. Carefully lifting a handful of water up to his nose and sniffing, Gerard nods in satisfaction and refills his waterskin, while Black Claw cranes his neck down and starts lapping at the water as it flows past.\n\nTurning back to Relf and Daigo, Gerard nods and says, \"I and Black Claw will take second watch then. Just be sure to wake me first when it is time- Black Claw can be irritable when he first wakes up.\" \n\nPicking out a nice spot at the campsite, Gerard unrolls his bedroll and then helps anyone who needs it in making camp. Now quite tired but still energized at the thought of soon exploring the depths of the underground complex, Gerard wraps his winter blanket around himself and tries to fall asleep."
},
{
"author": "Arjuna",
"message": "Dagoth stayed up later than usual. The fires of the inn had gone through their second pile before he decided to turn in. Dragging his stuff back upstairs Dagoth fell soundly asleep, no nightmares and no dreams either.\n\nCracking his eyes open Dagoth mumbled something about itchy blankets and rose with slow purpose. The sun was coming up, he needed to look sharp.\n\nAfter donning his armor, he put on his travelling robe over it. Light beige, it was loose and billowy, covering his armor rather well. Strapping his crossbow to his back, Dagoth went to the window to just catch the first rays of the Sun.\n\nExhaling deeply he raised his wooden sundisc to his face to obscure the rising sun. Closing his eyes he could almost feel the warmth enveloping the land and the radiance of Pelor illuminating the world. And then he felt that familiar tingle in the back of his head, he was now ready to serve.\n\nEnergized as always by the rising of the sun, Dagoth took a couple of minutes before joining the party out of town. Settling his tab for the past five days, Dagoth leaves the inn in time to catch the group as they were prepping to leave.\n\nLater that night, Dagoth seats himself closest to the fire. Thankful he wasn't travelling at night, he still didn't like the notion of sleeping outside stone walls.\n\n\" Ill take any watch if anyone is feeling especially tired. Just try extra hard to wake me up, \" and darting a look to the group he adds, \" Sound sleeper. \""
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{
"author": "souldoubt",
"message": "That evening, when camp is made, the watch schedule is set, and everyone is settled in, Relf sits at the fire and tells the tale of how he found out about the ruins to anyone who cares to listen, grinning and winking the whole way through.\n\n \"So there I was, trekking my way through the wilderness, when I came across a bunch of goblin tracks. So, I said to Almos, 'We'd better check on this -- goblins can't ever be up to much good.' So off I went after the goblins, and pretty soon I came up on a bunch of them, and they were all talking to some other creature. Couldn't see what it was, since it was all wrapped up in robes of some kind -- I think it was a kobold, or maybe an ogre. Pretty sure it was one of those two.\n\n\"Anyway, I guess the only language the goblins had in common with this other creature was Dwarven, 'cause I could understand most of what they were saying, 'cepting when their Dwarven was so bad that nobodied know what they were on about. I heard them talking about some ruins, and something else about poisoned fruit, and it was pretty clear they were up to no good, so I said to Almos, 'We'd better do something about this -- 'sides, I know how much you hate goblins, so I can't just leave 'em to chat away like that.'\n\n\"I'd already got the drop on them as they didn't know I was there, so started firing off shots with my shortbow -- or was it my sling? No, I'm pretty sure it was my shortbow. The first twenty or forty goblins all fell down dead before they knew what was happening, and 'course that set the other hundred all up in a panic, and they started running fast as they could. I was about to go chasing off after them, when these six hill giants -- or was it ten? Actually, I think there must have been at least twelve of 'em. Anyway, these frost giants come jumping out of the undergrowth to attack me. But I was quicker than 'em and managed to tie all their tails together into one big knot. I imagine there still out there now, bumping around in the forest trying to get themselves untied.\" \n \n Spoiler \nIt's not entirely clear (even to me) where the divide between truth and fiction is in this narrative. Par for the course for Relf 😁\n "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Diago \n\nDiago blinked, several times. Uh... Impressive...\" having chosen a comfortable place close to the fire to finish drying himself off after a quick bath, Diago had gotten a piece of canvas out of his backpack, as well as some paints, and inks. And was attempting to recreate the scene at the Old Boar. to the point he had only managed to Paint Dagoth's attempts to shoo away Blackclaw.\n\nCraft: (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \n \"I'd suggest you guys get some sleep.\" Diago said, stowing away his paints and rolling up the square of canvas. Diago picked up his flail and took a seat.\n---------------------------\n\nDiago yawned. Judging by the position of the moon a few ours had passed. He Gently prodded Gerard awake, And carefully avoided waking Blackclaw. \"Your turn Druid.\" He whispered. Then he lay down on his bedroll. Keeping a hold on his belongings. Slightly afraid that Relf might get an idea involving his paints, brushes, and the faces of himself and his companions.\n---------------------------\n\nDiago sat up with a yawn. And rubbed his neck, a few seconds latter a general sourness alerted him to the fact that he had spread his bead roll over a rock. Happily discovering Relf had not taking liberty of his paints, Diago stood and nodded to those of his companions that were currantly awake. \"Morning. How far until we reach the ruins?\" \n \n Spoiler \n I realize craft checks generally don't work like that but I doubt I'm going to get a free week for painting\n "
},
{
"author": "Inspectre",
"message": "Gerard listens attentively to Relf's story. Although quite entertained, Gerard was sure Relf was exaggerating at certain points. Twelve hill giants? Gerard was certain that the largest band of hill giants he had heard of was only eight. However, frost giants were a different story, as their raiding parties could grow quite large. Fortunately, Relf corrected his own mistake immediately thereafter. There was, nonetheless, one thing about Relf's story that bothered Gerard. Gerard waited until the halfling was finished with his story, and then coughed loudly from his spot on top of his bedroll.\n\n \"E-Excuse me, Mr. Relf. That is a most impressive feat! But I h-had one q-question. While you were fighting the giants and goblins, what happened to the kogre? That is, the kobold or ogre that you saw speaking with them? Did you happen to slay it as well?\" \n\nAfter discussing the matter with Relf, Gerard turns in for the night.\n\n*************\n\nAwakened by Daigo, Gerard nodded his thanks and then awoke Black Claw with a good ear scratching. Slowly waking, the badger snuffled his approval, eventually opening one eye to look at Gerard when the ear scratching stopped. Seeing his master starting to get up from bed, the badger snorted wearily and got to its feet. Positioned near the fire and facing outward so as not to ruin their night vision, each of the two watched one half of the camp while the others slept.\n\nWhen it was time for the final watch of the night, Gerard went over to wake Relf before both he and Black Claw returned to Gerard's bedroll.\n\n**************\n\nOnce again arising with the sun, Gerard does his morning meditations. Black Claw usually stays by his side but occassionally wanders over to investigate the smells of cooking at the fire as breakfast is prepared.\n\n \"We should be fairly close by now, shouldn't we? It was only supposed to be a day or two travel along the . . . Old Road? That's what the townsfolk called it, yes?\" "
},
{
"author": "Valgunn",
"message": "Yawning as she slowly wakes up, she shifts onto her back and stares up and takes in the sunlight seeping through the honey leather tent, giving the light a warm glow. Stretching her arms up Sera sits up and then begins to crawl out of her tent grabbing her backpack on the way.\n\nStanding up outside her tent, blinking in the sunlight she tilts her head up, feeling wonderfully clean after her bath last night. Relf's story capped off a very good days travel especially. Turning to her compatriots she smiled as Gerard stumbled over himself. “Yeah the Old Road. Think they said that, wasn’t paying attention to be honest.” At which point she dared a glance in Relf’s direction. “But I’m sure our brave scout won’t get us lost.”\n \n \n Spoiler \nSorry about the bout of inactivity, I had some personal stuff that needed doing.\n "
},
{
"author": "Arjuna",
"message": "Dagoth was flat on his back when the sun came up. Cracking one eye open, he immediately jumped up, dislodging his book that he had opened just before he went to bed.Scrambling as noiselessly as he could to get ready he performed a shorter version of the daily benediction to Pelor.\n\nWhispering softly to the sundisc he replaced it around his neck again.He had fallen asleep in his armor and though that meant a stiff back at least he didnt wake up defensless. Cracking his body joints pointedly Dagoth wraps up his strewn belongings and puts his backpack on.\n\nDagoth kick some dirt on to the camp fire, and took in his surroundings.\n\nSpot [roll0]\nListen [roll1]"
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{
"author": "Arjuna",
"message": " \"Spot\" - (1d20+3)[ 19 ] \n \"Listen\" - (1d20+3)[ 11 ] "
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{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n I went with the three people on watch which were stated, if you want to double up the watches let me know and I'll change this. I don't think anything is really going to change though.\n \n\n\nThe group settles down after they make camp, and continue to get to know each other. Seraphina retreats for a while to the stream and comes back looking much happier, having enjoyed her bath. Relf regails his companions with tales of times gone by, and Daigo begins a very flattering picture starting with BlackClaw and Dagoth.\n\nDaigo and Gerard & BlackClaws watch go by uneventfully. They wake Relf and settle back down into their bedrolls. Relf, alert for anything out of the ordinary hears rustling in the bramble to the southwest side of their camp. He squints and looks harder, but even his sharp eyesight can't pick out exactly what's causing the noise.\n\n \n Spoiler \nYay for less pressure! Sorry about the delay but I think it's all in the past now. Anyways look!!! It's a map!\n \n "
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"author": "souldoubt",
"message": "As carefully and quietly as possible, Relf stands and moves in the direction of of the noise, silently rousing Diago with a light prod as he passes, and making his way to Seraphina's tent in the southwest corner of the camp, closest to where the sound originated. Opening the tent flap, he leans in and gently places a hand over her mouth to wake her as silently as possible. When her eyes are open, he puts a finger over his mouth, waits half a beat, then points in the direction of the sound, and then tugs at his earlobe. After that he removes his hand, points emphatically at Seraphina, and then gestures back behind him at Dagoth, Gerard, and Ilidan. Then he stands, hand on his shortbow, eyes and stance all wariness as he fixes his gaze in the direction of the disturbance.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Initiative, if necessary - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \n\nI've tried to set up my actions so that they all occur in one round, in case there's Initiative going on here between me an the \"unseen thingie.\"\n\nMoving silently (for what it's worth) at full-speed, incurring a -5 penalty: sneakitty-sneak! - (1d20+5)[ 9 ] \nThis movement ends me in square I-13, directly between Diago and Seraphina.\n\nFree action: waking Diago.\n\nStandard action: opening the tent, waking Sera and conveying a silent message ( \"I heard something over there; you go wake up the others\" ). I wasn't entirely sure what skill would best represent the scout training Relf is tapping into to send a silent message, but Bluff (used for sending \"secret\" messages within public hearing, which is quite different from the current situation) didn't really make sense to me, so I decided to go with a Survival check instead. Survival seemed a better representation of the skill set Relf would be using here, but let me know if this or any of the above doesn't work/isn't cool as I've stated it. I'll take a 10 on the check (for a modified outcome of 15 , enough to convey a message in accordance with the Bluff rules). If taking 10 isn't an option (if I'm considered \"threatened\" at this point), then here's the roll instead: Survival check - (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \n\nSorry if I'm making your life more difficult with the above nonsense. 😳\n\nEdit: Eww... nat 1 on the Survival roll. ☹️ I really hope I can just take 10 -- and that you'll let me use Survival to convey my message in the first place. 😛\n "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "((OOC: Yes, you can take 10 on the survival check, although I probably would have just let you wake her. 🙂\n\nOne question though: I don't remember halflings having lowlight vision per the SRD, and off the top of my head don't recall a change in Races of the Wild. Can you point me to a link?))\n\nAs quitely as he can, Relf wakes the others and, with everyone more or less on alert, they turn their attention to the sound to the southwest of the camp. As your eyes all adjust to the moonlight and the glow from the campfire you see movement clear the bushes and a pair of... sticks... start to charge you.\n\nSticks...\n\n \n Spoiler \nRoll init if you would 🙂\n (1d20+1)[ 9 ] \n\nmap will update in a few hours\n "
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{
"author": "Valgunn",
"message": "((OOC: I'm makeing the huge assumption that we are all awake and there while we are under attack by... sticks. I feel almost embarassed to attack sticks.))\n\n \n Spoiler \nTime for initative (1d20+4)[ 12 ] !I assume they get a surprise round. In that case I will just post her being very surpised, 'cause their sticks.\n \n\n\nHer sword at the ready and keeping her eyes trained on the bushs, a remarkable feat for a lady who only a few hours ago got distraced by a butterfly and nearly wanderd back into camp, sans the clothes. Letting her eyes focus, feeling very serious, untill two bold as brass sticks leap from the bush and charge."
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{
"author": "MeklorIlavator",
"message": "Ilidan wakes up with Relf's tug and spends a moment reorienting himself.\n Morning already?...no its still night. Then why would...oh. There must be trouble in camp. \nIlidan slowly leaves his tent, attempting to be seen as little as possible, but though he is clearly realizes the danger present, he seems completely unarmed.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHide:[roll]1d20+6[roll](note: I don't no if the creatures can see Ilidan, but he'd try and say out of sight on the off chance that they can't. Plus, I don't even know if there's enough stuff in the way that I could really hide behind, So you may disregard this roll if you don't think it's appropriate. )\nMove silently:[roll]1d20+4[roll]\nIntiative:[roll]1d20+2[roll]\nSpot:[roll]1d20[roll]\nListen:[roll]1d20+2[roll]\nAC:13 HP:6\n\nOkay, I'm an idiot. I didn't type the roll command in right, so I'm going to roll in the OCC thread and past them into this one.\n "
},
{
"author": "MeklorIlavator",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nHide: (1d20+6)[ 9 ] \nMove silently: (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \nIntiative: (1d20+2)[ 3 ] \nSpot: (1d20)[ 12 ] \nListen: (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \n\nThese are the roll that are supposed to be in the first post. And the post in the OCC thread.\n "
},
{
"author": "Inspectre",
"message": " \"W-what is it?\" Gerard grunted as he was shaken awake. Upon his vision clearing enough to see the \"keep quiet\" gesture from Relf, Gerard slaps a hand over his mouth and nods. As the halfling moves to wake the others, Gerard throws back the winter blanket and prods Black Claw awake with a toe. The badger snuffles in annoyance, although its expression changes to one mimicing human seriousness at a gesture from Gerard: Defend .\n\nWith his badger readying itself to defend its master if necessary, the young druid leaps up to his feet. He already loosely holds his short spear and light shield in his hands, and he always slept with his armor on out in the wild: one could never be too careful these days. And this preparation would apparently be needed, as Gerard quickly straps his shield on and looks around for what is approaching the campsite.\n\nAt first, Gerard sees nothing, but then two creatures burst from the treeline into the light from the camp fire. Gerard's initial thought upon seeing the creatures is stick , but that certainly doesn't seem right. Of course, there are any number of creatures in nature that disguise themselves as something else, which had to be the case here.\n\nSquinting his eyes, Gerard attempts to get a better look at the creatures, in the hopes that he might recognize them from one of his studies at the grove.\n\n Summary \n- Move Action: Stand Up (round before the sticks appeared, I guess)\n- Standard Action: Ready weapons, shield (round before the sticks appeared)\n- Free Action: Tell Black Claw to Defend Gerard\n- Free Action: Knowledge check: Nature the sticks\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nI assume making a Knowledge check is a free action since it doesn't seem to spell it out in the skill description. I only get one try at it anyway.\n\nGerard's Initiative: (1d20+2)[ 5 ] \nBlack Claw's Initiative: (1d20+3)[ 11 ] \nKnowledge: Nature on sticks (1d20+8)[ 22 ] \nGerard: AC 15 Touch 12 Flat 13, HP 14\nBlack Claw: AC 15 Touch 13 Flat 12, HP 10\n "
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{
"author": "Arjuna",
"message": "Dagoth's cross bow at the ready, he was armed and already looking for what needed aeration, peering dubiously into the shadows Relf had pointed at.\n\n Sticks?! He thought incredulously.\n\nLoading the first bolt Dagoth either shoots if he is in range, or retreats/moves to Relf's side.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDagoth AC 18, Touch 12, Flat-footed 16, HP 12/12\n\nhookay, undisregard this and use these attack rolls if Dagoth is in range :P\n \"initiative\" - (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \nAttack:\nCrossbow,\nAttack (1d20+2)[ 11 ] \nDamage (1d10+2)[ 11 ] \n "
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{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": " Diago \n\n(OOC: Sorry for a bit of delay.)\n\n \"Sticks?\" Asked Diago, slightly confused. \"We're fighting sticks?\" With a slightly sleepy shrug he grabbed his flail and surged forwards. Taking a position between the party and the sticks that would still allow shots to go past. Diago grinned. \"I could use a better Flail. Thanks for volunteering some wood.\" Inwardly he winced. Oh gods that was a lousy taunt. Damn I wish I had my armor on. \n \n Spoiler \nInitiative: (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \nstandard action: Grabbing my flail.\nMove action: Moving between the party and the sticks. About 10 foot in front of the party member closest to the sticks. Being careful to stay clear of ranged attacks.(Fast movement.)\nFree action: What the hey, taunting the sticks. Intimidate: (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \n "
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{
"author": "souldoubt",
"message": "Knocking an arrow to his bow, Relf strafes aside to put himself in a position to line up a good shot. Pulling the bowstring back and drawing a bead on his target, he lets an arrow fly at the mysterious assailants.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSince waking up my comrades all took place before the Init count began (I'm assuming), I guess it's Relf's turn now.\n\nFree action: drawing an arrow.\n\nMove action: Relf is moving at least 10 feet (and up to 20) to the west, and as far south as necessary to bring himself within 30 feet of the sticks and end up with a clear shot at them. I'm not sure where this will end him up, since I'm not sure where everyone is on the map right now, but I'm going to leave that to our fabulous DM to figure out. 😁\n\nStandard action: Fire at the front stick, or the one to which Relf has the clearest shot.\n Attack - (1d20+6)[ 18 ] \n[roll=Crit?]1d20+6[/roll]\n Damage - (1d4)[ 3 ] \n Skirmish Damage - (1d6)[ 6 ] \n\nEDIT: Okay, that's really strange, for some reason my crit confirmation roll didn't roll, and now it's giving me a \"roll count does not match database\" error. 🤨 Looks like it must be an error serverside, since the roll count proceeds: \"0, didn't work, 2, 3.\"\n "
},
{
"author": "The Duskblade",
"message": "(psst. Board does not allow you to edit in rolls. Or preview them for that matter.)"
},
{
"author": "souldoubt",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by The Duskblade \n (psst. Board does not allow you to edit in rolls. Or preview them for that matter.) \n \n\n🫤 I know. I did neither of those things. As I said in my post edit: it's a serverside error. I think putting punctuation (the \"?\") in the code screwed up the roll.\n "
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"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Grey Wolf vs. Clamber \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Grey Wolf - Olidammara \n Clamber - Stimpus \n All Combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "stimpius",
"message": " Clamberer \n Initiative - (1D20+5)[ 17 ] "
},
{
"author": "Olidammara",
"message": "The man and his wolf smirk at the little goblin. \"Good luck little crawler...\"\n\n Ini - (1d20+3)[ 9 ] "
},
{
"author": "Olidammara",
"message": "Prepared spells:\n \n Spoiler \n\n0st level: guidance, virtue, virtue; 1st level: cure light wounds, updraft\n "
},
{
"author": "stimpius",
"message": " Clamberer \n\nTo Refs\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nStart in B10.\nMove to G10\nTake 10 on climb check auto success - 26. Racial allows.\n\nWill do this in one move if possible but im thinking it should be 2 actions so perch at the top of G10.\n\nCrossbow in 1 hand.\n \n\n\nStats\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 12\nAC 19\nPos; G10\n "
},
{
"author": "Olidammara",
"message": " Grey Wolf, round 1 \n \n Spoiler \n\nGW starts in Y11, with a scroll of sunstroke in his hand. Ranger starts in Y10. GW casts virtue on his Ranger and then commands him to heel ( Handle Animal - (1d20+8)[ 28 ] ) and moves to U11. If the skill check is succesful, Ranger follows the druid to U10.\n \n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nGW\nHP:11\nAC: 16 (+3 hide armor, +3 dex)\nBuffs: none\nPosition: U11\n Listen - (1d20+7)[ 9 ] \n Spot - (1d20+7)[ 14 ] \n\nRanger\nHP: 14\nAC: 17 (+2 dex, +2 nat., +3 Studded leather)\nBuffs: virtue (10 rounds)\nPosition U10\n Listen - (1d20+2)[ 22 ] \n Spot - (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \n \n\n\nYou're up."
},
{
"author": "stimpius",
"message": " Clamberer \n\nTo Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nMaintain position in G10.\nHide Hide - (1D20+5)[ 6 ] \nReady an action to loose a bolt at the druid or the wolf. Druid preferably with one hand on the crossbow the instant LoS and LoE is established.\n Attack - (1D20+5)[ 22 ] \n Damage - (1D6)[ 5 ] \n \n\n\nStats\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 12\nAC 19\nPos; G10\n "
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nNo LoS yet"
},
{
"author": "Olidammara",
"message": " Grey Wolf, round 2 \n \n Spoiler \n\nGrey Wolf casts virtue on himself.\n \n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\n GW \nHP:12\nAC: 16 (+3 hide armor, +3 dex)\nBuffs: virtue (10 rounds)\nPosition: U11\n Listen - (1d20+7)[ 9 ] \n Spot - (1d20+7)[ 16 ] \n Ranger \nHP: 14\nAC: 17 (+2 dex, +2 nat., +3 Studded leather)\nBuffs: virtue (9 rounds)\nPosition U10\n Listen - (1d20+2)[ 15 ] \n Spot - (1d20+3)[ 11 ] \n \n\n\nYou're up."
},
{
"author": "stimpius",
"message": "Clamberer\n\nActions; To refs\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMaintain position at G10.\nHide again Hide - (1D20+5)[ 20 ] \nReady an action to shoot the druid or its wolf on LoS. Whichever appears first.\n Atacck - (1D20+5)[ 14 ] \n Damage - (1D6)[ 5 ] \n \n\n\nStats\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 12\nAC 19\nPos; G10\n "
},
{
"author": "Olidammara",
"message": " Grey Wolf, round 3 \n \n Spoiler \n\nGW moves to U8 and hides there, looking for Clamber. Hide - (1d20-2)[ 4 ] and Spot - (1d20+7)[ 13 ] . My other actions depend on the LOS check.\n \n.\n\nNot done yet."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Ref Mav:\n\nGrey Wolf\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n \n\n\nClamber\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n \n\n\n@Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nClamber gets a reactive spot. Instead of telling him to roll it, and giving him Metagame knowledge, I'll just roll it for him (1d20-3)[ 7 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Olidammara",
"message": " Grey Wolf, round 3 \n \n Spoiler \n\nGrey Wolf moves to U12 and, while hiding, tries to locate Clamberer again: Hide - (1d20-2)[ 18 ] and Spot - (1d20+7)[ 23 ] .\n \n\n\nI'm done, but you better wait for another LoS check before you act.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nGW\nHP:12\nAC: 16 (+3 hide armor, +3 dex)\nBuffs: virtue (9 rounds)\nPosition: U12\n\nRanger\nHP: 14\nAC: 17 (+2 dex, +2 nat., +3 Studded leather)\nBuffs: virtue (8 rounds)\nPosition U11\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@Grey Wolf\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS, and for the record you only get one reactive spot check per round. Any additional checks require actions.\n \n\n\n@Clamberer\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n "
},
{
"author": "Olidammara",
"message": "@ Bronz\n \n Spoiler \n\nMy phb states that moving into a new area, allows you to take a spot check without spending an action. In my view this applies to this situation: Grey Wolf can't see things from U8 which can be seen from U12 and vica versa.\n "
},
{
"author": "stimpius",
"message": "Just checking in tell me when its my go :D"
},
{
"author": "Olidammara",
"message": "Well... you're up since Bronz posted the LoS-check."
},
{
"author": "stimpius",
"message": " Clamberer \n\nActions\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMaintain position in G10\nHiding - result of 20.\nReady an action to attack either to enter my LoE and LoS first. Preferably Grey Wolf but his dog beast thing if that comes first.\n Attack - (1D20+5)[ 24 ] \n Damage - (1D6)[ 5 ] \n \n\n\nIm done no need for LoS check - same as the spoilers above whatever yours was. Didn't move position."
},
{
"author": "Olidammara",
"message": " Grey Wolf, round 4 \n \n Spoiler \n\nGW moves to U16, hides ( Hide - (1d20-2)[ 9 ] ) there and peeks around the corner: Spot - (1d20+7)[ 13 ] . Ranger follows him to U15 ( Spot - (1d20+3)[ 12 ] .\n \n\n\nNot done, we will wait again for a LoS check."
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nNo LoS."
},
{
"author": "stimpius",
"message": "*Poke*\n\njust to say its still your go."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Grey Wolf is disqualified due to not posting for 4 days.\n\n Clamberer is declared the winner and collects the posted rewards "
}
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"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Bunny vs. Kodrul \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Rezig \"Bunny' Rene - faithfreebible \n Kodrul - VeisuItaTyhjyys \n All Combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "faithfreebible",
"message": " \n Spoiler \ninit: (1d20+3)[ 7 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " Bunny is declared the winner due to inactivity on Kodrul's part and collects the posted rewards "
}
] |
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{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Krux vs. Xerxes \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Krux - Tortise262 \n Xerxes - king_korath \n All Combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "king korath",
"message": "initiative (1d20+4)[ 8 ] "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " High Ref Paladin Latham \n\nKrux is disqualified for inactivity\n\n Xerxes is declared the winner and recieves 300xp and 300gp. "
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": "Krux hurries in on his exhausted mount, hoping to beat the bell. *DING* Too late!\n \"Grrrr.... Me oversleep again...\" \n Ahhhh! I only just found out the new waiting room was up! Oh, well, I'll just have to rock the loser's bracket 😉 "
}
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"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 9: Rune vs. Zaknefein \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Rune - Bingo Bob \n Zaknefien - Deathslayer7 \n All combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": " High Ref Morbius \n\n\nFor the records I just PMed both players"
},
{
"author": "Deathslayer7",
"message": "ummmmmm i thought rune lready beat me in the final match? 🤨"
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nLooks like someone made a mistake setting up matches.\n\nSince I was the one that set up this match, that someone would be me.\n\nJust ignore this and we'll cut it from the official records."
}
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"author": "Goats_o_Mjolnir",
"message": "The Sun rises over the oceans horizon line, spreading forth warm rays of light across the dock village of Njords Crest. In the surrounding forest all sorts of animals and beasts stir from thier winter slumber, as snow plops down from tall pines. This winter was difficult for many, but in some ways a blessing from Uller himself, for in the lands to the south, were warm warm weather is year round and jungles have taken over the landscape, a dark evil stirs. Horst catches the first rays of sun as they shine into his dwelling, he grumbles moodily and then rises to put on his tunic and strap on his axe and sheild. With a saddened and wanting look back to his bed, were his amber haired wife still slumbered, he throws on his winter cloak and walks out. A large St. Bernard is thier to greet him, and he pets his ccompanions head solidly.\n\n\"Come Ufir, it's the first day of snowmelt.\" Slowly Horst meanders throught town, waving to all he passes on the boardwalk planks, he goes to his station at a large tower with a bell adorned on top. Ufir bound shappily behind, panting exitedly and basking in the suns glow.\n\nHorst climbed the steps nimbly, for a man in his early forties, he was in great physical shape. He stared at the Aesirs Chime, a richly adorned bell depicting the Asgardians battling unnamed evils to liberate the people of the North. Horst smiled to himself and picked up a hammer that lay at his belt side, and struck the Gong four times, each chime sending a warming wave of energy throughtout the town, strong enough to blast snow off of roofs, but warm enough to bring a smile to an Elder as she revels in the warm breeze flowing through her wispy gray hair. With his this duty done, Horst jogged down the steps, Ufir at his heels, and made his way towards the towngaurds longhouse, four rings on the bell meaning for them to assemble, now was the time to hunt and fish, tonight there will be a celebration and a sacrifice to the Gods to keep them safe and healthy. Those who recognized the four chimes began to all converge at the townguards house, one by one walking in and grabbing some breakfast that Horsts wife, now awake, was spooning into wooden bowls.\n\n OOC "
},
{
"author": "Exeson",
"message": "Snorri walks swiftly through the streets, a hood drawn over his head, as if hiding something. His morningstar is hung from his belt in clear view. It is obvious he is trying not to draw attention to himself.\n \nI don't even know why I am out here, Amon was in a surly mood today, I shouldn't even be walking the streets \n\nSnorri walks over and takes a bowl of food, not even saying thanks. He finds a corner and begins to eat it. Anyone who is watching him carefully will notice that when he opens his mouth to eat there is a faint glow, as if embers were lodged in his throat."
},
{
"author": "Benejeseret",
"message": "The evergreens rustled over the crunch of boot to snow. Brander wanders east of Njords Crest, following the great wolf Grasulfr's tracks within the melting snow.\n\nThe ringing call of the Aesirs Chime broke over the crest and filled the small valley with echoing sound. With a start, Grasulfr broke up through a snow drift, head tilted inquisitively. The wolf stood still in the ringing warmth as panting sweat clouds rose above the jet black, heaving fur.\n\nSome twenty feet behind and knee deep in snow Brander called to his denbrother, \" Ujak !\" an old orcish word for wolf, and Grasulfr's training command for come/heel. As the Dire came in closer he slid his fingers through its scruff to dislodge the pine cones nestled within. \" Darman Fund [orcish:winter ends] and we are called to the village .\"\n\nThe wolf casts longing eyes back toward the bush, where rabbit scent drifted thick, before bounding through the snow after the departing Brander, toward the manling village with its plethora of interesting smells."
},
{
"author": "Agthorr",
"message": "Valtam awoke early, as always. Stretching his arms, he surveys his small hut that lies in a grove some distance from the town. Geri is outside, pacing and eager for breakfast. After donning his armor and clothes, Valtam steps out of the hut and cuts a off few pieces of an Elk they caught a few days earlier, preserved by salts and the cold. He builds a fire, thaws some of the Elk for Geri, cooks some for himself, and gives some feed to his warhorse, Hrimfaxi.\n\nSitting by the fire, Valtam meditates on the wisdom of Nature and the power of Odin. He knows that this will be a year of war, and gives thanks for living in a time and place where he might prove himself worthy of Valhalla. Shortly after his meditations are complete, the sun begins to creep over the horizon, and not long after the sound of the Gong can be heard.\n\n Come, Geri he says, standing. Valtam saddles Hrimfaxi and rides to town, Geri following behind.\n\nOnce in town, he stables Hrimfaxi and proceeds to the longhouse, but skipping the breakfast as he has already eaten. Most of the common folk avoid Valtam, finding his druidic ways a bit odd, his missing eye unsettling (OOC: no eyepatch), and his wolf companion unsettling. Still, the other guards respect his loyalty to the North and his abilities in battle."
},
{
"author": "WarBrute",
"message": "A man wrapped head to two in thick wool grey wool walks through town, towing a small, white with black splotches, horse behind him. A long scarf is wrapped all the way around his head leaving on his dark green eyes uncover.\n\nA few children run up to him and look up expectantly. The man pats one the head and then holds out his other hand in a fist. The children lean in, as he opens his fingers revealing sever copper trinkets. The children grab them at them the run away giggling. The chuckles to himself and continues towards the long house.\n\nHe ties his horse to a post outside then enters. He grabs a bowl of soup, nods at Horst, and sits down laying a short bow made of horn on his lap."
},
{
"author": "Exeson",
"message": "Snorri looks over at Garik.\n\n Looks like I'm not the only one who is scared to show themselves in public. \n\nHis eyes roam about until settling on Valtam\n\n A druid type eh? Scum. I just hope his wolf doesn't catch Amon's smell on me, they never seem to take to kindly to the scent of demons. \n\nFeeling that his food was getting a bit cold he quickly ducks his head down and, hoping no one is watching lets a lick of flame spurt out of his mouth to warm it up. He then continues to eat."
},
{
"author": "Lithandrill",
"message": "On the edge of the village the chime of the bell was distant but loud enough to wake a man nonetheless. And somewhere in a ramshackle hut a wild man arose from the arms of a woman he did not know the day before. He grabs his head and covers his ears in a faint attempt to hide from the noise of the bell, his head hurt like a bitch from the night before. Too much mead. Too much brawling.\n\nThe end of winter was a blessing and a curse for Thangbrand and indeed the entire northern realm. It marked the end of long nights by the fire singing and drinking. But also that of bitter cold and little game in the forests around them. But with the snow thawing and the cursed sun showing it's face more early every day evils awoke and gained enterance into the land of the sons of Odin.\n\n Cursed be Thrym and Uller. Wicked are the gods that make a man wake at a hour like this to do his duty. Surely they rang that damned-be bell to let us all know about some goblin invasion. Can you believe it? GOBLINS?! Tiny green vermin and they try to convince us that they are a threat to us. \n\nThe large man let out a long low laugh that woke the woman next to him and probably a few of his neighboors.\n\n No no, lass. Stay in bed. You don't want to wake up today. Winter has come and gone and duty is at our doorstep. Praise be Sif for the snow and the ice that act as out border guard. But now as they leave it is up to men like me to defend the borders. Sleep some more, I will be heading to the town watch. That chime, that infernal noise, is a sign that we have to meet. \n\nThe woman pays him little heed as she turns around and goes back to sleep. Thangbrand walk to the fireplace, that houses only ashes now, and grabs his chainmail. He throws it over his head and then grabs a huge mean looking axe that leans against the wall and lets it hang at his back. With a discontent grunt he slams the door open and starts his march towards the guard house."
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Grimolfr, in wolf form as usual, padded into town. He smelled and heard before he saw the bustle of forms and the rationing of food. He trotted into town, content with a belly full of the deer he had slain, and wandered through town, his bright white fur in contrast with the grays and browns of the buildings and the emerging brown of the dirt and mud below the feet of the many villagers. Grimolfr went unnoticed by most save some of the elders and more important villagers, who recognized him for the village born young man he truly was, but to the rest he was just another wolf like so many that lived in and around the town. He spotted a large Dire wolf next to what he presumed was a druid, and trotted up to him. he growled and barked a greeting deep in his throat, unable to make the words and sounds of a human with his wolfish vocal cords."
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": " Akio \n\nAkio can barely hear the bell. By the fourth tone, however, he feels the warmth soaking into his bones and realizes that it is time to awaken.\n\nStill, he mutters angrily at the summons. \"Up all bloody night playing and dancing, and now I'm awakened at the crack of dawn.\" He sighs, shakes his whole body, and makes a small cup of tea while he readies himself.\n\nHe decides on only his traveling clothes, thinking to save his finery for the nights performance later that night and that his armor would be cumbersome. When his tea is ready he dons his fashionable cloak - which was also quite warm closed - and headed out to meet the day, somewhat late.\n\nAkio smiles as he thanks Horst's wife, giving her an elaborate bow after she dishes up his share. He settles comfortably nearby, on a rather large rock."
},
{
"author": "Benejeseret",
"message": "Grasulfr yips and smells the odd wolf. \" Smells like man ,\" the Dire sends to Brander with the simple question, \" play ?\"\n\n\" Aye pup ,\" Brander responds as he looks the new wolf over. There seems to be more to it than just its odd smell. Despite his long stay at the Crest's outer district, Brander and Grasulfr know little of the town's inhabitants aside from a few hunters and trainers.\n\nAs the trio nears Brander's yurt, he stops to collect his war-gear. \" Ujak !\" he summons Grasulfr and cinches a riding saddle into place over the brute's broad mane. He checks over rooms and supplies before latching the outer door shut, not knowing when he will return. The winter sled is stowed next to the boat outside.\n\nWith this, they set off once more to the heart of town and the guardhouse."
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Grimolfr walked alongside the Dire Wolf, he knew they probably suspected him of being more than a wolf, but felt he was safe for the moment. He realized the intelligence of his fellow wolf, but was confident he would be as connected to the wild as he was, and so he growled and barked and yipped in the closest approximation of speech a wolf could have, a general inquiry as to their destination."
},
{
"author": "Blackdrop",
"message": "\" How do they expect anyone to concentrate with this racket?! \", Talin exclaimed as he left the inn. He pulled his cloak closer to himself, for the morning air was chilly, even with the approaching warmer months. He bounded off to stable before he headed for the guardhouse.\n\n\" It is bad enough for me to be stuck in this town, but to have not found any leads at all! I cannot wait until the roads are clear so that I may continue my journey. \"\n\nThe thought of his journey had become less important over the last several months. Talin had begun to realize that his parents had probably died by now, by disease or goblins. Even if they were still alive, they probably wouldn't recognize their son anymore. He had not had a solid lead for 5 years now and he his own future to worry about. Njords Crest opened up the possibility of settling down. He had even considered opening a school at one point.\n\nHe reached the stable door and opened it. Sleipner, his horse, slept soundly, undisturbed by the bell, but Talin's raven Hugin stood at attention on top the horses head.\n\n Hugin, lets us depart. , Talin thought to his small friend.\n\nThe small bird lifted off the head off the horse and landed on Talin's shoulder.\n\n\" Excellent. \", said Talin.\n\nTalin closed the door to the stable and procceded over to the guard house."
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"author": "Methalor",
"message": " Bonggg... \n Bonggg... \n Bonggg... \n Bonggg... \n\nJal leapt to attention at the sounding of Aesir's Chime. He considered, for a moment, sliding quietly out of bed; but the reverberating gong would wake just about anyone. He grinned back at his sleepy lover, her flowing black hair framing a face he found more beautiful and angelic than depictions of Freya or Sif. Her smile in return, even after seeing it so many times, never failed to melt Jal's heart.\n\nA fellow skald, Nadja had arrived in Njord's Crest two years past, around the same time as Jal. The two young poets had clashed, each trying to outdo the other in an effort to win over the populace. Ultimately, competition and fierce public arguments turned into a mutual respect and friendship. It was about a year ago that the pair had confessed feelings for eachother and begun to share the same small hut. Both Jalthak and Nadja had worn semi-permanent grins ever since, and it was certainly said around town that tales of love had been hear from both storytellers more often ever since.\n\nBut Jal had little time to reflect on his good fortune - the gong signified that it was time to gather at the house of old Horst. With a quick kiss and softly-spoken professions of love, Jal sprung out of bed, searching for the tunic he had hastily discarded the night previous. Finding it after a minute of searching, he donned Axeturner, the magically imbued chain shirt that his old mentor had given him. Jal gingerly lifted Stormcaller from the small table that the massive greatsword rested comically upon, the contrast between sizes amusing the clouded early-morning mind of the skald. With a whispered farewell to the already-sleeping Nadja, Jal exited the hut into the cold morning air.\n\nJalthak reached the guard's house soon after, arriving with a short, meandering gait. He had, in fact, run most of the way, trying to rouse his mind and body from their clouded state, but did not want to appear too hurried to arrive at his destination. Wouldn't do if they thought him too eager to arrive on time - at least, so went his thinking. Graciously accepting his meal from Horst's wife with a flashed grin and words of praise for her cooking, Jal strolled over to where Akio sat.\n\n\"Look who's up a bit early after last night!\" Jal grinned at his fellow performer, \"Wasn't sure if you were going to get any rest before the Chime sounded! By the time we finished the tale of the Sons of Ivaldi, it looked like you'd never stop capering about. Nadja and I have a bit of a bet going - did the crowd finally allow you to retire for the night, or did you collapse from exhaustion first?\"\n\n(OOC: Apologies for quality, I'd rather get SOMETHING out than hold things up! 🙂 Also, sorry if I'm assuming too much about Akio, but I imagine that three performers in a smallish town would be pretty likely to know eachother.)"
},
{
"author": "Goats_o_Mjolnir",
"message": "Horst greeted everyone that entered warmly, and took a seat towards the front of the mess tables and cleared his throat with emphasis, waiting for the general chatter to lull.\n\n\"Friends, brothers, thank you for responding swiftly, as you know tonight our village will celebrate the coming of spring..\"Many of the men in the hall give a few positive grunts and whoops.\"... and Elder Fofi has asked that we be in charge of attaining a sacrifice for tonight, hence the early rising.\" Horst took a sip from his mug and continued. \"I scouted out into the sorrounding forest a few days ago, and for those of you that walk its domain perhaps you have seen this too, it seems the All-Father has blessed us for I found a pair of massive boars foraging at the roots of some trees, I would say about a mile or so in. So I say we track em, slay one for my wife to prepare, and the other we capture alive to give thanks to the Aesir!, what say you?\"\n\nResounding cheers trembled the hall, Horst grinned.\n\n\"I will be out at sea today fishing, but thier trail is easy to spot, so as soon as you finish breakfast, assemble for your hunt but keep a sharp eye, already I have recieved raven reports of goblin scout ships docking on several coastlines, most didnt survive the arrow volleys, but our Kings intelligence believed there may be others.\"\n\n(OOC: once you all are ready to leave, those of you who can track, roll when your hunt begins)"
},
{
"author": "Benejeseret",
"message": "Grasulfr lays curled up beside a loose bale of hay some thirty hards from the guardhouse. He is bored, but remains obediently in place guarding their kit and Branders axe. This does not, of course, preclude his from lifting his muzzle at each passer-by. Seeing no immediate return of Brander, he stretches and then circles to rest once more with a paw over his cold nose.\n\n\nInside the building Brander remains near the entrance. The interior is much to hot and humid with occupants for the rugged druid. He joins in the cheer with an orcish \" Huzzah !\" When the conversations return once more to excited chatter he looks for the most capable collection of townsmen and offers his aide, \" Your village has been kind to me and my denbrother, we would gladly lend ourselves to your hunt .\""
},
{
"author": "Agthorr",
"message": " We hunt, for Odin and the Æsir! \n\nAs Valtam stands, he comments, If there is a risk of goblins, a wise man might bring some healing potions. I have some skill with tending to the wounded after battle, but my talents are not well-suited for healing in the midst of heated battle. \n\nOutside, Valtam mounts his horse, and with a wry grin waits to follow the large wolf (Grimolfr) that sits nearby.\n\n(OOC: Valtam does not have track, but his wolf companion, Geri, can track by scent... assuming Grimolf tells Geri that we're tracking boar. Geri's Survival roll: (1d20+7)[ 27 ] )\n\nWhile not adept at tracking, Valtam nevertheless keeps his keen eyes and ears peeled--for boar, or anything else out of the ordinary."
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{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Grimolfr joined the two wolves, and he snarled and growled out the basics of the plan, as well as he could in the wolfish tongue simple as it was, and padded up to the head of the pack, his tongue lolling slightly out of his mouth as he pants, before retracting it and padding up to the horses."
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{
"author": "WarBrute",
"message": " Garik Argot \n\nThe man in the heavy winter clothes, began unwrapping his scarf the covered his face. He is revealed to have unusually dark complexion and deep black hair.\n\n \"I don't care if you say its spring, Its still damn cold.\" His voice is deep and has a tone of annoyance, but he is smiling. \"It’s been a long time since I have hunted in a group. I welcome the company.\" He stands and heads out the doors, wrapping only the bottom half of his head in the scarf before exiting.\n\nOutside he smiles at the wolves (at least that’s what it looks like what his eyes and brow is doing, not being able to see his obscured in by the scarf) and pulls himself up on to his light horse."
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{
"author": "Benejeseret",
"message": "Brander follows the others out, relishing as the crisp air catches his breath in fog. A gentle pat of his thigh brings Grasulfr to hand. We hunt he whispers to the Dire as he re-checks the straps and equipment lashed to its back.\n\nHe leaves Grasulfr readied with the other animals to help organize with the others, \" Do we all have mounts ?\"\n\n\" In the times I have taken small boar in the past, I have always found they fight to the last. Taking one alive may require more than brute strength. We druids can sometimes coax animals...but convincing a powerful beast to willingly walk to its death may be beyond our...charm. \"\n\nBrander stops to reflect a moment, recalling the boars met over the years, trying to awake thoughts that could aide him in the hunt.\n \n Spoiler \n Knowledge Nature (1d20+5)[ 15 ] \n \n\n\n\n{edit} [OOC: Have I listed my spells anywhere yet? If I have let me know and I'll use the old list, otherwise they are as follows]\n \n Spoiler \n 0th snowshoesx3, purify food/drink, Ram's Might\n1st Silvered Claws, longstrider, claws of the beast\n2nd Master Air, Nature's Favor\n3rd Thorns\n\nThese are also now on the character file\n "
},
{
"author": "Lithandrill",
"message": "Thangbrand grunts his approval when he hears of the hunt and looks around the room to judge the rest of the people assembled. Most of them he had atleast seen before and he had exchanged a few words with some.\n\n Aye, a hunt sounds better then more stories about invading goblins. Atleast you can eat boars and they offer a better challange too! \n\nWhen he hears the ideas of his fellow guardsmen he shakes his head a bellows in a loud, though slightly amused, voice:\n\n What?! Already all of you are talking off bringing horses and magic? Why don't we just bring a catapult or a legion of warriors?! Are you men of the north or what, here we hunt on foot and we watch our prey in the eye while we skewer them on our spears. We don't use horses or fancy magic! Say, Horst, do you still have those boar spears we used last hunt? "
},
{
"author": "Benejeseret",
"message": "Brander smirks at the youth's confidence. \" On the chance our quarry has moved another ten miles off, these old bones of mine prefer Grasulfr here. I like nothing more than the match of beast to brawn, but taking one alive may be harder than stalking and killing two. Failure to kill makes a few men hungry and angry...failure to capture and sacrifice makes the gods angry. \""
},
{
"author": "Lithandrill",
"message": "Thangbrand slowly nods his head in agreement and calms down, resigning to the fact that this is a hunt of necessity rather then a contest of strength.\n\n \"Your words hold wisdom. I spoke too soon and too rashly. If we are to capture one of these fierce beasts we could use a bit of help. Like you said killing one be a lot easier then dragging a live one back home. And I do not like the thought of having to stand before the altar and telling the gods on high that they will recieve no sacrifice this year. \n\nHe grins slightly and turns to Horst.\n\n I do not own a horse but I am sure I can borrow one around the village. Or maybe you, Horst, can find some horses for those of us who have none. "
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": " Akio \n\nAkio groaned in an exaggerated manner. \"A bit early? You have no idea! You went to bed before I even started the The Stones of Argenta, and we both know how long that one takes to tell.\" \n\nAfter Horst finishes telling all of us about the mission, Akio sighs. \"I have a plan,\" He says brightly. \"It begins with digging a hole...\" He trails off, and a whistful look comes over his face. \"I don't suppose that any of you are good at digging? "
},
{
"author": "Agthorr",
"message": " What?! Already all of you are talking off bringing horses and magic? Why don't we just bring a catapult or a legion of warriors?! Are you men of the north or what, here we hunt on foot and we watch our prey in the eye while we skewer them on our spears. We don't use horses or fancy magic! Say, Horst, do you still have those boar spears we used last hunt? \n\n(OOC: chronologically, this happens before Thangbrand's most recent statement)\n\nValtam fixes his one eye on Thangbrand and says \" A boar can run faster than a man; I doubt we'd ever catch them on foot. \" He continues, \" If you'd like a spear, you can borrow one of mine. \", as he pulls a spear out of his quiver and twirls it around. You can't help but notice that the spear is longer than the quiver. The spear appears brown, like wood, yet has a shine to it, like metal. (OOC: +1 spear, made with ironwood spell)"
},
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"author": "Lithandrill",
"message": "((Chronology is a bitch in PbP. This comes after Valtrams reply and before Thangbrand's last message))\n\n He might run faster then a ordinary man but I am confident I could keep up with one. I have hunted these woods for some years now and not once did I use a horse. \n\nThangbrand takes the spear and twirls it around once before nodding approvingly and handing it back. He gives Valtram a friendly but firm slap on the back.\n\n \"You know your trade, sir, whatever that might be. Not often have I seen such finely crafted spears. Tell me though what wood it is made of, if it is wood at all. Not once have I seen a tree that grows iron and it smells of witchcraft. But enough of that! I appreciate the offer but one should not give such finely made items to relative strangers. Maybe after we hunted together I'll take you up on it.\" "
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"author": "Goats_o_Mjolnir",
"message": "\"I have but one horse Thangbrand, I will go fetch him\"\nHorst trots out of the gaurdhouse and arrives back in a few moments later.\n\n\"Gmibold is stabled outside\" he says with a jerk of his thumb. Horst jogs over to kiss his wife goodbuy, grabs his pack, and summons Ufir to his side.\n\"If any of you still need mounts, the Bifrost Inn and stables might have a few, be sure to return Gmibold too me Thangbrand, give her too Diesa..\" he indicates his wife \"Im heading out to the fishing waters my friends, good luck to you!\"\n\nWith that the doir shut behind him, those who are outside see Horst sprinting towards the docks."
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{
"author": "Agthorr",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Lithandrill \n \"You know your trade, sir, whatever that might be. Not often have I seen such finely crafted spears. Tell me though what wood it is made of, if it is wood at all. Not once have I seen a tree that grows iron and it smells of witchcraft. But enough of that! I appreciate the offer but one should not give such finely made items to relative strangers. Maybe after we hunted together I'll take you up on it.\" \n \n\n The wood is solid ash, as all good spears are. I called upon the grace of Odin and the forest to bless this spear with their magic... for a time. The magic on this spear will expire this evening, when I shall call again for their blessing. "
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"author": "Benejeseret",
"message": "\" Grasulfr here always loves a good dig, but usually only if there's a badger at the bottom ,\" Brander chuckles to Akio while rubbing the wolf's flank, \" but I'm not sure we have the time to dig such a trap big enough to hold a large beast...nor could we easily move it once inside. \"\n\nHe looks over the group once more, \" Does anyone know the locals well enough to secure poisons or influences over the mind... Ha! perhaps we could just get it smashing drunk, then the gods could enjoy its flesh, spirit and spirits .\"\n\n\nBrander then leads Grasulfr to the eastern edge of town and leaves him with the instructions, Find Big Boars, NO attacking, Find me . He kneels, with one hand on Grasulfr's thigh and runs his fingers through the dirt, whispering a prayer. Trusting in the animals to locate the beasts and return to lead the men, Brander returns to the group to work out how one is to be captured. Once the wolves locate the prey, Grasulfr will return to collect Brander.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Brander cast Longstrider on Grasulfr (lasts 5 hours). Grasulfr tracks by scent the boars. Perhaps the other wolves go with him? He sees the little wolf quickly catch the scent and follows to aide with the search. Aid Another (tracking) DC=10 (1d20+10)[ 25 ] \n\n\nOOC: taking something that does not disable or fall unconscious until at -10hp is going to practically require one of us to think of necessary magic or skills. The druids might be able to aid one another and make a successful Wild Empathy check, but the -10 penalty to do it in under a minute would be hard.....now if only we could make it calm or stand still and listen to us for a full minute....them it might work.\n "
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Grimolfr bounds after Grasulfr, and barks and yips the question of destination, though he trusts the large Dire and believes he knows the destination anyway."
},
{
"author": "Exeson",
"message": "Arriving late to the conversation, Snorri plods up to the group, looking very surly. Upon seeing all the wolves his mood darkens.\n \nGreat, why so many Odin-damned wolves? it will be a miracle if none of them smell Amon on me, today just keeps getting worse.\n \n \"I have no mount, never liked horses. Also, is it ok to, ugh, pre-cook the boar?\" He says, patting his morningstar. The observant will notice that tiny licks of flame seem to be playing in the back of his mouth as he speaks.\n\n \"as to capturing it alive, surly we could bludgeon it into unconsciousness?\" "
},
{
"author": "Lithandrill",
"message": "Thangbrand thanks Horst for the horse and promises him that he'll get it back as soon as he is done with it.\n\n A trap hole might work to catch one alive. But the winter is not quite done yet and the ground is still mostly frozen. It will be a hard and arduous task to dig a hole let alone one for a huge boar. Maybe a few of us could hold it down while another ties it's legs together? As for knocking it into submission I am not sure. We could very well kill it and then we'd have to come back home with two dead boars.\n\nEither that or we chase it into the village and hope we can lock it in someone's house... \n\nHe bellows his loud laugh and checks the horse's saddle and to hang his longbow from one of the straps.\n\n Whatever we decide though lets talk about it on the way. We still have quite some distance before we get to the thick of the woods that Horst told us about. \n\nWith this he mounts his horse and gets ready to follow the others."
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": " Akio \n\nAkio grins, \"I know I can distract them, at least as long as I can play,\" He stops for a beat, \"Jal and I, I should say. Combined, our talents will have the beasts staring for hours,\" \n\nHe frowns then, and says, \"The rest of you would have to be careful, though. If you distract them, we may end up with a stampede toward us frail dancer types,\" while looking pointedly at himself."
},
{
"author": "WarBrute",
"message": "The dark man pulls down his scarf to speak \"Boars don’t fall unconscious, they fight to the last breath. Perhaps if we had a large enough net, we could chase him in to it. We would have to make sure it was well secured before bringing it into the town. If it was to get free it could cause severe casualties. He shrugs and pulls the scarf back up over his mouth."
},
{
"author": "Exeson",
"message": "Snorri turns to Thangbrand.\n\n \"I have ways of melting the snow and unfreezing the ground, then perhaps the dogs could dig the whole and you prancing types can lure the boar into the hole. Then we can immobilize it using, say, one of the fishing nets?\" "
},
{
"author": "Methalor",
"message": "\"Ha!\" Jalthak laughed at Akio, \"Frail dancer, my foot! One who can caper all night long can hardly be called frail!\"\n\n\"As for me... Well, I don't mind it when things get messy.\" Jal grinned, pointedly patting the greatsword strapped to his back.\n\n\"Snorri's plan sounds excellent to me. Between Akio and myself, I think we can distract and lure the boar towards the pit. While a boar might not be appreciative of skaldic poetry, a good song might distract it well. And Akio here... Well, his dances can be just plain fascinating .\"\n\n\"If Akio and I stick together, I should be able to hold off the boar for a short while should something go wrong. I'm a poet AND a warrior, don't forget! Still, I've hunted these boars before, and I can't say it'd be easy - so we better have a solid backup plan, should something go wrong. What do the spellslingers have in the way of charms and barriers?\""
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{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": " Akio \n\nAkio heads off to Bifrost Inn, collects whatever mounts the group need, and brings them back, along with a rather large fishing net.\nOOC: I'm assuming that we can procure these items, and just getting the fetching out of the way. If we can't, let me know and I'll edit this post.\n \n\"Brander, I see that you've sent off your wolf, and perhaps we should follow? He will certainly find the boars before we will, and we can finish our chat on the road.\" With a small frown, he mounts and starts after the wolves, \"So, who's digging?\" He asks. \"I may have a song to help you do that...\" "
},
{
"author": "Benejeseret",
"message": "[ OOC: From the looks of the rolls I assume the animals have no trouble tracking the animals. So, Grasulfr will quickly return (longstrider after all) to pick up Brander and lead the group onward.]\n\nDespite the urgings of the others, Brander waits patiently at the edge of the forest a few minutes longer. Soon, the Dire Wolf Grasulfr bursts from the underbrush and scampers over to excitedly lick Branders hand.\n\nHe mounts up onto Grasulfr and has the beast lead the group to a spot until within five hundred feet upwind of the prey. There, he turn in the saddle to Valtam, \" My training has brought me down a differing path, but do you have the gift of shaping? If nature grants you the claws to burrow then perhaps this pit-trap idea could come to fruition .\""
},
{
"author": "Agthorr",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Benejeseret \n \" My training has brought me down a differing path, but do you have the gift of shaping? If nature grants you the claws to burrow then perhaps this pit-trap idea could come to fruition .\" \n \n\nValtam appears startled for a moment, wondering where his mind has been. \" Of course! Here's the plan. I'll take care of digging a hole that is wide enough to hold two boars and deep enough so they cannot escape. If one of you can conjure an illusion to cover the hole, great. If not, we'll gather some fallen branches, thatch them loosely together, and cover with whatever kind of underbrush is available. \"\n\n\" Jalthak and Akio, can you lure the boars into the trap? If not, someone on horseback will agitate the boars so they give chase, then run towards the trap and leap over it with their horse. The rest of us will be hiding near the pit, in case something goes awry. \"\n\n\" Once the boars are in the pit, we can pelt them with rocks and other things at our leisure until they're unconscious. Then we can climb down with a rope to kill one and tie the other securely. We'll wrap them in a net, one at a time, and use the horses to haul the net out of the pit. We'll also need a cart in which to transport the boars back. \"\n\n(OOC: \"pelt with rocks\" = or do non-lethal damage with ordinary weapons at a -4 penalty to attack. Also, replace \"cart\" with \"sled\" if the terrain is snowy/icy; I don't know but Valtam does)\n\nOnce we select an appropriate location for the trap, Valtam transforms into a Dire Badger and digs the hole in a few minutes. (OOC: 10' wide by 30' long by 10' deep should be enough?)\n\nOnce the hole is complete, Valtam returns to human form."
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{
"author": "Goats_o_Mjolnir",
"message": "(OOC:Gunna expedite a wee tad)\n\nThanks to Grasulfr,Grimolfr, and Geri your hunting party manages to locate the boars with ease. The boars are forraging by a massive tree with thier snouts low to the ground, your party moves a few hundred feet away and begins to prepare the trap.\n\nPlease make the appropriate rolls to prepare and EVERYONE please make a move silently check twice DC10 for both."
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": " Akio \n\nMove Silently - (1d20+10)[ 20 ] \nMove Silently again - (1d20+10)[ 17 ] \n\nAkio withdraws his pan-pipes and \"prepares his dancing shoes\", as he says."
},
{
"author": "Lithandrill",
"message": "((**** I have movesilentphobia))\n\n \"Move Silent First\" - (1d20-2)[ 16 ](14) \n \"Move Silent Second\" - (1d20-2)[ 6 ](4) \n\nCunhail draws his long bow and prepares to shoot as soon as the boar notices them. (Ready action to shoot on a failed Moev silent check)"
},
{
"author": "Agthorr",
"message": "Since Valtam knows that in human form he's about as stealthy as an elephant, when the wolves start to draw even vaguely close, he dismounts, ties up Hrimfaxi (horse), changes to dire badger form, moves to the appropriate location, does his digging business, and waits in badger form around 100' from the trap in the direction furthest from the boars (and closer to Hrimfaxi).\n\n(OOC: retconing slightly because I originally pictured digging the hole first and finding the boars second; hope that's OK? In human form the mod on these rolls is -7 instead of +3)\n\nMove silently as Dire Badger:\n (1d20+3)[ 7 ] \n (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \n\nMove silently for Geri, wolf companion:\n\n (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \n (1d20+4)[ 16 ] \n\n(OOC: I'm assuming the Hrimfaxi is tied far enough away not to matter)\n\n(OOC: Hey, Akio, want to cast Silence on the prep area? You're pretty stealthy, but with a group of 8 or 9 somebody is bound to make noise)"
},
{
"author": "Exeson",
"message": "Snorri follows the group, hanging at the back. When they arrive at the scene he grudgingly turns to Valtam.\n\n \"Need a help thawing the ground before you start digging?\" "
},
{
"author": "Benejeseret",
"message": "Brander winces at the crunching up sticks nearby and tries to hold himself still.\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20-2)[ 5 ] (1d20-2)[ 10 ] ....maybe he would get situational move silently check as he is not 'moving' and is mounted\n \n\n\nHe holds a hand out, palm down, signalling Grasulfr to skulk. \n Spoiler \n (1d20+4)[ 8 ] (1d20+4)[ 24 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Goats_o_Mjolnir",
"message": "Both boars prick up thier heads at the sounds of twig snaps and shuffling. For several heartbeats they remain still, twitching thier ears and sniffing at the air. The boars grunt and begin to wadde away at a light trot another few yards, before resuming foraging, but at a slower, more alerted, pace.\n\nI recommend the silence spell as well;)"
},
{
"author": "Methalor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nMove Silently checks: (1d20)[ 2 ] , (1d20)[ 14 ] .\n \n\n--Earlier--\n\"Aye, I think Akio and myself can lure those boars. I know there's enough fair ladies who'd like to follow that dancing all around town! If all else fails, I have a bit of illusion and fast feet - I'd bet ya anything I can run just as fast!\"\n\n--Now--\nJal cursed silently as he stumbled over a still snow-covered root, feet crunching down hard on a stray twig. He drew in a sharp breath at this own clumsiness, mentally whispering a plea to Ullr for the boars to not pay heed to his oafishness.\n\nHe sat back from the diggers, having no real ability to aid them in their task - singing a song would be rather counterproductive, given the necessity of silence. Jal simply shuffled through his mental catalog of songs, trying to pick one that might have a pleasant enough tune to appeal to wild beasts."
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Grimolfr stalks the snowy woods as deftly as any of his wolfish kin, stalking the boars, his white fur blending with the snowy ground as his piercing ice blue eyes tracks them, he sniffs the air as if sampling it.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n Wouldn't i get the skill benefits from my animal form? if so move silently 1 (1d20+7)[ 17 ] move silently 2 (1d20+7)[ 11 ] if not move silently 1 (1d20+4)[ 13 ] Move silently 2 (1d20+4)[ 21 ] also, what does DC stand for? (this is probably a very nooby question, but I'm tired and I can't remember right now 🤨 😳)\n "
},
{
"author": "WarBrute",
"message": "The man pulls on horse’s reins to single him to halt. He eyes the two boars and whispers, “Well which one should we take alive. I guess we could decide once they’re in the pit.” He trails off. He shifts in his saddle and pulls an arrow from his quiver.\n\n[OOC: I’m assuming you already made my Move Silently rolls for me judging how you continued the game]"
},
{
"author": "Goats_o_Mjolnir",
"message": "Nope, I just pushed the boars farther away so this can be sped up and you guys can get the meaty, tender part :D"
},
{
"author": "WarBrute",
"message": "ok then MS rolls\n\n (1d20+8)[ 26 ] \n (1d20+8)[ 22 ] \n\nI guess I should roll for horse too.\n\n (1d20+1)[ 2 ] \n (1d20+1)[ 18 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": " Akio \n \"Gather 'round, my friends. I've a spell of silence I can use to quiet us.\" He sighs. \"Silly me, forgetting that I have spells...\" \n \n Spoiler \nI'll cast silence around wherever we decide to dig, and hang around there until we finish.\n "
},
{
"author": "Agthorr",
"message": "After finishing with his digging as a dire badger, Valtam makes some paw gestures indicating that someone should cover the hole with an illusion spell."
},
{
"author": "Benejeseret",
"message": "Grasulfr and Brander sit at the northern edge of the silence, ready to bound off and wrap around the flank of the boars. Brander takes the moments of silence to study the brush along his path, planning out the route to funnel the boars towards the hole.\n\n[knowledge nature: (1d20+5)[ 17 ] preparing for a situational bonus to his next action through the brush]"
},
{
"author": "Methalor",
"message": "(OOC: I have Silent Image, which would be perfect for this... Except it requires concentration. If Jal is going out into the open, he can't concentrate on that AND distracting/enticing the boar.)"
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": " Akio \n \"No offense, my friend, but I think you should cast the illusion spell,\" Akio says to Jal, just outside of the silenced area and opposite the boars. \"You and I can both preform, but we both know that my shirt(/vest-thing) let's my be better at it than I normally am.\" \n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \nOk, I have two preform skills, and both are at a +17 bonus (yay ability bonus magical items!!). I was hoping that I would play and that we could get an aid another action going with you playing, but if one of us needs to cast the spell...\nIn any case, since I'd make two preform checks, I think the boars would have to beat both of them to become not fascinated, and my effect would last longer because I have more bard levels.\n "
},
{
"author": "Exeson",
"message": "Snorri stands nearby waiting, his abilities are worthless until there needs to be some killing done."
},
{
"author": "Methalor",
"message": "\"Aye, s'true. Besides, I doubt the boars would be interested in an epic poem anyhow!\" Jal whispered, winking at Akio, \"I guess I might as well cast this illusion I've been holding in reserve!\"\n\nTaking a small bit of fleece out of the component pouch girded to his belt, Jal mumbled a few words of arcane power. Spells and storytelling really weren't that different - he'd decided that a long time ago. Unfortunately, he knew his magical potential was far too limited to do much more than the few tricks he already knew - it was not where his talents lay. Still, for small, silent illusions, he could proudly cast one.\n\nAs he concentrated on the effect, the pit began to be covered by underbrush virtually identical to that of the area surrounding it. As he mentally manipulated the arcane energies surging through his body, he worked hard to integrate the illusion convincingly into the surrounding environment. Finally satisfied that his trickery was suitable to fool a dumb animal, he wordlessly signalled to Akio to undertake his portion of the plan. As he continued to concentrate on the spell, he drew Stormcaller from its sheath - he wanted some backup, in case things went wrong."
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": " Akio \n\nIn one fluid motion, Akio dissolves his bubble of silence, and reveals himself to the boars.\n\n \"You may remember this tune,\" his says gaily as he raises his pipes to his mouth and begins to dance.\n\nPreform checks\n \n Spoiler \nPreform(dance) - (1d20+17)[ 25 ] \nPreform(pan-pipes) - (1d20+17)[ 30 ] \n \n\n\nStatblock, just in case\n \n Spoiler \n{table]Akio\t|Human\t|Bard\t|5\t|Chaotic Good\t|Med\n 22/22 \t|+2\t|30 ft\t|AC/T/FF\t|17 / 12 / 15\t|Chain shirt\nMelee Atk\t|Scimitar +5\t|1d6+2\t|Ranged\t\t|Dagger\t\t|1d4+1\nSaves\t|Fort +1\t|Ref +6\t|Will +4\nSrt - 12\t|Dex - 14\t|Con - 10\t|Int - 14\t|Wis - 10\t|Cha - 20[/table]\n "
},
{
"author": "Benejeseret",
"message": "Brander tenses and glanced side-ways to Akio and the others, \" Are the beasts bedazzled and fascinated...or waiting for the right moment to gore us ?\"\n\nGrasulfr is signaled to bring the duo north and slowly circle at a non-threatening pace. They are both careful for to make eye contact with the boars."
}
] |
[
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "A few days out of port, the ship is thrown off course by a terrible storm, and runs aground on one of the many unknown reefs in the White Sea. The sea vomits many pieces of flotsam on to the beach, including yourselves."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "Your gear has all washed on to shore with you. You might want to assume that you had more stuff, but that it got lost in the wreck."
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": "The stench greeted my senses before the sight truly took hold. I reached up and scraped the bow and seaweed from my hair. Its usual blond now a dark brown with just a hint of green.\n\nLooking down i realized that my leg was slightly injured. Trust me to still get hurt in what seemed to be a god assisted escape from harm.My red robe clung to my body but seemed to be already drying from the sun. I had no possessions to worry about, so i was ready.\n\nI eventually got my bearings and stood up. Grabbing what was left of what appeared to be my room and what may have actually been a plank of wood, i set off towards the closest person i could find using it as support.\n\nOn the way i looked inland to see if there was anything worth noting.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d4)[ 3 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "lostlittlebear",
"message": "Generic looks up around him.\n\nHis blue eyes are well framed by his blond hair (which somehow is still standing on end despite their wetness), and his bulging muscles somehow manage to ripple despite their concealment by bulky chainmail.\n\nPicking up his 10 foot long zanbatto/katana/overlyhugebastardsword/dualscimitar, he jabs it into the sand before him.\n\nSaying a prayer to Typical, the god of good and light, he stands up and cries out in a deep, manly voice, (as dramatic music plays in the background and lighting crashes)\n\n\"I, Generic the Lastnameless One, swear that I will avenge tis greatest insult, and restore the Cliche to this cursed world!\""
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": "Skvar the Skald slowly swims to shore.\n\nA black haired, brown eyed middle aged man with a bulbous red nose paddles shoreward holding onto a sea chest. He wears only a pair of pants.\nAs he arrives ashore, he opens the sea chest, uncorks and finishes off the contents of a small barrel, and puts on a chainmail shirt. This is followed by a belt, a backpack, and some other gear. He begins to play some pan pipes and look towards the rest of the flotsam drifting in."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Viginti_tres \n I eventually got my bearings and stood up. Grabbing what was left of what appeared to be my room and what may have actually been a plank of wood, i set off towards the closest person i could find using it as support.\n\nOn the way i looked inland to see if there was anything worth noting. \n \n\nYou can see the other two obviously. There's someone near you, an old dwarf woman, but when you get closer you can see that she's dead. She has a head wound, and you guess that she must have been knocked unconscious and drowned.\n\nLooking inland the beach quickly turns into dense forest.\n\nThe main thing you can hear, other than Generic, is the sound of birds and insects coming from the forest, louder than anything you'd hear at home."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Sarah lifts her small 3’3” body to its full height then shakes vigorously to remove the water. Sarah pushes her dark hair out of her face and looks over the island with dark searching eyes. Then begins to pick up her stuff and whatever stray stuff she finds lying around.\n\nSarah stops for a moment listening to the sounds of the island. “Seems like there’s lots of bugs here, at least we won’t starve.”"
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": " \"Can you see any other survivors\" i yelled while walking towards Sarah. Stopping on the way to make sure the musical man was alright.\n\nI glanced towards the warrior type, but figured he would be fine and so i let him finish his soliloquy.\n\n \"Anyone need healing? Anyone have a plan? I asked exasperated. This couldn't be happening now, not when i was so close."
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": "\"I see something that survived\". I then move out into the flotsam and begin pulling on some robes covered in intricate patterns."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Sarah will help Skvard pull the survivor out of the water."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Skvar \n \"I see something that survived\". I then move out into the flotsam and begin pulling on some robes covered in intricate patterns.. \n \n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Sneaky Sarah \n Sarah will help Skvard pull the survivor out of the water. \n \n\nIt turns out that they're just robes. But very fine robes they are; three of them, each covered in a different, intricate pattern. They don't seem to be torn. But obviously clothes like these aren't designed to be worn in the water."
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": " \"Night is soon approaching, i know i hold no authority over you but if i do hold some sway i would suggest we travel inland.\" \n\nI said as i walked towards the forest. Without turning back to face them i continue.\n\n \"I am going in either way, but your company would be greatly appreciated.\" "
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Sarah yells to Konsgiver. “Hold on a minute. Let us gather up what useful items can be found on this beach before we go. It will only take a few minutes.”\n\n“Skvard gather up these robes and I’ll check on her” Sarah says pointing to the dead woman.\n\nSarah will go and search dead woman and then join Konsgiver."
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": " \" Check on her then. Although i would much prefer it if you simply stated your actual meaning. Loot her that is. I said.\n\nLooking down at the sand on the beach i saw an interesting shell. I picked it up and examined it while the others slowly progressed through there duties.I stood with one ear always listening to the sounds of nature coming from the jungle, they just seemed so unnatural."
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": "Skvar pulls the robes from the water, and places them on the beach to dry."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Viginti_tres \n \" Check on her then. Although i would much prefer it if you simply stated your actual meaning. Loot her that is. I said. \n \n\n“I’d prefer not to spend my island vacation listen to your snarky attitude so lose it.”"
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": " \"Well no one said you had to spend it with me. Stay here by yourself if you will. However i wouldn't suspect it would be long before you started hearing voices, a rustling in the jungle and before long you would have given your life to this place.\" I said looking Sarah in the eyes\n\n \"While i don't necessarily like you and you me. I wouldn't want to see that happen. Plus I'm sure you have your uses, fodder and such.\"\n\n\"You just about done looting\" I said with a wry smile\n\n \"..And are you just about done luting. Well i was never good with instruments but i think thats a lute, or is a lute a harp? No matter\" I rambled towards the drunk little man\n\n \"And well him, he can stay here if he wants. I think he is too deep in his monologue to hear us anyway.\" I laughed.\n\nThrowing the shell from one hand to another for a second i thought about the current situation for a while, before pocketing it and making my way towards the treeline."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Wondering how anyone can grow to adulthood without ever learning simple manners, Sarah walks over to Skvard, lays the robe she found beside the others, and sits down."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "The robes all seem to be good quality. From left to right, they are:\n\n'Sarah's robe' is orange, and is covered in a pattern of black crowns.\n\nThe next robe is purple, covered in a black pattern of peacocks.\n\nThe next robe is black, covered in a pattern of purple lion's heads, facing left.\n\nThe final robe is black."
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": "After i noticed that the others weren't following me i turned back from the tree line and trying to hide the fact that i was afraid to go in alone i cited the cold as my reason for walking back.\n\n \"If no-one minds i think i will grab that lion headed robe, i could use the warmth. I haven't quite dried yet and umm...\" I grabbed the robe and sat on the beach to examine it for a while. The lions were brave and fierce looking and so i decided to put it on."
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": " \"Hey, who said you could have any of these robes? I spied them in the water, and I pulled them to shore. By rights, this salvage is mine. But if you had anything to drink, I wouldn't mind trading. If you think a tavern stands in those trees, foolish fop, lead on. And if the trees hold only death for the brave, or better a tale to tell, lead on faster.\" "
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": " \"Well i did ask. Really though are you going to need all these coats. Would you rather we said it was on loan. It is yours still but i just wear it.\n\nThen in the first tavern we reach i will buy you a drink and the transaction will be complete.\" I said, arms flailing.\n\n \"I do think there will be quite a story to tell if any of us get out with working lips.\" "
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": " That deal sounds fair. When we have pillaged this patch of wilderness, all debts shall be repaid in wine and song and celebration.\" "
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Sarah stands and dusts herself off. Then she picks up her robe and shakes it out. At first she puts it around her shoulders admiring the colors, but the robe is to big for Sarah so she takes it off, folds it up, and stuffs it into her backpack.\n\nSarah walks over to Konsgiver and pats him on the back in a friendly way. “Are we off then?”\n\nSarah looks to the others to make sure they are ready to go then heads toward the forest."
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": " \"I've been ready since we first arrived on this god forsaken land\" I said staring down at the lions on the robe, entranced momentarily.\n\n \"'What do we do about him? I said pointing towards the silhouette of Generic. \"This place is no ordinary reef and i would hazard a guess the reason it remains unknown is because of that.\n\nHowever i can see no other option than to venture deeper into the abyss\" I said gazing worriedly into the jungle, as what i think were eyes gazed back."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "\"Pah! I, Generic the Lastnameless One, need no nursemaids! I shall take my revenge.....alone!\"\n\nHe stomps off along the beach."
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": "\"Damned fool! Are you looking to be a monster's meal? Don't you need someone there to see your heroic revenge and to sing of it for the ages?\" Skvar packs the remaining robes into his backpack, and starts to follow the fool, holding an unlit torch and pan pipes in his hands."
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": "With a sigh i looked towards Sarah.\n\n \"Well it looks like our walk through the forest will have to be postponed.\"\n\n\"I am almost certain he requested he go alone, i for one was willing to oblige but it seems out of my hands now. You want to join us? I exclaimed and began to trudge along after the others."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Viginti_tres \n With a sigh i looked towards Sarah.\n\n You want to join us? I exclaimed and began to trudge along after the others. \n \n\n\"Why Not?\""
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "You follow the barbarian along the beach. He looks behind, but doesn't acknowledge you other than to start walking faster. Shaking your head, you follow him.\n\nThe beach soon turns into pebbles, then rocks, then bigger rocks. The terrain starts to rise. You find yourselves clambering over slippery boulders, with the sea crashing into the cliff below you."
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": " \"Where does he think he is going? You see now where niceties get you, a cliff. \" I said looking down at the frothing water slowly eroding the fragile enough land.\n\n \"How long do you reckon we should keep this up? Should we just keep going till one of us falls to our death?\" \n\nThe robe felt heavy on my shoulders but i couldn't bring myself to take it off, so i continued walking and climbing fingering the shell in my pocket forcefully until it broke in my palm."
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": "(Casting luck repeatedly to assist others and myself with any climbing there is to do. This is what it looks/sounds like)\n\nSkvar begins singing part of the saga of Vandrig and the Dragon, in particular where Vandrig is climbing the high mountains to reach the dragon.\n\n \"...and losing his rope and loosing his hook,\none last time at the ground he looks.\nHe climbs the wall with sword and knife,\nfor the dragon had stolen his good wife....\" \n\netc."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Moving cautiously up the rocks Sarah stops and pushes the hair out of her face. “Just let him go Skvard. He doesn’t want to hang out with us.”"
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": "\"Damn his eyes then. It's a shame he's lost to the wilderness, but I'll not let this untamed land claim the rest of us.\""
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": " \"I like that logic. I know i thought he was going the wrong way, but i have no ideas as to what the right way is.\" I said.\n\n \"Any directional preferences?\" "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": " "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "Generic disappears from view."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "“Maybe we can get a better view of the island from up here. “ Sarah will look over the forest and the beach, searching for signs of civilization, or anything interesting."
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": "Strange, i thought as i looked down at my robe, but no matter.\n\n \"We have no way off the island where we are so our best bet is to head inland and through to the other side. See what we can find.\" I said."
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": "(If Sarah is climbing, use Luck on her)"
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by F.L. \n (If Sarah is climbing, use Luck on her) \n \n\nSarah will climb to the top of the cliff to see if she can get a better view."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Sarah comes back down the high cliff panting. Looking at the others she points inland. “I couldn’t tell how big the island is but there is some sort of building in that direction.”\n\nSarah sits down on a rock and waves toward the beach. “There is a trail back on the beach that leads into the jungle. I saw movement on the trial.\"\n\n\"Beyond the beach there are more cliffs like these. On those cliffs I saw smoke. Just passed the smoke there is a ship wrecked on the rocks. It is not our ship.“\n\nLooking up at the darkening sky Sarah stands. “We should get off these cliffs. We can decide where to go once we are at the bottom.”"
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": " \"Where there is smoke there will be fire, and where there is a boat there might be a way off this island. So that is my vote\" I said while struggling down the cliffs."
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": "\"Let's leave for that building.\" (Oh, and why struggle down a cliff when you can recieve a luck spell? Since I believe Viginte_Tres character has the lowest explorer dice in this group, help him.)"
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "You all make it safely back to the beach, where you're faced with the choice of heading towards the building on top of the hill (whether that be via the trail or directly through the jungle), or towards the rocks at the other end of the beach, where Sarah said she saw the shipwreck and the plume of smoke."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "\"I think we should take the trail. It is a sing of civilization, I saw someone on it, and it probably leads to the building. Plus I am tired of climbing rocks today. We can go and see who is camped on the cliffs tomorrow.\""
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": " \"Well ok, i guess if we make it through to tomorrow the boat will too.\n\nBut if anything goes wrong it is on you bard.\" I spoke glancing around the path."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "You set off along the path. You're grateful that it's getting cooler as evening draws on. It's also surprising how much the jungle shades you from the hot sun.\n\nPS should've also said - you find the path easily enough once you know it's there."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Sarah whispers to the others, “Something’s wrong. It’s to quiet around here. Remember all the birds and bugs we heard when we were on the beach. I don’t here them now. “"
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": "\"Or it could be that the wildlife stops making noise as the day ends. You worry too much.\""
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "\"Perhaps. I’m going to take a few steps into the jungle and investigate more.”\n\nWithout waiting for a reply Sarah moves off the trail and into the jungle."
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": " \"One can Never worry too much. Speaking of which, when walking into a mysterious jungle, especially one that only a minute ago had you freaked, don't walk in alone.\" I said while briskly catching up with Sarah, eventually taking the lead.\n\n \"We have already lost one of our small enough number, and the worst seems yet to come. You better join us too Skvar, Keep an eye out.\" I said . The jungle growing thicker, the building closer."
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": "Skvar tries to hustle and follow the others."
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": "I stare in disbelief and am unable to move momentarily. My judgment returns to me just as i hear something approach me from behind.\n\n \"Skvar , Sarah! Stay close to me.\" I say, the tone of my voice fluctuates with my state of emotions.\n\n \"Who , or what are you?\" I question the three while turning to see what is coming at us from the rear.\n\nWorried at what this may come to i ready my mind. Power wells in my hand, sparking from finger to finger, waiting for the first and last sign that this bad situation we were in had gotten worse."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Sarah fires her bow at the charging wild man. “Konsgiver! Behind You!”"
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": "I try to cast luck to aid Konsgiver's spell's damage."
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": "Staring at the new figure emerging from the foliage in front of me i waited for one of these things to respond.\n\nHearing Sarah's cry i quickly turned as fast as i could, My body responded better than expected and as soon as i felt stable i released the power welled in my digits. The canopy above was temporarily lit up.\n\nI felt empty inside as my body struggled to recover from such a harsh loss of energy. Managing to look up i squinted into the jungle, looking to see if the threat still remained.\n\n \n Spoiler \nLighting: (1d10)[ 6 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "Konsgiver turns around at Sarah's shouted warning. He points at the running figure, who is almost on him, and lightning flies from his fingers just as the thing slashes at his face with its long fingernails.\n\nThe blast knocks the thing backwards. There is a smell, as of cooked meat. All three things scream. They sound exactly like startled crows. Then they turn, and run into the forest.\n\nIt seems as if Konsgiver is unharmed. Then, slowly, he slumps to the ground, dead."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Sarah looks at Skvard. \"Those guys where mean. Let's get out of this jungle before they come back.\""
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "Suddenly Konsgiver's eyes open. He coughs and gasps for air. You cunningly conclude that he wasn't dead after all."
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": "Slowly opening my eyes i lay on the ground for a few seconds stunned before leaping up and almost attacking Skvard.\n\nAfter regaining my bearings i turned to the others and said \"I could hear you. As soon as i hit the ground you were happily rid of me. Did you not think to bury me, or at least to check my pulse?\"\n\n\"You wonder why i don't respect people, well its because they leave you dead in the middle of a forest.\" \n\nLooking towards the ground i attempted to find any trace of a trail that i could follow. Not finding anything i turned to the others.\n\n \"I'm normally a great tracker, but ahh i am a little groggy still and my visions a bit blurry. Do you think you could have a look for me?\" \n\nI pulled the robe tighter around my body. Whatever that thing was i knew i was going to kill it, the urge for vengeance was overpowering.\n\nIts only fair, it did kill me first."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Sarah smiles laughing a little as Konsgiver complains, but then begins to shake her head when he get to the part about tracking the wild-men down. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. They probably went home and considering how easily they whipped you I don’t think the three of us could handle a whole village full.”"
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": " \"From the looks of it i didn't do to badly. I'm fine now and i think i got him pretty good. I can't take them on my own though, so I'm happy to wait. That wont be the last of it though. \" I said angrily.\n\nCalming i looked up at my fellow castaways. Where to then? Do we continue along the path, knowing that it may lead to more of...um.. whatever they are? "
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Sarah looks up at the sky. \"It's going to be dark in about an hour. We should look for a place to make camp.\""
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "\"Let's go back to the trail and get as far away from this spot as we can in the next hour. Will make camp at sundown. It's not going to be cold tonight so we should be fine outside.\"\n\n\"Would you guys rather go farther inland or back toward the beach?\""
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": " \"Well we have made it this far alright so i see no need to backtrack.\" I said.\n\n \"We must be getting close now anyway.\" "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "You head back to the path and keep walking up the path. Almost immediately, you hear human voices on the path ahead of you."
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": "Skvar tries to be quiet and listens."
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": "With a sigh i leaned in trying to hear the voices, while remaining hidden and quiet myself."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Sarah plants herself in the middle of the trail and draws her sword."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "A tall elf walks around the corner and stops. She draws her rapier and shouts \"I found them!\""
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": "I looked up at the intruder, stunned. I recalled how this all went down last time and backed behind Skvar and keeping an eye on Sarah.\n\n \"Be quiet!\" I yelled, before realizing the irony.\n\n \"We aren't worth the trouble we would cause.\nWhoever you are and whatever the reason you wanted to find us, both are inadequate. We are three adventurers and you are simply one. \" I spoke, trying my best to intimidate.\n\nI continued \"However we are not always merciless. If you were to turn your back and leave, I'm sure we would allow it.\" \n\nGazing intently at the stranger I wiped one hand down the side of my robe, the other held in front of me, ready.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf the Elf makes any hostile movements with the Rapier / Turns its back to me or any other sign of weakness i would like to Defend Myself / Attack.\n\nI will try and get the magic right this time.\n\nTo Cast : (d12)[ 2 ] \nDamage: (d10)[ 10 ] \n\nHowever if the elf initiates dialog only then i would like to continue that first.\n "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "Two almost identical humans appear on the path behind her.\n\nShe stares at you.\n\n\"Well...right then. That's your final word is it?\""
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": "\"No, I think my final words will be 'pour me another one, I can handle it.' Much as I'd enjoy a glorious battle right now, surely survival's hard enough on this island? Why were you looking for us? Are you also survivors of a shipwreck?\""
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "\"Yes actually, we are.\""
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Sarah puts her sword away. \"Let's be friends?\""
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "The elf doesn't. \"You should come with us.\""
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "\"Where? Why? Quit being so mysterious and just tell us what you want.\""
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "\"Look, it's getting on for dark. We've got to get back to the village. If you want to come with us we should leave now.\""
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": "I lowered my hand while eying the newcomers suspiciously.\n\n \"So are you actually giving us a choice? or just the illusion of one?\" i asked.\n\n \"I'm guessing that means you're not going to do what Sarah asked and tell us something. Well i will go wherever these two want, we stick together.\" I said while gesturing at Sarah and Skvar.\n\n \"What do you guys think?\" "
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": "\"I say we should go to even the hint of a warm fire and a hot meal, and follow them.\""
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Sarah looks at the elf. \"Quit pointing your sword at me and I'll be happy to come with you. Otherwise I'm going to assume you want to fight.\""
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "She lowers it a bit.\n\n\"You put yours down first.\""
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "(I put it away a few posts ago)\nSatisfied that the elf and her friends are not going to attack, Sarah agrees to go to the camp."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "(sorry, so you did).\n\nThe elf and the two human women gesture for you to take the lead, and you set off down the path."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Wary of having strangers at her back, Sarah will walk slowly and let the new comers over take her."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "They slow down to keep you ahead of them."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Rali turns to her new friends, \"You guys should take the lead. We don't know where we are going.\""
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "Hmm..OK, one of you walk up the front with us, the rest can follow\"."
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": "(I'll walk in front, I'm armored)"
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": "grr, double post.\n\n(I'll walk in front, I'm armored)"
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "\"All right...we have to hurry, it's getting dark.\"\n\nYou notice that it is, indeed, a lot darker. The noise from the forest has changed - a lot less birds, a lot more insects.\n\nYou set off along the path. It winds through the forest.\n\nAfter a while, you hear heavy, padding noises, coming from behind you."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Sarah hides in the bushes at the edge of the trail and readies her bow."
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": "I mimic Sarah's actions, however in the inverse bushes.\n\nAll to aware of the danger caused by, whatever those things are i am all to willing to let others do the fighting this time."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "The elf and the other two women stop.\n\n\"what are you doing?\""
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": "\"It looks like they've heard something following us. I hear it too now.\" I'll stand behind the elf and the two women, in the thing that's following's path, as I'm armored."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "thump, thump, thump, thump - the sound gets louder and louder.\n\nFinally, around the corner comes a huge lizard, as big as a horse, with smoke coming from its nostrils."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Sarah takes careful aim, at the charging creature, with her bow. Sarah will fire into the creature's side as it passes her."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "The lizard stops.\n\nThe elf raises her rapier.\n\nThe two humans seem to be preparing spells.\n\nThe lizard takes a breath, and shoots flame at Skvar.\n\nSkvar steps out the way.\n\nThe bushes next to him start burning."
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": "\"I hate to break it to you, little lizard, but today isn't your lucky day.\"\n\n(Cast luck against the lizard's next action)"
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "Skvar sings a short verse cursing the beast, but trails off as it's obviously not affected."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "One of the wizards raises her hands, and Skvar's armour glows with eldritch light."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Sarah will fire at the lizard with her bow."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "Sarah fires an arrow from her cover. It bounces harmlessly off the lizard's hide.\n\nEnraged, the lizard breathes fire at the clump of bushes."
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": "Skvar's next available action will be to close with and attack the lizard with an unlit torch."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "Skvar rushes at the beast and hits it with a torch. It seems to have no effect."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Sneaking along the tree line Sarah moves behind the fire breathing lizard and tries to attack it from behind. With her sword."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "Sarah runs silently through the bushes. But so intent is she on the lizard that she trips over a treestump and falls on her face."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Sarah will get back up and try again."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "The elvish swordswoman closes with the lizard, and stabs at it with her rapier. It sinks deep into the flesh of the beast."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "The enraged animal bites into the glowing form of Skvar. His aura shatters into thousands of small pieces, which briefly scatter like a cloud of butterflies, then disappear."
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": "After seeing Skvar so effortlessly struck down i decided to come out of hiding.\n\nWalking towards the great beast i unleashed with all my strength a bolt of lightning.\n\nWithout pause i continued walking until i got to the side of Skvar,then i stopped to help him up."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "A bolt of lightning arcs from Konsgiver's hand, into the lizard.\n\nThe lizard stares at him, as if surprised to meet something that could harm it, however slightly."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Back on her feet, Sarah will once again try to sneak up behind the lizard and attack it."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "(OOC: Skvar, your 'move')"
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "Skvar beats at the monster's head with a torch, to no apparent effect."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "Sarah moves more carefully through the trees, ending up behind the monster."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "A dagger flies from the bushes behind Konsgiver, narrowly missing both him and the lizard, and wedging itself into a tree."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Sarah quickly looks the beast over for a soft spot and attacks with her sword."
},
{
"author": "Viginti_tres",
"message": "Distracted by the seemingly unbeatable creature in front of me i reacted way too slowly to doge the knife. Luckily it missed, but i realized that i might not be as blessed next time.\n\nSo i spun towards the bush's after again bolting the beast. It's monotonous but it seems to be the only thing that works.\n\nAs i inched towards the shrubbery i called out to Skvar and Sarah \" I don't think that's working. We need to think of a good plan, if whatever is behind here isn't a friendly face then i think a good plan would be to run.\"\n\n\"Any Takers?\" "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "This time the lightning hits the lizard right between the eyes. Its skin smokes slightly.\n\nThe lizard opens its mouth and breathes fire at Konsgiver. For a second he's surrounded by flame. Then it's gone, but his skin is red and puffed, as if boiling water had been thrown on him. You deduce that he's pretty badly hurt. Also because of the screaming."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "With the monsters' attention elsewhere, Sarah leaps from cover and slashes at its legs, drawing blood.\n\nInstantly the lizard lies on its back, puts its claws in the air, and whines.\n\nTaken by surprise, Skvar is thrown to the ground."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Sarah approaches the lizard confused then reaches down and scratches its belly. “That’s a good boy” she says.\n\nStanding Sarah fishes a healing salve from her pack and hands it to Konsgiver. Pointing to the lizard she says, “I think this may be some one’s pet. It’s certainly not native to this island. This is a desert creature. Maybe it belongs to the guy that through the knife.”\n\nSarah gets out her other healing salve and begins to treat the creatures wounds. “There now,” she says, “it will be okay.”"
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": "Skvar will look in the direction the knife came from."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by jojobulu \n Sarah approaches the lizard confused then reaches down and scratches its belly. “That’s a good boy” she says.\n\nStanding Sarah fishes a healing salve from her pack and hands it to Konsgiver. Pointing to the lizard she says, “I think this may be some one’s pet. It’s certainly not native to this island. This is a desert creature. Maybe it belongs to the guy that through the knife.”\n\nSarah gets out her other healing salve and begins to treat the creatures wounds. “There now,” she says, “it will be okay.” \n \n\nThe lizard purrs. 😁"
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by F.L. \n Skvar will look in the direction the knife came from. \n \n\nA woman stands up from behind the bushes.\n\n\"Ah, hello.\"\n\n\"No, sorry, the lizard's not mine\" she says to Sarah.\n\n\"By the way, should we do something about these bushes?\" She indicates the trees on either side of the path, still burning from the lizard's breath."
},
{
"author": "jojobulu",
"message": "Sarah looks at the fire and shrugs. “I don’t think there’s a whole lot I can do, but I am open to suggestions. Maybe we should just move on.”"
},
{
"author": "F.L.",
"message": "I guess I'll stamp the edges of it."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "Skvar stamps, but the blaze is beyond that stage."
}
] |
[
{
"author": "lord of pixies",
"message": " it was a dark and stormy night, the wagon rockes roughly along the road. as it goes you feel the manacles rub against your wrist. each of you are here for diferent crimes, some inocent, some not so inosent. but that doesen't matter your all here and your all going to nosirp, one of the most feared jails in the intire plane...how will you survive...\nAs the wagon rides up to the prison you look out the small barred window and see a massive stone structure, probably three stories tall looming up the road. As you near it you see a fence surrounding the prison. Once you reach the fence you travel parallel to it for about a mile. As you go you notice that the wagon is slowing down. You glance out the window and see a gate, with the words “abandon hope” scribed in large iron letters above the gate. As the wagon comes to a halt you see the door swing open and a well armored guard yells out “out of the wagon!!! Out now!! Drop your weapons on the ground!!! You with the claws put this on!!!*he tosses anybody with claws two sturdy looking sack* “put it on over your claws, I don’t want any problems” he then pulls you all out roughly and makes you drop all weapons in an old trunk, puts manacles on you and walks you inside and then to your sells. \n\nTo get started:\n1.\tPlease PM me your char. Sheet so I can …um…do DM stuff…yeah\n2.\tplease ignore all items other than shrunken, hand crossbows, and all light weapons\n3.\tAll armor is left on except for spiked armor. All shields are taken\n4.\tyou will be able to get these back or get something better later in the game"
},
{
"author": "lord of pixies",
"message": "you are taken to a large room about 30x30 in it you see many guards, after some paper work (roll spot check and post) you are taken to room the room with the cells as you look around you see many other prisoners,(oddly enough almost all of them aren’t player races) and you are pushed into you sells what do you do now?"
},
{
"author": "WarBrute",
"message": " The human with the short brown hair \n\nA human with short brown hair sits in wagon paying not the slightest attention to any of the other prisoners. His deep green eyes stare down at his long and nimble fingers which fiddle with a small piece of string. His skin appears smooth and youthful but is marred by burn marks and scars, but mostly burn marks, which appear mainly around his hands and forearms. A mithril chain shirt hangs loosely on his slight build, which lacks muscle and appears rather lanky.\n\nUpon arriving at the structure he discards a light wooden shield along with a rather expensive looking crossbow , along with several bottles filled with colorful liquids. However he appears rather unconcerned with his losses.\n\nUpon arriving in his cell he leans against the wall furthest from the entrance and looks around as if he were bored.\n\nSpot check (1d20-1)[ 13 ] "
},
{
"author": "Gamgee",
"message": " The odd human, who has a jolly but tired look to him \nLooking around at everyone else, also looks nervous but is really unsure of what is happening. He is petting the eagle that they have crammed into a cage and left with him. He looks out of place, many furs and hides cover his body and he has a very fine weapon at his side. His face looks like he was having a good life up till this point.\n\nOnce he gets to the massive structure he sadly drops his massive pack filled with all of his wonderful items, and very slowly almost with a revering holy grace he puts his blade and shield down. He takes one last look at them before looking around this new room. (d20+6)[ 21 ] "
},
{
"author": "memnarch",
"message": " Odd looking elf with silver eyes and grey hair. \nLooks around for a brief few moments (spot check of (1d20+3)[ 16 ] ) and then grabs the three-legged stool and sits on with with his back to the wall. Contemplating the fact that he had been lucky to get spells that day and the fact that Wisp was hidden just in front of his right forearm underneath the long-sleaved robe, he sat down and closed his eyes think about how to escape the cell, collect his rapier, quarterstaff, and other items, and leave the area.\n\n\n\n{using these {} for text, not part of adventure but for explaining things and the like.\nwill use this color for talking.\nWisp is bat familiar}"
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": " The were-rat dwarf in hybrid & a blank look. \nThe wererat will slowly walk foward, his brown beard clean & well made, muttering aloud-'Though I walk through the very halls of anarchy given shape I will not fear for my faith, power, & logic protects me from the lawlessness.' HIs red eyes dash around attempting to take in all he sees.\nSpot- (1d20+2)[ 8 ] \nHe specifically attempts to gather in the races of all the prisoners-\n (1d20+2)[ 5 ] \nDo I still have my clothes & magic items?"
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": " The Halfling with a decidedly wild look \nTests the strength of the bars, then, growling, begins pacing in frustration. She looks around for anything that will help her get out of this hellhole.\n\nOOC: \n Spoiler \nSpot check (1d20+6)[ 8 ] . Do I still have my backpack and/or boots? And I call Dark Green \n "
},
{
"author": "Goats_o_Mjolnir",
"message": " The Feral Human \n\nGerick tromps off the wagon, noticing the immediate rise as his weight leaves the vehicle, many of the gaurds stare at this behemoth of a human, and he stares back with a look of challenge, seizing up his wereabouts. With a defeated sigh, he hands over his satchel, spear(its a glaive, but he will refer to it as a spear) longbow, and hunting dagger, his hands shaking in rage at his possessions being handled so roughly. Geriick nows better, though, now is not the time to fight.\n\nAs the cell doors close he howls with a feral rage and slams his fists on the cell door, cursng in his tribes tongue. With his fit over, Gerrick wastes no time\n *When I get out of here, there done...* \n\nHe walks to a secluded patch of cell, and begins to do clap pushups, attempting to vent his anger so he may better himself.\n\n\nSpot Check (1d20)[ 7 ] \n I will use this as my color \n\naslo character sheet has fluff "
},
{
"author": "lord of pixies",
"message": "(many of you have asked about magic items, unless you run up to a guard about you having some deadly magic item, or use said deadly item, they are normaly left on)"
},
{
"author": "Gamgee",
"message": "So is this dead?"
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "I'm not sure, but it seems like it. The DM hasn't posted anything revealing what we see, though he did answer our questions about items. I'll keep checking it for a while, since I like my character, but if nothing happens withing a day or two...\n\nI'd say it's dead."
},
{
"author": "lord of pixies",
"message": "sorry for the waight , i was trying to give the people who havent posted yet a chance, but they didnt respond to my PM so they wont be joining us☹️ )\n\nso without further adue..\n\nas you are sitting getting you paperwork done you notice that there isa smal map sitting on the table (your there long enough to memorize it)\n\nso here it is\n\n http://www.myth-weavers.com/cgi-bin/...seed=214366713 \n\n(please ignore anything other than the acual map, it will be different)"
},
{
"author": "Gamgee",
"message": "Is alarmed at the map, it is like a cave complex. So much twists and turns and small rooms how could one possibly navigate it easily even with a map. Roland knew that he would probably get lost in such a place even with a map. He however was just going to sit still a wait to be sent off, hopefully he would be able to explain it all later and it was just a big mistake. After all he never meant to offend that noble by asking him why he had no hair underneath the wig. Just the thought of fake hair was scaring him, what an odd person and now he was sent here for some reason. Best if he just sit tight and see whats going on."
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": " Talim \n\nTalim is hardly concerned with the map, but is instead more worried with how she is going to get out of this freaking cell! She rips and tears at the bags on her hands, trying to get them off.\n\n \"Damn things,\" she mutters. \"I can't pick the bloody lock without my fingers!\" \n\nShe eyes the rest of the people assembled in the cell, while she struggles with the bags. \"What're you all here for?\" she asks, \"All I did was kick some petty noble in the... well... you know, when he decided to get handsy.\""
},
{
"author": "Gamgee",
"message": " Roland looks frightened at being talked to by someone. He also stutters out a reply hoping to calm his nerves and worries about the situation. \n\nI was just walking through the markets and I bumped into a noble. Its so hard walking around with all of that fur... he turned around and yelled at me!!! I quickly tried to bow and say how sorry I was but I bumped into him and this time he fell... he go got... mad at me for yelling in horror when I seen he had... had... lost his white hair... his head was so shiny and I have never seen a person like him so... I yelled out for the guards... said he was a... a demon from the icy depths of lake Gizzihk... so instead he.. he had me sent away... \n Roland looks down at the ground in shame after he had said this, he was sad about this whole misunderstanding. \n\nI mean it is not like I knew people could go... what do you people call it when your hair falls away??? I can not remember what the guard said it was, but it never happens to my people. I thought he was... well you know... and I tried to admit my mistake and apologise to him... but they would not listen to me after the scary one had handed them some shiny pieces of metal... now I am here in this warm stuffy and dark place... reminds me of home except for the heat... but I can not remove my clothing because I fear I would lose it or worse forget it and that would be most shameful...\n\nedit\nOOC: We need an out of character thread to so if someone could make it and post a link here? Unless you want me to do it?"
},
{
"author": "lord of pixies",
"message": "for the OOC thread:\n http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showt...10#post3798110 "
},
{
"author": "lord of pixies",
"message": "for the OOC thread:\n http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showt...10#post3798110 "
},
{
"author": "memnarch",
"message": " Memnarch \n\nSpeaks up saying \" Not quite sure what it was but it probably had something to do with the fact that most of my previous party wiped themselves out. Need help getting the bags off your hands? "
},
{
"author": "lord of pixies",
"message": "{those of you who said that there characters tried the bars (Goats_o_Mjolnir and Bandededed) roll str. then we can continue with the game}"
},
{
"author": "WarBrute",
"message": " The human with the short brown hair \n\nThe human with the short brown nodded his nearly shaved head. \"All I did was burn down a noble's home, and kill him and his whole family\" His voice is flat and remorseless. \"At least that’s why I think I'm here... said something about heinous, violent and inhuman actions.\" He let the a piece of string fall to the ground and rudded into the ground with the tip of his boot."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": " The wererat \nThe wererat will look to all his cellmates explaining themselves before saying-\"I just destroyed a threat to civilized society, a band of hooligans that were attempting some rather destructive things.\" Before he shifts to rat form to get the bags off his hands."
},
{
"author": "doliest",
"message": "This game dead?"
},
{
"author": "lord of pixies",
"message": "if not *bang bang bang*,😦\n\ni am so sorry but i dont have the time i thought i would have.\n\nso sorry but im puting the game out of its missery☹️"
}
] |
[
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "A Long Time Ago, In A Galaxy Far, Far Away...\n\nThe galaxy is in turmoil. A great Civil War began this devastation Both the New Republic and the last remains of the Galactic Empire (The Remnant) are both all but gone. A few remain to pick up the pieces. Coruscant is unpopulated, the vast city/planet is in ruins. The Jedi were hunted to the brink of extinction. The remains of the New Republic are now helping the Jedi reform. The Remnant have been trying to establish a foothold in their small corner of space. The Hutt's have re-emerged and control most of the Outer Rim. There are Yuuzhan Vong raids almost daily on settlements throughout the Galaxy. The remaining Jedi are taking all who show the least bit of promise and are quickly training them. Three people are on their way to Coruscant to see if they can recover any Jedi artifacts...\n\n((Do we have a pilot in the group? If so, make a Spot and Pilot check. If not, I can manage fine))"
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \n(( If no one minds I'll take the helm and be the pilot))\nKorr is focusing on piloting trying to dodge the floating debris around Coruscant, him and his two two other friends have journeyed far and he does not plan on having their end be on some space junk.\n(( Pilot 28=18+10;Spot 18=9+9 http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=500035 ))"
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "It seems i am the better pilot but i imagine with a skill like that you would be copiloting in your own language\n\n\nZax flys the ship (i am specialised in both transport and starfighter i imagine this would likely be a transport you tell me make and mode} thourgh the wastelands of Courrscant. The cockpit of the freighter is lit by gentle UV light so that Zax can see without use of his visor and all pilot controls are broadcast in defel since he never learned to read and write common. While Zax usually appeared as little more than a shadow, which was disconcerting even to his long time friends, in the UV light you could see him as he actually is. Yellow extremely short and while beautiful incredibly ferocious looking.\n\n \"(Swears in Defel). This place is far worse than I imagined. Let us move quickly and get off this land the gods have forsaken.\" \n\n\nspot check +10+14=24\npilot check +11+17=28\n\nmy first two rolls were both 19 and since i find that wholly unbelievable i rerolled them"
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \n I’ve heard it said that Coruscant can only rule or perish… I guess that they were right. \n\nTyra a human with a mysterious past and a mysterious ability to use the force stares out the view port down at the ruined planet below."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Wee, safe landing))\n\nKorr, you see a still standing, and apparently stable, landing pad outside of a domed building that appears to be in better shape than some of the buildings around it. Behind it, a pyramidal type structure looms, looking remarkably undamaged and none the worse for wear.\n\nYour comm station begins to beep as you touch down without a problem."
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "pushes the comm button"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"This is Admiral Niel and Jedi Master Nrook contacting freighter Forerunner. We are just checking on your process thus far. Have you reached the planet?\""
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " \"Copy that we just touched down and are ready to to go out on the surface. I imagine we are only a few kilometers from the jedi temple so we shouldn't have to trek too far.\" "
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \n\nSettling the holster for her blaster on her hip, Tyra stands and begins heading to the boarding ramp, not saying a word."
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \n((Ahh I yield to your superior abilities and take the co-pilot seat like the noble Chewbacca!! Assuming you guys can't understand Shriwook Would it be possible to have a translator droid, like emteedee from the young jedi series, clipped to my bandolier?Orange would be used to show his translations))Korr looks out the viewport and rumbles out a few sentances of shriwook.\n&lt;&lt; Master Korraltz wishes to know what exactly are we looking for on the planet.He also wishes to make Master Zax aware of the still stable landing platform over there "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Bendak Jast \n\nStanding up form his bunk after landing, Bendak adjust his Utility belt and holster, he then checks his DL-44 Blaster pistol for a fresh power pack, he then checks his E-11 Blaster rifle. Once that's done he dons his helmet with its T-shaped visor with a Gray and Black speckle Camouflage pattern, that Marches the armor he wears. Bendak then heading to the boarding ramp, not saying a word."
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "OOC:Craft Translator Droid Check I would have built it in the past since it was necessary so I imagine I would have taken my time and taken 20. I want to build a 3PO series protocol droid I my modifier is +13 making my total 33\n\nZax turns off the UV light in the cockpit and puts one of his visors on he makes sure his belt and weapons are well hidden in his fur and get ready to disembark from the ship."
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "a slight change i can't take 20 so my roll is\n 11 making it 24 times 13=312\n16+13=29*13=377\n9+13=22*13=286\n10+13=23*13=299\n17+13=30*13=390\n\nI'm just going to take ten on the rest of the days this is highly tedious\n\n\nmodified to fix spelling error and rule adjustments"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Oh my, Duel of the Fates just started playing on my computer and nothing has really happened yet, lol. Yes, that translator droid is just fine))\n\n\"Very good,\" says Admiral Niel. \"Proceed to the Jedi temple and search the ruins. If you see any signs of any sort of Remnant activity, do not engage. We've had reports of Remnant activity in the area. Report back in three hours with what you've found. If we don't hear from you, soldiers will be sent in. Admiral Niel out.\"\n\n\"May the Force be with you,\" adds Jedi Master Nrook."
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "Zax turns the communicator off and walks into the next room. He walks over to the protocol droid C88.\n\n \"C88 your coming with us.\" \n\nwith that he walks out to the cargo bay door and hits it to the on position and leaves the ship.\n\nWhat is the landscape like and what time of day is it"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The landscape is extremely run down. There are metal walkways that may or may not be sturdy leading to the big domed structure and the pyramidal one behind it. There are other landing pads that look like they are about to fall over. It would be about 1 pm, albeit a bit overcast."
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": "Tyra stalks down the landing ramp, her DL 44 blaster pistol drawn and at the ready. Her senses are alert, ready to spot or hear any danger any danger.\n\n\n(((Ooc: spot and listen= spot roll and listen \n\noh and i changed one language to wookieespeek, just in case."
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \nKorr unbuckles himself from the co-pilots chair and gives Zax a congatulatory growl, and a pat on the back. On his was out to the ramp he picks up his equipment and checks the charges on his force pike and blaster rifle. Seeing that both are at full he holsters the blaster rifle and carries the force pike lossley as he walks down to the ruined planet. He looks around for a safe way to the temple and listens for any other forms of life.\n((Listen 26=18+8 Spot 15=6+9 http://invisiblecastle.com/rolldice....=Roll+the+dice )))"
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "spot 9+10=19\nlisten 16+10=26\n\n\nThe wraith that is Zax gets smacked on the back and he notices how observant the wookie actually is that most people if they had tried that would have hit air but he managed to hit him dead square. He also realized how far down he must have reached to hit him there as well and thinks just how uncomfortable that must have been for him. He moves slowly down the walkway keeping as sharp an eye and ear as possible."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Bendak Jast \n\nAs Bendak descends the ramp his rifle grasped in both hand and pointed in front of him, Bendak slowly swings his head left and right scanning his surrounding for any danger, he then stands still and Listen for any movement. once He's done doing that he say, once were done Searching the Jedi temple, we should see if we can find the site of the galactic museum i heard they once had a jedi exhibit \n Listen (1d20+5=17) \n Spot (1d20+5=7) \n Search (1d20+7=10) "
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \nKorr looks over at Bendak and gives an affirmative grunt.\n((OOC: Starkiller))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You all manage to spot a safe way to the domed building. There appears to be no safe (aka non life-threatening) way around the building to the pyramid behind it. All is eerily silent, aside from the soft tread of the parties feet."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Ryth_the_Mighty \n ((OOC: Starkiller)) \n \n\n(((OOC: Yep)))\n\n Bendak Jast \n\n\nBendak starts walking toward the domed building still on guard for any sign of danger."
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \nKorr walks to the domed building then looks around for a semi stable place to begin climbing towards teh pryamid. He stretches a bit to get ready to climb. Just like Kashyyyk "
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": "[b] Tyra[/b ]\nTyra hangs back a few paces from the others, forming something of a rear guard. Her blaster at the ready, her eyes trained on her surroundings.\n\n(((Ooc: spot roll. another spotcheck "
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Zax \n\nSpot check 6+10=16 looking for a door through the dome building rather than trying to go over it."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The domed building has a smooth surface, making it not able to be climbed. Zax, you spot a door that's semi-blocked by rubble, but passable."
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Zax \n Everyone over this way I see a door. \n\nHe moves towards the door taking point and tries to open it as quietly as possible.\n\nMove Silently 9(+16)=25"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Hearing Zax's call Bendak heads toward the door he points out."
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \n Korr rumbles over to the door and begins to shift rocks away from it."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The rubble gets cleared away pretty easily. Beyond, you see a darkened corridor. Whatever light is being received is coming from the holes in the roof. You see a few blasters, some skeletal hands sticking out from under some of the boulders, and occasionally the white armor of a Remnant trooper.\n\n((By the by, Happy Independance Day to all ;D)"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak opening a pouch on his belt pulls out his glow rod and turns it on to better illuminate the area. looking at the seance in front of him he say, well if any one needs a spear blaster now would be a good time to see if any of the one here still work. Bendak then tries to spot any good baster them he look for a door leading out of the dome.\n\n Search working blasters (1d20+7=12) \n Spot (1d20+5=21) "
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \n\nWithout saying a word, Tyra follows the others into the building. Entering into the building, Tyra begin to shake slightly and her breathing becomes a bit shallow. To anyone close enough to see will notice that a wet sheen has appeared on her brow, apparently sweat."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The glow rod shows a bit more of the scene, although some rubble still blocks some things from view. Ahead there appears to be a desk in a foyer/waiting room kind of area, perhaps the welcome center for whatever building this was. Most of the guns look unusable, however some of the power packs are still in tact with some charges in them.\n\n((If you take the power packs, there will be about 7, each with 60 charges left.))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Seeing that the Blasters are unusable but some have good power pack Bendak bends down and retives them once that's done he says any one need some extra power packs if no one specks up he puts then in a spare belt pouch for later."
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \nKorr looks at the bodies with distaste and refuses to touch the dropped weapons. He turns his head away from the corpses and begins to walk down the hall."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "catching Korr's look of disgust Bendak say to him, We Mando'a believe the body are nothing but a shell that we in habit, once we die are memory is keep alive by are friends and family. So in as since we are eternal. As are the men that died here. "
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \nKorr looks over to Bendak and begins talking in a semi hushed wookie rumble. After he finishes speaking his translatior droid speaks in it's cold crisp basic Master Korraltz says that he simply does not wish to use weapons that he did not earn. He did not kill theese men so he has no rights to there weapons. Also he dislikes imperial weaponry. "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " I can understand your sentiments, but it's also a Soldier duty to stack the odds of his survival in his favor any way he can. "
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Zax \n\nZax rolls his eyes but no one could have possibly have seen it. He spins around.\n\n \"Look dead is dead whether their souls live forever in paradise whether they rot in the ground or if their souls are eternally dacning with Banthas in a never ending jig they aren't about to be getting up. So if you don't mind we have a job to do one I would personally like to be paid for. So lets get on with it.\" "
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \n\nFrom the back of the party Tyra speaks up, her voice a little shaky,\n\n I agree lets move on "
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Zax \n\nThis time when Zax speaks his voice is much farther away. Since no one can see him and he moves with the sound of a cat this is the only way to acertain his location.\n\n \"Are you coming or what?\" "
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \nKorr looks up from the dead bodies. Eshales a low grunt and starts walking again following the apparently disembodied Zax."
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " tyra \nReluctantly, Tyra follow the group into the building."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Just a note, I don't expect this crew to follow all orders given to you, just most of them. To rephrase, just because you've been given certain \"objectives\" for lack of a better word, doesn't mean you have to adhere to all of them. Just because I, the dm, give you orders through some officious NPC, doesn't mean you have to follow things to the letter. That being said...))\n\nAs you walk through the building, you hear the roar of engines pass over head. You see shadows flicker through out the building as whatever is passing over you blocks the sunlight at various times. Slowly the roar recedes and you are again left in silence. You pass by one large, domed chamber where seats upon seats are situated (think the senate chamber from Episodes I-III). Various skeletons are still in their chairs although many have blaster scorches in their chest and heads. You see light filtering in in front of you as you begin to exit out the other end of the building about twenty minutes later. There in front of you is the giant pyramidal structure, and you see some sort of spacecraft landing on the other side of the structure.\n\n((Knowledge: Starships for those who have it, Int checks for those who don't))"
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "int check\n\n11+4=15"
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": "(((Ooc: int roll +2 modifier brings it to 11. )))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Knowledge (starship systems) (1d20+7=25) "
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \n((Int Check 7=[url=http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=508923]1d20=4[/url+3"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Is that everyone? I think that's everyone...))\n\nEveryone except for Korr recognizes the ship as a Remnant shuttle. Who are what its carrying remains a mystery, but one thing is for sure. The Remnant have indeed come as well."
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \nHaving seemingly recovered from whatever it was that was bothering her. Tyra readies her blaster and states with a sense of dread,\n oh great, the empire "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Frack , just what we need! OK people lets double time it to the temple before they have time to set up. Bendak then starts jogging towards the temple with his blaster at the ready"
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Zax \n\nZax stops them from moving forward by blocking the path. He then says in a soft voice that's not quite a whisper.\n\n \"We have no idea how many imperials are on that ship. We need to come up with a plan before we just run in there. Now I have a some explosives back on our ship that i could place on the bridge and disable the ship afterword we could mop them up with the weapons on our sipi. but it will obviously take w while to get this done and by then they may have what they are looking for and have it on the ship when the bomb goes off. Does anyone have a different plan.\" "
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \n\ncomeing up from behind Trya says,\n\n well we could follow them and see what they are here for. Chances are they are here for the same reasons we are. If that’s the case if we follow them we can take them from behind and pick up our objective. Anycase if they’re not after our objective we’ll still be in position to ambush them. "
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \nKorr Roars and tears off down the hallway with Bendak."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "When Zax tries to block the path Bendak slugs Zax in the mouth and pushes him aside and yells, OUT OF MY WAY YOU USELESS DI'KUT , and then increase speed down the hall.\n\n\n Unarmed ATTACK (1d20+7=25) \n DAMAGE (1d3+2=5) "
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "my charachter is invisible you need to roll a 50% miss chance as well"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((OOC:Disregard PM i sent i found what i need to know))\n\n 50% miss chance (1d100=55) "
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Zax, Defel Scoundrel \n\nZax immediately pulls his blaster.\n\n \"That was your one free one.. if you ever do something like that again I will put a bolt right through your eyes. IF you want to run into your suicide be my guest I however will remain and laugh as you are killed by 50 blaster shots.\" \n\nWith that he steps out of the way of the door."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak yell over his shoulder as he run by, WE WILL SEE YOU HUT'UUN. THIS IS NOT OVER BETWEEN US. "
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Zax \n \"Pi'tukah.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((My my, some group animosity already, hehe))\n\nAs you make your way closer to the pyramid, all remains quiet. Suddenly, the shuttle that touched down takes off again in the opposite direction it came. If it saw any of you, it gives no sign. It quickly exits the atmosphere and heads off to some destination unknown. You can't see what it did, if indeed it did anything, as it landed on the opposite side of the pyramid. As you walk closer, you see worn statues, some still standing, some toppled over, their features worn with the passing of time. A large door looms open beyond, the area beyond the doors dark."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Taking his glow rod out again and turns it on and clips it's to the end of his blaster rifle, raising the up the rifle to the ready position Bendek then slowly approaches the open door and enter the building. once inside he tries to see any sign of danger and anything that could be of use to them.\n\n\n Spot (1d20+5=18) \n Search (1d20+7=20) "
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \nKorr runs after Bendak gripping his Force Pike in his huge Hairy hands. When htey stop at the temple he looks at Bendak while your heart is in the right place Bendak I don't think it is wise to attack our friends. "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " You could be right my friend, but i can't stand cowards that want to just stand around and talk when there's a battle to be won. if you when to plan it should be done on the run it makes you harder to predict, and that will keep you alive longer. says Bendak"
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Zax \n\nZax adjusts his jaw and moves towards the temple keeping an eye out for anything that the remenant soldiers may have done or left behind.\n\n\nspot 25=1d20+10\nlisten 13=1d20+10\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=511640 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "As you walk through the corridors, you see strange marks in the walls. You have all heard of the fabled weapons that Jedi used to wield (although those who are Padawans/Knights in this campaign know that none of the current masters have any) blades made of light that could cut through practically any material, and some of the marks resemble gashes. You still can't hear anything save for the soft trod of your own footsteps. The main corridor branches off. It continues straight and also goes left and right. To the left is a cave in, and is inpassable. Straight ahead fades into darkness beyond the light of any glow sticks you have out. To the right, you see a large room with many different computers and rows upon rows of books and tomes."
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Zax \n\nHeads to the right into the computer room and checks to see if the computer is operational."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak slowly approaches what could be the Jedi Library, to Korr he says, we should check to see if we can find the sections L and W to see if we can find any information on those sabers of light, especially there usage and maybe a manual to repair and or build them. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Surprisingly enough, as you place yourself in front of the computer, the screen turns on and the computer powers up. It makes no noise, and from the interface, you can tell that it's a touch screen. You have many different categories to choose from. Some of them are:\n\nStar Systems\n\nPlanets\n\nWeapons\n\nStarships\n\nArchives\n\nThe L section stretches on for four rows, and the W section for the same amount."
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": "After catching up with the rest of the party tyra takes up a defensive position and awaits for the enviable stormtrooper assault.\n\n I wonder what that Wookiee was up to charging those imps like that, was he trying to get killed? More over what were those imps doing here anyway. \nSuddenly it dawned on her.\n check that computer to see if the imps accesses it while they were here. "
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Zax \n\nZax pulls out his datapad and atempts to link it to the computer\n\n11+13=24\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=513820 \n\nupon completion he checks to see if anyone has accessed the computer within the last 24 hours\n\nbeyond that he begins downloading information first from weapons then from archives specifically from jedi history and training techniques.\n\n \"Anything else you can think of mention it now "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " yeah, see if you can find a map of the Temple, also add in the key words armoury and training center. "
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Zax \n\nSeeing no need to download that to his datapad he pulls it up to the main screen highlighting the areas that Bendak asked for without saying a word. He nods."
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "OOC: okay i am leaving for a few day to go to vegas starting tomorrow I will be back on sunday night but will likely not post it will more than likely be monday 6 pacific before i post again."
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": "((( Ok good luck in vegas.. ;) )))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Indeed, enjoy yourself))\n\nZax, you link up just fine to the computer. You can also see someone is accessing the system from some where else in the complex, but you can't pinpoint from where. You can tell its not on the same floor as you, however. You download everything from Jedi philosophy to Force techniques and Light saber combat. You also find blueprints for how to make a light saber as well.\n\nYou bring up blue prints of the pyramid.\n\nAbout three floors up both the armory and training arena are located, along with sleeping quarters and a few other rooms."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Taking a look at the map and memorizeing it, Bendak says, lets get moving up to the Armory then the training center we than can look thought those room but let be the first one there . Bendak then head for the stairs then ascends them one on the floor of the Armory Bendak then head strait for it at a run."
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " tyra \n\nNodding in agreement Tyra says,\n I agree, lets get moving, and fast. The sooner we get outta here the less likely we’ll have to deal with anything the empire left behind. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You make it three floors up, and this room is surprisingly in tact. Most of the floors and roofs are stable. The weak light of day shines in where windows once were, giving this floor enough light to see in without glow sticks, but still leaving the corners of the rooms in shadow. There are no signs of life aside from your own as yet. The armory, according to the schematics, should be about two hallways over on your right."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak heads down the two hall ways he keeps his glow rod out just in case. Bendak hangs his Blaster rifle over his shoulder by a strip, then he draws his DL-44 heavy blaster just in case.\n\n\n\n\n EDIT : add in spot cheek to notice anything out of the ordinary\n Spot (1d20+5=25) "
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " tyra \n\nTyra follows Bendak staying a few meters back, close enough to both watch their back and provide support should he run into any trouble."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The armory has no arms or armor of any kind. All the weapon racks stand empty. Whether this was deliberate or if the armory was looted some time in the past, you cannot say. You find the training room not too much farther down, but the door is closed and appears to be locked."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "takeing his tool set out of his belt Bendak Spending several minutes to see if he can get the door on locked. if that doesn't work Bendak take his Blaster pistol and fires on the door to open it.\n\n\n\n Repair (1d20+9+2=31) \n ATTACK (1d20+7=25) \n DAMAGE (3d8=14) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "After a few minutes work on the panel next to the door, the door swooshes open, and beyond it, darkness looms except for on shafter of light at the center of the room. In that shaft of light is a pedastal, and on the pedastal are two models (for lack of a better word). One is of this pyramid structure, the other is a sphere. Both are floating a few inches off of the pedastal."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak enter the room and approaches the shaft of light once in front of it Bendak study's the objects for several moments then he slow grabs both item and pulls them toward his body. once he has the objects he well place them in one of the duffel bags they bought with them form the ship for any artifacts thy find once that's done Bendak turn on his glow rod to illuminant any objects hidden in the darkness.\n\n\n Search (1d20+7=22) \n Spot (1d20+5=12) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((ah ah, not so fast :P. Which do you pick up first? Also, before moving along, I'd like to see what others are going to do))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((OCC: the pyramid structure, then the sphere. and thats fine))"
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": "((OOC sorry guys my internet has been out for a week but now it is working again.))\n Korr \nKorr follows bendak and covers the area with his blaster rifle while sheathing the force pike. While walking into the training room Korr's eyes light up and he eyes hte the pyramid model."
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \n\nCovering the exit from the room with her blaster Tyra glances over at the pyramid and sphere and mutters something under her breath about actually finding something useful."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "As you pick up the pyramid, your arm goes straight and holds the pyramid out. A small figure appears at the top of the pyramid, wearing a cloak.\n\n((Time for a bit of Star Wars cheese, I'm afraid, just bear with me :P))\n\n\"The Force is my ally. Don't see with your eyes. Reach out with your feelings.\"\n\nThen the figure flickers and fades.\n\nSomething very similar happens when you pick up the sphere.\n\n\"The Force is a weapon to be used to strike down your enemies. Anger and rage are your greatest assests.\"\n\nThis figure also flickers and fades. A door across from you opens, and in the doorway are two figures and three storm troopers. They open fire wildly upon seeing you, but all of the bolts fly wide."
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "initiative +2\n\nattack is +9 targets lose dex bonus to ac\n\n12+2=14\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=522118 \n\nattack\n1+9=10\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=522122 \n\nbotch roll\nwell all i can say is i hope it doesn't blow up\n4+9=13\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=522126 "
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \n\nTyra opens fire on the closest storm trooper.\n\nrolls:\nInitiative: 10 +4 dex =14\nAttack : 9 +10 ranged bonus=19 (not sure if range penalties apply or not. )\nDamage: 23 heavy blaster pistol baby!"
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \nKorr roars and fires his blaster rifle at one of the figures.\ninit 3+1=4\natk 17+6=23\n http://invisiblecastle.com/rolldice....=Roll+the+dice \ndmg=12 1d8=5, 1d8=5, 1d8=2 (screw this I'm going Force pike next round))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak grabs the bag holding the holocrons and swing it over his left shoulder he then rises his Balster in his right hand and opens fire.\n\n\n INITIATIVE (1d20+6=23) \n ATTACK (1d20+7=20) \n DAMAGE (3d8=12) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Tyra, Bendak and Korr each drop a stormtrooper but the two figures duck behind the door they came in. As you get behind the cover of your doorway, you notice more storm troopers in the doorway on the other side of the room. Some shots are fired but none hit anyone."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak again takes aim at the enemy and opens fires.\n\n ATTACK (1d20+7=23) \n DAMAGE (3d8=19) "
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " trya \nTyra takes aim at another strom trooper and attacks.\nShe half yells over the din of blaster fire,\n \nAre we just going to sit here and shoot Stormies all day? Or do we have a plan on getting out of here. \n\n\n\n(( OOC:\n\n attack, 1d20=12+10=22 \n damage 3d8=20 )))"
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "I yell \"Fire in the hole.\" and throw a frag grenade out in the hall but angle it so that it isn't right in front of the door and the blast isn't blown back in the door\n\nattack is 1d20+9\n\ninvisible castle is down so you will have to take my word\ngood thing i didn't botch this one\n16+9=25\n\ndamage is 4d6+1\n1+5+6+5+1=18\nreflex save of 15 for half damage for anyone in range which is 4m\n\nedit for typo"
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \nFollowing the grenade balst Korr takes out his force pike to attack in melee."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "As you rush into the room, Korr, you are hit with a blaster bolt. Take 8 off of your vitality. You notice that the grenade took out two stormtroopers. Two are still standing, along with the two figures who first opened the door. You notice before closing to melee with the troopers that they aren't joining in the battle, and are cloaked, so you can't make out what they look like."
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Zax \n\nI attack again with my blaster\n1d20+9\n13+9=22\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=524551 \n\ndamage\n3d6\n4,6,6=16\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=524556 "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak takes aim at a Trooper and opens fire, as he says, Korr Get your di'kutla ass back here, before you get your self killed!!!! \n ATTACK (1d20+7=17) \n DAMAGE (3d8=15) "
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \n\nfealing the rage rise in her, Tyra mutters to Bendak,\n Let him get himself killed, He’s clearly suicidal. \n\nSilently and with a grim look on her face she redouble her efforts to drop her foes. She aims at one of the cloaked figures and opens fire with two shots.\n\n\n(((Ooc:\n full attack 1d20=15+10=25 \n full attack 1d20=15+5=20 \n heavy blaster pistol = 11 \n heavy blaster pistol = 10 \n Edit: wow I just realized that my selection of feats was pretty stupid..."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Count your lucky stars I threw in the low grade troopers here *shakes fist* :P))\n\nWith your combined efforts, Zax, Bendak and Tyra manage to drop the last two troopers. That door on the opposite side of the room closes again and you lose sight of the two cloaked figures."
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Zax \n \"If you want to loot these imperials I sugest you do it quickly there are likely reinforcements on the way and I doubt that the next group will be as inept as these ones.\" \n\nSearch check\n1d20+13\n17+13=30\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=526805 "
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \n\nTyra comes out from behind her cover and silently looks over the bodies for equipment she can use.\n\n\n((( Ooc:\n search:1d20=14 +2=16 )))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak comes out from behind the door, and quickly Search the bodies for equipment he can use, then say, let finish the Search of the Temple as quickly as possible. \n Search (1d20+7=27) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You find standard issue blasters and one of them has a credit chip. Aside from that is the standard white armor.\n\n((And is anyone keeping track of the time? :P))"
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "i imagine my datapad has a clock but he is not actively watching it."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Very well, intelligence checks for all))"
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " int roll: 1d20 +2=11"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " intelligence (1d20+3=17) "
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "Intelligence Check\n1d20+4\n16+4=20\n\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=529150 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((As long as someone got over a 15, hehe))\n\nYou all do remember you are on a time constraint here. The time is nearing the three hour mark, and you can hear a lot of activity from the other side of the door (a la more than a small group could conceivably handle)."
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \nhearing the sound of the approaching commotion Tyra says,\n Gentlemen I think its time we depart this tomb, fast "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak grabs the Blasters and credit chip that they found in to the in the bag with the holocrons then says, OK lets head back to ship before are friends over beyond that door come knocking. "
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Zax \n \"I'll take the rear flank lets move.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You hear some more commotion as you make your way back the way you came. You hear some small explosions as you make your way down the stairwell. As you begin to run back towards the domed structure, some storm troopers begin opening fire from the pyramid, missing wildly. Zax, you happen to notice one shoot his comrade accidentally in the back of the head. The one who was shot falls over, dead. As you get back to the ship, the comm channel is beeping."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "after every one is aboard the ship Bendak seals the hatch once in the cockpit he hits the comm button and say, this is Bendak were here go ahead. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "A rather angry, flustered voice answers. It is not someone you recognize.\n\n\"You are a little over your time limit, sirs and madame. We have been trying to hail you for the past ten minutes now. We have noticed some Remnant activity down there and we've been worried. Come on back to the Dauntless and report to Admiral Niel and Master Nrook. And hurry. I believe those Remnant intend to follow you, although they wouldn't dare attack you once you are on the Dauntless. Double time it, troops. Lieutenant Solo out.\"\n\n((Corny, yeah, but I couldn't help but put some distant descendant of Han and Leia in here... :P))"
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \nComing up to the cockpit Tyra plops herself down in one of the seats, straps herself in and helps to run through the preflight sequence.\nUpon hearing the lieutenant she grumbles to herself,\n\n Yea, we noticed too "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "After finishing the preflight, Bendak brings the engines online, lifted off and heads back to Dauntless.\nnodding to Tyra comment Bendak say, remind me to find that di'kut of a Lieutenant Solo and shot Him in the ass. \n Pilot (1d20+11=19) "
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " tyra \na grin spreads across her face as Tyra says,\n Ha, I’ll hold him down for you. \nShe pushes her raven black hair out of her face, curling it behind her ear.\n I wonder what this little mission was all about, they didn’t tell us much in the briefing. "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Removing his helmet Bendak reveal his rugged features with a scar on the bridge of his nose and his Sandy-brown hair, he smiles at Tyra comment, to the question he says, Not a clue hopefully we'll find out, so what do you think it's about. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Wee, character interaction. :D Please continue. I shall intervene at an appropriate time.))"
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \n\nfiddling with some switches Trya glances over to Bendak.\n\n I dunno, probably just some power hungry Jedi looking for an easy way to reestablish their precious Jedi order. "
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \nKorr looks up at the mention of Jedi.\n I don't think the jedi are concerned about gathering power yet. We asre just trying to find a way to exist at the moment. "
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \nTaking her vibroblade off her back, she leans it up against the bulkhead and says.\n I was once told that power corrupts. I’ve seen it out on the rim plenty of times to believe it. I don’t think anyone is truly immune to its addictive qualities. "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " I've heard that one before, and I've never seen it proven wrong yet. And have you ever noticed that when you need a jedi there never around, and then when you don't need one you can't seem to get rid of him. "
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Zax \n \"Power may corrupt but moeny is the great equilizer and as long as what i'm doing isn't shooting puppies or kids the jedi can send me where ever they want to as long as the pay me well.\" \n\n As he says this he never takes his eyes off the radar knowing that they may not be out of the woods he runs a sensor sweep and powers both weapons and shields."
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \n While it can be true that absolute power can corrupt the jedi do not have absolute power, espicially in a time like this. We are trying to survive at the moment when all before us was lost. Also if we had power do you think we would need to send people like us to go scrounge lost jedi artifacts? With great power comes great responsibility and the jedi try to use thier power responsibly. Maybe when jedi aren't around they don't need to be. Everything looks different from a certain point of view. \n((cliche ahoy))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Surprisingly enough, you aren't being pursued and soon you are hailed by the Dauntless.\n\n\"Forerunner, this is Lieutenant Solo. We'll be picking you up soon. Stand by to dock.\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Clicking the comm on Bendak say, Roger that Dauntless. after clicking the comm off he says, but I'm still going to shot that di'kut. "
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \n I'm fine with that. Shoot him if you wish, I'll even scare off any people who try to interfere. You know us wookies are kinda intimidating "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " thanks my friend, that's three to one odd's in are favor, that my kind of odds. smiles Bendak."
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Zax \n \"Not that i have any real problem with you killing this guy but could you wait until after he pays us. Once we have the money have at him. "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Who said any thing about killing, I'm only going to wound his pride buy shooting him in the ass. Smiles Bendak."
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Zax \n \"Oh in that case have a blast or rather give him one "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Oh I plan too. grins Bendak"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((*Sigh* picking on NPC's who are distantly related to Luke, Han, and Leia :P Hope y'all are happy, hehe))\n\nYou dock smoothly. After the ship lands, the ramp opens up. Waiting for you are both Admiral Niel and Master Nrook.\n\n\"Well, what does your group have to report?\" asks Niel a bit brusquely."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Heading down the Ramp Bendak holds is helmet in his left hand but in the right hand he hold up the Bag and say, I believe we have two of what the history tapes Call a Holocron, and we down loaded the schematics for the a weapon Called a lightsaber and the combat manuals to teach the basic techniques. "
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Zax \n\nI hand over my datapad and say\n\n \"We got quite a bit more than that actually i down;oade as much information as my datapad would hold jedi code as well as jedi history you can have the datapad but I expect a replacement.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Master Nrook reaches for the datapad with trembling hands.\n\n\"At last. The lost techniques and beliefs of the Jedi. I was but a padawan when the Civil War broke out and the Jedi nearly slaughtered themselves into extinction. I and the other mas...leaders of the Jedi order must study these.\"\n\nAdmiral Niel comes forward.\n\n\"This group has done well. You will each be receiving 500 credits for services rendered. Zax, you will also receive a new datapad.\"\n\nMaster Nrook leans over and whispers in Admiral Niel's ear. Admiral Niel nods.\n\n\"Yes, very good. Master Nrook feels certain he will want you all for another mission, or series of missions. If you will stay aboard the Dauntless for a few days, you will be assigned another mission after Master Nrook and the others have had time to study the holocrons. That will be all. Find yourselves something to do for the next few days, or work will be found for you. I know plenty of floors that need scrubbing.\"\n\nHe salutes and then walks away. Master Nrook seems lost in thought, staring at the datapad and holocrons."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "After Admiral Niel laeves Bendak say, well let's go find the cafeteria and get some food then we can go look for that di'kut of a Lieutenant Solo and have are self's some fun. grins Bendak"
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \nKorr Roars happily at the mention of food and then laughs again at the mention of actually shooting Solo. He smiles and heads off towards the diner. Did you see Niel and Nrook they were freaking out about all the stuf we found. "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " yes they were surprised, says Bendak as he heads down the hall with Korr."
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "Zax follows them not out of allegience or even to see solo shot but because he is hungry too. Then he plans on sleep and seeing if the droid bay needs a good mechanic."
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \n\nTyra follows the group, saying nothing."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The \"cafeteria'\" is found easily enough and is semi-busy at this time. After you all get some food, Master Nrook comes over to the table to speak with the Jedi (Korr I think?).\n\n\"Ah, Korr, there you are. There are some other Masters on this ship aside from myself, if you seek some practice or some lessons.\"\n\nHe gives you a very pointed look.\n\n\"Although, I don't feel comfortable calling myself a Master anymore. There is so much that has been lost, and while these objects you all have brought back to us is a big help, it barely scratches the surface of what we can learn, I fear Well, I'll let you all get back to your food. And thank you again for all of your help.\"\n\nMaster Nrook bows slightly and walks away."
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \nKorr gives an excited woof and stands up from the table rather quickly. I'm going t osee if I can't learn some basics about ... well anyhting. Maybe I might get to hold a lightsaber.Try not to kill Solo. "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Smiling Bendak say, don't worry i won't, and have fun training, Oh and see if you can get a print out of the lightsaber blueprints and a list of suggested components so we can start looking for the parts you need to build one, beside with the four of us looking it should be a Piece of cake. "
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \nKorr smiles and turns his hand into a fist shaking it. A lightsaber. Imagine. With those words he walks off to follow the jedi instructor."
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra, dark warrior \n\nTaking the mug away from her lips, Tyra glances over at Korr before finishing her drink.\n\n bah, hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side. "
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \nKorr merely nods towards Tyra then on his way out force pushes her chair out form under her."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Lets make rolls for that. There are rules for this, I just need to look them up.\n\n((Ok, Ryth, first do you have the force sensitive and alter feats? I know you need force sensitive to be a Jedi so that's covered, but do you have Alter? If not, you merely look at her and nothing else happens. If you do, Roll a Move Object check. Tyra, roll a reflex save, just in case))"
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": "(Ooc: Reflex save\n 1d20=11 +8 =19 )))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Tapping foot. Ryyytttthhhh, where aaarrreee yyyoouuu? :P))"
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": "(((Ooc: I'm on the edge of my seat in suspense)))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Does anyone know what happened to Ryth?))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "(( not really, but it seams like that he disappears for two- three days at a time.))"
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \n((I do not have control but I do have alter which governs Move object so here be my rolls))\n((Move object Chairs weigh how much let's go with the heavier s o6-50kg DC 15 roll 1d20=13 +3=16 pass))\n((sorry I go awol I docheck often and will make more effort to check very sorry))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((That's fine. It's just that I've had drops before who never bothered to tell me they were dropping. It's all good in the hood.))\n\nTyra, the chair flies out from under you, but you manage to catch yourself and not fall over. A few scant seconds later, the ship lurches ((reflex saves for all)) and alarms begin to go off."
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "reflex save of\n\n\nthis is going to suck\n\n1d20+7=9\n\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=543092 "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " REFLEX (1d20+4=21) \n\nAt the sudun jolt Bendak exclames, What the Frack!!, every one Back to the Ship, Now!!! "
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \nKorr grins a big wookie grin at the haughty warrior. When he turns t owalk away the ship lurches out form under him(( 1d20=18 +3=21)) But is able to keep his footing."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Just waitin for Than.))"
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \n\nTyra leaps up from her chair, a curse on her lips and fire in her eyes. But the sudden lurch of the ship keeps her from finding her footing and she goes down. She momentarily forgets her anger at Korr and begins picking herself up off the ground. She then heads off after Bendak cursing the unlucky timing.\n\n\n((Ooc: botched reflex save, 1d20=3 + 8=11 )))"
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \nRunning after his friends Korr yells What's going on? I sthe Remnant or the Vhong? "
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "((Not going to post an action until I find out the consequences for the failed save))"
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": "((OOC I'll be on semi leave the next few days. I'mp retty sure I won't have acces to a computer but I might. So I will post whenever possible.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Everyone save for Zax and Tyra are fine. The two of you stumble, fall and fly into one of the ship's walls, losing 9 Vitality each. Over the intercom, you hear a voice.\n\n\"Remnant ship incoming, fighters are scattering. Anyone who can fly, get to the hanger to pilot a fighter. Those who can't get to the guns to man them.\""
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "I head for the fighter bay after getting up is there a choice of ships or is it just one type"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak head out the door at the a dead run toward the hanger bay once there he get into the starfighter he see.\n\n((what type of fighter are we using))"
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra, clumsy warrior \n\nPicking herself up off the deck, Tyra heads out of the mess hall and to the docking bay, all the time rubbing her shoulder where she hit the bulkhead.\n\nOnce there she climbs into the cockpit of the closest unoccupied fighter and prepares the ship for takeoff.\n\n((( I too would like to know what kind of fighters we have.)))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "In the hanger, you see an assortment of fighters. There are some Y-Wings, some X-Wings, some A-Wings and some B-Wings. And there are still a few of each left."
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Zax \n\nZax heads for A Y-wing and climbs in and begins preflight\n\nInitiitive +4 (+2 size +2 crew)\nManuever +13 (+2 size + 11 crew pilot skill)\nlaser attack +13(+2 size +7 crew +4 fire control\nion cannon +11(+2 sizer +7 crew + 2 fire control)\n\nWhen the ship is ready he moves it out of the hanger bay into the fray"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak climbs aboard a X-wing and starts the preflight the ship R2 Whistles a hello and introduces it self as R2-D7, Good to meet you D7, now lets go vape some imp's. with that Bendak lunches and hurtles the ship out of the hanger. locking on to the first fighter he opens his strike foils and opens fire.\n\n\n INITIATIVE (1d20+6=7) \n Manuever +13 (+2 size + 11 crew pilot skill) (1d20+13=16) \n laser attack +15(+2 size +7 crew +6 fire control) (1d20+15=30) \n laser damage (6d10*2=66) "
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": "Tyra climbs into a “B”wing, and starts the preflight sequence.\nOnce air born She switches her sensors over to scan mode and searches the closest enemy target and begins charging her shields and weapons. Once her shields and weapons are fully charged she locks her strike foils into attack position.\n\n\n((( initiative 17 +4=21\n\n comp. Use check for sensor sweep, 14 + 9+2=25\n maneuver 8 +11=19"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((So we'll just say Ryth is manning a turret somewhere. I'll roll for him. Also, yay to you all for being on one of the main capital ships, hehe)).\n\nNow that you are all out in space, you can see a standard grade Star Destroyer closing in and groups of TIE Fighters scattering from its bowels. Zax, you quickly find a large group of Y-Wings, being escorted by a squadron of fighters that you have never seen before, heading towards the Star Destroyer. A voice crackles over your intercom.\n\n\"Y-Wing pilot, this is Gold Leader. Identify yourself. We have been given orders to disable or destroy the Star Destroyer. These prototypes will clear us a path for bombardment. The Dauntless will also be working on it, as it will no doubt be working on the Dauntless. Let's give it as much help as possible boys.\"\n\nBendak, as you leave the hangar, a voice comes over your intercom.\n\n\"X-Wing pilot, this is Red Leader. Fall in and identify yourself. We have orders to defend the Dauntless from incoming fighters.\"\n\nTyra, something very similar happens over your intercom.\n\n\"B-Wing pilot, identify yourself. This is Green Leader. We have been charged with defending the Dauntless, along with the X and A Wings. Give em hell.\"\n\n((Go ahead and make your rolls, Zax, then I shall move along.))"
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Gold wing leader this is the civilain Zax. I copy your transmission and am proceeding at attack speed to enemy Star Destroyer. Gold Leader I am activating shields and weapons. Lets kick this pig over.\" \n\nactivatie weapons and shields\nattack speed-defense 24 manuveriablity +11\n\ninitiative\n1d20+4=16\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=547425 \n\n\n\nif i make it to weapon range in this round then I will attack with a proton torpedo\n\nattack 1d20+13=29\n\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=547425 \n\ndamage 9d10*2=104\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=547431 \n\nthat was a clean hit gold leader."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Tyra, your sensor sweep shows TIE Fighters moving in towards the Dauntless The rest in your group have engaged ((make a pilot check)).\n\nZax, your group begins to close on the Star Destroyer. They begin to engage TIE Fighters before they reach the actual ship, however. You manage to blow a TIE Fighter up, and many others spiral out of control before they explode. ((Pilot check))\n\nBendak, you also manage to blow up an incoming TIE Fighter. Another appears on your six, but is quickly blown up by one of the ship's laser turrets. ((Pilot check))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Manuever +13 (+2 size + 11 crew pilot skill) (1d20+13=19) \n Acknologed Red leader, this is Bendak Jast a civilian contractor on retainer for the Jedi order "
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "pilot check\n\nactually i just reread the starship combat and i can send a missle at anything within my sensor range it just has to move there so i fired it at the ship which means the tie fighter that i destroyed i didn't its still there and the missle shoudln't reach the ship til next turn as for the pilot check its\n\n1d20+11=20\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=548061 "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "(( actually i think are GM has decided that the TIE got in the way of the missile, but that just my feeling))"
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "((if that is the case that is the case but i think they get a pilot check even if it did))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "(( I think you may be right on that one))"
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \n\nSwitching her comm channel over to the B-wing commanders’ frequency, Trya says,\n\n You can call me… Skydragon , I’m a civilian contractor. You have a squadron of Tie fighters vectoring in on the Dauntless ; I’m engaging them. \n\nComing about, Tyra switches her weapons over to torpedoes and drops her cross hairs on the lead tie fighter and waits for a good lock. Once she has one; she lets loose with one torpedo.\n\nattack 1d20=20 +10+6-4=32\nCritical roll 17 +10 +6-4=29\nDamage: 59 \n\n\n((( I’m using the stats for the B-wing found in the starships of the galaxy and I didn’t realize you took –4 for attack rolls with ship weapons without starship operation feats… heh, man I really screwed up when I assigned this character feats *slaps forehead*. )))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I factored in the pilot check. The poor fool rolled a nat one, you know how that goes, hehe. Sorry for lack of posting, I've been out of town.))\n\nTyra, the torpedo is on it's way.\n\nBendak, you manage to begin pursuit of one of the TIE's, the leader of a group of four TIE's.\n\nZax, a TIE is trying to get a lock on you from behind you, but your piloting skills foil his plan. In front of you is a group of three TIE's."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Manuever +13 (+2 size + 11 crew pilot skill) (1d20+13=21) \n proton torpedo attack (1d20+10=27) \n proton torpedo Damage (9d10*2=90) \n laser attack +15(+2 size +7 crew +6 fire control) (1d20+15=26) \n laser damage (6d10*2=86) \n\nLocking on to the lead tie with his proton torpedo launcher he fires the proton torpedo, as soon as the missile is lunched, he hit his ecstatic ruder to bring his ship in line with the next TIE in line once he locked on he opens fire with his lasers."
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra “skydragon” \n\nTyra bears down on another enemy ship and opens fire with a full attack.\n\n\n((( I’m assuming I’m in laser range by now\nattacks: 30 , 23 18\n Confirm critical \nDamage: 25, 13 x2 = 50, 26\n\nOh I realized that torpedo deals 10d10 x2, I forgot to multiply the damage… please factor that into the damage when it hits. )))\n\n edit: just realized my second attack istn at +10 doh!"
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Switching lasers to fire liink \n\nattack roll\na bit wide 16\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=553250 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Some of the turrets are felling TIE's left and right. The squadrons over engaging the Star Destroyer are doing good as well.\n\nTyra, a fellow B-Wing pilot explodes as a group of two TIE's blow it up. Your first laser hits, crippling the TIE, but it keeps on flying. The torpedo finishes it off (unless the torpedo was aimed at another TIE, in which case, that TIE is blown up).\n\nBendak, your torpedo is on it's way. The second TIE you aim for is blown up as the laser rips right through it.\n\nZax, the TIE behind you is persistent. Another pilot check. Your laser goes wide and one of the TIE's breaks off of the group to circle around to get behind you (you'll worry about a pilot check next round for that one)."
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "pilot check as well as an attack still fire linked\n\npilot\n10\nlooks like i am screwed natural 1\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=554664 \n\nattack\n17+13=30\n\ndamage\n68\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=554672 \n\ni hate dice rollers\n\n\nedit i rolled a 21 on the first roll but forgot to put character name in the 1 is the roll under the character."
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra, blaster happy pilot \n\nTyra pulls out of the dogfight long enough to summon up her inner strength to sharpen her reflexes.\n\n\n Pilot check \n Enhance ability check. \n\nenhanced ability grants me a +4 bonus to my dex score for ten rounds. Costs 3 vitality. I didn’t factor this bonus into the above pilot check. Seems like I need to make a pilot check before I pump my stat."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Manuever +13 (+2 size + 11 crew pilot skill) (1d20+13=27) \n laser attack +15(+2 size +7 crew +6 fire control) (1d20+15=29) \n laser damage (6d10*2=72) \n\nBendak continue to hit the ecstatic ruder he bringe the next TIE into his sites, once he locks on he hits his laser."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Tyra, you come up behind a lone TIE that is tailing a fellow B-Wing pilot.\n\nAs you blow up the lead TIE, and then the second, the last two TIE's break up formation and go in opposite directions. Choose one to follow and attack.\n\nZax, the TIE begins to open fire on you. You can't see the other one, but a second volley of green lasers (one hit and one miss). The one hits your ship for 24 damage. Take the appropriate amount away from your shields. Then a new volley of lasers comes in, blowing up both TIE's.\n\n\"This is gold two. The two TIE's on your six have been blown up. You alright, kid?\"\n\nYou recognize the voice as that of Lieutenant Solo."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Graybacca \n Manuever +13 (+2 size + 11 crew pilot skill) (1d20+13=27) \n laser attack +15(+2 size +7 crew +6 fire control) (1d20+15=29) \n laser damage (6d10*2=72) \n \n\n\nBendak Brake right to Follow the TIE that Broke Right once the TIE is in his sites and is locks on to Bendak fires his laser."
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Copy that Lt Solo thanks for the assist. Gold leader I have clear space and am breaking combat and heading for the star destroyer. Lets try again firing missle. \n\nattack roll for when it arrives\n1d20+5\n\nI swear to Bob\n1+5=6\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=557310 \n\nI can't even use heroic surge because it is a missle roll and not mine. grrr.\n\nI hate dice rollers."
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra, fighter pilot \n\nTyra banks to starboard (right), after the right hand tie fighter; and attempts to establish pursuit. She waits for her chance to attack and fires\n\n maneuver \n attack \n attack x 2= 56"
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \nKorr slides into the gunners chair and turns on the power and switches off the safety. He roars as he fires at incoming tie fighters.\n((ATK roll 1d20+6=20 DMG I don't know dice))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Bendak, your TIE goes down.\n\nZax, your torpedo almost takes down a fellow starfighter but flies wide and off into space somewhere. The Star Destroyer has begun to look more than slightly battered.\n\nTyra, the force is strong with this TIE pilot (a la a nat 20, heh). You are unable to start a pursuit, but are still behind him. You can attempt another pursuit if you wish.\n\nKorr, you miss a TIE. You do notice that their numbers are beginning to thin out."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Manuever +13 (+2 size + 11 crew pilot skill) (1d20+13=27) \n laser attack +15(+2 size +7 crew +6 fire control) (1d20+15=19) \n laser damage (6d10*2=36) \n\nBendak attempts to lock on to the next TIE once he dose he opens fire with his lasers. cliking the comm Bendak says, hey it looks likes we got them on the run. "
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " \"Stupid deffective missle\" \n\nrepeat process\n\nmissle attack once in range.\n\n20+5=25\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=559384 \nabout time\ncrit threat range\n20+5=25\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=559386 \nlucky shot\n9+4=15\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=559388 \n\nDamage\n98\n\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=559395 \n\n\n\ni take back every bad thing i said about dice rollers"
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \nKorr breathes in slowly and focuses on finishing off the remaining ties.\n((7 I miss))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((We's waitin on Than))"
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \n\nTyra breathes slowly out of her mouth and tightens her finger around the firing trigger. Letting loose a salvo of deadly laser beams from her autoblasters.\n\n(((\n\n full attack1 \n full attack2 \n damage 2 attacks x2 = 40\n\n sorry ben busy)))"
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "((ok how are you getting +21/+15 on attacks that is insane at level 6 you aren't even profficient with the starfighters so you should be taking a -4 to all attacks. Your modifier by my math is +2 size +6/+1 base +6 dex -4 lack of proficiency+2 fire control= +12/+7 ))"
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": "(((I just figured out my mistake, I added the bonus I get from the enhanced ability to my modifier not to my straight dex score… making me think I get a +4 bonus to my dex modifier instead of the +2 I should get. On top of that I was looking at the wrong stats on the ship… I was looking at the ion cannons, which grant a +8 fire control bonus. That’s how I came up with such a high number.. And even then I think I made a mistake on the math anyway.\n\nOh and I’m using the auto blasters they have a fire control of +4 not +2 (that’s the assault laser cannon)\nSo it should be +14/9 instead of 12/7\n\nDo you want me to reroll or just change the bonuses?)))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I've got it figured out, don't worry.))\n\nWith the ever increasing majority of fighters in the air becoming those belonging to the Republic, and order is given to all fighters to go and concentrate on the Star Destroyer. The Destroyer is beginning to look the worse for wear, but is still very functional.\n\n((Make your attacks and rolls on it, heh))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Manuever +13 (+2 size + 11 crew pilot skill) (1d20+13=15) \n proton torpedo attack (1d20+10=12, 1d20+10=21) \n proton torpedo Damage (9d10*2=106, 9d10*2=110) \n\n\nBendak brings his fighter in line with the IMP STAR DUCE, He pairs off his Proton torpedoes and lunches and fires 2 torpedoes"
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra, battle happy pilot \n\nTyra turns her fighter towards the massive bulk of the Star Destroyer and switches her weapons over to proton torpedoes and fires.\n\n well at least it’s an easy target \n Maneuver \n\nAttack d20+16=34 12(bab)+6(fire control)+2(size) –4 (non proficient)\n\nDamage 65 x2= 130"
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Gold Seven Torpedo bay two firing. \n\n\nMissle attack\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=566374 \n\nDamage=32*2=64\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=566376 \n Barely scratched the damn thing "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Your torpedoes are actually hitting, so you can tell the shields are down by this time.\n\n((Ryth, keep making attack rolls on your turn. There are still a few TIE's attacking the Calamari cruiser.))"
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": " Firing \n Missle attack \n Damage *2 =96 "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " proton torpedo attack (1d20+10=22, 1d20+10=19) \n proton torpedo Damage (9d10*2=94, 9d10*2=106) \n\n\nBendak fires 2 more torpedoes"
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \n\nTyra switches her weapons over to duel linked torpedoes, waits for a solid lock and opens fire.\n\n((( full attack with duel linked torpedoes\n\n attack rolls \nAttack1:\n30=14(1d20)+6(bab)+6 (dex)+2(size)+6 (fire control)-4(non proficient)\n\nattack 2\n28=17(1d20)+1(bab)+6(dex) +2 (size) +(6 fire control)-4(non proficient)\n\n damage rolls \n\n62x2= 124\n57x2=114\n59x2=118\n48x2=96\nTotal damage = 452\n)))"
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "((would someone else play rules lawyer i hate being that guy))"
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \nKorr fires again but his ineptness with the control scheme makes him miss again ((11))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Tryin to keep track of it, but I'm not all knowing w/ DnD and the offshoots like this, heh. If someone sees something, bring it to my attention.))\n\nAfter more concentrated fire, the last of the TIE's go down and the Remnant cruiser quiets down and begins to drift through space. A few seconds later, it explodes in a bright flash of light.\n\nAdmiral Niel's voice crackles over the intercom, \"Good job, soldiers, come on back.\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak Jast\n\nFlipping the sitch that powers down his weapons and returns the Strike-foil in to there cruse mode he then reaches to flip the sitch for the shields when he realized that he never turn them on. he just whistle in amazement. Bendak quickly lands his ship. once on the deck he get out of the ship and waits for the others to land."
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "((Lawyer part first: Fire linked weapons act as one weapon that have added one die only to the damage for every time you double the weapons so he could have fired 4 torpedos but it the total damage they would have done is for two attacksplus an extra die if he had four torpeod launches linked it would sill only add two dice the reason is they all relatively hit the same place and have the same explosive radius thus only moderately extending damage. but that also means he only needs two attack rolls))\n\n\nZax\n\n Gold Seven coming home i"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Good call. As it was, you were all only adding a slight amount of damage to the Remnant ship, and TIE's are easily brought down anyway. I will keep an eye out for that in the future though, thanks :))"
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \n\nReaching back to her left behind her head, Tyra flips the switch that closes the strike foils on her B wing and heads back to the cruiser.\n\n\n(((Ahh, thanks for the rules lawyering. It didn’t look right so I cleared that with the dm first. I couldn’t find the info on duel linked torpedoes… care to give a page?)))"
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "((pg 214 second to last section says fire linked missles and it says that they behave like fire linked weapons which is explained three sections before that.))\n\n Zax \n\nWhen Zax gets out of the ship he checks the astromech drioid he was flying with (take 20 which should give me 33 for either repair or for craft droid) and make any repairs necessary. Afterwards he will find out if there is a briefing if not then he will head off to bed its been a long dayl"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "There is a bit of a celebration going on in the hangar as those pilots who returned (most did) are celebrating their victory. Admiral Niel and Master Nrook approach the four of you.\n\n\"The Force was with us on this day,\" declares Master Nrook.\n\n\"Indeed,\" is all Admiral Niel says to that. \"Anyway, more has been discovered about the Holocrons that you recovered from Coruscant. Go ahead and get some sleep. The four of you will be part of a de-briefing in two days time. Keep yourselves busy until then. Along with floors that need scrubbing, some of our fighters need repairs now. That will be all.\"\n\nAdmiral Niel salutes the four of you and turns on his heel and begins to walk away. Master Nrook bows slightly and follows after him.\n\n((Your droid was fine by the way. If anyone wants to do anything of note over the next two days, go ahead and post your actions and I'll address them one at a time. If not, we'll move onto the de-briefing.))"
},
{
"author": "Dominic",
"message": " Korr \nAfter congratulating his teammates and some celebration.Korr studies the schematics for the lightsaber and tries to assemble pieces for it from parts around the ship."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak spend several hours cleaning his equipment and weapons, Bendak then decided to help Korr find the necessary parts by also studying the schematics of the lightsaber and enlisting the help of the Astromech droid that flow with him in the X-Wing R2-D7\n\n\n(( Day 1 Search (1d20+7=12) ))\n(( Day 2 Search (1d20+7=11) ))"
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": "(((Feel free to skip ahead if you want. Even though the others have some things that need to be resolved first. ))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Just waitin on smurf))\n\nUnfortunately, the two of you dont find too much to begin building a lightsaber. When asked about one of the main components, the crystals, most just give you a blank stare. Master Nrook and the others nod in recognition, but don't know of any place to get said crystals."
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "Zax spends most of the time in the hanger fixing fighters and droids damaged in the fight as well as repaiting the capital ship where he can."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I am on vacation, so won't be able to have access to computers all of the time. I will update when I can. Worse comes to worst, I'll be back on Sunday and I will update then. Apologies for the delays))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Alright, I'm back. Sorry for the week off. Down to business))\n\nTwo days later, you are all called to a briefing room. The Jedi Masters are all there. Admiral Niel and a few other high ranking officers are there as well. Lieutenant Solo is standing at Admiral Niel's side, looking on expectantly. As soon as everyone is accounted for, Admiral Niel steps forward and begins to talk, as images from the devices you four rescued are shown in the background via a Holo Projector.\n\n\"Thanks to the courageous efforts of four of our agents, we have recovered some key data from the time before the Civil War. The devices these four recovered, called Holocrons, are storage devices that Jedi Masters used to use as teaching methods. While the data recovered from these holocrons is a good step forward, they were by no means complete. Master Nrook and the others believe that more are hidden throughout the Galaxy at significant points. These Holocrons help to strengthen that belief. What is said here, gentlemen, must be kept within this group. We believe there is a spy amongst us, leaking information to the Remnant. That is why they were on Coruscant, and that is how they followed our four volunteers back to the Dauntless. We will be working heavily over the next weeks and months in an attempt to discern the locations of other holocrons. That is all. Those four who found the holocrons must stay, however.\"\n\nThe others, including Lieutenant Solo file out of the room. Admiral Niel turns to look at the four of you directly.\n\n\"My words go doubly for the four of you. Be careful who you talk to over the course of your stay here on the Dauntless. The spy could be anyone, and Master Nrook fears that the spy may have some force training. This spy may even be under the tutelage of Darth Galak, the leader of the Remnant and former member of the Jedi Order. Our next stop will be Dantooine. There are some ruins on that planet that may very well hold more holocrons.\"\n\nMaster Nrook then stands up.\n\n\"The Holocrons will speak to you. Do not heed their words, just store them safely away. Upon closer inspection, the other Masters and I believe that the Holocrons are being used to store both Light and Dark side teachings.\"\n\nMaster Nrook then turns and looks directly at Korr.\n\n\"My apologies for keeping you in the dark, Padawan. You have proven yourself capable, and the other Masters and I feel it is time for you to begin training with a lightsaber. I know I said earlier that I knew nothing of its construction, and indeed I don't, but the other Masters and I are more than competent with them. Over the course of the journey to Dantooine, I will be training you in its usage.\"\n\nWith these words, Master Nrook pulls a lightsaber from under his robes and turns it on. It glows yellow in the dim light. He turns it off again.\n\n\"The four of you, keep an eye out for Ilum crystals whenever you travel.\" He points to a group of images on the Projector. You now all know what kind of crystals to look for.\n\n\"We are still working on the special power source needed for the lightsabers, but we will keep the four of you up to date. Unless any of you have any questions, you are dismissed. And if any of you wish to learn to correctly operate a star fighter, lessons will be held in the hangar every day.\"\n\n((Apologies for such a long post, heh. If none of you have any questions, let me know if any of you have anything you want to do during the week long trip to Dantooine. Korr, your time is already taken up I'm afraid, heh.))"
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \n\nAfter raising her hand, Tyra asks,\n Sir, when are these fighter training courses? I’m interested in attending. \n\n(((( Welcome back, and don't worry about the long reply. I'm just glad the game's still going )))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"These courses will be held at 0800 every day until we reach Dantooine. Then we will have more competent fighters should any Remnant come at us again.\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak just nod about starfighter courses, Bendak then raise his hand and ask, i was wondering if Master Nrook would mind if i sat in on some the lightsaber training, when I'm not at the starfighter training, i have an interest in learning exotic forms of combat. "
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \n\nAfter her question is answered Tyra leaps out of her chair and storms out of the room, Obviously upset about something.\nAs she storms down the corridor she tries to work things out in her head.\n I have the chance to learn how to wield those lightsabers, while they’re quite powerful weapons they’re also the symbol of the Jedi order. I doubt they would let non-Jedi wield them. Which means I would have to join their order. But it was Jedi who destroyed my home; I can barely tolerate being in the same room with them, how can I possibly become one? Sure I was told that they were Rogue Jedi but they were still Jedi. \nI have this power, but I can barely control it, every time I try it threatens to get out of control and hurt the ones I don’t wish to hurt. The Jedi offer me a way to learn how to use it, but can I join the same group that’s responsible for destroying my home? It’s true I’ve changed a lot since then, but can I make that big of a change? Frell, I don’t even know what I’m doing working for them. \n\nHer thoughts echo in her head as she rushes down the corridor."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Master Nrook looks at Bendak.\n\n\"I'm afraid that if you wish to learn how to wield a lightsaber, you must join our Order. If you are willing to do so, then by all means, come to these training sessions. If not, I'm afraid that while you may be able to look on, you won't be able to receive any training.\"\n\nMaster Nrook then looks after the fleeing form of Tyra, a look of sympathy on his face. Then he sighs.\n\n\"If Tyra wishes to walk the path,\" Master Nrook thinks to himself, \"she must do it of her own volition.\"\n\n((So, whose doing what?))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Master Nrook i need some time to think about this decision before i give you my answer, i should have an answer for you by the time of the first lessons. with that Bendek gets up and leave the meeting. he head and grabs some food on his way to his cabin, after thinking for a couple hours and head to the hanger deck, for his flight training lesson, after the flight training Bendak head to where the lightsaber training is to be held to give Master Nrook his answer, Master Nrook i do admit that i have some doubts about Joining but i have never been one to let my doubts stop me from doing some thing, so if you'll have me i would be willing to join the jedi order. "
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "Being that there are almost no force sensitive people amongst the Defel he can't and really has no interest in learning to use a lightsaber. He also can't really get any better at flying a fighter so instead he decides to put around the ship working where he can find work helps build a few extra astromech droids for the ones that were lost in the battle."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Master Nrook smiles warmly and gives a slight bow.\n\n\"Then welcome to the Jedi Order, Padawan Bendak. You will be learning under myself mainly, as I don't have too many pupils at the present time.\"\n\n((Tyra, what are you doing for the next week? And Korr will be training with a lightsaber, heh))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Bump-u))"
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \n\nDuring the weeks of travel Tyra attends the pilot training courses and practice her fighting techniques."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak spends his time split in between pilot training courses and his studies of the jedi order with Master Nrook.\n\n\n\n(((OOC: Oh and that's Padawan Bendak Jast, the other thing is i was wondering how much XP we accumulated so far from those combat round)))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I generally just keep a track of how many encounters you all have had and level up that way. I will let you know when you go ding, hehe. Incidentally, Tyra gains proficiency with a star fighter of her choice. Bendak and Korr gain proficiency with the lightsaber. And yes, I do mean the feats. Zax, as you seem to be left out, you can gain one of the skill mastery feats if you wish. Bendak, as your time is split, roll an intelligence check. If you pass, you can also gain proficiency with a star fighter of your choice.))\n\nThe trip to Dantooine is, for the most part, uneventful. Korr and Bendak, as you go down to meet with Master Nrook, you see one of the other Padawans storming out of Master Nrook's room.\n\n\"I don't see why I can't go along as well, Master,\" this student complains. \"I'm at least as talented as those four you are sending out. Probably more so, as they have all come off as bumbling fools.\"\n\n\"Seer, you are too tempestuous. You let anger get the better of you. We have been over this before. And the other Masters agree. You are not ready yet.\"\n\nThe human identified as Seer spins around in a fury, sees the two of you, and grins maliciously as he walks by.\n\nMaster Nrook sighs heavily and then motions for the two of you to follow him to the training area.\n\n\"That was Seer Skywalker,\" Master Nrook says. \"Very talented. Very powerful with the force. But he has a temper, as you have seen. I fear we may lose him to the Dark Side.\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " INTellgence (1d20+3=23) "
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "((what about the spacer feat))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Maybe what Seer need to learn is that just because you have talent, it doesnt mean your the best person for the job, it's his arrogance and supposed superiority that is the problem, maybe he should come with us, but tell him that he has to follow ether Korr or myself orders because you feel he could learn some thing from us, Master. Says Bendak."
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Tyra \n\nTyra turns and watches the youth storm off.\nShrugging, She says,\n Arrogance, supposed superiority, conceit, … seems like a typical Jedi to me. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Spacer works fine, and go ahead and take that extra feat Korr, heh)).\n\nMaster Nrook nods a bit and eyes Tyra with an odd look before speaking.\n\n\"No, he is to stay behind and study. He is not ready for confrontation with the Remnant, not in his current state. You four are to take a shuttle down to Dantooine. The computer on the ship has coordinates for an abandoned town where we believe more Holocrons to be stored. As Admiral Niel stated, be careful. We may have a spy about. May the Force be with you.\"\n\nMaster Nrook nods and goes back into his room. The door slides shut behind him."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " As you wish Master Nrook , after Master Nrook closes the door, Bendak turns and starts to head to the hanger bay over his shoulder he says, You guy coming. "
},
{
"author": "TheThan",
"message": " Sorry to do this. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Good luck to you sir. I'll think of something to do for your character in case you decide to come back or if you have the time to.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "As you are all walking down the hall, you hear someone call out behind you. Coming up quickly is Master Nrook.\n\n\"My apologies. That confrontation with Padawan Skywalker left me with my mind on other things. There is supposed to be elaborate ceremony for this, but for now, we will keep this quiet.\"\n\nHe hands Bendak and Korr each a lightsaber.\n\n\"For the journey. You may need them. All of the Masters have one, but we keep their existence a secret for the most part. And myself and Master Varee will need those back upon your return.\"\n\nHe bows and makes his way back to his room."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "After receiving the lightsaber Bendak says, thank you Master Nrook i will keep it safe. After Master Nrook heads back to his room, Bendak hangs the lightssaber on his belt, he then turns and continues to the hanger deck. Once on the hanger deck he heads to the shuttle to start the pre-flight lunch check."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((HOw about the rest of you?))"
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "Zax is waiting for Bendak in the ship with it ready to go before any of them get there not really caring about the jedi or a lightsaber just caring about the money that he will be getting."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Once the check list is done he makes shore all are aboard before sealing the hatch. siting in the pilots Cher Bendak brings the thruster on to standby, and hits the comm button, shuttle one to control requesting clearance to take off. "
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "((Sorry guys but I am going to have to drop this game I am running a game callled the order and the council and i have about 4 new players coming into it so I have a lot on my plate right now we are at a fair point for me to stop with The Than and I pulling out I would suggest you do some recruiting.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Sigh, ah well. Whose up for waiting around while we do some recruiting? Or should we try and continue or should we just drop it?))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "(( I\"M welling to waiting around while we do some recruiting))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((To the OC Board then. I can swing the campaign with just the two of you, if you don't mind it. If you want to wait, we can wait, however))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "(( we can continue to play, wile you recruit some new blood, we can do any thing you want, oh and have you heard any thing from Ryan))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Which one is Ryan?))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((Korr are wookee jedi))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Are you still around Korr? If i don't hear anything, I'll pm him tomorrow))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Waiting for a response from Korr in regards to my pm to him. I'd continue w/ this now it's just I don't know if he's still involved. I haven't heard anything on the ooc board for recruitment yet. I hope you can hold in there, Graybacca :-/))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((same here i was in joying this game. the only other idea is i create and run a second character))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Alright, it seems like we have picked up two more for this. So if you can hang in there and wait for them to make characters, we will pick up where we left off and continue on))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "(((OK)))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Alright, we've only got one person for now, but I will leave recruitment open so others may join. If you are ok going in with just two people, we shall move on once he is done))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "(((I'm Good either way)))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((And so we have two more. Once they are ready to go, we shall move on. I'll keep the entire group together (including those who dropped) for now, but I'll have them leave in such a way where there will be room for them to return if they should ever get the time/inclination. So, again, just hang in there a little while longer and we'll be ready to go))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Ok, here we go))\n\nAs everyone is getting ready for departure, a figure comes running towards the ship and the departing sequence is stopped. Over the intercom comes the voice of Admiral Niel.\n\n\"After some deliberation among me and the other leaders, we have decided to add to your group. If you would lower the ramp, we'll make introductions and you can get underway.\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Bandak Jast \n\nAfter aborting the lunch sequence and placing the ship in to standby mode Bendak flips the switch that opens the hatch and lowers the Ramp, getting up from the pilots seat and heads to the boarding ramp."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien Vor \n\nAt the bottom of the ramp stood a Sullustan male. He was quite tall for one of his species, reaching nearly one point eight meters with enough weight to fill everything out but leaving him just a bit more in the way of lean or wiry in build. He was dressed in a relatively plain tan and gray flight suit adorned with a sewed on patch at the right shoulder depicting a hawkbat. His glossy black eyes were alight with excitement as he started straight up the ramp, running his hands along the ship's outer hull until he met Bendak at the top.\n\n[Sullustan]\" So this is the ship I'll be flying? Looks like a sturdy old girl! Is that the lateral sensor cluster I see over to port? Or is that some sort of communications array? Oh, hey buddy! \"[/Sullustan] The alien bustles past Bendak into the freighter, slapping him on the shoulder as he passes. As he walks out of sight you hear him continue to mutter to himself, punctuated every now and then by excited or disappointed exclamations about some ship system or another.\n\n(( OOC: Let's get this show on the hyperspace route! ))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak a 6’ foot tall human with pale skin and a trim build weighing 185.2 lb. he wares a combination of Jedi robes and his Gray and Black speckle Camouflage pattern Mando'a armour, a dark brown Utility belt with Holster and DL-44 resting in it and a lightsaber hanging off it. He has rugged features with a scar on the bridge of his nose with Pale skin and blue eyes and Sandy Brown hair. Bendak smiles and chuckles to himself, as he semi-shouts, Nice to meet you I'll see you in the cockpit. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((That may or may not be everyone. We up for moving along now or waiting til tomorrow afternoon for any stragglers?))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "((I'm kind of itching to get started, but if it looks like we might be getting someone else we can have Bendak and Tien stall a little getting the ship ready.))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((I'm good with what ever you want to do))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien Vor \n\nBy now Tien had made his way to the cockpit and had settled into the pilot's cushioned acceleration seat. He ran his hands lovingly over the controls, checking the status of the engines and the navicomputer. \" Hey, big human! Come here, I want to talk to you about something! \" he yelled over his shoulder."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak was already on his way back to the cockpit when the Sullustan called, once Bendak enters the cockpit he say, although i chose to take big Human as a complement, for future reference my Name is Bendak Jast, so what is the question , as bendak now settle himself in to the co-pilots seat."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "((Sorry, I'm hardly ever online over the weekend. Thats time for my kids.))\n\n\nKadlo hustles over to the ramp of the starship, watching as the Sullustan and the Human move into the interior of the ship. [Duran] I've fixed computers and hyperdrives when everyone else has given up on them, you'd think I could program a watch ,[/Duran] he mutters to himself. Huffing and puffing, he finally reaches the ramp. [Basic] I'm here, he wheezes, I'm here. [/Basic]"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Ah, well then, if we are moving along on the weekends, how would you like your char to be handled? Want me to NPC him? You could email me possible actions as well *shrug*))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Cyrus112 \n ((Ah, well then, if we are moving along on the weekends, how would you like your char to be handled? Want me to NPC him? You could email me possible actions as well *shrug*)) \n \n\n((Based on the events of Friday, I could PM you possible actions and then let you NPC him over the weekend. I will try to check in as I can, but I work crazy hours during the week and with their own after school activities there's not alot of free time to spend with them; so I try to do as much with them on the weekend as possible.))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "\" Hey, I'd never insult an armed human. You guys get really scary when you're angry...especially the ones that carry...those... \" the Sullustan looked suspiciously at Bendak's lightsaber and shivered. \" Man, I've heard stories about Jedi and none of them were good. Is that what you are? You're not going to crawl around in my head are you? \" the Sullustan raised his hands to his head and pressed down protectively, as if to physically keep Bendak from mind-probing him.\n\n\" Uh...anyway...I was going to ask how she handled. Have you flown her before? \" he slowly brought his hands down to rest on the control panel."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Well, I was going to move the story on, but character interaction is going on, and I'm a big proponent of that. So if you all want to carry on for a little while with the interaction, feel free to do so. If not, I'll move the story along.))\n\nBendak, you've never flowin in this freighter before, so you have little knowledge of it."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " You don't have to worry about me reading your mind, at the moment I'm what you'd call Force-challenged, But as to the ships handaling not a clue this woud be my first flight in her. says Bendak."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "\" First trip, too? Well, the old girl's not a virgin but I'll put her through her paces well enough. You may want to strap yourself...yourselves in, rather. Who are you? \" Tien leaned around Bendak to spy the Duros that just arrived."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo moves forward to the cockpit, dragging his pack behind him. \"Kadlo Altorubb at your service,\" he says, while bowing slightly at the waist. \"Pilot, navigator, but more specifically, Starship Engineer.\""
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "\" Well, we've got a pilot, \" Tien says rather defensively, but quickly lets it go, \" but the copilot's chair's yours if you can wrestle it away from the big, heavily armed human, Kadlo. Welcome aboard the...er...does she even have a name? Let me pull up her I.F.F. beacon settings. \" Tien's hands danced across the controls, bringing up the information on the screen in front of him.\n\n(( OOC: I heard \"Forerunner\" before. Are we still going with that or can I make up a new name? ))\n\nEDIT: Fixed the thing with the copilot's chair."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "\" Thank you, \" Kadlo says as he plops himself down in the co-pilot's chair. Noting Tien's defensive attitude, Kadlo adds, \" Of course, I'm only a passable pilot. Hyperdrives are my true calling. Knowing how to pilot the vessel only helps improve my understanding of how the engines react. \" At which point, he engages the engineering displays and checks the engines. \" I don't recall the Admiral saying anything about anyone else joining us. I think its time to seal 'er up and be on our way. \""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Graybacca \n Bendak was already on his way back to the cockpit when the Sullustan called, once Bendak enters the cockpit he say, although i chose to take big Human as a complement, for future reference my Name is Bendak Jast, so what is the question , as bendak now settle himself in to the co-pilots seat . \n \n\n(((ybn1197 you character Kadlo is going to have a hard time seating in the co-polits seat as bendak is already seated in it, and he's not a bad pilot himself with a pilot skill at 11 ))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Ok, some points of clarification. No one needs to be defensive :P, unless it's all in character, hehe. Also, the Forerunner was the shuttle they were on before. Right now, all you can find is the technical name for the ship, which is YT-1300 - DBC. As for the current situation, work that out amongst yourselves, hehe. Of course, feel free to go back and edit posts as needed.))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "Tien grinned when he saw the I.F.F. beacon's read. \" As for some odd reason this ship hasn't been named yet, and as it is decidedly unlucky to fly a ship with no name, it is my extreme pleasure to welcome you both aboard the Aurora Sprite , my new friends. \" he announced.\n\nTien had picked one of the names that were bouncing about in his skull for when he finally got his own ship. If he was lucky, he'd be able to get out of this job with the hugely customizable YT-1300 Corellian light freighter at his fingertips. She was beautiful and he wanted her... In fact, he was already thinking about it as his ship, hence the use of the name he really liked. He ran his hands over the controls lovingly and began the startup routine.\n\nApparently, the ship had been cared for well enough, as the sublight engines spun to life with a powerful whine, warming up. He felt a low, pleasing vibration thrum through the floorboards and into his legs. \" Kadlo's right. Someone seal that hatch while I cut in the repulsorlifts. I want to see what this old bird can do. \""
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Graybacca \n (((ybn1197 you character Kadlo is going to have a hard time seating in the co-polits seat as bendak is already seated in it, and he's not a bad pilot himself with a pilot skill at 11 )) \n \n\n((Uh, whoops. Missed that. In which case, Kadlo would have sat down in one of the reat seats.))\n\nThe vibration of the sublight engines brought a smile to Kadlo's face. Obviously, they were well-taken care of. At Tien's prompt, Kadlo will seal the hatches and make the ship ready for departure."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak Seating in co-pilot says, Nice name, personally i was thinking of Verda Tal and if you don't speak Mondo'a it means Warriors Blood , but Aurora Sprite works, now let log that in to the ships data banks, and then i think I'll pull up the Aurora's spics and see what type of offencive and defencive capability we have. \n Computer Use (1d20+12=19) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((For those who don't recognize the model number (I'm sure you all do), it is the same freighter type as the Milennium Falcon, but not nearly as customized. It has a basic shield system and a laser turret along with the forward guns))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((( the foward gun is that the small drop down autoblaster,. like on the falcon. So looking at stats in the book we add a 30 point shield genarater and and an extra lasser, and standerd x2 hyperdrive right.)))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Seems about right, yes))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "The Aurora Sprite rose on a cushion of air as her repulsorlifts lifted her gently from the hangar floor and her landing struts retracted into the hull. She then spun slowly on her y-axis to bring her nose to bear on the endless starfield beyond the hangar's magnetic field and drifted out into space. A moment's pause and sublight engines flared to life, propelling the Aurora Sprite up and away. Tien snapped her into a barrel roll as she soared away just to show off a little.\n\n((OOC: To Coruscant!! ...Right?))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Hehe, no. You'sa is headin for Dantooine (it's close by, too))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo will maintain on eye on the engine displays. Being that this was the first time on board THIS ship, he wanted to familiarize himself with any idiosynchrosies the engines had."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "[tt]Aurora Sprite\nCraft: Modified Corellian Engineering Corporation YT-1300\nClass: Space Transport\nCrew: 1-2 (Skilled +4)\nSize: Small (26.7m long)\nInitiative: +5 (+1 size, +4 crew)\nHyperdrive: x2 (backup x12)\nManeuvers: +5 (+1 size ,+0 Man/eng.,+4 crew)\nPassengers: 6\nDefense: 21 (+1 size,+10 armour)\nCargo Capacity: 100 metric ton\nShield Points: 30 (DR20)\nConsumables: 2 Months\nHull Points: 120 (DR20)\nCost: 122,0000 creits (new), 30,500(used)\nMaximum Speed: Attack (8 squares/action)\nAtmospheric Speed: 800 km/h (13 squares/action)\n\nWeapon: Laser cannon (1); Fire Arc: Turret; Attack Bonus: +7 (+4 fire control,+1 size,+2 gunner); Damage: 4d10x2; Range: Short\n\nWeapon: Blaster cannons (retractable); Fire Arc: Turret; Attack Bonus: +17 (+1 size, +2 crew, +8 fire control); Damage: 4d8; Range: Short; Range Increment: 40 Meters[/tt]\n[hr]\n\nAs Bendak review the ship specs he say, well she looks like a good ship, there's a few thing where going to need to change at some point, first we going to need parts to upgrade the engines to up air speed from 800 km/h to some thing more respectable. next should ether be the Hyperdrive or the weapons systems, because one ship to ship laser canon and a ground based blaster canon not going to be enough to defend ourselves from the empire. So what do you guys think. "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" The stock sublights don't have any punch. If possible I'd like to throw them out and completely replace them. \" Tien said, leaning over a bit to glance at the screen in front of his copilot. \" It'll be a few more moments before I get the coordinates from the navicomputer. You guys ever been to Dantooine before? \""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " No, I've never been to Dantooine before. says Bendak"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "\"Me either,\" Kadlo replies. He begins to look over the ship's displays and notes a few things. \"I agree we should upgrade the armament, but from my viewpoint, we should tend to the hyperdrive first. There is always bigger than you out there, and no amount of heavy weapons will get us out of every situation, so it is better to trust on the \"escape\" as it were. But at least we have shields.\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Well i agree that the hyperdrive well need to be updated but i still say that the Ion drive and the weapon system should be first priority, says Bendak, yes, at least we do have shields, witch we should probably also upgrade too. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((As I may have said before, I'm all about character interaction/development, so if you want to continue with this conversation for a bit be my guest. If you don't really have anything else to say, I'll just move this along))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((well i say move on because i starting to run low on things to say))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "((We'd probably just decide to fix/upgrade things if and when we can. I say on to Dantooine!))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Very well))\n\nSoon enough, the planet of Dantooine comes into view. As you begin your descent into the atmosphere....\n\n((Pilot check))\n\n :P"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "Tien brought the Aurora Sprite into an easy, controlled descent, almost floating the stock freighter into Dantooine's atmosphere. His hands were light and practiced on the controls, a smile on his Sullustan face, happy to be flying again.\n\n(( Pilot (1d20+18=37) and I think a +5 from the ship's Maneuver score would make it 42 if we're including that.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Well hot DAMN son, 18 mod? Very cool. In any case))\n\nAs you descend, the ship rocks slightly. A little further along and the ship lurches violently and anyone not strapped into their seats will roll a reflex save or tumble from their seats. Ahead, far in the distance, you can see the ruins you were heading towards.\n\n((System check anyone?))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "((To be honest, I said Kadlo took one of the back seats, but didn't mention anything about strapping in. http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=657528 . Serves me right. Won't do that again.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((You be the ship technician, yeah? So pick yourself up off of the floor and run some diagnostics :P))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "((I'm the engineer, not the safety coordinator ::) ))\n\nKadlo picks himself up off the floor and straps himself back into his seat before sheepishly looking at the other two. Once strapped in, he runs a full set of diagnostics on the ship to maked sure there is no damage.\n\nRepair Skill Roll http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=657698 "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak is jolted but manages to stay in his seat, hearing Kadlo tumble Bendak looks back and asks, You, OK back there?. Bendak then begins a computer diagnostics.\n\n\n\n\n REFLEX: 1d20+4=15 \n Computer Use: (1d20+12=24) "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "\"Aye, I'm all-right,\" Kadlo replies. \"Nothing hurt but my pride.\""
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "\" Huh. \" Tien says almost matter of factly as he tries to keep the ship steady. \" That was not supposed to happen. Is there a malfunction? \""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Hmm I forgot to mention something. Right after the explosion, Tien finds it extremely difficult to keep control of the ship, and the ship isn't flying along so much right now as slowly drifting towards a forest))\n\nDiagnostics show that somehow, something in the engine blew. You barely have enough energy to stay afloat, hence this sort of drift to the planets surface."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "\"Well, here's where I earn my pay.\" Kaldo unbuckles himself and runs to the engine compartment access. He will quickly look over the displays and try to figure out what went wrong, and if possible, fix it from within the ship. If not, he will try to jury-rig something to keep the engines powered up.\n\nRepair Skill Check: 1d20+15=32 "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "While Kadlo try to see if he can fix the problems, Bendak attempts to reroute power from damaged and non-essential systems, using the Co-pilots console.\n\n\n\n Computer Use: (1d20+12=29) \n\n(((OOC: oh and Cyrus112 check out the recruiting thread we've got another fish biting))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Will do, thanks for the heads up. I don't look at the ooc threads as often as I should))\n\nKadlo, the little reports you are getting (and from what you can tell by looking) there was some sort of explosion, but you can't pinpoint the source.\n\nBetween Kadlo and Bendak (and Tien's superb flying job), you can manage to rig something to get the ship safely down, but not to the location that is needed. You will end up somewhere in the forest that you can see out the front of the ship."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "\" I hate trees...forests...vegetation...Give me durasteel and ferrocrete any day. \" Tien growled as he fought with the controls, using his prodigious piloting skill to end the bumpy ride without crashing. He found a clearing of suitable size and, sparing a glance to see how far they were from their planned destination, set the light freighter down with minimal jolting and shaking. He quickly closed down the main drives and set to secondary power, trying to keep any damage that might be there to a minimum by not compounding things.\n\n\" KADLO!!! Talk to me! Why doesn't my ship work?! \""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " That was some great flying back there, but right now i sagest we go see if we can lend a hand in getting the ship repaired. Bendak then stands up and head to the engine compartment to lend a hand."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by ChronicLunacy \n \" KADLO!!! Talk to me! Why doesn't my ship work?! \" \n \n\nShaking his head, Kadlo says, \"I don't know. There was an explosion somewhere in the main engines. I'll have to run a full spectrum of diagnostics to find out what exactly happened and where. I may even have to go topside and see if I can get a good look at things. My best guess right now is she's grounded for the time being.\""
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "\" Sithspawn!! \" Tien said, unstrapping himself from his seat and heading towards the main hatch down the hall. \" I'm going to take a look outside and see if there's any visible damage! \" he called back as he slapped the hatch control and the ramp descended.\n\nCursing and mumbling, Tien flipped off the safety on his heavy blaster pistol with his thumb and pulled it from the holster on his thigh. Then, keeping it pointed at the ground, he made his way around the back of the Sprite towards the engine cluster."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Interestingly enough, there doesn't seem to be any outer damage; it was all internal. Once the ship is down, then engines cool, and you'll need replacement parts to get them working again.\n\nKadlo, upon further examination, you can find bits of casing, and a sort of scorch radius near some of the parts that run the engines. It would seem that someone set some timed explosives in the engine room."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "Raising his comlink to his lips, Tien reports the situation outside as he walks underneath the ship, running his hands along the outer hull. \" Doesn't seem to be anything wrong out here, you two. Anything to report on your end? \""
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo will pull some of the pieces of casing out and examine them. He will then look over the scorch patterns. Does he know what type of explosive did this?\n\nDemolitions Skill Check: 1d20+7=20 "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "mean while Bendak is at the primary computer interface in engineering searching for traps left in the computer. Bendak thinks to himself, This most be the work of the imperial spy they warned use about in the briefing, i wounder did they warn the new members of are expedition about the spy, should i tell them? \n Computer Use: (1d20+12=27) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "There seems to be nothing beyond the explosive used. With what is left over, Kadlo, you can't make out what explosive was used, although you can tell that it was of at least moderate strength."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak yells to Tien, I just finished looking over the computers for any traps, and there clear ."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Bumped))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo will search the remainder of the engine compartments to see if there are any other explosive devices.\n\n Search: 1d20 + 9 = 26 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "That was the only one.\n\n((So...watcha all doin? ;D))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "After Finishing the check of the computer Bendak heads to one of the cabin where he left his gear, after retrieving his blaster Rifle and his helmet he heads outside.\n\n\n\n(((OOC: hey Cyrus112 i went on to Wizards.com yesterday and found that they updated the Revised Core Rulebook Errata for '06 and one of the changes was the stock YT-1300 speed was reduced from (Attack (8 squares/action)) to (Cruising (4 squares/action)) should i make the change to the stats i posted for the Aurora Sprite. )))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "Bendak finds Tien still looking around the outer hull for damage, pock marks, scratches, dirt particles... He turns towards the large soldier and raises a brow at him. \" Don't you guys have comlinks? I was about to come in there. \" he griped.\n\n\" Did Mr. Fixit find out what's wrong with the ship? \""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Yep, a moderate size explosive planted in the sub-light Drive, so were not going to be going any place soon. at least not in tell we find some part to repair the ship ., Says Bendak"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((No, keep it at what it's at))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "(((OOC: OK)))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((You expressed no dis interest before, so I went ahead and had that interested party make a character. So I don't know how he'll be joining us, but his character is made.))\n\nIf anyone is in the ship, the buzz of the comm station goes off.\n\n((I'm not sure if the comm station is linked to the stuff that blew, and if it technically is, too bad, I'm going to magic this one ;) ))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo walks out, wiping his hands on a spare old rag. \"Sorry. Didn't want to give you any half-filled reports. I prefer to have all my facts together before I make any statements. As Bendak has said, someone planted an explosive device in the sub-light engine compartment. I couldn't tell what they used but a search of the compartment revealed no further devices. We won't going anywhere for some time, I'm afraid.\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Standing near the ramp Bendak hear what sounds like the comm panel beeping, Hey guys i think some one is trying to contact us, say, Bendak. He then goes up the ramp and head to the comm panel once there he hits the button and say, Bendak Jast of Aurora Sprite here, were receiving go ahead "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "As Bendak retreats up the ramp he can hear Tien's shrill exclamation start off loud and fade away slightly as he heads to the cockpit. \" EXPLOSIVES!! On my ship!! Sith-spitting sons of granite slugs think they can get away with trying ... \"\n\nKadlo isn't so lucky. Tien continues into a flurry of possibly the foulest string of expletives he's ever heard while stomping into the forest, intent on taking out his frustration on the trees."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "\" Ummm... \" Kadlo puts up his hand to stop Tien but quickly realizes the futility of it and lets the Sullustan storm away. Kadlo could never undestand the pilots' mentality when it came to starships. They all consider the vessel they piloted to be theirs and always treated it as a reverential item. Which was completely wrong, at least as Kadlo saw it. After all, it was the engineer that kept the ships flying. Without engines, pilots wouldn't have anything to fly. And as for the endearment they felt towards a ship. . . well, it was only a material item; if its broke, ya fix it.\n\nWith that thought in mind, Kadlo went back inside to the engine compartment to compile a list of the items affected by the explosion; prioritizing by what HAD to be replaced and what could be jury-rigged to keep working. He then created another list of all the items that were damaged by the blast and would eventually need to be replaced with newer parts."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Hmm, I'm not too knowledgeable on the inner workings of the freighter, so if you could come up with a list (ordering it from most to least expensive or vice versa) I can pick out what is affected. We're just waiting on the new guy, cuz he's gonna be the one on the other end of the comm station))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "(((Oh ybn1197 just to clear it up, Bendak is a Human Mandalorian Soldier that's also a part of the Jedi Order: Tien is a Sullustan and are resident pilot.)))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Graybacca \n Standing near the ramp Bendak hear what sounds like the comm panel beeping, Hey guys i think some one is trying to contact us, say, Bendak. He then goes up the ramp and head to the comm panel once there he hits the button and say, Bendak Jast of Aurora Sprite here, were receiving go ahead \n \n\nDespite occasional bursts of static a voice comes through in response (along with a face if the ship's comm has video or holo capability). \"Garik Hannser calling. I'm approaching your position on foot from the north, don't shoot me.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I'm going to allow a bit of character interaction here, so have fun. I'll be keeping track and intervene at the appropriate time, but by all means, interact))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak still wearing his helmet with its T-shaped visor He reach up and and hits a button on the side to activate his comlink and say, Bendak to Tien, Tien we have company approaching from the north and he has requested that we don't shot him, after clicking off his comlink, Bendak says to the comm unit, OK it should be safe to approach Garik ."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n \"Acknowledged. Hansser out.\" \nAbout ten minutes later a stocky human in camouflaged fatigues approaches the landed freighter. He is wearing a many-pocketed vest made from the hide of some reptilian creature, stun gauntlets on his hands, a complex set of macrobinocular goggles on his head, and is holding a blaster carbine."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "\" I'll think about it. Tien out. \" the still-enraged Sullustan grumbles through the comlink in response to Bendak. The pilot is the first to see Garik as well, having been outside kicking trees in frustration. As the human approaches, Tien crosses his arms over his chest and gives Garik a look over before waving for him to come on. With that, he heads back towards the ship, temper tantrum abated."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "After signing off with Garik, Bendak Stands and heads for the ramp, Just before he descends the ramp he unhooks his lightsaber as a percussion. Descending the ramp in his Gray and Black speckle Camouflaged Mandalorian armor with a lightsaber in his Right hand and his blaster rifle slung on his left side were it is easily accessed, Bendak catches site of Garik and says, Su cuy'gar Garik, So who sent you. \n\n\n\n(((Mandalorian translation: Su cuy'gar - Hello - lit. \"\"You're still alive.\"\")))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n \"Greetings friend. I suppose you could say Admiral Niel sent me ... I've been working for him and the spooks in Naval Intelligence. I was fully expecting to be extracted from my previous assignment on this ball of dirt, but I was told just this morning that there would be another team coming in and that if I assisted you with your mission I could catch a ride out with you instead. Brass was less than specific about what this job entailed, however ... just what is it that brings you boys out here?\" "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "\" Sorry to disappoint, but catching a ride out of here with us is going to be slightly difficult...what with the bomb and all. \" Tien quipped, stopping as Garik and Bendak seemed to square off. \" My dizzying wit tells me that you two know each other. That going to be a problem? \" he added, looking back and forth between the two large humans."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Cyrus112 \n ((Hmm, I'm not too knowledgeable on the inner workings of the freighter, so if you could come up with a list (ordering it from most to least expensive or vice versa) I can pick out what is affected. We're just waiting on the new guy, cuz he's gonna be the one on the other end of the comm station)) \n \n\n((I'm not sure on that myself. I have some stuff at home I can check over the weekend so I will get back to you on that.))\n\n \n Originally Posted by Graybacca \n (((Oh ybn1197 just to clear it up, Bendak is a Human Mandalorian Soldier that's also a part of the Jedi Order: Tien is a Sullustan and are resident pilot.))) \n \n\n((Edited. I must have glanced at the wrong post when I was double-checking the spelling. So much for double-checking.))\n\nKadlo, oblivious to the conversion of the two humans and Tien, walks down the ramp with a datapad in hand, shaking his head ever so slightly and tsk'ing to himself. \"It doesn't look good,\" he says to no one in general, but almost ironic in its timing so close to Tien's statement."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Go ahead and continue for now. Also, just an early FYI (I'll be posting other FYI's from now til November 19th), November 19th I will be incommunicado, awol, mia, however you want to say it. That is the release of the new Nintendo system, the Wii (pronounced we), and I will be busy with it (and the new Zelda) all day long. Just a heads up :P))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by ChronicLunacy \n \" Sorry to disappoint, but catching a ride out of here with us is going to be slightly difficult...what with the bomb and all. \" Tien quipped, stopping as Garik and Bendak seemed to square off. \" My dizzying wit tells me that you two know each other. That going to be a problem? \" he added, looking back and forth between the two large humans. \n \n\nGarik looks at Bendak then back at Tien. \"Well it's hard to say with that Mandalorian armor, but I don't recall meeting him before 10 minutes ago (I could be wrong about that)....\nAs for the ride out of here ... what is this about a bomb??\" "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "((OOC: Ah! Sorry. The way Bendak said, \"You're still alive.\" was meant to refer to Tien's temperament at the time and not because they knew each other previously. My mistake.))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak looks at Tien's and smiles at there Private little joke, though the other cant see the jester through his helmet and for the fact Bendak hasn't moved an inch, finally Bendak says, No we have never met before, and there was a bomb planted in are sub-light drive. "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n \"Someone sabotaged your ion drives eh? I'm a pretty fair hand with a hydrospanner and I know a thing or two about bombs. Suppose we go take a look at the damage while you tell me what you are up to that has saboteurs trying to keep you out of the sky? "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Kadlo are mechanic has gone over the drive and there's nothing that can be done until we find some replacement parts, as to are mission its an item recovery for the Jedi Order, Says Bendak"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Anyone in the area, you can hear the comm station beeping again."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Standing on the end of the ramp Bendak hear the comm going off again to the others he says, the comm is going off again, I'll be right back . Bendak ascends the ramp and heads back to cockpit on his way he hangs his lightsaber back on his belt, once in the cockpit he sits at the comm station and hits the button and says again, This is Bendak Jast of Aurora Sprite here, were receiving you, go ahead "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"This is Lieutenant Solo on the Dauntless. What is your status?\""
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "\" Does ' in pieces ' count as a status? \" Tien grumbled as he huffed into the cockpit after Bendak, sitting himself down in the pilots seat and crossing his arms over his chest. \" We should get to those ruins, already, Bendak. There might be parts to repair the ship with lying around somewhere. \""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " As are pilot Tien says we had some problems, are sub light drive is totally disabled but were going to continue on with the mission. So be advised communication is going to be sporadic at best . say Bendak."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"And you all survived?!\" exclaims an incredulous, and seeminly awe inspired, Lieutenant Solo says.\n\n\"That is some impressive flying. We have picked up some Remnant activity heading your way. If you don't get a move on soon, your objective may still be there. Get a move on troops. Let us know if/when you have what you went there for. We'll come pick you and your ship up. Not a bad name, either,\" Lieutenant Solo says with a consecending smirk.\n\n\"This is the Dauntless, out.\"\n\nThe comm station goes silent."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nGarik scratches his bearded chin and looks around at Kalo, Bendak, and Tien. \"I forgot to mention those Imperial boys. That was my job here incidentally ... to scout out their operation. I'm still not sure just what they are doing here on Dantooine, but whatever it is they decided to bring an awful lot of firepower. We should probably be away from here before they show up.\" "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "After Lieutenant Solo signs off Bendak mutters, you Know I'm really starting to regret not shooting that Mir'osik. Looking over to Garik nods, your right we should move out, so i sagest we grab are gear and any thing else we can use. \n\n\n\n(((Mir'osik - something undesirable where your brains ought to be, i.e. Poo doo for brains\")))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo walks into the cockpit, barely catching the later part of the conversation. He slips the datapad containing the needed parts into one of the pockets in his cargo pants.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Graybacca \n After Lieutenant Solo signs off Bendak mutters, you Know I'm really starting to regret not shooting that Mir'osik. Looking over to Garik nods, your right we should move out, so i sagest we grab are gear and any thing else we can use. \n \n\nKadlo nods his head and understanding and heads back to the lounge area and retrieves his gear."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Everyone who crashed, intelligence check to remember which direction to go :P))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Int Check (1d20+3=8) \n\nInvisible Castle hates me."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Intelligence: (1d20+3=13) "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Intelligence: 1d20+5=25 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Ok, good. I just wanted to see a check 10 or over, heh)).\n\nYou quickly figure out what directions you should be traveling. Will you start on the two hour trek to the ruins, or are there things you all need to do first?"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Lock the doors and remember where we parked. ;D"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak goes to his cabin and retrieve the last of his gear and a backpack with a folded duffel bag in it, Bendak stop in the ship kitchen and puts 4 day ration and water for 4 in the backpack and a roll of duck-tape, he then heads out side to wait for the others once there ready Bendak heads for there destination"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "Tien does the same, hurrying back into the ship for a moment to secure the rest of his belongings, plus a few field rations and the like in the possibility that this would take more than a few hours. He frowned when he realized that might mean sleeping outside with the...trees...those hateful...wooden...trees...\n\nWhy couldn't they get sabotaged and downed on Corellia?\n\nComing back to join the others, he tightened the straps on his backpack to settle it more comfortably on his shoulders and glared hatefully at the wilderness. \" So, do you think they'll have ancient fresher stations in the ruins? \" he asked no one in particular, his voice hopeful."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo secures his gear and triple checks everything out of his compulsive behavior. He then gathers 4 days of rations and water like the others, triple checking that there are no leaks or tears. Once complete, he again makes sure his datapad is secure in the pocket of his cargo pants. Content that everything is as it should be, he walks down the ramp of the transport and out to meet with the others."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You begin making your way toward the ruins with little incident. Animals are chirping, wind is blowing, the sun is shining.\n\nAfter awhile, you notice that the sounds of life around you have become eerily silent...\n\n((Listen & Spot checks people))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nGarik will take point as the party winds its way towards the ruins.\n\nListen = 21 \nSpot = 3 (10m range increment instead of 4, due to macrobinoculars)\n\nIf he sees or hears any enemies he will hand-signal to the others to take cover and do so himself.\n(Hide= 7 )\n\n((OOC: If there are any spare rations on the ship Garik will take some as well))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n Listen: 1d20+1=17 \n Spot: 1d20+5=13 "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "Tien continued to gripe and moan as they made their way along, having trouble picking his way over fallen logs and such because of his shorter stature and raising his hand up to shield his face when the sun shone through the tree canopy.\n\nHe wasn't completely out of touch with his surroundings, however. In fact, when the insufferable racket around him fell quiet it seemed like he was the first to notice.\n\n Listen, Spot (1d20+6=12, 1d20+6=25) "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Spot: (1d20+5=9) \n Listen: (1d20+5=15) \n\n\n(((OOC: just so you know I'm having computer troubles, I'm going to take it to the repair shop so i may be with out a computer for a few days.)))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((And so it was, Graybacca was NPC'ed for a few days...possibly :P))\n\nOk, so the whole group hears movement in the trees around you, although you can't tell which tree it is coming from.\n\nTien notices a flash of movement off to his right."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "Tien calls the group to a halt with a sharp, but short whistle. Holding one fist up in the air to forestall any questions, he unclips his blaster from its leather holster and draws it. If anyone looks over, all he will do is nod towards his right where he was pretty sure he'd seen something and bring his blaster up to level, sighting down the barrel at it.\n\n This better not be an animal. he thought to himself. I hate animals...almost as much as trees...\n\n\n...damn trees... "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "At Tien's whistle Bendak turns to find out what going on but when he sees Tien Draw his blaster pistol, Bendak also draws his blaster pistol, out of habit and points it in the same general direction that Tien is pointing at.\n\n\n(((we'll its going to take a few days for me to get the money i need to get this computer fixed, but if i don't respond in the meantime just NPC Me.))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo draws his pistol as well, but is more intent at watching the other surrounding area. The other two obviously had the source of the sound covered, but there was a possibility that they were being surrounded and only one of their assailants had made a mistake in being discovered. Kadlo hoped this wasn't the case, but one can never be too sure when lives are on line."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik \n\nGarik readies his blaster carbine and scans the area more closely with his macrobinoculars.\n\n((move action to take another spot check. Spot= 17 ))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Garik spots some slight movement in the same tree that Tien pointed at. You see no other movement besides that."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak tiring of waiting decides to yell out and say, Come out of there who ever you are or I'll throw a grenade in there. \n Bluff: (1d20+0=19) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Hey hey, time for initiative everyone"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " INITIATIVE: (1d20+6=7) \n\n(((Will that has to be my worst Roll ever)))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " INITIATIZE!!! (1d20+4=11) \n\n(( :: Shakes fist at Invisible Castle :: ))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Just waitin on Felistor and YBN"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Initiative (1d20+2=21) "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nInitiative (1d20+4) = 24 \n\n((OOC: How many meters from my position was the movement?))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "It is about eleven meters away from you. Felistor, go ahead with your action."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nCrouching low, Garik takes 1 step forward (2m) and fires three quick stun blasts at the shape he saw moving in the tree with his Firelance (Using Rapid Shot but not multifire).\n\nAttack 1 (1d20+11) = 15 \nAttack 2 (1d20+11) = 14 \nAttack 3 (1d20+6) = 13 \n\n((OOC: Although a normal blaster can only fire stun at 4m, the Firelance can fire stun blasts 10m. I'll let the GM roll miss chance for concealment since I don't know whether the movement at this point has partial or total concealment. If any hit a living target, it must make a fortitude save at a DC of 22 (Unconscious if <17, Knocked Out if <22, Stunned if <27 as per latest erratta)))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Oh, well that's fun.))\n\nA big, furry thing falls out of the trees from one of the stun blasts fired off by Garik. It appears to be unconscious.\n\n((Think that one animal from Episode 2, the tiger like one if you look at it closer. It's called a Nexu))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "Tien covered his nose and pointed his blaster at the thing on the ground. It was a quadrapedal, furred animal of some kind with a wide maw filled with wickedly pointed teeth...\n\n\"It smells like a wet nerf...\" he croaked through his hand. \"I hope that's the only one.\"\n\nHe looked up into the trees, then around behind him as he spoke, imagining every shadow as another one of those things...hungry for Sullustan meat. He frowned. He hated being the littlest member of a group...the predators always went after the little guy first.\n\n Sithspit...I hate animals... "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nAssuming no more Nexu attack, Garik will run up to the fallen beast prepare to coup-de-grace it with his vibrobayonet.\n\nDamage (2d4+6) = 10 \n \"Don't worry little one ... predators this size don't typically hunt in packs\" he says, smiling at Tien."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo nodded in agreement with Tien. While animals liked small prey, they also enjoyed the taste of green things. And though his clothes covered most of his body, they left his head exposed and he worried most about losing that.\n\nKadlo continues to keep an eye on the trees. Though Garik's words made sense and he wanted to believe them, it was never a mistake in being too cautious.\n\n((OCC: I am leaving for vacation Friday morning and heading to Punta Cana in the Dominican Republic. As such I will not on the boards from 5:00 EST Thursday till Saturday the 11th. NPC my character as you see fit.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Coup de grace works fine, and the animal doesn't get up. Nor are there more Nexu. You continue on the trek, and the woods you are in open up and in front of you are the ruins that were your destination. Above you is the roar of jet engines and a shuttle passes over and lands on the opposite side of the ruins, much in the way the Remnant shuttle did on Coruscant..."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak looks up at the sound of the shuttle passing over head and says, well here we go again. "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nGarik turns to Bendak. \"Your call ... do we try to hurry and get the object before them, or set an ambush and eliminate the opposition?\" "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "\" I've got a better idea... We avoid them entirely, get what we need, and leave before they even know we're here! Geez...what is it with humans and killing? \" the Sullustan said, thumbing back towards the woods and the creature Garik had killed to emphasize his point. \" We're most lkely outnumbered and outgunned. Why don't we try playing it smart instead of running in all guns blazing? \" he frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Answering Garik Bendak say, We hurry, the artifacts are more important. "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "\"I must agree with Tien,\" Kadlo says. \"There are only four of us. And besides Bendak, none of us have heavy armor. Our opposition must likely will. Stealth is our best chance at obtaining the artifact.\""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The ruins are large and constructed as such that you can't see the far side of them to where the ship landed, nor can you hear anything out of the ordinary. Some birds caw from the hollowed out shells of buildings and rodents scurry along the alleys, but it seems deserted for the most part. Near the center, there seems to be a building larger than those around it, although you can't make out it's shape from your current location."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Come time is growing short and we must recover the artifact at all costs . says Bendak. Bendak turns and start walking into the ruins heading for the large building in the center."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You get to the large structure at the middle of the ruins, and it is shaped like a pyramid, just like the last one. It looks almost indentical. There is no one to be seen as you make your way towards it."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak approach the pyramid entrance and enter once in side he looks around to see if the layout of the floor is the same as the Coruscant pyramid.\n\n(((OOC: should i roll an intelligence check to see if the pyramid laid out the same.)))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "Tien follows close behind Bendak, hand on his blaster. For now, the weapon resides safely in its holster, but ready for a draw from the thigh with a moment's notice. He keeps dutiful watch for anything shiny and/or valuable.\n\n((OOC: Good, meatshield. 😉 ))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Woah, there, back up folks))\n\nYou climb the stairs to where the entrance to be, only to see a blank wall flanked by two mean looking statues of hunched bipedal creatures wearing long cloaks with the hood pulled up. The details of the faces have been worn away over time."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser\n Garik takes the rear-guard position, scanning the treeline for enemy activity.\nWhispering to the others he asks, \"Is there an entrance on the other side of this structure?\" "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " There could be but we won't know until we walk around the base, but there also a good chance that the entrance is right here hidden. say Bendak. Bendak then proceeds to Search the wall.\n\n Search: (1d20+7=19) \n Spot: (1d20+5=10) "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser Garik readies an action to shoot the first Imperial he sees and continues to stand guard."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You find a only slightly raised block in the wall in front of you, where the entrance was to the last temple."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "finding the raised block Bendak atemps to first pull the block free and then trys to puss the block in.\n\n Strength: (1d20+2=21) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You can't really get a grip on it to pull it out, but it pushes in quite easily.\n\n((Anyone standing on the top platform, reflex saves please :P ))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Reflex Save (1d20+9=22) "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Reflex save (1d20+6) = 14 "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " REFLEX: (1d20+4=24) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Waitin on YBN))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Is YBN still around?))\n\n((Also, just a friendly reminder. Next Saturday is the midnight launch of the Nintendo Wii, and the new Zelda *drools...among other things* I will be incommunicado from midnight Saturday and all through Sunday. I will return to my posting sometime Monday, assuming the new Zelda doesn't steal my soul, hehe))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "(don't know last time he was on the boards was the 2nd)"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "OCC: Just a quick reminder for those wondering where I've been, this was post #406 on the 1st.\n\n \n Originally Posted by ybn1197 \n ((OCC: I am leaving for vacation Friday morning and heading to Punta Cana in the Dominican Republic. As such I will not on the boards from 5:00 EST Thursday till Saturday the 11th. NPC my character as you see fit.)) \n \n\nBut I'm back now, thoroughly burned externally from the sun, internally from the alcohol and financially from the casino. :-)\nNow back to the game.\n\n==================\nKadlo:\n Reflex Save: 1d20+2=14 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I do remember that now. Hope ya recover quickly, hehe))\n\nYou push the block in, and the floor under everyone's feet opens up. Only Bendak finds some sort of footing ((clinging to one of the evil looking statues)). Everyone else plummets into darkness.\n\nThose who fell, you hit a sort of slide, so it's not a straight drop. You all hit the bottom roughly and are still surrounded by darkness.\n\n((Bendak, another reflex save please, hehe))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "clawing at his hand holed Bendak tries to pull himself up from the hole.\n(Heres your reflex save and a Strength check)\n REFLEX: (1d20+4=15) \n Strength: (1d20+2=16) "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik Hannser\n\nGarik activates the low-light vision function on his heads-up macrobinoculars and looks around.\n Spot=15 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Sorry Bendak, hehe))\n\nYour grip on the old statues are tenuous at best. While you manage to keep a hold, some of the flooring breaks away, and you can't keep quite a strong enough hold to stay up. You follow your comrades into the darkness below.\n\nAt the bottom, you exit the slide and land on top of Kadlo ((random roll of the dice)).\n\nGarik, the room seems enclosed. There is a rather large, heavy, thick looking door at the far end, and there are six levers, three on each side of the room."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Ow. \"\n\nTien was in a heap at the bottom of the ramp with everyone else, his blaster having clattered across the floor several paces from him upon landing. With a grunt, he heaved himself to his feet, brushed himself off, and went to retrieve it. It was then he noticed the door and all the levers, to which he exclaimed, \" Hey, I wonder what these do? \" \n \n...Then he randomly pulled one.\n\n((OOC: 😦 ))\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Sigh, which one? Cuz it matters, heh))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "((OOC: Just roll a d6. He's being completely random.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "OK, Tien pulls the farthest back lever on the right. It goes down and then goes back up. You can all hear gears grinding. Flames begin to light along the top of the wall. Along the right, blue lights. Along the left, red lights. A little circular cover next to the lever you pulled begins to open, and Tien can hear the sound of buzzing coming from behind it."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo stumbles out from the pile of limbs he unexpectedly found himself under and proceeds to gather up his blaster, having been knocked from his hand in the fall. As the flames flash up around him, he finds himself in awe of the engineering work it took to create the effects they now find occurring around them."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Getting up from the floor as the flames flash up lighting the room, as he looks around you hear a soft whistle come from beneath Bendaks helmet. Bendak says, Impressive, but remind me not to do that again. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The buzzing sound from the hole in the wall is becoming louder. And the red and blue flames cast an eerie light around the room.\n\n((Spot checks))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Spot: (1d20+5=18) "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser\n\n \"Sweet mother of the Force!\" Garik shouts, looking around. \"What did you do?\" \n(( Spot = 21)) "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" You know...\" Tien said, scratching his chin in thought, \" In hindsight, that may not have been the smartest thing to do at this point in time .\" He waxed philosophical by studying the lights on one side of the wall. Unfortunately, he didn't really pay attention to the bigger picture. \n Spot (1d20+6=11) "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n Spot (1d20+5=19) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You all notice that there are also lights above the flames. These lights shine at different brightnesses over all six levers. It's at about this time that some....bug like things....come out of the grate next to the lever that was pulled.\n\n((Initiatives))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Initiative: (1d20+6=19) "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik\n Initiative: 1d20+4=16 \n\n((what is the range to the bugs, how many are there, and what cover is available?))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Initiative (1d20+4=13) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Gotta gimme a tad bit of time to try and find the bugs. I lost the page...gar. May have to ask my friend.))\n\nThere isn't much in the way of cover. There are four pillars in the room, but the bugs fly (hence the buzzing).\n\nThe person next to the lever is adjacent to the first emerging bugs, the rest of your are about 4 meters away."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n Initiative: 1d20+2=3 \n [OCC]Methinks Kadlo must have been too busy looking at the engineering.[/OCC] "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Seeing the bug emerge next to Tien, Bendak Shouts, Tien witch out! At the same time Bendak Draws and ignites his Lightsaber, And advanse to the center of the room. if any bug come near him he swings the saber at them.\n\n MELEE ATTACK: (1d20+7=17) \n DAMAGE: (2d8+2=7) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((HA, found em))\n\nYou miss with the lightsaber. There are now three bugs out in the open, and from the buzzing sound you can tell a few are still in the hole.\n\nThe first attacks Kadlo.\n\n(Attack - 12 + 5 = 17)\n(Damage - 6 + 2 = 8)\n(If struck, strength check please)\n\nThe second attacks Bendak.\n\n(Attack - 17 + 5 = 22)\n(Damage - 4 + 2 = 6)\n(If you've been struck, strength check)\n\nThe third attacks Tien.\n\n(Attack - 9 + 5 = 14)\n(Damage - 5 + 2 = 7)\n(If struck, fortitude save)\n\n((Now you all go. There are three in the air, and now a fourth is emerging from the hole in the wall))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n Kadlo grunts as the bug hits him, sapping some of his strength. \n Strength Check: 1d20+1=4 \n Weary, Kadlo draws his blaster pistol and tries to take aim at his attacker. \n Blaster: 1d20+6=12 \n (OCC:) If Bendak missed with a 17, I doubt I hit with a 12. "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nDropping to a crouch, Garik shifts the selector on his carbine to multifire and opens up on the incoming insects.\n\nAttack 1 = 17 , Damage = 12 \nAttack 2 = 24 , Damage = 15 \nAttack 3 = 25 , Damage = 15 \nAttack 4 = 24 (natural 20) , Damage = 16 \n(Critical confirmation roll for attack 4 = 8 )"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nTien looked up just in time to see a bug come buzzing in at him. Yelping, he managed to tuck his shoulder and roll under the insect's dive, coming up with blaster in hand. He sighted along the barrel and squeezed off a quick shot...melting the grate where the bugs were emerging from so the group wouldn't have to deal with more.\n\n Attack (Precise Attack +1) (1d20+9=18) \n Damage (3d8=14) "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Grunting from the impact Bandak starts swing wildly at the bugs\n\n Strength: (1d20+2=19) \n MELEE ATTACK: (1d20+7=16) \n MELEE ATTACK: (1d20+7=15) \n DAMAGE: (2d8+2=16) \n DAMAGE: (2d8+2=7) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Whether your attack hit or didn't is a moot point, Kadlo, as you have now been knocked onto the ground, from the force of the impact from the bug. Garik's first shot misses, but the other three hit the three bugs. They all fall to the floor, dead.\n\n((If you were hit, Bendak, I need a strength check)).\n\nThe bolt hits the opening, but it doesn't do much. There is still buzzing coming from it."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "IT was at the top\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Graybacca \n Grunting from the impact Bandak starts swing wildly at the bugs\n\n Strength: (1d20+2=19) \n "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "Tien draws close to the wall, continuing to shoot the top of the grate. By superheating the metal in this manner, he hopes to melt it completely shut. He tries to stick to his work despite the ominous buzzing."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Ah, apparently there has been a misunderstanding. You can retake attack actions if you so wish, Tien, as when the grate slides up, it slides up into a groove in the wall. You can't visibly see the grate once it slides open. And apologies for not noticing the strength check.))\n\nWhile the bug thumps you rather hard, you manage to keep your feet. Two more bugs exit from the hole."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "When its his turn during the second round of combat, Kadlo will fire at the nearest bug with his blaster pistol.\n\n\n 1d20+1=6 "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "((OOC: Ah, well in that case...))\n\n Tien \n\nThe sullustan, frustrated with the ineffectiveness of using his blaster pistol to collapse or melt the gate closed, instead attempts to flip the same lever he had just used to unleash the bugs. Hopefully, reversing the move that freed the horrible, buzzing things would just set them back to where they had started from.\n\nHey, it worked in his mind.\n\n((OOC: Strength check, if needed: 1d20=11 )) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Pulling the lever does nothing. Three more bugs emerge from the hole.\n\nOne attacks Tien, the other two raise into the air, heading towards other party members (they don't get to attack, however).\n\n(Attack - 16 + 5 = 21)\n(If hit, Fort save)"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n Fort Save (1d20+2=8) \n😦"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak swings his saber at the bugs that come at him.\n\n\n MELEE ATTACK: (1d20+7=25) \n MELEE ATTACK: (1d20+7=19) \n DAMAGE: (2d8+2=13) \n DAMAGE: (2d8+2=10) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Tien, the bug hits you and then you feel quite a shock. You are stunned for 3 rounds. The bug drops dead after shocking you. Bendak drops the last two. There is no more buzzing."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \nGarik keeps his carbine raised (ready an action to shoot the next bug to come in). \"Is anyone injured?\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "There are no more bugs. The lights above each grate continue to shine their various brightnesses."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Man down... \" Tien squeaked from the floor. When the bug had hit him he'd suddenly seen stars and the world went black. He had only been stunned for a few seconds, but when he opened his eyes he was staring at the ceiling. \" Help...am I dying? I'm too young and beautiful to die! \" he pouted. \n\nIt was then that he took stock of himself and noticed that aside from a light headache he was completely intact. \" Phew... And the world is spared a great tragedy. I'm fine, you can all stop worrying. \" he said, sitting up and grinning at the others. \" Who wants to flip the next lever?\" \n \" What? ...Why are you all looking at me like that? \" "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo wearily eyes the chamber, making sure that there truly were no more bugs. Satisfied, Kadlo holsters his blaster and picks himself up from his seated position on the ground, swearing to himself to get more practice time in at the shooting range. \"Though I am no entomologist, I suspect if there were more insects in this hive, they would have come after us with the rest. Perhaps the path is clear and we can make our way out of here.\""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The only way out of this room is through a set of very thick, very ancient looking doors at the end of the room. If any attempts are made to open the door, none succeed ((not even trying to cut through it with a lightsaber. The doors are strangely resilient)).\n\n((Int checks for all))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " INT: 1d20+2=21 "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Intelligence: (1d20+3=19) "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Intelligence (1d20+3=8) "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo's Intelligence Check: 1d20+5=21 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Kadlo and Garik both realize that the lights have something to do with the order in which they should be pulled))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "See no other way out Bendak walks over to the leavers and pull the two on the bottom right."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Twitch twitch. The bars are spaced such that you can only pull one at a time, so pick which one, hehe. Also a note, the lever that was first pulled has reset, but the grate remains open))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo sticks his hand out towards Bendak. \"Hold,\" he yells before the man can pull any of the levers. \"There are six levers,\" he says, as much to himself as to anyone else in the room. \"Three are on the left, three are on the right.\" He gestures towards the levers as he recites the facts. \"Lights above the levers. The right is blue, left is red. All are of different brightness. Now, Tien used the lever the furthest on the right, which has reset itself. I'm sure the lights have some signifiance to the order in which the levers are pulled.\" Thinking back, Kadlo tries to remember which lights were bright and which ones were dim after Tien pulled the lever."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Before Bendak could decide witch of the two levers to pull, Kadlo Stops him by telling him his theory stepping back Bendak is quite as to let Kadlo to figure them a way out."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((That saves some unpleasantness, heh))\n\nSo, an official order for the lights. The brightest is the first one on the right. The next brightest is the middle one on the left, followed by the top left. The next is the middle right followed by back left and then back right."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser\n \"Normally I'd say pull the levers in the order of brightest lights to least brightest, but it seems that that is what our little friend started to do, and it only brought bugs. I vote we try starting with the least-brightest next.\nUnless you have any better ideas, that is.\"\n "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\n\" I'm going to burn this whole place to its foundations with the Aurora Sprite's quad-laser when I get out of here... \" the Sullustan mumbled from the corner, still fretting over the little burn mark on his forehead from where the bug had shocked him. \" Stupid jedi bugs...creepy Jedi temples... \" "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo turns to Garik. \"Your reasoning is sound. I think that is our best course of action.\""
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik starts flipping levers in order from dim to bright."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Hey, lookie there. The heavy doors slowly creak open and there are no more bugs coming out of any holes in the walls.\n\nThe doors reveal a staircase, wide enough to walk single file, leading further down."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser\n \nGarik takes point as the party heads down the stairs. He will move cautiously, keeping an eye out for any traps.\n Search: 1d20+2 -> [10,2] = (12) "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Before Bendak follows after Garik down the stairs, he hangs his lightsaber on his belt and draws his DL-44 Blaster pistol and then proceeds."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo follows the others, keeping his blaster in hand."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "At the bottom of a staircase is a landing that everyone can stand on. Another staircase is attached to this landing. It is the same size as the previous one, and also leads down. There are no flames in here, and yet the stairway leading down, and the pathway below both glow. All around you, aside from the staircase, is, seemingly, darkness."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "this time Bendak gos down the staircase first, but before he did so switched his Blaster to his left hand and drew his Lightsaber with his right."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \nGarik follows, carbine held at ready."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nContinue on."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((What the Chronic Lunacy be doin? Followin?))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "((Aye. Assume Tien's following or doing what everyone else is doing unless I say otherwise.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "As the first person begins to descend...\n\n((spot checks for all))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Spot: (1d20+5=25) "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Spot: 1d20+1 -> [12,1] = (13) "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nSpot Check: 1d20+5=18 "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n Spot (1d20+6=24) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "As Bendak goes down the stairs, some lights far overhead turn on and there is some slight illumination. You all notice that, on either side of Bendak, about 20 meters away, are two shadowy figures that basically mimic his movements. As he goes down the stairs, they slowly descend as well.\n\n((If he stops, they stop. If he turns, they turn. While the figures have definite shape, they are basically shadows. You can't make out any details about clothing or their look.))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak see the figures and stops 3 quarters of the way down and turns to to get a beater look at them But can't make out any details, so Bendak ignites the lightsaber hoping that it will provide the elimination need to make out some more details"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The far wall right near where the figures are reflects a small amount of your lightsaber color, but you still can't make out details of the figure. The figures are also, you notice, taking the same pose as you. They don't, however, have lightsabers."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo looks at the shadows of Bendak and will trace them back to where Bendak stands. Do the shadows stretch from him or are they totally seperate images?"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Quickly every one get to bottom of the staircase I've got a bad feeling about this! Bendak Goes down the rest of the way to the bottom and turns to confront the Shadows and say, Who or what every you are show your selves. "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nThe Sullustan activates a glow rod and directs the beam towards the shadow on Bendak's right as he follows the rest of the group down the stairs."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \nGarik follows, keeping his carbine aimed at the shadows.\n(Readying an action to fire the instant one of them makes a hostile move)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The shadows are completely separate, but follow Bendak move for move, minus the talking. They take to overtly hostile action towards him."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "((And Tien's light?))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo will follow Bendak's advice and quickly make his way down the stairs."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The glow rod helps slightly, but the figures that mirror Bendak still don't take any definite characteristics. As Kadlo begins down the stairs, a second set of figures appear, mirroring whatever moves Kadlo might make."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Is Kadlo the second one down the steps behind Bendak or is there someone between the two of us?"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "It is just Kadlo and Bendak on the steps right now."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Really? Where are Garik and Tien then?"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I was under the impression that they were still on the platform on their way down. If they also made their way down the steps, then the same thing happens for each of them.))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "((well we both said we were following Bendak after he said he was moving to the bottom, so I guess that is what is happening))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Hehe, very well))\n\nAll four people are now on the stairwell, shadowy figures mirroring each persons moves on the descent down.\n\n((I imagine you stop at one point as Bendak stopped to sort of test out what the shadowy figures could do))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nThe sullustan pilot begins to dance, much to the embarassment and annoyance of his fellows. He seems to be testing just how good these things can mirror him as he spins and shimmies about on the small landing, grinning all the while."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo will look around on the ground for a loose rock or something similiar. He will then throw it at one of his shadows, both to see if it mimics the motions, and to see the results of being hit by a solid object."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The shadow mirrors you in every way, Tien. You find a loose piece of stone, Kadlo, and it mirrors your movements as you bend down to pick it up. Strangely, it doesn't mirror the throwing of it, though.\n\n((Incidentally, I'll need your AC as well as an attack roll. Also, Tien, as the stairway/landing is a bit small for this many people, balance check 😛 ))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nDefense: 17\nAttack: 1d20+6=18 "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n Balance (1d20+8=27) \n😛"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Tien manages to shake and shimmy very successfully, even given the tight area in which you are all occupying. The rock hits where the figure is, in the hip region. You feel a slight twinge in your hip (1 point of subdual damage) and then the rock seemingly bounces off of some sort of solid barrier and begins to plummet down to the unseen depths below."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\n\" Well, I don't suggest the direct attack method. \""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Just for clairification, by you I meant Kadlo, and only Kadlo. Not the royal you, as in the entire group, hehe. So, onward?))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser\n \"They don't appear to be hostile -- let's keep moving.\" "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Nodding in agreement Bendak Continues on forward."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "After the second platform, there is another stairwell that only is wide enough to walk single file. This leads to a path of the same width. The shadowy figures do nothing but mimic movement as you make your way along. As you walk, another shadowy figure appears that the person in the front of the line can see. It appears to be moving towards you.\n\n((If you keep walking, you come face to face with the shadowy figure, but aside from vague outline, there are no similar characteristics. If you attempt to interact in any way with the figure (touching, things like that), your hand comes up against a smooth surface, and there is a bit of a tingling sensation. There is also a wall to your right, but not to your left.))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "As we have all picked up shadows now, are the shadows on the same side (i.e. all to the leftor right) or are the around us, such as in a way to surround us when we approach the shadow in front of us?"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Whenever there is an opening or open path, there won't be a shadow figure))\n\n\n((Also, I'm in Wisconsin, but I should be able to update regularly. In two weeks, however, I'll be heading to Italy. I'll be there for six days and I won't be able to update at all. Just giving you all a heads up. I'll be fully able to return to the game once I get back from Italy. Just give me a day or so to get over the jet lag, hehe))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "(( Merry Christmas All . And Happy Holidays .))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo will start to walk to the left, more to see the reactions of the shadows then to make forward movement."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak follows Kadlo Left"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The path continues on for a ways, and you see another shadowy form seemingly walking toward you. You realize that there is a wall right there, and once again the shadowy figures seem nothing but a reflection of yourselves. The path continues on to your right."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak heads right."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik follows"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You reach the end of this passageway, and at this point, the corridor splits off in both directions. This seems to be turning into some sort of maze."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "((I'll be posting tomorrow sometime. Holiday stuff should be done with after the new year.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Bumpness))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak turns right starts heading off."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik follows"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo follows."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nTien also follows, seeing as there seems to be a general consensus. Though he makes a point to never let his hand stray far from his loosed and ready blaster pistol. He'd had more than enough of those damn bugs, thank you very much."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Hmm, this could get a bit tedious, so why don't you all roll Intelligence checks? As one last heads up, I'll be incommunicado starting tomorrow as I'll frantically getting ready to go to Italy. I'll be updating again sometime next week once I get back and over jet lag. Feel free to communicate with each other or do any ooc things you feel necessary here whilst I am gone))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Intelligence: (1d20+3=20) \n\n((Have a great time in Italy))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Well, I may be doing things here today but its very unlikely I'll be on at all tomorrow, hehe))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " INT: 1d20+2 -> [12,2] = (14) "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n INT (1d20+3=13) "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n INT: 1d20+5=15 \n ((Enjoy your trip.)) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Between Kadlo and Bendak, your group manages to find its way through the maze with minimal backtracking. At the end is another door, although this one is wide open. The following room is a bit round and expansive. It's length and width are only exceeded by its towering height. To your right, blue flames begin to light around the perimeter, and the same thing with red flames to your left. It doesn't seem like there is enough light to illuminate the room, but the room is slowly flooded with a pulsating light. Along the back wall is a massive statue, its details somehow worn down over time. About midway through the room on the right and left are large staircases that lead up to pillars. The pillar on the right is bluish while the pillar on the left is reddish. You can't tell what is ontop of the pillars from here.\n\n((And that is the last posting until I get back. Enjoy yourselves 😉 ))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak turns to the group and say, i sagest that we separate into two groups i and how ever decides to come with me will go up the bluish while pillar the other two will go up the reddish pillar and recover what is ever at the top and then meet back down here. "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " \"This sounds to me like an excellent plan. I will take this staircase.\" Garik says as he points left to the stair which climbs to the red pillar."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" I'm going with the Jedi! \" Tien announces and hurries to situate himself in the big human's shadow. \n\n((Aaah...meatshield. 😉 ))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\n\"Then I will follow Garik.\" Kadlo mounts the steps behind the human soldier and follows him."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "At the top of each pillar is a pedastal with what looks like two objects floating there. One is a lightsaber hilt, and the other is a holocron. The holocron on the blue pillar is shaped like the structure you are now in, and the holocron on the red pillar is orb shaped, very much like the last one.\n\n((I'm back by the way 🙂))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak takes out the duffel bag and then approaches the holocron first and gentle picks it up and place it in the bag net he grabs the lightsaber he hold it a moment appreciating the design and then wondering if it still had power taps the activation stud, after it has activated he deactivates it and place it on his belt next to the one he currently has. Bendak then heads down the pillar with the items."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik carefully searches for traps ( 1d20+2=22 ), and only if he is satisfied that there are none will he pick up the holocron."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "There are no traps, Garik. Bendak, once you pick up the holocron, it seems to buzz and grow warm in your hand. The same cloaked figure from the last holocron appears in front of you again.\n\n\"A Jedi's strength flows from the force. Beware anger, fear, and aggression, for they lead to the Dark Side.\"\n\nThe holocron stops humming and goes silent. The lightsaber surprisingly still works, and the blade springs forth, humming and glowing a bright yellow.\n\nGarik, after picking up the orb, a figure appears as the holocron begins to buzz and the same figure that appeared last time appears again when picking up the holocron.\n\n\"The Dark Side is the path to power. Use your anger.\" The figure disappears and the holocron stops buzzing.\n\nIf you check the lightsaber, the blade bursts forth with a steady red glow."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo will take the lightsaber from the pillar and activate it. Startled by the red blade's power and color, he deactivates it and hooks it on his belt in much the same way as Bendak. \"I have heard of these but I've never seen one up close like this before.\""
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser\n When the holocron figure disappears, Garik will stuff the holocron into one of the pockets on his utility vest. \"Huh. I always figured Jedi were into that dispassionate inner serenity thing. Shows what I know about ancient religions.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Suddenly, there is a great rumbling, and the entire room begins to shake violently.\n\n((Balance checks for everyone, as well as tumble just in case you fail the balance))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nBalance: 1d20+2=17 \n Tumble: 1d20+2=15 "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nBalance: 1d20+4=9 \nTumble (untrained): 1d20+4=24 "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Balance (1d20+8=28) \n Tien set his feet shoulder-width apart, calling to mind methods to keep his balance that he'd learned after being thrown around the rocking decks of so many smuggling ships. \" This can't be good... \" he said, stating the obvious. \" Anyone else up for leaving right now ? \" "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Balance (1d20+2=18) \n Tumble (untrained): (1d20+2=22) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Kadlo, Tien and Bendak all keep their footing. Garik stumbles but manages to roll into a more stable, crouched type position. You all notice (it would be impossible to miss, hence no spot checks, hehe) that the giant statue situated between the two pedastals is coming to life. The doors you came through slam shut. The shaking is coming from the statue as it detaches ((spelling?)) itself from the wall.\n\n((Spot checks now))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Spot: (1d20+5=21) "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " \"I've got a bad feeling about this!\" Garik shouts above the din.\n\nSpot: 1d20+1=18 "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "OOC: Nice, Felistor. 😁\n Tien \n Spot (1d20+6=11) \n \" Make it stop! Jedi, use your magic powers and make it stop!! \" Tien squeaks as he struggles to keep his footing. "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak Shouts back to Tien, I would, if i could. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You all notice that there is some sort of door that the statue is standing right in front of. The rumbling finally stops as the statue is fully detached. It stands there in front of the doorway, unmoving. It looks at each of you in turn but makes no aggressive moves."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak Steps forward and shouts, state your purpose. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The statue looks down at you, unmoving, its eyes never leaving your gaze. The statue is silent as the grave."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Very cautiously, Garik attempts to slip past it and out the doorway\n(Total Defense action for +4 dodge bonus to Defense)"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" I don't think he's listening. Jedi. \" Tien piped up as he slowly slipped his heavy blaster from its holster at his hip and flipped off the safety. He kept it behind his leg and pointed away in case the statue was activated by percieved threats. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Felistor dodges to the side as the statue smashes the ground with one huge fist where Felistor had been standing moments before. A voice, seemingly echoing from the statue rings out:\n\n\"The way is locked. Defeat the behemoth to open the way.\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " I defantly have a bad fealing about this , Say Bendak"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" What good are blasters going to do against that ? \" Tien exclaimed doubtfully. \" It's all well and good if there's some internal organs to fry, but poking holes in this thing ain't gonna work! \" \n\nHiding behind the Jedi, the Sullustan began examining his surroundings, looking for something that might help them...a switch, something heavy to drop on it, a trap door, anything useful.\n\n Spot (1d20+6=10) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Nothing jumps out at you, no. A rumbling seems to come from the statue, yet it still remains perfectly still. But, as you have seen, it can move with surprising speed at a moments notice."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Damn! \" Tien growled in frustration. \" I don't see anything we can use against it in this empty chamber. I guess... \" he tightened his grip on his blaster pistol. \" I guess we'll just have to find a weak spot and exploit it! Go for its legs first, we'll topple it! Jedi, use your lightsaber already! \" \n\nWith that, Tien stepped out from behind Bendak, bringing his weapon to bear on the statue's ankle, which was conveniently right around his eye level. Sighting down the barrel he squeezed off a scarlet bolt of energy that sizzled through the air with the smell of burning ozone towards the towering rock creature.\n\n Attack (1d20+8=13) \n Damage (3d8=17) "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Blaster will do use no good but i have an idea, i think some Blaster power packs will, we can build a Blaster Power Pack Bomb all we need is five power packs and some thing to tie them together , Say Bendak As he says this he roots around in his stuff looking for Some Tape And five of his Power packs so he can build a Blaster Power Pack Bomb after several minutes, if he finds all he needs starts building the bomb.\n\n\n Blaster Power Pack Bomb \n Intelligence Check for Knowledge Demolitions (1d20+3=18) \n Demolitions (1d20+8=24) "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "\"Let's not give up on blasters until we try them\" Garik says as he backs away and fires a full burst at the statue's right knee.\n\n Attack 1= 14\nAttack 2 = 13\nAttack 3 = 15 \n Attack 4 = 12 \n Damage 1 = 11\nDamage 2 = 17\nDamage 3 = 14\nDamage 4 = 19 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "As Bendak rummages through his backpack, Garik and Tien shoot at the statue. Tien's shot bounces off of the creature, and all but one of Garik's bolts hit. What's left is a bit of a scorch mark, but aside from that, little signs of damage.\n\n((We sort of need to be out of combat to build any kind of explosive aside from an improvised built from scratch type explosive, which does 1d6 damage. So, having said that, would Bendak like to modify his action or just go with it for now?))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "((OCC: Sorry, circumstances last week made me rely on Notices for new posts and apparently my ISP is marking these notices as SPAM again.))\n\nKadlo unclips the lightsaber from his belt. It seemed that blaster will be of little use and with Bendak contemplating the bomb, something else was necessary till then. Kadlo ignites the saber, its red blade glowing menacingly in the subdued lighting of the chamber. If only he felt as menacing as the blade.\n\n 1d20+5(BAB)-4(no feat)=14 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((That was an attack roll I'm assuming?))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "((OCC: Yep.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Kadlo, you feel the lightsaber almost break through the ankle/foot region that you attacked.\n\nAnyone else takin attack actions?"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak realize that time has run out so he draws and ignites both of his lightsabers and attacks the same ankle/foot region Kadlo just attacked.\n\n\n MELEE ATTACK: (1d20+7=25) \n MELEE ATTACK: (1d20+7=16) \n 2d8+2=15 \n 2d8+2=10 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Both attacks hit. You dig a bit into the statues foot.\n\n((Is there anything else? Or is it the statue's turn?))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nThe Sullustan frowned. \" Well...that worked about as well as expected. \" he grumbled, taking aim again. \" Thinking back, I'd like to apologize for provoking the huge stone statue's wrath, guys. Any bright ideas? \" \n\n((Init for next round whenever it comes along: 1d20+4=14 )) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((If that's everyone))\n\nThe statue brings a huge fist crashing to the floor near the foot that was attacked. Everyone in a 10 ft radius gets reflex saves (I believe that's all of you, even the one with the blasters, as the stairwell is just about 9 ft away)."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "((Yup, there are only 4 of us))\n\nReflex save for Garik: 1d20+6=7 "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n Reflex Save (1d20+9=23) "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nReflex Save: 1d20+6=13 "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " REFLEX: (1d20+4=15) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Ergh, not near my dice or sheet where I have this things stats down. Will post results later today))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "While those right near the foot avoid the crushing blow of the giant fist, everyone is affected by the following small shockwave. You are all thrown to the ground and suffer 4 vitality damage.\n\n((It'll be a move action to stand back up, so you'll either get another move action or an attack action, unless you have the feat heroic surge or something comparable to it))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak scambale to his feet as fast as he can, he then attacks the ankle with the lightsaber in his right hand.\n\n MELEE ATTACK: (1d20+7=20) \n DAMAGE: (2d8+2=13) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Bendak does a little more damage to the statue, but it looks like it still might take a little bit of time to drop the giant thing."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo unsteadily gets back up on his feat and attacks the statue again.\n\nMelee Attack: 1d20 + 5 (BAB) - 4 (no feat) = 8 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Kadlo makes a noble attempt swinging at the statue, but the lightsaber swings wide of the target. The odd weight of the lightsaber makes wielding a lightsaber awkward for all those not proficient in its use."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Bump. What the rest of you doin?))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "((My apologies, I didn't catch that it was my turn))\n\nGarik steps back and considers how this creature which is apparently impervious to blaster fire can be defeated. In paricular he carefully studies the architecture, particularly the ceiling and pillars, wondering if he could bring some of it down on the statue's head.\n\nSpot: (1d20+1)[ 12 ](13) \nKnowledge/Tactics: (1d20+1)[ 2 ](3) \nKnowledge/Architecture: (1d20+1)[ 13 ](14) \n\n(Those last two rolls should have been at +3, so add 2 to the result)"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "((Sorry guys, my laptop died so I've been a bit shifty lately. Still here, though.))\n\nTien sighted down the barrel again, snapping off a quick shot at the huge thing's ankle again, trying to hit the areas where it had distributed most of its weight... It was like a mosquito trying to bring down a krayt dragon...\n\n Attack (1d20+8=28) \n Crit (1d20+8=24) \n Damage (Critical) (3d8=14, 3d8=10) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Garik, you notice that this structure is quite ancient, and that when it hits the ground, the ceiling above it gets a bit shaky. Dust comes falling down from cracks in the ceiling and it looks none too stable. Tien's shot hit true and a big chunk of the things ankle/foot region goes flying away.\n\nThe thing still stands. It sends a kick flying Kadlo's way.\n\nTo hit (25)\nDamage (16 vit)\n\nIf you're hit, you get knocked back about 10 meters and take 3 vit from smacking against the ground."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak Again swings at the things ankle with both lightsabers.\n\n MELEE ATTACK: (1d20+7=20) \n MELEE ATTACK: (1d20+7=22) \n DAMAGE: (2d8+2=15) \n DAMAGE: (2d8+2=12) "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik moves an additional 2 meters out of the way and begins firing at weak points in the ceiling that he had identified with his previous study of the structural integrity of the architecture.\n\nAttack 1: (1d20+9)[ 5 ](14) \nDamage: (3d8+4)[ 5 ][ 7 ][ 1 ](17) \nAttack 2: (1d20+9)[ 19 ](28) \nDamage: [rollv]3d8+4[/roll]\nAttack 3: (1d20+9)[ 17 ](26) \nDamage: (3d8+4)[ 3 ][ 1 ][ 8 ](16) \nAttack 4: (1d20+4)[ 4 ](8) \nDamage: (3d8+4)[ 2 ][ 4 ][ 1 ](11) "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "(one of the above damage rolls didn't work, so here it is)\nDamage (attack 2): (3d8+4)[ 1 ][ 3 ][ 2 ](10) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "After the furious lightsaber assault, the leg finally comes free of the foot. The statue loses its balance and falls forward. (Reflex saves for all standing in front of the statue, which would be Bendak and Kadlo).\n\nAs it hits the ground, the ceiling that Garik was shooting at comes crashing down, along with a lot more of the ceiling (Reflexes for everyone. If you've already made one, make another one). Some of the ceiling hits the statue. The statue becomes lifeless. The door it was guarding opens silently to reveal an elevator."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nReflex Save: 1d20+9=21 \n Tien jumped up and yelled in triumph as the statue came crashing down, but his celebration was short lived as the ceiling started to crumble and then fall, creating a deafening roar as tons of debris started to hit the ground all around him. He squeaked in panicked alarm and attempted to throw himself to the side to a (hopefully) sheltered spot near the wall. "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak attempts to jump out of the way of the falling statue and the collapsing ceiling.\n REFLEX: (1d20+4=14) \n REFLEX: (1d20+4=17) "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nReflex: 1d20+6=21 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((*Wince* Poor, poor Bendak just got um, double crushed :-/. 13 Vit from the statue falling on you and another 15 from the ceiling falling on you. While you aren't crushed, you are pinned.))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nSeeing Bendak pinned by the debris from the ceiling, Kadlo reaches out with his mind to quickly clear the rubble away.\n\nMove Object:\n 1d20+9=26 \n\n((OCC: That should clear up to 5000 kg (DC 25) Let me know if its less or more so I can subtract the appropriate Vitality.))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "slightly Dazed by the impacted Bendak lets out a mone and says, they defantly don't pay me enough to do this. As Bendak regains more of his wits he realizes his pined an say, OK i think i could use some help here. \n\n((OOC: OK that means i still have 30 points left))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Reflex Save: (1d20+6)[ 11 ](17) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Kadlo clears away all of the debris covering and around Bendak. Everyone except Bendak is just fine, heh."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "with the debris cleared Bendak slowly gets to his feet and recovers his weapons turning to Kadlo Bandak say, Thank you for getting that stuff off me, and now how about we get hell out of here before any thing else happens. "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n \"I certainly agree with that.\" "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " \"Right.\" Garik takes point this time, heading out the way they came."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Erm, you can't head out the way you came. The doors are sealed, and try though you might, nothing opens them. There is however the entrance the statue was in front of. It's wide open."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak heads to and out the entrance the statue was guarding"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" HEY! Am I the only one that noticed Kadlo moving things with his mind just now? What are you Jedi multiplying now?!? Does being around one infect you with his...Jedi...ness?? \" \n\nIt was then Tien noticed that everyone was heading towards the newly opened exit and, more to the point, ignoring him. The sullustan began muttering to himself as he picked himself off the ground and holstered his weapon. He followed, still swearing under his breath about insane Jedi and getting the lot of them killed with their crazy mind powers."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nAs Kadlo heads for the exit near the statue, he calls back to Tien. \"You are mistaken my friend. I am no Jedi. I admit I am able to do things others of my species are not able, but I have never been trained by the Jedi in their arts.\" "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak looks back at Kadlo and says, and if you ever wish to learn there arts, your defantly working for the right group, and thank you again for the help. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The door that opens leads into a large, square room. As you all get in, the doors close behind you and you all realize it's an elevator. It moves upward smoothly and silently. The roof above you opens up and you find yourself on the very top of the pyramid....\n\nRemnant shuttles and ships are everywhere and about one hundred storm troopers have their guns trained on you. A young, confident, cocky looking officer steps forward.\n\n\"That will be quite far enough I'm afraid. You'll all be coming with us now. We have your ship, and as you can see you are all quite surrounded. You all either come quietly and alive, or you all take some brash actions and end up dead. Either way is fine by me, and either way we get what our leader has so anxiously been after.\"\n\nHe ends this with a condescending grin."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((And apologies for this taking so long. Hope you're all still around. If I haven't stated this already, a level for everybody :-) ))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nGarik keeps his carbine at ready, and beneath his goggles his eyes survey the scene, considering lines of fire and sources of cover. \"Your call\" he whispers to his companions. \"Do you think we can take these guys?\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nKnowledge: Tactics (1d20+5)[ 16 ](21) \nHP roll for level 7 (1d10)[ 4 ](4) \n \n "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Are you nuts?! \" Tien squeaked. \" Four against a hundred ? You may have a deathwish, but I say we just do what the man says for now. \" he said. \" Besides, they have my ship and I want it back! \" \n\nTien looked up at the two Force-users and frowned. They weren't going to go all psycho Jedi on him were they? If they did he'd just dive to the ground and hope the stormtroopers took each other out in the crossfire...\n\n\n\nDamn tree planets."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " \"Yeah, but what reason will they have to leave us alive, let alone give us our ship back, once they have the artifacts? I say our chances are better now while we still have our weapons, but I don't think I can take more than thirty of them by myself.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The officer speaks up again.\n\n\"Come now, we haven't got all day. Look, we have stormtrooper rifles aimed at you, as well as some ship cannons.\"\n\nHe points behind his shoulder.\n\n\"You see all of them floating up there? I speak a word and you are all dead. You take a shot at me or any other Remnant force, you are dead. Come now, if I were going to kill you, at least right away, I would have done so already. All we want to do right now is take you prisoner and then...interrogate you. Of course, it's entirely your choice. You can start a fire fight and most assuredly die now, or you can come quietly, and live for awhile longer. Who knows...maybe you might even get a chance to escape. Oh, one last thing gentlemen. Your ship is already being held inside our command ship. Once we leave, there is no way to get off this rock, nor is there anyway to communicate with anybody, either. It really is in your best interest to cooperate. Come, I've been civilized. You can at the very least return the favor. Hurry up and make your decision for I grow impatient.\""
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\"As much as it galls me, I must agree with Tien. If they wanted us dead, they wouldn't have stopped to be civil. The wise man knows when to stop and fight another day.\""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I won't be advancing the story til you all decide something as a group, hehe. Although I would strongly advise you to go with the man for now))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "((OCC: I'm all for going with the Imps. Between getting kicked by the statue and moving the rubble of Bendak, I'm real low on Vitality.))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak Glances around without moving his helmeted head, the then says to Garik in a whisper, there right we can't take them, but i have an idea, when i mention the artifacts hold yours out for them to see . Bendak then raises his voice so the imperial officer can hear him, from where I'm standing were the ones holding the winning hand, we have the artifacts, so how about a new deal you give us are ship back with the necessary repairs done and i give you this and one saber meaning the artifact Garik is holding if he has it up, Or i can destroy it an in one quick movement Bandak drew the the lightsaber and points it at the artifact without turning it on, Your chose!! \n VP (1d8=6) \n Initiative: (1d20+6=26) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The officer throws his head back and laughs.\n\n\"Were you all told nothing about those artifacts which you now \"threaten?\" Go ahead and try and destroy them if you wish, it won't do you any good, even with that lightsaber. Firstly, the artifacts are made with a cortosis weave. They are constructed of other things besides that and are almost impossible to destroy. So perhaps you'd like to change that bargain a bit? If you all come along quietly, you have my word you will be left alone for a day or two to recuperate from whatever you came against in the temple down there. I can tell at least one of your men seems a little the worse for wear.\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "For a moment Bendak is stunned for a moment, but the he gives a sorta of a ironic laugh, and say as he lowers his saber t his side, well it was worth a try, besides i couldn't do it these items are to important to destroy. Bendak turns to the other and say, it's up to you do we surrender for now. "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "(Garik had indeed produced the holocron while Bendak was speaking)\n\nHe now slings his rifle over his shoulder and starts toward the Imperials, still carrying the holocron.\n \"Very well, we accept your terms and will surrender the artifact to you in exchange for our vessel.\" "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo makes no move but continues to keep his eyes on the Imps, wary of any duplicity."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"Ah, I see, that is where you are mistaken,\" the officer begins. \"I don't remember agreeing to any of your terms, or indeed saying that you will be returned to your ship in return for the artifacts. I mentioned bringing you aboard my capital ship and letting you recuperate before the interrogations begin. I don't forsee you all leaving the ship any time in the near future. Especially so, since you'd just go back and report to those fossils in the New Republic.\n\n\"However, I never made mention of killing or really of harming any of you. Think of it as a prolonged detention. As I know the shoddy training storm troopers go through, I imagine they could get lazy. Which would offer you all the perfect chance to escape, as that beat up thing you call a space ship will be residing in the hangar of my capital ship.\""
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nThe Sullustan looked at the Imp officer as if the human had spontaneously grown a second head. The officer was basically giving them leave to attempt escape, and even told them where to find the Aurora Sprite ! Where was all the You Have No Chance to Escape Muahahaha! speech? Someone had been breathing the fresh air for too long.\n\nNonetheless, he let go of his blaster's handgrip and let it swing down suspended by his trigger finger on the trigger guard. Then he tossed it on the ground towards the officer with a metallic clatter."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"At least one of you has sense. Will he be the only live one to get onto the ship, or will the rest of you come along quietly, too?\""
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo drops his blaster and follows Tien."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nGarik removes the power pack from his rifle, then hands it and the rifle (stock first) to the nearest stormtrooper before giving the holocron to the officer."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The officer smiles condescendingly at Garik as he hands him the holocron.\n\n\"Thank you. I believe there is one more. We aren't going anywhere until I have it, and all of your weapons.\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "(OOC: How far are we from the edge of the roof )"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You're in the middle of the roof, so you are about ten meters from any ledge."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak slowly draws his blaster pistol and starts to hand it to a Stormtrooper, as the Stormtrooper starts to take the weapon Bendak makes a rash decision, he suddenly explodes into action he shove his way past the Stormtrooper and makes a mad dash for the edge of the roof, if he makes it to the edge with out slowing down or any hesitation he jumps.\n\n Jump (1d20+0=20) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Ooh, ouch, that's a crit. Luckily, their weapons are set to stun. Fort save please))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Initiative roll (only if Bendak is not immedately safe or stunned): (1d20+4)[ 11 ](15) "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " FORTITUDE (1d20+10=22) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Hmm, it was a group of five storm troopers, so I'm gonna need four more fort saves, hehe. I was gonna handle the situation differntly, but there's not really anything in the rulebook for what I wanted to do.))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "((OOC: Are all five stormtroopers within 4 meters of Bendak?))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " FORTITUDE (1d20+10=28) \n FORTITUDE (1d20+10=30) \n FORTITUDE (1d20+10=18) \n FORTITUDE (1d20+10=30) \n FORTITUDE (1d20+10=15) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Yes they are. You see, when Bendak jumped, he jumped right over the stormtroopers, giving them all perfectly clear shots. Incidentally, Bendak, you are now unconscious, hehe))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "(( so when i jumped off the roof ledge to plummet to the ground at the base of the pyramid there were more troopers down there, oh well i guess that could put a damper in my escape plan. So for how long am i unconscious for, and what equipment do i have left when i awake.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((If you were just jumping off the ledge, there were still some stormtroopers waiting at the bottom, hehe. You are stunned for four rounds. When you wake up, you are bound and being held by some storm troopers))\n\n\"This is beginning to try my patience. I would note that the more foolishness that is displayed, the less of my generous hospitality you will receive. Now, as all of you are now off that ledge and in my custody, where is the last holocron? I could just knock you all out and then search you, but I'd rather be civilized about this. I will have to bind you all, just as a precaution you understand. One last note before we are on our way. You will be flyingin a ship with me and some guards. We will be in constant contact with my Star Destroyer that is in orbit. If at any time they don't hear from me, they are to blow up our ship, and just for safe measure, dismantle that ship of yours that is currently residing in my hangar. Now, are we going to cooperate?\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((Okay just tell me when i wake up so can start posting again.\n\nPS. Bendak is the one know what pocket the last holocron is hiding in and with him unconscious i guess he's not talking. ))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Ah, I had forgotten Bendak has it. That will move things along then, hehe))\n\nThe stormtroopers quickly search Bendak and take away any items he has on his person. One storm trooper hands the holocron from below to the officer.\n\n\"Ah, here we are\"\n\n((You wake up about now, Bendak))\n\n\"I trust we are all going to be civiliazed? Now please, if you'll all accompany me aboard me shuttle, we really should be off before any New Republic scouts begin to poke around the area.\"\n\n((Does anyone want to do anything/converse between here and the ship? Go ahead and do so if you wish, we'll handle it like the conversation is taking place as you walk, then onto the shuttle, and then the shuttle ride to the ship))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nFor the time being, Kadlo is content to keep his mouth shut and observe what is going on."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "as Bendak awakens the first thing he notice is that hands were bound, the second is that his utility belt with his holster and Lightsabers and the holocron were gone, Bendak slowly gets to his feet muttering to himself well that didn't work . Once Bendak is steady on his feet he's herded with the others to the shuttle."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Um, some uber heinous **** has gone on around the apartment, and I may need a couple of days to get a handle on things. I hope you can bear with me. Have any in character or OOC chat as needed in the mean time.))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "((OCC: I'll be here when you get back.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Alright, things seem to be getting back to normal. Does anyone want to do any talking or anything between the planet and the flagship?))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "((OOC: No, I'm good.))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "((OOC: Tien will glare at the officer for daring to threaten his new ship with dismemberment. Otherwise, nothing.))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "((OCC: Kadlo will say as little as possible, the better to keep the Imps from getting information.))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((OOC: No, I'm good as is..))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The ride up goes smoothly. As you make it into orbit, you notice this shuttle breaks off from some of the others and begins to make its way towards a rather large looking Star Destroyer (Knowledge Imperial or Spacecraft for anyone who has it). You make it into the hangar and are greeted by battalions upon battalions of stormtroopers awaiting your arrival. The officer makes his way down slowly. As you all make your way down the ramp, you can see off in the corner is your ship, looking none the worse for wear.\n\n((If no resistance is made...))\n\nThe officer, along with a number of stormtroopers, escort you to a room. It's not a detention block. The door slides open and inside is a room that has a few amenities and comfortable looking beds.\n\n\"As you see, I'm a man of my word. This will be your...ah...lodgings for the time being. You have a Medbot in here that will see to any wounds you've been inflicted with. Forgive me if we made it so this door only operates from the outside, but we can't be too careful, can we? Enjoy your stay here on my ship, the Enforcer.\"\n\nHe nods slightly and then leaves, the door closing behind him."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nAs soon as the door closes, Garik begins examining the room for hidden cameras or listening devices (and if he finds any he will do his best to disable them).\n\nOnce he is convinced that the room is secure in that respect, and once his comrades have been healed of their scrapes and bruises (vitality) he will deactivate the medbot and carefully examine it to be sure it doesn't have any nasty suprises in the way of nonstandard programming or equipment installed.\n\n\nSearch (taking 20); 2+20= 22 \nKnowledge: Technology: (1d20+3)[ 6 ](9) \nKnowledge: Architecture: (1d20+3)[ 17 ](20) \nRepair: (1d20+12)[ 9 ](21) \nComputer Use: (1d20+12)[ 16 ](28) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Roll four spot checks. Then make a roll for disabling the Medbot. Would that be disable device?))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Shutting down a droid requires a repair check (dc = 10), which is automatic for my character.\nI had thought that looking for hidden cameras would be a search check instead of Spot (hence the reason for the Search check above), but if you want Spot checks I'll take 20 on those too (since we probably have a few minutes here).\n\nSpot (taking 20): (20+1) = 21 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The Medbot quickly restores ((um, Bendak was it?)) to full Vitality.\n\n((The spot was more for looking for curious looking areas and then the search will be for searching said areas))\n\nYou see some dome shaped things on the ceiling, but really no way to reach them right now.\n\n((How do you planning on examining/disabling devices when all of your **** has been taken away? Unless you have some crazy hidden stuff that you can whip out))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "((The only thing they have taken from Garik so far were his rifle and the holocron. Consequently I assumed he was using the tool kit he has distributed among his vest pockets.))\n \nGarik Hannser\n Garik stands on one of the beds to check the dome things in the ceiling."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((OOC: would a Knowledge: starship systems or a Intelligence check, be good to identify the ship, and on a side note, since Bendak had the stormtroopers search him will he was unconscious, dose he still have his knife in his right boot.))\n\nBendak looks at the imperial ship trying to identify it's class, after been left in there temporary living space Bendak lets the droid heal him up, after the droid finish with him he just lays down and rests a while.\n\n Knowledge: starship systems (1d20+7=21) \n Intelligence: (1d20+3=16) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Bendak, you recognize this ship as a Super Star Destroyer. You still have your knife and Garik still has his tools.))\n\nExamining the domes, you notice that they are very much cameras. If you start toying with them, however, you hear a sharp rap on the door and a stormtrooper declare, \"Quit horsing around in there.\"\n\nHowever, they haven't made any movements to come in and take your tools away..."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Has anyone else noticed how uncharacteristically nice these Imperials are acting? I would have expected torture, or at the very least a cell, but they're putting us up like VIP's in here. Well...VIP's locked in their room and under surveillance, but still... It's not like they even had to do that much. It's... weird . \" \n\nTien reclined in the window sill (if there's a window) and tried to count the number and rough type of ships in the Imperial flotilla while the others had a go at the medical bot/cameras.\n\n((Knowledge (Starships): 1d20+6=25 )) \n\nHe wanted his ship back...and he didn't care how polite the Imps were being at the moment...he was going to get out of here."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak had recognize that the ship they were on is a Super Star Destroyer, but for now he keeps that to himself.\n\nAfter the guards baned on the the door, Bendak say, Garik i suggest you cut that out for now, and get some rest, latter we can take stock of what equipment we all still have, so we can formulate a plan to escape and we are going to need a plan becomes it is going to be quite ease to get loss on a ship that's 19,000 meters long. "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser\n\n \"Right.\" Garik will lie down on the bunk and rest while he ruminates on what possible motive the Imperials might have for treating prisoners so well."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "There are a sizeable number of ships in this fleet. You seem to be on the largest, however. There are some Victory class Star Destroyers and some other, smaller vessels as well.\n\nThere is a knock on the door later and a stormtroopers voice sounds out.\n\n\"Everyone against the back wall, we are bringing in food.\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak gets up from the bed and heads over to stand by the back wall."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Is everyone else following suit? Or are they going to have to get \"angry\" :-P ))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nThe little sullustan crossed his arms and remained reclined in the window sill. It wasn't against the back wall, but he couldn't really do any harm from there, could he? Besides, he wanted to see how many buttons he could push before these Imps took off their polite little masks."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nGarik gets up from the bed and moves over to lean against the back wall, crossing his arms."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo gets out of bed where he was resting, moving the rocks had taken more out of him than he realized, and makes for the way as indicated."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "An very disgruntled looking officer comes in, followed by a small squadron of storm troopers. The troopers move a bit close to all of you, weapons pointed. The officer wheels in a little cart that has a variety of food on it, delicacies for each type of race that is in the group (is just the humans and the sullustan?).\n\n\"Your food, you New Republic scum.\"\n\nHe scoffs and then turns on his heel and walks out. The stormtroopers back towards the door, keeping their guns pointed at the group. Once they are all out, the door closes again."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n((OCC: No. Kadlo is a Duros.))\nKadlo will take some of the offered food and return to his bed. Gingerly tasting the food, he remarks, \"They certainly have had more than ample time to remove us from our corporeal existance. I doubt they would choose to do so through food, but it is apparent that not all share the officer's hospitality.\" "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nGarik nods to Kadlo signalling his agreement. \"I'm not as worried about poisons as I am about interrogation drugs, but unless one of you brought ration bars in your pockets I don't think we have a choice.\" \nHe takes a few bites of food ... just enough carbohydrates to keep his body functioning efficiently, but doesn't eat the whole portion."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " That's for sure , remarks Bendak about the officer that brought the food, Bendak move over to the cart and grabs a plate of food and then move back to the bed he was using before, siting down he puts the plate and removes his helmet, and starts eating, once hes done he says, well there's no time like the present haw about we take the inventory of what equipment we have left, me i have my armor, my comlink that's in my helmet, and a knife that's in my boot, how about you guys. "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "((OCC: I specifically stated I surrendered my blaster but not my lightsaber. As I was not trying to hide it, did they confiscate it or not? Also, I have three tool kits on me. A security kit, a standard tool kit, and a medic kit. Did they confiscate any of those?))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Oh, they would definitely have confiscated the lightsaber, heh. You, surprisingly, still have the kit on you.))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik wordlessly empties his pockets, carefully positioning himself in order to show the following items to his teammates, but keeping them out of view of the ceiling cameras (assuming that is what they are) and returning them to his pockets when he is done.\n\nHis pockets contain: 4 blaster power packs, 1 tool kit, 1 medical kit, 1 liquid cable dispenser, 1 pair of binder cuffs, 1 durasteel wire (garrotte), 1 Drall flashstick, 2 energy cells, 1 C-14 stun grenade, 1 grappling spike launcher, 1 Vennoc-X chronometer, 6 vitapills, and 1 MLC-50 magnalock."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo follows suit laying down a standard tool kit, medical kit, security kit, a datapad with a bunch of datacards, and his all-temp cloak. He then silently taps his head for his forefinger."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nSighing, Tien swung his legs over onto the ground and headed towards where the others had put their heads together. He fished through his pockets for a moment before wordlessly adding his own belongings to the pile.\n\nIn addition to the flight suit he was wearing, he carried a comlink (most likely jammed), two heavy blaster pistol power packs, a couple glow rods, a liquid cable dispenser, and a medpack. He obviously had not expected to be off ship for very long.\n\n\" So, any bright ideas? \" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((This is all you guys for now, hehe. So keep the interaction up and I'll intervene when necessary))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " I might have a few idea's but i need some time to formulate a solid escape plan, that won't get use killed out right Say Bendak, Bendak leans back first looking at the pile of gear then around at the room deep in thought."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n \"If everyone could keep me covered, I could try to access the cameras and the locks in the room and see if I can get us out of here.\" "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak Nods and says, its worth a try, also you all remember that I.E.D. i told you about in the temple, should we not be able to open that door we can blow it, once that door is open that stun grenades should go though to take out any surviving guard, get there Blaster rifle and fight are way to one of there shuttle bays and steal any shuttle that's hyperdrive equipped "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "A sharp command comes over the speakers in your room, barked out by a very authoritative voice.\n\n\"All of you! Against the back wall! NOW!\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Grab your equipment, and be ready for anything, say Bendak. Bendak deliberately moves slowly to the back wall as to give his comrades time to retrieve there stuff."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien Vor \n\nNonchalantly scooping up his meager possessions, Tien did as he was told and followed Bendak to the back wall, hands shoved in his pockets. He looked almost bored."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik follows"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo quickly grabs his things and stuffs them into the pockets of his cargo pants. He then lines up against the wall with the others."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The door slides open, and a figure clothed all in black, wearing an odd helmet, walks in. He stands there, staring at all of you. He turns to a very visibly trembling officer and points to Tien.\n\n\"The small one. Bring him.\"\n\nThe figure turns on his heel and leaves. Stormtroopers come in, blasters pointed at all of you. The officer fumbles at his belt and pulls out a set of durasteel binders.\n\n\"Y...you....Sullustan (spell that right?), t...turn around and p..put your h..hands behind your back. T..the rest of you....stay still, or you'll g..get stunned.\""
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo looks at the officer, and says in a calm level voice. \"There is no need for shackles or threats, we present no danger to you.\"\n\nAffect Mind: 1d20+5=17 \n Officer's WILL DC is 15. "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien Vor \n\nThe Sullustan (Yup, you did.) shrugged and did as he was told. It wasn't the first time he'd been put under binders and it probably wouldn't be the last. Besides, that guy seemed nervous enough to stun him anyway even if he didn't resist.\n\n\" First day, chief? Don't worry, just put them around the wrists and remember to give me some wiggle room. Those things chafe. \" he remarked to the nervous officer. \" By the way, who's tall, dark and menacing over there? \" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((The officer makes the Will save))\n\n\"Oh, I w...would never go against Dar... his orders. The punishments involved for failure are...\"\n\nThe officer breaks off and shudders.\n\n\"The Sullustan comes b...bound.\"\n\nHe binds your hands, Tien, and the bindings do seem a tad loose. The officer grabs you by the shoulder and begins to lead you out of the room."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((is it ok if i use the Force Push skill from Jedi Counseling 60 ))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien Vor \n\n\" Yes, fear the big scary Sullustan. Roar. Keep him bound or he might attack! \" Tien sighed in exasperated sarcasm. \" Where am I going, anyway? If you want to torture me or something you're wasting your time. I don't know anything except ships. Besides, I'd just scream like a little girl the whole time and you wouldn't even be able to get a coherent thought, much less information. \" he deadpanned, rambling on until someone stopped him or he ran out of breath. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"Just come this way you small, p....prattling thing,\" the officer says, a little more confident now.\n\n((What are you wanting to push?))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien Vor \n\n\" Now that's the kind of imperial arrogance and lack of respect I'm used to. You're doing great. \" Tien remarked, wondering if the officer could even detect sarcasm. \" Call me 'New Republic scum' or 'smuggler scum' or anything with the word 'scum' and the stormtroopers will quit talking about you when your back is turned. \" \n\n\" So hey, where are we going? \" "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "((OOC: Force Push (and Force Choke) became official rules in the latest erratta , so go ahead))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((The officer and the stormtroopers of course))\n\nRecating instinctivly Bendak steps fowward and and puts his hand out as if he going to push the officer and the stormtroopers out of his way as he shouts, NO!!!!, You will take me I'm his commanding offacer! \n Force Push (1d20+4=17) \nand a 4 VP cost"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The dark figure remains standing, but the officer and storm troopers all fly back.\n\nThe dark figure steps forward and....((reflex saves for the entire group))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Cyrus112 \n The figure turns on his heel and leaves. Stormtroopers come in, blasters pointed at all of you. The officer fumbles at his belt and pulls out a set of durasteel binders. \n \n\n((Just to point this out, the dark figure Left the room before my force push, but here's my reflex saves))\n\n\n reflex saves (1d20+5=22) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Ah, he was more hanging outside of the door rather than being gone. Prolly should have made that clear :-\\. In any case, the officer and troopers have been pushed over))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((Dose this mean we get to do something before he comes back in))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((It's more of a Force Push and then the Figure comes steps into the room and does a little Force Lightning (which is what the Reflex save is for)))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((OOC: Oh OK))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Apologies if that was unclear. If you'd want, you can take that action back. If not, we need reflexes from the others))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser\n\n Garik draws and tosses his stun grenade into the doorway (Fortitude saves for the dark figure as well as the prone troopers, officer, and probably Tien), moves over to the pile of stunned and prone troopers (Heroic Surge).\n\n\n((OOC: Apparently this dark figure got a pre- errata Force Lightning the same way Zz'ditri got a 3.0 Fly spell , that's kinda cool 😏))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Initiative: (1d20+4)[ 18 ](22) \nReflex Save: (1d20+6)[ 19 ](25) \nAttack (grenade): (1d20+11)[ 4 ](15) "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nReflex Save:\n 1d20+6=15 "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien Vor\n\n The sullustan looks over his shoulder. \" Huh? \"\n\nReflex: 1d20+9=21 \nFortitude: 1d20+2=11 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Wee, the troopers rolled a nat 1, the officer got a total of 13 and the Dark Figure rolled a nat 20. The Force Lightning goes off. And he rolled an 18. Garik was the only one close to making it, but no one did actually :-\\))\n\nLightning comes shooting out of the Figures hands and you all get hit for a loss of 18 Vitality. He then whips out a lightsaber and activates it.\n\n\"Must we really go through this?\" the Figure asks. You notice the figure is wearing some sort of dark helmet, and it masks the figures voice (much like Leia in Return of the Jedi)"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Yes, We do, Say Bendak as he again Raises his arm this time to push the Dark Figure. At the same time Bendak tries to drew the lightsaber to his hand.\n\n\n\n Force Push (1d20+4=24) \n4 VP Cost\n Move Object (1d20+5=21) (Jedi Counseling 83: Move Object) "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "((OOC: initiative order will matter a lot here, because Garik's stun grenade will quite probably make the dark figure drop his lightsaber, which in turn will mean he doesn't get a save when Bendak pulls it to himself. If on the other hand, Bendak pulls the lightsaber first (and fails), then stunning the dark figure will drop his lightsaber to his feet, and Garik will move next to him instead of to the middle of the prone trooper pile. Also we still need fortitude saves for all of them, and a new round of reflex saves once Bendak's second Force Push goes off.))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Initiative: (1d20+6=21) "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n Initiative: 1d20+2=22 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((The way initiative has worked out is that the figure began to move into the room as the force push went off. As he got closer, the grenade went off (he made the save. Is he still stunned for a round, even though he made the save? If not, that's when the lightning hit, followed by the drawing of the lightsaber.))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((ok so were dose this leave my new force push and Move Object))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "He's still stunned for a round (and drops any carried weapons) unless he made the save by 5 or more, in which case he suffers no ill effect."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((He did, barely))\n\n((Alright, so the way this goes now is that you were all hit with Force Lightning, then he drew his lightsaber, and now Bendak is attempting to take his lightsaber (I get a reflex save for that, don't I?)))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "((OOC: It's a Will save to avoid Bendak taking his lightsaber, and a Reflex save to minimize damage from Bendak's Force Push and to avoid falling prone))."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((do i need to roll a confirmation of a critical hit for that force push since i rolled a 20.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((It's more of a check isn't it? If it's a check, don't worry about it. If it's more like an attack, I'd say go ahead and confirm))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((The Wizards DnD dice roller has been so nice to me, hehe. The figure natted the Will save))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " confirmation of a critical hit (1d20=18) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((The figure did, however, fail the reflex. So he has the lightsaber, but he has been knocked prone))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "((All right. So as I understand this, the dark figure, the officer, and the stormtroopers are all prone, have all taken 3d4 damage (twice) from the Force Push, and have all been knocked back 2 meters (taking an additional 1d6 damage each time if that pushed them into a wall). Garik's action then, after tossing the grenade (which means everybody EXCEPT the dark figure is also stunned for 1 round and drops their weapons), was to move up next to the dark figure, which in turn means I get to take an attack of opportunity if he tries to stand up before my next turn.\n\nI'll roll that now. (1d20+12)[ 3 ](15) (If that hits, he has to make another fort save or be stunned while still prone).\n\nAnyway, if I'm reading initiative right, the dark figure went, then Garik went (22), so now Kadlo (22) has to act before Garik (21) pulls the lightsaber and nails the figure with the second push, and then it is Tien Vor (?), the troopers lie there stunned, and the dark figure starts off the next round.\n\nDo I have it all right now?))."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Seems about right to me. The troopers that are still standing and the officer have an init of 15. Oh yes, there are some still alive, heh))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo stretches out his hand as if to grap something and uses the force to pull the loose weapons over towards the group.\n\nMove Object: 1d20+9=22 The DC for objects weighing 6 - 50 kg is 15. Each carbine weighs 2.2 kg; unless they are rifles in which case they each weigh 4 kg. "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "((OOC: Since I have no idea how Tien is affected by all this, I'm just going to say he was stunned and knocked over. He's now waiting for someone to come remove the binders. You guys can just keep going.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((So are we back to the top, or do other people still need to go?))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "((Yeah I'm pretty sure it's the dark figure's turn. Next it will be Garik, Kadlo, and Bendak in that order))."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((They are standard issue rifles that the troopers carry.))\n\nOn the ground, as Garik moves closer to him, the Figure stretches out his hand and Force Pushes Garik backwards. ((And unless Garik weighs more than 50 tons, he is successful. Garik gets a Will save. The dice rollers have been extremely kind to me))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Will Save: (1d20+3)[ 14 ](17) "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "((I'm guessing that as long as the Dark Figure paid 4 vitality points Garik has been moved 8 meters away (12 if he paid 5) by Move Object. Let me know if it was actually a Force Push, because in that case it would have been a Reflex Save.))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Again Bendak attempts to use Move Object this time for one of the stormtroopers fallen blaster riffles, Once the blaster riffle in hand, Bendak Targets the Dark Figure and opens fire.\n\n\n\n Move Object (1d20+5=22) \n RANGED ATTACK (1d20+7=25) \n DAMAGE (3d8=19) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Yes, he was indeed moved 8 meters away.))\n\nAfter being shot at, and losing 19 vit, the figure activates his lightsaber and quickly backs from the room and vanishes off down a corridor."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Apologies for not addressing things sooner. I'm in Wisconsin visiting the parents for Spring Break and I didn't have any time over the weekend to access the PC))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik moves back and picks up one of the E-11 carbines dropped by the stormtroopers.\n\nAttack of opportunity (in case one of them recovers from stun in time to try and stand up this round): (1d20+12)[ 17 ](29) (Fort save if hit to avoid being knocked out again)."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((is it OK if we loot the bodies of the stormtroopers for equipment well need for this escape attempt))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((As they are passed out and not dead, except for the semi conscious officer, I don't see why looting would be a problem))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((Just wanted to make sure it was OK because i know several GM's that don't allow it))\n\n Frack, We' need to get out of here, but first lets quickly search these trooper for any equipment we'll need , First Bendak retrieves his helmet, then he proceeds over to the troopers and searches them for any thing he can use, if any of then have a utility belt he takes it, once that's done he head over to the Officer, and grabs the officer uniform collar and pulls him upright and says, were that frack is are equipment and our ship you useless Mir'osik. once the officer answers Bendak questions, Bendak then lets go and lets him drop back to the ground.\n\n\n\n Search (1d20+7=18) \n Search (1d20+7=26) \n\n((translation: Mir'osik = Poo Doo for brains))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo will move over to one of the troopers and take his utility belt and rifle."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"I...have no...idea where....your things are,\" the officer says. \"I'm about as low a rank as you can get. Why do you think I was sent in here to serve you New Republic scum?\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Cyrus112 \n \"Why do you think I was sent in here to serve you New Republic scum?\" \n \n\nWith a Laugh of contempt Bendak replies, Why!! Because you are di'kutla di'kut that has no imagination and hasn't figured out how to work the system to his advantage, and wouldn't be in this situation with that Bendak lets go and grabs his pilfered blaster and fires a stun bolt\n\n\n Stun Attack (1d20+7=22) Stun DC 18\n((so what did we find?))\n((translation: di'kutla = useless, stupid, worthless: di'kut = idiot, useless individual, waste of space (lit. someone who forgets to put their pants on)))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \nWhile Bendak interrogates the officer, Garik will take one of the stormtrooper utility belts, then plunder the others for grenades and binder cuffs.\nTossing the binder cuffs to Tien and Kadlo, he will instruct them to cuff the officer and troopers together in a circle, running one set of cuffs through the legs of the bed.\nGarik then takes the officer's code cylinders, and suggests that they get moving before any more Imperials arive."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo will take the offered binders and begin to cuff the troopers to the bed. Once thats done, he will offer \"We should make our way to a computer terminal. I should be able to find where they are keeping our ship at the least.\" "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Uh...guys? \" Tien said, still sitting on the ground in the middle of all the fallen stormtroopers. \" Little help here when you get the chance? \" he gently reminded, gesturing to the binder cuffs that now restricted his movement and kept him from joining in the merry looting. "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo, completely forgetting about Tien's situation in the heat of the battle, pulls out his security kit and begins to undo the binder clasps.\n\nDisable Device: 1d20+12=20 + 2 (for Security Kit) = 22 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Kadlo sucessfully unlocks the binder cuffs. The officer is out cold.\n\n((Watcha doin guys? Don't take too much longer to decide :-P ))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Come on guys lets get the frack outta here, and find Kadlo his computer terminal, so we can find a ship and maybe are equipment and the artifacts too . say Bendak. Bendak then heads to the door and turns right and down the corridor, with his blaster rifle held at the ready."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Not just any ship! My ship! \" Tien snarled in little alien annoyance as he grabbed a rifle and a utility belt and ran after Bendak. He fumbled with the belt as he jogged, trying to tighten it down to his size. He eventually succeeded in having it simply hang low on his hips like his gunbelt had. "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik brings up the rear, covering the hallway behind them with his newly aquired E-11."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "As you disappear down the one hallway, you notice at the other end that some storm troopers were starting to trot towards your room. A few bolts fly at you, but none hit anyone."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \nAC: 18\nVitality: 8/26\nWP: 11/11\n\nThe Sullustan ducked as several blaster bolts sizzled through the air over his head. He could smell the burned air as he threw his own rifle behind him to snap off a quick shot in reply while keeping the others out of his line of fire. He didn't take too much time to aim as he was still running, just pointing vaguely with the unfamiliar weapon and squeezing off a shot. He squeaked out a terrified Sullustan battlecry just for good measure.\n\nOOC: I don't have a proficiency in blaster rifles, so here we go.\n\n Initiative (1d20+4=19) \n Attack (Not Proficient -4) (1d20+4=7) \n Invisible Castle hates me. 🫤 "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "As Bendak Continues to advances down corridor at the approaching stormtroopers He opens fire with the E-11 Blaster rifle.\n\n Initiative: (1d20+6=24) \n RANGED ATTACK (1d20+7=19) \n DAMAGE (3d8=11) "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \nGarik blasts away at any stormtroopers that his companions dont' drop, taking only a 2m step forward as he fires.\n\nInitiative: (1d20+4)[ 2 ](6) \n1st Attack: (1d20+10)[ 2 ](12) for (3d8+2)[ 6 ][ 1 ][ 3 ](12) damage.\n2nd Attack: (1d20+10)[ 17 ](27) for (3d8+2)[ 4 ][ 5 ][ 7 ](18) damage.\n3rd Attack: (1d20+5)[ 3 ](8) for (3d8+2)[ 7 ][ 6 ][ 3 ](18) damage.\n(add 1 to all attacks and damage if the enemy is within 10m)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Hmm, I don't know if there was a misunderstanding, but you aren't heading towards the storm troopers. With the direction you all were going, you are heading away from them. It's not necessary to stop to take them out. You can, of course but it's not required. If you'd all like to modify actions, you are more than welcome to))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((OOC: Oops didn't noticed that))\n\nWell in that case Bendak Heads down the corridor as fast as he can away from the stormtroopers, but still opens fire on them."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "((OOC: I missed that as well. The only change I'll make though is to make that 2m step backwards and after firing. The rest stays.))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nWith Bendak and Garik giving cover fire, Kadlo simply keeps his head down and tries to move as fast as he can. The sooner they find a computer terminal, the sooner they can find their ship and gear and then get out of here."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Garik manages to take a storm trooper out as you all round the corner. This hallway seems devoid of people.\n\nThere are various doors to your right and left as you go down the hallway. The corridor swings around to the left at the other end of the hallway. There is also a large room at the other end of the hallway and you can see that original officer who picked you up planetside."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((For all those who like the way this game is running, I'm restarting another one that I've had going on GitP for a long time. Anyone interested in perhaps participating, the recruitment thread is entitled Alerian Chronicles: Illumination (Restarting and Recruiting). One bit of warning. The post is ah...just a wee bit on the long side))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The officer seems to be motioning for your group, although you can't tell what exactly. As you get closer, it is indeed the seemingly kind Remnant officer that didn't search you too thoroughly."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Seeing the officer motion for them to come to him, Bendak Heads toward him realizing that he might be a Rebel say that can help them. Once he close enough to be heard he says, Who are you ."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Assuming you all enter the room...))\n\n\"I apologize for having to arrest you earlier. I am a New Republic spy who has been undercover for the Remnant for two years now. I've recently been trying to find out what they are up to. I have some information for the Jedi Masters.\"\n\nHe pulls one of the artifacts out of his pocket.\n\n\"This is the Light Side holocron. The Dark Side holocron is with the Dark Masters apprentice, Darth Malice. He was one of the reasons I was sent in, to discover his identity. We think he may be the New Republic spy working for the Remnant. Here.\"\n\nHe hands you the holocron, and a data pad.\n\n\"Your ship is in hangar A, two floors down from here. I put the rest of your supplies in there, stowed away in one of the medical compartments, along with a few supplies. I've temporarily disabled the tractor beam, but it won't hold for much longer. Hurry, if we're seen, my cover will be blown and I will be of no more use. All of the information I've discovered is on that data pad. Stay hidden while I check the hallway.\"\n\n((If you all don't immediately step into the room, ignore this post))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \nGarik stepped into the room, and covered the hallway with his blaster rifle while listening to the man's speech. When he finishes, Garik takes the datapad, leaving someone else to take the holocron.\n \"Thanks for the help, sir. We'll be sure to put in a good word for you at headquarters once we get out of here ... speaking of which, let's get the kriffing gfersh out of here!\" \n\n((Assuming the others agree, Garik will take point as they head for the hangar bay))."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bandak takes the holocron and then turns to Garik and say, yes time to get the hell out of here , to the spy he says, May the Force be with you ."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"First, let me check to see if the coast is clear.\"\n\nHe pokes his head out to look around.\n\n\"You're good to go. Go down this hallway about fifty meters. There will be an elevator shaft that will lead to the level you need. There should be signs posted once you hit that floor to show where the hangar is. Tread carefully, I'm sure you'll find many stormtroopers between here and the hangar. May the Force be with you all.\""
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nOnce in the elevator, Garik will open his medical kit and give Tien some painkillers (taking 10 on Treat Injury to restore 9 vitality points)."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak Nods to the spy and then head down the passage way until he reached the elevator shaft and waits for the other be for he hits the elevator call button. once in the elevator he hits the button to send the elevator down two decks."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \nAC: 18\nVitality: 17/26\nWP: 11/11\n\nThe Sullustan had just been glaring at the officer for a bit, but eventually he just shrugged, slapped the guy on the back, and headed out of the room with everyone else. He was moving stiffly, that force lightning having really worked him over, so the pain killers were a blessing. He couldn't wait until they got his ship back. Then he'd show those Imperial garbage scows how to fly."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo follows the others, keeping an eye out for a double-cross. It all seemed to pat and pretty to be true. They easily escaped from their cell, slipped by a group of troopers with barely a blaster bolt exchanged between them and now the Imp officer who arrested them was giving them their things and sending them merrily on their way home. It just seemed way to simple. But Kadlo was not one to look a gift Bantha in mouth and so he kept up with the others."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The elevator door opens and you see that small group of storm troopers is heading down the hall away from you (their backs are to the group). There are indeed signs showing which way the various hangars are, and the storm troopers are heading in the general direction of Hangar A"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik primes one of the grenades taken from the first batch of stormtroopers, and tosses it into the crowd before taking cover in the doorway.\n\n((Assuming standard frag grenade at a range of 10m, that will be:\nAttack roll (10 to hit target square) (1d20+8)[ 6 ](14) \nDamage (4m blast radius, reflex save dc 15 for half damage) (4d6+2)[ 2 ][ 2 ][ 2 ][ 2 ](10) ))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The grenade goes off, dropping most of the storm troopers. The one left standing somehow got his helmet twisted on backwards. He's stumbling around, groping blindly with his hands and eventually smacks his head on some bulkhead and falls over, unconscious ((guess what he naturally rolled, heh)).\n\nYou hear a stormtroopers voice from the other direction.\n\n\"What was that?\"\n\nFootsteps are coming closer to your direction.\n\n((Anyone peeking a head out?))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak sticks his head out for a quick peek, and is ready to use his blaster if need be."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik stays back behind cover and changes the power pack on his E-11."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "There's a solitary stormtrooper coming down the hallway, blaster raised. He has apparently not seen you pokin your head out yet."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak seeing the lone trooper approaching switches his rifle over to stun, and waits until the trooper comes in to stun range and then open fires.\n\n\n RANGED ATTACK (1d20+7=18) Stun DC 18"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((*Wince* He natted the second spot check. Roll a d20 plus dex, we'll see who gets a shot off first))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((here we go))\n 1d20+2=21 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Go ahead with the attack roll Bendak))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((Can i use the one from above or do you want a new one.))\n\nOnce the trooper comes in to stun range Bendak open fires with a stun bolt.\n\n RANGED ATTACK (1d20+7=24) Stun DC 18\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Graybacca \n RANGED ATTACK (1d20+7=18) Stun DC 18 \n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The stormtroopers lets out a quick, exclamatory sound and then falls over, stunned. There appears to be no other movement in the corridor, despite the loud explosion that just went off."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik steps back into the hall and surveys the area for more enemies. If none are visible he'll move to the bodies and make sure they are all unconscious or dead, before checking the bodies for ammo, grenades, and unusual items. He'll also grab one of their detachable helmet commlinks and plug it into his own headset (so that he will be alerted if anyone calls this squad to report other activity)."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "All stormtroopers are either knocked out or dead. You get six more rifles (or the blaster packs from each if you're just taking those). Nothing unusual, though. I'd ask for a computer use check (or something similar like knowledge: electronics or some such) to get the helmet commlink hooked up to yours"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "after the he shot the trooper Bendak step into the corridor and survey the damage for a moment He then move to help Garik collect the stormtroopers blasters and any equipment in there utility belts they can use once done Bendak say, Come on lets move out before more trouble finds us. "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "(( Computer Use: (1d20+12)[ 14 ](26) Repair: (1d20+12)[ 14 ](26) ))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Good to go. You have a stormtrooper comlink patched into your own comlink"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \nLeading the way with his blaster ready, the burly human heads down the corridors towards the hangar area."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The way seems pretty clear for the most part as you make your way towards the hangar. At the hangar, though, you can see a few squads of stormtroopers in different areas around the hangar, standing alert."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nAs soon as the veteran soldier spots the enemy, he ducks back around the corner and motions the others to stop. He then informs them of the situation using hand signals."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Having followed Garik to the hanger, moving to the corner with Garik Bendak whispers, This dose not look good, but do you think we can take them, or make the dash to the ship. \n\n((OK how many Troopers are there, and how far is the ship from the door and what type of cover is available in the hanger.))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n \"It'll take a minute to warm up the engines and get us off the ground, even skipping the preflight checklist. We got a plan, guys?\" Tien whispered, crouching down near the rest of them. "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo looks around for a nearby computer terminal, either in the hall they came through or nearby in the hangar behind some cover. \"Maybe I can create a diversion, send them to another part of the ship or draw some of them off in some way.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Alright. The ship is about halfway into the hangar, so its about ((I don't know the exact dimensions on a Star Destroyer so bear with me, hehe)) 70 meters away. There are groups of storm troopers stationed at various places throughout the hangar. Each squad has five storm troopers. There are three squads about 20 meters in, three more around the ship, and then about five squads around the perimeter. There is cover, but it is sparse. You did notice, however, that there are TIE Fighters docked high up in the hangar..."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "As Bendak accesses the situation they face Bendak is hit with an idea but not shore he could pull it off by himself he turns to Kadlo and says, Kadlo do you think if we worked together we could pull one or two of those TIE's off there rack and make them crash to the deck. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I have fallen into the realm of...BUMP))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo sizes up Bendak's idea, gazing at the Tie Fighters above. \"It just might work. It certainly would create a large enough diversion to draw off that many troopers.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Kadlo, you notice that the TIE's are being held up via things that resemble very large grappling hooks (the name escapes me at the moment). You could probably control them via some sort of terminal..."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((I think the word your looking for is Clamp))\n\n\n Spot check to find Computer terminal. (1d20+5=23) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Yes, thank you. That is exactly the word I was looking for, hehe.))\n\nYou catch a glimpse of a terminal in a little side room next to the hangar."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Hay over there there's a terminal we could use . Says Bendak. Bendak then heads in to the room and towards the terminal."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik follows."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((It's all up to Kadlo at this point. Just keep an eye out for storm troopers or worse 😉))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo darts into the other room, intent on getting to the terminal before they were all spotted by the stormtroopers. Once there, Kadlo begins rapidly accessing information, attempting to find the clamp release commands in the system.\n\n Computer Use: 1d20+12=31 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((*whistle* Nice roll))\n\nYou rather quickly find the clamp system for the TIE Fighters, and you also notice that a ship, registered to Apprentice, is set to depart within the next twenty minutes or so from hangar A. You also notice that currently, the tractor beam has been disabled."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nBefore proceeding with their own plans, runs a scan through the personnel database to see if there are any records of \"Apprentice\". While that scan is running, he begins to program a timer for the tractor beam to power-on and lock onto Apprentice's ship if need be. Then he will do the same timing program for the clamp releases."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Its destination is unknown. The craft itself appears to be a heavily modified X-Wing. So modified that you wouldn't be able to tell that it's an X-Wing just by looking at it. The only other thing that comes up while searching for anything related to the Apprentice is the word Vader ((oh, I went there)).\n\nThe timer programs begin whenever you want them to.\n\n((I messed up slightly. The ship is called the Apprentice. It's registered to a Vader))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nUpon reading the name of the person the ship is registered to, Kadlo furrows his brow. \"Nahh. . .\" he thinks to himself, \"that's just not possible. But what are the odds.\" He shakes his head again and returns to his work. He sets the timer on the tractor beam for 1 minute prior to the Apprentice's departure (plus whatever time may be needed for the tractor beam generator to warm-up and come online.) Working feverishly, Kadlo then sets a cypher lock on the program to keep others from disabling it, but leaving a backdoor for him to disable in case something goes wrong.\n Computer Use: 1d20+12=31 \n Once complete, he sets the timer on the clamp mechanism to 4 minutes and sets 5 random clamps to disengage at 45 seconds apart. Kadlo quickly turns to Tien. \"How long to fire up the engines and get us out of here?\" With Tien's answer, Kadlo then programs the remaining clamps to disengage 1 minute after the ship should be clearing the hanger deck. He then places the same cypher lock with backdoor on the clamp's so others can not tamper with his programming. "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Being a pilot himself Bendak dose some quick calculation and says, ruffly six minuets Even with an abbreviated check list, maybe four if we forgo the check list all together. "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo nods at Bendak's computations and programs them into the computer. He didn't want to risk one of the fighters coming down on their ship, ruining their chance at escape. But then again, he wanted to give them as little oppurtunity as possible to give chase."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "\" I'm not running a checklist with those Imps on our butts,\" Tien said, shooting Bendak a look, \"However, I will be running a scan for any foreign objects or recent changes to the system. For all we know, they might have just junked the nav computer altogether...then we'd be really screwed.\" He leaned out from their hiding spot just a bit to count the number of stormtroopers between the ship and himself, then thought about the last time his little legs had to run him somewhere. This was going to be messy. \" Ready whenever you are, guys.\" "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " OK then, once those TIE's drop we run as fast and as hard as we can to the ship, once we get there, Tien get to the cockpit and get the bird ready to fly, Kadlo if you could go to engineering and check it out, Garik you have a chose you can ether go to the laser cannon to dissuade any prosuite, or go to the cockpit and man the retractable Blaster, me I'll take what ever you don't chose. says Bendak"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n \"I'll take the cannon, and may the Force be with us!\" "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " OK then I'll take the retractable Blaster, is every one ready? Says Bendak"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You all hear a loud crash coming from the hangar, some screams and lots of confused chatter. Two stormtroopers come trotting around the corner at the other end of the hallway.\n\n\"Hey!\" one of them calls as more crashes can be heard from the hangar."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n Using Affect Mind to create a suggestion: \n \"Technical Support,\" Kadlo calls out. \"We're working on the issue.\" \nAffect Mind: 1d20+9=17 . Their Will Saving Throw DC is 15. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The stormtroopers look at each other, shrug and go look at the carnage being wreaked by falling TIE's in the hangar."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Good Job Kadlo, Says Bendak, But lets get moving . With that Bendak follow the stormtroopers to the hanger, Once in the hanger he makes a dash for the ship."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo turns to Bendak and smiles. Once the programming is complete, Kadlo trots through the hall to catch up with Bendak. Once in the hangar, he will also dash to the ship, saying as he goes. \"Technical support. Everything is under control. Just need some parts.\" Once in the ship, he will head to engineering to assist in prep and take off."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "No one pays attention to your group as you all make a mad dash for the ship. They are busy dodging TIE's, or trying to help comrades out of some of the wreckage."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nThe little Sullustan resists the urge to kick fallen stormtroopers as he sprints towards the Aurora Sprite 's ramp, grinning a fierce little grin despite his burned skin and clothing. If no one objects, he will head straight to the cockpit and toss himself into the pilot's seat.\n\n\" Hey, honey, did you miss me? \" he said, smoothing a hand over one of the consoles. \" Now, did any of the bad men hurt you while I was gone? \" he wondered aloud as he started a quick systems check for any recent changes in hardware or software. \n\nComputer Use: 1d20+9=22 "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak Heads for the Cockpit and hops in to the seat behind the co-pilots seat and warms up the retractable Blaster once that's done he transfers controls of the Blaster to the co-pilots station, and then moves and sits in the co-pilots to help with warming up the Sprite's systems.\n\n\n Computer Use (1d20+12=25) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "It appears that all systems are functional and no tampering has taken place. While most of the storm troopers are preoccupied, a few stare at the ship, but none are taking action."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nThe former mercenary straps his large frame into the gunner's chair, and grabs the targeting yoke, but will not fire unless the stormtroopers take some action against the ship."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo takes a look over the engine components; having learned his lesson last time, he is looking for any foreign objects, specifically bombs or tracking devices. One that is done, he will head over to where the medical supplies are stored and check to see all their equipment and weapons have been returned."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nSatisfied that nothing's been tampered with, Tien starts to shoot through the bare essentials for startup. In only a few moments the whine of the repulsorlifts warming up can be heard as a soft thrum washes over the deckplates. \" Alright, baby, let's show these space banthas what a real ship can do. \" he said, kissing his hand before slapping it down on the console.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Scanning the engine, Kadlo, you notice that the ship has been repaired, and true to his word, the spy gave you medical supplies as well as all of your gear. You notice that you have one of the holocrons, but not both. As you leave the hangar, you notice the cloaked/masked figure from before holding up the limp form of the spy. He appears to be struggling weakly. The figure turns your way and begins to advance after throwing the spy into the bulkhead. The spy smacks the bulkhead and twists in an unnatural way, his head twisted so it is facing the wrong way. He's obviously dead. The figure then heads towards the heavily modded X-Wing. He hops into the cockpit and begins pursuit, but as programmed, the tractor beam activates and keeps him from pursuing."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nAs the cowled figure advanced across the hanger towards the ship, Tien knew the figured crumpled against the wall wasn't ever getting up again. His alien brows knitting together, the pilot slapped the console and growled into the comm line. \" Garik, give that sithspawn a taste of the laser cannon. I want to leave him a going away present. \" \n\nHe waited for the soft thump of the laser before he punched up the throttle and sent the Aurora Sprite roaring out of the hangar, its afterburners blowing away stormtroopers and scorching the ground on the way out."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Seeing the Dark figure throw the spy and start to head for his ship Bendak activities and targets the Dark figure with the retractable Blaster cannons. The Cannon drops down and starts firing, as it starts firing Bendak says, Take this you Fracking Sithspawn. \n Blaster cannons (retractable) Attack Bonus: +16 (+1 size, +7 crew, +8 fire control) (1d20+16=30) \n Blaster cannons (retractable) Attack (4d8=19) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The figure seems to blur, and he reaches out with his arm. A live stormtrooper is pulled into his grip, and the stormtrooper takes the brunt of the damage, although they both go flying backwards. The figure gets up and shakes off and heads for his ship after that. The ship starts up and begins to leave the hangar, only to be pulled back in by the tractor beam."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nRather than trying to hit the tiny figure of the Dark Jedi, Garik opens fire on the tractored X-Wing with the Aurora Sprite's main laser cannon.\n\nAttack 1: (1d20+10)[ 8 ](18) \nDamage: (8d10)[ 1 ][ 3 ][ 4 ][ 2 ][ 10 ][ 2 ][ 1 ][ 6 ](29) \nAttack 2: (1d20+10)[ 18 ](28) \nDamage: (8d10)[ 6 ][ 4 ][ 10 ][ 10 ][ 6 ][ 7 ][ 6 ][ 4 ](53) \n\n((OOC: I don't know what the stats are on this cannon or its fire control, so I just used the one from the stock YT1300))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Attack 3: (1d20+5)[ 20 ](25) \nDamage: (8d10)[ 7 ][ 8 ][ 1 ][ 1 ][ 9 ][ 8 ][ 7 ][ 4 ](45) "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "(Critical confirmation roll for Attack 3) (1d20+5)[ 7 ](12) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You damage the ship, but because of the heavy modifications and its odd look, you can't tell how badly it was damaged. There appears to be no pursuit from the Super Star Destroyer as you fly away."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((Here are the ships stats again they were posted origanty between pages 7-10.\n Aurora Sprite\nCraft: Modified Corellian Engineering Corporation YT-1300\nClass: Space Transport\nCrew: 1-2 (Skilled +4)\nSize: Small (26.7m long)\nInitiative: +5 (+1 size, +4 crew)\nHyperdrive: x2 (backup x12)\nManeuvers: +5 (+1 size ,+0 Man/eng.,+4 crew)\nPassengers: 6\t\t\t\nDefense: 21 (+1 size,+10 armour)\nCargo Capacity: 100 metric ton\nShield Points: 30 (DR20)\nConsumables: 2 Months\t\nHull Points: 120 (DR20)\nCost: 122,0000 creits (new), 30,500(used)\nMaximum Speed: Attack (8 squares/action)\nAtmospheric Speed: 800 km/h (13 squares/action)\n\nWeapon: Laser cannon (1); Fire Arc: Turret; Attack Bonus: +7 (+4 fire control,+1 size,+2 gunner); Damage: 4d10x2; Range: Short\n\nWeapon: Blaster cannons (retractable); Fire Arc: Turret; Attack Bonus: +11 (+1 size, +2 gunner, +8 fire control); Damage: 4d8; Range: Short; Range Increment: 40 Meters \n\n P.S. when you go to figure out the Attack Bonus for the weapon your using you replace the gunner/crew number with your ranged attack number and don't forget like i did, you get a +2 synergy bonus for every 5 ranks in computer use))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nAs the freighter jumps to hyperspace, Garik unfastens himself from the gunner's seat and heads up to the cockpit. \"Good flying Tien. Who the gfersh was that dark Jedi guy?\"\n\n (OOC: Thanks for the stats. I guess that makes my attack rolls 22, 32, and 29/16). \n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((So hows about a lil bumpness?))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n The Sullustan leaned back into the pilot's chair, letting out a heavy sigh once the pinpoints of the stars had stretched into brilliant lines and the ship had made the jump to hyperspace. He seemed to deflate, resting his eyes and injured body. \" I need some rest...and a medpack. \" he mumbled tiredly. "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "After the ship makes it to hyperspace, Bendak Gets out of co-pilot seat and heads back to where there gear is to collect his things, once he has his gear Bendak heads to his cabin to get some rest."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The CommStation begins a gentle boop boop-ing if anyone is around to hear it."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nTien stirrs from a short nap in the pilot's chair. With a yawn he reaches over to slap the comm control to activate it. \" Vorg's Salvage. you break it we take it. \" he mumbled sleepily. "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "After a short nap Bendak returns to the cockpit just in time to here Tien awnser comm."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"Is..is this the Aurora Sprite? Lieutenant Solo here. You people are way over your check in time. We're worried. Give us an update on your status.\""
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo makes his way forward to the cockpit just as Bendak arrives. Having a moment to take a look around, he notices the Sullustan's condition and returns to get some medical supplies. With supplies in hand, he returns to the cockpit."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak takes over the comm from Tien, Lieutenant Solo this i Jedi Bendak Jast of Aurora Sprite, we know were over due to check in we had some unforseen imperial entanglement, is Master Nrook there. "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser\n \nGarik, who by now has returned to check on his gear, is now cleaning his Firelance."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "There is a bit of a pause.\n\n\"This is Master Nrook. What is your status?\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Master we're all a little worse for wear, but we were able to retrieve the light-side holocron and lightsaber but we lost the dark-side holocron and saber to the empire, also are suppositions have been confirmed, we can discussed it in further detail once we get back aboard. Says Bendak."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "[OCC]\n \n Spoiler \n\nJust a little clarification. Did they get both the darkside holocron and lightsaber or just the holocron? I was under the assumption it was just the holocron as mentioned here . And the saber was also one of the things I was looking for when I checked our gear as I was the one who intially brought it out of the temple.\n \n\n[/OCC]"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((The masked figure that killed the spy has the dark side holocron and the lightsaber from the dark side pedastal. You have the light side holocron and lightsaber))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "((OCC: Thanks. Just wanted to be sure.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Sure sure. I'm always happy to answer questions if there's confusion. I know sometimes I don't always describe things in the most clear fashion.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"Roger that, Aurora Sprite. We hope to see you soon.\"\n\n((Patented Lucas fade to new scene))\n\nYou exit hyperspace some time later and your CommStation begins to boop as the Dauntless comes into view."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Aurora Sprite to Dauntless requesting permission to dock . Says Bendak as he switches on the comm system."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nTien scooted foreward a little in the pilot's seat, flipping a few switches. You hear the rumbling sound of the engines die off a bit as the Aurora Sprite continues to move in on her own momentum, the frictionless vacuum of space letting her set her own pace. \" Frag that. \" Tien muttered as he reached over and activated the comm again. \" Dauntless , this is Aurora Sprite , we're starting our approach. Clear some room, will ya? \"\n\nTien sat back and grinned at Bendak before taking the controls again.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"Roger that, Aurora Sprite. You are clear for entry.\"\n\nEverything goes smoothly, and as you all walk off the ship, you see Master Nrook, Lieutenant Solo and Admiral Niel waiting for you.\n\n\"Follow us,\" Admiral Niel says as he begins to make his way out of the hangar with Master Nrook and the Lieutenant."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak Follows Admiral Niel and the other to were ever they go."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" What? No 'Welcome home, guys!'? No Twi'lek dancing girls? \" Tien frowned, hooking his thumbs in his belt petulantly. \" I'm hurt. \" Nonetheless, he follows Bendak at a brisk jog when everyone starts to take off without him. \" Not a bad run, eh, Jedi? You know, I was surprised these New Republic dweebs could even afford me, but it turned out alright. I didn't die. \" he reasoned, spreading his hands out to illustrate his point. \" So I may just stay on board if I can do some tinkering with my new ship. \" he added, rambling as per his usual, not really checking to see if anyone was listening or not.\n "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nIn a low tone, so that only Tien can hear him, Kadlo says, \"My guess is they will ask the mission be continued. We found two holocrons and returned with only one. I am sure they will ask us to find this Sith Lord and retrieve the other holocron. So don't get settled in yet.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You all find yourselves in the same debriefing room you were in after your first venture out. Admiral Niel looks at the group after you all take seats.\n\n\"Firstly, I'd like to say it's good to see that you all made it. Secondly, what happened? You were gone far longer than you should have been.\""
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n \"The Imperial Remmnant happened sir\" the bearded soldier says as he seats his massive frame in one of the small military-issue chairs. \"The Remmnant and some upstart Darth Vader wannabe.\" "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nThe sullustan turned back to look at Kadlo. \" Go after that psycho Jedi? Sorry, no. I'm not suicidal. \" Tien huffed. \" They can pay me for this job, then we'll negotiate if they want me to do something else for them. I didn't sign up for the New Republic or anything so they can't just tell me to do anything they want. \" Tien shook his head. \" No, siree, not this Sullustan. We're smarter than that. I set my own destiny, despite what these Jedi people want to tell you. \"\n\nTien followed everyone into the briefing room and threw himself into the nearest seat, putting his feet up on the table.\n "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Before going to take a seat Bendak Gives a slit Bow as he says, Master, as Garik Has said the Imperial Remnant happened, they captured after we finally escaped the temple, they took the two holocrons and then took use to there ship a Executor-class Star Dreadnought, before they could interrogate use we managed to escape confinement, we were then aided by a republic spy who was able to retrieve one Holocron the lightside one and two of the saber the one you lent me and the one recovered with the Lightside holocrom he then help use with directions to the hanger, he tried to resume his mission, but he was caught and killed by the Darksider. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Master Nrook looks intently at the group.\n\n\"And did you get a good look at this Dark Side jedi? We have reason to believe he may be the spy working for the Remnant.\"\n\nAdmiral Niel sighs.\n\n\"Captain Stron was a good man. He was undercover for quite awhile. What all did he give you before he....was killed?\""
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n \"Of the dark-sider, we know only what we have told you. He was completely draped in black and wearing an odd helmet. We saw nothing of his true features. But Captain Stron also gave us a datapad. We haven't had the oppurtunity to investigate it yet.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Admiral Niel looks expectant.\n\n\"Could we see the datapad? We could hook it up right now and take a look.\""
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n \"If I am not mistaken, Bendak has the datapad.\" "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " \"No, Garik has the Datapad i have the Holocron\" "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Wordlessly, Garik slides the datapad across the table to the admiral."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Master Nrook turns to the group.\n\n\"May we have the holocron as well?\"\n\n((Assuming all is handed over...))\n\nAdmiral Niel plugs both the holocron and the datapad into a computer terminal.\n\nThe first thing to pop up are schematics for that heavily modded ship that the dark figure was piloting, followed by full schematics for the construction of a lightsaber, and *gasp* the schematics for a large, orbital battle station ((yes, a Death Star. All those with knowledge history or star ships, make a check if you'd like)).\n\n\"Surely, the Remnant isn't thinking of building another one? Admiral, this holocron appears to also have pieces of co-ordinates.\"\n\nMaster Nrook turns to the group.\n\n\"Were any locations mentioned or heard in passing while you were captured?\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " I don't believe they mentioned any location in are presence . Says Bendak\n\n Knowledge: starship (1d20+7=22) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Bendak, you recall from the Rebellion era, talk of some sort of battlestation that could destroy planets, but you don't know how factual that information was.\n\nMaster Nrook speaks up.\n\n\"We believe that, with some other information hidden in these holocrons, that once all are collected, will show us the way to the lost Valley of the Jedi. We could see the Jedi Order restored to its former place in the galaxy if this information is correct. We luckily have more in the way of co-ordinates than the Remnant does. Whoever discovers the location first may very well turn the tide of this struggle. If we're reading this right, your next destination is Hoth. You will have some time to rest, as we will all make our way over there, in an attempt to insure that you aren't taken captive again. Any questions?\""
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n \"Yes,\" Kadlo says. \"From our team's standpoint, how long will the journey take? And what type of environment will we be encountering?\" His voice then drops to a more supplicant level. \"On a more personal level, is it possible for someone to teach me to use a lightsaber? I found them highly effective on our last mission.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Admiral Niel speaks up.\n\n\"Hoth is a barren planet filled with ice and snow. The Rebels used it as a base of operations when taking on the Empire back during the Rebellion era. It appears that the Jedi placed holocrons at historically significant points throughout the galaxy. With the proper guesswork, I imagine the other holocrons could be found without the hints from the previous holocrons. I'll have my men look into it. It should take us the better part of a week to get to Hoth.\"\n\nMaster Nrook looks at Kadlo.\n\n\"Does this mean you are ready to learn the ways of the Jedi, young Kadlo?\""
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Ah, great. Another one. \" Tien huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. \" I don't see why you guys are so obsessed with these Jedi, anyway. When one of you guys goes nuts, planets start dying . I say we just leave it be. \" he grumbled. Then, in a strange shift of tone, he perked up. \" On the other hand, keep paying me and I'll fly you wherever you need. Besides, I got a score to settle with these Imperial nerf herders. \" he grinned. \n "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo looks to Master Nrook. \"Yes. I believe I am ready.\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " And i look forward to continuing and expanding my training, Master Nrook , says Bendak."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Master Nrook smiles.\n\n\"Of course. You will both get plenty of practice over this next week.\"\n\n((Alright. Kadlo, you can give yourself proficiency with the lightsaber. Everyone else can take skill focus or, if you can convince me, some other type of feat, hehe. It will show training over the next week or so as you all make your way to Hoth. :-P))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Sorry for not posting sooner. Over the past two days, I haven't been able to get onto GitP for some reason. Anyone have anything to say, or are we fast forwarding via screen wipe 😉))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((i vote fast forwarding via screen wipe))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "((ditto to that))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "((Oh, and would Quickdraw be an acceptable feat choice?))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Sure, quickdraw will work))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Woo, patented wipe.))\n\nThe next week passes by quickly, as you all have things to keep you busy. You are all called into a briefing room a week later. As you get to the door, once again Master Nrook comes walking out, arguing loudly with Skywalker (I don't remember right now what I gave him for a first name, hehe).\n\n\"Master, let me prove myself. I'm ready for this! You're holding me back.\"\n\n\"You are still too rash and impulsive, young Skywalker. You act before thinking. Much power you have, and yet you have not yet mastered it. For the last time, no. You will stay here and train.\"\n\nSkywalker storms off muttering. Lieutenant Solo comes walking down the hall after looking at Skywalker in a peculiar way.\n\nMaster Nrook sighs, \"Welcome all. Come in.\"\n\nLieutenant Solo follows you all in and sits at the back of the room, seemingly taking notes. Admiral Niel stands.\n\n\"Welcome again, group. As we mentioned before, Hoth is an ice planet. It is extremely cold, so you'll all need to bundle up. We sent some scouts out yesterday to set up a base camp. We believe the ruins of the old Rebel base will hold the next holocrons. Be careful. You'll have to contend with more than just the biting cold and possibly the Remnant. Some of indeginous creatures are quite formidable. Any questions?\""
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien\n\n \" Great...first trees and now ice . Why can't we go to a nice warm , dry planet for a change? Or even better, how about we go find something on a space station? \" Tien grumbles, as per usual. \" It's always giant statues and 'formidable indeginous creatures' with you people. \" he smirked. \" But nah, I'm ready whenever you all-powerful Jedi are. Let's do it. \" "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n \"Will you be able to outfit us with survival gear? Garik asks. \"An Idellian life-form scanner might be helpful, along with ration packs, cold weather clothing, emergency shelters, a sensor beacon and a distress beacon\" he says, ticking them off on his fingers. "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " No Questions Master just an equipment request, in case we face anything like on the last mission, some T-21 Light repeating Blasters, and some sort of Detonite shaped charges would come in handy. Says Bendak"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Admiral Niel nods.\n\n\"We've outfitted a room close to the hangar with all of the necessary gear. Just talk to the man in charge down there, tell him I gave you permission, and you'll be able to get your hands on what you've requested.\"\n\n((Everything Bendak and Garik suggested has now been supplied to your group. Anything else need to be addressed?))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n \n\"Always a pleasure doing business with you Admiral. We'll get those overpriced collectors items for you and be back before you can say 'Bantha ribs'\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Alrighty. So you all make your way down to the hangar, get equipped and make your way to your ship. It seems awfully crowded down here. You see some people dressed similarly to yourselves. Skywalker is leaning against the bulkhead, watching you all go with a sullen look.\n\nPrep for flight, situating yourselves yadda yadda yadda.\n\nAs you begin to leave the hangar....((spot checks for those in the cockpit))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "spot: (1d20+1)[ 4 ] "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Anyone else in the cockpit? I won't give results til then, heh))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Spot: (1d20+5=24) "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nSpot: 1d20+6=22 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((You are all soo lucky there are others in the cockpit aside from Garik, hehe. Had he been the only one, you all would have missed this fun little bit of info.))\n\nAs you are pulling out of the hangar, ready to descend to Hoth, Tien and Bendak notice the heavily modified ship that was last seen in the Remnant hangar that belonged to a certain masked Dark Jedi..."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nThe pilot almost threw on the brakes when he saw the X-Wing, recognizing it instantly. However, when your ass-end weighs several thousand tons it's impossible to find a dead stop very quickly. So, throwing on the comm as the Aurora Sprite coasted out of the hangar, Tien tried to raise the Admiral.\n\n\" Dauntless , this is Aurora Sprite , put the Admiral on the line right now! Get him on a secure line right now and don't you dare argue with me! \" Tien snarled into the line before anyone could answer. He traded a look with Bendak, his anxiety clear on his face. "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "upon spotting the ship Bendak let out a litany of fowl oaths"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"This is Lieutenant Solo, Aurora Sprite, Admiral Niel is currently occupied. What seems to be the problem?\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " I don't Fracking Care if he is occupied get him on this comm channel now!! yells Bendak"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nFinishing up with his pre-flight checks with the engines, Kadlo finds himself a seat in the lounge with a cup of blended coffee. As the ship bucks and brakes like a Utapaun lizard, coffee spilling all over him, Kadlo jumps up and hits the intercomm. \"What's going on up there?\" "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n \n\"WHAT THE KRIFFING CHUFF-SUCKING FESTERING SHEE HAJA PRUGNUFICATING STARFORSAKEN FLAMING KRAZZSCH TUNDING FROTZING MRADHE MUCK!\" Garik exclaims when he finally sees what his companions saw. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Lieutenant Solo's voice loses it's slightly fawning air and becomes a bit cool.\n\n\"The Admiral has many other important things to attend to, aside from your bumbling little group. I'm not risking my rank to go and bug him because you have a few last, pestersome questions. Don't you have places to be?\""
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik continues his commentary on the situation as he sprints for the gun turret."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " You Fracking Nerf's ass if you don't get him on this comm now! you will lose your rank and I'll personally see to it that your charged with dereliction of duty and giving aid and comfort to the enemy during a time of war. Yells Bendak"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"What is this bantha poodoo you speak of? Listen, nerf herder, at least get your terms right. It's aiding and imbedding. And how am I aiding and imbedding the enemy, aside from holding you up from a task that you should be on Hoth NOW for?! \""
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Just put him on the line you little worm! NOW! We have information on a threat to the Dauntless that CANNOT wait for you to get over your little power trip! \" Tien snarled into the comm. \" Don't make me come up there! \" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"What authority do you have to be making demands like that, you sorry little excuse for an intelligent life form? I outrank all of you. Whatever you have to say, you can say it to me, and rest assured that it will get to Admiral Niel once he's done doing whatever important matter has his attention at present. You aren't the only ones doing good things for the New Republic right now.\""
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien\n\n If looks were laser bolts, the comm would have been so much melted slag. Seeing that they weren't, Tien simply stated. \" Solo, I swear next time I see you I'm going to beat your dumb, human face in. But since you're so in charge would you mind telling me who the heavily modified X-Wing in the hangar belongs to? And after that explain why it was last seen aboard the Super Star Destroyer we escaped from not too long ago?! \" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"Now, was that so hard?\"\n\nThere's a long pause.\n\n\"Now that's odd. Sithspit, there's no record of it. If I've told them a hundred times, it's to always get registration information. Someone's going to hang for this. Alright, I'll get to work finding out who that ship belongs to. Just get down to Hoth and I'll inform Admiral Niel of this when he's out of his meeting.\"\n\nThere's another long pause.\n\n\"M...may the Force be with you.\"\n\n((Roll Bluff checks everybody! :-D ))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "((You mean Sense Motive?))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Lol, woops, yes, that's what I mean))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Sense Motive: (1d20+1)[ 5 ] "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Sense Motive: (1d20+4=24) "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "Sense Motive: 1d20+1=15 "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nSense Motive: 1d20+1=10 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((No one beat his roll, hehe, so things will go on as intended and you believe every single word he says. Watcha all doin/sayin now?))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak hits the mute button on the comm, I don't know about you but o I'm not conferable continuing this mission to the surface of hoth, knowing that demagolka is aboard the Dauntless, i say we abort and go hunt that hut'uun down. \n\n\n((translatuion: demagolka = someone who commits atrocties, a real-life monster, a war criminal; hut'uun = coward (worst possible insult)))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n \"As much as I dislike idea, the Lt. seems to have everything under control. And as he said, we aren't the only ones carrying out missions here. Someone else must be available to handle that situation. We should head on down to the planet to retrieve the holocrons, if not for the Admiral, then certainly for Master Nrook.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((This is an internal argument, hehe. Continue w/ the debate. I'll watch and interrupt if necessary))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" I think we should let Master Nrook know that a psycho Jedi is on the ship. He's the only one that could possibly take this guy, anyway...no offense, Bendak. Hell, by the time Solo's told anyone about this he'll be long gone. I believe the little bureaucrat is only doing his job, but he doesn't seem to understand how important this is. We should do something! \" Tien said.\n\" I'm going to turn us around. Garik! \" Tien flipped on the comm, \" Don't shoot anything yet. We'll strap a proton torpedo to its belly so if he tries to run away he'll catch a nasty surprise on the way out. That way, no one will think we're attacking the Dauntless by accident. \" "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Your right we should get Master Noork, so we can help him hunt the hut'uun down, I'm going to inform the Dauntless that were aborting mission and returing to the hanger. Says Bendak Turing back to the com unit Bendak hits mute button unmuting the comm, Dauntless this is Aurora Sprite, were aborting mission, repeat were aborting mission and returning to base. "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik Hannser\n \n\"Acknowledged\" Garik replies over the comm, but remains in the turret blister until the Sprite has landed."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"What are you coming back for? Admiral Niel will be informed when he gets out of his meeting!\" exclaims a very put out sounding Lieutenant Solo."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n((Bluff: 1d20+10=26 ))\n\n\" Problem with the stabilizers, Lieutenant. Sorry, we're trying to lock it down but this is just something we need to set down for. She's shaking us up all over the place. \" Tien lied through his teeth, putting a little wobble to his flight path just for effect. By the time he had the Aurora Sprite back down on the hangar deck plates no one would be the wiser.\n\n((Pilot: 1d20+18=27 ))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I'll want a pilot check along with that bluff, hehe))\n\nThere is a loud, audible sigh.\n\n\"Very well. We'll get a crew to look at your ship when you land.\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "The moment the ship lands Bendak vaults outs of his seats and at a dead run heads for there gear, Once there he grabs his rifle and slings it over his shoulder, he then grabs a sack of 10 Detonite Shaped Charge , and then grabs one of the T-21 repeaters and then heads to the ramp and lower it and exits the ship. Once on the flight deck of the Dauntless he heads strait for the enemy ship and yells, Deck Officer this ship here is property of an enemy combatant, and is not to leave this ship and I'm going to make sure of it . Bendak pulls four Shaped Charge and places them in the engine cowlings and sets them for remote detonation.\n\n Demolitions: (1d20+8=27) "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nThe little Sullustan took a moment longer than Bendak, having to set the ship to safe standby and make sure everything was in order before he left the cockpit. When he did leave, however, he needed only the heavy blaster pistol strapped to his thigh with him. He kept his arm swinging loosely at that side for a quick draw should he need it, hand hovering over the small buckle that kept the weapon from dislodging itself.\n\nRunning over to Bendak as he set the charges, Tien glanced around the hangar a bit apprehensively. \" Who do you think it is? That Skywalker kid who's always brooding about? One of the bridge officers? Hell, it could even be Master Nrook! How the hell are we supposed to know, Jedi? \" he squeaked. "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "As he sets the charges Bendak says, I don't know but i intend to find out! "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Pullin in the reigns a bit there, lol))\n\n\"Now hang on a minute!\" exclaims a uniformed man, presumable the Deck Officer. He looks up from his datapad and physically puts himself in front of you, Bendak, and puts his arms out to stop you.\n\n\"You can't just barge into this ship! And expecting to blow it up? No, hold it right there. This is against protocol.\"\n\nThe man blows a whistle and more deck hands come over, crossing their arms and scowling at your group. Lieutenant Solo is rushing over.\n\n\"What's the meaning of this?!\" he exclaims."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Don't worry, Solo. Your perm can handle it. \" Tien smirked, his hand dropping brushing by his thigh to unlatch his blaster. He kept his thigh turned away so no one would notice, but if he had to stun all of these idiot soldier boys to get to the bottom of this thing he had no problem with that.\n\nSleight of Hand 1d20+8=15 "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Speaking to the Deck officer as Bendak pushes past him, Bendak says, I have no intention of blowing this vessel up on this ship but if this vessel gets off this ship and in to space it ain't going far with this as insurance. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The Deck Officer grabs your shoulder.\n\n\"There will be none of this tom foolery on my shift. If you have a complaint with the owner of this ship, then you lodge one through the proper people and we'll take care of it.\"\n\n\"What is going on here?!\" a voice demands.\n\nA brief look around will show you all Admiral Niel walking swiftly toward the group, his face a thundercloud.\n\n\"Tien, put that thing away before someone gets hurt.\" He uses a tone that shows he won't stand for any disobeying."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo stands nearby obviously fretting over the events. Things have gone too far too fast , he thinks to himself. Accusations were flying faster than blaster bolts and tempers were heating up like a Tatooine midday. Keeping his hands crossed over his chest so no one would think that he was itching to pull the heavy blaster at his side, Kadlo watchs the events unfold, hoping cooler heads will prevail."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "The moment the deck offacer puts his hand on bendaks shoulder, Bendak gets ready to slug him, but in a split moment decision and says, Fine!, and then puts the charges back in the sack. Bendak is about to lodge his compliant with the deck officer when the Admiral Niel shows up, Bendak turns to the admiral, Sir I'm sorry to cause this commotion but this vessel pointing to the heavily modified X-wing is the vessel owned by the dark figure that held us captive. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Admiral Niel's eyes widen in surprise.\n\n\"And you were going to detonate it in the hangar? You don't know anything about this ship, whether it's rigged to explode or what kind of information it may store! Now, you're sure you've seen this ship before and that this dark Jedi holding you captive is the pilot?\"\n\nYou all notice Admiral Niel take an almost imperceptible step towards Lieutenant Solo after his eyes briefly dart over to him. The Deck Officer is looking very put out. Lieutenant Solo's face is unreadable."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" We were going to wait until it tried to leave, actually. \" Tien said, hooking his thumbs in his belt...still not very far away from his blaster. \" Now would someone please tell me who this blasted thing belongs to?? \" he said, taking a few steps forewards. \" I owe him a few blaster bolts. \" "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik, having followed the others out, stands motionless, his Firelance carbine draped over his elbow, watching the dialogue closely and trying to get a read on Solo and Niel."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"Well, I know whose ship this is,\" says Admiral Niel, \"as I helped him construct it.\"\n\nLieutenant Solo turns and bolts for the door. Admiral Niel quickdraws his rifle and stuns Solo. Solo stumble and falls, smacking his head against the bulkhead as he falls.\n\n\"I didn't, however, know of his ties to the Remnant. Deck Officer, go get Master Nrook. You two,\" he says pointing to the deck officers muscle, \"blindfold him, gag him, and bind him. Then take him to one of the prison cells.\"\n\nHe eyes Lieutenant Solo with a look of contempt and then storms out of the hangar. He stops and turns around.\n\n\"And under no circumstances are you four going to in any way harm Solo, here. Get going on your mission. We'll take this from here.\"\n\nHe turns and leaves the hangar."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" No problem, Admiral. Because that mynock is definately NOT the Sith apprentice we encountered. The guy I remember would have used all of us for lightning target practice if we'd tried to arrest him. Solo ran. So that tells me he's not the only traitor you're looking for. I'd be careful if I were you, Niel. \" Tien called before the Admiral could leave. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The admiral looks at Tien, slightly amused, yet his tone is serious.\n\n\"This is a possibility, Tien, yet I imagine he wouldn't want to use his powers on a ship filled with Jedi, especially with Master Nrook up in the control room right now. Even the best can be caught off guard.\"\n\nHe adds in a grim tone, \"We're going to find out for sure, though. I plan on questioning him myself. Good luck, and may the Force be with you.\" He nods to the group and leaves the hangar."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "satisfied that situation was now in good hands Bendak heads back to the ship"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo turns and run to catch up with Bendak. In a low voice so only Bendak will hear him, Kadlo says, \"Something's not right. I agree with Tien. If Solo was the Sith, he could have easily taken us out. Maybe not permanently, but certainly to knock us down and make good his escape. And I'm not buying the admiral's reasoning for not using the sith powers either.He could have had the jump on us and gotten clear before Master Nrook could have done anything.\""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Ah, speculation. Well go on, continue with it. I'll interrupt if necessary, heh)"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Awsering Kadlo in the same low tones Bendak says, I know, if any thing solo is just an imperial spy, but did you see how fast the admiral gave the order that we couldn't interrogate solo i think the admiral's got something to do with this and doesn't want solo telling us it. "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n \"Yes, but if the admiral and Solo were both in on this I don't think there would be anything we could do about it from here.\" Garik whispers. \"I think we should head for Hoth at this point, but before we go -- if we can't destroy that fighter do you think we could rig some sort of tracking device?\" "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Not with everyone here watching us at the moment, i think we'll just have to let it go for now. Say Bendak"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n((Can Tien hear any of that? I assumed you were whispering amongst yourselves.))\n\nThe little Sullustan spits on the deckplates and rubs it in with the sole of his boot before turning on his heel and heading back to the Aurora Sprite ."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Whistles, looking around innocently ;-P))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "After boarding the Sprite Bendak drops off the equipment that he took with him back, with the rest of the Gear, he then heads to the cockpit and then starts the Pre-flight check."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nHeading right to the cockpit, Tien was grateful when Bendak showed up to assist in the preflight check. Since the ship was all ready to go just a short while before, there wasn't much to do. A few quick checks and Tien was able to ease the Aurora Sprite out of the hangar and out into open space. \" Standby for hyperspace. Just a minute to get the coordinates from the navicomputer. \" He seemed to deflate just a little. \" Onward to the hostile, barren, freezing wasteland... \" he sighed. "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik follows, and closes the loading ramp behind them."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak little slaps Tien in the back of the head as Tien starts to fire up the nav computer and angle for hyperspace, Bendak say, Hey wake up i know it's been a long morning and all, but how could somebody forget were already in orbit of are target destination. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Tien needs a pilot check. It's a bit of a formality, but just in case, hehe))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "((We're already in orbit? Since when? O.o))\n\n Tien \n \" So the navicomputer tells me. The jump would have been all of 0.02 seconds. \" Tien grinned sheepishly. \" Sorry, just got a lot on my mind. Angling us in for entry into the planet's atmosphere. Check on the status of the heat shields, will you? \" Tien said, flipping a few switches.\n\n Pilot Check (1d20+18=34) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Just figured we'd get it out of the way now. I don't plan on anything happening between leaving the hangar and you entering orbit. Someone else could come in and try and take over as a DM, but aside from that unlikely scenario, I forsee things going as I've planned :-P))\n\nAs you enter into orbit and actually descend onto the planet, you can see nothing but bright white as far as the eye can see.\n\n((Spot checks for those in the cockpit))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Spot: (1d20+5=21) "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n Spot Check (1d20+6=20) "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n Spot Check: 1d20+5=19 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "So you all manage to make out the Republic base camp, even though there's a snow storm raging across the landscape right now."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nLooking at Tien, Kadlo says \"Can you make a wide swing of the area, see if anyone beat us here? I'd hate to have a repeat of our last mission.\" "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Do banthas smell funny? \" Tien grinned, starting the ship in a wide arc around the Rebel base. They had the plans for the original layout, and the hangar should be...just there...he hoped that it wasn't too built up with snow after all these years or he'd have to blast his way in. No way he was leaving his ship outside in this weather. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Ah, a bit of a misunderstanding I think. There is a Republic base camp that you are near now. You're not near the actual bunker that you'll be investigating. You can barely make out figures moving around quickly in the snow outside of the camp. Some lights and heat lamps have been placed around what appear to be hastily constructed buildings))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "As they fly over the camp, Garik pokes his head into the cockpit. \"Y'know, after that incident back on the ship I'm not sure I want to link up with the rest of the troops. What do you say we fly directly on over to the bunker and do this alone?\" "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" No guarantee there'd be a landing site available. We'd have to clear a spot with the blasters or try to poke a hole in the old hangar door, if it hasn't been crushed by the weight of the snow by now. I'd say our best bet if we want to fly back out of here is to set down by all those nice heat lamps my sensors are reading at the base camp. \" Tien remarked, taking them into another slow pass."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak listened to this all and say, i agree with Tien that the ship would be safer here at the base camp, besides he also right on the fact that we have no clue as to the state of the old Echo base. \n\n((OK guys just a heads up I'll be a way for the weekend I'll be back Monday))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo nods his head in agreement with Bendak. \"I do understand the sentiment expressed by Garik. We should guard our words and actions amongst the other troops.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The CommStation begins to boop softly."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((The booping! The BOOPING! *shakes his fist* :-P))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo turns on the comm unit and simply says, \"Aurora Sprite.\" \n\n\nOCC: I don't know about the others, but I have been having a terrible time accessing the site. 90% of the time my connection times out. The other 10% of the time I connect and then time out either before I reply or when I try to post my reply. This is the third attempt at this post for me."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((same here))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I think everyone has been having problems. Perhaps the GitP servers are lagging *shrug*))\n\nA voice comes over the intercom.\n\n\"Aurora Sprite, this is Base Camp. Are you landing or what? We have some space cleared off for you, and some people waiting to guide you in. You don't want them to freeze their rear ends off, do you?\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " OK base camp were coming , says Bendak as he takes the controls and brings the ship in for a landing.\n\n\n Pilot: (1d20+11=31) "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nBendak suddenly finds that the copilot's station has been completely shut down, removing all access to the ship's controls. Tien glares at him from the next seat down. \" Jedi, do that again and I'll throw you out the nearest airlock. \" he said protectively. The little sullustan had many quirks, and apparently this was another one. For good measure, he piloted the ship down to the landing zone through the snowstorm with contemptuous ease, stopping on a dime and pulling off a little spin just before setting down for good measure.\n\nPilot: 1d20+18=38 "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "at the moment his console went dead there was a flash of anger in his eyes, and just as quick Bendaks lightsaber is in his hand and resting on Tein console emitter side down, Bendak says venomously, DO THAT AGAIN AND I WILL MAKE SURE THAT NETHETER ONE OF US WILL BE ABLE TO FLY THIS TUB! \n\nAnd just as quick a the anger flared it passed."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Temper temper. Jedi. \" Tien smirked. \" Wouldn't want you going all psycho on us. I don't think we have any black capes and helmets your size. Besides, I do the flying on this boat. So live with it. \" the Sullustan met Bendak's stare with equal weight, despite his smaller stature."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Despite the petty squabbling, you all land safely. Its looking mighty cold out there. You may want to bundle up before stepping outside."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo changes into the cold weather gear the admiral supplied and prepares to disembark from the ship; waiting till the others are also in their cold weather gear before opening the hatch, allowing the harsh weather in."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak gets up and leaves the cockpit and heads to were their gear is he changes in to the cold weather gear, he then grabs his weapons including the T-21 and the shaped charges. and then goes to wait with Kadlo for the others."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nTien has a difficult time getting into the cold weather gear since most of it was made for humans and other larger species. He finally manages to find a matching set and dons it, along with his heavy blaster pistol and other useful equipment., including some macrobinoculars, an extra light, some flares, etc. He meets the others out by the hatch looking miserable, shivering and pumping his hands up and down the sides of his arms trying to warm them."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The hatch goes down and immediately a frigid gust of wind blows up the ramp and over all of you. It is VERY cold. There are men outside quickly going about their business, none of whom are really paying attention to any of you. The temporary base is off in a hastily constructed structure to your right. A man waiting by the doorway seems to be signaling for you all to come over to him."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak see the man motioning too them from the ramp, headed down the ramp and heads toward the man."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The wind is fierce as you walk toward the man. He has to put his face right next to your ear and yell for you to even hear him.\n\n\"Welcome to Alpha Base. I'm Captain Starunner Come on inside while we get you debriefed and some Taun-Tauns (is that the right spelling?) prepped for your trip.\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((Tauntauns is one word but yes that's the right spelling))\n\nBendak answers Captain Starunner in the same manner, Thank you Captain and going in side sounds like a good idea . Bendak then steps inside the Base."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Wordlessly, Garik follows."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "((Tien is always with the group unless I state otherwise. So if I don't post it's not because I'm slacking, it's because I've got nothing important to add. 😉 So just keep on going.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The Captain leads you all down a hallway and into a small room. Small gusts of cold wind whip at you every once in awhile, but it's a lot warmer in here than out there. You are brought into a room with a circular table and some heat lamps.\n\n\"Sit down gents. Alright, the old Rebel base isn't too far from here. You'd be able to see it under normal circumstances, but right now, we have one of these damnable storms going on. We get a lot of them here on Hoth. Anyway, we haven't seen any signs of any Remnant yet, but that doesn't mean they are out there. I would suggest waiting til this storm dies down before heading to the base. We dug a tunnel through some of the snow into the base, as much of it is now buried under snow. Any questions?\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Non Captain, If you'll just show where you'd like us to bunk down until the storm passes, Says Bendak"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The captain nods.\n\n\"Right, follow me then.\"\n\nHe leads you along corridors, talking all the way.\n\n\"These storms can last for quite awhile, sometimes days on end. This one just started, so I'm not sure when it's going to let up.\"\n\nHe opens a door and there are five bunks in the room.\n\n\"These are the only accomodations we can provide at the present. It's not much, but it's a warm bed. Feel free to look around the base while you wait for the storm to die down.\""
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nOnce in the room, Garik sets up the SE-Vigilant automated sensor beacon ( \"Just in case\" he says with a cold smile), programming it to only sound an alarm if a medium-sized or larger lifeform enters the room, and takes some time to tune the ILF-5000 life-form scanner for the cold Hoth environment before going to sleep."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Thank you Captain we will, but first i think well get some rest first. Once alone with his party, Bendak nodes to Garik, Good idea Garik! Bendak settle in and falls asleep for about 5 and a half hours."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nThe Sullustan does a jumping dive into his assigned bunk and for the next five and a half hours snores like a bantha with a chest cold."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKnowing it may be some time before he sees a semi-comfortable bed for a while, Kadlo follows suit and takes some bunk time."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "((Will be gone over the holiday weekend. DM has character moving ability.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You all wake up about six hours later, and nothing is amiss.\n\nThere is a knock at your door.\n\n\"This is Captain Starunner. May I come in?\"\n\n((Sorry for not updating sooner. Been kinda busy))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo blinks the sleep from his bulbous eyes, unaware of what the cold would do to him. Clumsily he gets out of his bunk and staggers to the door. Leaning against the wall, he opens the door for the captain."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak gets up much like Kadlo dose and is only about a faction of a second behind Kadlo getting to the door, Once the door is open Bendak says, Morning Captain Come on in. "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik presses a few buttons on his wrist computer (deactivating the sensor beacon) and nods to Tien."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The captain comes in.\n\n\"Well, the storm has passed and visibility is great. The only problem is that this is still Hoth, so it's still freezing out there. Feel free to stock up on any supplies you may need. Your Tauntauns are waiting for you in the hangar. May the Force be with you.\"\n\nHe nods and leaves the room."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik gets dressed, putting on the cold weather gear the Republic had supplied them with. He then packs up his belongings -- the sensor beacon goes in his backpack with the rest of the survival gear, while the lifeform scanner and his Firelance carbine are slung over his shoulder for easy access."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nThe little pilot grumbled to himself as he tried to warm his fingers and toes by the heat lamp. Thawing them as best as he was able he finished dressing and gathered his equipment before following the others to the hangar. He claimed the smallest tauntaun as his own just a few moments after reiterating how much he hated smelly, dumb animals. The tauntaun didn't seem to enjoy being made fun of, however, and did its best to make Tien's first ride on such an animal as miserable as possible.\n\n Ride, ride, ride the smelly beastie!! (1d20+4=22) "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak gets dressed in the cold weather gear ans gets his thing including the explosive charges and the T-21."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo suits up in the gear provided and walks over to the Tauntaun. Eyeing the animal suspiciously, he gingerly pulls himself into the saddle and waits with trepidation for the group to head out."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You all mount your Tauntauns and a nervous looking young man comes over to the group.\n\n\"Alright, we tried to make this base as close to the old one as we could manage. We actually had to tunnel down through the roof because the snow has piled so high. We've placed glowing markers along the way in case any storms roll in, although I think your luck should hold. Our radars have recently picked up some Remnant activity. They came in during the storm so our sensors wouldn't pick them up. It worked. We know they've landed but that's about it. Head due North from here. In about half an hour you'll come upon the base. Be careful and may the Force be with you.\""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Movin things along with the almight power of the bump))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak gets on his mount and heads for the old rebal base.\n\n\n(OOC: my computer accss is limated this week end untill i get home.)"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nThe shivering little bundle of winter clothing atop a foul-smelling beastie takes off into the cold after Bendak, muttering and cursing up a storm as usual."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik follows, scanning the area with his lifeform scanner.\n \n Spoiler \n\nComputer Use: (1d20+11)[ 14 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nWith a roll of 14, the scanner is automatically detecting lifeforms, but only those within 40 meters (DC is 10, but check takes a -1 penalty every 10 meters). It is currently programmed to specifically label humans, skel, wampas, ice scrabblers, arctic bats, ice cats, tauntans, hoth bears, wiphids, and tuggles (all other lifeforms will be labeled \"unknown\").\n "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo follows along."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Sorry for the delay. I'm home for a week so I might not be getting on as much as usual))\n\nYou begin to travel along and reach a hilly area. Garik, you pick up a life form that is shadowing your group but not coming closer."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik rides up next to Bendak and shows him the readout from his lifeform scanner. \"I think we are being followed by some sort of nonhuman alien to Hoth sir\" he says quietly.\n\nOOC: I just bought a copy of the new Saga Edition rules ... are we going to update this campaign or stay with the old editon?"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak Looks at the scanner that Garik shows him finly Bendak say, I don't know it could be just a Wampa but for now keep an eye on it. "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " \"It isn't a wampa -- I have the scanner programmed to identify and label all lifeforms native to Hoth, as well as humans so unless the equipment is malfunctioning we can be sure it is none of those.\" "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " I don't know what it is could be a smuggler I've heard that Hoth at time has been use by them and pirates at times, but for now just keep an eye on him and if gets closer we'll confront him . Says Bendak"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I was unaware as to how that lil thingy of yours was programmed. It is indeed a Wampa. We'll say that your scanner was running a little haywire, but now it is showing vitals for a wampa))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " \"Never mind that sir, it now appears that it is just a wampa after all.\" Garik will pass the information on to the rest of the party, and suggest that we ride faster so as to leave it behind."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo begins to keep a closer eye to their surroundings as they travel on. Not knowing what a Wampa exactly was, and having no interest in finding out, Kadlo pressed on with the others."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The wampa only seems to be shadowing your group. It hasn't come any closer.\n\n((Spot checks for everyone))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nThe only sound coming from the little sullustan is the sound of chattering teeth as he tries to ward off the cold. He casts his senses out into the white depths around him at the mention of the wampa, trying to get a bead on it. To the wampa, Tien was probably a light snack ... He was just glad he could blame his chattering teeth on the cold.\n\nSpot: 1d20+6=23 "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Spot: (1d20+1)[ 13 ] "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Spot: (1d20+5=22) "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n 1d20+5=9 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You all notice a couple of storm troopers surrounding a rather large snow covered hill.\n\nBendak and Tien, you notice some sort of grayish material sticking out the top of the hill. Looks to be some kind of metal."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nReigning in his tauntaun and whispering soothing sounds to it, trying to get the animal not to make so much noise, Tien turned to the others. In as low a voice he could manage over the sound of the wind, he reported the location of the stormtroopers and the metal object to those who hadn't seen it, then cast a worried look in the direction of the wampa that had been following them. \" Look, there's only a couple of them. We could try taking them out without alerting any friends they might have around. Though, I'm worried about Mr. Friendly who's been following us this whole trip. Don't suppose there's any way we could use one against the other? \""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "I forgot to mention that there is one laser turret in place as well. It's manned by a storm trooper."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " I don't know but first we have to figure out how to take out that laser turret , Say Bendak"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n \"Do we have to take them out? I mean unless they are sitting on our objective, I'm all in favor of circling around and pressing on.\" \n\nOOC: What kind of laser turret are we talking about? Is it enclosed (like a Golan DF9 turret ) or open (like an Atgar P-Tower )? Also what is the range and exactly how many troopers in total are there?"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " I believe that that grayish material sticking out of the snow and ice could be the main hanger door and are way in to Echo Base. Says Bendak."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "It's an open turret, like the one that was carried into the hangar in Episode IV as Han and the others were taking off from Mos Eisley.\n\nThe troopers are about 60 meters away, and haven't spotted any of you yet. There are four troopers in total."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "OOC: You mean an E-Web repeating blaster ?\n \nGarik Hannser \n\nGarik dismounts and primes a stun grenade. \"Ready?\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Yes indeed, that is the one."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((So? Watcha all doing?))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " I say we hit them hard and fast with every thing we have be for they know whats hitting them. say Bendak."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n \"I agree with Bendak. We should hit them here and now, I would rather not have to think of them at my back. We can always try to persuade them our following friend is much closer than he truly is.\" "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak begins to move forward slowly as silently and as steathily as possible until he with in 40m of the Troopers, Bendak them opens fire on them with the T-21.\n\n\n Move Silently (1d20+4=21) \n Hide (1d20+10=28) \n ATTACK (1d20+3=23, 1d20+3=10) \n DAMAGE (3d8=15, 3d8=14) "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik goes with him, and lobs his stun grenade just as Bendak starts shooting.\n \nAttack roll (dc10 to land in center of troops): (1d20-7)[ 13 ] \nFortitude save dc12 (or unconscious for 1d4 rounds); dc17 (or stunned 1 round and drop all weapons). "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Ah crap. Hey, guys! Wait! \" Tien hissed as Garik and Bendak slinked off into the snow. With a frustrated little growl he unholstered his blaster pistol, hopped off his tauntaun, and went along.\n\nClosing to attack range, Tien waited for the soldiers to start shooting and did the same, finding the leftmost stormtrooper and sighting down his arm at the unfortunate man.\n\nAttack (+1 for Precise Attack): (1d20+9)[ 25 ] \nDamage: (3d8)[ 17 ] "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Bendak, you drop one of the stormtroopers manning the E-web. The stun grenade goes off, but they all remain standing and none drop their guns (the only time they rolled well, lol). Tien, you drop the other trooper that's manning the E-web. ((What's Kadlo doin?))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Cyrus112 \n ((What's Kadlo doin?)) \n \n\n((OCC: Trying to deal with failing backup systems and an inoperable SQL login. Sorry bad week at work and we're only half way through it.))\n\n Kadlo \nFollowing the lead of the others, Kadlo hops off his Tauntaun and slowly makes towards the firefight. Drawing near, he reaches out with the Force to the troopers, drawing on their fear and his experiences to create the image of an approaching Wampa.\n\nIllusion: 1d20+5=21 \nVitality: 5"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"Look out!\" calls one stormtrooper as he begins to wildly fire at something off to his left. The other stormtrooper also opens fire in that direction.\n\n((Backs to youse guys))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nGarik walks 10m toward the troopers and opens up on them, firing from the hip with his Firelance.\n\n[ using Heroic surge for the move action prior to full attack with multifire and rapid shot ]\nAttack 1: (1d20+8)[ 18 ] \nDamage: (3d8+3)[ 17 ] \nAttack 2: (1d20+8)[ 11 ] \nDamage: (3d8+3)[ 15 ] \nAttack 3: (1d20+8)[ 21 ] \nDamage: (3d8+3)[ 17 ] \nAttack 4: (1d20+3)[ 4 ] \nDamage: (3d8+3)[ 19 ] "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nThe little sullustan took a parting shot at the stormtroopers before turning back towards the tauntauns. Garik and Bendak seemed to have the cleanup well in hand.\n\nAttack (+1 for Precise Attack): (1d20+9)[ 12 ] \nDamage: (3d8)[ 16 ] "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak fires a second burst.\n\n ATTACK (1d20+3=4, 1d20+3=20) \n DAMAGE (3d8=15, 3d8=9) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Alright, putting on the breaks first. It would appear to me that two of you rolled some ones for attack rolls, heh. I'm going to need another roll to confirm whether it was a crit miss or just a regular miss. Bad things can happen on crit failures :-P))\n\nBefore that last shot, Garik does take down the last two troopers. The wampa is still shadowing the group, not coming any closer.\n\n((More spot checks for people.))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " crit miss (1d20=14) \n Spot: (1d20+5=25) "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nAs the stormtroopers hit the snow, the ex-mercenary jogs up to the E-web blaster and spins it around.\n\nSpot check: (1d20+1)[ 15 ] "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nSpot: 1d20+5=18 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Bendak, you notice that the snow pile that the troopers were guarding has some sort of rough shape to it. The hill looks to be not too hard to climb."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nSpot: (1d20+6)[ 23 ] "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Tien notices the same thing. Either one of you have Knowledge Imperial or perhaps history?))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "(No i don't but this is what i have.\n\nKnowledge (starship) +7\nKnowledge (streetwise) +9\nKnowledge (tactics) +11)"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nKnowledge (History): (1d20+5)[ 22 ] "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Knowledge: Architecture: (1d20+3)[ 4 ] \nKnowledge: Technology: (1d20+3)[ 22 ] \nKnowledge: Tactics: (1d20+5)[ 7 ] "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Knowledge (starship) (1d20+7)[ 20 ] \nKnowledge (streetwise) (1d20+9)[ 11 ] \nKnowledge (tactics) (1d20+11)[ 22 ] "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Tien, you remember that during the Imperial invasion of Hoth, the Imps used AT-AT walkers, and this snow mound with metal sticking out of the top seems to have a similar outline to a collapsed AT-AT.\n\nGarik, the mound to you looks like an AT-AT that has fallen over.\n\nWhy storm troopers were guarding a fallen AT-AT is anyone's guess..."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((So? Watcha all doin?))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik waits by the E-web for the wampa to get closer."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Heeeeey, cool! An All-Terrain Armored Transport. This must have been sitting here since the Battle of Hoth all those years ago, one of the several that the Rebel forces managed to cripple before they got themselves ripped a new one. Why were these stormtroopers guarding it, I wonder? \" Tien said, holstering his blaster as he lead his tauntaun in by the reins for a closer look."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Tien, you notice that as you get closer, you can see that a lot of traffic has gone up ((And presumable back down)) this snow hill AT-AT. You can't see the top of the AT-AT from this height ((it is rather large)) but you can tell that people have gone up the AT-AT on numerous occasions.\n\nThe wampa seems to not be coming any closer."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo clears his throat as interest in the downed AT-AT mounts. \"Gentleman, let us not get too carried away in the side interests of the Imps. Our first objective is in the abandoned rebel base, is it not. The imps have the manpower to mount two seperate searches. We do not. If we stray from our target by obsessing over this, we will certainly lose what it was we came here to claim.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Sense motives for everybody))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " But if the imp are interested in some thing it has to be important , Bendak the heads forward and up the side of the AT-AT Snow hill.\n\n Sense Motive (1d20+4=20) "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nSense Motive: 1d20+1=9 \n\nKadlo shakes his head at Bendak. \"I have no doubt that it is important. What I am trying to say is as we spend time looking for whatever out here; there is, most certainly, another imp team in there looking as well. We don't know what they were looking for out here so we may never find it. Is it worth the lost time and effort?\" "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Don't be a sissy. \" Tien advised as he walked up the AT-AT hill with Bendak.\n\nSense Motive: 1d20+1=17 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Bendak, you get the feeling that this AT-AT is somehow going to be the easiest way into the base. Tien and Kadlo get no such notion, however.\n\n((Felistor still hanging around?))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "After a short time of stretching out with is feeling Bendek says, I think the imps just gave us are way in to the base, from this feeling I'm getting so spreed out and see what you can find. Bendak then starts looking for the entrance.\n\n\n Search (1d20+7=19) "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nSearch: (1d20+9)[ 22 ] \n\nTien keeps his weapon held ready near his thigh as he spread out a bit from the others to search the AT-AT mound for something resembling an entrance. He made sure to keep one of them in sight at all times, however."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "At the top of the mound, you all find a hole cut into the AT-AT. There were some flares set up, but they've died out and it's now rather dark in the AT-AT once you get out of range of this hole."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak takes out his Glow rod and turns it on and then points it down the entrance hole to get a better look."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nGarik searches the bodies of the stormtroopers for grenades and explosives, then takes the commlink from their commander's helmet and patches it into his own headset using the same techniques he did on the Imperial Star destroyer over Dantooine.\nAll the while, he keeps his eyes open for the wampa, and leaves the investigation of the AT-AT to the others."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The wampa heads north and out of your sensor range. One of the troopers you search had a stun grenade on him. The rest just have standard issue rifles and some spare energy packs.\n\nThe inside of the AT-AT looks a little...run down. It doesn't take much searching to find a giant hole leading down through the AT-AT and into the snow below. There is a crude ladder set up to descend into the tunnel, as it drops kind of far before leveling out and continuing on out of sight."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak begins to climb down the crude ladder in to the At-At and then the hole in to the snow."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nTien follows."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The ice tunnel levels out and is somewhat easy to walk along. The tunnel winds around to the right.\n\n((Listen checks))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nBlaster at the ready, Tien crept foreward, keeping his ears peeled for signs of an ambush.\n\nListen: (1d20+6)[ 24 ] "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nGarik follows the others into the tunnels, and recalibrates his lifeform scanner to work better underground as he brings up the rear.\n\nComputer Use: (1d20+11)[ 28 ] "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "OOC: The scanner is now picking up all lifeforms within 180 meters.\nIt is currently programmed to specifically label humans, skel, wampas, ice scrabblers, arctic bats, ice cats, tauntans, hoth bears, wiphids, and tuggles (all other lifeforms will be labeled \"unknown\")."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak takes points with his T21 held at the ready.\n\n Listen: (1d20+5=24) "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Listen: (1d20+1)[ 2 ] "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Garik, you pick up numerous human labels and more than a few wampa labels. All those who are not Garik hear two storm troopers conversing.\n\n\"The higher-ups are beginning to get anxious. The artifact hasn't been found yet.\"\n\n\"I imagine the wampa infestation of this base is really slowing things down. How did so many find their way down here?\"\n\n\"There are a series of ice caves that have formed since the years after the Imperial invasion of Hoth. The wampa's have taken up residence there, and as they began to breed, they began to spread out and some made their way down here.\""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Watcha all doin?))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak Hearing the two stormtroopers thinks Good then were not to late . Bendak then hangs the T-21 on his right shoulder and the drew his pistol and switches to stun he then heads forward hoping to catch the Trooper unaware"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "((OCC: Sorry guys. Family emergency. Everything is fine as can be so I'm back.))\n\nKadlo follows Bendak toward the two troopers. Once he catches sight of them, he will use Affect Mind to divert there attention away from the approaching group.\n\n Affect Mind: 1d20+9=20 "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik readies his carbine, switches the selector to \"stun\", and follows behind.\n\n(OOC: I'm traveling for the next week so posting may be slow. Feel free to NPC Garik if necessary)."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You round the corner and there are the two troopers standing somewhat in front of the hole. Their backs are to the party so they don't see you."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nTien hung back, letting the two soldiers take out the stormtroopers. No reason to let the hallway get too crowded if they needed to make a quick escape. Besides, someone needed to watch their backs."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak close in on the two stormtroopers, once hes with in 4m Bendak fires a stun bolt at the two troopers.\n\n ATTACK (1d20+7=21) \nStun DC 18"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((It'll hit both of them?))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((I think so? Not sure it's your call))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Very well.))\n\nThe figures stiffen up briefly and then both fall to the floor with a clatter.\n\nThe hallway you emerge into branches out in two directions. You notice on the sensor that there is a room to the right with a lot of wampa's inside and that the Remnant are giving it a wide berth. The hallway to the left seems to have less wampa's, but more stormtroopers.\n\nA phrase comes to mind...something about a rock and a hard place...😛"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " OK so witch way do we go, do we go the hard way or the really hard way. Say Bendak."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nLooking down the two corridors as if to weight the few options between them, Kadlo says. \"I would rather face the Imps. I can at least confound their minds. I can not say the same for the Wampa.\"\n\n(OCC: I will be leaving for vacation today and will have NO internet access till I return Saturday. Please NPC my character as you see fit.)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Alrighty, have fun on vacation. And what are the thoughts of the other two in the group?))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " I know what you mean i rather deal with the troopers too, But in my gut i feel that wait we seek may lay where the wampa are. so i say we go toward the wampa. Says Bendak"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" I'm right behind you, Jedi...way...waaaaay behind you. \" Tien shrugged sheepishly, fingering the safety on his blaster. \" How are we going to get past those monsters, though? \""
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n \n\"I prefer fighting our way through the Imperials myself, but if you Jedi think your wizardry can get us past the wampas, by all means give it a try.\" "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " It not That my Jedi powers that are all that good its just i thing the resign the imps have not found it yet is because it in the one area where their not looking witch is where the wampa just happen to be. "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n \"Fair enough. Let's do this.\" As he speaks, Garik checks the power level on his blaster pack and shifts the selector to the strongest stun setting."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "So, going the way of the wampas then?"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((looks like it, well you know what that say, the most difficult path is the most rewording path.))\n\nBendak then heads down the tunnel toward the wampas."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The wampa part of the base is off to the right.\n\nThe hallway to your right goes down about 3 meters and then turns around a corner to the left. There appears to be a wampa infested room down that hallway a bit."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "((OOC: Going to be in Hawaii for about a week or so. Please NPC Tien until I return.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Alrighty, so whose here and whose gone?))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "((OCC: Kadlo is back.))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((ooc: i'm here))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "((ooc: I'm here too. The only one gone is Tien, and he'll be back in a few days.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Alright, down the hallway, the wampa infested room is on the right. There are a few other rooms down the hallway that are either empty or you are not close enough to register any life forms.\n\n((What kind of range does that little device of yours have now?))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Hey, watcha all doin here?))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((OOC:if it is the Cryoncorp Enhance-Scan General purpose Scanner it has a range 1,500 m and a range penalty -1 for every 100m (and can be blocked by more then 1m of rock or metal): if it the Idellian array ILF-5000 Life form scanner it dose not specif a max range but it dose have a range penalty -1 for every 10m))\n\nBendak g first heads for the room that appear to be empty first to search them for what they came for."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "This first room seems to be thoroughly searched through already, however you notice a small crack in the wall into an adjoining room that has plenty of humans in it. If you get closer to the crack, you can quite clearly hear things coming from the other side."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak see the crack and gets closer so he can hear more clearly what is going on.\n\n Listen (1d20+5=25) "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo waits to hear what Bendak learned."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Sorry for the delay in the update))\n\nIt looks like an imperial officer is berating some storm troopers.\n\n\"You fools! What is taking so long! The west wing should be cleared of wampas by now.\"\n\n\"Sir, you need to send in more than three or four of us at a time. There are too many wampas to take out.\"\n\n\"I don't want excuses. Darth Galak and his apprentice will be here soon, and the artifact must be recovered before those bumbling Republic simpletons recover it. This is the last of the artifacts that needs to be recovered and we haven't got one yet. We're all dead if we don't succeed here.\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Turn toward his Companions he whispers to them, It appears that are Imperial friends here have searched most of the base and have not found the prise yet, they believe it to be in with the wampa. also the sith master name is Darth Galak. We better get moving if we want to beat them to the last of the artifices. Bendak the head for the rooms with the wampa in them, as he goes he holsters his Blaster pistol and unslung his T-21 LT. Repeater of his shoulder."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik follows.\n\nOOC: It is an Idellian ILF-5000, and the way it works is that I need to make a computer use check, DC 10, to detect life forms in the vicinity. It takes a -1 penalty to the check for every 10 meters, so essentially the way I see it, a computer use check of 11 gets me everything within 19 meters, a 12 gets me everything within 29 meters, and so forth. (Another possible way to do it would be to require a separate roll for each creature out there, but that would take forever).\nFeel free to have me roll again whenever you like, but the last roll I made was a 28, which means I should be picking up everything within 189 meters."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo readies his blaster, realizing his abilities may not be of much use, and follows."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nWith much reluctance and silent cursing, Tien does the same."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "If you go back out into the hallway, you notice that there is more of the base to explore beyond the wampa infested room, but there are no signs of life (either Remnant or otherwise) in that direction."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak heads strait for where the wampa are at."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n \n\"OK Bendak, Tien, Kadlo, let's do this on a count of three. On three Tien opens the door, Bendak and I go in and start shooting, and Kadlo does whatever he can to mess with their heads. Ready? Let's do this!\" "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" I'll...cover you from the door... \" Tien said, slipping over to the side of the entryway with a nervous gulp. He readied his blaster with one hand, thumbing off the safety and setting it to normal fire. When the others were ready he'd do his job in opening the door, but going into the room? Nooooooooooooooooo thankyou! Tien was too much of a coward on the ground to do much more than take a few potshots from cover."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo nodded to Garik his understanding but still readied his blaster, unsure of his ability to mentally affect non-humanoids. Perhaps an illusion may affect them better than attempting to manipulate them directly, he thought to himself."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " OK lets do it then. Bendak set himself in front of the door and raise he T-21 to the ready and prepares to fire. Ready as i ever will be. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "When Tien opens the door, three Wampa immediately turn towards the door and snarl aggressively.\n\n((Initiatives))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n 1d20+2=22 "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Initiative: (1d20+6=23) "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Initiative: (1d20+4)[ 24 ] "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nInitiative: (1d20+4)[ 10 ] "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((My oh my, the dice roller must hate these wampas, lol))\n\n((Ok, so right now the turn order is: Garik, Bendak, Kadlo, Tien, Wampas. You can all post your actions at the same time, this will just be the order in which I address them.))\n\nWhile the wampas have turned to face the group, they seem to also be slightly surprised and for a split second stare at the gun wielding party stupidly."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "moments after the door opened and the stunned looking wampas, Bendak opens up with his T-21 Repeater\n\n ATTACK (1d20+3=15, 1d20+3=14) \n DAMAGE (3d8=11, 3d8=15) "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nUsing the oppurtunity availed to him by the stunned wampas, Kadlo creates the illusion that a group of stormtroopers is breaking through the opposite wall.\n\nIllusion: 1d20+5=15 \nVitality Cost: 3\nWill Save DC: 20"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nTien, dropping to one knee beside the door to give Bendak and Garik room to move past, opens fire with his heavy blaster pistol at the nearest wampa.\n\nAttack: (1d20+8)[ 23 ] \nDamage: (3d8)[ 8 ] "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nThe commando moves first, and steps through the door and to the right, so as not to obstruct his squadmates' field of fire. With a loud Bwap! Bwap! Bwap! he fires three stun blasts in rapid succession at the largest three wampas.\n\nAttack 1: (1d20+12)[ 27 ] \nAttack 2: (1d20+12)[ 22 ] \nAttack 3: (1d20+7)[ 10 ] \nFortitude DC (to avoid unconsciousness): 22\nFortitude DC (to avoid being dazed for 1 round): 27"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Garik opens fire, hitting two of the wampas. One falls unconscious ((whats the length on that? some type of d4 roll?)), one stands there dazed and the third continues to snarl. Bendaks blaster bolt glances off of the wampa. The one still conscious wampa ((remember, there are only three that you can see presently)) then turns and snarls towards the illusion that Kadlo created. Tien's aim is true and the wampa is hit for 8 damage as he swipes at the illusion.\n\n((Back to the top of the init))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nThe little sullustan fired again, wondering nervously just how tough these wampas really are.\n\nAttack: (1d20+8)[ 11 ] \nDamage: (3d8)[ 6 ] "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak advances about a meter and continues to fire on the closes wampas\n\n\n ATTACK (1d20+3=22, 1d20+3=22) \n 3d8=16, 3d8=20 "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nEver erring on the side of caution, Kadlo stays his hand and searches the area for other wampas. It is hard to believe that three wampas would hold back the stormtroopers.\n\nOCC: Hold Action"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Cyrus112 \n ((whats the length on that? some type of d4 roll?)) \n \n\nKnocked out for 1d4+1 rounds, unless he failed by 5 or more, in which case he is unconscious for 2d6 rounds.\n\n\n Garik Hannser \n\nGarik shifts the selector off stun, and all the way over to rapid fire. He then unleashes a barrage of coherent energy at the wampa Tien shot (moving to the dazed one if it goes down before he is finished).\n\nAttack 1: (1d20+10)[ 29 ] \nDamage: (3d8+4)[ 15 ] \nAttack 2: (1d20+10)[ 23 ] \nDamage: (3d8+4)[ 20 ] \nAttack 3: (1d20+10)[ 18 ] \nDamage: (3d8+4)[ 21 ] \nAttack 4: (1d20+5)[ 7 ] \nDamage: (3d8+4)[ 22 ] "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((This is only the first room. I will address more of the layout once there's an all clear. Before moving along, how long do the stuns and unconscious effects last? And how about the mind trick? Is that done now or is it ongoing?))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "((OCC: Seeing as there was only one wampa left after the initial attack, Kadlo would have dropped the illusion after the first round.))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "OOC: The fight isn't over -- by my calculation only one of the wampas should be dead by now (although more may have failed their fortitude saves from being wounded).\n\nAs for stun rules, they've been explained at least six times in this campain, so please bookmark the rules FOUND HERE (scroll down to \"Page 133\" for the stun rules) for future reference.\n\nJust to reiterate one more time, there are four possible results (depending on the save and the save dc, which is 22 in this case).\nAny wampa who succeeds by 5 or more (i.e. rolls a 27+) is unaffected. \nAny wampa who succeeds by 4 or less (i.e. rolls a 22-26) is dazed for one round. \nAny wampa who fails by 4 or less (i.e. rolls a 18-21) is stunned for 1d4+1 rounds. \nAny wampa who fails by 5 or more (i.e. rolls a 1-17) is unconscious for 2d6 rounds. \n\nObviously, unless you want the players to be rolling fortitude saves for the npcs or creatures we stun, we can't tell you how long they are stunned. You have to do the math (and die rolls) yourself."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I was always under the impression that different weapons had different stun durations, but maybe I'm just dumb, lol. Now to address rounds again.))\n\nAfter the hail of blaster bolts come from your group, theo nly wampa left alive is the one that was dropped in the first round by a stun bolt. It lays there, bleeding and stunned, but alive."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " So do we leave this last one alive or do we finish it off now . Asks Bendak"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Either put it out of our misery so it doesn't try to come after us when we've gone, or leave it here for the imps to take care of. \" Tien said as he gingerly stepped past the thing, trying to give it as wide a berth as possible. \" Whatever the case, let's hurry. They'll have heard the laser fire. \""
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo draws a bead on the wampa with his blaster and lets a shot fire off, hoping to end the creature's misery. \"Better the end come quick than to allow pain and suffering,\" he says softly; more to himself than the others around him. He then turns and rushes to catch up with the others."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((And so it dies.))\n\nAlright, now that these wampas are dead, you can take a better survey of the room. It's relatively small, but near the back there is a hallway that leads further into the old Hoth base. You all hear sounds of movement coming from behind you. Sounds like some stormtroopers are on the march to investigate the disturbance your blaster fire caused.\n\n((I always forget who has that scanner, lol))\n\nWhoever it is notices that the scanner is acting kind of funny. Little human and wampa dots keep appearing and disappearing off of your display. It's hard to tell how many wampas still lie ahead and how many troopers come from behind."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " I think it's time we move on before those troopers get here , Bendak start forward down the passage way."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo follows Bendak."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik stays up in front with Bendak, ready to blast the first thing that moves, whether it wears white armor or white fur."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nThe little sullustan stayed right behind Bendak and Garik, so close in fact they could be wearing him like underwear. He was his usual shivering, cursing, muttering self, his heavy blaster held pointed down at the ground. It was odd that his gunhand was the only thing not shaking."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You begin to make your way further through this area of the base as you hear the trot of storm troopers behind you.\n\nThe sensor still seems to not be working properly, but you can tell that there are more wampas in this upcoming area.\n\nYou round the corner and...\n\n((Spot checks))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Spot: (1d20+5=20) "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nSpot: 1d20+6=25 "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n 1d20+5=10 "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \nSpot: (1d20+1)[ 14 ] "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The room you come to has many wampas in it (more than you can conveniently count). Behind you , a goodly number of storm troopers are advancing. Off to your right you see a collapsed hallway. However, you all notice that you can crawl behind some of the collapsed rubble and remain relatively unseen...\n\n((Gonna be gone for the weekend. Post actions and I'll address things when I come back Sunday))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Come on this way , whispers Bendak, as he heads toward the collapsed rubble, getting down, Bendak crawls in behind rubble as far as he can and still see what is going on outside."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Don't have to tell me twice. \" Tien remarked as he wiggled into one of the smaller spaces."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik follows suit."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo follows the others behind the rubble while using the force to create the illusion of more rubble, giving everyone a better chance to hide.\n\nIllusion: 1d20+5=14 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You barely make it into the rubble as storm troopers come around the corner...led by Solo. Solo turns to the lead trooper.\n\n\"Whose been down this way without authorization? Everyone was told to stay away until I arrived.\n\nThe stormtrooper responds in faltering speech.\n\n\"I...I don't know sir. All storm troopers are accounted for. We just found the two that were stunned by the entrance we made to get down here.\"\n\n\"What?! There may have been an infiltration by wampas or worse and I wasn't informed?\"\n\n\"I...I'm sorry sir, I didn't think...\"\n\n\"No, obviously you didn't think. And it's obvious you are unfit to lead our outpost here on Hoth.\"\n\nWithout another word, Solo merely squints at the officer and the officer begins to choke. Then the officer is thrown into the wampa room where he is quickly dispatched. Solo ignites his lightsaber and advances on the wampas.\n\n\"Leave non alive!\"\n\nThe fight is short and bloody. All the wampas are taken care of, but most of the storm troopers have also bit the dust. Solo leads the remaining troopers onward into the base."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" That little, yellow-bellied rock toad. Let's get after him! \" Tien growled from the back. \" I mean, allegiance is all a matter of money, but going crazy dark jedi and turning against all that...oh, as Mrs. Vor used to say, 'He needs 'a' whoopin'! \" he said, struggling out of where he'd confined himself and heading over to the fallen commander.\n\n\" But first... \" he said as he began a search of the officer, looking for command code tubes, datapads, extra power packs that might fit his pistol, anything like that.\n\nSearch: 1d20+9=19 "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak comes out form behind the rubble, Yes lets get him is right. but first bendak Searches the area for any thing useful before jugging off to catch the imperials and the trader.\n\n\n Search: (1d20+7=23) "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo removes himself from the rubble shaking his head. \"Its a good thing he didn't detect my use of the force. They could have easily found us if he had.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Tien, you find a data pad and some spare blaster packs on the dead soldier. Bendak, you find nothing in your search except an assload of dead wampas.\n\nYour continued trek down the halls of this base yield more dead wampas and occasionally a dead Remnant trooper. Their progress has been relatively rapid considering the short amount of time they've been ahead of you.\n\n((Spot checks))\n\n((Also, sorry for delays in posting. I'm feeling a bit under the weather and school just started back up (my last semester, finally)))."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nSpot Check: 1d20+5=19 "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Spot: (1d20+5=24) "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nSpot: 1d20+6=17 \n\nTien goes over the datapad, looking for useful information as they walk, keeping to the back with Kadlo in case anyone starts shooting at them."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Should I wait on Felistor?))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "((You might want to given that it is a holiday weekend and something could have easily come up.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Oh good call. I forgot Labor Day is Monday, hehe. Shall we call a break til like, Tuesday then?))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((sounds good me! )))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((So, Felistor still around?))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((K, I'm gonna message Felistor. If I don't hear from him by tomorrow, I'm going to continue on.))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((Ok, with me, your the boss))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \nAfter pausing to recalibrate the lifeform scanner. Garik hurries to catch up with the others.\n Use Computer (1d20+12)[ 17 ] \n[I]Spot[I] (1d20+1)[ 16 ] \n\nOOC: Really sorry about that guys, my computer has been out for repairs all week."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Also my apologies for delays in posting, heh. Hectic semester. Anyway, onwards))\n\nYou notice another sort of caved in tunnel. There is rubble blocking the door, but on closer inspection, it would seem that this rubble has been placed here, rather than fallen down...\n\nThat rubble strewn path leads off to the right, and the trail of destruction leads off down to the left."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Hey look over her i think this is the way we need to go. "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n \"I agree. Seems like someone did not want this to be found.\" "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" So, who wants to go down the spooky tunnel inside the abandoned rebel base haunted with ghosts of its violent past first? \" Tien said from the back near Kadlo, leaning against the wall as if he could melt into it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTotally stole that line. 5 cool points to whoever guesses.\n "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \nGarik looks down the corridor and sniffs the air. \"I'll go, but first I want to be put on record as having a very bad feeling about this...\" "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "(( that's Ether Deep rising Or Ghost ship))\n\nBendak then move forward to see if they can get by the rubble without having to move it, if he an he will starts down the tunnel."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((*sigh* No no, that was a line from National Treasure. Looks like I'm gonna haveta kill off Tien now for bringing that movie up 😛))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "It'd be a tight squeeze for a Medium sized character, but you could wriggle your way through the rubble."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak squeezes thought the rubble as best and as fast as he can."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik follows"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n \n Spoiler \nHey, National Treasure was decent... The sidekick had some awesome lines. No one can deny that.\n \n\n\nAs he was smaller than most of the others, Tien fit a little more easily through the gap in the rubble. Wiggling himself out beside the two soldiers, he stopped to help pull Kadlo through before looking up at his new surroundings. The blaster up and tracking with his vision was just a precaution, of course..."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The hallway beyond fades into blackness as no glow sticks or any light sources can be seen."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak Reaches into his utility belt and remove his glow rod and activates it, to get a better look around, the tunnel."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nBeing neither small nor combat savy, Kadlo tries to stay near the back to allow others room to work, though he does try to peer around them and see what is going on."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik switches on his night vision gear, allowing him to see even farther with the aid of the glow rod."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The hallway stretches on in one direction for a long ways, longer than any of you can see (with the exception of Garik).\n\nGarik, you can tell that after a bit, the hallway bends around to the left.\n\nAlso, your little lifeform scanner has shut off completely and won't turn back on."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo will follow the hallway as best he can."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak will also follow the hallway as best he can."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You round the corner and what happened at that pyramid/temple begins to happen here. On the right hand side, blue flames begin to leap to life. On The left hand side, red flames. They light up as you continue walking. As the flames light up, a soft glow begins to emanate all around you, and it is slowly getting lighter."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak shuts down his glow rod and follows the Flames."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo continues on."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((The other two still with us?))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n \n Spoiler \nI said before that unless I say otherwise, Tien is just going with the flow. So just assume he's going along with everyone else if I don't post. :D\n \n\n\nTien uses the soldiers for cover, following close behind."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The tunnel curves around back to the right and a set of huge stone doors stand in your way."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak walks up to the Door and begins to look them over for any traps, and even stops to see if he can hear any thing\n\n\n Spot: (1d20+5=11) \n Search: (1d20+7=16) \n Listen: (1d20+5=17) "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik stands guard while the others search, ready to shoot the first stormtrooper, wampa, or other enemy that might show itself.\n\n(Readying an attack action against the first hostile to appear)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Nothing appears out of the ordinary, nor can you hear anything from the other side."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak slowly and carefully opens the doors."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The doors don't seem to budge to human contact..."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo stretches his min out to the force and wills the door to be opened.\n\n Move Object: 1d20+11=30 \n\nThat roll allows me to move up to 50,000 kg. If it works, let me know the weight moved so I can deduct the vitality spent."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak quickly realized what Kadlo is trying to do so Bendak tries to aid him as best he can\n\n\n\n Move Object: (1d20+5=15) \n\n((I believe Kadlo get another +2 form aid another.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The doors slide open easily at the touch of the force. The room beyond is pitch black, much as the hallway you've been traveling through was."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nTien muttered something about \"jedi hocus pocus\" and took up a position where he could shoot anything trying to charge out of the room at them once the door opened. If nothing did, he took up his position behind one or both of the two soldiers once more on the way in."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik scans the area with his night vision goggles, and keeps his carbine aimed into the room."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nTrusting in the force which has lead them here, Kadlo enters the chamber."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak Follows Kadlo's lead and enters the chamber"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The flames, that were only along the floor on the outside of the room now split and line the top and bottom around the edge of the room. The room is filled with a pulsating light. In the middle of the room lies a cube shaped object. Doors on the other side of the room slide open, and there stands Solo, panting slightly, eyes squinted at the group. The remaining troopers file in behind him. There are five troopers and Solo. The groups are about equidistant from the cube."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\"What took you so long, Sithspawn? We arrived after you yet still managed to watch your entire pitiful progress,\" Kadlo spits out at Solo as he prepares to gather force for Solo's first move.\n\nOCC: Readying Move Object for whatever weapon Solo pulls out. If he already has a weapon out, Kadlo attempts to remove it from Solo's possession and bring it to himself."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak raise his T-21 in to the ready but holds fire as he says, whats the mater Solo having some trouble form the locals. "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nTien hugged the nearest wall, knowing that when worse came to worst, the jedi were going to be the ones taking down Solo. That left the Force-challenged ones to pick up the slack and take out the stormtroopers. He'd give them a little time to talk, but he sighted down on the first badguy in line and made ready to start the firefight anyway.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nReadying an attack on the stormtroopers, whichever is most out in the open or has the biggest gun. Or whoever twitches first. If one of them tries to draw on the party, Tien will fire. I'm hoping he gets some sort of cover from hugging the wall, maybe he's around a shallow corner or something.\n "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nGarik surreptitiously draws a stun grenade as he keeps walking into the room, looking around for some cover against the blasterfire that is certain to ensue."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Initiatives for all))\n\n\"Your group has been a collective thorn in my side,\" Solo says as he eyes up the group without moving. \"But that will be coming to an end here. I will kill you all and offer you all up to my Master as tribute. I will make Jacyn ((spell that correctly?)) Solo proud on this day.\""
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nDamn it all. The Tangled Web was hacked or something along with Tien's character sheet. I'll have to remake it. I know what his initiative is, though, and I can work off of previous combats for his ranged mod and the like until the sheet is back.\n \n\n\nInitiative: 1d20+4=19 "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((it's Jacen Solo or i should say Darth Caedus))\n\n INITIATIVE: (1d20+6=25) "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nInitiative: 1d20+2=8 "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nInitiative: (1d20+4)[ 14 ] "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Solo draws his lightsaber in one fluid motion faster than the eye can see and ignites it. He begins to steadily advance towards the group.\n\n((Post actions))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nThe sullustan pilot opened fire, looking as if he'd shoot the crazy dark jedi but firing at the lead stormtrooper instead. The heavy blaster kicked in his hand as a laser bolt sizzled from the barrel, the sound like a thunderclap in the echoing stone chamber. \" I get shot at more per day with you damn Jedi than the last month by myself! \" he grumbled.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack: 1d20+8=24 \nDamage: 3d8=18 \n "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "OCC: Could you describe the cube? Does it look fastened to the floor? Heavy or light?"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Knowing that he would never be able to drop the T21 and drew his own lightsaber in time to meet solos charge, instead opens fire at solo and the stormtroopers with the T-21.\n\n\n Attack (1d20+3=16, 1d20+3=4) \n DAMAGE (3d8=20, 3d8=11) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Gah, sorry I sort of dropped the ball. I've been busy, hehe. The cube is small-ish (you could fit it in the palm of your hand) and seems to be floating in mid-air. I'd like all actions posted before I go through a round, heh))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo gathers the force about him while Solo's attention is diverted and attempts to grab the cube with the force and bring it to him.\n\nMove Object: 1d20+11=17 "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nGarik arms his stun grenade and tosses it into the middle of the enemy force before moving to cover and bringing his blaster to bear.\n\nAttack roll (grenade -- aimed at a square with AC=10): (1d20+11)[ 27 ] \nBlast area: circle 8 meters in diameter\nFortitude DC: 12 (still stunned and dropping weapons if less than 17 ).\n\n (Going for cover within 10 meters of Solo and his men if possible -- if not he will settle for anything that will stop blaster bolts) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I didn't really describe the room at all aside from very basic stuff. There is a statue on either side of the floating cube. One's hood is pulled up and has an air of menace around it. The other is standing in traditional Jedi robes. His gaze is stern, yet not threatening ((Knowledge Jedi check for anyone who is interested. There are also a few storage boxes to take cover behind, but nothing bigger than that)).\n\nBendak, your first shot flies wide of Solo, and the second is deflected back at you as Solo flicks his lightsaber out at the closing bolt ((you take that 11 damage, heh)). Solo advance forward, striding quickly, lightsaber held aloft, a scowl of hatred on his face. Tien, your bolt whizzes by Solo's shoulder and hits a trooper and drops him. Solo strides to the middle of the room on his turn ((a full turn used to move will bring you to the center)). He stands next to the cube but doesn't attempt to grab it. The remaining stormtroopers open fire on the group.\n\n((Kadlo, does a 16 hit? If so, you were hit with two blaster bolts from a stormtrooper. The first roll was a 27 to hit, heh. 17 on the first damage and 19 on the second. The trooper rolled extremely well, hehe))\n\nTwo troopers concentrate their fire on Garik.\n\n((If a 21 hits, Garik, take 17 damage))\n\nThe last remaining trooper opens fire on Bendak.\n\n((If a 16 hits, take 11 damage)).\n\nGarik, your grenade lands in the middle of the troopers ((They rolled a 19. Aren't they still stunned for a round?))\n\nKadlo, you try and pull the cube towards you and the flames flicker and grow dim and the room shakes and trembles slighty. Solo laughs derisively at the attempt."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien Vor \n HP: 45/45\nAC: 19 \n\nTien walked a bit further towards the stunned troopers, giving Solo a wide berth. He shot from the hip with practiced ease, firing twice from that gunslinger pose. He aimed each shot towards a different trooper, hoping to quickly swing the odds in their favor so Solo would be the only remaining problem.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nUsing Heroic Surge to take two attack actions this round. Firing once each at two stormtroopers. Adding the +1 bonus from Precise Attack to his first attack roll.\n\nAttack 1: 1d20+10=27 \nDamage 1: 3d8=18 \nAttack 2: 1d20+9=22 \nDamage 2: 3d8=22 \n "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nKeeping his aim steady despite the blaster bolts striking the Jedi statue he is taking cover behind, Garik switches his fire selector to rapid fire, attempting to take down any troopers not killed by Tien's blasterfire.\n\nAttack 1: (1d20+9)[ 17 ] \nDamage: (3d8+4)[ 17 ] \nAttack 2: (1d20+9)[ 11 ] \nDamage: (3d8+4)[ 15 ] \nAttack 3: (1d20+9)[ 16 ] \nDamage: (3d8+4)[ 21 ] \nAttack 4: (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \nDamage: (3d8+4)[ 13 ] \n (And no, if every single one of them rolled a 19, they aren't stunned -- anyone who makes the save dc by 5 or more suffers no ill effects from stun weapons). "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((my DEFENSE is 17 i believe i escaped this round))\n\nSeeing that the T-21 is being no good Bendak Drops it so it will hang by the shoulder strap, He Draws and ignite his Lightsaber and goes to face Solo in combat, Bendak swing his saber at Solo trying to literal disarm Solo or at least destroying Solos weapon.\n\n\n Attack (1d20+8=27) \n Dammage (2d8+2=16) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((As Tien got one last action for the last round I will address those and then wait for all next round actions to be posted before moving on.))\n\nTien drops two more troopers with well placed shots.\n\n((Just to make it clear, back to top of the init))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "How many troopers (if any) are left?"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((i don't have my book handy right now but dose anyone know the critical that range is for the light saber))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Graybacca \n ((i don't have my book handy right now but dose anyone know the critical that range is for the light saber)) \n \n\nGot it right here. 19-20 it is."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nSo we're waiting for Solo and the stormtroopers now? By my count we're at the end of the second combat round. Or else I missed something.\n "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "(( OK then since that last roll was a 19 i should probably roll a d20 to conferm a critical right))\n\n conferm crit (1d20=20) "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by ChronicLunacy \n \n Spoiler \nSo we're waiting for Solo and the stormtroopers now? By my count we're at the end of the second combat round. Or else I missed something.\n \n \n \n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThat and Garik hasn't gone yet, but that is because I still haven't heard whether there are any stormtroopers left alive to shoot at.\n "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "[QUOTE=Cyrus112;3325261\n((Kadlo, does a 16 hit? If so, you were hit with two blaster bolts from a stormtrooper. The first roll was a 27 to hit, heh. 17 on the first damage and 19 on the second. The trooper rolled extremely well, hehe))[/QUOTE]\n((No thankfully. Defense is 17, just missed.))\n Kadlo \nDefense: 17\nVP/WP: (37)17/12\n\nHolding Action."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((We're in round 2 at the present time. I just wanted actions from everyone for round two. There are two remaining troopers. I hate to halt the game right here, but I'm going to be gone for the weekend and I leave very shortly. I came on real quick to give everyone a head's up so you don't all wonder what happened. Hang in there, I'll get back to this string either Sunday night or Monday.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Lol, well this climactic battle has come up short)).\n\nBendak, you close in and swing your lightsaber. There is a look of shock on Solo's face for just a moment before his head rolls off his shoulders and he falls over, deader than Porkins. Garik takes out the last two stormtroopers with his blaster as they stood there, stunned. The cube continues to float in the middle of the room, and there are no sounds of commotion that any of you can hear."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo approaches the cube and attempts to take it from its floating position."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak is shocked for a moment, but then he shut down his saber, and bends down and picks up Solo's Lightsaber, Bendak then Move over to Solos Body and begins searching for any thing useful, Bendak takes every thing he finds for later. he then gets up and move next to Kadlo reach also for the device to help Kadlo\n\n\n Search: (1d20+7=23) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((You'll all level up once/if you get off of Hoth alive 😛))\n\nYou find a Datapad on Solo and a credit chip but not much else. Kadlo, the cube comes free easily and from out of the top comes two figures ((only Kadlo can hear/see this)).\n\nThe blue figure says, \"Do not unleash the power of the Valley.\"\n\nThe red figure declares, \"Take the power of the Valley for your own. Use your power to rule the Galaxy.\"\n\nThen some more locations are shown and it shuts off."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Hey...nice shot, Jedi! \" Tien laughed, letting out a deep breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. \" So much for Solo, I guess. Unless crazy dark jedi know how to put their heads back on, I'd say we've seen the last of him. \" he said, holstering his blaster. \" Now let's get out of here. It's colder than a wampa's butthole in here. \""
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nPaying little attention to all the Jedi sorcery going on around him, Garik powers up Solo's datapad and begins searching through it to see if he can find anything interesting.\n\n Use Computer : (1d20+11)[ 25 ] "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The data is programmed in a language you don't recognize ((unless you can read/write the Sith language)).\n\nEveryone hears from one of the dead troopers comms, \"Squad 24, squad 24, we haven't heard anything from Darth Furor, what is your status? Repeat, what is your status?\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " I do believe that is are Que to leave this snowball "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n \"Agreed.\" Garik retrieves his expended stun grenade, then quickly searches the troopers for more grenades and ammo before removing one of their commlinks and plugging it into his own headset. \"I'm ready -- let's move out.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "There are two exits. I'm assuming you're going out the way you came in.\n\nOver the Comm, Garik, you hear, \"We're sending two squads down to assess your status. If you can hear us, hang in there. Back up will be along shortly. Keepan eye out for any intruders. We believe one or more people have gotten into the base.\""
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nThe sullustan makes for the exit with all haste."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak also heads for the exit and back the way they came as fast and as quietly as he can."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You make your way back the way you came, and on the other end of the passage, you see some storm troopers trotting past, although you are all safe from view behind the rubble."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\"I doubt I could alter their minds to let us past. They are most assuridly expected one of two groups to walk out of here, us or another squad of imps. Even if I could make them believe we are the other squad, there is sure to be questions which we can not answer without revealing ourselves.\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "once the troopers pass by Bendak crawls out from behind the rubble and heads for where they entered."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Your lifeform detector thing is working again.))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik scans his detector, and tries to figure out which way out of the base will involve running into the smallest number of lifeforms."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The way seems clear for the most part, but you can tell that the entrance is being guarded by some troopers."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Let's make this quick. \" Tien whispered. \" I want to get back to the ship and have time to run a preflight before we leave. \""
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik leads them down the path of least resistance, and readies a frag grenade when they get close to the entrance. He motions to the others to get ready to charge the troopers as soon as the grenade detonates, and then chucks it around the corner.\n\nAttack roll (grenade): (1d20+10)[ 27 ] "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Damage? They failed their Ref Saves))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Damage: (4d6)[ 12 ] "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The troopers give a startled, \"Huh?!\" before all being killed in the explosion. Over the comm, you hear, \"TK-42, what was that noise? What's going on out there?\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "After the grenade goes off Bendak move forward and out of the old base."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((To move things along...))\n\nYou all make it back to the Republic outpost where you landed. The group gets a salute from some of the guards that are standing guard near the entrance to the base. The man who briefed you when you arrived is waiting expectantly.\n\n\"You've had success?\"\n\n((Also a level for everyone))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Scratch one crazt jedi, courtesy of my good friend Bendak here. \" Tien announced to the Republic soldiers and techs. \" That's right, you heard it here first, people! Autographs available. We accept credits, zinth wine, and sullustan women as currency. Get in line first to shake the hand of the good jedi who slayed one of the most horrid threats to the galaxy...with some help from myself, Tien Vor, pilot extraordinaire. \" he grinned, placing a hand modestly on his chest.\n\nTien continues to laud the group until they have to leave, trying to get anyone gullible enough to pay for pictures and autographs and other such nonsense. Hey, what good's a dead sith if an honest scoundrel can't profit from it?"
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "((sorry for the OOC post just wanted to give you props cyrus this is the second longest (time I mean not length) online rpg I have ever seen. zax is sorry he is gone but smurf was without a computer for more than a year.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Hey thanks for that. Sorry to see some people go, but sh*t happens *shrug*))\n\nTien, you get more cheers out of the assembled crowd, but no one's really throwing money and/or women at you, hehe."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo will join in the festivities fully with a smile on his face; but in spirit only half-heartedly. The confrontation with the sith went far too quickly and easily for this motley group. Something was wrong, sith were supposedly to be made of sterner stuff. The other foot must fall and Kadlo wanted to be ready when it did, call it pessimistic but it was a survival trait.\n\n((OCC: Here, here. Congrats to cyrus. This is the longest (length and time) game I have been involved in on this board.))\n\n((OCC: The wife and I are flying out Sunday morning (10/28) for vacation. I will have NO internet access until I get back the following Sunday night (11/5). I'll try to keep checking the boards till late Sat night but after that, please NPC Kadlo when necessary.))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak just smiles and Occasional gives a slight bow"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien Vor, Pilot Extraordinaire \n\nDisappointed with the lack of monetary gain but basking in the attention nonetheless, Tien backed up the ramp of the Aurora Sprite offering outlandish bows and kisses towards the crowd like an opera singer or matador after a particularly successful event. When he'd reached the shadows of the doorway he cut the act, but couldn't help chuckling about it all the way to the cockpit. \" Honey, I'm home! \" he announced to the ship as he sat down in the cushioned pilot's chair. He was going to be extra careful on the preflight checklist and inspections while Bendak soaked up the attention he desperately needed. (The guy was so uptight sometimes. Or maybe that was just all \"good\" jedi?) Wouldn't want another annoying bomb in the engine room."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Pre check goes fine and you make it back into space smoothly. And you make it back to the Dauntless without incident as well. As you land, Admiral Niel and Master Nrook are waiting for you.\n\n\"We received word that you met with success on Hoth,\" Admiral Niel says, looking somewhat stern despite success, \"let's meet in an hour for debriefing.\"\n\n\"Well have you all done,\" says Master Nrook, also looking somewhat solemn. \"Lieutenant Solo somehow escaped custody, and we fear he was on his way to Hoth. I sense you ran into him. If you would and me the final holocron, myself and the other Masters will study it and then debrief you in an hour.\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak Hands the last Holocran to Master Nrook, My Master, there is no need to worry about the whereabouts of Lieutenant Solo or should i say Darth Furor for he fell to my blade, We also have a data pad that he had and his saber but i would like to keep that as a souvenir . Bendak then hands over the Data pad to Master Nrook"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((OOC: OK on the level up i would like to take a level of Jedi Guardian, and i was wondering since i already have the Exotic Weapon Proficiency lightsaber could i take the Exotic Weapon Proficiency Double lightsaber))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((That'll work, Graybacca.))\n\nMaster Nrook smiles slightly.\n\n\"Be careful, Padawan. Pride and covetousness can lead to the Dark Side. Remember, there is no passion, there is serenity.\"\n\n((If anyone else has any questions or statements, by all means, out with them, heh. If not, I'll just fast forward to the debriefing.))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik spends his day doing his best to avoid both crowds and meetings. Retreating to his bunk, he breaks down and carefully cleans his blaster carbine, then he showers and changes into clean fatigues before heading to the briefing."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien Vor \n\nTien used the downtime to get checked out on as many starfighters as he possibly could. He familiarized himself with any and all available models, pulling off dangerous low-altitude flybyes of the Dauntless' bridge and running mock dogfights with other pilots.\n\n((I'm just taking Scoundrel 7 since I don't have the BAB prereq for Starship Ace.))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Yes master, Bendak then goes to his cabin and stores he gear, takes a shower, and change into a fresh set of clothing, Bendak then heads to the mess hall and get himself something to eat before going to the debriefing."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "((OCC: On the level up, I will also take a level of Jedi Guardian. And, like Bendak, Kadlo also already has EWP: Lightsaber. Can I take EWP: Great Lightsaber (from Power of the Jedi) instead?))\n\n Kadlo \nKadlo heads to his quarters to clean himself up and prepare for the debriefing. Once done, he will begin to research the archives for the means to create his own lightsaber as he does not possess one yet."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Sure))\n\nAs you all head down to the debriefing room, Skywalker stops you. He seems very different from his usual arrogant self.\n\n\"I wanted to tell you all that I'm sorry for my behavior towards you all. I've been arrogant and condescending. You've all carried yourselves very well getting whatever it is that you've been hired to get. I'm still kept somewhat out of the loop, but Master Nrook will tell me if I need to know anything.\" He doesn't seem grudging in his admission of respect, nor at his exclusion from the events that have been happening."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Doin the bump type thing))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Hey, no problem, chum! Glad to see you've come around, really. Friends are good for business, you know. \" he let out a short bark of laughter and slapped Skywalker on the back jovially. Tien really was an...extroverted person for being so small. He made up for his height with his volume level and ego, apparently."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Skywalker smiles and then sees that he is heading towards the conference room with the group. Admiral Niel and Master Nrook are waiting outside. It looks like Skywalker shoots Niel a mistrustful look before turning on his heel and walking away, but not before saying, \"Thanks. If any of you would like to spar, feel free to find me.\"\n\n\"Not so fast, Padawan Skywalker,\" Master Nrook says. \"I need to speak with you after the debriefing anyway, so would you care to join us?\"\n\nSkywalker gives Master Nrook a confused glance, but says, \"I would be honored, Master Nrook.\" He seems to give Admiral Niel another mistrustful look but follows the group inside."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak nods to Master Nrook, before entering the briefing, though he saw the look Skywalker gave the admiral Bendak say nothing and resolves to talk and spar with Skywalker later."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik follows the others inside, and snaps to attention the moment he sees Admiral Niel.\n\n(Even if he would never admit it to his companions, Garik still sees Jedi as fortune tellers and sorcerers at best, and not deserving of the respect due to a ranking officer in the \"real\" New Republic military)."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You all take seats and Master Nrook and Admiral Niel stand near the front.\n\n\"I will say before we get underway that you've all done very well for yourselves. Far better than I could have hoped. I was half-expecting at least some of the group to wind up getting killed, but you've all done admirably,\" says Master Nrook. He seems to get a little excited as he continues.\n\n\"You've brought us the final piece to the puzzle. We now have a location for the Valley of the Jedi. A place undoubtedly filled with ancient Jedi lore and teachings. Hopefully we will be seeing the re-emergence of the Jedi as protectors of the Galaxy and Republic once again. Admiral Niel?\" Master Nrook gives the floor over to the Admiral.\n\n\"Yes, this is a momentous occassion for the New Republic. The location of the Valley, which the Katarn family has kept hidden for a countless number of years, has been uncovered. It is here, on Ruusan along the Outer Rim. Ruusan is a relatively undeveloped planet. There are scattered tribes all over the planet. Not much of a centralized power base for either the Republic or the Remnant here. Until now, it has been of no strategic importance, so occupying it would mean almost nothing. Very clever way to hide a vast amount of Jedi knowledge. It will take us a good two weeks to get to Ruusan, so rest and train up. You never know what we'll come up against once we hit planetside. Any questions?\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " No questions about what we have to do on Ruusan, Just a request, Could we get some engineers to perform some upgrades on are ship, we seam to be a magnet for the imperials, I'd like some upgrades to the weapons and shield systems, also could we get a couple of the spare cabins converted to a gear and armory storage with a complete workbench so we have a place we can repair are weapons and also construct are lightsabers and other weapon's. "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien Vor \n\n\" Bendak beat me to it, though I'd like an upgrade to the engines more than any armament. No matter how many guns we put on her, the Aurora Sprite can't outfight a star destroyer. So running is always the best option. I need a better hyperdrive and ion drive for a fast escape. The weapons we can focus towards snubfighter combat since that's the only way they'd catch us. \" Tien said, sitting down and putting his feet up on the briefing table."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Admiral Niel looks at the group, a slightly incredulous look on his face.\n\n\"You think the Republic just has those kinds of spare parts lying around, do you? You realize how expensive some of the things you're asking for are!? We might be able to help out a little bit, but not that much. Besides, the entire fleet and army and Jedi are going to Ruusan. We wouldn't let you all go alone!\"\n\nMaster Nrook looks at Admiral Niel in an odd way.\n\n\"Perhaps you speak in some haste, Admiral. We haven't yet discussed the actions the Jedi are going to take. Last time I looked, the Jedi Council was in charge of Jedi actions. While I don't presume to know the will of the council, I can say it is likely that we will be helping, as the area we're going to is highly in tune with the Force. Also, I'm sure Darth Galak will be bringing all the Force users he can spare along, as well.\"\n\nMaster Nrook turns to the group.\n\n\"It will be taking us awhile to get where we need to go, as Admiral Niel said earlier. You may take the time to train, study, or go through spare parts for what you need.\"\n\nAdmiral Niel is looking at Master Nrook with something resembling...anxiety? Exasperation?"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" In that case give me a snubfighter with a hyperdrive so that I can escort the Aurora Sprite through what is looking a lot like a large naval action. I can hold off any Imperial ships long enough for them to get to ground and then I'll join them later. \" Tien said, slapping his hands on the table. \" I'm not letting my ship go in there without some dedicated cover. \""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Have I given this Skywalker a first name? Lol, I don't remember. We're gonna say no. His name is Ke))\n\nAdmiral Niel looks to Master Nrook and then throws his hands up in the air.\n\n\"Fine, we have some spare X-Wings. Take one of those. And, sure, go ahead and help yourself to our emergency supply dump and just pick out what you need for your ship. It's not like any of that could come in handy for us when we encounter Remnant at Ruusan.\"\n\nMaster Nrook squints his eyes and follows the form of Admiral Niel as he stomps out of the room, very agitated.\n\n\"That is all for now. Ke, come with me. I have some things to attend to and some things to discuss with you.\"\n\nWithout any further words, Master Nrook and Ke Skywalker leave the debriefing room, a datapad on Ruusan and some pertinent info still plugged into the projector."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak take the data-pad with the information on Ruusan, Come on guy let go find this emergency supply dump so we can see if they have what we need some engine parts, another laser turret some thing with a little more punch and a beefier shield generator, and Tien i'll take the starfighter and run cover for the Aurora besides your better at flying the transport than me. And I've already been qualified to fly an X-wing. "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" You underestimate me, Jedi. I can fly circles around you in any ship. \" Tien grinned, punching Bendak lightly in the arm. \" I used to fly starfighters for a Hutt before coming here and you better believe I'm qualified. \" he started walking out the door. \" Just get the Sprite to ground and I'll cover you. \"\n\nHe then reappeared, sticking his head out from behind the doorway and voiced his other thought. \" Though if you wanted to leave the flying to one of the others, assuming they can fly, and be my wingman, I wouldn't be opposed to that. \" he grinned before disappearing again."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Everyone who is helping to look, give me spot and search checks))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nHaving time to help the others before he got suited up and checked out the X-Wing, Tien did his best to look for parts that would fit the Aurora Sprite . Weapons, shields, engine parts, hyperdrives, anything that would give it a better edge.\n\n Spot (1d20+5=16) \n Search (1d20+6=16) "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " We'll have to see what comes up but running as your wing man sounds better then fling the walling Pig of a transport any day. \n Spot (1d20+5=23) \n Search (1d20+7=24) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I need to find the appropriate things for the ship. Give me some time. Kind of busy today. Will post update after my last class ends))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "((OCC: Finally back from vacation.))\n\nKadlo joins the others searching for spare parts for the ship.\n\nSpot: 1d20+5=15 \nSearch: 1d20+9=18 \n\nNot sure if it will give me a circumstance bonus or not, but Kadlo has 4 ranks in Craft (Hyperdrives), 7 ranks in Profession (Engineer), and 7 ranks in Repair, as well as Gearhead Feat and Specialties with Repair (his total repair mod is +15)."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Does anyone have a list of what is on the ship now as far as shields/weapons go? I remember giving you the ship with a basic shield system at first. I don't remember if anything has actually been upgraded or not))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "just Shields and a retractable blaster\n\n\n Aurora Sprite \nCraft: Modified Corellian Engineering Corporation YT-1300\nClass: Space Transport\nCrew: 1-2 (Skilled +4)\nSize: Small (26.7m long)\nInitiative: +5 (+1 size, +4 crew)\nHyperdrive: x2 (backup x12)\nManeuvers: +5 (+1 size ,+0 Man/eng.,+4 crew)\nPassengers: 6\t\t\t\nDefense: 21 (+1 size,+10 armour)\nCargo Capacity: 100 metric ton\nShield Points: 30 (DR20)\nConsumables: 2 Months\t\nHull Points: 120 (DR20)\nCost: 122,0000 creits (new), 30,500(used)\nMaximum Speed: Attack (8 squares/action)\nAtmospheric Speed: 800 km/h (13 squares/action)\n\nWeapon: Laser cannon (1); Fire Arc: Turret; Attack Bonus: +7 (+4 fire control,+1 size,+2 gunner); Damage: 4d10x2; Range: Short\n\nWeapon: Blaster cannons (retractable); Fire Arc: Turret; Attack Bonus: +11 (+1 size, +2 gunner, +8 fire control); Damage: 4d8; Range: Short; Range Increment: 40 Meters "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Well, well damn. You guys manage to find yourselves some shield generators that give you 200 shield points.\n\n((Why my dice like my players so much is a mystery to me, hehe. I keep tryin to kill you all but my dice are all like, noooooo, don't do that 😛))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((I'll take it. ))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Admiral Niel looks in on you all scavenging, rolls his eyes skywards and stalks away muttering to himself."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo makes plans to have the shield generator moved to the Aurora Sprite after thoroughly looking it over and checking for any problems. Once it is moved to the ship, he will begin removing the old generator and putting the new one in place.\n\nDuring what little free time remains, Kadlo will research the creation of a lightsaber."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nTien trusted the installation of the new shield generator to Kadlo, figuring he'd only get in the engineer's way. Instead, he made a beeline for the hangar. He waved off anyone attempting to help him, citing something along the lines of \" Less talkie, more walkie. \" and appropriated the assignment roster from one of the techs. He identified a couple of X-Wings whose pilots had either died or wouldn't be flying again and immediately found the one he liked best. It looked standard, save for the paintjob: dark gray, black, and blue with the nosecone painted to look like a beak.\n\nThe sullustan then proceeded to give the X-Wing a detailed inspection, going over every system and subsystem and running in-depth preflight checks to make sure the unit was as close to top condition as it could be before he took it out and ran it through its paces."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "before Kadlo leaves to install the new generator Bendak Says, hey Kadlo when you get the old generator out I think we should store it in the cargo Hold we may have use for it in the future Bendak then goes back to Search for the rest of what they were looking for the weapons and engine parts.\n\n\n Spot: (1d20+5=18) \n Search: (1d20+7=20) "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo nods his head to Bendak, \"Waste not, want not.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You find a backup hyperdrive, although you can't quite tell what make it is.\n\n((Knowledge: Engineering if you have it))\n\nThat's about all you can really find spare parts wise. You may need to ask some people on the ship for help if you'd like some better gun emplacements."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Knowledge:starship systems (1d20+7=20) \n Knowledge:Engineering (1d20+3=17) "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKnowledge: Engineering 1d20+9=29 \n\n(OCC: When I need the high rolls, I never get them 😡 )"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((It is a x5 backup hyperdrive. So while not as good as the one you have installed (I think) it will help should the ship have any more...accidents, hehe))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak smiles when they figure the drive out, It may not be as fast as are Primary drive of x2 but as far as backups go x5 way better then are current x12 backup. let's get these back to the ship then we can locate an engineer and see about getting some guns for the ship. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Let's have Graybacca and anyone else interested in gun emplacements roll Diplomacy Checks))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Diplomacy: (1d20)[ 15 ] "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \nIf anyone calls Tien to help out on this, he will.\n \n\n\nDiplomacy: 1d20+4=16 "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak Calls Tien and informs him of what they found and about how there trying to convince the engineers to help find some new weapons for the Aurora Sprite.\n\n Diplomacy (1d20=16) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Gonna need the Diplomacy check from Tien before continuing))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nSee my previous post for the roll. Sorry for not pointing it out earlier.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Sorry, I should have seen that. Onwards.))\n\nDespite you all being pretty eloquent and somewhat famous on the Dauntless, everyone seems a little too busy to help mount guns on the ship."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "(OCC: With the Shield Generator having highest priority and the backup hyderdrive being second, does Kadlo have enough time to work on the gun emplacements before they arrive at their destination?)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((You could start mods, but there wouldn't really be enough time to get anywhere with the modifications))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "((OCC: Thats what I thought so I won't bother with the mods. Kadlo will stick to the shield generator and the backup hyperdrive.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I will be gone all day tomorrow. So just post what you plan on keeping busy with and I'll get to it on Sunday when I get back.))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak spends some time Training with Skywalker and Master Nrook in the Jedi arts He also helps Kadlo make repairs and upgrades and if there's anytime left he along with Kadlo look up the plans for building a lightsaber."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik heads down to the firing range and expends several dozen power packs, practicing both his accuracy and rapid target recognition."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "About a week into the voyage, a shudder is felt throughout the ship. If one were to look out any windows, you would clearly see that the ship has come out of hyperdrive.\n\nCurrently, you are all just waking up from a nice, resting 8 hour sleep ((or however long you need to sleep to feel rested))."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "((JIC - where are we in the upgrades to the ship?))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien Vor \n\nTien jogged out of the bunk they'd given him still zipping up his green flightsuit. He headed immediately to the nearest turbolift with his visored helmet tucked underneath his arm. The helmet was stylized with a rendition of a hawkbat, paying homage to Tien's callsign. He'd assumed that coming out of hyperspace meant that they were there, but if he was getting all ready to roar out of the hangar strapped to an X-Wing and nothing was wrong he'd rather be prepared than caught with his pants down. He'd been over the mission brief several times already and knew his part and the overall goal well. He just hoped the others would pull through on their respective ends."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \nGarik gets up from his bunk, and opens his weapons locker even before his clothing locker. If no alarms start sounding, he will then break down his carbine and give it a thorough cleaning before reassembling it and getting dressed.\n(A good soldier always keeps his priorities straight)."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Hmm, I'd go ahead everyone and make Sense Motive checks to get a general feel of the situation))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nSense Motive: 1d20+2=15 "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n Sense Motive: 1d20+1=14 "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Sense Motive (1d20+4=19) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You all have no idea why you've stopped, but you do all realize you haven't been in space nearly long enough to be at Ruusan. Other people are curiously poking their heads out of their rooms.\n\n\"What's going on?\"\n\n\"Why are we stopped?\"\n\nSeem to be the most widely asked questions."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Tying to figure things out Bendak grabs his Equipment and then heads for the Bridge to find out what going out."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nTien heads to the pilots' ready room, knowing that one of the others would contact him via comlink if anything was amiss."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Bendak and Tien, as you make your way to your respective places you hear snippets like\n\n\"Confrontation...bridge\"\n\nand\n\n\"Skywalker...Niel...Master Nrook dead\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak increases his speed and runs flat out for the bridge shouting for people to make way. Once at the bridge Doors Bendak scan the scene before him."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nTien stopped cold when he heard what was being said. He hurriedly ripped his comlink off of his belt and opened it to the team's frequency. \" Hey guys, does anyone know what's going on?! I'm hearing some bad stuff! Sithspit! Is Master Nrook really dead? \" he shouted into it as he began running towards the hangar. He had to check on the Sprite , start the engine warm up sequence in case the worse came to worst."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik pulls on a pair of pants and some combat boots and looks out into the hallway. If he sees and hears the same things as the rest of his comrades he will grab his combat vest and carbine and head to the bridge as fast as he can."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo stared at his communicator, unsure if he just heard Tien correctly. Knowing there were other priorities, like the wellfare of the ship, Kadlo grabbed his things and sprinted to the hangar bay and the Sprite , if the ship was needed, he should be there to make sure everything worked. On his way, he will scan the comm frequencies and try to get an idea as to what is going on."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The comm's are way to busy and clustered with chatter to make anything out.\n\nThose who make it to the bridge:\n\nThe doors slide open and in front of you, you see Skywalker on his knees on the floor, his head slumped down, holding what appears to be empty Jedi robes in his arms. People are picking themselves up off the floor and looking around, bewildered and frightened. You can't see Skywalker's face, but those around looking down at him are backing away slowly.\n\nThose who make it to the hangar:\n\nYou see people milling about, looking quite confused. Most seem to be staring at the bay exit, seemingly trying to figure out something in their head."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n Hangar Bay \n\n\" Deck officer! Deck officer! \" Tien yelled as he jogged into the hangar bay. Grabbing one man who seemed to be staring out to space for some reason by the shirt and spinning him around, Tien said, \" I need a sitrep yesterday! What the hell is going on! What the hell are you looking at?! \""
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo looks to the bay exit, trying to see what ever it is the others are so intent upon."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The deck officer shakes his head as if trying to clear the cobwebs out of it.\n\n\"Wha...what? I was just confused as to why Admiral Niel bolted in here, took a ship and took off into space. I should have stopped and asked him what was going on, but my mind seemed to have fallen asleep.\"\n\n((I think this goes w/o saying, but I'm not really going to be around tomorrow. What with Turkey Day here in the States and all. So no updates tomorrow. Will return on Friday))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Seeing Skywalker on his knees on the floor, his head slumped down, holding what appears to be empty Jedi robes in his arms. Bendak begins to realize the enormity of what has transpired, Bendak moves forward until he stands in front of Skywalker he then sinks to his knees and utters Oh, No Master, Master Nrook!?!, what happened here Skywalker who did this to are Master! \n\n((And happy Turkey Day Everyone.))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \nBridge \n\nGarik turns to the highest ranking Republic officer present, salutes, and asks for orders.\n(Unless of course he outranks everyone present, in which case he will ask for a situation report instead)."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Taking a page from Tien and Garik, when you post, under your name could you please give your location? That'll make things easier for me, hehe))\n\nSkywalker speaks up, his voice shaking with loss and rage.\n\n\"Niel...Admiral Niel did this. He became very insistent with Master Nrook that he should be allowed to see the final holocron. He'd been getting a lot of alone time with each holocron, which I found suspicious. What would a non-Force user want with the Holocrons? Apparently Master Nrook shared in my doubts, for he refused to let Admiral Niel see it. Faster than I could react, Niel struck down Master Nrook with a lightsaber. He picked up the holocron and fled. I'm sorry Master. I will avenge you.\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " no we'll do it together and put an end to the dark-side menace once and for all! getting to his feet on the bridge who's in command of this ship! once he locates the commanding officer, captain I'm assuming over all control of mission you are now in command of this ship and the fleet, get us under way for Ruusan we have to beat the Empire there at all costs. "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Cyrus112 \n The deck officer shakes his head as if trying to clear the cobwebs out of it.\n\n\"Wha...what? I was just confused as to why Admiral Niel bolted in here, took a ship and took off into space. I should have stopped and asked him what was going on, but my mind seemed to have fallen asleep.\" \n \n\nTien chucked his helmet to the floor with a resounding CLACK! \" Sithspit! And you just let him go?! You just let the ranking officer on board just take off? Where the hell does that leave us?! \"\n\nTien snatched his comlink off of his belt again with a growl. \" Bendak are you on the bridge? Is the Admiral's ship still within sensor range or has he already made the jump to lightspeed? Which way did he go? \""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Skywalker stands, looking resolute.\n\n\"No, Bendak, get your ship and crew ready. I'll be taking over. You're ship is to head straight planetside once Ruusan is in sight. See if there are any inhabitants and what we can do to prepare for a battle. I don't think Niel will be able to be tracked down at this rate. He's probably long gone. Capt. Mothma, get us back on course to Ruusan. I'll talk with the Jedi Masters, see what we can do. I think the Dark Lord of the Sith may have revealed himself a bit prematurely. Lieutenant Antilles, open comms to all frequencies, I'm going to address the ship. See if you can make sure it is relayed to the rest of the fleet.\"\n\n\"Dauntless, this is Jedi Knight ((did I give him a first name? Lol, I dont remember)) Skywalker. Admiral Niel has betrayed us for the Remnant and is currently on his way to inform them of the location of the Valley of the Jedi. We should reach the Valley in the next two days. I want everyone on high alert between now and then. We'll probably have a fight on our hands. I need to speak with the Jedi Masters, if they will consent to it. I leave the bridge to General Akbar.\"\n\n((Yes, I just did a lot of name dropping. Get over it 😛))\n\nWith that, Skywalker turns on his heel and leaves the bridge."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " OK, Then captain i'll need at lest two engineer to help finish are upgrading of the Aurora's Shield generator. at the beeping of his com-link Bendak pulls it out and say, Thats negative Tien he's gone. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The General gives you a quick, amused look but nods.\n\n\"That's General, Special Agent Bendak. You'll have your two engineers. Talk to the Deck Officer when you get down to the hangar. If he gives you any lip, have him contact me immediately.\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Yes, Sir and Sorry General . Bendak salutes the General and then leaves for the hanger deck Once on the hanger Bendak goes to the Deck officer and say, i need two engineer to help finish upgrades to the Aurora, General Akbar has already approved this. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The Deck Officer nods.\n\n\"Will do, Special Agent Bendak,\" he says, saluting smartly. The officer then takes a quick look around the hangar and then whistles shrilly. \"Dak, Jek, get over here and help Bendak and the crew of the Aurora Sprite get their modifications for their ship done. I don't care what you were working on before, this comes first. Was there anything else, Special Agent Bendak?\""
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nTien will assist/supervise the repairs however he can, but when they get closer to Ruusan he'll be running preflight checks and getting ready to fly the X-Wing.\n\n \n Spoiler \nGood to move on to Ruusan. If anyone has anything else to do just skip over me.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Does anyone else have anything to do? If so, go ahead and post actions. If not, we'll move straight on to Ruusan.))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " No that will do for now Thank you , Bendak then helps with upgrades.\n\n\n((OK i''m ready for the jump ahead))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo\nHangar Deck \n\nKadlo re-doubles his efforts on the modifications to the Sprite "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You all pull out of hyper space two days later. Skywalker's voice is heard over the intercom.\n\n\"This is it. Finally. The Valley of the Jedi. The Remnant have been given information as to where the Valley lies, so believe me when I say that we have a war ahead of us. The Remnant aren't in sight yet. That gives us an advantage. We don't know how long it is before the traitor Niel leads the Remnant here, but we will be ready for them. I'll get to work on setting up a blockade. The crew of the Aurora Sprite will land planetside and see what, if any, life exists. If possible, they should try and organize forces down there if any are found. May the Force be with us.\""
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien Vor \n\nThe sleek form of Tien's appropriated X-Wing starfighter curved up and around the Dauntless' superstructure and then buzzed the bridge before performing a snap roll that sent it spiraling down and around towards the main hangar bay, set to escort the Aurora Sprite down to the planet.\n\n\" Hawkbat One to Aurora Sprite , I'm in position to escort. Come to planetary approach vector one-one-four and I'll match speed. \" Tien spoke into his helmet comm as he decelerated to the Dauntless' crawling speed. \" Don't scratch my baby coming out of that hangar. \""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Soo, gonna need a pilot check for the Aurora types))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " pilot (1d20+13=29) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The two ships fly out of the hangar and make their way planetside as more Republic ships come out of hyperspace. It appears most of the fleet has made the trip out here. On your descent, you notice a few scattered villages and little in the way of technology."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((watcha all doin?))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": "((Waiting for two people to post.))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik sits in the dorsal laser turret on board the Aurora Sprite and lights a cigar."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "((Sorry. Bad weekend. Our rotty ran away and the kids are devistated. Spent the weekend putting up posters and combing the neighborhood. Still no luck.))\n\nKadlo will take the co-pilot's seat next to Bendak."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak notes the land cape below but continues on to the coordinates."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Best of luck finding your dog, sir.))\n\nYou all note on your descent that Ruusan is very sparse. There are a few villages that can be seen but as far as animal and plant life, there isn't much. You reach the landing spot which is pretty wide open. There is a village near by and some ruins in the background."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\n\"I think our best option is to make for the ruins. I don't think we'll get much information from the locals and time is of the essence.\" Kadlo collects his gear and waits for any other ideas or opinions."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You would note that with the way the village is situated and with the surrounding mountainous terrain, you would have to pass through the village to reach the ruins in any amount of time."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "As they disembark Garik makes sure his pack is properly fastened, and his blaster is fully charged. He also checks his lifeform scanner to see if it is still malfunctioning."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak descends the ramp and looks around making sure he has every thing he needs he heads off toward the village and the ruins\n\n\n\n(( Guys I'm going a way over night i'll be back saturday.))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien Vor \n\nTien set the X-Wing down on a patch of clear ground not far away from the Sprite . As the fighter powered down he left his helmet on the control console and made his way onto one of the wing struts. He made sure the cockpit was locked against any curious natives before hopping down onto the ground and making his way to the rest of the group. He was still in his pilot's jumpsuit, strapping his heavy blaster to his thigh when he made it.\n\n\" Alright, gang. Let's get this traveling circus on the road, eh? I'd rather we get to the scary Jedi ruins some time before dark. \" he said with his customary frown that he always got when talking about Jedi voodoo."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Life scanner was working normally back on the Dauntless, but landing on Ruusan you've noticed that it's acting kind of fritzy again. Making your way to the village, you would note an elderly looking humanoid waiting patiently for you.\n\nIn very haltering, heavily accented common he asks, \"Jee-dai?\""
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik shakes his head in the negative. \"Coe-man-doe\" \nHe then shows the old man his blaster carbine. \"Boomstick\" \nPointing to the ruins he asks: \"Who there?\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The old man rolls his eyes.\n\n\"Can understand you, just not good with language. It been so long. None of you Jee-dai?\""
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien Vor \n\n\" Jedi, huh? Hey, Bendak! Kadlo! Hurry up! They want to talk to a jedi! \" Tien called back to the others. Sometimes he didn't know why he was here except to fly the big, bad \"Jeedai\" around, he thought with a little smirk. Then again, since when did the natives on any planet come looking for pilots or scoundrels any time in recorded history? He sat on a nearby rock and waited for the jedi to make nice with the locals."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak walks up to the man yes i'm a Jedi student ."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The elderly humanoid nods his head in an excited fashion.\n\n\"Yes, Jee-dai from long time ago say there would be searchers. We keep Valley safe. We keep hidden. None tread grounds. Kat-arn also mention evil forces and war. We prepare battle?\""
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien Vor \n\n\" Those Sith are going to be coming here looking for the same thing we are. \" Tien mused from his perch on the nearby rock. \" They'll kill anyone that gets in their way. \" he added, looking at the elder and Bendak. \" Many of your people would die in a pitched battle. You know that, right? \""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The elder shakes his head emphatically. His basic seems to be coming back to him as he speaks\n\n\"We not soldiers, but we are warriors. We are hunters. We have known this happen for centuries. We are prepared. We gather what forces we can to help. We provide much sniper support. This our home. We fight to defend it. We defend it or we die.\""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak lays his hadnd on the old mans soulder, and it would be my honor to stand and fight along side you "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo, who had stood silently behind Bendak, nods his head as well. \"I would be honored as well. Did the Jedi teach your people any skills when they were here?\" "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien Vor \n\nTien crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. Hey, if the natives were willing to play decoy and living shield, throwing themselves in front of the imperial troops, so that the party could complete their mission then it was fine with him. If these people didn't have a survival instinct it was up to them, and it wasn't like he was going to turn down the offer. So he waited there on his rock until the Jedi were finished with the talkie talkie."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Tien Tactical it makes no sense for use to go find he item while these people fight and die for use, say we find it and by the time we get back the Imp's have over run them then were then cut off from the ships and are only way off this rock, but if we stay and fight and defeat them then we can take are time and find the item at are leaser "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n \n Spoiler \nYou weren't responding to my last post, were you? Tien didn't say any of that out loud.\n \n\n\n\" No good. While we're fighting the Imps will have sent someone to retrieve the artifacts from the ruins. We have to press onward. \" Tien said, hopping off the rock and approaching Bendak and the elder. \" But no way in hell I'm just going to let the Sprite fall into enemy hands. I say we split up. You Jedi finish the mission, me and Garik will protect the escape route and help the natives with their imperial problem. How's that? \""
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((😳 Yeah i was the way you wrote it, it did sould like you were saying it out loud, but i gess we could say the force let me in on what you were thinking we could say i just read it on your face.))"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nWhen Tien says something out loud it's in this color with quotation marks. From now on, try to remember that, okay?\n "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((OK. ))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "THe elder nods again.\n\n\"Many of us can use the Force. Kat-arn and some of his descendants helped us learn. One descendant....strange though. Bad thoughts. Leave planet. Not look back. Think he forgot. About Jee-dai. About Light Side. I go to Valley. Raise the banner. Those who are able come from surrounding villages to help.\""
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik turns to Bendak. \"I don't see why we have to leave these folks to fight on their own. Why don't we help them clean house, and then go looking for your Jedi whatsit?\" "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Try to keep up, muscles. I already went over that. Even if we stay, the Imps will no doubt send someone to the ruins while we're out here holding them back. Someone needs to go on ahead, even if we stay here. \""
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n \"I agree with Tien. The Imps have followed that pattern at every turn so far. I doubt they will stray from it now. As much as it pains me to leave the natives to fight our battle, I think at least some of us should press on to the ruins and hopefully beat the Imps to the artifact.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Your ComLinks begin to go off.\n\n\"Members of the Aurora Sprite, this is Jedi Knight Skywalker. Most of our fleet is in the sky above you. We'll be attempting a blockade, but a few ships might get through. We'll be ferrying down a few battalions of troops. Hopefully it will help.\""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Watcha all up to?))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n \"Acknowledged. Aurora Sprite out.\" Kadlo looks to the others. \"If we are going to do this, we need to move now. Bendak, Tien's right. We should move out to the ruins now. I have faith in Garik and Tien. They are more than capable of handling whatever the Imps throw at them.\" Kadlo picks up his gear and before setting out, turns to the eldar. \"May the force be with you.\" Kadlo then heads towards the ruins."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Your right OK lets go Bendek moves off toward the ruins, over his shoulder he say we'll be back as soon a possible "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "As you make your way to the ruins, a banner goes up near the middle of said ruins and a long, low trumpet note is rung. From near and far, answering calls are returned. One of the first things you see upon entering the ruins is a very large cave. There seems to be a pulsating light coming from it."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak heads for the cave mouth and will enter it."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo follows, opening his senses to the Force."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nTien turned to the elder or whoever was left in charge of the defense and said, \" Alright, so fill us in on your battle plan so we can coordinate an effective defense with the troops from the Dauntless . I need to know your numbers, your weapons, and tactics you were planning on using, etc. We'll have some heavy equipment but those Imperial dogs tend to come loaded for bear. We need to be as effective as possible. \""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "As you are talking, Tien, a sizeable number of shuttles come landing on the surface and out come an even more sizeable number of troops. The one you're talking to says, \"We have some that are trained in the Force. Mostly, we are hunters. We will provide long range support for troops.\" Looking around, Tien, you notice many of the villagers with some very nice looking weaponry as far as sniper rifles go. They are taking up covered points in trees and a few of the surrounding ruins that aren't part of the Valley.\n\nKadlo, this entire planet seems imbued with the Force. You sense the Force in the cave as well.\n\nWalking in, Bendak, you see many, many crystals all different colors and hues.\n\n((Knowledge: Jedi if you have it))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " Knowledge (Jedi lore) (1d20+4=19) "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo does not have Knowledge: Jedi Lore, so no roll for me."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "These are the crystals used in the construction of a Jedi's lightsaber. You've heard of crystal caves before, but this is the first you are seeing of them."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "((OCC: As I specifically stated Kadlo was researching the construction of a light saber during our downtime, would he know how to extract the crystal from the rock properly?))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((You would have an idea, yes. I will say that while there are some in the rocks, they also just litter the floor, free for the taking))"
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik takes a couple of the snipers to a good vantage point with plenty of cover, then increases the zoom function on his macrobinoculars as he scans the incoming troops."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Realizing what the crystals were Bendak stretches out with the force to see witch of the crystals where meant for him and his lightsaber."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "A somewhat oddly shaped silver crystal sparkles in the dim light, drawing your eye directly to it.\n\nThe troops coming in seem to be your average ground troops. A few light cannons and some ligh combat vehicles are being unloaded as well."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nWatching Bendak, Kaldo opens up to the force and tries the same thing."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Seeing the somewhat oddly shaped silver crystal sparkle Bendak bends down and retrives the crystal"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Kadlo, you found an almost perfectly round bronze crystal that draws your eye."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nTien went on to leave the actual planning to the elder/ground commander for the ground troops that had just landed and headed back to the two ships they'd arrived in. He supervised the camo-netting of the Aurora Sprite , hoping to hide it from the enemy long enough that if they needed to make a quick getaway he wouldn't have to run past a detachment of stormtroopers to get to it. Secondly, he made sure his X-Wing was prepped and ready to go. He wasn't much of a ground trooper like Garik. If he was going to provide some real support to the ground battle, he'd be doing it via strafing runs and air superiority in the snubfighter. In the atmosphere, he could beat the pants off of even the faster, more maneuverable in space TIE models. Even against monsters like AT-AT walkers and their ilk his X-Wing's wingtip cannons and proton torpedoes would turn them into so much scrap metal.\n\nBring it on."
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nAs they pass by the crystal that has attracted his attention, Kadlo will reach out with the force and gently pick it up from its resting place.\n\nMove Object: 1d20+11=20 "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "It lifts easily, almost eagerly, from its resting place.\n\nOver the comms:\n\n\"This is Jedi Knight Skywalker. We have contact with the Remnant. Scramble fighters and open fire...what is that ?\" Skywalker's comm breaks off suddenly, and something is seen streaking towards the planet at an extremely fast rate."
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" This is Hawkbat One. I'm going to do a flyby and see whatever the hell that was. \" crackled the sullustan's voice over the comms. \" If it's something I can't take care of, I'll make a run for space and see if I can get out of its range before coming back. \"\n\nThe amber light of his exhaust flared briefly once Tien's X-Wing's repulsorlifts brought it above tree level and it shot off. He tracked the course of the thing that had come streaking towards the atmosphere and shot out to either intercept it from the rear quarter as it leveled out or go head to head with it if it was coming straight at him. He set his lasers to dual-linked fire and checked his scopes for enemy targets."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "It's a metallic object of some kind. I'll need a pilot check from you, Tien.\n\n((Also, I will be incommunicado for the next couple of days, so break until the day after Christmas, I think. I may be able to get on before that, but maybe not. Feel free to post actions/comments if you'd like, just don't expect them to be addressed until early into this upcoming week. Also Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it. If not, Happy Holidays.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I'm back. Actions, people?))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak with the crystal in hand he continues on deeper into the ruins"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nPilot Check: 1d20+20 → [20,20] = ( 40 )\n http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1445599/ "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo carefully pockets the crystal and follows Bendak."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You both exit the cave in time to see what happens with Tien. Tien, you somehow manage to maneuver your ship out of the way of this thing heading toward you at an extremely fast speed. You roll out of the way and it streaks by you. Kadlo and Bendak see this and then see the object streak towards the ruins farther in. There is a muffled thump and a cloud of dust and debris goes into the air when it lands near what is, as far as you can tell, the center of the Valley."
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": " Garik Hannser \n\nGarik's voice crackles over the commlink. \"Kadlo, Bendak, that thing didn't hit you did it?\" "
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak pulled out his com-link and replays, no were still here but it did land deeper in the ruins where on are way to explore it now Putting the com-link away Bendak heads deeper into the ruin at a faster pace"
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nTien struggled against the stick, the G-forces in the atmosphere shoving him into the pilot's seat with almost more weight than his body could handle. He felt the world narrowing into a tunnel inside his head as the blood rushed out of it, but his flight suit compensated by tightening on his body to keep the blood contained while his R5 copilot funneled adrenaline and other chemicals into his bloodstream in order to keep him awake and coherent. If he did happen to pass out, the droid would take control automatically until he awoke, but fortunately he was able to avoid that.\n\n\" Whoo! \" Tien exclaimed, shaking his head to clear it after the maneuver that saved his life. \" Thanks, R5. That was a rough one. Just what the hell was that anyway? \" he asked through the comm link so the others could hear him. Circling the ruins, he swept in for a low pass to get a better look at whatever had nearly killed him before continuing on to harass any Imperial troop carriers that would inevitably be coming down for the ground battle.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSummary: Getting a look, then driving into the high atmosphere in order to intercept troop carriers. If he can knock a few out of the sky the battle might go a little better for those on the ground.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Tien, you see some sort of metallic pod that has slightly cratered in the ground, but not much else aside from that. Going high into atmosphere, you can begin to make out the battle before you. A few Remnant troop pods have broken through and are on the way to Ruusan.\n\nGarik, no approaching troops yet, but it's only a matter of time.\n\nBendak, Kadlo, as you make your way further in, you see a robed and hooded figure staring at a large pyramid structure, facing away from you.\n\n\"Is this all the resistance they send to face the great Lord Galak?\" a familiar voice asks. The figure turns around, and there stands Admiral Niel, wielding a blood red lightsaber. He's flanked by two other Sith who are robed in black and also carry activated lightsabers.\n\n\"Keep these two busy while I head on inside,\" he says as he turns back around and heads into the pyramid."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak draws one of his lightsabers and ignites it. I don't see anything Great about a traitor like you Admiral Niel . \n\nBendak then Advances and attacks one of the dark jedi left to stop him.\n\n\n INITIATIVE: (1d20+7=20) \n Lightsaber Attack: (1d20+9=28, 1d20+4=18) \n Confirm critical: (1d20=18) \n Damage: (2d8+2=13, 2d8+2=11) "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \n\nKadlo is completely caught off guard by the presence of the Admiral and his Sith cohorts.\n\nInitiative: 1d20+2=3 \n Great, he thinks to himself, just what we needed to make the day complete. Kadlo pulls his blaster from his holster and fires at the approaching Sith.\n\nAttack Rolls: 1d20+8=28, 1d20+3=22 \nDamage Rolls: 3d6=14, 3d6=14 "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" Alright.... \" Tien said to himself as he checked the power gauges for his weapons and shields and accelerated to combat speed. The wings on his small craft parted into the definitive X-shape the fighter was known for with the small whine of servomotors. \" This is Hawkbat One, I'm starting my attack run. \" he communicated to those on the ground below. \" Let's see if I can't make this a bit easier on you guys down there. \"\n\nThe X-Wing snapped up onto its starboard s-foil and dove downwards at the oncoming troop ships. Tien selected proton torpedoes from his weapon inventory, linking them to fire both simultaneously, and settled the lock-on reticle onto the lead ship. He heard the beeping of the targeting computer begin to rapidly speed up until it was just a solid tone. He bore down grimly on the flight stick, thumbing the trigger to send twin streaks of azure light rocketing from his X-Wing's torpedo tubes. As soon as they were away, he snap rolled out of the flight path to avoid enemy fire.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative: 1d20+11=15 \nDefense: 22 \nProton Torpedo Attack: 1d20+10=22 (+1 for Precise Attack? So 23?)\nDamage: 9d10=42, 9d10=41 (83 Damage)\nMisc Pilot Checks: 1d20+20=35, 1d20+20=31 (+6 Maneuver bonus from fighter: 41 and 37 )\n "
},
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"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Why oh why must the evil NPC's always NOT make thier Fort saves? You people need a challenge for once, lol))\n\nTien, more ships join up with you to take down the various small and large transports heading for the ground. They seem to be, for the most part, unguarded; a few TIE's are the only escort. The combined fire of all the ships present in your little group manage to drop one of the smaller transports. There are still a few more smaller and larger ones.\n\nKadlo, the one that you shoot takes the bolts and seems winded, but he still stands as he advances toward you. Bendak, you drop yours with two quick slashes of your lightsaber."
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{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " Kadlo \nKadlo continues to fire at the remaining sith, hopefully leaving an opening for Bendak to follow the admiral.\n\nAttack Rolls 1d20+8=21, 1d20+3=17 \nDamage Rolls 3d6=13, 3d6=17 \n\n((OCC Note: I will not be able to access the internet starting 5:00 pm EST on Tuesday till Friday at the earliest. My grandfather passed away over the weekend so I am heading back to my parents house for the funeral. They don't have internet access so I will not be able to check messages until I get back home, which may be Friday or over the weekend. Either way, I will be back by next Monday (14th).))"
},
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"author": "Graybacca",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by ybn1197 \n ((OCC Note: I will not be able to access the internet starting 5:00 pm EST on Tuesday till Friday at the earliest. My grandfather passed away over the weekend so I am heading back to my parents house for the funeral. They don't have internet access so I will not be able to check messages until I get back home, which may be Friday or over the weekend. Either way, I will be back by next Monday (14th).)) \n \n\n((Sorry to her that man you have my condolences))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak goes to Kadlo aid and attacks the sith.\n\n Lightsaber Attack: (1d20+9=25, 1d20+4=23) \n Damage: (2d8+2=17, 2d8+2=8) "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\n\" This is Hawkbat One. Y-Wings, form up and take down the lead transport, the big one. X-Wings, you're with me. Pick an eyeball and poke it out. \" Tien ordered the fighters with him. He pulled up and selected a TIE fighter, switching his weapons over to laser cannons once again. With their meager fighter screen gone, the rebel pilots could have a field day with the transports.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC: How many ships are there exactly? How many large transports, small transports, and TIE fighters? Are the TIEs all the same type?\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((My condolences as well))\n\nThe remaining Sith attacks Bendak.\n\nAttack 1 = 25\nDamage = 18\n\nAttack 2 = 7\nDamage = 17\n\nThe Sith remains standing after Bendak's attack. One of Kadlo's bolts hits the Sith, and the other gets deflected back at Kadlo for the damage of the second bolt.\n\nThere are two very big transport ships and four smaller transport ships, not counting the one you blew up."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Fighters begin to scatter from the larger transport ships. A mix of TIE and TIE Advance fighters."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak continues to attack the sith\n\n\n Lightsaber attack (1d20+9=28, 1d20+4=15) \n Damage (2d8+2=13, 2d8+2=14) "
},
{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n \n Spoiler \nOOC: How MANY fighters are there?\n \n\n\nTien randomly selected the closest TIE Advanced fighter, angling in, trying to get behind it for a killing shot. He juked and swept his fighter to keep up with the TIE pilot's wild maneuvering and attempted to lock his targeting reticle on him. When he heard the targeting computer give him a beep, and when his instincts told him it was right, he squeezed back on the trigger and let four, linked laser bolts burn from his wingtips.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative: 1d20+11=31 \nAttack: 1d20+21=40 \nDamage: 6d10=43, 6d10=27 \nRandom Piloting Rolls: 1d20+26=44, 1d20+26=38 (Used Lucky for a reroll.)\n "
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "Kadlo continues to fire his blaster at the remaining sith.\n\nAttack Rolls: 1d20+8=21, 1d20+3=23 \nCritical Threat: 1d20+3=23 \nDamage: 3d6=10, 3d6=16 \n10 to Vitality and 16 to Wounds"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Sorry about my not being around. First Giant was down and now my computer is dying. I'll update when I can, but for now, updates may be slow. Just and FYI. Please bear with me, hehe))\n\nBendak, you fight with the Dark Jedi a bit more. Your first attack hits, the second swings wide. He attacks back.\n\nAttack 1\nAttack - 22\nDamage - 10\n\nAttack 2 - 19\nDamage - 14\n\nKadlo, you take the Dark Jedi between the eyes and he falls to the foor, dead.\n\nTien, you see six TIE's and six TIE Advances. You drop one of the Advances."
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "Bendak continues to attack the sith\n\n\n Lightsaber attack (1d20+9=28, 1d20+4=18) \n Confirm Critical (1d20=19) \n Damage (2d8+2=18, 2d8+2=9) "
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{
"author": "ChronicLunacy",
"message": " Tien \n\nTien's X-Wing blew through the cloud of molten debris that had once been a TIE Advanced fighter and selected the next closest target. As he angled in to get on its tail, his astromech droid kept watch on ship's systems and would shrill a warning if an enemy dropped onto his tail. \" Scratch one for the home team. Y-Wings, how you doing on those transports? \" he said as he rolled his fighter and moved in on another TIE Advanced. These had shields last time he'd checked. They were the first priority, the most dangerous to the Y-Wings. They had to be taken out fast. He just hoped his squadron was up to the challenge.\n\nHe lined up a shot and fired again.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMisc. Piloting Rolls: 1d20+26=40, 1d20+26=36 \nAttack: 1d20+21=23 \nDamage: 6d10=30, 6d10=38 \n "
},
{
"author": "Felistor",
"message": "Garik disassembles and cleans his blaster carbine, then reassembles it."
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{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Graybacca \n Bendak continues to attack the sith\n\n\n Lightsaber attack (1d20+9=28, 1d20+4=18) \n Confirm Critical (1d20=19) \n Damage (2d8+2=18, 2d8+2=9) \n \n\n((I thought we got them all, except the Admiral of course but he already took off.))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "(( Well i sort of missed that part, and in that case))\n\nBendak take minute to rest before he continues after the admiral"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((So yeah, my PC took a major dump, so I can't do much right now other than to ask that you all please hang with it. My PC SHOULD be up and running by the end of the week, if you all don't mind hanging on, we can properly advance then))"
},
{
"author": "Graybacca",
"message": "((OK Cool))"
},
{
"author": "ybn1197",
"message": "((No problem. Been there before.))"
}
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{
"author": "Gyorn Hrathen",
"message": " First Day of the Early Autumn Month (Forwyk), of the year 899 AP. \n And it was in these days that six set out from Cayr to meet that which would alter our realms more drastically than the coming of the Prophet himself... I was a younger mage in those days, and had not the foresight to predict what would befall these six, but after much meditation, it seems to me it was, by the end, all for the best... \n- From the journal of High Mage Shandas Leslerrin of Nar'Falas\n\nThree weeks ago, the sky above the Elnish Vales exploded with a light that rivaled that of the sun...\n\nFrom the twisting, fading light that played amongst the clouds, there came a fleet of speeding rocks, trailing fire and dust. Those that didn't break up and disintegrate found lodging in the wilderness of the Vales. One such hunk of rock, black and speckled red, found its way to the Tharacian Fangs, a series of hills crested by a large and gnarled mountain already steeped in its own folk lore.\n\nThe nearby town of Tharac, northernmost outpost of the kingdom of Cayr, has little more than a few aged militia men to defend it against any threat, thanks to the recent conscription for war in the south. In the towering capital city of Cayr, Lord Jormon Mondtman, the King Daelrem's Hand, and Sir Marac Gevelred, the King's Sword, have called an emergency meeting at the First King's Keep. The many-tiered citadel of the Keep has long been the seat of Cayr's court and is known for being hundreds of years older than the kingdom and the city itself.\n\nUnder its vaulted, gothic gates this day there wanders the most powerful individuals in the realm. The meeting is being attended by the two-dozen or so lords of Cayr (or their representatives), members of the more powerful of the trade guilds, dwarven Bishop Galfrad of the Church, as well as a delegation from the elven realm of Nar'Falas led by High-Mage Shandas Leslerrin (Winterleaf), who are visiting to negotiate an alliance against the realm of Felbrin.\n\nFinally, there comes the adventurers. One well-established troupe, the Blades of Baralon, stand proudly in the back of the Hall of the Rose Table where the meeting is being held, alongside several dozen others. These others include Tphnn the aasimar paladin and bard, Ket the roguish druid, Lucien Fireheart the military-born warmage, Trakkard the Nar'Falan divine adventurer, Skand the taciturn hexblade, and Jerek Kuzul the tiefling bard.\n\nAfter a few minutes of random discussion interrupted by the combative voice of Bishop Galfrad or the musical voice of the Nar'Falan emissary, the great iron, gold-decorated doors at the end of the hall are opened by two Knights of the Throne, who announce the coming of the King's Hand, Lord Jormon Mondtman.\n\nThe man is dressed in ceremonial half-plate with polished chain and a violet surcoat of velvet, embroidered in red and gold, embossed with the Cayran Star-and-Griffon pattern of the royal family. He marches to the head of the table, the King's Sword, Sir Marac Gevelred, to his right, another knight to his left.\n\n\"I ask you all to take your seats at the Rose Table, and in the name of King Daelrem, hear my words.\" At this, the lords, officials and others gathered in the hall take their seats, with the adventurers, servants and retainers still standing around the room. The incident so far is then recounted...\n\nThree weeks ago, the rocks fell. Three days after that, word was received from Lord Fraen Rockferren of Tharac concerning a particularly large meteor that thudded into the Tharacian Fangs during the fall. A week later, word was received that the local Pantheon Church was in conflict with an old circle of druids that had been operating in the area for ages. The druids had been slaughtered.\n\n(During this part of the story, the Bishop seems slightly perturbed at the King's Hand's openness about such issues).\n\nAs well as this disturbance, strange phenomena have been assailing the town and its environs, including freak landslides, fires, disappearances and strange shadows on the mountainside. The locals are growing more and more worried about the town's lack of protection.\n\nFinally, five days ago, the famed adventuring troupe known as The Sundry Seven Swords, led by ex-knight Taral Brigdane and a Church cleric known as Malderon the Pious, set out without royal commission to investigate the town. No word has been received as to their arrival at Tharac, nor the arrival of the small merchant caravan they were accompanying.\n\n\"And so now,\" continues the King's Hand, \"We feel it is necessary to commence with royal support of a formal investigation. Of course, with the lack of troops in the capital, it becomes necessary to rely on mercenaries, adventurers and private troupes... this is why you are here.\" He says, nodding to the back of the room.\n\nThe matter is then put to a vote, and most parties vote in favor of the investigation, save for the Bishop and representatives from guilds who are largely controlled by the Church. \"Our devoted servants in the north,\" begins the Bishop in his hard dwarven tone \"Will be enough to deal with any disturbances or conflict in the north. These fine... mercenaries would to well to stay here and defend the capital from any threat, from outside or in.\"\n\nThe hall then erupts in debate, with the elven delegation and the Hand the Bishop's staunchest opponents. As the arguments heat up, the King's Sword, a tall, middle-aged man with straight white hair and a severe face, stands to address those gathered. Those who do not pause to listen, do so once he begins to speak in his low, gravely tone.\n\n\"The Church holds no sway over matters of our defense yet, thank Pelor. We must keep in mind that our northern borders are vital should we be facing a larger threat than imagined. To quell this mystery quickly would be ideal. We cannot afford to stay insular within this city.\"\n\nAt this, the lady elf nods her approval and the dwarf Bishop sits back down, with the knowledge that his will is not absolute here. There is a pause, and then the leader of the Blades of Baralon, a sorcerer-soldier by the name of Darik steps forward. He is a young man, but is known for his sly wisdom.\n\n\"I have discussed this with my fellows, and we have decided to head the honorable Bishop's words and stay in the capital in the event that the war in the south goes badly, or that this issue with the star-rocks becomes more serious. We thank the King for his hospitality.\" With this, the Blades of Baralon bow and leave the hall.\n\n\"Finally,\" mutters the Bishop under his breath, \"A human who shows some sense...\"\n\n\"And what say the rest of you? Will you help us?\" asks the Hand of the King to the rest of the gathered adventurers.\n\nAll eyes in the hall are on you...\n\n((OOC: Alright guys, there it is. REMEMBER TO LINK TO YOUR ROLLS SO I KNOW THEY'RE REAL! Go crazy with sensory rolls, charisma skills, knowledge checks etc., and feel free to ask any questions or raise any issues you might have with the situation. HAVE FUN!!))"
},
{
"author": "Arioch",
"message": "After a short deliberation, Skand stands. He tosses his hair back, making the marks on his face clearly visible. It is not clear whether this is a habitual motion or whether he is deliberately attempting to upset the Bishop with his \"demon-marks\".\n\n \"All this talk of help and danger is fine, but you have missed out something important: the money. How much does this pay?\" "
},
{
"author": "Jimblee",
"message": "Seeing his fellow adventurer speak, Jerek Kuzul decides to do so as well. He is of average height and build for a human, and wears clothes more befitting nobility than a blade-for-hire. His mustache is clean cut and defined, and as crimson as his below-shoulder hair. He would have appeared human before the court if it were not for two notable horns, unnaturally bright, green eyes, and distinctly sharpened teeth.\n\n \"Money is an issue here - more soldiers for more gold, after all.\" "
},
{
"author": "SirGhandi",
"message": " Trakkard \n\nThe serene elf sits and waits as the first two of his fellow mercenaries for hire announce their intentions. Typical mercenary behavior. Although in troubled times like these, it is often hard to consider the greater events that are taking place around you. He tries not to let their course behavior color his first impression of them.\n\n \"Gentlemen, thank you for inviting all of us in these troubling times. Allow me to introduce myself and offer my services. I am Trakkard Raul of Nar'Falas, and my bow and sword are yours. I have followed the signs to this place, and I know that my fate has been bound to this mission. I will travel north, and help you to discover the secret behind these events. All I ask is fair compensation. As I serve Ehlonna, so shall I serve you in the completion of this task.\" "
},
{
"author": "Gyorn Hrathen",
"message": "The Bishop's face contorts as the two individuals with the slightly infernal look stand to speak. The King's Hand, however, seems not to care about the look of the warrior and the musician.\n\nAfter a brief hesitation, the Hand motions for one of the servants back by the large doors to come forward. The well-dressed and well-mannered servant procures for the lord a sheet of brown parchment. The Hand reads from it. \"By order of the High Honorable King Daelrem, I, the Hand of He, am to offer, should it be required, a fee of two-thousand golden locs to any who undertake this mission in the name of the Crown and Throne of the Kingdom of Cayr.\"\n\nHe nods to another servant by the doors, who brings up several large bags of golden coins and plunks them at the head of the table, much to the suprise of the seated lords and guildmembers.\n\n\"Should there be more to this situation than mere investigation, the royal treasurer at Tharac will be instructed to further reward you. I trust these terms are suitable.\"\n\nAt this his gaze wanders across the adventurers gathered. He is judging all of you..."
},
{
"author": "PocketRocket",
"message": " Lucian Fireheart \n\nLucian steps forward and makes a kind bow towards the Hand of the King and the rest of the gathering. As he leans back up his long blond hair falls back to reveal his piercing red eyes.\n \"Lucian Fireheart, of the valiant Fireheart family, whom has served Cayr for generations as knights and warriors alike, at your service. As a servant of this great kingdom, I feel it is my duty to answer your call and set out on this quest, if you so find me worthy.\" At this, Lucian falls back in line and looks at his fellow adventurers to see if they too will join in this quest."
},
{
"author": "Gyorn Hrathen",
"message": "At the elf's words, Bishop Galfrad sighs his contempt. \"An elf who claims to serve one of the High Host, but heeds not the wisdom of the Church. Typical...\"\n\nAs Lucian speaks, the King's Sword speaks again: \"Ah, the youngest Fireheart. A fine house indeed. See to it that your kin are well represented in the days to come, young mage.\" With a nod, the Sword moves to leave the hall. \"I have other matters to attend, my lord.\" At this the Hand nods and the Sword exits."
},
{
"author": "Jimblee",
"message": " Jerek Kuzul \n\nJerek tips his head back in observation of the events that follow. After the proceedings, he follows in their steps with a bow, though his is not without flourish, and an unending gaze at his employer. He licks his lips, and speaks carefully:\n\n \"I give you my loyalty, my service, and my life. My name is Jerek Kuzul, and I am no one but your servant.\" \n\nHe falls back in line, glancing at Lucian for a moment with the shadow of a grin, before awaiting for more response."
},
{
"author": "nyyarg",
"message": " Ket \n \"The Hand of the King is generous.\" \n\nA rather dark-skinned man wearing armor that appears to be made of nothing more than a great many leaves steps forward. He bows slightly toward the King's Hand before continuing to speak.\n\n \"Please correct me if I am misunderstanding you, but it would seem you are suggesting that the slaughter of a benevolent circle of druids is directly tied to this meteoric impact, rather than what would seem to be the obvious root cause.\" Ket pauses and briefly glances at the bishop to see his reaction. \"I would be very interested in investigating this matter, It pains me to hear that so many good druids may have died unnatural deaths.\" "
},
{
"author": "TwoCents",
"message": " Tphnn \n\nA slender young woman stood quietly with the other mercenaries. Wearing a mithril shirt and simple yet spotlessly clean garments, she waited and watched while the others spoke and bickered. She wore a serene smile and stood, hands folded over the pommel of her sword, as she prayed for guidance from Pelor\n\n \n Spoiler \n Before agreeing to participate -- especially since it means cooperating with Jerek and Skand, Tphnn will check with her Phylactery of Faithfulness to see if Pelor approves. I'm going to assume it's a go, since otherwise Tphnn has to go find another GM to bother\n \n\n\nTphnn bowed slightly to the King's Hand \" I appreciate the kingdom's generosity, my lord. Even a paladin can find a use for coin, now and again.\" She stepped closer to the table and stared at the Bishop until he met her eyes, or dropped them in shame. \"My lord Bishop. The Church is servant to the Gods in all things. The truly faithful may ask for the advice of men, but we must follow the Will of the Gods. Pelor wishes me to go; I go.\" She continued to stare at the bishop, waiting for a response.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Detect evil. Come on, you knew it was coming 😁\nAlso, Knowledge:Local to see if the Bishop has always been this hostile (d20+5)[ 15 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Arioch",
"message": " Skand \n\nSkand scowls as the paladin steps forward. The markings on his face glow slightly, and his hand twiches over his sword, a slender falchion carved with markings that make the viewer feel slightly ill. He is dressed in a black shirt and trousers, having considered that armour was unsuitable for the occasion.\n\nEventually he relaxes.\n\n \"I didn't realise the Church would be sending its drones on this mission. I prefer to work with people who can think for themselves.\" \n\nHe seems to think for a while, his red eyes darting around the room as he considers each of the other adventurers in turn, especially the paladin. Eventually he returns his gaze to the King's Hand.\n\n \"Well, it could be worse, I suppose. She could follow Cuthbert. If you pay what you promise, I will do it. You know my reputation, and my skill. Do not think to cheat me.\" "
},
{
"author": "TwoCents",
"message": "Tphnn waited for the bishop to respond to her statement. She did not react to Skand’s rudeness, but continued to stand placidly. After a few minutes, [OOC: or when the bishop was done speaking, if he did speak], she turned and faced Skand. Pulling off her helmet and tucking it under her arm, she revealed long red-gold hair tied back with a yellow leather band holding a small box to her forehead. Her eyes began to turn a gleaming silver as she stared coldly at the hexblade for long minutes. She finally spoke, “ I hope you are not as inaccurate with your blade as you are with your words. You have made the same mistake as our good bishop. I am the servant of Pelor , not of the Church. I go where He sends me and I do as He bids. ”\n\nShe made a gesture towards the table behind her. “ You should not worry if they will cheat you, for you have already cheated yourself of civility, of courtesy, and of common sense. The money is before you; count it if you desire, but the terms of the offer have been presented. Take them or not as you will but do not waste more time with idle threats and posturing. ”\n\nTphnn paused and looked at the others, her face softening towards a smile, “ I have always believed that what is in a being’s heart mattered more than his aspect, even if his appearance is … pointedly … different. Nor is it right to judge someone before evidence of guilt is presented. ” She turned back to face the table, dipped her head and replaced her helmet, and then saluted the King’s Hand. “ I offer my services in this quest, Your Excellency. ”"
},
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"author": "Arioch",
"message": "Skand's scowl deepens, and he lapses into silence at the paladin's words. He appears to be thinking.\n\nAfter a while, Skand looks up and speaks again. The marks on his face are quiescent now. \"I am not so foolish nor so arrogant as to doubt the power of a god. My doubt is in Pelor's servants, not his power. Perhaps you, paladin , will make a better case for piety than I have so far seen of the Church, for I have seen little from them but bigotry and hostility. I accept the assignment, Lord Jormon. When do we leave?\" "
},
{
"author": "SirGhandi",
"message": " Trakkard \n\nThe elf looks at the gathered volunteers, then glances back at the crowd of other \"so-called\" mercenaries and adventurers. Some converse quietly, but they all show their weakness and cowardice, as it is long moments, and still no others have stepped forward.\n\n \"Favor shines upon this mission. I see before the Lords of Cayr six brave souls. It will take all variety of talents and lifestyles for a mission into the unknown like this to work, and I cannot imagine a better selection.\" \n\nThe elf bows to the gathered lords, guildsmen, and clerics. He turns first toward Skand, and makes a personal introduction, and proceeds to Tphnn and the rest that are still standing."
},
{
"author": "Jimblee",
"message": " Jerek \n\nHe had watched the small confrontation between Tphnn and Skand with a level interest. He had encountered paladins before on his journeys, and found them to be incompetent, judgmental, and biased. They have been a beacon of all the prejudice he has faced in the years; the stern face of unwelcome to his fiendish blood. At least in symbol. It is a good thing this other man is here - he could use an ally in this troupe.\n\nWhen Trakkard is finished with his statement, Jerek adds his own:\n\n \"So the Six stepped forth\nand made their choices,\nThey would show their worth\nand earn their riches.\" \n\nThe bard puts a fist across his chest and makes a small half-bow to Trakkard when he is faced."
},
{
"author": "nyyarg",
"message": " Ket \n\nKet looks around at the five others who had spoken up, those who, it would seem, he would be traveling with. After listening to the, um, spirited conversation between Tphnn and Skand, a wry half smile creeps on to his face and he lets out an almost imperceptable chuckle. Well, at least this should prove more interesting than traveling on my own. Not nessesarily better, but definately more interesting. \n\nKet makes his way over to Tphnn is standing. He looks her in the eyes for a moment before addressing her quietly.\n\n I have seen a friend murdered in the name of Pelor for being a druidic heretic. Ket pauses for a moment to fight back a painful memory. You defy the church because it is the will of Pelor, and if I am to travel with you then there is something I must know. What is the will of Pelor regarding druidic heretics ? "
},
{
"author": "Gyorn Hrathen",
"message": "At the druid's words the Bishop scoffs as he moves to leave the hall with his attendants. \"I assure you the Church does not take such action without reason ... but I suppose you'll find that on your mission, now won't you?\"\n\nAnd to the Paladin: \"It is simply not for laymen to interpret the divine. You, as a warrior of the gods, should know this.\" As the paladin channels her will onto the Bishop, she finds herself strangely unable to read into the priest's motivations and intentions. And as far as her memory serves her, this bishop has replaced the recently deceased Bishop Arnaker Morenred, and is known to be rather harsh in personality. He has, however, sponsered many large-scale public projects.\n\nBy the time Skand makes his quip about the Church, the priest has left the room in a flourish of white and gold robes, his hooded retainers close behind. At the mention of possible \"cheating\", the Hand of the King rises slowly and deliberatly from his seat once more: \"And you, mercenary, will not presume to accuse this court or its honored officials of anything as unfounded as cheating you. We will pay what we have promised, and you will be the one scrutinized for any inability to deliver on your end of the bargain.\" After htis there is an awkward silence in the room for several seconds, nervous murmers the only audible sound until discussion begins again in a few seconds.\n\nAfter more words pass between various adventurers and officials, the Hand speaks for the last time: \"Well, if that is all, I will leave you to your preperation. We would require that you leave in the afternoon tomorrow. We will pay for your lodging for the night and my scribe will procure for each of you your payment. Do not forget the things we have told you, and I pray to Heironious that you are able to put aside your differences in the name of the realm.\"\n\n((OOC: Okay guys, say anything else you'd like to, but what happens next is you are each given a bag of money by one of the Hand's assistants. You have the rest of the evening and most of the next day to buy things and prepare in other ways. If you want ot do anything specific with RP, post it here, but if not, we'll fast forward to leaving the city (don't feel rushed though!) Any buying and selling you'd like to do will be discussed in the OOC board for convenience/speed. Run magical purchases by me first in case of special rarity etc.))"
},
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"author": "TwoCents",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Arioch \n Skand's scowl deepens, and he lapses into silence at the paladin's words. He appears to be thinking.\n\nAfter a while, Skand looks up and speaks again. The marks on his face are quiescent now. \"I am not so foolish nor so arrogant as to doubt the power of a god. My doubt is in Pelor's servants, not his power. Perhaps you, paladin , will make a better case for piety than I have so far seen of the Church, for I have seen little from them but bigotry and hostility. I accept the assignment, Lord Jormon. When do we leave?\" \n \n\nTphnn laughed musically, and bowed to Skand with a flourish. \" Like many in an audience, you have confused the management , \" she said, pointing towards the council with a graceful gesture, \" with the singer . I sing the song of Pelor to all who would listen, whatever the desires of innkeepers, tavernmaids, or churches. \" She added, \" I will show no hostility where none is earned, and I have done nothing to warrant yours. If you wish me to treat you without fear or favor, then I ask the same from you in return. \"\n\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by nyyarg \n Ket makes his way over to Tphnn is standing. He looks her in the eyes for a moment before addressing her quietly.\n\n I have seen a friend murdered in the name of Pelor for being a druidic heretic. Ket pauses for a moment to fight back a painful memory. You defy the church because it is the will of Pelor, and if I am to travel with you then there is something I must know. What is the will of Pelor regarding druidic heretics ? \n \n\nTphnn met Ket's eyes squarely as he spoke. She appeared confused for moment. \"I am not sure what you mean. A heretic to Pelor? Do you mean a worshiper that had turned from good and embraced evil? Such a being must be corrected if possible, destroyed if not, whether or not he had any connection to the church.\" \n\nTphnn continued, \" Do you mean someone who had forsaken Pelor for another god? I don't know why anyone would want to do that, but I know that Pelor is not a petty, jealous god unsure of His place. He would not wish someone destroyed merely for following another Path to Good. Nor do I understand why the church of Pelor would care about heresies among the practitioners of your faith, unless they embraced evil.\" \n\nThe paladin glanced at the back at the departing bishop and added, \"Do not confuse worldly ambition for the will of the gods. Nor confuse the Church of the Pantheon with Pelor's will, for He cares for the well being of all good folk who need him, whatever their station or profession.\" "
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"author": "nyyarg",
"message": " Ket \n\nKet laughs softly at the paladins response, and quietly continues.\n\n \"I apologize for confusing you. In Felbrin, where I was raised, the church has long proclaimed that druids are heretics, to the point that the words heretic and druid have become almost synonymous. It is refreshing to meet a paladin who seems largely unconcerned with the will of the church. Most clergy I have met are well versed in all the edicts of the church but have never learned the scriptures. You are right to say that Pelor is not a petty, jealous God unsure of His place, but I fear the same can not be said for many of his worshippers.\" \n\nKet turns to face the others\n\n \"The Hand has spoken. We are to be traveling together, so allow me to introduce myself. I am Ket, a skilled woodsman from the south\" "
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"author": "PocketRocket",
"message": " Lucian Fireheart \n\nLucian looks to each person in his newfound group and offers these words of advise.\n\n \"So much distrust and strife already. We must trust each other and rely on each other’s strengths to succeed on this quest. We must learn to accept each other’s differences and build up each other’s weaknesses. Like it or not we are a group now, and we will be victorious in our efforts. "
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"author": "Jimblee",
"message": " Jerek \n\nUntil now, Jerek had simply been watching the action. Something in what Lucian said, however, made his blood boil.\n\n \"Lucian Fireheart. That is your name, isn't it? You've been a warrior for some time, now, haven't you? And your father, and your father before that? It sounds to me like you've never had to deal with her type\" \n\nJerek points a manicured nail at Tphnn, and pauses. The slight smell of ash can be caught by those closest to him. He lowers his finger, and puts back his omnipresent smile.\n\n \"But you are right. We'll be working together, and who can have bad blood on the battlefield?\" \n\nHe puts the hand to his chest, and makes a small bow towards Tphnn.\n\n \"My most sincere apologies for my rudeness.\" Between his broad smile and exaggerated emphasis, it seems less than sincere."
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"author": "PocketRocket",
"message": " Lucian Fireheart \n\nLucian looks at Jerek and his eyes fall to the ground in shame. \"I am no warrior as of yet. I have seen my share of battles in my schooling, but in my family's eyes, I am NOT a warrior. At least not yet. This quest will allow me to place all of my shame behind me. I will redeem myself in my family's eyes. I am not weak. I Can fight alongside my father, and brothers. I CAN live up to my grandfather's name. I WILL BECOME A PART OF MY FAMILY!!!\" As Lucian begins to get farther along in his rant, he starts hyperventilating severely. He is lost in his own shame and depression. Finally he snaps out of it and calms down, embarrassed at his behavior."
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"author": "Gyorn Hrathen",
"message": "After the rather heated meeting at the castle, the adventurers go their seperate ways to whatever lodging they had procured, all at the expense of the Cayrian court. The next day is spent primarily in the market district procuring information and goods for the journey to come.\n\nThe day is slightly overcast, and Cayr's famous ravens seem to have a lot to squawk and cry about. As the party gathers by the northern gate to set off, three regally clad elves, each riding a strong-looking white warhorse and leading another, approach the assembled adventurers.\n\n\"I am Ladrin of the House of Sparrowsun, and I come baring gifts from the Lady High Mage. As a token of her support for your mission, she provides these elven-bred warhorses to see you along your way. They are able and wise, and have never steered a rider wrong.\" At this Ladrin and his two companions dismount, and Ladrin approaches the party on foot.\n\nTo Tophnn, he hands a letter. \"Madam knight, I hope I am not presuming too much to ask you to deliver this to my friend Farleborne in Tharac? He is an ally to us and to the Cayrian court, and we have not heard from him in many moons. He is well known in Tharac.\"\n\n\"Farewell all of you, and may the gods of the road and the sun look upon you with favor. Mesan here will take back any of these mounts should you wish to provide your own transportation north.\"\n\nWIth this Ladrin leaves with one of his companions, the third staying behind to collect any horses that may not be required.\n\n(OOC: The horses are all standard warhorses from the DMG, but are very well trained and give any rider a +2 to Ride checks while being ridden. They are a famous breed among any familiar with animals, elves or nature in general.)"
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"author": "SirGhandi",
"message": " Trakkard \n\nThe elf strides up and exchanges small pleasantries with Ladrin, asking simple questions of news from Nar'falas. He ends the conversation with... \"You must tell the Lady High Mage that she is far too generous. I'm certain that we've done nothing yet that warrants such a fine gift, but we shall take great care of these noble steeds.\"\n\n\"So, everyone well rested, I hope? Let us share tales as we travel, it will help to pass the time and perhaps lower the barriers that surround us all. If we are to work together, it would be useful to know what each of us has to offer.\"\n\n\"I've had my own share of adventures in my travels. Ehlonna inspires me to follow in her assigned role, and so I tend to the woodlands. There was this particular fall...\" \n\n(OOC: Obviously not going to drone on about backstory, but would take the opportunity to reveal the nature of my abilities as a favored soul and brag on my prowess with archery.)"
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"author": "TwoCents",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Jimblee \n Jerek \n\nJerek points a manicured nail at Tphnn, and pauses. The slight smell of ash can be caught by those closest to him. He lowers his finger, and puts back his omnipresent smile.\n\n \"But you are right. We'll be working together, and who can have bad blood on the battlefield?\" \n\nHe puts the hand to his chest, and makes a small bow towards Tphnn.\n\n \"My most sincere apologies for my rudeness.\" Between his broad smile and exaggerated emphasis, it seems less than sincere. \n \n\nTphnn stood smoldering, her hands clenched on the pommel of her sword. Carefully releasing her grip, she declared in a low voice, “I will not dishonor the peace by drawing blade here.” \n\nEyes flashing with anger, she turned to face Jerek. She clenched her jaw and spoke in clipped, metallic tones, “I am a paladin, sworn to the service of Pelor. I am a paladin, sworn to Good. I am a paladin, sworn to uphold Law. I am blessed with the blood of celestial beings. I know not which of these qualities you find so offensive, nor do I care. If your intent was to cause strife between us, know that you have succeeded. If your intent was to determine how much discourtesy Tphnn, Paladin of Pelor, child of the House of Eosobeo, will tolerate, know that you have found my limit. I have sworn to go on this quest; I will go. But I will trust neither my life nor my honor to your good will.” \n\nShe bowed low to Trakkard and Ket, and nodded to Lucian. “Good day, gentlemen, and may the gods guide you in your quest.” Tossing a grim smile to the two who so feared her company, she added, “May you find everything you deserve, and nothing you do not.” \n\nAt that, she turned her back to the others and strode to the clerk’s desk, where she returned the funds offered and asked to see a map of the target area.\n\nOOC: Obviously a paladin is not a good choice for party unity. I think you can probably find a good alternate among the other characters submitted. Have a good time and game well."
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"author": "nyyarg",
"message": " Ket \n\n \n Originally Posted by TwoCents \n She bowed low to Trakkard and Ket, and nodded to Lucian. “Good day, gentlemen, and may the gods guide you in your quest.” \n \n\n \"I am saddened that you feel you must leave us. I was looking forward to fighting along side a knight of Pelor, rather than fighting with one as I have been forced to do in the past. But you must do what you think is best. May Pelor guide you and may Nature bless you.\" Ket bows to Tphnn and mumbles a quiet blessing for her as he watches her leave.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Gyorn Hrathen \n \"I am Ladrin of the House of Sparrowsun, and I come baring gifts from the Lady High Mage. As a token of her support for your mission, she provides these elven-bred warhorses to see you along your way. \n \n\nKet thanks Ladrin and approches one of the horses. He stares deep into the horse's eyes. It is a strange thing...I am a druid, I am supposed to know all there is to know about animals. And yet, I know almost nothing of horses, much less how to ride one. Ket strokes the horse's mane and whispers to the horse, \"What can you teach me of yourself, friend? Will you permit me to ride you?\" \n \n Spoiler \n OOC: Attempting to bond with the horse...(not that I need to, I suppose. Just because it's fun 😁 ) Wild Empathy (1d20+5)[ 11 ] \n "
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"author": "PocketRocket",
"message": " Lucian Fireheart \n\nLucian looks deeply sad at the loss of the Paladin on Pelor. My advise was supposed to lead to party unity, not cause more strife, and make people leave. Even though Lucian is not young in age anymore, you can still see the youthful innocence in his eyes.\n\n...\n\n \"I am sorry for my breakdown yesterday, gentlemen. I have much strife in my heart, but that is none of your concern. It will not affect me on the battlefield. I have been schooled in the art of war, and how to best use my magic to quickly turn the tide in a battle. Unlike a normal mage, I can hold my own in the midst of a fight. I will be on the frontlines with you all.\" "
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"author": "Arioch",
"message": "((OOC: Well, with Tphinn gone, that's the big party roleplaying spur gone, though we'll probably fight less. I'm going to conduct the private meeting with Jerek I mentioned over PM, and assumed it happened before now. Also, I have a horse already. Does Skand's general capacity to upset nearby animals have any in-game effect on the horses, or (sorry about this) Ket's Animal Empathy? The horse will probably be skittish, after all.))\n\nSkand approaches, ignoring the cries of the ravens which upset many visitors. He assumes that they're protesting at his presence. He walks up to join his fellows, leading a light warhorse on a black rope. This horse, a black gelding, has red eyes the same colour as Skand's. Today, Skand is garbed for combat, in a dark red mithril blreastplate. His sword, as ever, is at his hip, flashing unpleasently in the sunlight.\n\nSkand grins mirthlessly. \"Seems the rest of us have more dedication than the Light-blinded paladin. I do not need the use of any of those mounts,\" he continues, gesturing towards the offered horses. \"My Umbra will bear me with speed and surety. I have not encountered another horse that would bear me since, well...\" His face darkens, and the markings on his face shimmer briefly. \"Since...before. Those horses, however fine they are, would only take fright.\" \n\n(OOC: Do I get the Ride bonus with Umbra? He's borne Skand for years, after all.)"
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"author": "Arioch",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by PocketRocket \n \"Unlike a normal mage, I can hold my own in the midst of a fight. I will be on the frontlines with you all.\" \n \n\nSkand stares at Lucien for some time, his gaze steady. Then he speaks. \"You seem very eager to earn the respect of your family. I know little of Cayran nobility, but I do not understand why their approval should be so important. If you wield the power you claim, the praise of others would surely be insignificant. Hm.\" \n\nSkand appears to make a decision. \"I do not propose to tell you my troubles, so I suppose I should not ask you of yours. We all have our...hah...inner demons. An apt expression. I have learned to respect the power of mages, and if you do not judge me, I will not judge you. Agreed?\" \n\nThis is as close as Skand is likely to get to an expression of friendship or loyalty, especially with a relative unknown.\n\n(Sorry for the double post. Didn't see PocketRocket's until after mine was finished.)"
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"author": "Jimblee",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by TwoCents \n At that, she turned her back to the others and strode to the clerk’s desk, where she returned the funds offered and asked to see a map of the target area. \n \n\nJerek kept his smile during the whole proceeding, though his eyes defied his feelings of worry. After she left, he made a small quip about aasimar women.\n\n---\n\nJerek circles his new mount, patting its sides and eyeing it carefully. After a deliberate thought relating to the safenesses of the horse, he mounts it, and moves unsteadily about, not having much training with horses. He comes close to Trakkard, and listens politely and attentively to his tale, regularly filling his role with \"Oh\"s and \"Incredible\"s and all that sort at appropriate moments. When he is finished, he makes a small compliment to the elf:\n\n \"What fine mounts these shall be. Your people truly work wonders with animals. I have worked with your kind in the past, and they have all been great friends.\" He pauses a moment. \"A shame about that aasimar woman. I feel awful about the way we treated her. I should hope it doesn't give you a bad impression about me!\" He gives a mild chuckle about this and presses back on his smile. He holds out his hand for a shake. \"Friends, eh?\" "
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"author": "SirGhandi",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Jimblee \n He gives a mild chuckle about this and presses back on his smile. He holds out his hand for a shake. \"Friends, eh?\" \n \n\n Trakkard \n\nTrakkard graciously accepts the hand of friendship. \"Of course, as brothers-in-arms, we shall have to build a mutual trust, but even the greatest trust must start as an act of friendship. I whole-heartedly accept your friendship, and hope that we may work on the trust.\" \n\nAs they ride, Trakkard takes a few opportunities to practice his marksmanship, picking the occasional odd target. He looks a little feeble at it, the recurve on his bow does not suit his build at all, and it would seem that this marksman isn't quite what one would hope for, given the boasting that had been going on earlier."
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"author": "Gyorn Hrathen",
"message": "Ladrin smiles at Trakkard. \"Indeed the Lady is generous, but she sees much. It has nothing to do with what you have yet done. We wish you well.\"\n\nThe horse seems to be very responsive to Ket's communications. \"I am Hedrevig the Wise. I will bare you as best I am able.\" The druid's abilities seem to awaken something more in the elven horse than is visible...\n\nAt Skand's assertation about the elven horses, Ladrin smirks: \"In my home, warrior, it is a sin to slander the beasts as well as the men. They will not be frightened as other, lesser mounts may. But so be it. The horse shall return with us.\"\n\n\"Ah, thank you for such compliments, Jerek, was it?\" Ladrin says. \"The horse's name is Minwyr, and she is steadfast and strong.\"\n\nWith this Ladrin leaves as do the unneeded horses and the second elf.\n\n***\n\nThe ride north goes easily for the first twenty miles or so, and the Paladin woman's tracks are easily visible. It is late afternoon, and the overcast sky darkens as the party reaches a crossroads. One path, veering slightly to the northeast leads into ever-inclining hills and the road that way seems to lessen in quality.\n\nThe path northwest proceeds through sparse farmland and old stands of pines and oaks. The first decision of the journey is at hand.\n\n((OOC: Nyyarg's map should help here. As it begins to rain, Tphnn's tracks become harder and harder to track... the direction she took is not readily obvious without a tracking roll.\n\nSkand: Sadly Umbra will not give you a particular ride bonus, but for unofficial things like tricks and responsiveness and stuff feel free to RP as if Umbra is very familiar and friendly with you.))"
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"author": "Arioch",
"message": "As the group rides towards their destination, Skand says little. He stays a little way away from the other horses, not trusting the assurances of the smug elf. He listens to the talk of his peers, but does not talk much himself. Occasionally he chances approaching to hold brif conversations with different party members, but steadfastly refuses to reveal anything about his past. He seems more relaxed with Jerek Kuzul than with the others.\n\nWhen they reach the fork in the road, Skand wheels his horse around to face the others. \"Did anyone bring a map, or are we just going to guess?\" He asks irritably, apparently not accepting any blame for not bringing a map himself. \" If we're guessing, I'd take the northeast road. Fewer travellers.\" "
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"author": "nyyarg",
"message": " Ket \n\nKet quietly rode along side Trakkard for a good deal of the trip thus far. Occasionally he would engage in small talk, and he briefly pulled out his bow to let loose a few arrows at random targets with him. But Ket spoke more to his horse than to anyone else, and chiefly he spent the time looking at trees or clouds or rocks or anything natural as if such things were intensly interesting and warranted careful examination.\n\nIn response to Skand's query, Ket smiles and responds \"Indeed, it just so happens that I have a map in my pack.\" He pulls out the map and looks at it, while doing his best to protect the map from the drops of rain beginning to fall. \"The map seems to agree with your guessing, Skand. The northwest path, while better maintained and ostensibly safer, would add about 20 miles to our journey. I would vote we take the northeast path.\" He shows the map to any interested party before placing it back in his pack.\n\n \"I am somewhat curious to know which way the paladin woman went, but her tracks have faded. I am not much of a tracker but perhaps I will have some luck\" He clumsily dismounts his horse and examines the ground near the intersection looking for signs of Tphnn's passage.\n\n \n Spoiler \n I don't have the track feat so I automatically fail if the DC>10. I will roll a search check as well, as per the tracking rules.\nSurvival (1d20+9)[ 12 ] \nSearch (1d20+10)[ 13 ] \n "
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"author": "Jimblee",
"message": " Jerek \n\nUp until now, Jerek had occupied himself with mild conversation, and small travel songs when the chatter died.\n\nJerek gazes up at the skies as they begin to pitter-pat the rain. He reaches into his magic pack, which at the moment is suspended upon the side of his mount, and pulls from it an ordinary, nonmagical parasol. It is painted, prettied, and slightly girlish, though functional in its duty of protecting him from the unpleasantness of precipitation.\n\nHe gazes around at the rest of his crew, then finally down at Ket, over whom he hangs the umbrella to better protect the map, although he saves a generous portion of the protection for himself.\n\n \"Are you sure we even want to be finding that woman? She did leave in quite a fury. She may be violent, after all, I've seen her kind grow to it instantly, and she is a part of the church.\" \n\nHe gazes down the path, squinting down the road at nothing in particular, then down at the map. \"All this marching is getting the best of me. Lets shave off those miles and be done with it.\" "
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"author": "nyyarg",
"message": " Ket \n\nKet looks up in amazement when the rain suddenly stops and is quite surprised to find that he is partially under a somewhat garish umbrella. \"I have found myself caught in countless storms over the years, and never once did I think to aquire a parasol. Although I do not share your aesthetics, I must admit you may be on to something.\" \n \"You are right, we should not try to intercept the paladin. I doubt that any good would come of that meeting, at least not at this point. I am merely curious as to which way she went. She has made her choice and must follow her own path, and we cannot let that path affect ours.\" "
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"author": "Arioch",
"message": "Skand grins grimly. \"The shorter path it is, then? Two of our number have not voted.\"\n\n\"The northeast path may be more dangerous, but if I couldn't cope with danger I'd be dead by now, and some of you can probably say the same. The quicker we get to our destination, the quicker we can complete our...assignment.\" \n\nSkand rides a short way up the northeast path and turns around, waiting for his companions."
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"author": "PocketRocket",
"message": " Lucian Fireheart \n\nAt hearing Skand mention that two of his companions had not voted yet, Lucian snaps out of his inner thoughts. \"Oh, sorry Skand. What was it we were saying? Oh yes! The northeast sounds like a brilliant idea. Haven't quite gotten used to horses yet. They don't really agree with my small stature, and never have been too good at casting spells on one of them, the whole bumping up and down thing isn't so good for nimbly creating spells. Ha ha. But yes I do agree with you gentlemen. Let us ride.\" Lucian seems flustered, hating himself for slipping into his depressed state. You are finally on a quest Lucian. Don't screw this up!!! Lucian smiles awkwardly to the group and once Ket is done looking at the trail, continues down the trail.\n\n \n Spoiler \n OOC: Sorry for the delay guys. Like my character I've been fighting some inner demons of my own the past couple days, but I'm back and ready to post.\n "
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"author": "Arioch",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by PocketRocket \n \"Oh, sorry Skand. What was it we were saying? Oh yes! The northeast sounds like a brilliant idea. Haven't quite gotten used to horses yet. They don't really agree with my small stature, and never have been too good at casting spells on one of them, the whole bumping up and down thing isn't so good for nimbly creating spells. Ha ha. But yes I do agree with you gentlemen. Let us ride.\" \n \n\n \"O...k...\" \n\nSkand starts to ride up the northeast path. A bird in a tree stops singing as he passes."
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"author": "Jimblee",
"message": " Jerek \n\nJerek stares at Lucian after the outburst. During the few awkward moments afterward, Jerek bursts into laughter. He lets his parasol down as he grips his chest, letting the rain fall back onto the map. Should Ket decide to look, he can see bits of steam rise from his mouth as rain droplets fall into it, the distinct scent of burning wood coming out from his heavy breath.\n\nHe wipes what, perhaps, would be a small tear, though the heavy rain has already done its duty. He lifts the parasol back over his head, lets out, lets out another small giggle, and grins at Lucian.\n\n \"Oh, my friend, if I could tell jokes half as well as you, I would be twice the entertainer!\" \n\nHe shakes his head, chuckles a bit more, and continues along their chosen path."
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"author": "SirGhandi",
"message": " Trakkard \n\nIntently trying to follow the tracks of the paladin, Trakkard was also late to voice his opinion of path. Giving up on the tracks in disgust, he turns to rejoin his compainions.\n\n \"It makes little difference which way we travel, destiny will see us complete our misison, as was made clear by Landrin in his parting words. The Lady High Mage has foreseen that we shall provide a great service, and she is not known to be wrong on such accounts. Northeast it is!\" \n\nTrakkard double checks his gear, making sure that his materials are staying dry as he travels. He tests his access to the quiver and haversack, just to make sure that both are ready at a moments notice."
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"author": "PocketRocket",
"message": " Lucian Fireheart \n \"When was I telling a joke? Oh hey it's raining. When did that happen?\" Lucian looks thoroughly confused at the whole situation, but rides on anyways."
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"author": "nyyarg",
"message": " Ket \n\nKet climbs back atop Hedrevig the Wise and follows the group up the northeast path. He pauses to whistle at the bird that had stopped singing at Skand's approach, in an attempt to cheer it back up.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWild empathy check to cheer up a troubled bird! (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \n "
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"author": "Gyorn Hrathen",
"message": "Trakkard is in fact able to discern that the paladin headed up the northeast path herself, apparently on horseback. The rain clinks off of metal equipment and armor lightly. It isn't pouring yet, but it might before the end of the night.\n\nThe bird in fact seems a little calmed by the druid's whistle, and circles around the group for a few moments before fluttering off to find a dry haven to wait out the night.\n\n(OOC: Alright guys, those of you who are not in fact elves are beginning to feel the weight of a half-day's ride (perhaps a little less). I'm going to need a marching order for general reference as well, so let's get that sorted out quickly. We'll do it in OOC thread I think. Once that's sorted out we can continue.)"
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"author": "Gyorn Hrathen",
"message": "The rain picked up as the party that set out from Cayr followed the rugged path deeper and deeper into the ever-increasing hills. Lightning begins to strike now and then, illuminating the steep hillside to the right and the steepening series of drops and ledges to the left of the path.\n\nIt is two hours to midnight when a lightning strike nearby illuminates something massive and sculpted set into the hillside to the right. As you begin to focus, it becomes clear that the thing is a humanoid statue roughly forty feel tall. The figure wears some kind of armor, but the head of the statue has been taken off.\n\n((OOC: Let me know if you want to investigate. Illumination is bad in the night, but I'm assuming some of you will have lit torches etc by now. The statue is about 60 feet off the path to the right, standing tall against the hillside after a slight dip in the terrain littered with shrubs. After light-sources are established, gimme a spot roll each so I can tell you what of the immediate surroundings you are able to see if anything.))"
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"author": "Arioch",
"message": "Skand laughs manaically as the rain crashes down and the lightning flashes around him, and continues on with what, for some of the group, is the first smile they have seen on his face. He seems slightly deranged. There seems to be no apparent reason for this behaviour, at least not now. ((OOC: I might explain later.))\n\n((Curses, I forgot oil!))\n\nWhen the flash illuminates the headless statue, Skand immediately stops, Umbra rearing at the tug of the reins. Through the driving rain, he indicates for Ket to approach, and shouts, in a voice that can barely be made out among the storm, \"Tree-hugger! What can you see?\" \n \n Spoiler \nI'll make a spot check myself, but with no ranks it's not likely I'll spot anything difficult.\n 1d20=13 \n "
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"author": "Jimblee",
"message": " Jerek \n\nJerek clears his throat after Skand's Tree-hugger comment, though he does not comment. Jerek moves slightly away from their train formation to better get a look at the statue, and to climate any of their light sources which may interfere with his vision. Though he does not light a torch, he is blessed by his blood with the ability to see in darkness.\n\n \n Spoiler \n 1d20 → [6] = (6)\n He's got Darkvision 60ft. On-board roll didn't seem to work 🤨\n "
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"author": "nyyarg",
"message": " Ket \n\nKet smiles in the darkness. 'Tree-hugger' is it? I like the sound of that more than 'Heretic' Ket moves up beside Skand and peers into the darkness trying to make out more than the indistinct outline of the statue.\n\n \"I believe I saw this on the map. 'The old watchers' or some such thing. As I recall, there may be five or six of them\" \n \n Spoiler \nSpot check- (1d20+7)[ 22 ] \n "
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"author": "Jimblee",
"message": " Jerek \n\nHe turns off his Darkvision, and moves back to the group while Ket speaks.\n\n \"The old watchers, you say? Can't say I've ever heard of them before. Do... Do they do anything?\" He seems rather put-off by the statues, and frowns at them.\n\n \"There's something poetic in this whole scene, I just can't put my finger on it...\" He reaches into his pack for his spiked chain. He clutches it to his lap like a talisman, though he keeps his umbrella up. Something about the name \"old watchers\" seems to disturb him a bit."
},
{
"author": "Gyorn Hrathen",
"message": "Ket and Jerek, between enhanced eyesight and a lucky glance, are able to see strange shapes, that could be runes or other letters, scrawled across the figure's stone chest. These runes are entirely foreign to any member of the party, and bear an jagged alien quality unlike anything you may ever have seen.\n\nAside from these markings, just as the party is about to leave the statue, Ket hears a scraping, like wet reeds scraped over stone, from behind the statue. Lucian, closer to the left ledge of the hill path, hears the falling of rubble just beyond sight range. There's no wind to push stone over, just the rain (dying down now) and the darkness.\n\n((OOC: Just wondering about Lucian and Trakkard. Didn't get a post from you guys about the statue.\n\nSearch checks etc are fine at this juncture. Let me know what you guys want to do.))"
},
{
"author": "SirGhandi",
"message": " Trakkard \n\nTrakkard is quick to dismount at this uncertain moment. He mutters the words to cast bull's strength and then pulls out the bow, dreading the fact that it has to be exposed to the rain. He checks the horizon in the direction of the noise, looking for any hint of movement.\n\n \n Spoiler \nsearch roll= 4 \n "
},
{
"author": "nyyarg",
"message": " Ket \n\nKet glances over at Jerek. \"I only know what it says on the map, which isn't much. It mentioned that they were of mysterious orgin, but I...\" He is interupped by a unusual sound. He leans in close to Hedrevig, \"Did you hear that?\" he asks quietly, apparently addressing his horse.\nKet swiftly dismounts and draws his daggers. He crouches down like an animal on the hunt and moves closer to the statue, searching the area.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThe horse seems to be able to comunicate with Ket on some level so I figure trying to get the horse to make spot and listen checks can't hurt, especially since horses have low-light vision (and it would seem none of us lit a torch or anything 😏 ).\nWild Empathy (to communicate with Hedrevig) (1d20+5)[ 16 ] \nSpot Check (1d20+7)[ 19 ] \nListen Check (1d20+7)[ 12 ] \nSearch Check (1d20+10)[ 18 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "PocketRocket",
"message": " Lucian \n\nLucian slips down off of his horse when he hears the noise. He reaches down and picks up a rock off of the ground and begins to quietly chant at the rock. Almost immediately the rock begins to glow as if it were the sun itself in a 60 ft radius. Lucian throws the stone towards the sound to try and get a better look at what might be lurking in the dark.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Cast Daylight\n "
},
{
"author": "Arioch",
"message": "((OOC: How far is the edge of the cliff? I don't want to charge stright off.😛))\n\nAs Lucien's rock illuminates all nearby, Skand's companions may be surprised to see that the markings on his face have faded to faint pink lines. As the rain drips down his face, some turns red and vaporises in a tiny puff of steam. This may be the reason for his previous comparitive cheerfulness. However, with the possibility of an attack no evident, Skand is grim and unsmiling once again."
},
{
"author": "Jimblee",
"message": " Jerek \n\nJerek calmly places away his parasol, pushes himself off his horse. He whips from within a brilliantly crafted accordion - to him, at least, it makes music before touching his fingers. He keeps the chain at his belt - ready to draw in case something may come within range, but he would rather not expose himself at the moment. Its not that he's afraid - he'd just rather not fight if he didn't have to. Maybe if they needed him, he'd join in.\n\nHe stays close to the group, though not closer than a ten feet, always to the back."
}
] |
[
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": " \n\nCountries:\n England: hamstard4ever \n France: MeklorIlavator \n Italy: The Squirrel \nGermany: Stimpius\n Austria-Hungary: Myone \n Russia: Shishnarfne \n Turkey: Sage of Laputa \n\nGood luck to all, let the Diplomising begin!\n Spring '01 moves are due by Saturday, October 27th at 10:00 PM EST. Submit your moves early if you can't then.\n\nNote: This is a deviation from standard schedule to give you an extra day to negotiate first turn moves, since we're starting on Wednesday."
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": "Excellent, Russian foreign minister Shishnarfniev will now be accepting correspondence from the other great powers regarding the future of Europe.\n\nSend all appropriate correspondence to the Kremlin (PM box), and we hope we will be able to visit your capitals to finalize negotiations. Please be considerate regarding our traditional Russian work schedule of relaxing on weekends.\n\nLet the diplomacy begin!"
},
{
"author": "MeklorIlavator",
"message": "The French Consulate is similarly open for official business."
},
{
"author": "The Squirrel",
"message": " News flash: \n\n In an bizarre twist of events, the Italian government was seized today by a one-eyed squirrel. Already amassing a sizable stash of half eaten bagels from local university campuses, the new leader pledged not to abuse his power too much. 'El Presidente', as he apparently prefers to be addressed, revealed an ambitious plan for the coming years of running about aimlessly at great speeds, sniffing things on the ground that might be food, and as time permits, conquering the world. With the bulk of his plan thus specified, the tree-dweller vowed not lose sight of the important issues, such as education, tax reform, and anything shiny. "
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": "For anyone who hasn't done so yet, please post that you are present and playing!"
},
{
"author": "stimpius",
"message": " Germany \n\nKaiser Wilhelm I has died unexpectantly in his sleep. No evidence of foul play was found, and there is no evidence to suggest otherwise. The German people are no longer under a controlling tight iron fist and have elected a new Kaiser, this is Kaiser Stimpius I and follows is his short statement.\n\n\"Welcome one and all, the new German government is under a new Regeime, if you wish to discuss foreign policy with me please make your way to our Consultante situated in your Capital City and send me a message electronically {PM}.\""
},
{
"author": "Sage of Laputa",
"message": "In a surprising move, the Turkish peoples enacted a coup, installing what appeared to be a homeless man as their leader. They thought with a \"puppet\" sultan, they could then become a free state, and be happy. They were wrong. The homeless man immediately jerked the power back to the throne and named himself the Sage of Laputa. The people realized that with such a strong leader, their future knew no bounds. With the people's support behind him, the Sage prepared for the future, and opened the embassies..."
},
{
"author": "Myone",
"message": "Austria-Hungary:\n\nIn a bizzare state of affairs involving copious amounts of Captain Steve's Banana Salve, the country of Austria-Hungary has been seized by a 14-year old boy, who has completely overthrown the previous administration, renaming the country as \"Connoria\". He then immediately set about to the current threat of world war.\n\nConnoria/Austria-Hungary is now open for diplomacy."
},
{
"author": "hamstard4ever",
"message": " London: With the government still mourning the death of Queen Victoria, communications within the British foreign services have been muted. Rumors are circulating that policy decisions are less and less frequently being made on Downing Street, but are being increasingly dictated by a strange figure operating on the fringes of British political circles, the elusive Sir John Hamstard-Forriver III, Esq. No one is certain where this enigmatic gentleman came by his influence, but talk has it that he has already begun taking over negotiations for the Foreign Office wholesale in spite of his lack of an official appointment."
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": " Geneva Times, Spring '01 \n\nHello to all readers! We at the Geneva times would like to remind all that due to our neutral position in whatever happens (motto: We'll take money from anyone!), we will be providing fair and balanced news coverage of the coming war.\n\n Europe Mobilizes For Battle \n Belgian Waffles Potentially Popular in 1902 -- Who Will Get Them? \n Mass Evacuations Of Balkan States Begin "
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": " This is your 10-hour warning. Moves are due tonight at 10:00 PM EST. \n\nI'll be flexible about it this time because I wasn't able to post a 24 hour warning, and most people are in anyways. But please have them in!"
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": "Everyone's move are in early, I'll be posting them and the updated map within half an hour.\n\nEdit:\n\n \n\nResults for Spring, 1901 (Movement)\n\n Austria:\n Austria: A bud -> ser\nAustria: F tri Holds\nAustria: A vie Holds\n England:\n England: F edi -> nwg\nEngland: A lvp -> yor\nEngland: F lon -> nth\n France:\n France: F bre -> mao\nFrance: A mar -> spa\nFrance: A par Holds\n Germany:\n Germany: A ber -> mun\nGermany: F kie -> hol\nGermany: A mun -> ruh\n Italy:\n Italy: F nap -> ion\nItaly: A rom -> apu\nItaly: A ven -> tyr\n Russia:\n Russia: A mos -> sev\n Failed because Russia: F sev -> bla failed.\n Russia: F sev -> bla\n Bounced with ank (1 against 1).\n Russia: F stp/sc -> bot\nRussia: A war -> gal\n Turkey:\n Turkey: F ank -> bla\n Bounced with sev (1 against 1).\n Turkey: A con -> bul\nTurkey: A smy -> con\n\nFall 1901 moves are due on Tuesday, October 30th at 10:00 EST "
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": " Geneva Times, Fall '01 \n Iberia falling to French Rule \n Germany Invades the Low Countries \n Italy, Russia invade Austria-Hungary "
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": " Moscow Tribune \n Geneva Times suspected of undue anti-Russian bias by Kremlin \nA nameless Romanov noble suggested an ulterior motive may lie behind the Geneva Times' decision to label the movement of the Russian army from Warsaw into Galicia as an invasion of Austria-Hungary: \"It's not even a supply center, and it lies on the flank of the historically Russian territory of Rumania! Most Russian Tsars would have ordered exactly the same without second thought! Where else would it go? The Ukraine? That's lousy country this time of year.\"\n\n Confusion reigns as Moscow army prefers vodka to war \nIn a sight all too familiar in Russia, the Moscow army failed to depart from that region despite orders to the contrary. Many soldiers were seen imbibing in that grandest of Russian alcohols rather than marching towards the Crimea. \"It's a scandal,\" remarked one Muscovite, \"there are perfectly good territories in the Balkans they could have attempted to seize.\" He went on to suggest a miscommunication between generals might have been responsible. Foreign minister Shishnarfniev, nominally in charge of military operations, could not be reached for comment.\n\n[OOC: How would you like to handle builds and retreats?]"
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": "If retreats are neccesary, they will be due 24 hours after I post moves. Same with builds."
},
{
"author": "Sage of Laputa",
"message": " Military News \n Turkish Fleet Fails to Sail! \nThe Home Fleet of Turkey failed to depart home because of a previously unexpected problem. The Admiral Adher gets seasick. \"Yes, I'm absolutely lousy at sea. In fact I've only been once, it was awful. How did I get this job? When the government was reforming and the Sage of Laputa came to lead us, I just kind of showed up one day, and have continued since. I thought it was a cushy job, no way did I expect to actually sail ,\" responded the admiral to our inquires. He has since been replaced.\n\n 301st Brigade Tours Capital! \nYes, the 301st Brigade has come to see the history, culture, and wonder of our own country's capital. The Brigade arrived in Constantinople early in the season and expects to stay for quite a while. One soldier remarked \"Oh yeah, this is great, every day I send my kids another postcard. Being here makes me proud to be a Turk.\"\n\n 201st Brigade Kicked Out of Capital! \nMeanwhile, Turkey's other armed forces were banned from Constantinople for repeated reports of drunkenness and mischief. Bored and hung over, they conquered Bulgaria, yet can't quite explain why."
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": "A note to all players: When you send in your moves, please label them SPE, (Season) (Year) . This makes finding them when I put together the map much easier, especially because I'm playing in another PBPM game on these boards, and last time I almost got the moves mixed up.\n\nThanks!"
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": "This is your 24 hour warning: if you have not yet turned in your Fall '01 moves, please do so. Moves are due at 10:00 EST tomorrow night."
},
{
"author": "stimpius",
"message": "Nearly time :D Can't wait to see how you guys plan on screwing me over."
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by stimpius \n Nearly time :D Can't wait to see how you guys plan on screwing me over. \n \n\nWho? Us? What makes you think we'd try something like that?\n\n[/feigned innocence]"
},
{
"author": "Sage of Laputa",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by stimpius \n Nearly time :D Can't wait to see how you guys plan on screwing me over. \n \n\nSOLDIER: \"Captain! Captain! Germany knows! They know of our patented/Acme Army Launcher, capable of throwing our brave men across Europe!\"\n\nCAPTAIN: \"What are you talking about? You're wasting my time! What are you doing they're bluffing you buffoon!\" \n\nCAPTAIN: \"Now there's nothing wrong, correct?\"\n\nSOLDIER: \"No sir\""
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": "Note: It's 30 minutes after deadline as I'm posting this, and I have yet to recieve French orders. As I gave ample reminder of the move due date, barring some miracle PM I get as I type this, France is in Civil Disorder. If this persists into next turn, I will find a new player for France.\n\nThe board:\n\n \n Austria:\n Supply centers were gained. Units that may be built: 1.\nAustria: A ser Holds\nAustria: F tri Holds\nAustria: A vie -> tyr\n Failed because Italy: A tyr -> ven failed.\n England:\n Supply centers were gained. Units that may be built: 2.\nEngland: F nth Convoys A yor -> den\nEngland: F nwg -> nwy\nEngland: A yor -> den\n Convoy path taken: yor->nth->den.\n France:\n Supply centers were gained. Units that may be built: 1.\n No order for unit at Mid-Atlantic Ocean. Hold order assigned.\nNo order for unit at Paris. Hold order assigned.\nNo order for unit at Spain. Hold order assigned.\n \nFrance: F mao Holds\nFrance: A par Holds\nFrance: A spa Holds\n Germany:\n Supply centers were gained. Units that may be built: 2.\nGermany: F hol Supports A ruh -> bel\nGermany: A mun Holds\nGermany: A ruh -> bel\n Italy:\n Supply centers were gained. Units that may be built: 1.\nItaly: A apu -> ven\n Bounced with tyr (1 against 1).\n Italy: F ion -> tun\nItaly: A tyr -> ven\n Bounced with apu (1 against 1).\n Russia:\n Supply centers were gained. Units that may be built: 2.\nRussia: A gal Supports F sev -> rum\nRussia: F bot -> swe\nRussia: A mos -> ukr\nRussia: F sev -> rum\n Turkey:\n Supply centers were gained. Units that may be built: 2.\nTurkey: F ank -> bla\nTurkey: A bul -> gre\nTurkey: A con -> bul\n\nSince tomorrow is Halloween, and I intend to spend the evening playing Resident Evil 4, builds are not due until Thursday, November 1st at 10:00 PM EST ."
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": " Moscow Tribune: Fall 1901 Edition \n Russia grows by securing Traditionally Russian Territories of Sweden, Rumania \nThe Tsar was heard to congratulate his foreign minister on the bloodless liberation of two traditional Russian provinces. Foreign diplomats were observed to wince at the Tsar's lack of command of geography.\n\n Russian nobles to attend mandatory geography lessons \nAfter an anonymous Romanov was quoted as saying, \"Border, I didn't see any border,\" with regards to the Spring occupation of Galicia, the Foreign Minister has prevailed upon the Tsar to require his nobles to learn the boundaries of the respective nations of Europe, that future confusion might not occur. The Tsar of course exempted himself on grounds he already knew enough. This causes our reporter to worry about the Tsar's recent declaration that he intends to \"liberate\" the traditionally Russian Switzerland.\n\n France in Disarray \nFrance apparently cannot get an order in on time, leading to some Russian citizens to gloat about their own government's promptness. Others suggest that Foreign Minister Shishnarfniev is merely lazy enough that he can't be bothered to stay late to write orders after the end of business hours."
},
{
"author": "The Squirrel",
"message": " squirrel: *chases tail* \nGeneral I. Zation: El Presidente!\n squirrel: *continues to chase tail* \nGeneral I. Zation: Sir!!!\n squirrel: *pauses, glares* what? this better be important \nGeneral I. Zation: Your Squirreliness, the Connorian fleet has not moved. By remaining, they could just sail into Venice at thier whim.\n squirrel: what? they wouldn't do that, King Connor's a friend. Besides, it's only Venice \nGeneral I. Zation: If they invaded, we couldn't support expanding the army\n squirrel: so? \nGeneral I. Zation: our forces would pale in comparison to our enemies\n squirrel: so? \nGeneral I. Zation: we couldn't defend our lands effectively\n squirrel: so? \nGeneral I. Zation: ...\n squirrel: are we done? I was in the middle of something \nGeneral I. Zation: Um... all our... um... bagel... production facilities... are in Venice\n squirrel: What!?! \nGeneral I. Zation: Yes! Definetly! If we were to lose Venice, there might be no bagels for... months, years even.\n squirrel: All forces in the area march to Venice! \nGeneral I. Zation: El Presidente, we should only order one, becau-\n squirrel: ALL FORCES! \nGeneral I. Zation: but sir,\n squirrel: Are you the squirrel in charge here?!? \nGeneral I. Zation: I am not a squirrel, sir.\n squirrel: Exactly! I am! All forces! Else I'll send you to work in the Venetian bagel mines you seem so eager to leave defenseless. \nGeneral I. Zation: *sigh* Yes, sir.\n squirrel: excellent *resumes chasing tail* "
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": "Post - '01 Rankings\n\n1. Russia (6 sc). Russia managed to pick up two empty supply centers this turn, making the most powerful nation on the board.\n\n2. England, Turkey, Germany (5 sc). England has made unexpected gains in Scandinavia, in provences that often go to Russia or Germany. Germany has conquered the lowlands with no French or English opposition, and Turkey now controls half of the Balkan states, with very little opposition from Austria-Hungary.\n\n3. Austira, Italy, France (4 sc). Austria and Italy appear to be at each other's throats, with Italy taking Tyrolia in Spring '01. France would have been ranked with the second-tier countries, but a mixup with communication to it's generals caused their units to not move. With Germany bearing down on them in the east, can they recover?"
},
{
"author": "Myone",
"message": "Hey, Italy, that wasn't me trying to screw you over, man, I forgot to make my fleet move and wrote the wrong move for vienna. >< Sorry."
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": "I'm too tired to post the new map, so I'll do it tomorrow morning. Deadline is moved to Sunday at 10 due to my lazyassness."
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": "And the new map and builds:\n\n \n\nOrder Results:\n\n Austria:\n Austria: Builds A bud\n England:\n England: Builds A edi\nEngland: Builds F lon\n France:\n France: Builds A mar\n Germany:\n Germany: Builds F ber\nGermany: Builds A kie\n Italy:\n Italy: Builds F Ven\n Russia:\n Russia: Builds F sev\nRussia: Builds F stp/nc\n Turkey:\n Turkey: Builds F con\nTurkey: Builds F smy\n\nSpring '02 moves are due Sunday at 10, EST."
},
{
"author": "stimpius",
"message": "((I dont see the new map 😦 ))"
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": "Yeah, I've been wresling with Photobucket for the past night. Accurate moves are posted, map as soon as I can get the host to work."
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": "((Is there a deadline extension on account of technical difficulties?))"
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": "There is. Hopefully I'll have the map up by tonight, so the deadline's extended until Friday, even though most people (good people!) have already sent in their moves."
},
{
"author": "stimpius",
"message": "*looks Guilty*\n\ni cant figure out whats where without the map to make moves =[ im sorry\n\nI did send the builds in on time though :D"
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": "Is it dead, Jim?"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Revolution in Switzerland Leaves Europe in the Lurch \nThe recent revolution in Switzerland has left Europe alarmed at the security of its source of fine timepieces, confections, and slush funds. However, President Max Kampfmaster has restored order to all of die Schweiz's cantons. It appears things can once again get back to normal in war-torn Europe.\n\nOoC: As it appears darthmario is no longer willing or able to run this game, I have decided to step in. If you are all still interested, please post at let me know. It's only S1902, so it wouldn't be hard to find some new guys if needed.\n\nThe Spring 1902 map is below:\n\n "
},
{
"author": "The Squirrel",
"message": "*pokes head out of a nearby tree*\nSpring! Finally! Feels like I've been hibernating for ages.\n*looks around, slightly confused*\nWhat's with all the Christmas lights? Shouldn't you have taken them down, like, three months ago?"
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": "Alright! Let's see if we can get it all back together!"
},
{
"author": "hamstard4ever",
"message": "I'm still in. What kind of timetable are we potentially looking at here? France's players had already stopped posting at the time the game broke up, so at least one replacement will probably be needed, and Christmas is only 10 days away so that may cause some difficulties."
},
{
"author": "viggo",
"message": "i'll volunteer to replace whoever"
}
] |
[
{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Irind vs. Doctor Spikenburg \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n FlyMolo - Irind \n \nSeribo - Doctor Spikenburg \n All Combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "FlyMolo",
"message": "Posting to say I'm here.\n\n \"initiative\" - (1d20+3)[ 23 ] \n\nNo purchases to make, I have no money anyway."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "You rolled a 23, I aint even going to make an initiative roll against that with my -2 modifier... You go ahead and tell me when its my turn\n\nAnd may the best gladiator win."
},
{
"author": "FlyMolo",
"message": "Irind Round 1\n\nI'll start at M2.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDouble move to V8. He can't see me, that cliff is 15 ft high.\n \n\n\nStats \n Spoiler \n 7/7, AC 19, touch 13\n \n\n\nYou know, it just occured to me that my only invocation is totally useless against a warmage with no weapon. And there's no point in shattering your armor, because my best attack is a touch attack. 🤢\n\nEdit: done."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nfull turn action: run to U18\n\nstats:\nhp: 9\ntouch AC: 15\nsaves: F3/R4/W1\nlocation: U18\n \n\n\nend of round 1\n\nbeginning of round 2: outer ring (light yellow) becomes shallow water\nyour turn"
},
{
"author": "FlyMolo",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Half a move action to W12, LOS check needed. 15 feet of move remain.\n \n\n\nStats \n Spoiler \n7/7, AC 19, touch 13\n \n\n\nI need a LoS check, I'll go requisition one.\n\nNot Done."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Ref Mav:\n\n@Irnid\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n \n\n\n@Dr. Spikenburg\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n \n\n\nStill Irnids turn."
},
{
"author": "FlyMolo",
"message": "Irind round 2\n\n \n Spoiler \n I finish up the last three squares of my move at U13. I ready an action triggered upon seeing Dr. Spikenburg cast a spell, to move to Q9. Oh, and I declare my dodge on Dr. Spikenburg.\n \n\n\nEdit: Done. (I keep forgetting to put this in.)\nStats \n Spoiler \n7/7, AC 20, Location U13.\n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "@Flymolo:\n \n Spoiler \nWhat spell are you using? You're a warlock. 🤨\nI need to know before I tell you about LoS.\n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "@Paladin\n \n Spoiler \n\nHis action is to move if his opponent casts a spell, not casting a spell himself.\n "
},
{
"author": "FlyMolo",
"message": "I'm using Shatter. Why would that affect Los? It's an invocation, not a spell. I'm a little bit confused here."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "@FlyMolo:\n \n Spoiler \nI got your wording all jumbled when I read it. Thought you were going to ready an action to use some kind of spell to move. Sorry.\n \n\n\nIn that case, unless I'm wrong, you see him in U18 and he sees you as you round the bend at W13."
},
{
"author": "FlyMolo",
"message": "Alright, in that case, I invoke shatter on Dr Spikenburg's armor. DC 14 will save to keep the armor from breaking, and a Dc 14 fort save to avoid being stunned for one round and deafened for one minute.\n\nI'm standing in U13.\n\nAll done. Your go.\n\nstats \n Spoiler \n7/7 AC 20, Location U13\n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "will (1d20+2)[ 5 ] \nfort (1d20+4)[ 24 ] "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "that is by by armor, but I do resist the stunning\n\nnow, you die:\n\nsudden maximized, sudden empowered magic missile with warmage edge:\n(4+1)x1.5+1= 8 damage, no save, no attack roll "
},
{
"author": "FlyMolo",
"message": "What? What?\n\nthat's crazy talk. 😦\n\nAh well. I knew I should have done something smarter. If you'd only have failed that fort save, instead of rolling a nat 20. Ah well. good game. I'll go request a ref come call it."
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " GM Kyeudo \n\n \n Originally Posted by Seribro \n that is by by armor, but I do resist the stunning\n\nnow, you die:\n\nsudden maximized, sudden empowered magic missile with warmage edge:\n(4+1)x1.5+1= 8 damage, no save, no attack roll \n \n\nYour damage calculation is off. It should be 4(sudden Maximize)+1/2(1d4)(sudden Empower)+1+3(Warmage Edge). Since that is still more than enough to kill Irind though,\n\n Docter Spikenburg is the Winner! "
},
{
"author": "FlyMolo",
"message": "I'm not really sure how to beat this guy. My only hope is that some more powerful warrior beats him, then I fight that guy.\n\nSeriously, I can't even hit you with anything at a range of 110 feet, much less kill you in one shot no save no attack roll."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "How about Bobthefighter in round 14 with a fell drain sonic snap? No save instant death. Its been a total mess trying to find a way to avoid it and strike back. ungghh... 😩"
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "A shield spell?"
},
{
"author": "FlyMolo",
"message": "The real trouble here is that my DR 3/bludge synergizes terribly with my shatter invocation. If they're hitting me with a weapon, I've already done something suck. If they're not, I get an AoO unless they're a monk, and.. ohh. I just realized the unarmed strike damage for a medium character is 1d3. yay for invulnerability. Now I need a matchup with a barbarian or somesuch. Daddy needs a masterwork mace!\n\n(And some way of avoiding/dodging spells.)\n\nV: Hey, it can't as bad as this. I could deal with standard magic missiles, and all the orb spells. On balance, I should have taken eldritch spear, not shatter, as my invocation."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Your in bad luck. your next opponent will either be another warmage or a duskblade"
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"author": "Uncle Festy",
"message": "IT HATH BEGUN!\n\n \n Spoiler \n Welcome to Tandheim! \nI'll be your host and commander, Darhan Toltain. I'm the acting leader of the entire force, and am a member of the Dragon Squadron, the elite strike force of Tandheim. You four are the members of Manticore Squadron, a newly formed attempt at better utilizing some of the more... racially varied... members of the squad. Some of you have been veterans of the force, and some of you are brand new here, but you're all some of the most skilled and powerful members we've got... besides me, of course. Dragon Squadron is the most powerful, so don't mess with us!\nThe TEDF currently consists of ten elite squadrons with 3-5 members, as well as twenty divisions of shock troopers with 30 members each. Each and every one of them is giving their all for the sake of Tandheim, so you'd better do the same, or you'll be out of here before you can say \"Hail the king!\"\nThe Tandheim Royal Compound contains four major buildings, surrounded by a magically reinforced wall. The Palace sits closest to the entrance. It has a massive throne room, rooms for royal meetings, rooms dedicated to art, and dozens more. The Tandheim palace is truly a sight to behold.\nTwo more buildings form a triangle with the Palace. The first of these is the TEDF barracks, where you four live. The first floor is the sleeping quarters for the entire force stationed here (five divisions and five elite squadrons), and the second floor contains the armory and the canteen.\nThe other of these two is the general housing. It contains the barracks for the palace guard, the rooming for the palace servants, the treasury, and the storage room for most of the foodstuffs for the compound. The king also maintains a private suite there, though he spends most of his time in his rooms in the Palace.\nIn the center of the compound is the World Library. The entire nation of Tandheim grew up around this momentous achievement. The librarian, Thranon, is in fact a silver dragon, and they say that one of his ancestors was the curator of the old World Library during the Lost Age.\nAll four buildings are surrounded by a lush garden, which is tended by a druid named Dyris, who prefers the company of plants to that of humans.\n\nI'll add some people descriptions later on. In the meantime, here's the fluff from the old thread.\n\n\n ... here's a bit of fluff that I whipped up about the world of Tandheim:\n-Setting History\nThe game begins in 11056 AW. No one really knows what AW means anymore, so most people say that it means AfterWards.\nThere are three major known ages. The Lost Age, the Dark Age, and the Twilight Age. Little to nothing is known about the Lost Age, which ended in the 6900s, except legends and myths (see below). The Lost Age was supposedly the pinnacle of magical technology, with the world together as one nation. Then, for one reason or another, the world collapsed into war. The Dark Age began with the 300 year war that ended the Lost Age. Again, little is known about this war, but we do know that the end of the war was a arcane strike against the World Library in Tandheim, which held almost all human and demihuman knowledge. (Though the strike wiped out almost all records from the Lost Age, there are many tomes that speak of that devastating strike that crippled civilization.) The result was total barbarism across the world. Few reliable records stand of that time, except for those of the few scribes who tried to maintain a library of sorts where the old one once stood, and the age ended in 7251 AW when these scribes and wizards reestablished Tandheim, and the Second World Library was created, as a new repository of knowledge, and Tandheim's new king established a group of powerful warriors who would be tasked with defending both the library and civilization as a whole. It has been several thousand years since then, but Tandheim, the Second World Library, and the TEDF is still around. (This is mostly unspecific because I don't want anything really hammered out if you need something different for your character.)\nThe Campaign is barely above normal magical technology. The upper-classes often purchase eternal wands to use prestigidation, sending, or magic mouth+clairaudiance (to record messages, often from sending spells). Mage hand, arcane mark... the list goes on. Speaking of the Mark, Arcane Mark works more like a fingerprint then a chosen rune. Whenever someone casts Arcane Mark, it is always the same, and the mark is as unique as a fingerprint. Many nobles use this as both a mark of verification and a symbol of descent, as a given Mark can be passed down to an heir. (Note: Other then Arcane Mark, I'm not going outside of the rules. Basically, I'm making magic items - when logically used - more common, when they serve a useful, everyday purpose. I'm not supporting the Eberron \"Magic can do anything... because it's Magic! tm \", but nor* am I supporting the idea that only adventurers use magic items, and yet there are huge stores that sell them. I'm just trying to use logic here. 😎 Remember, though, that no commoner will ever save up enough to buy any magic item, so mostly rich people do this stuff... though occasionally a large enough group of people will warrant some small magic (say, an army barracks having some continual flames for light and warmth, or a library casting protection from fire on all the books).\n-Uncle Out\n\n*Wow, I just said \"nor\". I scare me sometimes. \n \n\n\nIt's a regular night in Tandheim. The crickets are chirping, the wind is blowing, and it's cold outside. Everything is normal... for now.\n(Please declare your actions at this time. Once everyone does, we'll start moving.)"
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"author": "Ryuuk",
"message": " Elza \n \"...the first two chains of warfare are in essence simple truths. One must know how to deal and receive punishment, just as he should also know how to evade the his foe's inevitable counter. All who have picked up a sword know this, and there are thousands of different styles. There is an overarching philosophy though, which only the most anarchic styles would neglect. The key is all in the state of mind...\" \n\nElza had been studying this codex for a few hours now. She sat on the floor by the side of her bunk. Her falchion lay in it's sheath and hung by the foot of her resting place, along with her haversack.\n\n It makes sense, but how is this different from what I already know? She closed the old musty tome. It had gotten enough of her attention for now. Various members of the other squadrons had recommended it and with some convincing, Thranon had let her borrow it. The condition was of course that it be returned unscathed. Maybe it would be best if I asked them to point out the important bits. Either way she'd had enough of it for the evening. Raising to her feet, she fit the book into the haversack, it would probably be safest there after all.\n\n(Elza would be in the barracks. I don't know if we're all supposed to be together so I tried to leave it open. And yeah, I'm thinking of having her go Warmind/PsyWar if she were to reach 16)"
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"author": "Pyroconstruct",
"message": " Baron Blood \n \n\"Hmm, fiendish pyrohydra? No, too big and too hard to disguise, plus no hands. Glabrezu? Eh, too large and obvious. Psuedonatural paragon fiendish dire crab? Hmmm.... no, too silly. Hamatula? Ah, there we go,\" Baron Blood mused to himself, reading out of a small, leatherbound black book, as he floated in the ethereal plane.\n\n \n\"Umbra Conjuration: Xill,\" he announced pompously, and a shadowy four-armed figure took shape next to him. Without saying anything, the Baron began removing various items and handing them to the Xill for transport to the material. Soon a small stack of various items of power and articles of enchanted clothing lay on the floor of Morhault von Dranheim's new domain, a barracks room in the TEDF building, although he kept several items on, including his flowing red cape and the book he had been reading from.\n\nThe Shadow Xill faded away, and the Baron faded into the material plane as he read several lines from his book, and added an incantation, \"Intentio Redimio Mephistopheles Parum ***** Libri Hamatula Dru'zhang.\" A pentagram appeared on the floor of the room, out of which stepped a barbed devil.\n\n\"Who dares summon the mighty Dru'zhang, tearer of flesh, devourer of innocents, scourge of...,\" the devil began announcing before Morhault possessed it.\n\nTech: Will Save, needs 27 - (1d20+12)[ 13 ] \n\n(TBC, I figure I should make that roll first)"
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"author": "Pyroconstruct",
"message": "OOC: Triple post, whee. Also, I am greatly amused that part of my incantation was censored. I guess we should assume this is after Elza is done reading, since we're in the same room.\n\nCt'd IC: \"Only two titles out of that one before I got it, not bad,\" the devil remarked in a voice distinctly different and more cultured, but no less sinister.\n\n \"First, more suitable accoutrements,\" the Baron announced in his new Hamatula body, \"Muto Ego Vultus Aasimar.\" \n\nThe creature's spiked visage transformed into a young almost-human figure that would have been handsome, were it not for the cruelty that shone through his bright eyes. \"I say, positively angelic. Ha!\" \n\nWith that, the Baron redressed himself with his usual equipment, although the cloak and book remained with his spirit.\n\nTech: So he's a ghost possessing a Hamatula that's Alter Self'd into a Aasimar. If Baron winds up needing to fight in Hamatula form I'll whip up a full character sheet."
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"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Grasnel \n\nA lone gargoyle perches on the roof of the barracks, balanced precariously on the apex of the roof.\nPigeons and other city birds gather on the gently sloping roof, summoned there by the slow rain of bread-crumbs falling from the statues fingers.\n Cooooooo.\nCooooo?\nCooo, cooooo. \n*peck*\n*peck peck peck peck*\nA one hand reaches slowly behind, pulling a elegant sky blue composite great-bow from a quiver on its back.\nReleasing the rest of the bread, the creature draws five arrows from its quiver, aiming each at a different bird.\n\" And....... PULL! \nThe shout sends the birds reeling, all heading sky-word as the five are brought down, along with another five, and another, and another.\nThe birds struggle against the arrows that pin them to the walls and roofs of the complex as Grasnel ties them up by their feet, slings them over a shoulder and goes winging back to the barracks, to freak out the raw humans.\n Geeks, ha.\nThey have nothing on me. "
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"author": "Illiterate Scribe",
"message": " His magics ... khh ... betray him a mile ... off - would you not-khh say, dear Grasnel? I-khh ... cannot get a fix on ... the correct divinatory azimuth. Damnèd spectre! \n\nFrom the roof, there descends a large, sinewy figure. Its movement, to say the least, is disquieting; it slithered across vertical rock as easily as across the ground that it now traverses to fall into step with the gargoyle. The effect of effortless movement that, if it were sound, would certainly be sibilant, is slightly spoilt by the massive slabs of dark-grey, dullish metal that it wears, clanking together like the peals of a poorly constructed bell. Any good armoursmith could tell you that you don't want to make armour out of lead, as it's too soft and heavy, and what would you go an expensive and silly thing like that for, anyway? Nonetheless, the figure bears these burdens - they look more designed to keep something in than to keep blows out .\n\n He's-khh just behaving like such ... a spoilsport, Durendal continues. A meteor shower! At night-khh! A beautiful cele ... bration for the Tandhei ... mers. But now, I can't find where ... it will be. \n\nHe looks up at the gargoyle, and at the dead pigeons. Satisfied that he has a sufficient number of counsellors for this grievous woe, he continues.\n\n But per-khh-haps I am just being petulant. Blood should be able ... to enjoy physicality. Hmm? "
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"author": "wadledo",
"message": "(OOC: The pigeons aren't dead, just slowly bleeding to death.)\n\n\" ....... 'K then? \"\nLooking at the metal monstrosity queerly, the gargoyle chomps off a pigeon head and chews noisily as he tries to decipher whats just been said.\nOtherwise, his stride is unchanged as he walks back to the barracks.\nRight before the door, Grasnel pauses and turns with mouth half full of brains and beak,\n\" What's the hells azimuth mean? \""
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"author": "Ryuuk",
"message": " Elza \n\nAs the spectacle unfolds, Elza notes the white crystal on her Falchion grow vivid. She had to admit the first time caught her by surprise, but after serving in the Manticore squadron for the entirety of it's still young lifespan, the binding ritual had became a somewhat common occurrence.\n \n\"Two and a half actually, but it's not like it really matters, they all seem to have titles.\" She pays little attention as the Baron dresses himself again, she'd already seen what was under it's skin anyway. \"You know, I'd actually be worried if you got one that kept it's mouth shut after you summon it Baron. A lack of vanity would show more discipline.\" Sitting on her bunk, she reaches for her blade as it seems to bend it's hilt towards her. She humored it, taking her time as she pulled it from it's sheath, the blade trying to force her hand out faster. It didn't seem to know the difference yet."
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"author": "Illiterate Scribe",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nOOC:One of the pigeons would seem to be dead now 😛 !\n \n\n Oh, the Azimuth ... khhh ... is the angle that the light we see is at. You've got some pigeon brain on your nose. "
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"author": "Uncle Festy",
"message": " Outside \nSomething that Durendal saw in the meteor shower pokes the back of his mind. Something about one of the meteors looked... wrong. He hears a lound bang and sees blue-white light shining from behind him, and if he turns around, he will realize what was wrong. Grasnel also hears the explosion and sees the light, and will also see the following if he turns around: A massive, light blue, glowing meteor crashes into the General Housing building. Moments later, a cold wind blows past you, dropping the temperature and keeping it lower.\n\n Inside \nElza and Baron Blood will also hear the bang, also see the glowing blue-white light, and will feel the cold wind blowing past them. Elza's firey hair (I think) will flicker, and come back much weaker, shedding no light, but all the candles and Continual Flames that are lighting the barracks suddenly and simultaneously go out. There is almost total darkness inside, and someone screams. The entire barracks collapse into chaos."
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"author": "Ryuuk",
"message": " Elza \n\nAfter the bang, a strong chill ran down Elza's back as the wind blew. Instinctively, she forced the blade back into it's sheath and drew her arms and legs closer, she hated the cold. Shivering slightly, she let her now weakened flames die, letting her \"hair\" fall back down and revert into her red and orange plumage. From the look of it, open flames wouldn't stand much of a chance in this environment, it would be best to adapt.\n\nAfter a quick glimmer from her headband and a dim burst of light, Elza's eyes take on a flickering silvery glow. The cold was no longer a problem, but then again, that was only on a personal level. \"What the heck was that?\" As she swings her haversack onto her back and holds her falchion in it's sheath, she tries to make out what happened, turning to the direction of the first scream.\n\n \n Spoiler \nJust manifested Adapt Body (the Psionic equivalent to Endure Elements) and hoping that a 60ft Darkvision can get me a decent idea of what's going on.\n "
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"author": "Illiterate Scribe",
"message": " Durendal \n\nWith a single, smooth movement, the construct drops into a low stance, placing its massive bulk between the site of the impact, still radiating a blue-white light, and Grasnel.\n\nThe course of events gave rise to a feeling ill-known to Durendal - gnawing, unsettling, anxiety. Meteorites. Rogue meteorites. Magical rogue meteorites. Meteorites that poured out light, not so much a sunbeam, or the light of cooling metal, but some form of heatless, weightless, and, altogether, lifeless radiance; rime transfixed by starlight.\n\nNo, this couldn't do. A practical, pragmatic solution - fast. Such a solution could only be helped by the presence of his fellows:\n\n MANTICORE SQUADRON! \n\nBeing fairly sure that such a bellow would carry over the tumult that was rising from the barracks, he turns his attention back to the epicentre of the confusion and terror in the Militia base. The brightness and frigidity is still as disturbing as before.\n\nSearch for evil, or magic? The dilemna was a perennial one when investigating large worrying things (this certainly fulfilled both categories), but here, the worry was not so much over some sort of nasty thief, or even rampaging demon, but more deep-seated than that. Something inherently unnerving about the meteor itself.\n\nDurendal steps out and, cautiously advancing towards what's left of General Housing, alters his position on the web of consciousness slightly, and begins discerning skeins of magical energy, looking for anything abnormal.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC:Since he hasn't been on active military footing, and because I forgot to put together an initial spell preparation 😳, I'm assuming that all slots have been put over to stuff like scrying - of little value in the aftermath of a disaster. I do, however, have detect evil and detect magic at will. He's started detecting magic, and is keeping the cone trained on the building, which he's moving towards.\n "
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"author": "Pyroconstruct",
"message": "OOC: Instead of a full character sheet for Hamatula body, I'll just list stuff that would be different.\n\nStat changes: Str 23 (+6), Dex 27 (+8), Con 23 (+6), hp 126, AC 54 (touch 33, flat-footed 29), hp 126, Initiative +20, Fort +34, Ref +36, Attacks +20/+15/+10 (Axe, 1d8+7), or 2 claws +19 (2d8+6+fear), impale 3d8+9, Barbed defense, damage reduction 10/good, darkvision 60 ft., immunity to fire and poison, resistance to acid 10 and cold 10, see in darkness, spell resistance 23, does not have most undead traits (but retains immunity to mind-affecting effects and CHA modifier to concentration checks). Has on the Baron's magic items except for belt and cloak (both still working, though), vest (redundant) and book (not needed).\n\nBaron:\n\nBaron seems unaffected by the cold, but he still jumps at the bang. After hearing Durendal's yell, he calmly snapped his fingers, accelerating the movement of both himself and Elza. He smiled as the rest of the world slowed down, and continued preparing.\n\n \"NonValidusUtExsistoVulneroPerFrigus,\" he incanted with accelerated speed, rendering himself immune to cold, followed by \"MaioribusNonPromptus,\" vanishing from view.\n\n \"Let us proceed outside, hopefully Durendal saw what happened. Safety in numbers, regardless.\" With that, the Baron dropped his disguise (being invisible anyways), and hurried out the door.\n\nIf Baron can get reasonably close to Durendal with his move: \"Quite an impressive piece of destruction. Did you see what did that?\" \n\nTech: Haste on self and Elza, quickened by Swiftblade ability, (+1 attack, AC, Reflex, +30 ft. move, Elza gets an extra attack on a full attack action, Baron gets an extra standard action instead and the benefits listed under \"notes.\" Improved Invisibility and Energy Immunity: Cold on self, move action 90 feet in the direction of Durendal's shout. I'm assuming they know each other well enough that Durendal should be expected to recognize Baron's voice even if he's invisible. Alter Self is dropped."
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"author": "wadledo",
"message": "OOC: This is before anyone else comes out.\n\nTaking to the air, Grasnesl drops the dead pigeons where he was standing and wings his way to the impact zone, staying close to the roof-tops.\nReaching a overlooking structure, he pulls out his crossbow and searches for anything odd.\nOther than, you know, the meteor.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+19)[ 35 ] \nMove Silently: (1d20+17)[ 35 ] \nListen: (1d20+14)[ 23 ] \nSearch: (1d20+11)[ 12 ] \nHide: (1d20+17)[ 23 ] +6 if background is stone\n "
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"author": "Ryuuk",
"message": " Elza \n \"I'll be with you in a moment, just go on ahead.\" Seeing the world through her black and white vision, she runs towards the center of the chaos within the barracks. This is supposed to be the most elite force in Tandheim, if we're in a panic we'll be no more useful then a bunch of peasants. \n\nAssuming there's no obviously source of the panic within the barracks (Some gate to the outer planes, demons besides Baron Blood teleporting in, that sort of thing.) she'll call a light out of every dead torch she runs into. If there's no obvious threat, she'll come to the conclusion that the other troops started panicking because of the blast, the wind and the flames dying. If this is the case, she hollers out in the center of the common room amongst the panicked others. \"Come to your senses! Is this how Tandheim's elite react when someone turns out the lights?!\" \n\nRegardless of weather this works or not, she feels she did her part. She closes her eyes and with a flash of multicolored light, disappears. When she opens them again she's outside of the barracks and trying to follow Durandel's summon.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf there's anything urgent causing the panic in the barracks that she can pick up on her way to the common room, she'll tend to that instead. Eitherway, she uses Light on as many objects as she can before reaching the center of the room and urging everyone else to calm down. Then she just Dimension Doors out of the barracks, trying to follow Durandel's voice, but staying on the ground.\n "
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"author": "Uncle Festy",
"message": "Elza:\n\nYou see general confusion. It's otherwise mostly dark in the barracks, and there's a lot of screaming, though with darkvision, it's pretty easy to tell that it's mostly screaming because everyone else is screaming, with the odd bump or stubbed toe.\nThere is no center of the chaos. The chaos in the barracks is chaos for chaos' sake. As you move through the crowd, it quickly becomes apparent that the rest of the elite squadrons are also trying to form up. Some are in the barracks, trying to calm everyone down, while others are moving outside in an attempt to discover what happened. The weaker squadrons, however, are dissolving into chaos, and they are the majority in the barracks, giving the illusion of complete chaos. (Near complete? Yes. Complete? No.) The light spells function (maybe a more powerful caster was needed? is the thought that comes to mind) but they are flickering, and of a very weak radiance.\nAbout when you get outside, Darhan takes command (see below).\n\nDurendal:\n\nThere are definately powerful magics at work. You haven't been able to detect such powerful magic since... well... you're not quite sure since when, but you have a feeling that you have sensed such power before. There's a moderate to strong aura of magic, as well as a dim aura of evil that is rapidly growing. You don't really have time to detect more before you hear a shout from behind you (see below).\n\nBaron Blood:\n\nAs you move through the barracks, you notice the same things as Elza. No sooner do you reach Durendal then you hears the same shout that the golem does.\n\nGrasnel:\n\nThe entire building is silent as a grave, and all things considered, that might be a fitting metaphor. He hears one voice shouting behind him (as opposed to the dozens before), and almost as soon as it stops, members of the TEDF start coming out of the building.\n\nEveryone except Grasnel:\n\n\" Daylight. \"\nJanus' voice drifts over the crowd, and with it comes a burst of light. The light reveals general chaos, whith Janus and Darhan in the center. Janus looks calm and composed, as always, his spellbook radiating light, but Darhan looks boiling mad. \" What in the nine hells is going on here? Are we running a madhouse or a guard? \" All other speech seems to wither in his wrath, and almost immediately the barracks are silent. He points a finger to the barracks door. \" All squadrons. All divisions. Form up. Outside. NOW. \" With the final word, the spell of his voice (not an actual spell, just being alliterative) seems to break, and everyone moves towards the door, though slightly frantically.\n\nReally Everyone this time:\n\nAlright, I forgot last post. Everyone, make any Knowledge checks that you have ranks in and think might be relevant."
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"author": "Illiterate Scribe",
"message": " Durendal \n\nHearing Darhan's fustian, the sickstone golem grudgingly begins to turn, and to slither back to the assembly point, just outside the Barracks.\n\nPrehensile necks, however, come in handy. Just as he moves out of range for his divinations, his gaunt, humanoid mask snaps back, trying to fix the image of the detected magic in his mind. A slight, imperceptible dip in his head on the return journey indicates to Blood that, yes, he's seen something, but can't tell any more right now.\n\nSo, thinks Durendal, cogitations running through the micro-engraved filligree of his sickstone cortex, we ... are looking at what ... one might describe as a comet of magic. A nucleus ... of what can only be described as ... hereto-unforseen, in recent ... years at least, power ... bearing a mantle of weaker magic. And evil? That bodes ill.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC:O RLY, DURENDAL? 😛\n\nAnyhow - knowledge checks, GO GO GO!\n\n Knowledge (the planes) (1d20+17)[ 27 ] ; what flavour of energy (negative? cold?) was that energy that was released?\n\n Knowledge (religion) (1d20+14)[ 34 ] ; does this comet have any religious or mythological significance?\n\n Spellcraft (1d20+17)[ 23 ] ; trying to identify any schools of magic involved in such an occurance\n\nSaving the big guns, i.e. altering the course, for later.\n "
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"author": "Ryuuk",
"message": " Elza \n\nAfter hearing Darhan take charge, Elza's glad to know she was on the right track. Though, maybe she expected too much out of the weaker squadrons, she remembered panic as a formidable foe, even if it felt distant now. Once she gets accustomed to her surroundings, the remains of the general housing occupy her thoughts.\n\nWhile the rest of the squads are making their way out, she readies herself for what's to come. Anyone looking in her direction can see small green puddle in front of her and something that looks like a green vine wrapping itself loosely around her neck. As she turns back to the others, the silver flicker in her eyes seems to have strengthened. She ignores any odd looks, simply heading towards the large alien golem.\n\nShe joins the rest of the Manticores. \"Strange. Durandel, have you seen Grasnel?\" \n \n Spoiler \nAdded Inertial Armor (Armor boost), Danger Sense (Improved Uncanny Dodge) and Metaphysical Weapon (Weapon boost) to the active buffs.\n\nKnowledge History: (1d20+5)[ 23 ] Can she recall any other similar incidents?\nKnowledge Psionics: (1d20+13)[ 33 ] Bit of a longshot, but it also covers ancient mysteries\n "
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"author": "wadledo",
"message": "Leaping from the roof, Grasnel glides lazily over to where the meteor landed and inspects it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf nothing happens, he'll move back 40' and take a couple pot-shots at it with his crossbow.\nAlso, last time Grasnel was alone without anyone else from the squad, he literal started dancing in the rain, as well as singing showtunes.\nIt was of human remains, mostly, and he can't sing.😛\nNo Knowledge skills: (1d20)[ 5 ] \n "
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"author": "Pyroconstruct",
"message": "Baron Blood\n\n \"What a bunch of weak-hearted buffoons,\" Baron mumbled under his breath, as he headed back with Durandel towards the meeting point.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Knowledge: Arcana - (1d20+9)[ 13 ] \nLongshot:\n Knowledge: Religion - (1d20+6)[ 11 ] \n "
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"author": "Pyroconstruct",
"message": "Baron Blood:\nRealizing that he hadn't even a faint clue what the significance of the meteor actually was, Baron turned to Durandel as they walked. \"You're some sort of meteorite elemental yourself, right? Do you know anything about what that was?\" \n\nTech: I'm assuming with those low Knowledge checks, Baron indeed knows nothing."
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"author": "Uncle Festy",
"message": " Durendal \nOk, I messed up. I thought the spell effect was lower level, so the DeMa aura should have been strong. My bad.\nAnyways...\nKtPl: Whatever just happened here is tied to the Paraelemental Plane of Cold (so the blast was pure, undiluted, cold). You're not quite sure how, though.\nKRe: Ooh, natural 20. Nothing obvious yet, but I'll keep this in mind as you learn more about the meteor.\nSpellcraft: Nada.\n Elza \nNothing to note in post other then checks.\nKHi: Ooh, swing-and-a-miss.\nKPsi: See Durendal's KRe comment. The same applies here.\n Wadledo The meteor is in the building, so you can't examine it unless you go inside. Even if you try, Darhan will try and interfere before you manage to get inside. Oh, and you can't use Knowledge skills untrained.\n Baron You are correct. You know nothing.\n\n Everyone As the TEDFers line up, Darhan takes stock of the different squadrons. \" Good, good, everyone's here and accounted- \" He stares for a few moments at the hole in Manticore Squadron's ranks. \" Where is that thrice-damned gargoyle now ? By Cuthbert's shining mace, if he starts singing again... Grasnel! GRASNEL! \" If Grasnel doesn't reply to Darhan's shouts, Janus steps up to the general. \" If I may... Message . \" Janus says over the connection, \" Form up with Manticore Squadron immediately. This is an order. \" Failing that, Darhan will turn towards Durendal, and say, \" Bring the Gargoyle over here. Now. \""
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"author": "Illiterate Scribe",
"message": " Durendal \n\nWhile waiting for the rest of the teams to form up, Durendal turns to Elza and Blood.\n\n I ... khh-believe that it was some sort of ... paraelemental cold magic. It was in an intensely pure state - I ... do not believe that I can accurately recall such a channelling. \n\nHe looks mornfully, or as mornfully as his fairly rigid stone face could allow, at Elza.\n\n Sorry. \n\nUpon hearing the shouted commands of Darhan, Durendal suddenly becomes alert.\n\nIf Grasnel does not respond to Janus' entreaties, then Durendal ... takes steps. He crouches down, with every sense straining towards Grasnel.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAnd so we get to the complex bit. Durendal has readied an action to spring forward (running start) and leap at Grasnel, and then try to grapple him, in order to stop him from flying around any more, and to bring him to attention.\n\nHe's not in a combat situation, and has had time to concentrate, so he would take 10 on a high jump if Grasnel came within 20ft of the ground.\n\nOn account of taking 10, Durendal gets to jump 6 feet straight up 10+16 (str) . His 16 foot reach, as a large creature, puts him in good stead to get in range of the gargoyle. He then proceeds to initiate a grapple check against him:\n\n1. Touch attack . (1d20+24)[ 29 ] .\n2. Grapple check . (1d20+32)[ 45 ] (9 BAB + 16 str + 4 large + 4 grapple).\n\nIf all of these succeed, Grasnel now has 600lb of golem hanging onto his leg, and will most likely be brought to ground.\n\nAfter landing with a booming thump , the golem whispers in Grasnel's ear:\n\n While ... I appreciate the works of Mariah Popinov as much ... as anyone else, could it wait a little? \n\nHe then turns to Darhan, and begins talking normally. My ... khh-apologies, sir. My colleague is very eager. \n\nIf any of these fail, Durendal picks himself up off the ground, and, looking slightly embarrassed, gives a significant look at Elza, then at Grasnel.\n "
},
{
"author": "Pyroconstruct",
"message": "Baron Blood:\n\nIn response to Durandel's information, Baron Blood said, to nobody in particular, \"I'd pat myself on the back for that Energy Immunity spell. Except that I'm presently invisible and covered in spikes.\" He didn't seem very interested in helping get Grasnel down."
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Yes, yes I'm coming. Annoying git. \nGrasnel hops back into the air and plops down next to the team.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThe knowlege check was to see if I had even DC 10 (which I believe everyone is supposed to know).\n "
},
{
"author": "Ryuuk",
"message": " Elza \n \"Pure elemental cold... Th-that'll be rough, won't it?\" She shivers at the thought, her resolve faltering for a moment. Before long, she catches herself though. \"It's alright, thanks for the warning. I think I can protect myself from the environment if we go in, but if I reach my limit I'll let you handle the rest.\" She smiles, coming to terms with the prospect. \"Besides, if this is absolute cold, this'll be the peak. Anything else will pale in comparison.\" \n\nAs Grasnel joins them, she closes her eyes and sighs before giving Darhan her full attention."
},
{
"author": "Illiterate Scribe",
"message": " Durendal \n I am no better - but ... what worries me is that-khhh, if this derives from a being ... malicious in intent, as the levels of evil would-khh suggest, then that means that we might have trouble on our hands further ... down the line. "
},
{
"author": "Ryuuk",
"message": " Elza\n \n \"High levels of evil...\" For a second, Elza dismisses this. Afterall, she had been running into evil incarnate on a daily basis thanks to one of her team mate's habits. But then it struck her. High levels of evil. If this was planned, it's willing to do something like this to the very heart of Tandheim and apparently confident enough in their ability to take such a regimen. Again, she shudders."
},
{
"author": "Uncle Festy",
"message": "\" Now that we're all here , \" says Darhan, looking poignantly at Grasnel ((Myself included - sorry about that!)), \" let's begin. Three, nine, and Doppelganger, secure the palace. Four, fifteen, and Ogre, secure the library. Seventeen and Raakshaa, hold down the fort. Manticore Squadron, you're with us. \"\nJanus turns towards Darhan. \" Because they need testing in a serious situation? \" he says, a cynical look on his face.\n\" Yes. Of course. To test them in a dangerous situation. That's exactly why I chose them. Let's go with that. \" Done speaking, Darhan moves towards the freezing building, and the rest of Dragon Squadron follows."
},
{
"author": "Illiterate Scribe",
"message": " Durandal \n\nAs they head out, the construct turns to Janus.\n\n May I speak to you for a short ... while? It occurred to me-khh ... that a trajectory for this comet might ... be calculated from its frost trail. While ... I apologise that I did not see ... it inbound, there ... is a possibility that it may shed some light. "
},
{
"author": "Pyroconstruct",
"message": " \"Before we get to the dangerous situation part, allow me to test out a handy use of this rod I located recently. Spacious Join Superior Deception Arms.\" With that, a pale red glow surrounded Manticore and Dragon Squadron's weapons briefly before winking out.\n\n \"Now, let's discuss proper crashing etiquette with that meteor.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nTech: Using one of the daily charges of Metamagic Rod: Extend and casting Extended Chain Greater Magic Weapon. Baron only uses one hit (for his axe), and I figure the other 15 should be more than sufficient to tag all the weapons we need. It (effectively) makes them +3 if they weren't already better than that.\n "
},
{
"author": "Uncle Festy",
"message": "((Illiterate Scribe and Pyroconstruct: What do you mean about the last sentances? What would shed light on what? What is \"proper crashing etiquette?\" Oh, and all the Dragon Squadron members who are carrying weapons have them at +3 or higher, except Darhan's Composite Longbow (+1) and Myran's offhand shortsword (+2), so use all of those on Manticore squadron's backup weapons - Oh, right. Myran. This would be a good time to introduce Dragon Squadron. There's Darhan, who's a combat specialist and war-leader. He's very drill sergeant-y, despite his position. Which, by the way, he only has because the commander is MIA. Next is Janus. He's the mage and jack-of-all trades of the TEDF. He's an elf, and a wizard, so he's the smartest member of the force - and what's more, he knows it. He rarely speaks loudly, but when he does, everyone listens. Finally, there's the unmentioned member, Myran. He's the high priest of Nerull, and therefore takes a very morbid view of life. Specifically, he assumes everyone will die, so doesn't mind speeding the process along a bit. A bit goth, but very powerful, and is skilled at channeling both arcane and divine energy into his attacks.\nDurendal, prep your spells now, as we are quickly moving towards a combat situation.\nFinally, if a member of Dragon Squadron gives an order, and you don't specifically say that you're not following it, I'll assume you are. Unless I can just assume that orders are being followed, though I doubt it.\nHm. Most of this should be in the OoC thread. I'll move it later.))"
},
{
"author": "Illiterate Scribe",
"message": " Durendal \n Careful ... something seems wrong. I-khh ... don't like this. Be watchful, friends. \n\nDurendal reaches down to his belt (or the piece of cloth that circles his 'waist', at any rate), and draws his holy symbol. It is a strange object - a shallow, hollow dome, made of some sort of shell-like substance that is reminiscent of the dark grey-green, foreboding colour of the sky of a late summer's evening, that arrives just before the onset of a torrentail downpoor. It is edged with silver - the tiny embossed stars and edges glisten in the light emanating from the barracks, and from Elza's plumage.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFesty:Durendal was wondering if he could use some divinations to back-track the meteor's path, and have a guess as to where it came from. Too late now, though 😦.\n\nAlso, spell preparation. It normally takes too long, but a compromise could be reached by only letting him prepare a smaller number of spells (I'm going with 1/2 normal, rounding up).\n\n0 - Light\n0 - Resistance\n0 - Guidance\n1 - Ray of enfeeblement\n1 - Bless\n1 - Bane\n1 - (domain) true strike\n2 - Augury\n2 - Status\n2 - Remove paralysis\n2 - Scintillating scales\n3 - Daylight\n3 - Protection from energy\n3 - Anticipate teleportation\n3 - Prayer\n4 - Freedom of movement\n4 - Death ward\n4 - Restoration\n4 - Divine power\n5 - Righteous wrath of the faithful (basically +1 attack/round in a 30ft burst, +3 damage and to attack)\n5 - Righteous might\n5 - Flame strike\n6 - Heal\n6 - Harm\n6 (domain) - find the path\n7 - Spell resistance, mass\n7 (domain) - moment of prescience\n8 - mind blank\n8 (domain) - foresight\n\nWow. Clerics prepare a ton of spells.\n "
},
{
"author": "Uncle Festy",
"message": "((@Durendal: Why's it too late? I feel like I'm missing something here... If it's because I have no idea what you're talking about, that's meaningless. Janus might.\nAlso, I'm not asking to prepare spells, I'm asking to state spells prepared. One makes no sense in a battle situation, the other forces you to keep away from metagaming. For instance, you can't spend every slot on Flame Strike, but you can spend one or two because it's one of the more powerful cleric evocations.))"
},
{
"author": "Ryuuk",
"message": " Elza \n\nTaking one last deep breath, Elza follows the Dragon squad as they approach the crash site. As she walks, her right hand moves to her weapon's hilt and pulls. Out of the sheath comes a warped looking blade, engraved in glyphs which seem to have no meaning and boasting a series of odd curves near its hilt and down its dull edge. As she runs her left hand over it, its sharpened edge grows keener and the blade seems to writhe in joy. In a way, the falchion looked more eager to go in then its owner.\n\nHer face hosts an expressionless look. She knew full well that she didn't want to go in. If such a choice had presented itself before she had gained the new appendage, she would have been terrified of the prospect. Now though, she couldn't help but wonder if loosing most of her basic instincts had been so bad. There weren't any more road blacks, it was just do or do not. \"I'll watch my step then Durandel.\" \n \n Spoiler \nJust casting Psionic Keen Edge on the falchion, it'll be up for 2.5 hours. The description of the falchion is just fluff, it's not an intelligent item or anything. I'm just trying to get it too fit as having had illithid influence.\n "
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Grasnel \n\nActing overtly weepy and hurt, Grasnel quietly wipes a large theatrical tear from his eye, before saying \" You know what? I think he might not like me! Oh, poor me! Whatever shall I do? \"\nThis is said outside of Darhan's hearing, as Grasnel plods along behind the group, attempting to bring up the rear."
},
{
"author": "Pyroconstruct",
"message": "OOC: \"Let's go discuss proper crashing etiquette with that meteor\" was a tongue-in-cheek way of saying \"I'm ready to go.\" By \"discuss proper crashing etiquette\" he means \"go and see what's up,\" ie, what we were about to do. Also, re: the chain GMW, with 15 hits I can probably hit everyone's backup weapons, unless one of the other Manticores is carrying around more than 4 weapons."
},
{
"author": "Uncle Festy",
"message": "As they reach the doors, Janus turns towards Durendal. \" We'll discuss this later, \" he says.\nDarhan stands in front of the door, greatsword in hand. He says, \"Prepare yourselves, everyone - we're going in. Janus?\"\n\" Open. \"\nThe double doors swing open, and a cloud of mist billows out. As it clears, you all see the main hall. Everything is covered in ice. The floors, the ceilings, the doors, the huge table that dominates the entry hall - everything, including a dozen or so members of the palace guard, frozen in place around the table or at the doors.\n By Nerull's staff... \" says Myran."
},
{
"author": "Pyroconstruct",
"message": "OOC: Question: is the ice thick enough to impair movement significantly?"
},
{
"author": "Ryuuk",
"message": " Elza \n\nClosing her eyes, Elza slowly walks into the frozen chamber. She braces herself, expecting to feel an almost painful chill run through her while her body adapts to the environment around her. If all goes well, then the feeling will last for only a sudden jolt, afterwards she should feel just like she did only a few hours ago at the barracks.\n\nAs she looks around the frozen chamber, the green vine around her neck begins to unwrap, preparing to lash out at anything looking for a fight. Similarly, she holds her own weapon tightly. \"It doesn't look like they had much time to act...\" \n \n Spoiler \n Adapt Body should be going into effect. She's also making no effort to suppress her Heat racial ability.\n\nSpot (1d20+13)[ 16 ] \nListen (1d20+13)[ 20 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Illiterate Scribe",
"message": " Durendal \n Oh. \n\nDurendal, without pausing to take in the scene at any greater detail than a glance, raises his holy symbol to his mouth, and whispers a few words - more like atonal, musical chords, actually - into it. Nothing seems to have changed, but it is fairly clear that some fairly powerful magic was just channelled.\n\n Oh dear. \n\nDurendal begins looking around - sharply, jerkily, clearly on edge.\n\nA colleague of his might notice that he has begun slipping into some bad habits again - with little flicks of the long, talon like fingers, of which far too many adorned each hand, he has rolled back the protective lead coating that covers them. The resulting light, although still carefully aimed away from the others, is still somewhat disturbing and sickening to look upon - somehow, light shouldn't be able to flicker in that way, or cast those sorts of all-too-weak shadows. Nonetheless, the silver-green light is quite good at illuminating the hall.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOoC - casting Foresight from Durendal's domains. The light is a reference to sickstone's glowing properties, which are worryingly similar to high-energy radiation, so he's trying not to expose any of the Dragons or Manticores to it.\n\nAlso, Festy -\n\n\n Durendal: Why's it too late? I feel like I'm missing something here... \n\nOK, he was going to try and ascertain a rough source (read - bit of the sky) for the meteorite. It's not exactly an easy or quick process - certainly not one which is likely to be feasible in what Darhan would probably call 'an unsecured zone' 😉.\n\nAlso, spellswise, the above is a fairly representative buff-package for Durendal - the sort of thing he'd have prepared for general usage in the camp.\n\nFrozen solid, y'say? 😦\n "
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Grasnel \n\nScans the hall and trots forward with a glazed look in his eyes.\n Sooooooo, how we doing this? \nGrasnel draws beside one of the frozen men, takes out his ax and taps it on the head with the back of the blade.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Quick Reconnoiter : Gives Spot + Listen check every round as free action.\nSpot: (1d20+19)[ 28 ] \nListen: (1d20+14)[ 33 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Pyroconstruct",
"message": " \"A most fascinating display of elemental power,\" Baron observed as he stepped aside to let the others pass.\n\n \"Umbra Accerso Phasmatis Equus,\" the Baron intoned as he summoned himself a phantom steed, not fancying balancing on ice, especially when he wasn't yet used to this body. He mounted the ghostly horse and hovered about 10 feet up inside the building.\n\n \"What are your orders for Manticore Squadron?\" he asked Darhan in a neutral tone while observing the scene.\n\nTech:\n \n Spoiler \nUsing Shadow Conjuration to mimic Phantom Steed (although it only has 60% hp, Baron voluntarily fails his Will save so it can still carry him around at full speed). In case Baron needs his 7th level spells again soon:\n\n 7th level spell cooldown - (1d4+1)[ 3 ] \n\nSpot and Listen checks.\n Spot check - (1d20+29)[ 40 ] \n Listen check - (1d20+29)[ 39 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Uncle Festy",
"message": "\" Dragon squadron, secure the upper floors. Manticore Squadron, secure the bottom floor. Your main priority is finding survivors, and figuring out what happened here. I'm hoping for no hostiles, but whatever happened here was extraplanar, so keep your eyes open for outsiders and elementals. \" With that, Dragon squadron goes into the door on the right.\nOoC: Quick note about layout. The entry hall is rectangular, and the entrance door is one of the short sides. The room is dominated by a large table. There is about sixteen feet between the table and the wall on the three far sides, but the closest side of the table is about nineteen feet from the wall and the main door. The table is surrounded by chairs, with four on either long side, two in front of you, and three on the far side of the table. Each chair has a frozen person in it. There is a door on each of the four walls. Other then the one behind you to the outside, there is a door on the right to the stairs, a door on the left to the kitchen, and a door on the far wall into the Palace Guard's sleeping quarters. The ice is covered with a thin layer of snow, so it doesn't impede movement significantly. State your action and position at the end of the aforementioned action."
},
{
"author": "Pyroconstruct",
"message": "Baron:\n\n \"I expect everyone's dead, but we might as well take a look,\" the Baron said, as he spurred his phantom steed to circle the outside of the room so he could scan the adjoining areas with his ring of X-ray vision.\n\nTech:\n \n Spoiler \n As stated - activate Ring of X-Ray Vision, using phantom steed to circle the room while looking through the walls, looking for anything of note. The horse is silent and moves at 240/rd, so it shouldn't take too long; however, he can only see up to 20 feet with it, so he's staying right next to the walls. If needed:\n\n Spot check - (1d20+29)[ 42 ] \n\nIf Baron sees anything that seems important, he will end his action at the wall near it. If not, he will end his action 10 feet above the table in the center of the room and see what the other Manticores do.\n "
},
{
"author": "Illiterate Scribe",
"message": " Durandal \n It would worry ... me more, Blood, if anything here was still alive. \n\nDurendal resumes looking carefully at each object in turn, concentrating on seemingly random parts of the room with a fierce intensity. It's quite clear that he's looking for something, although the way that his attention has rested on\n\n \n a bowl. \n a table leg \n an ornate cornice \n some ice crystals \n \n\nsuggests that he doesn't yet know what. While doing this, he walks slowly to the table, and looks for any vital - or other - signs - whether any noticeable damage is visible.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOoC:Man, I love having Detect Evil at will! He's detecting, of course, and listening out to his Foresight as well. He ends up near the centre of the room. Also, no spot/listen rolls, a) because they're rubbish for Durendal anyway, and b) he's using magic to examine the current situation - examining anything that would have a DC is currently not high priority.\n "
},
{
"author": "Ryuuk",
"message": " Elza \n\nElza closes her eyes once again before making her way down the left side of the hall. \"It's a grim way to look at it though, to think that just yesterday I saw some of these people alive and well on the grounds...\" She considers trying to thaw one the frozen statues out, but decides against it, it might be possible to do something for them yet. She looks over the room, trying to find anything stranger then misty flying steeds and masked golems. If nothing comes up, she'll turn to the kitchen door and push it open. (If something does, she's currently in front of the kitchen door.)\n\n \n Spoiler \nYou know, Psychic Warriors have a LOT of buffs. Elza will manifest both Steadfast Perception (Immunity to Illusions and Glamers like invisibility as well as bonuses to spot and search for 2.5 hours) and a fully augmented Vigor (+75 temporary hp for 15 minutes). Both would have a set recharge (basing them off False Life and See Invisibility), so they'll be down before I can refresh them.\n\nSpot: (1d20+19)[ 29 ] \nListen: (1d20+13)[ 28 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Grasnel \n\nSeeing everyone be all dutiful, Grasnel attempts to look busy by poking the frozen men for a few moments more.\n \n Spoiler \nSearch? to check if their actualy alive: (1d20+11)[ 28 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Uncle Festy",
"message": "[OoC]Grasnel, please post your location. Elza, there's a frozen member of the guard in front of the door. Where are you in relationship to him? Everyone else, DON'T POST! Hopefully, I'll have a new post soon after the response.[/OoC]"
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": "[OOC]Standing next to the closest guy to the front door.[/OOC]"
},
{
"author": "Ryuuk",
"message": "[OOC]Lets say 5ft to the right of him. Probably considering moving him to get through.[/OOC]"
},
{
"author": "Uncle Festy",
"message": "[OoC]Hopa! And we are on![/OoC]\n Baron Blood \nYou whirl around the room at blinding speed. You mostly see more frozen people in the barracks and the stairwell, but the kitchen is deserted. You reach the table, and come to a stop. As you do, you see movement, and a sphere of frozen energy engulfs you...\n(60 cold damage, Ref DC 19 half)\n Elza As you step in front of the frozen guard, he suddenly starts moving. With astounding speed, he pulls out a greatsword, and swings it at you.\n(Attack (1d20+18)[ 34 ] (Against FF AC), Damage (2d6+8)[ 15 ] , Crit confirm (1d20+18)[ 33 ] , Crit damage (2d6+8)[ 15 ] )\n Grasnel The soldier you were poking spins around, and shoves a Greatsword at your chest.\n(Attack (1d20+18)[ 26 ] (Against FF AC), Damage (2d6+8)[ 15 ] , Crit confirm (1d20+18)[ 36 ] , Crit damage (2d6+8)[ 15 ] )\n Durendal There's no obvious evil, though there are faint traces coming from the kitchen... Suddenly, three of the frozen men begin moving, and attack your friends. No one attacks you yet, though.\n \n Spoiler \nOkay, here's the map:\n \nAnyone covered with a semi-transparent blue circle hasn't moved yet. The guys in grey with swords are guards, and the guys in blue robes are mages. You're all initialed, and will be replaced with images as time allows.\n "
},
{
"author": "Pyroconstruct",
"message": "Baron laughs off the cold attack, glad that he cast that Energy Immunity on himself. His phantom steed does not, as it is frozen and falls to the ground, shattering on the table.\n\nTech:\n \n Spoiler \n\nBaron's Energy Immunity protects him from that attack, but his mount can't live even if it saves successfully. \"Mount killed under you\" is 1d6 damage or a DC 15 Ride check, so:\n\n Ride check, DC 15 - (1d20+6)[ 25 ] \n Damage for failed ride check - (1d6)[ 2 ] \nAlso, should we roll initiative/ state actions? Or is there more in the surprise round? If Initiative is needed now:\n\n Initiative - (1d20+20)[ 39 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Uncle Festy",
"message": "[OoC]Yeah, Pyroconstruct makes a good point. Resolve surprise round, roll initiative, and state your actions in the new round.[/OoC]"
},
{
"author": "Pyroconstruct",
"message": "Tech:\n \n Spoiler \n\nChecking if Baron knows what spell hit him:\n Spellcraft - (1d20+10)[ 30 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Pyroconstruct",
"message": "[OOC] This is assuming Baron's conclusion was that he got hit by an arcane spell [/OOC]\n\n \" I suppose I'd best deal with that mage before he figures out to deep-freeze the one with the flaming hair, \" Baron thought to himself, as he reapplied haste with a quick gesture, so as to affect Grasnel and Durendal as well, and then fired green lasers out of his eyes at the two mages.\n\nTech:\n \n Spoiler \n\nSwift action: haste (quickened for free by Swiftblade power), Full-round action: use Ocular Baleful Polymorphs that he had prepped, one at each mage.\n\n First touch attack - (1d20+20)[ 37 ] \n Second touch attack - (1d20+20)[ 32 ] \nBoth saves are DC 25.\n \n\n\n[OOC]Baron's action depends on how well that worked[/OOC]\n\nIf at least one worked:\n\n \"Welcome to a more appropriate order of existance, fool.\" \n\nIf at least one failed:\n\nBaron attempted to finish the job with a Feeblemind spell. \"Tenuis Mens!\" . OOC: DC 25, Will, -4 to save DCs of arcane casters.\nRecharge: (1d4)[ 3 ] \n\nIf both worked:\n\nBaron congratulated himself on his success, and took advantage of Grasnel's presence to flank a soldier and try to behead him with his axe.\n\nTech:\n \n Spoiler \n\nPartial charge the one next to Grasnel. Switching to a 2-handed grip on axe. Using Arcane Strike, burning a 4th level slot. Recharge - (1d4)[ 4 ] . Also, smiting good, on the offchance these guys are good-aligned. Power attacking for 5.\n\nAttack: (1d20+30)[ 45 ] (+10 more if he's good-aligned)\nDamage: (1d8+28)[ 36 ] (+4 more if he's good-aligned)\nArcane Strike damage (4d4)[ 8 ] \nSwift Surge damage (2d6)[ 3 ] \n \n\n\nI"
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{
"author": "Ryuuk",
"message": " Elza HP: 214/139, AC: 42, 25 Touch, 42 Flatfooted (Improved Uncanny Dodge)\n\nAlmost as a reflex to the guards subtle motions, Elza dodges of the greatsword's way. The sword makes contact with something, but it doesn't seem to be the phoelarch.\n\nElza's response seems to be just as quick as the attack. Her eyes grow in intensity as the silver flame they seem to hold strengthens even more while her weapon seems to writhe in excitement (Concentration: (1d20+23)[ 41 ] ). As the green tentacle lashes out and tries to wrap itself around the guard's neck, she adopts an almost careless stance, as if daring anyone else to try and attack.\n\nTentacle Attack (+13 Bab, +9 Str, +1 Haste; Improved Grab)\n \n Spoiler \nAttack: (1d20+23)[ 41 ] \nDamage: (1d6+9)[ 10 ] + (1d6)[ 6 ] Fire\nGrapple: (1d20+26)[ 28 ] \n \n\n\na) If the grapple succeeds (if not go to c))\nA gentle sizzling can be heard as the tentacle's temperature reacts with the ice. Elza's glowing eyes look into the guard's, \"If your loyalties still rest with us, now's your chance...\" She holds the guard tight and gives him a second to answer.\n\nb) If he tries to speak (if not go to c))\nElza loosens the grip and waits for the guard to talk. The Falchion seems to writhe in protest. (end's her action)\n\nc) If the grapple check failed or if the guard didn't respond\nDisappointed, Elza looks down and tightens the grip on her weapon. Immediately after her gaze meets the guard again, she unleashes a brutal flurry of swipes and slashes onto the man's body. Each cut seems to leave ripples of heat in the air behind it.\n\nRest of the Full Attack ( +4 Eager Whirling Keen Illithidwrought Falchion):\nAttacks - (+13 Bab, +9 Str, +1 Haste, +2 Insight, +4 Enhancement)\nDamage - (+13 Str, +2 Eager, +2 Insight, +4 Enhancement)\n \n Spoiler \nAttack 1: (1d20+29)[ 42 ] \nDamage: (2d4+21)[ 26 ] + (1d6)[ 2 ] Fire\nCrit Confirm?: (1d20+29)[ 30 ] \n\nAttack 2 (Haste): (1d20+29)[ 43 ] \nDamage: (2d4+21)[ 26 ] + (1d6)[ 1 ] Fire\nCrit Confirm?: (1d20+29)[ 41 ] \n\nAttack 3: (1d20+24)[ 35 ] \nDamage: (2d4+21)[ 24 ] + (1d6)[ 1 ] Fire\nCrit Confirm?: (1d20+24)[ 32 ] \n\nAttack 1: (1d20+29)[ 34 ] \nDamage: (2d4+21)[ 28 ] + (1d6)[ 1 ] Fire\nCrit Confirm?: (1d20+19)[ 30 ] \n \n\n\nSummary:\n \n Spoiler \nSwift Action: manifest Perfect Riposte defensively (1 AoO on an enemy's miss per round)\nFree Action: go into Robilar's Gambit (All enemies receive +4 Attack and +4 Damage, attacks provoke AoOs)\nFree Action: Use Boots of Speed for the round if she's not within baron's Haste\nFull Round: Full Attack (Tentacle + 4 Falchion attacks)\n "
},
{
"author": "Illiterate Scribe",
"message": " Durendal \n\nDurendal drops. It's not what it may seem, not having any legs to buckle, but his centre of gravity nonetheless shifts downwards a foot or so. As he does this, time seems to slow for him, as a sense of tremendous clarity floods through the skittering arachnid sparks of green light that cast their webs among the gothic arches of his brain.\n\nNo longer does he use the crude, lumbering speech that he normally thinks and converses in - no, this is different .\n\n Manticores - friends - allies - cold - guards - protect - fire - polar difference - PROTECT! \n\nAll of this passes in - well, no time at all, as suddenly Durendal is moving again, surging forward, to tackle the guard standing following through on his blow against Elza. As he moves, he shouts to Blood -\n\n Make ... sure at many as possible live! \n\n- and barrels into his target, hoping to incapacitate him, and possibly inflict a not-inconsiderable amount of harm. Actinic light begins to trail around his hands, as a corona of power begins to escape from the deep fissures in his armour.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI had a really nice plan involving Waves of Exhaustioning all the enemies in the room, but then realised that Blood wouldn't be immune. ☹️ 😉\n\nInstead, I'm going with the ol' grapple attack at the end of a charge.\n\nTouch attack: (1d20+26)[ 35 ] \nGrapple check: (1d20+33)[ 37 ] \nDamage: (2d10+23)[ 31 ] damage + [roll]1d6[/roll] Con drain (DC 15 fort negates) + (DC 15 will or -4 on attack rolls, saves, ability checks, and skill rolls for 5 rounds.\n\nWow - I sure did trick out my unarmed attacks ... 😦\n\nEDIT:Ooh, and Elza's grappling too. Poor guy.\n "
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Grasnel \n\nThe creature grazes the gargoyle as it bounds back and away, perching on a beam and gazing down at the room exasperatedly.\n[OOc]If there's nowhere to perch:[/OOC]\n\nGrasnel responds to the Baron's attack by beating at the ice creature with his handax.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInit: (1d20+9)[ 15 ] \n\nAttack: +15/+10/+5 Base + 6 Str + 1 Magic + 1 Haste + 2 Flanking\n\nAttack 1: (1d20+25)[ 44 ] \nHaste attack: (1d20+25)[ 38 ] \nAttack 2: (1d20+20)[ 27 ] \nAttack 3: (1d20+15)[ 19 ] \n\nDamage 1: (1d6+7)[ 8 ] \nHaste damage: (1d6+7)[ 9 ] \nDamage 2: (1d6+7)[ 12 ] \nDamage 3: (1d6+7)[ 8 ] \n\nAuto:\nListen: (1d20+14)[ 32 ] \nSpot: (1d20+19)[ 28 ] \n \n\n\n[OOC]In either case:[/OOC]\nGrasnel growls I f*cking hate magic! "
},
{
"author": "Illiterate Scribe",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nOoC: I just realised that I forgot initiative, and mucked up Con draining -\n\nInit - (1d20+5)[ 22 ] (+1 DEX, +4 improved initiative)\nCon drain on attack - (1d6)[ 3 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Uncle Festy",
"message": "Let us begin with Initiative:\n (1d20+5)[ 9 ] \n (1d20+1)[ 15 ] "
},
{
"author": "Uncle Festy",
"message": "Baron:\nBoth rays hit. Rolling STs.\nGuy who moved: (1d20+6)[ 10 ] \nGuy who hasn't: (1d20+6)[ 18 ] \nBoth mages turn into small furry animals. One of them stays as frozen as before, but the other scurries off into a dark corner.\nThe smite good fails. Cracks run across the ice encasing the warrior, but he still stands.\n\nDurendal:\n\nOpposed grapple check: (1d20+11)[ 16 ] \nThe warrior is incapable of defending against your attack, or fighting off your grapple. Cracks run across the ice encasing him, but he still seems ready to fight.\n\nGrasnel:\n\nSure. There's a beam up above to perch. The warrior fighting you gets an AoO:\nAs you leap into the air, the guard gets in one last blow:\n(Atk and Dmg in next post)\n\nElza:\n\nOpposed grapple check: (1d20+11)[ 14 ] \nWith Durendal holding him down, you easily get a hold of the guard. He's still up when you grapple him, but doesn't respond to your request. He drops to your flurry of attacks.\n\n((One more post coming soonish. Yeesh, I hate not being able to edit in rolls! Also, the guards are moving, but they're still encased in ice. They can't talk or respond. How are they moving? How should I know? 😛))"
},
{
"author": "Pyroconstruct",
"message": "OOC: I was mistaken about when Partial Charge can be used; a Swiftblade can't use their extra partial action to charge. Instead:\n\n \"Welcome to a lower order of existance, fools,\" Baron announced as the mages transformed into mice. Turning to the soldier fighting Grasnel, the Baron waved his hand, calling forth a blade of magical energy to strike the frozen man.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTech: Sword of Deception on partial action. Recharge: (1d4)[ 3 ] .\n\nAttack from SoD: (1d20+17)[ 33 ] \nDamage from SoD: (1d8)[ 5 ] \n\nI don't think Festy has SC, but it's a pretty straightforward spell. Each hit gives a cumulative -2 to saves (-4 on a crit) up to max of -5, it resets the first time the target rolls a save. The sword can be dispelled like any other magic, but it can't be damaged.\n "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 22: Psychodelia vs. Naked Dave \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\nOr:\n\n GP Award for 1st: 600gp\n GP Award for 2nd: 300gp\n\n All combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "deja-vu...I need to defeatyou in this match, so that you wont level up...\n\nAchnowledging the existance of the thread, still have time to buy stuff...\n\n initiative - (1d20+2)[ 18 ] "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Funny thing you say that. At this point both of us has 900xp and if I would lose this match and win the rematch, both of us would be at 1200, meaning we would both level up :P\n\nat any rate, I have a -3 on initiative so you go right ahead"
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "actually, I did not edit my char sheet...I HAVE 1200 XP...and did you say rematch? as in more than 1 match ?!?! "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "1200? you mean this character has already tried on a round before? Well, if that be the case then you certainly are doing better this time seeing you at least score a silver :P\n\nAnd yes. It was one of the reasons I was so surprised you simply gave up the last time. Every one has two lives in a tournament. When you loose a match, you enter the re-boot series as a second chance to still make it to the finals, in case you lost simply by bad luck. But he who makes it to the finals in a straight line of victories still holds that second life. So if you beat me now, I am entitled to a rematch. I wasn't too sure about it either at first so I double checked with the refs. Its in the waiting room forum somewhere.\n\nSo, good luck to you, your going to need it "
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "😩 fine...time to try to kill you now...\n\n Naked Dave, Round 1 \n\nI start in Z13 with my falchion in one hand and a bottle in the other hand.\n\n Standard action: \nI smear my falchion with the contents of the bottle.\n\n Move action: \nI sheathe my falchion.\n\n Free action: \nDraw an arrow.\n\n @refs only. DONT read this Seribro: \n \n Spoiler \nI have 2 vials of 2 types of poison. Drow poison and Black adder venom. I just smeared my weapon with Drow poison.\nRoll to see that I did not accidentally poisoned myself: (1d100)[ 34 ] Fail at a roll of 1-5.\n\nAlso, the arrow I just drew is a MW arrow\n \n\n Stats: \n \n Spoiler \nHP: 12/12\nAC: 17, FF: 15, Touch: 12\nSpeed: 20\n \n\n\nYour turn."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Chill dude, I dont read the spoilers of my opponents. I may be a reff now, but I don't reff my own games ya know. That would just be wrong, and illegal not to mention. But I can deduct quiet a lot from my opponents character sheet which I am allowed to read at any time.\n\n195 gp for 2 posions. that is drow knock out + either blue whinnis or black adder venom\n\nI begin with 1 vial in right hand and tower shield in left (yes, I to made some last minute purchases)\nAlso, small note here, I left the portable ram in my bank deposit cause otherwise I would be dragging a medium load.\n\nstandard action: drink vial\nmove action:B14 -> H15\n\nend of turn1\n\n@ref: stats\n \n Spoiler \n\nhp:7\nac:20\nPP:17\nsaves F/R/W 5/3/2\nposition: H15\nantitoxin: duration 599/600 (I like to count down rather then up)\n \n\n\nedit: sorry, didn't know about that. I'll just be using the shields AC bonus then. Not as great as full cover, but still +3 AC is nice (the shield provides +4 but limits my dex)"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " Ref Bigmac \n\nWould just like to remind everyone on the FAQ that is being used for tower shields referenced Here . To summarize, you only get cover for one side of your square, and you need to use a standard action to claim cover from your tower shield. Thus, Psychodelia can't use the shield for cover AND drink the vial. Please adjust your move accordingly."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": " Naked dave round 2 \n\nI drop the bottle as a free action.\n\nGet another bottle as a move action.\n\nCoat the arrow with the contents of the bottle as my standard action.\n\nIf I can have another free action, I drop this empty bottle as well.\n\n \n Spoiler \nBlack adder venom on the MW arrow\n (1d100)[ 25 ] I poison myself if I roll 1-5\n \n\n Stats: \n \n Spoiler \nHP: 12/12\nAC: 17, FF: 15, Touch: 12\nSpeed: 20\n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "double move to S14\n\n \n Spoiler \nhp:7\nac:20\nPP:17\nsaves F/R/W 5/3/2\nposition: H15\nantitoxin: duration 598/600 (I like to count down rather then up)\n "
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": " Naked dave \n\nDraw my bow and shoot.\n\nAttack: (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \nDamage: (1d8)[ 2 ] \n\nIf it hits, roll a fort save.\n\nEdit: **** my ass"
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "ehm... was that the end of your turn, or were you still planning on doing something with your move?\n\nI'm just asuming that you were done and go ahead with my turn. If you realy did still plan to take your move, you may ignore this post and I'll repost acordingly to the renewed situation\n\nfree action: drop towershield\nno action: put second hand on the guisarm\nfull attack: charge to X13\n\n (1d20+6)[ 13 ] \n (2d4+6)[ 9 ] "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "That looks like a miss... And a -2 on my AC for this round\n\nstats\n \n Spoiler \n\nhp 7\npp 17\nAC 15\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " Ref Bigmac \n\nReadying or Loosing a shield is a move action, not a free one. After it is loosed, you can drop it as a free action. So, we'll have to back the action up to Psychodelia's turn at the bottom of round 2 since the charge was an invalid move."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "okay, I'm beginning to feel sorry I ever bought the damn shield.\n\nchange of actions:\nMove action to losen up the shield, free action to drop it, another move action to move up to designated position. No attack.\n\nThe result is pretty much the same though, but I'll remember it for the future\n\nend turn."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "yeah, I wanted to drop my bow.\n\n Naked dave \n\nMove to Y13, drawing my falchion as a free action.\n\nStandard action to slash you with it.\n\nAttack: (1d20+6)[ 15 ] \nDamage: (2d4)[ 7 ] \n\nOh, and if it hits, roll a fort save...\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 12/12\nAC: 17, FF: 15, Touch: 12\nSpeed: 20\n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Well, it would have been a hit if the charge had been allowed, but since I had to take a move action to loose the shield, my AC is 17 so no hit there.\n\n5-ft step back, to W13\nattack\n (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \n (2d4+6)[ 9 ] "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "seems like a hit to me, but no critical. 9 damage that would be then\n\nstats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nhp 7\npp 17\nAC 17\nsaves: F6 / R3 / W2\nantitoxin: 596/600 (at any rate, longer then this match will take most likely)\n "
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "Move 5 ft (free) next to you (X13) and slashy slashslash you!\n\nAttack: (1d20+6)[ 11 ] \ndamage: (2d4+6)[ 10 ] (forgot to add the str bonus to my damage last time...)\n\nHit him pls !\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 3/12\nAC: 17, FF: 15, Touch: 12\nSpeed: 20\n \n\n\nEdit: ****"
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "If I'm not mistaking, the poison stays on the blade untill you hit me, right?\n\n5-ft back to v13\nattack\n (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \n (2d4+6)[ 13 ] "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "that kinda looks like a game, set and match right there 😁"
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "yes it does...and I think it will stay for the next match too...since it is not dismissed until used up...\n\nGG. Also, looked up the consistency forum...nice concept, too bad it died, so I started one myself...feel free to drop by if you want to play 😁\n http://dawnhorn.8.forumer.com/index....b57906ef78dd95 "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " High Ref Paladin Latham \n Pyschodelia is declared the winner of Round 22 and recieves 600gp and 300xp.\nNaked Dave recieves 300gp for second place. "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Outside the Parliment Buildings \n\nThe sky is grey today, and the wind is strong but warm. Derrick hands Kira a pair of tickets.\n \"I'm sorry, but we don't have any more car's free. These are for the transit train, it's faster than a taxi. There's a station just down the street. Take it to Vasna station, and then go down to High Court. The address is 687 High Court, the Restam Building, Apartment 435. You should be able to find it alright. I've contacted the owner's of the building, they have been instructed to let you in. If you need anything, contact me.\" \nYou can see the transit station he mentioned a little way away. The building is tall and thin, and at the top, a set of long metal rails extends out over the city. As you watch, a sleek metal bullet of a train comes speeding towards the station. It seems to stop almost instantly as it enters the station."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira looks to the station with a small smile. This was what she had been after, a chance to get a feel for the streets of the city. She did not mind that there was no car, but saw no reason to highlight the fact.\n\nTaking the tickets with a nod, she looks back to Nolt. \"Is there anything else you need, or shall we go?\" "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt shook his head. \" Na, I'm good. Lets go. \" He then started walking to the transit station slow enough for Kira to catch up.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSorry for disappearing for so long. Mass Effect, the most awesome game ever, has dominated my life for the past three days. I'll be in and out for a while, as I am now definitely addicted to it.\n "
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nShe falls into step beside him, handing over one of the tickets, and speaks quietly.\n \"I know you don't seem to like being subtle, but I think we should at least take a look around the place when we get there.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Transit Station \n\nThe transit station entrance opens directly onto a lift, which goes up to the actual station high above. The walls and floor of the station are old hardwood. The room is small, most of it being taken up with the rails. There is a bored looking man in a green uniform behind the counter at one end, and benches along the walls. A dark skinned man in a navy blue suit sits on one of the benches, a carry case in one hand."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt nodded. \" I never said we shouldn't snoop around, I just said I didn't like it. I mean come on, do I look like the sneaky type? \" As he said this, he made a flourish, showing off his armor and powerpack. \" I stick out like a sore Ork thumb. \" He then approached the man behind the counter. \" Your the ticket handler right? Here you go. \" He placed his ticket on the counter."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Transit Station \n\nThe ticket handler's voice is a monotonous drone. \"Thank you sir,\" he says, then he takes the ticket, rips the stub off, flashes it in front of some machine, and hands it back. \"Have an enjoyable ride.\" "
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira hands her ticket to be checked, too, then heads out to the platform for the Vansa train."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt quickly followed Kira onto the train after he grabbed his ticket stub. He sat down as comfortably as he could with his powerpack on and looked around the train car."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Transit Station \n\nThe train car is crowded and small, the press of people tight. After a few minutes of waiting, the train takes off, accelerating quickly but quietly. The city flies by, as the train passes through the air. It seems almost like it's floating.\nThe train stops a couple of times, and people get and off. After about ten minutes, it reaches Vasna station. Vasna is slightly larger than the station you got on at. Instead of the old wood, Vasna is made of cold ceramic and metal. More people get off here than at the other stations."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt stepped off the station and waited for Kira. \" Fancy .\" He said as he looked around at the architecture."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira is distracted by the bustle of the station, briefly disturbed by the sudden rise in the urgency of the thoughts around her as the train stops.\n\n I'm late... \n So good to be home... \n Where is she...? \n\nShe focuses, looking around, then nods to Nolt. \"The company must be important. Or Mister Delah is more important than I would have expected.\" Following him down onto the High Court, she blocks out the distracting emotions of the people around her, while trying to stay alert for any threats."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, High Court \n\nHigh court is a busy street, filled with people and cars. Women in light flowing silk robes pass by in groups, men in suits strut past, and well dressed children walk on, packs on their backs. The area seems quite affluent. The Restam building is a large skyscraper, not the tallest in the area, but still formidable. There is a doorman standing just outside the revolving doors, a tall dark skinned man in red uniform. He stops you as you approach the doors, asking \"What is your business in the Restam Apartment Complex today, Sir and Madam?\" \n \n Spoiler \nSorry about the slow posting. I really have no excuse.😳\n "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\n\nNolt looked around at the vast difference in apparel between the people here and his combat gear. \" ...Ork thumb. \" He muttered to himself. He then looked at the doorman, and glanced back at Kira. Subtlety, right. He decided that it would be better if he didn't say anything, so he waited for Kira to talk first."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nWith only a brief hesitation as she considers using a cover story, Kira shows her identity card, with a friendly smile, but speaking in a clipped formal voice. \"We are here as instructed by Inquisitor Auriga. Please allow us to enter.\" "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt nodded behind Kira and did his best to look profesional."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Restam Building \n \"Ah, the Inquisitor's investigators. Come right in.\" He walks through the doors and up to the desk. The room has a soft red carpet and red walls. There aren't any people around, except for the woman behind the desk and the doorman. The doorman walks up to the desk and quietly asks the woman a question. She answers him, handing him a key, and he walks back.\n \"Mr. Delah's room is number 435, on the fourth floor. Would you like me to take you there, or shall I just give you the key?\" "
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n \"You will take us there.\" She studies the man a moment, then asks, \"Are all visitors registered?\" "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Restam Building \n\n\"No, visitors are not registered. However, we only let in people who live here and their invited guests.\" he says. He walks over to the lift, pressing a button to open it and another to make it go to the fourth floor. The doors close after you enter (I'm assuming you follow him, so we don't have to wait for you to say so) and your stomach jerks as the lift starts moving. After a few seconds, it stops and the doors open. The doorman leads you down the hall, stopping in front of a door with the number 435 on it.\n\"This is the room,\" he says, inserting the key. The door opens quietly on well oiled hinges."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\n\" Okay, you may leave now. Thank you for your cooperation. \" Nolt made no move to enter the door, instead waiting for the doorman to pass out of sight. As he waited he put a cautionary hand on Kira's arm."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nShe nods, waiting. She could usually tell when trouble was about to hit. Most people described it as setting the hairs on the back of their neck on end, but to her, it seemed almost like a scent... one that made her gut twist.\n\nExtending her senses, she concentrates, attempting to tell if they are in danger here."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Restam Building \n \n Spoiler \nAre you using that Intuition power, Kira? It seems like you are, but you haven't said for sure.\n \n\nThe doorman bows and walks off. The front room is small and full of various furniture. There are three brown leather couches along the beige walls. In the centre of the room is a low coffee table. There are two open doorways into what looks like a kitchen and a bedroom. Along one wall is a large bookcase. The room is very clean and orderly."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nAfter the doorman was gone, he turned and peered through the doorway. \" Kira, maybe I'm just being paranoid, but... is it just me or did they expect us? Did the inquisitor call ahead of us? \" He didn't un-holster his lasgun, but he kept a hand on its handgrip all the same."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nGhal, this is from the first post in this thread.\n \n Originally Posted by Derrick \n I've contacted the owner's of the building, they have been instructed to let you in. If you need anything, contact me. \n \n\nIt's easy to miss.\n "
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nShe nods, scanning the room, speaking in barely more than a whisper.\n \"He did, but there's more than that going on. Something feels wrong here.\" "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt was dumbfounded for a second or two, but he quickly recovered. \" Wow, that was very idiotic of me. I guess I should have known that huh? Also, I guess my suspicions of the bell boy were unfounded. On to other matters, what’s wrong? Did you use your witchcraft to see the future or something? \" Nolt un-holstered his lasgun and covered the doorway."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nHer eyes narrow as she looks at him. \"It is not witchcraft, and if you wish my help, you will refrain from calling it that.\" \n\nShe looks around, trying to see anything out of place, any clue as to what is wrong. Her hand grips the hilt of the knife at her belt."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Restam Building \n\nKira finds nothing strange in the main room. One of the doorways out leads to a small kitchen. The kitchen is furnished in stainless steel, or some similar-looking metal. There is a window over the clean sink, looking out onto the street below. The food storage areas are also immaculate, and mostly empty. A few loaves of bread and some packages of generic nut-spread are all that's left.\nThe other way from the entrance room goes to a bedroom. The massive bed nearly fills the whole room, leaving little floor space for a thin wardrobe and side table. There are two doors from this area. Unlike the other openings, these doorways actually have doors in them. A strange sort of soft, melodic noise can be heard from behind the door on the right side of the room."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt carefully stepped into the appartment, keeping his lasgun raised and ready. Taking in the scenery, he turned and aimed at the door the mysterious sound was coming from. He turned his head to make eyecontact with Kira, and motioned that he was going to approach the door. He tip towed his way to the door and waited for Kira.\n\n((Move Silently is 3.))"
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nAre you going to open the door, or wait for Stormkitten to post?\n "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nWell, I was going to wait. But now that I think about it, you did say she was still gone. So I guess I could open the door. No wait. I'll put my ear to it to try and hear what is going on in the other room.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": "You hear a faint music, possibly with a violin or similar instrument."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira moves closer, too, just making out the faint sounds beyond the door. Motioning Nolt back, since he has the gun, she moves quietly to stand against the wall by the door.\n\nOnce Nolt is ready, she reaches for the handle, trying to open the door quickly but quietly."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt backed away like Kira motioned for him to, holding his gun pointed at the door. He didn't know what to expect on the other side, it may even be a civilian, so Nolt decided that he would hold his fire untill there were confirmed hostiles in the area."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Fharad Delah's Apartment \n\nThe door slides open onto a small bathroom. A waterproofed speaker plays pleasant classical string music. The fixtures are all in white porcelain, and the walls are painted a dull brown. The floor is tiled and very clean."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nFearing a trap or ruse, Nolt spun around, expecting wild eyed attackers to leap out from hidden spaces. Pulse pounding, he felt like he was back on one of the many warzones of his past. \" ...Damn Ork Snipaz... \" He said under his breath."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nShe gives a thin smile at the outburst, returning to the main room of the small apartment. Staying alert, she begins looking for any papers or similar things that might help their investigation.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSearch check: (1d20+8)[ 26 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": "Kira's search is not especially fruitful. The apartment does not seem to contain any area's to store papers of the sort that might be important. There are some recipe cards in the kitchen, many books on the shelf in the main room, most either on the history of Empirica or on business topics, and a collection of rules for various versions of solitare on the table. However, there is a grey metal lockbox underneath the bed. Strangely, the key hangs from a cord attached to the box.\n \n Spoiler \nI should probably note that I did not include the area behind the as-yet unopened other door from the bedroom in the search.\n "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt, who had been guarding Kira's back during her search, eyed the box suspisiously. \" Not very secure, or smart, leaving the key practicaly in the lock. \" Nolt shook his head. \" This guy must have been an idiot. \""
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n \"All right, let's see what we have.\" She tries the key in the lock, opening the case up if it fits."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Fharad Delah's Apartment \n\nThe key fits and turns easily. Inside the box is a small pile of documents. A birth certificate, a degree from the University of Empirica, a legal will leaving everthing to the Garrison Corporation, and some investment bonds."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt looked up from the papers and at the only closed door left. \" While your goin' through that, I'll go check out this last room. \" Nolt walked over and slowly oppened the door."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": "The door is locked."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt stepped back from the door and glared at it. \" Hmm... \" He then turned to look at Kira. \" Hey, can you pick a lock? 'Cause this door is locked and I don't want to kick it. \""
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira drops the papers neatly back into the case. \"Nothing here.\" \n\nStanding smoothly, she tugs a slim case from her pack, walking over to study the lock.\n\n \n Spoiler \nElectronic or physical lock? Which skill?\n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nIt's a mechanical lock. To pick it, you need a lockpicking kit, and then you have to roll disable device.\n "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt watched Kira work. \" So? How does it look? \""
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n \"Seems too strong for a normal interior lock.\" She frowns slightly, closing the case again. \"I'd need better tools. If it's a standard fitting, the manager here may have a master key. Otherwise, we'll need a locksmith.\" "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt nodded. \" I'll go call them up. \" Nolt turned and started looking for a vox."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Fharad Delah's Apartment \n\nNolt finds a Vox, and beside it a list of important contacts. Apartment services is one of them. Assuming he calls them, a polite female voice answers \"Hello, how may I help you, Mr. Delah?\" "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\n\" Eh? Oh... uh... yeah send up the Manager if you would. I've locked myself out of a room in my appartment. \" Nolt hoped that she didn't care if he actualy sounded like Delah or not, though really it didn't matter. He didn't have to explain anything to her."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Fharad Delah's Apartment \n \"You've locked yourself out? I'll send the superindendant, he can open it for you.\" \nAfter a few minutes, a pudgey man carrying a toolbox walks into the apartment. When he sees Nolt and Kira, a look of suprise covers his face. \"Who are you? Where's Mr. Delah? What's going on here?!\" "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt crossed his arms and looked over the superindendant. \" Sorry for the lie, but Mr. Delah is not here. We are here on official Inqisitorial buisness, investigating Mr. Delah's recent activities. \" Nolt turned and pointed at the locked door. \" We need you to open this door for us. \" He turned back to the superindendant and smiled. \" If you don't believe us, you could always talk to the Inquisitor himself. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nWould that be indimidation? I'm not too sure.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Fharad Delah \n \"Really? What's happened to Mr. Delah?\" The superintendant asks, looking genuinely concerned. He takes his toolbox over to the door, and sets it down on the floor. Then he pulls a key out of his pocket and tries it, but it won't fit. \"Hmmm. This must be something he installed himself. That key is supposed to open anything in the building.\" He kneels down, grabs a tiny flashlight from the box, and looks into the lock. \"Bugger, that looks like a tough one. Might be easier to just break it. Is it important that it be undamaged?\" "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt pondered this for a moment, then shrugged. \" Well... I could have busted it myself. Oh well. Nah, it's not important. Go ahead and bust it. And for your earlier question, I can't answer that. When this is all over, I'm sure you'll hear about it. \" Nolt didn't like this man. He was getting a bad feeling off of him. But then again, he also suspected the bellboy of treachery."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Fharad Delah's Apartment \n\nThe superintendent nods, then turns to the door. He sizes it up for a second, and then goes back to his toolbox. He grabs hammer, extends the grip to sledgehammer length, and then takes aim at the lock area. He then hits it three times, each hit creating a resounding boom. On the third hit, part of the door splinters, and the lock comes free of the wall. \"So what's in here anyway?\" the superintendent asks, starting to push the door open."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt raised his hand in caution. \" Hold on there. Don't open that door. We don't know whats on the other side. Here, let me see your hammer. \" Nolt walks over to stand to the left of the doorframe, and holds out his hand for the hammer. \" Also, you might want to stand away from the door. \""
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Fharad Delah's Apartment \n\nThe superintendent looks at Nolt strangely for a second. \"What do you mean, it might be dangerous? It's just a closet.\" However, he obediently hands Nolt the hammer and takes a few steps back."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt grabbed the hammer, but refrained from doing what he intended. Instead, he looked at the superintendent. \" En? A closet? I didn't know... well never mind. It was still locked and we still need to know what's inside. \" Using the head of the hammer, he nudged the door open and peered around the doorframe."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Fharad Delah's Apartment \n\nThe door swings slowly open, revealing a short hallway with a corner turning left at end. A lurid orange glow comes from beyond the corner. The superindendent stares suprisedly down the hallway. \"It's a closet in all the other apartments...\" "
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n \"That would definitely explain why things felt off.\" Kira whispers dryly to Nolt.\n\nTurning to the man, she nods. \"We'll take this from here. Thank you.\" Taking a half-pace forward toward the doorway, she thumbs her vox on, trying the inquistor's number. Getting no response, she shrugs, sending a brief written message.\n\nGlancing back to make sure the superintendent had left, she looks to Nolt. \"Looks like we're on our own. How do you want to handle this?\" \n \n Spoiler \nMade a couple of assumptions about the vox, I'm happy to rewrite if needed.\n "
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt handed the hammer back to the superintendent and quietly thanked him, then turned back to the situation at hand. \" I dunno, we could just walk over and check it out. \" He whispered to Kira, then held up his index finger. \" But, paranoia hasn't let me down often enough to rule out anything else. If anyone is back there, they definitely know we are here now. \" He chewed on his thumb nail as he thought, then looked back up at her. \" Do you have any ideas? \" He whispered to her."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirca City, Fharad Delah's Apartment \n \"Uh, so... I'll just be going then...\" The superintendent says, glancing quickly at Nolt, as he folds his hammer back into it's smaller shape and puts it away."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt waved him away. \" Sure, go. It could get dangerous in a second. \" Drawing his Lasgun, he moved as silently as he could down the hallway, poking his head around the corner."
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n\nKira studies the hallway, unable to shake her feeling of unease. Drawing her blade, she settles the well-worn grip comfortably in her hand.\n\n \"No sense waiting around if they know we're coming anyway.\" \n\nWith that, she takes the first step beyond where the end of the closet should have been."
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Fharad Delah's Apartment \n\nThe Superintendent leaves in a hurry, shutting the door on his way out.\nAs you round the corner, you are met with a horrible sight. The corridor opens onto a circular room, it's floor covered by the eight-pointed Star of Chaos. There are blotches of what looks like dried blood on the floor and walls, and a small altar set with a grinning skull leers at you from the other side of the room.\n \n Spoiler \nThis picture seemed highly appropriate- it's basically what the floor of the room looks like.\n \n "
},
{
"author": "Stormkitten",
"message": " Kira Danusku \n \"I guess that's the proof we were looking for.\" Kira remarks, dryly. Her stance belies her easy speech, the tension obvious as she studies the room."
},
{
"author": "Ghal Marak",
"message": " Nolt \n\nNolt cursed and averted his eyes from the scene. \" This needs to be burned. We should notify the Inquisitor of this. \" Putting away his lasgun, Nolt turned and went back into the appartment proper. Nolt brought out his vox and keyed in on the Inquisitor's frequency. \" Sir? Do you read me? \"\n\n((I just realized that I have a vox of my own.😳))"
},
{
"author": "Rigel Cyrosea",
"message": " Empirica City, Fharad Delah's Apartment \n\nNolt gets no answer on the vox. While he is out of the room, Kira hears something drop lightly behind her. A soft female voice whispers by her ear, \"Where is Fharad?\" "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Grall vs. Shooter \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Tortise262 - Grall Greenskin \n Faithfreebible - Shooter Mcgavin \n All Combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "faithfreebible",
"message": " \n Spoiler \ninit: (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": "initiative: (1d20+3)[ 9 ] "
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nStart on N2. If I act first, or don't get LOS by my turn, then, double move to V8\n\nHide: (1d20-1)[ 12 ] \nMovS: (1d20-1)[ 10 ] \n\nHP = 12/12 (100%)\nAC = 14 (ff) ; 18 (using Dodge on my action)\n\nGrall has a swim speed, so is it possible for him to move 30 feet in shallow water as a single move action?\n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "you guys crack me up....\nfreebible, initiative usually isn't put in a spoiler since both players require to know the others initiative in order to asteblish who goes first. In this case, both of you have rolled a 9 and both of you have a +3 modifier so that makes it a perfect tie. Please reroll initiative or flip a coin or something like that."
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": "Heh, I knew I was supposed to see his init, but I didn't want to peek at any other stuff that might've been under there.\n\ninit: (1d20+3)[ 7 ] \n\nWhat about my question? Is there an arena room Q&A board?"
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "Only the waiting room I'm afraid. If you don't want your opponent to know your tactics then ask the question in a spoiler that says 'don't read this ____'. The honor system is the only reassurance. However, you could always PM a High Ref who is good with RAW (Kyeudo, Mavian, Bronz, ect.)."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "According to Seribro (who made the map) the water rises to a character's chest in the shallows (if just barely). This means that you recieve all the benefits and penalties of water combat (which includes a swim speed).\n\nJust a note. Continue the match."
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": "Er... I'm waiting for faithfreebible to reroll initiative. (and I posted my first move already, anyway)"
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " High Ref Paladin Latham \n\nDue to inactivity Shooter is disqualified. He has one more shot in the losers bracket.\n\n Grall is declared the winner and recieves 300xp and 300gp. "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Andek Firebeard vs. Grey Wolf \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Andek Firebeard - Dragonstar \n Grey Wolf - Olidimmara \n All Combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Dragonstar",
"message": " Initiative - (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \n\nLet's get it on!"
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " High Referee Paladin Latham \n\nUnfortunately Olidimmara hasn't posted in a while and is unlikely to do so soon. Thus for inactivity, Grey Wolf is disqualified.\n\n Andek Firebeard is declared the winner and recieves 300xp and 300gp. "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "deepsear",
"message": "You all open your eyes as you are shoved one by one into a whitewashed room, the flickering fluorescent light giving you a mild headache. There are two rows of 6 chairs, cheap metal things, pressed with their backs against the wall. The ceiling extends no more than 2 feet above your heads, and there are doors at either end. The one behind you slowly creaks shut, and an armed nondescript (surprise!) MIB stands with his arms crossed in a no-nonsense posture.\n\n\"Everyboy take a seat, please,\" he growls in contrast to the magic word.\n\nYou can do nothing but comply.\n\n\"Two rules. Don't get up, and dont try anything funny, you scum.\"\n\nAs he says this, you see a haggard 30 year old black man stumble in from the far door, and make his way to the exit. The MIB lets him through, glaring at him.\n\nThe mans shifts his gaze to you all as he stands by the door, immobile."
},
{
"author": "Necromimesis",
"message": " Eva Perez leans back in her chair, her left hand drumming out a fast-paced rhythm on the metal. She seems quite at ease with the situation, and surprisingly unperturbed by the vaguely concealed threats of the guard. \n \"Define funny...sir.\" \n Her tone is jovial and polite, with just enough delay on the honorific to be slightly sarcastic. "
},
{
"author": "ImpFireball",
"message": " God'n'christ... let's just get this over with.... over with.... get this.... over with.... get this over with get this over with.... f***in' over with.... over with... \n\nKenny Mcfretti could've been meditating on close examination. Why the hell did fellow soldiers bother to let the inevitable drag on? What could be more annoying?\n\n Just do what they tell you girl, it's gotta get over with... we're gonna go no where, and if you decide you're gonna keep this up y'know I'm gonna have to mark you off on the hate list. \n\nOOC: Thoughts are italicized, just so y'know."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Michael Jameson sits in his chair looking rather board. after a minute or so goes by, he turns to the others in the room. \"So, what are y'all in here for?\" "
},
{
"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": " \"Who cares? Just hurry the **** up and get on with it!!! "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " I happen to care. I like to know about any associates I have. "
},
{
"author": "Necromimesis",
"message": " Eva turns her head sideways to glance at Michael. \n \"Don't see any compellin' reason to tell you. But then again, it wasn't exactly covered up, so you probably know anyway. I'm called Eva Perez, if that's any help.\" \n Given the media reports of the raging psychopath who gunned down prisoners for no reason, her name alone is usually enough to send others edging back at most. Combined with her actual demeanor, it usually ends up confusing people. "
},
{
"author": "Townopolis",
"message": "Michael Viks sat down obediently in the chair, and remained silent as the others started their useless conversations. Slumping forward, Viks let his head fall back and hit the wall, watching the MIB through half-lidded eyes, maintaining an attitude of boredom and ignoring everything else that went on around him."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " Yes, I do recognize the name. There is no reason to tell, but then again, there is no reason not to. Besides, I don't know about the others, but you and me are almost certainly getting a...extremely heavy sentence, so its not like someone would spread the word about what you did. From the looks of the security, I'd say all of us are getting a heavy sentence actually. I was just wondering if the people i'm gonna spend the next who knows how many years next to in a little cell are mass murders, or car thieves, etc, so i don't insult anyone by guessing the wrong crime. he pauses for a moment. Oh, and my name is Michael Jameson. Very nice to meet you Eva. "
},
{
"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": "Frost sat there kicking the underside of his chair seat with the back of his leg. Is this going somewhere or is our sentence to sit here with our thumb up our asses while 00-Douchebag undresses us with his eyes? "
},
{
"author": "Necromimesis",
"message": " Eva chuckles. \n \"I can think of worse sentences. At least this way I've got people to talk to.\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " I must agree. I'd rather sit here than in solitary confinement on Death Row. "
},
{
"author": "deepsear",
"message": "The guard, without saying anything but giving a murderous stare, just stands near the door.\n\nIn time, you hear a loud, ringing knock on the door at the other end.\n\nMr. MIB grimaces into an expression you can only assume is a smile.\n\n\"Enjoy your life trip to Guantanamo, scum.\"\n\nHe strides quickly to the opposite door and opens it, giving you all a mock bow.\n\n\"Your new lives await you.\" He seems almost gleeful.\n\n\"Now stay in line, no pushing or shoving, and GET IN THE DAMN CHAMBER.\"\n\n\nAs you file by him into the auditorium, you glance about to examine the room.\nYou have entered from the back, and it is not set up like any court you have seen before for it is somewhat small and not at all like a place for grave sentences. The walls are a light beige, and the furniture is wood paneling and granite. A bench sits in front of you, facing the front where a low podium supports a judge's seat. The bench seats all the way to the left and right of the room, with a section taken out of the middle to let you pass as you are called up. Right next to the judge's stand, which is raised only about a foot, is a strange thing. Instead of a witness stand, there is a small workspace with a multi-screen computer. Behind this sits a brawny black man, his hands casually punching figures into a keyboard. His nametag says \"Ean Randall\". Behind the judge's podium is a more imposing figure, a dashing 40-year old man with black hair, graying slightly at the temples. He carries no identification. The judge beckons toward you as you file in, and says with no placable accent,\n\n\"Please... take a seat. We will begin in a short while.\"\n\nThe door slams shut behind you, and the MIB stands vigilantly at it, the Cerberus of this padded hell."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " Oh fun. I've always wanted to visit Guantanamo. Michael says, with a roll of his eyes and his voice dripping with sarcasm. As he is told to sit, he looks around and speaks again. Odd, this doesn't LOOK like a prison, especially not one as renowned for its lack of decor like Guantanamo...Hm, this might be more interesting than I originally though. "
},
{
"author": "Townopolis",
"message": "Viks snorts softly, rising silently and heading through the door. He pauses next to the MIB, taking a moment to give the man one looking over. Then, shaking his head, he walks past."
},
{
"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": " Its not that good. Frost said in a disappointed tone The walls are so weak...so boring. "
},
{
"author": "deepsear",
"message": "(Ooc: My bad... act of god made me press submit earlier than I wanted to.)"
},
{
"author": "Necromimesis",
"message": " \"I don't know about any boring walls...but that man up there sure is pretty.\" \n Eva waves at the handsome judge. \n \"Hey! Does Guantanamo have a coffee bar? Cause if you're not doing anything after this little charade...\" "
},
{
"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": " Damnit! We cant even bypass the red tape HERE? Get it over with already! The short man said tapping his foot rapidly on the floor."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " \"Come on, there's an MIB and a judge. We're obviously in the middle of something with high involvement by the government. There's more red tape here than in the entire rest of the Union.\" Michael says with a laugh, leaning back in his chair."
},
{
"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": " The only color of tape I want to see is black, and it better have some C4 under it. "
},
{
"author": "ImpFireball",
"message": " And at one point, you woulda thought suicide was underrated... \n (muttering)Freakin' god, freakin' christ, freakin'(muttering)... *sigh* these court cases have a reputation for draggin' on. Pathetically, they seem to have little clue'n how to more efficiently deal with killers. Even on death row there's always a way of widdlin' out, seems. Well, maybe that's lucky for some of them prime sinners. For others though, remorse is like ciggarrettes. It feels good but it's bad for you. Or maybe it feels good and bad but its toxic fuels you to... wait, that didn't make sense. \n\nSeating himself, Kenny eyed Frost.\n\n Y'know if I were the more casual observer I woulda thought this man was a part-time cracky. Little difference does it make, I aint that ignorant. Anyway, this guy looks like he could use a pinch of morphine and an advil. \n \nMaybe I'm only kidding though. But ahaha... I don't think it matters much to you guys, f***ers probably couldn't care less. \n\nHe pauses for a second, thinking. Bringing up another subject altogether:\n\n Y'know, you all seem military. At least the setting about suits it. So, like we're in it together, eh? \n\nHe eyes Viks this time, for just a full second before he proclaims\n\n Well, well this guy here has sniper fingers. Which maybe probably, I don't know I'm only assuming, he could be a sniper, hehe... Well, if the ball-of-the-finger-to-the-trigger law fits in whatever country you mighta come from. I had a few snipers under my coat way back when, though I never preferred the trade myself. \n\nHe put a hand to his forehead for a full 4.5 seconds. Finally he spoke again.\n\n Sorry, just feels like I woke up seconds ago. \n\nHe eyes Frost again, finishing the fragmentary comments with, I know how it feels little duder. You just gotta relax. Control your mind. Control the fear. If that's fear your feeling. If it aint, then I know how that feels too. Trust me. \n Apparently that fella actually enjoys handlin' C-4... either that or it was just a boring-ass blatantly cheesey voiced suicide proclamation as usual; hey... maybe this could get interesting. \n\nThe sentence fragments could've sounded fairly weird, but it seemed right to Kenny upon saying it. And, who knows, maybe it sounded about right to the others.\n\nWhen things have finally settled down, Kenny resumes his meditation."
},
{
"author": "deepsear",
"message": "The judge watches this interesting play for a while as he shuffles papers. Upon the exclamation from Eva, he looks up, smiles, and gets back to his papers. About 1 minute after Kenny's comment, the judge looks up before anyone can speak.\n\n\"Please be quiet everyone. You all know you have been charged, every one of you, with some god-awful crime. Well, we have given you a verdict, to be sentenced and carried out in this very room. You might have realized how very pissed the council was at you. Every one of them wants you dead, which is perfect.\"\n\nHe smiles to you all looking very kindly.\n\n\"You are all going to be formed into an elite counter-terrorism unit, to be used at my whim. Don't worry, the council will get their wish, for these missions are to be deadly at best, and suicidal at worst. But what you will recieve from 2 years of this duty is your freedom, but don't worry, this will not happen. Don't get any hopes up. However, I take great pride in my work, and we can always use a working CTU. In that effect, we will pay you for every mission completed. Funds will be split however you all can agree upon, to be spent on arms, ammunition, gear, and... (looks at Frost) other paraphernalia.\"\n\n\"Also, two other advantages are available to you all. First, you will have an extremely secure but very accesible main base. You will only be allowed out, however, upon the start of a new mission. Second, you will be given basic CTU equipment for your first arsenal.\"\n\n\"To prevent you from getting... other ideas, we have planted expiramental chips in your heads. These serve three functions. They will relay your position to your team and us, it will serve to allow us to survey your speech and what you hear, and finally it has a small amount of C4 implanted in it in case you try to take an 'alternate route.'\"\n\n\"Now that you have been pre-briefed, please step up the my associate here, Mr. Randall, and he will assign you combat gear. Dismissed.\"\n\nHe looks over you all one last time, his gaze lingering on each of you. You could almost detect some new feeling, one that you have not seen in someone else in a while: Pride, in you all. But it only flickers past his eyes, and he stands up to leave, exiting swiftly into what you can only assume is a door behind the stand.\n\nRandall looks at you.\n\n\"Alright gang, let's step up to the plate here. File in one at a time and we will assign you equipment. Get in line.\""
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Michael, who had spent more time than necessary playing console games as a kid, couldn't help him self from asking a quick question. as they stood up to get equipment \"Tell me, do we get to call ourselves the Arbiter?\" He gets out, before he begins laughing Man, I thought this only happened in movies and stuff. \n\n(major kudos to those who get the reference.)"
},
{
"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": " C4 in chips? Hmm... If one of you dies I'll get a chance to see that for myself. \n\n(Eh, the spectres would be better)"
},
{
"author": "ImpFireball",
"message": " Ah, whad'ya know, a pardon already. Freed of the shackles of civility. \n\nChuckling, Kenny slaps Frost on the back,\n\n That's the spirit, yah sonofab**ch , although the comment might've contained a slight hint of sarcasm. Such a thing was hardly noticeable, however.\n\nHe then eyed Michael piercingly.\n\n If I happen to make the rules on the field, rule 1 could be that no one gets to play soccer mom to this kid. \n\nHe eyed Eva almost challengingly, but then turned back at Michael,\n Reality aint no videogame, I'll tell yah that. And for those that are already aware, I apologize. \n If this kid has grown some hefty enough balls, then he'll meet me head on. \n\nKenny appears to gaze off in the distance once again.\n\n I owned a mighty fine projector back in the day. And to think I could own a 1080p today with 3.2 surround I think it was? Maybe they got higher now. That'd be something.\n\nChrist... only hell is to come. If you wanna face hell, you gotta be hell. \n\nOOC: Swearing allowed? :P"
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " Kid? I'm willing to bet, no, i'm CERTAIN, i've had more training than anyone here, and I'm older than most. I was simply making a joke, though it appears that you've lost your sense of humor in some sort of horrible accident. I feel your lose man. Now how about shutting the h*** up and getting in line so we can get outta here? I know life's not a game, i've fixed up the people who thought that since i graduated med school. I don't need some wanna-be tough guy telling me that until he's put the guts back in someone. "
},
{
"author": "Necromimesis",
"message": " Eva looks from Michael to Kenny and back again, a disapproving look on her face. \n \"If I'm going to have to work alongside you all, the first thing you're doing is learning to get along. Otherwise I take no responsibility for my actions.\"\n\n\"I mean, I have nothing against seeing you blown up, but I think one of us would have to clean it up, and it sure as hell isn't going to be me. So keep a civil tongue in your head...BOTH of you...or I swear to God I'll take you BOTH down myself.\" \n As she speaks the last sentence, her eyes light up with a somewhat troubling expression, and her otherwise calm and rather jovial manner is tainted with the edges of insanity. The next time she speaks, it is directly to Kenny. \n \"Another thing...there's no soccer mom here. Just me. Keep on my good side, and everything's just fine. P*ss me off, or try to order me around, and I'll find time to deal with you. If something you say makes sense, I'll do it...if you'll do the same for me, but you try to force me into something and you're going home in pieces.\" \n\nWith that, the emotion passes, and she returns to her usual self.[/i]\n\n \"Got that? Good. Time to get kitted up, I suppose.\" \n Eva smiles widely at her new comrades and steps forward to receive her gear. "
},
{
"author": "Townopolis",
"message": "Viks sighed as he got up, and shuffled to the end of the line. Waiting for the others to get their assigned gear, staring at his shoes but keeping an ear on what each one got, trying to get a feel for his new squadmates. In between, he mulled over the implications of their assignment. Chips with C4, a bunker base, and working with these people. Viks absentmindedly gave a soft snort while in line, but didn't speak."
},
{
"author": "ImpFireball",
"message": "A fierce glint seemed to appear in Kenny's eyes as Eva spoke. In the depths lurked a savagery so fierce, so animalistic, so rage filled, barbarous, and indescribable, but...\n\n That's good.... that's good. Right woman. \n\nThe big guy said this with what seemed like no negative emotion whatsoever.\n\nIn fact, he smiled in nearly genuine happiness. A toothy grin.\n\nThen he stared back at Michael.\n \nYou look like a god damn kid. No lie. You won't mind if I call you that? \n\nHe then laughed out loud as Michael blinked at this profound statement. Maybe a little too loud.\n\n Nah! I'm just f***ing with yah! But I'll hand it to you, you've got sense. Y'know what, declare a truce. We're friends now. Deal? \n\nHe held out his hand. This was always made awkward for the recipient, but it didn't matter when it came to business.\n\n Being in prison was worst than the field for crying out loud... Didn't get too much action despite being among the god damn marines, but that'll all change. I can take this... \n "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " Truce sounds good. Friends may come later. In the profession were about to enter, i doubt you want to get to attached to people Michael says, as he shakes Kenny's hand"
},
{
"author": "Necromimesis",
"message": " \"Nah...that's just what they want you to think. The trick is to know better. We can all pull through this easy...just stick with me, kid. Just stick with me.\" \n In truth Eva isn't much older than Michael, but she seems to have adopted the nickname. \n \"And you.\" \n She turns to Kenny. \n \"You don't seem as bad as you'd want us to think. Just a big softy, eh? Somehow I doubt it. Who're you, and what dirt do they have on you?\" "
},
{
"author": "ImpFireball",
"message": "Kenny stands right up next to Eva.\n\nBreathing very low, he quietely rasps\n\n I broke the back of a female officer. \n\nMore loudly,\n \nBut uh... nothing that could ever interest people like you most likely. \n\nHe chuckles accidentally when then looking back at Michael, after having shook his hand firmly (he didn't choose to intimidate with however tight he could squeeze)\n\n By the way, you gotta be my friend if I can trust you or have you count on me for anything . That's how things went down in the business where I lived. \n\nAnd before Michael can even voice a word in response,\n\n Screw off! I'm joking man! Loosen a little. \n I used to feel the same way as you did once. But then I realised, you have to be attached. How else can you survive for f***s sake? Without fellow warriors in arms? \n Intimacy can be an advantage. A mind of one... He mutters faintly to that other root of his own mind. Kenny then quiets down completely, mindlessly taking his weapon as per specification, in meditation.\n \n That other chick's a rare one for sure. Never coulda thought I seen a sane weirdo who's messed for a reason. Could she be... ? Nah. Can't assume. "
},
{
"author": "deepsear",
"message": "Randall spins a pen between his fingers as he listens to this dysfunctional team. After many comments, small arguments, and make-ups, he snorts.\n\n\"Funny group of guys you are. How about you let me hand out some stuff?\"\n\nHe looks at Eva.\n\n\"Let me guess... the only female on the team... you must be Eva? Maybe? Whatever. Anyway, because this is a Counter-Terrorism group and not a wrecking crew we are not giving you an microgun. However, I think we can find something for you here, in this spiffy modified Heckler and Koch HK21 with attachable suppressor and aimpoint with targeting laser. Your sidearms are an\nsuppressed MP5k, no stock, and a Desert Eagle chambered for .50 rounds. I would only use the Deagle when the **** hits the fan, because that thing cannot be silenced. We will also have a couple crates of grenades of various types shipped to the hideout. You guys hear that?\"\n\nHe aims the last question at the back of the group.\n\n\"Next! Ok, one of the Michaels eh? Alright Jameson, lets see what we have for you...\"\n\nHe taps some keys on the computer while leaning back and spinning his pen.\n\n\"Sweet... medic gear...\" He rolls his eyes. \"We have for you a nice UMP45 with aimpoint and silencer. You will also be provided with a FN Five-seveN, suppressed of course, and a full field medic kit. A small side SMG will be provided upon request, of course.\"\n\nHe now shifts his gaze to Jacob, completely nonchalant that he could be pissing off some of the most dangerous people in the world. To him right now, at least.\n\n\"So, Jack 'Frost'. Lets see what we have mustered for you... A couple pounds of C4, some cutting wire that doubles as a garrote, sticks of dynamite, and some special phosphorus grenades. For your weaponry we have a specially requested (by your benefactor here) compund crossbow, collapsible, and with a good amount of poisoned crossbow bolts. Comes with aimpoint, but no suppressor. Imagine that. Your sidearm is a Kimber with suppressor and tactical laser. Your side SMG is a full MP5, which features a detachable suppressor, an aimpoint, retractable stock, and 3-round burst. This will be chambered in 10 mm Auto for increased stopping power and silence. You will also be given a Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knife, for those close-quarters kills.\"\n\nRandall looks at Kenny interestingly.\n\n\"And you. You are the Assault? Fun times here... You are to recieve the SG 552 with, of course, a suppressor. Here, though, we give you a ACOG with 4X magnification, and a folding bipod. Your sidearm is a Skorpion VZ. 61, along with a Sig P228- wait, excuse me: p22 9 .\"\n\nNow, he tries to catch the eyes of Viks.\n\n\"Mr. Sniper... The crap we have for you is an XM8 we pinched a while ago, full kit... very handy. We included a really long-ass barrel for you too, so thank us later. Your \"**** hits the fan\" tool is a very compact FN P90, nice for tight spots. In case you need it, we have also included a Longslide 1911 with pistol scope and targeting laser, modified for lower-velocity ammo for accuracy on sustained fire. You should appreciate all the crap he is giving you guys, this is better than most CTU's.\"\n\nFinally, he get to Kofi. He scrutinizes this man carefully, taking in his silence for a full minute.\n\n\"Mr. Kogoski. Pleasure to have you here. Let us get onto your arsenal. You have a very odd selection, Dual suppressed Steyr TMPs. Interesting... Very, very, interesting. You might ask Dirk why he gave you those. Anyway, your sidearm is a manly .357 magnum revolver. Also, very interesting. Your equipment will also be given, of course. You need just name the parts and tools and we will ship them to you. At the bunker you will be supplied with a basic toolbox and some welding equipment. Good luck...\"\n\nRandall reclines back in his chair, taps a few keys, and throws his hands in the air.\n\n\"Well, wasn't that fun! If you have any questions, just ask.\"\n\nHis hands settle behind his head as he gazes at you all."
},
{
"author": "Necromimesis",
"message": " Eva picks up the machine gun apprehensively, testing the weight. \n \"Seems a bit small...you sure you don't have anything bigger?\" \n Randall glares at her, and Eva holds up her hands in mock submission. \n \"Just a harmless question. Can't blame a girl for trying.\" \n Huh...broke the back of a female officer? Interesting. So he's either unhinged, a chauvinist, or has something against officers. Gives me a one in three chance to be perfectly at ease, and a two in three chance to teach him a lesson. Sounds like a fun time. "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Michael takes his med. kit and weapons. SMG on request hm? well, i think i'll go ahead and request it, so it doesn't fall outta my brain later when i need it. "
},
{
"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": " A turret shouldn'ts be too hards to rips out of a jeep. Frost muttered while packing det cord and C4 into a few crossbow bolts Hmm...what kind of toxins is this? Its much different than my normals blend. "
},
{
"author": "Townopolis",
"message": "Viks just grunted at Randall, took his gear, and sat down. Once he was seated, the pistol and SMG were tucked away and he began to poke around the XM8, disassembling it and going over the gun piece by piece. Once done with that, he began assembling the various configurations, starting with the sharpshooter.\n\nWith the XM8 in sharpshooter, Viks made sure there was no clip and emptied the chamber, then began to test the gun's weight, scope, and other properties. The other guns lay all but forgotten while Viks investigated his new toy.\n\n\" Sorry, but I gotta make sure, our base has a range, right? \""
},
{
"author": "deepsear",
"message": "Randall smiles at the words from Viks.\n\n\"Of course. Alright guys, you can pack up your stuff and come with me. I'll be your driver and techie. In case you can't read my tag, I'm Ean Randall. And Eva, that thing is longer than my leg, I don't think I could manage to sustain fire on it.\"\n\n He then types some stuff into the computer for Jameson, and turns to monitor towards him to show a picture of a Skorpion.\n\n\"This good? I personally like the things. Very fast, good stopping power. It'll be at the bunker.\"\n\nRandall brings out several black cases with handles, almost inconspicuous. Almost.\n\n\"Let's get going.\" He smiles a devilish smile.\n\nRandall then reaches behind him and pulls out a crutch, hoists himself to his feet, and heads behind the judge's stand.\n\n\"Back here!\"\n\nHe waves emphatically towards the group, opens the door, and walks through."
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": "Michael looks at the gun on the screen. Works for me. I'll try it out on the range when we get there. Seeing Ean start to wonder off, he gathers his new stuff and follows"
},
{
"author": "Necromimesis",
"message": " Eva glances sideways at Ean, then quietly questions him. \n \"You're with us? That makes me wonder...you in for something as well?\" "
},
{
"author": "ImpFireball",
"message": " So, we aren't gonna barge on into no man's land right away? From what the juggy said, it sure as hell sounded like it. But hey, maybe it'll turn out to be another ordinary frontline operation. And maybe I'll get to do some jungle cruising. Too bad that crutches diggo didn't gimme a knife. And the suppressor **** sounds weak. Almost forgot this was 'stealth' operation. \n No front line infantry fun? No knife fights? No rounds with the sarge? No snake pits, lions or tigers? Looks like this is starting to suck deep. Taking a dagger from some rebel's wrist is a pain too. No grenades or camo cover either, eh? \n \nAnd yah, blasting away with a heavy machine gun's brain dead approved work, if you don't take offense. Would love to see how lightly that's taken up in a knife fight. \n\nKenny eyes Randall.\n \nAnd it aint likely crutches diggo would last two pigeon **** durations in the field either. But I can't really debate on his previous condition. \n\nHe eyes Eva again.\n\n So hey, you got at least one friend to relate to, girl. \n\nHe jerks his 550, slams it across his chest once, and then levels it at a target. Ready to shoot when others are least expecting most likely.\n\nOOC: Kenny's challenging Eva to a target competition. Whoever can decimate a target the quickest (assuming targets only dent or hole upon bullet impact), wins. He'd also take Randall in a fist fight too, but that might not be as likely to happen."
},
{
"author": "Necromimesis",
"message": " Eva looks sideways at Kenny. \n \"If you say so, man. I'm warning you though...this was my specialty for a reason. You may be an assault trooper, but when stuff like this pops up, I'm out of your league.\" \n She stands at Kenny's side, the HK21 held nonchalantly at her side. \n \"Go on...I want to see this.\" "
},
{
"author": "deepsear",
"message": "Randall Narrows his eyes as he leads you all into a long, iron-blue metal corridor. He stops and eyes Eva and Kenny.\n\n\"Do we really have to have some damn competition between you guys? Jesus Christ, this is a Counter-Terrorist team not a friggin' Rambo movie. Pull yourselves together and get focused. If you really feel like wasting that much ammunition, there's a target range at the base. But I'm warning you, try any of this crap in the field and you'll get your effing head blown off! My job, the one I get PAID for, is to make sure you numbskulls don't shoot yourselves in the ass, and I'm gonna do my job. Am I clear here. Good.\"\n\nThis next part is muttered, his eyes narrowed.\n\n\"I'll order some concrete blocks for you little 'party' if that's what you really want.\"\n\n\"And to answer your question Eva, no, the most I have done is shoplift when I was a teen. Didn't get caught.\"\n\nHe grins, even after his tirade, and deftly spins the pen between his fingers.\n\n\"Crazy crap we do when we're kids eh?\"\n\nRandall moves down the hall, taking long half-strides. Opening the door at the other end, he eyes you all and gestures through the door. Light pours through the door, making eyes water for its brightness. You forgot how dark it was in here."
},
{
"author": "ImpFireball",
"message": " Good on you for staying with the law. Must take a fair bit of willpower to have your attitude and not get involved. But either way, crutch dig, I assure you, I won't shoot my own ass. That's overused hyperbole anyhow. \n\nHe eyes Eva.\n And who said we weren't put here to die? \n Wonder how he got the crutches then? For being a *****? \n Go ahead and order the blocks but if it's ammunition that was originally intended for the battlefield, then I guess we can screw that idea. And how'd you get the crutches anyway, dig? \n Blowing apart that wall shouldn't get us in too much more trouble; of course that's taking in the current situation. \n\nHis middle finger twitches, maybe a milimeter on the trigger.\n\n Woah, easy little fella. In time. \n\nOOC: Questions, questions... sorry guys, Kenny will stop after this, and then we can move on. 😁"
},
{
"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": " Or we could just hurry up and get some ******* work done. I don't know about you, but having a explosive in my head with a trigger held by some needle-dicked prick in a cheap suit isnt exactly the best ****ing thing for my health. "
},
{
"author": "Townopolis",
"message": "Once again, Viks lapsed into silence, carrying his XM8 gently, with his other gear stowed away on his person, he followed Randall's lead and did his best to keep tabs on what was going on around him without getting involved. he listened intently, but kept his eyes fixed somewhere around Randall's knees."
},
{
"author": "deepsear",
"message": "(OOC: I was trying to stall for Bingo_Bob, but oh well... hope nobody's gun breaks in the middle of combat ;) )\n\nYou emerge from the door into a claustrophobic, high-walled courtyard. An APC sits nearby, engines idling. As the last of you enter the outside, Randall moves towards the back, opens the door, and ushers you all inside. There is a minimalist, transport-only feel of this APC, with benches attached to the walls. Roomy overhead looks as if it could store lots of gear...\n\n\"Get comfortable gents, and familiarize yourself with where you are gonna stow your gear. This will be your second home, after your base.\"\n\nHe raps twice on the front bulkhead, and you feel the APC lurch forwards, pick up speed, and rumble out into the street. A long ride and a little chattiness ensues, when finally the carrier comes to a stop after a sharp right turn.\n\nEan smiles.\n\n\"Welcome home! I hope you like the style, it's a little urban.\n\nHe moves to the back, flings open the doors, and points outside.\n\n\"There!\"\n\nYou see... a Starbuck's coffee shop.\n\nHe grins at the lot of you and banters,\n\n\"Not quite what you were expecting, eh? Don't worry, your bunk isn't inside there, it's underneath it. Come around back. D.C. has wonderful housing, wouldn't you say?\"\n\nHe chuckles as he limps his way out of the alley, across the street, and into Starbuck's left-hand alley. He stops before a door on that side, pulls out a key, unlocks the door, and walks inside."
},
{
"author": "Necromimesis",
"message": " Eva grins at the facade of the building. \n \"Heh. Incognito and all that. Nice one.\"\n\n\"Wonder if it actually has coffee...\" "
},
{
"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": " red tape, dip****s in suits, and government coffee... does this bull**** ever end? Even if they did I wouldn't reccoment it. Its likely that they would pull the same bull**** they did with these chips. "
},
{
"author": "Necromimesis",
"message": " Eva snorts. \n \"Eh, quit your whining. You're alive. Ain't that good enough for you? 'Cause if you're going to be complaining this whole time, I'd just as soon put a bullet to your head and get it over with. No hard feelings...just my opinion.\" "
},
{
"author": "ForzaFiori",
"message": " Hm...coffee. I haven't had that for...too long. I may have to make a stop upstairs once we get all our stuff inside. "
},
{
"author": "deepsear",
"message": "(OOC: Sorry I haven't kept up... My computer broke AGAIN and I am going to have a hard time creating the Tac-maps because I'm going to use Evil Genius. Smart eh? I'll begin again tomorrrow, I'll have time then, and I'll just draw the maps out.)"
},
{
"author": "deepsear",
"message": "The trek downstairs isn't long, and you find yourselves looking at a large, partitioned warehouse-style area. The section you are standing in is a long, thin hall with three doors in the middle. Two doors to the left, one to the right. Randall moves to the middle, faces all of you, and speaks.\n\n\"Here is your home. Get used to it, you are going to be here for a few years. Or months, depending on how well you do. Maybe even days. Anyway, there is a map right here on the wall. Oh and the coffee shop up stairs is genuine! You are permitted to walk up there, just don't do try anything or go anywhere stupid.\"\n\nHe points to his right.\n\n\"If you'll kindly come over here, I'll point out each room, it's layout, and purpose.\"\n\nEdging closer to see the map, you move to the center of the hall and examine the map.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n\nRandall points to the blue area.\n\n\"This is the sleeping quarters. This is, of course, where you will sleep and bathe.\"\n\nHe walks to the door on the left and opes it.\n\n\"Here you are. Go ahead and explore.\"\n\nInside, the drab tan-painted concrete walls make this look like a very sparse, wide room. Up against the right wall is a row of 6 beds. Each has a metal dresser at the end, with a metal trunk tucked underneath them. Next to the beds stands a metal end table with a shelf and a lamp. At the right wall is open doors, which open into bathrooms. From what you can see, it has pretty much everything, including shower, toilet, and medicine cabinet/mirror. Some washing and drying machines are in the corner.\n\n\"Alright gang, lets move on to the mess hall. Follow me out here, and take a look at the map again. I know it's easy to get lost in all of four rooms. The green area is the mess hall, pretty much nondescript, just has a long metal bench table and a basic kitchen with utensils and fridge. I hope one of you knows how to cook, or you all will be living on canned ravioli. Hell, you might anyway. What do I care? Go ahead and look around it too.\"\n\nHe opens the door and walks in. There isn't much more to it that his description, other than the walls being tiled, and the floor being black and white vinyl squares.\n\n\"And now, you can follow me to the General Purpose Area! To the map!\"\n\nHe walks out and points to the red area this time.\n\n\"This place is where the magic happens. The other half of this installation is dedicated to making sure you are not bored, unlearned, out of shape, or lazy. Go on in, I'm too tired to explain it all from here.\"\n\nInside of this room, you feel slightly claustrophobic. It is jammed packed with items such as ammo crates lined up to your immediate right, the workbenches to the left, and the total gym in the center. In the back left corner you see a decent T.V. and a couch, along with 2 computer terminals along the back wall, and a library along the whole south wall.\n\n\"Okay, so here is what you need to know. The ammo crates will be filled with whatever your guns need, and even the grenades you might want. That includes smokes and flashbangs. Over the crates, there are some cupboards in the walls that have several metal ammo boxes in them, which can be used for general purpose. Or we may use them to store special items you request, which will be left on top of the ammo crates in the morning. Anyway, have fun. Any questions? Any at all, I'll answer to the best of my ability.\"\n\nHe shifts his eyed from one person to another with a perfectly profound look of honesty on his face."
},
{
"author": "Townopolis",
"message": "Viks frowns as he surveys the general purpose room.\n\n\" Someone told me we had a range here. I don't know about whoever used this space last, but I personally would like to give my guns and my aim a little workout before I try using them again. I need to make sure they're both ready for action. So... where's the range? \""
},
{
"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": " Finally, a damn shower. Maybe now I'll have the chance to wash off that monkey-suited-******* smell. "
},
{
"author": "deepsear",
"message": "Randall shifts uneasily, looks at the ceiling for a moment, then snaps his fingers.\n\n\"Of course! I forgot about that. Don't see how I did...\"\n\nHe walks over to the bookcase on the wall, reaches into an empty spot, pulls a lever out of the back, and stands back. He rubs his palms together in preparation, and grabs hold of the sides. He slides it back with minimal effort, but you can see he has had a tough time with the footing.\n\nRandall turns to you all and rolls his eyes.\n\n\"Here's the damn shooting range. Didn't want to disturb anyone recreating in here, so they had a friggin' passage made to the other room. Hey, if anyone invades, you have a place to hide. Inside there's 4 stalls, all about 30 yards away from a target. Plenty of room to make modifications, too. And we have a stack of targets in the corner, just take one. Some tape in the drawers under the stalls. Anything else?\""
},
{
"author": "deepsear",
"message": "Randall grins, and shrugs nonchalantly.\n\n\"I'll take it by your very pregnant silence that there is nothing else to be asked. Fine, get acquainted with the place because we leave here in about 4 hours. As for me, I'm going to go hit on chicks at the bar a few blocks down. Or go do paperwork, whatever you want to think.\"\n\n\"Ta Ta!\"\n\nWith those final words of wisdom, he glides (if that is applicable in crutches) up the staircase, whistling \"tiptoe through the tulips.\""
},
{
"author": "Townopolis",
"message": "\" Well, they certainly don't hide how much they value our lives. 4 hours to get ready before God knows what? \" Viks shrugs, then turns and quickly moves to the ammunition stacks, searching until he finds what he is looking for. A short while later, he has himself kitted with webbing and ammunition, then heads for the range. \" Well, I'm going to go get greased up for this shindig. \"\n\nOnce in the range, Viks sets one of the targets at the very back, and begins putting the XM8 through all the motions, then moving on to his other weapons. He takes much longer with the rifle in a sharpshooter setup, actually taking time to aim and create a quarter sized hole in the middle of the printed head with a few clips. When he switches configurations, it is simply to make sure all the parts fit together, and when he fires his other guns, he barely adopts a proper firing pose, and leaves a spread like a dinner plate all over the chest region of his target."
},
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"author": "ImpFireball",
"message": " Woo, steroids! Kenny suddenly exclaims. You have no idea where the hell he managed to find those and apparently now he has the look of one of those wallpaper dudes with the crazy eyes.\n\nBefore you can stop him, Kenny returns with a dozen needles sticking out every arm in his body. He grabs Frost by the head and throws him against the wall.\n Yah I been waiting to dwarf toss for awhile now. You know, I used to do it back in the alps, you know?!?!?! \nHe practically screams these last few words as he promptly tackles viks, stomping on his head shouting,\n Why haven't you said anything until only just now you aaaaaaasssss?!? \n\nHe then saunters over to Eva oh-so-stealthily with assaultly skill (somehow without you noticing, despite the other crap he'se already pulled), and grabs her by the wrists.\n\n Yo, lady, y'know, yo, let's dance, yo y'know?! \n\nHe promptly uses Eva as a club to utterly pwn Mr. Anonymous Russian Engineer, and then kicks Medic Man Mike in the balls. He then throws Eva on top of Mikey, gesturing to Frost,\n\n Go find the APC driver dude and fight to the death; yo... \n\npointing a rigid finger at Mike and Eva,\n you two, make love! \n\nHe then rushes out at inhuman steroid-powered speeds to go find Randall and kick his ass for being a 'tard.\n\nYou hear Randall in the background shout two seconds later,\n\n\"Oh god, not in front of the chicks! No, don't hit on the chicks and ultimately create a humiliatingly awkward situation for me! No, don't date rape the bouncer's girlfriend! No, no... ok, I admit I came here to do paperwork... I... I like the atmosphere, man! Despite my lack of skill at hitting it with the ladies. Aww, dammit man, now you made me admit it, you ass! Ok, ok, uncle! UNCLE! I said uncle! Aw, jeeze, and now look what you did, you made me break my crutch, haha! Aww, no hard feelings, right? Wait, wait... oh god, please no don't reach there... No, you, you... oh hey, that's not so bad.\"\n\n No?! How about this?!? \n\n\"Eeeeee... Neptune's bearded orphans' oreos!!!\"\n\nKenny returns soon, right before you've managed to conspire anything against him,\n Criminy, either you two aren't making love right or none of you have listened to my instructions! \n\nHe rips off his t-shirt to reveal many layers of nitro-glycerine packages.\n\n And when you don't follow a TERRORIST'S instructions, you get suicide bombzoredz!!!!111oneleven1!1!!! \n\nAfter he finishes shouting multiple elevens and ones for some reason or other he thumbs the detonator.\n\n Noes, my c-4! \n What kinda name's pirate jesus anyway? \n Why do you close your eyes when you make love to me-e-e-e-e?!!?! *SOB* \n\nBoom."
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"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": "Getting up from the ground rubbing his head Frost glares at Kenny. THATS IT! THIS SUM'BITCH IS GOING DOWN!!! Frost fires one of the C4 loaded crossbow bolts at the hopped up jackass."
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"author": "ImpFireball",
"message": "Kenny nimbly dodges the c-4 loaded bolt with the nimbliness of a ballet performer, once again seizing Frost by the cranium and hurling him into another wall.\n \n Dwarf 'toss ahoy! Never gets old, ololol. \n Anger and steroids are a perfectly healthy combination, folks! you hear an infomercial buzz on the flatscreen TV in the background.\n\nHe then continues with the other actions listed previously.\n\nNow what'll Randall do?! \n\nAfter getting noogied and full-nelsoned (and after the subsequent suicide-bomber explosion) that is."
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"author": "ImpFireball",
"message": "BTW, maybe I should've added a little more enunciation to that explosion.\n\nOk so,\n\n BOMBASTIC EXPLOSION OF KRACKA-THOOM-BOOM (caused by bombs) "
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"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "Sasserine is a city not without it's upsides and downsides for those living in it but it looks as if life is looking up for you when a withered old halfling woman delivers a finely written note from one of the noble families in the city...\n\n Greetings, and I trust this missive finds you in good health!\nMy name is Lavinia Vanderboren, and I humbly request your attendance at dinner at my estate on festival street and Blue Skink Lane tomorrow evening. I think that I can present you with an opportunity uniquely suited to your skills. Please inform the carrier of this letter of your response to this invitation and I hope to be speaking to you soon!\n\n-Lavinia Vanderboren \n\nThough each of you come for different reasons, the four of you assemble at the corner of Festival Street and Blue Skink Lane in response to the dinner invitation offered by Lavinia. Vanderboren Manor is located in the eastern section of the Merchant District; the seven-foot-hall stone wall that surronds the estate is impossible to miss, as is the towering, gothic, three-story house that dominates the grounds within. Leering gargoyles and capering nymphs festoon the eaves of the manor's roof, and several trees give the manor grounds a nice buffer from the bustle of the city.\n\nThe front gates have been left open for you, but the front doors remain shut until you reach them. After but a few moments, the same wizened halfling woman answers the door. With a solemn silence that denotes a professional house servant, she leads each of you to a quaint atrium..\n\n\"Thank you for arriving on time, sir. Please wait here. Lady Vanderboren shall be with you shortly.\"\n\n \n Spoiler \n OOC: Enjoy some time to talk and introduce yourselves.\n "
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"author": "Kaolins",
"message": " Evan Rahllentide \n\nEvan walks up through the front gates with the others, curious as to who they are, and if they got the same note he had earlier. Suddenly very self-conscious, Evan starts to pat down his blue Scholar's outfit and run his fingers through his hair, which only leads to messing up the long blond hair that he'd earlier spent a fair deal of time fixing up.\n\nBeing a rather short man, at 5'8\", Evan starts to feel rather intimidated by the other people around him... While waiting for the Lady Vanderboren to arrive, he looks around and finally breaks the silence.\n\n \"Uhhh... So I'm guessing you're all here for dinner? Name's Evan.\" Evan extends his hand as he says this, with a nervous smile."
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"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan Wolfe \n\nStanding in the hall awaiting the host, Tristan does his best not to display his nervousness. Certainly it was a good opportunity; Lady Vanderboren was, of course, a Lady. She was reportedly rich, assuredly influential, and most probably single. Beggars are not choosers, but he'd be a fool not to take the opportunity.\n\nTristan gave an inward sigh, as that was definitely not the reason he had been invited to dinner. The most likely case would be that he, and clearly the others standing among him, were going to be offered positions at her recently acquired estate. Perhaps it wasn't quite the opportunity he was looking for, but it was again one that would be foolish to pass up. It would take a good deal of his inner strength to remain professional through-out the meeting.\n\nStraitening his formal attire, he reaches his hand out and shakes the Sage's. \"Tristan Wolfe, Private Investigator, and yes, I've been invited to dinner as well.\" \n\nWith the proximity of the handshake, it becomes clear that he is wearing some perfume or cologne, causing him to smell lightly of roses. The dim light reflects off of his hairless head."
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"author": "Saterus",
"message": " Lakaran Tolivar \n\nLakaran joined in the round of handshaking going on. \"Lakaran Tolivar, pleased to meet you,\" said Lakaran politely to each guest. Every piece of clothing he wore was purchased only hours ago. The finely woven blue shirt fit his lanky frame better than any other shirt he currently owned, though after what he had paid the tailor, that seemed a given.\n\nA small white rat poked its head out of his front shirt pocket, squeaked quietly at Lakaran, and ducked back into the deep pocket. Lakaran patted the pocket comfortingly and rubbed his neatly trimmed, dark red beard. This was an opportunity not to be spent frivolously. He had invested a good deal of his savings buying new clothes and a well needed haircut. He was ready.\n\nAfter handshakes were exchanged with everyone he tucked his thumbs behind the broad, black belt he wore, affixed a slight smile on his face, and waited."
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"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "A tall and dark-skinned, human with golden eyes and a bald head enters, with a wide-brimmed leather hat hangs from his neck on his back. A woolen poncho covers studded leather armor. His equipment seems to be in immaculate condition; some might think it was newly purchased or just kept well.\n\nHe looks at those assembled and bows with courtly grace. \"Erech Agius at your service, gents. G'day!\" "
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"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "An almost uncomfortable silence descends over the small gathering as they wait for some sort of sign that their patron was getting ready to meet them. Before you could be invited in four figures emerge from the doorway and head towards your small group, with the elderly halfling racing behind them, which include a jaunty male half-elf dressed in leather armor and armed with a half dozen daggers of different shapes, a dark-skinned dwarf with a sour expression dressed in green and brown robes and clutching a large curved spear, an attractive but haughty-looking woman dressed in dark purple robes and with a tattoo of a crescent moon on one cheek, and lastly, a tall and handsome man dressed in a polished breastplate and carrying a bastard sword.\n\nThe group looks like they have little time or interest in your own, but the man in the breastplate does pause for a moment to size each of you up for a moment before announcing, \"Hmm. You must be the help Lavinia's bringing in to do the chores. Best of luck to ya!\" with a grin and shake of his head. He hardly sticks around for you to question his statement before turning on his heels to follow his own group which was waiting impatiently for him to catch up.\n\nAfter the four leave the atrium, the elderly halfling returns with an irate look in her eyes and slightly out of breath.\n\n\"Lady Vanderboren will see you now. Please follow me.\"\n\n=============================================\n\nThe private dining hall is comfortable and cozy, softly lite by wall mounted lanterns (That do nothing to relieve the humidity). A window overlooks the manor's central courtyard and the carpet is thick and soft. A large portrait hangs on the wall, a fine work depicting a handsome young man with a short beard. Standing before the portrait is an attractive human woman wearing a long flowing blue dress. She smiles as you enter and gestures for you all to sit.\n\n\" Thank you Kora, I can take it from here. Greetings friends, as you can probably guess, I am Lavinia Vanderboren. As you may have heard, I recently inherited my parents' estate. Along with this fine house, unfortunately, came a fine amount of debt owed the Dawn Council, the harbormaster, and quite a few guildhalls. It seems my parents, for all their skill as adventurers, were not as skilled at finances as one might expect. If I am to get these taxes paid, I'll need access to my family's vault under Castle Teraknian. \" She paused then and took a seat at the very head of the table with a serious and upset expression crossing her face. \" And that's the problem, you see. The vaults are magically locked-keyed to special signet rings. Both of my parents had these rings, at least, until recently. My mother lost hers a few months ago. She arranged for a replacement, but it won't be done for another month or so, too late for me. Which leaves my father's ring. He never wore it-he had a thing about men wearing jewelry. He kept it hidden somewhere on his ship, the Blue Nixie . The problem there is that the harbormaster's seized the ship until someone pays for the last four months of mooring. I've pair the fines to the man the harbormaster's put in charge of my ship, a brute named Soller Vark. Yet when I went to claim my ship, Vark's men wouldn't let me board, claiming that I hadn't paid the fines. I spoke to Vark again and he denied ever receiving my payment. My complaints to the harbormaster have fallen on deaf ears-he's a doddering old fool who trusts his man and won't relent. \"\n\nLavinia paused once more to sigh remorsefully but when she spoke next a hidden steel had come into her eyes and voice. Seriousness dripped from her tone right along with suspicion. \" Vark and his men are up to something on my ship, I know it. What I need is to find out exactly what they're up to. Unfortunately, Vark's not the type to react well to diplomacy or logic. I need someone who speaks his language...which is where you come in. If you can find out what he's using my ship for, or even better, recover the money I paid him, I'll pay each of you two hundred gold pieces in return once I've access to my vault. \" The way she ends her monologue hints that she'd be open to receiving any questions from you even as one index finger taps out a sharp stattaco on the table top.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC: You can make a Knowledge: Local check to identify the four people. A picture of Lavinia and the portrait are below. The picture! \n "
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"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "Erech looks at the others seated around him. \"Basically, you need some agressive negtiotiaters? What does Vark look like? How many men does he have? Are these basic thugs or a more organized force? Oh, and what does the ring look like?\" \n\nHe removes his hat from around his neck and leans it against the back of his seat. \"Sorry for the inundation of questions. Just helps to have as much information as possible. What about you gents?\" he asks as he looks at each of the others around the room."
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"author": "Saterus",
"message": "Lakaran waits until Lady Vanderboren answers Erech's question to speak.\n\nLakaran looks everyone in the room up and down. \"Aggressive negotiations? Us? Are we supposed to be the brains and the thugs we passed when we came in supposed to act as the muscle? I hate to say it, but I'm not sure we could intimidate this Soller Vark if he is as rough a man as you make him sound,\" says Lakaran. This was not the opportunity from Lady Vanderboren he had expected. However, finding more information about this job might prove worthwhile.\n\nLakaran waits until that issue is dealt with before asking his next series of questions. \"Also, could you enlighten us on your parent's untimely demise? I don't want to rely on gossip and the details seem like they may be important for something like this,\" says Lakaran delicately. The wound of her parent's death would still be fresh in her mind, but he had to have more reliable information. \"It seems too convenient that your mother would lose her ring only to have your father have his impounded by the harbormaster. It sounds like you already suspect foul play. Being straight with us would help everyone involved. Lakaran keeps his eyes leveled at Lady Vanderboren, not wanting to have this issue blown off as unimportant.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFrom what I have been told so far, I have no descriptions of any of the other dinner guests saying anyone is particularly burly or intimidating. If people are in fact pretty large/scary, Lakaran will think twice about asking the first questions.\n\nKnowledge (Local) Check to identify 4 thugs walking out: (1d20+5)[ 15 ](20) \nKnowledge (Local) Check to identify the 3 other dinner guests: (1d20+5)[ 3 ](8) \n "
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"author": "Kaolins",
"message": " Evan \n\nEvan stays seated for the entirety of the conversation, simplemindedly playing with his clothes under the table, that no one can see.\n\nAfter the Lady finishes explaining the situation, Evan looks to each of the seated men to see if they plan to respond. It takes a moment, so Evan almost starts to speak when Erech asks his questions. Again, Evan remains quiet, and takes particular interest in the number of men Vark has.\n\nAfter all questions are finished and answered, Evan will quietly say. \"Directions to where your ship is harbored would be fantastic.\" Not letting his obvious nervousness of the situation escape in his voice."
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"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "Lavinia waits silently through Erech's questions, waiting for him to finish before she spoke again and when she did, her jaw was set. \" All I ask is that you don't throw the first punch if it comes to it, but in the end, why would Vark's men put up a fight unless their up to no goo? Its my ship, after all! As for the number, I only saw three on deck when I went to try and reason with him, and they appeared to be no more then hired thugs and cowards at that. The ring itself is as other signet rings though my father most likely hid it away from plain sight so no one could easily find it. \"\n\nBut when Lakaran asked her about her parents' deaths she looked taken back and took a moment to collect her thoughts before answering the blunt inquiry in a quiet voice, \" They burned to death in a ship fire about a month ago-they were taking a recently purchased ship for a cruise when something cause the ship to catch fire and it burned to the waterline. No one survived the blaze. \" Taking a deep breath, the young woman sat up a bit straighter before speaking again. \" I appreciate your concern Master Lakaran but I think it is merely a coincidence. Theres simply no way that the harbormaster or Vark could know about the ring's existence, let alone its hiding place, I'm afraid this is but an unfortunate event. Keltar (the harbormaster) has been short staffed recently and has been forced to hire out for certain tasks. The Blue Nixie's docked at pier five in this district. It's the long pier between the Merchant's Guildhall and the Smith's Guildhall. \"\n\nLakaran's Knowledge Check Result:\n \n Spoiler \nThe 'thugs' were the Jade Ravens, a mercenary company thats been in the Vanderboren's employ for several years. The leader of the group is a man named Tolin Kientai (Most likely the one in the breastplate, while the others include Zan Oldavin, Kaskus Kiel, and Liamae Teslikaria (Presumably the female with the tattoo form the sound of the name. Word on the street is that the new heiress is relying more and more on this group since her parents' death.\n "
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"author": "Saterus",
"message": " \"I'm sorry to bring up your parents, I really am, but I'm not convinced that all of this is mere happenstance,\" says Lakaran apologetically. \"If you are so quick to discount them, you might truly be surprised what people can find out if they start snooping where you don't expect them to look.\" The truth of that stung. He paused before saying more.\n\n \"I wouldn't put trust in what they can't know. I would start worrying about why some thug employed by the harbor master got it in his head to try and extort a noble. The man either knows more than he should or has something that gives him more confidence than he deserves. So if he doesn't know about the ring, start worrying about what other leverage he could have on you.\" Lakaran stopped, a little surprised by himself. Impressed. He was indent on not waste this chance, and at least in his mind, he was doing accomplishing that goal."
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"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "Erech looks at Lakaran with a bit of a glint in his eye and a slight upward twist at the edges of his mouth. \"Well, said, Lakaran. You've a shrewd mind, I think, to pick up so much so quickly.\" \n\nTurning back to Lady Lavinia, Erech nods slightly. \"My lady. I am saddened for your loss. We shall endeavor to our utmost to avoid any sort of unprovoked incident, though from what I've heard, that will be a very unlikely outcome. However, since we can't have ruffians holding good folks' personal property hostage,\" Erech trailed off with a grin as he adjusted the dark blue poncho he wore over his armor, revealing a glint of weaponry underneath. \"We shall be prepared for contingencies nonetheless,\" he finished as he gazed around the table at the others gathered."
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"author": "Kaolins",
"message": " Evan \n \"At least three men? Well. Considering we'll be coordinated, we should be able to either persuade them into honesty, or get your money back easily.\" Evan says when all the chatter about parents has died, trying to keep the subject light hearted, and keep the potential employer happy.\n\n \"I do have two quick questions before I leave...\" Evan adds quickly. \"First, when this is all over... Will there be further employment opportunity offered? I could use a change of pace. And secondly, if for some reason we come into possession of your ring while on the Blue Nixie , should we leave it aboard or bring it to you?\" Evan asks these questions quietly, knowing the likely answer for both, but being sure.\n\n\nWhen he has his answers, Evan will quietly sit through dinner, give his regards and wait for the other three guests.\n\n \"Well.. Shall we go tonight? No time like the present.\" "
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"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan Wolfe \n\nTristan had been quite at the table up until a few moments ago. It was often best to let someone else tire themselves out before making any statement. Not to mention, it was darned fun to watch these three make fools of themselves.\n\n \"Come now, we just sat down to dinner and you want to leave?\" he says smartly, chiding their eagerness. To be honest with himself, he was barely constraining his own sense of impetuousness. \"From what I am gathering from all this, this can be a relatively simple affair. I often am required to find lost or stolen objects, and as a result may occasionally require a warrant from the city to search a premises for the item. I have dealt with the guard a number of times in this area, and they know I am no thief to use such a warrant to my advantage. If I were to explain how retrieving this item from your ship would allow you to pay your dues, I am certain they would grant the warrant as well as a small party of guards to muscle any unruly harbor men out of the way.\" \n\nTristan looks around the table momentarily at the other three, adding, \"Of course, if that is too simple, I'll be the first to document your assault on the harbor.\" "
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"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "\" If you find the ring, then please, do bring it back to me as swiftly as you can. The sooner the better in fact. And depending on how this entire mess turns out, I'd be happy to call on you in case some other problems might come my way. I am always on the look out for promising talent to help me out. \" Lavinia replied with a hint of startlement on her face. Apparently she had expected a question like that so soon she had given them their first job.\n\nMention of the guard though had it quickly fade to a more serious one. \" I do not believe that the guard will be a great deal of aid in your efforts. I wouldn't involve them in any of your plans too greatly.. \""
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"author": "Kaolins",
"message": " Evan \n\nEvan smiles when Lavinia mentions the guards, and their potential waste.\n \"Well, since the guard isn't desired, nor potentially helpful in this case. I'm entirely up for plan 'a'. Which in my eyes, consists of walking to where the ship resides, making at least some effort at conversation, and then... Proceeding to get the Lady Lavinia's money back.\" Evan smiles at the three people who will potentially have a part in him ending up a bloody mess tonight.\n\n \"Tristan, if you really want, I have no objections to contacting the guard first. But on that same point, I've been around long enough to know that if something like what's happening with the Ladies ship is going on... Usually there's at least some involvement with the guard. If it could just make things worse, I'd like to avoid it.\" Evan pauses, and adds thoughtfully...\n\n \"You said you were a private investigator when we met at the doorstop... You know that the Lady is entitled to everything aboard that ship, having already paid her fee's. I would appreciate it, tremendously, if you would accompany me, and these other two fine gentlemen if they plan on accepting the ladies offer.\" With this, Evan stands up and nods to the Lady Lavina, showing that he intends to take her up on this offer, and makes for the door, to wait outside for the other three.\n\n\n\n(OOC: About the sitting down and leaving, comment... I had ended my post with a comment about waiting for dinner to finish before making my statement... No chance in heck I'd pass up rich-people food. ;))"
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"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "Once dinner is completed and the others are preparing to leave, Erech picks up his hat and clears his throat. \"My Lady. Before we depart, is there somewhere I can meditate for a few minutes? I only need a little time to prepare properly for this situation.\" Erech keeps his eyes focused on Lady Lavinia.\n\n \"I hope this is acceptable to you gents, as well?\" He asks with no inflection whatsoever, though he still keeps his eyes on Lady Lavinia. His hands are continuously turning the hat 'round and 'round as he awaits an answer from the lady or the others in the room."
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"author": "Saterus",
"message": " \"I think it might be useful to go and speak with Harbormaster Keltar before we confront Vark. He might be able to clear up the whole issue before it gets started. At very least, we could find out more about Vark and his men,\" suggests Lakaran. He did not like being ignored, even if it was a noblewoman doing it. \"If we can show up at the ship with knowledge we can use against Vark, we may prevent the situation from escalating before it begins.\" The whole story sounded hollow. A hired thug doesn't grow the courage to extort a noble without having something to keep him safe. Lakaran does not rise, he waits for some sort of confirmation from Lady Vanderboren or the other guests before readying himself to leave."
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"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan \n\nTristan took a deep breath. He knew that neither plan was particularly good or wise, but employment was at stake, and he did want move out of the scavengers guild at some point. Having to take a bath every evening because one smelled like the shadowshore was not an appealing job consequence.\n\n \"I would suppose if we wished to follow your plan, we might as well. It's too late in the evening for me to think of much else,\" he concedes, agreeing to go along. \"But if at first our attempt fails, it might be better to retreat than head into confrontation, and for all of this hurrying to solve the problem I say it would be better to wait. The later in the night we go out, the less resistance we might meet if we wish to board the Lady's ship.\" "
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"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech \n\nErech tilts his head toward Lakaran. \"Nice thought, but will the harbormaster be there himself this late? Or some lesser adjunct. However, maybe we could do a little digging on Vark on our way over there?\" \n\nHe shrugs as he turns to Tristan. \"Should be right up your alley, eh? A couple hours of trying to get some dirt on him should work nicely with arriving at a later time as well.\" He adds with a grin. \"If you'll excuse me for a few minutes, I'll rejoin you shortly,\" Erech adds as he excuses himself to an antechamber."
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"author": "Kaolins",
"message": " Evan \n\nAssuming Erech gets back... And the others are ready to head out than... Evan politely thanks the Lady for dinner again, and will head out onto the streets.\n\nAgain assuming, it seemed like the plan was to go talk to the harbor master before going to the ship.. So if he hears no objections, Evan will make his way there."
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"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "Lavinia sits quietly as the four of you discuss different courses of action and plans, but otherwise remains silent. When Erech asks if he could be shown a place to meditate for a couple of minutes, she nods and calls for Kora.\n\n\" Please show him back to the atrium Kora, and please have no one disturb him. I believe that his meditation requires peace and quiet, correct? \" She asks curiously before redirecting her attention to the conversation. With a plan seemingly decided on, Lavinia rises up from her seat and walks with you towards the private dining hall door. \" I can't claim to know how long it will take you to do this for me, so I'd like to extend my hospitality to you. If you need a place to stay, there are a couple of extra rooms for you to use... \"\n\n================================================== ======\nWith a plan in mind the three of you wait for Erech to return before deciding to seek out the harbormaster to try and get an audience with him. The travel to the Azure district takes longer then you had originally planned for it too since many of the people were returning home from their own jobs to get in a good nights sleep before the next gruelingly hot day. Things only got worst in the Azure district since it seemed as if it was still thriving with life. The closer the four of you get to the docks the more it seems is going on.\n\nIt didn't take much to overhear what was happening though. More then a few merchant's vessels had been spotted heading towards Sasserine and preperations had to be made so that the ships could dock, a tough deal since there was already a great deal of space occupied by other ships. Islaran manor is in and of itself a bee's hive of activity with gruff sailors and couriers waiting to get in side by side. There looks to be quite a line..."
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"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech \n\nErech groans as the he sees how long the line is. \"There goes that idea, I guess,\" he grumbles. His voice seems to have deepened somewhat, gaining a gravelly timbre to it that wasn't present before. \"If I can at least see the harbormaster, I might still be able to make this work. Although...\" he trails off for a moment into a growl.\n\nTurning to the others, he growls, \"This might be our best opportunity. Vark may be too preoccupied with this situation to be overseeing the Lady's ship. Shall we hurry on to the ship, or try to get a glimpse of the harbormaster?\" He looks from Tristan to Lakaran to Evan, waiting for some form of assent or counter to his suggestion."
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"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan \n\nLines, long ones at that. At this time of night, queuing up is the last thing one wants to do, especially if it was only for buisness. Still, it would be best to retrieve some sort of permission to board the ship, or at least try to, before attempting to do so on their own accord.\n\n \"I sympathize with your eagerness, but I do not believe that the rush in this area extends all the way back to the merchant district. Still, it is quite a waste of time for all of us to stay here. I'm going to take a gondola back and investigate the matter personally. I'll take you with me, but the rest of you should stay here and see what you can accomplish. After that, I'm going to return home. We can meet tomorrow morning at the Bent Goblin Inn.\" \n\nWith this, Tristan walks off to find the nearest Gondola service to return to the Merchant district and locate the Blue Nixie."
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"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech \n\nErech glares at Tristan's retreating back for some time. \"There goes a team player, eh?\" he growls. Turning back to Evan and Lakaran, he continues. \"If I can get a look at the harbormaster, I can impersonate him and it might help to allay any suspicions at the Lady Lavinia's ship later. I would like to go take a look at the ship tonight, regardless of us doing anything there tonight. What do you gents think?\" he asks with a raised eyebrow before he glances back at the line, fidgeting somewhat. Erech tries to gauge the amount of time it will take to get through the throng."
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"author": "Kaolins",
"message": " Evan \n\n\nIf finding the harbor master would make this easier in anyway, Evan was all for it. He nodded his approval to Erech. \"If it'll work, than I'm all for it. It honestly can't do any harm.\" \n\nEvan starts flittering coins in his pocket to pass the time."
},
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"author": "Saterus",
"message": " Lakaran Tolivar \n\nAs Tristan walks away without any discussion, Lakaran turns back to the others to work out a plan. \"Erech, how do you plan to impersonate the harbormaster? It could be useful. However, I don't think going to the ship tonight is the best plan,\" says Lakaran.\n\nLakaran folds his arms across his chest and his facial expression shows he is deep in thought. \"With all of this commotion, I'm not sure if they harbor master will want to talk to us about Lady Vanderboren's problem. It seems he has his hands full already. We might be best to come back and try to speak with him in the morning when he wouldn't be so busy and might be more willing to listen,\" suggests Lakaran. \"We might make things very hard for ourselves if we try to board the ship without obtaining permission from the harbormaster first. Vark and his men were specifically hired to keep people from just showing up and boarding the ship without permission. They would be justified in stopping us. If we wait, I don't think we lose out on much. But if we press forward before we are ready, we may compound our problems. He unfolds his arms and stuff his hands in his pockets, waiting for a response from the others."
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"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech \n\nErech grins at Lakaran. \"Like this,\" he growls as his features shift and are replaced by Lakaran's own. Even Erech's clothes now match Lakaran's. It lasts just a moment before dissolving back into Erech's own attributes. Erech grins hugely. \"See? No worries, though I can't do anything about the voice at the mo--\" Erech suddenly looks very apprehensive and looks around to make sure no one noticed his alterations.\n\nHe ducks his head down somewhat and continues speaking, \"Anyway, I don't know about needing to involve the harbormaster. Didn't Lady Lavinia already say he had pretty much washed his hands of it?\" he asks looking at his companions from underneath the broad brim of his hat.\n\n \"Look, I just want to take a look at the ship. It's called reconnoitering or reconnaissance. If no one's around maybe we can get on, find the ring, and get off before anyone comes back. Easy as pie, eh?\" He asks as his characteristic grin returns, flashing bright white teeth."
},
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"author": "Saterus",
"message": " Lakaran Tolivar \n\nAs Erech's features shift into this own, Lakaran's jaw drops open. Erech had cast no spell, Lakaran was sure he would have noticed. The man's features once again return to normal, though Lakaran can still see his own face on the man in his mind. Smiling, Lakaran says, \"that's quite the trick you've got there. Spooky.\" Lakaran's face becomes deadly serious. \"Don't do that again. Ever. Not my face. \n\nAfter a moment, Lakaran smiles to lighten the mood again. \"That will be undeniably useful. You can't do the voice though? That makes things a tad harder. Any ideas on how to fool Vark without the voice? With a trick like that, you have to have some more experience with it and working around its shortcomings. Lakaran looks hopeful. This could be a very easy way to accomplish our goals with minimal complications. \n \"Anyway, the whole reason I think we should wait to talk to the Harbormaster Keltar isn't that I really think he will intervene. It is that if try and board the ship with no attempts at getting permission, they have every right to make things get ugly. It's their job. But if we go through the motions of getting permission to board the vessel, we are in the right. If they make things get ugly, it's their fault, not ours. The job is only partly getting the ring, we also have to worry about the way in which we get it. I'm sure Lady Vanderboren wouldn't like to be associated with us if we showed up and started causing trouble and breaking laws. A little damage control could go a long way. Especially if the authorities get involved. "
},
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"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech \n\nErech's grin fades at Lakaran's reaction. \"Sure, no problem.\" he growls, obviously crestfallen. \"As far as the voice goes, I could bluff my way through the voice if I can hear the harbormaster speak for a bit,\" he grumbles as he continues fidgeting with his poncho, tugging lightly at one of the corners.\n\nAs Lakaran explains his reasons, understanding clearly comes over Erech's face. \"I get it now, Lak. That makes sense to me, and I think it's a good idea. Maybe we can just get close enough tonight for me to observe Harbormaster Keltar for a bit, then tomorrow when we go to the ship, I-- I mean he can accompany you fine gentlemen to the ship and try and clear up this mess!\" Erech finishes with a flourish as his grin returns.\n\nHe turns to Evan. \"What do you think?\" "
},
{
"author": "Kaolins",
"message": " Evan \n \n Spoiler \n (Sigh. Sniped. Leaving original post in tags) Evan quietly watches the masquerade party going on before his eyes, not seeming too shocked, but noticeably impressed by the feat. He listens through the conversation until the problem of voices arises.\n\n \"The harbor master works near salt water all day... I've fished for a living for a couple years, it tends to weigh heavily on your throat... We could be escorting the... Ahem.. Harbor master, and being his linguists... Seeing as he lost his voice recently.\" Evan suggests this, knowing it would take a good lie for it to all go through, but at least partially knowledgeable about the subject.\n\n \"Really, all we need is for them to grant us permission to see over the boat. Given that, we can most assuredly find the ring, and maybe the money that the lady spent.... And possibly gather a motive, as well. \n \n\n Evan \n\nEvan laughs and pats Erech on the shoulder. \"I thought that was wonderful mate. You'll have to try me sometime, maybe in a less public area.\" \n \"Seems to me we've got something to go on now. I'm all for it.\" Evan says this with a smile, and thinks quietly to himself... Especially since I can't think of anything better. .\n\n \"When we get on the ship however, I think it'll be crucial to get the ring above all else... We can worry about the money and motives later, no?\" "
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"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech \n \"Sure, mate. Love to,\" Erech growls at Evan's suggestion to try to impersonate himself, attempting to mimic Evan's accent, though with a much deeper tone.\n\nErech nods his head towards the line. \"S'pose we need to stay in line, at least get closer to the front, eh? And I agree, Evan, the ring is the primary concern, with the others secondary. But enough of that for now. What brings y'all to our empoyer's employ?\" Erech furrows his brow, realizing that didn't sound quite right, before shrugging and looking from Evan to Lakaran.\n\n \"I'll go first. My father's very minor nobility, and I'm the third son, so off to Church I go. Blech. Boring. Dull. Tedious. Choose your description. I was hoping to become a cleric, but I never heard The Call as they like to name it. It's just not my idiom,\" he says this last with a big grin. \"'Sides, Heironeous is stuffy. Anyway, I took the few useful things I had picked up and exited the temple for home. Got a bit of money from my father's senechal and a letter which had arrived for me from the Lady Lavinia. The rest is history, as they say.\" \n\nErech leans in towards his companions, whispering conspiratorially, \"How does she know who we are and what we can do? Any guesses?\" "
},
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"author": "Saterus",
"message": "As the three of them move to the back of the line to wait to speak with the harbor master, Lakaran decides to making smalltalk with Erech would speed things up considerably. \"You know, I hadn't thought about that until now. I have no idea how she knew about me, I haven't done much to give myself much of a reputation. My father used to own a large company...\" Lakaran trails off. \"I don't think that has anything to do with us. I've been working at Orimander's Emporium of the Soul. I came home from work yesterday and got the letter from Lady Vanderboren. I really don't understand why Lady Vanderboren chose to contact me for this, but I plan to make the most of it. I can get a few days off work to deal with this. The pay is going to be outstanding.\" Lakaran grins. \"Should be exciting too, if nothing less.\" Lakaran leans up against the wall, props his foot up and settles in for the long haul. He reaches up and takes Lemix out of his pocket to pet him. After a few minutes, he sets him on his shoulder to climb around."
},
{
"author": "Kaolins",
"message": " Evan \n\nEvan smiles at the question and lets both men say there stories first, moving with the line and listening to both stories with equal interest. When his turn finally comes around... \"Honestly? A run in with some thugs, I think. It's the only thing I've ever done that would even run close into this kind of venture. At least we know why Tristan's here. The lady must have spotted his ego while he was out privately investigating'.\" Evan finishes with a mild smile, and a joking tone.. However poor the joke.\n\nThinking for a moment, and then breaking the silence... \"Where do you think he got off to, anyway?\" "
},
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"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech \n\nChuckling at Evan's joke, Erech grumbles, \"He said he was going to do some investigating. I assume he's looking into Vark's background or something like that. I do know he mentioned meeting him at the Bent Goblin in the morning, though. I hope his hunting is fruitful.\" Erech adds quietly.\n\n \"So we've got our stories, now. So what else can you two do?\" Erech asks with a great degree of interest, curiosity clearly showing through. \"I can reset my abilities each day depending on what I need to be able to do. You've seen part of what I can do today. I can also briefly force someone to do as I say for a single action. You know like jump, run, drop, fall.\" "
},
{
"author": "Kaolins",
"message": " Evan \n\nJust shrugging, Evan looks a bit past Erech when he answers. \"Just your run of the mill magic user. I imagine I can be slightly useful, and I've studied alot about plants... Know a fair bit about scrolls and potions.. That's about it. Nothing near as amazing as what you can do, my friend.\" Evan's face turns a slight shade of red, and steps forward as the line moves."
},
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"author": "Saterus",
"message": "Catching Lemix as he jumped off his shoulder, Lakaran pets the small rat and replaces him on his shoulder. \"My parents sent me through a great deal of schooling. I eventually apprenticed under Wizard Selven Torst. I feel like I had learned a lot, but my training came to an end after the family business collapsed.\" Lakaran goes silent again. \"Since I ended my training, I've been studying the magic items at Orimander's shop as a way to keep learning.\" \n\nAfter a small pause, Lakaran changes the subject. \"Erech, you aren't casting spells. Or at least spells that I can tell. How do you do what you do?\" \n \n Spoiler \nCallos, are we going to RP 4 hours of standing in line? Or are we gonna fast forward a bit?\n "
},
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"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech \n\nErech shrugs, but smiles broadly. \"They're just abilities, not spells. I suppose they're a bit easier than spells, since I don't have to worry about components or gestures,\" he explains. He tilts his head to one side as he continues in his gravelly rumble, \"Basically, I meditate for a bit in order to get varied sets of abilities. I'm not very accomplished at the moment, but eventually I should be able to have a few different sets at a time.\" \n\nAfter a brief pause, he perks up and seems to take a posture of a lecturer. \"You see, there are entities known as vestiges, which exist outside the normal purview of deities. In order to experience some semblance of existance again, they lend their powers to people who know the proper routines to ask for their aid.\" Beaming, Erech growls, \"I am one of those people. We are called Binders.\" \n \n Spoiler \nSheesh. I didn't even think about the stinking filter. I had to change the word to tilted.\n "
},
{
"author": "Kaolins",
"message": " Evan \n \"Wow... It's amazing the number of things someone can learn in a day...\" Evan sighs and looks ahead of them in the line... After a moments thought, \"Wonder just how long this is gonna be...\" \n\nEvan sighs and sits while the line doesn't move, reading through a book."
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "The night line seems to take forever and forever to progress with only a couple feet of movement after a long period of waiting. At the very least though you talk more amongst yourselves and learn some interesting facts about each other while you attempt to get in to see the harbor master. Events of note were few and far between with a couple of minor scuffles breaking out among several sailors in line seeking to advance their position. At one point there was also a great deal of commotion out in the harbor when a mishap happened during the course of the unloading of one of the ships.\n\nAfter a long and restless (and probably irritating)night though, you can watch the sun coming up over the horizon to reveal just how much progress had been made in your line. The result was...disheartening to say the least bit. With a collective groan the three head off to the Bent Goblin in order to meet up with Tristan to see what the bald man might possibly have learned.\n\nThe Bent Goblin was a dimly lite establishment that seemed to cater to those seeking privacy in their dealings and what not. Behind the bar counter an old wizened goblin could be seen rubbing down the counter top and peering out at the patrons with sharp beady eyes. Taking a seat in one of the more...easily visible tables, you resign yourselves to wait for Tristan as business begins to pick up. Time passes and no Tristan made himself apparent...\n\nJust when worry begins to gnaw at you though he comes stumbling through the door way making a bee-line for the stairs leading to the second floor. Unlike his bright and aware appearence the night before, Tristan seems dead tired."
},
{
"author": "Saterus",
"message": " Lakaran Tolivar \n\nAs the three of groggy men sit around, drinking coffee to stay awake this morning, Tristan stumbles in. Without looking at them, or even realizing they are waiting for him, Tristan walks up the stairs and disappears. Lakaran points to Tristan as he walks by, half asleep. He stands, pushes his chair in, and buys another coffee to take to Tristan and himself. The little sleep he did manage to get last night was always short lived and uncomfortable. In hindsight, going home and sleeping in his soft bed would have been a much better plan.\n\n \"What room is that man in? He's so exhausted he didn't even see us,\" Lakaran asks the innkeeper as he pays for the coffee. Both cups in hand, Lakaran begins to walk up the stairs to find Tristan."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech \n \"Now, what d'ya think that's all about?\" Erech growls to Evan as Tristan heads upstairs. When Lakaran follows, Erech stands and stretches, arching his back like a cat. \"I suppose we should follow, too. Maybe he doesn't wish to share information with the lovely patronage of this establishment,\" he finishes with a wink to Evan as he heads up the stairs."
},
{
"author": "Kaolins",
"message": " Evan \n\nEvan watches Tristan and Lakaran move up the stairs, and groggily looks over to Erech. After hearing his ideas on the situation, Evan sighs. \"He would make this harder than it needs to be. Why am I not surprised?\" Evan stands up and stretches... Sighs... and follows everyone upstairs."
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan \n\nTristan was in work mode. Nothing else would come across his mind except how to handle the current task he had set for the job. Everything was completely planned out in his head; Watch until sun comes up, Watch another hour, go back and take a four hour nap, return for six more hours. Admittedly, it wasn't a particularly clever or demanding task, but paying rapt attention for the eight or so hours one should be sleeping did have a habit of being exhausting.\n\nStill, it was exciting, and in a way, fun, to sit around watching a boat in the dead of night for illegal activities. It was the whole reason he set out on this course of work. Perhaps if it was fun enough, he might just waive any reward of Lady Vanderboren's.\n\nThat was yet to be seen, and currently, the 'nap phase' of his stake-out plan demanded his attention. He pulls the room key from his pocket and unlocks the door, but doesn't bother locking it again once he's in. No point really if he wasn't going into complete unconsciousness."
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "The inn owner's directions seem to be mostly un-need, just jerking a thumb to point at the top of the stairs and one of the two doors that are up there. One of which Tristan is opening and stumbling into. Once the three of you come into the unkept room you can easily find the bundle on the bed that is a sleep starved Tristan and a quick yank of curtains and blankets is enough to force the bald headed man to pay attention to you."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech \n \"Look, Tristan,\" Erech growls out, \"Lak brought you coffe. Now spill the beans.\" Erech chuckles lightly at his own pun as he leans against the wall behind the door. He tips his wide-brimmed hat back, folds his arms across his chest and crosses his right ankle over his left as he glares as the other bald man in the room.\n\n \"We've all been awake a long time, now. Unfortunately, our little escapade didn't really work out so well, but hopefully we've got a plan and some information.\" "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan \n\nTristan having fallen onto the bed on his stomach, rolls onto his back to spy whoever it was that wanted to bother him. Sitting up, puts his hand on top of his head and tries to recollect the previous night.\n\n \"Your... Your the ones I met last night, right?\" , he says, clearly not entirely on the ball. \"Yah, that's right. Horrible pun, by the way. I wouldn't recommended making a career of it.\" Tristan takes a deep breath, and tries to put into words what he remembers.\n\n \"Somethings definitely afoot here. I watched the ship all night and was rewarded. The Blue Nixie , though harbored a good distance from the dock, has plenty of activity on its deck. Sometime during the night, a foreign vessel sailed in and had some large pieces of cargo transferred to it. Otherwise, there was nothing else.\n\n\"Now, I'm tired, but I'm not done monitoring what's going on. Some organization or gang is using the ship, and so at some point must have the people on it move on or off, or at the least have more cargo moved to it. If one of you could, go monitor the ship's activity for me and watch for any movement on or off the ship. If anyone moves off the ship, follow them, and find out who they are or who they work for.\" \n\nAt this point, Tristan lets out a yawn. \"As for a plan, that can wait. I'll take over watching the ship in four hours if nothing new comes up. 'Till then, I'm getting some rest.\" he says, falling back onto his pillow and pulling his sheet over his head."
},
{
"author": "Kaolins",
"message": " Evan \n\n\nEvan stands up after hearing all this, stretches yet again, and makes for the door. Just before leaving he turns around. \"Oh. Yeah. I'll go. I'll come back if I find anything out. Don't mean to seem like a loner or anything.. But four men in a single inn bedroom... Meh. Not my thing.\" Evan winks and makes his way down to the harbor."
},
{
"author": "Saterus",
"message": " Lakaran Tolivar \n\nRealizing the extra cup of coffee isn't needed here, Lakaran turns and offers the fresh cup to the others in the room. \"Coffee? Looks like he is too tired to drink it. It will be cold by the time he wakes up,\" says Lakaran. He takes a sip of his own. \"From the sounds of it, we should go check the ship out. While we are there, we can form a plan. Sounds like more than the handful of men we bargained for will be there.\" Lakaran exits the room, closing the door quietly behind them and begins down the stairs. \"Who wants to bet that the harbormaster is in on whatever shady dealings are happening on that ship?\" "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan \n\nTristan moves under his sheet, trying to roll onto the other. In doing so, the sheet rolls with him, leaving his back uncovered (save for the shirt he did not take off). \"Though I intend to rest, I'm not going to be able to reach a state of deep sleep. If wouldn't mind...\" he trails off, assuming the others could guess to leave him be. Before they do, he rolls over again and adds, \"Harbor Master probably doesn't have a clue, but that Vark guy sounds like he's bribed. Don't trust him farther than your willing to pay him.\" "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n\nErech nods to Evan as he departs the room. \"Be careful, Evan. Just because we've been hired to take care of this doesn't mean someone else may not be interested as well,\" he advises with a grumble.\n\nErech takes the offered coffee from Lakaran and takes a sip. \"Ugh. Needs sugar,\" he growls as his face screws up in distaste. \"Sleep well, Tristan. See you in a few,\" Erech adds as he follows Lakaran out of the room. \"I think maybe we should catch up with Evan and check on the ship.\" After several moments in which he drinks the coffee down, Erech speaks up again. \"I agree with Tristan on the Harbormaster. Most likely, he's simply incompetent.\" "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "The morning finds pier five in the Merchant's District hectic as people bustle about to ready ships for departure, but it was nothing like the chaos of the Azure District from the previous night. True to Tristan's words the Blue Nixie sat out in the harbor, bobbing up and down gently in the waves with the morning sun beating down on it's deck and the nearby waters.\n\nAll three of you peer out across the water to the ship, trying to make out an figures on board and are rewarded for your efforts. It looks as if the various grungy looking people on board are preparing to bring the ship back to the pier."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n\nErech observes the movement of people around the harbor, both aboard ship and walking the piers and dockside wharves. When the Blue Nixie begins coming about and heading into dock, he stands up straight from his position leaning against the wall of one of the warehouses.\n\n \"She's coming in. I'll assume we're still in observe mode until Tristan arrives?\" he growls out, though not in an unfriendly manner. \"Maybe I'll saunter a bit closer and see what I can hear.\" So saying, Erech steps back into the shadows. His features and appearance change somewhat to look like a common dockworker, plain and unremarkable. \"Ahoy!\" he grunts to the wizards. \"Whaddya think?\" \n \n Spoiler \n Disguise Self ; Disguise: (1d20+14)[ 26 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Kaolins",
"message": " Evan \n\nEvan stares and smiles at his newly disguised companion.\n\n \"Looks great on yah. Mate.\" \n\nWhen the ship makes it back to the pier. Evan does something nuts. He walks over to the closest method of entry onto the ship, and will take a better look aboard.\n\n(About how big is the Nixie? And from where Evan is, how far would the 'farthest' part of the ship be?)"
},
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"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "(The Nixie is roughly 55-60 feet in length. And I don't know what your asking with that second question.)\n\nEvan's mode of entry, or at least the best one, proves to be a single extended gangplank. Once it came to the pier anyway. Once he started up it towards the main deck he spies two rough looking men and a woman bustling about with various ropes and other sailor things. They were busy bringing the ship into port after all, but they paused when one of them caught sight of Evan and they glanced at each other worriedly as one descended below decks and the other two approached. Hands drifting down to the daggers on their belts as the woman called out to him.\n\n\"Hey you, what are you doin' up here? Get back on the pier!\""
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"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n\nErech smacks his forehead at Evan's maneuver, but quickly recovers. \"Lak? Cover us if you're able if this blows up in our faces.\" With that he rushes from their hiding spot and heads towards the Blue Nixie. \n \"Oy! Bim!\" he shouts as he approaches the ship's gangplank. \"Sorry, mates. M' brother's a bit simple, but he loves the boats. This'n's pretty nice, eh?\" Erech says as he tries to take Evan by the elbow. As he does so, he whispers to Evan, \"Act simple, Ev. Avoid me while you make it a game.\" \n\nAloud, Erech says, \"C'mon, Bim. Let's go!\" \n \n Spoiler \nRemember I'm disguised as a local sailor-type.\nBluff: (1d20+8)[ 17 ] \n "
},
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"author": "Kaolins",
"message": "(The second part of the question was more a range theory, but your last post nullified it.. And I had worded it poorly to start.)\n\n Evan \n\nEvan quickly adopts the 'stupid brother' routine, but doesn't let himself be pulled much farther from scene than the end of the gangplank. Safely on the pier, Evan looks back to the Nixie to see if the man who went below decks resurfaces, and if so, whom with.\n\nQuietly he looks over to Erech and mutters... \"If we just grab Tristan and Lakaran, we'd be good.. Assuming there ain't twenty of them below decks...\" \n\nAnd then loudly... \"Oh commin' then bro'fir! Just a peak! These men 'prolly let us on 'fer a few shinies, and we's got plenty!\" \n \n Spoiler \n Not quiiiiite sure if it'd work as a separate check, not that my roll would matter much, but can't hurt, and might be considered 'aid other'.\n bluff - (1d20+2)[ 22 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Saterus",
"message": " Lakaran Tolivar \n\nLakaran watches as the two men approach the ship from the base of the pier. He makes himself look busy by talking to Lemix. The shouting from the ship draws his attention, and he tries to listen without looking too interested.\n\nLakaran watches for anyone who walks down the pier towards the Nixie , hoping the other two men don't send up an alert on the ship."
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "Both of the sailors gave each other knowing looks as Erech and Evan played the part of 'simple' brother and the parenting one trying to keep the simple one out of trouble. And with it came the almost audible sound of success as a greedy look came to the man's eyes when he glanced over quickly the woman who looked back with an equally wicked glimmer in her eyes.\n\n\"I suppose we could let'em look around for a price, what do ya think?\"\n\n\"...coudn't hurt to let Bim have a quick look around the deck...for a gold or two.\" The man said practically salivating at the thought of the money. On the other hand the female sailor looked fairly dissuaded with the price, after all what commoner could afford that sort of price?\n\nAlmost expectantly the man jabbed his hand out palm up for the offering while the other came to rest on the hilt of his dagger in a not so subtle suggestion to pay or get away."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n\nErech seems to consider the offer a moment, then shakes his head as he reaches into his belt pouch. If it'll get Bim ta calm down and come back, I don't see it'll hurt much, seein's how I just got inta port an' paid. He steps forward and places a coin into the man's palm, then flips another to the woman. It'll make things a bit lean, but we'll make do. He says with the sigh of infinite patience of an older brother resigned to dealing with his simpleton brother.\n\n A'right, Bim. Get yer gaze on, hm? He turns to the man, trying to set him at ease and involved in a conversation. She is a lovely ship, mate. How long ya been crewin' her? "
},
{
"author": "Kaolins",
"message": " Evan \n\nEvan walks up onto the ship, turning his head and looking at everything FAR more often then a... well... More mature person, might. He takes great interest in several things... Crates... Riggings... Stairs... But no touching. His brother used to smack him hard for touching things that didn't belong to him. (Snicker.)\n\nEvan 'accidentally' lets a few coins slip from his pocket... Eight or so gold pieces, right down the stairs the other crew mate went down...\n\n \"Oops...\" "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "With Kaolin's bold gamble of letting gold fall down the stairs below decks the battle for the Blue Nixie began as sailors boiled up from below decks to battle the 'invaders' who had suddenly come aboard, lead by none other then Vark. A thuggish one eyed brute who showed more valor then his comrades who fled with the first blows that Erech, Evan, and Lakaran landed on them. He fought to the death and after he fell things had seemed over...until the terrified feminine scream that came from below. When the three investigated they discovered a vicious spider-like monster that Erech identified as a 'black-fang rhagodessa (spelling off on that)'. It had been in the middle of assaulting the small wooden cage of a raccoon-monkey hybrid, but with the arrival of fresh meat it's attention had quickly shifted to the larger people. Battle began in earnest and things looked bad until the furry little biped in the cage broke free to help it's rescuers.\n\nAfter the spider-like creature had been felled they discovered that the monkey thing was a creature known as a phanaton and named Xuzaxa. After a small little talk amongst yourselves it was decided that Xuzaxa would be allowed to join with everyone else as part of their group to help out Lavinia. In any case it didn't take long after that to find what you came there looking for, the key to the Vanderboren vault. A small signet ring with a sheet of parchment slipped through it that you swiftly returned to Lavinia. She was delighted with your accomplishment and invited you to come with her to the vault so that she could pay all of you as soon as she got inside. Once there though you and Lavania discovered an old guardian set there to keep thieves out of the Vanderboren vault. But that was hardly the greatest surprise to be found as you all discovered that the vault had practically been picked clean by none other then Lavinia's brother Vanthus, however the good news was that she had enough gold (and an odd little journal that was written by her parents) in there to pay all of you and to get by until her uncle and aunt in Cauldron to send some financial aid to her.\n\nWhich lead into Lavinia's request to locate Vanthus and bring him so she could question him and try to get her gold back. Tristan's experience as a private investigator came in handy then as it lead you all to a man who claimed to have seen Vanthus recently and was ready to guide them to him at Parrot Island. Parrot Island was one of the small islands that were out in Sasserine's bay that wasn't inhabited...or at least that was what everyone thought. It proved to be wrong when your guide lead you to an old pirate smuggling hideout underneath of the island's surface. Not long after you entered your guide's body was dropped down in after you by the same brown haired man who's picture had been in the Vanderboren private dining hall. Vanthus as he proclaimed himself to be. The last you saw of him was the man pulling a stone over the entrance leaving you in darkness, a darkness that was hardly uninhabited. The pirates who used to dwell there, now undead zombies and worse, had swarmed out in the darkness to attack you until they had all been destroyed and some rather startling evidence was found that proved Vanthus's treachery wasn't just limited to inquisitive strangers but also the men under his own command, thieves in the employ of the Lotus Dragon thieves guild. It was a bit of a trial to figure out a way out but a dangerous underwater escaped proved to be just what the cleric ordered.\n\nWith this new revelation the five of you decided to infiltrate the Lotus Dragon headquarters to find Vanthus and bring him back to the rightful judgment that was waiting for him. But not before you were assaulted by a gang or two of Lotus Dragon thugs trying to deter you from your path, not that it worked. Despite your confidence the Dragon headquarters proved to be a hard battle with thieves seeming to lurk behind every corner and tamed monsters slavering after you. The greatest monster proved not to be one of these 'pets' or the beautiful Rowyn Kellani who tried to sway you with a sweet offer and the threat of violence (but she was quick to flee when the battle turned against her). It was the letter you found that Vanthus wrote to Rowyn (As seen below) that showed the true monster in all of this.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Click here for the letter. \n \n\n\n\nIt took much courage to report back to Lavinia to tell her that it was her brother who had arranged to kill her parents. Despite her shock and dismay she gladly put you on the official payroll so she could call on you when needed, not to mention providing some much needed stability for some of you.\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nThe next day didn't seem quite as bright or hopeful as the previous one. At Lavinia's encouragement, she had you all put up in your own rooms in Vanderboren manor insisting that you have better accomadations then what she thought you had. Humidity hung oppressively in the air and the small elderly halfling woman woke each of you for breakfast in the main dining hall. Lavinia herself wasn't there at first but it was still a nice solid spread. Partidge eggs, ham, imported jelly on toast, and some overly sweet tea. Only when you were about half way through did Lavinia descend and it didn't take a master inquisitor to notice she was still upset by what she had been told, however the mission was clear. Vanthus was still at large and Lavinia still wanted him brought in, but it was for justice this time and not redemption, which meant that the location of this...'Kraken's Cove' would need to be found before you can set out to catch the evil bastard who was related to Lavinia.\n\nShe seemed to have taken a liking to the phanaton, though her behavior towards him could be seen as insulting since she thought of him more an intelligent pet. At the moment she was busy trying to feed him little pieces of fruit with the journal sitting on her empty plate.\n\n \n Spoiler \n You can take this time to ask questions of Lavinia (who will act as a proxy for me for more details about what has already happened) and can set out whenever you wish.\n "
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"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n\nAfter finishing his last partridge egg and dabbing his mouth with his napkin, Erech gently cleared his throat. My lady? Have you had any luck with your parents' journal? If you need assistance with deciphering anything, I'm fairly adept in that regard, and would be more than pleased to aid you, he offers. Maybe this will let Xuzaxa have a few moments of peace, at least, he thinks to himself."
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"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n\n The three and a half foot monkey/raccoon hybrid has changed a lot overnight. The party is surprised to see that a shirt covers up most of his luxurious gray fur. Truthfully, it's high quality studded leather, but it is a shirt nonetheless. His bark brown paws however, are still vacant of gloves or boots. The armor obviously has an open spot where his tail, almost half a foot longer than him, protrudes. His piercing bright yellow eyes still stare at you from behind his black raccoon robber mask, and he seems to not care for a helmet. His bow and short spear are nowhere to be seen, but he is wearing his backpack and also has a shiny buckler attached to his forearm. He wears a new quiver attached to his belt, and it is surprisingly ornate compared to his other gear. Startlingly, the quiver appears to be empty; however, whenever Xuzaxa moves his hand near it, arrows seem to materialize ready to be withdrawn.\n\n Xuzaxa doesn't talk much at breakfast. He seems not to talk much at all, as his knowledge of the common tongue is halting and slow. He appears to be aware that Lavinia's treatment of him is odd, but does not seem to be insulted by it. He figures he'll start to worry about that once the fruit stops tasting so good. He stops eating once Erech starts talking, regarding him with a curious grin. The grin and his attention quickly shift to the journal as it is mentioned, and he picks it up and examines the cover. If it is unreadable, something should be done. Should take it to tribal elders. "
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"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "The pretty blond woman pauses in her feeding to look over at Erech when he speaks up, a wane little smile on her face before she answers him, leaving the little phanton to his own devices for the moment. \" Hm? No, I'm not having too much trouble it's just taking some time. My mother encoded the whole thing in Sylvan, I'm guessing so it'd be harder to read if someone stole it and it's just taking some time to translate it into common. \"\n\nIt was a fairly plain journal and the cover was unadorned with any flippant little engravings or anything but was a good size. From the variety of bookmarks and such towards the back it looked as if Lavinia had started with some of the more recent entries and worked her way to the back from there. When she saw that Xuzaxa had 'pilfered' the journal she let out a laugh and pried it out from his hands.\n\n\" You can't have this book, it's mine and I need it. Here, have a grape. \" She offered and held out a dark red/purple (You know what I mean) grape for the phanaton to take. It could have been seen as insulting but there was no malice in the way Lavinia treated Xuzaxa and apparently he held her no grudge either."
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"author": "Saterus",
"message": " Lakaran Tolivar \n\nLakaran smiles at the exchange between Lavinia and Xuzaxa. \"Have you found any useful information since you start translating it? All of us are involved now,\" inquires Lakaran. The remnants of his breakfast litter his plate. He picks up last corner of a piece of toast, smears more jelly on it, and pops it in his mouth. \"None of us want to see a killer such as your brother run unchecked. No offense, of course, but he must be stopped,\" Lakaran catches himself, trying not to offend.\n\nChanging the subject, Lakaran asks, \"What was written on the parchment we brought back with the signet ring?\" "
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"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan \n\nIndeed, the day was not quite as bright or hopeful than it had been previously. He had found the greatest woman ever; Attractive, wealthy, loads of connections and henchmen. Yet, that Vanthus had already courted her with more money than he could ever hope to acquire. Sure, he never would have really fallen for her, but just the thought that she was hopelessly beyond his grasp put a damper on his mood.\n\nHe sighed, I wonder if that flower-shop girl would be worth a try about now? \n\nHe takes a bite of his toast and looks curiously over at Xuzaxa. He seemed much more like a very hairy halfling prepared to cut someones throat than a cute monkey-thing. Then again, he'd seem much less like an aging, bald man if he wore that armor of his every now and then.\n\nHe waves the hybrid over to his end of the table, \"Can I take a look at that quiver of yours? I don't suppose I could ask you to store a few extra things in there for me? I bought some new daggers and I don't really want to get rid of the old ones.\" "
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"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n\n Xuzaxa gives up the book very quickly. I don't know what a Sylvan is. The book is no use to me if all it is about are Sylvans. Not that I even like reading. It's too difficult the way they make it. He takes the grape from Lavinia and listens to Lakaran. He offers his opinion on Lavinia's brother when he is mentioned. \"When hunt for family kill abomination? Xuzaxa don't want see more family die.\" \n\n His opinion= voiced, Xuzaxa wanders over to Tristan. He looks at his quiver examining the three different compartments and shrugs. \"Xuzaxa do not care. Man say for arrows, javelins, and bows. If they fit... Xuzaxa will keep they for you.\" He indicates each compartment as he announces what they are for, then shrugs again."
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"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "\" Surely you remember the combination Master Lakaran. 'Chimera looks to sunrise. Cyclops looks to sunset. Medusa looks to sunrise. Umber hulk looks to sunset. Basilisk looks to sunrise.' A curious puzzle to be sure but we manage to get through it just fine. \" Lavinia replies to the mage as she opens the journal distractedly and flips to the very first page marker. \" Nothing too useful yet, merely records of their preparations for another journey. It looks promising though and I have hope something will come to fruit soon. Do you have any useful leads on Vanthus yet? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nRemember people, reactionary!\n "
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"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n\nErech nods at the Lady's question. Yes, in fact. We've been looking for this Kraken's Cove, but I haven't turned anything up yet. Perhaps Tristan would fare better than I? Erech turns to the other bald man in the room. What say you? As soon as we can locate this locale, Erech grins broadly, we could probably set out shortly thereafter, hm? \n\nSomething seems to click in Erech's mind, as he clucks his tongue and turns back to Lady Lavinia. Who is Brissa? Vanthus spoke of her in his journal. "
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"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n\n Xuzaxa looks up at Erech as he suggests they move out. The phanaton immediately begins nodding his agreement. \"Yes. To Kraken's Cove we are headed? Will be week or more we don't have boat. Also very dangerful.\" The phanaton grins his goofy grin as he motions towards the door, hopeful to hunt the kinslaying abomination."
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"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan \n\nTristan gives a short nods to Erech as he inhales another piece of jam covered toast. \"I'll go ask a few people I know what they know later today, maybe even see if we can't obtain some fisherman's boat to sail us to wherever the place is. I have a letter I need to write first though, so, if you would excuse me from your presence Lady, I'll be off to the room you've so generously provided.\" \n\nTristan slides his chair back under the table, giving a bow to Lavina before heading off to the stairs, motioning for Xuzaxa to follow him up. Once upstairs, he retrieves a small bundle of daggers and hands them to the hybrid before sitting down at a nearby desk with a few sheets of parchment and ink well.\n\n-----\n\n Dear Dex,\n\nHow are you holding up you old goat? Yes, I know that by comparison of the ratios of current over maximum age, your about as young as I am, but I must confess you will not change my perspective; eighty-five years is a long time regardless of race, so you're still an old goat.\n\nI must apologize for my prolonged absence this last week, as I have been added to the payroll of none other than Lady Lavina Vanderboren. My skill have proven quite useful to her, and have subsequently been well used. I am unsure whether or not this torrent of searches and chases in her name will come to a slow soon, or perhaps take on more regular intervals, though I do know my present task will require much effort on my part.\n\nBecause of this, I must ask for a temporary 'holiday' from my duties at the Scavengers Guild. I'm sure Jonathen Mace is fully capable of handling anything of mine while I am away, so do tell the lad I have my confidence in him. Once events become more stable, I will be sure to return.\n\nInvestigator,\nTristan Wolfe \n\n----------\n\n Dear Gortash,\n\nI'm leaving my room at your Inn to take up residence with a beautiful woman. I want you to take me off tab for now, and I'll send you all I owe for last week as soon as I get back from a little excursion.\n\nThe relationship is unstable, and I expect if things do not go well, I might get kicked out forcefully. If you keep a room open for me should this occur, I promise to return to adding my gold to your purse.\n\nMay your wallet never run dry,\nTristan Wolfe \n\n----------\n\nTristan ties the two letters up with some string and sets out to find the halfling servent. When he does, he instructs her as to where to deliver each letter, thanking her kindly."
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"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n\n Xuzaxa follows Tristan to his quarters. The phanaton takes the bundle and spends a minute examining them and his quiver. After the examination, he carefully tries to fit them into each compartment, starting with the arrows section. He takes special pains to inflict no damage upon his new quiver. At the end of his trials, he looks quizzically at his quiver and shrugs. He steps over for a second to watch Tristan write. Temporary 'holiday' from my duties at the Scaven- Ohhh! Shiny. It doesn't take him long to lose interest, and he picks up a dagger and starts tossing it up in the air and catching it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThe description of the quiver says it will hold things, approximately the size and shape of an arrow, javelin, or bow. It's Callos's decision as to whether the daggers fit in any of the compartments. When in doubt, leave it up to the DM.\n "
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"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n\nHaving finished breakfast as well, Erech excuses himself, My Lady. Friends. I must prepare for our venture. I'll be back in a few minutes. He bows and turns sharply on his heal, headed for his room.\n\nOnce there, he takes a pitcher of water and dips an inkpen into it before considering the floor space and the day's needs before he begins drawing an intricate design upon the floor, tracing it in wet lines that do not seem to dry.\n\nOnce done, he stands back and calls out, Focalor, Prince of Tears! Come and grant me your powers of storm and sea! \n\nA single tear falls from thin air into the drawn seal. A pair of weaping eyes appear above the floor, followed by a body becoming slowly visible. Finally a handsome human male stands within the seal, his face twisted by grief. He is naked, though a set of griffin's wings sprout from his back and cover his form. His body shudders with wracking sobs.\n\nErech and the being within the seal face off, a silent communication between them.\n \n Spoiler \n Bind Check: (1d20+7)[ 16 ] \n \n\n\nAfter several moments Erech bows his head and nods as the image of the man as well and the seal upon the floor disappear. He digs into his pack and withdraws a mirror, checking his appearance.\n\nErech returns to where the others wait. He seems to be withdrawn somewhat as he nods to the others in acknowledgement, but doesn't make eye contact, nor approach them, taking a seat away from everyone else. Can we get moving? he asks with a hint of plaintiveness in his voice."
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"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n OOC:\n\nThree things:\n\nA) I omitted one minor thing from the fast forward. The dock master you were trying to see was murdered shortly before you escaped from Vanthus's trap. Not very important but I thought I'd put that in here.\n\nB) Heres the options for getting to Kraken's Cove. You can make a DC 25 Diplomacy check for a round-trip passage to Kraken's Cove for 8 gold per passenger. If none of you can make that check then it's 20 gold per passenger. If you want the transport to wait for you then its a further 10 gold a day due to the dangerous and notorious nature of the region.\n\nOf course if any of you have ranks in Profession Sailor then you can buy the boat yourself for outright 50 gold and you have a free boat.\n\nC) This is mostly a 'time' issue. Rowing non-stop in shifts will get you to Kraken's Cove in just under two days. If you go in eight hour shifts though it'll take five days. It's mostly up to you.\n\nJust respond in the OOC thread then I'll put a real post in here that'll deal with the negotitions for the boat and setting out into the water.\n \n\n\n\nWith Erech's eager urging the five of you gather together and seek out someone willing to part with a row boat in the Azure District. News of Harbormaster Keltar's demise was still buzzing about the streets as the hottest news but most of the activity seems to have died down since that tragic event. The most eager person that you find to sell to, a disheartened young man who hadn't found any of the riches supposedly out at sea, proved the quickest to sell his boat to all of you, though he proved rather obstinate about the price (determined to get some money out of the whole fishing endeavor) and Tristan reluctantly forked over the gold pieces to buy the fairly ordinary but sturdy craft from him.\n\nThe shifts were fairly easy to determine since all of you decided that haste would be the best way to get to the Cove and Xuzaxa proved too short to make an effective rower but was rather adept at bucketing out the occasional leak of water back out of the craft. Erech and Evan took the first shift and the power rowing put Sasserine behind all of you with a threatening coastline on the other side, high cliffs running down to the waterline and deceptively boggy and deep. Hot summertime(ish) heat beating down on you made the trip a little bit less then pleasant considering that the humidity of the Amedio Region was always through the roof in the first place. Your only company the slightly patterned noise of oars passing in and out of the water even as the sun began it's descent down to the other side of the horizon, chased by it's jealous sister the moon as Tristan and Evan replaced their comrades at the oars.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC: Here ya guys go. A chance to RP amongst yourselves for some EXP and to craft things if you want to.\n "
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"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n\nErech winces as he rubs his sore shoulders. I've not done such labor since the summer my father had me work in the stables. Ugh. I'm no weakling, but I don't see how anyone can do this for a living, he indicates the small boat and oars. He turns to the littlest member of their group. Xu, why don't you tell us about yourself and your people? I think it might help pass the time to hear of it, the dark-skinned man adjusts his wide-brimmed hat, making sure it shades his eyes.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI guess everyone will get to watch me bind on our second day, if there's enough room to do it. Is there? If so it should be interesting...\n\nIn an aside, my default Pact Augmentation is the +1AC insight bonus. Yay!\n "
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"author": "Kaolins",
"message": " Evan \n\n\nEvan gets to work at putting the city behind him right away. Eager not only to get to the groups destination, but to finally get a change in his life. Mom and Dad would be proud, he was doing some real, hard work for a change.\n\nThe heat became unbearable, reaaaal fast. The scholars robes covering his body were light however, and allowed his skin to breath. The cold water spraying up occasionally was enough to keep him going.\n\n\nEvan stops rowing for a moment to take a drink from his canteen, sweating quite profusely, but not altogether too worried. Erech had proved to be quite an impressive partner to row with. When Erech asks Xu about his people, Evan listens with intent... Which is mildly feigned, as it doesn't stem out into the realm of 'exciting' for him.\n\n\n\n(So.. First shift, Me and Erech.. Second shift... Me and Tristan?\n\nI R MAN ROWER, I NO NEED BRAKE)"
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"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n\n Xuzaxa seems to enjoy his job of bailing water. Whenever one of his fellow companions complain about the heat however, he will ignore bailing long enough to splash them with water. He spends a lot of time dumping water on himself also, although he takes care not to get it on anything it might damage. He shrugs when Erech asks him about his past. Now I have to make a speech in their language. This will probably not go very well. \"Xuzaxa born in forest. Many of the people live in forests. Like climb and glide through trees. Is fun. We gather the fruit of world.\" He pauses for a second and looks over at the shore. When he speaks again, there is a harsher edge to his tone. \"Xuzaxa's forest gone. Nearby human camp cut trees. Men want the people gone. Other men put the people in box of bars with many bad men. Many the people gone. Next box near spider. Xuzaxa hate spider. Spider want to kill all the people. Xuzaxa here now.\" Xuzaxa looks at Erech and grins at him. \"Why you here?\" "
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"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n\nErech's smile seems sad. Sorry to hear about your people's plight. Maybe we could help out someday? Erech stares off over the water, back towards Sessarine. What am I doing here? he asks quietly. Avoiding my fate, I suppose. Being the youngest son of a minor, very minor, noble, the best thing that could be offered me was a position in church. My father, a staunch follower of the Valorous Knight, pulled a string and got me an initiate position at the temple of Heironeous. I've never been one for religion, especially someone as stuffy as Heironeous. He's impressive, sure, but not my style. Erech pauses, letting his hand trail in the water for a moment, his mind far away.\n\nHe comes back to himself with a start. Sorry. Anyway, one thing led to another, it became apparent to me that clerical duties were not my future, and I happened to come across something in the library that actually did interest me. Vestiges. A sharp gleam seems to come into his eyes, though he seems to be crying. Beings of power, not beholden to the gods, they yearn to experience life once more. In order to do so, they grant abilities to those who know how to properly contact them. There can be some unpleasant side effects, and apparently most religions don't care for the vestiges existence, but I feel like it's what I should be doing. Using their granted abilities to better the world, and my own life admittedly, in what ways I am able. Erech takes a long pull of his waterskin, then holds it out to the phanaton, offering a drink, before he continues. Anyway, I left the church and returned home, avoiding my father, and the next day I met Lady Lavinia's halfling messenger, same as y'all, Erech indicates Evan, Lakaran and Tristan with a flick of his hand. Now I'm here, he adds with a small, sad smile.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI assumed the second Evan rowing was Lak. 🙂\n "
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"author": "Saterus",
"message": " Lakaran Tolivar \n\nHearing Erech's voice, Lakaran removes the damp white towel from his face as he sits up. His nap in the tiny bow of the boat had been better than he could have hoped, but left a lot to wish for. He listens quietly to the conversation, grabbing some food out of his pack. Eating the few perishables they brought, Lakaran tries to reason out how much longer there is before it is his shift to row. Deciding its easier to just let the others tell him, he finishes his meal and returns the cloth to his face. He continues to listen to the conversation until he falls asleep again."
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"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan \n Hot. \n\nThe balmy weather was wearing down on Tristans mind, inducing a state of drowsiness. Maybe it was a good thing to sleep, since he was going to be rowing a later shift but he was just too bored to do much of anything, even nap. The stories didn't interest him much either; Erech, his pseudo-nobility and spirit stuff. Xuzaxa and his fruit. Ignoring the others, he day-dreams in his own head, consumed mostly with the thought of fruit he could have bought beforehand instead of a boat.\n\n Forty pieces of gold.... There was a sale on apples, down to three pennies... I could have had one thousand, three hundred apples to snack on instead of this piece of wood. \n\nHe sighs, still lying down on one end of the boat. Might as well have the boat. Saves on having to walk, and who would I get to carry all those apples anyway? "
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"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "With the light conversation to pass the time, the rowing and paddling seemed more bearable then it had been before though it was far from enjoyable to people used to living in the city. The only thing that even seemed interesting was when the rowboat passed by a large wooden fort that Tristan and Xu identified as Fort Fendawor and it soon passed into the distance as night fell and the shifts changed once more to let the tired people rest after their ordeal. Luckily no hostile natives or creatures on the shore even seemed to take notice of the boat at night or during most of the following day.\n\nAll five of you give an almost audible sigh of relief when the phanaton tells you that your approaching Blood Bay and the rowing seemed less of a burden or a trial then it had before. Soon the waters around the boat began to turn a muddy sort of red that steadily turned a darker and darker red as you progress farther on your little boat ride until you entered into Blood Bay where the waters were crimson and drew steadily closer to the Cove itself when Lakaran gave a call of alarm. Even with Kraken's Cove close to a mile away it was still easy to see the ominous column of smoke that was rising into the air like a thick black oily finger. Haste seemed to be called for and the speed of the rowing increased as the five of you sped to the closest point to the cove to dock without going near the dangerous reefs they had heard about. Even the jungle where you beached was quiet and it was making Xu more then a little nervous. Where was all the hoots, clicks, shrieks, and buzzing that was the normal noise of the jungle?\n\n \n Spoiler \n Need a general formation to go by.\n "
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"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n\nAfter covering their boat with leaves and branches, giving at least anod towards concealing the craft, Erech looks at the others. \"Any guesses how far off that smoke is from us?\" he asks quietly, not wanting to disturb the quiet overmuch, fearing drawing unwanted attention to the group. The dark-skinned human waves the little phanaton forward. \"Care to take the lead? You're probably best equipped to get us where we wish to go, I think,\" Erech says with a small smile, though his eyes seem to continue to water, as if he were crying.\n\nHe readies his new crossbow, loading a bolt into it, then holds it pointed down and to the right of everyone else. \"How 'bout Tristan next, then Lak and Ev, and I can bring up the rear?\" "
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"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n\n Xuzaxa's eyes narrow as the boat lands. He quickly produces both his bow and an arrow from his quiver. He looks around for anything out of the ordinary. He pauses a few seconds after the group is all ashore and tries to hear if there is anything alive in the forest. He casts another furtive glance around before knocking his arrow and taking off towards their destination with a quiet tread.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Move Silently - (1d20+8)[ 23 ] \n Spot - (1d20+6)[ 21 ] \n Listen - (1d20+6)[ 11 ] \n "
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"author": "Saterus",
"message": " Lakaran Tolivar \n\nThe creepy silence of the noiseless jungle sends a shiver down Lakaran's spine. \"Sure, that'll be fine. I don't know where I'm going, nor how to figure it out,\" Lakaran responds to Erech's suggestion. The sand of the beach has started clinging to Lakaran's shoes, so he kicks the hidden boat to knock off most of the sand. He is clearly not in his element, but does not complain. He walks up behind Xu and waits for the rest of the group to take position."
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"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "With no other ideas offered to among the other four, you all uneasily put your hands on your weapons and follow after Xu as he darts off into the deathly silent jungle. The farther you go though, the more you see the reason why all the jungle is silent. The ravaged and mutilated corpses of birds, animals, snakes, anything that could have been alive lay on the ground, teeth and claw marks easily visible on their bodies. But the truly curious thing were that none of the animals were truly...whole, each seemed to have grown or developed some sort of deformity either before or after it's death.\n\nSoon the phanaton returned to the group, eyes wide as he continued to lead the way to areas were life still flourish. Hisses and screeches echoed in the woods as the five witnessed the animal life tearing each other to pieces, a viciously clawed and spiked parrot tore into a tapir with fangs growing from it's back, a snake that had grown legs writhed in agony before finally growing still and those were some of the more...mild sights to be seen. Despite the highly unusual surroundings, none of the animals seemed to even bother with the intruders to their domain, too involved in their own pitched battles. That was until Xu gave a shriek of alarm. Four tiny shapes slipped and squirmed among the tree branches until falling to the ground on the left side of the line. Hideous little deformed monkey's with fang filled mouths and opening weeping sores covering their furry forms hissed and hooted at the five of you and broke into shambling gaits towards their new prey...\n\n \n Spoiler \n I need initiatives. Xu can act in the surprise round and for his normal round (Just let me know which actions are which Erikken.)\n "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n Round One Action \n\nErech takes a step back as he brings up his crossbow and fires at the nearest monkey-thing, not wanting to let it near him. \"Never seen these fellas before!\" he calls to his companions. He then grabs his morningstar from his belt.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Initiative: (1d20+1)[ 13 ] \n 5-foot step away from monkey-things. \n Attack: (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \n Damage (if hit): (1d8)[ 7 ] \n Draw weapon -- move action. \nMy AC is currently 16 with my Pact Augmentation insight bonus;\n HPs 22 .\n "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n\n Xuzaxa looks curiously and disgustedly at the lead monkey. He quickly draws back his bowstring. He chatters a very brief semi-prayer to his phanaton god in his native language before releasing the arrow at the deformed monkey. \"Uf save the abominations' spirits.\" After releasing the first arrow, he takes a quick hop backwards and releases two more arrows in quick succession at the same monkey. What are these abominations? Are they assaulting me because I'm similar? Why did most ignore us? Something is extremely wrong. \n \n Spoiler \n Initiative - (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \n Attack 1 - (1d20+9)[ 16 ] \n Damage 1 - (1d6)[ 4 ] \n Attack 2a - (1d20+7)[ 23 ] \n Damage 2a - (1d6)[ 1 ] \n Attack 2b - (1d20+7)[ 14 ] \n Damage 2b - (1d6)[ 6 ] \nOOC: He fires once in the surprise round. In the first round, he takes a five foot step back and rapid shots the one he shot in the surprise round. 19 AC 24 HP\n\nAlso, Knowledge: Nature - (1d20+3)[ 14 ] to figure out something, anything about what might be going on.\n "
},
{
"author": "Saterus",
"message": " Lakaran Tolivar \n\nThis steaming jungle had so far been the most frightening experience of Lakaran's life. Mutilated animals with horrifying deformities attacking each other seemingly without regard for self preservation. Lakaran had been gripping the stout wooden walking stick he'd grabbed before they set out since they had left the beach. As the monkeys take notice of them and begin towards them, he readies himself. As soon as they fall to the ground, Lakaran slams the stick into the chest of the monkey nearest him.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative: (1d20+5)[ 21 ] \nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 14 ] \nDamage: (1d6+1)[ 2 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan Wolfe \n\nTristan shivers as he turns his head from the deformed, fighting animals, though only in reflex. It was terrible, yes, but it wasn't much more frightening than those zombies....\n\nHe waste no time when he sees Xuzaxa being head upon by the deformed creatures, drawing his rapier and bounding in between him and the creatures, making a lunge for the nearest one.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Initiative - (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \n Attack - (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \n Damage - (1d6)[ 1 ] \n\nTristans AC is 17, 18 with his Dodge Partner[The creature he attacked]. His HP is 19.\n "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "All five of you respond with a an almost trained readiness as the monkey's chase after the chattering Xuzaxa as he releases an arrow at the lead monkey to have it thunk solidly into his target...only to have the arrow forced out of the screaming primate as the wound closed up behind the arrow. Before he could draw more arrows, Lakaran swung his walking stick at another of the little deformed monkeys only to have it nimbly leap over the blow to sink it's hook-like teeth into his hand before falling back to the ground. (1 damage)\n\nWith two loud twangs the phanaton released his next two arrows at the same monkey, noting some success when the second arrow remained partially lodged in the defiled animal's flesh as Tristan approached the same target and deftly plunged his rapier into it. With a loud shriek though, the creature shook off the blow and snap at him angerily, though his scalemail proved sturdy enough to prevent the little ape from getting through.\n\nOnly one of the monkeys kept on it's original target, shrieking madly as it dove at it's prey only for Xuzaxa to step aside and swat it with his bow (just a cinematic 😉 ) to push it farther back from himself.\n\nTristan didn't have as much luck when the last monkey went right for him, grabbing hold of his leg and sinking sharp little teeth into his lower leg and shaking it's head before the bald man was able to kick it off and make an awkward pass at it with his rapier only to have the little critter evade him. Luckily the missed stab pulled him out of the way of the wayward crossbow bolt that went flying past and when he looked over at Erech incredulously, the man gave an apologetic shrug.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Xuzaxa's Knowledge check information: The closest thing he's heard of to this is when animals have become diseased or ill (Rabies for civilized folk), but never has he heard of it actually twisting an animal into something else.\n\nJust a note: Some things I'll add into combat descriptions to make it look neater to read or for my own enjoyment but have no actual effect mechanically, if your against this just lemme know and I won't do it for you. Also, certain rolls that your character wouldn't know about (Certain saves (Poison, disease, failing a drained level save), skill checks (passively listening/spotting/searching), etc.) I'll make in private because they send up red flags to you guys and may influence your characters when it shouldn't. Nothing personal, and look at it this way. If a failed roll I make for you would otherwise mess up my storyline I may fudge it a bit in your favor...not entirely, but just a little. 😉\n "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n Round Two Action \n\nThe dark-skinned man aims a finger at the monkey-thing attacking Lakaran. A bolt of lightning sizzles from the sky and strikes the creature, imposing a distinct stench upon the area. \"Sorry, but I must end your misery, little one,\" he mutters under his breath.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Lightning Strike Damage (Ref DC 15): (3d6)[ 9 ] \nIf I need to move to within 30', please do so. 🙂\nMy AC is currently 16 with my Pact Augmentation insight bonus;\n HPs 22 .\nAs far as making certain rolls for us goes, I've no complaints. It makes good sense. And I like the summarized round of actions edited for appearance. It's a nice touch.\n "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n\n Xuzaxa frowns as his arrows appear defective. He takes a quick hop back and fires two more arrows at the one he injured. They are weak but powerful. We must take them out one at a time! \n \n Spoiler \nFive foot step back. Still rapid shooting.\n Attack1: - (1d20+7)[ 10 ] \n Damage1: - (1d6)[ 6 ] \n Attack2: - (1d20+7)[ 27 ] \n Damage2: - (1d6)[ 3 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan \n\nTristan freaks out when the monkey grabs on, losing all sense to stab it while it's still stuck to leg and not moving. As he kicks it off, he misses his chance to poke it. He side steps around it, waving his sword menacingly on the right of the creature before feinting over to the opposite side and making a stab.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1d20+3)[ 8 ] \n Damage - (1d6)[ 3 ] \n\nTristans AC is 17, 18 with his Dodge Partner[The creature he attacked]. His HP is 19.\n "
},
{
"author": "Saterus",
"message": " Lakaran Tolivar \n\nLakaran tries desperately to get the primate's jaws off of him by kicking futilely at the small creature. It seems to let go and fall back to the ground, rather than responding to his inept kicks. Shocked more than hurt, Lakaran prepares for a second swing with his staff. Not wanting a repeat of the primate's successful attack, he puts every ounce of attention and strength into the swing.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 12 ] \nDamage: (1d6+1)[ 3 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "In some ways it seemed as if everyone had merely repeated what they had done, but to different effects then before. Lakaran once again proved that the little deformed animals were nimble as he took a swing at the hook-mouthed monkey, just to have it avoid the blow and try to bite him once more. Thankfully he was able to yank back his tender flesh before the...animal could get a hold of him. Xuzaxa's arrows proved to be about as effective as before except for the first arrow that went whizzing by it's mark while the other thunked into it's target and stuck to it.\n\nTristan's troubles seemed only to have just begun as his blows swung wide but at least his opponents were having just as much luck, hissing and clawing at him but unwilling to get close enough for him to stick them with his rapier. But with a crack and a boom a lightening bolt came out of the sky and struck one of the miserable animals dead on, jerking and spasming until it was over. The smell of scorched pus and flesh came off of the bolt's target but it remained standing. How, was a mystery though since it seemed to be at the point where it should have dropped to the ground unconcsious.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Round of misses on my side. x.x\n "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n Round Three Action \n\nErech shakes his head and directs another bolt at the same creature even as he moves a little away from his companions. \"Please rest in peace, little one,\" he says quietly.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Lightning Strike Damage (Ref DC 15): (3d6)[ 12 ] \nMove so I'm 20' or so from the guys, and within 30' of the creature I'm blasting.\nMy AC is currently 16 with my Pact Augmentation insight bonus;\n HPs 22 .\n "
},
{
"author": "Saterus",
"message": " Lakaran Tolivar \n\nSeeing the one little beast struck by lighting still standing, Lakaran asks to no one in particular, \"what are these things?\" \n\nAnnoyed with the nimble creature, Lakaran tries to slam the blunt end of the staff into it's neck like a spear. Hopefully the creature won't foresee the change in tactics and will be caught off guard when it expects another wild, arcing swing.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack: (1d20+2)[ 4 ] Note: My change in tactics isn't meant to change anything rules-wise, just flavor-wise and hopefully luck-wise.\nDamage: (1d6+1)[ 3 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan \n\nTristan wasn't very happy with his successive misses, though there was no need to risk himself to make a connection with his blade. The monkeys didn't seem to be having much luck hitting him either, so it was only a matter of time. He sticks as far away from the monkey being pelted with lighting; He didn't want anything to do with the little lightning rod.\n\nHe keeps strafing around his target, looking for an opening. He kicks some dust up off to the side with his foot, hoping the monkey follows the dust long enough to succeed in his strike.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1d20+3)[ 12 ] \n Damage - (1d6)[ 4 ] \n\nTristans AC is 17, 18 with his Dodge Partner[The creature he attacked]. His HP is 19.\n "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n\n Xu is becoming extremely annoyed with the monkeys. He chatters on in his native language. The other party members are unsure whether he is screaming curses, praying for accuracy, or praying for the monkeys' spirits. He once more launches two arrows at the same monkey.\n\n \n Spoiler \nStill rapid shooting same monkey. He's my arch-nemesis.\n Attack1: - (1d20+7)[ 8 ] \n Damage1: - (1d6)[ 1 ] \n Attack2: - (1d20+7)[ 20 ] \n Damage2: - (1d6)[ 3 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "The swift change of style didn't accomplish quite what Lakaran was hoping to, missing the primate of his own accord this time rather then simply having it dodge out of his way. But it proved more then a little successful in keeping the violent creature away from him and his soft flesh as it snapped it's jaws at him once more, lines of caustic looking drool hanging from it's lower jaw.\n\nXuzaxa's foe proved to be more resilient and canny this time around, avoiding one arrow and having the other pop back out of it, but more alarming was when it leaped for it's prey. Jaws wide, Xuzaxa didn't prove as lucky when hook-shaped teeth sank into the membrane of his wings before he was able to beat back the smaller animal.\n\nAgain Tristan and his foes danced around each other, none of them able to land a solid hit on each other. Whither or not that was a fortunate thing or not couldn't truly be told as another lightening bolt thundered from the sky to strike one of them, this time it'd didn't remain standing and instead collapsed bonelessly to the ground.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Lakaran's change in style didn't seem to help to much. Wrong style perhaps? Just as Xu's arch-nemisis continues to frustrate him. But Monkey C has fallen to lightening. Can you keep doing that round after round? I was fairly certain that you had to wait five rounds between lightening..\n "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan \n\nWith the monkey he was fight fried, Tristan steps back towards the group and frowns. He wasn't able to hit it very much, as little training as he had put into using his weapon, but at least he was able to spare himself any blows (however much skill it requires to dodge sick little monkey-things) Peeved as he was, he pulls out a potion bottle from his belt and pours the contents on his rapier. Spilling quite a bit all over the place, he fans his rapier around drys it out, leaving it with a peculiar blue glow.\n\n \n Spoiler \nStepping back 20 feet and using up a potion of Magic Weapon which will last for 1 minute and provide a +1 bonus to attack.\n "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n\n Xuzaxa drops his bow and quickly comes up with his spear. Still chattering angrily, he jabs the spear at the monkey attached to him. His jab is slow, and he focuses mostly on the monkey, preparing to dodge the thing once he gets it off.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFighting Defensively: AC=21 HP=24? I didn't see a damage listed for the monkey.\n Attack: - (1d20)[ 10 ] \n Damage: - (1d4)[ 1 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n Round Four Action \n\nTears seem to fall freely from the dark man's eyes. He moves once more, closing somewhat with the phanaton and his assailant and directs a bolt to strike the misshapen creature. \"Help's on its way, Xu!\" he calls out to the little ranger.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Lightning Strike Damage (Ref DC 15): (3d6)[ 11 ] \nMy AC is currently 16 with my Pact Augmentation insight bonus;\n HPs 22 .\n "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "Time seemed to go by faster and faster as the battle progressed among you. Lakran's staff finally seemed to find the target it was looking for and knocked the savage critter away just as it was about to bite into him once more. Xu proved lucky in much the same manner as the lightening bolt cracked down against his foe, making it shake from the electrical discharge. Unfortunately his arrows swerved wide and missed his foe. Once the bright light finally faded from the phanaton's eyes he saw the simian animal laid out on the ground, smoke rising up from blackened fur. It shuddered once before it began crawling along the ground, a line of drool leaking from the corner of it's mouth as it slowly pulled itself along after the phanaton and ineffectively snapped at him.\n\nTristan's other little friend proved adamant in it's pursuit of him, chasing after him and ignoring any of the dangers that might come from such a reckless charge. At the last second though Tristan kicked out and caught the monkey in the face before it's sharply hooked fangs could find sensitive flesh. (Tristan gets an AoO) Evan finally shook off his fright, voice becoming high-pitched as his hands went through the motions of a spell, two bright blue darts of magical energy exploding from his hands to pound into Lakran's foe and the weakened monkey crawling after Xuzaxa which finally went limp while the other looked more feverish and wild then ever."
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan \n\nTristan gave a satisfied grin as he hits the monkey in the face. Sure, it didn't do much but knock it back, but it opened up an opportunity to strike. Of course, it should be mentioned it was the first hit since he got bit in the leg, and it felt real good to get payback.\n\nNot one to get caught up in how absolutely wonderful it was to kick ugly, festering monkeys, he followed up during its disorientation to jab at it with his glowing weapon, taking a bit long on the withdrawal but able to get in a series of hasty pokes at the creature, hoping one might strike it's mark.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAoO\n Attack - (1d20+4)[ 11 ] ; Rapier now counts as a magic weapon for DR\n Damage - (1d6+1)[ 5 ] \n Attack - (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \n Damage - (1d6+1)[ 5 ] \n\nHP is still 18/19, AC with current Dodge Partner is 18\n "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n\nXuzaxa moves slowly towards the closest live monkey. He warily circles his opponent. Cautiously, he attacks the monkey with his spear. The cautious attack allows him to quickly swing back into defense against the monkey's counterattack.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC: Still fighting defensively. AC: 21, HP: 19(24)\n Attack: - (1d20)[ 2 ] \n Damage: - (1d4)[ 2 ] \nSorry for checking in late, but Xuzaxa's character sheet was lost.\n "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n Round Five Action \n\nErech directs yet another bolt of lightning down upon the creature harassing Xuzaxa, even as he moves to keep it between himself and the phanaton. \"How's everyone else doin'?\" he calls out to his companions.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Lightning Strike Damage (Ref DC 15): (3d6)[ 9 ] \nMy AC is currently 16 with my Pact Augmentation insight bonus;\n HPs 22 .\n "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "Lakran and his foe continued their deadly dance of swing and miss, eyeing each other warily as the remaining three of the spellcaster's companions finished off the other two. Xuxaza's arrow thudded into the ground beside his target, aim shaky from the bite he had taken to his wing but in the end it didn't matter. The little primate bled out on the ground as it crawled after him. With one final shudder, the horribly deformed animal went still on the ground as it's eyes glazed over...\n\nTristan, to his great surprise, missed the ape's opening but was able to sink the tip of his weapon into the monkey and drew a rather startled reaction from it. It shrieked with pain and writhed as Tristan hastily withdrew his weapon in surprise. Not only had he hit it, but the wound wasn't beginning to close either. Lacking his former target Erech shifted his aim over to the one that had been harassing Lakran, calling down another bolt of lightening with a loud crack that laid the little beast low..."
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n\nXuzaxa quickly switches from his spear back to his bow. He takes a quick look at his battling companions. Seeing that they have everything under control, he stalks forward a little and looks for any other enemies.\n\nOOC: Spot: - (1d20+6)[ 21 ] \nAlso, Xu had been using his spear for the past few attacks, not his bow."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n Round Six Action \n\nAfter having downed another of the creatures, Erech turns to see how the others progress in their own battles. Seeing Lakaran's situation, the binder calls down another bolt upon the creature. \"You all right, Lak?\" he calls out to the mage.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Lightning Strike Damage (Ref DC 15): (3d6)[ 17 ] \n AC is currently 16 with Pact Augmentation insight bonuses;\n HPs 22 .\n "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan \n\nAs Tristan moved in circles with his primate counterpart, dodging, parrying and lunging, he couldn't help but wonder why they hadn't been kicked over the next tree by now. They seemed diseased, but aggressiveness or not, they did not function at all like they were sick; It should be about now they collapsed in exhaustion.\n\n I REALLY don't like this at all... \n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1d20+4)[ 10 ] \n Damage - (1d6+1)[ 2 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "Lakran's foe seemed ready to leap upon him once more, fangs bared and mad eyes gleaming in what little sunlight made it through the canopy, when another crack broke the sound of battle. The lightening bolt left the monkey a burnt husk, the smell of charred meat in the air and dark smoke rising up off of the body. Erech, the maestro of the bolt, looked sadly at the deformed creature before Lakran, Evan, and Erech turned to the last of the hideous monkeys...\n\nXuzaxa left the last of the foes in the capable hands of his comrades as he scampered forward in search of any more foes ready to descend upon them. Peering around he finds no more deformed monkeys in the immiedete area or any other living thing either, only the torn up remains of what was once the native wild life. It would seem that as the frenzied battle in the area had begun to die out, the primates had been the last survivors. But it was something else that drew his sharp eyes, a thick column of black smoke was reaching up into the air but it was hard to distinguish how far away it was from his position on the jungle floor.\n\nTristan, emboldened by his new found success with his rapier proved to be a bit overconfident in his ability to hurt his enemy. Lines of drool hanging down to the ground, the monkey leaped away from the attacks, warily circling before it's madness compelled it to leap for Tristan's throat only to be batted away like a rag doll when Evan solidly thwacked it with a handy piece of wood."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n Round Seven Action \n\nSeeing only the creature still battling Tristan, Erech directs a bolt at it hoping to finish the creature off so the group can finally move forward. \"Are they being directed, or just wantonly attacking?\" \n \n Spoiler \n Lightning Strike Damage (Ref DC 15): (3d6)[ 12 ] \n AC is currently 16 with Pact Augmentation insight bonuses;\n HPs 22 .\n "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n \"They are plagued. Stalling us from cove arrival. Something is burning. Xuzaxa thinks is a ship. Deal with last one; we must hurry!\" "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan \n\nTristan takes a final stab at the monkey, stepping back quickly before Erechs' lighting bares down. \"No objections here, fuzzy one.\" , he says, prepared to get moving to the next point if the monkey was dead or not.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack then 5-foot step away\n\n Attack - (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \n Damage - (1d6+1)[ 3 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n...This worries me...its not you guys aren't good characters and whatnot...but misses and rolls like that worry me.\n \n\n\nWith Evan and Tristan keeping the small critter at bay it was simple for Erech to blast it yet another time with a bolt of lightening...And then it lay still, mouth open as if in another hungry shriek with smoke rising from it's 'cooked' flesh. Xuzaxa's news proved worrying though and with nary any hesitance all of you turn towards Kraken's Cove...except for one.\n\nEvan stood where he had been before the attack, looking ashamed and ashamed of himself. When asked why he was waiting though he could only respond. \"I can't take this anymore...not stuff like this. I'm...I'm going to go back to the boat...wait for you guys there.\"\n\nWith a mournful look in his eyes the wizard waves a farewell to you as he turns to trek back along the path that had lead him here in the first place. After waiting a silent moment it a nervous titter by Xuzaxa that brought all of you back to reality and your goal. Forsaking stealth, everything that could hurt you seemed to be dead, the four of you set out at a brisk jog with the phanaton as your guide.\n\nTristan: \n Spoiler \n As you proceed towards the cove, you can feel the bite on your foot pulse painfully at the jarring pace that had been set. Despite the heat of the jungle, or rather maybe because of, your already sweating badly...\n \n\n\nSoon all of you can see the pillar of smoke in the sky, towering ominously in an otherwise clear day. The smell of something burning wasn't too far off and through a break in the tree's ahead, you can glimpse the blood red waters of Blood Bay and Kraken's Cove. Picking up the pace, nothing a moment or two's rest wouldn't fix, you stumble out of the jungle undergrowth into the harsh glare of sun. Blinking rapidly, it's hard to make out the scene down below but when you do it's more then a little alarming.\n\nKraken's Cove was on fire.\n\nIn the sheltered cove below, an inferno rages atop the water. Several ships, including a two-masted caravel, a sizeable frigate, a long barge, and what might have once been a schooner are all ablaze. Further out, a three-masted caravel seems to have escaped the fire-for now. A shiny slick on the surface of the water itself burns as well, creating a wall of wood and flame. The heat rises in searing sheets, and the roar of the flaming maelstrom mixed with the crashing surf masks any other sounds that might be issuing up from below. Through periodic gaps in the smoke, however, movement on the beach is visible-something still lives in the inferno below.\n\nSmoke could possibly fill the air at this spot with the wrong breeze, but none of you feel that worry. Instead the curious thing was that none of the ships had any noise from them, like that of a desperate crew trying to snuff out the flames or even of those who had been trapped and screaming in terror. For a pirate cove, things were awfully quiet...\n\nA worn and old looking walkway descends down the eastern side of the Cove's walls to a small stretch of beach pressed against the rock face. It doesn't appear to have been used in a long while but the rocky protrusions of the Cove's walls offer plenty of handhold for one to keep their balance on the rickety wooden path."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n\nThe dark-skinned binder stands agape for a long moment before snapping his mouth shut and snorting. \"Well. There's somethin' ya don't see everyday, huh? Or hear. Or don't hear. Ya get the point,\" he says. \"Down the steps, then, gents?\" Erech asks with a flourish of his hand indicating the staircase."
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n\n The phanaton looks on the scene with horror. Something was wrong. The ships should not be burning like that. He couldn't see or hear any of the crew, so he assumed that they must have already been 'dealt with.' He brings out his bow and readies an arrow. As the others head down the stairs, he gazes out over the water at the non-flaming boat, trying to make out any crew or action on board. Perhaps something out of the ordinary.\n\n Spot - (1d20+8)[ 10 ] "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan \n\nTristan grits his teeth as he runs, slipping once or twice as he runs as the pain in his leg makes it difficult to step on it. He keeps up with the two others, but only with a crooked look on his face. He wipes his brow, sweating profusely in the jungle heat. None the less, he shivers once he reaches a stop.\n\nHe looks down at the boats, striking a thought at the edge of his mind. He closes his eyes and tries to focus on it. \"Hey guys, don't all of these flaming ships remind you of our Employer's siblings mode of operation? I'll put a silver to it he might have been here, but let's find out.\" \n\nCurling his arms around his chest, he proceeds down with the others, curious to what they'll see once getting closer."
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "After a moment of hesitation deciding who'd be going first and second, that sort of thing, and in the end it was decided Tristan would go first, followed by Erech, and Xuzaxa, with Lakaran bringing up the rear after arguing with the phanaton about it. The mage seemed pale faced and a little shakey, but then again lots of people are scared of heights.\n\nXuzaxa:\n \n Spoiler \n Though you peer closely down at the only ship still intact, you find it absent of any life aboard it. No crew or anything else walks about the deck, though the ship looks well-used from your limited experience with them.\n \n\n\nWith this in mind, the four of you began to set down the rickety wooden walkway when something alarming is heard. Once Xuzaxa stepped unto the walkway as well, it began to creak ominously under the strain, and with a worried look amongst yourselves the small ranger wisely steps back unto firm ground. So instead of traveling down all at once you decide to spread out to lessen the weight at any given point. Traveling down the sea-water slicked boards prove tricky, and Lakaran almost slipped twice if it wasn't for desperate grabs and Xuzaxa's agile reaction-time.\n\nWhite-tipped blood red waves crashed against the walls of the cove, the noise of the blaze on the water nearly overwhelming it...\n\n \n Spoiler \n Need Spot and Listen checks from everyone.\n "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n\n As they continue along the walkway, Xuzaxa can't help but inwardly congratulate himself on his superior dexterity helping prevent falling. He remains alert as they progress along.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spot: - (1d20+8)[ 22 ] \n[roll=Listen:]1d20+8[/roll]\n "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": "My bad...\n\n Listen: - (1d20+8)[ 23 ] "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan \n\nTristan stops and observes the waves for a few moments, pondering on their appearance. It wasn't a mystery for sure, but..\n\n \"This would make a wonderful painting, don't you think? Really, this is a classic image in the making right here.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot - (1d20+4)[ 16 ] \n Listen - (1d20+4)[ 11 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n\nThe binder snickers at Tristan's comment. \"I think your sense of aesthetics is a little skewed, friend! An' yes, it does remind of the Lady's brother's modus operandi,\" he adds quietly as he surveys the scene.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSorry, gang! I'm around, but busy and slowly catching up to the present postings.\nBaby + Holiday = No Time... ☹️\n'Preciate y'all's patience. 😁\n Listen: (1d20+1)[ 2 ] \n Spot: (1d20+1)[ 21 ] \nWow! How's that for Far Ends of the Spectrum?!\n "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "All three of you see the two masted flaming caravel moving farther out then it's moorings should allow, but only the phanaton can hear the snap as those very same moorings broke free to allow the ship to drift with the tide.\n\nAt first that didn't seem so bad....until one noticed the flaming ship was careening towards the very same walkway that you all were standing on. Kraken's Cove drove the flaming ship towards the rickety walkway and it suddenly become a lot more pressing to get to the bottom as the heat from the fire could be felt and the ship turned so it's starboard side was faced towards the cliff.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Balance checks are needed if your going to run...which I assume you will.\n "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n \"OY! Move, mates!\" Erech cries as he sprints forward, awkwardly trying to keep his balance.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Balance: (1d20+1)[ 11 ] \nPlease gimme a good roll..... 😦\nUgh. Two cookies says my next roll is an 11...\n "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n\n The phanaton immediately takes off down the walkway. \"Move! Quickly speedy fastness! Runrunrun!\" His eyes are wide in fear and immediately after he stops warning his companions he immediately begins chattering in his native language what seems to be a prayer to a diety called Uf.\n\n Balance: - (1d20+4)[ 13 ] "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan Wolfe \n\nTristan gazes wide-eyed at the moving ship, not sure whether to be frightened or amused at being run down by an unmanned sea vessel while still standing. Right along with Erech and Xuzaxa, he runs for his life.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Balance - (1d20+2)[ 7 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "With the word haste given entirely new significance, the four of you quickly run as fast as the slippery walkway would allow down to the safe looking stretch of sand at the very bottom of it. Just as Erech and Tristan reached the base of the walkway, turning around to shout encouragement to their comrades still in danger of the flaming caravel, they heard a shout of dismay come from the mage Lakaran seconds before he tumbled free of the walkway.\n\nFlailing his arms desperately, Lakaran managed to grab hold of the rocky cliff face nary five feet down from where he had fallen, but the ship was coming on fast. Xuzaxa paused in his flight to scurry back, chattering in a panic as he extended his spear down towards the human so he could grab hold and perhaps climb back up, but it went unnoticed. Lakaran was staring down at the frothing waves below with the inborn terror of someone who was confronted with one of their worst fears and never noticed the helping hand. Finally it seemed too late, Xuzaxa could feel the heat stronger then ever and when he looked up, he could see the broadside of the ship swiftly closing in. The phanaton could even see the bronze nameplate for the ship, emblazoned with the name The Slippery Eel on it before he was forced to flee. Scampering along desperately, Xu flung himself off the ramp once he had gained enough distance and spread his 'wings' wide.\n\nNot a moment too soon either as the Eel crashed into the cliff wall with a thunderous boom and the creak of of stressed and broken timber. Lakaran couldn't be seen inside of that inferno and red hot cinders went flying in every direction. The blast of heated air that had been forced out when the ship had hit the wall sent Xu tumbling through the air, unable to right himself until he felt soft sand encompassing him...\n\nWhen Tristan and Erech hurried over to see if the phanaton was okay, the only ill effects seemed to be having sand practically...well everywhere and being a little dizzy, luckily he hadn't hurt anything in his glide. Now that they were on the beach though, they could see several things much more clearly. The fifty-foot wide beach separates the burning waters of Kraken's Cove from the cliffs to the north. A ten-foot-wide cave opens at the base of the cliff to the northwest, while to the northeast several planks provide a crude bridge across a tide pool to a second, smaller cave entrance. The swaths of blood and ragged body parts strewn across the beach testify to a terrible and recent battle upon the sands here. Broken crates and bamboo cages litter the area, blood and bits of bone sprayed across bolts of silk and cracked barrels of ambergris seeping into the coarse, rocky sand. A number of mangled corpses, each stripped nearly clean of flesh and bone cracked open, lie strewn about the beach. The casualties are staggering, with a quick count putting the dead at nearly twenty. Not too far away though was the only whole ship in the entire Cove...\n\nIt was a surprisingly majestic and proud looking three-masted caravel. Her sails are decorated with a stylized wyvren; tail raised threateningly over it's back as if ready to strike at an enemy. Even it's fearsome figurehead continues this motif: a powerful wyvern with wings, crouches at the prow. This ship has seen plenty of action too; her hull marred with scrapes and dents, and a single huge claw mark rakes across starboard a scar deliberately left in place. From what you can tell from your vantage point, you can even see wyvern heads acting as the spokes for the ship's wheel."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n \"That was intense. Poor Lak!\" he says solemnly, bowing his head a moment before looking up and out over the water, even as he makes sure the little phanaton is steady on his own feet. \"And that,\" Erech indicates the only whole ship present, \"is the best-lookin' ship I think I've ever seen. Must be the baddie's, eh?\" he adds with a chuckle."
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n\n Xuzaxa looks in petrified fear at the remains of the ship. The quest was dangerous, but he hadn't expected any of them to die. They needed to get this finished before the body count got any bigger. \"We go! Kill the treacherous friend and family slaying evil!\" Xuzaxa gabs his bow and an arrow from his quiver. He nocks the arrow to his bow and looks to the cave entrance. He pauses a second, his foot still hovering in the air and looks over at the wyvern ship. \"Cave or ship? Should torch his ship too?\" "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan Wolfe \n\nTristan bows his head at the horrific death of Lakaran, maintaining silence for some time before turning around enthusiastically and nodding to his furry companion. \"Quite a good idea you have there my friend! I would normally suggest saving any valuables from such a lovely ship prior to burning, but I think Vanthus has harmed our lady enough to leave his dirty gems to the fire.\" \n\nHe gazes again at the ship with it's wyverns, spying back and forward across its length and gives a short whistle before hesitantly looking back at his two companions. \"But... It is a very nice ship. Be a shame to burn it. No way we could commandeer the vessel, or with us three is such impossible?\" "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "The question Tristan brought up was indeed a valuable one, and he and Erech approached the vessel with a certain degree of caution to try and determine just that. As the two drew closer to the ship they could make out the brass nameplate set into the side of the caravel, declaring the ship the Sea Wyvern by name. Unfortunately, few as they were, it'd be close to impossible to be able to realistically pilot the ship out of Kraken's Cove. Especially since it didn't appear as if the three had the skills necessary to captain or guide the ship especially well or even have the bare minimum crew to ensure everything at least could be run.\n\nXuzaxa approached the ship from the shadowed side, easier to try and hide if need be, and looked for a good place to start climbing aboard. His course of action was abruptly shortened when his left foot caught on something jagged in the sand and tripped him. After the surprise had faded, the phanaton hesitantly crawled back and began to dust the reddish-beige sand from his discovery. A discovery that appeared as the metallic statue of a man, though one 7 feet tall and of an exaggeratedly masculine physique. His blue-grey 'skin' occasionally sparkles through encrustations of barnacles, coral, and other oceanic growths. His head is mostly clear, though is made mainly of warped, grayed wood outlined, perhaps once artistically, with rusty metal, zig-zagging about his cranium. He is dented and crushed in spots, and several enromous, serrated teeth are still embedded here and there about him."
},
{
"author": "The Vorpal Tribble",
"message": "The head remains motionless but for a moment before slowly turning to look at the being that unearthed it with the screech of protesting metal. Slanted, predatory eyes made of polished, blood-red gems gleam in the light, one of the few bits of the creature not seeming to be dulled or encrusted.\n\nA gravely burbling comes from its gaping mouth."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n\nShaking his head, Erech looks at Tristan. \"What now, Captain Courageous? I don't think we can manage this beast by ourselves.\" "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n\n As soon as the thing starts moving, Xuzaxa scampers away from its burial place chattering in his language. Once he is far enough away from it, he turns and aims his bow at the giant. When he speaks, his voice is curious, but with an undertone of fear. \"Smart? What happens to bury you?\" "
},
{
"author": "The Vorpal Tribble",
"message": "The creature tries to sit up, but can only manage a partial tilt. It appears highly corroded and when it moves its jaws again brine pours forth, frothing slightly.\n\nIt manages to move one arm slightly, which holds a mighty harpoon at least as tall as the wielder that seems untouched by the elements. The edges are serrated and razor sharp, and the handle could have been polished that morning. The metallic fingers seem to be rusted into a permanent grip upon the weapon."
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan Wolfe \n\nTristan does not take his eyes off the construction to answer Erechs question. I... I'm not sure,\" he said with a bit of fear. Those eyes didn't exactly seem happy to him. \"All things considered, we ought to get onto that boat immediately.\" \n\nSlowly, Capitan Courageous backs away from the rusted creature, \"We'll run on three, alright guys?\" "
},
{
"author": "The Vorpal Tribble",
"message": "*CRRRREAAKAAAATE*\n\nThe creature turns its head again to observe Tristan with a seeming attempt at alacrity. It gurps slightly less liquidly this time but still nothing but waterlogged noises come from its mouth... and the pincher of a large crab. It crawls out and scuttles along to wedge itself between some growths amongst the metallic being's back."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n\nTurning to see what it is that Tristan is so afraid of, Erech notices the creature. \"Well, what 'ave we 'ere?\" he asks amiably, though he neither moves forward or retreats a step. \"I may be wrong -- an' that'd be bad for us, or me, I dunno -- but 'e doesn't look like 'e's part of the pillagin' crew to me.\" \n \n Spoiler \nCallos: Do I have any ideas of what it/he might be?\nSorry for the delayed post. Busy-busy weekend!\n "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n\n Xuzaxa retreats a few more paces back from the creature. \"Does not look friendly happy. Dangerous. Where are we going? Let it help itself.\" The phanaton looks at the ship with hatred in his eyes."
},
{
"author": "The Vorpal Tribble",
"message": "The being allows itself to fall to the side, gallons of water spilling out onto the sand from his mouth.\n\n\"Repair!\" it croaks, the voice muffled by it lying face-down. \"I have special oils. Administer to me.\""
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan Wolfe \n\nCatiously, Tristan looks over to Erech. \"I don't suppose you'd be so kind as to administer said oils to the statue? Xu and I have your back.\" Out of nowhere, two silvered daggers appear in his hand, ready to be throw at the first sign of treachery.\n\n Gah! Oil... Willing person... Why couldn't the darn thing look more feminine!? The gods must be laughing at me now... "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n\nErech hesitates a moment, contemplating the situation. With a shrug, he moves to and kneels beside the living statue. He glances back at Tristan and Xu and nods.\n\nTurning back to face the tin man , Erech asks with a note of concern, \"Where, friend, are yer oils?\" "
},
{
"author": "The Vorpal Tribble",
"message": "The being motions in the general area of its shoulder covered in marine growths. Though the face does not allow for motion, the creature seems almost... embarrassed. As if its condition was shameful."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n\nErech clears the barnacles away, looking for the indicated oils."
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "As the metal and wood being had indicated, Erech cleared away the obstructing barnacles, mollusks, and crabs in the proper area to find a cleverly concealed compartment installed there. Upon opening it up he discovers it to be holding a fair quantity of sea-water, not to mention several vials that usually contained potions, poisons, alchemist's fire, and things of that nature. With the assumption that these were in fact the things the being meant, the man un-stoppered one of the vials and handed to the creature who began to rub it over various busted looking parts.\n\nXuzaxa, who had quickly turned his attention to the beach and was poking around the various rubble curiously, stopped for a moment as he heard a noise. Like that of wood or glass falling unto wet sand. Before the phanaton could investigate though the source made itself readily apparent. There where was only one of the...things, and like the monkeys in the woods the sight of it was more then a little revolting. It may have once been a man, but now its gray skin, strangly flapping arms and legs, and the vacant eyed vestigal head hanging from it's neck make it anything but. Yet perhaps worse of all is the creature's mouth, a cavernous wound in its twisted face filled with a twisting landscape of teeth, a mouth designed for one thing only-the tearing of flesh from bone. Dressed in tattered studded leather it also clutched a rusty scimitar in one hand and looked down the beach with hunger in it's black eyes.\n\nJust after the first crawled out of the rubble, another followed after it with a line of drool hanging down from the vestigal head's maw as if eager for a new meal. A meal that, if the red tinge on the blades and teeth where any indication, would be soon after a previous one..."
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan \n\nTristan looks over at the noise being driven up from Xuzaxa's direction, dropping his daggers instantly at the sight. \"Erech... Thing. We've got another one of those sickly creatures coming.\" \n\nHands free, Tristan claps them together for a moment in prayer like fashion, then draws them apart and readies his rapier for the monster.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCasting Divine Favor , +1 to attack and damage for 10 rounds. Dodge partner set to the first monster.\n "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n \"Dammit!\" the binder curses as he notices the newcomers. He stands and draws his rapier from his belt. \"I'm just gonna blast 'em like before, Tristan, but not til they're within ten yards of me. I'll start with the back one, eh?\" \n \n Spoiler \nHold action until it's within 60 feet or so, then move to 30 feet distant and drop Lightning Strike on the second one.\n Lightning Strike (Ref DC 15): (3d6)[ 13 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "The Vorpal Tribble",
"message": "The oils work magic upon the metallic fellow. Rust gives way to a vibrant sheen of metallic blue and the wood becomes richly polished mangrove. Though the sea encrustations do not appear affected the being now seems to wear them like another would a battle scar. Itstands slowly as if expecting resistance but then straightens proudly.\n\n\"OOOOOO ARGHHH WAAAAA TEEE eee eee eee!!!\" it sings in a strange, warbly cry.\n\nIt then looks down at Erech and bows deeply to him.\n\n\"A debt I owe now to you.\" it intones when the creatures show themselves.\n\n\"What beasts be these?\" it questions curiously."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n \"Don't worry 'bout it.\" Erech shrugs, but smiles at the newly risen creature. \"Them? I dunno. Some sorta twisted or infected man. We ran into some monkeys with similar issues in the jungle. Whatever they are, they don't like us much,\" he says. \"Oi. I'm Erech, that's Tristan and the little one is Xu. How're you called?\" the binder indicates his companions in turn."
},
{
"author": "The Vorpal Tribble",
"message": "\"Sharkbait.\" the being says proudly, as if it were a title. It then steps forward towards the creatures and holds its spear before it.\n\n\"BEGONE! GO!\" it roars and slams the handle of his spear against his chest with a metallic bong ."
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan \n\nTristan shakes his head at Sharkbait. \"That's not going to work friend.\" \n\nGiving only silent acknowledgment back to Erech, he steps between him and the first of the monsters, preparing himself for what will be the first blow.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n Final part of first round, move action.\n Initiative - (1d20+2)[ 8 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n\n The creatures were back. Xuzaxa looked upon the revolting creatures with anger welling up in him once more. These things threatened the life of him and his companions, and there was nothing he could do to stop them. Hurriedly, he rushes back to the group, once more chattering a prayer to Uf in his native language. He stops when he is once more with the group and takes up his spear in a defensive stance.\n\nOOC: Run back to the group then start fighting defensively.\n\n Init: - (1d20+4)[ 14 ] "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "Beady black eyes swerved over to follow the brown furry being as it scampered back over stand in front of his fellows with his spear held out to defend himself, and the lead creature broke into a lurching run over the sand and debris. Angled to cut off Xuzaxa, the toothy maw snapped shut a second to late to catch the fleeing morsel's foot as the chattering phanaton rejoined his companions and set himself properly for a defensive approach.\n\nThe closest of the monsterous beings broke into it's own lurching charge as Sharkbait creaked to 'his' feet. With a squeal like that of a cat being run over by a rusty wagon Sharkbait lurches his arm back and launches his harpoon with surprising force towards the charging monster. Despite the impressive power behind the throw, the agile creature side-stepped the missile as Tristan stepped in front of Erech. A crack of thunder announced the lightening bolt as the blue bolt streaked out of the sky for the second and farther away creature, who only managed to partially leap out of it's path.\n\nTensing, Tristan readied his weapon as the first one neared, raising it in a simple guard that was easy to defend from. Only to have the monster batter aside his rapier as if it were a small stick and tackle him to the ground. A ball of kicking and biting, the two rolled across the sand and rubble as the powerful creature struggled to force the smaller man to the ground. A line of yellow spit dangled from the vestigial head as Tristan stared eye to eye with the creature, one arm pressed against it's throat to keep it's gaping fang-filled mouth from his face. Then, to his surprise it spoke to him in gibbering common.\n\n\"Are you with him?! You'll pay for this ill work and feed me hunger!\" were the only words he could make out before the creature, which he was beginning to get the horrifying clue it used to be a man, was again leaping for his throat.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCreature Two misses Xuzaxa and is blasted, though partially dodged. Creature One successfully iniate's a grapple attack and STR check on Tristan ((Rolled those for you for speed's sake))\n\nCreature 2: -6 HP\nCreature 1: No damage taken so far.\n "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n \"Sharkbait! Help Tristan, please!\" the binder bellows as he assesses the situation, pointing his rapier towards his grappled companion and hoping the newly restored creature was a capable warrior. With a thought, Erech directs another lightning strike down on his previous target.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAnother Lightning Strike on the second one, move to keep it within 30'.\n Lightning Strike (Ref DC 15): (3d6)[ 13 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "The Vorpal Tribble",
"message": "With a practiced motion Sharkbait yanks hard on the rope attached to the harpoon and it sails back, smacking with a clunk against his hand.\n\nIn the same moment he bends his knees and leaps towards the struggling couple. His grip shifts to the middle of the shaft and facing directly behind the creature he comes down with the serrated point.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nAttack - (1d20+6)[ 7 ] \nDamage (using power attack) - (1d10+6)[ 9 ] \n\nGAH! A nat 1... hope I don't take out my team mate...\n "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan \n \" AAAAAAAAAAH!! \" is about all Tristan can manage as he's dragged into the sand. There really isn't much more a man can add to the previous statement to describe to his companions exactly what he was experiencing. The drool alone hanging over his face was enough to drive him into a fit of fear (gods only know what it had eaten post-mutation), but to have such a man, if you could still call him such, directly in your face trying to rip your head off by the neck was not something that did not leave at least some noticeable shiver in the spine.\n\nToo caught up in his own survival, Tristan barely takes account of the creatures words and completely misses any meaning they have. \"Get off of me!\" , he shouts out as he attempts to turn the situation in his favor, unaware of the harpoon heading his way.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOpposed Grapple Check to Pin Creature #1, with a whooping +2 (+3 if you counted Divine Favor towards it).\n Grapple Check - (1d20+2)[ 8 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n\n Xuzaxa looks helplessly at Tristan, but then diverts his attention to the next creature. As he worries about it assaulting him in the same way, he moves between it and Erech, spear still held defensively."
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "Xuzaxa's foe crouched low in the sand, passing it's weapon back from one hand to the other as if pondering how best to eat the phanaton. Seconds later the sharp weapon lashed out to be handily picked off by the phanaton's spear drawing a frustrated growl from the creature. Erech's lightening bolt all but sheared off one of it's arms from it's torso, and black blood spurted from the wound. As if un-phased, it switched it's weapon to the good hand and let out a pained howl.\n\nSharkbait had even less luck this time then it had before, burying itself into the sand inches past Tristan's and the creature's heads, drawing startled looks from them both. Twisting back to look at each other Tristan's struggles proved futile as the creature kept him pinned. A second later Tristan let out another yell as the previously limp head opened it's eyes and lunged for him. Only a reflex let Tristan bring his buckler around to bash the toothy maw away before it could find his flesh.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCreature Two misses Xuzaxa and is blasted, though partially dodged...again. Creature One keeps his grapple, but Tristan's shield saves him from a bite.\n\nCreature 2: -12 HP\nCreature 1: No damage taken so far.\n "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n\nShaking his head, the binder grins ferally. \"Xu. I'm gonna give Trist a hand, try and hold it off for a bit,\" he growls then directs a bolt into Tristan's assailant. \"Do for yourself,\" he mutters to himself, \"for that's all you can rely on.\" \n \n Spoiler \nLightning Strike on Tristan's buddy, move to keep it within 30'.\n Lightning Strike (Ref DC 15): (3d6)[ 14 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan \n\nTristan continues to struggle, all the more in case the next harpoon might hit a target. He keeps his shield angled towards the second head, more to avoid looking at the deformity and vomiting on his foe than a true protective stance.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Grapple Check - (1d20+2)[ 16 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n\n Xuzaxa looks upon his opponent's face only out of pure necessity. The horrid features are revolting to him and he is sure that the abomination of nature needs to be destroyed. He does not attack; however, he remembers how ineffective his spear and bow were against the monkeys. There's little hope that his weapons would be effective against there larger beasts. The phanaton continues standing in the monster's path, focusing all his efforts on defense. Hopefully his friends will be able to defeat the creatures."
},
{
"author": "The Vorpal Tribble",
"message": "OOC: What's the initiative?"
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "OOC: \n Spoiler \nPretty much we post our round's actions and go from there. We actually didn't do Init, except Xu, I think.\n\nIf needed: Initiative: (1d20+1)[ 3 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "The Vorpal Tribble",
"message": "Sharkbait's eyes seem to glow with a great annoyance. Instead of going for his harpoon he clutches his hands together and brings them down upon the back of the creature with all it's strength.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack = (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \nDamage = (1d4+7)[ 8 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "The facedown in the sand continued, the two eying each other warily as if waiting for the other to make his move and it was the creature that acted first. It's sword arm snapped out with lightening quickness at his furry little target and scored a deep bloody groove in Xuzaxa's right arm. Erech looked desperately for a moment to throw another lightening bolt at the creature atop Tristan, but the two men in the sand never gave a clear shot for the frustrated binder.\n\nSharkbait proved the one to give the flailing Tristan the aid he needed, bringing down those heavy hands on the transmuted man's back and making him buckle for a moment. Head whipping around to glare daggers from those beady black eye as Tristan took advantage of the distraction. Working his legs up until his feet were planted in his opponent's chest the bald man heaved and bodily threw the creature off him and away, giving Erech the perfect chance to aim another lightening bolt at the frantically scrambling being.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Tristan escapes from the grapple! Xuzaxa takes 7 points of damage from his opponent!\n\nCreature One: -7 hp\nCreature Two: -12 hp\n "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Erech Agius \n \"Good! You're on yer feet! I'll help Xu now!\" Erech says with a nod as he turns back to the phanaton and his opponent. \"I'm comin', Xu!\" With a thought another bolt of lightning strikes the creature.\n\n \n Spoiler \nLightning Strike on Xu's buddy, move to keep it within 30'.\n Lightning Strike (Ref DC 15): (3d6)[ 8 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " Tristan \n\nAfter kicking off the creature, Tristan flips his legs over his back then swings them forward to get up onto his feet, though faltering backwards a step due to the weight of his armor. He gives his rapier a flourish in his hand to returns its feeling of balance before lunging at the creature.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack - (1d20+4)[ 23 ] \n Damage - (1d6+1)[ 4 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "The Vorpal Tribble",
"message": "OOC: *returns from a several day internet downage*\n\nIs the creature even close to alive anymore for me to bother posting an attack?"
},
{
"author": "The Vorpal Tribble",
"message": "Sharkbait rolls to the side and onto the ground to fetch its harpoon. It comes up to one knee with the brutal weapon and leans forward powerfully to spit the beastman right through.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack = (1d20+6)[ 20 ] \nDamage (with power attack) = (1d10+6)[ 14 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Erikkin",
"message": " Xuzaxa: \n\n Xuzaxa grimaces in pain, but keeps his eyes focused on the monster confronting him. His spear is ready to interpose any blow the creature sends his way. \"Abomination. Xuzaxa sickened by your face.\" "
}
] |
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{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": "The Tarterian depths of Carceri, the prison plane, the land of the banished or simply Tartarus is one of the lower planes that, instead of reflecting an alignment and being filled with exemplars of that alignment is a plane populated by outcasts of the highest order. The ruling powers of every plane and the heads of every pantheon-with the exception of the Abyss-have banished their worst enemies and traitors to their cause into Tartarus for countless millenia. While Hell is a plane filled with devils ruled by Asmodeus' iron fist, it is an orderly place and, to some extent, mortals and other lower beings following the rules there are virtually safe. And while Gehenna and Hades are endless expanses of war and desolation, war and despair-while extremely dangerous-are nothing new in Creation. But just as the Abyss is the home of all those powers of destruction above any other plane and deities turning against their own are sent there for eternity and unimaginable evils are spawned from its infinite depths, Tartarus, while not a true infinity as the Abyss is, has collected the losers of the Prime since the world's creation. It is not the endlessness of a terrible infinity where horrors are spawned without end and noone can know their number; Tartarus does not give the damned infinite options. The facet of damnation the prison plane embodies is instead eternity-the same ancient evils from the dawn of time are forever bound into its depths, their punishment lingering eternally.\nTartarus is home to old deposed deities too powerful to be slain and fade in the Astral, beings of cosmic power that the deities of the ancient world defeated and stole their domains from, abominations and demigods that those that bested them imprisoned them forever. Fallen that were sent to Tartarus before Hell existed, now turned to Demodands-spirits forever bound to the plane that will do anything to share their eternal imprisonment with new entrants. Dragons that were purged from entire worlds when mortals in them rose to power and eradicated them, their long banishment turning them to twisted caricatures of themselves, wurms of darkness. And finally, those that failed in one way or another in the eyes of their masters and were banished there as punishment for a time, all the older and more powerful prisoners seeking to keep them there forever.\nIronic it is that the only crime everyone is ever banished to Tartarus for is failure, really. Those that betray their masters or overthrow morals and seek to forge their own order of Tyranny are sent to Hell. Those that do evil for evil's sake are sent to Gehenna. Those that spread mindless destruction, madness and corruption of the soul are sent to the Abyss. Only for trying one of the above but being caught and failing are you sent to Tartarus. Only those immortals and deities defeated in combat and cannot or will not be slain are imprisoned eternally. As a result Tartarus, while an evil place because eternal imprisonmnet eventually drives almost anyone to either vengeful rage or madness, is not filled solely by evil creatures. Beings of every type are banished there for their failures, to be trapped eternally for Tartarus inhibits any attempts to escape its confines. Is escape possible? Noone can say for those that escaped are either mad beyond salvation or keep the secret with their lives lest the enemies they made in that place get free and hunt them. That, however, rarely makes new prisoners any wiser and they attempt the escape anyway-most often with disastrous results...\n\n\n\n...There was no light in the room for there is no sun in this place, no day or night, only the subtle illumination of the plane itself. Other planes ofcourse have different laws and the lack of of the pull of the stars or true passage of time in the form of days, seasons and years is a fact quickly felt by spirits of any kind. The pull of the earth-gravity some mortals call it-is also subtly different, a bit stronger so the feeling of being under some sort of ligering weight as if in a deep cave is ever-present. The room was some sort of cavern, seemingly natural but without the water that eats away the stone or the cracks of the earth's movement that create such caves. Its edges lost in the dim illumination, its ceiling fifty or more feet high, no windows or doors visible at all, it would be a prison to mortals-but not to spirits. Usually. Ofcourse, usually is very far from always in such situations. The nature of the place was different from the Prime-being an outer plane, it touched neither the Shadow nor the Ethereal and this spot was somehow cold spiritually. It didn't take long for those with the ability to realise the deep-buried piece of magic within their essence that allowed them to traverse vast distances via teleportation was dormant-this room, now obviously a prison, was either under a dimensional lock or disjoined from the Astral through the power of an immortal.\nYes, definitely a prison. The memory of how you got here is unclear at best-though the lingering stiffness and remembered pain in muscles and joints would indicate something unpleasant-but the why, that is very clear indeed. And as in most prisons, no prisoner is alone though this one seems to have many prisoners in one big cell; there are other bodies of varying shapes moving in the dark, coming out of the same torpor that seems to have held all of them during their coming here...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe dim illumination is not only absence of light but also a thin mist. You can see as far as normal but the details are fewer than normal beyond a few dozen feet.\nThe prison is disjoined from the Astral, there is no Ethereal or Shadow and it is under an undeniable gravity effect (you can't fly). Your other powers work normally.\nPlease make an introduction of your characters in your first post, posting what the others can see of you. Don't give out info that would not be observable (e.g. the fact that you're a demon, devil or angel) as this should be discovered during roleplaying.\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n\nTwo red eyes blink in the darkness before fading to a dim red glow. A man sized shape is barely visible in the gloom. He, if it has any discernable sex at all, stands in one of the brightest spots in the room. Dark black, grey skin shimmers in the light, slim built his sinewy muscles ripple as he looks around. He nods to each of you wordlessly before he slowly walks into one of the darker areas and fades from view."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Italics =Thoughts to self\n\"Text\"=Speaking\n \"This\" =Telepathy\n\n Kiramanthu \n\nGroaning slightly to himself, Kiramanthu stood, shaking his wings and feeling the oppressive weight holding them down from lifting his body. Mentally assessing himself, he feels the connection to the Astral gone as well.\n\nChitinous black skin shifts as he moves around for a moment, assessing any lingering damage done to him. Finding the last few of his aches and bruises fading, he nods to himself.\n\n Apparently I failed in the overthrow... \n\nStretching his claws out, Kiramanthu looks around the prison, seeing the others rising. Withholding judgement about any he can see, he moves about in the prison, looking for the edge of the walls, attempting to find a door or any other means of egress.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTaking 20 on a search, for a quite sad total of 22. \n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Giant Toad? \n\nAn obese mass of flesh in the corner shudders and unfolds to reveal a hideous toad creature of impossible fatness, one with a quivering mouth and watering eyes that it quickly buries into its fatty hands.\n\n Why won't anyone mate with me! \n\nIt blubbers in a deep bubbling bass voice\n\n ChChChChoooooo! \n \n Spoiler \nFor anyone who hasn't heard a toad chitter when its scared or upset, it absolutely hilarious and actually sounds something like that.\n \n\nAwash in its misery the toad will rock back and forth weeping loudly."
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": " Asha \n\nAnother winged form stirs in the dark, batlike wings flapping for a few moments in futility, straining to lift a slender form.\n Damn \nTwo hands raised at shoulder-level as if the creature is offering something, it holds that stance for a moment then wispers\n Let there be dark! \nIn its left hand a black fire strewn with flames of green sprouts like water from a fountain reveals a slender arm, that of an elf-or a woman, while at the same time another black fire sprouts from its right hand tinged with a shade of purple. Both conflagrations spread upon the creature's body revealing a slender, athletic and very definitely female body with a pair of batlike wings and a long mane of black hair reaching to its-or rather her-lower back. Within three heartbeats, she stands wreathed head to foot in the black flames, wearing them instead of the clothes she lacks-a daring fashion statement indeed. Ruby lips twist into a smile and ebony-colored almond-shaped eyes glint with either amusement or anger-you cannot tell. The voice that follows is musical but deep with an otherworldly echo as if coming from deep within a cave though it is still recognisably female.\n And there was dark and the Black Flame came forth to devour the souls of her enemies. \nAnd then the she-fiend laughed, her voice echoing like that of a thousand women. Looking around her she shook her head and moved on to explore her new prison.\n Well, it could be much worse. I could be bound in one of Esras' imprisoning spheres for all time. I could... \nInterrupted at that moment by the frog-thing's wail and absurd request, the she-fiend winced.\n On second thought, here's not much better either. At least in Abaddon I didn't have to put up with insane slaadi... "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Kiramanthu \n\nKiramanthu pauses in his search to look at the female. \"You say that as if all slaadi weren't insane.\" he sends to her, before returning to his searching."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n\nThe shadowy figure moves about in the darkness. Seeing someone searching for something he moves toward him. He speaks to Kiramanthu\n [infernal] What are you searching for? Surely whoever put us here wouldn't have been naive enough to leave a way out. The eyes angle for a moment as if in thought before he continues in a sarcastic tone [infernal] Every prison does need a way in and out though. With that Sri begins searching too.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSearch (1d20+24)[ 42 ] \nTrue Seeing active\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Kiramanthu \n\nKiramanthu shrugs. \"A way in, at least. If I were to imprison someone, I wouldn't care to have a way for them to leave. But if you can put something in, you should be able to force your way back out of it.\" "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n [Infernal] True enough. The black thing (devil?) slides across the walls unseen, searching as he goes."
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": " Asha \n\nThe fire-wreathed female smiles at the other demon and sends back\n Oh, they are. But as with all things, insanity has many forms, strengths and manifestations. Some slaadi are pretty good to have around-bigger mouths, better screams you know? It is the childish ones I cannot stand. I'll see if this one can be \"reasoned\" with. \nThe she-fiend walks up to the giant toad-persumably a slaad of some kind-looks upon its pathetically tearful state and frowns.\n What's your problem now? We're all trying to have a nice, restful time in prison-there's no reason for you to spoil it for the rest of us! \nIt is clear to anyone watching that the fire-fiend's reasonable manners are a facade-she's only toying with the \"giant toad\". Not that most slaadi would know how to tell the difference-or care."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Mara \n\nAnother shape stirs in the gloom, better visible in the thin mist than most. Human-sized, it is swathed nearly head to toe in dim white light, hiding even the figure's face from view. The dark makes it difficult to see, but white shapes on her back make it look as if she has white feathered wings.\n\nA sigh escapes the figure, and she (for while the face is not visible, the figure, at least, is feminine) straightens, crossing over to where voices have begun to sound through the dimness. The white wings remain folded behind her. For now, she does not speak; the tilt of her head says she is watching the few nearby."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Giant Toad? \n Everyone is mean to me and none of them will let me lay my eggs in them! \n\nThe toads blubbering bass only slightly hitches before she vomits profusely over herself (extremely vile btw) and farts loudly.\n\nHeedless of the vile acts she just demonstrated (or perhaps not comprehending that others might find them repulsive or disgusting) she looks down with large waters eyes and asks:\n\n Will you be my friend? \n \n Spoiler \nYou know those legends about demons that swallow oceans? well the Fiendish Codex I pretty much states that demons can A) eat an infinite amount of food and drink infinite amounts of water and B) vomit or release excrement at will and in infinite amounts. As a vile demon I plan on using this to the extent that Ramos will allow me.\n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": " Asha \n\nHaving lived in the Abyss where there are much worse and viler things, Asha is not really impressed. This creature may be disgusting but it is only demeaning itself-Asha's fires simply burn away any excrements. Still, such displays are not very polite-even among fiends.\n\n There are a few reasons no-one will be your friend. Your behaviour, for one. Your prospective friends being fiends themselves for another-we don't have friends, only situational allies.\n\nAlso, I find your lack of huiegene annoying. Take care not to annoy me too much. "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Kiramanthu \n\nKiramanthu stops searching when the bile washes over his taloned feet, and looks at the frog thing, speaking for the first time. [Abyssal] \"If you insist on blubbering, I will insist on finding a way to sew up your mouth, thing. Are you a demon, or some mortal infant?\" "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n\nSri continues his search of the area. He pauses for a moment and gives a pointed looks to the toad demon before carrying on. The others in the room are obviously needling it into action. As he moves around the room, he begins to activate his buffs.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nActivating, the following SLA's which Sri wil keep active unless otherwise stated.\nNondetection\nGreater Invisibility\n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Gertrude \n\nThe blubbering Toad Demon suddenly rises to her full 32ft. height, her massive cheeks and throat sack bulging and deflating with angry wheezing breaths.\n\n You think Gertrude is weak! You think to make light of Gertrude's sorrow! \n\nAt this point it seems as though half of her flab becomes rigid as adamantine.\n\n Gertrude does not care. Gertrude just wants free... and babies! \n\nAt this point she turns to a wall and... licks it? Maybe she's just insane...\n\n \n Spoiler \nOr maybe it's a tongue-slam! (2d6+22)[ 30 ] \n\nHmm... forgot to throw in 12 points of power attack. Well theres always next round unless I get blasted or something.\n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": " Asha \n\nAsha frowns and shakes her head-this creature either had serious emotional issues or was truly insane. Since the situation wasn't going to evolve to something fun, Asha looks up at the bloated frog-fiend once then turns away while replying.\n Get a grip. If no-one will take you either learn how to change into a more enticing shape or find a male and take them by force. It doesn't matter how strong you are-crying makes you seem pathetic. "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Gertrude \n\nDespite the results of her assault on the wall, Gertrude will Polymorph into... an obese naked human woman\n\n Now am I beautiful? \n\nShe strikes a pose."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n Ahh, no wonder the stories of this plane are so horrific. If I am going to be trapped in this chamber with this lot for very long there are going to be some problems. Demons and possibly an angel. I wonder what has brought them all here. \n\nSri continues his unseen search of the walls. Checking the ceiling and floors. As he passes the great toad he moves gingerly so as to not get any off it effluence on him. [[abyssal] Was it necessary to make such a disgusting mess on the floor? At the very least, clean up your own filth. \n \n Spoiler \n\nContinuing to search. Using detect magic as as I go, in addition to True Seeing and +24 modifier.\n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Gertrude \n\nWarping back to her normal form, Gertrude will look in confusion between Sri and the vomit-floor\n\n Do you want me to drink it back up? I am kind of hungry... "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n-OOC: I am assuming everyone is defaulting to abyssal as a common language?-\n\n I really don't care what you do with it. Just make it go away. Sri says.\n\n disgusting fat toad demons! Of all the possible cellmates. Ahhh! No wonder the demons fought each other as much as the fought us. "
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": "The vast room is several hundred feet wide and actually a compressed cylinder in shape. It is choke-full of abjuration and evocation magic, especially the walls that don't seem at all harmed by the toad-demon's angry attack.\n\nAs more stirring forms are revealed, the toad-demon's foulness simply vanishes, the smell lingering for a time then it, too, is gone.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nUnless we're within the Abyss, any non-living excrements from a fiend simply vanish in one round just like their bodies do if they die.\n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n Well, that makes life easier. Sri moves on continuing his search."
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": " Asha \n\nSeeking a bit of amusement-and an angelic creature imprisoned in Tartarus is quite amusing on its own, Asha turns away from the sulky giant toad and walks towards the lighted corner where the celestial stands to get a better look. The contrast between the black flames Asha wears as clothing and the light coming from the angel is quite striking. When Asha comes into the light's area she smiles and begins her questioning of the angel-this would be fun.\n One such as you must have done something truly evil by your miguided standards or impressively stupid to end up here. Which of the two was it? "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Mara \n\nThe angelic figure keeps her gaze on the floor, insofar as it is possible to tell. It becomes clearer, as Asha draws nearer, that the cloak of white is not clothing, but a dim glow that cloaks her and prevents her face (and the rest of her body) from being easily made out. \"Neither, and both,\" she says softly. \"I am here for two reasons. One is pride and foolishness. I will not excuse my mistakes.\" She raises her head slightly, although she is still not looking at the demon before her. \"And I am also here for the same reasons as you.\" "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n\nCuriosity killed the cat. Sri slides over in the darkness, And you demoness? What did you do to be here? His tone is flat no amusement or emotion to be heard. It appears that there is no egress from here. I think we should at least know each others names. I am Sri. "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": " Asha \n\n\nThe blackfire-cloaked she-demon bursts in laughter.\n Oh, I very much doubt I am here for the same reasons you are, celestial. And why the downcast eyes? You believe you erred to do what put you here or are you apalled that your own perfect celestial choir would use Tartarus as punishment? \nTurning to the new arrival Asha smiles wickedly then takes a step towards him.\n What I did to be here? Why, I killed far too many of you-or rather, fiends like you. The killings were amusing-too bad they belonged to a fiend much greater than I. \nThe demoness takes another step towards the other fiend, her tone light and friendly, the meaning not.\n Would you like me to display my methods? "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Kiramanthu \n\nKiramanthu moves over to the angelic being and the blackfire one. \"Aww, does the poor angelic miss the pearly gates? I failed to assassinate my Lord to take his place. Since you say we're here for the same reason, which leader of the light were you trying to kill?\" \n\nHe then raises an eyebrow at the she-demon. \"I think I've heard about you. You annoyed several of the higher ups with that. I, on the other hand, thought it wasn't a bad example to set. They couldn't keep their's under control, they didn't deserve to have them.\" "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n Ahh, some of us are here for similar reasons at least. I killed those who I was told to kill. Unfortunately for me, they did not belong to whom my master thought they did. I took the fall. I will have my revenge for that.\n\nAs for your methods, I really do not care to try you right now. You may be the key I need to escape Tartarus. I may be yours. Sri is unfazed by the demonesses implied threat. He even winks at her at his closing words."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Mara \n\nThe white-cloaked figure shakes her head slowly as first the blackfire demon and then the vrock speak and laugh. \"Am I not here for the same reasons?\" she asks quietly. \"Pride and a personal failing? That, though,\" she sighs, \"that was not what I meant.\" No more than I expected, though. If they could see what I meant at once, they would not be where they are. \n \"I am not appalled to be here,\" she goes on. \"I accept it. Sometimes a harsh penace is necessary.\" "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Gertrude \n\nWaddling up to the others with wet slappy steps Gertrude tries to recall exactly why she was here...\n\n He was so handsome, the little duck demon. I didn't mean to eat him, but he was so tasty and small when we kissed that I gobbled him right up. \n\nshe looks at nothing in particular, rubbing her massive head as she tries to remember what happened next.\n\n I think that made his mother angry, he did say she was someone important... \n\ngiving up on remembering the details Gertrude will look at everyone and then lick the angel\n \n Spoiler \ntouch (1d20+22)[ 29 ] no damage, its just a lick.\n \n\n Mmm... so pretty, so yummy. Will you be my friend? "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n\nSri looks at the Angel IF your friend licks me, you will be the one who pays. Do you understand? The monotone in his voice carries an odd hint of threat in it."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Kiramanthu \n\nKiramanthu looks at the frog and laughs darkly before looking at the angel, speaking with a chuckle. \"Better you than me.\" "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Mara \n\nMara does not flinch at the rather grotesque licking; nor does she look upwards. \"If you wish,\" she says kindly. In some ways, she will be more difficult than the rest, I fear. \n\nShe shakes her head once as she looks about at the others, although she still doesn't look all the way up; it's hard to tell through the mist and the dim glow about her, but she seems to be smiling. \"Curious... And why do you shun simple filth so? Are you that repelled?\" "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n It is simple, filth leaves tracks. Most messes of any kind leave tracks. Tracks for people to find out who killed their .....whatever...friend, boss, sibling, parent....whatever. "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Kiramanthu \n \"It's not the filth that would be my problem, but the friendship of that.\" \n\nHe then looks at the angel and nods very slightly. \"I am Kiramanthu, by the way.\" "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": " Asha \n\nThe demoness frowns at both the celestial and the frog-thing.\n Filth is only natural-if it is physical. It is the filth of the mind I find disturbing, be it the insanity of a slaad, the blind conviction of an archon or the misguided compassion of an Eladrin. \nAsha thinks for a moment then nods and continues.\n I am Asha, by the way. The name means Truth Revealed or Searing Flame-take your pick. "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Kiramanthu \n\nKiramanthu coughs, laughing. \"Or the Truth revealed by the searing Flame.\" "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Mara \n \"Mara,\" the angel replies as the others give their name. After a pause, she muses, \"Curious that the flames obscure rather than reveal... You find compassion misguided, then? Can you say whether it is misguided when you do not know what it is aimed at?\" "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Gertrude \n\nPerplexed at the argument Gertrude says\n\n Food is love, loving is eating \n\nProud of her logical conclussion, Gertrude sits down with a giant 'FLOP'."
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": " Asha \n The flames do not obscure-they burn. One truth they reveal is that all things die-among many others. And if you mean their concealing my body, we're beings of spirit-not this crude matter. It is the body that is a shell for the soul and the fires display clearly what lies within. \nStopping to think for a moment, Asha looks back at the celestial, her expression serious.\n Ofcourse compassion is misguided. The enemy you spare will strike back. The opposition you allow to exist can bring you down. The weak you aid only grow weaker because they learn to rely on you instead of on themselves. The fools you enlighten will misunderstand and misuse the truth. But above all else, each act of compassion requires some piece of you, be it time, effort, power or emotion. You are diminished for you spend your resources on others-but those you give a piece of yourself are also diminished as they acheive nothing by themselves. In the end, all you manage to do with compassion is destroy both yourself and those you wish to help. "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Mara \n \"Of course compassion is giving a piece of oneself. But the enemy shown mercy is not necessarily an enemy thereafter. The gift can be an enduring lesson. The giving can strengthen rather than weaken—both the giver and the receiver. What is the alternative? To live locked in an iron tower of your own strength, knowing that every last creature would pull you down if only it could? One day, one would succeed.\" Mara's tone is not antagonistic, but rather truly interested; she turns towards the flame-clothed demon, although her face is still cast downwards."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Kiramanthu \n \"Take my former master for example. I failed to kill him, but either I will or another will one day. It is a fine line to walk, having those below you strong enough to do their duties, but not strong enough to overthrow you. My ex-lord has walked his line so far.\" \n\nKiramanthu looks at the celestial. \"Although, do you truly wish to always follow? To know that those ahead of you will continually grow in strength? Isn't there a time when you know you are more powerful, but whatever ideals you hold to won't allow you to surpass that one, because they outrank you? Don't you want to forsake rank and do what you know is 'right'?\" "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Mara \n\nMara's smile is not really visible through the hazy glow about her. \"Is that not the point I make? Even if you had succeeded, you too would need walk that line, and it could not last forever. And why should rank concern me?\" Her voice becomes amused. \"Why should I need forsake rank to do what is right? Rank is a measure of respect—or fear, among your kind. If my judgement were good, others would follow my lead. If I had any desire to lead.\" "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Kiramanthu \n \"Ah, then you are not one of those that follow severe strictures? I could almost begin to tolerate your kind. As much as I'd normally kill any of those who follow the path of light, I would kill twice as fast those who think that laws are to be written and followed, instead of just bleeding for what is right.\" \n\nKiramanthu spits at the ground. \"And I would not follow that line. Had I succeeded, I would have killed all weaker than me, and plotted the death of those stronger. I misjudged the strength of my opponent, and ended up here for doing so.\" "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n\nSri chuckles at the display of philosphy coming from the others. He would never understand some things. -Why must everything be about the search for power. I never again want to control too many blood thirsty hungry fiends. Too dangerous. There are advantages to being the bottom rung somedays. "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Gertrude \n\nGertrude uses her Major Creation ability to conjure a humanoid sized, winged doll and proceeds to devour it noisily. The tomato juice that it was filled with sprays dramatically out of it as she chews it down.\n\n Talking makes Gertrude hungry, lets talk about leaving the bad room maybe? "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n I think you may need to make one. There are no discerable exits at this point. Sri looks around the room and after studying the walls for a moment, points to a wall with out any obvious creatures near it and invoke a discordant blast of magical power.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nGreater Dispel Magic on a wall (1d20+12)[ 17 ] \nTry to observe if there any changes to the magics on the wall using Detect Magic before and after the spell.\n "
},
{
"author": "The Glyphstone",
"message": " Flouvouge \n\nThe wall might or might not react to Sri's blast, but something else definitely does. Any previous inspection would have dismissed the filmy red goo coating the crevice between floor and wall to be some leftover effluvia or byproduct of one of the myraid local creatures - until it moves, shuddering and rippling out of its niche. It flows together from where it was spread out across the room, coalescing and collecting into a single large blob.\n\nGertrude may be disgusting, but at least a gigantic toad-demon has a more mundane counterpart to be used as comparison. The new arrival to this impromptu council is even worse, enough so that even the most jaded and indifferent present are momentarily revolted by its appearance - even if they could otherwise care less. It 'stands' some ten feet tall, a pile of dark red jelly condensed into a roughly humanoid shape, rivulets of blackish slime trickling from its sides to the floor where it evaporates. Pale white eyes of various sizes float in the goo, drifting around of their own accord and staring at the group. Deeper inside, what might be innards also twist and writhe around randomly. A crevice opens in what passes for a head, and it speaks in thick Abyssal, burbling and wet.\n\n \"Yyyyou reallyyyyy shhhould be more carefullll where you aim that - though it did suceed in wwwwwwaking from myyyyy stuporrrrrr... "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n\nSri listens in to the ongoing discussion as he looks around the rest of the room. Escaping this cell is going to be difficult. We will have to work together if there is any way for us to escape. I wonder if there are any other sentients in the cell that we are missing. \n \n Spoiler \n\nScanning the room trying to locate any other cellmates - Spot (1d20+29)[ 5 ](34) \n "
},
{
"author": "Ne0",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nDespite that being a really bad check, I'll roll with it, because I need an introduction. 😁\nSorry for takng so long. And glyphstone, I started writing this yesterday, but gotinterrupted, so your character is kind of...left out. Sorry once more.\nAlso, Knowledge(The Planes) check for my character to know a way to get out or anything else helpful to their escape.\n[roll0]\nEdit: Darnit. Stupid 'preview post'.\n \n\n\nSri notices a small creature hiding somewhere in the corner of the cell. It looks like an imp, although slightly larger than the average one, and its once hell red colot seems to have blended with a touch of grey, softening it forthe eyes and making it easier for him to hide in the cell. Only its tail remains a fiery red, with at the end a stinger. The creature seems to have been sitting there all along, observing his cellmates\n\nWhen the imp notices that he's been spotted, he jumps up from its proned position.\n \"Trix Flix! Those are some good eyes to spot me!\" \nThe creature, speaking quickly at a soft but nasal tone, appears to be male. He sighs.\n \"I suppose there's not much use staying in this corner, is there?\" He steps forward, presenting himself as Antx, wether or not anyone cares or listens to the small imp. He's pleased to have some company, and you're not sure if he's aware of who his cellmates are.\n \"I've been here for a while now, and Gzxt, this place drives you crazy if you don't have to talk to! \nHe now takes a more thourough look at the others, stopping for a moment, and then grinning.\n Trix Flix! We've got some variation here! A good deal of our cousins; the demons,\" he continues his monologue, probably addressing Sri. He turns to Mara.\n \"And even one of our eh...further relatives!\" \nTotally missing the blob to his right - perhaps he thinks its some decoration? - he stares intensely at the angel, not a single expression on his face, except for his head turning slightly to the right to denote his curiosity."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n\nSri bends down and offers the imp and hand up to his shoulder. [infernal] Looks like no one is flying anytime soon little one, want a perch for now? \n I wonder if this little imp is what he seems. Why would they exile him instead of destroying him? Curious. Well he is probably the closest thing to an ally I have right now. "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Gertrude \n\nGertrude approaches Flouvouge and looks at it with curiosity before proceeding to gum it like a lolipop\n\n You taste spicey little pudding! \n \n Spoiler \ntouch (1d20+34)[ 46 ] (I've been forgetting to add my BAB 😁 )\nHarmless, just gumming the strange pudding. If I take acid or vile damage let me know.\n "
},
{
"author": "The Glyphstone",
"message": "Flouvouge tastes absolutely disgusting, even to Gertrude’s indiscriminate appetite – bitter, with a hint of something that makes her tongue muscles tingle weakly for a moment. Furthermore, when she tries to retract her tongue, it proves extremely difficult – its rubbery red jelly sticks to her flesh persistently. Several eyes migrate over to study the tongue critically.\n\n ”Perhappppps, but I am sure yyyyyyou woullllld find me extremellllyyy difficullllt to digest, if yyyyyyou managed it at alllllll.” \n \n Spoiler \n\nNo acid or vile damage, but you need to make a DC 33 Reflex save or have your tongue glued to me. A DC33 Strength check will pull it free.\n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Gertrude \n\nGertrude giggles with pleasure and, pulling away with super-strength says:\n\n You are sticky like taffy too! \n \n Spoiler \nReflex save (1d20+15)[ 17 ] then strength check (1d20+22)[ 31 ] , (1d20+22)[ 25 ] , (1d20+22)[ 42 ] (if the first and second don't work I'll try three times before talking anyway)\n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Mara \n \"A pleasure to meet you, Antx,\" the angel replies formally. The glow around her makes it hard for the imp to discern anything more than a hint of her features; her face is the least obscured, but she is looking down—and as if to avoid looking directly at anyone, away from the imp.\n\n \"Do not be too impatient to leave,\" she says softly, for the benefit of Sri and the others searching for a way out. \"We have all the time we could need, and there are worse places than this.\" "
},
{
"author": "Ne0",
"message": "The Imp looks a bit disappointed in the angel for a second, and then turns to Sri. He smiles, and now seems to have control over himself again, speaking a little slower, and less loud.\n \"That would be delightful!\" he says, and without further ado, jumps on the devil's hand. The imp doesn't seem to have any claws, but he is careful with his stinger, wrapping it around himself, and then simply sitting there with a peaceful expression on his face.\n \"...and a lot more polite than I've been treated lately.\" the creature adds with a small sigh, but not loud enough for anyone to hear it."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n\nSri lifts Antx to his shoulder offering him a place to perch at eye level with most of th others, or as close to it as he can get. He quietly looks around their prison cell studying the others closely as he does so. An interesting mix we have here. A demon of flame, a toad demon, a slime demon, an angel, an odd imp, myself and Kiramanthu. \n \n Spoiler \n\nKnowledge Planes checks to place try and identify the assorted types of folks for what they are and any other information I can glean about them.\nAsha - (1d20+10)[ 16 ](26) \nMara - (1d20+10)[ 6 ](16) \nKiramanthu - (1d20+10)[ 3 ](13) \nAntx - (1d20+10)[ 6 ](16) \nGertrude - (1d20+10)[ 20 ](30) \nFlouvouge - (1d20+10)[ 15 ](25) \n "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": "OOC- Sorry for the double post but I am trying to get some conversation going, or something.\n\n Sri \n\nIn the quiet gloom the dark figure of the fiend Sri moves about restlessly. His red eyes burn brightly. Antx can feel Sri's fury seething as he perches on the devil shoulder.\n\nAntx hears Sri whisper something in infernal Gorunth. \n\nAfter that Sri reclaims control of his emotions and turns back to the group. He looks to the others and begins to speak to them in abyssal We are obviously trapped here together. I think that whatever has trapped us here may not have planned on such a unique and unusual band of spirits to be able to work together. I think that if we are able to combine our efforts we may just be able to get out of this cell. To where? I do not know, but that is beside that fact right now. I ask that we all lay aside centuries or even millenia old differences aside for a while so we can formulate a plan to remove ourselves from this pit. I do not think any of us will accept the yoke or burden or a leader among us, but let us decide by council. How can we get out of here? "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Gertrude \n Gertrude offers her strength, *BURRRPP* and her stomach! \n\nShe poses heroicly before she folds her bulk inward so that her hands can meet. She takes a mournful stance and mutters to herself (still in a loud bass).\n\n Babies... Chchchooo... "
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": "The conversation is interrupted as a fairly wide circular opening manifests in the cavern roof, its width increasing until it reaches threescore feet. The huge, bloated forms of tarterian guards-each one wider than even Gertrude and closely resembling pus-filled boils with short, stubby arms and legs and even more misshapen heads-surround the opening, each one holding a long black trident seemingly made of coal but probably out of some obscure alchemical metal-perhaps dark mithril. Counting more than two dozen Shators-a greater form of demodand roughly equaling in power a marilith-you realise you wouldn't stand a chance fighting them even if you could reach them as high up as they now stand. Their gurgling voices-are even their throats filled with pus and fat?-echo in a twisted symphony until the most bloated, uglier of the group takes a sep forth, bends low over the opening and speaks:\n You are prisoners now you filthy maggots. If you don't cooperate you'll be bound then your essence devoured while you're still concsious until you're demoted to soul-larvae. And then you'll pass the rest of eternity in that very unpleasant state. Now drop down any active power or magic, get beneath the opening and prepare to be lifted. "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Gertrude \n\nSqueeling with glee Gertrude moves under the opening with her arms outstretched.\n\n My heroes! Will you mate with me handsome fatling? "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Mara \n\nThe angel's only reaction to Sri's proposal before the opening appears is a slight tilting of the head, as if wondering something; then the opening appears. She half-looks upwards, then lowers her head again, wondering at their appearance. Walls have ears, here. Demondands... or gehreleths, to use the older name. A living warning to us—a sentence meted out in anger, even if just, can be as poisonous to the spirit as jealousy or malice. It is a wonder more do not see it. \n\nThere doesn't seem to be any point in resisting them directly, however, and so Mara's defensive enchantments and wards fade one by one. Even the dim haze of light about her fades away, although she remains difficult to make out clearly for some reason. Her wings, it becomes clear, are more of a light grey color without the light about them, and her long, flowing hair is dark."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n\nSri moves unders the opening and and strips himself of his magics. Silently memorizing faces as he can attempting to remember which one of the demondand's is in charge."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Kiramanthu \n\nKiramanthu nods and moves to be lifted, dropping the few magics he always had active on himself.\n\nIt would only take a moment to reactivate them, anyways."
},
{
"author": "Ne0",
"message": "Antx does like his companions, removing one simple magical defense, and then stays put on Sri's shoulder. His expression didn't change - a wide smile. He still seemed to be a little euphoric about having company, and mortals always said that a change of environment every once in a while was good - not that those creatures should be taken too seriously, but they were sometimes quite wise in their own simplicity."
},
{
"author": "The Glyphstone",
"message": "Burbling softly, Flouvouge flows over to the indicated location. Nothing visible changes about his appearance."
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": "Pointing their tridents collectively at each member of the group in turn, the demodand jailors lift each and every one of you out of sight. It appears that the tridents confer the ability to manipulate others telekinetically and with as many of them used at once even the largest loads (such as Gertrude) could be moved.\nWhat those of you remaining below don't realise is that once each prisoner is taken out of sight they are immediately covered in paralysing slime by another, smaller group of demodands then blinded via magic while the tridents are telekinetically holding them immobile and helpless.\nIt takes a few minutes to take all of the group out of the cell due to your size and your innate resistance. Gertrude is so big that almost all the tridents have to be used at once-and the guards try again and again until a sufficient number have overcome her innate resistance to magic while Asha has to wait for more than a minute-while she is smaller the tridents seem unable to affect her in less than a dozen tries-and Mara has to have her aura dispelled as it prevents the blindness spells from affecting her. Neither Asha nor Flouvouge are affected by the paralysation at all so they march with an escort while blinded while everyone else is carried.\n\nWith the entire group in custody, the guards relocate to another chamber via a portal. Not much later, a blast of magic instantly negates your blindness and paralysation and you find yourselves in a much smaller, square room that seems to barely fit all of you as well as another denizen of Tartarus that is more weird than most. Its physical manifestation towers fifteen feet high in the shape of a female human. Instead of flesh, however, the netherspirit is entirely made of eyes of varying sizes and colors. Its thousands of eyes following all of you at once, it observes for a few moments then adresses you with a feminine voice:\n I am Beradax, netherspirit of suffering. I will be your sponsor. Do you know why you are here? "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Mara \n\nMara makes no sign of complaint as the light about her is extinguished and she is blinded and incapacitated, going so far as to lower the innate resistance to magic for their spells—delaying will hardly accomplish anything—and she is quiet as her senses are restored. The creature of eyes seems almost to discomfit her in some way; she lowers her head further, black hair hanging down over her shoulders and about her face, further obscuring it. Still, her voice is as calm as it was before as she replies; maybe her apparent discomfort is something else, or maybe not looking at the spirit helps her keep her voice composed.\n\n \"I know why I am here in Tartarus,\" she replies softly. \"Not why I am here in this chamber.\" She raises her head fractionally, not high enough for her face to be seen. \"A part of our penace, I assume?\" "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n I too, know why I have been sent to Carceri, but not why I am in this chamber. I believe that most of us, will have the same thing to say, if not all. Obviously discomfitted by the eye thing Sri sidles into the shadow of Gertrude after he speaks."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Gertrude \n\nGertrude, enthralled with the creature murmurs\n\n Eyes are so yummy... \n\nLICK! (1d20+34)[ 37 ] touch, harmless."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Kiramanthu \n \"I know why I am here in this plane, yes.\" He looks at the toad, shaking his head slightly."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n\nSri seeing that the shadow he was beginning to melt into suddenly attacking the netherspirit, even harmlessly, steps back and to the left of Gertrude. Oh, Dispater why have you forsaken me? Every thing I do in this realm will be visited upon Gorunth ten-fold. "
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": "As Gertrude tries to lick Beradax, several of the eyes lock upon her and she suddenly stops as if she's hit a wall. Ofcourse, to those with the ability to see such things, a transparent yellowish wall has indeed materialised before Beradax-a nigh impenetrable barrier made of force. Pursing its lips made of tiny, grain-sized eyes the netherspirit focuses on the rest of the group.\n You're quite mistaken. The only reason you're here in Tartarus is because you've failed and those more powerful than you neither needed you nor cared what happened to you. The plane's entrapment makes it impossible for anyone to be retreived from it from the outside and once inside any potential rescuer is trapped as well and the powers that created the Cosmos have made it so prisoners in Tartarus can only escape if they grow stronger than the one whose actions put them here. \nBeradax smiles wickedly, allowing this information to settle in then continues\n Ofcourse, that makes Tartarus the perfect prison plane. Why? Because one is never really sent here due to the actions of another-they are only sent here because they failed. The only cause of their imprisonment is their failure-their failure to retain their power, their failure to remain in a path of \"good\" or \"order\", their failure to hide their \"evil\" deeds. Since ultimately it is their own actions that landed them in Tartarus, they only have to become more powerful than themselves to escape. Ofcourse, all beings are exactly as powerful as they are-they can never become more powerful than themselves. And thus no-one, no matter how powerful, has ever escaped Tartarus once imprisoned here. \nThe Netherspirit's expression turns predatory, the countless eyes forming her body gleaming with anticipation.\n And the only reason you are in this specific room is my amusement. In Tartarus, imprisonment is unending, suffering lingers eternally. Normally, when an immortal is destroyed they return to the plane that gave them birth and reform instantly. But anyone bound to Tartarus that is slain simply disperses only to reform a century after their destruction. This makes sport all the more enjoyable. You lesser beings fight for the amusement of us greater beings. If you're slain it matters not-you'll reform eventually. And when you reform, you get punished for our amusement then are sent to fight again. \nBeradax takes a step back, dismissing her wall of force\n It is like those games mortals play, you know. Stones, sava, chess and countless others. Only, our versions are much more enjoyable-we use live pawns. And since pawns have different strengths, they should be... tested. \n\nThe mist that diminishes visibility abruptly thickens and you can hardly see beyond your own noses. Through the mist you can see the forms of half a dozen... things made out of clusters of eyes, tongues, entrails and other internal organs, all maggot-ridden and rotten. Despite the mist, you seem able to discern them to great detail while they don't seem able to see you yet-or they might be as stunned as you are from this abrupt change of scenery."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n\nSri mutters something quickly in infernal, a wave of magics washes over the group of fiends slowing time for a moment. Sri then snaps translucent black wings open and leaps into the air, or at least tries too.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nCasting Haste\nSR checks for everyone - Except Mara he Protective Aura won't let it in no matter what I do.\nIf it beats your SR you get Hasted.\n (1d20+12)[ 13 ](25) Asha\n (1d20+12)[ 16 ](28) Antx\n (1d20+12)[ 9 ](21) Kiramanthu\n (1d20+12)[ 13 ](25) Flouvouge\n (1d20+12)[ 7 ](19) Gertrude\n (1d20+12)[ 12 ](24) Mara just in case her Protective Aura is down.\n\nSri tries to fly straight up 90ft, or to the ceiling which ever is first. If no fly then move back 30 feet.\n\nAC Currently: 38\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Kiramanthu \n\nKiramanthu scowls at the netherspirit before gesturing, several copies of himself appearing as he moves toward the creations.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMirror image, creating (1d4+4)[ 7 ] images, the move 40' towards them.\n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Gertrude \n The nice eyeballs are giving us food! I'm starving! \n\nAnd then she tries to eat one.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative (1d20+7)[ 11 ] \n\nGertrude moves to within reach of a mass and makes a touch attack followed by a grapple attempt. If she has a size advantage she'll stay outside their threat range.\n\nTouch (1d20+34)[ 44 ] \nGrapple (1d20+48)[ 55 ] (if they are larger than medium just adjust the result)\n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Mara \n\nMara shakes her head slowly. \"It always comes back to power in the end for you, doesn't it?\" she asks, sounding as if it's something she has puzzled over a long time. \"I have never seen why. It is a means to an end, not an end in itself.\" \n\nAnd with that, she steps forward lightly, the glow about her springing to life once more. Her speech continues in the celestial tongue, an old dialect—old enough that it is hard to understand, and in places, she shifts to an even older, less comprehensible dialect. After the first few words, her voice rises into song, the tune both mournful and hopeful at the same time.\n\nAnd for the first time since arriving, the angel raises her head, though the fog still serves to shroud her from view...\n\n \n Spoiler \nMara reactivates her protective aura and begins using song with the Words of Creation, giving everybody a +6 morale bonus to attacks, weapon damage, and saves against charm or fear effects.\n\nShe'll also move closer to the creatures, ideally so that any of her allies who closed with them are in range of her aura.\n "
},
{
"author": "The Glyphstone",
"message": " Flouvouge \n\nFlouvouge bubbles forward, its mass twisting and warping to produce four rubbery, tentacle-like limbs extending from its central trunk. Dull black rays shoot from two of its many eyes towards the nearest of the creatures.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nQuickened Ray of Enfeeblement as a swift action, another one as my standard action. SR checks of 30 and 27. Ray attacks of 18 and 31 for penalties of 11 and 10 points to Strength.\n\nInitiative 23.\n\n SR Checks (1d20+12=30, 1d20+12=27) \n Ray Attacks (1d20+15=18, 1d20+15=31) \n Strength Penalty (1d6+5=11, 1d6+5=10) \n Initiative (1d20+4=23) \n "
},
{
"author": "Ne0",
"message": "It takes a while before Antx does anything - mainly because of the Imps' natural cowardice - but when he does manage to get up, he merely vanishes from sight of mortal eyes. You can hear the sound of small wings flapping quickly.\n\n \n Spoiler \nA Greater Invisibility spell, and - I assume Sri succeeded - then flies up as well. He ends 10 feet to the right or left from Sri.\n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": " Asha \n\nSlower to react than the others, the clotheless and quite humanoid demoness (though her nudity does not seem to concern her at all) simply clothes herself again in corrupt fire, her form covered from head to toe in a halo of black flame with hues of purple.\n Hmph. As if a few misshapen calamari could fight true demons-well, and a silly, naive excuse of an angel too passive for her own good. "
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": "Sri attempts to enhance his companions' speed through magic but the half-glimpsed forms in the mist, if they're indeed his companions, are not clear enough and his aiming of the spell fails.\n\nAs Kiramanthu's magic projects several copies of himself to conceal his exact location, Mara sings with an angelic voice, the power of the Words of Creation enhancing the combat ability of the group-except for those immune to such things. The soft light radiating from the angel out to twenty feet forms a half-sphere of protective energy and though it nearly causes the rest of you to vomit, you feel a thin layer of abjuration coating you and serving as armor against attacks from evil.\n\nFlouvouge glimpses a half-hidden form within the mists and shoots out two rays of disruptive magic, seeking to sap the enemy's strength. Though he can barely see well enough to discern the rays hitting, he feels both his magics shattering against the enemy's resistance to magic.\n\nAs Antx vanishes into invisibility, Gertrude snaps out with her tongue, hits one of the seething masses of tentacles and with the strength of a dragon drags it towards her mouth and is about to swallow it.\n\nAsha cloaks herself in a halo of black flames and though she is too far to more than glimpse enemies through the fog, she realises the fight won't go well if the group can't see what everyone else is doing.\n\nThe swirling mists impeding sight beyond a few feet, it is almost impossible to track enemy moves. Asha feels a spell shattering against her as she raises her flaming shield and to her horror, Mara barely registers one of the horrors entering her line of sight before tentacles knock her off her feet and force her into the thing's toothless mouth, her song abruptly dying."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n\nSri swoops down into the mist twisting and rolling in his flight. A blur of darkness in the gloom. Sighting one of the creatures he fires off a pair of black rays into the thing before swooping back up into the air.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAC: 38 w/ Full Concealment\n\nTumble to avoid attacks of opportunity. (1d20+12)[ 20 ](32) include the -10to move at full speed.\n\nUsing Flyby Attack move 60ft at an angle to move downward to within 5 feet of enemy to assure target is a monster and not one of my own. Fly up 10 feet to be out of reach (I hope). After he fires off his shot he finishes his movement by flying straight up for the remaining 20ft. Should be 30ft in the air directly over one of the monsters.\n\nFire off a Split Ray Enervation - Not subject to SR\n#1 To Hit (1d20+23)[ 16 ](39) Ranged Touch\n#1 Confirm Crit (if Nat 20) (1d20+23)[ 1 ](24) \n#1 Damage [rol]1d4[/roll] Negative levels\n\n#2 To Hit (1d20+23)[ 8 ](31) Ranged Touch\n#2 Confirm Crit (if Nat 20) (1d20+23)[ 18 ](41) \n#2 Damage [rol]1d4[/roll] Negative levels\n\nI don't think these are subject to sneak attacks but, if they are and its available (6d6)[ 19 ] Negative Energy\n "
},
{
"author": "The Glyphstone",
"message": " Flouvouge \n\nFlouvouge advances on the nearest visible foe, hammering at it with an extruded \"arm\" of his body, and trying to drag it closer, loosing another black ray at it in the process.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAnother Quickened Ray of Enfeeblement, then move closer and attempt to slam one of the creatures. Ray fails to beat the SR for certain. Attack scores a 33 to hit - if that's sufficient to hit, 3d6+15 damage damage plus a pair of DC31 Fortitude saves (first versus Lilith poison of 2d6 Wis, second against Bone Devil poison of 1d6 Str), and a grapple check of 52. I automatically attach because of Adhesive if I hit, so they'll need to beat a DC33 Strength check before they can attempt to break free of the grapple.\n\n SR Check (1d20+12=16) \n Attack (1d20+26=33) \n Grapple (1d20+43=52) \n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Kiramanthu \n\nKiramanthu looks through the fog, true seeing active for a target. He and his images move through, before he reaches out, slicing one of them apart with his claw.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nIf I can find something to attack, I do so.\n\nClaw: (1d20+26)[ 28 ] \nConfirm Crit: (1d20+26)[ 38 ] \nDamage: (4d6+16)[ 24 ] \nCrit Damage: (4d6+16)[ 34 ] \n\nIf they're smaller than Huge, greater multigrab snatch, grappling them with just the claw attack: (1d20+36)[ 46 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Ne0",
"message": "Antx loses sight of Sri, and unsure of what to do, he flies up even higher in an attempt to see the enemy. He's a bit trigger happy with his stings, so to make sure he doesn't panic and goes stabbing everyone within his reach, he casts some magic to counter his cowardice - a spell he has learnt from one of his mage companions after leaving him to fight two demons by himself. The imp couldn't surpress a weak smile when he remembered that.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAntx flies higher or further away, and makes a spot check - I believe that's in order here - to make something out from the mist. Afterwards, he casts Greater Heroism on himself.\n\n Spot Check - (1d20+27)[ 47 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Gertrude \n\nWith all the terrible hunger of the Abyss, gertrude slowly starts to eat her prey.\n\n \n Spoiler \nProvided that they are size Large or larger they will take two turns to swallow, as per Gape of the Serpent. The first check merely confirms that they are pinned and in my mouth, the one next turn will start the crushing burning goodness.\n\nGrapple (1d20+42)[ 49 ] (before adjusting for size of course)\nSubdual Grapple Damage (2d6+22)[ 25 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": " Asha \n\nLooking for another enemy within the mists, the burning demoness simply gazes at them, twin ebony rays lashing out from her eyes and striking at her adversary in an attempt to devour their life-force.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n touchattack - (1d20+17)[ 19 ](36) \n touchattack - (1d20+17)[ 3 ](20) \n drain - (1d4)[ 4 ](4) \n drain - (1d4)[ 2 ](2) \n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Mara \n\nMara's song ceases as a tentacle knocks the wind out of her. Then it curls about her, bringing her inwards, and for a moment she is too stunned to react at all. She is used to her wards preventing anyone from harming her in that manner, but it's more the fact that it has simply been a very long time since she actually came to blows with anything. Asha's words ring unusually true in her ears, although the demoness could not know the reasons for it.\n\nShe renews the warding magic about herself, staring up at the creature and what she can see of it from her spot on the edges of the thing's mouth.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUse Freedom of Movement* on self. Concentration, DC 24: (1d20+19)[ 28 ] \n\nAlso reactivating True Seeing and Arcane Sight as free actions: (1d20+19)[ 36 ] , (1d20+19)[ 20 ] \n\n*Note: The outsider I took this from has this as a continuous ability... does that mean that it's re-activateable as a free action, like other continuous spell-like abilities? If so, Mara will also escape from the grapple as an attack action, and target the thing with her gaze attack twice.\n\nLooking at it, Mara is going to try and see if she can tell anything about what it is (undead, demon, some sort of flesh golem-thing, etc.)\nKnowledge (religion): (1d20+14)[ 27 ] \nKnowledge (the planes): (1d20+19)[ 26 ] \nKnowledge (history) (you never know): (1d20+19)[ 27 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": "Sri's twin black rays find one of the tentacled monsters and the monster recoils from the blow. As he moves away, Sri sees another, larger monster right next to his target within the mists and quickly flies away to hide in the concealment of the fog.\n\nFlouvouge's second attempt to sap his enemy's strength also shatters against the tentacled being's magic resistance and as his extended pseudopod hits, there's a sudden hissing sound as if it has hit fire-only a fire that can burn him despite his resistance. His adhesive slime melts away and his enemy, substantially stronger than he is, resists his attempt to grab and drag him-or rather it-closer.\n\nKiramanthu spots a massive tentacled enemy, twice as high as him and at least eight times as fat. Striking from behind, he finds his claws digging in the being's flesh slowly, as if finding resistance. Ofcourse, most outsiders, being spirits made flesh, are resistant to physical blows.\n\nAntx tries to use his true seeing to pierce the fog-but to no effect. He can't see anything beyond a few feet. Either the fog is actual fog conjured by creation magics or it is a powerful illusion that resists divinations. Using his magic to enhance himself with magical courage, he tries to work up his resolve to attack more numerous and larger enemies hiding within mists he cannot see through.\n\nWith a massive gulp, Gertrude swallows the tentacled being in her mouth despite its squirming, her immense stomach barely increasing in size with such a tiny (human-sized) creature added within.\n\nMara finds herself in the unfortunate situation of being swallowed by her massive tentacled adversary before she can employ her magic to escape its hold. The highly acidic contents of the creature's stomach are not a danger to her-she's immune to acid-but the crushing pressure is beginning to weaken her and her magic that enables her to move freely does not allow her to escape being swallowed-only grappled.\n\nAsha lashes back with life-draining magic on the adversary that just tried to grab and hold her with a tentacle, diminishing its life-force in addition to the burn on its tentacle from her fiery aura, the tentacled thing's blow having all but faded due to her toughness and regenerative abilities.\n\nGertrude feels a pinprick in her back as if a mosquito has just stung her but the feeling is fleeting, her regeneration closing the wound even as it is dealt. The annoyance makes her belch-or is it the fact that the tentacled thing she swallowed keeps squirming and refuses to be digested?\n\nAntx feels a presence behind him-possibly one of the tentacled demons flying towards him-and before he manages to discern anything in the fog, twin black rays strike at him from the empty air and a chunck of his life-force is torn off.\n\nFlouvouge suddenly feels a substantial part of his life-force ripped away by the tentacled demon before him, twin rays of darkness striking out not at his body but at his soul. He doesn't know wether he can survive another such blow and realises it would be a good idea to retreat and hide in the mist."
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n\nSri pauses his attacks for a moment as he flies through the battle field, something about this battle was wrong. He mutters and gestures to himself as he flies. Magics envelop him as he maneuvers through the battle field.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTumble (just in case I move through someone threatened square) (1d20+22)[ 19 ](41) Moving 1/2 speed.\n\nActivating True Seeing as free action, activating nondetection as a move action.\n\nRolls to figure out what is wrong in OOC\n "
},
{
"author": "The Glyphstone",
"message": " Flouvouge \n\nBurbling in frustration, Flouvouge backs off, retreating away from the creature and spreading himself across the ground, making himself as low a profile as possible.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nActivate True Seeing, then retreat 30ft. away from the creatures.\n "
},
{
"author": "Ne0",
"message": "\"Ack!\"\nThe imp screams as the rays hit him. Antx isn't used to battle, and enraged by his magics and the attack, he flies straight into the mist, stabbing whatever thing he can find with his stinger.\n\n \n Spoiler \n]Move into the mist, attack when he finds something. Antx remains invisible, even when he attacks.\nTreat the opponent as flat-footed if he can't see Antx. I don't know what the rays did, so you'll have to adjust the result.\n Attack - (1d20+31)[ 44 ] \n Damage - (1d6+2)[ 8 ] \nIf hit, make 2 Fortitude saves. One for the slow (DC26; or be slowed for (1d6)[ 6 ] rounds), and one for the poison (DC36 or (2d6+2)[ 9 ] Con damage).\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Kirmanthu \n\nKiramanthu smiles grimly as he finds purchase with his claw, now bringing his full body into the fight. This would taste nasty.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nClaw 1: (1d20+26)[ 19 ](45) \nConfirm crit on 18-20, x3 damage: (1d20+26)[ 45 ] \nDamage: (4d6+16)[ 30 ] \nCrit Damage: (8d6+32)[ 56 ] \nGreater multigrab grapple with snatch: (1d20+36)[ 45 ] to grapple with just this attack.\n\nClaw 2: (1d20+26)[ 11 ](37) \nConfirm crit on 18-20, x3 damage: (1d20+26)[ 31 ] \nDamage: (4d6+16)[ 33 ] \nCrit Damage: (8d6+32)[ 55 ] \nGreater multigrab grapple with snatch: (1d20+36)[ 45 ] to grapple with just this attack.\n\nBite: (1d20+24)[ 2 ](26) \nConfirm crit on 18-20, x3 damage: (1d20+24)[ 27 ] \nDamage: (2d8+8)[ 15 ] \nCrit Damage: (4d8+16)[ 27 ] \nGreater multigrab grapple with snatch: (1d20+36)[ 47 ] to grapple with just this attack.\n\nTalon 1: (1d20+24)[ 12 ](36) \nConfirm crit on 18-20, x3 damage: (1d20+24)[ 28 ] \nDamage: (1d8+8)[ 15 ] \nCrit Damage: (2d8+16)[ 24 ] \n\nTalon 2: (1d20+24)[ 18 ](42) \nConfirm crit on 18-20, x3 damage: (1d20+24)[ 42 ] \nDamage: (1d8+8)[ 16 ] \nCrit Damage: (2d8+16)[ 21 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": " Asha \n\nLaughing at her adversary's retreat, Asha advances into the fog, searching for a target to steal their lifeforce. Her usually radiant eyes are utterly black with gathered dark energies...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nReady action to blast the first enemy I see.\n\n attack - (1d20+17)[ 2 ](19) \n attack - (1d20+17)[ 9 ](26) \n drain - (1d4)[ 3 ](3) \n drain - (1d4)[ 2 ](2) \n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Gertrude \n\nCurious about the little bugbite Gertrude turns around. If she sees anything she will simple try to grapple it. All the while smiling and saying good naturedly:\n\n Oh, you will have to wait your turn plump little sausage, the last one is still tickling in my stomach so! Hoohoo! \n \n Spoiler \nTouch (1d20+32)[ 50 ] , Grapple (1d20+42)[ 62 ] adjust for size as appropriate. Ah man this is bad. At least most of us have regeneration...\n\nOh man. Of all the times to get a nat20...\n "
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": "As the battle continues, things seem to be going worse for the group, telepathic messages projecting alarm, confusion and pain. Trying to make any sense of the battlefield seems impossible as the tentacled enemies seem to be everywhere while no other members of the group are visible through the fog.\n\nThe disembodied laughter that booms over the screams of rage, growls and gasps of pain and the clang of claw on scale interrupts the battle and the fog vanishes. What was until now a chaotic battlefield instantly makes sense: Antx and Flouvouge have been on the receiving end of attacks from Asha and Sri, Gertrude seems to have been attacked from several of the former prisoners and Mara finds herself within Gertrude's massive stomach. All that confusion, chaos and furious combat has been among you alone, a powerful illusion leading you all to believe you were under attack.\n\nBeradax's laughter turns again into an admonishing, slightly amused mental voice:\n\n As you can see-or rather not-things are rarely as they appear to be, celestial. In the past few moments, I resorted to cunning while you, all of you, resorted to strength. Preaching something you don't believe in-let alone follow yourself-is called hypocricy, I think. Therefore, inthe future, think twice before attempting to correct others. "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n\nSri looks around at the gathered troops. Seeing the others' injuries he looks at Antx and shrugs as if to apologize for the necessary pain. He floats down to the group and waits patiently for the others."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Gertrude \n\nWith notable hesitation Gertrude finally gives a massive heave and expels the angel from her stomach in a small tidal wave of black bile and blood. She almost cries at the fact that she just expelled FOOD. But the angel did sing so pretty and was nice to her. So she just sobs loudly at the torment around her."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Mara \n\nThe figure coated in black grime and other unmentionable things picks herself up. Judging by the size, and since everyone else is accounted for, it must be Mara, although the only recognizable features are a pair of wings and the dim haze of light that usually surrounds the angel. It's impossible to tell whether she's injured, but her voice doesn't sound like it. \"A dilemna,\" she says thoughtfully, agreeing with Beradax's words whether they were directed at her or not. \"Hasty action and needless violence can cause harm. Yet inaction can be just as dangerous.\" \n \"Not a problem easily solved,\" the angel concludes, the black vomit beginning to fade away. \"I thank you for the lesson, though, Beradax.\" She looks around, trying to gauge the others' injuries, and a nimbus of positive energy builds about where one of her hands most likely is, as if signaling them that they need only ask if they need healing."
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": "The humanoid-shaped cluster of eyes that is Beradax's form appears in the middle of the group and measures each one of you in turn.\n\n You are fools-falling for such a deception proves that at least-but you are much more capable than most other spirits of your age and standing. I can use that.\n\nYou now have a choice among three options-you can be smart and serve me, be stupid and return to your prison or be stupid and attempt to flee-in which case you'll be slain and simply reform in your prison. What do you choose? "
},
{
"author": "Greyen",
"message": " Sri \n\nSri's nearly unseen form kneels, It has been my place to serve for as long as I know, you will just be another master. He rises and pulls his wings close. He stands and waits still as a statue, patience returning to him after the quick battle."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Mara \n\nThe angel considers, her head tilted slightly. \"I would be happy to serve and assist you, Beradax,\" she replies courteously after only a few moments, her tone sounding almost cheerful, \"in any manner in which I am permitted.\" "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "A thread for in-character posts for Kreig Rocksplitter and Lucky Joe, the sole survivors of a shipwreck, thrown up on the rocky shore of an unknown island."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Standing at the mouth of their cave, Joe turns to look back at Kreig.\n\n \"You think anyone even realized the boat never made it? Just our luck they complete forgot bout us and we're gonna be stuck here for ever.\" \n\nHe gnaws on a crab leg before tossing it out onto the rocks.\n \n\"Might as well go check the beach, it beat standing around here eating these things.\" "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "The beach is very small, and rocky. There seems to be less sea-life crawling around than when you first got here. Maybe you're getting used to having crabs underfoot everywhere you step, or maybe they're learning to avoid this beach? In any case, some of the ship seems to have drifted in. There's always lots of driftwood here, so at least you've been able to make a fire and haven't had to eat anything raw.\n\nOut to sea is nothing. It's very calm today. Actually it's been pretty calm almost every day since you got here, with the obvious exception of the first.\n\nWhen you first got here, once you found the cave you explored as well as you could. The cliffs all around are high, sharp and slippery. You might be able to climb out, but thus far it seemed much safer to wait for rescue. There are lots of caves, other than the one you've been sleeping in, which you explored for a while - but again, waiting for rescue seemed safer than crawling around in the dark.\n\nThe frustrating thing is that you have no idea about the rest of the island. For all you know there could be a city half a mile away."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Krieg Rocksplitter \n\nThe dwarf spits, trying to keep the constant presence of salt water tang from his mouth. \"Ah've 'ad enoof a this waitin'! Ya gotta do fer yerself, 'fore others can do to ya, Ah've always said!\" Krieg's iron-black hair and beard seem a little frayed, mimicking his mood. \"Ah kin see jus' fine in th' caves. 'Ave ya got anythin' that'll burn well enoof fer a torch, lad? Ah think we've a better chance down than oop, nae?\" "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " \"Well, I've got some paper... I don't know how dry it is though.\" \n\nDigging through the pockets of his pants, Joe produces a sheaf of fairly dry paper.\n\n \"I doubt it will burn in this condition though. Perhaps we could attempt to swim around this beach and find another one?\" "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Krieg Rocksplitter \n\nThe dwarf looks stares at Lucky Joe blankly. \"If'n we go swimmin', won' tha paper still be wet?\" he asks as the blank look becomes a puzzled one, then a smile and a wink. \"Seriously, lad, Ah'm nae woon fer swimmin' any more'n Ah need ta after whot poot us here in tha first place, ya ken?\" "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " \"I do believe I ken. But if we attempt to swim around the obstructions, then we won't need to burn the paper, so it doesn't really matter how wet it gets. Either way, since it seems there is to be no rescue for us we must make a decision. Your for exploring the caves a bit more I take it?\" \n\nShoving the papers back into his pockets, he shrugs and motions towards the caves with his head."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " \"Aye! Jus' keep yer hand on mah shoulder and Ah'll try an' take it sloo,\" Krieg says in an overly slow manner, then winks. \"Ready?\" he asks as he leads the way into the caves."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " \"As ready as I'll ever be, don't go too quickly, and I'll keep us hidden as well as I can.\"\n \nJoe is going put his hand on the dwarf shoulder and then cast invisibility on both of them."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "The dwarf nods and walks forward slowly enough that his companion has no difficulty keeping a hand on his shoulder. Krieg carries his hammer before him, ready, and willing, to smash something should it present a problem for the spelunkers."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "The spell renders dwarf, but not magician, invisible.\n\nYou enter a cave which you know you haven't explored completely.\n\nIt turns into a tunnel. You walk along for an unknown time. It seems to be climbing, overall. Luckily it's high enough that Joe isn't in danger of bashing his head.\n\nIn the distant darkness you suddenly hear a high-pitched cry: \"By the Old Man's balls!\""
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "The dwarf freezes in place, hoping Joe doesn't overrun him in the darkness. He tilts his head and tries to figure out how far off the speaker is, peering through the darkness.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSorry. Weekends're slow for me. A month-old baby plus family time. Anyway, I'm good for at least a post every day, and maybe one or two on the weekend.\n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " \"What the... who's balls are they talking about?\" \n\nJoe stumbles to a halt behind the dwarf and bends down to one knee.\n \n\"You think this is a rescue party come to save us?\" "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "The dwarf snorts. \"If'n it's a rescue, Ah think they got lost, too, from the sounds of it! Let's continue oon, nae?\" \n\nKrieg starts moving once more, though he keeps his hammer at the ready."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " \"Just our luck, we get a completely inept rescue party, why wouldn't they have just come by boat, instead of attempting to navigate through the caves.\" \n\nMaking sure his grip on the dwarf is secure, Joe continues into the darkness."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "You continue along the tunnel. You hear 'by the old man's balls!', faintly this time. Then there's nothing but dark and silence.\n\nJust as you're starting to wonder whether you really exist you see, literally, light at the end of the tunnel."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "The dwarf smiles broadly. \"Look, laddie! Ah think we've made it...um, somewhere other than where we were,\" Krieg says animatedly. \"Lessee where that is, nae?\" He leads his companion forward to the light."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " \"Well, It's almost certainly got to be better than where we were. Lead on good dwarf, to freedom\" "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "The dwarf snorts softly. \"Ever oonward,\" he says as he continues forward."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "You follow the tunnel, until all of a sudden you find yourselves in the open air. You're standing on a cliffside, amidst slimy rocks. You can hear the sea crashing quietly somewhere below you.\n\nThe sunlight falls onto your skin (and through it in Kreig's case).\n\nAn angry-looking barbarian is walking towards you, stumbling over the rocks with an air of grim determination."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " \"Oy!\" the dwarf hollers. \"Ye lost, too, laddie?\" Kreig keeps his hammer ready to counterattack if needed, but hopes the pair have stumbled upon another lost castaway.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSorry, missed the update... Much apogogies!\nDoes the barbarian see us?\n "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "When Kreig speaks the barbarian gasps, and ducks down behind a rock."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "WIth a loud snort, the dwarf continues forward, toward the barbarian. \"OY!\" Krieg calls out more loudly. \"D'ye speak? No point in hidin', laddie! Ye been foond! Noo c'mout an' lesse ye better, hm?\" The head of the hammer lowers as Krieg tries to show he means no harm."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " \"Um, your invisible at the moment Dwarf. Even I would run and hide from disembodied voices.\" \n\nJoe also ducks behind a convenient rock."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "Fortunately, the invisibility prevented Joe from seeing Krieg's embarrassment. \"Och! Ah fergoot! How long'll it last?\" he asks."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " \"No clue, I don't usually cast it on other people, but you should be able to just think it away, or attack a rock, that might break the enchantment.\" "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "Krieg concentrates on how not to not be seen. Then looks at Joe once more. \"Well, laddie?\" the dwarf asks.\n\n \n Spoiler \n😉 Couldn't resist...\n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " \"I'm pretty sure that did it, You look like a rock, right?\" \n\nHe chuckles and ducks back into his hiding place.\n \n\"Honestly though, It worked.\" "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "Krieg scowls for a brief moment at Joe's hiding place, then smiles broadly and turns back towards the barbarian. \"C'mon oot, laddie. We'll nae hurt ya! Maybe we kin help each oother, nae?\" "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "A voice comes from behind the rock:\n\n\"Bah! You are clearly fiends of the cliffs, and seek to send me to a watery grave! Prove to me that you are not!\""
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "The dwarf's brow furrows deeply. \"If I were a cliff-fiend, I'd joost pop oop behin' ya an' toss ya doon, ya damn fool! Noo c'mon oot an' let's talk like civilized folk, nae?\" \n \n Spoiler \nSorry. Lost the thread over Christmas Break.\n "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "He stands up.\n\n\"Tell me, strangers...er, what is the name of this place?\"\n\nYou've also notice you've become a little bit more visible."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "Krieg snorts loudly, but smiles broadly. \"Ah don' ken. Ah think Blasted Piece o' Sheete Island fits nicely. Don'choo?\" The dwarf holds an empty hand out towards the man. \"Ah'm Krieg Rocksplitter, so maybe Ah'll call it Krieg's Rock,\" he adds with a chuckle."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Joe pops out from the rocks he's been hiding behind.\n\n \"If anything, we should call it Lucky Isles, but thats just my opinion of course. I mean, I've been here just as long as anyone else. Joe Lucky at your service.\" He also extends his hands toward the newcomer.\n\n \"Who might you be? And more importantly, got any food that isn't crab?\" "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "\"I am Generic. And, by the Crone, they shall call it Generic's Island! But - does that mean you have been shipwrecked too?\""
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " \"Aye! Shipwrecked! Ah've no skill with a boot, an' apparently neither did those what managed our ship!\" The dwarf's stomach grumbles. \"Joe brings oop a good pint! D'ye have anythin' edible tha's nae crab?\" "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "\"No...I, too, am near starved. And 'twill soon be sunset.\""
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "Krieg frowns. \"How long've ye been here, Generic?\" "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "\"Why, we were wrecked this very day.\""
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "The dwarf stare at Generic blankly, then looks around him. Shaking his head, Krieg asks, \"We? Where're the rest of ya? Or are ya a bit confused on how long, and with whom, you've been here?\" he adds with a chuckle."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Joe turns to Krieg and spits on the ground.\n \"I told you the rescue team was a bunch of incompetents. That whole kingdom is apparently filled with people who can't sail boats.\" "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "The dwarf tilts his head in acquiescence to Joe's assessment and shrugs. \"Ah never disagreed, joost wasn' sure, Joe. Now, Ah'll agree completely.\" "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "\"I am not confused! I was wrecked today, and of all on that vessel, only four survived to tell the tale!\""
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "The dwarf plants his warhammer head down and leans upon the haft. \"An' where're yer other survivors, Generic?\" he asks."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "\"They're that way, on the beach.\""
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " \"If they're that way, why're ya this way?\" the dwarf asks."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "\"They were..well, you must know how city folk can look down on we of the wilderness. There is only so much that can honourably be borne!\""
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "The dwarf chuckles lightly. \"Bah! A lesson in manners is all they need! Shall we go speak with 'em? Or seek a way off this rock elsewhere?\" "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "\"If you want to find them, they should be back that way\" - he gestures back the way he came."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "Kreig looks at the barbarian. \"So, where ye goin'?\" "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "\"Hmm...they might have got themselves in trouble...\""
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "A puzzled look comes over the dwarf's face. \"Trouble? Whot d'ye mean? Howd'ye ken?\" "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "\"Well...without me there, they might have...um...I just meant maybe we should go back so we can protect them.\""
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "Warily, the dwarf nods assent. \"Fine. Lead on, laddie. Let's find yer friends,\" Krieg says as he hefts his warhammer once more, laying it over his right shoulder and indicating the barbarian should take the lead."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "The barbarian, wizard, and now-visible dwarf make their way down to the beach.\n\nThere, you find wreckage which looks like that of a ship, but no people.\n\nThe barbarian sinks to his knees. \"Oh, Gods curse my arrogance! They have no doubt been eaten by wolves, or whatever wild beasts may roam here!\""
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " \"Wolves? Wolf would be tasty right now. Much better than crabs at any rate. Although I don't see any of the usual signs of someone being attacked. The area is rather notably lacking in detached limbs and bodily fluids.\"\n \nJoe looks around the area for awhile.\n\n \"Perhaps they just wandered off?\" "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "The barbarian gets up.\n\n\"A cunning speculation, o wizard! Mayhap they followed this set of footprints which leads from where they were, up the beach and into the forest?\n\nHmmm...my barbarian wilderness skills tell me it will be dark soon.\""
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "With a snicker, the dwarf comments dryly. \"Well, laddie, mah dwarven eyes tell me tha same, as well as sayin' Ah can see in tha dark.\" Krieg winks at the barbarian. \"Can ya track 'em? If they've only joost left, we might be able ta catch up quickly, eh?\" \n\nKrieg looks around for enough large pieces of wreckage to make a decent shelter, as well as enough dry pieces to make a good fire."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by GimliFett \n Krieg looks around for enough large pieces of wreckage to make a decent shelter, as well as enough dry pieces to make a good fire. \n \n\nThere are enough pieces to fuel a fire, but they've been broken up too much to be useful for shelter."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by GimliFett \n [/COLOR] Krieg winks at the barbarian. \"Can ya track 'em? If they've only joost left, we might be able ta catch up quickly, eh?\" \n \n\n\"I certainly can, probably. Should be go now, or wait till light?\""
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " \"As y'all cannae see in th' dark, Ah say we wait fer light, 'less ye've soom way a changin' that or we've got more'n three hours a light left. Whaddya think?\" Krieg says as he gathers wood for a fire."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by GimliFett \n \"As y'all cannae see in th' dark, Ah say we wait fer light, 'less ye've soom way a changin' that or we've got more'n three hours a light left. Whaddya think?\" Krieg says as he gathers wood for a fire. \n \n\n\"Some kind of method for seeing in the dark...hmm, no, I can't think of anything...\"\n\nthe barbarian also helps gather wood."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " \"Aside from a fire,\" Krieg says with a harumph, then mutters under his breath, \" ye dolt .\" As he carries the wood back, the dwarf adds, \"I doot ye can track soo well in tha dark, nae?\" "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "\"Not as well...but what if they're in danger right now?\""
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "With a sigh, Krieg looks at the barbarian. \"Fine. How old're them tracks, laddie? If they're recent, we'll goo after them, ootherwise, it's foolish ta roon aroon' in tha woods with two nightblind kits, nae?\" "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by GimliFett \n With a sigh, Krieg looks at the barbarian. \"Fine. How old're them tracks, laddie? If they're recent, we'll goo after them, ootherwise, it's foolish ta roon aroon' in tha woods with two nightblind kits, nae?\" \n \n\nUsing his awesome tracking ability, Generic follows the footprints up the beach, to the jungle, where they reveal a path heading inland.\n\n\"Strange - when the sand stops, so do the footprints. WHAT VILE SORCERY IS THIS?\""
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Joe turns to look at the Dwarf and mutters quietly \"The gods have decided to saddle us with an incompetent ignoramus it seems.\" \n\nSighing he turns back to the way the barbarian went. \"I'm guessing its merely a change in the soil composition of the jungle that causes the footprints of any individual walking over it to not show up as clearly as they would in a softer, more easily compacted ground covering.\" "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "\"Yes. Indeed, they probably went to the...soil composition.\""
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "Krieg slaps a hand across his own face. \"Right,\" he mutters. \"Look, do we have any way of knowin' how long agoo they left here? Otherwise we wait for dawn, nae?\" "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "\"No\" the barbarian says sadly."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "After building a fire and enjoying (blech!) crab for a meal once more, Krieg settles in for a rest. \"Get some sleep, ya two. Ah'll get a quick nap, an' then keep watch, since Ah can see at night.\" "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " \"If your staying awake, wouldn't it make sense for one of us to stay awake while you have your nap, to make sure that nothing attacks during the time our minds are contemplating the dreamscape? If that's the case, I'll most assuredly take the first watch while you get some sleep. I'm sure the light of the fire will be enough to allow me to spot any potential intruders.\" "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "Krieg nods and grunts an affirmative. \"Two hours, Lucky,\" he says and shortly thereafter snores soundly."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Mumbling to hisself. Joe is going to walk over and poke Krieg until he wakes up,\n\n \"Your watch\" \n\nBefore falling asleep."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " \"Huh? Whazza? Already? Damn!\" Krieg murmurs as he rises and stretches, causing joints and cartilage to pop. \"Sleep well. We've a busy day ahead, nae?\" he offers Joe as he walks a perimeter around the group's camp."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "As dawn approaches, Krieg rounds up a few more crabs for breakfast, then wakes the sleepers. \"Geddup! Let's eat an' get a move on, nae?\" he growls."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "\"Well friends - what is your counsel?\""
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " \"We eat. You track. We follow. We find yer friends. Easy 'nuff, hm?\" the dwarf growls."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "You eat. He tracks. You follow. A short walk along the path later, he says \"I'm not sure whether they kept going, or turned off into the forest here.\""
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "Krieg shakes his head slowly. \"Look harder. How many didja say there were?\" he asks.\n\nHe takes a deeper look himself, trying to determine for himself where the others must have gone."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "\"Three - a halfling, and two magicians.\""
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "It's easy to see that something went into the forest here. But whether it was Generic's shipmates, or someone or something else, you have no idea."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " \"A halflin' an' two magicians? Th' li'l one shoulda had th' sense ta ken better, nae? But wizards is daft anywhere boot a library. No offense, Joe,\" Krieg offers his companion with a grin.\n\n \"Och. Let's check this way first,\" he indicates the trampled foliage, \"then if we doon't see nothin', we come back here an' continue.\" "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " \"No offense taken, most of the people that call themselves wizards are completely useless away from there books.\" \n\nJoe is going to make himself invisible."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "The spell renders Joe completely invisible."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "You follow the trail of trampled plants and broken branches. It gets more obvious as you go on. After a while you see something human-looking ahead of you."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "Krieg taps Generic on the shoulder. \"Friend o' yers?\" he whispers with a nod towards the figure."
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "\"It might be\" he whispers back,\n\n\"hard to tell from this distance. And I'm not sure, but whatever's up there looks more...naked than I remember them being.\""
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " \"Maybe they're stay on the island has caused them to descend into some form of primal savagery, perhaps even cannibalism. We should definitely approach with caution\" "
},
{
"author": "Jolly Steve",
"message": "\"Yes - nude cannibalism. The worst kind.\""
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": "The dwarf snorts. 'Ye two're daft!\" he mutters to Generic and Joe as he stalks forward. \"Ah'm nae standin' 'roun' a jungle all day cause some nekkid person is blockin' tha road!\" "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 30: Redmoon vs. Daluth \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 600 XP\n GP Award: 600 GP\n\n All combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Woot! Another level 2 round. Let's see how this goes.\n\n init - (1d20-4)[ 13 ] \n\nStill might buy something."
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": "I think this is a conspiracy...how do I always get stuck fighting the \"Moons\" 😩\n\nI'll post init when I have access to my sheet."
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Initiative - (1d20+3)[ 7 ] \n\n\nStill might buy stuff."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " RedMoon - round 1\n\nHonestly, I don't think you have much to worry about with RedMoon. It's not like he can one shot you.\n\nI'm not going to worry about any equipment. I don't think there's much that could help me, anyway.\n\nStart: Start on B11 with two Javelins in hand.\nMove: Move to I10 via the bridge.\nFree: Rage\nStandard: Toss Javelin\n\n attack - (1d20+8)[ 28 ] (-2 for range)\n dmg - (1d6+7)[ 12 ] \n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 25/25\nAC: 17 (+2 from tree)\nCurrent Buffs: Rage 1/8\nCurrent Location: I10\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "I take that back. I guess there is a slight possibility. 😦\nGood thing I didn't use the spear.\n\n crit confirm - (1d20+8)[ 20 ] \n crit dmg - (1d6+7)[ 11 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Ouch, I hope you didn't buy anything!"
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": "You suck. 😛\n\nI didn't...Nice match...I guess...😩"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Complete fluke, but it does happen. I was just hoping to cut your hp in half and got lucky it seems."
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": "Yeah...that was redonkulous."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Zoinks!\n\n Redmoon is declared the winner and collects thr first prizes doled out from round 30. "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "Your group has been together for a few years now. You have faced orcs and goblins as well as many other monsters. You have been hired, due to your reputation, by a town to clear this castle out.\n\nYou walk up a mountain an easy hike for the most part and as you continue the dark castle begins to loom darkly over your hearts. One or more of you wonders if perhaps you have bitten off more than you can chew. As you open the doors torches in the room ignite brightening on one of the most beautiful entrance halls you have ever seen however the torches, however, are giving off a pale blue light giving the room a sickeningly haunting appearance.\n\nThe only question become which way do you go. There are two ascending staircases wrapping around a chandelier. Underneath the staircases is a double door that you surmise leads to a hallway. You have no idea what might be upstairs."
},
{
"author": "bchilders",
"message": "Dak'kon strolls into the castle door and looks around with his normally glazed expression. He looks to his group and says, \"Downstairs sounds good to me. I don't want to walk any more stairs than I have to.\" While Dak'kon might look and seem slow his mind is very sharp and he peers around the room trying to detect any sign of anything out of place.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+10)[ 27 ] \nListen: (1d20+10)[ 18 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "stupnick",
"message": " Braxus\n\n http://www.thetangledweb.net/addon.p..._char&cid=6638 \n\nWalking in the room, Braxus looks around, grunting a few times...\n\n well what ways sounds best to start.\n \n\nBraxus walks across the room to give a listen at the door and stairs, while still keeping his eyes open.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n spot - (1d20+2)[ 3 ] \n listen - (1d20+8)[ 15 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Spyder_Cel",
"message": "Sul\n You know Dak'kon, even if we go down you'll still have stairs. Sul says with a grin hoping he knows he was just kidding around. I suppose we could go down a level and check things out. \n \n Spoiler \n\nSpot: (1d20)[ 16 ] \nListen: (1d20)[ 7 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": " Jazz \n \"Whoooooaaaaa, cooooool...\" The unseen pixie's voice resonates through the hall. \"...It's so dark, I can't even see my hands in front of my face!\" The party has known Jazz long enough to expect this sort of behavior from her. A giant mushroom with a deep, slow voice reminds her that she is invisible. \"Oh, yeah! I keep forgetting! Thanks, Sugnuf!\" "
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nHide: (1d20+31)[ 48 ] , lolz\n\nIn case anyone is wondering, the mushroom is a Permanent Image.\n "
},
{
"author": "Ditto",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by theevilsmurf88 \n Your group has been together for a few years now. You have faced orcs and goblins as well as many other monsters. \n \n\nHey, I resemble that remark! 😛\n \n\n Bogrot \n \"Door's good!\" The foot-tall goblin scurries over to the door and inspects it for a moment. He reaches into a thimble-sized pouch at his waist and draws out a slender pole 10 times his height. Balancing it precariously in his tiny hands, he pokes and prods the edges a moment before motioning anyone to continue through to the passage.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Rolls \nSpot: *20* +8= 28\nListen: 4 +8= 12\nSearch: 18 +11= 29\n "
},
{
"author": "penitentmalleus",
"message": "E137 says succinctly, \"God, no underground. Let's go up. As long as we don't have to hit the underground, I don't have any problem with stairs.\""
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Antar \n\nAntar speaks in his gutteral voice \"who cares which way. Lets go now, I'm tired of waiting.... Its been like 3 seconds!\"\n\nAntar rushes through the doorway at a lope."
},
{
"author": "stupnick",
"message": " Braxus \n\nLetting Antar head in first and choose the way, Braxus is just a few steps behind him, not wanting him to get to far ahead and get all the action\n\n Hey!, just b/c you faster don't mean you can take all the fun "
},
{
"author": "bchilders",
"message": "Dak'kon\n\n \"Downstairs, upstairs doesn't matter to me,\" Dak'kon drawls as he strolls in behind those who rushed through the door."
},
{
"author": "penitentmalleus",
"message": "e137 Follows closely. \"I suppose you're right, it doesn't matter, It's all to do with personal preference. And mine is up.\""
},
{
"author": "Spyder_Cel",
"message": "Sul fallows behind with his longbow in hand. Bout time lets do this. "
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "Nothing other than the blue light is really out of place.\n\nYou ascend the staircase noting the intricate lattice work on the banister. You open the door...this hallway does not light up but you do hear a pounding down at the end.\n\n(those of you with darkvision cannot see far enough down the hallway to see the source)"
},
{
"author": "penitentmalleus",
"message": "e137 asks the group\"So what do you say, guys? Subtle way, or not-so-subtle way?\""
},
{
"author": "stupnick",
"message": " Braxus \n Well, i am a little sneaky, but not really...\n\nwait.. that was a pot shot at halflings wasn't it??? \n\n\nInside e137's mind he then hears Braxus's voice RACIST RACIST, not all of us our sneaky little backstabbers!!! \n\nonce again to the group alright, well let me try to sneak down there and see what i can see. \n \n Spoiler \n\n Hide - (1d20+8)[ 21 ] \n Move Silently - (1d20+7)[ 11 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Spyder_Cel",
"message": "Sul\n Lets just get a little closer and see what is making that sound. Then...We'll kill it. \nHe starts walking cautiously towards the noise, bow drawn.\nDarkvision 60ft."
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Antar \n\nSneaking forwards, Antar's nostrils dilate as he busily engages his other major sense in an attempt to figure out what is makig the noise.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nmove silently : 25 (taking 10, racial ability)\nhide : (1d20+12)[ 3 ](15) \nsurvival (Scent) (1d20+6)[ 16 ](22) \n "
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": " Jazz \n\nJazz whispers, \"You stay here, Sugnuf,\" and dazedly floats in the air just behind Braxus."
},
{
"author": "Ditto",
"message": " Bogrot \n\nThe minigoblin scurries into the shadows. \"I gots left!\" He begins to scurry thereafter.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHeh, ANTAR GOT A FOUR!\n Rolls \nHide: 18 +23= 41\nMove Silently: 5 +19= 24\nSpot: 6 +8= 14\nListen: 18 +8= 26\n "
},
{
"author": "bchilders",
"message": "Dak'kon\n\nDak'kon sees all that is going on and lazily strolls after the rest of the group, not seeming to worried about the booming sounds ahead."
},
{
"author": "penitentmalleus",
"message": "E137 draws his greatsword, following along."
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": " Jazz \n\nJazz draws her crossbow, just in case one of the fuzzy purple monsters she sees isn't a hallucination."
},
{
"author": "Irbis",
"message": "Um, is there Out of Character thread for this game?\n\nAnd, more importantly, I presume my slot is still open?\n[sorry for the delay, I had very complicated weekend] 😩"
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "((OOC:Sorry for the absence I was really sick and on stuff that made my mind a bit fuzzy. Ibles yes you can still play. No there is no OOC thread because I never read them.))\n\nAs you walk down the hallway slowly towards the pounding you see a very large humanoid shape. It is about 12 feet tall and is wreathed in blue black flames that give off no light. He appears to be pounding on a door. It turns to regard you as approach. It smiles at you as a hungry gleam enters its eyes.\n\nInitiative rolls."
},
{
"author": "Spyder_Cel",
"message": " Sul \nHP:56\nAC:18\nT:14 FF:14\n\n Initiative: (1d20+4)[ 20 ] \n\nSul rapidly fires off two arrows at the giant.\n \n Spoiler \n\nRapid Shot\nAttack1: (1d20+9)[ 23 ] \nDamage1: (1d8+8)[ 14 ] \nAttack2: (1d20+9)[ 16 ] \nDamage2: (1d8+8)[ 12 ] \nIf it is within 30ft., +1 atk, dmg...Hope not though, darkvision 60ft.\n "
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Antar \n \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \nHP : 26\nAC : 22, T : 14, FF : 18 (-2 due to charge in first round, 20/12/16)\n \n\n\nA spiked chain flies out of the shadows, announcing Antar's presence.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nReach 10, To Hit : (1d20+11)[ 24 ] (+2 charge)\nDamage (2d4+10)[ 17 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "stupnick",
"message": " Braxus \n \n Spoiler \n\n Initiative - (1d20+2)[ 7 ] \nHP: 64/64\nAC: 22\nT: 13 F: 20\n \n\n\nCharging the hulking beast, Braxus almost leaps at his with both claws pointed forward attempting to tear into it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Claw Main Hand - (1d20+11)[ 18 ] +2 more if i get to charge\n Damage Main Hand - (1d6+6)[ 10 ] \n Claw Off Hand - (1d20+11)[ 16 ] +2 more if i get to charge\n Damage Off Hand - (1d6+6)[ 7 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Ditto",
"message": " Bogrot \n \n Spoiler \nInit+7 = 20; HP 36; AC 22, Touch 17, FF 14\n \n\n\nBogrot slinks along the side of the hallway, doublemoving to reach the far side of the glowy fellow. He figures that he might actually succeed in breaking down the door - why disturb him now? If he proves implacable , Bogrot thinks merrily, at least I'll be in flanking position. "
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": " Jazz \n\nInitiative: (1d20+7)[ 25 ] \nJazz doesn't like to get eaten! As a reflex, she fires off a magic missle!\nMeanwhile, a halfing image holding a large shield and a bastard sword advances around to flank the enemy! \"Go get 'im, Foster!\" \n \n Spoiler \n (1d4+1)[ 5 ] \nMove up within 60 feet, also.\nPermanent Image, Will disbelief, DC 23\n \n\n HP = 10 / 10\n AC = 20 = 10 + 7 (DEX) + 1 (size) + 1 (natural)\nFF = 12 ; T = 18\n+1 AC from Dodge if I act first\n Total Concealment "
},
{
"author": "bchilders",
"message": "Dak'kon activates his inertial armor and moves in around the figure.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative: (1d20+6)[ 18 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "((gonna give Irbis one more day then I will post actions.))"
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": "is this an attack of opportunity moment for me then? its a reach weapon which i use... and i have this snazzy ability to create a bull rush 4/day... so perhaps it never got close :p"
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "((I agree))\n\nInitiatives:\nJazz 25\nSul and Bogrot 20\nAntar 19\nDak'kon 18\nUnknown Monster\nBraxus\n\nA magic missile appears from nowhere smashing into the monsters body. He almost misses a step but seems only a little hurt by it. Your halfling also advances.\n\nThe skilled marksman Sul fires two arrows from his devastating bow and now the monster definitely staggers when the first arrow hits. The staggering causes the second arrow to miss its mark my millimeters.\n\nBogrot moves closer but takes no action.\n\nAntar charges in whipping his chain striking him squarely across the jaw dislocating it.\n\nDak'kon moves closer to the melee activating a protective psionic barrier around himself.\n\nThe monster closes on Antar and places his burning hand on your chest. While you think it is going to be hot it is actually one of the coldest things you have ever felt. It is so cold in actually disintegrates a small piece of your flesh off. (7 cold damage + 1 Charisma Damage.) You see his dislocated jaw actually pop back in.\n\nBraxus charges in after Antar and attacks with his claw (you only get one attack on a charge plus the second wouldn't have hit anyway.) You leave deep scars into its chest but you feel the cold fire bite at you as you slash him. (3 cold damage) He also puts his hand on you as well and while it wasn't that painful you are already cold and it freezes a large chunk of flesh right off your chest. (4 cold damage + 6 charisma damage) The arrow pops out of his flesh and while it is not healed it does look better."
},
{
"author": "stupnick",
"message": " Braxus\n\nHP 51/64 +3fast healing on my turn 54/64\nAC: 22\nT: 13 F: 20\n \n \n Spoiler \n\ni actually get 2 attacks on a charge, i have pounce, which let's me get a full attack action when i charge : ) but as you said.. would have missed either way\n \n\n\nGrowling with pain from this searing cold, Braxus redoubles his efforts on this creature and also begins to close some of his own wounds\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n attack main hand - (1d20+11)[ 24 ] \n damage main hand - (1d6+6)[ 9 ] \n attack off hand - (1d20+11)[ 13 ] \n damage off hand - (1d6+6)[ 11 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "bchilders",
"message": " Dak'kon \n\nSeeing the pain caused by touching this creature Dak'kon decides to keep his distance. He draws and throws two shurikens in quick succesion.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack1: (1d20+7)[ 23 ] \nDamage: (1d2+4)[ 5 ] \n\nAttack2: (1d20+7)[ 21 ] \nDamage: (1d2+4)[ 5 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Spyder_Cel",
"message": " Sul \nHP:56\nAC:18\nT:14 FF:14\n\nSul rapidly fires off another two arrows at the giant.\n \n Spoiler \n\nRapid Shot\nAtk1 (1d20+9)[ 22 ] \nDmg1 (1d8+8)[ 13 ] \nAtk2 (1d20+9)[ 26 ] \nDmg2 (1d8+8)[ 12 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": "Jazz concentrates on her illusion and makes the halfling run around behind the creature to flank him as she tries to gauge whether or not her decoy is effective.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAgain, Permanent Image , Will disbelief DC 23... Since the spell has the \"figment\" subschool, I don't think undead are immune to it. (Just in case the monster is undead)\n "
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n\nInitiative (1d20+4)[19]\nHP : 26 (19)\nAC : 22, T : 14, FF : 18\n \n\n\nBacking up slightly to put Braxis between him and the monster, his spiked chain\n\n \n Spoiler \n\njust curious if i should roll a Attack of opportunity for the baddie closing with me to attack... after all, reach 10. if so, here it is.\nReach 10, To Hit : (1d20+9)[ 21 ] \nDamage (2d4+10)[ 17 ] \n\naand the attack roll from this round\n\nReach 10, To Hit : (1d20+9)[ 18 ] \nDamage (2d4+10)[ 16 ] \n\njust in case, here is a crit confirmation roll (1d20+9)[ 14 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "((It appears we have lost Bogrot))\n\nIt doesn't ignore the thing as a matter of fact when it passes it reaches for it to drain it like it drained the others but its hand passes right through...now its ignoring it.\n\nSul knocks two arrows burying one in its chest and the other in the creatures flaming face. The arrow hits it between the eyes pinning it to the door it was pounding on.\n\n((as to your question Jael, no you would not get an attack of opportunity because the creature was already in your threat range when it advanced on you. It didn't get one against you since you didn't enter his threat range to attack him but you don't get one either.))"
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": " Jazz \n\nJazz fires her crossbow, then quickly reloads it, ready to fire it off again next round.\n\n (1d20+7)[ 11 ] (+7 DEX, +1 Size, +1 WF, +1 PBS, +1 Enhancement, -4 for firing into melee) (remember to ignore DEX bonus)\n (1d6+2)[ 8 ] , and (1d6)[ 1 ] cold (if it's not immune)"
},
{
"author": "Spyder_Cel",
"message": " Sul \nHP:56\nAC:18\nT:14 FF:14\nWith a smile on his face from the success of his last attack he fires off another two arrows at the giant.\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack1: (1d20+9)[ 13 ] \nDmg1: (1d8+8)[ 13 ] \nAttack2: (1d20+9)[ 28 ] \nDmg2: (1d8+8)[ 15 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "((Uh the creature is dead, hence the arrow going through its eyes pinning it to the door))"
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Antar \n\nIdly rubbing his wound, Antar searches the body.\n\nsearch (1d20)[ 7 ] \n\nThen he moves up to the door, and listens carefully.\n\n (1d20+2)[ 11 ] "
},
{
"author": "Spyder_Cel",
"message": "((Overkill 😉 ))\nSul cautiously aproches the the corpse, slightly behind Antar."
},
{
"author": "bchilders",
"message": " Dak'kon \n\nDak'kon will try to recover his two shurikens and waits patiently as others check out the door."
},
{
"author": "Jael_Darkwood",
"message": " Antar \n\n\"I am hurt. Anyone heal me?\""
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "Your search even though it was a lousy search is still good enough to realize that he has NO gear on him he isn't even wearing clothes. As for your listen check you hear a voice calling through the door speaking in a language you don't understand."
},
{
"author": "Ditto",
"message": "(Still here! Sorry, just lurking at the door... is this a language that anyone conceivably *could* have, or it a Plot-Shielded babble language?)"
},
{
"author": "theevilsmurf88",
"message": "((it is a language that people can know its just most people don't choose ignan as one of their languages))"
},
{
"author": "Ditto",
"message": " Bogrot \n\nThoroughly unimpressed with the results of his last attempt at door-opening, he strides miniature strides over to the door and pushes it open. \"Helloooooo? Everybody out, last call. Don't make us come in there!\" As he looks at the scene on the other side of the door, he says sideways to his companions, \"Say, does anyone speak Grumble?\" "
},
{
"author": "Spyder_Cel",
"message": "Sul rushes over to the little companion with bow drawn, Are you trying to get yourself killed? He looks through the door and and looks around."
}
] |
[
{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Clamber vs. MitS \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Morbius - Monster in the Shadows \n Clamber - Stimpus \n All Combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "stimpius",
"message": " Clamberer \n\nReserving right to purchase something after you.\n\n Initiatve - (1D20+5)[ 13 ] \n\nGood luck."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " High Ref Paladin Latham \n\nSorry Morbius but MitS is disqualified for inactivity.\n\n Clamberer is declared the winner and recieves 300xp and 300gp. "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Your first mistake was letting the DR capture you. They rarely let you make a second mistake.\n\nIt was three weeks ago that you were thrown roughly into one of Prosperity Dome’s many cramped prison cells and cut off from the outside world. However, today promises to bring a little excitement into the monotony of solitary confinement, a little change. For today is the day of your execution.\n\nWhat are you going to do about it?"
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": " ! \n\n..\n\nI complain politely to the most amicable guard (if any) that I was doing my duty as a soldier for a government that no longer exists and that I as one of the foremost prodigy of child espers would make excellent materiel for the Divine Republic 's research or army. \" Would you please , please let me speak to one of your superiors ? *fawn* \n Spoiler \n(she's quite cute with slightly poofy red chins that annoy her and with the looks of a 12-14 year old, brownish, whisplish hair (Rosalyn [Okage]), red eyes. very present)\n \n\n\n\nIf this fails I immediately sit down next to the wall and look out silently at the outside and at the personnel guarding us.\n\n\nOtherwise I ignore the scum and filth of humans overcrowding my space."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": "I look around for a set of keys or the like. Are there any visible? Do I know if the guard has a set? Or is it thumbprint/retina locks?\n\nShane Tokai\n \n Spoiler \n\nCrunch:\n \n Spoiler \n\nName: Shane Tokai\nAge: 17\n\nShane has:\n Stats: \nStrength: Poor (-2)\nDexterity: Great (+2)\nConstitution: Poor (-2)\nIntelligence: Great (+2)\nWisdom: Great (+2)\nCharisma: Good (+1)\n\n3 pts\n+/- allowed\n\nSkills [44]:\n\nAll skills start at Poor (1 point for Mediocre, 2 for Fair etc).\n\nMentally, Shane is…\n\nFair at Making Friends +0 (2) + 1 CHA\nFair at Influencing people +0 (2) + 1 CHA\nGood at Puzzles +1 (3) + 2 INT\nFair at Geometry Thriving in the desert +0 (2) + 2 INT\nFair at History +0 (2) + 2 INT\n\nPhysically, Shane is…\n\nFair at Acrobatics + 0 (2) + DEX\nGood at Tai Chi + 1 (3) + DEX\nGood at Hand-Eye Coordination + 1 (3) + DEX\nFair at Sneaking + 0 (2) + DEX\n\nIn a PT, Shane is…\n\nFair at Melee physically abusing his enemies +0 (2)\nFair at Shooting targetting important components + 0 (2) + ?\nGreat at Dodging getting his mech out of harm's way + 2 (4) + ?\nGreat at Piloting being highly coordinated while in a mech + 2 (4) + ?\n\nEsper:\nGreat at Telepathy : Great +2 (4) + 2 WIS\nGreat at Telekinesis: Great +2 (4) + 2 WIS\nGood at Precognition : Good +1 (3) + 2 WIS\n \n\n\nBackground:\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe world came alive again, blackness disappearing in a rapid blinks and some short rubs of his eyeballs with his hands. Cold hard metal embraced his pounding temple, washing away some of the pain, frustration and humiliation.\n\nShane was leaned upright against the side of the cell when he came to, harsh overhead lights a rude wake up call, followed by the even harsher sight of the bars keeping him penned in.\n\nAs he explored the small space he was in, his stomach growled loudly, his hunger making him wish for some of his mother's home-cooked meals. He'd never known they'd done without in that little camp in the wilderness. It was where he'd grown up, and the best that the camp had was the best he'd ever known existed.\n\nSo naive, back then. He still had a fondness for the desert in his heart, though; a place where, if you knew how, you could survive, even thrive. The blood that coursed through Shane was a mixture of english, arabian and japanese descent. Always filled with a desire to explore, a love of the shifting sands of the desert, and a drive to succeed unparalleled by any other, Shane's curiosity had gotten him into a great deal of trouble as a kid.\n\n \"Hell, it's gotten me into a lot of trouble as a young adult, too,\" he thought as he glanced around the interior of the cell once more.\n\nBack then, though, he'd been so very happy. Between his father's teachings on self-defence and how to hunt, and his mother's people showing them the secrets of the desert, and despite the more formal lessons in language and math, he still couldn't think of anything better in his life.\n\n \"Kind of sad, when you reach your peak at age seven,\" he thought to himself quietly.\n\nHis natural ability to make friends and get them to do what he wanted had made him the ringleader of the children around the camp. He'd used his father's teachings on stealth to raise havoc, playing pranks and stealing snacks for himself and the other kids. He'd earned more than a few spankings in his time.\n\n \"Guess I'm in for more than a spanking this time, though,\" came the pessimistic thought, almost ruining Shane's reminiscing.\n\nIt wasn't until he had turned 13 that he'd shown that he was any different from the rest of the boys. He'd known the DR troops were coming, just minutes before they'd shown up, but those minutes were all his people had needed to get packed up and hidden.\n\nThe PTs had strolled through the junk left behind by the nomads, and he could hear the frustated comments between the pilots... even though they weren't being said out loud, and he wasn't anywhere near a radio. \n\nIt was that day that he'd first coughed up blood. He'd been frightened and terrified then, not knowing what was going on, but over the years, he'd figured it out.\n\nHe was a natural esper, a very powerful one...but flawed nonetheless. Whenever he used his abilities, his body turned against itself, unable to withstand the unnatural currents of power he wielded to get the needed effects. In time, his body had adapted, and withstood the torsion caused by his psychic capabilities much better than it had when he was younger...now he only started to bleed if he pushed himself too much...but the damage had already been done.\n\nYears of avoiding PT patrols by bare minutes because of Shane's powers had taken their toll. His young body hade wilted away under the pressure, leaving him physically weaker and less resilient than before.\n\n \"I've often wondered how many years I've carved off my life by using my abilities...but I guess it doesn't matter now,\" he thinks, dragged inexorably back to the here and now of the cold, stark cell.\n\nShane's abilities had finally failed his tribe one dark night in the desert. Shane had passed out from using his abilities too much earlier in the day, and his people had settled down at a nearby oasis to make sure the 15 year old would be alright. The DR troopers had swept in off the dunes, running a simple check of all the known local watering holes.\n\nHis people had been massacred. His father had been killed, trying to fight. Shane woke up the next day under the ruins of a tent, his mother's body blackened almost to ash right outside the front flap.\n\nShane had been devastated, but knew the desert was a harsh mistress. He wandered for a time, until he came upon a group of bandit raiders. Eventually, with his natural charisma, he wormed his way inside, and was soon placed in a PT of his own. For two years he'd conducted operations with the bandits, becoming a fair pilot in his own right.\n\nShane had relished every single chance to strike back at the DR, perhaps a little too much. He had stayed late in the last raid, desperate to destroy one more DR PT, one more bad memory.\n\nInstead, he'd been caught by the arriving reinforcements as the rest of his band fled, outnumbered and out-gunned. Even so, he'd still managed to take down three more before they'd finally legged his PT and made it unable to move.\n\nWhen they'd finally gotten him out, they'd beaten him repeatedly, all the way back to the cell he was in now.\n\n \"Well, no use sitting around here,\" Shane thinks to himself. \"Got to start working on getting the hell out of here,\" \n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The solitary guard ignores the girl's pleading with typical DR discipline. The only visible set of keys are hung on his belt, and he shows no inclination to give them up."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": "I telekinetically choke the guard into unconsciousness (I think I can do that, right?), which should keep him quiet while simultaneously rendering him a non-threat."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "Voiree looked at Shane again, knowing his power through her well-developed psychoawareness. It had been three weeks in this cell and she had sensed him like a mega-watt bulb dangling uncomfortably from the flaking ceiling. Moving over carefully through the cramped dungeon to sit down next beside him she chose to touch his arm, inching her hand down to hold his -\n and abruptly questioning him\n\" Will they weed us out at the end or is it time to save ourselves ?\" she thinks to him in a murmur. \n\n---\n\n<\" The hell ?\"> not halfways sat down yet. He had made a choice. Misallo immediately reinforces his attempt to disable the sentry."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "Precognition (3d6+5)[ 22 ] (Should have been 20.) Before taking more direct action to help Shane: Is this a terrible or a good idea?\nTelekinesis (3d6+5)[ 15 ] Aid Shane in an attempt to stop whatever way the guard tries to alert anyone else of the situation while being strangulated (grab a comm. unit, move vocal chords, push a button, etc.) ."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"I refuse to die here,\" Shane says quietly. \"One lone guard will not be enough to see me to my death!\" he continues as he chokes the man until he passes out.\n\n \"There'll be a camera,\" he thinks to himself. \"But maybe we can get out and get our hands on a weapon before his reinforcements can get here.\" "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "<\" Tell me next time !\"> she looks at him with consternation, mentally flicking through the probability of cameras at reading his thoughts. Her next and most immediate move will be to attempt to undo the sentry's keys from his belt and flip them over to Shane while still retaining her focus on discouraging any alarm being sounded.\nTelekinesis (3d6+5)[ 13 ] \n< We are underneath a dome . Someone from our cell - block with urban contacts out domeside .> Voiree scans the room for any likely candidates."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": "Telekinesis:\n (3d6+4)[ 15 ] \n OOC: Although, if I can move an entire mech with my brain power, being able to crush someone's trachea shouldn't even be a roll, right? "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "((OOC: Correct, it is not that simple. Without a T-Link System to focus your powers they are only viable on a human scale. Do not overestimate your abilities))\n\nThe telekinetic assault swiftly throttles the guard into unconciousness before he can sound the alarm, his communicator bouncing from his hand to Voiree's in one swift motion. In her mind she briefly hears an older man congratulating her, but the vision quickly passes."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "Misallo uses telekinesis to pass the weapons and keys to Shane."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": "(Why haven't new posts been showing up in my Control Panel? Bloody vBulletin.)\n\nOne of the prisoners in the back of the cell remains quiet through the whole ordeal. A thin man, probably quite tall when he's not slouched in the back of a prison cell. After the telekinetic assault, he laughs softly and speaks aloud. \"Impressive, little Hopes.\" He stands up, as suspected, to a height of slightly over six feet, and stretches lazily, as if he had just awoken from a nap. The state of his short black hair reinforces the image. \"Other divinities will be coming soon. Like a leaf on the wind, we must blow this joint. You are a doppel of Gangers, yes? We will escape together.\" "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "*nods*\n weird p * rson \n\nVoiree ceases paying attention to the rest soon and reaches out to tap the man's hip lightly with her left index finger, looking up at him steadily as if something.\n\nAlternatively and later if noone will do her messy work for her then she will rip out the sentry's throat with her nails."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": "Shane quickly takes the keys and opens the cell door.\n\n \"Last train's a leavin', boys\" he says, as he bends down and appropriates the guard's weapons.\n\nHe then looks around the area he finds himself in, searching for a way out."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": "The thin man walks nimbly toward Shane and the door, pausing to speak to Voiree. \"No need to disassemble the cog, little Hope. You'll get him everywhere. If you want him to keep lying down, just snap his neck.\" "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "Voiree looks at her bloodied hands, the man talking to her. Deciding it'll take too much time she quickly follows him up to a step between him and Shane."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Shane finds himself in possession of a small pistol-esque weapon, the only one he could find on the body of the guard. It looks to be electric; a stun weapon, perhaps? An unusual design, in any case.\n\nThere appears to be only one way out of the cell block; a single locked door opposite their previous home. However, with the keys in your possession the lock would probably be less than an obstacle."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"Alright, if you're coming, let's go,\" Shane says, holding the weapon down by his leg, pointed at the ground, and making for the door quickly, but quietly. If there's a window, he'll look through it. If not, he'll unlock the door and peek out, again, quickly and quietly."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Peeking through the door, Shane sees that it leads out into a wide circular courtyard. His attention is drawn, however, to the dozen or so DR soldiers hanging around the area, chatting and relaxing. This is either a recreation area or a very informal ambush. Other doors are dotted around the circumference of the yard, but there is little cover to be had in the area."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": "Shane quickly motions for the others to stop, and doubles back to the unconscious (dead?) guard. Looking at the size of the guard's uniform, he compares it to himself and the other prisoners to see who might make the best fit.\n\nHe also looks around for any handcuffs that might be found, and begins stripping his former victim.\n\n \"We can't go out that way without some kind of disguise, some kind of cover. There's a dozen off-duty guards out there. I'm thinking we pose as a guard accompanying two prisoners,\" \n\nHe looks around.\n\n \"The girl can't be the guard, so it's down to you and me pal, and that'll be decided by whom the uniform fits better,\" he shrugs.\n\n \"I don't know either of you from adam, but since you're in here, I have to imagine none of us are very popular with the DR, and it would be in our best interests to work together to get the hell out of here.\" "
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"Adam? I'm no angel. Aaron is my name.\" Aaron looks over the prone guard. \"Smaller than me. I think you should. You move more like a soldier anyway.\" "
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"Alright. Help me find some cuffs for you two,\" he says, starting to get changed into the uniform. \"Then we can get out of here,\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The guard's belt yields a single pair of metal cuffs, which fit to one of the keys on the key-ring. The pockets of the pilfered uniform also contain an ID card, registered to George Girder, and there is a lone bucket in the corner of the room. Beyond that, there are no further resources to exploit."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"Hey, girl! Grab that bucket,\" he looks at the big guy. \"You need to put these on,\" he says, tossing the cuffs to the larger guy. \"Behind your back if you don't mind,\" he adds, as he shrugs into the uniform.\n\n \"If the fecal matter hits the rotary impeller, don't do anything, unless I say , I don't know, rosebuds, or something. I'll try and talk us out of here, but there's no telling what'll happen when we get out there,\" \n\nHe straightens up and fixes the collar on the shirt, and draws the pistol from the holster, covering the other two with it. \"Both of you in front, big guy first. Don't say anything,\" \n \"Any of you remember which way you came in? I was unconscious when they dragged me in here. Mainly I'm just trying to figure out which way to go when we get out there...\" he asks."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": "Aaron quietly takes the handcuffs, cufffs them in front of him, and steps over them with each foot to put them behind his back. \"Good to know,\" he says to no one in particular. He then moves to the door and waits for the girl before moving out."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "Voiree follows the orders complacently but with some hatred in her eyes at the sight of the bucket.\nLocking her hands behind her back felt like a horrible idea but what could she do with them anyway.. She follows the Big Leaf."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "Not wanting to leave an eventual alarm behind Voiree uses her telekinesis to snap the man's neck before putting on the cuffs.\n\n (3d6+6)[ 19 ] (that should be an 18)"
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "((OOC: There is only one pair of cuffs; Voiree doesn't have any. She just has a bucket.))"
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"Watch the door,\" he says to the big guy, before walking back over to where the girl is busy snapping the man's neck, and then standing confused at the lack of cuffs for her.\n\n \"Hey, don't look at me,\" Shane says, looking at the girl. \"I'd much rather have two pairs of handcuffs,\" he adds apologetically, \"But it looks like the bucket is all we've got,\"\n\nHe looks around the cell block once more, checking for anything he might have missed.\n\n \"We've got to go. You, girl, try to keep the 'prisoner' between you and the guards as much as possible. Hold the bucket in both hands, like it's heavy, and you're just carrying something for me so I can keep both of you covered. Hey, big guy!\" he calls out as he approaches the door, trying to get the man's attention.\n\nWhen the big man turns to face him, Shane busts him in the nose with the butt of the pistol, breaking the cartilage and causing blood to rush out.\n \n\"Sorry man, I didn't want to hurt you, but we need to have some reason to leave the cell block, and a medical emergency is the surest way,\" he grins. \"For some reason all dictators seem to want their prisoners nice and healthy before they go to the gallows...\" \n\nHe looks at the door.\n\n \"Now listen,\" he says, suddenly very serious. \"The four best words to get rid of off-duty soldiers are \"Looking for a volunteer',\" he says.\n\n \"Soldiers are hard wired with the belief that volunteeering for anything is bad . We're going to go out there, and I'm going to call out and ask for a volunteer to help me get you to the medbay,\" he shakes his head.\n\n \"That should get rid of most of them pretty quick; they'll disperse, trying to avoid any extra work, or getting dragooned into any, because after volunteers have been asked for and not found, the next step is drafting someone,\" \n \"If we're lucky, they'll all split. If not...we may end with one or two that stay behind,\" he stops for a second.\n\n \"Worst case scenario, we end up having to fight them all, and that's nothing more than what we've got right now. Oh and, girl, you'll be using the bucket to catch his blood, \" he says, thumbing in the direction of the big guy.\n\n \"What do you think?\" he asks, looking at his compatriots, and wincing at the swelling of the big guy's nose as he gets a better look at it."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": "Aaron thinks for a moment, looking surprised but not particularly pained. Then he kicks the other man hard in the stomach.\n\n \"Good plan. Catch your breath and we'll go.\" "
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": "Winded, Shane bends over in the middle and tries to catch his breath.\n\n \"Huff....huff....huh...fair....huff...enough.. .,\" he gasps out, a sardonic twist to his mouth."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": "Nose bleeding slowly over the front of his outfit, Aaron turns toward the door out of the room.\n\n \"Miss, please catch my blood. I may need it later. Sir, lead on. I am ready to dissemble.\" He puts on an exaggerated grimace of pain and anger, as a brutalized prisoner might have."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "I hold the bucket up and down in front of him to catch his blood. Thank goodness I'm not cuffed."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": "When Shane has caught his breath, he motions towards the door with the pistol.\n \n\"None of you remember how we got in here?\" he asks plaintively as they get ready to go through it and face the dangers posed by the soldiers in the common area.\n\n OOC: Surely someone would remember the way out, having been awake when they were brought in, DM? "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "Psychoawareness roll for prison: (3d6+5)[ 18 ] "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Between your fragmented recollections and Voiree's psychic ability you're pretty sure that the exit is reached through the door opposite to you, on the other side of the courtyard."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"Alright, let's try this on for size,\" says Shane.....and then the light bulb goes on.\n\n \"Wait, wait...what if we strangled one of those guys out there, like he was choking? He drops to the floor, they resuscitate him...Wouldn't they run him over to the med station? Wouldn't that take, like, four of them, at least?\" he looks at the others.\n\n \"It might cut the odds, before we risk our lives,\" he says, glad he thought of it before charging through the door."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"Seems repetitive,\" observes Aaron. \"Also, you broke my nose already. It'd be a shame to waste it.\" "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "\" If anything happens we could telegrab their weapons and have them fire at each other . Also , I wouldn ' t pull anything , it ' d heighten their alert .\"\n\n\" Stay cool .\" she directs Shane. \" Alternatively , finding out where their hospital is may be beneficial for a prolonged escape but time would lag out and increase the risk in total . Either we go now or we launch an all - out psychic attack starting with confusion among their ranks with the same effect as the aformentioned . Personally I say we remain vigilant and get the drop on them at the last moment should something happen or to gain exit . Perhaps you walk us to the end of the other door and then we choke one amongst their number to cause distraction .\"\n\n\" They will wonder why you do not direct him to the infirmary so it will be necessary to take radical action towards the end phase .\"\n\n\" And I have a communicator .\" Misallo adds. \" You should be carrying it .\" she hands it to Shane.\n\n\" Let ' s go .\" she touches him as if to comfort but her sharp look remaining. \" Time is wasting .\"\n\n\n\" You have precognition , Shane ?\" Voiree reminds him in the form of a question. \n Spoiler \nI'm assuming the two of us know each others name as we both have great Telepathy\n \n\n\n\" Remember to use telepathy to adjust our plan in res and to rebound the information to each other , in particular any passwords or names of authority figures that we can gather .\"\n\nPrecognition Roll [which of the plans will end the best]: (3d6+3)[ 11 ] \n\n1) Direct Escape.\n2) Direct Escape with distraction at end.\n3) Direct Escape with distraction at start.\n4) Infirmary.\n5) Other\n\n5/6) Deliberate\n\n\n Add-on parts \n\nX) Friendly fire as distraction.\nY) Choking as distraction.\nZ) Both doubled up or split as distraction.\nA) All out psychic assault."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "Telepathy, attempting to read the surface thoughts of the dozen guards and also attempting to ascertain what tactic they will be most susceptible too: (3d6+5)[ 14 ] \n\nVM will keep ahead and hold the bucket in front of the weirdo (IC) at a comfortable angle and keep up the visual with the guards so she can continue to read their minds and rebound the information to Shane."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " ((OOC: \n\n \n Originally Posted by Moechi_Vill \n Precognition Roll [which of the plans will end the best]: [roll0]\n\n1) Direct Escape.\n2) Direct Escape with distraction at end.\n3) Direct Escape with distraction at start.\n4) Infirmary.\n5) Other\n\n5/6) Deliberate\n\n\n Add-on parts \n\nX) Friendly fire as distraction.\nY) Choking as distraction.\nZ) Both doubled up or split as distraction.\nA) All out psychic assault. \n \n\nPrecognition does not work that way. It is passive, not active. If you recieve a vision I will let you know.\n\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Moechi_Vill \n I'll run an attempt to use telekinesis to make a few of them want to pee or poop as well if I can reach within their bodies. \n \n\nNo. First of all, you don't have that much power. Secondly, that's extremely vulgar and not appropriate for this game. Please don't use 'f*cker' again either.\n\n /OOC)) \n\n\nVoiree sifts through the jumble of thoughts floating around in the courtyard. A lot of it is of no use to you at all, but you do pick up one interesting thread; apparently the soldiers have all been ordered to use non-lethal fire today. The reason, however, remains a mystery."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " OOC: I think he meant he wanted to try and get them to want to go to the bathroom. So as to ge tthem out of the room. \n\nShane nods and gestures to the door.\n\n \"Let's roll the dice,\" he says aloud. \"Head for the exit. Slowly,\" "
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": "Aaron heads out into the room and for the exit. Slowly. He arranges his face into an angry scowl while simultaneously looking cross-eyed at his own nose, figuring that's pretty close to how anyone would look in his apparent situation. Meanwhile, he's calculating exactly how he'd have to contort to jump and move his hands in front of him in one motion, in case he gets to do violence."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": " < I smell a setup . Let ' s not head for the resistance before we can trace every possibility , mental and physical , of being followed .> "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "((OOC: I'm British, not American. The edit's not important, since telekinesis can't do that; for future reference, you can't influence bodily functions like that.))"
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " <Look, sometimes, you've just got to go, and hope for the best. We can't wait any longer!> Shane thinks at the others carefully.\n\nHe points at the door."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "((OOC: Moechi, in order not to derail the thread any further I've put my reply in the OOC thread.))\n\nFrom outside your cell you hear the chiming of the noon bell, a daily occurence that signifies the middle of the day. Which, coincidentally, is when executions traditionally take place....\n\nTime, as they say, is running out."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "< he ' s not a telepath > comes a sardonic thought back.\n\nMisallo hurries up along Aaron who is already leaving, \n Spoiler \nOOC thread statement?\n \n and does her incarnate best in holding the bucket out under his face to catch any drops of the prisoners lifeblood."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The group's progress across the courtyard is brought to an abrupt halt when a soldier calls out to them \"Hey, you! What do you think you're doing?\" "
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"Oh good,\" says Shane. \"I'm glad you're here, as I need a volunteer to help me get this guy to the medical wing and get him cleaned up,\"\n \n \"Seems he got a little desperate as the hour approached, and I had to crack him one. The simple fact is, he can't be executed looking like that - It's supposed to be some sort of propaganda coup, I was told, and if we do it with him looking like this, it'll just look like we're abusing our prisoners,\" \n\nShane looks at the inquisitive soldier and his companions.\n\n \"You guys don't look like you're very busy, maybe one of you can help me out. I'll have to keep him covered, so you'll be the one doing the cleaning, mind. Any volunteers?\" \n (3d6+1)[ 15 ] \n(Influencing people check - keeping in mind that his goal is to get them to go away .)"
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The soldier glares at Shane as his companions suddenly remember prior appointments and slip away behind him.\n\n \"The execution is in ten minutes, soldier. If there's a delay because you couldn't keep your hands to yourself then there will be hell to pay, you mark my words. Now get going, and be quick about it!\" "
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"Oh crap,\" says Shane. \"In that case, I'm going to take him outside to hose him off first, then over to the med bay to get him treated. I just want to get the worst of the blood off, and make it look like he's been getting decent treatment. Wouldn't want to delay anything!\" \n\nwith that, he kicks the big guy in the back to get him moving again, this time, towards the door.\n\n \"Move it out, scum,\" he says, for the benefit of the audience. \"...and no funny stuff, or I'll just shoot you this time,\" "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "< you ' re good at this > Voiree thinks with some admiration while using her girly little frame to appear innocent and scared as she struggles to keep in throw with the leafy prisoner."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"Two gangers walk into a bar. Ouch. See? Not funny at all,\" Aaron deadpans, and continues marching solemnly toward the exit.\n\n If you can hear me thinking, Hopes, tell me when we break for it. "
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " <Outside again.> Shane fairly rumbles with mental pleasure as the warm wind hits him. <Listen, we'll probably be in some kind of fortress,> he thinks to the others. <Play it cool for the moment, we're 'looking for a hose'; what we're really looking for is a way out. Most likely the sewers will provide our exit. But we've got to find one fast, because someone's going to go looking for us in our cells soon, and then it's curtains.> \n\nShane turns the radio on, but extremely low, so that only he ought to be able to hear it, when the balloon goes up.\n\n What does the exterior look like, Tamer bill? "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "Voiree gives a miniscule nod to the big guy to ascertain something while extending a tender caring hand to brush a little of his matted hair aside.\n\n`` feel the same, to break the line to hold... and when I'm far far away from thee but beside you when I think of you so always in my life ``\n< roger - Shane \n maybe we can battle versus some rats down there >\n\nPsychoawareness for sewer tunnels..."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "(attempt, version 4.5)\n\n (3d6+5)[ 2 ][ 3 ][ 5 ](15) "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The view outside is hardly what one would call stimulating. The ground is hard desert earth, and the compound is surrounded on all sides by a giant barbed-wire fence, with sentry posts keeping guard at appropriate intervals along the barrier. You can see no obvious sewer entrances, but on the other hand you don't see any soldiers either."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " <Well I got us outside.> Shane thinks at the other two. <But without sewers, I'll be damned if I can imagine how we're going to get out of the compound. Maybe an aircraft or the motor pool?> he asks.\n\nShane looks around with an eye for a hose or a hangar, basically any bloody way off the base.\n\n \"Around the back, you two!\" he snaps, gesturing with the pistol for the benefit of any on-lookers, for the 'prisoners' to travel down the side of the building away from the fence, hoping to get a better look at the layout of the rest of the camp."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"There should be Knights of the Temple or their younger brothers somewhere here,\" Aaron mutters quietly. \"If we can surprise their handlers, we could make off with them.\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Around the side of the building, the group finds an exit. It is, however, a little more trafficed than they may have hoped for. A gate leads through the barbed-wire fence and out into the wasteland, and through it travel the supply trucks of the Divine Republic. One such truck is sitting by the side of the building, unmoving. From the size of it, it would seem to be carrying a large cargo."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " Are the guards searching the trucks as they leave? \n <Right, we're taking that truck.> Shane thinks at the others. <You pair get in the back. Stealthily.> "
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": "Aaron nods, and is off, creeping as quietly as possible and staying out of the guards' sight.\n\nCreeping skill: (3d6+2)[ 14 ] "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "((OOC: The trucks are leaving unhindered))"
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "Voiree leaps into the nearest truck as fast as she can but with an attempt at stealth. Stealth: (3d6+1)[ 4 ][ 5 ][ 5 ](15) She quickly examines the concent in the back, hoping for a conveniently emplaced war machine or valuable supplies to sell on the black market.\n\nIf it's a war machine her efforts refocus to getting into it immediately.\n\n Security has been a laugh . Is the DR weak and incapable of rulership unlike the old lords , Italy , the United States of America , even the fragile United Nations ? ... something is amiss ... \n\nMisallo remembers the passing trucks and carefully scans them from any well hidden vantage point in the back: sifting through the thoughts of drivers and any security personnel. Something big had gone down. Something valuable was close. Telepathy: (3d6+5)[ 5 ][ 1 ][ 5 ](16) "
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": "Once the two 'prisoners' are hidden away, Shane looks around to make sure no-one saw, holstering his weapon, as if having just checked to make sure it was fully operable.\n\nIf still unwitnessed, he tosses the cuff keys into the back of the van, and makes his way to the front of it, hopping up into the cab, starting the truck, and making for the gate.\n\n <Pray we get out before the alarm goes out, people.> he thinks at them."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Shane turns the key in the ignition, but the machine doesn't start. Instead, he hears a click as all the doors lock themselves, and the cargo section is sealed. The radio crackles to life, and everyone present in the vehicle hears an old man's voice adressing them.\n\n \"Very well done, I must say. Good show of initiative and resourcefulness. You all pass the test.\" "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "< I killed a man for nothing . What a waste .>\nMisallo kneels down and waits patiently with somewhat wild eyes but her hands patiently folded upwards in her lap. \" Please forgive us \" she says in tel and somatic."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"Well that's not good. Not good at all.\" Shane thinks, then pops the hood of the truck, and hops out, going to the front of the vehicle to look inside.\n\n \"First getting captured, and now some kind of game . What else can go wrong?\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "((OOC: I'm unfamiliar with the term 'pop the hood', but you can't get out. All exits are locked))"
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " OOC: Pop the hood - the act of pulling the (often internally located) hood (or bonnet) release lever in an attempt to access the engine compartment. \n\n<Upon finding the door locked, rolls down the window, or, failing that, uses his tk to pry off the door panel and, upon seeing the lock mechanism, mentally force it to open.>\n\n OOC: Unless, of course, we're meant to be recaptured in order to progress the plot. "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by ravenkith \n OOC: Unless, of course, we're meant to be recaptured in order to progress the plot. \n \n\n((OOC: I'm not that sort of DM. The plot is what your characters are doing; everything else's just background. Remember, there are no railroads in Neo-Corsen 😉 ))\n\nShane finds the window mechanism just as locked as the doors, and so rips off the door panel and begins fiddling with the mechanism. The disembodied voice admonishes him as he does so.\n\n \"I don't think you really want to do that. You can't keep your disguise up for ever, now, can you? Isn't it much safer in here?\" "
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"Sorry, I'd rather not stay 'in here', which happens to be smack-bang in the middle of an enemy camp!\" says Shane aloud, frustrated. \"Who are you?\" "
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"I feel safe,\" Aaron says, concealed in the back of the truck. \"Are you a Vox Dei, or a Vox Populi?\" he addresses the mysterious voice.\n\n((He's asking if the speaker is with the Divine Republic (Voice of God) or the Gangers (Voice of the People). I realize I went rather far afield with this one, so I thought I'd explain for the sake of our DM.))"
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Unbidden, the truck suddenly starts up and drives out of the camp and into the wasteland.\n\n \"Is that better? As to your question... consider me a Vox Ego.\" "
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"Am I going insane?\" Shane wonders to himself. \"Even in a world of espers, this is not normal,\" \n\nThinking relatively quickly, despite the shock of the events, he pantomimes that he is, in fact, the driver of the truck, just in case anyone is watching.\n\n \"Christ. Stolen from a DR camp by a possessed truck in the middle of the day, minutes before my own execution,\" he thinks as the truck meanders along at it's own volition. \"Life sure isn't simple anymore,\" "
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"Don't think that's grammatical...\" Aaron mutters. \"Where are you taking us, Voice I?\" "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "Voiree settles down in a curve on something soft to get some sleep. She'd use the big one's arm as a headrest but he seemed too inquisitive at the moment. At the worst she'll take off her shirt over her bra for a pillow.\n\n \n Spoiler \nLife was better.\n*snoozes off\n "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "< Father .>\n----------"
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"I have a job for you. I need some resourceful people to do some work for me, and since you beat my little game back there I think those people are you. Of course, if you'd rather be shot in front of hundreds then I can just as easily turn this truck around and drop you back off, hmm?.\" "
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"Well I see there isn't much choice,\" Shane shrugs. \"Can't say as I like your methods, though,\" "
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"It is my experience that mysterious voices usually know what they're on about,\" Aaron says sagely. \"Unless they're telling me to stay in the jar. What do you need of us, Mysterious Voice?\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"I'll tell you when you get there. Let's just say it involves our big metal friend in the back there.\" "
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"Big metal friend? Um.\" Visibly excited now, at least relatively, Aaron brings his cuffed hands back in front of him and begins rooting around in the cargo area, carefully keeping his balance in the moving truck and moving aside any tarps or the like to determine what kind of cargo it was carrying. \"Is it...\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "It is. As Aaron pulls the tarp aside the metal face of a Personal Trooper stares up at him from beneath it, eyes dim and still. Its metal skin is black, and the machine is ever-so-subtly unsettling to look at."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": "Suddenly, a grin splits Aaron's face, equally vaguely unsettling. \"Hi!\" he exclaims, placing a hand to the PT's \"face\". \"Who are you...\" he muses. Pulling more coverings aside, he attempts to get a better look at the frame and deduce what he can of its abilities from a visual inspection.\n\nUnderstanding machines: (3d6+4)[ 16 ] \n \"Mysterious Voice, big Hope, the machine and I would like to be free now,\" he says, gesturing with his still-cuffed wrists for Shane's sake and looking at the PT with a sense of...something. Kinship, perhaps?"
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The machine appears to be only lightly armoured, and on its back is a large, heavy pack; presumably for power. Its most notable feature is its left hand, or rather lack of; the arm ends instead in a very big cannon."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"Hey, don't look at me: I threw the keys in there with you,\" Shane says.\n\n \"Oh, and starting that sucker up right now is probably the last thing we want to do at the moment; lest ye forget, we are in DR downtown central,\" \n\nHe shakes his head while continuing to pretend to drive the truck.\n \n\"You'll be deader than that lizard we just squished,\" "
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"Sorry. I' a little out of it today...\" Finding the keys, Aaron uncuffs himself and looks out the back of the truck. \"So this is downtown central? Downtown central isn't nearly as metally and rich-looking as I thought. I see the Divine Ones' entertaining films were also lies.\"\n\n\"Besides, I'd kind of like to kill some of the Divine Ones now. A populated area seems like the most efficient location for that.\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "((OOC: We are not in DR downtown central. The truck is driving through the wasteland, which is mostly empty desert.))"
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "Waking up (presumably) towards the end of the trip Voiree once again looks to the Leaf. \" What was that about wanting to kill Civs ?\" she smiles at him, then looks away at the robot, thinking for a moment.\n\n\n\" Let me have it please . For a test ride .\" She puts on her shirt when the truck comes to a halt and attempts to enter the cockpit."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"What I mean to say is; we just left a military base. Their response time will be extremely low, and they will probably respond with extreme prejudice,\" He glances back at the crazy man in the back seat. \"I don't want to die today thank you; I thought we establishe that we all had at least that much in common when we decided to break out,\" \n \"Hey, Vox, where are we headed, anyways?\" "
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"We'll let her decide between us when the time comes,\" Aaron assures Voiree. \"It might depend what kind of reins she has.\" \n\nTurning to Shane, he asks, \"You're worried about dying? You're a very strange man. And yes, where are we going? Is it far?\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"Not far now. First we're going to pick up some essential supplies of the explosive nature.\" "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Nerd-o-rama \n \"We'll let her decide between us when the time comes,\" Aaron assures Voiree. \"It might depend what kind of reins she has.\" \n \n\n\" OK .\" Misallo replies compliantly.\n\" Tell me , please . Who are you ?\" she asks the man (Aaron) as the truck slims on along the arid road."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"Who am I? What makes you think I'd know something hard like that? I mean, do you know who you are? My best guess is that I'm a PT processor module, though I have to wonder why I was given all these extra glands and such in that case. Possibly I'm a man as well.\" \n \"And I call myself Aaron Septus because it sounds nice.\" "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "\" I ' m Voiree Misallo .\"\n\" Nice to meet you Aaron Septus .\" she states blankly.\n\n\" You like Latin ?\" she enquires."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"Yeah. It makes me sound deep. Anyway, father named me Test Subject Alpha-Seven, but I felt that was a mouthful, so I changed it. Had to burn my old name out of existence, but the records room was on the way anyway.\" "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "\" That ' s nice \" she nods lightly, back against the wall.\n----------\n\n~~"
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "If it is necessary and possible I'll gladly temp the others most carefully."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": "<Shane continues to pretend to drive.>"
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "(You're still in the land of the living caring posting!)\n*Le hug* pwease don't leave this game ;^_= "
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"So...explosives were mentioned. Are we there yet?\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "((OOC: No-one will be temping anyone. That's never going to be an option))\n\nSuddenly an alarm sounds within the truck, and the voice curses under its breath.\n\n Looks like some friends of mine are on our tail. Two helicopters, with an unknown number of soldiers. Whatever you do don't let them get you.\" "
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"Sounds like my kind of party,\" observes Aaron. \"Can we stop and shoot them, please? Tortoises can't outrun hares, let alone hawks. I promise I'm a very good shot.\" "
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"Do you have a gun capable of taking out helicopters? Does it have ammo? Am I driving this thing?,\" Shane shakes his head.\n\n \"I lost control of this situation the moment the truck started talking to us,\" he shrugs."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"I'm looking at one right now...\" Aaron says, gesturing to the PT, not that Shane can see that. \"Stop the truck and I'll start her up.\" "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "Voiree attempts to get into the machine first.\n\n(+ modifier for being small in a possibly cramped enviroment?)\n (3d6-3)[ 3 ][ 6 ][ 3 ](9) "
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"I'm only pretending to drive, remember?\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "((OOC: Where are you getting -3 from, Moechi? Her modifier is -1 in this situation))\n\nSmall and nimble as she is, Voiree is able to hop into the cockpit of the PT while Aaron is still talking to Shane. The machine greets her with words on the display screen, overlayed on top of the truck's interior.\n\n Extra-Over Technology Prototype EOTX-2, Dunkelgeist\nMotion data installed\nFor The Republic "
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"Fine, be that way,\" Aaron says petulantly, in Voiree's direction. \"But if that machine has a Driver, there will be much laughter from my little corner.\" \n\nAaron looks around the back of the truck for any useful fire-support weapons: rockets, preferably, but he'd take a rifle. Hell, he'd take a sidearm if nothing better was available."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Unfortunately the inside of the truck is bereft of all weapons except for the twenty-metre-tall humanoid one, so the stolen stun pistol is all that's available."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": "Aaron sighs, \"Okay. J'éspère que vous 'espers' connaisez ce que vous fait.\" \n\nHe then proceeds to lie down in the back, trying not to get in the way of the huge mecha's startup. \"I think I shall take a nap. If I'm shot, I'll assume it went poorly for you.\" "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "((Misallo has a minus three strength doesn't she?))\n\n\" Roger \" Voiree whispers back at the psychodriver. He was a psychodriver, maybe this was a mistake. No it wasn't. Only two helicopters to fight and this machine was a beauty.\n\n< Now would be the time for instructions ' I '>\n\nVM will run out of the truck, fire any available weapon she can identify at the nearest helicopter then spin sideways."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "((OOC: You're rushing, Moechi. Don't you think the first PT battle of the game deserves a little more attention than that? You're trying to cram too many actions into a single post, as your five rolls attests. You should never have cause to roll more than twice in a single post))\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Moechi_Vill \n ((Misallo has a minus three strength doesn't she?)) \n \n\n((OOC: She does, but that is clearly an application of dexterity, not strength. You also forgot the -2 penalty for being unskilled, making it a net modifier of -1))\n\nThe truck refuses to stay its course despite Shane's efforts to exert any control over it, so the battle is joined on the move. The large back door drops open, exposing the PT to the harsh desert sunlight as the helicopters close in on the escapees. At Voiree's command the machine rises from its slumber and stands alert in the back of the truck, a loud humming emanating out from the pack on its back.\n\n Black Hole Engine Initiated\nCharge Time: 30 Seconds "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "Misallo scans the enemy pilots slowly as she searches the cockpit for any new functions and to familiarize herself with its weapons and usages. If at all possible she will attempt to not seem hostile or appear friendly till she knows what to attack with.\n\nTelepathy Scan [targeting helicopter pilots and any soldiers hanging out of them or inside]: (3d6+5)[ 6 ][ 2 ][ 5 ](18) "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Doing a brief scan on the diagnostics brings up just one weapon available, and that's the unusual cannon on the titan's arm. Apparently it draws power from the pack on the back, though it's hard to determine much more from just the basic scans. One thing she can be sure about is that the mech isn't set up for espers; her telepathy is unable to breach the boundaries of the mech, indicating the lack of a T-Link System."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"Pro tip: Use the big fragging gun! Some people, I swear...\" Aaron shouts from his spot in the truck, lacking a radio to do proper commentary."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "Ignoring Aaron Voiree does a further check to see if the mech was indeed designed for psychodrivers. If it isn't she'll patiently wait for the pack to charge up then fire the huge gun at the easiest target of the two airborne pestilences."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": "Shane looks back into the rear of the truck as the whine of the capacitors charging the great beast of a PT start to really spin up.\n\n \"God I hope that thing doesn't have recoil,\" he thinks to himself."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " Black Hole Engine Charged\nGravity Impact Cannon Standing By \n\nVoiree grabs the weapon control stick as a targeting visor descends from the top of the cockpit, with a precise targeting reticule and weapon information overlaying her vision. One of the helicopters unleashes a barrage of missiles as it approaches, so she quickly snaps the arm up, aims, and pulls the trigger.\n\nThe truck rocks violently from the backlash, and the two fugitives not fortunate enough to be in a twenty-metre armoured machine are thrown about the front of the vehicle. From their slightly-bruised viewpoint they see a beam of dark energy burst from the barrel of the PT's gun, twisting like a tornado as it streaks into the sky. When it hits the helicopter the machine contorts, metal twisting and turning in on itself, until seconds later it implodes in a shower of metal as the beam fades away, leaving little evidence of its passage."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"I. Want. One.\" proclaims Aaron calmly, ignoring the pain from being tossed around the back of the truck.\n\n \"Delete the other one and let's be on our way!\" "
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"Jeebus!\" Shane spits out over the pain. \"What the hell was that?\" "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "I beckon for Aaron to jump in so he can take the second shot. If he takes Misallo up on it she'll move a bit aside but not leave the machine itself. If not she'll continue piloting and do her best to keep the second target within a practical visual frame."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"Changing pilots in the middle of combat is inefficient, inelegant, and completely insane! I like the way you think!\" \n\nAaron does his best to scale the beast and squeeze into the cockpit.\n\n Acrobatics - (1d20+3)[ 6 ] \n \"And how are we feeling today?\" he asks in a soothing, pet-owner-to-pet tone when he's in the cockpit, obviously not directed to Voiree. He looks over the controls, taking a few seconds to appreciate the complexity of the PT, before reaching for the controls to the main gun."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "((OOC: Excuse me? A d20, in my game? What do you think this is, D&D?))"
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": "(Habit)\n\n Acrobatics - (3d6+3)[ 16 ] "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "((OOC: Yeah, that's what she said))\n\nThe cockpit of a PT is hardly spacious at the best of times, so Aaron and Voiree's joint occupancy leaves them squeezed tightly together. The targetting visor swaps onto Aaron's head as he grabs the weapon control stick, locking on to the second helicopter. This gives him a perfectly clear view of the chopper as it launches a fierce and precise barrage of missiles at the PT's chest, which strike and explode in a devastating barrage infront of the cockpit. Unprepared for the blow, Aaron's hands are knocked off the controls, and the PT rocks back and forth before falling forwards, tipping off the moving truck and crashing to the ground. After being thrown into the walls and each other by the force of the crash, the two pilots lie stunned as the loud hum of the engine continues unabated arround them."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "VM giggles in her blunted state... as soon as she realizes where she is again she'll grab the controls if Aaron isn't up to it yet and stand up and fire, most quickly so if the engine pack has become detached."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"Hm. If we were on television, this would mean I was engaged to someone. Either you, the PT, or possibly the missiles. Or all three, if it was a comedy. As it is, please move over so I can fire.\" \n\nShaking off dizziness, Aaron quickly reaches for the controls again, attempting to right the machine into a standing position and target the helicopter as soon as he's up.\n\n \"Maneuver\" - (3d6+1)[ 10 ] (+X from machine's rating. I'm also guessing that the kip-up will take one \"round\", and I can fire or start charging after the chopper goes next)"
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "With Aaron at the helm the PT is able to slowly right itself, shrugging off the missiles the lone 'copter continues to fire at it. Despite its best efforts the machine is able to lock on and bring to bear a charged-up gravity impact cannon...."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "VM hums pleaseantly as she watches the bar fill up and fixes her stare on the chopper, fingers gently trimming the dashboard. Can she make eye contact with any of the people about to die?\n\nThe pilot had been brave enough to utilize her conscious choice to drop professionalism in this counter. Was he a fool or just very brave?\n\n\" Does this count as filicide and infanticide all rolled up into one ? You ' re using your children to kill your wife .\" Voiree cracks feebly at the thought of it all on media.\n\n\" Why do you hate DR civilians ? Seems a bit cruel .. and that's coming from me .\" she says seriously.\n\n\" I wish we could take the pilot as a prisoner .\" she adds as an afterthought, turning on the intercom to communicate with the chopper.\nshe turns it off \" Besides that is a fine piece of hardware .\""
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"Please shut up,\" Aaron says as he calmly brings the targeting reticule over the helicopter and squeezes the trigger.\n\n Sharp-shooting - (3d6+3)[ 8 ] + Power"
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The helicopter comes in for another missile run, but when it suddenly finds a primed G-Impact Cannon pointed straight at it it reconsiders that course of action. Engaging evasive manoeuvres it manages to pull up just in time to avoid being crushed into nothingness, and rather wisely decides to affect a retreat, flying back the way it came at speeds to fast to match.\n\nMeanwhile, the open truck continues its inorexable drive to wherever it's going, steadily increasing the distance between it and the metal man of the match."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"Hey, mystery man...you wanna stop the truck and let that pair get back on?\" Shane asks, frustrated."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": "Aaron grits his teeth. If the helicopter is still in range, he'll fire again as it retreats.\n\n Sharp-shooting - (3d6+3)[ 11 ] + Pow\n\n \"No mercy.\" \n You're not helping me, machine. Did I offend you? I apologize. "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The helicopter is almost out of sight by the time the engine is charged and ready for another shot, but Aaron zooms the targeting visor in, gets a lock and unleashes another blast of the cannon. Apparently the weapon's awesome power is matched by an awesome range, as the chopper in the distance is ripped apart by the gravitational forces, leaving nothing behind.\n\nMeanwhile, in the departing truck, the mysterious voice explains to Shane that the machine is on autopilot, and so the two riding tandem will have to catch up on their own."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": "Aaron nods once. \"Excellent.\" \n\nTurning the machine around, he sees the truck moving into the distance. \"Hmph. Rude.\" He begins running the Dunkelgeist after it, while looking around for thruster or booster controls.\n\n[roll=\"Speed check?\"]3d6+1[/roll] + Spd"
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Luckily the truck hadn't gone too far, and the Dunkelgesit was able to draw up next to it at a run, without having to involve any boosters. The trick, however, will be to get a 20-metre war machine on a moving vehicle without killing any of the people involved."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": "Aaron tries to open a radio link to the truck. \"Perhaps we should walk a mile in our own shoes,\" he suggests. \"Ask Vox how far it is to the operation site. She doesn't have the right reins for me, so power might be an issue.\" "
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": "Shane looks momentarily confused then puzzles it out.\n\n \"The others have caught up,\" he says \"but they can't get on; how far are we from you? Will power be an issue?\" \n \"God, I feel like that lady in that ancient vid, the one whose only job was repeating stuff,\" he thinks. \"Ugh, so stupid\" he then smashes his fist into the steering wheel in frustration."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"Power will never be an issue for the Dunkelgeist. The black hole engine provides an infinite source of power... in theory, anyway.\" "
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"Huh. Well that's fun,\" Shane says.\n\n \"Hey pal, Vox says, don't worry, you're obsolete!\" he yells across to the pilot of the big black machine."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"That's hurtful,\" Aaron replies dispassionately. \"If only there were some way for us to crush you into a singularity. Oh. Wait.\" \n\nOf course, the bored-sounding threat is idle, and Aaron simply continues moving forward along with the truck. \"Let us know when we're close to the target.\" "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Nerd-o-rama \n \"Please shut up,\" Aaron says as he calmly brings the targeting reticule over the helicopter and squeezes the trigger.\n\n[roll0] + Power \n \n\n\" You were telling me a joke Aaron . I laid it on a bit thick but next time you will instead tell me to be quiet .\" \n Spoiler \nThis is Misallo.\n \n\n\" Nice shot . I ' m staying here . What do you think the old man wants from us Driver ? Perhaps He does not wish to father us .\""
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"Hey girl, he can hear me ya know? So I've got nothing but rosy things to say about him right this minute,\" Shane replies, shaking his head in disgust."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "\" Mmmmhmmm ...\" Misallo replies."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "After much driving the truck suddenly grinds to a stop, and the engine turns itself off. On the horizon you can just about make out a building of some sort, surrounded by another barbed-wire fence.\n\n \"Now, listen carefully, as I will only say this once. That building contains the second EOT prototype, the Hexenmeister. Your task is to secure it and get out without losing or damaging the Dunkelgeist. Do you undestand?\" "
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"Yes. I understand,\" Shane replies to the voice.\n\n \"Hey guy and gal! That building over theres got another uberpt in it! He wants us to grab it without getting the first one torched!\" "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "VM exits the PT to rendezvous with the other Esper. :)"
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"Hm,\" Aaron says over the radio. \"Distraction and infiltration? We keep their eyes on the lovely assistant while someone else palms the card.\" "
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"Make em chase dunkel?\" he nods \"Yeah, we could do that.\" "
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"I propose a 3:4 defense. Only with two less on each line to account for shorthandedness. Two go in, one remains. I am the best shot in a PT,\" Aaron states matter-of-factly, without a hint of pride, \"but better suited to fire support than main combat. I also cling to shadows well. Who infiltrates, and who detonates?\" \n\nThese questions are directed to Shane, who for some reason Aaron seems to have designated as the field commander in this outing."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "\" A smash and grab might work best \" Misallo states for the record.\n\nVoiree tugs on Shane's hand to indicate for him to follow her or get into the military truck again so they can approach the base relatively innocently.\n\nShe smiles to him, as two fellow espers they would maybe manage to fool the soldiers inside."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": "Shane looks at the damaged truck.\n\n \"Yeah, that's not gonna pass inspection. Hold on a second,\" he digs around in the truck for a military style toolkit, finally coming up with one that he searches through quickly. He pulls out a pair of wire cutters and puts them in a pocket of his uniform.\n\n \"This ought to be pure stealth,\" he says.\n\n \"I've got a uniform and a toolkit. Once I get inside the fence, no-ones going to question me approaching a PT to service it. Somebody's going to complain if someone in a prisoner's getup is walking around loose,\" He points out. \"If I can stealth up to the base, then cut my way inside, I can probably get to the thing unmolested.\" He looks at the girl. \"Stick with Dunkel. Maintain telepathic contact. I'll let you know if and when I need a distraction: It's a com channel they can't monitor.\" \n\nWith that, he starts walking towards the distant base.\n\n \"Stay put,\" he cautions to the other two. \"Wait.\" \n\nHe walks over to the truck.\n\n \"Vox - this PT doesn't require a special power source to make it work does it? say, like my new friend in the Dunk machine?\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"Now that you mention it... yes. The Hexenmeister uses the Driver system to full effect; it won't even move without a psychodriver at the helm. This is, unfortunately, your friend's raison d'etre.\" "
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"Well, ****,\" Shane says, with feeling.\n\n \"Bang goes that plan,\" he says, before asking:\n\n \"I don't suppose that it's loaded up on a flatbed, like the dunk, by any chance?\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"I don't know what it's on or where it is. You are entirely on your own here.\" "
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"Don't worry about it,\" Aaron says, jumping down from the Dunkelgeist's cockpit. \"I'm stealthy like a butler. You disguise, I'll shadow. Find some sheepskin from a pilot inside, and we can both walk right up.\" \n\nHe gestures toward the base, eager to go."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"Military intelligence my ass,\" Shane frowns at the Vox.\n\n \"Yeah, let's make like a tree,\" he says to his new buddy. \"Dammit, now you've got me doing it...\" he mutters as he heads out towards the base, concentrating on a stealthy approach."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "< Be careful Shane , you ' re too creative in flow to die .>\nMisallo looks to re-enter the cockpit of her first post-imprisonment cavalier, but then decides to sit on the entry ramp to wait for his communications."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": "Aaron joins Shane, moving between any cover available toward the edge of the base."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Plan 'Advance Through Cover' fails at the first hurdle, as there is nothing but half a mile of empty desert between the truck and the base...."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": " \"**** it.\" Shane says.\n\nHe walks back to the truck, and throws the toolkit in the passenger seat, getting in.\n\n \"Stay here, you two. I've got some work to do now,\" \n\nWith that, he heads for the base at the top speed available to the beaten up truck once he's got a bit of a lead, he concentrates on telepathy as he barrels down the road, imagining the dust cloud he's pushing up.\n\n < I want you to chase me.> he thinks at the little girl. <Come and get me. Shoot at me, but miss. Transmit over the radio your hatred of the DR, and make it sound like you are insane. Got it?> "
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"I seem to be in a speeding truck. At least I hope I'm in a speeding truck, because otherwise I just got ditched. So let's assume this place is in fact a speeding truck. Hm.\" \n\nAaron thus sits back and waits for the truck to bluff its way into the enemy compound.\n\n \"What should I do when we get there, Fearless Leader?\" has shouts up to the cab of the truck. \n \"You're completely insane,\" Aaron says quietly as the truck pulls off. \"And for the record, that's coming from a man who was raised in a tube.\" \n\nHe then walks casually toward the base entrance, kicking a rock as he goes, following the image of carnage created by the PT chasing the truck."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "VM chases the truck and fires as much as she can at it, but conveniently missing AT the base - preferably and base installations or what might look to be the hangar part of the building. Hopefully it wasn't underground. Why was she doing this for her fellow esper? She would likely die if made to face off with a driver."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": "Shane, drove the truck as fast as it would go, occasionally swerving out of the path of an incoming blast, as best as he was able. He raced toward the gates at a high rate of speed, trying to make it look like he was desperate to escape the pt pursuing him without flipping the vehicle over."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Sirens fire all over the base as the rampaging PT draws closer, piloted by what for all intents and purposes appears to be a lunatic. With each blast of the G-Impact Cannon the Dunkelgeist comes close to tipping over, as the massive recoil is almost too much for a moving PT to take. The resultant loss of accuracy means that more than one shot impacts dangerously close to Shane's speeding truck. The shockwaves rock the vehicle, and Shane has difficulty staying in control and on target. As they near the base several sets of mounted turrets turn to face them, and prepare to open fire.\n\nMeanwhile, Aaron is having a relaxing walk through the desert. Yeah, sure, he's the crazy one...."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": "Shane gets on the radio \"Open the gates, open the gates, she's after me! Somebody please help!\" \n\nHe waits until he gets close enough, then rolls the ruck so that it will tumble through the gates, out of control, smashing into the compound and ending up inside the defenses.\n\nHe uses his seat restraints, safety devices, and telekinesis to keep from getting bumped around too much in the rotating cabin of the truck.\n\n <Break off! Get the hell out of here!> he mentally commands as he catapults through the fences.\n\n(In theory, this should leave the base defenses trying to deal with the Dunkel, enabling him to get through., and leaving the guards with the impression that nothing could have lived through the crash, and trying to chase after the dunkel, leaving the base wide open. In theory. This would be a use of the influencing people skill...? )"
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Shane's truck skids through the gates just in time, before crashing unceremoniously into a wall. The airbags promptly inflate, preventing him from being written off like his ride. His radio crackles into life as someone from the base broadcasts orders, though whether or not he's supposed to be able to hear any of this is unclear.\n\n \"The vehicle is inside the perimeter! All defences, commence suppressive fire at the target. Get a medical unit down to the vehicle and prepare the Tempelritters for launch.\" "
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": "Shane quickly grabs a piece of glass, and, hopefully unnoticed, cuts his head open on the side nearest the window, then fakes being passed out.\n \n <Go, get out of here. They're only just scrambling now, so you ought to have at least a couple of minutes head start.> He thinks at his comrade in the big PT. <Make em chase you and keep it close enough to keep the majority of the guards well away from here.> "
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"Hm. What was the plan again? Or did we have one?\" Aaron asks of no one in particular, still walking along. \"Next time, we should let the half-crazed psychodriver give the orders. He's never ditched me in the middle of a desert. Oh no, wait, there I go. Jerk.\" \n\nHe assesses a route to the base that will take him away from the commotion surrounding the main gates and the crazy woman with the big gun. Hopefully, any guards on the fence would be sufficiently distracted that he could stealth up. When he thinks he's spotted a path that will keep him out of peoples' line of sight, he'll dart off down it."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "After yelling her throat sore that she would kill him and that the base would offer him no shelter against the winds of her fury, etc. etc. - Voiree Misallo realizes she'll have to make her own decision about when to draw off, since she couldn't hear him through the armour.\nAs the truck crashes through the defences VM starts pulling away very fast. He probably would want her to do so. Anyone chasing at her might get uncomfortably close - depending on what they had available and an uncomfortable range of unknown variables. And who knows? If they got th... what was the Driver doing between her and the base? -\nin the likely event that they got killed or captured if they didn't secure their own PTs she could join a gang, see about busting Shane out. He was nice, a good planner who left her in the death machine while busting in on trouble.\n\nWhy was the driver in the desert, on the outskirts of the base? Why would an intelligent man leave him behind? Had it been an accident? It's too late for me to help anyways.\n Other people were strange."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": " Strategic Assessment - What is the best course of action to remain alive? Secondary: What is the best course of action to keep Shane and Aaron alive, preferably in each their mech? Optimally, what should I do for myself or for the group in accordance with my life plans (long-term and short-term survival) and the survival and empowerment (short-term and longterm) of the group?\n\nTactical Assessment - Which way should I run? What should I shoot at first? How much can I take down? How fast can I run away from any enemies?\n(Also, when and if Tempelritters are spotted: How far can a submachinegun fire?) What should I do right now? \n\nWhen she gets far away enough VM will utilize the fact that she has a reasonable long-distance weapon and fire at the Tempelritters once they appear and she knows she has got them for targets. Their submachineguns would likely not be too effective at long range.\n\n Strategery: 3d6+5 (misplaced a slash)\nTactics: (3d6+5)[ 4 ][ 1 ][ 6 ](16) \n+ Potential Fireing Roll: Courtesy to DM? I don't quite understand the block of skills for a PT as applied to dicerolling.\n\nYay. We're playing again. :) "
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": "(still here, still going as planned. Just need the DM to kick it up a notch and go with what real military soldiers manning a base designed to protect and experimental super weapon would do.\n\nFrom what I know of military organizations, they'd scramble their best pilots in their line mechs - NOT the experimental model precisely because it is experimental - to chase after the Dunk. The remaining guards would go on high alert and man their stations, and the emergency medical techs would scramble to get me into the med bay under light guard.\n\nIf I was unharmed, I'd go straight to the brig, where security is tighter, and if I didn't have 'evidence' I was a friendly - in the form of a known-to-be-stolen pt chasing and shooting at me - they would be all over me and put me under heavy guard.\n\nAs things stand, I ought to be able to get into the secured part of the compound (the med bay), which would not be far from the hangar bay for ease of transporting injured pilots. I can theoretically take out the armed guards, disable the automated defenses from the inside, load the desired PT on a transport truck (as they obviously have ways of doing so), and drive on out the now non-existent gates while only having to deal with small arms fire, since all of the ready PTs are out chasing you .\n\nYour PT can run forever, being an experimental model, while theirs, traditionally speaking, will have limited power supplies - eventually you'll outdistance them and have to turn back to base.\n\nAt which point it should take anywhere from an hour to 6 hours te refuel and get back out after us, depending on their state of readiness and how set they are for supplies.\n\nEither way, we should have plenty of time to get far enough away that they can't chase us down.\n\nAt least, that's what I've been thinking.)"
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "OOC: Cool, cool... but you need to be a driver to pilot their experimental mech/PT.\nAnyway I'm not leaving you behind before you're dead meat at any rate, but from my experience it is good to get a head start.\nFrom what you've just told me it sounds like it might be a sterling idea to defeat them while they're low on power. Yes... maybe.\nGood luck Shane/Ravenkith. Good Game. If you need me to know all of this information IC as Voiree Misallo has a hard time doing things out of loyalty she can always step out of her mech to hear your thoughts for a second. :) It is great to be espers.\nEither way, she won't give up aiding your plan as long as she can fight or outrun them. I really do hope you make it. Ganbatte Raven-kun!"
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": "(Why are we making entirely OOC posts in the IC thread?)"
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "You mean my Strategy and Tactics rolls? That was meant to be in-game. But looking back I see what happened if you misunderstood them as direct questions. ;)"
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "OOC off now. Delete those posts and rp a bit? Just to bump up the thread? I like this game. He'll be back, he almost always is. People need time off. We just need to show a continued interest."
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": "Shane continues to pretend to be unconscious."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"Launching strike team, Tempelritters 1 through 5! You stay in reserve, Ace; we don't know what they might pull out.\" \n \"Roger, Ace on standby.\" \n\nShane, in his faux-unconcious state, continues to hear the base's radio transmissions through the truck's radio. Presently, however, he feels a group of men approach his totalled machine and begin cutting a way into the wreckage.\n\nMeanwhile, Voiree is suddenly set upon by five PTs, bursting out of the target base and boosting across the desert to meet her. She stops running in order to fire at them with her G-Impact Cannon, but they spread out in formation and her low rate-of-fire means she is only able to take down two of them before they close to melee range. She feels the cockpit rock violently as the Dunkelgeist is assaulted on all sides by the swords of her enemies.\n\n((OOC: Thanks for putting up with the delay, guys. Onwards!))"
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"Hm. Been spending so much time walking this is starting to feel like a filler episode. I wonder if I've been having flashbacks without noticing it...\" \n\n((Is there any gap in the base perimeter I might sneak through, TB? If the fence isn't electrified, I could probably even clamber over that if guards the guards are distracted.))"
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "After his nice relaxing walk through the desert, as the others cut their head with glass and get swarmed by giant robots, Aaron arrives at the base perimeter. A tall barbed-wire fence blocks his entrance, unless he fancies his chances with the gate guards. The fence is of sturdy construction, and he can find no convenient holes in its perimeter, but it's not electrified so that's a small consolation at least. Think positive, that's the way."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " Hmm. Shears would be nice. Or a sword. A sword would be awesome.\n\n((Chain-link topped with razor wire, as standard today, or is it entirely a barbed wire coil?))"
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "((OOC: The former))"
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": "Aaron very carefully approaches the fence and begins climbing. Once he reaches the top, he sets his teeth, plants his left hand between the loops of wire on top of the fence (probably still gashing it pretty badly), and does an impressive one-handed kickflip over the wire, coming down over the side of the fence in a graceful landing...or at least that's the plan.\n\n(Prays to the Rule of Cool, the Dice Gods, and the God of Beards from Generica)\n\n Acrobatics - (3d6+3)[ 15 ] "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": " Actually, what I wanted to do was fire at them but run away if it even looked as if they were going to get into melee range. I really would appreciate it if we could back up a little, especially if this ends in her getting killed or worse or something like that over an action I didn't want, but if not... exploding in a mecha is a pretty nice end for anyone. But I wouldn't see her 'char' as dead for other unrelated future games I'm in unless it's by actions of my choice. Thank you for listening!\n--- \n\nAt least they were stupid enough to approach her in formation, aiding her aiming process. Would she die like this? Gloriously. For another Esper. Ehn, at least her soul was immortal.\nVoiree hits the boosters on her machine and powers up to run away as quickly as possible!! Evasive action to avoid submachinegun-fire!"
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "((OOC: You can't run and gun with that thing, Moechi, as I said before. Firing even one shot would give them time to catch up, and you were clearly shooting))\n\nThough she is buckled by the attacks, Voiree able to focus enough to turn her machine around and boost out with extreme haste. The Tempelritters pursue, harrying her with machine gun fire, but the Geist is faster and is able to slowly increase the gap between them.\n\nMeanwhile, Aaron's daring and debatably stupid flip over the fence leaves him crouching in the dust on the other side, relatively unharmed except for the gash on his hand. That could be nasty.\n\n((OOC: Osric smiles on you today, young one))"
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": "(Hail Osric!)\n\nPanting and holding his lower arm tightly to reduce blood flow, Aaron surveys the base. \"I'm aware...of the damage,\" he mutters, apparently addressing his own arm. \"No need to keep sending reports.\" \n\nAfter a quick shake of his head, he'll head stealthily for the nearest building that looks like it has either a) a PT hangar, or b) linens and hopefully disinfectant, in that prority order.\n\n Stealth - (3d6+2)[ 14 ] "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Noticing a side door on a suitably-large building, Aaron sneaks up to it and peers inside. It does indeed appear to be a PT hangar, containing a red Tempelritter as well as various maintenance robots.\n\nMeanwhile, the medics finish cutting a hole in the side of the truck, and lift the faux-unconcious Shane out onto a stretcher."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "All hail mobile power sources!"
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"Hello, I love you, won't you tell me your name?\" Aaron murmurs at the sight of the mech.\n\nContinuing his stealthy foray, Aaron will try to move toward the Tempelritter shape and determine what he can about it, trying to get a sense of whether this is the Driver-based machine he's looking for, either through technical cues or vague use of his instincts. Or, y'know, signs on the wall, workorders, etc. If he happens to find a clean rag along the way, he'll certainly make use of it as a binding, as his hand is starting to ache and sting as well as hurt, and that's not good.\n\n Stealth - (3d6+2)[ 14 ] \n Machines & You! - (3d6+4)[ 11 ] \n\n(Forget what to roll for looking around for information/improvised bandages.)"
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "\" Riding to the danger zone . Highway out of the danger zoone ..!\" Voiree continues to sing to the first Christmas hymn to come to her mind."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Aaron is able to get pretty close to the PT without being spotted, and has a chance to examine it closely. It appears to be a customised Tempelritter; as well as the new paint job there are extra boosters jutting out from the back, and other small differences as well. It's probably not the machine he was sent to steal, as it looks too much like the mass-produced versions to be an experimental prototype. In non-robot news, Aaron is able to locate the all-purpose first-aid kit, and loot whatever bandages he needs.\n\nOut in the desert, the Tempelritters pursuing Voiree break off her trail and turn back to base. There is now a considerable distance between them and the base, and they know they're not going to catch up at this rate."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": "Aaron hunkers down in a shadowy part of the hangar to disinfect and wrap his arm, and to think for a bit.\n\n Now hush. \n Hm. Red's pretty, but not who I'm looking for. If I had Shane with me, I could introduce them. Then again...we're going to have to steal it eventually ...and I might be able to draw out the driver machine with it...\n\nBut I'd have to fight it to get the controller out, and I might destroy it.\n\nBut Custom Tempelritter!\n\nBut giving away the big surprise!\n\nBut GIANT ROBOT! GIANT ROOOOOOBOT!\n\nYou make a persuasive argument, but I can delay gratification until I find a nicer one. I'd rather not have to beat up my future partner as soon as I meet her. \n\nWhen the coast is clear, Aaron will head for a different exit than the one who came in, and look around more carefully for other structures that might be hangars.\n\n Stealth - (3d6+2)[ 14 ] "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "Voiree turns sharpishly and resumes firing at the hapless defenders, but offers for them to surrender by exiting their vehicles."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "/bump.\n\nDon't take this one seriously. I'm happy as it is. :)\n \n Spoiler \n*kicks the booster to jumpstart the machine again\n/swears in (Bhasa) Mithra\n\n\n... I remember right after I designed Voiree Misallo several months ago there came out an Errant Story comic where a little Meji was pimping out a Succubi in Ashenvale. It was just like her. :)\n "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Aaron turns away from the red Tempelritter to seek another exit, but is startled to hear a loud clicking directly above his head. Spinning around, he sees that the machine is now looking directly at him, in a decidedly unsettling way.\n\nBy the time Voiree notices the lack of pursuit, the soldiers on her tail have already fled a distance away. That doesn't stop her blasting away at them with the gravity cannon, of course, but she gets very few hits. She and her mech are now alone in the desert, with the base barely visible on the horizon."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"Um.\" \n\nAaron pauses, and looks directly at the machine's head, eyes wide.\n\n \"Hello?\" \n If she's alone, maybe she's friendly. If there's someone driving her, maybe I just confused them. "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The PT matches Aaron's stare for several seconds, before shocking the life out of him by firing a stream of vulcan shots just inches in-front of his feet."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " Not friendly or confused run now \n\nAaron bolts for the nearest cover."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": " Voiree Misallo \n\nI return to the base to get Shane and maybe the Driver out. ((Sorry, Nerd-O-Rama! I guess you should've let me drool on your cloak. :P))\n(Post rerolled to show interest. :))"
},
{
"author": "ravenkith",
"message": "Shane waits to get into the infirmary. Some more."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Aaron cowers behind a stack of barrels as the red PT relents its firing spree. Its eyes flicker into life and a young male voice emanates from its external speakers.\n\n \"This is Ace broadcasting to all personnel. The base defence team has failed, and the perimeter breached. All men evacuate; I'm taking A and the 'Model X' to hold the attacker off.\" \n \"That's crazy, Ace!\" replies a voice from a wall-mounted speaker \"You can't let them get hold of the experimental model!\" \n \"Sorry chief. Ace out.\" \n\nThe floor near Aaron splits neatly open, and a giant head rises slowly up from underground....\n\n~~~~\n\nMeanwhile, Voiree is closing back in on the base as she boosts her way back across the desert. The Tempelritter attack has bought the base some time, but the Geist is faster than they anticipated. Automatic defence turrets around the base begin to fire volleys out in her general direction.\n\n~~~~\n\nMeanwhile meanwhile, Shane wakes up in the infirmary. He realises that he'd fallen unconcious somehow, and is now lying on a medical table overlooked by a masked doctor. Even without moving he can tell that he's been relieved of his stun pistol, and his movements are slightly sluggish in his newly-woken state."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": "As he eyes the head of the rising mech with avarice, the Scroedinger's stun pistol in Aaron's hand finally disappears entirely. \"Phooey.\" \n\nStill, he figures his best bet is to get in, or at least on, the new arrival, and takes a leap toward the giant head rising from the floor before it can get too high to jump onto, trying to grab onto the metal.\n\n Acrobatics - (3d6+3)[ 9 ] "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Aaron's jump is a leap too far, and he ends up desperatly clinging to the edge of one of the vulcans as the PT continues rising up through the floor. Luckily the machine isn't actually moving, so he's not thrown to the floor, but it's still a decidedly bad place to be."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"Gnhk.\" \n\nAaron scrambles as best he can to find stable footing on the mech, possibly dropping from the vulcan to the shoulder, while trying to figure out where the cockpit hatch would be.\n\n \"So you're Model X? Nice to meet you. Pardon my rudeness, but I really need your help, or that especially fast mecha is going to squish me.\" \n Acrobatics - (3d6+3)[ 12 ] \n Mechanical Knowledge - (3d6+4)[ 10 ] "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Aaron successfully drops onto the machine's shoulder, but how he's going to get to the cockpit in the chest is another matter, especially as it looks to be closed."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "Misallo stops to fire back at the automatic defense turrets... and maybe once or twice at anything that looks like a hangar or a hospital.\n\n\" Die !\" She would get her shoes back, with or without the soles.\n\n(hooo hummm... maybe I'm starting to get her into it. She's changed so much since she was just five years old)"
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " I think I may have made a miscalculation somewhere...\n\nLet's see...square root of...ah, of course. It comes out to 4pi, not 16pi.\n\nNow, what to do about that hatch. \n\nLacking any better ideas, Aaron continues his abuse of the vagueness of the acrobatics stat monkey-like clambering down the front of the PT and politely knocks twice on the cockpit hatch.\n\n Or maybe falls to his death. \n\nWho's writing the descriptive text here, schizo?\n\n Monkey-like clambering - (3d6+3)[ 11 ] "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "((It'll be nice to have another person in a Mecha. Good luck ally. Try not to damage Ace too badly please. I think both Shane and me want to use it.))\n((Here is a nice semi/-quasi-relevant comic: http://www.vgcats.com/anime/) )"
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Scaling the front of a vertical machine is never an easy task, especially when it's moving. Aaron just has time to knock on the front of the cockpit before his monkey-like clambering becomes stone-like falling, as his grip slips on the smooth metal of the frame. Fortunately a monkey-like splattering on the floor below is averted as the PT catchs the rogue in one of its massive hands, and lifts him up to its eyes for inspection.\n\n((OOC: Gurren Lagann is, like, the polar opposite of the style we're going for here. Nobody will be piercing the heavens in Neo-Corsen any time soon, and anyone shouting 'gattai' is just asking for trouble))"
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": "Aaron smiles sheepishly, like a kid caught stealing cookies, and waves.\n\n \"Hail, seizer,\" he says, without a whole lot of enthusiasm. \"I think my place has wandered off without me. Have you seen it?\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The machine stares at the little man in its hand for what seems to Aaron to be a very long time. Eventually it gives an approximation of a shrug, closes its fingers around the captive rogue and boosts out of the hangar, followed closely by Ace's red Tempelritter. Outside, Misallo has managed to gun down all of the defence turrets with her stupidly-destructive G-Impact Cannon, but has taken considerable damage in the process. On the plus side, however, her energy reserves are as infinite as always, and the gun is still in good shape. Ace fires a couple of warning shots in her direction as his PT gets closer, before issuing a transmission through his machine's speakers.\n\n \"Attention, unknown PT! We have your associate captive! Co-operate and he will not be harmed!\" "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": " Voiree Misallo \n\nAt the sight of two new enemies Voiree immediately turns the Dunkelgeist around and boost away into the desert as fast as she can."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"Oh, sure, just ignore the captured pawn,\" Aaron comments sarcastically. \"This guy's already stared at me for 62 seconds, he's probably ready to crush me by now.\" \n\nAaron sighs, not able to do much of anything. Guess I'll wait until I have the chance to jump somebody not 4 stories tall. "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "As the 'Geist turns tail and flees Aaron feels the PT's grip on him lessen slightly.\n\n \"Isn't friendship a wonderful thing, ganger? Well, your life's safe for the moment anyway. Yun, take our new friend here for interrogation; I'm going after the guy with the loose screw and the new machine. \n\nAaron hears the rush of Ace's engines as his red Tempelritter leaves the scene, leaving Jun's Hexenmeister the only PT around. This isn't too much of a comfort to Aaron as he's carried back into the base in a giant robot's hand, but it's a start. Think positive."
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": "Voiree Misallo continues to flee as fast as she can, deeming her chances in close combat against an upgraded Tempelritter to be dim. If she knows of any ganger or even better, her resistance comrades from the past, then she'll flee towards them.\n\nTactics\n \n Spoiler \nFighting them would have been suicide likely, surrendering too. Taking a shot at its hand or cockpit to free you would likely have gotten you killed. There aren't any base defenses though, so if Shane managed to take the last tempelritter or I find reinforcements we'll be ok. Lastly, if I have to and manage to take this one out I do not believe mine will be of much use. I'll try to track down resistance, gangers, other special interest groups or etc., or best of all - the old man and try to help you.\n\n1) Shane 1.2) Other Escape Plans\n2) Reinforcements (old man, gangers, other resistance groups)\n3) Other ideas\n4) (If all else fails) Try selling out to the government.\n[I was actually quite keen on this earlier, but they seem intent on executing us, thus this is a last resort. Even if they say they'll take us they will quite likely kill us.]\n\nI think we were supposed to sneak into the base quietly.\n "
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " Okay. What have I got...\n\n1) Busted nose that's not set properly.\n2) Bandaged hand.\n3) Prisoner's outfit.\n4) Useless, useless friends.\n5) Caught.\n\nHmm...if I had a katana and the Power of the Human Spirit, I maybe could hijack this thing. As it is, though, I guess I have to wait until I find an unoccupied one again. \n\nAaron relaxes and reclines calmly in the Hexenmeister's hand as he plans out ways to beat up Jun in the event he leaves the machine when not covered with machinegun fire. He also looks carefully over the machine for anything he can potentially damage on its exterior: sensors, antipersonnel weapons, hydraulics, anything.\n\n (3d6+4)[ 16 ] "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Aaron desperatly scans the surface of the machine for something to damage, but between the nagging sensation in the back of his head and the fact that it's a twenty-meter armoured titan he doesn't get very far at all. When he pays attention to the nagging sensation in the back of his head, however, he realises that the machine is calling to him, in a very real and not-insane-I-swear way. The cockpit opens, seemingly of its own volition, while Jun is still trying to steer it into the base.\n\n~~~~\n\nMeanwhile, Voiree is boosting the heck away from the base, the plan now quite definately in ruins as she flees the ire of the red Ace. Crackling static on her in-cockpit communicator eventually coalesces into the face of a decidedly livid masked man.\n\n \"What the hell were you doing out there? You call this a slick operation!? You weren't supposed to be seen! I tell you, this is the last time I involve mentally-unstable convicts in my plans....\" \n\nThe Vox Ego continues to rant against Voiree's complete lack of subtlety as she runs further and further from her companion."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": " \"...Huh. Thank you, friend. I'll be with you in a second.\" \n\nAaron summons all his remaining adrenaline to run up the PT's arm to the point where he can leap/fall into the cockpit, and attempts to sneak attack Jun.\n\n \"Shining BOOTTOTHEHEEEEAD!\" \n Acrobatics - (3d6+3)[ 10 ] \n Kung Fu - (3d6)[ 15 ] "
},
{
"author": "Moechi_Vill",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by TamerBill \n Aaron desperatly scans the surface of the machine for something to damage, but between the nagging sensation in the back of his head and the fact that it's a twenty-meter armoured titan he doesn't get very far at all. When he pays attention to the nagging sensation in the back of his head, however, he realises that the machine is calling to him, in a very real and not-insane-I-swear way. The cockpit opens, seemingly of its own volition, while Jun is still trying to steer it into the base.\n\n~~~~\n\nMeanwhile, Voiree is boosting the heck away from the base, the plan now quite definately in ruins as she flees the ire of the red Ace. Crackling static on her in-cockpit communicator eventually coalesces into the face of a decidedly livid masked man.\n\n \"What the hell were you doing out there? You call this a slick operation!? You weren't supposed to be seen! I tell you, this is the last time I involve mentally-unstable convicts in my plans....\" \n\nThe Vox Ego continues to rant against Voiree's complete lack of subtlety as she runs further and further from her companion. \n \n\n\" I was not in command old man . I elected to trust the one who saved my life earlier and his plan went poorly . It has not yet even failed . Two of our operatives remain free . Next time try furnishing us with directions beforehand instead of simply naming the goal and shutting off communication so we can not field further questions . And appoint a leader ! Preferably me . Directions for this mech ? It is durable, powerful , quick and it has endless stamina but a dangerous powerplant . It has destroyed half a base and half its mobile forces . Right now it needs rest .\""
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Leaping from a PT's hand to its cockpit is a crazy idea, but Aaron proves himself the man for the task. As Jun stands up to check why the door opened on its own he recieves far more than his recommended daily allowance of boot to the head, but the military lifestyle breeds them tough and he quickly retaliates with a right hook that leaves Aaron sprawled dangerously close to the edge of the cockpit."
},
{
"author": "Nerd-o-rama",
"message": "Silent for once, Aaron kips up and delivers a quick feint with his right, followed by an open palm to Jun's chin and a kick to the torso designed to knock him back.\n\n Not a real kung fu style mind you - (3d6)[ 9 ] \n Use in case of counterattack - (3d6+3)[ 16 ] "
}
] |
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{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 24: Kaldar vs. Reave \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 600 XP\n GP Award: 600 GP\n\n All Combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " init - (1d20+5)[ 22 ] I may buy something if Reave does."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Reave rarely, if ever, buys stuff for matches.\n\nInitiative = (1d20+9)[ 18 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "After looking at Reave's sheet again, I think I'll buy a scroll of Bull's Strength. Kaldar starts in A13 with a scroll in his hands and his tower shield loosed so that he acn use both hands. He casts a spell from the scrolll, drops it and then moves to A5 while readying the tower shield.\n\nStats\n \n Spoiler \n\nKaldar will also activate Travel Devotion as a swift action.\n\nHP 14\nAC 21\nEffects: Bull's Strength 1/30, Travel Devotion 1/10\nLocation: A5\n\nSpells:\n0: Guidance, Virtue, Cure Minor Wounds x2\n1: Faith Healing, Command, Cause Fear, Rhino's Rush(d)\n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Starting in Y14 with my Greatsword drawn\n\nMove Action:\nMove to O14\n\nStandard Action:\nReady an Action\n\nEnd of Turn\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 19\nAC: 16\nSpeed: 50\nRage: 1 day\nShifting: 1 day\nReady an Action to Move if Kalder casts a spell and then moves.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Kaldar casts a spell and moves to D11.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting Guidance, movemet this round is Kaldar's normal move action, Travel Devotion not used.\n\nHP 14\nAC 21\nEffects: Bull's Strength 2/30, Travel Devotion 2/10, Guidance 1/10\nLocation: D11\n\nSpells:\n0: Guidance , Virtue, Cure Minor Wounds x2\n1: Faith Healing, Command, Cause Fear, Rhino's Rush(d)\n \n\n\nEdit: Fixed an error in the stat block."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Reave - Round 2\n\nMove Action - None\n\nStandard Action - Ready an Action\n\nAction for Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nReadied Action: Ready an action to move if Kalder both moves and casts a spell, in any order.\nAlso, choosing not to take my readied action for last round.\n \n\n\nEnd of Turn:\nStats:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nHP: 19\nAC: 16\nSpeed: 50\nRage: 1 day\nShifting: 1 day\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "\"What're you waiting for?\"\n\nKaldar will use his tower shield for cover towards the south part of the arena and move to L15 D24. He also draws a javelin while he moves.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nStandard move and Travel Devotion used to move to L15 .\n\nHP 14\nAC 21\nEffects: Bull's Strength 2/30, Travel Devotion 2/10, Guidance 1/10\nLocation: D24\n\nSpells:\n0: Guidance , Virtue, Cure Minor Wounds x2\n1: Faith Healing, Command, Cause Fear, Rhino's Rush(d)\n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Harkening back to the great Tower Shield debate of Waiting Room 3, I must ask you what direction your claiming cover from with your shield. [1] "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "gah! I completely forgot about that rule. Suppose it's too late for me to redo my turn?"
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Considering I barely recalled and had to google it, I have no problem if you want to rethink your turn."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Ok, Kaldar moves to D24 and blocks off the side that connects to E24 with his tower shield. Everything else should remain the same. I'll go back and edit my other post to reflect this change, but that's why it is edited."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Reave - Round 2\n\nMove to M13 and ready an action.\n\nEnd of Turn:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 19\nAC: 16\nSpeed: 50\nRage: 1 day\nShifting: 1 day\nReady an Action to Move if Kalder moves more than 40 feet, or if he gains LoE\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Kalser moves to I13 and readies an action\n\nstats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nStandard move and Travel Devotion used to move to I15.\n\nReady action to cast command if reave moves\n\nHP 14\nAC 21\nEffects: Bull's Strength 4/30, Travel Devotion 4/10, Guidance 3/10, ready action\nLocation: I13\n\nSpells:\n0: Guidance , Virtue, Cure Minor Wounds x2\n1: Faith Healing, Command, Cause Fear, Rhino's Rush(d)\n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Free Action:\nRage and Shift\n\nFull Round Action:\nCharge attack: (1d20+7)[ 26 ] \nDamage: (2d6+7)[ 11 ] \n\nEnd of Turn\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 24\nAc: 12\nRage: 1/8\nShift: 1/13\n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Confirmation Roll: (1d20+7)[ 9 ] \nDamage: (2d6+7)[ 9 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "As you start to move, Kaldar casts a spell, and you will need to make a will save DC14. If you fail, Kaldar successfully commands you to halt and you take no more actions for 1 round. If you succede then you hit me for 11 damage."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Will Save - (1d20+1)[ 10 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "So, you halt just as you start to move and you lose your actions for this round.\n\nAt the beginning of the next round, Kaldar will cast Rhino's Rush as a swift action and then he will charge you.\n\n attack - (1d20+10)[ 18 ] (+1BAB, +6STR, +2Charge, +1Guidance) Edit: forgot -2 from tower shield so my attack should only be a 16\n damage - (4d6+18)[ 25 ] (2d6+9 doubled from rhino's rush)\n\nstats\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 14\nAC 19\nEffects: Bull's Strength 5/30, Travel Devotion 5/10, Guidance 2/10\nLocation: L13\n\nSpells:\n0: Guidance , Virtue, Cure Minor Wounds x2\n1: Faith Healing, Command , Cause Fear, Rhino's Rush(d) \n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@BM\n \n Spoiler \n\nWhat book is Rhino's Rush in?\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "@ Bronz\n \n Spoiler \nSpell Compendium, pg. 176. Part of the Wrath Domain. If your worried about the somantic component part, Kaldar would drop his javelin as a free action to have a free hand to cast the spell.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@BM\nActually I just did not know the spell and needed to know what it did.\n\n\n\n Kaldar is declared the winner and gains all prizes promised! "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Um, wouldn't you also take a -4 proficiency for wielding a javelin as you never changed weapons, which also makes your damage wrong."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Kaldar would have actually had to drop the javelin as a free action in order to cast the spell since it had somatic components. The damage delt is for the gore attack which is 2d6+1.5*str on a charge."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " High Ref Bronz \n\nWe have a question of explicit vs. implicit here. Before Kaldar could have cast command as a readied action, he would have had to drop his javelin during his turn. The charge attack is irrelevant as the horns are used, not the javelin, and it would not matter if it was held or not.\n\nHowever the maneuver was set up using the spell, which was a turning point in this match.\n\nPrecedent would say that explicit wins out and we have to turn back the clock, however a ruling by Jacob or Kyeudo might be in order here simply because the opponents are both high refs or higher."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Command only has a verbal component. That's why I readied it instead of cause fear."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Good point. So I guess it's just a case of the somantic for Rhino's rush and if implicit (even mentioning it after the fact) overrules explicit. As you couldn't have cast the spell without dropping the javelin, I'm in favor of implicit, however precedent does state that whatever you put down is what happens (I'm victim of this as much as anyone).\n\nI'd still like a higher ref than I to double check the ruling."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Even if we have to rewind the match, it goes back to where Kaldar casts the spell, so then he would drop the javelin and make the same attack. Generally, if nothing significant has changed about a sitution the player keeps the rolls (good or bad) and then the match continues."
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nBigmac is correct on our typical policy for rerolls, so whether we rewind or not doesn't seem to matter. Mavian is dead either way. If it actualy mattered, I would let Mavian decide if he wanted to let it slide or enforce it strictly.\n\nAs things are, I'll uphold the victory for Kaldar, unless there is something someone else wants to add, or something I forgot."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "I'm not asking for a rewind of any sort. I'm asking that his action be taken as posted, which means that his spell doesn't go off."
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " GM Kyeudo \n\n \n Originally Posted by Mavian \n I'm not asking for a rewind of any sort. I'm asking that his action be taken as posted, which means that his spell doesn't go off. \n \n\nI'm confused at what you are asking. Are you saying that when we go back to Kaldar's turn, where he took the invalid action, he should be forced to keep the javalin in hand?"
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "I'm saying that he attempted to cast a spell with the javelin in hand, which means that the spell would fizzle, which is not actually an illegal action, the rest of his actions are also completely, which means that he would charge, and I would get hit, but that he would not have the damage increase the spell represents."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "I think it's pretty clear that I ment to drop the javelin. A spell caster would drop the javelin when he tried to cast the spell. If it came down to trying to make the gestures and the javelin getting in the way, why whould he NOT drop it.\n\nStill, even if it's upheld that he doesn't drop the javelin, then we would still need to rewind. Reason being is that I would have new information that I didn't before, mainly that the spell didn't work (which he would obviously know)."
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nAccording to the SRD, you can't cast a spell without providing the components. A spell cannot fizzle because you couldn't provide a component you thought you could, you just can't cast the spell.\n\nRewinding to before the invalid action still doesn't change the course of events, unless you have some sort of reason why he should be forced to not drop the javalin."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "How about the spell failure rules.\n\n\n Spell Failure\n\nIf you ever try to cast a spell in conditions where the characteristics of the spell cannot be made to conform, the casting fails and the spell is wasted \n\nThe components are a part of the characteristics of the spell. Failing to provide the proper somatic component causes the spell to fail and be wasted."
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " GM Kyeudo \n\n10 points to Mavian for proving the head ref wrong.\n\nThe spell casting fails, so the rewind is just to right after the casting fails, because at that point Kaldar doesn't have the gore attack granted by the spell. Play continues from there.\n\nLooks like Reave just got his bacon saved by a technicality. 😉"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "If you can't beat 'em, rules lawyer your way out on a technicality eh?\n\nKaldar will curse and double move to D26\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 14\nAC 19\nEffects: Bull's Strength 6/30, Travel Devotion 6/10, Guidance 5/10\nLocation: D26\n\nSpells:\n0: Guidance , Virtue, Cure Minor Wounds x2\n1: Faith Healing, Command , Cause Fear, Rhino's Rush(d) \n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "An encyclopedic knowledge of the rules has to be good for something.\n\nDid you still do your charge, or did you move instead?"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "He decided not to charge.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Bigmac \n Kaldar will curse and double move to D26 \n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Reave.\n\nMove Action: Move to F20\n\nStandard Action: Ready an Action\n \n Spoiler \n Ready an action to move if Kalder casts a spell\n \n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 24\nAc: 14\nRage: 2/8\nShift: 2/13\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Kaldar moves to N24 and readies an action.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nReady an action to attack with the javelin if Reave is within 20ft and doesn't have any cover\n\nHP 14\nAC 19\nEffects: Bull's Strength 7/30, Travel Devotion 7/10, Guidance 6/10, Ready Action\nLocation: N24\n\nSpells:\n0: Guidance , Virtue, Cure Minor Wounds x2\n1: Faith Healing, Command , Cause Fear, Rhino's Rush(d) \n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Reave\n\nDouble move to M24, going north around the wall.\n\nEnd Turn\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 24\nAc: 14\nRage: 3/8\nShift: 3/13\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "When you get to K24, Kaldar's ready action triggers and he throws his javelin at you.\n\n attack - (1d20-1)[ 1 ] \n damage - (1d6+6)[ 10 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Kaldar withdraws to X18 as a full round action, and then uses a swift action to move to X10. He will draw another javelin as he moves.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 14\nAC 21\nEffects: Bull's Strength 8/30, Travel Devotion 8/10\n\nSpells:\n0: Guidance , Virtue, Cure Minor Wounds x2\n1: Faith Healing, Command , Cause Fear, Rhino's Rush(d) \n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Reave\n\nDouble move to W10\n\nEnd of Turn:\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 24\nAc: 14\nRage: 4/8\nShift: 4/13\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Kaldar will withdraw again this time from X10 to Z8 to Z3 and then up to R3 as a full round action and then he will use a swift action to move to N3.\n\nEnd of Turn\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 14\nAC 21\nEffects: Bull's Strength 9/30, Travel Devotion 9/10\n\nSpells:\n0: Guidance , Virtue, Cure Minor Wounds x2\n1: Faith Healing, Command , Cause Fear, Rhino's Rush(d) \n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Reave\n\nDouble move to O3\n\nEnd of Turn:\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 24\nAc: 14\nRage: 4/8\nShift: 4/13\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Kaldar withdraws (first to M4) and then continues on to M16. He them uses a swift action to move to M24.\n\n\nEnd of Turn\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 14\nAC 21\nEffects: Bull's Strength 10/30, Travel Devotion 10/10\n\nSpells:\n0: Guidance , Virtue, Cure Minor Wounds x2\n1: Faith Healing, Command , Cause Fear, Rhino's Rush(d) \n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Double Move to N23, going south around the center walls\n\nEnd of Turn\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 24\nAc: 14\nRage: 5/8\nShift: 5/13\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Withdraw through L23 and continue to F13.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\n will add later \nEdit: Added in.\nHP 14\nAC 21\nEffects: Bull's Strength 11/30\n\nSpells:\n0: Guidance , Virtue, Cure Minor Wounds x2\n1: Faith Healing, Command , Cause Fear, Rhino's Rush(d) \n \n\n\nEdit: Fixed stat block."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Reave:\n\nDouble Move to F14\n\nEnd of Turn\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 24\nAc: 14\nRage: 7/8\nShift: 7/13\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Withdraw through G12 and continue to M3.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 14\nAC 21\nEffects: Bull's Strength 12/30\n\nSpells:\n0: Guidance , Virtue, Cure Minor Wounds x2\n1: Faith Healing, Command , Cause Fear, Rhino's Rush(d) \n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Double move to N3\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 24\nAc: 14\nRage: 8/8\nShift: 8/13\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Withdraw through L4 and continue to M16. Kaldar will loose his tower shield as he moves.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 14\nAC 17\nEffects: Bull's Strength 13/30\n\nSpells:\n0: Guidance , Virtue, Cure Minor Wounds x2\n1: Faith Healing, Command , Cause Fear, Rhino's Rush(d) \n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " High Ref Bronz \n\nI am of the understanding loosing a shield is not the same as drawing a weapon (or equivalent). I do not believe you can do that without spending the required move action to solely loose the shield."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Ever since THE RULING, I've decided to double check every action that I'm taking.\n\nFrom the SRD\n\n Ready or Loose a Shield\nStrapping a shield to your arm to gain its shield bonus to your AC, or unstrapping and dropping a shield so you can use your shield hand for another purpose, requires a move action. If you have a base attack bonus of +1 or higher, you can ready or loose a shield as a free action combined with a regular move.\n\nDropping a carried (but not worn) shield is a free action. \n\nq.e.d."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "I stand corrected. I should have double checked myself."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "I'm going to stay in N3\n\nStandard Action:\n \n Spoiler \n\nReady an Action to move if Kalder gets within 40 feet.\n \n\n\nEnd of Turn:\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 24\nAc: 15\nShift: 9/13\nStatus: Fatigued\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Kaldar 5ft steps to N16 while drawing a wand. He then casts a spell.\n\nEnd of Turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting true strike from the wand.\n\nHP 14\nAC 17\nEffects: Bull's Strength 14/30, True Strike\n\nSpells:\n0: Guidance , Virtue, Cure Minor Wounds x2\n1: Faith Healing, Command , Cause Fear, Rhino's Rush(d) \n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Reave\n\nMove to N11 and ready an action\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nReady an action to move if Kalder gains LoE\n \n\n\nEnd of Turn\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 19\nAc: 15\nShift: 9/13\nStatus: Fatigued\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Kaldar moves to T14 and thorws his javelin at Reave. He then moves to X20 afterwards.\n\n attack - (1d20+18)[ 37 ] \n damage - (1d6+6)[ 10 ] \n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpending 2 turn undead attempts to reactivate travel devotion.\n\nHP 14\nAC 17\nEffects: Bull's Strength 15/30, Travel Devotion 1/10\nSpells:\n0: Guidance , Virtue, Cure Minor Wounds x2\n1: Faith Healing, Command , Cause Fear, Rhino's Rush(d) \n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "When you gain LoE. I'm not sure exactly where it happens, but it would be somewhere around Q or P. My readied action goes off and I move adjacent to you."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "LoE is established when I move into P14, so I'm assuming that you move into P13.\n\nKaldar will attack with his horns instead of the javelin.\n attack - (1d20+27)[ 41 ] \n damage - (1d6+6)[ 8 ] \n\nHe will then drop his wand as a free action and ready his tower shield as a move action.\n\nEnd of turn\n\nStatus\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 14\nAC 21\nEffects: Bull's Strength 15/30, Travel Devotion 1/10\nSpells:\n0: Guidance , Virtue, Cure Minor Wounds x2\n1: Faith Healing, Command , Cause Fear, Rhino's Rush(d) \n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Um... Not that it really matter, but that would be 3 actions.. Move, Standard, and then Move again.\n\nAlthough due to the rules of readying, I get no actions this turn, so its your turn again."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "I moved the first part as a swift action. That's how I was origionally able to move, throw the spear, and move again.\n\n In that case, Kaldar will attack again.\n\n attack - (1d20+5)[ 17 ] \n damage - (1d6+6)[ 7 ] \n\nWait a minute. I got a little over eager there.\n\nYou readied an aciton during the last part of the previous round. Kalder moved and triggered your action. That means you move up in initiative, but don't get to act anymore this round. Kaldar finishes this round by attacking you (and hitting for 8 points of damage). That's the end of the round, and you are now first to act at the beginning of the new round. So that last attack I just posted is invalid."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "In that case\n\nAttack: (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \nDamage: (2d6+3)[ 7 ] \n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 11\nAc: 15\nShift: 10/13\nStatus: Fatigued\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "I'm not sure if that is a hit or not. I'm pretty sure that the little bit of wall that extends into the space between P13 and P14 provides cover.\n\n\n When making a melee attack against an adjacent target, your target has cover if ANY line from your square to the target’s square goes through a wall (including a low wall). When making a melee attack against a target that isn’t adjacent to you (such as with a reach weapon), use the rules for determining cover from ranged attacks. \n\nA line from your square to my NW corner must necessicarily go through the wall, so I should have cover, and thus have an AC of 25. You obviosly had cover from my attack too, but I think a 47 still hit.\n\n If that IS the case and Kalder didn't get hit, then Kaldar will attack again\n attack - (1d20+5)[ 17 ] \n damage - (1d6+6)[ 9 ] \n\nIf that IS NOT the case, and Kaldar did get hit, then Kaldar will ready an action.\n \n Spoiler \n\nready action to attack Reave (with the same rolls as above) and take a 5ft step away if Reave attacks Kaldar\n \n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 7\nAC 21\nEffects: Bull's Strength 16/30, Travel Devotion 2/10\nSpells:\n0: Guidance , Virtue, Cure Minor Wounds x2\n1: Faith Healing, Command , Cause Fear, Rhino's Rush(d) \n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " High Ref Bronz \n\nP13 - P14 do not have cover related to each other. That \"little bit of wall\" does not actually exist as it is artist freedom, and the fact that we deal in 5' cubes here in the arena.\n\nSo Kaldar readies an action."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "In that case, I will ready an action aswell.\n\nReave\n\nReady an Action\n \n Spoiler \n\nReady an action to attack Kalder if a)moves, or b)attacks.\n\nThis readied action is acceptable due to the arkol rulings on readied actions and multiple triggers.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Kaldar will fight defensivly and attack Reave.\n\n attack - (1d20+1)[ 11 ] \n damage - (1d6+6)[ 9 ] \n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 7\nAC 23\nEffects: Bull's Strength 17/30, Travel Devotion 3/10\nSpells:\n0: Virtue, Cure Minor Wounds x2\n1: Faith Healing, Cause Fear\n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Your Attack triggers my attack\n\nAttack (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \nDamage (2d6+3)[ 11 ] \n\nIt's like a finely choreographed ballet\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 11\nAc: 15\nShift: 12/13\nStatus: Fatigued\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "yep.\n\nKaldar will drop his javelin as a free action, draw his morningstar as a move action and fight defesivly once again.\n\n attack - (1d20+1)[ 8 ] \n damage - (1d8+6)[ 9 ] \n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 7\nAC 23\nEffects: Bull's Strength 18/30, Travel Devotion 4/10\nSpells:\n0: Virtue, Cure Minor Wounds x2\n1: Faith Healing, Cause Fear\n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Attack (1d20+4)[ 6 ] \nDamage (2d6+3)[ 8 ] \n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 11\nAc: 15\nShift: 12/13\nStatus: Fatigued\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Comeon Dice!\n\nFighting defensivly again. Attacking with morning star.\n\n attack - (1d20+1)[ 2 ] \n damage - (1d8+6)[ 7 ] \n\nNot going to bother with stas for now, to keep things moving."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "And my horns vanish, as do my extra muscles.\n\nAttack (1d20+3)[ 16 ] \nDamage: (1d20+1)[ 21 ] \n\nWrong damage, but I missed anyways. Also wasted a crit *sigh*"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "You stole my good d20 role. The next one was supposed to be MINE!\n\nKaldar takes a break from this action to take a 5ft step back (P15) and he casts a spell.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFaith healing, which restores 10hp to Kalder, bringing him back up to max (14)\n \n\n\nYou're up."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "5 foot step to P14 and start up the swinging.\n\nAttack (1d20+3)[ 16 ] \nDamage (2d6+1)[ 7 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Back to our regularly scheduled fight.\n\nKaldar continues to fight defensivly\n\n attack - (1d20+1)[ 15 ] \n damage - (1d8+6)[ 10 ] "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Thats a hit, but I'm still standing.\n\nAttack (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \nDamage (2d6+1)[ 10 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Dude is a tough hombre.\n\nStill fighting defensivly.\n\n attack - (1d20+1)[ 11 ] \n damage - (1d8+6)[ 8 ] "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Attack: (1d20+3)[ 8 ] \nDamage: (2d6+1)[ 6 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Kalder will forgo fighting defensivly to try and finish this off faster.\n\n attack - (1d20+5)[ 8 ] \n damage - (1d8+6)[ 12 ] "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Attack (1d20+3)[ 13 ] \nDamage (2d6+1)[ 8 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "So reave gets his attack,\n\nand then here are the next 7 rounds of attacks from Kaldar (until the Bull's strength wears off)\n\n attack - (1d20+5)[ 15 ] \n attack - (1d20+5)[ 7 ] \n attack - (1d20+5)[ 11 ] \n attack - (1d20+5)[ 25 ] \n attack - (1d20+5)[ 8 ] \n attack - (1d20+5)[ 11 ] \n attack - (1d20+5)[ 15 ] \n\nDidn't bother to roll damage\n\nEdit, looks like I got it on the next try. Whew. Good Match."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Yep, That's game."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " High Ref Bronz \n And Kaldar is declared the victor! \n\nAnd Mavian needs to get into our match and do something! Yay! 😉"
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Hah, I was doing something in that match as you posted this."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "It seems that way.\n\nThough admittedly swinging away is more interesting than whatever it is that we're doing, that's for certain."
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nLooks like the same result from the earlier miscall. Just took an extra page and a half to be decided."
}
] |
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{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Chapter 1: Old Vendettas \n Tokyo, Marunouchi District \n September 21, 2030 \n Welcome to Ellis-Itami. \n\nKnowledge is strength.\nKnowledge is unity.\nKnowledge is a way of life. \n*ping!*\n\nThe elevator doors slide open and within moments a well-dressed secretary arrives. She leads you to the kind of dark, uninviting office reminiscent of a film noir. The company motto still fresh in your head, your mind can't help but think back about how simple it had all begun: a small note slipped under your door.\nIn hindsight, it could just as well have been a phone call or a message through cyberspace, but the content would still be the same: Ellis-Itami had selected you out of thousands of other candidates to perform a task for them.\nBeing the undisputable masters of information in Tokyo, it didn't come as a surprise that the Ellis-Itami corporation knew about you and your skills. They choose people from all layers of society, often completely disregarding their amount (or lack) of experience. They pride themselves on their capability to construct what they consider 'perfect' teams that have the greatest chance of completing whichever mission they're tasked with.\n\nAlthough the note only mentioned a date and an adress, the real message was the card itself - or rather, its color. Green and yellow cards stand for 'safe' and 'low-risk' jobs respectively. These included package deliveries, small-time espionage and roughing up someone from time to time.\nRed cards, such as the one you received, signify dangerous missions where chances of survival are a lot lower. It's rumored that there are grey cards as well, which are only reserved for the most dangerous of missions.\n\n\nThe secretary closes the door and leaves. Although there is little illumination, you can make out six other people in the room. Five of them are clearly recruits like you, either sitting relaxed in one of the sofas, leaning against the wall, or simply standing at ease. The sixth person, clearly your direct superior, sits behind a desk and is partially covered in shadows. You can see rings of smoke emanate from where he's sitting.\n\nFor a few moments, the room falls completely silent, but then the man speaks up in a weary tone with a slight - possibly British - accent.\n\n \"Good. Now that we're all here, we can discuss business. I've read all of your personal files already so chances are, I probably know you better than you know yourselves. As for me, you can call me...\" he seems to think for a moment \"... Five .\" \n\nHe stresses the last word, and it's almost as if you can sense his smirk in the darkness. With the push of a button, he projects a surprisingly realistic 3D-hologram of one of Tokyo’s building in the middle of the room.\n\n “This is the Century Sanjari Hotel”, he says. “Thirty stories. Expensive rooms and a lot more security than your average hotel. Though then again, it’s still a hotel , so don’t worry about that too much. \n As you know, one of our most promising agents was found dead several days ago. We believe he was murdered. He most commonly went by the name Yousuke Jurata, though who he was isn’t exactly relevant to this mission... unlike what he was investigating . Our intelligence indicates that prior to his death he discovered something that would incriminate one of the zaibatsu. In all likelihood, these two events are related.\nIt’s up to you to show that no one messes with our senior operatives and, simultaneously, recover the information he discovered.” \n\nOnce again, Five presses a button, and the image changes, this time showing a life-sized hologram of a middle-aged man with rat-like features and a scheming look in his eyes.\n\n “This is Takaro Iato. Our sources show that he is responsible for killing our agent. He has worked for Okuda Optics from time to time, though it seems that in this case he hasn't been operating under their command. Whatever information Takaro has in his possession, he intends to leave the country with it tonight. Earlier today he arranged for a private jet to arrive at the Tokyo airport at 11.30, which will bring him to New York.\nWe need you to eliminate him before he leaves the country.\n\nSince security at the airport is tight, we suggest you head to the Century Sanjari hotel and kill him there. According to our latest reports, he's holed up in his room along with his bodyguard. It’s highly probable that he has hired additional protection in the meantime.\n\nOnce you’ve taken him out, search the room for his personal palmtop computer. He’ll probably keep it close by. Take it along and don’t access it yet. Takaro is a skilled programmer and will probably have several contingency programs installed that might cause all files to be automatically deleted as soon as an unauthorized user accesses them.\n\nBring the computer, as well as any other items of interest you chance upon to the Shoto shop in the Yokohama district. It'll serve as a temporary safehouse when you’ve completed your mission. Basic supplies will also be available there, should you need them. We’ll contact you when you arrive.\n\nSo to sum it all up: Eliminate Takaro, recover his computer, head to the safehouse and await further instructions.\n\nGentlemen, this is your chance to prove yourself to our corporation. If you fail, we’ll have to send in our backup troops. I don’t want to do that, and let me assure you, you don’t want it to happen either. Therefore, I suggest you get going now. You've only got a few hours to work with, so it's in our best interests that you put them to good use.\nIf you ever need to contact me again, just go to the nearest public phone. When that time comes, you'll know what to do.\n\nOne last thing before you leave though: whatever you do, don’t needlessly endanger any civilians. We are a professional company, and I want it to stay that way.” \n Tokyo, Ikebukuro District \n *Welcome to subway station #5, Ikebukuro east. We wish you an enjoyable evening.\nDid you know that the Tokyo subway network is sponsored by Matsuyama Heavy Industries?\nMatsuyama: The future of Tokyo .* \nThe train doors close behind you, and you find yourself amongst a massive throng of commuters. It's the evening rush hour, and everyone is on their way to the nearest apartment complex, restaurant, bar, brothel or arcade hall. They're done with work for today.\nFor you, it has just begun.\n\nYou make your way up the stairs, to the surface, where you are greeted by various neon lights and other, various flashing billboards. Cars both drive and fly by, while rain pours down on everyone below, as if an angry God has been looking down on the world with great disapprovement, and now seeks to drown it in tears. The streets are thinning out an an amazing rate - soon they'll be empty.\nYou can see a variety of buildings around you, most notably the Shinobizawa corporation building to the south and the Century Sanjuri hotel to the west.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAlthough you've probably told eachother your name on the train, you don't really know much about eachother yet.\n\nSince you're walking around publicly, I assume you've all taken special precautions to keep some of the larger weapons/items (shotguns, katanas, etc.) hidden on your body until the time is right to actually use them.\n\nThe following items are pretty much unconcealable:\n- Viktor's 2 LAW's (These are stored in a large bag you're carrying around).\n- Viktor's kevlar jacket (This is the unconcealable version. Since civilians aren't allowed to wear kevlar jackets, you'll want to either store it in your bag until you're about to attack, or to hide it under a layer of clothes. In the latter case, you'll look unnaturally bulky and will have to roll a deceive check against anyone who inspects you closely.\n "
},
{
"author": "Ulzgoroth",
"message": "Uemura hangs back toward the middle of the group on the way up the stairs. Emerging into the rain, he hunches his shoulders under his scruffy once-black jacket. His fingers wander unconsciously toward the pistol settled unaccustomedly in the left pocket, across from the familiar weight of the cyberdeck, before he pulls them back to the seam of his dark gray pants.\n\nLooking towards the brightly lit tower of their target's hotel, he offers a question to his new associates. \"Did anyone catch where in that to look for him?\" "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Kimaro sneers as he throws the long bangs of dark grey hair out of his face and mops the rain away with the same motion. \"You mean besides in the hotel? Nope. I missed that part.\" His sarcasm does little to hide the edge in the voice and more than likely has the opposite effect than he was trying to achieve.\n\nHe shuffles his feet nervously and tries to move out of the way of the people bustling for shelter. \"Looks like they have the right idea. Let's get out of this rain and into that hotel. I could use some 'room service'.\" With that he pulls a dark flask from the inner pocket of his sleeveless trench and takes a quick swig, placing it back in his jacket with a sure motion that belies a habbit he is familiar with.\n\nSomewhat more comfortable now that he's had a drink he leans back, lounging against whatever is handy and waits for someone else to decide their fate."
},
{
"author": "Alton",
"message": "Musashi adjusts his dark sunglasses slightly, making sure that they cover the irregularities in his eyes. His autopistol was in a holster that allowed it to be drawn relatively easily with either hand, and utterly concealed under the blask suit jacket he wore. The undershirt and tie were a dark blue, and gave him the overall appearance of just a random middle level businessman.\n\n \"Now Kimaro, he meant where in the hotel we should look for him. I believe they didn't give us that information, so his question is entirely justified.\" He runs a hand over his hair, pushing excess water out of it. It's done up in a short ponytail that with a very simple change could be pinned up into the traditional top not of the old samurai.\n\nWith a casual nod at Uemura, he continues speaking. \"I believe that finding out where he is might be easier from inside the hotel. Who can hack?\" "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Pulling the hood of his pull-over up to cover his hair, Yoshimufi is going to glance around the area nervously.\n\n \"Get me a deck and some Icebreakers and I can handle it, or we could just ask at the desk.\" "
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "\"Asking may not be the right idea. Everyone can be bought. We could try to pay the desk clerk more then this, Takaro, and hope he doesn't cross us. Or, we can try other methods. Now, can anyone get us blueprints of this place we're headed to? Be nice to have an escape route before we need it.\"\n\nViktor always felt exposed without his armor, but he knew he couldn't get away with wearing it anymore. He'd have to speak to someone about getting a military ID again. The other members of his team looked nervous, anxious. Nothing like what he used to work with. He knew that they were as safe where they are now as they would be in any of the buildings around here. Probably safer, if someone had a metal detector, or ask to inspect their bags. Then again, standing around in a group looking for something was a good way to attract the kind of attention they didn't want.\n\n\"Come on.\" He said, turning and walking in the opposite direction of the hotel, trying to find a cafe that offered net access."
},
{
"author": "Ulzgoroth",
"message": "Uemura nods gratefully at Miyamoto's intervention. In reply to the question, he pats his stowed deck. \"I've got the hardware, if I can get someplace dry to work.\" He hesitates a moment. \"I don't have a lot of software, but I'll see what I can do. You want the guest registry?\" \n\nFollowing the Russian, he observes \"Surely blueprints in the public records?\" "
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "\"We need more then anything they'd give the public. Blueprints, including sewer maps and roof accesses. Security details, camera locations, hired muscle. What kind of tamper-proofing they have on the doors. And, how often are those that are publicly available anywhere near accurate?\"\n\n\"Newcomers.\" Viktor thought, shaking his head, \"It was a good thing I was there. These fish would be dead before they started.\""
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Kimaro shrugs displacing the rain that had built up on the collar of his jacket causing it to run down his back creating a small stream in turn making him shiver. Slowly he follows the others as they head to a cafe kicking the ground with his heels and stuffing his hands into his leather pant pockets careful to keep the shotgun hiden under his left arm out of view.\n\nPretending to absently survey some of the more attractive girls nearby rushing about in their wet clothes. He does his best to keep an eye out for anyone who might notice him. Unlikely, at least this rain was good for something. He always hated the hiding, secrecy, and scurrying about that others felt were necessary in his former profession."
},
{
"author": "Alton",
"message": "OOC @ Ulzgoroth: Not sure if you meant to, but you used Musashi's last name. Japanese culture dictates that the second name is the given name. The first name, Miyamoto, is his family name. Of course, it would be more professional to use Miyamoto...\n\nStepping into the cafe, Musashi quickly surveys the area. Speaking in an undertone, he addressed the rest of the team. \"You know, it might have been easier to just get a room at the hotel under a false name, and then tap the network from inside. Certainly would have given us access to the buildings security. That's where I figured we would go to get the information, till commando here led us away from the building we need to be inside of. Remember, we're on a time limit with this one folks.\" "
},
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"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " \"That was what i had been thinking. Not to mention there probably isn't anything decent to eat or drink in here. Does someone want to go accross to the hotel and get a room? It might be a little less obvious than all of us just walking in and getting 1 room. No offense i like you guys i just don't want everyone thinking we're uhhhh... 'Together'.\" \n\nAfter speaking his mind Kimaro looks around for a moment then makes his way off to the corner of the cafe to where he suspects the restroom to be. He motions that he'll be back in a minute or two and then disappears into the restroom."
},
{
"author": "Ulzgoroth",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nThat was my intention, but I'm glad to see I got it right. Uemura may not be altogether professional, but he can think respectfully.\n \n\n \"That might be easier, if they built their network that way. If I slipped up, they'd probably know where we were coming from though.\" Uemura unslings his compact computer case with a worried expression. \"How much time do we have? This takes some work.\" "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "Finding an internet cafe turns out to be simple enough, and in only a few minutes you find one, aptly named \"Den of Kombat\". The cheesy name and unusual spelling of 'combat' hints at this being the type of internet cafe frequently visited by gamers. Sure enough, you find the cafe crowded with people, most of which are playing 'Fukushu Nights 5', a popular game set during the first corporate war of the late 1990's.\n\nA large man in colourful clothes and an old baseball cap approaches you. He seems to be in charge here. In a comically shrill voice he speaks up: \"If you guys want to use cyberspace, you can use those computers over there,\" He motions over to a currently unoccupied corner. \"and it'll cost you 350 yen, per hour.\" \n\nHe looks at you all, before adding. \"Or do you want to have something to eat instead?\" "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Returning from the restroom hair looking a little neater and himself looking much drier. Kimaro scans the room as though looking for something. \" Did we decide what we are doing yet? Stay or go doesn't matter to me much but i would rather just get our 'business' over with. I'm going to go over to the hotel and see what information i can get the old fashioned way. If anyone wants to come with me that's fine just don't cramp my style and we'll get along fine. \" He says everything with a mild tone of annoyance not directed at anyone. He seems more annoyed with the situation and having to do things that he sees as below himself. Being unaccustomed to gathering his own intel and instead just being called in for the 'business end' of most transactions. He's been spoiled by his old company and he misses the luxuries and everything about his old life. This new way of doing things hiding and skulking gets on his nerves too quickly and makes him more edgy and unpleasant than a night out with Old Fat Zaibatsu businessmen at a 'new' Karaoke bar.\n\nWithout another word or glance back at his 'new friends' Kimaro walks over to a nearby game and begins to talk with a teenager at the controls."
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "Holding up two fingers towards the owner, motioning for him to wait or stop, Viktor turns to Musashi, leans in and whispers \"Easier, yes. Smarter, no. Do you have any fake IDs on you? And how do you know where they have their cameras? You really want to get your face plastered all over, go ahead. I'm not going to take that risk. I stand out more than anyone else, so who do you think they'd peg for it? I spent two years fighting for this country, earning some respect, and I'm not about to lose it all on my first mission for some small-time company.\"\n\nLetting him digest that, he turned and walked over to Kimaro, taping him on the shoulder, and when he turned around, he whispers to him, looking straight into his eyes, \"You've never done recon, have you? You've never done anything other then clean-up, right?\"\n\nWalking back to his main group, he swells himself up to his full height, takes off his glasses, holds them folded in one hand, and sets his bag down so there is the slightest clink of metal on metal. He looks the owner in the eyes, and says \"Now, how much was that for cyberspace access?\""
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "The cafe owner adjusts his cap for a moment and raises an eyebrow. Viktor isn't the kind of person he sees often in his establishment, but he says nothing of it. It doesn't look like he has noticed the slight clanking sound of metal on metal, or it might just be that he doesn't consider it strange.\n\n \"Err...350 yen per hour, big guy. For the six of you, that is.\" \n\nHe reaches for a can of soda, opens it and takes a drink, awaiting some sort of response."
},
{
"author": "Alton",
"message": "Musashi shakes his head. For an ex-special forces solider, this guy seemed far more...arrogant then was normal. And he kept leaning in to have whispered conversations with specific people. In a busy cafe, where speaking low would be just as effective. Leaning in slightly, he speaks loud enough to be heard over the noise of the gamers. \"It's not a great deal of money, but don't expect to find what we're looking for, or to be reimbursed. A small waste is still a waste.\" "
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "\"That is ok. I am sorry, I am new to country, and I deed not understand your money. That is why I had to ask my advisers for a exchange and if it was within my dailey limit.\" Gesturing one of the others forward he says, \"Et is ok. You may pay the man.\" Turning back to the owner, he winks at him and says, \"Nice city this is. Many women.\""
},
{
"author": "Ulzgoroth",
"message": "Looking at the Russian as if he doesn't know him, Uemura continues unpacking his deck and speaks quietly to Yoshimufi. \"If you know your way around a system we both should try it. If you get in and I don't, you can use the breaker. It's not much, but all I could afford. Try not to make it cut ice for you. It probably won't.\" Pulling a few obscurely-labeled cards from the deck case, he slots his icebreaker (hand-labeled as a collection of the works of Charles Stross) and a blank card into the deck and sets it on the desk."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Yoshi\n\n \"I been around the system at time or two. I ain't no cowboy, but I can handle my own, what kinda deck you runnin? I prefer the old Ono-Sendai's myself.\" \n\nHe'll pull up a chair next to Uemura, cracking his fingers before sliding them back into his pockets.\n\n \"I'll watch your back and your moves, see if I spot anything you miss\" "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "You all position yourself behind one of the computers and plug in. Almost instantly you find yourself in the cyberspace variant of Tokyo, something which would seem psychedelic to those very few people that are still unfamiliar with it.\nA strange grid stretches out as far as you can see, most of which are occupied by basic shapes such as blocks, pyramids and cylinders representing office buildings, arcade halls or other establishments.\n\nEverything in Tokyo's cyberspace alter ego looks a lot different. Every shape and object - including that of your companions and yourself - is outlined by strange lines, mostly in a lime green, red or beige color. Just like its real-life counterpart, the city is crowded, and you can see people freely floating inside, outside or through most buildings, often at amazing speeds.\nEveryone pretty much follows Yoshifumi's and Uemara's lead, who seem the most experienced with finding their way around in this environment.\n\nYou decide to check up on the Century website first, as a preliminary search. Simply thinking of it transports you inside the building itself, and in short order you find a lot of (generally useless) information. You find out that the Century hotel was built to give its guests the 'feel of the millennium'. Some of the pictures that float around you indeed look rather old-fashioned to you, but, by all means, it's still a beautiful hotel.\n\nHacking into the Century Hotel is a piece of cake. Uemara succeeds on the first try. The world seems to twist and turn, and you are offered a panoramic view of a number of messages on a corporate messageboard/chatbox hybrid. At a glance, two messages stand out in particular:\n\n \n The first one is a few days old and was posted by what seems to be a loyal and enthusiastic employee called Ekki. He has drawn a crude map of the hotel detailing a couple of issues he would like to adress:\n\n 1. For some reason, the nearby Jitari Tower's network causes interference with that of the Century hotel. The Century server building (across the street) can't seem to 'find' the main building whenever there's too much electronic traffic coming to or from the Jitari Tower.\n(the Jitari Tower is the main office of the Jitari corporation, a small Zaibatsu press company)\n 2. A group of thugs/yakuza frequently hang out in front of the hotel. They follow Century guests that leave the hotel around so they can mug them. The police seems unwilling to interfere. Ekki suggests hiring more security guards.\n 3. Due to an error by the architect, the north-east corner of the building isn't exactly stable. A heavy shock (such as that of an earthquake) might cause it to collapse.\n 4. The guard overseeing the parking lot is known to sleep on the job. Management should hire someone else, according to Ekki.\n\n Attachment: \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n \n The second message that seems important was posted only a few minutes ago. Apparently a staffmember has found a dead colleague in the kitchen. The cops have been alerted and are on their way to the hotel at this very moment. \n \n\nAlthough it doesn't look like the system administrator has noticed your presence in their network yet, the entire scene suddenly changes. You find yourself in a transparent square-shaped room with four doors.\n \n The first one has 'Hotel Security A' written on it (will provide information about the number of guards, equipment, which areas they oversee, 'black list' of people they should look out for, history of situations where they had to intervene, etc.) \n The second one is named 'Hotel Security B' (security cameras, camera logs, blueprints and other security-related electronics) \n The third door is labeled 'Guest Information' (guest name, year of birth, bank number, room number, how long they will stay, etc.) \n A fourth and final door is simply named 'Exit'. \n "
},
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"author": "Ulzgoroth",
"message": "Uemura sets the icebreaker loose briefly to look for documentation on what systems rely on communication from the server to the hotel. As it darts back up into the main system, he stares at the three doors onward - presumably all secured subsystems.\n\n \"Each of those ought to take some time to get through. What's most important?\" "
},
{
"author": "Alton",
"message": "Musashi moves in and looks at the screen. \"I think the guest registry is the most important. No sense cutting out the security if we don't know where he is, and with those police on the way we might only have time to crack one or two of the doors.\" "
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "\"We need to slow the cops down. Those street punks seem like a good idea. Someone want to go see how much they like cops? If we have time, go for the electronic security after the guest registry. We need those blueprints. Wouldn't be good to get to the floor he's supposedly on and get lost.\""
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " \"I'll go chat with'em, see if we can't work out some kinda arrangement\" \n\nSpinning up out his chair, he quickly walks through the cybercafe to the exit. Pushing it open, he's going to briefly check the weather before wandering over to find the street punks."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Kimaro \n\nReturning from the arcade just in time to see most of the information being displayed on the screen. Even though it doesnt seem to mean much to him he gets the general idea of what is being done. Given how little he understands what is being displayed it interests him even less.\n\n \"I may as well go along with Yoshifumi and do something constructive. All this technology is giving me a headache.\" He quickly moves to follow Yoshifumi to the door and into the street to meet the thugs."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "Apparently the thug problem Ekki spoke of still hasn't been dealt with: five of them are currently loitering around the hotel area.\n\nTheir current occupations include such things as kicking against trash cans, insulting passers-by and playing with cheap firecrackers.\nNone of them look well-dressed. They're clad in torn leather jackets (which haven't lost any of their appeal yet), and generally look dirty and uncouth. They sport funky hairdos, piercings and tattoos, and some of them appear to be high, drunk or both. Dangling from their belts you can see a variety of switchblades. One of them seems to have a gun in his pants.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Urban survival roll: \n- Yoshifumi : Recognizes these thugs as Yakuza members - more specially those of the Dark Moon Triad, which operates from the docks. You don't know what they are doing out here in the Ikebukuro district, but you get the feeling than the DMT is here to get a foothold on the illegal arms market of this district. They share a blood feud with the Yamato gang. People who want to offer them a deal must show them the complex 'truce' hand signal, which one performs by putting his thumb and index finger sideways and stretching all other fingers.\n\n- Kimaro : Recognizes these thugs as members of the Blue Dragon Circle, a small-sized local gang which works for the Shinobizawa corporation from time to time. They're at war with the Red Dragon Circle, an equally small faction whose members once belonged to the BDC, but left after an internal dispute.\nThey often deal in drugs and have no special 'code' when dealing with non-gang members.\n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Yoshimufi is gonna contort is fingers into the DMT truce signal, while at the same time brushing his hood off of his head to reveal his equally punkish looks.\n\n \"Hey guys, you gotta second to talk some business? Me and the big ugly got some things to do and we're wonderin if you want in on a piece of the action.\" "
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "\"Uemura. You got any way to put a guest into the registry? I got an idea.\""
},
{
"author": "Ulzgoroth",
"message": "Uemura winces as his backup blinks out. Too late to say anything, though. His cyberspace avatar ripples in a manner suggesting a nod, then dives into the third door and the ice behind it."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Yoshifumi & Kimaro (near the hotel): \n\nThe thugs eye you warily as you approach. The one with the gun, a buff guy - clearly the leader - takes a few steps forward, looks Yoshifumi and Kimaro over and snorts. The snort turns into a facial expression of apparent disgust when he sees the pirate's hand signal.\n\nWith an incredulous look in his eye he begins yelling at you, mostly suggesting that your mother has a certain occupation common in Bangkok and that your father's genes have come straight out of the dump. Needless to say, he's not happy.\n\nHis fellow goons draw near in a threatening manner. They don't seem to have any violent intent (yet) but they definitely want you to beat it.\n\n *** \n Uemara, Viktor & Musashi (in cyberspace): \n\nUemara attempts to go through the door marked 'Guest Information' but fails - it's as if he's walking into an invisible wall. He concentrates before trying again, but is met with the same result. His next try, although more risky than the previous two, fortunately succeeds. Belying the difficulty he came across in his previous attempts, Uemara walks with surprising ease through the door. Viktor and Musashi follow. The virtual door remains closed, but has changed from a dark red to a lime green color, indicating that it's 'open' now.\n\n\nWhen you access the guest database you see that all listed guests also have a picture in their record. You quickly look for someone matching Takaro's description, but find no one. This means he has used some sort of disguise, has submitted a fake picture, or has had it changed afterwards to that of someone else.\n\nAlthough there are over 600 guests in the hotel, you can quickly narrow\nthe list down to around 30, based on age, nationality, duration of their stay, people they're with (such as a family), and additional notes made by the staff.\n\nFrom there on out it's a bit more difficult, until it finally hits you. He has indeed used a fake name, but one that's also an anagram of his name. A lazy, perhaps cocky slip-up that will cost him dearly.\n\n{table] Name | Room # | Year of Birth | Bank # | Will stay until | Paid in advance | Notes \nTokara Tiao | 505 | 1992 | 569803 | 25/09/2030 | Yes | Apparently a famous rockstar in the west. Treat him with the utmost respect!! - Machiko\nChikao Godo | 505 | 2009 | 268579 | 25/09/2030 | Yes | Bodyguard\nUkon Hishida | 505 | 1998 | 564198 | 25/09/2030 | No | Bodyguard\nAkihiro Ise | 505 | 2002 | 886172 | 25/09/2030 | Yes | Representative of record company 'Top Music 3000'\nDaisuke Kitamura | 505 | 1986 | 568891 | 25/09/2030 | No | Financial advisor[/table]\n\nYou also find the following information:\n \n Room 256 seems to have a leak. A repairman will be sent tomorrow morning. \n A survey shows that senior guests only have a 6% approval rating of the new yoghurt in the restaurant. \n Rooms 26, 89, 166, 289, 312, 314, 478, 490 and 504 are currently unoccupied. \n The guests in room 56 often complain about the loud music coming from room 57. \n Another survey shows that the new yoghurt in the restaurant contains 80% more milk than the previous yoghurt, and is manufactured by the up-and-coming 'Yutaka Industries' \n Rooms 316 and 389 are currently occupied by criminals, but the hotel management doesn't want to slight either of them by asking them to leave. \n Room 502's window is currently broken. A repairman will be sent tomorrow morning. \n Room 147 is currently occupied by Gouki Kojima, a well-known politician. \n \nYou can freely add, delete or change records at this point."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Kimaro smiles. This is what he is used to. This is what he loves.\n\nLooking the wannabe thugs up and down Kimaro takes his left hand out of his pocket to straighten his hair slicking it back with his hand. Not bothering to try and conceal the shotgun hanging loosely inside his jacket. After he's sure they have seen it he replaces his hand in his pocket and calmly says.\n\n \"We just wanted to talk but if you want some action we have that too. Personally we thought you would want to know whats about to go down. If you don't want to know then we can talk and if you want to start trouble then im your guy.\" \n\nKimaro will take a somewhat non-threatening stance and see what happens next. If they want to talk he'll talk if they want trouble he's got it in spades."
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "\"Uemura. Room 504 appears empty. Fix that. Put two people in that one, you and Yoshifumi. The rest of us should go into 490, which should keep us close enough, but far enough away not to arouse suspicion. Change all of their records to having not paid, if you can. Set me down as a relative of someone famous, the others, except you and Yoshifumi, as my advisers. And of course, it's all paid in advance.\""
},
{
"author": "Ulzgoroth",
"message": " \"Who do you want to be? I don't know famous Russians. And, ah, they may want ID at check-in.\" Uemura surreptitiously starts storing as much of the customer list as he can (without diverting his attention) to the smart card...it might be good for something later. \"Maybe we could start something with 316 and 389. I don't think they'll like the police showing up. If they keep the investigation to the kitchen we might be able to avoid them.\" "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Yoshifumi & Kimaro: \n\nThe thug leader looks at Kimaro's shotgun and snorts again.\n \"Hmpf. Fancy yourself a tough guy, hm? Fine.\" Despite his demeanour, you can pick up the slightest hint of hesitation in his voice. He motions to his goons to back down for a moment.\n \"What do you got? Information? Some sort of deal?\" "
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Kimaro \n\nWith a wry grin/smirk on his face he stares the leader down and replies. \"Both actually. I thought you might want to know that i have heard rumors of your rivals trying to move in on your turf. They are making their move as we speak and have called the cops to come and deal with you so they can move in while you are distracted. I'm not sure of their exact tactics but you will see shortly whether they cops on their payroll arive or not.\" Satisfied with himself Kimaro looks at them letting everything he has said sink in. \"I just thought this information might be worth something to you or your leaders... you can pay me what you thinks it's worth or i can go see them and see what they will be willing to do for my information. I think that it's worth at least 20,000 yen if it keeps you alive, out of jail, and your territory intact.\" "
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "\"Your call, kid. Do what you think is best. Just do it quickly. If you need someone to make me related to, make it Makarov. A distant relation. But hurry. If you have time and want to risk it, you can run at the security for the blueprints after you finish.\""
},
{
"author": "Ulzgoroth",
"message": "Uemura begins entering the data, using the real names of the group and the bank codes from the room 505 inhabitants. Viktor is noted as a cousin of Makarov. Kimaro becomes a bodyguard, and Miyamoto his PR handler. He puts himself and Yoshifumi down as engineering specialists from Transdyne Cybersystems. All, of course, are payed in advance. \"Dates of birth! The less points of mismatch we have, the better the chance they won't catch something wrong at check-in.\" "
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "\"Leave mine blank. My ID doesn't have one, anyways. Did anyone catch those for the other two? I don't remember if they said it or not. When we get in there, we'll have you do the talking, Uemura. I'll speak in a broken accent, if at all. You think it'd be more believable if we had a driver, or do you think they would notice?\""
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Yoshifumi & Kimaro: \n\nThe thug leader shakes his head and smiles condescendingly. It's clear that he either doesn't believe a word Kimaro is saying, or simply doesn't care about it. Just as he is about to say something though, the faint sound of police sirens can be heard in the distance, growing louder and louder with every passing second. He looks again at Kimaro, and this time his eyes are filled with concern rather than malice.\n\nHastily, he adresses Kimaro.\n \"I don't know just what to think of you, man, but if those cops are really coming for us, we owe you one.\" \n\nHe reaches into his pockets and quickly hands you a few bank notes and some coins. \"Here. That's all I've got at the moment. But if you've been lying to us, we're coming after you!\" \n\nWith that, he walks away, soon breaking off into a run. Judging from how fearful they were of the police, Yoshifumi and Kimaro can tell these were lowly thugs indeed. As Kimaro looks at how much their leader has given him (10,600 yen), he sees a familiar figure approach: Shiiji.\nThe young kid and die-hard gamer has returned from his little scouting mission to the hotel. Despite the look of disappointment in his eyes, he once again greets you with what must be the worst gangsta-style salute ever.\n\n \"Yo! I asked them about your uncle Takaro, but they say he's not there. They say there's not even a Takaro in the hotel!\" \n\nWhen he's done, he gives Yoshifumi a strange look.\n \"Who's the nerd?\" \n Uemara, Viktor & Musashi: \n\nAfter setting the status of the 505 occupants to 'not paid', it takes Uemara but a few moments to enter the following records:\n\n{table] Name | Room # | Year of Birth | Bank # | Will stay until | Paid in advance | Notes \nUemara | 504 | 2011 | 569803 | 30/09/2030 | Yes | Engineering specialist from Transdyne Cybersystems\nYoshifumi | 504 | 2008| 268579 | 30/09/2030 | Yes | Engineering specialist from Transdyne Cybersystems\nViktor | 490 | 2000 | 564198 | 5/10/2030 | Yes | Cousin of Girilinky Makarov\nKimaro | 490| 2005 | 886172 | 5/10/2030 | Yes | Bodyguard\nMiyamoto Musashi | 490 | 2002 | 568891 | 5/10/2030 | Yes | PR Handler[/table]\n\nAs soon as Uemara is done, a single thought is all that's needed to transport the Uemara, Viktor & Musashi back to the main directory: the room leading to the three subsystems.\nUemara quickly dashes towards the 'hotel security B' door and while his first few attempts to force himself a way in are unsucessful, he suddenly witnesses something strange: it's almost as if a strange force is slowly pulling him and his companions towards the 'hotel security B' door. Stranger still - for some reason it looks like they can't even do something about it. Whoever is reponsible for this virtual shanghai though, he is here to help, and within moments the three street samurai find themselves exactly where they wanted to be: the heart of the Century's electronic surveillance.\n\nA strange red light flashes on and off inside what seems to be a nondescript room with nothing but wall-sized monitors. Clearly, something is wrong. You get the feeling that you're being watched, and Uemara knows that his previous attempts at gaining access must have attracted someone's attention...\n\nThe walls display just about everything - from access logs to camera feeds to various other data. Uemara seems to have lost control of the system, which, in turn, doesn't even seem to recognize the presence of any users anymore, whether illegitimate or not. Save for your mysterious benefactor that is, who is busy running multiple computer routines. Images flash by with every complex command he enters, until finally, all the monitors display the same screen.\n\nLoading Blueprints...\nLoading Century Hotel - top view -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - front view -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - side view -- Completed\n\n \n Spoiler \n \n\n1. Roof entrance\n2. Fire escape\n3. Main entrance\n4. Storage depot, kitchen, security station, safety deposit box (also sewer entrance)\n5. Underground parking lot\n6. Sewers\n \n\nLoading Century Hotel - back view -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - ground floor -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - parking lot -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - staff section -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #1 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #2 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #3 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #4 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #5 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #6 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #7 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #8 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #9 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #10 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #11 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #12 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #13 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #14 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #15 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #16 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #17 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #18 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #19 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #20 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #21 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #22 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #23 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #24 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #25 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #26 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #27 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #28 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #29 -- Failed\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #30 -- Failed\n\nRemotely updating access protocols.\n\nLoading Century Hotel - floor #30 -- Completed\n\nDisplaying live camera feed - Completed\nMerging visual markings - Completed\n\n \n Spoiler \n \n Enemy \n Civilian \n Hotel staff \n [red star] security camera\n[blue ellips] small luxurious indoor pond \n \n\n- Displaying live camera feed. Camera #1: Parking Lot\n\nYou see a multitude of cars here. A few people are walking towards what seems to be an elevator in the distance. A lone guard is patrolling the area. He seems to be unarmed.\n\n- Displaying live camera feed. Camera #2: Parking Lot\n\nSame area, different angle. You learn nothing new, and soon the screen turns completely black for some reason.\n\n- Displaying live camera feed. Camera #3: Main Entrance\n\nAccess denied.\n\n- Displaying live camera feed. Camera #4: Main hall\n\nYou see the receptionist's desk. An elderly couple is currently waiting (clearly losing their patience) on someone. Sofas, small tables and plants decorate the area and give it a fresh, appealing look. What few staff members you can see are looking rather nervous, though it's unclear why. You can see stairs leading both up and down, as well as an elevator.\n\n- Displaying live camera feed. Camera #5: Main hall\n\nAccess denied.\n\n- Displaying live camera feed. Camera #6: Security office\n\nShows an office with numerous monitors, several file cabinets and a weapon rack with several nonlethal weapons (stun batons and the like).\nTwo guards are standing around looking worriedly at the monitors while a third person, looking very much like a computer expert, is busy typing something.\n\n- Displaying live camera feed. Camera #7: Top floor:\n\nThe first thing that draws your attention are the two men standing guard in front of one of the doors. Both are wearing a black suit and sunglasses. The first one can only be described as 'large'. He occassionally plays a bit with what seems to be an earpiece.\nHis companion is much smaller and actually quite tall. He is leaning casually against the wall and appears to be armed with an electro-nightstick.\n\n- Displaying live camera feed. Camera #8: Top floor:\n\nAccess denied.\n\n\nAs the last image flashes before your eyes, time and space suddenly (and unexpectedly) begins to flow backwards. Or so it appears.\nYou're transported back through the door, through the cyberspace hotel building into what seems like nothingness. Then... everything returns back to its normal state again.\nThe hallucination has stopped and you find yourselves back at the internet cafe.\n\nUemara's computer has been remotely shut down. You see the internet cafe owner raising his eyebrow as he is watching his own computer screen. It takes him exactly 2 seconds before he stands up and heads straight to you three, looking pretty mad.\n\n \"Have you idiots been hacking some corporation or other from my network?! Get the hell out of here! I've got enough problems already! And give me my 350 yen, you punks!\" \n\nYou can clearly hear police sirens outside."
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"author": "Ulzgoroth",
"message": "Uemura stares at his suddenly shut down deck in disbelief for a moment. Then he turns on the cafe owner, covering bewildered fear with mostly real anger.\n\n \"You provide very good private access, eh? And such good security! Somebody grabbed a hold of 'your' network and took us for a ride. Maybe you should spend more time keeping control of your system than watching your customers.\" He flourishes his finance card at the proprietor. \"That should cover it. Go back to watching your other customers.\" \n\nHe packs away his deck with nervous haste and abandons the scene as fast as possible."
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"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Muttering to himself, Yoshi is gonna grab Kimaro's arm and whisper at his ear.\n \n\"Lets book it man, those cops may be comin for us, and if the team is stupid enough to get hit by some Ice, we're fried.\" \n\nYoshi is then gonna saunter back towards the Cafe, keeping his eyes and ears out for any of the other team members."
},
{
"author": "Alton",
"message": "Musashi quickly falls into his role as PR agent, and quickly pulls the manager aside. \"We are terribly sorry about this misunderstanding. I trust you'll find that card has a little bit extra on it, consider it yours in compensation for the scene we've caused. Good day to you sir.\" \n\nTurning quickly, he takes Viktor by the elbow, and mutters a few select phases in Russian. It doesn't mean anything in particular, but Musashi is fairly certain that the manager can't speak Russian, and that this will help with the cover of a famous Russian and his assistants. He tries to lead Viktor out of the cafe after the Uemura."
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "Viktor follows, but not before looking at the man and saying \"Thank you for service. I am sorry for aney trouble that happened. You are very kind man.\""
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "Paying the internet cafe owner doesn't seem to relieve his mood, but it does get him off your backs. He gives you all a cold glare and then gets back to work.\nTo say you've overstayed your welcome would be quite the understatement."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Kimaro \n\nTaking the rough wad of scattered bills and coins from the 'gang leader' more like school yard bullies Kimaro thinks to himself... He tucks the wad of cash away into his jacket pocket and then takes time to greet the teenager. \"Hmmmm he wasn't there eh? Well thanks anyways, you should probably get back to the cafe and i'll check in with him later. For now i should probably see what everyone else is up to. Oh and he's not a nerd he just likes dressing like one.\" With a smile and a nod back at Yoshi to let him know he has heard his concerns and not to take the slight personally. Kimaro begins to walk back towards the cafe. It's time to get out of here and salvage what little they can of the mission.\n\n Time to stop all this dancing around and try a more direct approach i think... "
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "Meeting up with Kimaro and Yoshifumi a safe distance from the hotel, Viktor outlines the plans for them, briefing them on what happened. \"We got reservations. Yoshi, you're with Uemura. Let him do the talking. Kimaro, you're my bodyguard, Musashi's the PR man, let him do the talking. Don't worry, you'll get your time when the action comes. Just roll with it for now, we'll see what happens.\""
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Kimaro \n\nSmiling to himself as much as to Victor standing in front of him interlocks his fingers and streches them out infront of himself, waiting for the satisfying popping and crunching as his knuckles crack he asks. \"Are we going in hot or cold? Is someone going to take out security measures or do we just take care of that afterwards?\" After asking his questions Kimaro pats himself as though looking for something he had misplaced. Upon locating his flask he removes the stopper and takes a long generous pull from it before quickly offering to the others gatherd around. Without really waiting for them to take him up on his offer he quickly takes one more swig, replaces the stopper, and puts it away in a different pocket on his jacket."
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "\"We got a way in. Uemura got us all in as guests, but he got ICE'd. Him and Yoshi will be taking the room next to the target, since they look like less of a threat. We'll figure some way up to them when we get in. I'm just hoping we can get past security.\""
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "Viktor, Kimaro and Musashi reach the hotel without any further problems. Yoshifumi and Uemara are close behind, but leave enough distance between the two groups to suggest they don't know each other.\n\nOnly now - when you stand right in front of the building- do you notice just how large the hotel actually is. Overpopulation has always been a problem in Tokyo, and despite the technological revolution of the last fifty years, no magical solution has sprung up yet. As the years went by, buildings (apartments and hotels in particular) just grew higher and higher. The Century hotel, despite being tailored for those who want to get 'the feel of the Millenium', is no exception.\n\nAs you walk underneath the decorative 21th-century style archway, you begin to understand why Takaro has chosen this hotel. No cold, modern, business-like architecture, but rather old-fashioned, alluring decadence. Of course, in a world of flying cars, cloning and cyberspace, such words quickly lose all meaning - all things are relative. But whatever business Takaro is involved with, it has to be pretty lucrative.\n\nThe main lobby is large and wide. Save for a charming fountain in the middle of the room, it's basically just wide open space. The sides of the room are a different matter - comfortable sofas and lively plants (most of which you immediately recognize as fakes) make for small and cozy corners. You can see several people sitting there, talking to each other.\nSlightly up ahead you can see a large staircase leading up, and a smaller one leading down. Not far from there you can see the elevator as well. A guard is patrolling nearby, but doesn't seem to be paying much attention to his surroundings - a common trait in hotel security guards, since they don't usually exactly expect trouble.\n\nThe receptionist's desk is directly to your right as you enter the main lobby. As you get closer, a cute woman with brown hair approaches you. She is sweating a bit and looks nervous, but gives you a warm smile nonetheless. In a tone that makes you suspect she does this hundreds of times a day, she drones off a casual greeting.\n \"Good evening gentlemen, and welcome to the Century Hotel. How can I help you?\" \n\nMeanwhile, another receptionist motions over to Yoshifumi and Uemara and gives them a similar welcome."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Kimaro \n\nKimaro will wait until the room has been assigned and then he will check the room to make sure it is secure after which he will go to the hotel boutique and see what he can find to disguise their faces and failing that he'll head to the bar to get a few drinks in and refill his flask."
},
{
"author": "Ulzgoroth",
"message": "Uemura smiles back at the receptionist. \"We need to check in to our reserved room, please.\" "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "The receptionist takes Uemara's ID card and scans it, a slight look of boredom on her face. After a few seconds she simply hands it back to him, along with the key to room 504. Her demeanor doesn't suggest any hint of surprise or mistrust whatsoever.\n\n \"All right. Everything seems to be in order, Mr. Uemara. Enjoy your stay.\" \n\nThe receptionist dealing with Viktor, Musashi and Kimaro apparently falls for the party's scheme as well, and within moments, the three of them receive their room key too.\n\n\nKimaro wanders around for a bit but doesn't stray too far from the rest. He finds a hotel boutique where various clothing accessories are sold. Of particular interest are a number of scarves, caps and sunglasses, in various colors and sizes."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Kimaro \n\nLooking over the items of interest in the boutique Kimaro selects a few more fashionable pieces (he has no real fashion sense). Picking them up and making his way over to whomever he can find he quickly pays for the few pieces he thought might offer some effective form of concealment, including a long sleeved dress shirt for himself. Although he hates to cover his arms he can see the necessity on some occassions. Paying with the cash he has on hand he quickly makes his way upstairs and to the room he is sharing with the others.\n\nQuickly by way of the bar of course... which is to say that he should arrive about 30 minutes after the others have arrived having stayed for a few drinks with the other bar patrons."
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "After Viktor enters his room with Musashi, he closes the door and sets his bag down on the bed. Pulling his radio out, he gives Uemura what he believes to be sufficient time to get to his room, and then sends out a call to him.\n\n\"Did you get in all right? How'd his bodyguards treat you?\""
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " Yoshimufi \n\nLeaning in towards Uemura, Yoshi whispers \"So what exactly is the plan, and our cover? I'd hate to blow it without realizing it.\" Nodding to the receptionist, he follows Uemura to there room, trying to spot the security cameras as they go."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " \n Kimaro finds and buys a variety of clothes for him and his companions without too much trouble. He hands a few of them to everyone. Total cost is around 1300 yen. \n Yoshifumi spots two security cameras in the main hall. One overlooks the stairs and the elevator, while the other one is placed fairly high and overlooks the entire hotel lobby. Neither look particularly high-tech to him. When he goes to room 504, he spots two more security cameras, overlooking the hall and one staircase each. \n The bodyguards ignore Uemara and Yoshifumi as they enter room 504. \n The cops arrive without incident. They've begun questioning people that have been acting suspiciously according to the hotel staff. \n \n\nViktor calls Yoshifumi and Uemara about half an hour after the party's arrival at the hotel.\nDespite the thick walls, the latter two can hear some annoyed yelling coming from room 505. It doesn't sound like your target likes the presence of the cops in the hotel.\n\nJust as Yoshifumi finishes his sentence, everything suddenly goes to hell when the unmistakeable stacatto of gunfire can be heard down the hall.\nYou hear a scream, and the hotel pretty much erupts into total chaos."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Kimaro tries to discern whether the gunfire is coming from the floor he's on, above, or below. Reguardless he will head into the hallway to investigate pulling the scarf up to cover his face like a bandits mask, the brim of one of the hats he found down to cover his hair, and lastly flicking up the collar of his jacket to add to the effect.\n\nIf he sees anyone who is armed he will radio for backup. Otherwise he's heading straight for the room of their target assuming the gunplay is nearby not bothering to conceal his shotgun he runs with it loaded and in both hands."
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"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": " Viktor \n\nGrabbing his vest, Viktor puts it on and pulls out one of his LAWs, hoping he won't have to use it. He tosses on whatever Kimaro gave him to cover his face, and rushes out the door. If there's no hostiles here, he's going to run to the stairs, and then sneak up them and check the hallway to see if it's clear. If there are hostiles in the 4th floor hallway, he's going to shoulder his LAW and point it at them, and tell them not to move. If they fire at him, he's going to fire back. If the come towards him, he's going to attack them in close combat. And if they don't move and toss their weapon to him when asked, he's going to pick up their weapon, and then go up the stairs."
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{
"author": "Ulzgoroth",
"message": "Uemura latches onto a panicky sort of calm...don't trip the accelerator too soon... He grabs out his pistol and, unless something happens too soon, covers the door with it.\n\n \"We're fine, bodyguards didn't twitch, what is this!\" Aside to Yoshimufi, he mutters \"Doesn't matter now, does it?\" \n \"We've got to move. If someone else gets that computer, Five will peel us...\" "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Pulling out his Autopistol, and tossing it onto one of the beds Yoshi is going to dig through the room, hunting for a network jack.\n\n \"With all this chaos, maybe we can get a hold of there Security Cams and find out what going on out there. I ain't stickin my neck out that door until I have an idea about what's happening.\" "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "Kimaro, Viktor and Musashi quickly don their impromptu disguises and head out the door. The russian mercenary lags a bit behind the rest, having spent some time putting on his kevlar jacket.\nAs they enter the hall, they see little more than a few curious innocents who immediately (and fearfully) head back to the safety of their rooms at the sight of three armed gunmen. More gunshots can be heard as Kimaro, Viktor and Musashi head upstairs, following the direction of the noise.\n\nWhen they reach the staircase, they're surprised to see one of the Takoro's bodyguards stand at the top of the stairs. What with all the chaos, it doesn't look like he has spotted the three street samurai yet though. In fact, it looks like he's taking cover from someone else. Armed with his electro-nightstick - by all means a pretty mean weapon in the hands of a skilled combatant - he carefully peeks around the corner, only to prompty duck behind cover again as a throwing knife misses his head by mere inches.\n\n\nMeanwhile, inside room 506, Uemara keeps the door covered while Yoshifumi finds a network jack and plugs in his computer. It seems to take an excruciatingly long time for the system to start up.\n\n\n \n\nLime green: Musashi\nBlack: Viktor\nOrange: Kimaro\nGrey: Uemara\nPurple: Yoshifumi"
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "Viktor sets down his LAW as he watches the man in front of him, and carefully sneaks up behind the man, moving to take the man out from behind before he is noticed."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Kimaro waits and watches shotgun trained on the man as Viktor aproaches, just in case things go wrong. Keeping an eye on the door as much as the bodyguard Kimaro gets ready to rush the doorway at the earliest oportunity."
},
{
"author": "Alton",
"message": "Assuming he brought it, Musashi will grip his katana with his left hand, preparing to draw it, while he trains his autopistol on the door well behind them in case police show up from the lower levels."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " \"We got friendlies comin in from the north staircase, seems there is a shoot-out going on outside our door. Got a nice shot from the security cameras, if you want to take a look.\" Stepping past Uemara, Yoshifumu is going to press his ear against the door and concentrate, attempting to figure out how many people are in the hallway."
},
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"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "[OOC: Might just as well update now, since I don't think Yoshifumi will immediately influence the staircase part. Because both groups have a radio, I'm just going to assume that Uemara and Yoshifumi will, at the very least, have some notion about what's going on outside.]\n\n *** \nViktor creeps closer to his target, quiet as a guttermouse. Too focused on watching whatever is around the corner, the lanky bodyguard doesn't notice the large Russian until it's almost too late. He turns around just to see Viktor's fist heading his way.\nInstinctively, the bodyguard hugs the wall and his attacker's punch pierces the air. In response, he brings up his nightstick and swings it fluidly, almost gracefully towards Viktor.\nThe mercenary feels a powerful electric shock go through his body as the unusual weapon hits him in the side, but shrugs it off easily thanks to his retrogenics. He knows that his body can't take too much of that punishment though.\nWith a quick step to the right, he gives Musashi and Kimaro a clear shot at their target, who raise and fire their guns in perfect unison.\n\nKimaro's shotgun blast goes wide, and is immediately followed by another scream down the hall. Musashi's two quick bursts however, completely blow the bodyguard away. The latter staggers forward for a moment and then falls over, his chest riddled with bullets. As his body rolls down the stairs, you can see minor traces of life still inside him, but it's clear that he's no longer a threat to you, and unless he gets medical care real soon, he's dead.\n\n\nViktor regains his breath again and stands up. Along with Musashi and Kimaro, he takes a peek around the corner...\n\n \n\nWhat he sees is a strange scene: a member of the hotel staff is currently under attack by the other bodyguard, who is shooting at him with an autopistol. A metallic trolley he must have been pushing forward is currently serving as impromptu cover against the gunfire. Still, you think there's something odd about the hotel employee's behaviour.\n\nOther than some surprised hotel guests who are shocked to witness a battle in the hotel, you can see the staff elevator doors opening down the far end of the hall. Out steps a cop who is apparently as surprised as the other innocents on the floor.\n\nFor a moment, there's a pause in the battle as the bodyguard turns to face this new threat, but unexpectedly, the hotel employee beats him to the punch. With the swiftness and agility that can only belong to a professional assassin, the would-be staff member picks up a large steak knife in each hand from the trolley, and sends one flying to the bodyguard and the cop each.\n\nThe bodyguard quickly ducks to the side, and the knife aimed at him embeds itself into the wall.\nThe cop has less luck however. Despite the distance, it hits him square in the shoulder. He screams out in pain and immediately draws his gun...\n\n\n *** Status: \nViktor - wounded\nKimaro - healthy\nMusashi - healthy\nBodyguard 1 - dying\nBodyguard 2 - [precise status unknown]\nAssassin (pink) - [precise status unknown]\nCop (blue) - [precise status unknown]"
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"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Kimaro takes a moment to reload his shotgun and asks the hackers back in the hotel room if they can do anything to disable the elavator to limit guests to the stairways. After that he is going to rush headlong towards the assasin firing off shotgun rounds and ending up drawing his claws as he closes the distance. If the assasin is down he will switch to targeting the bodyguard. Otherwise he'll engage the assasin in melee and try to use him as a shield against other attacks while disembowling him."
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{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "Viktor grimaces as the pain passes, suprised that the bodyguard heard him and got the drop on him. \"I must be getting old,\" he thought. He ignored this, though, as he saw Kimaro rush the scene. As good a lead as any, Viktor follows Kimaro out, breaking slightly, and late, heading toward the bodyguard as Kimaro takes on the assassin. (If Kimaro kills the assassin, he'll just follow him to the bodyguard.)"
},
{
"author": "Alton",
"message": "Musashi runs after the other two, taking in the hallway and noticing the perceived routes of his allies. He fires at the police officer down the hall, and moves to the room. If the body guard is still alive when he gets there, he will engage with his katana. If the bodyguard is dead, he'll try and bring down the door, most likely trying to hack the door open."
},
{
"author": "Ulzgoroth",
"message": "When Kimaro and Miyamoto begin shooting, Uemura triggers his metabolic augmentation. Suddenly floating through a slow-motion world, he jogs over to the computer and slips on the headset for a quick look at the camera imagery."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " \"Targets next door, right?\" Grabbing his autopistol, Yoshi is going to put a bullet into the wall between their room, and the targets."
},
{
"author": "Ulzgoroth",
"message": " \"Yes...can you aim through the wall? Anyone in that room isn't on our side.\" "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "The cop tells everyone to freeze, but in the chaos of the battle, no one seems to listen. The few innocents that have been watching the scene hastily flee, trying to avoid being caught in the crossfire.\nEven though you know he must have heard the gunfight at the staircase, the assassin still seems surprised to see the arrival of Viktor, Kimaro and Musashi. With apparent ambidexterity, he takes a few more knives from the trolley and simultaneously throws one at Kimaro and the cop, in one, elegant move. The hitman then breaks off into a run towards the other staircase.\n\nKimaro is hit square in the chest and as a result, his shotgun blast hits the wall. Clutching the knife in his hands, he goes down like a sack of potatoes, but doesn't lose consciousness yet.\nThe cop is hit in his leg and screams some expletives in response. Clearly this situation won't be resolved peacefully...\n\nAcross the hall, Viktor storms the other bodyguard and delivers a quick snap kick to the gunman's wrist. The stinging pain forces his opponent to drop his gun and soon, both of them are engaged in heavy fisticuffs.\n\nThe cop levels his autopistol at the bodyguard and taps the trigger twice. Just as Viktor is about to strike again, his adversary's back seems to get turned into Swiss cheese. The bodyguard falls over, his clean shirt a bloody mess. The cop catches a bullet in the gut himself, courtesy of Musashi, from the far end of the hall. He slumps down next to the elevator, while shouting a few more choice words.\n\n\nUemara takes a quick look at the cameras and finds out in no time what exactly is going on in the hallway. As he looks through the other cameras, he sees that the police in the lobby are acting confused. He spots a group of four cops head towards the elevator, while an undeterminable amount of them go up the stairs.\n\nYoshifumi takes a quick look at the computer screen before picking up his gun. He inspects the solid wall closely, takes a few steps back and then fires off a few shots. As the bullets tear harmlessly into the concrete, he realizes that to play Counterstrike (with a wallhack on, no less), he'd have to be at the arcade hall across the street.\n\n\nAll of you can clearly hear hasty orders being shouted inside room 505. The residents might be planning something...\n\n Map: \n \n\n(green cross: temporarily disabled)\n\n***\n Status: \nViktor - wounded\nKimaro - wounded [disabled for two turns]\nMusashi - healthy\nBodyguard 1 - dying\nBodyguard 2 - dying\nAssassin (pink) - healthy, fleeing\nCop (blue) - wounded [disabled for two turns]"
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"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "Ignoring the assassin, Viktor goes to kick down the door to room 505, while radioing those inside room 506 to come out, quickly but carefully. He's going to kick down the door, then duck to the side, and if necessary, grab the cart and throw it in the room."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n seeing as i have meditek training is there anything i can do to stem the bloodflow and stabalize myself?\n \n\n\n\nKimaro bleeds quitely... Looking for his flask to make sure it has less holes in it than he has in himself..."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "OOC: I don't suppose there a chance one of those bullets managed to penetrate the wall leaving a hole I could see through? 😉\n \n\"Well, it looks clearer out there, shall we?\" \n\nStepping over to the door, Yoshi cautiously opens it and looks out into the hallway, ready to look like an innocent bystander if anyones looking."
},
{
"author": "Ulzgoroth",
"message": "There's times for careful, and there's times for being the fastest thing around. As soon as the way is clear, Uemura dashes into the hall and shoots at the assassin."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "Uemara leaves room 506 just in time to see the 'staff member' running by. In a hurry he takes aim... only to be beaten to the punch by Musashi. With two loud bursts from the samurai's autopistol, the hitman goes down in a hail of gunfire. Bullets tear deeply into his back, neck and head. You don't doubt, not even for a second, that he's completely and utterly dead.\n\nKimaro stands up, takes a deep breath, and then pulls out the knife from his chest. Blood starts flowing out and frantically he starts looking for makeshift tools to apply some impromptu first aid. Walking over to the dead bodyguard, he rips a piece of cloth from the corpse's shirt and binds it across his chest. Despite the shoddy quality of this improvised bandage, Kimaro somehow manages to stop the blood flow. For now.\n\nViktor kicks down the door and immediately ducks to the side. Bullets fly right past him. With apparent ease, the buff mercenary picks up the cart and throws it inside the room. A few gunshots can be heard in response, and Viktor makes use of the temporary confusion to take a quick peek around the corner...\n\n \n\nAt the far end of the hall, the cop lets out a groan and slowly stands up.\nWhen he spots the four gunmen outside room 505, his eyes widen and he limps away as fast as he can.\n\n *** \n Status: \nViktor - wounded\nKimaro - wounded\nMusashi - healthy\nUemara - healthy\nYoshifumi - healthy\nBodyguard 1 - dying\nBodyguard 2 - dying\nAssassin - dead\nCop - wounded, fleeing"
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Kimaro half leans half trails a bloody smear on the wall he is using for support as he joins the others near the doorway. \"We better make this quick. I'm not sure how much more blood i can lose or how fast the cop is going to bring reinforcements. Let's get this done and over with.\" With that he slips inside the doorway looking for a target and ready to drop to the floor firing once he spots any resistance.\n\n I don't really have a death wish, but all this running and hiding has me glad i can finally sink my teeth into something substantial. Even if it kills me... which it just might... Kimaro thinks as he throws himself through the doorway his finger itching on the trigger of his shotgun."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " \"Uh... why don't you all go first, and I'll go make sure backup takes a while to arrive. Uemura, you mind if I use your ICEbreakers for a moment?\" \n\nRegardless of what he gets for an answer, Yoshi darts back into their hotel room and attempts to get access to the elevator systems to shut them down."
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "Watching Kimaro run in, Viktor waits a few seconds then follows him into the room. If it's unoccupied, he's going to hide in the little alcove on the south, and if it's full, he's going to make for the bathroom."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "Knowing full well that time is off the essence, Uemara quickly heads back to room 506. Yoshi's computer is still on, and - unlike the one in the cybercafé - hasn't been ICE'd yet. Uemara works his way towards what looks like the hotel's maintenance control system and successfully breaks in on his first attempt. From there on out, accessing the elevator controls is a piece of cake. He comes across a simple menu that seems to control both the main and the staff elevator in the hotel. A big warning label is juxtaposed next to this menu, strongly advising against unauthorized use.\n\nUemara can do the following with either (or both) of the elevators:\n \n Stop elevator: stops elevator instantly. \n Stop elevator (slowly): slows down elevator and then stops the elevator. \n Send elevator to floor #: ... \n Increase winch speed: makes the elevator go up or down faster \n Decrease winch speed: makes the elevator go up or down slower \n Block elevator doors on floor #: ... \n Turn off elevator lights \n Shut down electricity to elevator \n Exit \n \n\nMeanwhile, the remaining four street samurai have entered room 505. Kimaro rushes inside, ready to point his shotgun at the slightest of sounds. Viktor is close behind and quickly checks the alcove to his right. Musashi joins Kimaro somewhere in the middle of the room, trying to pick up any noises that might lead to their targets' locations. Yoshifumi, at last, takes a few steps forward, but remains standing close to the doorway so that he can keep an eye on the hall, but still provide adequate backup to his companions if necessary.\n\nFor a few moments, the four gunmen stand in silence, with only Viktor moving about. Just as he enters the bathroom however, he suddenly finds himself standing face to face with one of Takaro's bodyguards. The man levels his autopistol at Viktor, a mocking grin on his otherwise expressionless face. Viktor is faster however. The large mercenary grabs the man's shooting arm and twists it in a painful manner, forcing him to drop his gun. Viktor follows his quick karate move through with an elbow to the face. The bodyguard stumbles backwards for a movement, but then raises his hands in a defensive position.\n\nWith the bathroom turning into the place to be for spontaneous barroom brawls, the kitchen door suddenly swings open, and out comes an older bodyguard wielding a katana. With a deafening cry he charges Musashi, his sword held high. He brings down the blade in a strange arc, and hits his target in the side. Even though Musashi's kevlar vest lessens the impact of the blow, a serious wound is still caused, and he drops to the ground, spitting up blood.\n\nKimaro reacts almost instantly. From point blank range, he blasts the samurai bodyguard in the gut. The latter goes flying backwards against the wall and slumps down, out of the fight.\nJust as Kimaro pulls the trigger, the man himself - Takaro Iato - jumps up from behind one of the couches to his left. He looks just like the hologram you saw earlier today. Thin, frail and completely untrustworthy.\nUsing an antique revolver, he takes a quick potshot at Kimaro, his hand clearly trembling. He misses Kimaro's heart by mere inches.\nUnsurprisingly, the organ legger goes down and a pool of blood begins to form itself around his body, staining the decorative rug.\n\nYoshifumi reacts in a flash and returns fire at Takaro. By the time he does so however, Takaro has already ducked behind cover again.\n\n *** \n Map: \n \n Status: \nViktor (black): wounded\nKimaro (orange): dying [disabled] \nMusashi (orange): wounded [disabled for 2 turns] \nYoshifumi: healthy\nBodyguard (red - bathroom): disarmed, 1 stun\nBodyguard (red - samurai): wounded [disabled for 2 turns] \nTakaro (red): healthy"
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "Not relenting on the bodyguard, Viktor presses the attack while he has an advantage, pushing the man back into the bathroom."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Yoshi, as one of the few people still standing, is going to stare into the room in shock for a moment before hopping over the two fallen men on his way into the office type room. Once he gets in he is going to spin to a stop and put a bullet into bodyguard thats sprawled in the doorway."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Kimaro bleeds quietly with only the occassional gurgle. Apparently the carpet wants his blood as much as he does."
},
{
"author": "Ulzgoroth",
"message": "Uemura goes for a no subtlety whatsoever approach. He sends all the elevators to the top of their shafts at maximum winch speed. With the lights off. And seals the elevator doors on floors 4, 5, and 6 for good measure. If he's still in control when the cars get to the top he cuts winch speed to 0 and zeroes the power. That ought to slow down any unwanted visitors."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "Only a few seconds after Uemara has messed with the elevator controls, the entire system seems to go haywire and he gets disconnected. It's clear that something bad has happened. When you listen carefully, it's like you can hear a strange 'thud' in the distance...\n\n\nThe fight between Viktor and the bodyguard starts heating up. Punches start flying and either miss, barely hit their target or are deftly blocked. When Viktor sees a gap in the bodyguard's defense, he is quick to deliver a powerful kick right in his opponent's stomach.\nAs a result, the bodyguard flies backwards and slams painfully into the wall. With reckless abandon, he braces himself against further attacks and suddenly pulls off a quick move of his own. He twists Viktor arm to the side, and, within moments, forces the mercenary into a deadly chokehold.\n\nWhile Viktor begins struggling to get free, Yoshifumi darts inside the kitchen, only stopping to finish off the samurai laying near the doorway. With a quick burst, Yoshifumi ventilates his skull, spraying blood all over the wall.\n\nYou can hear some noises coming from around the corner. It's not clear what Takaro is currently doing.\n\n *** \n Map: \n \n Status: \nViktor (black): wounded [currently in a chokehold] \nKimaro (orange): dying [disabled] \nMusashi (orange): wounded [disabled for 1 turn] \nYoshifumi: healthy\nBodyguard (red - bathroom): disarmed, 4 stuns\nBodyguard (red - samurai): dead\nTakaro (red): healthy"
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "As Viktor feels the bodyguard's arm tighten around his throat, he reaches around with his hands, and begins to beat on his assaillant's side. It doesn't take long before Viktor strikes with increasing force, and ultimately, the bodyguard is forced to release his grip.\nA quick haymaker from the mercenary brings his opponent off-balance, but it isn't enough to ward off any further attacks coming his way. The bodyguard attempts to get behind Viktor again for another chokehold, but this time, the tall Russian isn't having any of it: he swiftly takes a step backwards and roundhouse-kicks the bodyguard right in the face, who falls backwards, hits his head on the side of the bath, and goes down, unconscious.\n\nMeanwhile, just as Yoshifumi reloads his weapon and Musashi gets up, Takaro dashes past and out of the room. It's plain to see that he's holding the computer you came for...\n\n *** \n Status: \nViktor: wounded\nKimaro: dying [disabled] \nMusashi: wounded\nYoshifumi: healthy\nUemara: healthy (currently in room 506)\nBodyguard (bathroom): disarmed, 8 stuns [unconscious for 3 rounds] \nBodyguard (samurai): dead\nTakaro: healthy, fleeing"
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " \"We gotta runner. Uemrara can you keep him from getting to the stairs?\" \n\nJumping back out of the kitchen, stepping across the bodies sprawled on the floor, Yoshi darts out of the hotel room, and quickly scans the hallway, taking a shot at Takaro if he see him."
},
{
"author": "Ulzgoroth",
"message": "Whatever happened with the elevators...well, they sure aren't running now. Uemura sprints out into the hall, with all the speed of his augmented metabolism, and snaps off a shot at the fleeing man. Or if he can't see him, dashes for the far stairs (assuming that he'd notice if someone ran by the door of the room.)"
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "Ignoring the runner, knowing he'd never catch him, Viktor focused on the unconscious bodyguard in front of him. He was out for a little while, so he had time to think.\nHe didn't want to do anything unnecessarily cruel, but this man had tried to kill him. Resigned, he walked over to the man, and proceeded to snap both femurs, then twist around the broken bone until he was sure both arteries had been cut. Viktor didn't have a lot of medical knowledge, but he knew how to kill people. That man would be dead in less than a minute, massive blood loss. Pocketing the dropped autopistol, Viktor went to check on the rest, stopping by Kimaro, checking to see if he was still alive."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "Musashi and Yoshifumi follow Takaro outside and begin to unload their weapons at the fleeing coward. Neither of them hit Takaro.\nUpon hearing Yoshifumi's call to action, Uemara runs out of the room to join them, but clumsily (and hilariously) trips over his own feet. He falls down, face first, but doesn't get hurt.\n\nTakaro runs towards the staircase to the north - the one Viktor, Kimaro and Musashi took to get upstairs - and quickly rounds the corner. Moments later, you hear three gunshots, fired in quick succession.\n\n\nViktor stops to check up on Kimaro and discovers that the organ legger is still alive. He's not long for this world though, unless someone competent (or very lucky) starts treating his wounds."
},
{
"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Kimaro \n \"Wheeeze cough.... Mommy? The lights are so pretty. Can i keep one?\" Kimaro whispers clearly delirious. Then he bleeds some more."
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "Saluting his fallen comrade, Viktor sprints from the room. He'd never been good with injuries, and he knew that the number one concern was the job. He ran out of the room and down the stairs that their target took, stooping to grab his LAW when he passed it."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " \"Stop Thief, he's stealing my computer....\" \n\nTossing his autopistol back into room 506, Yoshi takes off after Takaro"
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "[OOC: since I assume all of you are simply going to give chase, I might just as well update now]\n\nWhen you round the corner, you see the bodies of two police offers laying on the staircase below. Takaro, huffing and panting, is about to run downstairs when he notices his pursuers. He fires off a quick shot at Uemara, Yoshifumi, Viktor and Musashi, but misses completely.\n\nYou can see that the frail man is beginning to panic. He looks around nervously and sees - to his surprise - Viktor's LAW resting against the wall, only a few steps away.\nInstinctively, he drops the computer and reaches for the weapon...\n\n \n *** \n Status: \nViktor: wounded\nKimaro: dying [disabled] \nMusashi: wounded\nYoshifumi: healthy\nUemara: healthy\nTakaro: healthy, fleeing"
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "\"STOP!\" Viktor yells, a worried look passing over his face as Takaro reaches for the LAW. \"You don't know what you're doing! You'll kill everyone! Yourself included!\"\nIf he doesn't listen, Viktor is going to leap down the stairs towards him. If he does listen, Viktor is going to put up his hands in a sign of peace and say \"We don't want to hurt you! We just want the computer. We can protect you. We can make you a rich man! Just surrender the computer and give up.\""
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " \"Oh ****... why the hell did you leave a bloody rocket in a stairwell????\" \n\nIf Takaro keeps going for the law, Yoshi is going to fling himself over the railing, aiming to land on the next lower set of stair, hopefully on a cop for a nice soft landing."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "Takaro clearly has no intention of backing down now that he's got his hands on the only thing that can get him out of a situation this sticky. He grabs the LAW and tries to figure out in as short as time as possible how the hell one uses a rocket launcher without hurting himself.\n\nHis aggressive behaviour immediately prompts an attack from Viktor, who leaps down and strikes at the armed man with punches and kicks.\nTakaro tries to bat away Viktor's attacks - without much success - and a swift kick directed at his right elbow causes him to drop the heavy LAW.\n\nMeanwhile Yoshifumi has already jumped down on to the second flight of stairs, uncertain of where (if at all) Takaro's rocket would hit. He nearly falls down when landing, but scarcely manages to maintain his balance.\n\nUemara and Musashi aim their guns at Takaro and fire. In their caution not to hit Viktor however, they end up not hitting anyone at all.\n\n\nTakaro assesses the situation and storms downstairs again. Yoshifumi tries to stop him, but the desperate man violently pushes him aside.\nAs he runs, you can see him drawing his revolver again...\n\n *** \n Map: \n \n Status: \nViktor: wounded\nKimaro: dying [disabled] \nMusashi: wounded\nYoshifumi: healthy\nUemara: healthy\nTakaro: healthy, fleeing [1 stun]"
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "Watching the man running down the stairs, Viktor jumps over the rail and then another. Trying to get on the stairs below Takaro to intercept him, then going to engage, hoping the man's antique pistol wouldn't pierce his armor."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Cursing when Takaro goes rushing past him, he turns to chase him when he spots the computer still lying on the landing above him. Stepping back up the stairs he's going to grab it and head back up stairs.\n \n\"This is what we came for, right?\" "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "Viktor jumps down and neatly cuts off Takaro's escape route. A hard punch to the face causes the gunman to drop his revolver while simultaneously bringing him off-balance on the uneven stairs.\n\nMusashi and Uemara storm downstairs and fire a hail of bullets at Takaro. It looks like they're still trying too hard not to hit Viktor though, and their attacks go wide again.\n\nYoshifumi walks over to the computer and picks it up. It doesn't look like Takaro has had the time to tamper with it and make off with the hard-drive or something.\n\n\nTakaro, unfortunately, sees that running away is futile, now that a large and angry Russian is blocking the way to freedom. He backs away into a corner and speaks up. Desperation has clearly overtaken him.\n \"Ho! Ho! Wait! We can make a deal, right? You can have the computer if you want it so badly! There's no need for more bloodshed today, right? Right?!\" "
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "Walking over to the man cowering in the corner, Viktor grabs him by the chest and pulls him up to eye level.\n\"You weren't willing to make a deal when you had an advantage... Why should we?\""
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "Takaro glances nervously from left to right. You can see drops of sweat appear on his forehead and neck. Viktor's reaction isn't the one he had hoped for.\nKnowing that diplomacy isn't going to work in this case, Takaro suddenly lunges forward in an attempt to take the Russian by surprise. He goes for the sucker punch, but Viktor easily bats the attack aside and delivers a snap kick of his own. Takaro, clearly dizzy, loses his balance, but manages to hold on to the stair railing. He snorts and glares angrily at Viktor, but then looks up and stares death right in the face: Uemara and Musashi level their respective guns at Takaro and pull the trigger. The bullets tear into Takaro's body, again and again. His limbs turns weak as he is blown back like a ragdoll every time he gets hit.\n\nWhen Uemara and Musashi hold their fire, they see the battered and broken man still clutching the railing, a wry smile on his lips. Even when all is lost, it looks like he still just wants to spite the assassins that were sent to kill him.\nHis contempt is short-lived however. A shot rings out and echoes throughout the hallways. When you look up, you see Yoshifumi casually walking down the stairs, the computer held safely in one hand, and a smoking gun in the other one.\n\nTakaro loses his grip, and slowly slides backwards, over the railing, and into nothingness. Even as he falls down, his expression remains motionless.\nIn a moment, he disappears, and a few seconds later you hear a soft thud several stories down below.\n\nAfter a quick nod at each other, all of you pack your gear and grab a few choice items along the way. Shouts can be heard from several directions. The police are apparently still looking for those that are causing this ruckus, but fortunately, you encounter no one on your way down. When you reach the bottom of the stairs, you can see the nigh-indescribable mess that remains of Takaro. Suffice it to say that he's pretty dead.\nNo one seems to have spotted his body yet, even though the lobby is close by. From the noise you can deduce that a lot of people have gathered there - probably confused residents trying to find out what the hell is going on.\n\nDeciding to take advantage of the confusion, you quickly hide all weapons and armor, wipe away some of the blood on your face, take a deep breath, and enter the lobby.\nThe chaos is complete. Policemen are running to and fro, trying to determine which floor the gunmen they're looking for are on. A large gathering of people is waiting at the elevator, though it looks like they can wait for a long time. Guests are bugging the receptionists with questions. Most are confused and scared, though there's always those that are loud and angry.\nPolice officers try, without any success, to calm everyone down.\n\nYou make your way through the throng of people. Some give you wary glances, but no one seems to have any intentions of stopping you.\nHalfway through, you get the impression that someone is watching you, yet when you look back, you don't see anyone that appears to be aware of your presence in particular. Because nothing seems to happen, you move on until you reach the other end of the lobby.\nYou can see more police officers, as well as several paramedics approach the building as you leave through the hotel entrance, but giving them a wide berth works just fine, and they run inside without giving you a moment's notice.\nAfter a few seconds you can hear someone shout 'Seal off the area! Don't let anyone leave!' but by then, you're already homefree.\n\nHaving accomplished what you came for, you head to the safehouse Five spoke of.\n\n --- Meanwhile...\n\nHis vision a blur, the only thing Kimaro can do is contemplate. Somehow, he always knew it'd end like this.\nDying alone and unhappy, never having accomplished any of the goals he was hoping to achieve. Today, he took a gamble, and today... he lost.\n\nEven as his body turns cold, the warmth of his own blood provides a strange relief in these dire circumstances. Any movement at all results in a sharp, stinging pain in his side, so he simply decides to remain motionless and hope for the best. Maybe Takaro would come back and finish him off. Or maybe a paramedic would arrive. Kimaro spends some time trying to retrieve his bottle from his pocket, but he finds it shattered beneath his own weight. Even a last pleasure is him denied.\n\nStill in a state of semi-consciousness, Kimaro suddenly hears footsteps behind him. They draw closer and closer, until it's clear that whoever he heard has now entered the room.\nFor a moment, Kimaro closes his eyes, awaiting his fate, but oddly enough, nothing happens.\nCuriously, he opens his eyes again, and with some difficulty he can make out a figure in front of him.\nEven though his vision is still blurred, it's as if someone is standing there, looking for something. Judging from the figure's posture, it's not Takaro, but it's not one of the bloodmoney companions Kimaro was working with either.\nKimaro blinks.\n\nThe figure moves about with a calm grace, and strangely enough, seems to... fade away, from time to time. Kimaro blinks again.\nWhen he opens his eyes this time, the figure is standing in front of him, with its back turned towards Kimaro. It's still taking in the carnage inside room 505, as if trying to deterine what exactly transpired here five minutes ago.\n\nSlowly, as if it already knows what it's going to see, the figure suddenly turns around and watches Kimaro square in the eye.\nIn a flash, it moves its left arm foreward.\n\nThe throwing knife coming straight at him is the last thing Kimaro ever sees...\n\n --- \n Tokyo, Yokohama District \n\nLed by Yoshifumi, you quickly make your way through Tokyo's port city. By steering clear of shady alleys and known Triad hotspots you don't run into any trouble, other than a few drunkards who seem uninterested in bothering you anyway.\n\nThe Shoto shop looks like it used to be a typical run-of-the-mill shop, but now it has clearly fallen into decay. The paint is peeling off, the door looks crummy and some of the windows are broken. It's unclear what type of shop the 'Shoto shop' is (or rather, was), and you're not sure you even want to know. A soft push to the door opens it, and when you walk inside you realize that the inside doesn't differ much from what you'd expect it to look like. Various boxes are scattered all over the place, and only a handful of old chairs and sofas remain. Judging from the dust you can tell that this place hasn't seen any action in years.\nAs you investigate the house, you see that the other rooms are pretty much in the exact same state.\n\nThe basement is the only notable exception. The fact that not a trace of dust can be seen anywhere immediately puts you on guard, though you find no one else in the room.\n\nViktor opens one of the nearby cabinets and discovers that it's filled with various medikits, several bandages, and a few other items such as scalpels for on-the-spot surgery.\nA box in the corner catches Yoshifumi's attention. When he opens it, he sees that it's filled with a large variety of ammunition. He also finds several old-fashioned locks to secure possible entrance routes with.\nMusashi looks inside the sole drawer in the room, and finds an autopistol, a pistol, a baseball bat, brass knuckles, two knives and a grenade.\nUemara finds a microwave and a fridge filled with cheap TV dinners, a network jack and a grade 1 Icebreaker.\n\nMore interesting, however, is the table in the middle of the room. Five chairs are placed around it, and a cellphone is lying in the middle of the table.\nAs you approach, a message appears on the screen:\n\n Leave the computer on the table. We'll handle things from here.\nTake whatever supplies you need before you leave, including this cellphone, but don't go overboard with it. Your money will be transferred to your personal bank accounts as soon as the computer is in our possession.\n\nWe'll contact you if we have need of your services again. "
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "\"Well guys,\" Viktor sighs, as he settles his bulk into the one of the chairs, raising an eyebrow as it squeaks unsettlingly, \"What do we do now?\"\n\"We've lost one man, and I don't like that we had unexpected company on this job. Do you guys wanna stay here, wait til the heat's down, and see if we can get more work? I can't remember if Kimaro had a map to this place on him, or not. If he did, that assassin's probably on his way here by now. If he didn't, we're most likely in the clear. Still...\"\nHe looks at Yoshifumi looking through the box.\n\"How well can we secure this roost?\""
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Tokyo, Marunouchi District \n September 28, 2030 \n\nIt’s been a week since the shootout at the Century Hotel. Even though Viktor frequently catches himself checking the lock twice and steering clear of dark alleys, nothing has changed. Life still goes on. History appears to have forgiven him for his actions at the Hotel. There are no repercussions. No hitmen. No threats.\nThere is only silence. That, and a deposit of 30,000 yen on his bank account. Ellis-Itami takes care of its employees – perhaps in more ways than he can imagine...\n\nPerhaps the lack of repercussions has given him confidence. Maybe he still needs the money. Or he might just be in it for the action. Whatever the reason, when the company contacts him again, offering him another job, he’s quick to come to Five’s office.\n\nReaching his superior is remarkably easier the second time around. There are no hassles with security, and no one seems to double-check his exact purpose in the building. Although Viktor is still a small fish at best, he gets the impression that people at least acknowledge, if not appreciate his presence. His boss’ office looks no different from the first time he’s been there; it’s still shady at uninviting at best, and those that wouldn't know any better, would feel unwanted in no time.\n\nThe first thing the large Russian notices is the presence of four other people in Five’s office.\nThe first of them is a thin foreigner wearing a long coat. His features seem to suggest that he was born somewhere in Eastern Europe, or possibly in Russia as well. In any event, he looks like he’d know his way around in the streets of Tokyo.\nNext to him stands a short, young, beautiful woman wearing a lilac color blouse under a matching white skirt, as well as a jacket, knee-high boots and mirror shades. She doesn’t exactly look like she belongs here, but since Ellis-Itami brought her in, it stands to reason that she possesses certain skills that could be of use.\n\nAt the other side of the room, leaning against the wall, stands an older-looking man who has the look of a Westerner about him. He watches everyone with taxing eyes.\n\nAnd somewhere in the middle, a rather buff man (although he’s still dwarfed by Viktor’s physique) is nervously pacing about, a stern complexion on his face. It’s easy to get the impression that this is someone who’s used to getting things his way. Some of you recognize him as Misaro Tasaboto, one of Tokyo’s top smugglers. He’s currently wearing a grease-stained T-shirt, ditto jeans and a brown leather jacket. To say that he doesn’t seem particularly happy about something would be an understatement.\n\n “All assembled then.” Five remarks with his ever-so-slight British accent. As usual, he’s casually sitting behind his desk. Unlike most other times, however, you can get a good view of his face today. Five looks a lot younger than you'd expect – somewhere around 23 in fact, which is strange, given Tokyo's business culture. Although you know that he doesn’t own Ellis-Itami, it’s clear that he still occupies a fairly important position in the company hierarchy. He’s wearing a sharp, dark blue business suit and a neat, black tie. A quick (and obviously fake) smile is all that he gives you before continuing.\n\n “You’ve been called together,” Five says while looking at the five street samurai standing before him “because an unexpected problem has popped up recently. One of our main contacts, Misaro Tasamoto” he quickly gestures over to the poorly-dressed man “has a problem he needs help with. As you may or may not now, Mr. Tasamoto is a ‘middleman’ that deals in just about everything. Illegal items mostly, but Ellis-Itami and Mr. Tasamoto have come to a certain... gentleman’s agreement .” \n “Six days ago, a considerable shipment of firearms has been stolen from him. Since Mr. Tasamoto has helped us out in the past, now it’s time to return the favor. We have located the shipment and discovered that it’s currently in the hands of Shatei Ikirohami, an up-and-rising Yakuza boss that has a base of operations in the Yokohama District.\nAlthough we don’t know the exact location of the shipment, an informant has told us that it’ll be at Docking Bay 88 tomorrow, at 22.10. They’ll load the shipment on smaller boats there and transport it to, well, who knows? In other words: our only chance to get Mr. Tasamoto’s weapons back is to stop them at the docks tomorrow.” \n “Unfortunately,” Five adds with a slight hint of irritation in his voice, “we currently lack the manpower to wage a full-scale war against the Yakuza, and there is no reason to think the shipment won’t be heavily guarded. Until we can find a better opportunity, your primary objective is merely to ensure that the shipment doesn’t leave Tokyo by sea. We’ve got enough informants amongst the Yakuza to know if (or when) they’ll try to move it by another means of transportation.” \n “The easiest way to sabotage the Yakuza’s efforts is merely to blow up the transport ships that will dock there about half an hour before the weapon convoy arrives. Ikirohami will also inspect the area personally in advance, to make sure everything is in order. He is nothing but a target of opportunity, but if you get the chance to take him out, you’ve got permission to do so.” \n\n“Now then, a quick introduction of the team members, since I believe none of you have worked together with each other before...”\n\n “Some of you already know Viktor, a Russian mercenary that has already proven his usefulness in the Takaro matter. He has enough combat experience with various sorts of weapons to carry you all through most sticky situations – which you’ll definitely run into.” \n “The old geezer is Nawa Chan, more commonly referred to as ‘Gaijin’, who also happens to be an excellent sniper...” \n “The young lady over there is called Saaya-Ai. She’s, well, she’s a handful.” \n “Then there’s Konstantin Rykova. He’s got a pretty fast mouth, and he knows surprisingly much about Tokyo for a foreigner. I’m sure he’ll prove useful.” \n “Now, Mr. Tasaboto is coming along on this one personally. Suffice it to say that we definitely want to see him back in one piece. Failure is not an option.” \n “A company car,” Five says while throwing the car keys to Saaya “is parked in the garage downstairs. I expect you to return it without so much as a scratch.\nInside the car you’ll also find two cellphones you can use to stay in contact, in case you have to split up.” \n “The time is now...” he says while looking at his watch, \" ...19.30. You’ve still got about 24 hours to make arrangements. So, to recap: get in, destroy both boats, and get out. If you see Ikirohami, kill him. If not, leave him for later.\nThat is all, people. Return with results, or don’t result at all.” \n\nPerhaps somewhat uneasy, the five of you make your way downstairs. Tackling small-time criminals that tend to operate alone is one thing – the Yakuza are an entirely different matter. The smuggler, Misaro Tasaboto, seems confident enough. He abides by the ‘if you want something done right, do it yourself’ principle. The fact that he insisted on coming along himself speaks volumes of his faith in his own combat abilities, and you soon conclude that he’s rather arrogant and egocentric.\n\nThe car Five offered you isn’t so much a car as it is a small van. You don’t find much of use inside other than the aforementioned cellphones, a flashlight and some food.\n\n(With around 26 hours left on the clock, how will you spend your time?)"
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"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Gaijin\n\n \"First thing we need ta do is get'a look'at that guy Ikirohami. Any of you know your way around a deck? I can send an email but don't expect me ta track anyone down'r anythin'. If you can get'me a pic of him it'll make my job easier if i see him ta'take'im down. Other than that we could benefit from scouting out the docks ta'see if security will be a problem or if there's anywhere i can snipe from.\" Speaking in a fast clipped tone and slurring words together at irregular intervals Gaijin continues to talk, and talk, and talk, and talk.... First about the mission and then about canadian cuisine, about how he misses something called poutine or beavert'ails. From one topic to another it seems he is quite content to ramble on for long periods of time even when he has little to say. Maybe it's the issolation of being a sniper and never being able to talk once things get started in the field. Maybe he just figures silence isn't as golden as the slogan says.... either way by the time you get to the van you're sure he'll run out of stories and hoping he'll run out of breath.\n\nNot to say he's storys aren't well told or full of anicdotes and useful tidbits. There is however a limit to how many times in an hour you can hear the phrase \"When i was a boy in Canada...\" and not want to beat someone to death with their own sniper rifle."
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"author": "rubakhin",
"message": "Konstantin flushes when Five announces his full name, and steals a glance at Viktor. He's going to have to explain why he has a woman's surname when he gets the chance. (\"Zdrasvuitye! I'm the bastard son of a Russian prostitute, how about you?\") Damn, why didn't he get around to changing his surname to the male form Rykov yet? He makes a mental note to get the paperwork the second he gets back from the mission. If he gets back, anyway.\n\nThere's no love lost between Kostya and Japanese women, so he doesn't take much notice of the girl, and Gaijin sort of gives him the creeps - most older men do, in fact. (It doesn't help that he seems to be reminiscing about eating Putin.)\n\nViktor, of course, fascinates him endlessly. You don't often come across Russians in Tokyo. Konstantin tags behind the group, staring holes into Viktor's back, wondering what the hell a Russian guy is doing in Japan, if he goes to the Orthodox church, and whether or not he could get away with calling him Vitya.\n\nProbably not, he decides.\n\nAnyway. Bonding with this guy is not exactly high on the priorities list.\n\nHe turns his attention to Tasaboto. He recognizes him, sure. He's a small-time dealer, his adoptive mother is a street surgeon, and for whatever ****ed-up Oedipal reason, kind of a kid brother to some of the prostitutes around here - of course he's chummy with the yakuza. And more than familiar with those docks.\n\nWhich means if he runs into the wrong people, Ikirohami is gonna figure out who's working to screw him over on the weapons deal. Fan-freakin'-tastic. And what was that Five had said about waging war with the yakuza?\n\nHe's vaguely familiar with Ikirohami, too. There was a party in Yokohama a few nights ago. Somebody had pointed him out. They hadn't talked, thank God - Ikirohami was far too important to hang with a kid like him.\n\nHmm. He had talked his friend Sachiko into coming with him. (\"Bring women,\" they told him, and it wasn't like he knew a lot of women. None that would come to parties like that for free, anyway. She wasn't too pleased about being felt up by gangsters all night long, but hey, at least she was out of the house.) That kid is inordinately fond of her digital camera - probably not unusual among up-and-coming reporters - and had taken dozen of shots of the party just for practice. There were probably some pictures of Ikirohami in there somewhere.\n\n \"Um,\" says Kostya. \"Yeah, I know what he looks like. If it's important I could maybe get a picture if we swing by my friend's place.\" "
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"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "Viktor looked at his new team, and sized them up independently. The Westerner would be good at what he did, Viktor knew, having served with some Canadians during his time with the Americans.\nThe woman Viktor had no opinion on, save that she couldn't be trusted.\nThe other man on the team looked vaguely Slavic, but it was hard to tell. He was either Russian or from a country close to Russia, but the borders blurred so often it was hard to tell. He had a feminine last name, so either his mother was very prominent, or his father was unknown. Either way, it didn't matter to Viktor. He looked useful enough to have around, and the mission ranked above all, save survival.\n\n\"A picture of the man we are supposed to kill would be nice. And if we can get in position, I have the means,\" Viktor said, hefting his black duffel bag, \"To disable the ships.\"\n\nTurning to their employeer, he eyed him, removing his sunglasses. \"You appear very nervous for a man who has just lost a shipment of small arms. Should we expect more?\""
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"author": "Faithdreamer",
"message": " Saaya-Ai \n Scribble, scribble... \nClean, tiny letters with explosive curves bounced from the tip of her ball point pen. Only when Five was done talking did the unstoppable ink rain suddenly stop. Those flashy, tinkling keys were still on the floor where they fell when she didn’t bother to catch them. Saaya kicked off her boot and let everyone know what kind of wacky striped toe socks she wore. Up went the keys on one foot and into her hand. She slipped her boot on and bowed very formally before she left the room.\nNotes in hand she let all the words quiet down before she took her turn. They all kind of looked like stunt guys for a movie. “One of you has a deck jack in now. Find anything you can about,” She glanced at her notes. Ikirohami-kun. Search the matrix for city maps. The tourist information bureau keeps current data they shouldn’t be hard to find. Download them en-masse so no one suspects you’re looking at Docking Bay eighty-eight.” \nShe stuck her glasses on her head. Her earnest brown eyes were steady and bright, looking at Konstantin. “If you go there your friend is the discreet type. Before we leave the parking lot check your stuff then turn on your headset radios and we’ll make sure they work right. Tasaboto-sama please try to understand you won’t be getting in the thick of it. Your role here will be as an observer. There won’t be any compromises.” "
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"author": "rubakhin",
"message": " \"Whoa, cool,\" says Kostya softly, looking at Viktor's bag. He doesn't know much about explosives. What would be in there, anyway? Nitro?\n\n \"Yeah, she's cool,\" he says to Saaya-Ai. He turns on his headset at her command. \"Maps would be useful. The docks are confusing. But they're great for free running. I go there to do parkour sometimes, and - anyway.\" Konstantin shakes his head. They don't really need to know about his hobbies. \"Hey, if we're going to my friend's first, can I drive?\" "
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"author": "Faithdreamer",
"message": " Saaya-Ai \n “You know low profiles are best for you.” She smoothed over the crass their client looked like he’d give the Prime Minister himself. Konstantin was busy talking about how cool the big man’s bag was. She didn’t smile and she didn’t have a chip on her shoulder. “Better not.” \nStringing her radio around her head Saaya was writing again. “We’ll have maps from the tourism bureau off the net and gossip on the dock inspector too. There are public satellites we can check for more accurate maps. Since he visits the docks a lot he can walk in to see things while the rest of us drive by. We’ll visit his friend for information,” Saaya passed off the keys inexplicably to Konstantin. She was looking at Viktor.\n “Do you know how to scuba dive?” "
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"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "\"I have had some experience of that nature, yes. But I do not see why it would be a necessity. For you see,\" said Viktor, unzipping his duffel bag and showing the contents (2 LAWs, which are shoulder-fired missles), \"I have the means to disable the ships from a distance. We do not need to get that close to them.\""
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"author": "rubakhin",
"message": "As Viktor becomes the coolest person in the world in his eyes, Konstantin's brows shoot up, travel around the back of his head, and nestle in his collar.\n\n(Well, not really, but if they were at all capable of doing so, they would be.)\n\nThe van is comparatively less interesting, but beggars can't be choosers, and Kostya is still young enough to get a kick out of driving, having hit the minimum legal age not long ago. He climbs into the driver's seat, resists the temptation to fiddle around with the radio, and starts the car.\n\n \"Don't worry, 's not gonna take too long. She lives like two clicks from here.\" "
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"author": "Faithdreamer",
"message": " Saaya-Ai \n “We’ll see. Near the stairs there was a soft drink machine. Get three bottles full with water when you find it Gaijin.” Very careful with her English Saaya knew she wouldn’t get lost in translation. Movies...\n “Tasaboto-sama while you consider your options think about telling me how large that guns shipment is very seriously. For this size matters.” As soon as Gaijin got water she was going to take the shotgun seat. The other three fit nicely in the back with their stuff and she still had her stylish ‘Yoshi-Kitty’ backpack nearby. Her plan was dropping Konstantin off at his friend’s place with a cell phone. They would leave him there and get things started. In the meantime it was Gaijin’s job to rent Scuba gear. Tourists always did things like that. She’d tell Viktor he was supposed to help Tasaboto find replacement clothes for them. Nice stores in Ginza for the latest in-thing and garbage dumpsters and impoverished squatters for something else. There were work clothes from the docks if they needed them. Before all that she knew where there was a vending machine selling sticky tattoos. The first thing she did when they were all in the van was open her Cyberdeck and start searching for maps. She went on the net to look for satellite pictures and anything about Ikirohami-kun. When she turned on the radio it was playing old songs. This one was ‘Gravity’ by Soul Decision.\n “Where can Tasaboto-sama get a boat?” She asked no one in particular. They might have kept some kind of net connection at the docks in addition to anything in paper. Looking at that could give her ideas. Checking recent news activities, firefighters, police or ambulances seemed like a thoughtful thing to do."
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"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Gaijin\n\nLooking at her funny when she asked him to get water he stopped his story which noone seemed to be listening too anyways and asked her. \"Why? How much water do we need?\" Lifting up one of his pant legs slightly to reveal a water flask and a boot knife with tiny little canadian flags painted on them. \"I have about a litre of water here. Do you think you will need more than that?\" \n\nIf he sees a soda machine he'll stop and get some water bottles but other than that he won't go out of his way to find any. Asuming he knows what she is thinking but trying to verify her plans for the water, if he sees a vending machine that vends plastic bottles he'll buy those they should work just as well.\n\nGetting to the car to find only the back seats empty Gaijin says something about youth and manners under his breath and sighing heavily climbs into the van with the others."
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"author": "rubakhin",
"message": " \"Son of a - what useless bedworker owned the box you slid out of, eh?\" Konstantin mutters, in Russian, staring daggers into the car in front of him. \"Go back up the prick you came from! I will f***-start your car with a chainsaw if you don't move!\" \n\nThe traffic edges forward a little, as if responding to the sheer vitriol of Slavonic profanity.\n\n \"This would literally, in all of the senses, be quicker if I just ran - ah, here we go.\" Konstantin finds a gap in the traffic, and the van peels down a side street. They wind up in front of the apartment building in question in record time.\n\nIt's not a bad neighborhood, actually. Sort of on the border - right where this part of Tokyo starts getting a bit safer. Kostya leaves the keys in the van and jumps out.\n\n \"I'll just be a minute.\" \n\nHe jogs to the intercom. He's light on his feet. Anyone looking at him could tell that he's more used to running than walking. (Not to mention driving.) It looks more natural when he runs. Somehow right.\n\n \"Oneesan? It's Kocchan. You remember the party we were at the other night? Could you stick all the photos on a SmartCard or something and bring it down? I need it for a thing.\" \n\n\"Okay, sure. I'll be there in a second.\"\n\nSachiko appears in the foyer a minute or two later. The girl is on the tail end of what must have been an unattractive childhood, and is growing into a kind of womanly handsomeness not often seen in Japan. Her features seem too mature for her face. Heavy red lips, sort of a Mayan nose.\n\nDespite her age - she's young enough to still be nursing an inconspicuous cluster of blackheads on her cheekbone - the business clothes she's wearing suit her. Off the to station to work soon, probably. She hands Konstantin the card.\n\n\"That's all of them. What do you need them for?\"\n\n \"Ma's gotten into scrapbooking or something. She wants some photos of me with my friends.\" \n\nSachiko makes a face. \"Haven't you got purikura? You're falling over drunk in most of these pictures and in half of them you're not even wearing a shirt.\"\n\n \"Eh, at least we're having fun.\" \n\nShe shrugs. \"Say, Kocchan, I haven't seen you much since you left school.\" Sachiko, being a bit older than Konstantin, had graduated two years ahead of him. But Kostya, despite being intelligent, lacked the patience to excel at academics. He often came around when he fell behind and needed help catching up. \"Haven't you been thinking about going to college?\"\n\nKonstantin squirms. Neither of them has the time for a lecture, thank God. \"Not really. I landed this job, and - listen, you've got work, right? I'll tell you about it later, I gotta run. Take care.\" "
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"author": "Faithdreamer",
"message": " “Rykova-san, most company employees like peace and quiet. Office spaces can be very serene at lunch hour.” There was an eerie 20/80 attention divide between errant boy and internet. She was back on the monitor in no time while he backed up and drove somewhere else.\n “The three of you need to find a speedboat and diving equipment. Drop our client off with Viktor-san and the Gaijin. We’re going to Ginza I have to get hair dye. I’ll write our number down for you.” She tossed a cell phone at them, sketched a few numbers and folded the torn note into a paper airplane she looped backwards."
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"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Gaijin\n\n \"Not that i mind takin' orders from'a girl but if you could explain to us why we are doing these things we could perhaps offer our views and alternate strategies that play to our strengths instead of simply doing what must be done as you assign them. Don't get me wrong i'm all for following orders but i doubt that you have assessed my strengths and those of the others in the few minutes you have spent paying attention to us over that infernal machine you seem so attracted to.\" Letting her know he isn't happy with how she has been throwing orders about Gaijin folds his arms accross his chest and waits for her reply."
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"author": "Faithdreamer",
"message": "There weren’t any seatbelts where she was crunched in squatting between the seats. Saaya-Ai was being very bad.\n “Naachan, Militaries are your biggest culprits. Most of these pictures make our Sararimen turn green. He’s awfully scrawny but if you get lost in his pectorals we’ll miss Ikirohami-kun and make Five-sama angry. Tourism maps are vague but you’ll know where to go. Docking Bay 88 looks like a big breast. If we zoom in any closer this website blacks out. You can barely make out crate outlines, a crane, these big blobs are warehouses. Rykova-san sees the docks a lot. He knows his way around so later he can tell us about them.” \nShe stuck a folding keyboard on her lap and handed her squeaky clean Amstrad C-22 over so Viktor could let them all see. First there was a picture of Rykova mixing it up with chocolate-slathered models, there was another with six big glossy men flexing. The next window had digital maps showing everything with reliable accuracy around where the docks were. The docks themselves were just big shapes, which sort of made sense if you were a lazy cartographer. The very last window was a public website with real-time satellite feeds. The link on the bottom said they could download to a GPS but it was obviously lying.\n “Tourists do things like renting scuba gear all the time. Our client is providing us with a fast boat. Viktor is working close protection because he’s mean and scary. Let me see that one litre water bottle Mr. Sharpshooter.” \n\nSaaya snapped up the plastic water bottle rolling along the floor and drank. “Nevermind.” Her throat wasn’t dry anymore. “Speedboats make so much noise I want to throw my headphones at the driver. When a girl tells you it’s dumb how you brutes always bash things until they work she’s being ditzy. The best solutions inside the docks when you need to stall are simpler than you think. If you can find the weapons tip them over. The Yakuza will take longer picking them up. Five says we have to break their boats so they can’t take them away. We can break the big crane or crash the forklifts until they don’t work. Two of you are going in the docks with Rykova-san in fancy clothes. Yakuza stand out a lot for men who like to blend in. They’re outside of things and Rykova-san looks like he should be inside things.” \nShe looked over at Tasaboto and took a sip from her water. He might even have the pleasure of thinking she was checking him out. Inch by inch, over his clothes, up his chest and neck to his iron mask face.\n “If you want these men to work give them the information they need. They’ll want to know how big the shipment is, what’s in it and why everyone is mad at Ikirohami-kun.” \n\nNaturally she let him make his decision. Thank goodness Saaya wasn’t so rude she sped up his timetable.\n “Ideally you’ll be in place before they are. It saves you the hassle not being Ikirohami Shatei security first.” "
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"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "Misaro Tasabota sits back in the van, a smile on his face, as his hired guns start their preparatory work. He seems quite pleased with their proactivity. When the topic of his protection pops up, he waves his hand dismissively in a gesture of extreme confidence.\n \"Don't worry about me. I'm used to dealing with Yakuza punks.\" \n\nMisaro gives Saaya a strange look when he sees her eyeing him. The young woman is probably around half his age, yet seemed rather bossy for her age. Most peculiar.\n\n \"Well,\" the large man continues \"As for the shipment... Assuming they haven't split it up yet - and I see no reason why they would have done so - it should be the size of about four trucks, filled to the brim. The weapons, all of which is high-quality stuff, mind you, will probably still be encased in large, wooden boxes. My guess is they'll load them on their boats by crane, though it's perfectly possible that they'll rely on forklifts instead.\" \n\nThe smuggler rubs his chin for a moment. Now that he inadvertedly draws attention to it, you notice that he hasn't shaven himself in quite some time.\n \"Getting a boat will depend on the size. You'll mostly find freighters at the docks, but finding a speedboat you can hire shouldn't pose too much of a problem. Getting your hands on anything larger might get difficult. Whether a water assault is viable will depend on many circumstances. We'll see about that when we get to the docks.\" \n\nMisaro takes a look at some of the maps you've printed out. They aren't all that helpful, and it looks like your best bet is to rely on your offhand knowledge of the docks for now. You've got a good idea about where docking bay 88 should be, and will probably be able to gather much more once you actually get there.\n\n \"That's some solid equipment there,\" Misaro says, pointing at Viktor's pair of LAW's. \"Should be more than enough to sink any medium-sized ship. I can bring along a bunch of limpet mines as well tomorrow, in case something crops up. I'll give you ¥20,000 for the both of them after we're done with this. Deal?\" "
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"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Gaijin \n\nSighing quietly to himself Gaijin leans forward and lifts his pantleg to remove his 1litre canteen. Holding it up for Saaya's inspection. \"Although i wouldn't call it a bottle as it's made of metal i wasn't sure if this was what you had in mind, so i grabbed these as well.\" Taking the two 'water bottles' he managed to find at a vending machine he tosses one to Saaya to see her reflexes as much as to let her inspect it for herself. Replacing his own canteen he looks at the deck as it is passed to him or turned in his direction and then asks Misaro if he knows how many cranes would actually be around the docks as well as if there are any high vantages that might be made use of as well. For surveying bay 88 as well as securing or covering a retreat if it became necessary. \"I could always perch myself somewhere to cover everyone and possibly take out our target at the same time once the explosives are in place.\" He comments off-handedly not quite sounding cocky, just confident and experienced in a casual manner which speaks volumes about his military experience."
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"author": "rubakhin",
"message": "Kostya speaks up. He had been thinking that Saaya-Ai's plans were getting unnecessarily complicated, and that it was probably a bad idea to go around buying all that junk in advance, but he didn't exactly want to be accused of insubordination. \"Look, we're going down there and checking the place out tonight, right? We'll need to know the territory before we make any plans. Like, for instance, if any diving is going to be involved here, we need to find a safe place close to Dock 88 to change into the gear and enter the water. We can't be seen carrying scuba gear without drawing attention, so this safe place is going to have to be a short walk from the van. One of the warehouses, probably. We'll have to find one that's not locked, guarded, or too visible from where the yakuza'll be. Diving might not be an option. Same issues with launching the boat. And hell, even getting the boat is going to be hard - do we have something lined up already? Anyone down that part of the docks who'll rent us one is going to be involved with the yakuza, and he'll remember our faces and names ... \" \n\nHe trails off. If the wrong people are down there tomorrow night, they're going to recognize him if he isn't careful ...\n\nWell, no use dwelling on that part. He doesn't need to make himself nervous. This is basically just planning out an obstacle course, right? No problem.\n\n \"After we figure out where we'll be, we can work on the best vantage point for Gaijin-san. That won't be as hard, lemme worry about that. I'll show him around once we get there. They're used to me running around on top of buildings and stuff, so it won't look too weird.\" \n\nHe looks over his shoulder at the photographs on the computer screen. \"Gaijin-san. That's - \" He cringes. \"Uh, well, that's a guy I know from Moscow. We're just good friends, I swear.\" He leans over and taps a button. \"There. That's Ikirohami.\" "
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"author": "Faithdreamer",
"message": " “You’re on the right track I have something else in mind. Five-sama is very meticulous. He believes Ikirohami-kun is up-and-coming Yakuza cheese. If he loses your weapons real bosses will pick on him. He may lose more than fingers when he fails. Yakuza are paranoid – they will look harder because too many people despise Ikirohami-kun. Five-sama was right to expect heavy guard.” \nThe stain on his shirt looked like an old pizza. The police probably wouldn’t arrest him unless they wanted fatal mould disease. Misaro had a flawless natural defence that made him far too dismissive. He was so conceited he wouldn’t understand if she was careless. Saaya peered up passed the seat at Nawa Chan.\n “There are men protecting the shipment and watching the docks. We must believe they will spot any suspicious characters if they are near. Their snipers have spotters and either one will find our agent. Please, excuse me Naachan you can’t risk your life like a big dot. At least take your time considering things.” \nIf her words sank in like the boat hopefully didn’t she was happy. Her attention swam back to Misaro and the others. “I believe policemen set up for sting operations by being there before criminals are. The street toughs are looking outside but the officers are already there. No one catches on until too late. We have to sneak by the ones already skulking with your weapons Tasaboto-sama.” \nShe would explain carefully so everyone understood. Viktor was definitely her best listener.\n “We can’t mark up company property. Convenience demands we have a boat only not for an honour charge. A speedboat will get us there faster than this van. There won’t be any traffic and we can swim if we want. When we ruin their operation we can go through New Honk.” \nShe took another sip from her water and pleasantly ignored the one the Gaijin threw at her. Maybe everyone was on the edge of their seat, huh?\n “Ellis-Itami is an information company with links to NHK news. We could publicize it as ‘racist Yakuza war on innocent Chinese!’, no one likes negative attention even if all Japan laughs. The Yakuza at the docking bay and the ones who are coming will try to scare us away. That’s what new clothes and Rykova-san are for. Yakuza accept outsiders like him, if he weren’t working for us he would work for that crowd. If we got him an ostentatious suit he could blend in. Viktor would be trying out luck but lie and say he happens to be your Russian friend. There will be floodlights but there is a fair chance of success. That’s why I want you on the docks in hiding before the rest of the Yakuza are there to receive the ships.” \nWhenever she thought about having a canteen on her ankle it didn’t seem very sensible. She wondered where Gaijin got the idea from. It would be noisy and uncomfortable. She would even go as far as saying it made her feet unwieldy. More so it was just weird when he lifted up his trousers like that; he wouldn’t act that way if he had a skirt on.\n “The ones who go ashore can keep their heads down pretending to be security until you’re ready to sink their boats. You might slow them down in the meantime. Tasaboto-sama you will want to remain at a safe distance with me. You can bet Ikirohami Shatei knows who he stole from and so will his men. If they see your face you lose something very important.” \nShe wasn’t going to explain just yet. He had to waft the mystique away first. Konstantin was rolling the wispy miasma along.\n “You’ve been there recently Rykova-san where can we find something suitable?” She went back up front and buckled her seatbelt. “As for locks, those are better left locked. The less we disturb the better – especially if we’re inside.” "
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"author": "rubakhin",
"message": " \"I don't need any fancy clothes,\" says Konstantin. \"I don't go down there just for parkour, you know.\" \n\nHe pulls out the speedball in his jacket and tosses it on the dashboard. \"I used to sell this stuff before joining up with Ellis-Itami. I get the blow right off the docks. That's why they're used to having me around. I'm just a kid, a small-time dealer. Pretty benign. And sometimes I bring guys down there, yeah. Nobody's gonna ask questions if Viktor's with me.\" \n\nKonstantin exhales sharply; releases some of his tension by volleying a string of Russian curses at a tailgater.\n\n \"But I'm not stupid. If I have to shoot somebody or something, and his friends come after me ... well, not many of them know my real name or where to find me, and the ones who do, I can trust. I think. Or no, maybe I'm doomed,\" he finishes thoughtfully. \"Anyway, I don't know about getting the rest of you in, but me and Viktor will be fine. Um, I think the safest place to launch the boat would be this little beach about half a kilometer from Dock 88.\" \n\nHe adds, \"I mean, it's not, like, a beach beach, it's just this patch of rocks that leads into the water. It's just off the highway and the water's too polluted to swim in, so the place is usually deserted. There are oil tankers moored between the launchpoint and Dock 88, so you'll probably be able to sneak up on Ikirohami's ships from behind. But honestly, there are a lot of factors involved ... \" \n Well, I'm probably going to hell tomorrow, Kostya thinks, ever the optimist. At least he'd probably get a chance to chat with the Russian guy. Would be nice to hear the mother tongue."
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"author": "Faithdreamer",
"message": "Sitting quietly watching buildings walk by Saaya heard the radio. Now they were all listening to old anime themes. This one was ‘Shell’ from Witch Hunter Robin. All weak smile and wit made her think over Konstantin and his talking. It was a while before she said anything, just then she wondered how close they were getting to a boat. She reached up and dragged his narcotics off the dashboard before she spoke out.\n “Ikirohami-kun hasn’t split the weapons apart. Wouldn’t it be safer to take them apart and pass them along his gangs?” "
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"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Gaijin \n \"I doubt that they are much concerned with their own safety or the safety of others for that matter. It would also be less efficient because i doubt that any of the thugs they have hired to move the weapons would be able to disasemble or reasemble the weapons efficientlyand even put them back into similar condition as they are in now.\" Gaijin pipes in with his thoughts on the matter trying his best to distract himself by looking out the window of the van and yet still remain part of the conversations.\n\n \"I would say our biggest concern will more than likely be their numbers.\" He continues pausing briefly to think. \"I have no doubt that we will be able to get to the weapon shipment or the ships they are using for transport. My concern is whether or not we will be able to get out again or even remove the secondary target as we were instructed to. Perhaps a diversionary tactic would work better than subterfuge or infiltration. What to use as a diversion other than a large explosion is still beyond me for the moment though.\" Gaijin sits back again thumbing his chin and thinking about other strategies he may have overlooked for their simplicity. Absentmindedly he taps out the rythm to Shell with his other hand."
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"author": "Faithdreamer",
"message": " Saaya-Ai \n\nMaybe Gaijin wasn’t as silly as she thought. If he was he was still helping at least. Down went the mirrored glasses to hide wonderful portraits of anxiety. Maybe they were being taken advantage of, obviously.\nShe got a hold of her Cyberdeck and sent an e-mail to Five-sama. Writing spam mail wasn’t something she did normally.\n\n Open E-Mail \n \n Spoiler \nGood Afternoon! Tired of Office Lady Airheads giving away your sex life?\nRECONSIDER SHOOTING FOR YOUR annual TARGETS and trap those pesky women in their own devious\n\n200 % off yoor CONDOM make biggu tree Biggu! Q in to |-|4xs0rlI3es-E.\n\nsocial games. It’s obvious they HURT you MORE than YAKUZA finger cuts if they keep their vicious rumours ALIVE?\n\nCheck out nasty f0toe now! XD!\n\n🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂\n \n\nTalking in a cafe was always muted when you tried listening in. She wouldn’t like some grungy pervert thinking about what he heard either. If radios were people the one in the van would feel exactly like that while Saaya turned it down. She lost track of where they were a long time ago. Luckily Rykova-san seemed to know where he was going.\n “Don’t go near the oil ships and the highway,” She told him. “Go straight to the docks as soon as you have a boat. If you know they shouldn’t be able to see us anyone who sees the docks will be worried. When you’re going somewhere you don’t normally pick a secret spot.” \nIf she had the chance later she was going to break into a nice car and steal it. Hopefully Tasaboto-san would come with her. She wanted to take Gaijin as well. He could answer the phone so she didn’t have to.\nWheelman Rykova wouldn’t have any trouble listening now that the music was nearly mute.\n “Mark a place we can meet at. I’ll drive with Gaijin and Tasaboto-sama. Someone, could you pretty please let me have some yen?” \nShe had an urge to go shopping for curtains. They wouldn't remember the account cards until it was too late."
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"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "The pictures of Ikirohami that Konstantin shows you are clear enough. The Yakuza gang boss seems to be around 30 years old, with messy black hair and numerous tattoos on his neck and forearms. He has the kind of glazed look in his eyes that suggests he's some sort of excitable, trigger-happy drug junkie. Not good.\n\nMisaro sits back for a bit and shrugs at some of the questions. \" The docks are usually relatively quiet at night. We should be able to strike from almost everywhere. As for you,\" he says while motioning over to Gaijin, \"I think you'll find plenty of cranes and sluice towers to work your magic from. I'd bring along a night scope though.\" \n \"I can make a few calls and get my hands on a speedboat,\" Misaro says rather confidently. \"Keep in mind that a speedboat is rather noisy however, and that a boat sailing at night will be highly suspicious. But only if they us, of course.\" \n \"The gun shipment, hm... The Yakuza thugs under Ikirohami's command will probably have taken a few guns for themselves. It's likely that they've left the bulk of the shipment alone though. If they were going to divide it amongst themselves, they wouldn't set up an operation like this. Even men like Ikirohami have their orders\" \n \"The problem will be the sheer amount of Yakuza here, I'm afraid. Most are street punks with low-end weaponry, but even those can get the drop on you. You should be able to avoid most of them though. I've no idea how and when Ikirohama will arrive. He might even be on one of the transport ships himself.\" \n\n\n\nYou finally manage to get past the hectic Tokyo traffic, only to find that the docks are equally hectic. Foremen shouting orders, crates being moved around, trucks riding to and fro... You don't have too much difficulty with blending in and walking around. You get surprisingly little stares. Most people are simply to busy to notice you, or pay you no heed - out of sight, out of mind.\n\nMisaro decides to stay back in the car. \"My face is a bit too recognizable around here,\" he says \"I'll see if I can get a speedboat for you guys.\" \nHe taps his cellphone demonstratively.\n\nAfter about half an hour of looking around, you find - or rather, chance upon - Docking Bay 88. It doesn't look like it sees much use, and there are decidedly less people around here."
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"author": "Faithdreamer",
"message": " Saaya-Ai \n\nThere was an endless supply of company money to buy a borrowed dress. It would have been nice to take something home. So many things she could decorate her closet with. Pictures of a glassy-eyed Bosozoku boss weren’t very appealing. Following the example set by Tasaboto-san she tried to make her seat more comfortable. She was busy writing the abbreviated notes to smelly docks and bay eighty eight.\n “To keep my stash safe men would guard the shipment. No one is allowed to be near any goods unless they’re uniformed security. Poking around for the weapons may make them suspicious. Have a look if you can find a way.” \nHer sticky notes were rainbow colored. They changed shades as many times as this job was being refreshed. It was a lot to write down and going over everything before things stared was a good idea. She circled her reminder.\n “Gaijin Ikirohami-kun should be so paranoid there will be snipers. Show him as many places as you know Rykova-san. He’ll be able to find them more easily.” \nPoor Viktor was in the most danger. There would be many men helping to load weapons. He’d just have to memorize the area.\n “Rykova-san bring Viktor-san along with you. Try to memorize as much as you can. If you can’t find your way around in the dark... you’ll trip.” \nShe wasn’t going to do this before there was a lot of pressure for Viktor.\n “Misaro, you’ll take care of Viktor tonight. Remember I like you better when you’re not a macho guy please.” \nShe had no idea what Konstantin did but drugs were a bad habit.\n “Rykova-san, one thing you might do is act pushy. Try to sell drugs. Help Misaro-san and Viktor-san get closer to the boats.” \nAnd then she was alone with their Very Important Smuggler for a while.\n “Tasaboto-sama, you’ve been part of a diversion before haven’t you.\nWe can hire a pair of prostitutes blasting loud music and someone will get a video of hot bodies crawling all over one another.” \nProstitutes would draw a few eyes plying the world's second oldest profession on themselves. That should distract a few thugs from what was really going on. If they at least looked like lesbian prostitutes things would be more magnetic. She was allowed to use a third of their account for dirty deals and Five-sama looked the other way. She'd have to buy their prostitutes nice clothes so they didn't look the part. Yakuza was only good for males."
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"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " The Docks: \n \n \n Spoiler \n \n The grey blocks with yellow numbers are the Docking Bays. (in hindsight, I actually shouldn't have called them 'Docking Bays', but oh well...) \n The ellipses on the water are boats. These boats will probably have moved by the time you execute your assault. \n Orange blocks are heavy containers. \n Small brown blocks are small boxes. \n Blue circles are random, metal barrels. \n Large brown blocks are unimportant buildings. The one in the middle is the worker's cantina. The one at the bottom of the map is a bar. \n The purple building in the lower left hand corner is a refinery. \n Yellow blocks (with an 'X') are cranes. Sizes may vary. \n Building 'A' is the sluice control tower. The grey bar to the right is the sluice. \n Building 'B' holds the switch that controls the drawbridge. It's usually down. \n The building with the four red lights is the Main Control Tower, and one of the tallest buildings in the area. More so than any other official building, it's off-limits to unauthorized personell. Just about anything is regulated from here. \n The building to the right of the Main Control Tower is pretty much a large fuel tank. Small/medium-sized boats can fill up here... at a price. \n A boat is under construction 'the old-fashioned way' in the middle of the map (just above the road) \n Docking Bay 108 is one of the most important ones around. Plenty of materials are stockpiled here. \n There is a small fence around Docking Bay 88. To the north of the road is a gate through which trucks can enter the enclosed area. \n A small tower is situated to the left of the map, near the two containers. \n The upper right hand corner is an old lighthouse (which has become a bit of a tourist attraction). It's by far the tallest building around. Security is low, and it gives an good view of the area. A few guards patrol the area from time to time though, to keep squatters and vandals out, who have taken a liking to this place. \n \n \n\n Inside Docking Bay 88: \n \n \n Spoiler \n \n Yes, it's possible for boats to dock inside the building. 😏 \n The three black dots in the upper right hand corner are pillars. They support a large part of the roof. \n The red blocks are small forklifts. \n Blue circles are random barrels. \n The upper left hand corner has a metal walkway. \n The entire building seems to be a bit in a state of disrepair. There's lots of litter on the ground, and the wall are decorated with numerous graffiti signs. \n \n "
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"author": "Timaoh",
"message": " Gaijin \n\nIgnoring the orders being barked out by Saaya-Ai Gainjin wonders how much money will be left after she gets through with the access card. He remembers some wise words from his youth... 'never let a girl hold onto your credit cards' Not exactly the same but the emphasis and context were similar enough that it applied all the same.\n\nStill smiling to himself and thinking about those things he looked towards Saaya-Ai and asked her. \"Would it be at all possible for me to get some funds dropped onto my card so i could get some equipment i might need for tonight? I was thinking a night scope and possibly a grappnel line or even a base jump chute might come in handy.\" With that he holds out his access card so she can see the account number and transfer the funds."
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"author": "Faithdreamer",
"message": " Saaya-Ai \n “Ten thousand yen is on your card. You’ll be prosecuted if they aren’t returned.” \nSaaya was talking into her monitor hoping the sound would bounce off and reach Naachan.\nIf they wanted to move giant boxes cranes helped. Those stretched out as far as the canals. As long as main control didn't turn the crane off she could capsize a ship that way. Going against a current was almost impossible in Japan especially for a boat. There was a sluice gate plugging up water and the half-finished hull needed some desperately. If the gate opened waves would push against Docking Bay 88. The workers wanted to move their work in progress eventually. Unsure how to use it Saaya still had an idea.\nIkirohami-kun should choose to divide his shipment. A truck would be most convenient in a movie only he was Yakuza. For any shipments he drove he would split it between cars. Every movie she ever watched had Yakuza keeping records carefully. It would arrive safely in pieces and he could move it later. She’d have everyone shoot the tires or hijack the truck if Ikirohami-kun thought about using one. He looked like a weak link in a chain of Yakuza.\nFor stopping ships they had big chains. If she had a chain to block the canal they’d stop to move it. She was explaining her ideas to everyone with a warning. It was something for these Street Samurai to stop and think about.\n “Off limits are the fuel tank and refinery. Giant explosions and raining contaminants make our company very unhappy. I’ll report you as potentially ronin if you even think about that.” \nHer maps were updated now. Pointing out buildings they might use also meant pointing out places Yakuza thugs would be guarding.\n “The sluice should be guarded. It would be harder moving the shipment if it was open. They would watch the drawbridge so they had two ways to drive the boats. I think reformed Yakuza can work at companies. I guess they’ll have men working at the control tower. There will be a few hired guns looking around the fenced off area. They’ll try not to make people curious. Speaking of the fence I’d like to know what the inside of bay eighty eight is like. There’s a lighthouse too. Gaijin maybe if you got ready there they wouldn’t see you. The Yakuza might not think about the lighthouse since it’s patrolled.” "
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"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Gaijin\n\n \"While i agree that the lighthouse might be the best spot to setup for it's height advantage it has no LOS to anything interesting at all. Plus the fact that it's patrolled makes it less viable as well. If you are counting on my skills to snipe and i am tied up talking to or taking care of a security patrol at the most inopportune time then it could ruin the entire opperation. Instead i think positioning myself here.\" He puts his large finger right onto her glossy deck screen pointing at the southern crane. \"This might be a better vantage for me to cut off any ground movement as well as getting a shot at our secondary target. Plus if they opted to use the southern canal to escape i can cut that route off as well with a well placed shot to the head of the driver or the engine of the boat depending on its size...\" He trails off thinking, taking a moment to order his thoughts and continues. \"If i could cut the power to the crane or disable it somehow that would help as well. It could take them a while toget it fixed if it was a legitimate problem too. I could sit on the actuating arm or even on the counter weight and have a clear view in every direction except for a minor FOV of about 20 degrees or so where the building blocks LOS. Either ways i still think that crane would be my best bet if you are doing a direct assault to use those LAWs to take out the boat so i can cover your retreat. It also means by the time they figure out where i am i can take out a good number of them and just grapnel accross the chanel to the other side or if i can find a good low-altitude base jump suit i can just jump it and hit the water. It would still be a hard landing but i've had worse.\" \n\nGaijin sits back and lets his ideas sink in for a while. \"If you think those ideas have merit though it means i should get started setting things in motion. Disabling the crane and finding the items i'll need will take a little bit of time.\" "
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"author": "rubakhin",
"message": " Konstantin Rykova \n\nPer Saaya-Ai's orders, Konstantin waits outside the van for Gaijin. The fall air is chilly. Makes him want a cigarette. He wonders if he could bum some off somebody later.\n\nHe glances over his shoulder into the van, wondering idly when Saaya-Ai is going to give him his speedball back.\n\nLooking over maps. Would probably be a minute. Might as well show Viktor around in the meantime.\n\n \"You coming?\" he asks, in Russian."
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"author": "Faithdreamer",
"message": " Saaya-Ai \n\nGood thing she got that clear protector. Her screen was looking so glossy and ultramodern. She wasn’t going to smile for him but, sucker, thought Saaya.\n “Whatever you think a good idea is. I would have liked to drop boxes with it. For an example on the switch working the drawbridge; were you to make the crane break you would get attention. Before he turns black please look around with Rykova-san.” \nWhen she had her deck packed up she had time to look around. With all three men busy with preparations she spoke with Tasaboto-san. She was busy watching the Smuggler as they searched. She got tired eventually and drove away to grab two sleeping bags. Someone with a good memory might remember it. She'd be careful enough to let him do it. After all Tasaboto was a smuggler."
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"author": "Timaoh",
"message": "Gaijin\n\n \"Perhaps... however i was thinking more along the lines of disabling it instead of breaking it. Perhaps then it could be used as you wanted, however i think that might draw more unnecessary attention then perching myself on the counter-weight and taking out key targets with my rifle. If done properly i could cause alot more confusion and chaos with well placed shots then i believe could be caused by needless destruction of a draw-bridge hut whose controls would surely be protected from falling boxes.\" He finishes with a dry tone suggesting what he thinks of her idea of flinging boxes at levers hoping one raises the bridge.\n\n \"We can talk more about all this later. I have some supplies i need to get reguardless of where i end up possitioning myself and a tour to take.\" With that Gaijin climbs out of the van and walks out to see if he can catch up with the others."
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"author": "Faithdreamer",
"message": " Saaya-Ai \n\nBeing a spying sort Saaya thought real spies hated it. There was no way she’d ask for company supplies. Every standard issue stakeout sleeping bag had a standard issue bug. She’d do everything she could so perverts wouldn’t downloaded videos of everyone in their underwear. Cell phones did that it was why Five-sama left them in the van.\n “Blocks that way Blankets and Pillows is having a blowout sale. I can find something innocuous.” Essentially leaving Tasaboto at the curb so he could go into an outdoors store Saaya went searching for trouble. Her occupational field was Housewife. Her mission (she chose to accept it) was finding bedtime accessories. First she converted her entire card so she had spending yen – then it was on to Blankets and Pillows though not necessarily in that order. There were so many options!\nIf Saaya wasn’t careful she might get lost in choices and make a wrong turn into the parking lot.\nCarrying five fluffy pillows and an assortment of fleece throw blankets she somehow lost track of her car. There had to be a fast one somewhere in here...\n\n (2d6)[ 2 ][ 5 ](7) – Untrained Awareness to spot trouble or cameras\n (2d6)[ 4 ][ 2 ](6) – If I’m able Counter-Security to steal a fast car\n (2d6)[ 2 ][ 1 ](3) – Stunt Drive away somewhere near the docks packing bedtime blankets\n\n Chase Rolls just in case\n\n (2d6)[ 4 ][ 2 ](6) \n (2d6)[ 3 ][ 5 ](8) \n (2d6)[ 3 ][ 6 ](9) "
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"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "Misaro raises an eyebrow at some of Saaya's orders and plans, some of which seem a bit far-fetched to him. The girl certainly was proactive though.\n\nThe street samurai disperse, either casually chatting with eachother to pass the time, or looking for supplies to make their job a little easier. When Saaya wants to return to the car later on, she almost slaps herself (if she could do so, since her hands were full with blankets and bed sheets) for forgetting where she parked the car. She looks around for a while, but still can't figure out where exactly she came from. Just as she's getting slightly irritated about not knowing her way around in the area, a thought strikes her: why not simply steal a car?\n\nIt doesn't take long for the young woman to realize that fancy cars, unfortunately enough, aren't parked in this kind of area. She decides to settle for the next best thing: the most pimped out ride in the entire parking lot. Flashy colours, blackened windows, tyres that must have cost a fortune - in short, the type of car to pick up girls with and which would most often be recognized as the source of loud rap music.\n\nSaaya walks up to the car and encircles it, nodding approvingly. Her hands quickly go to work on the car's lock, when suddenly a loud voice can be heard behind her...\n\n \"Hey b*tch! What yo doin' to my car!?\" \n\nSaaya turns around... and finds herself face to face with a broad-shouldered, mean-looking thug in a leather jacket. He's got several piercings and tattoos, and seems to be a particularly rowdy type. He's accompagnied by four of his friends, all of whom look equally physically-imposing.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \n "
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"author": "Faithdreamer",
"message": " Saaya-Ai \n\nAs springy as the shocks bouncing his pimp mobile off the cement Saaya hopped on the roof. She got a satisfying bloink sound for the trouble. Now there was a Saaya-Ai sized depression to add a little oomph to the finish. He even got a flash of her hipsters, flaming fuchsia pink under her skirt.\n “Requisitioning your lady-killer. The payments are late. Unless you want take a job and even the score?” \nShe was staring very crossly at him, knowing he’d see his own face in her glasses. How far could she run?\n “Or we could leave empty-handed and have your fingers snipped as payment. It’s hard eating but you’ve got lots of friends to hold sticks.” "
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"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "For a split second, the thug seems confused. Then he continues in the same angered tone.\n \"I don't know what yo' talking 'bout girl! Get yo punk ass out of here before I break your legs!\" "
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"author": "Faithdreamer",
"message": " Saaya-Ai \n “You’re Mister Kitomaku am I mistaken?” She tilted her head just a little. Reow, predatory!\n “There are only so many disguises you can try.” If she left too eagerly he might run her over."
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"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": "\"Yes, yes.\" Viktor replies, following the other man. \"I am thinking I might need some new clothes, as I am dressed in combat gear and do not look like I am here for your protection. Do you know of anywhere I may be able to find better clothes? And a set of spiked handguards would be nice, but not necessary.\"\n\nWhen they've traveled a short distance from the van, Viktor speaks again, in Russian. \n Spoiler \n\"That is one crazy *****, do you not agree? I think she needs some discipline.\"\n "
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"author": "rubakhin",
"message": " Konstantin Rykova \n \"Da, krome shutok,\" Kostya laughs. A little bit louder than he might have otherwise. It's always a small relief to hear the mother tongue. He wonders how long Viktor's gone without hearing it, if he ever missed it, but despite his open Russian heart, he can't quite work up the nerve to start asking deep questions right off the bat.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"In your size? Dunno. The Japanese are all midgets. Must be a pain in the ass to find clothes in Japan. There's an import shop around here that has a lot of foreign customers, though. I think there might be something. It's like a block away, we can walk.\" \n \n\n\nIt's pretty peaceful here - by Konstantin's estimation, anyway. There are people everywhere, sure. But the breeze is mild. It's not that cold. No frost or rain to slow him down. And the tops of the gray buildings are, as always, deserted. Some of them are so tall that when he looks at them, he gets vertigo - almost like they're swaying in the wind.\n\nHe runs his hands through his hair and takes a breath.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"What part of Russia do you come from? If you don't mind my asking. I'm from Moscow. I mean, I'm from here, I was born here - I'm not a foreigner like the guy said - but I go back to Moscow whenever I can. Like in the summer, I have these friends with this dacha, and ... well, anyway,\" he finishes, embarrassed, looking down at his feet. \"The shop isn't far from here if you want to go right now.\" \n "
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"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": " Viktor \n \n Spoiler \n\"I was raised in a village near Chernobyl, but far enough away that it was not affected by either melt-down. I had been a farm hand, and my parents believed it was my destiny to be such, but I knew better. I knew I could make a career in the military, and I did. But the pay is s***, the work long and hard, and with what I did, the only reward for a job well done is not getting killed by your commander. These companies, they do not know what it means to face difficulty. They do not understand that if you lower your costs in-house, you could afford to pay less, and then, you make more money. So they pay us too much, since they are scared of other companies. It is a system where I can make much profit.\"\n \n\n\nViktor removed his sunglasses, and leaned into talk with the small man. \n Spoiler \n\"My size, is a curse and a blessing. It's all on how I use it. I prefer Japan, though, since in Russia and the America, it draws those who wish to make a name for themselves. What do you think of Gaijin? He is chatty, but professional. He shall be a valuable asset. Although, I do not think I can forgive his country for what they did to ours. Mother Russia is no longer the largest country, now that Canada has annexed parts of America. And can you believe their nerve, claiming those waters next to their Alaskan province as sovereign? Still, though, I've heard of the American behaviour being worse. At least the Canadians are fair.\n\nI am sorry, Konstantin, had I known I would need new clothes, I would have ordered them from my supplier. A new jacket and shirt should be enough, but I would prefer having a pair of those jeans you are fond of wearing.\"\n\nHave you had much contact with those who can speak Russian? I have almost started to think in English, I use it so often. You will never catch me uttering Japanese, though. I find the sound of their language offensive. Although that does not mean I do not understand it. I find when people think that no one can understand them, they are freer with their words than they should otherwise be.\n "
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"author": "rubakhin",
"message": "Konstantin listens intently.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"So, you're like a proletarian or something,\" he says.\n \n\n\nHaving grown up in these cities, he isn't sure what the villages were like. Rural Ukraine makes him think of the old propaganda stories about the collective farms, where life was rough but the people were more human, and the poems by Yevtushenko about the virgin pine forests of Siberia. That kind of thing is so far out of his realm of experience that it all sounds kind of thrilling.\n\nHe doesn't know much about international politics either, for that matter - his adopted mother, being Chechen, had wanted him to have the luxury of ignoring them, something that young Kostya happily took for granted - and just nods at Viktor's estimation, trying to look patriotic.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"I don't know about Gaijin-san,\" he says. \"I think ... \" He tries to muster up a calculating psychological analysis of the near-stranger, a la Dostoevsky, but fails to come up with anything decent. \"I guess he's good at what he does, or else he wouldn't be here with us. That's about all. I don't even know if we can trust him. I haven't really talked to him yet.\" \n\nHe continues, \"There's not a lot of Russians in Tokyo. They mostly come in for a few days on the ferry from Vladivostok, and that's way out in Niigata. It's not easy for us here. The Japanese are afraid of us or something. But there are a few people. There's me and my mom - my adopted mother, I mean - and sometimes my friends will fly out to visit me from Moscow. I miss being around other Russians a lot. You're right. The language is better, the people are better ... \" \n\nHe trails off for a moment, then adds quickly, \"Hey, no, don't apologize, it's fine. I'll take care of it. No problem,\" he says, trying to sound manly and confident. \"And it's just Kostya, if you want.\" \n "
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": " Viktor \n \n Spoiler \n\"You could call me that\", Viktor says while staring at the small man, \"But that is no association that I would wish for. And I can see you are bored by politics, the expression is clear. So I will converse about something else, if you would prefer.\n \n\n\nViktor looks away, and at his surroundings, watching the people move.\n \n Spoiler \n\"This place, it is so busy. They do not take the time to relax. Everything must be done now, or, if possible, earlier. These people do not know the benefits of taking breaks during work. Can you believe the highest suicide rate in the world is in Tokyo? And that's not counting those that kill themselves in other ways. To be home again... That I would not care for. The pay is horrible, unlike here, and the benefits are nonexistent.\"\n\n\"You are ruining yourself with those drugs, you know.\"\n "
},
{
"author": "rubakhin",
"message": "Kostya turns red and looks down at his feet.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"I'm not! I don't do that much. I'm not addicted or anything. Besides, that's why I got this job. I knew I wasn't getting anywhere by dealing. There's no money outside of the corporations.\" \n\nHe sighs. \"I just keep thinking that someday I'll make a killing. Set myself up in Moscow or somewhere. I just don't know how , though. Get in with the mafia or go back to school. You know how it is in Russia. Even the poor can't afford to be poor. But I mean, money isn't everything - it's just - here in Japan I don't know how to live - like, have you been to that Orthodox church? St. Nikolai? I go there and the people are friendly. They trust me. They don't act like I can't speak their language or look at me like I'm a creep. They understand what I mean when I talk about -\nI don't know - the rain in Petersburg, or learning Pushkin as a kid ... \" \n \n\n\nHis voice is earnest, rather than unhappy or nostalgic, and he's talking with his hands, trying to convey these rather complicated ideas all at once.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"Don't you ever miss not having anyone to talk to about the forests or anything?\" He tilts his head in thought. \"I mean, assuming that you don't. Do you have a family or anything?\" \n "
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": " Viktor \n\nViktor looked at the small man with interest, thoughts coming together in his head.\n \n Spoiler \n\"I did not have much experience with the forests of Russia. We came from the plains, and all my military training was conducted in Siberia. However, if you appreciate good forestry, you would love the Canadian Shield, or their mountains. They can almost rival the splendour of Russia.\"\n \n\n\nViktor glanced ahead again, then back to the man. That clothing shop was more than a small walk away.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\"It seems to me, that you do not want to go to Russia. You want to go to what you imagine to be Russia, your idealized home. You can find acceptance anywhere, my young friend, if you simply know where to look. For example, when I was living in the United States, I had my house in a Irish neighbourhood of a coastal city. Normally, they would not have welcomed me, maybe they would not have tolerated me staying there, but I made myself at home, learned their customs, adopted them, and did not show an obvious loyalty to Russia. They welcomed me after I turned down an offer to join a Russian crime syndicate, and even helped me when the same syndicate tried to attack me.\n\nIt is not a matter of where you belong that you will be welcomed, but how you act. If you act Russian, you will only be welcomed in Russia. Despite my size, I can blend into this world, and be accepted as a Japanese, some times so well that people forget I am foreign. Right now, I do not do this, for I am paid better because I am different, because I am not Japanese. If you do not feel that you are welcome where you are, you will never be welcome.\"\n "
},
{
"author": "rubakhin",
"message": "Kostya frowns a little. He knows that, of course, but it still kind of hurts being told.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"Well ... yeah, I guess you're right. But at the same time, I want to act like a Russian because I am a Russian.\" He shrugs. \"Maybe it's just 'cause I'm young. It's normal to want to get out of the nest, right? It would be great to see America someday. Um, or Canada. Or wherever.\" \n \n\n\nAt about that time, they show up at the store. It's a dingy, cluttered little warehouse, filled mostly with mass-produced Japanicana and dust, but there are several rows of clothing racks in the back.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"Just pick out whatever you want,\" says Kostya. \"I'll take care of it.\" \n \n\n\nHe puts his hand into his pockets, fingertips brushing against the reassuring presence of his stash, and goes off to haggle with the cashier."
},
{
"author": "Kaisshau",
"message": " Viktor \n\nBrowsing thru the racks, Viktor looks for anything he can find in his size, hoping to come across a black jacket, grey shirt, and a pair of jeans. Something to make him look like a bruiser, not like a soldier. After Viktor gets his clothing, he looks around for something like a bandana, a head covering of some kind. Walking up to the cashier with Konstantin, he leans in to ask the man a question in Russian.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\"My friend, would you know of a location where I could find some spiked knuckles, or even brass knuckles? I think they would not only assist me in combat, but in my looking the role of your protector.\"\n "
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"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The evening sky is beginning to darken. The sounds of revelry begin to rise from a low murmer after the evening meal hour as the seventh day of the Festival of Freedom begins in the young new capital city of Perax in the Nation of Peraxia. The sounds of bards telling the tales of the final battle for freedom mingle with the first waves of drunken song wafting out of the numerous taverns surrounding the city square. The young wizards of the Towers of Three drift through the crowd, calling forth and shaping the living force of magic flowing through the city into the fires which light the market square. A piercing roar echoes through the throng as the first of the evening scouts departs the Ancients Yard, her shimmering lavender wings reflecting the fading light as a myriad of shafts of light bouncing off her scales onto the people filling the market and the dances begin. Men in the latest fashions twirl their ladies and sweethearts. The Elves wander here and there, sampling the goods of the market, some offering their voices to compliment those of the other races already singing their tales. Orcs stand here and there, some watching quietly, just waiting for the final notice of deliveries made to their ships waiting in the harbor until they return to them and the seas they have come to love. Others join the revelry, enjoying the extra potent spirits brewed by the Dwarves of Battleheart Home specially for tonights celebration. The city and her people celebrate and everything and everyone are at peace. The view through the wide window at the front of the Drooling Skulls second floor offer the best view of the market of any tavern in the city.\n The serving maids have traded their simple brown togas, for ornate and embroidered colored togas, saved all year for this weeks celebrations, their feet a blur as they dance between the tables, flashing smiles and dodging groping hands as they begin clearing the evening platters and begin filling mugs. They open the side doors leading out onto the wide balcony overlooking the market square and some of the people inside walk outside to watch the celebration, others remain seated, but through it all everything and everyone are at peace...at least on the surface. Beneath it all, like a fell scent it wafts through the open doors, and up the stairs, it fills the room and sours the taste of the ale, wine, and mead. Strange that so many seem immune to the scent...the scent of foreboding...the scent of impending doom...the scent of death....and yet...the celebration continues."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " http://www.rpgwebprofiler.net/view.php?id=59424 \n\nA white haired man sits amongst the revelers, a glass of fine wine in hand and a look of concentration on his face.\n\nHe was a curiousity. He had white hair, yet he was merely 30 years old, evident in his profile. He was not particularly muscular or strong, yet he exuded a firm aura of will, wit, and logic. He sat among the drunkards and braggarts, yet he did not join in with them, merely sitting there and concentrating.\n\nIf one could penetrate those almost emotionless eyes one could sense just a little bit of disgust and contempt in them. If one could penetrate deeper, one would know that this man, Aemos Savant, was a wizard. Not too powerful, not too weak...just a disgruntled wizard, wondering at why the Empire sent him here of all places.\n\nHe briefly noted that there was an odd smell in the air, but he casually dismissed it as one of his fellow partygoers."
},
{
"author": "dragon_masterd",
"message": "A Halfling In a Green traveling outfit sits by the bar calmly as he empties his pint of beer. You see that he has a bow around his back, and 2 daggers in leather sheaths around his belt. He obviously was a ranger."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "((So...where's everyone else?))"
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "OOC: Sorry, internet was down.\n\nIn one corner sits a young man with disheveled blonde hair. His robes looks dusty from travel, and the man himself looks weary from more than just his travels. He wears long flowing garments, and a silver necklace hangs down his chest. Presumably a cleric, but seemingly young for one of such profession.\n\nVeritas studies the room around, largely trying to ignore the noise and bustle. I Just had to come into town on the festival day didn't I? he muses silently to himself. Veritas had never much liked crowds. Bad things could happen with so many men gathered. But nevertheless, this tavern was as good as any other in the town, and Veritas was tired.\n\nHe absently sniffed the air, taking in the aromas of the food and drink. The air was also tinged with the sharp smell of sweat that happens with every gathering of people. And something else... Veritas sat up with a start as he recognized the underlying scent. A smell he knows well. Too well."
},
{
"author": "dragon_masterd",
"message": "No one expects it, but this \"Calm\", \"Timid\", and Chaotic Evil Halfling ranger takes out his two daggers and threatens the bartender for 100 Gp.\n\n\n\n\n\nIntimidate Check: [1d20-2]=3 😡"
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{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As the revelry continues outside on the balcony, those few remaining indoors become the focus of the few serving maids not swept up into the throng on the balcony.\n A young human woman glides up to the elderly mans table and she starts a bit as she realizes he is actually much younger than his white hair suggested. \"Refresh your wine for you, sir?\" \n\n Across the room opposite the balcony and adjacent to the stairs the bartender, a rather heavyset human with a bald head and small piggish eyes glances at the halfling threatening him with the daggers. With a smile and a slight chuckle he shakes his head, sending his heavy jowls to wobbling. \"I'm afraid I won't be giving you any money sir, but I must say I enjoy a good laugh now and then and for that...\" He reaches behind the bar and pours a tall mug of clear liquid, and slides it across the bar. \"...a tall mug o me special brew. That oughta put you in a more festive mood.\" With that he turns and continues filling orders and cleaning up.\n\n From the stairs a dust covered figure cloaked in heavy traveling robes brushes by the man standing near the entrance rubbing his necklace. With a slight grunt of irritation he moves past him and to the bar. Moving up near the halfling he urns and begins looking over the thinning crowd, from beneath his cloaks hood."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "The white-haired man briefly peers into the maid's face with strikingly silver eyes and gives only a nod, holding out his glass (and reaching into his moneybag if the wine needs paying)."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "She smiles at the mans striking eyes and pours the glass full, accepting the copper piece she glances up to search for another less morose customer to focus her attentions on. Her eyes catch sight of the man in the cloak near the halfling and her eyes widen in surprise and a hint of fear dances through her hazel pupils before she twirls around, taking her pitcher of wine out of the room and onto the balcony."
},
{
"author": "dragon_masterd",
"message": "Belkar Nods his head with an angry frown on his face. \"D*** Bartender. If I ever Come back here, as soon as he turns his back...\" He says under his breath. Just to blow off some steam, he goes outside to try to kill an innocent Bystander"
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "After recognizing the stench, Veritas once again glances around the room, surveying the patrons around him. None seem to notice the stench... Either that or they simply had good control of their faces and postures.\n\nHis eyes roving over the bar, Veritas frowns at the little halfling's poor attempt to threaten the bar tender. He tenses, wishing to be ready if a fight breaks out. maybe to stay... maybe to run. Veritas didn't much like fighting. He settles back upon seeing the barkeeps deft handling of the situation. He smiles at the halfling's obvious annoyance at the reaction he received.\n\nFinally his eyes come to rest on the cloaked and hooded man sitting near the enraged halfling at the bar. His expression narrows as he studies the man.\n\n A suspicious figure if ever I saw one... \n\nShrugging, he raises his hand and beckons for a barmaid to come over, and orders an ale."
},
{
"author": "dragon_masterd",
"message": "Belkar comes back inside, looking content, and wiping the bloodstains from his dagger with a cloth. He walks over to Veritas, with a friendly smile on his face. Hello, I'm Belkar Bitterleaf, How are you? I'll buy you a drink. He calls for the maid and buys 2 mugs, and 2 gallons of ale. Those are for the road. He points to the gallon."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas's eyes momentarily widen as the halfling approaches him; though he quickly manages to recompose himself.\n\n\" Good evening sir Belkar... A drink would be quite nice, thank you. \"\n\nAt the offer of a drink, Veritas' hand changes from a beckoning motion to shooing one, dismissing the tavern maid who had started for him.\n\nVeritas raised an eyebrow at the two large jugs of ale, but chooses to say nothing about it.\n\nHe returns his attention to Belkar, and inquires, \" What brings you to these parts? \""
},
{
"author": "Lucky",
"message": "((Sorry, haven't been feeling too well recently.))\n\n Tor'qua Del'ack \n\nA large man is seen wandering among the crowds, standing well above the average citizen. A large sword is strapped on his right shoulder, with his backpack hanging from his left. The metal of his chain mail seems to glisten in the fading light. A black, crescent moon rests on either temple, just below his unkempt brown hair.\n\nHe seems to wander without purpose, his eyes quickly moving from one event to another, starstruck with the proceedings around him."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "The wizard stares at the duo, a violent halfling and a young man who seemed to be some kind of cleric. Before he can decide to do anything, however, he finally notices the smell and finally tries to discern its location. He rises up, readjusting the cloth that covered his mouth and pulling his robes out form the chair. The burly man who lumbers in is casually noted."
},
{
"author": "dragon_masterd",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Whiplord \n What brings you to these parts?[/COLOR]\" \n \n\nOh...Business, you could say. I am looking for a group of adventures for a party."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The bartender glances up from his mug at the halfling returning wiping his blades clean of what the tender prays isn't blood. He shrugs to himself and continues about the bar, pointedly ignoring the cloaked figure.\n\nThe barmaid veers away from the angry little halfling and his new found companion and instead turns to the tall young man with the unmistakable look of a new visitor to the city. She wanders up to him, smiling prettily and inquires as to whether he needs a drink.\n\nThe cloaked figures left hand slides up his wrist to itch a scratch..his gaze drifting over to the young man, and the elderly appearing gentleman sitting alone. His gaze pauses on the white haired man for a moment longer than proper and he seems to release a slow sigh. The tender notices the cloaked mans gazing at the young man and the elderly gentleman and coughs softly, gesturing for the young man to come closer. He then looks to the elderly man and gestures again. His head tilting to the far side of the bar, furthest away from the cloaked figure.\n\n {13_CBS: Please roll a SPOT check} "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Rolling spot check:\n\n (1d20+2)[ 15 ] "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As the cloaked figure scratches his wrist the wizard notices a ring on his finger, it's center set with a half granite half ruby gem. The ring seems to tickle a memory of some forgotten lore.\nAs the image flows through your memories you immediately know it's meaning is not pleasant.\n\n{13_CBS: roll KNOWLEDGE:ARCANA check}"
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Knowledge: arcana check:\n\n (1d20+8)[ 26 ] "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "{Knowledge check results sent via PM}"
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "The wizard's memory sparks and his eyes widen for the briefest of moments at the thoughts that rush into his head.\n\n So...the Order is here. Though what they find from this hive of scum and villany remains to be seen.\n\nI should keep close watch on this ring bearer. \n\nThe wizard acts mostly as normal, except that now his silver eyes flicker towards the Order member from time to time, keeping track of the mysterious one's every movement."
},
{
"author": "dragon_masterd",
"message": "Belkar looks into Veritas's eyes and says. \"I've stated my business, whats yours?\" He looks back down into his mug of beer."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " http://www.rpgwebprofiler.net/view.php?id=59462 \n\nA quite normal looking man also remains behind, though it seems he is quite drunk. The only markings about this man that seem to be at all different would be the masterful hilts of two short swords at his side. He sits down, without regard, at the obvious wizard's table.\n\n \n\"So..uh...*takes a drink*...ya play bones?\" "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "The wizard almost jumps at the sudden intrusion. He regains his composure in an instant and turns his strange, emotionless eyes towards the \"drunkard\".\n\n I do not, he says in a voice like gears grinding, I am in the middle of something. Leave me be. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The man leans in while taking out some dice, seemingly oblivious to the answer in the negative.\n\nAs he leans in closer, he whispers, \"Your wizardly arrogance aside, I think two of us at a table is better than one at seperate tables. The air smells of danger, and this stranger reaks.\" \n\nHe then proceeds to put a silver down on the table, continuing his motion from before, and in an obnoxiously loud voice he says \"Uh...yer bet!\" "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "The wizard looks ever so slightly impressed. His eyes go back to the cloaked man while he mutters from the side of his mouth, Impressive charade, and more impressive senses. Very well. Do keep an eye out for that cloaked one with the ring, however...he is a member of the Order. The Order of Ricta, that is. \n\nThe wizard straightens up and in a louder voice he says, Very well, wretch, I shall roll you under the table. I raise 2 gold. He keeps a wary eye out for the cloaked man."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas yanks his eyes away from the newcomer with the shortswords, and returns his attention nervously to the little halfling.\n\n\" Me? Oh... I just travel wherever the winds take me. I'm not so sure about the whole adventuring thing. \""
},
{
"author": "dragon_masterd",
"message": "Ah, Well why don't you try something new? Join Me!"
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas sighs, and speaks in a calm tone. \" Master Belkar, what would we do? We are two people, with no adventure in sight! We can't even hunt down criminals, as the only crime I've seen comitted tonight was done by you. \""
},
{
"author": "dragon_masterd",
"message": "We could gather more followers! And we can find an adventure, or one will turn up! I insist that you join me, Veritas!"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Following the charade a bit more, Silv proceeds.\n\n \"Two gold! I only wanted to be a silver piece! You think me a baron or such?\" He digs into his pouch, and pulls out another coin. \"I'll see your two gold with my two silver!\" \n\nHe leans in, and rolls those bones. Speaking softly to the wizard, \"I believe that old drunkard of a tavern keep motioned you over. You better see what he wants. I'll watch your back.\" \nEver the opportunist, Silv takes the opportunity of whispering to slyly change the dice to a seven, obviously a win.\n\n \"I win! Drinks on the wizard!\" "
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas gives a small laugh at the Belkar's obvious enthusiasm. \" Very well, Master Belkar. Consider us partners for a time, and we'll see what turns up. I warn you though, I don't plan on sticking around long if nothing turns up. I have better things to do than mope around a town uselessly. \"\n\nVeritas glances over to the table with the old wizard and the newcomer. His eyebrows raise as he sees the newcomer quickly turn the die."
},
{
"author": "dragon_masterd",
"message": "So.. How about Them Two? They look like they have some experience in the field."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas quickly glances over at Belkar before returning his eyes to the two dice players.\n\n\" You are welcome to approach them if you wish. Although I myself am too timid, and I am not sure how they will treat your approach. \""
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Before he leaves, the wizard mutters, I was hoping to find out what the barkeeper wanted of me, but then that cloaked one appeared...I shall go to him now. \n\n\nWhen he rises, he uses a wisp of magic to turn the dice over again. He says loudly, Incorrect sir, drinks are on the young man. "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The tender smiles as the white haired man stands and begins walking towards him. A clear sign of relief washes over his face.\n\nThe cloaked figure shifts slightly, his head moves ever so slightly as he scans the room and the personages moving in and out of the balcony area. He watches the white haired man stand and continues his search. His gaze lingers again on the young man with the markings on his face. The he whips his head around quickly to the stairs as a shrill screech races up their twisting flight, as he turns the cowl of his cloak ruffles lightly and his face is visible for a moment to anyone watching. A hard chin set below a stern mouth. His lips seem frozen in a grimace. His nose is hawklike and shows signs of numerous breaks. The most stunning thing about him though is his eyes. If eyes are windows to the soul then his have seen the depths of hell and had the image burned into his very soul. His entire face is dirty from travel, but through the grime a wicked scar runs the length of his right cheek, looking as though some fell creatures drug it's talon down his face.\n\nThe shrill shout was in fact a serving wench rushing to the bar complaining loudly of some rogue with busy hands who'd flipped her skirt while she was cleaning a spill downstairs. The tender tries gamly to hide his smile and fails, only infuriating the woman that much more. He tells her to go and bring the man to him and he'll sort it out. She turns and retreats downstairs again. A loud cheer rises from below as she reenters the room."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas' attention snaps in the direction of the screech, and he sits up straighter . He settles back down some when he finds out the true cause, but tension still lines his face and figure. Quickly scanning the room, he seess the cloaked man looking around, and the the old man, presumably a Wizard, heading towards the bar.\n\n I have no good feelings about the cloaked one... The wizard obviously knows something about him, and he doesn't expect it to go well... I have no idea what I can do, but perhaps I shall head up there as well. \n\nLooking outwardly calm, Veritas slowly pushes his chair back, and stands, waving discreetly for the halfling to stay put. He saunters up to the bar, and sits down, looking at the wizard, the cloaked man, and the bartender in turn. He flashes what he hopes is a disarming smile and says,\n\n\" Thought I'd get a little change of scenery, you know? I'll take another ale if you please bartender.\" He pulls out the necessary coppers and shoves them across the bar. He looks around at the others again, continuing to flash his smile. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nIf you think it's necessary, I'll make a diplomacy check.\n Diplomacy - (1d20+4)[ 6 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The tender nods with a pleasant smile at the young man as he wanders up. He pours an ale and passes it to the young man, he takes the copper and slides it beneath the bar. He takes an empty glass down and wipes his forehead before digging at the bottom of the glass, trying to get something out of it. His eyes dart to the cloaked man occasionally and then back between the young man and the white hairded fellow.\n\nThe cloaked man pushes away from the bar and wanders out to the balcony, his left hand resting on a lump beneath his cloak, near where a swords hilt would be. His other hand, the ring bearing hand he uses to gently guide people out of his way as he works his way through the crowd."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas takes the ale and sips at it, watching the cloaked man leave. Turning back he addresses the Wizard.\n\n\" Greetings sir, my name is Veritas Nox, a wandering Cleric in the service of my lord Pelor. I obviously was not the only one to notice that that man was...suspicious. Do you know anything? \""
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " So you notice it as well, says the white haired man, sipping at his wine. He briefly looks down, prods the wine with his finger, and flavors with another wisp of magic*.\n\n I am Aemos Savant, Imperial field wizard. The Empire sent me here for...investigation. I cannot say why. But perhaps that cloaked man that both of us suspect is that reason. There is not much I can say about my...companion, there playing dice. He points towards the young man with the two swords and, taking another sip, he leans closer.\n\n Know you of the Order of Ricta, and the demonic portal to the north east? \n\n((OOC: * = the \"spell\" is so minor that it doesn't even register as prestidigitation...unless you want it to.))"
},
{
"author": "dragon_masterd",
"message": "So, Aemos, Why don't you and your not-quite-sober friend join veritas and I? This looks like an adventure, anyway."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos peers down (and quite far down) at the halfing. If you don't mind me, I have someone to investigate here. I may join you in the future, but for now, either help me investigate or stop drawing attention to us. He says the last part with a bit of ice in his voice."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas listens carefully to Aemos. \" Pleased to make your acquaintance Wizard Aemos. As for my companion, \" a gesture to the halfling, \" I can't say much for him either...but...we seem to be together for now. I am sure he could be persuaded to discreetly help. \"\n\n\" As for helping, do you have any specific plan of action? I would be happy to help you investigate, although I'm afraid I have little skill in anything but healing. \""
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " A practitioner of the divine arts? You will be quite useful. Bring your halfling if you wish. \n\nAemos glances at the Order of Ricta member before he mutters to Veritas.\n\n I am Aemos Savant, Imperial field wizard. I was sent here by the Empire to investigate anything unusual, and this \"unusual\" thing would be the Order of Ricta's presence here. As for investigations...we shall watch his moves. For now. \n\nHe then turns to the barkeep and says, My time is short, my ward is getting away. Is there something you needed? "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The tender politely keeps his distance from the gentlemen holding their conversation until the white haired man addresses him. He moves to the bar, and leans far over it to softly speak to the man. \"Forgive my intrusion and rudeness with the gesture, but I've been around long enough to spot you for a Lundan and a new arrived Lundan at that. Your friends carry the air of unfamiliarty with Perax and so I thought for a small price I might be persuaded to depart a large helping of very useful information\" He glances out at the balcony to ensure the Rictan hasn't started back. \"My information may well be the differance between you and your friends freedom and certain imprisonment at the Dead Wall\" He again nervously glances at the balcony where a the Rictan has managed to seperate a young man of around 17 from his friends. He seems to be listening raptly as the cloaked figure speaks to him, nodding enthusiastically now and then. The barkeep mutters under his breath. \"poor bastard.\" "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " NAme your price, bartender. And what is this Dead Wall you speak of? A public execution square? "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": " \"A gold should set my tongue free.\" He raises a bushy eyebrow at the question. \"The Dead Wall is the wall north of Ricta. The only thing between civilized living and the realm of the dead armies. Word is, the archmages have begun to reorganize their armies for another attack on the realm. I've heard they've even managed to establish holds in various cities around the continent in an attempt to subvert the wall from this side.\" He draws a slow breath and his eyes dart again to the Rictan, his fingers drum lightly on the bartop, waiting for his pay.\nThe young man is now nodding vigorously and the Rictan has presented a scroll, he unfurls before the young man, pointing at a spot he passes a slender sliver of silver to the young man. As those few watching this happen see, the young man pricks his finger and smears the blood across the bottom of the scroll."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Hmm...that explains much...my thanks, tender. He flips the bartender a piece of gold. While he does so, however, he casually glances at the mysterious scroll...\n\nKnowledge: Arcana check (1d20+8)[ 15 ] "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The tender catches the gold and deposits it into his apron, he begins to speak his piece when he sees the white haired man look aside. He then begins earnestly. \"You and the others must leave the city immediately, maybe even leave Perax. The council has decreed that all those of Lundan loyalty still within the city, as well as every other non-citizen must submit themselves to a tour on the Dead Wall, in exchange Ricta is cutting taxes on goods being shipped from the island to Perax. The new code takes effect this night, the last night of the festival of freedom. He's seen your faces and marked you as strangers, likely he's already picked the odd few to submit to the decree. If you value your life & freedom flee the city tonight. You can tell by the redness of his face he is growing angry at his words. \" Those wall riding sons-a-whores stole away my boy the same as they're stealing that boy's very life. He points at the young man, now bowing to the Rictan who gives him a gentle squeeze on the shoulder."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " How perturbatory...the Emperor must hear of this. \n\nHe turns to Veritas, and says, You sought an adventure? Where the winds take you? Then come with me, for these foul winds theaten to carry us all off. I will need your protection, and you will need mine. He glances at the two-sword fighter.\n\n I will bring him along as well. "
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas glances nervously between the bartender and the Wizard. \" I can't say I have any desire to end up on this dead wall. And seeing how I have thrown my lot in with you... Well, I trust your judgment. You make the decision sir Wizard. \""
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Hmm...a wizard leading a group in the field...we shall be seeing pigs enchanted with the Fly spell next.\n\nLet us consult with our twin sword fighter here. He beckons Silv over to the bar."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The tender shrugs accepting the dismissal. He returns to working at the bar, turning only when the noise downstairs grows excessively rowdy or disturbingly quiet, with each the dull roar of the crowd returns and he busys himself at the bar, serving drinks as requested.\n\nThe Rictan finishes with the boy and turns to walk towards another individual sitting alone, sipping a glass of wine and reading a book in a far corner alone.\n\nThe balcony is suddenly lit up with the beginning of the evening fire show. Wizards and Sorcerers in the councils employ begin unleashing vast and stunning demonstrations of their power. Using the writhing, shining fire shapes to reenact the story of Perax's turns of tyrannical rule by Lundan, it's eventual upheaval, and the new nations birth."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv, now putting on a show of playing dice with himself, ends the game once it seems the conversation ends. He picks himself up, as well as his *winnings*, and heads to the bar.\n\n \"My name is Silv, and I for one do not wish to end up on this dead wall. I will come with you *he looks at the two at the bar*, especially since there's now a priest. You will need my swords at any rate.\" \nHe then flips a gold piece in his hand, and lays it on the bar.\n\n \"It's only fair.\"\n\n\"Where to?\" "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Our main objective should be to stay low. It would be unwise to be caught and thrown out of here, especially now.\n\nOur other objective, however, is to investigate the Order of Ricta member there, no doubt recruiting more to his grim cause. Normally, my superiors would have no problems with this sort of thing, but lately...let us say that the Order of Ricta has become suspicious.\n\nI am a field wizard, however, not an investigator. I travel about to look for information and arcane secrets, not to delve into the matter of business such as this. However...I think it would unwise to leave this Ricta member unattended.\n\nIs anyone else here skilled in the art of spying and subterfuge? I regret to say that my skills lie in magic, not in investigations. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv sighs as though he has been through this a thousand times before.\n\n I of course can follow him. Question is, why don't we just leave? I mean, if I follow him and he sees me, I'm off to this dead wall or worse. We would be far better off just leaving this damnable place.\n\nOf course, we could always kill him too, if he's that much trouble. "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Unacceptable. My duty is to the Empire. Protocol demands that I investigate this peculiar incident with the Order. I cannot move my hand too blatantly, in case it turns out that we were mistaken. And I assure you that one does not gain the enimity of the Order, for doing so means gaining the enimity of all in the land. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Now see, that's the kind of thing I need to know! But you still haven't answered the question of why? Why would I stick my neck out to investigate this when leaving would be so much easier? "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Noted. I can personally request to the Emperor to reward you greatly. However, I am, again, a field wizard. There is not much down payment I can provide you, other than perhaps adventure and an opportunity to have safety in numbers. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv actually seems to smile at that answer.\n\n\"Now those are the reasons I came here in the first place. I guess taking a quick peak wouldn't hurt.\"\n\n\"Where would you like to meet?\"\n\n\n//After the answer is given on where to meet and when, Silv will head off and follow the member of the order until the time is up or he can no longer follow. He will use the buildings, and mostly the crowd as cover as much as he can.\n Move Silently - (1d20+8)[ 10 ] \n Hide - (1d20+8)[ 26 ] "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Let us all meet somewhere quiet. I have heard that ther is a meditative garden hereabouts. "
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas glances between the two, watching the exchange unfold. Once it ends, he seems to gather the courage to speak.\n\n\" I will go along, regardless of pay. If what I hear is true, my Lord Pelor would have me investigate this. And it seems my healing may be needed. \"\n\nHe sighs, and stops speaking for a second, looking more within that without. Finally, he breaks his silence, \" After all, I have sworn to not allow death of the innocent and good on my watch! \" The final statement is delivered in a rush, and he though he still looks nervous, he appears more resolute for having delivered the statement."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The Rictan confronts the lone man in the corner with the same result, save this man seems much less pleased with the appointment, regardless, he signs the same contract and departs with the boy. The Rictan continues through the crowd, finally finishing his rounds he begins to leave, drawing up to the three gentlemen at the bar holding a hushed conversation. He looks over each of you and his eyes seem to bore into your soul while revealing nothing except the deep scars of the soul. He nods to each of you, finally coming to rest his eyes on the mage. He offers a slight inclination of his head and whispers, his voice rough and carrying a weariness, \"I pray your betters find a way to overcome their bitterness and contribute to the safety of the realms, instead of hiding behind their walls like spoiled children who have their favorite toy taken from them. Your...\" , he sighs before continuing, \"...emporer's arrogance and his peoples blind faith will be the final downfall of the once brilliant star that was Lundan. Until that day, I have no desire for Lundans or their associates to serve with me on the Wall.\" He turns, without waiting for a reply and moves down the stairs to leave the inn and report back to his commander.\n\n{Silv follows the Rictan easily through the crowds. His passing is marked by a wide berth by the fastival goers. He travels south passing the city grove and on to the dock ward. Upon arriving their he approaches a warehouse being guarded by two similarly dressed men. A large gathering of people are assembled out front and being addressed by several other Rictans. Four large wagons, tethered to massive horses, easily several arms lengths larger than the local breeds. Their hair is long and shaggy and well tended. The horses snort occasionally sniffing the wind and pawing the ground. The wagons are lined with benches and all are empty save the last which is being loaded with various goods and materials.}"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv studies the situation a moment, ingraining it to memory.\n If I would have known they had a staging area I would have just said so... \n\nSilv then breaks away, and heads down an out of the way alley. He then makes his way to the grove that was agreed upon to report his findings.\n\n--------\n\nUpon arrival, Silv greets the others with a grim face. Nodding to each, he attempts to report his findings.\n This member of the order is obviously part of the recruiting process, as we could tell from the tavern. He met up with two others at a staging area not far away. There are massive horses and wagons, and the wagons have benches that are all but empty except supplies. A crowd gathers there, those poor bastards. Not sure what you want to do about this, if anything. \n\nAfter his report, Silv grabs his waterskin and takes a deep pull. He sits there, thinking to himself and waiting for a response.\n Putting your life in danger for some nonsense is pretty stressful. "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The City Grove is an expansive garden of trees inside the city walls. Made up of three layers, the lower level is the caverns...a very cool and concealed place favored by young lovers and older shady dealings, it's cool stone paths lead the walker on a twisted turning walk under enchanted ceilings which allow the observor to gaze up at one of the ponds from level two, the second layer is the ground level, spotted with flowers and ponds filled with golden fish and shade from the trees above, the third level is reached by suspended rope bridges, a walk through the tree branches along wooden platforms and occasionally the trees branhes themselves. The grove was inspired by the coming together of the races during the war of the dead, commisioned by an unnamed noble, it has been grown and tended to by a Druid and Ranger from the the nobles family ever since, even the current guardians can trace their lineage to the first.\n\nThe festivities are subdued within the grove, not by reverance or the attempts by the festival goers, the grove itself is enchanted and each tree and hedge grown to minimize sounds traveling. The center of the grove consists of a circle meditation garden, it's walls made of stone overgrown with ivy and it's ceiling open to the night sky. No others are in the meditation circle save the three of you, until Silv returns to report his findings. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " What say you mage? You're the one making my recommendation, after all. \nAfter a second of quick thinking, Silv pipes up, yet again.\n\n I vote attack. I saw three outside. There may have been more inside. But we might be able to incite the crowd. They don't want to become the walking dead anymore than you want them to be. "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Interesting...\n\nProtocol dictates that I report to my nearest superior, who is stationed in a small hut just outside this city. I am to recieve my orders from that person. It is likely that I will be sent to investigate this matter, possibly by following the Order all the way to the Dead Wall.\n\nIt is your choice to follow me. I should remind you that, should we survive all of this and it turns out that we have uncovered something sinister, all of you will be greatly rewarded, perhaps by the Emperor himself, for your service to the Empire. If you do not follow me...then I cannot guarantee your safety from the hands of either the Ricta or...the Empire. \n\nHe considers Silv's recommendation.\n\n It may be wiser to investigate further. The Order is popular to those whose love ones they do not press into service. Attacking them outright may have dire consequences, and should the Order find out and come down upon us, not even the Emperor himself could save us then. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Again, it'd be your recommendation that would make me some gold, so I'll accompany you at least until it stops being interesting.\n\nSo, let's take that priest and those other fellows and get moving to that hut.\nWe don't want to cross paths with these people if we don't have to since it won't be on our terms. "
},
{
"author": "Lucky",
"message": " Tor-qua \n((Sorry guys, but I'm having trouble getting long posts up, I can only stare at my monitor so long before my head starts to hurt.\nAlso, sorry about this tiny bit of metagaming, but I need to get my ass into this party somehow. 😛))\n\nTor-qua, while very interested in the exciting events around him, is rather overwhelmed by this mass of people, and decides to head to a quieter area. He remembers overhearing a young couple speak of the City Grove, and decides that where he would rather be, completely unaware of the events going on within it.\n\nUpon arrival at the Grove he notices the four figures in the meditation circle and decides for the moment to think little of them, but does his best to listen in. He still does not have full comprehension of life with cities and towns, and his curiosity overcomes him.\n\n((Listen= (1d20+5)[ 7 ] ))"
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "((Good to see you, Lucky!\n\nI guess I'll roll a listen check to see if Aemos detects you snooping.))\n\n (1d20+2)[ 19 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "//Spot check to notice: Spot - (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \n\n//If Silv spots someone...\n So mage...were you expecting company? \nSilv then slowly and deliberately points out Torq-a.\n\n//If Silv does not spot someone\nHe continues waiting for the mage's decision, impatiently of course."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas continues to stand quietly, although his face blanches at the mention of attack, only settling a little when Aemos seems to reject the suggestion.\n\n(( Spot - (1d20+2)[ 7 ] Listen - (1d20+2)[ 18 ] ))\n\n//If he hears or sees the intruder\n\"It seems we have company, sirs.\"\n\n//If not, he continues to stay silent for the time being, waiting for the others to reach a descision."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As you (Tor'Qua) move through the grove you hear voices coming from the meditation garden. As you turn to focus on the voices and see their owners your elbow catches a rose bushes thorn, it swings back swiftly after pulling free and causes the bush to rustle. Aemos, Veritas and Silv both hear the rustling of the bush although the cause cannot be determined in the shadows of the trees, though Silve does catch the glint of a fire show overhead bursting into light shadowing a figure standing just beyond the low wall near the surrounding roses.\n\n\n{PS. Welcome back Lucky!}"
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos immediatly breaks off the conversation and asks, I sense your presence. Reveal yourself. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv instinctively reaches for his short swords, drawing them out in one smooth motion. He looks over to the bushes and looks straight at Veritas.\n It certainly seems we do. \nHe begins stalking over to where the noise came from, ready to jump on any intruder with his twin blades."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos immediatly motions for Silv to sheathe his swords. He whispers, Do not threaten him. For all he knows, we are merely partygoes trying to cool down from the festivities here. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv looks back with a frustrated look on his face.\n\n Too late for that, my swords are out. It can assumedly hear us. I'd rather be prepared than not. \n\nBut, seemingly, Silv takes the words to heart...at least a little bit. He stands where he is, ready to pounce like a cat on whatever's rustling. He beckons to the brush.\n\n Come out now, the mage here won't be able to stop my impulses for too long. "
},
{
"author": "Lucky",
"message": " Tor-qua \n\n((Excellent!))\n\nAs he hears Aemos address him, Tor-qua freezes. Realizing he's outnumbered, he determines it would simply be best to do as the man says. Taking a few short, slow steps, he walks into a clearing and catiously reveals himself to the gathering of people."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " NAme yourself and your purpose here. "
},
{
"author": "Lucky",
"message": " Tor-qua \n My given name is Tor-qua. I came here for some peace. He speaks slowly and calmly, his hands raised about level with his hand, showing that no weapon occupy them, but his sword and bow on his back, as well as the morningstar on his belt show clearly."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv sheathes his swords, apparently accepting the answer. Or, more than likely, confident that they will be in his hands again if needed.\n\n You'll find no peace here intruder. There is no peace anywhere in these parts. Of course, there is always the ultimate peace, but I think we're all trying to avoid that for now. "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The fire shows above the city begin to pick up pace and become even more elaborate and colorful, waves of flame in every conceivable color begin to swirl and take the shape of two advancing armies one on each side of the night sky. They form into long lines of warriors, archers, dragons, and cavalry before charaging together, you can almost hear the drumming of horses hooves as they charge together and you realize you can, some illusion being played over the show and only audible now as the entire city seems to stop and become silent to fully immerse themselves in the action. The shapes crash together and the carnage even through the medium of flames is immense, as dragons fall burning from the sky and the armies surge and retreat and counter again and again until one side is finally overrun and the entire city seems to release a cheer, the sound is almost painful as the cheer rises and peaks before finally dying down as the fire shapes begin to dissipate, like embers floating away on a camp fires brreze. The end of the battle signifies the end of the official festival week."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Well, you just KNOW that was a diversion for something. Whatever it was, it can't be good.\n\n\nI thought I heard something about this Order marching after the festival. "
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas settles from the tense stance he had taken on hearing the rustling upon seeing the man step out, seeming to mean no harm. His attention is again momentarily diverted by the amazing fireworks show, but after it ends, he nods somberly at Silv\n\n\" While that was certainly impressive, it would seem an opportune time to leave... And us not yet having decided what to do. Well, if we do decide to leave, which seem likely whatever else we choose, I merely ask that we stop back by the inn. My ass is currently stabled there, and I would be loathe to leave her behind. \""
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Well, mage. What are we to do? \n\nAs Silv says this, he peers over to the Newcomer.\n\n Yes...what are we to do? "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " What we are going to do depends entirely upon how willing our...newcomer...is to follow us.\n\nTell me, are you interested in recieving a great reward from the Emperor of Lundan? "
},
{
"author": "Lucky",
"message": " Tor-qua \n The Emperor of Lundan? His words are filled with curiosity, but even more with awe."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Yes, the emperor. Now, will you join us? If you do not, we will kill you. We cannot risk endangering our task. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "As the mage mentions the inevitable, Silv takes his swords back out in a flash.\n\n He's not joking. But do not join us lightly either. Now stop standing dumbstruck and answer the question. Yes or no?! \n\n//If the newcomer decides to join quickly, silv quickly puts his blades away and follows the mages orders for what to do\n\n//If the newcomer still takes a bit to decide, Silv steps forward to...hurry the decision making process along\n\n//If the newcomer refuses to join, well...that can go unspoken 😡"
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas laughs nervously at the death threats. \" They're actuially pretty nice once you get to know them... \""
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As the four of you converse working out the details of your new situation. Several sets of footsteps can be heard moving along one of the stone paths toward you. The unmistakable sound of metal armor clinking accompanies the footsteps. You all hear the noise as the group is making no effort to conceal their movements. From over a small crest of a nearby hill you see torchlight spill over into the area, illuminating a group of five well armed persons. They draw up a bit and peer through the dim light over at the four of you. The one holding the torch steps forward, his hand coming up in an open palm hail, as he speaks, \"Ho there, the festival is over and the council has decreed a curfew for the rest of the night. All persons are to report immediately to their home or domicile or be escorted out of the city if they do not have the means to aquire said domicile.\" He wears the distinctive golden braid around his left shoulder of a captain of the guard. He wears a highly polished suit of half-plate and the hilt of the sword at his side is well worn with use. The captain and three others are humans, the last is full orc, he carries a heavy axe over his shoulder and a great horn in his other hand, ready to signal at the slightest hint of trouble. The captains eyes wander over the group before him waiting an acknowledgment or argument against the decree."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "The wizard whispers to his companions, we have no need to stay in this city any longer. Our target has moved on and my superior is outside the city. I would be wise to comply. "
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas nods towards the wizard to show he understands, and then turns to face the guards.\n\n\" It seems that we may as well leave the city then good fellows. A good night to you then! \" With a smile and a wave, he turns away from the guards and begins heading out of the clearing."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The guards all seem to relax visibly as the first of the group acknowledges and walks away. Two of the guards break off of the group and take positions on either side of Veritas. \"These men will escort you out of the city. To ensure safe passage, some of the revelers become a bit rowdy with the wine and spirits being drunk in such quantity.\" The captain then turns to the others, waiting for them to join the group departing the city."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas glances to each side of himself, looking over the two huge men now flanking him.\n\n Pelor's Light but those are some huge shoulders! \n\n\" Thank you sirs for the escort, I am honored. \" Veritas continues forward, but slows slightly, looking over his shoulder to make sure his companions are following. I would hate to be left alone with these huge fellows... "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Seeing Veritas go in peace, Aemos does the same. I will go quietly.\n \n\nWhen he gets to Veritas, however, Ameos mutters quietly from the side of his mouth, They seem peaceful, but be on your guard. "
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas glances at the guards before whispering back, \" You certainly don't have to tell me that twice! \"\n\n Oh Light, that big one is staring at me! \n\nVeritas does his best to look nonchalant."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "((Ok, maybe I can post tonight))\n\n Mikt', Half-Orc Fighter \n\n[Assuming everyone followed the guards]\n\nA large half orc wearing a shining half plate armor stumbles into the group, and he appears to be drunk. His backpack seems small compared to his large, muscular body, he looks like he's someone you wouldn't want to fight with. There is a longsword hanging from his left, and a greatsword from his right. A crossbow shape can be made out from inside his backpack. On his right arm is a tightly fastened buckler sheild.\n\n \"Excuse me\" he grunts as he bumps into one of the guards. He doesn't seem to mind his slightly annoyed look. \"It looks like your heading out of town. I was planning on going that way myself, need to test out my new equiptment.\" He refrences his shing armor and smooth buckler. To no-one in particular he says \"Mind if I tag along?\" And follows no matter the answer."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos merely blinks. ...of course. Please come. He reminds himself to interrogate the half-orc later and determine whether the warrior would be an ally or a foe to be eliminated."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The guards shake their heads in silence at the drunkard and continue to follow along. They seem quite content not to want to seek out conflict. They escort you all as far as the East Gate. The massive set of portcullis are both halfway down as the last of the late departers are escorted out of the gate. You are all taken to the gate by the guards who smile and give you all a slight nod as a fare well and they turn to continue their patrols.\n\nAs the road curves northward and your eyes follow it's path in the darkness. You can see a long line of light moving just out of sight toward the North Pass. Some long caravan is moving out of Peraxian land and into the untamed lands of Sairn.\n\nThere are several bodies lying just outside the gate, all have been tossed haphazardly out of the gate and off the road, all seem to have been thoroughly picked over as most have nothing but the rags on their backs. A few farmers and their families are loading up on carts and wagons left outside the wall to avoid the crowds. Only one person seems out of place.\n\nOn the left side of the road, just at the edge of the light cast by the gate tower cauldron fires, you can see a figure standing beneath a tree. A hand rests on the trunk, the other holds firmly to the reins of a slightly perturbed looking donkey. As your small group is guided out into the wilds beyond the walls of Perax, the figure raises the hand from the tree while looking right at the group. As the figure moves you see the torchlight reflect off the gold and marroon tabard worn over his clothes. Anyone who has been around longer than a day recognizes the figure as a messenger of Lundan."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos immediatly sees the Lundan messenger. He strides up to the man and speaks part of a greeting/identifying code phrase, The Emperor's fist... "
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas eyes the bodies with a sad look in his eye, and follows Aemos over to the tree, maintaining a respectful distance.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFor ease of play, I'm going to assume we walked by the inn and I was able to pick up my donkey, is that okay?\n "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " Mikt', Half-Orc Fighter \n\nThe nameless half orc abrubtly stops, completely unaware of the few(or all)members of the group he just joined walking towards a man next to a tree. He stops and looks at the bodies for some time, thinking with an expressionless face.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI guess I should make a listen check to see if I hear them:\n\nListen: (1d20+1)[ 10 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The figure eyes Aemos as he approaches with a disdainful look. As Aemos speaks he raises a hand stopping him. \"...is raised and ready to fall upon your unworthy self Aemos. Really, how little do you think the empire watches your movings, although I still haven't a clue as to why. The Rictan's are well away, the Commandant is waiting in his tent just beyond this copse of trees. I suggest you move swiftly and gather your...companions. I took the liberty of having this ass transported here for your companion, I suggest you have hyim retrieve it immediately...\" He passes the reins to Aemos with a look of disgust. \"It's odor offends my nose like only a Peraxian wench could.\" He turns and moves into the copse of trees towards a large campfire burning within, illuminating the Commandants campsite.\n\n{The guards dropped off all of you in the same general area, and with the low levels of noise I will assume all of you heard, besides, the figure speaks quite loudly}"
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " Mikt', Half-Orc Fighter \n ((Did I hear what was being said?)) \n\nIf I heard what was being said, at the word 'companions' I quickly snap my head up and start talking to the closest person from who I travelled with before.\n\n \"Should I be considered your 'Companion'? Or should I stay here and wait, in the cold, untill I find something to test my weapons on?\" \n If I heard nothing, I snap my head up regardless, as if my daydream was over.\n\n \"Where is everyone going?\" I say as I see everyone heading towards the wooded area. "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "((I'll post when we have confirmation as to whether or not Mikt' heard the messenger))"
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas's face takes on an astonished expression as he listens to the exchange. Rose is a noble beast! Smelly....! . He mumbles under his breath for a few seconds, before falling silent.\n\nAt the half-orc's question, \" Well, I don't seem to be in charge here, but I would be glad of your company. It seems there may be things for you oi 'test your weapons out on' in our near future. \""
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "All persons in the area heard the figure speaking as he spoke quite loudly like one who loves hearing himself speak."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " Mikt', Half-Orc Fighter \n\nAlright, I'll follow Verita then, because he seems to be the closest and fastest to answer my question person out of the group, and otherwise my short attention span wouldn't allow me to stand still much longer.\n\n \"Thank you for letting me come with you. My name is Mikt', yours?\" "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos opened his mouth, planning on sending the Half-Orc away, but thought better of it.\n\n I am Aemos Savant, Imperial field Wizard. If you desire a portion of the riches of the Empire, follow me to my superior's tent. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv followed quietly yet with a vision for danger. His eyes constantly darting about, he remains quiet.\n\nHe follows Aemos to his superior's tent, as that is the path to riches."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The messenger leads the five of you to the camp. The cmap consists of one large round tent in the center of the clearing. A line of horses are picketed to the right of the main tent. To the left are a series of small individual tents with several men laying in them or milling about, presumably on some sort of guard duty. The messenger turns and motions for you all to wait until he admits you. He moves under the tents flap and after a few moments the flap opens and he motions you in. \"Commandant, I present field wizard Aemos and his companions.\" \nInside the tent, the interior is well lit with cold fire torches. A modest cot lies in the back the cot blankets folded and pressed neatly. The center of the tent is dominated by a sturdy military field desk, behind the desk perusing several piles of parchment and occasionally making notes here or there before folding them carefully, and sealing them with a small dollop of wax. The Commandant is dressed in the traditional Lundan Battle dress. His Breastplate and greaves are highly polished bronze. His helm hangs to the left of his desk, it's tall red horsehair plume carefully combed and tended. The Commandant stands as you enter, to his full height of over six foot. His hair is long and pulled back in a tight ponytail, fully revealing his sharp features. Dark eyes bore into each of you before coming to rest on Aemos.\n \"Field Wizard Aemos, your orders have been amended and your term of service to the empire have been extended.\" He slides a carefully folded sheet of paper across the desk. His hands bear the scars of steel and fire. \"The Rictan army are well ahead of you. We will provide you with horses for you and your group to reach Upper Sairn. From their you will be contacted by our connection there and resupplied for your journey north. The empire will of course reward these....mercenaries you have hired for protection...for services rendered of course. You are to follow the Rictans home to Ricta. Travel with them if they will allow, if not find another way to the Dead Wall and observe the situation there for yourselves and the empire. Report back immediately. Glory to the Empire!\" He slaps his closed fist to his chest hard enough to emit a sobering thud, before seating himself again. Without looking up he finishes the conversation... \"Dismissed!\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Not really knowing any better...and not really caring if he did, Silv looks to the commandant.\n\n \"You're saying you want us to go to the Dead Wall? We just got out of the city to ESCAPE that fate? What kind of reward is being offered here, as \"greatly\" means different things to different people, and a trip to the Dead Wall WITH the Rictans dictates it must be defined as greatly to me.\" \n\nSilv then folds his arms, waiting for the typical soldier response."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos does the same. To the Emperor. *thumps chest*\n\nAs he turns to leave Aemos asks, Before I forget, Commandant...if my...protection...and I must defend ourselves from the Ricta, do we have the Emperor's blessing to slay them in the open? \n\nAnd to Silv he says, Stay your tongue. As my guardian you have a limited protection from me, the Empire, and the Imperial Wizards. But I cannot help you if the Commandant wishes to take your tongue, or worse, if he wishes it. He has the right to do so by our law. "
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas halfheartedly begins to lift his own fist, but lets it fall back to his side as he thinks better of it. I'm not one of them... perhaps it would be offensive if I copied their gesture. \n\nHe then decides to merely state his acceptance but stops, and wilts at the onslaught directed towards Silv. In the end, he decides to just stay, standing silently. Albeit, looking slightly more depressed."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The Commandant draws a slow breath and lays his pen aside. He looks up at the man who spoke to him. \"Of course the term means differant things between two cultures as vastly differant as the rich, expansive, ancient Empire of Lundan and the newborn, mewling infant nation of Perax. If you fear traveling with the Rictans to the Dead Wall then your information is as base as your own wretched appearance is. The Rictans are the most noble and honorable men this realm has ever seen they sacrifice everything to defend the weak. You should count yourselves lucky just to travel in their presence. The Dead Wall is manned by the Rictans in order to hold back the undead armies your mothers told you bedtime stories about...only this Dead Wall is real...and these men are real...and the undead they battle each and every evening are real.\" He stops, his face slightly flushed with emotion. He takes a long draw from his waterskin before continuing. \"The empire will provide all who assist Field Wizard Aemos to the completion of his mission with land and titles in the city-state of his choice. The generosity of the empire will also see to it that you are rewarded with a treasure fit for a titled landowner of Lundan. The title will also be familial and be available to pass to your children. I trust this will be enough to ensure your service to the empire...Silv?\" \n\nHe turns to Aemos... \"A wise commander takes the time to recognize the value of each and every man under his command. No matter how low his birth. I have seen low born water bearers lift a fallen noble knights blade and charge an enemy phalanx.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv looks a little confused, as the warrior response actually came from the mage.\n\n \"Well, that's good enough!\" \n\nSilv turns without ceremony and exits the tent. He stands there, pondering and waiting for his newfound comrades to join him. He really should be thinking of what kind of mess this Dead Wall is, and what kind of *noble* people would enslave to protect...but he couldn't help himself to thinking first about the rewards that lay ahead, and two about his predicament.\n\n I really should stop at the armory and pick up a pair of small hammers. I haven't heard good things about swords and skeletons. \n\nWith that thought he waits to ask Aemos where the armory exactly is so that he can better prepare."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " Mirkt', Half-Orc Fighter \n \"Mr. Commander? What if we never have children? What if we-die? Will we be honered and respected, or will you just pretend our names wasn't important, our part of the mission was just...Worthless?\" "
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas, who had been in the process of following Silv out of the tent, stops in midstep at the half-orc's words. I never expected a question like this out of him... I think he deserves more credit than I had been giving him. \n\nHe stays in the spot where he stopped, waiting for an answer to Mikt's question."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The commandant looks at the half-orc with a hint of respect. \"Yea, your names will be inscribed on the heroes wall if you fall while at the Dead Wall defending it, and if you perish on the way to or from I assure you, your name will be included in the histories, and studied for years to come by scholars and warriors to come.\" "
},
{
"author": "Lucky",
"message": " Tor-qua \n\nTor-qua perks up when the commandant speaks of the honours bestowed upon heroes. I will join you as well. "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " Mirkt', Half-Orc Fighter \n\nTo the commander\n\n \"Thank you sir, that is all I ask. The riches and land will be a bonus, but if honor and respect for the half-orcs can be made, then I would be proud to follow your orders.\" \n\nHe then walks out of the tent, and, if there is one available, starts to test out his weapons on dummies and such."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The Commandant looks again to Aemos after all the others exit the tent. \"Forgive my harsh tongue Field Wizard Aemos. The empire knows the service you provide and the value of your service. You and your men will be equipped and armed more fully in the free trade city of Sairn. Perax will not allow us to ship more weapons or armor and goods than each Lundanite may carry. Good luck. Glory of Lundan, Glory to the Emperor!\" He fists his chest again and offers a slight bow of his head.\n\nOne by one as you each emerge you are greeted by the messenger from earlier. He has five horse, saddled and bridled, ready to ride in front of the tent waiting for you. {Each horse is a Light Warhorse with saddle and bridle set, no barding} He hands you each a slender piece of iron wood, with an intricate seal engraved on the face and a series of letters and numbers on the tail. He explains they are \"chits\" a way of transferring large sums of money or goods without the trouble of transporting the goods. He explains a contact in Sairn will meet you all when you arrive and inform you of the Rictans movements and direction of travel."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " \"Saddle up!\" \n\nSilv deftly gets on his mount, and waits for the others.\n\n \"I'm liking this service to the empire thing already!\" "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"Horses? For free? That comander is a nice fellow, he is.\" Now slightly sober, \"So does anyone want to tell me whats going on here?\" \n\nEDIT: If it seems like everyone else is getting ready to leave, I go on one of the horses that looks like it could support my weight."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas stands lost in thought for a moment before mounting up on the horse that is given him, tying Rose's lead to the other horse's bridle.\n\nAs he settles into the saddle, he first turns to Mikt. \" Why, it's an adventure! \" A grin spreads across his face. \" I never dreamed I would get to go on a true adventure! Off we go! \""
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Take caution, warns Aemos. This is no mere \"adventure\" that we embark on. This is an important mission for the sake of the Lundan Empire...and perhaps more. He saddles up on one of the horses.\n\n How perturbatory...the Commandant has still not given confirmation as to whether or not we are allowed to slay Rictans in the open... "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The messenger looks up to Aemos and smiles. \"I wouldn't suggest openly slaying them, the Commandant is quite taken with them, something about honor codes or some such nonsense.\" He smiles conspiratorily. \"luck and glory to the Empire\" "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos salutes the messenger. And the same to the Emperor. He turns to his companions. Shall we be off then? "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"Sounds good.\" says Mirkt', after saddling up. \"And on the way, maybe I can learn what's going on?\" "
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas looks wounded, and speaks in a chastened tone. \" I know that! But... still. \"\n\nNot allowing anything to dampen his current mood for long, the smile returns to his face."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "The wizard pauses for a moment at Mikt''s question.\n\n Before I begin...what do you know of the Order of Ricta? "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"The Order of.... Nothing, I suppose.\" \n\n\n((Lol, I really don't know much about it, even after reading the this thread.))"
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " I see...\n\nAs you may have heard, the Order of Ricta is an esteemed military group that does its best to keep away the foul creatures at the Dead Wall. If it were not for the Order, we may well be overrun by the living dead.\n\nThey are, not unexpectedly, well admired by the majority of the people.\nBecause of them citizens need not worry about a skeleton carving their loved ones to pieces or dracoliches patrolling the skies. Let me tell you how they came to be, and why we have these recent concerns... \n\nOne might not have expected it, but Aemos's storytelling capabilities were an untapped power. His voice droned and was almost monotonous, but despite that it was as if someone had taken a sackfull of information and carefully deposited it into a head. His words tend to draw in listeners, like a snake to its charmer...\n\n \n Spoiler \n OOC: here's what my previous Arcane Knowledge check told me:\n\nLegends, and actual accounts state that many hundreds...some accounts say thousands of years ago, a group of powerful archmages set about to conquer the world. They decided the best course of action, as advised by their colleague a powerful Necromancer named Corandus Colandu, that opening a rift in the material plane to the realm of the dead would provide an eternal and neverending supply of armies to conquer the realms. They searched the globe and came upon a barren island just north of a larger island buried beneath the artic ice. Upon opening the rift they did indeed call forth the armies of the dead and began marching onto the civilized realms.\n\nMany years of strife followed with hordes of undead being led by more powerful undead sought to exact their revenge on the living.\nThe few surviving accounts from the stormed cities cite a fell stench carried on the Northern wind. No accounts follow these entries. Save for those by the conquering archmages.\n\nOnly the actions of a few of the realms most powerful and established heros managed to unite the fractured races and return the battle, drawing the war to a stalemate. Even the ancient dragons were brought into the battle when dracolichs began to show circling overhead the marching undead.\nThe heros sought the only help that would begin to turn the tide. They turned to the gods who gave each of the heros a stone, each stone had a piece of the gods own power within them and using these stones they managed to begin beating back the undead. On and on they fought, ever forward as the armies fell ever back, even to the portal they had spewed forth from. The archmages made their last stand at the rift leading the entire army of undead. The heros somehow mangaged to slay every mage save for Corandus who upon being mortally wounded, used his own life force to stop the portals closing.\n\nTo this day, the Order of Ricta maintains a constant gaurd against the constant surge of undead through the portal, eternally attempting to finish the conquest they had begun.\nEvery year the Order sends a few select warriors of distinction to the other kingdoms to recruit men and women for the task of gaurding the rift. Few are ever heard from again. Some of the crueler or more tyrannical kingdoms send prisoners and political enemies...other free kingdoms insist only volunteers are sent. Though this fact is hotly debated by some, as loved ones and strangers sometimes disappear as the Order departs.\n \n\n\nAemos finishes his tale and pauses.\n\n It is the recent rumors and my own investigations that have led the Empire to believe that something is amiss with the Order. Why are they pressing more people into their service? Is something of concern happening at the Dead Wall? Is the leadership becoming corrupt?\n\nAs of now our orders are to merely investigate the Ricta, but I predict that we will do much more than simple observation. "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Instead of following his normal routine of listning in on only interesting parts, he listned carefully, whether it was because of the wizards interesting way of telling tales, or the fact that the half-orc was really interested in finding out about this order, even he doesn't know.\n\n \"Thank you for taking the time to tell me more about this adventure I am going on. I can't wait for the 'more than simple observation' part of it. I'll be able to use my new weapons.\" And at that the half-orc will stay with the wizard, in case there is anything else he would like to say."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas, riding close by listens in on the story with a similar rapt attention, as of that that Mikt' displayed."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv on the other hand, seemed to completely ignore the wizard's story. Whether or not he was actually listening is anyone's guess.\n\nHe instead chose to keep an eye out for the \"casual observers\", or any other problems."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As you gather outside and mount your horses, Silv sees the first brightening of the Eastern sky as the sun begins to rise. The stars slowly retreat west back into the dark arms of their mother night. The day promises to be clear and warm, a beautiful autumn day with only a few clouds drifting by lazily. The messenger quickly moves through your group, touching each of you lightly with his fingertips, you feel the drain of the long night slowly retreating and the rested energy of a full nights sleep fill you all. The messenger steps back from you all and points to the road heading north. \"Now go. The Empire willing you shall catch those wretches within a day or two.\" "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "A salute. For the Empire. \n\nAnd Aemos is off, riding hard after the Rictan caravans."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas follows suit, digging his heels into his horses flanks, and galloping off after Aemos, a grin still spread across his youthful face."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "You ride north. The green fields of Perax peel slowly away behind you, the farmers and herders moving about their daily lives, though with less vigor than normal, most likely attributed to the prior weeks celebrations. Ahead of you the Crystal Mountains rise like a line of steadfast sentries guarding the only known passage north to the free lands of Sairn. You ride past slowly lumbering oxen tugging along heavily laden wagons carrying goods from the city newly aquired or unsold. The people, though weary from the festivities offer polite nods as you pass, the children playing in the fields see the five of you racing north and they run alongside, playing at war or heroes.\n\nThe day passes uneventfully and the mountains continue rising higher and higher until you reach the gently rolling hills of the mountain ranges feet. At the entrance to the mountain passage, known as High Pass a small trading village has grown. The main road continues straight through, to the left a two-story inn stands firm, built out of an outcropping of rock jutting from a mountain, several steeds whinney from the stable. A sign hangs over the entrance bearing the likeness of a Dwarven woman in repose, The Lazy Lass.\n\nTo the right a small general store and beyond that a 3 story watch tower stands guard in the center of the road, a pair of sentries stand guard, watching the pass for raiders."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "[[this is assuming we stop at all]]\n\nVeritas reins in his horse and looks around the small town before turning to Aemos. \" Will we stop here for the night, or continue on? I wish for rest, but I can continue if need be. I understand the need for haste, \" He pauses, and reaches down to pat his horse's neck, as well as the donkey Rose, who miraculously managed to keep up with the pace they set, \" but I am not sure about the horses. They are tired and need rest it seems. \""
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " It is a good idea to rest. We may hear a thing or two, at that. \n\nWith that, Silv takes the lead and hops off his horse. He leads the horse directly to the inn, where he promptly orders a round and finds the rowdiest table to sit at."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"Yes, I'm sleepy, and we can buy supplies in the morning too.\" \n\nHe ties up his horse and heads into the Inn, and sits down with Silv, after ordering some ale."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " I agree. It would a waste to ride these horses to exhaustion. There is also the advantage of appearing to the Rictans that we were hurrying, but not desperatly so.\n\nProtocol dictates that I pay for room and board. He proceeds to negotiate prices for 5 rooms and 6 stables. Afterwards, he will retire to his room to study, meditate, and rest."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas shrugs and get's off his horse, handing Rose, and the horse ( I should really think of a name for him... hmm. ) off to a waiting stable boy, before following the others into the inn.\n\nUpon entering, he spots Silv and Mikt' at a table, and heads over to join them.\n\nEither way, unless something drastic happens, he will go upstairs to sleep, and hold his vigil with Pelor after eating."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Aemos: The price is 2 copper for the upstairs rooms, a copper for the downstairs bay(lotsa beds, one long room).\n\nSilv, Mikt, and Veritas: You settle at the table full of drunken miners. Through all the drinking and singing you manage to pry out of the drunks that....\n\n* The Rictans left very late last night after a temporary stop to water the horses.\n\n* One of the Rictan recruits managed to escape the clutches of the Rictans and disappeared into the mountains or hills nearby.\n\n* One of the stable boys overheard the Rictans speaking of the dangers of the High Pass and the Plains beyond full of Barbarians and much worse.\n\n* The barkeep was heard discussing differances between the Battleheart Mountains and the SkyPeak Ranges.\n\nFrom their, they degrade into stories of debauchery and drunken nights."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"Too tired to think. It's hard enough all ready.\" \n\nHe'll go up or down to the room's, whatever is paid for, and then sleep."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "After hearing all that he thought relevant, Silv winds down. He drinks til the last of the miners either passes out or leaves, or if neither happens he will finally let up when the sun rises. All of it gets put on the Wizard's tab.\n\nHe will very certainly be cranky in the morning!"
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "As soon as the useful talk died away, Veritas excuses himslef and goes off to bed."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The night passes quietly once the revelry from the drunks diminishes. {all studies and prayers required are completed for those who need them} The morning dawns clear and bright, the sounds of the kitchen drifting up through the floorboards tell you breakfast is being prepared and served. Several voices drift up from the common room discussing the days activities and the weather. You each wake fully rested from a very deep and dreamless sleep, an after effect of the spell cast on you by the messenger."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv awakes expecting one of the worst hangovers he has ever experienced...only to wake feeling refreshed, and invigorated.\n\n This serving the empire thing is really working out so far. Guess it's time for a new day. \n\nThe smell of breakfast slowly invigorates him, and soon enough Silv is downstairs, sharing a meal with anyone that will forgive his foul mouth."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas awakens, looking around disoriented for a minute, not recognizing his surroundings. Then it comes to him. The empire... Rictans......Dead wall... I remember now. An adventure! \n\nAnd with that thought, he springs out of bed, hurriedly gets dressed and puts on his armor, and heads downstairs."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " Mikt' \n \"Urrrg\" \n\nMikt' stumbles out of bed, throws on his clothes, puts on his armor, and goes downstairs.\n\n \"Foood.\" \n\nHe sits down at a table and waits for the foood."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "There are few occupied tables, and as Silv walks downstairs the waitress leads him to a large rectangle table in the front corner, near a large picture window. The curtains are thrown back and open out onto the main street. She takes each of your orders and moves back to prepare them, leaving a basket of bread on the table and a pitcher of cool water with a mug for each of you."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " So..*chomp*...what direction do you think the mage'll want to take *burrrrp*\nThe escapee or follow the troops? \n\nSilv then cuts off all discussion, as he drains the glass next to him, with liquids pouring out the sides and everywhere else."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Feeling refreshed, Aemos tidies himself up, dresses in his usual traveling clothes, and walks downstairs, reading a thick book.\n\n I see you are all awake, he says, while helping himself to some fresh bread. Did the locals happen to mention anything during the night? I went directly to my quarters, so I was unable to glean any information from the boozehounds. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv enters a lengthy exposition, giving the details of the useful information gleaned from the gathering last night.\n\nHowever, it is fairly hard to understand him, as fresh bread is being chewed at the same time, and new bread enters when his mouth is empty.\n\nThe words escapee and following seem to stand out the most."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The waitress returns, bearing plates of food to order. She serves them out quickly and deftly, replacing the water pitcher with a fresh pitcher of cold milk, she returns a moment later with a smaller pitcher with an aromatic steaming black liquid in it, she lays out 4 small cups with it and says off-handedly. \"oh, your tall young friend...the barbarian...he left last night, something about fresh air and he'd catch up to you down the road or not.\" Finished with the message she turns and moves back to the bar, watching for anyone needing her and sipping a small cup filled with the black liquid."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"*Munch Yeah, that's it. *Munch What should we do, wizard which I do not know the name of? In fact,* I don't know anyone's name really.*Munch What are they? I'm *Munch Mikt'.\" "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Ah, yes, I have not introduced myself to you yet. I am Aemos, Imperial field wizard.\n\nAs for our barbarian friend...if he is confident that we will meet him later down the road, then that is what we shall do.\n\nBut what of this \"escapee\"? Did someone flee a prison caravan? "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"Hello Aemos\" \n\nHe holds out a greasy, sticky hand, presumably for you to shake."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos merely looks at the hand, covers his own in a hankerchief, and shakes it."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv looks at Aemos like he is a bit slow, and repeats his stories, this time the word cave is prominent.\n\nSilv continues to eat the bread, hoping that it will absorb all of the alcohol from the night before.\n\nHe then turns to the Half-Orc. *Shilv*, as he points to himself, with bread flying out of his mouth."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " I see...so now we are given the choice of either chasing the escapee or following the caravan...\n\nAnd next time, speak first, and then eat, or vice versa. I cannot understand you if your words are muffled by your attempts at gorging. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv becomes suddenly still, and stops chewing for a moment. He looks very hard at the wizard.\n\n\"Mufadlfjasdf;ljafjfalejthalaeiadkektlal\"\n\nThe words are very muffled, but the intent behind them seems clear enough.\n\nSilv then pours a long glass of milk and drains it like before, finally clearing his throat of breakfast.\n\n \n\"Well, which is it then?\" "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Hmm...yes...that is the conundrum, is it not? On one hand we could chase down the escapee and see if we could collect valuable information from him. On the other hand, if it turns out to be a wild goose chase, we will probably not reach the caravan in time.\n\nAre you a tracker, Silv? Perhaps you could estimate how long it would take to hunt down the escapee. As a field wizard I have little experience in these matters. "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"Mikt' want's to fight. Mikt' will go the war where the battles are.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " I most certainly am multi-talented, but a tracker I'm not. Maybe you could hire one? "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The waitress returns, shaking her head at Silv's display of gorging, she retrieves the empty plates and the enpty glasses. She returns to the back of the bar, dumping the dirty dishes, she then returns to her previous position of waiting.\nThe others in the common room have finished eating and have slowly filed out, grumbling about returning to work. A pair of Peraxian soldiers enter as the group leaves, they move to a table opposite the door of yours, they rub their eyes wearily, obviously here for their breakfast after getting off guard duty last night.\nThe waitress moves to them, taking their orders and moving along to prep them. The guards continue talking quietly to each other as they wait."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Listen Check:\n\n (1d20+1)[ 15 ] "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos glances at the guards and tries to eavesdrop while pretending to be minding his own business.\n\nListen check: (1d20+2)[ 21 ] "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "{Success: Mikt and Aemos}\n\nGuard 1 \"....I have no intention of requesting to find the honorless bastard who shirked his duty.\" \n\nGuard 2 \"Aren't you the least bit curious as to why he fled? or why in the name of Pelor would he head into the mountains? He'll be strung up over a goblin cookfire before the sun is high.\" \n\nGuard 1 \"I couldn't care less...now...the tower of smoke to the north, now that piques my curiosity. The Rictans must've run across some of the goblins and tossed them in their own fires.\" \n\nGuard 2 \"I still say we owe it to the sap who fled to find and aid him\" \n\nThe two continue laughing and arguing about the escapee and the tower of smoke."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Hmm...did any of you catch some of that? "
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas has sat impartially, till now. Finally he shrugs. \" I'll leave lit up to you people. I claim no expertise in decision making. \""
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " And I am no expert in tracking. I would prefer to follow our orders as they were given, but it may be unwise to give up an opportunity to gather additional information on the Ricta before we spy on them. "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The waitress approaches your table again with a long slender sheet of parchment. \"Forgive me sirs, I know this is an interruption unneeded but there is the matter of your bill...Now, let's see. 4 rooms at a silver apiece, 4 meals at breakfast, 5 wines, 6 mugs of ale, and 2 slivers of spirits....for a total of 9 silver pieces and 2 copper.\" She looks about the table, waiting for someone to accept the bill and pay the charges."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " It would also seem unwise to follow orders to the letter, as leaders are never ones to see every angle.\n\nSpeaking of leaders, seems like someone's waiting for you, Wizard. \n\nAt that, Silv gestures over to the waitress and gives a hearty laugh."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"Mikt' heard what they said. Mikt' not really understand, but Mikt' wants to save runaway.\" \n \"Here you go, nice lady. A tip for your..Niceness.\" \n\nThe Half-Orc hands over two gold peices, apparently not knowing the concept of math."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "She takes the money pockets a gold, sliding the other back to the Half-Orc, figuring the rest of the first gold will be her tip. She offers a polite smile and moves away, lifting a broom and starting to clean to start preparing for the noonday meal."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"What about this one? This is for you.\" \n\nMikt' walks over to the cleaning waitress and puts the gold in her pocket, then walks over to the table and eats whatever is left, if there is anything."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "The wizard ponders some more. Incompetence is irrelevant. We were given orders, so we must follow them. I wonder, however, if persuing the escapee could ultimately assisst our cause...\n\nI am unsure. I shall leave the decision to you all, but as of now I would prefer to do directly as our orders tell us. "
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "\" I am fine with merely continuing our pursuit. \""
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv merely shrugs.\n\n The reward is there either way. But let's pick one quickly. I'm getting anxious. "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The waitress shrugs and pockets the extra gold, her eyes momentarily lighting with delight. She moves and clears the table of the two guards and they pay and walk out, the second guard says he is going to return to the tower for another look at the smoke to the North, the first laughs and tells him to enjoy as he is going straight to his bunk. They depart and the common room is now empty save the four of you, the waitress, and the barkeep."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "A few moments after the guards depart you hear the sound of alarm being raised. The barkeep's eyes go wide and he moves to the backroom, returning in moments carrying a well worn axe and tugging a suit of chain mail over his portly gut. Outside you can see the few people milling about rush into their homes and all the guards not on duty emerging from the barracks and charging toward the watch tower. From your vantage point through the window you can see all the guards forming up into defensive lines at the base of the tower. A paltry 10 guards stand ready with at least 2 still in the tower on watch. They are all looking North where the tower of smoke has slowly dissipated to be replaced by a cloud of dust rising along the High Pass, straight towards the tower."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " What's all the fuss? Silv says to no one in particular."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The barkeep turns to Silv, \"The alarm is sounded whenever the two guards on watch see something or some army moving towards the town.\" He points with the axe head to the cloud of dust moving swiftly out of the mountains through the narrow pass towards the town, it's origin hidden behind the mountains walls and the twists of the narrow passage. \"Something is comin'...an' fast it looks like.\" "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "The wizard peers at the dust cloud as well.\n\n Most preturbatory...not only could a large army possibly destroy us and this town, but it could also lay siege to it and severely delay our orders. I say that we move out as soon as possible. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "That dust cloud could just be a fast moving horse. I'm with you though, no reason to take that chance.\n\n//For future reference 13, Silv would have previously mentioned in the affirmative that he can track, though he would admit it grudgingly.//"
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas heads to the window as well, looking in the direction Silv does. He starts wring his hands at the sight of the dust cloud. \" Oh dear... This doesn't look very good... Should we run? If it is an army, we certainly can't face it on our own. \""
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "At the sound of the alarm being raised, Mikt' stands up immediately at attention.\n\n \"A fight?\" \n\nAs he says this he draws his greatsword.\n\n \"I need to test weapons, this could be my chance!\" \n\nHe starts walking towards the door, not expecting anyone to say anything to him. When Ameos says that we have to get out A.S.A.P., the Half-Orc turns around, looking very angry.\n\n \"We need practice though!\" He says in a rough voice. Then, a little bit softer, he says \"Can't we just stay a little bit?\" "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " If that IS an army heading for this location, then staying will only endanger the mission.\n\nPack your belongings and get ready to leave. We must leave at a moment's notice. While you do so, I will inquire the guards to see whether or not the incoming dust cloud is an army or not. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv pats himself down, seems to making sure that everything is in its place.\n\n Packed! I'm coming with. "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As you all gather your belongings ready to bolt at the first sign of an invading army the first horse comes bolting out of the pass. The are huge horses, with long shaggy hair. Their eyes are wild and nostrils flared from the hard run, they continue pouring out of the pass. You can see a few of the horses dragging along the remains of a wagon. But every horse, is riderless. The guards move about the horses trying to snatch the fleeing horses reins. A few of the animals begin to draw up and move through the town searching for water in the rain barrels and the water troughs. You can easily see coppery red stains on some of the horses brown hides. Though they themselves seem unhurt."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos will quietly stand to the side in order to listen to what the newcomers say."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv on the other hand gets right into the thick of it, weapons drawn just in case.\n\n \"What's going on here?!\" "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The barkeep shakes his head and looks to those still standing in the doorway whispering, \"Gods help us, it looks like they've all been killed.\" \n\nOutside the Inn the guards are slowly gathering the panting animals into a corral. As Silv gets closer to the action he can see several arrow shafts still quivering from some of the horses flanks. The guards carefully draw the arrows out and slap some salve on the wounds, all the while trying to calm the horses. The captain of the watch emerges from the tower shouting to his men, \"I want order here! You there draw some more water from the wells, have the blood washed off the beasts before they trample us all! You gather some men to enter the pass and see what in the blazes happened here!\" You see guards beginning to follow the orders promptly."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas rushes out to see what's going on, hoping there might be some survivors. Seeing none, he shakes his head sadly and turns to Aemos. \" I think it's time we continue our chase. \" His eyes narrow in what is clearly anger."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "The wizard stares at the chaotic scene and slowly nods his head.\n\n Yes. The mission is paramount.\n\nAs for where we go...if someone here thinks that we can overtake the escapee and rendevous with the Rictan caravan again in time, that will be the plan. If not, the escapee is irrelevant. "
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas pauses and thinks for a second. \"Perhaps we could do that.... But we would have to ride hard to do so... And we do not even know where the escapee is. Unless your magic can help with that? Either way... it might be possible. I know not."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "The Half-Orc runs into the crowd with his weapon still drawn, looking for anything hostile. When he finds none, he lowers his weapon, and wanders about aimlessly."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The guards, having managed to corral all the horses and ending the suffering of the few who were beyond help, begin to regroup. The townspeople begin milling back out onto the street, some of them gathering in groups discussing the stampede, wondering at what disaster befell the Rictans. Some mention Goblins, others say it was a rogue dragon, a few even suggest the Lundanites may have done it, all of these are bandied around, argued for and against. The Innkeeper just shakes his head and with the end to the excitement, walks back in, shouting for the barmaids to begin prepping for the lunch rush of miners returning from work."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "When Mikt' realizes there will be no fight, he walks back towards everyone else, to hear the ending conversation about the escapee.\n\n \"Mikt' wants to do something, Mikt' needs to fight. Stupid horses don't know what they are doing, making me think there would be a battle. Those stupid horses should stay with masters...[Continues to grumbe about the 'stupid horses'.]\" "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos ponders for a moment, then says,\n\n Then let us attempt to follow the Rictans' former path and investigate what caused their demise. If mere bandits fell upon them, which I doubt, then by alerting the local authorities to the brigands we can enforce the law of the land and perhaps be the bearers of news to the Rictans, thus forging a relationship with them.\n\nIf it was more than bandits, then we may hurry and alert the Rictans ourselves. We must do this, however, so that it does not seem as if we were the ones to destroy their caravan. "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The stableboy comes from around the corner, leading four horses and an ass. He smiles shyly and explains the fifth horse will be held here until the other returns for it. The sun is shining brightly now and the day promises to be hot and dry. The stable boy hands you each the reins to your mounts, explaining as he does the Inn keep told him you four looked like you were ready to depart swiftly."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv again hops on his horse with ease.\n\n \"If it is necessary, let's go to this battle scene and see what happened. Perhaps I can discern something from the mess of tracks around that place.\n\nAs the wizard says, the mission is paramount, and that's what'll get us paid.\" \n\nAt that, Silv *heeyah's* and takes off, and waits a bit further up the road, so there is no further indecision."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas also mounts, tying Rose's lead to the bridle of his horse. \" Well then, let us be off! \""
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "A nod. Agreed. Aemos spurs his mount into action.\n\n((Hi ho, Silver, away!))"
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The pass through the mountains is more of a fissure in the center of a series of large mountains. The fissure at first is flat and level, it's sides, cut smooth and straight. As you ride hard through the pass the ground starts to gently slope upwards and the walls seem to close in tighter, a thin strip of blue above you is the only indication of sky. The ride is comfortable though as the pass is wide enough for two wagons to pass each other...barely.\n\nAs you all continue riding North the smell of bitter sweet smoke is picked up, growing slowly stronger as you ride north. Then, as you crest what you can only assume is the center of the pass, the path widens before you and you find yourselves at the top of a mountain. The peak looks like it was cleaved off horizontally to make a straight and level surface. The road is marked as a slightly recessed path running through. The peak itself has been surrounded with a low stone wall encircling the area, of what looks almost like a rest area for theose traveling the pass.\n\nAnd then you see...all around you are charred scorches on the ground, some still cindering, others drifting away in slow swirls of ash kicked up by the steady breeze atop the mountain. They lay here and there, some in smll groups, others just look as though they were burned where they fell."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos slowly walks among the scene, inspecting each burned body.\n\n Many of these bodies burned where they stood. I suspect magic. \n\n((I'll roll a Knowledge check as soon as I get home))"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv turns to the mage.\n You SUSPECT magic? I know of no mundane means to do this. What actually happened here is far less important at this point than the who. "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"There was a fight? We missed it! Oh well, maybe these dead guys haves some cool stuff for me.\" \n\n((I search their bodies for 'cool stuff'.))"
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Bronz \n Silv turns to the mage.\n You SUSPECT magic? I know of no mundane means to do this. What actually happened here is far less important at this point than the who. \n \n\nAemos's eyes flash annoyance. Obviously it is magic. My musings were on what spell that did this work.\n\nIt would be wise to find out what sort of magic destroyed this caravan, if only so that we can see what we may be up against.\n \n\nHe turns to Mikt.\n\n Then proceed, but beware of collecting the wrong trinket from the wrong corpse. We may be suspected of slaughtering the caravan ourselves if we come back bearing an heirloom as a trophy. "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt' looks at Ameos with a blank stare.\n\n \"Huh?\" \n\nhe says, as he continues to search the bodies."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos sighs.\n\n Just...avoid things that are too shiny. \n\nAemos kneels and peers down at a burnt corpse, trying to discern what spell could have done this...\n\nKnowledge: arcana check (1d20+8)[ 17 ] \nSpellcraft check (1d20+8)[ 22 ] "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Aemos: As you examine the body you notice instantly that each corpses feet are encased in the rock up to about their ankles. Their bodies are burned badly but each corpses torso also bears a terrible hole through each chest that is cracked and blackened from entrance to exit. You notice a pattern develop as the corpses closest to the Eastern Wall have larger holes burned through them and they slowly shrink in size until they reach the last few.\n\nSilv: As you look around you can see several piles of horse manure off to one side of the rest are between the north and south pass roads. A closer examination reveals scratches in the smooth rock made by large horse shoes. You can see a group of pitons hammered into the rock and bits of rope run through them here and there, each end of the rope is cleanly sheared.\n\nVeritas: You can sense, just standing among the bodies that these men were willfully and purposefully kept trapped and slain helplessly, unable to move. The stench of a foul divinity permeates the air directly around each corpse as if each were touch by a power of pure evil.\n\nMikt: Rummaging through the bodies you find : (6) Common Long Swords, (12) Daggers, (12) sets of Human sized Leather Armor (destroyed), (1) Locket, Silver engraved \"Beloved\" , (4) PP, (40) GP, (90) SP, (300) CP All contained within a small chest unlocked, (12) Pair of Boots, (12) Traveling cloaks, (12) Shortbows, (12) Quivers each have 10 arros, flight, (12) Pair of Gloves, Light."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas stares upon the scene with horror. \" Something is...wrong...here. Terribly wrong. It's unnatural... evil. I can feel it in the air... \" Veritas cuts off suddenly.\nHe looks around at the bodies once more and a small moan escapes his lips.\n\n\" Oh Light! I can feel it against my skin, crawling, writhing... \"\n\nHe turns to Aemos with fear glinting in his eyes. \" We need to leave. Now. \""
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " These horses were cut loose. Probably to scare and cause chaos. \nSilv thinks for a moment.\n\n Brilliant strategy, really. "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos gazes at Veritas. Leave? But we have much more to inspect... \n\nA moment of realization...\n\n ...I see...you must tell me cleric, what is it that you feel? Anything beyond a terrible premonition?\n\nAs for my investigations, I can only discern that something has burned large holes into the chest of the corpses, and that the closer the corpses are to the Eastern Wall, the larger the hole. The feet seem to be encased in rocks as well. He says all of this with a scientific fascination.\n\nHe thinks some more, puttng together a few puzzle pieces in his head.\n\n Yes...yes, yes! The spells...the one that caused the burns and the torso wounds was the Chain Lightning spell. Only lightning could have burned the bodies with such precision, as well as burn a hole into something as thick as a human chest. As for the ankles, it was a Stone to Mud spell, hence the matter around their ankles.\n\nMy hypothesis is that some powerful being decided to destroy this caravan by first trappng the warriors in mud and then finishing them off with the lightning spell. Evidence of this arises from the spells used, Chain Lightning and Stone to Mud, both powreful spells far beyond my capabilies.\n\nMost preturbatory...if it was a human hand that caused this, it is likely that we will run into a powerful cleric, or worse, a mage, sooner or later. \n\nIt is strange to see Aemos this fascinated by, well, anything really. He seems to consider Veritas's exclamation and Silv's hypothesis at first, but he then slips into his own world, trying to figure out the magical mechanics of the two spells that destroyed the caravan."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Well, it seems to me the action to be taken would be to investigate. \n\nSilv hops back on his horse, and gallops towards the wall."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The sun has crested and begun it's downward turn, it's fiery glow rests halfway between high sun and the horizon. Silv sees his shadow before him slide along the rocks as he moves and quickly stand before him on the rock face of the eastern side of the pass. The wall is nothing more than a smoothly cut rock face, the sheer engineering of the pass and the road through it strikes home and you know beyond a shadow of a doubt the path and pass were carved through the mountains by dwarves. Not even a tool mark can be found in the rock face. At the base of the wall about four feet in front, towards the first corpses, the smooth face of the stone ground has been slit about five feet across.\n\n The slit is clean and precise as though the gods had dropped a freshly sharpened razor, even a small pebble has been cut neatly in two and here near the rock face the scent of ozone still lingers and mixed with the scent of ozone is that same scent you remember from the tavern in Perax...that smell of decay and death...and then it's gone as a stiff mountain wind blows through the pass.\n\nEdit: Veritas, as the wind blows the scent away you feel relief wash over you gently...\n\nAemos: As you continue studying the corpses, you notice something clenched tightly in the corpses burned fingers."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Hmm... \n\nAemos stoops down to pry the dead fingers loose."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Anyone have a clue why there would be a giant FISSURE in the ground here?\nThis is not natural, not natural at all. \n\nSilv stops his riding, and actually looks a bit distraught."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas shudders once more. \" There is a feeling of great evil around the bodies. It seems obvious to me they were left in this tortired way as a warning to any who may try and follow. \" He swallows, and then continues, \" From the feeling, it is either as you say, a very powerful cleric or, \" his face blanches, \" a god itself. Let us hope it is only the former. \""
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The burned and blackened fingers crumble slowly into ash as you pry at them leaving only a skeletal hand clutching a ragged piece of red cloth. It has no markings on it whatsoever, just a well made piece of cloth with one long frayed edge."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " A fragment of cloth...a piece of a puzzle, perhaps?\n\nHmm...a fissure, the possibility of a cleric. Many clues, yet no answers. "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by blkhawk26281 \n Aemos: As you examine the body you notice instantly that each corpses feet are encased in the rock up to about their ankles. Their bodies are burned badly but each corpses torso also bears a terrible hole through each chest that is cracked and blackened from entrance to exit. You notice a pattern develop as the corpses closest to the Eastern Wall have larger holes burned through them and they slowly shrink in size until they reach the last few.\n\nSilv: As you look around you can see several piles of horse manure off to one side of the rest are between the north and south pass roads. A closer examination reveals scratches in the smooth rock made by large horse shoes. You can see a group of pitons hammered into the rock and bits of rope run through them here and there, each end of the rope is cleanly sheared.\n\nVeritas: You can sense, just standing among the bodies that these men were willfully and purposefully kept trapped and slain helplessly, unable to move. The stench of a foul divinity permeates the air directly around each corpse as if each were touch by a power of pure evil.\n\nMikt: Rummaging through the bodies you find : (6) Common Long Swords, (12) Daggers , (12) sets of Human sized Leather Armor (destroyed), (1) Locket, Silver engraved \"Beloved\" , (4) PP, (40) GP, (90) SP, (300) CP All contained within a small chest unlocked, (12) Pair of Boots, (12) Traveling cloaks, (12) Shortbows, (12) Quivers each have 10 arros, flight, (12) Pair of Gloves, Light. \n \n\nI'll take two daggers and the bolded stuff(gold), and lay the rest of the stuff out for everyone to see.\n\n \"Mikt' confused. Why people die like this?What is red cloth for? Puzzles too hard for Mikt'.\" "
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas sighs before turning to the half orc. \" It seems someone dislikes the Rictans. \"\n\nTurning back to Aemos, \" As for the red cloth, perhaps the man managed to reach the assailant? I guess we should keep an eye for a torn red cloak. \""
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv ends up just standing there, not knowing what to do."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "{OOC Note: The \"Fissure\" is about a 1/4 of an inch wide and around 4-5 feet in length, straight and true, it's broad sides facing the group of corpses and the other facing the East rock face.}\n\nThe day is beginning to wane as the sun continues inching slowly down the western sky. Far to the north, beyond the mountains you can see the plains of the Freelands, a vast expanse of plains and hill lands unsettled by any nation, though Lundan claims the territory as it's own, it has never been able to establish dominance over the freespirited barbarians and halflings which call it home. The sky over the plains is slowly growing darker as clouds come together slowly, an occasional flash of lighting illuminates the cloud bank, though the storm is far away and no rumble of thunder reaches you."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"Guys, what we do now? Go back or move forward?\" "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": " VERITAS, Cleric of Pelor \n\nVeritas stands near Aemos, remaining silent and watching the others, doing everything in his power to avoid looking at the corpses and avoid that feeling and scent of decay returning. He waits, his eyes searching his companions for a hint as to the next course of action."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv simply looks over at Aemos, and shrugs."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos sighs.\n\n I do not think there is much more to be found here. We know that someone or something with great power destroyed this caravan using two high-level spells. We cannot be sure whether or not the Rictans were targeted out of hatred, sheer spite, a misunderstanding, or something else. And, of course, there is strange fissure...\n\n...\n\nA storm is coming. We should move to shelter soon. Know you of any potential havens for us, Silv? Aemos motions for everyone to get back on their horses and set off for shelter.\n\n And before I forget...does anyone here remember the color of the cloak of that mysterious cloaked one we tried to follow in the inn where we all first met? "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"What about escaper? What cloaked man? Mikt' always confused.\" And at that he looks at himself sadly."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " We will have to plan and search later. As I said, a storm is coming, and I do not wish to be caught outside in one. "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"Alright.\" The half-orc says reluctantly while slowly heading over to his horse, who is slightly tired out from the ride here, with the large half-orc on his back. He whinnies softly as Mikt' hops on."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " I will look around. \nSilv seems at least satisfied to be moving again, and to get his mind off of things.\n\n Survival - (1d20+5)[ 15 ] \n int - (1d20+1)[ 2 ] //To remember the color of the cloak of the man I followed"
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "((I guess I'll make an int check as well:))\n\n (1d20+2)[ 21 ] "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As Silv wanders the area searching for a shelter of some sort he comes across a small cave entrance on the western flat of the area you are in, the entrance is large enough for a wagon to enter and the ground slopes slowly down about 10 feet to a large cavern. The cavern opens to about 25 by 25 with a 10 foot high ceiling. The cavern shows signs of constant and repeated occupation. A small stone circle in the center surrounds fresh firewood laid by the last travelers, a small hole is carved into the ceiling to act as a chimney for the fire's smoke.\n\nFor the life of him Silv can't recall the color of the man's cloak and as a matter of fact the whole night seems a little fuzzy, perhaps the residue of one too many mugs of spirits.\n\nEDIT: Aemos recalls the Rictan was wearing a heavy gray cloak...as a matter of fact all of the Rictans clothing was one shade of gray or another."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Over here. \n\nSilv waves the rest over, not feeling very confident seeing there is a ready made shelter. Perhaps he can at least get the fire going...\n\nSilv appears quite hazy, and absolutely the opposite of his normal self."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"Does everyone have food? If not, I'll be glad to have various encounters with wild animals for food![ Winks at DM] I have food.\" \n\nHe eats his food, sets up a bed out of dirt, for lack of a bedroll, and sleeps, unless he can go fight for food. Then that's what he'll do.\n\n((I'm really in the mood for a battle right now. 😎 ))"
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": " Veritas, Cleric of Pelor \n\nVeritas follows the others into the cave, he sits himself down near the circle of firewood and shakes his head softly, trying to rid his nostrils of the clinging scent of decay around the scene of the attack. He holds his holy symbol in one hand, whispering soft prayers to Pelor."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos sets down his things in the convenient campsite and peers out into the darkness, looking contemplative. The lightning strikes in the distance only seem to make him think more deeply."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "You all slowly sink into sleep, the weariness from the long road and gruesome discovery drape over you like a heavy curtain pulling you each down to sleep. The night passes slowly and as the hours tick by the storm approaches. The heat of the day is first blown away by the cool wind leading the charge of the storm, followed by the low rumble of thunder steadily growing louder. Then the storm breaks upon the mountain and you are all roused from your rest by a particularly loud burst of thunder. The lightning seems to be steadily assaulting the mountain top as flash after flash lighten the dark cavern. The fire has died down to a barely visible flame on a bed of embers.\n\nThen...the smell returns. Visions of that night in Perax flash in your mind, that sense of unease and \"wrongness\" permeate your sleep weary state. The scent continues to strengthen, death, decay, unrest, war, disease, plague, all the terrible plights that haunt every beings dreams assail you and in the next flash of lightning you see a silhoutte at the caverns mouth. Another flash and two more silhouttes join the first...slowly, slowly they continue their march into the cave. You can hear the wind screaming now as the storm reaches it's peak. Another flash and more silhouttes....the things, the shadows, whatever they are, they are coming straight to you....\n\n{Roll Initiatives please}"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv rolls up with a start, trying to make heads or tails of what is coming into the cave.\n\n init - (1d20+3)[ 19 ] "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "((Shouldn't the DM roll initiative, to speed things up? I could be wrong...😦))\n\n (1d20+2)[ 22 ] \n \"Yes, a fight!\" Says the Half-Orc, sleep instantly being removed from his body as soon as he realizes whats going on. He is instatly ready for what ever approches.\n\n\nEDIT: Should we assume our weapons are drawn, or would that take an action. Either way, I'll have my greatsword at the ready or being drawn. I just wasted a perfectly good 20. 😦 Oh well, at least I get to be one of the first. 😁\n\nEDITx2: With a greatsword, a base attack bonus of +3, a total of 8 for melee, and a strength of +5(20), what would my addition to damage be?"
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos wakes up with a start, as well.\n\n(Initiative roll (1d20)[ 6 ] )"
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": " Veritas \n (1d20+4)[ 11 ] \n\nVeritas sits bolt upright, leaping to his feet, his holy symbol clasped tightly in his hand, his morningstar clenched tightly in his other. He moves in front of Aemos and Silv, just behind Mikt. The words of a prayer already whispering from between tightly clenched teeth, as he continues to fight off the wave of nausea assailing his senses."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "((Who else are we waiting for?))"
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "{Initiative order is...\n\n1- Mikt\n2- Silv\n3- Veritas\n4- Aemos\n5- Unidentified monsters}\n\nThe shadows are about halfway down the corridor, with the lightning at their backs you can roughly count 8-12 of the creatures moving towards you. Their steps are awkward and shuffling as they move down the slight slope towards you. The stench of their approach becomes more and more potent and a soft sibilant whisper can be heard emanating from them, as if they were speaking some strange language made of moans and sighs.\n\n{As the first round starts you are 15ft away from the first of the creatures.}\n\nDM NOTE: If no one objects, I'd like to try and get each player to submit actions in Initiative order, but...as this seems very SLOW and unlikely, just post away, lol and the events will happen in Initiative order."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Alright, I'm up first. :)\n\nIf weapons are out at the begining of combat:\n\nMikt' will run up to the closest figure to him and attack with his greatsword.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSee if he hits:\n (1d20+6)[ 22 ] (BAB=+8, Power Attack=-2, Total=+6)\n\nIn the case of a critical re-roll:\n (1d20+6)[ 23 ] (BAB=+8, Power Attack=-2, Total=+6)\n\nSee what the damage is:\n (2d6+9)[ 16 ] [Damage= 18 ](Damage Bonus=+7, Power Attack=+4, Total=+11)\n \n\n \"You will be crushed under my might!\" The half-orc says, as he swings his greatsword heavily down on his attacker.\n\nIf we have to draw our weapons:\n\nI draw my greatsword.\n\n((I have darkvision, can I see them?))\n\nEDIT: By the way, my AC is 20, so you don't have to look it up. Just trying to save some time..."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "((Hmm...could we have a battlemap of sorts to help us keep track of where's what?))"
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\n{Ok, here's a real rough layout real quick...I'll try and set up a better grid pattern for future maps, hadn't thought about using them, but I definately like the idea.}"
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Mikt's greatsword cleaves directly through the creature before him and the two halves fall aside spilling what looks like curdled blood onto the cavern floor. The creatures behind continue on, unfazed and you can see now, their faces are human, their bodies are blackened and each creature has a hole burned through it. The creatures eyes are glazed and empty, long black ragged fingernails protrude out of their clawlike hands."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "With both of his swords at the ready, Silv runs towards Mikt, ready for the next to come in range.\nAs he readies himself, you can hear him underneath his breath... I HATE undead .\n\n-Silv moves to become parallel with Mikt on the right side.\n-Ready an action to attack if anything comes within reach\n - attack - (1d20+8)[ 20 ] \n - dmg - (1d6+2)[ 8 ] "
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "((Back, yo.))\n\nVeritas seems to take a deep breath, and his face takes on a dtermined set. With a loud shout, he throws his hands out, ands says the words of a prayer, white light shooting from his palm.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTurn undead\n Turning Check - (1d20+2)[ 3 ] \n Turning Damage - (2d6+5)[ 12 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos, Wizard 3\nHP: 9/9\nAC: 10\nSpells memorized:\n\nLevel 0: Prestidigitation, Light, Detect Magic, Read Magic\nLevel 1: Alarm, Grease, MAge Armor, Burning Hands\nLevel 2: Glitterdust, Web \n\nAemos ponders for a moment, deciding on what to do.\n\n Veritas, do you know of these creatures? \n\nAnd with that he casts Web, aiming towards the back-middle of the group, seeking to impede the rear undead while the party takes out the ones in front."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "((I'm just gonna do a knowledge roll. Is that cool out of Init? If not, just assume I do this as part of my next turn))\n\nVeritas wracks his brain for any knowledge he may have of the creatures they face.\n\n((Knowledge...Religion? I assume. (1d20+7)[ 27 ] "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n\nSilv chops into the next creature and manages to carve off a large slab of rotted meat, though the creatures continues forward, all those except for the group in the rear who are suddenly trapped within a silvery web. They continue moaning and sighing as they struggle to escape the web. Veritas's white light serves to illuminte the creatures though they seem unaffected by the weak bit of light. However the light does serve to illuminate them enough for Veritas to identify them as zombies...\n\nThe Zombies continue forward, the three in the front move forward, two head towards Mikt, the third moves toward Silv. End of Zombies turn."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt' will use his greatsword on one of the zombeis clambering towards him, specifically the one to the right, unless it is too far away to attack without miving, then I'll attack the one on the left.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTo see if Mikt' hits:\n (1d20+6)[ 25 ] (BAB=+8, Power Attack=-2, Total=+6)\n\nIn Case of a Critical:\n (1d20+6)[ 20 ] (BAB=+8, Power Attack=-2, Total=+6)\n\nDamamge:\n (2d6+11)[ 20 ] (DB=+7, Power Attack=+4, Total=+11)\n \n\n\nMikt', still pumped up from the last attack, brings down his greatsword with a strength he's been working on for years.\n\n((Mikt' scored a critical, then if a 20 hits, he deals a total of 40 points of damage.))"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv, after seeing Mikt cleave another of the Zombies in two, moves up just a bit and goes after the zombie to his left with both swords.\n\n-5' step up\n- attackprim - (1d20+7)[ 9 ] \n- attacksec - (1d20+7)[ 20 ] \n\n- dmgprim - (1d6+2)[ 6 ] \n- dmgsec - (1d6+1)[ 2 ] "
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas shouts out, \" They're zombies! I'm afraid I can't tell you much more than that. \"\n\nWith that he once again throws out his arm, white light pouring forth from his palm.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTurn undead\n Turning Check - (1d20+2)[ 9 ] \n Turning Damage - (2d6+5)[ 7 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos moves himself leftward so that his companions' fat, sweaty, filthy, disgusting, morbidly obese bodies no longer block his view of the zombies, both webbed-up and about-to-be-cut-up while pulling out his crossbow. He then casts Enlarge Person on Mikt."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Mikts sword cleaves yet another zombie in half, the ground near the entrance is beginning to get slick from the rain and the ocher spilling from the zombies wounds. Silv slashes at the zombie but the creatures heavy blows knock his swords wide and he swings a fist like a heavy club at Silv.\n\nattack: rolled an 8 {edited roll to add more detail to the post}\n\nThe zombies slow swing is easily ducked by Silv and the others continue advancing. Veritas' white light again falters, it's bright beam shining straight and true and then dimming rapidly as it nears the zombies.\n\nMIkt suddenly feels himself growing taller, his head smacks into the ceiling and still he continues growing, forced to drop to one knee to avoid the low ceiling (10ft high, Mikt is now 13ft tall).\n\nOne of the zombies nearest the edge of the web manages to struggle free, the rest fight helplessly against the tangling strands.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \n "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "((No hit, even with my lower AC.😉))\n\nMikt' will slam down his greatsword with his newly gained strength from being enlarged, onto the viciouse creature that just threatened him with his attacks.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTo see if it hits:\n (1d20+8)[ 10 ] \n\nFor Damage:\n\n (4d6+10)[ 24 ] \n \n\n\nAssuming it's a miss, Mikt' swings too rapidly in the rush of the battle, and misses. He reminds himself to calm down next time."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv ducks and covers, stands tall, and takes two more swings.\n\n attackprim - (1d20+7)[ 16 ] \n attacksec - (1d20+7)[ 27 ] \n dmgprim - (1d6+2)[ 7 ] \n dmgsec - (1d6+1)[ 4 ] "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos fires his crossbow at the zombie that just broke free of the webs and then moves forward so that he is directly 10 feet left of Mikt and Silv. While he moves, he will drop his xbow and take out his staff.\n\nCrossbow attack: (1d20+1)[ 19 ] \nDamage: (1d10)[ 7 ] "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": " Veritas \n\nDrawing all of his faith he again focuses it through his holy symbol and a beam of light again shoots out to envelop the zombies.\n\n (1d20+2)[ 18 ] \n (2d6+5)[ 14 ] "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Mikt swings wildly from his new vantage point on one knee and is thrown off slightly, barely missing his target. Silve on the other hand makes short work of the earlier injured zombie, cleaving it's legs out from under it. Aemos' bolt flies true burying itself in the forehead of the zombie that recently broke free of the web, though it stagger forward only to be blasted by a searing white light from Veritas' holy symbol. The remaining zombies open theirr mouths in a silent scream and crumble to dust before being blown away by the wind."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"The battle, it is done.\" Says Mikt', as he crawls around, making sure all the creatures really vanished.\n \"What did they want?\" \n\n((Assuming he gets shrunk back to regular size now, he walks over to the casters))\n\n \"Rest. I will take first watch, in case they come back.\" "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n{experiance points awarded: 2000 each for monsters slain and survival}\n{experiance points awarded: 1000 each for roleplaying and no alignment adj.}\n{rewards material for encounter: None...\"all items were previously stripped}\n \n\n\nAs you begin to recover from the battle, taking stock and ensuring the creatures are dead a single extremely loud round of thunder seems to shake the very mountain. A flash of light erupts from the cavern entrance and you hear a soft chuckling sound. The laugh is cold, and seems to be rattling the owners teeth. You can hear the clicking of what you believe are bootheels walking down the corridor towards you. A figure cloaked in long black robes moves towards you, he stops about 10 feet away and an overwhelming aura of evil rolls before him.\n\nHe stops and stares at each of you, hands tucked into the sleeves of his long moth eaten robes and his face hidden in the deep unnatural shadows of his cloaks hood. Two shimmering green pinpoints of light open in the darkness of the cowl and you feel his gaze boring into you."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "...Should we roll initiative? Or keep the old ones? Or not attack?\n\n (1d20+2)[ 12 ] \n \"What are you doing here!\" Mikt' says, fiercely, as he readies his weapon."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Just after he catches his breath from fighting the zombies, Veritas reels backwards in surprise as dark figure suddenly materialises.\n\n\" Who...did...are you the one who killed those people? \""
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " More intruders...\n\nSpeak, Dark One. What is your business here? "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "He looks to Veritas and speaks. \"I am, and they are just the beginning child. Soon Ricta will fall and the rest of the...\" He stops as if he suddenly realized something. His gaze fixed on Veritas. He snaps his gaze to Aemos when he speaks. \"You travel in poor company Lundanite. When our armies sweep down upon the living none of them will be spared, you Lundanite should go to Lundan.\" His hand comes from inside his sleeve and he points at Mikt, Veritas, and Silv with a long, ancient skeletal finger. He drops his hand back into his sleeve and turns, a flash of light appears behind him a horizontal sliver of light that quickly spread up and down until a perfect circle of light glimmers before him. He moves through the door and disappears, the door snaps switly closed behind him."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Aemos: You recognize something about the figure. Something about the history of the dead wall and the leaders of the undead army. The archmages who had fallen...some whisper that they had themselves turned into Lich's so they could lead their armies back someday."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos ponders at both the dissapeared figure and his sparking memories.\n\n The withered hand...an undead? No, no minion of Darkness could wield such powerful magic and exude such an aura.\n\nUnless...\n\nNo...\n\nIt couldn't be...\n \n\nAemos suddenly clutches his chest and falls to his knees, his face a visage of horror. This is particularly disturbing as the mage rarely shows emotions, and never on this scale."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Are you alright mage? Who was he? What was that light? Are we locked in now? \n\nSilv seems a bit overwhelmed, and has many more questions than answers."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt' slashes his sword into the empty space where the skeleton used to be, obviously angry that he couldn't attack fast enough.\n\n \"What is wrong, Ameos?\" Mikt' asks, suddenly forgetting about the evil being and now worrying about his friend."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos looks straight forward, gazing at nothing. He is trying to keep his face straight, but his eyes betray his true emotions.\n\nIn a hoarse whisper he says, That was a lich. And not just any lich...\n\nThat was one of the great archmages who created the portal at the Dead Wall...all those eons ago... "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"What does it mean? What should we do now?\" \n\nThe half-orc looks worried now, not sure if his friend will be alright, but at the same time trying to grasp the situation."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "A soft glow appears at the caves mouth, the storm has passed promising a clear day dawning. No trace remains of the zombies save a couple of small ashy gray smears on the stone of the corridor leading out. A hawk cries out as it makes an early morning kill and everything seems to be moving along as if nothing had ever happened."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos's harsh breathing finally calms down. We...we should rest now. There is...there is much ahead of us. Very much. \n\nAemos stutters out an Alarm spell centered in the middle of the chamber and prepares his bedroll, looking more exhausted than one would expect. There is still a haunted look in his eyes."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas seems to have lost his sense of self, due to the situation. At Aemos's words, he simply lies down, and goes to sleep."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt' will stand watch. He waits near the outside of the cave, but stays in it a little, so that the sun isn't beating down directly on him.\n\n \"I'll take first watch. I trust your spell, it just worries me that you have helped me so much, taken me in as a friend, and I have done nothing to help you..\" \n\nHis eyes glaze off as if thinking of some far away battle, then he shakes his head hard, and walks over to the place mentioned above, just thinking, staring off every once in a while, trying to fight sleep."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": " SILV \n\nSilv walks over to join Mik't standing watch. His usual upbeat demeanor silenced by the lingering effects of the battle and the creature who visited afterwards. He squats down opposite Mikt's side of the cave entrance, silently keeping watch with Mikt."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt' doesn't notice Silv walk up near him, because he is in one of his distant stares again, sleep growing more powerful as he just sits there. Silv can notice that Mikt' really wasn't keeping watch, but getting away from everyone, thinking about something."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " It's alright Mik't, I have better eyes and ears anyway. \n\nSilv dutifully keeps watch, all the while thinking about that night and what it all means."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "At the sound of Silvs' voice, Mikt' jerks his head up for a moment, nitices it's only Silv, and rests his chin in his palm, apparently not hearing what was said, but going back into his trance again. A fter a few moments, he walks back over to his place on the ground and sleeps."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The morning comes and goes, the sun rises to high sun and still the cavern is quiet save for your soft breathing and an occasional snore. The day is bright and clear, small outcrops of the mountainside have sprouted new green growth and all traces of the taint from last night have gone. Only the fresh air of the high mountain pass blowing gently through the cavern."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "As the sun reaches its zenith, Veritas's eyes come open, and he sits up slowly. Seeing most of the others are still asleep, he goes over by the entrance to sit by Silv."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"UUURRRGGG!!\" Mikt' says, loudly and more grunt-like than words, apperantly upset about the awakening from the sun.\n \"Why is the sun up so early!!!\" He says, slightly softer, realizing others are still sleeping.\n \"Goodnight.\" He says this to no-one in aprticular, deciding that he would roll over, put something over his head to help block the sun, and try and continue sleeping.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSleep check:\n\n (1d20+3)[ 10 ] \n\nLets see if I can resist the sun. The check is 12, but I have something over my head giving me a plus 3. 😛\n \n\n\nMikt' tosses and turns, not being able to go back to sleep, he trudges over to the other two that ware awake."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "After a dreamless, tense night of sleep, Aemos awakes to a new day. He nods a \"good morning\" to his companions, spills some water into a cave depression as a wasing basin, refreshens himself, and begins his studies.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spells for the day:\n\nLevel 0: Prestidigitation, Light, Detect Magic, Message\nLevel 1: Grease, Mage Armor, Enlarge Person, Ray of Enfeeblement\nLevel 2: Web, Glitterdust, Web\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv nods to each of his newfound companions after a long night at watch. He seems only a bit physically tired...but seems overly mentally fatigued.\n\n What now mage? "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos sighs, closes his spellbook, and puts his head in his hand.\n\n I do not quite know yet. If we truly are dealing with an eons old archmage here, then we might as well be fighting a deity. \n\nAemos ponders some more...\n\n We still have our orders, however, and you all still have your rewards in mind. I would suggest that we head to the Dead Wall with haste and send off a message to the Empire as soon as we can find a willing messenger. We will stay put at the Dead Wall under the guise of assisting the Rictans until we receive further orders. "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"Alright, lets leave then!\" Mikt' starts to get together his things, mostly consisting of his backpack and his weapons."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas, still silent, walks back to gather his things. After his baggage is together, he nods.\n\n\" Let us go. \""
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Agreed. Let us leave this place and make with haste to the Dead Wall. "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As you all gather your belongings and your horses which you tied up in the back of the cavern to keep out of the rain. You all head North along the pass through the mountain, descending slowly into the plains below. As you move lower and lower, the lush green of the plains below fills your vision, The Sairn river meanders across your path from east to west towards the only city on the High Plains, High Sairn. You emerge from the pass and the gentle rolling foothills stretch out, leading to the plain. The tall grasses come up to your waists and your horses bellies. Once on the plain, the road leads straight ahead to the river Sairn.\nAt the rivers edge a small house sits along the bank. A modest dock extends out into the glassy waters of the gently flowing river and a lerge flatbottom raft sits tied to the dock. A youth of about 12 sits on the raft fishing in the river, the basket beside him empty and open. An older couple sits on the front stoop, whittling and sewing as they chat. A few men and women wander here and there, some harvesting large bundles of the thick grass and stacking it next to older dried bundles. Others grooming a few horses in a nearby corral.\nThe road continues to the West and a sign stands on the edge before the house. It reads.... High/Low Sairn & Lundan ------->\n Sairn river barge and Tavern-----^"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv seems to patiently wait for the mage's directions."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"Ameos, which way do we go?\" \n\nThe Half-Orc doesn't seem like much of a leader outside of battle."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " I...am unsure. We can either take the shorter, more difficult route through the wilderness or simply visit the nearest port and hire the services of a sailing ship.\n\nI would prefer to take the latter, unless one of you has hydrophobia... "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " I can always lead us through the wilderness. It depends on how much priority you put on time, mage.\n\nI personally don't care which way we take. A good ferry ride actually seems quite nice right now. "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"What way will bring us there faster? Thats the wayI want to go.\" "
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas looks from one member of the party to the rest. \" For some reason I have an odd feeling about taking a ship. I say we take the chance and go through the wilderness. I am sure Master Silv can guide us safely.\" "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Then the wilderness it is. Let us visit a nearby village or town first so that we may properly equip ourselves for the journey. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "I believe all we have is this tavern.\n\n//@Blkhawk, but I could be wrong. Am I?"
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Having reached a decision to visit the nearest city/town, before you lies a simple tavern/ferry station. The sign indicates Sairn is to the East along the road or along the Sairn River by ferry. One of the young men near the stables turns and walks toward your group. He looks to be about 20, human, with long black hair worn loose and wearing only a loose pair of breeches. He raises a hand in greeting, palm open and outward.\n\n \"Hallo travelers. Welcome to the Sairn pass waystop. If you seek shelter the inn is in the main house along with the tavern and a small goods store. The ferry house is where you'll need to go if you seek a ferry to Sairn. The road is easy and as safe as roads get here, though it'll take 5 days by road to reach Sairn and only 2 by ferry. I'm Falin Graycloud if there is anything I can be of assistance with just ask.\" \n\nHis friendly demeanor and easygoing attitude seem to set you all at ease. He waits patiently for a request, question, or dismissal."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos speaks first.\n\n We require supplies for a long journey by foot. Where can we get such necessities? "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The young man gestures toward the main house behind him. \"The general goods store is in there. We get regular shipment from Sairn and the merchants that pass through trade some of their goods. The Plainsmen and Grassriders also come when they pass near to trade their goods, or items they find on the plains for weapons, salt, and other things they have need of. The Grassriders are awfully fond of the spirits.\" He chuckles softly to himself, as if remembering a funny thought."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "The half-orc that was standing a bit away from the front of the group, suddenly starts talking in a loud, confident voice. \"So, Ameos, we go in there and buy things?\" He points over the the store the stableboy has mentioned. Mikt' seems to be asking more of what he should do, specifically to Ameos, rather than decide for himself. The wizard seems to have started to be like a road map the Mikt', and he cannot seem to to anything without it lately. Mikt' takes a step forward, then waits for Ameos to tell him that that's their destination."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Well, it seems we should stock up here. Go ahead and get what you need. \nSilv then proceeds to gather and stable all the horses."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos nods his thanks at the youth and proceeds to do as Silv instructs. He goes to the general store in search of supplies."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The general store, as you walk inside, is very simple. Shelves line the wall and goods are stacked wherever they best fit. There is however quite a good selection of various items and goods. Apparently the owners have been supplying adventurers for quite some time. The owner, an older human woman, politely greets you each and asks if there are any specifics you are looking for? She explains that more people are starting to venture through the pass again, now that the war is over between Lundan and Perax.\n\n{you may find any goods in the players handbook here at the store. The prices for items here are all 1 coin more than the book listed price..ie an item costing 7sp costs 8 sp here, 5gp = 6gp, etc. There is also a quality selection of scrolls and adventuring spellbooks, all of the books are blank. I don't plan on RPing all the haggling and shopping bits as it usually just takes forever and accomplishes little. So just post all the goods/items you are buying or want, I'll respond with what is available and what is not, then we'll move on as quickly as possible.}"
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "((What are we to do about gold? I don't think I really kept track of the small expenses we've had so far, and we haven't gotten much income lately, so...))\n\nAemos inspects the goods and asks for the following:\n\n1) 24 day's worth of trail rations\n2) Flint and Steel\n3) 100 ft. of hemp rope\n4) Scrolls of: Color Spray, Fly (if too expensive, Aemos will not buy the Fly scroll).\n\nBefore he makes the purchase, however...\n\n Silv, I am about to purchase about three week's worth of food, some flint and steel, some rope, and a scroll or two. Is there anything else we need? "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv looks at the Wizard like a teacher may at a slow student.\n\n If we actually need to BUY food for where we are going we need more help than I can provide.\n\nOther than that, rope is good. You may want some tindertwigs as well in case the wind picks up, and some torches and/or sunrods. We really do not want to be kept in the dark anywhere. "
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Verutitas, who had been following silently, piped in, \" I have sunrods, so don't worry on that account. \"\n\nAfter that, he continues to stand silently, as he doesn't need anything."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Bronz \n Silv looks at the Wizard like a teacher may at a slow student.\n\n If we actually need to BUY food for where we are going we need more help than I can provide.\n\nOther than that, rope is good. You may want some tindertwigs as well in case the wind picks up, and some torches and/or sunrods. We really do not want to be kept in the dark anywhere. \n \n\n I do not understand. Surely we cannot rely on hunting for food in the forest. "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The shopkeeper begin laying out the goods being requested. The scrolls seem well preserved save for a few spots of blood flecks on the outside of the rolled parchment, presumably from their previous owner. She starts to head off to gather the rations when Silv speaks up and she pauses, waiting patiently for them to decide if they want the ration or not."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " If you have the silver to spend, go for it, I won't stop you.\n\nBut I've never paid for a ration in my life.\n\nBeer, on the other hand, is something you can't really live without. "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " ...Beer.\n\n*Sigh*\n\nVery well, shopkeeper. The supplies I requested will be all that is necessary. "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The shopkeep nods and retrieves the rations which she sticks into a large sack. \"19 Gold for the Rations, Flint&steel, and the rope. The scrolls'll be 26 for the color spray, and 350 for the fly spell.\" She smiles slightly at Silv, \"You're friend has a point sir. If you'll be traveling north through the plainsmen and riders land some beer to trade might make them a bit easier to deal with should you come across them. The beer is 3 silver a jug, and spirits are 5 golds per jug. Oh and we'll need a copper per horse for stabling fees\" She draws out a sheet of parchment and a quill which she dips in some ink and begins writing the list, as she finishes she dusts the sheet with sand and hands it to Aemos."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"Here Ameos, I will help out with the stuff. Also, maybe we need more stuff, like a tent? And also, I would like to buy a bedroll. I'll hold those things.\" \nHe places down 81 Gp, to help out for some of the things Ameos is buying and to buy the tent and bedroll."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The shopkeep nods and fetches the tent and bedroll and adds them to the list along with 12 more gold. The tent she informs you is large enough for two people....or one half-orc. She chuckles softly and goes off to continue organizing the shelves while she waits."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt' will walk around the shop, just looking at random items and other things."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Once all the supplies are bought, Aemos will finish loading them onto the saddlebags and begin copying Color Spray and Fly into his spellbook."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "With all the purchases accounted for and the agreed upon prices met. The goods are stored and the horses fed and watered, they seem to have been well taken care of in Silv's trained eyes. They seem refreshed and ready to ride again. The sun is high in the sky and the day promises to be clear and bright, with all the clouds retreated leaving only a beautiful blue sky above and a seemingly almost endless expanse of green across the river. A slight breeze blows across the plains sending the tall grasses waving gently. The river itself is still clear from the mountains meltwater and flowing swiftly under the narrow bridge leading across to the freelands and across their vast expanse, the way to Ricta."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "The half orc clambers onto his horse and waits for the others to start moving before he heads off. \"What path are we taking? I can't remember what we chose.\" \n\n((I know we didn't choose the ship, but are we going through the forest? I am slightly confused on that matter.))"
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " We have decided to go through the mountains, yes. I suspect that it will be within visuals quite soon. \n\nBefore Aemos leaves the general store, remembers to pick up a reliable map of the terrain.\n\n I believe the next destination is the High Pass...correct? "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "As the group travels through and beyond the High Pass, Aemos gazes contemplatively at the view, musing on his memories and his past."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Time to go North and West. We need to find a place to ford this river. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv quickly changes direction...and abruptly acts like he knows what he's doing.\n\n So...there's a ford, right up this way. Some people around here call it a bridge. \n\nHe smiles gently, then walks off."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " I feel that much more confident about having you as our guide, Silv. "
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas follows along, content in the knowledge of thier guide."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The plains open before you as you cross the narrow bridge. It's construction rough but sturdy it looks as if it has been recently repaired. The make-up of the bridge however pales in comparison to the sight before you. Having been born and raised in mostly settled and civilized lands the enormity of the land before you speaks volumes. The horizon seems to go on forever before disappearing into the high grasses beyond your sight. The sky is a perfect shade of blue and the sun above shines brightly, causing the gently waving fields of grass to flash through every shade of green imaginable and back as it is blown back and forth.\n\n\nTo your left the tall Crystal Mountain range marches off to the west and then slowly it's fading peaks begin to curve north and west, fading into what may be molehills near the horizon. You know due north lies the Sairn Cliff, a cliff which gets it's name for the foolish Elf who leapt to his death rather than be captured by the Ogres seeking his capture and the prize of his ancient magical cloak. The cloak has been sought after for many years and has never been found. The Elves say it will come to the proper hands when the times are most dire.\n\n\nFrom what little you could gather from the small waystation behind you, the plains are known to be home to the barbarian tribes of Humans and Halflings...both of which may be reasoned with or bartered with if encountered. The plains are also known to be the home of wandering Goblin, Orc, and Orge tribes, as well as numerous other creatures that call the plains their home. The most disturbing is said to be a ghost haunting a small pond somewhere on the plains (it's location has never been charted, or if it was, was never found by the same person again). The ghost is said to be protecting a magnificently vast treasure, a secret mission had him running gold and other riches from a battle between the Dwarves and Humans. It's said he was waylaid by bandits and somehow managed to kill them all before succumbing to his wounds. They say he is still seeking a way to deliver his goods to his master.\n\n\nAs Silv takes the first step into the grasses they brush at his horses belly and easily reach your waist if walking. The movement of the grass sends several small birds chirping madly and fluttering high into the air, twittering their anger at the invasion of their space. And so under the angry chirping of the birds above you 4 begin your trek across the wildnerness of the Freeland Plains."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Hmm, these plains...I feel as though the very grasses are hiding something... "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " They always are. We need to head to those hills. They may be the only way through these mountains. After that, we need to head to the coast, though no port city is mapped there. We may have a hard time finding a ship to take us to Ricta. But we'll deal with that when the time comes. \n\nSilv then trots off with his horse, right into the tall grass and the expanse of wilderness. He seems quite at home."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Silv finds the going easy through the tall grasses. Their long stalks part easily as you pass and quickly spring back desperately competing with it's fellows for the rays of the sun above. The ground is covered in rich black dirt and Silv knows the land here would be perfect farming land and it is a wonder no settlers have begun taming the land. As you trudge along slowly, an occasional flock of phesant take flight disturbed from their nests by your passing. As the sun begins to settle and the sky slowly begins to darken the hills before you have grown slightly and now resemble toy mountains in the distance while what appears to be small hills have risen further northwest as more of the mountain chain that runs north to south comes into view. A movement to the north of your path draws your eyes and you see a herd of huge cattlelike creatures moving slowly through the grasses. They seem to be staying in one spot, an occasional grunt is carried on the wind, they mill about in their herd, eating at the grasses around them. Their hair is long and shaggy brown, a huge hump on their back rises from their shoulder blades and twin curved horns rise out and up from their massive heads. A few take notice of you but seem content to stand and watch unless you approach."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv merely soldiers on, heading for the hills in the distance."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Bronz \n Silv merely soldiers on, heading for the hills in the distance. \n \n\nAemos does the same, glancing every once in a while at the tall grasses."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Veritas and Mik't continue along following Silv and Aemos's trail through the grasses.\n\nThe sun continues to set slowly. The shadows continue to grow and soon the grasses are bathed in deep shadows. The sky to the west deepens to a dark blue and then the black of night. Hundreds of stars appear followed shortly by the moon shining brightly overhead, its pale face bright and nearly full."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas walks along in silence as well, slightly stunned by the rolling landscape around him. Finally, he notices that no one has said anything for a while, and in an attempt to break the silence says, \" So, how long do we think it will take to reach our destination? \""
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv looks over to Vertias, and as seriously as he can answers.\n \"Exactly as long as it takes.\" \n\nHe then turns to everyone.\n\n Seems as though it's getting late. Why don't all of you find a good spot to setup camp. Create a clearing in the grass if you must. I'll go see if I can find us some food. No need to eat those rations quite yet. \n\nSilv then tethers his horse to another, and dashes off.\n\n survival - (1d20+7)[ 26 ] \n//I'm guessing on the roll since rpgprofiler is still down. If it's not exact it's real close."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Silv manages to find and kill a string of 8 pheasants rather easily. They startle quickly from their nests and are easily shot as they take off to fly away, their bodies fattened from the days feeding. The camp is easily set up and prepped, the grasses, when pressed down actually make a soft bed to lay or sit upon.\n\nMik't ties his horse off to the others' horses and wanders off into the dark without word. Whether he is making water or hunting along with Silv he doesn't say. Though for the usually silent Mik't it doesn't seem out of character."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "While the party is sitting around the campfire...\n\n Tell me...have any of you ever dealt with the more powerful types of undead before? "
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas looks up from arranging himself. \" I have seen some few undead, although I am unsure of what you mean by powerful. \""
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " By powerful I refer to the mental faculties. Have any of you ever dealt with a thinking undead? Nothing like the rotting fleshbags we fought earlier, but an undead gifted with both the power of thought and the power of immortality...\n\nSuch as that lich... \n\nHe shudders at the last word."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by blkhawk26281 \n Silv manages to find and kill a string of 8 pheasants rather easily. They startle quickly from their nests and are easily shot as they take off to fly away, their bodies fattened from the days feeding. The camp is easily set up and prepped, the grasses, when pressed down actually make a soft bed to lay or sit upon.\n\n Mik't ties his horse off to the others' horses and wanders off into the dark without word. Whether he is making water or hunting along with Silv he doesn't say. Though for the usually silent Mik't it doesn't seem out of character. \n \n\nMik't wold be hunting along with Silv."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas slowly shakes his head. \"No, I am afraid not, I have encountered many undead in my travels, but none such as that. Can't say I'm too upset over it either.\" "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The night remains quiet save the occasional call of a wolf far in the distance catching a scent. The gentle breeze continues to blow cooling the campsite. Other than those few things the night is quiet and peaceful.\n\n{let me know when you guys decide to sleep, guard schedule, etc. }"
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "((I'll guard second, unless no-one else wants to, then I'll guide first.))\n\n \"Who wants to take first watch? I'll take second.\" "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos blinks and wakes up momentarily.\n\n *Yawn* ah, I seem to have forgotten about my Alarm spell again. \n\nAemos will cast said spell and go back to sleep."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The night passes quietly and you are each awakened by the first shafts of the sun dawning through the grasses. The day promises to be another bright clear day, you each go about prepping for the days long ride and after breakfast you all mount and prepare to depart. In the distance to the due West of you, silhouted on a small hill you see a small group of figures. As you watch them they turn as a group and move off behind the hill and out of sight. The distance is too great to make out any particulars about them though."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "As Aemos is packing his things, he spots the figures out in the distance.\n\n We have visitors, I think. Shall we pursue? "
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas comes awake around the same time, and after stretching, begins rolling up his blankets. At Aemos's words, Veritas looks around for the visitors that are supposedly there, not seeing anything. \" Perhaps. I see nothing, but they know something at the very least. Whcih way are they? \""
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " They wanted to be seen. I would not advise following them over that hill. If you do wish to pursue, we should go around and scout them from the North or South. "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"That is a good idea, we should follow them, but not directly. We can then decide if they wish to hurt us or not.\" "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The sun fully crests over the distant mountains basking the plains in it's golden light. The gentle breeze picks up again, blowing from the west, but instead of the normal scents of the plains like the dew on the grasses, a much sweeter scent drifts on the wind, like flowers in bloom. With still no other sign of the strangers in the distance, the grasslands stretch before you awaiting your passage and forgetting you just as swiftly as the grasses spring back behind you."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Then it is decided that we shall pursue?\n\nIf so, then let us take Silv's advice and scout them from the north or south. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "*shrugs*\n\n We can go about it two ways. I could try and sneak over there best I could to get a decent glimpse and report back. That may take a bit, and might be fully a waste of time, but it would be the course of action with the least amount of risk.\n\nSecond, we could ride around, and come at them from the side. They could be merely travellers such as ourselves, but they could also be luring us into a trap. Either way, all of us going over there is a risky proposition. At least we'll have safety in numbers. "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"But if you go over there all by yourself, you might get hurt as well. We could all just look over the mountain, if it is a trap then it would probably be on the other side. There doesn't look to be anywhere to hide on the top.\" \n\n((I'll edit that if there are places to hide on the top of the hill.))"
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": " Whatever we do, I say we do it in a group. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Then let us go around. I still don't like going right over that hill. \n\nSilv proceeds to head out to the North side of the hill, expecting everyone to follow."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt' agrees silently, then follows along, waiting for everyone else to do the same."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As those who decide to venture forth to explore the opposite side of the hill and the mysterious figures there. As you approach the hill slowly the scent of freshly bloomed flowers grows stronger. As you round the hill you can see a small group of trees, short and stunted in their growth, they stand watch around a small pool of clear water. The pool is about 10 feet around and surrounded by a swath of flowers bunched tightly around the pool, their flowers in full bloom and the trees blossoms, a beautiful pinkish white color. The grasses stop about 10 feet out on all sides of the pool and are replaced by hard brown dirt sun baked and devoid of life."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " This is...odd.\n\nMage? "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Most perturbatory... The wizard strides toward the grass and crouches down for a better look.\n\n((I would roll a Knowledge check, but Aemos's character sheet died with rpgwebprofiler when that website was taken down...what shall I do?))"
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As Aemos moves to the swath of rock he immediately notices a complete lack of...life. The rocks have no lichens, no algae, no stray weed...it's completely devoid of life, circling like a protective ward the abundant life within the circle. Birds flit between trees, a squirrel races through the branches, and even a fish bursts the surface of the still pond to snag an insect who wandered too close. The ripples run across the surface of the pond and quickly fade back to a still glass reflecting the flowers along the banks."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas follows Aemos to the strange swath of ground. \" It's like everything just... died. \""
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos pulls out his Wand of Detect Magic and expends a charge to see if there are any magical forces in the area."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The magic of the wand sends a tingle through your arm and their is a silent concussive thump as it is released at the area. The entire area from the edge of the dead rock completely encompassing the pool is suddenly bathed in a bright red glow. The entire area is definately magical in nature."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Well, let us set aside the obvious, first.\n\nIt is magical. As though the barreness around the pond couldn't actually tell us... \n\nAemos rips up a clump of grass, roots, dirt and all, and tosses it into the pool."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The clump of grass flutters through the air and hits the surface of the pool with a splash, sending ripples across the surface. The dirt from the clump slowly soaking through with water dissolves and drifts down into the water, the grasses float across the surface unchanged."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Most interesting...the water does not seem to react to living plants, even though there is no grass in the immediate vicinity of the water...\n\nHave the rest of you ever encountered something like this before? "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " This is far out of my realm of expertise. "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"I haven't, I wish I did though. It's..Amazing.\" "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " I MUST have a chance to study this. It is truly a pity that there are no Imperial laboratories nearby, or at least a small animal with which we can test the potency of the water... \n\n((Still waiting on what to do with my char sheet...))"
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"I could taste the water. It looks inviting. And tasty...\" \nMikt' starts to slowly start walking towards the water, actually considering taking a few sips of the water. Then he regains his composure and sits back down."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As Aemos sits and studies the pool and it's surrounding, searching hard for some clue to it's strangeness. His mind swiftly running through the cataloged stores of knowledge. The feel of the magic penetrates like a shaft of light through the night and you realize it is a powerful illusory spell surrounding the water. The water itself is real though, but everything from it's edge to the edge of the \"dead zone\" around it is illusory.\nYou seem to remember something about the pool of water from old histories or legends but you can't quite place it."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " ...I see.\n\nThis is an illusion, a hallucination to deceive the mind. The water is as real as we see it, but the area of death around it is a falsehood. \n \n Spoiler \n Will save to disbelieve: (1d20+7)[ 13 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas stops and stoops down, attempting to examine the illusory area. \" Oh. Well.. Why would someone put an illusion here? And what could it be concealing? \""
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " It could be anything. But I doubt it is for concealment. It more than likely has some other purpose.\n\nThis is beyond my skillset, however. Although... \n\nSilv then looks around for the tracks of those that should have been here.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n survival - (1d20+6)[ 7 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Veritas can see through the illusion easily now, as can Silv and the others. The once bustling plantlife and animals are gone, the bare rock continues all the way to the edge of the pool.\nSilv sees no tracks visible in the surrounding area."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "\" So that's why it appeared so perfect. It was in fact unnatural. Perhaps something with the pool...? \" Veritas walks over to the pool and begins examining the water and perimeter.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Search - (1d20+1)[ 21 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "At the pools edge, looking down into the water the pool seems to be a perfect shaft straight down. The water darkens as it continues down into the depths. About 30 feet down the water brightens again as a shaft of light seems to be filtering through brightening the bottom of the pools shaft. The walls of the shaft appear perfectly smooth and carved by a skilled miner or magical means."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas turns away from his examinations and faces the others. \" It seems this pool leads down to somewhere. Any ideas on how to investigate? \""
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"Maybe there is no pool at all?\" \nMikt' picks up a rock/stick and tosses it into the pool, waiting for the familiar rippling of the water."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "If the rock does confirm that it is a regular pool...\n\n Let us tie a small boulder to a length of rope and lower it to see how far down the shaft goes. If it is shallow enough, let us then tie one of us to another length of rope and lower that person down into the pool.\n\nOf course, we should see if the water is harmless to us in the first place... "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Mik'ts stone splashes into the water and quickly sinks down through the depths, fading to a dark spot before brightening momentarily as it passes through the light before fading back into a dark spot before disappearing into the watery depths."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Hmmm Don't really know what to make of that. "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "And with that, Aemos strides to the water, crouches down at its edge, and prepares to dip his finger into the water..."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv, quite reflexively, begins taking a few steps back."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As Aemos dips his finger in the water, the cool water ripples from his touch but nothing else happens, for all intensive purposes the pool of water seems entirely normal. The water is cool to the touch and very clean."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Hmm...the water seems to be quite safe. \n\nHe takes out a length of rope, ties a small boulder to it (if there is one), and lowers it into the pool to see how deep it is."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " You know...this maybe just a pool of water. Granted I don't know why some illusion would be around it...but it just might be normal. "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Aemos lowers the rock into the water and after a small splash it begins sinking steadily down into the well as Aemos plays out the length of rope. As the rocks descends it darkens with the water and brightens again as it passes through a slender shaft of light about 20 feet down...the same spot the pebble seemed to brighten before disappearing into the depths beyond. The stone remains steady, no currents tug at it or push it aside. You can see from the side of the rock in the water that the light is filtering into the water from the north side of the well's wall."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Stupid water...I HATE water! \n\nSilv then dives right in, aiming for the shaft of light, and hoping that there is an exit relatively soon.\n\n swim - (1d20+2)[ 9 ] "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos looks blankly at his companion's hasty action.\n\n ...\n\nPresumably, he will tug the line a few times should he run out of air. Until then, there is no more we can do for him. \n\nHe sits back and twiddles his thumbs."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "After a rather ungainly dive into the well Silv swims down slowly, kicking his feet towards the shaft of light, as he descends he sees it is an opening in the North wall. After swimming into the tunnel and the light, the shaft ends abruptly as a series of well carved and decorated stairs lead up out of the water into a small room about 10 by 10. The stairs continue up to a raised ledge 10 feet across and five feet deep with a large stone door set into the wall looking down over the watery entrance."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "*Those humanoids had to go somewhere. Seems as though it might be here.*\n\nSilv then looks around as he peaks his head out of the water, but not getting out of the water, and attempts to see if you can find signs of travel anywhere.\n\n spot - (1d20+6)[ 16 ] \n survival - (1d20+6)[ 10 ] \n search - (1d20+6)[ 16 ] "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The air in the cavern is very moist so little dust has accumulated, however, a slight growth of mold & algae have grown up over the stairs and the stone floors. The floor near the door is undisturbed."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv heads back up to the rest of the group. When he gets out of the well, he shakes himself out.\n\n Well, there's actually a door down there. Doesn't seem like it's been used, but I could be wrong. We can check it out further if you like. "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": " Veritas Veritas shakes his head at Silv's impetuous dive into the well and he waits, leaning over the edge watching Silv's progress down the well and out of sight into the tunnel and his reemergence and announcement of a door below. He chuckles softly and says to Aemos and Silv. \"I've been praying since we've been waiting and I think this might be some sort of burial site or crypt. I don't sense any evil emanating from the pool of water, but I really won't know more unless we go down. \n Mik't Mik't edges closer to the water as Silv emerges, his eyes still scanning the surrounding area for any sign of the figure seen earlier. He nods slightly at Silv and then his eyes focus on Aemos at the announcement of Silv's discovery. His fingers subconsiously carress his weapon's hilt though he's learned to trust the magic user's judgement and guidance."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Crypts...undead...\n\nIs is possible that this place could be connected somehow to the Liches of the North...?\n\nIn any case, it would not be wise to leave this uninvestigated. Let us waterproof our packs and dive under. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "With that, Silv sighs and dives right back in. He does not get out of the water until are are with him, and then he will search the walkway for traps, the door for traps, and check the door to see if it is locked."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos stuffs the rest of his belongings into his sack, wraps them firmly with cloth to delay the soaking process, and then dives under as well."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As Aemos starts to swim down he realizes too late the rope he used to tie off the bag was still attached to his rock and he flounders being dragged down by the gear, as the stone passes the tunnel you struggle to right yourself, and just as you do, your feet touch something solid. Standing on what seems to be a solid surface, the rock tied to the rope hanging below your feet, you manage to walk out of the well and into the tunnel and break the surface within.\n\nMik't and Veritas follow the group into the water right behind Aemos. As they surface behind Aemos in the water leading to the stairs out of the tunnel, you all see the same room Silv had seen earlier. Silv, after climbing the stairs, searching intently for traps, finds none. The only decorations at all in the small entryway is an inscription on the door carved in Common. The inscription is easily readable....\n\n\"Here is entombed the traitor of Lundan.\nSentenced to be buried alive in this crypt.\nKnow all who enter of worth and honor,\nthe true oath of loyalty shall open your way.\"\n\nCarved below this in a much simpler carving probably by a dagger is carved below the first.\n\n\"The spirit of the hawk find you, honored outsider\"\n\nThe stone door itself is carved out of the solid rock, though the seam looks almost dwarven with how tightly the stone fits to the wall. No handle or knob adorns the door."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "You can all here Silv, muttering to himself.\n \n*Stupid magic doors...* \n\nHe then catches himself, and looks at Aemos directly.\n Well, Mage? "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Ugh. Remind me to take instructional lessons in swimming, next time. Aemos coughs up another bit of water, dries himself a bit, and peers at the door.\n\n A riddle...I am trained in the magical arts, not in guessing games. But let us at least try.\n\nPerhaps if we swear an oath in front of the door, or even to the door, we can enter. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Good thinking there mage, couldn't figure that one out... \n\nThe statement drips with sarcasm. Obviously Silv is merely waiting for the smart one of the group to do something besides state the obvious."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Instead of looking upon me with contempt, sneers the wizard, perhaps you could, oh, come up with a different solution? Or try mine? "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " It's hardly contempt. I do find it funny however that someone as smart as you must point out the obvious.\n\nNot sure why that is.\n\nIn any case, this is out of my area of expertise. What is the Lundanite oath anyway? Is it a Soldier's Oath? "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " There are many, but I am aware, as all citizens of Lundan are, of this Oath to the Emperor, which is but one of many:\n\nAll hail the Emperor,\nHis crown, his glory, his might\nAll hail the Emperor,\nHis fist bears the flame of justice\nAll hail the Emperor\nMay none stand in His way\n\nThere is another oath that I know:\n\nBy sword and fire in the witness of the Gods I accept their dismissal of all previous oaths and take this oath of my own will and desire. By the emperor's will I swear my life, freedom, and energies. To glory of Lundan and glory of the emperor and the destruction of our enemies by any means necessary. All opposed to the empires cause are enemies, long live the empire, long live the emperor. So the Gods decree and so I swear "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " There are many, but I am aware, as all citizens of Lundan are, of this Oath to the Emperor, which is but one of many:\n\nAll hail the Emperor,\nHis crown, his glory, his might\nAll hail the Emperor,\nHis fist bears the flame of justice\nAll hail the Emperor\nMay none stand in His way\n\nThere is another oath that I know:\n\nBy sword and fire in the witness of the Gods I accept their dismissal of all previous oaths and take this oath of my own will and desire. By the emperor's will I swear my life, freedom, and energies. To glory of Lundan and glory of the emperor and the destruction of our enemies by any means necessary. All opposed to the empires cause are enemies, long live the empire, long live the emperor. So the Gods decree and so I swear.\n\nThis oath is particularly binding because... and with this, Aemos closes his eyes, prods his forhead with his index and middle finger, and touches the door with it.\n\n((Spell lost: Read Magic))\n\nAemos's Spells:\n\nLevel 0: Prestidigitation, Light, Detect Magic, Read Magic \nLevel 1: Alarm, Grease, MAge Armor, Burning Hands\nLevel 2: Glitterdust, Web, Web"
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "At the recitation of the first oath the door's writing seems to glow softly but no other change is detected. At the recitation of the second oath the letters immediately glow fiercly red and the door seems to hum softly as the oath continues, until Aemos finally touches the door and with a small concussive boom the door collapses in on itself, folding in half again and again faster than the eye can follow until it disappears from sight. The rush of fresh air into the tomb causes a stiff breeze to blow past you into the darkness. No sound emanates from within, just the beating of each of your hearts as the spell ends and you are left facing an open doorway, devoid of light. The only thing you can see from the torches beside the doorway is a 5 foot wide tunnel leading away from the door, the ground slowly sloped deeper below ground."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " ...impressive.\n\nIf anyone has a sunrod, I would recommend that they use it now. He says this as he gives Veritas a glance."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas' attention snaps back to the present at the loud opening and Aemos' words. \" Oh. Of course. Sorry, merely thinking. \"\n\nVeritas removes a sunrod from a pocket in his robe and lights it, holding it aloft to light the way."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " I guess I will lead the way. \n\nSilv then slowly but surely on the edge of the light wanders in, swords drawn."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos advances third in line, his crossbow knocked and drawn."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As Silv steps into the tunnel followed by Veritas, Aemos, and finally Mik't bringing up the rear. The tunnel is well constructed and uniform in size and grade of descent. The floor is covered with a fine layer of stone dust, it looks as though nothing has disturbed the dust since the door was sealed. The tunnel continues for about 50 yards before leveling out and opening into a room.\n\nThis room is about 25' by 25' The walls are lined with shelves, cabinets, chests, and an armor stand. Several torches hang in sconces around the walls, two per wall. In the center of the the room is a small pedestal. Across the room a door of stone stands in the center of the wall, looking very much like the first door you came to, though this door is devoid of writing and has a large iron knocker hanging in the center of it as well as a handle set into the door itself."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Stay right here, I'll be right back. \n\nSilv then tip toes forward, checking around in search of any traps.\n\n search - (1d20+6)[ 17 ] "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Silv finds nothing suspicious, although there is a small book resting on the pedestal in the center. The cover is covered with stone dust and the title unreadable right now. It appears to be bound in red leather a simple ribbon tied around the binding holds the book closed.\nThe only signs of life in the room is beneath the stone door in the opposite room. A soft breeze blows through a crack below the door and the unmistakable scent of jasmine wafts through occasionally as the breeze disturbs the dust trying to settle there."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Found something for more of your expertise, mage.\n\nAs far as mine, everything does indeed to seem safe, at least in this room. I feel a draft from behind that far door however, so keep sharp. \n\nSilv then points to the book on the pedestal, and maintains a watchful eye."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "A glint of delight flashes in the wizard's silver eye. A tome...it is my folly that I decided to sacrifice my spell for reading such books earlier at that door. For now, let us see if the tome's former owner has left any fleeting defenses for his book: \n\nAemos expends a charge from his wand of Detect Magic, concentrating for 3 rounds."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt' will stand at the ready, not knowing what to expect after a dissapearing door, and then a book that seems to be harmless yet no-one has touched it. Mikt' mutters to himelf \"Why does everything have to be so complicated..\" He holds his weapon in his hands and looks towards the the door that Silv said to watch out for, waiting for the worst."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "With a small concussive thump the wand discharges it's spell and the book begins to very faintly glow a light pinkish color.\n\nEDIT: As the magic leaves the rod and the weaves of it's discovery become clear you recognize it as a simple cantrip, meant to preserve the book and it's bindings against age and wear. You discern the author or owner of the book held the information to be of some value and wished to protect it's contents. Just below the surface of this spells weaves you recognize a comprehend languages spell drifting along the seams of the book's edging."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Sensing no immediate danger but still wary of what an ancient tome could contain, Aemos cautiously opens the book."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The dust falls away from the cover as you begin to open it. On the cover is written \" The Oathbreakers of Lundan as Witnessed by Fent Freebreeze \"\n\nThe book opens on the pedastal with no ill effects. The words, visible as ink smudges slowly shift and melt together to form clear words in the chosen language of whoever is reading it."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos will skim the contents to check if there is anything important inside.\n\nIf there is not...\n\n Hmm...a fascinating tome, but I will have to study it later. The tomb and its denizens beckon. "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"Should we go this way?\" \nMikt' takes a tentative step towards the door, never fully averting his gaze from it."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As Mik't begins walking towards the door he hears a faint voice from the other side. The words are muffled but the sounds of someone speaking or shouting can be made out."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt' looks at the door intently.\n \"What was that?\" \nHe takes a few steps foward, waiting for the rest of the party to continue, preferrably behind him."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As Mik't moves closer, the voice gets louder though the words are still difficult to make out, the voice seems angry and shouting, though no other voice responds, it sounds as if a heated argument is being made."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv will carefully follow in Mik't's footsteps.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n listen - (1d20+6)[ 16 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos makes ready his crossbow and listens as well:\n\n (1d20+8)[ 26 ] "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "It's time to listen, I guess. :)\n\n Listen - (1d20+1)[ 9 ] "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Mik't leans up against the door. The gray stone is strangely warm. The voice is definately masculine and he seems to be shouting something about \"fish\"."
},
{
"author": "Whiplord",
"message": "Veritas steps back a few feet and takes a readied stance. \" Not to rain on anyone's adventuring spirit, but i would like to point out that we are in a tomb. A tomb with undead. A tomb with undead, where we are hearing voices. Which could very well mean a tomb filled with intelligent undead. Which would be a tomb I don't really want to be in. \"\n\nHe glances apprehensively about. \" Just saying. \""
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Aemos, leans in to the door and listens closely. He manages to position his ear tightly against the door and can plainly hear the male on the otherside. He is definately upset, though a hint of amusement still trickles through his tirade about the \"stupid blind cavefish and the lack of any real quality company in this God's forsaken place.\"\n\nThe voice sounds human though certain words are said in the musical lilt of Elvish. Aemos can also faintly hear the sound of water flowing, splashing on the other side of the door as well as what could only be described as a bird's call."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " You will be relieved, then, Veritas. The sounds from beyond the door appear to be made by either humans with an Elvish accent, Elves with an accent, or something similar. They seem to be complaining about the general quality of the water.\n\nI propose that only one or two of us try to greet them. That way, if they are hostile, at least two of us will be in a position to rescue or flee. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Well, go ahead mage. I can watch your back from here. "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Very well. \n\nCast Mage Armor:\n\nLevel 0: Prestidigitation, Light, Detect Magic, Read Magic \nLevel 1: Alarm, Grease, MAge Armor , Burning Hands\nLevel 2: Glitterdust, Web, Web\n\nAemos cautiously cracks open the door and peers into the opening:\n\n (1d20+9)[ 16 ] "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt' will follow behind, to show that there is some type of prtection, unless Veritas motions that it is a bad idea..."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "((Good news! I have internet for the day!))\n\nIf Aemos sees that the voices are made by something hostile, he will immediatly duck back into the doorway and whisper a warning;\n\n Be silent. Enemies are ahead. \n\nIf Aemos sees that the voices are made by something friendly, or potentially so, he will walk calmly towards them with crossbow out but in a non-threatening matter."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The door opens easily for Aemos and as you crack it open the scents and sounds of a forest hit you. The cavern is well lit and is filled with green vegetation and trees! The left wall is a gently flowing waterfall filling a 10x10 pond. The right wall has several rows of vegetables and fruits growing and most look quite full and ripe. The figure you heard speaking stands thigh deep in the pond, an Elven man, stripped to the waist stands, talking and shouting as he stares into the water, his right hand is held just above the waters surface and you see several very pale fish laying on the bank gasping their last breaths. ANother opening in the cave wall is directly across from you, warm torchlight spills out from the room though the light is all you can see at the moment.\n\nThe man looks up as soon as Aemos begins walking towards him, his eyes narrowing slightly as he spreads his arms hands held open wide to reveal no weapons. When he speaks his words are heavy with bitterness and anger, \"So Lundanite pup, your masters have finally tired of toying with me in this prison and sent you to complete the sentence? Then so be it...I face death with pride knowing that my efforts, though they failed, will be as a splinter in the emperor's toe..festering and painful for the eternity I go willingly into!\" He closes his eyes and throws back his head and waits motionless for the death blow."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "(Yay for libraries with internet!\n\nEdit: Even better news! My internet works now.)\n\n ...what manner of sorcery is this, that a forest and an elf lies within a cavern?\n\nAnd what prison sentence do you speak of? I cannot render judgement, no matter how merciful or cruel, upon you until I know what the Emperor has decreed upon your head.\n\nFurther more...why are you here? "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The Elf looks at Aemos..truly perplexed. His face slips into a mask of contempt before smoothing into a stillness like a frozen pond. \"As you must know...the door to my prison can only be opened by one who has sworn allegience to the emperor . I assume you are he who opened the door, forgive me if I am mistaken. As to your question about my sentence, I was labeled a traitor to the empire because I stood against his decision to subjugate the Free Lands of the Tribes under which I assume we no longer stand. The word emperor is almost growled and the last he says with a soft sigh of loss. \"Your emperor decreed I be buried alive in this tomb and provided food and water through a portal so that I may die as slowly as possible. His eyes flash momentarily at the thought of the centuries of confinement beneath the stone, seperated from the freedom of the sky and the winds, then his cold visage softens slightyl and he gestures around him. \"Only through my prayers to Corellon Larethian and Ehlonna have I been blessed with this tolerable dwelling. Though they dare not interfere directly in the mortal quibbles, they deigned me worthy to give a blessing such as this to ease my torment.\" The last trails off quietly and he waits patiently for the mockery and laughter that must come before these people again leave him ahere alone and sealed in his tomb."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv then creeps in after hearing a normal voice. He stands behind the mage, seemingly on edge. The impression on his face gives way to the torture that he understands this elf is going through, as though if the punishment were his he would have long ago drowned himself."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Ah, yes...I remember you now. You dared to rise against the Emperor trying to defend those who would resist his Will. By Lundan law, He has every right to put you through this torment.\n\nHowever...\n\nTell me, how familiar are you with these caves? Depending on how much you can assist us, I may be able to cut a deal with Imperial officials and perhaps lessen your ordeal. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv doesn't seem to be his normal self, but seems very sullen, almost withdrawn while in the cave with this prisoner."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt' steps into the room, seeing that Silv and Ameos doesnt' mind, they are both in. There seems to be no danger, so his hand is off his weapon, and when he steps into the room, he looks, like Silv, unlike himself. He is suddenly antsy, and cant seem to stay still, touching this rock and that, looking over to the elf, and then he realizes that a few eyes has wandered over to him.\n\n \"Hello, my name is Mikt'! I really don't think you should be rotting in this cave, can you help us? I am freindly, don't you worry.\" He says all this with alot of enthusiasm, and sticks outhis hand for a shake while walking closer to the elf."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The prisoners eyes look over the new entrants with a curious, measuring eye. His gaze lingers a moment on Silv and he offers a barely perceptible nod to the ranger. He then looks to Mik't as he speaks, a crack of a smile appears on his face before he nods and replies first to Mik't then to Silv. \"Greetings Mik't, I was once Galeth Broadleaf, Commander of Intelligence and Scouts for the Empire of Lundan until I realized the evil that had corrupted the empire and turned against it. Now...you may call me Gareth.\" He glances to Aemos and takes and shakes Mik'ts hand if Aemos makes no gesture in the negative. He then continues to Aemos this time. \"Yes...I dared to stand against a corrupt tyrant willing to crush anyone and anything under his foot that happened to be in his way. I dreamed a dream of the terror and wanton destruction my actions would bring on the peaceful tribes of the region. I saw the men and boys slain by a rain of arrows before they could even think to attack. I saw the old women and young children have their heads bashed in with clubs to save arrows. I saw young women dragged to rape tents and their bodies dumped out into the streets when their bodies or hearts gave out completely. I saw all of this that I had become a part of and I turned from it...and I have never once regretted my decision!\" His fingers clench tightly as he speaks, never shouting but speaking sharply through clenched teeth. [color=blue]\"Only my Gods will judge me pawn of Lundan. I will broker no deal with you so long as you work to Lundan's ends. I would rather stay in this hole and die of old age rather than sell my eternal soul for the raving madness of your Tyrant\"[.color]"
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Then your inaction could very well make your previous efforts, and your current imprisonment, completely in vain, for what we fight against threatens not only the Emperor and the Empire but the entire world, including your precious savages.\n\nBut if your hatred against my Lord is so great, then we shall leave you to your doom. Take comfort in the fact your blinding hatred led to the deaths of many.\n\nAnd once the land has been reduced to wastes and the crawling dead, I will remember to come back from my failed mission and tell you, in precise detail, how your barbarian peoples plead for your help as the undead masses swarmed over them, and then cursed your name as their flesh filled the bellies of the hordes. \n\nAemos makes to turn away and move on, but will pause as soon as the elf says a word of protest."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Once Aemos leaves, Silv approaches the prisoner.\n\nHe whispers to him;\n I would end your suffering, as the knowledge of a spirit such as yours locked up hurts me greatly. I also cannot abide discontent among us, so I only have one alternative. \n\nSilv then shows his blade, and looks into the elf's eyes, looking for an answer."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos watches the elf intently for his reaction."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Galeth lowers his eyes after Aemos's rebuke. He remains silent, looking up only as Silv speaks and shows his blade. His eyes remain watching the blade, a shadow of longing pass over his eyes and then disappears, he looks to Aemos and says softly. \"You speak honestly for a Lundanite...and you are right. I do know the caves of this area quite well, though mine own is finite, the caves of the mountain's to the West are labyrinthine and endless. If it is these caves you speak of, then I will help you to them and offer any knowledge I have that may be of use. In exchange I ask only for release from my prison...alive.\" He looks to Silv and gently places a fingertip against his blade, guiding it away from his body, he offers a small smile to Silv, as a thanks for the offer but no thanks, recognizing finally the kindred spirit of nature inside the ranger."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " I do not think it is these caves we need, but the mage here might want us to explore them anyway. \n\nSilv then looks over to Aemos, watching as intently as the prisoner."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt' watches the speeches between the people in the room, and still keeps touching things and fretting about. He looks worried when Silv brings up his blade, but calms when it is placed back down."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos nods his approval.\n\n In return for your assisstance I will petition Imperial officials for your freedom, and perhaps the freedom of your people.\n\nAs for this crypt...we seek to investigate this crypt for any clues about its possible involvement with the Dead Wall. We are on a mission to study the recent events at the Dead Wall and conclude as to whether or not the land is in immediate danger. Judging from our quite recent encounter with one of the former archmages of the North, I am concerned that the lands are indeed quite in danger.\n\nWe would appreciate a guide, or at least a strong sword arm, through this crypt, and perhaps beyond. "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "He nods, listening and replies. \"You release me from my imprisonment Lundanite as payment for assistance needed to accomplish your mission, I accept. This cave is little more than what you see. The cavern beyond is my sleeping chamber, no entrance or exit remains in the tomb here...I assure you I would have found it by now if there had been another exit. As for the deadwall...You would be wise to abandon your quest and return home, though I know you will not. I will travel with you west to the mountains and show you the easiest pass through them to the north west...the tunnel will lead you to a small fishing village on the north shore where they occasionally make sail for Ricta although at a cost.\" He turns and kneels before an oak near the waters edge. He whispers a soft prayer of thanks and turns to face you all. \"I am ready...to see the sky once more.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Mage, this is important. The knowledge he has of that landscape is what I lacked as I have not been that way.\n\nThis would certainly help us, and not just because I would like him to see the sun again. "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "The wizard nods in understanding.\n\n I accept. In exchange for your assistance, you will have your freedom.\n\nLet us leave at once, then. Show us the way, Broadleaf. "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt' looks happy when he finds out that he is leaving this hole in the ground, and follows."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "As the group leaves the tomb, Aemos mutters, Interesting that the Emperor would place a traitor in a tomb instead of a dark dungeon cell somewhere in Lundan... "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "((Bumpity Bump Bump\n\nJust keeping this thread bumped till our DM gets back from wherever he went. He should be back soon.\n\nSpace for rent.))"
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Galeth retreats to his small nook in the back of the large cavern. He returns wearing a simple brown pair of breeches and a loose green shirt. The shirt has several holes in it and what look like ancient bloodstains on the back. He wears a simple pair of leather boots, well worn, a travel stained knapsack over his shoulder and a thumbthick staff of ancient oak, the wood of the staff has a silvery shimmer to it like the rock wood of ancient trees.\n\nAfter retrieving his meager gear he reemerges into the cavern approaching Silv. \"You have a wild look to your eyes. I trust you know your way on the trail so I will stick close to you and offer what advice I may...unfortunately my head was bagged when they threw me into this tomb so I look to you to lead me out.\" His eyes seem to sparkle with a dim, long lost light of hope as he speaks about leaving the tomb. He looks to each member of the party, offering a small nod of thanks for his release and then waits patiently for Silv's directions."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv nods, both in assurance and to ease his own mind. He leads the way out of the cavern, through the pool and back out.\n\nOnce outside, he gives the elf a minute to reassert himself with nature, and then gets on to the task at hand. He points out where the mountains are, what direction the group is headed, and most of all, where the river is and which way it flows."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos, meanwhile, shakes himself dry, repacks the supplies, and stands ready for directions. His mind keeps wandering back to the book, however. He would read it the next time the group decides to rest."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Galeth follows Silv and as he pulls himself out of the pool and stands, shaking the water from his hair, he begins laughing softly and leans back and lets out a loud shout of joy. When he finishes his shout you all can plainly see tears flowing as he takes it all in.\nAfter several minutes of this he turns and listens to Silv explaining the situation. He nods at key points and then offers, \"We should travel swiftly directly east. These are the Razorclaw Tribe's lands and they don't look too kindly on anyone trespassing...however, if any of you have any beer or spirits...I think I could cut our walk across the plains down significantly. The tribes are very fond of the drinks and willing to trade just about anything for some.\" "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Hmm...I don't suppose we ever bought that ale from the town we came through a short while ago... "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " No, I don't believe we actually did.\n\nAs a matter of fact, I seem to remember some reacting in a very rude manner to that suggestion.\n\nI fear my \"I told you so\" will have to wait, though. \n\nSilv looks rather smug, given the fact that if the party did stop to buy drinks they would all be long gone by now. He's still taking the chance to point out that buying drinks is never a bad idea, though."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Bronz \n No, I don't believe we actually did.\n\nAs a matter of fact, I seem to remember some reacting in a very rude manner to that suggestion.\n\nI fear my \"I told you so\" will have to wait, though. \n\nSilv looks rather smug, given the fact that if the party did stop to buy drinks they would all be long gone by now. He's still taking the chance to point out that buying drinks is never a bad idea, though. \n \n\nAemos at first gives Silv an irritated glare, but...\n\n *Sigh* Very well, I concede my error.\n\nI solemnly swear from this day forth to carry at least a pint of alcoholic beverage with me at all times. Are you pleased now? "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Indeed. \n\nAnd again with a smug smile and apparently not able to let the mage forget who was right, Silv goes into a motion of digging through his pack, finding no alchohol, and pleading to his unseen masters for mercy.\n \nPhew. I hope we don't have to barter off an unborn child to get through here. A pint of ale would have been a lot easier. \n\nHe then winks at Aemos after having his fun, and his mood seems to have lifted considerably from just moments before."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Galeth smiles slightly at the back and forth banter between Silv and Aemos. His eyes however never leave the horizon, searching the peaks of the mountains in the distance and the skies above for signs of storms or disturbance. He points to a series of three peaks in the distance, all very close to each other, and laying almost due west of their current position. \"Those are the three guardians of the westlands. Beneath their feet we shall find the passage to the western lands. I hope you all don't mind getting wet as the passage is a river that flows beneath the mountain and occasionally it's current can be unforgiving. The river will grant passage nearly all the way through the mountains, however...the last stretch of tunnels had been claimed by a band of Ogres the last time I made the passage and that has been over a year ago now.\" He stares hard at the three Guardians and a shadow seems to pass over his face, hinting at some painful memory passing over his thoughts. \"...and yes, it would have been better if someone had a drink...the Gods know I could use one.\" With a halfhearted smile he lifts his pack and looks to Silv and Mik't, assuming they will take the lead."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv does indeed take the lead, using the directions and his own skill to guide him."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Hmm...ogres. I have little experience with facing those beasts, in combat or otherwise. Our group is too under strength to face the entirety of those tunnel ogres in pitched battle, correct? "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Galeth nods to Aemos's question as he walks, \"Indeed their numbers would surely overwhelm even a small army. That is why I will show you the way right through their tunnels without ever seeing one of the brutes.\" \n\nSilv finds the going fairly easy. Occasionally the sign of a herd of hooved animals will cross the groups path. Once or twice he sees a faded set of human tracks and one set of a lizard-like creature with very long claws, as evidenced by the tearing of the soil arouns each step. The sky is clear and the temperature fair, a perfect day for traveling."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Curious. I would expect to encounter some other form of life beyond the shrubbery, but our path seems to be somewhat empty. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Be thankful that we are not. We have a long ways to go and the more we encounter the longer it will take us to get there. "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Galeth nods in agreement, his eyes occasionally drifting back to Veritas and Mik't, plodding silently along behind the others. He shrugs and returns to scanning the horizon beyond as well as the trail occasionally. The land is slowly becoming more hilly and as of yet there has been no sign of anything out of the ordinary, the occasional herd of buffalo and birds taking flight when disturbed. The evening sun is just beginning to dip towards the horizon. Galeth stops, sweeping some of the grass aside, searching for a track in the rich soil below. Sighing he stands and continues on toward the guardians."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " What? What have you found? \n\nNot knowing what to do, Silv looks himself.\n\n surv - (1d20+6)[ 23 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Pay no attention to roll...wooooooo\nSpot\n[roll0]"
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos is not sure what to look for, but he casts his silver eyes around nonetheless.\n\n (1d20+9)[ 27 ] "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Galeth glances to Silv as Silv looks to the ground. \"As I said we are in the Razorclaw Tribe lands, I was ensuring we weren't coming upon any recent trails of the tribes passage. It would be much easier to avoid them than to try and barter with them.\" \n\n{Silv finds only signs of their own passage and a few prints from the passaing of a wolf sometime late last night}"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " I don't see any recent activity of them. Though it does seem there's a wolf in the area.\n\nKeep sharp, all of you, for either. "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos sneers with typical wizardly arrogance.\n\n Hmph. A mere beast, a lone one at that. What threat could such a creature post to us, who have defeated nearly one dozen zombies? "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv looks at Aemos with his typical \"slow student\" look.\n\n Where there is one wolf, there is a pack of wolves. That's how they hunt, and live. It would certainly be a wise idea for some caution. "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " And where is this pack that you speak of, o expert tracker? As you say, if there is one wolf, there will certainly be more. If so, where are their tracks?\n\nUnless, of course, you are suggesting that wolves employ other wolves as scouts and spies... He smirks at the last sentence."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Galeth smiles to Aemos, \"No Aemos, but there are men who can speak to the beasts like men and ask them for aid and assistance. I myself had several men under my command who could communicate with many beasts, including wolves, hawks, and a weasel. Sometimes the more civilized a culture gets, the more connection to the natural order and world they seem to lose. The men and women of the plains have an unnatural ability to communicate with the beasts....some can even shift their bodies to become like the beasts they worship.\" He stands, adjusting his small pack on his back and points to the west where the sun is beginning to dip behind the mountains. \"Perhaps we should make camp for the night.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " That seems like a very good idea. "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos nods his compliance. Very well then.\n\nBefore I let myself rest, I must ask you, Galeth, about this tome I found in your tomb... Aemos takes out the moldy old book and shows it to Galeth."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Galeth pauses in situating a spot on the ground to rest on and looks to the book held out by Aemos. He shakes his head slightly at the title and a small smile curls the corner of his mouth. \"It's a Lundanite law book. One studied by judge magisters of Lundan before they sit on a trial of an oath-breaker or suspected traitor. I studied it often to try and convince myself that the Lundan way was just and right. I could never bend my heart to accept the fact that the law as written by men of power is absolute and flawless...much to my own despair. I suspect the emporer had it placed in the tomb as a cruel personal joke. You may keep it, I have no further use of Lundanite law, for I shall never step foot on Lundan soil again.\" He waves the book away and continues setting his camp. Bending the long grasses over in sections he weaves a soft pallet of grasses with the thick blades of grass. You see he manages to weave the grasses so proficiently he does not break a single blade of grass.\n\nVeritas and Mik't: The two arrive to join the others a few moments later. They remain slightly aloof and occasionally exchange glances with each other. They quickly spread a spot in the grass and curl up to sleep, Mik't offers to take the second shift of watch. Veritas offers his services for the last, stating his need to pray at dawns first light anyway."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Quite interesting. Goodnight. \n\nWith that, he flits through the pages of the book to skim over some of the laws (as every good Lundanite citizen should), casts Alarm, and goes to sleep."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As everyone drifts off the night passes uneventfully. Each guard shift comes and goes and as the dawn breaks...Silv arises first and can easily see the abscence of both Mik't and Veritas. Their packs and bedrolls are gone, everything they arrived in camp with, they've departed with. Their tracks are easily read, heading back South away from the path to Ricta and the deadwall."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Those cowards. I never would have assumed them to be. Good riddance if that be the case.\n \nSilv will then hunt for fresh food, and cook up breakfast for everyone.\n\n//Take a 10 on survival, giving a 16"
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos groans into awareness soon afterwards.\n\n *Yawn* Good morning...\n\n...\n\n...is i-it just my morn-morn*YAWN*ing daze, or are we missing two of our n-number? "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Yes, we are. They headed back the way we came, apparently afraid of where we are headed.\n\nHave some breakfast, at least. "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Hmm. There will be no reward for them, then. \n\nAemos nods his thanks for the breakfast and sits down to scribe a scroll into his book.\n\nFly has been scribed into the spellbook.\n\nSpells for the day:\n\nLevel 0: Light, Prestidigitation, Read Magic, Acid Splash\nLevel 1: Sleep, Color Spray, Enlarge Person, Mage Armor\nLevel 2: Web, Glitter Dust, Scorching Ray"
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Galeth quickly strikes camp and gathers his belongings into a small pile as he builds a simple fire to cook the spits of rabbit Silv brings back. As Galeth prepares the meal he continually glances South along the path Veritas and Mik't took...as well as West toward the Guardians and your destination. He seems troubled and slides his walking stick closer."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Well, you're outside and free, do what you will. If you're worried about the dangers of the area, sticking with us is obviously the way to go.\n\nBut getting troubled because of them in any way is foolish compared to what you have already been through. "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " They have abandoned the mission and their prize. Their fate and wellbeing are now irrelevant.\n\nLet us make haste once the preparations are finished. "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Galeth glances to Silv and smiles slightly. \"It's not for me but your friends I fear. I am well known in the area by the tribes and will be treated kindly. As for the dangers we face...as you said they pale in comparison to the trials I've been through locked in that tomb. I will stay with you. I only pray the gods watch over your friends.\" "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos finishes packing his belongings and is ready to head out once more.\n\n The Dead Wall beckons. Shall we move on? "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Galeth nods and stands straight, once again looking to Silv to lead the way. \"We'll be reaching the rivers edge soon. Once we reach the river we must follow it's bank to the guardians. The river travels beneath the mountain and makes the quickest...if not the safest route through the guardians.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Then we aim for the quickest route to the Dead Wall. \n\nSilv leads on, eyes open."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The day dawns rapidly setting the mountains before glowing bright reds and oranges as if the party were walking into an inferno. After a couple hours of walking you come upon the river. The water rushes swiftly away from the mountains. It's bed is clearly visible through the clear icy cold waters, several small boulders roll along the rivers bed, pushed by the waters swift current. The bank is smooth and flat stone about ten feet wide winding along the rivers path toward the mountains. According to Silv's estimations and Galeth's confirmation, you should all reach the cavern beneath the mountain sometime this evening."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos briefly hops off his mount to refill his water skin.\n\n \"So remind us again, Galeth...what sort of preparations would we need to pass through these caverns unscathed?\" "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Galeth also, hops off Veritas's abandoned mount to join Aemos refilling a waterskin. \"As long as the path under the mountain remains true, the first half of the journey should be quiet and uneventful. Their are many caverns and tunnels leading to and away from the river so occasional wandering creatures will cross paths. The river itself can be extremely treacherous. It flows incredibly fast at some points and their are several rapids and falls beneath the mountain. Because of the time of year we shouldn't have to worry overly much about ice floes, though the temperature beneath the mountain is frigid at best...at worst deathly cold.\" He screws the lid back onto his waterskin and slings it again over his shoulder. Remounting his horse. \"I would also suggest against taking the horses beneath the mountain with us...the path narrows in several places and they won't be able to make the crossing. You will be able to obtain new mounts on the other side...If you will permit, I will keep these and pay you for them. Is there anything else you would know?\" "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Just as Galeth finishes speaking, Mikt's horse trots over to the area where the rest of the party is.\n \"Sorry about that, I had to make sure that Verita's journey was a safe one. He decided that no reward was worth going to the dead wall.\" "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Galeth nods with a slight smile at Mik't as he returns. He remounts and looks to Silv. \"We should make haste to reach the guardian by nightfall. I fear we have tarried too long on the plains. The tribesmen will be on us this night or early tommorrow. It would be best if they see us leaving their lands in haste.\" He waits patiently after this statement, looking to Silv to make sure he agrees and takes point."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " I agree. We should get out of these lands as fast as we can. The more trouble we avoid, the less we have to deal with.\n\nLet's go. \n\nWith that, Silv spurs his mount on, and moves out at a hussle."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Galeth waits for Aemos to ride ahead of him after Silv. Once the wizards horse is spurred on to a gallop after Silv, Galeth follows riding low in his saddle to hasten the ride. He glances back, ensuring Mik't is following, and to be sure no tribesmen are following. Satisfied with both he turns and rides on toward the guardian.\n\nThe river runs true at your right side. The rocky ground beneath your horses hooves echos with each fall of their hooves. The river winds gently along it's bed and as the sun crests midday you can see the point where it disappears into the mountain. From this distance the cavern appears small but Galeth assures you the cavern has plenty of room on this side for safe passage through most of the mountains.\n\nThe ride continues uneventfully. Silv leading and choosing each trail wisely until just as the sun sets Silv pulls up hard on the reins. Before him lies a small flat area with a few soradic boulders. In the center beside a very large rock propped up by another boulder creating a perfect rest site, he spots a campfire. It's large flames cast shadows around the rocky walls surrounding the area. The river rushes by on the North side, it's water churning and frothing wildly as the waters rush out into the open air from it's prison beneath the mountains. In the circle of light you can see a lone figure sitting quietly by the fire. The roar and rush of the river covers the noise of the horses and the figure seems to have noticed nothing."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv then gets off his horse, pats it down to calm it, a hand on the reins and a hand on a hilt.\n\nIn his non-chalant way, he hails the camp.\n \n*Hail to the camp!* "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos stands ready, a tight fist over his crossbow's wooden stock."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Galeth dismounts, positioning himself in easy sight of the camp, he leans casually on his staff waiting and watching."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "The figure turns to the voice and asks in a low voice,\n \nWho goes there? \n\nA short squat figure stands up, picking up what looks like a mace. From his build it is obvious that he is a dwarf. The fire lights up his face and you see that he is quite young, with a short beard on a squarish face and square nose, full brown hair topping his head. Around the fire, there is a bedroll spread out with a fine dwarven fullplate by its side as well as a traveling backpack. The figure spots Silv and the horse and stares, waiting for an answer."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " We are no one really. Travelers who must break for camp. You seem to have a great spot picked out.\n \nSilv then pauses, as if pondering his next choice of words.\n\n Mind if we join you? Would be a shame to waste such a nice spot. I'll even go out and find us some dinner. What do you say? "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "The dwarf squints as he looks at each of you and speaks,\n \nTravelers, eh? Do as you wish as long as you don't cause trouble. \n\nHe turns around, sits back down and sets about polishing his armor and mace which reflect the campfire quite brilliantly."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt' gets off his horse and eyes the dwarf suspiciously, but when he realizes that he is friendly he walks over and introduces himself. \"My name is Mikt', that’s Silv, and Ameos, and Galeth.\" He points to each person in turn. \"What is your name?\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv nods his greetings and then promptly takes off into the night, looking for fresh food.\n\nWhen he comes back he has fresh meat for everyone who wants it, and then cooks and serves it up.\n\nNot saying another word, Silv rather quickly goes right to sleep."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " The name is Rurik, Humble Cudgel of St. Cuthbert. \n\nreplies the dwarf as he hungrily chews the food. It seems like he was about to say something to Silv but abandons the idea, prays after the meal and gets back to polishing his armor, which looks shiny enough to all of you."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " \"Hmm,\" mutters Aemos, \"A lone cleric in the field...may I ask what your purpose here is?\" "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Rurik replies in a prideful manner, straightening up and holding his chest out,\n \nI be traveling the lands to bring good judgment to the people, and retribution for those that deserve it. Tis my revelation journey. There be any thing ye four want straightened out, ye can ask. \n\nHe pats his silver mace into his hand, as if in expectation."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Galeth coughs softly, thinking he could mention he'd like to straighten out Lundan's charges against him and some cruel punishment but decides not to instigate any further conflict with the Lundanite. Smiling to himself, happy that his service to the group is at an end and he'll soon be free to continue on his way he sets a small place near the fire,nodding to the dwarf. \"May your forge shine ever brightly, good sir, for the kindness you show sharing this lovely spot with us. I will pray that your mug be ever full.\" Galeth bows slightly and promptly sets about preparing the meat Silv returns with a little later."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Finishing the meal with a long drag from his waterskin, Rurik looks to you all and says,\n\n Well, at the very least, I won't have to fear gettin eaten while I sleep. It's only been a few weeks since I traveled, and sleepin outdoors doesn't really fit well, but there be no town for miles. \n\nHe finishes polishing his armor, which is now almost blindingly bright in the campfire light, and asks you all, slightly more open than before now that food is in his stomach,\n\n So, what you four traveling for? "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos begins to unpack some of his things as he speaks, trying to seem nonchalant. \"We are travelers heading north. The elf,\" --he points to Galeth-- \"Is our hired guide.\" "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " Ah, coincidence is the realm of the Traveler, I be traveling to the North also. Seeing the lives of the other races is ... new. Unlike the honorable dwarves, they be breaking so many laws sometimes it goes unseen or unrectified. Be doing St. Cuthbert's work for the world. "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt's watches in silence, listning, but not wanting to say anything wrong. He wants to invite the Dwarf with him, he seems nice enough, but he doesn't want to say anything that he shouldn't. He waits patiently for the events to unfold."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " \"Interesting...\n\nIn that case, would you wish to join us for at least the next few days? The roads are dangerous, and it makes sense to travel in numbers.\" "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Galeth smiles, glad the Lundanite had decided to invite the dwarf along. Knowing full well the dangers of the tunnels under the guardians his talents will be useful, and by some chance they make it to the dead wall, they will most definately need his faith. Galeth walks to the river and washes the dinner utensils in the icy waters, returning he stows them back in Silv's pack and lays down, rolling away from the fire to sleep."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " I see no problems with that. Then I'll join you all for awhile. May St. CUthbert watch over us all. \n\nRurik gives a hearty laugh and prepares to go to bed."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Aemos nods.\n\n \"Very well, then. Since we are in haste, I should warn you that we will...take a bit of a detour at the mountains.\" \n\nAnd with that, he casts a magical ward in the area (Alarm) and promptly goes to sleep."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Glad to hear that the Dwarf was coming, but noticing everyone was nodding off to sleep, Mikt' decided to follow the crowd and fall asleep as well."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The night passes peacefully and the morning arrives. The shadow of the mountain leaves the air quite chilly and the river rushing by doesn't help the cold. Galeth rises early, packing his gear onto one of the horses and gathering the others together. He sets' a sack of gold (50gp) to each person in payment for the horses and he mounts, deciding his end of the deal is fulfilled. With a silent nod, he turns and heads back out onto the plains, leading the trail of horses quietly away from camp.\n\nAlone now, the group slowly awakens, unused to the lack of sunlight acting as a wake up call from sleep. The Guardian looms before you. The cavern easily discerned by the river rushing out of it and a smooth shelf of rock running alongside of it, into the mountains depths, and whatever may be lurking beneath the ancient mountain."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nAemos finishes with his studies, preparing the same set of spells as yesterday. He then goes off to prepare breakfast with the rations from his pack.\n\n \"We will reach the caves soon. Does anyone have a plan of infiltration?\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " We must be quiet, is all. I am unfamiliar with this terrain so I am at as much a loss as anyone else.\n\nLet's try and keep conversation to a minimum. I will scout ahead about a half mile. Wait 10 minutes before coming back. If there is trouble, or something that needs to be investigated, I will either come back or leave a sign on the road. \n\nWith that, Silv darts off, bow in hand, in an attempt to trailblaze a bit."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Silv darts out of the camp and heads to the river and the path leading to the caves. As he rounds large boulder the cave comes into full view. The sun's rays finally crest the mountains and the river seems to glow bright blue. The cave is about 50 ft across...about 5 feet wider than the river on each side. The ceiling is low, it looks as if you will all have to crawl into the first portion. As Silv enters on hands and knees, he can feel the water on the rocks seeping through his pants and under his hands. (Assuming Silv has some sort of light) After a short crawl the ceiling raises into a large cavern. The river continues to rush through it and the path continues to run alongside about 5 feet wide. The path and the river flow in a nearly direct line through the mountain. Above, massive stalactites hang, dripping moisture into the river. The walls of the cavern glisten with moisture in the light, their walls worn smooth by the rivers ancient passing."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Rurik asks after his morning prayer to St. Cuthbert, while he dons his armor and packs his belongings,\n\n Caves? Scouting? Fill me in so I know what's going on. "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n \"As I said, we are in a hurry to the north, and thus we are going through these caves as a detour. This cave is somewhat hazardous, however...\" "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Showing off his mace, Rurik says to the party,\n\n Between my mace and St. Cuthbert's divine might, you can rest assured that I will help you through the cave. Har har! "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The group at the campsite idle away about 30 minutes of time since Silv left. Still no word or sign from him has come."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " OK then. Let us follow 'im. \n\nRurik gets up, picking up his gear and kicking dirt over the burnt out campfire."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n \"Hmm...is that wise? He is our guide after all, and without him it would be quite difficult to pass through the caves.\" "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " But he said to follow if he ain't back in ten. Think 30 minutes plenty. Just keep a look out for those signs he supposedly left to point out dangers. "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n \"Ah yes, he did. Let us move out then.\" "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mik;t follows along silently, adding a nod or two here and there, then sets off after untying the horses."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "SILV: As you move through the caverns you can almost feel the cave shrinking around you until the path beside the river is little more than a foot wide and quite slick with water. The ceiling is about 6 feet over your head and through the darkness ahead down the path, you can just barely make out a soft blue-white glow. The river's rushing is echoed through the tight tunnel making it impossible to hear anything over it's din.\n\n\nGROUP:\nThe rest of the group follows along in Silv's footsteps. They come to the river and follow it's course, rounding a boulder the cave comes into view for them. You can see the dark cavern's entrance in front of you, beside the water and as you each move through you feel the icy chill of the river's mist dampening your clothing."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n \"Hmm...I don't suppose anyone has a torch...\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv mumbles to himself... good thing we didn't bring those horses. He leaves a copper piece on the ground here, so that the rest of the group knows they are on the right path.\n\nThen, he sucks it up, and squeezes through the opening, and heads \"towards the light\"."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As Silv squeezes against the wall behind him...a short drop into the raging river before him and a single copper coin behind he moves out onto the ledge and begins inching his way across. His footing slips once, but he manages to catch himself before falling into the river. Slowly, inch by inch he moves closer and the light slowly grows brighter. The light still that strange blue-white color grows slightly brighter with each step. After what seems an eternity and is only in actuality about 100 yards Silv emerges into an open cavern. The chill of the caves prior pales in comparison with the bone numbing chill in this room. The walls are about 20 feet apart and look to be made of solid ice. The blue white light seems to emanate from the walls themselves. The walls slope together overhead forming an arched ceiling of ice...the river disappears beneath a sheet of ice running directly beneath the path. The stone floor of the caves disappears and all around you is ice, only a crack in the ice straight ahead leads out of the cavern.The sound of the river dies away to a low muffled passing beneath the ice underfoot. Only your footfalls and breathing echo through this icy tomb."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Peering into the cave with his darkvision, Rurik mutters,\n\n Eh, this is gonna rust me armor. Good thing I polished it last night. If you all don't have a torch, I can lead the way. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Not able to stay in the cold, Silv out of need continues on, hoping to get out of the ice. He will scratch an arrow into the floor however, to show the group the direction he went.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf it seems that Spring turned into Winter somehow, Silv will attempt to find a way to stay warm and wait until the group arrives.\n survival - (1d20+6)[ 14 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"I don't have one...\" Mikt' will wait untill the group decides who will lead, then will follow second in the order."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As Silv makes his way through the icy rift, the river is a constant presence beneath his feet, softly rumbling beneath the ice. The light filtering through the icy walls and ceiling makes these tunnels almost uncomfortably bright. The rift winds through the ice, sometimes left sometimes right but along the same path it continues. As Silv continues walking along the cold becomes more and more difficult to bear. His fingertips grow numb and his breath comes in icy puffs. A slight breeze, imperceptible at first grows steadily stronger, sending the cold to the bones...then after just another Silv freezes in his tracks...picking up an odd sound on the breeze.\n\nThe others:\nThe group moves into the larger cavern beyond the entrance, seeing the same scene Silv saw before him. Rurik easily determines a slight upward grade to the path along the rivers edge. Moving through the cavern the group come to the narrow ledge continuing the path, the same ledge Silv negotiated earlier. Mik't is the first to notice the coin on the path near the ledge."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv, hoping his years in the wilderness help him now, does everything he can to keep warm. Also weary of the possible danger ahead, he ducks down low, and attempts to hear more clearly what he barely perceived before.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDamn cold!\n spot - (1d20+6)[ 25 ] if needed\n listen - (1d20+6)[ 18 ] if needed\n "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n \"Now, where to go from here? It seems as though Silv is not in any dire trouble, yet we do not know where he went...\" "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Silv crouches low and concentrates as best he can on the sound drifting on the wind blowing through the tunnel. The chattering of his teeth and shivering body prevents him from hearing the sound clearly, though it may have been an animals nosie....or perhaps a voice....it's difficult to tell...and slowly growing difficult to think clearly.\n\nAemos looks behind at the cavern and the path along the underground river they have followed leading to the thin path continuing before them. To the right of the path a short drop to the river and to the left the wall of the cavern, and right in front of them on the thin shelf of rock continuing the path sits the coin, presumably left by Silv. The path can be seen to continue straight ahead, though the path is narrow it looks passable. Faintly in the distance further down the paths direction, you can each make out a very faint blue white glow."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Rurik continues forward. Watching out for any unsafe ledges or steppings."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nAemos spies a little copper coin and smirks. \"Clever bastard...\n\nUnless these caves have a penchance for tossing around copper coins, I do believe that Silv is leaving a copper trail for us to follow.\" "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"Lets go then.\" \n\nHe walks towards the light.\n\n[ooc]Do we need to roll anything?[/ooc]"
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Rurik leads the way, watching for any more of those signs left behind."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "SILV: (Roll a Fortitude save please)\n\nSilv continues forward slowly moving through the icy cave. The wind blows steadily into his face. Each breath gets harder to draw in and each exhalation crystalizes in the air falling back against his chin and lips like small irritating daggers. Silv staggers forward around a turn in the ice rift and comes to a vast cavern. The light pouring in is dazzlingly bright and as he sees a shaft open to the sky above reflecting the sun down into the cavern over and over amplifying the light. The wind swirls as a great tornado of ice and snow growing from a single point from the center of the cavern. The sides of the cavern widen from the top down like a huge cone until the cavern reaches it's maximum width of almost 200 ft diameter. In the center of the room surrounding and hiding the tornados origin stand several huge figures. Their skin is ivory white with long blond hair swirling around their thick heads and shoulders. They stand well over 12 feet tall . One of the figure lifts an object from the ground next to them and hurls the object into the center of the group. At the final moment Silv hears a scream and the body hits the tornado, the winds instantly catch the body and lift it upwards. Freezing the body and swirling harder until the body shatters becoming more bits of ice and snow swirling upwards."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "RURIK, AEMOS, and MIK'T:\n\nYou each pass across the narrow ledge and come to the opening of the ice cavern. The light you see is reflected through the icy walls and a slight breeze can be felt tickling your faces. The icy ground is thin enough to see the river flowing below it and on it's snow scattered surface you can see Silv's footsteps continuing into the icy cavern."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Rurik follows the footprints, ears keen for sound of cracking ice."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Silv:\n\nHe draws deep in his reserves and fights off a lethargic feeling seeping into his muscles and mind, threatening to lull him to sleep. He remains still, watching the figures. He sees them talking and two of the three turn and wander off down another tunnel, of which there are three other tunnels leading out of this room including the one Silv is in. The last figure kneels in the snow, chanting a strong gutteral prayer of some sort.\n\nRurik, Mik't and Aemos:\n\nRurik continues leading the way, the chill of the icy cavern and the biting wind soon make travel difficult. After about 5 minutes of walking through the ice tunnel Rurik sees an arrow carved into the ice of the floor. The carving looks recent and points in the direction you are all traveling."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv will try to sneak back towards the group, trying not to allow his teeth to chatter too loudly.\n\n hide - (1d20+9)[ 19 ] \n ms - (1d20+9)[ 10 ] \n\nHe will attempt to sneak back around a corner, far enough away from these icey giants so that he may warn the others...if he can survive long enough in this cold."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Rurik points out the arrow on the ground to the others and keeps trudging on in that direction. The cold doesn't seem to faze him much and he is careful on treading as not to slip for crash through."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Silv easily manages to backtrack and as he moves further from the large cavern, the bone numbing chill begins to slowly subside. He turns a corner in time to see Rurik and the others rounding another corner. Silv can see Rurik in front, his face a mask of concentration, Aemos just behind him and Mik't behind the wizard. Each of them seem to be dealing poorly with the cold, though they each continue forward and at last they join Silv. All of you together huddle close seeking any warmth to be had."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv approaches, trying to keep his hands warm by breathing into them.\n\nHe whispers to the group,\n Be as quiet as you can. Up ahead, there is a network of tunnels as well as a praying giant that seems to belong in the ice. There were 3 of them but 2 took off down a network of tunnels. There seems to be an opening in the ceiling ahead, but there is a biting wind that will literally freeze you to death underneath it. I was barely able to stay awake and not fall unconscious and I was only there a few moments. "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt' wispers as quietly as he can manage. \"We can take one giant though, right? Ameos might have some speel to weaken him, me and Rurik can get either side while you use ranged attacks from a side. He won't know what hit him, and he won't be a threat later.\" Mikt' seems to cold to realize that his plan isn't the best one, and too excited to care. He would agree that his plan is a bad one if enough of the others don't think it's a good one."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " I thought you all had to pass through this cavern anyway. If it's a giant, we can surely kill one and if it's about the cold, it'll get better once we make it into the caverns. \n\nRurik swings his mace expectantly at this giant he gets to kill."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "AEMOS:\n\nAemos, listens to the others, while wrapping his cloak tighter around his body to try and fend off the cold. His mind slowly begins running through his list of prepared and known spells to see if he has anything to help combat the bone numbing cold."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv sighs as he is about to experience what he just had, and that does not bode well. He does however bravely feel the grips of his swords in hand and marches on."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt' will gladly hurry along, not wanting to be still in this coldness, catching up to Silv and walking next to him, but it is too cold to speak."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nThe chill of the winds must have frozen Aemos's mind, for it took him far too long than usual to come up with a response.\n\n \"A giant? A-ah, yes-s, the giant. Hmm. A spell, a spell, a a spell...\n\nIs it compl-letely necessary that we fight it? If so, I have a so-solution for it...\" "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "(I need a fortitude save roll from everyone please)\n\nAs you sit debating you can feel the wind blowing slightly at first pick up to a howling wind and die back down slowly again to a breeze. Each time the wind picks up you can hear the guttural chanting of the giant in the cavern ahead, the wind cycles between a breeze and a gust over and over. The spaces between gusts slowly growing shorter, each of you find yourselves shivering almost uncontrollably, standing idly in this tunnel is becoming more and more painful. You each know in your hearts that you must make a decision between advancing and attacking the giant or retreating further back to avoid the bite of the winds."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nAemos struggles to retain conciousness against the bitter cold...\n\n \"If...-if we are t-to act...we...we should act...noooowww....\" \n \n Spoiler \n Fort save! (1d20+7)[ 17 ] \n\nIf Aemos is still able to act, he will prepare a Glitterdust and ready it to cast should the giant do anything dangerous (like detect our presences, starts attacking us, responds to an attack by party members, etc).\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv shivers a bit more, his fingers turning a slight blue. He seems to have stayed in here too long. He gives Mik't a slight push forward and ducks in behind him, using the big one as cover so he can surprise the giant.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAnother fort save, this time I don't feel so lucky\n fort - (1d20+4)[ 19 ] \n\nHide roll behind Mik't\n hide - (1d20+9)[ 13 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "(Assuming he made the save) FORT SAVE: 13\n\nMikt' will run foward, biting through the cold and will attack the giant with ferocity. (Using his greatsword)\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Accuracy - (1d20+6)[ 13 ] (I subtracted three from by base attack bonus to use power attack)\n Damage - (2d6+10)[ 13 ] (Added three for power attack)\n Crit Check - (1d20+6)[ 11 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "(OOC: Wait, battle's starting?)\n\nRurik sees Mikt' run forward, and follows in his stead with a grin on his face, charging the giant with his mace.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative (1d20)[ 15 ] \nAttack (1d20+7)[ 21 ] \nDamage (1d8+3)[ 4 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nAemos lets out a shuddering sigh as the cleric and the warrior charge forward.\n\n Th-there goes d-d-diplomacy... \n \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative: (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \nIf Aemos has made his Fort save, then he will cast Glitterdust, aimed so that it catches the giant and only the giant (since it's in a burst, the edge of the burst should hit the giant and the rest of the spell nothing).\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv\nSilv charges behind Mik't, and at the last possible moment reveals himself to tumble into a better striking position. He hopes that all this activity will warm his bones some.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n initiative - (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \n tumble - (1d20+6)[ 23 ] If needed to get behind the giant\n\n attack - (1d20+11)[ 29 ] Flanking bonus added\n dmg - (2d6+2)[ 9 ] Sneak attack added in\n "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As Mik't erupts into a flurry of movement, the dimming ring of black at the edges of his vision quickly subside. Silv's gentle push and the frenzied rush of the group into the room and the accompanying adrenaline rush staves off the colds effects for the moment.\n\nMik't reaches the Giant first and is amazed at the creatures speed as it whirls in a low crouch at Mik't advancing footsteps. It's eyes burn a frozen blue color as they open wide and it unleashes a bestial growl, raising to stand after swatting away Mik't attack. As it rises to it's full height it towers over each of you.\n\nRurik moves in quickly and strikes the Giants leg firmly with his mace, resulting in a dull thud. The giant hardly twitches.\n\nAemos's spell erupts into a cloud of dust and is quickly blown away by the strong winds of the tornado. The giant blinks a few times, blinking out a few tears which crystalize immediately and fall from his face as drops of ice with flecks of gold in their cores.\n\nSilv comes up from his tumble just short of the whirling ice and frost of the tornado in the center of the cavern, he rises and attcks the giant from behind scoring a wicked cut on the giants backside. Again the huge figure roars and the tornado behind seems to intensify with his pain, Silv can feel the wind pressing hard against his back, like a wall pushing him toward the giant.\n\nThe giant swings a heavy arm behind him, breaking his massive axe from it's tether at his side. It grabs the haft of the weapon, about as thick as a young tree, supporting an axe-head as tall and wide as Rurik.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \n "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nAC: 11\nHP: 18/18\n\nSpells:\n\nLevel 0: Prestidigitation, Light, Detect Magic, Read Magic\nLevel 1: Alarm, Grease, MAge Armor, Burning Hands\nLevel 2: Glitterdust , Web, Web\n\n \"If you wish for my arcane support, yells Aemos over the tornado, \"You all will need to back away from the giant! And use the altars as cover!\" \n \n Spoiler \n On his turn, Aemos will move northwest enough so that he can see the giant between Silv and Mikt. He will then cast Grease on the giant's axe.\n\nThe giant needs to beat a Reflex Save of 16 to hold on to his weapon. If he fails his save, he'll need to roll the same Reflex Save to pick up the weapon again.\n "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Taking advantage of the flank, Rurik strikes at the giant with his mace once more. He yells back at Aemos,\n \nE's large enough for us to all surround him and beat him to a pulp! No need fer fire and lightnin. \n\nHe seems excited as he watches the giant carefully, remembering his early training about using his height as an advantage against a giant.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack (flank included) (1d20+9)[ 28 ] \nDamage 1d8+3\n\nEdit - D'oh, messed up damage roll. You can roll for me. Rolling nicely, wonder where the luck will take me...\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv seems to delight in this dirty work, as the blood spills from the giant to his hands, warming them.\n\nIt's the simple things that matter, really.\n\nTaking advantage of his tactical position, Silv attempts two more stabs, one from each sword.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n attack1 - (1d20+9)[ 20 ] \n attack2 - (1d20+9)[ 26 ] \n dmg1 - (2d6+2)[ 8 ] \n dmg2 - (2d6+2)[ 10 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " AC: 18\nHP: 38 \n\nSeeing the others ignore Ameos's words and continue attacking, Mikt' does the same.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Accuracy - (1d20+7)[ 13 ] (Using Power Attack 4, flanking included)\n Crit Check - (1d20+7)[ 25 ] (Using Power Attack 4, flanking included)\n Damage - (2d6+11)[ 15 ] (Power Attack 4)\n "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The giant grunts audibly as Rurik lands a heavy blow to his kneecap. The towering giant shudders with the blow but remains standing. He swings his greataxe in a wide circle from behind his back, the wild swing sweeps Silvs first attack aside but leaves him open again to Silv's second blade which pierces deeply into his thigh, the gush of warm blood covers Silv's sword arm and the giant barely manages to continue the swing, blocking Mik'ts heavy attack. As the Giant finishes his blocking sweep the handle of the Greataxe takes on an oily appearance and the weapon flies from the Giants hands into the tornado, instantly freezing and shattering moments later. Without missing a beat the giant clasps his hands together and brings his massive fists down at Mik't in a powerful downward blow.\n\nThe impact of the doubled fists drives Mik't to a knee, feeling as if someone just hit him with a tree trunk. {18 HP Damage to Mik't} The giant smiles a frosty smile at the hurt blossoming on Mik'ts face, temporarily forgetting the loss of his mighty axe.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nReflex Save Vs Grease spell : 1\nAttack Roll: 21\nDamage Roll: 18\n "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nAemos gives a confident smirk as the axe shatters to pieces in the tornado. Said smirk shatters to pieces as well when the giant pulverizes Mikt.\n\n \"Damn... Rurik! Have you any useful spells? Mine have quickly become worthless.\" \n \n Spoiler \n Aemos will position himself so that he can get a clear shot at the giant, i.e. so that he won't incur a penalty for firing into melee. If he cannot, he will still move in a northwestern direction and open fire with his crossbow.\n\nAttack roll: (1d20+3)[ 7 ] Edit: penalty for firing into melee is -4, but looking at this roll that won't matter much...\n\n (1d10)[ 3 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " Let's push im into the whirlwind. That oughta get im good. Who's the strongest? I'll bless im with the power of St. Cuthbert. "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " AC: 18\nHP: 38 \n \"RRAAAGHH!!!\" \nMikt' screams as he regains his composure and swings a mighty blow back at the giant.\n \"I think I be the strongest, actually.\" he says after the mighty blow.\n\n@Rurik, I have 21 strength...whats yours?\n \n Spoiler \n\n Accuracy - (1d20+7)[ 23 ] (Power Attack 4, flanking)\n Crit Check - (1d20+7)[ 24 ] (Power Attack 4, flanking)\n Damage - (2d6+11)[ 18 ] \nMaybe some better rolls here...lol\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv, now in the middle of battle and feeling warmer from the spilled blood, smiles at Mik't and the giant that has now turned his back on him.\n\n Strength means nothing. Agility wins out! \n\nWith that, two more slices go for the giant, aiming for its arteries.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n attack1 - (1d20+9)[ 27 ] \n attack2 - (1d20+9)[ 13 ] \n dmg1 - (2d6+2)[ 6 ] \n dmg2 - (2d6+2)[ 13 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " Rurik \n Aye, ye seem the strongest. Let the blessing of St. Cuthbert envelope thee. \n\nCareful of the giants blows, Rurik lets his shield hang loose from his arms and holds up a wooden symbol of St. Cuthbert. Steely gray light gathers as it transfers from the symbol, to Rurik's hands, then to Mikt'.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Enlarge Person on Mikt'\nConcentration to cast defensively (1d20+11)[ 24 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Mik't rises from his knee bringing his sword up in a mighty blow. The blade misses the giants groin and instead carves a swath of gore up the towering figures gut. The giant groans, now obviously in pain as Silv strikes again from behind, dragging his shortswords across the giants upper thighs. The giant spins to swing at Silv foiling one of the swipes, the other stabs into the giants thigh before dislodging leaving another stream of blood. Aemos can see the blood from the giant pooling at the combatatants feet and slowly running into the tornado, a flicker of something important passes through Aemos' memories. Rurik stands proudly, chanting the spell for St. Cuthberts might and the glow flows over and into Mik't the spell crackles and pops as Mik't's bones break and grow, muscles rip and pop as they swell and the cie beneath your feet gives a low moan before settling as Mik't reaches his new size.\n\nThe Giant spins, swinging a wicked backhand at Silv. The thick fist hits with a bone jarring impact sending Silv backwards. His slide from the impact carries him dangerously near the tornado before coming to a stop at the foot of the Western altar.\nThe giant lashes out with his other fist at Mik't again, expecting to crush him. The fist does hit and hard but Mik't doesn't move as he takes the hit and the pain but doesn't budge. A momentary shadow of fear passes over the giants vision and is gone.\n\n(Silv takes 12 damage, Mik't take 14)\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nAttack 1 (SILV) : Atk roll: 28 Dmg: 12\nAttack 2 (MIK'T) : Atk roll: 30 Dmg: 14)\n\nGiant takes 24 more damage (-1 additional HP for blood loss) 25 total HP loss.\n "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " AC: 17\nHP: 6 (I forgot to lower it last attack, Mikt' needs some help)\n\n \"You can't take me down, but I can take you!\" \n\nMikt' will attack with his now stronger greatsword.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Accuracy - (1d20+8)[ 20 ] (Power attack 3, flanking)\n Crit Check - (1d20+8)[ 27 ] \n[roll=Damage]3d6+10roll]\n "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " Push him in! We'll all help. \n\nWith his shield hand, Rurik now lets go of the holy symbol, and takes out a long wooden wand from his belt. Still careful to avoid the giant's swinging fists, he lays the wand on Mikt' as it radiates gray magical energy. The light spreads over Mikt' closing some of his wounds and easing the pain.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWand of cure light wounds on Mikt'\nCure Light Wounds (1d8+1)[ 2 ] \nConcentration (1d20+11)[ 15 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nUnsure as to what to do, Aemos takes a few seconds to reload his crossbow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Aemos will take a full action to reload his crossbow. Down to 9 bolts.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv, feeling pretty confident, strikes twice more at the giant.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n attack1 - (1d20+9)[ 12 ] \n attack2 - (1d20+9)[ 24 ] \n dmg1 - (2d6+2)[ 9 ] \n dmg2 - (2d6+2)[ 8 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Mik't feels the warmth of the healing spell slowing the spread of the heavy bruising and the hairline cracks in bones from the giants powerful strikes. Mik't swings hard at the giant, now on closer terms relating to size, the giant sidesteps the blow from Mik't's attack, the heavy greatsword slamming into the ice and sending shards of ice flying away. Silv again strikes the giant from nearly behind him, his first blow missing as the giant sidesteps Mik'ts attack, spoiling Silv's aim, the second attack again strikes true and another spurt gush of blood joins the growing puddle at the giants feet. The giant staggers slightly from the onslaught and from deep down gathers a deafening roar, almost rivaling the tornados fury. The giant makes a move to step forward but his arms flail wildly as he struggles to regain his balance, his feet are stuck in the frozen blood he himself has bled out. The puddle of blood stretches over to the swirling winds and the chill has spread swiftly to the puddle. As you each watch you can see the ice crystals moving up the giants feet to his ankles, freezing the giants feet as it ascends. His eyes go wide and for the first time you see true fear and panic in his eyes. He begins grasping desperately for something to grab onto..."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n \"It is stuck to the floor! Quickly, finish it!\" "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Rurik grabs his shield once more and strikes at the giant in it's misfortune with his mace while shouting. HRRAAHHHH!!!\n \n \n Spoiler \nAttack (with flank) (1d20+9)[ 10 ] \nDamage (1d8+3)[ 8 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nSeeing the giant still standing, Aemos fires off another bolt.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Aemos will attack the giant with his crossbow.\n\n (1d20+3)[ 14 ] \n (1d10)[ 10 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv, seeing that the giant is afraid and freezing to the ground, takes one last swipe and then tumbles out of the way, backwards, away from the freezing tornado.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nStandard action, one last swing!\n attack - (1d20+11)[ 30 ] \n dmg - (2d6+2)[ 7 ] \n\nMove action, get out of the way!\n tumble - (1d20+6)[ 17 ] \nDC 15 to move out of threatened area and not provoke an attack of opportunity\n "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The giant growls as he bats away the bolt and knocks aside Ruriks swing. Silv manages to cut the giant one last time and as he tumbles out of the way, the blood pouring from the giant crystalizes. As Mik't and Rurik watch the frost rushes up the giants body, his fingers clutching in a last struggle against the ice before the frost completely engulfs him. As you each stand gaping, the tornado seems to reach out and begin ripping shards of ice from the giants body. Piece by piece the giant is ripped apart, each piece of frozen flesh joining the swirl of the tornado and as the bodies pieces swirl you can each see almost an afterimage within the tempest. A bestial face grins at you each from within the storm, fiery red eyes burn fiercely and you can see steam rising from them as an occasional bit of ice hits the eyes. The lips curl in a vicious grin and you can hear a voice through the raging winds...\n \"Turn back fleshbags, you have no idea what awaits you at the wall. I will feast on your flesh and chew your bones, your souls be as so much ale to wash down your pathetic bodies.\" The creatures tongue lolls from it's mouth, licking at a piece of frozen flesh swirling by. It grins one last time as the last bit's of the giant disappear within the winds and the face fades out."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Awed at the force of the whirlwind, Rurik stares at the bits of the giant that is left. He turns to the others and asks,\n \nSo...what is this wall e's talkin about? \n\nHe proceeds to heal the wounded.\n\n \n Spoiler \nLose comprehend languages, divine favor , and protection from evil to heal for 1d8+4, 3 times. Lose hold person to cast cure moderate wounds for 2d8+4.\n\nOne cure light wounds for Silv, all the rest for Mikt'.\n\nCure light wounds (1d8+4)[ 11 ] \nCure light wounds (1d8+4)[ 12 ] \nCure light wounds (1d8+4)[ 5 ] \nCure moderate wounds (2d8+4)[ 13 ] \n\nSo Silv heals 11, Mikt heals 30\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " It's where we are headed. And I believe we've seen that creature before, right mage? \n\nSilv then warms his hands again for the dirty work of trying to figure out/remember which way those other giants went.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSurvival roll for tracking purposes.\n surv - (1d20+6)[ 24 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nAemos gives a heavy sigh and grunts as he reloads his crossbow.\n\n \"If we have not yet met this creature then it is certainly a kin of the lich we met in the caves.\n\nAs for you Rurik, it is perhaps time we told you the full details of our journey...\" \n\nAnd so the wizard spins the tale of how he was sent by the Emperor to investigate the Order of Ricta, and by extension, the Dead Wall if possible, and how it all lead to the coming disaster at that blasted place in the North...\n\nWhen he is finished;\n\n \"I apologize that we kept you in the dark earlier, but we judged it best that it would be unwise to broadcast this to all concerned and unconcerned. But now you know.\n\nYou have a choice. You can come with us in an attempt to save this world from those lich-mages, in the name of your God or not. I promise you that the Emperor will reward those who serve him, regardless of whether that servant is a Lundanite. If you choose not to, then I ask you to tell this news to your church. It may be difficult to convince them since you have heard of this only just now, but if you do not, the world may be unprepared should the rest of us fail in our mission.\n\nThe choice is yours. May the Emperor and your God guide your path.\" "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " Rurik \n I see. So the Human Emperor sent you to investigate the Order and the Wall... seems dangerous. \n\nRurik closes his eyes and prays for a moment, then says,\n\n I will come with you all then. St. Cuthbert will look upon us on this quest. So, what significance does this wall have? "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Silv wanders the cavern slowly, easily identifying the tunnel the other giants went down as well as the tunnel you came out of by the melting of the ice as footsteps fall on it. As he kneels near the entrance of the tunnel the giants departed from he hears a voice drifting down the tunnel. A voice deep and rumbling like the creature you all just fought shouting orders. As Silv listens he can hear the tell tale sound of armor jingling and many heavy footsteps rushing down the tunnel towards the cavern you stand in."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " We need to leave...and now! Move it! \n\nSilv then heads back out, looking for the place that is close by but had to squeeze to get through."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nAemos was just about to answer Rurik's question when Silv cries out his warning.\n\n \"Damn. We must hide...follow Silv!\" "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Rurik runs as fast as his stubby legs will take him, following Silv."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "After the great battle, Mikt' almost feels bad for the giant, after seeing the fear in it's eyes. He listens in silence as Rurik and Ameos talks, while thanking Rurik for the healing, and then he starts to shrink back to his normal size right as Silv screams out his warning. He races behing Rurik, and follows him towards Silv."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Silv rushes down the tunnel across the cavern from where you all entered, followed closely by Aemos, Rurik and Mik't. The tunnel is of the same shape as the last one you were in, looking more like a crack in the glacier than a standard tunnel. You all race through the tunnel headlong, occasionally slipping and sliding on the slick ice, catching yourselves on the walls and continuing on quickly. The sounds of footsteps behind echoes up the tunnel behind you all as you race. The chill of the cavern quickly disappears as your hearts and blood pump with the running. The chill of the room completely leaves your bodies, sensations returning to your fingertips. The tunnel itself winds back and forth, sometimes northwest sometimes southwest but always towards the west. As you run, Rurik begins to sense an upward grade beneath your feet and the tunnel rises slowly, the frozen river still rushing beneath your feet. After what seems an eternity Silv draws up to a stop suddenly. The ice ahead is cracked and thinner, small streams of water can be seen seeping up between the cracks. The thin ice stretches from wall to wall of the cavern. The cavern itself opens up to approximately 50 yards from left to right...straight ahead another 50 yards away you can see the river crashing down from an opening somewhere above in the darkness. The water crashes down into a large pool stretching 50 yards across beyond the thinnest of the ice. The walls of the cavern are riddled with smaller caves and holes, some dry, others trickling small flows of water to join the river...none of the holes are wider than a foot diameter."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Well, it seems I have led us all to a dead end. Even if we could traverse this ice, there doesn't seem a way out of here.\n\nPerhaps we should wait a bit and then backtrack, and take the other path?\n\nWhat do you say about this mage? "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n \"I agree. Let us wait in hiding for some time and then silently go back the way we came. That way, if we were seen, they will hopefully have given up on our search.\n\nBy the Emperor, I pray that they have not suspected the death of their companion. If we are lucky, then they may think that he foolishly slipped and fell into the tornado and his death.\" "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The sound of heavy footsteps falling on the ice behind you echoing through the cavern slowly begins to grow louder...Silv estimates about a minute maybe two before they are on you."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nAemos hears the footsteps, but cannot tell when they will reach the group's location.\n\n \"It appears that our original plan needs modification, he says in a dry tone. \" Perhaps if we tried to hide somewhere?\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Scratch that plan. They are coming for us, here. And us, at a dead end.\n\nI hope I haven't led us all to our deaths. I would deserve a Lundanite Traitor's treatment if that is the case.\n\nBe on guard, and prepare, as we do not know what comes but we have no choice but to face it head on! \n\nSilv then takes some of the still wet blood from his swords and wipes it along his face as spatter.\n\nSilv then, regains his composure to his normal self.\n \nMik't, let's try to force them into the water. These things approaching are heavily armored, and surely can't swim.\n\nMage, you'll have an opportunity to blast them I'm sure as they round this corner.\n\nPriest, pray for us, as we will all need it!\n\nWe have one minute, two at the most. Prepare friends. "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n \"Are you sure that there is simply nowhere to hide, Silv?\" "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Still calm and focused, Rurik provides critique and suggestions for their survival.\n\n Eh, we left many footprints in the battle, surely they know that someone was here. And them giants are so strong that even with armor, I bet they can swim. Hiding is our best choice. Why don't we try hiding behind or near that waterfall? The mist and the darkness will hide us well. I can't swim in me armor, so how about we break off most of this ice and float it across to the fall? If worst comes to worst, we'll have to fight them, but most likely, they won't have the means to reach us. \n\nOOC: Ah...shouldn't have burned off obscuring mist.... rope trick prepared by any chance?"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " They're GIANTS Rurik. They carry huge BOULDERS just for that type of situation! And those boulders fit in their pouches! I would think your people of any would know that! \n\nSilv seems to be a bit...distressed to say the least."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n \"Wait! I have an idea!\" \nAemos fishes around his pack for something...\n\n \"I bought this scroll of Fly at the last town we visited. If we cast it on our strongest member, he could potentially carry us, or at least drag us, across the water and into the waterfall. If we move quickly, we may be able to get across without the giants noticing.\n\nIt is either that, or we die here.\" "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " Calm down first. Nothing good can come if you're flustered. As I said, this cavern is too wide for them to see across. They're bad with them rocks in the first place, but to hit something they can't see? That's about as probable dwarven ale tasting bad. There be no where to hide. I'd love to stay an fight, but if one of them almost felled Mikt, who's a fine warrior, more would surely be disastrous. Anyway of knowing how many are following with them keen ears?\n\nYour magic will certainly get us across, but why don't we leave it as a last resort for escape? "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv seems to visibly calm down after listening to the stern dwarf, who he is already looking at as a moral compass.\n\nQuiet down and I might be able to check...\n \n Spoiler \n\nListen check to find out and estimate\n listen - (1d20+6)[ 13 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nAemos whispers to Rurik so that Silv's listening will not be interfered with.\n\n \"Very well. What shall we do in the meantime?\" "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " It wouldn't hurt to see what is actually there. Why don't you use the spell on Mikt and give him a torch to see what is there? "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt' listens, as always, in silence, untill he hears his name being spoken. \"I can pick up about 900 punds, last time I checks, and I am holding almost 200 already, I should be able to hold everyone at once, if that plan is still an option.\" He is wispering with his hand near his mouth to not distract Silv."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n \"Very well, then. Go now, quickly.\" \n\nAemos rolls open the scroll, casts the spell on Mikt, and hands him a suntorch."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Silv can discern two distinct footfall patterns...both sound very heavy and very quickly approaching...estimating quickly at about 30 seconds until they are on you. As Silv turns to tell the others he hears a guttural shout of excitement as they giants see you..the footfalls speed up...\n\n\nAemos meanwhile succesfully casts the spell on Mik't who suddenly feels lighter than air, and the momentarily exhiliration of the need to fly quickly, before it passes and the magic settles into his body."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Mik't. You have 10 seconds. Grab us! \n\nSilv then sheathes one sword, and holds one arm up for Mikt to grab a hold of."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nAemos says hurriedly,\n\n \"Rurik, either I stay here and attempt to ensnare the giants, or I can enchant you with magic armor and leave you to stave them off. The choice is yours.\" "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " Huh, looks like we're out of time. Will have to just go then. \n\nHe ponders on how to get on top of the man, and judges that hanging from his feet seems the most balancing."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Both of you get on! Pick me up after Mik't!\n\nSilv then makes the choice for everyone, as being the most nimble hops out onto the thin ice where the giants assuredly can't follow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nUh, rolls for the ice I guess!\n balance - (1d20+4)[ 22 ] \n\nCan't actually think of any other rolls. How about MS for soft feet!\n ms - (1d20+9)[ 11 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n \"In that case, yell if you start drowning.\" \n\nAs a finishing touch, Aemos casts Web on the tunnel entrance in order to slow down the giants at least a little."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt' will pick up both Rurik and Ameos, and fly them over to saftey, and then doubles back as fast as he can towards Silv.\n((Are any checks needed?))"
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Mik't lifts the others into his arms and with a thought he is zipping across the cavern towards the waterfall. As he flys closer to the falls a soft greenish glow can be seen from a cavern beyond. He rises above the water's crest and into the adjoining cavern...out of Silv's sight. The glow emanates from below the river;s running water the glow is much brighter from in this small cavern...no solid ground can be seen in this area as the cavern's ceiling quickly descends to just above the water level.\n\nSilv meanwhile, watches the others fly to safety from his vantage point on the thinning ice. The creaking and trembling of the thin layer of ice can be heard and felt until the thudding footfalls of the giants announces their presence in the tunnel's mouth. They grin terrible grins, hoisting their axes high and charging at Silv in a furious charge. Their heavy feet send the already thin ice trembling harder and Silv can feel the ice beneath his feet cracking.\n\n \nMik't....STR Ck please\nAemos, Mik't, Rurik....Spot Checks please\nSilv....Dex & Balance checks please "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " Mikt, drop us off and go get Silv. There be a hidden room underwater where the glow is coming from. \n\nThen he takes a deep breath, hating getting wet and cold, but he'd do it for getting to catch lawbreakers in the future, and lets go of Mikt."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n Strength - (1d20+5)[ 22 ] \n \n\n\nMikt' nods towards Rurik and drops him in the water, and then he looks at Ameos for a second before dropping him as well. If Ameos says anything like don't let me go or whatever, Mikt' will hold him, either way, he will go back towards Silv as fast as he can."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Mik't drops Rurik and Aemos and quickly turns, heading back to Silv.\n\nAemos and Rurik drop and hit the water. The initial blast of cold air is extremely painful but subsides. Expecting to be swept along by the current you both instead sink slowly through the water and out the bottom side, passing through the river's bottom and into the large room where you again drop quickly into the large room below....landing with a splash in a large, warm pool below. The warmth of the water chases the chill quickly from you each. The pool is surrounded on three sides by rock walls...the fourth, behind you is a wall of rushing water from the river above. The waterfall doesn't seem able to pass through some sort of barrier, preserving the warmth of this room. There is a tunnel on the opposite side of the waterfall, through the huges growth of luminous mushrooms.\n\nSilv feels the first stomp of the lead giants foot hit the thin ice and the ice below his own feet crack and give way, throwing him backwards. He is able to see the giants both crash through the ice and disaapear beneath the frothing surface. Landing hard on a large piece of ice floating away from the sudden torrent of churning river water. Feeling lucky to be alive, safe on his piece of ice, a moment of relief washes through you...only to be shattered by a huge, chilly blue hand breaking thr surface of the water and grabbing a nearby ice floe. The giants head breaks the surface and he looks to Silv with hate filled eyes."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv, astonished at how reckless these giants just were and now reconsidering his own reckless choices, begins to think quickly.\n\nAnd quickly comes to the conclusion that recklessness begets more recklessness.\n\nSilv attempts to stand on the ice, and then to jump on the giant's head, using it's hair, beard, nose, ears, anything he can get a hand on for stability.\n\nAnd then he stabs him in the eye.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nYip yo ho! Now here's a gamble 😁 Big pay off if it works though.\nOk, some checks.\n balance - (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \n jump - (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \n touch attack - (1d20+8)[ 26 ] \n attack with sword - (1d20+9)[ 21 ] \n damage - (1d6+2)[ 6 ] \n sneak attack damage - (1d6)[ 4 ] \n\nI made rolls on what I thought could come up. If I need anything else I'll roll it in OOC.\n "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As Mik't comes flying back to Silv as fast as the spell will carry him he watches in astonishment as Silv carefully hops up to crouch on the ice. Mik't watches...and Silv moves.\n\nYour legs spring out and you make the leap, praying the ice has enough grip for you to make the leap. Fortunately it does and you manage to leap at the giant, it's flailing makes it difficult to grab a hold of him but Silv manages to hang on long enough to strike...The shortsword seems to float in slow motion, it's sharp point cutting through droplets of water thrown off by the giants thrashing...slowly Silv watches the blades tip pierce the giants hate filled eyes. The eyeball gives a bit before the blade pops through the thin membrane...you watch as the fluid from the giants eye bursts out along the length of your blade. You feel the tip grind to a stop at the back of it's eye socket...you feel the blade searching for the weakspot in the giants skull, but the creature throws it's head back and unleashes a primal scream of pain and terror jerking the blade free as it flails wildly, blinded by the loss of it's eye and pain.\n\nSilv, feels his grip on the giants ice slick hair slip and suddenly he is falling backwards towards the ice cold depths of the subterranean lake. Just before he hits, he sees the giant slip under and disappear."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nAemos looks around the room in wonder, oblivious to the destruction outside. \"Incredible...only a few steps outside and one could freeze to death, but here...\" "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " Rurik \n\nWhilest looking around, the dwarf cannot hide his worried expression of his two companions outside this sanctuary.\n\n Indeed. It be a wondrous place. Lets hope Mik't gets back with Silv fine. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Mage! I'm Screaming now!\n\nHeeeeelllllpppp! \n \n Spoiler \n\nSwim check to stay afloat\n swim - (1d20+2)[ 12 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Mik't swoops down in time to see Silv's head slip below the surface. He grabs out for Silv's hand and latches hold, heaving Silv from beneath the surface and wasting no time, turning and flying swiftly back to the falls and down through them to join Aemos and Rurik. They both see Silv collapse to the ground before them, his lips a pale blue color and his whole body shuddering uncontrollably. Mik't crouches near Silv, looking to Aemos and Rurik with a worried look in their eyes. Though Silv is concious, his teeth and body are shaking so badly he cannot utter a word."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n \"Quickly, get him into the warm water.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv merely moves his mouth, and seems trying to move his lips in some fashion.\n\nAll that he can speak is Aaaaaaaaaa before he begins shivering and loses control of his body once more."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Heal check to make him comfortable.\n\n (1d20+3)[ 19 ] \n\nRurik looks over Silv, helps Aemos getting him into warmer waters. Thinking back to the ways to treat the cold in his frigid homeland, he massages Silv's appendages, making blood flow through them."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Both the warm water and Rurik's gentle healing touch bring Silv back to his senses...the tingling pain of blood flowing back into his appendages brings back first the pain and then a soothing throb as he exercises the chill from his bones. The water, warm and soothing bubbles lightly bringing warmth from deep underground. As you all stand in the water you feel the weariness from the hard travel thus far slough off you in the regenerative waters."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Aaaaale! Oh wait, this water seems to do just fine. \n\nAs Silv regains his wits about him, he looks strangely at the dwarf who is gently massaging his appendages. Not knowing anything about actual healing, Silv seems to back away a bit.\n \nSo..dwarf...um, I'm sorry but I just don't like you like that. \n\nAs he pulls away and gets back into his comfort zone, he can finally ask the question on his mind.\n\n So, where are we, anyway? "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nAemos says with a smirk, \"Well, Silv, YOU are our guide, are you not?\n\nAlthough...I cannot imagine what kind of magic could keep a room such as this so warm...\" "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "OOC: Who said it was gentle? It's course, brittle and almost crushing. 😁\n\nConfused, but happy to see that Silv is alright Rurik looks around the room and his eyes fall on the seemingly magical barrier between the water and air. If they could get in and the giants knew about this place, surely they would follow. Looking back to the party, he says,\n\n Well, looks like thats the only way out. *points to the cavern with the glowing shrooms* If we're alright, then let us keep moving. Surely those filthy sneaky giants know what lies in their caves and will follow. \n\nOOC: How deep are we? Using Stonecunning. Also, anyone need healing?"
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n \"Then let us move out. I am concerned, however, that I have only two weak spells left...\" "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Rurik judges the current depth to be about a 1/2 mile below the surface...though with the mountain range overhead, that depth could fluctuate from 1/2 mile to 1 1/2 miles. As Rurik concentrates on estimating the depth of the room, the others see the shrooms along the shoreline of the pool shudder slightly, raising a fine layer of stone dust. As you all watch the mushrooms, ranging from 1 foot from base to crown all the way to 10 feet tall, shudder and they seem to sprout legs and arms. As you watch from in the pool eyeslits open along the edges of their crowns and thin slits for mouths open slightly, releasing a collective sigh. The plants make no other moves towards the group, they simply stand, watching you."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"Ummm, guys? Am I the only one who sees those things?\" \nMikt' draws his weapon while lookg at those...things."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " I don't know, but it doesn't seem like they are giants nor hostile. Perhaps they can talk? *to mushroom with arms and legs* Hail. I am Rurik, Cudgel of St.Cuthbert. Do you reside in these caverns? "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " I sure do hope these are friendly mushrooms. I'm tired of fighting today. \n\nSilv then turns to the mushrooms, and repeats Rurik's sentiments.\n\n Would you all be interested in an ale? "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n \"These mushrooms...I think I have seen them before. Give me a moment...\" \n \n Spoiler \n I've rolled some knowledge checks in the (neglected) OOC thread.\n "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The mushrooms seems to shiver slightly and a cloud of dust settles over the room, shaken free from their crowns. You each begin to hear words unspoken aloud...more like images and feelings seeping into your mind....\n\n We do reside here....home....welcome....friend or foe \n\nThe thoughts are soft and gentle...like a feathers carress."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n \"Ah,\" says Aemos, feeling relieved. \"Myconoids. Peaceful mushroom folk. I do not think we are in danger here, though I am uncomfortable about lingering. Let us try to move on.\" "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " We be friend. No mean for any harm, just passin' by. \n\nreplies Rurik, then realizes that they didn't really speak, and he is confused."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "You receive images and feelings of peace and comfort...somehow through it all you get the idea they are offering protection for awhile...in return for killing the giants. The all seem to bristle a bit more when the thought of the giants crosses your minds. They then move slowly to block the entrance, creating a small opening near the waters edge. As they begin to settle back down to their stationary spots the voice/thought speaks one more time...\n\n peace...rest...we watch....no fire \n\nThe last word sends one last shiver through the grove and then they are still."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n \"Interesting...\n\nWell, shall we rest for a moment or press on?\n\nAnd before I forget...\" Aemos steps over to the warm water pool and gathers some into his waterskin.\n\n \"I should at least bring this back to the Tower once this is over.\" "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Wierded out by the images, but happy that they're friendly, Mik't sheathes his weapon. \"So, I guess we won't be making a fire to rest?\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " We definitely need to rest. If we have guards for it, then that's just a bonus. "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " Shouldn't we move on? We're all able to move on, and getting out of this giant's cavern seems like the smart thing to do. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " I don't know about anyone else, but I'm frozen to my bones. If I had a nice mug full of ale I'm sure I'd be well on my way to recovery... with that Silv glances over at Aemos and smiles heartily. But right now, in this warm area, at least a small rest would be very helpful. "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " Aye, rest it is then.\n \nRurik proceeds to take his armor off, scrutinizing it for any marks or blemish it might have endured in the day."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As you all settle in to rest, you feel the warmth from the springs chasing all of the cold from you. The Myconids don't move, constantly vigilant they remain where they last settled, blocking the only exit from the cavern. Your rest is uninterupted and plesant...a welcome respite from the first section of caverns."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nAs Aemos sleeps he dreams, images of that icy figure arising again. It is not TOO bothersome, but when he awakes he won't be feeling all that comfortable..."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "You all awaken what feels like half a day later with a soft whisper of images and a voice urging you gently to wake. As you each drift out of sleep and come awake you begin to understand the words....\n\n wake....wake....they come....wake.....they come.... \n\nAs you each look around you can see through the waterfall a flickering group of lights...like men in a boat rowing toward the falls."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nAemos quickly shakes the sleep from his mind as the mushroom folk give him the warning.\n\n \"Who...?\"\n\n Damn. It had better not be more giants again... "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Rurik awakens with a start. He looks up to the surface with a worry and dons his armor.\n\n Ah, it might be the giants. I'd say we leave, but they may cause harm to these peaceful creatures who gave us their hospitality. I say we stand and fight if they be giants, let them feel the wrath of my mace! "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nAemos gives a humorless smile.\n\n \"Then I am afraid that you will not have much magical support from me. I am quite out of spells, and I have yet the opportunity to study and regain them...\" \n\nHe steps over to Mik't's side and prepares one of his two remaining spells.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Aemos woll move over to Mik'ts position and prepares a Mage Armor. He will cast it on Mik't if the people in the boat turn out to be hostile.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " *YAWWWWWWWWN* That was quite nice! \n\nSilv slowly takes in his surroundings, and sees that danger is near.\n\n Want me to go take a look mage? "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n \"Yes. It would be wise to make sure who these intruders are before we act rashly.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv heads towards the falls as stealthily as he can. He attempts to find a spot where he can peer through without giving away his position.\n\nIf that is impossible, Silv will swim past the falls, and peer up out of the water, using the water as cover and acting like an alligator hiding in the swamp.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n hide - (1d20+9)[ 27 ] \n ms - (1d20+9)[ 24 ] \n swim - (1d20+2)[ 5 ] \n spot - (1d20+6)[ 13 ] \n listen - (1d20+6)[ 8 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"AAARRRGGGHH\" Mik't wakes up with a yawn that sounds more like a growl to anyone that didn't know any better. When he realizes that danger might be near, he puts his hand at his belt ready to take it out at a moments notice. He stays silent, but looks around, watching Silv leap away to see who these intruders are, Rurik donning his armor, and Aemos standing near him. He walks over by Rurik, and will help him don his armor if he can, then goes back over to Aemos.\n\n((Aemos, I alwys spell your name wrong, lik Ameos, I don't know why though... :) ))"
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As Silv nears the falls and peers through, the men in the boat seem to take no notice. They steer the boat to the left side of the falls, Silv's right, and as they unload they drag the boat up onto the flat stone. Silv can easily make out their human faces in the torchlight they carry with them. They all wear dark brown leather armor with an ornate red \"L\" on each chest. They appear well organized as they begin dragging out rope and climbing gear from the boat, they seem completely unawares of you all."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv peers back at his group and puts his finger to pursed lips, motioning for silence. He then maintains his hiding spot, and attempts to listen in on any conversations being had by the new arrivals.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n listen - (1d20+6)[ 26 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "After donning his armor, Rurik bastions himself in the narrowest part of the cavern, waiting for Silv to come back."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Silv edges closer to the falls, the noise of the falls quickly makes it obvious that hearing anything outside the room would be near impossible. The men continue gathering at the base of the cliff, strapping ropes and gear to themselves, resecurng their swords and bows to their back to be out of the way for the climb. Silv sees two of the men move right up to the wall and begin climbing up, going slowly and pausing now and then to set pitons in the wall. The others continue up, followed by the last man, who tosses a pack back into the small boat before moving to the wall to begin climbing."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv, after seeing enough, heads back towards the group to report. He walks, now drenched again, towards Aemos.\n \n\"Mage, we might have just been given a nice present. There's some men, newly arrived. They seem like trained soldiers, with big red L's on their shirts. They scaled the wall that we fell from pretty effeciently. At least they should be surprised by some pretty mad giants. \n\nSilv chuckles at the last part.\n\n Anyway, they left us gifts! They left a boat and a pack, though I don't know what's in that. We shouldn't look a gift horse in mouth. "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " Big L? (Untrained Knowledge check to see if Rurik knows it. (1d20-1)[ 0 ] )\n\nRurik eases up hearing that it is not the giants and gives a frown upon hearing Silv's suggestion.\n\n Taking other's property? I think not. I don't know who those men are, but they don't seem to harm us or these mushroom people. I say we move on then to that wall of yours. *points to the cavern that continues*\n\n(OOC: 0!!!! Wow...Rurik must feel dumber than a rock...)"
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "Still waiting to see if Aemos knows who these guys are (I'm guessing Lundanites).\n\nUntil then, This Space For Rent"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv takes a deep, deep look at the dwarf in front of him.\n\n \"Look, dwarf, I know you just healed me, but you speak nonsense. We NEED to go out the way they just came in. It's simple survival. They won't be alive for too long to miss the boat anyway.\" \n\nSilv pauses for just a moment, actually thinking about his next words. It doesn't seem to do much, though.\n \n\"Let's not let your better-than-everyone principles kill us all hmm?\" "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " Why do we need to go out that way? There's a perfectly fine tunnel right here. Is there a reason we must go that way? I don't see the reason it is simple survival, why don't you explain? \n\nThe dwarf looks grumpily at Silv, frowning when called dwarf, furrowing his brows even more when told of having principles better than others. Of course he had better principles; he was the guiding light of absolute law in the land. And this young human who probably is 40 years younger than him speaks without coherence .\n\n(OOC: No really, I don't see how going into the tunnel will kill us all, nor the reason we have to go out the way we came in. Or the reason we have to take the boat to even get out that way. Unless it's a character thing, not a logic thing... Wait, so the men are climbing up to the waterfall?)"
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"Guys, what are you doing? We are a group, and a damn good one too. Don't let little things ruin us!\" \nMikt' steps in the middle of both of them, trying to be a barrier between the words.\n\n((This is the first time any of you have seen Mikt' get really mad, and it's kinda scary, except a little less for Rurik, because he can match him in strength, but definately not in size. ;) ))"
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "(Rurik...yeah, no clue who these guys are and you're starting to wonder about exactly what an \"L\" is....lol...a freaking zero?! Nice...Oh...and yes Rurik, they're climbing up to the top of the waterfall you guys just fell through.)\n\n(Aemos...Yes you recognize the symbol immediately as the symbol of the Lundanite army)\n\nAs you all stand arguing amognst yourselves trying to figure out which way to go...onward or backwards, you feel/hear the Myconids say \"They come...\" \n\nWith that last ominous message the Myconids, move off to the sides of the cavern and begin settling down in the darker corners and crevices. The unique communication link between you and them suddenly cuts off and you are left in the cavern with what now appears to be a grove of mindless fungi.\n\nNo sooner do the Fungi settle than you all hear a splash followed by several more splashes. The men have found their way into the cavern and are swiftly descending on ropes to the cavern floor. You can see the swords strapped to their thighs and bow and quivers hanging from their backs. They all are dripping wet and all have their eyes on your group."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Judging from the way they are looking at the group, and knowing that they aren't here to help, Rurik speaks, after giving Silv a stern look.\n\n Looks like I was wrong about them meaning no harm. *steps forward* Who are ye all and what's yer buisiness? "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv, knowing the argument now moot, simply pulls out his swords and lets the surly dwarf figure out what to do."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nAemos quickly moves from his original tense state into a more relaxed position.\n\n \"Hail to the Emperor from this cold, dank place, fellow Citizens. What need does the Emperor need of you here?\n\nI am Field Wizard Aemos Savant, and these are my traveling companions.\" "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As the men settle to the ground they look about in wonder at the warmth in the cavern. The leader a middle aged man, who carries an air of authority. He is near 6 feet tall and stocky. His cool blue eyes look over you all before he stops on Aemos. With a crisp fist to chest he bows his head slightly.\n\n \"Field Wizard Savant, we were sent by the Emperor to find you and return you and your traveling companions to Lundan immediately. I am Commander Gregan.\" \n\nHis voice is cool and hard, like his gaze. He stands waiting, the other men move up behind him, a total of 8 soldiers and their commander."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n \"I see, Commander. May I ask how you found us in this dark cavern? Merely curiosity, you see...\" "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Seeing that the wizard knows these men, Rurik backs off, watching the events unfold."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Seeing the dwarf back off, and the authority that one of the men seems to command, Silv steadfastly keeps his swords drawn. As he does so, he looks over to the dwarf and winks."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Rurik returns the odd eye gesture with a grin, keeping his eyes fixed on the men with swords and weird symbols on their chests."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt' brings out his sword and steps defensivly in front of the spell-less wizard when the men come down the ropes. When he steps out of Mikt's shadow and mentions how he knows them, Mikt' backs off slightly, and keeps his weapon in his hand, still wary of the group."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The commander watches the posturing and positioning of your group. He seems unfazed and instead turns back to Aemos.\n\n \"We were ordered to search these caverns, other groups have been dispatched all through the area. We've been searching for you for awhile had almost given up hope of finding you when we came across the cave.\" He clears his throat and turns to his men. \"You men refill your waterskins and warm up over by the springs while I inform Field Wizard Aemos of the nature of his summons.\" \n\nThe men move away to the spring and follow his orders, chatting softly, laughing at a joke one of the men tells.\n\nThe commander quickly slides a hand under his vest and draws out a rolled scroll. He quickly hands it to you whispering urgently. \"Hide it, read it away from the men. I trust you'll know what to do.\" He then speaks out loudly, \"Field Wizard Aemos Savant, you are hereby ordered to surrender to the hands of the Army of Lundan all personal effects and magical equipment. Your companions are also required to submit peacefully to our control. You and your companions are ordered to return with us as escorted prisoners, until trial, for treason to the empire and the council of 12. All hail the Empire, All hail the Council, All hail Lundan.\" \n\nThe commander then turns and walks away to join his men, glancing back to add... \"You have until we depart to make your decision.\" \n\nThe commander joins his men and informs them that they will bunk here for the night and depart in 8 hours for Lundan. The men give a cheer and continue setting up a camp."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nWhen the commander and the rest of the men are away with their backs turned and busy setting up the camp or making merry, Aemos decides to address his companions.\n\n \"Do not be troubled yet,\" he mutters, being sure to keep his body language hunched over as though in deep despair to fool the Lundanite soldiers. \"The commander has given me a note to read, and I feel that all will be fine as long as we do as we are told.\n\nIf not...\" Aemos fails to finish the last sentence.\n\n \"I would suggest that you all comply, but act as though you were taken unfairly. Cooperate, but do not seem overly compliant or you may arouse suspicion. I, meanwhile, shall go over to a quiet spot to restock my spells and read the note. I suggest that the rest of you prepare yourselves.\" \n\nAemos pauses for a moment, expecting questions."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "And questions you will recieve.\n\n \"Ameos, what is going on? Treason, thats bad, we didn't do anything! And when he said give our magical equiptment and things to him, does that mean my sword? And armor? Why are they here? Why have they been looking for us? I am very confused, and I don't like those men over there...\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv merely smacks his blades together, and remains silent. The mage already knows how he feels about authority, and it shows through very finely on his face at this moment."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Rurik waits for Aemos to clear this up. He trusts the law, and since he knows and it seems everyone knows that they didn't do anything wrong, they can't do anything to them. He kneels to pray to St. Cuthbert, asking for his blessings on this day."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nThe wizard sighs. \"I understand how you all must feel about this situation, and I assure you that this...plan, is somewhat out of the blue.\n\nIf it does turn out that these are traitors to the Empire and are impersonating Imperial officials, then I swear to you that I will do my utmost to assist you against them by any means possible, including deadly force. However, even if we were to turn against these Lundanites, we are in no condition to do so. We are out of spells, are injured, and are outnumbered. And we have no idea what the myconoids may do to us if we disturb their peace.\n\nFor now, we should play along, see what they are up to. If all of this turns out the way I sincerely hope it does, we could actually expedite our journey to the Dead Wall.\n\nIf not, then I have some traitors to eliminate.\" \n\nHe turns to Mikt. \"Rest assured, this should be but a mere ploy, an excuse for the soldiers to take us back to Lundan.\" \n\nHe then turns to Silv. \"I know your...opinions...on authority, but it would be prudent for you, for all of us, to bend to it...for now.\" \n\nAemos silently notes Rurik's calm and goes off to prepare his spells for the day and read the note.\n\n \n Spoiler \n If anyone has anything more to say to Aemos, feel free to do so. I'll have him start studying his spells once everyone's done asking stuff.\n "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " Aye, justice always prevails. \n\nsays Rurik, who finishes his prayers.\n\n If the captain be on the side of the law, I believe we can take them. After ye prepare, Aemos? "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nAfter Aemos prepares his spells, he reads the note...\n\n...and his face becomes a mask of ice.\n\n \"Gather around all of you, and read this.\" Ameos checks behind him to see if the guards are getting suspicious.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nSpells for the day:\n\n0: Prestidigitation, Read Magic, Ghost Sound,, Message\n1: Mage Armor, Sleep, Color Spray, Color Spray\n2: Web, Web, Glitterdust\n\n\nEdit: Could we get a combat map of how the scene looks like?\n "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The guards seem very at ease, sitting around near the water. A few have laid out bedrolls and are drifting off to sleep. The commander orders two men to go secure the boat. They wander back to the ropes still hanging down and begin making their way back up and out. No one seems to be paying you four much attention at all. The commander seems to be trying his best to be keeping them occupied."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv merely paces around the rest of the group. He will act like he is reading for a bit, and then pull off. He doesn't trust this group of men not to trap the scroll somehow. And since he's not getting paid to go to jail, that's just not going to happen either."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n*Ahem*\n\nWhat does the note say?\n \n\n\nMikt' will go over and read the note, and will react to what it says once he knows what it says. :)"
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nAemos digs out the note and slips it to his companions.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\n*Ahem* Right, right, the note...😳\n\nAemos,\n\nYou don't know me but I know of you. Your father and I served for many years together while in the army. Unfortunately we had a falling out and haven't spoken since he left to further his studies.\nWhether you believe me or not you must know I do this for me. I owe your father my life several times over and I always repay my debts.\nTwo weeks ago the Emperor of Lundan was assassinated while going for his evening walk along the tower walls. The council quickly blamed the Emperors personal guard, though I know for a fact all of the Emperors personal guard were killed that night along with him.\nThe Council has siezed control of the empire and I fear the path they shall lead us down. Right now we have time as they are busy fighting amongst themselves for who will rise to Emperor. You however must get to wherever it is you're going quickly. The council has named a great number of field agents as traitors...any that have been found have been found guilty and executed by incineration.\nPlease, run, cut off all ties with Lundan, I don't know how they are keeping track of you but they knew exactly where you would be.\nI pray to the Gods you heed these words...\n\nCommander\n "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "After a few second of reading, Mikt' lets out a shocked gasp.\n \"Gasp! Should we attack now, or when they are sleeping? They said they were going to rest for a few hours, right?\" "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nThe wizard hisses, \"Keep quiet, wretch!\n\nBut be rest assured, I have something planned for them...\" "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "A few of the men look up at Mik'ts outburst, they laugh around the group, easily figuring their numbers alone would dispell any attempt at escape. The Commander looks at the group with a look of controlled dismay, he then joins the others laughing at the outburst and smacks a soldier on his back. He tells them he is reducing the nightly watch to 2 hour shifts of 4 men, the men draw straws and the Commander assigns each their shifts. He then walks over to your group looking at each member first, then finally resting on Aemos as he speaks.\n\n \"I suggest you all forget any ideas at escape, we want this to be easy but we will make it hard for you if you so desire.....My men will be posted through the night to watch you all and ensure you do not escape. Rest well, we have a long march ahead of us tommorrow.\" He mouths \"second shift\" as he pauses in his speech. With a last small smile he nods and clasps Aemos' shoulder gently giving it a squeeze before turning and going to his bunk to sleep. The other troops are soon bunked down, the first guard finds a spot against the cavern wall where he can watch you and the others as well as the exits."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nAemos gives a slight nod of acknowledgment to the captain before heading off to his own bedroll.\n\n \"Second shift. Watch for my...\"colorful\" signal.\" \n\nHe hunkers down and pretends to go to sleep, awaiting the second shift."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": " \"Aemos, sorry for the outburst before.\" \n\n((Lol, I thought that it would be obvouis it was a whisper, but oh well, it worked out in the end. :) ))"
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " Aye, a plan it is then. *a bit louder* We best getsome rest then. \n\nRurik disappointingly puts down his mace and prepares to go to sleep, but all his things packed."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv does as the mage suggests, but obviously seems agitated. It seems as though he can't wait for second watch to come around, and to destroy those that would imprison him."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The soldiers all settle down and soon the chamber is quiet save the occasional bout of snoring from one of the soldiers. The hours tick by and soon the second shift starts. The soldier leans heavily against the wall, holding his stomach and sweating profusely, after a few minutes he jumps up and runs to a far corner of the room. You can hear the sounds of him vomiting violently and know he will be away from his post for a while."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The sounds of vomiting begin to slow and quiet down, replaced by a ragged panting as the extremely sickened soldier gasps trying to recatch his breath. Another soldier sits up, staring off with a blank, confused expression towards the vomitting noises, before flopping back down into his sack to fall swiftly back to sleep."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos Savant, wizard 4 \n\nStill awake, Aemos opens an eye to see if any soldiers at all are awake. If none are, he will walk around as though half asleep, looking for a place to relieve himself. He will go to each of his comrades, quietly awake them, and then come up with a plan."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv peeks up at the sound of vomitting, ever ready to take down those that would imprison him. After seeing the first get sick, and the second not care, he gets up. He points to himself, and then to the ones sleeping, and then points to Aemos and to the one vomitting. Silv then silently unsheathes his swords and gets ready for the dirty work ahead.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSilv is silently sneaking over to the group to \"assasinate\" the sleeping guards. He will coup de grace as many as he can (not sure how many there are) while depending on Aemos and the rest to take down the vomitting one silently.\n\n ms - (1d20+9)[ 27 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nNoting what Silv was about to do, Aemos quickly points to the commander and violently shakes his head. He then points to the vomiting one and makes a stabbing motion. Afterwards, he positions himself so that he can catch as many guards as possible in a 15 foot cone.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Aemos would like Silv to take out the vomiting one first, since Silv is probably the best at silent assassinations.\n\nOOC: I'm thinking it might be better to take out the vomitting one first while everyone else gets ready to take out the sleeping guards. That way, while we're going around shoving blades into the sleeping ones, the vomitting one won't suddenly notice and let out a yell.\n "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt' wakes up at Aemos' pushing, and almost makes a sound befor seeing Silv making motions to be quiet, and then more motions on what we should do. At Aemos' 'response', Mikt' silently gets up and takes out his longsword(not greatsword, because A. alot of force will not be needed and B. In case they get up and are shooting arrows, Mikt' has the deflect/snatch arrow feats. 😁 ). He then will wait for Rurik to awaken and for the others to be ready to act.\n\n(I might not post as much as I would like for a while, my computer keeps saying that this page cannot be brought up when I try and access the forums, yet all other sites are working. Thisonly happens every once and a while, but I'm just letting you know. :) )\n((Posted again in case you don't see it in the OOC thread.))"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv reacts to what the mage wants, as he obviously doesn't want to be imprisoned himself. He silently glides over to his new helpless victim, who just happens to be vomitting in the corner.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI'll take that plan too. Silv will attempt to coup de grace this one as well, as silently as possible. If he is not actually helpless, Silv will attack him as silently as possible. Both attacks will get sneak dice though 😁\n "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Rurik, awake, but without his armor readies his mace to take out one of the sleeping guards as soon as Silv takes out the vomiting guard. These upholders of unjust law will pay for ever convicting him of breaking his ideal.\n\n(OOC: Coup de Grace one of the guards not chosen by others as soon as Silv takes out the one that's awake.)"
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "After silently organizing your movements, you feel fairly comfortable with each other's action and begin sweeping through the helpless guards.\n\nSilv finds the sickened guard curled into a fetal position, vomit covers the rocks nearby and by the quantity you wouldn't be surprised if the fellow had puked until he passed out. Silv's sword slips through the sleeping mans ribs easily, puncturing his heart and lung in quick succession, preventing a scream and killing the man swiftly. The guards fingers twitch but no sounds can be heard.\n\nAs Silv returns to join the group around the others, you swiftly, move through the sleeping guards killing them all without incident, except one close call as Rurik dropped the mace to crush one of the mens throats, his gurgling choked death cry woke the man next to him. However a quick thrust from Mik'ts sword to the base of his neck silenced him forever.\n\nAll the guards are dead, leaving only the commander, still sleeping soundly."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos \n\nAemos gives his nod of approval and beckons everyone to gather around him.\n\n \"Very well done. Now comes the question as to what to do: shall we continue on, now that we have come this far? And what shall we do with the commander?\n\nI have an idea: since he is still loyal to the Emperor and the Empire, shall we ask him to report to his superiors that we are dead and gone? He could explain the loss of his men to our \"final struggle\", which could also explain why we were not captured alive; we fought too fiercely to be captured.\n\nWhat say you all?\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Sorry mage, but I wouldn't trust him to lie to his superiors. If he is anything like you we would be making a big mistake. We either kill him now or leave him where he is. "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "(OOC: Still here, just was confused on the leader's position in this)\n\n Wait, wasn't it him that told us to go to the wall, even though an order to arrest was out? He did the right thing, for the greater justice, he seems to know his priorities. I say we collaborate with him to keep those upholders of injustice off our backs and be on our way. \n\nRurik says while putting his armor on."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos Savant \n\nThe wizard looks both grim and thoughtful, carefully weighing the two positions.\n\n \"Hmm...both of you make good arguments. Let us see what Mikt has to say about this...\" \n\nHe looks expectantly at said Barbarian, hoping for an answer."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt' snaps out of some sort of daydream he was having.\n \"Umm, what was the question?\" \nAfter being filled in on what was just going on, he says\n \"Well, he has been nice to us before, telling us when to attack as well, so he probably has some srong thoughts about this. I think we should here him out. So I agree with Rurik and Aemos.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv shrugs as if none of this matters anyway. He lets the rest of the party do what they need to do, but he maintains a watchful eye, and both swords remain held in a defensive manner."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " Majority is a bad way of ruling, but we be short on time. I'll wake him then. Aemos might want to talk to him though. I'm still not clear on what the goal of this expedition is. \n\nRurik steps up to the commander and shakes him awake."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The commander quickly opens his eyes and sits bolt upright, you can see the confusion in his face as he looks at you, trying to process the fact he is not being woke up by his men in a frantic search for your party, but instead by Rurik. He looks around him suddenly and you can see his eyes open wide as he takes in the bloody scene around him.\n\nHe struggles to a standing position, his eyes tearing up a bit as he goes rushing off amongst the bodies. He pushes blankets aside, or rolls bodies over as he searches frantically. In a blur of movement he moves among the bodies, apparently not seeing what he is looking for, he rushes off to where the young soldier had been throwing up.\n\nA moment later you hear a blood chilling cry of anguish and grief emanating from the heavy shadows. Through the tears and sobbing you can make out him crying out a name and then bursting into another fit of tears.\n\nMoments go by, seeming like hours, before the tears and screams stop and you see him reemerge and walk directly towards you all. His face is a cold mask of controlled rage. He stops a few steps away and swiftly draws a magnificent longsword from his hip sheathe. He whips the tip up between his eyes and says, through clenched teeth, \"I gave you a bloodless, honorable way to escape and this is the way you repay my kindness. You are honorless and have shown your true colors with this unprovoked attack on my men...on my SON!!!!!\" His voice cracks at the last and he takes a moment before saying, \"You are exactly like your father. I curse your name Aemos Savant as I cursed you fathers, may your soul burn eternally in the fiery pits of the hells. Come finish your slaughter and let me escape into the afterlife with my son...\" He assumes a defensive stance and waits, his body twitching his eyes dry but tearstained, the resolve to kill or be killed etched into his eyes."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "(OOC: Now this is where misunderstanding stemmed from... as I said before I wasn't sure what the captain was suggesting...oh well, what's done is done)\n\nRurik steps back, surprised, looking around as he understands that he misjudged what the commander was offering when he gave Aemos the note. He looks to the others for advice."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos Savant \nAemos pauses at this new development, and his eyes look away, hardened into pools of solid silver.\n\n \"Then I had misjudged the situation gravely, commander. I had to assume that your men were possibly traitors to the Empire as well--also, we could not risk getting caught on the way out. Hence the...butchery.\n\nThe fault is mine, commander, both for the deaths of your men and your son. I will bear whatever penance required by Lundanite Law once my mission is complete. Until then, however, my mission is paramount. I cannot allow you to impede our progress.\n\nAnd I cannot end your life, either, commander, as sweet a mercy that would be. Go and mourn your son, then return to the Empire and serve our Emperor, as dead as he may be. In the end you will see your beloved son; you may as well do so while leaving a restored Empire behind you.\n\nOnce that is done, and my mission is complete... \" Aemos brings his eyes up to the commander's enraged ones, \"Perhaps...perhaps then, when all is done, you could send me to the Inferno you have just cursed me to. \n\nHe then mutters, \"You are correct. I AM too much like my father. And that similarity has cost me much.\" \n\nA smirk. \"Hmph. All for the Empire.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n\nMy thoughts on the new situation:\n\nWhoops. 😦\n\nI think this is the classic example of Why PCs Shouldn't Kill Every NPC They Meet.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv looks over to the mage and gives him an apathetic \"I told you so look\", and then dives right at the man, who at this point and time is most certainly an enemy and would be at the group's back. Silv runs and tumbles, and comes up right beside the now weary captain.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMisunderstanding. Yep. Skin off of Silv's back? No way in the Abyss 😉\nBut for sure Silv will not leave a Captain in the Lundanite military alive, raging at us, and at our back. Just not going to happen.\n\nSo...if possible for taking the first action hoping to have these sneak attacks. If not I understand.\n\n attack - (1d20+9)[ 13 ] \n dmg - (1d6+2)[ 5 ] \n sneak - (1d6)[ 1 ] \n tumble - (1d20+6)[ 13 ] - More for effect then use. I can easily run around him I'm sure.\n "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Rurik shouts a NO! as he jumps in the way of Silv's strike. Overwhelmed by the atrocious guilt, when he saw the rogue dive toward the grief-stricken captain, he moved as his most inner values told him to. He had killed the man's son, and the rest of his men - although it was out of misunderstanding, as a man of St. Cuthbert, he would have to pay the man back somehow, and a sword in his gullet was not it.\n\nInitiative (1d20)[ 11 ] "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "He listens silently through Aemos's reply, his expression never altering, you can see a dead look in his eyes, as if his entire world had just ended and he has accepted death. He reacts quickly to Silv's attack he steps back swinging his sword in a swift half arc, knocking Silv's strike aside.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative (1d20+3)[ 11 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos Savant \n\nSpells:\n0: Prestidigitation, Read Magic, Ghost Sound,, Message\n1: Mage Armor, Sleep, Color Spray, Color Spray\n2: Web, Web, Glitterdust\n\n Damn... \n\nAemos snaps out of his remorse and grimly prepares his magic.\n\n \n Spoiler \n If it is possible to do so, Aemos will try to blast the commander with a Color Spray while avoiding his companions.\n\nIf this is not possible, then Aemos will move over to Mikt and cast Mage Armor on him.\n "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Aemos lifts a finger and a cone of brilliant scintillating colors bursts forth with a soft whirring sound. The blast hits the Commander completely enveloping him in the cone.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpell save vs. DC 15: (1d20+2)[ 16 ] \n1d4 for duration of effect: (1d4)[ 2 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The Commander lifts his arm to his eyes to block the swirling colors and shudders under the disorienting assault of the colors, as the cone swiftly dissipates the Commander resumes his stance, his eyes now hardened with determination."
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "[/roll=Intitiative]1d20+2[/roll]\n\nMikt' takes a few steps back in horror, realizing what he just helped his companions do. He feels a strange feeling in his gut, trying to figure out what happened, what went wrong. When he realizes that the commanders son was also killed, Mikt's eyes glaze over, and his grip loosens on his bloody longsword. As the sword drops to the ground, so does Mikt'. He falls heavily on his knees and puts his face in his hands, weeping heavily. It is apparent that what he just did has played a great toll on the usually strong half-orc.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTwo things.\n1. My character's backstory apparently wasn't saved to the character sheet when I made it, so untill I make it, none of that would really make sense... 😉\n2. That was some greatly descriptive writing blkhawk. I felt as though I was the commander, and I just lost one that I love. *clap clap clap*\n "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Too late to block the rogue, the Dwarven cleric looks helplessly around at the chaos. He kneels and starts to pray, trying to find the right thing to do.\n\n Oh, great upholder of all things lawful. This awful deed stemmed from misunderstanding must be repaid. But my faith is not strong as to bring back the dead, nor can I appease the man's great sorrow and anguish. To live means pain to the man, and he has lost purpose. He could find another way, but this cannot be done easily. What should I, your humble cudgel, do?\n\n...\n\nGive him and his men, proper rites for the afterlife, and atone for my deeds... I see. Thank thee St. Cuthbert, for showing me my way. \n\n(This will take around five rounds to get to the conclusion. In this time, he'll take any hits from the commander, but keep praying, if he chooses to strike at Rurik)"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv, seeing the commander shake off the mage's usual knockout move, grips his swords a bit tighter. This might be a tougher fight than he thought, and all the more reason to berate the mage later.\n\nSilv digs down deep, and seeing both his melee comrades in emotional turmoil decides to go it alone.\n\nHe swings both his swords, aiming for any openings.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nWithout a flank Silv is much less of a danger 😩\nIn any case, here they are\n\n attack1 - (1d20+7)[ 27 ] \n attack2 - (1d20+7)[ 16 ] \n dmg1 - (1d6+2)[ 3 ] \n dmg2 - (1d6+2)[ 4 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The Commander reacts swiftly to Silv's attack. His blade spins up but misses the block and Silv's blade bites a deep slash into the Commanders unprotected thigh. (11 HP damage) A soft grunt escapes his clenched teeth as he spins on his good leg, twirling around Silv's second attack and countering with his own.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack: (1d20+7)[ 26 ] \nDamage: (1d8+4)[ 7 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "(Critical hit confirmation)\n\nThe Commanders blade sweeps down at Silv's thigh, intending to wound Silv in the same manner as he had just been hurt. Finding a poetic justice to this thought, the Commander focuses his entire being into the battle...thoughts of avenging his son before joining him lending his heavy heart the strength to beat on, through the first cut...determined to land the last.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAtk:13\nDmg: 5\n \n\n\n(Crit confirm failed..Silv receives 7 HP damage)"
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos Savant \n\nAemos readies another blast of color and positions himself so that Silv will not get caught in the blast.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nColor Spray again, aiming to not hit Silv. Apologies will come later to the others if they're hit.\n "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "(Unless hit by the color spray) Mikt' will get up, shake his head a bit, and take out his greatsword, preparing to use it for defensive purposes only. (Taking out a weapon is a full round action, right? If not, I will edit in other actions. And I am not taking a defensive stance, just for the record.)"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv takes the hit and realizes he was quite lucky. He spins, and a half second later spins the other direction, bringing one blade high and one blade low.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n attack1 - (1d20+7)[ 17 ] \n attack2 - (1d20+7)[ 13 ] \n dmg1 - (1d6+2)[ 8 ] \n dmg2 - (1d6+2)[ 4 ] \n\n-7hp\n "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The Commander brings the blade of his sword parrallel with his body, bracing the tip with the flat of his free hand he catches Silv's attacks and sweeps his arms up, preparing to counter with a low sweep himself...\n\nHe barely registers Mik'ts blade being drawn and Rurik still praying fervently.\n\nAemos's blast of colors again envelops the Commander, just barely missing Silv as his attack is halted and swept aside.\n\n[spoiler]\nSpell save vs. DC 15: (1d20+2)[ 3 ] \n1d4 for duration of effect: (1d4)[ 4 ] "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The blast of color hits the Commander full in the face and the assault of color on his senses forces his brain to shut down his sight momentarily stunning him with waves of dizziness and nausea.\n\n(Failed his save VS Spell. He is Blinded for 4 rounds, stunned for 1)"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv, with his attuned reflexes and smell for blood, goes for exactly that. He aims both his swords for major arteries, one in the leg and the other in his arm.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nBlinded opponents are gooooood!\n attack1 - (1d20+9)[ 12 ] \n attack2 - (1d20+9)[ 15 ] \n dmg1 - (2d6+2)[ 8 ] \n dmg2 - (2d6+2)[ 7 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "(I'm not sure if it is the next round or not, but I'll post my next actions anyway.)\n\nMikt' will run up to the commander and Silv, and he will attempt to place his body in the way of Silv and the commander, while trying for a grapple on Silv.(He will drop his sword if neccessary.)"
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Still prayin'"
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Silv's swords slide easily into the unprotected. unaware Commander, severing two major arteries, one below the armpit the other at the top of his inner thigh. As the bright red gush of arterial blood sprays out covering Silv, Mik't rushes in to grapple Silv away. The Commander staggers back a step before his legs give out and he falls heavily flat on his back. The blood pulses out in bright red gushes spraying wildly at first and swiftly diminishing to barely perceptive bubbling. As you watch you can see the cold glaze of death settle over his eyes, which still seem to stare accusingly directly into your souls."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos Savant \n\nAemos calmly walks over while brandishing his staff.\n\nWhen he reaches the commander, he whispers, \"Such a waste, commander...such a waste...\" and delivers the wretched man the peace of death."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Rurik opens his eyes to find that the situation is over and laments silently. Seeing that without tools, graves would be hard to make, he proposes the idea of cremation."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Now that the dirty work is done, Silv lightly brushes off Mik't's grasp. He looks at everyone around with a fairly cold stare, each one at a time.\n \n*It had to be done. He could not be left to his own devices.\n\nBut now that this business is done, how about a drink?* \n\nWith that, Silv simply walks over to a wall and sits down."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos Savant \n\nAemos silently cleans his staff and turns to Rurik.\n\n \"Rurik...I request that you give these men their last rites.\" \n\nAnd with that, he stumbles off and begins searching for any container of alcohol that the men brought with them, obviously stunned and numb at the events."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Aemos finds a few waterskins that are filled with wine and one filled with a potent spirits. The rest of the waterskins are filled with water. As Rurik begins thinking about cremation, the Myconids let out a cloud of dust and with a cavern shuddering moment they stand as one and quickly begin making there way out of the cavern."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos Savant \n\nAfter finding a skin full of spirits, he makes his way over to Silv's hunched form and wordlessly drops it at the rogue's feet. He then moves over to his belongings and begins packing them."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv takes a deep draught and nods his thanks to Aemos. After a few more moments, he gets up, uses the rest of the alcohol to clean his swords, and packs for the journey ahead."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Seeing the reaction of the mushrooms, Rurik says,\n\n Perhaps fire in the tunnels isn't a good idea. Although it will take some time, let's bury them. \n\nAfter doing so, Rurik will bless them, along with his deepest condolences."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "Mik't wanders off to a corner to sit alone with his thoughts while the others go about coping in their own ways.\n\nThe burial process goes fairly quickly as the ground the Myconids had been occupying has been broken down into rich soft dirt by their breaking down of the stone for nutrients. There is enough soft dirt and space to bury al the men fairly quickly. No more than 2 hours passes and the bodies are all buried.\n\n(300 XP each PC for this encounter)"
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos Savant \n\nAemos decides to break the stillness.\n\n \"Perhaps...perhaps we should get going soon.\" "
},
{
"author": "iamkoolerthanu",
"message": "Mikt' attempts to grapple Silv', but realizes that it is of no use, the commander is too damaged to heal. He flinches slightly at the sound of Aemos's staff entering the man's body, and his muscles relax, allowing Silv' to walk away. He then sits by himself, watching the others bury the men, deep in thought. After w little while, he will help them with the burials, and then sit down again, too shaken to speak."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " I'm with the mage. We should be going soon. \n\nSilv, making sure he has everything, begins to inspect the way out as they were travelling before all of this happened."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos Savant \n\nEver the pragmatist, Aemos searches around the bloody camp area for anything useful.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Aemos will look around for anything useful that they could carry, such as crossbow bolts, gold, supplies, rope, etc.\n\nShould I make a spot/search roll?\n "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As Silv investigates the exit to the cavern he finds a comfortable, winding tunnel, rising slowly and easy to traverse. There are several smaller passages leading off to the left or right at odd intervals, but only the main tunnel has a gentle breeze flowing through it.\n\nAemos finds several small belt pouches, with a total of 2 gold, 4 silver, and 30copper pieces. He also finds the soldiers weapons. Simple longswords and small crossbows as well as about 6 daggers. The commander has studded leather armor and a finely worked belt of black leather with red embroidery. The scabbard for his longsword is plain though the blade itself is incredibly detailed and exceptionally balanced. In the packs you find common traveling items and in the Commanders pack you find a small journal with a painted picture of his wife and son inside the front cover."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Once the \"dust has settled\", Silv motions for the group to pay attention.\n\n *Here is where we must go. It seems the way out is easy enough, though we could explore more fully if we were so inclined. I'll leave that decision up to the mage* \n\nHe then looks at Aemos and tries, somewhat successfully, to crack his trademark grin."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos Savant \n\nAemos, noting the Command'ers personal belt, journal, and picture, gently places these items in his pack, as well as a fine dagger from the deceased soldiers.\n\n This loyal servant deserves at least a burial in Imperial grounds... \n\nHe turns when he hears Silv's voice.\n\n \"Hmm...I am unsure. On one hand, if we stay in these caves for a while longer, we may convince other Imperial agents that we are dead. On the other hand, we may need to press forward to the Dead Wall as soon as possible.\" "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": "(Bumpity bump bump\n\nWhere is everyone? ☹️ )"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nI'm still here but these servers make it a pain to do anything. Every thread I am a part of has completely broken down to almost nothingness because of the constant refusal of the GitP servers to cooperate.\n "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "(OOC: Not sure, but I am checking regularly...interested in how my first game to make such a huge unintended misunderstanding turns out, but yeah, server's been a bit shaky at times)"
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The party stands, gathered together in silence near the exit. Silv explains the layout of the tunnel a short ways in as far as he has explored. The temperature and the gentle breeze flowing through the tunnel lead him to believe the direct way out leads to the surface, the off shooting tunnels will lead deeper beneath the surface.\n\nThe only thing left to do is decide...onward to the wall, back to Perax or Lundan, or delve deeper into the unknown depths beneath the mountains shadow."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Well mage, I can take you where you want to go. Just let me know which way that is. \n\nSilv then patiently waits for an answer, the emotions left over from the dreadful business gone from his face."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Face ashen from the tragedy, Rurik says,\n \nWell then. Onwards. We must honor the life of the captain by doing what he wanted us to do: go to this wall. "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos Savant \n \"Very well, then.\n\nMikt? Anything to say?\" "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "MIK'T\n\nMik't shakes his head, shrugging hius pack higher up over his shoulder, his eyes quickly darting back over the cavern behind them and returning to meet the others coming to stop on Silv. \"I am ready to leave this behind now. I will follow with you.\""
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Well I'm glad everyone has some sense. I don't want to get to this wall any faster than I have to, but staying here would definitely be an error in judgment, I think.\n\nFollow behind, as before. \n\nSilv then leads off, more alert now than ever."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As Silv leads the way out of the tunnel, the ground begins to slope more and more upward. The numerous side tunnels lead down deeper into the depths beneath the mountain. An occasional growl or distant sound drifts up from the dark tunnels, though nothing appears nearby and the tunnel is actually a pleasant walk. After walking several hours Silv makes a turn in the tunnel and is hit by the intense bright light of the sun shining outside filtering through a fissure ahead. The tunnel opens into a 10 by 10 cave just before the exit. As you approach the exit, you can see before you a wide stretch of gently rolling hills leading down to a flat plain. A small city lays in the distance, butted up against the ocean. You can see from your elevation, numerous ships sailing in and out of the citys' port. The distance is too great to determine flags and nationalities of the ships."
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Rurik squints his already nonexistent eyes as the sun hits him. He looks back into the tunnel and gives another bow of reverence and looks toward the new sight.\n\n What might tha city be, Silv? First time visiting a port city for me. "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos Savant \n\nThe wizard looks quite relieved at the sight of civilization at last.\n\n \"Ah, a city, and with it, civilization. A pity, then, that I do not quite know where we are, aside from that we are obviously beyond the mountains.\" "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "As you all stand in the caves entrance soaking in the warmth of the day your eyes slowly adjust to the light. Aemos runs through his mental catalogue and comes to the conclusion that this must be the northernmost city of the Kingdom of Desselmeer, though the name of the city seems to be beyond his ability to recall. The sun appears to be sinking slowly. The shadows of the mountains stretch out slowly covering the land reaching onward for the ocean. The stretch of ground between you and the city looks safe enough and the rising moon looks to be full and bright."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Time to go. Even if this isn't the port we wanted we will soon find out. \n\nSilv heads off to civilization, and hopefully some fine ale."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos Savant \n \"Let us try to remember not to broadcast our Lundan ties in this city, shall we?\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Silv looks over at Aemos as they're walking, and coyly responds.\n\n You're the only one that would have that issue, mage. "
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos Savant \n\nThe mage answers coyly back, \"Very well, then, just try not to get too drunk here.\" "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The journey to the city passes uneventfully. After the time spent in the caverns, the walk to the city is actually quite pleasant. The sun sets when you are about halfway to the city, leaving a warm clear night, brightly lit by the full moon. You approach the gates, two guards in studded leathers and leaning on halberds halt your group.\n\n\"State your buisiness in Solemn this evening? How long will you be staying?\"\n\nThe guards seem cordial and slightly bored. Quickly looking over all of you the other guard resumes scanning the road, while the first awaits your answers."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Just passing through. Staying a day, two at the most. "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": "Rurik gives a nod and stares off to the side, still deep in thought."
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "The guard nods and waves you through.\n\n\"Enjoy your stay and avoid the docks during the dark hours. If you follow the main road into the city center, there are several Inns available for travelers there.\"\n\nHe then stands aside and resumes scanning the road."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " I'm going to head to an inn. Been a long road and I need to rest, let alone get a drink. I think we are where we need to be, so hopefully we can find a boat heading across. "
},
{
"author": "Xilehxt",
"message": " A drink be nice after all that. \n\nRurik follows whomever to a inn."
},
{
"author": "13_CBS",
"message": " Aemos Savant \n\nAemos gives a quick nod. \"Very well, then, enjoy yourselves with your drinks. I, on the other hand, shall be off to the local library to read up on what I can of the Dead Wall.\" "
},
{
"author": "blkhawk26281",
"message": "You all find the town center following the guards directions. The only inn open at this time is the largest of the four surrounding the town center. The open inn is three stories tall, it appears that each window has shutters and blinds as well as interior shutters. The ground floor windows are large and filled with the sights and sounds of a large gathering of people, drinking and merry-making. A Bard sits on a stool in the corner playing requested tales and songs, the gaily painted sign hanging over the double door entrance shows an oviously drunken gnome lifting a wenches skirt with some sort of mechanical contraption, below the picture the name is written out \"The Drunken Gnomes Delight\".\n\nAs you move into the inn, you find all the men and women to be friendly, most are quite enebriated and having fun. The serving wenchs are flirting and serving swiftly moving through the crowd ensuring no drink goes unfilled. The bar is tended by a pair of human males, well dressed and well groomed, about 28 years old, they look to be twins. They move efficiantly from guest to guest, serving drinks and conversing politely, their smiles never wavering. Several armed men stand around the great room along with a couple of Half-Orcs, watching the crowd, guarding against any mischief or excessively rowdy patrons.\n\nAemos finds the libray and is informed by the guards that it will reopen in the morning. It's closed each night for reshelving borrowed or misplaced books, the owner and curator of the library is quite anal about his books being in their proper place and in good order.\n\n(feel free to role play amogst yourselves until I resolve this medical issue, once again sorry for the break in the game, but if I could post more I would. Thanks for the well wishes also!)"
}
] |
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{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 20: BlackMoon vs. Lumi \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\nAnd\n 600 GP for first \n 300 GP for second \n All combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Time to get this over with.\n\n init - (1d20-5)[ 5 ] "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "OK I will buy another invisibility scroll (sheet is not updated but the only difference would be the extra gold as I spent one scroll last match)\n\n initiative - (1d20+4)[ 14 ] "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "Lumi 1st to act - round 1\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n Lumi will start at B10 with nothing on his hands and attempts to cast invisibility\n\n CL - (1d20+1)[ 20 ] VS DC 8\n \n\n\n\nNot done yet and I will add stats on the next round"
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Lumi moves to F6\n\nJust to remember Lumi is invisible \n \n\n\n\nSorry for the delay, your turn\n\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n F6\n Location: \n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 14, Touch 14, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: invisibility 1/10\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 5x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n listen - (1d20+1)[ 10 ] \n spot - (1d20+1)[ 20 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " BlackMoon - round 1\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nStart in Y10 with tower shield and scroll in hand.\nStandard: Cast protection from evil from scroll.\nMove: Move to U10\n \n\n\n\nEnd turn.\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 11\nAC: 20 (22 vs Evil)\nCurrent Buffs: Prot. from Evil 1/10\nCurrent Location: U10\n "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": " Lumi 1st to act - round 2 \n\nAssuming no LoS\n\n \n Spoiler \n Lumi double moves silently to Q3\n MS - (1d20+3)[ 22 ] \n MS - (1d20+3)[ 8 ] \n\nJust to remember Lumi is invisible \n \n\n\n\nYour turn\n\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n F6\n Location: \n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 14, Touch 14, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: invisibility 2/10\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 5x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 10 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 14 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Lumi\n \n Spoiler \nYou see Blackmoon in U10.\n \n\n\nBlackmoon\n \n Spoiler \nNo LoS\n \n\n\nBlackmoon is up."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " BlackMoon - round 1\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI just noticed I failed to pick my spells on my first turn. Good thing they don't change much.\n\nMove: Move from U10 to S5.\nStandard: Ready an action to cast Summon Monster I upon hearing/seeing my opponent.\n\n reactive spot - (1d20+3)[ 7 ] \n reactive listen - (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \n \n\n\n\nProbably need another LoS check.\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 11\nAC: 20 (22 vs Evil)\nCurrent Buffs: Prot. from Evil 2/10\nCurrent Location: S5\nTurn Attempts Used: 0/6\n\n Spells \n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0- Guidance, Virtue, Guidance\nLevel 1 - Summon Monster I, Conjure Ice Beast I, Summon Monster I-D\nScolls Used: Protection from Evil\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "stimpius",
"message": " Initiate Ref Stimp \n\nBlackmoon\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n \n\n\nLumi\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou see Blackmoon trot up and stand in S5\n "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "Stimpius I actually had to go look for the definition of trot up in a online dictionary 😦\n Lumi 1st to act - round 3 \n \n Spoiler \n Lumi takes a 5 foot step to Q2 and activates his amber amulet of the vermin\n\nJust to remember Lumi is invisible \n \n\n\nA big bad centipede appears centered on U6 and attempts to bite blackmoon\n attack - (1d20+5)[ 15 ] \n damage - (2d6+4)[ 10 ] + poison DC 14 for dex damage - (1d6)[ 2 ] \n\nYour turn\n\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: Q2\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 14, Touch 14, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: invisibility 3/10\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 5x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n\n\n\n\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " BlackMoon - round 3\n\nBefore the centipede actually comes forth, my readied action happens by hearing the command word.\n\nA spider appears, though I don't know where. We'll need a ref to adjudicate.\nUs and our complications 😎\n\nThe centipede misses and I will take my turn once the spider results happen.\n\n\nReadied action goes off to cast SMI. Fiendish small spider.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI try to get it as close to Lumi as possible (Listen of 20 for command word) and it will attempt to get right up next to him and cast its web on Lumi. If it gets right next to him it will shriek, if not, it will remain pointed in his direction and remain silent.\n\nBlackMoon's actual turn depends on results.\n\nReadied action: Divine Powered Rapid Cast Summon Monster I, Spider.\n\n divine power - (1d20+3)[ 17 ] - Will dictate duration\n \n\n web touch attack - (1d20+4)[ 7 ] - if it connects Lumi is entangled. Adjust for range if necessary.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Spider Stats \n \n\n\n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 11\nAC: 20 (22 vs Evil)\nCurrent Buffs: Prot. from Evil 2/10\nCurrent Location: S5\nTurn Attempts Used: 0/6\n\n Spells \n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0- Guidance, Virtue, Guidance\nLevel 1 - Summon Monster I, Conjure Ice Beast I, Summon Monster I-D \nScolls Used: Protection from Evil\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nSorry this took so long to get to, but it seems that we have a first in the Arena. BlackMoon's Listen check beat the DC to hear Lumi speak the command word for his amulet of vermin by 20, so he hears Lumi in Q2. I will let him decide where the spider apears, since he heard Lumi so precisely.\n\nBronz, please remove the first spoiler to show the rolls for your actions to Morbius."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Spider appeared in P2.\n\nBlackmoon's actions:\nStandard: Conjure Ice Beast I(Wolf) at R2. It will attempt to grapple.\nMove: BlackMoon moves to Q6.\n\nIce Beast:\nFrost Aura: frost - (1d6)[ 2 ] - if 6pts spider takes 1\n touch attack - (1d20+5)[ 15 ] (+2 for flanking)\n concealment - (1d100)[ 57 ] 1-50 hits\n grapple check - (1d20+2)[ 21 ] \n \n Spoiler \n\nSpell is cast as a Divinely powered rapid spell.\n divine power - (1d20+6)[ 10 ] - duration depends on result\n \n\n\n\nShortened Stats!\n \n Spoiler \n\nIce Beast:\nAC: 16\nHP: 25\nFrost Aura\nTurn Attempts Used: 6/6\n "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "By your post you casted before you moved away from the centipede, so if this AoO hits you will need a concentration check or will need to redo your actions.\n\nAlso I am gessing that the wolfie missed due to concelament, right?\n\n\n AoO \n attack - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \n damage - (2d6+4)[ 13 ] + poison"
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "I doubt your AC is that low...\n\n Lumi 1st to act - round 4 \n \n Spoiler \n Lumi double moves silently to G4\n MS - (1d20+3)[ 12 ] \n\nJust to remember Lumi is invisible \n \n\n\nThe centipede moves to S5(and surrounding area) and attempts to bite blackmoon again\n attack - (1d20+5)[ 24 ] \n damage - (1d20+4)[ 18 ] + poison DC 14 for poison - (1d6)[ 4 ] \n\nYour turn\n\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: G4\n HP: 9/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 14, Touch 14, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: invisibility 4/10\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 5x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n\n\n\n\n \n[/QUOTE]"
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "I think I wil need to roll for damage again...\n\n damage - (2d6+4)[ 8 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Actually due to protection from evil effect on BlackMoon, the centipede hits a barrier and does nothing 😁\n\nTurn to come later."
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "😦... evil?\n\nI though summon nature ally summoned a neutral beast?"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Protection vs. evil protects against any non-good summoned creatures, which includes neutral.\n\nHonestly I'm surprised you didn't use it against me, though I have to admit it makes little difference in your case.\n\nOh, and your posting problems are server problems I'm willing to wager, and everyone is having those issues."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " BlackMoon - round 4\n\nThe spider and wolf go chasing off in whatever direction you moved in, if any.\n\n spoiler] \nAs Lumi cannot move farther than where the spider can reach, the spider will simply move or double move and then shriek and face his direction once he is right next to him. If he can attack (Lumi moved 30' or less) it will try and net him.\n\nAfter the spider moves, the ice beast will move after. If possible, it will charge Lumi, with a grapple attempt. Otherwise it will just get right up next to him (or simply move 50' and attempt to grapple)\n\n touch attack - (1d20+5)[ 25 ] (+2 from charge)\n concealment - (1d100)[ 2 ] 1-50 hits\n str check - (1d20+2)[ 17 ] \n unarmed dmg - (1d3+2)[ 5 ] non-lethal damage\n\n\nBlackMoon will move closer to Lumi, up to 30', and ready an action to cast command if he becomes visible.\n\n listen - (1d20+3)[ 5 ] \n\n\n[/spoiler]\n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 11\nAC: 20 (22 vs Evil)\nCurrent Buffs: Prot. from Evil 3/10 Conjured Ice Beast 2/3 Summon Monster 2/7\nCurrent Location: S5\nTurn Attempts Used: 6/6\n\n Spells \n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0- Guidance, Virtue, Guidance\nLevel 1 - Summon Monster I, Conjure Ice Beast I , Summon Monster I-D \nScolls Used: Protection from Evil\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "Do we need a ref to adjudicate this?\n\n\nPS:\n\n \n Originally Posted by Bronz \n Oh, and your posting problems are server problems I'm willing to wager, and everyone is having those issues. \n \n\nNot quite, I am just having trouble replacing my old Athlon +1800 XP for my brand new Core 2 Duo 2.2 Ghz, 2 Ghz RAM, 250 GB HD, and finally G force 7300 video card😁 .\n\nGoodbye Ragnarok, hello World of Warcraft😁\n\nAnd by problems I mean one of the memory sticks (is it stick?) was delivered defective to me ¬¬"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Tell you what,\nI'm just going to undo the spoilers. That is why there will be an edit. The results ended up being that my wolf probably succeeded on his grapple check and you need to roll escape artist."
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "Sigh... for the records I don't think you can charge an invisible creature, something about line of sight I think, but that was a hit anyway, but 1st...\n\nI think my pet gets an AoO against your wolf (he was the one at R2 right? If not it's against the spider, even better)\n\n attack - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \n attack - (2d6+4)[ 10 ] + poison\n\n(yay for reach and I was praying for a critical when I remembered he is immune oO)\n\n\nAs I don't think that will be enough to drop your wolfie so Lumi's\n str check - (1d20-1)[ 6 ] \n\n\nEDIT: Gah that was supposed to be a escape artist check :P. BTW are you sure your wolfie can grapple? at least my centipede was not allowed to by the refs."
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "Lumi was actually at G4, say where your little beasts are exactly so that I can finish my move ¬¬, oh and also roll for the opposite grapple check\n\n Lumi 1st to act - round 5 \n escape artist - (1d20+8)[ 11 ] \n\nnot done\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: G4\n HP: 4/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 14, Touch 14, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: invisibility 4/10\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 5x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n\n\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Ok.\n\nAlthough it doesn't matter now, your cent. used it's aoo against BlackMoon for that round (round 4). Also, wolfie can get to you in one move, so the charging point is moot (though technically he would be charging the square, but I digress). he ends up in the same spot regardless.\n\nBlackMoon: Ends up in M5. Forgot to cover up readied action 🫤\nSpider: Ends up in G3\nWolf: Ends up in H3. As a construct it obeys all commands. Your centipede doesn't understand common.\n\n grapple - (1d20+3)[ 6 ] \n\nEdit: Seems as though its all pointless anyway. You win the counter grapple."
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "Quick rewind:\n\nRound 3:\nBlackmoon cast a spell\nCenty gets an AoO(or tries to)\nwolfie tries to attack Lumi\n\nRound 4\nWolfie chases Lumi\ncenty gets another AoO against wolfie\n\n(I do have to say that at 1st I confused myself a little too and though centy had already used his AoO, but this is already a new round)\n\n Charge attack \n\n\"If you don’t have line of sight to the opponent at the start of your turn, you can’t charge that opponent. \"\n\n(Invisibility pretty much negates line of sight)\n\nAnd for wolfie grappling think I should agree with you, damn dark age magic robots.\n\n\nMove coming later."
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "I am not sure about the rules for huge creatures moving but I don't think centy can ignore blackmoon and move by his square right? So...\n\n\nLumi moves to\n \n Spoiler \nE9\n MS - (1d20+3)[ 13 ] \n \n\n\n And the centipede centipede moves to G5;\n\nYour turn."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Spider moves first, then Ice Beast. If you are taking an aoo, let me know and I'll do the rest of my turn based on that.\n\nI really dislike having to try and finish you fast, and then if I fail having no chance. 😡\n\nI do hate invisibility."
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "AoO against the spider\n\n attack - (1d20+5)[ 15 ] \n damage - (2d6+4)[ 10 ] "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "I think I just squished your spider😁\n\nAlso I think centy takes aura damage from the wolfie, or no? I will have to post centi stats now..."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " BlackMoon - round\n\nThe spider goes splat. The wolf ends up staying put. BlackMoon also stays put.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nReady an action to move 30' away from any spell casting.\n listen - (1d20+3)[ 13 ] \n \n\n\nEnd turn.\n\nEdit: Yes, the ice beast has the aura effect. You'll have to roll it in your post.\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 11\nAC: 20 (22 vs Evil)\nCurrent Buffs: Prot. from Evil 4/10 Conjured Ice Beast 3/3\nCurrent Location: M5\nTurn Attempts Used: 6/6\n\n Spells \n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0- Guidance, Virtue, Guidance\nLevel 1 - Summon Monster I, Conjure Ice Beast I , Summon Monster I-D \nScolls Used: Protection from Evil\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "I will actually roll 2d6 for cold damage as the wolf also started the previous turn close to the centipede\n cold dmg - (2d6)[ 12 ] \n Lumi 1st to act - round 6 \n \n Spoiler \n Lumi double moves to I17\n MS - (1d20+3)[ 11 ] \n \n\n\nCentipede will withdrawth to M3.\n\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: G4\n HP: 4/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 14, Touch 14, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: invisibility 4/10\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 5x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n\n\n \n\n\n\ncentipede\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 33\nspeed: 40ft (+climb)\nAC: 16\nSaves: Fort +6, Ref +4, Will +2\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " BlackMoon - round 6\n\nWolfie disappears. BlackMoon remains stationary\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nReady an action to move 30' away from any spell casting.\n \n\n listen - (1d20+3)[ 11 ] \n\n\nEnd turn.\n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 11\nAC: 20 (22 vs Evil)\nCurrent Buffs: Prot. from Evil 5/10\nCurrent Location: M5\nTurn Attempts Used: 6/6\n\n Spells \n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0- Guidance, Virtue, Guidance\nLevel 1 - Summon Monster I, Conjure Ice Beast I , Summon Monster I-D \nScolls Used: Protection from Evil\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "The walls cause a penalty to listen checks in this arena? You are entitled to one BTW\n\n Lumi 1st to act - round 6 \n \n Spoiler \n Lumi casts mage armor and moves to F14\n MS - (1d20+3)[ 22 ] \n\nA reminder to refs Lumi is invisible\n \n\n\nCentipede remains at M3.\n\nEDIT: Your turn\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: G4\n HP: 4/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 18, Touch 14, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: invisibility 6/10\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 4x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n\n\n \n\n\ncentipede\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 21/33\nspeed: 40ft (+climb)\nAC: 16\nSaves: Fort +6, Ref +4, Will +2\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Actually I made one. Want to self-ref and let me know if I heard anything?"
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "bronz\n \n Spoiler \nlisten turns up empty\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " BlackMoon - round 7\n\nBlackMoon still appears to remain stationary.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nReady an action to move 30' away from any spell casting.\n \n\n reactive listen - (1d20+3)[ 7 ] \n\n\nEnd turn.\n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 11\nAC: 20 (22 vs Evil)\nCurrent Buffs: Prot. from Evil 6/10\nCurrent Location: M5\nTurn Attempts Used: 6/6\n\n Spells \n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0- Guidance, Virtue, Guidance\nLevel 1 - Summon Monster I, Conjure Ice Beast I , Summon Monster I-D \nScolls Used: Protection from Evil\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": " Lumi 1st to act - round 8 \n \n Spoiler \n Lumi takes a 5 foot step to G13 and starts to cast sleep\n(if he listens to the spell he still needs a spellcraft check to know what it is)\n\nA reminder to refs Lumi is invisible\n \n\n\nCentipede remains at M3.\n\nYour turn\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: G13\n HP: 4/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 18, Touch 14, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: invisibility 3/10\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 4x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n\n\n \n\n\ncentipede\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 21/33\nspeed: 40ft (+climb)\nAC: 16\nSaves: Fort +6, Ref +4, Will +2\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Blackmoon\n \n Spoiler \nYou hear some spellcasting in the distance, probably off to the east or south, it's hard to tell.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " BlackMoon - round 7-8\n\nBlackMoon reacts to something and moves, moving to J1.\nMove: Move to D1\nStandard:\n \n Spoiler \n\nCast Guidance\n \n\n \n Spoiler \n\nReadied action went off.\n reactive listen - (1d20+3)[ 11 ] \n \n\n\n\n\n\nEnd turn.\n\n\n\nStats!\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 11\nAC: 20 (22 vs Evil)\nCurrent Buffs: Prot. from Evil 6/10\nCurrent Location: M5\nTurn Attempts Used: 6/6\n\n Spells \n \n Spoiler \n\nLevel 0- Guidance, Virtue, Guidance \nLevel 1 - Summon Monster I, Conjure Ice Beast I , Summon Monster I-D \nScolls Used: Protection from Evil\nCurrent Buffs: Guidance 1/10\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Just checking in."
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "I need to know where you moved to D1 or J1?"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Sorry. I'm in D1. The move to J1 was a readied action that was provoked (apparently you are casting a spell 😉 )\n\nHope that clarifies things."
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": " Lumi 1st to act - round 9 \n\n\n Lumi finishes casting sleep centered on D1 and if possible attemps to hide (not sure if that is possible after casting a spell)\n\n hide - (1d20+8)[ 21 ] \n\n\n\n\n\nCentipede moves to F3.\n\n\n\nNot done I need to know what happens to you :P\n\nEDIT: DC is 17.\n\nLumi Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: G13\n HP: 4/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 18, Touch 14, Flat-footed 10\n Saves: Fortitude +0, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: -1 Longspear (1D8-1), +4 alchemist fire\n Held: , 2x invisibility scroll , 4x alchemist fire\n Effects: invisibility 3/10\n Spells: 5x 0-level , 4x 1st-level, 0x 2nd level\nReactive rolls:\n\n\n \n\n\ncentipede\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 21/33\nspeed: 40ft (+climb)\nAC: 16\nSaves: Fort +6, Ref +4, Will +2\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "This is what I was waiting for. Since I couldn't kill you while you were invisible this was inevitable.\n\n will save - (1d20+7)[ 13 ] - At least I get to use my guidance.\n\nOh and for the record. I do really hate invisibility. Not as much as I'm going to hate flying if we get that far, though.\n\n*crosses fingers*\n\nOh, and sniping is for a ranged attack, not sure if it involves spell casting or not.\n-20 Penalty for sniping."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "And that's game. Good matches (all three of them)"
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "Are you forfeiting? Oh man.. I was hopping to put the manacles on you burn all your equip and then throw you in the lava ¬¬, but I guess I can live with that too.\n\nAnd yeah, good game... bye, bye centy, snif\n\nHello new overpowered magic item from MIC 😎"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Yeah, this matches end was inevitable once you escaped the spider/ice beast thing. I had nowhere near the resources for this match since the last match took it all out of me.\n\nNot to mention I really don't like BlackMoon, so I'm not too unhappy about the result.\n\nNote: I still played to the best of my ability. It was a well earned win."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " Lumi is declared the winner and collects both the match and round prizes. He's also now offically the first person waiting for the next level 2 round. Hope your the patient type. "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Bigmac \n Lumi is declared the winner and collects both the match and round prizes. He's also now offically the first person waiting for the next level 2 round. Hope your the patient type. \n \n\nWell, for now I have MiTS, Grock and Morbius (but I am almost recreating him :P)"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "No worries too. As soon as Shirmish's match is done he will join you, and if Mav pulls off a win somehow (ha!) then he'll have another level 2 as well."
}
] |
[
{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 30: Tezx vs. Drago Irakwa \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 600 XP\n GP Award: 600 GP\n\n All combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Corsair420",
"message": "Rolling: (1d20+6)[ 8 ] "
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": "I wish the other refs would get in a habit of adding character sheet links to the OP.\n\nAnyway, good luck and may the best character win.\n\nInititive: (1d20-3)[ -1 ] \n\nI'm bringing my horse to this one, and I'm starting with my longspear instead of my usual morningstar and shield combo. Gonna need the speed to compensate for your ridiculous range.\n\nI should probably mention that I have a big purple tail with a stinger, right?\n\nFor Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nSoulmelds:\nRageclaws\nDissolving Spittle\nRiding Bracers\nWormtail Belt (Bound to my Totem Chakra and targeted by my Expanded Soulmeld Capacity Feat)\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Kyeudo\n \n Spoiler \n\nI don't see the riding bracers under your soulmelds on your character sheet. Did you forget to add that when you leveled him up?\n "
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": "To Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe list on my sheet is just for my quick reference on my part. All Incarnum classes have access to all the soulmelds on the their class list at all times. If you want I can add it to the list of those that I've used so far.\n\nIf you go back a few matches, you'll see I used the riding bracers before, in the match where I bought my horse.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "for Kyeudo\n \n Spoiler \n\nThat's what I get for not having magic of incarnium.\n \n\n\nTezx is up. Nothing to see here. Move along. No incompetent refs with stupid nagging questions around here. None whatsoever."
},
{
"author": "Corsair420",
"message": "i'll start off by firing 1 of my 5 sleep arrows to try and negate your horses movement speed\nAttack: (1d20+11)[ 16 ] (+1 from sleep arrow)\nDamage: (1d6)[ 3 ] \n\nIf it hits, make a DC11 will save\n\n\nEdit: drat I missed, your move"
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": "Oddly, you didn't. I'm still flat footed right now and I'm not using my shield, so my AC is 14.\n\nI'll roll this, then post my actions if I'm still awake.\nWill Save: (1d20+2)[ 15 ] "
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " Drago \n\nLooks like I made that. 😁\n\nFirst, I'll use a swift action to allocate my Essentia to my soulmelds, then I'll have the horse double move to L2-N3. Your turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 17/17 (3 nonlethal damage)\nAC: 23 (+3 Dex, +4 Armor, +5 Natural Armor)\n\n Essentia Allocation \nRageclaws: 1\nDissolving Spittle: 0\nRiding Bracers: 1\nWormtail Belt: 3\n "
},
{
"author": "Corsair420",
"message": "i'll try once more with a 2nd sleep arrow\n\nAttack: (1d20+11)[ 14 ] \nDmg: (1d6)[ 3 ] \n\nand the will save if i hit\n\n\nedit: damn not this time, now it starts to suck"
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " Drago \n\nWhy don't you move on your turns? And which square are you in?\n\nThe horse will double move to B8-C9 if you are in A10 or B10 or to B9-C10 if you are in A11 or B11, then I will attack with my stinger.\n\nStinger: (1d20+8)[ 22 ] \nDamage: (1d6+3)[ 6 ] \nIf that hits, you need to make a DC 16 Fort save or take (1d4)[ 2 ] Strength damage from poison.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 17/17 (3 nonlethal damage)\nAC: 23 (+3 Dex, +4 Armor, +5 Natural Armor)\n\n Essentia Allocation \nRageclaws: 1\nDissolving Spittle: 0\nRiding Bracers: 1\nWormtail Belt: 3\n "
},
{
"author": "Corsair420",
"message": "I always start as far back as i can so i'm in A10 so i take some dmg\n\nFort save: (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \n\nsince I don't use my str for anything i'ma just roll my attack and dmg again\n\ni'll take a 5 foot step to A12, then i'm gonna use a 3rd sleep arrow\n\nAttack: (1d20+12)[ 20 ] (+1 sleep arrow, +1 PBS)\nDmg: (1d6)[ 1 ] (+1 PBS)\n\nand dc11 save if i hit\n\nEdit: I missed again, and I noticed that your ac should be 22 not 23, 10+3+4+5 = 22\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 11/17, AC: 19, Sleep arrows x2\n "
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " Drago \n\nYou realy shouldn't be reading my stat block. Its information for the refs convienience, but I'll let it slide. Thanks for pointing out the whole in my math anyway.\n\nI'll assume you meant to 5 foot step to A11 instead of A12, since A12 is 10 feet away from A10. That leaves you still within my longspear's reach, so I'm going to take my AoO.\n\nAttack: (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \nDamage: [roll]1d8+4[roll]\n\nThen, I will have the horse 5 foot step to B9-C10, and full attack.\n\nSting: (1d20+8)[ 22 ] \nDamage: [roll]1d6+3[roll]\nPosion: [roll]1d4[roll] Strength, DC 16 to negate.\n\nHoof: (1d20+4)[ 8 ] \nDamage: [roll]1d4+3[roll]\nHoof: (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \nDamage: [roll]1d4+3[roll]\nBite: (1d20-1)[ 5 ] \nDamage: [roll]1d3+1[roll]\n\nRemember, you take a Strength penalty on all damage rolls with a longbow.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 17/17 (3 nonlethal damage)\nAC: 22 (+3 Dex, +4 Armor, +5 Natural Armor)\n\n Essentia Allocation \nRageclaws: 1\nDissolving Spittle: 0\nRiding Bracers: 1\nWormtail Belt: 3\n "
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": "Looks like I goofed the damage tags. The horse's attacks didn't hit, so I won't reroll them.\n\nLongspear Damage: (1d8+4)[ 11 ] \n\nSting Damage: (1d6+3)[ 7 ] \nPosion: (1d4)[ 3 ] Strength, DC 16 to negate."
},
{
"author": "Corsair420",
"message": "that puts me at -3 so you win"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " Drago Irakwa is declared the winner and collects 600gp and 600xp "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Alrighty, getting this up while I have the motivation, heh. No need to respond right away. I'm just getting this up now. Respond when you all are ready.))\n\nSmoke rises from burnt houses and drifts through the air. The sky above is a chaos of a solid mass of black clouds. Signs of battle are everywhere. Dead bodies, mainly of townspeople, litter the streets of this small town. Here and there there are dead orcs, goblins and humans. Some of the humans look very odd and carried very...different weaponry. Their cloaks or robes have a strang insignia on them, one that isn't in the least bit familiar to anyone. The insignia has a tower on it, which is in front of a black lightning bolt. A snake wraps itself around the tower. In the middle of the tower is a six pointed shape, with a dot in the middle of it. Lines from each of the six outer points swirl inward to meet the one point in the middle. The resulting effect makes it appear is if there is a vortex on the tower.\n\nTown criers runs through the streets.\n\n\"Town meeting! Town meeting! Everyone meet at the Inn! The mayor wishes to speak with everyone in town! Town meeting!\""
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nWalker listens carefully as the crier makes his way. He ha no problem hearing him from way out here on the outskirts of the town. Keeping a careful look-out, Walker makes his way to a body and inspects it farther. He will take whatever he finds as well as a cloak that is intact, securing it in his pack. After that he will make his way toward the inn, but stays to the shadows as much as possible."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "Cann of the Mist crested the last hill between him and the small town he had been sent to. A sight of devastation reached his eyes. He had been smelling smoke for miles, but had not realized the devastation that awaited him. He looked around him, taking in the green grass, trees, and occasional small animal.\n\nAlthough this land carried it's fair share of scars from the sunless age, it was much fairer than the Arcanix homelands he had journeyed from. Was it so bad to want the sun to shine again, he thought? Of course it wasn't. But Solarion soldiers killed as many Arcanix as the nightlovers. With their 'requisitions' of supplies, denouncements of Arcanix as evil tools of the Nocturne, peasant conscripts getting out of control and killing and raping. The Solarion were as much to blame for the war as the Nocturne.\n\nWith an angry grunt, he set himself in the saddle, and urged Cloudfoot on. The steady Clop, Clop of the horse's hooves returned, and they headed down the hill towards the destroyed town. Leaning down from the saddle, Cann plucked an insignia from one of the human corpses. Shaking his head at the waste of life, he followed the shouts of the town criers toward the Inn, one of the few buildings left standing in the town."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nA young halfling woman maneuvers a white pony around the corpses with obvious distaste. \"This isn't very pretty, now, is it, Dorje?\" she says conversationally to her mount as she follows the general flow of people towards the Inn. She ties Dorje to a nearby stationary object, gives the pony a pat, and weaves around the knees of taller folk to get into the building and see what's going on - climbing onto a table if this makes it easier to see than her not-quite-three-feet of height can."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Gonna back track you a wee bit there, Alicorn))\n\nThere is a large gathering of people in front of the Inn. Bits of conversation can be heard all around from different people.\n\n\"What happened?\"\n\n\"Who were those people?\"\n\n\"A group from Nocturne?\"\n\nAt the entrance to the Inn, there is a bald, overweight man, his equally robust wife who is in tears, an a willowy, elderly man dressed in some fine looking robes. From here, you can see a squat, stone tower that's located behind the inn."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann \n\nRiding through the burnt town, Cann sees widespread devastation, the kind so common in Arcanix, his homeland. It saddens him that even here, in the supposedly safe realm of Solarion that so many people of the Arcanix have fled to, there is suffering and death.\n\nComing at last to the Inn, Cann dismounts, stroking Cloudfoot's nose, telling her to wait here, and not to worry, that he'll tell her everything later. Heading through the crowd towards the front, his armour, weapons, and upright stance marking him as a person of power. As he passes, tears dry, and people feel hope."
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": "A young priest rides into town, his mace held up, the head glowing softly. His full plate armor has the symbol of Pelor blazoned across the front, and it also is displayed prominently on his shield and holy symbol. An open faced helm sits on his head, and a handsome face can be seen. His skin is pigmented, letting the world know he hails from Solarion. He quietly moves towards the inn where the town meeting was urgently being called."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nWalker remains at the edges of the crowd. His brown and green cloak hood pulled over his head. He stays to the shadows of the buildings, and listen from there."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I pmed the last two in the group, but haven't heard back from them yet. Hoping to soon))"
},
{
"author": "Geneticist",
"message": " Lupo \nLupo wandered around the outskirts of the town, sniffing at dead bodies and wondering why he felt so much that something special was going on there."
},
{
"author": "ninja_penguin",
"message": " Rictor Belanus\n\n Rictor circles in among the crowd consolidating around the tavern, looking to find the source of the summons by the mayor."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The elderly man in the fancy robes gently touches the innkeeper on the shoulder. The innkeeper pats his wife on the shoulder and then approaches the crowd.\n\n\"Thank you all for coming here. I know you all have questions, but we know about as much as you. We don't know what group was behind this attack, or why, but Bartleby here is looking into the insignia found on the cloaks.\n\n\"Our twin daughters were taken as the group retreated from town.\"\n\nAn anguished sob escapes the man's wife at this point.\n\n\"We don't know what the plan is for them, whether they are alive or dead, but the remaining people in the group were seen heading north. Bartleby is looking into where they are headed now, as well. We...we are looking for a group of people to bring our daughters back to us. Please. They are the shining jewels of our lives. Bartleby here will meet those who are interested in helping inside in a little bit and fill them in on what is expected. I'm begging you all, please help us.\"\n\nWith that, the innkeepers shoulders slump and he takes his wife and they go into the inn."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nStepping forward from the crowd, sky-blue cloak swirling around him, Cann smiles at the elderly couple, his mere presence lifting some of the weight of despair hanging like a pall over them.\n\n\" Don't worry, good sir. I will bring your daughters back, and \" Cann's eyes swirl for a second, holy fury filling them with fire \" bring their captors to justice. \""
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": "Waha steps forward and says, \"I'll help if I can. May I see the cloaks of the attackers?\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The old man speaks up.\n\n\"Come inside if you are interested in helping. You can have a look at some of the dead raiders and the clothes they were wearing.\""
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nIf there is an open window Walker will slide through into the inn. Otherwise he will quietly slide through the crowd and into the inn.\n\nHe will take up a position in a corner, his brown and green cloak still pulled over his head."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "There is indeed an open window."
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": "Waha enters and starts to examine any evidence."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nHe will use the window quickly and quietly then. As before he will take up a position in a corner, or away from the others. Then waits for the details."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The insignia was described in my first post, so I'm not going to re-describe it, hehe.\n\nThere are an assortment of humans and goblin-kin, and upon closer inspection, some of the humans are vampires. Among all of the dead, there is one very odd looking person. It seems to be a human with deeply tanned skin. He appears to be wearing scaly, black plate armor, but upon closer inspection, it is natural armor, the person's actual skin. He was wielding a very odd looking sword in battle, as well.\n\n\"Ah yes, that one,\" chimes in the older man. \"He is some sort of shape shifter. He has a snake tatooed on the back of his neck. I've made a study of all sorts of cultures and civilizations, even some beyond the mountain ranges of Aleria, but I have never seen this type of person before.\""
},
{
"author": "Geneticist",
"message": "Lupo is going to hide by the window and observe as best he can. He thinks \"Better to not pop up as a wolf when everyone's nerves are so tense already\"."
},
{
"author": "ninja_penguin",
"message": " Rictor Belanus\n\n Rictor edges up to the crowd along the corpses, with only minor interest until he spots the corpses of the vampires and the shapeshifter. \"How fascinating.\" he mutters. "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann walks into the Inn, and takes a look at the raiders. Inspecting the dead vampires closely, he attempts to determine if these were the weaker spawn sometimes commanded by clerics of evil, or the stronger 'true vampires'."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Cann, as you get closer to one of the \"dead\" vampires, its eyes shoot open and he rises, grabbing you by the neck. The other vampires also get up and look around the room, grinning maliciously although not attacking.\n\n((Opposed grapple check for Cann))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nAs Walker suspected, it was all an act to be brought into the city. Walker draws his longsword, and waits."
},
{
"author": "Geneticist",
"message": "Lupo shuts his eyes and strains, visualizing himself as more man than human.\n (1d20+12)[ 21 ] for Control Shape "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nLooking down the length of an arm at the undead that has grasped him, Cann smiles, a kindly smile that encompasses all the compassion in the world. Without changing his expression, his eyes flare with golden light, and the expression on his face, without changing, becomes as terrible as it is beautiful.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAutomatic Touch Attack Success.\nLay on Hands for 30 points of positive energy damage.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Not opposing the grapple, Cann? You are good to go for human shape, Lupo))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((No, i'm just looking down at the creature and roasting it in it's own undead juices ala Muffy the Vampire Baker. Rules explainadge in spoiler))\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nBasically.\n\nIf you are in a grapple, you automatically succeed on any touch attacks you need to make. I am using lay on hands (the paladin ability) to channel positive energy via a touch attack to harm undead. Since this undead has kindly provided me with an automatic touch attack success, I see no need to struggle against it. Basically, if it survives the 30 points of damage that go right past any energy resistances or damage reduction, it automatically pins me.\nThis is from wizards, and is what I am basing this 'goes right past DR' thing from \"Deal Non-Weapon Damage: Damage reduction protects the creature from weapons damage and natural attacks, not from spells or energy damage.\" Link. \n\nOh, in case you didn't see it, there's another 'spoiler' thing in my last post.\n\nIn non-rules-terms, it grabs me, I look at like I do up in my post, and providing the damage kills it, it screams and burns with holy fire and turns into dust. Without me even moving. It literally touches me and dies for it.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((The vampire hisses loudly and whimpers but backs off, looking at his blistering hands. He then slouches, holding his chest.\n\n\"You would all do best to leave us to our plans, you cursed meatbags,\" he says with a pained voice. Then all of the vampires turn into wolves and lope out of the house, heading north at incredible speed."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nWalker just smiles to himself, and allows the pathetic things to leave."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann laughs at the vampire's foolish threats. He feels alive, his blood fired, ready for anything. It looks like things have gotten interesting."
},
{
"author": "Geneticist",
"message": "Lupo walks into the building, pointing after the escaping vampires. \"shouldn't someone go after them?\" he asks \"they'll probably head straight for the other members of their group. No better way to hunt down the hostages than that. If some others want to go, I'm a hunter, I should be able to follow them.\" "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nSliding his sword back into it's place Walker contemplates answering and decides not to."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The elderly man clears his throat.\n\n\"Actually, I've sent an unseen servant out to locate where they are hiding out. I expect it back soon. In the mean time, does anyone have any questions? About what needs to be done or the...erm...rewards afterwards? We're willing to pay for services rendered.\""
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann walks up to the man who proclaimed himself a hunter. \" I have already said that I would find those taken. I would be honoured if you would assist me. \" Looking back at the elderly man, Cann draws a deep breath and looks him right in the eyes. \" I will accept no payment for doing what must be done. But you speak of an unseen servant. Are you a mage? Do you have anything that could aid us against these undead? \""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The man smiles.\n\n\"I am indeed a mage. I set up residence here many years ago looking for some peace and quiet, while bringing knowledge to those less learned than I. As far as help against the undead, there's not a whole lot I can do to aid you. My powers tend toward Divination and a little Evocation. I must stay here in case of another attack.\""
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nWalker simply listens to the conversation, as he returns to he spot on the wall."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\n\" You speak of Divination? Then perhaps you can tell us the numbers and composition of the forces ranged against us? \" Cann waits for an answer for a few seconds, but then suddenly turns and looks out the inn door at the townsfolk. \" Even if you are a mage, you should not try and protect the town alone. Arm the townsfolk, and place a watch upon the rooftops at the edge of town. Have you alerted the Solarion High Command? \" The mage looks a bit non-plussed at the authoritative tone of Cann, and takes a second or two to answer."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Rejakor, don't worry about how others may respond to your tone or actions, just focus on yourself, hehe))\n\nThe mage clears his throat.\n\n\"We haven't had the proper time to alert Solarion, although it is doubtful whether they would get here in time to do any good, which is why we are calling for help.\"\n\nThe mage closes his eyes and turns to his right and nods. There is a feeling that there is a presence there, although nothing can be seen.\n\n\"The girls have been taken to a run-down manor about a half-days ride North of here.\"\n\nThe fat innkeeper speaks up.\n\n\"That is my family's manor. It passed to me when my father died, but it hasn't been used in many, many years. Why would they take my daughters there?\""
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": "OOC: Well Waha would have spent a turning on them.\n\nWaha starts at the motion of the dead beings and stares after they've gone. \"I don't speak for Solarion, but I am more than willing to assist. I go after them.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((So we have two people going so far. How bout the rest of ya?))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(You know Walker is going whether he says so or not, but...)\n\nWalker quietly says, \" Whenever you abandon a building it will more than likely become a nest for something. I will aid these two in their quest to save your daughters. Is there any secrets we should know of before going into the manor? You know, traps, secret rooms, and such? \""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The innkeeper furrows his brow as he thinks.\n\n\"I used to sneak in there with friends as a child. We never stayed around long because we were so spooked. We tried to see who could stay in the longest before getting scared. I don't recall anything secretive when I went in, no.\""
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "(Ok, the forum has eaten my post twice now. Am getting slightly pissed.)\n\n Cann of the Mist \n\n\" Spooked? Did the manor have a reputation for being haunted? More often than not, in our dark times, such a reputation is well-earned. \" Cann gets a thoughtful look in his eyes. \" How did the manor fall into ruin? The way those vampires acted makes me think they have a master, and it is my guess that it lurks in the manor. \" Suddenly, Cann grins. It is not a pleasant grin, despite his obvious light humour. \" I came here to deliver a message. If I didn't know my own destiny so well, i'd find it astonishing that I could come across this. \"To bring light to a dark world\" indeed, father. Damn you. \" A ghost of some power flashes across Cann's face, something cruel and beautiful in the same moment. Turning to face the man in the green cloak waiting quietly in the corner, Cann smiles.\n\n\" You've been very quiet. Will you join us on our, dare I say it, quest? \" The hint of wry mockery in Cann's eyes is completely at odds with his expression, yet undeniably there."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nThe cloak hood still low on his face the figure responds, \" As I said, I will help you save the girls. You are correct in the statement that there is a master. That many Vampires rarely work together. They will be traveling fast though and they now know of our numbers. If allowed time they will be able to prepare for our coming. \" The cloaked strangers voice is calm and steady."
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": " Waha \n \"Then let us proceed now, rather than give them more time to prepare.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\n\" Well then, anyone who wants to join us, come with me. \" Cann strides out of the inn, filling his lungs with the fresh night air after the corpse smell pervading the interior of the inn. \" Good townsfolk! We are leaving now to chase down those who did this. Stay in your homes and follow the directions of the mage. \" Walking through the crowd, Cann reaches Cloudfoot, who leans down and gives him a knowing look. \" Oh, quiet, you \" says Cann affectionately. \" I'll fill you in as we ride. Hopefully this won't be like last time. \""
},
{
"author": "Geneticist",
"message": " \"I'll be there, waiting for you all\" , Lupo says, and runs into the night. Once around a corner and reasonably sure that no one's looking at him, he'll shift back into wolf form, then take off at a hustle for the manor."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\n \"Oh this could be fun!\" Walker follows his unknown companion for a second , My friend are you looking for a race? I would be happy to accept. "
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((The subscription was apparently fudged. Persis has been there all along... uh... under a table.))\n\n Persis \n\nThe halfling watches the goings-on, rather wide-eyed. When it's mentioned that they will pay for services rendered, she waits for a break in the conversation and asks, \"How much per person for their safe return? I'll help.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The mage turns to the halfling.\n\n\"The group will be given 1,500 gold. You can split it up amongst yourselves however you wish.\""
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nRiding through the ruins of the town, Cann spots the man who claimed to be a hunter stepping around a corner with purpose. Peering at the man, he continues riding through the ruins, and reins up at the edge of town, waiting for anyone who has taken him up on his offer.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpot Check to Notice Lupo Shifting to Wolf Form.\n\n Spot Check - (1d20+11)[ 12 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Well, split up however many ways with people who've never met before that's not going to be very much at all,\" Persis pouts. \"Oh well, nothing else to do at the moment.\" She shrugs, leaves the building, unties Dorje, and follows everybody else at a brisk pace."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((So, we all followin the group now or what?))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\n(Well since my question hasn't been answered, I'll take it that I just missed him, soooo.....)\n\nWalker returns to the front of the building and starts to walk out, as the halfling begins to ride out, \" Oh, my apologizes, I am Walker, I suppose one of your new companions\" . (Walker offers a hand in greeting. It to is covered. Instead of a cloak hood it is covered with green and brown gloves.)"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann waits patiently on the edge of town, for any who have taken up his offer."
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": "OOC: Alright, seems everyone is on different pages. Can we all assume we meet somewhere out of town?"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker is walking with Persis. I'm not sure how fast her mount goes, but we should be there shortly.\n\nOOC: I think we should start a once a day posting rule. Anyone second that?"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((Oh, wait, he was talking to me? Totally went over my head, that. I don't like \"posting rules\". Gentle pokes to people who are lagging are fine.))\n\n Persis \n \"Persis Datra,\" says the halfling from atop her pony, shaking the extended hand energetically. \"Why are you called Walker? It seems like an odd thing for your parents to have called you, since no one starts walking immediately after having been born, which is when names are typically distributed. Did you make it up yourself?\" "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nWalker's head rises enough for Persis to see a slight smirk/smile at her line of questioning. \" It's the common translation of part of my name. I find it easier and quicker to use it than to supply my real name, and then wait for someone to figure out what they want to call me. It is a pleasure to make your aquantince. \" Walker keeps pace with the pony.\n\n(I kind of like the at least one a day rule, because it allows the GM to know you are watching the thread but have no action to take.)"
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": "Waha waits patiently for the group to assemble..."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Lets just say we are assembled!"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "(OOC: Sorry to mc-yoink your characters, but this is getting silly. For future reference, I have no trouble with people using me in their narratives, i.e. you can write that you come upon me at the edge of town, etc.)\n\n Cann of the Mist \n\nSitting on the edge of town, amidst the smoke from still-burning wreckage, with dark clouds scudding across the sky of endless night, Cann waited, unnaturally still. Cloudfoot waited too, seeming a ghost in the moonlight. A priest wearing heavy armour and the symbol of Pelor, the wandering god, comes riding up through the burnt and destroyed ruins. Cann smiles at him and nods. He thought that the priest might come with him - he had the feel of someone who hadn't felt the darkness that lurked in the corners of the world yet.\n\nA few minutes later, a halfling on a pony and the man in the cloak came around the corner, conversing easily. Cann frowned. He hadn't seen the halfling in the Inn. Focusing his perceptions on her, he let himself feel the paths of life, seeing them merge into one great road upon which all travelled from life to death, and then, shuddering slightly, drew back from that great path. He had his answer. The halfling was not an agent of evil. He thought about the road, again, wistfully. Every time he sent himself there it pulled a little harder, and eventually he would drift all the way down it to see what was at the end.\n\nBut that day was not today. \" Hail and well met, good fellows. \" Cann winks at the halfling and turns Cloudfoot, slowly starting off on the road to the Manor.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDetect Evil on the Halfling and Walker.\nIf either of you are evil, please PM me and i'll alter my post accordingly.\nbest wishes and holiday cheer!\n "
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Hail and whatnot to you too,\" says the halfling. \"I'm Persis and this is my pony Dorje. Oh, and this is Walker, except it's only sort of his real name, but that's what he says to call him. Who are you?\" "
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": " \"My name is Waha, servant of Pelor,\" he says, observing the group. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Yay for walking and talking. Now converse if you have things to say, dammit, hehe))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nWalker nods to Cann and Waha, \" Greetings, as mentioned, I am Walker, \" The hood of his cloak still shading most of his face, \" It looks as if we have quite an, interesting task ahead of us. \""
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann smiles at the halfling and inclines his head to her gravely. \" It is an honour to meet you, Persis, and you, Dorje. \" He nods his head to the pony and Cloudfoot whuffs. \" I am Cann of the Mist, Special Provost of Protector Fenix and the Arcanix. This is Cloudfoot. \" He gestures at Cloudfoot, who whuffs again. \" Walker and I have already... met. \" Cann doesn't speak again, but appears deep in thought."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nWalker motions down the trail, \" Shall we be on our way? \""
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": " OOC: Anyone else find this group oddly similiar to our last one? \n \"I do not believe we have much time, so yes, let's go.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Lol, yes, very much so))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "OOC: Yeap, sure does. Did we lose Ninja Penguin aka Rictor Belanus ? What about Lupo? If we lost them it is definitely familiar.\n\n Walker \n\nWalker waits for those on mounts to head out. He will jog along side of Persis."
},
{
"author": "Geneticist",
"message": "((nope, not lost, just up ahead of y'all.)) "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nRiding out ahead of the group, Cann doesn't say anything unless someone talks to him. He seems deep in thought."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((If not much is going on...))\n\nYou all enter some woods as you make your way north. The trees are bare and skinny, as if from a lack of nourishment (hmm, wonder why?). A little while later, you make it through the woods and the path leads up to a very run down looking manor. It would appear that there are two statues flanking either side of the staircase leading up to the front door. The windows are all boarded up, but you all notice that they've been boarded up for such a long time that some of the boards have come loose or just fallen off.\n\nLupo, during your investigation, you notice that every once in awhile you catch a flicker of movement through one of the windows. Aside from that, you can't make much out. You notice the rest of the group exiting the forest."
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": "Waha extinguishes his light spell as he enters the forest, no need to broadcast they're coming more than the armor does."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nWalker runs along by Persis through the woods. When the manor comes into view he will stop about 50 yards out, and scan the front of the building, and the woods on this side of it."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann waits, out the front of the manor, clearly in view, mounted on his white horse Cloudfoot and clearly challenging the inhabitants of the mansion to show themselves."
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": "Waha groans... He's one of those types... \"Hey, get out of sight.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I pmed Rictor but havent heard anything back, so I dunno what's going on there. Lupo should be around, I heard from him but *shrug*))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Lupo just posted up above - Geneticist. Geneticist, if you're doing stuff the party doesn't know about, tell the DM in PM's what you are doing and he can answer you.))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nWalker sees the actions of Cann and simply shakes his head. Walker moves quickly and quietly to the side of the manor looking for a way in. If Cann actulally challenges them up front Walker will try to enter the building quickly to prevent the slaughter of the girls.\n\nFor GM\n \n Spoiler \n Move to side of building: Silent - roll16 + 26 = 42, Hide 12 + 26 = 38. If Cann engages turn gaseous and slide into the house. Try to stay hidden and look for the girls (Hide 17 + 26 = 43). I won't be back on until tonight so if you make it passed those actions Cyrus you can run Walker as you see fit.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "All seems quiet around the house. You see no signs of movement. While all the windows are boarded up, the front door isn't. It is, however, flanked by two menacing looking statues."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nThe halfling squints at the house and obtains a sort of faraway expression.\n\n((Manifesting Clairvoyant Sense for 3 PP, placing the sensor inside the house, a bit away from the door, and looking around. She will keep this up until her four-minute duration is expired, or until something else to let people know what's going on inside happens that will render whatever she sees unuseful. She can see out to the range of her natural darkvision if it's just naturally dark inside, but if it's magically dark she can't see anything.))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nStaring at the house, Cann frowns, and concentrates his sense on the two statues flanking the doorway.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDetect Evil - You dropped enough hints about the statues, lol.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((What exactly does that let you do, Alicorn? Rejakor, make a spot check))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "(It lets me see as though I were standing at a fixed point inside the house, through a psionic sensor, able to turn around but not change location.)"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot Check - (1d20+11)[ 14 ] \n\nAlso, what does my detect evil detect (in spoiler up above)\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The statues are glowing a nice, healthy bright red. However, they appear to be nothing more that statues.\n\nPersis, you're standing in a foyer. There's a hallway to your left and to your right, and in front of you, a long, ornate staircase leading to a second floor."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "(Does the house look as though it has been recently occupied/inhabited? Dust on surfaces, footprints, level of disrepair, lock on door, doors in the hallways left ajar, any light coming from anywhere?)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "It does indeed look as if people have been living here. Footsteps can be seen in the dust. You see an old lady off to your right mutter as she goes into what appears to be a small closet. A few minutes later, it starts to glow."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann dismounts, turning to Cloudfoot and stroking her nose a few times, and then turning towards the mansion, taking a few steps forward and stopping, about 10 feet in front of the glowing statues. Behind him Cloudfoot gives him a concerned look, and then fades away, slowly disappearing."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nWaiting to see if Walker made it to the side, and what he sees."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((The side of the house?))\n\nWalker sees more boarded up windows. Some of the boards have rotted and you see broken windows. No signs of movement, though."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nWithout taking his eyes from the manor, Cann reaches down, baring a length of his longsword, and then drawing it the rest of the way with a discordant sound, the metal shrieking in light protest. Quickly and with little effort, Cann swings the sword out and around. With his other hand, he reaches behind him and his shield slides down onto his arm, as he works through a series of 1-handed warm up exercises with his sword, he looks back across his shoulder at Persis and the cleric, and asks simply \" Are you coming with me? \""
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Be patient,\" says Persis, still with her faraway look. \"I'm looking inside. I might see something useful. Besides what I saw already. An old lady went into a closet and now the closet's glowing. No idea what that's about.\" \n\n((Anything else going to occur in the power duration?))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Not really, no. Another figure, one that looks human, will walk by and head down a corridor to the back of the house. He's wearing the same kind of cloak and insignia that some of the dead bodies in town were. That's about it.))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"And,\" , the halfling reports, \"there's a guy inside in that same cloak and insignia. But there's still dust on the floor - I can see footprints in it, but they're not so many that there's no dust left - so I don't think there's really a ton of people in there, or at least they haven't been there long or walked around a lot.\" "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nSeeing no movement from the side of the house Walker looks back to the front and sees Cann intends to go through the front. Moving out of sight from the front Walker will turn gaseous, and slide into what appears to be an unoccupied room.\n\nFor GM\n \n Spoiler \n Attempting to stay hidden once inside. Moving earlier roll for same the forward 17 + 26 = 43\n "
},
{
"author": "Geneticist",
"message": "Lupo is going to keep in the forest for the mean time, and circles around the house so that he is down-wind from it. Anyone looking would see a wolf walk out of the tree line a little bit, and then sniff the air deeply.\n\n((anything with my scent ability?))"
},
{
"author": "Geneticist",
"message": "Lupo is going to keep in the forest for the mean time, and circles around the house so that he is down-wind from it. Anyone looking would see a wolf walk out of the tree line a little bit, and then sniff the air deeply.\n\n((anything with my scent ability?))"
},
{
"author": "Geneticist",
"message": "Lupo is going to keep in the forest for the mean time, and circles around the house so that he is down-wind from it. Anyone looking would see a wolf walk out of the tree line a little bit, and then sniff the air deeply.\n\n((anything with my scent ability?))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Walker, you seem to be in a smallish guest room. A heavy oak table is in the middle, surrounded by broken or decrepit chairs. This room is covered in dust and looks to be completely unused.\n\nLupo, you don't smell much outside of trees and an old house."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "(OOC: Whoa, triple post)\n\n Cann of the Mist \n\nCann turns to the halfling, slinging his longsword onto his shoulder, and letting his shield drop down so it rests on the ground. \" Got anything else to tell me, before I go inside? \" He smiles oddly, his mouth quirking up at the end almost of it's own volition. He turns his attention to the priest. \" You, Waha was it? Come, you must join me - I'm sure you would please your god by destroying these 'creatures of darkness' \" His mouth quirks even more as he says that, his odd smile again completely at odds with his tone.\n\nHe turns toward the manor, and laughs, long and loud. He drops into a fighting crouch, shield instantly ready and longsword held loosely at an angle out from his side. Looking at the back of his shield, he begins to read the words on the scroll held there. The scroll falls into dust, and his shield begins to glow, faintly at first, and then brighter, even brighter, making the dark-adapted eyes of all present water in pain. Only Cann seems unaffected, laughing again as the spell catches hold, and gripping his shield even tighter as he runs forward up the steps towards the manor's front door. As he clears the top step he leaps, raising his sword at the top of his leap and bringing it down upon the joining of the two doors in a great splinter of wood and metal. Wrenching his sword clear of the splintered mess, he half-turns and plants his foot solidly on the point he has already struck with his sword.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFirst: Cann has AC 26 against attacks of opportunity, and his current dodge target is the statue on the left.\nSpell Cast is Daylight. CL 10th.\n\nSecond: Attack Check on Door and Damage\n Attack Check - (1d20+12)[ 21 ] \n Damage - (1d8+6)[ 9 ] (Adamantine weapon ignores hardness)\nEDIT: (I should have mentioned earlier, but the sword blow is a called shot on the area of the door that would house bars or bolts, or other locking devices. By swinging his sword where the doors join together, Cann is attempting to sever any such locking system)\n\nThird: Strength Check to Break open Door\n Strength Check - (1d20+4)[ 22 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": "Waha sighs, \"My god would rather see the girls rescued first.\" And charging in is a sure way to get them killed before we even see them. \n\nWaha follows behind the paladin more slowly, mace and shield at the ready."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nSlide along, remaining out of sight, and listening/looking for any signs of guards or girls."
},
{
"author": "Geneticist",
"message": "((out of curiosity, it wasn't clear to me, but how many horses are outside not counting our paladin's mount?))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(There is one horse, one pony, and the paladin's mount disappeared.)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Gonna put the breaks on Cann there for a second. Remember the statues that were glowing a nice, healthy red? Also, in this game, I'll be employing the knockback mechanic, as I think it's kinda cool.))\n\nAs Cann comes within range, both statues take a swipe at him.\n\nStatue 1 Attack - (6 + 5 = 11)\nStatue 1 Damage - (3 + 2 = 5)\n\nStatue 2 Attack (17 + 6 = 23)\nStatue 2 Damage (2 + 2 = 4)\n\nCann, you notice that the statues resemble grotesque, winged humanoids with horned heads and stony hides.\n\n((What's your AC, Cann?))\n\n((Sorry for not posting sooner. Over the past two days, I haven't been able to get onto GitP for some reason))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((OOC: My AC was in the spoiler - currently, with my shield drawn and since these were AoO's, my AC is 26, 27 for the one on the left(Dodge). Also, did you mean nice healthy red as in glowing , or are you using the colour mechanic to represent evil in my detect evil (cause I thought I detected no evil)))\n\n Cann of the Mist \n\nNarrowly avoiding the swings of the stony beasts, Cann ducks and rolls, coming to his feet next to the 'statue' on the left. Swinging his longsword in a short, vicious arc, it slams into the neck of the 'statue' chipping ships of stone out of it's thick and vicious neck.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack Check - (1d20+10)[ 26 ] \n Damage - (1d8+4)[ 7 ] \n Holy Damage If They're Evil - (2d6)[ 4 ] - oops forgot that's my gauntlet ignore this bit.\nSo, hits on a 26, damage = 7 points.\nNot a magic weapon, my longsword.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Ooh, I should have specified that. Apologies. We can back the action up if you'd like. When I say it looks red, that means it's evil.))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((No worries. We'll just say that these gargoyles had a continuous non-detection effect on them - my detect evil bounced off *pa-tooong*))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "🤨 Why not just say that you detected the statues as evil, and they managed to keep you from moving past them, as was your intent, and forced a melee with you?\n\nAfter all you knew what their nature was, otherwise you wouldn't be dodging the one on the left. 🙂\n\nJust a thought, and I was bored. 😎"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "If i'd known their nature, I would have stepped up, and slapped one in the face with my gauntlet. I didn't detect them as evil (as far as I knew) I thought they were glowing red, like, everyone saw them, glowing red. As in a red 'light' spell or something. So, I was cautious. My out-of-game guess was animated statues, but I couldn't act on that in-game with no suspicions. I'd prefer it if history isn't altered so Cann looks like a retard :D\n\nEDIT: oh, and waha? I do have reasoning for charging in. In-game, I mean. And yes, it's a goddamn secret. So shh."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(Lol, that would have been funny. POW right in the kisser.)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "So everyone sees Cann charge the front door only to get swung at by two seemingly immobile statues.\n\nCann, your longsword strikes the statue but doesn't do any damage as far as you can tell.\n\n((Initiatives for everyone, hooray))"
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": "Waha shakes his head. He casts spiritual weapon and a mace of light pops into existance.\n\n Iniative (1d20+1=21) \n Spiritual weapon attack and damage (1d20+9=14, 1d8+2=8) "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nInit 13 (roll) + 9 = 22\n\nWalker will reform in the room, and then begin listening for the girls, guards, and anyone else.\n\nIf he hears any noise from outside, he will draw his longsword, and wait to see what the people inside the house do."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nInitiative: 10+4=14\n\nPersis takes a moment to set the statues as her Dodge targets (making her AC against the one on the left 26, and 25 against the one on the right). She spends a standard action to manifest an augmented Defensive Precognition (making her AC 28 and 27 respectively, and granting +2 on any saving throws she makes) and a move action to move to a position 5 feet away from the statues, so she can make a five foot step up and attack on her next turn."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nSnarling at the creatures, Cann lands from his first, wild strike, and turns, regarding the beast that is grinning it's horrific grin at him. Cann smiles at the beast, the faraway look returned to his eyes. His longsword falls out of his hand, forgotten, and his shield slides off his left arm, hitting the ground with a dull clank. With a roar of pain and anger, Cann leaps from the stone step, grabbing the creature by it's head, planting his knee in it's chest and bearing it to the ground.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nOkay, drop my weapons as a free action, then grapple the beastie!\n Touch Attack - (1d20+9)[ 12 ] \n Grapple Check - (1d20+13)[ 31 ] \n[roll=Damage]1d3+2d6+4[/roll] (Using the Holy Gauntlet damage)\nI have improved grapple so no AoO.\n\nEDIT: DAMNATION! Will roll damage in the OOC thread.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Ugh, why does the Wizards dice roller hate me? It likes PC's a lot apparently, hehe))\n\nWalker, make a listen check.\n\nWaha, how close to Cann and the statues were you? Cuz you'll need to account for distance traveled and stuff. You already cast a spell so you have a move action at the present time.\n\nAlicorn, your turn goes off fine.\n\nWe needs an init roll from Cann yet and Lupo. What is Lupo doing right now?"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Oh right. One Init Roll coming up.))\n\n Initiative - (1d20+4)[ 22 ] \n\n((woot!))"
},
{
"author": "Geneticist",
"message": "Lupo is going to try to shift to hybrid form.\n \n Spoiler \nControl Shape Check (1d20+12)[ 18 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Hybrid form successful.\n\n((WTH, the dice roller hates me))\n\nCann, you have one of the \"statues\" successfully grappled.\n\nStill need an initiative roll from Lupo."
},
{
"author": "Geneticist",
"message": "((sorry))\n Initiative (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \nLupo howls loudly and races towards the statue not being wrestled by the paladin."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Inits:\n\nWalker - 22\nCann - 22 (Although I imagine Walker has a higher Dex, heh)\nWaha - 21\nPersis - 14\n\"Statues\" - 7\nLupo - 6))\n\n((Statues havent made actions this round. Nother grapple check for Cann))\n\nStatue 1 Grapple (15 + 6 = 21)\n\nStatue 1 was seemingly unaffected by your sword, Cann, but the gauntlet seemed to do some damage. Statue 2 will turn its head towards Persis, narrow its eyes, advance and attack.\n\nStatue 2 attack (5 + 6 = 11)((Why, dice roller, why do you hate me?))\nStatue 2 damage (4 + 2 = 6)\n\n((Top of the init after Cann makes his opposed grapple. Still waitin on that listen check from Walker, heh))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((The dice roller doesn't hate you. It just noticed that the statues can't hit Persis with those bonuses (except on an autosuccess, if you use those) so it didn't waste a good roll on it :P))\n\n Persis \n\nThe halfling dances out of the statue's clumsy way and takes a stab at stabbing it with her rapier.\n\nAttack: 16+12=28\nCrit confirm: 9+12=21\nDamage: 3+4=7 (no crit), 3+4+2+4=13 (crit)\n\n((Edit: Yes, it's a +1 keen rapier.))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Damn those Keen Rapiers, damn them to hell. Also, you should probably add that the weapon you are using is magic (or nonmagic if you have improved critical - heh.) since if I remember correctly, gargoyles have DR.))\n\n Cann of the Mist \n\nWith a bestial roar still emerging from his lips, Cann and the beast roll down the stairs, hitting the ground with a thump. Cann emerges on top, sitting on the beast's chest, and drawing back his fist to strike.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Grapple Check - (1d20+13)[ 31 ] (on gargoyle's turn)\n Grapple Check - (1d20+13)[ 29 ] (on my turn to strike with an unarmed attack.)\nIf I beat his opposed grapple on both:\n Weapon Damage - (1d3+4)[ 7 ] \n Holy Damage - (2d6)[ 8 ] \n\nEDIT: woot!\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Oh, DAMMIT, the Wizards Dice Roller loves PC's. Hehe. Yes, I'm a DM that likes to hurt his players, what? :-P. Also, yes, gargoyles have DR. Persis, that a magical type keen or improved crit?))\n\nCann succeeds in grappling the beast. It's looking just a wee bit battered at this point.\n\nPersis' damage will vary depending on the weapon she is using."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "(Magic keen. Not Improved Crit.)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "So, Persis' sword cuts into the stone beast. It yelps a bit.\n\n((Waitin on Waha and Walker at the present time. LightBringer can be so very tardy, hehe))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(Lol, yes I can. Some weekends are rather busy for me, and this was one of them.)\n\nListen check (10(roll) + 23 = 33)\n\nListening for movement, talking, anything that would indicate a direction the girls are in."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You don't hear anything like that, but you hear floorboards creak, and peeking out the door, you can see an old lady watching something from the window with a slightly concerned look on her face. You also faintly hear the sounds of fighting coming from outside."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker will try to move around her and see what she is looking at.\n\nMove quietly (12 + 26 = 38)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Outside you see Cann wrestling with a stone like creature and Persis engaging another one. Lupo is nowhere in sight, and Waha is slowly advancing (I'm assuming) on the creatures."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": " To myself, \"Hmmm, so the statues were enchanted. Interesting.\" \n So what does this old woman look like? Does she have a scent? A heartbeat? (I don't know what you'll needed so here's some general rolls) \n\nSpot - 15 + 23\n?Smell - 13 + ?\nListen - 14 + 23\nExtra Rolls - 14, 11, and 13"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The old lady smells of the sea. And not the clean, salt air. More like decay, rotting. While you can't make out a heartbeat, you can hear her breathing a bit quickly.\n\n\"Useless guardians,\" she mutters. \"I shouldn't have to worry about these blasted trespassers.\""
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\n\" I'm afraid you're the one trespassing ma'am! \" (Yes I'm hoping to scare her)"
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by chiefwaha \n Waha follows behind the paladin more slowly, mace and shield at the ready. \n \n\nOOC: I was following behind the paladin, about 30 feet or so, close enough to run up and heal if necessary. I'm not sure what you're asking."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Sorry, for your turn this round are you attacking or just holding action?))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Right, i'm going to be offline for a bit (say, a day) so i'll post next round's actions now. Ok?))\n\n Cann of the Mist \n\nCann has gone ominously quiet, fighting in savage silence, his face a rictus of hatred and anger, fist pounding repeatedly into the creature's head, ignoring it's cries of pain or attempts to stop him. His eyes shine with savage light, and his shield on the ground, still glowing, gives the battlefield an eerie cast.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRolls\n[roll]=Grapple Check]1d20+13[/roll] (On gargoyle's turn)\n[roll]=Grapple Check]1d20+13[/roll] (On my turn)\n\nbugger me to death with a fork. Okay, rolls to follow.\n\nIf I succeed:\n\n Weapon Damage - (1d3+4)[ 7 ] \n Holy Damage - (2d6)[ 5 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n Grapple Check - (1d20+13)[ 16 ] (On gargoyle's turn)\n Grapple Check - (1d20+13)[ 14 ] (On my turn)\n\nI swear to god this roller goes in patterns.\n "
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": "OOC: Waha cast a spell this turn. He's holding back otherwise."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Erm, you cast a spell last turn, but we're in the second round of initiative, unless I completely missed the post where you cast a spell this turn, which for me isn't entirely out of the question, lol))\n\nThe gargoyle that Persis is fighting takes two more swipes at her, and misses both times.\n\n((Watcha doin Lupo? You just reach the second statue so you can get an attack off this round))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nThe diminuitive swashbuckler stabs at the statue again.\n\nAttack: 12+12=24\nDamage: 2+4=6"
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": "OOC: 2nd round? Huh. Okay. Since I have obviously no idea what's going on.\n\nIf one of the party looks fairly hurt he'll go pop off a cure spell. Otherwise he'll move to attack.\n\n Spiritual Weapon; Damage (1d20+9=16, 1d8+2=8) \n Heavy Mace +1; Damage (1d20+7=16, 1d8+3=4) "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Waha and Persis both drop the one statue. Cann is currently wrestling for control of the grapple with the other gargoyle again, the gargoyle having found its footing.\n\n((Finally rolled well, lol))\n\nEveryone outside hears a startled screech come from inside the house.\n\nWalker, you are the one that made the old lady screech. She screeches loudly and turns around, pressing herself against the wall.\n\n\"W..who are you? What do you want?\""
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker 🙂\n\n\" I want the girls that have been brought here. Believe me when I say, you lie, you die. Where are the two human girls? \""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The old woman squints at you, suspicious.\n\n\"You aren't part of our group.\"\n\nYou notice at this point the same insignia on her robe that the others have been wearing.\n\nShe hisses and lunges at you.\n\n((Attack rolls will be forthcoming. Not in a place where I have resources needed))"
},
{
"author": "Geneticist",
"message": "Lupo howls eerily and rips into the statue, hairy gray limbs straining to knock chunks of the stone off of the statue. Long teeth bite down hard into the statue's neck.\n \n Spoiler \n Attack Roll: Bite: (1d20+9)[ 29 ] Attack Roll: Claw 1: (1d20+9)[ 16 ] Attack roll: Claw 2: (1d20+9)[ 22 ] \nIf I hit, Bite damage (1d8+4)[ 6 ] , and the two claw attacks (1d6+4)[ 7 ] , (1d6+4)[ 8 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Geneticist",
"message": "Okay, crit on the bite, to confirm (1d20+9)[ 16 ] "
},
{
"author": "Geneticist",
"message": "Sorry for the three posts in a row. (I also hate the dice roller)\ndamage for the (potential) critical\n (1d8+9)[ 12 ] "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Are your attacks (fangs/claws) considered magical, Lupo?))"
},
{
"author": "Geneticist",
"message": "I'm not sure, but I don't think so. Still gonna try."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Your aim is true on all accounts, Lupo, but you can't seem to penetrate it's stone hide.\n\n((Back to the top of the init))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((OOC: Okay, because this is confusing, Cyrus when you post can you post the initiative order and whose turn it is currently, (ignoring people's posts who are yet to go in initiative order), etc? I know it's a lot of extra work, but it clarifies for everyone the current situation, whose turn it is, which turn it is, etc.))\n\n Cann of the Mist \n\nCann grabs the statue with one hand, lobstered gauntlet closing on it's throat as his other hand strives to push it's long stone claws away from his face, grunting with effort.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Grapple Check - (1d20+13)[ 20 ] \n Weapon Damage - (1d3+4)[ 7 ] \n Holy Damage - (2d6)[ 7 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Good point, Cann, and well made))\n\n((Inits:\n\nWalker - 22\nCann - 22 (Although I imagine Walker has a higher Dex, heh)\nWaha - 21\nPersis - 14\n\"Statues\" - 7\nLupo - 6))\n\n((So right now, it's Walker, although he's somewhat removed from the battle and a bit of an erratic poster :-P))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(What, me erratic!! I'm always hanging around...except on weekends. I'll try to check this weekend though since everyone seemed to last weekend, but me.)\n\n(Oh, I'm waiting to see if you old lady hits me.)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((She's a little so surprised and is waiting for you to answer her))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "🤨 04-24-2007, 05:45 PM # 150 Cyrus112 vbmenu_register(\"postmenu_2469921\", true);\nBugbear in the Playground\n\nJoin Date: Jul 2005\nLocation:\n\n\n\n Re: Alerian Chronicles: Illumination (Trying this again) \nThe old woman squints at you, suspicious.\n\n\"You aren't part of our group.\"\n\nYou notice at this point the same insignia on her robe that the others have been wearing.\n\nShe hisses and lunges at you.\n\n((Attack rolls will be forthcoming. Not in a place where I have resources needed))\n\n\n🤨\n\nOkay I'll roll with that.\n\n \"No I'm not, and the only way out of this is to give up the girls now. Otherwise you will die .\""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Oh SNAP, I had a brainfart, lol. Completely forgot about that. Apologies sir. Here we go.)\n\nShe snarls slightly, and her face seems to...waver. Where once there was a seemingly kindly old woman, there is now an old female with sickly, yellow flesh covered in warts and oozing sores.\n\n((Fort save please))\n\nShe swipes at you with her claws.\n\n((I'm assuming a 12 and 16 don't hit, so I won't bother with damage, heh))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\n(No they don't AC: 25)\n\nAfter she jumps, and misses I calmly draw my longsword from it's home, and with an evil grin, \" Tell me where the girls are and leave here, or I will slice you limb from limb, and take the girls anyway! \" My tone is as calm as my actions, hopefully conveying the seriousness which I intended."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Erm, you need a Fort save first))"
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": "OOC: As Ketharo is undead, does he really?"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "OOC: Hmmmm, good question. Do I?\n\nPS OOC: Just in case I do I'll save the time of extra post, and I have my d20 handy just now. (roll 16 +9 = 25)"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((OOC:Vampires have emotions, just nowhere near the intensity of their human counterparts))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Good call. I somehow missed that. This is for that horrible visage special ability sea hags have. Just looking at a sea hag is enough to incapacitate somebody, although I'm not sure if that applies to vampires or not. Anyone have any idea?))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((It's a supernatural effect (su) not a mind-affecting effect, so it affects (affecting effects affecters effects affecting effects :P) walker. But since he passed the DC, no worries either way. And i'm not getting how he could be a vampire with a +9 fort save... vampire = LA+7 template...mnah. EDIT: plus, he has no con score, so he must either have some serious magical crap, or he's like a ninth level fighter O.O EDIT EDIT: Sorry, I can't help metagaming - I know the system too well. But I won't let it affect (heh) my IC stuff.))"
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": "OOC:\n\n http://www.d20srd.org/srd/typesSubtypes.htm#undeadType \n\nImmunity to any effect that requires a Fortitude save (unless the effect also works on objects or is harmless).\n\nIn this case, while Ketharo might be horrified of the appearance, he wouldn't physically be weakened by it, mostly because he has no physiology to actually weaken."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "OOC: Oh, interesting. I didn't know that 'immunity to fortitude saves' thing. I thought it was just mind-affecting effects. Thanks for educating me Waha."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I always forget about that immunity to fort things, even though I've played vampires myself on numerous occasions. So Walker, you are just very disgusted by this ladys' appearance.))\n\nThe hag hisses again, \"If I can't kill you they will.\" She shows no signs of fleeing.\n\n((Cann is up. Continue with your beating of the statue, hehe))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann \n\nRoaring his anger Cann slams his fist repeatedly into the things face, as it ineffectually tries to push him off, mewling in pain as his gauntlet flares on each impact.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Grapple Check - (1d20+13)[ 14 ] \n Weapon Damage - (1d3+4)[ 6 ] \n Holy Damage - (2d6)[ 7 ] \n\nOk, considering the forum roller has rolled nothing but 1's for me for the last 3 days, i'll be using invisiblecastle from now on.\n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "OOC: Since I spent the round talking and preparing, would it be possible to reset my init?"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((If you'd like to, Walker, sure.))\n\nCann, one more good punch sends your fist through the things face. It quivers a bit, its legs twitching. It is dead."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Waha is up in the init now that the statue Cann was pummeling is dead. Actually both statues are dead. Spot checks for everyone outside.))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(This tends to be the problem with actually posting in init order. I've noticed it in several games.)"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((It's best for everyone to post, then Cyrus recaps and NPC reactions/turns (easiest for all NPC's to just go at end/start of turn.) after everyone has posted.))\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Spot (1d20+11=30) \n "
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": " Spot check (1d20+9=17) \n Waha looks around quickly, looking for any injuries. "
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nSpot: 6+... I'm not gonna even do the math, I have a penalty to Spot."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker is not outside, but his new init is 29."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Waha, no one looks injured, but you do see two figures inside one of the windows. It looks like they're fighting."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nAs promised Walker closes the 5 foot step and takes a shot at her right arm just under her shoulder.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Hit: roll 14 + 15 = 29 ; Dam: roll 5 + 10 = 15\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((What are the rest of you doing? I'll post this round once everyone has posted actions. I have actions thus far from Cann and Walker))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nThe halfling, completely oblivious to the goings-on until someone shoots an arrow through the window, startles. \"Well, I suppose if she wasn't hostile before she is now,\" Persis mutters, and tries the door to the house, now presumably accessible with the guardians dispatched."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(Who shoot an arrow??)"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((Whoa, sorry, apparently I'm delusional.))\n\n Persis \n\nhas no idea what's going on and does nothing whatsoever."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Watching the tussel for now?))"
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": "Waha moves into the manor."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(Sorry I was unable to sign on to giant since Friday. I'm not sure if it was my isp or giant itself. )\n\nWalker's attack is above. Just a reminder, I know you are waiting on intentions."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nRising from the shattered corpse of the gargoyle, Cann retrieves his shield and sword before walking into the manor, breaking the door down if he needs to."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The door is unlocked, and as you all step into the manor, you see Walker drop a hideous looking woman, who spins around as she dies.\n\n((Fort saves for everyone else))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nRecognizing evil's foul stench, Cann lifts his shield up to let the light scour away her evil.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Fort Save (1d20+7=16) \n "
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": " Fort save (1d20+7=20) "
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\n6+8=14\n\n((What's the DC? I'm gonna assume I fail, but maybe she's having an off day.))"
},
{
"author": "Geneticist",
"message": "Lupo's nostrils flare. (1d20+10)[ 26 ] "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Gah, that's weird. The normal way to post disappeared so I got a little worried. And GitP has been giving me problems for like a week now.))\n\nWhile you all make the save, you feel bile rise in your throats at the sight of the old lady's truly horrific visage.\n\nThe old lady spins and falls to the floor, dead, blood pooling beneath her. The manor around you is musty, and no sounds can be heard at the moment. In the area right where you entered, there are two hallways, a door at either end of the hallway, and a staircase leading up to a second floor."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((OOC: Alicorn, I see where you went wrong now. Lightbringer (walker) referred to his attack as a 'shot' when he was using a sword - he was the figure in the window. Also, there's been some weird **** going on with giantitp. They're trying to cut down on the lagg, i'm guessing. Maybe Giant got slashdotted or something. :P))\n\n Cann of the Mist \n\nCann listens for a moment, and then decisively sets off down the left corridor, kicking open the door at the end of it."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nGagging slightly at the hag's visage, Persis peeks into the room that she saw her enter previously with the shiny object."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nAfter getting over the disappointment of not getting to hack her limb from limb, Walker waits to see where everyone else is headed."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "It just so happens that the door Cann kicked open is the one that is all glowy (I forgot to mention that that door was glowy, heh). In the room are three big cauldrons, two of which are glowing. One is glowing a bright white, the other is pulsating very darkly. The last one is bubbling away and looks to be very thick (like the consistency of wet concrete). Little flasks and vials line the walls."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "Are there any doors in the room?\n\n Cann \n\nCann looks around the room, and seeing no sign of the girls, and no threats, he turns around and walks across to the other corridor, and opens the door at the end of it."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Waker\n\nWhile Cann looks around the room Walker decides he feels like going upstairs. So, taking them 2 at a time, he does so."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The room Cann enters appears to be nothing more than a closet stuffed full of large cauldrons that are bubbling away.\n\nWalker, you see that the upstairs is a bit sparse as far as doors go. There are a few openings where doors used to be, but they lead into run down, decrepit looking rooms that not even a cockroach would find appropriate to live in. At the far end there are two large, double doors that appear to be made out of a very solid looking oak. They look old, but very stable and in very good condition."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Sounds like something good should be behind there. Walker will take a listen.\n\n\n(Listen roll 16 + 23(or something like that) = 39)"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann \n\nI follow walker upstairs."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nGiving the cauldrons a suspicious berth, Persis tries the doors in the back of the room."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((What doors do you speak of Alicorn?))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((... no actual doors. I am SO getting an eye exam when I return to the United States, and I really hope it's that instead of, say, a series of hallucinations.))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Don't worry, it's really easy to get confused, especially when there's people asking things and doing things that reveal new information all the time - if you want, tie that into your character, make Persis a font of clairvoyant knowledge, but not so good in the mundane world, take the Inattentive flaw, etc. :P))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((Persis *has* the Inattentive flaw... but to the best of my knowledge, I don't :P))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((So, aside from Cann, y'all following Walker upstairs or goin off and doing your own thing?))"
},
{
"author": "Geneticist",
"message": "Lupo goes on all fours and crawls up the stairs behind walker"
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": "Waha follows after."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Walker, you don't really hear much from behind the door. It appears all is quiet."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nThe halfling circles the cauldrons, squinting at them and trying to figure out what they are.\n\n((Knowledge: Psionics is probably the closest thing I have to a relevant skill, so if there's nothing obvious, I probably don't know it.))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nWalker will shrug and say lightly, \"Don't hear anything,\" as he test the handle to see if it is locked.\n\nIf it is NOT locked he will go ahead and open the door.\n\nIf it IS locked he will attempt to open the door, with his foot. 😛"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Persis, you have no idea what these things that are bubbling away are. Walker, the door is very much locked."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Bumping the string to remind everyone that we's still doing this, heh))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann \n\nWalking forward, Cann casually raises his sword, and brings it down heavily on the area of the door with the lock, in a great splinter of wood and metal. Wrenching his sword clear of the splintered mess, he half-turns and plants his foot solidly on the point he has already struck with his sword.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack Roll\n\n Attack Roll (1d20+11=16) \n\nDamage\n\n Damage (1d8+5=10) (ignores hardness)\n\nStrength Check\n\n Strength Check (1d20+4=20) (to bust open door)\n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Well, I said Walker would kick the door. I was waiting for the result. I suppose I'll just wait and see if Cann manages to kick it in. 😛"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nAfter scrutinizing the cauldrons to no effect for a few moments, the halfling starts hunting through the rest of the room for anything else of potential interest.\n\n(Search 15+4=19)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Yeah, just by looking at the potions, you can't really tell what they are or what they do. That requires like a 170 DC check if you aren't using like an alchemy set, heh))\n\nCann, the door flies open, and on the other side are a whole bunch of closed coffins.\n\nPersis, you don't see much aside from the three cauldrons. There are empty flasks and vials along the walls, but that's about it."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann smiles. \" My favourite kind of vampires - asleep. \" Stepping to the threshold, he looks around intently and then checks the doorframe for any traps. Satisfied that there is nothing there, he steps forward and sheathes his sword and shield. He pulls a hammer and a stake made of dark wood from his backpack.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpot Check\n\n Spot Check (1d20+11=15) \n\nListen Check\n\n Listen Check (1d20+13=33) \n\nSearch Check\n\n Search Check (1d20+6=26) \n\nRemember, only if I don't find any traps, don't hear any vampires waiting to ambush me, or see any concealed people will I venture into the room.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Nothing seems amiss."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann \n\nCann goes in, and pounds a stake through the lid of the nearest coffin, where he thinks the heart is on the person inside. The ironwood stake slides through the coffin lid with ease.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack Roll\n\n Attack Roll (1d20+9=19) \n\nDamage\n\n Damage (1d4+4=7) \n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Actually...))\n\nThe stake hits the coffin, but doesn't go in very far. This is some tough-ass wood.\n\n((What are the rest of you doing?))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann \n\nTaking the hammer in both hands, Cann starts slamming the stake further and further into the coffin, until it has penetrated completely.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nStrength Check?\n\nStrength Check\n\n Strength Check (1d20+4=16) \n "
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": " \"STOP! Have we found the missing twins yet? Maybe they're in one of these coffins and you'll kill them, not to mention all the light forsaken noise you're making. Give me one moment,\" and Waha starts reciting a spell ((Detect Undead)) and scans the room."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\n\" Also it's highly unlikely that there are any Vampires in the coffins. Since it is continually night even those pathetic half breeds barely sleep. \" Walker walks up to one of the coffins and tries to simply open it."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Waha, some of the coffins do indeed hold some undead, though most are empty.\n\nWalker, the coffins simply open, and the one Cann was futiley trying to open is empty."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann \n\nWhen the stake is fully in, Cann reaches over, and rips it out of the hole. Holding his shield high, he looks through the hole into the coffin.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Strength Check (1d20+4=8) \n Spot Check (1d20+11=18) '\n\nI've been doing this under the impression that if you stake a vampire through the heart, they die, and that if you open their coffins, they'll wake up. True? Not true?\n\n Knowledge:Religion Check (1d20+4=13) \n Knowledge:Local Check (1d20+8=18) ( I mean, vampires, zombies, skeletons, other creatures of the night would be common knowledge, since they are so common now.)\n\n Knowledge:History Check (1d20+4=19) \n\nIf that helps. :P\n "
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": " \"The coffin you're attacking has no undead in it. But those do.\" \n\nWaha points out the coffins that have undead in them. Then Waha is going to open the ones that have no undead in them."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "All but three are empty. Behind one of the closed ones comes a scratching noise."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nDealing with the threat in this room first Walker walks over to one of the coffins Waha indicates, and opens it. \" Pathetic excuse for a vampire, \" escapes Walker's lips as he raises his longsword. Walker swings down hard toward the creatures neck intent on cutting through everything including the coffin.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack roll 15 + 15 = 30 Damage 7 + 10 = 17\n \n\n\nEdit: just corrected some spelling."
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": "OOC: The one that I hear scratching from is one that I did or didn't detect undead in?"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann \n\nLooking up from the empty coffin he was hammering the spike into, Cann sees Waha point out which coffins have undead in them. Dropping his spike and hammer on top of the empty coffin, he walks over to the coffin Walker is standing over, and prepares his mighty fist of vengeance.\n\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nPrepare action to strike any undead attempting to leap out of the coffin/attack with my gauntlet.\n\n Attack Roll (1d20+10=19) \n Damage (1d3+2d6+5=15) \n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((It does indeed have an undead in it))\n\nCann, no movement is forthcoming from the coffin you are standing over."
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": "Waha frowns, \"Odd, you'd think vampires would be able to get out of their own coffins... What's going on here?\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Opening the top up?))"
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": "Waha will carefully open the top, mace at the ready."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Inside is a zombie, still making clawing motions at where the top of the coffin used to be."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann \n\nCann walks over to the coffin Waha is standing over, and raises his shield, regarding the zombie within."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The zombie's gaze rests on Cann and begins to sit up, eyeing Cann hungrily."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann \n\nWith a slight frown, Cann draws back his fist, and punches the thing in the mouth.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack Roll (1d20+10=22) \n Damage (1d3+2d6+4=17) \n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The zombie falls back, very dead...again.\n\n\"Useful distractions, aren't they?\" a voice asks from behind you. Behind you stand two vampires smiling widely, baring their teeth at the group, holding formidable looking weapons."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann smiles, slightly ferally. \" Give up the girls, and you walk. Otherwise, i'll have to pound you into the ground. And i'll enjoy it. Oh yes. \" Cann's smile grows wider, and he flexes his gauntleted hand. The iris and pupils in his eyes have begun to fade out, into a softly glowing white. The longer he remains in these evil things' presence, the more he seems to change, to become more wild and more glorious, more pure and more terrible.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nAt the first hostile move of these creatures, Cann leaps on the closest one, and starts mauling it.\n\n Touch Attack (1d20+10=25) \n Grapple (1d20+13=30) \n Weapon Damage (1d3+4=7) \n Holy Damage (2d6=2) \n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "One of the vampires smiles even wider.\n\n\"Or else what, human? We aren't scared of you. Our devotion to our leader is much stronger. We risk death in the face of his wrath. But will you get to the girls in time I wonder? We'll make sure you don't.\"\n\nThe one on the right lunges forward.\n\n((To figure out who goes first, Cann or the vampire, we'll do opposing initiative checks. Also, whose even paying attention to this anymore? I know the boards were having some trouble, but that seems to be past now. I can account for Rejakor and Waha, but what about the others?))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "I'm still waiting for the results of my action, a page or so ago."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Dammit, LightBringer, I keep forgetting you, lol. Sorry bout that. We're going to handle that attack as a coup de grace as the thing was helpless, so it's good and dead-dead.))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((I'm paying attention, I'm just carrying on an extended debate about doing something really stupid to figure out what the stuff in the cauldrons is.))"
},
{
"author": "chiefwaha",
"message": "Waha turns and listens to the exchange. \"Return to your rest abominations,\" he says. He raises his holy symbol and recites a prayer to Pelor, and a blinding flash of light pulses from it.\n\nGreater Turn Undead (Sun Domain Power)\n\n Turn Power Check; Turn Damage (1d20+9=22, 3d6+12=22) \n\nAble to affect Undead up to 10HD\nAutomatically Destroys 22 HD of Undead, starting with the closest, need line of effect(zombies in coffins won't be affected )"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\n\" So be it then. \" Cann snarls, his face filling with holy fury. Deep inside him, the part that is still rational listens to the vampire's words, and then rapidly reaches a conclusion. Their 'master' is going to do something to those girls! I've gotta.. regain.. control.. of.. But those few thoughts are drowned out in a torrent of holy rage.\n\nCann leaps forward, his fist glowing and aimed towards the snarling vampire's face.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Initiative (1d20+2=13) \n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "As Waha begins to raise his symbol, Walker simply turns away for that second. \" Damn I hate when they do that! \" 😎\n\nAre there any other doors in this room?"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Cann takes a swing as the vampires turn into dust.\n\n((There are no other doors in this room))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((I would like to take one of the vials/beakers/what have you off of the shelf and dip up some of the gloppy stuff and pour a drop onto the floor to see what it does. Do I need to make any checks to do that without getting some on my hand or anything?))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann \n\nCann shudders, and the claws starting to grow their way through the skin of his fingers retract. He falls to his knees, and shudders slightly. His voice, when, he speaks, is gravelly and slightly strange. \" The girls... the vampire's master is going to do something to them. Those two were sent here to stall us... the cellar. Check the outside of the house. \" He coughs, and in the cough is another sound, a deep growling. \" I'm going to need a few moments. Go. We have no time. \""
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Seeing that there were no other doors, and already figuring the not so cryptic message, Walker leaps diving over Cann, rolls out and goes back downstairs.\n\nAre there anydoors down here that we haven't checked?"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Persis, you manage to get some gloopy stuff in a vial. You drop it on the floor and the floor immediately begins to turn to stone.\n\nYou get downstairs, Walker, and you notice hallways off to the right and the left. They appear to go around to the back of the house.\n\n((Apologies for not posting sooner. I'm home and so I may not be posting as much as normal. I'll try. I'll be back sometime late Saturday night/sometime Sunday.))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nPersis emits a maniacal little giggle and begins collecting - carefully - multiple stoppered vials full of gloppy stuff and puts them away for speculating purposes.\n\n(Do the glowing cauldrons have contents, or are they just empty and glowy?)"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann \n\nWith a growl, this time his own rather than the beast that lives within him, Cann surges to his feet, his sword forgotten on the floor, and runs down the stairs after Walker. As soon as he reaches the bottom, and sees the two hallways, he immediately comes to a decision and charges down the left one, shield ready and gauntlet held low and ready to strike.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nWere the two hallways there before? I don't remember you describing them.\n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Cann takes the left so I'll take the right. Sword still in hand. Obivously those two whisps of vampires were meant to slow us down so I'll move as quickly as possible."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Cann, you see the halfling in a small room at the end of the hallway you are heading down. Once you reach the end of it, the hallway leads down to the right. Walker, you reach the end of your hallway and it leads down to the left. Both of your hallways lead to the back of the house as far as you can see.\n\nPersis, one cauldron has a white glowy substance, the other has a dark glowy substance in it."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker continues to the back of the house as quickly as possible. All senses on high. Looking for any traps or foes, listening for any screams or noises that would help locate the girls. (Feel free to make any rolls you need for me)\n\nHis intent is to find the hidden spot quickly. Time is running out."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nThe inquisitive halfling, apparently having quite forgotten about her original reason for being here, repeats the experiment of dipping up and dripping out a portion of the white glowy substance, watching eagerly to see what, if anything, this does to the floor. (Assuming she escapes this foolhardy behavior unscathed and nothing explodes/emits poisonous gas/summons demons from the netherworld/whatever, she'll do it with the dark glowy substance too.)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Nah, demons coming out of vials is for later in the game...I mean.... :-P))\n\nPersis, as far as you can tell, nothing happens when you pour the white or black stuff on the floor. Cann and Walker, you come to the back of the house and there are two big, thick wooden doors that are chained and padlocked shut at the back of the house."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann \n\nWith a roar, Cann raises his glove and slams it into the lock and chains, then shouldercharges the wooden doors.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nGauntlet Attack:\n\n Attack Roll (1d20+11=31) \n Confirm (1d20+11=15) \n Damage (1d3+4=5) \n Crit Damage (1d3+4=6) \n\nShouldercharge:\n\n Strength Check (1d20+4=9) \n\nIf at first you don't succeed, try, try ,try again:\n\n Strength Check (1d20+4=24) \n\nWoot! Critical Success shouldercharging the door!\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "After a few shoulder thrusts and punches, the doors splinter open.\n\n((Listen checks for those close to where the doors used to be))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann \n\nCann steps into the room, looking around for the girls or the vampire's master.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Listen Check (1d20+13=20) \n Spot Check (1d20+11=16) \n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Cann, as the door turns to splinters, you hear an audible click. If you wish, you can take back your last action, or you can proceed forward as intended."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\nWalker watches as Cann attacks the door. He waits as Cann advances, but steps back as he hears the click, (If he hears it....Listen 14 + (what is it 18 I think) = 32) to give Cann some room."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You hear the click as well."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann \n\nUpon hearing the click, Cann growls, and with a complete disregard for whatever may lie ahead, leaps forward, into the darkness of the room, his shield shining with the bright light of his faith.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nOOC: Yes, I know it's stupid, but hey, when Cann's got his blood up, he don't think too straight.\n\n Jump Check (standing jump) (1d20+8=21) - To leap from where I heard the click. I don't take a step through the doorway first, I just leap, drawing my legs up to avoid tripwires, into the room. According to the DC's in the SRD, doubling them for having no running start, I made 10 feet. 😉\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Cann, that would be a Reflex save for you sir.))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n Reflex Save (1d20+6=22) \n\nPhew. Rolled well. Hopefully no death and stabbaging for me.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Indeed))\n\nYou roll back out of the doorway as a decent sized boulder falls down in front of you. You caught a brief glimpse of a stone spiral staircase leading down before the boulder hit. The boulder begins to roll down the staircase. You hear some more clicks and then sounds of metal scraping off of stone at various points as the boulder goes down the stairwell. Finally there is a muffled thump and all noise has stopped."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann \n\nCann walks down the stairs, shield at the ready."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "At the bottom of the staircase you see that the boulder fell into a hole. On the other side of the hole (that is now filled by said boulder so you can walk across it) are two large, metal doors (closed, but apparently not locked)."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nAt the bottom of the stairs, Cann reaches into his scrollcase, removing a scroll and placing it in the holder on the back of his shield. He then slowly pushes one of the doors open with his shield, stepping through the gap, sword in hand.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nCann is attaching a Mist scroll to the shield. :)\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Gah, and what are other people doing?))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nHaving filled (let's say) five vials with the mixture that turned the floor into rock and put them away on her person with her other things, Persis goes looking for the rest of the group. (Can I just assume I find the whole staircase-boulder setup?)"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Sorry was at a site were giant is blocked.\n\n\nWalker having giving Cann enough room to dodge the boulder smiles at the large mans reflexes, and nice him a short \"Nice.\" Then follows Cann down the stairs. When they arrive at the boulder Walker turns to gas and slides under the boulder and the doors. Knowing the big man will be coming throygh any second Walker reforms with back to the wall and leaving enough room for the doors to swing open, or fly by. Whichever Cann manages."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Yes Persis, you find the staircase just as the boulder begins to roll down. It appears Cann and Walker misunderstood my description, or I was just not very good with it. When the boulder came to the bottom, it fell into a hole, and is now a surface you can walk over to get to the double doors. No misting needs to happen.))\n\nCann and Walker, you're in a hallway that is kind of small, at least in width. Enough for single file travel, unless you have a halfling sized party. Then you could walk two abreast. As far as height goes, there's plenty of room so you won't need to worry about crouching. The hallway goes down for a bit and then turns around a corner."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann advanced down the corridor slowly, sword at the ready. The holy rage had subsided within him, at least enough to control it. He knew that likely more traps lay ahead, and so placed his feet with care, moving down the corridor far slower than his heart urged him to move.\n\nWhen he reached the corner, he stopped, flattened against the wall. He stretched out with his senses, feeling for any evil, and then suddenly darted out, shield readied and sword raised to strike.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nCann is looking for traps as he goes. I was going to make it searching for traps, but that would be one full round for every 5 feet. There is no way Cann would go that slow. So, looking it is. I don't know if you can 'see' a trap, but a trip-wire trigger or something maybe.\n\nAnyway, spot check:\n\n Spot Check (1d20+13=29) \n\nAlso, Cann is activating detect evil aimed at the area just beyond the corner.\n\nAlso, that is a prepared action as Cann steps around the corner (assuming he gets that far) he is readied against both ranged and close up attack (i.e, expecting it so no flat-footed), and if any undead or other things his detect evil went off against are there, he will attack them with the following rolls. He will only attack if he sensed evil, and it corresponded to where a person or thing is when he goes around the corner.\n\n Attack Roll (1d20+10=11) \n\nA natural 1. My favourite kind of attack roll.\n\nOh well. Might as well roll damage.\n\n Damage (1d8+4=6) \n\nOh, a 2. on a d8. Woo-hoo. Hope to god nothing is around that corner.\n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker follows behind Cann. When he sees Cann is going to move slower than Walker would like to go he ask, \" Would you like me to set off any traps up to the door? \""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Cann, you round the corner, and see the hallway stretch down a bit farther and it ends in a circular type room. There are two stone slabs and what looks to be like a young girl chained down to each one (although from here you can't make out features). There are four figures standing around the room. There is one brandishing some sort of knife and standing between the two slabs. He is chanting right now. The three others are looking on, not paying attention to things going on around them. The four standing figures are glowing all evil like to your vision."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann \n\nWhile Cann races down the corridor, his eyes fixed firmly on the decending knife, he opens his inner pair of eyes, and looks at all the people in the room. Please let me be on time .\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nI am detect evilling the group, Cann's no fool, despite his complete inability to stop himself righting wrongs and combating injustice with no heed for the utterly, and completely trapped corridor.\n\nPrepared action to throw self at the knife, either getting it to hit him, or entering a grapple with the person holding it, or both. This prepared action does not go off if I sense that the two girls lying on the stone slabs are evil.\n\n Jump Check (1d20+8=23) - to leap at the knife, the man's hand, and the man, in that order.\n\n Grapple Check (1d20+13=17) - to 'grab on'. No attack of opportunity because I am using Improved Grapple.\n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker sheaths his sword and draws his bow. Notching a silver arrow, he begins forward slowly (5 foot steps). He draws the arrow back and continues slowly forward.\n\n(If for some reason Cann falls into a trap, gets killed by a trap, or fails to do whatever he is doing, Walker will shoot the man with the knife. If Cann makes it into the room and stops the guy, then he will provide cover fire basically. He will shoot anyone trying to attack Cann. Yes, he will fire into melee.)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I do believe you need to do a touch attack to get a hold of someone before you start the grappling. So we shall move on when we gots one of those))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n Touch Attack (1d20+10=20) \n\nSorry. Put in a new post because sometimes people don't notice when you edit. 😁\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Heh, perfectly fine. So yes, you got his touch AC and he is now grappled. Initiatives))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Initiative (1d20+2=12) \n\nand cause I just successfully entered into a grapple, gauntlet damage woo-woo.\n\n Damage (1d3+4=7) \n Holy Damage (2d6=3) \n\nAlso, you never told me the result of my detect evil. I'm guessing that the three cloaked figures are evil, and the two girls aren't, but still nice to know.\n\nWhat I have posted below isn't my next action, it's just a description of Cann succeeding in grappling the person.\n \n\n Cann of the Mist \n\nCann powers down the corridor, long legs eating up the distance, his eyes focused only on the long knife descending towards the little girl, with a grunt of effort, he launches himself through the air, cannoning into the creature holding the knife, and slamming into the floor. One thought echoes in his head, as he struggles with the black-cloaked figure, as the holy fury rises within him. I was not too late. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((*Points to end of his third to last post.* The four standing figures are glowing all red and evil like))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker continues tomove forward slowly (5 foot steps).\n\nWalker will provide cover fire basically. He will shoot anyone trying to attack Cann. Yes, he will fire into melee, or anyone trying to hurt either of the girls."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((It's the evil people's turn. Nother grapple check, Cann.))\n\nThe other four look to the figure grappling with Cann. That figure yells something that none of you can understand (unless one of you bothered to pick up Ancient Alerian)). The four figures then turn and bar the doorway leading into the chamber from outside intrusion ((they seem to not notice you, Walker))."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n\n(are the other people undead? Spot check to notice that I guess.)\n\n Grapple Check (1d20+13=26) \n Spot Check (1d20+13=31) - To see if the other people are undead. Note: I am not sure if +13 is my spot modifier. I think it is, but with rpgwebprofiler down I have no way to check. If it comes back up, just add the appropriate modifier for a roll of 18.\n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker\n\n(Hey I don't mind not being noticed. I'll fire a silver tipped arrow right thru whoever's heart is the most in the open even if it is thru the back)\n\nWalker releases his grip on the string of his long dark composite bow. The arrow immediately jumps from it and streaks though the air. The glint of silver moving so fast it almost leaves a visible trail. His hand just a quickly follows the release over his shoulder. Drawing another silver arrow, from the quiver kept under his cloak, notches it, and draws the string back again.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nAttack roll 14 + ranged 14 = 28\nDamage roll 6 + str 8 = 14\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Cann, the man you're grappling struggles but you remain firmly in control. One of the men gets hit with an arrow and begins to cautiously move forward towards you, Walker.\n\n((Sorry I didn't move this along sooner. I was kind of waiting to see if anyone else was still doing stuff, but it's looking like not. You want to keep moving along with just the two of you, plus from time to time Persis, or you wanna call it for now? You're playing, you're decision))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((Could we maybe get a map? I have so much trouble visualizing combat. I do want to help, I just can't think of what I'm doing unless I can *see* it.))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nI vote we continue. A map would be nice, Cann is crazy enough that tactics don't really enter his mind, but still, maps.\n \n\n Cann of the Mist \n\nSitting on the figure's chest, Cann raises his gauntlet and slams it in the face repeatedly, glowing white energy spinning off from the incandescent glove each time it is applied with force to the creature's face.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Grapple Check (1d20+13=25) \n Damage (1d3+2d6+4=13) \n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Not to scale and a bit messed up))\nP = Persis\nW = Walker\nx = Figures blocking entrance\nC= Cann\nF = Figure Cann is pummeling\nG = Figures on slabs\n\n\n\n | |\n | P |\n | W |\n | |\n | |\n |x |\n |x x x |\n| |\n |\n |\n ||| CF ||| |\n |G| |G| |\n ||| ||| |\n |\n||||||||||||||||||||\n\n((As much as I try, I can't get it to really change. Do you all get the basic gist or should I go into more explanation?))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(Nope I'm fine)\n\nWalker releases his second arrow. Again the bow 'pops', as another arrow streaks down the hall. Once again seeking the heart of the target. Walker's hand again draws an arrow. This time the glint of silver is replaced with the dark shimmer of cold iron.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack roll 12 + 15 (I forgot the +1 for msterwork last time) = 27\n\nDamage roll 5 + 8 = 13\n "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "(That's fine, although i'm always fine with accurate descriptions. If you want to, there are several mapping applications you can download from the web. I don't use them myself, but I could certainly find out a good one for you.)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Watcha doin Persis? I'll respond when all actions are posted. We already know Cann is punching (as usual, heh) and Walker is firing arrows))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nThe halfling manifests an augmented Bolt to create (4+2=6) +2 arrows."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The figure advancing toward Walker takes another arrow and falls over, dead.\n You can hear one of the others yell out.\n\n\"There he is!\" The other three begin to move toward you, Walker. As the hallway is only for single file travel, however, they come down the hallway one at a time, brandishing swords.\n\n((Another grapple check, Cann))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n Grapple Check (1d20+13=20) \n\nI'll take my turn, as if the grapple check succeeded.\n \n\n Cann of the Mist \n\nCann roars, and picking up the dazed figure, slams him into the wall, cracking his elbow into the creature's head, pinning it to the wall, and leaning in close, whispers, his voice low in a way that only serves to further accentuate his anger. \" Those... who do evil... become evil. Prepare yourself. \" Leaning back, he slams his glowing fist into the creature's head, small shards of radiant light spinning off it as it hits. Grabbing the figure's shoulders, he throws it to the floor, and stands over it, a grim frown on his face.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nSorry if that's a bit 'not six seconds'-ey, but I thought it was cool + the kind of thing Cann would do.\n\n Grapple Check (1d20+13=18) \n\nEep. The dice hate me today.\n\n Damage (1d3+2d6+4=12) \n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker 'holsters' his bow and draws his sword. Then smiling he awaits his adversaries.\n\n(since the hall is small Walker will rely on short chops and stabbing movements. Feel free to make any needed rolls.)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Alright, Cann. The figure, who you can tell is another of those people with that weird armor, beat you in the first grapple check. Then you beat him in the second, so you are now in control again.\n\nWalker, the first figure steps into your threat range ((aoo if you want it))."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n Grapple Check (1d20+13=24) - for on the guy's turn when he tries and grapples me.\n\nAlso, i'm really liking this campaign. Because it's fun and it didn't suddenly disappear a week or so after I started it. 🙂\n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "AoO\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAoO Attack roll 16 + 15 = 31\nDamage 7 + 9 = 16\nIf there is room for decapitating swings Walker will take them.\n\nStandard attack roll 12 + 15 = 27\nDamage 4 + 9 = 13\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Sadly, not enough room for decapitation, and you needs a vorpal weapon for that anyway 😛))\n\nWalker, you stick the figure twice, but he stubbornly stays up and stabs his awkward looking sword at you.\n\n((Does a 28 hit? He rolled REALLY well))\n\nCann, the figure failed the grapple check on his turn to push you away from him. You two are still fighting for superiority."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\n\" Why \" Cann grabs the creature, \" won't \" Cann slams the figure up against a wall \" you \" Cann draws back his glowing fist \" die! \" Cann slams the glowing fist into the figure's face.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Grapple Check (1d20+13=23) \n Damage (1d3+4=5) \n Holy Damage (2d6=5) \n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Waitin on a response from Walker))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Yeah ,with the limited movement area that will hit me."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((9 damage sir))\n\nCann, the figure you are pummeling gives one final growl and falls limply to the ground, very much dead."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann steps back from the smoking corpse as the last of the golden energy sparks out on the ground. His gauntlet becomes brighter and brighter as he steps forward, casually scooping his sword off the ground, and steps in between the remaining dark figures and the girls. He twirls the sword around his hand, and grins, his incisors visibly lengthened, something feral dancing in his eyes. \" Who wants to be next? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Be Goddamn Cool Check (1d20+3=16) - I think I succeeded in Being Pretty Cool.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "No one notices you being cool at the moment, Cann, except Persis and Walker. The other three guys are now in single file moving towards Walker and Persis and so their backs are to you. You hear some whimpers coming from the girls on the slabs.\n\n((Walker and Persis, you're both up))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nPersis sets the nearest guy as her target for all of her Dodge bonus, making her AC 27 against him, and shoots at him.\n\nAttack: 12+11+1=24\nDamage: 3+1+1=5"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Unless that was silver or magical, the damage should be negated. Let me know.\n \n\n\nTaking the blow with ease Walker just grins as he stabs whoever is in front of him now. He makes no remark about Cann being cool, for now.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack roll 14 +15 = 29\nDamage 3 + 9 = 12\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The figure takes hits from both Walker and Persis but is still standing. He swings again at Walker.\n\n((Hmm, thats a crit success, but not confirmation, so it's just a normal hit. Not that it would matter anyway as you are undead. And his weapon isn't magical or silver))\n\n((10 damage. Dun think any of that goes through.))\n\nCann, the people don't notice that you're finished with that guy you were grappling."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(Nope)\n\nAgain Walker barely finches as the sword smashes into him. \" You are seriously messing up my shirt!! \" Walker swings as hard as possible in the cramped space.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack roll 17 + 15 = 32\nDamage 7 + 9 = 16\n "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann smiles, and drawing back his sword, he snarls, his eyes glowing a pale shade of gold for a second before his sword shines with bright, pure light. With a cry of \" Begone from the Path! \" He slams his sword into the back of one of the creatures.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nI'm going to be smiting one of them. Which one doesn't matter, really.\n\n Attack Roll (1d20+14=19) \n Damage (1d8+9=16) - of which 7+4 is weapon damage, and 5 is holy smite damage.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Walker, blood spurts from the mouth of the figure you're fighting and he crumples to the floor, dead. The one behind him throws something at you and...misses horribly. The back most figure gets smited (smote?) by Cann. He turns around and swings at Cann with a greatsword.\n\n((A 25 hit? If so, 14 damage))\n\n((What are you three doing again?))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann smiles, as blood runs down his face from the cut the vampire inflicted. \" Pain, will not allow you victory here, demon. Taste the wrath of my god. \" Stepping forward inside the creature's guard, he grabs it's shoulder, and then slams it in the face with his gauntlet.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nGrappling. Smiting. The past tense is either smited or smoten. Seen both. Not fussed.\n\n Touch Attack (1d20+13=29) \n Grapple Check. (1d20+13=21) \n Weapon Damage. (1d3+4=6) \n Holy Damage. (2d6+5=12) \n\nAlso, 14 damage? These things pack a punch. Or two. Remind me to set them on fire for sheer impudence.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Not all of the people in this place are vampires. Not that you could tell unless you were actively trying to spot a vampire. Or is Cann just assuming all of these things are vamps?))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "(( Demon is really just an epithet. Evil is enough to get his holy ragefires going.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((The man is grappled now, sir. I believe on his turn he gets to fight the grapple and then if he fails, you can do with him as you wish, heh. What are the other two doing?))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n\nGrapple Check (on it's turn):\n\n Grapple Check (1d20+13=24) \n "
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nPersis again shoots at the nearest opponent. (Please let us know when he closes to melee range so I don't do anything stupid like provoking an AoO by using a ranged weapon while threatened.)\n\nAttack: 10+11+1=22\nDamage: 4+1+1=6"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker waits to see if it steps forward and provkes an extra attack. These guys are tough, and an extra shot is a good thing. 😏"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Don't worry, Persis, Walker is in front of you, and the hallway is narrow enough that Walker would have to be down for them to come at you.))\n\nCann, the man remains grappled.\n\nPersis, your shot hits and the figure stumbles a bit but remains standing and...\n\nwalks into Walker's threat range.\n\n((Go ahead and attack sir.))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Okay I will. 🙂\n \n Spoiler \n\nAoO Hit roll (Ooooo) 19(threat) + 15 = 34\nAoO Crit roll 14 + 15 = 29 (I think thats a crit)\nAoO Damage 5 + 9 = 14 x 2 = 28\n\nStandard attack 12(not a crit threat, but I'll take it) + 15 =27\n(If hit) Damage 3 + 9 = 12\n "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann casually backhands the creature across it's face with his gauntlet, and then slams it against the passage wall with his grip on it's shoulder. His face is grim as his hand curls into a fist in anticipation of the strike.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Grapple Check (1d20+13=31) - To hit him with my meaty gauntlet. Also, this thing is epic and I want one. Battle Gauntlet . Does 1d8 damage, mmmhmmm, that's right, as much as a longsword, yeah.\n\n Damage (1d3+2d6+4=13) - Grapple Damage.\n\n Grapple Check (1d20+13=17) - On his turn when he tries and escapes again. Eeep. Bad roll.\n\nAlso, Walker is totally rigged. Rigged I say. RIGGED.\n\nOh, how did that creature provoke an AoO? I looked back a bit but can't see it.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Hmm, I always had trouble with this rule. The guy provoked an attack of opportunity by walking toward Walker, but now that I think about it, I think you only provoke one when you <i>leave</i> a threatened square. Ah well.))\n\nWalker, you slice the figure across his midsection and his intestines begin to spill out onto the floor. The figure gasps some and tries to keep them inside, but it doesn't do much good. He slumps against the wall and then slides down it with a sigh, dead.\n\nCann, your figure gets a good grip on your hands and you are now wrestling back in a contested type position."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((As in, on his turn beats my 17, or on my turn beats the 31? Also, if you're only moving 5 feet, you can just take a 5ft step, no matter whether you're entering, leaving, whatever, a 5 foot step NEVER provokes an attack of opportunity.))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(I have trouble with that rule as well, which is why I waited to see if Walker did get an extra shot. Oh well, regardless he is dead...)\n\nWalker simply continues down the hall toward the room with the girls. Longsword, in hand, and ready to strike if needed."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I'm very well aware of the five foot step part, hehe. That rule kept me alive once in a Star Wars campaign. The guy was a little more than five feet away, though. Also, that 17 you rolled is beaten.))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nThe creature reaches out and grabs Cann's shoulders, it's eyes locking to his. With a grunt, Cann locks his hands on it's shoulders, ignoring the sizzling sound his gauntlet makes when it comes in contact with the creature's evil. He spreads his stance, and growls, straining and shifting as each tries to better the other.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Grapple Check (1d20+13=27) - Mwahaha, fear my grappling skills vampire beastie!\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((You now regain control of the grapple, sir))\n\nPersis and Walker, Cann is grappling the only remaining figure in this mansion. There are two very frightened looking girls tied to simple stone altars, whimpering slightly."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\n The halfling (who will probably not get there first, having short legs) approaches the girls and cuts them free with her rapier."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The girls, now free, just stay where they are, watching the struggle between Cann and the figure, a frightened look still in their eyes.\n\n((Spot check Persis))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "Spot 9=5=4"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "As I posted earlier, Walker intends to walk into the room with the girls. He has no intentions of helping Cann. Why would he want to interfer in his fun?\n\nWith the girls still looking scared, Walker asks, \" Are you two okay? \""
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann and the creature struggle, locked into a battle of will and strength. Cann shifts his weight, and the creature suddenly tumbles down, slamming into the floor. Cann growls, and a holy light shines around him as his fist slams down onto the creature's face.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nSchmiting it.\n\n Grapple Check (1d20+13=21) +3 for smite?\n\n Damage (1d3+2d6+9=20) \n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "This figure is looking a little bloody now, but still conscious as he wrestles with you, Cann.\n\nPersis, you notice grooves in the altars that lead down the altars and into a grate in the floor. A glint of something down in the grate catches your eye.\n\nOne of the girls merely nods in response to your question, Walker.\n\n((Nother grapple check for the figures turn, Cann.))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n Grapple Check (1d20+13=14) \n\nAh, a natural 1. My favourite.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Cann continues to wrestle with the figure who fights back to a contested position.\n\n((I imagine Cann will continue with the grappling. What are the rest of you doing?))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nThe halfling peers closer at the glint of something. (Do I need to make another check?)"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Just keeping my eyes open for any more 'bad' guys."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Is this guy I am fighting a vampire or other undead? Or is he just some kind of evil cultist? I should have been able to tell from the detect evil, but if not i've been punching this guy's face for a while, so ?))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Yes, another check would be good))\n\n((Cann, he is just an evil cultist. Also, I actually lost track of hp totals. He is now dead))\n\nWalker, you don't see anymore bad guys."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((I was wondering. The mansion is made of wood, correct?))\n\n Cann of the Mist \n\nCann remains on one knee for a few seconds, breathing heavily, as the cultist slumps in his grasp. He lets the cultist fall from his grasp, and thump onto the ground. He stands, white cloak rippling as he looks down at the robed figure, and spits on the corpse. \" So die all who would harm the innocent. \" He looks over at the two girls, and retrieves his sword before bowing. \" I am Cann of the Mist, Knight-Protector and Walker of the Way. We were sent here to save you from these cultists. Come on, let's get out of here. \" He reaches out and offers his hand to help them up.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nI assume by 'stay where they are' means they didn't get up off the slabs, just kind of looked scared. If they did get up, scratch that last bit, Cann just motions for them to follow and starts moving up the passage.\n\nAlso, we've searched this entire mansion now, correct? No doors or passages left?\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Most of the mansion is made of wood, yes. The \"basement\" area you are in now is all stone. The mansion is all explored. The girls are still on the slabs. Waiting on Persis' second spot check.))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker stands waiting, \" Come on girl, Spot it already would you .\" (😁 , just kidding.)"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "(second Spot check: 13-5=8)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Persis, you notice something is down there, but you can't make out what."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((So what do the girls do or is Cann just standing there looking embarassed? Also, if I need to roll a spot or listen check in the future, you can do it for me if you want.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Cann and Walker, you both notice that Persis is peering down into a grate on the floor. The girls are getting up shakily, rubbing their arms. They appear cold. You notice they are not wearing very much."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nAfter helping one of the girls from the slab, Cann turns to lead the way out of the mansion, but pauses on seeing the girls shiver at the cold. Without speaking, he shucks his woolen cloak, and hands it to one of the girls. Taking his shield off and leaning it against the wall, he strips off his white surcoat, bearing the symbol of the arcanix, and hands it to the other sister.\n\nHe looks over at Walker, and then at Persis. \" You two gather up anything useful. I have to check something. \" Cann says, his tone deep and foreboding. He draws his adamantine sword, and places it point-first on the floor, kneeling on the ground and placing his forehead against the guard. He closes his eyes, and feels the Way draw over him like a shroud. He fights his way through the swirling currents, his mind ranging across the area, searching for the pockets of darkness that inhabit the mansion.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nCasting detect evil in every direction.\n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Since Cann gives the girls some covering, Walker will walk over and help Persis. \" Is there something down there? \" without really waiting Walker takes hold of the grate and gives it a tug."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The grate doesn't really budge as you tug on it.\n\n((Strength Check))\n\nCann, you detect no more evil."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann turns to the two young girls, and asks them quietly, still kneeling on the floor. \" I know this is hard for you, but please tell me. Do you know of any other captives or innocents being held in this evil place? Did you notice any of the cultists or undead using secret passages or opening secret rooms, or talking of them? It is very important, if you know of any, to tell me now. \" He looks earnestly into their eyes and awaits their reply."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Since it doesn't move with a tug, Walker puts his back into it.\n\nStrength Check\n \n Spoiler \n\nCheck roll 16.\nStr 28 bonus +9.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "WIth a jarring creak and a loud pop, Walker manages to rip the grate out of the ground.\n\nOne of the girls shakes her head. \"We don't know of any secret ways out, m'Lord. All we heard talk of was some sort of Ritual and sac...sac....sacrifice,\" she finishes this last part with some obvious difficulty.\n\nThe other one adds, \"They also made mention of some sort of Awakening, but they weren't being too specific.\""
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker looks down the hole, but also listens to the conversation.\n\nSpot\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpot check 12 + 23 = 35\n "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann pauses for a second, and then nods. \" Thank you. \" He says gravely, and inclines his head to the two girls. \" I know it must be frightening to talk about what has occurred, but fear not, we shall return you to your home soon. \" Looking over his shoulder at Walker and Persis, he enquires \" When are you going to be done over there? Every second we spend in this evil place place burns at me like fire. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nOoh, critical hit with a story hook. Ouch.\n\nAlso... Cann is considering doing something stupid. He's a bit like that. ><\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Walker, you notice a sphere shaped object that seems to be chained to the bottom of this hole."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Oh, Cyrus, btw, when I schpeak to schomeone, could you tell me how they react? Like, even if they don't reply kind of thing. I know you probably were anyway, but I need to know so I can structure further replies and Cann's attitude towards them properly. Thanks. 😎 ))\n\n((EDIT: Also, I am going away for 2-3 days, to a wedding. I probably won't have internet access, so i'll be gone for that time.))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(Can Walker fit down the hole?)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Gotcha, Cann))\n\nThe hole isn't deep enough to cause any problems getting down to the object. It is more than big enough to fit any medium (or small) sized creature in it."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker looks at Persis, \" Do you, or shall I? \" Walker says, motioning to the hole."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Promise to pull me out again?\" says Persis, smiling. Assuming she gets an affirmative reply she hops down into the hole to get a closer look at the shiny object."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "\" Of course I will, \" Walker replies with a smile."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Persis, you drop into the hole and you can now see that is a perfectly shaped sphere. The inside of it seems to swirl, changing colors frequently. It gives a shake as you get closer to it."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nThe halfling blinks at the sphere, and then bends and scoops it up, perhaps unwisely."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Persis, you notice that the thing is chained to the ground, and that the sphere is straining against its restraint, odd as that may seem."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"It's a sort of a sphere,\" Persis calls. \"It's got a lot of different colors swirling around in it, and it's moving, and it doesn't appear to like being chained to the floor, which it is. D'you think we should let it free?\" "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker shrugs to himself, \" Sure, why not .\""
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"All right, I'll see what I can do. I might need help. I forgot to bring my magical chain smashing rock,\" says the halfling, setting about searching for some key or other means of undoing or breaking the chain."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann walks forward, to the hole Persis has dropped into, and looks down at the strange thing. \" Before you break the chain, let me check something. \" Cann says, and then closes his eyes, focusing his perceptions on the strange orb on the end of the chain.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nDoes it resonate evil?\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "No, it's not.\n\n((Spt check Persis.))\n\n((Also, sorry for the delay in posting. My internet is being weird presently.))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\n\" Whatever that orb is, it is not evil, so I see no harm in letting it loose. Those creatures obviously felt it needed to be trapped, so we should free it. \" Cann turns and looks around the room again. \" Only do it quickly. I long to be free of this place. \""
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Righto. Key, key, if I were a key where would they hide me...\" \n\nSpot: 11-5=6\nSearch (if I can do that instead): 17+4=21"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Persis ((even with the very low result, heh)), you notice the key is hanging off of the belt of the body of the man who was waving the sacrificial knife around in the air. You also notice he has that weird purple, chitinous armour and the symbol of a snake tattooed on his forehead."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nWhile Persis is looking for a key, Cann grunts, and wanders around the room looking for anything interesting, and whether he finds anything or not, looks over at the girls to see if they're okay, before taking the corpses of the fallen cultists and lining them up in a row near the wall. He quickly searches them, piling up their belongings in two small piles. He looks at each item closely before placing it in one pile or another.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Search Check (1d20+8=24) - Search the room for traps, secret doors, secret alcoves, magical effects, concealed items, clues as to how it was constructed, crumpled up notes, or other plot devices or macguffins.\n\n Search Check (1d20+8=19) - Search the cultists for objects, Detect Evil on each object, evil items go in one pile, non-evil items in the other.\n\n Sense Motive (1d20+7=19) - To see how well the girls are holding up.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Cann, you find the knife that the one figure was wielding. He was also carrying one of those rather odd looking swords that some of the raiders corpses from the village had. You find two small jewels as well. The other dead bodies all had on studded leather armor or a chain shirt ((three studded leather, two chain shirts)). You also find two short swords, two long swords and a great sword. Among the dead bodies you find about some gold ((about 300 pieces))."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Hey! That guy's got a key, throw it down and I'll give it a try,\" says Persis, helpfully pointing."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann fastidiously sorts the items into three piles. He places the greatswords and shortswords in one pile, bound together with some twine from his ever-handy ball of twine, the two chain shirts are folded up and placed in another pile, tied together with twine. The knife and strange sword are carefully inspected, before being bound together with twine. Cann picks up the swords, and lowers them into a small pouch at his side. By all the laws of nature, they shouldn't be able to fit, but they go in smoothly, and disappear, like a rabbit in a magic act. Soon to follow are the chain shirts, and finally the strange sword and knife. He picks up the pouches that contain the gold pieces, places the two small jewels inside one of them, and ties them at his hip (again using the handy ball of twine) to his belt, in plain view.\n\nAfter doing all that, he takes the key from the leader's belt, and turning, tosses it to Persis.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Appraise (1d20+2=18) - To figure out what the sword and knife are/are from.\n\n Knowledge Local: Arcanix (1d20+6=14) - To figure out what the sword and knife are/are from.\n\n Knowledge Religion (1d20+4=5) - To figure out what the sword and knife are/are from.\n\n Knowledge History (1d20+4=7) - To figure out what the sword and knife are/are from.\n\nDid anything detect as evil? Items or implements used in evil acts (sacrifices, rituals etc) often retain an evil aura, as do those used for a long time by evil people or creatures.\n "
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Why thank you,\" trills Persis as she neatly catches the key. \"All right, let's see if this works, little shiny orby thingy.\" She attempts to unlock the chain holding the orb."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(Busy weekend)\n\nWalker just watches the going on's, and stays alert for any unwanted visitors."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Persis, the key fits nicely and turns easily. The lock opens with an audible click. As soon as its free, the orb shoots straight up throught the roof. You're not sure, but it almost sounded like the orb giggled as it was freed. Through the hole, you can see it hover above the house for a few moments, glow a bright, brilliant yellow and shoot off in a direction ((survival check to determine the direction))."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"You're welcome !\" Persis calls after the orb. \"Ungrateful spheroid. Help me out of here, will you please?\" She lifts up her arms to be pulled out of the hole.\n\n(Not even going to bother with the check, having a Wis penalty and no ranks.)"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann kneels down and picks up Persis, placing her neatly not far from the edge of the hole. He looks up at the orb that just shot it's way through the roof, and hmphs. He stands up and says \" Let's go. I want to check each room in this place before we leave. \" So saying, he stands up and strides out of the room.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nOkay.\n\n Survival Check (1d20+1=4) \n\nNow, I know actually going through and searching each room will be boring as hell, so can we just fastforward through the process? Cyrus, you can roll search checks for each of us, assuming the others agree to Cann's plan, and only actually say what happens if we find something?\n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker watches the orb fly through the roof, and then shoot away from us, (Survival 12 + 8 = 20). He will help with Persis if needed, but he doubts that will be necessary. Other than that he stays close to the girls, and again, watches for unwelcome guest. \" There's no way we got all of them. I guess they could have thought they were safe enough. \""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Walker, you notice that the orb flies off in a Northeasterly direction.\n\nA further search of the house reveals nothing really except a few worn paintings and some more jewels. You appear to have cleaned house, so to speak."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Caring little for treasures, Walker spends his time talking with the girls, trying to make them feel comfortable while Cann searches the house. Mostly just asking about their life before this incident, and being curtious."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Well, I was thinking we'd all go, but w/ever))\n\n Cann of the Mist \n\nCann carefully takes the paintings out of their frames, ties them with twine, and places them in his pouch. He adds whatever jewels, coins, or other small items of value to those already collected from the cultists. He returns to the small room with the others, and curtly says \" All clear. \" Assuming the others follow, he starts out on the quickest route out of the mansion. Once the group reaches the entrance, he motions them on, and says \" I will be with you shortly. \""
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nPersis follows along on the treasure hunt, making mental notes of which pieces are shiniest and most enticing so she is well informed when it comes time to divide the loot."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((So, back to town then?))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "(( I'm waiting to see if the group 'goes ahead' as cann has asked them to do. ))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(Walker fully intends to go along with Cann while he looks around the house. He just isn't interested in all the details of searching.)\n\nOnce we leave the building and Cann says to go ahead Walker stops, \" We've completed our task. It's not your property to decide what to do with. So, if you intend on burning it or any other such thing, then I'll be obligated to stop you. \" No evil smile, or threatening tone, just straight talk."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Burn it? Now that would be silly. It's real estate! It's a little hard to pick up and carry around, so we can't really divvy it up and put it in our pockets like we can with the shiny stuff we found, but except for that hole in the roof it's a perfectly good house. We should sell it to somebody and split the proceeds, I think.\" "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker smiles at Persis, \" I believe you missed my point. It is not our property to do anything with. We were charged with rescuing these fair ladies. \" Walker smiles and winks at the girls, \"That task is done. If the mayor wants to have the house burned OR sold, then that is his choice to make, not ours. \""
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann gestures over his shoulder, at the victorian staircase, and dark decor of the house, an errant piece of light from his shield glinting from a slightly lengthened tooth. \" Look at this place. It has hosted evil once, and it will again. The town is at risk unless it is destroyed. The mayor himself said that no-one has lived here since he was a small child, and with good reason. \" Cann grins, and that slightly feral something wavers, and then leaves his face, his demeanour becoming slightly more somber. \" But you are right, it is not my place. I shall reccomend it to the mayor, but other than that I will leave it's disposition up to him. \" He gestures toward the door. \" Shall we? \" Cann says, and with that walks out the door, stepping into the open air and taking a deep breath. Cloudfoot? I have some slightly shellshocked girls in need of a nice, easy ride to town. You up for it? "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker simply smiles with a nod, and follows Cann out. He makes a small effort to pull/prop the doors shut. He then retrieves his horse, leaving the large man to honor his word. Once on, he offers one of the girls a hand."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann watches Walker retrieve his horse from the woods, and then scans the treeline, looking for any enemies before the spell of light fades. He looks back, and starts walking toward Walker as he arrives with his horse. As Walker extends a hand to one of the girls, Cann steps in between the two, and slides the plated gauntlet with the symbol of Heironeous from his hand, stretching out the slightly battered fingers within. \" While I must thank you for advising me against my baser instincts back there, do not think me ignorant of your true nature. \" He pauses, and grimaces slightly, as if at the pain in his fingers. \" I will not question you about your past - you proved your motives in the destruction of those evil creatures back in the mansion. \" He looks up, his piercing blue eyes fixed on Walker's. \" I will, however, not let you put yourself in a position where you may be... tempted. The girls will ride with Persis and myself. Do you understand? \" On the last word, his eyes narrow slightly.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nFirst of all, Spot Check (1d20+11=17) - to notice anyone lurking.\n\nSecond of all, Diplomacy Check (1d20+13=23) - To determine how well this goes. I'm not saying that Walker automatically decides to go with it or against it based on the check, i'm saying the check determines how well Cann says it. A 1-10 for example, would mean Cann had said it with teeth clenched, muscles clenched, his heritage fighting at him to destroy Walker where he stands. But with a 23, he said it pretty well, and managed to get across that he's not looking for a fight, just not really sure of Walker yet, and doesn't want to risk the girls near such a potent source of what seems to be evil.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The surrounding area looks to be free of enemies."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"You're volunteering me for what now? Dorje's only a little pony, he can't carry one of them and me both. Why shouldn't he take one of the girls? I'm confused. Explain.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann turns to face Persis, and the slightly grim look on his face softens. \" I am sure we will talk about it - but now is neither the time nor the place. You are right, however. Dorje is a small pony. Cloudfoot can carry the two girls, and I shall walk. \" He turns and looks back up at Walker. \" Unless you wish to explain to Persis your true nature. \""
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker smiles at Cann, \" Why, I don't mind at all.\" Gracefully hopping from his horse and landing with ease, Walker turns to Persis, and as he begins to walk \" I imagine what Lord Cann is referring to, is my base evil nature. Something that resinates from my being a Vampire. Now mind you, I am not one of those pathetic half-breeds that attacked the town. I am a true Vampire . I believe this causes Lord Cann some problems. Although I could argue base nature versus true nature, I suppose I should allow some time here for questions. \"\n\nWalker walks in a circle during these statements, allowing him to look at everyone in turn as he talks, his primary focus is Persis though, since that is who he originally was addressing. From the stresses in the statement it is obvious Walker has no problem or fear of talking about himself, and that he has pride in being a Vampire, although he probably doesn't like being connected to what he called the half-breeds."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\n\" Aye. \" Cann says, his voice silky soft, with a bare hint of a growl. \" A vampire. And while we are having this little heart to heart, perhaps you could tell me why I shouldn't end your evil right here and now? \" Cann scowls slightly, his grip on the glove tightening, knuckles whitening."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Oh, is that the deal? Well, as long as you don't try to bite me I suspect we shall get along all right regardless. I'm really too small to be appetizing anyway. Although I don't know the first thing about vampires and maybe I'd make a good snack, but you probably could have tried any time, so unless you just happen not to be hungry today and that's not a usual thing I imagine I'm quite safe, aren't I? End his evil? Beg pardon? That doesn't seem like a polite thing to do at all. I thought you seemed so nice. Anyway, we're wasting time. If you really want to walk, Cann, it's no skin off my nose. I'd have a hard time keeping up on foot, of course. You people are so tall, it's really not fair.\" The halfling gives Dorje a squeeze with her knees and heads in the direction of the town, whistling a jaunty tune."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Watching Persis ride off Walker smiles and turns to Cann, his tone isn't threatening, but certainly confidant, \" You can try all you like Lord Cann, although I highly doubt you would succeed. Either way, know this, while I have no intentions of starting a conflict with you, I will do everything in my power to end it. With that said, would either one of you fair ladies like to join me, and save Lord Cann the agony of such a long walk? \" Walker stands near his horse waiting. Cann being an experienced warrior can tell Walker is not moving to draw any weapon, but is certainly in a stance ready to defend. The girls on the other hand probably only see the smile and an extended hand."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann looks back at the girls, and snorts, his face still slightly forbidding. \" For now I have another task, but we shall talk about this later, 'Walker'. \" His eyes narrow, and he seems to be about to say something else, but suddenly behind him there is a shimmering, and Cloudfoot daintily steps out from behind something that isn't there. Nearly all white, Cloudfoot shines with the light of the celestial realms for a few seconds, before muting herself back to the slightly more subdued colours of the material plane. She is already saddled and lowers her head and whickers at the two girls as if to say Hop on . She looks down her nose at Cann and whickers again, as if to say So what kind of trouble have you been getting into while i'm away, hmm? "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The girls give each other a nervous glance, but each one goes to a horse (not both on one).\n\nThe journey back is without incident. You notice as you walk towards town that the burning is all done and smoke is almost gone. The entire town seems to be waiting near the inn, their gazes looking north. Upon sight of the living twins, a big cheer goes up from the collected people. Sobbing, the girls run to their mother and the innkeeper shakes the hands of each party member.\n\n\"How can I ever thank you all for what you've done?\""
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Umm...so... despite Cann stopping them... they just kind of brushed past him and got on Walker's horse anyway? That's... Cann would have tried to stop them from doing that... I mean. *facepalm*))\n\nEDIT: ((You mean each girl got on a horse (one on walker's one on Cloudfoot) and both Walker and Cann walked? Cann would have been ok with that, although he would have been watching the vampire like a hawk.))\n\nEDIT EDIT: ((I need to know what happened before I can post))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker has no intentions of walking, just so you know."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((That last statement is actually quite funny.)) 😁"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(I know. I kept reading it thinking, 'Maybe I should rephrase that', but I didn't.)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((One girl on each horse. Also, I'm going tobe out of town for the weekend. I'll be back sometime Sunday so I'll post more then. For now, do some more character interaction if you are so inclined.))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Well, the whole point of Cann stepping in between the girls and Walker was to STOP them getting on the horse, considering that he's a vampire . So if one of them moves to get onto Walker's horse, could we please backtrack because no way in hell Cann would have just sat there and let that happen.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Very well.))\n\nOne girl moves to get onto Cann's horse and the other girl moves to get on Walker's horse."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "When Cann attempts to stop one of the girls from coming over Walker looks at Cann. \" Out of the two of us you have displayed the most violent, and aggressive behavior. You are the one who enjoys pummelling things to death. You should be thankful that either of the girls wants to ride with you. In fact, I don't even trust your horse not to throw them to the ground, and stomp on them. \"\n\nDismounting, \" Here girls ride this horse. I would feel much with you on your own horse. I'll just walk beside you if that is alright with you?\" \n\nWalker holds the reins and waits."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann scowls, and looks over at the vampire with foreboding in his grey-blue eyes. \" Insult me however you wish, vampire, but I swear by the Wandering One that if you speak badly of Cloudfoot again I will end you . \" Cloudfoot snorts at Cann, but he remains steadfast, eyes locked onto Walker."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker just chuckles and shakes his head. \" Ahh yes, aggressive and violent, \" is all Walker says, in a soft 'as I expected' tone, as he waits for the girls to mount the horse."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Will you two stop bickering, please?\" Persis calls, pausing Dorje long enough to twist around in her saddle and frown at her erstwhile compatriots. \"It's very tiresome.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann looks at Walker a moment longer, and then turns away, regarding the road ahead. Muttering to himself about 'mouthy vampires' and 'pushy halflings', he snaps a ceramic tile between two hands, and says \" Let's get going. \" He waits a few moments for the girls to mount the horses, and then with a hard look at Walker, starts walking down the road. Cloudfoot snorts at Cann's back, and follows, making sure the girl can stay on her back easily.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nLol, Walker is pretty annoying, hey? I see him as a Spike like character... also, I do believe the girls are mounting horses , not a horse . We've already been over that. \n\nSnapping a tile of Longstrider, in order to be able to keep up with the horses. The three hour duration should get us back to town.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Sorry for any delays in posting. School just started back up (my last semester, finally) and I'm feeling a little under the weather. Any more character interaction, or shall we skip ahead?))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((I'm ready to move on.))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Whatever the girls do is fine for Walker. He is quite content with the results. (Let's rock and roll)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Time for some copy/paste-age, heh))\n\nThe journey back is without incident. You notice as you walk towards town that the burning is all done and smoke is almost gone. The entire town seems to be waiting near the inn, their gazes looking north. Upon sight of the living twins, a big cheer goes up from the collected people. Sobbing, the girls run to their mother and the innkeeper shakes the hands of each party member.\n\n\"How can I ever thank you all for what you've done?\""
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann forces a smile at the gratitude of the townspeople, however he seems ill at ease. The only time the tension leaves his brow is when his eyes light on the girls, who seem to have recovered from the blankness they displayed in the manor. He absent-mindedly shakes the innkeeper's hand, and then if possible fades away from the celebration, seeking somewhere quiet to sit and think."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(Sorry about the delay. Unable to post and then took the weekend off.)\n\nKetharo smiles and nods. A lot of 'You're welcomes and It was no problems \". Mostly he just goes along with it."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nThe halfling, for her part, cheerfully accepts any and all adulation sent in her direction, although she also make a polite inquiry about the promised monetary reward."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"Of course, of course,\" says the innkeeper. \"Come in doors. Drinks for everyone!\" He declares as he walks indoors. He turns to the group once inside.\n\n\"Just sit down somewhere and I'll be out with your money in a bit. And thank you so much again for bringing my daughters back to us safely.\" He waddles off into a backroom and the old wizard comes up to the group, an intent look on his face.\n\n\"I sent my unseen servant to follow you and keep an eye on things. It didn't go indoors, but remained outside. Do you know what that object was that flew off into the distance shortly before you all emerged from the manor?\""
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann frowns.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nDetect Evil on the Wizard.\n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker smiles and follows along, but is very weary. No poison should effect him so he drinks, or appears to drink, what is brought to him, but keeps his ears peeled for anything out of the ordinary. He waits for Persis to answer the wizard."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The wizard is not evil."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"No idea. It was glowy and spherical and animate. Besides that we've got as much idea as you,\" says the halfling."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I don't remember if I've mentioned this at all. If not, I'm letting you know now and your characters will have this information. All of the people in this group of marauders had an insignia on a piece of clothing of a tower with a snake wrapped around it. Behind the tower is a black lightning bolt. All of the marauders with that weird purple armor/skin had snake tattoos on their foreheads. It is not coming into play now, I just wanted to make sure you all had that information.))\n\nThe wizard looks excited.\n\n\"It was spherical? Animate you said? It flew up into the sky of its own accord? This may sound odd but it didn't...speak at all did it? Or make any kind of noise?\""
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"It wasn't very talkative. It certainly ought to have thanked me, so if those things can talk we found an impolite specimen. I think I kind of heard it giggling, though.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The innkeeper comes back.\n\n\"Forgive me, I forgot to ask what you all wanted to drink. I'm still so overjoyed because my daughters were returned to me safely.\"\n\nThe innkeeper takes your orders and then walks away to get the drinks. The wizard talks again.\n\n\"This spherical object, the Cult of Recnar...do you all see what this means?!\""
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann raises one eyebrow. \" No. \""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The wizard looks around with a secretive look and then leans in.\n\n\"That was an Orb of Light! As their name implies, they will restore light to this land. They've lain dormant for a thousand years, and have now begun to awaken. If destroyed, Darkness will remain here forever. With the rescue of each Orb, a little more of a path to the Tower of Darkness will be revealed.\""
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann raises his eyebrow slightly higher, in fact it looks in danger of detaching and floating off to a life in the clouds. \" There are a lot of legends about the darkness, and the return of the light. How do you know of this? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nGah! Again! 487d6 plot damage!\n\nEDIT: I'm also faintly relieved we did the right thing letting it go.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Erm, I'm confused. Plot damage? Explain please, heh))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Just saying that you just hit me with plot damage.))\n\n((EDIT: You managed to advance the plot, and I, as a player, am against this, so I referred to it as 'plot damage'. Twas a not very funny joke. 😁 ))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker simply listens to the wizard with a little interest."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"I've made a habit over the many years I've been alive of studying ancient texts and history in general. I have contacts in Solarion, Arcanix, and even Nocturne. We stay in contact on a regular basis, and we've all been seeing signs that the time when Darkness will be banished or remain forever approaches. All of the ancient prophecies and legends speak of Orbs that will return light to the land. They have lain dormant for the past thousand years, only to begin to awaken. People will be drawn to them. If pure, innocent blood is shed over the orbs, the orbs will become corrupted and will instead make it impossible for the light to ever return.\""
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann frowns. \" That is what those vampires and their cohorts were attempting to do. They wore insignia too. Clearly they are part of a larger group, attempting to stop the return of the light. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nGah! The plot! It comes so fast and thick and keeps hitting me! Gah!\n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker looks at the wizard, So how many are there, and where are they located? "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"That much is up for much debate. No one is quite sure how many there are. I'm sure this cult,\" he says, pointing to one of the cult insignias, \"has something to do with it. The snake figures prominently for those who seem to be in charge. I'm not sure what significance that has ((Knowledge Ancient Relgion anyone?)), but perhaps one of my contacts in Solarion may know. When you reach Solarion, the library will be in the East Wing of the city. Ask for Kruger, and take an insignia and this drawing with you.\" He passes an insignia and the drawing of the snake from the forehead of one of the purple plated figures across the table. \"And keep your eyes out for any signs of kidnapping or conflict, as it will most likely be tied into the orbs.\"\n\n((Some more plot damage Cann? How are those Plot HP's lookin? 😁))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\n\" Wait. \" Cann says, staring down at the insignias and the table. \" I never agreed to go to Solarion. I have duties back in Arcania that await my return. \""
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker just sort of grins, then returning to his normal expression, No one is forcing you to come. I'm sure Persis and I can handle it. "
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"It sounds very exciting!\" says the halfling brightly. \"And you know what, I bet rescuing innocent people even if we're doing it to save orbs is probably a pretty good racket. Fewer people to split it with if you don't come along. And less bickering about whose horse the innocent rescuees have to ride on for me to listen to!\" "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann casts his eyes over the rest of the 'group'. \" But then again, leaving this information only in the hands of a mercenary halfling and a... person with a few things to hide. \" Cann thinks for a few moments, and then seems to come to a decision. \" This information needs to reach the Solarion high command. I can save more lives by directing their attention towards the orbs rather than their war with the nocturne. If you can get a message to the Arcanix, I will perform this service for you. \""
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"I'm not a mercenary,\" protests Persis. \"I'm an opportunist .\" "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": " \"And when have I hidden anything. Ask and you shall recieve.\" Looking at Persis, \" He must be talking about some other people.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The wizard nods.\n\n\"I can get a message to anyone in Arcanix, good paladin. Besides, it appears the orbs have chosen you three for this task. One way or another, I'm sure you'd be drawn back to the orbs, anyway.\""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Bumpity, you guys still around?))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((I'm here, just got nothing I can think of to say. We got how much gold apiece?))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann thinks for a few more moments, and then says \" I will pen a message to be sent to Master Greyblood of the Order of Protectors. If you can assure me the message will reach Master Greyblood, then I shall journey to the Solarion capital. \" Cann nods, and sits down at a nearby table, penning a letter while Cloudfoot looks on through a window."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(Sorry rough week last week, and no access this weekend.)\n\nWalker is quite content with this new task. Exploring the world is what he lives for. He just spends the evening talking and carousing. Just enjoying the company. 😁"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The mage snaps his fingers.\n\n\"Payment was promised I believe.\"\n\nHe tosses a bag onto the table.\n\n\"1,500 gold to be split among the group that went was what was agreed upon, I believe.\"\n\nThe mage takes the note from Cann when he's done penning it.\n\n\"Alan!\" he calls out harshly.\n\nA young man comes stumbling into the room.\n\n\"Yes Master?\" he asks, expectant.\n\n\"You are being charged with delivering this message to Master Greyblood of the Order of the Protectors in Arcanix. While there, get in contact with Fenix, if at all possible. Give him these.\"\n\nHe hands Alan rolled up parchment.\n\n\"Tell him that I would appreciate if he would contact me once he's done examining those items and give me any insights or suspicions.\"\n\nAlan nods and practically sprints out to the stables.\n\n\"Was there anything else you all needed?\" the mage asks, his attention turning back towards the group."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker would indicate that he needed nothing else as he talks to the twins. 😎"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann gives the old mage a head-bow. \" No, you have been more than kind. I shall relay this message to the Solarion High Command as soon as fast as I am able, and then return to the lands of the Arcanix. \" Cann looks across at the halfling and vampire. Strange companions indeed. "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Watcha all up to? The balls in your court so to speak.))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Still just carousing. Walker's not really interested in anything, or anyone particular. Now several someone's might peek his interest. 😉\n\nOther than that he'll get his cut of the reward from Persis later."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nPersis tugs on Cann's sleeve. \"So, hey,\" she says brightly, \"you were saying \"mercenary\" like it was a bad thing before, so, does that mean you don't want your share of the gold we got? Or do you want your cut? Because you can have a third of it if you waaaaant, but I'm sure me and Walker would not mind at all if you didn't want to taint your hands with money, or whatever it is you think gold does that's bad.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann quirks an eyebrow at the little halfling, for the first time that night humour entering his eyes. \" No, I do not think that gold would 'taint' me, Persis. \" He says very seriously, crouching on his heels down to her level. \" What taints the soul is what men will do for gold, or power, or to fulfill their desires, not the metal itself. \" Cann gestures, and a golden coin bearing the mark of the Arcanix appears between two of his mailed fingers. It dances across his fingers, flashing in the light. \" Indeed, gold is quite pretty. \" He says, eyes watching the coin is it flicks back and forth across his knuckles."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nThe halfling giggles at the show of sleight of hand. \"You should teach me how to do that. Okay, here's a third of the gold.\" She counts out 500GP for him. \"We should probably all go on mini shopping trips before we hit the road. This won't buy much gear but it'd cover some healing potions or something. Those are always good to have when one is on a perilous adventure risking life and limb, don't you think?\" She winks and skips away.\n\nPersis then spends the remainder of the evening trying to trap a live mouse or rat, which she will use as a test subject for the potion she collected in the house to determine if her vials are best used as splash weapons or useful potions to take herself."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Quick note Persis. The town you are in has been <i>decimated.</i> You're not likely to find many supplies here, although you could ask. As far as the mouse/rat thing goes, make a spot check and a handle animal check if you have it.))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\n\" Indeed. \" Cann says, quirking an eyebrow for a second before tossing the coin up into the air and catching it, only to open his hand and let it return to his side, empty. As he looks around the room, his more somber mood returns, and he sits back at the table, continuing to compose the letter to Lord Greyblood. After he finishes it, he will request a simple meal from the innkeep, and then retire to a corner to finish it. The entire time he keeps an eye on Walker, as best he is able.\n\nIf he notices Persis catching a rat, he will keep an eye on her. When he sees her giving it potions, or preparing to do so, he will go and have a 'word' with her about magical experimentation on animals, and continue to calmly argue with her until she gives up or the world ends.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nEvery time Cann says 'Indeed' you are to think Teal'c.\n\nFrom Stargate.\n\nYou heard me.\n\n Spot - (1d20+17)[ 26 ] - to keep an eye on Walker and Persis.\n "
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nSpot: 18-5=13\nHandle Animal: Untrained, 9-1=8\n\nThat probably fails, so she'll then ask the inkeeper if he has any mousetraps that might have left a mouse alive.\n\nAnd although she will happily chat with Cann about ethics, she will also not take anything he says into account while deciding what to actually do, and if he attempts to physically restrain her, he'll have a fight on his hands."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "(waits for DM)\n\n(Cann doesn't make a move to physically restrain Persis, and this whole situation only pops up if he spots her doing something to some poor tiny vermin. And that only happens if you catch one. And if you do we'll roleplay it. 🙂 )"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You see a rat near the corner of the inn, but as you get closer, it goes scurrying into a little hole in the wall.\n\n\"I don't really have any mlousetraps at the moment, little halfling,\" the innkeeper tells you.\n\n\"There are bound to be some mice or rats in the cellar that you could try and catch.\" The innkeeper gives a little shrug, delivers Cann his food and goes back to his family."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nThe halfling goes down into the cellar in search of hapless vermin. ((Can I try to catch one with a Dexterity check or an attack roll, instead of skill checks for things I suck at?))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You see a rat near the corner of the inn, but as you get closer, it goes scurrying into a little hole in the wall.\n\n\"I don't really have any mousetraps at the moment, little halfling,\" the innkeeper tells you.\n\n\"There are bound to be some mice or rats in the cellar that you could try and catch.\" The innkeeper gives a little shrug, delivers Cann his food and goes back to his family."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann frowns as he sees the halfling heading down to the cellar. What is she up to now... Cann shakes his head and turns back to his food. He is already mentally exhausted from dealing with recalcitrant vampire and the troublemaking vampire for just one day. He can't imagine what this trip will be like."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(Still here 😎 )\n\nWalker is interested in carousing, and enjoying the evening. Sleep is irrelavent, so he talks to everyone he can.\n\n(In other words, Walker's ready to go when everyone else is.)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Persis, you find some rats and mice in the cellar. Go ahead and make an attack roll to grab one.\n\nWalker, you notice a drunk townsman stumble from the inn and out the door."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\n(I'm rolling this with the bonuses I'd get for an unarmed strike. If it should be something else let me know.)\n\n15+5+4=24"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((While Cann won't follow the crazy halfling, he will follow the vampire. Cause the vampire is the one he is watching - so if Walker leaves, don't just fast forward ahead, assume Cann follows.))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((I am not crazy! I just want to know whether I should *drink* my mysterious potion or throw it at my enemies!))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Although Walker watches the man stumble away with a 'I wondering where he's going in a town that's been destroyed', sort of look, he returns his attention to conversations with the fairer sex."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Persis, you get your hands on a rat. ((I believe grapples with them automatically succeed because of their size, but I could be wrong.))\n\nWalker, your conversation ((was it with one of the twins?)) goes well for the most part ((go ahead and make a Diplomacy check))."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nPersis gets out one of the vials of potion she collected and tips a drop of it onto her rodential captive."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann finishes the letter, and seals it with an imprint from his ring, the mark of the arcanix slashed with the seal of his house easy to see on the imprint of the sealing wax. He delivers the letter to the mage, and thanks the man, before heading outside, sitting against the wall of the inn, and stroking Cloudfoot's nose while looking up at the stars."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "With the twins. With anyone who wants to talk. Mostly enjoys talking and flirting with women though.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDiplomacy : untrained, but a roll of 16, and whatever natural bonuses there are.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Light or dark potion Persis?))\n\nWalker, one of the twins seems to be paying more attention to you than the other, although you are getting along well with a few different men and women.\n\nCann, the wizard nods to you and hands the letter to Alan, who takes off immediately on the long trek to Arcanix."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((The one that turned the floor into rock, first. I'll test the other two on other rats later. And she's going to keep chasing rats until she nabs enough to be victims of all her sinister experiments, so we could probably call that taking 20 on her attack rolls.))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "(Ahh, the perils of travelling with dr hyde. 😁 )\n\n(Cann is just going to watch the stars for a period of time and then go back into the inn, check on walker to make sure he's not eating people, and then get a room and sleep the night.)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Persis, the one potion turns a rat into stone. The black potion seems to flat out kill another rat, and the white one doesn't seem to do much to another rat you captured."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nPersis will keep all three rats - the stone one as an interesting figurine and to see if it ever wears off, the dead one to see if it turns into some kind of undead rat later on or just stays dead (she'll keep it tied to something, in case of the former), and the third, healthy rat (which she will keep well away from her rations, but feed periodically) in case it manifests any unusual effects later on. She'll chuck the dead rat in a few days when it starts to smell if nothing happens to it.\n\nHaving conducted her sinister experiments, she will then retire for the night and wake up bright and cheery the next morning.\n\nAlso, she's going to name the live rat Lucky."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker spends his time in recreation, then keeps watch as the others sleep."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "When the suns comes up, well you know, Walker will knock on Cann's and Persis' doors if they are not already awake.\n\n \"SunRise!\" "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann steps out of the room, rubbing sleep from his eyes. His dreams had been fraught with terrifying visions, as they usually were after he vanquished something that was drawn to him or him to it, like a moth to a candle flame. He looks slightly odd without his armour on, but that is probably because you have never seen him without it. \" The sun has not risen for nigh on four hundred years - and I doubt it will rise in my lifetime. \" Cann says as he opens the door, grouchy with dark half-circles under his eyes. He pauses for a few moments and then a rare grin emerges. \" Well, probably not in my lifetime, anyway. \" He pokes an intrusive finger at Walker. \" So what are you doing bringing back the sun? Very noble and all that, but I was under the impression your kind liked the dark, and were incapable of emotions like 'compassion' and 'honour'. \" Cann grins as he says this, as if challenging a vampire while at ease in his smallclothes was not the height of stupidity\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nHeh. Chuck Norris. Heh.\n "
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Good morning, the both of you,\" trills Persis cheerfully as she emerges from her room. \"So where are we going first and which direction is it?\" "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker smiles and looks back and forth as if trying to figure out who to answer first. Then decides, Just because we are in darkness doesn't mean the sun hasn't risen. I can feel the change. I suppose we are going to head for Solarion, and it's that way. Walker points over his shoulder. There's plenty of dark, even when the sun comes out. Like mother always said, 'Enjoy the fruits of your labour, but do not become greedy, for you will lose all you have.' As far as honour and compassion go I have more than enough, and to once again point out the obvious, you have no idea who 'my kind' are. \n\nAs Walker turns to head down the stairs, Now get your scrawny ass covered and come have some breakfast. "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann grins, closes the door, and comes down a few minutes later wearing his armour. He appears happy, the only tme his smile had quirked was when walker referred to his ass as 'scrawny'. He sits down at the breakfast table almost obnoxiously happy, and consumes a large quantity of whatever the inn has to offer. He gives a smile and a nod, or a wink and a bow, to all he meets on his way, and once done with his breakfast leaves a hearty tip and steps out to the yard, and whistles up Cloudfoot from the celestial realms. \" Are you all ready then? \" He asks, raising his eyebrows and casting his eyes across the two others."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nThe halfling also has a - relatively - large breakfast, and then heads out to saddle up Dorje, surreptitiously checking on her rat collection while she's unsupervised and then putting them away and riding out to the front of the inn. \"I'm all set!\" she announces."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker sits at the table and enjoys watching his companions fill themselves. He talks with the barmaids and responds to any conversation. When breakfast is done he'll wait on the porch while Cann summons his mount and Persis readies her pony.\n\nIn response to Cann's inquiry Walker looks down at his brown and green clad body and responds, As always .\n\n(Changing colors)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You all set out early the next \"morning\" after breakfast. Persis, your stone rat is still stone, the dead rat is still dead and the live rat is still alive. The next two days go by fine and then on the second night...\n\n((Figure out watches and then have the person on second watch make a spot check))."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n As the first night approaches, and a suitable campsite has been selected: \n\nCann sits by the fire, a stew bubbling in a pot over the open flame. He stirs it slowly, and then announces \" Seems to be done. \" Ladling from the little pot, half into a small bowl, half into a larger bowl, he takes a wrapped package, a short loaf, and rips it into two pieces, again with the same kind of ratio. \" Dinner's ready! \" He calls out to Persis."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Gonna take a wild guess here, gotta keep my psychic seer powers in shape,\" says Persis. \"Iiiiiit's stew and bread. How exciting! I really wish I knew how to cook.\" She takes her bowl and her bread and sets to eating them. \"So, how much sleep do you need? I'm gonna guess that our tall dark 'n bloodthirsty friend doesn't need any so he could keep watch all night but since you don't have a history of liking efficient solutions as far as he's concerned have you got an alternate plan that lets me get eight consecutive hours of shuteye?\" "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker walks up and smiles at Persis, Isn't that supposed to be handsome? he says jokingly. Then leaning against a nearby tree, I can make due with about 4 hours of sleep every now and again. Other than that I'd be happy to keep watch ."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann dips the heel end of the bread into the stew, and thoughtfully munches on it. He raises an eyebrow in Walker's direction as he mentions shuteye. \" I was under the impression that your kind didn't sleep. \" He says, leaning slightly to the left and watching Walker slightly worriedly. \" You getting sick or something? \" He says, seriously, worriedly, and then his face goes blank for a few seconds before he cracks up, falling over backwards off the log he was sitting on, nearly toppling the stew from it's precarious perch, finding this far too funny. Cloudfoot looks at him disapprovingly. After a short period of giggling, he finally gets back up, and looks around at the group. \" What? Didn't you get it? He's a vampire. It's hilarious. \" Cann chuckles a few more times, and then shaking his head at the lack of sense of humour in the people around him, goes back to eating his stew. \" Cloudfoot can take the first watch - I'll take the second. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+7)[ 16 ] - Do vampires sleep. I mean seriously.\n\n (1d20+8)[ 10 ] - Profession: Cook check to see how gud da food iz.\n\nTo clarify - when he says Cloudfoot will take the first watch, he means a four hour watch where he will grab some sleep. Then he will take a 6 hour watch so Cloudfoot can go to the celestial realms and get some sleep and r&r there. This is how they do it when they travel (which Cann does a lot, being a Sentinel of the Arcanix). Cann tends to doze in the saddle.\n\nEDIT: Cann is going to shoot another Detect Evil off at Walker - seriously, how evil is Walker? You said soul-numbing bone-chilling horror-evil before, but the way he is acting, he isn't that evil. Unless he is keeping up a carefully nurtured masquerade (Which, I do believe, would require some Bluff checks opposed by my Sense Motive checks) for the sole purpose of fooling those around him. Currently, his actions label him as True or Lawful Neutral. If he serves an evil purpose and has no compunction about doing evil actions for that purpose (god, cause, vendetta, etc) then he would be bumped down to Neutral Evil, because his past evil actions and evil intentions would be staining his mostly neutralness.\n\nOf course, we could just be running into the old 'All vampires are evil' clause in the monster manual (put there, I suspect, to stop the gothshakes of the world becoming dhampirs or 'good vampires' endlessly and tragically fighting the blah of their blah etc blah). Personally, I think that 'all vampires are evil' clause is stupid. I wouldn't allow someone to play a as undernourished character as the ol' 'vampire turned good' without a twist or unless they would actually play it properly instead of being melodracrapic at every turn. But that doesn't mean all vampires are evil. I'd say they start off neutral, mostly, or whatever alignment they were, but the exigencies of their lives as vampires mean they usually either perish or turn evil after a couple hundred years.\n\nSo, basically what i'm saying is i'd like to either actually hear a more fitting alignment from my detect evil (love that class ability, bythe****ingway) or have to start making sense motive checks. Cause the way you're playing him now ain't evil. So either he's evil pretending to be neutral (ala bluff checks) or he's neutral/not super evil just regular size evil.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I do tend to operate under the evil clause, however, Walker can (and may have) chosen a different alignment, which is fine.))\n\n((Also, I think vampires need some form of rest every now and again, although I'm not sure on that one.))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker actually smiles at Cann's joke and outburst.\n\nThen replies, No, I'm fine. I had a cold once, but that was a long time ago. It's up to you if you want to give up the opportunity to grab some shut-eye. \n\n(Several notes;\nWalker is not riding on this trip. He runs/jogs along side the group weaving in and out of the trees.\n\nWhen it is required for Walker to sleep he will do so when Cloudfoot is on watch, and as always he sleeps in the trees.\n\nOther than that Walker is up and either walking a perimeter around camp or perched up in a tree watching over the camp.)"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Cloudfoot? Cloudfoot's a horse ,\" objects Persis. \"Maybe the smartest horse in the world, but until he learns to talk so he can say such helpful things as \"hey you lot there's a mess of kobolds north-northeast\" or \"'scuse me sorry to wake you but we have company in the form of some flesh-eating wolverines who are glowing orange for some reason oh dear\" I don't think that will do. Walker has got the advantage here.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann sends a withering look in Persis' direction as he mops up the last of the stew with his bread. Taking a scholarly air, and waving the bread around to punctuate his points, he elucidates. \" Discounting the fact that Cloudfoot is a her , the differences between Cloudfoot and a normal horse should be extremely apparent. Cloudfoot is what many arcanists refer to as an outsider - a being not from this plane. Cloudfoot hails from Celestia, the eternal heavens of the Good Gods. \" Cann's eyes get a little misty and fanboyish as he mentions this. He coughs, and gets back to the topic at hand. \" Cloudfoot is not an ordinary horse, in any sense of the word. \" Cann raises an eyebrow in Persis' direction, and pops down the last of the stew-soaked bread. \" And that is why she can stand watch. As to why I don't trust Walker to take the watches, \" Cann assumes a laconic, laid back stance, and holds up one hand, holding out two fingers and counting out his points on them. \" One, he is evil. Two, he is a vampire. Did I have enough reasons for you there or should I go on? He isn't turning on us only because we suit his current purposes? He would have no compunction slitting our throats as we slept if it benefited him in some way? \" Cann suddenly sits all the way up, and gestures to Walker. \" Isn't that right? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nI believe that vampires, like all undead, don't need to sleep, eat, drink, or breathe. I can't remember if during the 'day' they go into a kind of stasis, but probly with this eternal darkness that would be dealt with anyway. What I want to know is with a 16 on his Knowledge: Religion check would Cann know anything about this?\n\nAlso, i've been puzzling over how an EL 5 character manages to have a LA +8 template, but i'n guessing Walker has either the Half-Vampire template or has taken 'levels' in the vampire progression. I'm not even going to TRY and guess how you got those insane plus's to hit and damage though.\n "
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"I don't care where she's from or what kind of super-special-not-exactly-quite-a-horse she is. She can't talk, which means she can't tell us what's going on. And as far as Walker being evil is concerned, I haven't personally seen him doing anything evil. Actually, from what I've personally seen all I can say is he's a lot less annoying than you are, although granted being annoying isn't necessarily an indication of anything one way or the other. And him being a vampire is why he can take watch without losing needed sleep over it.\" "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker watches Persis and Cann go back and forth with a slight look of amusement, then decides to answer Cann's question in the break.\n\n\" If I told you that, that wasn't right, you wouldn't believe me anyway, and if I told you it was right, well then you'd have reason to try and kill me. So, I don't really see the value in answering that particular question.\n\nAlso, may I point out that the reason you haven't tried to kill me, is because I suit your current purpose at this time. So really, you are just talking in circles right now.\n\nAs far as watch is concerned, I'll let you two figure out whether Cloudfoot can have a watch or not, but don't worry Persis, you will be protected. \" Walker remains leaning against the tree once he is finished."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Thank you,\" says the halfling sunnily to Walker. \"I'm too tired to argue anymore. I'm going to sleep.\" She checks on all her rats, and, assuming there is no change with any of them, feeds Lucky and goes to sleep."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann just raises an eyebrow as Persis declaims the advantages of traveling with a bloodsucking force of evil. He does, however, turn to Walker as Walker speaks, and seems on the edge of a nice long chuckle. \" Walker, it seems you do not understand me at all. \" Cann says, laughter dancing merrily in his eyes. \" I do not refrain from fighting you simply because it 'suits my purposes'. Indeed, no paladin true to his honour would let a being of evil walk free because it 'suited his purposes'. I do not seek to destroy you, Walker, simply because you have shown none of the signs of evil that I have been taught vampires seek instinctually. I am willing to give you the benefit of doubt. But I am not willing to give you my trust. \" Cann waves a finger in Walker's direction, grins, and rolling over falls asleep. Standing right next to him, her white coat almost luminous in the moonlight, Cloudfoot whickers distrustfully at Walker, and then takes a post at a nearby tree keeping an eye on the camp and the road at the same time.\n\n Nearly four hours later :(assuming nothing else happens)\n\nCann yawns, stretches, and looks up into the blackness. \" Yes, Cloudfoot, i'm awake. \" He stretches, a few joints popping in slightly strange ways. \" Mostly. \" He says, and blinks a few times. Cloudfoot pokes him a few more times with her nose to make sure he's up, and while Cann slowly buckles his armour into place, she wearily fades out of view taking that step to the left and twist 90 degrees that takes her out of this plane and onto the seven mounting heavens of celestia. Cann pauses for a few moments, thinking about that fabled place. He shrugs, and stretches, his mind turning to the one time he has visited Solarion before this, as a neophyte just before he met his mentor, Jak Gallows, Merry Jak, and occasionally, Farstrider Gallows of the Ebon Order, trusted message-bearer of the High Council.\n\nCann sits down by the fire, stirring the ashes, runed longsword laid against the log that marks this somewhat gloomy campsite, the white and gold of his paladin vestments somewhat dimmed by the deeper darkness of the 'night'. With a sigh, he builds up the fire, letting it's faint light wash over him, and then, turning away from it, looks out into the darkness, keeping an eye out for anything approaching the camp site, and thinking, about strange and many things.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+16)[ 18 ] - Spot Check.\n\n (1d20+14)[ 31 ] - Listen Check\n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker spends his time moving from tree to tree. Sitting there for some time watching. Jumping down to the ground, and walking around the camp, then suddenly springing back into the trees and disappearing, and later jumping back down from a tree on the opposite side, and repeating the process.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpot:\nRoll 12 + 23 = 35\n\nListen:\nRoll 10 + 23 = 33\n\nHide:\nRoll 15 + 26 = 41\n\nMove Silent:\nRoll 14 + 26 = 40\n "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n\nI'm officially calling bull**** on Walker. +23 on a spot check? +26 on a hide check?\n\nAssuming Walker has 4 levels of the Vampire Savage Progression and is a 1st level whatever, then Walker would have for Hide: 4 (skill ranks) + 6 (Dex: 18 base dex +2 vampire attribute bonus + 2 magic) + 4 (Vampire Skill Bonus) + 2 (Masterwork Skill Tool - Complete Scoundrel(I think)) = For a grand total of +16 to hide. Add maybe a Skill Focus, for a +3. However Walker has not enough feat slots for all 4 skills.\n\nExperiment. Level 5 Whatever + Full vampire template - 8 (Skill Ranks) + 7 (Dex) + 8 (Vampire Skill Bonus) + 2 (Masterwork Skill Tool) = 25.\n\nWhat I want to know is, how the hell did you get your skills that high at EL 5, or why the hell ain't I ECL 13? 🫤\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I will say that Walker is using a Vampire template my friend came up with. As he levels, he gets more vampire abilities. I will also say those numbers do seem a little high.))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "That was a little confusing, but I finally figured it out. It appears my belief that the spoilers were reserved for only the GM to look at was wrong. Guess I'll have to go back and see what all I've been missing about everyone's characters.\n\nSince Cyrus has issue I guess I'll have to just put all my characters secrets out there for all to see. Well, I could put it in a spoiler, but that wouldn't really help now would it.\n\nWalker using Cyrus' template:\n+10 misc. bonus to Listen, Search, and Spot\n+8 misc. bonus to Sense motive, Move silent, and Hide\n\nBecause this is Walker third time in the campaign that has never been finished Cyrus has allowed him to keep his levels. That means he has 10 ranks in Hide, Listen, Move, and Spot. He has 6 ranks in Search, and 2 in Sense motive. Walker also has a misc bonus of +10 in Jump, because of Vampire template and boots.\n\nTherefore:\nSpot:\nRoll 12 + 23 = 35\nBreaks down into; Roll 12 + 10 misc + 10 ranks + 3 ability = 23 total.\n\nListen:\nRoll 10 + 23 = 33\nBreaks down into the same above.\n\nHide:\nRoll 15 + 26 = 41\nBreaks down into; Roll 15 + 8 misc + 10 ranks + 8 ability(Oh! Did I forget that part. Walkers Dex is a 26 based on template, giving him a +8 stat bonus, and so later no question arises about attack/damage Walker has a 28 strength, also following template, so he has a +9 stat bonus there.) back to total = 41\n\nMove Silent:\nRoll 14 + 26 = 40\nBreaks down into the same above.\n\nIs this enough explaining or would anyone like to know more about Walker?????\n\nEdit below;\nAs a note Cyrus those numbers may appear high to you because I rarely use Walker's full bonuses. That may be why you are recalling lower numbers for Walker. If you need me to send you the link to Walker again let me know."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n\nI simply use spoilers for OOC comments/chat/rules jargon to make it neater. If I had something private, I would PM it to Cyrus. If you didn't want me to look in your spoilers, you should have PM'd it to him, or written some warning above it. Sorry about this anyway, but i've always been the rules lawyer in irl games and that tends to become a bit of a habit.\n\nSo, let me get this straight. Walker is ECL ? The vampire template (LA+8) gives a +8 to Bluff, Hide, Listen, Move Silently, Search, Sense Motive, and Spot checks. This is a racial bonus. In order to have 10 ranks, you need to be level 7.\n\nCyrus says you are using a custom vampire template, which is all well and good. I don't have access to this template, and I would very much like to see it. However, just inferring from what you've written there, it gives you a +2 bonus more to three skills but a -8 bonus less to one skill than the vampire template. Assuming a base score of 18 in both strength and dex (actually impossible using our pointbuy) +2 magic in both (possible this time, but only if walker is willing to burn 8000gp on stat increasing items, not even leaving enough for a +1 sword), then this template has to give Walker at least +8 to strength and +6 to dexterity, when the vampire template only gives +6 Str and +4 Dex. I don't know any other differences between this template and the SRD Vampire Template , or any mitigating factors that this template has, but from what I can see it is as powerful as or more powerful than the SRD vampire template.\n\nMakes me wonder how long those other two campaigns went for, 😦 , because adding seven levels of whatever to a LA 8+ Vampire template makes you around ECL, or Effective Character Level, 15.\n\nAnd that makes the level 5's slightly pointless. So I would very much like to see this vampire template, and just really kind of know what's going on here, cause if we're in a party with a level 15 it makes anything we do vaguely pointless.\n\nAlso,\n \n Originally Posted by d20srd \n Undead do not breathe, eat, or sleep. \n \n\n So Walker doesn't actually need to sleep, unless you're playing it that way.\n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Part of the reason I chose Cyrus' template was so that my character couldn't be rules lawyered. I simply enjoy making a character and playing it. I've noticed though that around here, once you post 4 or 5 rolls and maybe a use a feat, everyone seems to suddenly know exactly what you are playing, your stats, and everything else about your character. Frankly I depise this. If I wanted everyone to know everything about my characters I would post a public link to the character sheets.\n\nLooking back at your post I wondered how your 5th level had a +16 I think it was to your spot, but I really don't care and wouldn't bother to call you out about it. It is the GM job to call players on stats or rolls that look off. Otherwise everyone might as well just post public links to their characters.\n\nI don't see how Walker makes everything you do pointless, since he is not even attempting to lead the party, or attempting to fight every bad guy, or using his full bonuses most of the time, or giving information about the campaign that he already knows. The only reason I used his full bonuses that time is because Cann is awake, and Walker didn't feel like giving him a shot at killing him.\n\nI'll save Cyrus the grief of figuring out what to do, because if he gives in and shows the template, I'll quit the game. If he doesn't show the template you'll either quit or keep complaining. So, I'll just quit now and maybe he will be able to finally finish this campaign. I've busted my ass trying to keep parties together and keep this thing going to see the end of the journey, and if I have to quit to make that happen then so be it."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((Please don't quit. I for one don't care how Walker gets his bonuses as long as he's not showboating or breaking the DM's rules whatever those may be. I don't want to be in a campaign with only two characters, either.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I too don't want to see anyone quit. I don't want to say thing beyond this as something I say may be construed as favoritism. This seems like a damned if I do, damned if I don't. If perhaps you two could set aside some time and talk, via aim or pm or some such, perhaps we can move on.))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Sigh. Walker, I don't want you to quit. I don't want anyone to quit. The only thing I want is to understand what is going on and make sure everyone has the rules correct. I don't want to know everything about Walker, and even if I did i'm very good at keeping ooc and ic knowledge separate. I just want to know what is going on here, how this template works, etc. I don't want Walker to be level 15 because then if there's a challenge for level 5's then Walker is in no danger, and indeed the level 5's are in very little danger, because Walker is there. And if there's something that's a challenge for level 15's, then the level 5's can do nothing, and just hope the level 15 wins. Also, it makes all this tension between Walker and Cann pointless, since if Cann ever actually steps in and tries to stop Walker doing something, or if Walker ever decides to just kill Cann, then there's not going to be a competition, so it makes any roleplaying along that line pointless since the whole 'rampantly opposed alignments working together out of necessity' 'badly matched roommates' thing is based around neither one being able to just murder the other at will.\n\nBut if Walker's not level 15, or there's something else about his character or the template that explains how all this works, or there's some reason for Walker being level 15, then that's fine. And, I mean, look at it this way - better a few days discussion now, and then it's all settled and everything rather than us playing through half of the campaign before someone having a giant ****storm over the fact you've been level 15 for the entire thing.\n\nSo, look. Don't just go, hang around and let me figure out what you're doing there, and once I know what's going on, and i've made sure it's all correct (another day or two, tops) we'll be back and track and it'll all be fine.))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((I'm level 7, not level 5. We were allowed to keep our levels from previous iterations of this campaign. We'll even out eventually, regardless of where Walker actually is, and especially with the inclusion of liberal story awards *cough cough*. That having been said, Rejakor, you're being ridiculous: it isn't your job to police us about anything, and drawing the game to a halt, however temporary, to settle your accusation of another player cheating, is not constructive. Furthermore, while I don't think you're in the wrong, LightBringer, you *could* just show him your template and that would probably end the issue too. I for one will send my character sheet to anyone who wants to see it. I used to keep mine publicly available on my own site before I had to change hosting situations, and I never had problems.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((*Sigh* I sincerely hope this gets resolved. I doubt anyone would be up for restarting this campaign again . I would try and help one way or another, but I will be gone for the weekend starting in like 15 mins and I'll be back on Sunday. Alicorn, Rejakor, if perhaps the two of you could get in contact with LightBringer, see if things can be resolved and we can move on, that would be great. If things stay fallen apart, let me know if anyone is interested in carrying on ((I can always try recruiting for a few days)) or starting over or what have you. If not, best of luck to all of you in future endeavors))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Sending the template would actually ruin everything. It would allow another player access to the secrets Walker has, and I would also feel like I was being 'policed' as you put it. I made Walker up with Cyrus. I double checked everything with him before I brought him forward into this version of the campaign. In fact Walker lost a couple abilities on the way.\n\nWhat I will say about the template is this. It is not just a race like the Vampires in the MM. It is actually more like a prestige class. Where Walker gains abilities as he levels. Shoot there are a couple things Vampires can do that Walker can't. Admittedly there are some perks for Walker. Like the stat issue. Walker recieves a bonus to his stats as he levels, it's not just one chunk.\n\nHonestly, my favorite part of the game is trying to figure out who and what the other players are. It's harder for me because I don't have all the books, and I don't track down stuff on the net, and I avoid checking the rolls, and feats used, unless of course the feat is obvious, like cleave. Right now all I could tell you about Rejakor is that he is some sort of Paladin, and he prefers pummelling his evil opponents to death. Right now Walker thinks that it's some kind of replacement for sexual activity. 🤨 As Persis' goes, he knows she is a psi, but no idea about which abilities she has beyond the two, I think she has used. She seems nice enough, but you know what they say about the quiet ones. 😉\n\nIf the template becomes available all that is lost for me. I don't have to watch what Walker does for fear of giving something away. No one will have to watch and learn because they will already know, and I'll know they already know. It greatly effects his ability to lie and manipulate, or is that just another version of bull****ting. 😁\n\nAs far as tension between Walker and Cann, did you miss the part where I said the only reason I used Walker's full bonuses was because Cann is awake. In my opinion the holy stuff is already unbalanced. Even being a higher level Walker has barely survived some of those area effect holy powers from you and from previous groups. Walker in no way takes Cann lightly, and if you count the horse too, which I'm fairly sure can fight as well, Walker surely wouldn't try to kill Cann in a face to face.\n\nIf Cyrus believes Walkers adversely effects the game, and wants to redo some aspects of Walker I'm fine with that, but I do not need or want another player making sure I'm following the rules. I've been playing this game over 20 years I know the rules. As far as challenge, why must an encounter have to be for level 5's or level 15's, which Walker is not. What rule says we can't have level 10 encounter's that challenge the group, or some mix that is designed to make the group cooperate, and use each character's abilities. It's Cyrus' job to make these things happen, and to keep things fair."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((Would it be a bad idea to point out that I DMed one of the many previous iterations of this campaign and if I cared to remember, I could probably dig up the data on Walker to which I was entitled at that time? It so happens that I've forgotten it all and don't know where I kept the data, but it's probably findable.))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Walker: I fully understand the need for sheet privacy, as I personally don't like stats impinging on the game, in any way. I don't actually want to see your sheet, at all . I just was, and still am to a degree, flabbergasted at how you got those numbers. And while I am mainly a roleplayer, when you're playing a rules-heavy system like DnD, when the numbers restrict your in-game actions, I like to make sure everyone is playing by the same rules. I just want to clarify a few points, to make sure i'm not missing a house-rule or something. Below, i'll list a few questions, feel free to not answer if you feel i'm being too nosy about your character sheet.\n\n#1: You speak of a modified template, am I to understand that this template is a normal template? (I.E, gives you a bunch of abilities/attribute bonuses/skill increases/SLA's, in exchange for a certain Level Adjustment (+8 for the SRD Vampire Template, for example)) If it doesn't work like that, does it work like the Vampire Savage Progression where you trade levels for abilities one by one? Or is it like a class (with Hit Dice and BAB and Saves and all the frills) that instead of class abilities gives you vampire abilities? (Like +dex or +str, drinking blud etc)\n\n#2: When you say you're level 7, is that seven levels of a class + Level Adjustment of the template, or some mix of class levels and template or what? (Don't need to tell me the exact mix, just how you're jiggering it. If the answer to question #1 is the last option (the vampire class one) then don't bother answering this.)\n\n#3: I don't actually have a question three, but since i've already put it on here, i'll hit you with a really hard one 😡: What is Walker's favourite colour?\n\nYeah, I went there.\n\nEDIT: However, since I seem to be the only one bothered by this, we could just drop it and get on with the campaign. I'll just go and hide in the corner.))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((I said *Persis* was level seven. Swashbuckler 3/Seer 4, if you're curious. I don't know what level Walker is and I don't think we need to. Do let's just drop it.))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Yes Alicorn, I remember you took over GM'ing during the second attempt of the campaign. I know you could find it if you chose to, but I'm fairly sure you won't. You seem to be on the same page as me. Walker still dreams about the T-Rex you hit us with too. 😳 Thank goodness for the Paladin we had with us then.\n\nIt is basically a prestige class. I already said that though. Each level gives its own bonuses and special abilities like other prestige classes. I do find the Savage rules quite interesting. Thanks for the link.\n\nOnce again, it is Cyrus' job to make sure we are following the rules, and keep the game balanced and fair. If he has any problems or issues with Walker I'll be happy to address them with him. In fact I'll be sending you a pm Cyrus.\n\nI really am not trying to be a hard-ass, but had I known everyone was reading spoilers I would have made it clear that, that spoiler was for Cyrus only, and we would not be having this issue. In fact, we would probably had finished the campaign and no one realized Walker was any different from the other characters. 🙂"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Well, I was already wondering how the hell you managed an 8-level template on 5 levels... I thought you were using the savage progression or some half-vampire template or something.\n\nI can see how it would be balanced, you probably have the medium or poor BAB, bad saves, and no class abilities other than the undead and vampire traits + skill bonuses and attribute bonuses... for you to get the skill and attribute bonuses by level 7 it'd have to stack heavily with the vampire abilities (whatever ones you have) towards the later levels of the class since it gives so much skill bonuses and attribute bonuses at the start. If it has stuff approximately the same as the SRD vampire template, then it'd probly finish giving it all by levels 12-14, if it gives more stuff (which the attribute bonuses at least suggest) then it'd probly go to 20. The class by itself would be crappy, not many iterative attacks kind of thing, but when you add in all the attribute bonuses and skill bonuses and special vampire abilities and whatnot you get it would be a meaty vampire-warrior-ey class.\n\nAnyway, that seems to make perfect sense to me, thanks for just calmly telling me what's going on and not freaking out or something.\n\nSo, we had made camp, and rolled our various spottings and listenings, and we were waiting to see what happens, yes?))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(That sounds like a good description.)\n\nYes Mr. GM What do we get jumped by? 😛"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((So it seems worked themselves out. Awesome. Thanks everyone for not like blowing your lids and stalking off like hurt little school kids 🤢 I believe I asked for a shift type thing and that person (or persons) on second shift to make listen rolls (I realize with what I'm doing spots really wouldn't help at all))\n\n((Why oh why do these stealth base characters I made up have to roll so poorly >.<))\n\nWalker and Cann, you both hear a rustle in the trees a little ways off, however your darkvision doesn't pick anything up.\n\n((Remember now, all races have some semblance of darkvision cuz of the clouds, heh))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nSitting on the log near the fire, swordbelt in hand, the small silver luck-circles dangling off it glittering slightly in the light of the fire, Cann tenses up, not moving his head, but all senses alert for even the slightest noise.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Listen Check - (1d20+16)[ 36 ] \n\nEDIT: That's a natural 20. BOOM BWAHAHAHAH.\n\nEDIT EDIT: Also, detect evil in the direction the noise came from. 60ft cone of evil detection.\n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "'A rustle in the trees', sounds like there is something up here with Walker. Whether the noise is in the trees or on the ground, Walker will try to circle to the side. He wants to be able to see/protect the camp, but also wants to get into a position to cut off whatever it is if it trys to retreat.\n\nFor Cyrus\n \n Spoiler \n\nSince we haven't finished reworking the template, please use Walker rolls from above for moving and such. Thanks.\n "
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nSince no one has nudged, spoken to, or otherwise awakened Persis, she continues obliviously snoozing. (*cough cough*)"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Well, if Cann woke you up every time he heard an anonymous rustle from the bushes, you wouldn't get any sleep. One noise is suspicious - two noises is grounds for alarm.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Cann, your hearing tells you, and your detect evil also tells you, that about seventy feet to the west of camp, there are figures watching the camp. Walker, you know the groups general area as well, but your sight still shows you nothing."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCrouching down, Cann with slow movements shakes Persis' shoulder. \" Wake up. \""
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Good morning to you too,\" grumbles Persis as she wakes up and rubs her eyes. \"What is it?\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Does an 18 hit you Cann? And does a 13 hit Persis?))\n\nTwo arrows come whizzing out of the darkness at Cann and Persis.\n\n((Two damage to Cann if it hits, 6 to Persis if it hits. Also, make Fort saves. That's if the arrows hit))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\n((Normally, that'd miss by a mile, but I'm flat-footed and not wearing my armor or holding my shield and don't have my Dodge targets set, so that will unfortunately hit me.\n\nDo we need to make initiative rolls, or are we ad-hoc-ing turn order?))\n\n \"Yipe!\" shrieks the halfling, peering at the arrow in her arm. On her action she grabs her gear, shield, and weapons (not sure if that's one or two move actions, despite the fact that they'd all be nearby and in a pile, but she can't see anyone either to attack them, so she'll take two if needed.)\n\nFort save: 10+8=18"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Uhm, unless you stood up, you are still prone and get +4 AC against ranged attacks.))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "(Oh, good point. It was not my action yet when the arrows were announced, so Persis would still have been on the ground, prone, and with an AC of 15. I retract the yipe, the arrow in the arm, and the Fort save.)"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nA dark shadow flits through the night. Cann grunts as it hits just underneath the shoulder of his armour, punching through the mail-and-leather weave and slicing a shallow cut in his under-arm.\n\n((So, do I get a turn now, or what?))\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+8)[ 11 ] - Fortitude save. I am immune to diseases, but I doubt this is a disease, eh.\n\nEDIT: Well, that doesn't bode well.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Yes, initiatives now, hehe))\n\nCann, you are unconscious for seven minutes, and in another minute you'll need to make another Fort save."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((Init: 7+4=11))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n\nCloudfoot's Init - (1d20+1)[ 20 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Waitin on Walker, although I imagine he's busy this weekend, as he seems to be every weekend, hehe. By the by, are we happy with just these three? I could open up recruitment for a wee bit, get one or two more people and have them join us quite soon))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((I like the dynamic we have now, but an arcanist might not be amiss. I think between us we have the combat slot filled up pretty well, and unless Walker is a special vampire who can be healed with positive energy, we have enough healing in the form of the paladin to cover us, although there's really no such thing as too much. Unless you intend to send us into a trap filled dungeon we probably don't need a rogue. Bard might be a nice compromise between all three slots, but wizard or sorcerer would be neat too, especially one who did evocation, since my psion mojo is mostly seer stuff and augmenting my ability to stab people, nothing flashy with damage-dealing.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Not trying to imply we need to expand the group. Just curious as to you all feel about the group dynamic at present.))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Eh, i'm good with how it is. I've kind of become the Roy of the group, so to me the group size doesn't really matter. Galumphing for Roys in Grant's Ear. *dies laughing*. Anyway. I'm good with the group as it is at present. If you want to add people, go ahead. 3 is kind of the minimum for PbP, but the smaller group allows a closer team dynamic, which is fun to play. So i'm cool with whatever, basically.))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(Sorry guys. Family was visiting, as they will be next weekend too.)\n\nBasically I need to know if Walker saw or heard where the arrows came from? I imagine the strings made a nice popping sound when they were released.\n\n(As far as the group goes, I'm fine with the way things are. So far everytime we recruit the game goes hay-wire, but you are the final say as GM.)\n\nFor Cyrus:\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpot roll 14 + 15 = 29\nListen roll 10 + 15 = 25\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Walker, you can tell where the arrows are coming from, but you can't tell who or what is there or how many there are.\n\n((What are you doing Persis?))\n\nCloudfoot stands protectively over Cann.\n\n((Of course I have final say, but if you're all happy the way things are, why would I want to go out of my way to change things? As I said earlier, I'm happy with the group the way it is. I was just curious where you all stood. No recruiting will be done))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((So, can I play Cloudfoot, or is she being npc'ed?))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((You may indeed))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((Is this after I've already stood up and grabbed all my stuff?))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cloudfoot \n\nCloudfoot snorts, seeing the fallen Cann, and then turns her eyes to the trees. Lowering her head, she plants her feet, and then launches herself forward, silvery armour glinting in the light.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+7)[ 8 ] - Spot\n\nCloudfoot is sprinting to move 250ft towards where the arrows came from. As soon as she sees the archers, she will stop right next to them and prepare to stomp some idiot.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((You are up Persis))\n\nUnless Cloudfoot can sense magical things(or has some sort of blindvision), the horse doesn't see/sense anything."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nIf possible (the PHB is ambiguous) Persis sets as her Dodge target whoever shot her, making her armorless AC 21 against that person.\n\nLacking any sane options, Persis fishes Lucky (the live rat) out of her bag and flings him as hard as she can in the direction whence the arrows came, and observes his behavior in case he can detect the enemies by smell and avoid them, or in case they react to his being thrown at them and give away their position that way. ((Should I make an Int check or something to interpret what happens to Lucky in any useful way? Or any kind of check to see how far I can throw Lucky?))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Make a ranged attack with a -4 penalty as you aren't proficient with rats or improvised weapons. Also a spot check, or int check if that would be higher.))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nRanged attack roll with improvised live rat: 12+5+4-4=21\nInt check: 16+4=20\n\n(If this works I will feel soooooo clever.)"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker will move quickly and quietly to the area where the arrows came from, and watch and wait.\n\n(PM coming)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Persis, your rat lands in some bushes near the base of a tree and you see some arrows fly out of a spot on said tree into the bushes (you are currently unable to tell if Lucky is alive or where in the tree the people are).\n\nWalker, you also see the arrows, but are still unable to see any signs of people."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((Do I have enough information to aim arrows of my own back at the assailants? I realize they'll still have concealment, but can I pick out which squares (or, I suppose, since they're off the ground, cubes) they're in? Also, are you letting me set \"whoever shot at me\" as my Dodge target?))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(Wishing I had a necklace of missles, or some other fireball technology.) 😎\n\nWalker will draw his sword from the quiver, and wait until he has a better opportunity.\n\n(Can Walker see that Cann went down?)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Walker, you can see that Cann is on the ground, but whether unconscious or dead you can't tell. We'll allow the dodge bonus, as well as firing into their concealment. You'll just have a %50 miss chance. So persis, pick a range of 50 numbers and make an attack roll and damage."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\n(How about I just flip a coin, heads I miss due to concealment?)\n\nPersis manifests an augmented Bolt to get (3+1=) four +2 arrows and moves to within one range increment of the tree in which the assailants are, behind cover if she can get it. (Please let me know if I have cover.)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((You have cover, go ahead and roll your attack, as it will hit, hehe))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((Manifesting Bolt is a standard action. I can't attack till my next turn. Do you want me to roll anyway?))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Suurree, go ahead))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nMiss chance: Tails (hit)\nAttack: 20+10+2=32\nCrit confirmation: 10+10+2=22\nDamage: 2+4+1+1+2+2=12\n\n((Who da halfling? I da halfling! ^^))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Persis, two arrows fly at you and both miss horribly. Walker, I imagine a 14 doesn't hit you. These attackers seem to be ignoring the horse. ((What are walker and Cloudfoot going to do?))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cloudfoot \n\nCloudfoot narrows her eyes and turns around, scanning the treetops and slowly padding towards where the arrows came from.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n spot - (1d20+7)[ 25 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Much like the other two, Cloudfoot can tell where the arrows came from, but can't see the attackers, unless Cloudfoot has some sort of magical detecting ability.))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((So, she can see the square the arrows came from but not the people? Invisibility, or something like it, then. Where are the squares? On the ground, or in a tree? Cloudfoot has 4 iterative attacks, she's sure if she stomps where someone is enough, she'll hit something .))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(No a 14 won't hit.)\n\nWalker waits with his sword ready. As soon as Persis gets lucky enough to hit something Walker will attack that spot. Other than that he is watching for leaves moving, limbs bending, or anything else that would give him an idea were the attackers may be."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Yes, and remember that its nighttime with no sunlight to begin with, what with the clouds)).\n\nThe arrows came from up in a tree, not on the ground.\n\nPersis, your bolt flies forward and once it reaches the appropriate square, it disappears. There is, however, a grunt of pain, and a figure falls out of the tree, seemingly popping out of nowhere.\n\n((Knowledge: Arcana if anyone has it))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((Untrained check: 9+4=13. Is the guy dead, unconscious, or just wounded? What does he look like? What is he wearing? What species is he?))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Umm you seem to have missed my question - where were the arrows coming from? Cloudfoot is like, right there, and she has 30ft darkvision (like everyone else on this world), so she should be able to see where the arrows materialize, yes? I assume both arrows came from a tree(s) but how high up? Can cloudfoot reach that high? If not, she's going to just stomp the guy on the ground into mush.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((It would be out of range for the horse to hit the people in the trees, yes.))\n\nThe figure is a Drow and he is unconscious until Cloudfoot tramples him to death."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Geez, don't kill them, stupid horse, we might want to question them! For all we know they've got friends, or at least fragile loot you're smashing!\" exclaims Persis to Cloudfoot, firing another arrow at another attacker in the tree and missing.\n\n(Rolled heads)"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(I'll have to put a nix on that.)\n\nAs soon as Walker see the figure hit the ground, and the horse approach it, he will use his increased speed to leap down and pull the person away.\n\nFor Cyrus:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLesser Celerity make move 100'\n\nWalker has been waiting so his Init is 25.\n\nHe just wants to grab and go.\nGrapplRoll:\n(1d20)+0\n15,+0\nTotal:15e roll:\nSorry forgot to add in base hit and stat bonus + 9\ntotal is 15 + 9 = 24\n "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Well, Cloudfoot is approaching the fallen guy on her turn, which means you'd need a prepared action (assuming you're acting before cloudfoot, I dunno your initiative). Also, you couldn't drag him out of the way unless you had a full turn. You need to move there, standard to grab, and then move left to drag + a strength check to drag. Since you only get a standard action in a prepared, and I doubt you have a prepared action for something like this, you can't actually do anything about it, so looks like Drow Man's fate is in cloudfoot's hands, err, hooves.\n\nLuckily for you, she's a force of good.))\n\n Cloudfoot \n\nCloudfoot, taking a philosophical stance on trees and arrows, trots gently over the fallen man, nosing him gently. If he's conscious, Cloudfoot places an armoured foot daintily on his chest.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nGrapple Check to Pin the man if he's conscious - (1d20+14)[ 33 ] - Cloudfoot forgoes the grapple damage. +14 = +4 size +6 strength + 4 BAB.\n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(Actually if you want to run the rules around I'll just attack Cloudfoot then and be done with it.)\n\nFor Cyrus:\n \n Spoiler \n\nI intend to do what I said before. Get the Elf out of the way. I don't really care about Cloudfoot's new attitude.\n "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((So... umm... are you attacking cloudfoot? Cause... what initiative are you acting on? Is it my turn? Did cloudfoot walk up to the dude before walker attacks her? Cloudfoot is currently on AC 27, if that helps.))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((I'm SO CONFUSED. Whose turn is it? Are you allowed to redact actions like that? Persis would only have spoken after Cloudfoot stomped the drow. If she doesn't stomp the drow Persis won't speak. If she doesn't stomp the drow is Walker still going to do anything about that situation, be it snatching away the drow or attacking the horse? Wouldn't his action be better spent going after the other enemies that are still in the tree?))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(I don't know how Cyrus will deal with the actions, reactions, and re-reactions, but it's up to him. I will answer this though. Seeing that Cann is down and Cloudfoot is 'originally' stomping it's way over. Walker would rather save the Drow for the following reasons. He still can't see the enemies in the trees, and he would rather have a captive to question. Knowing that if they are capable of grabbing their comrade he will likely disappear again, Walker would rather secure him now, and since you are now able to defend and attack Walker will move protecting you down to second priority.)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((To save time and any bickering, Walker, being what you are, you can tell that the Drow is indeed dead. Persis and (perhaps?) Cloudfoot can make survival checks to determine the status of the drow.))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((Is he dead because Cloudfoot stomped him, or are you retroactively making him already dead so Cloudfoot needn't stomp him?))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Gah. Okay, guys, just so's you know, from now on, any action I propose or say I might do while in double-brackets is purely OOC. This is why I use spoilers. Makes it a lot clearer what is and isn't ooc. When I said 'stomp into the ground' it didn't have Cloudfoot above it, and it was in double brackets, and I hadn't taken my turn yet, I was just asking for more information about the situation. So it hadn't actually happened yet. Whenever I do *anything*, it will always be under a bold heading and in descriptive text with proper rolls and rules explanation in a spoiler underneath it.))\n\nEDIT: ((Cloudfoot isn't taking his pulse or anything. I mean, she's a horse. Bit hard. She's just checking if he's moving, groaning, looking around, pretending to be dead, or something. So mebbe a sense motive?))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "((I have no problems with you using spoilers. If it doesn't have a name above it, as I've been doing, I'll assume it is safe for me to read. If it does have a name, I'll keep my eyes off it. In fact I think I'll start using that method.))\n\nPublic:\n \n Spoiler \n\nSee even an old dog can learn new tricks. 🙂\n \n\n\nRejakor:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLet's see if Cyrus reads this. You do realize that Cloudfoot went back to Celestia after Cann woke up from sleeping. What I keep trying to point out is that Cyrus is responsible for catching these errors. Just as he is responsible for catching characters errors like when you called bull on Walker. It's not my job to police you, or Alicorn. It's Cyrus' job to police us. I applaud your knowledge of the rules, and the game, but don't smack me with them, please. Smack Cyrus' NPC's all you want, but please let him police us the players. As it is Walker has again lost a lot of abilities because of your calling bull on him. I can deal with that, but please stop beating him with the rules. Thanks. 🙂\n \n\n\nAlicorn:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHey! I didn't want you to feel left out. 😁\n \n\n\nFrom his perch in the tree Walker sees that between Persis and the fall the Drow is dead. Walker then throws himself at the area, of the tree, where the Drow fell from in a flying body tackle, to try and get a hold of something.\n\n((Walker has been waiting so his 'take 20' to reset his init sets it at 25))\n\nCyrus:\n \n Spoiler \n\nGrapplRoll:\n(1d20)+0\n15,+0\nTotal:15e roll:\nSorry forgot to add in base hit and stat bonus + 9\ntotal is 15 + 9 = 24\n\nI just reused the Grapple from before since Walker didn't use it to get the elf.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((The Drow was dead upon the attack. It should have been that way from the get go. Persis took away half or more of his life, and he failed his Fort save. So yeah, dead. I should have made that clearer. My apologies. So for now, to make things clear and stated, the way I'm going to run combat rounds is that everyone is going to post their actions, and I will then run the round of combat that way. If you are all fighting someone and you stated you were going to attack said person and that person dies by the time it gets to your init, feel free to post a different action. So what we're going to do is rewind to when the Drow fell out of the tree dead, and the arrows missed Persis. We are back to the top of the initiative. You are all free to keep your old actions, just please repost your action for the round. If you have any questions before you take your action, feel free to ask. So, Walker is throwing himself at the tree. What are Cann/Cloudfoot and Persis doing?))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nshoots, and misses due to concealment."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Right. Umm, okay, i'll go back to using spoilers. Anyone can read what's in my spoilers. As before, anything secret will go in PM's or indicated before the start of the spoiler.))\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n@ Walker: I'd like to respond to what you said, i'm not arguing with you, just explaining my reasons for doing what you did. I'm going to repost what you said in the private spoiler above, sorry, but this is so everyone else doesn't think i'm crazy, arguing with myself, and there doesn't seem to be any secret stuff there.\n \n Originally Posted by Walker \n Let's see if Cyrus reads this. You do realize that Cloudfoot went back to Celestia after Cann woke up from sleeping. What I keep trying to point out is that Cyrus is responsible for catching these errors. Just as he is responsible for catching characters errors like when you called bull on Walker. It's not my job to police you, or Alicorn. It's Cyrus' job to police us. I applaud your knowledge of the rules, and the game, but don't smack me with them, please. Smack Cyrus' NPC's all you want, but please let him police us the players. As it is Walker has again lost a lot of abilities because of your calling bull on him. I can deal with that, but please stop beating him with the rules. Thanks. \n \n\nWell, first of all, thanks for telling me this. I much prefer, much prefer, having any grievances or problems out in the open, so they can be dealt with, rather than festering aside for however knows. First of all, I checked what you said, about Cloudfoot, and you're right. I thought that Cloudfoot could manifest from Celestia, called by her empathic link with Cann, but apparently Cann has to summon her as a full-round action. Thank you, and i'm not being some passive aggressive little ****, I actually LOVE it when someone takes the time and risks anger or annoyance to make sure I understand the rules properly. I see it as a friendly thing to do, and I believe that understanding the rules is imperative for a game to go smoothly and with maximum fun. Now looking at the situation, Cann could easily have summoned Cloudfoot, and would have, if his player had known the rules properly (see? rules knowledge good. 😎). So we can either retcon that Cann summoned Cloudfoot as/before he woke Persis. Or, since Cloudfoot hasn't done much yet, we could easily retcon Cloudfoot out of the combat, and have her unaware in Celestia. Since it's my character, and I have a vested interested, it's up to you guys/Cyrus to decide. I'm cool with either outcome.\n\nAs for Cyrus catching all errors - i'm going to have to disagree with you there. Let me just explain where i'm coming from before I go any further. I've played in a lot of dnd groups, and most of them were fun. In some of them, however, there were players who bent the rules, or broke the rules, for various reasons. Invariably, those games were less fun, not just for me but for the other players as well. This is because DnD as a rule-system defines what you can do, what might be able to do, and what you can't do. You can't control an npc. You might be able to beat up that npc. You can use your pc to interact with that npc. Nearly all game systems do this. Now, in DnD, games run best when everyone is in agreement about the rules . I'm not saying 'everything has to be RAW' 😡. If you want to do something outside the rules, like rush in to stop a horse trampling someone out of turn, then do it! By all means! Especially if it's cool! But! First, you have to get the DM's/group's permission. If you want to do something outside the rules, you should say so. Cause, if you don't, then i'll assume you don't understand the rules (which is perfectly fine, these rules are hard, immense, confusing, contradictory and sometimes just downright odd), and explain why I think you've gone off the track. Now, you say 'The DM should correct me if i'm wrong', but I think that's a bit much pressure to put on the DM. Who is already doing 99% of the work, for the players, so the players can have fun. The DM is not a godlike individual (well, except in the game), the DM can't catch everything . It's so much easier, and you get better results, if everyone just co-operates to keep the rules more or less on kilter. I'm not saying everything should be put through a fine-tooth comb with off-site observers and satellites. I'm just saying that if you, or I, or alicorn, or even some random reader, pick up something, we should say so! Then we can sort it out, make a house-rule, allow it once, decide it's actually within the rules, etc. Well, actually the DM makes the decision. That's the DM's job, all the players do is point it out, make suggestions, or whatever. The DM is the person who's in charge of the rules and whatnot. Do you see what i'm saying?\n\nAs for me calling Bull on Walker - I called bull on Walker, cause I didn't understand what was going on. I had raised a few concerns in earlier spoilers, but you hadn't responded to those (obviously you weren't reading my spoilers, I get that now). Because PbP isn't as easy to communicate in as rl play, I got concerned about Walker, and how he had such big bonuses, I didn't know how you got them and I thought maybe you or cyrus hadn't understood a rule properly, so I brought it up. With all the subtlety of a bull in a china shop. And I apologize about that, but I vastly prefer to bring problems up now , make sure they're dealt with, and all proper, than let them go on and cause bigger problems later on. But I do apologize for not being a bit more nicer/subtle about it.\n\nAs for smacking you with the rules - I don't smack people with rules. I have never smacked people with rules. I, as far as I can tell, will never smack anyone with the rules. I like the rules being proper. If they're not proper, I like it if the person asks for them to be that way, and the DM says yes. And if that happens, I would prefer that everyone else gets notified (unless it's about something secret), so they know you're understanding the rules correctly, but doing it a different way for X reason or because of Y.\n\nAbout loss of abilities - I don't know what you mean, so i'm going to sit here and look pretty. 😎\n\nClosing Words - I understand that I may come across as some kind of rules nazi, but i'm really not. I just like it being stated what we're doing, since I have a lot of trouble inferring things from what people say (on the interweb and irl), so a little bit of extra explanation, which'll stop me going and looking up the rules and seeing if they work that way and then hurrying back here to tell you all to STOP! IT'S WRONG! OMG! THANK GOD I CAUGHT YOU IN TIME! ... and making a fool of myself.\n\nAlso, this turned into a rant when I wasn't looking. Grr. So i'll finish here.\n\n-j\n\nNote: This is a response, not an argument. I don't intend to argue this point. The only reason this was written is because i'm enjoying this game immensely, and I don't want to see things soured/ended because of a simple misunderstanding. 🙂\n \n\n Cloudfoot \n\nCloudfoot looks up at the tree the other sniper is hiding in. A tree, eh? Her gaze seems to say, and she starts moving, a slow run intended to be stopped by nothing short of a collision with a continent, and at a perfectly timed point, launches herself through the air at the spot the arrow came from in the tree the other sniper must be hiding in.\n\nRules Spoiler(anyone can read. Check my work! Heheheh.): \n Spoiler \n\n\nYep, two flying bodies. Heheheheheh.\n\n (1d20+18)[ 35 ] - Jump Check, with a run-up. :P +8 for 50ft Base Speed, +4 for str, +2 for ranks, +4 for Run feat. Horse space is 10ft, so distance from ground to tree branch -10ft is jump distance.\n\n (1d20+16)[ 19 ] - Strength check to Trample Overrun. Provokes AoO. Strength or Dex to oppose, if successfully opposed, opponent makes a strength check to knock Cloudfoot prone. Which would entail falling damage. If not successfully opposed, opponent falls prone. Which would probably entail falling damage. And Cloudfoot gets a free hoof attack against them, and a free armour spike attack. +4 str, +4 more than two legs, +4 Large, +4 Improved Overrun feat.\n\n (1d20+4)[ 16 ] - Attack Check for free trample hoof attack, which is against prone and flatfooted. Cloudfoot is taking a -4 for power attack purposes.\n\n (1d6+12)[ 16 ] - Damage for hoof attack. +8 power attack, +4 str. EDIT: Crappit! Cloudfoot is NOT wielding her hoof in two hands. :P See, this is why I like people to look over stuff and make sure i'm not making mistakes. That +8 for power attack should be a +4, so reduce the damage by 4 to compensate. :P \n (1d20)[ 13 ] - Attack Check for free armour spike attack, which is against prone and flatfooted. Power attack for -4. -4 non-proficiency.\n\n (1d6+12)[ 17 ] - Damage for spike attack. +8 power attack, +4 Str. EDIT: And again. Reduce this damage by 4 too, please. \n\nReason I am explaining modifiers: Not because I just wrote a rant on player-ruleswatching (there's a word for this, I swear it), but because this is the first time Cloudfoot has used her attack routine. 😳\n "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nOh, and I forgot this.\n\n (1d20+12)[ 17 ] - Strength check to resist being knocked down as a result of a failed overrun. +4 str, +4 more than two legs, +4 Large.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I'll allow Cloudfoot to stay in this time around, just try and remember to summon her in future 😛 ...Well ****, those rolls just really didn't go in the Drow's favor.))\n\nYou all see this enormous horse jump through the air. You hear a thud and a Drow falls out of the tree, looking dazed and confused and a little hurt. And then the horse falls onto the Drow, trampling him into the embrace of Lloth.\n\n((Walker, you will also need a melee touch attack along with the grapple check. Also, pick odds or evens.))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Public:\n \n Spoiler \n\nRejakor, I'm not taken your debate as anything other than a debate. I have problems coming off over the net as angry, but trust me I'm not. I enjoy the debate. I'll have more tomorrow. Oh, the term you are looking for, it's Rules-Lawyer\n \n\n\nCyrus I just got to the office and have no time. Could you please roll for me, and as always I am odd."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Touch attack\n \n Spoiler \n\nTouch attack:\nRoll(1d20)+0:\n14,+0\nTotal:14 + 10 = 24\n \n\n\nDebate\n \n Spoiler \n\nI never said Cyrus could catch every error in the rules. I said it's Cyrus' job to police us. There is a slight difference. 😉\n\nI've been in a fair share of groups myself. Like I said, I've been doing this nigh on 30 years now. (Damn I'm getting old) I've been in groups were players would casually help the GM and point things out occasionally. I've been in groups were the players never said anything, and cracked up laughing waiting for the GM to catch obvious infractions everyone else saw. I've even been in a group that blew up, and friendship were damaged beyond repair due to rules lawyers. So I know what you are talking about.\n\nIn fact if this was a table top/face-to-face game I would probably agree with a lot of what you are saying, but this isn't. It's a play-by-post game, obviously. Not to mention we are in a homemade world. Even I'm not sure of all of Cyrus' 'house-rules', and I've been here the longest. My point is that in a face-to-face this debate would have been done and gone in 20 minutes tops. That time is exponentially increased in play-by-post. In fact I'm in a game on another site that has basically been killed by the players continually trying to 'understand' the GM's rulings and agruing about how 'the rules' say it should be, and trying to police everything that happens.\n\nRules are fine and dandy. In fact, I can still probably quote rules and the pages they are on from 2nd edition books, not to mention my favorite system, you know, the one Steve Jackson did. 😁 But, when you except the mantle of GM, or DM whichever you prefer, you are excepting that responsibility. The responsibility to catch players trying to really cheat, not just some error in calulation, or forgetting the exact rules to summoning a mount. 😎 You are excepting the responsibility, to ensure everyone has a good time, that things progress nicely, and that the adventure continues, even if you have to bend the rules. One example was a campaign I was in, and everyone had failed the roll to find the secret door that lead to the next stage. The DM couldn't finesee that the door was found because a rules laywer kept arguing that it wasn't right. We never did finish that campaign. A freaking year wasted on the rules.\n\nI know that you are not being that picky, and you feel like everyone should be on the same page, but it's an example of how crazy some people can get. Hell, I picked Cyrus' template because it was an unknown, because only Cyrus knew what my character was capable of. That's what I was trying to point out that I couldn't have 'cheated' making Walker, since Cyrus' had to tell me how to make him.\n\nRules Smacking:\n Well, Cloudfoot is approaching the fallen guy on her turn, which means you'd need a prepared action (assuming you're acting before cloudfoot, I dunno your initiative). Also, you couldn't drag him out of the way unless you had a full turn. You need to move there, standard to grab, and then move left to drag + a strength check to drag. Since you only get a standard action in a prepared, and I doubt you have a prepared action for something like this, you can't actually do anything about it, so looks like Drow Man's fate is in cloudfoot's hands, err, hooves. \n\nLooks a lot like smacking to me. You see in this case I would wait for the GM to tell me how he/she wanted to resolve it, because the picture in the GM's mind of what is happening is the only one I have interest in. Cyrus may well have said, \"Sorry you can't do anything to stop it\", and I go, \"Damn\", then wait. He could have said the same thing you said, but added, \"Give it a shot.\" and I go, \"Damn\", and start rolling.\n\nBack to rambling:\nI know as a GM it's hard to get the same picture across to the player as you have in your mind. I always allow the player to ask questions to better clarify their position, but I generally smack them when they start messing with other players pictures. Simply because that player may nor want more information and are comfortable with thier picture, and if I have to bend the rules to allow something to happen that neeeds to happen, I do it. God pity the soul who tells me, the GM, \"You can't do that!! Thats against the rules.\"\n\nI guess basically my point is that rules are good, but rules are not everything. Especially in this forum. Cyrus has accepted a mantle, that, I for one don't think everyone can handle. As such I rely on him to monitor all the players, as well as his world. If I see something that is obvious cheating that he doesn't, I might send him a pm, and if he does something about it that's his decision. Then again I may not say anything at all.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Damn the dice and their love of my players, lol...I just realized I'm also gonna need a jump check, Walker. I didn't see one in a previous post. If it's there, my apologies, just post the result again if you would))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Jump Check\nRoll(1d20)+12:\n19,+12\nTotal:31"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nEllo.\n\nIs it my turn naow?\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((We go back to everyone posting their actions as soon as Walkers turn is resolved. I just looked at previous posts and I need to actually structure things the way I said I was going to, lol. So, Walker doing this will end the round and then you will all post actions for the next round. So far this round, the rest of the people in the tree missed their targets, as did Persis. Cloudfoot trampled a Drow to death and now...))\n\nWalker leaps into the tree and manages to grab a hold of someone. Walker gets a firm grip and, grappled, the two of them plummet to the ground, each of you taking four damage from the fall.\n\n((Walker's new Init is near the top now. All actions have been resolved. Now back to everyone posting what they are going to do. Walker, you couldn't see anything on your jump into the tree, and it seemed like even your darkvision wasn't helping any. You noticed that after you got to a certain point, everything just went black, and at a certain point you could see again))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nShe shoots... she gets another heads... she misses."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nSo wait a sec, we had two archers, we've found three drow, that means that we no longer know where/if there are any more, right? Cause we've already taken out the two archers whose positions we knew, so there might be more, but we dunno where they are in the tree(s). Right?\n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(If the archer on the ground is now visible to Walker he will attempt to knock him out.)\n\nCyrus:\n \n Spoiler \n\nI don't have a die roller up, I will finish this in a bit. If you get out here before then kindly inform me which rolls I need. Grapple? Attack? Both?\n\nOkay I'm back I'll just give you both.\nGrapple, then Punch Attack to subdue\n\nRoll(1d20)+9:\n16,+9\nTotal:25\n\nRoll(1d20)+9:\n11,+9\nTotal:20\n\nI imagine rolling around will lower my AC to 15.\nThat's standard + dex.\n "
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((If there are two archers and we've got them both under control I, obviously, retract my action. I'll wait to hear if there's anybody else to shoot at before I do so though.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((There are more. It's just some have crossbows and not bows, so yeah, full round reload action. But you all have no idea how many people are up in the trees, heh. If I'm not mistaken Walker, you will need a grapple roll and then damage. Unless you are a monk or have improved unarmed strike, I believe subdual damage is...1d3 + str? (Rejakor, if you could help me out here, heh). You'll also need a Grapple check for when the Drow tries to escape)).\n\nPersis' arrow seems to not hit anything. Walker is pounding into a Drow with his fist in an attempt to subdue him.\n\n((Hmm, what is Cloudfoot doing? Post action as if this following thing didn't happen til after Cloudfoot's action))\n\nSuddenly, everyone can see up into the tree. There is one remaining Drow up there and he has a crossbow leveled at Persis.\n\n((Does a 16 hit? If so, 3 damage and a Fort save))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\n((No, a 16 misses me even without my armor on and even assuming he wasn't at that time my Dodge target.))\n\nPersis resets all of her Dodge bonus to the crossbow-wielding drow in the tree and shoots at him.\n\nAttack: 9+10+2=21\nDamage: 2+1+2=5\n\n(edit: forgot my ammo is +2, not +1)"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Cyrus:\n \n Spoiler \n\nIn the above post the first roll was my grapple. The second was my attack. Here is damage, and another grapple.\n\nDamage:\nRoll(1d6)+0:\n4,+0\nTotal:4 (4/2 = 2 + (str) 5 = 7 subdual\n\nGrapple:\nRoll(1d20)+9:\n11,+9\nTotal:20\n \n\n\nWalker tries to get the upper hand with a shot to the jaw of the Drow."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cloudfoot \n\nCloudfoot leans her head down to see if this guy is really dead, or just faking it. Seeing that he's pretty damn dead, she shakes her mane, as if to say Yeah, see how good your trees were THEN, punk and goes to move back towards Cann. However, as Walker tackles a THIRD drow from the mysterious tree of drow, if Cloudfoot had eyebrows they'd be firmly raised. She turns herself to face the tree, and plants herself, waiting for it to either disgorge more drow, or reveal that it's not in fact an evil drow-producing tree of doom.\n\nOne more drow appears, and it appears all of Cloudfoot's assumptions are correct. This is an evil drow producing tree. There is only one way to deal with this. She lowers her head, and charges.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nI'm assuming no attack rolls to hit a tree? Power Attack for full, in that case. If not, then power attack for full anyway. You can roll me attack checks on your dice if I need them. 1d20+4 for hooves (including negatives for power attack) 1d20+4 for armour spikes and 1d20-3 for gore and bite attacks. Because of steel-shod hooves, Cloudfoot's hoof attacks deal bludgeoning damage, her horn deals piercing, her bite deals whichever is best out of the three types and her armour spikes deal slashing.\n\nDamages:\n\nFirst Hoof - (1d6+8)[ 13 ] \n\nSecond Hoof - (1d6+8)[ 13 ] \n\nBite - (1d4+6)[ 10 ] \n Gore - (1d8+8)[ 10 ] - EDIT: Sorry, I only get gore on a charge. Discount this. \n\nArmour Spikes - (1d6+8)[ 10 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Wouldn't Cloudfoot need another jump check?))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nCloudfoot is attacking the base of the tree with a full attack, in the attempt to literally knock it down/destroy it.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "While Cloudfoot doesn't do any serious damage to the tree, it causes enough of a commotion so that the Drow falls out and hits the ground hard.\n\n((Damn nat 1's on reflexes, lol))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Next round of actions please))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((Is the fallen drow unconscious?))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Lack of time today. Walker will be trying to subdue the Drow still. Make any rolls needed to keep things moving please."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cloudfoot \n\nCloudfoot snorts. That tree won't be terrorising any more innocent travelers. It learned it's lesson but good. Confident that Walker and Persis can deal with the last of the treedrow, Cloudfoot wanders off to check on Cann."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Sorry bout that lack of detail))\n\nThe drow that fell out of the tree is dazed but alive. Walker manages to subdue the other Drow on this turn."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nThe swashbuckler nimbly maneuvers her way towards the fallen, live drow and holds her rapier to his throat. \"Hallo,\" she says cheerfully. \"I'm Persis Datra and I really think I'm owed an explanation. Who're you and why were you attacking us and what happened to the guy who got shot and keeled over and what can we do about it, promptly in order please? Oh, Walker,\" she adds to the vampire, \"have you got any rope or anything? It will be so messy if I have to cut this one to keep him from running away on us. Better to tie him up.\" \n\n((Diplomacy check 8+15=23; Sense Motive on his responses 17+9=26))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "With his Drow unconscious Walker turns to Persis, \" Maybe \". With a quick look into his backpack Walker turns smiling, \" I guess I do \", he replies pulling 50 foot of silk rope from the pack. \" I hardly ever look in there. I forgot I even had it! \" He walks over and ties up the Drows together."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Use rope check please Walker))\n\nThe Drow begins talking at you in a language you don't recognize (not even if you have Undercommon. Unless one of you for some reason took the Ancient Alerian language, which I do believe I mentioned you could take at the start of the game. If I didn't, woopsies, heh. Also, you'll need a damn good reason to have Ancient Alerian as one of your languages.))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\n((No ancient Alerian here, no.))\n\nSwitching to Elven on the assumption that he doesn't speak Common, Persis says \"I don't know what you're saying, and you really, really want me to know what you're saying.\" She then repeats her questions."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nI haven't actually picked any languages... There are the normal languages, i'm assuming? Cann has 2 bonus languages, and Faded Aasimar can take any bonus languages, what would he know as paladin of the arcanix? He was an initiate of the order of pelor, studying to be a healer, before he became a holy warrior. So what would he know? I'm guessing Celestial, but what else would he likely know? Also, just give me a bell when Cann wakes up, Cloudfoot is going to be standing guard over him. Oh yeah, and when I get the time, i'll re-transcribe Cann's character sheet onto a friend's private character server, something that is unlikely to go down. ^_^\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((If anyone would have Ancient Alerian, it would be you, Cann. With your background, the most likely languages would be Celestial, Abyssal, Infernal, Undercommon, Ancient Alerian, Elven, Dwarven, Draconic.))\n\nThe Drow spits and seems to repeat the same thing he just said, and again ((unless you speak Ancient Alerian)) you have no idea what he's saying."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nWell, out of that list, i'd say Celestial and probably Ancient Alerian, but the problem is now I could be seen as taking that because now we have a need for it. Grarg. Ah, fookit. It's not like Cann is awake yet. He knows Celestial and Ancient Alerian.\n "
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nPersis tries all of the six languages she knows ((I am on a public computer, not my own, and don't have my char sheet; I will edit this post later with all the languages she knows; off the top of my head she has Common, Halfling, Gnome, Draconic, Elven, and something else which eludes me\n\nEdit: Dwarven is the one I forgot.))."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Use rope check:\nroll 14 + 9 = 23\n\nWalker just watches as Persis tries to talk with these goobs."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by LightBringer \n goobs. \n \n\nI found this inordinately funny.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Once again the Drow spits at you and responds in the same language as before, and you can't make it out. They do seem to successfully be tied up, however.\n\nWe'll say Cann wakes up about now."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Oi, Cann!\" says Persis, noticing the paladin coming to. \"What all languages do you know? I know eight , and if this guy speaks any of them, he's too much of a dunce to even operate a crossbow considering we've got him all tied up and might not hurt him any more if he talks, so maybe he really doesn't.\" "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "\" Ahh good. That saves me the trouble of seeing if Cloudfoot would stump me if I tried to help him. \""
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nActually... you said I had to take another save for secondary unconsciousness, right? (1d20+8)[ 12 ] \n\nEDIT: I'm assuming this is drow poison? DC 13. ****. I'm out for 1d4 hours.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I had forgotten bout the secondary save, lol. It is indeed Drow poison and you are out for a few hours))\n\n((So to ret con things...))\n\nCann is still out. Survival check for Walker and Persis to determine if he's alive or not."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((Does checking for a pulse/breathing really require a check? I have no ranks and have a Wis penalty, so probably better if Walker does it, if it really does.))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "I'll check him out. Then ask Cloudfoot, \" You think he'll freak out so bad he'll wake up if I bite him? \" 😎"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"He'd probably taste awful ,\" comments Persis, who begins looking around in the bushes under the tree for Lucky."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cloudfoot \n\nCloudfoot snorts at Walker, as if to say she'd find that pretty funny, but that Walker's not allowed to do it."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I was under the impression that Drow poison puts the unlucky bastard that got hit with it (no offense Cann 😛) in a very deep sleep that could be mistaken for death unless you know what's going on *shrug* If not, nix that survival check))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((Actually, in that case, can't I make a check to know that if he were dead his horse wouldn't be loitering around the scene?))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I'll allow a sense motive check in this instance, sure.))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker laughs, and nods to Cloudfoot, \" I know, I know. What do you suggest then? \""
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((Sense Motive 7+9=16))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cloudfoot \n\nCloudfoot gives the horsy equivalent of a shrug, as if to say what will be, will be . But, she does kind of look sideways at Persis, as if she expected that the halfling would have some kind of knowledge about things like this."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Persis, you can tell that he's still alive. He is just really knocked out."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Well, he's not dead. Walker, can you keep an eye on the drow while I get the rest of my shuteye?\" asks Persis. \"If Cann's not awake in the morning I guess we'll have to figure out how to wake him up, but I bet he'll come to at some point.\" "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "\" Sure no problem. Mind if I have a snack while you rest? \" Walker ask with a mischieveous grin."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"As long as you don't bite me, Cann, the horse, my pony, or the live drow, I don't care,\" yawns Persis."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nOh no! You forgot to mention Lucky! He's vamp-chow!\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Speaking of Lucky...))\n\nPersis, you see the rat come out of the bush and poke its head around, sniffing the air curiously. It sees you and comes over and stands on its hind legs, looking up at you."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Oh, hallo, Lucky,\" says Persis brightly. \"Sorry about flinging you. I'm glad you didn't get stuck full of arrows. Here,\" she adds, snapping a corner off a piece of trail bread and offering it to the rat. While he nibbles on it she picks him up, and then puts him back in the compartment of her pack in which he has been living."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "\" Well since you didn't specify which live Drow, I'll bite the other one. Don't worry, he'll still be alive when you wake up, and maybe a little fear will loosen their tongues. \""
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Both \"the\" and \"drow\" can be plural ,\" admonishes Persis."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "\" Ahhh, to late now. \" Walker says with a smile. \" Don't worry it'll be fine. Rest now .\""
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nThe halfling rolls her eyes and wraps herself up in her blanket with a huffy sigh, falling asleep again in short order."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann's already asleep. Looks like he'll be getting some fine shut-eye tonight. Cloudfoot gives a horsy whuff, and settles in for keeping a watch over Cann while he sleeps off whatever weird knockout drug was on the arrows."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The rest of the night passes without incident, and the Drow don't seem to be moving or try to escape. Everyone wakes up the next morning well rested. Especially Cann. 😛"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(PM sent)\n\nWalker will be sure to have something nice ready for Persis for breakfast, as well as something nice for Cloudfoot, if he can find something."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Ooh, is that food?\" asks Persis with interest, sniffing the air as she wakes up. \"Non-trail-bread food? You're very handy to have around, you know,\" Persis tells the vampire approvingly, tucking into her meal."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann wakes up. \" Wah? Whasgoingon. \" Cann sits up and rubs the sleep out of his eyes. Cloudfoot gives him a Look, and then fades away to the Celestial plane."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": " Roasted rabbit, some berries, and some roots. Eat your fill. The closer we get to Solarian the better the rations get. Good morning Cann. Welcome back to the land of the living. Walker smiles."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(I'll be headed out for vacation tomorrow. I'll post when I can. I'll be roaming till next weekend. 🙂 )"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Persis, the two Drow are still there when you wake up in the morning, although one of them is looking at Walker in a confused sort of way.\n\nCann, you wake up and you see two Drow tied together in the middle of camp.\n\n((Gonna be gone til Sunday. Feel free to interact/post actions and I'll handle things when I get back.))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\n\" Drow? Land of the living? \" Cann looks over at Persis, bewildered. \" Do you know what's going on? \""
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Well see,\" says Persis around a mouthful of breakfast, \"we got attacked, by those guys and the one who's dead over there, and they hit you, because I guess you're not good at getting out of the way when people shoot at you, and I guess you got poisoned, so you were waaaay out of it, but if you'd been dead Cloudfoot wouldn't have hung around, so I just went to bed and I guess Walker did some cooking and it's yummy, and now you're awake. And the drow speak some funny language we don't know, so maybe you know it, even though I speak six languages and they didn't know any of them .\" Persis is obviously quite put out that her skills as a polyglot are insufficient to interrogate the drow."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann mosies on over to the food. \" Strange language? From what I know of the under-elves, they speak the same tongue as their above-ground brothers. I don't speak elvish, but i'd know it if I heard it. \" He helps himself to some of the food, and investigates the scratch under his arm. \" Already healing. But i'll just help it along. \" A slight glow under his fingers spreads across the wound, and it closes. Cann looks up at the sky and frowns. \" We're still a couple days from Solarion. Lets forget these drow for now, and get going. They might have friends, and perhaps someone in Solarion can tell us what language they speak. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nOver night's rest heal back 2 points naturally, spend 1 point of lay on hands to heal the rest.\n "
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"What, don't you speak anything but Common? Well, Common or Elvish or Halfling or Draconic or Gnome or Dwarven. Since that's what I tried. And we can't just forget them. They attacked us. We could kill them, I guess, if we can't make them tell us why .\" "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann raises his eyebrows at the halfling. \" Killing prisoners out of hand? \" He shakes his head. \" No, I meant bring them along with us to Solarion, and see if we could find someone who spoke their language there. I studied Celestial, the tongue of gods and angels, as all Fists of the Arcanix are expected to learn, and also Ancient Alerian. Eruditio est crepido te as arma . \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nKnowledge is the basis of power. Spoken in ancient alerian, it is the motto of the Fists of the Arcanix, the paladin order Cann belongs to.\n "
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Bring them with? Oh, no, that's an awful idea,\" objects Persis. \"They'll slow us down, they might escape and kill us in our sleep, their friends could turn up and spring them and then kill us in our sleep, and I can think of about three hundred ways the Solarion-ites might misinterpret our walking into town with a couple drow in tow. Why don't you try your languages and if they don't work we'll take it from there.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\n\" My languages? I don't see why a dark elf would speak the tongue of gods and angels, or a dusty language used only by scholars... but very well. \" Cann turns to the captives. < Celestial> < Do you understand me? >. He pauses, as if summoning up the phrases from some lost memory. < Ancient Alerian > \" Dost thou understand me? >"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Cann, when you address them in Solarion, one of them talks, but in Ancient Alerian. Persis, you would recognize this as the same phrase that was being said yesterday when you tried to question them.\n\n\"Wretched, sun-loving cretins,\" one spits out in a tone of venom and loathing before spitting on the ground next to him."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\n< Ancient Alerian > < I would watch my tongue, were I you, lest it trap you twixt it's forks. > Cann frowns at the drow, looking quite forbidding in his silver armour. < My companion is all for killing you where you sit, and I am of a mind to let her, if that drivel is all that is going to come from your mouth. > Cann draws his silver edged dagger, and lets it flip around his fingers. < So, what will it be? >\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+10)[ 16 ] - Diplomacy.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"Rather death than life at the hands of one like you, you Arcanix sun-whore,\" he says, still very much angry and not at all in a reasonable mood. The other one is looking around quizzically, and every once in awhile looks at Walker in a confused sort of way."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann's hands curl around the dagger's hilt. < Ancient Alerian > < You say that, but are you ready for death? That long dark. I have heard your kind often, and all speak of darkness, but really, yo seek merely shadows. True darkness would consume your living soul, while you scream for mercy. Are you ready for that fate? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nDetect evil on them both.\n\n (1d20+7)[ 14 ] - Sense Motive on why this drow keeps looking at Walker.\n\n (1d20+6)[ 17 ] - Intimidate.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"Lloth will protect me,\" the one says, although a little more unsure of himself now.\n\nAs far as the other one looking at Walker, perhaps he's realized what Walker is and is confused as to why he's traveling with your party. Perhaps Walker said some mean things about his mother. You don't really know."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann grins, something faint and golden shining in his eyes. < Ancient Alerian > < Ah yes, Llolth, your spider goddess of darkness and pain. Well known for her compassion. And not, of course, for simply taking the screaming souls of her followers and torturing them forever in the deepest of dark hells for failing her and allowing themselves to be... captured. > Cann grins, the grin decidedly darker now, still playing with the silver dagger in his hands. < And nothing says I cannot have a little fun of my own before sending you to her. > Cann eyes the drow, looking faintly interested, a weird gleam in his eyes.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDetect evil results?\n\n (1d20+6)[ 24 ] - Intimidate.\n\n (1d20+9)[ 16 ] - Bluff. Cause Cann's not actually going to torture them to death. Maybe. Mostly. Kinda.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((They are very evil. I saw that detect evil before. Forgot to address it))\n\nThe drow still seems somewhat unsure but there is steel in his voice again.\n\n\"Torture seems out of place for a peacekeeper of Arcanix. Do what you must. I will not say anything. Lloth will be happy we took her secrets to the grave.\"\n\nHe is obviously a fanatic and he seems to be working himself into some kind of frenzy. A weird light has appeared in his eyes, but he still has made no movements to try and escape."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I think this goes w/o saying, but I'm not really going to be around tomorrow. What with Turkey Day here in the States. So, break for now until either late Thursday or sometime Friday. Happy Thanksgiving everybody))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann sighs, and re-sheathes the knife. Taking a suddenly different tack, he sits down next to the drow, and taking off his helmet, runs his hand through his hair. < Ancient Alerian > < Yeah, you're right, lad. I ain't going to torture ya. I'll either let the vampire finish you off, or cart you to Solarion for a trial and then a summary execution. > Cann sighs, looking rather forlorn. < You know, sometimes I don't even know why I do this anymore. People attacking me, grand quests, the sun, the moon, gods. I'm sure you had your reasons for attacking us, but now you're going to die. And for what? To keep the sun away? What does it matter in the end? We're all just dust, after all, and fresh crops of heroes and 'monsters' will fight each other, under a light-filled sky or under a cloudy darkness. Well, i'm sorry for you, lad, but this is the end. > Cann sighs again, staring at the ground before looking up at the sky, his hand still on his head, white-golden hair lit by the firelight stark against the dark surroundings. Cann stands up and takes a few steps away from the drow, looks over at him again and grins. < When you see your mistress, tell her I said hi. > Sliding his helmet back onto his head, Cann begins walking away from the two tied up drow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Diplomacy - (1d20+10)[ 22 ] \n Bluff - (1d20+9)[ 18 ] - I'm not sure if this is necessary, Cann's just talking about what he feels, but in a different way than he usually would? Maybe lower the diplomacy DC if the drow fails his sense motive?\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The Drow's grin gets even wider.\n\n\"My Mistress will reward me when I reach her,\" he says, this time in Undercommon for any who understand it. He keeps repeating this over and over and won't say anything else, even when talked to. The other one looks at the ground.\n\n\"In my pouch, there contains answers you're looking for,\" he says without raising his gaze. He seems quite subdued and regretful at his words. \"I'd reach for it, but I'm all tied up.\""
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann gives the other drow an odd look. He doesn't know what the other drow is talking about, but the look in his eyes is enough to get the gist. < It seems you have a mite more sense than your companion. > Cann looks down at the drow. There had been something odd about this one ever since he saw him. < My thanks to you. > Reaching down, Cann not ungently opens the drow's pouch and removes the contents with a gauntleted hand. He hands them to Persis, with a curt nod to the drow. \" Check these for magical traps or poisons please Persis - I have no knowledge of such things. \" Sitting down, he regards the two drow. < Well, a fine mess. Care for a drink? > Cann proffers a skin of the ale he had intended to enjoy last night on watch to both the drow before taking a swig himself."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"What makes you think I know anything about magic?\" asks Persis. \"I know how to stab stuff, how to shoot stuff, and how to do nifty things with the power of my mind - I'm not some kind of wizard. Wizards like to pretend that they use the power of their minds but tie their hands or gag them and it turns out they were only doing it with hand-waving and mumbo-jumbo after all. Well, most of them. And I certainly don't know how to check for poison. Except for exactly the same way you could do it, by, you know, touching the paper.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\n\" Very well. Stand back. \" Gritting his teeth, Cann stands up, takes the paper, and a few steps away from the camp, unfolds it and begins to read, touching as little of it as possible with his thick chain gauntlets."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Gonna retcon something here. Sorry for the delay))\n\nAs soon as you open the pouch, everything goes dark much like earlier. There's a laugh, \"Stupid sun-loving curs,\"and when the darkness lifts, the bag the Drow talked about is in your hand, but the Drow are gone."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann growls, and frowns, concentrating. \" Darkness Damned Dark Elves! \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nDetect Evil in all directions. Spot - (1d20+14)[ 33 ] Listen (1d20+14)[ 22 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "You don't see anything Cann, and you're really not sure what happened. The Drow aren't in sight. You do, however, notice a paper in the bag you were left holding. The script is in Ancient Alerian:\n\n\"1,000 gold pieces to the man or group who brings me the head of these Wakers of the Orbs.\"\n\nWhat follows is a detailed and highly accurate description of the three of you, as well as drawings of your faces and last known location."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann reads it incredulously. \" This is a reward for our heads. One thousand gold pieces. \" The look of incredulousness grows. \" One thousand? Cheapskates! \" He crumples up the paper and tosses it over his shoulder. \" I've had bigger bounties on my head from local crimelords! Ha! \""
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nThe halfling peers at the paper. \"A bounty, you say? Well, isn't that exciting! And now we know why they attacked us and that we can expect to keep on getting attacked. And that's a terrible picture of me. It doesn't even include the pretty little braids I put in my hair.\" "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "\" Mmmm, more bounty hunters huh. \" Walker just smiles."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann shrugs. \" I was hoping for something a little more interesting. \" The big paladin sighs. \" Oh well. Let's get moving, shall we? \" Raising his hand the paladin closes his eyes gathering the light to his palm. A glowing circle of white specks encompasses his glove, and slashing it downward, a glowing line appears in the air, out of which trots a snorting Cloudfoot."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Onward then?))\n\nYou all begin the somewhat long trek to Solarion, and things are going smoothly after that initial attack. And then one day...\n\n((Listen checks everyone))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Listen - (1d20+14)[ 27 ] - Listen check. Setting?\n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "For Cyrus:\n \n Spoiler \n\nListen check\nRoll(1d20)+14:\n19,+14\nTotal:33\n "
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((Is there even a point to my making Spot or Listen checks? I have penalties to both, so I wouldn't get on a natural twenty what the others can manage with an average roll.))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nYes, because natural 20's are auto-successes. And natural 1's are auto-failures. Simple as that. And when the DC is 40, and Persis rolls the natural 20, then we'll be like 'zomg teh persis woohoo'.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((It's about midday and you're walking through a wooded area. And roll anyway, Persis. You may surprise us and be the one that alerts the group 😛))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((fine, fine. lessee. 2-3=-1. I really don't think I hear anything. I'm probably humming to myself or something.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Walker and Cann hear a muffled explosion that sounded like it came from a long ways off to your right somewhere. A little bit later a few more of the noises are heard."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann raises his head as he hears a noise, what sounded like an explosion. As several more follow, he gestures and Cloudfoot leaps, off the path and through the trees. He bends down low on her back as they move through the thick foliage, dodging trees, stumps and low-lying branches with equal abandon.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Ride - (1d20+10)[ 25 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker looks over at Persis. \" I guess he expects we'll just follow him? \""
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Well, if he does that would mean he would be very stupid, since normally if one goes off into the woods without informing one's companions of why, one cannot reasonably be expecting them to have supernatural knowledge of one's reasons, so why said companions would nonetheless follow one is a mystery indeed,\" says Persis. \"Maybe he's just ditched us.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Lol, Persis gets awesome points for that comment. I'm gonna wait to see what you all decide before continuing on. Cann, you may want to make a spot check (I'll add in the situational minuses)))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nCann actually doesn't really care if you guys follow, heheheh. He's such a dashing hero.\n\n Spot - (1d20+14)[ 30 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Cann, you may not care, but your group is (as of yet) not following."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(Lol. Sweet post Alicorn. Super 😎 )\n\nWalker smiles at Persis and laughs. \" You are absolutely correct. I can only imagine he heard those slightly muffled explosions I heard, but then again, he isn't right in the head. He could have just seen a rabbit, and started off after it.\n\nIt's up to you really, but if you want to follow I suggest we do it at a pace that won't get us killed. \" Walker looks back in Cann direction, then back to Persis."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Explosions? I didn't hear any explosions. We can follow him if you want. But far enough back that we won't necessarily explode too if he does.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann continues riding towards the source of the explosions at quite unsafe speeds."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "\" Sounds fair enough. \" Walker will lead Persis in the direction of the explosions, but slow enough not to kill themselves, and far enough back not to get blown up."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nDraw lance. Flick down visor. Power up gauntlet. Save world."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Cann, the trees ahead of you begin to clear out, and you see a solitary castle on a hill. You also see what appears to be a lone figure charging the castle. Explosions are going off all around the figure, but none seem to hit. Then finally one seems to hit dead on and there is a great green flash of light. The smoke and debris settle and where the rider was is a giant crater. Suddenly, there is another green flash of light and the rider is now on top of the ramparts, seemingly slaughtering people at random. Then there is another green flash of light and the rider is back down on the ground. He rides back into the trees and disappears.\n\n((This is all a good 300 yards away))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann flicks up his visor, and raises his lance, and Cloudfoot slows her speed to a slow trot, coming to halt well outside the marks of the first explosions. \" Ho the castle! \" Cann yells out, looking around warily.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI assume all this happened while Cann was still riding full speed towards the castle-area? Because he wouldn't have just sat there and watched.\n\n Diplomacy - (1d20+10)[ 12 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Yes indeed it was))\n\nYou hear back in a very faint voice.\n\n\"Ho, rider. Stay there. We'll send some soldiers out to greet you.\""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((We'll say its about here that Persis and Walker get to the clearing.))\n\nPersis and Walker, you exit the treeline and see large craters in the ground, and Cann standing not too far away from one of them. You also see a castle a further ways away. The gate opens and a group of riders make their way towards your group."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann sits completely still on Cloudfoot, who also doesn't move. Lance point held unwaveringly in the air, shield hanging from his arm by his side, he regards the castle with narrowed eyes. \" What witchery... \""
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nreadies an action to manifest Bolt and pull her bow if the riders threaten anyone in the party, but continues to guide Dorje forward towards where Cann is."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker sits atop his mount and waits. No weapons drawn as usual."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "It is a group of five riders that reach Cann around the same time that Persis and Walker do.\n\n\"State your business,\" the one at the head of the group commands abruptly and none to friendly.\n\n\"Now Gurm,\" another one pipes up, \"that is no way to treat strangers. They didn't help that...thing. Perhaps they need a place to stay for the night.\" While this one seems more pleasant, there is also something odd about his demeanor. The one named Gurm just grunts and stares at the party suspiciously, waiting for an answer."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Oh hi,\" says Persis cheerily, \"we're just here because we heard - well, actually, they heard, I didn't, 'cuz I was kind of humming at the time you see and my ears aren't great anyway so I just sort of believed Walker here when he said there were like explosions - so yeah, explosions, they heard explosions, and we just wanted to come see what was up because explosions aren't naturally occurring at all you see.\" \n\n((Sense Motive on anything they say: 10+9=19))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann waits to see how these horsemen respond to Persis' query."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker as well waits with a tight lipped smile."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker as well waits with a tight lipped smile."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The one guard that was trying to be a little more diplomatic watches the halfling's rambling speech with a badly veiled sneer.\n\n\"The Evil Spirit is well known in these parts. You are all obviously not from around here, or you would have heard of him. For some reason unknown to us, the spirit attacks our castle. Every day. For the past two weeks or so. Those explosions you heard were our attempts to kill it somehow. It's really an ingenious work. I don't want to try and describe it to you. Perhaps you would all like to come to the castle for some refreshments?\"\n\nHis contempt is tightly under control again, and he seems the soul of courtesy. The soldier with the scar on his face watches the man as he speaks, looking angrier and more uncomfortable as he goes on. Persis, something about what the man says doesn't quite ring true with you, but you can't put your finger on it."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((Scarface = Gurm or one of the others?))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((scarface does = gurm but you get that not quite ringing true feeling from the one thats trying to be suave and non-condescending and not doing well at it. While Gurm doesn't look guilty exactly, he looks very uncomfortable.))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Gosh, that's really mysterious. You didn't put up a new wall hanging or tear down his favorite wing of the castle or anything, did you? I mean, about two weeks ago. Anything that happened more than about a month ago probably doesn't have anything to do with it. But if you did something about a couple weeks ago that might be it! Anyway, food is good. Non-trail-rations are especially good. 'Cept, you're kind of under attack, and if you don't even know why, or what the spirit dude is or what he can do, it's a little weird for you to just invite in strangers. I mean, maybe he's possessing my pony or my rat. I probably couldn't tell. It's not like Dorje or Lucky have much personality, you know, and they can't talk either, so it'd be pret-ty hard to detect. But anyway he probably isn't, and I really like food, so if you guys,\" she concludes, looking at Walker and Cann, \"want in for refreshing fresh refreshments that's cool by me.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann grunts. It could be taken for an affirmative, or a grunt."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The suave-ish one opens his mouth and closes it a few times, attempting to interject during Persis' long, rambling rant but eventually gives up and rolls his eyes skyward.\n\n\"You are all welcome to stay for a day or two if you would like,\" Gurm speaks up again, a little more at ease now. \"The Baron would be happy to have guests. It has been awhile since we've had any. If you'll follow us. And please don't make any sudden, threatening movements. We have archers and spellcasters that are very on edge at the moment, and I imagine that they'll be watching you closely. I don't in any way mean this as a threat, just some friendly advice. It would not be very hospitable of us to kill people we just invited into the castle. By the Gods, the extra rumors that would start circulating would not be a good thing.\"\n\nThe suave one gives Gurm a penetrating look. He says nothing and the group turns around and begins to ride towards the castle."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann shrugs and follows, Cloudfoot cantering daintily along the stones."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker has no issues with letting Persis take the lead for awhile. It is quite entertaining. He follows along behind her, keeping watch to make sure no one tries to take her out."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "As you all walk through the gates, you get a lot of nervous, suspicious glances from the people walking around. All of the soldiers dismount at the foot of the steps leading up into the main building (I forget the technical name for it). You all notice that halfway between the entrance and the main building lies a very elegant looking stone tower that spirals into high into the sky, almost above the main building itself. Gurm and the suave one escort you all to the throne room. A man sits on the throne, smiling in a dreamy, content sort of way.\n\n\"Ah, Gurm, Parker, who do you bring to see me today?\"\n\nGurm clears his throat and speaks up, \"Travelers, Baron Vidale. I think they may be curious about that spirit, although I'm not sure.\"\n\nThe Baron brightens up, \"Ah well, if they could help us out, that would be so nice. I believe we'd even be able to pay them. My advisor could inform them better than I. He was the one that recovered the family heirloom a few weeks back. So nice of him . Now, where did Xarlon get to?\"\n\n\"Right here, Baron,\" comes a voice from behind you as a middle aged man with gray in his hair walks into the throne room. He looks at the group suspciously before standing slightly behind the Baron's right shoulder. \"To what do we owe this honor?\""
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker almost smiles as he can hear Persis' answer. He settles for an inward chuckle. 😏"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Oh, you owe this honor - and what an honor it is since we're all so honorable and important and whatnot as you obviously know since you already thought it was an honor - to there having been some explosions and us wanting to know what was up and these folks,\" - she waves at the riders who greeted them - \"having ever so kindly, except for the part where they were talking about how if we made any sudden moves we might get shot, invited us in for food. I like food. Don't you?\" She smiles brightly. \"I also like money. If you want to pay us to do something I'm all ears. Well, not all ears. That would make it difficult for me to do anything worth paying me for, if I were composed entirely of ears. But, I'll pay attention!\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The Baron sits in rapt attention, smiling in a benign, foolish, air-headed fashion.\n\n\"Indeed,\" he says and then nods. \"Although for the life of me, I can't think of why we'd want to shoot you.\"\n\nThe man dressed in red robes rolls his eyes skyward in a very \"Why me?\" kind of fashion before speaking up.\n\n\"That was certainly...eloquent, to say the least. It is true, over the past weeks, we've had some problems with a certain figure, apparently some kind of vengeful spirit, although for the life of me, I don't know why he's vengeful and mad at the castle. This is a very small, out of the way hamlet. Nothing important happens here. The Barons of this land have always treated their people kindly. If you could but observe the spirit next time he calls, and he will, that would be great. You can decide from there whether you'd like to help or not. We're more than willing to pay you for your troubles.\"\n\n\"Xarlon,\" the Baron pipes up, hopeful sounding, \"you wouldn't happen to have my heirloom on hand, would you? It makes me ever so happy to hold that round thing in my hands. I think it enjoys it, too.\"\n\n\"Baron, I'm still examining it. I don't know what it can or can't do or if it's been rigged as an assassination attempt on your person. Until I'm certain it's safe, you shouldn't be holding it.\"\n\nThe Baron looks slightly pouty, but says nothing."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"But if he's held it before it must be safe. I mean, he seems... okay...\" says Persis dubiously, looking at the baron. \"Well, in good health at any rate! Do you think somebody might have gotten at it since then? And done something to it? Oh! You know what I can do? I can find stuff out about stuff. It's really cool. I'd do it for your thing if you want to see if anybody's been messing with it. And also look at the spirit dude when he shows up next, to see what he's up to.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann listens, quietly and waits. Silence has made many a fool give up more information than would have been wise, although Persis makes such machinations all but impossible. He permits himself an inward chuckle, and then resumes watching the baron and his comical advisor."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "There seems to be a harried, frustrated look to Xarlon's features.\n\n\"No, that's quite alright. I've been alive nearly a century. I don't need help from some half-witted halfling with the heirloom. Just help us take care of this spirit...thing.\"\n\nThe Baron looks at Xarlon.\n\n\"Xarlon, where is Kokusho? He was my closest bodyguard. I haven't seen him around lately.\"\n\nXarlon's eyes squint a little as his pupils dart around the room. He licks his lips nervously. \"You sent him on a quest, Baron. To track down those who attacked our lands those weeks ago.\"\n\nThe Baron looks upset. It's almost comical how childlike this grown man has been acting. It's also kind of...odd. \"If you say so Xarlon. I miss him, that's all. He's been looking after me since I was all of five you know.\""
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann narrows his eyes.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIs the Xarlon guy lying about the 'thing' and the bodyguard?\n\n Sense Motive - (1d20+9)[ 16 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((*Twitch twitch* Always with the low rolls >.< For once I'd like my party to be hoodwinked 😛))\n\nSomething does seem a bit off with Xarlon and his speech. You get the feeling he's not telling the entire truth about the bodyguard or the heirloom."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker remains quite. He prefers to watch the other guards and/or servents in the room to see their reactions to the Baron and his 'advisor'. Walker will of course attempt to not be obvious about it."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "All of the guards in the room (the group that escorted you in has left) have helmets on and you can't see their expressions. Any servants that come into the room avoid looking at Xarlon as much as possible."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"I am not a halfwit,\" says Persis indignantly. \"I'm very smart. I can do awesome things with the power of my mind. And even if I were a halfwit it would not be nice to call me one. Why are you so rude? Mr. Baron, sir,\" she says, addressing the baron directly, \"if your friend here lets me have a look at your pretty thing, I might be able to figure out stuff about it and that would let you get it back sooner. Wouldn't that be nice?\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The Baron looks from Xarlon to Persis before speaking.\n\n\"This spirit thing is kind of important right now. I'm sure if you take care of the spirit thing problem, Xarlon wouldn't mind at all if you looked at the orb. Isn't that right, Xarlon?\"\n\nXarlon's jaw clenches, \"Yes sir.\""
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Wow, is he going to attack again in the next half hour or so? 'Cause it wouldn't even take me that long. I mean, if he might show up in the next half hour then I guess it makes good sense for me not to be in the middle of anything. Except maybe eating. We were offered food. But I mean, he was here just a little while ago, and I heard he was attacking every day, which I guess could mean more than once a day, but if it did, it would really be too imprecise, especially if we're supposed to help you and really ought to know everything possible. Has he ever shown up more than once in a day? If he hasn't it'd probably be fine for me to just take a half hour to help you with the other thing. Since it's usually safe to assume that unless something's changed stuff will continue to go on as it has.\" "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "\"it's hard to say when he'll attack, rambling little halfling,\" Xarlon says. \"He usually attacks at dawn and dusk, and sometimes in between. We're not sure when the next attack will be.\"\n\nThe Baron speaks up.\n\n\"These people seem trustworthy, but I won't trust them near my heirloom until they completely earn my trust. Help us with this spirit and you'll have proven your trust-worthyness.\""
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\n\" Spirit? \" Cann rumbles in his deep voice. \" Unless you have angered a powerful mage, spirits do what they do for reasons of their own. From what I have witnessed with my own eyes, it is unstoppable by normal means. Your entire castle's complement of armsmen, and whatever, or whoever, was causing those blasts didn't even seem to slow it down. \" Cann shakes his head. \" No, we had best find out why it is coming after you, and see if we can stop it that way. \" He turns his head towards Xarlon. \" Have your divinations determined if it is Fey? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nHow/What is going on with the fey? They survive in close symbiosis with the wildlife and animals, the Courts would have taken a strong hit from the loss of the sun, and subsequent death and destruction of the forests and wild animals.\n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker still remains silent. He focuses all his energy on keeping from laughing out loud at Xarlon, and the fits Persis is causing him."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Xarlon shrugs, \"I haven't the slightest clue. I recovered the Baron's heirloom and shortly after the spirit started attacking. And don't think our attacks haven't worked. Those long range blasts, if any hit, slow it down some. When we get in close, magic seems to be more effective than weaponry, which is probably why it chooses to only incapacitate guards and tear our resident mages in training to pieces. When it takes enough damage, it retreats to the forest. I have no idea where's it hideout is, though. It's maddening.\""
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"It started attacking right after you recovered the heirloom? That sounds like maybe they've got something to do with each other. Maybe it thinks the heirloom is tacky. Where did you find it? Maybe it was using it for a paperweight and wants it back.\" "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\n\" 'Recovered' the baron's heirloom? Interesting. I second Persis' enquiry - who from, where, and how was this heirloom recovered? \""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Xarlon squints at Cann in a suspicious manner.\n\n\"Not that it's any of your business, Paladin of Arcanix, but it went missing from the treasury. I tracked the bandits to their hideout with a little scrying and sent some soldiers after them to recover it.\"\n\n((As a rule, I'm going to keep whether characters are lying or not to myself. It will be up to the PC's to roll Sense Motive checks when they feel a lie is being said. Else what's the fun if I tell you to roll a check? Unless it's spot or listen or such 😛))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann frowns again. \" How well guarded is your treasury that bandits could make away with an item of such importance? How did they steal it? \" He shakes his head.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThis guy is so shifty. I love him. If you're worried about sense motive checks, you could just roll them for us, but i'm fine however.\n\n Sense Motive - (1d20+9)[ 11 ] - On what he knows about the spirit. Is he telling the truth?\n\n Sense Motive - (1d20+9)[ 23 ] - About the whole heirloom situation. Seems fishy.\n "
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\n((Big ol' batch of sense motives. Assume I use one any time Xarlon says anything more suspicious than \"it's dark outside\" and as otherwise noted. Let me know when I run out.\n\n3+9=12\n19+9=28\n12+9=21\n2+9=11\n8+9=17\n12+9=21\n15+9=24\n7+9=26\n11+9=20\n))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker fights the sudden urge to simply kill everyone here, and be done with these fools. \" Easy Ketharo the time will come, and now is not it. \"\n\nPersis and Cann seem to have enough questions so Walker continues to remain quite. He will just begin to look around the room. Looking for things out of the norm, making sure guards with crossbows don't line some kill slots near the roof, and basically seeing if he could just 'wander' out of this area without being noticed.\n\n(Please feel free to roll any rolls needed. I'm already swamped and out of time.)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I'll remember that for future. Perhaps links to the characters can be provided? I don't know mods off the top of my head. Either in thread or pmed will do. Walker, I believe I already have your sheet.))\n\nCann, he seems to be genuine as far as the spirit is concerned. On the heirloom situation, however, he seems to be holding back. Persis, he absolutely knows the deal with the spirit and the heirloom situation. He's lying through the teeth. Also, both of you notice that something seems to be off with the Baron.\n\n\"I'm not in charge of the treasury, Paladin. How would I know what the security is like? All I did was scry their location after we discovered that the relic was missing.\""
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann folds his arms, staring down at Xarlon. \" Perhaps you had better fill me in on this heirloom, and it's history. \" He rumbles, looking every inch the harsh and merciless Paladin-Watcher of the Arcanix.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThat sentence just there. About him not knowing about security and just scrying for the object... i'm betting he's lying through his teeth. Lets see what Cann picks up.\n\n Sense Motive - (1d20+9)[ 13 ] \n\nOn Sheets: My only sheet for Cann is physical atm, after thingo died, i'll see what I can do about hosting him somewhere.\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Cann, you get the feeling he knew the location of this heirloom before it was stolen. He also didn't scry for its location. The Baron speaks up at this point.\n\n\"It's a giant jewel of some kind. A thousand years ago, a warrior appeared at this castle badly, badly hurt. My ancestor took him in and cared for his wounds. The warrior, before dying, gave my ancestor this jewel and told him to keep it safe. He didn't say what it was or what it did. My ancestor formed an elite group of soldiers to guard this jewel, eventhough every wizard he knew detected no magical abilities in it.\""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((What's up people?))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\n\" So how did a group of 'bandits' get past all your normal security and this group of 'elite' guards? \" Cann looks sceptical.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSense Motive, is that the true story of the heirloom?\n\n sense motive - (1d20+9)[ 27 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walkers still just looking around. Nothing to add at this point."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((Persis, too, is quiet for once.))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "It is indeed the true story of the heirloom, as far as you can make out. The Baron speaks up again.\n\n\"The Elite Guard have their own quarters and location away from the castle. They are separate from the normal soldiers and answer only to the Baron, whereas normal soldiers answer to the Baron's military advisors.\"\n\nXarlon looks like he's about to strangle the Baron, but maintains his composure."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\n\" So, if their purpose was to guard this heirloom, why were they quartered so far away? By the gods, wasn't your treasury guarded ? \" Cann seems to be becoming exasperated.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Sense Motive - (1d2+9)[ 10 ] - Why is Xarlon pissed off that the Baron gave Cann that information?\n "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n1d2 isn't quite the right dice.\n\n[roll0]\n "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nScrew you too, dice roller. Screw you very much.\n\n (1d20+9)[ 28 ] - Sense Motive.\n "
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(I'll be out until next Wednesday. Feel free to continue on. Walker feels Persis, and Cann have this in hand and really has no interest in interrupting. On the other hand he is trying to figure out how he can take this keep over. 😎 )"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Cool points for Rejakor for the Screw you dice roller comment, lol))\n\nAs far as you can tell, Cann, Xarlon looks mad because he doesn't want these details in the open.\n\nThe Baron nods and continues.\n\n\"Their barracks was always known to everyone but a few people as a reserve barracks for the castle. Not many knew much of the heirloom, and not even the rulers think of it as important. That's why Xarlon's here. Word gets out about an ancient heirloom and some wizard wants to investigate it.\""
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\n\" So Xarlon came here after the bandits stole the heirloom? How did they steal it, exactly? \" Cann speaks to the baron, still looking very forbidding.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Sense Motive - (1d20+9)[ 21 ] - Sometimes, you can tell when someone says something they've been assured of many times, which usually is a lie. You can also watch the face of the person who told them this, when they think you're looking at the face of the person speaking, and it twinges when it gets to their oft-repeated lie - it's an easily suppressible instinct, but when they're not suppressing it...\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "The Baron shakes his head, and Xarlon speaks.\n\n\"I've been here for a little over a year, Paladin.\"\n\nThe Baron speaks up, \"We're not sure how it was stolen. One morning, one of the guards was passing by on his morning patrol route and found it missing.\"\n\nNothing here seems out of the ordinary to you.\n\n((Also, I will be incommunicado for the next couple of days, so break until the day after Christmas, I think. I may be able to get on before that, but maybe not. Feel free to post actions/comments if you'd like, just don't expect them to be addressed until early into this upcoming week.))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(Just an 'I'm here' note. Actions are still the same.)"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((I'm back as well, if in a limited fashion. I'll be able to get on once, twice a day to check things. Waiting on actions from you guys.))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Oh well in that case...\n\n\nWalker reaches back and steel glints in the light as his long sword flies free. In one bound he is up the stairs and upon the evil X. He will stab him through the heart, bite his neck, and suck all of his blood out of him....Muuaawwwhahahahahahahahaha, just kidding. 😎"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((X quick casts a maximized fireball incinerating the entire room, hahahahHAHAHAha...mine is an evil laugh. I too am joking))"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nPersis, apparently bored with the conversation, idly looks at the wall decorations. \"We were promised food, you know,\" she says to no one in particular."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Detect Evil on everyone in the room))"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Everyone in the room appears to be a cloudy gray. Each figure occasionally flashes red or blue. Even your companions, whose alignments you know already are all cloudy and uncertain.\n\nThe Baron perks up.\n\n\"Yes, yes, where are my manners. Let us prepare a feast. We haven't had much to celebrate recently. Perhaps after you see this spirit in action, you can formulate a plan to counter it. You can fill yourselves with fine food and drink, get a goodnight's sleep and go after it tomorrow.\""
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker just smiles and nods, not adding anything. This place just isn't right. Mostly he's just grateful he doesn't have to eat real food."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann frowns. Again. Then he looks over at the Baron, still the serious paladin of the arcanix. \" Of course, we would be honoured to attend your table this evening. And we will of course do our utmost to investigate this spirit. \" He looks up and gives Xarlon a significant look, waiting until the wizard meets his eyes before nodding slightly and looking back to the baron. \" If that is all you needed us for Baron? \""
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Xarlon looks slightly mollified.\n\nThe Baron nods, \"Unless you all have further questions, that would be it I think. I'll have some servants show you to your rooms.\"\n\nHe claps his hands and three servants come in, waiting attentively."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Any of them cute girls?\n\nAlthough he doesn't have to eat real food, there's always time for a snack! 😎"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann bows to the Baron and allows the servant to lead him to his room."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Sorry for the delay, life is a bit hectic at the moment. Any of you know or work for any company that is hiring writers right now? I need an actual job, hehe))\n\nAll three servants are very attractive, young girls. They lead you to separate rooms (that are right next to each other) and show you in. Each servants asks a person, \"Is there anything else I can get you at the moment?\""
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "*facepalm*"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n \"Can I have some breadcrumbs or kitchen scraps or something for my pet rat?\" asks Persis. \"I can wait until it's dinnertime proper for food for me, but Lucky will get hungry. Oh, and what's your name?\" "
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann waits until the servant leaves, silently, and then closes his eyes, attempting to use the divine gift of the Wanderer."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker smiles, Well now that you mention it....... \n\nBe sure to give the room the once over. Looking for any thing out of the ordinary. (Feel free to make any rolls for sake of game speed.) Walker will be ready when they call for dinner though."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "Persis, your servant girl nods.\n\n\"I can be back in a few minutes. I'll see what I can find.\" She turns and leaves.\n\n((What again does that ability do, Cann? I seem to have deleted that link you sent me))\n\nThe servant girl looks at you with wide-eyed innocence, \"Yes, m'Lord? Was there anything?\"\n\nNothing seems out of the ordinary to you, Walker."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "😎\n\nThen I'll prepare for dinner."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nIt's detect evil. Cause it wasn't working earlier. 🙂\n "
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "It still seems to be doing the same thing it did before, Cann. You can't tell one way or another.\n\nPersis, a servant brings some scraps back, while looking in a curious kind of way at a \"pet rat.\""
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Once I'm ready for dinner I'll just wander the halls. Maybe try to eavesdrop a little."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nPersis pulls out Lucky, offers him the table scraps, and strokes his fur while he eats."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\nCann meditates until it is time for dinner, seeking divine guidance."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Any place in particular you're going, Walker?))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Since I don't know the lay out of the castle, No. I'll just wander and follow my ears. If I hear the Baron or his wizard I'll focus on that."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Mmmwwaaaahahahahahahaa, Walker sneaks through the keep, and kills everyone in his path. He only leaves a few competent looking guards and any good looking servant girls alive to be turned later. He slays the Baron, and his pathetic advisor/mage. Walker has decided to settle down and this keep will do well enough. When the spirit comes Walker throws the 'hierloom' down at him, since he has no need for it. 😎\n\n(That is if Cyrus doesn't make it back.)"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": " Cann of the Mist \n\n\" The time has come. \" Cann steps forth, as Walker begins his slaughter, glowing archaic sword in his gloved hand, eyes filled with holy fire. \" Demon! \" He calls, levelling his sword at the wraith. \" Prepare thyself. \" Levelling his sword, he charges, a deep-throated roar filling the air, lightning crackling around the unsheathed blade."
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": " Persis \n\nPersis fetches popcorn from the kitchens, finds a safe little alcove with a good view, and spectates, Lucky sitting on her shoulder."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "((Hint: The demon he is referring to is Walker.))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(I kind of figured that, but Giant hasn't let me on in some time now, but I'm here now)\n\nWalker smiles, the blood of a dozen men and women filling his viens, and covering his lips and chin.\n\nDrawing his sword, Walker hisses, \" Finally, you fool of a man, it's time to meet your puny god .\" Walker charges forward as well with an ancient and mighty elven warcry spewing from his bloody lips.\n\n\n(Do you want to do the die roller on here? If so I have to look up how to do it again. 😛 )"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "(Nah, why bother? None of this officially counts.)\n\n Cann of the Mist \n\nCann's face bestial and eyes glowing, he raises his sword and runs a hand down it, light flowing along the blade. \" Meet your doom, demon. Aelrias Tel Karaemaon! \" His sword blazes with holy energy, lightning crackling up and down it's length, and with a wordless roar, he launches himself forward down the corridor, drawing back the blade to plunge it through the vampire's chest and into his foul heart."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(Wow, you can charge twice? I want to do that. 😉 No time right now. I'll post tonight or tomorrow.)"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "(You have to take a feat. 😛 )"
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Sorry bout not being around. First I couldn't get onto the forums, and now my computer is taking a big ol' crap and it appears its finally dying. So updates for the time being will be coming sporadically from me.))\n\nWalker, you wander the halls, but nothing really catches your attention."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Walker suddenly hears a voice boom in his head. It distracts him from his charge, and scares him so badly he leaps up to the 20 foot high ceiling and sticks to it.\n\n\" What the ?#*^& \""
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "So I guess we can officially declare this campaign dead?"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "that sucks :("
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "Tell me about it. I don't think I'll be back if it restarts again, so I'll see you guys around."
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "Umm, I don't think it's dead. I think Cyrus is just having computer trouble or something... hasn't been that long.\n\nThat's the trouble with this forum, though. It appears to exist solely so people can join games and then give up/leave/kill them. I'm 100% serious.\n\nIf you're actually interested in playing proper games, may I reccommend www.mythweavers.com? It also doesn't go down everytime Rich posts a comic. :p"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "Looks like a cybersquatter, not a site."
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "I have one last game to finish here. I'll keep my sub to this thread in case he makes it back, but I'm pretty sick of this site and it's issues.\n\nYou guys on the other hand are pretty awesome. It's been fun. 🙂"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "Aye, that is a cybersquatter. I meant www.myth-weavers.com , and yes, I agree with you about this site. It's very silly. I have one game left, and after that, i'll be MW exclusive."
},
{
"author": "Cyrus112",
"message": "((Still here, sort of. My PC should be up and running this week. Again EXTREMELY limited PC access. If you want this to die, we'll let it die, but if you all want to wait til end of this week, I should be up and running. And we can then get this thing properly on track.))"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "(I'm willing to continue)"
},
{
"author": "Alicorn",
"message": "((Moi aussi.))"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "(Frankly we've rarely made it past this point in the previous attempts. I will continue to check in, and make post, but the speed needs to be steady.)"
},
{
"author": "LightBringer",
"message": "SO was 'this week', last week or is it the current week?"
},
{
"author": "Rejakor",
"message": "(shrugs)\n\nPersonally, if you want to game online, mythweavers. DND-OG isn't bad either."
}
] |
[
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": "A few days ago you received a letter from a trusted friend Norro Winston, a member of House Deneith, asking for help, and of course offering good coin, in a small town just across the Darguun border. You take the rail as far as it will take you and then march on towards Drellin’s Ferry. It takes a few uneventful days, but finally the town is within sight, just a few miles away.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nNeed Marching order.\n "
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": "Kallan goes third. He currently has animated a pair of human commoner zombies and an owlbear skeleton. The owlbear is to his right, and both zombies are on his left. \"So what do you think Norro wanted, guys?\" he asks nonchalantly."
},
{
"author": "Darkantra",
"message": " Marshek Taruuc \n\nIn the column of mercenaries, Marshek was the only goblonoid present, and it showed in his demeanor. He walked ahead of the others, forming the spearhead of the column. Eyes alert and forward he kept a warry hand on his greatsword, for who knew what could be lurking just off of the paths. As the group came in sight of the town he relaxed slightly, and let his hand fall to his side. As Kallan speaks up Marshek looks back and narrows his eyes, ever so perceptively, at the undead that flank him.\n\n \"There have been strange rumors circulating amongst the tribes lately,\" he gumbled back before turning his head forwards again, \"I don't know specifics but apparantly Norro has something to tell us when we get there.\" "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Arsenal \n\nBeing the tallest and biggest target, Arsenal is the rear guard. He carries his ever-present trident in hand, ready for use at a moment's notice. The crystal affixed at the base of the head gleams -- a match for the cloudless sky above.\n\n \"Help, I am sure, Kallan. It is the only reason he ever makes contact. Perhaps it will be something a bit more useful than simple coin this time,\" the warforged replies in his hollow, though booming voice. Even though he had been in the company of many living beings, he still had not learned to tone down his voice, unless there was an obvious need for quiet."
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": " \"Yes, thank you, Arsenal, I hadn't figured that out already.\" Kallan's voice drips sarcasm. \"I meant what do people think he needs help with ?\" "
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": "Aramina walks nervously second in line, where she can keep an eye on the road ahead without being caught in melee too easily... A small, brown owl naps on her shoulder. Her eyes scan the surrounding terrain continually out of habit. Another habit: her bow is already in her left hand.\n\n If it's important enough for Winston to call us in, I reckon we'll find out soon enough. I do hope we'll be able to work together well, I'm more used to working with other elves. "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Arsenal \n\nThe warforged's head tilts to one side as he considers Kallan's words. After a moment, a sound like tearing metal seems to emit from the living construct. Those familiar with Arsenal recognize it as his laughter. \"Indeed, Kallan. Sorry,\" he apologizes. \"I assume it is some difficulty between Breland and Darguun, though I can really speculate no further without better intelligence.\" "
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": "Kallan chuckles. \"Think nothing of it. I'm actually a nice guy, once you get past my...\" he gestures at his macabre guards. \"Eccentricities.\" "
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": "The road crests a small rise and descends into a dusty grove in a large shallow dell. An abandoned farmhouse, partially visible through the trees, stands on one side of the road. You've passed a dozen spots just like this one, but something is wrong, your adventurer's sense is tingling. Then you glint mail through the trees on both sides of the road, a very poorly laid ambush.\n\nInitiative:\n Marshek \n Kallan \n Aramina \n Gobbos+ \n Arsenal \nBarendek = yellow (cant read with yellow text 😛\n Ursevas \n\n1 square = 5 feet.\nDark blue = hounds\n\n \n \n Spoiler \n\nPutting the roll results here in case I miss a modifier.\nSpot:\nMarshek 5+0 = 5\nAramina 10+10 = 20\nBarendek 10+3 = 13\nKallan 4-1 = 3\nUrsevas 7-1 = 6\nArsenal 10-2 = 8\n\nDC was 2 😛\n "
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": " Kallan's initiative is actually +3... oops..."
},
{
"author": "Darkantra",
"message": " Marshek Taruuc \nReacting quickly to the sense of danger Marshek draws his greatsword, sending a rasp through the air as the enchanted metal slides free from it's scabbard. The grumbling tone from earlier leaves his voice as he dashes towards the nearest foe.\n\n \"Spread out and pick off the ones closest to us, then work your way out. You all know what to do!\" \n\nClosing in on his surprised ambusher Marshek concentrates and sends a peal of electricity up his blade before swinging it into a cruel arc.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAC: 19, HP: 38\n\nCharge action to L14, while channeling a shocking grasp through his greatsword which he drew during that action to attack gobbo #5\n Attack - (1d20+12)[ 15 ] with a +3 modifier because they're wearing metal armor (from the Shocking Grasp spell) .\nIs actually a 17 now from the charge.\n Crit confirm - (1d20+12)[ 28 ] \n Damage - (2d6+5)[ 15 ] \n Shocking Grasp - (5d6)[ 19 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": "Back up to G16, draw bow if not already out:\n\nIf bow is not already out, spend move action to draw bow and attack Gobbo #4:\n\nAttack (including PBS): +11 (1d20+11)[ 17 ] \nDamage: 1d8+3+4(favored enemy)+1PBS (1d8+8)[ 9 ] \n\nIf bow is out, Rapid shot Gobbo #4 as full-round action:\nAttack one: +9 (1d20+9)[ 23 ] \nDamage: (1d8+8)[ 15 ] \nAttack two: +9 (1d20+9)[ 26 ] \nDamage: (1d8+8)[ 12 ] \n\nI hope this works."
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": "Kallan reacts quickly to the ambush, sending the two zombies against goblin number 1 while the owlbear bears down on goblin number 4. The zombies ineffectively lash out with their fists at the goblin, while the owlbear shreds his opponent. Kallan then makes several arcane sigils with his hands, finally arcing a black ray of energy at the 5th goblin.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nKallan's attack, casting Negative Energy Ray: (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \nAnd damage: (3d6)[ 11 ] \n\nAlso, all undead are charging, with appropriate modifiers taken into account. Zombies are found on page 266 of the MM, and Skeletons are on page 226.\n\nZombie Attacks: (1d20+4)[ 9 ] (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \nAnd Damage: (1d6+2)[ 4 ] (1d6+2)[ 4 ] \n\nOwlbear Attacks: Claw 1: (1d20+8)[ 24 ] and Claw 2: (1d20+8)[ 27 ] \nAnd Claw 1 damage: (1d6+5)[ 11 ] and Claw 2 damage: (1d6+5)[ 11 ] \nAnd Bite: (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \nAnd Damage: (1d8+2)[ 5 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": " DM \n\nMarshek's blade just barely catches a piece of the hobgoblins armor, but that's enough to make an incredible amount of current flow through him, frying him.\n\nAramina draws to arrows from her quiver, and both strike true. He drops as he tried to draw an arrow of his own.\n\nKallan's zombies managee to do nothing buy annoy the hobgoblin, but the owlbear skeleton mangles one to death. His own ray barely misses his target.\n\nAnother hound appears near the side path just ahead. The remaining hobgoblins don't even flinch or think about retreating. #1 drops his bow, draws a longsword and slices him with his sword for [3] damage.\n\n#3, and #6 draw arrows, and fire at the front most party members. #3's arrow just hits Aramina for [5] damage, he then moves away form the skeleton. #6's arrow was intended for Marshek but it missed badly.\n\n \n\nInitiative:\n Marshek \n Kallan \n Aramina \n Gobbos+ \n Arsenal \nBarendek = yellow (cant read with yellow text 😛\n Ursevas \n\nArsenal's turn."
},
{
"author": "tsuyoshikentsu",
"message": "Ursevas moves in between the zombies and the skeleton, starting to dance and ululate wildly.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove to 14D, start a full-round action. Casting Dance of Ruin, which will complete on my next action.\n "
},
{
"author": "Kagan",
"message": "Barendek moves closer to the archers, drawing a shortspear mid-step, and throws it at the archer eyeing Marshek's flank.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove down to H12, drawing spear during the move action, throwing it at hobgoblin #6. With the -2 penalty due to range increments, it comes to (1d20+3)[ 19 ] , for (1d6+2)[ 3 ] damage.\n "
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": "Aramina launches another pair of arrows: this time at hobgoblin #3 (no PBS):\n\nAttack 1 (rapid shot)+8: (1d20+8)[ 25 ] \nDamage:1d8+7: (1d8+7)[ 8 ] \nAttack 2 (rapid shot)+8: (1d20+8)[ 21 ] \nDamage:1d8+7: (1d8+7)[ 10 ] \n\nShe mutters, Does anyone know what these dog-things can do? , reaching into her quiver for more arrows..."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Arsenal \n\nArsenal readies his trident and rushes the target nearest him along the western flank. \"Your lesser pawns do not seem up to the task, Kallan,\" he calls out as he rams the weapon into the assailant.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove to 15B \n Attack: (1d20+8)[ 27 ] +2 for charge; -2AC from charge.\n Damage: (1d8+2)[ 10 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Darkantra",
"message": " Marshek Taruuc \n\nMarshek takes a quick glance back, seeing that his comrades had the rear guard well in hand, and that Aramia already had a bead on the hobgoblin on his right. Though they were his people that fact that they were no more than common bandits rankled him.\n\n \"They shall receive no less than they deserve.\" he mumbles in goblin.\n\nHe sprints, yet again, at the next hobgoblin in line and shouting a battlecry, again in goblin.\n\n \"For Lhesh Haruuc !\" \n \n Spoiler \nCharge action up to O10 to attack the hobgoblin #6, while channeling shocking grasp through his sword.\nAC: 19 HP: 38\n\n Charge Attack - (1d20+14)[ 28 ] with a +3 added in if it's wearing metal armor.\n Charge Damage - (2d6+5)[ 15 ] \n Shocking Grasp - (5d6)[ 14 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": " \"You labeled them incorrectly. They are merely pawns, the lowliest of my art.\" Kallan directs his zombies to return to his side. He then directs the owlbear to attack the Hellhound next to the Hobbo marked 6:\n\n(Charging, already figured in to calculations)\n\nClaw 1: (1d20+8)[ 23 ] And Damage: (1d6+5)[ 6 ] \n\nAnd Claw 2: (1d20+8)[ 23 ] And Damage: (1d6+5)[ 10 ] \n\nAnd Bite: (1d20+4)[ 20 ] And Damage: (1d8+2)[ 10 ] "
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": " DM \n\nArsenal pierces through the hobgoblin armor, dealing massive damage, but not disabling his opponent.\n\nSimilarly Barendek's spear finds its mark but fails to cause any serious damage.\n\n#6 replies to Marshek's battle cry \"[goblin] Death to Lhesh Har...BZZZTT! [/goblin]\" ,and falls down twitching.\n\nThe owlbear skeleton's claw finds its mark, hurting the hound.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nsince it's a charge he cant full attack, unless I'm missing something.\n \n\n\nAramina's arrows strike true, downing another hobgoblin.\n\n#1 tries to fight back, but is lucky not to drop his weapon.\n \n Spoiler \n\nrolled a 2.\n \n\n\nThe Hell Hounds take 5 foot steps and breath noxious cones of fire. The owlbear skeleton is caught by both, but manages to partially evade one, taking [18] fire damage. Marshek is only partially affected by one cone taking [5] damage.\n\nSuddenly from the path a new figure appears. A gaunt scarred hobgoblin wearing bright red robes, with set of goggles strapped to his face, weilding a finely crafted staff. He points at the center of the road and creates a huge sticky web.\n\nAramina and Barendek are both trapped within the web, Aramina manages to avoid the thicker strands and is only entangled, Banderek is completely immobilized.\n\nLoud chanting is audible near this new creature, but it is impossible to determine exactly where it is coming form.\n\n \n\nInitiative:\n Marshek \n Kallan \n Aramina \n Gobbos+ \n Arsenal \nBarendek = yellow (cant read with yellow text 😛\n Ursevas \n\nArsenal's turn."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Arsenal \n\nThe warforged tilts his head to one side, as if listening to something faint. \"I named them pawns, Kallan. What do you mean?\" Arsenal bellows as he thrusts his trident into his hobgoblin opponent once more.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack: (1d20+6)[ 24 ] \n Damage: (1d8+2)[ 8 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": "Kallan grins. \"I'm just screwing with you!\" he says cheerfully."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Arsenal \n\nArsenal tilts his head back the other way and booms, \"But I have no screws, Kallas.\" after five heartbeats, the warforged's tearing-metal laughter can be heard over the din of battle."
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": " \"I said screwing with you, metal head. What you're thinking of is if I had said I was screwing you. wait, ew...multiple definitions... \" "
},
{
"author": "Darkantra",
"message": " Marshek Taruuc \n\nAs always Marshek is struck by how other races seem to laugh off dire predicaments and seemingly ignore what was right in front of them. This new figure was obviously a leader of some sort with his better than the norm equipment, and seemed to be the greatest threat. But first the hound...\n\n \"Aramia, hit the robed one with some arrows, and the rest of you, why do you always have to joke around?\", he yells back at the others.\n\nHe swings a blow at the fire-slavering hound and sends another burst of lightning down the blade to course through the creature.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAC: 21 HP: 33/38\n\nStandard action to channel the hell out of the hell hound at M5 with shocking grasp (I'm going to run out of ways to describe that spell...). If he kills it then he'll move down to O6, but if the hound still lives he'll take a 5-foot step down to O9.\n\n Channel attack - (1d20+9)[ 12 ] \n Damage - (2d6+5)[ 13 ] \n Shocking grasp - (5d6)[ 16 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Kagan",
"message": " Barendek \n\n\" Ugh. How... expected ,\" Barendek mutters to himself, as he attempts to force his way out of the newly formed webs.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attempts a DC 20 strength check as a full-round action to get out of the webs - it's not a save, granted, but should I be rolling it?\n "
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": "Go ahead and roll, I'll moslty roll saves when they take place during the enemies turn, if they take place on yours, be free to roll them."
},
{
"author": "tsuyoshikentsu",
"message": "Ursevas releases the energy within him in a burst of energy chilling in more ways than one.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCompleting Dance of Ruin. That's (2d20)[ 30 ] + (2d6)[ 8 ] to everything within ten feet. It's half cold and half negative energy.\n "
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": "Kallan moves to 11E, skirting the web, his bodyguards located in front of him. Meanwhile, the owlbear continues to tear into the Hellhound:\n\nClaw 1: (1d20+6)[ 20 ] And Damage: (1d6+5)[ 6 ] \n\nAnd Claw 2: (1d20+6)[ 17 ] And Damage: (1d6+5)[ 9 ] \n\nAnd Bite: (1d20+1)[ 9 ] And Damage: (1d8+2)[ 6 ] "
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n AC 20 (if I ever get out of this entangled area) HP: 31/36 (by my math)Spells prepared: Resist Energy\n \n\n\n\nAramina picks her way through the difficult area to H17 (move action, moving half speed due to entanglement), then, once free of the hindering webbing,\nlaunches an arrow at the robed hobgoblin with the staff:\n\nAttack: (+10) (1d20+10)[ 29 ] \nDamage: 1d8+7 (1d8+7)[ 9 ] "
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": " DM \n\nArsenal skewers the hobgoblin, blood splashes everywhere and the enemy falls.\n\nBarendek struggles with the web, and manages to break through, He is now merely entangled by weaker strands.\n\nUservas causes an dark icy burst, that damages no one in particular.\n\nMarshek's strike is deflected by the hound thick skin, missing its mark. It tries to bite back, but your armor hold his bite back.\n\nThe owlbear skeleton's claws rip their way through the hell hound, tearing it to pieces.\n\nAramina's arrow strike the caster in the shoulder causing him to wince in pain, but ultimately shrug it off. Looking at the archer with evil intent. He raises his staff, utters a few arcane words and a ball of fire appears next the the archer and moves towards her, she expertly dodges the incoming flame, which seems to be turning for a second pass.\n\nHurried footsteps can the heard coming from the road ahead. 6 more hobgoblins appear, closing fast on the party.\n\nOne more hobgoblin suddenly pops into being in the trees near Kallan. This one wears heavy metal armor, and carries and mace. He grasps a symbol hanging from his neck, utters a few dark words and points it at the zombies, who seem to stop and turn around menacingly towards Kallan.\n\n \n\nInitiative:\n Marshek \n Kallan \n Aramina \n Gobbos+ \n Arsenal \nBarendek = yellow (cant read with yellow text 😛\n Ursevas \n\nArsenal's turn."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Arsenal \n\nWith a flick of his wrist to remove the blood and viscera from his trident, Arsenal moves forward just short of the wall. He concentrates a moment and infuses the weapon with a bane against goblinoids. \"Are you capable of dealing with your minions, Kallan?\" he asks the necromancer.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove to 9-B. Infuse personal weapon augmentation : goblinoid bane. Used Rapid Infusion to do it.\n "
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": " \"More than capable. The little cleric is mine too.\" Turning to said cleric, Kallan shows his teeth in a pointed grin. \"You have no idea who you're dealing with, you pathetic fool,\" he says, brandishing his skeletal arm."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Arsenal \n\nThe warforged nods and signals his intent to circle around the ruined building and flank the newcomers."
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": " DM \n\nThe cleric gives Kallan a wicked smile, and grasps his weapon."
},
{
"author": "Kagan",
"message": " Barendek \n\nSignaling his acknowledgement to Arsenal, Barendek moves to converge with the warforged at the building. He slowly makes his way through the sticky webs, and manages to heave a shortspear once he's free of the mess - but badly misses.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMoves to H-10, throws a shortspear at the hobgoblin in front of him (I believe that's the cleric, right?) at I-7, rolling a (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Darkantra",
"message": " Marshek Taruuc \n\nMarshek flicks a hand at the hound challenging him. A dark purple ray shoots from his hand to strike at the demonic dog. He gives a grunt at the new enemies but whips his head around to bark out orders.\n\n \"Kallan, have your skeleton kill the hound and Aramia, see if you can pick off some of these fresh enemies! I've got plans for the mage so leave him to me!\" \n\nMarshek sprints away from the now weakened hound, hoping to evade it's attack. He spits out a sentence in goblin as he closes in on the mage, sword glowing with a sickly light.\n\n \"We'll talk later traitor!\" \n \n Spoiler \nAC: 19, HP 33\n\nMarshek uses his 1/day Quick Cast to cast Ray of Enfeeblement at the hell hound then charges the mage, ending up at M6, and attacks with a channeled Ghoul Touch. He'll still take the AoO from the hell hound but I'm hoping that the str damage lowers his chances of getting thrashed 😛.\n\n RoE touch attack - (1d20+8)[ 23 ] \n Str damage - (1d6+2)[ 3 ] \n Charge Attack - (1d20+11)[ 28 ] \n Damage - (2d6+5)[ 11 ] \n Paralyzation duration - (1d6+2)[ 8 ] rounds\n\nThere's no save for the payalysis, but any creature coming within 10 ft of the mage (excepting Marshek) has to make a DC 15 fort save or become sickened.\n "
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": "The Owlbear takes a 5 foot step and attacks the Hellhound:\n\n (1d20+6)[ 7 ] (1d6+5)[ 6 ] \n (1d20+6)[ 16 ] (1d6+5)[ 10 ] \n (1d20+2)[ 9 ] (1d8+2)[ 8 ] \n\nMeanwhile, Kallan Rebukes his thralls into his control once more:\n\nRebuke Check: (1d20+3)[ 5 ] \n\nAnd Total HD amount: (2d6+8)[ 15 ] "
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": "Aramina hears Marshek's words and redirects her attention to the hobgoblin cleric, with another pair of arrows:\n\nShot 1 (+8): (1d20+8)[ 28 ] \nDamage: 1d8+7 (1d8+7)[ 12 ] \nShot 2: (1d20+8)[ 28 ] \nDamage: (1d8+7)[ 10 ] "
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": "Crit threats???\n\nConfirmation rolls:\nFirst one: 1d20+8\n (1d20+8)[ 21 ] \n\nSecond:\n (1d20+8)[ 13 ] \n\nFirst set of extra damage (multiplying favored enemy damage, add to original): 2d8+14 (2d8+14)[ 25 ] \nSecond set:\n2d8+14 (2d8+14)[ 19 ] \n\n(Wow, the roller liked me that round...)"
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": " DM \n\nUrsevas takes a few steps back and let loose a small fiery bead, which detonates once near the new arrivals. All but 2 are knocked down by the explosion, the 2 are badly burned.\n\nMarshek's ray weakens the hound, which misses as it tries to strike back. The wizard is both hurt and paralyzed after the attack.\n\nKallan regains control of his zombies. The skeleton wounds the hell hound, who bites back dealing [6] damage, 5 of it fire damage.\n\nAramina's arrows break through the softer spots in the clerics armor, and blood starts to gush out, almost instantly he drops.\n\nThe two remaining hobgoblins charge Marshek, one connecting for [3] damage.\n\n \n\nInitiative:\n Marshek \n Kallan \n Aramina \n Gobbos+ \n Arsenal \nBarendek = yellow (cant read with yellow text 😛\n Ursevas "
},
{
"author": "Darkantra",
"message": " Marshek Taruuc \n\nHaving secured the wizard Marshek attacks the hobgoblin threatening him from next to the stunned mage.\n\n \n Spoiler \nStandard action to channel Shocking Grasp through sword and an attack against the hobgoblin at N5.\n\n Attack - (1d20+9)[ 17 ] add 3 if it wears metal armor.\n Damage - (2d6+5)[ 9 ] \n Shocking grasp - (5d6)[ 20 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Arsenal \n\nThe warforged moves around the broken walls of the ruin, keeping a low profile and attempting to limit his exposure to the enemy.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDouble-Move around western walls of ruin to 1-D.\n "
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": "Kallan glares at Aramina before advancing on the hut. Meanwhile, the Skeleton continues savaging the Hound:\n\n (1d20+6)[ 9 ] (1d6+4)[ 10 ] \n (1d20+6)[ 11 ] (1d6+4)[ 6 ] \n (1d20+2)[ 15 ] (1d8+2)[ 9 ] "
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": "(Looks like we have two hobgoblins in melee (maybe just one by now), and possibly a hellhound still in the fight.)\nAramina shakes her head and says, \" I was running low on targets... \" in response to the cleric's disapproval, redirecting her attention to the last hobgoblins in melee...\n\n(target the closer of the two if still standing)\n\n(Precise shot so no penalty for shooting into melee):\n\nRapid shot 1: (1d20+8)[ 14 ] \nDamage: (1d8+7)[ 12 ] \nRapid shot 2: (1d20+8)[ 22 ] \nDamage: (1d8+7)[ 14 ] "
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Shishnarfne \n Aramina shakes her head and says, \" I was running low on targets... \" in response to the cleric's disapproval \n \n\n((Who you callin' a cleric?))"
},
{
"author": "Kagan",
"message": " Barendek \n\nShuddering and whispering to himself, \"The poor damned fools,\" the cleric rushes to assist Marshek.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCharge to L6, attacking the target at M5, rolling a (1d20+8)[ 16 ] for (1d6+2)[ 7 ] damage\n "
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Dorizzit \n ((Who you callin' a cleric?)) \n \n\n((Oops, saw someone rebuking undead and jumped to Conclusions... At least the swim back woke me up... Anyway, there's a chance IC for the same mistake, but my apologies.)"
},
{
"author": "tsuyoshikentsu",
"message": "Ursevas does some quick aiming and curses. \"Marshek! Incoming!\"\n\nHe then hurls a ball of deathly clod energy into the midst of the fray, which explodes.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC:\n\nFiring a uttercoldball at O7. This'll hit all the hobgoblins, the owlbear skeleton, the hell hound, and, unfortunately, Marshek.\n\nThe owlbear will be healed for half of the \"damage\" it takes -- the ball is half-cold, half negative energy and skeletons are cold immune. The hell hound will take half negative energy, hand half of the damage multiplied by 150% of cold because of its subtype. Everyone else takes half negative energy and half cold, unless someone's got a subtype I don't know about.\n\nDamage: (5d6)[ 20 ] \n\nSo owlbear's healed for 10, hell hound takes 10 (-)energy and 15 cold, and everyone else takes 10 (-)E and 10 cold. Save DC 17 for half.\n\nOh, spells prepared. For simplicity's sake, all 1st slots are uttercold frost hands, all 2nds are dance of ruin, and all thirds are uttercold ball -- but both thirds are now used.\n "
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": " DM \n\nUrsevas unleashes a blast of cold energy. The the hellhound and one of the hobgoblin warrior are blown apart by the blast. another warrior, and the robed one manage to survive, but are badly injured. Marshek takes 10 damage.\n\nBarendek's charge hits the robed figure cleanly, it's still standing, but just barely.\n\nMarshek cuts down the last of the warrior, the corpse get a nice electric jolt, but fails to come back to life.\n\nKallan manages to regain control of his minions, while his skeleton is actually healed by Urseva's blast.\n\n \n\nAnd combat is over. You have 6 round ot decide what to do with the almost dead robed figure.\n\n\nEveryone gains 750 xp.\n\n\nLoot:\n\n\nSearching the fallen bodies you find:\n \n Spoiler \n\n8 somewhat old and damaged suits of chainmail.\n8 heavy steel shields\n8 composite longbows (+1 str)\n8 well crafted, but worn longswords. (MW)\n100 arrows.\n1 very finely crafted and kept breastplate. (MW)\n1 fine mace. (MW)\n\nZ had a fist sized metal plaque hanging from his neck. It seems to be inscribes with a dragon like head.\n\nU had a wooden staff adorned with metal (MW quarterstaff), and carries a pair of odd looking goggles.\n "
},
{
"author": "tsuyoshikentsu",
"message": "\"Hmph.\" Ursevas strolls to the corpses, brushing imaginary dirt from his sleeves. \"Sorry about the blast, Marshek. Anyone else want that staff?\""
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": "Aramina heals her wounds with a charge from the Healing belt for (2d8)[ 5 ] more hp, which should be enough for a full heal...\n \"So what do we ask our foe when he awakes? And how do we restrain him? Oh, yeah, can I have a few of those arrows to replace the ones I used?\" \n\n\nThe elf then looks around, bow in hand, as though waiting for others to make the difficult decisions..."
},
{
"author": "Darkantra",
"message": " Marshek Taruuc \n\nMarshek gives a howl as the spell sucked warmth and life from his skin and glares angrily at Ursevas. Slicing down the last enemy he gives his sword a quick wipe before sheathing it. Though angry he gives a nod to the cold mage.\n\n \"Such is battle. I might have use of one of those bows, and the goggles are interesting. First though Aramina,\" he turns to the paralyzed mage, \"I want to have a word with this traitor.\" \n\nMarshek slings his backpack off of his shoulders and pulls out a long length of silken rope. He begins binding the paralyzed hobgoblin's hands.\n\n \"Berenderak, can you make sure that he doesn't die from his wounds? And Kallan, I may need your... delicate touch.\" \n \n Spoiler \nMaking a Use Rope check to bind the caster.\n Use Rope - (1d20+3)[ 6 ] and then +10 if he tries to escape.\n "
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": "Kallan grins in the most disturbing manner possible and hefts his skeleton arm, before saying: \"Just give me one second. I want to talk to the Cleric...\" Engaging his spirit sight he begins speaking with the Cleric: \"Who, pray tell, is your master?\" He asks, initially innocuous."
},
{
"author": "Darkantra",
"message": " Marshek Taruuc \n\nMarshek finishes binding the wizard's hands with what he thinks are good knots. He wipes his forhead and flicks a bead of sweat at the hobgoblin's eyes. Intoning a quick spell he sets his hand on the hobgoblin's head and sends a quick burst of negative energy into him.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCasting touch of fatigue, the DC is 13 and fort based. Might as well make him as easy to subdue as possible.\n "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Arsenal \n\nThe warforged regroups with the others, coming from the backside of the ruin. \"If I may, I will attempt to ascertain the nature of the goggles,\" he offers.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf given the goggles to check, Artificer Knowledge (DC15): (1d20+7)[ 24 ] to determine if it is magical. Takes one minute. If it is, I will infuse identify to determine it's properties.\n "
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": " DM \n\nThe robed hobgoblin looks as defiant as a near death, fatigued and bound hobgoblin can look, but doesn't seem to be trying anything or in any way reacting to the party.\n\nKallan:\n \n Spoiler \n\nUsing your spirit sense, you notice the spirit of the cleric who replies to your inquiry. \"Hahaha, and, pray tell, why should I tell you anything.\" \n \n\n\nArsenal:\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe goggles are magical. Using Identify you learn this:\n\n Goggles of foe finding \n The lenses of this goggles continually fade back and forth between soot black and snow white. \n\nWhile you attack foes that have cover while wearing the goggles you ignore the cover bonus to AC they would normally receive. You cannot circumvent to effect of total cover.\n "
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": " \"Because I can deny you your spirit's final journey and sever your connection to death, forcing you to wander this plane for all of eternity, forced to bear witness to events even as you can do nothing to interact with them. None will be able to see, smell, touch, or hear you. That is why you will answer me!\" \n\nBluff Check: (1d20+3)[ 10 ] \n\nIntimidate Check: (1d20+13)[ 24 ] "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Arsenal \n\nArsenal studies the goggles for a couple of minutes, then moves next to Marshek to report his findings. \"The goggles aid those who attack opponents with partial cover, negating the effect unless they are completely covered. I would suggest it best used by Aramina.\" He then waits patiently for the outcome of Kallan's interrogation."
},
{
"author": "Darkantra",
"message": " Marshek Taruuc \n\nSheathing his sword Marshek rubs his battle-worn muscles, still eying the robed hobgoblin with hatred and ready to bring a fist crashing into his kinsman's face if need be. He waves over Aramina, nodding to Arsenals input.\n\n \"True, she'll make better use of it than any of us.\" "
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": "Aramina looks at the goggles, nods, and says, \" Yes, I could use these. Does anyone else want them? If not, I'll put them to good use. \" She gives a small smile, looking expectantly at her companions."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Arsenal \n\nThe artificer hands the goggles to the archer with a nod. \"Did you hear my explanation?\" Arsenal asks."
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": " DM \n\nKallan:\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe clerics face shows signs of worry, but he manages to shake them off. \"You can do no such thing. You may be able to desecrate my corpse you vile necromancer, but you can not hurt my soul. My master and his red hand will destroy you all., there is no hope for you and your kind. \n\nAny further questions are met with little more than insults.\n "
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": "Kallan dismisses the soul. Any questions directed at him are met with a sulky glare."
},
{
"author": "Darkantra",
"message": " Marshek Taruuc \n \"Take it for now Aramina, we can redistribute equipment if we need to when we get to the town.\" \n\nSeeing Kallan sulking Marshek laughs and bares his teeth.\n\n \"Don't worry friend, we've got a live one here.\" "
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": "Aramina accepts the goggles, \" Thank you. These should help me. \"\n\nShe then turns her attention to the surrounding woods, allowing the others to direct the questioning while she keeps watch for possible reinforcements."
},
{
"author": "Darkantra",
"message": " Marshek Taruuc \n\nAfter handing the goggles to the archer Marshek turns to his captive and grabs him roughly by the throat and hair. Leaning in close he growls at the man in thick goblin.\n\n \"Your companion over there,\" he nods towards one of the electricity burned corpses on the edge of the path, \"Said something interesting before he died, he said \"Death to Lhesh Haruuc.\" Betraying the one who led our people into dominance over this land is punishable by death, mongrel! And it's death that will come for you, you just have to choose the method.\" \n \"You tell us everything about who you are and the reason your group attacked us, and you'll be imprisoned and forced to work until your death when your soul can go where it may. If you don't say anything then I give you to him,\" Marshek takes his hand off the captive's hair and points to Kallan, \"He uses your soul to fuel his spells and raises your corpse to fight until it falls apart. It's your choice, make it quickly.\" \n\nHaving said his piece he begins draging the hobgoblin over to Kallan.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMaking a long-winded Intimidate check. If Kallan wishes to make an Intimidate check as well then this can be treated as an Aid Another instead.\n\n Intimidate - (1d20-1)[ 6 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": "Seeing as Marshek is being approximately as scary as musty styrofoam, Kallan decides to help him out. Walking over to the captive hobgoblin, Kallan runs a (skeletal) hand down the side of his enemy's face. Although the touch itself is as soft as a feather, the razor sharp points still draw lines of blood. In an immensely disturbing voice, Kallan begins to speak. \"Oh yes, I can show you horrors that would drive every sliver of sanity from your mind. I could force you to endure horrors that shouldn't even be physically possible. I could force you to suffer years in agony before you died. I can do it all, and I will, unless you just answer our questions.\" \n (1d20+13)[ 19 ] \n\n((OOC edit: All I need is one good roll, and I can make my enemies piss themselves. So far...I've gotten a 6 and an 11. Joy.))"
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": " DM \n\nCloser inspection of this creature shows his body to be warped and almost completely scarred. It is unclear if they are self inflicted, but it is clear this creature has suffered through incredibly amounts of pain.\n\nThe creature tries to stay quite while Marshek speaks, but his atempt at \"intimidation\" is jsut too much to take. \"What are you trying to do? Am I supposed to fear you ?\" he gives Marshek a wicked smile, his teeth are sharp and crooked. Haruuc is weak, what does he do with his might? Nothing!, he sells of his soldiers as mercenaries, deals with other nations when he should conquer!,...but who cares now, the Red hand is coming. \n\nWhen Kallan finishes speaking. Whatever horrors you can show me I have seen worse. I am finished, I have already spoken too much, try your worst young necromancer, I assure you, you will get more response out of torturing your puppets over there. he glances over to our undead minions."
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Arsenal \n\nThe warforged observes the interactions silently. Strange how they threaten and ignore those threats, he thinks to himself. Arsenal stands still, a silent sentinel among the fleshed beings."
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": " DM \n\n((I'm assuming you don't kill the prisioner, if you do just say so and ignore the question about him.))\n\nAfter a few uneventful hours you manage to arrive to town before nightfall. The tied hobgoblins, while not fully cooperating, don't present any significant resistance to your travel. The road descend into a town built mostly on the near side of a broad, sluggish river. You notice Six old stone piers marking the spot where a bridge once stood, but the span itself is long gone. Instead a couple of long thick ropes cross the river, each secured to a flat-bottomed ferryboat. Brown fields and green orchards surround the town.\n\nA group of armed guards stands watch. Six in total, 4 hobgoblin, 1 human, 1 goblin. The goblin and 2 hobgoblin are wearing leather armor, The belly and part of the torso of each armor, is painted a light blue-ish color. The other two hobgoblins and the human wear chain armor, decorated in purples and green. One of the hobgoblins armor carries the crest that you all recognize as House Deneith's.\n\nAs soon as they notice you, and the tied hobgoblin, a mail wearing hobgoblin signals to the goblin while the other four ready their polearms. The hobgoblin approaches you and speaks: \"Halt!, what is your business in Drellin's Ferry?, and what exactly is going on here?\" , he points at the tied prisoner."
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": "Kallan grins sadistically, moving his arm in such a way so as to reveal its skeletal nature. \"He and a larger group attacked us. We taught them them that banditry is bad.\" "
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": "The hobgoblin takes a quick step back as he notices Kallan's arm, but then regains his composure.\n\n\n Deneith crest wearing hobgoblin \n \"Well that answers whats with him, sadly bandit activity near the outskirts of town has increased in the past few days. We'll gladly take care of this savage.\" He glares at the prisioner, who quickly return the favor. \"Now what is your business in town?\" "
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": " \"We received a message from Norro Winston asking for our aid.\" "
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": " Deneith crest wearing hobgoblin \n \"Oh yes, we were to expect you , I'll send word you have arrived.\" He looks each party member up and down, nodding approvingly of Marshek in particular, glad to see a fellow hobgoblin. \"I believe he wants to talk to you about the bandits.\" He motions to the other side and the ferry boat starts moving towards this side of the river. \"He will meet you in the Old Bridge Inn momentarily, you will find it after you cross the river. Kellin runs the place, feel free to ask him fro accommodations and supplies.\" \n\nTwo of the guards relieve you of the prisioner and get on the ferry with the creature. \"We'll keep this one In that big stone building if you need him for anything\" The ferry ride takes about 6 minutes. Once on the toher side finding the inn is of no difficulty.\n\n The Old Bridge Inn \n\nThe building is of decent size and seems well kept. You enter to the common room, its full of goblinoids with the odd human scattered around. Most are drinking and many are doing gambling of any sort, lots of card playing and dice throwing, also cursing lots of cursing. A thin, older looking goblin seems to be shouting instructions, and ordering people around and as you enter he turns to you. \"Yes? What do you want?\" \n\nmap to date:\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou are near the red X.\n \n\nI'll be filling the spots of interest as you get near them.\n8. Old toll house (Jail)\n10: The Old Bridge Inn\n16. Gausler's Brewhouse\n17: Jendar's Warehouse.\n18: Sterrell's provisioning\n "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Arsenal \n\nThe warforged follows along silently, observing and cataloguing streets, alleys and locales. As usual, Arsenal leaves the conversation for Marshek or others as many continue to treat his kind as property rather than sentient beings."
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": "Kallan addresses the goblin. \"We're looking for Norro Winston.\" "
},
{
"author": "Darkantra",
"message": " Marshek Taruuc \n\nMarshek nods back in respect to the hobgoblin guardsman and pushes the captive towards the other soldiers.\n\n \"This one's a mage, so be sure to keep him from casting any spells. That's my rope too, so I'll pick it up from the jail later.\" \n\nNodding again to the soldiers Marshek departs with the others. In a way, he enjoyed the ferry ride. The peaceful lull of the river helped to wash the fatigue of battle away while he went over what they knew already and had to do in his head.\n\nThe inn was easy to find like the guardsman said and once inside Marshek grinned widely at the smell of goblin food and drink. Following Kallan to the counter he responds to the goblin in their tongue after Kallan speaks.\n\n \"The guards told us that you would direct us, Kellin right?\" "
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": " Kellin Shadowbanks \n\nHe looks a bit puzzled by Kallan's request. \"Afraid I just ran out of Norros...This is an inn, I can serve you a meal or offer you a room, both of which I have plenty off, political figures not so much.\" \n\nHe turns towards Marshek. \"Karsh must have sent you, he has the tendency to send all sorts of strangers my way. Good lad that one, sad I hear he's being shipped out to some brellish noble once he finished training here.\" He shakes his head and once again focuses on Marshek. \"Need directions eh? Well buy some drinks and start asking.\" "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Arsenal \n\nGiven no need to imbibe or ingest anything, Arsenal places himself adjacent to the door through which the group entered and observes the clientele, also noting additional exits from the room.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Search: (1d20+11)[ 24 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": " DM \n\nArsenal:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThere are about 3 other noticeable ways out of the room. A set of large doors in the opposite end of the entrance you used, stairs to your right as you enter, and a door behind the bar area.\n "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Arsenal \n\nThe warforged vigilantly observes the clientele, looking for any signs of over -interest in the newly arrived group."
},
{
"author": "Darkantra",
"message": " Marshek Taruuc \n\nMarshek hands a gold coin to the barkeep.\n\n \"Get me a good ale, and something to eat. So where are the best shops for weapons, equipment, and magic in this town?\" \n\nAfter the goblin answers Marshek begins to look around for a place to sit."
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": " Kellin \n\nKellin grabs the coin, inspects it for a few seconds and then signals to another goblin. You find a suitable table near a wall, and Kelin brings you a mug of ale, and a leg of some sort of animal, tastes like chicken. \"We have several shops in town, depends what you are looking for. Weapons and armor you go to Morlin's place, the Deneith humans are supposed to have a decent armory but they don't really sell anything, except older items to the town guard. The shrine to Dol Dorn can probably sell you a few magic items, as can Sertieren the Wise. Sertieren is not really a businessman, and is not always in the mood for business. Delora can supply you with any of your pack animal needs. Umm lets see what else...oh yeah Jarret sells some gear and clothing.\" \n\nArsenal:\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou notice no specific interest in the group. You get a few passing glances, and a few stares from the younger goblins but nothing that would make you uneasy.\n \n\n\nA few minutes after you have setteled another group enters the inn, 2 armored humans, 1 plainsclothed human, a hobgoblin female, and what you recognize as Norro Winston, who has grown a mustache since the last tiem you saw him. \"I heard you arrived\" he smiles. \"How are you my friends. Glad you could make it.\" his face turns serious. \"It seems we have a problem.\" He signals Kellin who leads both parties through a door into an empty room. \"As it seems you've already experienced ,the areas around my town are growing ever more dangerous. This is the reason I called you here. The road has always been a target for bandits, but lately they have increased very noticeably, and we've had some raids in the outer farmlands.The hobgoblin interrupts. \"We assume the attacks are coming from the woods, I sent some of my men to investigate, but sadly none have returned.\" \n Norro \n \"Where are my manners, This is Captain Sorrana, she's in charge of the town guard. Like she says, although we have been effective driving back any raids, we have been unable locate the bandits hiding place. This is where I was hoping you could help. I sent some scouts not long ago into the forest, to see what they could find, sadly none have returned. I fear my men are just not trained for this. We were hoping you could help us locate this band, and possibly drive it from the forest.\" \n\nNorro:\n \n\nMap to date (updated)\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou are near the red X.\n \n\nI'll be filling the spots of interest as you get near them.\n2: Open air market, mostly selling produce.\n3: Nice house, has two guards in Deneith colors standing outside.\n5: Morlin's smithy\n6. Shrine to Dol Dorn\n7. Sertherrien's house\n8: Jail\n9: Stone building\n10: The Old Bridge Inn\n11. Jarred Sundries\n12: Delora's place.\n13: Wooden building.\n17: Jendar's Warehouse.\n18: Sterrell's provisioning\n "
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": "Kallan listens intently. \"We would be happy to help. When shall we set out?\" "
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": "\" Do you know much about the woods around here? I don't know the local area, and I didn't see that any of these looked like a woodsman, \" Aramina replies, gesturing to her companions.\n\n \"A local guide would help me.\" "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Arsenal \n\nThe warforged steps forward from his position by the door of the meeting room to draw the attention of those gathered. His booming voice drowns out any noise from the common room, but seems focused forward so only those before him are best able to hear. \"Norrowinston. What have these bandits taken? What armaments and magics have they utilized? Are they all goblinoids? Are they utilizing basic hit-grab-and-run tactics?\" After speaking Arsenal returns to his former position."
},
{
"author": "Darkantra",
"message": " Marshek Taruuc \n\nMarshek nods along with the questions of the others, scowling slightly at how quickly Kallan pledged their assistance. Though he had no other desire than to track down the traitors at the moment there was no point rushing into things.\n\n \"True, a guide and a run down of their tactics would help. There's something that concerns me though. When they attacked us they had two hell hounds with them, and normal bandits wouldn't be able to control such beasts. Have you seen any other creatures assisting them?\" "
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": " Norro \n \"The bandits haven't been taking anything you wouldn't expect them too. The have mostly hit the outer farms, stealing supplies and destroying property. The town guard combined with my trainees is too strong for them to try any raids closer to town. They have also been targeting travelers across the Dawn way. ((The Dawn way is the main road in the are, your attack occurred in a part of the Dawn way.)) The road north has been practically closed, but that part has not been of much use lately, since it eventually leads into what once was Cyre.\" \n \"As for guides you can check with Jorr. He's an old soldier who settled in aa cabin just inside the forest. He's not the friendly type, but he's an expert on those woods, and he tends to dislike the Dakhaani bandits, very loyal to the Rhukaan Taash I hear.\" \n \n\"There have been no reports of weird creatures, apart from the expected Worgs.\" \n \"Ahh here.\" heh and the party a bag. \"A few thing we collected to help you, and a map of the area. I've been allowed to offer you 600 pieces of gold if you succeed. Any more questions? If not good luck hunting.\" \n\nmap:\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n\nRemember to flip horizontally.\nA is the road.\nB are trails.\nC is Jorr's cabin.\n \n\n\nbag:\n \n Spoiler \n\n2 scrolls labeled: cure light wounds.\n2 scrolls labeled: identify.\n2 scrolls labeled: obscuring mist.\n2 scrolls labeled: silent image.\n2 potions labeled: cure light wounds.\n1 potion labeled: darkvision.\n "
},
{
"author": "Darkantra",
"message": " Marshek Taruuc \n\nMarshek smiles slightly at the mention of the old man's allegiances.\n\n Good, if we can convince him that these raiders mean to destabilize Lhesh Haruuc's rule then we'll have no trouble securing his services.\n \n \"The deal sounds fine to me,\" Marshek growls to the others, \"We should get a good night's rest, where can we secure a room?\" "
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": " \"Let us leave first thing tomorrow morning to visit Jorr, then.\" "
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": " Norro \n\n\"Very well then, I will leave you to prepare for you mission.\" he signals his servants and the captain and begins to leave.\n\n Kellin \n\n\"If you need rooms you are in the right place. I have a few still available for the night. You could also try the Green Apple Inn, but you don't seem like the sort who can't afford a good night's rest.\"\n\n((Old Bridge Inn is 2gp per day, comes with breakfast.))\n\n\n((I'm going to give you a day or so before I move you along so that you can buy/sell or do whatever in town.))"
},
{
"author": "Darkantra",
"message": " Marshek Taruuc \n\nMarshek hands 2 gp over to Kellin.\n\n \"I'll stay here, It'll be good to spend a night in a goblin run inn.\" \n\nHe turns to the others and offers quick nods.\n\n \"We should be up as early as possible tomorrow, so let's get all of our trading and other business over either tonight or earl tomorrow.\" \n\n\nMarshek will go to the jail to pick up his rope if there aren't any objections."
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": "As Aramina has no trading that she wishes to complete, she will stay here at the inn and start resting early in order to be ready first thing in the morning."
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": "Kallan disappears into his room for the next period of time until the party is ready to leave or someone calls upon him."
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": " DM\n\nDay 2 \n\nThe party sells most of the mundane equipment, identifies items, and prepare themselves for a day, or more, in the woods.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nArsenal: The breastplate is a +1 breastplate.\nThe mundane equipment sells for: 2345 gp\n \n\n\nThe party sets out north, heading for Jorr's cabin. It takes about 4 hours to arrive, it should be midday.\n\nThe trail leads past a small cabin in a deep forest glade. A ramshackle front porch is littered with fishing baskets and skinning frames. The cabin overlooks a dark bayou or lake, with old gray cedar-trees draped in moss rising out of the water. An old skiff is tied up on the shore nearby, and a little smoke curls from the fieldstone chimney.\n\nSitting under the front porch are about 6 dogs who,as they notice the party, charge towards you baying. They stop 10 feet short of the party, but don't stop they barking and growling.\n\nA few seconds later, the cabin's door opens, and tall, for a goblin, figure of indeterminate age steps onto the porch. He has a seamed, leathery look to his face and arms, and a big curved knife sits in a sheath strapped to one thigh. \"Don't get many visitors here,\" he rasps, \"Who're you, and what d'ya want with me?\" "
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": "Aramina leaves one hand by her bow while she replies, \" If you're Jorr, we'd like to ask you for some help around here. There're some bandits in the area, and we'd like a guide who knows these woods before trying to find them. Could you help us with this?\" "
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": " Jorr \n \"Could I help ya?\" He stares sadly at his guard dogs. \"Bunch 'o raiders got to close to my cabin a few nights ago, bastards killed one of my pups...ye I'll help ya, those bandits deserve whatever is coming to them.\" He goes back into the cabin, come out with a small backpack and a bow. \"Does anyone have any idea where they are? or are relying on me to find 'em?\" He takes one of the dogs with him and tosses a big hunk of meet to the rest."
},
{
"author": "Darkantra",
"message": "[color=\"darkorange']Marshek Taruuc[/color=\"darkorange']\n\nMarshek eyes the dogs with distaste but give Jorr a nod of acceptance as the old man agrees to join them.\n\n[color=\"darkorange']\"They've been attacking along the Dawn Way for a while now, but we don't have an exact location. Are there any convenient places for an armed group to take control of somewhere along the road?\"[/color=\"darkorange']"
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": " Jorr \n \"These clans are not native to the woods, they come form the north, from the mountains. My guess is they are using, and probably holding the old skull gorge bridge. Would surprise me if you found a few in the old Vraath Keep, but we can check that out on the way to the bridge.\" \n\nJorr begins walking down the road, followed by his dog.\n\n((Is there anything specific anyone is doing while on the road?, spells, scouting, etc. I will probably post the first encounter tomorrow. ))"
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": "(I'm usually trying to keep an eye on the surroundings... The owl is less useful for daytime scouting, but is an extra pair of eyes and ears... Oh, and same spell prepared as yesterday, but not cast (Resist Energy))"
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": " Day 2 \n\nTravel for the first few hours is relatively safe, and you are soon approaching the first river crossing. A wide expanse of dark water has flooded the woodland in this low valley. Trees still protrude from the calm dark waters here and there, but many large reaches seem to be little more than algae-choked water. The thrill of frogs and the whine of insects fills the air. The forest road leads right down to th edge of the flooded section, up to a rickety-looking causeway made of thick planks of wood lashed together with mossy rope. The wooden causeway runs for several hundred feet though the boggy patch, only a foot or so above the water.\n\nUp ahead you can make out the wreckage of a wagon lying on its side and half sunk in the flooded forest, about 30 feet from the causeway.\n\nJorr\n \"Someone should probably check that wagon out, there might still be some gold or goods in it.\" \n \n\nTerrain details (key at the top of the map)\n\n Causeway(the planks) is somewhat sleek and uneven. DC 10 balance to run or charge, failure means the character can't move that round.\n\n Shallow bog Each square costs two squares of movement, tumble DC's increase by 2.\n\n Deeper Bog Each square costs four squares of movement, tumble is impossible.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSame colors as last time. I rolled spots and listen for you, nothing of interest is either seen or heard apart from the half sunken wagon. The wreckage doesn't seem to be to old. Dark blue is Jorr.\n\nMap of the Witchwood\n\n \n\nYou are near the red x.\n "
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": "Kallan says: \"Allow me.\" he mentally commands one of his Zombies to search the wagon and bring back anything metal."
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": " Surprise Round \n\nAs the zombie approaches the wagon he seems to stumble, and there appears to be a disturbance in the water. A slimy tentacle appears and grabs a hold of the zombie, trying to crush him. The zombie takes [3] damage from the slam, and an additional [6] from the constriction. ((This counts the DR))\n\nMore tentacles then start to appear in the water, about a dozen it seems. Aresnal seems to freeze moments after the creature reveals itself.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSlam +Improved Grab+Constrict was the AoO.\nArsenal is held as if by hold person, you can try a save during every of your turns, DC 16 will.\n \n\n\nCreature: ((The light green-ish area is its reach))\n\n \n\nMarshek:\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou are the only one who seems to have a clue as to what sort of creature this is. It is an aberration native to marshes and bogs. It can paralyze and even charm opponents. As you just saw his tentacles can be dangerous. It is a somewhat slow creature in water, unbearably so on land.\n \n\n\nInitiative:\nKallan\nAramina\nMarshek\nArsenal\nUrsevas\nBarendek\nCreature\n\n \n\nTerrain details (key at the top of the map)\n\n Causeway(the planks) is somewhat sleek and uneven. DC 10 balance to run or charge, failure means the character can't move that round.\n\n Shallow bog Each square costs two squares of movement, tumble DC's increase by 2.\n\n Deeper Bog Each square costs four squares of movement, tumble is impossible.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSame colors as last time. I rolled spots and listen for you, nothing of interest is either seen or heard apart from the half sunken wagon. The wreckage doesn't seem to be to old. Dark blue is Jorr.\n\nMap of the Witchwood\n\n \n\nYou are near the red x.\n "
},
{
"author": "Dorizzit",
"message": "Kallan orders his remaining undead backwards (allowing himself and Aramina to move forwards), and then moves up to D11. This done, he casts Summon Swarm on the creature, calling forth a swarm of bats while simultaneously ordering his zombie forwards.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe Zombie charges, attacking the creature:\n (1d20+4)[ 8 ] \n (1d6+1)[ 4 ] \n\nSwarm Damage:\n (1d6+1)[ 3 ] \nAlso, swarm damage wounds, so the creature takes an additional point of damage each turn (I'll add this onto the swarm damage).\n "
},
{
"author": "Darkantra",
"message": " Marshek Taruuc \n\nMarshek swears and draws his greatsword. Noticing Arsenal go stiff makes him curse again as his begins making an arcane gesture.\n\n \"The creature can charm or paralyze any of us, but it'll be slower now that it's on land. Don't let Arsenal get taken by it!\" \n\nHis spell completes and a sizzling line of dark energy strikes towards the beast's central mass.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCasting Ray of Enfeeblement at the creature for...\n RoF - (1d6+2)[ 3 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Arsenal \n\nThe warforged mentally strains against the paralyzing effect. After a brief moment Arsenal's head swivels in the direction of the creature. \"That will not be necessary, Marshek. I have reacquired motor control and function at full capacity once more,\" Arsenal booms as he takes a defensive stance with his trident. \"How is the creature classified?\" he asks.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Will save: (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \n I'll edit post if successful. \nTotal defense.\n "
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": "Aramina takes a 5ft step to A11, draws her bow, and unleashes an arrow into the beast:\n\nTo hit (including Point Blank Shot, ignoring cover):(+11) (1d20+11)[ 20 ] \nDamage: (1d8+4)[ 7 ] "
},
{
"author": "Darkantra",
"message": " Marshek Taruuc \n\nMarshek nods in gratification that Arsenal managed to shake off the paralysis.\n\n \"It's classified as an abberation, not a creature of this world but an unnatural hybrid.\" "
},
{
"author": "Powerfamiliar",
"message": " Surprise Round \n Kallan : Your mindless pawn charges the tentacled monstrosity, it doesn't succeed in harming the creature. ((The swarm appears at the beginning of your next turn, it has a 1 round casting time.))\n\n Aramina : Your arrow finds its way through all the tentacle, and strikes the creature's center.\n\n Marshek : Your ray hits the creature, visibly weakening and annoying it. ((You forgot to roll to hit, rolled it for you.))\n\n Ursevas : ((NPCed)) Ursevas casts a defensive spell. Suddenly there are many copies of the wizard. ((Mirror Image))\n\n Barendek : (NPCed)) Casts a spell and readies himself against the incoming creature. ((Shield of Faith))\n\nJorr: \"Oh my.\" He moves north a bit and draws his bow.\n\nCreature: The alien beast moves towards the party and begins swinging its tentacles against all in range. The already grapple zombie takes [7] damage. He swings 3 tentacles at the newly arrived zombie, who manages to avoid none. he takes [1] damage. ((Curse a lower strength and DR!!)) It swings 3 at Barendek and likewise for Marshek. 2 hit Marshek for a total of [7] damage, Barendek takes a total of [8] .\n\n\nInitiative:\nKallan\nAramina\nMarshek\nArsenal\nUrsevas\nBarendek\nCreature\n\n \n\nTerrain details (key at the top of the map)\n\n Causeway(the planks) is somewhat sleek and uneven. DC 10 balance to run or charge, failure means the character can't move that round.\n\n Shallow bog Each square costs two squares of movement, tumble DC's increase by 2.\n\n Deeper Bog Each square costs four squares of movement, tumble is impossible.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSame colors as last time. I rolled spots and listen for you, nothing of interest is either seen or heard apart from the half sunken wagon. The wreckage doesn't seem to be to old. Dark blue is Jorr.\n\nMap of the Witchwood\n\n \n\nYou are near the red x.\n "
},
{
"author": "Shishnarfne",
"message": "Aramina (I'll jump order, as I don't see it changing my action):\n\nRapid shot into the beast:\n\n (1d20+9)[ 26 ] \nDamage: (1d8+4)[ 8 ] \n (1d20+9)[ 23 ] \nDamage: (1d8+4)[ 12 ] "
},
{
"author": "GimliFett",
"message": " Arsenal \n\nThe warforged concentrates a moment, infusing a bane against aberrations into his trident. \"Thank you, Marshek. I am better prepared to damage the creature now,\" Arsenal booms as he readies himself either to receive an attack from the beast or to attack the beast himself.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRapid Infusion: personal weapon augmentation , bane vs aberrations (+2 hit, +2d6 damage).\n "
},
{
"author": "Darkantra",
"message": " Marshek Taruuc \n\nGrunting from the creature's slams Marshek steps quickly towards the main mass of the creature.\n\n \"Aim for the main mass, and no one get into melee if they can help it!\" \n \n Spoiler \nMarshek moves off of the bridge to F9 and attacks the creature with a channeled Shocking Grasp.\n\n Attack - (1d20+9)[ 10 ] \n Damage - (2d6+5)[ 10 ] \n SG - (5d6)[ 20 ] \n FAIL \n "
}
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"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 30: Elethomiel vs. Taleron \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 600 XP\n GP Award: 600 GP\n\n All combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": "Purchase:\n2x Scroll of Invisibility 300 [core]\n1x Scroll of See Invisibility 150 [core]\nAmber amulet of Vermin (Large Scorpion) 700 [Magic Item Compendium ( errata)]\n\n Init - (1d20+8)[ 22 ] \n\nspell selection: \n Spoiler \n0 Resistance\n0 Daze\n0 Daze\n0 Detect Magic\n(0) Mage Hand\n1 Sleep\n1 Sleep\n1 Ventriloquism\n1 Colorspray\n(1) Expeditious Retreat\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "i have a neg init modifier, so after you sir. taleron starts in y10 holding his guisarme.\n\nstats\n \n Spoiler \n\nreadied maneuvers:\ncharging minoutar\nsteely strike\nmoment of perfect mind\n "
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": " Elethiomel round 1\n\nElethiomel stands easy (B11), scroll in hand. As the the match begins, he recites it. The scroll flutters to the ground, but Elethiomel has vanished.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRecite scroll of invisibility. Drop scroll. Move silently - (1d20-1)[ 8 ] to C16.\n \n\nStatus \n Spoiler \nPosition: C16 AC 14 HP 8 Spells: Invisibility [300]\n \n\ndone."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Invisibility. Joy. Not sure if you can see my actions, so I'll post my them in a spoiler for now.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTaleron moves to T7 and scaters the planks. He also enters into Stance of Clarity.\n \n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 22\nAC: 19, ff 17, t 14\nEffects: Stance of Clarity\nLocation T7\n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "bigmac\n \n Spoiler \nno LoS, but he indeed can see your actions\n \n\n\nMaurkov\n \n Spoiler \nyour opponent moved into T7 and scatters the planks\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " High Ref Bronz \n\nHmm I do believe the Scorpion was banned from use, and I can't find where that was said at a glance. I will have to look further into it."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "I looked it up and Bronz is right. The amulet worn by Elethomiel is listed under banned material in the recruitment thread of the arena. You will have to scrap it from your inventory but get a full refund from it. At this point you may choose a different item to buy or save the money to spend it at a later date. The match will continue once this matter has been resolved. (luckily you did not use the amulet yet or the mess would be a lot bigger)"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "If Markov gets a refund for his amulet, I'd like to opportunity to get a refund from my purchases for this fight as well."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "What did you purchase? If it was in reaction to the purchasement of the amulet then you are allowed to do so.\n\n (and if it wasn't in response to the buying of the amulet, there still is the fact that bronz can overrule me and if he doesn't then you yourself as a high court member am pretty much overruling the both of us...) "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "yeah, I bought a potion of enlarge person so that the scorpion couldn't grapple me with it's improved grab ability (since it only works on creatures smaller than it)."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "A reactionary purchase to an illegal purchase is quite refundable."
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": "The banned item is an amber amulet of vermin, huge scorpion. This one, using the errata for the Magic Item Compendium, is merely large. May I continue?\n\nEdit: Hmm. The list (updated at 11:27 today) now bans all amber amulets."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Check the discussion in the waiting room, but short story is the huge version got downgraded to the large in an errata, so they are effectivly the same item and thus it is banned. And I think that the new rule, effective after you bought the large amulet, but before you can buy a new one is that all amber amulets are to be banned."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " High Ref Bronz \n\nNo, actually, as that is the exact same item. Nonetheless, if you check the Waiting Room, Amulets of Vermin have been banned. As this match was put on hold, and the item not used, it is eligible for the ban.\n\nSo you may refund your gold, and choose something else if you like, but this match may not continue until the amulet is removed from your character sheet.\n\nEdit: Doubly ninja'd. Ouch."
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": "Recognizing that they're horribly undercosted, I'm glad they're all banned. I just wish it had been after my fight with Taleron. 😉\n\nI'll substitute the purchase with a scroll of summon monster II, alright?"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Carry on then 😁"
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": " Elethiomel round 2\n\n \n Spoiler \nCast Expeditious Retreat. Move Silently - (1d20-1)[ 4 ] to C4 while drawing the scroll of summon monster\n \n\nStatus \n Spoiler \nPosition: C4 AC 14 HP 8 Spells: Invisibility [300], Expeditious Retreat [20]\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Taleron moves to R11 and readies an action\n \n Spoiler \nReady an action to make an attack against anything that comes into range of my Guisarme\n \n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 22\nAC: 21, ff 21, t 21\nEffects: Stance of Clarity\nLocation R11\n \n\n\nFYI..... Taleron is going to stay here and keep the same readied action until he can see / hear anything else going on. And with his negative listen modifier, chances are he won't here anything but the most obvious of sounds."
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": "Okay. If Taleron reacts at some point, I'll redo the subsequent actions.\n\n Elethiomel \n\nRound 3 \n Spoiler \nCast Ventriloquism. Move Silently - (1d20+4)[ 22 ] to J3.\n \n\n\nRef question: \n Spoiler \nCan Elethomel take 10 on a standing jump and make it from J3 to N4? That would be clearing 10' of muck, right? His jump check is +12 for speed, -2 for STR.\n \n\n\nif yes:\nRound 4 \n Spoiler \nTake 10 on a standing jump and make it from J3 to N4; walk quietly - (1d20-1)[ 8 ] to R4. Drop the scroll (so that it becomes visible). Unroll and step on the scroll. The idea is to make it so that it can be read, but that it appears to be just lying there if Taleron comes around the corner. If that takes more than a standard action, it will just delay Elethiomel's subsequent actions.\n \n\n\nRound 5 \n Spoiler \nUsing Ventriloquism to throw his voice to C10, cast Summon Monster II from scroll. Will save (Ventriloquism) is DC 13, but I don't think Taleron knows that.\n \nThis triggers a WILL save from Taleron."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " High Ref Bronz \n\nFirst, BigMac can you make a series of listen checks? 5 should do."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n listen - (1d20-3)[ 12 ] \n listen - (1d20-3)[ 11 ] \n listen - (1d20-3)[ 9 ] \n listen - (1d20-3)[ 16 ] \n listen - (1d20-3)[ 11 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n-During round 3:\n\n@BM\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou hear spellcasting from somewhere in the north and west. Do wish to react to it?\n \n\n\n@Maurkov\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo take 10's are allowed during combat.\n \n\n\nWaiting on BM response before moving forward."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nchange my ready action. ready an action to take a 5ft step and attack anything that moves or appears within 15ft of me\n \n\n\ntaleron doesn't move."
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": "For refs:\n \n Spoiler \nOkay, if taking 10 isn't permitted (and I'm only assuming that wading in the bog would mess with his invisibility; if not, forget it. He'll just walk.), he'll back up 20' and take a running jump, which will give him 10', even on a 1. The extra movement will waste a round, but if he stops in N4, his MS check should be 5 better, since he only traveled 60' in a full round of actions. Right?\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@Maurkov\n \n Spoiler \n\nWhile it is true that you are only moving half your movement, you need to make a \"running start\", which is hardly half pace. I am going to rule that the -5 stays in place.\n "
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": "@refs: \n Spoiler \nOkay.\n \n\n\nRedoing round 4:\n \n Spoiler \nHe'll back up 20' and take a running jump, which will give him 10', even on a 1. The extra movement will waste a round, but if he stops in N4, his MS check should be 5 better, since he only traveled 60' in a full round of actions. Right? Since it doesn't affect his stealth, he'll use more than half his move for the round, ending in R5.\n \n\n\nRedoing/inserting round 5:\n \n Spoiler \nDrop and arrange scroll.\n \n\n\nRound 6: \n Spoiler \nUsing Ventriloquism to throw his voice to C10, cast Summon Monster II from scroll. Will save (Ventriloquism) is DC 13, but I don't think Taleron knows that.\n \nThis triggers a WILL save from Taleron."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Does anything accompany the will save (like say a stream of color out of the blue, or sounds of spellcasting for a round preceeding it)?"
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": "Hmm. No stream of color. A ref will have to determine whether you hear spell casting.\n\n@refs \n Spoiler \nI just realized that if he doesn't hear it, no save is triggered.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n- Round 4\n\n@BM\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou barely hear a sound being made, in the same general direction as the casting came from. Do you react to it?\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "For refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo, but the direction of the sound is noted. Wish I would have bought a script of hunter's sesnse, but too late for that. For now I'll remain here. If that's the case, what do I hear before I need to make a will save? I'm just looking to see if it is a full round spell (SLEEP) or color spray.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n-round 6\n\n@BM\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou faintly hear spellcasting coming from somewhere in the West. It seems to be lasting longer than most (ie full round cast). You need to make that Will save now.\n \n\n\nBM needs to make his Will save."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Will Save (not sure if Elethomiel is able to detect if I save or not)\n \n Spoiler \n\nSo the sounds are from the west, but the noise was from the north. Fishy.\n willsave - (1d20-2)[ 13 ] \n\nI pray I didn't just lose this match\n "
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": "@refs \n Spoiler \nThe will save indicates that Elethiomel has begun reciting the scroll of SMII. Is he able to complete the action? Does he perceive any action or reaction from Taleron? reactive listen - (1d20+3)[ 9 ] , reactive spot - (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " High Ref Bronz \n\nHeh, some fast postings.\n\n@BM\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou recognize the sounds you heard from the west as illusionary, and because of that also recognize the true casting is coming from somewhere in the north.\nYou may react on your round 6 if you wish.\n \n\n\n@Maurkov\n \n Spoiler \n\nBM has his round 6 first, if he chooses to do anything, and then we continue with your round 7, where you will finish your casting.\nSpeaking of which, you need a caster level check, DC4, in order to use that second level spell. A 1 automatically fails. If you do fail, you need to make a DC5 wisdom check to prevent a mishap.\n \n\n\nTaleron gets to act on his turn in round 6, if he wishes."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Taleron's round 6 actions:\n\nTaleron remains in R11, waiting for something.\n \n Spoiler \nKeep the same ready action as before. Take a 5ft step (if necessay) to attack anything that moves or appears withing 15ft of Taleron\n \n\n\nEnd of Turn\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 22\nAC: 21, ff 21, t 21\nEffects: Stance of Clarity, Readied Action (see above)\nLocation R11\n "
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": "@refs \n Spoiler \nOops. For some reason I thought it was a CL check, and that a 1 wasn't an auto-fail.\nRound 1 Invisibility DC4 - (1d20+2)[ 19 ] \nRound 6 SMII DC4 - (1d20+2)[ 19 ] \n\nIf the first fails, we'll need to roll back, I think.\nAssuming the second succeeds,\n \nElethiomel will summon (1d3)[ 1 ] small monstrous spiders, to Q8, Q9, and P9. The first one will move up the pillar (R8, 10' up) and sling web. Spider1 web attack - (1d20+2)[ 20 ] \n The other two (if they exist), will move in and attack:\nQ9->R10 Spider2 attack - (1d20+4)[ 5 ] Spider2 damage - (1d4-2)[ 2 ] \nP9->Q10 Spider3 attack - (1d20+4)[ 6 ] Spider3 damage - (1d4-2)[ 0 ] \nI'd like to know if this triggers any readied actions before Elethiomel starts taking his round 7.\n\nEdit: 1 spider."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "When the spider appears in Q8, it triggers Taleron's readied action. He takes a 5ft step to Q10 and attacks the spider with his guisarme.\n\nTaleron will initiate his steely strike maneuver.\n attack - (1d20+13)[ 18 ] +2BaB, +1WF, +6str, +4 Steely Strike\n damage - (2d4+9)[ 15 ] \n\nSince that was a readied action that moves him up to the top of the initiative order, but he loses his move action for the round.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 22\nAC: 19, ff 17, th 14\nEffects: Stance of Clarity\nLocation Q10\nManeuver's Expended: Steely Strike\n "
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": "So Taleron has taken his round 7 action, and will act first in round 8.\n\n Elethiomel round 7\n\n \n Spoiler \nEnhance Attribute (INT). Cast Sleep, throwing voice to C10.\n \n\nDone.\n\nStatus \n Spoiler \n\nPosition: R4 AC 14 HP 8 Spells: Invisibility [294], Expeditious Retreat [15], Ventriloquism[16], Enhance Attribute[10]\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Taleron\n \n Spoiler \n\nReactive Listen (1d20-3)[ 6 ] \nDo I hear anything?\n \n\n\nNot done yet"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " High Ref Bronz \n\n@BM\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou hear spellcasting again, illusionary from the west and real to the north somewhere.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Taleron, Round 8 continued\n\nTaleron moves back to R11 and continues to wait for his opponent to show himself.\n\n \n Spoiler \nReady an action to move if he senses Elethomiel cast a spell within 15ft of him.\n \n\n\nEnd of turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 22\nAC: 21, ff 19, th 16\nEffects: Stance of Clarity, Ready Action (see above)\nLocation R11\nManeuver's Expended: Steely Strike\n "
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": " Elethiomel round 9\n\n \n Spoiler \nTarget the intersection at P10-Q11 Will save DC17. Move to Q5. Not done; I suspect Elethiomel will be interrupted.\n \nI believe that's another Will save. Then Elethiomel steps into Q5. Not done, but does that trigger a readied action?\n\nStatus: \n Spoiler \nPosition: Q5 AC 14 HP 8 Spells: Expeditious Retreat [14], Ventriloquism[15], Enhance Attribute[9]\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Using my moment of perfect mind maneuver to roll a concentration check instead of a will save.\n\nAlso, going to expend my psionic focus to take 15 on my concentration check.\n\nso will save = 15+11 = 26.\n\nNo, you haven't triggered my ready action yet."
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": " Elethiomel round 9 (continued)\n\nElethiomel nods and steps back behind the post. \n Spoiler \nMove Q5->S5, then sneak ->R5->Q6 (30'). Move Silently - (1d20+4)[ 8 ] , Hide - (1d20+6)[ 11 ] . Cast Daze, using Ventriloquism.\n \nElethiomel (hiding, I think the spot DC is 13) casts Daze (DC 16), the sound of which seems to originate from C10.\n\nDone."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Daze, nice.\n\n willsave - (1d20-2)[ 11 ] "
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": " Elethiomel round 10\n\nSensing that his spell has taken hold, Elethomel moves in Q6->Q8 and unleashes a blast of color (Will DC17).\n\nDuration if save is failed:\n (2d4)[ 5 ] unconscious\n (1d4)[ 3 ] blind"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "well, lets see if i can get a nat 20\n\n will - (1d20-2)[ 10 ] \n\nEdit: GG. I made a mistake this time, but I promise if I see you again, you will go down. Hard."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Not that it matters most of the time, but I prefer that a spellcaster NOT know the specific durations of color spray. If you know you have 8 rounds of unconcious vs 2, it makes a big differnce."
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": "gg. I better figure out a new tactic for next time.\n\nWhich was the mistake?"
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " High Ref Paladin Latham \n Elethiomel is declared the winner and recieves the listed prizes. "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Assuming you would use color spray. I was very specific about the conditions for my ready triger becuase I figured you would cast sleep and then color spray. I completely forgot about daze."
}
] |
[
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": "A select group of Thieves and Assassins sent to find and help the cleric/adventure Tunaster Dranik, by Drasek (your Leader and Head Cleric). You are doing this not just on a whim, but because your Head Cleric was told through a dream that the guild would find great favor with Mask (the cleric's Patron, and guilds only honnored god, whom you all serve and pray to) if they would do this. You are not to comprimise yourself, your guild, nor your God on the holy journey.\n\n After hiring a merchant ship, you and your companions cross the Dragonmere from Westgate (where your Guild is located) to the town of Marsember, not twenty miles away from Whenneo, the town Drasek was told Dranik would be in. You finally arrive in Whenneo and after two day's of searching the local taverns and talking up the towns fold you find this on a message board on the local temple of Tyr... \n To Those of Strong Arm, Keen Mind, and Curiosty, Salutations.\nSee the Man in the Blue at Wyvern Watch Inn before the 23rd if you wish to hear a peculiar riddle, and willing to take a commision to uncover it's answer. \n -T.D. \n You now find yourself at that very Inn looking across the bar to a weathered old man in blue he doesn't seem to have noticed your group as they walked in. He seemed more intrested in making patterns with his finger on the table. You all walk up, and wait until he notices you. Eyeing you wearly he nods to the seats surrouding the area. As you all sit, the silence between you stretchs, and it soon becomes clear that the cleric will not be the one to break it. \n\n((00C-> Ok guys, talk him down learn some stuff, and then we'll head back to your room from where we will hopefully get more fully in the excitment.))"
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Harry Spinner \n\nHarry stands a few inches short of 6 feet tell, with long black hair that he keeps tied back with a small piece of brown cord. His build is sturdy, but by no means muscular. His features are rather plain, and he likes to keep it that way so that he can more easily disappear into a crowd when he needs to. A small nose sits below two green eyes that are always scanning his surroundings for a mark, an escape route, or anything else that might be useful.\n\nHe wears a grey suit of leather armor, studded with black metal that has been worn so that all of the shine is gone. A longsword hangs easily at his right hip in a dark brown scabbard. On his back hangs a simple looking haversack, that sits easily on his shoulders, he barely seems to notice the weight of the thing. Tied to the backpack is a light crossbow on one side, and a case of bolts on the other. On his left forearm, a wooden buckler that shows signs of having been put to good use is tied.\n\nUpon receiving the instructions from Drasek, Harry made a special trip into the city to make a small purchase. When he showed up at the docks, a somewhat different man than you are used to stands before you.\n\nGone is the long black hair, and in it's place is a smart cut mop of blond. A circlet of silver now sits on his brow and keeps the bangs out of his eyes. Those piercing green eyes still stare out of his face, but now they sit atop a bit of a large nose that shows signs of having been broken. His equipment still appears the same, but his studded leather is now a more common brown, with shining metal studs. The must notable change, however is the prominant symbol of the goddess of merchants hanging around his neck on a leather cord. At the suspicious glares he receives upon approaching the group, his hands move through what appear to be fixing of the hair, scratching various places and gear checking to any casual observer, but that identify him as one of your guild to those trained in such things.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTaking 10 on the disguise check, 28 total.\n \n\n \"Oi, what're you all starin at? Let's get shoved off already.\" \n\nA casual smile accompanies his greeting and he moves past the group onto the gangway. Along the way, he tells you all to call him Henry and that he is a follower of Wuakeen if anybody asks.\n\n-----------------------------------------------------------------\n\nSitting across from the table, Harry clears his throat and breaks the somewhat uneasy silence,\n\n \"So, we hear you've got a riddle....\" "
},
{
"author": "lordsigmund",
"message": " Shariin Jeran \n\nShariin sat slouched at the side of the table keeping a sharp eye on the man in blue on the other side. He was content to let his companions do the talking for now, he'd be the first to admit that he wasn't the best man with words, but he was ready to look intimidating if the situation called for it.\n\nMeanwhile he took in their surroundings, noting anything of interest, the exits and anyone in the bar that might be paying an interest to their little meeting.\n\nHis shield and sword were leaning against his pack on the floor next to his chair ready to be grabbed if he needed to."
},
{
"author": "de-trick",
"message": " James Apollon \n\nA man who stands a close to equal to his companion Harry, looks more of a local than a adventurer here. For his armor hiding under his white and blouse and brown overcoat. James is a quiet man, he is a bit uneasy of the city and it's shady pub. The city reminds him of his childhood in the orphanage. As he sits down he squints in pain of in wounds of his childhood. He is not at home, the noises and large amount of people, makes James uneasy. As his blue eye adapt to the lighting of the pub. James waits for one of his more charismatic companions to confront the old man."
},
{
"author": "Ruik",
"message": " Martin Kayclsey \n\nMartin is a fairly tall young man, who looks more like an uninteresting mercenary than a cleric of Mask. He too wears worn studded leather amour, with a worn buckler on his arm, and the well worn hilt of what would appear to be a serviceable longsword. Appearances can be deceiving however, especially when a cleric of Mask is involved, and attached to the unassuming hilt is a blade forged of the highest grade steel by a master sword smith.\n\nUsually graceful and lithe, Martin is obviously hampered slightly by the well stocked backpack and crossbow attached to the side. He waits patiently as Harry disappears, and remains quiet as he returns, save for an amused shake of the head and a softly muttered \"Wuakeen! Interesting choice...\" \n\nAt the Inn, Martin gladly dispenses with his backpack and moves his blade into a more comfortable position before sitting down. He waits for Harry to speak and then pipes up himself.\n\n \"....and we be willing to hear more about this commission to uncover its answer.\" "
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": " Yes. Yes, well, I do have some sort of riddle, and the means to pay for it's solution. \n\nPausing, the older man glances around, when he visably relaxes he continues.\n\n Well ya see, 'bout a tenday ago, I went to the newly built Mystra Temple located just out of town, up the foot hills a ways. As Mystra is my patron, 'nd I part of 'er traveling clergy, I felt it my duty to see to the new temple 'nd my fellow priest. I was actually shocked that in all my traveling I hadn't heard the news before it was finished. I was still more suprised at the welcome I got when I arrived. As a practicing Cleric I asked to see the inner temple 'nd holy ground but they denied me my rights of being a cleric of Mystra! I showed them me holy symbol and even put on a small light show to show my athenticity, but still they refused. When I asked more forcefully they throw'd me out 'nd chased me away with arrows 'nd steel at me back. With out me goddess help they surely would have caught me and I wouldn't be here to talk to ya. I'm just wondering how me, a priest in good standing with the organization can not have heard of this church and it's high lady, Lady Arthas! I say somthing fishy is a'foot. \n So what I'm asking ya is this, Can ya find me the reason for there suspicous acts? I would be in ya debt. Not to mention light in the pockets after the sum I'll offer ya. But, while your seeking this temples mysterious, I'll be seeking the closest Temple of the Lady to help with me search. But see, I'm sure to be missing somthing, go ahead, ask your questions. \n\nAny person that is concious and within listening distance knows from the man's accent that he was either raised in the south west or by dwarves."
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": "((Come now))"
},
{
"author": "Ruik",
"message": " Martin Kayclsey \n\nMartin leans back in his chair thoughtfully for a moment before speaking.\n\n \"You have caught my attention rightly enough, though I cannot speak for all here.\" \n\nHe takes a brief moment to look around the table, knowing that none had the intention of rejecting the offer. He focuses once more on Tunaster and continues.\n\n \"How much do you know about this Lady Arthas? Is she a cleric of repute, or has she simply turned up as mysteriously as this temple of hers?\" "
},
{
"author": "de-trick",
"message": " James Apollon \nJames who was been quietly listening to the old man talk his story. Has been thinking about the problem at hand and of his journey that mask trusteed to him.\n I don't speak for my companions but I will see what I can do. Just out of curiosity do you hail from the southwest "
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": "Smiling at the adventures agreement, Dranik continues.\n\n Yes, quiet mysterious. 'Er and 'er temple just popped up outa no wheres. If she does excist then she is to be of some power, to control the entire temple. I have been out of contact with the organization for over half a year, so... But I doubt that she could raise from unknown to a temple leader in that amount of time. \n\nLooking around, the cleric places both hands on the table and half stands.\n\n Aye, sir. From the coast near the pirate isle. If that's all then I'll give you your first instalement and leave you to your buffing. "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Harry Spinner \n\nHarry is a bit curious at some of this man's tale. He listens as his companions ask their questions and then pipes up,\n\n \"You mentioned that you were out of contact with your organisation for half a year, was there some sort of falling out? I would hate to dig into the workings of a temple to the Lady of Mysteries for the wrong reasons. Can you provide us with some sort of proof of your good faith.\" \n\nHarry watches Dranik carefully, hoping something in the man's demeanor will give more insight into his intentions.\n\n Sense Motive - (1d20+5)[ 8 ] "
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": " Aye, Sir, half a year. 'Course there was no falling out. I was just out spreading the word of the the Lady. It's not unusual for the traveling clergy not to be in touch with the main church. \n Diarmuid - He seems to be in a hurry, but also is telling the truth. He seems worried, but hopeful."
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Harry \n\nNodding along with the man, Harry follows up with another couple of questions.\n\n \"I suppose that sounds reasonable enough. I am versed in the doings of the church of Wuakeen, but one never can be sure how the workings of the Lady of Mysteries will be.\" \n\nHe offers a smile to diffuse the man's anxiety.\n\n Bluff - (1d20+10)[ 11 ] \n \"I think it is highly likely we will assist you in this, as it does seem quite strange. You mentioned a sum, but did not name the figure. What would be the reward for uncovering this mystery, and how much would you be willing to part with as a token of good measure? And going along with the bargain...how would we get back in contact with you once we have the information? You seem eager to be away from this place and I would hate for us to reach an agreement we could not keep. My lady would not be pleased with such a bargain.\" "
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": " Yes, Yes. Well I plan on going to the Tower of Mysterey, in Saerloon. The sum I am prepared to give ya is 1,000 gold pieces now and 3,000 gold pieces once you have found the culprits behind the ladies heritics. I am fairly certain that I can be teleported back here, so I can get back here in 7 days. But If I can't it will be closer to two tendays before I return. Therefore, I am perpared to give you a letter, that marked with my arcane mark will refund you for the last three thousand. Of course you will probably have to submit to a Dicern Lies spell. I do hope that will cover your plaintives. \n\nPausing he looks around the table, much more at ease than when he begain. Growling in his accent he continues.\n\n Do we have an Acord? "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Harry \n\nHarry does not even bother trying to hide his reaction to the sums mentioned. His eyebrows raise and his eyes widen at the prospect of 4000 gold to split amongst his group. He plays his gaze to each of the others, the obvious question on his mind. As he does so, he seemingly picks some dirt from under a nail and then wipes an invisible speck off his right collar.\n\n [Thief Signs]\" Deal or no? \"[/Thief Signs] "
},
{
"author": "Jeggred Von",
"message": " Silence \n\nA normal looking man of no striking detail walked out from the back room hooded and clad in dark blacks and grays. Wiping of a dagger on his breeches, The man known as \"Silence\" resheathed the newly cleaned dagger and moved past one of the other patrons chuckling. His eyes, one black and one blue, both scan the room and take note of how many people are present as well as locations in respect to his friends.\nHe ran the outer edge of his gloved thumb down his black goatee and nodded to a random patron. His frame, while not thick and hulking, was equipped for travel.\nThe change jingling in his pocket felt rather light of late and Silence took note of it as he slid up behind Harry and James. Listening to the man in blue tell his story, Silence took note of a few key things.\n\nClerics....Mystra....New Temple....Mysteries.... then...4000 gold pieces in no hushed tone from the blue man.\n\nFrom behind James and Harry came a voice like a dead body being dragged through leaves.\n\n \"I'm in.\" "
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": "Nodding in a simple way, Turnaster slides over a folded, wax sealed paper. Beside the seal you can see a magical mark glowing through the paper itself. He sits back down and throws a coin pouch across the table landing right infront of Harry.\n\n Hope that helps with your investagation. Mystra's Magic guide your way. \n\nWith a nod he does finally get up and walk to the back of the inn, swaggering through the disapaiting crowd and up the dimmed stairs in the corner.\n\n((00C-> Ok guys, now you can do what you wish, or speed foward to 100 yards from the temple gates [at a time of your own device]. Whatever is you choice, decide in the OOC))"
},
{
"author": "Jeggred Von",
"message": " Silence \n\nHe watches the man leave and then walks along with his group. Using his peripheral vision to make sure no one is paying them any attention. The man known as Silence grabs his own throat, and leans over to his allies. Clearing his throat quietly, he attempts to speak. The sound is a little more than gravel rocks falling down a slate roof.\n\n \" Four Thousand gold for visiting a church and sniffing around? Something is amiss.\" He looks to them, allowing them to finish his thoughts without speaking much more.\n\nSilence's hand slides down to his belt, as it always did when he was nervous and he relaxed, feeling the hilts of his short sword and dagger."
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Harry \n\nMerely nodding to his silent companion, Harry walks over the to proprietor of the establishment and asks for 2 rooms for Henry Stillwater and his companions, the group will be staying in town for a few days trying to secure some goods to bring back to Suzail.\n\nHanding the man the necessary coin, he leads the small group upstairs to their rooms.\n\n \"Aye, there's likely something amiss here. But we wouldnt even be here if the Rogue did not have some interest. How do we want to play this one boys? Case the joint and find the best place to sneak in and check it out, or go in the front door pretending to be lookin for the Lady of Mysteries' blessings and see what Tymora has in store for us? Either way, I think we should spend a little time in the taverns and see what the public opinion is of this new temple.\" \n\nDropping off his pack near one of the beds, Harry moves towards the window to see what kind of vantage point his new headquarters affords him. He shrugs at the fairly innocuous street out front and moves away from the portal.\n\n \"Maybe a couple of you go set up a secondary shop at another inn, pretend to be some adventurers with coin to spend. People love to talk to adventurers. Maybe Shaarin, Martin, and James go do that, then hit the south and west parts of town for information. In the meantime Silence and I will go north and east. Meet back here in a few hours to swap stories and figure out how to crack this egg?\" "
},
{
"author": "de-trick",
"message": " James Apollon \n We should find some kinda cover once we get into the temple, but not sure what or who. Or if somethings amisted we shouldn't be caught to far in are cover \n\nJames takes a seat of a chair. The pain is shown on his face.\n\n Hhh maybe I could use the cover of a old wizard with my back James chuckles to him self.\n\nAfter Harry says to set up a second place\n\n Well my boy's shall we get out of their hair than, we better find another Inn before the thieves come round James chuckles to himself quietly\n\n Man I crack myself up some times "
},
{
"author": "lordsigmund",
"message": " Shariin \n\nShariin follows the group upstairs, taking the rear and making sure they're not followed.\n\nWhen they get to the room Harry leads them to he dumps his pack on the ground and lies his shield against the wall.\n\nAfter James mentions his cover idea he says\n\n \"Well you're gonna need a bodyguard with a back like that in a place like the one were going to. I saw another bar on the way into town, looks like a likely sort of place to trawl for information. Called the \"Orc's Axe\" if I remember correctly, definately my sort of place\" \n\nShariin grins widely, he scar on his cheek making it seem even wider.\n\n \"Lets leave these two to do what they do best then\" \n\nShariin winks in the direction of the rogues."
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n ((00C-> So who's going where?))\n "
},
{
"author": "de-trick",
"message": "(OCC not sure about martin but Shariin, and me are going to the other side of town. And Silence and harry stay here)"
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n((00C-> I take it the group of three are going to the temple. So who's going to the temple, that will be where martin goes.))\n "
},
{
"author": "Ruik",
"message": " Martin Kayclsey \n\nMartin follows the exchange between Shariin and James closely before speaking up.\n\n \"Well bodyguard, confidant, whatever - it makes little difference. As long as Shariin and I show a little deference, we can let others draw their own conclusions. I would say it is about time for us to be moving.\" \n\nSo saying he stands up and begins collecting his gear."
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": "The next day Martin, Sharrin, and James head for the temple up the hill and away from town. After walking for a little more than half and hour, they see a clearing ahead that makes a circle that ends on the otherside with the entrance to a building two stories high, with walls surrounding it and a grand entrance in the middle. Presumably this is the temple that you have heard so much about.\n\n \n Spoiler \n ((00C- Make your spot checks and what not to see what you can see then from there it's up to you to wait and get the watch patrols or go for a more foward approach))\n \n\n\nThe next day Silence and Harry go about the local tavern and temples to gather information and harvest a little here and a little there. Silence sticks to intimadation while Harry chats up the local bar maids or pays off an old drunkard.\n\n \n Spoiler \n ((00C- Make your gather information/intimadation checks, and I'll tell you what you have overheard/beat up/ swindled out of the crowds. ))\n "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Harry \n Gather Information - (1d20+3)[ 19 ] "
},
{
"author": "de-trick",
"message": " James Apollon \nDisguise to look like a classic wizard take 20 before we left Disguise check total 24\n spot \n (1d20+6)[ 19 ] "
},
{
"author": "Ruik",
"message": " Martin Kayclsey \n Spot - (1d20+3)[ 21 ] "
},
{
"author": "Jeggred Von",
"message": " Silence \n\nTHe man labeled \"Silence\" sat on the edge of his bed and waited for the others to leave the room on their way to their half of the plan. Tucking his own backpack and travel goods into the room, he looks over his shoulder to Harry and swallows hard, feeling his scarred neck stretch a bit as he tried to work his injured voicebox.\n\n\"Good plan. Split us up. What if they are in need of our skills? More importantly, What if someone accidentally falls into my blades in the taverns and we need our meat shields?\" Silence smirked at Harry and finished storing his travel gear. He turned and checked for his weapons, then moved to the door.\n\n(fast forward to the info gathering in the taverns.)\n\n\n gather Information - (1d20+0)[ 2 ] \n knowledge Local - (1d20+2)[ 7 ] \n\nOOC: \n Spoiler \n Sorry guys, but usually i do not post on the weekends. Sat and Sunday are usually my gone days from digital world. So i will play catch up, unless we're likei nthe middle of combat or whatever.\n "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Harry \n\nSmiling a bit to his usually quiet companion, Harry merely shrugs.\n\n \"If they cant handle a simple recon and information gathering plan, then maybe they are not as deserving of Mask's favor. As for the other question...the only way someone could fall on your blades would be if they were to fall backwards into you.\" \n\nWith a wink and a slight chuckle at his joke regarding Silence's preferred method of attack he finishes adjusting his outfit to look appropriately like a merchant/cleric of Waukeen.\n\n \"So, remember...Henry Stillwater.\" \n\nHe says while pointing to himself,\n\n \"And what should I call you if the need arises, or I want to introduce my quiet, hired muscle man?\" \n\n[ooc] More than happy to FF the Info Gathering. Let me know how much in bought drinks and little bribes to barkeeps/waitresses/etc I should detract. [/ooc]"
},
{
"author": "lordsigmund",
"message": " Shariin \n\nSpot: (1d20-1)[ 13 ] "
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": " Harry \n \n Spoiler \n After bribing an older bar maid, seeking out the local thief (and by hapenstance fellow Mask follower) you learned a few things about the new temple of Mystra. One, they (The New Church) seem to have spent plenty of coin on supplies and materials, and then through magic put them to good use, hurring through the building of the Temple. Two (this from the thief, whom declined a bribe, instead settling for an offering to Mask [5gp 😉 ]), the Purple Dragons investigated the temple after some folk had complained about weird lights and sounds at night. This though doesn't seem that odd as it is a temple to Mystra, Goddess of Magic. The Purple Dragons of course did not find anything suspicious.\n \n\n Silence \n \n Spoiler \n Living up to your nickname, you don't speak much. Those few who do turn to you smiling, quickly look away uneasy. After waiting outside a magically shadowed alley as Harry spoke to the local thief you and he both head back to the Wvyrn Watch Inn to await your companions.\n \n\n Sharlin \n \n Spoiler \n After waiting outside the Temple's watch's view, you see that their never seems to be less than two guards patroling the top of the outerwall. Even at shift change the guards from below come up to releave the Guards on duty. Also you see a small guard post (which would probably hold near 6-8 guards) outside the temple itself, where the Guards leave and enter. Though there is no way to know if that is where all the guards stay.\n \n\n Martian Kayclsey \n \n Spoiler \n You see the guards patroling the outside of the walls wear light hearted faces and grins, not faces of those pressed into service by a cruel task master. You see Bows and Longswords acompany all the guards in sight. You count a total of eight guards through there shifts. The day is getting late and you see it is creeping closer towards pre-dinner time.\n \n\n James Apollon \n \n Spoiler \n You see that the Guards along the tower don't have any magical components and therefor just fill out the basic meat shield tab. From there vantige point they should also get a boast to any attempts to look and listen for intruders.\n \n\n All \n \n Spoiler \n ((00C-> I put all your spot checks together so you should read everybodies elses. And I imagine you'll all find out each others info when you meet. Carry On))\n "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Harry \n\nThe \"priest of Waukeen\" leans back comfortably in a stool at the inn's bar discussion which types of goods are \"in season\" here and might sell well back in his hometown. (I swear I looked at some maps and found a suitable town, but never included it in a post, damn!)\n\n Disguise to act in Character - (1d20+18)[ 26 ] \n\nHe waits patiently with a mostly still full mug of ale for his companions to return."
},
{
"author": "de-trick",
"message": " James \n\nJames walks in tired from his steak out, sits down with harry and waits for someone to speak."
},
{
"author": "Ruik",
"message": " Martian Kayclsey \n\nAs dark approaches, Martin turns to his companions and whispers in a soft voice.\n\n \"Well they appear to be well armed, well motivated and professional. Could be better.\" "
},
{
"author": "de-trick",
"message": " James \n Could be worse, could have a dragon protecting it. "
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": "As Harry and Silence sit and wait for the return of there companions, the bartender walks over to them, greeting them with a smile and nod.\n\n Oye, You be that Priest of Waukeen, that I've heard about? Well, you must be, you got his symbol on your shield. \n\nSpeaks the bartender, answering his own question. After a secound or so of silence, the bartender shuffles from one foot to another and speaks agian in a forced smile.\n\n Well, I was told to give you this if I spotted ya. Fellow in a hooded cloak gave it to me. Tad odd if you ask me, though sounded kind enough. \n\nHe hands you a sealed envolope, which shows no sign of being tampered with on the bartenders behalf. After looking it over, you see it has no outward notations on it, though when you open it you find a quickly scrolled note written in a shaky hand read:\n\n If you are indeed the priest asking about an entrance to the temple, then I can sneak you in. But be quick and quiet, for they are watching me. Meet me at 23 impil street, east of the river, hour past sunset. \n\nObviously your questioning did not go unnoticed. You rember the river the note speaks of and think you can find the street as well. Though you companions still have not returned. It is about three hours till sunset now."
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Harry \n\nThe cleric reads the message impassively. He slides the paper face-down across the table to Silence. While making it seem as if he is rubbing his chin and searching his pockets for something, he passes his own message to his companion.\n\n [Thief Signs] If they no back in 3 hours, we go to meeting alone and early, OK? [/Thief Signs] \n\nHarry lets the man read the note, and then takes is back, folding it into his pocket. He moves to the bar and slides a silver across to the man behind it, a wide smile on his face.\n\n \"Many thanks, I think we may have found just the kind of deal the Lady o' Commerce smiles upon. Did you get a chance to look at the feller who brought this? He mentions some elven goods and I'm curious if he was actually elven, or if I should make sure to inspect 'is goods fully.\" \n\nHarry offers an overly knowing wink to the man, as if they have shared some jest.\n\n Disguise to act in Character - (1d20+18)[ 25 ] "
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": "Wiping up the table with a cloth, he deftly palms the coin.\n\n Aye, he might have been elven. He was sorda short, standing closer to five foot than five and a half. Though as I said, I couldn't see his face, kept that heavy hood up the entire time, didn't he. Though truth be told he walked like he knew how to carry himself. I don't think I'd like to get into a tussle with him. But that was just me, and I don't know all that much about fighting. More of a buisness man myself. Hope that answered your question. "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Harry \n\nWith a nod to the man, Harry knocks the wooden bar twice with his knuckles,\n\n \"Well, maybe Tymora'll smile down on me and this gent really will have some elven goods 'e's looking ta sell. If I get any of that elven wine, I'll let you know. Stuff usually sells well, but I'd be worryin' about the bottles breaking or getting opened on the way back. Thanks again, friend.\" \n Disguise - (1d20+18)[ 23 ] \n\nWith that, he walks past Silence and heads up their rooms to ready himself for an evening of intrigue.\n\n[ooc] Go upstairs, put on my gear. We will wait until about half an hour until sunset and then head out. If the others havent arrived by then, leave an encoded note in the room explaining where we went. If they are back, they are more than welcome to come with us. Will find out from some random person where Impil Street is. I would like to take a couple walks by to get the lay of the place and maybe see if there's a way to put Silence up on a roof nearby ahead of time (or preferably someone with a ranged weapon if the others are with us). Either way, I would like to be hidden somewhere near this place at least 30 minutes before before the meeting. [/ooc]"
},
{
"author": "Jeggred Von",
"message": "Silence\n\nFollowing the queues from \"Henry\", The throat-slit assassin-to-be moves around the room, taking a leisurely stroll tomake sure no one followed his ally up the stairs. After seeing the coast clear of danger, Silence makes his way up tothe room and likewise, begins packing his own equipment and gear up.\n\nFinishing before Henry, Silence moves out to the hallway, and leans against the wall past their door, moving further into any shadows of the hall. He awaits the time for them to move."
},
{
"author": "lordsigmund",
"message": " Shariin \n \"Well it doesnt look like it's going to be easy getting into this place, lets hope the others have had more luck finding a subtle way in. Lets get back to the inn and see what they've turned up\" \n\nShariin slips back away from the temple, beckoning Martin and James to follow him back to the inn."
},
{
"author": "de-trick",
"message": " James \n Aye, shall we be of than, lets go see what the other two found "
},
{
"author": "Ruik",
"message": " Martian Kayclsey \n\nMartin turns and follows his companions back to the tavern, trying to keep a low profile so as not to alert the guards.\n\n \"Well at least we have an idea of what we are up against now, and just how much we could do with that 'other' way in.\" "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Harry \n\n[ooc] For the sake of moving things along, I'll assume everyone shared all the information they got, in other words everyone go read everyone else's spoilers [/ooc]\n\nHarry was pleased when the others returned before he had to set off to the meeting without them, and their information only made a possible \"secret entrance\" all the more appetizing.\n\n \"Well, 8 guards out front seems like an awful lot for a simple temple even if there's only a couple on duty at a time. Course, we wouldnt have been sent here to work with that Mystran if there wasnt something fishy here. I say we meet this guy who says he can sneak us in. Heck, maybe it's one of our own already done some of our legwork for us. But...we didnt get where are by just walking into everything face first. I want someone to go there a bit early and get themselves hidden in the area, and I'd love for someone good with a bow or a crossbow to get up on a roof nearby to watch for the watch and provide cover. I should probably be the one to attend the meeting as the letter was given with my description.\" \n\nHe looks each member of the team in the eyes,\n\n \"So who wants to be where? We dont have much time, the meeting is in a little over and hour\" "
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": "Everybody leaves the Inn in pairs, all except for Harry, who leaves alone, in the guise of the Merchant Priest. The sun has all but set when you finally get to the ally, and the torches have been lite once you get to the ally, which has the smell of vomit and bear. Everybody stays close, but clear of the ally while Harry aproaches.\n\n Harry \n \n Spoiler \n As you enter the ally you see crates sitting to the sides of an empty straight between the warehouses. The two side buildings end in another, at the stretches of your darkvision, slightly shorter building, that beheld a old wooden door on it's side, with a brass plaque hung above it reading: 23 Impil Street \n \n\n\nEverbody else can just see Harry standing inside the ally, being comforted by the bufiting shadows. Unlike the ally the street next to it has torchs lit by the night guards an hour ago, each about 60ft apart.\n\nOOC\n \n Spoiler \n If you want some one on the roofs now is when you want to tell me. If not then I'll let the scene rolll.\n "
},
{
"author": "Ruik",
"message": " Martian Kayclsey \n\nMartin looks at Harry and nods his agreement.\n\n \"I have some skill with my crossbow, and my faith can guide my aim, if but for a short time, so I will go if no other will. We should make best use of the talents we have available however.\" \n\nSo saying he begins readying his crossbow and looks patiently at the others.\n\n((OOC))\n \n Spoiler \n+6 to hit with crossbow, +7 if I cast guidance first... Just depends if there is someone who is a better shot, and whether they would be better off somewhere else, and vice versa.\n "
},
{
"author": "de-trick",
"message": " James \n Wait, martin let me go I have hunted deers in the forest with get aim \n\n\nOCC\n \n Spoiler \nsneak attack and ambushes😛 I have +6 but be doing 1d8+1d6+2\n "
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": " James \n \n Spoiler \nAfter a quick search, you find a ladder, you go to the closet ally and climb up the wall with the help of the ladder. You run, sneak, crawl and dash across the roofs, soon aproaching the ally. As you get to the wareohouse that edges the ally though, you see a croached figure on top of the roof, waiting for your companions below. The figure is short and squat, which made you think hafling. Though he seems not to notice you, he just cocked his head as if he heard something behind him.\n \n\n Everybody \n \n Spoiler \n \n\nThe walls are 20ft high\nThe orange boxxes are crates that are 5ft high, easy jump check.\nYour Color Imitates your Speaking color.\nRed and Yellow is what James saw.\nChanged the movement rules. Use code such as U for up, B for back, L and R for the obviouse Left and Right. So U4 to move up 4 squares.\nJames you have one suprise round before the Hafling reacts.\nNo one else Knows about the hafling, but you probably will here the noise in a round.\n "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Harry \n\nIt still being a little early for the meeting, Harry saunters down the road towards 23 Impil Street.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe only thing you mentioned Harry seeing was a figure on a roof, is the red dot one of us, Sharin perhaps?\n "
},
{
"author": "de-trick",
"message": " James \nIll fire a arrow at the small creature\n\n (1d20+6)[ 21 ] \ndamage\n (1d8+2)[ 9 ] \n sneak attack (1d8)[ 6 ] grr rolled a d8 by accident\n\nthen my move action take cover(hide)\n (1d20+11)[ 29 ] "
},
{
"author": "de-trick",
"message": " James '\n\nfixing last roll\n (1d6)[ 5 ] "
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": " James \n \n Spoiler \n You just see the arrow spring from your bow and strike the unsuspecting halfing in the back, piercing his leather armor and forcing it's way out the other side, before you throw yourself into an alcove that would shield you from being spotted. Sneaking a glance you see the halfing stumble, almost off the edge of the roof, but he controls himself. Strugling he pulls a vial from his belt and swallows it's contents, while simutanously ripping the arrow free from his body. The wound closses, and the hafling turns to find the person responsable. Not finding you he instead settle for drawing his short bow to his ear and waiting for him to reapear.\n \n\n Harry \n \n Spoiler \nThe scuffle goes unheard below so Harry walks caustously towards the door labled as the meeting area. You are about half way their when an explosion sounds from above- a weighted net springs to you from a warehouse roof!\n \n\n\nYou all hear the explosion and realize something is wrong you rush to the alley's mouth and see-\n\n((00C-> I need a reflex save from Dia, and then I will post again.))"
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Harry \n\nHis eyes turn upward at the sound (a rarity for him since his transformation) and he squints even in the low light of sunset. Eyes widening at the net falling towards him, he attempts to roll forward to escape being caught in the net's entanglement. As he rolls, he calls out,\n\n \"By Waukeen, what manner of treachery is this?!?!\" \n\nHis hopes being that his companions will hear and take action,\n\n Reflex Save - (1d20+7)[ 12 ] "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": "Sensing that he will be too slow to react, he silently beseeches his lord Mask to tickle Tymora for him once again, as he has done so many times before.\n\nUsing Good Fortune , luck domain ability to reroll the Reflex Save.\n\n Reflex Save - (1d20+7)[ 15 ] \n\nEdit - Not much better, but I'll take it for now."
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": " Harry \nYou are just able to tuck under the net as it passes. A tingle runs down you spine as your God see's fit to grant you with his help. As you straighten though you see a large man rize from hiding, his armor and skin painted gray causing him to blend with the twighlight quiet nicely. Droping a glass vial, which shatters on impact, he hefts his newly unsheathed Greatsword like it was a feather. Roaing in a controlled frenzy, he shatters the din of the night as easly as the vial he droped. \"Your Time Is Over! \n Martin, Silence, Sharrin \nYou see a sprung net, with your companion Harry standing in front of it, and in front of him stands a large human, bringing his Greatsword to bare. The silence of the alley is broken by his battle cry. \"Your Time Is Over! \n \n Spoiler \n ((Combat- B/W- (1d20+1)[ 10 ] , H- (1d20+3)[ 7 ] , Sh- (1d20+0)[ 12 ] , Si- (1d20+3)[ 16 ] ))\n \n\n James \n \n Spoiler \n ((00C-> As you seem to remain hidden you get another shot))\n \n\n\n-----------------Not-Yet-A-Complete-Post--------------------"
},
{
"author": "Ruik",
"message": " Martian Kayclsey \n\nSeeing his colleague in danger, Martin snaps up his crossbow and loosens the readied bolt at the human with the oversized meat cleaver he calls a weapon.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Initiative - (1d20+7)[ 14 ] \n Attack - (1d20+6)[ 8 ] \n Damage - (1d8)[ 7 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "de-trick",
"message": " James \n\nJames back against a chimney notches another arrow takes a breath and leans out to shoot. Then ducks again to hide behind the peak of the roof\n\nattack\n (1d20+6)[ 16 ] \n (1d8+2)[ 9 ] \n (1d6)[ 5 ] \n\nhide\n (1d20+11)[ 23 ] "
},
{
"author": "lordsigmund",
"message": " Shariin \n\nWith a yell \"You shall die by my hand!\" Shariin bursts out of cover and attacks the muscled man, sword and shield drawn and ready.\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative: (1d20)[ 4 ] \n\nI issue a Fighting Challenge to the muscled man, if he has int>=5, CR>=2 I get +1 to Will saves and attack and damage rolls against him, lasting for 8 rounds.\n\nI also ready my shield block against him giving me AC 22 against him.\n\nAttack: (1d20+9)[ 14 ] \nDamage: (1d8+4)[ 11 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": "[[I WILL PRETEND THOSE POST DIDN\"T HAPPEN IN LIGHT OF THIS POST]]\n\n*map*\n\n \n James \nThis time your arrow flies harmlessly high and off into the night. Though this time you are spotted, pulling her bow taught the female hafling lets fly.\n\n (1d20+10)[ 25 ] \n (1d4+1)[ 2 ] \n \n Spoiler \n ((00C-> ok I'm gona roll your Intiative. Add your own modifiers.\nBad Guy (1d20+1)[ 13 ] \nSharrin (1d20)[ 17 ] \nSilence (1d20)[ 4 ] \nHarry (1d20)[ 10 ] \nMartian (1d20)[ 14 ] \n\nPS. IT IS NOW LATE ENOUGH TO CONSIDER IT SHADOWY ILLUMINATION. Concealment, and Hide Checks.\n "
},
{
"author": "lordsigmund",
"message": " Shariin \n\nWith a yell \"You shall die by my hand!\" Shariin runs towards the muscled man, drawing his sword and readying his shield.\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \nI issue a Fighting Challenge to the muscled man, if he has int>=5, CR>=2 I get +1 to Will saves and attack and damage rolls against him, lasting for 8 rounds.\n\nI also ready my shield block against him giving me AC 22 against him.\n\nI move my full movement of 40ft towards the muscled man, to just behind and left of Harry.\n "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Harry \n Hit Point: 21/21\n Armor Class: 18, Touch: 14, Flat-Footed: 15\n Initiative: 13\n\n[OOC] My Init mod is+3, giving me the same as bad guy, but my mod is higher so I will act before him. [/OOC]\n\nSomewhat surprised as the large man jumps out, Harry reacts quickly and decisively. Drawing from his bond with his god, he says a simple one word spell to the man.\n\nCast Command , \"Drop\", Will save DC 15 or drop whatever is in his hands on his turn and unable to pick it up until his following turn.\n\nHis spell finished, Harry takes a 5' step northeast and draws his longsword.\n\n \"You have made a grave mistake this day, sir...my associates and I will make sure of that\" "
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": " (1d20)[ 2 ] \n Time to die! Shouts the armored man, not seeming bothered by the apperince of the man's comrades... Though he is caught by suprise as his fingers slip on his sword and it falls to the ground. Growling he instead draws a hidden dagger.\n\n ROUND 2 \n\nI can't get the map up but you should know were each other are, so go ahead and post as you see fit. Same order."
},
{
"author": "lordsigmund",
"message": " Shariin \n HP: 30/30\n AC: 20 Touch: 12 Flat-footed: 20\n Initiative: 17\n\nShariin lets out a low growl and charges the muscled man, making a lunging attack at him with his sword.\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack: (1d20+11)[ 25 ] \n Damage: (1d8+4)[ 8 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "lordsigmund",
"message": "[OOC]\n\nForgot to roll miss chance due to concealment: 1=miss, 2-5=hit: (1d5)[ 2 ] \n\n[/OOC]"
},
{
"author": "Ruik",
"message": " Martian Kayclsey \n\nSeeing one of his fellow 'adventurers' in trouble, Martin focuses on his attacker and, with a quick prayer to Mask, unleashes a spell towards him with a casual flick of the wrist.\n\n \n Spoiler \nJust because I can't be bothered waiting for an answer, I'm casting Wave of Grief on that great sword wielding fella. DC 15\n "
},
{
"author": "de-trick",
"message": "ill fire another arrow at the halfling\n\n (1d20+6)[ 17 ] \n (1d8+2)[ 5 ] \n\nand declare dodge on the halfling\n\nAC 19\nHP 28"
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": "Sorry guys. I have been tied up with school lately, and will be having to put this game on hold for a while. If/When I am able to start it back up I will contact you via PM. Thank you, and again sorry.\n\nI hope to get this one started up again the fastest."
}
] |
[
{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 24: Buell vs. Kaldar \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 600 XP\n GP Award: 600 GP\n\n All Combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": "Buell's [dice=init]1d20+4[/dice]"
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": "Bah sorry.\n\nBuell's init - (1d20+4)[ 6 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Kaldar will buy a scroll of blindsight before the match.\n\n init - (1d20+5)[ 9 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Kaldar starts in Y13 with a scroll in one hand. He casts the spell on the scroll and then drops the scroll to the ground. He then draws a javelin.\n\n casterlevelcheck - (1d20+2)[ 10 ] \n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHe will also activate Travel Devotion as a swift action.\n\nHP 14\nAC 17\nEffects: Blindsight 1/10, Travel Devotion 1/10\nLocation: Y13\n\nSpells\n0: Resistance x4\n1: Command, Divine Favor, Protection from evil, (True Strike)\n "
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": "Spellcraft Check to ID spell cast: Spellcraft - (1d20+12)[ 30 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "it's blindsight"
},
{
"author": "Kyace",
"message": "Buell smirks at this challenge. She then casts a spell then moves to J14.\n\nIf Kaldar makes a DC 16 Spellcraft check:\n \n Spoiler \nBuell cast Mage Armor.\n \n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation: J14\nHP: 7/7\nAC: 18 (+4 dex, +4 armor)\nSpell Slots left: 0's: 6/6 1's: 5/6\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Kaldar will drop his javelin, move to Q13 as a move action and draw his moringstar during the move as another free action, move to K13 as a swift action, and then attack Buell with his morningstar in both hands.\n\n attack - (1d20+5)[ 25 ] \n damage - (1d8+7)[ 14 ] \n\nEdit:Ohh, posible crit.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 14\nAC 17\nEffects: Blindsight 2/10, Travel Devotion 2/10\nLocation: K13\n\nSpells\n0: Resistance x4\n1: Command, Divine Favor, Protection from evil, (True Strike)\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "not necessary, but i want to know\n\n critcheck - (1d20+5)[ 18 ] \n damage - (1d8+6)[ 14 ] \n\nEdit: And it looks like Buell gets paid back in spades for Kaldar's first loss."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " High Ref Paladin Latham \n\nAll of Buell's cheap tricks come to not as shear force overpowers her. (Oathbreaker smiles in the spectator's seats)\n\n Kaldar is the victor and recieves 600xp and 600gp "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Captured by the DR, you have been thrown in prison without a trial. This is not very unusual; indeed, it is virtually standard practice for the Divine Republic. What is unusual is that you have been contained in a tiny outpost in the middle of nowhere, rather than one of the big prison blocks in the domes.\n\nYou were thrown without ceremony into a communal cell, shared with three others like you. You are unshackled, but the faint hum of a disruption field tells you that the security is not as lax as it appears.\n\nIt has been only three hours since you were incarcerated, giving you plenty of time to consider your future, and what most likely won’t be in it.\n\nUnless you’d rather do something else?"
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Adam's slender form sat on the end of the bench in the far corner of the cell. He rubbed his stinging eyes and slumped that bit lower. His long, thin fingers flexed tirelessly in vain pursuit of something to do. They reached to his side again and again but found nothing; Adam's tools had long since been confiscated and any hope of escape had gone with them. Not that he would try, he hated the wasteland and was entirely ready to just give up to the system. The best he could hope for was a draughty cell in some huge prison complex and to not be bullied too much. What he wouldn't give for a drink right now..."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nEven as he was being escorted to the cell, the young man continued pleading and attempting to bargain with the guards.\n\n \"Come on now, guys! Can you at least get me back my rabbit's foot? What? Am I going to dig my way out with it? What could it hurt? I'll be the best behaved crimin... unjustly accused citizen in the whole block! Come on now! Please?\" \n\nHis answer came in the form of a none-too-gentle shove into the cell without the guards saying so much as a word.\n\n Well, guess I should be fortunate that they didn't rob me of my lucky underwear. I'll have to hope that's enough to get me by for now. Uh oh - I have roomies. Better get my game face on: I'd rather not be at the bottom of the food chain in prison. \n\nKnowing that he wasn't the toughest guy around, the tall blonde did his best to fake it at least. He leans up against the wall nonchalantly and folds his arms in front of him.\n\n Come on, lucky boxers. Don't let me down! "
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren Masters, age seventeen, is introduced to the cell rather unceremoniously, by simply being thrown bodily into it! She falls onto her back, one hand coming down to slap the ground hard to take the brunt of the impact. She lands, and rolls, hitting the far wall. Seems the guards... didn't like her much.\n\nShe scrambles to her feet, glaring at the retreating guards. \"You're just lucky they took my gun! Heretics! Face me when I'm talking to you!!\" "
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha struggled and passed out before ever reaching the cell. She slowly comes back to consciousness only to realize that it hasn't all been a bad dream. She's far from home...well probably far from home...and she's been caught by the DR.\n\nShe mutters to herself. \" So much for the freedom that comes with taking what we need. \"\n\nThe young girl, she has barely stepped into womanhood after all, uncurls from the foetal position into which her body had instinctively shaped her small frame and quietly sits up. She blinks in the unfamiliar light and takes in her surroundings. Where are the others?! Are they dead? \n\nA low moan escapes from her throat before she can stop herself and the tears silently flow from her eyes, warranted but unbidden."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nThe introduction of not one, but two women into the cell eases a bit of Darren's fears. Hell! They're not even scary prison-women! They're both young! Glancing over at the angry-sounding girl makes him reconsider. Still, raven-haired gun-lady threatenin' the guards is probably not anyone I'd like to cross. Well, could be a lot worse. With a grin he mentally adds, Thank you, lucky underwear. Lady Luck always did like this pair! Regardless, he attempts to maintain his tough-guy look until the brown-haired girl begins to sob a bit.\n\nDarren removes himself from his not-quite-cozy spot on the wall and turns towards the girl, still keeping a good distance away. His voice sounds as though he's trying to be soothing, but his own nervousness still manages to shine through.\n\n \"Hey now, miss! You don't have to cry or anythin'. I mean sure, we're in prison; but hey! The company's a lot better than I had expected. That's...that's worth somethin', right?\" "
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha looks up at Darren from behind a veil of dark brown hair. She pushes the mane away from her face revealing wet red-rimmed hazel eyes swimming above a light dusting of freckles. She remains seated but dries her cheeks with her sleeve before speaking up.\n\n\" It's just that...I don't know what happened to the rest of my unit. I've heard stories about Them...you know...The elders always said that They are unkind to the point of cruelty. That that is why we stay away from Them as much as possible. Then again... \" She sighs and lets her tense shoulders drop. \" I don't remember seeing anyone else carted off. I was struggling a lot. \" She shrugs. \" I think I managed to land a few good kicks. I can hope that the others got away... \"\n\nShe blinks a few times and stands. \" What's your name? \""
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nDarren finds himself feeling a bit lost as the girl begins talking about \"her unit\" and these \"Them\" people she keeps referring to. Still, the girl's obviously upset so he can at least pretend to understand until a more convenient time.\n\nWhen the girl asks him his name, Darren gets a bit nervous automatically. With the fringers and nomads he's accustomed to dealing with, he seems to have developed a reputation of untrustworthiness. Well, she doesn't LOOK like a ganger. Don't know about them, though. Maybe those other two won't recognize just my FIRST name. \"Uh..the name's Darren. Technically of Prosperity Dome, but I was on the wrong side of the shield walls when they were put up, aye? I was doin' alright for myself out in the wastes for most of my life until the DR picked me up a few days ago durin' the middle of a little...'test drive'. How's about you?\" "
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "A slender hand shoots up towards Sasha's mouth as she realizes that perhaps not all in here will be Gangers or outsiders. I should watch what I say...best thing to do is to avoid compromizing anyone else and to assume that I'm on my own now. \n\n\" Heh...sorry about that. I'm a little bit freaked out by this whole being tossed into containement thing. I don't know what I'm saying.\n\nI'm Sasha. I was trying to acqui...ahem purchase supplies. Completely legitimate and justified, of course. No idea why I've been so unceremoniously arrested. I hadn't done anything wrong... \" yet. \n\nShe glances at the other two cellmates, the older man and the girl trying to be authoritative, she looks like she might belong in the military-how odd. She wonders why the others are in here, what they might have done. I hope they aren't insane or violent. "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "As the prisoners converse amongst themselves two men enter the cell block and watch the ones behind bars. One is clearly a high-ranking military type, and the other a grunt or scribe.\n\n \"Well now, what do we have here....\" he says as he leans forward to take in the sight of the prisoners.\n\n \"One witch, excommunicated for corruption, one worn-out mechanic, one petty thief and a rogue esper, Sir. Captured recently and awaiting judgement.\" \n \"Hmm. Send the thief and the mechanic to the mines, they are of no further use to anyone. Bring the other two down to the labs for dissection.\" \n \"At once, Sir.\" "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Whilst taking note of Darren and Sasha's conversation, Adam eyed Lorren suspiciously. Just his luck to be locked in a cell with a nutcase. Instead of following the first couple's lead and starting a conversation with Lorren, he merely seemed content to watch the officer and the scribe approach.\n\n ' Engineer ,' he croaked in a broken RP English accent after the scribe had finished speaking. 'I'm an engineer .' "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"No, you're a miner, and you'd better get used to it because there's not much in the way of upward mobility down there.\" \n\nThe man sneers, and turns to leave.\n\n \"I want these degenerates out within the hour, Johnson. See to it.\" "
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren smiles wanly, leaning against a wall and watching the obvious higher-ranked officer. \"...I pity you, you know.\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"Feel free to do so, it will not save you from the scalpels. I hear they have them extra-sharp this year.\" replies the officer, eliciting a polite laugh from his associate.\n\n \"Now, if you'll excuse me, some of us have lives to go back to.\" \n\nHe turns to leave once more, but a violent rumbling stops him in his tracks.\n\n \"Johnson, comm Main Office. I want to know what that disturbance was. Quickly, please, before I have to spend more time with these degenerates.\" "
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren just smiles to herself, lowering her voice, jsut loud enough so he can still hear. \"...You're not going to survive the day...\" \n\nShe isn't surprised by the rumbling in the least. It's almost as if she was expecting it to happen... Oddly, she seems to be edging very slowly to the right of the cell, glancing at the others and gesturing to the right wall."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Adam was not a stupid man by any means and he could easily put two and two together. From the descriptions the officer gave, he deduced at least two of his cellmates were espers, and from what he knew, some espers could see into the future, although he'd never seen one do it. Despite the girl's psychopathic ravings, Adam found himself edging towards the right of the cell."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nDarren was half a heartbeat away from protesting the label of \"thief\", but he had the sneaky feeling his word didn't count for much. Besides, they found my backside square in the seat in the cockpit of a STOLEN PT. With a rueful grin, Darren has to roll his eyes at himself. Thanks a lot for that 'free' trainin', you old codger. \n\nThe labels that the jailor slapped on his fellow inmates did catch his attention, though. Casually eyeing the others, he passes on the effort to try and decide who is who. That is, until the more fiery of the two young women begins subtly hinting that the right wall is the place to be.\n\n Uh oh. If there's a chance she's one of those psychics, I'd best pass off the dice to her. He mutters quietly to Sasha. \"I think we need to 'acquire' a seat near that wall, Sasha...\" "
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha doesn't wait to be told twice, she quickly steps towards the seemingly safer side of the cell.\n\nShe remains quiet."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Thirty seconds later, a giant metal fist bursts through the left wall of the cell, narrowly missing everyone huddled against the right wall. After a few seconds the hand retracts back out, leaving a gaping hole twice as high as a man in your humble abode. The sounds of battle reach your ears, and through the hole you can see some sort of skirmish playing out between the silver machines of the DR and some unknown enemy. The officer and his lackey flee the scene as three more resounding rumbles shake the building."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Quite unused to all this noise and action, Adam jumped visibly in his seat when the giant hand disintegrated the gaol wall. Shielding his eyes from the flying dust, he peered round to the side of the breach and surveyed the scene outside. This looked like his only chance to escape but he hesitated, unsure of whether or not to brave the heat of battle. However, the three additional rumbles that made the officer and the grunt scatter made up his mind for him, and the engineer surmised that open gound would be safer than a tumbling building. Taking a cursory glance at his cellmates, Adam crept over to the side of the gash in the wall and scanned the compound as best he could for a means of exit."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Outside, three PTs of obvious DR design appear to be struggling to hold the fort against a unit of four invaders. Suddenly a giant metal face appears at the hole, blocking the view from outside. It pauses for several seconds, scanning the inside of the room. Clearly not finding what it was looking for, the machine moves on, and the view is once again replaced by scenes of battle.\n\nThe fighting is taking place in a large open-air courtyard, with DR buildings on all four sides. A quick look down confirms that you are on the second floor, with no obvious way of getting down."
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha thinks about jumping despite the dangerous fall...she thinks better of it and instead examines the ground for a place that might serve as cushion or any holes in the wall that might serve as handholds.\n\nShe glances at her three companions. A witch, a mechanic and a thief...we have to have some way of getting down between the lot of us. \n\" If anyone has a cleverly hidden rope, now is the time to mention it...otherwise we might have to take our chances with broken limbs. \""
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nThe huge metallic fist unexpectedly crashing through the wall of their cell elicits one quick response from Darren.\n\n \"JESUS CHRIST!\" \n\nCringing up against the wall as the PT apparantly scopes the room out, Darren begins panting and glancing over at the door to see what the jailors were doing. Watching them bolt gives Darren a small portion of courage back. In an obviously shaky voice, Darren speaks to the others.\n\n \"W...well, those...those guys weren't lookin' for us, but Lady Luck may as well have sent them herself! Let's, uh...let's see how the climb down looks.\" \n\nDarren creeps over to the gaping hole and scans the wall outside to see if scaling down it is a feasible idea."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The perfect construction of the Divine Republic buildings was apparently no match for the power of a Personal Trooper; several bricks have fallen off or been destroyed, leaving the wall beneath the hole pocked with indents. There're enough handholds to make a climb down feasible, if a little dangerous."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nAfter looking out over the edge a bit, Darren turns back around to face the others. \"It looks a little tricky, but the climb is do-able. Sure beats the hell out of jumpin', aye? Well, when the chips are down you can either fold, or go for it.\" \n Unless there are any bedsheets to try to use as rope , Darren lays down at the gap, belly-down and hanging his legs down over the sides. He then begins easing himself slowly backwards, looking for a foothold.\n\n This is an awful lot of luck to ask for from my boxers - sure am glad they didn't find my lucky four-leaf clover sewed into the waistband of this shirt! \n \n Spoiler \n\nClimb check!\n3d6 + Str Mod (-1) + Climb mod (-2) = (3d6-3)[ 2 ] \n\nIf I could get any sort of crazy-synergy bonus type-thing from Balance or Acrobatics, feel free to let me know. 😉\n "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Darren misses his foothold entirely, and with a short cry and little ceremony he falls backwards from the room to the hard floor below. His impact is inaudible over the sounds of fighting, but he certainly felt it; his right leg takes the brunt of the damage, bending in an entirely unnatural way. It won't be taking any orders from its owner for a while."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nDarren only managed to have one coherent thought pierce through the surge of adrenaline as he was falling to the ground. Well, at least I'm not in prison anymore. I broke even, aye? \n\nWith a blinding surge of pain, his leg realized just how evenly he had broken. The desire to say something clever like \"watch the first step\" was somewhat overridden by his pressing need to cry out in pain."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Adam grimaced as Darren hit the floor, taking special note of the way his leg tended to bend around. He'd had enough First Aid training to know how to put it into a splint, but that would have to wait for a more convenient time. In the meanwhile, getting down was the order of the day. Adam turned to his two unbroken cellmates and had an urge to say 'ladies first', but instead could only manage an 'erm, does anybody mind if I go last?' "
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha cringes when Darren drops out of sight a little too quickly. She looks down again and hopes to survive the drop before she lowers herself she thinks back to some of her training and wonders whether she could lift her body with her mind. She steps back from the gaping wall and crouches into a more compact form so as to distribute her weight evenly. She then attempts to exert some sort of force upon her body. Her eyes are closed and her pulse races through her veins. Come on...This has to work... \n \n Spoiler \nThe desired effect is a gentle lift off of the floor...if it works she will move forward and slowly down to the ground below. If not...back to the drawing board and to risking limbs!\nTelekinesis check: [roll]3d6+3+1[/roll] +3 is skill bonus and +1 is int bonus. Does that make sense?\n\nEdit: Erm...the roll code didn't work. Here is my Invisible Castle roll\n http://invisiblecastle.com/rolldice....=Roll+the+dice \n3+6+2+(3+1)=15 Yes?\n "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " ((OOC: I think something's wrong with your rolling code, it displays no result. Unless you want me to roll the dice for you?)) \n\nVery slowly, and with great effort, Sasha's body slowly rises off the ground. She moves forwards slowly, edging off the floor, until she's completely suspended in the air, with the harsh drop directly below her.\n\nAnd then she begins to fall.\n\nWith her power still buffeting her up from below, Sasha's fall is not as fast or as clumsy as Darren's, and is more akin to dropping through several stacked awnings. She hits the floor in a jumbled heap, but without enough force to do any real damage. She is able to get up with little more than a few bruises to remind her of the incident."
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha remains prone for a moment and does a mental check of her legs and assorted body parts.\n\n\" Eh...that was not as successful as I hoped that it would be...still I should have thought of it earlier. \"\n\nShe looks at Darren, and tries not to cringe at the sight of the broken bone.\n\n\" I can try to help but I don't know how succesful it will be... \"says she while looking towards the hole in the building. She awaits an answer."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nDarren continues on with the writhing and the groaning, hoping to high heaven that some endorphins kick in soon. He really hasn't even noticed Sasha's landing yet - but he'll be embarassed as soon as he's capable of it."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Adam glanced at Lorren, not really wanting to address her a second time.\n\n 'Okay, I guess I'm going next...' \n\nThe engineer gingerly grabbed a piece of the flaking wall and attempted to make his way down, despite having no natural aptitude for physical activity.\n\n \n Spoiler \nClimb check: 3d6-1 Str - 2 Climb mod... (3d6-3)[ 4 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The piece of wall Adam grabs turns out to not be as stable as he assumed, and it slips off in his grasp. In an entirely unoriginal move by now he falls backwards off the wall, landing in a painful heap on the floor. He feels severe pain throughout his body, with his back complaining the most. He can move, but he won't like doing do."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "The only thing that went through Adam's mind as he fell was 'I think I left the bunsens on in the lab,' which was odd, seeing as he didn't own a lab. However, he didn't have time to muse on his lack of a research facility due to the immense pain of landing on his back on top of a pile of rubble. He felt something click out of place and was overcome by intense nausea. Adam lay there for a few seconds in a silent, agonising scream until his vision went blurry and the initial pain passed. He remained lying on the floor until the sounds of battle came back to his ears and the thoughts that he'd be worse off if he remained stationary. He struggled and eventually pulled himself around into a push-up position from which he could stand without putting too much pressure on his back. One thing was to be sure; he wouldn't be carrying Darren anytime soon."
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren watches with both anxiety and, she must admit, very mild amusement. \"...Ugh. Wait right there, I'll be right down.\" She sits down on the edge, then swivels around and, concentrating for a moment to get a better 'feel' for the wall, begins to climb down. Slowly.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThe roll! 3d6 - 1 (Strength) - 2 (Climb) + 1 (GM fiat bonus from having Superb Psychoawareness): (3d6-2)[ 5 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Lorren edges down the wall slowly, sensing suitable handholds with her power so she doesn't fall to unstablities as the other two did. However, when she is only halfway down she feels her grip begin to tire, and her hands slip... and before she knows it she's lying on the ground like everyone else.\n\nThe impact hurts, but she gets off lightly compared to everyone else; just a few bruises. It'll sting in the morning, but it's not going to stop her. No, her pride takes the biggest damage here..."
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren lays there, stunned for a few moments. \"...Damn you, karma.\" She hops up onto her feet, and rubs the back of her head. \"Okay! So. Anyone need medical attention? I'm not actually a medic, but...\" "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Still catching his breath, Adam replied.\n\n 'I... know First Aid... but there's... only so much I can do... like this...' \n\nHe struggled to get up, clutching his back all the way."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nThe sound of one loud thud doesn't get much of Darren's attention. The SECOND loud thud does come when he is beginning to regain a bit of control over his mental faculties. He stretches his neck around to try and see the commotion, only to notice two of the other prisoners painfully lifting themselves from the ground. Between panting for breath and groaning in pain, he manages to squeeze out a single remark.\n\n \"Hehe. Ungh...didn't realize...I was such a role model...I, ungh..my leg.\" "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Adam enjoyed a good joke slightly less than the average man, and so was compelled to offer some advice.\n\n 'Maybe we should actually get out of here. Do you two think you can support him?' he said to the two girls. He just hoped there weren't any inconveniently placed fences around; then they would be in trouble."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "While everyone is busy reflecting on their defeat at the hands of The Wall, the battle is still raging around them. Another of the DR's Tempelritters is shot down by the assailants, leaving them at a clear advantage. On the other side of the courtyard from the prone escapees, however, a trump card is preparing to be played. One of the walls splits clean down the middle, and the sides part as a secret entrance is revealed. Four brand new unknown PTs stare silently at you out of the darkness, pilotless and still."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Through the dust of yet another collapsed wall, Adam squinted at the PTs, trying to see if he recognised them.\n\n \n Spoiler \nKnowledge: PT designs and capabilities: 3d6 + 1 skill mod + 2 stats (3d6+3)[ 9 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Adam has never seen any of the PTs before, although one is clearly a customised version of a DR Tempelritter. One is a slim white model with short wing-like protrusions on the back, one appears to have four large gunbarrels arranged in a cross shape behind it, and the other is a strange purple machine, about half the height of a standard PT, looking for all the world like an angry dwarf robot."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nLooking over to see the wall swinging open, Darren begins to feel a fresh new surge of sheer panic sweep over him. More of them - right in front of us! We're dead! \n\nThe panic continues for a few seconds - and begins to fade a little. And a little more. They're...they're not movin'? The idea finally hits him, and Darren begins to beam (or wince, depending on your definition).\n\n \"If those thin's are unmanned, we may have just been dealt our winnin' hand! If you help me over to one of those, I can pilot it out of here!\" \n That's one I owe you, lucky clover! If none of this lot are pilots, they'll need me to get them out of here - Darren Sirion's not bein' marooned today! Then the response comes to his mind. If they're ALL pilots, though, you'd best hope one of them is awfully kind... "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The gang slowly becomes aware of a group of four soldiers running towards their position. They're hurrying towards the empty machines as fast as they can, paying little attention to anything else. They don't even notice the four struggling escapees until they're almost upon them...."
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren stares at the opening door, tilting her head to one side. She takes a few moments tog et her bearings, then nods. \"There we go. There's our escape plan, people. Everyone pick a PT and get in. I don't care if you've never piloted one in your life, more firepower is always a good thing in these situations.\" \n\nWithout waiting for a reply, she approaches the white almost-winged one! She then turns around, glancing at the soliders. \"New plan: Take them out!\" "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "(Dammit, Yuki. I wanted the white one...)\n\n 'Er... I don't mean to be the bearer of bad news, but how? Unless you've got a couple of shotguns hidden up your sleeve.' "
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n \"We don't have guns, but they'll have PTs if we don't go! Get 'em!\" \n\nBeing almost 100% immobile, Darren will attempt to crawl and lay down in the direct path of the soldiers. If anyone gets within arm's reach, he'll latch onto a leg with both arms and twist/hold as hard as he can."
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren can't help but grin. \"Don't worry, I've got it.\" She rushes the gun-toting soliders, and... attempts to kick one in the face! She actually flips back onto one hand, sweeping a powerful kick right at the solider.\n\nHow acrobatic.\n\n \n Spoiler \nKick to the face! 3d6 + unarmed combat (+2) + Strength (-1): (3d6+1)[ 14 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The kick smashes into the soldier's face, removing him temporarily from the ground and sending him crashing down onto the hard earth. He doesn't get up.\n\nThe other three skid to a halt as they take in this new foe. With a cry all three lunge at her as one, fists flying in a desperate attempt to avenge their comrade. Lorren dodges side to side, effortlessly evading the blows of all three of them at once."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": " Well, looks like she's got them covered... Adam thought as he began to hobble his way over to the PTs. The best way he could help Lorren was in the cockpit of a twenty-metre tall war machine."
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren effortlessly avoids the blows, before grabbing the arm of one of the soldiers as he punches at her. She easily deflects the blow to the side, then delviers a bone-shatteringly strong knee to the stomach. Owch.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (3d6+1)[ 13 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The second soldier crumples under Lorren's brutal assault to his stomach, joining his companion on the floor. The others, losing heart at the sight of this fearsome warrior woman effortlessly taking out half their number, turn tail and flee back across the courtyard, abandoning the PTs.\n\nMeanwhile, Adam has managed to hobble over to the hangar containing the four war machines. Their cockpits are already open, and the stirrup for entering extended to the ground."
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren stoops down over the crumpled bodies. She reaches into their pockets, searching, and then grins, finding the precious bounty. \"God I love those regulations.\" Chocolate! Precious chocolate!\n\nYes, she's stealing chocolate, of all things. What? She has a sweet tooth."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nRolling over onto his side to watch the spectacle, Darren pats himself on the back (figuratively speaking) for his earlier decision. I was right - I DON'T want to cross her. As the one man reaches the PTs, Darren realizes that he is most likely not the only pilot present.\n\n \"Umm...Sasha? Don't suppose you'd mind givin' old Darren a hand in gettin' to one of those, would you? I'd be much obliged. Please?\" "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Having worked on many, many PTs in his life, Adam was accustomed to strange designs and varied mechanics. He thought he could probably pick up any PT easily enough, having test-driven hundreds of different models and variations or models. So, instead of going with the familiar Tempelritter design, he decided to go for something a little more exotic; the one with the four large gun barrels."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Adam grabs the stirrup and gives it a tug, and it hoists him up ten metres in the air, so that he's level with the PT's chest. Gingerly, so as to not to agitate his aching body, he slips into the pilot's seat."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Adam let out a stiffled grunt as he slipped into the PT, checking the cockpit controls and familiarising himself with the general layout. As soon as he finds the ignition, he'll turn on the PT and try to manoeuvre it out of the bay."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The controls appear to be mostly standardised; Adam can at least find the controls for movement. He flips the ignition, and the cockpit closes in on him, temporarily plunging Adam into darkness. Presently, however, the screen in front of him flickers to life, displaying a visual image of the scene outside. Overlayed on top of the screen, writing appears.\n\n Divine Republic Prototype XPT-2, Verruckt\nMotion data installed\nFor The Republic \n\nPressing lightly on the pedals, Adam walks the PT out of the hanger and into the courtyard."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "After months of just walking around with his own two feet, it felt good to be back in a PT. Ever since their creation, Adam had felt that these machines were the way forward, an extension (or maybe even evolution) of the human body, the perfect amalgam of nature and technology. The fact that Adam knew everything a PT was made of and how it worked gave him a massive insight into piloting one.\n\nThe first thing to do was to make sure he wasn't mistaken for a DR reinforcement. Turning the main cannons online, Adam locked onto a DR Tempelritter. He quickly found the button marked 'Launch Petals', took a breath and pressed it. He wasn't aiming for the main body of the enemy PT, preferring not to kill his first person today, but rather hoping for a shot at one of its legs. However, that was easier said than done.\n\n \n Spoiler \nGunfight: Good (+1)\n "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The cockpit shakes as what Adam had assumed to be cannons launch themselves off the back of the PT and into the air. Warning lights flash red in the cockpit as the four suddenly lose power and crash to the ground with a thud.\n\n Alert... Alert...\nConnection to T-Link System lost\nTelekinesis link failed\nDisabling petal function\nPlease switch to backup weaponry "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "After a moment of disbelief and cursing his own lack of Telekinetic ability, Adam looked around the cockpit for the controls to the backup weaponry."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Adam quickly brings up the unit schematics on the screen, noting all the weapons installed on the machine. He is then swiftly able to locate the correct controls for bringing them to bear."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "(I wonder if anyone else plays this game)\n\nNot really one for getting up close and personal, Adam drew the Aussenseiter pistols mounted on each hip and began firing at the same DR Tempelritter. He briefly wondered whether he should pick Darren and Sasha up and take them to safety (Lorren seemed able to take care of herself), but he couldn't risk crossing open ground as such a big target.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFiring pistols: Gunfight (+1) + mediocre weapon power (-1) [roll]3d6[/roll]\n\n[roll]3d6[/roll]\n\nBah, stupid forum roller. Invisi castle, here I come\n\n3d6-> [4,1,3] = (8)\n3d6-> [3,2,3] = (8)\n "
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren hasn't gotten into a PT yet. The main reason is that she has no idea how to pilot one. However, she assumes that PT armour is tougher than human skin, so she attempts to enter the white, 'winged' PT!"
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Adam's shots ping harmlessly off the armour of the DR machine, his sheer volume of shots not making up for the fact that they simply aren't penetrating. The pilot doesn't even notice that he's being assailed from behind, and continues to duel the invaders.\n\nMeanwhile, Lorren hoists herself up on the stirrup and enters the cockpit. Even with her lack of piloting knowledge she is able to locate the ignition, and the cockpit closes in on her. Presently the video feed flickers into life, showing her Adam's second failure at damaging the DR PTs. Overlayed on top of the images, writing appears.\n\n Divine Republic Prototype XPT-1, Raubvogel\nMotion data installed\nFor The Republic "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Frustrated at his poor choice of robot, thinking he should have gone with the customised Tempelritter, Adam holstered both pistols and strode off towards the immobile Darren and the awestruck Sasha. When he got there he extended both of the PT's hands towards the ground, laying them palm-up on the floor in a 'get on' gesture. At the same time, splitting his mind into two parts as he did so easily, Adam opened up a comm-link to Lorren in the white PT.\n\n 'Er... you okay in there?' "
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren's voice comes back: at least she can use a comm system. \"I've never been inside a Personal Trooper before. I have no idea what I'm doing. Over.\" "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": " 'Er... right,' Adam's voice floated back over the comm-link. 'Well, I wouldn't advise you touch anything. Unless you're feeling particularly adventurous, that is, in which case I could talk you through it.' "
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nWhen the mecha walks over towards Darren, he instinctively begins to scooch away a bit. The lowering of its hands to pick him up brings a huge sigh of relief. Darren can't help but notice the lack of, well, anything happening to the white mecha Rambo's daughter climbed in to. Maybe this guy here IS the only other pilot. Jackpot! \n\nHe crawls as best he can up onto one of the hands and begins waving and pointing at the mecha to try and send a message to the fellow ex-prisoner piloting this machine. Shouting up at him (in case he has his external microphone engaged), he yells.\n\n \"Hey, buddy! Carry me over to one of those and I'll...guard your flank, or whatever PT squad-mates are supposed to do.\" \n Heh. Hope he doesn't pick one for me that's pedal-operated. "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Judging by Darren's immediate mobility problems, Adam didn't really think it was such a good idea to get him involved in too much fighting. It's not like he could escape easily if there was a crash anyway. Besides, he knew nothing about the guy's PT experience and felt the less weight the better. He scooped the crippled man up, along with the girl if she wanted to hop on board and set them down next to the stirrup of the smaller PT. At the same time Lorren could hear Adam's voice over the comm-link.\n\n 'I'll be back in a second.' \n\nAdam pressed the disengage button on his PT and was lowered back down to the ground, back still aching horribly from his fall. It was a good thing he didn't have to climb up to the cockpit of these things. As soon as his feet were on solid earth, Adam went over to Darren and Sasha, addressing the former.\n\n 'How's the leg?' "
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nLooking up at the man (who Darren has just noticed for the first time is INCREDIBLY tiny), Darren grunts and shifts himself about to face him.\n\n \"Rrgh...it's seen better days. Can't... put any weight on it. Still, thanks for... stoppin' to give me a lift, friend. I wouldn't bother with me much just yet - we've not exactly cleaned the house out just yet.\" "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": " 'Well, I'll see what I can do about that. I told the girl in the white trooper I'd return. Stay out of sight until I get back.' \n\nAnd with that, Adam's short, slim form abandoned the Verruckt (making a mental note to pick up the petal cannons later and reattach them) and limped off towards the next best battle PT, the custom Tempelritter, right hand cluthing his lower back, left hand out to balance himself. Once inside, he took stock of the controls to notice if anything significant had been changed."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " Divine Republic Fighter RRC02 Tempelritter Mk II\nMotion data installed\nLearning computer online\nGreetings \n\nMore text flashes up on the screen, unbidden by Adam's hands.\n\n Compared to the RRC01 this unit sports magnetic coating on the joints, increasing mobility and efficiency in movement. Armour on the back and sides has also been strengthened, for greater combat survival.\n\nWeapons payload now consists of the following: 'Kaiser' Submachine Gun, Beam Sword, Boosted Rifle and Twin-Linked Vulcans.\n\nUnit's purpose is the gathering of data to aid in the production of the Divine Republic's next-generation fighters.\n\nFor The Republic "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Adam decided to give himself a nice little challenge and multitask. Whilst simultaneously piloting the PT out of the bay, drawing the Kaiser and trying to put his excrutiating back pain out of his mind, he opened a channel to Lorren in the white machine.\n\n 'I'm guessing you're still there.' "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Meanwhile, on the other side of the courtyard, the last DR PT meets its end as an invader drives a sword through its head and kicks it to the ground. The three remaining interlopers turn their attention towards the gang and their four shiny new PTs. Their attention and their guns."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "After all the trouble it took to actually get into a position where he could help, it was slightly disheartening for Adam to see the last DR robot crash onto the floor. However he didn't have long to contemplate this as the invading PT's seemed to be turning their attention towards his own war machine. Thinking quickly and decisively, Adam released the controls for the Kaiser and let it fall to the ground with a thud. He raised his PT's hands in a 'don't shoot' motion, at the same time opening a channel towards his unlikely saviours."
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren transmits to the ganger PTs! \"Lorren Masters, Sargeant (discharged), personnel no. 64325744-43. Desert Ghost covert op. commander. Thank you for the assist. Over.\" \n\nWhy did she give them her DR military info, as well? Lorren is a stickler for protocol. It's still her personnel number, damnit."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"Sergeant Masters, this is Dirk Turnkey of the Blood Pact. Get out of the PT or we will shoot. Over.\" "
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "There is a faint 'hiss' as the pressurised hatch slides open, Lorren climbing out and muttering to herself. \"Are these things even air conditioned? How can people stand to be in them?\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"Pilot of unidentified machine, that applies to you too. Remove yourself from the PT and stand down.\" "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Not wanting to get blown to smithereens and having no reason to fight the gangers anyway, Adam copied Lorren and exitted his PT. When at the foot of the customised Tempel and in more than a smidge of pain, he called out to the gangers.\n\n 'We're not DR! We were prisoners and we've got wounded!' "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"I don't care who you are. Just stay out of our way and this won't get messy.\" \n\nOne of the ganger machines holsters its weapon and kneels down as the cockpit opens. Four roughly-dressed young men swing down to the ground and begin to walk towards the group of escapees."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": " 'Er... fair enough, I suppose,' was all Adam could muster before taking a sideways glance at Darren and Sasha."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The gangers grab the stirrups on the four PTs and raise themselves up to the cockpits. Without a word they close the cockpits and turn on their machines.\n\n \"Thank you for your co-operation.\" came the voice through an external speaker. \"We'll be taking these now.\" "
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren shrugs her shoulders idly, walking about from the PT. \"Eh, fine, whatever. Could we at least have a splint or something so we can set this guy's leg?\" "
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nDarren finds himself becoming increasingly adept at his hobby of laying on the ground squirming. He's beginning to consider crawling over to the stirrup and trying to get into the pilot's seat of this weird mecha he's laying next to when he notices something strange. More appropriately, the lack of something.\n\n No more fightin'. That means that somebody is about to be payin' attention to us . \n\nLooking back towards the direction of the mecha being piloted by two of his fellow escapees, he sees them crawling out of their cockpits. Darren groans, but for the first time in a while it is out of anguish (as opposed to firing nerve tissue). Speaking to himself as much as he is to Sasha, he concedes defeat. \"Looks like we just crapped out. Either the 'Dome-Rats' won and it's back to our cells, or the strangers won but they're takin' the mecha as salvage. Either way, they're holdin' all the cards.\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"I see no reason to help one such as you, Miss Ex-Sergeant Masters. Goodbye.\" \n\nWith that the ganger cuts communication, and directs his men back the way they came. With a burst of thrusters from the back they leap over the barbed-wire fence encircling the camp and boost off into the desert, leaving the four escapees with only the downed Tempelritters for company."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "More or less shocked at this strange turn of events, Adam couldn't help feeling largely neutral as he watched the gangers spring away. They were out of prison, at least, but had no immediate transport and a wounded man in tow. It didn't even occur to Adam to leave him behind, he knew from life experience that more could be accomplished by a team than alone. As soon as he thought of Darren, he set his priorities in order.\n\n 'Well, I guess I should look for a splint and some bandages,' he said, half to himself, half to the others. 'Somebody should stay here with... Darren, is it? And somebody can come with me if they like.' "
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nWatching with a grim sense of acceptance as the gangers disappeared into the distance, Darren couldn't help but understand. Out here, you only look out for your own, or those that have somethin' you want. \n\nLetting his head fall back and hit the ground, he opens his eyes to little more than slits and glances at the people standing around him. Can't believe they've done THIS much to help me. I owe these people, if I ever get the chance. \n \"Ungh...may be a First Aid kit...in the hanger. Thanks...for everythin'.\" \n\nA thought occured to Darren that seemed a lot more important than his leg - for the moment. \"Wait! We...need to find a car, or jeep or somethin'. The prison guards will...get organized soon. I'd rather...keep bleedin' than go back to a cell, aye?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nKnowledge: DR procedure to have any idea when we can be expecting DR reinforcements. And also where to find First Aid kits and/or mundane vehicles.\n (3d6-1)[ 10 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The main body of the Divine Republic stationed here had hidden themselves away as the battle raged on; after all, what can challenge a PT but another PT? Now that the fighting is over, the rest of the soldiers are sure to come out of the woodwork pretty soon, and lying in the middle of an open courtyard may not be the best place to hide from them.\n\nAfter Adam has left to search the hangar for the emergency first-aid kit that is required by DR regulations to be there, the cockpit on one of the downed Tempelritters bursts open, and a young man in uniform staggers out before collapsing on the ground."
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "((crud...sorry guys...was rather afk these past few days))\n\nSasha snaps out of her stupor too late. Gangers! That's what these guys are! They have to be... \n\nShe looks down at Darren and helps him up as best she can. \"Sorry...I've never seen this many people drop from the second floor of a building...and then the flying kicks...um...never mind. You wanted to go to the...hey...where did the PTs go?\" \n\nShe watches the battle wearily in the hopes of spotting a familiar face or a familiar PT. Anything that might give her an in..."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nHearing the creaking of metal as one of the crashed mecha's cockpits is pushed open, Darren rolls his head over to the proper side to see what he can. As the DR pilot flops to the ground, Darren has a small surge of hope (and adrenaline to get him sitting upright again).\n\n \"Sasha! Somebody! Grab that prick! If he can't tell us where to find a vehicle, he'll at least have...uh...keycards or somethin' to get us into secure areas! Maybe an armory!\" "
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren nonchalantly strolls over to the DR pilot... then grabs him by the scruff of the neck and pins him against the machine! She's not very strong, but her technique is flawless. \"Hi there. Keys. Key cards. Passwords. Anything you have. Now .\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The pilot wordlessly hands over his ID card (for a one James Rain) before lapsing back into unconciousness.\n\nMeanwhile, up at the hole above the deadly wall, the high-ranking officer from before appears in view and shouts down at you.\n\n \"Get back in those cells, you filthy degenerates! How dare you engineer an escape like this! Johnson! Get down there and bring those scum back where they belong!\" "
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": " \"Ok...no time to loose now I guess.\" Sasha glances around and hopes that the others will follow.\n\n \"Let's try to make a break for it...it can't exactly get much worst, can it?\" \nShe helps Darren along and heads for the hole in the fence at broken leg speed, which is to say, not very fast at all.\n\nAs she walks she wonders aloud. \"What we need is to get those Gangers to come back and pick us up...I'm surprised that they didn't just grab us. We're clearly not with the DR. Maybe if I could get a message out to them...\" \n\nAs they pass in front of Lorren and the terrorized pilot whose ID is being requested, Sasha glances into the cockpit of the downed machine. Maybe the communication device is still working. She tries to make certain.\n\n((What would one roll for this?))"
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "((OOC: There is no hole in the fence; the PTs jumped it rather than break through it. The communicator is online and no roll is required))"
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren grins a little to herself, looking up at the commander calling down to them. \"Big man. Standing all the way up there. Where were you when the PTs attacked, hm? Hiding in the barracks?\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"I know where I wasn't; lying on the floor like a broken doll! Vertical plane too much for you to handle, eh?\" "
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren leans forward slightly, and says, in a stage whisper: \"I guess I'm just not too scared I might get my pretty uniform all scuffed if I go into action, then.\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"At least some of us still have pretty uniforms, ex -sergeant! How'd you like it down there in the dust, eh? Still too good for you?\" "
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren shrugs her shoulders lightly. \"Eh. I suppose it's my fault. I actually go into combat, see, and uniforms don't last forever.\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"Hey, you know what else doesn't last forever? The lives of scum like you!\" \n\nWith that the officer whips out a rifle from behind his back and takes aim at Lorren with a maniacal laugh."
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren bursts out laughing! \"Oh God! Not only are you a coward, but you're an idiot, too! Have you ever heard of precognition ? Do you seriously think you can hit me when I know where you're going to be aiming before you do ?\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "With a snarl the officer pulls the trigger... and the bullet buries itself in the wall on the opposite side of the courtyard, having completely missed the confident Miss Masters. The officer tosses aside the rifle and fishes out a grenade instead...."
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren tilts her head. \"So.. officer's school, huh? Never shot at anyone in your life, have you?\" She grins, then runs and takes cover behind the nearest felled PT, while yelling: \"Conc. grenade, scatter!\" "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "(You know what's awesome? Pulling out the pin of a grenade with TK whilst your enemy's still holding it)\n\nWhilst Lorren had been busy taunting the officer, Adam had returned with the First Aid kit and began a rather hasty bandaging and splinting of Darren's leg.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFirst Aid: Good (+1) (3d6+3)[ 13 ] \n \n\n\nHowever, once the word 'grenade' finds his ears, Adam abandons his heroics and dives for cover behind the nearest pile of rubble, yelling in pain as he remembers he fell off a wall about fifteen minutes ago.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDodge roll needed? If so, [roll]3d6+3[/roll]\n\nScrew it, I'll use invisi castle: 3d6+3-> [6,4,5,3] = (18)\n "
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren stares at Darren for a second, then breaks into a run. \"Damnit!\" She uses her precognitive power to judge where the grenade will be thrown, running towards it... instead of trying to grab Darren? \"Defensive strike...\" It sounds like a mantra. She jumps up with a cry of \"Hijutsu!\" before rotating slightly. She gives a swift kick, just as the grenade reaches her, kicking the weapon cleanly away! \"Meteor Deflect Kick!\" \n \n Spoiler \nThis, my friends, is an example of an \"active\" defense. And don't worry, TB knows that I rolled that 15. I just don't trust this board's dice roller after the wall incident.\n "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "With astonishing agility and more than a little terrifying power Lorren's kick knocks the grenade away, catapulting towards a wall on the opposite side of the courtyard. Not the wall, unfortunately, but another structure entirely, leaving a blatant scar on its surface from the explosive impact.\n\nThe officer merely fumes as his efforts are continually thwarted by that petulent girl."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Awestruck and slightly frightened that Lorren could kick away grenades, Adam nonetheless went back to stabilizing Darren's leg."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Now that no more explosives are being thrown around (for the moment) Adam is able to apply a basic splint to Darren's leg. It's no masterpiece, but it'll do for now. Meanwhile, the officer realizes that reinforcements are probably in order, and calls for a squad on his communicator."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Adam looks up at the officer.\n\n 'Can someone do something about him besides pissing him off?' "
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": " \"Give me a gun and I'll shoot a hole through his head, if you like...\" "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": " 'Did you check that pilot for a gun?' "
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": " Sasha sees the officer reaching for his communicator and makes a grab for it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Sleight of hand! got a +2 and dex which is also +2 The board roller hates me so I'm using invisible castle: woo! http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1231691 \n\n18!\n...\n\nI'm a newb for not typing a \"1\" in front of the \"d6\" on that first attempt.\n \n\n \"Oh no you don't. Hand that over!\" \n \n Spoiler \n Telepathy makes taking things from other people easier! Yes it does!\n http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1231711 \n\nWhich adds up to a whopping 14 if my math is correct. Which...being an English Major, it may not be...\n\nDoes this constitute overkill?\n \n \n\nSasha goes for the communication device that is within reach and tries to ignore the fear that pools in the pit of her stomach. Was that a grenade?! "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The communicator inside the PT appears to still be operational, and it hisses with static as Sasha turns it on, ready for her message."
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "She sends her communication to the guy who threatened to shoot Lorren. Commander Viktor Dirk Turnkey.\n\n\" Commander. This is Sasha Erlenmeyer, not that my name will mean anything to you... I don't think that we are part of the same unit and I'm not even sure that all Gangers get along...but you just left us hanging after you attacked that DR compound and after what I've seen it might be in your interest to get us out. We aren't exactly friends to the DR's cause so any ennemy of theirs has got to be an ally. We have little time before they recapture us but two espers isn't something to sneeze at. Respond please .\"\n\nHer last phrase comes out as more of a plea than she might have hoped but she can always pass it off as battle stress.\n\n Please respond, please respond...can't stay here gotta get out... "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"Miss Erlenmeyer, this is Dirk Turnkey. I see no benefit to rescuing you, so unless you have some means of repaying the favour then the Blood Pact will have to deny your request.\" "
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nRight...Dirk Turnkey...where did I get Viktor? Clearly I need to sleep more\n \n\n\nSasha's last shred of hope flew away with his response. Spoon! \n \"...Well I had just offered you our services but it would seem that the Blood Pact\" she almost spits the words out \"can't identify a good thing when it is offered. What sort of payment did you have in mind?\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "There is a pause for several seconds as the man on the other end considered what Sasha had said.\n\n \"Okay, fine. Tell you companions that you're working for the Blood Pact now; we'll send someone over for you. Over.\" "
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Elation and fear mingle in Sasha's breast as she realizes what she just managed to do. She tries to keep her voice neutral.\n\n \"Good. Thank you commander.\" \n\nShe steps away from the communicator and looks at the others she keeps her voice low but the flood of emotions threatens to burst through her vocal chords. She takes a few calming breaths and only speaks then. \"Ok...Um...The Blood Pact is coming back to get us. We work for them now. Hopefully this works out for us.\" She looks apologetically at Lorren --who is clearly ex-DR and also the likeliest to be angry at this turn of events-- \"Anything but here, right?\" "
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nDarren was amused but dismayed by the fact that while others ran to cover from the grenade, he pretty much had no choice but to BE \"cover.\" However, Wonder-Woman managed to kick the grenade away before Darren had the chance to soil himself.\n\nAfter the splint was in place, wasn't really interested in testing it out by moving around. However, the dire need to GET AWAY was a bit more important than his interests. As he was beginning to try and lift himself off of the ground, he heard Sasha yelling the news.\n\n \"Blood Pact? Ugh...they sound right friendly. Still...gotta imagine they're a step up for us, aye?\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "After a few minutes (during which the reinforcements never arrived, much to the frustration of the lone officer) a rumbling can be heard as a white jet appears in the distance, speeding towards the group's position."
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha nods nervously. And helps Darren up if that's the direction in which he wishes to go.\n\n \"Um...so...I hope that they get here soon because the DR have less ground to cover before they get to us and haul our sorry bottoms back into custody.\" She pauses. \"Sorry...I tend to chatter when I get nervous. Just tell me to be quiet if I get on your nerves. You certainly don't need more stress after that fall you took. I mean...I should have thought that I might be able to help but you just dropped down before I had a chance...and then he \" she nods her head towards Adam \"dropped down too...although luckily he didn't break anything...err...\" she pauses for breath \"I'm babbling aren't I? I'll stop now.\" \n\nShe goes quiet as her cheeks flush an embarassed shade of pink.\n\nShe looks up at the sky. \"Oh! I think they're here already...\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The plane slows down as it approaches the base, drifting lower and lower until it barely makes it over the top the fence surrounding the compund. As the jet comes in to land it tilts upright, as limbs unfold themselves and a head raises itself from the centre of the machine. By the time it hits the ground the plane is gone, replaced by the Personal Trooper Raubvogel."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nStarting to have trouble hearing Sasha over the sound of the approaching plane, Darren continues to try his best to hear anyways. His reply begins as speaking and ends in yelling just to be heard over the roar of engines.\n\n \"Yeah...Uh, don't worry about it, Sash. If you want a motor-mouth, watch me play poker some day. The talkin' distracts people from bein' able to focus; either on their cards for me - or on their broken legs for you.\" He tries to give her a pleasant smile, but the sudden slowing of the jet catches his attention. How much help is a damned VTOL gonna be to get us- \n\nHis thought is interrupted by the jet's sudden transformation into a mecha.\n\n Oh. "
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha blushes more deeply at Darren's response.\n\nShe leans in a way that will relieve as much weight from his legs as possible; she isn't very strong but her balance is good, she uses that fact to her advantage. Say something intelligent Sasha... \n \"You play cards? ... \" Her voice is drowned out by the loud engine that has just landed next to them. She clamps her jaw shut as the plane turns into a sleek looking PT. Wha...It's like a hawk. "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Unfortunately for Adam, something seemed to have clicked out of place when he took a dive behind the rubble, and was now in more pain than ever, only just managing to hobble towards the shapeshifting Raubvogel. In normal circumstances he would have helped Sasha support Darren, but these were far from normal circumstances and contented himself with trying to keep up. Adam wasn't too keen about being picked up by the Gangers that had minutes eariler completely abandoned them, but as Sasha said, anything but here."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "As the group hobbles towards the machine trouble arrives on the scene in the form of the long-awaited reinforcements called over by Lorren's erstwhile nemesis. Before they can get close, however, the Raubvogel pulls a rifle down from its back and with a single shot of purple energy reduces the enroaching jeeps to slag metal. The cockpit open up and a rough-looking youth throws down the stirrup.\n\n \"Alright you mooks, get yourself in here quick. You're not worth spending that much ammo on, so hurry up before they send more goons.\" "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Aside from admiring the youth's etiquette and politeness, Adam gratefully grabbed hold of the stirrup as something to hold on to and waited to be pulled up with the others."
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha helps Darren to get in with a nod and then climbs into the machine without further ado."
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren looks back at the former jeeps for a moment, then shrugs and grabs the stirrup. Does she look conflicted...? No. No at all."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The Raubvogel has an unusual cockpit; behind the pilot's seat there are six others for passengers, which the pilot roughly introduces you to. When everyone is seated he takes to the controls again, and the robot begins its run-up to the fence. When it seems like the only option would be to plough straight through, the PT boosts into the air on its thrusters and, after a brief moment of disorientation for the passengers, transforms. The Personal Trooper slash plane flies over the wasteland at speeds no walking machine could ever match, heading after its team-mates."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nOnce Darren is securely strapped into his seat (and his adrenaline has ran out), he sees his golden opportunity to fall unconscious from the bloodloss and pain. He does so immediately."
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": " \"Oh no! Should we be keeping him awake or something? I don't want him to go into shock...\" \n\nSasha holds onto Darren's hand and looks a bit worried."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": " 'I think he just needs to rest. Besides, there's not much more we can do for him at the moment.' \n\nAfter a moment, Adam addressed Sasha again.\n\n 'Er, thanks for taking the initiative back there. To be honest, I didn't think it'd work.' "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The unmatched speed of the Raubvogel's jet mode means that it's not long before the three other PTs come into view ahead of them. The pilot opens a communications channel to them as he passes overhead.\n\n \"I've got the strays, Dirk. One's injured, so I'm gonna go ahead to base and sort him out.\" \n \"Roger. Set them up with some accommodation and brief them on the situation, we'll meet you down there.\" \n \"Roger, over and out.\" "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Now that the dust had settled and everyone could get a clearer view of everyone else, the others saw Adam for what he really was, or at least what he looked like. Although mostly covered from head to toe in brown, grey and green desert wrappings, Adam nontheless appeard small and frail. There were deep shadows around his eyes even extending down towards his grey-black beard and sallow cheeks. Tufts of messy black hair fell over the brown bandana he wore, tufts that would otherwise obscure his vision and make his job a lot more aggravating. He hunched over as he sat, as you would expect someone to after they had spent a lifetime sitting down.\n\nAdam thought for a second about sitting back and staying quiet, but his curiosity got the better of him. He spoke a little louder (as much as he could without hurting his back again, the movement was so painful) and addressed the pilot.\n\n 'I hate to intrude upon your concentration, but what exactly is the Blood Pact and what do you want with us?' "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"It's a gang, obviously. We're still pretty small at the moment, but the addition of these four prototypes is the first step to putting us on the map. Oh, and the four slaves of course. That's a nice little bonus too.\" "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Adam was about to ask who the four slaves were, but stopped himself.\n\n 'Oh.' \n\nUndoubtedly the others would have something to say about it."
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren tenses slightly at the offhand way in which their 'rescuer' refers to them as slaves, but stays silent. She knows full well that they're currently at his mercy."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The journey across the desert is tense, with little in the way of conversation. After about an hour of flying the gang's destination comes into view; a large grey building in the middle of untamed wasteland, probably an abandoned factory. The Raubvogel drops down low to the ground and transforms, coming at the base at a run."
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha is glad that the pilot does not have eyes in the back of his head because when he refers to the four of them as slaves her eyes go wide with fear and her lip trembles, if only for a moment. This quickly passes and is replaced by a more neutral yet resolved stare.\n\n If it gets too bad maybe we'll be able to escape...if they're small then their facilities will be also. She dares to hope despite her fear that her actions have landed them in deeper waters.\n\n \"Let's just hope that this isn't a case of out of the pan and into the fire.\" Is the only thing that she whispers under her breath perhaps to Adam, or more likely just to herself."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nDarren currently finds himself in a tiny-sized village so colorful that it looked like a painter's easel had eaten crayons and vomited on the place. The area is full of horrible little people. He feels terribly itchy, and realizes that there's straw coming out of his shirt and pants. He looks around to see that the other prisoners are in similar predicaments - Sasha is wearing a goofy dress and carrying a basket with a small dog inside, the Amazon-woman is made of solid metal, and the scrawny man has a massive, fluffy beard.\n\nThere's something about a tornado, monkeys, and a valuable lesson, but Darren's feverish subconscious skips through those parts. The sound of the tornado doesn't seem to go away, though. The roaring just keeps getting louder and louder...\n\nThe mecha's landing outside the Rebel base brings Darren back into the waking world. The world where his leg is still broken. His neck aches from the poor angle it was at when he passed out, and he begins to rub as it looks around at the others.\n\n \"...I think I liked the itching better than the pain... "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Noticing Darren waking up and talking again, Adam looked inside the medikit again and found some painkillers.\n\n 'These should help,' he said, handing them over, 'you'll have to dry swallow them.' \n\nInstead of offering more words of comfort, the engineer went back to looking at the grey building and admiring the Raubvogel's impressive transforming technique."
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha give Darren a small smile when he awakens.\n\n \"I think it may be time for you to move soon...Do you think you'll be up for it?\" \n\nShe seems concerned but also distracted by the sight of what lies beyond the Raubvogel's windows."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The Raubvogel comes to a halt in a large grey hangar, and the cockpit opens up with a hiss. The pilot gestures for everyone to get out and wait for him on the hangar floor.\n\nThe Raubvogel clearly stands out as special in the hangar; aside from it there are only a handful of Tempelritters and a couple of basic customised models. You understand what the pilot meant about these machines putting them on the map."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nBetween Sasha's kindness (and the scrawny man's medication), Darren begins to feel a little better.\n\n \"Oh, I'd bet I can limp a few more meters, yet. Gotta try, anyway - if we're property now, I'd like to keep from bein' given the same treatment as an injured racehorse, aye?\" \n\nWhenever the cockpit opens up, Darren will put his good leg into the hoist stirrup and wrap the cable around one of his arms a few times before lowering himself down."
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha climbs down as well. She has mixed feelings about this and her poker face is definetly not up to par. Nevertheless she does her best to remain calm and collected in the face of impending slavery...she wonders briefly if perhaps prison would have been preferable but dismisses the thought as entirely too pessimistic."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The pilot leads the reluctant crew through the base, pointing out the mess hall, briefing room and dormitories. Two rooms are set aside for the arrivals; one for Darren and Adam, and one for Sasha and Lorren. The rooms are sparse but servicable, with a single bunk bed, table and chairs. Before they retire to their rooms, however, they most be recorded in the gang records.\n\n \"Alright, one at time list your name, any useful skills and anything else of note.\" "
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha sighs inwardly. No sense in not going all the way with this thing now... \n\n\" Sasha Erlenmeyer, I lived in an un-domed community before the DR grabbed me. I was working with some local Gangers. I'm an esper, mostly telekinesis but my telepathy skills are good too. I know how to defend myself in a fight.\n\nI've also had some time to experiment with chemistry and mechanics. \"\n\nShe looks up with what was meant to be a modest and friendly smile but betrays a bit of her pride at having come so far despite her youth."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nDarren begins gritting his teeth. His eyes flash over to Sasha as she begins speaking. C'mon, darlin', don't tell 'em about your powers. That's an ace up your sleeve that you need... He seems to shrink a little as she says the words.\n\nWhen the pilot looks over at Darren, he's still trying to decide on whether or not he should be fully honest, himself. As a stall, he begins to do what he always does when he needs to bluff - he begins talking. \"Well when I was younger I wasn't nearly as good as bleedin' and bein' in pain as I am now - I've had plenty of time to practice lately. But apart from that I'd have to think. If you'd just give me a sec - it's not everyday a man's got to come up with a resume for his new career as a slave, aye?\" Two choices - see Sasha's wager and go all-in, or fold right here and now. He looks over at the others. They've already gotten in to trouble just to help me. Might as well get myself into trouble. \n\nHe speaks up again, more resolutely than anyone has yet heard him. \"Darren Sirion. I'm a good gambler, for starters - and good at what comes with it. I can fight, shoot, smell an ambush from a mile away, and run like hell.\" He then pauses to draw in a short breath. \"And I'm trained in mecha operation. My weapon experience was limited to beam weapons and melee, 'cause we didn't exactly have ammo to burn. I've also learned a little bit of DR protocol - just comes from gettin' so used to runnin' from 'em.\" "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "(Sorry for the downtime, I've been working six days a week recently and pulling 12 hour shifts for a couple of days.)\n\nAdam too was highly reluctant to venture too much information to these Blood Pact people. However, if they thought he was useless he'd mosty like be put in some menial position scrubbing floors and whatnot.\n\n 'Adam Marcovic. I'm a PT engineer, designer and physicist, although I also have some knowledge in Chemistry and explosives. Technically I'm good with computers and I have training in Trooper use and combat. I'd also like it noted that the manners of your staff need improving.' "
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren hmms a little bit, then smiles brightly. \"Hi! My name is Lorren. My measurements are 30 bust, 22 waist and 30 hips. My turn-ons include long walks on the beach, unrealistically oversized guns and beating the crap out of people. My turn-offs include the laws of physics, people who question my beating-the-crap-out-of-people abilities, and people who stand up after I knock them over.\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"Riiight.\" \n\nThe pilot jots some notes down on his datapad while simultaneously edging slowly away from Lorren.\n\n \"You're to remain in your quarters for the rest of the day. Do not attempt to leave, as you will be under armed guard. Tomorrow at 0700 hours you are to report to the briefing room for your first assignment. Any questions?\" "
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren waves a hand, walking into her and Sasha's shared room and sprawling out on the lower bunk. \"Mmhmm.\" "
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nDarren's sense of self-preservation is quickly being worn away by the gradual diminishing of the painkillers' effects. With a grimace, he grunts and raises his voice to the pilot.\n\n \"Yeah, I've got a damned question! Got a doctor on staff here, or do you want one of your... our gang's PT pilots to die in his bed?!\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"That depends. How much do you think you're worth? We've got a couple of crates of Panacium packs in a recent raid; one of those will mend a clean break like that overnight, but they're not cheap. If I heal you you'd better work your proverbial socks off to earn it back because those things are damn hard to get hold of.\" "
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nDarren realizes that he's treading on dangerous ground. If I'm a slave, I've gotta be careful. There's a fine line between the tool you fix and the one you throw away. He sighs wearily. Time to face the music. \"Look, I wasn't a ganger but I sure ran with enough of them. Life isn't easy out here, and there's hardly enough supplies to go around without some mongrel you picked up wasting more. But I'd rather be helpful than dead weight - or dead. If you can spare the whatever-pack and need a PT pilot tomorrow or a soldier or whatever, you've got one.\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The pilot grunts. \"I'll have it sent down later. Just don't make a habit of... well, whatever you did to break your leg in a prison.\" "
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": " Sasha Erlenmeyer \n\nSahsa tries not to look dismayed at Lorren's response but, as previously stated, her poker face is really rather poor. She quickly recovers and seems pleased at how Darren's break problem will be solved.\n\n\" We'll do what needs to be done. Thank you for your help so far .\" No sense in being rude back at them. Mom always said that being polite would get me further in life...I miss her...and Dad...shouldn't think about them, it won't do if I start to cry like a five year old. "
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren glances at Darren, then Sasha. Her face creases in thought for a moment, before she stares at the wall. One of her feet kicks idly, as she thinks to herself."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nDarren clenches his teeth into a blend of smile and wince as he replies to the pilot. \"You've got it.\" With that, he can finally let himself relax.\n\nThe first thing that came into his mind (once the image of eating a bullet had left) was the Amazon-woman's outburst. He couldn't help but cough out a little laugh out after-the-fact about the parts he remembered. He turns to Sasha. \"Well, seems like you're in for a fun time - your roomie is quite the firecracker.\" He pauses for a moment. \"Still, these guys are willin' to patch me up. Beats the hell out of the DR wantin' to slice ya'll up, aye? You made the smart play for us. Thanks.\" \n Good God Darren, could you have been cheesier? Darren begins to limp himself around towards his room and puts his arm on the other man's shoulders; more for support than for cameraderie...but only a little more. \"So! Adam, is it? Top bunk or bottom? Just so y'know, I don't snore but I hear I talk in my sleep. Guess I don't do it enough durin' the daylight hours, aye?\" "
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha's cheeks acquire a pink blush at Darren's comment. She looks at her feet in order to mask her expression. \"Thanks...\" She glances at the surly pilot briefly. \"Maybe we should still reserve judgement...sleeping on it should do us all a world of good.\" Ah! that came out all wrong!!! Change the topic...change the topic! Her blush deepens.\n\nShe turns to Lorren. \"Shall we? Will you tell me how you managed that crazy kick you did earlier? And that thing you did to the pilot guy...He looked so terrified! I wish I could do that! Um...You know, fight like you do.\" "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Adam's face remained its grim and humourless self as Darren addressed him, although he readily enough helped him limp into their quarters at the cost of his own comfort.\n\n 'I don't think you could manage the top bunk,' he said, lowering Darren down onto the bed."
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha shrugs and climbs onto the top bunk.\n\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Yuki_Akuma \n Lorren waves a hand, walking into her and Sasha's shared room and sprawling out on the lower bunk. \"Mmhmm.\" \n "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "A couple of hours later, as everyone lies in their bunks with their thoughts, a medic enters Darren's room and applies an unusual balm to his broken leg. The pain is quickly replaced by a strange icy feeling, and the medic instructs him not to touch it or move it.\n\nAfter a night of uneasy sleep the group is woken by the morning alarms. It is 6:30 in the morning, half an hour before you're wanted for briefing. Darren is pleased to note that his leg is as good as new, though slightly stiff from unuse."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nDarren spends the first 10 minutes of consciousness this morning wondering if he is actually awake. The whole \"lack of pain\" thing seems to be throwing him off. The reality of his situation doesn't hit him until he realizes one thing. Even his mind has to spit out the dreaded word. I've got to get up and... work. The sudden cold chill that fires up Darren's spine confirms his status of wakefulness.\n\nWith a groan he gets out of bed and, in a move that seems somewhat out of character for a guy like him, begins his morning stretching routine."
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha carefully climbs down from the top bunk and quickly prepares herself.\n\nHer stomach growls at her insistently as she splashes cold water on her face. Where was the mess hall again? \n\nShe leaves the room and lets her feet lead her to sustenance. She hasn't eaten since several hours before they broke out of prison and now that her nerves are not on high alert, she realizes how ravenous she is."
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Even before Sasha wakes up, Lorren has finished her morning rituals, and is sitting in a chair, staring at the far wall. Her bed is impecably made, and she even seems to have straightened out the rest of the room.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI was planning on searching the room for bugs (and actually talking to Sasha before morning.. Damnit TB), but my connection's been terrible lately and I couldn't get on MSN to tell Mr. GM Man. So, bah.\n \n\n\nLorren grins at Sasha, standing and stretching a little. \"Ah, awake, are you? Well, better late than never...\" This is late ?! \"Breakfast, then?\" She grins, and falls into step behind Sasha. Lorren imediately feels... comforted. Slipping into her military persona, following a routine... she'd missed this. And she'd only been out of her routine for a few days, too."
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha blushes but grins at Lorren nevertheless.\n\n \"I guess I overslept a bit...Breakfast sounds perfect, I'm starving.\n\nI wonder if Darren and Adam are up.\" "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Adam always woke at 6 in the morning (if he ever went to sleep in the first place), but instead of being constructive like Lorren, he had been staring intently at the ceiling for the past half hour. As the morning alarms sounded overhead he climbed down from the top bunk as fast as the stiffness in his back would allow him, and Darren could get a better look at Adam. He was even more scrawny and underweight without his clothes (three layers didn't bulk him up much), and had a caved-in chest with skin-tight ribs. He'd be the sort of man to develop a pot-belly if he wasn't so thin, and although most people's skin tanned and roughened in the desert, Adam's remained milky-white, a stark contrast to his dark hair and stubble.\n\nSplashing a little water over his face and putting his dusty, brown-grey clothes back on in silence, he tried (half-heartedly) to make conversation with his room-mate.\n\n 'How's the leg?' he said flatly."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nDarren's legs are straight out across the floor in front of him and he is reaching out as far as he can to reach those toes of his - but they're so far away! Not relenting, he turns his head up to the left to try and get a look at his roommate.\n\n \"Mornin',\" What'shisnamewhat'shisnamewhat'shisname? \"...Adam! It's feelin' better than broken, that's a safe bet. You all excited about our first day of slavin', too?\" His stretching is interrupted by an audible ' Mmmrreerrrr' from his stomach. \"Don't suppose you know the way to the nearest fridge, do ya?\" "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": " 'That would involve me having been here before,' he said absentmindedly, although Darren's stomach-rumblings reminded him of his own need for a breakfast consisting of strong, black coffee. He decided to take the initiative once he was fully dressed and peer down the hallway for any sign of a kitchen."
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha wanders briefly before finding the correct location. She pauses at the entrance to the mess hall and observes the room before walking in and checking out what breakfast will be."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The gang locate the mess hall, and each other, without too much trouble, and settle down for breakfast. This, apparently, consists of little more than a bowl of porridge and a smile, and not even everyone gets the smile.\n\nThere are approximately ten other gangers sharing the hall with the new arrivals, three of which are women."
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren accepts the porridge (she likes oats, anyway) graciously, and sits down with the other three to eat. She eats in silence, but it's not that awkward, uncomfortable silence you get with strangers; she seems perfectly comfortable, just... silent.\n\nAfter a few minutes, she reaches into one of her pockets, and produces two bars of chocolate. Well, if you can call it that; it certainly tastes something like chocolate. She breaks both bars in half, and offers the pieces. Her motives? Who knows."
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha eats the porridge, thankful for any kind of food at this point; she fidgets a little at the lack of conversation but keeps quiet nonetheless.\n\nWhen Lorren produces the chocolate bar, it is accepted with a grin. \"Thanks! I can't remember the last time I had any.\" \n\nShe happily takes a small square and wraps the rest into a napkin. \"Hmmm. There's just something about this stuff. I'll save some...in case of emergency.\" She smiles some more as the little square melts on her tongue."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Not looking any of the other gangers in the eye, Adam moved with the others to get food and ultimately be seated at a table in the corner. He sat hunch-shouldered and concentrated on what was in front of him.\n\nAdam eschewed any of the porridge, instead relying on a large mug of black coffee for energy. However, he did accept Lorren's chocolate with a grunted 'thanks' and crumbled some of it into his dark brown beverage."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nDarren plops down with his tray in a seat close to Sasha and the Amazon-lady. Trying to not break the lingering stillness of the air, he doesn't call out to Adam but makes an effort to try to flag him over to a closer table several times. He mutters quietly to Sasha. \"Feels like home already, aye Sasha?\" Darren's ability to tolerate the silence lasted a few minutes, but soon had been exhausted. Forcing down the last throat-clinging spoonful, Darren lets out an exaggeratedly loud sigh of contentment. \"Aah! Good for mind, body, and soul, that is. You'd think I didn't have a broken leg yesterday. Nothin' like a hearty breakfast with a little help from the miracles of modern medicine, aye?\" \n\nWhen offered the piece of candy, Darren politely declines. \"Thanks, but no thanks, miss. Gets all stuck in my teeth. Besides, I've been told I get a bit hyper when I get the sugar in me. Would you believe that?!\" He presents his best 'innocent' face to Sasha and... Uh...Amazon-lady's name...L...L...Lauren? Laura? Lorren! Lorren. \"Maybe you should offer a bit of that to our quiet comrades here, Lorren .\" It's kind of obvious from the way he says the name that he's proud he remembered it. He then starts to speak just a bit louder and more excitedly to make sure his voice carries across the room. \"They must be hung over from celebratin' - you'd think they'd be feelin' all-Aces after yesterday's big raid. With those PTs they jacked these boys are goin' to be power-players pretty soon, don't you think?\" Without looking around any, Darren listens and waits to see what reaction (if any) he provokes from the gangers."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "There is a quiet murmuring from the other tables, but none of the gangers saw anything to the new arrivals. One by one they finish their breakfasts and depart for the briefing room."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nAs the crew begin to leave without so much as a \"hello\", Darren slumps forward in his seat to plop his left elbow down on the table. He leans down to rest his the side of his face on his hand, and for a brief moment his cheeks fill up with air - only to be blown out in the middle of a sigh. \"Terribly friendly crew we've got here, aye?\" With a bit of a laugh in his voice, he continues on a brighter note. \"What's the world come to when you meet nicer folk in prison than you do out and about? Shall we be headin' on to that meetin' now, ourselves? Duty calls!\" \n\nDarren lifts up his legs and spins around on his seat to stand up. He does his best to tuck away that nagging thought that's been bothering him before anyone sees his face again.\n\n Gotta hope the Lady's still lookin' out for me - if this crew is a gang of killers, I don't know what I'm gonna do. "
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha observes Darren's odd antics with a mixture of dread and amusement...mostly dread.\n\nWhen Darren stands she does as well and she squeezes his arm lightly, whispering so that only Adam, Lorren and he can hear. \"I guess it might not feel like home quite so soon.\" She looks a bit sad but does her best to replace the frown with a small smile.\n\n \"Let's get to that briefing while we can still follow someone to the correct location...\" \n\nShe hustles in order to keep an eye on the unfriendly Gangers."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Adam treated Darren's and Sasha's comments with his usual attitude; he heard but did not listen. A human element of almost any situation was lost on him and he had more important things on his mind. However, when the others started to move he was in front of the other three and led them into the Briefing Room."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Once everyone's filed into the briefing room and settled down a stocky commander-type addresses you from the front of the room, flanked by your 'rescuer' from before, Dirk Turnkey.\n\n \"As you all know, we acquired some new machines yesterday, courtesy of the Divine Republic. As prototypes for the next generation of Personal Troopers they're more powerful than anything currently in mass production, which means that now is the perfect time to hit the DR with all we've got. We've got the PTs, we've got the people and we've got the plan but we're low on the fourth 'P' required for any successful operation, which is of course supplies. I'm splitting you into three groups today; you'll each hit a different area and bring back the supplies to fuel our big raid.\" \n\nThe commander spends the next few minutes assigning teams. All four of the new members are assigned to Blue Team along with the pilot of the Raubvogel, Ryan. Their task is to parachute from the Raubvogel onto a DR supply train as it travels from one dome to another.\n\n \"This operation will be known from now on as Operation Goldmine. Any questions?\" "
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nDarren's expression could only be described as dumb-struck as the briefing progresses. They're just...puttin' us in the game like that? No ante? Sounds too easy. When the commander asks for questions, there's probably little surprise when Darren throws a hand up - not that he waits to be recognized before asking his question anyway.\n\n \"Just a couple, err...boss! The first one, I suppose, should be 'what do we do on this train'? Stop it so some of yo.. our boys can come unload it? The second one,\" Both his voice and expression darken noticeably. \"..is why you're sendin' us. You've got no reason to trust us yet, so either you're really runnin' out of cards, or this is the kind of gig you don't expect anyone to come back from. Am I right?\" "
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren raises a hand. \"I have a question. Why do you commander types always insist on giving these things goofy names?\" She glances at Darren. \"...And why exactly are you sending four 'slaves' on an important mission like this? Do you actually trust us? I know I wouldn't trust us...\" "
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha's eyes nearly bug out of her head as she tries to sink into the floor through the seat of her chair.\n\n Well...low profile we are not... "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"We are sending you because it is just difficult enough for you to prove your worth while not being so difficult as to require more experienced men. It is also not vital to the operation as a whole as we have the other two teams to rely on for supplies in the event that you botch it like schoolgirls. I hope I make myself clear.\" "
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n Well, that's a bit of a lucky break. If it's not difficult enough to need their best, maybe we WON'T die.. \"Painfully clear...Sir? Once you tell us what we're to do with our train after we nab it, I'm guessin' we'll be all-Aces.\" "
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha seems to recover a bit from her mortified state and perks up her ears in the hopes of clearer instructions. She nibbles nervously on her lower lip but avoids fidgetting further."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Showing the merest hint of surprise upon hearing he was to be parachuting from a moving plane onto a moving train, Adam remained silent throughout the others' responses in the hope of any additional information he might use. Only then could an informed reaction be reached and applied."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The commander looks irritated at the groups pleas for more information about the mission.\n\n \"I don't have time to babysit you anymore, outsiders, I have real operations to direct. I don't care how you accomplish your mission, so long as you do it. Now get in that plane and get those supplies!\" \n\nThe pilot of the Raubvogel, Ryan, signals to the group to follow him to the hangars, where their ride awaits them."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Trying to forget how insanely dangerous the next 12 hours will be, Adam follows Ryan to the Raubvogel. Hey, it's not like staying here would be a safer alternative."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nDarren's head hangs low and he begins to massage his forehead. He falls in step behind Adam and that pilot-guy. As the group walks along, Darren is barely heard muttering to himself.\n\n \"Greeaaaat. All we've got to do is jump on a train, packin' nothin' but our fists and the clothes on our backs, hijack it, and sort out a way to unload the damn thing and carry the goodies back before the DR comes a'callin'. There's no way these boys are playin' with a full deck, no sir...\" "
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren follows the pilot, and sighs a little. \"If we're hijacking a train, can I at least have a gun ? I'd be much more reliable with a gun, I think.\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"Amusing as it would be to see you fight off DR soldiers with only your scathing sarcasm, it won't be necessary. There're rifles in the Vogel.\" \n\nWhen they arrive at the hangar Ryan sets off ahead to prep the machine for launch, motioning the others to wait there for a minute. Looking around the hangar you can see the Tempelritter Mk II and the Verruckt from your earlier exploits, though the Zwergenhaft is nowhere to be seen."
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha follows. Evidently worried about the mission and about the fact that she is the one that got the group into this. Although I guess that the worst that will happen is that we end up caught by the DR again...no...wait...we might also be killed. Her face falls.\n\nOnce they get to the hangar, she observes the available machines and muses \" So...do we get both of these? And if so, who gets to pilot the second one? \""
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren stares at Sasha, groans, and grabs her arm, pulling her in. \"This is an aerial mission, knucklehead. Neither of those can fly .\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"Hehe, good one. 'Do we get those'. No no, we're dropping you out of a plane.\" "
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nStarting to get a little nervous about this whole \"mission\", Darren shifts his weight back and forth between feet with his arms folded in front of him. He raps his fingers upon his left arm and looks vacantly out across the hanger.\n\n \"Hopefully they tucked away some parachutes to go along with those rifles, then. Maybe the abridged version of \"Skydivin' for Dummies\" while they're at it would be nice, aye?\" \n\nA slightly comforting (but moreso amusing) thought manages to put a stop to his anxious mannerisms at least - even brings a grimace to his face. May be as dangerous as bein' back in my cell, but good money says this's more interestin'. \"Still, sounds more fun than bein' slaves to a librarian, or dirt-farmer or somethin'. Not everyday it's in your cards to leap out of an airplane.\" "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Adam gave Darren a scrutinising sidelong glance.\n\n 'I could think of worse things than working in a library.' "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"Okay folks, all aboard the bird of prey!\" \n\nAs each of the group ascend up the stirrup in turn Ryan presses a rifle and a parachute into their hands and points them towards a seat under the cockpit."
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": " \"Oh, right.\" Is the full extent of Sasha's response to her mistake.\n\nShe awaits Lorren's actions and takes cue from her before doing anything that might seem funny or erroneous. After all, this is serious and potentially rather grim business."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Adam took the rifle with a certain unease. He'd fired shotguns back on his father's estate many years ago, but that was worlds apart from being in an actual gunfight. The mere idea made him feel more than a little queasy.\n\n There must be a better way to do this he thought as he sat down."
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren, on the other hand, takes to the rifle like a duck to water; she sits down, examining the rifle, getting a feel for it... \"Hm... a bit heavier than I'm used to... what kinda rounds are you using in this thing?\" "
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": " \"So...what are the specifics of this thing? We need as many details as possible if we are to pull this off.\" She looks hopefully at the pilot.\n\n \"What we know so far is that we'll be jumping from the air onto a moving supply train with nothing other than our wits and these riffles. Do we know how many guards will be on this train? What is our target cargo? Are we to take prisoners or kill those that oppose us?\" She tries not to look squeamish at her own question."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": " \"Details schmetails. Don't you get that we're testing you here? Show some initiative.\" \n\nWith that the PT boosts out of the hangar and into the desert, scattering loose sand in its wake. A simple jump and a stomach-churning transformation later the group is flying through the air at amazing speed, heading directly towards the sand-train just visible on the horizon."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nFor the first time since leaving the mission briefing, Darren laughs aloud at the pilot's comment. Although still filled to the gullet with butterflies, the laughter helps alleviate a lot of his stress. \"Haha! Whether you were jokin' or not, thanks - I needed that.\" \n\nAt least in his own mind, this helped to clear the air a bit. Feeling a bit more bold now, he begins to converse with the pilot. \"So what'd they say your name was? Ryan? How long you been with the uh..Blood Pact?\" "
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha frowns when the pilot looks away.\n\nShe whispers.\n \"Test us? Hmpf. There's testing and then there's potentially sending someone to their death. \" She is obviously displeased with the Blood Pact's callous attitude but resigns herself quickly.\n\n \"Nothing that we can do about it now save survive and succeed.\" \n\nShe looks at her now teammates. \"Well they won't give us a plan but I expect that having might help us. Any suggestions about strategy?\" "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "In a fit of uncharacteristic desperation, Adam thought of putting a bullet through Ryan's head and getting the hell out of here. However, he'd have to cope with the Blood Pact retaliation and couldn't anticipate the others' reactions, as well as heavily doubting his own piloting ability. Plus, he'd never work up the guts to pull it off.\n\n 'Well, er... have any of us been a firefight? Apart from yesterday.' \n\nWithout waiting for a response, Adam called up to Ryan.\n\n 'I don't suppose you have a spare toolbelt lying around here, do you?' "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Blithely ignoring the gang's questions, Ryan slows down the Raubvogel as the DR sand train comes into view. Made up of five large cars, the train ploughs its way slowly through the desert as Ryan issues their final instructions.\n\n \"Okay guys, you've got about... sixty seconds before I open the hatch here and push you out of the plane. Your chute'll open automatically, so good luck and try not to get yourselves killed.\" "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Adam didn't really know how to answer a comment like that, so he simply gripped his rifle, checked his parachute a dozen times over and prayed to whatever god was listening that he would see this day through."
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Shasha holds onto her rifle and tries to ready herself as best she can--not very well all things considered.\n\nShe takes a deep breath and tries not to scream out when the hatch opens and she is sent tumbling into the air."
},
{
"author": "TheGreatJabu",
"message": " Darren Sirion \n\nDarren puts on a fairly unconvincing smile. \"Chutes open automatically, aye? Guess we can just enjoy the ride down, then. It'll be the easy part.\" "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "One by one the gang make the leap of faith out of the speeding plane down towards the distant sand-train. After a heart-pounding freefall the parachutes do eventually make good on their promise and open, leaving the four plucky recruits to spiral down onto the DR train armed with nothing but their wits and some classic rifles.\n\nBut hey, compared to the wall this should be a piece of cake, right?"
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha's heart threatens to exit her body for a moment but when the chutes open she heaves a sigh of relief.\n\n \"Lorren! You're good with these things...where do you figure would be the best place to land on this train. I'll try to steer us to it.\" "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Sasha's words were wasted on Adam as he attempted to gain control of his parachute. This would have been easier had his hands not turned to jelly the moment he was unceremoniously ejected from the flying mecha."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "With the wind thundering in everyone's ears all communications prove futile, so everyone is forced to use their best judgement when landing on the train. And let's face it, if their best judgement was any good they wouldn't be parachuting onto a moving train in the first place.\n\nEveryone lands on the train with an unceremonious thud, Sasha narrowly hitting the edge after attempting to use her power for course correction. With any luck they've landed on an uninhabited section of the train, as their violent descent caused more than a little noise. There are carriages to the front and back of their location, so they could try getting in through a door. Failing that, peering through the windows on the side of their carriage might yield some information. Failing that , there's endless wasteland if anyone feels like just ending it all right now. It's the situation, such thoughts are none too strange."
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren has been rather quiet! Not entirely grim; just concentrating quite hard. As she lands, she quickly takes the chute off; as former military, she's quite quick at it, as she's been airdropped several times before. \"Chutes off! Everyone follow my lead.\" She clicks off the safety on her rifle, before chambering a round and heading towards the nearest door.\n\nShe stands just out of sight from the door, then closes her eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply...\n\n \n Spoiler \nKnow the Center (Psycho-Awareness) to 'scan' the immediate area (3d6+5)[ 13 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Lorren feels the presence of two soldiers in the carriage, sitting on the piles of boxes and playing at cards. Presently one of them gets up and walks to the door concealing Masters, presumably drawn by the noise of their landing."
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren's eyes snap open, and she lets out a breath. Suddenly, she ducks down, aiming her gun right at the door, waiting and watching. Her finger stays glued to the trigger of her rifle..."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "The soldier casually opens the door, blissfully unaware of the crouching sergeant lying in wait for him. With a start he notices her, and reaches down to the belt where his pistol is holstered...."
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "As he reaches for his pistol, the guard is greeted by a bullet aimed directly for his skull. Lorren doesn't mess around!\n\n \n Spoiler \nShootin' Guns (3d6+4)[ 18 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "(Zoiks, there's discriminate killing afoot!)\n\n\nAdam, having never been the most athletic of fellows, landed clumsily on the top of the train. He grappled the longest with his chute and only finished in time to hear the shot of Lorren's rifle. It made him jump even above the roaring wind and he grabbed his own armament with sickly unease, making a slow, anxious path towards Lorren's part of the train, looking to the others for back-up."
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha untangled herself as quickly as she could but Lorren was far more efficient than she could have imagined.\n\nSeeing Lorren's movement Sasha followed suit, not quite knowing what was in store. As such the gunshot came as a bit of a surprise to her despite everything...the young girl seemed a little shell shocked but tried to regain her composure and aimed her own riffle towards the soldier."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Adam and Sasha drop down next to Lorren, quickly taking in the fact that she's standing over a bloody corpse missing part of its head. The other guard, in a state of shock, fires wildly to no effect."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Although the panicked guard's shots missed, Adam instinctively ducked back behind the door against the outer part of the carriage, breathing heavily. With slightly shaking fingers, he loaded his rifle."
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren dashes into the compartment, dodging out of the general line of fire. She brings up her rifle, and aims another quick shot to the head. She tries not to aim for any other vital spots, as those tend to take a while to kill someone. The brain, though...\n\n \n Spoiler \nBang! (3d6+4)[ 12 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "Sasha aims and shoots as well.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Bang as well! http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1485805/ \n "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Lorren's shot narrowly misses the soldier, flying just past his shoulder. With a cry he lunges forward at his attacker, tackling her to the ground.\n\nMeanwhile, Sasha shoots a hole in the ceiling with her woeful shooting."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Adam swung himself into the room at the exact moment Sasha took a shot at the train's ceiling and consequently jumped half a foot in the air. Deciding it was safer if no-one did the shooting, Adam instead went to smack the remaining live guard with the butt of his rifle.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNo melee skills whatsoever: (3d6-3)[ 10 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Twilight",
"message": "A little freaked out by the hole in the ceiling which might have been a hole in a person, Sasha decides to go with what she knows. She moves nearer and tries to punch the soldier.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Sad little punch. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1487625/ \n "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Despite their target lying on the floor in front of them, Adam and Sasha do just as badly in melee as they do with guns. Keeping a hold on Lorren, the soldier rolls to the side to dodge the clumsy blows, which threaten to hit Lorren more than anything."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Disguarding the treacherous rifle, Adam attempted to grab the nimble guard and pull him off Lorren.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNope, no grappling skills either: (3d6-3)[ 5 ] \n \n\n\n\n[Edit: Suddenly The Wall looks appealing...]"
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Easily anticipating Adam's amateur grapple attempt, the guard counters with a powerful punch to the jaw that sends the poor engineer staggering backwards and nearly knocks him off the train. The soldier gets to his feet with an arm wrapped around Lorren's neck, holding her as a shield as he starts slowly backing up into the carriage."
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren, on her part, seems to be oddly calm throughout this entire farcical combat scene. Until, of course, the guard begins to back away using her as a shield. She can't have that.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSmack! (3d6+1)[ 10 ] \n \n\n\nAnd she completely fails to actually do much, other than squirming to get her arm free. Ack."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "In response to Lorren's squirming the soldier tightens his grip on her neck, and unholsters his pistol. He fires a warning shot at the two in front of him, before finally speaking.\n\n \"Why are you here? What do you want?\" "
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Suddenly, Lorren's arm snaps back, moving with the restraint instead of against it. Her elbow smacks into the guard's ribs with force that such a small girl really shouldn't be able to muster.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAnother smack! Maybe? (3d6+1)[ 13 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Adam had never been sucker-punched before and didn't particularly care for it. When the white spots stopped dancing in front of his eyes and the pain in his jaw was reduced to a mere agonising throb, Adam got to his feet to find Lorren a captive human shield. Glancing at Sasha he grabbed his rifle and aimed it squarely at the guard's head.\n\nMaybe it was the hit to the face, maybe it was the adrenaline surging through his veins, whatever it was, something made Adam speak in his usual raspy voice.\n\n 'Release her and you'll leave here alive.' \n \n Spoiler \nConvincing people to do stuff: (3d6+2)[ 11 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "With a cry the soldier doubles over, clutching his stomach. Lorren is able to scramble free of his grasp as her victim struggles to breath."
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren grins, jumping back. She then aims a kick at the guard... but she seems to be slightly off-balance, as she misses by inches.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack: (3d6+1)[ 9 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Taking advantage of the opening, the soldier lunges forward and shoves Lorren, knocking her to the ground and leaving her with barely an inch to spare between her and the edge of the train.\n\nAdam feels slightly left out as no-one bothers to acknowledge his threat.\n\n(Update: Lorren is at -1, Adam is at -1, the soldier is at -1)"
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": "Lorren falls to her back, and lays there for a split second. Then, she grits her teeth, jumping to her feet. Snatching Adam's rifle from his hands, she twirls it around before aiming it directly for PC Killer 9000 and pulling the trigger.\n\n \n Spoiler \nBlam! (3d6+4)[ 17 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Now that Lorren was free from the clutches of the guard, Adam acted rather rashly and fired the rifle, aiming for a bodyshot.\n\n \n Spoiler \nShotgun Proficiency which carries over to rifles, according to TB: (3d6+1)[ 15 ] \n \n\n\nAt least, that's what would have happened had Lorren not pulled the rifle out of Adam's trembling hands.\n\n\n(Edit: Curse you and your precognitive abilities, Official Simu-Ninja Yuki!)"
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Looking back, they never could remember who fired that shot. Between the head trauma and the shock of almost dying to a faceless grunt, it's hardly surprising. Regardless, the soldier was now lying in a pool of blood in front of them, and the gang has time to catch their breath. And hyperventilate. And pray."
},
{
"author": "Yuki Akuma",
"message": " \"Well that was... awful.\" Lorren rubs her temples, walking over to the guard to relieve him of his pistol. She then collects the other pistol from the other guard; she's much more comfortable with smaller guns."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": "Despite being extremely relieved that Lorren took the shot instead of him, Adam couldn't help but feel queasy at the site of the two bodies.\n\n 'Let's just get the supplies and never speak of this again.' \n\nAdam began to look around the carriage for any signs whatsoever of the train's cargo."
},
{
"author": "TamerBill",
"message": "Unfortunately, it's never that easy. Not for the team beaten into submission by a wall and humiliated by a grunt. Oh no. The crates in this carriage contain only files; boxes and boxes of recruitment data and service records, with none of the elusive supplies sought by the gangers."
},
{
"author": "LazyJoe",
"message": " 'Well, I guess there's no way of psychically knowing where the supplies are... I would suggest that we split up and search, but it took three of us to take down one guard.' "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Stormcloud vs. Andoris \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Dragonstar - Stormcloud \n munimortal - Andoris \n All Combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Dragonstar",
"message": "Let the battle begin! 😁\n\nStart in M2, Javelin in one hand.\n\n Initiative - (1d20-4)[ -2 ] \n\nSmall warning - I will be unavailable from late tonight until Wednesday about 3pm. I'm taking my girlfriend out of town for her birthday..."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "munimortal has informed me that he will be away this weekend. (as it was in the context of something else, it is entirely likely that he doesn't even know this match exists yet) He should be able to post next week. Convenient. 😏"
},
{
"author": "Dragonstar",
"message": "Fine by me. I'm back whenever he's ready to go. 😁"
},
{
"author": "munimortal",
"message": "Sorry about the delay, couldn't find this thread, Anyway\n\nInitiative (1d20+2)[ 15 ] "
},
{
"author": "munimortal",
"message": "Start in M25\n\nMove to M21\nCast Magic Missle\nDamage: (1d4+5)[ 8 ] "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "ehm... Sorry to say this, but you got no LoS/LoE yet. The hill is blocking it.\nYou keep your initiative but you will have to redo your turn. Also, since their is no LoS yet you are allowed to post your actions in a spoiler so the opponent doesn't know what you are doing until LoS gets established."
},
{
"author": "munimortal",
"message": "ok then lets try this again.\n \n Spoiler \n\nDouble Move to R21\nReady Action, on LOS\nCast Magic Missle\nDamage if LOS (1d4+5)[ 6 ] \nsorry if there is another mistake\n \n\n\nAnd your turn"
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "High Ref Mav:\n\n@Munis\n \n Spoiler \n\nA double move is a full round action, which means that do not have an action left to ready. You are in R21 with no actions readied.\n \n\n\n@Stormcloud\n \n Spoiler \n\nI don't really have anything to tell you, I just don't like making people feel left out.\n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " High Ref Paladin Latham \n\nDue to inactivity Dragonstar is disqualified (I hope nothing bad happened to him, he just stopped posting suddenly...)\n\n Andoris is declared the winner and recieves 300xp and 300gp! "
},
{
"author": "Dragonstar",
"message": "*sigh* No, just busier than busy the last 3 days. Ah well. 😩 Guess I'll just have to go undefeated to win this thing now. 😏"
}
] |
[
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": "After the man finishes his tale of the cult that destroyed your town you all sit in silence. He then ask again if you would be intrested in save the town. You all, of course say yes. You find the tower in Loudwater, the tower seems deserted, but the door seems magiclly sealed..\n\n \n Spoiler \n ((00C-> Ok not one of my best entrances, but RP post from everybody and I'll be good for the next twist. Remember this is a test campaign so there still may be some kinks.))\n "
},
{
"author": "Zyks",
"message": " Zalsor \n\nOnce the door is found to be magically sealed, Zalsor turns to the group. The six foot 3 human speaks in an unexpectededly quiet voice \"Well, abandoned places don't usually have magic security, so thisplace probably isn't what it seems. \n\nZalsor turns back to the door and inspects it closer.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpellcraft check to try and identify the magic: (1d20+1)[ 6 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "UglyPanda",
"message": " Hugo \n \"Magic doesn't just disappear for no reason. Maybe the mage in charge of guarding the thing quit or something. We should be careful, regardless.\" \n\nHugo puts on his goggles and starts inspecting the door for traps, magical or otherwise.\n \n Spoiler \n[roll0]\n \n\n\nIf he finds traps, he'll announce it to the rest of the group and try to disable them.\n \n Spoiler \n[roll1]\n \n\n\nIf not, he'll ask the rest of the group if he should try to pick the lock.\n \n Spoiler \n[roll2]\n "
},
{
"author": "Snowfall",
"message": " Thule Grimstalker \n\nThule listens to Hugo and Zelsor, but adds no comment of his own, trusting his friends to find a way in. If not... Thule pulls his longaxe off of the long holster on his back, gripping the hard handle between his gauntlets. He flexes the muscles in his shoulders."
},
{
"author": "UglyPanda",
"message": " Hugo \n\nIf the door prevents someone from seeing if there are traps, then I try to pick the lock anyway, taking 20 if necessary.\n\nWhile concentrating on the task of picking said lock, Hugo addresses Thule. \"Hey Thule, do you know how to use a pickaxe? We might need to get inside the hard way.\" He then laughs to himself.\n\nIf Hugo fail to pick the lock, then he looks to see if there is another way in and try to try to see the type of material the door and the walls around it are composed of."
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Rabbit \n\nThe halfing wizard shrugged at his companions as they discussed their options for entering the tower. Hugo felt the familiar mental touch as Rabbit's mind connected with his,\n\nTelepathy with Hugo\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"I didnt prepare a spell to dispel magic, nor do I know the spell to break magical locks. Sorry\" \n \n\n\nWhile Hugo continues his investigation of the door, the halfling circumnavigates the tower looking for other possible points of entry, windows, etc."
},
{
"author": "Snowfall",
"message": " Thule \n\nThule shrugs his shoulder at Hugo, but he chuckles and breaks his silence, \"Using my axe to break down the wizard usually works better... so let me know if you see the one that sealed this door.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nHow big is this tower any way? Other entrances, windows, etc.?\n "
},
{
"author": "UglyPanda",
"message": " Hugo \n \"Wish I knew who it was who made this lousy lock, but I'm just as in the dark as you are. Anyone remember why we're here? Was there something we had to steal or someone we had to kill? I kinda spaced out.\" \n\nTo Rabbit, telepathically:\n \n Spoiler \n \"Drat, that sucks harder than...a...sucking...thing. Damn. It's hard to come up with jokes when the first thing in your head is the first thing out of your mouth. Figuratively speaking, of course.\"\n\"Do you have any spells that can let us see inside the tower, by any chance? It would be nice to see what we're up against if Zalsor's right.\" \n "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Rabbit \n\nRabbit scrunches his face up while thinking,\n\nTelepathic to Hugo\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"I could try to identify the type of magic with a simple spell, though I dont know that it would help us overly much. If we cannot find another way, I could prepare a spell for dispelling magic tomorrow.\" \n \n\n\n[ooc] Waiting for a better description of the tower at this point. Height, amount/height of windows, material of the door, material of the tower, etc. [/ooc]"
},
{
"author": "Zyks",
"message": " Zalsor \n\nZalsor steps back from the door and peers upwards, higher up the tower\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nspot check: (1d20+2)[ 4 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": "The tower is around 60 feet high, with windows starting at 25 feet high, and then ten feet after that. The windows are about eight inches wide, and three feet tall. The stone is average, but might be enchanted for all you know, the tower does seem old, and it might have magical help to keep it standing. There is no other entrance than the magiclly sealed door.\n\nThis all doesn't matter much, because after about another minute of investagation a blood curdaling scream errupts from over the hill about four hundered yards away. You all rush towards the sounds, and combat soon greets your eyes. Commoner bodies litter the ground around a huge beastly creature. Standing close to eight feet high, and five feet wide, the monster takes up a huge space and easly spoted in the little vally below. You rush down and when you finally get close enough you recognise the beast for what it is. A Umber Hulk, a subterranen creature that can burrow through earth as easly as walk through air. The creature's arm fall to the ground as it turns toward you.. You seem to be it's next targets for destruction.\n\nBut before anything happens you see a huge hole, that resonabley could have been from which the Hulk came from, but the hole looked as if it probably not made by only one. It looked to be about thirty feet across, and forty feet deep.\n\nTurning back to the only Umber Hulk in sight you ready yourself.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \n\nColors match your spots.\nUmber Hulk is the big dot.\nThe big grey type thing is the hole.\nRoll Intiative.\n "
},
{
"author": "Zyks",
"message": " Zalsor \n oh hell with it, back to saving the world again \n\nZalsor whips his greatsword from his back with surprising grace and ease, and stands ready to engage the creature, stony faced and serious.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\ninitiative (1d20+5)[ 18 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Rabbit \n Initiative - (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \n\nThe small halfling's mouth opens in a soundless gasp as he sees the destruction littered around the creature. Recognition settles into his eyes as he takes in the full picture. He is sure there is more to this beast than the massive claws and pincer-like mouth and tries to remember what he learned in his studies.\n\n Knowledge Dungeoneering - (1d20+6)[ 25 ] "
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": " Knowledge of the Hare \n \n Spoiler \n The burrowing insects usually stay to themselves, keeping to there selfdug tunnels. Their gaze can be used to confuse and befudle the weak minded, and it's massive body lends to it's strenghth. It is by no meens stupid, and doesn't need it's eyes to feel were his opponents are, though it still has no probablem seeing in the darkness if need be.\n "
},
{
"author": "Snowfall",
"message": " Thule \n \"Big and ugly, my favorite... but at least we can stop staring at that damned door.\" \n\nAs Thule changes his grip to the base of his longaxe, he turns to Zalsor and rumbles, \"Beware its reach, this could hurt a little\" He makes ready to step to the front of the group.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Init - (1d20+2)[ 22 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "UglyPanda",
"message": " Hugo \n\nHugo's tools were in his bag and his bow in his hand the second he heard the scream. Rushing to the scene, he can only exclaim:\n\n \"What the hell is that thing? Seriously, what the hell.\" \n\nHugo isn't sure if he's ever seen or heard of such a beast. Thinking back...\n\n Knowledge check: (1d20+3)[ 11 ](14) \n Initiative: (1d20+3)[ 3 ](6) "
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": "Init - (1d20+1)[ 13 ] \n\nCombat Round 1.\n\nThule\nZasor\nUmber Hulk\nRabit\nHugo\n\nand ah here we go."
},
{
"author": "Snowfall",
"message": " Thule \n\nWithout a word, Thule moves to the front of the group and sets himself to receive the beast's charge.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAC 19 Flat 17 Touch 13\nHP 82/82\n\nThule's going to move to 7-11 and ready an attack action for when the Hulk gets in range. He has set his longaxe to 10' grip and is using +3 on a power attack. If the hulk moves, this should reset Thule's initiative to right before the hulk, right?\n\n attack - (1d20+8)[ 11 ] \n damage - (1d12+8)[ 14 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "UglyPanda",
"message": " Hugo \n\nHugo thinks to himself about a battle strategy for when the opportunity to attack asserts itself.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI'm stating my combat actions ahead of time.\n\nWhen it's my turn, if I am not attacked, I take a move action to hide while moving towards the Umber Hulk. I'll stop the second I get within 30 ft. of the Umber Hulk and take a standard action to fire my bow at it.\n\nIs sniping a free action? If so, then I move into sniping position after my attack.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHide check\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+11)[ 13 ](24) \n \n\n\nAttack roll\n (1d20+9)[ 19 ](28) \n (1d4)[ 3 ](3) \nSneak attack(if applicable)\n (3d6)[ 4 ][ 5 ][ 4 ](13) \n\nHiding after sniping (if it is a free action)\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20-4)[ 7 ](3) \n \n\n \n\n\nIf the Umber Hulk is over 50 ft away from me on my turn, I instead spend the whole turn hiding.\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+16)[ 4 ](20) \n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Zyks",
"message": " Zalsor \n\nZalsor dashes to his left and ahead slightly, ending up just behind and to the right of Thule. From there he utters a few word sand thrusts his hand towards the creature. A blinding light shoots from his hand towards the hulk\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAC: 18 HP:48/48\n\nMove action to 6,12. Then casting searing light on the hulk.\n\nRanged touch attack roll: (1d20+5)[ 8 ] (I think thats right?)\nDamage (if hits): (3d8)[ 18 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "UglyPanda",
"message": " Hugo \n\nHugo also realizes that he forgot a few likely possibilities.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nIf I can't hide this turn, then disregard the sneak attack damage.\n\nMy character is unsure of whether he has been spotted or if there is a safe hiding space, so he hides out of instinct, regardless of circumstances.\n\nRegardless of the actions of anyone else, I don't move more than 15 feet during my turn.\n\nIf the Umber Hulk moves to within 30 ft of me before my turn, I instead move away from him and towards Zalsor until the distance between the Umber Hulk and I is 30 ft. I still try to hide during that motion.\n\nOtherwise, I act as previously stated.\n "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Rabbit \n\nSeeing Hugo's intended course of actions, the halfling whispers into the man's mind,\n\n \"It does not need its eyes to see you, attempting to hide will be of little value here.\" \n\nUnsure how best to compliment his companions at this point, Rabbit decides the best offense is a good defense and girds himself against attacks.\n\n[ooc] Cast Silent Mage Armor [/ooc]"
},
{
"author": "Snowfall",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nI think you meant Hugo, not Thule...\n "
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": "The Umber Hulk starts foward just as the Burst of Light flood towards it. The aim is a little high, and the large creature is able to stumble under it. Charging at Thule, the creature pulls up and starts to swing. That's when Thule releases the pent up power in his stance turning and dipping, putting his full force of his body into the swing. The axe flies true, but sadly is turned by the creatures outer skin, dinging away as if it his mithral plate mail.\n\nLetting out an unearthly screech the Subterraining creature lets out a screech and swipes at you with it's huge maul of a claw.\n\n[roll]1d20+11[roll]\n (2d4+6)[ 12 ] \n\nHugo meets with more success, as with his opponent occupied the bolt that flies from his crossbow strikes true. Also, with the extra time he had to aim the bolt found a bigger nitch in the beast armor, and thunk solidly in the monsters tough skin. Though now the Umber Hulk has turned his ugly head and staring menacingly at Hugo.\n\n Round 2 \nSame Init Order.\nI'll have map up shortly."
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": "Messed up a roll\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+11)[ 26 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Zyks",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Are you sure the second half was Zalsor? Because I don't actually have a crossbow, and I was the one firing the light at it 😛\n "
},
{
"author": "Snowfall",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nActually, Zalsor should go ahead of Thule now, since Thule readied an action to strike the Hulk when he moved.\nAnd ouch... meat shield at work.\n "
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n ((00C-> Very true. And yes it's been changed))\n "
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": " ROUND 2 \n \n\nSame Init. Oh, and everybody roll a will save before posting."
},
{
"author": "Zyks",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Will (1d20+8)[ 11 ] \n\nMoving up to the hulk and hitting it with the greatsword (assuming nothing happens from the will save)\n\nattack (1d20+8)[ 10 ] \ndamage (2d6+3)[ 12 ] \nfire damage (1d6)[ 2 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Snowfall",
"message": " Thule \n\nThule grunts from the Umber Hulk's blow, and then lets out a roar, twirling his axe and striking twice at the beast.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Will - (1d20+5)[ 19 ] \n\nSince the Hulk is only 5' away, Thule switches to his 5' grip and attacks.\n\n Attack1 - (1d20+11)[ 23 ] \n Damage1 - (1d12+7)[ 18 ] \n Attack2 - (1d20+6)[ 18 ] \n Damge2 - (1d12+7)[ 15 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Diarmuid",
"message": " Rabbit \n Will Save - (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \n\nMoving 15', the halfling takes a quick look down the hole before reaching into his pouch and pulling forth a small bag. Quickly removing a candle from the bag, he makes a few arcane gestures and an evil looking, small scorpion appears behind the beast battling his friends.\n\nCast Silent Summon Monster II (Fiendish Monstrous Scorpion, Small), standard action due to Rapid Summoning. Monster appears in 10,11 y,x)\n\nScorpion\n Hit Points: (2d8+4)[ 17 ] \n Armor Class: 14, Touch: 10, Flat-Footed: 10\n\nFull Attack (bonuses for flanking taken into account)\n Claw 1 - (1d20+3)[ 7 ] \n Claw 1 Damage - (1d3-1)[ 1 ] (minimum 1)\n\n Claw 2 - (1d20+3)[ 16 ] \n Claw 2 Damage - (1d3-1)[ 0 ] (minimum 1)\n\n Sting - (1d20-2)[ 6 ] \n Sting - (1d3-1)[ 0 ] (minimum 1), Plus DC 12 fort save or (1d2)[ 1 ] Con damage."
},
{
"author": "UglyPanda",
"message": " Hugo \n (1d20+3)[ 16 ](19) \n\n\"Damn bug has spotted me.\", Hugo thinks to himself, and realizes he can no longer contribute by perforating the Umber Hulk's organs. He begins reciting an old crappy poem, while retrieving his wand of cure light wounds and then moves to the space (5-11)\n\n(Roleplay, not a combat action)\n \"There once was a thin Umber Hulk\nwho was sadly without any bulk\nHe ate like a pig,\nbut then grew too big\nSo now he does nothing but sulk. "
},
{
"author": "Sornjss Lichdom",
"message": "Sorry guys. I have been tied up with school lately, and will be having to put this game on hold for a while. If/When I am able to start it back up I will contact you via PM. Thank you, and again sorry."
},
{
"author": "Snowfall",
"message": "Ah yes, school... well, good luck!"
},
{
"author": "UglyPanda",
"message": "I wish you the best of luck and hope that this campaign eventually restarts."
}
] |
[
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "Now at last you begin your adventure, or at least the journey to where you hope you will find adventure. Having very little spending money, and very much road ahead of you, have not made the trek pleasant. With each passing day you feel less and less like a hero, and more like a ball of filth. Travelers gaze upon your ragtag group with suspicion, and Innkeeps always seem to find the dirtiest corner of the common loft. The heavens also seem to frown upon you. During your short journey you have managed to see snow, be covered in mud, drenched in hot rain, and baked beneath an even hotter sun. Yet, you finally arrive at last at the great city of Magna Urba.\n\nYou pass through the outskirts, which consist of small farmsteads and scattered villages, to arrive at the main gate of the walled city. Once passing beneath what summarily the most intimidating and imposing battlements you have ever laid eyes upon, you are assaulted by a swirling cacophony of sound and color.\n\nThe party has arrived at the main market district of Magna Urba. In a space enclosed by a quarter mile wide semi-circle are more carts, vendors, and shops than you have seen in your entire life. Sigil was diverse, in so much as you could find many types of people, but this is diversity of a different flavor. In Sigil everyone was part of a whole, and lived in the same small community. The market place displays a great clashing and bustle of strangers. Each individual seems to exist in their own world, with their own unique style.\n\nYou can’t help but get pressed into the crowd and be drawn in by the many attractions. All of the vendors seem quite willing and able to assail against every one of your senses. Had you a bit more gold on hand, you might have found yourself parting with it very quickly.\n\nFrom what you can tell from you vantage point at the edge of the crowd, the center of the ring is completely inundated with the same chaos . Somehow, probably due to the vigilance of the very competent looking guards, there is a relatively clear path surrounding the central swirl. Carts carrying various goods can be seen passing along this path, which is lined along the wall with more established places of business.\n\nWhere do you go now, adventurers?"
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti - you all know him as \"Fence,\" stares wide-eyed at the chaos around him, feeling especially immersed at his scant 3 feet high vantage point. Holy monstrous carnival he mutters in his native halfling tongue, then in common - This place is AMAZING! He turns to his companions, a little calmer. Maybe we can find our bearings, and some information also, at a local tavern? He grins impishly, then begins looking around for a tavern nearby, while continuing to take in as many sights as he possibly can."
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe somewhat travel-worn wizard nods.\n\n That sounds good. I always feel more at home in a Tavern. "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nTo Zadreck, Magna Urba was everything he had imagined it to be - crowded, busy, large, hectic,... all of the typical descriptions that readily come to the minds of passers-by, yet which are almost forgotten (or ignored) by the local populace. The warrior assumed that one could easily adapt to a life like this, if one were inclined to become, say, a merchant. Of course, to them a life of adventure would evoke an equal curiosity, and although the journey Zadreck and his companions had embarked on had not been exactly pleasant, he wouldn't have it any other way.\nWhile he was glad he and his companions had reached their destination, or better yet, that they had finally gone on an adventure (whether to follow a familial legacy or for other reasons) he felt that this was the city where the real adventure would start.\n\nZadreck nodded at the halfling's suggestion.\n \"A tavern is as good a place to start as any. However, if we don't find anything of interest there, we should consider going to the local constable. He'll be sure to have some honest work for us.\" "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "ooc: Just going to wait for Severedevil, and then we can get on going."
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran , Male Goblin\n\nThe goblin you know as Canran stands only slightly higher than Eranti, but his height is extended by an almost Seussical hat of orange and black stripes which rests upon his head. His silly city-hat bears many wrinkles from its long days smushed inside a full backpack, but it certainly makes him more visible in a crowd.\n\nCanran frown seriously up at Zadreck, the copper cookware that hangs from his backpack jangling lightly with every step. \"It's only a good start if it's a good tavern. So hunt us up a good one!\" He grins at Eranti, and gestures to the taller pair of adventurers. \"You two can go first,\" the little greenskin declares, \"you're the ones with the long legs.\" \n\nIf Zadreck and Nevar honor his decree, Canran will follow closely behind them so he doesn't get lost in the crowd. He seems somewhat wary of the legs and feet of taller beings in such a cramped environment."
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "The party manages to pry themselves from the wonders of the central market, and make their way toward a tavern. The nearest establishment is only a few yards down the path, and obviously caters to travelers. A stableboy can be seen running about taking in the mounts of various patrons. The sounds of laughter and song echo out from behind the large oaken doors each time they swing open with the gusto of inebriation. Above these doors hangs a gayly painted sign with a lewd depiction of some manner of fae creature. Beneath the bawdy display are the words 'Drunken Dryad'.\n\nYou enter the crowded establishment and are treated to the smells of fine cooking, and too many bodies. The place is quite packed, a portly man sporting muttonchops and a greasy apron approaches and shouts over the din, \"Grab a seat where ya can, and a wench if yer able. We've more than enough to go around, but not enough to get it there\". He then whisks away to the back of the room."
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe young wizard takes a deep breath of the collision of odors and nods.\n\n Oh yes, this is a good one! "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nThe establishment offered a fine refuge for those weary of shouting merchants, vivid tapestries and the overwhelming scent of exotic spices. As such, it didn't come as a surprise to see that the tavern was almost as packed as the streets outside.\nZadreck sat himself down at a nearby table, one that offered a good view of the entire bar, and then motioned for his companions to join him.\n\nThe warrior stretched his legs for a bit before taking a good look around, and listening for anything unusual or interesting.\n\nMost of the tavern was filled with long trestle tables (such as the one Zadreck, Nevar, Fence and Canran found themselves at). Nearly all of them were occupied, making for a very lively, very crowded center.\nOff to the sides of the room were a couple of private round tables, but the people who sat there didn't seem particularly different from those elsewhere in the bar. The crowd itself consisted mainly of travelers and merchants, with a few off-duty guards here and there.\nZadreck spotted a bar wench in the crowd and motioned over to her, but one his companions beat him to it.\n\nAs the woman approached, the warrior couldn't help overhearing on some conversations, but, as he expected, there was little more to be heard than the usual, trivial gossip. His ears caught the words 'wars in the east' somewhere, but it was nearly impossible to find out who had spoken of such troubles, much less keep track of the conversation itself, what with all the ambient noise."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti, pleased that his suggestion had been accepted, took in the revelries of the bustling tavern with great confidence, though he half wondered why there weren't any dryads, but of course there weren't any trees either. Big folk were strange after all. He sat down with his companions at Zadreck's behest, and begins twirling a few silver pieces about his fingers, hoping to attract the attention of a server, or someone else who might be well-informed about the premises. He begins talking to his companions casually, but keeps his ears sharply attuned to any relevant conversation he might overhear in the background.\n\n So what do you fellows think of the place, eh? It's pretty easy to get lost and feel small or insignificant, I suppose. Still I warrant that could be a good thing if you wound up in some kind of trouble. I haven't quite decided yet, but I think I prefer the comforts of an open road. \n \n Spoiler \nRolled a 19 on listen check, +5 makes 24. Specifically listening for words in the background like \"money,\" \"caves,\" and other words relating to adventuring.\n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "You finally manage to flag down a serving wench, and a hearty meal of stew, bread, and ale has somehow been delivered safely before you. You eat and enjoy the simple fare, a welcome change from stale rations, and table scraps. It would seem that the proprietor of the Wasted Waif does not discriminate when the coin is good.\n\nAfter a time, you finish your meal, and notice that the crowd has thinned out. It strikes you as a little odd, as the lunch bells should be ringing any time now. Where previously it seemed that every departing patron was replaced with two eager fellows, now the tavern populations seems to only dwindle. The side tables are mostly clear, and while there are still a respectalbe number of individuals in the main room, the comparative silence is a bit eerie."
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nNevar looks around thoughtfully. He's lived his whole life in taverns and something about the dynamic of what's going on doesn't feel right.\n\n Okay... so what's all this then? \n \n Spoiler \n I'd like a spot check, and if you feel it's appropriate, maybe add a circumstance bonus for my long tenancy in taverns. I'll let you roll it since I don't know what if any bonus you might assign. Basically, I'm trying to see if I can spot anything which might explain why the tavern is emptying out, and why those who remain do so. Are they gathering in one area... watching the stairs or the door for someone to come in... keeping their eye on the windows as if waiting for a set time... etc. etc.\n "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n \"Maybe there's some sort of event going on outside,\" Zadreck shrugs. \"I think it's about time we move on anyway, and get to explore the rest of the city a bit.\" "
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nImmediately seizing upon Zadreck's notion, Eranti scrambles out of his chair and assaults the attention of the nearest passerby. Is something going on in the city today? He hardly waits for a response before sauntering out the door to have a look around, thanking the barkeep on his way out. As an afterthought, he remembers to summon his companions before venturing too far."
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "As soon as the party steps outside they can't help but notice the alarming number of rather sharp looking blades glinting in the early afternoon sun. There are a dozen well-equipt guards who stand in tight formation to either side of the tavern door. Their arms and armor glint in the sun, and they look very ready to deal with any troublemakers. A burly and severe looking man, obviously some manner of watch captain, stands opposite the tavern door. He is just letting some other patron pass as you leave the door.\n\nThe guards to either side close their formation around you a bit, and allow just enough space for the watch captain to approach you. The captain looks you over for a moment, and withdraws a scroll from his belt pouch. He unfurls it in a deliberate manner, and reads, \"By order of his excellency the Duke, by extension of the honorable Constable Dongel, you are to be apprehended and executed for crimes against the state.\" He stares you down, as if daring you to resist."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti frowns thoughtfully at this turn of events and mutters aside to Canran, who happens to be nearest, and the same height, I guess they really don't like tourists around here. He offers no resistance, presuming that there had been some mistake which would surely be cleared up...surely? He hadn't even stolen anything yet!"
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": "Nevar steps forward slowly, bowing his head.\n\n If I may ask, Captain, what crimes we've been accused of? I have been with my companions since our arrival in your fair city and I'm not aware of any activity we've engaged in that might be called illegal, and particularly nothing that should require the death penalty. \n\nHe rises from his bow and looks the captain in the eye. His own eyebrow is cocked in polite interest, and he projects no hostility and makes no sudden movements."
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "The captain shouts his reply while swiftly drawing his sword, \"Silence criminal!\". Nevar is dealt a vicious blow to the head with the pommel of aformentioned sword and is tossed to the ground. He manages to stumble back to his feet with his vision swimming, just in time to have a hood placed over his head. The rest of the party suffer a similar fate, depending upon their level of resistance. After the entire group has been hooded, then you are all tied together at the wrists. A shrill whistle and a vicious jerk start your march to the gallows.\n\nThe party is lead through what seem to be crowded streets, into the heart of town presumably. At one point it feels as if you are crossing water, and there were definately a few gates alone the way. You arriving at a large interior place, and after a few shouted commands, continue within. The halls echo with the sounds of marching feet, and sharpening blades. Finally, the hoods are removed, and the ropes cut. You are inside a large stone building, presumably a keep or dungeon. Before you are two well armed guards standing at attention on either side of a wooden door. The troup that lead you in depart, and the door is opened. Pikes usher you inward.\n\nThe room manages to be both richly appointed and spartan at the same time. There are few furnishings in the spacious room, but all are obviously finely crafted of the best materials. The center of the room is dominated by a large and cluttered desk. Off to either corner are a makeshift cot, and a small table with the remains of a meal. Behind the desk and off to the left are two bookshelves. Lining the walls are sconces which radiate a soft glow, illuminating the windowless room to a perfect reading level.\n\nAt the desk sits a middle-aged man, who is busily shuffling through papers and scrolls. He is possessed of fine noble features, which age and desk life have done a bit to wear away. Overall he is of average height and build, and nothing seems remarkable about him. After a moment he waves and the guards leave the room. He pushes a parchment forward without looking up, and says, \"Name and occupation here\"."
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n\nAt the tavern, Canran folds his tall hat down to normal size and places it on the seat besides him. The counters are awkwardly above his shoulder level, but the little goblin makes do. \"You could've just let me cook...\" he mutters as eats the inn's hearty food.\n\nCanran's eyes flash with fear at the sight of sharpened steel, but as he has nowhere to run, the little greenskin quickly hides the emotion with a look of wide-eyed innocence. He opens his mouth to speak, but thinks better of it after Nevar's rough treatment. Following along without resistance, his eyes neverthless watch for an opportunity to escape.\n\nCanran steps up to the clerkish man, feeling much more relaxed now that the violent guards are gone. \"I'm Canran,\" he offers, scribing the name in a neat cursive, his yellow eyes wide and innocent once more, \"but I only just got here, so I don't really have an occupation. Sometimes I spread the goodwill of my benevolent Goddess, and I can sort of cook.\" He frowns thoughfully. \"I'll put 'sort of cook' for my occupation. That seems about right.\" \n\nPassing the sign-in sheet to the next beleaguered adventurer, Canran glances over the scrolls on the desk and addresses the clerk directly. \"Do you read all this stuff yourself? Wow! That sounds like quite a job.\" "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": "Nevar stands shakily, and stares at the man. The hostility he witheld before is now evident in his eyes.\n\n But you know my name... don't you? Am I not a criminal? A felon arrested and beaten by the Duke's guards? If you want something from me, you will be the one forthcoming with information at this point! "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " \"Calm yourself, my friend,\" Zadreck says as he places a hand on Nevar's shoulder. \"This man is not to blame for the unfair treatment we've been given by the guards. \"\n\nAlthough he felt the need to remain calm in this situation, and not make matters worse, on the inside Zadreck was filled with both confusion and regret. Certainly if there was a specific, local law they had to be aware of, their peers would have let them know before they even began their journey, right? Yet there they were, treated as criminals.\nStill, it felt like something was really off about this, and as the goblin wrote down his name on the parchment, Zadreck searched his mind, wondering if he had ever heard of this Duke before, and if so, what...\n\n \"Still,\" the warrior said while turning to the clerk, \"My companion is right. We are entitled to an explanation. We've been in this town for scarcely an hour and have only enjoyed a fine meal. On my honor, we haven't broken the law, unless there is some obscure local law we, as newcomers to this town, weren't aware of. \n I do wonder though, if you think us criminals, why do you insist on being left alone with us? Were we of evil intent, we might decide to harm you, or use you as a hostage. I do not believe this great city, of which I have heard nothing but good, picks up random people in the streets for no reason, only to convict them of undefined crimes. In fact, I think that something else is going on here, and I'd like to know what. \n As for my name and occupation, I am Zadreck Ysaron. Perchance you may have heard of my father, Gerlynn Ysaron? He benefits of a fairly good reputation, and while I haven't yet earned one of my own, I'd be grateful if you kept it in mind. I think I speak for the rest of us when I say that we are currently unoccuppied. Merely travelers passing through, looking for fair and honest work.\" \n \n Spoiler \nI'd like to make the following checks:\n- Sense motive: We've been treated awfully weird, and the clerk did send away the guards while in the presence of four criminals sentenced to death. Either he's very bold, or something doesn't make much sense.\n- Knowledge(nobility): Who is the Duke? What kind of man is he, and how is his reputation? Same rationale for:\n* Constable Dongel\n* The clerk: you described him as 'possessing noble features'\n(of course, neither of the last two might even be nobles in the first place)\n- Diplomacy: Assuming that they really do think we're criminals, maybe my words will make them reconsider, and wonder if maybe a mistake has been made. Feel free to give penalties on this, as he's probably used to 'criminals' claiming they're 'innocent'.\n\nAlebeard, I'll leave it up to you to roll these, after you've decided which you feel are appropriate, given the circumstances.\n "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nNevar chuckles, looking at his friend.\n\n Don't you understand... I was being sarcastic. This man has no idea who we are, he sits here asking our names and professions. Obviously the criminal charges were merely an excuse to get us here. \n\nHe looks at the noble-featured man, rubbing the lump on his forehead.\n\n I'd guess he needs something done. Something that he couldn't trust to anyone local, or anyone he knows. So, he has the guards gathering strangers that fit some profile... perhaps young adventuring types? And now he expects us to roll over and do the task he wants done. But Zadreck and I are both right... we deserve an explanation, NOW! "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "Still keeping his head thoroughly buried in his stacks of paper, the man speaks, \"You have a choice\". He produces a set of four parchments and four large clinking bags, and continues to speak, \"You take these bags, which contain 250 gp each, and follow my instructions implicitly or,\" he finally gazes up at the party, his eyes glinting with authority, \"you may face the charges of treason\".\n\nWhile the party is still deciding what to do, the man returns to his work and seems to drift into another world. After a moment he returns to his senses, and speaks again, \"In the courtyard of the keep you will find a smith, alchemist, and general stores. I have given them instructions to sell to you whatever gear you may need, but keep in mind that haggling will be frowned upon. Also, do not tarry long,\" he produces a large oilskin packet, \"these are your orders, do not under any circumstances open them within the city\"."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n \"Either carry out your orders or be falsely sentenced for treason? I strongly disapprove of the methods you use to enforce cooperation, but I'll play along for now, if only because of Duke Leon's outstanding reputation.\n\nAs you don't seem intent on giving us a full explanation within these walls, I'll hold on to my judgement until I read these documents. Before then, don't expect us to make any promises about whether or not we'll carry out your instructions.\" \n Maybe he has a mission he can't trust one of his servants or guards with... \n\nZadreck takes the oilskin packet and pockets it. After some hesitation he takes one of the gold bags as well, though he hopes accepting the money doesn't count as an unwritten agreement to carry out unspecified tasks.\n\nReflecting on the old man's words, the paladin glanced over at his companions, trying to gauge their reactions.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf permitted, I'd like to cast detect evil, just in case.\n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "\"You will keep a civil tongue in your head, my reasons are my own, and you will soon see that they are just. You have also neglected to sign this waiver\", he gestures to the parchment placed beside the bag of coin."
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nNevar nods, rubbing his head.\n\n Your reputation is secure, your grace. I will trust that it is your generosity, and your honesty about what is just , that keeps most people silent about your methods. However, you might want to consider one thing... If you truly want people to do your dirty work for you, it doesn't pay to treat them like dirt .\n\nHe leans over. Writes out his name: Nevar , and his profession, Wizard ; then he signs the document and takes his bag of gold."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti looks visibly relieved when the bag is removed from over his head, but he then peers disconsolately at the bump on Nevar's head (or what he can see of it from his height). He idly scribbles the name \"Fence\" on the paper, then puzzles over occupation. In the end he decides on \"entrepreneur,\" and proceeds to check the corner table for anything edible while the others talk. Finally discarding this ploy, he snatches up one of the bags of coins, nods at the old man at the desk, and goes to hover near the door out to the courtyard. I wonder what the castle town has to sell? "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nWordlessly, Zadreck writes down his name on the paper, and lists 'paladin' as his occupation.\n\nThe warrior hadn't sensed any malevolent presence in the man, which assured him somewhat, but evil was always moving, ever changing. Zadreck had been taught that it could strike anyone if they let their guard - or rather, their spirits - down. And although such cases were rare, it was not impossible for someone to cause great harm without necessarily following the path of evil. The line of morality is a thin one indeed, and the greater the power one possesses, the easier that line is crossed.\n\nStill, it became more and more likely that even though they didn't have a choice in this matter, neither might their employer. It was almost as if he was keeping up a certain charade. But if that was the case, who was he afraid of?\n\n\nLetting himself out after Fence wrote down his name and occupation, Zadreck moves downstairs, to the courtyard."
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "The man addresses Nevar, \"I assume you are refering to the unsightly swelling upon your head. I do not recall personally striking you, though I doubt it was underserved. You seem to forget your place quite a bit, this can only mean trouble for you. As far as 'treating you like dirt', he spits the words back at you with contempt, \"I have just handed you a large sum of money, the value of which is greater than what many may comprehend. Keep this in mind when questioning my generosity\".\n\nooc: PM me a list of purchases, and I will approve them. Think back to your wishlist, was it realistic? The armory has a limited selection, but at the general stores and alchemist you will find any item from the PHB."
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nNevar bows deeply.\n\n Certainly, your grace. You are right to point out that I am the one who's behavior has been improper. I apologize. \n\nHe rises from his bow and turns to depart."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti scrambles about from shop to shop, looking through various items, shaking them about to determine their value. With a look of disappointment, he abandons a particularly shiny brass instrument, figuring he'd be better off finding something to protect him on their new quest. Sauntering to the smithy, he orders some weapons sized for him, but as they had none, he merely picked up a normal sized crossbow and a rapier (amusingly oversized - he needs two hands to wield it), though the smith very graciously refitted a beautiful set of studded leather armor for him. Feeling somewhat heavier after he dons it, Eranti searches for his companions, hoping to ease his load a bit, he spots Nevar hauling a mule behind him. He tugs on Nevar's shirt, holding a coil of silk rope, and says Do you think your mule would mind holding a bit extra weight? "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe tall, gangly wizard chuckles.\n\n I doubt he'd even feel it. \n\nHe takes the rope and ties it onto the pack saddle."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nZadreck raises an eyebrow as he reunites with his companions in the courtyard. Apparently, the wizard had had the same idea as him and bought a pack mule. And seeing how he was busy with a silk rope, it seemed that Zadreck hadn't been the only one to think of bringing along some classic adventuring items.\n\nThe warrior himself is wearing breastplate, still shiny and without any scratches or marks. Depending on what their mysterious task exactly was, that could change quickly.\nYou can still see his trusty greatsword strapped on his back, but along the side of his right leg now dangles a fine shortspear. It appears that the saddlebags of his donkey are filled with numerous items too.\n\n \"Looks like we'll have to wait for Canran...\" "
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti looks around for the cleric worriedly. I hadn't thought of it, but perhaps we should not have left him by himself? Big folk tend not to favor goblins much, and might take exception to his presence.... Eranti wanders around the courtyard looking for Canran."
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n\nIrritated by the clerk's seeming indifference to his speech, Canran idles behind the rest of the party, intent on getting the last word. After the larger folk (and 'Fence') depart, however, Canran feels unsettled, as if something hazardous watches him. Perhaps pestering htis clerk is a poor idea.\n\nCanran makes his way to the courtyard slowly, trying to detect anyone that might be following him. Eventually the little goblin reaches his destination a little out of breath. \"Sorry I'm late!\" he apologizes, trying not to pant. \"You all look ready, I'll be done in just a... quickly.\" Canran makes a beeline for the armory, seeking a petite suit of unstylish but functional leather. Once his order is placed, he steps into the alchemist's shop and begins a violent spending spree.\n\n \"I'll take... this one, and this one,\" he begins, gesturing to a tanglefoot bag and a thunderstone respectively, \"a fiery-bottle, one with acid... and one of those skinny sticks.\" He pauses, frowning. \"Better make it two sticks. Sometimes I break one. One of those pouches would be good, too.\" Eyeing his new array of alchemicals as he purchases them, Canran adds thoughtfully, \"Maybe I should get a belt.\" \n\nArmored, belted, and laden with various expensive little toys, Canran departs the shops and looks cheerfully up at his waiting companions. \"Sorry about that. I'm ready to go now! Let's get out of the boundary of the city so we can know what we're doing.\" "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nRealizing that Fence's concern might not be unfounded, Zadreck begins to look around for the goblin as well. He decides to head to the armory, as that was the last place where he had seen the cleric. Fortunately it didn't have to come to that, as the rest of the party spots the well-stocked goblin leaving the alchemist's. About as fast as Canran had darted off to the shops, he returns, and soon the four of them are reunited once more.\n\nZadreck takes a good look at his companions, and concludes that they are all set. He puts a few more items in his mule's saddlebag, and then heads to the keep's gate."
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nDrawing his mule up behind him, Nevar follows Zadreck out of the city."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti is delighted to see Canran return with so many interesting looking things on his person, some of which he recognizes. As they leave, he has very mixed feelings. He liked the city, up until the arresting/bag over the head part, and wanted to see a good deal more of it yet before they had to suddenly leave, but he was also insatiably curious about the contents of their mission. Once the group gets out of the city proper, he can't help but waggle from side to side in anticipation. What's the message say? I want to see what the message says! "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n \"Very well. Let's see what this is all about.\" \n\nZadreck produces the oilskin packet that was given to them in the city and begins to unwrap it, while Canran, Fence and Never gather round..."
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard steps forward to look at the message."
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "As you unwrap the oilskin packet, you get a strange feeling of power from the seemingly ordinary parchment within. Nevertheless, you proceed with reading.\n\n Three days march along the norwestern road lies the ruins of an ancient fortress. This fortress was under reconstruction by elements of the Duke's forces. There have not been reports from this reconstruction effort in the last two weeks. You are to investigate and return with favorable new, and you have one week to do so. Upon your successful return you shall be richly rewarded. Failure will result in your execution. \n\nAfter the last line has been scanned by the eyes of the party, the script begins to glow with a bright heatless flame.\n\nOOC: Everybody roll a reflex save, and was is Freshmeat_ who opened the package?"
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nRolled a 9, +7 is 16\n "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard steps back from the parchment, looking away and raising an arm to shield his eyes.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+1)[ 17 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nZadreck didn't have time to contemplate what he had just read. Apparently some sort of magic was stored within, and now that the letter had been read, it discharged. Instinctively, he reacted...\n\n \n Spoiler \n Reflex Save - (1d20+1)[ 20 ] \n\nAlso - yes, it was Zadreck who opened the package.\n "
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n\nCanran stands on his tip-toes and peers at the paper. As it begins to heat up, however, he recoils instinctively at the bright parchment.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Reflex - (1d20+3)[ 17 ] .\n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "OOC: BWAHAHA, artificial suspense.\n\nThe parchment continues to glow for a moment, and begins to burn brightly enough to dazzle the eyes. Unfortunately it also becomes hot enough to burn flesh as well, but through quick thinking Zadreck is able to toss it aside. The rest of the party also manage to avoid the small flash of searing flame which erupts from the ground where the parchment landed. Once your eyes have recovered, you see only a small scorched patch of earth where the orders had fallen. Obviously, they were for your eyes only.\n\nYou stand on the path from the city, the guards having lead you to a sortie gate hidden in the side of the main keep. The road is well maintained, but does not seem to be overly traveled. The southern road held the majority of mercantile traffic. Nevertheless, this road stretches invitingly before the group. It rolls off into the distance through pleasant farmland, and disapears into the distant woodland."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n Three days there, three days back...that gives us only one day to investigate the fortress...unless... he says quietly, It might be in our better interests to leave and swiftly? I think I'd rather go along with it though...rich rewards were, in fact, mentioned. Either way, we'd better hurry. \n\nEranti starts walking along the path, then realizes he should wait for the others to make up their minds, and comes back."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nThe paladin breathes a sigh of relief as he watches the flames consume the parchment.\n That was close. \n \"I hope the two of you are fast readers,\" Zadreck says to Canran and Nevar with a grin. Fence had already voiced his opinion, and the warrior was inclined to agree with him.\n \"Well, the task seems simple enough. Since the alternative is somewhat... less appealing... I'd be fine with going along with it. I do wonder why the Duke needs to strong-arm us into doing what appears to be a minor errand, though.\" \n\nZadreck gazes back at the the keep with a frown on his face.\n \"There's clearly more going on here than we're allowed to know.\" "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n Indeed. Why would he send us in secret this way. What behind-the-scenes political maneuvering makes it impossible for him to send any more of his own men. And apparently we must return with favorable news, or it will go poorly for us... I wonder... without favorable news is his own reign in jeapordy? "
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n\nThough unharmed, Canran appears stunned and dismayed by the apparent... hostility of the letter and its subsequent destruction. Zadreck's comment returns the cheerful grin to the little goblin's face. \"Of course we're fast readers. You never know when a parchment's going to up and catch fire on you.\" Canran frowns to himself. \"That happened once. Now they only let wizards into the library after-hours.\" \n\nThe little greenskin listens quietly to the wise suggestions of his allies, and makes a composite decision of his own. \"How about we investigate and hopefully get rich rewards... but if the news is unfavorable, we don't come back?\" "
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti throws his arm around the goblin's shoulder in agreement. Yes indeed, that would give us three whole days to get far, far away from the city.... Everyone having decided, he starts to take off down the path in earnest, humming a catchy tune.\n\n \n Spoiler \nEranti has a bad spot check, so suggested marching order would be Zadreck, Eranti, Nevar, Canran, with the mules trailing on either side.\n "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard nods.\n\n Indeed, we all set out for adventure, didn't we, well here it is. We walk to our destination, look around, gather what we can from it, and if we have good news, we consider whether it's worth going back to that duke with it or whether we're better off heading off toward the rest of our lives. \n\nHe shakes his head.\n\n I can't say I'm too impressed with my first exposure to... \"nobility.\" My point to him seems quite obvious from our reactions. Had he treated us well, we'd all be anxious to do our best for him and return post haste... "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "For about three hours you pass by a series of small hamlets and farm houses, which are scattered along the rolling countryside. The peasants are not hostile in any way, and do their best to go about their business, without stopping you from going about yours. After a time, the farmland gives way to a lightly forested area. The road is still well maintained, and kept free of underbrush.\n\nYou continue along easily enough, but arrive at a break in the trail. The woods have become a bit thicker here, and it appears that a larger tree has fallen across the path. To the side a fresh trail has been cut, presumably by hunters or woodsmen. At the foot of the fallen tree you see and old man putting out a small cookfire, and packing his belongings. As you approach, he notices you and greets you warmly.\n\nOOC: By the way, I just came back from seeing the Bourne Ultimatum, and I highly reccomend it. Excellent film, and this far from the release, the crowds are minimum."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nZadreck nods in a friendly manner at the old man. Meanwhile, he tries to assess the damage the fallen tree has caused, and how it affects their passage.\nPerhaps, with only a bit of effort, they could climb over or walk past the tree and continue their journey. Since they were short on time, it would probably be unwise to follow trails leading deeper into the woods.\n\nSuddenly, Zadreck is struck by a feeling of suspicion - a blocked road, a forested area that lends itself nicely for a highway robbery...\nMaybe it was the Duke's treatment that had put him on edge, but the paladin catches himself scanning the woods for any signs of unusual movement...\n\n\nShaking his head and banning these dark thoughts from his head, Zadreck approaches the old man with outstretched hand.\n\n \n Spoiler \n[roll=Spot]1d20+1[/roll] (hrm... see OOC thread I guess)\n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "The old man smiles and pumps Zadreck's hand, \"Looks like we've got a bit of a rough patch in the trail. This path should go around it. I tell you, there was one hell of a storm couple of nights back, must have knocked trees down all over\"."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n \"Apparently.\" the paladin replies matter-of-factly, his eyes fixed on the tree blocking the path.\n\n \"So, this trail leads onward? Very well then,\" Zadreck glances over at his companions before adressing the old man again.\n \"I'd love to stay and chat, but we're in a bit of a hurry. Thanks for the directions. Enjoy your meal.\" \n\nZadreck turns to the trail and begins to follow it."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nOnce down the road a short ways, Eranti whispers to the paladin Do you think we can trust him? It may be a trap for passers by...you'd best \"check\" him, I think, if you haven't already. Eranti moves about fussily, listening carefully to his surroundings. Besides, I get lost easily. \n \n Spoiler \nlisten check: rolled 6 + 5 = 11\n "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nNevar nods to the man, and as they go down the path the stranger indicated, he watches carefully where the main trail is. If this new path winds excessively and/or, loses sight of the main trail, and/or doesn't rejoin the main trail within two minutes, he will call for a halt, and a direct return to the main trail.\n\n(read the spoiler if any of the above occurs)\n\n \n Spoiler \n This is ridiculous. We have diverted this far from the main trail for ONE fallen tree? We are being led into an ambush, and that man is the lookout for the brigands who set it. \n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "The trail appears to be heading north, not quite directly toward the fort, but not away from it either.\n\nOOC: Just a note about throwing around Detect Evil. It detects the presence (or absence) of evil auras, not idealogical alignment. The only way a human or demi-human would set off Detect Evil, is if they were the vessel of an evil power, i.e. a cleric."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti calms down a bit, buoyed by the delightful sound of chirping birds around him. Oh well, if there's a trap we're to spring, we'd best be about it quickly, it won't due to keep in suspense like this, he confides to the mule at his left, patting it on the side."
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard pauses, raising a brow.\n\n Is this the concesus? Continue forward and if there's a trap or ambush, run into it? "
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n\nThough he walks along cheerfully, Canran keeps his head down in the countryside. His tall and flashy hat lays crumpled in his pack, replaced by a long brown cloak seemingly spun of hemp fibers with a hood that covers his head. The little goblin seems disinclined to show his green skin to the random passersby.\n\nMildly suspicious of the old man, Canran will try to judge his character an honesty. Despite some misgivings compounded by Eranti's concerns, the little greenskin replies brightly to the even shorter halfling's fatalistic cheer. \"That's the spirit! We can't leave those silly horses behind anyway.\" Canran looks up to Nevar very seriously. \"And they're not very good at climbing trees. Even sideways trees.\" \n \n Spoiler \n Sense Motive - (1d20+3)[ 23 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n \"The old man seemed trustworthy enough, if you ask me,\" Zadreck says, tugging his mule along on the forest trail.\n \"I'd prefer it we continue, rather than dwell on this...paranoia.\" "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard shrugs.\n\n Perhaps I am being a little paranoid... but, recent events haven't exactly helped me in that area. \n\nRegardless of this, he follows along the trail, looking around suspiciously."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti reaches up to pat Nevar on the back. It's okay, a little paranoia may make us late, but none at all will almost surely make us dead. If we go north, we go north. We'll turn left first chance we get, eh? Eranti reaches into his pack and starts nibbling on one of his rations as they travel."
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "The fresh path winds in and out among the taller trees, but sticks to a fairly northerly path. Someone has taken the time to cut back the undergrowth, as well as mark the trail with wood blazes. After a time, you come upon a bend that seems to lead in a more northwesternly direction."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n \"Ah, excellent.\" the paladin says cheerfully. \"Now we're definitely on the right track.\" \n\nZadreck looks back at his companions to see if they share his delight."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti begins singing in response, actually, perhaps croaking is a better description. Either way, you are incredibly glad he only knows one verse, kind of. (in G#, but modulates down by 5th's each line):\n\n A wastrel's home is on his brow,\nA something something day.\nWhen copper's spent, he takes his bow\nAnd saunters off his way. \n\nI don't remember the rest, but there's a camel in it somewhere. Does anyone else think we ought to stop to eat for a bit? \n \n Spoiler \nUntrained perform check:\n (1d20)[ 3 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n \"Yes! Good idea! Let's stop here.\" the paladin says quickly, hoping that the goblin will stop his awful performance once he starts eating.\n\nThe paladin ties his mule to a nearby tree and takes several rations out of the saddlebags."
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard ties his mule off as well and gets out some rations.\n\n Did everyone bring enough for the journey? I'm assuming we all did, but sometimes that can get people into trouble? \n\nHe fills the mules feedbag and takes care of the animal.\n\n How much longer will we be going on, til nightfall? "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "OOC: It is about midsummer at this point, Agri Zone about 6-7 for a climate range. Time is roughly 4PM."
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran , The Party's Goblin\n\nCanran smiles cheerily back at Zadreck, though it takes him a moment to realize why they're on the right track. \"Oh! The trail's right again. Good.\" \n\nInured to dubious vocal talent by his years among his fellow goblins, the little greenskin doesn't seem to mind the smaller halfling's musical incompetence. \"I remember a song with a camel,\" he offers helpfully with a thinking frown, \"the camel and a rider were crossing the desert, but the desert was only a desert because there wasn't enough rain.\" Canran snaps his fingers, and his yellow eyes shine in recollection. \"That's right! There was a drought, and the man was looking for anywhere with food and water. He made it all the way back to civilization, and everyone was glad to see him, and then he was sacrificed to appease the gods and bring back the rain.\" \n\nRubbing his finger on his low lip, Canran recalls the end of the tale. \"The rain... did come back, and everyone cheered the camel as a hero. Then it got sacrificed to make sure the drought stayed gone, just in case.\" Canran shrugs helplessly. \"I forgot most of the words, though. It might've been a nursery rhyme. But it wasn't in common anyway, so it's probably not the same one you were singing.\" He looks up at his taller colleagues faces, hoping for approving looks, and claps his little hands. \"Anyway! We're eating late-lunch now?\" "
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n Or early supper, what have you. Eranti sets himself down upon a nearby rock and begins munching in earnest upon his trail rations. I haven't brought enough food to get back to the city, so I hope the fort is up and running. Is there anything around you can cook, Canran? He ponders to himself a moment. You know, I've never heard that song, but it reminds me of an old song of my people about riding through a desert on a nameless pony. That one I know the words to, but you can't sing and eat at the same time. He shrugs and continues munching."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n \"That reminds me...\", Zadreck says as he sets himself down next to a tree. \"I didn't know you could cook, Canran. You do realize that, by law, you'll have to show us, right?\" he adds with a grin.\n\n \"I don't know how much longer till the next town. I'm not exactly familiar with this road.\" he says, turning to Nevar. \"We'll just have to see how far we get. If we don't encounter anything before nightfall, we might have to spend the night camping in a forest or something.\" \n\nZadreck takes one of the trail rations in his hand, and then smiles.\n \"You know, while I've got to admit that I expected our first quest to be a little more... epic, it's good to be traveling with you three.\" "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard smiles.\n\n While I was working in my father's inn, I listened to a lot of adventurers and retired adventurers telling stories. Most of them talked up the exciting parts... the \"epic\" bits, but when they got quiet over their beers most would admit that most adventures were 99 percent boredom and 1 percent screaming terror. Strangely, this didn't turn me off adventuring. But I did resolve that if I was going to adventure, it would be with people I liked spending time with... because that is what most of it is... moments like these. "
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n\nCanran nods gravely to Zadreck's demand. \"Okay. I'll make the dinner.\" His false severity breaks into a lighthearted shrug. \"I'm not the best cook in anywhere. So we'll probably have stew.\" \n\nMunching on some sort of dried meat, the goblin nods sagely at the talk of epic quests and stories. \"Well, if we can switch one percent screaming terror for one percent intense-but-not-too-dangerous action, and then ninety-nine percent boredom for ninety-nice percent amiable travelling and chatter, this should go pretty well. Canran frowns slightly, and looks down at his sandaled feet a little self-consciously, \"I'm not very good at the screaming terror part, unless it's screaming terror that runs slower than me or can't find me in the shadows.\" Canran admits. He looks up a Zadreck's well-armored form. \"If you could stand between me and any terrors, I'd like that a lot. I have a spear, but it's not very good. It's not a divine harbinger of Diana's wrath like the bow.\" "
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n I love stew! Don't worry about the screaming terror, it will have trouble finding us because we're small. He elbows Canran's ribs affectionately. When the stew arrives, he takes a portion with relish, and finishes the bowlful almost before he starts eating it. Naught to do but keep traveling, I suppose...a few hours left before dark at any rate. With that, Eranti dismounts from his rock, slings his backpack on and takes his place again in their makeshift caravan."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n \"Don't worry, little friend. I'll make sure you stay in one piece,\" Zadreck says to Canran. He waits for a moment, as if thinking, and then adds with a misschievous grin \"Who else would do the cooking for us?\" \nThe paladin stands up and turns to Fence.\n \"I suppose you're right. It'll be dark before we know it.\" \nHe looks to see if the rest are done with their meals, and then walks over to his mule."
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard finishes his food and begins cleaning up.\n\n With the time limit on us, I think it best we get in every hour of travel we can. "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "OOC: So, moving onward? Marching order, and disposition if you please."
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "The party casually rounds the bend that heads to the NW. Zadreck and Canran lead, chatting idly as the others follow. The day is pleasant, and nothing seems amiss. Perhaps this whole mess has just been a misunderstanding. Mayhap upon reaching the fort you will find simply that their messenger broke his toe, or some similar mishap. You will ride back with this happy news and earn your reward. Dongel will stop treating you as criminals and give you the respect that you deserve. A parade might even be in order, or not.\n\nZadreck's mule snags its foot on something, as he bends to attend his animal, there is a peculiar noise from above. It sounds like ropes unfurling, pulleys spinning, and a large weight falling to earth. You look up to see a fantastically oversized net falling down upon you.\n\nOOC: Reflex for Zadreck and Canran. Initiative for everyone. These mules are going to make this ugly is all I have to say. In any event, I will try to post a rough sketch of the layout later today, and we can run it from there."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nAs the paladin sees the net coming down, he frantically tries to get away as soon as possible...\n\n \n Spoiler \n Initiative - (1d20+1)[ 6 ] \n Reflex save - (1d20+1)[ 14 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "Zadreck manages to jump aside at the last moment, the mighty paladin crashing to the dirt a few feet down the trail. His hapless mule however, becomes entagled in the mesh of knotted hemp and leaden weights."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti eyes the falling net curiously and looks around for foes and potential hiding places.\n\n \n Spoiler \n initiative - (1d20+4)[ 12 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": "Nevar\n\nThe wizard looks up to see the net descending.\n\n Yeah... I'm just paranoid \n \n Spoiler \nwe'll see if his thinking slows his intitative: (1d20)[ 16 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n\nDeftly evading the falling net, Canran scurries back behind Zadreck and draws his bow, looking up into the trees for the nasty folk what would drop a net on some peaceful travellers' heads.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Reflex Save - (1d20+3)[ 23 ] \n Initiative 1d20+3=18. \n Spot 1d20+3=15. \n "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard stands ready, eyes darting about the clearing to see if he can see any sign of the attackers.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot Check: (1d20)[ 8 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": " OOC: Ok, this is bad. I seem to have misplaced the adventure at a critical point. It really can't have gone far, as little blue folders don't generally possess ambulatory capacity, afterall. It is somewhere in the house, on a shelf that I thought was a good resting place at the time. I could try to play it by ear in the meantime and see what happens, but I would rather not. Of course I am going to be out of town tomorrow through either Saturday or Sunday, so looking for the book will be a very low priority. What say you to this? "
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": "OOC: I can wait, have plenty of stuff to keep me occupied in the meantime, like work and classes. You know."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": "OOC: If the DM thinks waiting is the best idea, than I defer to his judgement. I don't really have a problem with waiting anyway. Quality over quantity, any day of the week.\nI could make a seriously cheap pun here, but I will proudly resist all attempts at weak humor."
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": "OOC: Take your time. :)"
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "OOC: Found it, in a stupid place, just like I said. I really have no idea how it got there, or why. Anyway, back to the death and destruction.\n\nIC: Before you is a roughly square clearing about 30 yards to a side. In the middle is a small camp fire and two unoccupied bedrolls. Standing next to this fire is a large angry man who is currently drawing a bow. Farther back in the corner of the clearing is another angry man with a bow who stands next to a tarp. You can see that the tarp is covering something, but not what that something is.\n\nThe party members were able to dodge the net, but mules are not quite as quick on there feet. Next to Zadreck and Canran is a roiling mass of rope and hooves.\n\nCanran is able to act the fastest, having quickly recovered from avoiding the net. However, Zadreck seems to have been a bit dazed by the near miss.\n\nOOC: Initiative is as follows :Canran, Nevar, Eranti, Bandits, Zadreck"
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n\nThough he would prefer to run, Canran stands his ground and knocks an arrow, agily aiming his goblin-sized longbow at the bow-drawing bandit. \"Drop it!\" he warns the man in a loud, high voice. \"You can be friends with me, or with my arrow. Put down the bow!\" \n \n Spoiler \nReadying an attack against the man drawing his bow, to be released if he knocks an arrow to fire. Attack - (1d20+5)[ 10 ] , Damage - (1d6-1)[ 1 ] . Considering how badly those rolls came out, Canran would much rather not have to fire.\n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "Canran's arrow strikes true...to a tree at the other end of the clearing. The man does not seem very much impressed. In fact, he doesn't even notice, taking aim at the larger members of the party as he nocks his own shaft."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti sizes up their opponents, and bravely draws his rapier...or attempts to. He forgets about the last half foot of the blade still in the scabbard, which gets stuck, and he promptly finds himself holding the air in front of him very menacingly. He looks at the air angrily and tries again with more success after a few errant tugs. While frantically releasing his weapon, he heads purposefully toward cover (hopefully to end up behind cover), be it trees or bushes or something, within 20 ft or so of one of the bandits."
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard steps back behind the mule and speaks in a loud clear voice enunciating strange and arcane syllables which are obviously requiring a great deal of concentration to focus, especially as he seems to be trying to work from cover. He finishes, but nothing seems to happen.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSo much for scorching ray... it would have been impressive if it had worked.\n "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nThe paladin draws his greatsword as soon as he sees the large man raising his bow. There was no mistake of the bandits' intent, and no time to resolve this situation peacefully, what with weapons being drawn and arrows flying in every direction.\n\nZadreck breaks off into a run, using the momentum to his advantage to raise his blade up high, his eyes never leaving sight of his assailant.\nWhen he reaches his target, he flicks his wrists, and, in a move that seems almost graceful, brings the sword down with all his strength...\n\n \n Spoiler \nThis only takes place if they fire. If they don't, just post their actions and I'll change this to a more appropriate response.\n\n Charge (-2 AC, +2 AB) \n Attack roll - (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \n Potential damage roll - (2d6+3)[ 9 ] \n\nAC (flatfooted): 15\nAC (normal): 16\nAC (after my turn): 14\nHP: 12\n "
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": "[OOC: Waiting for the conclusion of the combat round to declare Canran's next action.]"
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "OOC: I rule that as the concentration check was not required for this situation, scorching ray is cast successfully.\n\nEranti: One bandit is about 15 yards away in the center of the camp. The other is directly across from the party on the other side of the clearing.\n\nBefore Zadreck can act two shafts fly out in his direction. The bandits have clearly marked as the most dangerous individual, paying little attention to the smaller party members, and less to the wizard.\n\nUnfortunately unlike Canran, these men find their mark, both arrows striking Zadreck with sickening thuds. Blood wells up from his wounds.\n\nOOC: 7 damage.\n\nIC: But, the paladin is not stopped by this attack, he charges in and slices at the closer bandit. The greatsword arcs down, whistling as it travels, and severs the bandits left arm at the shoulder. The man staggers for a moment, but does not fall."
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n\nThough concerned by Zadreck's injuries, the paladin is too far away for the little cleric to heal. Canran continues his projectile assault, clearly demonstrating his skill with the bow as well as the weakness of his arm.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack 1d20+5=21, damage 1d6-1=1 .\n "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n \n Spoiler \nIf the scorching ray goes off it hits the first bandit who was knocking his arrow. Ranged Touch Attack: (1d20)[ 9 ] Damage: (4d6)[ 15 ] \n \n\n\nIt may surprise some of his friends who know that Nevar is only a beginning wizard that after his gestures a scorching ray of intense heat jumps from his fingertips to strike toward the bandit at the center of the clearing."
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "OOC: OK, this changes things. Quick rewarping of the fabric of reality. The second arrow never gets a chance to hit Zadreck (+6 HP), and he runs through a pile of ash and bone, not a bandit. You could run to the other bandit though, no AoO as he does not have a melee weapon out. I say that is what happens.\n\nIC: Canran's second arrow manages to strike home this time. Dealing a superficial wound to the thigh of the farther bandit. The man grunts and readies himself to face Zadreck."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti, though disoriented and somewhat alarmed by the projectiles and fire beyond shot around the battleground, decides to pluck up his courage and forge toward the nearest foe with the intention of introducing him to the business end of his oversized rapier.\n\n \n Spoiler \nEranti will approach the nearest foe and try to flank if possible, then stab.\n\n attack - (1d20+5)[ 16 ] \n damage - (1d6)[ 4 ] \nIf necessary:\n sneak attack - (1d6)[ 4 ] \n tumble - (1d20+8)[ 11 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nThe paladin is slightly taken aback when he suddenly sees an arrow sticking out of his armor. He had never really felt the impact, probably due to the unusual angle in which the arrow had penetrated his breastplate, barely scratching the skin underneath.\n\nSeeing his initial opponent go up in flames, Zadreck continues his run, this time heading for the other bandit...\n\n \n Spoiler \nCharge the second bandit.\n\n(charging: +2 to hit, -2 to AC)\n[bonus not taken into account yet, though it probably won't matter]\n\n Attack roll - (1d20+2)[ 6 ] \n Potential damage roll - (2d6+3)[ 7 ] \n\nAC: 14 (before and after my action)\nHP: 11\n\n (If the bandit surrenders, whether naturally, or because of Nevar's intimidation check, disregard the above action) \n "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nAs his friends surround the other bandit, Nevar raises his arms and calls out.\n\n Surrender, or be turned to ash like your friend! \n \n Spoiler \nI'll leave it to the DM if this merits an intimidation roll and what situational modifiers might exist... say, seeing your friend go up like a roman candle.\n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "OOC: Moving on now.\n\nIC: Eranti moves in for the kill, but his short stride does not allow him to make it across the whole clearing. He still stands some 20 odd feet from their last assailant.\n\nWhen Nevar shouts at the man, he seems to be taken aback a bit. Either that, or the fact that his comrade-in-arms is not in the best of shape. He turns and runs, but not out of the clearing. He dashes underneath the tarp and starts scrambling around for something amongst the obviously stolen loot assembled therein.\n\nCanran knocks another arrow, but his view is obscured by a crate. This arrow sails a bit too low, and thuds dully into the soft wood.\n\nZadreck bounds across the clearing with the intent to bring about the demise of the bandit. His intent notwithstanding, the bandit deftly avoids his clumsy swing."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti attempts to close the remaining distance and deliver a fierce stab, before the bandit can retrieve what he is rummaging for.\n\n \n Spoiler \n attack - (1d20+5)[ 7 ] \n damage - (1d6)[ 1 ] \nif applicable (flank if possible):\n sneak attack - (1d6)[ 2 ] \n tumble - (1d20+7)[ 21 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nThe paladin gives chase, hoping to catch the bandit before he can escape with whatever stolen goods he's trying to take with him.\n\n \n Spoiler \nModifiers:\n- Charge (already taken into account)\n- Flank (not taken into account yet, though if there's an opportunity to do so, Zadreck will take it)\n\n Attack roll - (1d20+5)[ 21 ] \n Potential damage roll - (2d6+3)[ 13 ] \n\nAC (before and after my action): 14\nHP: 11\n "
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n\nShifting for a better shot, Canran knocks another arrow, ready to let fly as soon as the bandit tries to escape. \"The hunt's almost ended...\" he mumbles to himself.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMoves 30' for a better firing position, and to bring himself closer to the last bandit. Readied action to shoot his bow at the bandit once he moves away from Zadreck. (To avoid shooting into melee, and maybe catch the bandit running so he's denied Dex bonus to AC.) Attack - (1d20+5)[ 11 ] , Damage - (1d6-1)[ 1 ] .\n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "OOC: New rule, I NPC idle characters to keep the pace of combat up.\n\nIC: Canran once again is unable to strike the bandit with his oversized bow. His arrow flies wide, and Zadreck thinks he hears a whistling sound.\n\nNevar decides to move in a bit closer and determine what the bandit finds so important that he would drop his bow, but not run out of the clearing.\n\nEranti runs up behind the bandit, leaping over a small crate in the process. However, his deft manouvering causes him to stab wildly at the ground rather than the back of the bandit.\n\nThe bandit pushes aside a sack of flour and reveals a small hollow in the earth. From the hollow he whips out some manner of weapon, but only manages to fumble and drop it to the ground.\n\nZadreck then bounds in and beheads him. The clearing is now silent.\n\nOOC: I can only view Eranti's character sheet, rpgwebprofiler must not be working or some such. Find a way to get me the sheets, or at least the basic combat rundown of AC, BAB, Spells, and Saves."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti recoils slightly from the gory scene in front of them, as his adrenaline stops pumping. Killing folks shouldn't be nearly as messy as this, he decides. Once the initial queasiness passes, he begins searching through the loot piled beside the campsite, and possibly on the bodies of the fallen, unless the paladin stops him.\n\n These men fought bravely. But we fought MORE bravely. Yay us. Eranti pats Canran heartily on the back, in the comradeship of ineffectiveness.\n\n Oh, maybe someone should release those mules. Maybe someone could boost me up there, if it's too high? "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nIt takes a few moments for the large paladin to catch his breath, after the sudden, unexpected exertion. He looks behind him to see if any of his companions had been hit by a stray arrow, but is glad to see no one is wounded. Carefully, he approaches the ensnared mules, with the intention of freeing them and calming them down.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHandle animal check. If they're too stubborn, Zadreck will just leave them alone for a while, spending his time with looting the area, until the mules have calmed down somewhat.\n\nThis really should be in the OOC thread, but anyway, a few words on looting: Zadreck isn't opposed to it. Just letting useful items laying around is simply stupid, and doesn't make you more 'honorable'. As long as certain boundaries aren't crossed (such as blatantly disrespecting the dead by knocking out gold teeth and the like), all is fair game.\n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "A quick search of the bandits reveals that each carried a shortbow and shortsword, as well as a wineskin and 15 silver pieces.\n\nThe tarp covers a random assortment of goods no doubt 'liberated' from passing travelers such as yourselves. Sorting through it all would take some additional effort."
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard makes a quick gesture and mutters an arcane-sounding phrase.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDetect magic on the pile of stuff... can I sort out if anything is giving off magical emanations?\n "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nZadreck inspects the items closely, trying to determine their worth.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAppraise, straight 1d20 per item. No modifiers.\n "
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti searches around carefully for shiny things."
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n\nAlthough eager to hunt around in the grass for glittering trinkets, or maybe a new set of pans, Canran remembers something important he needs to do first. Approaching the paladin, Canran murmurs something to himself and touches the man's wound. As it seals itself, the little goblin smiles. \"Thanks for protecting us!\" \n\nOnce Zadreck is healed, Canran adds his little yellow eyes to the hunt for valuables.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Search - (1d20+2)[ 7 ] , untrained Appraise - (1d20+2)[ 19 ] . Canran cast Cure Minor Wounds , losing Guidance . (I can't access the sheet either, but I'm pretty sure he memorized Create Water, Detect Magic, and Guidance as his cantrips.\n "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n \"No problem, little fellow. Glad to help,\" Zadreck replies, while rubbing slightly over the now-closed wound.\n \"Since there's no point in leaving anything of value here, I suggest we store whatever looks interesting into our saddlebags. We can always sell it later.\" \n\nThe paladin brings one of the bags over to the center of the camp, and starts to sort through the items that had been covered by the tarp. Most of the things he puts aside are random junk, though he does put a nice-looking ham and some bread into the bags.\n \"I'll take this over trail rations any day of the week.\" he says with a wide grin."
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard gestures to a mace that the bandit had been fumbling after.\n\n That is the only item that carries an aura of magic. It might be an enchanted weapon. "
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nWith a gleeful shout, Eranti triumphantly jumps to and fro, holding a bag full of what sounds like coins jingling. He meticulously counts them out and reports, 30 gold pieces, gentlemen. Excellent spoils. He grins and drops the bag next to the other valuables collected."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadeck Ysaron \n \"A magical weapon, you say?\" \nZadreck looks curiously at the mace in Nevar's hands. \"Hm, who would have thought...It does explain why that bandit wanted it so badly though. Maybe you should look it over more thoroughly tomorrow, just to be on the safe side. For all we know it might be cursed or something.\" \n\nThe paladin watches as Eranti counts the gold pieces with unbridled joy, and fails to hide a smile himself. He crouches down to pick up one of the gold pieces, and holds it up to his eye.\n \"Doesn't look like a fake to me. Well, I suppose everyone's okay with, hm...\" Zadreck pauses for a second to think \" 7 gold pieces and 5 silvers then?\" "
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n 7 gold, 8 silver, 7 copper, Eranti says, pointing to the 15 other silver pieces, with two copper left over for group expenses. Eranti refocuses his attention on the magic mace. Now why would someone enchant a pointy stick? I guess priests use them, so maybe a priest enchanted it. He ought to enchant my feet instead, though, I stubbed my toe on a tree root during that fight. "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard chuckles.\n\n At this point, a more detailed examination would take an hour of time, and several components I don't have... including a rather expensive pearl. Still... even if it has the least possible permanant enchantment that could be on it, it's worth a good 1000 in gold. \n\nHe looks the weapon over and stows it in his mule's saddlebag.\n\n Still, I do harbor a hope that someday I might render more accurate assessments of such with greater alacrity and without such cost. "
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n\nFinding nothing of value himself, Canran oo's and ah's appropriately at the others' finds, and grins avariciously at the magical mace. \"Kind of a clumsy weapon,\" the goblin notes critically, to no one in particular, \"but it's prob'ly worth a lot of money.\" \n\nHe frowns. \"We still need to get to the fort in time, though. Let's keep going.\" Canran is eager to depart as soon as the animals are untangled and calm enough to continue."
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "The other end of the clearing has a similar trail to the one you used to enter. This trail quickly leads you onto what you believe to be the original path. It is wide and clear and fades off into the distant north."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nThe paladin nods and begins to stuff everything they decided to take along into the mules' saddlebags, making sure not to put too much load on either of them.\nLooking back at the now-silent clearing, Zadreck frowns for a second, and then heads over to where the two bandit corpses lie. He takes the tarp, covers both ruffians with it, and then rejoins the others in silence."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n Awfully messy way to die, I say. I didn't pick it for them though. Eranti hums to himself as they continue to follow the original path. After some time, he asks, So what god do you worship, Canran? We of the prairie honor the wind and the rain. Devotion to a single being has always intrigued me. "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard looks thoughtful.\n\n I've no objection of course to moving on as quickly as possible... but, do you think the old man was in with the bandits? Would it be wise to leave him back there? "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n \"I don't think he had anything to do with this, and even if he did, there's no way we could prove anything. I say we just move on. We can't afford to waste any time.\" "
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n\n \n Originally Posted by Eranti \n So what god do you worship, Canran? \n \n\nThe goblin's gaze snaps to Eranti, and for a split second the halfling can see his eyes wide with fear. Then the moment ends, and he's Canran once more.\n\n \"Oh! Gods. Right.\" Canran's hand clasp together unconsciously, and his thumbs vie gently for supremacy. \"I'm sort of fond of Diana. She's the goddess of the moon and hunt. They're both good things.\" \n\nCanran nods his agreement with Zadreck, stepping slightly away from Eranti and a discussion of deities. \"He'll probably just sit there for a while, wondering what happened. We won't get in trouble for not being caught, or anything.\" He shrugs. \"Let's go.\" "
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti looks bemusedly at the frightened goblin and ponders his response. I knew a girl named Diana once. She was pretty, but not very smart. My cousin Meltene wanted to marry her, but she told him he wasn't handsome enough. In the end, though, she wound up marrying a handsome stranger who ran off with half her family's good ponies. No one would touch her since then. Seems a silly name for a goddess. What about you, Zadreck, do you worship a particular god? \n\nEranti feels somewhat less mirthful since their recent fight. He's not sure if he was ready for the harsh necessity of killing real people, this being his first real battle and all."
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "As you discuss each other's respective religious affiliation, you continue along the path. It goes off in the proper direction, but is delightfully free of old men and fallen tree. You pass no other travelers, and it seems that few venture this way in any event. If there is a fort out in these woods, it is no small wonder that nothing has been heard from it in weeks. You begin to wonder if you have been sent on a fools errand. Regardless, the sun begins to sink, casting the world in an orange glow."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nThe paladin squints his eyes at the fading sun, and stops.\n \"It's getting late. We need to start looking for a place to set up camp.\" \n\nZadreck rummages through his backpack for a moment, and soon produces a crudely-drawn map from it. Several patches of dirt cover the crumpled paper. With a confused look, he turns the map sideways, and then back.\n \"So, do any of you know this place? Are we close to a town or something?\" \n \n Spoiler \nKnowledge (geography), or perhaps an intelligence check to try and figure out the map (which is so bad, I suppose it probably gives circumstance penalties). Either way, both checks are unmodified (straight 1d20's).\n\nAs for the religious discussion, that'll be something for another time I guess. I don't really feel like breaking the continuity here by replying to a 'past' event, only to suddenly shift to the present and react accordingly.\n "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard shakes his head, \" I'm afraid I don't know this area. Camping outdoors might be best... we should set watches. \""
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nThe paladin nods, unable to make heads or tails of the map. He looks around for a moment, and then leaves the path, heading towards a small clearing.\nAfter stamping a bit with his foot on the ground - to make sure they wouldn't rest in a deceptively muddy patch or worse, ant nests - he turns to his companions.\n \"To me, this seems like a decent enough spot. After our run-in with those bandits, I'm pretty sure that we should indeed set a watch, just to be safe. If it's alright with you guys, I'll take first.\" "
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti pulls out his bedroll, lays it neatly on the ground and promptly flops into it. I'll do second watch then, g'night gents. He mumbles and falls asleep almost immediately."
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard pulls out his bedroll and makes sure it's on a patch of dry ground. \" I'll take last watch. \" He unsaddles the mule, setting his equipment aside. Ties the beast up and gives it a nosebag of feed, then throws a blanket over him before taking to his own sleep."
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n\nCanran knows as little as anyone else about the woods, but is happy to make camp and get some sleep. As he makes his own bedroll, Canran counts the watches. \"Does that mean I don't have to take a watch?\" he asks. \"I can see when it's dark, so I'm okay to take a night-time watch.\" \n\nRegardless of his watch schedule, Canran will arise about halfway between dusk and dawn and step a short distance away from camp to sit crosslegged, watching the moon. Placing his longbow on the ground in front of him, he draws an arc in the dirt, completing the circle started by his bow. For about an hour the goblin sits crosslegged in the center of the circle, looking at the moon, until finally he stands stiffly, stretching his legs, and wipes the circle away. Taking his bow, he curls up in his bedroll, asleep once more."
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "The party manages to set up camp just in time to see the sun's last rays disappear from the crimson sky. The sky revealed is clear and luminous. You could lose hours to counting the glittering gems which pepper the heavens. From in between the trees, a bright full moon is visible.\n\nA small fire is fed by some dry brush and fallen branches you find in the immediate vicinity. You have enough fuel to keep a modest flame, and warm the party through the mild night air. Zadreck positions himself to take the first watch.\n\nAt some point he drifts for a moment. He snaps back after only a minute, but realizes that it should be time for the change of watch. Just as he is about to rouse his companion, he hears a snapping sound from the woods. Just outside the firelight, something is moving about."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nZadreck raises his head ever so slightly at the unexpected sound, unsure what to make of it. Although he's willing to attribute it to a small animal scurrying about, or a fallen tree branch, he quickly rules these options out, as neither of these would create such a distinct snap.\n\nNot making any sudden movements, the paladin keeps his ears pointed, while surreptiously looking from side to side.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot/listen check, both +1.\n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "As Zadreck strains to pierce the darkness beyond the fire, the creatures make their way toward the camp. The brush rustles and snaps, and allows for the passage of four black bears. They are now tenatively circling the edge of the firelight, but do not approach any further. They are not exactly being stealthy at this time. It is very likely that the rest of the party has awakened."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti (presumably) wakes from slumber, slowly gets up and eyes the bears anxiously. He whispers, Zadreck, do you see four black bears circling our campsite? Because I see four black bears circling our camp site ...! \n\nEranti quickly sobers up and searches about for a means of escaping the threat, such as a tree to climb or something the party could hide in that the bears couldn't reach. He looks over at the mules to see how they are handling this situation. He digs in his pack and finds 3 rations, probably not enough to ward the bears away, and running while they were distracted might not work so well in any case.\n\nHe whispers any ideas? to his companions and trains his senses on the bears to detect change in behavior."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nThe paladin blinks in surprise at the impressive sight of four bears entering the clearing. For a moment, it's almost as if he stands frozen at the campfire, though then he quickly glances over at his companions to see if they were aware of this sudden turn of events, or were still asleep.\n\nFinding them all still in one piece, Zadreck slowly stands up, trying not to make any sudden movements, and reaches over to the campfire...\nAs the bears draw near, he carefully takes a burning piece of wood and throws it in front of them, hoping to block their path.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf they draw back in fear, Zadreck will throw a few more.\nIf they respond... unfavorably, he'll climb the nearest tree, pronto .\n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "Eranti notices that the mules, up until this point silently asleep, have now been roused by the commotion. They begin to bray frantically and tug at their lines.\n\nZadreck's hand begins to blister from holding the hot burning wood, but he manages to toss it in front of the lead bear. Whether the reaction is unfavorable is up to him to judge. The burning brand hits the ground with a thud and a shower of sparks. The bears balk momentarily, then the lead stands up on its hind legs and bellows at Zadreck.\n\nOOC: I guess Zadreck has never gone camping. Pffft, paladins..."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti cowers at the bear's challenge, and looks in askance of the spellcasters, perhaps their arts can attend to the situation. He also slowly walks to the mules' location, attempting to calm them. At the same time, he happens to catch a whiff of dried meat and his eyes widen considerably. He frantically digs in the packs for the ham Zadreck had placed there earlier. Finally finding it, he holds it aloft before the bears enticingly. You'd like this ham, wouldn't you? he says as soothingly as possible. He attempts to stay out of reach of the bears, but moves to the edge of the campsite. From there, he throws the ham deep out into the wilderness.\n\n \n Spoiler \nProvided that Eranti has time to do all this before someone stops him, has a different plan, or the bears attempt to maul him. If the latter happens, he will, um...cry.\n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "The lead bear stares Eranti down and licks its muzzle. When he tosses the ham, it flies a few yards and gets tangled in a branch. One of the bears goes up to the tree and begins gnawing on the salty treat.\n\nThe lead bear shambles up to Eranti, it whuffles, stands on its hind legs once again, and brings its forepaws down in a vicious swipe..."
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nWakes and stands, waving his hands in an arcane gesture and tossing something into the air.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Cast Color Spray , try to catch all 3 bears in it if possible (sans the bear going after the meat).\n "
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n\nBlinking into full wakefulness, Canran stares in confusion at the boldness of the bears. \"Aren't they supposed to be scared of us?\" he demands of Zadreck. \"Shouldn't you be able to scare them away?!\" \n\nRaising his voice, Canran shouts at the bears in an angry tenor. \"Aren't you supposed to be afraid of us?\" he points his finger accusatorily. \"Aren't you supposed to run away?\" \n\nIf the bears do not retreat, Canran will withdraw the thunderstone he purchased earlier and look for something to throw it against. If he can find no hard surfaces to safely break the stone against, he will run up to the lead bear and smash the thunderstone with his fist."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti, now quite terrified, will take any available opportunity (bear distraction due to loud things and bright flashes) to hide in a bush somewhere, provided he is still alive after the bear swipes at him. He tried his best with the ham, but rogueish tricks seem to be of no avail here.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf the party decides to fight the bears, Eranti will try to grab his crossbow and snipe from the bushes.\n "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nAs the situation grows worse by the second, Zadreck decides to interfere more directly, as per Canran's suggestion. Averting his eyes from Nevar's colorful spell, he draws his greatsword and moves towards the nearest bear that doesn't look blinded, stunned, or worse.\n\nThe paladin takes a deep breath, and - while training a fierce stare on the creature - he bellows out as primal a roar as he can muster.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIntimidate check (+3).\n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "Before anything can be done, aside from Eranti's cowering, the lead bear smashes down upon the pack. It tears through the cloth and gives each item a tenative taste.\n\nThe three remaining bears are washed over by the dazzling lights of Nevar's spell. The lead bear completely ignores it, being wholly engrossed in the pack. Only one seems to be affected by the spell at all. It stands rigid and looks off into the distance long after the colors have faded away. The third bear looks at Zadreck, and promptly destroys the nearest pack."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nThe paladin raises a curious eyebrow, but then stands down and takes a step back. Although he shares a crooked grin with his companions, he mentally double-checks to make sure nothing of value was in those sacks..."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti hides in a bush, or continues to hide in a bush if he was already hiding in a bush."
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "As long as the bears are provoked no further, they will mangle the packs that they have, sniff around, then leave. No more damage than the loss of a bit of material wealth. Of course, if you are feeling lucky, you could attack..."
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard stands, watching his companions and the bears.\n\n Since nobody is acting, I suppose I shouldn't either... \n \n Spoiler \nMaterial wealth is one thing... vital stuff is another. Let me know if more than half my food stores are destroyed... if they are we may need to get some bear meat (well cooked... I don't want trichanosis).\n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "The bears finish mutilating the packs, but do not go on to mutilate the party. They finally make off with 8 trail rations, and destroy some of the contents of the packs. Zadreck's lantern has been severly dented (halve the listed illumination) and his tindertwigs were gnawed on heavily (must be the herbs alchemists use). Eranti fares slightly better, with only his single torch unaccounted for, and half of his rope slighly frayed (25ft are full load, but using the full 50ft incurs a 1/4 penalty)\n\nThe four bears having either been magically dazed, or satiated, decide to part ways with the party. They disappear into the brush as suddenly as they came upon the party, falling out of earshot within moments.\n\nOOC: Don't worry, I'll keep track of the penalties.\n\n Also, speaking of penalties, I still do not have a corrected sheet for either Canran or Nevar. If you don't get a new sheet to me some time soon, I might get angry when I need to look something up. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry 😁. I can't access the profiler at all, so you need to find some way to recover or redo them. No need to put up the backstory, I know who your characters are, just the crunch if you will."
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n\nClutching his bear-scarer in his little hands, Canran watches the bears attack the saddlebags nervously. So long as they don't hurt anyone, he's not inclined to try to run them off with a thunderstone.\n\nAfter the hazardous creatures depart, the little goblin looks to his comrades. \"Maybe we should go back to sleep?\" he suggests, staying near to the campfire. \"We can't get back the stuff they took anyway, and it's... well, it's too dark to see much.\" \n\nIf the night proceeds quietly from here on, Canran will ask Diana for several castings of Mending to repair their abused equipment."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n \"Well,\" Zadreck remarks with a slight grin, \"That's enough excitement for me in one night. I believe it was time to change the watch anyway.\" \n\nWith that, the paladin looks for a spot to spread out his bedroll, hoping to spend the rest of the night in a more peaceful manner."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n It's my watch, and I'm too awake now to go right back to sleep anyway. Perhaps I should put up a sign for other marauding woodland creatures to the effect that we're fresh out of stock. While the others bed down again, Eranti gathers the tatters of the packs and assorted belongings together and bundles them up securely, then takes his place for the rest of his watch."
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "Eranti and the rest of the party each take a turn at their watch. Nevar and Canran each perform their respective rituals to replenish their mind and spirit. Through the night you sleep peacefully, with no further ursine interruptions. Whatever wounds you had heal over, and the weariness of travel has left you. The dawn greets the world with warming tendrils of fire. It is a new day and the road stretches before you."
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n\nPut off by the invasion of the party's supplies, Canran grumbles to himself as he examines the wreckage, and uses his powers to repair whatever bags and packs he can. (Cast Mending three times.)\n\nOnce finished, he looks up at any comrades available. \"Well, that's what I can do.\" he declares. \"Let's keep going? I'd like to not be executed,\" the little goblin rubs his neck, \"it's bad for the back.\" \n \"And probably the front, too...\" Canran adds to no one in particular, re-attatching his pans to the back of his pack."
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "Canran manages to take the dings out of the lantern and put the shredded pack back into working order. However, the rope is beyond any simple repair. It looks as if you should either discard the frayed end, or risk putting a load on it."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti yawns, stretches, goes about hiding his dagger in his clothes, and picks up his newly mended pack. It's just like new, only lighter, because there's no food. He sighs, and finds the frayed rope, wherever it lay, and cuts off the chewed end reluctantly. Poor mules, he says whimsically in their direction, Caught in a net trap, spooked by bears...I wouldn't wonder if they became very anxious animals indeed after this adventure of ours, if they make it that long. Eranti, now prepared to depart, takes his spot and heads out when the others are ready."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nZadreck inspects his lantern for a while, and nods approvingly at the goblin's handiwork. He gently rubs the now-fixed dents before storing it in his backpack.\n\n \"You're right about the mules,\" he says to Fence. \"Maybe we should move them more towards the back whenever we're traveling. That way they won't be so much in the thick of things, should we run into trouble.\" "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard looks thoughtful. \" If you wish, I can lead both mules. \""
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "The party moves steadily along the road for the better part of the day. You encounter nothing out of the ordinary, and everything seems to be going along smoothly. Even the heavens seem to smile down upon you, but this shining weather is less enjoyable as you come into the deeper woods.\n\nThe trees, which before had been sparse enough to let in the sky, now form a leafy tunnel. The path is unchanged, but seems more substantial now. The undergrowth is now verging on overgrowth. Whomever it is that maintains the road must be very diligent indeed.\n\nStill, there is no indication of a hostile presence, human or otherwise. The forest is alive with activity, but all of said activity seems to stem from the antics of small, herbivorous creatures. You feel compelled to press onward into the forest."
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "You press on into the forest. You walk on for many hours, and the sun begins to sink once again. Everything seems to be going smoothly, but for one small niggling detail. The road now takes a hard bend to the east, a direction decidedly out of your way. It would seem that the road goes around the more dense regions of forest. However, according to your instructions, you must go into those places."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti frowns, bewildered. I suspect we have a problem, gentlemen. Any clues, magical or otherwise? Eranti begins searching the area of the path's bending diligently.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTaking 20 for a check result of 27\n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "Eranti is unable to uncover any clues in his search of the ground. As he searches the party starts looking off to the distant west. Seems that the rest of the party has heard something that he missed by scuffing around among the trees.\n\nEveryone except Eranti hears some kind of distant whooping and general commotion in the direction of the thicker woods.\n\nOOC: Sorry, rolled a 1 for listen."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nFrowning, Zadreck peers into the dense forest, and back to the muddy trail.\n \"I don't think we'll accomplish much by following this path any further. It seems to head into a completely different direction from here on out.\" \n\nWith a strange look in his eyes, he lets his gaze wander, as if looking for something.\n \"Is it just me or do I hear something out there?\" "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard considers the situation. \" I am not an outdoorsman to any great extent. Does anyone feel they could lead us where we need to go should we leave the path? \""
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "The noises continue as the party discusses their plan of action. As they stand at the side of the road, some of the party begins to notice more distinct noises. Once again, Eranti seems to be left out of the loop. Everyone else hears the occasional word amongst the commotion. Canran recognizes the words to be uttered in the language of the goblin-folk."
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n\nCanran frowns at the instructions. \"Those trees look like danger. If we have enough time, I really want to go around them.\" The little greenskin looks at his feet. \"I'm not so good at trailblazing. I can do a little, but not as much as Diana wants me to.\" \n\nCanran licks his upper lip, concentrating on the sounds in the woods. \"I hear it too.\" he agrees with Zadreck, and strains to pick out more details.\n\nHe perks up in surprise. \"I think they're speaking goblin!\" His face falls slightly. \"That could be bad. They might not like you guys, or they might not like me.\" Canran's thought process picks up speed. \"We might have to talk quickly. Or run quickly. You can't run quickly.\" he notes, indicating the paladin's armor. \"That's okay. I can talk quickly.\" His hand goes to his collarbone. \"Holy symbols. Does anybody have a symbol of Magubliyet? You'll want to take off other symbols. Most goblins like Magubliyet, and he doesn't like the nice gods much.\" "
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti abruptly straightens up and joins the rest of the group, discontinuing his fruitless search among the foliage. He strains once, focusing intently on the sounds, trying to make out any of the speech the others can hear. I don't have any holy symbols, Canran, just a pointy stick, if you think that might be useful as well. Eranti pulls his rapier out of its sheath in advance this time, to avoid blundering about with it in a pinch."
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "OOC:So off into the woods are we?\n\nAs you grow nearer, the sounds intensify. Canran is able to distinguish a few more words, but less than he should. It's almost as if the speakers are slurring everything they say, it must be some dialect with which he is unfamiliar. At this point it would be very hard not to find the goblins."
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nThe paladin nods at Canran's suggestion and stores his holy symbol into his backpack for now.\nQuietly, he heads deeper into the forest, approaching what he assumes will be a goblin camp. At the same time, he keeps his eyes open, in case these goblins have ill intent."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti whispers Hang on, gentlemen, let me have a look first, discreetly. Barring some exception from his friends, Eranti creeps forward into the forest to get a closer look at the goblins (presumably) up ahead.\n\n \n Spoiler \n hide - (1d20+12)[ 27 ] \n move silently - (1d20+10)[ 22 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard watches the Eranti move off into the woods and waits."
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n\nCanran's brow furrows as the mangled words reach his pointed goblin ears. \"They're speaking funny.\" He tilts his head. \"Must be some kind of forest goblin. That probably should've been obvious.\" \n\nHe nods agreeably to Eranti, glad to let someone else do the dangerous sneaking. \"Be careful,\" Canran advises quietly, \"Goblins run quicker than you.\" "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "Eranti creeps along in the underbrush, his small agile strides deftly manouvering through the tangle of branches and leaf matter. After a short walk he realizes that it wouldn't matter how much noise he makes. Nor does being spotted seem to be an issue either.\n\nHe is now observing a troup of a dozen or so goblins who now assemble about a roaring fire. There are a few casks of an unidentified liquid a bit away from the fire, and a good deal of empty containers littering the forest floor. Eranti is well hidden, but it wouldn't matter because the goblins seem to have both literally and figuratively drank themselves blind. The noise you heard was not the chanting of a warband or a raging battle, but rather the cacophony of a rowdy forest romp.\n\nSome of the goblins are engaged in what seems to be a game of chance. There is a sizable pile of coins by which at any given time there is a seperate commotion unfolding. Some form of game piece is tossed and then the pile will grow or shrink. The players quickly move on to either drinking or eating from the roasting meat that is impaled on sticks by the fire. They are quickly replaced by the next set, so the game goes on perpetually.\n\nNone of the goblins have noticed the presence of Eranti. The sun hangs low, but there should be more than enough daylight for the rest of the party to arrive at the clearing."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti returns quietly to the others, with a puzzled look on his face. He explains what he saw. I guess they're trying to set up a tavern of some kind, but it's quite a strange location. "
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n\nThe paladin doesn't know what to make of Eranti's story, so he goes to see for himself what the fuss is all about, making sure to remain at a considerable distance. Once there, he takes a look at the goblin encampment before turning back to his companions, clearly unsure of what to do.\n\n \"So, what do you think we should do? Do any of you think they would accept visitors to their camp? \" \n \n Spoiler \nOOC: How hungry/sleepy are we?\n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "OOC: You could stand to be up for a few more hours."
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard looks thoughtful. \" I don't know much about begging for goblin hospitality... did anyone see what kind of meat they were eating? \""
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "OOC: The meat looked decidedly rodent in origin, and wholly unappetizing, except to a goblin pallete."
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n\nCanran chews lightly on his fingernail. \"'I'd rather keep away, an' not have to deal with then at all. They might be trouble... there's more of them than us.\" The little goblin frowns in contemplation, allowing his right cheek to rest on his foreknuckles. \"But I think we have to go past them, and they might take it badly if we don't say hello.\" He shrugs helplessly. \"Maybe they'll be friendly and show us how to go. We're not good enough foresters to sneak around.\" "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard looks thoughtful, \" Well, the only way we could overcome them with any ease would be to attack by surprise. I don't think that we are that kind of people, so we should go around. \""
},
{
"author": "Freshmeat",
"message": " Zadreck Ysaron \n \"I agree with Nevar. It looks like we've still got enough supplies for at least a few more days, and finding our way around shouldn't be that difficult.\nit's probably best not to risk anything and simply go around their camp.\" "
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n \"Very well.\" the little goblin nods gravely. \"Try to remember which way's north, though. I don't want to get lost.\" \n\nShouldering his backpack, Canran begins the trek through the forest, but stops after a few steps. \"Maybe you should lead.\" he suggests, looking to Eranti. \"I think you're better at sneaking.\" \n \"Probably listening, too.\" he adds thoughtfully. \"Halfling ears.\" "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "It is getting dark. The forest now seems more sinister, malevolent even. Roots and thorns seem to find their way around your feet. The very ground fights for each step you take, and several times the mules are mired in small patches of mud. A few hard miles later, and the sun has fully set. It is too dark in the dense canopy to catch a glimpse of the moon and sky, let alone pick a path through the darkened sentinels that tower above you. This is truly the deep forest now, not the cultivated woodland closer to the city. There is no path other than the one you create, and not a soul, aside from the goblins, to call out to."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti sighs, feeling quite hapless. Perhaps we should find a clearing and call it a night, gentlemen. Might be a good idea to tie up our edibles this time, as well. Doubtless the forest will at least seem a little more friendly in the morning. "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nThe wizard chuckles, \" Indeed. Nature has seen fit to teach this town lad a lesson about the outdoors. \" After an appropriate campsite is located, he takes care of his mule, sets up his bedroll, and ties his food in a bag which he hangs off a high branch."
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "The party manages to sleep and recuperate themselves without anything nasty befalling you. The dawn greets you through the trees, which do seem a bit less daunting now. However, you are still on a deadline, and have only the vaguest idea as to your destination. The forest is calm and quiet, only the ambient sounds of birds and small creatures can be heard. Whatever the goblins had been up to before, they have now ceased their activities.\n\nCanran, whilst on watch, heard the sounds fade around 4am. The goblins did not seem to move away though, so they must have settled down for the night."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti looks around, worriedly. I think we should go...that way. But I'm not sure at all. These woods are very confusing to someone my size. \n \n Spoiler \nEranti makes a survival check? I rolled a 19, -1 would be 18, if I get to do the rolling for it.\n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "Eranti decides that the best path lies deeper into the woods, in a roughly northwesterly direction. His instincts do not lead him astray, and you encounter a small deer track after about an hour of travel. At this point the woods are definately at their densest. As you continue onward, the loose canopy tightens to form a natural roof. The deer path snakes its way in between increasingly larger trees, and just barely allows each of you to move without getting caught in the underbrush. The sunlight of the new day barely penetrates the thick branches, and the world is given a shadowy cast."
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n\nThough still nervous, Canran feels mostly better in the morning, with the sun shining and his orisons refreshed. \"Lead us on!\" he advises Eranti, in slightly-forced good cheer. \"Maybe Diana's shown you the way.\" \n\nThe goblin's cheer turns genuine when the halfling finds a deer track. \"She really is looking out for us. It's funny that we'd get the Moon Goddess's intervention during the day, though.\" He frowns thoughtfully. \"Maybe at night she's busy being the moon?\" "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nNevar chuckles, \" I never turn down the assistance of the gods, despite any conundrums they involve. The fact is, more often than not, the gods like their assistance to be confusing to mortals. Keeps us on our toes. \""
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "The path is rather pleasant, after your eyes adjust. There is an abundance of strange mosses and low hanging creepers. Zadreck even catches a glimpse of some manner of fae creature in between the trees. As he turns back for a second glance, he hears a faint giggling, and there is nothing to see.\n\nCanran however, sees something concrete. A group of goblins stand blinking at the party. They don't seem to know quite what to do.\n\nOOC: Initiative for surprise round: Zadreck, Eranti, Nevar, Canran."
},
{
"author": "obliged_salmon",
"message": " Eranti \n\nEranti attempts to pull his rapier out of its sheath without looking too ridiculous. Much to his chagrine, he fails, completely. On the plus side, he manages to have the weapon pointed in the right direction by the end. Goblins, stay back if you value your lives! He yells in his best goblin dialect.\n\n \n Spoiler \nrolled a 6 for intimidate check. Couldn't hurt, I guess.\n "
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar \n\nNevar looks up into the trees, surprised.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative: (1d20)[ 5 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "OOC: You misunderstand. The party managed to get the drop on the goblins, I already rolled your initiative."
},
{
"author": "Wiz",
"message": " Nevar\n \nThe wizard raises his hands as in preparation for an incantation.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHold action to see what they do.\n "
},
{
"author": "Severedevil",
"message": " Canran \n\nCanran's teeth clatter together nervously for a moment, and then he appears calm. \"Hello, friends!\" he waves. \"We're going to the other side of the forest. Can you tell us the way?\" "
},
{
"author": "Alebeard_Thunderax",
"message": "The goblins look puzzled for a moment, and chatter urgently amongst themselves. Canran manages to catch the words 'priest' and 'reinforcements' a few times, otherwise he cannot make out much. There are several furtive glances toward the paladin, who to the goblins must seem an iron-covered juggernaut. It is unclear whether they are hostile or fearful, but one thing is certain, Canran's presence is an asset. After a moment more of deliberation, one of the goblins steps forward. The only distinguishing feature about him is that his gear seems to be in better condition that that of his fellows. You can acertain that he is a leader of sorts for this little band.\n\nHe speaks in a dialect that Canran is unfamiliar with, but has no problem translating, \"You are a priest, you come to look at the work? We go after deserters. Did you see them, they stole much Thudrud.\" At this he gestures down the road back toward the goblins you had avoided."
}
] |
[
{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 23: Grock vs. The BAM \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Grock - Morbius \n The BAM - bayar \n All combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "Achnowledging the existence of this match...still have time to get equipment.\n\nInitiative: (1d20+4)[ 6 ] "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "Same here\n initiative - (1d20+6)[ 20 ] "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "Ok, I won't buy anything now (I though I had used one of my potions before).\n\nBut I may buy something in response to you buyings, after you post your buyings I will post my action."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "Fine by me...if you can pass through my codes that is 😁\nI are ready."
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "You changed the sheet🤢, fortunatelly I could see most of the answers to your \"code\" before that.\n\nI also updated my sheet too (just put there that there is some of my stuff at the bank (forgot to do that last match but it was not listed among my gear anyway :P\n\n Grock 1st to act - round 1 \n \n Spoiler \n\nGrock starts at K6 with his grappling hook in hands. He throws it at the roof\n use rope - (1d20+8)[ 10 ] vs DC 16\n \n\n\nNo done\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: \n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +9 Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: , 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts, 1x potion of Shield of faith\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n listen - (1d20+1)[ 11 ] \n spot - (1d20+1)[ 10 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Sigh\n\nGrock moves to J7\n \n\n\nYour turn"
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": " The BAM \n Hopefully,you will be a little less racist... \n \n Spoiler \nStart in P21 with a scroll of true strike in one hand, and a Scroll of Magic missile with 3 missiles (minor scroll with 3 spells) in the other hand.\n\nCast Mage armor.\n\nMove to R 17.\n \n\n\nFamiliar:\n \n Spoiler \nWill hide in O22.\nHice check: (1d20+25)[ 30 ] \n \n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 13/13\nAC: 22; FF:12 ; Touch:15\nSpells: 5-0 ; 3-1\nBuffs:\n \n Spoiler \nMage armor 1/600\nTree cover\n \n\n \n\n\nYour turn...doubt that we have LOS...but you can never be sure..."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "bayar\n \n Spoiler \nno LoS established\n \n\nmorbius\n \n Spoiler \nno LoS established\n "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "Racist? Why do you say that? 😦\n Grock 1st to act - round 2 \n \n Spoiler \n\nGrock tries to use his grappling hook again. If he succedes he will start to climb accelerated finishing 15 feet up\n use rope - (1d20+8)[ 27 ] vs DC 16\n climb - (1d20+2)[ 12 ] vS DC 5\n \n\n\nEDIT: Your turn\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: \n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +9 Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: , 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts, 1x potion of Shield of faith\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 6 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 12 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "I was trying to RP a bit...since my Kobolt think everybody is trying to kill him because he is a Kobold...so that is why he wants to kiluall...\n\n The BAM - Round 2 \n \n Spoiler \nMove to U15\nStandard: Cast True strike from scroll\nFree action: Drop the used scroll\n\nThe familiar makes no action...still hiding in O22\n \n\n\nYour turn...\n\n Stats: \n \n Spoiler \nHP: 13/13\nAC: 22; FF:12 ; Touch:15\nSpells: 5-0 ; 3-1\nBuffs:\n \n Spoiler \nMage armor 2/600\nTree cover\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "Ow..sorry😛,my bad\n\n Grock 1st to act - round 3 \n\nFor now Bam recieves no answer\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nGrock continues to climb accelerated , and finishes his move at J8 hide and LoS is not stablished he picks up the grappling hook and start to pull it up\n climb - (1d20+2)[ 20 ] vs DC 5\n hide - (1d20+9)[ 16 ] \n \n\n\n Your turn\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: J8\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3) (I always forge to update this)\n Held: , 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts, 1x potion of Shield of faith\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 3 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 12 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Grock\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n \n\n\nThe BAM\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n "
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": " The BAM - Round 3 \n \n Spoiler \nDraw a scroll of Blindness/deafness.\nMove to T6.\nThe familiar makes no action...still hiding in O22\n \n\n\nYour turn...\n\n Stats: \n \n Spoiler \nHP: 13/13\nAC: 22; FF:12 ; Touch:15\nSpells: 5-0 ; 3-1\nBuffs:\n \n Spoiler \nMage armor 3/600\nTree cover\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": " Grock 1st to act - round 4 \n \n Spoiler \n\nGrock finishes pulling the rope and drops it and the grappling hook on the roof. Then he draws his MW crossbow while tries to remain hidden\n \n\n\n Your turn\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: J8\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: , 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts, 1x potion of Shield of faith\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 8 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 7 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": " The BAM - Round 4 \n \n Spoiler \nMove to R3\nReady an action to cast Blindness from the scroll if I see him.\nThe familiar makes no action...still hiding in O22\n spot - (1d20-1)[ 17 ] \n listen - (1d20-1)[ 15 ] \n\nIf he plays like in the other matches, he probably is on the roof...but he could be in the barn, hiding in the hay. But I dont want to enter the cursed barn of doom 😦\n \n\n\nYour turn...\n\n Stats: \n \n Spoiler \nHP: 13/13\nAC: 22; FF:12 ; Touch:15\nSpells: 5-0 ; 3-1\nBuffs:\n \n Spoiler \nMage armor 4/600\nTree cover\n \n\n \n\n\nAlso, think we need LOS check..."
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "Assuming no LoS\n\n Grock 1st to act - round 5 \n \n Spoiler \n\nGrock moves to P8 (on the roof), if LoS is stablished he will shoot the bam, if not he will ready an action to shoot The Bam when he appears without cover\n \n\n\n Your turn\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: P8\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: , 1x CLW potion , 20 bolts, 1x potion of Shield of faith\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n spot - (1d20+1)[ 8 ] \n listen - (1d20+1)[ 7 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Ehm... perhaps you guys should ask and wait for LoS confirmations a bit more often. LoS established at the end of round 3:\n\nGrock:\n \n Spoiler \nsees the BAM walking into T6 on the ground outside.\n \n\n\nThe BAM:\n \n Spoiler \nsees a rope dangling over the edge of the roof at J7/J8 being pulled up\n \n\n\nI would suggest rewinding this match to the beginning of round 4, start of Grocks turn as it was the movement of The BAM that triggered the establishment of the LoS\nAny objections? (Hell, if both players rather take it from the current situation, I will just announce last stated positions)"
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "I vote for the rewind :P\n\n(and well, that is what I get for posting in a hurry >.< )"
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "rewind here too..."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "okay, then this is the current standing:\n\ninfo for The BAM\n \n Spoiler \nyour location is T6, you saw the rope being pulled up as told in my former post and are entitled to a spot check if you wish to determine your opponents exact location. mage armor is at 3/600\n \n\n\ninfo for Grock\n \n Spoiler \nyour location is D8, you are pulling up the rope, made your hide check but haven't employed your crossbow yet. You glimpsed your opponent moving into T6\n \n\n\nBeginning of round 4, beginning of Grocks turn"
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "I guess Seribro meant I am at J8 (I was never at D8 :P).\nI always assumed that pulling a grappling hook and rope to the roof was 2 move actions (one to pick up the hook and another to pull the rope up, ie. manipulate it) assuming this is how it works...\n\nGrock 1st to act - round 4(redone)\n\n\nGrock stops pulling the rope and drops it (I think it will drop loose in the roof, then he draws his MW crossbow and shots The BAM before he is able to see Grock (yay flat footed AC).\n\n attack - (1d20+10)[ 16 ] \n damage - (1d6+3)[ 6 ] \n\n\n Your turn\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: J8\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: , 1x CLW potion , 19 bolts, 1x potion of Shield of faith\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n\n\n "
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "Ah, you shot me ! you fricking shot me ! Grr...your death shall be swift !\n\nThe BAM casts a spell from one of his scrolls.\n \n Spoiler \nCast blindness on the sniper 😁\nCaster check: (1d20+1)[ 6 ] Against a DC of 3...i think...\n \n\n\nAttack: (1d20+25)[ 44 ] \n\nIf it hits(which I think it will 😁 ), do a Fort save throw DC=13.\n\nSucced:\n \n Spoiler \nnothing happens\n \n\n\nFail:\n \n Spoiler \nGo blind 😁\n \n\n\nNot done with my actions, awaiting the results 😏"
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "oO\n\nyou casted true strike? And I didn't heard? Wow...\n\n fort - (1d20+4)[ 20 ] this is my second best save, let's hope for the best\n\n\nOh, did I hit you? Or was it a miss? I rolled rather poorly last round\n\nEDIT: Weeeee."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "actually, I dont know if you hit...and I casted it a while back...like in round 2...or something...\n\nFree action to drop this scroll, move action to retrieve another one...\n \n Spoiler \nScroll of shield\n \n\n\nYour turn\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 13/13\nAC: 22; FF:12 ; Touch:15\nSpells: 5-0 ; 3-1\nBuffs:\n \n Spoiler \nMage armor 4/600\nTree cover\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "Dude... true strike lasts for only one round... so you must use it until the end of your next turn or lose it.\n\nAnyway what did you shoot at me that requires a fort save?\n\n\nOh and if I was not clear on my last post the grapling hook is loose on the roof floor and the rope is likely still touching the ground\n\n\n Grock 1st to act - round 5(redone) \n\n\nGrock loads a bolt, moves to P8 and stops\n\n \n Spoiler \nready an action to shoot the ban if he casts a spell or is about to break LOS or get cover\n \n\n\nEDIT: agh forgot spoilers\n\n Your turn\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: P8\n HP: 11/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: , 1x CLW potion , 19 bolts, 1x potion of Shield of faith\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n\n\n "
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": " The BAM \n\nTime to fry...or die...forgot which one 😁\n\nCast a spell from a scroll.\n \n Spoiler \nMagic Missile !\n \n\nAttack: (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \nDamage: (1d4+1)[ 5 ] \n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 13/13\nAC: 22; FF:12 ; Touch:15\nSpells: 5-0 ; 3-1\n \n\n\nI am in T6 if you dunno...Move to P6\n\nYour turn...\n\nEdit: still dunno if you actually hit me there...since my AC is fairly high...above 20...so did it hit ? cant see how I am FF...tehnically, I was expecting you on the roof...it is your usual tactic..."
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "While flat footed you lose your dex bonus to AC, so if you had mage armor and shield on it was a miss(flat footed AC 19 since you are small), if you had only one of them or neither of them (flat footed AC 15 or lower) it was a hit. I am trying to remember if you had a potion of shield of faith too...\n\nAlso... 1d4+1 damage? please tell me you are not rolling an attack roll for magic missile. Anyway...\n\n\nWhen you start to cast a spell you trigger Grock's ready action to shoot you.\n\n attack - (1d20+10)[ 29 ] \n damage - (1d6+3)[ 9 ] \n\nWe will need to know if this one hits as it will require a concentration check if it does."
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "Hum... max damage and possible critical\n\n crit confirm - (1d20+10)[ 16 ] \n damage - (1d6+3)[ 5 ] \n\n\n\nPS: Oh, on my last post I forgot about the tree bonus, the tree adds a +2 bonus to AC that works while flat footed, so unless you had no defensive spells(mage armor, shield or SoF potion) that was a miss, I hope this one is not\n\nEDIT: It seems it was only a normal hit, please roll a concentation check DC 19+the level of the spell you were casting from the scroll or lose the spell. If you fail and want to change you move action you may do so."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "It was a miss...\n\n concentration check...: (1d20+7)[ 20 ] hope it will save my spell...\n\nUnder any other circumstances, i would have gone to \" In your face !\" or something the like...but it is too good to spoil the moment...\n\nSo, is it your turn now ?"
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "Yes, it's my turn, I may be a high ref but I always confuse myself about those ready-action-change-of-initiative-rules.\n\nI think I can act normaly as I am on the top of the order.\n\n\n Grock 1st to act - round 6 \n\n\nGrock loads another bolt and keeps aim at the bam\n\n \n Spoiler \nready an action to shoot the ban if he casts a spell or is about to break LOS or get cover\n \n\n\n\nYour turn.\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: P8\n HP: 6/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: , 1x CLW potion , 18 bolts, 1x potion of Shield of faith\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n\n\n "
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nEverything seems to check out. The BAM is up next."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "😩 ...Move to L8, breaking LOS.\n\n \n Spoiler \ncast shield from scroll, drop scroll as free action\n \n\n\nStats: \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 4/13\nAC: 24; FF:12 ; Touch:15\nSpells: 5-0 ; 3-1\nBuffs:\n \n Spoiler \nMage armor 6/600\nShield 1/10\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "When you are about to leave LoS you trigger Grock's ready action to shoot you 😁\n attack - (1d20+10)[ 22 ] \n damage - (1d6+3)[ 7 ] \n\n\n\nEDIT: If you don't have shield AND mage armor on I think that's game"
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Morbius \n When you are about to leave LoS you trigger Grock's ready action to shoot you 😁\n[roll0]\n[roll1]\n\n\n\nEDIT: If you don't have shield AND mage armor on I think that's game \n \n\n**** off...I casted it inside the barn...hope your character will be tortured in the following rounds."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "The BAM is alive and well, having had an attack from Grock magically deflected by protective spells."
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "Sigh, and I though I would end this quickly\n\n Grock 1st to act - round 7 \n\nWell since you broke LoS\n \n Spoiler \n\n\n Grock loads another bolt and readies an action to shoot the bam if he appears without cover\n \n\n\n\nYour turn.\n\nGrock Stats (for refs)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Location: P8\n HP: 6/11\n Speed: 30 ft.\n AC: 19, Touch 17, Flat-footed 13\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +4, Will +1\n Attacks: +10 MW Light Crossbow (1D6+3)\n Held: , 1x CLW potion , 17 bolts, 1x potion of Shield of faith\n Effects: \nReactive rolls:\n\n\n "
},
{
"author": "stimpius",
"message": " Initiate Referee Stimpius \n\nHold on just a moment there, by my reading Grock has won.\n\nto Refs\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe BAM stated he was going to cast the spell AFTER the LoS had been broken.\n\nGrock stated he would take the shot before LoS was broken and only just - so he shoots before the shield spell goes off, making that a hit and meaning it drops the BAM into negatives.\n "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "EDIT: Nevermind, ninja'ed"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "I do believe that Grock has won the match.\n\n Grock is declared the winner and takes the appropreate. "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " ... Bayar, you need to keep your stat block accurate. It listed your AC as 24. 🫤 \n\nEdit: I need to open spoilers more often... ☹️"
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "I already stated that I blacked out...damn I have a phobia for concentration checks..."
}
] |
[
{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 30: Naked Dave vs. Psychodelia \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 600 XP\n GP Award: 600 GP\n\n All combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "initiative (1d20-3)[ -2 ] \n\nI once again begin with a vial in one hand and the towershield in the other\n\nMay the best warrior be victorius\n\nedit: this is hilarious... Last time I did not need to roll because there was no chance in hell I could do better then your initiative, now you don't need to roll cause there is no chance in hell you could do worse then mine."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "OMG WTF JMFC !!!\n\nI cant possibly express my suffering to meet you again...but hopefully, I will die slowly now...\n\n Naked Dave \n\nStarting in B11, Double-move to K12 via bridge.\n\nI have a greatsword in my hands."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "I see you have changed your tactics. I admire your guts. I was going to use the shield for full cover and then remain into place, buffing myself up while shrugging at the hail of arrows you would spill on the shield, but since your willing to take a more direct approach, I will stick to just one little trick.\n\nstandard action: loose shield\nmove action: y11 to y17\nfree actions: drop the shield, draw flail during walking\n\nyour turn\n\nstats\n \n Spoiler \nAC: 18\nHP: 10\nPP: 19\n \n\n\nBTW, what does JMFC stand for? I do know the other two but that one is new to me."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "something about JC and MF...use your imagination...\n\nDouble-move to Q6.\n\nJump the water : (1d20+9)[ 24 ] Against DC=20. Dunno if you lose LOS, but whatever...it is no secret..."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nUse psionic power expansion by spending 1pp then move back to y11-X10\n \n\n \n Spoiler \nYou notice Psychdelia standing about 12 feet tall in the squares X10 to Y11\n \n\nyour turn, you may look below the spoiler above when you come around the corner\n\nstats\n \n Spoiler \n\nAC: 18\nHP: 10\nPP: 18\n "
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nTake out poison of Drow dust or whatever it is called, the one that makes you unconcious and apply it to greatsword\n (1d100)[ 87 ] I risk poisoning myself if i roll 1-5\n \n\nOh, and I declare you my chosen foe...\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 20/20\nAC: 18, FF:15, Touch:12\nSpeed: 30 Ft\n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "I take it your not moving into LoS then? that is a shame... Oh well, then I'll just do it myself.\n\ndouble move (not finished, got move left) to t6-u7"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " High Ref Bronz \n\nNaked Dave is in Q6. LoS re-established."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "damn it, I wanted to come after you...😛 tell me when it is over with your turn..."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Actually, since your still in the spot, I think I like it just where I stand.\nFree actions as part of the movement: drop flail in spot, draw guisarm\n\nYour looking at a 12 feet Psycho which happends to have 20 feet of reach, partial cover and your in her threatened area.\n\n{table]|Q.|R.|S.|T.|U.|V.\n6|nd|||p|p|\n7||/|\\|p|p|\n8||\\|/|||\n9||||||\n[/table]\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nAC: 16\nHP: 10\nPP: 18\nsaves: F2/R3/W2\n "
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": " Dave \n\nOh...ok, that is...disturbing.\n\nFree action: RAGE !!! \n\nFull round: Charge your ass.\n\nAttack: (1d20+10)[ 25 ] \nDamage: (2d6+9)[ 13 ] \n\nEdit: Oh, and make a fortitude save...\n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 24/24\nAC: 16, FF:15, Touch:12\nSpeed: 30 Ft\nRage 1/7\n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "CRAP!!! I forgot I cant make an AoO if my opponent has cover from me \n\nactivate resillience as immediate actions\n\n\n Resilience (Su): When an elan takes damage, she can spend power points to reduce its severity. As an immediate action, she can reduce the damage she is about to take by 2 hit points for every 1 power point she spends. \n\nI spend 4 pp (enhanced resilience feat) to completely reduce the damage that she will inquire to 0. This means if its an injury poison, it has no affect since your blade fails to penetrate my skin.\nIf its a touch poison, it does still affect me since you did hit me. But judging by the poisons prices you paid, both types of poison are most likely injury.\n😁 I love this abomination\n\nfree action drop guisarm\n5-ft step to U7-V8\nmove action pick up heavy flail\nstandard action attack\nattack: (1d20+5)[ 19 ] \ndamage if hit: (2d8+7)[ 9 ] "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "From the SRD under Poison:\n\n Injury \nThis poison must be delivered through a wound. If a creature has sufficient damage reduction to avoid taking any damage from the attack, the poison does not affect it.\n\n http://www.d20srd.org/srd/specialAbilities.htm#poison \n\nSeribro is Correct."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "do you trigger an AOO because you drop your weapon while adjactent to me ?\n\nand because the poison was not discharged, does it mean that it is still potent ?"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " High Ref Bronz \n\nAn AoO is not provoked from the dropped weapon, but it is provoked when one is picked up. Also, the poison is not discharged and is therefore still active."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " High Ref Paladin Latham \n\nEdit: Ah nitpicking on my part. Nevermind. This post doesn't exist. OOooo... *ghost noises*"
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " High Ref Mav: Only slightly as crazy as Daimonte \n\nOoh, what nit are we picking? *goes to review the thread*\n\nThe only thing I can see is that Seribo denied himself an AoO for some reason.\n\nHe's using a reach weapon, which changes the cover rules.\n\n\n Cover\n\n \nWhen making a melee attack against an adjacent target, your target has cover if any line from your square to the target’s square goes through a wall (including a low wall). We can ignore this part When making a melee attack against a target that isn’t adjacent to you (such as with a reach weapon), use the rules for determining cover from ranged attacks. See Italics \n To determine whether your target has cover from your ranged attack, choose a corner of your square. If any line from this corner to any corner of the target’s square passes through a square or border that blocks line of effect or provides cover, or through a square occupied by a creature, the target has cover (+4 to AC). \n\nYay embellishment"
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Darn... So I was in fact entitled to an AoO... Well, since I took a 5-ft step back before picking up my own weapon, you to will be denied your AoO (thank the gods for natural reach of Large creatures) so I'ld say we call it even. You still have your poison, I lost 4pp in avoiding the attacks damage and I scored a clean hit with the flail. Let me post my stats and it will be all yours.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAC: 16\nHP: 10\nPP: 14\nsaves: F2/R3/W2\nlocation:U7-V8\n \n\n\nDone. Your turn."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Disregard. Nothing to read here."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Oh...well..don't I feel foolish. I totally missed that 5' step.\n\n*whistles quietly as he walks off*"
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Funny, I ask for one ref and half of the High Court responds :P Shall we leave things be now and return to the match? Bayar - Naked Dave, its your turn."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": " Naked dave \n In the name of all that is holy, I WILL banish thy abomination ! \n\nTake a five foot step to T6, and start using something new...POWER ATTACK !!! (use 3 attack points and transform them into 6 damage points 😁 )\n\nAttack roll: (1d20+7)[ 23 ] \nDamage roll: (2d6+15)[ 24 ] \n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 15/24\nAC: 16, FF:15, Touch:12\nSpeed: 30 Ft\nRage 2/7\n \n\n\nI hope it hits, it will make me dance 😁\n\nEdit: and as \"We are scientists\" put it: It's a hit !\n\nEdit 2: and dont forget about the poison ...\n\n\nEdit 3:\n Resilience (Su): When an elan takes damage, she can spend power points to reduce its severity. As an immediate action, she can reduce the damage she is about to take by 2 hit points for every 1 power point she spends. \n\nAnd I did 13 damage...and you only used 4 PP...it should have been 7 PP from my maths..."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": " Psychodelia \n\nThe feat enhanced elan resilience allows me to soak 4 point damage per pp instead of 2, but if you keep smacking your weapon around like that, I don't know how much more I can take 😦\n\n6 pp for damage soaking\nattack (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \ndamage (2d8+7)[ 11 ] \n\nstats\n \n Spoiler \nhp 10\nac 16\npp 8\nsaves F2/R3/W2\nexpansion: 3/20\n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "okay, this is possibly the worst moment ever to roll a natural 1\n\nI dismiss the expansion effect, putting me back to my normal heighth as a free action, location V8\nI use my move to pick up the guisarm along with a free action to drop the flail in place\nAnd finaly I take a 5ft step backwards to W8 since I have moved no distance in this round.\n\nI and my turn with the guisarm in hand and two 5ft squares in between us. This gives you the oppertunity to make another charge, but you will provoke an AoO if you choose to do so"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Note, Dave is only able to use 2 points of power attack, so the damage done is only 22 points, not 24. Psychodelia would still need to use 6pp though to cover the damage. So, nitpicking detail, but everything pretty much stays the same.\n\nDave's up."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "Damn, how many free actions can you take? an infinite number?\n\nYou swifter soaked the damage, standarded attacked, free to dismiss expansion, move to pick a weapon, free to drop another and free to move 5 ft...all in one round (6 seconds...) ... WTF !!! Unholy crap... and it is all allowed by the rules...damn D&D rules...\n\nI would retreat and get my HP up a bit, but no way to prepare for your charge...so AOO away !\n\nCharge to V8.\n\nAttack: (1d20+12)[ 15 ] \nDamage: (2d6+9)[ 17 ] \n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 15/24\nAC: 14, FF:15, Touch:12\nSpeed: 30 Ft\nRage 3/7\n \n\n I will try my best to defeat this spawn of hell, give me the power to do it !!! DIE MISTAKE OF NATURE !!! \n\nEdit: you have got to be ****ing kidding me...I said help me kill the abomination, not let it kill me faster..."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "High Ref Mav: Quick point of Order.\n\nAt Psychodelia.\n\nYou dropped your Guissarme while you were in T/U 6/7 which would mean that it would have to be in one of those squares, which makes it difficult to get when your in V8. No?"
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Mavian \n High Ref Mav: Quick point of Order.\n\nAt Psychodelia.\n\nYou dropped your Guissarme while you were in T/U 6/7 which would mean that it would have to be in one of those squares, which makes it difficult to get when your in V8. No? \n \n\nso that means that he is not armed with it ? sweet...how many weapons you have psych? I remember 3...but lost count...\nhehe, feel free to AOO with your fist...you dish enough damage with your STR 😏"
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Mavian \n High Ref Mav: Quick point of Order.\n\nAt Psychodelia.\n\nYou dropped your Guissarme while you were in T/U 6/7 which would mean that it would have to be in one of those squares, which makes it difficult to get when your in V8. No? \n \n\nSeriously, don't start on that! First of, point out the rule that states one can reach into an adjacent square to punch someone in the face, but not to pick up an item. Second, I never did state in what square I dropped the guisarm and the PHB page 144 specifically states one is allowed to drop an item in an adjacent space as a free action just as well as in its one space. So yeah, I am most definately able to retrieve the guisarm either way. Oh and in combat, diagonal is just as much adjacent, otherwise ND couldn't even have attacked me from the spot he was standing.\nIf you can find hard rules that negate all of that, then you can come back and tell me I'm defenceless 😎\n\nso untill then: AoO\nAttack roll (1d20+5)[ 21 ] \ndamage (2d4+6)[ 12 ] "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Psychodelia skilfully dodges the charge and gets her pole blade in a very nasty position between two ribs at the side of Naked Dave's chest. A big grin appears on her face as she pulls the blade back again.\n Nature may have made my body, but my soul, my mind, my very being goes beyond your comprehension, puny human. Now its time to say goodnight! \n\n5-ft step back to X8\nattack: (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \ndamage: (2d4+6)[ 9 ] "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "And that seems like a game, set and match right there. I won't ask for a call yet, I'll give you and the judges a few days time to proof me wrong about the retrieving of the guisarm.\n\nedit: oh, and that X8 is supposed to be W8. Its late over here and I am growing tired. West-European time over here."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " High Ref Paladin Latham \n\nI hate to point it out, but the Guisarme could be in any of the four squares you used to occupy. You didn't say where you dropped it, and I find it pretty unfair for Naked Dave that it just happens to be in the square next to you. I would roll randomly for where it landed in the squares you occupied.\n\nEdit: If it becomes an issue, remember that a weapon dropped while you are enlarged reverts to its normal size."
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": " Ref Maurkov \n\nDismissing a power is a standard action (SRD: Psionic, Powers, Descriptions Format, Power Descriptions, Duration, (D) Dismissable). Does Psychodelia have a special ability that makes this a free action?\n\n\n Seriously, don't start on that! First of, point out the rule that states one can reach into an adjacent square to punch someone in the face, but not to pick up an item. \n\nNoses are much closer to the shoulder joint than, for example, toes. I would argue that you can attack adjacent squares, but can only pick up objects from the square you occupy. RAW does not stipulate, however, and my rank does not permit me to make up rules.\n\n^Paladin Latham, as a guisarm is a pole weapon, does it makes sense that it would occupy two adjacent squares?"
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Maurkov \n ^Paladin Latham, as a guisarm is a pole weapon, does it makes sense that it would occupy two adjacent squares? \n \n\nWe could go into the logic of this and say that you're average Guisarme is 5ft.- 9ft. long (as per wikipedia ). But in the arena, where characters are 5ft. cubes, I'd have to say that medium-sized weapons only occupy one 5ft. square."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " Ref BigMac: wants in on this reffing action too \n\n \n Originally Posted by Maurkov \n Ref Maurkov \n\nDismissing a power is a standard action (SRD: Psionic, Powers, Descriptions Format, Power Descriptions, Duration, (D) Dismissable). Does Psychodelia have a special ability that makes this a free action? \n \n\nI don't think he does, but in the turn in question, he only used one move action to pick up the polearm and took a 5ft step, so he still had a standard action to dismiss the power. A good catch though.\n\n\n Noses are much closer to the shoulder joint than, for example, toes. I would argue that you can attack adjacent squares, but can only pick up objects from the square you occupy. RAW does not stipulate, however, and my rank does not permit me to make up rules. \n\nPM Kyeudo for an offical stance on this, but I tend to agree with your interpretation.\n\n\n We could go into the logic of this and say that you're average Guisarme is 5ft.- 9ft. long (as per wikipedia). But in the arena, where characters are 5ft. cubes, I'd have to say that medium-sized weapons only occupy one 5ft. square. \n\nThat is consistant with how we have been handeling things in the arena, so agreed on this as well."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " High Ref Mav:\n \n\n Noses are much closer to the shoulder joint than, for example, toes. I would argue that you can attack adjacent squares, but can only pick up objects from the square you occupy. RAW does not stipulate, however, and my rank does not permit me to make up rules. \n\nI'm going to play devil's advocate on this one issue.\n\nBy Raw it says you can drop objects in an Adjacent Square as a free action, so it does make sense that you would be able to pick up and object from an adjecent square as a move action."
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": " I don't think he does, but in the turn in question, he only used one move action to pick up the polearm and took a 5ft step, so he still had a standard action to dismiss the power. A good catch though. \n\nI think he attacked at 11:17, then did more stuff (as part of the same turn) at 11:28.\n\n^Mavian, those actions aren't quite symmetric, as gravity assists one but hinders the other."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Bigmac \n Ref BigMac: wants in on this reffing action too \n\n\n\nI don't think he does, but in the turn in question, he only used one move action to pick up the polearm and took a 5ft step, so he still had a standard action to dismiss the power. A good catch though. \n \n\n\nActually, he used his standard action to attack me...\n\nAnd no, I dont think it is fair, frankly, I dont think it is fair that a level 1/2/3 character to fight someone that has in theory about 78 HP at first level...it is broken beyond repair...\n\nSo I await an official ruling before I die.\n\nOh, and forgot you cant do an AOO with unarmed strike unless you are considered armed...\n\nSo, your mistake, you rushed, die already, blablabla."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Seribro \n Seriously, don't start on that! First of, point out the rule that states one can reach into an adjacent square to punch someone in the face, but not to pick up an item. Second, I never did state in what square I dropped the guisarm and the PHB page 144 specifically states one is allowed to drop an item in an adjacent space as a free action just as well as in its one space. So yeah, I am most definately able to retrieve the guisarm either way. Oh and in combat, diagonal is just as much adjacent, otherwise ND couldn't even have attacked me from the spot he was standing.\nIf you can find hard rules that negate all of that, then you can come back and tell me I'm defenceless 😎\n\nso untill then: AoO\nAttack roll [roll0]\ndamage [roll1] \n \n\nYou can drop a weapon in an adjactent square, but you have to say that when you actually drop it...so you preety much god-modding there..."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "oh my crap... Ever since I played my first caster I had believed dismissing was a free action 😦 That pretty much changes everything. Since I already attacked that round, the dismissing would be scratched from the list of actions. Which means I can either create a 10-ft gap by using my move action, or use my move action to pick up the guisarme, but not both. Which means the guisarme is completely useless. And since moving more then a 5-ft causes AoO and I would not have the knowledge that both my next attack as well as the AoO I get when you go through my threathened area would be hits, I would not have risked it.\n\nSo to cut things short, if I am allowed to rewind to the point where I declared I was dissmissing the effect, I would be holding the flail instead of the guisarme, do get in my next attack but have to reroll the damage accordingly and the AoO would be dropped so that means those first 11 points of damage get negated and your still pretty much up and running.\n\nsummary:\nLoS gets astablished with you in Q6 and me in T6-U7\n{table]|Q.|R.|S.|T.|U.|V.\n6|nd|||p|p|\n7||/|.\\|p|p|\n8||\\|./|||\n9||||||\n[/table]\nyou rage and charge and hit me for 13\nI accidentally deny myself an AoO\nI drop guisarme, take 5ft back and pick up flail (here it indeed was in an overlapping area) and hit you for 9\n{table]|Q.|R.|S.|T.|U.|V.\n6|||nd|||\n7||/|.\\||p|p\n8||\\|./||p|p\n9||||||\n[/table]\nyou step in with 5-ft step and hit me for a crushing 24\nI attack you but miss and then once again take 5-ft back (this is the turn I was also going to swap weapons again and dissmiss the expansion but those two actions got dropped due to the fact that dismissing is a standard action and the swap kinda seemed to cause to much troubles)\n{table]|R.|S.|T.|U.|V.|W.\n6|||nd|||\n7|/|.\\|||p|p\n8|\\|./|||p|p\n9||||||[/table]\nThen you were going to charge and miss but since the revision there is no room to charge so it simply becomes a 5-ft step up the bridge and it is still a miss\nI was going to get an AoO but since you only took a 5-ft step instead of a charge that AoO is negated. Yet I do however score a hit for which damage has to be rerolled for a large flail instead of the medium guisarme.\n{table]|R.|S.|T.|U.|V.|W.\n6||||||\n7|/|.\\||nd|p|p\n8|\\|./|||p|p\n9||||||[/table]\n\nDoes that sound right? Or do you wish to enforce that I did still drop the flail? Doesn't seem entirely fair, but I have seen it enforced in other matches before so I do believe you are entitled to do so if you truly wish. I do have a spiked gauntlet equipped however so although the damage may be a lot less, the hit was still legitimate."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "yeah, i would like it being enforced, for the simple fact that otherwise I would kick myself in the head...I mean, I did 2 mistakes in barn map (coordinates wrong, and climb speed messed up) and learned my lesson...you need to learn yours 😁\n\nSo, you drop the flail, which is now in my square.\nnow, feel free to hit me with your gauntlet...which you hit I think..."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Well, just as you have the right to enforce the fact that I had posted that I dropped the flail, so do I have the right to keep the attack roll since it makes no difference with what weapon I attack. I do how ever need to reroll damage since that one is weapon-dependent\n\n (1d6+5)[ 8 ] damage"
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "So, as it stands, you lost a total of 9+8=17 hp and I have lost 1+4+6=11 pp.\nIf translating pp to hp, I still have a total of 38 left (saving 1 for the inevitable saving throw) and with the punches your dealing, it is not impossible to take me down.\n\nAC: 16\nHP: 10\nPP: 8\nsaves: F2/R3/W2\nlocation:v7-w8\nexpansion 8/20\nI'm gonna post my stats open for the remainder of this fight."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "So now it is my turn ?"
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " High Ref Mav: \n\n@Nake Dave\nI believe so."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "ok, so I am adjactent to you...I think...\nPower attack time ! -2 attack, +4 damage 😏\n\nAttack: (1d20+8)[ 27 ] \nDamage: (2d6+13)[ 24 ] \n\nplease God let it be a critical ! or at least a hit !\n\nAlso, here are my stats:\n\nHP: 7/24\nAC: 16, FF:15, Touch:12\nSpeed: 30 Ft\nRage 4/7"
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "God, I love you. I am your humble servant...I will worship thy 'till the end of time !\n\nCrit confirm: (1d20+8)[ 10 ] \nDamage: (2d6+13)[ 20 ] \n\nFor a random fact, while I was typing, my dad brought me some dried fruits (crumpets i think...but i could be wrong), that come from Medina, and it is said that these fruits are sacred there, since the prophet Mohammed planted a seed there...and they could be descendents. So I thank Allah and Mohammed for this divine intervention.\n\nEdit: forgot to mention that i need to hit him, but it is not polite to ask for too much now, is it ? 😁"
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Seriously... You call me an abomination, but your the one swinging your sword around like it was some freakin sledge hammer! You may not hold the record for most damage ina single hit, but I have a feeling you are going to have the record for highest amount of damaged dealt in a single match.\n\nCome on babies make this one count already!\n (1d20+5)[ 9 ] \n (1d6+4)[ 8 ] "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "another 5-ft step backwards to w8-x7\nI don't have anything I wish to do with my move so thats about it\n\nAC: 16\nHP: 10\nPP: 2\nsaves: F2/R3/W2\nlocation:v7-w8\nexpansion 9/20\n\nyour turn"
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "5-ft near you in V7 and normal attack you.\n\nAttack: (1d20+10)[ 27 ] \nDamage: (2d6+9)[ 15 ] \n\nHopefully it will hit, I only want it to hit...that is all...but if it crits, or inflicts more tham 18 damage, I will be happy 😁\n\nHP: 7/24\nAC: 16, FF:15, Touch:12\nSpeed: 30 Ft\nRage 5/7\n\nWell...call me a combination of Roy's ability to obliterate his enemies and Elan's ability to \"turn invisible\"...just without charisma 😁\n\nEdit: no more resilience for you...roll that FORT save now pls..."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "okay... your very luck is abominal... I have to use both pp to soak just enough damage to keep me standing so I cant even spend one on th fortitude save!\n\nfort (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \ngods, for just this once in this f*cked up match, let luck be in my favour..."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "seriously, they just love cutting it close, don't they? I am assuming it was the drow knock - out you applied?\n\nIf it was blue whinnis, let me know. For now I assume it was the drow knock out\n\nwithdraw [special double move action] to w18-x19\n\nAC: 16\nHP: 3\nPP: 0\nsaves: F2/R3/W2\nlocation:w18-x19\nexpansion 10/20\n\nend of my turn"
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "it appears that thegods listen to your prayers...you resist the poison. It had a DC of 13 and it was Drow poison...I hoped to poison you with my first attack, but my narrow knowledge of the Elan was in your favor...so no coup de grace for me..."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "woohoo! I'm still in the running!"
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "I'll just double-move next to you. in X17.\n\nLets see...try to hit me, I try to hit you...fair enough? I wont use any power attack...promise..."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Do you officially state that you double - move to x17?"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "He posted it and we're holding people to their posted actions (unless they don't make any sense like I fly to Z88)."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "In that case, here comes my AoO\n\n (1d20+5)[ 15 ] \n (1d6+4)[ 10 ] \nand since you needed two moves to get there and there was no free line for a charge, I am not going to give away free attacks. You want my head, you work for it."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "I damn your luck... missed by a hair...\n\nwell, my turn and pretty much all I can do is another withdraw\n\nw18-x19, moving along the south border, squeezing past the tree, then making a jump from q19-r20 without a running start so I only reach half the distance I roll.\nIndeed it is desperation, but I have to try it or get chopped to pieces.\n\nI am aiming for clearing 10 feed of the bog so I am gonna need an eleven or higher (50% chance)\n\njump check (1d20+9)[ 14 ] "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "dreads... I only clear 5 feet so that places me right in the middle of the damn thing at m19-n20 and with only 5ft of movement left, that is pretty much as far as I will get this round.\n\nAC: 16\nHP: 3\nPP: 0\nsaves: F2/R3/W2\nlocation:m19-n20\nexpansion 11/20\n\nYour turn Dave, last round of your rage."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "Yes I know...move action to draw a potion, standard to drink it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCure Light wounds: (1d8+1)[ 6 ] \n \n\nfree to 5ft step in W16.\n\nOh, and if you are aiming to get back to your weapons, i will not let you that easily...\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 13/24\nAC: 16, FF:15, Touch:12\nSpeed: 30 Ft\nRage 7/7\n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "double move to F14-G15\n\n\nAC: 16\nHP: 3\nPP: 0\nsaves: F2/R3/W2\nlocation:F14-G15\nexpansion 12/20\n\nyour turn"
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "Double-move to V8...I think this is the place you dropped your flail, but if it isnt, it is still in a 5ft range...\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 9/20\nAC: 17, FF:15, Touch:12\nSpeed: 30 Ft\nRage ended (-2 STR, -2 Dex, cant run/charge)\n \n\n\nI already know what you want to do, and I think you know what I want to do as well...the outcome of the battle will be a mistery for now...since we both matched out our every move...\n\nAnd regardless of the outcome, we both can agree that this match is/was Epic and ****ed up 😁 (i mean, I dealt 77 points of damage to you, and you took about 70 damage - and this is only a level 2 match...imagine the carnage at level 5 )"
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "I double move:\naround the post, taking a running start, jumping over the bridge with instant success (1d20+9=10 or more feet) and landing in O11-P12\n\nAC: 16\nHP: 3\nPP: 0\nsaves: F2/R3/W2\nlocation:O11-P12\nexpansion 13/20\n\nIndeed, and what ever the outcome, I do hope that at some point we will meet again. Psychodelia has pretty much becoming to see Naked Dave as her nemesis. 😉\n\nyour turn\n\nEdit: and V8 will be just fine or otherwise close enough."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "Fine. Move action to pick it up in other hand.\n\nNeed questin answered by a ref:\n \n Spoiler \nIf I drop a weapon in the water, can it be retrieved? with a search check? do you need to enter the water first ?\n \n\n\nNot done...\n\nYeah, and Dave sees psych as his rival...hope that this wont be turned into an anime series later on...\n\nEdit: and you did exactly what I was thinking you would do..."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "Yeah, Yeah, I said I maybe shouldn't do this stuff anymore:\n\n@Bayar:\n \n Spoiler \nthe water is 10ft. deep, most likely a shear drop too. I don't know about a search check at the bottom, but someone would have to get there first.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "Ok, continuing my round:\n\nFree action to drop your flail in the water in V9....feel free to strip and go diving for it 😁\n\nThe second action: move action to U7. I belive you left your guisarme in one of the squares...still havent said which one...T6-U7\n\nYour turn..."
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": " Ref Maurkov \n\nOh. Oh dear. I probably should have noticed this earlier. Isn't the duration of Expansion 1 round/level?"
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Maurkov \n Ref Maurkov \n\nOh. Oh dear. I probably should have noticed this earlier. Isn't the duration of Expansion 1 round/level? \n \n\nnow he tells us...🫤 it is very anticlimatic you know...\n\nMaybe it is 1 minute/level..."
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": " Ref Maurkov \n\nI think we should play it like (American) football, where you can decline the penalty. Just fix the game state and move on."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "When I read your statement I was like \"WTF?!\" but when I checked it out I found what you ment. The summary of the power's statistics says something differend then the explaining text suggests.\n\nSo I went looking for an errata, but that one only made it more wrong by making the augmentation more powerful (instead of turning rounds/level into minutes/level, it now turns rounds/level into 10 minutes/level)\nThen I went looking for the faq of the psionics, but all I found was the fact that it is indeed an issue but one that doesn't get answered.\nThen I began comparing it. Looking at its spell equivalent, minute/level would be the most likely since that is what the enlarge person spell uses. But then I came across compression (the psionic counter hanger of reduce person) and saw that it indeed used round/level rather then minute/level\n\nI blame Wizards for screwing up there entrances and then trying to fix the wrong part of the power in the errata.\n\nEdit: it also makes the power pretty much useless on the level you get access to it since you can not augment it until you reach third level. Seriously, whats the use of a power that makes you bigger (and thus easier to hit) if you return back to normal the very next round?!"
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "intimidate checks ? "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "well, there never did come an official errata or anything saying what the base duration for expansion should be, but the overall tendency (for as far as I could find on the official wizards boards and other sites, as well as the later placed rsd file they have on their site) seems to lead to round/level rather then minute. We could try to wind back a whole damn lot of things and try to pick it up from there, but I believe we would both prefer to just decide on the spot and just get moving again, right?\n\nSo I say the effect ends now immediately and we simply continue from where we stand now. Do you agree, or would you prefer keeping the effect active?"
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "you can keep it or lose it...fine with me..."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Well, if it is all the same to you, I'll stick to the mintue/level for the remainder of this match. About the guisarme, lets say it is in the square you picked to move to (U7 you said I believe)\n\nmove to S9-T10\nattack (1d20+5)[ 13 ] \ndamage (1d6+5)[ 10 ] \n\nstats\nAC: 16\nHP: 3\nPP: 0\nsaves: F2/R3/W2\nlocation:S9-T10\nexpansion 14/20\n\nyour turn"
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Okay... I don't know your AC right now, but that was most certainly a miss... please... put me out of my misery. The dice have given up on me, my gear is in the water and you kicked me through all my pp... Just it already.😏"
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": "Dave:\n\n5 Ft step to T8\n\nAttack: (1d20+7)[ 16 ] \nDamage: (2d6+4)[ 12 ] \n\nAC: 17\nrest in above spoilers...\n\nHope it will be a kill, since I want to have a good night sleep in 2-3 days...\n\nTry to stabilize at -9 pls ! I want to do an over-kill 😁"
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": " (1d10)[ 8 ] \nstabilizes on a 1\n\nedit: Nope, I kicked the bucket, I'm as dead as a cockroach. You won this round and you deserved it big time. Just be sure to keep an eye out for me. I am not planning on leaving the tournament just yet. From here on I am going to pull out every gun and trick I can muster and I will fight you again before this tournament is over. Even if it means surviving every following match between here and the finals!"
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "High Ref Mav:\n\nAnd Naked Dave manages to take down Goliath. He receives the gold and experience mentioned previously."
}
] |
[
{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Bunny vs. MitS \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Rezig \"Bunny' Rene - faithfreebible \n Morbius - Monster in the Shadows \n All Combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "Here goes init\n initiative - (1d20+3)[ 16 ] \n\nEDIT: Sigh, where is he? I even messaged him, anyway no rush to call this match, if I do win by default I will just have to wait for a match again"
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " High Ref Paladin Latham \n\nThis 'formality' thread is timed-out. Bunny is disqualified.\n\n MitS is declared the winner and recieves 300xp and 300gp. "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 26: Irind vs. Shooter \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n FlyMolo - Irind \n Faithfreebible - Shooter Mcgavin \n All Combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "FlyMolo",
"message": " \"init\" - (1d20+3)[ 15 ] \n\nHere I am, posting. No cash=no purchases.\n\nEdit: YES! A straight fighter. whew."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " High Ref Paladin Latham \n\nYet another 'formality' match that has timed-out. Shooter is disqualified for failing to post.\n\n Irind is declared the winner and recieves 300xp and 300gp. "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Balance of Power \n\nThe year is 1901. The great powers of Europe are stirring, driven by the twin engines of nationalism and industrialization. For the first time since the era of Napoleon and the Congress of Vienna that was intended to protect against another, armies are mobilizing across the Continent. With the United States occupied by dreams of Empire in Latin America and Asia and Africa carved up by colonialism, the nation that can gain dominance in Europe will also have dominance of the entire world. The dawn of the 20th Century has seen the old balance of power in Europe crumbling, leaving the door open for a leader strong and crafty enough to reshape it to suit his and his nation's ambitions.\n\n Spring 1901 Map \n \n Country Assignment \n\nChosen randomly, here are your country assignments.\n \n Austria-Hungary - Neftren \n England - MeklorIlavator \n France - stezerok \n Germany - Mavian \n Italy - darthmario \n Russia - Highwarlord \n Turkey - onilever \n\nThere will be an extra long period of diplomacy before the orders for Spring 1901 are due. In addition, if two players agree to swap nations, please PM me (both) and I will switch you all up. Please post below to introduce yourself and your preferred method for negotiations. Have fun good luck, and Spring 1901 orders are due (PM or e-mail elektrotek85 *at* gmail.com) Friday, 19 October 10:00 PM EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "MeklorIlavator",
"message": "I'm in. I prefer Pm's and I regularly check them. Don't count on me seeing your emails right away."
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": "I'm in, and prefer PMs over email, and I think I'll stick with Italy. All the better to say \"It's-a me, Darth Mario!\" with."
},
{
"author": "stezerok",
"message": "well I'm definitely game to play, and I'm down with France too! PM's are fine for me as well."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "I rarely check my email, so PM's work best for me aswell.\n\nOooh, it looks like its time to Blitz 38 years early."
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": "I'm in, and open for PMs like everyone else.\nPlease state the name of your country-Russia and the subject of the message in the message title\n(ex: England-Russia We Only Drink The Blood of Our Enemies)\nEDITED: Simply because switches would take time to organize which would, in turn, take time away from diplomacy, I will not be seeking a switch. Let the games begin\n\n All Hail Ze Motherland! \n Moscow Press: Spring 1901 Edition \n The Empire Opens its Ambassadorial Halls \nThe illustrious Czar Highwarlord, in a recent act of international solidarity, has officially opened Russia's borders to foreign diplomats and built an international meeting room to accomodate them.\n\"We take power checks, bounced cheques, and miscellaneous Czecks with the same open minded policy, provided that the second of the three is kept to a minimum,\" he said, as he cut the ribbon on this establishment."
},
{
"author": "OniLever",
"message": " Prime Minister OniLever - England \n\nCheerio, gents! Let's have good clean fight, now, what?\n\nSecret communique can be sent via private carrier pigeon {PM} as the telegraph lines may have been tapped! \n President OniLever - Turkey \n\nThe Ottoman empire shall rise anew! Those who wish to become our servants may send a lone horseman to our capital {PM}. Those who do not bow down to our might will be captured, publicly flogged and executed!"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "Meklor and onilever have agreed to swap a corner for another corner. Onilever is now Turkey, and Meklor is England.\n\nI will wait until Wednesday for Neftren to confirm his spot. Otherwise, I will quickly find a replacement for you all to negotiate/backstab.\n\nWell, let the games begin! Have fun and remember that if things trun out badly for you this game, there's always next time!"
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "I'm here, and yes I like PMs. PLEASE SPOILER THE HUGE IMAGE! :P\n\nIf Darthmario doesn't object or if he wants to, I'd like to swap Austria-Hungary for Italy?"
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": "Upon reconsideration of the board, I think I'd like to remain Italy. All the better for Mario jokes."
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": "Pardon me for holding the contrary view in this issue, but I liked the larger board much better. Maybe put the smaller board there and the larger board in spoiler tags?"
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "Erm, that's what I meant. Spoiler the image that exceeds the screen, and stretches my window, since that blocks off maybe 25% of the text on my monitor and it's just a huge pain."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "Just a question:\n\nWill you be posting new maps each spring and winter, or will you be updating the top map each time? Oh and I don't mind a big map, if you spoiler it. Sorry to be confrontational earlier about it >.<"
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": "Personally, I am under the impression that it is equally easy to post a new map as it is to alter the old one ,so there is little reason he would not do so.\n\nAnd moves are apparently due on Friday, Neft.🙂"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "I will be posting new maps for each season. I use jDip as the rules adjudicator, which allows easy export of maps for each season. In fact, I'd recommend downloading it if you want to play out potential strategies. Messing around with it is how I've learned the rules.\n\nNo problem about map sizes. I think we found a diplomatic way to settle it. 😉 I'll post a small map in the post and then the full-size on in a spoiler tag immediately below.\n\nAnd yes, unless someone has a serious problem, moves are due Friday, 19 October 10:00 PM EST "
},
{
"author": "OniLever",
"message": "Hmm... as most of the conversations will be done behind closed doors, will this thread act more like an OOC thread? Or can we use it for our machiavellian diplomatic plans?\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by darthmario \n Upon reconsideration of the board, I think I'd like to remain Italy. All the better for Mario jokes. \n \n\nNow, that's what I call true role playing. :)"
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by OniLever \n Now, that's what I call true role playing. :) \n \n\nIt's-a me, Supreme-World-Leader .... io."
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": "I'm pretty sure that it functions both as OOC and IC thread. I think Of Emperors and Presidents is a pretty good example."
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": " Moscow Press: Spring 1901 Edition \n Russian Storms Harm Communication \nThe Peace-Czar Igal Stovanovski has left the city of Moscow and commenced mobilization.\n\"It is essential for maintaining premium country that we maintain premium mobility, yes?\" he told Moscow Press in a recent interview. \"Therefore we have sent in general mobilization before those silly Westerners.\"\nWhen confronted with the fact that general mobilization orders commit troops to their destinations, Stovanovski was resolute in his reply. \"We are mobilizing to be mobile! Cease asking these silly questions!\"\nIt is the opinion of many throughout the world that the true reason for this forwardness lies in the fact that the capital city has been predicted to be out of touch with the rest of the world due to severity in storms.\n\"We deny all knowledge of such storms!\" said Weather-Czar Ivan Bruceskii. \"In Russia, the almanacs do not predict the weather. They ARE the weather!\"\nWe were unable to approach the High Czar for comment, as he is currently snowed in.\n\n//There's supposed to be a power outage today, so I sent in orders."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "By the way, Elektro, you spelled Austria wrong... it reads Austia. 😛"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " 24-hr warning - Spring 1901 Moves Due Friday, 19 October 2200 EST (0300 GMT) \n\nI have everyone's orders except for Mavian's, so most of you don't have to worry. As Neftren asked, if I do happen to get all orders in before the deadline I will post the map before.\n\nAnd, yes, I spelled \"Austia\" wrong 😉"
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "In that case gimme a few minutes and you'll have'em all."
},
{
"author": "OniLever",
"message": "@Elektro: Will you disclose everyone's moves or will we only see the resultant map?"
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "I'd prefer just the map. Moves I suppose could just be figured out..."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Spring 1901 Results \n \nFull Size Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n Order List: \n Austria: \nA bud->rum\n A vie-gal Bounced 1:1 with war \nF tri->alb\n\n England \nF edi->nth\nF lon->eng\nA lvp->yor\n\n France \nF bre->mao\nA par->bur\nA mar->spa\n\n Germany \nA mun holds\na ber->kie\nf kie->hol\n\n Italy \nF nap->ion\nA rom->ven\nA ven->tri\n\n Russia \nA mos->stp\n F sev->bla Bounced 1:1 with ank \n A war->gal Bounced 1:1 with vie \nF stp->bot\n\n Turkey \\\nA con->bul\nA smy->con\n F ank->bla Bounced 1:1 with sev \n\nNo retreats, therefore:\n Fall 1901 Orders Due Friday 26 October, 2200 EST (0300 GMT) \n\nOoC: We can speed up the deadlines if you guys are willing. Also, does anyone know if I can edit image size with the IMG tag? I'd rather not make two versions, so unless someone does, I'll leave it spoilered."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " 😡 Bah!!! Mario!!! You double crossing [Insert Farm Animal Here] 😡 !!! \n\nHow could you do this to me! Oh and Highwarlord, I think we both kinda messed up our moves...? Or, I suppose you're just doublecrossing me as well... 😡"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Berne Beobachter - Fruehjahr 1901 \n Swiss Once Again Watch Europe Plunge Into War \nThe Beobachter will observe and provide an impartial voice on the Great War. Once again, we'd like to reiterate that Swiss neutrality will be observed and business will be conducted will all parties, no matter how treacherous. We can offer precision timepieces and secure banking for all your world domination needs!\n\n Peace-Czar Will Provide Numerous Laughs, Say Experts \n Italy Seizes Trieste, Austria-Hungary Imperiled? \n England Boldly Remilitarizes the English Channel \n Turkish and Russian Fleets Clash in the Black Sea \n Resistance Crushed in Spain, Holland, Bulgaria, and Rumania "
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": "I'm all up for speeding up the schedule now that we're started. Mon/Wed/Fri? Tue/Fri? Either of those ok with people?\n\nNeftren: *thbbbbt*😁"
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": " Summer 1901 -- The Vatican Times \n Plumber Elected Pope In Suprise Vote \n Venicians Attack Trieste From Gondalas, Find No Resistance (Luckily) \n France: Potential Ally Or Just A Bluff? \n Pope Called Farm Animal: Rasberries In Return "
},
{
"author": "MeklorIlavator",
"message": "I would say a (Monday or tuesday)+Friday."
},
{
"author": "OniLever",
"message": "I'd prefer Tuesday/Friday myself. Weekends can get a bit hectic for me sometimes."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Neftren \n I'd prefer just the map. Moves I suppose could just be figured out... \n \n\nSorry to butt in here, but I'd like to point out that you can never tell just by looking at a map how it got that way. Also, good luck guys, I'ma be watching this game."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "That makes three people who are willing to move to a Tues/Fri schedule (darthmario, onilever, meklorilavator). If the others are also willing to do so, I will move up the Fall 1901 deadline to this coming Tuesday. However, if anyone feels that this schedule would be too hard to meet, then we will remain on the 1 season/1 week schedule."
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": " Moscow Press: Fall 1901 Edition \n General of the Rumanian Campaign Executed for Failing to Deal Appropriately with Austrian Diplomats \n Peace-Czar Denies Being 'Silly' \n\"Let it be known that Russia is not a country to be tampered with!\" he declared in his interview following recent troop movements. We spoke to the newly formed 'Funny-Czar' on this declaration. \"We are neither silly nor humourous. It is the stupid foreigners with their 'hoomors' that are silly! Let it be known that in Russia, you do not get the joke. The joke gets you . . . put in prison! Hereafter, there shall be no jokes. Solely 'the funnies.' Anything of funniness must be declared a 'funny' or receive approval to be an ad-hoc 'funny' or it shall be completely ignored by the Russian government as a funny and its speaker shall be presumed serious.\" When asked whether or not this would endanger Russia's political dealings, an unnamed source informed us that, luckily for all parties involved, the Funny-Czar and his department was wholly removed from the Department of Dealings With Stupid People, as it is known in Russia, or the \"Diplomatic Envoy of Peace and Brotherhood\" as it is internationally known.\n Russian Forces Poised to Seize Scandinavia \n Russia Thumbs its Nose at Turkish Fleet \nWhen informed on the Swiss analysis of the combat, the Peace-Czar offered the following comment:\n\"The Swiss are wholly incorrect on their analysis of a battle in the Black Sea. Rather, the Russian navy simply chose to withdraw its ships after totally annihilating every living Turk who dared engage them and thumbing their noses at those that did not. It was CLEARLY a Russian victory.\"\n Warsaw Army Feels Lonely "
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Moody the Wise \n Sorry to butt in here, but I'd like to point out that you can never tell just by looking at a map how it got that way. Also, good luck guys, I'ma be watching this game. \n \n\nApologies for the double post, but I COMPLETELY agree with him. It's just a fact, folks."
},
{
"author": "stezerok",
"message": "hey Elektro, could we see Germany's orders? I mean I know its obvious what he did, but we should see everybody's..."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "No.... my veil of anonimity must not be disturbed or my country will fall into ruin.\n😁\nI didn't even notice they weren't posted."
},
{
"author": "stezerok",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Mavian \n No.... my veil of anonimity must not be disturbed or my country will fall into ruin.\n😁\nI didn't even notice they weren't posted. \n \n\nlol yea I was putting the orders into Jdip, when I was like wtf mate? but yea I didnt notice too for a little while..."
},
{
"author": "MeklorIlavator",
"message": "How do people feel about the whole moving the deadlines to Tuesdays and Fridays?\n\nOh, and I noticed Germany's lack of move to."
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": " Pope Questions Rumanian General Execution, As Austrian Diplomats Were Clearly At Fault \n\nSays the Pope, \"Just look west.\""
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "I have updated the Spring 1901 Results post to include Germany's orders. I'll put them in this post too:\n\nGermany\nA mun holds\nA ber->kie\nF kie->hol\n\nMust have slipped my mind."
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": " Peace Czar Confuzzled \nUpon the revelation that the Germans had taken a decidedly pro-Austrian line of tactics, the Peace Czar expressed 'disconcert' that the Austro-Hungarians did not arrange their tactics accordingly."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Austro-Hungarian Newsletter \n\nToday, the government of Austria-Hungary released that there had been no communication at all between the nation of Germany. Apparently, it was a major coincidence, although mistakes in Romanian troop movements were evident, and served to botch up the diplomatic mess already started.\n\nThe Austria-Hungary generals are totally confuzzled when it comes to the Russian Strategy. A miscommunication was evident from the dislike of the Russian Czar, and officials are working to correct the issue as we print."
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": " Pope Reveals Austria Run By Satanists \n\nIn a suprise press confrence this afternoon, Pope Mario the 1st announced that he has recieved information that Austira-Hungary is secrectly run by a Devil-worshiping cult. \"How this ever could have happened is anyone's guess. It is imperitive, however, that these perverters of the faith be wiped from the Earth, at all costs,\" later adding, \"Or at least sent to Russia.\""
},
{
"author": "stezerok",
"message": " White Flag Tribune \n October 18th 1901 \n Eenie-Meanie-Miney-Moe used as deciding vote on trust-worthy alliances \n\nHorrified by the prospects of this new found war, the French Republic finds itself embattled on all sides. Public opinion thus far has varied greatly as to who our real allies are, however when asked about our alliance decision making process, the Prime Minister shed new light on his \"final say.\" The revelation was disheartening to say the least,\n\"Well when pin-the-tail-to-the-map kept yielding the Ionian Sea as a possible ally, my cabinet and I decided to create a more decisive way to decipher friend from foe. Thus Eenie-Meanie-Miney-Moe was selected. We figured if it got us into office, it would get us out of this mess.\" Stated the Prime Minister to a dazed press room.\nWhen assaulted by questions and uproar, the Prime Minister merely responded by saying that it was the best course of action considering that his dog, and closest adviser, Mr.ButterscotchAndGin had recently taken up a \"vow of silence.\"\n\n White Flag Tribune \n October 19th 1901 \n Prime Ministers Political Cabinet revealed to be an actual clothes cabinet... "
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": " Moscow Press: Fall 1901 Edition \n Russian Peace Analysts Believe England Will Attack France \n\"It is obvious, comrades,\" says peace-expert Yakov Zel'dovich \"They do not call it the France-Nuking Channel for nothing.\"\nWhen confronted with the fact that it was, in fact, called the English channel, he gave us a curt reply. \"Who is the peace expert, hmm? I am the one who creates the most premium peace-making devices in the world. I inform you that France shall be less peaceful when the British get smart enough to ship an army straight into their homeland.\"\n\nPoints to anyone who knows who Zel'dovich is (without using wikipedia)"
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Tuesday - Friday works for me."
},
{
"author": "stezerok",
"message": "yea I'm down with Tues/Fri.\nthats cool."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "I have 6 people who have either posted that the Tuesday/Friday deadlines will be acceptable (darthmario, onilever, meklorilavator, stezerok, Mavian). I have Fall 1901 orders for you Highwarlord, so I'm assuming that schedule will be okay. We will move to that schedule if Neftren is fine with it.\n\nSo, on that note to make it semi-official, here's your 20-hour Warning: Fall 1901 Orders due Tomorrow, 23 October, 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "I'm fine with Tuesday-Friday."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Fall 1901 Results \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n Austria \nF alb holds\n A vie -> gal Bounced 1:1 with war \n A rum -> bul Bounced 1:1 with con \n England \nA yor -> bel Convoy path yor -> nth -> bel \nF nth convoys A yor -> bel\nF eng -> bre\n\n France \nA bur holds\nF mao -> por\nA spa holds\n\n Germany \nA kie -> den\nF hol holds\n A mun -> bur Bounced 1:1 with bur \n Italy \nA tri -> ser\nF ion -> aeg\nA ven -> apu\n\n Russia \nA stp -> nwy\nF bot -> swe\n F sev -> rum Bounced 1:1 with rum \n A war -> gal Bounced 1:1 with vie \n Turkey \nA bul -> gre\n A con -> bul Bounced 1:1 with rum \nF ank -> bla\n\n\n Winter 1901 Builds \nAustria: 1 build\nEngland: 2 builds\nFrance: 1 build\nGermany: 2 builds\nItaly: 1 build\nRussia: 2 builds\nTurkey: 1 build\n\nBuild orders are due Tomorrow, Wednesday 24 October at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Austro-Hungarian Times \n\nThe republic of Austria-Hungary no longer trusts the Russians and their foolhardy, crackpot schemes to undermine the strength and integrity of our nation. Relations fall into disarray, and if the Russians have a wish to repair the once friendly standing between our two nations, our embassy is just down the road from the Kremlin.\n\n Austro-Hungarian Times - The Sunday Times\n\nIn response to the previous month's issue of the Italian newspaper, the official response to the Italians as follows:\n\n\"Devil Worshippers? The Pope must be stretching his imagination. Such insults will lead to hostile aggression to such degree, after the former assault against the republic. We have conveniently sent an envoy to your so called, St. Peters Square. As for our comment about the Pope, he still retains the title of [Insert Farm Animal Here] and by popular vote, the Austrian peoples have decided to add to the title, calling the Pope a Plumber, and a no good Dirty Plunger Pusher. The Austro-Hungarian Times offers it's complements and hopes that the Pope will write again soon.\""
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Berner Beobachter -- 17 November 1901\n \n Latest Headlines \n Balkans Remain One Big Mess\n\nEnglish Invade France, Low Countries\n\nRussia Faces No Opposition In Scandinavia\n\nItaly Positioned For Strike on Turkish Homelands\n\nGerman Invasion of Burgundy Repulsed "
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": "FYI, we're missing Turkey's moves."
},
{
"author": "OniLever",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by darthmario \n FYI, we're missing Turkey's moves. \n \n\nTurkey did not move. We were there all along. 😛"
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": " Official Press Release by the Russian Leadership \nThe peoples of Russia are grossly offended by the attacks on Russia's intentions regarding the advance on Galicia. Seeing as Russian diplomats explicitly told the Austro-Hungarian government in question its intention to move into Galicia and the purpose of moving the army there, the idea that it is an attempted assault on Austria-Hungary is illegitimate and ought be given no credence.\nFurther, the fact that the leader of said nation attempts to slander our administration in this way (an administration that thus far has broken no pledges) is proof only of the dishonesty of this leader.\nFurther evidence of said dishonesty is currently being withheld to protect the honor of the other nation it involves.\n\n-- Czar of Communications (aka Secretary) of the High Czar, Highwarlord"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Winter 1901 Builds \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n Austria: A bud\n England F lvp, A lon\n France A par\n Germany A ber, F kie\n Italy F nap\n Russia F stp/nc, A mos\n Turkey F smy\n\nSpring 1902 orders are due Friday, 26 October by 2200 EST(0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "stezerok",
"message": " The Paris Times \n April 25, 1902 \n Prime Minister Rallies Nation for War \n\n\"For over half a century Our nation has settled on a quiet peace with Our neighbors across the sea. Indeed as the tides of chaos churned, and the clouds of war loomed just on the horizon, We rallied together with the British to create an alliance; pledging together our mutual support and friendship in a hopes to together stem the coming onslaught.\n\n\"Our fears were confirmed when just this past year Austria, Italy, and Russia fell into the terrifying machinations of war. As state, and country fell, We looked on Together in wonder at the terrible price that We must all pay for Our Country. Indeed We steeled Ourselves, making preparations for the fight to come. But never in all Our history had a crime been committed to such a degree.\n\n\"With rash boldness the British fleet in the English Channel made pitfall upon the shores of Brest, razing the coastal towns with cannon-fire, and invading our shores with armed soldiers. The core of Our troops, devoted elsewhere, were not prepared to defend against an attack from the seas, and many were forced to flee. Now the state of Brest remains in flames, with only smoldering ashes to tell its tale of bitter betrayal. This is the price We have payed my friends. This is the price of blood that has fallen upon us all. This is the price that must now be taken in debt from the British.\n\n\"But the crimes were twofold, and the indictment doubly charged. For Britain, in its greed, sought to take Belgium, and likewise transported their armies to ravage the countryside to the North. Now they have doubly wronged, for they have not only crossed Us, but our fair innocent neighbors who had not the might to fight for themselves.\n\n\"Now We stand--a testimony to the tribulations and sufferings of war--United in a Single cause; to which end We are judge, and to which end We are jury. And you have been found guilty Britain. You have been found guilty of Betraying your neighbor and ally in a time of need. You have been found guilty of unrestrained Bloodlust against Our neutral neighbor. You have been found guilty of Greed for the sake of power. And you have been found guilty of committing crimes against humanity, which are both repulsive and unforgivable.\n\n\"For these reasons We shall march. For these reasons We shall fight. For these reasons we shall sweep aside any force you muster against Us, We shall whether any torrent of bullets, and any volley of the cannons. And for these reasons We shall win this war.\"\n\n-Prime Minister Stezerok"
},
{
"author": "MeklorIlavator",
"message": "London Times:\nThe Prime Minister:\n\"The French should remember that they agreed to help us secure Belgium, and thus they are in no position to decry our actions. Also, due to there being little military presence in Brest, the capture of rightful English territory, taken from us by force during the hundred years war, was returned to its rightful rulers without excessive bloodshed.\n\nLong has France been a danger to the English people, and long have we waited. Now we will deal with this threat once and for all. Long Live the King!\""
},
{
"author": "stezerok",
"message": "\"Last I checked there was no support from France into Belgium ;)\""
},
{
"author": "MeklorIlavator",
"message": "\"But we fully disclosed our intentions, with no objections. And with our armed services Protecting Belgium, I may never have to know the trouble of war.\""
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "I'm still waiting on Highwarlord's orders. If I don't get them by tomorrow morning he'll be an NMR, but I think we'll be okay. I'll post Spring 1902 results when I get them.\n\nEDIT: Spring 1902 Results \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Austria \nF alb -> gre\nA bud supports A rum\nA rum holds\nA vie -> gal\n\n England \n A bel -> pic Bounced with bur 2:2 \nF bre supports A bel -> pic\nF lvp -> iri\nF nth convoys A lon -> bel\n A lon -> bel Bounced 1:1 with hol \n France \n A bur -> pic Bounced with bel 2:2 \nA par supports A bur -> pic\nF por -> mao\nA spa -> gas\n\n Germany \nA ber -> kie\nA mun holds\nF kie -> hel\n F hol -> bel Bounced 1:1 with lon \nA den holds No order for A den; Hold order assigned \n Italy \n F aeg -> con Bounced with con 1:1 \nA apu holds\nF nap -> ion\nA ser supports F alb -> gre\n\n Russia \nA nwy -> swe\nF stp/nc -> nwy\n F sev -> rum Bounced with rum 1:2 \nA mos -> ukr\nA war supports A mos -> ukr\nF swe -> ska\n\n Turkey \n F smy -> aeg Failed because Italy: F aeg -> con failed \nA gre -> bul\nF bla supports A gre -> bul\n A con supports A gre -> bul Support cut by move from aeg \n\nFall 1902 Orders are due Tuesday, 30 October by 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": " Moscow Press: Summer 1901 Edition \n New \"Getting Your Orders In On Time\" Czar Appointed, Per Swiss Recommendation "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Swiss News and World Report: 1901 \n\nYes, we know this is late but there isn't anything you can do about it. Advantage to being nestled in the Alps, along with all your \"private\" bank accounts. 😉\n\n1. Russia (6 SC): With its smooth conquest of Scandinavia complete, the Bear is now the strongest power in Europe.\n\n2. Germany (5 SC): Germany conquered Denmark and Holland, and looks to complete its conquest of the Low Countries in the coming year.\n\n2. England (5 SC): The Hundred Years War is back in style, and England has made a good go of it by taking Brest and Belgium. But will they fade in the clutch as they did so many years before?\n\n3. Austria/Italy (4SC): Austria has managed to defy the odds and take control of Rumania. Italy has moved into the Balkans and occupied Serbia. Two words, and they rhyme with Mey Mepanto.\n\n3. France (4 SC): France was able to conquer the Iberian peninsula, but the English have a foothold on French soil.\n\n3. Turkey (4 SC): The furniture empire was able to take Greece, but further success is in doubt with Austrian and Italian forces knocking at the gates."
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": " Moscow Press: Fall 1901 Edition \n Commentary of the World \nThe Russian Peace Analysts have conducted an in depth study to analyze the conditions of the world at large.\n\"In the far Western Theatre, it would seem quite convincing that France's position is the more premium. With simplicity in the taking of their own breast in hand, they shall most assuredly have recontrol of their country. If the Germany approves of these retakings, England shall be of losing in that region. Speakings of the German, Russia is pleased to announce that Germany seems quite congenial in their respects of our borders. As such, we almost assuredly shall be making happy times with them, and no attackings shall happen. In the Southern Triangle, things are a bit more hair-pulling frustrating. The lovey-dovey relationships that occur between the Pope-farm animal-plumber and the possibly Satanist-liars is quite disturbing. It is as one empire, that has two more key cities than Russia. We are even a little discouraged that the Switzerland studies has rated us above them. While the livings of the Turks is quite appaling to the Motherland, it appears that we must be protecings of the weak Southern state, unless the Lepantos are to make sweet dealings with us.\"\nA more in depth interview into this study and its analytics is to follow."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " 24-ish Hour Warning: Fall 1902 Orders are due Tomorrow, 30 October at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "OniLever",
"message": "Sorry for the recent lack of posting and PM'ing, gents. I've Turkey's president has been pretty sick the last few days. Hopefully, I'll be able to be more diplomatic in the next couple of days."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "I'm still waiting on England/Meklor's orders. I've sent him a PM. If I don't get them by tomorrow night, he'll be NMR."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Fall 1902 Orders \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n Austria-Hungary \nA bud supports A gal hold\nA gal holds\nF gre supports F aeg -> bul/sc\nA rum holds\n\n England \nA bel holds\nA lon holds\nF bre -> mao\nF iri supports F bre -> mao\nF nth -> eng\n\n France \nA bur holds\nA gas -> bre\nA par supports A gas -> bre\n F mao -> iri Bounced with iri 1:1, dislodged from eng 2:1 \n Germany \nA den holds\nF hel holds\nF hol holds\nA kie -> ruh\nA mun -> tyr\n\n Italy \n F aeg -> bul/sc Bounced with bul 2:3 \nA apu -> tun convoy path: apu -> ion -> tun \nF ion convoys A apu -> tun\nA ser supports A rum hold\n\n Russia \nF nwy -> nth\n F sev -> rum Bounced against rum 1:2 \nF ska supports F nwy -> nth\nA swe holds\nA ukr supports A war -> gal\n A war -> gal Bounced against gal 2:2 \n Turkey \nF bla supports A bul hold\nA bul holds\nA con supports A bul hold\n F smy -> aeg Failed because Italy: F aeg -> bul/sc failed \n Retreats Due: French F mao can retreat to por, spa/nc, naf, nao or disband\n\n Winter 1902 Builds Available: \n\nAustria: 1 build\nEngland: 1 disband\nFrance: 1 build\nGermany: N/A\nItaly: 1 build\nRussia: N/A\nTurkey: N/A\n\nStezerok, your retreat is due tomorrow, 1 November by 2200 EST (0300 GMT) \n\nBuilds are due Friday, 2 November by 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Wow ... kudos to Russia for getting a fleet into the North Sea in 1902. Doubly so if that fleet is there with the knowledge and consent of England and Germany."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "-- The map above has been updated to include the French retreat:\n\nFrench F mao retreats to por\n\n Swiss News and World Report: 1902 \n\n1. Russia (6 SC): The Bear has remained steady at 6 SC, but controls the northern seas and has so far not lost any ground to the Italo-Austrian alliance.\n\n2. Germany (5 SC): Germany has also seen no growth, but has made a daring thrust into Tyrolia and looks to threaten the Italian and Austrian homefront.\n\n2. France (5 SC): France successfully recaptured Brest this year, but naval defeats have slowed its attack on the British Isles.\n\n2. Austria-Hungary/Italy (5 SC): With the strong support of its Italian allies, Austria-Hungary has continued to make strides in the conquest of the Balkans. The Italians have taken Tunis, and both nations are poised to wreak havoc on the Turks in the coming year.\n\n3. England (4 SC): In a repeat of the Hundred Years War, the English were forced from Normandy and Brittany this year. With enemy naval forces quickly taking control of the surrounding seas, England will surely need a continental ally if it is to survive the coming years.\n\n3. Turkey (4 SC): The bird has been able to hold the line this year against strong Italo-Austrian attacks. However, they are sorely outnumbered and will need major assistance or a miracle to survive the next few seasons."
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": " Moscow Press: Winter 1902 Edition \n Peace Czar Declares Dominion of North Sea \"Consentual\" \n\"Well you see, my good friends, the thrust into the North Sea was discussed, though not perhaps at length. In the end, however, it became clear that the British and Germans were not of the complaining. We took their silence to be consent, and made this bold move, that shall surely profit all of our countries in the coming years.\"\n Russian Press Would Also Like to Alert the Swiss that the Austro-Hungarian-Italian Alliance bears 10 Major Cities rather than 5. "
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": " The Vatican Times \n Pope Reminds Russian Thinking-Czar That AH and Italy Are Seperate Countries \nAdding, \"If you're going to accuse us as being one nation, at least come up with a creative and amusing name. Might I suggest: Hungary-For-Spaghetti.\""
},
{
"author": "stezerok",
"message": "hey uh, don't mean to sound nagging, but have everyone sent in their build orders? I usually get the most free time on the weekends so I'm excited to see what's happening..."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Winter 1902 Results \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n\nAustria: Builds A vie\nEngland: Disbands A lon\nFrance: Builds F mar\nItaly: Builds A ven\n\nSorry, for the delay - I've been busing refereeing the State Soccer Championships here.\n\nAs a friendly reminder, Spring 1903 Orders are due Tuesday, 6 November by 2200 EST (0300 GMT). "
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": " Moscow Press: Spring 1901 Edition \n Soon-to-be-Appointed \"Thinking-Czar\" Has Italians to Thank \nTruly, the use of such a novel position was questionable, but upon the Italian mention of its necessity, the High Czar acted quickly to create this position. The sole purpose of this Czar is to devise imaginative, though possible derogatory names for nations the Empire plans to exploit the natural resources of.\nA contest has been proposed throughout all Europe - he who can find the most amusing names for the lands outside of the Russian Empire shall be granted this position."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " 12-Hour Warning: Spring 1903 Moves due Today at 2200 EST (0300GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Spring 1903 Results \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Austria-Hungary \n A bud -> gal Bounced 1:1 with war \n A gal -> ukr Bounced with ukr 1:1 \n A rum supports A gal -> ukr Support cut by move from sev \n A vie -> tri Bounced 1:1 with ven \nF gre -> aeg\n\n England \nA bel -> gas Convoy path bel -> eng -> mao -> gas \nF eng convoys A bel -> gas\nF mao convoys A bel -> gas\nF iri -> wal\n\n France \nA bre supports A par -> pic\nA par -> pic\nF mar -> spa/sc\nA bur supports A ruh -> bel\n F por -> mao Bounced with mao 1:1 \n Germany \nA den holds No order received, hold order assigned \n F hel -> den Bounced with den 1:1 \nA tyr -> mun\nA ruh -> bel\nF hol supports A ruh -> bel\n\n Italy \nF aeg -> eas\nF ion supports F gre -> aeg\nA ser supports A rum\nA tun holds\n A ven -> tri Bounced with vie 1:1 \n Russia \nA swe -> edi Convoy path swe -> ska -> nth -> edi \nF ska convoys A swe -> edi\nF nth convoys A swe -> edi\n F sev -> rum Bounced with rum 1:2 \n A ukr supports F sev -> rum Support cut by move from gal \n A war -> gal Bounced with bud 1:1 \n Turkey \nNo moves received; All units tasked to hold\n\n No retreating units, retreat phase skipped \n Fall 1903 orders are due Friday, 9 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "stezerok",
"message": "Wow. Totally did not realize that double convoying was even possible...\n\nHey I thought there was some rule about disrupting convoys? how does one go about doing that? do you have to actually dislodge the fleet?\n\nthanks,\n-Stezerok"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "According to the Diplomacy rulebook, the following can cause a convoy order to fail:\n\n1. Dislodgement of the convoying unit\n2. The convoy order causes a standoff -- example French F eng convoys A pic -> lon, English A lon holds\n\nIt's on page 12 if you want to read more.\n\nYou can have unlimited convoys. In the Youngstown map, you could convoy from Tokyo to London if you had the available fleets."
},
{
"author": "stezerok",
"message": "ah thanks... maybe I need to freshen up on the rules a little bit lol..."
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": "Well it IS interesting that the first two convoys happened to occur on the same turn and involve the same conflict."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " 24-ish Hour Warning: Fall 1903 orders are due Friday, 9 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Fall 1903 Results \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Austria-Hungary \n\nNMR, all units tasked to hold\n\n England \n F eng -> lon Bounced with nth 1:1 \n A gas supports A bur Support failed. Move orders must be supported explicitly \n F wal -> lvp Bounced with edi 1:1 \nF mao -> iri\n\n France \n\nA bre holds\nA bur -> par\nA pic supports A bre\nF por -> spa/nc\nF spa/sc -> mar\n\n Germany \n\nA bel holds\n A den -> swe Bounced with ska 1:1 \n F hel -> den Failed because German A den -> swe failed \nF hol holds\nA mun holds\n\n Italy \n\nF eas convoys A tun -> syr\nF ion convoys A tun -> syr\nA ser supports A rum\nA tun -> syr Convoy path: tun -> ion -> eas -> syr \nA ven -> tyr\n\n Russia \n A edi -> lvp Bounced with wal 1:1 \n F nth -> lon Bounced with eng 1:1 \nF sev supports A ukr -> rum\n F ska -> swe Bounced with den 1:1 \n A ukr -> rum Bounced with rum 2:2 \n A war -> gal Bounced with gal 1:1 \n Turkey \n\nNMR, all units tasked to hold\n\n 1903 Builds \n\nAustria: N/A\nEngland: 2 disbands needed\nFrance: N/A\nGermany: 1 build\nItaly: N/A\nRussia: 1 build\nTurkey: N/A\n\nI'll start looking for a replacement for Onilever since he's had 2 consecutive NMRs and hasn't been active since the 2nd.\n\n Winter 1903 Build Orders are due Sunday, 11 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Elektro \n Fall 1903 Results \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Austria-Hungary \n\nNMR, all units tasked to hold\n\n England \n F eng -> lon Bounced with nth 1:1 \n A gas supports A bur Support failed. Move orders must be supported explicitly \n F wal -> lvp Bounced with edi 1:1 \nF mao -> iri\n\n France \n\nA bre holds\nA bur -> par\nA pic supports A bre\nF por -> spa/nc\nF spa/sc -> mar\n\n Germany \n\nA bel holds\n A den -> swe Bounced with ska 1:1 \n F hel -> den Failed because German A den -> swe failed \nF hol holds\nA mun holds\n\n Italy \n\nF eas convoys A tun -> syr\nF ion convoys A tun -> syr\nA ser supports A rum\nA tun -> syr Convoy path: tun -> ion -> eas -> syr \nA ven -> tyr\n\n Russia \n A edi -> lvp Bounced with wal 1:1 \n F nth -> lon Bounced with eng 1:1 \nF sev supports A ukr -> rum\n F ska -> swe Bounced with den 1:1 \n A ukr -> rum Bounced with rum 2:2 \n A war -> gal Bounced with gal 1:1 \n Turkey \n\nNMR, all units tasked to hold\n\n 1903 Builds \n\nAustria: N/A\nEngland: 2 disbands needed\nFrance: N/A\nGermany: 1 build\nItaly: N/A\nRussia: 1 build\nTurkey: N/A\n\nI'll start looking for a replacement for Onilever since he's had 2 consecutive NMRs and hasn't been active since the 2nd.\n\n Winter 1903 Build Orders are due Sunday, 11 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) \n \n\nSorry was away and I had no access to a computer... :("
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Alright, Elektro asked me if I was willing to try to pull Turkey out of this tailspin, and goshdarnit, I'm going to try my best. You can wait for official confirmation of my Turkish coup if you'd like, but I'm not going to. Messages will be sent tonight. Angry, threatening messages."
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": "Omygod, Moody's taken over Turkey! We're all screwed!\n\nRUN FOR THE HILLS!"
},
{
"author": "stezerok",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Moody the Wise \n Alright, Elektro asked me if I was willing to try to pull Turkey out of this tailspin, and goshdarnit, I'm going to try my best. You can wait for official confirmation of my Turkish coup if you'd like, but I'm not going to. Messages will be sent tonight. Angry, threatening messages. \n \n\nwell I'm sure we're glad to have you! thanks for coming to play with us ;)"
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by stezerok \n well I'm sure we're glad to have you! thanks for coming to play with us ;) \n \n\nI'm glad to be here, although I wish I were inheriting a better tactical position. Still, if I die, I'm going kicking and screaming.\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by darthmario \n Omygod, Moody's taken over Turkey! We're all screwed!\n\nRUN FOR THE HILLS! \n \n\nI believe you meant to say:\n\n\"Ohmygod, Moody's taken over an almost-dead Turkey, and I have a really tight alliance with Austria-Hungary! I'm so not screwed! NEFTREN, I'LL RACE YOU TO THE HILLS OF ANKARA!\""
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Moody the Wise \n I'm glad to be here, although I wish I were inheriting a better tactical position. Still, if I die, I'm going kicking and screaming and sarcasming . \n \n\nCorrection mine. :P\n\nGood to see you. And yes, that is what I meant to say. Silly me."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by darthmario \n I'm glad to be here, although I wish I were inheriting a better tactical position. Still, if I die, I'm going kicking and screaming and sarcasming. \n \n\nActually, I've already gone years into the future to confiscate John McCain's campaign bus, the Straight Talk Express. Expect some serious straight-talking in my press soon.\n\nIn other news, why won't anyone return my messages?😡"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Berne Beobachter: December 1903 Edition \n\n1. Russia (7, +1): Russia has gained a foothold in England and looks to secure the rest of the nation in the coming year.\n\n2. Germany (6, +1): Germany has completed its conquest of the Low Countries. Will it continue its attack on Scandinavia and challenge the Bear for supremacy?\n\n3. France (5, 0): France was forced on the defensive this year by a daring amphibious invasion of Gascony, but looks to bring the English to their knees in 1904.\n\n3. Austria, Italy (5 each, 0): Austria and Italy continue their envelopment of the Turks. While no Turkish centers fell to the alliance, the partners control of the Med and the provinces surrounding the Turkish mainland. With their preponderance of forces, things look good for their continued expansion.\n\n4. Turkey (4, 0): The Turks took 1903 off, making no movements of their forces. However, the previous Turkish government has been deposed. Will the new sultan hold off the Italo-Austrian alliance long enough for the Russians to turn the tide or for the alliance to shatter on its own accord?\n\n5. England (2, -2): It was a bad year for the English, with their loss of their Continental foothold and the invasion of Scotland. With the French and Russians racing to take London and Liverpool, the English might not be long for this world.\n\n\n Other General Announcements: \n\n \n Originally Posted by Neftren \n Sorry was away and I had no access to a computer... :( \n \n\n1. In the future, please PM me or post here if you are going to be unable to get orders in by the deadline. I have no problem with delaying a day or two in order to prevent NMRs. Just let me know so I know you plan to submit orders and haven't dropped off the face of the earth.\n\n2. Moody has graciously agreed to take over for Onilever who is MIA. He'll be playing as Turkey, at least for as long as he can keep it alive . 😁\n\n3. If any of you are looking for some more Diplo action, we need a replacement for Japan in Of Emperors and Presidents. Send a PM to J-Muller and let me know if you're interested. The game thread is here ."
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": "I would like an extension on builds until Monday because of my absence yesterday and my new ability to communicate with Turkey. I will still be able to post moves by Tuesday, seeing as my strategy would vary very little depending on which fleets England sacks and from which particular angle Germany tries to assault me.\nWith that aside, however, I DO need the build no matter what my plans may be.\n\n Moscow Press: Winter 1903 Edition \n Russia has No One to Invite to its Grand Ball \nThe Christmas ballroom is empty this year, as Russia simply doesn't have any friends.\n\"W-we . . . made cookies . . . and watched m-movies and . . . why does no one want to be our friends? WHY?\" said the weepy Czar of Foreign Affairs before he broke down crying in a reporter's arms.\nWhen informed that the reporter would be his friend and that he may be able to vacation in warmer climates next winter, he was much appeased."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Winter 1903 Builds now due Tomorrow, 12 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT)\n\nSpring 1904 Orders are still due Tuesday, 13 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": "Thank you very much!"
},
{
"author": "stezerok",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Moody the Wise \n In other news, why won't anyone return my messages?😡 \n \n\naww... Now I feel left out... I haven't gotten any new messages... ☹️"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Winter 1903 Results \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n England \nRemoves A gas\nRemoves F iri\n\n Germany \nBuilds F kie\n\n Russia \nBuild F stp/nc\n\n\nUnless someone requests otherwise, this is your\n 12-Hour Warning: Spring 1904 Orders are due Tonight at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Spring 1904 Orders \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Austria-Hungary \nF aeg -> gre\nA bud supports A rum\n A gal -> ukr Bounced with ukr 1:1 \n A rum supports A gal -> ukr Support cut by move from sev \n A vie -> gal Failed because Austrian A gal -> ukr failed \n England \nF wal -> lvp\nF eng -> lon\n\n France \nA par -> gas\nA bre holds\nF mar -> spa/sc\nF spa/nc -> mao\nA pic -> bur\n\n Germany \nA den holds\nA mun holds\nA bel holds\nF kie -> bal\nF hel supports F hol -> nth\nF hol -> nth\n\n Italy \nA tyr -> pie\nF ion -> tys\nF eas supports A syr -> smy\nA syr -> smy\nA ser supports A rum hold\n\n Russia \nA edi -> yor\n F nth supports A edi -> yor Support cut by move from hol, dislodged from hol 2:1 \n F sev -> rum Bounced against rum 1:3 \nF ska -> swe\nF stp/nc -> nwy\n A ukr supports F sev -> rum Support cut by move from gal \n A war -> gal Bounced with vie 1:1 \n Turkey \nF smy -> con\nA con -> arm Convoy path: con -> bla -> arm \nF bla convoys A con -> arm\nA bul holds\n\n Retreats: Russian F nth can retreat to nrg, ska, edi, eng or disband.\n\nGet your retreat to me ASAP Highwarlord."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "I assume the map will be up at the given time?"
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": "F nth->ska\nNo secrets here, no need to waste time and a PM slot."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "Map above is updated with your retreat.\n\nUnless I hear any objections,\n\n Fall 1904 Orders are due Friday, 16 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "Heh, Highwarlord, we've fought eachother to a standstill with the same moves over and over again..."
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Neftren \n Heh, Highwarlord, we've fought eachother to a standstill with the same moves over and over again... \n \n\nHurrah for stalemate lines!"
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "Just like the Trenches of World War I. Hey wait, this game is based on that time period! Ahahahaaha AHAHAHA AH. Erm. Scuse me. 😁"
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": " Russian Peace Czar Denies Standoff, Calling it \"Good Defense\" \n Peace Experts Curious in Regards to Turkish Convoys - Perhaps Sultan Enjoys Playing With Boats? \n\nAnd in a question of rules - armies supporting CAN receive defensive support themselves, correct (as was the case in Rumania)?"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Highwarlord \n [\nAnd in a question of rules - armies supporting CAN receive defensive support themselves, correct (as was the case in Rumania)? \n \n\nOn page 7 of the Diplomacy Rulebook:\n\n Supporting a Unit: \n-- A unit not ordered to move can be supported by a support order that only mentions its province. A unit that is ordered to hold, convoy or support, or not ordered at all can receive support in holding its position. \n\nI hope that clarifies things a bit.\n\nAlso, this will be the schedule for this and next (Thanksgiving) week:\n\nFri, 16 Nov: Fall 1904 orders due\nSat, 17 Nov: Fall Retreats due\nMon, 19 Nov: Winter 1904 Builds due\nMon, 26 Nov: Spring 1905 orders due\n\nIf this is unacceptable for anyone, please let me know and I will work something out to satisfy everyone's schedules."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "I assume JDip does all the necessary calculations...?"
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Neftren \n I assume JDip does all the necessary calculations...? \n \n\nYep, jDip faithfully does all calculations for you. Of course, any GM worth his salt can also do them all in his head ... =)"
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "Of course...\n\n\nAs for the so called \"Good Defense\", the Russians have been doing the primary assaulting while the armies in Galicia, Rumania and Budapest have been primarily defending. Cease and Desist they say! Cease and Desist! \n\nOr you could sit back and watch Moody the Wise walk the plank as the fleets of Italy slowly swamp him and end in his ultimate demise. Or sit back and watch my armies roll over your petty little white tokens on that real diplomacy map I know you've got set up... 😁\n\nHeh, I miss the days when I spent hours just sitting at a diplomacy board, staring at it until we had to send in our orders... and in those days we played with the espionage variant where you could intercept the other person's orders... 😁"
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": "I will be unavailable between Friday and Sunday morning Pacific time. I can get my moves in before Friday, but will not be able to post builds/retreats on time.\n\nAs to the map, I sadly use JDip."
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": " This is your unofficial 5-ish hour warning! "
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": "Long 5 hours, eh?"
},
{
"author": "stezerok",
"message": "All is Quiet on the Western Front what?"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Fall 1904 Results \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Austria-Hungary \nF gre -> bul/sc\nA vie supports A gal\n A bud -> rum Failed because A rum -> ukr failed \nA gal supports A rum-> ukr\n A rum -> ukr Bounced with ukr 2:2 \n England \nF lvp holds\nF lon holds\n\n France \nF spa/sc -> wes\nF mao -> naf\nA gas supports A bur -> mar\nA bur -> mar\nA bre -> pic\n\n Germany \nA bel -> yor Convoy path bel -> nth -> yor \nF nth convoys A bel -> yor\nF hel supports F nth\nF bal supports A den\nA den holds\nA mun holds\n\n Italy \nA ser supports F gre -> bul/sc\n A pie -> mar Bounced with bur 1:2 \nF tys -> lyo\nF eas supports F smy\nF smy holds\n\n Russia \nF swe supports F ska -> den\n F ska -> den Bounced with den 2:2 \nF nwy supports F swe\nA yor -> edi\n A ukr supports F sev Support cut by move from rum \nA war supports A ukr\n F sev supports A arm -> rum Support failed. Supported unit's order did not match support given. Dislodged from bul 2:1, no retreat possible, unit destroyed \n Turkey \nA bul -> sev Convoy path: bul -> bla -> sev \nF bla convoys A bul -> sev\nA arm supports A bul -> sev\n F con -> smy Bounced with smy 1:2 \n Winter 1904 Adjustments \nAustria-Hungary: 1 build\nEngland: N/A\nFrance: N/A\nGermany: N/A\nItaly: 1 build\nRussia: N/A\nTurkey: 1 disband\n\nOoC: Sorry for the delay. My computer's RAM has decided that this would be a good time to crap out, what with all my med school app deadlines now and all. 🫤\n As stated before, Winter 1904 Adjustments are due tomorrow, Monday 19 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Berner Beobachter - 2 January 1905 \n 1904: The Year in Review \n\n1. Russia (6, -1): Russia has suffered defeats on all fronts this year, with the loss of Sevastapol to the Turks and the German offensives in the north. Will 1905 see the Bear returned to its former prominence?\n\n1. Germany (6, 0): Germany has used this year to set up for a strong push in the North Atlantic. With a successful invasion of Britain, control of the North Sea, and France and Russia busy on other fronts, the German Empire seems poised to make large gains in the coming year.\n\n1. Austria-Hungary (6, +1) and Italy (6, +1): The two buddies have helped each other grow in the last year and have reached the top of the rankings. Italy has moved west to attack France while Austria-Hungary looks to clean up Turkey and push into Russian territory.\n\n2. France (5, 0): The French have held steady over the past year. They will be occupied with the Italians in the Med, but have early naval superiority.\n\n3. Turkey (3, -1): Turkey lost Smyrnia and Bulgaria this year, but siezed Sevastopol in a daring raid. However, with enemies on all fronts it is uncertain whether Turkey will soon be be cooked.\n\n4. Britain (2, 0): The British forces spent 1904 protecting their major cities. However, with both German and Russian forces on their mainland, it is only a matter of time before London and Liverpool fall."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "Well there's only one legal place for me to build. That's Trieste, so I'll be building there. No need to be secretive about it. Unless you're allowing us to build elsewhere?"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Neftren \n Well there's only one legal place for me to build. That's Trieste, so I'll be building there. No need to be secretive about it. Unless you're allowing us to build elsewhere? \n \n\nNope, home centers only. But I need to know if it's an army or a fleet. I'll post the updated map then."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "The powers that be shall command it to be an Army!\nMake it So! With a flash, a small red token appears.\n\nWell, it's an army token, whaddya expect?"
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": " Russia has Friends, Diplomacy-Czar Says \n\"We . . . we have friends. You don't know who we hang out with! Just because we sit all alone at the diplomatic gatherings and don't give high fives to people in the hallways doesn't mean no one likes us . . . we're just . . .\" said the weepy diplomat during his interview."
},
{
"author": "Darth Mario",
"message": " Pope Expresses Annoyance at Continued Use of AH-Italy Grouping by Swiss \nSaying, \"Really, I thought we had covered this. We are certainly NOT the same nation and should not be treated like it. Italy has armies in Piedmont, and our German friends would surely help us invade Switzerland if we asked.\" When someone pointed out that the Alps were, in fact, impassible to armies, the Pope mumbled something incoherent about God's will and teleportation.\n\n Vatican Apologizes to France \nIn a suprise interview, the Pope stated, \"We were merely attempting to protect the city from German attack.\" When someone pointed out that Germany did not, in fact, control an army near Mar, the Pope mumbled something about the Devil's will and teleportation."
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": " Yakov Zel'dovich Leads Peace Experts in Discovering that Austritalia IS a Country \n\"Truly, comrades, their strategy is more cohesive than that of many singular nations,\" the wise scientist points out, \"And combined, they are just like that of Christmas!\"\n Government Bemoans Remaining Lack of \"Thinking Czar\" \n\"It is greatly distressing that we still call the silly southern empire the Austritalians,\" the Peace Czar said in his interview earlier this week. \"In truth, I too would be more than filled with happiness to see the Thinking Czar position filled and another name provided,\" the Diplomacy Czar confided in his response, \"We would like to take this opportunity to remind the world at large that one need not be Russian to identify a name for this fat and silly mediterranean empire.\""
},
{
"author": "stezerok",
"message": "hey there ya'll, long time, no see!\n\njust thought I'd wish everybody a happy thanksgiving!\n\n-Prime Minister Stezerok"
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "So... is the new map gonna go up?"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Winter 1904 Results \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Austria-Hungary: Builds A tri\n Italy: Builds F nap\n Turkey: Disbands F bla\n\n Spring 1905 Moves are now due Tuesday, 26 November at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "I only have four sets of orders right now. If you want to have orders count for Spring 1905, please get them in by this evening."
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": "Mine is in, yes?"
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "Well I have a Balance of Power Moves [Austria-Hungary] PM in my Sent Folder, so I'm pretty sure it got sent in."
},
{
"author": "stezerok",
"message": "yea, so how's it going Elektro? we've been moving pretty slow lately... Has everybody got their moves in?"
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "I apologize for the hold up. Apparantly I sent my moves in a little to early, and they got washed out of his inbox. So if it was just me people were waiting on, then the situation has been remedied."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "Without further ado,\n\n Spring 1905 Results \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Austria-Hungary \nA bud supports A rum\nA gal -> ukr\nA rum supports A gal -> ukr\nA vie -> gal\nA tri -> vie\nF bul holds\n\n England \nF lvp holds\nF lon supports F nwy -> nth\n\n France \nA gas supports A mar\nA mar holds\nF naf -> tun\nA pic -> bur\n F wes -> spa/sc Bounced with pie 1:1 \n Germany \nF bal -> swe\n A den supports F bal -> swe Support cut by move from swe, dislodged from swe 2:1 \nF hel supports F nth\n F nth supports A yor -> edi Support cut by move from nwy \n A yor -> edi Failed because A edi -> lvp failed \nA mun -> tyr\n\n Italy \n A pie -> spa Bounced with wes 1:1, Convoy route: pie -> lys -> spa \nF lys convoys A pie -> spa\n F eas -> eas Invalid order, hold order assigned \nF nap -> tys\nA ser supports A rum\nA smy -> ank\n\n Russia \n A edi -> lvp Bounced with lvp 1:1 \n F nwy -> nth Bounced with nth 2:2 \nF ska supports F swe -> den\nF swe -> den\nA ukr -> mos\nA war holds\n\n Turkey \n A sev -> ukr Bounced with gal 1:2\nA arm supports F con -> smy\nF con -> smy\n\nGerman A den can retreat to kie or disband. Get me your retreat as soon as you can please Mavian.\n\nSince this week is pretty much over:\n\n Fall 1905 Orders are due Monday, 3 December at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "He'll retreat to Kie"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "I need orders still from Neftren (Austria) and darthmario (Italy). Get them to me ASAP."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "Oh, sorry. I was waiting for the newest version of the map before sending them in... will go PM them to you ASAP."
},
{
"author": "stezerok",
"message": " White Flag Tribune \n Prime Minister on the war \nThe Prime Minister had only a few words to say today of the Austro-Italian alliance:\n\"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!\"\n\n\n\nP.S. Russia you know you feel the love! ;)"
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": " I'm Dreaming of a WHITE Christmas Declared the True Christmas Anthem by the Duly Appointed \"Holiday Czar\" "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Kaiser Mavian today released a statement revealing that the Russians are attempting to keep Christmas from coming.\n\n \"We have had word from our new swedish allies that the Russian Czar has declared the North Pole to be sovereign Russian territory, and has imprisoned Saint Nick for crimes against the state. We as citizens of the world, can not allow this to stand, as Saint Nick must be allowed to perform his holiday duties, and demand that the Czar release him immediately.\" "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "The Austro-Hungarian Times has put out a special edition issue wishing the other nations the happiest of holidays. It calls for a temporary peace, and wishes the Russians the best of luck against the Germans and the British.\n\nThe People of Austria-Hungary salute the French and proudly declare to them, \"Prepare to Sink!\" as the Italian Navy closes in upon them.\n-------\n\n\nAnyway, happy holidays to everyone. Yes, that includes the Turkish and the Russians.\n\nOh and Mavian, you didn't respond to my PM about Trieste... are you going to do as I asked...?"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Fall 1905 Orders \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Austria-Hungary \nA bud -> vie\n F bul/sc -> con Bounced with smy 1:1 \nA gal -> sil\n A rum -> sev Failed because A sev -> mos failed \n A ukr supports A rum -> sev Support cut by move from war \nA vie -> tri\n\n England \nF lvp holds\nF lon holds\n\n France \nA bur supports A mar\nA gas -> spa\nA mar holds\nF tun supports A wes -> tys\nF wes -> tys\n\n Germany \nF hel -> den\nA kie supports F hel -> den\nF nth supports F swe -> nwy\nF swe -> nwy\nA tyr -> ven\n A yor -> lon Bounced with lon 1:1 \n Italy \n No orders received, all units tasked to hold \n F tys holds Dislodged from wes 2:1 \n Russia \nF den -> swe\n A edi -> yor Failed because A yor -> lon failed \n a mos -> ukr Bounced with ukr 1:1 \n A war -> ukr Bounced with ukr 1:1 \n F nwy -> nth Bounced with nth 1:1, dislodged from swe 2:1 \nF ska supports F den -> swe\n\n Turkey \n A arm -> ank Bounced with ank 1:1 \n a sev -> mos Failed because A mos -> ukr failed \n F smy -> con Bounced with bul/sc 1:1 \n Retreats \nItalian F tys can retreat to tus, rom, nap, ion or disband\nRussian F nwy can retreat to nwy, bar, stp/nc or disband\n\n Fall 1904 Retreats due Tomorrow, Thursday 6 December at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) \n Adjustments \nFrance: 1 build available\nGermany: 2 builds available\nItaly: 2 disbands needed\nRussia: 1 disband needed\n\n Winter 1906 Adjustments due Saturday 8 December at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) \n\nOoC: darthmario, post here or PM to confirm your interest in staying in this game. If I don't hear by Friday, I will replace you."
},
{
"author": "stezerok",
"message": "hmm... thats a pity... I was hoping to have someone to play against in the battle for the Italian Peninsula..."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": " He takes a step to the left, before jumping to the right. He then places his hands on his hips, and brings his knees in tight. \n\nI'm going to stop before the pelvic thrusting though. Just thought I'd mention it seems we're caught in a TimeWarp as it was 1905, but says next year will be 1904"
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": "F nwy will retreat to stp"
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "Bah. My partner is missing... I think he's on like...vacation or something..."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "So, I haven't heard anything from darthmario. You all have these choices:\n\n1. We look for a replacement player and delay the game until then.\n2. I will play as Italy using holds and supported holds ONLY. I will post the moves publicly on this game thread for all to see.\n3. We don't look for a replacement and just let Italy NMR until it's eliminated.\n\nPlease let me know what you all want to do. If you have a better idea, let us all know."
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": "I motion that we do #1 for a little while (several days, decided on now) and then skip to # 3."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "#1 makes sense to me, especially with the holiday season coming up."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "I vote option 4.\n\n4. Italy is placed under the direct control of a military tribunal constituted by representatives of each remaining European power and moderated by the Swiss. Each season, every power submits along with its own orders the orders it would like to see Italy's units be given. The results are compiled by expert Swiss clerks and the most popular orders are assigned to each unit. In the event of ties, for example if three powers order A Pie-Mar and the other three order A Pie-Tyr, the unit will hold. The taking of any currently owned Italian supply center will disqualify the aggressor nation from membership in the tribunal, although moves against Italian units up to and including the dislodgement thereof will not.\n\nOr if nobody else votes for that, my other vote is for option number one, because a new Italy might actually side with me."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "I'd be up for option 1, and Moody's option 4. Which is quite nice, except for that one unit sitting in my heartland..."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "I am fine with option four. I will start looking for a replacement, but we're getting kinda sparse since almost everyone is already playing in multiple games.\n\nIf we choose 4, I'd make an executive Swiss decision that A ser holds. That's the only way it would be fair to Neftren."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Wait, fair to Neftren? Since when are we concerned with being fair? What happened to \"all is fair in love and WAR\"? He runs just as legitimate a risk of A Serbia going somewhere under a real Italian player as he does under a disco ordinated* multi-national military tribunal - perhaps even more so under the leadership of a real Italian player. It's his own gosh-darn fault for letting Italy into Serbia. He wouldn't be where he is now if it weren't for the risks he took in trusting Italy, and he should be prepared to deal with the consequences.\n\nThis massage brought to you by the Strongbadian Ministry of Nicety.^\n\n*I had to; my spell-checker was complaining about discoordinated not being a \"word\", and suggested either dis coordinated or disco ordinated. It was too funny to pass up.\n\n^Unintentional cross-game humor. I didn't even realize this was the wrong thread for the joke until I looked down the page and didn't see my previous post about it, but I'm leaving it because it's funny. The game it came from is Genesis of Empires ."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Moody the Wise \n Wait, fair to Neftren? Since when are we concerned with being fair? What happened to \"all is fair in love and WAR\"? \n \n\nTrue. But this is DIPLOMACY, see, so I don't have to be fair. 😁 But seriously, if everyone chooses option 4 and the majority agrees with Moody on the role of A ser, then we'll go with his idea. Mob rule, baby."
},
{
"author": "stezerok",
"message": "I'm down for looking for a few days. and as others have said, if that yields no results, then lets go with the option 4. I agree with Moody though, Serbia should be able to do whatever it wants when you decide which players orders to go with Elektro. Especially considering that we don't know if Darthmario left it in there for the intent of betraying Austria in future anyhow."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by stezerok \n Especially considering that we don't know if Darthmario left it in there for the intent of betraying Austria in future anyhow. \n \n\nAmen to that."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Elektro \n True. But this is DIPLOMACY, see, so I don't have to be fair. 😁 But seriously, if everyone chooses option 4 and the majority agrees with Moody on the role of A ser, then we'll go with his idea. Mob rule, baby. \n \n\nWell I don't mind the option 4, but I do think that it should be a hold order, since if I attack it, I automatically lose voting rights in the tribunal. That means that Italy can run around in the middle of my heartland and take everything, with me powerless to stop it.\n\nEdit: As for the Betrayal card, no it actually wasn't. A Serb was there as a support mechanism, in the event we were compromised by the Turkish. Which didn't actually happen, but..."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Neftren \n Well I don't mind the option 4, but I do think that it should be a hold order, since if I attack it, I automatically lose voting rights in the tribunal. That means that Italy can run around in the middle of my heartland and take everything, with me powerless to stop it.\n\nEdit: As for the Betrayal card, no it actually wasn't. A Serb was there as a support mechanism, in the event we were compromised by the Turkish. Which didn't actually happen, but... \n \n\nWell, yes, of course that's why YOU though A Serbia was there ...\n\nAnd to clarify, you can attack it, you can even dislodge it, but you don't lost membership in the tribunal until you take the SC.\n\nAnd again, Italy going crazy in your heartland is something you should be prepared for with a real Italy too. I don't think that the possibility of it happening under a tribunal is really inconveniencing you, since that possibility exists at least as strongly under a real player. If anything, having that unit hold under a tribunal would be unfairly shielding you."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " 4. Italy is placed under the direct control of a military tribunal constituted by representatives of each remaining European power and moderated by the Swiss. Each season, every power submits along with its own orders the orders it would like to see Italy's units be given. The results are compiled by expert Swiss clerks and the most popular orders are assigned to each unit. In the event of ties, for example if three powers order A Pie-Mar and the other three order A Pie-Tyr, the unit will hold. The taking of any currently owned Italian supply center will disqualify the aggressor nation from membership in the tribunal , although moves against Italian units up to and including the dislodgement thereof will not. \n\nThat's how I interpreted it."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Neftren \n That's how I interpreted it. \n \n\nYes, that is correct. I was merely emphasizing that you can attack the unit until the cows come home with no repercussions. It isn't until you take the supply center of Serbia (or any other supply center currently owned by Italy) that you lose stock in the tribunal."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "So in order to prevent the rest of Italy going after me, I must allow Italy herself to destroy me, while I am powerless to react... I'm sure most of you aren't exactly going to be friendly towards AH, since you (Moody) was almost wiped out by us, the Russians have fought with us since the beginning, Germany has decided to expand south since it's losing it's war against Russia and England is almost wiped off the map anyway. France is probably doing the best here at holding it's own."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Um, German's southern expansion has absolutetly nothing to do with the war with Russia, it has more to do with NAP's and MDT's.\n\nAnd how exactly am I losing a that fight?"
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Neftren, if you recall, I was very friendly towards you when I took over this besieged power. I also think it's unfair to say that I have almost been wiped out by you and Italy. My predecessor was quickly going the way of the dodo, but in my two years as Sultan I've lost only one net supply center.\n\nBut I have a diplomatic solution. Italy needs to disband two units this Winter anyway. How's about one of them is A Serbia by default, and the other chosen by tribunal? Then you won't have to worry about A Serbia wreaking any havoc on you."
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": "I concur with the latest statement.\nNeftren can choose to remove himself from the tribunal and take Serbia, or just leave Serbia sitting their unmolested.\n\nI also vote Option 4."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Moody the Wise \n Neftren, if you recall, I was very friendly towards you when I took over this besieged power. I also think it's unfair to say that I have almost been wiped out by you and Italy. My predecessor was quickly going the way of the dodo, but in my two years as Sultan I've lost only one net supply center. \n \n\nAgreed, although I was referring to your predecessor the Dodo, not you.\n\n\n But I have a diplomatic solution. Italy needs to disband two units this Winter anyway. How's about one of them is A Serbia by default, and the other chosen by tribunal? Then you won't have to worry about A Serbia wreaking any havoc on you. \n\nThat would be acceptable to me. That way I still have some say in Italy's actions, yet do not suffer any consequences of other nations deciding to have a field day in deciding to destroy me.\n\nAnyway, I still say we should probably wait for Mario for another day or two, and look for replacements, then say on Tuesday, which is the next date on the original move submission schedule, submit Build/Retreat/Disband orders."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Berner Beobachter - 11 Januar 1906 \n Italy Falls Into Anarchy, Swiss Asked to Intervene \nWith the ruler of Italy having not be heard from or seen in the fast months, civil disorder has roiled the once great state of Italy. The news of defeats abroad have resulted in the overthrow of the previous government, and numerous factions are currently vying to replace them. The Great Powers are watching these events with great curiosity, and have agreed to implement a supervisory council headed by the Swiss in Geneve if a successor government does not arise.\n\n Swiss News and World Report \n\n1. Germany (8, +2): The German Empire has moved into the driver seat in 1905. Its northern campaign is on the verge of a total breakthrough into the remaining Russian and English provinces. However, a serious threat to its continued expansion arose with the Austro-Hungarian invasion launched last fall.\n\n2. Austria-Hungary (6, 0): The Austro-Hungarians continued to position their forces to invade Russia and Germany. Their position has become tenuous with the disorder in their staunch ally Italy.\n\n2. France (6, +1): The French have continued to make steady progress with the capture of Tunisia from the reeling Italians. Their forces are positioned well to take advantage of any further disorder in Italy.\n\n3. Russia (5, -1): The Bear continues to fall back against strong pressure from all of its neighbors. With the Germans, Austrians and Turks all knocking on Moscow and St. Petersburg's doorstep and Edinburgh isolated, the Russians will desperately need a friend to remain relevant.\n\n4. Italy (4, -2): The Italians suffered from the lack of leadership at home. They position is now tenuous as their forces await orders.\n\n5. Turkey (3, 0): The Turks have held another year, helped immensely by the Italian confusion. The Turks will look to reunite their nation and make gains against an overstretched Austria-Hungary.\n\n6. England (2, 0): The English continue to tenaciously guard their remaining possessions. However, with the continued Franco-German detente and the with the Russians no longer able to defend their possessions on the island, they will soon be hard-pressed.\n\n OoC: Game Information \n\nI have asked a couple of players if they would be willing to step in for Italy. If I find one by Monday, I will ask for 1905 adjustments with a deadline of that Tuesday.\n\nIf I do not find a player I will institute Moody's plan. I will ask for 1905 adjustments and the order for the retreating F tys and the Italian disband (we will disband A ser as agreed above).\n\nJust to remind everyone, this would be the general plan:\n\nI will choose the order with with a plurality of votes. If there is no clear choice or two choices are tied, the unit in question will hold. However, if the armed forces of any nation make a premeditated attack on the Italians, they will be removed from the tribunal. To clarify, any attack (whether successful or not) against an Italian center or unit will cause removal. Any Italian attack or inadvertent bounce will not cause removal.\n\nExamples:\n\nTurkish A arm -> smy will cause removal, successful or not\nFrench F tun -> wes and Italian F lys -> wes will not cause removal"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Winter 1905 Results \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Retreats \nRussian F nwy retreats to stp/nc\nItalian F tys retreats to rom\n\n Adjustments \nGermany: Builds A mun, F ber\nFrance: Builds F bre\nItaly: Disbands A ser, F lyo\nRussia: Disbands A edi\n\nJ-man has graciously agreed to step in as Italy. In order to allow everyone to have more time for diplomacy, Spring 1906 orders will be due this Friday.\n\n Spring 1906 Orders are due Friday, 14 December at 2200 EST "
},
{
"author": "Jamin",
"message": "Greetings nations of the world I ,Casca of Rome, will now be ruling this nation of Italy. Even if these arr its last days the people of Italy shall fight to the death to defend their homelands and what ever else they can can take"
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": " Thinking Czar Executed; Russians Exhale in Relief \nIt is simply no longer needed to come up with a new name for that silly, souther Austritalian empire. Perhaps this Casca can come up with his own name for the Christmas nation should it reform.\nWe would also like to take this time to remind Europe at large that \"I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas\" is still the season's official song for the year."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "So who are we waiting on...? I'd like to see whether I have to retreat from being hemmed in on all sides..."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Spring 1906 Results \n\nMap:\n\n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Austria-Hungary \nA sil -> war\nA ukr supports A sil -> war\nA rum supports A mos -> sev\n F bul/sc -> con Bounced with smy 1:1 \nA tri holds\nA vie holds\n\n England \nF lon -> yor\nF lvp -> cly\n\n France \nF tys supports F tun -> ion\nF tun -> ion\n A mar -> pie Failed because A pie -> ven failed \nA bur holds\nA spa holds\nF bre -> mao\n\n Germany \nA yor -> edi\nF nth -> ska\nF den supports F nth -> ska\n F nwy -> swe Dislodged from swe 2:1 \nF ber -> bal\nA kie -> ber\nA mun holds\n A ven -> pie Bounced with pie 1:1 \n Italy \n F eas -> smy Failed because F smy -> con failed \n A pie -> ven Bounced with ven 1:1 \nA ank H\nF rom -> nap\n\n Russia \nF swe -> nwy\nF stp/nc supports F swe -> nwy\n F ska -> nth Dislodged from nth 2:1 \nA mos -> sev\nA war -> gal\n\n Turkey \n F smy -> con Bounced with bul/sc 1:1 \n A arm -> ank Bounced with ank 1:1 \n A sev -> arm Failed because A arm -> ank failed, dislodged from mos 2:1, no retreat possible, unit destroyed \n Retreats \nF nwy retreats to nth\nF ska retreats to swe\n\nWe're going to slow this game down to 1 turn/week as the holidays are here. You all have told me you are busy (as am I), so this will help things a little.\n\n Fall 1906 Orders are due Thursday, 20 December at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "My fleet in Nwy retreats to Nth as I mentioned in my orders. Was trying to make it easier for you 😛"
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": "Thanks for the slowdown. Not like it'll make much of a difference, but I haven't exactly been active."
},
{
"author": "stezerok",
"message": "um... Russias: Fleet in (Ska) can retreat to (Swe)..."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by stezerok \n um... Russias: Fleet in (Ska) can retreat to (Swe)... \n \n\nYou're right. I was doing the adjudication by hand without a map so it didn't cross my mind. I'll go ahead and assume that where it's going to go."
},
{
"author": "stezerok",
"message": "damn man, doing the adjudication by hand?! lol thats crazy. Well I'm really glad you're doin that for us man, I dunno how I'd get by without Jdip lol."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "OOph, I seem to have overstretched the capabilities of my armies... I may have to go defensive for one turn..."
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": "Can you update the map soon-ish? That would make me a happy pretend Russian."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "Are you sure that's the right map...? By my count, there are several units missing from the map..."
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": "Yep. My Galician horde for one 😛"
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "That would be the unit in question actually. What happened to the army in Warsaw that moved to Galicia...?"
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Neftren \n That would be the unit in question actually. What happened to the army in Warsaw that moved to Galicia...? \n \n\nI ate it. I'm a crafty SOB like that. I'll teach you to ally against me ..."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "Okay, Elektro, can you please post a correct map... 😦"
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Neftren \n Okay, Elektro, can you please post a correct map... 😦 \n \n\nI have also eaten Elektro. And the map.\n\nBut if you want to see the map, just make your own. There's nothing magical about the GM's map - he inputs the same orders you do (unless he copies the orders incorrectly)."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " We're Still Here Say the Swiss \n\nContrary to reports of the Swiss being \"eaten,\" Swiss President Oskar Tannenbaum reassured reporters that Switzerland was just fine. \"Perhaps they meant they ate our fine chocolates? They're quite delicious.\" The press conference then broke up as the reporters and president snacked on Pralienen .\n\nOoC: The map has been corrected. The only error was Russian A gal. Also, 24-ish hours warning for Fall 1906 orders."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Fall 1907 Orders \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Austria-Hungary \nF bul/sc -> gre\nA rum -> ser\n A ukr -> rum Bounced against gal 1:2 \nA war holds\nA vie -> bud\nA tri -> vie\n\n England \n F yor -> lon Bounced with nth 1:1 \n F cly -> lvp Bounced with edi 1:1 \n France \nF tys supports f ion -> nap\nF ion -> nap\nA spa -> naf Convoy path: spa -> mao -> naf \nF mao convoys A spa -> naf\nA bur -> bel\n a mar -> pie Failed because A pie -> ven failed \n Germany \nA ber -> swe Convoy path: ber -> bal -> swe \nF bal convoys A ber -> swe\nF den supports A ber -> swe\n A ska supports A ber -> swe Support cut by move from swe, dislodged from swe 2:1 \n A edi -> lvp Bounced with cly 1:1 \n F nth -> lon Bounced with yor 1:1 \n A ven supports F tys -> rom Support cut by move from pie \nA mun holds\n\n Italy \n A pie -> ven Bounced with ven 1:1 \n f nap holds Dislodged from ion 2:1 \nF eas -> smy\n A ank supports F eas -> smy Support cut by move from arm \n Russia \nF nwy supports F swe -> ska\nF swe -> ska\nF stp/nc supports F nwy\nA gal -> rum\nA sev supports A gal -> rum\n\n Turkey \nF smy -> con\n A arm -> ank Bounced with ank 1:1 \n Retreats: \nGerman F ska cannot retreat, unit destroyed\nItalian F nap can retreat to rom, apu, or disband\n\n Adjustments: \nAustria-Hungary: 1 build\nEngland: none\nFrance: 2 builds\nGermany: 1 build\nItaly: 1 disband\nRussia: none\nTurkey: 1 disband\n\nOnce again, I did this without the help of jDip so tell me if something is wrong. Since we're all going to be busy with Christmas and New Year's, the next orders deadline in in two weeks. Get in the adjustments and retreats in sometime in that period when you have time.\n\n Spring 1908 Orders are due Friday, January 4 2008 at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "Austria Hungary can only build in Trieste, so I'll make it an army. No brainer about that."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "Disband A Arm\n\nAlso, I'm going to post my next order here. Of course there is the possibility that I'm lying, but all concerned persons will need to make their own judgments about that.\n\nF Con-Aeg\n\nGood hunting."
},
{
"author": "stezerok",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Elektro \n Germany \n A ven supports F tys -> lon Support cut by move from pie \n \n\nwait what exactly is this supposed to mean? lol because thats not even like a legitimate order. or is it just supposed to be a BS order by germany?"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "The order was A ven supports f tys -> rom. It failed by both the move from pie and that it was an invalid order. Sorry about that. Merry Christmas all."
},
{
"author": "stezerok",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Elektro \n The order was A ven supports f tys -> rom. It failed by both the move from pie and that it was an invalid order. Sorry about that. Merry Christmas all. \n \n\nAh I see. Well thanks for clarifying, and...\n\nFrench Prime Minister Stezerok would like to wish all of the nations of the world a Merry Christmas!"
},
{
"author": "Highwarlord",
"message": "Merry Christmas and Vodka to All!"
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "Are we still on? I've been waiting for the retreat orders since before the holidays."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Neftren \n Are we still on? I've been waiting for the retreat orders since before the holidays. \n \n\nWe're still on. Forum overload has prevented me from updating, but I should do so tonight. I never got an order from F nap, so it disbanded. I think I have everyone's build orders.\n\nEDIT:\n\n Winter 1907 Results \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n Retreats \nF nap disbands No order received, unit tasked to disband \n Builds \nAustria: Builds A tri\nFrance: Builds A par, F bre\nGermany: Builds A kie\nTurkey: Disbands A arm\n\n Spring 1908 Orders are due Monday, 14 January at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "I only have orders from Mavian and Neftren as of right now (thanks!). Please post here if you are playing either way. Stezerok, I know you sent me orders earlier but they have been lost in my PM box. If I don't get anything else by Friday, I'll find replacements."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "Does the winner or joint team winners get trophies like in your All Stars game? 🤨 🙂"
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "Just bring this back to everyones attention"
},
{
"author": "thewamp",
"message": "Hey, I'm beginning another (youngstown) game . Just giving a head's up for any of you interested in joining. I'll be GMing a standard one starting in early February, as well."
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "The above post means it is time for us to decide our course of action. Moody, Neftren, and Mavian are all still in. England, Turkey, and Italy are dead, and do no need replacements. France and Russia need replacements. Moody can take one and I can find someone quickly to take the other.\n\nDo you want me to look or do you want to call the game dead?"
},
{
"author": "thewamp",
"message": "I could also join in this game, if you need someone, by the way"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "Okay everybody, here's the deal.\n\n Neftren - Austria-Hungary\n Mavian - Germany\n Moody_the_not_so_Wise - France 😉\n thewamp - Russia\n\nEngland, Turkey, and Italy are all in civil disorder (all units hold) so feel free to kill them.\n\nUnless you all give me orders before then,\n\n Spring 1908 Moves are due Monday, 28 January at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Elektro \n Okay everybody, here's the deal.\n\n Neftren - Austria-Hungary\n Mavian - Germany\n Moody_the_not_so_Wise - France 😉\n thewamp - Russia\n\nEngland, Turkey, and Italy are all in civil disorder (all units hold) so feel free to kill them.\n\nUnless you all give me orders before then,\n\n Spring 1908 Moves are due Monday, 28 January at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) \n \n\nErm. Can we get the map or...?"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "It's up there about 5 posts (Winter 1907 results), spoilered for your convenience. 😉"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": " Spring 1907 Results \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n Austria \n\nA bud -> rum\nF gre -> bul/sc\nA ser supports F gre -> bul/sc\nA tri holds\nA ukr supports A bud -> rum\n A war -> mos Bounced with sev 1:1 \n A vie -> gal Bounched with rum 1:1 \n France \nA bel -> ruh\nF bre -> eng\nA mar supports A par -> bur\nF mao -> nao\nF nap -> rom\nA naf -> tun\nA par -> bur\nF tys supports F nap -> rom\n\n Germany \nF bal convoys A kie -> lvn\nF den supports F nth -> ska\n A edi -> yor Bounced against yor 1:1 \nA kie -> lvn\nA mun -> ber\nF nth -> ska\n A swe -> nwy Bounced aginst ska 1:2 \nA ven holds\n\n Russia \nF ska -> nwy\nF stp/nc supports F ska -> nwy\nF nwy -> nwg\n A sev -> mos Bounced with war 1:1 \n A rum -> gal Bounced with vie 1:1, dislodged from bud 2:1, no retreat possible, unit destroyed \n Fall 1907 Orders are due Monday, 4 February at 2200 EST (0300 GMT) "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "Ugh, I'm stuck in a major conundrum as to what I plan to do..."
},
{
"author": "Moody the Wise",
"message": "So ... are we waiting on missing orders, or missing Elektro?"
},
{
"author": "Elektro",
"message": "Sorry all, it's been a hectic week.\n\n Fall 1907 Results \n \n Spoiler \n \n \n\n Austria-Hungary \n F bul/sc -> bla Invalid order, hold order assigned \nA rum -> sev\n A ser -> bul Failed because F bul/sc -> bla failed \n A tri -> ser Failed because A ser -> ber failed \nA ukr supports A rum -> sev\n A vie -> tri Failed because A tri -> ser failed \n A war -> mos Bounced with sev 1:1 \n France \nA bur -> mun\nF eng -> lon\nA mar -> bur\nF nao holds\nF rom supporA tun -> tus\nA ruh supports A bur -> mun\nA tun -> tus\nF tys convoys A tun -> tus\n\n Germany \n\nAll units ordered to hold\n\n Russia \nF nwy holds\nF nwg supports F nwy\n A sev -> mos Bounced with war 1:1, dislodged from rum 2:1 \nF stp/nc holds\n\n Retreats \nRussian A sev can retreat to arm or disband\n\n Adjustments \nAustria: 1 build\nFrance: 3 builds\nGermany: 1 disband\nRussia: 1 disband\n\n Winter 1907 Adjustments are due Wednesday, 13 February at 2359 MST (0659 GMT, 14 Feb)\n\nSpring 1907 Orders are due Friday, 15 February at 2359 MST (0659 GMT, 16 Feb) "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": "Alright, here goes.\n\nA friendly unicorn named Alabern lives in the woods near your town. With a touch of it's horn, Alabern heals people who come to it for help. Now a woodcutter has come to town with terrible news. Evil goblins have captured the unicorn and taken it away. Your mission is clear. You must find these creatures and rescue Alabern.\n\nYou bravely volunteered to enter the haunted dungeon in the hills where these creatures have taken Alabern, hoping to rescue it.\n\nYou find your way through the dark woods to an old wooden door in a cliff face. You're pretty sure the goblins are somewhere on the other side of that door. They won't expect people to come to this haunted place, so they're probably not expecting you.\n\nWhat do you do?"
},
{
"author": "Rodgin",
"message": " Come on lads, we've got some work to do. \n\nStrell moves up to the door, axe drawn, prepared to smash it in when his companions are ready."
},
{
"author": "Benejeseret",
"message": "\" Hold a moment Strell, and keep it down the lot of you. No telling how many buggers are ready in there. \"\n\nLenod checks the door over for traps, and tries to judge if it will squeak upon opening. He looks for cracks in the woodwork that he can peer through.\n\n[search for traps etc. (1d20+5)[ 6 ] ]\n[if there's cracks spot: (1d20+2)[ 15 ] listen: (1d20+2)[ 10 ] "
},
{
"author": "Benejeseret",
"message": "[ OOC: and I start us all off with a natural 1....good times ]"
},
{
"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": "As you listen, you get hear goblins talking on the other side. The word \"Alabern\" is mentioned 2 or 3 times. As you try to crack the door, you find that it is locked.\n\nLink to OOC thread: OOC "
},
{
"author": "Penril",
"message": " B'ah! Stinking Gobbos, I agree with Strell, lets just do away with 'em! \n\nAsh spits on the ground and readies his crossbow.\n\n[OOC: Spells Prepared today: 0th - Light (2), Read Magic (1); 1st - Cure Light Wounds (2), Bless (1)]"
},
{
"author": "Benejeseret",
"message": "Beside the door, Lenod quickly recovers his tools from his bag and sets to work on the lock. He whispers to himself, come on fingers...gotta get it before one of these guys bashes on the door and alerts the whole damnable place .\n\n\n[open locks: (1d20+5)[ 7 ] ]"
},
{
"author": "Rodgin",
"message": "Strell stops and backs away, letting the rogue go to work.\n\n I'll wait lad, but don't take all day about it. "
},
{
"author": "Benejeseret",
"message": "Lenod curses under his breath. He swipes the sweat from his brow, listening intently to see if his scraping is alerting the goblins within. Calming himself, he realizes that he is in no immediate harm and slows down to take his time with the lock.\n\n\n[ If I can, Lenod will take 2 minutes to 'take 20' with the lock= 25 , let me know if there are any other checks you need ]"
},
{
"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": "As you scrape at the lock, you hear the voices inside stop and some quick footsteps, then dead silence. The lock is open.\n\n[OOC: Due to the amount you failed the first roll by, I'm gonna say they heard it.]"
},
{
"author": "Rodgin",
"message": " No use in stealth now lad, Strell says, barging through the now unlocked door.\n\nSTR check to break through door: (1d20+3)[ 9 ] \nInitiative: (1d20+2)[ 19 ] "
},
{
"author": "Benejeseret",
"message": "[initiative: (1d20+7)[ 13 ] ]\n\nThe spellthief follows closely behind Strell through the now unlocked door, hoping to wash away his early mistakes in blood."
},
{
"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": "As Streel breaks through the door (fairly easily since its unlocked), he is ambushed by the goblins that had 2 minutes to prepare.\n\nTwo goblins flanking the door(and Strell) attack with their morning stars while the two hiding behind what looks like a sleeping horse throw their javelins.\n\nReadied goblin attacks.\n\nMorningstar (1d20+2)[ 18 ] Damage (1d6)[ 5 ] \nMorningstar (1d20+2)[ 18 ] Damage (1d6)[ 3 ] \nJavelin (1d20+3)[ 22 ] Damage (1d4)[ 3 ] \nJavelin (1d20+3)[ 8 ] Damage (1d4)[ 3 ] \n\nGoblin Initiative (1d20+1)[ 13 ] \n\nOuch..."
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n... I though I posted.... but apparently not. I'm not sure what happened, but anywho...\n \n\n Braden \n\nBraden, who had a close relationship with Alabern, is quiet during the argument about the door, but rushes in as soon as it is open, desiring with his whole being to save his friend.\n\nInitiative (1d20+5)[ 17 ] "
},
{
"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": "Just in case noone got it.\nLink to OOC thread: OOC \n\nAs for what happened, the spellthief made a bunch of noise trying to unlock the doors, the goblins readied themselves for an attack and just about floored the fighter. Theres one on each side of the figter wielding morningstars and two behind the unicorn throwing javelins."
},
{
"author": "Penril",
"message": " (d20+3)[ 19 ] \nInitiative\n\n (d20+4)[ 12 ] to hit\n (d6)[ 1 ] damage"
},
{
"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": "Initiative order: Ash(19) -> Strell(19) -> Brendan(17) -> Lenod (13) -> Goblins(13)\n\nThe room is 15' x 20' with two goblins flanking Strell at the doorway and the other two in the corner behind the unicorn. So if you try to shoot one of the goblineers youve got a 50% chance of hitting the unicorn, not to mention they would get a +4 to AC.\n\nLenod: \n Spoiler \n Which goblin are you firing at?\n \n\n\nStrell: \n Spoiler \n Just a suggestion, but you could try to cleave the two gobbos flanking you. This would knock you out but it would give the others a chance to get in.\n\nEdit: Wait, now it wouldn't, im thinking of a full attack\n \n\n\nI'll likely get on later tonight, for now I need a nap."
},
{
"author": "Benejeseret",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Fire at? I have nothing to fire really, you might have Lenod confused with Penril's character Ash who rolled hits without designating a target. I am waiting on Ash (cleared up), Strell, and Bredan to take their action (as per initiative).\n "
},
{
"author": "Penril",
"message": "Apologies, my sights are set on one of the javelin-lobbing Gobbos. How are you determining % chance to hit Unicorns?"
},
{
"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": "I roll a d100, if the result is 50 or lower, I compare your attack roll to the unicorn's AC and it takes the hit instead. Heres the roll.\n\n (1d100)[ 1 ] \n\nOk, the unicorn took 1 damage."
},
{
"author": "Rodgin",
"message": "Sucking up the last bit of strength he has left, Strell puts it into his last swing, knowing it could be what makes or breaks the saving of the unicorn.\n\n MORADIN! \n\nTo hit Right goblin: (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \nDamage: (1d10+3)[ 9 ] \nIf dropped, cleave to left goblin: (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \nDamage: (1d10+3)[ 7 ] \n\n(These actions are more then the 5 ft step I can take, I fall unconscious, -1 HP and bleeding)"
},
{
"author": "Penril",
"message": "Ash coughes disgustingly and remarks, huh, some tough guy \n I suppose he'll want me to heal him. Ungrateful wretch. Still, he'll make a better shield if he's upright and swinging that damn weapon "
},
{
"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": "Strell's attack puts a large gash in the chest of the goblin to his left and then halves the other one as he falls to the ground. The two behind the unicorn ready another pair of javelins."
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": " Braden \n\nCurrently being edited...\n\nBraden moves around the unicorn toward the goblins, attempting to obtain a clear course.\n\n \n Spoiler \n I'll charge toward the goblins, and then attack.\nTo hit - (1d20+1)[ 13 ] : Damage (1d6)[ 4 ] \nTo hit - (1d20+1)[ 13 ] : Damage (1d6)[ 5 ] \n Edit: Oops, both of those attacks are +3, not +1. Forgot I was charging. \n\nEdit2: Ok, I'm just circling them now. Up to a double move action to find a clear course.\n "
},
{
"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": "You cant charge, the unicorn is in the way."
},
{
"author": "Benejeseret",
"message": "Lenod hustles in and around the front end of the slumped figure, and stabs a spear toward the nearest goblin once he is also behind the unicorn. He winces and tries to ignore the arrow in the flank of their ally.\n\n\" For Alabern !\"\n\n[to hit(shortspear): (1d20+1)[ 8 ] damage (1d6+1)[ 2 ] ]"
},
{
"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": "The kobold flattens itself against the unicorn's body as your spear misses it. It attempts to stab you with its javelin while it's comrade draws his morningstar and moves to your side, just out of your reach.\n\nGoblin Attack (1d20-2)[ 1 ] \nDamage (1d4)[ 4 ] "
},
{
"author": "Benejeseret",
"message": "((OOC: me thinks some of us are lost on attack order, or what should be happening next. Feel free to reorganize, update, and let us know who should be doing what next))"
},
{
"author": "Penril",
"message": " Ash \n Here ya go ya great useless lump! \n\nMoves up to Strell and casts Cure Light Wounds\n\n (1d8+1)[ 9 ] "
},
{
"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": "Just grand, Strell is conscious. Just in time for his turn. Hes at 8HP and prone."
},
{
"author": "Rodgin",
"message": "Climbing back to his feet, Strell starts towards the goblins holding the unicorn.\n\n(Move action to get up, 30 ft to close, should get me there. I'm a bit fuzzy on what the room is looking like right now.)"
},
{
"author": "BizzaroStormy",
"message": "Fine, against my own will I have made a map. I'm not going to make a habit of this.\n\n \n Spoiler \n \n "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "Our players:\n\nMcerberus\nTumble check\nWadledo\nLord Asmodeus\nYeril\n\nYou've awoken in a dark, damp cave. There are bars across the entrance to the cave, and you all can see slightly by the light that a torch from outside brings in. The cave itself is unworked; with stalagmites and stalagtites littering the floor and ceiling (respectively)\n\nThe deep dwarves didn't bother to tie you up, leaving you unarmored and without any of your possessions. The last contact any of you had was when one of your jailers decided to have a little fun at your expense, mocking you through the bars of your cage.\n\nOOC\n \n Spoiler \nOk, here we go. You each may have hidden one item (smaller than a dagger) on yourself. Time to escape!\n "
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble Yomwablum, Gnome Scout \n\nWimble cautiously raises his head, immediately noticing the others. <<A curious lot...>> he thinks to himself as he takes note of the minotaur and flower; he then realizes all of his belongings are gone. Luckily, he had successfully hidden his vial of Alchemist's Fire.\n\nHe quietly sits up and looks around.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSpot check, Wimble takes 10. The result is 18.\n\nIf possible, he'd like to take 20(generally a two minute duration). If this is possible, the result would be 28.\n\nWimble has low-light vision.\n "
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Tauron sits up, blowing steam from his nostrils like a bull. He looks around with his darkvision, taking time to look over the bars of the cell and the lock, and sizing up the Duergar guards. he fiddled with his necklace and checked to see if he still had the bottle of acid he \"liberated\" from the possessions of a dead bugbear who had strayed too close to the Minotaurs lair, and he smiled. Tauron looked around and sized up his fellow captives as well, and saw that the gnome had stirred as well, and then he listened.\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \n I hope its ok if i have the acid AND a necklace of fangs, but i could lose the necklace. Spot (1d20+7)[ 20 ] Search (1d20+7)[ 8 ] Listen (1d20+7)[ 16 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "MCerberus",
"message": " Nicholas \n\nIn a dark corner of the cave Nicholas drifts in and out of concsciousness. Every once in a while he is able to make out some dark shadows of the other prisoners being filed into the cell. After a few hours he is awakened by a painful fit of coughing and the taste of copper in his mouth. The priest wipes some blood from his lips and discovers something hard hidden in his sleeve.\n\nSlowly the memories of what transpired fill his mind. They attacked... tortured him. His sundisk is hidden in his sleeve. Nicholas retrieves the holy symbol from its hiding spot and places the pendant around his neck.\n\nComing to the realization that he doesn't know where the villagers are, Nicholas rises to his feet. Time could be of the essence, and this is no time to spend bleeding in a corner. Saying a small prayer for Pelor to light his way and his holy symbol lights up like a heatless torch. Nicholas tries to approach the others, but his right leg gives out after a few steps. Nicholas gets up and continues towards the bars at a slower, more deliberate pace."
},
{
"author": "Yeril",
"message": " Roywyn \n\nThe small red haired halfling stirs from her sleep, only her ego hurt more than her physical body as she fiegned vulnerbility and surrendered, knowing that if she had fought she would have been killed along with many of her friends and family when the caravan was attacked, the shame she felt, knowing that they looked to her for protection, and she almost betrayed them by not doing so.\n\nShe looked around at her fellow captives. A team, yes, together they might escape and bring vengence.. no Justice unto the dwarves.\n\n \"we can escape.. It will be easy, well, getting out of the cell of course, other than that I don't know.\" She stands with an air of confidence, one that would seem more dramatic if she stood higher than 3 feet."
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Flower \n \n Why did those damn elves do that?\nGirr, and they took my violin! \nThe sunflower man sits in a corner on some moss, grumbling to himself in elvish, occasionaly splashing water from his waterskin on himself.\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \nHe only knows elvish, so he most likely won't understand whats being said.\n "
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble Yomwablum \n\n\nAfter squinting towards the cell bars for a minute or so, Wimble turns toward angry Elvish words being spoken. He stands, approaches the flower, and kneels.\n\nIn Elvish:\n(Try not to click if your character doesn't speak Elvish, I suppose)\n \n Spoiler \n\n \" How can you be so cross when our captors forgot to take your beautiful costume? \" Wimble's face betrayed no humor.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "Wimble and Tauron both see that the tunnel outside of their cell curves away to the right, and also that the guard who had taunted them before is no longer near the cell.\n\nThey notice that the bars are really part of a large door, similar to those in prisons.\n\nTauron finds nothing of use inside the cell, and hears only the grumbling of Flower."
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Flower \n\nTwo points of light reveal themselves from the \"head\" of the creature as it opens its \"eyes\", who responds to gnome by poking it in the forehead with a fleshy finger/leaf.\n\nIn elvish: \n Spoiler \n ...........Who are you. \nIt seems more command than question.\n \n\nThe plant-man seems to just now notice the others, and says(for those who can't speak elven)\n Shai eisi o. \nThe creature seems slightly dismissive and more than a little annoyed."
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Tauron, seeing nothing that will be immediately useful, gets up on both his feet, stretching to his full imposing height, and surveys his companions in the cell. As he looks around a frown finds its way to his face and he grumbles{In Giant} \n Spoiler \n damn, shortlings and a talking plant? what use will they be in a fight?!? \n \n He walks over to the gnome and the plant thing and says {In Common} Well shortling what are you good for, and what about you talking plant? \n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \n Tauron calls all short races such as halflings, gnomes, goblins, kobolds etc shortlings.\n "
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble \n\nWimble answers the most imposing figure first.\n\nSmartly realizing that the flora is not a disguised elf, Wimble mutters half to himself and half to the minotaur, \"This... thing speaks Elvish, young man\" , visibly more confused than even the warrior. \"And sir, I ask you of your height's value when both you and I have so clearly been put in the same bonds?\" \n\nWimble turns back to the plant. \"I am Wimble Yomwablum, child. Who are you ?\" "
},
{
"author": "Yeril",
"message": " Odd creature indeed.. the halfling tilts her head in thought before glancing over the metal bars, carefuly picking out any hint of magic reinforcement to them.\n\n \"Oh, I am Roywyn..\" She pipes up, her concentration focused on the task infront of her.\n\n \n Spoiler \nA Knowledge (Nature) to see if I know anything of the \"plant man\" (1d20+2)[ 18 ] \n\nalso looking for magic with Detect magic.\n "
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Tauron's eyes narrowed at the gnome reffering to him as a \"young man\" but ignores it, having more important things to think about. Instead he responds to his comment about his size. Tauron smiles on his bovine head and says {In Common} What significance is my size shortling? when the Duergar came we cut them down, we made them pay for daring to think they could attack the Blackhoof tribe! and though my tribe was claimed victor, it was not without casualties, and I was taken only in great cowardice by the gray shortlings, as they dragged me down under nets and snares, refusing me a fair fight, but even then I struck out felling foes! After this last Tauron again flared his nostrils, blowing steam out his nose and went on So shortling, how did YOU fall? "
},
{
"author": "MCerberus",
"message": " Nicholas \n\nHis head clearing and strength slowly returning to his limbs, Nicholas ventures towards the assembled figures. He rubs his eyes when he thinks he sees a Minotaur and a talking plant, but apparently that is no hallucination. More over, it seems as though an argument is about to break out. Thinking that it is not the time to be making enemies, Nicholas intercedes.\n\n \"I am sure that you would have felled a legion given a fair chance, but there is more strength in the world than just what muscles can create. The others here may have abilities that make up for being weaker than you.\" \n\nNicholas takes a moment to guage the reaction of the others before continuing.\n\n \"More importantly they may have taken more of your tribe. We must set them free. Your tribe would miss their might if they need it. As for me, the dwarves have taken an entire village of my people. I am sure similar things have happened to the others, and we need to work together to get out.\" \n\nThe cleric holds out his arm to shake the hand of Tauron, clearly showing the well toned and used muscles and a few old scars.\n\n \"I am Nicholas. It appears as though someone is already working on getting us out.\" "
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Tauron turns to Nicholas, though he doesn't take his hand, and says {In Common} If there are more of my tribe, I will find them, and we will make the gray shortlings pay, pay in blood and death Tauron grins at this and continues I am Tauron, Tauron Blackhoof of the Blackhoof tribe, like many of my people I am a bloodrager, and I am a follower of Baphomet the Minotaur Lord, tell me Nicholas, what is YOUR profession? "
},
{
"author": "MCerberus",
"message": " Nicholas \n\nNicholas listens to Tauron's introduction and when the time comes, responds in turn.\n\n \"I am a battle cleric of Pelor. I am first a healer, then I solve problems for those in need, and last a warrior. Make no mistake though, I am a warrior.\" \n\nHe then turns towards the halfling and nods.\n\n \"It is a pleasure to meet you Roywyn.\" \n\nThen looking over towards the others he puts a kind expression on before continuing.\n\n \"I apologize but I seem to have missed your names.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "Roywyn's magical scan of the door returns that there is no magic on or about it. She also recalls the name of the plant race - adu'ja -, but remembers nothing else of importance."
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble \n \"Everyone may simply call me Wimble. I doubt you all have either the linguistic dexterity or even the patience to utter my full given appellation. No matter.\" He turns to the bull. \"Tauron, I was captured much in the same way as yourself. A clandestine and wretched trap was sprung upon me at a time when I was alone and weakest. Now, if you'll excuse me...\" \n\nWimble walks past the group, tipping an imaginary hat, and stops next to Roywyn at the cell bars. Wimble gasps, \"Ah, but what a beautiful young 'shortling' graces my most miserable presence!\" With an embellished bow, he continues. \"A most delightful splash of beauty in this dreadful scene! My dear, I am Wimble Yomwablum, at your service. What say we break from this despicable bondage?\" \n\nWimble then begins searching the bars alongside Roywyn, with much more enthusiasm and whimsy than should be appropriate for a prisoner.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSearch check, specifically for any kind of lock or latch on this presumed \"door\".\n\nWimble's Search modifier is +10. I'd like to take 10 again, 20 if possible.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "After a firm examination of the door, Wimble discovers the lock. The lock is old and, like the rest of the metal door, rusted and pitted from it's extended time in the damp cave. It appears as though, should the lock be opened or broken, the door would swing out on rusty hinges.\n\nAs soon as he completes his examination, the guard returns, and promptly laughs at the gathered prisoners.\n \"Ye're all awake then. Haha, well, ye won't be gettin' out o' here any time soon. Haha. I think I'll take meself down and have a little look see at yer... heh, me booty.\" \nHe then moves away from the door and down the hallway. You can hear his laughter echoing back down towards you."
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble \n\n\nWimble finds the lock and attempts to pick it with whatever he can find around the cell.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nOpen Lock check, (d20+6)[ 24 ] . I'll take a 10 or 20, of course, if possible. It all depends if something comes down that hallway...\n \n\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\n\ncross-class skills ftw\n \n\n\nOOC EDIT: Something came down the hallway before I rolled. I'll take the roll, of course."
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Tauron speaks as the guard leaves and growling out {In Common} The next time I see that worthless gray shortling, I will rend him limb from limb with my bare hands and impale him on my horns, and take his head as a prize! "
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "Wimble's lock picking attempt is almost immediately successful, despite the fact that he lacks the normal tools for such an action.\nThe door squeals as it opens, though the sound is not too loud."
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": "Not understanding most of whats being said, the sunflower-man says\n Shylaeser lote. \n(Wonderful flower in elvish.)\nand when the door is opened he walks brashly out, going in the direction of their jailer, seemingly determined to get back what is his.\n\nOOC: \n Spoiler \nThe adu'ja have (to me anyway) been kinda dead for a while, which is why the elves who raised him where so careful.\n "
},
{
"author": "Yeril",
"message": " \"Lets go, I want my belongings back..\" she clenches her fist which errupts in an eldritch silver flame as she follows the adu'ja."
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble \n\nWimble looks back at the human and minotaur without expression, turns, and follows the halfling and flower, staying about 15 feet behind them.\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nWimble's Alchemist's Fire is in his pocket.\n "
},
{
"author": "MCerberus",
"message": "Seeing the others go off, Nicholas follows going as quickly as he believes he can go without risking his wounds reopening. Hopefully that plant thing... Shelaser or something wouldn't do anything too rash.\n\nIn a hushed toned he says to the others, \"We need to use surprise. They are armed and we won't last long unless we catch them off guard.\" "
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Tauron grimaces and says {In Common} I will surprise them don't you worry, they'll be plenty surprised when they find they are missing their limbs and their skulls Tauron follows, walking alongside the flower-man."
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "As you walk out of the cell, you see the hallway curve away to the right. Down the hallway, darkness prevails, though you realize that this hallway is as unworked as the cell. Stalagtites and stalagmites are abundant.\n\nDown the hallway, Adu'ja and Tauron make out the forms of two duegar as they turn down a side passage branching off from the one you're looking down.\n\nWimble, Tauron, and Nicholas can here them talking to themselves in undercommon, though not all of them understand what's being said.\n\nUndercommon\n \n Spoiler \n \"Bah, what do ya think Ratlin's doin' with those items?\" asks one\n \"Probably stealin' one!\" the second says with a chuckle. \"That drow'll...\" \nHe fades out as they move away from the intersection\n "
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble Yomwablum \n\n\n\nWimble lets lead those who he knows can see better than he in such light, or lack thereof."
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \nI'm going to assume you all move silently down the tunnel...\n \n\n\nAll of your group manages to get past the duegar walking down the side tunnel, as they're facing a different direction and pretty far away by the time you pass.\n\nA little further along the tunnel dead-ends into another tunnel running parallel to the one you're in. From the right echoes the wild laughter of your jailer, and from the left all of you hear a heavy stomping that is receding."
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble Yomwablum \n\n\nWimble motions for everyone to stop. \"Could I convince any of you to have me advance alone as a preliminary caution? It is what I do, after all...\" He repeats the phrase in Elvish."
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": " As you will shortling, but remember, I get to KILL the gray shortling, and his head is MINE! with this hushed announcement Tauron\nflexes his muscles in preparation for the fight to come, grinning savagely at the prospect of ripping the guard apart, and wiping that smug grin off of his face once and for all."
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Meh. \nThe disinterest in his voice and manor is obvious even to those without knowledge of the elves, and his face, which had remained vaguely optimistic before, seems to wither and droop before your eyes.\nRegaining his composure, Shylaeser returns to normal and plops against a wall, pointedly offering his water-skin to the others."
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble \n\n\nWimble tips an invisible hat as he takes advantage of everybody's ambivalence. He rounds the corner and creeps down the hallway, his nerves still and his movements well calculated, at the ready to react to just about anything.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMove Silently check while constantly listening.\nMove Silently - (1d20+6)[ 13 ] .\nI will assume that I can take 10 on the Listen check, since it'll take at least a minute.\nAt the sound of anything near that I don't discern as the other captives, I will roll a Hide check.\nHide - (1d20+8)[ 24 ] \n\nEDIT: Wimble's Listen mod is +10.\n \n\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLet me know if I need to roll anymore of the three checks, since I'm doing them as repetitive actions.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "Wimble sees the cave begin to widen, and spots a Duegar standing in a cave. Around the Duegar are several piles of possessions, one of which Wimble recognizes as his own. The Duegar, however, is laughing delightedly, not recognizing that someone is watching him.\n\nKey:\n \n Spoiler \nGray = cave (can walk there)\nWhite squares = items\nBlack squares = Chest\nColored circles = you (color corresponds to your speech color)\n \n\n To the grid! "
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble \n\n\nWimble returns to the others and tells Tauron to \"indulge himself\".\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nMove Silently check back to the others - (1d20+6)[ 20 ] \n \n\n\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nI'm going to assume that the yellow is Wimble, despite the called orange color? If so, that's completely fine. Also, for larger battles, is there a way we can get coordinates on the squares?\n "
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Tauron smiles and starts to run, he does not speak until he's right behind the guard and yells {In Common} Die you arrogant shortling bastard! and attacks with his horns\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n I hope its ok if I roll for attack, and I hope I'm not rushing things 😩 (1d8+11)[ 12 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble Yomwablum \n\n\n\nWimble cheerfully trots behind the charging in bull in hopes of using the diversion to nab his gear.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nWimble follows Tauron. Assuming it's not too far, he will use a standard action to pick up his gear in an armful when he arrives to it.\n \n\n \n Spoiler \n\nLet me know if this isn't possible. 🙂\n "
},
{
"author": "Yeril",
"message": "Roywyn ducks around the corner and she hurls a jet of energy at the dwarf, with a twist of her hand the silver energy turns a sickly yellow green, induing the blast with a sickening power.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative (1d20+4)[ 17 ] \n[roll]1d20+9[roll] Ranged Touch Sickening Blast\n (2d6)[ 6 ] Damage\nDC 18 Fortitude save vs becoming sickened\n "
},
{
"author": "Yeril",
"message": " (1d20+9)[ 26 ] Ranged Touch"
},
{
"author": "MCerberus",
"message": " Nicholas \n\nSeeing Tauron run off into battle, Nicholas takes off. He realizes that without his arms or armor, he can't last that long on the front line. Luckily, it seems as though there is someone willing to put his neck out. He moves forward between Tauron and the rest of the group.\n\nRaising his holy symbol high, Nicholas shouts, \"Pelor bless us as we fight the darkness!\" A large shockwave of intangable light streams forth from the cleric and fills the hearts of everyone with courage.\n\nOOC - initiative - (1d20)[ 8 ] \n\nEveryone's got Bless for 4 minutes - +1 to attacks, +1 saves vs fear."
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": "Shylaeser remains in the corridor, watching for enemies.\nAnd, well, being lazy.\nTo all the ruckus, he simply raises an eyebrow.\n .....?\nMeh. \n \n Spoiler \nSpot: (1d20+7)[ 15 ] \nListen: (1d20+6)[ 18 ] \nInitiative: (1d20+2)[ 16 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "The poor duegar, caught completely off-guard by the attack, suffers a major wound from Tauron's horns.\n\nWimble does indeed make it across the room and to his pack without any trouble at all.\n\nRoywyn's blast of energy snaps back the duegars head, killing him even as he tries to stem the flow of blood from his previous wound.\n\nNicholas begins to cast his spell... OOC: \n Spoiler \nIf you want to take back that spell, I'll let you. Just tell me in your next post\n "
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Tauron smiles at the corpse and says {In Common} That will teach you to taunt your betters, eh shortling? and with this proclamation Tauron turns find his equipment so that he can use his axe to sever the Duergar's head, and searches for a belt to hang the head on. As Tauron searches for his axe and a belt he snaps at Wimble {In Common} Your a sneak yes? see if you can open the chest, there might be something of use inside, or maybe thats where the bastards put my axe. \n\nOOC: \n Spoiler \n If there are no belts currently \"available\" Could I just grab the Duergars?\n "
},
{
"author": "MCerberus",
"message": " Nicholas \n\nNicholas aborts casting his spell when the Duerger falls, the puddle on the cave floor growing as it lay there. As Touron gathers his trophy, Nicholas goes over to his gear and takes some bandages out of his pack. He patches up his torso before he begins to put his armor on.\n\nButtoning on his padded under armor, he remarks to the others. \"We need to move quickly. They may learn of our escape soon and kill any other prisoners here. We need to get to them before the dark dwarves decide to kill them.\" \n\nNicholas then devotes his full attention to donning his chainmail and getting his other gear ready. In full war regalia, Nicholas does make somewhat of an imposing figure. A blood red tabbard hangs over a thick chain armor with a white sun on his chest. His shield has three echelons pointing towards a half sun in matching colors. Nicholas' mace is a large steel monstrousity with patches of blood visible on its otherwise polished surface. The whole image, however, is contradicted with his usual kind and caring expression on his face.\n\nOOC - Yes let's cancel the spell."
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": "Seeing nothing(I assume), Shylaeser pushes himself up of the floor, dusts off his bottom and wanders into the cavern.\nGrabbing his stuff, he dons his gear and pulls a fine violin from a sack.\nHe plays a single golden note:\n (1d20+9)[ 29 ] \nthat seems to hang in the air as his \"face\" goes through a matching series of colors.\n[Elvish] Good. [/Elvish]"
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble \n\nWimble comically rolls on the ground trying to clothe himself. He finally stands up looking like a proper woodsman, bow at his side, quiver on his back, and at his waist, a hatchet no bigger than Tauron's thumb.\n\n \"A sneak...\" , Wimble repeats to himself, stroking his chin. ... not as eloquent as I would have wanted...\" \n\nWimble marches to the chest, with notable bends in his path to avoid the now-armed bull and the walking mace that called himself a human.\n\nWimble then begins running his fingers along the chest that's as big as he.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nSearch check.\n\nSearch can find any simple trap below a DC of 20.\n\nWimble's Trapfinding allows him to use the same check for traps with a DC above 20.\n\nSearch - (1d20+10)[ 29 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "As soon as Wimble touches the chest, he notices that the grain of the chest is really rough, even though it looks smooth. Then the thing opens it's eyes and a pod from the chest's lid smacks him in the chest, doing a little damage and sticking the gnome fast.\n\n \n Spoiler \n5 damage to Wimble. Link to sheet is here \n\nOh, and Tauron found his belt, so everyone knows.\n "
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble \n \"Waaaaah!\" Wimble squeals as the chest animates and binds his body. Appearing not to be in much danger but instead panic, Wimble's body wriggles and writhes. No stranger to a bad situation, he calms down and earnestly attemps to break free.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nWimble may make an Escape Artist check instead of a grapple check to escape the grapple.\n\nEscape Artist - [roll]1d20+6[/roll]\n\n\nEDIT: Crap, sorry... the other roll is in the OOC thread.\n "
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "As Tauron finishes adorning the bloody head to his belt, a sure sign of his victory, he hears Wimble screech and turns around, seeing his distress he lopes over, bloody head dangling from his belt and bouncing against his hips and splattering blood on the floor, and Says in a harsh but subdued tone {In Common} What are you doing you sneak? and quiet down, much as I would revel in the bloodshed to come should any more Duergar arrive, In this groups present state I am sure many of you would die, and I am not arrogant enough to think I will be escaping this place alone "
},
{
"author": "MCerberus",
"message": " Nicholas \n\nNicholas adjusts his shield a little while Wimble investigates the chest. He looks over his gear a little and contimplates why they are wasting time looking for material gains.\n\n \"Make sure all your gear is in order we-\" \n\nWhen Wimble screams Nicholas looks over and sees the chest is attacking him and he cannot break free. His shock at seeing an inatimate object attack the \"sneak\" quickly fades as Nicholas realizes it must be something more sinister. Lunging at the thing with his mace, he yells to the others,\n\n \"Kill it!\" \n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\n initiative - (1d20)[ 4 ] \n attack - (1d20+6)[ 11 ] \n damaage - (1d8+2)[ 6 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Tauron, finally noticing that the chest had grown eyes, roared a challenge and hacked his greataxe into the it in a great arcing strike\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n initiative (1d20+2)[ 6 ] attack (1d20+5)[ 13 ] damage (1d12+11)[ 21 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": "Initiative - (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \n \n Spoiler \n\n\nShould I perhaps be denied my DEX bonus for Initiative? If so, subtract 2 from that(for a minimum of 0, I should hope lol)\n "
},
{
"author": "Yeril",
"message": " (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \n \"What kind of Sin against nature IS that?\" Roywyn quickly mumbles to herself with a slightly shocked expression."
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "OOC: \n Spoiler \nWadledo, DM'd your initiative (22).\nThe cave after this battle is here \n \n\n\nFlower stands still, apparently unaware of the creature as he is still absorbed in his violin.\n\nRoywyn just stares at the creature, disgust and shock rolling through her mind.\n\nWimble's attempt to escape fails, though he notices that it's more because the adhesive is on him than because of anything the creature tries to do.\n\nTauron's attack, surprised as he is, flies wide of the creature, landing with a thud in the ground just next to it.\n\nThe creature squeezes Wimble twice, doing 16 damage to him.\n\nWimble's strike at the creature, comes just as the creature shifts slightly. The mace hits at a bad angle, doing no damage to the hard creature."
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Tauron, outraged at having missed, picks up his axe and swings it again in a wide arc, trying to aim for the chest and not Wimble\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n I don't know if I should be rolling attack again but i will ne way, to be on the safe side (1d20+2)[ 3 ] <---Initiative just in case i need it (1d20+5)[ 25 ] <---attack (1d12+11)[ 21 ] <---damage\n "
},
{
"author": "MCerberus",
"message": " Nicholas \n\nNicholas watches as his blow glances off one of the chest's angles. He winds up to strike again but before he can, Wimble gets constricted by the thing. Not knowing how much Wimble could take, or how strong the chest-monster was, he takes a step back and begins to say a prayer.\n\nNicholas reaches out to touch Wimble and the halfling's fractures bones begin to right themselves.\n\nOOC - \n Spoiler \n 5' step back away from the mimic\nBurn Heat Metal for a Cure Moderate. Cure Moderate Wounds - (2d8+5)[ 16 ] \n\nAlso it seems Tauron got a natural 20. We may have a squished mimic on our hands depending on the confirmation 😁\n "
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble \n\n\nWimble seems revived by the generous cleric's touch and begins again to struggle against the monstrosity.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nEscape Artist check - (1d20+6)[ 20 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Flower \n\nShylaeser quizzically walks over to the struggle and draws his longsword, preparing to poke the chest.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove action to draw sword and move moving to B4.\n "
},
{
"author": "Yeril",
"message": "Throwing an Eldritch blast of silvery energy into the fray.\n\nRanged touch, -4 for shooting into a Melee\n (1d20+5)[ 20 ] \nDamage if hit.\n (2d6)[ 7 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "Flower moves toward the mimic.\n\nRoywyn's attack hits the mimic, causing minor damage to it.\n\nWimble's escape attempt fails miserably, because the adhesive still sticks him tight (the adhesive . You're not getting away while it's alive, though...)\n\nTauron's mighty swing sunders the creature into two seperate pieces.\n\nThe mimic dies, revealing a shining bastard sword within.\n\nNicholas heals Wimble, who is still attached to one half of the mimic.\n\nThis is when you hear a cry from just outside the cave\n[undercommon]\n \n Spoiler \nHey, Ratlin! The boss wants to talk to you.... what?\n \n\nTwo Deuger enter the cave, one carrying a large mithril shield.\n\nPicture is here \nThe circle with the S is the one with the shield."
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Flower \n\n[Elven] DWARVES! [Elven]\nDropping his sword and drawing his bow as he dashes to a better vantage point, Shylaeser pulls back on the string and lets the arrow fly.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMove to B7.\nAt guy without shield: (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \n (1d8+2)[ 4 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Tauron, hearing the Duergar before seeing them, rips his axe up out of the remains of the mimic, and charges toward the Duergar, nothing coming from his lips save a low growl of menace and promising bloodshed, when he reaches the Duergar he gives a great below of bloodlust and rage and hacks his huge axe into the chest of the first duergar.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack (1d20+5)[ 15 ] damage (1d12+11)[ 21 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble \n \"Ugh, a most despicable creature...\" Wimble mumbles to himself, disgusted, as he attemps to rip his small body from the goo.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nStrength check to break free from the goo's \"grapple\".\n\n (1d20+1)[ 12 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Yeril",
"message": " \"Stop playing around with this thing already.\" mumbles the halfling with an annoyed tone.\n\nRoywyn clambers over to the \"sneak\" to try and help him get free while the others deal with the Dwarf.\n\nAid another Strength check\n\n (1d20-1)[ 10 ] "
},
{
"author": "MCerberus",
"message": " Nicholas \n\nWith two party members indesposed at the time, and another vulnerable taking bow shots against the new enemies, Nicholas decides he cannot afford to help get Wimble free at the moment. Steadying his grip on his mace, he yells back, \"Just cut it off!\" and takes off towards the dwarves.\n\nWith his shield braced in front of him, he brings his mace down at the dwarf without the shield.\n\nOOC -\n \n Spoiler \n\n Charge - (1d20+8)[ 15 ] \n damage - (1d8+2)[ 6 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "Picture is here \n\nFlower's shot is effective, slipping past the duegars armor to strike him hard\n\nTogether, Roywyn and Wimble manage to pry the last part of the mimic off of Wimble, and the adhesive has begun to decay slightly, so he takes no damage.\n\nTaurons attack is intercepted by the shocked duegars large hammer.\n\nNicholas stumbles a little on the gooey remains of the unfortunate Ratlin, and his strike merely glances off of the duegars armor.\n\nOOC: \n Spoiler \nI'm so sorry for taking so long to post. It won't happen again (at least, not for a while).\n "
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Tauron snarls in hatred and anger, and he attempts to gut the Deurgar with his horns, which he follows up with a vicious swinging strike meant to take off his head.\n\n \n Spoiler \n attack (1d20+5)[ 19 ] damage (1d8+11)[ 12 ] Attack (1d20+5)[ 17 ] damage (1d12+11)[ 22 ] if I can't do one after the other (which I suspect I can't) the axe strike will be my next attack)\n "
},
{
"author": "MCerberus",
"message": " Nicholas \n\nRealizing the ever growing pool of gore at his feet would likely keep messing up his balance, Nicholas decides he should find a way to relocate. He brings his mace out in front of where his shield is and then brings the blow across the dwarf, moving his whole body with him as he strikes.\n\nOOC-\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack + 5' step to h7\n attack - (1d20+6)[ 19 ] \n damage - (1d8+2)[ 5 ] \n\nAlso, Asmodeus. You only get +5 to hit? I'm a cleric and have +6 right now. Something seems off.\n "
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble \n\n\nWimble glances at Roywyn as long as he can without seeming ingrateful. \"Many thanks, my dear.\" he says, short of breath.\n\nWimble stumbles toward the middle of the room while drawing his bow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nWimble moves to F3 and draws his longbow.\n "
},
{
"author": "Yeril",
"message": "Roywyn turns and tries to shoot another bolt of eldritch might towards the shield wearing dwarf, this time it taking on the sickly green glow.\n\n\n (1d20+5)[ 18 ] Ranged Touch\n (2d6)[ 11 ] Damage\nDC 17 Fort save vs Sickening."
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": "Flower dashes to B9 and fires twice at the sheilded dwarf.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack 1: (1d20+4)[ 7 ] \nAttack 2: (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \nDamage : (1d8+3)[ 6 ] \nBase 5 -2 Rapid Shot +1 Point Blank Shot=4\n "
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "Flower: His first attack goes wide, but his second attack is painfully effective.\n\nRoywyn: Her blast does major damage to the duegar, and she sees his face blanch after the aura dies away.\n\nWimble: Makes it successfully to his square and raises his bow, ready to attack either of the duergar.\n\nShield guy: (sickened): Moves around Tauron, and, though sickened, strikes him hard, dealing 11 damage.\n\nTauron: His attacks go wide, defeated by the duegar's flanking maneuver.\n\nNicholas: His move successful, he manages to strike the duegar, dealing a painful wound to it's shoulder.\n\nNSG: He swings at Nicholas, but his painful injuries prevent him from striking accurately. After his miss, he steps back, trying to link up with the other duegar."
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Tauron, flies into a frothing rage, and swings his massive axe around to cut the wounded duergar in twain, and he roars a bloody challenge.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+11)[ 26 ] attack (1d12+9)[ 21 ] I believe its a +9 bonus since my STR is +6 now\n "
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble Yomwablum \n\nAsmodeus:\n \n Spoiler \n\nAll those attack numbers look completely correct.\n \n\n\nBandededed:\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou did not updated the new locations of the Duegar either visually or by square names. I'm going to assume I can proceed with my desired action with minimal negative consequences.\n \n\n\n\nWimble moves toward the wall to get a shot at the Duegar, loosing an arrow right before he comes to a stop.\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nWimble moves to G4 and attacks with the longbow, with an attack roll of (1d20+6)[ 22 ] for (1d6+1)[ 6 ] damage + (1d6)[ 1 ] skirmish damage.\n\n*** Add +1 to Wimble's attack roll for Point Blank Shot\n\n---\n\n skirmish - For every round that Wimble moves at least 10 feet, he may add 1d6 additional damage to each attack, and gains +1 AC until his next turn.\n "
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Shylaeser \n\nFlower sends two more arrows into the fray at the unshielded one.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack 1: (1d20)[ 1 ] \nAttack 2: (1d20)[ 16 ] \nDamage: (1d8+3)[ 4 ] \nAssuming everybody's in combat.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \nAnd strike this one up to me being completely scatterbrained. The link to the new battlefield map is here . You can edit your actions if desired based on this new information\n "
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nThx DM. I indeed edited my post and also corrected something.\n "
},
{
"author": "MCerberus",
"message": " Nicholas \n\nNicholas raises his weapon high and takes a forceful step forward. He uses this momentum to bring his mace down upon the non-shielded dwarf's head.\n\nOOC\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n[roll=Attack]1d20+6[roll]\n Damage - (1d8+2)[ 8 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "Flower: His shots come close to hitting the mark, but miss as the duegar ducks.\n\nRoywyn: Stands shocked, hardly believing that her attack was successful\n\nWimble: He dashes across the room, and his shot is true, finding a seam in the shielded duegar's armor, adding another to the growing number of bleeding wounds.\n\nSG: Wounded and sickened, the shielded duegar flanks Tauron and tries to attack him, but he is reeling from blood loss and cannot recover.\n\nTauron: Spinning when the shielded duegar attacks him, Tauron roars in fury and cleaves off the duegar's arm, and smiles as the corpse falls to the floor.\n\nNicholas: His attack is foiled by Taruon's stunning display, which distracts him for just a moment.\n\nNSG: Seeing Nicholas distracted, he runs out of the cave and down the corridor, seeking escape from the powerful companions. Despite his attention being elsewhere, Nicholas manges to clip the duegar as he runs away.\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \nYou are here \nThe duegar ran here \n "
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Tauron, his blood up and his anger still raging strong, runs after the wounded Duergar and attempts to cut him down before he can sound the alarm.\n\n \n Spoiler \n moving to square f9 if possible, if not I'll go for d8 or e9 also Attack (1d20+11)[ 28 ] and damage (1d20+9)[ 15 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Shylaeser \n\nFlower dashes to H9/b9 and fires at the retreating dwarf.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAttack: (1d20+6)[ 7 ] \nDamage: (1d8+3)[ 10 ] \nAlso, you might want to check your numbers Asm.😉\n "
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n oops lol, mind if I reroll? (1d12+9)[ 14 ] I hope I get a better damage roll 😛\n "
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble \n\nWimble returns to Roywyn's side and kneels at the slain mimic.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nWimble moves to C3 searches the mimic's remains for anything unusual, specifically if it, in fact, was a chest containing some sort of contents (lol).\n\nSearch - (1d20+10)[ 26 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "Flower: His dash is successful, but his arrow embeds itself in the ground just short of the duegar's foot.\n\nWimble: Finds the following goodies:\n \n Spoiler \nCOIN\n 657 gold coins\nGEM\n amazonite microcline (green)\n ametrine (alternating layers of purple amethyst and yellowish citrine)\n blue opal\n clelophane\n demantoid (green garnet)\n star chrysoberyl - cat's eye (green)\nMUNDANE\n 7 alchemist's fire\n medium mighty composite shortbow (+1 bonus)\nYAY: BONUS\n Gleaming Bastard Sword\nOOC: Please share!\n \n\nTauron: Catches and cleaves the duegar, loping off a leg. The duegar has his final word though, and that word comes out as a shout that echoes down the hallway. You also notice that the hallway curves back to the left farther along the tunnel."
},
{
"author": "Yeril",
"message": "The halfling quickly looks over the shiny gems, occasionly glancing over at the door. She holds the large blue opal up to her eye, one might think she knew what she was doing, but in reality she was just admiring the preety colour.\n\n \n Spoiler \n OOC: sorry for being abit late, my user CP has a habit of not-updating-me-on-my-subscribed-threads all of the time.\n "
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble \n\nWimble hands Roywyn the opal without a thought. \"Again, many thanks, my dear.\" he says, almost in a hush.\n\n \"Tauron! Help me carry this gold! And what a sword!\" shouts Wimble as he pours over the collection.\n\nElvish:\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"And a bow, my dear Flower!\" \n \n\n\nHe puts three more Alchemist's Fire on his belt and checks to see if any of the gold is in platinum.\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nCan I do an Appraisal check untrained? I can't remember. If so, let me do a quick Appraise on the gems, not including the opal.\n\nAppraise - (1d20+3)[ 5 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Tauron silenced the cries of the downed Duergar and ran over to wimble, And where do you propose I carry it? in any case we need to be off, or did you not hear the gray shortlings death cries? More will likely be hear soon, hopefully they will believe it an ending of a rivalry or other such duplicitous act and pay it no heed, but we cannot be sure they haven't already discovered our absence, and they will eventually. His eyes dart anxiously to the door and his ears are quivering, attuned to any noises.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+7)[ 17 ] Search (1d20)[ 13 ] Spot (1d20+7)[ 17 ] listen, also will we be able to just carry stuff without backpacks or w/e?\n "
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble \n \"Pick up that dwarf's pack and carry this gold. Someone else needs to carry the sword and bow. I can manage the rest.\" "
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Shylaeser \n\nFlower searches the unshielded dwarf for anything unusual.\nHe then drags it back into the chamber."
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "Tauron: He hears nothing, sense nothing coming down the tunnel towards them.\n\nFlower: Finds nothing valuable on the dwarf, except for a few of his arrows (2)"
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Shylaeser \n\nFlower places the arrows into his quiver and grabs his longsword from the floor, examining the Bastard sword as he goes.\n\n[elvish] We moving or not? [/elvish]"
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Tauron grumbles, but acquiesces, stuffing all the treasure handed to him into the sack, which he straps to his back and saying lets just get moving before any Duergar show up, if there are any more of my tribe here I need to get them out, and we will carve a path out of this shortling infested hellhole. "
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble \n\nWimble pockets the rest of the gems and rises.\n\n \"Yes, let us go. Allow me to sneak ahead.\" \n\nHe walks past everyone and down the hall without another word.\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nUnless someone stops him, Wimble walks to the next \"panel\", down the hall to the tunnel not yet explored.\n\nInitial Move Silently, Spot, and Listen checks. Please reroll them as needed.\n\nMove Silently (1d20+6)[ 8 ] \nSpot (1d20+8)[ 11 ] \nListen (1d20+10)[ 13 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "MCerberus",
"message": " Nicholas \n\nWith the din of battle dieing, Nicholas surveys the state of the room. While his companions set off looting, the cleric approaches Tauron in order to close some of the Minotaur's wounds. He begins to utter a short prayer before reaching to touch the wounds, closing some of them and preventing further blood loss.\n\nAfterwards, the dwarf shield catches his eye. When the battle began he noticed something was different about it, so he reaches over to pick up the mithral shield (you did say it was mithral earlier, correct?). \"Feathersteel. Haven't seen anything made out of it since I was in training.\" He slings the thing over his back while Tauron speaks.\n \n\"We should also find who their master is. Whoever is controlling these dwarves must pay.\" \n\nOOC-\n \n Spoiler \n\n[roll=Cure Light Wounds]1d8+5[/roll]\nBurning endure elements\n "
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "As Wimble heads down the hallway, he finds that it curves sharply right after he goes on for a while (after he leaves that panel for the next). Barely 10 feet from the curve is a wooden door, that doesn't fit it's frame, seeming to have been wedged in.\n\nHe can hear something from behind the door, but nothing is distinct.\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \nTumble: Let me know if you want to spend another round listening.\nMCerberus: Yup, that's a large mithril shield. Have fun with it.\n "
},
{
"author": "Yeril",
"message": " \"Where do you think the rest of our stuff is?\" she whispers to her allies, trying not to disrupt Wimble if he is trying to listen carefuly."
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble \n\nWimble lightly pulls/pushes on the door to see if it opens...\n\n\nOOC:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nIs the door jammed shut? If not, Wimble would like to open it as quietly as possible. I'm thinking this may move a Move Silently check and perhaps a Hide and Spot check once I have it cracked. Let me know if I missed anything.\n\nMove Silently (1d20+6)[ 9 ] \nSpot (1d20+8)[ 20 ] \nHide (1d20+8)[ 9 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "The door does indeed refuse to budge at Wimble's touch, however, closer to the door he has less trouble making out what is being said behind the door.\n\n\"Mistress...\" speaker one says.\n\n\"... fool! ... you think ... the doors ... nothing? ... escaped. ... others are alive. ... cannot allow ... escape! Lolth ... sacrifice!\" a second speaker says.\n\n\"There's something touching the door!\" a third cries.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpeakers 1 and 3 sound like other duegar males, but speaker 2 has a strange accent. Speaker 3 is very near the door. Any \"...\"s are words you could not make out.\n "
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble \n\nWimble backs away from the door, putting one of his larger allies between it and him."
},
{
"author": "MCerberus",
"message": " Nicholas \n\nWith the new shield secured safely on his back, Nicholas approaches where Wimble had been scouting. He gives a curious look as Wimble glides behind him, prompting the question, \"What's going on?\" "
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "With the bag tied securely to his back, Tauron snorts and steps forward, lighter than one might expect from a Minotaur, but not truly attempting to be stealthy. He grumbles low in his throat, careful to mask the sound so it did not reach, and grunted in assent to Nicholas's question, his hands nervously wrapping around the Greataxe handle repeatedly, the only sign of any anxiety the mighty bull might harbor."
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble \n\nWimble wispers, \"I cannot open this door... but whoever speaks behind it knows we're here. Our clandestine approach is quashed. We best enter before they are prepared.\" "
},
{
"author": "Yeril",
"message": "Roywyn\n\n \"If you cannot open the door, how do we supposedly enter it then?\" says the halfling with a wry grin."
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Shylaeser \n\nFlower, not understanding any of this, holds his bow in between his elbow and stem, his petals turning an apathetic green as he takes a swig from the water-skin."
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "Suddenly the door warps in it's frame, and falls as a duegar bashes through it. He immediately steps back, revealing his companion duegar and a female drow, who is finishing the last of several potions, the bottles littering the floor.\n\n\"Come get us, fragile adventurers,\" she laughs, \"You will be sacrificed to Lolth, and this resistance will only make you taste the sweeter to her.\" The drow's face contorts into a horrid smile, and her wretched laughter echoes off of the caves walls.\n\n \n Spoiler \n You all (frame 3)\n The enemies (frame 4)\n "
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": "Initiative: (1d20+2)[ 17 ] "
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20+2)[ 16 ] initiative as well\n "
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "OOC: Um, guys? I need actions... please? There isn't a surprise round, if that's what you were wondering. (or maybe there was, and it as the bashing of the door and evil monologue....)"
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Tauron, his bloodrage not yet subsided, snorted and roared at the Drow while charging furiously as he frothed at the mouth YOUR SPIDER-BITCH IS AS NOTHING TO THE PRINCE OF BEASTS! he raised his axe and drove it straight at the head of the first Duergar.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n Has my rage worn off? I don't think so, but if it has i'll change this post (1d20+11)[ 15 ] attack (1d12+9)[ 10 ] I'll go to I7\n "
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Shylaeser \n\nFlower grabs his bow and sends an arrow into the fray, letting his decanter drop as the bolt flies over the scraggly minotaurs head.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInit: was 3\n\nAttack H8\nAttack: (1d20+5)[ 25 ] \nDamage: (1d8+2)[ 8 ] \n\nOOC:.......?Crit?🤨\nBoo Ya!\n "
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nTo confirm crit: (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \nDamage: (1d8+2)[ 3 ] \nDarn.☹️\n😛\n "
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble \n\n\nWimble draws his bow while taking a step back, and fires an arrow at the other dwarf.\n\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nWimble moves to C4(allies sheet) and draws his weapon during the move action. He makes an attack roll against the Duegar that Tauron is not attacking.\n\nAttack - (1d20+6)[ 24 ] \nDamage - (1d6)[ 6 ] + (1d6)[ 4 ] \n Skirmish adds the extra 1d6 damage because Wimble moved at least 10ft this round.\n\n Precise Shot (feat) makes it so that Tauron or any other ally that engages Wimble's target before Wimble acts does not give him a -4 penalty to his the target\n "
},
{
"author": "Yeril",
"message": " \n\"Burn with the fire of the silver ones!\" she whispers, moving into position and hurling a blast of silvery energy at the drow.\n\n (1d20+4)[ 22 ] Initiative\n (1d20+9)[ 15 ] (-4 if she is in Melee with anyone)\n (2d6)[ 6 ] \n (1d20+4)[ 9 ] Caster level check to overcome SR."
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "Turn order: Roywyn -> Wimble -> Tauron -> Drow -> Due1 -> Flower -> Due2 -> Nicholas\n\nRoywyn's attack against the drow is aimed perfectly, but the energy fizzles out when it strikes her, doing nothing.\n\nWimble: After his quick steps, his attack does serious damage to the duegar.\n\nTauron: Rushes toward the duegar Wimble does not attack, and swings his axe threateningly, though his attack is blocked by the experienced duegar's shield. (You have 3 rounds of rage left).\n\nThe drow takes a small step toward the injured duegar and heals him, then waggles her fingers mysteriously and throws a spell at Roywyn. Suddenly she feels the power leave her limbs, and she cannot move. (start with will saves next round, if you would)\n\nThe duegar attacked by Tauron reciprocates in kind, and his blow land on the barbarian, dealing 5 damage.\n\nFlower: His arrow strikes true, doing considerable damage to the duegar.\n\nThe second duegar, seeing his companion strike the barbarian, takes after him, and his blow lands hard, dealing 8 damage to Tauron.\n\nNicholas, it seems, is stunned at the sudden appearance of his enemies, and takes no actions.\n\n Enemies - Allies "
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "As Taurons various wounds bleeding all over the ground, Tauron yells incoherently, and swings his axe again at Duergar, bellowing in bestial and unholy fury.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+11)[ 24 ] Attack (1d12+9)[ 12 ] Some healing would nice, if i get hit by those to for 12 damage I is dead 😦\n "
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": "DM:\n \n Spoiler \n\nWould you deem it doable to blandly control the cleric if he doesn't post for any rounds? *cough*i.e. heals*cough*\n \n\n Wimble \n Undercommon: \n \n Spoiler \n\n \"Bloody underwench...\" Wimble murmers.\n \n\nWimble advances and fires another shot.\n\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nWimble moves to E3(allies) and fires an arrow at the Duegar that Tauron is attacking.\n\nAttack - (1d20+7)[ 10 ] \nDamage - (1d6)[ 1 ] + (1d6)[ 5 ] \n Skirmish \n Point Blank Shot \n Precise Shot \n "
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "OOC:\n \n Spoiler \nYes, if he doesn't post actions for this round, I'll have him healing. I will probably move him up to first in the initiative order, like he had taken a readied action.\n "
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nWill save: (1d20+4)[ 10 ] \nAlso, If your using hold person it shouldn't work, as he's a plant and is thus not affected by all that stuff.\n "
},
{
"author": "Yeril",
"message": "Roywyn struggles against the mental bonds, but she feels- no, she knows that luck is on her side.\n\n (1d20+10)[ 21 ] Willsave"
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": "Round 2\n\nNicholas: Rushes forward and heals Tauron for (2d8+4)[ 16 ] HP\n\nRoywyn: easly breaks the bonds holding her captive.\n\nWimble: Sprints and lets an arrow fly, but fails to hit his target\n\nTauron: Roaring in fury, his massive sword carves a large wound it the duegar.\n\nDrow: Chanting fiercely, sweat dripping from her brow, she casts powerful spells of healing on her allies, and their wounds disappear.\n\nDue1: Renewed, he attacks Tauron, but he misses completely\n\nFlower: Shoots an arrow at the drow. It hits, but seems not to do any damage\n\nDue2: Feeling the strength come back into his bones, the duegar takes a small step forward, and swings again at Tauron, connecting successfully for 6 damage.\n\n Enemies - Allies "
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble \n \"We need to concentrate our attack on one.\" Wimble mutters quietly through his clenched teeth.\n\nHe moves closer and lets fly yet another arrow.\n\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nWimble moves to E2(allies) and fires.\n\nattack - (1d20+7)[ 21 ] \ndamage - (1d6)[ 1 ] + (1d6)[ 1 ] \n Skirmish \n Precise Shot \n Point Blank Shot \n "
},
{
"author": "Yeril",
"message": "Easily breaking her bonds, she manifests the power of the Eldarin to smite the drow once more via a sickly green ray, Cursing under her breath as the previous blasts had no effect.\n\n (1d20+9)[ 12 ] Ranged Touch (-4 if she is in Melee with anyone)\n (2d6)[ 5 ] DC 17 Fort vs Sickening\n (1d20+4)[ 11 ] Caster level check to overcome SR."
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": "Running between the two smallfolk, Flower uses his centrifical force to spin around the wall and let off another arrow.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove to 5C /allies.\nAttack Dwarf 2, -4 in melee, +1 Point blank shot: (1d20+2)[ 4 ] \nDamage +1 Point blank shot: (1d8+3)[ 11 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Lord_Asmodeus",
"message": "Tauron, snarling in fiery rage lurched forward and cleaved sideways at his axe, aiming for the stunty neck of the second Deurgar\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+11)[ 14 ] attack (1d12+9)[ 14 ] damage also I believe this is my last rage turn... crap, one of them better die ><\n "
},
{
"author": "Bandededed",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nThis round was a round for missing, apparently...\n \n\nNicholas: Heals Tauron for 8 HP, then moves nearer to the duegar.\n\nRoywyn: Her attack again fizzles out against the drow, who smiles at her\n\nWimble: After his movement, Wimble's shot arcs to nick his target, deu2.\n \n Spoiler \nYou were 5 ft of movement too short to make it to E2, so you ended up in E3. The way I had you moving, you took two diagonal steps, which are 15 feet total. Let me know if you did something different.\n \n\nTauron: Though at full health, he can feel his rage slowly giving way. His last strike wavers, and, instead of cleaving a duegar, he catches only the breastplate of intended target.\n\nThe drow moves her fingers quickly, and suddenly Tauron feels fear greater than any he has ever known build in his chest. She then turns her attention to the duegar next to her (due1) and casts another spell.\n\nThat same duegar smiles wickedly at Tauron as he attacks, but whatever it was that was bolstering his confidence has no effect as his hammer moves through the space Tauron had just dodged from.\n\nFlower: After his dash, his arrow flies far overhead, sticking in the door frame.\n\nThe second duegar tries to swing at Nicholas, but his efforts are in vain, and the shield that Nicholas had looted from the dead duegar intercepted the duegar's hammer.\n\n Enemies - Allies \n \n Spoiler \nLord_Asmodeus, you've been hit by cause fear . Not only did you roll a 1 on your save, you also got a 1 on your \"rounds spent running away.\" You will flee from the drow for 2 rounds total, but you can attack the duegar normally if they follow you down the hallway.\n "
},
{
"author": "Yeril",
"message": "Frustration growing, Roywyn grits her teeth and hurls another bolt at her target.\n\n (1d20+9)[ 19 ] Touch to hit, -4 if she is in a Melee.\n (2d6)[ 6 ] Damage, DC 17 fortitude save vs Sickening\n (1d20+4)[ 24 ] Caster level to Overcome SR."
},
{
"author": "tumble check",
"message": " Wimble \n\n\nWimble shifts his position to get a shot at the duegar that is now closer to him. He fires again.\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nWimble moves to (allies)E2 and then to F2(making a zigzag instead of moving diagonally, summing up to 10ft), and takes a shot at due2.\n\nattack - (1d20+7)[ 24 ] \ndamage - (1d6+1)[ 2 ] + (1d6)[ 5 ] \n Skirmish \n Point Blank Shot \n Precise Shot \n "
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{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": " http://crossproduct.mygamesonline.org/20/dnd.php \n\nBattle #1:\n\nTeam Super-Cool:\n wadledo's Dwarven Defender \n Zimmia's Mystic Theurge \n Sjiggie's Druid \n Armads's Wilder \n\nFighting an Ancient Green Dragon!"
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": " "
},
{
"author": "Armads",
"message": " Ben \n\nInitiative\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+1)[ 6 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Sjiggie",
"message": " Eronion \nInitiative= (1d20+4)[ 14 ] \n\nI have to update my spell list but I'll do that shortly"
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Wroughtbeard \n\nInititave: (1d20+5)[ 7 ] "
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": " Jhassantha \n\nInitative: (1d20+5)[ 20 ] "
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": "Initiative: (1d20)[ 7 ] \n\nOkie dokie. I have to set up the map. So you know, you're fighting the dragon in his lair, which is a water-filled grotto. That may help you decide what spells to prepare! And if you have any buffs you want to cast, you can do that before the battle."
},
{
"author": "Zimmia",
"message": "Okay I'm pretty much ready (I think). Does anyone have any special requests for spells though?\n\nOnce Tortoise sets the scene and we're ready to go the buffing shall commence."
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": "Okay, here's the scene:\n\nYou're sent off to kill a green dragon at his lair in a water-filled grotto. He's asleep underwater, but will wake up as soon as you enter his chamber. So before you go in, get ready with potions/spells you want to use to buff yourself up. I'm pretty much done setting up, except for some terrain.\n\nOh, yeah, and the players:\n wadledo \n Armads \n Sjiggie \n Zimmia "
},
{
"author": "Armads",
"message": "(Buff as listed in my character sheet, plus Metamorphosis into a Horned Devil)\n\nThe air around Ben ripples, and he suddenly turns into a 9 foot tall devil, with distinctive horns around his head. His eyes flare red, and many layers of defensive shielding appear around his body. The claws of the devil grow even larger and more wicked looking.\n\n(AC is now 82, or 76 if I lose use of my items. Claw attack bonus is +32, I think)."
},
{
"author": "Tortoise262",
"message": "Sorry for taking so long, guys! I have the map drawn out and I'll have it programmed in by the end of the night!\n\n http://crossproduct.mygamesonline.org/20/dnd.php \n\nEDIT: The map is set up, and we're ready to start!"
},
{
"author": "Sjiggie",
"message": "Eronion buffs up with Barkskin, Foresight, Protection from Energy (Acid) & Stoneskin on self and with Barkskin, Protection from Energy (Acid) & Stoneskin on his Animal Companion. He also cast one of his Fire Seeds spell to create 1 Acorn grenade (details in spoiler block under attacks) \n\nOnce inside the cave he will cast his sonic substituted call Lightning storm his animal companion will walk to L12-N14\n\n Eronion has 1 resist energy spell left for who wants it. \n \n Spoiler \n\nHit Points: 193 [8+ 4.5*19 +100 Con]\nAC 43 Touch 22, Flat 39 [+4 Dex +10 Armor +5 Deflection +7 Shield +5 Barkskin, +2 Insight (Foresight)]\n--- +x [Natural] Depends on Wildshape form\n---\nInitiative: +4 [+4 Dex]\nBAB/Grap: +15/+14 [+4Bab, -1Str]\nSpeed 30 30 Base \nDR10/Adamantine\nNever surprised or flat-footed (Foresight)\n\n Saves: \nFort +25 [12 Druid +05 Con, +1 Competence +5 Resistance]\nRefl +18 [06 Druid +04 Dex, +1 Competence +5 Resistance, +2 Insight (Foresight)]\nWill +31 [12 Druid +13 Wis, +1 Competence +5 Resistance]\n Immunity to all Poisons, +4 vs spell-like abilities of Feys \nProtection from Energy (Acid) 120/120\n\n Attacks: \n+17 Staff of The Woodlands 1d6+1 20/x2 Bludgeoning 15 Bab –1 Str +2 enchantment +1 Competence \n10/10 Lightning Bolts 5d6 Sonic Reflex DC 28 for half damage\n+19 Ranged Touch Acorn Grenade 20d6 range 100ft\n\n\n Spells Prepared \nLevel 0 [DC 23] Detect Magic, Detect Poison, Guidance, Guidance, Light, Mending\nLevel 1 [DC 24] Cure Light Wounds, Entangle, Entangle, Faerie Fire, Longstrider, Produce Flame, Sonic Substituted Produce Flame, Sonic Substituted Produce Flame, Shillelagh\nLevel 2 [DC 25] Barkskin, Barkskin , Extended Sonic Substituted Produce Flame, Fog Cloud, Gust of Wind, Resist Energy, Spider Climb, Warp Wood\nLevel 3 [DC 26] Call Lightning, Greater Magic Fang, Greater Magic Fang, Protection from Energy, Protection from Energy , Sleet Storm, Spike Growth\nLevel 4 [DC 27] Air Walk, Control Water, Dispel Magic, Extended Sonic Substituted Call Lightning, Flame Strike, Freedom of Movement, Giant Vermin, Ice Storm\nLevel 5 [DC 28] Animal Growth, Call Sonic Substituted Lightning Storm , Death Ward, Stoneskin, Stoneskin , Tree Stride, Wall of Fire, Wall of Thorns\nLevel 6 [DC 29] Antilife Shell, Fire Seeds, Fire Seeds , Liveoak, Spellstaff, Wall of Stone\nLevel 7 [DC 30] Animate Plants, Control Weather, Fire Storm, Heal, Sunbeam, True Seeing\nLevel 8 [DC 31] Earthquake, Finger of Death, Reverse Gravity, Sunburst, Sunburst, Whirlwind\nLevel 9 [DC 32] Elemental Swarm, Foresight , Shambler, Shapechange, Shapechange, Storm of Vengeance\n\nAnimal Companion\nTriceratops\nSize/Type: Huge Animal\nHit Dice: 18d8+138 (219hp)\nInitiative: +0\nSpeed: 40ft Base: 60ft 30 +30 enchantment\nArmor Class: 34 (-2 Size, 0 Dex, 13 Natural 8 Armor 5 Barkskin) Touch 8 Flat Footed 34\nBase Attack/Grapple: +13/+31\nAttack: Gore +21 Melee (3d8+15)\nSpace/Reach: 15ft/10ft\nSpecial Attacks: Powerful Charge, Trample 2d12+15\nSpecial Qualities: Low-light Vision, Scent, Link, Share Spell, Evasion DR10/Adamantine\nSaves: Fort +21 Refl: +12 Will: +7\nAbilities: Str 31 Dex 10 Con 25 Int 2 Wis 12 Cha 7\nSkills : Listen +13 Spot +14\nFeats : Alertness, Great Fortitude, Toughness (4), Improved Natural Attack (Gore)\n\nTricks: Combat Riding Bonus tricks: Grapple, Attack All\nPowerful Charge (Ex)\nWhen a triceratops charges, its gore attack deals 4d8+20 points of damage.\nTrample (Ex)\nReflex half DC 28. The save DC is Strength-based.\n\nProtection from Energy (Acid) 120/120\n "
}
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{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 24: BlueMoon vs. Kaldar \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 600 XP\n GP Award: 600 GP\n\n Bronz - BlueMoon \n Bigmac - Kaldar \n All Combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Rolling Init. Also buying a scroll of hold person and a punching dagger\n\n initiative - (1d20+5)[ 16 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Hold person? Nice. Surprised the match with Buell is over already.\nI'll have to think about my equipment. I'll roll initiative but I don't expect you to go (or you can buy in response) if you win initiative.\n\n init - (1d20-3)[ 2 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Just for the hell of it I bought a potion of invisibility.\n\nLet's get it on!"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "<sigh> I guess I'll buy a scroll of blindsight then."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Kaldar Round 1\n\nI decided that I should probably buy another scroll of hold person as well (in case one doesn't work for some reason). 😛\n\nKaldar starts off holding a scroll in one hand and nothing in the other. He starts in Y (13 or 14, whichever side BlueMoon is on) and moves to R (13/14). He then readies an action.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nKaldar will also activate his travel devotion as a swift action. He's carryin a scroll of hold person\n\nHP: 14\nAC: 17\nEffects: Travel Devotion 1/10, Readied Action\nLocation: R13 (or 14 depending on BlueMoons starting loc).\n\nReady Action\n \n Spoiler \n\nCast Hold Person on BlueMoon if I get LoE and he's in range of the spell.\n \n\n\nReadied Spells\n \n Spoiler \n\n0: Guidance, Virtue, Create Water x2\n1: Command x2, Sanctuary, (Rhino's Rush)\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " BlueMoon - round 1\n\n\nStart: B13, Guirasame and script in hand\nSwift: Use script\nFree: Shift and Rage\nMove: Move to M12\n\nStandard:\n \n Spoiler \n\nReady an action to move if Kaldar gains LoE or moves more than 30'\n \n\n\nStats!:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 27\nAC: 17\nActive Buffs: Shift 1/8, Rage 1/8, Punishing Stance */*\nCurrent Speed: 70\nCurrent Location: M12\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Sorry,your move was a little unexpected so I had to take some time to think about what i was going to do.\n\nKaldar round 2\n\nKaldar wil draw his shield (but it is still loosed and not active yet so to speak)as a move action and then ready an action\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 14\nAC: 17\nEffects: Travel Devotion /10, Readied Action\nLocation: R13\n\nReady Action\n \n Spoiler \n\ntake a 5ft step and cast Cast Hold Person on BlueMoon if 1) he attacks me, 2) if he gets 5ft from me and doesn't attack (i.e readies an action which we have been treating as an observable evant) 3) he stops moving and I have LoE and he's in range of the spell\n \n\n\nReadied Spells\n \n Spoiler \n\n0: Guidance, Virtue, Create Water x2\n1: Command x2, Sanctuary, (Rhino's Rush)\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " BlueMoon - round 2\n\nMove: Move to M11 (turn not done!)\n\nI need to know if anything happens when I move here (ie LoE from you)\n\n\nStats!:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 27\nAC: 17\nActive Buffs: Shift 1/8, Rage 1/8, Punishing Stance */*\nCurrent Speed: 70\nCurrent Location: M12\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "nothing happens"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " BlueMoon - round 2 (cont'd)\n\nIn that case, I continue on.\n\n\nMove (cont'd): Continue move to Q13\nStandard:\n \n Spoiler \n\nReady an action to Steely Strike if he acts in anyway.\n \n\n\n\nAh, I love the quick ones. Either way this will be over soon.\n\n\n\nStats!:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 27\nAC: 17\nActive Buffs: Shift 2/8, Rage 2/8, Punishing Stance */*\nCurrent Speed: 70\nCurrent Location: Q13\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Sorry. End turn."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "I need to know, did you ready an action when you got to Q13? We've been treating readied actions as observable events, so that's why I'm asking."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Oh? Didn't know that. Must have missed the match with that ruling.\n\nIn any case, yup, there is indeed a readied action ready. If that makes sense.\n\nEdit: So wait, you can ready an action in response to the readying of an action by another?\n\nIt just dawned on me, but that can be substantial in tactics, and should definitely be on the front page as such."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Well, I was assuming that was the case. I mean, we've been posting So and so moves and readies an action so that's why I figured I could react to it. But now that I think about it, there hasn't been ruleing on it, so not sure which way to go. The specific wording of (one of) my ready action triggers was\n\n if he gets 5ft from me and doesn't attack (i.e readies an action which we have been treating as an observable evant) \n\nSo either way my action should trigger before your ready action, weither I could observe it or not.\n\nKaldar takes a 5ft step to Q14 and casts hold person defensivly\n concentration - (1d20+7)[ 21 ] vs DC 17\n casterlvlcheck - (1d20+2)[ 7 ] vs DC4\n\nEdit: Looks like it worked. Make a will save.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nComing soon\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Alright. But here's my question now. Does my ready action go off in response to your action? Honestly I've never had something like that trigger before.\n\nWould you want me to ask for a ref or you just want to self ref?\n\nIf Self Ref:\nCheck my readied action and see if it triggers due to your actions just taken.\n\n\nI'll roll the save after that. Don't want to know the result of something that may not pass and influence my actions."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Well, my action was set to trigger if you got 5ft from me and didn't attack. Which happened when you started to ready an action. Since readying is a standard action and not a swift or immedeate one, it takes a some amount of time, and during that time I moved and casted in response to your not attacking (readying). Ready action rules state that my action would happen just before the trigger that caused it (i.e. you readying the action) so I move and cast just before you ready, and then after I've cast you finish readying your action.\n\nThat's how I see it, but I might be biased. At least that's how the scenario played out in my head when I came up with the trigger. Feel free to get another ref to look at it if you think there's something wrong in my arguement."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Honestly I think I see it that way too. The more I think about it, the more the way you stated works in my head.\n\nSo, no trigger.\n\nI will use my moment of perfect mind maneuver.\n\n concentration check - (1d20+9)[ 27 ] vs. DC13\n\nEdit: Looks like I saved. Your turn."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " I will use my moment of perfect mind maneuver. \n\nI was hopeing for that honestly. I think I found a flaw in your character build and it's my only hope for this match.\n\nFrom the SRD class descriptions:\n\n Rage (Ex): \n<snip>\nWhile raging, a barbarian cannot use any Charisma-, Dexterity-, or Intelligence-based skills (except for Balance, Escape Artist, Intimidate, and Ride), the Concentration skill, or any abilities that require patience or concentration , nor can he cast spells or activate magic items that require a command word, a spell trigger (such as a wand), or spell completion (such as a scroll) to function.\n<snip> \n\nNow, activating the maneuver does not require concentration. From ToB pg. 39:\n\n Unlike with spells or powers, you need not concentrate to initiate a maneuver or stance. \n\nSo, you are able to initiate the moment of perfect mind maneuver, but you can't use the concentration skill. So, in my opnion, your will save then becomes your concentartion check which is either a 0 or a 9. Either way I think it would cause you to fail your save.\n\nI'll go ask a high ref to come in and give their opnion."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "I think he's got you there Bronz. You can't use Concentration at all while raging, even for a manuever. Roll a regular old will save.\n\nEdit: unless the issue is whether or not he auto-fails for attempting it. I'd say just reroll a regular will save. Its not like his character wouldn't know that he couldn't do that."
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Ref Terran \n\nInteresting...\n\nI will agree that BlueMoon cannot use his concentration skill while raging, which is spelled out quite plainly...\n\nLet me look around ToB and see if he could actually use that maneuver...\n\nIn the meantime...if any other ref would like to jump in and make a ruling, go for it...\n\nI'll post back here when I've taken a look at ToB.\n\n(Edit)@ Paladin.\n\nWhat BM is saying is that BlueMoon has used his maneuver and should therefore, take his concentration roll, which he cannot make....\n\nThis is just plain confusing..."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Whoa, Mavianesque nitpicking right there my friend. Nicely done. Obviously I disagree, as maneuver itself is called, and happens to call on the concentration skill as a check.\n\nIt mentions specifically anytime you need to make a will save.\n\nAnd the question remains also. If indeed I am not able to make a check, if I cannot do so am I allowed a Will save? As the concentration check replaces the will save, if the check is impossible the will save should be doable no?\n\nBut of course I'm bias so we'll see what happens."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Ninja'd by two refs, which is a good thing.\n\nI will forgo the use of the maneuver and make a will save as per Paladin.\n\n will - (1d20+1)[ 12 ] vs. DC13 (+2 from rage)\n\n\nEdit: Seems like I missed by one. I initiate Mad Foam Rager. Your go.\nEdit2: The point is moot anyway since I failed the save. I have one round to live heh"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Edit: NINJAS EVERYWHER!\n\nthe following is still valid, and it deserves some thought, even if the question is irrelivent.\n\nI learned from the best (Mavian). I still suggest that you would fail the concentration check and that since that REPLACES your will save (for better or worse) then you would be unable to concentrate. The initiation of the maneuver is a swift action, and clearly not concentrating itself. Thus the maneuver is activated and your concentration check replaces your will save. How you make a concentration check while raging is the real question that a high ref needs to sort out. If you fail you concentration check (which you should since you're raging), it wouldn't revert back to a will save. Rather you tried to rely on your clarity of mind to help you when you were being controlled by your emotions and thus it fails.\n\nAs far as what Paladin says about the character knowing better, I refer you back to where my cleric was unable to cast a spell because he didn't have a free hand. He would have known better too, but was still held to the posted action."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Right, the question is if it reverts or not automatically. If the check just doesn't happen I would essentially autofail, as player choice trumps \"what the character would do\" everytime here. If it reverts since a concentration check is literally impossible, not expending the maneuver, then there is a will save. A conundrum to be sure.\n\nBut, just to clarify, the maneuver is an immediate action. Just to be nit picky 😎\n\nHowever, we can iron this out later. Let's get on with the match!"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Kaldar round 3\n\nDrop the scroll as a free action. Move to Q17 and then back to Q14 as a swift action. Draw a punching dagger during the move as a free action. Deliver a Cue-da-grace with punching dagger as a full round action.\n\n attack - (1d20+3)[ 21 ] \n damage - (3d4+12)[ 16 ] \n\nDC 26 fort save to survive."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "Mechanically, Bigmac is right. This has happened many times in the past. Now its noted for future matches. It should be ruled as such. I think Mad Foam still takes place then.\n\nEdit: Slow, Paladin. Too slow..."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Ok. We have a tactical error here that definitely needs resolved. I just looked up Mad Foam Rager, and as I thought it was a no action, it is an immediate action, and therefore we must figure out if my immediate action is spent (as the concentration check is literally impossible).\n\nIf it is spent, I need to save. If it is not, I am not paralyzed due to Mad Foam Rager delaying the spell effect for a round."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Well, you declared you were using the maneuver. It doesn't require concentration to use, so there is NO reason why you shouldn't be held to using it.\n\nWeither it fails and reverts or auto fails is up to the high ref, but essentially a moot point right now.\n\nSince you already declared your use of the maneuver, then you can't really use Mad Foam Rager to delay it's effects since it too is an immedeate action and you can only have one of those per round."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Alright, I'll go along with that, though I still think if the Concentration check is impossible the maneuver reverts and is also impossible.\n\nI will go along with things for now though:\nLet's see if I get lucky. I get held, then on your turn you move. I get a new will save (due to hold person)\n\n will save - (1d20+1)[ 7 ] DC13\n\nEdit: I failed that save, and you attack me. As I am not technically flat footed, and can take purely mental actions, I use Mad Foam Rager to delay your coup de grace til the end of my next turn.\n\nProbably a formality but I need to delay death as much as possible."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "I might as well just do my saves to get this over with. The damage is probably going to be enough to kill me anyway.\n\n will save - (1d20+1)[ 2 ] DC13\n\n fort save - (1d20+12)[ 18 ] 1st coup de grace\n fort save - (1d20+12)[ 17 ] incoming 2nd coup de grace"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "So I lose by a technicality. Ready for the next one.\n\nEdit: Fort saves were supposed to be at +9. Failed anyway heh.\nEdit2: I'm an idiot. For two reasons. GAH!"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Well, you're are held at least until your turn to act in round 3 when you get your next chance to make will save.\n\nI act first in round 3, so I move and make my attack. IF you survive that, then you can make another save.\n\nSince you used your rager ability to delay the effects of the coup de grace, you make it to the middle of round 3, and then you can make your will save, which you failed. Hold person lasts 2 rounds, so you will be held till your turn to act in the middle of round 4.\n\nYou are delaying the effects of the coup de grace till round 4, when it will become active at the exact same time you become unheld.\n\nSince you aren't down yet, Kaldar will deliver another coup de grace for good measure.\n\n attack - (1d20+3)[ 12 ] \n damage - (3d4+12)[ 24 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Well, I was hope to be able to cheese that match from you. I wasn't sure it would work, and I'm positive you're not going to fall for it a second time. Guess I'll have to think of something else to use to destory a mad foam raging barbarian that can obliterate your in one touch. I'll work on getting a new match thread set up if you're sure you don't want to wait for Kyeudo to come in and give it the once over before we start again."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " High Ref Paladin Latham \n\nOne of you can set up the rematch. For gods sake back this match and that one up in the archives!\n\n Kaldar is declared the winner and recieves 600xp and 600gp. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Eh I'd rather just get on with it. Blue is level three anyway and some gold isn't going to change anything in the long run."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "Just a thought: Its going to get harder to find 8 players for level 3 and up matches. Should we just have 4 gladiators at double elimination for those kinds of rounds?\n\nEdit: If you're serious about forfeiting the next match, you get second place gold and Kaldar gets another 600xp and 1st place gold."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "WHOA! Who said I was forfeiting the next match? I said to move forward with the next match and not wait for Kyeudo to verify the rulings we have here.\n\nNo forfeit for me!"
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " GM Kyeudo \n\nBigmac asked me to make a final ruling here to clear up the manuver monkey buisness in case it happens in later rounds.\n\nEvery ruling followed seems A OK.\n\nThe manuver does not require you to be able to make a Concentration check to be activated, and so you can activate it while unable to Concentrate.\n\nOnce an action is declared, so long as the initial action was legal, the action continues, even if the legal action would immediately fail due to other circumstances.\n\nThe manuver specificly replaces your Will save with a Concentration check. It does not give you an either/or choice. Since you can't Concentrate while raging, all Concentration checks while raging automaticly fail. Therefore the Will save was replaced by a failed Concentration check.\n\nEDIT: We should probably add \"Mavianesque\" to the terminology section. 😉"
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"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "Today would seem like a normal day to most of the inhabitants of The Village Hidden in the Shadows, but for three of it's Genin, it is their first assignment to a true ninja team. It seemed almost like an eternity since graduation from the academy, and it had taken a week for any indication of being assigned to a team to appear. Since receiving the letter two days ago, this moment has been particularly difficult to be patient for.\n\nThe location to meet was the top of a condemned apartment building in the villages East District. The roof itself is flat and empty, save for the concrete rail along the edge, the rusted fire stairs along the side of the building, and the stairwell. From this point there is an excellent view of the village, with few other buildings as tall to block the view.\n\nParticularly in sight from the rooftop was the surrounding district, full of similarly gray, abandoned structure which exudes an aura of decimation and hopeless left over from the last Great Shinobi War. Such an aura fades after spying the numerous cranes and other machines of construction around the area, signifying the efforts of reconstruction.\n\nIt is now nearing the appointed time of noon. Had there not been so much shadow, you suppose that between the noon sun and the concrete roof, the heat may have been unbearable.\n\n(OOC: The roof is sixty by sixty feet, so there's plenty of room to fool around. It is two stories (20ft) higher than the closest buildings, and 15ft away. Enjoy)"
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\nHara had actually decided to arrive early for an event in her life, rather then her normal habit of waiting until the absolute last moment and go running off on whatever errand it was. A good hour early in case their jounin was already there and she could get a good read of them. But that didn't seem possible since nobody was up there who looked older. So instead Hara had hunkered down in one of the corners most covered by shadow and drawn her knees up to her chest with her arms around them.\n\nThick black hair obscured her face and dangled down to her shoulders and obscured her rich brown eyes. A loose light green gi hung off of her lanky form, armored mesh netting easily seen underneath of it. Like most ninja her sandals had openings for her toes and were a deep blue color. Unlike most of her clothing, Hara's cotton pans were rather tight so as to not obstruct her movement and the young girl, not even a teenager, seemed very obsessed with her hand at the moment. Moving something like a calligraphy brush across the palm of the other with a very distracted air to her."
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n\nA few minutes later Aoshi arrived. Seeing Hara in the corner he noded his head as a form of welcome, but remain silent - it newer was easy to start conversations for him, and besides the girl didn't look like a talkative person. Instead he pulled out a book and started to read it while awaiting for other member of the team - and the teacher - to arrive.\n\n((OOC: Team 3? I thought that there are 3 teams running already, and that would make us Team D. [edit]Okay nevermind, was explained in OOC thread))"
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nThe third arrival was a relatively short, but definitely older ninja. He was dressed strangely for a ninja, wearing neither armor nor the standard ninja-suit that almost everyone had. Instead, he wore a simple loose-fitting gray tee-shirt and a pair of gray pants. A belt looped around his waist, with two large pouches and a holster for shurikens attached to it. He certainly didn't look like a ninja, and anyone who didn't know better would just assume he was another errant teenager.\n\nJalin brushed his almond-colored bangs out of his eyes with one hand, glancing about for his teammates. Jalin immediately frowned once he realized that neither of his teammates were exactly the most talkative. The older ninja clapped his hands rather loudly, hoping to get their attention.\n\n Good morning everyone! "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\nOf course it was the movement on the rooftop that drew her eyes up to the other people, that flicker of motion before someone came into sight. It was reassuring and worrying at the same time since it meant she wasn't alone any more and now she might need to start worrying. However neither of the two seemed all that edgy, not as much as her at least, so she continued what she was doing.\n\nBut with the loud clap the lanky girl jumped and her eyes flew up to the source, brown eyes going wide for a moment before everything registered. And when it did, one had a very embrassed looking genin. What sort of ninja jumped at the smallest little noise? Especially from their team-mate? They were going to think she was weak or a scaredy cat if she kept this up..\n\n\" Good morning to you too. "
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n\nAoshi noticed the clap, but took his time to finish the page he was reading and bookmark it. Afterwards he responded to the last team member.\n\n So you are the last member? Welcome then... \n \"I wonder when the jounin will come... - he though to himself - It's almost the time for which the meeting was scheduled. "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "A brief flash of light illuminates the top of the roof, signifying that the sun has reached and passed it zenith. The warmth brought by the sun fades quickly as the shadow of the valley returns quickly to impose its ambient light and temperature.\n\nOnly twenty seconds pass before the sound of footsteps can be head, and for the stairwell emerge a non-impressive looking boy. He is taller than you by only a dozen centimeters, and certaintly older by only two or three years. His dark hair falls down to a few inches above his neck with only the headband on his forehead to direct the hair away from his soft, blue eyes. On his form is a white gi, grayed slightly by extended use, and over his shoulder is a heavy cloth sack. Particularly noticible are his feet, which walk barefoot on the concrete roof.\n\nHe stands at the door to the stairwell as he eyes each of you curiously before, with an expression of child-like confusion, softly stateing, \"Strange, you don't look like chuunin.\" "
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n Probably because we aren't chuunins, but genins... Aoshi replied simply\n\n Who is this kid, anyway? Is he supposed to be... No, impossible... A Jounin that young? young Kaguya disbelived the thought, that this boy could be his sensei."
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\n\" Are you a martial artist? \" Came the curious question as her face was pulled up once more to regard the new arrival. He looked like the type who practiced taijutsu more then one who specialized in the stealthy and quiet sort of missions that shinobi were hired out for...did that mean there would be less assassination missions?\n\nThe hand Hara had been staring at was closed tightly as the lanky dark haired girl rose up to her feet and approached the three others by a couple of steps."
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "The teenager gives a cheerful grin to the oldest genin of the group. \"Is that so?\" , he asks lightly before turning to Hara. He stretches his arm over his head and looks upwards.\n\n \"Well, you could say that I'm Martial Artist, but I do try to learn a bit of everything.\" , he notes humbly to the group. \"I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Mizuno Daichi, and I'm to be your Jounin and sensei.\" \n\nHis eyes are closed playfully as he smiles to the three genin. \"So, why don't I start by answering any questions you have, and then let you introduce yourselves.\" "
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n Introduction? Well I'm Aoshi of the Kaguya clan... extinct Kaguya clan to be more precise. And I'm mostly taijutsu user, though I plan on learning a bit of ninjutsu... I think thats all there is to say. - Aoshi replied hiding the book in his pouch while doing so.\n\n So he is a Jounin and our sensei. I wonder what \"chuunin\" stuff was all about... a joke? "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\n\" I'm.. \n Don't tell them! You know what'll happen if they find out! Even if that other guy is one, doesn't mean he knows about the Shikotsu Myaku. Best to just keep it simple.. \n\n\" Hara...of Onee-chan's orphanage. A pleasure Daichi-sensei....why did you think we were chuunin? \" Came the next curious question as the female shuffled from one foot to the other, crossing her arms over her chest. Soon enough her brown eyes were drifting around the roof top to the man who had first spoken up upon arriving on the roof. No question or inquiry just an expectant gaze."
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nJalin grinned at his Jounin's appearance.\n\n A martial artist, huh? This is gonna be fun.. Just my kind of guy! \n I'm Kyuha Jalin. I've got minor training as a medic-nin. Other than that.. I happen to prefer fighting with my fists. Thats about it for me. Now for my question: What about you? \n\nHe directs the last part, namely his question, toward his jounin."
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "Daichi assumes the same position of passive, head-skyward humility as he describes himself. \"Like I said, you could say I'm a Martial Artist. I've been a Jounin for six years, but didn't really feel I was mature enough for the rank then. So for a while, I've been doing some independent studying, and now I'm home and have a bright young team to teach.\" The sweet cheerfulness of his voice continues to permeate the area as he directs his attention first to Hara, and then the group as a whole.\n\n \"That's a very good question, Hara. I knew you were not chuunin, but I wanted to know if you thought you could be chuunin. Though it wasn't a question, Aoshi answered for you with a definite no. This brings us to our first lesson. \n\nThe young Jounin begins to walk past the group as he talks and out towards the edge. His voice becomes slightly monotone as his back slowly takes position towards the group. \"A ninja should not be limited by his choices in a situation. He or she must be able to improvise and adapt. While there may seem to be only one or two answers, in this case, 'you are' or 'you are not', you must be able to see at least one more option among your choices. Answering either positive or negative would overwhelm the fact that at some point you will be Chuunin, or that you may advance to Jounin and cease to be a Chuunin. An excellent answer would be that you will become Chuunin. \n\nStopping at the edge, he turns around and takes a seat on the barrier. Most of his cheerfulness is now hidden behind a face of seriousness and patience. \"With this in mind, let's try a simple question. Would you say that a glass of water is half full, or half empty?\" "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\nShe remained silent for a long moment, thinking on the question. Unclenched hand rising up to tap an index finger against her chin as she thought about what Mizuno-sensei had said and the question he poised. Think about the other options...with that in mind Hara believed she had a answer. Might not be the 'right' one but it certainly seemed to fit the bill of what was expected.\n\n\" You never said how much liquid was in the glass Mizuno-sensei. It could be completely empty or full without that information and not have any halves. \" Came the slow thoughtful response, her eyes searching the jounin's for a hint she was saying the wrong thing so she could stop without embrassing herself too badly."
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n And even if we asume that the glass is filled in half, by the merit of how the question was put... Aoshi spoke ...it still doesn't mean we have to use one description or another and thus limit ourselves. Wether we say it's half-full or half-empty we still get the same result: half of a glass of water. Paraphasing what you said earlier we could even say it will become completly full or completly emty in the future... but I'm probably overdoing it. I just hope I didn't sound like an idiot. - the genin chuckled."
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nJalin frowned for a moment. The answers proved by his team were nice, but they felt a bit overcomplicated. Certainly if it was a factor, then the amount of liquid in the glass would have been mentioned.\n\n I would say it's a glass that someone has drank out of. "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "The Jounin takes a moment to lean in and get comfortable on the ledge. He clasps his hands together and holds his elbows at his knees. \"Those are all very good answers, and you seem to have grasped the drill quickly. However, only Jalin actually answered the question. 'I don't know', and 'It won't matter' are exactly the sort of answers being sought, but you two focused too much on giving a right answer and assumed too much to reach them.\" \n\nThe Jounin closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath before confessing, \"Of course, the question itself does leave a lot to assume. Personally, I'm suprised a liquid could hold it's shape long enough to think about it. Let's try one with a bit less to assume. Why are we here?\" "
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n The short and simple answer would be that we are here because we were asked to meet you here. The long and overthought answer would probably be: \"We are here because we were reformed in a new team with you as a leader and we are suppose to carry out your orders and learn from you.\" Aoshi smiled slightly."
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\n\" We're already here so...uh...doesn't matter why we're here just with what we're going to do...right? \" A light shade of pink fluttered across her cheeks for a moment when she was told that it wasn't the exact answer that Mizuno-sensei had been looking for. But no one could be perfect...could they? Maybe this one would be better in any case."
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nThe older genin scratched his head at the new question. What the hell kind of question was that?\n\n ..Uh.. We're here because we want to be? "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " “Again, all of those are answers that fit, but they are not what is being saught; You’re still trying to find the right answer.\" Daichi continues, wearing the same expression of patience as he explains. \"Think about the question; what exactly was I asking? There’s not much context than can be put to it except what you percieve from experience, so how can you answer the question correctly?”\n \nDaichi stays silent for a few moments after this, but it is clear he is not expecting an answer. He sets his hands behind his head and leans backwards over the edge, using his legs to keep himself from balancing off the building. “Here’s my answer. While this spot is definetly a good vantage point, all that can be seen from here are the old buildings of the East District. Since the war, it has been largely abandoned, and few want to travel in this area, much less live here. Yet, there is still activity. The people who come here now do not do so because of any particular quality this district posseses, but because they can see past the harsh and insisting decay of the area and view the area as vibrant once more.”\n\n“There’s no particular truth behind what I say. Ask any of the people down there and you’ll rarely hear them say that’s how they see things; you’re liklier to hear the truth from them than from me. They need money, they want privacy, they’re supposed to, is what you'll hear, and it will be absolutely right. This is merely my point of view as I see it from this building, and that is why we are here.”\n\n\n“Let’s try one more time now. Why are you here?” "
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n Uh... we are here because we aren't anywhere else? But seriously speaking if neither of previous answers weren't correct then I have no idea what the correct one is... - Aoshi shaked his headd in confusion\n\n((OCC: Yeah, I'm seriosly confused... Perhaps I missed something obvious for people who use english as a primary language, dunno...))"
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Malek \n ((OCC: Yeah, I'm seriosly confused... Perhaps I missed something obvious for people who use english as a primary language, dunno...)) \n \n\n \n Spoiler \nThe question would have been more clear if it was phrased as \"Why are we here?\" instead. \"You\" implies self, not the group as a whole.\n \n\n Jalin \n\nJalin gets quiet for a moment, a look of concentration masking his normally calm features.\n\n We're here to look on the past mistakes of this village so that we do not repeat them. We are here to take our first step toward greatness, but we must first gaze into the eyes of failure so that we are hardened against it should we see it again. We are here because this place is a gateway of sorts, a gateway into the past of this village. "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\n\" Isn't this a point of view sort of thing? Any answer we give is 'right' to some extent but its what you want to hear that we're supposed to say and I don't know what you want to hear Mizuno-sensei. \"\n\nHara said with more then a little confusion in her voice. Thats what she thought was going on anyway. It didn't sound right though. He had said why he was there...sort of...and wanted to know why they were here. So why was she here? Because she had been called here. Because it was meant to be. Because she had too. Because...\n\n\" And I'm...because I passed the test to become a genin and I'm supposed to meet you and Aoshi and Jalin. \""
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " \"Point of view is exactly what I'm trying to get you to see. I wanted to hear you give a type of answer, not a definite one. Not like the type of answers you would be given on a test at the Academy. Those questions are easily answered in real-life; 'How far can you throw a shuriken, or what is the opposing ninja team after?' It's important that you be able to identify a point of view away from the simple facts. 'Is it the right thing to put someones life at risk if it gives you a shot at your target? Why are your opponents after their goal, and could you make them want to lose for you?' Those sort of answers are rarely the same, and cannot be answered directly.\n\n\"The truth is set, and if you rely on it, so too shall be your options. It's when you understand all the ways that you can see what's in front of you that you will have the ultimate ability to improvise and adapt.\" The Jounin stands up and leans down to pick up his bag.\n\n \"That should be enough for the first day. So if your up for it, I have a mission for you three.\" he says, holding the bag out to the three.\n\n(OOC: Inside the bag are 8 explosives and a detonator. Your mission for today is to place the explosives in the building in such a manner as to have the building fall in on itself. There are twelve floors and three support beams, one on each of the North, South, and East sides of the building. There is a stairwell leading from top to bottom on the North-West side. You are then to return to the top of the building and await further orders.)"
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n Just one question before we go to make sure: The target building uninhabited I assume? \n\n((OOC: For next 2-3 days I might be slow to post if something happens since O'm going to school for the weekend. Thankfully I'm studying computer sience so I should have access to the net.))"
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "The Jounin tosses his head for a moment before answering Aoshi's question. \"As far as I can tell, nobody's lived here for a while, so it's safe to assume nobody else is here. However, it's still a good idea to take a look before doing anything.\" \n\nHe takes the detonator from the bag, and sits back down on the ledge to begin fiddling with it.\n\n(OOC: On an additional note; you are not required to make any demolitions checks to properly place the explosives. All you must do is convene and decide where in the building it would be best to place the explosives.)"
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n Ah, I think that we should take at least briefly check the place - there is always an possibility of some homeless person or a kid beeing there. Anyone else has other questions to sensei or can we start the mission? - Aoshi asked his teammates.\n\n((OOC: If nobody else does Aoshi will take the explosives))"
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Knowledge Tactics - (1d20+7)[ 24 ] . Checking to see if someone had used a style of controlled demolition before as part of some sort of plan.\n \n\n Jalin \n\nThe other boy picks up two of the explosives and sticks them in a belt pouch before handing the bag to his compatriots. The relatively old ninja looked down, toward the building they were on. His right hand absentmindedly began to stroke his jaw. He wears a look of intense concentration, as if he were thinking long and hard about the task given to them.\n\n It's not hard. If we place explosives inside the building, theres the risk that the explosion will force debris outward and potentially harm someone. So, what we want to do is force debris inward. As such, we should place the explosives on the outside of the building. \n\nUpon realizing what he looked like from the outside, Jalin immediately popped his head up and grinned widely.\n\n ..Or I could be wrong and the explosion kills everyone involved! "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "As Jalin attempts to recollect any strategies used to bring down buildings to share with the group, few come to mind. Rarely do ninja bring down tall structures to achieve their goal. In the few cases they have, explosives are used to destroy the support structures on the first floor, and occasionally on the 12th and 15th floors as well to fragment the building further and prevent the debris from falling too far. It was noted that staircases often carried as much support as the rest of the building.\n\n-=-=-=-\n\nAfter a thorough search of the building, it is clear that there are no others present. During your search, a few details about the building become evident. While the buildings is made of concrete, the walls inside each floor are wooden, making the structure equivalent to a hollow shell. The supports on the midpoint of each outer-wall are made of concrete as well, though the staircase does seem to have certain elements of steel."
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": "((So how about setting them up at the three support beams, one on the stairwell, one on the sixth and 12th floor, and another on on the west side with the last one...somewhere?))"
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": "((Presumably we'd have to set the explosives so that one explosive mirrored the other, to prevent the structure from falling one way or another))"
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": "((I think that Callos's plan is probably the best - I suggest to put the last one also on stairs - they're reinforced with steel so they might need a little more strength to destroy))"
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "Over the next hour, the three of you move around the building, placing explosives as you go. Most of the explosives end up on the first floor, either on a support beam, at the base of the stairs, or against the empty wall. As you make your way back to the top, you leave charges on the sixth and twelfth floor.\n\nAt the top, Diachi can be seen sitting upon the empty cloth sack and fiddling with the detonator. He ceases his tampering and stands up to greet you again.\n\n \"Hello students. I take it all of the charges have been properly placed? There is one last thing I want you to do today.\" The Jounin takes a moment to toy with the detonator before holding it out face-forward. On the front of the detonator can be seen a digital counter.\n\nDaichi's voice takes a more sinister tone. \"This building is now prepared to be demolish thanks to your work. Unfortunately, you are at the top, and even at your fastest pace you won't make it down the building in less than three minutes. That limit is why I have set this timer to two minutes.\" The Jounin presses a switch on the side and the counter lights up with '2:00'. He takes a single step backward and falls into stance. His body begins to glow with a faint hue of blue.\n\n \"Your orders are; Do as you must.\" The timer moves down a second."
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": "(( Initiative (1d20+3=22) woohoo nice... awaiting for the turn order before doing anything else ;P)"
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nTaking it in stride, Jalin thinks for a moment.\n\n How are you guys going to get off the top of this building? Hopefully, everyone has some way of either moving fast or.. Well, flying. \n\n( (1d20+2)[ 22 ] Initiative)"
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\nAfter planting the explosives, with the guidance of her fellow team members, it was a welcome relief to come back up to the top of the roof to report to their sensei that their task had been completed without too much of a hassle. How hard could it be to bring down a building after all?\n\nThats when the hammer fell and so did her jaw.\n\n He's going to blow up the building with us on it?! \n\nIt was as if something had froze inside of her head, making it impossible to hash out a plan with the others. Instead she observed them with the same shocked and dismayed expression as chakra flowed smoothly through her thin bony frame, making her stronger and faster. A simple combination of jutsu that most ninja at least knew of, but Hara knew it still wouldn't be possible to run all the way down through the building to escape the blast. Instead she took a more direct route.\n\nThe words had hardly left Jalin's mouth before a black haired blur went whipping past, the young genius sprinting towards the west edge at full speed and showing no signs of stopping. At the very last second Hara bent her leading leg and and pushed . The result was to send her flying over the edge towards the next building, one that was a good two stories lower.\n\nWind ripped past her face drawing a smile form the subdued girl as she closed the distance to the other ledge and began the free fall towards the roof of the other building. For the first time she didn't have a care in the world..for a little bit anyway. Hara didn't want to physically harm herself in this little stunt after all. Hands pulled through the motions of some hand signs, hard to do with the wind pulling at her...\n\n\" Kawarimi no jutsu! \" Came the ghostly call from down the ledge as Hara called into a slab of stone to act as her substitute underneath of her. Focusing once more, the slip of a girl planted her feet on the substitute's back and pushed off at the last second, pulling her arms and legs in and rolling nimbly across the roof top. Wincing some, Hara pulled herself up and looked amazed when she noticed only a couple of mild bruises and scrapes and nothing serious. Turning to look over her shoulder to were the rest of her team was, she cupped her mouth and shouted loudly \" C'mon! You don't have much time! \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC:\nIniative: (1d20+2)[ 7 ] \nShodan check: 1d20+5=21 \nNamidatsu Check: 1d20+5=24 \nFirst Jump Check and Action point: 1d20+4=24, 1d6=2 \nSubstitution check: 1d20+6=15 \nSecond Jump Check: 1d20+4=23 \nTumble check: 1d20+3=20 \n "
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": "((Well since the initiatives are there))\n\n Aoshi \n I suspect that you don't give us the detonator if we ask for it? If so... - Aoshi quickly made a few handseals and disappeared in a puff of smoke leaving only a piece of debris behind.\n ... then we'll have to try to take it. - split seconds after his disappearance Kaguya appeared behind his sensei and attempted to snatch the detonator from his hand.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Shodan Kousoku (2 extra chakra to add +4 to perform) (1d20+13=27) \n Kawarimi no Jutsu (1 extra chakra to add +2 to perform) (1d20+11=20) [Yeah, the roll had a wrong description, I know/ I'm attempting this in hopes of catching sensei flat footed xD]\n Attack Roll (vs the detonator, touch attack I think) (1d20+7=20, 1d6=5) \nCP 11/16\nAP 5/6\n "
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nThe older shinobi didn't move as Hara ran past and leap off the building. Glad that she was safe, Jalin simply shut her out of his mind. The important thing now was to get Aoshi off the building before it exploded. He mentally counted down the time, keeping tabs on it to ensure he didn't shave things alittle too closely.\n\nHe wasn't surprised by the threat of the explosion. And certainly the idea of dying wasn't a big problem to him. He was alittle worried about Aoshi getting out alive, and right now that was all that mattered. Jalin quickly formed a plan, something that would let him help in atleast a minor way. He began speaking, addressing the jounin directly and ensuring that, at best, he'd distract the jounin with his various questions.\n\n But why? Assuming we fail, we'd have died. Theres not alot of other genin around here, and our deaths would reflect badly on you. So why allow the risk of our deaths? Are we even in danger? Is this just another test of our ability to react? \n\nEven as he spoke, he slowly worked the hand-seals of one of his jutsus. If he succeeded in distracting the jounin, then the hand-seals wouldn't be necessary. If he failed in distracting the jounin, he'd have to save Aoshi anyway. Jalin grinned as an idea formed in his head. There would be time to save Aoshi, and certainly enough to save himself.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUnless you want me to roll, I'm not gonna bother. With an innate +11 and no modifications done to the hand-seals, I auto-succeed on the perform check.\n "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "As Aoshi and Jalin prepare to face their sensei, Hara makes a desperate jump across to the next building. The Jounin doesn't even bat an eye towards her as she runs, standing incredibly still in his stance. He stays completely stationary until Aoshi disappears in a blur, raising only an eyebrow cleverly.\n\nWhen Aoshi appears behind the Jounin, Jalin can see a look of surprise on the sensei's face. Aoshi's maneuver to catch Mizuno off-guard succeeds, but is short lived as he opens himself up to grab at the detonator. The sensei turns and strikes his palm against Aoshi's shoulder, sending a shock into Aoshi's arm and forcing him to withdraw.\n\nWith a similar hand-sign to Aoshi's, Mizuno becomes a single blur between his current position and directly in front of Jalin. Seven inches taller, he towers over him menacingly and laughes. Jalin cannot see an attack, only feeling a sudden sharp pain in the center of his chest radiating to the rest of his body.\n\nHis heart skips a beat.\n\n |0|1|54| \n \n Spoiler \nAoshi makes a Disarm Attempt and provokes an AoO. Aoshi takes 6 Raiton Damage and fails the disarm.\n\nDaichi performs Sandan Kousoku, converting hit points to Chakra. He attacks Jalin once for 11 Raiton Damage.\n\nTurn order is:\nAoshi\nJalin\nDaichi\nHara\n "
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n Damn. I could try a bit longer but Jalin got hit badly. I don't think that he could handle another hit. \n Jalin, get over here! - Aoshi shouted while simultanously concentrating chakra on his feet and pulling out something from his pouch.\n\n \n Spoiler \nKinobori - Autosucces due to Harmony feat\nCP 10/16\nReady action to throw Makibishi if Jalin comes to me to block off senseis path\nNow the building has 12 floors. Floor is about 3 meters high, so 3 floors otal to 9 meters or 30 feet. That means the whole building is about 120 feet tall, ame I missing something? 😁\n \n\n\n((OOC: Zero do you wan't to go suicide and risk getting hurt/killed while I attempt to get the detonator, or do we follow plan B i.e. getting the hell out of here?))"
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nGrinning, the smaller ninja ducked away and begin moving toward Aoshi. He finished the handsigns for his transformation jutsu just as he arrived.\n\n Grab on! \n\nRunning toward the edge, Jalin reaches out to grab Aoshi. He waited a moment, then yelled to the other ninja to jump. As soon as Aoshi was in the air, the missing-nin from the Land of Fire exploded into a cloud of smoke.\n\nJalin had used Henge no Jutsu to transform himself into a glider, and using Aoshi's downward momentum as a spring-board to force the glider to go forward faster than it would fall. They'd easily get space away from the building that way.\n\n \n Spoiler \nPerforming Henge no Jutsu , auto-success. Not converting Chakra to hit points. Based on Aoshi's jump check, we could easily clear the area since I am a glider.\n "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "Though Jalin has turned his back on his sensei to run, he does not take the opportunity to strike, nor does his follow after Jalin as he transforms into a glider and flies Aoshi and himself to safety on the next building.\n\nIt takes a few moments before realizing that your sensei has not followed yet. You only have time to blink to be proven wrong as he tumbles in on a blur, then stands and takes stance.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAoshi and Jalin successfully fly the gap, joining Hara. Combat breaks for one round, and Daichi successfully jumps the gap. Re-roll initiative.\n "
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n Hmmm. Since we're no longer on the mined building, and we shouldn't be caught in the explosion unless we messed up setting up explosives, then what is the \"goal\" now? Getting the detonator stil? Or just trying to beat you? - Kaguya was was puzzled, and perhaps this dulled his reactions\n\n \n Spoiler \n Initiative (1d20+3=5) \nShodan Kousoku is still in action under the new rules.\nActual actions will come when I'll learn my place in initiative order and/or get some explanations from sensei assuming that he is willing to talk :P\n "
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nThe moment he lands, Jalin rolls and lets go of the Henge . He immediately pulls out one of his smoke bombs and flings it against the ground. Once their sensai arrives, however, he readies himself. Since he was effectively invisible behind the smoke-wall, he immediately went through the hand-seals of Bunshin no Jutsu .\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+2)[ 13 ] \n\nDuring the one-round break in combat, Jalin is going to ignite and throw a smoke bomb centered on his square, hopefully he'll catch Aoshi in it as well.\n\nOn my turn, I'm going to perform Bunshin no Jutsu, make only one clone. The rest of my plan will depend on Hara's and Aoshi's ability to grasp the plan. 😛\n "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\nA sigh of relief came from the bony girl as both of her team mates came flying over the edge of the building to land on the same roof top that she had chosen to land on. But when their sensei came hurtling over as well and took up a fighting stance she...she looked very puzzled. Just to be safe though Hara pulled out out the fuuma shuriken concealed in her belt and held it in her good hand with a confused look on her face.\n\n\" Isn't the test over sensei? \""
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "The sensei continues to hold onto his recently serious demeanor as he answers his students questions. \"Jalin continues to have the right ideas. Consider that I am the aggressor of this situation. With your assistance, I am going to destroy a building. If you do not stop me, is it not possible I will try to set up more explosives in other buildings?\" Daichi taps his foot on the roof, shoving around a loose block of concrete. He shifts his stance and holds out the detonator.\n \n\"Perhaps I already have?\" \n\nWith out further warning, Daichi runs into the spreading smoke, joining Jalin and soon Aoshi in visual obscurity.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTurn order is;\nJalin,\nDaichi,\nAoshi,\nHara\n\nThe smoke will be at 15ft next round. Time remain is 1 minute and 36 seconds at the end of this round.\n "
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": "((Hmm, it seems I'm the only one that didn't post actions ahead of initiative count))\n\n Aoshi \n So he did it afterall... or at least he wants us to think so. Anyway getting rid of the detonator is probably the only way now. - the boy thought to himself. Under the cover of smoke he slipped the kimono from his arm slightly and then proceeded to pull the bone that went through his skin. After a few seconds he was holding an sharp ended weapon, typical for his clansmen in his right hand.\n\n Now to find him in that smoke... what is Jalin planning? \n \n Spoiler \nCreate bone weapon, medium size.\nCP 9/10\nLeft arm unusable: 1st round of 7\nAnnd thats about it for the round\n "
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nFinishing the hand signs for Bunshin no Jutsu , Jalin moved away from the point where his teacher had charged into the smoke. The bunshin clone immediately began to run toward the edge of the wall as Jalin began working on the handsigns for Henge no Jutsu .\n\nFrom outside the smoke, it'd appear as if Jalin had just fled and was dashing toward the edge rather quickly. The real Jalin would be invisible inside the smoke, however."
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "Everyone tenses as Aoshi, Jalin and Daichi all vanish in smoke. Nobody can tell what is going on, or who is where. Hara sees the smoke break as Jalin exits and makes a mad dash for the edge. He does not even turn his eyes to notice her.\n\nNothing seems to happen.\n\n \n Spoiler \nYou may make a DC 15 Listen Check to find Daichi's square, but take a 50% miss chance if you try to attack him while he is obscured.\n "
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nBecause he gave no other commands, the Bunshin simply runs off the edge without any thought. Jalin immediately repeats the jutsu, creating another clone in the spot he was at before dashing out of the cloud toward where he remembered Hara had been.\n\nThe moment he bursts from the cloud, his index finger goes up to his lips, signaling to the kunoichi not to make a sound."
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\nThe billowing of smoke made the girl freeze up as all of the other genin and her sensei went plunging into it to attempt a resolution. But when Jalin came running out and went straight over the edge she paused before joining them. Was he attempting to do what she had? But that wouldn't work! At best he'd only slow a tremendous fall!\n\nThen another Jalin came out from the smoke and raised a finger to his lips she understood and nodded. Creeping over to were he was, Hara leaned close with her mouth practically right next to his ear and whispering as softly as she possibly could.\n\n\" Do you have a plan Jalin-kun? \""
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nStaying quiet, the older ninja ran through the hand-signs for Henge no Jutsu quickly. He did his best to keep from making any sounds, and the moment he finished his run-through he pointed toward the large shuriken in her hands. Jalin immediately jutted out a thumb toward the smoke cloud, hoping to convey the exceptionally simple message with an equally simple hand-gesture."
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "Hara and Jalin exchange signals to silently convey their plans. They do so efficiently, but do not have enough time to enact a plan before spotting their Jounin carrying a struggling Aoshi by the neck at the far end of the smokescreen. Aoshi's left arm is limp, and held in his right hand is undoubtedly the bones for the limb.\n\nThe Jounin is smiling once again, sinisterly. \"I hope you aren't planning anything while I have your teammate here. Be careful what you say or do next, you just might kill him!\n\n\"Then again, what is there to say? Just how much sense can you make out of all of this to say anything?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nAoshi and Daichi are now grappling. Aoshi fails a second grapple check and is moved 15ft.\n "
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n If you kill me... you will loose... so go ahead, make my day! - Aoshi hissed while simultaneously making an desparate attempt to struggle free.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Grapple (1d20+5=25) Escape grapple, should be 23, forgot to add penalty for one arm being unusable.\n "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\n\" Negotiations then Daichi-sensei. Shinobi have multiple tools to solve problems, what are your demands? If you have none we should assume your merely a crazed arsonist and seek out the ANBU to stop you. \"\n\nHara's voice came from behind Jalin who had his back turned to Daichi. With a flick of her wrist, the pale girl opened up the four long blades and held the weapon at the ready as she saw Aoshi struggling to get free from their Jounin teacher.\n\n\" Daichi-sensei, I also ask for a prisoner exchange. Aoshi-kun is injured and Jalin-kun can at least prevent him from getting worse. Aoshi-kun for me, sound fair? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nOOC:\n\nReadying an action: If Aoshi gets free, throw the fuuma shuriken at the detonator (In a 'knock it out of his hands' kind of way not 'cut it in half' kind of way).\n\n (1d20+2)[ 11 ] \n\nIf he agrees to the prisoner exchange then Hara will step forward though once Aoshi is a good distance away.\n "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "Aoshi makes a brief struggle to break free of Daichi's grasp, only to strafe around the Jounin and end up back in the same position. Once again maintaining a good hold on his hostage, Daichi directs his grin towards Hara.\n\n \"Demands? Sure, I have some demands, maybe even an exchange. I'll give you my prisoner here and the detonator, and in exchange, you all hand over all the money you have.\" Daichi anchors his glowing hand particularly close to Aoshi's head. \"I trust you have your wallets with you, or else I just might do as my hostage dares.\" "
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nThe ninja stayed where he was, keeping himself quiet. With his back turned to his jounin, keeping the more powerful ninja from seeing the hand-seals he was performing, Jalin begin to perform Henge no Jutsu .\n\nAs soon as he was finished, he turned around. Jalin now looked exactly like Aoshi, even down to the clothes he wore and the limp left arm. The Aoshi look-a-like pointed at the Jounin and yelled out rather loudly.\n\n Now! Attack him! \n\nIn that instance, the bunshin he had left in the smoke cloud rushed out toward the jounin. Without being able to identify the real Jalin, it would have appeared as if Aoshi had escaped.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAuto-success on Henge , not converting to HP.\n "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "Daichi raises a brow as Jalin transformed into Aoshi. On command, Hara lobs her fuuma shuriken, and both it and the clone descend upon Daichi. The jounin ignores the clone, letting it run at and hit him square in the face with little consequence as it burst into smoke upon contact. He tips the hand with the detonator in it, and hits the fuuma shuriken from below, sending it clattering off to the side.\n\nThe jounin pauses for a moment, then looks out towards Jalin/Aoshi, confused. \"I don't get it. Either your pretty bad at impersonating voices, or I'm failing to see a very clever trap hidden behind this.\" He squeezes Aoshi's neck before adding, \"If you do have a trap, spring it. Don't wait.\" "
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n Okay this is getting absurd. For one the the \"hostage\" issue - like I said before if you kill me your defense vanishes - hostages work only if you're crazy enough not to care about it or if you are able to scare the others to belive you. I don't think you're crazy, and I don't think you can scare them with this anyomre. As for \"money for hostage\" - we'll I can't speak for others but I don't take money with me on meetings that can turn in missions - it would be just dead weight. So that option is probably out too. Plus unless you're suicide you'll want to get away before detonation yourself, and that would leave time window for us to get the hell out of here. We also have exhausted possibilities of beating you - I can't get free, Jalin is out of chakra and Hara won't be much challenge by herself - if this would be an real life or death situation only option that would make sense now is for me and Hara to stall you while Jalin tries to find someone capable of dealing with threat fo your level. By ourselves we are yet to weak to deal with an jounin - even if he's holding back. - Aoshi shrugged.\n\n((OOC: I'll be +/- unavailable for the coming week due to exams. Afterwards I will probably start work, but I should be able to update once-twice a week)"
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\n\" Sensei...we we're never supposed to try and get the detonater were we? I don't think you even really gave us explosives to set up in the building or that there's even other ones in other buildings since you'd be killing yourself in the process which would be pointless. \" Hara said pointedly with frustration lacing her voice after the shuriken had failed to hit its mark. That was indeed something she'd have to work on in the future before trying such a thing again. But something about what Aoshi had said had rang true in her head, especially when she thought back to what Daichi-sensei had said before to one of Jalin's actions or words.\n\n\" Well...its that or you collected the bombs even as we set them up...Jalin-kun, can you go check the rooftop? Sensei had a bag up there that might hold some more answers for us. \""
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nFrowning, Jalin released the Henge . When Aoshi made his speech, he kept quiet and didn't say anything. After all, that was Aoshi's business, not his. However, he took notice when Hara addressed him directly and asked him to expend more chakra. Jalin's frown deepened. He kept his voice low as he responded to Hara's question.\n\n I could, but I don't think I could help Aoshi if I do. Honestly, it doesn't matter. I'm gonna venture that we have about 45 seconds or less left now. If he wanted to escape the blast, if there is one, alive then he'd have to end this quickly. Which means either killing Aoshi and us, or running away and giving us a chance to escape as well. "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " \"Shut up, shut up, shut up!\" , Daichi shouts as he tosses Aoshi back and forward in his arm with each repetition. \"I can't stand people when they drag themselves out like that!\" Slowly (ever so slowly to Aoshi's chagrin), he stops shaking him and turns his attention to Hara.\n\n \"Pointless?\" , he says with equal curiosity as when the trap failed. \"What are you saying, that I can't do anything here? Is that so? If there really is no reason for me to be doing any of this, what do you plan to do?\" "
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n My plan? My plan is to stand here for the next.. oh.. 40 seconds? Or atleast until you move off this building. Even if you wanted to seriously hurt one of us, you wouldn't put yourself at the risk of death. And since this is training, you wouldn't put us at risk of death either. Ultimately, you'd have to be here to be away from the blast or on another building to be away from this blast. So no matter what we do now, we can't stop the explosions from going off. But we can keep ourselves alive by staying close to you. Either way, I don't intend to die today and if that means staying near you until that bomb goes off then so be it. \n\nJalin spit abit of his own blood on the floor. It was starting to back-up into his mouth from that last punch, and he couldn't keep ignoring it forever. Even as his legs strained to keep himself standing, he didn't let anyone seem him weaken.\n\n So, Daishi-sensei, what's it going to be? "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "The Jounin tenses up once more, putting a further squeeze on Aoshi's held neck. \"Is that your final answer?\" , he says more in confirmation than question. \"I suppose if it is, then I have no other choice. I surrender. As you pointed out, I have no intention to hurt you, of course.\" As his says this, he releases his grasp on Aoshi.\n\n \"I think that's about all we should do for today. We should get you some medical attention to make sure I didn't cause any serious harm, but first, back to questions for a moment. You knew this was training, and from that knew I wouldn't hurt you. If you knew this, and figured this was all pointless, why did you have to wait for me to quit before it ended?\" "
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n Wel if I'm understanding the question right, the answer is that you were the tester, and thus you had to decide when does the test end. In other words to end the test we had to convince you that the test no longer has a reason - in other words provide an correct answer. But if you ask why we didn't try to end it this way from the beggining - well perhaps we needed some time to actually see through to grasp the true point - or lack of such - of the test. \n\nWhile speaking Aoshi slowly hid the bone he'd pull out earlier behind his back - no reason to freak out others, and his left arm should heal any second anyway."
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nGrinning widely, he looks toward their sensei.\n\n Because anything else would be giving up in the face of adversity. If we surrender, then we've proven to be incapable of facing near-death, if we died, then we've proven that we were not fit to be jounin in the first place. So there was only one course of action for us. "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "Daichi raises a brow at Aoshi as he hides the bone in his hand, as if it wasn't visible while he was being held. \"I suppose it's true, I did give you a test and there is an unspoken obligation to at least answer the questions. If I recall though, I've never taken a test where I couldn't just leave, or at least set down my pencil. I remember doing that on a few less interesting subjects. They said I was an underachiever, but I never saw any reason to take the pointless tests.\" he says, losing his awareness slightly as if about to describe a story of his past. He does not, however, begin to monologue about himself, instead moving on to address the whole group.\n\n \"I guess this isn't the place for that sort of talk. What do you say that after we get a medical nin to examine all of you, we go someplace to eat and get to know each other? We should still be able to get lunch by the time we're done.\" "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\n\" Daichi-sensei...were there ever really bombs? \" Hara asked with more then a hint of curiousity coloring her tone as she went over to Jalin-kun and peered at him with a side-long glance. The both of them seemed injured but Daichi-sensei was close to Aoshi-kun so he wouldn't need any help getting to the medical nin.\n\nOnce she was close enough the pale skinny girl cast a glance down to the ground and asked the boy softly. \" Jalin-kun...I think I hurt myself in the jump from the other building, could you help me down the stairs? \""
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": "Jalin looked away for a moment, swallowing the little pool of blood that had collected in the back of his mouth. He choose to ignore the fact that the other kid was just holding a piece of his own arm for the time being. What with all kinds of jutsu floating around, it probably had an entirely reasonable explanation. The older ninja plastered on a grin, trying to keep his team from worrying too much, and limped over to help Hara.\n\n You gotta be careful with crazy jumps like that. It's dangerous to go alone, ya know? \n \n Spoiler \nA cookie if you get the reference.\n "
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n Perhaps you're right sensei... But then pencils don't follow us after we put them down, don't they? One could say that by removing ourselves from the other building we tried to \"end the test\". - replied Aoshi and shrugged. He wasn't to keen on the idea of \"getting to know each other\", but then it would probably prove impossible to find an good excuse to disappear. The best he could do is to sit quiet and hope they won't bother him too much."
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\n\" I know Jalin-kun. I'll attempt to be more careful in the future. \" Hara promised though what she said was odd in and off itself. One did not become a ninja so she or he could be safe, they usually did it out of some sort of patriotic need or of the need for excitement. If one wanted safe then they went into something calmer and less fatal...like baking.\n\nBut those sort of thoughts probably weren't what was going through Hara's mind as she slipped one arms underneath of Jalin's arms. Subtly supporting the older boy as she faked a minor limp of her as she had told the others."
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": " \"I suppose pencils do not follow you, Aoshi, but I did get yelled at quite frequently none-the-less.\" , he says, clearly with some less than fond memory a short distance from his tongue. He takes the detonator in his hand a chucks it over the edge. On the way down, Aoishi hangs back and does the same with his bones.\n\nCarefully, everyone makes their way down the building, with Hara helping Jalin down the stairs. Occasionally, Jalin receives a feeling, like a hiccup, except from high in his chest instead of his diaphram.\n\nOnce down on street level, you exit the complex of buildings and alleyways and head towards the main road. As you do, you have to duck under some red tape which had been placed there in your absence. After crossing more tape, this time yellow, you reach the main street which is surprisingly empty compared to when you saw it from above. Only a small group wearing yellow jackets hangs around, towards which Daichi shouts, \"You can go ahead once we're clear.\" \n\nA few minutes down the beaten path, you hear an series of explosions behind you, tenths of seconds between each other. Looking back, a large cloud of dust spreads several hundred meters out. Of twelve buildings, nothing remains amidst the rubble of the ones you had stood on.\n\n-=-=-=-\n\nAt the hospital, everyone is examined. Hara is told that nothing serious is hurt, but it would be best to avoid putting any more major stress on her legs today. Aoishi's neck, though sore, is perfectly fine. His shoulder, however, should not be expected to respond quickly for a few hours. Jalin's blood pressure is high, and his heart is skipping beats randomly. Though the rest of you are informed that you are free to go providing you get some rest tonight, Jalin is to stay at the hospital so his condition can be monitored for application.\n\nBefore leaving, Daichi can be seen being scolded by one of the taller, intimidating nurses.\n\n-=-=-=-\n\nAfter the hospital, the two genins and the jounin head back to the East District, and fall into a relatively empty restaurant. Daichi seems rather sullen as he mentions that everything is on him. After a waiter comes by to ask what drinks you want, Daichi smiles up at the two, though with less radiance than previously.\n\n \"So, where is it you two live?\" , he inquires, trying to strike some conversation.\n\n-=-=-=-\n\nJalin is taken to a hospital bed, and is hooked up to a heart monitor. After the nurse leaves upon comforting him that he'll be just fine, he is all alone in the room except for the rhythmic beat of the monitor. Every few minutes, the monitor goes flat for a beat, then after forcing the beats closer together as he watches the screen.\n\n \n Spoiler \nJalin needs to make a fortitude save.\n "
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Jalin's Save .\n "
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n Just a small room I rented. - Aoshi replies hestiantly.\n Nothing special, just enough space to sleep and keep some stuff. \n\n((OOC: Should I assume that I got healed by medics from those 4 points of damage, or whatever little I took?))"
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\nHara quietly ordered a plate of dango, waiting silently as Aoshi explained where he lived and Daichi asked where they lived. How was she supposed to answer? Was the test still going on? Maybe she was just over thinking the matter again...So instead she took a large bite of the sugary treat and chewed thoughtfully before answering the man.\n\n\" I live Sakada-senpai at the orphanage...what about you Daichi-sensei? Where do you live? \""
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "Jalin continues watching the heart monitor as it stops occasionally. Eventually, the pauses become placed further apart as his heart reasserts it's rhythm, until the only pause heard is between individual beats.\n\nAfter a few more minutes of waiting, one of the nurses returns to examine you. She goes through all the measures, checking your blood pressure and shining a light in your eye (whatever that may be for). She moves on to performing a Jutsu, and placing her hand on your chest for a moment. The nurse then informs you that if you'll just stay and rest for a few more minutes, you'll be free to go.\n\n-=-=-=-\n\nDaichi seems slightly surprised, but says, \"Right now, I'm temporarily staying with my parents until I find a place. Finding an apartment wasn't my first priority on returning.\" He looks at his glass of water for a few moments before asking.\n\n \"Are you brother and sister, or is Kaguya a clan name? I guess since you two don't live together, your probably not that closely related.\" \n \n Spoiler \nThe Nurses use Mystical Palm Technique on Jalin. He will recover twice the rate of hit points so long as you take not strenuous activity, as if resting. You may go ahead and join the others.\n "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\nHer world came to an abrupt and shuddering halt as Daichi-sensei mentioned the fact she used to be a member of the Kaguya clan. How did he know? Who had told him and what was he going to do with the information? Would she be driven out of the village as a monster again?\n\nThen her head swiveled around to look at Aoshi and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. So he was one too...had he done the same sort of things she had or was he different from her? More....normal. It was something she'd have to find out some day...but not now...maybe later on after she tried covering her tracks...\n\n\" Brother and...? Not at all Daichi-sensei, you must be mistaken about me. I'm just Hara. No Kaguya or anything else....and why do you still live in your parent's house? \" She said with a hint of bite in her tone. For the first time since the team had met Hara seemed downright hostile...in a subtle sort of way that girls and women had perfected the world over and just seemed to proclaim \"Drop it and no one will lose something they like.\""
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n\nDaichi's question caught Aoshi completly off-guard. Hara an Kaguya? Another member of the clan alive. Unbelivable... yet Hara's reaction seemed a bit to hasty and agressive. As if she was hiding something. Aoshi tried to hide his surprise and responded.\n\n- I know nothing of what you seem imply sensei. I can only say that I've met Hara for the first time on that roof. - the answers coudl wait - either Dachi will push the matter, or the truth will reveal itself during combat - Kaguyas clan abilities were obvious enoguh. And in the meantime...\n\n- Which reminds me - what did you use on Jalin and me? He looked pretty pale when we left him, and I can't say it tickled either. "
},
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"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nWhile the nurses were getting ready, Jalin got dressed. He waited patiently until he was told he could leave. Once given that freedom, he exercised it. The young shinobi made his way away from the hospital. He wandered for a bit, but avoided going to the diner where the rest of his team would be. After about thirty minutes of wandering, Jalin started heading home. It was getting late, and he certainly didn't want to talk to Daichi anymore today.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'm just gonna assume that, unless disturbed, Jalin is going to do his daily routine then head to bed early.\n "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "Daichi seems a bit taken aback by Hara's hostility. \"Well, hey, I'm just sixteen, you know?\" He blushes a little bit at the thought. He turns back to Aoshi.\n\n \"That technique was called The Heavenly Body. It's a mix of Taijutsu and Elemental Ninjutsu, and I'll say that it didn't make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside either. It forces chakra of your affinity into you, and if you don't have control over it, it really starts to wear on the body. I should have thought about how much control I had over it before using it.\n\n\"That was an interesting weapon you had back there, Aoshi. I didn't think you had it earlier, so I guess you summoned it, right? It's strange though that it looked alot like the bones from someones arms.\" \n\n-=-=-=-\n\nJalin heads home after the ordeal, looking to get some rest. By his estimate, it was still only early afternoon. If he went home to rest now, he might be able to get a bit of training in before going to sleep late."
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\n\" Daichi-sensei...how did you become a Jounin at sixteen?...And shouldn't you have earned enough to move out of your parent's house by now? \" Despite the somewhat...inquisitive and private nature of her questions, the bite has disappeared out of Hara's voice when he stopped pressing about her last name. It was bad enough she had done it in the first place and she could hear Sakada-sempai's voice scolding her in her head about her rudeness.\n\nWhat a way to start off the first day of being on a squad."
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n Yes, it was a bit special weapon, and you're close enough on what it was and how I got it - but I'd rather not discuss the details right now, unless it's necessary. Afterall secret weapons aren't very usefull if they aren't kept secret. - Aoshi smiled just for a second - Sooner or later you'll probably learn more about it anyway. "
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "Daichi nods to Aoshi and takes a sip of his water before raising his head in thought to Hara's question.\n\n \"I think those two can be answered at the same time. With a lot of hard work, I took and passed the Jounin exam six years ago. A few thought I was a prodigy, but a few others thought otherwise about me being a Jounin. After a bit of discussion with the later, I went on a journey, during which I... Ended up spending all of my money before the end.\" He looks down, a bit embarrassed of having spent all his money. \"I haven't had enough time since returning to build up enough to get my own place.\" "
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{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\n\" You spent it on gambling, didn't you sensei? \" Hara said a bit playfully as she picked up another stick of dango and took a bite out of it. Despite her paranoia she honestly felt herself relaxing here among the company of these two strangers. Well not really strangers since she was finding out more about Daichi sensei every second and already she knew something very important about Aoshi-kun."
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "Daichi picks up on the playfulness, pretending to frown and act crestfallen, \"Aw, that's not very nice. You should have more faith in the integrity of your teacher. Besides, isn't it illegal to do so at my age?\" \n\n----\n\nThe rest of lunch goes pleasantly, each of the three passing on little details and jokes to the others, enjoying the company and the free meal. The whole team heads home at their own pace, some before and some after the meal. It seems a bit early to do so, but Daichi reassures the two that they'll get down to training tomorrow.\n\n----\n\nThe next day comes too soon as your Sensei goes around to each of your homes early in the morning to pick you up, heading to Hara's, Aoshi's, then Jalin's residence. He drags all you out to a plain, open field a few hundred meters from the training grounds, motioning you to sit down on the grass as he takes a seat on a stray boulder.\n\n \"Okay guys. I've read over the profiles I've received, and it would seem skill-wise, we're one of the most similar team. We all have high aptitudes for taijutsu, and from there our skills branch out in vary degrees and styles.\n\n\"When the next chunin exam rolls around I want you all to be prepared, and if we focus on martial-arts as the core of your training, I know you won't have much trouble passing. However, before I start any kind of training program with you like that, I want to hear from you yourselves what you think you're good at, and what you're most interested in getting better at.\" \n \n Spoiler \nA single 4-hour period (1/2 training day) is available for use between the previous day and the current if you wish to take it.\n "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\nHara still remained a little withdrawn during the chat but she did open up just a little. It was when she got back to Sakada's that she truly got excited and spent a good bit telling the orphanage owner just what had happened all through out her day. After that though she went out back where kid's usually played and got to work herself on her own training.\n\n------------------------------------------------------\n\nSweat leaked down her brow and her muscles ached in ways she didn't know they could ache and still she hadn't made any progress with the technique! Desperation made her impatient and impatience made her careless. The more she tried the harder it got! In the end she almost wanted to cry from frustration but instead her shoulders sagged and she retreated inside for some sleep.\n\nJust in time for Daichi-sensei to come and get her. Yawning sleepily as she followed after her sensei until she got to the training ground and struggling to stay up on her feet as he spoke. \" Um...well the teachers always said I was good at taijutsu...I use some suiton based jutsu and my chakra control is probably a little below average. I'm...hard to take apart into individual categories Daichi-sensei. \""
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nDuring the night, Jalin spent his time meditating quietly. He went over his studies, replaying his training bouts in his mind to sharpen his technique. He thought back to a technique he had remembered reading about and thought to try and learn it.\n\n-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-\n\nHe made some progress during the early morning hours before the sun rose. He had even moved the wind around his finger just a tad. Most of it was due to luck though, but he did find a natural knack for moving the wind. He immediately went to the library to see what he could learn about the Wind element and whether certain people were more or less capable with it.\n\nWhen Daichi-sensei arrived, Jalin was sitting on his front porch, contemplating what he had learned. While they made their way to the field, Jalin picked up a couple of sets of kunai from a street-merchant. \" Uh, Daichi-sensei, I only know one taijutsu technique. I feel my talents lie more in the realm of ninjutsu . As for what I'm interested in getting better at.. Well, I have horrific chakra control. It's bad enough that I can barely control even the most basic of techniques. \""
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{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n\nAfter the lunch Aoshi quickly disappears. He spends some time at the office, filling the papers for a license, yet to his frustration he learns it'll take another day before he gets it. Having nothing better to do he heads back home to train a little, but despite his best attempts something seems to be going wrong.\n\n-------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nThe next day Dachi-sensei found Aoshi already waiting, and enjoying an book in the meantime. When they got to the training field he sat down and listened to both Dachi's question and his team-mates answers before replying.\n\n- As you guesed I'm primarly an Taijutsu user. Some teacher in academy claimed that I have wind-type chakra, but since I havn't had an occasion to learn any ninjutsu except for Kawarimi it's of no consequence for now. Apart from that I think I have quite decent chakra control - even though I don't seem to have natural talent for it I try to make up with training - but no skill in genjutsu. I also learned a bit about tactics from a... family friend... when I was young. \n \n Spoiler \nHP 24/27\nCP 16/16\n Zentai Bougyo (1d20=3) (Blah failed. Aaand since it takes 3 days with development I'll waste another 2.5 day of future training sessions >>)\nBuying Licensed licence - autosuced\n "
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"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "Daichi smiles and nods to each of you. \"Okay then. There isn't much I can do to help you guys with ninjutsu, since all of mine are elemental based. I could teach you a few Aoshi, but I'm not sure if you two would pick up on any of them.\" \n\nHe sighs and looks down from atop his boulder. He talks a bit under his breath, as if only to himself, but still loud enough to address you. \"If I had any money I'd buy you guys some scrolls and such to get you some real training.... But, I'm still your teacher, and know quite a few Taijutsu techniques I can teach you, and I have a friend of mine whom I sure wouldn't mind helping you guys out with your Chakra Control.\" he says, blushing a bit and wrapping an arm behind his head, \"I could use a few lesson on that myself.\" \n\nHe straitens his back, and does his best to look official in his announcement. \"So, this how we'll do our training. You guys will need to acquire any scrolls or equipment yourselves. If you being me a technique you want to learn, I can provide assistance and tutor your some. I can teach you myself any Taijutsu you're looking for, and my friend can handle your Chakra control training starting some time next week.\n\n\"As for today; We'll all start with a long distance run around the village, then come back here and do this list of exercises I worked out for you..\" he says, casually pulling a scroll from his pockets, rolling out it's several foot length full of writing, \"Should take us 'till lunch, then you guys can go ahead and do your own thing for the rest of the day.\" \n \n Spoiler \n Two full training days, from dawn to dusk, are here for you guys to exploit.\n\n As a policy (from now on), when you begin training a technique, you'll announce the technique at the beginning of training, then make the roll for it at the end. This way, if anything has happened in-between, you might have a higher modifier, and the time spent might feel less wasted than if you rolled at the beginning. \n "
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n\n- I have a bit money left over so I might help buying scrolls, as long as they aren't worth a fortune, and you sensei are willing to help by flashing your license before shopkeepers eyes. - Aoshi grinned - Not that I have anything better to spend it on. \n \n Spoiler \nOOC Stuff\n\n1. Aoshi is willing to pay for scrolls with Purchase DC equal or less than 10 - since I have +10 wealth it won't hurt my budget ;)\n\n2. Nice houserule, but what will happen if someone rolls enough to learn in half time?\n\n3. My two days are wasted on continuing the failed Zentai Bougyo - 0.5 more days before I can start learning something usefull xP\n "
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{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nIn between the training days, Jalin goes by to pick up a very simple battle vest. He's not really proficient in it's use, but he needs some form of armor to protect himself. He still practices with the Zankidan , successfully moving the air around his arm. Unfortunately he still doesn't have the amount of chakra control required to actually form the wind-spear."
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"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\nIt was during that mile-long run that Hara showed her true specialty to her fellow team members, running along with her easy lanky stride that kept her up at the same pace as everyone else even after the hard workout she had gone through the night before. It was only during the workout after the run that she started to show her fatigue.\n\nAfter Daichi-sensei's workout however she was quick to drag him into scroll shopping with her, finding some of the ones she was looking for to be too expensive for her meager budget. Two of them were still within her price range though and she was quick to purchase them after getting Daichi-sensei to show his license. On the walk back to the training grounds she was quick to confide in him. \" I want to be faster Daichi-sensei, can you help me? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nPurchase checks:\n\nLesser Scrolls of Seal:\n\n1st:\nSuizou no Jutsu (Rank 3)\nKage Buyou (Rank 3)\nRoll: (1d20+4)[ 6 ] \n\n2nd:\nSuisendan no Jutsu (Rank 2)\nShundou (Rank 4)\nRoll: (1d20+3)[ 7 ] (+1 if the first one fails)\n\n3rd:\nKyouran Suji!\nRoll: (1d20+2)[ 8 ] (+1 if one of the above failed or +2 if both did)\n\n4th:\nGatotsu Isshiki\nRoll: (1d20+1)[ 6 ] (I'm sure you've noticed a pattern by now. 😛 )\n "
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"author": "Malek",
"message": "((OOC: Did you buy an License, or did KoG agree on \"Sensei uses license, we provide the money\" thing? Anyway some purchases for me below)\n\n \n Spoiler \nI assume I go on buying after getting the License I bought earlier ;)\n\nSecond Belt Pouch (DC 4) - Autosuceed\nGarrote Wire (DC 6) - Auto\nKousen (DC 4) - Auto\n3 Exploding Tags (DC 10) - Auto\n\n Following only if KoG agrees on the license thing \nLesser Scroll of Seals 1 (DC 9) - Auto\nGatotsu Isshiki\n\nLesser Scroll of Seals 2 (DC 9) - Auto\nGatotsu Nishiki\n\nLesser Scroll of Seals 3 (DC 9) - Auto\nGatotsugyaku\n\n End stuff bought only with KoG approval \n\nAnd for a finishing touch - 4 Ninja Com devices xD\n Wealth rolls (DC 14 each) (1d20+12=31, 1d20+11=24, 1d20+10=20, 1d20+9=17) \nAll suceeded Wealth drops to +8\n\nCard will get updated after KoG checks in cease he won't allow something ;)\n "
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{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nPurchases:\nKunai(5) - DC 6: Auto-succeed.\nNinja-to - DC 11: (1d20+9)[ 26 ] \nTotal +8 Wealth afterwards.\n "
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"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "The rest of the day goes by uneventfully as you all train and make your purchases, some with Daichi's 'help'. He seems to be a bit against it at first, but agrees to do so as long as he holds onto the scrolls when you are not using them. After all, it would be a felony if you were caught with them.\n\nOne day rolls into the next, and Daichi comes back to your doors to fetch you at the crack of dawn. On his way to pick up Aoshi, he hands him a letter, the contents informing him of a place at the academy he needs to show up at this morning to take a test for his license.\n\nAoshi heads off for his license exam, and Daichi takes Hara and Jalin out to the same field, giving them instructions for a heavy warm up this time instead of a full run around the village and accompanying exercises.\n\n \"Once Aoshi finishes his examination, we're going to get our mission briefing, so don't tire yourselves out too much.\" \n\n-=-=-=-=-\n\nThe academy is awfully quiet as Aoshi walks through the halls, perhaps the fact that it's a Saturday lending to the feeling of loneliness. Heading to the assigned room, he sees four ninja waiting patiently, three taking seats and one at the head of the room.\n\nThe examiner explains the rules while he passes out the test to him and the others; Three sections, three hours, no cheating. Any further attempts to register for the license will be ignored if you do. Upon activating a stopwatch, the group is told to begin.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHara and Jalin get half a training day to finish things up while Aoshi takes his test. Aoshi needs to submit one roll each of Knowledge: Ninja Lore, Tactics, and History. If you don't have one of them, make an intelligence check in its place.\n "
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": "[OOC: Tsk... except for Ninja Lore I got my \"Typical Low Rolls\" (tm)]\n \n Spoiler \n Knowledge (Ninja Lore), Knowledge (Tactics), Knowledge (History) (1d20+2=16, 1d20+9=11, 1d20+2=8) \n "
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{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nThe genin showed up dressed in a new outfit. He grinned haphazardly toward Hara as the training began. The boy carried himself with a much more serious air about him, all more accented by the relatively large ninja-to hanging from dark blue sash.\n\nA large shinobi battle vest covered his chest, while his arms were exposed and uncovered. A pair of dark blue pants covered his legs, while the final touch came from the dark sunglasses that bridged his nose and obscured his eyes completely.\n\n Greetings, Hara-chan. Greetings, Daichi-sensei. Rather than risk being injured for our mission, I'd like to do some stretching and mental preparation instead. "
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{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\nThere seemed to be little different about Hara by the time the next day had rolled around, she showed none of the exertion from the day before and seemed as withdrawn and quiet as the previous two. But like Jalin she had apparently decided a change of look was in order on officially becoming a genin.\n\nThe faded green gi had been replaced with a faint pink one that had red cherry blossoms stitched into the bottom hem with a red sash tied tightly across her mid section. Her shuriken holsters was concealed under the edge of her gi behind her back. A pair of red pants covered her from the waist down, ballooning out with excess clothe and ending in simple shoes instead of the sandals from the day before. A blue ribbon had been used to tie back her black hair to leave her pale face exposed to the sun. Wordlessly she complied with the orders to conduct her warm-up excercises and gave a small smile to Aoshi when he greeted her.\n\n\" Morning Jalin-kun...what do you think our mission will be on? Do you think...enemy ninja might attack? \""
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"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "Training seems to go slowly after the warm-up, to the point where Daichi takes more to lying on the solitary rock than instructing Hara on Shodan techniques. Hours pass by before Aoshi returns, rather unenthused with the long test he had taken. Back together once more, the group heads away from the fields to get their first mission.\n\n--------\n\nThe group enters the bunker-like compound that stands in the place of a true Kage building, much in the same way the group of men that you stand before are stand-ins for a true Kage and elder council. Kinzen Ihesamo greets the four of you in a friendly manner, but gets to buisness quickly.\n\n\"A series of robberies in a City in the Earth Country have left their local peace-keepers scrambling to find the culprits. They’re spread a bit too thin for their liking, and have purchased a ninja team from us to help keep the peace while they investigate further.\"\n\n\"There may be some complications to the mission, since the events you will be taking care of may be quite varied under the term 'peace-keeping', but so long as you stick to your mission, there shouldn't be any trouble.\n\n\"Enough information has been contributed for us to go ahead and approve of this mission, but if you have any question you'll have to ask the chief of peace-keeping forces. He will be the sole person you take orders from, and you should seek to get as much clarification on your duties as possible when you arrive.\n\n\"We suggest you travel light for this mission; The peace-keeping forces have volunteered to pay for accommodations, as well as provide any equipment necessary to complete the task they give you.\n\n\"Though we can't answer much ourselves about this, we'll do our best to address any questions for your mission before you accept.\""
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"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nWith a sigh, Jalin asked the question that was on every genin's mind. He might as well get it done with now, before it became an issue during the mission.\n\n Will the chance of harming civilians come into play? What is the general state of the city at large? Will there be enemy ninja? "
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{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n\n- You said we have to travel light - is this beacause of need of mobility or is it some other reasons? "
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{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "Kinzen Ihesamo patiently addresses your questions one by one in his continually friendly yet formal tone. \"There shouldn't be a need to injure any civilians, and should be avoided at all cost. However, you will more than likely be required to detain citizenry if the situations require it, so be careful. Though it is unlikely, I would not like to have any incident occur between us and the Earth Country because some pedestrian was burned to death by some fire-technique.\n\n\"Due to the severity of the robberies, the city is all but under martial law. If anything happens, they want to be on it, so have increased 'patrols' to a maximum. We're fairly certain from our perspective that there is only one group involved in this, but you should not run into them at all. Whatever this group might be or composed of, we are fairly certain they are not ninja, nor should you run into any ninja at all unless the city has hired more than one team to take care of things.\"\n\nHe changes direction to Aoshi now, dropping just a bit or formalness. \"You do not have to travel light; It was merely a suggestion considering what will be at your disposal.\""
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"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Thank you, Ihesamo-sama. But I would like it known before we leave that I have reservations about this mission. I feel that we are not being told everything that we could be told. My only hope is that it is our employer, and not you, that is the one withholding information. Hara-chan, Aoshi-san, I'll be waiting outside. \n\nJalin's face is tranquil and emotionless as he speaks to both Ihesamo-sama and his teammates. He takes a rather long glance toward Daichi, who's almost the same height as he is. That look makes it rather obvious that he made no mention of Daichi when he spoke to his teammates. But Jalin stays quiet. He simply pushes those glasses up, keeping his eyes hidden away. A slight shift of his weight signaled that he was about to begin moving, and before long the young genin was already leaving.\n\nHe left the building in silence. I don't like this. I don't like it one damn bit. Something is seriously wrong if they aren't going to their own Hidden Village.. Why here? Isn't Iwagakure based somewhere in the Earth Country? Even assuming they didn't use ninja from there.. Aren't both the Rain Country and Grass Country that much closer than us? "
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"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\nThe Kaguya girl remained politely silent as her fellow team-mates talked with the village leader about the mission they were preparing to embark on. Unlike them though she didn't really have any questions and accepted the mission for what it was, a sort of naive trust that probably wouldn't last long in the harsh ninja world. Instead she silently followed Jalin out of the room with a troubled look on her face.\n\n\" Jalin-kun...do you really think that theres something off about this mission? I don't think Ihesamo would send us on a risky mission... \""
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{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Think about for a second, Hara-chan. Why come to Kagegakure? Isn't Iwagakure, the Village Hidden Among Rock, in the Earth Country? Isn't the Rain and Grass Countries also closer than us? The only reason I can think of for this city to appeal to Kagegakure for a ninja squad. That reason is that Iwagakure, Amegakure, or Kusagakure turned them down.\n\nNow, why would any Hidden Village turn down a mission? Because they have a team involved in it already, and that team isn't on the same side. I don't think this employer told us everything, or Ihesamo-sama is intentionally not telling us something.\n\nI only hope that it's our employer, and not Ihesamo-sama, that is lying to us. "
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{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\n\" ... \" Hara remained silent as Jalin explained his thoughts, nodding when she felt it right but remained silent for a little while after he finished. \" ...I thought that the Village Hidden in the Rain wasn't accepting any new jobs or something. But I don't think Ihesamo-sama would deliberately send us into danger we couldn't handle Jalin-kun, we're the hope of the village, remember? Doesn't the village suffer with any ninja that is killed? \"\n\nDespite some fairly...traumitizing experiences in her youth, Hara still naively trusted those who seemed like good choices for it. Which in this case meant Jalin and Ihesamo and lead to an argument in her mind about which was right. One could tell from the textbook like way she stated her case that she was merely parroting what she had most likely heard elsewhere."
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"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": "Jalin shrugged and lowered his head.\n\n I dunno.. It just seems weird. Why come all the way out here when Iwagakure is that much closer? The young genin takes note of Hara's oddly stated phrase, and visibly relaxes. He was starting to scare his friend. Listen, I'm sure Ihesamo-sama is doing what he thinks is best for us and the village. Don't worry about it, ok? I'm sure we'll be fine. \n\nJalin closed his eyes and pulled his sunglasses down. He grinned like an idiot without letting Hara see his pupils. At least putting her at ease would make him feel abit better about doing this."
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"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "Daichi walks out behind Jalin and Hara with Aoshi as Jalin relays his conspiracies to the ninja girl. Something seemed to be going on, but surely nothing conspiratorial? Regardless of where this suspicion came from, a clear answer should lie in the Earth Country.\n\nOnce outside, Daichi pulls everyone together and outlines the intenary on an beaten up, scirbbled on map. The route to South City is very linier, with little on the plains of hard soil between you and your destination. The only point of interest on the way would be the red line indicating the border of the Earth Country, which should not be a problem to cross. Not even the boulders the countries winds so infamously toss around like tumble weeds will be in the way, as South City is just outside the mountain range on the leeward side.\n\n-=-=-=-\n\nThe walk to South City is as dull as predicted. With Jalin doing his best to ignore Daichi, and Hara and Aoshi still wondering what to make of each other, there is little conversation to ease the journey. The distance seems to drag on forever as nothing provides any means to pass the time, but within two days you spy your destination loom over the horizon.\n\nYou pace quickens and within half an hour you stand upon the main street of South City, watching as the people bustle about what seems like an ordinary day. While the fact that the city is under siege is disguised under this blanket of activity, the number of closed buisnesses at this time of day and the visible patrol parties of peacekeepers betray that fact. While some of the officers seem on edge, they gladly point you in the right direction of South City's peacekeeper HQ after a few curious stares at your blank headbands.\n\nThe headquarters of the peacekeepers is a small and squat white-washed building, curious in comparison to the two redbrick office buildings flanking it. Walking in through the double doors, you stand adjacent to each other in a hallway streching the withd of the building, but barely long enough to hold two people side by side. A few benches sit agianst the interior wall, one with a group of three ninja and a jounin wearing Earth headbands sitting upon it. All four give your group a harsh look before an officer at a desk blocking access to another hallway to the rest of the building catches your attention.\n\n\"Hello there; You must be the Kagekure ninja's we sent for. If you'll wait a few moments, I'll go tell the chief you're here. Please, take a seat.\" he says, friendly enough in comparison to the the reception from the other ninja thus far. He gets up and dissapears into the rest of the building, leaving you to wait with the other ninja in the hallway lobby.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Sorry for the long wait. The page I worked on this was closed not once, but twice. Third write-up from memory here, but enjoy the moving-on-ness.\n "
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{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\nLike most of the time she had spent on their little 'test' Hara was quiet for most of the journey. Though if somebody seemed to want to talk to her, the girl seem amiable to the prospect. Once they reached Earth Country though, the genin clammed up entirely and stood with a wide-eyed cautiousness that would make many a ninja proud.\n\n...And promptly wilted once she was brought under the glare of the Stone ninja. Sticking close to her Jounin and Aoshi, the waif-like Hara took the farthest seat she could from the Earth country ninja and whispered softly to the boy. \" For just meeting us, their fairly unpleasant...do you think we're supposed to replace them or something? \""
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{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nKnowledge: Ninja Lore - Are Earth-nin as bad as Mist-nin or Rain-nin? Or are they just a more irritable group than normal? (1d20+10)[ 19 ] .\n\nJalin asks the generic questions. \"What's your favorite color/food/pasttime/what-have-you?\"\n \n\n Jalin \n\nJalin doesn't speak to Daichi unless directly questioned by the jounin. He had better things to do than talk to someone like him. He does, however, offer polite conversation to Hara and Aoshi. At least he can try and make his teammates feel more at ease around him and possibly learn a little about them at the same time.\n\nWhen they arrive at the Earth Country, however, Jalin stops the conversations. They were in hostile territory now, and conversation made them stand out from among the foliage. \" They're probably just that way all the time. Don't let it get to you. \""
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"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n Maby the ones we met just don't like strangers. - Aoshi shrugged - Either way we only saw a few of them - we'll have more than enough time to find out if such behavior is typical for the country. \n \n Spoiler \nTo KoG - what was the result of my \"license test\" anyway?\n "
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{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "Jalins original assumption is correct; Ninja of the Earth Country were generally distrustful of others, more so of those not from their own Hidden Village. Isolation behind its mountains does not serve the country too well in it's attitude towards outsiders, though the city you are in may have enough regular contact that most do not end up even slightly Xenophobic.\n\nThe Earth Ninja stares do not abate, distrust mixing with stiff curiosity as they seem to evaluate your group. With not much else to do while you wait than look at your shoes, you make your glances and investigate them in turn. The teams Jounin is a big man; tall and muscular without a hair on his pristinely shining head. He wears a full tactical outfit, looking ready for a full assault, and perhaps would not look out of place donning the O-yoroi armor of old warrior castes. The three genin are composed of two girls, nearly identical with their bright red hair and matching camouflage cloaks, and one short kid with brown hair, who had resorted to looking sullenly downwards after his brief gaze.\n\nThe Earth Ninjas do not speak to you as your wait continues. It is not very long at all before the officer returns with an old, gray haired man, with only an identifying badge on his brown suit to identify him as the peace-keeper chief. \"Hello there shadow-ninja!,\" proclaims the old man with a cheery mood as he steps into the lobby, progressing towards you all at a slow pace. He gives a similar inspecting stare at you as the Earth Ninja, but without the coldness. \"I must say, you're not as dark a group a name like 'Shadow Ninja' would suggest. My name is Chief Yamada.\"The chief extends an arm, which Daichi promptly shakes.\n\n \"Mizuno Daichi, Chief Yamada,\" he says, his own friendly attitude parallel to the Chiefs. \"Now that we're hear, how about some clarification about what we'll be doing while we're here?\" \n\n\"You and your students will be temporarily given peace-keeping powers in the city. You'll be able to make arrest as needed if you find a charge, and will either be patrolling for our current suspects, or waiting at the station to be issued a call to attend to. You'll be dealing mostly with the latter, none of which should be difficult or complicated for you.\"\n\nThe chief looks over to you three and ask, \"Would any of you have any questions?\""
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"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\n\" Uh.. Ya, right here. Are we going to be working with anyone else or are we on our own? Do you know if anyone else has hired out any ninja? Can we get a list and a photo of these suspects? Or atleast a description? \""
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"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\nFollowing after her fellow team-mates, she remained silent as the mayor spoke to the jounin and Jalin spoke up with his questions. They covered most of the things she would have thought up, so she stayed silent with her eyes going back towards the Stone nin and then to the mayor...what role did they play in this?"
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"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n How dangerous the suspects can be? Also what are laws here in your country - they might be diffrent than in our, so if we are to present charges to someone we should make sure we know them. - asked Aoshi."
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"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "Chief Yamada lowers his head as he takes a deep breath, then looks up and exclaims, \"Except for in here, you'll be on your own in your duties, though our officers should be happy to give you any information you require. Nobody else in town should be hiring ninja, though as you see we have a few of our own here, and we sent out messengers to the Leaf and Rain Villages. They haven't returned yet, so for your purposes assume we're not getting any more ninja.\n\n\"Our suspects right now are few, and only two are not already in our custody. We'll provide you with their photo's, as well as a few witness descriptions of our thieves. All of them should be treated with caution; Were are unsure as to their abilities, beyond stealing of course.\n\n\"There are no outstanding laws that apply in our city. While in the interior there certainly are, we receive enough out of country trade to overrule any such laws by ignorance. Every law we have do have here is common sense, or applies only in certain legal circumstances like immigration. When we send you out to a call scene, we'll tell you what you should be looking to enforce and arrest upon.\" He says as he comes to a full stop. He waits a moment before taking another breath since his first, and smiles at Aoshi and Jalin.\n\n\"Is that everything you need to know, little ones?\""
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"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\n\" I have a question actually...Chief..sir...umm...What are the Stone ninja supposed to do? What I mean is..should we avoid them? And uh...how do the people in this town react to ninja? Is it safe to walk around without hiding where we're from? \" For the first time since the entrance room, Hara spoke up about something that was beginning to bug her. And it didn't quite look like Aoshi or Jalin were going to bring it up either, which was the only reason the meek girl had even opened her mouth.\n\nAfterwards though she seemed to shrink inwards on herself and shuffled uncomfortably. Even if it would be safe to go out there...Hara would probably still stay behind in the this place incase a call came in."
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"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nHis only other question was already voiced by his kunoichi companion. He busies himself by stretching alittle. After all, if they were about to get involved with peace-keeping then he'd need to be limber."
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"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "The Chief smirks at Hara, \"I don't suppose since you wore those headbands coming inside, you encountered any difficulties on your way here because of them? No little girl, there shouldn't be any problem with were you've come from. People will recognize you as ninja, and anything after that would be a lucky guess.\"\n\n\"As for our Stone Ninja, do not worry about them. They have their own similar tasks with us to worry about, and should stay out of your way while you're here. Now, if you'll wait a moment for me, I'll go fetch a few copies of our suspects photographs and descriptions.\"\n\nIt takes only a few minutes for the Yamada to return with a thin folder which he passes to Daichi, who in turn passes it over to the three of you for a look after he takes a quick glance. There are no more than four suspects in the folder, two of which have check marks next to their photographs. Ignoring those two, the remaining suspects do not seem very interesting; One a short, brown haired man named Miamoto Ren with strong ties to local gangs, who is noted as being 'too stupid for anything more than petty theft, and too weak to carry out harm to others without the greatest luck.' The second, a tall, thin, dark haired man with a clear sunburn at the time of the photograph named Koga Nobu, but called Noburun among his associates. He is marked as ' Completely lazy, and having no ambitions what-so-ever. He posses only slightly more intelligence than the average thug in that he is actually capable of stealing what he needs to get by, and then stops at only that.'\n\nBehind the profiles lies the descriptions of the thieves, though they are not too helpful. All of them were dressed in black, had their faces concealed, and said little if nothing. The first two were average to tall in height, and thin in build, while the third was short, but also thin. It is mentioned that the short one, when tripping while running away, had the vocal qualities of a 'small house dog that had been fed nothing but sugar for the past month'.\n\n\"You can go ahead and keep that file,\" mentions the Chief, \"and for now, if there are no more questions, you can wait here until we need your services.\""
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{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nWithout a purpose, the young genin simply studied the rather poor descriptions of their targets."
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{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n\n- They say that waiting is the worst part... - Aoshi muttered under his breath, and took a quick peek at the files above Jalin's shoulder. Seeing that those won't be too usefull he rested his back against the wall and produced a book, seemingly out of nowhere."
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"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nWhenever Aoshi stands close, Jalin whispers to his teammate. \" I still don't like those Stone Ninja. I don't know, something about them rubs me the wrong way.. And that director.. This place is all sorts of wrong. Why go as far as Kagegakure to secure ninja? Why two teams? Shouldn't Iwagakure suffice? \""
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"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "Chief Yamada heads back into the hallway beyond the desk, leaving you with the files and what seems to be, after an hour of sitting the the small, near-silent lobby, a long and boring wait.\n\nAs you sit about, you notice the short, brown haired Earth ninja taking several repeated looks over at Aoshi before quickly looking back down at his shoes. His companions seem to notice as well, and whisper teasing remarks to him before the Earth-nin stands up and walks over to your group silently. He stands before you for a moment, continuing to look down, although more sheepishly than sullenly.\n\n\"Um.... Hey,\" he says in a soft, high voice, now staring at Aoshi's feet, \"Uh... I don't think I've seen that book before. May I ask what it's about?\"\n\n \n Spoiler \nLife has settled down... Somehow. Real post coming on the 2nd.\n "
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"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\nFor a long moment Hara stared at the boy who had crossed over to talk to them, unblinking as if in surprise that they had been approached so readily before taking a slow blink. Was this the normal set of rules when two different shinobi-types met? Wait then look for a chance to break the ice? Well...how hard could it really be to do?\n\nA quick glance at her own team-mates wasn't exactly inspiring though. Aoshi looked involved in his book and...well Hara didn't have a handle on what Jalin was thinking...ever. Hesitating for just a moment the lanky girl rose up from her seat and cross the same space that the Earth-nin had to stand in front of the almost identical kunoichi.\n\n\" So...uh...are you two twins or just regular sisters? \" Practically the moment the question left her mouth it sounded utterly ridiculous to her. Obviously they seemed to be twins, did she really need to know the difference?"
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{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "As Hara speaks to the two red-headed girls, they giggle in synch and give her a light glare and looking-over. \"I told him one of them would come over and bother us if he did...\"\n\n\"Yeah, but I also said one of them would come over and ask that question anyway,\" said the other as an aside to the first. \"We're not twins, and we're not sisters,\" the second states informatively, \"One of us just has a better grasp of Henge no Jutsu than the other.\"\n\nThe first seems to grin at the statement and childishly responds, \"Well, it was your idea to transform into the other. You should have helped me out more beforehand.\"\n\n\"I did help you as much as I could; You know you're a slow learner. It's going to wear off in half and hour anyway.\"\n\nThey both look at each other in silence for a moment, a seemingly loving gaze before they shake their heads and look back up at Hara. \"So, we're Aiko and Akio, what about you? Mind if we ask what's with your headband? There's no symbol on it.\""
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\n\" Our headband have symbols, you just have to look extra hard to see 'em. \" Jalin doesn't look up from the reports, and doesn't speak with any sort of malice in his voice. He could be talking about the weather or the color of his clothes.\n\nThe young genin readjusts his ninja-to. He didn't have a proper sash for it's sheath, so it was just tucked into a belt and twisted around once to stay in place but allow for easy drawing. He doesn't look toward the girls or toward the boy bugging Aoshi. He was all business on the job."
},
{
"author": "Malek",
"message": " Aoshi \n\n- The book? It's an old fantasy novel I found out on the attic - it's about a guy guy hitchhiking through the galaxy after earth's destruction. You can borrow it if you want. - Ahoshi smiles slightly as he responds. Turning attention to the girls for a second he comments:\n\n- Aiko and Akio? Doesn't it get confusing during the missions? \n \n Spoiler \nSorry for absentness - my net access was on verge of extinction\n "
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\nIt was the glare and giggling that confused Hara the most, what exactly had she done that was wrong? All she did was ask a simple, easy to answer question. Then the answer came and it all made more sense then it had been...sort of...not really.\n\n\" But why would you two want to look like each other if your not twins, it doesn't make any sense to me. \" Was her puzzled response before reaching up to awkwardly push some black strands from her eyes and look down to her feet, mumbling. \" Hara. I am just Hara. "
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\nWithout waiting for answer, the genin responds loudly. \" So that they can confuse an enemy by attacking from multiple locations whilst appearing to be one person moving very quickly. No doubt because separately they're both inefficient fighters. \""
},
{
"author": "King_of_GRiffins",
"message": "Any playfulness or curiosity between the two Earth genin stops the instant Jalin speaks again, the first one standing up swiftly and marches halfway across the room. \"You wanna put that to a test!?\" The Earth genin advances menacingly, a smoke bomb and kunai in each hand, \"Because if you do, we got a pick of city blocks we can trash!\"\n\nThe other ninja turn and watch their teammate, and both Jounin stand stolidly as they wait to see if they need to make a move."
},
{
"author": "Callos_DeTerran",
"message": " Hara \n\nEvery muscle tensed as the other ninja stormed past her with weapon in hand, but she was practically un-noticed. Relief was momentary though as the stone-nin confronted Jalin. What was she supposed to do? Stand and watch like every one else? that didn't seem right. It seemed the opposite of right to her actually. Should she attack? No...that didn't seem right either. She really shouldn't provoke a brawl in this building, especially since..well she didn't know what the other was capable of.\n\n\" Jalin-kun wasn't trying to be insulting. I'm sure he was just being honest, your probably very efficient fighters. \" Hara said, hoping to pacify the angry nin and keep things from going bad...but if they would anyway...\" And...and Jalin-kun probably just needs a demonstration is all. Maybe you and I could have a sparring match later so you can prove it but we really shouldn't fight here...or wreck a city block. \"\n\nHara may have been shaking with fear on the inside but her voice was firm and resolute. Better she trade blows then Jalin...who knew if his wounds were healed or not? The pale girl knew she could take it."
},
{
"author": "ZeroNumerous",
"message": " Jalin \n\n(Common)\" Rule number 1: Don't show your trump card. I believe that was a big deal for most ninja.\n\nYou've already shown me that you aren't prepared for a conflict. You planned to throw the smoke bomb, then your friend would attack from the smoke while you snuck around to attack my back. Your choice of weapon reveals that you're a taijutsu specialist, and given your headband you probably have a passing knowledge of doton techniques. \"\n\nHe doesn't waver, his voice is the same flat matter-of-fact tone that he'd used to describe their last technique.\n\n(Wind Language)\" I doubt he'd attack me. Even if he does, please don't step in. I called this on myself by speaking my mind. \"\n\n(Common)\" Either way, this isn't the place to fight. Though if you really want to demonstrate your abilities, I'm up for it. We have another obligation right now, but it might be nice to finally see an Iwagakure shinobi in action. \""
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{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 29: Chile I vs. Skrag \n Map: \n Spoiler \n \n\nExtra notes: Houses are on average 20 feet high (just use that average figure all over the house), hay piles are up to 10 feet high against the walls. And, I don't care whether you're immune to sanctuary effects, you are not immune to the arena's sanctuary effect. Creatures summoned during the 1st round are also affected by the sanctuary effect.\n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n chilepepper - Chili I \n Talic - Skrag \n All Combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "chilepepper",
"message": "Initiative\n (1d20+5)[ 14 ] "
},
{
"author": "Talic",
"message": "Initiative:\n (1d20+5)[ 9 ] \nHooray, bad initiative. Your go, Sir Chile."
},
{
"author": "chilepepper",
"message": "Chile I starts in W11 with a glass vial in each hand. Bowing to his opponent he quaffs one of the potions (standard action) and moves (move action) to Q19 disappearing behind the building.\n\nfor refs\n \n Spoiler \n\n ... finishing my move at M18. Having quaffed the Potion of Expeditious Retreat, that's a 70' move action. I drop prone and drop the empty vial (free actions). This leaves the potion of cure light wounds in my other hand. Finally I hide. (1d20+10)[ 22 ] \n \n\n\nstats for refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 6\nAC: 18, Touch 15, Flat 13\nProne (AC -4 vs Melee, +4 vs Ranged)\nExpeditious Retreat: 1/10 rounds\nCurrent Position: M18, hiding\n \n\n\nend of turn"
},
{
"author": "Talic",
"message": " Skrag, Round 1 \n\nSkrag shrugs at the vanished opponent, and begins his move. Based on your sight of me prior to leaving...\n\nI start in C10.\n\nFor Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHmm. W11 to Q19, that's more than 40 feet. Makes sense, considering the potion of expeditious retreat. That could put him all the way to A20, if he wanted.\n\nHeavy Crossbow in hand, I Double move to D3.\nHide. (Free action, part of 2nd move)\nHide Check: (1d20+20)[ 25 ] \n\nReflexive spot and listen for the round:\nSpot: (1d20+6)[ 10 ] \nListen: (1d20+5)[ 6 ] \n \n\n\nStats for Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 8/8\nAC=18; Touch=16; Flat foot=13\nCurrent location: Hiding in D3\n "
},
{
"author": "chilepepper",
"message": "If you're done...\n\nRound 2 - The thunderous voice from the heavens yells \"Draw!\" and the Sanctuary effect is lifted.\n\nfor refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nI invoke All Seeing Eyes gaining +6 to search and spot for 24 hours. (standard action)\nReactive Spot [roll0]\nReactive Listen [roll1]\n \n\n\nstats for refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 6\nAC: 18, Touch 15, Flat 13\nProne (AC -4 vs Melee, +4 vs Ranged)\nExpeditious Retreat: 2/10 rounds\nCurrent Position: M18, hiding (check=22)\nAll Seeing Eyes invoked +6 spot and search\n \n\n\nDone"
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "chile 1\n \n Spoiler \nno LoS\n \n\n\nSkrag\n \n Spoiler \nno LoS\n "
},
{
"author": "Talic",
"message": "I was done, sorry 'bout that.\nFor Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nMove to H1 (Move Action), Hiding (1d20+10)[ 12 ] \nReady an action, Fire crossbow if LoS is established within 1 range increment.\n\nReflexive Spot and Listen for the round:\nSpot: (1d20+6)[ 21 ] \nListen: (1d20+5)[ 11 ] \n \n\n\nStats for refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 8/8\nAC=18; Touch=16; Flat foot=13\nCurrent location: Hiding in H1\n \n\n\nDone."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "chile 1\n \n Spoiler \nno LoS\n \n\n\nSkrag\n \n Spoiler \nno LoS\n "
},
{
"author": "chilepepper",
"message": "Round 3\n\nfor refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nTwo move actions:\nStand from Prone\nMove silently while hiding to J20 to see to J1 and A20\nMove Silent (1d20+10)[ 26 ] \nHide (1d20+10)[ 26 ] \nReactive Spot (1d20+18)[ 27 ] \n\nIf I don't see him, then I'll finish my move at H20.\n\nFor his turn:\nReactive Spot (1d20+18)[ 33 ] \nReactive Listen (1d20+8)[ 10 ] \n\nIf I do see him, I may alter my move.\n \n\n\nstats for refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 6\nAC: 18, Touch 15, Flat 13\nProne (AC -4 vs Melee, +4 vs Ranged)\nExpeditious Retreat: 3/10 rounds\nCurrent Position: moving from N18 to J20, possible to H20\nAll Seeing Eyes invoked +6 spot and search\n \n\n\nNot done, waiting for LoS check."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "chile 1\n \n Spoiler \nno LoS\n \n\n\nSkrag\n \n Spoiler \nno LoS\n "
},
{
"author": "chilepepper",
"message": "Done.\n\nstats for refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 6\nAC: 18, Touch 15, Flat 13\nProne (AC -4 vs Melee, +4 vs Ranged)\nExpeditious Retreat: 3/10 rounds\nCurrent Position: H20, hiding\nAll Seeing Eyes invoked +6 spot and search\n "
},
{
"author": "Talic",
"message": "For Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nFull Round Action: Run to Z1.\nHide: (1d20-5)[ 0 ] \n \n\n\nStats for Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nJust realized, reflexive checks are better here, in case he sees me and gets peeking privileges.\n\nHP: 8/8\nAC=18; Touch=16; Flat foot=13\nCurrent location: Hiding in Z1\nReflexive Spot and Listen for the round:\nSpot: (1d20+6)[ 14 ] \nListen: (1d20+5)[ 24 ] \n \n\n\nDone."
},
{
"author": "chilepepper",
"message": "Round 4\n\nfor refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nAssuming I saw or heard nothing during his turn...\nMove silently while hiding to A20\nMove silent (1d20+10)[ 14 ] \nHide (1d20+10)[ 30 ] \nReactive Spot (1d20+18)[ 24 ] \n\nIf I don't see him...\nDouble move to A13\n\nIf I do see him down the A line, I'll ready an action to Eldritch blast him if he gets in range.\n \n\n\nstats for refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 6\nAC: 18, Touch 15, Flat 13\nExpeditious Retreat: 4/10 rounds\nCurrent Position: either A20 or A13 depending on the LoS, hiding\nAll Seeing Eyes invoked +6 spot and search\n \n\n\nDone, but wait for the LoS check, then go."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "chile 1\n \n Spoiler \nno LoS. At either point.\n \n\n\nSkrag\n \n Spoiler \nno LoS\n "
},
{
"author": "Talic",
"message": "For Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nDouble Move to Z6, Using half move so as to not take a -5 to Hide.\nHide: (1d20+15)[ 20 ] \nMove Silent: (1d20+15)[ 21 ] \n \n\n\nStats for Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 8/8\nAC=18; Touch=16; Flat foot=13\nCurrent location: Hiding in Z6\nReflexive Spot and Listen for the round:\nSpot: (1d20+6)[ 13 ] \nListen: (1d20+5)[ 18 ] \n \n\n\nShould be done, wait for LOS though."
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "@Talic\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou see your opponent in A13\n \n\n\n@Chile\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n "
},
{
"author": "Talic",
"message": "Done. You're up, Sir Chile."
},
{
"author": "chilepepper",
"message": "Round 5\n\nfor refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nFull move to B1 taking -5 to hide and move silent\nHide (1d20+5)[ 9 ] \nMove Silent (1d20+5)[ 23 ] \nReactive Spot (1d20+18)[ 31 ] \n\nIf I see him (hopefully in the hay) I'll blast him.\nRanged Touch Attack [1d20+5]\nDamage [1d6]\n\nIf I don't see him in the hay, I'll assume he's moving about and I'll hide in the hay at F3, drop prone, and wait for him.\nHide [1d20+15]\nReactive Spot for his turn [1d20+18]\n \n\n\nstats for refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 6\nAC: 18, Touch 15, Flat 13\nProne: +4 AC versus ranged, -4 AC versus melee\nExpeditious Retreat: 5/10 rounds\nCurrent Position: either B1 attacking, or F3 hiding\nAll Seeing Eyes invoked +6 spot and search\n "
},
{
"author": "chilepepper",
"message": "Forgot to add...\n\nNeed an LoS check and then you may go."
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": " Ref Morbius \n\nchilepepper\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS, also I should warn you that if you drop prone in the hay you won't have LoS to outside of your square\n \n\n\n\nTalic\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou see your opponent moving north and lose sight of him behind the last building\n "
},
{
"author": "chilepepper",
"message": "at refs\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nokay, scratch the dropping prone part then, didn't realize this would be a problem\n \n\n\nGo ahead."
},
{
"author": "Talic",
"message": "At Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nDouble move Move to R7, If Los is established, then stop, otherwise, continue move to P4.\nHide (1d20+10)[ 28 ] \nMove Silent (1d20+10)[ 22 ] \n \n\n\nStats for Refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 8/8\nAC=18; Touch=16; Flat foot=13\nCurrent location: Hiding in either R7 or P4\nReflexive Spot and Listen for the round:\nSpot: (1d20+6)[ 24 ] \nListen: (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \n \n\nEdit: Need LoS, then your go."
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": " Ref Morbius [/B]\n\nchilepepper\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n \n\n\n\nTalic\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n "
},
{
"author": "chilepepper",
"message": "Round 6\n\nto refs, read first\n \n Spoiler \n\nSo I'm playing in Maptools at the same time I'm posting and I realized I formatted my rolls following the Maptools rules which doesn't work in forums so I edited and changed it to forum format, but obviously the forum roller doesn't recognize it to stop cheating, I just wanted to make sure a ref knows I'm not trying to cheat before I type out a fresh post for the rolls. If I can get an ok, I'll let my opponent know what I did and actually do the rolls.\n \n\n\nrefs\n \n Spoiler \n\nStay hidden, ready an action to blast on LoS.\nReactive Spot [roll]1d20+18[/roll]\nReactive Listen [roll]1d20+8[/roll]\nRanged Touch Attack (possibly flatfooted since I'm hidden) [roll]1d20+5[/roll]\nDamage [roll]1d6[/roll]\n \n\nstats for refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 6\nAC: 18, Touch 15, Flat 13\nExpeditious Retreat: 6/10 rounds\nCurrent Position: F3 hiding\nAll Seeing Eyes invoked +6 spot and search\n \n\n\nedit: not done"
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "High Ref Mav:\n\n@Chile\n \n Spoiler \n\nSince your rolls didn't work there is no problem with you rerolling them in a new post. This occasionally happens to us all, and the common thing to do is just make an new post with the rolls and an explanation.\n "
},
{
"author": "chilepepper",
"message": "Okay, sorry Talic, I just royally screwed up my roll formatting and I wanted refs to know.\n\nrefs (just a reprint)\n \n Spoiler \n\nStay hidden, ready an action to blast on LoS.\nReactive Spot (1d20+18)[ 28 ] \nReactive Listen (1d20+8)[ 27 ] \nRanged Touch Attack (possibly flatfooted since I'm hidden) (1d20+5)[ 16 ] \nDamage (1d6)[ 5 ] \n \n\n\nstats for refs (ditto)\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 6\nAC: 18, Touch 15, Flat 13\nExpeditious Retreat: 6/10 rounds\nCurrent Position: F3 hiding\nAll Seeing Eyes invoked +6 spot and search\n \n\n\nGo ahead."
},
{
"author": "Talic",
"message": "It's ok, happens to the best of us.\n\nNow that we've gotten that behind us, I'm going to get back to the task of killing you now.\n\nFor Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nMove from P4 to J3. (move action)\nThen, move from J3 to J2. Hiding (1D20+15)[ 19 ] \nMove Silently (1D20+15)[ 32 ] \n \n\n\nStats for Refs:\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 8/8\nAC=18; Touch=16; Flat foot=13\nCurrent location: Hiding in J2.\nReflexive Spot and Listen for the round:\nSpot: (1D20+6)[ 17 ] \nListen: (1d20+5)[ 16 ] \n \n\nDone, but wait for LoS."
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": " Ref Morbius \n\nchilepepper\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n \n\n\n\nTalic\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n "
},
{
"author": "chilepepper",
"message": "Round 7\n\nYou're not doing a very good job of killing me yet.\n\nfor refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nStay hidden, ready an action to blast on LoS.\nReactive Spot (1d20+18)[ 24 ] \nReactive Listen (1d20+8)[ 17 ] \nRanged Touch Att. (poss. vs. flatfooted since I'm hidden) (1d20+5)[ 24 ] \nDamage (1d6)[ 1 ] \n \n\n\nstats for refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 6\nAC: 18, Touch 15, Flat 13\nExpeditious Retreat: 7/10 rounds\nCurrent Position: F3 hiding\nAll Seeing Eyes invoked +6 spot and search\n \n\n\nYour turn."
},
{
"author": "Talic",
"message": "Well, based on the amount of this place I've searched, you've gotta either be moving the same way as me, opposite side, or you're camping. Lemme find ya, and we'll see. As they say where my gobbo comes from... Step one of winning is not losing.\n\nfor Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nMove from J2 to G1, hiding. (1d20+15)[ 33 ] . Based on LoS:\n \n If LoS established within 15 feet (even at 5 feet, as he has no weapon that can deliver an AoO), ready an action to shoot (trigger: opponent performing ANY action). \n If LoS established 20 or more feet, move F2, go prone for total concealment, Hide (1d20+20)[ 28 ] . \n If no LoS established, Ready an action to shoot if LoS established within 30 feet. \n \n \n\n\nRules question for refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nI'm about 75% sure he's somewhere in this hay area. If he were in the hay, and not in F2, would a 5 foot step from G1 to F2 cause me to lose my hide? I'm moving from cover to cover, just wanted to know the ruling before I attempted it.\n \n\n\nStats for refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 8/8\nAC=18; Touch=16; Flat foot=13\nCurrent location: Hiding in G1(standing) or F2(prone).\nReflexive Spot and Listen for the round:\nSpot: (1d20+6)[ 21 ] \nListen: (1d20+5)[ 16 ] \n\nPls include my listen check results with LoS. Last I saw, he moved into this area, and I haven't seen him move out. I know the hay gives a Move Silent Penalty, so I'd like to see if I hear anything living over there also.\n \n\n\nNot done yet, need LoS and a rules answer."
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": " Ref Morbius \n\n\nSkrag\n \n Spoiler \n Hum...I would have to say yes, as he would have LoS the hide attempt would auto fail (there is a rule somewhere that most characters can't hide on plain sight 😉\n\nOh and from G1 you spot him trying to hide at F3.\n \n\n\nChili I\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou can barely hear someone moving very close by the northeast\n \n\n\n\nStill Skrag's turn"
},
{
"author": "chilepepper",
"message": "I know it's not my turn yet, just a note for refs.\n\nfor refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nAfter I read about the noise, I looked back over my posts to plan my strategy and I realized I misformatted an important roll. If you'll review this post, I had no LoS of him in the hay so I moved to F3, did NOT drop prone because that limits LoS out of square and hid. The hide check there was formatted wrong so I'll roll it here since he'll be looking for a LoS check if it's him a hear to the northeast. Hide check (1d20+15)[ 17 ] \n\nedit: Question, 2's a crappy roll, do I know I hid poorly and if so can I take a move action on my turn to hide better?\n "
},
{
"author": "Talic",
"message": "For Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nPer my previous statement, I have a readied action to fire at him if he takes any action that I can perceive. I realize he should get a +2 from cover for the wall, but as my hide check was pretty good, I should catch him flat footed and get a +2 for being unseen, so it should go fairly well. If I can roll as high as even a 6, I should win the match.\n \n\n\nStats for Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 8/8\nAC=18; Touch=16; Flat foot=13\nCurrent location: Hiding in G1(standing).\nReflexive Spot and Listen for the round:\nSpot: 21 (reprinted from previous post).\nListen: 16 (reprinted from previous post).\n \n\n\nEdit: Done. Your go, Sir Chile."
},
{
"author": "chilepepper",
"message": "Round 8\n\nat refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nI actually have a couple questions, including the one above which I'll restate here.\n\n1. If I roll a crappy hide check, do I know I've hidden badly?\n2. If so, can I rehide on a subsequent turn?\n3. If so, and if I don't actually move as a move action, does rehiding count as a move action that turn or a free action?\n4. If an opponent hasn't seen me yet because I'm hidden, but would otherwise have LoS, and I rehide, does that trigger a reactive spot or listen from him?\n5. Dropping prone in the hay prevents me from establishing LoS outside of my square, does that go the other way as well? Would an opponent who has LoS lose it if I drop prone?\n6. If I drop prone (free action), would that trigger a reactive listen check?\n \n\n\nnot done"
},
{
"author": "Talic",
"message": "I know it's not my turn yet, but I have one question for the refs:\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDoes the hay area grant any cover or concealment, or is it just a +5 hide check?\n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "@ Chilepepper\n \n Spoiler \n\n1. If I roll a crappy hide check, do I know I've hidden badly?\n\n - In normal dnd nope. You wouldn't know. But the reason for that is that metagaming is normally forbidden. In the arena how ever, meta-gaming is as common as a standard attack roll. Any roll you are allowed to see, you are allowed to judge. You see you roll a 2, then you know a 2 is rolled. So in the arena? Yes, you know you rolled like sh1t.\n\n2. If so, can I rehide on a subsequent turn?\n\n - Sure can.\n\n3. If so, and if I don't actually move as a move action, does rehiding count as a move action that turn or a free action?\n\n - You are actively replacing your body and bundles of hay in order to get hidden better so that would be a move action.\n\n4. If an opponent hasn't seen me yet because I'm hidden, but would otherwise have LoS, and I rehide, does that trigger a reactive spot or listen from him?\n\n - Yes. You are actively manipulating the hay so even if you were hidden enough to avoid detection, your making the hay move in order to get hidden better so he is indeed entitled then to a reactive spot.\n\nedit: I just checked out your position and since there are are piles of hay in every square around you, that pretty much blocks his LoS I think. I'll double check it with the creator of the map.\n\n5. Dropping prone in the hay prevents me from establishing LoS outside of my square, does that go the other way as well? Would an opponent who has LoS lose it if I drop prone?\n\n - Wait, what?! Ehm... I may be a ref but I don't know every rule in every book, could you please point out where it states you lose LoS outside your square if you drop prone?\n\nedit: Ah, see what you mean. In this case, yes. If it breaks your LoS, it breaks his as well. Though he might notice the top of the hay in your square move and thereby tell which square your in, but then you would pretty much still count as an 'invisible' opponent\n\n6. If I drop prone (free action), would that trigger a reactive listen check?\n\n - Not really no, though it doesn't make you that much harder to see either. At least, not for as far as I know.\n\nedit: *sigh* yeah it does... stupid hay... It was a nightmare in the barn, it is a nightmare once again... since your in the hay pile and since it is explicitly stated that the hay pile causes move silent penalty, a reactive listen is allowed.\n \n\n\n@ Talic\n \n Spoiler \n\njust the hide bonus/oppertunity\n\nedit: unless there is a hay pile in between the two combatants, then it would pretty much count as full cover. I'll double check it with the maps creator.\n "
},
{
"author": "Talic",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Seribro \n @ Chilepepper\n \n Spoiler \n\n1. If I roll a crappy hide check, do I know I've hidden badly?\n\n - In normal dnd nope. You wouldn't know. But the reason for that is that metagaming is normally forbidden. In the arena how ever, meta-gaming is as common as a standard attack roll. Any roll you are allowed to see, you are allowed to judge. You see you roll a 2, then you know a 2 is rolled. So in the arena? Yes, you know you rolled like sh1t.\n\n2. If so, can I rehide on a subsequent turn?\n\n - Sure can.\n\n3. If so, and if I don't actually move as a move action, does rehiding count as a move action that turn or a free action?\n\n - You are actively replacing your body and bundles of hay in order to get hidden better so that would be a move action.\n\n4. If an opponent hasn't seen me yet because I'm hidden, but would otherwise have LoS, and I rehide, does that trigger a reactive spot or listen from him?\n\n - Yes. You are actively manipulating the hay so even if you were hidden enough to avoid detection, your making the hay move in order to get hidden better so he is indeed entitled then to a reactive spot.\n\nedit: I just checked out your position and since there are are piles of hay in every square around you, that pretty much blocks his LoS I think. I'll double check it with the creator of the map.\n\n5. Dropping prone in the hay prevents me from establishing LoS outside of my square, does that go the other way as well? Would an opponent who has LoS lose it if I drop prone?\n\n - Wait, what?! Ehm... I may be a ref but I don't know every rule in every book, could you please point out where it states you lose LoS outside your square if you drop prone?\n\nedit: Ah, see what you mean. In this case, yes. If it breaks your LoS, it breaks his as well. Though he might notice the top of the hay in your square move and thereby tell which square your in, but then you would pretty much still count as an 'invisible' opponent\n\n6. If I drop prone (free action), would that trigger a reactive listen check?\n\n - Not really no, though it doesn't make you that much harder to see either. At least, not for as far as I know.\n\nedit: *sigh* yeah it does... stupid hay... It was a nightmare in the barn, it is a nightmare once again... since your in the hay pile and since it is explicitly stated that the hay pile causes move silent penalty, a reactive listen is allowed.\n \n\n\n@ Talic\n \n Spoiler \n\njust the hide bonus/oppertunity\n\nedit: unless there is a hay pile in between the two combatants, then it would pretty much count as full cover. I'll double check it with the maps creator.\n \n \n \n\n@Ref\n \n Spoiler \n\nText of the map indicates that the hay piles get taller as you approach the wall. Would that mean that the hay pile at F2 does not grant full cover between F1 and F3? Further, would people in hay- squares count as being on top of the hay? Thus, height may override the cover. Asking because Ref Morbius already established LoS for me from my square to F3, using the wall as cover for my hide.\n "
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"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "Warning no.1 Talic. Don't quote a message like that, it qualifies as looking in someone elses spoiler."
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"author": "Talic",
"message": "Sry, didn't realize it did that, I just skip to the bottom and post. Will remember not to quote any message with a spoiler for someone else in the future."
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"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "@Talic\n \n Spoiler \nUnless The_chilli_God actually says otherwise we will treat it like the hay in the Barn Yard map. Thus full cover, inside not on top.\n "
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"author": "chilepepper",
"message": "@seribro and other refs\n \n Spoiler \n\n\n 4. If an opponent hasn't seen me yet because I'm hidden, but would otherwise have LoS, and I rehide, does that trigger a reactive spot or listen from him?\n\n- Yes. You are actively manipulating the hay so even if you were hidden enough to avoid detection, your making the hay move in order to get hidden better so he is indeed entitled then to a reactive spot.\n\nedit: I just checked out your position and since there are are piles of hay in every square around you, that pretty much blocks his LoS I think. I'll double check it with the creator of the map. \n\nI'll wait on the LoS ruling for piles of hay being around me at F3.\nI know he's in H1 or I1. I'm going to metagame a little. I know he's not in G1 because his spot would go against my hide which was formatted wrong. The result of my hide roll didn't get posted until after his last move. If he was in G1, a ref would've seen my screwed up attempt at a hide roll and had me roll it before posting LoS. So I don't have to worry about him having LoS and then being told he doesn't have LoS because the hay squares around me block it. However, I was told dropping prone in the hay would block line of sight so I didn't. If F3 blocks line of sight anyway, I wouldn't have moved there. So how is that handled. (hay IS a nightmare!)\n \n\n\nnot done, I'm in the middle of questions and I'm guessing you might be in the middle of questions as well so I'll make sure we're both set before I continue"
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"author": "Morbius",
"message": "High Ref Morbius\n\nchilepepper\n \n Spoiler \n\n1. The hay provides just cover, not total cover, so it does not block LoS (it would if you drop prone in it)\n\n2. There WAS a hide check in your post for round 5 so I used that one, but don't worry no harm has been done to you due to that.\n \n\n\n\nTalic\n \n Spoiler \n\n1. The hay provides just cover, not total cover, so it does not block LoS (it would if he droped prone in it)\n \n\n\n\n\nto other refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo harm has been done to chile bercause Talic would spot him with either rolls :P(luckily for me)\n "
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"author": "Talic",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Paladin Latham \n @Talic\n \n Spoiler \nUnless The_chilli_God actually says otherwise we will treat it like the hay in the Barn Yard map. Thus full cover, inside not on top.\n \n \n \n\nI'm good now. Thanks for the clarification. Until I hear otherwise, I'm going to take this and the previous post by High Ref Morbius as the answer to my question. I'm sure you'll let us all know if chiligod says this map works differently in that regard. Thanks again, for all the work y'all do to keep this thing going."
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"author": "chilepepper",
"message": "Thank you refs.\n\nOkay, so it's top of the 8th\n\nrefs\n \n Spoiler \n\nAlright, now I'm worried about where he's at. If he is right around the corner, and he's seen me, he'll ready an action to shoot if I so much as twitch, at least that's what I'd do. So I'll burn a move action to see him.\nSpot (1d20+18)[ 26 ] \nand I'll wait for that result to finish my turn.\n \n\n\nstats for refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 6\nAC: 18, Touch 15, Flat 13\nExpeditious Retreat: 8/10 rounds\nCurrent Position: F3 hiding(17)\nAll Seeing Eyes invoked +6 spot and search\n \n\n\nnot done"
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"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "@Chile I:\n \n Spoiler \nYou see nothing.\n "
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"author": "chilepepper",
"message": "refs\n \n Spoiler \n\nFree action to drop prone silently and rehide\nMove Silently (1d20+5)[ 11 ] includes the penalty for being in the hay\nSo here's the base roll for the hide\nRehide (1d20+10)[ 23 ] \nModifiers: I'm guessing the +5 for being in the hay is replaced by the +20 for being effectively invisible while prone in the hay, so the roll above plus either 20 or 25.\n\nsee stats in last post (+4 AC to ranged if I succeed at dropping prone\n\nand if I survive, here's a reactive listen check for his turn(I'll forgo the spot check since I can't see out of my square once I'm prone)\nListen (1d20+8)[ 21 ] \n \n\n\nI'm done, but if I guess correctly at what's going on, we're going to need an LoS check."
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"author": "Morbius",
"message": " Ref Morbius \n\n\nSkrag\n \n Spoiler \n You see Chili disapearing under the hay.\n \n\n\nChili I\n \n Spoiler \n\nThere is no point in trying to hide, under the hay you have full cover :P. Also for LoS, you see hay... a lot of hay\n "
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"author": "Talic",
"message": "His action to drop prone triggers my readied action. Which was a crossbow attack. Let's see. I'm gonna roll, assuming I haven't been seen. (If I had, he'd probably have attacked and then dropped) +5 dex, +2 unseen, +1 Size, +1 Point blank shot, total, +9. If I have been seen, subtract two from this roll.\n\nAssuming he hasn't seen me, he should have effective AC 17 (+3 armor, +4 cover). If I have been seen, I've probably lost the match.\n\nAttack Roll: (1d20+9)[ 20 ] \nDamage Roll: (1d8+1)[ 6 ] \nReady Shot Feat Damage: (3D6)[ 11 ] \nSneak Attack Damage: (1D6)[ 6 ] \n\nC'mon, dice gods, daddy needs a new pair of 150 xp shoes."
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"author": "Mavian",
"message": " High Ref Mav: \n \nFirst, one of my \"mavianesque\" points of order.\n\nReady Shot doesn't work that way, but its a relatively minor point as you did more than enough damage without it.\n\nWith that out of the way.\n\n Skrag is declared the victor and receives the commiserate prizes. "
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"author": "Talic",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Mavian \n High Ref Mav: \n \nFirst, one of my \"mavianesque\" points of order.\n\nReady Shot doesn't work that way, but its a relatively minor point as you did more than enough damage without it.\n\nWith that out of the way.\n\n Skrag is declared the victor and receives the commiserate prizes. \n \n\nWow. I just reread the feat, and saw that part about \"charge\". That feat's not nearly as good as I thought. Looks like I found my \"retrain bait\" for next time."
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"author": "chilepepper",
"message": "Yep, that's what I thought was going to happen. Good match, well played."
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{
"author": "Talic",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by chilepepper \n Yep, that's what I thought was going to happen. Good match, well played. \n \n\nSame to you. I looked at your spot modifier and hide/ms modifier and thought for sure you were gonna win at the start of this match. I managed to see you when you were in the open at A13, and unable to hide (no cover/concealment), and I saw you move north. That's when I went over to cut you off and you decided to hide in the corner and wait for me to stick my melon out. My spot was ok that last round, but you must have rolled horrible on the round I came to peek around the corner.\n\nIf I'd known that Ready shot didn't work like that, I would have taken the shot then, rather than wait for it."
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"author": "chilepepper",
"message": "Yeah, when you didn't come south at the beginning of the match, I figured you went right for the hay pile. When you weren't there, I figured I'd wait for you in the event you saw me crossing over in the A column. My hide rolls sucked though."
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"author": "Talic",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by chilepepper \n Yeah, when you didn't come south at the beginning of the match, I figured you went right for the hay pile. When you weren't there, I figured I'd wait for you in the event you saw me crossing over in the A column. My hide rolls sucked though. \n \n\nLOL, I did go for the hay pile. I then began to circle around clockwise and when you were at the A column, I was at the FAR end of the board, N side, peeking around a corner. I cut through the arena middle, and went north, thinking to intercept you.\n\nI didn't think that you wanted to be intercepted, lol. Still, giving me that sight of you at A13 was probably better for me than you. I knew where you were, more or less, for the rest of the match (I was mostly sure you didn't double back, as I hadn't given you a reason to).\n\nStill, one heck of a cat and mouse game. I look forward to doing it again in the finals."
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"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament Exhibition Match: Pin vs. Andoris \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n Paladiin Latham - Pin \n munimortal - Andoris \n All combatants, please roll initiative. "
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"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "My unfortunate choice of map will likely lead to my loss. Still, I always liked this map and its been a while since anyone used it.\n\nInitiative: (1d20+3)[ 17 ] \n\nNote: though my sheet says I have over 300gp, I will effectively have 14gp for this match. Nothing on my sheet should be over my initial wealth otherwise."
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"author": "munimortal",
"message": "Here we go\n\nInitiative (1d20+2)[ 8 ] "
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"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Pin round 1: \n\nPin starts in J19, with a javelin in one hand, and double moves to G11. Your turn.\n\nStats(for refs):\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 8\n AC: 16, Touch: 15, FF: 11\n Saves: Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +5\n Current Location: G20 \n \n "
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"author": "munimortal",
"message": "And now for my tried and true tactics. RUN AWAY!!!!!!!!!\n\nStart in I19 w Crossbow in Hands. Move to K19 and of course...\n\nCast Magic Missle\nDamage (1d4+5)[ 8 ] "
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"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "LOL!! You start on the blue dot dude. 😁"
},
{
"author": "munimortal",
"message": "Uhh whoops, same move reversed?"
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"author": "Bayar",
"message": " Ref Bayar \n\nI think munimortal wants to say he starts in E2 , moves to C2 and fires a Magic Missile...but you have to make a ranged touch attack roll against his touch score to hit him and inflict pain upon him...and you added the range bonus to damage...😁\n\nK, you need to roll a 1d20+2 for attack against his touch score.\n\nAnd the damage will be a 1d4+1...in this case a 4 (rolled a 3 +1=4)\n\nUmm...actually...why did you added +5 to damage ? dont get it...🤨"
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"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "Magic Missile autohits with LoE and he's a Warmage so he gets his Int bonus to damage.\n\nEdit: Pin double moves from G11 to C3 and passes out from doing more than one thing while disabled. Good match. I guess... 🤨"
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"author": "Bayar",
"message": " Ref Bayar \n\nMagic missile auto-hits? dont remember reading about that, it only says it ignores concealment..."
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"author": "munimortal",
"message": "Heh, i think my tactics worked out. I am gunna roll up a second character for the arena and we can have a rematch."
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"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "You find yourself standing in the basement, finding the secret entrance to the Grinder after a long journey has brought you here. You do not know what perils and horrors await you, but the promise of power is great. You all have your own reasons for being here, but you all stand ready to take the plunge.\n\nBefore you stands a large opalescent sphere, the portal entrance to grinder.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWhere you are now matters far less than where you are going to be. You might be in the city of doors or somewhere else.\n\nSome rules of posting:\nI'd like you to put the first part of the post in character. Put necessary dice rolls and what not in a spoiler box. See Belial the Leveler's Dungeonkeeper fight threads for an example if you don't understand.\n\nPost a link to your character sheet, and your statblock(s) in your first post.\n\nYou do most of your rolls; sometimes though I'll be rolling for you if you're not aware of something. I'd like you to do rolls on this forum if possible.\n\nUhhh, that's all I can think of right now, but if I change anything I'll put it in the post where I change it and here.\n\n\nGood luck!\n "
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"author": "Lazlow",
"message": "The little monkey man hovers over toward his companions, legs crossed as if he were sitting on the ground, arms and fingers in a classic meditation pose, eyes wide, and grinning teeth bared.\n\n \"Kind Leveax, and one-of-a-kind Armanatar, perchance you would be so bold as to inquire of your respective dieties the nature of the evils which await us on the other side of this perfidious portal? As you do this, I shall take the intervening time for my own arcane arrangements.\" He stretches out as if laying in an invisible hammock and slowly munches on a banana. \"I sense this next day or two will be busy, busy, busy...\" \n \n Spoiler \n\n Duranjaya Kokila Anoop, a.k.a. Koko The ArchApe \n Statblocks \n Unbuffed \n \n Spoiler \n\nKoko The ArchApe\nVanaran Wizard 16/Archmage 2\nTrue Neutral; Humanoid\n-4 Init; low light vision\nSpeaks Common, Giant, Slyvan, Draconic, Goblin, Spirit Tongue\n_____________________________\nAC 19, 14 touch, 17 flat-footed\n(10 +5 armor +2 Dex +2 Deflect)\n110hp (18d4); DR 10/magic vs. ranged weapons\nSR 18\nFort +20, Ref +26, Will +23; Insightful Reflexes\n______________________________\nLand speed 30', Fly speed 30' (perfect), Climb 20'; Vanarans can always take 10 on climb checks, climb checks use Str or Dex (highest), accelerated climb\nTalon Scepter (+1 flaming lt mace) +6/+1\nRanged +11/+6\n5'/5'\nBAB +9/+4; Grapple\n______________________________\n10 Str, 14 Dex, 18 Con, 34 Int, 10 Wis, 10 Cha\n\nFamiliar (Rat)\nArcane Reach (touch spells @ 30')\nSpell-like Ability (Empowered Horrid Wilting, 3/day)\n\nSkill Focus (Spellcraft)\nSpell Focus (Necromancy, Enchantment)\nSpell Penetration\nGreater Spell Penetration\nScribe Scroll\nExtend Spell\nQuicken Spell\nEmpower Spell\nArcane Thesis (Horrid Wilting)\nInsightful Reflexes\nMobile Spellcasting\nPersistent Spell\n\nTraits: Focused, Nightsighted\nFlaws: Inattentive, Unreactive\nSkill Trick: Swift concentration\n_______________________________\nEquipment:\n\nFez of Flames\nRaptor's Spectacles of Intellect\nPhoenix Capelet of Deflection\nTalon Scepter\nEnhanced Doublet of the Archmagi\nHealing Belt of Health\nBracers of Dextrous Aerial Combat\nMedallion of Aerial Defense\nRing of Wizardry II\nLesser Chaining Rod\nHeward's Handy Haversack\n- Blessed Bandage x 5\n- Boccob's Blessed Book x 2\n - Tomebound Eye of Boccob (on high-level BBB)\n- Wands (Bear's Endurance, Cat's Grace, Slow, Haste, Bull's Strength)\n- Scrolls (Familiar Pocket, Passwall, Prot Evil/Chaos x 2 ea., Prot Good/Law, Aerial Alacrity, Elation, Reflective Disguise, Augment Familiar\n- Mundane equipment (bedroll, winter blanket, bucket, waterskin, chalk x 10, flask o' hooch, flint & steel, antitoxin, mirror, sack x 5, iron pot, soap)\nSpell Component Pouch\n \n\n Fully Buffed \n \n Spoiler \n\nKoko The ArchApe\nVanaran Wizard 16/Archmage 2\nTrue Neutral; Humanoid\n-4 Init; low light vision, darkvision 180', blindsense 90'\nSpeaks Common, Giant, Slyvan, Draconic, Goblin, Spirit Tongue\n_____________________________\nAC 32, 14 touch, 27 flat-footed\n(10 +9 armor +4 shield +2 Dex +6 nat armor +2 Deflect)\n128hp (18d4); DR 10/magic vs. ranged weapons\nSR 18\nFort +21, Ref +28, Will +28; Insightful Reflexes\n______________________________\nLand speed 30', Fly speed 30' (perfect), Climb 20'; Vanarans can always take 10 on climb checks, climb checks use Str or Dex (highest), accelerated climb\n+4 Flaming Club, undead bane +13/+8 (+15/+10 vs. undead)\nTouch +9/+4\nRay +11/+6\nRanged +11/+6\n5'/5'\nBAB +9/+4; Grapple\n______________________________\n10 Str, 14 Dex, 20 Con, 38 Int, 14 Wis, 10 Cha\n\nFamiliar (Rat)\nArcane Reach (touch spells @ 30')\nSpell-like Ability (Empowered Horrid Wilting, 3/day)\n\nSkill Focus (Spellcraft)\nSpell Focus (Necromancy, Enchantment)\nSpell Penetration\nGreater Spell Penetration\nScribe Scroll\nExtend Spell\nQuicken Spell\nEmpower Spell\nArcane Thesis (Horrid Wilting)\nInsightful Reflexes\nMobile Spellcasting\nPersistent Spell\n\nTraits: Focused, Nightsighted\nFlaws: Inattentive, Unreactive\nSkill Trick: Swift concentration\n\nActive buff spells:\nExtended Water Breathing\nEnergy Immunity (cold, fire, electricity)\nExtended Endure Elements\nHealthful Rest\nPortal Beacon\nExtended Ectoplasmic Armor (+9 AC vs. incorporeal touch attacks)\nExtended Superior Resistance\nExtended Psychic Poison\nExtended Dragonsight\nExtended Transformation of the Deeps\nGreater Magic Weapon (+4)\nMagic Vestment (+4)\n(Mass) Snowshoes\nSpawn Screen\nExtended Familiar Pocket\nExtended Mindblank\nExtended Persistent Protection from Evil\nExtended Persistent Protection from Chaos\nExtended Persistent Weapon Shift\nExtended Persistent Shield\nPersistent Detect Magic\nPersistent Protection from Good\nPersistent Protection from Law\nPersistent Bear's Endurance\nPersistent Fox's Cunning\nPersistent Owl's Wisdom\nPersistent Mechanus Mind\nPersistent Sadism\nPersistent Shadow Phase\nPersistent Spiderskin\n \n\n "
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"author": "Tar Palantir",
"message": "Armanatar removes his magical mask, storing it in his bag. Its magic gone, he is revealed to be an armored, skeletal warrior with burning red eyes. He speaks, in a voice that chills to the bone, \"Hextor shall guide us on the path to victory, for our victory shall see the end of Heironius.\" This was the reason that Armanatar had come on this quest, perhaps the very reason Hextor had returned him to unlife to serve him. With the power of the raw fabric of the universe, Hextor's hated half brother would be no more, and Armanatar would finally be revenged for the death of his beloved Elara. Heironius's \"justice\" would be silenced forever.\n\nIn the meantime, Armanatar prayed to Hextor, restoring his unholy magics. With the first of his divinations thus gained, he asked the question, \"Would there be weal or woe if we should enter unguarded from fire and heat?\" \n\nAfter receiving an answer, again he asked, \"Would there be weal or woe if we should enter unprotected from the cold?\" \n\nOnce more he inquired, \"Would there be weal or woe if entered with spells and steel crafted to slay the most ancient of wyrms?\" \n\nAgain he asked, \"Would there be weal or woe if we entered with spells of banishment and dismissal?\" \n\nA fifth question he asked, \"Would there be weal or woe if we should enter with weapons crafted to be the bane of the undead?\" \n\nHe continued, \"Would there be weal or woe if we should protect ourselves from mental control or manipulation?\" \n\nHe then paused in his inquiries, to ask the others, \"What more should we ask of the almight tyrant? For I still have many spells left for the day.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nI prepared all of my spells for this day of 2nd level or higher as Auguries. I'm not changing my current spell list because that's what I'm actually entering the dungeon with, as of now.\n\nAs for the questions, here's the summary:\n\nGood or bad, going in with no fire/heat protection?\nGood or bad, going in with no cold protection?\nGood or bad, going in with anti-dragon spells/gear?\nGood or bad, going in with Banishment and Dismissal?\nGood or bad, going in with anti-undead stuff?\nGood or bad, going in with protection from mind affecting stuff?\n\nIf the answer is \"Neither,\" I ask Leveax to attempt to confirm with his own Augury, using the same wording, to see if it was \"Neither\" or \"I don't feel like telling you because I'm a jerk\". 😛\n "
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"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "\"Would there be weal or woe if we should enter unguarded from fire and heat?\"\n WEAL \n\n\"Would there be weal or woe if we should enter unprotected from the cold?\"\n NOTHING \n\nOnce more he inquired, \"Would there be weal or woe if entered with spells and steel crafted to slay the most ancient of wyrms?\"\n NOTHING \n\nAgain he asked, \"Would there be weal or woe if we entered with spells of banishment and dismissal?\"\n NOTHING \n\nA fifth question he asked, \"Would there be weal or woe if we should enter with weapons crafted to be the bane of the undead?\"\n WEAL \n\nHe continued, \"Would there be weal or woe if we should protect ourselves from mental control or manipulation?\"\n WEAL \n \n Spoiler \nAs a point of interest, augury doesn't actually ask your deity the questions like a contact other plane spell or the like. The deity is providing you with the magic which lets you see forward...\n "
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"author": "Tar Palantir",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nMeh, it's for flavor. As for the wyrm thing, I meant anti-dragon stuff. Greater Magic Weapon always helps.\n "
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"author": "Hank Pym",
"message": "Levaex, bottom lip jutting in idle curiousity, watches the walking, talking dead do its thing.\n\n \"Well, how about that?\" he says. He reaches out and taps on any visible bit of Armantar's skeleton as if testing its solidity and gives an amused, \"hm! Nice. Perhaps ask, also, about the wisdom of being prepared for negative energies. Also my experience has shown that oft it is worthwhile to be prepared for enemies which inflict instant death or destruction. And I have seen many adventurers fall to curses, blindness or poison. Such things, of course, cannot stop one so great as yourself, but we your companions are subject to all such hazards.\" \n\nHe then holds an index finger up to indicate, \"just a moment.\" He comences holding his awesome Rod of Absorbtion in one hand while throwing various spells at it with the other.\n\nHe then goes into a deep meditation and prayer to prepare different spells (in accordance with what the monkey proposes or is about to propose), but including Auguries as necessary.\n\nOnce he's done that, he clears his throat. Pauses to make peace with Armantar, \"No offense to you or your god, but Boccob might be able to delve deeper into our futures.\" \n\nHe then casts Augary as appropriate and asks the following questions:\n\n \"Oh, uncaring one, take notice upon this your loyal follower for a moment, if you would, and tell me the following of our present endevour...\"\n\n\"Would there be weal or woe if we should enter unprotected from the cold?\"\n\n\"Would there be weal or woe if entered with spells and steel crafted to slay the most ancient of wyrms?\"\n\n\"Would there be weal or woe if we entered with spells of banishment and dismissal?\"\n\n\"Would there be weal or woe if we entered with protections from negative energy?\"\n\n\"Would there be weal or woe if we entered with protections from death magic ?\"\n\n\"Would there be weal or woe if we entered with the capacity to remove curses?\"\n\n\"Would there be weal or woe if we entered with the capacity to remove blindness or other sensory loss?\"\n\n\"Would there be weal or woe if we entered with the capacity to neutralize poison?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nOops, in player-speak, I'm reasking the questions Armantar asked that came back with neither weal or woe, as well as throwing in whether or not it would help to have Negative Energy Protection, Death Ward, Cure Blindness/Deafness, Remove Curse, and Neutralize Poison.\"\n\nOh, and before regaining spells, Levaex will throw . . . um . . . we'll say 30 levels of spells into his Rod of Absorbtion just to get that out of the way.\n\nAlso, because this is my first post, here's the link to my character sheet:\n\n http://www.myth-weavers.comsheets/view.php?id=37697 \n "
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"author": "Lazlow",
"message": "As the two Clerics implore their deities for answers, Koko hovers in a quiet corner for a while, meditating and perusing his spellbooks. After an appropriate period of time, he floats over toward the portal and stops.\n\nReaching into a pouch, he pulls out a small bit of fine, black fur. Intoning a sing-song string of arcane speech (which invariably sounds something like \"Ooo ooo aaa ooo EEE ooo EEE AAAA AAAAA!!!\" to the non-monkeys), he sprinkles the fur over his other outstretched hand, where it does not fall but seems to coalesce into a small orb floating between the fingers of his hands.\n\n \"And now my fine friends let us have a little look-see, perchance.\" \n\nWith a gesture he sends the Arcane Eye forward, into the portal.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nPrepping and then casting Arcane Eye and sending it through to see what he can see!\n "
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"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "\"Would there be weal or woe if we should enter unprotected from the cold?\"\n WOE \n\n\"Would there be weal or woe if entered with spells and steel crafted to slay the most ancient of wyrms?\"\n NOTHING \n\n\"Would there be weal or woe if we entered with spells of banishment and dismissal?\"\n NOTHING \n\n\"Would there be weal or woe if we entered with protections from negative energy?\"\n WEAL \n\n\"Would there be weal or woe if we entered with protections from death magic ?\"\n WEAL \n\n\"Would there be weal or woe if we entered with the capacity to remove curses?\"\n WEAL \n\n\"Would there be weal or woe if we entered with the capacity to remove blindness or other sensory loss?\"\n NOTHING \n\n\"Would there be weal or woe if we entered with the capacity to neutralize poison?\"\n WEAL \n\nKoko's arcane eye passes into and through the opalescent sphere as if it wasn't even there. It seems like it is unable to make use of the portal."
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"author": "javcs",
"message": " Gor'thok \n So we wait. Gor'thok grunts, watching his compatriots cast their spells. Seeing the arcane eye pass through, That's interesting. Ask about what the air is like. I don't like breathing poison without being prepared for it. \nHe sets down his pack, and settles down next to it, leaning against a wall.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Gor'thok's sheet \n\nStatblock, not buffed, not raging\n \n Spoiler \n\nGor'thok\nMinotaur Barbarian 2 Warhulk 8\nChaotic Evil; Monstrous Humanoid\n+7 Initiative; Scent, Darkvision 60ft, Spot +6, Listen +6\nLanguages\nCommon, Giant\n_____________________________\nAC 28, touch 18, flat-footed -; Natural Cunning, Uncanny Dodge (never flat-footed)\n(+5 Armor, +3 Dex, -1 Size, +5 Natural, +3 Deflection, +1 Insight, +2 Sacred)\nHP 258 (6d8 + 10d12 HD);\nImmune Maze , becoming lost, fear effects, movement impediment and being grappled (Ring), non-magical weapon attacks (cloak, magical get a DC 15 reflex save for half damage)\nFort +26, Ref +14, Will +13\n_____________________________\nSpeed 40ft;\nMelee Greataxe +30 3d6+31 19-20/x3, Gore +30 1d8+20 20/x2, Spiked Gauntlet +30 d8+21 20/x2\nFull Attack Greataxe +30/+30/+25 3d6+31 19-20/x3, and Gore +25 1d8+20 20/x2\nRanged Mighty Thrown Rock +30 2d8+20 20/x2\n10ft Space/10ft Reach\nBase Atk +8/+3; Grapple +32/+27;\nAtk Options: Power Attack, Great Cleave, Mighty Swing, Massive Sweeping Boulder\nSpecial Actions: Powerful Charge (+30 4d6+30), Awesome Blow\n_____________________________\nAbilities: Str 51, Dex 16, Con 30, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 12\nSpecial Qualities: Rage 1/day, Natural Cunning, Scent, No Time to Think, Fearless\nFeats: Power Attack, Cleave, Great Cleave, Improved Bull Rush, Awesome Blow, Improved Initiative\nSkills: Climb +30, Intimidate +13, Jump +34, Listen +6, Spot +6, Swim +30\n_____________________________\nEquipment: +1 ghost touch adamantine greataxe of speed, +1 ghost touch mithral chain shirt, +1 adamantine spiked gauntlet, +1 parrying adamantine spiked gauntlet, skin of the hero, explorer's outfit, Ring of Freedom of Movement, Ring of Feather Falling, Starmantle Cloak, Retributive Amulet, Belt of Giant Strength +4 and Constitution +2, backpack, 2 belt pouches, pickaxe, shovel, sledgehammer, whetstone\n \n\nWhile not in an AMF, Gor'thok takes no damage from non-magical weapon attacks, magical weapon attacks are subject to a Reflex DC 15 save for half, all melee attacks that deal damage to Gor'thok deal half damage to the attacker (rounding up) and half damage to Gor'thok ((rounding down). Also while not in an AMF, Gor'thok auto-succeeds on checks to escape grapples or resist being grapples, never has movement impeded by the environment, and moves and acts normally underwater.\nIf it's in blue, it's a change from normal stats.\nStatblock, not buffed, raging\n \n Spoiler \n\nAC 26 , touch 16 , flat-footed -; Natural Cunning, Uncanny Dodge (never flat-footed)\n(+5 Armor, +3 Dex, -1 Size, +5 Natural, +3 Deflection, +1 Insight, +2 Sacred , -2 raging )\nHP 290 (6d8 + 10d12 HD);\nImmune Maze, becoming lost, fear effects, movement impediment and being grappled (Ring), non-magical weapon attacks (cloak, magical get a DC 15 reflex save for half damage)\nFort + 28 , Ref +14, Will + 15 \n_____________________________\nSpeed 40ft;\nMelee Greataxe + 32 3d6+ 34 19-20/x3, Gore + 32 1d8+ 22 20/x2, Spiked Gauntlet + 32 1d8+ 23 20/x2\nFull Attack Greataxe + 32 /+ 32 /+ 27 3d6+ 34 19-20/x3, and Gore + 27 1d8+ 22 20/x2\nRanged Mighty Thrown Rock + 32 2d8+ 23 20/x2\n10ft Space/10ft Reach\nBase Atk +8/+3; Grapple + 34 /+ 29 ;\nAtk Options: Power Attack, Great Cleave, Mighty Swing, Massive Sweeping Boulder\nSpecial Actions: Powerful Charge (+ 32 4d6+ 33 ), Awesome Blow\n_____________________________\nAbilities: Str 55 , Dex 16, Con 34 , Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 12\nSpecial Qualities: Rage 1/day, Natural Cunning, Scent, No Time to Think, Fearless\nFeats: Power Attack, Cleave, Great Cleave, Improved Bull Rush, Awesome Blow, Improved Initiative\nSkills: Climb + 32 , Intimidate +13, Jump + 36 , Listen +6, Spot +6, Swim + 32 \n \n\nWaiting on buff list for buffed stats.\nStatblock, buffed, nor raging\n \n Spoiler \n\nChaotic Evil; Monstrous Humanoid\n+7 Initiative; Scent, Darkvision 180ft, low-light vision, blindsense 90ft, 1/2 distance penalties for spot checks , Spot +6, Listen +6\nLanguages\nCommon, Giant\n_____________________________\nAC 31 , touch 18 (27 against incorporeal touch) , flat-footed -; Natural Cunning, Uncanny Dodge (never flat-footed)\n(+ 8 Armor, +3 Dex, -1 Size, +5 Natural, +3 Deflection, +1 Insight, +2 Sacred)\nHP 258 (6d8 + 10d12 HD);\nImmune Maze , becoming lost, fear effects, movement impediment and being grappled (Ring), non-magical weapon attacks (cloak, magical get a DC 15 reflex save for half damage)[color=blue], fire, cold, electricity, being raised as undead, damage from temperature or pressure of extreme depths\nFort + 29 , Ref + 17 , Will + 16 (2d8 Wisdom damage to anyone attempting a mind-affecting spell or SLA, another 2d8 Wisdom damage 1 minute later) \n_____________________________\nSpeed 40ft (+10ft on snow or ice) ;\nMelee Greataxe + 33 3d6+ 34 19-20/x3 (undead bane +2 enhancement, +2d6 against undead) , Gore +30 1d8+20 20/x2, Spiked Gauntlet +30 d8+21 20/x2\nFull Attack Greataxe +33/+33/+28 3d6+ 34 19-20/x3 (undead bane additional +2 enhancement, +2d6 extra damage against undead) , and Gore +25 1d8+20 20/x2\nRanged Mighty Thrown Rock +30 2d8+20 20/x2\n10ft Space/10ft Reach\nBase Atk +8/+3; Grapple +32/+27;\nAtk Options: Power Attack, Great Cleave, Mighty Swing, Massive Sweeping Boulder\nSpecial Actions: Powerful Charge (+30 4d6+30), Awesome Blow\n_____________________________\nAbilities: Str 51, Dex 16, Con 30, Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 12\nSpecial Qualities: Rage 1/day, Natural Cunning, Scent, No Time to Think, Fearless , Water Breathing \nFeats: Power Attack, Cleave, Great Cleave, Improved Bull Rush, Awesome Blow, Improved Initiative\nSkills: Climb +30, Intimidate +13, Jump +34, Listen +6, Spot +6, Swim +30\n \n\nStatblock, buffed, raging\n \n Spoiler \n \n\nStat-block, anti-magic field, not raging\n \n Spoiler \n\nAC 22, touch 12, flat-footed -; Natural Cunning, Uncanny Dodge (never flat-footed)\n(+5 Armor, +3 Dex, -1 Size, +5 Natural, __ )\nHP 242 (6d8 + 10d12 HD);\nImmune Maze, becoming lost, fear effects, __ \nFort + 22 , Ref + 11 , Will + 10 \n_____________________________\nSpeed 40ft;\nMelee Greataxe + 26 3d6+ 27 20/x3, Gore + 25 1d8+ 17 20/x2, Spiked Gauntlet + 26 1d8+ 17 20/x2\nFull Attack Greataxe + 26 /+ 21 3d6+ 27 20/x3, and Gore + 20 1d8+ 18 20/x2\nRanged Mighty Thrown Rock + 25 2d8+ 17 20/x2\n10ft Space/10ft Reach\nBase Atk +8/+3; Grapple + 30 /+ 25 ;\nAtk Options: Power Attack, Great Cleave, Mighty Swing, Massive Sweeping Boulder\nSpecial Actions: Powerful Charge (+ 25 4d6+ 27 ), Awesome Blow\n_____________________________\nAbilities: Str 47 , Dex 16, Con 28 , Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 12\nSpecial Qualities: Rage 1/day, Natural Cunning, Scent, No Time to Think, Fearless\nFeats: Power Attack, Cleave, Great Cleave, Improved Bull Rush, Awesome Blow, Improved Initiative\nSkills: Climb + 28 , Intimidate +13, Jump + 32 , Listen +6, Spot +6, Swim + 28 \n_____________________________\n \n\n\nStatblock, anti-magic field, raging\n \n Spoiler \n\nAC [color=blue]20, touch 10 , flat-footed -; Natural Cunning, Uncanny Dodge (never flat-footed)\n(+5 Armor, +3 Dex, -1 Size, +5 Natural, -2, raging __ )\nHP 274 (6d8 + 10d12 HD);\nImmune Maze, becoming lost, fear effects, __ \nFort + 24 , Ref + 11 , Will + 12 \n_____________________________\nSpeed 40ft;\nMelee Greataxe + 28 3d6+ 30 19-20/x3, Gore + 27 1d8+20 20/x2, Spiked Gauntlet + 28 1d8+ 20 20/x2\nFull Attack Greataxe + 28 /+ 23 3d6+ 30 20/x3, and Gore + 22 1d8+20 20/x2\nRanged Mighty Thrown Rock + 27 2d8+20 20/x2\n10ft Space/10ft Reach\nBase Atk +8/+3; Grapple +32/+27;\nAtk Options: Power Attack, Great Cleave, Mighty Swing, Massive Sweeping Boulder\nSpecial Actions: Powerful Charge (+ 27 4d6+30), Awesome Blow\n_____________________________\nAbilities: Str 51, Dex 16, Con 32 , Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 12\nSpecial Qualities: Rage 1/day, Natural Cunning, Scent, No Time to Think, Fearless\nFeats: Power Attack, Cleave, Great Cleave, Improved Bull Rush, Awesome Blow, Improved Initiative\nSkills: Climb +30, Intimidate +13, Jump +34, Listen +6, Spot +6, Swim +30\n \n\n "
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"author": "Sir *TIM!!!!!!*",
"message": "James walks between the other members of the group, observing their casting, their questions, their preparations, and their abilities.\n\n \"Bloody portal gives me the chills.\" \n\nHe speaks aloud as he sits down and begins to look over his weaponry, getting up occasionaly to practice with it.\n\nBefore going to sleep, he raises his head and speaks once more.\n\n \"I would like to know what there is to breathe as well. Ask whether it would be good or bad to go in breathing water, protected against poison, etcetera. Oh, and lets be sure to kill anything that moves and be very suspicious of anything that doesn't. That would be my idea of making sure we attain the \"weal\" predicted by your gods.\" "
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"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "would [it] be good or bad to go in breathing water?\n WEAL \n\nprotected against poison?\n WEAL \n \n Spoiler \nSince you have as much time you want to prepare, unless all casters specifically say that they're refusing to ask that question basically anything you shout I'll respond to (within reason, I'm not wasting my time)\n\nWhy does Gor'thok take no damage from non-magic weapons in AMF?\n "
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"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": " Skye sits back and listens to the barrage of queries to his companions deities. Although he feels he should be listening, he just can't seem to focus on all the information gleamed. He is here for one thing only, and that is to help bypass any mundane and magickal barriers that may offer resistance to their endeavor. He is not here to raise a weapon in defense or propel a spell at a foe. When presented with such situations in the past, he has always used the plan of \"better run now to be alive to fight another day.\" Ironically that \"fight another day\" would never occur for Skye because he would just run if a new fight presented itself. Some may think of him as a coward because of his actions, but watching him risk life and limb challenging traps and such, one would recognize his ability to conquer fear.\n\nRaising from the periphery, he approaches the portal and begins to study it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n uses wardsense to detect any magical traps/wards within 60' as if casted detect magic (1d20+34)[ 42 ] reduced by 2 to reflect the PrC DC change for detect magic on wards/traps. Then he spends time for a more mundane search (1d20+40)[ 43 ] .\n \n\n \n Spoiler \n should have stat box complete soon\n\n\n Skye Obsidian \nM ng Dwarf Rogue/SilverKey/Exemplar, Level 3/10/5,\n Init +7, Senses Darkvision 60' (180') , blindsense 90' free spot/listen 1 per round, Listen +19, Spot +17 (+26 with mask)\n Languages Common, dwarf, terran, orc, giant, wand comprehend lang\n___________________________________________\n AC 22 (25) (Armor+6 (+9) ,Dex +7,Flaw -1), Touch 16 (25 vs incorporeal) , Flat-footed 16 (19) , (Dodge feat) (+4 dodge giants)\n HP 155/155 (HD18)\n Resist dwarf +2 save spell/SLA, +2 poison save, slippery mind\n SR 25 Immune fire, acid, electricity \n DR 10/magic vs ranged weapons \n Fort +16 17 , Ref +23 24 , Will +17 18 \n____________________________________________\n Speed 30 40' snow/ice \n Base Attack Bonus 12\n Attack +1 (+4) Force Quickload Light crossbow +20 (+23) (1d8+1 (+4) , 19-20*2) (+2att/+2d6dmg undead) or\n +1 dagger +12 (+20 thrown) (1d4+2, 19-20*2)\n Full Attack +1 (+4) Force Quickload Light crossbow +20/+15/+10 (+23/+18/+13) (1d8+1 (+4) , 19-20*2) or\n +1 dagger +12/+7/+2(+20/+15/+10 thrown) (1d4+2, 19-20*2)\n Space/Reach 5'/5'\n____________________________________________\n Abilities Str 12, Dex 24, Con 20, Int 16, Wis 10, Cha 12\n Condition waterbreathing, psychic poison, \n Feats Education, Skill focus (disable), least dragonmark (warding), Item familiar, quick reconnoiter, tactile trapsmith, martial study, open minded, darkstalker\n Su Crafty hands- move act to open/disable within 60', concentration required, Cunning body- 1/d each, waterbreath/featherfall/remove paralyisis (CL 10) if subjected to those stressors\n Skills Balance +14, Concentration +11, Craft (trap) +8, Disable traps +40, Disable device +34, Hide +40, Jump +19, Move silently +22, Open lock +27, Search +26 (+35 with mask), Search traps/wards/glyphs +40 (+45 with mask), Spellcraft +30, Spellcraft traps/wards +36, Tumble +14, UMD +25\n____________________________________________\n Equipment Neck- Rary's telepathic bond, 1 known person within 1mile, for 1 min, 3/d\n\nFeet- dex mod for jump, stand from prone as swift and no AOO/pass without a trace, teleport 3/d (CL 9)\n\nHead- +3 chr skill checks, +2 comp spot, 3 charges/day, 1 charge grants darkvision 1hr to 60', 2 charges see invis for 10 min, 3 charges for trueseeing for 1 min\n\nRing(left)- spellcraft check DC 15+spell lvl to determine all spellcasting within 60', 1/day can immediate activate ring to dispel identified spell (As dispel magic) or redirect to legal target within 60', if illegal target spell wasted.\n\nRing of regeneration\n\nFace- +9 insight bonus search/spot\n\nHands- shadow hand 1-3 maneuver- cloak of deception- swift act for 1rd greater invis\n\nOrb of renewal- 3 charge/day\n 1 charge- Heal 4 pts Int/Wis/or Chr, or 2 to all 3\n 2 charges- 6 pts to 1, or 3pts to all 3\n 3 charges- 8 pts to 1, or 4pts to all 3\n\nRod of bodily restoration- as above but str/dex/con\n\nWands, eternal-Spiderclimb, protection from evil (x2), Silence, Reduce person, Comprehend languages, detect secret doors (x2)\n\nBag of holding 2\n\nItem familiar- Rod of escape- Jump and knock 2/day each (CL9), 5' sphere to repel nonmagical water for 10 minutes, Int 16/Wis 12/ Chr 12, blindsense 30', see, hear, darkvision 60', speak/read common, dwarf, elf, giant, telepathy 120' with owner, invested skill points per sheet \n "
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"author": "javcs",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nGor'thok takes no damage from non-magical weapon attacks outside of an AMF, or, rather, when magic works normally, Gor'thok takes no damage from 'non-magical weapon attacks' thanks to his Starmantle Cloak. 'Magical weapon attacks' are subject to a Reflex save at DC 15 for half damage, otherwise, they act normally.\n\nThe Retributive Amulet means all melee attacks that would deal damage to him deal half-damage to him (rounding down) and the other half damage to the attacker (rounding up).\n\nThe combination of the two means that the only things that will generally deal normal damage to Gor'thok are magical ranged weapon attacks, and attack spells.\n\nThe Starmantle Cloak sorta reduces the usefulness of the Retributive Amulet, but, I expect that most foes will probably either have magical weapons, or their DR will be bypassed by magic - that means they can bypass DR as though with magic, which I assume means that the Starmantle Cloak will also be bypassed, that would be a DM call, though as to what constitutes a 'magical weapon attack' or a 'non-magical weapon attack'.\n\nI probably mis-worded the explanation.\n "
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"author": "Hank Pym",
"message": "Once the rogue has had a chance to study the portal as much as he wishes, Levaex stands with a shrug and says, \"Worth a shot.\" \n\nHe then casts a spell, summoning forth a devil from the pit. The Hellcat is nearly invisible in the lighting near the portal, but vaguely looks like an enormous tiger or lion.\n\n \"There you are!\" Levaex announces to the beast, in a tone that implies the unspoken sentence that could follow (but doesn't) is either \"Where did you wander off to?\" or \"You're late!\"\n\n \"I've a job for you. Stick your head in that magical portal there and look around, then pull your head back out and tell us what you see. Once you've done this, your work here is done.\" \n\nIf the devil doesn't hop-to and do this immediately, Levaex throws in \"I appreciate your assistance and enthusiasm. Really.\" \n \n Spoiler \nLevaex casts Summon Monster VIII to pull up a Hellcat. Hopefully, the devil will provide some information. If not, then perhaps we can cook its remains for a nice dinner 🙂 (eat fast, it's only around for 18 rounds!).\n "
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{
"author": "Lazlow",
"message": "Koko makes a curiously inquisitive little half-squeal as he watches his Arcane Eye pass uselessly through the sphere.\n\n \"Interesting...\" he mumbles, and dismisses the eye."
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"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "Skye's expert eyes and hands check the area around the portal for traps mundane and arcane, but turn up nothing untowards.\n\nThe devil moves into the portal, nothing happening as it sticks only its head in. As it moves the rest of its body into the sphere the colors swirl and flash slightly brighter (not so much as to hurt your eyes, but noticeably so) and the hellcat is gone.\n\n \n Spoiler \nYou control summoned creatures entirely, they're not DM driven NPCs.\n\nYou can presume this portal isn't analogue like a gate , you're either in it or you're not. While you technically control your Hellcat on the other side as well, there is no way for it to get any information back to you, so at this point its acting on its own.\n "
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{
"author": "Hank Pym",
"message": "Levaex raises an eyebrow as the Hellcat slips through. He frowns, leans a little closer to the portal and yells, \"Come on back if you can! If you can't, kill whatever's in there!\" \n\nHe then stands back a couple steps to give it room in case it comes back through.\n\nWhen it doesn't come back, he shrugs and says, \"I'm out of ideas. If no one else has anything, I suggest we begin the actual preperation spells, then rest, then wake and cast any final spells and then step on through.\" \n\nIf the Hellcat DOES come back, Levaex will be startled and heal it, while asking what it saw and experienced."
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{
"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "The sphere ejects nothing but its normal colorful light"
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{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": " Skye watches as the hellcat disappears. 'Well I guess noting special is needed to work this gate,' he thinks to himself. Pulling out his bedroll, he prepares for a nice rest as the spellcasters get ready for the trip through the portal."
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"author": "Lazlow",
"message": " \"Pity... I was feeling a bit peckish myself,\" Koko mumbles to no one in particular.\n\nHe then claps his hands and feet and rubs them together vigorously, saying, \"Welp! Unless anyone else wants to try something, we might as well get started, Leveax. Come. We have much to do.\" \n\nHe tips his fez with his tail and invites the holy man to a quiet corner of the antechamber. The monkey floats along behind and begins meditating...\n\n* * * * * *\n\n...And thirty-five hours later the entire party is positively inundated with magical protections both arcane and divine.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nOkay! I outlined our masterbuffing plan in the OOC thread, so no need to do it again here. Note that I made some slight alterations, though, swapping out some of the less useful spells (as discussed) for more handy ones. Each party member should have the following buffs with the indicated durations:\n\n- Extended Water Breathing* (51 hours)\n- Energy Immunity, 3 types (16 hours)\n- Undead Bane Weapon** (16 hours)\n- Endure Elements (16 hours)\n- Healthful Rest (16 hours)\n- Portal Beacon (16 hours)\n- Extended Ectoplasmic Armor (+9 vs. incorporeal attacks; 15 hours)\n- Extended Protection from Arrows (Skye, James, and Leveax only; 15 hours)\n- Extended Superior Resistance (+6 to saves; 13 hours)\n- Extended Psychic Poison*** (15 hours)\n- Extended Dragonsight**** (15 hours)\n- Extended Transformation of the Deeps***** (15 hours)\n- Greater Magic Weapon (10 hours)\n- Magic Vestment (10 hours)\n- (Mass) Snowshoes****** (10 hours)\n- Spawn Screen******* (10 hours)\n\nIn addition to the buffs above, the following characters have the indicated buffs:\n\n Leveax \n- Extended Mindblank (13 hours)\n- Divine Insight (+15 to one skill check; 11 hours)\n\n Armanatar \n- Extended Disguise Undead (19 hours)\n\n Konstantin (Koko's rat familiar)\n- Extended Enhance Familiar (15 hours)\n- Extended Fortify Familiar (15 hours)\n\n Koko \n- Extended Familiar Pocket (15 hours)\n- Extended Mindblank (13 hours)\n- Extended Persistent Protection from Evil (13 hours)\n- Extended Persistent Protection from Chaos (13 hours)\n- Extended Persistent Weapon Shift (13 hours)\n- Extended Persistent Shield (13 hours)\n- Persistent Detect Magic (7 hours)\n- Persistent Protection from Good (7 hours)\n- Persistent Protection from Law (7 hours)\n- Persistent Bear's Endurance (7 hours)\n- Persistent Fox's Cunning (7 hours)\n- Persistent Owl's Wisdom (7 hours)\n- Persistent Mechanus Mind (7 hours)\n- Persistent Sadism (7 hours)\n- Persistent Shadow Phase (7 hours)\n- Persistent Spiderskin (7 hours)\n\n\n* I had enough slots to take one Extended Water Breathing per PC who needed it, allowing the full 72 hours per character.\n** Gives one weapon the Undead Bane enhancement, can also be used on ammo.\n*** Does 2d8 Wis damage to anyone trying to affect you with a mind-affecting spell or ability, plus another 2d8 Wis damage 1 minute later.\n**** Grants Low-Light vision, Darkvision 180', Blindsense 90', 1/2 penalties for distance on Spot checks (does not stack with any existing visions).\n***** Grants water breathing (and 60' Darkvision), and target is immune to damage from both the temperature and pressure of extreme depths of water.\n****** Grants +10' movement over snow and ice, no need for Balance checks or Reflex saves to avoid slipping and falling.\n******* Prevents (living) PC's from being raised as undead.\n\nOkay. NOW we can cast our short-term buffs and head on in.\n "
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"author": "Tar Palantir",
"message": "Armanatar assists in the initial preparations, then prays for a more versatile spell selection. This being done, he mutters a dark prayer to Hextor, imbuing his unholy body with protection from binding and entrapment. He then says, \"I have spells to protect from the powers of chaos and good, if any are in need of them. I have little need for them myself.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nCast Freedom of Movement on myself. Stat block is below. Changes from buffs are in blue, spells and equipment are on the sheet.\n\n Armanatar the Soulless \nMale Lawful Evil Human Deathknight Fighter 2/Cleric 11, Level 13,\n Init +7, HP 97/97, DR 15/magic, Speed 20\n\n AC 45 (+13 Armor, +4 Shield, +3 Dex, +10 Natural, +5 Deflect), Touch 18, Flat-footed 42,\n Fort +15 +16 , Ref +11 +12 , Will +17 +18 ,\n Base Attack Bonus +10/+5\n +4 Spellblade Wounding Profane Burst Flail +21/+16 (1d8+10+1d6, X2) (+1d10 on crit, X2 vs good outsiders, 1 Con damage. Immune disintegrate, Undead Bane )\n Touch Attack +14 (1d8+2 (10), X2) (Maximized by Gauntlets of the Blood Lord, 1 Con damage, DC 21 Will half )\n +5 Mithral Fullplate of Energy Drain (Enervation on touch, as the spell)\n +2 Mithral Heavy Shield \n Abilities Str 22, Dex 16, Con -, Int 17, Wis 20, Cha 21\n Special Qualities,Special Attacks, Misc. Immune to Electricity, Cold, Fire, Sonic, Acid, and Polymorph; Spell Resistance 23; Turn Immunity; Fear Aura DC 23 Will negates; Abyssal Blast 13d6, DC 21 Reflex for half; Rebuke Undead 8/day; Divine Power 3/day as a spell-like ability; Darkvision 180ft; Blindsense 90ft; Freedom of Movement \n "
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{
"author": "javcs",
"message": " Gor'thok \n\nGor'thok hefted his axe and looked at his companions. We ready to crash this party? "
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{
"author": "Hank Pym",
"message": "Levaex casts spells as indicated by KoKo. He then prays for a new batch of splls (to be ready at the apointed time, that is, at the 36th hour in KoKo's post), including preparing his shoter-term buffs and is ready to go.\n\nOnce all that's done, he takes out his flask of Elven hooch and toasts the party: \"Here's to us all coming out! Alive OR dead! We leave no bodies behind exept those of our fallen foes!\" He takes a slug off the flask and hands it to Sir TIM!!\n\nOnce everyone's drank, he puts the flask away and looks at the scout. When he's got Skye's eye contact, he jabs at the portal with his gaze. \"Well? Or do we all go through at once?\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nWatch for an updated spell list on my character sheet, and a stat block reflecting all the buffs tomorrow morningish. I'm ready to go as soon as that's up!\n "
},
{
"author": "javcs",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nI just thought of this, but, Gor'thok's not smart enough to do so, maybe we should rope ourselves together, so nobody gets lost if conditions on the other side are bad?\nBuffed stat-blocks should be up shortly.\n "
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"author": "Sir *TIM!!!!!!*",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nFull Sheet:\n \n Spoiler \nJames Hijikai (Hi-jih-ky)\nHuman 18th level fighter, 21 years old, 6’ 1”\nCG\nInitiative +6; Senses (normal, blindsight out to 5 feet in Combat Focus)\nCommon\n_____________________________\nAC 34, 13 touch, flat-footed 28; dodge, weapon supremacy, shield specialization\n(+0 size, +3 Dex +2 deflection, +6 shield, +9 armor, +1 shield specialization, +1 dodge, +1 weapon supremacy +1 natural armor)\nMiss Chance (20%, 70% when Blink activated)\nhp 180 (18d10+90)\nFort +18, Ref +14, Will +11\n______________________________\nSpeed (20 feet land, 80 running)\nMelee (+27, +27/+27/+22/+17/+18))\nRanged (+23, +23/+17/+13/+7)\n5 feet/5 feet\nBase Atk +18/+13/+8/+3 ; Grapple +26\nAtk Options (Bas. Sword [+26/+26/+21/+16/+17 17-20 x2 damage+1 CON damage 1d10+11+1d6]\nLongbow, Composite [+20/+15/+10/+5 x3 1d8+7+1d6]\n______________________________\nAbilities (Str: 26 Dex: 16 Con: 20 Int: 12 Wiz: 14 Cha: 12 )\nSpecial Qualities:\nDR 2/-\nDR 3/Cold Iron\nWhen in combat focus, (maintained for 13 rounds per encounter) gains fast healing 4, knows HP of adjacent creatures, blindsight out to 5 feet.\nSR 19\n\nFeats:\nExotic Weapon Proficiency (Bas. Sword)\nWeapon Focus (Bas. Sword)\nWeapon Specialization (Bas. Sword)\nGreater Weapon Focus (Bas. Sword)\nGreater Weapon Specialization (Bas. Sword)\nPower Attack\nCleave\nImproved Critical\nImproved Initiative\nCombat Reflexes\nMelee Weapon Mastery (Slashing)\nArmor Specialization (Medium)\nShield Specialization (Heavy)\nWeapon Supremacy (Bas. Sword)\nCombat Focus\nCombat Awareness\nCombat Vigor\nDodge\n\nSkills: 85\nClimb 5\nCraft (Weaponsmithing) 10\nHandle Animal 5\nIntimidate 20\nJump 15\nRide 5\nSwim 15\n\n_______________________________\nEquipment: (590 gp)\n+2 Icy Burst Composite Longbow +4 (60 arrows)\n+1 Shocking Burst Thundering Wounding Speed Bastard Sword (Crystal of Return, Least: Quick Draw)\n+1 daggar\nPeriapt of Health +4/Wisdom +4\nMithral Full Plate of SR 19\nLion’s Shield\nBelt of Healing Giant’s Strength +6 (3 charges/day, 2d8 1 charge, 3d8 2 charge, 4d8 3 charge)\nBracers of Armor +4/Dexterity +2\nCloak of Displacement, Minor (20%) +Charisma +2/Resistance +4\nRing of Protection +2\nBoots of Speed\nGoggles of the Ebon Hunter (+1 atk/dmg range weapons, 30’ darkvision)\nGauntlets of Ghost Fighting (+1d6 vs incorporeal, ignore miss chance)\nShirt of DR 3/Cold Iron +1 natural armor\n\n\nDescription/Background:\n\nA lowly city guard, James was framed for murder as a young lad (age 17) when the captain saw the up-and-coming walking castle as a threat. Forced to flee, James subsequently stumbled upon a small fortune as a highway robber.\n\nAfter one of his fellows tortured a child for no particular reason, James had a sudden change of heart, turning on his fellow bandits, destroying the entire camp. He re-entered his old city a scarred, unrecognizable man and sold the gear they had all carried, using the money to outfit himself with the best equipment available. He then set out to better his skills so he might return one last time to rid his old city of injustice and corruption.\n\nFair skinned face covered in scars of varying browns and reds, James’ bulging muscles, combined with his flawless mithral full plate and imposing height, quell the weak-willed on sight. His muscles and blade do the same to the strong shortly thereafter.\n \n\n\nInitiative +6; Senses (normal, blindsight out to 5 feet in Combat Focus)\nCommon\n_____________________________\nAC 34, 13 touch, flat-footed 28; dodge, weapon supremacy, shield specialization\n(+0 size, +3 Dex +2 deflection, +6 shield, +9 armor, +1 shield specialization, +1 dodge, +1 weapon supremacy +1 natural armor)\nMiss Chance (20%, 70% when Blink activated)\nhp 180 (18d10+90)\nFort +18, Ref +14, Will +11\n______________________________\nSpeed (20 feet land, 80 running)\nMelee (+27, +27/+27/+22/+17/+18))\nRanged (+23, +23/+17/+13/+7)\n5 feet/5 feet\nBase Atk +18/+13/+8/+3 ; Grapple +26\nAtk Options (Bas. Sword [+26/+26/+21/+16/+17 17-20 x2 damage+1 CON damage 1d10+11+1d6]\nLongbow, Composite [+20/+15/+10/+5 x3 1d8+7+1d6]\n______________________________\nAbilities (Str: 26 Dex: 16 Con: 20 Int: 12 Wiz: 14 Cha: 12 )\nSpecial Qualities:\nDR 2/-\nDR 3/Cold Iron\nWhen in combat focus, (maintained for 13 rounds per encounter) gains fast healing 4, knows HP of adjacent creatures, blindsight out to 5 feet.\nSR 19\n "
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"author": "Lazlow",
"message": "Koko takes a swig off of Leveax's flask, grimaces, then smiles. \"Ah! Nothing like a bit of fur of the canine which inflicted its bite attack on your person. Invigorating!\" With that he directs his summoned celestial cats to position themselves around the sphere as he hovers directly above it.\n \n\"Well, there is no time like that which is concurrent with this statement I speak. Shall we?\" "
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"author": "Hank Pym",
"message": "Levaex steps toward the portal. \"Let's roll, before my buzz wears off,\" he says and takes another slug off his flask.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf Levaex thinks of it, he'll mention the idea Gor'thok almost had (that of tying ropes around each other to string us together).\n \n\n\nStat Block:\n \n Spoiler \n\n Levaex Twicedead \nWild-Elf Cleric Initiative: +0\nHP: 189 / 189 DR: 3/- and 10/magic vs. ranged attacks*\nSpeed: 20'/x3\nAC: 30 Touch: 11 FF: 30 (Armor +13, shield +6, Ring +2, Fault -1)\nAC (vs. Incorporeal*): 39\nFort: +22 Ref: +12 Will: +28 (+6 all for Superior Resistance*)\nStr: 10 Dex: 10 Con: 20 Int: 10 Wis: 32 Cha: 8\n\n Attacks \nCold Iron Heavy Mace (+4*,Undead Bane*) +19/+14/+9* 1d8+6* 20/x2\nTouch (melee) +15/+10/+5 as spell 20/x2\n\n Abilities: \nLow-Light Vision; Immune to Sleep Effects; +2 Save vs. Enchantments\n+2 Search, Spot, Listen; Automatic search for Secret Doors\nDeity = Boccob; Domains = Trickery and Knowledge\nPool of Healing Variant (lose 4th level spell slot, gain \"lay on hands\" for 95 points/day)\nDarkvision 180'*; Blindsense 90'*; Water Breathing *; Immune to damage from water depth*; +10 move oversnow and ice*; can't slip or fall on ice*; cannot be raised as undead*\nImmune to Fire, Cold, and Electrical Damage*; Protection from Acid and\nSonic Damage (120 points each)*\n\n Equipment of Note: \nArmor: Moderate Fortification (75% sneak attacks and criticals fail)\nRing: Freedom of Movement\nCloak of Displacement (major) (50% miss chance on pysical attacks)\n\n Notes on Spell casting: \nSpontaneous Domain Casting (Trickery, can sub Trickery for Knowledge)\nExtra Domain Spell (9th level; Time Stop)\nTotal Spell Penetration + 22 (Spell Pen. and Greater Spell Pen.)\nSpell DC = 21 + (level of spell) +2 (if Necromancy, S.F. and G.S.F.)\n\n Flaw: \nVulnerable (-1 AC, +1 Feat)\n\n Current Buffs: (included in above stats, where noted with *)\n-Extended Water Breathing (51 hours)\n-Energy Immunity (Fire, Cold, Electrical) (16 hours)\n-Undead Bane Weapon (on his mace) (16 hours)\n-Endure Elements (Sonic) (16 hours)\n-Healthful Rest (16 hours)\n-Portal Beacon (16 hours)\n-Extended Ectoplasmic Armor (+9 vs. incorporeal attacks)(15 hours)\n-Extended Protection from Arrows (15 hours)\n-Extended Superior Resistence (+6 to saves)(13 hours)\n-Extended Psychic Poison (15 hours)\n-Extended Dragonsight (15 hours)\n-Extended Trasformation of the Deeps (15 hours)\n-Greater Magic Weapon (+4)(10 hours)\n-(Mass) Snowshoes (10 hours)\n-Spawn Screen (10 hours)\n-Extended Mindblank (13 hours)\n-Divine Insight (+15 to one skill check)(11 hours)\n-Death Ward (18 minutes)\n-Protection from Energy (Acid and Cold) (180 min.)\n "
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{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": " Skye prepares to leap through tha portal, feeling convinced that his inspection failed to discover any dangers. The only one's he must worry about are those that exist on the other side."
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{
"author": "Tar Palantir",
"message": "Armanatar passes on the alcohol, which his undead metabolism could not digest, then said, \"Well then, with Hextor's blessing, let us take the plunge.\" With that he joined the others beside the gate, casting one final spell to allow him to see those near to death, and those of eternal undeath as well. Then, he stepped into the portal.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting Deathwatch, then going in. Let's see what this death trap can throw at us!\n "
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"author": "Sir *TIM!!!!!!*",
"message": "James stands by his allies as they ready themselves for the gauntlet.\n\n Godhood isn't going to come out here and bestow itself on us. Let's go. \n \n Spoiler \nSheet and stablock in this post \n "
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"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "The lot of you step into the portal and a flash of light envelopes you.\n\nOn the other side the freezing air is cold enough to cut through even the thickest clothings. It is thin, not lethally so, but enough to be uncomfortable, akin to being at high altitude. The sky is overcast, with heavy, thick, gray clouds. A wan gray light shines down, diffused so much by the cloud cover that it seems to be coming down from the clouds uniformly. The wind is blowing incredibly fiercely, and there is a heavy snowfall that obscures your vision.\n\nYou find yourselves on (or over) a large metal platform on top of a large pillar rimed with ice and snow. Perhaps 50 feet away on the ground you see a large glowing mass. It moves with a fluid life, but what exactly it is, is unclear through the flurrying snow.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'm not sure this why this isn't showing, but the link is the map of the immediate surroundings.\n \n\nThe green stuff is bog. The gold/brown thing in the middle is a platform that you all appear on. The big black square is the creature described. The gray spaces are large craggy barriers. You're not sure what they are inside but they're rimed with ice and snow.\n\nEveryone make fortitude saves and roll for initiative!\n\nCongratulations you have officially entered The Grinder \n "
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"author": "Tar Palantir",
"message": "Armanatar is unable to feel the cold, his flesh long since rotted away, and he does not notice the thinness of the air. He does, however, notice the glowing thing, and focuses his sight, to determine if it is alive, undead, or neither. He reaches over his back and draws his fiersome mace, his magically disguised face grinning more than any skull. He says to the others over the roaring wind, \"If you can do anything about the wind, then do it. Otherwise, get ready to kill that thing, whatever it is. Wish I could cast some weather controlling spells, but Hextor has not seen fit to grant me that level of power. But this should do instead.\" He then mutters a prayer to the mighty Tyrant, asking for aid.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTrying to determine, with my Deathwatch spell, whether the glowing creature is alive and at 3+ hit points, alive and 2 or less hit points, dead, undead, or neither living nor dead (such as a contruct, or an inanimate object.) I then draw my flail as a move action, and as a standard action, begin casting Summon Undead V to summon a pair of allips . Concentration check to avoid distraction from the wind. Immune to the cold and thin air as an undead, as will be the summoned allips when they arrive.\n\n Initiative - (1d20+7)[ 17 ] \n Concentration - (1d20+21)[ 23 ] \n "
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"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "Your eldritch sight shows the creature to be alive and well...\n \n Spoiler \nThe creature is definitely alive and possesses more than 3 hit points.\n\nUndead aren't immune to cold as a type. Deathknights on the other hand are so you're fine from it. You do however still need to make a Fort save even as an undead.\n "
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"author": "Tar Palantir",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nI'll make the save, but undead are immune to any effect that requires a Fortitude save that cannot affect objects. I'll post the save, but I wanted to be sure you knew that first.\n\n Fort - (1d20+15)[ 26 ] \n "
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"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": " Skye quickly scans the horizons to pull in as much information as possible. Eyeing the glowing mass, Skye takes a short step to put one of his larger companions between himself and the mass.\n\n \n Spoiler \n fort save - (1d20+17)[ 36 ] \n\nfree spot/listen per round\n spot - (1d20+17)[ 27 ] \n listen - (1d20+18)[ 19 ] \n\nalso ring allows me to know all spells cast within 60' on spell level '15' or less without a spellcraft check. (requirements are spellcraft vs DC 15+ spell lvl. My spellcraft check is +30)\n "
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"author": "Sir *TIM!!!!!!*",
"message": "James looks around the icy expanse, body not even shivering from the cold.\n\nHe angles his sword and shield ever so slightly higher.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI forgot to add the buffs into my statblock... will edit the one in the IC thread to reflect this.\n\n fort save - (1d20+18) [ 36 ]\n\n initiative - (1d20+6) [ 21 ]\n "
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"author": "Lazlow",
"message": " \"Most interesting...\" Koko murmurs as he surveys the area, hovering four or five feet above his companions.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Fort save - (1d20+20)[ 32 ] (We're all under an extended Endure Elements spells, so I'm assuming this is for something other than the cold.)\n\nInitiative rolls:\n Koko - (1d20-4)[ 15 ] \n Lion 1 - (1d20+3)[ 5 ] \n Lion 2 - (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \n Dire Lion - (1d20+2)[ 3 ] \n "
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"author": "Lazlow",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nShould've thought of this earlier. Koko will rummage through his brain to see if he can recognize the 'large glowing mass':\n\n[roll=Knowledge (Monster Lore)]1d20+23[/roll] (Most obvious check)\n[roll=Knowledge (The Planes)]1d20+23[/roll] (In case it's an outsider)\n[roll=Knowledge (Nature)]1d20+18[/roll] (Less likely)\n[roll=Knowledge (Psionics)]1d20+15[/roll] (To see if it's manifesting any powers...?)\n\nOther checks:\n Spellcraft - (1d20+38)[ 56 ] (To check for any magical effects already in place)\n[[roll=Knowledge (Arcana)]1d20+33[/roll] (In case the Spellcraft isn't enough)\n Untrained General Knowledge - (1d20+12)[ 26 ] (Catch-all for anything else of interest)\n "
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{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n\nINitiative roll that I forgot\n init - (1d20+7)[ 9 ] \n "
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{
"author": "Lazlow",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nI have no idea what happened there... Trying again:\n\nKnowledge (Monster Lore) (1d20+23)[ 25 ] (Most obvious check)\nKnowledge (The Planes) (1d20+23)[ 34 ] (In case it's an outsider)\nKnowledge (Nature) (1d20+18)[ 36 ] (Less likely)\nKnowledge (Psionics) (1d20+15)[ 19 ] (To see if it's manifesting any powers...?)\n\nOther checks:\n[[roll=Knowledge (Arcana)]1d20+33[/roll] (In case the Spellcraft isn't enough)\n "
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{
"author": "Lazlow",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nGaaah... Okay, it doesn't like parentheses in the tags. Last one:\n\nKnowlege (Arcana) (1d20+33)[ 38 ] (In case the Spellcraft isn't enough)\n "
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"author": "Hank Pym",
"message": "Levaex shivers in the cold. Already not liking it here. He frowns at the blobbish, glowing thing and curses, \"Boccob take you, beast.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nInitiative = [roll]1d20[roll] \nFort Save = (1d20+16)[ 23 ] \n\nAnd to add to the barrage of cries of \"but why do we have to make a fort save?!\" I'll throw in that we all have Extended Superior Resistence which is +6 to all our saves. I've got that noted in my stat block, but not added to my saves. In short, please add 6 to my above save. If you'd prefer, I'll add the +6 in on my stat sheet.\n\nI'm trying to get the range from us to the thing. If I'm reading your map right, it's 40' to the ground and you say he's about 50' away, so implementing my 7th grade algebra (about as far as I got) and the pythagoreom therom (probably mispelled) that puts the beast approximately 60-65 feet away (because of our height). Is that correct?\n\nAlso, can I use my Knowledge: Religion as a free action? If so, do I know anything about this creature with that skill? Skill check = (1d20+10)[ 26 ] . \n "
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{
"author": "Hank Pym",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nMy initiative roll didn't work. Okay, I'll try again:\n\nInitiative = [b] (1d20+0)[ 14 ] \n "
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"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "The screaming wind batters your party. The first of Koko's lions is hurtled off the platform and into the slushy marsh below. Its flesh sizzles as it submerges entirely in the acidic bog and it vanishes, unsummoned. The second lion digs its claws into the icy rime, but still is jerked off the ledge. Instead of plunging directly into the bog it slams into the ice crust above it before breaking through and burning away in acidic sludge.\n Armantar is jerked off his feet by the gale and sent flying into the acid below, a fall that would have knocked the wind from a mortal creature, but one that the death knight takes in stride. Leveak is bowled over, sliding 10 feet before he manages to catch purchase, just before sliding off the edge of the pillar.\n Leveak slides out just before the Dire Lion slams down into the space he was just occupying. Koko, Skye and James all manage to hold their ground, that is until 3,500 pounds off pissed off kitty slams into them.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nSorry I've been waiting on Gor'thok, but since he's been absent I'll make his save for him. The lions needed to make saves too, but in the interest of expediency I'll do that as well.\n\nI'm aware of the rules surrounding undead. This is for the fact that you guys are standing in what would be a category 7 hurricane if the scale went that high (it doesn't because storms on Earth don't get this strong). The storm appears natural to a spellcraft check.\n\nGor'thok(unbuffed, you still need to post a buffed sheet): (1d20+26)[ 40 ] \nLion 1: (1d20+6)[ 8 ] \nLion 2: (1d20+6)[ 25 ] \nDire Lion: (1d20+9)[ 21 ] \nFor Gor'thok's intiative, once you roll you can act after whoever has just gone (your character will be considered as waiting). Once everyone else has gone your turn is forfeit.\n\nThe wind is blowing to the west\nLion 1 is thrown 30 feet\nLion 2 is thrown 20 feet\nDire Lion is thrown 10 feet\nArmantar is thrown 30 feet\nLeveak is thrown 10 feet\n\nArmantar takes 42 points of acid damage as he is submerged entirely in the bog (except he's immune so I don't think he does).\n\nuhhh... I don't know the rules on what happens if someone is pushed into someone else. The closest thing that exists that I'm aware of is Shock trooper where you make trip attempts against both targets. I don't think that's fittinf here so I'm going to say its essentially making a bull rush attack with a bonus of +13. If Koko or James make it then then Skye doesn't have to.\n\nThe temperature is below -50 which means endure elements only provides partial protection (ala Frostburn). You'll need to make fort saves in 10 minutes.\n\nYou can make knowledge checks as free actions but you can't make out the creature well enough to identify it from this distance. The only reason you can see it through the driving snow is because it is glowing quite brightly.\n\nInitiative order:\nJames (21)\nArmantar (17)\nKoko (15)\nLeveax (14)\nSkye (9)\nDire Lion (3)\n\nDid I miss anything?\n "
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"author": "javcs",
"message": " Gor'thok \n\nGor'thok grunts as he hefts his greataxe ever so slightly higher, eying the blob.\n\n \n Spoiler \nGah! Sorry, I just finished my finals.\nBuffed block should be up momentarily.\nSuperior resistance gives a resistance bonus, right? So an extra +3 on that save. Not that it should matter a whole lot right now, since that 40 should beat anything on the table, unless we're in a lot more trouble than I think we are from the wind.\nWhat direction is the wind blowing?\nInitiative: (1d20+7)[ 10 ] \n "
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"author": "Hank Pym",
"message": " \"This dungeon is completely unlike anything I'd have hiterhto called a dungeon! Where's the walls of stone and torchlight? Bah! No matter! If this be our dungeon, then we'll meet it gloriously! \n\nStaying prone in hopes of not being blown away, Levaex grits his teeth against the wind, concentrates and throws a spell.\n\nIf it works, he calls as loud as he can to be heard over the wind, \"Prepare yourselves!\" He'd like to say \"grab hold\" but knows there's nothing really to grab hold of, and so settles on this.\n\nIf his spell doesn't work, or doesn't achieve the desired effect (dropping us on the far side of the bog, hopefully about 30 feet from the glowing beast), then, well, what's an elf to do? 😦\n \n Spoiler \n\nOn his turn, Levaex stays prone and tries a stone shape spell. He will attempt to shape the stone of the tower and cause it to bend or even collapse at its base (ala a tree being cut down). He'll try to aim the tower so that it drops our gang as close to the glowing green as possible (we won't actually hit it from how far away it is). I understand that his aim won't be good in the first place and even worse with the winds blowing the tower as it falls, but that's what he's attempting. Hopefully no one minds! If so, I'm sorry! ☹️\n\nWhen we hit the snow (whether from my attempt or however), everyone remember that we've got Mass Snowshoes (Gain +10' to speed over ice and snow, Balance checks or Reflex saves to walk without slipping and falling are not required) so hopefully that will play to our advantage.\n\nConcentration check to throw Stone Shape: (1d20+26)[ 33 ] \n\nI'll be out tomorrow, so if any other concentration checks, fort saves, etc. are required, Sxoa, please go ahead and roll for me.\n "
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"author": "Tar Palantir",
"message": " Armanatar \n\nArmanatar tumbles into the hissing acid, thanking the Iron Tyrant for the magical protections graceing his undead flesh, and trying desperately to hold his summoning spell together. If it succeeds, he summons the creatures as near as possible to the blob creature, and commands them to attack with their insanity-inducing touch. Meanwhile, he stumbles to the surface, and calls down Hextor's blessing to smite his foe.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI am immune to all five elements, damage-wise (thanks for the protection spell, btw 😁 ). As for my Summon Undead V, I made the save for distraction from the wind, but I'm not sure if I need another save for being thrown 30 feet into a pool of acid. Normally, the DC is based off of damage, but I took no damage. I'll make one, regardless. As for this action, the allips appear as close as possible to the blob and charge forward with Wis-draining touch attacks (as incorporeal beings they are unaffected by the wind). Armanatar moves toward the edge enough to be able to see (but stays in the acid, if it is shallow enough at the edges) and casts Flame Strike on the blob, Reflex DC 19 for half, half damage fire, half divine. I automatically pass my save vs. being distracted by the wind (+21 to Concentration).\n\n Concentration vs Fall - (1d20+21)[ 40 ] \n Allip 1 Attack with Charge - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] \n Allip 1 Wis Drain - (1d4)[ 1 ] \n Allip 2 Attack with Charge - (1d20+5)[ 25 ] \n Allip 2 Wis Drain - (1d4)[ 3 ] \n Flame Strike Damage - (11d6)[ 35 ] \n "
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{
"author": "Sir *TIM!!!!!!*",
"message": "James stands his ground against the wind, barely feeling the icy daggars of air. Suddenly, a massive furball obscures half of his vision. Reacting swiftly, he turns and attempts to stop it from striking him, arms slamming into the 'kitty' and pushing--hard, but probably not hard enough.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Strength Check - (1d20+8) [24] \n "
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"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "Fate is with James this day and he manages to stand strong against the massive weight slamming into him.\n \n Spoiler \n\"Bull rush\" (1d20+13)[ 18 ] \n\nCopied over from the OOC thread and corrected:\n James Leveax: (1d4)[1] nonlethal damage\nDire Lion: (1d4)[4] nonlethal damage\n\nKoko can actually make reflex save if you want since he's flying.\n "
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{
"author": "Lazlow",
"message": " \"Holy flying cats!\" Koko cries as he tries to maneuver himself out of the way of the dire lion's path.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Reflex - (1d20+28)[ 31 ] \n "
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{
"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "As Koko dodges out of the way Leveax's spell takes shape, warping the stone pillar at it's base far beneath your feet. With the sound of cracking ice and shattering stone in it lurches and gives way, plummeting to the ground below leaving only the flying Koko where he is.\n \n Spoiler \n\nKoko managed to dodge, so no problem there (good lord you have sick saves...).\n\nAs I said before you all can determine which way it falls if Hank Pym doesn't other wise I'll randomly determine out of the possible \"close bys\" this evening. Essentially right, left, or center.\n "
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"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": " Skye struggles against the wind. His compact dwarven form helps stabilize his footing against the winds. Realizing he is out of his element in this wide open expanse, he awaits the actions of his companions.\n\n \n Spoiler \n nothing to say or do for the rogue trap specialist. Maybe he should jump into the acid and save the group waiting for him to follow. Just kidding, hopefully he will survive long enough to be useful.\n "
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"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "The pillar plunges towards the ground below, and creates a large splash as it hits the acid as well as a rapidly dispersed plume of snow. Only the mighty Gor'thok and the Dire Lion stand above the deep snow when they rise. Even then, wading through it is extraordinarily difficult.\n\nArmantar's allips rush forward to strike the creature. Armantar is confident in his minions but cannot tell whether they are successful or not from his position.\n \n Spoiler \n\nNonlethal Damage to everyone who fell: (1d6)[ 5 ] \nplus\nlethal Damage to everyone who fell: (2d6)[ 5 ] \n\nThe snow is 70 inches deep so medium sized creatures can't walk through it. Larger creatures move at 1/4 speed. You all of course can walk on the surface with snow shoe spells, though you still need to get to the surface, which will require a climb or jump check or the like.\n "
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{
"author": "Lazlow",
"message": "Koko hovers above and a bit behind the pillar as it tips over and dispenses his companions below. As he flies he yells out, \"Jump Lion-O, jump!\" , hoping his remaining celestial critter can make it onto the top of the snow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDire Lion's jump check: (1d20+7)[ 24 ] \nIf successful, Reflex save to stay upright: (1d20+8)[ 16 ] \n\nCan Koko get a better look at the glowing blob thing from here?\n "
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"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "Lion-O leaps clear of the crashing pillar avoiding being deposited in the acidic bog. The celestial lion is standing deep in the snow directly in front of the creature.\n\nKoko hovers over the group trying to get a better look at the creature. Though it is still obscured by driving blinding he has a much better picture of the creature. It is not something that he has seen before, either in person or in the many tomes he has pored through. It seems to be radiating heat, the thin air being distorted around it. It seems to be composed of hundreds of small white hot pieces of smelting slag as well as other less recognizable sludges.\n\n \n Spoiler \nThe lion takes 7 damage nonlethal and 3 lethal instead of 5 and 5 since it made the reflex save.\n\nThe creature appears to be an elemental of some kind but thats all your knowledge check reveals\n "
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{
"author": "javcs",
"message": " Gor'thok \n\nGor'thok hops lightly onto the top of the snow, moves over to James and hauls him onto the top of the snow.\n \n Spoiler \n\nWould having Freedom of Movement affect my ability to move through the snow? Because Gor'thok has a Ring of Freedom of Movement on.\nAlso ... Gor'thok has a Ring of Feather Falling on. Would that let him land on top of the snow to start with?\n\nReflex save: (1d20+17)[ 18 ] \nJump check to hop on top of the snow. (1d20+34)[ 42 ] The 'hop up' maneuver is a DC10, takes 10ft of move. If that's the relevant one ... I think I make it.\nStrength check to haul James up ... do I really need to make one? He's well within my light load capacity. I'll roll anyways (1d20+20)[ 23 ] .\nI'll also use Natural Cunning to make sure that Gor'thok can get back to where he was at any given point.\n "
},
{
"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "Gor'thok lands his daintily on top of the snow, a sight that would normally cause one to attempt to disbelieve the illusion. He treds flawlessly across the snow and halls James out, setting the smaller man upright smartly on the snow.\n \n Spoiler \nSorry forgot about your feather fall, Gor'thok lands fine and take no damage. That's a weird image, 700+ pounds of bovine warrior hopping down softly on the snow\n "
},
{
"author": "Hank Pym",
"message": "Levaex, completely invisible in the depth of the snow is startled that his own plan succeeded. \"I can't believe that actually worked. Wait -- where'd everybody go?\" \n\nAfter a split-second's thought (about as much as any adventures give to their actions) he whips out his trusty \"small, steal mirror\" and holds it above the snow in one hand and looks through it to locate the team's opponent, presumably difficult to miss.\n\n \"Ah! There you are!\" \n\nIf he is within range, he then attempts to call upon Boccob to \"Kindly remove that glowing abomination from our presence.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nLevaex will attempt to throw the spell Destruction at the beast, locating his target through his mirror. I have no idea if this is covered in the rules anywhere, but he's going to try it. I'll make a Concentration Check against the wind (if still necessary), but if you're going to require a higher concentration check I guess this roll counts for that, too.\n\nConcentration Check to cast Destruction: (1d20+26)[ 33 ] \n\nIf the spell works, then the glob needs to make a Fort save, DC 30 or be destroyed instantly. If it makes the save (which it probably will) it will take 10d6 damage, rolled here: (10d6+0)[ 33 ] .\n\nAnd on the off-chance that it has SR, then here's a spell penetration check: (1d20+22)[ 32 ] \n\nI think that covers everything.\n "
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{
"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "Before Leveax can pop the mirror up, the hulking mass, rears up. It lets out a great roar as it trundles back slightly, and then it lets out a great blast from it's mouth. The air fills searing light, mostly white with some speckles of other colors here and there, as well as flying chunks of the same waste rock it looks to be made from.\n\nThe molten slag sticks your skin after being expelled, continuing to corrode your flesh. Disturbingly the air still glitters and sparkles all around you, and bits of metal swirl about in the blast area of the creatures breath weapon, seemingly unperturbed by the winds.\n \n Spoiler \nEveryone make reflex saves, don't forget summoned creatures.\nSeeing if Allips are affected, high is yes, low is no:\nMs. Allip (1d100)[ 64 ] \nMr. Allip (1d100)[ 100 ] \n120 untyped damage on a failed save. I'll tell you if you pass.\nArmantar is in range of the cone, but has some cover from the slush, he qualifies as having evasion for this.\nThere is a cloud of \"breathweapony stuff\" remaining in the area where it just hit. Your keen adventurer instincts tell you, that if you remain where you are, the cloud will keep hurting you.\n "
},
{
"author": "Lazlow",
"message": "Seeing the thing-blob-beast rise up and spew forth slag, Koko frantically tries to fly out of harm's way.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSheeeeesh...\n\nKoko: Reflex - (1d20+26)[ 33 ] \nLion-O: Reflex - (1d20+8)[ 21 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Hank Pym",
"message": "Levaex attempts to duck for cover.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nREFLEX? D'oh! Drat. Hey, a natural 20's always a success, right?\n\n (1d20+6)[ 9 ] \n\nWith all that radioactive waste (what I suspect it is, anyway) flying all over, is enough snow melted/destroyed/blown away that we can move freely in the area of the cone after the breath weapon hits?\n "
},
{
"author": "Tar Palantir",
"message": "Armanatar sees the glowing death coming from the creature, and attempts to dive into the acid pool to hide from the deadly blast.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nC'mon, give me a good number!\n\n Reflex - (1d20+11)[ 19 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": " Skye whispers \" Oh, crap,\" as he tries to evade the toxic blast coming his way.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n reflex - (1d20+23)[ 42 ] rogue evasion if save\n "
},
{
"author": "javcs",
"message": " Gor'thok \n\nGor'thok's eyes widen as he sees the thing's breath as he twists, attempting to dodge the effects.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+17)[ 22 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "The blast rips through frigid, tearing into your party.\nGor'thok and James takes the full blast, staggering under the mighty onslaught but not bowing.\nSkye somehow, defying all reason, manages to twist and turn, evading any metal or searing light. He dusts himself off, and smiles for the camera, the meager sun lens flaring off his winning grin.\nKoko manges to dodge partially, but even his flight aided movement can only save him partially from the blast.\nHis lion is not so lucky, and its flesh is burned in layers before the bones too are reduced to unsummoned powder.\nThough Armantar is too slow, his total submersion in acid strangely enough partially protects the undead templar, but both his Allips are vaporized (further?) by the beast.\n \n Spoiler \nFor James save so you can all do what you will: (1d20+14)[ 26 ] \nSkye takes none\nKoko and Armantar take half damage (I meant improved evasion for Armantar), unless Koko has evasion and I missed it.\nGor'thok and James take full.\nLion-O and the Allips die no matter what.\nEveryone but Skye needs to make saves from massive damage.\n\nI don't think that killed anyone. Oh well, I'll try again soon!😛\n\nYeah sure Mr. Pym, the area is cleared for a round at least\nEDIT: Sorry, for clarification I'll put this in.\nJames (DELAYING FROM 21)\nArmantar (17)\n Allips more deceased\nKoko (15)\nLeveax (14)\nCREATURE (13)\nGor’Thok (10)\nSkye (9)\n Dire Lion (3) deceased\n\nSo it's Gor'thok's turn. James can jump in whenever he wants. People who go after the creature can obviously revise their actions now that you know about the breath weapon attack...\n "
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{
"author": "Tar Palantir",
"message": "Armanatar staggers back, even the glancing blow wounding him more than he wuld like. His hand begins to glow with fell power, and he uses the energies granted by his almighty lord to repair his undead form. He then moves toward the creature, hiding beneath the surface of the acid to avoid drawing further attention until he was ready to strike.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCast Harm from my domain slot on myself, then move as close as possible while remaining in the acid, staying crouched low to remain completely hidden beneath the acid, but trying to stick to areas where I could straighten up and be above the surface. Harm brings me back up to full. 😛\n "
},
{
"author": "Lazlow",
"message": "Koko thanks his lucky stars he was able to dodge at least some of the monster's attack. He winces and attempts to shrug off the pain...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFort save for massive damage (1d20+20)[ 35 ] \n "
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{
"author": "Sir *TIM!!!!!!*",
"message": " Son of a bi-\" \n\nJames takes the brunt of the breath weapon directly to his front, unprepared after being pulled up by Gor.\n\nHe brushes off the dust with a few precious seconds of time, growling as he does so.\n\nDuring this, his belt gives off a slight glow as it absolves him of some of his wounds.\n\n \"There will be death. And it will be bloody, or bile-y or whatever it is this thing gives off when you kill it.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nIn total, James has DR 5, does that work against this?\n\nFort Save for Massive Damage: [roll0]\n\nBelt of Healing Result: [roll1]\n "
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{
"author": "Sir *TIM!!!!!!*",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nFort: (1d20+18)[ 31 ] \n\nHealing Belt: (4d8+0)[ 26 ] \n\nReflex: (1d20+14)[ 24 ] \n "
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{
"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "While his body survives the shock of the brutal blast, James is unable to remove the cloying material.\n \n Spoiler \nPeople who don't manage to remove the clinging breathweapon will take damage on their next turn.\n "
},
{
"author": "javcs",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nReflex: (1d20+17)[ 19 ] \nMassive damage: (1d20+29)[ 34 ] \n "
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{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": " Skye \n\nSkye smiles briefly as he sees he did not take any damage from the breath of the beast.\n\nCalling out to his companions he yells, \"Spread out as much as you can to avoid being caught in a single blast again.\" As the words are completed, he moves as far from the group as possible drawing his crossbow, before attempting to hide from the beast with any availabe cover.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n hide - (1d20+40)[ 50 ] \n \n\n Stat Block \n \n Spoiler \n should have stat box complete soon\n\n\n Skye Obsidian \nM ng Dwarf Rogue/SilverKey/Exemplar, Level 3/10/5,\n Init +7, Senses Darkvision 60' (180') , blindsense 90' free spot/listen 1 per round, Listen +19, Spot +17 (+26 with mask)\n Languages Common, dwarf, terran, orc, giant, wand comprehend lang\n___________________________________________\n AC 22 (25) (Armor+6 (+9) ,Dex +7,Flaw -1), Touch 16 (25 vs incorporeal) , Flat-footed 16 (19) , (Dodge feat) (+4 dodge giants)\n HP 155/155 (HD18)\n Resist dwarf +2 save spell/SLA, +2 poison save, slippery mind\n SR 25 Immune fire, acid, electricity \n DR 10/magic vs ranged weapons \n Fort +16 17 , Ref +23 24 , Will +17 18 \n____________________________________________\n Speed 30 40' snow/ice \n Base Attack Bonus 12\n Attack +1 (+4) Force Quickload Light crossbow +20 (+23) (1d8+1 (+4) , 19-20*2) (+2att/+2d6dmg undead) or\n +1 dagger +12 (+20 thrown) (1d4+2, 19-20*2)\n Full Attack +1 (+4) Force Quickload Light crossbow +20/+15/+10 (+23/+18/+13) (1d8+1 (+4) , 19-20*2) or\n +1 dagger +12/+7/+2(+20/+15/+10 thrown) (1d4+2, 19-20*2)\n Space/Reach 5'/5'\n____________________________________________\n Abilities Str 12, Dex 24, Con 20, Int 16, Wis 10, Cha 12\n Condition waterbreathing, psychic poison, \n Feats Education, Skill focus (disable), least dragonmark (warding), Item familiar, quick reconnoiter, tactile trapsmith, martial study, open minded, darkstalker\n Su Crafty hands- move act to open/disable within 60', concentration required, Cunning body- 1/d each, waterbreath/featherfall/remove paralyisis (CL 10) if subjected to those stressors\n Skills Balance +14, Concentration +11, Craft (trap) +8, Disable traps +40, Disable device +34, Hide +40, Jump +19, Move silently +22, Open lock +27, Search +26 (+35 with mask), Search traps/wards/glyphs +40 (+45 with mask), Spellcraft +30, Spellcraft traps/wards +36, Tumble +14, UMD +25\n____________________________________________\n Equipment Neck- Rary's telepathic bond, 1 known person within 1mile, for 1 min, 3/d\n\nFeet- dex mod for jump, stand from prone as swift and no AOO/pass without a trace, teleport 3/d (CL 9)\n\nHead- +3 chr skill checks, +2 comp spot, 3 charges/day, 1 charge grants darkvision 1hr to 60', 2 charges see invis for 10 min, 3 charges for trueseeing for 1 min\n\nRing(left)- spellcraft check DC 15+spell lvl to determine all spellcasting within 60', 1/day can immediate activate ring to dispel identified spell (As dispel magic) or redirect to legal target within 60', if illegal target spell wasted.\n\nRing of regeneration\n\nFace- +9 insight bonus search/spot\n\nHands- shadow hand 1-3 maneuver- cloak of deception- swift act for 1rd greater invis\n\nOrb of renewal- 3 charge/day\n 1 charge- Heal 4 pts Int/Wis/or Chr, or 2 to all 3\n 2 charges- 6 pts to 1, or 3pts to all 3\n 3 charges- 8 pts to 1, or 4pts to all 3\n\nRod of bodily restoration- as above but str/dex/con\n\nWands, eternal-Spiderclimb, protection from evil (x2), Silence, Reduce person, Comprehend languages, detect secret doors (x2)\n\nBag of holding 2\n\nItem familiar- Rod of escape- Jump and knock 2/day each (CL9), 5' sphere to repel nonmagical water for 10 minutes, Int 16/Wis 12/ Chr 12, blindsense 30', see, hear, darkvision 60', speak/read common, dwarf, elf, giant, telepathy 120' with owner, invested skill points per sheet \n "
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{
"author": "Hank Pym",
"message": "Levaex tries not to die instantly from the effects of the breath weapon as it washes over him.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSave vs. Massive Damage = (1d20+22)[ 41 ] \n\nAlso (assuming I just made that save), now that we're actually taking damage, as the party cleric I ask all the players to keep me apprised of your HP. If you're getting low, or even nervous, let me know A ROUND AHEAD OF TIME (if possible) so that I can try to get to you and help before you go down. I take MediCade and MediCare and cold, hard gold pieces! (or, for The Grinder, only, all healing is 100% off!)\n\nLevaex is here to keep the party alive (er, active) first and foremost. You all know you're built to do more damage against a creature like this than I am, and I don't mind spending my rounds throwing healing spells instead of doing damage.\n\nTo further help in keeping track of such things, I'm going to start posting my stat block in each of my posts. Please follow suite if you think it's a worthy idea.\n \n\n Stat Block: \n \n Spoiler \n\n Levaex Twicedead \nWild-Elf Cleric Initiative: +0\nHP: 64 / 189 (3 non-lethal, 122 lethal)\nDR: 3/- and 10/magic vs. ranged attacks*\nSpeed: 20'/x3\nAC: 30 Touch: 11 FF: 30 (Armor +13, shield +6, Ring +2, Fault -1)\nAC (vs. Incorporeal*): 39\nFort: +22 Ref: +12 Will: +28 (+6 all for Superior Resistance*)\nStr: 10 Dex: 10 Con: 20 Int: 10 Wis: 32 Cha: 8\n\n Attacks \nCold Iron Heavy Mace (+4*,Undead Bane*) +19/+14/+9 1d8+6 20/x2\nTouch (melee) +15/+10/+5 as spell 20/x2\n\n Abilities: \nLow-Light Vision; Immune to Sleep Effects; +2 Save vs. Enchantments\n+2 Search, Spot, Listen; Automatic search for Secret Doors\nDeity = Boccob; Domains = Trickery and Knowledge\nPool of Healing Variant (lose 4th level spell slot, gain \"lay on hands\" for 95 points/day)\nDarkvision 180'*; Blindsense 90'*; Water Breathing *; Immune to damage and cold from water depth*; +10 move oversnow and ice*; can't slip or fall on ice*; cannot be raised as undead*\nImmune to Fire, Cold, and Electrical Damage*; Protection from Acid and Sonic Damage (120 points each)*\n\n Equipment of Note: \nArmor: Moderate Fortification (75% sneak attacks and criticals fail)\nRing: Freedom of Movement\nCloak of Displacement (major) (50% miss chance on pysical attacks)\n\n Notes on Spell casting: \nSpontaneous Domain Casting (Trickery, can sub Trickery for Knowledge)\nExtra Domain Spell (9th level; Time Stop)\nTotal Spell Penetration + 22 (Spell Pen. and Greater Spell Pen.)\nSpell DC = 21 + (level of spell) +2 (if Necromancy, S.F. and G.S.F.)\n\n Flaw: \nVulnerable (-1 AC, +1 Feat)\n\n Current Buffs: (included in above stats, where noted with *)\n-Extended Water Breathing (51 hours)\n-Energy Immunity (Fire, Cold, Electrical) (16 hours)\n-Undead Bane Weapon (on his mace) (16 hours)\n-Endure Elements (Sonic) (16 hours)\n-Healthful Rest (16 hours)\n-Portal Beacon (16 hours)\n-Extended Ectoplasmic Armor (+9 vs. incorporeal attacks)(15 hours)\n-Extended Protection from Arrows (15 hours)\n-Extended Superior Resistence (+6 to saves)(13 hours)\n-Extended Psychic Poison (15 hours)\n-Extended Dragonsight (15 hours)\n-Extended Trasformation of the Deeps (15 hours)\n-Greater Magic Weapon (+4)(10 hours)\n-(Mass) Snowshoes (10 hours)\n-Spawn Screen (10 hours)\n-Extended Mindblank (13 hours)\n-Divine Insight (+15 to one skill check)(11 hours)\n-Death Ward (18 minutes)\n-Protection from Energy (Acid and Cold) (180 min.)\n "
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{
"author": "javcs",
"message": " Gor'thok \nBellowing in anger, Gor'thok retaliates, loosing a series of sweeping blows upon the creature, with both axe and horns. MEET MY AXE!! \n \n Spoiler \n\n138/258 HP remaining\nFull Attack, with Mighty Swing, attacking 3 squares of the creature. Not sure how that interacts with big creatures, but, if it works, it works, if not, well, no big loss.\n\nAxe1: (1d20+33)[ 49 ] , damage (3d6+34)[ 48 ] \nAxe2: (1d20+33)[ 47 ] , damage (3d6+34)[ 41 ] \nAxe3: (1d20+28)[ 41 ] , damage (3d6+34)[ 44 ] \nGore: (1d20+25)[ 30 ] , damage (1d8+20)[ 25 ] \n "
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{
"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "Gor'thok cleaves into the beast before delivering a mighty blow with his horns. The creature's \"flesh\" seems to part readily enough, and Gor'thok easily lands the blow.\n \n Spoiler \nFrom my reading of Mighty Swing I think it only affects a defender once, even if it occupies more than one square.\nSo you do the 1st axe swing plus the gore for 73 damage.\n\nYou're directly adjacent to it so I'm presuming you took a five foot step to get of the cloud of breathweapon remaining where the cone of the blast was (it's narrow at the base).\n\nRemoving the breathweapon stuff is a full round action for anyone who attempts it.\n "
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{
"author": "javcs",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nI figured that would probably be the case, but, asking doesn't hurt.\n\nHowever, there are 3 different attacks with the axe - each one of those attacks (axe1, axe2, and axe3) would hit 3 different squares with Mighty Swing, same attack roll applying to each set of 3 squares.\nThat's why they were labeled differently.\nSo ... yeah, thats more like 158 damage.\n\nEh, yeah, 5ft step sideways, forgot to mention that.\n "
},
{
"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "Gor'thok's final two blows land with brutal ferocity, ripping chunks of the creature away from the main mass.\n \n Spoiler \nmy mistake🙂\n "
},
{
"author": "Hank Pym",
"message": "Unsure of what the lingering breath weapon will do, Levaex plays it safe and knocks the bits of detritus off himself.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nOkay, I guess I WON'T use my mirror to throw Destruction.\n\nI hope we can all survive a round while I knock this stuff off myself. I don't know how much damage it's going to do next round, and if it kills me then I won't be able to heal us the following round (and healing this round, right before James and GorThok take more damage isn't going to do much, anyway -- I just hope the two of you survive).\n\nI'm not sure what I need to roll to \"try\" not to take damage this round. I'll just throw a d20 and let you add what needs added, Sxoa. If it's a Reflex save, my current Reflex save is +12.\n\n (1d20+0)[ 11 ] \n "
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{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": " Skye \n\nSkye moves a safe distance away from the beast while drawing his crossbow. Taking aim, he attempts to drive a bolt deep within its mass.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nApply dodge feat to beast\n\n attack - (1d20+23)[ 24 ] \n critconfirm - (1d20+23)[ 37 ] \n dmg - (1d8+4)[ 10 ] \n sneak - (2d6)[ 8 ] only if possible to get flank/flat footed attack\n\nWell I auto missed, but I forgot to mention bolt is a force bolt so ignores DR, unless immune to force effects\n\n "
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{
"author": "Lazlow",
"message": "Moving out of the cloud, Koko screeches a few arcane shrieks and attempts to rid the clinging remains of the thing's breath weapon with his magic.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFor his standard action, Koko's going to use a targeted Dispel Magic on the breathweapony stuff to get it off, and using his move action, he'll get out of the cloud but remain within at least 30' of Leveax (should be possible, since the cone is narrow this close to the creature; he'll also stay as high as he can, so probably close to 30' up from Leveax). He'll move in the opposite direction that Skye is moving to spread the party out and hopefully attempt to flank at some point.\n\n Dispel check - (1d20+10)[ 18 ] \n "
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"author": "Sir *TIM!!!!!!*",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nWhen his turn comes up, James will (if the stuff does not fade after damaging him the second time) attempt to remove it and take a 5 foot step away from the creature if he is adjacent.\n\nReflex Save: (1d20+14)[ 25 ] \n\nIf the stuff does fade after damaging him, he attacks as follows:\n\nAttacks:\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d20+29)[ 40 ] \n (1d20+29)[ 35 ] \n (1d20+24)[ 32 ] \n (1d20+19)[ 31 ] \n (1d20+16)[ 22 ] \n (1d20+17)[ 23 ] \n \n\nIf they hit, respectively: (Crits on 17-20, and 1 CON damage for each attack that hits. Neither occurs if the creature is immune to criticals. Oh, and if any crit I will roll the extra damage from Shocking Burst and Thundering.)\n \n Spoiler \n\n (1d10+11)[ 16 ] and (1d6+0)[ 6 ] makes\n (1d10+11)[ 14 ] and (1d6+0)[ 5 ] makes\n (1d10+11)[ 21 ] and (1d6+0)[ 1 ] makes\n (1d10+11)[ 21 ] and (1d6+0)[ 4 ] makes\n (1d10+11)[ 12 ] and (1d6+0)[ 3 ] makes\n (1d10+11)[ 15 ] and (1d6+0)[ 1 ] makes\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "Leveax tries to brush off the mess the material but it clings to him tenaciously. Fortunately though it fades after a few moments regardless of his efforts, but not before searing his flesh further. Likewise, it continues to corrode James before fading to nothingness.\n\nKoko attempts to dispel the stuff but it resists his magics. He doesn't get the chance to watch it fade as it eats through him, killing the flying mage where he floats. He drops to the ground lifeless.\n\nJames pounds on the creature every blow landing true and ripping into the beast. You can barely hear it's roar over the howling wind.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nIt's a reflex save.\n\nThe clinging breath weapon does another 60 damage before it fades to those who failed their reflex saves without cover (and 30 to Armantar). Which means everyone above acid has taken 180 damage, and Armantar has taken 90 by the end of the round.\n\nAssuming you're doing full damage with every blow (and you think you are) you all have done a total of 277 damage to this thing. It doesn't look to be doing too hot.\n\nDuring Armantar's turn, if I understand correctly you're getting out of the cone and casting Harm on yourself, while staying under the acid. If that's incorrect then give me a heads up. I'll give you all chances to post, correcting me if I've made a mistake somewhere etc and then the creature is going again. It seems to be getting ready for some melee.\n "
},
{
"author": "Tar Palantir",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nRight on the money, Sxoa. Shame about the monkey. Is the body still well preserved enough to use Raise Dead, or will it take Ressurection? I don't have the diamonds, but I trust that Leveax does (or rather I hope 😦 ). If not, we can always just take his stuff and keep going. But don't count yourself out yet, Koko.\n "
},
{
"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "The creature rears up and attempts to pound James and Gor'thok into the ground. It's blows though fail to penetrate the two warriors defenses. It lets out a frustrated roar.\n \n Spoiler \nIt's now Gor'thok's turn again as per this list:\nJames (21)\nArmantar (17)\nKoko (15)\nLeveax (14)\nGor’Thok (10)\nSkye (9)\n\nRemember to make Fortitude saves against the wind (DC 30) on your turns.\n "
},
{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": " Skye \n\nSkye takes aim again and fires 3 times at the foul beast, all while trying to fight the winds that are buffeting him.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n\nModify attacks as needed with wind.\n\n fort - (1d20+17)[ 33 ] \n att - (1d20+23)[ 30 ] \n att - (1d20+18)[ 19 ] \n att - (1d20+13)[ 24 ] \n (3d20)[ 16 ][ 17 ][ 2 ](35) crit threat rolls, add needed BAB bonus\n dmg1 - (1d8+4)[ 9 ] \n dmg2 - (1d8+4)[ 7 ] \n dmg3 - (1d8+4)[ 6 ] \n\nSneak dmg, doubt in effect\n att1 - (2d6)[ 8 ] \n att2 - (2d6)[ 8 ] \n att3 - (2d6)[ 5 ] \n \n\n Stat Block \n \n Spoiler \n should have stat box complete soon\n\n\n Skye Obsidian \nM ng Dwarf Rogue/SilverKey/Exemplar, Level 3/10/5,\n Init +7, Senses Darkvision 60' (180') , blindsense 90' free spot/listen 1 per round, Listen +19, Spot +17 (+26 with mask)\n Languages Common, dwarf, terran, orc, giant, wand comprehend lang\n___________________________________________\n AC 22 (25) (Armor+6 (+9) ,Dex +7,Flaw -1), Touch 16 (25 vs incorporeal) , Flat-footed 16 (19) , (Dodge feat) (+4 dodge giants)\n HP 155/155 (HD18)\n Resist dwarf +2 save spell/SLA, +2 poison save, slippery mind\n SR 25 Immune fire, acid, electricity \n DR 10/magic vs ranged weapons \n Fort +16 17 , Ref +23 24 , Will +17 18 \n____________________________________________\n Speed 30 40' snow/ice \n Base Attack Bonus 12\n Attack +1 (+4) Force Quickload Light crossbow +20 (+23) (1d8+1 (+4) , 19-20*2) (+2att/+2d6dmg undead) or\n +1 dagger +12 (+20 thrown) (1d4+2, 19-20*2)\n Full Attack +1 (+4) Force Quickload Light crossbow +20/+15/+10 (+23/+18/+13) (1d8+1 (+4) , 19-20*2) or\n +1 dagger +12/+7/+2(+20/+15/+10 thrown) (1d4+2, 19-20*2)\n Space/Reach 5'/5'\n____________________________________________\n Abilities Str 12, Dex 24, Con 20, Int 16, Wis 10, Cha 12\n Condition waterbreathing, psychic poison, \n Feats Education, Skill focus (disable), least dragonmark (warding), Item familiar, quick reconnoiter, tactile trapsmith, martial study, open minded, darkstalker\n Su Crafty hands- move act to open/disable within 60', concentration required, Cunning body- 1/d each, waterbreath/featherfall/remove paralyisis (CL 10) if subjected to those stressors\n Skills Balance +14, Concentration +11, Craft (trap) +8, Disable traps +40, Disable device +34, Hide +40, Jump +19, Move silently +22, Open lock +27, Search +26 (+35 with mask), Search traps/wards/glyphs +40 (+45 with mask), Spellcraft +30, Spellcraft traps/wards +36, Tumble +14, UMD +25\n____________________________________________\n Equipment Neck- Rary's telepathic bond, 1 known person within 1mile, for 1 min, 3/d\n\nFeet- dex mod for jump, stand from prone as swift and no AOO/pass without a trace, teleport 3/d (CL 9)\n\nHead- +3 chr skill checks, +2 comp spot, 3 charges/day, 1 charge grants darkvision 1hr to 60', 2 charges see invis for 10 min, 3 charges for trueseeing for 1 min\n\nRing(left)- spellcraft check DC 15+spell lvl to determine all spellcasting within 60', 1/day can immediate activate ring to dispel identified spell (As dispel magic) or redirect to legal target within 60', if illegal target spell wasted.\n\nRing of regeneration\n\nFace- +9 insight bonus search/spot\n\nHands- shadow hand 1-3 maneuver- cloak of deception- swift act for 1rd greater invis\n\nOrb of renewal- 3 charge/day\n 1 charge- Heal 4 pts Int/Wis/or Chr, or 2 to all 3\n 2 charges- 6 pts to 1, or 3pts to all 3\n 3 charges- 8 pts to 1, or 4pts to all 3\n\nRod of bodily restoration- as above but str/dex/con\n\nWands, eternal-Spiderclimb, protection from evil (x2), Silence, Reduce person, Comprehend languages, detect secret doors (x2)\n\nBag of holding 2\n\nItem familiar- Rod of escape- Jump and knock 2/day each (CL9), 5' sphere to repel nonmagical water for 10 minutes, Int 16/Wis 12/ Chr 12, blindsense 30', see, hear, darkvision 60', speak/read common, dwarf, elf, giant, telepathy 120' with owner, invested skill points per sheet \n "
},
{
"author": "Sir *TIM!!!!!!*",
"message": "*Forgot in previous post*\n\nAs James hacks away at the creature, stunned at the inability of Gorthok's axe and his sword to bring it down, he stubbornly resists the thundering windstorm.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFort Save: [roll]1d20+18[/roll]\n\nEDIT: For terrible typos.\nEDIT again: Ah screw it, I'll try the roller again tommorow.\n "
},
{
"author": "Hank Pym",
"message": "Levaex spits out grit from between his teeth, whips out a scroll and throws a spell. \"Uh-humbity-bumbity-Boccob-a-mummba-mumba-MUU!!\" \n\nAs a result of this jibberish, a great swirl of electric blue light pours from the scroll and reaches like the tenticles of an ocotopus to touch each of the characters, except Armanatar.\n\nAs the tendrils hit the characters, they feel themselves invigorated and again ready for action.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI know I'm posting out of turn, but the beast has gone, so it should be okay, right? If Koko is up (alive), a tendril will touch him, too.\n\nThe scroll is a Mass Heal, so everyone in the party (except Armanatar) will heal 170 damage as well as getting back any ability loss, etc. I think that the HP damage is all we're suffering right now.\n\nConcentration check for the wind: (1d20+26)[ 40 ] \nFort save against the wind: (1d20+22)[ 32 ] \n\nAnd if anyone else was counting my HP; yes, that was a close one (down to 4 HP).\n "
},
{
"author": "Tar Palantir",
"message": "Reinvigorated with his own negative energy, the undead fiend calls upon his own innate magic, focusing the energies gifted him by his dread lord to grant him the strength and skill of a mighty warrior. He then positions himself as close as he can to the creature, without breaking cover or clustering too closely to his allies.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nUsing one of my 3 Divine Power SLAs, without surfacing. Then I move to within charge range (40 feet), without revealing myself or bunching up next to the others if possible. If not, priority is first charge range (modified as needed by any difficult terrain, etc.), then clustering, then revealing. Updated stat block after the spell (blue values are with buffs, leaving unbuffed values for reference):\n\n Armanatar the Soulless \nMale Lawful Evil Human Deathknight Fighter 2/Cleric 11, Level 13,\n Init +7, HP 97/97 108/97 , DR 15/magic, Speed 20\n\n AC 45 (+13 Armor, +4 Shield, +3 Dex, +10 Natural, +5 Deflect), Touch 18, Flat-footed 42,\n Fort +15 +16 , Ref +11 +12 , Will +17 +18 ,\n Base Attack Bonus +10/+5 +13/+8/+3 \n +4 Spellblade Wounding Profane Burst Flail +21/+16 +27/+22/+17 (1d8+10+1d6 1d8+13+1d6 , X2) (+1d10 on crit, X2 vs good outsiders, 1 Con damage. Immune disintegrate, Undead Bane )\n Touch Attack +14 +17 (1d8+2 (10), X2) (Maximized by Gauntlets of the Blood Lord, 1 Con damage, DC 21 Will half )\n +5 Mithral Fullplate of Energy Drain (Enervation on touch, as the spell)\n +2 Mithral Heavy Shield \n Abilities Str 22 28 , Dex 16, Con -, Int 17, Wis 20, Cha 21\n Special Qualities,Special Attacks, Misc. Immune to Electricity, Cold, Fire, Sonic, Acid, and Polymorph; Spell Resistance 23; Turn Immunity; Fear Aura DC 23 Will negates; Abyssal Blast 13d6, DC 21 Reflex for half; Rebuke Undead 8/day; Divine Power 3/day as a spell-like ability; Darkvision 180ft; Blindsense 90ft; Freedom of Movement \n "
},
{
"author": "Tar Palantir",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nHad to preview the last post, here's my Fortitude save:\n\n Fort - (1d20+16)[ 29 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Sir *TIM!!!!!!*",
"message": "James tilts his head back as his wounds stitch themselves shut, even as he crouches slightly trying to resist the wind.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nFort Save: (1d20+18) [32] \n "
},
{
"author": "Lazlow",
"message": "Suddenly Koko's body is consumed with a flash of ruby light, and just as suddenly he reappears, whole and hale again.\n\n \"That was not pleasant,\" he mutters.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nGonna wait and see if the monster's still standing after the two warriors have at it; I'll edit my post with Koko's actions then.\n "
},
{
"author": "Lazlow",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nKoko's Fort save vs. the wind:\n (1d20+21)[ 36 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "javcs",
"message": " Gor'thok \n\nGrunting against the wind, Gor'thok continues to pound the creature.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 248/258\nFortitude save against the wind: (1d20+29)[ 37 ] \nIf he succeeds, he full attacks the creature again.\nAxe1: (1d20+33)[ 36 ] , damage (3d6+34)[ 42 ] \nAxe2: (1d20+33)[ 38 ] , damage (3d6+34)[ 50 ] \nAxe3: (1d20+28)[ 39 ] , damage (3d6+34)[ 48 ] \nGore: (1d20+25)[ 31 ] , damage (1d8+20)[ 24 ] \n\nThat's 164 damage (all attacks hit, as a 30 hit before, and the lowest is a 31 this time) and a DC 15 Massive Damage save (it'll probably make the save, but if could be unlucky).\n\nNo longer necessary \n Spoiler \n\nIn the unlikely event he fails the save, he charges, and attacks the creature with his axe, power attacking for 2.\nAxe: (1d20+33)[ 38 ] , damage (3d6+38)[ 46 ] \n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "Gor'thok's axe smashes into the creature once again, and what happens next all rushes by in the blink of an eye. Noticeable now onlyy by it's absence there is the sudden loss of a very slight and subtle pressure that had been pushing outward from the creature on all your ferrous gear. The molten slag heap that stood before you begins implode, collapsing in on itself as brilliant white light begins to shine out of the beast from deep within. For a second the roar of the collapsing metal grinding against itself goes silent. Then the world erupts around you, as if a tiny peace of the sun had been made manifest here and now, your entire existence is pure blinding white light for a fraction of a second.\n \n Spoiler \nEveryone make reflex saves for half damage! Failure means you take 400 hp of damage,\n "
},
{
"author": "Tar Palantir",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nDo I still get improved evasion from being in the acid? Because if not, I'm dead either way. Ah well, that's what contingent revive undead is for.\n\n Reflex Save - (1d20+12)[ 15 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n what is the range of that effect? I tried to move Skye away to still be in crossbow range, but definitely not adjacent.\n\n reflex - (1d20+24)[ 29 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "javcs",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nSkye, the radius, according to the source Sxoa gave us is 400ft. We're all within ~50ft, I believe, it might be less distance.\nReflex save: (1d20+17)[ 31 ] \nIf the reflex save is made, massive damage save here: (1d20+29)[ 38 ] .\n "
},
{
"author": "Hank Pym",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nReflex save for Levaex: (1d20+12)[ 14 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Lazlow",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nThis roll is completely moot, since even if Koko makes it and takes half damage he'll still be at -90.\n\n Reflex save - (1d20+26)[ 38 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Sir *TIM!!!!!!*",
"message": "James watches as Gor'thok downs the beast. His face turns into a mask of fear as the massive explosion commences. Before he can cry out, move, or even think, the blinding light surges over and through his body.\n\nEven as his physical self is torn apart, James' soul whispers for a moment before being swept away in the wind.\n\n \"Damn.\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nUseless Save: (1d20+14)[ 22 ] \n\nGood game everybody.\n "
},
{
"author": "Sxoa",
"message": "The blast wave washes over your party, leaving a smoldering crater and mushroom cloud. There is a momentary respite from the wind as the shock wave pushes outward from you. The disrupted airflow soon begins to flow back though, and the cloud of steam and debris is whisked away.\n \n Spoiler \nSave DC was 25. Armantar had improved evasion due to improved cover (although that gets disintegrated too, but thems the rules I think). You guys have action points that you can use to boost saves too remember.\n\nI refer you too my post in the OOC thread. Don't count yourselves out just yet.\n\nRemember too, you guys can try, try again. Essentially if you want a mulligan, you're welcome to one, but I don't think you need it.\n "
},
{
"author": "Tar Palantir",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nUsing an action point to bump it up 3d6. At least a 10, and I save for no damage.\n\n (3d6)[ 8 ] \n\nEdit: Crap.\n "
},
{
"author": "Sir *TIM!!!!!!*",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\nIf I used an acton point, there's no way I could fail the save because three 1's+22=25.\n\nWith James at full health from the Heal and his 15 DR, that takes him within 5 HP of living.\n\n*twitch*\n "
}
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"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 25: Drathe and Kepesjhank vs. Rusty and Pin \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Drathe - Slash_712 \n Kepeskjhank - Corsair420 \n Rusty - KCiemir \n Pin - Paladin Latham \n All Combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "Initiative (1d20+3)[ 20 ] \n\nI am totally willing to take on the other team alone.\n\nDo not disqualify me if KC does not post."
},
{
"author": "Slash_712",
"message": "I'll try alone if no one else posts.\n Initiative - (1d20+5)[ 20 ] "
},
{
"author": "KCiemir",
"message": "I'm here. I don't know about anyone else, but these forums have been awful for me lately. I mean, a snail's pace on a good day! most of the time, the connection just times out.🫤\n\nAnyway, initiative (1d20-4)[ 0 ] "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "Slash, are you still willing to take on two people? If so you should take you first move when we hit the 3-day mark.\n\nOn a side-note: Why haven't you fixed your character sheet in the first page of the waiting room? Its been there for a while."
},
{
"author": "KCiemir",
"message": "I'm still here. Just to let you all know. 😩"
},
{
"author": "Slash_712",
"message": "I really don't think I can take on two people. So if you guys want to go ahead and win, I can't do much."
},
{
"author": "Corsair420",
"message": "I guess I'm to late, sorry bout that i got super busy the last week and haven't been able to post anything.\n\nIf I'm not to late let me know and I'll post my init when i get off work tonight"
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "Corsair, roll initiative. Slash, do something. Its a miracle a ref hasn't called this match yet but I want to fight. So DO SOMETHING!!!\n\nAAARRRRRGGHGHHH!!! 😡"
},
{
"author": "Corsair420",
"message": "Rolling: (1d20+2)[ 16 ] "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "Slash has yet to post and thus I feel he is disqualified. I will take my turn, then you, then KC. Anyone who does not post in time will forfeit the match and thus we can continue or end as appropriate.\n\n Pin round 1: \n\nPin starts in Y13 (with a grappling hook in hand that I forgot to put on my sheet after the last fight), then vanishes from sight. Then you see a grappling hook with a rope attatched appear and grapple the glass pane at U/V 11\n\nfor refs:\n \n Spoiler \nPin moves up to V11 Hiding and Moving Silently, then throws a grappling hook up to the roof of the glass box at U/V11.\n\nHide (1d20+7)[ 12 ] \nMove Silently (1d20+7)[ 21 ] \nUse Rope (1d20+5)[ 12 ] (has +2 from a silk rope)\n\nEdit: heh, thats not good. At least it'll be enough for me to climb for a round or two and not die. Maybe.\n \n\n\nStats(for refs):\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 8\n AC: 16, Touch: 15, FF: 11\n Saves: Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +5\n Current Location: V11 \n \n "
},
{
"author": "Corsair420",
"message": "nvm i saw your post and totally brain farted waiting for him so i'll just go"
},
{
"author": "Corsair420",
"message": "I'll strat in a14 and move down to A20 and end ym turn"
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "Its likely it'll be just you and me. I'll wait a day for KC but after that I'll just go it alone... ☹️"
},
{
"author": "Corsair420",
"message": "i'm fine turning it into a 1v1 if you want"
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Pin round 2: \n\n1v1 it is. I made a mistake last round, it seems that you saw a grappling hook go up and then fall back to the ground. Dammit.\n\nFor Refs:\n \n Spoiler \nPin again Hides and Moves Silently to V20 as a double move action\n\nHide (1d20+7)[ 9 ] \nMove Silently (1d20+7)[ 17 ] \n \n\nStats(for refs):\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 8\n AC: 16, Touch: 15, FF: 11\n Saves: Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +5\n Current Location: V20 \n \n \n\n\nYour turn. You might want a LoS check."
},
{
"author": "Corsair420",
"message": "looks like we have LoS but not LoE do i'll move from A20 to A26. also i'll prepare a readied action. Your move\n\nfor Refs: \n Spoiler \n Readied action to cast magic missle when i gain LoE\n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Pin round 3: \n\nEven though we have LoS through the glass, we have concealment, thus I was hiding. But whats the point? You see Pin double move from V20 to O20 with Javelin in hand.\n\nStats(for refs):\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 8\n AC: 16, Touch: 15, FF: 11\n Saves: Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +5\n Current Location: O20 \n \n "
},
{
"author": "Corsair420",
"message": "maintaining my ready action\n\nFor ref:\n \n Spoiler \nMM on LoE\n \n\n\nyour turn"
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Pin round 4: \n\nPin moves to G20, drawing a second javelin, and throws one at the glass wall at F20.\n\nJavelin Attack! (1d20+3)[ 9 ] vs. AC5 (I think)\nWill automatically break the glass if it hits\n\nStats(for refs):\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 8\n AC: 16, Touch: 15, FF: 11\n Saves: Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +5\n Current Location: G20 \n \n \n\n\nEdit: I of course meant the glass wall closest to the left side of the map. Not the pane facing the bottom."
},
{
"author": "Corsair420",
"message": "thats odd, i subscribed but it didn't send me an email, sorry, i'm maintaining my same readied action\n\n\nRefs:\n \n Spoiler \nMagic missle upon LoE\n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Pin round 5: \n\nPin moves to B25 and attempts to touch you!\n\nTouch Attack! (1d20+3)[ 11 ] \n\nThen she tries to hug you!\n\nOpposes Grapple! (1d20+7)[ 26 ] \nIf I grapple you: (2d6+3)[ 12 ] damage\n\nStats(for refs):\n \n Spoiler \n\n Vital Statistics: \n HP: 8\n AC: 16, Touch: 15, FF: 11\n Saves: Fort +3, Ref +4, Will +5\n Current Location: B25 \n \n \n\n\nEdit: Aw nuts..."
},
{
"author": "Corsair420",
"message": "need ref check for my readied actions"
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "Couldn't you just do it? Its not like we can't go back and check whether you really set it up or not."
},
{
"author": "Corsair420",
"message": "ok then, my readied action was to cast Magic missile once I gained LoE but i'm not sure where it was gained\n\nDmg: (1d4+4)[ 6 ] "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "It was at E20.\n\nYour turn again."
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "EDIT: Ninja'ed ¬¬, that is what I get for leaving the IE open for so long."
},
{
"author": "Corsair420",
"message": "another MM\n (1d4+4)[ 5 ] \n\nI think thats it?"
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "Except for an attack of opportunity against a guy who didn't cast defensively.\n\nTouch Attack! (1d20+3)[ 22 ] \n\nIf I touch then opposed Grapple\n\nGrapple (1d20+7)[ 17 ] \nIf I get a hold of you (2d6+3)[ 11 ] damage\n\nEdit: So beat my opposed grapple or die in other words."
},
{
"author": "Corsair420",
"message": "*deep breath* i'm putting my fate in a single Raw roll... here we go\n\n (1d20)[ 7 ] \n\nthis board hates me, it always gives me the good rolls when its unimportant\n\n\nEdit: how are you dealing dmg to me exactally?"
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "A character has the option to deal unarmed damage as part of a grapple. A monk can deal lethal unarmed damage (in this case 1d6 plus strength) and I'm a Spiker (with natural 'spiked armor') that deals an additional 1d6 in a grapple. You should have seen what would have happened if I actually Pinned you."
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": " Ref Morbius \n Pin is declared the winner and recieves his prize "
}
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{
"author": "Gyorn Hrathen",
"message": " 597 CY, Midsummer's Eve \n Twenty-seven years ago, the great wizard Mordenkainen and his closest allies infiltrated the famed Castle Greyhawk and there let loose the enraged demigod Iuz, intending to destroy him, instead causing the loss of many lives. Iuz the Evil escaped... and now evil returns to the environs of the fabled Free City of the Flanaess... Greyhawk itself. \n\nMany famed heroes have met on the road (whether physical or proverbial) to Greyhawk. You six are no different. The River Road, with the Selintan River gorge on its left, has been your lonesome route, and finally something comes into view...\n\nAbout a hundred yards ahead squats a weather-beaten settlement of a dozen shanties or so, surrounding a crossroads where the River Road banks west across the Selintan via Zagig's Bridge. At the edge of the road, in amongst the shacks, a statue of a massive stone figure stands and points its stone sword across Zagig's Bridge. Two merchant wagons crowd the center of the crossroads, their forms broken and their contents strewn about the road amongst a handful of humanoid corpses of unrecognizable race, as well as four or five dead horses.\n\nAbout half a dozen brutish humanoid figures in leather, wielding hand-axes, pick through the strewn loot while several more seem to be going form hovel to hovel, terrorizing those inside, if the screams are at all apparent. Finally, a cloaked, brooding humanoid sits atop a giant draconic beast atop the bridge's framework, and directs the brutish raiders in their less than benign activities. Considerable violence has clearly been wrought here... you arrive just in time for the grizzly aftermath.\n\nHow do you proceed?\n\n((OOC: Alright guys, perfect illumination, as it's the middle of a summer day. The river road is about 40 ft wide at any given point. The bridge is about 70 feet into the settlement on the left and is 60 feet wide. The settlement continues for about another 95 feet after the bridge's crossroads. The looters haven't taken notice of you yet, but it's only a matter of time before they do. I'll give you one round to prepare and another round for a surprise round. Barring this, you could take two rounds to prepare and start combat with normal initiative rolls. In your first posts I'd like initiative rolls and any other rolls you'd like to make given the above scenario.\n\n Statue: The statue of Boccob stands in the middle of the settlement, with its pointing sword, on the left side of the river road, pointing down the bridge across from it. It stands on a 20 foot pedestal that offers a fine view of the battlefield.))"
},
{
"author": "Karaswanton",
"message": " Kiran, NG Radiant Servant of Al'Asran \n Looks like a raiding band caught up to a merchant caravan. I think we should prevent such a monstrosity from happening again, and give the victims a decent burial.\n \n Initiative 10, Hide check 11 \nMove towards the enemy 30 feet while withdrawing my longbow and making a hide check. Next, I cast Greater Magic Weapon on my longbow.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nI call DarkOrange for my speech color. Also, I vote everyone precede there post by name, class and alignment in bold. It makes things easier to keep track of. Also, Gyron--are my HP re-rolls from the Recruiting thread alright?\n\nAlso, I have the Divine Ward feat, and can use it on the whole party by using 5 turn attempts (of 10) and fifty minutes. It enables me to use touch spells (like Cure) on the party at a close range instead of touch. I'm going to end every day by doing this. That way if we run into a whole bunch of undead I won't be out of turns.\n\nEDIT: Missed the bit about two rounds, and I forgot to have spells prepared. I will do that ASAP!\n "
},
{
"author": "Zed's Dead",
"message": " Ulric Gan-Tai, CG Ranger1/Barbarian 7 \n \n This is trouble, sure. Look to the mounted man on the bridge. I'll try to get close enough to hit him solid. You ready, Nisheet? \n\nWithout waiting for an answer, Ulric crouches low and lopes toward the villiage, looking for cover and keeping an eye on the savage humanoids in the villiage. As he moves (80 feet, double move), he unslings his bow and nocks an arrow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n(( initiative roll 20\n\n Hide roll 21 (forgot armor check)\n \n \n Spoiler \n))\n \n\n\n__________________________\n \n Spoiler \nI'll take bright blue as my color. Here's the final version of Ulric .\n "
},
{
"author": "Valdin",
"message": " Indeed. Cut off the head and the body usually dies. Mopping up the rabble shouldn't take long if we can silence the leader. You go for the frontal assault, I will slip behind him and take advantage of your distraction to hamstring him. \n \n Spoiler \n\nI follow Ulric. Double move, 60 feet, and summon a mundane dagger (swift action)\n\nInit 6\n http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showp...5&postcount=17 \n\nHide 24\n http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showp...3&postcount=18 \n "
},
{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": " Geirhart-Cleric/Ordained Champion of Hextor \n\nGeirhart smiles with sincere delight as he sees battle ahead. It has been a boring few weeks for him, since he has not been part of any epic war battles. But a skirmish is a great way to keep his skills up and to honor Hextor's will.\n\n \"Well let's have at it then. This will be fun,\" he calls to his companions as he draws his flail while approaching the scene of battle. Although he does not know what group is in the right, fighting the obvious agressor will be a welcome challenge.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Initiative 20 \n "
},
{
"author": "MrBojangles",
"message": "The Grey Mage watched his companions run off, each seeking to play the part he loved.\n\n Everytime they do this. he muttered to himself.\n\nEfellon drew back his grey hood and looked at the last of his fellows. The githzerai had always been something of an enigma to him\n\n You should probably go save the villagers, Lisan. he said with just the hint of annoyance as he watched his comrades.\n\n I doubt the Hextorite would be happy if one of those beasts decided to take a pot shot at him from inside a house. \n\nEfellon then waved his hand in a small, concise motion and muttered a single word. Contego. From his hand emitted a small ball of light that grew and flattened itself into a circular blue disc that began to circle about him protectively. He then moved forward to back up his clerical companion while keeping an eye out for any other threats to his well being.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Initiative 23 \n\nCast Shield (AC 24) and move forward 20 feet.\n "
},
{
"author": "Doberler",
"message": "As everyone spreads out to do their respective jobs, Lisin merely watches. When Efellon recommends him taking leave to deal with the people inside, he turns to the man and speaks with a sigh.\n\n Yes... I suppose I should be the one to mop up the stragglers. Gods know I'm not a fan of an arrow in my back. \n\nWith that he sets off to the nearest house drawing his weapon and, sneaking as best he can, gets to the door and peers in.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove toward the nearest house, double move if needed. Weapon Drawn.\n Initiative = 15\nHide = 7\nSpot = 0 \n "
},
{
"author": "MrBojangles",
"message": " Efellon, Wizard \n\nEfellon caught up to the Hextorite, eyeing the group of creatures, trying to figure out what they were. Of course, they were a little too far away though. He fell into line next to his companion, leaning on his worn staff slightly, and looked over at him as they continued along.\n\n I don't suppose you have a plan of attack besides 'run in and kill them all' do you? \n \n Spoiler \nMove forward to space next to the Geirhart. Try to identify the creatures with Knowledge checks\n "
},
{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": " Geirhart, Ordained Champion of Hextor \n \"Is there any other way to fight?\" he asks his companion."
},
{
"author": "Karaswanton",
"message": " Kiran \n\nKiran takes a double-move action (40 feet, move speed is 20, whoops.) and\n Hide check 14 \n\nTo himself:\n I hope everyone is getting into position alright, it looks like the situation could turn aggressive at any moment. All's the better for these scum. "
},
{
"author": "Zed's Dead",
"message": "Ulric glances back as he nears the first shack. They'll have to hurry if they want a taste of battle, he whispers under his breath.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+15)[ 19 ] general listen check\n "
},
{
"author": "Gyorn Hrathen",
"message": "((OOC: Sorry guys, should have cleared up the distance thing. You actually see the settlement first at 100 yards, but the two free rounds begin 15 feet from the edge of the settlement, 60 feet from the first orcs who seem to be rooting about the midle of the road and about 40 feet form the nearest hut with the two orcs. I'll interpret actions based on this.))\n\nUlric is able to move 80 feet into the village, hiding amongst wreckage and then managing to hide behind the corner of a shanty. The leader and his wyvern sit about 50 feet away on the far pillar of the bridge. 15 feet into the street away from Ulric is one of the orcs. 20 and 35 feet respectively towards the leader stand two orcs at the edge of the bridge, kicking through wreckage for signs of life. He hears yet another scream from across the street (opposite the bridge) and it is easily assumed that yet another orc is attacking this hovel's inhabitants.\n\nNisheet is 20 feet behind the elf, crouching in front of a larger hovel. From inside there are sounds of a small group of people being attacked by two orcs.\n\nKiran, Geirhart and Efellon advance to within moving distance of the first two orcs in the center of the street. The brutes perk up at their approach and ready their throwing axes. The mage is able to ken the nature of the orcs: they do not hail from the direct area, but are instead from the north - likely the Bandit Kingdoms or neighboring countries. Kiran, advancing with his fellows, becomes accutely aware of the orcs' awareness... there is no sense in hiding at this point.\n\nNisin advances, making it to the door of the hut that Nisheet crouches by. He too is able to hear what goes on inside, but is only able to see several armed shapes moving frantically around in the darkness.\n\n((OOC:\n\n Initiative order: \nEfellin\nOrc raider2\nUlric\nGeirhart\nOrc raider3\nOrc raider8\nOrc raider1\nOrc raider7\nLisin\nOrc raider5\nOrc raider4\nWyvern\nOrc raider6\nKiran\nNisheet\nOrc leader\n\nSuprise rounds are over. The two orcs in the center of the street are aware of the clerics and the mage who stand 30 feet (clerics) and 35 feet (Efellon) away. Another orc stands 40 feet behind these two also in the center of the street. Two orcs terrorize the hut that Nisheet and Lisin crouch by. The door is slightly ajar. Two more orcs stand near the bridge and are not yet aware of the party's presence. The leader on his wyvern doesn't betray whether or not he sees what goes on from behind his cloaked head, but his mount begins to sniff the air frantically.))"
},
{
"author": "Grymmheart",
"message": " Geirhart, Ordained Champion of Hextor \n\nGeihart smiles at the prospect of battle, realizing that he can't close with the nearest orc without charging, he decides to take the slow and easy approach. Gaining a firm grip on his weapon, he begins to advance only to be interupted by a flash of fire from his arcane weilding companion.\n 'Bah, he's taking the fun out of melee combat again,' he thinks to himself before calling to the remaining orcs.\n\n \"Where is your leader, you foul beasts? By Hextor's will if he thinks he can bring war upon this land, then he must show Hextor that he has the strength to uphold that right.\" \n \n Spoiler \n Just going to double move to the nearest orc. If it moves before me and is in melee range by my 20' move I will attack. Rolls just in case\n\n att - (1d20+13)[ 26 ] \n critconfirm - (1d20+13)[ 31 ] \n dmg - (1d10+7)[ 15 ] Forgot, will make rolls in roll thread if needed.\n \n\nOriginal post\n \n Spoiler \n\nGeihart smiles at the prospect of battle, realizing that he can't close with the nearest orc without charging, he decides to take the slow and easy approach. Gaining a firm grip on his weapon, he continues to advance, calling out to the orcs within sight.\n\n \"Where is your leader, you foul beasts? By Hextor's will if he thinks he can bring war upon this land, then he must show Hextor that he has the strength to uphold that right.\" Realizing that the stupid orcs probably do not understand his statement, he does not wait for an answer.\n "
},
{
"author": "Zed's Dead",
"message": "Ulric Takes careful aim and launches an arrow at the mounted, cloaked figure atop the bridge.\n\n Let it come down, murderer! This day, you die! \n\nBefore the arrow has reached its mark, he lets another fly.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+13)[ 17 ] (1st attack) (1d8+1)[ 8 ] (damage)\n (1d20+8)[ 20 ] (2nd attack) (1d8+1)[ 5 ] (damage)\n "
},
{
"author": "MrBojangles",
"message": " Efellon, Wizard \n\nThe Grey Mage watched the group of orcs about ready to charge in and hack them to pieces. With a wearied sigh at the creatures he wondered at the stupidity in the world for a brief moment.\n\nEfellon thought for a bit on how to strike the fear of himself and God into these creatures. Perhaps something subtle and frightening.......bah. Their was a time for subtle and finesse and their was a time for a giant club in the face.\n\nThe elf pulled from the many pockets hidden in his robes, a bit of sulfur and bat guano. Weaving his hands together in a complex, but well known formula, he whispered a few words.\n\n Erado Ignis \n\nThe pinch of sulfur came alight in his hands and encircled the ball of bat guano. The whole thing began to burn with a focused intense flame and with a smirk, Efellon loosed the ball from his hand. Guiding it carefully into the group of orcs before them.\n\nTheir was a massive flash and a roaring explosion as the world before the the Grey Mage and the Hextorite was engulfed in the trademark spell of any wizard worth his salt.\n\n I hate orcs. he muttered.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove action to pull out spell components. Standard action Fireball (woot!!).\n\n (8d6)[29] \nReflex Save DC ....crap, i can't access my character sheet at the moment but i think it was 20. Some one check for me please😁\n "
},
{
"author": "Doberler",
"message": "Lisin hears the screams and commotion going on inside the hut and decides at that point to throw caution to the wind. He opens the door and rushes in, attacking the nearest raider he can get his sword into.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack Roll = 30 \n Critical Threat Confirmation = 25 \n Damage = 9 regular + 7 from crit. \n\nDon't have my books with me and I can't remember if Insightful Strike stacks with a crit. If it does.. add an extra 3\n "
},
{
"author": "Valdin",
"message": "Nisheet scans the battlefield and decides the time to announce his presence has not yet arrived.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Hold action until after the leader goes. If he comes down off his post to attack Ulric, move to set up flank with Ulric. Attack if it wasn't a double move. If leader does not come down to the ground, sneak to the opening of the hut across the street from the bridge, and fling a dagger into some orc's back.\n\n http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showp...3&postcount=15 \n "
},
{
"author": "Karaswanton",
"message": " Kiran \n\nKiran fires an arrow at the nearest orc.\nTo hit: (1d20+9)[ 19 ] \nDamage: (1d8+3)[ 8 ] "
}
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{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 24: BlueMoon vs. Kaldar \n Map: \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 600 XP\n GP Award: 1600 GP for 1st, 500GP for 2nd\n\n Bronz - BlueMoon \n Bigmac - Kaldar \n All Combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Alright, maybe I won't make really stupid mistakes this time.\nPurchase: Potion of prot vs. evil and prot. vs. chaos."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Forgot initiative. Also forgot about Martial script purchase."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "I'm still thinking on how to beat your monster this time. But I'll go ahead and roll initiative. I'm leaning towards buying a scroll of owl's wisdom.\n\n initiative - (1d20+5)[ 12 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Stupid forum timer and me forgetting about it...\n init - (1d20-3)[ 4 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Lemme know when your done buying stuff. Honestly, I'm stumped about how to get around your Mad Foam Rager and super duper movement. But I'll give it the good 'ol college try. Oh yeah, I know I am going to buy a masterwork tool for concentration in addition to anything else I buy. I can't access my sheet right now, so I can't really update it."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "I believe I am done buying stuff. And you gotta love how some sort of tool can help you concentrate. I imagine bringing along a mini-waterfall, to soothe yourself into meditation heh.\n\nFeel free to make a post with your equipment. I'm not worried about you trying to cheat me because your sheet isn't updated. As long as you know your stats everything is good (or I can tell them to you)"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "What Martial Script did you purchase? Punsishing Stance again?"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Indeed it was. Though I really should look at my options there heh.\n\nNo matter, punishing stance it is and that's that."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "OK, While I can search for another 4 hours or so to try and find some cheeseball tactic, I think I may just have to suck it up and try to win this one honestly. So in total, I'm buying a scroll of Owl's Wisdom, a potion of Beastland Feriocity, a masterwork concentration tool (Badass Chuck Norris headband thank you very much), and a scroll of faith healing. Oh yeah, and a kitchen sink too. 😁\n\nKaldar starts in Z13 with a tower shield (loosed, not ready) and a scroll in one hand nothing in the other. He casts a spell\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasing Owl's Wisdom off the scroll\n casterlvlcheck - (1d20+2)[ 12 ] vs DC 4\n \n\n\nHe then drops the scroll on the ground and moves to Z11\n\nEnd Turn\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 14\nAC 17\nEffects: Travel Devotion 1/10, Owl's Wisdom 1/30\nLocation: Z11\n\nMemorized Spells\n \n Spoiler \n\n0: Virtue, Guidance, Create Water x2\n1: Incite, Impede, Sanctuary, (Rhino's Rush)\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " BlueMoon - round 1\n\n-Nice touch with the Beastland Ferocity. I actually had to look that up.\n\nStart: Start off with a potion in one hand and script in the other. in B13.\n\nSwift: Read and activate script.\nStandard: Drink Potion\nMove: Move to L12 while drawing Guirasame\n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 27\nAC: 16 (20 vs. Evil)\nCurrent Buffs: Prot. vs. Evil 1/10, Punishing Stance */*\nCurrent Location: L12\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Kaldar moves to S14 while readying his shield. He then casts a 10ft burst spell at the intersection of M/N 11/12.\n\nWill Save DC16 or:\n \n Spoiler \n be unable to ready or delay actions for 2 minutes\n \n\n\nEnd of Turn\n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 14\nAC 21\nEffects: Travel Devotion 2/10, Owl's Wisdom 2/30, Ready Action (see below)\nLocation: S14\n\nReady Action\n \n Spoiler \n\nReady an action to use my tower shield for cover from BlueMoon if 1) he attacks me in any way. 2) If he is within 15ft and does not continue to move or attack me.\n \n\n\nMemorized Spells\n \n Spoiler \n\n0: Virtue, Guidance, Create Water x2\n1: Incite , Impede, Sanctuary, (Rhino's Rush)\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Question:\nDoes the effect fit the following;\n\n Second, the barrier blocks any attempt to possess the warded creature (by a magic jar attack, for example) or to exercise mental control over the creature (including enchantment (charm) effects and enchantment (compulsion) effects that grant the caster ongoing control over the subject, such as dominate person). The protection does not prevent such effects from targeting the protected creature, but it suppresses the effect for the duration of the protection from evil effect. If the protection from evil effect ends before the effect granting mental control does, the would-be controller would then be able to mentally command the controlled creature. Likewise, the barrier keeps out a possessing life force but does not expel one if it is in place before the spell is cast. This second effect works regardless of alignment. \n\nI'll decide what to do after I get the answer to the above."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Well, I'm not sure if you would konw that without a spellcraft check but here's the answer if you can discern it somehow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe spell is an enchantment compulsion effect.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "If that is the case, BlueMoon seems to totally ignore the effect like it wasn't even there.\n\nFeel free to check this spoiler if you need an explanation. Or ask a ref to check. Up to you.\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe text quoted is directly out of the SRD for protection from evil. It grants immunity to mind control and possession effects regardless of alignment. BlueMoon drank this potion last round, as he should have last match.\n \n\n\nWill post actions momentarily.\n\nEdit: Yay for brackets!"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "The spell only delays the effect till the potion runs out. My spell (cast at lvl 2) should outlats a prot. from evil potion. Still need to make a will save. Not sure if you make that save now or later though."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Will save for later: will - (1d20-1)[ 9 ] \nI fail with or without rage so not worried about it."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " BlueMoon - round 2\n\nFree: Rage and shift\nSwift: Activate QuickFrost and QuickFlame Capsules.\nMove: Move to Q14\nStandard: Steely Strike\n\n attack - (1d20+13)[ 32 ] \n[roll=dmg]2d4+9\n punishing stance - (1d6)[ 2 ] \n frost - (1d6)[ 1 ] \n flame - (1d6)[ 6 ] \n\n\n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 27\nAC: 14 (18 vs. Evil)\nCurrent Buffs: Prot. vs. Evil 2/10, Punishing Stance */*, Debuff 2/20\nCurrent Location: Q14\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Screwed up the damage\n dmg - (2d4+9)[ 14 ] \n\nEdit: 23 points of damage. I don't believe you drank your potion so that should be all 😉"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Well it would, except your attack triggerd my ready action. The spell I cast was incite, which is cast as a swift action, allowing me to be able to ready an action. Since we decided last match that ready actions were not observable events, I put it in my status spoiler.\n\nMy ready action, triggered when you attack, is to use my tower shield for full cover. Your halbered smacks mightily into my shield and I am first to act at the top of round 3.\n\nRound 3\n\nKaldar will cast a spell defensivly.\n\n \n Spoiler \ncasting sanctuary\n \n\n concentration - (1d20+9)[ 25 ] vs DC16\n\nHe then moves to U3 as a move + swift action.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 14\nAC 21\nEffects: Travel Devotion 3/10, Owl's Wisdom 3/30\nLocation: U3\n\nMemorized Spells\n \n Spoiler \n\n0: Virtue, Guidance, Create Water x2\n1: Incite , Impede, Sanctuary , (Rhino's Rush)\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Bravo in using the typical forum way of doing things to your advantage. If I would have known a) the spell was incite or b) the typical format was used the action would have obviously been very different.\n\nVery nice."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Probably not going to make much differnce in the final outcome, but hey, at least I am trying."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " BlueMoon - round 3\n\nSwift: Jump to N11 using Sudden Leap (auto success)\nFull Round Action: Charge! to T5\n\n attack - (1d20+11)[ 24 ] \n dmg - (2d4+9)[ 14 ] \n p. stance - (1d6)[ 6 ] \n\nNotes: A charge is a full round action where you must have LoS to your target prior to the action. We have LoS thanks to the glass walls, just not LoE.\n\n\n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 27\nAC: 15 (18 vs. Evil)\nCurrent Buffs: Prot. vs. Evil 3/10, Punishing Stance */*, Debuff 3/20, Rage 2/8, Shifted 2/8\nCurrent Location: Q14\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Well, please make a will save DC 16 to overcome my sanctuary (abjuration) effect. If so, I think you finished me off."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "*sigh* You just keep coming up with ways to thwart me!\n\n will - (1d20+1)[ 14 ] DC16\n\nEdit: So close. Now you have a free round.\nEdit2: Saved by Owl's Wisdom. Turns out to be a good investment heh."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Well, seing as how spells are pretty integral to being a cleric, I figured that I should use them.\n\nKaldar moves to X8 as a move action. He draws a potion as a free action while moving. He drinks the potion at X8 as a standard action, drops the potion as a free action, and then moves to X16 as a swift action. He draws his morningstar as a free aciton as he moves.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 14\nAC 21\nEffects: Travel Devotion 4/10, Owl's Wisdom 4/30, Beastland Ferocity 1/10\nLocation: X16\n\nNo changes in spells\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Double move to X15.\n\nNow that you have had me get rid of all my melee advantages it comes down to rolls it seems eh?\n\nI hope I don't lose in melee to a cleric again. It has happened before! (in my other loss)\n\nStats later."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "I'd love to duke it out, but just not yet.\n\nKaldar uses his tower shield for cover to the west and double moves (move + swift) to P24.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 14\nAC 21\nEffects: Travel Devotion 5/10, Owl's Wisdom 5/30, Beastland Ferocity 2/10\nLocation: P24\n\nNo changes in spells\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " BlueMoon - round 5\n\nMove to O20 and swing my guirasame around a bit.\n \n Spoiler \n\nUse a swift action and standard action to regain maneuvers spent.\n \n\n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 27\nAC: 15 (18 vs. Evil)\nCurrent Buffs: Prot. vs. Evil 5/10, Punishing Stance */*, Debuff 5/20, Rage 4/8, Shifted 4/8\nCurrent Location: O20\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Move to C21.\n\nend of turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 14\nAC 21\nEffects: Travel Devotion 6/10, Owl's Wisdom 6/30, Beastland Ferocity 3/10, Ready Action\n\nLocation: C21\n\nNo changes in spells\n\nready action\n \n Spoiler \n\nReady an action to move if BlueMoon starts to get closer than 20ft away.\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " BlueMoon - round 6\n\nMove to C23. Waiting to see if you react to the move.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 27\nAC: 15 (18 vs. Evil)\nCurrent Buffs: Prot. vs. Evil 6/10, Punishing Stance */*, Debuff 6/20, Rage 5/8, Shifted 5/8\nCurrent Location: C23\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "What path did you take to get there?"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Well yeah, now that I'm counting it out again all I get to is C24 (70'). I'm not sure if I counted a wrong starting square or not.\n\nIn any case: O20>K20>F24>C24\n\nSorry for the miscount (glad you caught it really)\n\nEdit: Garbage out."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "When you move through F24, my ready action triggers, and you could respond anyway. I just wanted to know when it triggered, thus why the path was important.\n\nKaldar will move to D13.\n\nYou can finish your actions now."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Finish move to D14.\n\nEnd turn."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Kaldar stays where he is. (No point in trying to outrun you).\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP 14\nAC 21\nEffects: Travel Devotion 6/10, Owl's Wisdom 6/30, Beastland Ferocity 3/10, Ready Action\n\nLocation: C21\n\nNo changes in spells\n\nReady Action\n \n Spoiler \nReady a 5ft step and an attack that triggers if BlueMoon Attacks me.\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "That might be true, but he can dance/shield up to his heart's content. I need to find a way around that shield or you moving on attack before I start just swinging away and hitting air (or shield)\n\nI've always hated that a readied action goes off just before an action that triggers it but you can't change that action at all in reaction.\n\nPost in a bit."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Tell me about it. Try fighting Blaize, who can abrupt jaunt away as an imedeate action before your attack can connect. Doesn't even have to ready anything. Although I did figure a way around that, but I'm not telling."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Immediate actions are easy to overcome. Well, as long as you have 300gp to spend anyway. Or multiple ranged attacks.\n\nAh well. I'll gamble.\n\n BlueMoon - round 7\nI attack...with my armor!\n\n attack - (1d20+7)[ 23 ] \n dmg - (2d6+6)[ 13 ] \n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 27\nAC: 17 (19 vs. Evil)\nCurrent Buffs: Prot. vs. Evil 7/10, Punishing Stance */*, Debuff 7/20, Rage 6/8, Shifted 6/8\nCurrent Location: C23\n\nSwift action to shift stances to hunter's sense (punishing stance still available for duration of encounter)\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Your gamble didn't pay off it seems. Your attack triggers my ready action to attack you.\n\n attack - (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \n damage - (1d8+4)[ 5 ] \n\nI then 5ft step out of the way of your armor attack to D12. You can now finish your actions for this turn."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "I take a 5' step back to D15.\n\nAnd I honestly don't see how this mechanic works. It turns every duel into \"who attacks first loses\". And I mean EVERY duel. Unless I had a freaking spiked chain or reach with a weapon without a deadspot.\n\nIn any case, I take 5 points of damage. Your turn."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Honestly, this is what I've been waiting for. I could try to play it smart and wait till you're fatuiged, but what the hell.\n\nKaldar drops his morningstar as a free action (thanks to Mavian for ensuring I rememberd to do this), casts Rhino's Rush as a swift action, and then charges.\n\n attack - (1d20+5)[ 24 ] \n damage - (4d6+12)[ 30 ] \n\nPlease let me be a hero."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "And a hero you are. I would much rather get beat by a dice roll than anything else honestly. And you are one lucky sob that I decided to take punishing stance off and the end of just last round so that my AC was a bit better. If anything because of that this really can work.\n\nIn any case I need 25 points of dmg done. Let's see what happens!\n\nAoO from charge:\n aoo - (1d20+9)[ 12 ] \n dmg - (2d4+9)[ 13 ] \n\n-Mad Foam Rager (immediate action)\n\nMy turn: No swift actions left so I need to hope both hits hit and deal enough damage.\n\nBackup 5'.\n steely strike - (1d20+13)[ 24 ] \n dmg - (2d4+9)[ 14 ] "
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"author": "Bronz",
"message": "And that's game. At least in the end you got me by a die roll and not some forum or cheesy tactic. Kudos.\n\nIn 3 months we'll meet again in the level 3 tourney.\n\nAnd I was just about to make you choose to see me invis or ready an action *sigh* all well.\n\nCongrats."
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"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Whew. I noticed that you didn't have your punishing stance active when you attacked, so I figured it was about the same as waiting for the fatigue to set in. All that running around really wasn't about delaying untill the rage left, but rather to try and get a clean shot at you. You kept the pressure up on me so that this was the first chance I got.\n\nI knew I had to get lucky to beat you, and to win I had to beat you twice. That's why I found that moment of perfect mind thing and decided to use it first.\n\nAs far as how to get around the ready action thing, yeah, invisibility works well. As does incite. Well, most of the time anyway."
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"author": "Bronz",
"message": "I figured you were playing it smart and were trying to survive the clock, so I had to force something. I didn't quite realize you would charge right into my waiting guirasame but hey, it works heh.\n\nAgain good match. You essentially made me lose this match 4 times over, which is a damn hard thing to do."
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{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Ref Terran \n Kaldar beats a Moon twice and wins Round 24... "
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"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "Pain... The memory of pain. Images and recollections of the past flash through the darkness of the mind:\n Fires devouring the sere grasslands of a blighted land. A blackened ruin of a building that could have been home once but no longer. Thousands upon thousands of bodies piled in a valley where two armies met. A river running red with blood. A black cloud covering the sun while the dead walk against a city in the east. A commander of the militia frantically ordering retreat. Shadows and mists dancing among the lightning bolts as a tide of dark spirits overruns the gate. Moments of frantic fighting and chaos and death, swords cutting off heads and limbs left and right, claws tearing out throats and armored men falling dead at a single touch. Darkness. Bound hand and foot, carried away by four men in red cloaks. A dungeon, painted in red, hordes of mice and flocks of bats scurrying around, people screaming. A man burned alive in a pyre. A woman dangling upside-down, blood draining away from a wound in her neck. Darkness... \n\nSuddenly, the chaotic flow of images tangled so you can't recognise what is what ceases. You open your eyes and it is dark. It is pitch black, no trace of light at all, but somehow you can see in the darkness as if in a candle-lit room. You are in a tiny, windowless cell with rough stone walls and an old, rusty but thick iron door with a closed viewing hole. Apart from your sorry selves, dressed in the ragged remains of your old clothes no less, nothing is in the cold and empty room. Cold is the word. So cold you feel as if you're freezing to death, numbness already having settled in every muscle and every joint. Strange though-the air is stale and the stone walls slightly damp-you must be underground. Such places are supposed to be warmer than the open plains this time of the year. So why do you feel as if you stand in your shift, drenched in water and in the wind's path?\n\nFaint sounds can be heard from above and almost imperceptible vibrations shake the walls. You cannot be certain but they appear to be sounds of a furious but relatively small battle too far away to discern anything else-in fact, too far away for you to have heard it in the first place. But you have bigger problems than a faraway battle to worry about. You're in a prison or dungeon of sorts, in torn and bloodied clothing that looks nothing like your own and you're alone in a 10-foot square room with nothing else inside. Most important of all, you have no recollection of how you got here-the last thing you remember is hearing talk of an impending disaster in the town tavern. You try to remember what town, what tavern and you fail. Your memories are all jumbled, faded, names and faces barely recognisable. You have a headache the size of Chauntea's backside you're surprised you're still standing. First order of buisness would be to find where you are and find a way out...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nEach character starts in a different such cell. You have no equipment at all and no knowledge of what's going on and how you got there. You barely remember your own name and a vague recollection of important events in your lives though the memories of old are becoming clearer. The characters have no recollection of their being forcibly turned to undead (the last month is a blank in memory) and they don't know they're undead yet. Though seeing in the dark, sharper senses and a numbed sense of touch should give hints that something is seriously wrong.\n\nWhat does your character do now?\n "
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"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nNoj cries out in the abyssal blackness\n\"Marpha~!\" He cuts off and hunches over, his fingers seeking the dirty bandage muffling his mouth. Moving along, the tall man feels with leaden fingers around the side of his face and the top of his head. Bandage, bandage, and more bandage. Had he been injured? Captured? Why couldn't he remember ?\nLifting his hand once more slowly to his face, Noj grasps the edge of the bandages across his mouth and tugs gingerly on them. No pain, that was good...\n Crackle khhhht \nmoving his other hand quickly, Noj catches the small objects that fall from beneath the bandage as it he tears it away with a crackling noise. Peering closer in the strange otherworldly light, he peers at the two objects in his hand. They were lips. Reaching with trembling fingers in the clammy silence, he feels the smooth enamel of his teeth, drying in the damp air. Before he can scream, he feels his fingers pushed aside by something, and two new lips now cover his teeth once more.\n What's happened to me...? \n \"You're Dead.\" \nWith a crackle and rustling of bandages, Noj jumps to his feet, turning his head frantically from side to side as he looks for the source of the voice.\nIn the corner...he could almost imagine there was a shape to the darkness there. Suddenly, there were two yellow eyes, round and glowing in the darkness.\n \"Who are you?\" \nA crackle of straw like laughter, and the eyes fade away."
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{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n Where has all the colour gone? Where is the light coming from? \n\nSuzette looks all around her, taking in as much as she can of the ceiling, the walls, the door, the floor, and lastly, herself.\n\n My clothes are dripping. Is it water, or blood? Whatever it is, the smell makes me want to retch. I should get out of them, before I get sick. \n\nCarefully peeling off the many layers of cloth that used to make up her robes, Suzette is surprised at how light they are, especially since they're soaked. Nonetheless, it is a painfully slow process, as the rotting fabric sticks together like wet toilet paper.\n\n What has happened to my robes? These are made from thick, tightly woven linnen, almost impossible to cut through and now I can barely look at them without tearing them apart. We used to have contests to see how many monks could hang from a single band and I have never seen it rip before. What have I been lying in? \n\nNow that she has gotten rid of her clothes, she is at the same time relieved not to find any wounds and horrified at how pale she is, and at the foul smelling liquid that is seemingly oozing out of her pores.\n\n Yuck. I must have caught some rare disease. Yes, that's it. A fever would explain my addled memory, and why I feel so... numb. Perhaps we all caught it, and were found by people who didn't know the Senue rituals. If they thought I was dead, this might be a tomb of some sorts. I must get out of here. But first I should probably cover up again. In my current state I don't think I should worry too much about catching a cold. \n\nReluctantly, Suzette wraps herself up again as well as she can and then investigates her cell, methodically working her way from one end of the wall to the other, up and down, feeling the stone with her hands and moving her lips closer to the cracks to catch any slows of air.\n\n \n Spoiler \n spot - (1d20+15)[ 20 ](35) \nShe takes 20 on her search (no ranks, int modifier +3)\n climb - (1d20+20)[ 11 ](31) (in case she needs to climb the wall to get to the top)\n "
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"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": " Noj: \n\nNoj is horrified to find the hands holding the bandages are blackened, decrepid and dry though moving with as much speed as he ever had in life. These weren't his hands! They couldn't be! He feels an itch in his mouth and letting the broken-off mummified lips fall, he slowly raises a blackened hand. Over his teeth there are lips again. They feel dry and age-worn but they are as supple as they ever were in life. Moving his hand, he finds a hole in the flesh at the other side, a hole closing rapidly within moments as the flesh regrows. He looks at his hands again. Burned off and ruined pieces of flesh begin to fall off and a similarly blackened and dry flesh regrows but one that is as hard as iron and not brittle at all. The cold sensation recedes until it is only a tiny reminder in the back of his mind and new strength flows through his limbs. Ashes and tiny pieces of rotting skin fall off his bandages as he moves, as his body adapts to the new state.\n\n Suzette: \n\nAs Suzette focuses on searching the room, the crippling cold diminishes and her moves become faster, stronger. Her muscles seem to flex on their own accord, her skin growing even paler, almost completely while. Disregarding these changes to continue her search, she finds that her cell is truly empty and that the rusty iron door must be at least an inch thick, maybe even three inches thick. But the iron is rusty and old-perhaps she could find a weak spot in the lock or strike at heakened hinges. If only she knew something of a thief's art the old door might be easy to open.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nUndead Fast healing kicks in, slowly healing every bruise and wound and cut or other damage you had due to your capture and transformation ritual. Noj's flesh wouldn't peel that easily after fully regenerating-his damage reduction 10 equals the hardness of steel (also 10) in protecting against physical harm. Even if someone tried to gouge out his eyes it would be like hitting an iron statue.\n "
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"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nEncouraged by her returning strength, Suzette pummels the door, aiming for any visibly weaker parts (lock, hinges, rusty patches). When her hands get sore, she takes a short break and does some ritual moves to stretch her muscles until she feels ready again.\n\n I am less ill than I thought. Rest rusts; I was probably stiff from lying immobile for so long. Squatting by the side of the road is good for mushrooms, but I must keep moving, keep the blood flowing. My only way forward seems to be through this door, so through the door I shall go. \n \n Spoiler \n heal - (1d20+5)[ 11 ](16) An untrained heal check to see if she notices that her blood isn't really flowing anywhere anymore.\nI'm not rolling for attack and damage, she just keeps hitting, even if it is to no avail.\n "
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"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": " Suzette \n\nSuzette strikes at a rusty part in the door and her fist makes the three-inch iron bend as if it was just a thick piece of clay, sinking fully half an inch into it. Pieces of rust fall off and the high-pitched screetch of iron grating on iron accompanies the gong-like sound of the blow. Suzette falls back a step, really susrprised. Against such a door, she should't be able to do more than a few scratches, even if the door was rusty. Either the door looks like iron but is not-unlikely-or Suzette is several times stronger than she used to be. Looking at her deathly pale hand she tries to grasp how her slim human arm could ever perform such a feat of strength, she realises that there is no pulse in it. Her arm simply follows her will-but there is a great deal more than muscles moving it.\n\n\n Noj \n\nNoj hears a gong or something similar pounding once from somewhere nearby-possibly no more than a couple dozen feet-and metal grating on metal...\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nA strength increase by 10 points in DnD means four times as much actual strength (lifting capacity). The standard human strength is 10. Suzette having a strength of 25 means she's as strong as eight normal men, thus the description.\n "
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"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n Wait, what? \n\nSuzette checks her pulse again. Then she looks for the arteries in her neck. Still nothing.\n\n No wonder they left me for dead. Even I could swear I have no pulse. Yet here I am, stronger than ever before, my Ki fuelling my muscles where my body cannot. This can mean only one thing: it is not my destiny to succumb to this disease, my journey is not over yet. \n\nShe looks back at the dent she made in the door.\n\n This may have seemed a dead end at first, but clearly, it is not! \n\nWith that, she attacks the door with renewed conviction until it gives way."
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"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " \"Jail Again\" Oathbreaker says to himself reflectively, though why he says it he can't remember. Pulling himself up from his troubled rest he moves to the door \"Funny, I think this is the part where the hangover is supposed to keel me over\" he thinks aloud. Moving to the cell door he calls out \"Hey jailer! There's someone dying in here! Bring help hurry!\" . (Heh, dying of hunger more like it) he cackles softly to himself, somehow getting a familiar thrill from telling a lie. His mirth is stopped by some very important thoughts. (why did that lie actually come out right? How am I seeing in the dark? Why are my thoughts so clear? How am I crumbling stone with my bare hand?) . He pauses in his thoughts to look to the side at the wall he'd absent-mindedly been clawing a deep gash into, then quickly turns back to the door and resumes his questions to himself as though nothing important had happened (who do you have to kill to get some food around here? Can I pick locks? No. Damn. My clothes look tattered. OH NO! CAN IT BE!?! No, no, everythings still where it should be. And I'm still a handsome devil *SHINE* <- mental shine effect. Geez, who do you have to kill to get some food around here? ...) . For many long seconds Oathbreaker will simply stand there thinking and absent mindedly checking his clothes and clawing the walls."
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{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nA sudden, intense feeling of claustrophobia seizes Noj, and with a rattling moan, he throws himself against the iron door, pounding on it with his fists."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "Hearing jarring clangs and a scary moan Oathbreaker will snap out of his hunger filled reverie, stare at the door, and say \"Hmm... thats probably not good, maybe if it comes this way I can reason with it. Yep, its probably best to stay here\" . After saying this he will Frantically attack the walls opposite the door trying to tear 1lb. chunks out of the wall that he can dual wield as improvised weapons."
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"author": "Lochar",
"message": "Virmas gives a low moan as he wakes up, holding his head. \"Note to self. Make sure that you're not being snuck up on when sneaking up on a wizard.\" He gets up, brushing himself off.\n\nAs Virmas walks around the room checking it out, he talks to himself. \"They'll probably fine me again for doing that, if I don't get out of here. Let's see what they left me.\" \n \n Spoiler \nAssuming taking a 20 on Search turns up nothing...\n \n\n \"They well and truly made this place empty. Not even a catflap for food. Wonder how long I've been here, anyways?\" Shrugging to himself, he moves to the door again. \"Best try to get out of here before I enjoy the local jailers hospitality.\" \n\nGrabbing at the lock, Virmas is shocked when his hand passes through it. \"Umm, not a real lock? Does that mean the door is unlocked?\" \n\nTenuously, Virmas pushes at the door, only to find his hand and then arm passing through the door as well.\n\n \"An illusion for a door? Umm, ok...\" \n\nSlowly, Virmas walks through the door, scared that at any moment the door will become real and then hurt him.\n\nOnce out, he hears and sees one of the doors being bashed in.(If I can see Suzette's work on her door) \"Crap!\" he whispers to himself, pushing himself up against a wall, trying to be as quiet as possible. He doesn't recognize himself either halfway phase through the wall, or turn invisible.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUntil he realizes he's actually dead, abilities and such are accidental and quite subconscious.\n\nI'm assuming Natural Armor bonuses don't apply when manifested, as normal, so 23 AC, all touch.\n\nHide: (1d20+28)[ 35 ] + 40 for immobile invisible.\nMove Silent: (1d20+28)[ 44 ] \n "
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"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "As Vilmas crosses his own door with ease, the door opposite his own in the room is blasted off its hinges as if by a rapid barrage of explosions and falls down ten feet away as if kicked by a giant. Neither Vilmas that walked through his door nor Suzette that simply kicked out her own notice eachother at all. All they have eyes for is the room.\n\nA massive, cylindrical chamber or crypt, nearly two hundred feet wide, that seems to have been carved out of the very rock of a mountain or beneath the earth, with a relatively low ceiling-hanging a mere twenty feet above the floor-and an array of identical iron doors that must lead to identical rooms at its periphery. What lies at the center of the room however is what draws the eye-and has both Vilmas and Suzette very nearly trying to empty their stomachs.\nHundreds upon hundreds of corpses litter the floor, killed in any conceivable way from dismembering to frostbite to incineration to starvation, some rotting for weeks while others no more than a day or two old. Dried blood crusts the floor and walls, brown and brittle and barely distinguishable from the rusted iron doors. As before, there is no light though you can see well enough-if only you could not. The are does not look like the massacres you've heard of in tales of wars. It looks more like a mass grave or a crypt where the dead are dumped to rot. The stench assaulting your senses is much worse than anything else you've ever felt and you sense something else too-some sort of aura of power that presses down on you. At that exact moment, two more iron doors burst, two more prisoners walking out of the safety of their cells and into the nightmare of reality.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe walls are magically treated to bar passage to incorporeal entities though the doors are not.\nIt is a good idea to describe your characters now, focusing especially in any inhuman appearance they might have as others might interact differently to a bloodlord that looks almost human and to a doomknight with a skeletal face and green fire instead of eyes (oooo Skeletor 😛 )\nAlso, always write your names at the top of your posts even if you haven't introduced yourselves yet, preferably in bold.\n "
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{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nStanding in the charnal gloom of the mass grave and framed by the open doorway to a cell stands a tall scarecrow of a man, easily six and a half feet tall and lean as a rail. His blackened fingers dig into the stone of the doorframe as he stares out at the grim tableau. His face and head are almost entirely covered in swaths of blackened and grimy gauze and bandages which spiral down to encompass his neck, shoulders and arms. Between the bandages on his face, twin yellow lights glimmer like sick glowworms in the darkness. Scraps of leather and cloth cling gamely to his chest and legs, and a large set of worn boots rest upon his feet. At his feet, shadows waver and twist like black candles on the grimy stone. He takes one wavering step forward, and there's a crackle like fried gristle peeled from the bone.\n \"What...\" the word is choked out, like a muffled gunshot as the tall man with the glowing yellow eyes looks around at the hideous chamber."
},
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"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nDropping to his feet, his body becoming visible, Virmas grabs his stomach. Had there been anything in there, he would be heaving it out now at the sights and smells.\n\nAs the man kneels there, he is suffused with a slight blue glow and quite translucent. The longer he heaves though, the more it seems that parts of flesh are appearing and building a body.\n\nWhat is left of stringy blond hair falls down over blackened eyes, and chunks of flesh appear missing all over his body. Parts of his arms and legs are wholly missing, seemingly held together by the barest of strips of flesh.\n\nHis clothes are rags of the finest trash. What appears to have once been a vest covers at best half of his front, and only two strips of cloth hold it together in the back.\n\nFinally he stops heaving, and sits down, pushing his back against the wall. \"What happened?\" he questions the world out loud, his voice echoing."
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"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n\nThere is a low, hissing sound like a red-hot iron plunged into water and a small silvery tongue of magic pierces yet another door. The tongue moves along the door, slowly cutting open a round hole. There is a metallic groan and a large piece of the door falls outwards, revealing the inside of yet another cell. The woman that comes out of the cell does not look like a prisoner at all. Oh, she does wear a torn white blouse and a matching skirt but they are perfectly clean as if they were just washed. There is not a grain of dust on her, no grime or dirt, no blood at all. The long blond hair falling down to the small of her back seem just as clean as her clothes and she appears largely untouched by her imprisonment.\nMoving as sinuously as a snake, she steps over a few corpses and frowns at them, distaste evident. As she closes, her otherworldly features become evident. The speed and grace by which she moves, her presence drawing the eye, her blood-red eyes. Pointed ears mark her an elf and her height-she's about six feet tall-and golden hair might mark her a sun elf if not for the pale color of her skin. Nails shaped like claws tip her hands but rather add to her image than spoil it. A supernatural aura draws every eye to her and seems to make her presence stronger, more important than that of others. Ofcourse, being as alluring as a succubus to begin with, she hardly seems to need the supernatural enhancement.\nHer hand pointing in an arching motion at the corpses around her she speaks, seemingly not paying attention to whom she's speaking as if making a rhetorical question.\n Rather crude, don't you think? I can't imagine this being a tomb-shows far too much irreverence towards these rotten bags of bones and flesh-nor does it seem like a necromancer's study. At least not a good necromancer's study-it's sloppy. So, where do you think we are? \n \n Spoiler \n\nBeguiling Influence, Dark One's Own Luck and Cat's Grace active. Used Prestidigitation to clear self. Used Lesser Orb of Sound repeatedly at point-blank range to open the door. Still writing down background and description.\n http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheets/view.php?id=28485 \n "
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{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nVirmas looks up at the voice, noticing the other people for the first time. Slowly he stands, his stomach still giving him a bit of trouble, but as there is nothing in it there isn't much of a problem.\n\n At the ladies' words, he frowns. \"I'd say have some respect for the dead, lady, but it doesn't look like anyone else has either.\" Looking over the room, he starts at the other standing people.\n\n \"Umm, is it just me, or are some of the dead still moving?\" He points at some of the more obviously dead looking people that have just broken out of cells.\n\n \n Spoiler \nYes, he's oblivious. He obviously hasn't looked at himself yet, but hey, that's part of the fun.\n "
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{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nStanding half-hunched, the tall shrouded man gazes with detached horror at the other denizens of the dungeon.\n \"Who...\" he rasps, his words muffled, \"Who are you?\" "
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"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n Hahahahaha... oh, excuse me but that's rich. Mr mummy over there is terrified of us-you do know you look like a mummy right?-and you are complaining about him moving while it is you who are missing a limb or three! \nThe gold-haired elf takes a moment to surpress a fit of laughter then smiles at the others.\n I hate to break it to you but you are obviously dead-or rather, undead. I may not look it but I am as well-I suspect we all are. I suppose for some this is a blessing and for others a curse-but the first order of buisness would be to find where we are and how to leave this place. I doubt whoever put us in those cells and turned us into undead did so from the goodness of their heart. "
},
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"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nVirmas finally looks down at himself and curses. This goes on for a moment before he manages to calm himself down.\n\n \"Alright, so apparently it wasn't an illusionary door that I walked through, that was me.\" \n\nAttempting to ignore the bodies in the center of the room, Virmas moves over to the door he came through and attempts to push his arm through it. It doesn't work.\n\n \"I did it just a minute ago, how'd I manage it?\" Virmas punches the door a couple of times, denting it slightly, but not much else. He stops and concentrates for a minute. Come on, I wanna walk through the wall again. \n\nAfter a moment, the meaty parts of his body disappear, leaving him glowing slightly blue and translucent again. This time, he manages to push his hand through the door. Alright, maybe I can walk through the walls then and find a way out?\" \n\nHe then walks into a wall. And bounces off. \"Oh come on, I know I managed it that time.\" Putting his arm through the door again, he moves it until it hits the wall.\n\nHe looks at everyone else. \"Alright, the easy way is out. Something's keeping me from walking through walls. Guess whoever turned us didn't want to lose us that easily.\" He shrugs. \"I'm Virmas.\" he introduces himself. And then looks around. Anyone else have an idea?\" "
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"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n I am Myriel, follower of Malcanthet. As for finding a way out, shouldn't we check out all those rooms that are still locked? Perhaps we'll find a way out there... \nThe elf lady frowns and looks at all the locked doors, her next few words barely audible.\n And perhaps I'll find my sister... \n \n Spoiler \n\nAnyone have Knowledge: Religion? If yes, you might know who Malcanthet is.\n "
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"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nWith the sound of the other doors bursting open, Suzette drops down on all fours.\n\n Curse this abyssal light that casts no shadows! Now where shall I hide? \n\nShe crawls back into her cell, like a cat moving backwards and pressing against the wall. She hears an unrecognisable man's voice mutter something, but before she can even consider whether or not to hail him, another man drops on his knees out of thin air, straight ahead of her. His appearance makes her blink, then blink again. He seems almost... transparent, for lack of a better word, and faintly glowing with a pale light.\n\n Is this the light again, playing tricks on me? I wonder why everything is black and white. \n\nThen she notices the missing pieces of flesh, hears the conversation, looks at her white, wet hands again and slowly, realisation dawns.\n\n Necromancers... I am dead. That man must be a ghost and I am... something. How come I can still think? And feel, and see, and hear, and for all that is holy, why can I still smell? \n\nTrying in vain to suppress her nausea, she stands up again and walks out of her cell. She looks over at the moving mount of rags and the neat, imposing woman, then back at the ghost. She reflects on how she must appear to them: a tiny, slim, sallow woman, drenched from top to toe with decomposing robes hanging from her limbs.\n\n \"My name is Suzette. Suzette Thompkins.\" \n If I'm already dead, they can hardly kill me. \n \"If you want to rescue people, we can just bash the doors down. It isn't that hard.\" "
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"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nVirmas nods to her. \"And here, ladies and gents, we have another example of a grand undead. Welcome to the club.\" He says sarcastically. \"I'm afraid it's not very lively around here though.\" "
},
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"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nThere's a cackle of straw like laughter in the voice of Noj, but full-throated and raspy. In the corner stands a dark silhouette, almost the mirror image of Noj except outlined only in shadow, even in the strange black and white world. Its eyes blaze with a yellow light, and its arms are splayed outwards like a scarecrow.\nNoj turns his head and regards it silently.\n \"Was I so evil in life that this is my reward...?\" he asks the phantom.\nNoj's voice answers\n \"Reward, punishment...it's all the same, isn't it? Ha-hah...\" "
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"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n So you do have a sense of humour. I was beginning to think it was gone along with some of the more important parts of you. \nThe elf lady walks towards the wall, turns to Virmas and smiles widely, showing pointed, elongated fangs. She raises her left hand and touches one of them and her smile turns miscevious.\n If these are not just for show then I am vampire. Not that I wasn't expecting a necromancer to turn me into one-looks like mine would be wasted in a wight, you know. How about testing our abilities? If you can pass through objects like a ghost, perhaps I could display one of the powers of vampires. So, I am open to suggestions-which power would you like me to try for? \n \n Spoiler \n\nFirst sentence is an intentionally lowered use of Bluff: innuendo. 😁\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n \"Well, as there isn't any running water going through here, and I don't think you can turn one already undead, I know that vampires have been able to turn into other beasts. Are you capable of that?\" "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \n \"What?\" \nAs if from far away, the patchwork man returns his gaze to the strange sinister jezebel in front of him. So unlike Maggie, this statuesque creature.\n Maggie... \n\"GWUOOOH!\" \nWith a bellow like a scratched fog-horn, Noj howls and slams a cadaverous fist into the frame of the cell, sending chips of stone flying.\n \"Hee hee!\" comes the scratchy laugh of Noj's voice,\n \"Now it's hit you, hasn't it? If you're very lucky, she's dead!\" The voice of Noj clears its throat with a horrid rattle, and then whispers with a rasp \"And if you're very very lucky, you're not the one who killed them...hope is a wonderful thing, isn't it, Noj?\" \n \"S'not my name. I'm Jon. Jon the miller,\" he mumbles, indistinctly.\n \"You think so?\" he replies, his tone bright and brittle like glass shards. \"Well, take a good long look at those hands of yours, mister miller. Do those look like Jon's hands?\" \nThe hunched figure shakes his head, mutely.\n \"That's right. You're about as far from being Jon as you can be. You're Noj now. And what will you do now, Noj, with your lips that grow back and fists that break iron?\" \nNoj looks away at the floor, \"Die.\" \n \"No no no,\" comes the reply, somewhat peevish. \"You're getting out of here. And these fine folk can help. Now, chin up.\" "
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n And how do you expect me to know what to do to turn into a beast?! I am a mage, not a tree-worshipper!\n\nHmm, I remember my sister and I discussing the simplest form-altering magics. Perhaps it works like they do... \n\nMyriel concentrates for a moment and her form seems to flow into the shape of a massive wolf with white fur and the same blood-red eyes. She stays in that shape for a few moments then turns towards her clothes, reverts into her true form and busies herself with getting dressed for a few moments. Turning back towards the rest of the group she smiles.\n\n Did you enjoy the show? "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nVirmas nods and leers before smiling and laughing slightly. \"I guess this happening isn't all bad. Just mostly.\" \n \n Spoiler \nBTW, what's the stats on that wolf? 😛\n \n\n\nHe then looks over to the scarecrow looking guy. \"Although, I think he may be having a little more problem with it.\" Virmas shouts at him. \"Hey, you're already undead. If you want to die, you'll have to find something capable of killing you. Just sitting there won't kill you. Come on out and talk. Best to figure out what you can do before we go attempt to 'entertain' our creators. Besides, if you want to die, you'll have to figure out what kills you first.\" "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "Realizing that the walls are pretty damn tough Oathbreaker tentatively creeps to the door and knocks \"Hello out there! I'd be ever so grateful (snicker under breath) if you would open the door so we can (barely contained giggle) talk!\" ."
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \n \"You heard the man.\" \nThe rag man lifts his head, the dim gleam of his eyes showing through the wrappings.\n \"I can't die...but the man who did this to me can! \" In the corner, the scarecrow silhouette opens its jagged mouth in a grin, dim yellow light spilling out onto the unclean stone. With a cackling noise, it spirals down into the stone and then back into space, now planted firmly in the stone by Noj's elbow. In the dingy gloom, it's still quite plain that this scarecrow shadow is just that; a shadow made vivid, and with glowing eyes and gaping mouth. It shifts to one side, and for a moment it overlaps perfectly Noj's frame before vanishing.\nThe lanky patch man stands up straighter, and the yellow glow in his eye flares.\n \"I'm Noj. And I'm getting out of here.\" "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n \"Glad to have you aboard, Noj. Do the guy behind that door a favor though, would you, and open it? Since he seems to not want to come out and all. I think I'll stick my head through the rest of the doors as well, and check. See if there's a way out, or anyone else that isn't loud enough to be heard.\" \n\nPutting action to word, Virmas stands up and walks to the remaining doors that haven't been battered down yet, and pushes his head through each of the doors. Should he see stairs, he'll note which ones it is. Should he see another undead, he'll ask Noj or one of the others to assist in battering down the door."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " \"No, no I can't hear you properly! Wait a second!\" Oathbreaker batters down the door (he's as stong as the monk). Aghast at what he sees he declares \"Ugh, look at this mess! Picked clean! No food, no valuables!\" To the others, Oathbreaker looks like a Handsome and powerfully built man of Kara-Tur (asian) descent. Though his cloths are in tatters he carries himself with a competant, though subtly decietful, air. Ever practical, he immediately picks up two severed limbs that look petrified or in severe rigor mortis, ever keeping his eyes on the others (especially the two hotties) \"So, uh, come here often?\" he asks the others fully expecting to have to fight such hideous (or unnaturally beautiful) undead.\n \n Spoiler \nThe average human arm weighs a little over 8lbs. so two spongy improvised weapons of that weight would deal 1d4 damage.\n\nEdit: Of course, seeing as how legs can be up to 40lbs. I'll take those instead If I can find them. 😁 \n Come to think of it, how would you size limbs as weapons? Would the leg of a child count as a small improvised weapon? the leg of a giant, large? These are important questions. 😏 \n\nEdit2: Answered my own question. I'd only be able to take arms because anything over 11 pounds counts as a two handed improvised weapon. ☹️\n "
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "With a start and a gasp Ethan awakens in cold dark cell. The cell that is not nearly as dark as it should be. Even the gasp was not required, merely an old reflex of an older life. Ethan stares at the blank walls, at his tattered clothing, and at the rusty iron door. Completely unaware of his changed existance.\n Trapped. Imprisoned. he half whispers to himself, Sure beats dead though. \nAt hearing the voices outside, he heads towards the door, and begins banging on it. He shouts at the people outside Hello? Anyone out there? I think there has been a mistake! "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nA head pokes through the cell door, it is translucent and has a faint glow. \"Oh, hi. We got another one I see.\" The head pulls back, and you hear the voice shouting to the others. \"We got one in here, someone wanna come rip the door off for him?\" \n\nThe head pokes back through again. \"Anyways, give us a second, I'll get Noj or one of the others to beat the door down. Just don't stand in the direct path, in case they send it flying through. Unless you can walk through the door or beat it down yourself?\" His voice is entirely too cheerful, though you can tell it's at least slightly forced. \"Oh, by the way... You're dead. Or at least undead.\" \n\nAt this, the head disappears back through the door and Virmas continues checking the other doors."
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nFollowing Virmas on his round to check out the doors, Suzette tries to make out any footprints on the floor that might indicate the way out. She gladly takes down any doors, enjoying her enhanced strength.\n\n So we can all do new things now. Well, I can't walk through doors, so I'm not a ghost. No fangs either, so no vampire. And if they meant to mummifiy me, their experiment failed miserably. Maybe I'm supposed to have a talking shadow, like Noj? I'll have to pay close attention to how he does it when he makes it come out again. \n\nWhen they get back to the point where the others are gathered, she addresses Virmas and Myriel:\n\n \"I know nothing about undead. Am I supposed to be able to do anything special? I... I don't even know what I am. Maybe a zombie, but I've never heard of one that could think for himself...\" \n \n Spoiler \n spot - (1d20+15)[ 2 ](17) and survival - (1d20+11)[ 12 ](23) \n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\n((If this is too much knowledge for my character, I'll remove the post Belial.))\n\n \"Well, I'm not exactly a ghost, I don't think Suzette.\" With effort, Virmas' rotting body reforms. \"I can still become physical, see? I don't think any of us are normal undead, if there is such a thing. I don't know where you came from, but I grew up in Thay, where there was a war of undead going on. Who knows what's happened to us.\" \n\nVirmas shrugs. \"I assume you'll find out eventually what's happened to you, once we get out.\" "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nWith a wheezing grunt, takes a few more steps down the hallway, the faint snap and crackle of residues unguessable shifting beneath the swaths of bandage. Now and then a fine dust or small chunks of charred flesh drop from between the bandages and skitter across the floor. Reaching Ethan's door, Noj reaches slowly up to the very top of the iron door and punches his fingers through the gap. His exposed glowing eye flares once more, and shadows bunch around his arms and shoulders and bulge like cancers as he hauls on the door, slowly peeling away the ancient iron like clay. Towering in the doorway, the dirty lanky figure stares inside at the newest wretched to appear, and for just a moment the grinning silhouette of a sinister scarecrow wavers on the floor, then vanishes.\nWordlessly, Noj offers a blackened hand, the fingers long and crooked."
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": " Ethan \n\nEthan was simply stunned. Not afraid, for fear became a foreign thing to him, but he was stunned speechless. First by the head poking through the door, then by what it said... finally by that impressive display of strength. He had retreated a few steps at first, and retreated all the way back to the wall when the creature tore open the door.\n\n \"Imposible, I am not dead... am I? I will play along for now, and then find out the truth later.\" Ethan thought to himself\n\n \"Thanks, err.. Friend. I'm Ethan.\" Ethan said a bit hesitantly, as he slowly walked forward and shook hands with the mummified creature.\n\nWhen not cowering, Ethan stood just over 6 feet tall, a good height for a human. His blue eyes had a strange flickering light within them, as if they were reflecting the glow of a torch burning nearby. His dark hair was shoulder length, and was filthy from the cell he was in. His skin was very pale, as if it was made of marble."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "Oathbreaker, his grizzly task done (hopefully he is now carrying macabre clubs) props one of his 'clubs' over his shoulder and smiles to the others. \"How rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself, seeing as how you all don't look like you are going to kill me. My name is... Jacob, yes Jacob Mayweather.\" { Bluff (1d20+16)[ 23 ] } \"It is a pleasure to share such, well, non-murderous company\" (truth)"
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n \n Spoiler \nSense Motive: (1d20+10)[ 24 ] \n \n\n Jacob, eh? Sounds like a decent assumed name. \n \"Nice to meet you, 'Jacob'. I hope you don't get yourself in trouble with those body parts.\" Virmas nods to Jacob, not mentioning that it sounded like a quickly thought up lie to him."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth awakens slowly, on hard stone. She tries to remember what happened, where she is, and can't. No! What happened? I remember... a fire, and twisted shapes... She calms herself, meditating and carefully regulating both breth and heartbeat.\n\nThat is when it becomes perfectly obvious. She has neither breath nor heartbeat. Unnecessarily, she expels air in a gasp, then collects her thoughts. The dead were common in Thay. In all likelihood, she had been killed by one of the factions contending for Thay's rulership, and raised by them. She opens her eyes, and sees the world through the cover of darkness. \"Of course,\" she murmurs, covering over the shock. She could not give in, she could not... \"Only logical.\" She inspects both herself and her surroundings. She looks much the same as she always had... but she can feel small points on her teeth. The surroundings were a small cell, and a closed door. Empty, aside from that.\n\nShe hears voices from outside, and presses her ears against the door. Her hearing wasn't dull before, but now it is as if every last sound echoes in her ears. One voice, in particular, makes her heart leap—or it would have, at least... She hadn't realized how worried she had been until that moment that her sister was dead. Of course, maybe she was... but not gone, at the least. She calls out, \"Myriel?\" "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \n \"Noj,\" he replies to Ethan's unspoken question. \"I'm Noj.\" He stand silently in the doorway for a moment, apparently lost in thought. As the voices outside the cell filter in, he shakes his head abruptly with a crackling noise and steps out of the doorway, allowing Ethan to pass."
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nSuzette gingerly walks up to the door where the new voice comes from, turns towards Myriel and asks:\n\n \"Could this be that sister you're looking for? Shall I get her out?\" \n\nUnless one of them objects, she kicks the bottom of the door until there is a hole, then grabs the edges and rolls it upwards.\n\n \n Spoiler \n sense motive - (1d20+9)[ 7 ](16) \n "
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n \"Ughhhh .. Nghhh...\" Hellstar opened his eyes and blinked. All he saw was stone. He lifted his head to get a better look, only to be stopped by a splitting headache. \"Oh my aching head! By the gods, what did I drink last night?\" The last thing he remembers is rushing towards a tavern, which fueled his confusion, but what he saw nixed the likelihood that this was merely a hangover. There was blood everywhere. All over his shirt, pants, with dried bits of flesh scattered about. This isn't mine ... he thinks as he examines his clothing. Apparently, his hands were bloodly, too. Patting himself all over, he looks for wounds and finds none. Actually, he seemed to be in great shape, except for a rapidly fading headache. He stands up and examines his surroundings.\n\n \"I must have been imprisoned by Thay ... But ... Why can't I remember?\" He heard commotion outside his cell ... banging, tearing of metal, and soon talking. He did not know what was going on, so he prepared himself for conflict: Mage Armor, All-Seeing Eyes, Entropic Warding. He heard talking a few cells down. How can I hear any of this at all? And why can I see? Putting aside his insecurities, Hellstar thought it best to go down fighting, and so he spoke a single word in the Dark Tongue, and the steel door shattered with a loud -snap-. He leaned forward and threw his shoulder against the broken metal chunks blocking the door.\n\nThe view outside surprised him far less than the fact that it didn't hurt to slam himself against steel. And his movements ... he was so fast! He had scarcely a moment to ponder that when he noticed the others -- undead. Hellstar had been battling the Thayvian armies for the past few years, and he knew undead when he saw them. But they weren't mindless -- clearly they were just talking, and their looks bore no malice. Perhaps ... fellow escapees? Wait ... that meant ... He looked himself over again, and suddenly the dried blood on his triggered something deep inside him.\n\nHe was hungry. And that blood was what he wanted.\n\nCrushed with shame over who he had become, and overwrought with despair, Hellstar collapsed onto his knees and cried out, \"No! No! This is the cruelest irony!\" At that point, he didn't care whether he lived or died.\n\nHellstar would be a beautiful specimen of a human, if not for the blood and dirt currently covering his lithe frame. He was gaunt in life, and even more so in death, with sunken cheeks and deep eye sockets harboring two starry eyes which now shine blood red. His hair is a black tousled mass caked with bits of dried blood. Currently he is wearing something resembling a potato sack around his torso; that's how coarse the threads were. His pants were a mite better quality, but were filthy and reeked of death. If he were standing he would be just over 6 feet tall, and weighing around 160 pounds."
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n\nRecognising her sister's voice, Myriel steps close to the door, her beautiful features forming an angry scowl. As Suzette asks if she can open the door, she directs an angry glare at the other woman.\n Step aside. \nNot really waiting for Suzette to move away, Myriel points at the door and a deafening clang that shatters steel tears a hole into it, rusty fragments flying left and right. Shooting the almost imperceptible magical blast repeatedly, the sorceress blasts the door off its hinges faster Suzette would have done. Iron was no bar to her magic. Stepping over the debris, she enters the cell and helps her sister to her feet.\n Are you well enough to walk, sister mine? I swear, by the Red Rose and the Infinite Layers whoever did this to you-to us-will pay "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker or 'Jacob' \n\nOathbreaker approaches the obviously distraught Hellstar and intoduces himself \"Jacob Mayweather pleased to meet'cha. Say, your not looking so good there, can I give you a hand\" (offers a 'hand' and by hand I mean 'club') \"Heh heh, I kid, I kid. Seriously though, I'm famished how about we get a bite to eat before we get out of here\" "
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nLeaping aside as Myriel commences her furious magical assault on the door, she hears how yet another one is blown to pieces.\n\n That makes eight... Whoever created us must have been building an army, though it seems as if they went through quite the number of failed experiments. \n\nShe stares at the festering heap of bodies in the middle of the room. Then she remembers what that mysterious shadow told Noj.\n\n Could this be my... our work? Some of us certainly seem to have the temper for it, but I wonder... \n\nShe wanders towards the pile, looking at a man whose chest was obviously bashed in.\n\n What would it feel like to kill someone just like that? \n\nAt that moment, Jacob addresses the new arrival and she falls in with him.\n\n Yes, let's get out of here. \n \n Spoiler \nIf her survival taught her anything, she now tells the others about that\n "
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n \"A bite to eat?\" Hellstar uncurls himself and stands to face the stupidly grinning man. \" A bite to eat? Are you mad? Or just stupid? We are cursed . This pile of bodies -\" As he swings his arm to bring force to his statement, he looks over and stops speaking, his mouth agape. \"Jhules?\" Taking a few extraordinarily quick steps, he grabs a torso sticking out of the pile and pulls on it, revealing a maggot-ridden corpse whose legs separate as he brings it out into the open. \"Jhules they got you too ... Why?\" Just then he sees bite marks on his neck ... He turns back to Oathbreaker, his red eyes aflame with rage. \"Why did they choose me? Or you , for that matter. You unfeeling wretch! These were people! Flesh and blood, with family and hopes that were stolen away from them by ... by ... Agh, it's no use talking to you.\" He turns away, scoffing. They cannot be saved. I cannot be saved. Vampires ... they can be destroyed by sunlight. Yes ... we'll escape and I'll throw myself into the sun. Determined, he goes to join Noj and Suzette in finding other prisoners -- but their task looks complete. He introduces himself, to nobody in particular but to everybody at once. \"Hellstar, Magister of Aglarond. Let's find a way out of this hell. I'd rather not be around what could be my own handiwork.\" \n \n Spoiler \nSearching for a way out, taking 20, resulting in 40 (20 + 6 [Int] + 6 [All-Seeing Eyes] + 8 [Bloodlord]). My, my ... that's a lot.\n\nAlso he'll be scouring his memory for what he knows of vampires:\n[roll=Knowledge(religion)]1d20+9[/roll]\n\nEDIT: That's weird... they probably don't allow parentheses in the roll description field. No matter, Invisible Castle saves the day: Knowledge(Religion) (1d20+9=21) \n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob\" \n \"Ya know its kinda funny, I know that I wouldn't have thought of this before whatever happened to us, but I suddenly had to urge to tear out the insides of one of these bodies and wear it as clothing because I'm so freakin' FREEZING. Does that seem strange to you guys?\" Oathbreaker casually looks at the pile with a ponderous look and a slight shiver (<-from cold, not conscience) \"Cause I'm kinda thinking I'm gonna do it.\" "
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": " Ethan \n\nAs he steped past Noj, Ethan heard the exchange between Jacob and Hellstar. He also heard what Jacob was saying about wearing the skin of one of the dead bodies, but hearing it didn’t prepare him for the sight of it. Perhaps, in another life he would have retched, he would have felt sick, but now only a cold detachement, and a distant sorrow, for those who lay there. He had his burdens to bear, while they were free of theirs.\n\n Don't even joke about something like that. Ethan said to Jacob, Give respect the dead... you were one of them not so long ago. \n\nMentally, he made sure not let his guard around Jacob, even more so than any of the others. Ethan was still praying that these abominations were wrong, and that he was still alive."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth recognizes her sister's voice, and at the first loud blast she moves well back from the door, having no wish to test the limits of the energy that now animates her body. \"I am well, sister.\" Embracing her sister quickly, she takes Myriel's hand and steps out of the cell, gazing in disgust at the bodies.\n\nIn some ways, she is her sister's mirror image; the two have identical features. And like a mirror, some of it is reversed. Her hair is as dark as Myriel's is golden, and her eyes a deep black, as if her pupils had swallowed up the irises. She shares her sister's pale skin... and, it becomes clear as she speaks, her fangs. She is dressed in what was once a finely made, elegant red dress; now, the dress is torn in places, and marked with dust and bloodstains. Although beautiful, she does not draw the eye quite so much as her sister; she is more distant, a touch less alluring. \"This is a charnel house. Is nobody but us present?\" she asks, glancing about the chamber as if searching for necromancers, or some sign that they are present.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpot (1d20+13)[ 32 ] .\n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n \"Respect, yes respect\" Oathbreaker waves the thought away \"It would have smelled horrible anyway...\" "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n \"None but us, or at least none that I've seen. Doesn't look like any other bodies are going to get up and start moving around, either.\" \n\nVirmas shrugs and looks at the others. \"As I think we'd all get bored past undeath if we just sat around here forever, what do you all suggest we do?\" \n\n((OOC: Anyone seen Belial recently? With all 8 of us here, I'd like something in the realm of direction.))"
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\n*Strikes a heroic pose* \"Fight our way free!\" Oathbreaker exclaims, shining like a tarnished golden god."
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n\n\nMoving purposefully towards \"Jakob\", Myriel steps over the corpses, raises both hands and a tongue of blood-red flame forms in each palm. The flames elongate until they meet then form a five-foot long, two inches thick cylinder then stretch further to shape a two-foot, one-edged blade attached at the cylinder's end. She raises the conjuring with an ease that suggests both a weightless weapon and one she has proficiency in that belies her slim frame.\n\n Every one of us alone stands no chance to survive against those that captured us-undeath made us stronger but not by that much. We can only get out of here as a group.\n\nI do not mind you desecrating these rotten pieces of meat-you can piss on them for all I care if you still can-but intentionally baiting the others here threatens the integrity of the group and thus our chances of survival. More specifically, mine and my sister's. Therefore, you'll either stop being a fool or stop being period. And just in case, note that this weapon ignores any form of defence from armor to the toughness granted by undeath to magic immunity. "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth laughs inwardly. Even if he were not stupid, the man was at least a buffoon, and her sister had small tolerance for foolishness of any sort. \"I might add that I am unsure force of any sort will be required to get us free,\" she chimes, arching an eyebrow at the others to see if any of them look like they understand her; regardless of whether they do not, she continues, voice taking on a lecturing tone. \"Many of you are not any sort of undead I know of. The bodies here indicate that somebody was experimenting with killing people in different ways...\" her mouth twists with disgust again, but she doesn't pause... \"which was most likely in hopes of creating new servants. A common practice in necromancy. However, we have awoken without anyone here to guide us. In theory, they could be observing us to see what the effects are, but in practice doing so would be foolish, and achieve little.\" If the necromancers had intended to enslave them, they would not have allowed them to meet and collaborate before making themselves known. \"Therefore, I think it likely that the experiment was judged a failure and abandoned before completion. Most necromancers are at least practical enough to clean up the bodies, and some of these are weeks old.\" \n \"If that is so, than all we need do is find the exit from this place.\" "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n \"That's all fine and dandy, but they must have expected something. I can walk through the doors just fine, but not the walls. So they have treated this place with at least a bit of setup for undead like I appear to be.\" Virmas adds to Alaeth's talk."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n \"Naturally,\" Alaeth answers. Her tone is... either condescending or soothing, it's hard to tell. \"They expected results, so they would have made preparations to hold the undead before they created them. It would do them little good if they created you, only to have you escape. But a ward like that is easier to leave up than to take down, and they do not seem to have been assidious in removing anything.\" "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nScratching his head with the finger end of a 'club' Oathbreaker says \"If there isn't some kind of gaurdian waiting to keep someone in or keep someone out then I'm Elminster in disguise\" \nAs for the angry woman threatening him, Oathbreaker can only think [ *sigh* angry women, this is so familiar... ]"
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nThe silent Noj barely seems to be listening to the others talk. With a cackle, the shadowy head of the grinning scarecrow sprouts from his shoulder and begins whispering to the bandages covering Noj's ear. Darkness swirls around Noj's worn boots and he clenches a blackened fist with a crackle of flesh and bone. The shadow spirals around him, as if a punctuation of the scarecrow's words, shifting from a billowing cape to a skeleton to armor to a mouth of shadowy teeth lit by a dim yellow glow. The effect is...unnerving.\n \n Spoiler \n Intimidate - (1d20+24)[ 41 ] Not targeted at anyone...just a general indication of spooky.\n "
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nThe conversation going on is distracting to Hellstar's efforts. Strangely enough, he can hear them perfectly despite the distance and bad acoustics in the cavern. This damned undead body ... he muses. Passing his hand along the wall rather absent-mindedly, he senses an almost non-existant vibration in the walls, and now that he notices it, faint sounds of ... a pitched battle?\n\nHe pauses in his search to address the group. \"Perhaps our captors are currently fighting in that distant battle? That would explain why they aren't here to chaperone us. I suggest we find a way out and help in dispatching them.\" Without waiting for a response, he gets back to searching."
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "A thorough search of the room doesn't reveal anything and battering down the rest of the doors only reveals more corpses in various stages of decomposition. The room appears to be sealed until you remember the faint sounds of combat coming from above. Quickly, you check the ceiling and find that at the very center of the room a rectangular patch of stone five feet wide and thirty long is of slightly different color than the rest of the chamber. Tiny runes form an inscription that follows the pattern of an elaborate magical diagram similar but not identical to those used for binding demons.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAbout time SB remembered the battle raging above.\n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth shakes her head dryly at the Kara-Turan man. \"Did you listen to nothing I said?\" she queries, half exasperated and half amused but not really expecting any answer. There are more important things to do, in any case, as one of the others points out.\n\nSpotting the man on the ceiling looking over a slight inscription, Alaeth moves to the center of the room and murmurs a minor spell of Seeing, then pauses, frustrated. She had to be closer than that... Maybe she could be. She concentrates, and her form blurs, dissolving into a cold, black mist that begins to spread outwards. It drifts upwards until it is floating just under the circle, and hovers there, examining it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'd forgotten about the sounds of battle; I guess Alaeth did too. A Search of +27 should be plenty to discover the circle if need be; Gaseous Form gets her up there. It's one of the better-known powers of a vampire, so she should know about it... Casting Detect Magic, and then Spellcraft to discern what the circle is for and how to work it: (1d20+19)[ 31 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nClenching his fist again with a * snap *\nNoj turns his gaze towards the ceiling.\n \"Yes...Our creators...\" \n\n(Can the ceiling be reached from the floor?)"
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n She spurns my help with all the narrow-sighted arrogance of an geriatric wizard who's never been outside of his tower, blasts out a door without knowing whether her sister is capable of getting out of the blast radius and all but attacks a man who is obviously still trying to get the better of his new violent urges. If anything here is \"threatening the integrity of the group\" it is her own hot-headedness. She may look like a queen, but she has all the social graces of a chipmunk. \n\nSuzette is distracted from her train of thought when she notices the shadow creature dancing around Noj again. She moves closer and observes it eagerly.\n\n \"How do you do that Noj? Do you know why you have a shadow, when nothing else here does? Would you mind if I tried to touch it?\" "
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nFrustrated by the lack of an obvious exit, Hellstar runs his hand through his hair. He doesn't get very far, though: it's caked with blood and dirt, and could use a serious cleaning. Leaning his head back to shake and rub it out, he notices the discoloration on the ceiling. \"Oh.\" \n Well, I've heard some interesting things about vampires ... let's see what this body can do. He puts his hand on the side wall between two doors, find a hand-hold, and plants a foot on a slight bend in the rock about two feet off the ground. He lifts himself up effortlessly. Taking a few tentative steps up the wall, he becomes fairly certain that he can crawl all the way up. Before continuing, he frees his left hand and swings his head and torso around, saying, \"You would think that the necromancers would have thought of this.\" He drops down, and makes the arcane gestures for the Detect Magic spell. Hopping back onto the wall, he makes his way towards the runed piece of stone, and stops about 60 feet away, examining the object. Then, moving closer, he tries to look for some kind of opening or crack along the edge that he might exploit ..."
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nNoj looks down to regard Suzette with a glowing yellow eye. He shakes his head, mutely.\nThe scarecrow head emerges from his shoulder again and grins at the damp woman, the black laces stitching its mouth criss-crossing the glow of its mouth.\n \"Everyone has a shadow,\" it says in Noj's voice, \"But Noj is cursed, you see. Ha-ha. In fact, I'm Noj. He just won't admit it yet.\" \nThe mummified man growls and swings a dessicated fist at the scarecrow's face but goes right through it. The shadows twist and coil around his arm and flow up until the shadowy scarecrow springs from his hunched shoulders like a standard, bobbing and curling in an imaginary breeze."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob\" \n \"Maybe if one of us could get up there\" Oathbreaker starts what he thinks will be a futile attempt to climb only to realize that he is climbing the wall, and then the ceiling without any apparent effort. \"woah!... YES!\" "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "The sigil is an elaborate binding diagram turned outwards preventing the passage of creatures. Normally, such a diagram could be used to hedge off extraplanar creatures but this one has been altered to affect undead instead. What's more, at the center of the circle lies a simpler sigil, that of a keyhole and key. Known to most mages, that is the symbol for the hold portal spell. Persumably, the stone is a trapdoor of some sort and the symbol is holding it shut.\n\nNeither Alaeth nor Hellstar can cross the barrier in either physical or gaseious form and Alaeth suspects the ghost-like characters won't be able to either. Hellstar realises his detect magic does not extend beyond the outer reaches of the barrier-it has been made to stop magic as well as attacks or physical entry. It is as if the presence of the sigil's creator is brushing them and their efforts aside without him being there at all."
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n It appears that we are all cursed in some way. \nSlowly, as if anxious not to scare away a small animal, Suzette moves her hand in the area between Noj and his shadow to see whether it would be visible on her arm. Strangely, it isn't. Sensing that her overeager attention puts Noj in a gloomy mood, she tries to bring his mind back to other things.\n\n I think I lost my family too when they captured me. Of course, I cannot know for sure, since my memory is blurry. I don't believe we should dwell too much on that question, though. If they are dead, then maybe we are destined to avenge them. If they are not, then our paths may cross again some day. The only way to find out is to move forward, though it appears there is a block on our road. \n\nShe looks at the presumed exit, thinking about a way they might get up there."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nFrowning up at the sigil, Virmas starts digging through the body pile. \"Wonder if there's anything usable in here that we could use to break that sigil...\" "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nThe dark mist flows downwards more rapidly than it rose, reforming into Alaeth, who purses her lips in vexation as she stares upwards at the sigil. \"Warded against our passage, and the door is magically locked as well. I suppose one of you could force it open, if we could bypass the circle... but such spells are usually impossible to violate if prepared correctly.\" She continues to frown upwards, then turns to Myriel. \"Sister, could you bring the trapdoor down? Your magic cannot pass the circle, but you might be able to weaken the stone around it. Or simply blast a new way through.\" That might be faster."
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nNoj listens silently to Suzette's speech, and the shadow slowly withdraws once more. He wordlessly reaches a hand forward and squeezes her shoulder as he bows his head. After a moment's silence, he straightens up a bit more and jambles to where the others stand crowded about the sealed stone. Silently, he draws back his fist and lets fly at the stone, seeing if even his strangely-powerful hands have a chance of harming the surface."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nAfter digging through the corpses again, Virmas again peers up at the sigil. \"The whole ceiling isn't runed, is it?\" Shifting to his non corporeal state, which is becoming decidedly easier, Virmas concentrates and rises up.\n\n \"Can I pass through the ceiling where the runes don't reach?\" Virmas pushes up against the ceiling where it touches the walls, well away from the center of the room."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nOathbreaker attempts to force his way through the barrier through shear force of will.\n\n Charisma Check (1d20+4)[ 10 ] \n \"Solid air... magic... (grumble)\" (pokes at barrier with 'club' fingers)\n\nEdit: Thats my attempt for this 24 hour period..."
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nShaking his head in disappointment, Hellstar dismisses his spell and drops down from the ceiling, landing on all fours. \"That's a hold portal spell. Magically fortified, looks like. We might be able to do something to it with dispel magic or knock, but I don't have those spells memorized. We could also try forcing it, but from the looks of it, it's a very heavy stone trapdoor with arcane magics on it -- it would be very difficult. May I suggest that us Magisters take a shot at breaking stone supporting the door instead? But first we should clear out of the way of any rubble which may fall.\" \n\nThe door is only five by thirty feat; logic would dictate that any hinges would be on a long side. Stepping back a good twenty feet, Hellstar begins launching eldritch blasts around the portal, hoping to find that hinge and bring the whole thing down."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth gives both Oathbreaker and Hellstar amused glances; the one for ignoring what she'd said about being unable to pass the circle, the other for repeating more or less what she'd suggested. \"I wonder if death has made their hearing worse?\" she remarks idly to Myriel, moving back to stand well out of the way if the magister's blasts should bring the door down.\n\n \"Go ahead and try,\" she calls to Virmas as he tries to rise through the ceiling. \"I doubt they were that careless, but if they were, the runes may not protect the other side of the trapdoor.\" "
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\nEthan moved away from the center of the room, and then decided to leave the arcane casters to their business. He felt vulnerable without a weapon in his hands."
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nBetween blasts Hellstar walks over to Alaeth and whispers in her ear, \"I hear you, you know. The first and the second time. But it's sometimes good for the ... more vigorous folk to hear a second opinion, don't you think?\" He smiles sweetly at her and her twin, firing an eldritch blast with his off hand; despite their disgusting undead appearance, they were rather cute. Very cute, really, now that he looks at them. Why, if they weren't trapped underground ... Gah! What am I thinking! No, I must end this unlife before I become enamored with it! "
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n\nSmiling at her sister the blond twin raises a hand towards the trapdoor.\n Eldritch energies do not deal nearly as much damage on inanimate objects as they do on the living-or those creatures sustained through necromancy or transmutation. However, this shouldn't be a problem. I have been breaking down things with magic for decades. \nMaking repeated throwing motions and wispering an incantation again and again, Myriel employs the same sonic blasts she used on her sister's cell. She aims the blast not on the door itself but at the stone around it. Between attacks, she speaks at the other warlock.\n I am not sure but I believe you are mistaken. If the trapdoor would merely open to allow access why would they make it five by thirty feet? If, on the other hand, it was some sort of retractable staircase, it would need to reach the ground at an angle. Thus the thirty-foot length. In case you didn't notice, the room is only twenty feet high. Also, we should probably be careful-demolishing the door completely or opening up a hole won't do-most probably not all of us can fly, turn gaseous or climb up walls.\n "
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\n\"Virmas, did you happen to see anything we could use as a rope when you went through those bodies?\"\n\nWhile calling out to Virmas, Suzette walks towards the wall where Hellstar climbed up with such ease. She tentatively feels the stone, looking for any cracks that might give her toes and fingers some support. It takes her quite a while to make any progress, and when she does it is with far less elegance than he did.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNot having spider climb, she takes 20 to climb up (total of 40) Let's see how far she can get.\n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth bestows a smile on the man, curious, amused and approving all at the same time. It was flattering, but also felt slightly... condescending was not truly the right word, but the elf was clearly looking at someone much younger than her.\n\nBut when she speaks, it is to Myriel. \"I know, sister. But I think that all we need to is break through the ceiling. Certainly, from that point onwards our options will be much greater. And...\" Her black eyes are rather hard to read, but for an instant they seem to flash sadly. \"I think...\" \n\nAbruptly, she seems to flash, as if the world blinked for a moment, and is replaced by a great raven, standing taller than any in the room. It half-spreads its wings before abruptly hunching; a completely black eye stares at Myriel for a moment before the raven shrinks back into Alaeth, looking slightly distraught. \"My familiar...\" She glances about as if expecting to find the raven somewhere in the room, but cannot."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nOathbreaker ties a 'club' to his belt with the shredded scraps of his shirt. Walking up the wall to the struggling Suzette he smiles and offers his hand \"A hand for the lady\" . If she does take his hand he will help her to the roof and support her in her efforts.\n\nIt costs nothing to help a maiden in need of aid.\n\nEdit: Of course if this is some kind of butch prove yourself thing thats cool..."
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "'Jacob' fails to penetrate the barrier, recoiling from it. Further attemtps to penetrate it do not neet a rebuke but the barrier is as solid as iron. Jakob suspects he's lost his chance to pass through for the time being.\n\nWhile Suzette slowly and carefully climbs up the chamber's stone wall, meetes the ceiling, and realises she can go no further, magic blasts at the door itself simply fail to cause any damage. Cracking the stone would break the circle and the magic of the warded object prevents that even indirectly. When the first blast falls on the stone around the door however, the door groans and loosens a quarter of an inch at one side. It is clear the hold portal rune keeps the door closed and locked-but it needs the surrounding stone to do so. Breaking the stone would open the door.\n\nUnfortunately, the creators of the dungeon seem to have prepared for that. The pattern of runes flashes and fades in intensity a bit and suddenly black smoke seeps from the inside of the circle and into the room. The smoke was not there a moment before..."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nProvided that Suzette doesn't take my hand in favor of preparing for combat, I will do the same. I move down the wall to the floor drawing my stowed 'club' as part of the move.\n\nEdit: Otherwise I will hold her close to comfort her. 😏\n \n Spoiler \nIf its necessary I will roll initiative, spot and listen:\n\n Initiative (1d20+10)[ 18 ] \n Spot (1d20+12)[ 14 ] \n Listen (1d20+12)[ 20 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth clears her thoughts. I cannot feel him... my death would have broken the bond, but he is most likely dead. Her mourning must be put off as the door cracks open, and smoke begins to pour out.\n\nShe moves back, and chants in Elven, weaving the gestures for a spell. \"Varna, ingóle ar vilya.\" That finished, she watches the spell carefully, trying to analyze what sort of magic this might be. Smoke, in and of itself, would not harm the dead... thus, it was either a side effect or was magic itself.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCast Mage Armor. Spellcraft (1d20+17)[ 23 ] to tell what the smoke is.\n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "As the smoke oozes towards the ground, Alaeth realises that, though magical, it is not a spell. It is a creature reeking of necromantic energies in gaseous form, perhaps some sort of guardian responding to the attack on the door."
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nSuzette gratefully accepts Jacob's offer to work together, and is slightly surprised when the appearance of the dark mist sends him off an into a combatative (sp?) stance. Reminiscent of Noj's shadow, she assumes it is the same type of creature, though larger, and calls out to it:\n\n \"Hello there! Have you found a way out of here?\" "
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n\nStopping her barrage and waiting to see what this new development will amount to, Myriel crosses her arms and readies herself for a fight-if that is a guardian, it will be needed."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nVirmas pauses from looking for a space in the ceiling to pass through and comes down, looking at the cloud oddly."
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\nEthan instinctively covers his mouth and nose with one of his hands, seemingly still caught in the habits of life. Finally snapping into action, he pulls on his long sessions of training, and begins to assess the magical energies in the area, focusing on the smoke.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nDetect Magic, Spellcraft (1d20+10)[ 13 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "The smoke coalesces into a huge undead monstrosity, hideous to behold. The head, hands and torso of what used to be either a very large human or a very small giant end in ten thin, whip-like black tentacles that extend twenty feet beyond the creature's main body, the upper part only of a mummified man's remains-though without the wrappings-radiating a palpable aura of evil. Black ooze seems to drip from the creature but quickly disperses into black smoke and red malignant magic smolders in its eyes..."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\n(From about 35' away) \"Ah, another one. Can you help us get out of here? We're trapped, and we'd like to leave.\" \n \n Spoiler \nEdit-- I choose you, my good buddy, for dodge ball!\n\nnon corporeal AC: 24, all touch.\n\nCoporeal AC: 31, Touch 19, FF 22\n\nCurrently non corporal.\n "
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nSuzette slides down the wall with surprisingly more grace than she had climbing up, ending up next to jacob. She looks up at the creature attently and awaits its answer to their questions.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSlow fall 20ft to slide down without taking damage.\n Initiative - (1d20+9)[ 12 ](21) and I declare my dodge on you! the creature (AC 32, 20 touch)\n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nThe Oathbreaker will do what he does best: lie (free action conversation, not feint) \"Thank goodness you're here! These other creatures were trying to escape but we killed them all\" waves a 'club' toward the heaped bodies we will return to our cells if you'd only let us\" { Bluff (1d20+16)[ 28 ] } (he doesn't even try to hide the smirk on his face, so thats a penalty if it's even listening I guess)\nOh, and it's my dodge buddy."
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nwatching the mist-creature coalesce into its normal form, the patchwork man can't help but shudder.\n Is that what I'll end up being? A monster of mist and tentacles? \nNoj murmurs a prayer of protection he'd learned long ago, the syllables strangely bell-like in the gloom. As he does, spiraling out of the ground by the new monstrosity comes a black shadowy scarecrow. Noj's scarecrow. It leers and cackles and dances, twirling about on its post in a grim fandango. Noj shudders and jerks along with the scarecrow, clearly growing more and more upset.\n \"No...NO!\" he shouts, his voice scratching like torn velvet, \"I'll not become like you! Damn you....DAMN YOU!\" He thrusts an accusing finger forward and for a moment shadows lick at the tentacled monstrosity...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCast Protection from Evil on self.\nDark Companion moves to opposite side of newcomer. (-2 to saves and AC)\nThen Free Action to use Hexblade's Curse Will DC 18 or The target of a hexblade’s curse takes a –2 penalty on attacks, saves, ability checks, skill checks, and weapon damage rolls for 1 hour thereafter.\nDeclare Dodge on the Creature. Assuming it's Evil, new AC is 33.\n "
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\nEthan knew he should be afraid, he should be frightened, but he simply wasnt. He blamed the shock of the recent event for that one. Ethan knew that he was not much use without a weapon, but he decided to prepare himself for the inevitable attack anyway.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSearching for something to be used as a weapon (an iron bar from the doors perhaps) (1d20+12)[ 16 ] , designating \"Big Ugly\" as the dodged opponent.\n "
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myrel \n\nSeeing the newcomer is a hideous undead monstrosity-OK, an undead monstrosity more hideous than those in the group anyway-Myrel does not resort to pleasantries. She immediately launches a bolt of sonic energy at the creature.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n attack - (1d20+11)[ 9 ](20) \n damage - (2d6)[ 2 ][ 5 ](7) \n "
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nSeeing that his magics had released a monstrosity, Hellstar felt responsible but unafraid -- he had, after all, faced undead before. Nothing quite so hideous, but monster nonetheless. He had to remind himself that undead were immune to certain mortal concerns like fear, and that he was probably benefiting from that fact more than he'd like to admit.\n\n \"Prudence may be the better part of valor, but I doubt it's here to talk.\" he says as he backs up, giving himself nearly 60 feet of space between him and the mass of tentacles. His newfound speed should give him room to maneuver around the thing, but he has no idea how fast it can move. He gathers eldritch energies in his hands, and scans the room for some sort of advantage he could use against it. Maybe collapsing the roof onto it, or ... Everything I think of requires spells I don't have memorized! \n \n Spoiler \n\nCurrent AC: 23. touch 13\n\n Initiative - (1d20+8)[ 9 ] \nSee if I can recognize what that thing is, or at least figure out what might be a good course of action:\n Knowledge Arcana - (1d20+13)[ 28 ] \n Knowledge Religion - (1d20+11)[ 16 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "Not waiting for anyone else to attempt a parley with the creature, Myriel blasts it with magic of her own that, surprisingly, has no effect. Like some denizens of the lower planes, this being seems to have a resistance against elemental attacks.\nVilmas turns fully incorporeal and, standing away from the creature, waits to see what the creature will do.\nSuzette glides down slowly as if by a feather fall magic-though no magic aura emanates from her-and lands on her feet without a sound.\nEthan searches for a weapon around the room then realises his own hands are probably as good as a steel blade when it comes to fighting now.\nAs Hellstar moves well away from the creature and Jacob tries to bluff his way past the fight, Noj bestows a portion of his curse upon it, his shadow double laughing crazily, and invoces a charm of protection. Surprisingly-to him anyway-magic responds to his wispered charm and forms a barrier against evil around him.\nIts tentacles writhing and extending, the undead monstrosity reaches out to anyone too close to it. Alaeth, Noj, Jacob, Suzette, Myriel and Hellstar are slapped by a slimy tentacle each, the corruption in the creature almost making them vomit. But that is not nearly as dangerous as the necromantic energy coursing from the creature's tentacles into them. Flowing through their bodies, this spell of necromancy seeks to halt the flow of negative energy animating them and thus paralysing them outright. The energy seems to flow around Noj without touching him-perhaps a benefit of his protection from evil-but the others find their muscles responding less than before, on the verge of collapsing outright.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAnyone touched 'benefits' from halt undead will save DC 19. To keep acting you must make the save otherwise you're paralysed. Arcane Resistance and similar abilities apply. Noj's protection from evil shields him from that.\n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n Ghrrk! \n \n Spoiler \n\n Will Save (1d20+3)[ 12 ] \n\nOathbreaker spends the rest of the round paralyzed (and possibly the rest of the fight...)\n\nEdit: actually, if someone damages me I'll be free\n "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nNoj stares for a moment as the tentacle rebounds off of some unseen force. he could feel the corruption streaming off of the giant; a symbol of everything he feared becoming.\n Maybe I'm not damned yet...Maybe there's still hope. \nGrimly, The mummified man stalks forward and pivots on both feet, swinging his mighty fists around in a sledgehammer blow at the horrible creature in front of him.\n \n Spoiler \n\nPower Attack 4\n Attack - (1d20+8)[ 26 ] \n Damage - (1d6+16)[ 20 ] \nEDIT EDIT: Subtract 4 from damage; the Slam is not a two-handed weapon.\nEDIT: AC Vs. Thingy: 37\n \n\nTo his shock, the blow has far far more follow-through than he had expected. With a hideous crack , Noj faces the other way, his torso completely reversed on his waist, until whatever tension that still exists in his leathery muscles forces him back to facing forwards."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth resists the urge to cry out in shock as the tentacle slaps her—physical combat was not what she was best at! Or had not been, at least, before her... transformation... but she could feel magical energy stored within her in any case, ready to use.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWill save (1d20+5)[ 7 ] , will edit with actions once I know whether I can move.\n "
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n\n\nEasily ignoring the paralysing power of the undead thing, Myriel moves away in a blur to avoid any forthcoming melee attacks.\n The power of my patron defends me, fiend. I cannot be held. \nTurning around, she raises one hand and thin, jagged bolts of lightning-or what looks like lightning-strike out from each finger at the monster.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Force Lightning Eldritch Blast.\n attack - (1d20+11)[ 18 ](29) \n damage - (2d6)[ 5 ][ 5 ](10) \n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth is not so lucky as her sister; the necromantic energies powering her body drain away and leave her frozen in place, unable to utter the words that could perhaps take control of the foul entity set to guard them. Still, she may not be utterly helpless—her studies with her sister have taught her things most mages do not learn.\n\nShe draws on magical energies through sheer force of will. Heat drains out of the air around the creature, and black and blue flames flicker over its frame for a few moments before winking out.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUsing Fiery Burst; it's a supernatural ability, so she can do it even while paralyzed as long as she can take mental actions. If she can't even do that, I'll edit this out. (2d6)[ 5 ] fire damage, Reflex DC 24 half.\n\nAnd Knowledge (religion) (1d20+17)[ 36 ] , to see if she knows anything about what the creature is.\n "
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nOh, yes, attack the newcomer, then call him a fiend when he defends himself. And now it is too late to halt a fight.\n\n \n Spoiler \n will save - (1d20+8)[ 2 ](10) I'll wait to see if she can actually do anything.\n "
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n \n Spoiler \nSince I don't want to edit a post with a roll in it: Suzette was thinking that, not saying it. I just forgot the colour and italic.\n \n\n\nAs the creature lashes out at her with its tentacle, Suzette's attention is involuntarily drawn to the revolting, dark slime trail it leaves on her. \"Will I become just like this?\" flashes through her mind before a freezing cold bursts from the spot where she was hit and spreads through her body like an internal explosion of ice.\n\nShe wants to run over to Myriel and hold her down before she can do any more stupid things, she wants to yell out at the tentacled one and assure him that at least she doesn't mean it any harm, but whatever she might want, she isn't moving, as if the link between mind and body has been forcibly cut. Helpless and frustrated, Suzette has to watch how the fight unfolds."
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\nEthan realizes that he has to help stop this monstrousity. The others may be undead, but atleast they seemed partway reasonable. Then again, we did fire first. The thought continues in the back of his head as he runs towards the creature, his fist in full swing.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCharge, To hit: (1d20+9)[ 24 ] \nDamage: (1d6+4)[ 10 ] \nAC: 18 (19 vs the big guy with dodge) HP: 33\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n \"It would have been nice to at least see if it was like us, you know? Instead of attacking it outright. \n\nVirmas moves closer, becoming corporeal again, and is surprised at how quickly he moves.\n\nHe raises his arms above his head, bringing them down against the creature with a hard blow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAC: 23, including dodge declared on creature. Incorporeal.\n\nDouble move to the creature, and then power attacking for 3.\n\n (1d20+8)[ 9 ] \nDamage: (1d6+6)[ 9 ] \n\nI fumbled a natural attack. Do I drop my fist?\n "
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nAs Hellstar was putting some distance between himself and the creature, he gets as far as \"I'm pretty sure it's design-- Urk!\" before a tentacle catches him on the cheek. Necrotic energy flows out of him, a feeling he rather likes. He is powerless, but that strange coldness that kept him moving is subdued, for now.\n\n \n Spoiler \nQuestion: Hellstar had an eldritch blast readied ... could I try to fire one off, even though I might be off-target?\n \n\n\nStatus:\n \n Spoiler \n\nAC vs. 'it': full 28, flat-footed 25, touch 14\nHP: 27\nEffects: Mage Armor, All-Seeing Eyes, Entropic Warding\n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "Jacob, Alaeth, Suzette and Hellstar are immobilised by the vile undead being's paralysing touch but not without Alaeth answering with a bolt of fire. Alaeth's evoked flames seem to be capable of harming the creature unlike her sister's conjured orb of sound.\n\nIn answer to the creature's attack-or rather, continuing her own attack-Myriel blasts it with magic bolts that look like lightning she shoots out of her outstretched hand. Hitting the creature squarely, the bolt burns a head-sized hole in its torso, the stench of burned, rotting flesh spreading in the chamber.\n\nImmune to the creature's paralysing attack, Noj strikes out with his bare fist with a strength several times that of a common man. His blow, powerful enough to punch through iron, crushes one of the ribs protruding from the beast's torso, more damage than most weapons would have done but still less than Noj expected of his newfound strength-just like many undead, the creature's supernatural flesh is hard as iron.\n\nCharging at the tentacled horror, Ethan strikes with less strength than Noj but still enough to dent the creature's body. Much more than that would be needed though if they were to defeat it.\n\nClosing in his incorporeal form, Virmas strikes at the undead guardian while turning corporeal at the same time but misjudges the distance and his fist flies wide.\n\nIn retribution to the attacks by the group, the creature strikes out with its tentacles at everyone nearby, all except Myriel. Instead of using his paralysing attack-or maybe he can't-the undead guardian tries to crush you in its grip. Noj and Ethan are strong enough to throw the grasping tentacles off them and Virmas is, surprisingly, swift enough to avoid a not very well aimed blow. The four members of the group still held in the grip of the paralysing enchantment can do nothing to avoid the snare though. Even though their paralysis breaks at the creature's direct attack, they are momentarily disoriented and fumble for as long as it takes for the greature to get a good grip. The foul slime on its tentacles seeps into their undead flesh and a sudden weakness overcomes everyone held.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nJacob, Alaeth, Suzette and Hellstar take 12, 11, 8, 11 damage respectively (before DR-apply it yourselves) and 1 strength penalty. They are grappled and may try to escape (either with a grapple check or with an escape artist check) on their turn.\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nSeeing the holes created by magic, Virmas scowls. \"Here's where I wish I had a real weapon!\" \n\nHe slams he fists against the creature again.\n\n \n Spoiler \nPower attacking again for 3.\nAttack: (1d20+8)[ 20 ] \nDamage: (1d6+6)[ 9 ] \n \n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nCorporeal:\nAC: 31\nTouch: 19\nFlat: 23\nHP: 32/32\n "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nThe abyssal light that forms Noj's exposed eye flares again in the darkness as his blow strikes home. The crunch of that rib had been...satisfying. Exciting. For a moment, he had almost felt alive again.\nIn the heat of battle, Noj cackles, his voice forming an eerie duet of manical bloodlust with his shadow that still capers about the monster.\nNoj clenches his fists once more and turns on the worn heels of his boots. With a sound like a bone ratchet, he crouches and spins at the waist, the motion contorting his spine as no living man could manage. His long arms swing outstretched like vile cables as he sweeps them towards the creature's legs, trying to trip it up.\n \n Spoiler \n\nTrying for a Trip attack.\n Melee Touch - (1d20+12)[ 19 ] \n Strength Check - (1d20+8)[ 23 ] \n(If the curse affected the monster, it'll take a -2 penalty on its opposed strength)\n "
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\nAt seeing the creature's (appearent) vulnerabilty to lightening, Ethan focuses on his arcane training, as he attempts to dodge the creature's tentacles. Ethan bringning a pale nimbus of lightening around his hand. As the energy crackles around his hand, Ethan pull back, and then swings at the creature with full force. At contact, Ethan discharges the electric energy stored in his hand.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting Shocking Grasp definsively (DC 16)\nConcentration (1d20+7)[ 9 ] \nAttack [roll]1d20+7]\nDamage: (1d6+4)[ 8 ] physical + (3d6)[ 5 ] electric\nAC: 21 vs big ugly with dodge HP: 33\n\n(I'm assuming that with the +1 move action I can make 2 standard actions, if not, then just the shocking grasp)\n "
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nAs soon as the oozing tentacle touches him, Hellstar springs back to unlife. He has no time to react, however, and is instantly grappled. Reflexively he holds his breath, but two things flash across his mind: first, he doesn't need to breathe. Second, he wanted to finish his previous statement. But it was already clear the thing was specifically designed to keep undead where they belonged -- underground. But thinking of breath gave him another idea. Vampires are known to be able to take on a misty form, and so he concentrates, and imagines it in his mind.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf Hellstar is near the pile of bodies, he uses that as a route and double-moves (40 ft.) to a safe distance. Otherwise, he'll just move straight away from it.\n\nIs dismissing gaseous form a standard action?\n \n\n\nStatus:\n \n Spoiler \nAC vs. Keeper: 18 (10 + 4 dex + 4 force armor + 1 dodge - 1 flaw)\nHP: 26 / 27 EDIT: 27/27 because of Fast Healing\nEffects: Mage Armor, All-Seeing Eyes, Entropic Warding, Gaseous Form\n "
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nAs the slimy tentacle painfully wraps itself around her body like an abominal cross between a black slug and a constrictor snake, the warm feeling she had after waking up flows through her limbs again and with it, her self-control. Immediately, she twists to shrug off the filthy appendice.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Grapple Check - (1d20+14)[ 11 ](25) that's 3 base attack + 7 strength + 4 from Improved Grapple. Fast healing 3, current hitpoints = 30\n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth gasps in relief as the tentacle breaks the hold on her even as she struggles to get away from it, to no avail. She is stronger than she was in life, but only a little... and then as she struggles, her form shifts. In place of the elf woman, there is now a wolf with fur black as night being gripped by the creature's tentacle, easily the size of a small horse.\n\nMaking no sound, the wolf tries to rip itself out of the creature's grip and bound out of its reach.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWith Quick Change, it's a move action to change to dire wolf form. Grapple check to escape: (1d20+13)[ 21 ] . If she succeeds, Alaeth moves 50 feet away from the creature.\n\nHP: 31/31 (DR and fast healing). AC as dire wolf is 17, setting the thing as my dodge target for 18.\n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n \"By the GODS you stink!\" \n \n Spoiler \nHe attempts to break the grapple:\n\n Grapple (1d20+11)[ 22 ] \n\nIf I break the grapple I'll use the extra move action of mine to exit it's threat range (even though it provokes AoO, remember my mobility though...)\n\nFast Healing 3 kicks in, so current HP 30.\n "
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n Those of you who can attack from afar do so-and spread in different directions so it can't grab us all at once! \nWhile directing her allies to better effect-she appears to be arrogant enough to believe they should listen to her-Myriel blasts the abomination once more with Force Lightning an Eldritch Blast.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n attack - (1d20+11)[ 15 ](26) \n damage - (2d6)[ 2 ][ 6 ](8) \n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "Another bolt of eldritch energy blasts the undead guardian from Myriel's direction, punching yet another hole to its torso.\nMyriel's sister Alaeth is having problems though-even in her wolf form she can't escape the undead being's hold and her strength slowly leeches away.\nJacob, in trouble as well, tries to push off the tentacle holding him but his attempt proves futile as well. His strength too continues to diminish.\nSuzette, far stronger in undeath than the petite woman she appears to be manages to break the creature's hold and, using her supernatural speed, move away from it. No sense remaining within reach when her higher mobility would enable her to charge back and attack easily.\nHellstar, while not as strong as Suzette, has the presence of mind to turn into mist and use the hundreds of corpses littering the ground as cover until he's beyond the creature's reach as well.\nEthan casts a minor lightning spell at the undead monstrosity while simultaneously dodging its attacks. Succeeding, he discharges the built-up energy with a touch that burns away a portion of the creature's flesh.\nNoj, remembering from his time in the militia that a tripped and prone opponent is easy to dispatch attempts to use that tactic against the tentacled monster. Its many tentacles and greater size however give it substantial stability and it retains its balance.\nAttacking again, this time Virmas manages to connect-though his blow seems not to be doing more than negligible damage.\n\nDespite being undead, the Guardian is not stupid. It realises Myriel has so far harmed it almost as much as the rest of the group combined-to say nothing of her being the first to strike a blow in the fight. Slithering forward and dragging its two victims along with it until its long tentacles can reach her, it lashes out and manages to get a hold of her. The sorceress, not being used to physical combat, is a relatively easy target. The corosive slime of the tentacled undead covering her and seeping into her pores begins to diminish Myriel's strength though despite its strength, the monster cannot harm her physically.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n12 damage to Alaeth, 15 damage to Jacob, 10 damage to Myriel. Strength penalty increases to 2 for Alaeth and Jacob, strength penalty 1 to Myriel.\n "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nNoj is also not blind to the effect the woman's magic has been having on the creature. Hitching up his ragged trousers, the gangly cadaver vaults across the charnal ground until he stands next to the ravishing woman and murmurs his prayer once more...It had worked for him; Maybe it would work for her...\n(Drawing AoO and moving to Myriel, then casting Protection from Evil on her)"
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nOathbreaker, attempting anything to get free, feels himself get lighter, less substantial. Smirking at the possibilities of the abilities he's discovering he says \"Here one minute, gone the next...\" \n \n Spoiler \nHe uses his standard action to take Gaseous Form and move 20ft. (because of two move actions) toward the nearest door thats torn off it's frame (outside the creature's threat range of course).\n\nFast Healing 3 so I'm at 18hp\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nGrowling, Virmas moves and picks up one of the doors, moving back again and swinging it at the huge creature.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAssuming I can pick up the door and get back to the creature to wield at as a weapon.\n\nProbably around 100 pounds?\n\nIf so... Attack: (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \n (3d6+3)[ 10 ] \n\nIf not, normal attack on it.\n (1d20+11)[ 14 ] \n (1d6+3)[ 9 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nFiltering through the bodies was quite the experience. It may have provided cover from the monster, but it was a mind-altering experience. The intensity of being in a pile of bodies was indescribable. In fact, the more Hellstar used his new powers, the more his mind was being twisted.\n\nDismissing his form, Hellstar reappears about 50 feet away from the inky horror. He dashes to within 30 feet, launches an eldritch blast, and dashes back to safety. He doesn't have the time to launch an eldritch blast yet, but he charges his hands with energy and readies himself should the creature make a move towards him.\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \n Dismissing a spell is a free action, no? Otherwise I will edit my post to fit. I'm also assuming that the battle grid is laid out in such a way as to enable the maneuver above; let me know if it isn't.\n\nRolls:\n EB attack - (1d20+8)[ 15 ](23) (3 BAB + 4 Dex + 1 Point Blank Shot)\n EB damage - (2d6+1)[ 4 ][ 3 ](8) (Point Blank Shot) \n\nDismissing a spell is a standard action; my previous decision is null and void. Instead he is readying a move action to keep a minimum distance of 30' from the creature.\n\nStatus:\nAC / FF / touch: 23 / 20 / 13, Dodge target is Keeper.\nHP: 27/27\nEffects: Mage Armor, All-Seeing Eye, Entropic Warding\n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nThe battering she is getting is not really affecting the wolf-elf, but a growl arises deep in the black wolf's throat as she sees the tentacled warden snatch at her sister. She can feel her strength leeching away slowly; clearly this method is less efficient than those employed by the others. The wolf dissolves into tendrils of black mist, which drift out of the warden's clutch.\n\n \n Spoiler \nGaseous Form, move 40' away. Moving in the opposite direction as Myriel.\n "
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n\nInstead of trying to escape the creature's grasp and lose time doing so, Myriel strikes back at it with her powers, arcs of lightning cascading over the creature's form from her hands. If she was lucky, the creature would be dead before it leeched all her strength away.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nUsing an SU ability is a purely mental action so I can do so while grappling. Shooting an EB at point-blank range shouldn't require an attack roll-I'm already touching the thing-but rolling just in case:\n attack - (1d20+11)[ 10 ](21) \n damage - (2d6)[ 3 ][ 6 ](9) \n "
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\nEthan follows in the creature's wake, not wanting to give it time to recuperate. As soon as he reaches the creature again, he focuses his arcane might once more to create another glowing nimbus of electricity in his palm. As soon as it forms, he reaches out and discharges it into the creature's back, hoping the creature would turn around and abandon it's new prey, the one which has been the most effective in the fight.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTouch Attack: (1d20+7)[ 8 ] \nDamage [Electric]: (3d6)[ 10 ] \n\nEdit: ooh, thats not gonna be pretty...\n "
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nDoing her best to stay out of reach of the creature, Suzette makes her way to where Jacob's misty form is retreating.\n\n \"Jacob, do you think you could carry me up to where we had been making a hole in the ceiling? I want to see what happens if we make it bigger. I'm not going to fight someone who's merely defending himself to an unprovoked attack, but I have no intention of being kept prisoner either.\" "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "Even while held immobile Myriel bites-more magical energy flows from her to the undead guardian, the creature's body beginning to smoke even though some of its previous wounds are beginning to repair themselves.\nDiscovering another vampiric ability, \"Jacob\" turns into a cloud of mist as well, floating away from the guardian and towards one of the splintered and broken iron doors. Alaeth likewise dissolves and joins him then moves in the other direction, realising that spreading out will make it impossible for the creature to target them all at once.\nSuzette decides not to fight the undead guardian and withdraws towards Jacob. Still in his gaseous form Jacob could not carry her anywhere and wether he will once he reverts to his true form is yet to be seen.\nReforming into his human-looking form, Hellstar retreats almost up to the wall away from the creature. Still slow from his use of this mist-form-thingy vampires do, he's not sure he can react against the monster in time.\nEthan tries to use his lightning spell against the horror again but this time swings wildly, missing the target and failing to even touch the tentacled horror.\nLeaping towards Myriel, Noj feels a tentacle slapping against his back but twists free with relative ease and his newfound resilience and ability to recover from wounds prevent any damage. Touching the sorceress while wispering his protective charm a second time, he bestows upon her defencive magic.\nVirmas picks up one of the doors that have been ripped of their hinges rather than broken to pieces or blasted away but realises the creature was about to lash out anew. Better to wait for it to act rather than attack and get hit while still running at it.\n\nNow quite angry at Myriel-obviously so despite its rotten features-the undead monster from the magic circle growls and a red flash surrounds Myriel once and she collapses in a nerveless heap in its grasp. The tentacle holding her lets her fall none-too-gently face-down on the floor amidst several rotten corpses.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou note the creature has fast healing just a bit better than your own (around 5).\nHellstar can't ready an action-he has only move actions left-so he moves away in a position opposite another party member so there's an even spread of group members around the thing.\nNoj draws an AoO that misses due to extreme natural armor. The Keeper is not taking AoOs against those in gaseous form because he can't grapple them and can't realyl damage them either.\nVirmas moves to and picks up a door but doesn't have enough move left to both reach the creature and attack in this round. Rather than risking a possible AoO and not attacking anyway, he waits.\nMyriel takes enough strength penalty to reduce her to 0 strength and is paralysed. She's dumped on the floor face-down so she can't see the creature to attack it with magic either.\n "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nNoj watches dispassionately as Myriel sinks to the ground\n Lucky. \nStalking forward once more, Noj pistons forward with a powerful fist at the ceature...\n \n Spoiler \n\nPower Attack 4, Intimidating Strike 0\n Attack - (1d20+8)[ 27 ] \n Damage - (1d6+12)[ 18 ] \n Intimidate - (1d20+24)[ 35 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nThe black mist reforms into Alaeth, striding away further out of the creature's reach; she has no intention of being caught again. Her expression is coolly dispassionate... until she half-turns and sees Myriel unmoving and face-down on the floor. She jerks to a halt, lips drawn back into a snarl that reveal her fangs. She had been planning on trying to take control of the creature's necromantic energy, as it was the most efficient way to counter this threat and hopefully aid them, but if it had ended her sister... She would still do so, but if her sister were dead she made a silent promise to herself that this thing would not last a day longer.\n\n \n Spoiler \nReforming about sixty-five feet away, on the basis that it will probably go for Hellstar or others attacking it rather than her. She also makes sure she's as close to opposite from it as she can get.\n "
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nHellstar grinds his teeth as Myriel falls. Not that he feels any particular sympathy for her -- he's just worried that he might be next. But fighting undead is his specialty, and it's about time this horror fell.\n\nMoving eerily close to the monster, Hellstar brings his hands together in a praying motion, mumbles a chant, and claps his hands suddenly. They each glow with a whitish light, which he throws at the oozing Keeper. Then he quickly shuffles back to a safe distance.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCasting Life Bolt (Magic of Faerun, p105) Blast of Force\n 2 rays, ranged touch @ +8 AB, 2d4 positive energy 2d6 force damage + 2d6 of same for undead bane magic + 1 for PBS , -2 hp for me. \n ray 1 attack - (1d20+8)[ 20 ](28) \n ray 1 damage - (2d4+1)[ 1 ][ 4 ](6) \n ray 1 bane damage - (2d6)[ 6 ][ 1 ](7) \n ray 2 attack - (1d20+8)[ 17 ](25) \n ray 2 damage - (2d4+1)[ 1 ][ 3 ](5) \n ray 2 bane damage - (2d6)[ 5 ][ 3 ](8) \n\nEDIT: New damage rolls in OOC.\n\nHe was around 50' away, moved to 30', cast, and moved back out to 60'\n\nStatus:\nAC/flat/touch: 23/20/13\nHP: 25/27 27/27\n "
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\nEthan recognizes that the threat is even worse now than it was before, at least before Myriel was its causing it a great deal of damage; and though he wouldn't admit it to himself, he was safe so long as she remained his target.\n\nWith a wild ferocity, that had only been acquired in undeath, Ethan swings his fist into the creature with all his might.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAttack (1d20+7)[ 23 ] \nDamage (1d6+4)[ 9 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nSecretly glad that yet another person who threatened him is either dead or harmless ( another? I guess there have been others... ), Oathbreaker reforms outside the creature's threat range. As he hears Suzette he weighs the possiblity of a second gaurdian summoning vs. the possibility of freedom. Ever chaotic (and secretly longing for the familiar thrill that danger brings, which has been strangely muted since he awoke in that cell) he stows a 'club', takes her hand and climbs the wall whisper-singing \"Clever got me this far, then tricky got me in...\" \n \n Spoiler \nI'm guessing that I have only to move outside its threat range, standard action to reform, move action to stow club and spider climb, and free action to take an offered hand. I believe that means I am now 'wielding' Suzette in one arm and a club in the other. I don't know if that leaves her without dex bonus to AC (I hope not) but at the very least one of her hands is occupied.\n\nI really think this is a bad idea, but I'm not really gonna hurt this thing unless I have a bastard sword or two in my hands so meh...\n\nFast Healing 3 brings me back to 21hp\n\n-lyrics from \"The Package\" by Perfect Circle\n "
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nThe moment he starts walking over the ceiling, Suzette grabs hold of Jacob with both hands. Once they reach the spot where the stonework has been damaged, she kicks at it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n first attack - (1d8+7)[ 5 ](12) and if moving over there is only one move action, she flurries for another second attack - (1d8+7)[ 4 ](11) \n\nYes, this might turn out a bad idea, but \"I'm gonna hit that thing it's protecting\" has destroyed many a lich. Plus, I was counting on drawing attention away from Myriel, but that is sort of a moot point now ☹️\n\nIf the creature paralyses me again, you have my permission to wield me as an improvised weapon. After all, I could still channel Ki 😏\n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "Jacob takes once more his physical form and easily lifts Suzette off the ground with one hand while climbing up the wall and ceiling.\nAlaeth also reverts to her physical form and, anger filling her as she sees her sister struck down, is more than ready to send the monster back to its grave.\nSuzette, despite the akward angle, manages a solid hit against the trapdoor, chips of stone flying left and right from the stone that anchors it in place but not from the door itself-the magic circle still shields it. Much more than one kick would be needed to crack open a thirty-foot stone door though and an angry growl can be heard from the monster below.\nHellstar blasts the creature with magic like Myriel did before though his own spells are more suited to combating undead than hers. The blast of force that strikes the creature burns away a fist-sized hole and more of the vile smoke spreads in the room.\nEthan strikes at the creature again but as before his blows seem ineffectual compared to those of the others. He is neither as strong nor as adept in magic as some of the other members of the group.\nNoj on the other hand strikes the creature with such strength that one protruding rib breaks off completely along with a sizable chunk of flesh, a blow more damaging than anything the group has used so far.\nVirmas, attacking in a two-handed door-whacking style, smites the undead guardian with the rusty door. Unfortunately, the door slips in his hand a bit and the blow does nowhere near the damage it would, had it landed solidly.\n\nProving once again that it is not a stupid automaton, the undead horror torns its attention to Noj. A thin, red-black ray of necromantic energy strikes out from the end of a tentacle and Noj feels a great portion of his strength abandoning him. Where before his hands could cut iron like clay now they only feel as strong as those of an above-average human.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nNoj takes a -12 strength penalty. The creature is seriously wounded now.\n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nLaughing at the creature's angry cries and sizzling flesh, Oathbreaker goads it \"Oh no! You'd better hurry! I think we're getting away!\" as he attacks the same spot Suzette is attacking with a meaty 'club' swat and a kick!\n \n Spoiler \nIt never says that a slam has to be with a fist or arm in the monster manual so...\n\nMeaty 'Club' Smack (1d4+7)[ 10 ] \nSlam Kick (1d6+7)[ 9 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nFinding once again that using her undead strength to destroy things is immensely satisfying, Suzette continues to hammer away at the stone, a smile spreading across her face as the stone chippings fly around her.\n\n \n Spoiler \n first hit - (1d8+7)[ 3 ](10) and second hit - (1d8+7)[ 4 ](11) \n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth darts back towards the monster, the words to a spell that would seixe its necromantic energy on her lips—but the words die there before she says them. The creature has not shown the singleminded persistence that an undead automaton would; instead, it has shown cunning, betraying at least some controlling intelligence. The spell was tenuous against those undead who still possessed minds.\n\nBesides, she did not want this creature under her thrall. She wanted it destroyed beyond all hope of restoration. A startling bloodthirst wells up in her, although this creature possessed no true blood, and she drains heat out of the air again. Black fires burst into being for a few moments, dancing about the thing's head, and Alaeth darts back again, keeping her distance from the creature.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove to within 30 feet, use Fiery Blast, move back again. (2d6)[ 10 ] fire damage, Reflex DC 24 half.\n "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \n Hurk! \nNoj staggers as the corruption floods through his skeletal frame and saps his strength. Nonetheless, the scarecrow man punches again with a sledgehammer fist.\n \n Spoiler \n\n Attack - (1d20+6)[ 12 ] \n Damage - (1d6+2)[ 6 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nVirmas grips the door tighter, swinging it again. \"Damnable creature, go back to death!\" \n \n Spoiler \nGoing on the assumtion that we can slam with legs...\nAttack with door: (1d20+4)[ 5 ] \nDamage: (3d6+3)[ 13 ] \n\nSecondary leg slam: (1d20+6)[ 24 ] \nDamage: (1d6+3)[ 7 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\nAware that his actions in this fight have not been as great as those with him, Ethan is unrelenting in his attack. He pulls back his fist, and drives it once more into the creature, hoping that it would be the final blow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nattack: (1d20+7)[ 14 ] \nDamage: [roll]16+4[/roll]\nAC: 21 HP: 33\n "
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n \"I think we almost got him!\" Hellstar yells as he repeats his newfound technique. With his arcane energies still recovering, he instead fires off an eldritch blast.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAgain, dash in to 30', blast, dash back out.\n EB attack - (1d20+8)[ 3 ](11) \n EB damage - (2d6+1)[ 1 ][ 2 ](4) \n\nStatus:\nAC/flat/touch: 23/20/13\nHP: 27/27\nEffects: Mage Armor, All-Seeing Eyes, Entropic Warding\n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "Jacob still holds Suzette near the door with one hand so she can bring it down and, despite his desire to do some damage himself, realises his vampiric ability to walk on walls isn't powerful enough to hold him and Suzette both without at least three limbs touching the wall.\nAlaeth evokes another blast of fire, dealing considerable damage to the undead guardian. The creature is weakening-but so are her allies and her sister is already down. They must bring it down before it does so to them..\nSuzette continues her attack on the door despite the angry growls of the guardian. Each blow brings the door closer to opening and then they might not need to kill the creature-they could escape and leave it behind.\nHellstar's eldritch bolt strikes the creature and does considerably more damage than he expected. It appears his innate magics are close enough to spells to benefit from his special training against the undead.\nEthan strikes at the creature again, this tim his blow little more than scratching the fiend. He either needs to find a good weapon quickly or reconsider his prioroties-his undead metamorphosis hasn't empowered him much in the unarmed combat department.\nNoj, weakened by the creature's malevolent magic, is unable to even scratch it this time-his blow glances off its rotten torso with little effect.\nVirmas, attacking with his door once more, slips, swings wildly and totally misses the undead horror, dropping the door in the process. Swiftly, he picks up the door again with his vampiric speed but this doesn't diminish his embarassment at dropping a weapon during combat.\n\nThe hideous guardian, perhaps realising Suzette and \"Jacob\" are nearing their goal of opening the trapdoor, shoots another red-black ray at Jacob. Hitting him squarely, the bolt leeches off the majority of his strength and, combined with Suzette's added weight, this drags him off the wall and into a twenty-foot downwards fall. Suzette slams on the floor hard, not expecting such a fall, and only a split second later Jacob lands on top of her."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n \"I'm going to beat your bloody skull in!\" \n \n Spoiler \nPower attacking for 3.\nAttack: (1d20+1)[ 6 ] \nDamage: (3d6+9)[ 19 ] \n\nBy the way, I'm a shade. :P\n "
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nThoroughly pleased by how well that last bolt did against their foe, Hellstar prepares himself to unleash another bolt of force. Wait, our foe? Why should I be feeling kinship among undead? Brushing aside his misgivings, Hellstart speeds towards the creature, lets his magics fly, and moves back a ways.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSame deal. Move, blast, move.\n\n Blast of Force attack - (1d20+8)[ 9 ](17) \n Blast of Force damage - (4d6+1)[ 6 ][ 4 ][ 5 ][ 1 ](17) (2 dice base, 2 dice bane, 1 pt PBS)\n\nStatus:\nAC/flat/touch: 23/20/13\nHP: 27/27\nEffects: Mage Armor, All-Seeing Eyes, Entropic Warding\n "
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nFinally catching on that yes, the creature is there to keep them from getting out, Suzette rolls Jacob off of her, gets up, and glares at it angrily. She then slowly walks over to it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n falling damage - (4d6)[ 3 ][ 5 ][ 5 ][ 2 ](15) \nSince falling is part of your move and she has to roll Jacob off, get up from a prone position and walk over, she can't attack yet.\n "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nWith a single-minded tenacity, Noj strikes again. His misgivings seem lost in the frenzy of battle, and he gives a muffled cackle as he strike blow after blow with his fists.\n Attack - (1d20+6)[ 11 ] \n Damage - (1d6+2)[ 3 ] \nAlthough to little effect."
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": " Ethan \n\nEthan pulls his fist back once more, readying for another strike, but doesnt follow through. Seeing as how magic was more effective earlier, and realizing that many creatures are resistant to physical damage, Ethan decides on a completely different course of action. Focusing on his arcane teachings, Ethan's hands begin to flow into a complicated set of gestures, as he himself mutters a short incantation under his breath. A ray of positive energy extends from his hand, and towards the creature.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nCasting Disrupt Undead\nRanged touch attack: (1d20+7)[ 25 ] \nDamage: (1d6)[ 3 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n\nSeeing as how her sister, at least, is worried about her, Myriel enters her mist-form and moves as far away from the creature as she can. At least in this form she can move around, even if she cannot use any offencive powers or speak."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAs the creature continues draining the energy from her companions, Alaeth scowls, one again skirting closer to the creature. Again, she contemplates a choice spell, but now her allies are close enough to the creature to make that difficult. She contents herself with another burst of dark flames and retreats again, dark eyes glittering predatorily even as she wonders whether her precautions are worth anything; the creature has had little trouble attacking them from a distance so far.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMove into range, Fiery Burst (2d6)[ 6 ] , move back away.\n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n \"Well sensei, You were right, clumsy and arrogant\" Oathbreaker says reflexively, not even knowing exactly why ( must have said it often ) he thinks. Not quite sure if he can tackle the monster all de-strengthified he swats at the floor angrily as he gets up ( at least my anger doesn't seem muted )\n \n Spoiler \nSorry for the confusion with Slam. Guess it really was a wording thing and up to the DM. As to my actions...\n4 points into Combat Expertise as I 'attack' the floor (you need to make an attack action for the feat to work) and use a move action to get up, and another to enter the creature's threat range.\n\nHow much damage did I take from the fall?\nHow much strength damage did I take?\n\nFast Healing brings me to 24hp\n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "As Myriel retreats in shadow form, \"Jacob\" moves off of Suzette, finding lifting himself off her very difficult, most of his strength having been drained. Maybe he did want to get on top of one of the \"babes\" but not like that and not in the middle of the fight either. Blinking with supernatural speed towards the creature, he strikes it with all his might-and fails to even scratch it.\nAlaeth conjures yet another blast of flame but this time the creature manages to dodge most of it, taking no more than a slight burn in its shriveled hand.\nSuzette comes to her feet quickly, not having to push Jacob off-even weakened he was just a bit faster than her-and launches herself at the undead horror, striking it with a powerful punch.\nHellstar's blast once more proves the most effective attack against the undead horror, burning off another hole in its torso, pus and rot dripping on the ground.\nEthan tries to disrupt the energies that animate the vile creature but his attack is feeble at best-a spell so minot would not be expected to do much against the horror.\nNoj once again wields his bare fists at the creature but with most of his strength drained, he does little more than a few scratches.\nVirmas decides to put all his strength in a mighty two-handed blow with his door but that doesn't do much good to his aim, already fouled by the door's massive bulk. Naturally, he misses as he swings wildly...\n\nRealising it is in dire peril, the creature disperses into black smoke and hides below and within the piles of dead bodies in the room, biding its time until its ability to recover from wounds heals it up...\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nOathbraker has taken a total of -15 strength penalty. 13 from the last attack and another 2 from the grapple.\n "
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nAfter watching her target literally go up in smoke, Suzette longingly looks up at the ceiling.\n\n If only I could fly... but I can't. And I wouldn't want this thing making me fall down again, anyway. \n\nShe walks over to the body pile, looking closely for any sign of the black smoke, ready to whack at it if she does, flinging bodies out of the way if necessary.\n\n \n Spoiler \n spot - (1d20+15)[ 8 ](23) I don't know if we can still hit it, but just in case:\n first attack - (1d20+8)[ 10 ](18) for damage - (1d8+7)[ 5 ](12) \n second attack - (1d20+8)[ 7 ](15) for damage - (1d8+7)[ 7 ](14) \nA monk's unarmed attack is considered magical for overcoming DR\n\n23 hp, 32 AC, 20 touch (with dodge)\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nVirmas dumps the door, before going incorporeal again. He rushes through the pile of bodies, searching it for the creature.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCorrupting Touch if he manages to find it.\n (1d20+11)[ 21 ] Touch attack.\n (1d6)[ 1 ] damage\n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nOathbreaker, frustrated, hurt, and incapable of hurting the monster, retreats to a nearby cell to heal, hide, and think about what he can possibly do the escape this hellish dungeon.\n \n Spoiler \nHe once again punches a wall for 4 points of combat expertise and attempts a hide check.\n\n Hide (1d20+4)[ 15 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth likewise has no intention of letting the creature escape; she moves through the bodies, ignoring what would normally be a nauseating experience—she has other things on her mind right now. She attempts to find an exposed section of the smoke, methodically scourging it with her summoned fire again.\n\nHer strides take her closer to Myriel, and her shoulders relax in relief as she sees her sister take a mistlike form; Myriel was still alive. Or as alive as could be expected, at any rate.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTrying to find an exposed section and hitting it with Fiery Blast. (2d6)[ 7 ] , Reflex DC 24 half as usual. If you need a Search or Spot check to find part of the creature to target, Search (1d20+27)[ 40 ] or Spot (1d20+13)[ 18 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\nEthan is momentarily surprised when the creature turned to mist, but this made him realize just how dangerous it is. Even if they escaped, it could simply float after them and attack again. Ethan had assumed the original smoke was part of a summoning spell, but it seems that he was wrong. Ethan, caught in a frenzy to finding the creature, flicks the bodies aside without realizing what he's doing, or how easily he's doing it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \"Search\" - (1d20+12)[ 30 ] \n \"spot\" - (1d20+11)[ 27 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nOne moment Hellstar is relieved that the creature has fallen back, and the next he realizes that it will be next to impossible to find it in that pile. \"Alaeth, Virmas, Suzette. That thing has incredible regenerative capacity. It will be at full strength in another minute or two. I think we should focus on dropping the door instead of wading through hundreds of bodies. It will take too long.\" \n\nHellstar finds his way up the wall and to the point on the ceiling where Suzette was breaking through, and starts slamming it with his fist.\n\n \n Spoiler \n damage - (1d6+1)[ 6 ](7) \n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "The search for the undead guardian-turned-mist does not last long. Only a few moments after it vanishes in the midst of the corpses, Alaeth finds a patch of mist hidden beneath the bloated body of a drowned man. Before it has a chance to hide again, Alaeth blasts it with a burst of fire that burns away a substantial portion of the already feeble remaining mist and soon, with the creature found, the rest of the party concentrate their attacks on it. In an anguished wail that reverberates in the walls of the chamber, the mist disperses, the guardian finally dead.\n\nThe symbol on the door flares once then begins to fade, first the binding diagram then the central rune that holds the trapdoor closed. The damaged trapdoor groans, stone grating on stone, then suddenly opens up, the thirty-foot stone leaning at an angle, a flight of stairs carved on its upper surface."
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nAn odd ambiguous feeling takes hold of Suzette now that the Guardian is dead. On the one hand, she is satisfied that the way out is clear now, but on the other... that one hit she had given it had felt really good. Something akin to the experience of a cup of sweet, clear water after a long journey in hot weather. Slapping those tendrils of black mist at the end hadn't come close to it.\n\nMaking her way out of the heap of bodies and towards Jacob, she looks at herself. The water oozing out of her is slowly dissolving and mingling the puss, blood, slime and unidentifiable chunky bit from the Guardian and the corpses that she's waded through. As a result, her clothes look a bit like a vile work of modern art with blotches, runs and streaks through the different types of gore, except for the slime trail from the monster's tentacle. That tarry substance seems to be water repellant.\n\n \"Are you allright, Jacob? What did that creature hit you with?\" "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nVirmas looks around, first to the body of whatever the creature was, and then to the others, before finally looking at the new exit. \"I do have to wonder. Was that creature supposed to keep us down here and quiet, or was it a test by whoever created us to see what we could do? The newly open door is strange.\" \n\nVirmas, still incorporeal, will slowly float up the stairs to peek just slightly above the top. He doesn't notice that he goes invisible again.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHide: (1d20+28)[ 30 ] + 20 for moving invis.\n\nMove Silent: (1d20+28)[ 29 ] \n\nAs an incorporeal, I don't think I make any sound anyways, since I don't have a body to scrap against anything, but rolled the Move Silent anyways.\n "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nWith a crackle and a hiss, Noj lets his arms fall to his side, and the glow in his eyes fades for a moment. The shadow scarecrow wordlessly spirals into the stone floor and vanishes. He didn't feel tired. Weaker, perhaps, but he knew if it came down to it, he could punch and strike and fight for hours. Whatever foul ritual had instilled him with life had granted him strength and endurance as well. And now the door was open. A world full of the living, any one of whom would scream and run away at the very sight of him. Did he even belong out of this crypt?\n\n Screw that. I'm not spending eternity here. \n\nLifting his bandaged head, Noj looks up, and begins walking up the stairs towards freedom."
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\nThe fight opened something inside Ethan's mind, inside whatever is left of his soul. Though he was almost ineffective in the fight, it brought out a certain kind of excitement, a thrill he didn’t feel before. In the back of his mind, he knew what it was. This was what being alive felt like. He had always considered any conflict to be in poor taste, to be a necessity, but now things were beginning to change.\n\nOnly now did he begin to accept that he might be an undead creature. Overall, it didn’t feel too different than from being alive. Except for the cold.\n\n \"So, how are we going to get out of here?\" Ethan asks, and as he does his body begins to fade and dematerialize slowly. Tendrils of wispy smoke began replacing what used to be limbs. Until he was nothing but mist. \"Wow, this is amazing...\" his disembodied voice emanates from the mist, as he floats in place."
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n \"Presumably by climbing the stairs.\" Hellstar takes a few tentative steps to see where the newly opened hole goes. Finally ... now I can end this unnatural existence. Provided that it's light outside, of course ... But even as he thought these things, he started to lost his determination to follow through with them. Unlife was treating him pretty well, all things considered.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSo what happened to the sound of pitched battle upstairs? and what can we see through the opening?\n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nResponding to Suzette's question as he slowly emerges from the cell, Oathbreaker will warily look at the newly emerged staircase. \"I'm unhurt, but sorta...drained, I feel like I could barely lift a sword. Wierd.\" He shakes his head and laughs a little \"Kill the gaurdian and the door just opens? Ha, yeah right. Sounds like a con to me, but since we can't stay here...\" He clumsily picks up a door shard (a 20lb. jagged shard will do) keeps one 'club', fumbles over the corpses and exits the room (slightly towards the rear of the group, but not at the end). I'm so feeble... and shaky... "
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nSuzette, feeling slightly responsible since it was her idea that got Jacob attacked, stays towards the back of the group as well. When they reach the stairs, she once more looks down to see if she can find any footprints that might show her a way out or tell her what else lurks here.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Survival - (1d20+11)[ 7 ](18) \n "
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\n \"That’s not what I meant. Like our companion there put it, it seems too simple. The door simply opening as soon as we kill the guardian is a bit too convenient. Don’t take this the wrong way, but its foolish to assume that anything here,\" and Ethan tries to wave a hand, completely forgetting that he is currently nothing more than formless mist, \"is convenient for us. Who ever did this is likely to test that we are a success, or worse, wants only those that are deemed worthy to 'survive', as it were.\" \n\nIt takes Ethan a moment to realize that this is the most he's said to anyone since waking up, and for the implication of the last thing he said to sink in. Everyone might have to turn on one another soon enough, and to garner what reward? Eternal damnation and Servitude?"
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nStopping after two steps, Hellstar turns around and shakes his head at Ethan. \"No, it makes perfect sense, really. This set of stairs,\" he says gesturing below him, \"were held in place by means of arcane magics that I am familiar with. However, they were suspiciously well protected and were clearly being sustained longer than the usual duration. I now believe that the Keeper, if you mind me naming it such, was powering and defending the relatively simple Hold Portal sigil. When it was destroyed, the power source was gone.\" He shoots and inquisitive look at Myriel and Alaeth, hoping to get their opinion on the matter. Then he looks back up and cups an ear to get an idea of what's ahead. Speaking in no-one in particular, \"Or I'm just wrong and it was indeed a spell trigger. The fading of the sigil matches my hypothesis, but that strange flaring of energy on the door is somewhat out of place isn't it? Hrmmm.\" "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth moves to the misty form that is Myriel, bending down to whisper to her, \"Can you keep up with us, my sister? We cannot linger here for long.\" If Myriel couldn't move... She didn't know what she would do then.\n\nShe straightens as the others discuss leaving, calling, \"Whether it is a trap or no, we do not have much choice. Staying here for fear that there might be a trap does us no good.\" Still, she does not move towards the stairs until her sister shows she is following.\n\nHellstar's suggestion causes her to tilt her head, re-evaluating the other vampire. Surprisingly well reasoned for one so young. She smiles at him approvingly. \"It is possible. Certainly the binding that held us from leaving was altered from the spells I know of, and the keeper was most certainly meant to keep back the dead.\" A watchdog for necromancers to set over their less certain minions."
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "Walking up the stairs-or floating for those that are incorporeal-the group exits the underground chamber and enters a bare, though this time built rather than carved out, corridor. The twenty-foot thick ceiling of solid rock gives way to the passage that extends to the left and right of the exit for thirty feet up to two massive, ten feet high iron doors. The passage itself is empty except for a row of spherical crystals roughly five inches wide each and a foot apart set at eye-level at both walls. Fifty crystals in each row, each has a red, leather-bound notebook stored into a hole in the wall beneath every crystal. What the crystals and the notebooks might be you cannot know-but the notebooks are numbered from one to a hundred and the doors in your room below number a hundred as well."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nVirmas looks at the notebooks, before trying to recall if his cell had been numbered previously. If so, he goes to the numbered crystal and looks it over.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSearching it for anything dangerous: [roll]1d20+9/roll]\nIf he finds something, disabling it: [roll]1d20+9/roll]\nAnd then reading his own notebook.\n\nIf he doesn't know his own cell number, then obviously he's not going to do this. :P\n "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nHis worn leather boots soundless on the cold stone, Noj shambles along the row of crystals, gangly arms hanging loose at his sides.\n What on Earth? \n The cells, you moron. Somewhere here is a notebook about YOU. \ncasting his mind back, Noj recalls the number next to his cell. 45. Yes.\nLighter on his feet, Noj paces to crystal number 45 and with trembling hand picks up the notebook and opens it."
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nBounding back down the stairs, his head screaming, Those vile bastards! , Hellstar finds his shattered door and looks at the cells next to it to figure out which number his door used to be. Then he rushes back upstairs and finds the appropriate slot in the wall, searching for anything suspicious before grabbing the book.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAs far as I remember, there were only two doors that were shattered: mine and Alaeth's. Her door was pushed in by Myriel, and mine was pushed out by me. So, I go find the one door that has shattered pieces outside the cell.\n\nAssuming the doors are in some sort of order, I'm going to look at the numbers on the doors to the left and right and determine what number my cell was. If they're out of order, I'm going to examine the pieces of the door. Now, the shatter spell description implies that you break an object into dozens of pieces. Hopefully I'll be able to find the number.\n\nCheck to examine the book:\n Search - (1d20+14)[ 17 ](31) \n\nThen going to check some random other books from cells I know are empty.\n\nAnd yet another Listen check to hear the battle above:\n Listen - (1d20+12)[ 18 ](30) \n "
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": " Ethan \n 'I wonder what they have written about me here? What do they know that I don't?' Ethan thinks, and his mind jumps to the missing section of his memory, 'Is it possible that they recorded what I can't remember? What about the information about what they did to me. My newfound limitations and abilities.' \nEthan tries to squeeze the number of what was written on his cell, if there was even a number there, and then hesitantly approach the correctly numbered notebook."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n \"Well, what have we here?\" Oathbreaker moves to the book that corosponds to his cell and with mock flattery he says \"A book about me, they shouldn't have\" as he opens it (not a wizard or a rogue, so it'll either be trapped or not in his eyes)"
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth glances about the room with a keen interest; obviously it was the records of the experiments. The purpose of the notebooks is obvious; that of the crystals was less so. A control device? A magical recording of the rituals used? She had never had any real interest in reanimating the dead, but all magic was fascinating in its way, and new ways to use it would always spark her interest. She examines the nearest crystal, pondering its purpose.\n\n \"Do you,\" she asks Myriel, \"remember which number my cell was? Or yours?\" Her sister couldn't answer in that form, but she could lead Alaeth to the proper records. Theory aside, this might shed some light on their predicament.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSpellcraft to tell what the crystals are for, if magic: (1d20+19)[ 31 ] . Alaeth will investigate both her own records and Myriel's if possible.\n "
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nSuzette does not remember what her own number was, but since Virmas' cell was across the room, she assumes 'her' notebook would be opposite his. She has very little interest in these books, however. What could they tell her that would be of interest? How she died? The exact nature of the process with which she was made undead? The number of creatures she had killed? Their names? None of that would serve her on her way out.\n\nShe stands in the middle of the passage for a while, observing the actions of the others and what happens as a result, then she walks over to the iron doors and tries to figure out how they would open. She listens to hear what lies beyond, and if there is a keyhole or a slit underneath the doors, she attempts to peer through it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n search - (1d20+3)[ 7 ](10) ; spot - (1d20+15)[ 4 ](19) ; listen - (1d20+15)[ 6 ](21) \n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "A few moments of searching are enough to find the notebooks that match the rooms you were in. Each notebook contains notes in the same flowing script, including a short but accurate physical description of what you looked like when alive as well as the location and means of your capture. This description brings back memories of being overrun by undead or overcome by vile magic though the images are fleeting and more than a bit incomprehensible. Perhaps the horror of your capture and subsequent transformation has forced your minds to bury the memories. Apart from this first part that is basically the same in every notebook, there are two more parts. The second is a several dozen pages long essay of arcane formulae different in each notebook with the formulae written in a mixture of common and Netherese. Mostly unreadable-perhaps a code is used or your knowledge of the language is incomplete-the formulae seem to evolve with each page. The third part of the notebook contains what looks like directions for a ritual. The arcane part of the ritual follows patterns of high necromancy way beyond your ability to understand though they contain the final form of the formulae from the previous chapter. The physical part of the ritual is not difficult to understand at all. For many of you, the physical part is identical. In fact, there are three distinct rituals that some of you share:\n\nIn the first, the \"subject\" is prepared then bound within a magic circle then a Netherspirit of suffering is forced to posess it. The ritual continues with the killing of prisoners near the pentacle and the bound Netherspirit feasting on their souls and growing stronger until it becomes too powerful for a mortal body to support-upon which time the body dies, the Netherspirit is banished and the animating magic is applied.\n\nIn the second, something called a \"Nightcrawler\" is called from the plane of shadow and slowly leeches the life-force of the \"subject\" while a constant flow of magic ensures the \"subject's\" life-force is replenished continiously until the necromantic magic prepared beforehand takes and the subject is killed. Again, banishment follows for the called entity and reanimation magic is applied to the \"subject\"\n\nIn the third ritual, the \"subject\" is force-fed a mixture of a vampire's blood and ichor from a powerful demon for days with the analogy being slowly increased in favor of the demon ichor and supportive magic holding the \"subject\" in life until the mixture becomes poisonous enough to overcome the supportive magic and slay the \"subject\" at which point reanimation magic is applied.\n\nIt looks like all three rituals would last for days and be excruciatingly painful. From the description, it is clear the \"subjects\" would be awake though immobilised and silenced magically. It is a godsent gift you have no recollection of those days. A look in the other notebooks indicates the rest of the corpses have been similarly treated-but the experiments failed nineteen times out of twenty. In the case of the posession ritual, the Netherspirit eviscerated the subject telekinetically from within-that would be the mutilated corpses you saw below. In the case of the \"Nightcrawler\" ritual, the subject seemed to age and rot away, resulting in a useless pile of maggot-ridden flesh. In the case of the demon blood ritual, the subject's blood would spontaneously combust resulting in a fiery death. It would seem you are very, very lucky to have survived the process but exactly how lucky does not become apparent before you reach the last pages of the notebooks. It would seem that various animation techniques-many similar to your own-are described in passing and the vast majority of them resulted in either total failute-corpses that could not be used further-or partial failure, resulting in weak or mindless undead. From the notes and the number of notebooks it seems this specific castle handled in the recent past thousands upon thousands of captives. It is also clear that from these notes that the animation techniques have been refined and the creation of new, advanced types of undead is now possible with a chance of success of about one out of a hundred attempts. You are, perhaps, some of the first real successes this undead manufactury has had but if this information is spread you might not be the last.\n\n\nDistracted from the contents of the notebooks, you do not realise the battle has escalated above until you put them down. Now, instead of just clashes of metal on metal and the still faint screams of men, there are frequent tremors spreading through the walls and floors indicating catapult fire-or evocations-employed against the building above. It can't be more than ten minutes since the battle begun though-you remember the sounds starting not long before your escape from your locked rooms.\n\nTime spent reading through the notebooks has another side-effect. The curse of weakness applied by the Guardian is slowly fading, a portion of your strength already restored. Perhaps in a couple of hours, your full strength will have returned.\n\nChecking the crystals you're surprised a single touch suffices to give you an image of what looks like the corresponding cell below. The image fades and a fleeting warmth remains in the crystal for a few moments. The crystals corresponding to your own rooms have some residual warmth from recent uses while the others are dead-cold. The crystals corresponding to Suzette's, Alaeth's and Myriel's rooms are warmer than the others with Myriel's crystal the warmer by far. That would either indicate a very recent use-unlikely-or very frequent and lasting uses in last hours.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nI can't write down the contents of the notebooks for every single member of the group separately thus the general description. Now you remember the time and place of your capture-add it in your backstories. Also, quite obviously, the nightcrawler ritual applies to all Shades, the demon blood one to bloodlords and the Netherspirit posession to Doomknights.\n\nAlso, it appears there were far more male red wizards in the compound than female ones. 😛\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nVirmas is quite horrified at the words coming from the book. He takes the thing and holds it though, almost afraid to let it go.\n\nHe then looks to everyone else. Someone, one of you, must have fire spells. Keep your own book if you need to, but we MUST burn everything in here. No one can get these. Can you imagine what would happen if they managed to control an army of undead, such as us? If they refined the procedure to where any mage could cast it without problems?\" "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n \"Well thats...well...\" Oathbreaker, uncharacteristically grim and molified by the violation that has occured not only to him but the others, leans against a crystal for warmth. Letting the book slip out of his hands he says \"I want you guys to know that I'm in this with you. You've done me a good turn and that counts for a lot to me. Doesn't happen very often, you understand. I think I owe you guys, even you, you mean elf chick\" (he looks at the cloud/miriel).\n\nWith this pronouncement his smirk/smile returns and he can't resist the urge to push it too far. \"Well with that said, I say we get something to eat, I'm so famished I could eat a baby. You guys want to join in?\" Before anyone gets too angry he finishes \"I'm kidding! I'm kidding!\" but thinks ( man I'm hungry... )\n\nTurning to Virmas he shruggs and says \"I can't use magic man, sorry\" "
},
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"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n \"Virmas is right ... we should burn these books. Alaeth, weren't you using a fire spell?\" As he speaks, Hellstar is flipping through his notebook to make sure he didn't miss anything that might reveal where he is and who his captors were. Red Wizards, almost certainly, he thought, but I need to know how far up this goes. Did Shzass Tam himself order us to be created? A distant rumble forces him back into alertness. Grabbing nearby books and throwing them in a pile near the trap door, he says hurriedly, \"We must start these books burning before the invaders get here. More than likely they will kill us along with our creators, but they might keep the books. They must be burnt. Alaeth, and anyone else who can cause fire, start working on this pile. Everyone else, pile the books or look for a way through that door -- we must leave time for ourselves to escape.\" \n \n Spoiler \nSo if Alaeth is the only one who can make fire, can she be setting fire to multiple places in the pile? And before we make the pile itself, so that we're adding books on top of already burning books? I just want to make sure we have good coverage...\n\nAfter the pile is complete and burning well, Hellstar will check out the doors.\n\n Search - (1d20+14)[ 16 ](30) \n\nHe can easily shatter small objects, but these doors are too large I think. Now, if he can find the hinges he might be able to shatter those. That's his first plan.\n "
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\nIn a flurry of movement, Ethan (rematerialized while reading the notebook) begins running down the corridor, grabbing all the books he can, and tossing them in the pile to be burned. His mind was distracted with the new memories, they flared like hot embers inside him, but he supressed them, for now. Other matteres were more important, such as survival and the eradication of these arcane formulas.\n\n \"I'll collect them, somebody start burning them.\" Ethan says, before sprinting for another batch of books.\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \nI always wanted to be part of a book burning party 😎 , here is my chance.\nBackground story will be updated soon\n "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nHis eye flaring in the abyssal night, the bandaged man whispers softly as he reads over his book, his voice like the rustling of dry paper.\n \"Aye, it was at the medic's tent...I remember Mrs. Bridget now. Were there really so many...?\" \nTurning a few pages, Noj shudders with rage and revulsion as he reads over the ritual. Reaching his long blackened fingers into the book, he tears out all the pages he can find that contain magical formulae, leaving only those that talk about him directly.\nThe shadow scarecrow ducks its head out of Noj's shoulder and grins.\n \"That there, in that little book: That was your life, Jon the Miller. 'Subject 45 captured in medical tent around town of Barnard's Cross. Extensive burns on upper body, but skeletal structure promising.' \" \nThe scarecrow reads a few lines from the book in an austere mocking drawl.\n \" 'minor lacerations on legs and hands, strength rated at about 1.6. Tibia/Fibia ratio favorable.'\" \nit cackles again\n \"Warms the heart, doesn't it, Noj? You're a travesty and an abomination, and a living corpse, but at least your Tibia/Fibia ratio is A-okay! Gwah-ha!\" \nClenching his fist, the towering bandaged man crushes the torn-out pages in his hand, and tosses the crumpled ball onto the growing pile of books, silently with head bowed."
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nBefore Suzette has the chance to tell anyone what her inspection of the doors reveals, the others begin their fevered burning of the books. Without questioning why, she follows suit. After all, she had had her doubts about their content from the start.\n\nSeeing as there are enough people gathering the books already, she runs back down and scours the dead bodies for anything that might fuel the fire, such as dry rags or even hair."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nOathbreaker will follow Suzette and grab some of the more 'flammable' corpses. \"I've heard that it helps guide the spirit to the afterlife. At least thats what the Hathran in Rashemen say\" as he begins the macabre task of dragging bodies to the fire."
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "With Alaeth's help, the books soon begin to burn and smoke rises towards the ceiling. Burning a hundred books as well as the corpses \"Jacob\" is carrying is no small thing.\n\nAfter closer examination, the doors do not appear magically sealed like the trapdoor was though they are quite thick and do not appear to have locks from the inside. Only a couple of minutes into burning the books and examining them though, you hear the hurried steps of men in armor from just outside and keys clinging into unseen keyholes on the outer surface of the left door. You realise some guards must have been alerted from the smoke that passed through the gaps in the doors..."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nVirmas stops burning books at the jangling and sets himself against the door, holding it closed (If it opens towards us)."
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{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "Virmas moves to block the door then realises that with the locks on the outside, the door almost certainly opens outwards too."
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nWith surprising quickness, Noj steps stands nearby the smoking pile of paper of corpses and lies down on the cold stone floor, adjusting his limbs to look splayed out, and allowing the the yellow gleam in his eye to dim.\n((OOC: Noj is going to 'play dead' to try and get the upper hand.))"
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"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n\nStanding over her sister's shoulder in mist-form, Myriel reads her own book as her sister leafs through it for her. When the others begin to burn the books she doesn't say anything though she'd like to learn a bit more about necromancy. Returning to her normal form with only a fraction of her strength returning, she stands up straight-as straight as she can in her weakened state-then clears her clothes and the rest of her body from any filth accumulated while battling the tentacly undead guardian. She then turns to her sister and repeats the process then moves to Suzette and does the same if the other woman allows her to ofcourse. She doesn't bother with the men though-unless they ask her. Nicely.\nOn hearing the door unlocking, she turns towards it and says to the others:\n It would be best if I did the talking. Stay behind me and look harmless. Ofcourse, try to prepare for combat while doing so-I'll distract them to give us the advantage. \nTurning towards the door, she makes her long, golden hair flow down her shoulders, magically enhances her strength of personality again and lowers the perfectly clean but taterred white dress she's wearing an inch or three.\n And I can be very distractive when I want to. "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth aids reluctantly in the book-burning, setting the piles alight with swift bursts of flame. It is not that she doesn't agree that this knowledge must be taken out of the hands of the Thayans, or that she would really want to create more of the dead, but destroying any sort of knowledge is anathema to her. She keeps her own record-book, intact. No matter how foul the ritual, knowledge could teach. She could always destroy it later if they were captured. She smiles gratefully at her sister, both at having her back and at the cleaning.\n\nWith the lock rattling, Alaeth moves back and sits down, drawing her knees up and huddling in on herself so as to look harmless. The men coming would know what they were, but the remembrance of what had happened to her could easily have incapacitated her. Surprising that it had not happened to any of the younger ones, really. She stares listlessly at the floor just by the door as she waits for them to enter.\n\n \n Spoiler \nBluff (1d20+17)[ 18 ] to look listless and nonthreatening.\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nNodding, Virmas goes incorporeal, raising above the door. Again, his form slips into invisibility.\n\n \n Spoiler \nImagine him laying against the ceiling, invisible.\n (1d20+28)[ 39 ] Hide, +40 unmoving invis\n\nReally, do I even need to roll that? LOL\n "
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nUnsure of what to do in such close quarters with an unknown force about to open a nigh-unbreakable door, Hellstar takes a few steps down the stairs and crouches. If they're coming to re-imprison us, we'll have to fight, and with my newfound speed I should be able to pop out from the steps and back down before they can hit me. If they're coming to destroy us ... well I just might let them. We are truly cursed abominations. But it is good that we burned the books. He hadn't noticed Alaeth keep her own notebook, or he would have stopped her.\n\nAs he sat huddled down just out of sight from the door, Hellstar was hit with a sudden urge. He was hungry. Unconsciously it was unfocused, but his studies told him for what. And he hated himself for it."
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nMyriel's offer to clean her up takes Suzette by surprise - why would someone with unlimited arcane power use it for such a mundane task - but it is gratefully accepted. After all, everybody likes to look presentable.\n\nBeing downstairs, Suzette is one of the last to hear that someone is coming. She walks back up the stairs, doubly glad now that she is no longer covered in filth - looking harmless is a lot easier if you aren't covered in the bodily fluids from the previous being you encountered."
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\nEthan more than half expected Myriel to clean him up as well, but chose not to ask for it when she didnt offer. Being clean or dirty is a distracting thought to what truly runs through his mind, though his very being: hunger, anticipation, and something bordering bloodlust. He feels the urge to kill, to crush a living life with his newfound power. It was a strange feeling unlike any he'd ever had before.\n\nSlowly, he tries to rein it in, to control himself. However, unsure of how much control he has over his hunting instincts, he decides to turn into mist form once more, and float into the smoke produced by the fire."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nAs Miriel passes him by with passive contempt (despite his god-like form) he has to wonder ( Is she just a man-hater or a total bitch? Maybe both...or a lesbian... ) Outwardly however he gives his most wicked smile and asks \"Oh beautiful one, if you would be so kind as to clean me as well I would be eternally grateful\" Bluff (1d20+16)[ 29 ] ( bitch ) <-mental conclusion\n\nRegardless of whether she responds or not, as soon as Oathbreaker hears the jangle of keys in the door he will spider-climb the wall above the entrance and wield a 'club' one handed and at the ready."
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"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "The door opens slowly outwards-it must weight almost a ton seeing as it is several inches thick-to reveal a group of twelve men in black studded leather armor bearing shortswords. They don't look very confident and from their moves you realise they aren't very experienced either-perhaps that's why they were assigned to guard duty even during the battle upstairs.\n\nWhen you see them, those of you with pointed fangs feel them slightly elongating and some sort of thirst surging within you. You hear their hearts beating within their chests and can feel the heat of their blood coursing through their veins. The vampire's thirst is not very strong though-not yet. Those of you without fangs-or the ability to turn incorporeal-instantly feel your bloodlust rising. These men are your enemies and it would feel good to kill them, to use all that newfound strength to crush their bones, tear them limb from limb. But the bloodlust you feel you realise it is a supernatural, demonic urge that doesn't yet control you. An unreasonable hatred blooms within the incorporeal members of the group-fear that you'll not be accepted in the society of the living, envy for those still alive. Why should they be alive and whole while you are empty shadows? The hatred lasts but a moment then reason reasserts itself...\n\nThe group of soldiers at the door is halted in their tracks, one or two of them staring at the fire and the corpses, most of the others staring at Myriel. The apparent leader stares at both the fire and the elf sorceress for a few moments, at a loss for words. Finally, he manages to piece together a few syllables and utter them with difficulty:\n What... who... who are you lady? H-how did you come here? The door was locked, it was. "
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n\nThe elf sorceress returns \"Jacob's\" smile and employs her magic into cleaning him. That doesn't stop her from doing a snide remark-after all, he asked for it.\n Maybe you think me beautiful-most men do and quite a few women-but I don't think you're grateful. Two lies so far-it is becoming a habit, is it not? Just so you know, I am not cleaning you because you asked-but rather because I can't stand the smell. As for your bad luck with women, remember that they don't like being lied to even if they do lie back. \nCleaning \"Jacob's\" clothes and body to perfection, Myriel leaves his face dirtier than before. It might be some time until he realised and it would be fun seeing him try to hit on her sister or Suzette with his face like that.\n\nAs the door opens, Myriel looks at the patrol leader in the eye and gives a winning smile, not showing teeth ofcourse. She did not want to alarm her next meal. While others may fear the curse of vampirism and try to fight it, Myriel did not see why she had to. Most probably, they'd have to kill these men anyway and why let them go to waste? Besides, she had heard that a vampire drinking blood from a human was almost as good as sex-and much cleaner and faster. She always wanted to try it.\n We are here on Red Wizard buisness, leutenant. Though we do need some help-perhaps you and your soldiers could help us? \n \n Spoiler \n\nDominate DC 21. Myriel will give no commands so that the strange behavior from a dominated person won't alert the other guards. She'll command them all after she's dominated them.\n bluff - (1d20+30)[ 9 ](39) to make the lead guard believe her.\n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nWith an effort, Alaeth holds her gaze listlessly on the ground as the doors open, drawing one foot about in a small circle aimlessly. It is difficult not to glance up to see who—or what has come yet, but she manages it.\n\nWhen she finally does look up, there is a new shock. Since waking, she had not been able to feel a heartbeat. Now, it is almost as if she can feel blood pumping through her veins again, intoxicating and alive. But the feeling had a sharp edge. It was not really hers, she deduces; it was theirs. She had known, or guessed, that she was some type of vampire before. She had not considered what it would mean.\n\nUntil now. None of her inner turmoil shows on her face, however, as she glances up at the guards. She finds that she can almost see their thoughts in their eyes, if she concentrates. As her sister informs the men that they are on business of the Red Wizards, she reaches out experimentally, wrapping her own will about one of the men's thoughts as he glances her direction.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAlso using Dominate, DC 20. Assuming any of the guards can take their eyes off Myriel, of course.\n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "All the men now focus on Myriel-no distraction better than a scantily clad female vampire-sparing only glances for the rest of the group. The leader of the guards-Myriel doesn't know his rank and that would be suspicious under most circumstances-thinks about her words when his will is utterly crushed by the sorceress. It was so very easy-like crushing a sheet of vellum into a ball in your fist. Alaeth also employs her dominating gaze against a soldier that glances her way and similarly rips through his mental defences with ease.\n\nOne of the guards that doesn't seem as convinced yet as his fellows-or perhaps he noticed the burning books and is a bit alarmed by the fire-frowns at Myriel and the others-those that aren't hiding, that is-and asks:\n But what of the fire? And the corpses? What happened here? "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nSlinking down the wall silently and standing next to the door Oathbreaker chimes in \"You missed out on fighting hundreds of undead baddies friend\" *throws severed arm 'club' into the fire* \"trashed our equipment and weapons we fought so many. Its been kind of a long day so don't give us trouble now!\" He finishes as he attempts to will this man into believing him.\n \n Spoiler \n Bluff (1d20+15)[ 28 ] [I meant to write +16 so its really 29]\nDominating Gaze on Mr. Reluctant (how do you figure the dc again? I forgot to write it down.)\n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nThe man was impetuous, or a fool. Myriel had them well distracted, and there was no reason to suddenly alarm them with the appearance of another person. A far more threatening person in appearance, at that. Still, done was done; she might as well make the best of it.\n\nAlaeth begins to stand, dusting off her dress and shivering slightly—for effect; if she appears shaken by their supposed battle with the dead, so much the better. She allows herself to appear as if her confidence were gradually restoring itself; in truth, the man's weak will had already reassured her that she need not worry overmuch about this group. \"That,\" she chimes, gesturing to the flaming books, \"is why we were here. Someone should have thought sooner of a strike on the crypt.\" Her lip curls contemptuously, as if to add that it was just as well that they had. \"As it was, we were unable to prevent many of the records from being lost, along with the guardian.\" \n \n Spoiler \nCall it an Aid Another to either Oathbreaker's or Myriel's next bluff, automatically succeeds. And another Dominate against one of the guards. She doesn't command them to do anything yet, except to not alert the other guards to her control and to act naturally aside from that.\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nVirmas is quite content to float invisibily above the enemies, allowing those others to do the talking. If they can talk our way out of this, so much the better. "
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n thump-thump. thump-thump. \n\nThere was a conversation going on upstairs, but Hellstar could barely hear it. What was merely a hunger a moment ago was now full-fledged starvation throwing his senses in disarray.\n\n thump-thump. thump-thump. \n\nHellstar bundles up a piece of his ragged shirt and bites down on it. It's caked with dried blood, and only serves to fuel his hunger. He freezes, but his insides are boiling. Goddamn you necromancers! \n thump-thump. thump-thump. \n\nBut secretly, he almost likes this feeling. He wants to climb those last few steps and appear, blood and rags be damned, and use the powers of domination that he knows he possesses. He wants to will the poor fool over to him, where he will move aside that useless head and sink his teeth into the jugular.\n\n thump. \n\nBut he won't. At least not right now."
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\nIt was a strange sensation to Ethan, to feel so alive when he lacked a real body. The thirst, the hunger, the need; it was all almost too much. He continues to fight it, and does not submit. He needs them lulled first. For the moment, he remains amongst the smoke, a small cloud of mist indistiguishable from everything else.\n \"Soon,\" He thinks to himself, \"oh, so very soon.\" "
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n So this is what it is like, being undead. Instead of eating dead things, you want your food to still be alive. No, that is not correct: I don't want to eat these people, I just want to feel them die. Watch the blood run out of them. Hear their last breath escape their frail body. That does not mean I have to go and slaughter anyone who crosses my path, though. I might be dead, but I am still a Senue monk. I will not be the slave of my cravings. \n\nSuzette shakes off her desire to charge and butcher the soldiers and listens to the conversation, casually leaning against the wall.\n\n What are these people, blind and stupid? Can't they see what we are? How can they let themselves be fooled so easily? Let's just hope these soldiers aren't working against the Red Wizards. It still baffles me how the weakminded always try to lie their way out. Not surprising from those who already showed a total lack of selfconstraint. And those books obviously didn't do anything to promote emotional stability. Maybe that's why they were here in the first place, to weaken our minds against our murderous urges. "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nLying still on the cold stone, Noj experiences...peace. With his abyssal eye closed and his body still, he could almost believe himself dead. It was odd how noisy was the heart and the rush of blood and breath in the body, and how...loud the silence of their absence.\nBut then the door opened. The door opened, and the living stepped through.\nAbruptly, the still pool of Noj's thoughts erupt in a malevolent geyser like an underground volcano.\nIn a second, the peace and solitude of the moment was shattered, and a maddening itch like straw scraped across the brain replaced the serenity he had been savoring.\n How can anyone relax with the sound of all that BREATHING?! Shrieks the scarecrow in his mind,\n Kill them Kill them KILL THEM! \nImages tinged with red flash through the tall man's mind of his own blackened hands twisting off heads and crushing windpipes...ANYTHING to stop the noise of hearts pumping and air wheezing in lungs. It was grotesque! And there they stood, mocking him just by living !\nBut then, amidst the frothing manic sea, a small smooth patch. Not still, like it had been before, but billowing gently, like a field in summer.\n I see. That's the demon-blood... "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "The man \"Jacob\" tries to dominate scowls at him then points at his face and is about to argue when Alaeth's gaze locks on him too. Myriel crushes the will of another man then another with Alaeth's third victim making six before the remaining six soldiers realise what's going on.\n VAMPIRE! \nSomebody yells and all six of them draw weapons but before they can act, Myriel and Alaeth have enthralled two more and this time \"Jacob's\" gaze proves strong enough to control the man he attempts to dominate. The dominated men turn and easily subdue the last three and the near-battle ends within seconds as Myriel, Alaeth and Jacob each crush the will of a soldier before the rest of the group can stand up, drop disguises and get close enough.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nJacob has dominated 2 men. Myriel and Alaeth have dominated 5 each. Noone else tried domination and I resolved the \"battle\" quickly so as not to lose time. Your decision now is what to do with the captives.\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nVirmas descends, coming visible as he does so. \"Whatever you want to do with your new toys, I suggest we at least disarm them.\" He looks at 'Jacob'. \"Not literally, by the way.\" He then continues on. \"A real blade will do us much good. I'd rather have steel in my hands than nothing.\" "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n \"I second that notion\" Oathbreaker takes 2 short swords and a set of studded leather from one of the subdued gaurds. Dropping the jagged metal and stripping out of his cloths with a suprising lack of shame, he addresses his allies as he dresses in the captive's armor \"I recommend that we disguise ourselves as gaurds and keep at least some of these men around to maintain the charade\" He stops to look intently at everyone \"Unless your hunger overrides your sense of caution that is\" . Internally, he seriously considers sating his hunger on a gaurd until he reminds himself that he likes WOMEN. Its still too soon to share something that intimate with a man. He will however ask questions of his dominated 'friends'. Questions like:\n \"Whom do you serve? What are those sounds above? Is there a password or hidden latch to reach the outside? Describe your superiors to me. Now!\" "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nIn the smoky dark, Noj's eye flares yellow again, and he tries to stand. It works out...oddly. Planting his booted feet on the ground, his knees crackle and he pivots upright, as if falling over away from the floor.\nHis arms swinging like pendulums, Noj hunches over and stalks towards the captives, watching them with an expression masked by layers of dirty bandage.\nSeeing the fear on their faces brought back...recent memories. Sunshine and apples, wheat in the fields, a smiling man handing over a mug of something strong...\nLike a sable cancer, the grinning head of the shadow scarecrow sprouts from Noj's shoulder and giggles to itself.\n \"Those got burned down, didn't they, Noj?\" it asks, in Noj's voice\nNoj answers,\n \"Yes. They were.\" \nIt laughs again.\n \"It isn't fair, is it? What did you do, nothing, right?\"\n\"No. Nothing.\" \n \"So,\" the scarecrow asks, as if playing a trump card, \"how does that make you feel, John the Miller?\" \nThe bandaged man's head droops to his chest with a crackle of charred flesh and stiff wrappings, and he stands stock still for several long moments..."
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nSuzette walks up to one of the captured men and waves a hand in front of his face. Assuming it is all Myriel's doing, she addresses her while looking for a response in the man's eyes.\n\n \"Impressive. Not what I thought you meant when you said you could be 'quite distracting'. Can you still ask them questions like this? Like, who they're working for, what they're doing here and what's going on? Could you make them escort us out?\" "
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nWith the cry of \"Vampire!\" emerged from the trapdoor, but it was over so quickly he didn't even bother to help. The sight of blood being drawn was ... entrancing.\n\nHe walks over to the guard troop, and approaches the poor sod with decent-looking clothes closest to his size. \"Jacob has a good point. Some of us could hide as guards, and while the armor will only get in my way, I wouldn't mind some new clothes.\" \n\nHaving most recently spent weeks traveling with a rough-and-tumble expeditionary force into the heart of the undead scourge, Havok had lost that fragile thing which is the fear of exposing yourself to others. It's not that he idly spent his time with them in the buff, but when a man saves your life time and time again, things like nudity lose a few priority levels. Nevertheless, something about being naked around a lady, let alone a pretty lady, kept him from removing his filthy breeches without at least mentioning it first. He asks with a slight movement of his hand indicating the guard before him, \"Myriel, you offered to clean us up before ... would you mind if the three of us retired downstairs to exchange some clothes?\" "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "The man \"Jacob\" asks his questions opens his mouth as if to speak and suddenly he gasps, hands rising to his throat, falls to his knees then to the floor, thrashes for a few moments then lies still, his heartbeat no longer audible. Blood pours out of his mouth and ears along with smoke. Obviously dead-and messily so-he appears to have been burned from the inside out possibly through some necromantic spell or another. It seems this man-and most probably all of them-are bound against betrayal...\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nJust to clear things up-no guard died in the fight, all twelve were dominated. As for the anti-traitor ward, blame Szass Tam (and R.L. Byers who wrote Unclean). The fact that it saves a DM the effort of writing down what every NPC knows and restricts easy access to information is purely coincidental. Honest.\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n \"I wonder how far this binding against their betrayal runs. If we force them to let us leave, or go along with a ruse to get us out, will they die as well?\" \n\nHe looks to one of them, which seems to least important. \"Well, will you die just by showing us the way out?\" "
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": " Ethan \n\nThe sight of blood made the hunger almost unbearable. Ethan, as a mist, descended to the ground, rematerializing as he did. Ethan approached the remaining guards. He was aware of how easy it is to simply crush their will, almost as easy as crushing their windpipes. Nothing would give him nearly the same satisfaction. But, with pure force of will, he stopped himself.\n\n' Then again, one less would not make a big difference. ' Ethan thinks to himself, with a sense of self satisfaction.\n\n \"I will be taking one for clothes, weaponry, and such...\" Ethan says.\n\nIf no one objects, Ethan will take one to one of the cells below."
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n\nThe sorceress looks at Hellstar with a smile on her face.\n Are you sure exchanging some clothes is the only thing in your mind right now? \nWith a touch she makes the filth on him and his clothes fall off as if water falling off glass then looks back at the soldiers.\n Jacob's idea has merit-suprising as that might be for someone of his intelligence. I, however, aren't going to fit in armor tailored for human males and neither will my sister-to say nothing of impeding our magic. Besides, studded leather was never my preference, despite my beliefs. \nLooking closer at the captives, she searches for the two most handsome of the remaining eleven and hands one to Alaeth, keeping the other for herself. Glancing back towards Jacob and Hellstar, her smile becomes miscevious.\n Ofcourse, those of you that fit in this armor could bind the rest of us that do not. Then we could pretend that Suzette, Alaeth and I-in these half torn rags-are your prisoners. And if that thought hasn't crossed your minds then you're sleeping on the job, boys. "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \n Does it anger you, Jon the Miller, That these men are still alive while you are dead? It does. I know. \nThe tall ragged man Clenches his fist at his side, his head still bowed. In his head, the scarecrow continues\n \"...And just think of the others here! They'll drink their blood, and maybe worse...In a way, you'll be doing them a favor by killing them. Or just one of them. That'd make you feel better, wouldn't it, Noj? Killing just one of them? In fact, they were probably the guards you brought you in here in the first place. I can tell!\" \nTo an onlooker, it would seem that the bandage-wrapped man is holding a murmured conversation with himself in the dingy gloom"
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nGraciously thanking Myriel for her help Hellstar switches into the clothes of a guard, minus the armor. He shakes his heads slightly at Myriel's rather naughty remark. \"I prefer binding rituals , not binding women . And what would a group of off-color guards be doing transporting prisoners in the middle of a battle? Any close inspection will reveal us as who we are -- it's better to just get those who are comfortable in armor into it quickly, and simply have them guard us in formation. We also can't risk the casters being tied up since that limits our capabilities.\" \n\nReluctantly, he picked up the the black studded leather he removed from the guard and put it on. \"I suppose I'll be a guard, now that I'm clean and have his clothes on already. I hope nobody minds if I take the lead.\" He picks up a short sword and swings it around inexpertly.\n\nClearing his throat dry with mixed emotions and a strong thirst for blood, he takes on the role of a guard. \"Awright, you maggots. Clean yerselves off, git yer armor on and help me escort these undead monsters out of this hellhole. The rest of ya, look tied up. And you,\" he says turning to the still-breathing guards, \"form up! On the double!\" "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth shakes her head slightly at Myriel's more suggestive comments, but with a little smile that says she is too used to them to be surprised any longer. She clears her throat. \"I cannot say I like the idea of being bound, but as things stand right now, it will not hinder me much. I can destroy the bindings with little trouble if it comes to that, and I am more hindered by the lack of my foci and spellbook than I would be by simple ropes.\" She grimaces again. If she could not reacquire those, this could become truly dangerous.\n\nShe examines the dominated men thoughtfully. No use asking them what the ward would keep them from doing—the Thayans certainly would not tell them that. They might not have told them that they were being warded against betrayal at all. And even if they did know, it could be another of the factors that would trigger the spell. No, if they could figure out what the wards did and did not protect against, it would be by other means...\n\n \n Spoiler \nKnowledge (arcana) or Spellcraft, whichever is more appropriate, to know what would trigger the wards (revealing information? Attacking a Red Wizard?): (1d20+19)[ 36 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nAs the one guard begins to implode, Suzette jumps back from the one she was staring at. She looks questioningly from Hellstar to Myriel, unsure of what killed the man. Was he put under some curse to keep him from talking, did his mind cave in under the combined pressure from the two vampires, or had Myriel simply killed him to keep Hellstar from playing with 'her' new toy, as Virmas had so aptly put it.\n\n \"I think we'd do best to leave them behind. We can't be sure what else might happen if we forced them to help us, other soldiers might notice the missing leader if they knew the man, and if you are going to strip some of them of their weapons and armour that will alert people as well. Not to mention the fact that they might very well have been under orders not to take prisoners. As it stands, I think we'll get out of here faster and easier by ourselves than if we drag them along, especially as most of you can just turn into mist and float against the ceiling.\"\n\n Not to mention the fact that most of you could probably do without the temptation of having these livelings so close, she thinks, though she refrains from voicing this concern."
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nWith a sickening snap , Noj straightens up, his arms spread wide and his eye flaring yellow like a dying sun. An inhuman roar escapes his lips like a waterfall made of burning paper.\n \"GRRRAAAAAGH!!!\" \nHe Flexes his fingers, and a tangible aura of hideous fear and dread emanates from his patchy form, whispering of madness and nightmares...\n \n Spoiler \n\nAccidentally activates Aura of Fear and Fear Gaze, Will DC18\n \n\nHe takes a few shuddering steps forwards the living guards..."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nOathbreaker approaches Suzette and speaks to her very softly (hopefully not overheard by the others) \" If we don't have a use for them, they will be slaughtered for no good reason by the others \" he motions to the three being taken away by the other Bloodlords \" \"This feeding thing doesn't sit well with me. You can feel it too can't you, the ease to anger, the ease to hate, the hunger ? I didn't used to feel this way, and I don't think you did either. If we don't master this now we will become monsters. Be careful. \" \n\nHe snaps around at Noj's roar, turns back and says \"Case in point\" and moves to try and reason with Noj \"Come on big guy we don't need to kill them in horrible ways, right?\" (note: I do not get in his way, I only try to talk him out of it)"
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nFollowing Jacob, Suzette adds to his plea:\n\n \"Don't do it Noj, this isn't you. You are not a monster unless you choose to act like one.\" \n\nWhen he comes close, she reaches out and gently yet firmly lays her hand on his arm.\n\n \"Don't you see?\" she replies to Jacob out loud, since her words are meant as much for the rest of the group as they are for him, \"As long as we stay around these living, breathing creatures, we're continuously going to be tempted to attack them. They will be a distraction and that will give our enemies an advantage over us. I say we leave them now that we are still master enough of ourselves to leave them in one piece.\" \n \n Spoiler \nIn case I'm not awake to post it any more: if Noj doesn't halt, Suzette will attempt to grapple and pin him, choosing the option not to do lethal damage (which does not affect her roles, since she's a monk)\n "
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n\nThe sorceress nods at Suzette, a frown on her face. Then she grabs her guard-using her domination to have him comply rather than her own strength-presses against him as if to kiss him then bites him in the neck. She drinks and drinks, excitement flowing through her veins, his thoughts filling her mind. When the man begins convulse in pain, Myriel sinks her awareness into him so that she feels his suffering-causing pain always excited her, more than was healthy her sister always warned. When the man collapses in her hands, barely alive, Myriel aloows him to fall to the ground. Rising from him, Myriel's face is shining with exultation. Turning to her allies, she smiles.\n Now I am no longer tempted to attack them-or any other living creature. Sate your hunger now-being overwhelmed by the compulsion to attack another while we're trying to sneak past a battalion of guards or bluff our way past a red wizard might be inconvenient. And, as Suzette said, leave them in one piece. They will be a distraction to our enemies then when they try to find what attacked them. Ofcourse, one piece does not mean alive and if they are dead but without struggle, it will confuse anyone that found them even more. Besides, you won't believe how good it feels to drink the blood and life of your enemies. \nTurning her wicked smile at the drained guard again, Myriel strokes his cheek with a clawed finger, observing his shallow breathing, an indication he's barely alive. You get the impression the only reason Myriel allowed him to live-despite what she said otherwise-is that he's quite handsome."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth frowns at Myriel, then half-jerks towards her as she realizes what her sister was doing half a secobd too late. She would not physically restrain her sister, and she refused to employ magic against her. Her frown persists, and she glares about at any of the others as if warning them away from trying to interfere, stalking to Myriel's side in a blur of motion. Her glare does not exclude her sister, although Myriel is likely not capable of seeing it in her present state.\n\nWhen Myriel... finishes, Alaeth says in a tightly controlled voice, \"That was ill done, sister.\" She places a hand on her shoulder, leaning in to whisper fiercely, \"You do yourself no favors this way! It is... unhealthy to give in so freely to desires as compelling, as addictive as this. Control is key, Myriel.\" Her sister's rationale that they should feed now, harmlessly, while they can, had some logic to it, but she knew her sister better than that. She had enjoyed the sensation, given herself to it far too much. \"And you do us no good with the others, as well.\" She very much doubted they would find favor with Myriel's actions, not since two of them were arguing—and not without merit—for sparing the guards any trouble and leaving them here.\n\nMaintaining her hand on Myriel's shoulder, Alaeth transfers a now-even gaze to the others in the room, studying their reactions. She would stand by her sister even if it meant being against all the others, but she did not want to have to."
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nMyriel has a good point--something Hellstar had in fact considered when he first noticed the blood urge come into him. Ah that fool! His distress is partly at the enjoyment she got out of it, and mostly because now that she had bled the poor soul dry and created an atmosphere of giving in to necrotic desires in the process, he could not sate his own desires without looking like a fool. Not to mention, he thought as he stared somewhat slack-jawed at the mess, this will not bode well for controlling Noj. Heck, she just dispensed advice about thoughtful descent into vampirism, and then made a show of it. Gah! If only she had restrained herself just a bit! Shown some hesitation! \n \"Myriel! If we're not taking these men with, on which point I am inclined to agree, then we're not going to make fools of ourselves by losing our humanity in the process. While some of us might be satisfied with mere blood, from the looks of it, others may have more destructive ways of sating their hunger.\" He shoots a look at Noj and continues his tirade. \"So before we go mad and get ourselves kil... destroyed, let's suit up and put them in a cell. They'll probably be safer there. And then we're getting out of here on our own power.\" He storms off to the trapdoor and icily says \"Stop it\" at Noj and Suzette (who were apparently about to go at each other) along the way. At the edge of the stairs, he turns around and looks at Myriel expectantly."
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nAs Noj seems oblivious to her and Jacob's words, Suzette grabs both his arms to keep him from advancing further. It is an odd sight, the frail woman holding back the towering man, and there is no way Suzette could have performed such a feat while alive, a notion she is painfully aware of.\n\nThrough their struggle, she doesn't quite catch all that Myriel is saying and only realises what is happening when she sees the blood run down the guard's neck and stain his clothes.\n\nA wave of disgust rolls over her. If she hadn't been holding Noj, she might have staggered back or sunk to her knees, but now she merely loosens her hold, unknowingly, until her hands are just lying limply on his arms. Struck by the futility of trying to hold one man back when there are so many others, she turns her face towards Jacob and says in a choked voice:\n\n \"You were right. We have to get out of here. We have to get out of here as fast as we can.\" \n\nDespite her words, she doesn't move, nailed to the floor by the overwhelming emotions that she feels.\n\n Yes, get out of here, goes through her head, get out then get as far away from you madmen as I possibly can. "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n \"I don't care what you do with them. Kill them now or not. But they'll probably lose their lives anyways, when it is found that they allowed us to escape. Make use of their lives.\" \n\nVirmas shrugs, and leans against a wall. \"Come, come. We don't have all day, night, whatever it is. Eventually their replacements will come, or they'll be required to join the battle we can still hear. or any number of things.\" "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nOathbreaker swims in a sea of red heat as he watches Miriel drink her captive, what seems as though it was minutes must have been mere moments as he hears the victims heartbeat slow and then, like a dream interrupted, she lets go. She left the hearts blood he realizes, looking at the gaurd on the ground. He can't help but feel an ache because of it what a waste... he starts to think before he physically staggers and catches himself NO! THIS IS NOT ME! I won't stay like THIS ! I WILL find a way to CON them and take everything they dream from them for doing this to ME! He can't help but outwardly smile at the irony of his next grim thought I swear it . Outwardly, he recovers himself still wearing a pained and twisted smirk and says \"I apologize for that... I... lets get out of here\" . He moves around the gaurds, ignoring their screams or fighting as Noj attacks them (he's too focused inwardly and grimly realizes theres nothing he can do) and moves into the hallway."
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nMechanically, Suzette follows Jacob out of the room, staying one step behind him and to the left. She refuses to look at anybody else."
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nNoj strains ineffectually against Suzette's grasp for the stretch of a few moments longer, but her expert holds and superior strength keep him well in hand. Finally, he strains no longer and, like a puppets with its strings cut, lets himself sink to his knees, shortly before Myriel begins her feeding. Quiet now, the yellow inferno in his one eye dies down to a banked glow, and he draws himself upright as the man sinks to the ground, nearly bloodless. With a few long strides, Noj stands at the man's side, watching him as the others file out. Slowly, He crouches down and reaches to the man's side, where the short sword hangs. Noj draws the weapon and peers at the blade, turning it this way and that and watching the flicker of light from his own glowing eye on the blade.\n \"Who should I say this prayer too?\" he asks aloud, but seemingly to no one in particular.\n \"Chauntea, to whom I lived my life? If anyone claims my soul, it's the lady of the plow and summer. Or should I say it to Loviatar? I've heard that screams are her prayers, and tears her holy water. Ha, ha.\" \nFrom beneath the bandages covering Noj's face, there comes the sound of muffled laughter.\n \"I commit my soul to any god that can find it anymore. Peace be to you, guardsman!\" \nWith a snap of the elbow like a scorpion's strike, Noj drives the blade into the neck of the downed and drained guard, watching intently as his lifeblood pours away.\nNoj watches for a moment longer, and then his broad lean shoulders begin to heave silently. Hauling himself upright with a crackle of joints and stiff bandage, Noj drops the bloody weapon and stalks out of the door, still holding his book close to himself."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n \"Now wasn't that fun?\" Virmas shakes his head. \"We can't have any of them alert others that we're gone. Lock 'em up in here if need be. We can't be found out.\" \n\nVirmas walks out of the room, noncorporeal and fading into invisibility."
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan:\n\nEthan climbs up the stairs, clad in the man's armor and clothing. The self-satisfied smile on his face betrays what he has done in the cell below, as do the droplets of blood on his chin. Ethan stares for a moment at those leaving, as well as the man killed by Noj (not having seen the man drained dry by Myriel). Ethan speaks in a much calmer and more easy going manner than he has since waking up in the cell below. \"Might be more useful to satisfy your urges if you take a small part of them with you.\" Ethan emphasizes the meaning with a grin to reveal bloodied teeth.\n\nWith a spring in his step, Ethan follows the others into the hallway, but pauses at the doorway, and looks towards Myriel and Alaeth, something about the way they stood there defiantly told him that something has happened in his absence, but he chose not to press the matter. Instead, he gave a small nod to them, and turned back towards the hallway.\n\nOne thing was clear, this was not the same restless, insecure Ethan that was found shivering in his cell, but this was the true Ethan; the one that is part monster and part human."
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "Suddenly, the entire complex is shaken to its foundation, vibrations coursing through the walls, the corpses still sprawled on the ground entering a macabre dance, the very stone beneath your feet cracking and threatening to overthrow you. Fissures appear at the walls and chips of stone fall from the more damaged areas. From above there is the chorus of thousands of metal objects falling on the stone and clay, glass and wooden objects breaking. The din of the explosions from the battle abates for a moment, replaced by the shouting of hundreds.\n\nThe Earthquake, while powerful, only lasted for a few heartbeats before subsiding, indicating a non-natural occurence. Still, even those few seconds were enough to damage the entire structure. Clouds of dust impede vision and the sourceless illumination of the hall beyond the iron doors has failed-though the darkness does not block the vision of the children of the night. Standing or falling, you realise that the complex has been struck by an amplified earthquake spell from a mighty elementalist or hierophant-or an entire cabal of red wizards performing a circle magic ritual. The building is still standing-but it was substantially damaged and if the attack came from those besieging it it might be repeated. You jump towards the exit of the underground crypt, surprised and pleased that in the meantime a larger part of your strength has returned.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAnother 2 points of strength have returned. And the earthquake is a reminder you should not linger overlong in a besieged building-such structures have the unfortunate tendency to fall on their occupants' heads.\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nVirmas is unshaken from the earthquake as he is currently incorporeal, but still looks to the others. \"Ladies and gents, I suggest we move quickly. You'd hate to be buried, wouldn't you?\" "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nNoj shuffles along wordlessly through the tunnel, although he occasionally fields a glance at the others in the party..."
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n Well, it seems whoever wants to bring this place down has made our choice for us. These guards here are going to die when they get buried so we'll be saving them a slow, agonising death if we feast on them then kill them and there's no sense leaving them going to waste and remain hungry ourselves. Ofcourse, if some of us wish to be really foolish we could try to take them with us and \"rescue\" them. \nFrom her tone, Myriel makes quite clear what she thinks of people that wish to be foolish on their own expense. It is also clear that, despite being what most people would call evil and unpredictable, she does care what happens to the group as a whole. Whether it is because she sees safety in numbers or because she's taken a genuine interest in the other members of the group is still unclear.\nShe moves carefully towards the now open exit, balanced but wary due to her lingering weakness from the previous fight."
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nWith his plans dashed by the earthquake and others going ahead without seeming to care what it looks like, Hellstar was in a poor state of mind to deal with the earthquake, but it quickly brought him back to his senses. He lost his footing and pedaled backwards into the door, knocked his head (which incidentally seemed to hurt a lot less than it used to), and fell into a guard. The sword fell during the shuffle. Frustrated not only by his lot in life but by the fact that he had suggested such an elaborate and hence fragile plan, he throws off the borrowed armor and marches into and through the hallway with a dead serious look on his face and muttering to himself. \"We are clearly getting out of here right now .\" \n\nHe did not, however, sate his hunger. This pleased him as much as it fueled his determination."
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\n To be unnatural is one thing, but to have nature turn its wrath against you... thats something completely different. Ethan thinks to himself in a sarcastic manner, as he shuffles along side his new companions. Somehow, being undead made him feel more alive than he ever felt before. Freedom, unconstrained power, and a couple of fine looking traveling companions would make any existance worth while. \n\nAs he walks through the hall, he keeps an eye out for any more surprises."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nWith the earthquake, Oathbreaker kicks it into high gear, taking off down the hallway at full speed depending on his undead resiliance and luck to see him through potential traps. Besides, if he ran across enemies he could probably pull off being a surviving gaurd and get the edge before a fight starts, as he's ahead of the party."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nWith the earthquake, Alaeth moves after her sister, casting one regretful look at the guards. What the regret is for, it's hard to say, even for her. She hated to condemn so many to death... but then, they were Thayan. They worked for the same ones who had killed hundreds in an effort to create more undead to spread still more death... Part of her, too, feels that it is a waste to leave them here without sating her thirst first, and part of her is repelled at the notion, and glad that she will be removed from the temptation to do so.\n\nDespite her misgivings, Alaeth does not tarry as she moves for the exit. A thought strikes her silently, and she prays that it not be day outside."
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "The iron door opens up to a square, largely empty room fifty by fifty feet in size. The chairs, tables, plates and glasses and half-finished foodstuffs in the room indicate this must be a permanent guardpost housing more than a dozen soldiers and you suspect, from the symmetry of the building so far, that another such guardpost lies in the other side. Persumably, during the fight there would only be a light guard here, soldiers from both guardhouses joining in a single watch. You don't see any beds though so this must not be a barracks. Strangely enough, you don't see any exits in this room at all-at least at first glance."
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nAfter the earthquake, Suzette had increased her speed to match Jacob's. When he stops abruptly after a few paces, she looks up. She is about to ask whether he still feels weak and whether she should carry him for a change, as the lack of obvious exit sinks in. Automatically, her eyes fly towards the ceiling, as if the obvious answer to this riddle is another trap door.\n\nThen she looks about the room more carefully, hoping to see a tapestry or bookshelf that might be hiding a door, or maybe a hatch in the floor somewhere. Finally, she turns her eyes questioningly towards Jacob, hoping that he'll come up with something so she wouldn't have to walk past those guards again."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n \"Time to get the hell out of here!\" \n\nVirmas walks to the walls. Should he be able to actually walk through them this time, he looks for hidden doors. Then he'll look for what triggers them.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSearch the area he finds hidden doors at, or just a plain search.\nSearch: (1d20+9)[ 11 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nNoj shambles into the ruined room and idly reaches down to pick up a piece of stone, stowing his precious book away in the lip of his boot. He seems...quieter now. And more alert, as he tosses the stone from hand to hand.\n \"You can move through walls,\" he says, \"Surely you can find the door?\" "
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\nEthan looks at the walls of the room, as if inspecting some strange and pecular beast. He glances run up towards the cieling, and down to the edges where they touch the ground.\nFinally, he says to no one in particular, \"I have seen something like this in the academy. Though in our case, one of the walls was an illusion to confuse intruders.\" \nEthan focuses for a moment, and then becomes keenly aware of the presence of magical energies around him. Using his new found awareness, he tries to locate any magical effects in the room.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Using the duskblade's ability of detect magic.\n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nOathbreaker and his equipment become insubstantial as he again takes gaseous form, sweeping the room's perimeter and checking to see if he can slip through unseen gaps in the wall or ceiling."
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "Both Virmas and Jacob can slip through the inner walls either through the newly-made cracks or through the wall itself as they assume incorporeal form. However, neither can pass through the outer walls at all. It is as if there's a solid surface half an inch before the wall's surface-an invisible, impenetrable surface. It appears the outer walls are warded.\n\nEthan however quickly employs his ability to reveal magics. After a few moments of observation, he can clearly see the powerful abjuration binding the foundations in the crypt below and the outer walls of the complex. Less powerful auras of divination emanate from the crystals in the previous chamber and a faint-obviously masked-aura of illusion comes from a square area in the wall right beside the entry to the guardpost. The area is the same size and shape as the entry to the previous chamber.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nEthan made his will save against Magic Aura.\n "
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\nEthan grins to himself, obviously satisfied with the results he had found. Confidently, he strides towards where the illusion is, and stands right before it.\n\" This wall segment is an illusion, just as I thought… Though I am not sure what lies behind it... \" As he says the last word, he puts his hand into it for see if he can pass through it, and if there is a door handle to open. If unobstructed, he will walk through."
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nAs his keen blood-red eyes scan the new room, he looks up and sees the smoke from the book-burning pile. Ah, of course! The guards were alerted by the fire! Running back through the door and hallway to the other large metal door, Hellstar forces himself to ignore the guards standing there. Poor souls. He could not help feeling bad despite the fact that they almost undoubtedly worked for his enemy.\n\nTurning into a mist, he slips through the cracks at the top of the door, hiding himself in the smoke, and gets a look into the other room..."
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "As Ethan presses his hand against the door, the illusion vanishes, revealing a heavy brass door with an intricate pattern of symbols on it forming a pentagram in a circle. A cool disembodied voice issues from the door, forming a single word in a questioning tone:\n Password? \n\nMeanwhile, Hellstar manages to pass through the crack at the other door and enter a room identical to the other one-if one disregards the slightly different position of the furniture. Like the first guardpost, this too is empty."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth walks slowly about the room, investigating it; she stops, however, as Ethan makes his discovery. The elf glances thoughtfully back the way they came, and then at Myriel, wondering if she is thinking the same thing.\n\nMentally, a command echoes in the mind of one of the guards. Go through the hidden door. Magic was a difficult thing, she considered. It would be all but impossible to ward against any and all forms of betrayal; in this case, the command was to do something that might inadvertently give away information to an enemy, but it was not a direct interrogation. She could not know whether it would work without knowing the spells used, but it was worth taking the chance; worth it given that the soldiers were murderers.\n\nShe has to remind herself of that to make herself do it. Silently, she walks back towards the record hallway, glancing away from the guards—if she has ordered the man to his death, she doesn't want to watch him die."
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nFinding the other room in much the same condition, minus guards, Hellstar filters back into the hallway and shifts into substantial form. It is then that he hears the voice, and freezes for a few seconds. As it is clear nothing is trying to immediately kill him, he walks back to the room and is reticent to try to suggest any uses for the guards for the time being. He doesn't want any blood on his hands."
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\nEthan lets go of the door, and turns towards Myriel and Alaeth saying, \"Can we get one of the soldiers to open the door?\" "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nOathbreaker re-forms and looks on at the goings-on thinking All that effort just to keep us in and How awesome would it be to have a sentient door to carry around? Not that its exactly sentient per say, but what if? The second thought makes him smile and start seriously looking at the wall around the door.\n \n Spoiler \n Password? CLANG *door attack* Password? CLANG *door attack*\n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "As Ethan lets go of the door, the diagram flashes blue and unleashes a Lightning Bolt directly at him, almost throwing him to the floor. It appears a password is required so as not to be blasted. The disembodied voice speaks again:\n Password? \n \n Spoiler \n\n35 lightning damage. Roll DC 20 reflex save for half then apply lightning resistance.\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nVirmas raises an incorporeal eyebrow at Ethan, before looking to Myriel. \"Tell your toys that their shift is up, they need to let the next shift in. That sounds non-confrontational, doesn't it?\" "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nOathbreaker thinks to himself A talking, magic blasting door. I'm pretty strong, I bet I could wield it if we could tear out its frame... Weighing the possibility of getting blasted vs. the awesomeness of a talking, blasting improvised club Oathbreaker's chaotic nature will win out and he will attack the stone around the door trying to pry it out.\n \n Spoiler \nJust so you guys know, I fully expect to get blasted for this. Even if it does work I fully expect the magic in the door to fade as its a dungeon feature. Still, Oathbreaker doesn't know that and it would be pretty awesome if it did work. 🙂\n "
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\nEthan is surprised at the aggresive retaliation from the door. He turns to mist, moves a short distance away from the door, before rematerializing standing up. Cluthing at where the lighting has struck, where obvious burn marks have appeared.\n\n \"Well, that was unpleasent.\" Ethan says at the door, while something bordering on rage flushes through him. His eyes remain fixed on the door, as if challenging it to strike him again.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Reflex Save, DC 20 :[roll]1d20+6[/roll]\n "
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Sorry for the double post, had problems with the dice in the previous one.\nReflex save, DC 20: (1d20+6)[ 18 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "The guard commanded by Alaeth places a hand on the door-then vanishes. Alaeth recognises a minor transposition effect-and the fact that the door either recognises the guard from previous uses or that thinking of the password while touching the door is enough. Since she's commanding the guard mentally, Alaeth realises thinking the command is enough-but that won't get any of them through the door. The 'door', obviously made to be a permanent barrier, can't physically open ofcourse. But that would mean somehow corpses-and newly made undead-would have to be taken in and out of the lower levels, perhaps by another route perhaps by this very door. The guards seem able to open the door-can they also take people through it?\n\nBefore Alaeth has time to share her speculations with the rest of the group, \"Jacob\" decides to try to break the wall. While his attempt is ineffectual with his diminished strength, the door flashes once warningly. Perhaps actually damaging the wall might have an unfortunate result from the door..."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n \"Did you all see it flash at me? It definately flashed at me! It CAN think! Wierd!\" Realizing that he is no match for this door, Oathbreaker backs off to consider his options. It's Just like that one time... \n Flashback Time!: \"So I just have to get through this door and I've passed the test?\" a teenaged Oathbreaker asks. \"yes my student\" his sensei says is his usual calm demeaner. \"Thats EASY!\" the rash Oathbreaker exclaims as he approaches the door \"When there is fire in me then I am still cold; When I own your true love's face then you will not see me; To all things I give no more than I am given; In time I may have all things and yet I may keep nothing. What am I?\" it speaks. \"Open up you stupid door!\" Oathbreaker hastily exclaims as he attempts to wrestle with the handle of the reflective portal. A pause, and then a ZOT!, as a ray blasts the teenager from the door \"OW! What the F***!\" he responds in agony \"What am I?\" the door repeats. \"I'll show you what!\" the youth shouts as he draws his Large Warmace and attacks the doors frame. A ray shoots from the door and the boy sinks to his knees in weakness \"What am I?\" the door continues...\n\n Three hours later: Oathbreaker weakly steps through the gap in the freshly demolished wall, his master on the other side looking in astonishment at the door that had fallen out of its demolished frame. \"So did I pass the test?\" a weary and panting Oathbreaker asked. \"No my student, you have failed to gain wisdom\" His sensei shakes his head sadly and walks away. \"This test was stupid\" Oathbreaker grumbles as the door asked \"What am I? behind him.\n\nThe images in Oathbreaker's head form again into a scene much later...\n\n Two Years Later: Oathbreaker sees an image of himself fighting shadowy figures with a very strange, huge reflective axe as his dojo burns behind him. The blade must be the size of a door he thinks, strangely he can also remember it talking as he fought \"What am I?\" *FLASH!* <- magic errupting from axe \"What am I?\" *FLASH*."
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nHellstar had honestly expected the door to swing open. Clearly, the designers were smarter than that. \"Well that was interesting. Clearly they didn't provide us with a doorknob and hinge but instead set up a door which is reasonably impassable to intruders. They must have gotten us into here somehow . Maybe a chute?\" He paces around the room a bit double-checking for obvious exits but finds none. \"Or do you think that the magical effect works for the guard and anyone he is touching? Myriel, Alaeth? Would you,\" he says crossing the room, \"tell one of the guards to pass through the door with his hand clasped to my shoulder?\" He stands waiting, positioned right in front of the door but not touching it."
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n\nThe sorceress nods to Hellstar then commands one of her guards to take him through the door.\n We'd better refrain from telling them what to do exactly-it may be the wrong thing to do. A vague description can make them rely on their own knowledge-not our commands. "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth nods distantly, concentrating on the link between her and the guard. \"Be careful how you think out the orders, as well,\" she murmurs. \"A small change in the wording could kill them if it sets off the wards.\" She still didn't know whether the spells set on the guards prevented them from doing anything that might be construed as intentional betrayal, or if only demands for information triggered the spell. She also sends commands to the other remaining dominated guards, telling them to come.\n\n \n Spoiler \nConcentrating on the guard as a standard action to receive sensory input, as per the spell.\n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "The vague command does not activate the binding on the remaining guards and Hellstar manages to cross the door along with the guard. It seems that, being undead, you are supposed to pass through it-though with an escort. The minor teleportation takes Hellstar-and soon the remaining of the party as well as the one dominated guard that had to escort you all one by one into another very large chamber, perhaps as large as the crypt below. Though the chamber is a mess after the earthquake, its contents are far more interesting than anything you've met below. Dozens of single-table alchemist's labs with half a dozen half-spilt and still brewing alchemical concoctions on them fill the room with chalk boards hanging on every wall full of arcane formulae, calculations and finalised rituals. Several drawers and cupboards have been put to use as storage for spell components and arcane substances and more than one spellbook can be seen lying around. The wooden door that leads to a great staircase and, persumably, the floor above is hanging from its hinges, the wall around it half-broken by the earthquake. In many of the storage areas and lab tables small fires with red, yellow, green and even black flames can be seen where the earthquake disrupted unstable experiments and dozens upon dozens of glass containers have been spilt on the ground, the liquids they once contained slowly eating holes into the floor. It is clear this once was the central lab where all the necromantic research took place, complimenting the chambers below where the experimentation and application of knowledge gained here was done. The great lab now lay in ruins, the majority of experiments and arcane supplies destroyed but a great deal could still be salvageable.\n\nAt that point, Suzette, the last in the group, crosses through the door having confiscated several shortswords and crossbows, studded leather armors and a few shields from the guards, leaving behind the foodstuffs and the various personal items she found as well.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n12 shortswords, 12 studded leather armors, 3 crossbows, 120 bolts, 3 bucklers from the guards. You'd better search this room too. I took the liberty of taking you all through the door-eventually you'd cross and there isn't anything else to do below anyway.\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n \"Ladies, gents, and those who've lost the parts to care, let's start looking. I'd love to be able to use some of this stuff against our local, unfriendly, creators.\" Virmas starts rifling through drawers, shelves, and generally anything he can find. \"One of you that can see magic stuff, tell me if I miss anything, would you?\" \n \n Spoiler \nIf we're not really in a rush (yeah, right), he'll take 20 for a total of 29.\n\nOtherwise...\nSearch: (1d20+9)[ 15 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n \"Yes, lets look for treasah!\" Oathbreaker exclaims happily (theres nothing like stealing from people who've wronged you, and it warms Oathbreakers cold, cold heart to do so)\n\n \n Spoiler \ntake 20 on search for 30 total. If Oathbreaker sees his reflection he will clean his face off with a rag or something.\n\nEdit: Oh yeah. No reflection duh...\n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth glances about the room with more than a spark of interest. Whatever else they were, the wizards of Thay were intelligent and resourceful. Access to one of their research labs was something she could normally never have attained—they guarded their secrets closely. She wishes that they were not in a rush; she could doubtless spend hours if not days investigating this place.\n\nBut they don't, as the damage from the earthquake reminds her, and she must prioritize. Quickly, she moves to one of the spellbooks, paging through it rapidly to see what it holds.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAlaeth will look through the spellbooks she can find, and she'll probably end up taking all of them (along with Myriel and Hellstar, of course). She'll also take a supply of spell components, but that's less interesting and she'd want to know what ones she'd need before packing them.\n\nSearch (1d20+27)[ 32 ] , looking primarily for spellbooks and other things of a magical nature. It also works for secret doors, of course, what with the elven door sense.\n "
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nAs much as Hellstar hated the Red Wizards of Thay, he had to admire thier resources. They are famous for having even the more rare and esoteric things in their spellbooks -- possibly as a result of having many highly specialized wizards. Too bad none of them are here right now ... he thinks, that's one group of people I wouldn't feel bad feeding on. \n\nAs soon as he sees a spellbook lying in the rubble, Hellstar dashes over to it and starts flipping through its pages before he reminds himself that they don't have that much time. He knows himself; he could easily spend the next few hours studying the arcane writings out of nothing more than curiosity. Instead he makes a careful search of the room for spellbooks, scrolls, components, and other arcane goods. It wouldn't hurt to find a potion or two, either! \n \n Spoiler \nHellstar is taking 20 (totalling 34 ) to find spellbooks, scrolls, and components. He has little need for the latter, so they go to Alaeth. I expect that Myriel, Alaeth, and I will split up the spellbooks somehow -- we're definitely bringing all of them.\n\nHe'd like to find some potions if he could, but more importantly a bag to put this stuff into. There's gotta be a spell component belt pouch and the like laying around.\n "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nNoj has little interest in the contents of his room, and he looks around the place with a detached revulsion. Moodily, he kicks over a table, sending alembics and distillers crashing to the floor. As Suzette lays down her findings on the ground, Noj slowly picks up and dons both a set of studded leather and straps a buckler to his left arm. This accomplished, he stands inert, waiting for the others to appreciate the urgency of leaving."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n \"Come on Noj lets look for more treasah!\" Oathbreaker wiggles a useless 'something he found' in front of Noj happily, completely ignoring the impact of his gesture.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHe's still stoked about stealing stuff, it makes him feel whole inside. That and lying of course.\n "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nNoj looks at the dapper man and his \"treasure\" and then down at his own blackened hands. In leaden tones, he says\n \"Yes. Maybe treasure will fill the hole where my soul used to be.\" \nBut he does not move."
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "Searching the entire room thoroughly takes a great deal of time, its size rivalling that of an entire manor house and its many storage areas and general disarray from the earthquake not making it any easier either. Fortunately, undeath has increased your perception to well beyond that of most mortals and the superior speed some of you posess enables you to search the room much faster than it would otherwise take.\n\nAlaeth quickly locates a repository of arcane components that has not been shatterred or gone up in flames yet, marks its location and begins her search for spellbooks. The first spellbook she finds is a common, leather-bound book and both its small size and worn covers indicate it is simply a copy intended for lab work. Leafing through it she finds it contains a spell to protect oneself from evil, a spell of shielding and another of armoring the caster, a spell to command undead, a spell to animate dead bodies and finally a strange spell whose formula seems to have been altered in some way. Alaeth ponders over the formula for a few seconds then realises-to her surprise-that this was once a divine spell adapted to be used by a necromancer to hide the caster as well as others from undead beings. It appears to be a research project of the wizard the spellbook belonged to and Alaeth quckly finds two scrolls containing the spell in its divine form and dozens of blank scrolls that must have once contained it. Persumably, the wizard had some ability with such divine magic and was casting the spell repeatedly while studying and altering its formula.\n\nWhile Alaeth appears so very focused in a spellbook she's found, Hellstar searches another area of the lab while grabbing another spellbook he spots. Deciding to study the book after the search, he carefully inspects every still-intact glass container. The area he's chosen to search seems to focus on potion-making of two different kinds. Nearly half of those potions and oils reek of necromancy. From the distillation process and the presence of significant amounts of powdered black onyx, bone splinters and dried pieces of meat as well as the glass containers being significantly larger than that of most potions, Hellstar realises they contain a mixed potion. Simply touching the containers makes his aura react to the contents and Hellstar knows these oils can be used to simultaneously animate and command undead beings. If the materials corresponding to each half-distilled potion are a good indication, the contents of a single bottle, if sprinkled over dead bodies, have the power to animate a dozen or more zombies or skeletons at once and bind them to whoever used the oil to animate them for weeks. With many such potions, a victorious army could animate both their dead and the dead enemies and immediately bind them to the army's commanders, giving them the ability to grow stronger with each victory. The other half of these potions don't reek of negative energy. In fact, they don't seem to have a magic aura at all. But the glass orbs that are part of the distillation devices emit a faint wailing and Hellstar can feel malevolent spirits bound to them. After several moments he realises these distillation devices have shadows bound into them and that hot water passes first through a filter of black lotus leaves then through the bound shadows. The thin black lotus brew would ot be enough to kill on its own but combined with a shadow's taint, it would be a very effective poison-and these devices were made to make mass production of this new quasi-magical poison not only possible but also much cheaper than normal.\n\nMeanwhile, Virmas and \"Jacob\" search the storage areas for more mundane supplies and soon \"Jacob's\" desire for treasure is fulfilled-they fall upon a huge storage of small, black opaque stones-black onyx gems. There are hundreds, perhaps thousands of them filling several chests too large to carry, not because some of the stronger members of the group could not lift them-they could lift a wagon one handed-but because they'd be quite awkward and make fighting impossible while holding them. \"Jacob\" finds a solution before long: in a cabinet containing travelling provisions for still living humans he finds three ordinary-looking bags that, when opened and searched, seem to be able to contain the entirety of \"Jacob's\" arm while being little larger than his palm. After checking the first of them, \"Jacob\" realises they are magical containers that can hold much more than most people could carry despite their tiny size-at least the first bag is. He hasn't had time to search the other two but they seem identical.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nYeah, it was time to give you some treasure. Unfortunately for you, most of this treasure is not usable before you get out of the undead manufactury and find some semblance of civilisation to trade it for useful stuff-unless you decide to make an undead army yourselves, that is.\n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nOathbreaker will immediately jab a hole in the bottom of the containers with the Onyx gems and pour them into the palm-sized bag like he's emptying a bag of marbles. He will do this to every chest in the storage area. I could probably use these things like marbles. Heh. he thinks to himself. As he is doing this he hands the other two to Virmas \"See if the others need space for a lot of small loot, these look like they can hold a TON.\" "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nVirmas nods and takes the bags. \"Yeah, yeah.\" \n\nHe floats over to Alaeth and gives her a bag, then goes to Hellstar and gives him one, and then looks over the equipment. \"Poisons?\" he says, noticing the shadows and black lotus. \"I wonder if it's possible to fit the poison making equipment in one of these bags?\" "
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nHellstar looks up from his examinations and nods to Virmas. Despite himself, his strong curiosity is driving him right now, almost making him forget that he's dead. \"Good idea. We can examine it later.\" He hands the bag back to Virmas, saying, \"Hold it for a moment,\" as he finds some scrap cloth to wrap the possessed orbs with and tries to place them carefully into the sack, followed by the potions which create and control undead.\n\n \"OK, good. Thanks, Virmas. Now to find a way out of here.\" As he starts to walk around, his attention shifts to the spellbook which he begins flipping through quickly."
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\nEthan has more than a little knowledge of the arcane, of the way magic functions and works, but he was at a loss in the lab.\n 'This way beyond anything we did in the academy,' he thinks to himself, as he surveys the surrounding lab, and as each other person of the group lunges for spell books, treasure and so on.\n\nThen, taking an extra pair of blades as back up from the weapons that Suzette has brought with her, Ethan gives a nod in thanks in her direction. After donning the scabbards, he joins Noj, and stands beside him for a moment.\n\nAfter a moment of silence between the two of them, as everyone else is looting or examining the room, he looks a Noj and asks, \"So, where you always this depressed, or is this an undead thing we all have to get used to?\" "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nNoj looks at the wispy Ethan incredulously.\n \"This doesn't bother you? We all just woke up in a...crypt full of people tortured and murdered just to make us into what we are. I'm undead, and a monster now. My wife and son are dead , and now I'm losing my mind too...\" He trails off for a moment and the shadows flow up his arms in lazy spirals.\nWith a savage suddenness, he bellows\n \"HOW CAN THIS NOT BOTHER YOU?! HOW?! HOW?! \" "
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan almost steps back in surprise as Noj begins screaming, but he manages to hold his ground. As the words hammer at him, it takes all his will power and discipline to suppress the memories rising from the depths of where he buried them. Flaring like open wounds, before being suppressed by the enervating calmness; the detachment from the living past.\n “Tell me Noj, will your misery bring back your humanity. Will it save you from this damnation?” Ethan asks, his once easygoing demeanor gone, “ It does bother me, more than you can may think. This is a defilement, this is the final and ultimate intrusion into what we hold most sacred; our soul. However there is little to be done to reverse it. Self destruction is not a solution, nor is suicide.” As he spoke, his eyes began to blow slightly, as if reflecting the light from the fire in his veins\n “Vengeance,” That one word was full of malice, full of rage, “Live for vengeance, if you can survive the irony of the statement, but don’t let it consume what simple pleasures you can have in life.” Ethan pauses again, before continuing in an absent minded manner, as if talking to himself as well as Noj, “Whether you like or not, you have a new beginning, don’t let it go to waste.” "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nOathbreaker, having only heard the last part of what Noj said will happily respond \"BECAUSE STEALING TREASURE MAKES ME FEEL BETTER, THATS WHY!\" . After emerging from the storage area he will realize that Noj wasn't talking to him and shrug, only to sway a little from the cold and his damnedable hunger! Its almost like another time..."
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nNoj lets his shoulders droop.\n \"Aye, I suppose there's some wisdom in that. But I don't breathe. I can't eat, and I can't drink. I can't sleep, and I'll never know the simple fellowship round the commons again. What simple pleasures have I got left? I'm just a miller; I'm not 'quipped to deal with this. All I know is reaping and planting and milling. And just today I've killed a man with my bare hands and fought some tentacled horror. Hells, I know I'm stronger now...but I'm still going to find the man who did this to me, and stuff his head up his own arse.\" \nHis eye flares yellow, and he straightens up to his full height.\n \"Aye...\" he repeats, softly. \"An' after that? Maybe then I'll find a way I can rest.\" "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nVirmas looks over to where Noj is at, slowing for a moment as he is stuffing poisons. \"Reap the ones who did this to you. Plant seeds of fear to ever raise someone like us again. Milling? Sorry, can't think of something for your words there.\" Virmas shrugs and returns to looting."
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nHellstar looks up from the spellbook in his hands as the conversation ebbs and flows around the topic of their unlife. Ethan made a devastating point -- despite whatever hatred they may harbor concerning their new bodies, suicide is not a valid option. They have to live -- or rather, unlive -- if only for one reason: vengeance. Hellstar may later attribute his continued existence to Ethan's sobering words, but for the moment they serve to focus his resolve.\n\nAs things settle down, Hellstar finishes paging through the spellbook and gets back to looking for a way out.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Search - (1d20+14)[ 16 ](30) \n "
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\nEthan nods sombrely, before his grin gradually returns. \"Life is what you make of it, so I've hear it said. I'm sure it applies to undeath as well, and you will find a variety of things to be your simple pleasures.\" \n\nShrugging, Ethan turns towards the rest of the room, watching the progress the others are having in the looting process. After a moment, he focuses his attention to finding out more about the other exits out of the lab.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Taking 20 on a search for exits out of the room, total is 32 \n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth thanks Virmas for the bag, with a simple nod and a murmured, \"Thank you.\" . Extradimensional space. Most convenient. She slips the spellbook inside it—there will be more time to look through it later—and continues on towards the next one.\n\nAt Noj's bellow, she stops, glancing back towards him, but one of the others is there first. Indecision paints her face for a few moments, and she stands still, bent over a table. Noj's outcry raised questions within her, as well. They were dead. She could never walk in the sunlight again; she could never reveal too much of herself to anybody, not without fearing that she might have to flee from them or crush their will. Her sister was her only real companion now. Her sister and the others.\n\nStraightening, she walks over to the former miller, finding herself unsure what to say. If she knew, doubtless she wouldn't be bothered by it herself. \"We aren't alone, at least,\" she finally says, simply."
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nNoj turns to look at the beautiful pale woman, and then around at the others in turn.\n \"Aye,\" he says, slowly and deliberately.\n \"I suppose if we've got anything, we've got company. That'll do for now.\" "
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nSuzette smiles as she watches and listens to the others. They were finecombing the place, opening concealed drawers and hidden compartments that she would never have thought to look for. As Jacob had said, they must be finding solace in continuing a habit from a previous existence. Soon, the futility of the act would dawn on them. They were dead. They no longer needed anything, and what they might want would either become futile or a matter of patience. Even for the spellcasters, the day would soon come when they had gathered any and all spells ever conceived.\n\n \"We have eternity stretched before us. This may seem either a blessing or a curse, but to me it is a purpose. There is a war going on, which Senue monks would normally avoid, since we shun politics. I now believe that I am destined to make a difference in this war, and that this is the reason I was captured and 'survived' whatever ritual they used to create me. As soon as I get out of here, I will find out more about the different parties in this war and join the side I am meant to join. Who knows, if you are all bent on revenge on our creators, our roads might coincide a while longer.\" \n\nWith that, she starts climbing the staircase to the next level, thinking \"or perhaps, they might cross\" as she steals a sideway glance at the more violent characters."
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "Another sudden vibration quickly increases into a true earthquake, sending delicate glass alchemical insruments crashing on the floor, toppling tables and cabinets, opening yet more cracks in the floor and walls and threatening to send you too prone to the ground. Pieces of stone fall off the ceiling and shatter yet more of the tables and small labs.\n\nThe earthquake subsides-but the reminder that a battle is going on outside and that the building might collapse at any moment does not. It would seem you dont have the time to search here anymore-nor sit and read spellbooks and lab notes. The positive side is that the weakness from the Keeper of the Dead you fought below has faded considerably and your wounds are long gone.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSorry for the delay-I didn't have internet access the past week. Anyway, grab everything you can and sort it later. It has been more than 1 hour since you fought the Keeper so your initial strength penalty has dropped by a total of 8.\n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n \"I think its time we got out of here\" Oathbreaker then takes 20 to search for a way out (for a total of 30)."
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth had stood for a few moments afte Noj's reply in agreement; then she had turned back to the task of collecting spellbooks and arcane components. She only glances up as Suzette speaks. Destined? Maybe, but I would not care to serve a god who employed undeath as his means of choosing. Velsharoon is not a pleasant god, nor are any others who might pick that... be careful, monk, who you pledge yourself to. \n\nShe was flipping through another book, tracing a pale finger down the arcane scribings, when the earthquake struck; only an opportune table saves her from tumbling to the floor, though she catches the book quite deftly. \"Perhaps,\" she comments, placing the book in the bag Virmas gave her, along with others, \"we had best take what we can now and leave.\" Following her own advice, she places another pair of books in the bag, and moves swiftly towards the staircase.\n\n \n Spoiler \nTaking all spellbooks in easy view that the others don't take.\n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nAfter a short search that resulted in seeing Suzette climbing a staircase out, Oathbreaker will follow, feeling a little silly that he was so dissoriented by the earthquake."
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nStanding in the center of the room absentmindedly paging through a spellbook when the earthquake returns at full force, Hellstar finds himself somewhat lacking in the \"things to hold on to\" department and only barely manages to keep himself upright. The spilled vials and alembics spilling suspicious chemicals on the floor leads him to believe that it's about time we get out of here. \n\nHe grabs the spellbook under one arm, and looks for an easy-to-reach bag of some sort while moving to and up the now obvious stairs."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nVirmas, seeing everyone else leaving, does so as well. \"Hope we got everything grabbable.\" "
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\nAs the earthquake struck, Ethan was almost thrown to the ground, and would have been had it not been for his new found reflexes and balance. After the earthquake subsided Ethan realized that all this talk of eternity was for naught if they were buried here. Ethan follows the others up the stairs, his face grinning once more. 'Soon. Every step is a step closer to the downfall of my enemies... and freedom.' "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nThe tall scarecrow of a man glances back at the yawning portal behind.\nOdd that so close to freedom he should feel so uneasy. Why did that hellish mausoleum feel so safe...and so much like home?\nNoj shakes his head and shuffles towards the stairwell."
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "The entire group ascends the stairs as quickly as they can, the steps themselves breaking apart more than once when the heaviest members of the group-such as Noj-step on them. When you all reach the end of the staircase-a relatively small square chamber thirty feet across and ten feet high-you come upon a new horror. Two ten-foot... things are standing guard at the chamber, one before each of the heavy iron doors, sigils similar to the one you saw below at the Keeper's door though smaller. The undead things seem to be made out of a headless bloated central body once belonging to either an ogre or a small giant in advanced decay with two humanoid arms sewn in each side, none of them from their original set. A thick aura of necromancy hangs in the air, the animating force of the abominations stronger than your own though somehow more shallow and incomplete. Though perhaps more powerful than you, these undead are neither as complicated nor as capable of intricate thought and evolution as you are. But since each one is wielding four extra large weapons at once with what looks like considerable strength, complicated powers and thoughts may not be required to make them dangerous. Perhaps being guardians against escaping undead like the keeper or simply recognising you as intruders, they ponderously step forward, raising their greatsword, waraxe, warmace and greathammer, not with the deadly grace you heard of in the stories of the Marilith demon but with all the horror of the headless horseman and the strength of a wizard's golem.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nRoll initiative, post actions.\n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " \n Spoiler \ninit: (1d20+12)[ 22 ] \n \n\n Virmas \n\nVirmas curses quietly before rushing forward, floating at the head level of these creatures.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIncorporeal, praying these aren't magical weapons. :P using corrupting touch to deal damage.\n\nAttack: (1d20)[ 1 ] Can you weapon finesse a touch attack? If so, add 11, if not, add 6.\n\nDamage: (1d6)[ 2 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n Of course; it makes sense that the necromancers would not let these crypts go unguarded. Grateful that she had found the necessary arcane components—this spell might have been within her reach before, now that she thinks of it, but it would have required a sacrifice on her part—she withdraws a sliver of bone from the pouch, intoning words in Elven. \"Tegi i gwand,\" she whispers, reaching out to to one of them to try and take command of the energies that drove it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative: (1d20+8)[ 20 ] . Casting Command Undead on one of the creatures, preferably one that hasn't been attacked yet. Will save DC 23 negates.\n\nIf the spell works, she warns her companions not to attack it, and orders it to attack the other one.\n "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj AC34 \n Init - (1d20+5)[ 14 ] \nNoj Clenches his fists with a crackling noise, and the black scarecrow spirals out of the stone between the two necromantic behemoths, capering and spinning about his cross.\nNoj eyes the weapons brandished by the creature.\n If I could only get one of those... \nNone the less, he steps forward, watching the creature's motion, and tries to pry the greatsword from the creature's grasp.\n Opposed attack roll - (1d20+12)[ 19 ] \n((declaring dodge on the creature for AC 35))"
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nWhen Hellstar smoothly bursts from the eerily collapsing stairway and spots the two guardians, clearly designed to keep them in, he simply drops his shoulders and sighs. \"They're not making it easy for us, are they?\" Looking around, it's clear that it will be almost impossible to keep one's distance from the ponderous patchwork powerhouses, but he move back against a wall just the same, and focuses his magics into a bolt of force aimed at the golem that Noj was in melee with.\n\n \n Spoiler \nBlast of Force, from Spell Compendium, with Undead Bane Magic.\n\n Attack - (1d20+8)[ 6 ](14) (ranged touch)\n Damage, Force - (2d6+1)[ 5 ][ 4 ](10) DC 20 Fort save or be knocked prone\n Bonus Damage, Force - (2d6)[ 1 ][ 4 ](5) \n\nStatus:\nAC / touch / flat: 23 / 13 / 19\nHP: 27/27\nEffects: All-Seeing Eyes, Entropic Warding\n "
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n First, a door that's out of reach. Then a guardian programmed to disable rather than destroy. Those vile books meant to break our mental strength so it would be easier to regain control. Clueless guards, who couldn't have been much more than a delay even if there had been a full regiment of them. That trapped door was the first thing to pose any real danger, and it was all in all not too hard to circumvent. These crude... things have desperation written all over them, which means my way out must be close. And I will not let anything hold me back! \n\nSuzette holds back for a mere moment to make sure the others are on the same wavelength, then runs around their first target to catch it in a pincer like movement and attack it from behind.\n\n[spoiler] Initiative - (1d20+9)[ 10 ](19) If she has a high initiative, she dalays her action until someone else visibly attacks one. She then tries to get into a flanking position while staying out of reach of #2 and without making more than a single move (40ft), so she can full attack.\n First flurry - (1d20+8)[ 7 ](15) damage - (1d8+7)[ 3 ](10) (magic)\n Second flurry - (1d20+8)[ 4 ](12) damage - (1d8+7)[ 4 ](11) \nDodging her target, AC 32 HP 35/35[spoiler]"
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nOathbreaker will nimbly spring from the stairs and attack a monster whistling happily to himself, heedless of the physical danger.\n\n \n Spoiler \nInitiative (1d20+10)[ 26 ] \n\nMove action to get within range of one (not within range of the other and preferably flanking with Noj) and full round to attack with two weapons. I declare Dodge on the one I attack.\n\n Slam (primary attack) (1d20+11)[ 29 ] \nIf it hits (1d6+7)[ 8 ] \n Short Sword (off-hand attack) (1d20+9)[ 27 ] \nIf it hits (1d6+3)[ 8 ] \nSorry for the delay guys, I had an early Thanksgiving dinner this weekend.\n "
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n\nTo everyone's surprise, the blonde sorceress moves up to the closest undead horror, a long bolt of eldritch flames materialising in her hands and forming into a glaive. Doing a pirrouette while holding the glaive in both hands, she cuts at the horror like a farmer reaping barley with a long scythe.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n initiative - (1d20+8)[ 13 ](21) \n touchattack - (1d20+6)[ 18 ](24) \n damage - (2d6)[ 6 ][ 4 ](10) \n "
},
{
"author": "Revlis",
"message": "Ethan\n\nEthan drops into a low crouch as soon as he sees the creatures, and waits with his sword drawn for the creatures to make their move. He waves his free hand in an intricate pattern, says a few short syllables in an unknown language, and suddenly blood erupts from his blade, and begins to drip to the ground. The blood, with its sweet coppery smell, seems drawn straight from Ethan himself, as he looks slightly drained by the ordeal.\n\nOnce the opportunity presents it's self, Ethan moves with lethal grace and strikes with deadly intent. ' More undead abominations... ' He thinks ironically to himself.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Sorry for the delay, had a net problem.\nIni: (1d20+8)[ 14 ] \nDelay action till after the creature move, and then strike at the one that has flanking to. Casts Blade of Blood as a swift action, accepting the 5 HP cost.\nStrike: (1d20+7)[ 19 ] \nDamage: (1d6+4)[ 7 ] + (3d6)[ 9 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "As Noj and Jacob rush to fight the creatures in meele, they enter within their superior reach and the hulking monstrosities strike out with massive strength. Surprisingly-or maybe not so much-Noj staggers as the blow from a huge mace glances off his iron-hard skin but Jacob is thrown backwards twenty feet to smash into the wall, a fairly large gash down his chest marking the spot where a greatsword connected but didn't do as much damage as it would have done on a still-living creature.\n\nGrumbling about foolishness, Alaeth uses a spell of necromancy and feels a connection with one of the two undead. To her surprise the undead bodies are utterly mindless despite their presence of mind to lash back at their attackers-and finds herself contesting with a hidden will within the body of the creature that is also controlling-or rather posessing it.\n\nHellstar and Ethan blast the second undead behemoth with magic and their spells hiss in protest then fizzle as something denies them their effects. Hellstar recoils in surprise-maybe a demon could resist spells naturally but undead beings could not...\n\nSuzette strikes the undead horrors from behind but despite her much increased strength her blows have as little an effect on them as they would have on a human being-or a statue made of stone. Obviously, these undead are resilient to physical attacks to some extent.\n\nComing out of his imbalanced position, Noj grabs one of the swords held by the undead monsters with both hands and, with a great burst of strength removes it from the other undead being's grasp. Noj, it seems, is at least as strong as they are and though he is smaller, they are wielding those weapons in only one hand each and therefore cannot apply their full strength to any one of them.\n\nMoving like the wind, Myriel lashes out with supernatural energies in the form of a long glaive at the first undead behemoth. Her conjured weapon long enough not having to enter the creature's reach to strike with it, her attack sears undead flesh leaving a thin but long and deep cut behind-and a great deal of foul smoke filling the room with the smell of rot and roasted flesh.\n\nRoaring in anger or pain-though all coming from its mouth is a long hiss-the multi-armed horror Myriel harmed lashes out with blow after blow at the sorceress. Some of them she is able to sidestep but the first blow that lands knocks her down and four others land solidly."
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n \"It resisted my magic? How utterly conceited!\" Quickly repositioning himself in the cramped arena, Hellstar focuses his inner energies into his hands and points them at the creatures which had just recently refused his arcane advances. An eerie purplish glow joins the space between him and his target momentarily.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Casting Baleful Utterance at the other weapon of the creature that Noj managed to disarm. \n Welcome back, Belial! \n\nChanging my action to an Eldritch Blast, which is currently a supernatural ability and hence shouldn't be affected by SR. Duh, should have thought of that immediately. Rolls in OOC.\n "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \n Here...here there's no guilt! Just keep hitting and smashing and killing...! \nSwinging his borrowed sword around with reckless might, Noj strikes at the creature's loathsome hide!\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nShadow Companion continues to provide both horrors with -2 to AC and saves (if possible). Power attack for 4 against horror.\n\n Greatsword - (1d20+8)[ 24 ] \n Damage - (2d6+20)[ 30 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n \"If at first you don't succeed, find another way!\" With that in mind, Suzette sets off with one leg, flips over and aims to land astride the monstrosity's torso. Let's see how it likes being pummeled from above!\n\n \n Spoiler \nI am very much in love with my extra move action 🙂\nSo, euhm, Tumble - (1d20+14)[ 12 ](26) to move into his square,\n Jump - (1d20+16)[ 6 ](22) to get up and Balance - (1d20+17)[ 4 ](21) to stay there?\n Flurry 1 - (1d20+8)[ 12 ](20) for - (1d8+7)[ 7 ](14) damage\n Flurry 2 - (1d20+8)[ 18 ](26) for - (1d8+7)[ 2 ](9) damage\n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nOnce again headless of the physical danger, a grinning Oathbreaker will move into melee (fighters 😛 ) and strike!\n\n \n Spoiler \nOr be thrown back again! The opponent I approach is still my dodge target, fast healing fixes me up to 25hp and I attack again with fist and sword:\n\nSlam Attack! (1d20+11)[ 20 ] \nIf it hits (1d6+7)[ 9 ] \n\nOff-Hand Short Sword Attack! (1d20+9)[ 11 ] \nIf it hits (1d6+7)[ 9 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth stares fixedly at one of the beasts, abruptly swaying on her feet. \"Demons,\" she utters aloud, and then looks down, shaking her head repeatedly as if trying to shake something off.\n\nShe retains enough presence of mind to snap her head up suddenly and snap, \"Watch out!\" as the second beast lumbers into action."
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n\nPowerful blows landing again and again on her, Myriel seems to be all right despite the punishment. Except for one minor cut that disappears within moments and a blow to the head by a huge mace resulting in a trickle of black blood that diminishes and is about to disappear completely, the sorceress appears unharmed.\n You have annoyed me, worm-ridden bag of rot. Now die. \nJumping up with as much swiftness as Suzette, she buries her eldritch glaive into the abomination's bulk. Hearing her sister's proclamation, she raises one pale eyebrow and looks around almost eagerly.\n Demons? I don't see any, sister mine... \n \n Spoiler \n\nDR takes care of most of the damage, fast healing removes most of the remaining wounds. Total damage: 1 point.\n touchattack - (1d20+6)[ 20 ](26) \n damage - (2d6)[ 4 ][ 4 ](8) \n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nUnsure of the effect of his previous attack, Virmas instead attempts something odd. Still incorporeal, he attempts to disarm one as he had seen Noj do.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHmm, let's see if Ghostly Grasp allows me to do so. It does allow me to interact with non ghost-touched items, so I'm hoping so. :P\n\nI take an AoO, then if it is possible. Opposed attack roll, -4 for a light weapon already included. (1d20+7)[ 8 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "Noj smashes his newly acquired weapon at the undead horror before him but his reckless blow is not enough to penetrate the abomination's flesh. Noj realises he'll have to aim for the softer parts of the rotting thing if he is to damage it.\n\nJacob rams a fist and a foot-long blade at the undead being's side-or at least tries to. His blows simply do not have enough strength to penetrate at the spot they land and his attacks were not accurate enough to strike at a joint or soft spot where the flesh would be softer.\n\nAlaeth seems to be standing there idly-even swaying for a moment as if drunk-but doesn't really do anything else except for issuing the cryptic warning about demons...\n\nMyriel strikes again at the undead creature before her, spearing it through its long-defunct stomach then jumps to her feet as foul smoke comes out of the new hole she's opened in the undead being's body while Hellstar blasts the same undead creature with his own eldritch energies, opening up a second smoking hole from afar.\n\nEthan, seeing his own spell fizzle, takes out his own shortsword and charges-but the second undead horror, previously inert, now moves to bash him with a mace and send him hitting a wall twenty feet away.\n\nSuzette has the sudden idea to jump on one of the two walking corpses and due to her superior agility barely manages to balance on it then lock her feet around its bloated neck and head. With the creature unable to dodge, she strikes it twice in quick succession, her first blow stopping as if meeting stone, the second managing to crack the undead thing's skull. Ofcourse, a cracked skull is far from a fatal wound for an animated corpse.\n\nVirmas attempts to disarm one of the massive weapons held by the undead horrors and the behemoth reacts by trying to strike him and throw him back but the weapon simply passes through his incoproreal form. Virmas suddenly feels like doused in icy water, what he'd expect to feel if he were a mortal and the undead being a ghost-but that's not how he felt when passing through walls and even the mortal guards he fought half an hour ago. Distracted, he tries to disarm but barely touches the enemy at all-and gets the same weird ghost-presence feeling from the undead entity.\n\nOne of the undead abominations-the one with Suzette on it-grabs her from her legs and violently throws her off its head so the other two hands can come to bear. Soon, Suzette is pinned, four huge arms straining with significant strength to crush her bones or rip her to shredds by strength alone.\n\nThe second undead abomination knocks Myriel down then simply steps on her, grinding her to the floor with one giant-sized, bloated leg on her back, the sorceress not nearly strong enough to dislodge the half a ton and more of its bulk."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nShaking his hands to try to get the clammy feeling off, Virmas scowls and then shouts. \"More damned creatures built specifically against us! You'd think they don't want us to leave!\" He then reaches for the weapon again, intent on taking it from the multi armed monstrosity.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDisarm attempt again. (1d20+7)[ 20 ] \n\nEventually I'll roll a natural 20.\n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth shakes her head sharply once more, looking up at Myriel. \"Not... They are inside the creatures. Driving them on...\" She seems distracted—it takes her a few moments to see her sister's predicament, and she is only able to bare her teeth at the creature, taking a step forward towards it."
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n \"Well that's just too bad for mister huggie here then, 'cause I have no intention of staying!\" Suzette snarles as she makes an attempt to free at least one limb to kick with.\n\nFour arms against two means the odds aren't exactly in her favour, but she takes pleasure in knowing that while the thing is focused on wrestling her, the others might get a few lucky shots in.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Grapple check to be grappling instead of pinned - (1d20+11)[ 14 ](25) \n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/Jacob \n \"If only I had a Truedeath Crystal...\" Oathbreaker frowns as he again attempts to strike his dodge buddy (from a flanking position if possible).\n \n Spoiler \n Feeble attacks go!\n\nSlam Attack! (1d20+11)[ 12 ] \nIf it hits (1d6+7)[ 8 ] \n\nEdit: woops heh heh...\n\nOff-hand Short Sword Attack! (1d20+9)[ 22 ] \nIf it hits (1d6+7)[ 9 ] \n\nEdit2: He's at 28hp now btw.\n "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nHis blade rebounding, The tall man takes a little more care with his next swing...\n Attack - (1d20+12)[ 25 ] \n Damage - (2d6+12)[ 17 ] "
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n \"Well that worked. Huzzah!\" Charging up his energies again, Hellstar adjusts his footing and launches another eldritch blast at the creature Noj is fighting.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAnother EB, no SR applicable. Sheet is linked at the top of this post.\n Attack - (1d20+8)[ 2 ](10) \n Damage - (2d6)[ 5 ][ 3 ](8) + Bane Damage - (2d6)[ 2 ][ 4 ](6) \n\nStatus:\nHP: 27/27\nAC, base/touch/flat-footed: 23 / 20 / 13, Dodge declared against the creature fighting Noj.\nEffects: Mage Armor, Entropic Warding, All-Seeing Eyes\n "
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n\nPinned under the bloated undead's bulk, the sorceress struggles to escape though she doesn't seem capable to dislodge the abomination on her own.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n grapple - (1d20+2)[ 12 ](14) \n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "In his second attempt, Virmas manages to pry an axe from the four-armed undead ogre's hand and for a fleeting moment he sees the image of a clawed but slender hand imposed over that of the undead being-then the ghostly image vanishes.\n\nAlaeth seems more distracted now and it occurs to Hellstar that she's struggling to control the second undead horror-seeing as it has mostly stayed out of the fight.\n\nSuzette struggles to leave the second horror's grasp and finds it surprisingly easy to slip the hold of a larger, stronger opponent. Once more, the second undead seems inert.\n\nJacob strikes at the hulking horror holding Myriel down-unable to dodge it is an easier target. His punch lands and is deflected by iron-hard skin but his sword bites into undead flesh-and deals no more than a scratch. Jacob curses himself for not using a larger, more effective weapon.\n\nNoj, now swinging more carefully at a less mobile opponent strikes true and his great strength propels the sword he's holding fully half a foot into rotting flesh. That could have killed a living man unable to roll with the blow to lessen the damage but it is little more than an inconvenience for a powerful undead. Noj wonders how many such blows he can take himself and survive.\n\nHellstar's blast of magical energy might not have landed against a fully mobile enemy but against the creature engaged with Noj and Jacob and holding Myriel down, the magical blow hits it on the upper left shoulder, opening up yet another smoking hole.\n\nEthan gets on his feet and finds his bearings then moves close to enter the fight, warily staying outside the creature's reach.\n\nOne of the two undead horrors seems to be inert once more while the other pummels down on the futilely struggling Myriel with its leg, seeking to crush her bones and destroy her. The sorceress feels her bones snapping one by one-she is much, much tougher than when she was alive but the magics that hold her together now seem to be dispersing."
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nVirmas looks to 'Jacob.' \"Use this!\" He tosses the axe towards Jacob, letting it land at his feet.\n\nHe then attempts to grab the ogre, pulling it off Myriel.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nTouch attack: (1d20+11)[ 21 ] \nGrapple: (1d20+6)[ 8 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/Jacob \n\nOathbreaker smiles at the gift from his invisible ally, drops his short sword idly, picks up the Waraxe and swings it two handed at the bad guy (*snicker*) \n Spoiler \n Free Action to drop sword, Move Action to pick up Waraxe and the rest of the round to attack.\n\nWaraxe Attack! (1d20+11)[ 19 ] \nIf it hits (1d10+10)[ 13 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nWhen the four arms around her stop struggling, Suzette slides down and finds herself staring straight in Alaeth's face, which seems to be transfixed on her sister.\n\nA plethora of different emotions wash over her. First of all, an almost overpowering desire to rain blows on the defenseless creature behind her, to turn around and hit and tear and rip and kick until nothing's left but a heap of goo. Secondly, a short burst of malicious glee at the sight of the oh-so-powerful sorceress being squished like the piece of vermin that she is.\n\nBut then, there is also sorrow for her milder sister; no one should have to watch a loved one come to her end like that. Furthermore, disgust with how the violent actions of the other could have riled her so much, and lastly, a strong stubborn desire that she, and she alone decides upon her actions, not some urge planted inside her by a necromancer and definitely not a bout of Schadenfreude. \"Where you end up depends on the roads you choose to travel.\" \n\nShe ducks underneath the arms of the second monster, slides between its legs, plants her shoulder in its groin and pushes upwards to lift it off the ground.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'm not really sure what to roll here, so I'll just make a bunch of rolls and you can pick those that apply.\n Tumble 1 - (1d20+14)[ 12 ](26) ; Tumble 2 - (1d20+14)[ 1 ](15) ; Tumble 3 - (1d20+14)[ 3 ](17) ; Tumble 4 - (1d20+14)[ 3 ](17) ;\n Grapple Check - (1d20+11)[ 17 ](28) ; Strength Check - (1d20+7)[ 10 ](17) ;\n "
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nHellstar almost feels sorry for Myriel, but somehow his emotions seem dulled. Between the distractions of battle and the altered perceptions of his undead form, he just doesn't feel things like he used to. It is for this reason that it only slowly it dawns on Hellstar that Alaeth's empathy for her sister might be causing her some distress and distracting her concentration.\n\nRushing closer to Myriel but staying out of the creature's long reach, Hellstar gathers his blood-energies while yelling out, \"If you're getting bored of being stomped on, Myriel, I suggest you assume a different form!\" Letting loose his blast, Hellstar quickly backs away from the creature again.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAnother EB.\n Attack - (1d20+8)[ 12 ](20) Ranged touch\n Damage - (2d6)[ 2 ][ 2 ](4) \n\nStatus: (on sheet )\nHP: 27/27\nAC, base/touch/flat-footed: 23 / 20 / 13, Dodge declared against the creature grappling Myriel.\nEffects: Mage Armor, Entropic Warding, All-Seeing Eyes\n "
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n\nUnable to speak-but able to take purely mental actions even if she's prevented from altering her shape-the sorceress calls forth eldritch power, searing the creature at point-blank range.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n damage - (2d6)[ 5 ][ 3 ](8) \n attack - (1d20+10)[ 12 ](22) \n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth looks up, still swaying slightly; her gaze alternates between Myriel and the second, less active of the two creatures. Her expression betrays anxiety and apprehension, expressions that are unusual on the normally self-confident elf's face. Then she stands up straighter, looking more resolved—though the apprehension is not gone, not entirely.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+6)[ 8 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nStriking deeply once more, The tall man attempts to bury the sword in the abomination and slice outwards with greater force!\n \n Spoiler \n\nNoj smash! PA 2\n attack - (1d20+12)[ 15 ] \n damage - (1d20+16)[ 28 ] \nEDIT: Oops. Well, it's a miss anyways.\n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "After throwing the axe at \"Jacob\", Virmas attempts to grapple with the undead monstrosity-but is unable to move it even an inch.\n\nJacob strikes the creature with his newly acquired weapon but his blow is deflected by the creature's iron-hand skin.\n\nDespite all her attempts, Suzette can neither topple the undead monster through leverage-it is far too strong and too large-nor fully lift it by strength alone. It must weigh a ton or more and despite her increased strength, Suzette can't lift that much yet.\n\nBoth Hellstar and Myriel blast the four-armed creature with magic, opening more holes while Noj hacks at it but gets his sword deflected by the creature's hide.\n\nSurprisingly-or not so surprisingly given Alaeth's attempts-the second undead behemoth rushes into the first and they both roll away from the trapped sorceress. The insidious entrapment magic on Myriel is broken and she reverts immediately into gaseous form..."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n \"Well how do you like that?\" Oathbreaker says to himself as he presses the attack. \"This hurts me as much as it hurts you!\" \n \n Spoiler \n (I can't resist) Bluff (1d20+16)[ 35 ] 😁\n\nSmiling at his luck Oathbreaker attacks the one that was tackled, declaring it his dodge target (if it wasn't already). I don't care if I accidentally hit the other one btw.\n\nWaraxe Attack! (1d20+11)[ 22 ] \nIf it hits (1d10+10)[ 13 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nThe impressive sight of one creature tackling the other unfolds before his eyes like some battle of the titans from time immemorial. Wow. is about all Hellstar can come up with for a moment as the ground shakes from a few tons of creature hitting it.\n\nConnecting the dots, Hellstar turns to his right where Alaeth was still standing intently focused, and says, \"You may have just won the day for us. Thank you.\" \n\nNot wasting a second, Hellstar recharges his energies, repositions himself somewhat, and launches them at the more damaged of the two creatures. But heck, if it hits other one instead, that's fine too. \n \n Spoiler \nAnother EB.\n Attack - (1d20+8)[ 5 ](13) Ranged touch\n damage - (2d6)[ 3 ][ 2 ](5) \n\nStatus: (on sheet)\nHP: 27/27\nAC, base/touch/flat-footed: 23 / 20 / 13, Dodge declared the weaker creature\nEffects: Mage Armor, Entropic Warding, All-Seeing Eyes\n "
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\nSwept aside between the legs of the foe she was trying to lift - and quite happy that they shielded her from the impact - Suzette decides not to try to wriggle from underneath them. Instead, she plunges a hand inside one of the holes made by Hellstar and squeezes down on something mushy inside. It might not do much damage, but at least she gets a satisfying 'sshprtch'.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Grapple Check - (1d20+11)[ 10 ](21) to do (1d8+7)[ 7 ](14) unarmed damage\n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth mentally sighs with relief as Myriel reverts to a form better suited to escaping the creature, and her daze seems to have broken enough that she nods at Hellstar to acknowledge his thanks. Her apprehension, however, has not left her. I only hope the price is not too much... \n\nBest to end this quickly. Alaeth pulls heat from the air once again, conjuring black flames that flicker about the enemy creature's body.\n\n \n Spoiler \nAssuming that I don't need to continue concentration on the creature, here.\n\nFiery Blast, (2d6)[ 6 ] fire damage, Reflex DC 22 half. Since the target is Large, there ought to be an area I can target to avoid hitting the 'allied' creature and Suzette, if either is grappling it.\n "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nHis yellow eye flaring, Noj wheels and tosses his stolen greatsword down the hall. With a sudden leap, he tries once more to wrest a weapon from the towering horror in front of him. The warmace, this time.\n Opposed attack roll - (1d20+14)[ 27 ] "
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n\nEnraged at being held down for so long, Myriel blasts the undead guardian still opposing them with eldritch might.\n Take that you museum of worms! \n \n Spoiler \n\n attack - (1d20+11)[ 9 ](20) \n damage - (2d6)[ 3 ][ 3 ](6) \n "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nVirmas joins in the grapple against one of the creatures, attempting to rip it apart.\n\n \n Spoiler \nNew grapple check. (1d20+6)[ 14 ] \nAnd then beating on it. Attack: (1d20+11)[ 22 ] \nDamage: (1d6+3)[ 6 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "With the second undead horror having pinned down the first, it is not difficult for the group to tear it apart.\n\nJakob's blow nearly severs an arm and Suzette manages to plunge her hand into a wound and tear it wider. Noj, realising he could easily take the warmace once the four-armed creature is dead, slams a fist at the creature's head with all his might, flattening it. Alaeth, hellstar and Myriel finish the job by burning holes into the undead being's torso until the corpse is too mangled for the animating energies to work.\n\nThe first undead behemoth moves no more, the second is under Alaeth's control. The fight has taken less than a minute and the group has overcome a pair of powerful guardians, doing in a count of forty what a small army of human fighters could never accomplish. You are beginning to realise the true extent of the power undeath has given you and, having explored your abilities now it registers that, for the price of blood or death paid daily for the rest of your lives, you're as strong as a dozen men each and have a chance at immortality. A sense of power mingled with horror at what you have become tells you you've only seen the beginning of your new \"lives\"."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n \"Hey do you guys mind if I use these?\" He hefts both Warmaces (despite their size and weight) with ease and takes a stance \"I kind of developed a style with these things. When I trained in the north.\" \n\nIn his mind: Maybe we can do this. Maybe we'll get out of here in one piece... but what then. Forever is a long time without the sun. I kinda want to live again... \n \n Spoiler \n Bluff (1d20+16)[ 17 ] \n\nHe isn't lying about the style. He's lying about where he learned it.\n "
},
{
"author": "Taffimai",
"message": " Suzette \n\n...and a satisfying 'sshprtch' it was. Throwing the leftover bits left and right, Suzette getsup from underneath her opponent. \"So,\" she thinks, \"this thing was too heavy. I am like a toddler in this new body, learning what I can and cannot do. If I am to fully make use of my new strengths, I'll have to experiment with them.\" With that, she solemnly decides to lift and push and drag at every opportunity until she gets a good feel for her power again.\n\n \"Let's see what else they have devised to keep us penned in.\" \n\nShe walks over to the right door and attempts to open it."
},
{
"author": "Ramos",
"message": " Myriel \n\nThe sorceress turns to her sister with gratitude, something one would not expect from the sorceress normally-but Myriel's relationship with her sister Alaeth is not what one would describe as normal.\n\n Thanks, sis. I didn't know you had skill in necromancy though. Maybe I'm a bad influence. "
},
{
"author": "Lochar",
"message": " Virmas \n\nVirmas nods to the fallen bodies. \"Better you guys than me.\" \n\nHe then looks over to the others. \"I just need one of those weapons, you mind? I don't care what one.\" "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nNoj looks at the tangled visceral mess of the undead at his feet and shudders like a man whose muscles reversed upon themselves.\n Only my mind keeps me from being them...is that going to rot away too? \nQuietly, Noj picks up the greatsword from the ground and begins hacking savagely at the corpse, his yellow eye flaring as he carves away rotted flesh."
},
{
"author": "warbacon",
"message": " Hellstar \n\nPurely out of habit Hellstar exhales a sigh of relief, but quickly realizes that such things are rather fruitless when you're already dead. Still, it gives him some comfort to think of himself as a alive, if just for a moment. That's what separates us from them, he thinks.\n\nBrushing himself off, he wholly ignores the weaponry dropped by the monstrosities and attempts to open the doors at the end of the room. Jacob's comment sounds a bit fishy, though ...\n\n \n Spoiler \nSense Motive on Jacob to detect the lie.\n Sense Motive - (1d20+14)[ 2 ](16) \n "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nHis vindictive butchery accomplished, Noj hefts the greatsword over his shoulder and wordlessly makes for the door.."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nOathbreaker hurries to Noz's side and, with both Warmaces accross one shoulder, he asks \"So Noz, what did you do before all this? Where are you from? Got little bandaged babies waiting for you to come back home? We've braved danger together, and you seem like a total badass, were you heavy infantry? A mercenary? \n\nIn his head -> I'm SO HUNGRY!! Where are the ladies around here? ... a winter blanket would be good too\" "
},
{
"author": "The Great Skenardo",
"message": " Noj \nA horrific shudder wracks Noj's body, and he doubles over, a large blackened hand held over his face. A pause, and then the gaunt scarecrow of a man straightens up.\n \" Eliza... \" he whispers to himself, the sound like the scrape of a papery diaphragm. Noj is silent again for a few seconds and then he laughs, the sound as unexpected as a curse in a cathedral.\n \"Ha ha ha...Poor Jon the Miller, ground away by the cruel grindstone of life. But what came up from the flour? What rose with the bloody yeast of ritual? Heh-heh.\" His hand moves to extract something from the tatters of his clothing; the notebook gathered from the hall of crystal balls.\n \"Heh. Here's the recipe for it, too! Ingredients: one life. Heh-he. But make it up and you take one step back from the miller; you get a Reaper instead!\" With a lightning-fast motion, Noj stabs his looted greatsword forward.\n \"You reap what you sow, but in Thay, what grows up reaps you! Hah-ha. ha.\" His paroxysm of mirth exhausted, Noj settles the sword back on his shoulder, puts the diary away and glares at Jacob with a luminous yellow eye.\n \"You bastard,\" he intones, with a voice deep and raspy."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " Oathbreaker/'Jacob' \n\nOathbreaker shruggs \"You know, you're not the first person to say so. Guess I just rub people the wrong way. Whatever.\" \n\nFlashback Time! Its a long one. hope you like it:\n \n Spoiler \n \"Did you really have to do that Percy?\" The robed humanoid said with uncharacteristic ire to the young man before him, one covered from head to toe in ash and blood... and feathers. \"You are an Initiate of the Order of Enlightenment, an example for all to follow in times of need! Why did you burn down the town! Could it not be saved?!?\" The young man called 'Percy' looked unabashed and began to explain \"When I got there, half of them had the plague already, with the other half paranoid out of their senses. I tried to talk to them but they threw blankets and clothes covered with blood at me! If I didn't attack them I would have died!\" . You had initiate Trell with you, his faith in Tyr was strong enough to have cured you a dozen times over! Why is his corpse dangling from the well!?!\" With a look of guilt the young man started \"Well...Well you see he figured it was started by some mage or other right? But I knew it was a demon, had to be really. No profit to be had or credit claimed, no witnesses, just killing folk. Well, that and she kind of seduced me the night before and admitted it afterward, If you know what I mean.\" . The last of this said with a smirk and a nudge. Rolling his eyes, his master prompted \"and this has to do with Trell's fate how? . \"I was getting to that. So anyway he goes on and on about finding the heathen and smiting and all that Clerical stuff and then he starts rubbing up to me VERY friendly like.\" \n What!?! \n \"Oh yeah, you heard me right. Hitting on me. Turns out the chick was some kind of possessing demon, talked right through him, in and out like. One minute him, another her. I tried to convince him that she was inside him but he was all 'I'm too pure to be possessed' and 'you are FAR more tainted than I'. Gods he was an arrogant bastard, so I killed him while his back was turned and hung him up so she couldn't animate his corpse and make it walk and taunt me or anything...In an alley...or the hospital.\" Easily catching the last lie his master replied \"You killed him just because he argued with you?!?\" The young man quickly replied \"Nope. Demonic possession, had to be done. Twice. Or three times in this case.\" . Shaking off the immediate assumption of foul play his master continues \"And the town? Why did you burn it down?\" Percy scratched his head and said \"Well, she could have been lying but she said something about 'the very stones of the town would poison their hearts and minds' so I figured 'destroy the buildings, save the town'. Luckily the oil storage warehouse was on the top of a hill in the center of town. I didn't notice the graineries nearby until, well, I'm sure you saw the explosion too. heh heh boom .\" \"Unecessary, but a viable alternative since you do not wield magic. Maybe. But what of the demon? Why did you not try to kill her instead of kill DOZENS of villagers and DESTROY THEIR HOMES!?!\" \"Well...Um...she was pretty tough you see...and hot...I didn't stand a chance\" . His master spread his arms in exasperation before asking \"So what happened, you ran from her and left her to prey on the innocents of this villiage! Did you betray your promise, our cause!?!\" . The young man picked his words carefully \"No. I encountered her a lot, in one form or another, after the explosion she appeared over me (I was knocked flat by the blast you see) she just kind of looks around and says 'you were more entertaining than I could have hoped, perhaps I should reward you for what you have done for me, what do you think?'. So she leaned down to kiss me and the next thing I remember I'm waking up at the edge of town naked, and you have my oath, thats how it all happened. She was gone though, has to be. Nothing left to ruin...\" \n \"And all the chickens from the farm houses?\" \n \"Heh heh... O.K. you got me there, I couldn't help it. Did you see how they flew around and covered everything with feathers? Hilarious!\" \nFor the first time in a decade his master, usually so serene, looked ready to explode with frustration and anger \"Yes Percy, I saw. You may return to the monestary to await your punishment.\" \nUnable to contain his frustration with his student the master uttered \"You bastard \" \nThe departing youth shrugged \"whatever.\" \n "
},
{
"author": "The_Snark",
"message": " Alaeth \n\nAlaeth nods acknowledgement of her sister's thanks, but she doesn't look away from the four-armed beast still standing, nor does she smile as she usually would at the quip. \"It is the body, I think,\" she says softly, as if thinking aloud, but her mind isn't on what she's saying. \"It has... an affinity for such magic.\" Is it too dangerous to control? Dangerous—yes, certainly. We could destroy the body, I think... but the consequences of that might be worse for us. \n And it will be useful until we are free, in any case. Perhaps then. She realizes she's been staring at the thing for almost half a minute, lips slightly parted, and stops, chagrined at her lack of control. At least I wasn't muttering under my breath. Her mind made up, she strides briskly towards the others at the door, outwardly confident once more. With a mental command, the creature follows. \"Well?\" she calls. \"Will the doors open?\" "
},
{
"author": "Belial_the_Leveler",
"message": "It is not the DM that's the problem. It is the boards that refuse to log me in or even load the pages 9 times out of 10.\n\nSince I want to continue this game-and seeing a need for future games as well-I opened up my onw tiny PbP boards. If you want to continue the game-and any other games I may open up in the future that have trouble running here due to overpopulation-you can go here:\n\n http://forum.freeboards.net/index.ph...um=worldwalker \n\n\nDue to the problems of the board, I may or may not be able to PM you. Just in case, forward the above link to others if you don't see them in the other board."
}
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{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 30: Elethomiel vs. Drago Irakwa \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 600 XP\n GP Award: 600 GP\n\n All combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": "No purchases (unless in reaction).\n\n Init - (1d20+8)[ 12 ] \n\nspell list: \n Spoiler \n\n0 Detect Magic, Daze, Daze, Acid Splash, (Mage Hand)\n1 Sleep, Sleep, Color Spray, Expeditious Retreat, (Reduce Person)\n "
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": "Sorry to take so long. Forgot to check the front page for the new matches. 😳 Just going to buy a Potion of Owl's Wisdom and hope I can carry the day with my Soulmelds.\n\nInititive: (1d20-3)[ 16 ] \n\nStarting in Y10 without my horse and carrying my shield/morningstar combo. Probably should mention the silver anteater mask as well.\n\nSoulmelds Shaped:\n \n Spoiler \n\nDissolving Spittle (with Expanded Soulmeld Capacity)\nDisenchanter Mask (Bound to Totem Chakra)\nRage Claws\nWormtail Belt\n "
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " Drago \n\nLooks like I go first.\n\nSwift action to distribute my essentia, standard to down a potion, and then I move to R7.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 17/17\nAC: 21 (+3 Dex, +2 Shield, +4 Armor, +2 Natural Armor)\nWill Save: +5\n\n Essentia Allocation \nDissolving Spittle: 2\nDisenchanter Mask: 2\nRage Claws: 0\nWormtail Belt: 0\nCerulean Will: 1 (Locked)\n\n Buffs \nOwl's Wisdom: 30/30\n "
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": "So your will save could be around +9? Yikes. I'm going to assume you mean T7, and blame the silly font. R7 is in the middle of a pillar, and I'm kind of counting on you being corporeal.\n\n Elethiomel round 1\n\nElethiomel begins with a scroll in hand. \"You're quicker than I thought.\" \n Spoiler \nScroll is Mage Armor. Casting Sleep.\n \nDone.\n\nStatus: \n Spoiler \nLocation A10. AC14 HP8 Spells: None\n "
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " Drago \n\nCurse you Chilli for your fancy font!! 🫤 Yes, I meant T7. I'm going to use a standard action to begin using a supernatural ability, then move to M3.\n\nAs for my Will Save, I think you read that wrong. I would only have a +4 Will save with the Owl's Wisdom. Where'd the +9 come from? Are you think of my Fort Save instead?\n\nFor Refs:\n \n Spoiler \n\nAbility is Detect Magic, only with a 30 yard range.\n \n\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 17/17\nAC: 21 (+3 Dex, +2 Shield, +4 Armor, +2 Natural Armor)\nLocation: M3\nWill Save: +5\n\n Essentia Allocation \nDissolving Spittle: 2\nDisenchanter Mask: 2\nRage Claws: 0\nWormtail Belt: 0\nCerulean Will: 1 (Locked)\n\n Buffs \nOwl's Wisdom: 30/30\n "
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": "I don't know totemists. +2 base, +2 WIS adjust (from the potion), then can't you invest 5 essentia into Cerulean Will for another +5?\n\n reactive listen - (1d20+3)[ 8 ] reactive spot - (1d20+3)[ 9 ] I want to make sure of my target before dropping the Sleep spell. Assuming nothing unusual, target M3-O4.\n\nEdit: -7 for range... I don't suppose that detects anything.\n\nSo, if that's really you, you'll need to make a DC16 Will save.\n\nNot done."
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": "Figured you'd target my Will Save, so I buffed it as high as I can. Cerulean Will has a maximum cap of 1 essentia right now, and Totemist's have a +0 base will save. Right now, I have only a +5 bonus on Will Saves.\n\nAnd yes, that is me.\n\nWill Save: (1d20+5)[ 24 ] vs DC 16"
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": "I hate fighting the unknown.\n\n Elethiomel round 2\n\nElethiomel takes a step south and continues casting. (Another full round spell). \n Spoiler \nEnhance Attribute: INT\n5' step to A11\nCast Sleep\n \nDone."
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": " Drago \n\nWell, this is a pickle. I predicted much different tactics than you are using. Well, nothing has gone too far wrong just yet.\n\nI'm dropping my concentration on my supernatural ability and double moving to C7.\n\nTime to hope I roll realy well.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nHp: 17/17\nAC: 21 (+3 Dex, +2 Shield, +4 Armor, +2 Natural Armor)\nLocation: C7\nWill Save: +5\n\n Essentia Allocation \nDissolving Spittle: 2\nDisenchanter Mask: 2\nRage Claws: 0\nWormtail Belt: 0\nCerulean Will: 1 (Locked)\n\n Buffs \nOwl's Wisdom: 28/30\n "
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": "I figured my odds of hitting on any one spell were low, so Elethomel is laying them down as fast as he can. If you make two more saves, his tactics will have to be very different indeed.\n\n Elethiomel round 3\n\nHe finishes his second spell and watches for an effect. (Will save, DC 17 this time.)\n\nNot done."
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": "Here's hoping I can close to killing distance. Question: Why haven't you used Enhance Attribute yet?\n\nWill Save: (1d20+5)[ 10 ] vs DC 17\n\nEDIT: Dang. Missed it by a lot. Guess I take a nap."
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": "DC17 is with the enhancement. I forgot to activate it round 1, and by the time the spell was going off, it was too late.\n\nElethomel is going to use 15 rounds or so to make sure that if Drago survives the coup, he'll not be able to one-shot Elethomel. The spear, morningstar, and shield go in the drink. Knowledge arcana - (1d20+11)[ 12 ] , can the soulmelds be removed or deactivated without waking Drago? If so, Elethiomel will do so.\n \n Spoiler \nrecite scrolls of Shield and Mage armor.\n \n\n\nOut comes the executioners' axe: (6d6-6)[ 1 ][ 1 ][ 3 ][ 5 ][ 1 ][ 1 ](6) \n\nEdit: Whoa. I belive the damage each time is 2d6-2 to a minimum of 1, so that's actually 8 damage. We can get a ref to confirm, if you like, otherwise, Fort save DC18."
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": "I'll make the Fort save and see if the distinction is moot. If not, we can get a ref in here to make a ruling. BTW, Soulmelds are non removable. I have to will them from existance to take them off myself.\n\nFort Save: (1d20+7)[ 9 ] \n\nEDIT: What a time to roll a 2!! I could have lived, woken up, and fried your face with a glob of acid! Looks like you win. I hope to see you for a rematch in the finals."
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": "Either the death-loogie or a grapple would have been a quick and messy ending. That was too close. I'm starting to doubt the wisdom of leaving a 6 in strength (and banning evocation). I guess I have to look into the orb spells for the coup.\n\nGood game.\n\nI'm curious, what tactics you were anticipating? Invisible->???->win?"
},
{
"author": "Kyeudo",
"message": "You have a scroll of invisibility and a scroll of summon monster 2. I figured you'd pull that combo on me to soften me up, and if that didn't work then you'd Color Spray me from behind. I got Detect Magic from a Soulmeld just so I could have a chance to find invisible creatures."
},
{
"author": "Bayar",
"message": " Ref Bayar \n Elethiomel is declared the winner, and recieves the awards noted above."
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": "Oh. Elethiomel used the SMII scroll in the previous match and was disappointed enough to not buy another. \"Soften\" doesn't work well for a non-combatant like Elethiomel. Sometimes he hopes for \"distract.\""
}
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"author": "Bronz",
"message": "One by one the group arrives at \"By the Book\", the tavern owned by the Captain of the Moonstars. The barkeep is the same old man that was there 3 years ago, and he greets each member as they enter, having the comely barmaid hand each their favorite drink.\n\nThe bar is approximately half full, with mostly laborers filling the seats. There is one table that seems to have adventurers as well, as they seem to be the best armed and ordering the finest drinks. The mood is lively, and entertainment is just arriving.\n\nThere is one day left until the 3 year anniversary, and the only member missing of the Moonstars is the Captain himself.\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\nThere is a day left until the Captain is supposed to arrive. Each of you may do as you will, or merely wait out the time. The inn is located in the Merchant District of Mysticae so many shops and the like are in close proximity."
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n\nGrinning, Wilarmis takes a seat at the table, an inkpen behind his pointy right ear. \"It's been a long time,\" he says, with a voice much more open and certain than one he would use with a stranger. Indeed, Wilarmis is quite shy, but in the face of danger or his friends, he is able to more openly show his emotions.\nWilarmis: the definition of not an athlete. Skinny he is. Wilarmis: the definition of a nerd. Literally a databank of knowledge, any basic question asked to him can be answered in a matter of seconds. Solve an equation? Done! Give me this famous figure's biography? Done! What are some common prayer methods? Done! And most of all, how does this magical symbol affect the outcome of this type of spell? Done!\nYou could say Wilarmis is half-crazy. Though he really is not, he somehow likes creeping people out and making the think he's insane through his foolish smiling, clueless blinking, and random remarks in third-person that are not on topic. Unless, of course, he knows them well. And you know what he always calls himself?\n\nThe Wizard."
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " The Harpist \n\nThe Harpist is not in the common room. He is not in the inn at all, as far as anyone knows. The only clue that he might be around here at all is that one of the doors to a private room upstairs is locked, and the innkeeper knows that someone left a few coins on the bench and took the key to that room while his back was turned.\n\nMore often than Wilarmis would call himself the Wizard, the Harpist calls himself the Harpist. He is known by no other name, and there isn't much aside from that alias that even his companions would know about him. Sometimes, especially when it is most convenient or when other people are watching, the Harpist is blind. It's extremely difficult to tell whether or not he really is blind, because of the extraordinarily good act that he puts up.\nWhat is known about the Harpist, is that he is rather good at playing the harp. So good, perhaps that he can seemingly turn the music into deadly blasts of energy that takes up various shapes and uses. What is also known, is that the Harpist always maintains a business-like personality. If he was told to show up at By The Book tomorrow, then he will reveal himself at the moment of dawn tomorrow. The Harpist seems to treat every interaction like a business deal, from \"I kill this guy, you give me money,\" to \"You mind your own business, and I won't permanently deny you the functionality of your heart.\"\n\nMaybe it's this impersonal attitude that makes the Harpist so reliable. Or unreliable, depending on the deal.\n\n \n Spoiler \nCommon Morning Routine as follows: Invoke Beguiling Influence . The Harpist is always assumed to have this 24-hour-long invocation active, providing +6 to his Bluff, Diplomacy, and Intimidate.\n Bwa-ha-ha, Untrained diplomacy of +20. \nThat is all.\n "
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{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nElzaon smiles at the bartender and winks at the bar maid as she hands him his aged DLB. He sips it and smiles, the drink a remembrance of the old days. He sets it down on the table across from Wilarmis. He does not say a word, but simply sits down. His face is tanned, even for a drow, and his hair is long and unkempt. His armor fits him like a second skin and shows the toned muscles he spent 3 years earning. He lets a half-smile dance across his face as he addresses Wilarmis.\n\n Greetings, old friend. It's been far too long. I trust you are well? "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n\nWilarmis nods slowly, contemplating on who-knows-what."
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{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\nPelemaeus strolls into \"By the Book\" and approaches the party. He appears slightly flustered, but he walks over to the party and nods to Wilarmis and Elzaon. You can see the slight shimmer of some sort of chainmail under his woodsman's tunic, and you can tell that Supernal Clarity has been used quite a lot since the three years apart.\n\n\" Well, the Captain will be back soon, I wonder what we'll do once he's back? \"\n\nPelemaeus signals the bartender, intending to order some sort of drink."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " DM \n\nPelemaeus is greeted by the Bartender, and his favorite drink is served to him.\n\nMost of the day goes by uneventfully, with different people drinking and eating throughout the day. The only group that remains consistent is the adventurers, bored as they seem. As the day drags on they seem to drink more and more, and are apparently getting a bit rowdy.\n\nThe evening meal comes and goes, and the inn surprisingly gets LESS crowded when night falls. There are few commoners about, and it seems all is settling into a peaceful evening.\n\nUntil, that is, a drunken human from the adventurers' table feels like shouting out. They had been hooting and hollering all night, but this is the first time he directs something towards our fearless group...\n\nHe shouts out, directly at Pelemaeus.\n *So I didn't know we were letting Elf wannabes in here. I've heard some stories told, but in person you look sillier than scary. Hell, let's turn out the lights. I'd love to see your teeth glow!* \n\nThe rest of them laugh and laugh, although what was said wasn't really funny. Seems as though they are a bit drunk."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nElzaon's eyes flash with anger and he stands up to defend his friend.\n\n Oh. If you've got a problem with elf \"wannabes\" maybe you should take a look at me. I'm a elf, but I'm also not. Do I look like a person you want to mess with? \n\nAlthough he's only about 5\"4, he seems bigger, and his eyes flash a look that clearly says \"Sit down, and shut up\"."
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{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " DM \n\nThe table consists of 3 people, the human who just spoke up who wears two short swords at his sides, as well as some light armor; a halfling that seems to be quite jovial, yet wears some sort of symbol around his neck with a mace at his side; as well as an elf, who like many elves carries a staff and seems to fit in perfectly in this environment. It is he who speaks next.\n\n You sir, are no elf. You have the frame of one of my kind, but the rest of you does not match one such as I. And if you are pretending to be an elf, you should know that we are certainly not ones to be trifled with ourselves! \n\nAfter his outburst, he goes back to his drink."
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{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n \"A foolish thing for one such as you to say,\" mumbles Wilarmis. \"I bet that any of we could take you all out without getting a scratch on any of us. Then again, I'd rather not kill you, so, meh.\" His voice is riddled with anger, his hatred of discrimination of his own kind let loose. In the sinister language of the Demons, he says, \"You should be smart enough not to mess with us.\" Slowly, he takes out a single coin from his pocket, and mumbles some magical words 1 . He aims the coin at the human, listening intently to what he has to say, both verbally and in his mind.\n\n 1 Detect Thoughts . Will DC: 21. Spellcraft DC: 17. "
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{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nElzaon's face shows a bitter smile as he addresses the elf.\n\n Not one of your kind? No. I am above you. I am a Drow. A type of elf that was around long ago. Your \"kind\" killed mine over 1000 years ago because you were afraid of us. Of what we could do. Of how in the future we could destroy you. So before we had time to become a great race, you destroyed us. I'm a cleric, so I'll give a few seconds to pray to whatever god you worship before I kill you. \n\nThe other party members will notice that Elzaon is in \"that mood\". The pure, raging evil."
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{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " DM \n\nWith the mentioning of killing, a few of the patrons that were left seem to leave some coins on the table and take their leave. With the speaking of the demon tongue, which all have either heard a Wizard speak or in passing, a few more walk out the door. The rest leave when the words of the arcane are loosed. Many if not all of them do not know what it means, but living in a city full of the Arcane makes you weary.\n\nThe human peers up, seemingly aware of an intrusion in his mind but unable to control it. The halfling next to him notices the casting, and casts a spell of his own onto the human.\n\nThe elf, on the other hand, seems to take utmost offense at the casting. He speaks, and actually stands out of his chair to do so.\n\n *You pretenders DARE to assault my friend's dignity with such an intrusion! I will show you the wrath of a TRUE Elf!* \n\nThe elf then begins to cast his own spell, and after a few short seconds disappears.\n\nThe old man behind the bar merely sighs, and goes into the back room. The troublemakers of the Moonstars (which include almost everyone) realize he is going to go get something to protect the inn, though every time he goes back there he returns with something different.\n\n\nDetect Thoughts result\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe human is obviously drunk, as his thoughts are rather random. He begins thinking of skewering Palemeaus, then about taking the beautiful barmaid upstairs (she's quite on the ugly side, actually), then on how elves are so lithe, and wished he had a female one to play with. It seems at any moment he could pull a weapon or merely sit back down and drink some more.\n \n\n\nSpells that were cast\n \n Spoiler \n\nAnyone with a Spellcraft of 16 knows which two spells were cast. The halfling cast Protection from Evil and the Elf cast invisibility.\n "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nElzaon smiles. Muttering a few words under his breath, he casts Invisibility Purge.\n\n Oh, I'm sorry. Were you trying to hide? Now stop hiding, and face me like a true elf! \n\nHe then draws his mace."
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{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " DM \n\nWith the casting of invisibility purge, everyone present catches the Elvin Wizard attempting to sneak out the front door. Apparently he almost made it without being seen, as he is just steps from the portal.\n\nAfter being purged of his invisibility, the Wizard certainly seems deflated and offers one last piece of advice for his comrades before fleeing in cowardice.\n *Everyone for themselves!* , and he runs out the door.\n\nWith this, the halfling at the table smacks his forehead, and wonders not for the first time what he is doing with this troupe. The human however, seems to have a different idea.\n\nWith the mace being drawn, the human reacts quite quickly, standing from his chair and drawing both of his short swords simultaneously. In a seemingly very sober manner, he attains a fighting stance.\n *How unfair of you to draw a weapon in a bar fight. Shame shame. Maybe I will teach you and your friends a lesson after all.* \n\n\nDetect Thoughts\n \n Spoiler \n\nWith the possibility of a fight at hand, the thoughts of this human turn coldly calculating, and apparently devoid of any alcohol influence. It seems to be his intent to knock the Lesser Drow down, and stab him where it hurts.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n\nWilarmis sighs. \"Here we go again.\" And at that, he draws his Wand of Magic Missile . \"Watch out, Elzaon,\" he says in Abyssal. \"Seems that the human wants to hurt you.\" \n Initiative - (1d20+5)[ 20 ] "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n Coward. Mutters Elzaon as he sees the elf leaving.\n\n So it does. No matter. \n\nElzaon casts harm, then (assuming he's within 30 ft of the human) walks over and tries to touch him.\n(Melee touch attack) (1d20+10)[ 23 ] \n\n(If it hits, it does 130 damage, or 65 if he makes a DC 21 will save)\nInitiative (1d20+7)[ 25 ] "
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{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " DM \nDM Tracks (no peeking!)\n \n Spoiler \n\n Rinit - (1d20+8)[ 26 ] \n Cinit - (1d20+6)[ 23 ] \n Binit - (1d20+0)[ 20 ] \n \n\n\n\n\n\n\nMap!\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n "
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{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " DM \nIt somehow turns out that the rogue is quicker than everyone, which is quite an amazing feat considering the amount of speed that this party possesses.\n\nHe lunges forward, apparently charging at and attempting to gut Elzaon. He catches Elzaon unawares, but is unable to pierce the magical deflection, though it was a very close call.\n\nHuman's attack\n \n Spoiler \n\n attack - (1d20+13)[ 21 ] \n damage - (1d6+2)[ 5 ] + sneak - (5d6)[ 13 ] \nHe now stands right next to Elzaon, in square K5. Pel is allowed an AoO from the human charging through his threatened squares.\n \n\n\nNext up is Elzoan."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nElzaon takes a 5-foot step backwards and casts Harm. He steps forwards 5 feet, and tries to touch the rogue.\n\n(I already have the attack and damage. Check my last post.)"
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{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\n\" Here we go again. \" Pelemaeus sighs and draws his rapier. \" I may not look like an elf of these sorts, but I come from a city of giants and dragons, I have no fear of petty humans such as you. Especially when they're drunk, and cannot decide whether to hit like a man, or snuggle up with that not so cute barmaid. \n \n Spoiler \nInitiative Roll: (1d20+12)[ 30 ] \n\nGhost Blade Maneuver Attack: (1d10+20)[ 29 ] \nGhost Blade Maneuver Damage: (1d6+3)[ 7 ] \n\nDeath in the Dark Maneuver Attack: (1d10+20)[ 27 ] Edit: -5 for the Second Attack. So 22.\nDeath in the Dark Maneuver Damage: (1d6+3)[ 9 ] \n--Target must now make a will save of DC 20.\n----If the target fails the will save, he takes another (15d6)[ 59 ] Damage.\n----If the target makes the save, he takes another (5d6)[ 19 ] Damage instead.\n\nPelemaeus will attack with Supernal Clarity using first the Shadow Hand Maneuver 'Ghost Blade' and if he hits, he will cause the targeted human who happens to be next to Elzaon to be flat footed. Since the opponent is flat footed, Pelemaeus will follow through with the Shadow Hand Maneuver 'Death in the Dark' just for kicks 😎.\n \n\n\n\" I really do hate cracking skulls. Why can't we all just get along anyway? Oh wait, the guy's drunk. Excuse me. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n As for my Attack of Opportunity, I don't believe I am granted one, since I didn't have my weapon drawn, and I don't have Quick Draw.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " DM \n\nThe human, after trying to skewer one of his new foes, gets skewered himself. Acting with lightning quick speed, Pel lights up the ill-fated human. He digs Supernal Clarity deep into the rogue's thigh, although he seems to shake off the after effects.\n\nShortly after this however, Elzaon walks up and dooms the poor man with the power of death itself, sapping all the life energies from him. As the poor man slouches to the floor, Pel takes the opportunity to finish him off, lightly punching Clarity through the mans throat, spewing blood everywhere.\n\nAt this point, the halfling at the table laughs uncontrollably, unable to maintain concentration on anything.\n\nA few short moments later the bartender comes through the doors into the main room, holding a very strange device. He doesn't use it, at least not now, with a look of shock upon his tired face.\n\n *You all have become a bit more prolific in dealing death since last I saw you. I indeed hope you remember that the guards around here are fairly prompt if a problem is reported. If you could, for me, clean this mess up a bit.* \n\nHe then turns around, and seems to place the device nearer to him by the bar, in a small jewelry box and mutters to himself how things will just never change."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nHis evil rage ended, Elzaon looks almost embarressed standing over the dead human. He quietly bends down and mutters a sendoff into the afterlife. He then begins looting the human. When he's done he takes the human by the chest and looks to the innkeep with a \"Where do you want him?\" look."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\n\" Oh my, what a waste of a person... well, we might as well dispose of him, if we're to avoid the wrath of the police. I mean we may not be entirely altruistic, although I have no intention of going all out with a platoon of guards... \"\n\nAfter this statement, Pelemaeus picks up the dead body and drags him out the door, to dump him in the waste heap. As he leaves, he calls out to one of his fellow party members, \" Hey, I'll take care of the body, and you get rid of the bloodstains. \""
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": "((Assume I left him after taking his stuff then, so Pelemaeus could take the body))\n\nElzaon grabs a mop (I assume there's one around somewhere) and cleans up the blood."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\nPelemaeus returns from outside, with a blank expression on the face. He approaches the Barkeep and apologizes to the Barman for the mess, tossing some 4 coppers to him for the drink and the mess.\n\nHe then returns to the table, and sits back down, as if nothing had happened just a few moments before."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "DM\n\nThe halfling finally stops laughing as the blood is being swept up. At about the same time, he takes a pouch off his hip, tests its weight by tossing it slightly, and sets it on the table. He then simply walks out, still chuckling to himself.\n\n((This assumes no one stops him. If that is the case, do let me know.))\n\nThe body is easily disposed of, though some amount of patience is needed because no one wants to be carrying a dead body with people around.\n\nOld man bartender seems to be happy enough that the mess is being taken care of, and sends the barmaid to gather the pouch left by the halfling."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": "((What did I find while looting?))"
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by Raistlin1040 \n ((What did I find while looting?)) \n \n\nI'd appreciate if that went into a spoiler or more appropriately, the OOC thread.\n \n Pelemaeus \n\n\" From the looks of that man, he probably wasn't the wealthiest of people, although I could be mistaken, \"mumbled Pelemaeus under his breath...\" What a pity, an innocent life gone to waste. \n\nHe turns to Elzaon and says, \" What did you find anyway? Perhaps he was richer than I assumed him to be? \""
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n 2 Shortswords, a dagger, and some coins. \nHe casts Detect Magic on the three weapons."
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{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " DM \n Time Passes... \n\nEach party member is afforded their own room, and each presumedly spent the night there. The next morning is much like any day, and the inn seems to be bustling with activity with merchants, laborers, and their ilk, all wanting a good hearty meal before the days work. Last night's bloody business apparently has been kept quiet, as there isn't even a rumor floating around inside the inn.\n\nDuring breakfast, a small...man it could be, walks in and looks around. Apparently not seeing what he wanted to see, approaches the barkeep.\n\nHe hands the barkeep a rolled up parchment of some type, and tells him to give that to Captain Myus when he arrives, although this man apparently expected him to be here already. The strange figure then turns around and walks right out of the inn."
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n\nWilarmis is sitting in his room, polishing his Wand, finishing up his breakfast. He then starts studying his Spellbook. He's preparing more utility spells than person-killing spells today.\n\n Today's Spells: \n \n Spoiler \n\n\n Code: \n 2 × Detect Magic\n2 × Read Magic\n\n2 × Reduce Person\n2 × Ray of Enfeeblement\n1 × Shield\n1 × Grease\n\n2 × See Invisibility\n3 × Detect Thoughts\n1 × Invisibility\n\n1 × Phantom Steed\n1 × Dispel Magic\n1 × Slow\n1 × Haste\n1 × Ray of Exhaustion\n1 × Mage Armor, Greater [CA] (25 GP)\n\n1 × Dimension Door\n1 × Remove Curse\n1 × Confusion\n2 × Burning Blood [CA]\n\n2 × Dominate Person\n1 × Permanency\n1 × Prying Eyes\n\n1 × True Seeing\n1 × Analyze Dweomer\n1 × Mislead\n\n1 × Teleport, Greater\n1 × Arcane Sight, Greater \n "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \nElzaon sits in his room, getting his spells.\n\n \n Spoiler \nToday's spells: Same as on CS.\n "
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": "[OOC]Dar' Sunnova Brackin' Frickin'!\n*Shoots Having-To-Go in the face*[/OOC]\n\n The Harpist \n\nAnd the Harpist is in the common room of the inn/tavern. He came downstairs at the first sign of dawn, and picked a spot in the area close to the Hearth to sit down.\nAnd he waits patiently for the others to rise."
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n\nWilarmis comes down into the common room, and sees The Harpist. \"Hrm, so that's where Mr. Harp-y is.\" Wilarmis walks up to him and pokes him. \"Now I'm bored, I'm going to go -- \" \n *logs out* "
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " The Harpist \n\nThe Harpist doesn't look at Wilarmis' exact direction when he is poked, more a little to the left as though he isn't quite sure where the wizard actually is.\n \"You should know well my stance on any personal physical contact, Wilarmis.\" the man says with absoluteness, having guessed the voice of the elf. Indeed, loss of entire limbs is expected for those who touch the Harpist. \"The slight is forgiven, however, in the spirit of reunion.\" There is no spirit whatsoever in the human's voice.\n\nHe will remain in his seat for the entire duration of the day and its accompanying night, unless prodded into a different course of action."
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{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " DM \n Time Passes...again \nIn the middle of the next day, another man comes through the door of By the Book. This one looks taller, and slimmer than the other, but is dressed in very similar garb (a simple black robe). He strides forward and asks the bartender of the whereabouts of Myus, is told that he has not returned yet, and frantically looks around the room. In desperation, he asks the bartender who takes contracts for the Moonstars in his absence, and with the bartender not knowing (it would have been Myus' brother), he simply shakes his head. The bartender then goes on to point out The Harpist that is sitting alone at one table by the hearth, and the other table that has the rest of you, waiting.\n\n *Well, there they are. Ask them yourself. Just try not to insult them...for my sake.* \n\nThe strange man then walks over to the table with the strange elves. He gives a slight nod in respect and goes on to state his business...sort of.\n \n*Who..who should I be talking to?* "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\n\" Well, that'd depend on a few answers. To start, who are ye lookin' for? To end, why should we not gut you on the spot? Or, if you're looking to join the Moonstars, well ye'll have to wait until the Cap'n returns. \"\n\nPelemaeus shifts, so that Supernal Clarity is well within reaching distance yet revealed to the man. From his expression though, you can tell he is not after a fight, merely to avoid a bloody mess. He did not like cleaning up that body."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " DM \n\nThe man drops his hood and looks directly at Pel. He has a fairly pale complexion and black/brown hair left unkempt. What really gets Pel's attention are his eyes however, and Pel is immediately drawn to them like a moth towards flame. After an instant though, Pel draws himself out of it, and finds that he successfully fought off an intrusion to his mind. He has probably done this many times to Wil before, so the feeling is rather famaliar.\n\nHaving seen this reaction, that man speaks again.\n *Hmmm, interesting. I see why my master wants you. To answer your questions, in order they were asked. One, I am looking for Captain Myus, and seeing as he is not here any Moonstar will do. Two, you could certainly \"gut\" me, but I fear it will do you no good, so you can decide that on your own. Three, I have no want or need to join the Moonstars.\n\nWhether you like me or not is of no concern. What is of concern is my master's wishes, and he wishes to speak to all of you.*\n \nThe strange man then slowly puts his hand inside his robe, and draws out a scroll. The scroll looks strangely familiar to the one that was left just two days prior.\n\n Please, do stop by. \n\nWith that, the man turns on his heels and seems about to walk out, though he hesitates just for a moment.\n\n//Unless interupted, the man walks out of the inn."
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " The Harpist \n\nIgnoring that flighty person who just left, The Harpist suddenly stands up and, with his staff guiding his way around the tables, makes his way to the barkeep's counter.\nHe says to the barkeep quite simply but while not quite looking at him, \"A package was dropped off earlier yesterday from someone claiming to seek Captain Myus. I require it.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " DM\n \nThe barkeep simply replies,\n\n *Here you go, though that was meant for Captain Myus. Seeing as he hasn't quite arrived yet I don't think he'll mind, though.* \n\nThe package is a piece of paper , rolled up to fit neatly in a scroll case. It is sealed with a black sealing wax that is stamped with a plain circle, no insignia whatsoever."
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " The Harpist \n\nThe Harpist breaks the seal on the paper and opens it, runs his hand over the writing, then frowns and walks over to where the others are sitting.\n \"Read it for us,\" he asks the closest one to him."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nElzaon takes the paper, looking a bit cautious, and reads it."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Elzoan picks up the piece of paper, and begins to read out in Abyssal. Myus... it reads, and then the inn shakes. A massive explosion of force begins from the paper, exploding in Elzoan's face. Those around him dive for cover, as the ground, table, and the scroll are completely destroyed, throwing splinters all about the room.\n\nAfter the explosion, the room falls quiet, and every single patron simply gets up, and leaves.\n\n@Elzoan\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou take damage - (6d6)[ 30 ] points of force damage.\n \n\n\n@All those immediately around him\n \n Spoiler \n\nReflex save for half vs. DC 17. Take full or half of damage - (6d6)[ 25 ] force damage.\n \n\n\n@Those with Spellcraft DC 18\n \n Spoiler \n\nAn explosive runes just went off.\n "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\nPelemaeus dodges out of the way, far faster than you would think he could move. He rolls, flips down a table and takes cover behind it, listening to the explosion tear apart the room.\n\nAfter the deafening rumbles of the explosion die down, he slowly pokes his head up, wondering what exactly had just happened."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " DM \n\nThe bartender, after ducking behind the sturdy bar, peaks his head up as well.\n *I guess 3 years of peace and quiet was enough, *sigh** "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n Reflex Save - (1d20+9)[ 26 ] vs 17\n\nWilarmis had nearly reached cover, but was too late — the explosion had already caught up to him. \"...ouch. It seems that one of my childhood friend's 1 favorite spells has been just set off.\" Wilarmis pokes his wounds and winces in pain. \"I think some healing could be used at the moment. Stupid Explosive Runes. \" He looks around at his fellow teammates. \"You all okay?\" \n\n(( Speaking of spells, keep it up with all those spells in spoilers. Wilarmis just happens to have a +27 bonus on Spellcraft, and has a subconscious habit of identifying every spell he hears or sees. ))\n\n Hit Points: 39 /52 "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus comes rushing down the stairs when he hears the explosion go off. He's dressed in his brilliantly shiny armor with his sword strung across his back, ready for action. Jumping down past the final few steps he lands gracefully on his feet and rushes over to the group. \"Nasty bit of buisnes I take it? Glad to see you made it Wil, I'd have sorely missed that noggin of yours if you hadn't.\" Looking at the rest of the group and taking stock of the situation he asks, \"So, anyone remember pissing in a mage's tankard?\" "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n \"Good to see you too, Marcus.\" Wilarmis nods to him, and winces in pain again. He then turns to Pelemaeus. \"I wonder if that other scroll is rigged as well. Arcane Sight! \" "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nElzaon took the brunt of the explosion and looks to be in a lot of pain. He casts Cure Critical Wounds on himself.\n\n (4d8+13)[ 26 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n \"That second scroll has... hrm... three? No, two layers to it...\" Wilarmis stares at the scroll, his eyes still glowing blue. \"They're minor auras, one's divination, one's transmutation. I wonder what they are? I have nothing better to do with today's spells, and the day's nearly over anyways, so I've really got nothing to lose. I need to be able to see the scroll, please.\" \n\nSupposing that Pelemaeus hands over the scroll willingly, Wilarmis will take out a small lens of sapphire set in a small, golden hoop. He'll then cast Analyze Dweomer and stare at the scroll."
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " The Harpist \n 66/78 hp \n\nHe could not have possibly known that the piece of paper was trapped, but the Harpist is rather pleased that he did pass the death trap to someone else.\nStill means that he's hurt, though.\n \"A pleasant start. What did you find about the other scroll?\" "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nElzaon is a bit irked about the last scroll.\n\n How about you open this one Harper? \n\n(Harper is his nickname for the Harpist. Calling someone \"The Harpist\" or even \"Harpist\" seems weird to me)"
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n \"Don't open it yet, Harp-y. It seems that the scroll is biased: a contingent Erase spell triggered by a Detect Alignment spell. In other words, it's writing will disappear if someone the scroll doesn't like reads it. I might be able to do something about it. Dispel Magic !\" Wilarmis waves his hands around.\n\n CasterLevelCheck - (1d20+10)[ 12 ] "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\nPelemaeus hands over the scroll.\n\n\" Wait, before you attempt to dispel any magic on it... I wonder if the scroll is triggered by a verbal command? Would it still explode in our faces if we just read it without speaking aloud? \""
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " The Harpist Bwa-ha-ha, nobody gets the reference. Excellent. \n\nThe Harpist looks agitated as he cracks his neck slowly.\n\n \"Just because one piece of paper is trapped doesn't mean that the other is. That message boy said to 'stop by,' his master's place without giving an address. There is an address in there, not a trap.\nAnd even if it is a trap, the last trap was hardly impressive.\" He smiles. A trap that isn't fatal isn't a decent trap at all."
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n \"The scroll will not explode or otherwise damage any of us. Again, the writing on scroll will disappear if ready by somebody that it doesn't like. Or, somebody that isn't allied to whoever this scroll is keyed to.\" Wilarmis pokes the scroll. \"Either it's for us, or it's for someone else who plans on disguising themselves as one of us.\" Wilarmis starts to pace back and forth, looking downwards, left land on chin, and the rest of the Moonstars knows he's about to go on a lecture-rampage-thing.\n\n \"We have a few choices of what to do here. The first one is we open the scroll and read it right now. Our second option is to wait and see if anybody comes to pick up the scroll. The third option is to let me try dispelling the two spells again tomorrow.\"\n\"The former choice, namely opening the scroll and reading it now, carries the highest amount of risk. We have a, oh, sixty or seventy percent chance that the scroll will not disappear, erm, the writing on the scroll, that is. On the smaller chance's side, the scroll's writing disappears and we don't know what it says.\n\"The second choice is also a bit risky. What would happen in a full party of opponents enter and try to kill us for the scroll? Then again, that is very unlikely, so never mind. It takes time. Obviously. We are going to wait. And where the heck is Mr. Captain guy right now?\n\"Erm, yeah. Third choice I favor the most. Because it deals with my magic, of course. And because it carries the least risk of anything bad happening. I just try to dispel the magic a few times, poof! and the scroll is ours to read.\" \n\nWilarmis stops pacing.\n\n \"........\" \n\nWilarmis stares at the Harpist for a moment.\n\n \"Gah, what the heck, just open it and read it. Sheesh.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " \"Of course we open it now. Give it here.\" Marcus grabs the scroll and smiles. \"What's the worst that could happen? If it disappears, we say good riddance and grab a bite to eat and share a few tales.\" \n\nWith that Marcus opens the scroll and begins to read it silently where the others can see."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The seal on the scroll easily breaks, much like the last time. Marcus begins to try and read it...but finds out he does not understand the writing on the page.\n\nNothing seems to happen to the scroll."
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n\nWatching, Wilarmis tries to make heads or tails of the writing."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " DM \n\nWil tries reading over Marcus's shoulder, with success. It was indeed in Abyssal and the writing doesn't seem to go away.\n\nThe note reads:\n\n@Bitz\n \n Spoiler \n\n Myus...and those who follow you,\nMy old friend, the time has come again for my need of your services. These past 200 years have been long, but the patience will be worth it. Bring your band to me, and we shall discuss what is to be done...and the price of course.\n \nThe letter is signed not with a name, but with a mark. Inside a circle, 4 lines are drawn parallel to each other from top right to bottom left. In between each is a symbol of an element...air, water, earth, and finally air.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n\n \n Originally Posted by Bronz \n Myus...and those who follow you,\nMy old friend, the time has come again for my need of your services. These past 200 years have been long, but the patience will be worth it. Bring your band to me, and we shall discuss what is to be done...and the price of course.\n \nThe letter is signed not with a name, but with a mark. Inside a circle, 4 lines are drawn parallel to each other from top right to bottom left. In between each is a symbol of an element...air, water, earth, and finally air. \n \n\nWilarmis first reads this out loud in the language of the Demons, but then realizes that he was and repeats it in Common."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus seems only slightly disappointed that the writing didn't dissappear. \"Well, does the thing have any directions?\" "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nElzaon tries to connect the symbol with a religious meaning.\n\n (1d20+17)[ 26 ] \nKnowledge Religion Check"
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\nPelemaeus attempts to see if he knows anything else about the scroll, the symbol and anything connected to it throughout history:\n\n \n Spoiler \nKnowledge: History Check - (1d20+17)[ 33 ] \n \n\n\n\" Since it was addressed to the Captain, and the other scroll exploded in our face, I must conclude that one scroll is from one faction, and the other scroll is from another faction, and they are somehow warring with each other. If that is the case, we must have fought with these people before, since they obviously know the Captain, although I cannot recall at the moment whether we have actually fought with them... \"\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by Bronz \n Your knowledge of history shows you the importance of this symbol, as it has been involved in every major war this world has ever seen, most notably the Great Planar War about 1000 years ago. Each time this symbol has been found or heard of, a great treachery took place.\n\nIn recent memory however, this symbol has not been brought up or seen.\n\nAlso, you do not remember working with this group in the past. Perhaps you did, but not under that symbol. \n \n \n\n\n\" Well, apparently this symbol has been involved in every major war...including the Great Planar War... supposedly some type of treachery would happen each time the symbol appeared... well that'd explain the explosive scroll... although I don't understand why he/she/it would try to kill us if he/she/it is trying to enlist our aid...\n\nI haven't heard anything recently about this symbol though... perhaps they had felt no need to, although why they surface now... \""
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n Not just that, but that symbol has been seen a lot on suspected followers of Vecna. Nothing was ever proven, but... "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n \"Truenamer Tyerdius, however that's spelled, head of a Cabal local to Mysticae. The Cabal supposedly has at least two powerful spellcasters. Their headquarters on some other plane, accessable through some alchemist shop. Oh, and it's mysterious and spoooooky. The element symbol thing, which is very creative, is their symbol... thing.\" Wilarmis waves his arms around, so pathetically and yet melodramatically that it'd be near impossible to believe what he just did. \"And that's only around fifteen percent of what I could know.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marucs grabs a drink from the bar while he lets the news sink in. He stands near Pelemaeus when he returns.\n\n \"Sounds like a lovey bunch of vipers led by a pit fiend. Not sure what the Captian had to do with them, but looks like we're invited over to the alchemist's shop for a chat. It's interesting that they seem to attract several followers of the Nine Paths in One. That's enough to get me in the door. It'll take a lot more to get me to stay.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n \"Indeed.\" \n\nWilarmis proceeds to go to his room."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus watches the bookworm leave. He never could understand Wilarmis' obsession with books. Marcus could relate to the quest for knowledge, but he would rather expierence the knowledge, feel the weight of a sword balance perfectly in his hands after a master had shown him the secrects of a blade. He shakes his head, resigned to the idea he would never fully understand the elf.\n\n \"Wonder where he's off to?\" Turning to the rest of the group Marcus asks, \"So, shall we grab our gear and take a walk over to the alchemist's shop?\" "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\n\" Sounds fair enough to me. Lets go check out that Alchemist's Shop... \" Pelemaeus proceeds towards the door, and waits for Wil to return from his room."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " \"Pel, care to step outside and get a bit of practice while we wait?\" \n\nMarucs enjoyed his sparring sessions with Pelemaeus. He was challenged by the vast array of maneuvers that the swordsage could pull off. He had to be ready for any number of attacks at a moment's notice. Still, he was limited in his view. If only Marucs could convince him to sample some other leaves off the nine petal flower perhaps Pel would understand that there was more out there than what he was using."
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " The Harpist \n\nThe Harpist nods at the mention of a destination, and is ready to move when everyone else is.\nHe also notes something about a spar, and takes a seat next to Elzaon, thinking about something to pass the time."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nElzaon steps out to catch a breath of fresh air, and then ducks back.\n\n\n I'd spar with you Marcus, if Pelemaeus doesn't want to. I might not be as strong as you, but I think my spells will make up for it. "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " \"Save your spells, we may need them later. But if you want to pratice with your weapon, then by all means feel free to join in.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " DM \n\nAfter some light-hearted sparring outside, the rest of the group catches up to Marcus, Pel, and El and heads off to this alchemist's shop.\n\nAs the shop is in the same district as the inn, it is not long before you arrive at your destination. It is a bit confusing however, as the sign out front only has a simple cauldron depicted on it, not some fancy symbol with the elements.\n\nWil however is adament about this being the place, and not before long is absolutely sure of it, as he tells the group that the current sign is a simple illusion meant to disguise true forms.\n\nAs you all enter the shop, the smells of the place assail the non-arcane of you. So many ingredients with putrid odors in one place is usually too much for any one, but you all tough through it quite easily.\n\nInside, 3 walls are lined with desks, with those lined with the smelly ingredients. The back wall has a bigger desk, with what looks like finished products on the top and in drawers.\n\nA simple human wearing average garb comes out from behind a curtain, blackened from head to toe in soot. He greets you like friends, and asks your wishes.\n\n *Come in come in. Take a look around. We have everything anyone might need, right here, in the Cauldron.* "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "The stench in the place was awful, worse than a gym after hours of training. Marucs nods to the man when he sees him, but decides to keep the trip all buisness.\n\n \"Save your breath. We're here for a meeting on behalf of Myus and we are expected. If you need proof, you can see the letter my companion holds.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " DM \n\nThe man, after hearing the name Myus, seems to straighten up a bit, and apparently come to attention. It seems it was completely out of reflex.\nHe puts his hand out for the note, and when he is handed it does not even bother to look at it.\n\n *Right this way, gentlemen.* \n\nHe leads you to the back area, where it is obvious some alchemical...or other experiments have been taking place. He points you to a blank wall on the other side and says *Through there, down, and to the left. Do not go right.* \n\nAfter that he turns around and goes back to his business."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nElzaon lets a twisted smile find it's way on his face.\n\n Let's split. Harper, Pel, come with me to the right. Wil, you take Marcus and go to the left. Any objections? "
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " The Harpist \n\n\"Do not underestimate the power of whoever is behind our invitation. In the headquarters of potential employers and potential executioners both, we are at their mercy and will do as they say,\" The Harpist looks slightly annoyed at what Elzaon just said, and he pokes his staff at the \"wall,\" If finding that it's just an illusion, the Harpist will walk through it into whatever corridor or something lies beyond."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n So either we do what they say, and blindly risk death, or do what they told us not to do, and accept the consequences. I suggest the latter. "
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " The Harpist \n\n\"Is that a lack of faith in our employers, or in us? Either way, if we split up, there's going to be far less chance that we'll make it out.\" "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\nPelemaeus stares at Elzaon with shock. \" Remember that these are the same people who sent that exploding scroll. I will err on the side of Moderation and say, we should definitely stay together. Besides, if we stay together, we'll probably make it out alive... better chances of survival that way. \""
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nElzaon sends a cold look towards the Harpist.\n\n Both actually. So we're not splitting up. It still poses the question of which way to go. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "As the Harpist pokes his staff at the wall, it does indeed go THROUGH it, acting like the illusion he thought was there."
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " The Harpist I'm tired of posting his name in his color... \n \"We go forward.\" \nThen the second part of the Harpist's plan takes place - he walks through the \"wall.\""
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " DM \n\nThe Harpist, and those who follow him, walk down a creaky wooden stair case. Ten creaky steps, then a platform, and ten more creaky steps down. The next platform has a wall directly in front of the group, and a staircase leading away to the left and a staircase leading away to the right."
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n \"I vote we peek to see what's in the right corridor, and if it doesn't bother us, then we go left.\" Wilarmis draws his wand. \"Wish I'd've prepared more offensive spells today...\" \n\nCast Greater Mage Armor .\n\n Stats-'n-Stuff \n \n Spoiler \n\n Wilarmis Incan Zauis'ard \n Init +5\n HP 39/52\n Speed 30 ft.\n AC: 27, Touch 18, FF 22 (+6 Greater Mage Armor , +5 Dex, +3 Natural, +3 Deflection)\n Saves: Fortitide +4, Reflex +9, Will +8\n Attacks: +2 Defending Longbow (20 Arrows) +13/+8 (1d8+2, x3)\n Abilities: Str 8, Dex 20, Con 10, Int 28, Wis 11, Cha 11\n Conditions: Greater Mage Armor 13 Hours\n Spells Left: \n \n \n Spoiler \n\n\n Code: \n 2 × Detect Magic\n2 × Read Magic\n\n2 × Reduce Person\n2 × Ray of Enfeeblement\n1 × Shield\n1 × Grease\n\n2 × See Invisibility\n3 × Detect Thoughts\n1 × Invisibility\n\n1 × Phantom Steed\n1 × Slow\n1 × Haste\n1 × Ray of Exhaustion\n\n1 × Dimension Door\n1 × Remove Curse\n1 × Confusion\n2 × Burning Blood [CA]\n\n2 × Dominate Person\n1 × Permanency\n1 × Prying Eyes\n\n1 × True Seeing\n1 × Mislead\n\n1 × Teleport, Greater\n1 × Arcane Sight, Greater \n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " The Harpist \n\nAnd, at the branching off of pathways, the Harpist stops, listening to any arguments that his companions may present, and thinking the lot of them fools for making those arguments."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "As the arguments go on for going left or right, a strange light breeze seems to flow from the right hand side. With it, some conversation seems to be carried, though it is too light for even the best of listeners to make out."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nElzaon nods in agreement to Wil's suggestion."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " \"I ain't here to go scavgening through someone else's stuff. Besides, I'm here to make a deal. I'd rather not start on the wrong foot by proving that we can't follow orders.\" "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\n\" Agreed. If we're here for a job, we might as well start off on a good foot with them, rather than annoy them. Especially if we've worked with them before...perhaps under a different name or banner? \"\n\nPelemaeus takes the initiative and turns left at a brisk pace."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "DM\n\nPel turns left, and follows more steps that creak each time they are stepped on.\n\n@Pel and those who follow him\n \n Spoiler \n\nYou walk down this stairway for about 15 more feet downwards, making another single turn. At the bottom there is a torch for light, and a closed wooden door, with a standard handle and knocker.\n \n\n\n@Those who are indecisive and stay put\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe strange wind picks up, and the whispers of conversation turn louder. Those with an arcane background recognize words of power, but not of what they are intoning.\n "
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " The Harpist \n\nHearing the sounds of walking to the left, the Harpist follows in smug silence."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus follow Pel down to the left, leaving those who were still deciding their fate behind. He was glad to see that Pel had chosen the same path as well as the Harper. Marcus grabs hold of the knocker and uses it to announce the groups presance to whomever was behind it."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " DM \n\nWhen the knocker is used, the moment the crack of metal on metal is heard the door swings open. Inside there is a long table stacked with fresh meats, vegetables, and drink. On the sides the walls are lined with bookshelves, full with what must be some very interesting reads.\n\nAt the head of the table sits a strange looking man in simple black robes. He would be ordinary except for the small horns that protrude from his skull, and the reddish tint that his skin takes on. At his immediate sides you seem to see double, as the exact same person it seems sits there. This person(or persons) wears the same simple black robe, but has more simple features with a round face and fair complexion. They both almost seem jovial sitting there.\n\nThe man at the front of the table stands as you enter.\n\n *Come, please partake. It has been prepared in your honor. We will speak business after the meal. My name is Tyerdius, and you are here under my invitation. * \n\nWith that, he sits down, and the chairs pull out as if under their own power, apparently waiting for someone to sit in them."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nElzaon hesitates, and then catches up with the others to the left. He takes a seat."
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis the Wizard \n\nWilarmis reads the titles of the books on the bookshelves before sitting down."
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Teh Harpist \n \"We would be honored to dine with you, indeed,\" the Harpist says formally with only a small amount of emotion, as he slowly makes his way over to a chair and touches it with his hand to make sure that it is a chair, and sits down on it. \"I expect that other subjects of conversation are not prohibited. Honor as proper may be offered if we had knowledge of exactly whom each of us represent.\" \n\nThe Harpist certainly isn't trusting the food."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "It would take far too long to read all the titles on all of the books in the room before sitting down, and quite possibly is rude even glancing. But what Wil finds are books in a very strange language that is incomprehensible to him, and that the vast majority of the books look very similar...as if they are journals.\n\nSome titles are things like;\nAthuskijotty, Zygurawawawa, and Minoplutrxpiwxjre.\n\nThe man known as Tyerdius notices the perusal, but goes back to his meal as if he saw nothing of note.\n\nOne of the \"twins\" looks up at the Harpist as he speaks and sits down. In a very dry and raspy voice, he answers.\n \n*We are those who represent what is to come. We are those who do what is necessary to bring that to fruition. More than that need not be said.* "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marucs takes a seat at the table using the first available chair. He nods to each person at the head of the table as he does so. Since the host has already invted them to dine, Marcus will start to fill his plate up with samples of the food on the table. He will, however, wait to eat untill the host has done the same."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "After everyone is seated, the meal is joined. Whoever wishes to eat may do so, and the three at the head of the table actively partake of their own meal.\n\nSoon, the meal is done and polite conversation ceases. Tyerdius claps his hands, and many invisible servants begin to clean the table. The dishes are brought back behind the three, into another room and through another wall. Meade, ale, and wine are left for refreshment.\n\nAfter the clean-up, Tyerdius stands. He reaches into his robes and pulls out a short pipe filled with tabac. He uses a tindertwig to light it, and begins to pace around the front of the room.\n\nAfter a few minutes, he begins to speak in a fairly soothing, but at the same time disturbing, tone.\n\n *First I thank you for coming. If anything, at least you received a hot meal for your troubles. Second, I apologize for my associate's wards on our missives. It was a necessary step to prevent any falsehoods. As you may or may not know, Myus has done a job or two for me in the past, long before any of you were around. It is why I reached out to him specifically, as we have a...working relationship.\n\nI ask now if I could put you all into my employ. Knowing what I do of Myus leads me to believe you are all quite capable persons yourselves. I am in need of these types of people.\n\nI need something done that is of a...questionable moral nature. If any of you have any qualms about moral ambiguities, speak up, and we shall attack those questions first. If not, please ask any questions you wish now.* "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " \"Morally questionable is a broad term. I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty and cause a ruckus if necessary, but I'd like to know what I'm agreeing to before I comment one way or the other. So what exactly about your task is questionable?\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Tyerdius chuckles a bit to himself.\n\n *Of course, of course. Suffice it to say this task involves a child and its mother. More than that I cannot say without...consequences. Does that satisfy you?* "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n No. It doesn't. What exactly do you want us to do to these two? "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " \"A mother and a child eh? Seems too simple for you. I'm sure there is much more to it, but let us say that for now any of my moral concerns can be covered over...for a price. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Tyerdius senses some tension in the room, and this time laughs a bit harder. Once he settles down, he speaks in a more serious tone.\n\nHe turns to El and speaks first.\n *My dear outsider , as I have said, to speak further about this would require consequences. Those I do not know if you are willing to accept...yet.* \n\nHe then turns to Marcus, looking a bit more jovial.\n *Of course there is a price involved, I would think that is the nature of business. However, since my normal dealings had been with Myus, and such a long time ago, I know not who negotiates for you. In any case, it is safe to say that the payment for this deed would be worth, at the very least, that fabled sword at your side.* \n\nAfter this bit of dialogue, Tyerdius reaches down for a glass of wine, and drinks a bit heavily."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nElzaon doesn't seem to take offense at the outsider crack. Rather, he seems proud of it. Knowing what he does, it's not suprising.\n\n Does it involve us killing them? "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Tyerdius answers back to El.\n \n*Ah, good. Proud of your heritage. A good trait to have. But no you aren't supposed to kill them. Simply bring them here.* "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n \"So, who exactly are we supposed to bring you? I mean, there are about a million plus pairs of mothers and children out there.\" He rolls his eyes. \"Unless this is some spooky mystery where we're supposed to find out ourselves because you're bound by some magical contract and will turn into a pig permanently if you tell us?\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " DM \nAfter Wil's remarks, it seems as though something changes with Tyerdius. He puts his pipe down, and when he looks up his eyes glow a deep, deep red.\n \n*You know not to who you speak Riuertopklyweionvei ! I shall NOT be spoken to in such a tone! I have already said that to know more would mean consequences, and you give me no choice!* \n\nHe then turns around and the door that welcomed you in now slams shut, the illusionary wall that the unseen servants walked through suddenly disappears, and a giant 10' mirror stands there. In seconds, it's mirror portion begins to swirl, until nothing is reflected and only a swirling gray mist is visible.\n\nTyerdius swings his head around, and marches right into the mist. One of the twins gets up and follows suit. The other stands, and turns to the group.\n\n *He took offense, but our business is not concluded. He will settle down. Of course, now your only option is to follow, and he shall speak in more detail of what needs to be done, and you can negotiate price.* \n\nWith that, the only other person that was in the room that is not a Moonstar walks into what seems to be nothingness."
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n\nWilarmis opens his mouth, obviously intending to say something that would probably insult Tyerdius further. \"Well, I... oh, never mind.\" he mutters. \"No point in annoying this guy.\" Wilarmis suddenly becomes stern, and obviously no longer wishing to be annoying, turns, and walks into the mirror without another word."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "As Wil walks through the mirror, he has the feeling of plane shifting, that much is obvious. This seems much more like a gate however, as he walks out of the same type of mirror on the other side.\n\nHe walks out and finds that he is in a normal looking house, though it is apparently mansion size. The room is another dining room, much like the one that the group was just in. The twins are walking over to it, and just now sitting down. Tyerdius already has a pipe in hand, and seems as jovial as a few minutes ago.\n \n*Ah Wil, I apologize for that outburst. I don't take sarcasm well. In any case, please, take a seat, and we can get on with the real negotiations.* \n\nHe then paces around, waiting for the rest of the group to come in."
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n \"Then I won't be sarcastic,\" says Wilarmis, taking a seat and also waiting for the others."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\nPelemaeus comes through the mirror, obviously unfazed by the planar shifting, although you can tell by his expression that he is curious as to which plane he is on now. He takes a seat, although he still has not touched any of the food, not requiring any of it, through his ring of sustenance.\n\n\" So my take on this is that we must venture forth, find the stated woman and child, return with them alive and healthy, and in return, we are paid a large sum of gold or material goods of value? So, that doesn't sound too bad, except I fail to see how that is morally ambiguous. While I believe in true freedom, I'd still like to know why it would be morally ambiguous. \"\n\nPelemaeus leans back, and awaits an answer from his hosts."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus follows the others through the mirror. He had heard enough from the man to know that he would explain himself in good time. Marcus' questions had been answered for now. Instead of sitting, Marcus will lean up against the wall while he waits for the others to arrive."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Tyerdius waits until everyone is settled in. Upon hearing the question, he finally decides to state the business at hand.\n \n*You are all needed for this, my task, at hand. I am nearing completion of a...pet project of mine, and am in need of some special cargo.\n\nTo the north and west of Mysticae lies a small Fire Giant tribe, the Gurrs. Within this tribe there is a mother and an unborn son. I need the pair, unharmed, in the basement of the shop in Mysticae. I also ask that my trust not be misplaced with Myus' Moonstars, and that all contracts are kept confidential.\n\nFor this, I ask you to name your price.* \n\nTyerdius then finally sits down, grabs an apple off the table, and takes a big bite."
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " The Harpist \n\nSince I was away *Much cursing*, the Harpist was just inanely keeping silent and listening to all the parts of conversation, stepping through that mirror and such, waiting for the real deal.\n\nAnd here it is.\n\nHm... Unborn children are rather difficult to resurrect, unfortunately. Though the Harpist isn't exactly the guru on such matters - best leave that to the bookworm - That's the Harpist's idea on morality.\n\n \"Dispensation to eliminate anyone blocking our way to the targets that are not the targets themselves, and to obtain possession of any items of value found amongst recently-deceased members of the tribe. Advance knowledge as to the exact size and location of the tribe, and notable features of the tribe's culture or location. Payment of one hundred thousand gold pieces, or items of use to us to this value, with ten percent of the payment offered in advance for purposes of completion of the task at hand. Alternatively, we can consider you in our debt until future actions rendered for our benefit sees the debt settled. Feel free to haggle.\" \nThe Harpist smiles. Even without the knowledge of what exactly fire giants are, he's quite certain that they wouldn't be pushovers if the Moonstars were specifically called for the task. Even so, it's always best to aim high for the price."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nElzaon nods at Harper's suggestion.\n\n I agree. That seems fair. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Tyerdius slowly gets out of his chair, and again begins to pace. He seems to be thinking, but about what you could only guess. Then he stops, all of a sudden, and responds.\n\n *I agree to the right to dispense with any that are not the targets. In that regard, I do not lay claim to any responsibility for any fallout that that particular event may cause.\n\nYou may keep anything that you find. I would expect nothing less.\n\nAdvanced knowledge of the tribe would be up to you to get. I only know what I need. Information is not part of the deal.\n\nI offer you the price of 10,000 gold each, or choice of an equivalent trinket I may have around.\n\nWhat say you?* "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n Advance or upon completion? And could we have a look at your items to decide if they're worth it? "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " I could agree to a 10% advance. And my stores will remain hidden until the task is complete. You can decide what you would like then. "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n In that case, I'd rather wait until completion for my share then. "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\n\" 10,000 gold pieces to go on a wild goose chase for a mother and her unborn child? I mean, come on, I don't mean to be rude, but you should seriously give us more than just 10,000 each if we're going in, and we may face the fact that the mother will not want to come! 20,000 gold pieces. Each. \""
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n\nTen thousand each. Half of what he offered.\n \"I would also note that charges should be significantly higher than the initial offer, due to advance planning that we will have to do ourselves. This puts strain on us to remain undetected or risk failure of the mission while performing basic reconnoissance.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus smiles as he watches the Harpist go to work. He did have a way with words. If Marcus felt he needed to add anything he would, but for now he is content to let the master play the stings."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Tyerdius chuckles just a bit and almost spits a bit of his apple out as Pel speaks.\n\n*My dear Sky One, please do let the one who knows what he is doing speak. It is much easier that way*\n\nHe says the former with seriousness, not appearing to mock or berate in any way.\n\nHe then turns to the Harpist, the damned master negotiator.\n *I concede the point that some preparations must be made. I will go to an offer of 15,000 gold each, with a 1,000GP advance that does not go towards that total. You do indeed drive a hard bargain.\n\nDo we have a deal, or will you try and rob me of my clothes as well?* \n\nTyerdius smiles and looks as if he is having a grand old time."
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n\nWilarmis watches silently. Harp-y may be annoying in his own way, but he's useful, too, he thinks."
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n\nExactly where he wanted it. The Harpist nods in agreement. \"Then the charge is agreed on. I would not deprive you of personal attire.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Now that the buisness was settled, Marucs decided to inquire about his own personal interests.\n\n \"You mentioned my sword before. What do you know of the Nine-fold path? Have you any information on the other swords of destiny? "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "@Harpist\n I thank you for that. \n\n@Marcus\n I know of much, and perhaps you will take some of that knowledge as payment. It is too soon to tell that kind of thing. Perhaps we will speak more in depth when you get back. \n\nTyerdius motions for the twins to get up, and excuse themselves. He himself then bows to the group.\n\n *I myself am tired and must rest. Feel free to stay the night if you like, you may each take a room in the West wing. My actual servants will guide you if you just ring this bell here.\n\nYou may also use the back door that leads out. Well, I shouldn't say out, but it is a nice ruse to think this is an actual house. It will lead you to the Astral Plane, where you may go wherever you need. It is sad that it is a one-way portal, though.\n\nOf course you can always go back out the front door, back to Mysticae. You will find that the door leading back upstairs is now unlocked.\n\nIndeed, good luck to you all. I will have a servant bring down your advance shortly. Feel free to partake of anything on this table. If you need more, again, just ring the bell.* \n\nWith that, Tyerdius heads up the grand stair case, seemingly off to his bedchamber."
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n \"I wonder if these 'servants' are actually Unseen Servants ...\" mumbles Wilarmis, struggling to decide if he wants to ring the bell or not. He decides not to. \"So, let us find out more about this tribe of fire giants. Or fire giants in general:\n\n\"Fire giants are very strong, big, and hardy creatures. Immune to fire, and vulnerable to cold. Duh. They are known to throw big burning rocks at people, and commonly use greatswords. Large communities usually include several clerics. Since they throw big burning rocks, and are fire giants anyways, they'll be most commonly found by some natural source of heat. Very large communities will probably have a few ettins or trolls living with them, and even the occasional hell hound or red dragon.\n\n\"Their reflexes and cold vulnerability are their weak points — use them to your advantage. Or maybe sunder their armor or something. Speaking of sundering, many fire giants are exceptionally good at sundering. And charging over people.\n\n\"...\n\n\"And sieze the initiative.\n\n\"That will be all.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Shortly after Tyerdius and his companions leave the group's company, 5 pouches come floating down the stairs. They are placed on the the table, and the unknown force seems to disappear.\n\nUpon inspection, each pouch contains 100 platinum pieces."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nElzaon grabs his gold pouch.\n\n There is a secret temple back in Mysticae. If we go back, I could get some supplies, maybe some information for our journey. I'd have to go alone, but it could be worth it. "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n \"So they were Unseen Servants. Very well then.\" Wilarmis proceeds to find a room to stay at."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Time Passes \n\nThe group is escorted by a pair of gloves to the West Wing, where each person has a room of their own. The compartments are spacious, but not gaudy, and the stay is comfortable.\n\nUpon waking, the group is again escorted to the dining area, where a large breakfast is served. There is no sign of Tyerdius, the twins, or anyone except some floating dishes and flatware."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus starts the discussion off. \"So, anyone have suggestions on how to procede from here? I know El wants to go consort with his religeous friends, and I know of a person in Mysticae who might be able to provide some information. But the real question is how do we want to go about getting the woman and child unharmed? Steal something or someone important and ransom it for the woman? Sneak in or go in with a show of force? How are we going to get there?\" "
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n\nThe Harpist slowly makes his way, using his stick as guidance, to where the others are. He would have preferred leaving for the relative safety of their base inn, but at least the fact that their throats weren't slit during the night indicates that they appear to be on the level... Until the job is done, at least.\n\n \"Exit the normal way, meet with contacts. Use the road. Bring a wagon. Hide it behind terrain or an illusion. We'll need it to cart the target back.\nReconnoissance first, though. We can make strategies once we know what we're up against.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " DM \n\nThe party gathers their things and heads back out the front door, to the alchemists shop. The room they were previously meeting Tyerdius in is now perfectly clean. Everything else is the same as it was.\n\nThe keeper of the establishment nods at you as though he knows what has happened, or perhaps he is just thanking whatever gods he worships that you did not in fact go right. Either way, he waves as you pass.\n\nWhen the party arrives at \"By the Book\", the barkeep has things locked down, and it is apparently closed to the public. When you enter, it seems as though a War Room has been set up. Maps on one side and a round table on the other.\n\n \"Good evening gents. I hope things are in order. I assumed you had agreed to a contract so I have the usual set up. Well, the usual as to what Myus used to need, anyway. Let me know if I can do anything else.\" \n\nHe then waves, and goes back to work, cleaning the bar."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " \"That sounds reasonable enough. We'll talk more later after we have ech gined some insight into what needs to be done.\" \n\nWith that, Marucs rises from the table and before looking back towards the group. \"Meet back up at the here this evening then? I'm headed to Master Trent's dojo if anyone wants to come with.\" \n\nHe waits a few moments to see if anyone is interested in coming with him before heading off towards the dojo."
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n \"Go as needed,\" the Harpist says to Marcus and the others.\nHe then moves towards a map of Mysticae's surroundings laid out on one of the tables, after making an almost-appreciative nod at the barkeeper. \"We need to find the location of a clan of fire giants. Our employer said that they reside somewhere to the northwest, but failed to give a specific place.\" "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\n\" I think, that it'd be more important to first discover which mother and unborn child we're supposed to capture... that has so far been unspecified... and there have got to be more than just one set of mother with child. \""
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The barkeep stops cleaning for a moment, and walks over to where the Harpist is.\n\n *Hmmm. Fire Giants you say? Myus never said anything about no fire giants, but he did mention something sometime long ago about some natural hot springs. Don't know if that will help ya, but those are located somewhere around here*\n \nAs he finishes his sentence, he points to a position on the map that is somewhat northwest of where you are now, about 50 miles away. It seems to have a marked pass leading up close to it, with some sort of village nearby as well."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus left the others to plot out their search. He would go to seek out answers from Master Trent. While Marcus had heard of the Jade Phoenix, he had no understanding of the path the master walked. Marucs had tried to avoid to dojo as much as possible. He felt that the path must be discovered by oneself through trials and adventure, yet there was a certian practicallity to a large school. It seemed ordianary enough from the outside. A simple door slightly opened in the middle of a plain wall was the entereance into the school. Marcus steped into the courtyard and watched for a few moments as some students made their way across it, carrying books and weapons in each arm.\n\nHe waits untill he sees an instructor notice him. The instructor closes the distance to Marcus and asks, \"What can I do for you good sir?\" \n\nMarcus takes stock of the man before answering, \"I am here to speak with Master Trent.\" "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nElzaon excuses himself from the bar, and swiftly, and nimbly, so as not to attract unwanted followers, heads to the secret temple."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "@Marcus\nThe instructor asks that you wait, and he will attempt to gather Master Trent. After about 20 minutes, a very short, very skinny, halfling skips up to Marcus.\n\n *Why hello there. I am Master Trent. I can't say that I remember you but I can say that I should, Adept of Nine.\n\nWhat can I do for you?* \n\n\n@El\nYou walk quite a distance away, having to go out of the Merchant district and down into the actual living quarters. You make your way into what seems to be a middle class neighborhood, and knock on a plain wooden door of a house that looks like all the rest. After the knock, you hear a whisper, but not what was said. You whisper back in the same tone, and that is enough to gain entry.\n\nThe main room is a disaster area, with tools of torture strewn about. On one side a man and a woman stand chained to the wall, unable to escape. On the other, a dwarf is tied to a chair and seems battered and bruised. You have no idea who actually let you in, but that is always the case.\n\nA woman enters, one of the most beautiful women you may have ever seen even though she is a High Elf, and asks an obvious question. She does not look like the high priest that you know, since he is a human male, but she carries herself with authority. You do not recognize her of being in your local sect, that is for certain.\n\n *What, in the name of Death, do you want?* "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus takes a bow towards the halfling while pressing his palms together. \"I regret that I have not visited sooner Master Trent. I am Marcus Lowel, Lion of Sasserine. I have come to ask you questions to which I hope you might provide some insight. I must also confess, that while my primary reason for this visit is to seek out information on a tribe of Fire Giants, I relish any opportunity to spar with other followers of the way so that I might enlighten them to the power of the Kimtashi* (Nine-as-One)\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " I welcome you Marcus. First of all, I think a good sparring could be fun. Not sure if it would be fair, though. Perhaps one of my better pupils should contest.\nPert! Come down here! \n\nHe then turns to an acolyte.\nG o, and gather the classes. We shall have a display unlike most. \n\nMaster Trent seems happy with glee at the proposal, but also saddened that he is not the one in the ring!"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus smiles at the master. \"Who has ever learned from a fight where they were not overmatched? Still, this should be enjoyable. We will discuss other matters later perhaps.\" \n\nAs the crowd gathers Marcus takes a quick inventory of the surrounding area. He begins to focus his mind on the coming battle. When Pert arrives, Marcus greets him warmly. \"It is a pleasure to meet you Pert. Perhaps I can show you something of the nine sided power and beauty.\" "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n I am here to collect supplies for a journey my teammates and I are going to be taking soon. Can I speak to the high priest? \n\nIt should be noted that both of Elzaon's holy symbols (The normal one, and the one made of silver that is a focus for a spell) are clearly visible."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Pert arrives, and is obviously a follower of his master's discipline. He is a human, of a dark complexion, and apparently only has a quarterstaff. He also is only in robes, much like everyone here, and doesn't seem to have any kind of defense.\n \n*I am glad to meet you, Marcus. I hope that our journey together is fruitful.* \n\n\nHe then walks up to the stage, bows to the crowd, and readies himself.\n\n *You need not restrain yourself on this floor. The pain is temporary, and we only bruise. Fire and brimstone only singe. If there is an accident, we have an account setup with the temple of Boccob for services rendered.* \n\nAfter Pert seems to have himself readied, Master Trent goes up on stage. He looks to the entire school and addresses them.\n\n *Here we have a true follower of the path. An Adept of the Nine-Fold. Learn something, no matter the results!* \n\nAfter that, the halfling master walks off the stage, grabs an apple, and mentions... *BEGIN!* \n\n//IE, roll initiative!\n\nPert\n \n Spoiler \n\n init - (1d20+6)[ 21 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "@El\n The elf woman in front of you stares you up and down, more like a piece of meat than any real person with a soul.\n\nYou do not seem the type. You may have gained entry, but proof is needed of your allegiance. What is His name? \n\nAs she says this last part, she obviously is pointing to Nerull's holy symbols on your neck."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus bows to Pert. When he rises, he draws his sword and gives Pert a cold stare, looking into his opponents soul to see what he is made of.\n\n(test of wills)\n intimidate - (1d20+16)[ 21 ] \n initiative - (1d20+7)[ 22 ] "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nHe smirks.\n\n Which one? He goes by many. Nerull, The Reaper, The Foe of all Good, Hater of Life, Bringer of Darkness, King of all Gloom, and Reaper of Flesh. Sometimes called Hak'nir by the elves, and Domgi by the dwarves, his perhaps most regal title is Her Royal Advisor, reffering to his status as an ally of Lolth, goddess of drow. \n\n((I made up those last 3, basiclly to flaunt Elzaon's heritage and knowledge.))"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Pert stares back, and seems glad for the attention. He twirls his quarterstaff and takes a fighting posture.\n\n intim - (1d20+13)[ 29 ] \n\nEdit:\nMarcus loses the contest of wills, but is first to act."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcs shifts his weight to be one with the wind, ever changing, never the same. He then closes on his opponent, but waits to see what he is up against before committing to action.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMarucs will enter Aura of Chaos Stance, and move next to Pert. he will then ready an action to use Divine Strike against Pert if Pert starts a maneuver, casts a spell, or tires to move away from Marcus.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Raistlin1040 \n Elzaon \n\nHe smirks.\n\n Which one? He goes by many. Nerull, The Reaper, The Foe of all Good, Hater of Life, Bringer of Darkness, King of all Gloom, and Reaper of Flesh. Sometimes called Hak'nir by the elves, and Domgi by the dwarves, his perhaps most regal title is Her Royal Advisor, reffering to his status as an ally of Lolth, goddess of drow. \n\n((I made up those last 3, basiclly to flaunt Elzaon's heritage and knowledge.)) \n \n\nThe elf looks surpised...shocked may even be the right word. She leaves the room without another word. The dwarf tied down in the chair on the other hand, speaks up.\n\n *Now, there's some knowledge equal to my own. The Reaper takes all, does he not? Now, if you could untie me perhaps we could speak...as equals.* "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n Why exactly are you tied to a chair? "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Raistlin1040 \n Elzaon \n Why exactly are you tied to a chair? \n \n\nThe dwarf laughs heartily at the comment.\n\n Why, to be tortured of course! Now let me out so we can have a drink! "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nHe shrugs.\n\n Fair enough. But know that if you try and run, I'm fairly sure I'm faster than you. \n\nHe unties the dwarf."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Raistlin1040 \n Elzaon \n\nHe shrugs.\n\n Fair enough. But know that if you try and run, I'm fairly sure I'm faster than you. \n\nHe unties the dwarf. \n \n\n\n Run? Why would I run? This is MY house! \nThe dwarf then walks into the next room, and comes back with two glasses. He holds them up, and El can take his pick.\n\n Now, what are you here for? "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n You don't seem the cleric of Nerull type to me. I'm here for supplies. Potions, scrolls, items, whatever you can spare. \n\nHe doesn't take either glass. Dead is the fool who trusts a stranger, especially one with a natural resistance to poison."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "@Marcus.\nPert looks at you strangely, wondering what is going on in your mind. He then assumes a defensive posture, and seemingly explodes into flames!\n\nThey mass and swirl around him, and just standing next to him is fairly hard. The flames extend out 10'.\n\nLook here\n \n Spoiler \n\nReflex save DC 16, fire - (4d6)[ 21 ] \nDamage is half fire, half arcane.\nMartial Lore DC 25 to understand what he just did. If you know, look below\n \n Spoiler \n\nAssumed Firebird stance. You are at least facing a Jade Phoenix Master.\n \n\n \n\n\nFor DM and any not actively in the fight\n \n Spoiler \n\nStandard Action: Total Defense. Waiting to see what happens\nFirebird Stance: 1/10\n \n\n\n//Your turn."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Raistlin1040 \n Elzaon \n You don't seem the cleric of Nerull type to me. I'm here for supplies. Potions, scrolls, items, whatever you can spare. \n\nHe doesn't take either glass. Dead is the fool who trusts a stranger, especially one with a natural resistance to poison. \n \n\n Ah, well, suit yourself. He takes a swig of each, just in case you change your mind. \n \nI have quite a bit here, though not all probably not going to help you. Of course it's not all free, a discount for a brethren but we need the gold too you know. "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n That's fine. Just tell me what you have, and how much it costs, and we can work out a deal, or perhaps a trade. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Raistlin1040 \n Elzaon \n That's fine. Just tell me what you have, and how much it costs, and we can work out a deal, or perhaps a trade. \n \n\n Well we have quite a few scrolls and potions around here. Mostly those that cause pain such as those Inflict spells and anything that has to do with fire. We keep healing potions and poisons for fun too, I think we might have 5 of each potion and a couple extraneous poisons that are ingestable. Yer a fair fellow, so pay about 80% of the normal cost, and that should be good. "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n Besides those, any magic items? "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Raistlin1040 \n Elzaon \n Besides those, any magic items? \n \n\n \nI think you'd have to be a bit more specific than that. We don't keep items of power just laying about now! \n\nHe takes another swig from each mug."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus lets the forces of Chaos fuel his blade as he strikes at Pert. Unfortunatly, he had allowed his opponent to gain an advantage by not seizing the initiative.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n attack - (1d20+20)[ 26 ] \n damage - (2d6+12)[ 6 ][ 4 ](22) \n divinesurge - (8d8)[ 7 ][ 8 ][ 4 ][ 8 ][ 6 ][ 6 ][ 1 ][ 3 ](43) \n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Bigmac \n Marcus lets the forces of Chaos fuel his blade as he strikes at Pert. \n \n\nHaving just missed with his forceful swing, Pert almost looks surprised. If he wasn't actively defending himself, that attack might have hit. He decides that he must finish this, and quickly.\n\nOne end of his quarterstaff glows a bright purple, and then a bright orange and red. He swings, and everything explodes in arcane energy and flames!\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nHis swift action is to imbue his first attack with Arcane Wrath. Uses Death Mark on that attack.\n First Attack - (1d20+22)[ 32 ] qstaff - (1d6+2)[ 7 ] + ar. wrath - (3d10)[ 18 ] + death mark - (6d6)[ 22 ] + firebird - (4d6)[ 12 ] \n\nRef. Save vs. Death Mark = 15\nRef. Save vs. Firebird = 16\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus sees the incoming attack, and uses his sword to serve as a better defense than any armor could provide. He concentrates on the incoming attack and at the last second uses his blade to strike the staff aside, rendering the blow harmless. The flames danced around Marcus' feet and made the armor he wore uncomfortably hot. Still, he was focued on winning, and did not let the momentary pain deter him. As Pert tumbled away, Marcus persued step for step. When the follower of the Phoenix stopped, Marcus put the weight of a great mountian into his attack, striking a telling blow.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n wallofblades - (1d20+20)[ 38 ] \n\nif necessary\n DMsave - (1d20+9)[ 10 ] \n FBsave - (1d20+9)[ 21 ] \n\nAncient Mountain Hammer Attack: 38\nDamage: 66\n "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Bronz \n \nI think you'd have to be a bit more specific than that. We don't keep items of power just laying about now! \n\nHe takes another swig from each mug. \n \n\n Elzaon \n Anything an adventuring party might find useful? "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Hmmm. I certainly see I am facing no novice. Impressive.\n\nApparently I must use other talents. \n\nPert's body lights on fire, and as he tumbles five feet backwards a small trail of flame follows him. He proceeds to run a circle around Marcus, out 5' the whole time. As he comes to his point of origin, the area he enclosed explodes in a giant ball of flame. When the smoke clears, Pert is nowhere to be seen.\nHe is obviously a student of the Desert Wind.\n\nDice rolls\n \n Spoiler \n\nRing of Fire: (12d6)[ 48 ] Ref: 18 for half.\nFirebird Stance: (4d6)[ 13 ] Ref: 16 for half\n "
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n\nIn response to Pelemaeus' statement, the Harpist scowls a little. \"Unless you can't trust yourself to distinguish one who is with child and one who isn't, don't worry. A mother and child is what they asked, they never specified which pair.\" \nHe scans the map with his hand, the strong fingertips tracing along the paint lines of the parchment. \"Village. Either our destination, or a stop on the way. That's where we go.\" He turns to the others still here. \"If you do not wish to drag an unconscious fire giant for fifty miles, I suggest that we find a mundane method of large-scale transportation. Example: a wagon.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n \"With horses.\" Wilarmis smirks. \"Teleport, maybe.\" "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\n\" Can we simply not just teleport back to the edge of the city and drag the Fire Giant in and hide it with an illusion spell? Or we could fly it in. \""
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n \"Teleportation to the city boundary is acceptable, as is flight. Covering the creature in illusion might not be - guards would see the magic too obviously, unless you have something to cover the traces.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "DM\n\n@Everyone still in the inn\nThe bartender walks over, and seems to be enjoying listening to the strategy being worked out.\n\n Have to be weary of those guards you know. They see right through illusions with those masks of theirs. And if you're going to teleport to the city boundaries, you better scout out an out of the place spot somewhere off a bit, and maybe hide a wagon there. \n\nHe seems quite pleased with himself for helping in the conversation, and goes back to his bar, this time whistling."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus knew what was coming, but even so the fury of the flames engulfed him. It was worse than he had imagined. He would have to incorperate more of the flames into his own style. Still, he was resolved to teach Pert the power of other styles. Marucs moves forward to where Pert reappears and again uses the power of the mountain to crush his enemy.\n\n iresmntstk - (1d20+20)[ 21 ] \n damage - (6d6+11)[ 28 ] (Fort Save DC22 or be unable to take standard action next round)"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Bigmac \n Marcus knew what was coming, but even so the fury of the flames engulfed him. It was worse than he had imagined. He would have to incorperate more of the flames into his own style. Still, he was resolved to teach Pert the power of other styles. Marucs moves forward to where Pert reappears and again uses the power of the mountain to crush his enemy. \n \n\n Alright then, let's see how you handle this... \n\nPert steps back, and casts a spell that apparently makes duplicates of himself!\nThere seems to be (1d4+5)[ 9 ] of him now!\n\nThey all seem to wait...in ominous synchronization.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nMirror Image\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus ignores the distraction, lost in the dance of blades. He closes his eyes for a moment and lets the blade lead him to where it must go. He swings carefully as he concentrates to recall the ancient techniques of the sword.\n\n attack - (1d20+13)[ 31 ] (using 7 points of combat expertise)\n damage - (2d6+11)[ 17 ] \n miss1 - (1d100)[ 1 ] \n miss2 - (1d100)[ 22 ] \n\nboth mis rolls shooting for under 50. recovering maneuvers with a swift action."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "You feel Pert just *barely* duck out of the way. He must not have known you were going to close your eyes, but he did indeed react in time as he seemingly dances a step around the giant blade of Marcus.\n\nImpressive. Relying on your senses and the fact I won't be able to take advantage of your current blindness.\n\nLet's see if I can!\n\nPert steps back, and Marcus again hears the unmistakable sounds of spell casting. He is then burned, first by the ever present Firebird stance and then by gouts of flame!\n\nLook here\n \n Spoiler \n\n attack - (1d20+16)[ 24 ] Ranged Touch Attack against blind person\n attack - (1d20+16)[ 28 ] Ranged Touch Attack \"\" \"\"\n attack - (1d20+16)[ 23 ] Ranged Touch Attack \"\" \"\"\n\n damage - (4d6)[ 14 ] Firebird, Ref: 16\n damage - (4d6)[ 19 ] First Scorching Ray\n damage - (4d6)[ 11 ] Second Scorching Ray\n damage - (4d6)[ 15 ] Third Scorching Ray\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "marcus moved to end this swiftly. He attacks again, this time with the mountain hammer.\n\n attack - (1d20+20)[ 40 ] \n damage - (14d6+11)[ 3 ][ 6 ][ 4 ][ 5 ][ 3 ][ 3 ][ 6 ][ 6 ][ 2 ][ 6 ][ 3 ][ 1 ][ 1 ][ 3 ](63) \n miss - (1d100)[ 79 ] \n miss - (1d100)[ 58 ] \n\nfirst going low, other high. Looks like a crit. Add 14dmg for extra dice for dmg total of 77."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "With a loud *thud* Pert is knocked back, and then falls on one knee. He gasps from breath from the blow, and nods to his master. Master Trent then claps his hands, and both Pert and Marcus immediately feel better, though perhaps a bit sore and possibly bruised.\n\nPert gets up, and walks over to Marcus.\n \n*I do indeed see the path you walk, and it is an excellent choice for you. I will ponder what has happened here. Thank you, I have learned much today.* \n\nPert then walks off, and when the fight is truly over an applause comes from the crowd. They then begin to disperse, all obviously anxiously discussing the fight.\n\nMaster Trent walks off, over to a tea pot, and sits down. He motions for Marcus to follow him."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " \"You fought well Pert. It was only by combining the might of the mountin with the insight from a diamond mind channeld through devotion to chaos that allowed me to strike such a blow. Ponder these things as you will.\" \n\nMarcus sheaths his sword and makes his way over to Master Trent. He sits quietly reflecting on the contest for a moment while he absorbs the aroma of the tea and the sounds of the dojo. A phoenix was a mighty foe for sure. Marcus had become too reliant on those around him to protect himself from the elements. Perhaps he should investiage the secrets of the desert before venturing into the den of fire giants.\n\n \"Thank you for letting me contend with your pupil. He is indeed a fine student, and will surely become a force in this world. But, as I said earlier, I am interested in picking your brain about a tribe of fire giants located somewhere fairly near Mysticae. Have you heard of this tribe? What can you tell me about them?\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Master Trent looks up at Marcus, with a giant smile on his face.\n\n *I love fights like that. They really do make everything worth it. But to your question, I only have limited knowledge. I have heard of a practicing fire-giant swordsmen of the Nine-Fold, though I do not know what techniques he may have learned up there in the mountains. I believe his name was Ertoth, but my old mind can't be certain.\n\nI'm afraid that's all I know about these fire giants. We mostly stay away from things that are immune to fire you know.* \n\nWith that, he pauses, and takes a sip of tea. He looks up again, with that smile on his face.\n\n *Was there anything else?* "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " \"Now that I've been enlightened by the display Pert put on, would you happen to have any scrolls that could help unlock the secrets of the Flame's Blessing? If I am to meet on the feild of battle with this Ertoth then it could prove useful.\" \n\nMarcus ponders weither he should speak the next question, but decides that information is always useful.\n\n \"Could you enlighten me more about the Jade Phoneix? I have heard that there are but a few, and to find two powerful ones in the same dojo is interesting. What brings the two of you together now, and why here?\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Bigmac \n \"Now that I've been enlightened by the display Pert put on, would you happen to have any scrolls that could help unlock the secrets of the Flame's Blessing? If I am to meet on the feild of battle with this Ertoth then it could prove useful.\" \n\nMarcus ponders weither he should speak the next question, but decides that information is always useful.\n\n \"Could you enlighten me more about the Jade Phoneix? I have heard that there are but a few, and to find two powerful ones in the same dojo is interesting. What brings the two of you together now, and why here?\" \n \n\n We do indeed have some manuscripts of Flame's Blessing. It is the first thing taught to every student here. As you can probably guess, besides just it's usefulness in our way, it has practical purposes as well! I will have a student fetch you one. It is the least I could do for a display like that.\n\nPert and I...well, we have a long history together. When I was a younger, more arrogant pup, I came across a human Wizard that wanted to expand his martial prowess. I took him along on a an errand of mine, and by the time we were done this human had sworn his life in devotion, in devotion of the path of Jade Phoenix and devotion to myself. I took the opportunity to start a dojo, and he we are today.\n\nThere are many here who have varying success at both the Desert Wind and a Devoted Spirit. Beyond that however, we lack the knowledge to attain the levels of clarity you have. I invite you to come back whenever you like, if only you could teach a bit while you are here?\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " \"I would enjoy the opportunity, and I will take you up on your offer if everything goes well with Ertoth. And thank you again for your hospitality. No need to rise, I can find the door on my own.\" \n\nMarcus then takes his leave of the dojo and makes his way back to the \"Book\". He enters quietly, trying to listen to the discussion going on. When he's noticed he asks, \"So, we have a plan yet? I didn't find much out, except that the clan is up in the mountain, and that one of them is a martial practictioner.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "DM\n\nThe bartender greets Marcus as he walks in.\n\n *Still some plotting and planning going on over there I think.* "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n\nAhg! Sarcasm! Kill! Not. \n \"I'm sure that there's something in this spellbook of mines that can help us with our mission, aside from the obvious frost spells.\" Wilarmis flips through his spellbook."
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n\nThe Harpist sits down and lets Wil worm his way through his book.\n \"There is the possibility that the guards would not even be concerned with our delivery, unless our employers have a bad history with them.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n \"Nah... I'm actually more worried about getting to the fire giant camp place. I hate traveling, unless by magical means. Ohh, this is nice. Shadow Walk .\" Wilarmis pokes his spellbook with a finger. \"It's a nice new spell I got recently that lets us travel fast . As in get-to-the-camp-in-an-hour fast. Of course, our destination will be inaccurate. But still, this could be very useful.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " DM \n Time Passes \n\nAfter about another day, the group decides on the KISS principle, and decides to follow the map given to them by the bartender to the mountain pass. A wagon was brought, just in case, and hidden in a small cave off the main road.\n\nSoon after, the group finds that they had to turn off the main road in order to find the pass they were looking for. After only a half hour climbing rocks and swearing at mother nature, the group finds the pass. According to the map and other information it should only be 10 miles up the pass until a turn to the first village, and about 20 miles to get to those hot springs.\n\nThe pass is a simple valley between two large mountains. For the most part it varies between 20 and 40 feet across, but there are spots where it closes down to 10' wide. Coming through here in winter would be impossible.\n\nAs the group continues down the pass, they spot an odd cave about 15' up the cliffside, with only a 5' protrusion coming out and no way up but to climb or fly.\n\nThe group stops, and attempts to decide if they should investigate or simply carry forward."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus, bored from all the walking, is greatful for a momentary distraction. \"You want me to go scope it out? It shouldn't take too long.\" \n\nNot hearing any immedeate objections, Marcus hurries to start scaling the cliff towards the opening.\n\n \n Spoiler \nGoing to take 10 (and with my modifiers that should beat the DC 15) to climb up there.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Marcus easily scales the rock face, trying to gain a vantage point to what could be inside the cave. As he gets higher, a very distasteful smell starts filling the air. The sound of cooking can be heard as reaches the top, and as Marcus peers in, he can see a simple natural cave, about 10' wide at the mouth and wider inside. It goes deeper than his vision can allow.\n\nHe does however, about 30' in, see two hill giants, happily sitting and chatting around a giant pot.\n\nThe pot seems to have some odd ingredients, namely a humanoid whose legs are hanging off the side. The smell that is present is obvious now: Burning, boiling flesh.\n\nA second later another hill giant comes to join them from somewhere in the back.\n\nMarcus does not believe he has been seen, as he has yet to climb over the edge."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus climbs down about 5 feet before springing off to decend rapidly. He rolls once he hits the ground and springs up to his feet. He then whispers in hushed tones,\n\n \"Looks like we got a couple of Hill Giants up there busy eating people stew. Might not be a bad idea to get the jump on them rather than the other way around. "
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n\nWell, killing a group of hill giants is definitely something that the Harpist has absolutely no moral dilemmas about. However, he has a very healthy self-preservation instinct.\n \"Before we rush in there. Is it absolutely necessary to enter the cave in order to continue our journey?\" "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus loved a good fight, but didn't want to expend his energy if unnecessary. Still, taking out the Giants had it's own benefits.\n \"We can leave 'em be for now, since their stomach is full, but on the way back there's no gaurentee that they won't get the drop on us. And, if we can take one alive, we might be able to get some useful information out of them. "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n Listen, I hear you guys keep a powerful weapon around here. It goes by the name of Night's Claw? \n Yes. It's an heirloom of the temple. What of it? \n I need it. I'm going on an adventure, and a weapon like that would be infinatly useful. \n Well...I could sell it to you, 80%. Or you could trade. \n All I've got is my mace. It's not worth the dagger, but... \n Say no more. I'll take your mace for now, and you can pay me back later. You best be going then. Your friends are probably waiting. \n Thank you. I won't forget. \n\nThey trade weapons, and Elzaon dashes out. He arrives back at the inn, and then follows with the group up until the current point."
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n \"We're twenty miles from the fire giants. Do you really think that these guys,\" says Wilarmis, pointing up the cliff, \"would know anything about the fire giants? I say we keep going, 'cuz I want to get this over as fast as possible.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " DM \n\nThe group moves on after a short investigation of some hill giants, but decide to let them enjoy their dinner.\n\nAfter the requisite distance, the group comes to a path that according to the map leads to a village of some sort. The main pass continues on, which according to the map leads to where the hot springs are and where the fire giants are presumed to be."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n So...where do you guys think we should go? "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n \"That depends. What time is it?\" Wilarmis looks down at his watch, remembers that they weren't invented yet, and forgets that the entire thing with the watch happened."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\n\" Well, if nobody is going to decide, we might as well go straight for our objective. We can always come back to the village anyway... and the prospect of a dragon to kill definitely means loot. \"\n\nPelemaeus charges along the dirt track, headed towards the Fire Giants."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The group meanders down the pass towards what they hope is their destination. As they walk, the walls on either side seem to be getting taller, the mountains themselves becoming thicker the farther into the range the group travels.\n\nAfter a few more miles, a lone figure stands on a ledge about 15' in the air and nearly 60' away. It looks like a large dwarf, and is holding a giant, steaming, boulder. It's a fire giant!\n\nIt screams out at the group,\n\n HOLD RIGHT THERE! YOU GO NO FURTHER! "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus stops when he hears the giant's challange. He meets the giant's stare and returns it tenfold. Marcus calls to the Giant in a loud voice, full of pride and strength. \"I am Marcus Lowel, Lion of Sasserine, Master of the Blade and Hand, and I have come to challenge the mighty Ertoth in combat so that I might prove to him the perfection of the nine fold path. I have no qualms with you, and will let you live so that you can witness Ertoth's demise for yourself. You will let my troupe pass peacefully, or you will be destroyed before a single thought of regret for your foolish choice crosses your mind. \n \n Spoiler \n intimidate - (1d20+16)[ 19 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "DM\n \nThe giant responds, and he almost seems to laugh before he does.\n\nChief Ertoth does not see puny things. You turn around, and leave forever.\n\nYou do this, or I blow horn. \n\nHe then takes out a horn from who knows what, but it is as big as any of the group's arms. It would surely alert anything within half a mile. More perhaps with the shape and possible echo of the pass.\n\nHe shakes the horn at the group a bit more, as if saying he wins the argument right there."
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " The Harpist \n\n...The Harpist inconspicuously gets out his harp, cocking his head to the side a little and being alert for any giveaway sounds, and readies an action to use an Eldritch Spear + Hammer Blast against that horn if the fire giant dares raise it to his lips.\n\n \"I have a better solution. You may underestimate 'puny things,' as you say, but if we can prove to you that we are not puny things, then you will allow us to pass. I assure you, we haven't walked this great a distance, climbing many peaks and-- Do you know of a band of hill giants down the road that way?\" The Harpist points with a free hand down the road they had come by."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "DM\n\n I know of no puny things that are strong enough to even be in the presence of Ertoth! Or even worse, the princess! \n\nI know of this band of hill giants. They have been stealing our own plunder, getting there faster than we can. We haven't been able to find them though.\n\nThe giant thinks for a moment...well, a good minute anyway.\n\n If you take out those wannabe giants and bring proof of their destruction, I will escort you to Ertoth...but not to do battle! He would still squish you even if you do somehow overcome those other, lesser giants. "
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n\nThe Harpist looks briefly to the other members of the party with a hidden smile.\n \"One is always prepared to take the easy way. A simple ruse.\" \n\nTrying to transfer a secret message - just bluff his way past this giant? Bluff - (1d20+32)[ 49 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus smells what The Harper is cooking and gives him a slight nod."
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n \"We encountered the hill giants already, on the way here. Quite by chance. A simple ruse was all that it took - there is not a single one of those weak people left alive in that clan, I assure you.\" \n\nThe Harpist looks at the fire giant in the eye... As far as his dark lenses would allow. To him, so the Harpist is assured of, what he just said was gospel truth.\n\n Bluff - (1d20+32)[ 52 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The fire giant, even from this distance, looks utterly shocked. He just cannot believe that a group of puny things could get the drop on even the lowliest of giants. But here was this one, claiming, and with confidence, that they were all dead. Can it truly be real? The fire giant looks utterly perplexed and confused.\n\n So...so they are dead eh? Well why don't you have that otherworlder of yours go get their leaders pouch. In the mean time, I'll get ready for our travels. \n\nThe giant then puts his horn away, and begins to climb down."
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n\nIf the giant gets far enough so that he can't hear Wilarmis' whispered spellcasting, Wilarmis willll cast Telepathic Bond ."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\n\" Pouch? What pouch? They all looked the same to us anyway... big, meaty and chunky. I think that huge firestorm I created probably vaporized the entire cave. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nAssume that the firestorm would be one of our random and erratic sparring sessions or something.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The giant reacts to Pel in much the same way as he did to Wil. A puny thing doing all that, the work of giants? It really seems as though this particular fire giant is truly perplexed.\n \nAlright, you follow me then. No funny tricks. Firestorms no work on us. \n\nAfter finally figuring that a vaporization will not occur to him, this giant's bravado came right back.\n\nThe guard giant then leads you further through the pass. It seems to be a good thing that the group convinced this guard to let you through, as there are at least 10 more down this pass, most of them seeming the type to attack first, and ask questions later.\n\nAfter a few miles however, the group comes upon an opening in the mountain range. They walk up the path a bit, and below them is literally a giant tribe. In sight there are about 20 giants, though there are many tents and giant-made caves, so there is sure to be more. Many ogres also line the landscape, seemingly doing the heavy lifting of boulders, making food, etc. Trolls are also about, and seem to be on guard duty. Two trolls in particular peak the group's interest, the fairly large one barking orders every so often and the quiet one, that seems to be blessing any battles to come.\n\nThe guard fire giant leads you down the path, into this mess, and brings you to the center of the encampment, where a giant bonfire rests. All around you there are hot springs pools as well, making the area extremely hot, and uncomfortable.\n\n *You wait here. I will go get Ertoth* \n\nThe giant then leaves the group, and you are surrounded by potential enemies, but have a few moments to yourselves."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " Well, we're in the door. Now what should we do? Should I continue with the ploy that I am interested in fighting with him / learning from him? It's not a lie, I would like to fight him in combat. I just don't know what I'm gettig into. And if I win, how will the tribe react? If I lose, what happens to you? Also, from what the sentry said I'm thinking that the princess must be the one we're after, but how can we know for sure? "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n I think you should keep it up, at least for now. The chief could be smarter than his grunts, and even if he's not, we don't want to fight a tribe of giants right now, especially if we can avoid it. I think the princess is probably the one we want. I suggest we knock her out and take her away as soon as possible. All these giants around unerve me. "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n I can use Web, Confusion, Haste, and / or Dimension Door to help us with escape, perhaps invisibility, but that'll only work on one of us. "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\n\" I can fly a short distance away with my armor, although I'd have to be picked up somewhere a short distance away. Another option would be to actually create a firestorm, thus confusing the giants... \""
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The now known fire giant comes out of one of the side caves, trailed by a true behemoth. A head and shoulders taller than any other giant in the encampment, the one known as Ertoth approaches the group. He wears a relatively decent chain shirt and carries a monstrous two-handed mallet. It looks like one swing with it would knock any of the group off their feet and possibly flying.\n\nErtoth comes up to the group, with the guard giant behind him. He stands 20' away from the nearest member of the party. After settling in his position and observing his guests, he finally speaks.\n\n *Who are you to disturb us? I care not that you defeated giants that are barely giants. We are stronger.*\n \nHe pauses, just for a moment, and speaks again.\n\n What do you want? \n\nAfter Ertoth speaks to the group, it appears that the rest of the encampment is now staring. The full attention of a giant tribe has now been brought on the group, and it is a bit unsettling. (About 30 giants, 30 trolls, and 50 ogres currently in view)"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus steps forwrd to address the giant. Before he does, he gives a slight bow. \"Greetings Ertoth. I am Marcus Lowel, Lion of Sasserine, and Master of the Nine Paths. I have traveld the world in study of the sublime way. When Master Trent of Mysticae informed me of a Giant who also followed the path I travel, I set out at once to meet you for myself. Having met you, I hearby challenge you to the Test of the Compass!\n\nTure North, The Test of Understanding, for without comprehension one travels off course.\n\nDue East, the Test of Insight, for the bringing of light shows how far one has yet to go.\n\nThe South, the Test of Endurance, for one cannot reach their destination in a day.\n\nOnward West, the Test of Might, for to push on one must create his own path.\n\nNow, mighty Ertoth, what stakes do you care to wager on this challenge? I am prepared to offer both Unfettered, and Supernatural Clarity as stakes on my part. Two of the legandary Nine Blades. What can you offer that compares?\" \n Wil, get your brain in gear and start thinking up some obsucre history relavent to the Nine Blades. Pel, you do the same. We have got to come up with something good. If he feels like I'm not worthy to challenge him, perhaps he'd consider facing a team of me an you Pel. Harper, this challenge should provide a good distraction. It can take a while, enough for you to slip away unnoticed perhaps and find our target. Wil and Elzaon, see if you can think of any spells that can give me an edge without beeing too obvious, or can help in the middle of battle if others are distracted. I hope he goes for this.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The giant named Ertoth laughs mightily at the formality of what is in front of him. After having calmed down, he takes his \"huge\" hammer and strikes the ground in front of him.\n\n I take no challenges from those such as you. I am Ertoth, and this is MY domain! The only challenge is strength, and all those here know who possesses the most! \n\nHe then turns to all the onlookers, and to a giant all look either impressed or intimidated, or both. He truly does seem to command their attention.\n\n Your path means nothing to me. If you do truly wish to challenge me, you do so on your life. I offer only a possibly painless death in return! "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\n\" Then if a duel is necessary, will you agree that in the event that you die, your fellow giants and ogres and trolls will allow us to leave, and in the even that we die, you will not dishonor us? \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nI haven't had a chance to update maneuvers, but I might swap em out in a bit, to fit the Fire Giant's resistance to fire.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus grows so that he can look Ertoth in the eye. He stares at him with an intent glare.\n\n Wil, El, now might be a good time for some super juice. I'll speak loudly and wildly enough that no-one should be watching. \n\nMarcus bellows loudly at the Giant, making wide gestures so that he draws attention to himself.\n\n \"The challenge remains. That YOU do not take it shows how FEARFUL you are that you will be exposed. You do NOT follow the path. I, however, accept YOUR challenge. Since you already set the terms, I will quote the stakes. WHEN I defeate you, I want all Ertoth's possessions, to be carried out of here by person I chose. You will command your tribe not to interfere. "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nElzaon looks at the gathering, probably looking quite out of place.\n\n \"Super Juice\"? I've got some mighty spells prepared, but he looks strong. Even if he can't mentally block my Harm spell, he might still survive. Our best bet might be to simply have Wil and I take out Ertoth in a few seconds, while you guys hold off the others. I could heal, and Wil could use his spells with a wide range to take them out by the tens. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Ertoth bellows loudly once more. Marcus is at an impressive height currently, but only at eye level with most of the other giants. Ertoth stands nearly 12' tall, and an enlarged Marcus gets up to 10.\n\n Why would I order my tribe not to interfere? Assuming I am underestimating you that is pure nonsense. You came here, to MY home, and tell me I am fearful for not accepting a one on one challenge? HA! You puny things really are all the same. I will accept your challenge if you wish, and you will lose either if you defeat me or not.\n \n\nThe fire giants that surround the bonfire all nod their heads in agreement. Can't really tell with the trolls or ogres but it seems any fight might amuse them."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\n\" While I do not trust you at all, I will be honorable, and withhold the use of the Desert Wind maneuvers. Your own element should not be used against you. That I will leave for you to use. Do you have a duel arena where we may participate in without harming your fellow subjects? \""
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Ertoth looks at Pel, apparently perplexed.\n \nYou don't fight for sport puny. You fight for life! "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n I see. So you admit to being afraid of dying by fighting us? I can see no other explaination. You fight for life, but won't fight us. Seems to me...that you aren't exactly as brave and mighty as we have heard. \n\nHe says all of this while lightly fingering Night's Claw, not meeting the giant's gaze, and seeming rather bored."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Ertoth seems to be getting a little agitated at this point at the apparent goading for a fight.\n\n There is no reason for Ertoth to fight you. You things are puny! You crawl on Ertoth like flies on a troll's mess. Ertoth can order whole tribe to murder the lot of you, and then we have dinner for tonight! \n\nWith this the crowd around you cheer, but the goading does seem to have some effect on the big giant and everyone else. Fire Giant's aren't honorable creatures, and it truly seems like the only thing holding them all back at this point is Ertoth's presence.\n\nErtoth speaks again, after the cheers.\n There is no reason for me to give you fair fight. I do not need to test myself, or my guards, against the likes of you. Maybe I'll just consider you captives and we can have some fun with the trolls! "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n So, have we agreed to slay these idiots or what? And if so, should I blast the giants or poke Ertoth around?\n\nAnd when I say poke, I mean turn into dust. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Ertoth seems even more agitated, possibly growing impatient now.\n What do you puny things want? Why have you invaded our tribe like this! TELL ME! \n\nLook inside\n \n Spoiler \n\nErtoth is attempting to intimidate the weakest looking one, the wizard of course.\n intim - (1d20+15)[ 16 ] \nWill save vs. the result or be intimidated and want to toell Ertoth what he wants, at least for the next round\n "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nJust realized it's probably a different day since we left. Here's my spells for the day.\n\nLevel 0\nLight\nDetect magic X2\nDetect Poison\nResistance X2\n\nLevel 1\nBane X2\nDetect Good X2\nComprehend Languages\nCurse Water X2\n\nLevel 2\nDesecrate\nOwl's Wisdom X2\nCure Moderate Wounds X3\nDeath Knell\n\nLevel 3\nAnimate Dead X2\nProtection From Energy X3\nInvisibility Purge\n\nLevel 4\nCure Critical Wounds X3\nDismissal\nHypothermia (SC)\n\nLevel 5\nSpell Resistance\nSummon Undead V X2 (SC)\nSlay Living\n\nLevel 6\nHarm X2\nHeal\n\nLevel 7\nRessurection\nSummon Monster VII\n\nI got Spell Compedium today and I don't know if you have it or not. I changed a few spells, and if that's not OK, I'll change them back. If you'd like to know what they are, I could write up the descriptions in OOC\n \n\n Elzaon \n\nElzaon sighs.\n\n I think I could take him by myself if you guys keep the tribe out of it, at least for a little while. "
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n If we're going into combat like this, then I at least want to know Ertoth's reaction to our actual purpose, here. For all we know, it may be completely different from our expectations. \n\nAnd then, Harpist speaks up.\n \"It may be true that we've come here to challenge you personally as a test of both of our skills. However, that intention is only secondary to the true reason for our visit.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Ertoth seems to get even angrier at the games being played. Apparently, he wants the group to get on with it.\n\n THEN WHY ARE YOU HERE! "
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n\nHarpist looks up at Ertoth.\n \"We were sent by an anonymous party to retrieve for them a female within your ranks who is with child,\" he says simply.\n \"Challenging you to, *Ahem,* 'honorable' combat would be merely a perk.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " You will not RETRIEVE any of my females, let alone those with child! And especially not my daughter! \n\nApparently Ertoth's patience and or temper has been broken. After his short tirade, he quickly turns around and screams at the top of his lungs.\n\n KILL THEM! \n\nWith that order, the giants and trolls that surround you gather their weapons at their sides, and prepare to follow orders."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n \n Spoiler \n Initiative: (1d20+12)[ 14 ] \n Hit Points: 98\n Armor Class: 35\n Fortitude Save: +4, Reflex Save: +19, Will Save: +13\n\n Attack Bonus: +20/+15/+10/+5\n Weapon Damage: 1d6+3\n \n\n\nWith a flash, Supernal Clarity slides out of Pelemaeus's scabbard and flicks up into guard position. Without wasting any time to speak, Pelemaeus concentrates his inner self and prepares to fight with the perfect clarity necessary to master the art of the Diamond Mind.\n\n Out of Character: \n Spoiler \nCan we get a map of sorts, before I post combat actions?\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Just so everyone has it, and Neftren you can change your action if you like (actions are really based on what happens around you, so I'll just take your init. count)\n\nMAP! Round 1!\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n\n//It's relatively large map, couldn't get it down so bare with me please. Combat ready giants are red, trolls green. Ertoth and the two \"other\" trolls are bright green. Troll1 is blesser, Troll2 barks orders. Each PC has their own position, hopefully you can read it.\n\nEdit: Crap, wrong one! That should be good now!"
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": "That's the old Bar Map. I don't see any semblance of hot springs 🤨"
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nElzaon casts Harm, and moves next to Ertoth, attempting to touch him.\n\nTouch attack (1d20+10)[ 11 ] \n\n(I realize it isn't my turn, but I can't guarantee another post tonight, so meh)\n\n(OK, 2 Q's. Do critical failures apply to touch attacks, and because the spell discharges when it touches someone, does it stay with me if I miss?)\n\n(Also, using my Dodge bonus against Ertoth.)"
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": "[OOC]Yes and Yes.[/OOC]\n\n Harpist \n AC 23, Hp 78/78 (DR 3/Cold Iron), Init 8 \n Keep together. Do not let them surround you. Make sure that we have an escape route, the Harpist sends as he turns to face those loving and caring giantkind and takes out his harp.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOkay, a bit of if's, here. I love if's.\n If the trolls and/or the giants have had their turn but do not threaten either the Harpist nor the path from him to AM29 , then move to square AM29, shoulder-to-shoulder with Wil, and Repelling Cone to cover as many of the buggers as possible.\n If the trolls and/or the giants have had their turn and threaten either the Harpist or the path from him to AM29 , then stay put and Repelling Cone to cover as many of the buggers as possible.\n If neither of them have had their turn , move to square AM29 and ready an action to Repelling Cone when any of them move to within 10 feet.\n\n[Repelling Cone: Repelling Blast + Eldritch Cone, 8d6 damage (Ref DC 24 half), Ref DC 25 or be knocked 1d6 feet directly away and prone.]\n[ 8d6 = 30 damage ]\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The troll that keeps blessing the fighters gets right to it, and begins casting a spell of some sort.\n\nSpellcraft DC 16\n \n Spoiler \n\nEnlarge Person\n \n\n\nNew Zoomed Map!\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n\n//Neftren is up.\n\n//Edited for a correction."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\nPelemaeus twirls his sword, weaving delicate strands of shadow to choke Ertoth.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Standard Action - Ranged Touch Attack - Shadow Garrote\n Attack Roll: (1d20+19)[ 33 ] \n Damage Roll: (5d6)[ 18 ] Points of Damage\n\nIn addition, Ertoth must make a Fortitude Save of DC 13 + 3 = DC 16, or become Flat Footed until the start of his next turn. If Ertoth fails his save, then I will proceed to follow with the Shadow Noose Maneuver. If Ertoth makes his will save, I will move behind Wilarmis, to Square AM29.\n\n Attack Roll: (1d20+14)[ 29 ] against Ertoth's Touch AC again.\n Damage Roll: (8d6)[ 21 ] Points of Damage\n\nHe must make a DC 16 + 3 = DC 19 Fortitude Save or be stunned for one round.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Ertoth reels from the shadow as it attempts to choke him. He however shrugs it off and looks menacingly at Pel.\n\nThe Harpist then proceeds to move back 5', and stands ready to repel any giants or trolls that get within range.\n\n//Raistlin is up"
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis [Round 1]\n\nWilarmis steps over to AN28, and throws a Greater Invisibility onto Pelemaeus."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Ertoth screams at the chaos erupting around him. He turns around, and yells at the troll shaman behind him to hurry things up. He then turns to look directly at the cleric in front of him, who foolishly attempted to cause him pain.\n\n Die puny black thing! \n\nHe then takes a mighty swing with his hammer, attempting to crush El's bones with one mighty swing.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n attack - (1d20+25)[ 39 ] \n dmg - (3d6+18)[ 29 ] + 2 points of con if it hits\nIf attack hits, El might be flying backwards via the power of Ertoth's hammer\n br - (1d20+16)[ 35 ] vs. Pel Str Check - (1d20+1)[ 16 ] \n\nMartial Lore check to see what happens (DC 14)\n \n Spoiler \n\nBonesplitting Strike\n \n\n \n\n\nAfter the strike, El flies backwards 10', bouncing off the large Marcus and falling prone right in front of him. (square AR)\n\n//BigMac's Turn"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " Marcus \n\nMarcus calls out to Wilarmis, \"Keep your magic coming!\" before he dissappears from sight for just a moment. He re-appears in front of the troll casting a spell. Knowing that spellcasting requires a lot of attention, Marucs uses the distraction to strike at the priest before fueling his blade with the power of chaos and attacking once more.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSwift Action: White Raven tactics on Wil, who's init drops to 5, but can act again normally at that new initiative.\nMove Action: using shadow stride to teleport 50ft forward. That puts the troll caster in my threat range, and since he is casting that should provoke an AoO.\nAoO attack - (1d20+21)[17](38) damage - (3d6+13)[2][2][4](21)\nDivine Surge attack - (1d20+21)[8](29) damage - (3d6+13)[2][1][5](21) damage - (8d8)[1][1][6][1][3][1][2][1](16)\n \n\n\nEdit: need to redo rolls since I didn't use rollv command and it matters in this stance."
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis [Round 1]\n\nFilled with the surge of energy from Marcus' tactic, Wilarmis flings a Haste onto the party. Then he mentally yells out, Anybody need Greater Heroism? Extra strength? Enlargement? \n Status \n \n Spoiler \n\n Wilarmis Incan Zauis'ard \n Initiative: 5\n HP: 52/52\n Speed: 60 ft.\n AC: 22 (+5 Dex, +3 Natural, +3 Deflect, +1 Dodge), Touch 19, FF 16\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +10, Will +8\n Attacks: +2 Defending Longbow (20 Arrows) +14/+14/+9 (1d8+2, x3)\n Abilities: Str 8, Dex 20, Con 10, Int 28, Wis 11, Cha 11\n Conditions: Telepathic Bond 120; Haste 13 \n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " I'll get back to you on that heroism stuff, but for now maybe you can finish what I started and blast this caster to the abyss before he can wreck any havoc. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "As Marcus drills this troll caster with the power of chaos and the divine, he loses his concentration, and therefore the spell he was casting. He looks severely hurt, but as one might guess that does not last long with a troll as his wounds begin to close as they are made.\n\nThe troll that was barking orders before now starts to in earnest, and the trolls that were around the party now start to surround you. Every troll makes a movement to get closer, as much as it can, one or two even getting an attack in. After the trolls move, the giants begin forming an outer ring, taking up huge rocks steaming from the hot earth and hurling them at the party, creating a thunderstorm of fiery boulders. The giants that Marcus teleported past turn around and maneuver into position, unloading with their huge greatswords on the Master of Nine.\n\nAfter the trolls all get into position, The Harpist blasts at them with repelling eldritch energy. Some of the trolls reel, but stand their ground due to their size.\n\nAfter the chaos of the mundane, the troll shaman becomes extremely weary of Marcus standing there and backs off just a bit, out of his reach. He then casts a spell and truly blesses his allies on the current battle.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nNone of the trolls actually get to attack, but the flavor text is better that way.\n\nThe giants do hurl boulders though. AB Penalty added in if character is currently in melee.\n12 giants, 4 targets, 3 boulders apiece\n \n Spoiler \n\n attack el - (1d20+6)[ 17 ] damage - (2d6+10)[ 15 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 7 ] \n attack el - (1d20+6)[ 9 ] damage - (2d6+10)[ 15 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 3 ] \n attack el - (1d20+6)[ 24 ] damage - (2d6+10)[ 19 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 8 ] \n attack pel - (1d20+6)[ 13 ] damage - (2d6+10)[ 18 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 8 ] \n attack pel - (1d20+6)[ 17 ] damage - (2d6+10)[ 15 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 7 ] \n attack pel - (1d20+6)[ 20 ] damage - (2d6+10)[ 18 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 7 ] \n attack wi - (1d20+6)[ 11 ] damage - (2d6+10)[ 15 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 7 ] \n attack wi - (1d20+6)[ 16 ] damage - (2d6+10)[ 18 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 11 ] \n attack wi - (1d20+6)[ 19 ] damage - (2d6+10)[ 17 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 9 ] \n attack ha - (1d20+10)[ 20 ] damage - (2d6+10)[ 17 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 6 ] \n attack ha - (1d20+10)[ 22 ] damage - (2d6+10)[ 21 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 7 ] \n attack ha - (1d20+10)[ 20 ] damage - (2d6+10)[ 19 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 2 ] \n \n\n\nThe Giants around Marcus open up as well, using one swing apiece for now.\n \n Spoiler \n\n attack ma - (1d20+20)[ 23 ] damage - (3d6+15)[ 23 ] \n attack ma - (1d20+20)[ 40 ] damage - (3d6+15)[ 25 ] \n attack ma - (1d20+20)[ 40 ] damage - (3d6+15)[ 24 ] \n attack ma - (1d20+22)[ 38 ] damage - (3d6+15)[ 24 ] This one flanks\n \n\n \n\n\n\nRound 2 map!\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n\n//Neftren is up. Everyone please take damage if warranted"
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\nAs the giants hurl boulders, they fall around Pelemaeus as he rolls and dodges around them. While still invisible, he comes right up against the troll to his left and mauls him from the shadows of concealment.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by Neftren \n Gotcha.\n\n Attack Roll: (1d20+20)[ 22 ] vs. Flat Footed AC\n Damage Roll: (1d6+2)[ 5 ] Points of Piercing Damage\n Critical Confirm: [Roll]]1d20+20[/Roll] -- Confirms on a Natural Roll of 16. \n\nErtoth has to make a DC 20 Fort Save or take 15d6 Points of Damage. If he makes his save, he instead takes 5d6 Points of Damage.\n Death in the Dark - Damage: (1d20+20)[ 25 ] \n\nBy the way, Rapiers are 18-20/x2, so a Keen Rapier goes to 16, not 15. \n \n\nEdit: Rolls are ALL wrong. Go back to the original post to get the correct ones.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The shadows erupt around Ertoh near the party, with Pel attacking him. Ertoth reels a bit at the unexpected damage, but seems to absorb most of it, and use it to fuel his anger.\n\nMartial Lore DC 19\n \n Spoiler \n\nObviously Steely Resolve. He absorbed 10 points of damage. A Giant Crusader! Run for the hills!\n \n\n\n\n//Chili is up, even though the readied action triggered. I am currently ignoring //the init change because of my own error."
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n \"Get back, you things,\" Harpist orders as he takes a step back and, through a strong chord played on his harp, unleashes another wave of energy at the trolls.\n\n \n Spoiler \n5-ft step to AO28, Sickening Cone to catch the three trolls that were threatening him. Will cast defensively if he's still being threatened.\nReflex DC 24 half damage, Fort DC 21 or be sickened for 1 minute.\n[ Concentration check 17, 24 damage ]\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "After The Harpist creates a few sickened and now very damaged trolls, El digs down deep to his resilient roots and stands back up. He deftly avoids the blows that result from the trolls, and then proceeds to walk directly back into Ertoth's dangerous reach, aiming to damage him beyond repair. Ertoth takes an opportune swing, and bashes El again, knocking back another 10 feet to lie prone once again.\n\nErtoth then turns to the immediate danger at hand, the invisible foe. Using his Zealous rage, he turns on this foe and tries to pummel him into the ground!\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nErtoth's attack (attacking the square where his attack originated)\n attack - (1d20+27)[ 44 ] \n miss chance - (1d2)[ 2 ] Miss on a 1\n\n dmg - (3d6+18)[ 27 ] + (4d6)[ 15 ] \nMartial Lore DC 18\n \n Spoiler \n\nbonecrusher\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus ignites his blade on fire and attacks the priest relentlessly, but with a wary eye out for the other Giants.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nUsing the burning blade maneuver.\nFull Attack with combat expertise (-7 to hit, +7 to AC)\n attack1 - (1d20+15)[ 17 ] damage - (6d6+23)[ 3 ][ 5 ][ 2 ][ 3 ][ 5 ][ 3 ](44) \n attack2 - (1d20+15)[ 34 ] damage - (6d6+23)[ 4 ][ 4 ][ 3 ][ 2 ][ 1 ][ 6 ](43) (EDIT: 54 damage with extra dice)\n attack3 - (1d20+10)[ 13 ] damage - (6d6+23)[ 4 ][ 3 ][ 3 ][ 5 ][ 1 ][ 2 ](41) \n attack4 - (1d20+5)[ 16 ] damage - (6d6+23)[ 2 ][ 1 ][ 2 ][ 6 ][ 4 ][ 6 ](44) (EDIT: 56 damage with extra dice)\n\nJust take the first X dice as needed\n extradice - (15d6)[ 6 ][ 5 ][ 4 ][ 6 ][ 2 ][ 2 ][ 1 ][ 4 ][ 6 ][ 4 ][ 4 ][ 4 ][ 2 ][ 6 ][ 6 ](62) \n\nMarcus will 5ft step east during his attack.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Marcus connects with the Troll Shaman, blistering it's skin while it's flayed at the same time. It drops into a pile of burnt flesh, and before it hits the ground Marcus turns to finish off one of the giants that landed a blow on him previously. Unfortunately, he overcompensated attacking the troll and only got a glancing blow in.\n\n//Bitz is up"
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis [Round 2]\n\nWilarmis dodges the first rock, watches as the second bounces off, and jumps away from the third.\n\n \"Harreokth fahrgs-enh, Ertoth! Ne vhrra strahkpplors fahrgs!*\" shouts Wilarmis in Abyssal, shooting a Disintegrate at Ertoth.\n\n Full damage (26d6=85) \n Fortitude save, DC 25 (5d6=20) \n *Prepare yourself, Ertoth! I shall destroy you! \n Status \n \n Spoiler \n\n Wilarmis Incan Zauis'ard \n Initiative: 5\n HP: 52/52\n Speed: 60 ft.\n AC: 22 (+5 Dex, +3 Natural, +3 Deflect, +1 Dodge), Touch 19, FF 16\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +10, Will +8\n Attacks: +2 Defending Longbow (20 Arrows) +14/+14/+9 (1d8+2, x3)\n Abilities: Str 8, Dex 20, Con 10, Int 28, Wis 11, Cha 11\n Conditions: Telepathic Bond 119; Haste 12 \n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Ertoth wreathes in pain, with part of his flesh vaporized from Wil's spell. He looks angrier than ever. He looks back to order his Shaman up to heal him, and finds him in a pile of his own flesh, dead. Infuriated, Ertoth let's out a mighty roar.\n\nApparently taking that as the signal to commence bombardment, the troll sergeant gives orders to surround the party, and the giants then do their thing.\n\nThe giants around Marcus apparently smell blood, and are trying to finish him off by moving with him.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nBombardment\n \n Spoiler \n\n wil - (1d20+10)[ 23 ] dmg - (2d6+10)[ 16 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 9 ] \n wil - (1d20+10)[ 14 ] dmg - (2d6+10)[ 18 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 8 ] \n wil - (1d20+10)[ 11 ] dmg - (2d6+10)[ 15 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 9 ] \n pel - (1d20+10)[ 23 ] dmg - (2d6+10)[ 16 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 5 ] \n pel - (1d20+10)[ 12 ] dmg - (2d6+10)[ 22 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 7 ] \n pel - (1d20+10)[ 20 ] dmg - (2d6+10)[ 16 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 6 ] \nAdd 4 to AC because in Melee\n\n El - (1d20+10)[ 14 ] dmg - (2d6+10)[ 17 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 7 ] \n El - (1d20+10)[ 28 ] dmg - (2d6+10)[ 17 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 2 ] \n El - (1d20+10)[ 12 ] dmg - (2d6+10)[ 13 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 9 ] \nAdd 8 to AC because of ranged vs. prone and in melee\n\n Ha - (1d20+10)[ 13 ] dmg - (2d6+10)[ 13 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 5 ] \n Ha - (1d20+10)[ 27 ] dmg - (2d6+10)[ 15 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 8 ] \n Ha - (1d20+10)[ 15 ] dmg - (2d6+10)[ 13 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 9 ] \n \n\n\nGiants vs. Marcus\n \n Spoiler \n\n attack - (1d20+20)[ 31 ] dmg - (3d6+15)[ 29 ] \n attack - (1d20+20)[ 26 ] dmg - (3d6+15)[ 27 ] \n attack - (1d20+20)[ 34 ] dmg - (3d6+15)[ 24 ] \n attack - (1d20+20)[ 33 ] dmg - (3d6+15)[ 23 ] \n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " Wil, use your illusion to create a large cloud of darkness that covers the group. That should take care of the artiliery from the giants. Might even confuse some of the trolls that are getting closer.\n\nEl, crawl away from Big Boy then get up and heal yourself. I'll be needing some healing in a bit as well.\n\nPel, attack mercilessly from invisibility. After your attack be sure to step to one side or the other. I'll be bringing the ancient hammer of the mountains to back you up.\n\nHarper, continue to whittle down the strength of those near you.\n "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n \n Spoiler \nSwitch to Assassin's Stance, for 2d6 Sneak Attack Damage.\nUsing Avalanche of Blades on Ertoth.\n\n (1d20+20)[ 39 ] \n (1d20+16)[ 19 ] \n (1d20+12)[ 18 ] \n (1d20+8)[ 27 ] \n (1d20+4)[ 9 ] \n (1d20+0)[ 6 ] \n (1d20-4)[ -3 ] \n (1d20-8)[ 11 ] \n (1d20-12)[ -7 ] \n (1d20-16)[ -8 ] \n (1d20-20)[ -11 ] \n\nThose should be enough attack rolls for now. Just keep going until I miss. Now for damage:\n\nSneak Attack:\n (2d6)[ 12 ] \n (2d6)[ 12 ] \n (2d6)[ 4 ] \n (2d6)[ 6 ] \n (2d6)[ 9 ] \n (2d6)[ 8 ] \n (2d6)[ 8 ] \n (2d6)[ 4 ] \n (2d6)[ 2 ] \n (2d6)[ 10 ] \n (2d6)[ 7 ] \n\nWeapon Damage:\n (1d6+2)[ 3 ] \n (1d6+2)[ 3 ] \n (1d6+2)[ 3 ] \n (1d6+2)[ 4 ] \n (1d6+2)[ 3 ] \n (1d6+2)[ 3 ] \n (1d6+2)[ 6 ] \n (1d6+2)[ 5 ] \n (1d6+2)[ 5 ] \n (1d6+2)[ 5 ] \n (1d6+2)[ 5 ] \n (1d6+2)[ 5 ] \n\nConfirm Crit:\n\n (1d20+20)[ 27 ] \n (1d20+16)[ 30 ] \n (1d20+12)[ 23 ] \n (1d20+8)[ 24 ] \n (1d20+4)[ 6 ] \n (1d20+0)[ 7 ] \n (1d20-4)[ 5 ] \n (1d20-8)[ 2 ] \n (1d20-12)[ -11 ] \n (1d20-16)[ -13 ] \n (1d20-20)[ -1 ] \n\nThen I'll 5-Foot Step to the side I guess...\n "
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n AC 23, Hp 58/78 (DR 3/Cold Iron) \n\nLather, Rinse, Repeat.\n\nOh, this time, Harpist goes absolutely hardcore with the damaging. Because he got hurt.\n \n Spoiler \nThis time, he's going to Sickening Cone the three trolls again, and if they all die, then he'll Sickening Chain the closest 3 enemies that he can find, through Quicken Spell-like Ability. Don't know what the map's like, so use your best judgment.\n\n[ Two Concentration checks 12 & 10.\nCone #1: Ref DC 24 or 25 damage.\nChain #1: 25 Touch to hit, 29 damage.\nChain #2: 23 Touch to hit, 30 damage.\nChain #3: 21 Touch to hit, 32 damage. \nFort Save DC 21 on all hits or be sickened if not already.]\n "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n\nElzaon stands, and takes a five foot step down (the square below his current square on the map) and cast Heal on himself.\n\n(I assume casting heal negates the harm in his hand, unless he can have a heal in one and a harm in the other.)"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Ertoth looks decidedly unhappy. His shaman has gone down, and the puny things are nitpicking him to death. He decides to take care of the invisible one that's right in front of him. He reaches down, as if with the intent to strangle Pel to death with his bare hands, and meets only air. Not knowing if Pel has moved or not, he tries again and misses again. Frustrated, Ertoth looks around for something else to swing at, and sees his opportunity. A flying man is coming his way, and that is where he will put all his anger.\n\nMarcus, after flying away from the fire giants, flies down, at an angle to Ertoth, in order to let an ally flank but not low enough for any other giants but Ertoth to hit him. He swings with the force of the mountain, and cuts into Ertoth deeply, almost bringing him to a knee. Ertoth reacts, as he was waiting for this, and swings as hard as he can at Marcus.\n\nErtoth's AoO\n \n Spoiler \n\n aoo - (1d20+25)[ 28 ] dmg - (3d6+18)[ 29 ] \n \n\n\nAfter those attacks are exchanged, Wil decides enough is enough with the bombardment and encompasses the group and more with what looks like is utter darkness, but is really just an illusion. Hopefully, a minimum amount of giants see through it.\n\nMost of the trolls affected scream out that they've been blinded, and one seems to be confused as he sees everything in a haze. Ertoth goes off in a fit of rage, now vowing to kill the puny that did this to him.\n\nThe troll sergeant only sees darkness, and orders his trolls into the fray. Not knowing what to do, the trolls blatantly disobey, and instead back off a bit. The giants, hearing their chieftain scream for blood, renew their supply of boulders from the springs, and wait to begin bombardment anew."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\nPelemaeus once again moves in for the kill, bringing Supernal Clarity up to bear and hurling a noose of pure shadow to strangle Ertoth. He then moves five feet to his left.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Expended Maneuvers:\n* Death in the Dark\n* Avalanche of Blades\n* Shadow Garrote\n* Shadow Noose\n\n\nAttacking with Shadow Noose for 8d6 points of damage. Ranged Touch Attack against Ertoth and he has to make a DC 19 Fortitude Save or be stunned for a round. (Come on Ertoth, roll a 0!)\n\n (1d20+19)[ 34 ] \n (8d6)[ 23 ] \n\nThen move 1 square North.\n "
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n AC 23, Hp 58/78 (DR 3/Cold Iron) \n\nIgnoring the darkness as Wil advised, the Harpist plays a chord on his harp, and a somewhat-invisible shield covers him like a bubble.\nAnd then, as quick as anything, another chord is played and the Troll sergeant and two of his lackeys should find bolts of pure energy being hurtled at them.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Entropic Warding to shield him from whatever next onslaught of boulders comes along.\n Quickened Sickening Chain to the troll sergeant and the two trolls closest to him.\n\n[ Chain #1: 30 to hit, 23 damage.\nChain #2: 28 to hit, 23 damage.\nChain #3: 26 to hit, 26 damage. \nFort Save DC 21 on all hits or be sickened for 1 minute.]\n "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": "Elzaon, up and fully healed, uses his Death Touch. He moves 10 feet forward, attempting to touch the blinded giant chief.\n\n(42)"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "El touches Ertoth with death on his thoughts, and Ertoth screams loud enough to hear for miles. He collapses in a heap of dead flesh, almost crushing El in the process and causing a loud crash."
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Marcus floats 5ft East and attacks the Giants there, continueing to keep his guard up.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nfull attack w/ CE. Marcus will also recover his maneuvers with a swift action.\n (1d20+15)[ 33 ] (3d6+13)[ 26 ] (20dmg)\n (1d20+15)[ 34 ] (3d6+13)[ 21 ] (cirt for 53 dmg)\n (1d20+10)[ 13 ] (3d6+13)[ 21 ] \n (1d20+5)[ 10 ] (3d6+13)[ 25 ] \n (10d6)[ 33 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis [Round 4]\n\nOnce again, Wilarmis is bombarded by rocks. He gets smashed in the arm by the first one, but gathers up enough willpower to ignore the pain and dodges the other two.\n\n \"Ne-sach-strahk fopm-avharr!*\" growls Wilarmis, shooting a Freezing Sphere at AB-32 to AC-33, and blasting the giants around it.\n\nThey take (13d6)[ 43 ] × 1.5 frost damage, and the water there freezes for the next 13 rounds. Reflex save for half damage.\n\n *Literally \"I\" + \"am\" + \"anger\" + \"currently\" + \"at this time;\" translates to \"Now I'm angry!\" \n Status \n \n Spoiler \n\n Wilarmis Incan Zauis'ard \n Initiative: 5\n HP: 27 /52\n Speed: 60 ft.\n AC: 22 (+5 Dex, +3 Natural, +3 Deflect, +1 Dodge), Touch 19, FF 16\n Saves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +10, Will +8\n Attacks: +2 Defending Longbow (20 Arrows) +14/+14/+9 (1d8+2, x3)\n Abilities: Str 8, Dex 20, Con 10, Int 28, Wis 11, Cha 11\n Conditions: Telepathic Bond 117; Haste 10 \n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "After hearing Ertoth go down, and seeing the freezing magic assault the giants close to him, the Sergeant seems more determined than ever. He begins barking orders around to his trolls...who promptly ignore him. Seeing their captive leader down, every troll that is able runs for the hills, using the same path that the group came down on. Very quickly after, the Sergeant follows them.\n\nHearing their Chieftain go down screaming, seeing their fodder run off for the hills, and being blasted with ice, the giants all seem to have the same idea. They scatter to the various caves around the area, but none of them enter the one to the east.\n\nIt is unknown if the giants are running for reinforcements or just running. They aren't actually saying anything, just yelling and screaming."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": "((So...out of combat? If so, read the rest of my post. Not, just ignore it.))\n\nElzaon kneels next to Ertoth's corpse and rummages through his posessions, putting them all in a pile after looking them over. He then opens his mouth. He drops in 14 gems, and utters a few words. From what the party can make out, they sound like Rise, servant. \n\nHe makes a few gestures, and brings the slain cheiftain to a state of undeath as a skeleton.\n\n(Casting Animate Dead and making him a Skeleton)"
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\nPelemaeus whistles, \" Hey, nifty! \" He then looks up at the Skeletal Ertoth and pokes it gently to see if it's alive. He bounces back as Ertoth's head swings towards him. \" Ooh, scary. \" He then sits down to meditate and recover his maneuvers."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Elzaon \n Quite nifty if I do say so myself. \n\nHe sorts through the pile of Ertoth's swag."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "El sits down and attempts to go through Ertoth's personal possessions, all of which are located in a dirty sack that hung at his hip. El digs through actual mud, finds a human leg that had a bite taken out of it, as well as a necklace of heads that Ertoth seemed to be putting together as a collection. The heads seem to be both human and possibly half-elven, in varying states of decay.\n\nAlong with that, some actual useful things as well (depending on your definition)\nA giant cloak\nA chunk of cheese\nA haunch of edible meat\nA whetstone\nA few sticks of charcoal\nSome dried animal dung\nA bowl and spoon, both with old food on them\nSome old, dried fruit\nand\nA lump of wax.\nAlso deep in is a bunch of gold coins, sticking to each other, and some sort of rod."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": "He puts the cloak, whetstone, coins, and rod in one pile, and the rest of the items in the other. He then casts Detect magic twice, once on each pile.\n\n((So the Skeleton has the sword right?))"
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n\nWilarmis watches as Elzaon digs through the mud. \"Ew, mud.\" He then watches as Ertoth's skeleton bursts out of his body and form into a mindless undead skeleton thing.\nWilarmis has told his story about why he never has minions do his bidding many times. His familiars have always died on him in the week following the day that they were acquired, and the undead minions caused him much trouble when he attempted to enter cities. Plus, all the mercenaries Wilarmis have ever hired either died or got afflicted by some permanent mental condition, so he had a bad time with them as well. And they were barbaric and stinky.\nAnyways, Wilarmis looks down at his burnt / crushed arm and pokes it and winces. \"That was stupid,\" he mumbles, and pokes it out of curiosity again. He then turns back to the skeleton. \"I wonder if that thing is capable of giving me piggypack rides. That'd be kind of cool.\" He turns his head to the east cave. \"Obviously, that's where the pregnant giant woman person objective-creature to-be-captured-thing object mission-goal item is.\" "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Well, he's certainly capable, but you are not riding on my harbringer of death as long as I'm around. Anyway, he'll probably be destroyed by the time we get back to the city. But for now, he'll be usefull enough. Anyway, need some healing Wil? "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " \"Sure. Would you call this wound moderate or serious?\" Wilarmis pokes his arm absentmindedly again and twitches in pain. \"Harbringer of death, my foot.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The group gathers some things, El prepares a minion, and Pel sits down, in the middle of everything, and attempts to discern the properties of Ertoth's mighty hammer.\n\nWhilst this is happening, 4 giants come out of their holes, 2 from the North and 2 from the South, and attempt a small bombardment on the lax group. After they throw their boulders, they run back, inside the cave, apparently using guerilla hit and run tactics.\n\nRolls!\n \n Spoiler \n\n to hit pel - (1d20+10)[ 24 ] dmg to pel - (2d6+10)[ 16 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 7 ] \n to hit pel - (1d20+10)[ 17 ] dmg to pel - (2d6+10)[ 16 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 3 ] \n to hit el - (1d20+10)[ 14 ] dmg to el - (2d6+10)[ 17 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 10 ] \n to hit el - (1d20+10)[ 30 ] dmg to el - (2d6+10)[ 15 ] + fire - (2d6)[ 4 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " It looks painful, but not too bad. \n\nHe takes a rock on the back and winces. He walks up to Wil and casts Cure Moderate Wounds.\n\n (2d8+10)[ 19 ] \n\nHe then puts Ertoth's coins in his pocket, and well as the rod."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": "((Sorry, double post))\n\nElzaon looks around.\n\n We don't have much time. Those giants could be back soon. I suggest that we investigate the cave to the east. It could be Ertoth's quarters, and we could find valuble supplies or even his daughter if we're lucky. Even if it's nothing more then an empty cave, we could rest there for the night, get our spells back, and prepare for an attack tomorrow. "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\n\" Well, we might as well start somewhere... lets go! \"\n\nPelemaeus runs up to the cave, then stops and presses himself against the side of the cave mouth."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Pel dashes up the walkway, making hardly a sound. He uses the cave mouth as cover as he slowly peaks in, trying to use his senses the best he can.\n\nThere is an unbelievable heat coming from within the cave, so much so that it makes it hard to breathe the hot vapors. There is a bright glow coming some distance down into the cave, though it is hard to discern from this distance."
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n\nWhile waiting patiently, Wilarmis decides to give himself the assurance of protection by casting a Greater Mage Armor on himself."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": "Elzaon raises an eyebrow at Pel and then follows him, beckoning for the others to follow him."
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n\nFor want of a better thing to do, the Harpist follows, making sure to keep within reach of cover as much as possible."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The party turns the corner and heads into the cave. It heads straight into the mountain, at a fairly steep incline. The entrance and the cave itself is massive, at least 20' wide and 20' tall. The cave doesn't seem to be worked at all, but merely a natural occurrence.\n\nAs the group moves further into the cave, it begins to get even hotter. The temperature must be nearing 150 degrees (F). Nearing 100' in, the glow from before gets brighter, and turning a corner the group sees a massive magma flow cutting across their path. There is a 20' wide chasm separating the group from progress. The magma seems to be flowing quite quickly, and is about 2' down from the cave floor.\n\nOff ahead, it seems the cave makes another turn, and is still heading downward."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\nStill pressed to the wall, Pelemaeus slowly advances down the hallway into the cave. Seeing the solid river of lava, he abruptly stops to examine his surroundings. The heat was bearable to Pelemaeus, although he knew that eventually it would overcome everything.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Listen: (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \n Search: (1d20+3)[ 14 ] \n Spot: (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \n \n\nPelemaeus will then kneel down and meditate for five minutes to calm his inner core."
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n \"This river is very wide. But that much is obvious.\" Wilarmis rolls his eyes. \"I can dim-door us across the lava, but that'd be one-way.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": " \"Here, let me ferry everyone across.\" Marcus uses his boots again and lifts off of the ground, then extends his hand towards Wil. \"Comeon, I promise I won't drop you. You can save your door for if we need to make a hasty exit.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The group is easily flown over the lava by Marcus and his boots, and all things are right once more.\n\nAfter the party lands on the other side, there seems to be a continuation of what was before. The large cave continues downward, until after another quarter mile of walking the group makes a turn and sees two fire giants standing in front of a gigantic closed iron door. These giants don't seem like the rest however, as they are wearing glowing red hot armor, hold shields of the same, and hold large spears that are alight with flame. They notice the group's approach, and yell out something in Giant.\n\nFor those that can speak Giant\n \n Spoiler \n\nNon-worshippers are not allowed to see Malathanaxis. Be gone, or lose your heads!\n\nFor those that here the name, and succeed on a DC25 Knowl. Arcane roll\n \n Spoiler \n\nMalathanaxis is an adult or old red dragon that has been known to liken himself to a deity. No one has come back alive after seeing him that has said he is not.\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Let us pass. We are the new chiefs of this tribe. We have slain Ertoth, and his skeleton is my slave. Don't believe us? Look at the hammer the skeleton wields. Is it not the hammer he once held in life. We killed him, and if you don't let us through, well... "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " The giant on the right speaks up in well spoken common.\n\nMalathanaxis cares not for Ertoth, living or dead, current or future Chieftain. Only that his sacrifices are kept up. So unless you are here to worship at his immortal feet, be gone! "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n Malathanaxis... that's the name of some powerful dragon, is it not? I once read it in a book about dragons, who knows the title... he's one of those fancy stereotypical red dragons. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The fire giants seem to become irritated with the group, and appear to take defensive postures. It seems as though they will attack unless the group somehow calms them or turns around as they have demanded."
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n\nThe Harpist waves a reassuring gesture at the fire giants, telling them to settle down. \"I would not be too hasty with those weapons. Relationships between the great Malathanaxis and his humble subjects are tenuous as they are - if you kill us, the chiefs, then that will be it.\" \n \n Spoiler \n[ Bluff check 39 ]\nLets play a little on the degree of separation between dragon and giants.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The giant guards look at each other, with suspicion on their faces. One of them, after seeing the truth of the matter, seems to be ready to grant the group passage. The other however, narrows his eyes a bit.\n\n I have not been warned of visitors today, and I would have if Malathanaxis's disciples were to be dropping by.\n\nWhat, exactly, is going on that warrants your draconic presence? "
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n\nEncouraged, he continues.\n \"It is a matter of great urgency and importance, or otherwise I would not have interrupted the Great Malathanaxis's time with our presence.\nIf you have not already heard, the members of the Gurr clan are planning a revolution against Malathanaxis. We must not let this plan come to fruition, lest it threaten his tributes.\nIf you feel it is appropriate, I will be glad to pass the duty of relaying this information onto you.\" \n \n Spoiler \nTake 10 if I possibly can. Total result of the answer to the life, the universe and everything. (42)\nIf I can't... [ Bluff check 38 ]\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " DM \n\nThe giant on the left looks suspiciously at the Harpist and then at the rest of the group. He does however, nod to his counterpart who enthusiastically opens the door in front of him and heads down the hall to who knows where. The suspicious giant then closes the door.\n\n *I thank you for your support. This is now an internal matter. Feel free to leave anytime you like if that would be soon. You can worship at any of the other altars.* \n\nHe then assumes his guard defensive stance, and seems to expect the group to leave."
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n We best not raise suspicions further, unless you want to kill this remaining giant and shove ourselves on the dragon's black list. Lets go. \n \"I thank you for your time and patience, honored one.\" \nThe Harpist bows honorably, and begins to walk away, hoping that the rest of the group will follow."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": "Elzaon nods to the giants and bows, before following Harper."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\n\" Thank you for your time. We apologize if we have wasted any of it. \" He then nods to the remaining giant and follows the others."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The group heads back down the cave, back in the direction they came from. In that direction, of course, is the lava river that needs crossing back the other way.\n\nMarcus, who flew the group across last time, seems lost in thought as he silently follows the group, useless for the time being as he seems totally distracted."
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": "It's the forces that be. Marcus' Puppeteer is not here at the moment.\n\n Wilarmis \n \"Get together, people,\" says Wilarmis. Once everybody congregates, Wil casts Dimension Door to cross the lava river."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The group easily sidesteps the river of lava, and comes back out into the small ravine that houses the fire giant tribe. As they walk out of the easternmost cave, they notice a few fire giant women rummaging through some tents. As they see the group, they stop what they are doing and run as fast as they can into the southern most cave.\n\nOther than that distraction, the camp seems as it was left just a few minutes prior."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\n\" Well, we might as well find a way to camp... Wil, do you require some rope to cast Rope Trick? If I remember correctly, that spell has saved us more than a few times in the past. \""
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " I suggest we rest soon. I've used up my best spells, and Wil has cast some of his as well. We could have the Ertoth Skeleton watch camp while we rest, or we could take shifts. "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Wil \n We should definitely rest soon. I have a neat spell rope trick that will let us hide on a completely separate plane...but we can't bring in any other extradimensional spaces. \n Or we can hoof it out of here and rest outside the valley. I don't believe I have any teleportations memorized. \n\nWil then pauses a moment, thinking and seeming to go through an internal inventory of sorts.\n\n Nope, certainly don't. So which will it be gents? "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " I'm extra-dimensional space free. I seem to recall Pel having a Handy Haversack or somthing though. Perhaps we could hide it while we're gone? "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n \"Speaking of extra-dimensional spaces, I seem to have one on my back right now.\" Remembering that he has something to write in, Wilarmis removes his handy haversack and starts digging through it. Moments later, he stands back up, with a journal of sorts and an inkpen in hand. Wilarmis flips through the journal, until he finds a page he's looking for. He adds to what he has written so far:\n Rope \nWilarmis then underlines it twice, snaps the book closed, and drops it back in the handy haversack among with his inkpen. \"Now I'll need a rope.\" "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\nPelemaeus hands his rope to Wil."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "DM\n\nPel hands Wil some rope, and the group heads back into the cave mouth to setup their odd resting place. The various other packs and holdings that go to other realms were hidden among the rocks, and were invisible to any naked eye.\n\n10 hours pass while in this hole in space, and the group watched as a few giants came in and out of the cave, mostly giant women. One of the giant guards eventually came out, heading very purposefully to the northern most cave.\n\nAfter this time is spent, the group is well rested and re-studied as the spell is cancelled and they stand on the cave mouth to Malathanaxis yet again."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\n\" That giant looked like he was going to that northern cave with a purpose... we could either go for him and see what it was about, or we can go check on the Mala-whatshisname dragon again. Whaddya guys think? \""
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n\nHarpist speaks in a hushed voice, not willing to have it echo through these caves and reveal their presence.\n \"I would not recommend going back. We have no further reason to visit the dragon, and we might be either wearing her patience thin, or we'd put ourselves in danger if the truth is revealed.\nWe should assess the situation, and then do what we came here to do, with the opportunity we have.\" "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n\nWilarmis outs down his spellbook. \"Yes, yes, of course. I prepared a teleportation today, expecting ourselves to continue with the given mission and get out of here. Malthinzis— er, Martanhaxis— ... that dragon whose name I cannot pronounce properly is of no use to us concurrently, though we may wish to return at a later time and slay him for his treasure.\" \n\n[[ Spells will be prepared after lunch. ]]"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "As the group debates their next move just inside the cave to Malathanaxis, they witness a female giant and a man-size child walk out of the south cave, notice the group, then immediately turn around in alarm. Everyone notices that the child did not quite look normal, but from this distance you can't put your finger on it."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Let's go after them. \n\nElzaon nods to the Ertoth skeleton, and it looks ready to move at a moment's notice."
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n \"Agreed,\" says Wilarmis, who will set out towards the cave if anyone else does."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The group, deciding on a course of action, trots off after the pair of giants towards the south cave.\n\nUpon approaching it's entrance, the group notices the fact that this cave smells certainly of food, and other smells as well (that aren't so nice). The entrance is fairly small, but even without entering the group sees that it immediately opens up into a large hall. You cannot get an accurate count of what is in there, but you definitely notice 3 giants, regular size and male, arguing and rushing towards you."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "All three seem to be wielding great clubs. They advance on the group very quickly, apparently in a very big rush.\n\nThe one in the lead speaks up, in a very rough but hurried tone.\n\n \"Leave! Now! We don't want you here. If you decide to stay we will CLUB you out!\" \n\n With the proclamation, all three beat their giant clubs into their giant hands, in anticipation of an answer."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\n\" Club us out? We fought your petty chieftain to death and raised him back again. We fought a bunch of your tribes and slaves. We're still alive. They're not. Now lets try to be friendly. Help us, and we'll leave you to your business. \"\n\nHis hand slowly moves to his sword, ready to draw it at a moment's notice."
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n \"Yes, yes, It would be foolish to challenge us...\" mumbles Wilarmis, putting a vague look on his face."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": " Well what in the abyss do you want?! Hurry, or good slaves you'll make! \n\nThere is an obvious leader here, as he is the only one who speaks. The other two seemingly just follow the direction he is headed. Also, you do notice at this point multiple women and a couple children trying to peer in and see what's going on. None of the children is the same one you saw prior."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " I wonder how much life force each of you is worth compared to Ertoth. Maybe I could get two of you with one spell...Or I could simply order my slave here to rip you apart. The Reaper is not picky as to who enters his domain, or what condition they are in...Yes, I do believe that's a good plan, unless you choose to cooperate.\n\nWhat do we want? The specifics are a bit sketchy, depending on how many of you want to walk out of here with your lives, but it basically boils down to we need a few of your tribe. The chief's daughter, who rumor tells is pregnant, and a child, who looks somewhat different from the rest of you. Give us those two, or three if you count the unborne child as one, and we will be on our merry way, never to bother you again. Choose to resist, well... \n\nHe stops talking but turns his head to gaze at the Ertoth skeleton."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The giants all look together after that fortune telling of horror, and look somewhat troubled. Pel however coughs on his dry throat right at the end, and destroys the entire effect. The giants look at the group, and then each other again, and then decide to charge.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe giants come flying at the group, essentially 2 wide with one in the back (who won't actually be able to charge). One charges Pel and the other charges El.\n\nInitiative please 😁\n\nGiant attacks\n \n Spoiler \n\n attack - (1d20+22)[ 28 ] Against Pel\n attack - (1d20+22)[ 37 ] Against El\n\n dmg pel - (3d6+15)[ 29 ] \n dmg el - (3d6+15)[ 23 ] \n\nThis is against flat footed AC (surprise round)\n \n\n "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n Initiative - (1d20+5)[ 21 ] \n\nThe vagueness on Wilarmis's face remains undisturbed, but he seems to have shifted into a more favorable fighting position."
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n Hp 78/78, AC 23, Init 14 \n\nOh well, too late to do anything about it, now.\n \"It appears, then, that you have sealed your own fate with your foolishness.\" \nHarpist takes out his harp, and holds it, quite ready to start blasting the giants up with his deadly melodies.\n\n \n Spoiler \nReadied action: As soon as one the giants attempt another attack, Sickening Chain on all three of them, targeting the leader as primary target.\nChain #1: Touch attack 17; 29 damage.\nChain #2: Touch attack 27; 14 damage.\nChain #3: Touch attack 26; 14 damage.\nDC 21 Fort save for each target or be sickened for 1 minute.\nRolls made here And this time, I actually read the full description of Eldritch Chain. Apparently, each additional target only takes half the damage of the first target. So ignore those second and third damage rolls. \nMind you, Harpist is careful not to make his playing too loud. No need to attract the attention of the dragon to him, after all.\n "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n Initiative: (1d20+12)[ 30 ] \n\nPelemaeus brings the sword up immediately, smoothly dodging the oncoming assault.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDo I get an AoO since his straight line charge went past me? I've got Uncanny Dodge, so I retain my 35 AC at the moment.\n "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus -Round 1 \n Hp 98/98, AC 35, Init 30 \n\nAfter smoothly avoiding the dodge, Pelemaeus swiftly changes form, as if those who would hit him would miss more often. He then backs up out of the Giant's range, then hurls black iridescent strands of shadow at the nearest giant, attempting to strangle it.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUsing a swift action to switch into Pearl of Black Doubt, using my move action to back up somewhere, then using Shadow Garrote to attempt a ranged touch attack for (1d20+20)[ 37 ] to hit for (5d6)[ 23 ] damage. If it fails a DC 16 Fortitude Save, then it becomes flat footed until the start of it's next turn.\n "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " (1d20+9)[ 24 ] Init.\n\nElzaon sighs.\n\n Guess we're going to have to kill you. \n\nHe says it like it's almost a chore.\n\nHe readies himself for combat. He takes a 5-foot step back and casts Summon Monster VII, summoning a Bone Devil.\n\n Attack! \n\nErtoth's Skeleton moves and attacks the nearest Giant with his club.\n\nAttack\n (1d20+17)[ 30 ] \nDamage\n (3d6+17)[ 21 ] \n\n(I can't remember if I have to wait a turn after summoning a creature for it to attack. If so, ignore the rest of my post)\n\nThe Bone Devil moves and attacks the nearest giant as well.\n\nAttack\n (1d20+14)[ 19 ] \nDamage\n (1d8+5)[ 11 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n Initiative: 21\nHit Points: 52/52\nAC: 21, Touch 18, FF 16\nSaves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +9, Will +8 \n \"Hello. My name is The Wizard,\" says Wilarmis, greeting the giants vaguely. He casts Slow ."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "After the giants charge, the group reacts faster than lightning. Pel neatly dodges a giant club and tumbles behind everyone, comes up and unleashes a shadowy hell upon the \"leader giant\". He chokes hard, but stands his ground.\nWil the Wizard then stands his ground confidently, incants words of magic, and immediately the world slows down for these 3 poor giants, as they seem to begin to react, and even talk, half as fast as normal. The skeleton Ertoth takes a piece out of the front runner, and some ribs of his are knocked out in return. The harpist, using his infernal powers, hits all three with a sickly green colored energy. It almost chokes them, but they stave it off. Finally, one giant steps up and makes an errant swing at the Harpist, while the third in line tries to slowly move up.\n\n\n\nFor Me:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLeader Giant: -45, Slowed\nGiant 1: Slowed\nGiant 2: Slowed\n \n\n\n\nRolls\n \n Spoiler \n\nRolling for entire group as one save when possible\n group will save - (1d20+9)[ 13 ] \n group fort save - (1d20+14)[ 23 ] \n leader fort save - (1d20+14)[ 30 ] \n giant1 attack 1 - (1d20+20)[ 21 ] Against Ertoth Skeleton\n giant1 attack 2 - (1d20+15)[ 23 ] \n giant1 attack 3 - (1d20+10)[ 13 ] \n giant2 attack 1 - (1d20+20)[ 26 ] Against Harpist\n giant2 attack 2 - (1d20+15)[ 17 ] \n giant2 attack 3 - (1d20+10)[ 28 ] \n giant3 attack1 - (1d20+20)[ 34 ] Against Wil\n "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n Initiative: 21\nHit Points: 52/52\nAC: 21, Touch 18, FF 16\nSaves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +9, Will +8 \n \"Hello,\" says Wilarmis more forcefully. The vagueness has gone a bit out of his face. \"I said my name was The Wizard. It would really be much more polite if you greeted me and told me your names too.\" Wilarmis stares at the giants with the most clueless and/or annoyed expression he could muster.\n\nWilarmis casts Haste on the party and moves backwards to a safer place."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus - Round 2 \n Hp 98/98, AC 35, Init 30 \n\n\" You guys really don't learn do you? After we took out your now skeletal leader, killed your bad mojo shaman troll, terrorized a bunch of slaves and took over your village for a night, you really ought to realize we're very single minded in our goal when it comes to us and our employers. \"\n\nHe then dashes towards the leader giant, lashing out. Thick black tendrils snake towards the giant's eyes, obscuring them somewhat. Lashing out with Supernal Clarity, he attempts to cut the giant to ribbons.\n\n \n Spoiler \nWill run towards the leader giant and use the Obscuring Shadow Veil maneuver. I make a single melee attack of (1d20+20)[ 36 ] to hit and deal normal melee damage of (1d6+3)[ 5 ] points of Piercing Damage. In addition to that, he takes (5d6)[ 14 ] points of damage and must make a DC 17 Fortitude Save or suffer a miss chance [50%] on all melee and ranged attack rolls for one round.\n "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nCritical Threat Roll to hit Leader Giant: (1d20+20)[ 26 ] \nIf I hit, I deal 10 Damage instead of 5 with the rapier.\n "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": "The Ertoth Skeleton turns its attention away from the leader and attacks on of the ones behind it.\n\n (1d20+17)[ 26 ] \n (1d20+12)[ 27 ] \n (3d6+17)[ 23 ] \n (3d6+17)[ 28 ] \n\n\nThe Bone Devil moves towards the other giant not the leader, and radiates his fear aura (5-foor radius, Will Save 17 or Fear ) He then full attacks the giant.\n\nBite (1d20+14)[ 30 ] (1d8+5)[ 6 ] \n2 Claws (1d20+12)[ 22 ] (1d20+12)[ 28 ] (1d4+2)[ 5 ] (1d4+2)[ 4 ] \nSting (1d20+12)[ 28 ] (3d4+2)[ 8 ] (If hits, roll Fort Save, DC 20.)\n\nElzaon smiles at the carnage his creatures bring. He casts Hypothermia at the giant the Bone Devil is attacking.\n\n (10d6)[ 42 ] and becomes fatigued.\n\nFort. Save 21 halves damage and negate fatigue."
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n Hp 59/77, AC 24 (post- haste ), Init 14 \n\nUsing his power and heritage to avoid being clobbered into the earth by the attack, Harpist spits and then attempts to concentrate on his next attack.\n\n \n Spoiler \nMaximized Sickening Cone.\n[ Concentration check 11 (Fail)], get a free AoO on him.\nIf Harpist passes the concentration check on that, Giants take 48 damage (Ref DC 24 half), and must make a DC 21 Fort save or be sickened for 1 minute.\nI doubt it, though.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "Again, quicker than the giants can ever hope to react, the party o' death springs into action. Pel darts forward and literally rips a hole into the leader, digging his rapier in deep and driving the shadows within to cover his eyes, which seemingly blind this towering giant. El's spell finally comes to completion, and his pets of Ertoth skeleton and a newly formed bone devil rip into the two flanking giants. El also calls on the power of cold to freeze in place one of these giants, and he very nearly succeeds as that giant seems to start to try and warm his hands, his extreme body heat no longer enough to keep him warm. Wil casts another spell, further exacerbating the speed difference of the party and the giants, and the Harpist merely stands in place, defiant.\n\nThe giants do try to attack back, each taking a swing at their closest assailants.\n\n leader giant - (1d20+20)[ 25 ] Attacking Pel\n dmg - (3d6+15)[ 29 ] \n leader giant - (1d20+20)[ 28 ] Attacking Ertoth (Actually giant 1)\n dmg - (3d6+15)[ 20 ] \n leader giant - (1d20+20)[ 39 ] Attacking Bone Devil (ACtually giant 2)\n dmg - (3d6+15)[ 22 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n Initiative: 21\nHit Points: 52/52\nAC: 22, Touch 19, FF 16\nSaves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +10, Will +8 \n \"Hello!?\" shouts Wilarmis, the vagueness on his face replaced by complete annoyance (fake annoyance, of course.) He points to the giants in general. \"You're being insanely rude right now! So die!\" \n\nWilarmis casts Greater Invisibility on Pelemaeus.\n\n \"I meant die in an indirect way, but you get the point.\" \n\nWilarmis draws his longbow."
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": "The newly hasted Ertoth Skeleton full attacks the giant he's been attacking.\n\n (1d20+18)[ 34 ] \n (1d20+18)[ 32 ] \n[roll]1d20+13[/rol]\n\n (3d6+17)[ 22 ] \n (3d6+17)[ 33 ] \n (3d6+17)[ 31 ] \n\nThe Bone Devil (Not hastened) continues attacking against his foe.\n\nBite (1d20+14)[ 29 ] (1d8+5)[ 7 ] \n2 Claws (1d20+12)[ 32 ] (1d20+12)[ 23 ] (1d4+2)[ 5 ] (1d4+2)[ 6 ] \nSting (1d20+12)[ 20 ] (3d4+2)[ 8 ] (Fort Save 20)\n\nElzaon (Hastened) draws his bow. Smirking, he attacks the leader giant with an arrow.\n\n (1d20+24)[ 29 ] (1d8+4)[ 9 ] "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\nAfter hearing Wil's trademark line, Pelemaeus instantly felt the urge to wait for something... moment's later he knew why. Suddenly, Pelemaeus rippled and vanished from view. A hailstorm of cuts began to appear as if from nowhere. The relentless flurry continued on...\n\n \n Spoiler \nSwitching to the Assassin's Stance. Using Avalanche of Blades.\n\n (1d20+20)[ 33 ] to Hit + (3d6+6)[ 19 ] (Weapon + Insightful + Snk. Attk.)\n (1d20+16)[ 30 ] to Hit + (3d6+6)[ 15 ] (Weapon + Insightful + Snk. Attk.)\n (1d20+12)[ 25 ] to Hit + (3d6+6)[ 16 ] (Weapon + Insightful + Snk. Attk.)\n (1d20+8)[ 12 ] to Hit + (3d6+6)[ 18 ] (Weapon + Insightful + Snk. Attk.)\n (1d20+4)[ 15 ] to Hit + (3d6+6)[ 22 ] (Weapon + Insightful + Snk. Attk.)\n (1d20+0)[ 11 ] to Hit + (3d6+6)[ 20 ] (Weapon + Insightful + Snk. Attk.)\n (1d20-4)[ 11 ] to Hit + (3d6+6)[ 17 ] (Weapon + Insightful + Snk. Attk.)\n\nEdit: All against Flat Footed AC. Tell me if you need more rolls.\n "
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n Hp 78/78, AC 23, Init 14 \n\nThe Harpist, not exactly liking the danger that he is in, steps back and tries something just a bit more normal this time, while harboring a secret wish that he wasn't continuously fighting stuff four times his size.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSickening Cone, regular. Harpist doesn't know where Pel is so he can strategically position this blast, so here's hoping that guy has Evasion and a wicked reflex mod. 😳\n[ Concentration check 20 - Pass]\n[ 24 damage ], Reflex DC 24 for half, plus sickening effect as above.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The giants feebly try to get out of the way, but the next few seconds would just about be their last. The Ertoth skeleton and the Bone Devil flay their victims, ripping flesh from bone and even some beard along with it, while Pel has his own dance of death that no one can see. After all that, the Harpist finally comes through and makes the place glow a sickly purple color, the after effect of a huge blast of eldritch energy taking everything out that it touches.\n\nThe leader and one on the side fall down with a a large *thud*, while the third stands motionless and dazed from the pain. At that point, the odd looking giant child comes running from the back, with a female right behind. He wields a large great sword, has a very fine chain shirt on, and looks quite angered at the group. From this vantage point, you can clearly see the visible signs: sharp fangs, pseudo scaly skin, claws, and when he gets up close you can even see a pair of folded bat wings behind him, almost invisible.\n\nHe may seem to be a child, but as a fire giant child he still stands a full 2' above the rest of the party.\n\n *What have you done?! You all shall pay for this, and pay for this dearly!* "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n HP: 98/98, AC 35, Init 30, Greater Invisibility \n\nStill completely invisible, the shadowy blur advances upon the new arrival. Dealing one swift strike, Pelemaeus stabs upward with all his might.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOkay, I'll use Death in the Dark now. So it's a melee attack against the giant's Flat Footed AC.\n\n (1d20+20)[ 26 ] to Hit for (3d6+3)[ 11 ] Damage\nHe must make a DC 20 Fortitude Save or else take 15d6 Damage. If he makes his save, he takes 5d6 damage instead.\n\n (15d6)[ 1 ][ 4 ][ 3 ][ 3 ][ 3 ][ 3 ][ 5 ][ 4 ][ 5 ][ 3 ][ 5 ][ 4 ][ 1 ][ 2 ][ 1 ](47) \n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "As Pel steps up to the half-giant, half-dragon, knowing full well he is invisible, the monstrosity in front of him somehow senses his movement and apparently is able to take advantage of Pel's movement. He steps just to the left and takes a mighty blow, aimed at Pel's head. He misses the head, but takes a good crack out of Pel's shoulder as the giant blade he wields glows a dark purple at the moment of impact.\n\n\nAoO\n \n Spoiler \n\n aoo - (1d20+25)[ 38 ] \n dmg - (3d6+20)[ 28 ] as well as energy - (2d6)[ 4 ] \n \n\n\nInfo\n \n Spoiler \n\nRest of the groups actions is needed, and then I'll insert the newcomer for this next round\n "
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n Initiative: 21\nHit Points: 52/52\nAC: 22, Touch 19, FF 16\nSaves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +10, Will +8 \n\nWilarmis absentmindedly throws a Web at the dragon-giant (Reflex DC 21) while studying his new opponent."
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The web engulfs the older giant, the dragon-giant, and Pel in it's gigantic 40' burst. It also seals off the rest of the cave from immediate access.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n giant reflex - (1d20+9)[ 23 ] \n dragon-giant - (1d20+8)[ 13 ] \n\nPel needs to make a roll as well.\n "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d20+19)[ 29 ] \nI believe the save is almost guaranteed... :D\n "
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n Hp 59/78, AC 23, Init 14 \n\nHarpist calmly walks up to one of the fire giants that fell over (preferably the one that had hurt him earlier), and checks to see if it is truly dead.\nIf it is, then he will play a short dirge on his harp, a wrenchingly sad tune that attempts to enchain the life force of the giant to its own body without the soul.\nIf it isn't, then he'll play a different tune on the harp, a more destructive tune.\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf the fire giant is dead, invoke The Dead Walk , raising it as a skeleton. The skeleton will last for 13 minutes since he didn't use any material components.\nIf the fire giant is still alive, invoke Sickening Chain on it to also hit the half-dragon if it's close enough.\n\n[ Eldritch Blast: To hit 19 & 16 touch; 32 damage to 'dead' giant, 16 damage to half-dragon. ]\nPlus the usual DC 21 fort save or be sickened.\n "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": "The Bone Devil and Ertoth's skeleton move next to Elzaon, who full attacks the dragon-giant with his bow. Due to him being hasted, it's a very formidable volley.\n\n (1d20+24)[ 41 ] \n (1d20+24)[ 25 ] \n (1d20+19)[ 32 ] \n (1d20+14)[ 34 ] \n (1d8+4)[ 11 ] \n (1d8+4)[ 7 ] \n (1d8+4)[ 7 ] \n (1d8+4)[ 6 ] "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The web fills part of the corridor and most of the area beyond, sticking this red scaled fire giant where he is. The other giant, the latecomer, receives arrows to the face as a thank you for not getting involved earlier, and ends up eating web, getting stuck in it as he falls over, seemingly dead.\n\nThe child giant then seems to have had enough, as he goes into a murderous rage, his face becoming a mask of pure hatred and determination, with smoke actually coming out of his nose.\n\n Why have you done this? What have you to do with US? As he says these words, he lets loose a fiery breath that engulfs everything that is in front of it in a giant cone, including the web.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe half-giant breathes a cone of fire 30' out, essentially eliminating the front side web.\n\nThe new giant skeleton, the harpist, and Pel need reflex saves.\n\n fire breathe - (6d8)[ 25 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": "Elzaon's face is a mask of stone cold determination and logic.\n\n Listen kid. You have no hope of beating us. That's not me trying to break you down, or build myself up. It's the truth. We're adventurers, and good ones at that. I'm a powerful cleric of Nerull, and my friends are powerful wizards, bards, and fighters. Together, we're pretty tough to beat. I'd wager we've killed more creatures than years you've been alive.\n\nNow, you can ignore what I'm saying, or you can listen up. We've killed some of your tribe members, including your chief. He's next to me, the skeleton in case you haven't noticed. But don't worry. While my companions might be a bit more bloodthirsty than I am, we all have the same goal. You aren't our target, at least, I don't think so. You're too old. Our mission is to bring back a pregnant woman of your tribe to our employer. Alive. We'll leave you and your tribe alone, and if you supply us with the diamonds or gold neccessary, I'll even ressurect one or two of the giants we've killed.\n\nSo you have a choice to make. Surrender, and allow us to take the woman with us, and we will leave you alone, and won't harm any more of you. As I said, we'll even ressurect a few of those we killed and I'll personally heal any of your wounded. Or, you can keep fighting, and we will kill you, and every one of your tribe that gets in our way. And while the one we seek will return to our employer alive, I can't guarantee she's arive unharmed. \n\nThe members of the party may realize that his normal demeanor is gone, having been replaced by his \"demon\" persona."
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n\nWilarmis processes what Elzaon has just said. Thoughts rage through his mind. His brain works at its highest capacity to think of a follow-up. Slowly, words form on his lips:\n\n \"Yeah, what he said.\" \n\nSo much for all that suspense. 😛\n\n[Actions will come later if necessary.]"
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "With a fury the complete opposite of the dark elf's cool demeanor, the \"child\" shouts back.\n\n*That may be true, whoever you are. You may slay all those here, or even me, but you will not slay my Father, and you will not have either of the two pregnant in this tribe. Especially not my mother!*\n\nHe then flies into an impotent fury, swiping at what is left of the web around him. He does not aim for anyone, although Pel is standing right there. After that, he assumes what must be a defensive position for him."
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n Initiative: 21\nHit Points: 52/52\nAC: 22, Touch 19, FF 16\nSaves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +10, Will +8 \n\nStill using his fake slow-thought and vague face, Wilarmis puts a Telepathic Bond over the party. He tumbles the dragon-giant's words around in his mind for a while, building up his rage and cold hated before spitting the phrase: \"Ugh. Lagumeplanthey Nekaltha'las Uraginemos'il Blasparemi . I just hate that!\" Vagueness broken and slow-thought gone, Wilarmis gets angry just at the remark of the kid's devotion to his parents. \"My parents were killed by the dragons who they thought were protecting them. I trust not many, especially not a freakin' DRAGON !\" \n Stupid kid! I hate kids! Do everything you can to lower his defenses, and he shall feel the power of my Enervation ! \n\nWilarmis twitches angrily."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nReflex again: (1d20+19)[ 37 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": "Ertoth's skeleton and the Bone Devil move into position to attack the child and attack him.\n\n (1d20+18)[ 20 ] \n (3d6+17)[ 26 ] \n\nBite (1d20+14)[ 29 ] \n (1d8+5)[ 11 ] \n\nElzaon full attacks with his bow again, raining a volley down upon the child.\n\n (1d20+24)[ 43 ] \n (1d20+24)[ 33 ] \n (1d20+19)[ 32 ] \n (1d20+14)[ 27 ] \n (1d8+4)[ 7 ] \n (1d8+4)[ 6 ] \n (1d8+4)[ 11 ] \n (1d8+4)[ 11 ] "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\nPelemaeus strikes yet again from the shadows, this time aided by the giant skeletons.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'll use Shadow Noose. Make a ranged touch attack against the flat footed opponent so... (1d20+19)[ 21 ] to hit. If and when it hits, it deals (8d6)[ 19 ] damage and if the half-dragon giant fails a DC 19 Fort Save, it's stunned for a round. Successful save negates stun, but not damage. Oh and if I get Sneak Attack for that, (2d6)[ 8 ] .\n "
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": " Harpist \n Hp 34/78, AC 23, Init 14 (Skelly: Hp 72/87, AC 18, Init 14) \n\nRecoiling from the firey blast that burnt him and his new pet, Harpist grits his teeth.\n \"For your insolence, boy , we should let you live so that you will see your tribe decimated, your father slaughtered, and your mother whisked away to never bee seen again.\" \n\nThe fire giant skeleton that he raised charges at the half-dragon (if there's enough space available to have him) and uses its greatsword against what used to be its own brethren.\nHarpist accommodates this with a chord from his harp, one most deadly.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSkelly charges with greatsword at the half-dragon.\nHarpist uses a Sickening Blast at the half-dragon.\n\n[ Skelly: to hit 20, 28 damage.\nEldritch Blast: 16 touch to hit (Better make that 12 when counting melee interruption) , 25 damage ]\nPlus the DC 21 fort save of be sickened for 1 minute.\n "
},
{
"author": "Bronz",
"message": "The Half-Dragon, Half-Giant \"boy\" gets clubbed by the former Chieftain, as well as bitten by the bone devil. As he easily shakes these off, a rain of arrows flows from El's bow, whistling in the air as they dig into his chest. Roaring from pain and rage, the boy seems to easily dodge Pel's attempt at his strangulation, easily \"seeing\" him though he is invisible. The Harpist then tries to pelt the boy with eldritch energy, just barely missing wide. The new giant skeleton attempts to join the fray, but is limited by space. It still attempts to clambor over the Ertoth skeleton, trying to get to its prey.\n\nThe half-giant then roars again. \"Enough of this! I, Sisilax, will have your heads before my father can do anything about it! RAWWWWWWRRRRRR!\" \n\nHe then turns to the bone devil, and attempts to cleave it in two.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nSorry for the extended wait on update. Finding a time when I can post to coincide with the servers behaving has been hard lately.\n\nThe boy giant is attacking the bone-devil with his huge greatsword.\n attack1 - (1d20+26)[ 37 ] \n attack1 - (1d20+21)[ 33 ] \n attack1 - (1d20+16)[ 20 ] \n dmg1 - (3d6+24)[ 41 ] \n dmg2 - (3d6+24)[ 36 ] \n dmg3 - (3d6+24)[ 34 ] \n\nNew round of actions.\n "
},
{
"author": "Raistlin1040",
"message": " Accept your death! \n\nElzaon shoots four more arrows at the child.\n\n (1d20+24)[ 34 ] \n (1d20+24)[ 27 ] \n (1d20+19)[ 32 ] \n (1d20+14)[ 34 ] \n (1d8+4)[ 6 ] \n (1d8+4)[ 6 ] \n (1d8+4)[ 6 ] \n (1d8+4)[ 5 ] \n\nInto ass-kicking position, Ertoth and the Bone Devil full-attack as well.\n\n (1d20+18)[ 38 ] \n (1d20+18)[ 31 ] \n (1d20+13)[ 20 ] \n (3d6+17)[ 29 ] \n (3d6+17)[ 26 ] \n (3d6+17)[ 29 ] \n\nBite (1d20+14)[ 23 ] (1d8+5)[ 11 ] \n2 Claws (1d20+12)[ 27 ] (1d20+12)[ 19 ] (1d4+2)[ 6 ] (1d4+2)[ 6 ] \nSting (1d20+12)[ 32 ] (3d4+2)[ 11 ] (Fort Save 20)"
},
{
"author": "Bitzeralisis",
"message": " Wilarmis \n Initiative: 21\nHit Points: 52/52\nAC: 22, Touch 19, FF 16\nSaves: Fortitude +4, Reflex +10, Will +8 \n\nWilarmis, now completely out of ideas, just draws his Wand of Magic Missile and fires some unerringly accurate bolts of force for pure, raw damage.\n\n Damage - (5d4+5)[ 16 ] "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Pelemaeus \n\nUtterly stumped, he just attacks.\n\n \n Spoiler \nFull attacking.\n\n (1d20+20)[ 31 ] \n (1d20+15)[ 34 ] \n (1d6+3)[ 6 ] \n (1d6+3)[ 4 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "The_Chilli_God",
"message": "[OOC]I forgot. Nobody reminded me. Gah! >.<[/OOC]\n\n Harpist \n Hp 34/78, AC 23, Init 14 (Skelly: Hp 72/87, AC 18, Init 14) \n\nAs the skeleton that Harpist created mindlessly focuses on crushing its designated enemy, Harpist attempts once again to play that one perfect chord of death.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSickening blast again.\n[ 32 to hit (28 counting melee), 28 damage ]\nPlus DC 21 fort save or sickened for 1 minute.\nSkelly will attempt a five foot step if necessary and able, and a full attack with its greatsword.\n[ Attack 1: 20 to hit, 27 damage.\nAttack 2: 17 to hit, 30 damage. ]\n "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 29: Zaknefien vs. Gildean \n Map: \n Spoiler \n \n\nExtra notes: Houses are on average 20 feet high (just use that average figure all over the house), hay piles are up to 10 feet high against the walls. And, I don't care whether you're immune to sanctuary effects, you are not immune to the arena's sanctuary effect. Creatures summoned during the 1st round are also affected by the sanctuary effect.\n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Deathslayer7 - Zaknefien \n Rodgin - Gildean \n All Combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Deathslayer7",
"message": "Zak here\n\n (1d20+3)[ 6 ] "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": " High Ref Morbius \n\nFor the records I just messaged Rodgin about this match"
},
{
"author": "Rodgin",
"message": "(Sorry about the hold up, had some internet issues. I'm in now.)\n\n (1d20+2)[ 7 ] \n\nNo purchases"
},
{
"author": "Rodgin",
"message": "Sorry mate, first one and busy weekend. Here we go.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Starting in X11, more to Y16. Cast Caul of Shadows for +1 AC\n \n\n\nVital Stats\n \n Spoiler \n\nHP: 7\nAC: 12\nLongspear: +1, 1d8+1, Reach\nDaggers: +1/+2, 1d4+1, 10ft range increment\n "
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " High Ref Paladin Latham \n\nDue to inactivity Zaknefien is disqualified.\n\n Gildean is declared the winner and recieves 300xp and 300gp. "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 30: Daluth vs. Psychodelia \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 600 XP\n GP Award: 600 GP\n\n All combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "initiative (1d20-3)[ 6 ] \n\ngood luck"
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": "Man alive...didn't see this one either...\n\n\n Initiative - (1d20+3)[ 18 ] \n\nStill need to buy stuff."
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Daluth - Round 1 \n\nStarting in B10 with a scroll in hand, I'll cast the scroll in hand, then move to C5 and draw a potion while moving.\n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nCasting Bull's Strength\n CLC - (1d20+1)[ 20 ] vs DC 4\n\nIf Fails:\n Will - (1d20+2)[ 18 ] \n \n\n\nEnd my Turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation - C5\nHP: 20/20\nAC: 18 Touch: 13 FF: 15\nBull Strength - (1/30)\n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "ehm, no offence but... what ever spell you just casted, it failed. Your sheet has three scrolls on them yet none of the two spells in question are on the spell list of the duskblade. That pretty much means that unless you got ranks in UMD, there is no way you can use them other then cleaning your sword with them."
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": "They are both on the spell list of the Duskblade.\n\nCheck page 24 of the PHBII.\n\nAnd no offense taken 😉"
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "*feels realy stupid now*\nI looked at the spells list under the spells chapter, but they only listed the spells for duskblade that are new 😳 My appologies...\n\nright... I think I'ld better just start posting actions now before I make an even bigger fool of myself 😏\n\nstart game with potion in one hand and tower shield in the other\nstandard action: drink potion\nfree action drop vial\nmove to unknown since I break LoS at X9. You do not see me reappear north of the bridge.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nmove to T8 and draw guisarme during move\n \n\n\nstats: \n Spoiler \nAC:22\nHP:10\nPP:19\nsaves: 2/3/2\nlocation: T8\nedit: effects on Psychodelia: Bull Strength 1/30\n \n\n\nend of my turn"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Daluth\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n \n\n\nPsychodelia\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n \n\n\nDaluth is up."
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": "No worries...I figured that's what you did 😉\n Daluth - Round 2 \n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nDrink the Potion of Shield of Faith +2,\nSwift Action: Cast Expeditious Retreat, Swift\nMove Action: Move to K2 drawing my longbow as I move.\n \n\n\nEnd my Turn...Probably need an LoS check.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation - K2\nHP: 20/20\nAC: 20 Touch: 15 FF: 17\nBull Strength - (2/30)\nShield of Faith - (1/10)\nIn Hand: Longbow\nSpells Used: Level 0 - (0/4)\n Level 1 - (1/3)\nManuevers Used: (0/3)\n "
},
{
"author": "Mavian",
"message": "High Ref Mav:\n\n@Daluth\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo LoS\n \n\n\n@Psycho\n \n Spoiler \n\nNo Los\n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nmove action: draw flail\nstandard action: use metaphysical weapon power on my flail\n5 foot step into S9\n \n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAC:22\nHP:10\nPP:19\nsaves: 2/3/2\nlocation: S9\neffects on Psychodelia: Bull Strength 2/30,\neffects on weapons: metaphysical weapon on flail 1/20\n \n\n\nyour turn, and perhaps another LoS?"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "LoS is established with Daluth in K2 and Psychodelia in S9.\n\nDaluth is up"
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Daluth - Round 3 \n\nAttack with my Longbow.\n\n Attack - (1d20+5)[ 7 ] \n Damage - (1d8)[ 5 ] \n\nThen move L2 (2 move)--> N2 (2 move) --> M3 (1)--> O3(1)\n\nEnd my Turn.\n\nStats\n \n Spoiler \nLocation - O3\nHP: 20/20\nAC: 19 Touch: 15 FF: 16\nBull Strength - (3/30)\nShield of Faith - (2/10)\nIn Hand: Longbow\nSpells Used: Level 0 - (0/4)\nLevel 1 - (1/3)\nManuevers Used: (0/3)\n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "standard action, loose shield\nfree action, drop shield in R10 (this time, I will match exactly when I drop which item in which square)\nmove action into R11, draw guisarme while moving.\nfree action, drop flail in R12\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nAC:20\nHP:10\nPP:18\nsaves: 2/4/2\nlocation: R11\neffects on Psychodelia: Bull Strength 3/30,\neffects on weapons: metaphysical weapon on flail 2/20\n "
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Daluth - Round 4 \n\nMove to P8, drawing a scroll as I move.\nFree Action: Drop Longbow in P7\nStandard Action: Cast from the Scroll.\n\n@refs\n \n Spoiler \nCast True Strike.\nSwift Action: Activate Punishing Stance\n \n\n\nEnd my Turn\n\nStats\n \n Spoiler \nLocation - P8\nHP: 20/20\nAC: 18 Touch: 13 FF: 15\nBull Strength - (4/30)\nShield of Faith - (3/10)\nIn Hand:\nPunishing Stance\nScrolls Used: Bull's Strength, True Strike\nSpells Used: Level 0 - (0/4)\nLevel 1 - (1/3)\nManuevers Used: (0/3)\n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "@refs\n \n Spoiler \nready action: as soon as he steps within 5-ft of me, I take a move towards the bridge\n\nstats\nAC:20\nHP:10\nPP:18\nsaves: 2/4/2\nlocation: R11\neffects on Psychodelia: Bull Strength 3/30,\neffects on weapons: metaphysical weapon on flail 2/20\n \n\n\nend of turn."
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Daluth - Round 5 \n\nMove as follows starting in P8 --> P9 --> Q9 --> R10 and drawing my greatsword on the move.\n\nI believe this grants you an AoO somewhere between my move from Q9 to R10, so I'll let you take that before continuing."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Okay, why exactly did you take such an elaborate route? Why didn't you charge me right there?🤨\n\nAt any rate, I'm allowed to take the AoO at either P9 or Q9 so the heck with it. Lets see if the dies are favourable.\n\nattack: (1d20+7)[ 25 ] \ndamage: (1d10+9)[ 18 ] "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Pretty strong hit right there 😁 can you imagine if that thing had gone critical?\n\nAt any rate, when you move within the 5-ft distance by stepping into R10, you trigger my readied action to move out.\n\nR11->Q12->L12\njump DC 20: (1d20+10)[ 30 ] \n\nedit: hell, with that jump I could have just diagonally jumped the river instead...\n\ncontinue your turn please."
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": "I was ninja'd...so I need to redo my turn.\n\nDoes that give me an AoO?\n\n I didn't charge because my maneuvers are standard actions 😛\n \n Spoiler \n\n Daluth - Round 5 (cont) \n\nNow I'm in R10.\nSwift Action: Cast Blade of Blood.\nStandard Action: Attack with Saphire Nightmare Blade\n\n Concentration - (1d20+8)[ 9 ] vs DC - whatever your AC is. (I doubt your AC is 9)\n\n Attack - (1d20+26)[ 39 ] \n\nDamage:\n Slashing - (2d6+7)[ 16 ] + Punishing - (1d6)[ 4 ] + BoB - (1d6)[ 1 ] + SNB - (1d6)[ 4 ] \n\n(edit) So [21] Damage\nEnd my Turn.\n\nStats\n \n Spoiler \nLocation - R10\nHP: 2/20\nAC: 17 Touch: 13 FF: 14\nBull Strength - (5/30)\nShield of Faith - (4/10)\nIn Hand: Greatsword\nPunishing Stance\nScrolls Used: Bull's Strength, True Strike\nSpells Used: Level 0 - (0/4)\nLevel 1 - (2/3)\nManuevers Used: (1/3)\n \n\n \n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "ninja'd? Oh you mean the ready action? Well, the move to R10 stays but you can rewrite it from there.\n\nEdit: and no, for the sake of the rules, a readied action takes place just before the triggering action occurs. But this doesn't wipe the triggering action away.\n\nFor example, if I was a sniper (I believe you've been in that situation?) and readied an action to shoot you as soon as LoS was established, then you still would have to enter the LoS cause I could not shoot before you did. But since rules need a certain order of rewind, for the sake of initiative it was ruled that the readied action comes before the triggering action.\n\nSo yes, you move into the spot R10 but for the sake of rules you finnish your arrival after I have left R11 and thus that means no AoO."
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Daluth - Round 5 (cont) \n\nWell...since you jumped off...I still have 15ft of move left after getting to R10, so I'll move back to Q8.\n\nThere I will draw a potion.\n \n Spoiler \nSwift Action: Deactivate Punishing Stance\n \n\n\nEnd my Turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \n\nLocation - Q8\nHP: 2/20\nAC: 20 Touch: 15 FF: 17\nBull Strength - (5/30)\nShield of Faith - (4/10)\nIn Hand: Greatsword, Potion\nPunishing Stance\nScrolls Used: Bull's Strength, True Strike\nSpells Used: Level 0 - (0/4)\nLevel 1 - (1/3)\nManuevers Used: (0/3)\n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Sorry dude, but you had two types of scrolls on you and I highly doubted that you saved your bull strength for the last moment...\n\nAm I allowed a complete turn right now, or only a move action?"
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": "I believe it's your turn at the top of Round 6 now...but I'll get a ref in here to make sure...\n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Seribro \n Sorry dude, but you had two types of scrolls on you and I highly doubted that you saved your bull strength for the last moment...\n\nAm I allowed a complete turn right now, or only a move action? \n \n\nWhat?"
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Well there were a few matches in the past where I saw people take readied actions and then when the triggering players was done with his turn, the guy taking the readied action only was allowed a move. I never really understood why and just wanted to make sure this wasn't such a case.\nDon't really recall which matches that were either... None of mine as far as I remember.\n\nAny ways, if its my turn at the top of a new round, then I'll better get moving.\n\nfirst of, a new jump check to see if I make it back.\n (1d20+10)[ 16 ] vs DC 20"
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "I guess thats a no...\nreflex (1d20+3)[ 22 ] DC 15\nclimb (1d20+6)[ 14 ] DC 15\n\nEdit: Okay, this is just embarrassing... I fail the jump, manage to grab the edge, but cant pull my self up...\n\nfree action: let go of the edge and just plunge down with guisarme still in hand in M12\n\nSince I still have movement left, (climb checks are part of movement so I am just assuming that this whole failure is counted as a double move action) you see me disappear beneath the bridge.\n(Walking on the bottom of the river, counting each square as double movement, is that allowed by your knowing?)\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nWalking on the bottom of the river, counting each square as double movement.\nM12-> N11->N10\nstats\nAC:20\nHP:10\nPP:18\nsaves: 2/4/2\nlocation: N10, beneath the bridge, in the water\neffects on Psychodelia: Bull Strength 5/30,\neffects on weapons: metaphysical weapon on flail 4/20\n \n\n\nIf you agree, then I hereby end my turn"
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": " Ref Maurkov \n\nPsychodelia gets a full round of actions. It is was the top of round 6.\n\nHowever, missing the jump ended that move action*. Attempting the pull-up cost a move action. After dropping, she'd done.\n\nNow it's the bottom of round 6; Daluth's turn.\n\n\n*The SRD says that with a failed jump (and successful REF save), \"You end your movement grasping the far edge. If that leaves you dangling over a chasm or gap, getting up requires a move action and a DC 15 Climb check.\"\n\nOne could interpret that to mean that Psychodelia doesn't even get to attempt to pull-up until the following round, but since she missed it and dropped, the result is the same."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Well, that slightly changes my ending location. I'm in the water at M12 then"
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Daluth - Round 6 \n\nStandard Action: Drink the Potion\n \n Spoiler \nCure Light Wounds - (1d8+1)[ 7 ] \n \n\nFree Action: Drop the vial.\nMove Action: Sheath my GreatSword.\n5ft Step to Q7.\n\nEnd my Turn.\n\nStats:\n \n Spoiler \nLocation - Q7\nHP: 9/20\nAC: 20 Touch: 15 FF: 17\nBull Strength - (6/30)\nShield of Faith - (5/10)\nIn Hand:\nScrolls Used: Bull's Strength, True Strike\nSpells Used: Level 0 - (0/4)\nLevel 1 - (1/3)\nManuevers Used: (0/3)\n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "sigh... take ten on a swim check vs DC 10, swim 5 feet as a move action before walking out of the water and back to my cozy tree at R11 as a second move action.\n\nSo double move to reach R11, this time no readied actions or tricks, your turn.\nLittle word of caution, I do still hold my guisarme. And I am soaking wet. Which makes me agitated. Just so you know....\n\nstats\n \n Spoiler \nAC:20\nHP:10\nPP:18\nsaves: 2/4/2\nlocation: N10, beneath the bridge, in the water\neffects on Psychodelia: Bull Strength 6/30,\neffects on weapons: metaphysical weapon on flail 5/20\n \n\n\n...end of my turn"
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "I thought there was some comments in the waiting room that specifically said that taking 10 is not allowed in the arena. So you should probably go ahead and roll a swim check. As far as walking out, I thought the drop off was bigger. If you grabbed hold of the bank with your hands and tried to climb out, but now you can just walk out it doesn't add up. Not sure what to do about it (or if anything needs to be done really), but I thought I would point that out."
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "allright, 80% chance so how bad could it be\n\n (1d20+5)[ 11 ] vs DC 10\n\nAnd please... don't start a discussion about the angle of the bedding or differences in elevation... Can't we just go on with the darn match? Its not like I'm trying to get some big advantage by jumping into the water or anything, I just couldn't jump far enough. I had a 55% chance of making it, so it wasn't like I was trying to reach for the impossible. I just screwed the freakin jump!\n\n*sighs* Why does these things always have to get so complicated 😩\n\n2nd Edit: Bigmac, may I say you are a bastard? Just checked out your match against Corair420 out you are actually using the water for your combat advantage while you never made even a single swim check!"
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": " Ref Maurkov \n@Psychodelia \n Spoiler \nYour swim modifier as I see it is +4 (still a success), but how is your AC 20?\n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "maurkov\n \n Spoiler \nsorry, slight miscalculation on the swim part\nThe extra AC comes from the tree. Its a map feature specific for this arena\n10+3dex+5armor+2tree = 20\nAnd I saw I forgot to change the location when placing the last stats block it should read R11 as mentioned in the post\n "
},
{
"author": "Maurkov",
"message": "@Psychodelia \n Spoiler \nI see what you did there. I was confused because your character sheet has a Dex mod 2 in the armor calculation field (just above that charming picture).\n "
},
{
"author": "Bigmac",
"message": "Um, Taleron is a WATER ORC, who has a swim speed. No swim checks required. 😁"
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Ah... well I never said I check out your form, just the match you guys played :P\nStill, no that your around, do we have a go to continue the damn match or is there anoter issue that requires resolving? By the looks of the map, I highly doubt that the river is some kind of mote I need to \"climb out of\""
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": "So is it my turn? 😦"
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "Yes, by all means, please, let it be your turn so we can do some more fighting. That is what we came here for after all. Your turn it be, I am back at R11"
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " Daluth - Round 7 \n😩\n\nMove to R10 drawing my Greatsword...you get another AoO.\n\nThen I'll swift Action Cast Blade of Blood\n\nStandard Action: Attack with Saphire Nightmare Blade\n\n Concentration - (1d20+8)[ 25 ] vs your AC (if successful, you're flat footed)\n\n Attack - (1d20+6)[ 21 ] (if Concentration fails, -2)\n\nDamage:\n Slashing - (2d6+7)[ 12 ] + BoB - (1d6)[ 2 ] + SNB - (1d6)[ 4 ] \n\n(so 18 damage coming at you...assuming the AoO doesn't kill me first)\n\nEnd my Turn. Take your AoO.\n\nStats\n \n Spoiler \nLocation - R10\nHP: 9/20\nAC: 20 Touch: 15 FF: 17\nBull Strength - (7/30)\nShield of Faith - (6/10)\nIn Hand:\nScrolls Used: Bull's Strength, True Strike\nSpells Used: Level 0 - (0/4)\nLevel 1 - (2/3)\nManuevers Used: (1/3)\n "
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "AoO\n\n (1d20+7)[ 22 ] \n (1d10+9)[ 15 ] damage"
},
{
"author": "Seribro",
"message": "I hope 22 is enough to penetrate your AC?\n\nif not, I'll just make my turn just in case\n5pp to negate damage done, (immediate action)\n5-ft step back, (free)\nattack (1d20+7)[ 18 ] \ndamage (1d20+9)[ 21 ] \ndrop guisarme in R12(free) and pick up heavy flail(move)\n\nEdie: woops, wrong damage dice. Doesn't matter though cause if the first one wasn't enough to floor you, the second most definately wasn't either."
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": "Yeah...the AoO killed me.\n\n😩"
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " High Ref Paladin Latham \n\nElans...\n\n Psychodelia is declared the winner and recieves her due. "
},
{
"author": "theterran",
"message": " \n Originally Posted by Paladin Latham \n Elans... \n \n\n/agreed\n\nI'm tempted to make one for my next character...sadly..."
}
] |
[
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " The Last Stand - Prelude: The Unforgiving Storm \n\nIt is the third day of the fourth month. The latest courier last came twenty two days ago. The combined military might of the nations of Barinthi, Cerilus and Guranth have all been wiped out, as have the nations themselves... No news has come from the south since then. The nation of Slyke is the last standing free kingdom. Windheight is merely a part along the central trading route...\n\nAnd so we shift to our valiant heroes... The town lays quiet, unexpecting and vulnerable. An aura of foreboding has settled upon the town, as if everyone has died. It's quiet tonight. Too quiet. The wind blows through, houses creak and groan from the strain. There is but one light lit, in the tavern of the Jade Serpent.\n\n \n Spoiler \nEveryone is either just arriving in town, or is already in the tavern, so you may as well start roleplaying. When I have confirmation of everyone posting, and everyone is done for the night, then I'll advance to the next day, and the oncoming fight.\n\nIf you have any OOC questions, comments or rolls, please do them in spoilers, so that the posts look like a continued narration.\n "
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": "Gerard has been in this town almost a month. Other's might find this not a long time; most of the town has probably been here for many generations. But for Gerard, this was abnormal. Normally, he would only stay for a week before leaving. This was because Gerard had a restless soul. He could never stay in the same spot.\n However, something about this town had him hooked. Maybe it was the villagers. Maybe it was the good beer. But, for whatever reason, Gerard did not want to leave.\n He currently was lodging himself in the house of an old lady, Caroline, whom he had befriended over his stay.\n Gerard walked in to the butcher, and dropped the carcass of a deer onto the counter. The butcher handed him some silver, and, with a few friendly words, a smile, and a wave, the hunter left, and went to the Inn, to buy himself a drink, as he always did after a succesful hunt. He seemed impervious to the whistling winds, and the unnatural groaning didn't seem to bother him.\n He threw open the door, and greeted the inhabitants of the Jade Serpent.\n \"Afternoon all. Could I have the usual, please?\" "
},
{
"author": "Suzuro",
"message": "Avil was done for awhile, he'd gotten his quote for now. He did what he usually did to cool off and calm down...he went to the tavern to get drunk. As he sat at the bar, ordering round after round, he had had quite the successful day at 'work,' many people walked in and out, of course, he would most likely never remember any of them again. Despite weighing little more than thirty pounds, he was a surprising good drinker, and drank a lot to forget about things.\n\n Givsh mah anadder one He told the keep, and another glass slid into his hands, almost tipping over the bar onto the floor.\n\nAs far as Avil was concerned, this was as far as he liked to think ahead, only one link in the chain of destiny could be handled at a time, right? Well, right now that link seemed to be a race between the alcohol in his blood stream, and his body to get all of it out....the alcohol was winning. Despite him being quite drunk, his body always seemed to snap out of it when needed, he could never really figure that one out, usually because he never remembered it.\n\n\n Woooo! Anudder one, kep! He yelled at the keep who was several feet in front of him Betcha I can git drunked befora ya! \n \n Spoiler \nDid you want us to make knowledge checks? If so, here is mine\nKnowledge: Local (1d20+2)[ 17 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Kioran",
"message": "Silence. The roads gravel crunching under his heels, Varras made his way to the next town along the way, maybe the next target in this war. It would be the third major battle he fought, and maybe this time, things would be different - or maybe not. But when Fate threw things in his way, it was not in his nature to turn and run - it was once again time toaround and face it.\nWith a polished shield, his warhammer, and a fierce grin.\nThe sun was setting, but he had little problems finding the single Inn of the town, a sight that relieved him - almost anything was better than another night in a ditch. Lazily, he stretched the taut muscles in his shoulders and neck, shifting around his pack which dug uncomfortably into his back. By the gods, he was weary. The \"Jade serpent\", hmmm. Maybe they had meat....shrugging he entered the Inn´s common room.\n\nHe didn´t enter the tavern unnoticed, but then, another warrior from the south - they had seen stranger and worse, he guessed. His eyes roved over the room, searching for a vacant table or at least a niche to drop his pack in.\nHe addressed the Innkeeper, in a calm, but carrying baritone: \"I have silver, if that´s what you´re asking yourself. I´m not a penniless refugee....\" he turned around and shrugged of the heavy pack, looking around."
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{
"author": "Rachel Lorelei",
"message": "Inside the inn, a small figure wrapped in a large robe sits at a candle-lit table. A saucer containing some kind of dark liquid is in front of it, and a green snout is visible, beady eyes peeking out through spectacles just above it from the figure's hood. Small, clawed hands hold a quill and a piece of parchment, and the figure lets out an occasional hiss as it scribbles: a map of the town and environs.\n\nSiviss licks her lips with a pink tongue, then lifts the saucer to her mouth, taking a sip. She sets it down and goes back to examining the map, making battle-plans.\n \" Asst! Not built for defense,\" the kobold hisses, adjusting her spectacles and finishing her drink. She sets the empty bowl down, and knocks on the table to indicate to the servers that she'd like a refill.\n\n\n(Mage Armor cast.)"
},
{
"author": "Naleh",
"message": "Several locals huddle at a table to one side. It can be imagined that, on any normal night, they would be playing games of chance and buying each other rounds. But it's hard to enjoy yourself with an unstoppable army marching against you.\n\nOne of the group stands out: a dwarf in a human town. He is only four feet tall but as broad as any man, and his thick hands are scarred with a life of fighting. He has a thick brown beard hiding a young but rough face. In typical dwarven fashion, he is armed and armoured even among close friends, although he is apparently in his \"light armour\" with only a chain shirt over his clothes. He is drunk, although judging by his eyes, not nearly as drunk as he'd like to be."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Dungeon Master \n\nThe night passes uneventfully, most of the denizens too drunk to think properly. If that's what you call a mob of extremely drunk people... denizens. Those who are still coherent enough to speak are packed off to their rooms, while those who didn't get rooms were thrown into the street. The full moon rises in force, and a chilling howl rips through the air. Other than that, the night is still...\n\nHours later, the blazing sun sheds it's rays across the rooftops. Along with it, brings the battle standard of the Fourth Army. Rank after Rank of Changeling soldiers move, commanded by their Doppleganger officers. A bearer of a white flag comes forth, an ornate scroll in his hands.\n\n\" To the people of Windheight, we bear one message. Join us, or fall in battle against us. Those are your only options. Your town is surrounded. You will live, or we will cut you down. We await your answer within the hour. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nYou can try to organize a defense, respond or run away. Just warning you, you have one in game hour before the army attacks. As for the \"Run Away\" option, you'll have to get to an escape tunnel built by the baron of the town.\n "
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": "Gerard awakes to the noise of the marching. His head splits open in a glorious headache.\n\n He gets up on the wrong side of the bed, and butts his head against the wall. Muttering to himself, he puts on his armour, and strides outside, grabbing his spear, and javelins, his knife already shoved into his belt. Caroline appears at the top of the staircase. \"What's happening?\" \n \"That's what I'll like to know.\" \n He steps outside, and, covering his eyes from the sun, he surveys the armies arrayed to the south of the town.\nHe hears only the end of the heralds declaration. Gerard covers his face with his hands. He hollers back \"Couldn't you have waited until Midday?\" "
},
{
"author": "Suzuro",
"message": "Avil stumbled outside, as it seemed to be where everybody else was going. What....what's goin' on? \n\nAfter learning of the message, he sat, quite somber. He had liked this town, it'd be a shame if it were lost.\n\n We...we need to fight for this town! I'd rather die defending it then running away! he yelled at the gathering crowd.\n\n\n\n-Suzuro"
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{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Dungeon Master \n\nFrom somewhere out of the crowd, a voice cries, \" Yeah! He's right! We're surrounded anyway, we may as well die taking as many of them as possible. Better to die on our feet than to live on our knees! \"\n\nCheers erupt from the crowd, and the village begins to arm itself.\n\nThe sun slowly starts to rise... you feel as if you're down to half an hour."
},
{
"author": "Naleh",
"message": "At first light, the dwarf sets himself up in the centre of town, watching the Fourth Army arrange itself. He licks his lips nervously.\n\n...\n\nWith the messenger's declaration, he seems to slump where he stands, and turns to the crowd that has gathered. He looks quite different to the last night at the Jade Serpent tavern: he is dressed in heavy platemail, with a kite shield almost as large as he is, and his face is grim as death. He still looks like he wishes he were drunk.\n\n \"Our only chance,\" he bellows, looking around the denizens, \"is to make full use of what fortifications we have. Bottleneck the army. Force of numbers doesn't count for so much if you can only use a few of them at once.\" His voice is gruff but clear, without the accent his race are (in)famous for.\n\nHe looks around again, noting a few faces he doesn't know so well or at all. The travelling hunter... A cloaked figure, kobold by what I can see... The hungover halfling rousing the people... That hobgoblin from the inn last night , he notes with great distaste. Then he shrugs.\n\n \"If there's anyone still in this town who decides they want to flee, I don't blame you, but it's a bit late now. We're surrounded. We have to fight them or join them, and I doubt many here will accept the latter.\" \n\nHe reaches over his shoulder and pats his waraxe. \"Shall we begin?\" "
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": "Gerard rears his head, howling out to the sky, venting his anger, his fear, his strongest emotions. Like a boar at bay, he rears, and quickly gets to work organizing defences, shoring up palisades, and planting inward facing spikes, but leaving one spot in the wall obviously empty; the spot directly in front of the enemy. He hurredly explains his reasoning.\n \"If you can't run, then they will fight their hardest. All of them, woman, children, old ones, they all need to fight, otherwise none of us will get out of this alive.\" "
},
{
"author": "Suzuro",
"message": " Well, I'm no tactician or nothin', but we need some special people. He began to mutter to no one in particular.\n\nHe raised his voice so a majority could hear him Anyone with experiece, fighting or planning, or anything, we all need to form into groups, this will help us more effectively deal with the large masses! He ended screaming, almost ragged. His head, still ringing, was killing him.\n\n\n If we can just figure out a way to use our small numbers to our advantage, we can win this! He yelled as he began a warcry to raise morale For Windheigt! For Windheight! \n\n\n\n-Suzuro"
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{
"author": "Rachel Lorelei",
"message": "Siviss, for her part, does no construction work, nor does she attempt to rally anyone. She pulls her hood back, pushes her spectacles onto her green snout, and keeps an eye out for anyone who looks to be in charge of a group of people already, advising them on tactics, using the buildings as fortifications. At the same time, she keeps her eye out for particularily strong or capable-looking people.\n Fight or die for most of them, it is. I suppose I can always fly off, if things go from bad to worse. \n\nThat brings her to Avil. The kobold walks up, leaning on a slim staff, and appraises him through her spectacles with beady eyes. Her scales--the divisions between them barely visible--are a deep green, and she's clad from head to toe in fur-trimmed grey winter clothes, a scarf looped around under her jaw.\n \"You look like a competent enough sort, youngling. Full of vim and vigor, sesst ? Find another couple like yourself, put together a strike force--hit them when they're tangled up between the buildings. I'll help out from above.\" "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Dungeon Master \n\nThe remaining garrison of the town's meager fort rushes to prepare a defense. Ordering the townspeople about, they quickly erect barricades to close off streets. Passing out bows and quivers to those who can shoot, giving swords and spears to those who could fight and to those with the rare magical talents, spellbooks and scrolls. The town of Windheight bristled, ready for defense.\n\nAn hour has passed since the messenger first arrived... he approaches yet again bearing the white flag of truce. \" What is your message? Will you join us, or die? \" He awaits your answer calmly. Behind him, a contingent of changelings come forth, commanded by their doppleganger officer.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI'll be working on a tactical map for a bit, to make it look nice and everything. It'll hopefully be done by the time you guys finish berating this guy for bothering you. 😎 .\n "
},
{
"author": "Kioran",
"message": "Varras stood there, silently. He had polished the shield and cleaned the Warhammer, and now, standing there, he heard the same kind of Bravado and bluster the defenders had shown the last time. \"Poor fools.\" he thought, remembering rout and slaughter. It was all in Fates hand anyway, and she´d invite to the dance once more. Readyness was good, but the attitude was...unproductive.\nOne had to face battle calmly, for false courage would break under the relentless onslaught of hammers, whereas determination and discipline would not. He hoped they´d had the sense to bring pike, crossbows and shields.\n\nBut it would have no bearing on his actions. He would fight, and let the others do the the talking. He would lead by example, and then see who would follow, or who the other leaders were. He´d dance the same old steps - thrust, counterthrust, advance and retreat. Varras was ready, he had his equipment - and his luck......"
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{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Dungeon Master \n\nThe messenger, having understood that the town would fight, retreated back to safety. The doppleganger turns around, and the changelings draw their weapons... this will look like a grim fight indeed. Our brave adventurers boldly advance to just behind the barricades, prepared to defend themselves and the townspeople. It was this, or enslavement.\n\n To Everyone: \n Spoiler \nRoll Initiative. Please do all rolling in Spoilers as well as any questions or OOC comments. I want this to look like a moving narration of a story.\n \n\n Battle Map: \n Spoiler \n \n\nCyan = Changelings\nNavy = Doppleganger\n\nNaleh, your PC is in Purple, since Suzuro's PC typing color is also a shade of blue.\n "
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{
"author": "Rachel Lorelei",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nInitiative: (1d20+9)[ 27 ] including Nerveskitter.\nNerveskitter SLA as an immediate action, then cast Glitterdust (save DC 19) at the point between Q&R and between 8&9. The 10' burst should get four soldiers and the Captain.\nThen moving to H6 and ducking below the barricade for cover.\n \n\n\nThe kobold, who had murmured a Message cantrip as the group approached the barricade, whispers through it: \"Strike at their leader!\" \n\nThen her clawed hands flicker out of her fur-lined coat, and she launches into the words of a spell; as she closes a tiny fist, sparkles erupt in the air by the captain and his men, catching the winter light as they cling to bodies and stick to eyes.\nAs soon as the spell goes off, the kobold draws back, skittering behin a barricade."
},
{
"author": "Kioran",
"message": "His eyes looked up behind the rim of his shield, at the enemy arrayed before him. A few muttered Words, in combination with a small gesture, unleash a small but noticable wave of divine energy, raising his spirits and those of the other combatants.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+2)[ 7 ] \n\nCasting Bless.\n\nSeriously, if you want us to announce our actions before we even know Initiative, tell us beforehand. I didn´t do it because, at least with targeted effects, it sometimes doesn´t even work.\n "
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{
"author": "Suzuro",
"message": " Well...here they come. He spoke, drawing his weapons and mentally preparing himself.\n\n Lets give 'em Hell! \n\n\nInitiative\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+4)[ 18 ] \n \n\n\n\n\n\n\n-Suzuro"
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": "Gerard walks seemingly calmingly to the barricade, his face belying the tenseness, coiled like a spring. He holds his spear in his right hand; the javelins are in his left. He plants the spear and most of the javelins in the ground, and grips one javelin tightly in his hand.\n\n \"Let them come.\" He mutters through gritted teeth.\n\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+2)[ 11 ] \nHe moves to J-7, and readies an action to take down the leader, when he comes close.\n "
},
{
"author": "Naleh",
"message": " And so it begins. Tharak maintains his outward composure, but inside he is afraid. He has not been in a full-out war before, but he knows how they work. He knows the devastation they leave.\n\nThe dwarf takes a long step and sets himself to block all passage. Maintain the barricade,\" he reminds the other defenders.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Initiative - (1d20)[ 2 ] \n 5-foot step to J13. \n "
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{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Dungeon Master \n\n(27) And so the battle surged. Before any of the enemy soldiers could act, Siviss threw some ground mica into the air. a huge sparkling mess erupted between the soldiers. Three of the soldiers grunted in pain as the dust got everywhere, but the leader and the remaining soldier stood firm.\n\n(22) The remaining changeling soldiers surged forward with their leader. On one side, a changeling and the doppleganger move forward. On the other, four changelings do the same. Suddenly, the doppleganger utters strange words and hurles some sulfur in the air. A fireball hurtles towards the valiant defenders. Over the barricade it soars, detonating above the party, dealing everyone [10] fire damage. Sections of the barricade look ready to break.\n\n(18) Avil mentally prepares himself for battle. Grunting in pain from the cinders that struck him.\n\n(11) Gerard dashes to the far side of the barricade. Hurling a javelin at the doppleganger leader, he manages to strike him! The doppleganger looks injured, but still very dangerous.\n\n(7) Varras gripped the warhammer, preparing himself.\n\n(2) Tharak shifts position to gain a better vantage point against the oncoming attackers, as well as blocking the entryway to the town.\n\n To Avil and Varras: \n Spoiler \nNext time, just post actions when rolling initiative. If you want to change the above, then edit your posts to reflect it and post something in the OOC thread or in a spoiler for round 2.\n \n\n New Battle Map: \n Spoiler \n \n\nPlease excuse my poor artistic abilities. 😁\n "
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{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": "Gerard grabs another javelin, and whips it at the closest changeling with a brutal yell.\n \"Varras!\" he bellows. \"I can hold them here, you go reinforce Tharak!\" \n \n Spoiler \n I understand that you will be doing all rolling?\n "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nYou can roll your own rolls. I just rolled yours since the enemy initiative was above yours. Thus they triggered your 'going to be' action and you threw your javelin anyway.\n "
},
{
"author": "Suzuro",
"message": " Hah! That's what I'm waiting for! We need to strike at the leader, cut off the head, and the snake will die! He screamed.\n\nHe rushed forward, pausing briefly to get off some protection, before he continued his path to the leader.\n\n Who's with me?! \n\n\nActions\n \n Spoiler \nStandard: Cast Shield\nMove: Move to J4\nUse dodge against the changeling in L5\n \n\n\nStats\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 19 AC: 23 (24 against changeling) FF: 19 Touch: 19\nShield 20 turns left\n \n\n\n\n-Suzuro"
},
{
"author": "Rachel Lorelei",
"message": "The kobold, for her part, hisses and rolls with the fire, cursing in Draconic. When she comes up, she unfurls a scroll from the container at her hip and reads it; green sparks sizzle in the air over her allies for a moment, and then are gone.\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nReading a scroll of Haste. Everyone gets an extra attack on a full attack, +30 ft movement, and +1 AB/AC/Ref save. Speaking of which--no Reflex save vs. the fireball? Especially since Siviss dropped behind the barricade, getting (total?) cover, which helps with that.\n "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " To Rachel: \n Spoiler \nI rolled the saves to speed things up... You guys can roll your own saves from now on, I just wanted to get the new round up fast. Unless someone has improved evasion, everyone takes 10 damage, except for Siviss... The barricade isn't all that high, and the fireball went over the barricade. Hmm, I guess you could get partial cover from the second barricade. (1d100)[ 91 ] . You're safe on anything above 50.\n\nEdit: Nice, except the barricade in front of you is now looking quite shabby.\n "
},
{
"author": "Kioran",
"message": "Varras nodded, and made a few hasty steps to position himself near the dwarf, readying his warhammer. His eyes narrow, and the muscles in his arms tense as he prepares to mete out pain and death to the first foe he´d get his hands on\n\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 33/33 (or 23, if the Fireball actually caught me) AC: 21 Flat: 19 Touch: 12\nFort: 7 Ref: 6 Will: 5 (6 against fear)\n\nBless lasts another 39 turns\n\nI´ll move to I13 and draw my warhammer (move action), ready a standard action to attack any enemy that comes in range (Warhammer +7, 1d8+1 Bludgeoning damage).\nIf you rule I had the hammer in hand at the beginning of the battle and needed to drop it to cast the spell, I´ll pick up the hammer as a standard action instead.\n "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " To Kioran: \n Spoiler \nMost players I know post actions with initiative, because they're usually precombat buffs. A lot of the time, I'd cast True Strike on myself first round, before we're attacked. In your case, since you're more of a closer in fighter, you cast bless first round. Judging from the battlemap, you had about one round anyway before they were on you.\n "
},
{
"author": "Naleh",
"message": "The knight nods grimly as Varras joins him. Every dwarven instinct screams that he should strike the goblin down now, but this is a war; this is no time for prejudice.\n\n \"You want this town?\" he spits at the closing foes. \"Come and get it!\" \n \n Spoiler \nReady an action: attack as soon as a foe comes into reach.\n[roll0]\n[roll1]\n "
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{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Dungeon Master \n\n(27) Siviss cries out in Draconic and green sparks fly everywhere. The party is now under the effects of the Haste spell.\n\n(22) The doppleganger leader mutters a smothered curse under his breath. From the folds of his robe, he withdraws two wands and advances. The remaining changelings on the left pile up and one is immediately attacked by Naleh. The others bottleneck up and begin attacking him with their longswords. Naleh takes another [4] slashing damage. The changeling to the left charges towards Gerard and attacks him, but thankfully misses.\n\n(18) Avil mutters some words under his breath and a shimmering wall appears before vanishing in front of him. He focuses intently on the approaching changeling and dashes out from the relative safety of the barricade.\n\n(11) Gerard grabs another javelin and hurls it at the approaching changeling with ease. It strikes and pierces it's body. The changeling looks almost dead and is bleeding heavily. The changeling lashes out, this time dealing [3] points of Slashing Damage with his longsword.\n\n(7) Varras dashes to reinforce Tharak, preparing to attack anyone hostile. Taking a wild swing at a changeling assaulting his companion, he connects and the changeling buckles under the assault.\n\n(2) Tharak follows through in his attacks and finishes off a changeling.\n\n To Gwyn: \n Spoiler \nJust roll attack and damage. I'll only roll if absolutely necessary, or to speed up the game. Otherwise, roll yer own rolls.\n \n\n To Kioran: \n Spoiler \nI doubt you would need to drop the hammer. I suppose if you cast one handed or something.\n \n\n New Battle Map: \n Spoiler \n \n\nOkay, to make this simpler, the baddies will now have an Initiative of 1, so they go last and make it easier on everyone.\n "
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": " Gerard \n\nThe changeling struck towards Gerard, but Gerard twisted out of the way, and plunged his javelin into the changelings flesh, the point catching, ripping out of his grasp. Though grieviously wounded, the changeling nonetheless managed to draw blood in his retaliation, lashing out and catching Gerard on the underside of the arm, thankfully missing a major artery. Gerard winced in pain, and in the realization that to pick up a weapon would open him up to another attack. He decided to risk it. He ducked, not averting his eyes from the changeling's face, and grabbed his spear just below the point, bringing the point up in a brutal stroke as he would a sword.\n\n Actions \n \n Spoiler \nGerard takes a move action to pick up the spear, opening him up for an attack of opportunity, and a standard action to attack once. He does not get an extra attack from Haste, as he is not using a full attack action.\n \n\n Rolls \n \n Spoiler \nAttack= (1d20+9)[ 29 ] \nDamage= (2d6+6)[ 10 ] \n \n\n Status \n \n Spoiler \n Gerard \n27 hp\nAC 18\nRef +8\nFort +5\nWill +3\nUnder Haste effect\n "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " To Gwyn: \n Spoiler \nWhoah, nice nat 20 there.\n\n (1d20+9)[ 16 ] to Confirm Critical\n "
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nNot so nice damage though. Oh well.\n "
},
{
"author": "Suzuro",
"message": " It's working! He screams while running towards a changeling.\n\n If we can clear this out, we need to strike at the leader! But I can't do it alone! \n\nHe runs to the back of the changeling and strikes at it in frustration.\n\n\nActions\n \n Spoiler \nMove:Move to J5\nStandard: Attack the changeling\n \n\n\nRolls\n \n Spoiler \nAttack: (1d20+5)[ 21 ] \nDamage: (1d8+1)[ 3 ] \nAnd, I should get sneak attack for Flanking: (2d6)[ 7 ] \n \n\n\nStats\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 19 AC: 23 Position: J5\n "
},
{
"author": "Naleh",
"message": "The unmoving dwarf takes the hit. \"Ha! You'll have to do a lot better than that!\n\n\"Look out,\" he adds to Varras. \"Looks like the leader's going to cast something again, and the barricade's already pretty scorched.\" \n\nAnd with that, Tharak slashes at the next changeling in line.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Attack - (1d20+10)[ 11 ] edit: +1 from Haste \n Damage - (1d10+5)[ 8 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Rachel Lorelei",
"message": "Siviss hisses, rising to a standing position and levelling a hand at the doppelganger who threw the fireball. She's wearing blue gloves; they flare with silvery light, and the stars dotting it shimmer.\n\n \n Spoiler \nSiviss activates the Arcanist's Gloves property, and readies an action to cast Magic Missile (with the increased CL), sacrificing Ray of Enfeeblement (gloves of the Starry Sky) at the doppelganger once he takes his standard action. At CL 7, that's 4 missiles: (4d4+4)[ 15 ] damage, which makes a DC 25 Concentration check if he's spellcasting.\n "
},
{
"author": "Kioran",
"message": "Varras grunted \"Let them come. Let them have it. It certainly doesn´t look too bad - she´s smiling at us.\" , moving forward a single step and once again tries to slug a changeling with his hammer.\n\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 33/33 AC: 22 Flat: 19 Touch: 13\nFort: 7 Ref: 7 Will: 5 (6 against fear)\n\nMoving to J14 with a 5-foot step and attacking the changeling already under attack by Tharak:\nAttack (1d20+7)[ 18 ] \nDamage (1d8+1)[ 8 ] \n\nOkay, forgot about haste - that´s +1 to attack bonus and, of course, a second attack. Could the DM, for the sake of brevity, roll it and adjust my attakc roll above?\n "
},
{
"author": "Rachel Lorelei",
"message": "(Don't forget the Haste attack, Kioran.)"
},
{
"author": "Naleh",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n \n Originally Posted by Rachel Lorelei \n (Don't forget the Haste attack, Kioran.) \n \n\nWhoops. I forgot that too. Edited my previous post with the +1, and...\n\n Attack 2 - (1d20+11)[ 25 ] \n Damage - (1d10+5)[ 13 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Dungeon Master \n\n(27) Stars flare up as Siviss casts a spell, sending four glowing missiles of blue light towards the doppleganger. The doppleganger looks injured, but still ready to fight back.\n\n(18) Avil dashes to the changeling and attacks it with a fervor, aiding Gerard's coming blow.\n\n(11) Gerard ducks down, narrowly avoiding another swipe from the changeling. Grabbing his spear, he shoves up with all his might, sending the changeling flying backwards, blood spewing everywhere dead.\n\n(7) Varras wildly swings the warhammer, connecting twice and ending the life of another changeling.\n\n(2) Tharak follows through in his attacks and finishes off another changeling.\n\n\n(1) The doppleganger leader screams in pain and retaliates with another fireball! This time however, it rushes straight towards the barricade, blasting it through, sending a shower of splinters everywhere.\n\nWhile several of the changelings collapsed, the rest surged forward, and even more appeared from beyond the haze of the glitterdust, along with their doppleganger officers. Climbing over the bodies, two of the changelings swing at Varras, dealing him [7] damage with their longswords.\n\nFrom the inn, the bartender calls out, \" Come quickly, the town is lost! The defenders were overwhelmed at the north gate! You can escape in this secret tunnel! \"\n\nSuddenly, an arrow sprouts in his chest and he falls, a look of surprise on his face. Then, a volley of arrows lands all over the town, setting several of the houses on fire.\n\n New Battle Map: \n Spoiler \n \n "
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": "A large rat scampers over the walls of the town, running away from the battles with a sack over one shoulder and what looks like a keg strapped to it's back.\n\n \n Spoiler \nDon't make me come over there!😡\nPost damn you!\n "
},
{
"author": "Suzuro",
"message": " Crap! More of them?! I don't know if we can win this, it may be in our best interest to flee! He said there was a secret exit! \n\nHe moved around, looking over his shoulder at the dead Bartender, and tried to think of where the tunnel would be.\n\n We need to get out of here! he spoke as he moved slightly closer in.\n\n\n\nActions\n \n Spoiler \nMove: Move to J8\nStandard: Ready an action to attack anyone who comes next to me\n \n\n\n\nRolls\n \n Spoiler \n Attack: (1d20+5)[ 16 ] \nDamage: (1d8+1)[ 8 ] \n \n\n\n\nStats\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 19 AC: 23 Position: J8\n \n\n\n\n\n-Suzuro"
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": " Gerard \n\nGerard's blow opens up the changelings throat. He gurgles away his lifeblood on the floor.\nGerard looks around, quickly taking stock of the situation. There were too many for them to fight, though maybe, just maybe, he could hold them off long enough to get the others back. However, the risk of death or injury beyond his burns and wounds already sustained far outweighed anything else. Quickly snatching up his weapons, he urges the others on before him. \"I'll be right behind you!\" he reassures them as he stabs at the doppleganger.\n\nActions\n \n Spoiler \n Move to J10, attack doppleganger with greatspear.\n \n\n\nRolls\n \n Spoiler \n (1d20+9)[ 21 ] \n (2d6+6)[ 11 ] \n \n\n\nStatus\n \n Spoiler \nGerard\n27 hp\nAC 18\nRef +8\nFort +5\nWill +3\nUnder Haste effect\n "
},
{
"author": "Rachel Lorelei",
"message": "(Er, Siviss was readying her magic missiles vs. the doppelganger's spellcasting... I guess he made his concentration check?)\n\nThe kobold hisses, levelling her hand again. More blue dots zip from her gloves, veering unerringly towards the injured doppelganger. Then the kobold skitters in the direction of the inn.\n\n\n[spoiler]Swift action--Gloves of the Arcanist; converting a Grease to Magic Missile for (4d4+4)[ 13 ] damage.[/sopoiler]"
},
{
"author": "Naleh",
"message": "Tharak swears. \"Fall back! Everyone to the inn!\" The dwarf cuts down the soldier in front of him, then steps back to help shield their retreat. \"If the north gate's already fallen, we don't have much time!\" \n \n Spoiler \n Attack 1 - (1d20+11)[ 17 ] \n Damage - (1d20+5)[ 21 ] \n Attack 2 - (1d20+11)[ 23 ] (from Haste)\n Damage - (1d20+5)[ 10 ] \n5-foot step to I13.\n "
},
{
"author": "Kioran",
"message": " Varras \n\nBlood ran from a gash in his chest, and Varras roared with pain. Still, it wasn´t over for him - yet. \"I ain´t running like a chicken, this is an ordered retreat!\" he yelled - he would be unable to disengage unharmed anyway. Time to break bones again.....he swung his gore-spattered Warhammer in wide arcs, trying to free his retreat, while making cautious steps backward......\n\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 26/33 AC: 22 Flat: 19 Touch: 13\nFort: 7 Ref: 7 Will: 5 (6 against fear)\n\nFerociusly attacking the Changeling directly to the south of me (the other one if that one´s dead), afterwards moving to I14 with a 5-foot step\nAttack 1 (1d20+8)[ 22 ] \nDamage 1 (1d8+1)[ 5 ] \nAttack 2 (1d20+8)[ 23 ] \nDamage 2 (1d8+1)[ 2 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Dungeon Master \n\n(27) Siviss fires off more missiles then dashes madly for the safety of the inn. She failed to see whether the approaching doppleganger was hit, but knew from the shrill scream that her missiles had connected.\n\n(18) Avil raises his blade once more, preparing to strike.\n\n(11) Gerard stabs the doppleganger, bringing him down to his knees.\n\n(7) Varras wildly swings the warhammer yet again, connecting and sending a changeling flying off his feet and into another of his companions who just happened to get in the way.\n\n(2) Tharak efficiently cuts down the remaining changeling before backing towards the inn.\n\n(1) The doppleganger leader falls to the ground. The rest of his soldiers are dead. Unfortunately, the approaching wave of soldiers fires yet another volley of flaming arrows. Several connect with the thatched roof of the inn and it ignites almost immediately. The roof will soon collapse, covering the escape tunnel thoroughly.\n\n(0) What appears to be a large rat with a barrel on his back scrabbles over the far wall and disappears into the forest..."
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": "Gerard thrust forward with his spear at the exact same moment as a few momentarily glistening shapes blurred towards the doppelganger, and struck him, putting him off balance. The spearhead rips into the doppelganger's stomach. Gerard quickly twisted the weapon to prevent the flesh suctioning onto the blade, and removed it from the doppelganger's swaying form. The shapeshifter collapsed on the floor. Gerard quickly holds his spear in his left as he whips out his knife from his belt. It's a heavy bladed thing, curved, with the blade on the inside of the curve. He strides over to the doppelganger, and in one deft motion, slits it's throat. He waves the others on, signaling that he will bring up the rear.\n\nActions\n \n Spoiler \n5 foot step to k10, coup de grace.\n \n\n\nRolls\n \n Spoiler \n (2d6+6)[ 16 ] x2 because of instacrit\nEdit: That would be 32 damage, and a DC 42 fortitude save to avoid dying. oh wait, im using my Kukri, so ignore that. New roll in next post.\n \n\n\nStatus\n \n Spoiler \n\nGerard\nK10\n27 hp\nAC 18\nRef +8\nFort +5\nWill +3\nUnder Haste effect\n "
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n (1d4+2)[ 3 ] Only 6 damage, with a DC 16 Fortitude against death\n "
},
{
"author": "Naleh",
"message": " \"Don't murder him!\" the knight snarls at Gerard. \"We need to get out of here! Now!\" And with that last warning, Tharak turns and strides for the inn."
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": "Gerard nods, and turns the slash into a spin, and sets off towards the inn.\n\nNew Actions\n \n Spoiler \nInstead of Coup de Grace, strides towards inn. Ends at D17\n \n\n\nNew Status\n[spoler]\nGerard\nD17\n27 hp\nAC 18\nRef +8\nFort +5\nWill +3\nUnder Haste effect[/spoiler]"
},
{
"author": "Kioran",
"message": " Varras \n\nThe large Hobgoblin turns his head towards the enemy once more, but noticing the lack of immediate threats, begins to stride briskly towards the Inn, muttering a short prayer under his breath, and lagging slightly, allowing for the other defenders to catch up and looking over his shoulder every few seconds......\n\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 26/33 AC: 22 Flat: 19 Touch: 13\nFort: 7 Ref: 7 Will: 5 (6 against fear)\n\nI plan on moving towards the Inn, but adjusting the speed of my movement to allow the other PCs to move past me. I´ll bring up the rear if necessary.\n "
},
{
"author": "Suzuro",
"message": " ...I..I can't believe I'm actually doing this... \n\n\nand with that he turned, looked over his should and began to run for the inn without looking back again.\n\n\nActions\n \n Spoiler \nMove towards the Inn as fast as possible...\n \n\n\n\nStats\n \n Spoiler \nHP: 19 AC: 23 Position: Closer to the Inn\n \n\n\n\n\n\n-Suzuro"
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Dungeon Master \n\nEveryone seems to make a mad dash for the inn at the same moment.\n\nInside the tunnel, you hear a huge explosion and a massive wall of dust comes flying through the dimly lit tunnel, extinguishing the torch the party was using as illumination. Several people feel a leathery tail scraping past their legs, and screeches and squeaks echo throughout the tunnel.\n\n \n Spoiler \nEveryone gains [1050] Experience Points. What do you guys want to do now...? I guess you could camp out in the tunnel and roleplay, or go through the tunnel...\n "
},
{
"author": "Naleh",
"message": "Tharak runs as fast as his short legs will take him. He tells himself it's because it's the smart thing to do, or because he's trying to get the others to safety. But secretly, it's because he's afraid. He has fought many times in the past - he has seen death, caused death. But never at scale.\n\nSomething collapses in the distance and dust billows through, extinguishing their light. Strangely, this calms the knight. Although he has grown up in a human town, darkness is bred into him. He finally slows his pace.\n\n \"So that's it,\" he sighs. \"Just a few minutes, and Windheight has fallen... Gods. My home has fallen.\" \n\nAfter a pause, he looks at Gerard, although he knows the hunter can't see him in the darkness. \"Sorry I yelled at you there,\" he grunts. \"I just don't like to see the helpless killed...\" The irony that the doppleganger commander has probably killed the helpless before, and now might again, causes Tharak to lapse back into silence."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " The Last Stand - Chapter 1: The Resistance \n \n Spoiler \nTo take a page from Bitz's notebook: Cause Bumping! \nNo, really... I'd expected more of this. But whatever.\n \n\n\nAfter the events at that ill fated town, our valiant adventurers emerged from the ruins of the Jade Serpent to find a devastated landscape. The entire forest had been carved away, the lake had been drained and thick clouds of acrid smoke rose from the entire landscape. [Cause Railroading] \n\nHearing of a last bastion of freedom to the far north, the party set out, headed towards this place. Nobody knew it's exact location thus protecting it from the oncoming armies of the Changelings. Pursued by shadows all day and night, the party has the feeling it's being followed, and after two weeks of traveling across the great mountain chasms and into the Forgotten Forest... the shadow strikes.\n\n \n Spoiler \nOkay, you are now approximately a day and a half away from the city, except you don't know that yet. I will be introducing Wadledo, since I think we need to start posting faster and roleplaying. The railroading and godmodding should be over by now, since you guys effectively are deciding the plot.\n "
},
{
"author": "Kioran",
"message": " Varras \n\nThe Sun stood high in the sky above them, and Varras looked more than a little irritated. \"They did us in rather fast this time.....this was by far the shortest battle I ever waged. We should have fought on\" he remarked, bitterly.\nAnd why shouldn´t they? They were alive, yes, but also useless. Running away again. Worst of all, evading their fate, putting it all in other people´s hands.\nHis eyes roamed over the others. How were they feeling? And how many of them were happy running away and hiding in the ground?\n\nDistraughtly, he kicked at a stone near the street, heard it clatter as it rolled along, kicking up a small plume of dust."
},
{
"author": "Suzuro",
"message": " Gah! No! I can't believe that they took it from us, like...like we were children! We didn't even stand a chance... How are we even supposed to survive with this foe spreading...? He said with anger, slowly turning to utter sorrow.\n\nWith the town fallen, he lost the only place he had really felt like himself. Sure, he hadn't actually 'contributed' and had probably caused some 'harm,' but, it was still his home, and he would probably never be able to go back to it again.\n\nHe crouched on the ground, and several drops fell from his cheeks, and with fire in his eyes he stood up: They Will Pay for this! They destroyed it all! And for what?! The simple point of conquest?! I won't allow it to happen again!! \n\n\nSuzuro"
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": "The party, traveling through the forgotten forest for what seems like eons, has been unnerved by the shadow following them for the past two weeks. Settling down for the night after a long days travel, they don't notice that the branches settle lower than they should on one of the trees in their makeshift camp.\n\nAs the night wears on and the fire burns low, they slowly sleep, dreaming dreams of death or home or both.\n\nThen, a large ratlike creature falls from the tree above Varras, landing inches from him, face to face.\n\n \n Spoiler \nRoll listen checks😏\n "
},
{
"author": "Rachel Lorelei",
"message": "Listen: (1d20+1)[ 15 ] \n Siviss \n \"You lot had best get foolhardy last stands out of your minds right now. What were you expecting--to single-handedly turn back the horde?\" \nLeaning on her walking stick, the kobold trudges along, right up until something drops out of a tree. Her hand dips into her robe, reaching for a spell component, and blue-white smoke with the scent of electricity begins to trail from the corners of her eyes. \"Explain yourself. Now. .\" "
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nNice reference to the title there. I may just continue it...\nListen: (1d20+2)[ 19 ] \n \n\n\n(Earlier) Gerard nods his acceptance of Tharak's apology. He crawls along with the others, continually glancing backwards, almost wishing something was following them, but there was only an overlarge rat...\n\n(Back to the Present Day) Gerard hunches himself down by the fire. \"I will go back and fight one day.\" He says for the umpteenth time over the 2 weeks. \"But still, any stand is better then no stand, though preferably not The Last Stand.\"\n\n He falls into a dreaming sleep. He dreams of laughing, mocking doppelgangers, jeering him as he runs away, like a puppy, with his tail between his legs. Slowly, the doppelgangers turn into the faces of the villagers he knew. The bartender's look of surprise as an arrow seemed to grow out of his chest. The kind face of old Caroline smiling, and then her body, twisted and burnt, among the reckage of her old house. He has had this dream for the last week now. It is obvious that he is not having happy dreams, but he adamantly refuses to start the topic, and noone else has inquired about it.\n\nYet.\n\nAnd it is from this nightmare that he awoke, to see a giant rat-thing hanging inches from Varras's face. He leaps up, and whips out his knife from his belt.\nHe sees Siviss questioning the thing, and moves closer to the thing.\n\n \n Spoiler \nJust in case it matters, AC of 12. No armour, only clothes and the knife.\n "
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Crew \n\nStepping away from the crazy kobold lady and towards the fire, the rat is revealed to be Crew, a beggar from Windheight that was jailed before the battle for being a were-rat.\n \"I ran out of beer and you guys are smart and I ran out of beer and nobody likes me and I ran out of beer and I'm not good with this kind of stuff and I ran out of beer and I don't know where to go and I ran out of beer and it's dangerous to go alone and I ran out of beer.\" \nLarge tears begin to well up in the corners of his beady eyes."
},
{
"author": "Naleh",
"message": " Tharak \n\nThroughout the two-week trek, Tharak did not say another word about Windheight. He focused entirely on the now, being as solid and practical as... well, as a dwarf. Except for his brief words in the tunnel, he seemed entirely unfazed that his place of birth, his home for sixty-seven years, had been destroyed. He found himself an escaped warhorse to carry his extra gear, and named him Findarin , Dwarvish for \"lucky\".\n\n...\n\nWhen the rat-like creature falls from the sky, Tharak jerks awake, reaching for his axe. Then he recognises the thing. \"...Crew? I thought— Wasn't the jail— Ah, it's good to see you again, Crew.\" He moves forward and whacks the wererat on the back. \"It's too bad you ran out of beer, though.\" "
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": "Gerald looks closely at the wererat. \"Crew? I vaguely remember a name like that.\" "
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Crew \n\nAs Tharak hits Crew on the back, the were-rat begins to sway forward, then back again. As a wooden keg falls from a branch and shatters on the ground, he topples forward and hits the dirt with a thud.\n \"Noom......beer.......fish aardvark .\n*SNnnoooooorraaarrrrrooooooorrrororoorororororo... .snerk* \nHe curls up in front of the fire, smelling of beer and pine."
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": " \"I dunno, but I feel relatively certain that that thing poses no threat to us. He doesn't look like he could find my back to stab.\" Gerard returns to his rest."
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Crew \n\nAs the group wakes up the next morning, Crew is nowhere to be found, only his nest from last night and a shattered keg showing it wasn't all a dream."
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": "Gerard is not overly worried. \"That little rascal wouldn't have gone far. He'll continue following us.\" "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Dungeon Master \n\nMake a listen check please."
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": " \n Spoiler \nListen: (1d20+2)[ 16 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Naleh",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n Listen - (1d20)[ 18 ] \n \n\n Tharak \n \"O'course he will. Crew's never far from trouble, and we're... Well, let's get going, shall we?\" "
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Crew \n\nFar above the forest floor, up in the treetops away from sight, Crew hunts for breakfast. He raises his nose to the air, sniffing as though trying to catch the scent of the world.\n\n \n Spoiler \nListen: (1d20+4)[ 21 ] \nSurvival to predict weather: (1d20+6)[ 23 ] \n "
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Dungeon Master \n\nWadledo hears an eerie rustling in the bushes beyond, then a swift hiss and a thunk as an arrow sprouts out of the tree next to him. \" Nobody Move! We've got you covered! \" A ragtag band of men and women appear out of the woods. They do not appear to be changelings. \" State your name and business in these woods. \""
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Crew \n\nCrew lays still as a statue as he clings to the branch.\n \"Nubgh igh nomd Cwel.\" \nHis nose twitches as his jaw remains clamped shut.\n \"Igh whass fullowin somd gus us o urning tings.\" \nHe beings to slip sideways, eyes bulging as his fur rubs against the bark of the branch.\n\n \n Spoiler \nUse scent ability to find the number of enemies within 30 ft.\n "
},
{
"author": "Suzuro",
"message": "He wakes up in a state of confusion\n\n Ugh...wha..? Crew, who the Duece is that ? He had no clue, apparently having slept through the whole thing.\n\n\n\n \n Spoiler \nListen (1d20+5)[ 21 ] \nAlso, I'm just going to decided to fail that check since it's...well, it's kind of old\n \n\n\n\n\n-Suzuro"
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Crew: \n Spoiler \nYou sense about 20 individuals in the general vicinity.\n "
},
{
"author": "Naleh",
"message": " Tharak \n\nThe dwarf snatches up his axe, eyeing the newcomers warily. Finally he says, \"...I am Tharak Ironaxe, knight of Windheight. But surely in days like these, you can understand that our business is our own.\" "
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Crew \n \"Cwan I's movt now pwess?\" \nCrew is suspended from the branch by only the tips of his toes now, swing like a pendulem in the breeze as he dangles above the earth."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Dungeon Master \n\nStaring down Tharak, the leader squares his shoulders. \" While in any other woods that may hold true, in this case... it's our business to know what your business is. Either you can come quietly, or you can go down with a fight. We will not allow you to endanger these woods. \"\n\nBeckoning some men forward, they help Crew down from his precarious position."
},
{
"author": "Suzuro",
"message": "Standing up, he gently set his gear down, looking defeated, tired....broken.\n\n Ah jeeze....C'mon guys, there's tons of 'em, we couldn't stand up to 'em if we wanted to. Anyways...I'm just tired of all of this, let's just tell them and hope they don't cut our heads off.... He whispered to the rest of his traveling companions.\n\nHe somewhat walked a little bit around in a circle, and appeared that he almost collapsed.\n\n\n\n\n-Suzuro"
},
{
"author": "Naleh",
"message": " Tharak \n\nThe knight bites his lip, indecisive. Then he gives in.\n\n \"Well, you could probably guess most of it anyway,\" he begins, lowering his axe. \"Some of us are from Windheight, like me; some of us were just passing through... but the Army descended upon us. They razed the whole town. Us six were lucky enough to escape. And now we're looking for 'last bastion of freedom in the north'. Simple as that.\" "
},
{
"author": "Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll",
"message": "Gwyn yawns. These guys probably weren't worth the fight, and everyone else seemed to be going quitely."
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Dungeon Master \n\nThe men visibly relax. \" Well, it just so happens that you've found the last bastion to the North. We had heard of the destruction of Windheight. Indeed there are other survivors. Come with us. If any of you have any pressing concerns, best do it now. These woods are not safe after dark. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nIf Rachel doesn't show after a day or two, then I'll advance the party and PM her.\n "
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Crew \n\nRemaining completely still while they help him down, Cew asks through a frozen jaw \"Cwan I ges muy stuuf?\nIsg in da trwe.\" "
},
{
"author": "Suzuro",
"message": " Th....the bastion?! You mean..there are others?! \n\nHe jumped up with a sudden burst of energy, astonished that there actually was this 'bastion.' He had hoped for it, but had never really put faith in hope.\n\n\n I'm ready whenever you are! \n\n\n\n\n\n-Suzuro"
},
{
"author": "Neftren",
"message": " Dungeon Master \n\nThe party travels forth, and just before dusk, they appear before a pair of massive gates. As they swing open, you see a huge citadel beyond. The grizzled leader of the scouts leads you inside and into a nearby inn. In the distance, you see a huge castle.\n\n\" Survivors of Windheight have been housed here. Your stay is free. Since you are more skilled adventurers than most, you will be granted access to our armory... if you can find anything left. Most of it was destroyed in battle. It's up at the castle. \"\n\n \n Spoiler \nYou have just entered a citadel. Most stuff is available, if you guys have any extra GP.\n "
},
{
"author": "wadledo",
"message": " Crew \n \"Got any beer?\" \nCrew almost jumps up and down with drunken-child-like eagerness."
}
] |
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{
"author": "blue_fenix",
"message": "You awaken from the most realistic dream of your entire life to find yourself standing, fully clothed, in the bedroom at the inn, although you're fairly certain that's not how you fell asleep the night before. From the expressions on everyone's faces and the new objects in the room, you can easily tell that you all experienced the same thing last night.\n\n Josiah: You look down to see you are wearing the necklace from the dream. The pendant on the end of the simple leather cord appears to have been carved from a single piece of granite. The stone has been shaped into a flat circle, similar in size and shape to a common coin, with a shamrock carved upon one side and a woman's face upon the other, which you recognize from church artwork as a stylized version of the face of Tymora. Running at an angle through the granite is what appears to be a tiny silver vein. For some reason, you feel even luckier and more confident than you ever have before, as if this is a true sign that you are favored by Tymora. A voice like that in the dream seems to whisper in your ear, \" Tymora's Luckstone \"\n\n Jack Miller: You hold in your hands an incredibly old and dusty leather-bound tome, with no words or decoration on the cover at all. It feels heavy, somehow both physically and mentally, as if contains far more than a volume that size ever should. You open the book, and the pages turn freely, as if time had not touched the interior at all, but strangely, every page is blank. Suddenly, the book falls open to the very center, seemingly of its own accord, and words begin to fill the page. A heading appears, as if slowly writing itself, \" The Death of Ignorance \" Then, faster and faster, the page is covered with precise, flowing handwriting, a philosophical treatise on the difference between knowledge and wisdom. Before you can get more than a general sense of what it's saying, the page turns again, filling itself with spell descriptions, and again, an explanation of fractions, and again, a detailed anatomy of a dire bear. You finally grab the paper and turn back to a previous page, only to find a completely different entry refilling the once again blank page. You close the book for now, and a voice like that in your dream seems to whisper in your ear, \" The Book of Infinite Knowledge \"\n\n Aaslyr: You find yourself wearing the most elegant wizard's robe you've ever seen. The swirls and lines of red upon the black cloth seem to shift slightly even as you watch them, so that from moment to moment the patterns are never exactly the same. You suddenly feel more confident about your appearance than you ever have before, and at the same time, you feel certain that you'll finally meet that special someone who appreciates you for your intellect and personality rather than your looks. A voice like that in your dream seems to whisper in your ear, \" The Robe of the Beautiful Mind \"\n\n Jack Queen: You hold in your hands a deck of cards unlike any you have seen before. The back of each card is an image of the very treasure room you just left, gold, jewels, weapons, armor, and objects both magical and mundane strewn about. Flipping over the deck in your hands, you see that each card contains a completely unique symbol, drawn with an artistic talent so incredible as to seem almost real. A gold dragon in flight, a broken heart, an arcane scroll, a knight on horseback, a bloody dagger. A flash of movement and you look back, did that knight just salute you? Did the dragon's wings beat? No, when you look at a single card, it is perfectly still, but you continue to catch little bits of movement out of the corner of your eye whenever you shuffle through the deck. Attempting to count the cards, you find that the deck itself plays tricks on you; cards you already counted reappear at the other end of the deck, cards in two separate piles seem to switch places when you aren't looking. Giving up, you turn to idly shuffling the deck. A voice like that in your dream seems to whisper in your ear, \" The Deck of Many Things \"\n\n Grum: You hold in your hand the most perfect mirror you've ever seen. It is an exact circle about the size of your hand, edged with gold overlayed on a wooden frame. The surface is completely unscratched, and touching it leaves no mark. Looking at yourself, you see two images of yourself occupying the same space. One is your normal appearance, but the reflection shimmers and a different version of you comes into focus. This version of you has fewer scars, all those born of the malice and cruelty of others, or your own mistakes, are gone, but those won through glorious battle remain. You feel confidently, unquestioningly, that this second image of you is somehow more true. While the others examine their newest possessions, you tilt the mirror this way and that, and it somehow guides you into discovering the proper angles to look at whatever you want to view in the room. Reflected in the mirror, each of the new items is surrounded by a faintly glowing aura. Josiah's necklace is surrounded by a halo of white, while Jack's book, Aaslyr robe, and Jack's deck of cards each give off a sort of dull gray light. You get a good feeling that now mean people will not trick you anymore, because you can see what is real. A voice like that in your dream whispers in your ear, \" The Mirror of Simple Truth \"\n\nEach of you realizes you have been granted something incredible. The voice speaks to you all one last time, \" Use these as you will, to become more truly who you are. \" Then, the dream-like feeling that has persisted even since you awoke ends, as if some enchantment has broken, and you all remember that you had plans for today. Jack Miller has asked you to accompany him to Oasis Nejev, to seek out the ruins of Jebel Badar. It sounds like a suitable adventure for a newly formed band such as yourselves, and this was the morning you were going to head out.\n\nYou are currently in a bedroom in the inn at Kerena, on the banks of Westwater. To the west, the desert stretches away, flat and barren. Oasis Nejev is about a week's travel from here, by foot, although many smaller oases and places to rest may be found along the way by those who know where to look. Outside, you hear the sounds of an unusual number of horses and wagons moving about, and people are already awake, eating and talking, judging by the voices coming from the common room down the hall.\n\nOOC:\n \n Spoiler \n\nPlease keep any OOC stuff you feel must be posted in this thread inside spoiler tags, including rolls.\n\nI may from time to time Private Message one or more of you with information that only your character knows, leaving it up to you to decide whether and how to share that information, so please check for new PM's from me before posting. You may also, of course, PM me actions your character is taking which are meant to be hidden from the other players, but remember that party backstabbing is generally discouraged. You've already had one adventure and at least somewhat like/respect each other.\n\nAt the moment, please make only one post until everyone has posted once, followed by a post from me. After that, feel free to post whenever your character has something to say or do. If I ever fast-forward (e.g. \"the next day...\") and there was something you wanted to do during that time that you didn't get to, tell me and I'll consider allowing it. Remember that roleplaying XP will be awarded, but that has more to do with quality than with quantity, so don't go overboard with details.\n\nOther info:\n\nYour items:\n \n Spoiler \n\nThese items are obviously unique and significant. Each has specific powers and even a backstory that your characters may attempt to discover. When appropriate, I will directly tell you about a power or a way to use your item, otherwise it is up to you to figure it out. As for the story behind each of them, you may make whatever knowledge checks you feel are appropriate (and you have ranks in) once per level in an attempt to recall some information. So, for example, if Josiah thinks Knowledge(history) and Knowledge(religion) might tell him something, and he has ranks in them, he may roll both types of checks now, and both again when he reaches level 2. You may also make knowledge checks about someone else's item, but that takes the place of a check about your own. You may also seek out information about these items in any other way you deem appropriate. I will let you know when and if you've ever discovered the entire story of an item. Finding out the backstory may give you clues as to how you can access more of the item's powers.\n\nSpecific crunch information available right now:\n\n Josiah: You gain one extra luck re-roll per day.\n\n Aaslyr: The robe negates your charisma penalty on any charisma-based skill check.\n\n Jack Miller: Flipping through the book in your free time and reading what ever it presents you adds to your knowledge. You gain a +1 competence bonus on all knowledge checks, and may treat all knowledge skills as \"trained.\"\n\n Grum: Outside of combat, you may use the mirror freely; just tell me when and what you're looking at with it and I'll respond with what you see. In combat, it takes a standard action to look at something with the mirror if it's already in your hand, and it provokes an attack of opportunity as you have to look away from your opponent long enough to find the right angle.\n\n Jack Queen: If readily available, drawing a card from the deck at random and throwing it on the ground is a standard action which does not provoke an attack of opportunity. You may also, of course, try to get someone else to draw a card at random from the deck while you hold it. This is NOT the Deck of Many Things listed in the DMG. This deck will cause many different magical effects, and while it does hold some danger, it is nowhere near as foolish to draw from this deck as compared to the one in the DMG.\n\nThese may or may not be all the powers available to you at the moment, and there may or may not be greater powers to come. *evil laugh*\n \n\n\nWhat you know about the map:\n \n Spoiler \n\nThe continent is roughly circular, with a hemisphere of mountains running from the central southern coast, up the west coast, and along to the far northeastern peninsula. All major rivers flow to the Inland Sea, a massive fresh-water lake with its own islands. Out of the Inland Sea flows Eastwater, which has carved a deep, snake-like canyon all the way to the east coast. The western third of the continent is almost completely desert, with Oasis Nejev being the only major city in the region, although villages and nomadic tribes have been known to come and go from the lesser springs and oases. The governments of the continent consist mainly of large city-states which rule themselves and an ever-changing area of nearby towns and villages, with the exclusion of the northeastern Kiljary Empire (ruled by only three or four different dynasties of human Kings for the last several hundred years) and the Elven lands on the southeastern shores of the Inland Sea, which seem to be united in some way, but their true form of government remains unknown to most non-elves. Territorial wars between city-states are not uncommon, although few dare challenge the borders established by the Kiljarian army.\n\nIf you want to know more about the geography, feel free to ask me, in which case I will decide if your character should know or if a knowledge(geography) check is required. Also, you may state things IC about the setting that your character would obviously know, for example, describing his birthplace.\n \n\n "
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"author": "Lepre_Khan",
"message": " \"Do not ask Why? Be cautious with How? Why? leads inexorably to paradox. How? traps you in a universe of cause and effect. Both deny the infinite,\" read Jack Miller.\n\n What the devil could this possibly mean? Isn't the Universe one of cause and effect? Things don't simply come into being. Turtles all the way down and what not. Jack sighed before continuing on, I've got so much to learn. This is damned informative, but damned vague. If only there was someway to control what it shows me. What good is it knowing that the ladies of Erkland courted the men who were kept in towers and bred for beauty if I never see another reference to Erkland? I must have heard of something like this at some point. I wonder. \n \n Spoiler \nKnowledge (History) (d20+12)[ 27 ] \nKnowledge (Arcana) (d20+9)[ 27 ] \nKnowledge (Planar) [roll]d20+9[/roll]\n \n\n \n Spoiler \nIf rolls get me no information/useless information I do the following, if they help me I seek to act on it\n \n\n Ah well. I suppose there's nothing to it. This is nice, and I'll have to check it out more, but for now I suppose I have an adventure to live. How terribly exciting this is. Jack frowns, Yes, I do believe it actually is terrible in the full literal sense. Odd progression of language that. \n\nMiller then sniffs the air, Ah, breakfast! Excellent! "
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"author": "Snowfall",
"message": " Aaslyr \n\nAaslyr spins around in his new robe, watching the colors twirl. This goes on for several minutes, like a dog chasing its tail, but Aaslyr does it quite gracefully.\n\n \"I do have a beautiful mind!\" Aaslyr exclaimed, more to himself than anyone else, \"That's what Melkin used to say, though I never thought it would be of much help unless someone cracked my head open and looked inside... a process for which I'm pretty sure I would not sit still!\" \n \"I've never seen anything like this, though I'm sure I remember reading something in a book once...\" Aaslyr ponders, and then out of habit he adds, \"I mean, I'm sure the magic in my blood will be attuned to this item...\" \n \n Spoiler \n\nKnowledge rolls\n Arcana - (1d20+8)[ 24 ] \n History - (1d20+5)[ 16 ] \n Nobility - (1d20+5)[ 25 ] \n Religion - (1d20+5)[ 19 ] \n Planes - (1d20+5)[ 11 ] \n \n\n\nSeeing all the other for the first time, with new items in hand, an almost comic scowl and note of concern finally registers on his face, \"I think we should be a bit concerned about this. Don't you think?\" "
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"author": "Khosan",
"message": " Jack Queen \n\nJack hadn't really noticed the scenery of the treasure room fade away to be replaced by the rather dull-in-comparison tavern he'd stayed the night in. He was too focused on trying to sort his deck of cards by suit and counting how many there were; a task so hopeless that it was doomed to failure not ten cards in when three of what Jack thought were jokers had popped up already. He finally caught on that something was up with the deck when he lost count at 187, with a pile of 'useless' cards that was several times larger than any of the suits he'd tried to organize. He filed the deck away in his mind as a stack of tarot cards, but gave the deck a good once-over, he had a feeling there was something different about it that was purposefully trying to keep him from accomplishing things with it.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Spellcraft - (1d20+5)[ 21 ] \n \n\n\nJack put all the cards back into a single pile, straightening out the edges with some difficulty, as it felt like some of the cards did not want to be in line with the others and were willing to fight off attempts to make them. A brief scuffle to stuff the cards into a pocket in his backpack later, Jack finally noticed he was not where he was when he got the cards.\n\n \"I do so hope they're serving bacon somewhere. Bacon and pancakes.\" Jack stared dreamily into a wall as images of pigs and wheat literally danced through his mind."
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"author": "Kyroswolf",
"message": "As Grum notices the second reflection of himself within the mirror his sadness wains. He stares in wonderment as he uses the mirror to scan the room. As the others examine their own items, he slips the mirror securely within his backpack, in a pocket where he does not believe it will break. \" Breakfast good, Jack. I hungry. Do Jack and Aaslyr and Josiah want to come with Jack and Grum to breakfast? \""
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"author": "stupnick",
"message": " Josiah \n \n Spoiler \n\ni apologize, i didn't see this was up, and this week has just been a hell week. my computer caught a virus and it's been gone for 6 days, ive been sneaking posts on my friends computers and at work when i can. but i am here... so i am sorry :(\n \n\n\nLooking down at her necklace, and realizing that she has once again been blessed by Tymora, She puts her necklace under her shirt, but not before allowing her fingers to caress the metal pendant and fully feel each crevace and peak on it. With her eyes closed she finally places it to rest, but not before a vision of the Pendant sits firmly in her mind.\n\nLooking around the room, seeing each of her companions with a blessed item of there own, and knowing that they too have recieved a gift from the gods, she smiles.\n\n It seems that Lady Luck has smiled on us all this morning and granted us each with a boon to assist us in our upcoming endeavors. I do not believe we should sit back and let the opportunity pass us by. Turning towards Grum, Yes, let's go get some nurishment and then purchase any left over supplies that we would be needing and use this blessing by the fates, as a sign that we should head out right away. "
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"author": "blue_fenix",
"message": "The party heads down to the common room of the inn and is served a barely edible breakfast of undercooked waffles and overcooked bacon, which is to say that Jack had not guessed too far wrong. The woman serving you appears to be in a particular hurry this morning, and looking around the room, you see far more people in the room than had been there any of the last few days you stayed in this normally quiet down. Nearby, one man in particular seems to be bartering with the innkeeper, and through the hubbub you barely make out mention of kegs of beer and coin amounts. As you consume your poorly prepared meal, some of you manage to recall some pertinent information regarding your recent acquisitions, which you share with the group.\n\n Jack Miller: You remember a story about a particular wizard by the name of Bartleby Brown who was considered one of the foremost arcanists in the entire Kiljary Empire around the time it was founded. He was known for two peculiarities which led to him being remembered in the history books. One was that he only took on apprentices who could manage to defeat a devilishly clever set of riddles, puzzles, mazes, and other such tests of knowledge and cunning. It is said that those who failed were regularly driven mad with the desire to know which question they answered wrongly, and what the answers were, which of course, Bartleby never revealed. His other oddity was a particular obsession with the idea of knowing quite literally everything. His published works consisted almost entirely of essays on the possibility of obtaining truly infinite knowledge. At the moment, you are at a loss as to what ever became of old Bartleby, although you seem to recall there was some controversy over his death.\n\n Aaslyr: You suspect that your robe may be operating on magical principles similar to those employed in a Cloak of Charisma, although you can't be certain for what ends precisely this robe was crafted. You recall many stories of wizards, nobles, royalty, leaders, and royal advisers who all had a particular ability to influence those around them in addition to good looks and a cunning mind, but at the moment you can't seem to narrow them down enough at the moment to suspect who specifically this robe might have belonged to in the past. Unique pieces of clothing are common enough amongst the nobility that any one robe in particular is unlikely to get remembered.\n\n Jack Queen: You know that at the very least some complicated illusion spells would have been required to make the deck display the unusual properties you have observed so far. Without actually seeing someone draw a card from it or using a card yourself, it would be very difficult to determine anything more specific.\n\nAs you finish eating, the innkeeper wraps up his business and walks over to your table. He looks you over and begins to calculate a bill in his head, muttering numbers and prices, \"..at one silver each...five plates of stew at three coppers, call it six with what that one probably ate, and...\" Suddenly, he looks at the group again a spark of recognition shows on his face, \"That's right, you lot, mayor paid for you in advance already, after that nasty business with the goblins. And there was something that man just said,\" he looks back toward where he was haggling a moment ago, but the other man is gone, \"Ah, well, whatever,\" he says, before rushing off to deal with more customers entering from their rooms."
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"author": "Snowfall",
"message": " Aaslyr \n\nAaslyr raised an eyebrow as the bartender rushes away, an action that caused half of his face and its associated shoulder to scrunch up, \"Well, that was quite a teasing thing to say! What did the man say that involved us, the mayor, or the goblins we vanquished? Well, if I remember right it was Grum that did the majority of the vanquishing, though the rest of us certainly did enough to earn free waffles...\" , he paused to look at the half-eaten meal on his plate, \"albeit, stale, chewy, maple-syrup-less waffles.\" \n\nThe elf shook his head and tried to get back on track, \"I hate teases. And I'm not fond of mysterious men talking about us either. Or strange voices whispering in my ear. Or burnt bacon. Someone should say something!\" With that Aaslyr got up to try to talk to the bartender, but then he stopped and looked back at the party, uncertain \"Umm, do you think he might be afraid of elves?\" "
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"author": "Lepre_Khan",
"message": " Jack Miller \n \n Spoiler \nSorry to be rather dense, but are we or are we not aware that the others have had this same sort of bizarre dream that we just had? If not, I'm to do the following.\n \n\n\nAt Aaslyr's words Jack picks his head up out of the pages of his book,\n \"Hold on there, Aaslyr. Strange voices do you say? What sort of strange voice? What did it say? Something about choosing perhaps? As a matter of fact, that's quite the robe you've got there. Where did you get it? Perhaps a strange voice bearing gifts?\" \n\nJack then reaches into his parchment filled satchel and pulls out a diary, half-filled with odd scribbles and charts; his well used inkpen, and a vial of ink. Pushing aside the remains of his breakfast, Miller leans forward anxious to hear what Aaslyr says.\n\n \n Spoiler \nI do the following if we are all aware the event involved all of us. If not, I'll do the crunch anyway once it comes to light we all had the same 'dream'. I'll just edit what I've said to suit the conversation a bit more.\n \n\n \"Whoa, steady on there chap. I'm sure he's fine with elves. Let's back up a bit though.What could that 'dream' have been? Who's voice? I'm certainly not a fan of having some 'higher' being mucking about in my mind.\" \n\nMiller pauses a moment and glances at his new book before continuing,\n\n \"Although, I will say nothing bad appears to have happened. Oh, what could it have been? I must know something .\" \n\nWith a sigh of frustration, Jack leans back flip absently through his new book hoping something useful will pop up.\n\n \n Spoiler \n Jack's going to see what he knows about visitations, divine or infernal emissaries, prophecies... anything of the sort. He'll then tell the party whatever that information may be.\nKnowledge History: [roll0]\nKnowledge Arcana: [roll1]\nKnowledge Divine: [roll2]\nKnowledge Planes: [roll3]\nBardic Knowledge: [roll4]\n \n\n \"I suppose the other question is what 'gifts', if they are indeed just that, did we all receive? I got this book here, fascinating thing. Seems to have everything ever written in here. It's just that, well, the order appears to be entirely random. No sense of chronology. Makes it damned difficult to read at times, I must say. Still, it is extraordinarily rewarding. I've learned things I've never imagined. \" \n \n Spoiler \n If Grum shows his mirror, I ask him if I can see it and make a Knowledge Divine check [roll5] and a Bardic Knowledge [roll6] check to see what I can find out for him.\n "
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"author": "stupnick",
"message": " Josiah \n Well Aaslyr, I don't believe he would have anything against elves. Why would he? Just because your waffles were stale and a little extra chewy, doesn't mean he doesn't like you. She says towards Aaslyr with a smirk on her face.\n\nLetting out a giggle, I'm just kidding with you, I believe we all got the short end of the breakfast stick, but that would just be fate evening itself out. In order for us to recieve these wonderful gifts we all got this morning, we had to have something be under par. \n Well Jack, I'm not sure exactly what your dream entaled, But mine was wonderful. I was standing in a dark room with out light, the only thing visible and illuminated was me. Then she spoke to me, what a soothing, entrancing voice. Questioning me, no, Testing me. She wanted to know 'Who I was', and then I was asked 'What is it I seek'. Finally happy that I gave the right answers to Lady Luck, the rest of the room was illuminated.\n\nFilled with Treasures beyond belief. 'Pick one, but choose wisely' Looking around one small box called to me. Upon me opening it, I was transported in a whirl of spinning colors back to the inn. Standing there in the room, I saw each one of us entranced almost. Each of us holding and looking at our new gift from the fates. \n\nAt this point Josiah reaches up to her neck for a silver chain. Running her hands down along underneath it, slowly a shape emerges from beneath her shift. A silver pendant, intrigetly carved brushes her hand, the light flickers off of it, turning those spots to pure gold. Finally her fingers embracing the stone, A gift from the Lady. Tymora's Luckstone.\n\nWell I do believe we should be moving as soon as possible, whether that be out towards the first Oasis, or up to the bar to find out who's been talking about us as he almost said. "
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"author": "Khosan",
"message": " Jack Queen \n\nJack sat upright in his chair, swinging his legs back and forth, creating a minor cacophony of jingling bells, as he paid the utmost attention to his breakfast. He hadn't had much except trail rations in the past couple of days, so undercooked waffles and slightly blackened bacon were preferable to another day of dried fruit and nuts, even to a weasel. The King managed to sneak a half strip of bacon into his mouth while Jack was occupied with the waffles.\n\nJack swallowed the last mouthful of food on his plate, while the King curled into a ball in the center of the table, \"I thought the food was good. I think the King liked it too,\" Jack poked the weasel's stomach, \"I think he needs a nap.\" Jack lifted his jingling cap off his head with one hand, and placed the King underneath it with the other.\n\n \"What's all this hubbub about dreams now?\" "
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"author": "Snowfall",
"message": " Aaslyr \n\nGaping at Josiah, Aaslyr responded, \"That sounds a lot like my dream, except the part about Lady Luck... two words that don't often go together in a sentence for me. You may be right about a price though, but then again this robe is too incredible, just like your book Jack, and your stone Josiah, and your mirror....\" Aaslyr brightened suddenly, distracted, \"Your mirror Grum! Can you hold it up so I can see how I look in my new robe?\" \n\nAaslyr lifted up his robe like a skirt and started to scurry around the table to Grum, but then caught himself, \"Umm, I meant to say, that these gifts are very wonderful, and although the waffles were bad, they weren't THAT bad. So I doubt our price has been paid... but perhaps that man knew something.\" Aaslyr noticed that he was still holding up his robe and he let go of it with a frown. \"I don't think he had a treasure room in his pocket though.\" "
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"author": "Kyroswolf",
"message": " Grum \n\nThe orc stares wide eyed as the conversation goes quite over his head. He devours the food offered him and also snatches any uneaten morsels from his companions plates. He finally speaks up when his addled brain catches the gist of the conversation.\n\n\" I had dream. Nice voice asked Grum questions. Told Grum to take whatever I wanted. I took this mirror. It makes Grum look heroic. Takes away my bad scares. \" Upon mentioning his mirror, Grum pulls it from his pocket and offers it to the others to look at."
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"author": "Lepre_Khan",
"message": " Jack Miller \n\nAs soon as the words leave Grum's mouth, Jack grabs the mirror from the barbarians hands. \"You don't mind if I look at this, right?\" \n\nNot bothering to wait for a response Miller begings to poke and prod at the mirror, looking at it from every angle. All the while he keeps muttering to himself, \"No, it can't be that mirror. That hung from a wall. Mirror mirror on the wall, and then it said the truth. It wasn't mirror mirror in my pocket, show me the truth or else I'll...knock it? I don't know. Anyway, it could be related of course. Mirrors and truth spells have a long history. And of course, the fact that it shows Josiahs gift as white implies that it might show things from a 'holy' point of view. That makes sense, a dream-like visitation is a typlical divine modus operandi . Oh blast, it's just on the tip of my tongue. \n \n Spoiler \nLet's try to, at least once, get a roll made right the first time, eh?\nKnowledge: Divine (d20+9)[ 12 ] \nBardic Knowledge (d20+5)[ 6 ] \n\nUnless my book gives +1 to the Bardic Knowledge too, then tis +6\nWhatever I find out I immediatly tell Grum\n \n\n \"Now Jack, you say you didn't have a dream? No shadowy voices, mysterious gifts, or strange otherworldy treasure rooms?\" As he speaks Miller seems to grow more and more excited, his voice rising in pitch and volume, and his eyes growing wider. He's now living an adventure, just like those he's studied! Like Sir Erik the Knight of Glass, or perhaps Robin of Loxley, the bandit of the southlands. Yet still, the thought of 'divine' intervention was a little nervewracking."
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"author": "Khosan",
"message": " Jack Queen \n\nJack's head perked up a bit at the mention of the items the others had received, but promptly lowered it as his experience and rewards came into question. \"I got something,\" his voice took on a darker tone, \"I got something, alright. It's in my backpack, but the thing scares me. It's...Powerful. Like a, uh...I can't explain it like it deserves.\" \n\nJack reached down to his backpack and popped open the pocket he'd put the cards in and, for a moment, swore he saw them shuffling together, trying to organize themselves. He eyed the deck warily, briefly mulling over what his tombstone would say if a deck of cards saw fit to attack him en masse, before reaching in and removing a single card from the deck and tossing it face up on to the table.\n\n \"Whole deck of 'em. Dunno how many there are. They keep changing around 'n' stuff.\" "
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"author": "blue_fenix",
"message": "Grum explains to Jack Miller in his simple way the things he saw in the mirror earlier, but all Miller sees in the mirror is exactly what one would expect from a normal reflection, no auras, nothing unusual at all. Aaslyr catches a glimpse of himself in it, but instead of his own face, he sees the face of one of his handsomest cousins, one whose looks and luck with the ladies was much envied. As Jack continues to turn the mirror, however, Aaslyr is unable to see the reflective side for a moment, and when it turns back toward him, he sees only himself in the mirror.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\n Drawing a random card - (1d1000)[ 354 ] \nThe fact that I rolled a d1000 should in no way, shape, or form influence any conclusions you may draw regarding the actual number of cards in the deck.\n \n\n\nJack Queen pulls a card out out of the deck and tosses it onto the table. It lands face up, and the party sees the image of a falcon in flight. The image begins to move, and the falcon flaps his wings for a moment before the card shimmers and disappears. To everyone's surprise, Jack Queen is now wearing a falconer's leather glove, and a hooded and tethered hunting falcon sits on his arm. The bird's weight and the grip of its talons are convincingly real. No one in the inn aside from your own group seems to have noticed this strange occurrence. The falcon shakes its feathers a little and then tucks its beak under one wing, seemingly content to just roost for the moment."
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"author": "Kyroswolf",
"message": " Grum \n\nGrum's eyes go wide as he sees the bird appear perched upon Jack. He claps his hands while bouncing in his seat like and excited child. \" Do it again, Jack, do it again. \" He soon calms as he reclaims his mirror and uses it to examine Jack's new bird."
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"author": "blue_fenix",
"message": "In the mirror, Grum sees the falcon slowly fade and disappear, although when looks at Jack directly, the falcon is still there. Looking in the mirror again, the falcon is there, but slowly fades and disappears the same way again."
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"author": "Kyroswolf",
"message": " Grum \n\nThe simpleton orc becomes oblivious to the conversation around him as he becomes totally enthralled in repeatedly watching the falcons disappearing act in the mirror."
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"author": "Lepre_Khan",
"message": " Jack Miller \n\nWhen the bird first appears, Miller jumps back a bit, startled by the sudden appearance of a rather fierce raptor in the middle of what was his breakfast. As the bird remains calm, Jack warily regains his seat reaching out with a spoon to touch the bird, hoping to pierce the illusion. After the spoon is snatched away by the raven he slams his book closed and stands up, \"Josiah, what game is your 'goddess' playing at? Whatever it is, tell her I'm not playing. Come on, let's get to the Oasis.\" \n\nSuddenly self conscious,-when did the inn get this full anyway-Jack lowers his voice and visibly deflates. \"Eh-heh...sorry about that. What I meant was, we should try to make time while we've got light. It's a long trip, we can spend time trying to decipher our 'gifts' on the way. I'm sure there's more treasure there, and if I can find a library in the ruins I'm sure there will enough knowledge there to help us figure out anything about these baubles.\" "
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{
"author": "Snowfall",
"message": " Aaslyr \n\nAaslyr too jumped back at the sight of the bird, and a small head poked out of his robe, hissing. But upon seeing the falcon, Drake quickly dove back into Aaslyr's robe.\n\n \"That's it!\" Aaslyr exclaimed, and he turned on his heels to find the innkeeper. Stalking the busy innkeeper across the room, he tried to get the man's attention, waving his arms up and down like a flightless bird.\n\n \"Excuse me Mr. proprietor, can you tell us what you were going to tell us before you rushed off, about that man who rushed off after talking with you, because we'd hate to rush off before knowing what you both rushed off without saying.\" Aaslyr spoke rapidly, his words stumbling over themselves. Drawing in a deep breath he added, \"And if you're not in too much of a rush, can you tell us if he in fact had anything weird in his pockets, like my friend's new falcon for instance? Not the actual falcon, I mean, but something that might have led to the place that held the item which brought the falcon? \" "
},
{
"author": "Kyroswolf",
"message": " Grum \n\nAs Grum continues to observe falcons disappearance in his mirror. \" Pretty birdy go bye bye, \" he mumbles during one of the vanishing acts."
},
{
"author": "Khosan",
"message": " Jack Queen \n\nJack had stared at the card as it landed, but that stare was nothing in comparison to the stare he now gave the bird roosting on his arm. Sure, he'd seen hawkers before, he'd seen hawks up close and even had one eat a piece of jerky out of his hand once. This, however, did nothing to help Jack deal with the intense fear he felt of the magically-spawned hawk, not two feet from his eyes, from a deck of cards that he felt wasn't trustworthy. The only response he was capable of forming was a small series of whimpers. Enough to disturb the King, as it turned out, who poked his head out from beneath Jack's cap long enough to hiss at the hawk, before hiding behind the fabric of the cap."
},
{
"author": "blue_fenix",
"message": "The innkeeper looks at Aaslyr blankly, rather stunned, in fact, by his ridiculous-sounding request. Taking a moment to gather his wits, he glances around the room and back at the party's table and seems somewhat disturbed by the sight of a falcon that wasn't there before. Turning back to Aaslyr, he finally manages to speak, \"I, I, um, I don't know where that thing came from and, uh, I'd appreciate it if, ah, you took it out of here as quick as you can. And that, that man, uh..\" He taps his fingers against his skull, \"Ah, right! He had heard about you, ah, local heroes, as it were, and asked if I could point you out. He, uh, I think he said he'd try to catch you as you leave, too much hubbub in here, eh?\" The innkeeper then turns and walks quickly away from Aaslyr and through the nearest door, muttering to himself in a manner consistent with someone who thinks they're the only sane one left."
},
{
"author": "stupnick",
"message": " Josiah \n Well, it appears like our only course of action at the moment is to head out for the Oasis "
},
{
"author": "Snowfall",
"message": " Aaslyr \n\nAaslyr shrugged at the fleeing innkeeper and turned back to the party.\n\n \"I think you're right Josiah, we'll let that man find us if he wants. He probably had nothing to do with our dream any ways, or with the chewy bacon. I'm still suspicious, mind you, but on to the Oasis I say!\" \n\nScratching his head for a moment, Aaslyr added \"Are we going to need some supplies? I could ask the innkeeper, but I'm not sure I'll find him again.\" "
},
{
"author": "Lepre_Khan",
"message": " Jack Miller \n\nA bit frustrated that nobody lept up to follow him, Jack looks gratefully towards the priestess.\n\n Yes, good. The Oasis! Think of the treasure! The glory! Grum, you think that mirror is cool? Wait 'til you see these ruins, they'll have treasures you can't even begin to imagine. We just have to get there soon! \n\nAs he finishes, Miller turns and starts to leave the inn. Before he reaches the door, he spins and heads back to pick up his pack, and then again spins and leaves the inn."
},
{
"author": "Kyroswolf",
"message": " Grum \n\n\" Yes, Jack, I like Grum's new mirror. Grum will go with Jack and Aaslyr. I'm ready for adventure. \"\n\nThe orc shows surprising genteelness as he replaces the mirror, then shows his barely known strength as he hefts his falchion over one shoulder and follows his companions outside."
},
{
"author": "Snowfall",
"message": " Aaslyr \n\nSeeing his friends heading out the door, Aaslyr ran to grab his gear, shoving a book into his pack. The book would have looked like any other wizardly tome, except that large bold blue letters had been carefully painted across the front: \"Tome of the Great Sorcerers - Histories not Spells\" .\n\nLifting his bow, he rushed out the door.\n\n \"Wait for me, Grum!\" "
},
{
"author": "Khosan",
"message": " Jack Queen \n\nJack, at the mention of leaving, quickly picked up the blank card the hawk had left behind and shoved it into an empty pocket. He slid off his chair daintily, so as to not disturb the hawk, and kept his arm as straight as he could with his head turned the other way, so as to protect his eyes from the pointy, pointy beak.\n\n \"Leaving? Yes, yes. Let's do that. The bird may leave then.\" "
},
{
"author": "blue_fenix",
"message": " \n Spoiler \n\n\n \n Originally Posted by Khosan \n Jack Queen \nJack, at the mention of leaving, quickly picked up the blank card the hawk had left behind and shoved it into an empty pocket. \n \n\nActually, there is no blank card. The card fully and totally disappeared.\n \n\n\nStepping outside the inn, the party finally sees what all the hubbub has been about this morning. A large merchant caravan arrived in town late the night before, and now the wagons stretch from one end of the town to the other. A few men in expensive clothing appear to be trading with the townsfolk, and guards are taking it in turns to slip into the inn for a bite to eat. Jack's falcon seems to perk up a bit and takes off. He circles overhead, but is clearly reluctant to travel far from his master.\n\nOne man in particular approaches you, and you quickly recognize him as the man who was talking about you earlier. In the lighter, less crowded environment outside, you see that he is wearing a white robe and turban distinctive of a particular desert culture, and his skin is deeply tanned. He gestures with his hands as he speaks with a fairly thick accent, which indicates he is more comfortable with the desert speech than with Common, \"Hello, friends, friends, I being Jasar, owner of caravan that you see. I buy, sell, trade, you understand. Anywho, we, ah, being attacked by goblins the, how you say, yesterday. I am losing guards, good men. People say to me here 'We have heroes, killed the goblins' so I says 'I must have heroes!' So, a deal, I think, for you. You be guards for me, here to Oasis Nejev, being my home. A week's travel. I give food, water, a silver a day, and if is fighting, I pay you more when I is arriving home.\" Jasar pauses a moment to let you consider his offer.\n\nJust then, a pretty girl, looking to be in her late teens and with a similar style of dress to Jasar walks up and hugs him from behind. Her skin is dark, her hair long and straight, and her features striking. Jasar smiles and takes her hand, pulling her around him before introducing her to the party. \"Ah, this is my Yolanda, my daughter. She being beautiful like her mother, no? She is wanting to see world, so I says 'Come with me and caravan for a time,' but I am thinking too many men see she is beautiful. I is to be happier when she is safe at home. So, what you say? There is a deal?\" Yolanda winks charmingly at you, but it's very hard to tell if she's aiming at anyone in particular.\n\nFinding no prey nearby, the falcon returns and lands on Jack again.\n\n \n Spoiler \n\nJack Queen, if you hold out your arm, the falcon will land on the glove again, otherwise it will try to land elsewhere on you.\n "
},
{
"author": "Snowfall",
"message": " Aaslyr \n\nUpon seeing Yolanda, Aaslyr feels a painfully familiar sensation: a thudding in his chest, a giant frog in his throat, and a sudden desire to be anywhere but where his two feet and sensibilities have abandoned him. Staring at Yolanda, he begins to stammer,\n\n \"A d-d-deal? With a d? With us? Through the desert? The one with all the sand? Sand, which really was giant rocks at one point, mountains really, that got ground down after ages and ages of pretty girls walking over them... well the pretty girls didn't wear them down, feet like yours are much too cute and petite and smooth.... Eh, umm, it was time really, with water, and ice, and yes there was ice once in the desert, whole oceans of it, but not anymore today, not even enough to cool your drinks or to refresh you while you're taking a bath in an oasis... or dripping... droplets of- umm, ah...\" \n\nAaslyr stops abruptly, a wave of red breaking out on his face, starting at his ears and spreading quickly to his cheeks. A sudden image of beads of water sliding slowly over unseen dimples has popped into Aaslyr's head, overwhelming him. Trying to recover, and realizing he hasn't breathed in an awfully long time, Aaslyr draws in a deep breath, but accidently inhales a mouthful of dust. Hacking and coughing, the elf flees behind Grum.\n\n \"Help!\" Aaslyr whispers urgently into his big friend's ear."
},
{
"author": "Kyroswolf",
"message": " Grum \n\nThe large orc blinks rapidly as he enters the bright sunlight outside. He has never been able get past his races sensitivity. Once he is able to see Grum stares wide eyed at the bazaar around him. Aaslyr's studdering brings the mostly gentle giants attention back to his friends.\n\n\" Is Aaslyr ok? Why does Aaslyr need Grum's help? Oh, it's another pretty lady. Hello, lady. \" Grum waves enthusiastically and raises his voice way more than the distance called for. \" Lady, Grum's friend Aaslyr thinks your are pretty. Aaslyr doesn't know how to tell Lady so I tell Lady. That is Jack, Jack, and Josiah. They Grum's friends too. Would you like to be Grum's friend? \"\n\nAll of this comes out in Grum's usual rapid fire speech."
},
{
"author": "Khosan",
"message": " Jack Queen \n\nAs soon as the hawk left his hand, Jack relaxed visibly. No longer was his face twisted to the side to avoid any undue pecking that may or may not occur. He let his arm droop back to his side as he ambled along behind everyone else.\n\nThe exchange in dialogue from his friends prompted a grin from the halfling. He thought it was funny, partly because he hadn't seen Yolanda, positioned as he was behind everyone else, and also because it was just amusing seeing their reactions.\n\n \"Hi,\" Jack stepped out from behind Grum and caught sight of Yolanda, \"Oh. So that's what the...Right. Hello to you too.\" He grinned sheepishly, \"I'm Jack Queen. This is the King,\" Jack raised his cap and pointed at the sleeping weasel underneath, \"The stuttering elf is Aa-Ah!\" \n\nJack jumped as the hawk landed on his pointing arm, triggering Jack to revert back to the quivering mess he was before, \"It just won't leave me alooone!\" "
},
{
"author": "stupnick",
"message": " Josiah \n\nFinally coming out of the inn, dragging behind most of his friends, Josiah catches sight of Yolanda. Walking up to the girl he takes her hand and plants a kiss on it. Well Good Morning Sweetheart, What do we owe this pleasure today? \n\nSeeing what's unfolding, Josiah takes a smirk as he sees Aaslyr stumbling over his words and hiding behind Grum, and also Jack's reaction towards the hawk once again...\n\n Ah, a Caravan has come to town, I wonder what they have to offer, and if there are any games of \"chance\" being played. Anyone up for taking a look with me, or should we head out towards the Oasis immediately? "
},
{
"author": "Kyroswolf",
"message": " Grum \n\nSeeing Jack's reaction to the bird, Grum pulls out his mirror. \" Look, Jack. Bird is Not Bird. Look in Grum's Mirror. Not Bird not in mirror. Jack not need be afraid. \""
},
{
"author": "Lepre_Khan",
"message": " Jack Miller \n\nShaking his head and grinning at the antics of his companions, Jack walks over to Jasar and says, in fluent, accent-less, 'desert speak':\n\n \n Spoiler \n Hello friend Jasar. I am Jack Miller, a scholar of forgotten lore. These are my companions, stalwart adventurers all, and we are honored by your offer. I'm certain that we will accept--though, of course, as we have no leader I must discuss with the rest of them first. Allow me to complete our oft-interrupted interruptions, err...introductions: The merry halfling there is Jack Queen, and his familiar King. The large fellow you see with the axe is Grum, the true might of our company. The elf hiding behind Grum is Aaslyr, our eloquent sorceror and the gambler here is Josiah, divine servant of Tymora. As he speaks, Jack points out each person as they're named.\n \n\n\nThose of you who don't speak 'desert speak' all see Miller speaking in gibberish to Jasar, then gesturing at each one of you in turn. He then motions the party into a huddle and whispers, I say we go for it. We needed a guide anyway...to be paid for our trouble is more than I could have hoped! Just mind your manners around his daughter. She's very pretty, but we don't need any trouble with Jasar. He's our employer, and our best road to the Oasis. "
},
{
"author": "Snowfall",
"message": " Aaslyr \n\nRegaining his breath, and steadfastly not looking at Yolanda, Aaslyr peeks around Grum to say to Jasar, \"In other words, we would love to help out.\" \n\nHe then pulls out his book and buries his nose in it."
},
{
"author": "Lepre_Khan",
"message": " Jack Miller \n\nSpeaking mostly to himself Miller mutters, \" Yes, well...it would appear that not all adventures are as glorious as those of Taliesen and his noble companions. \"\n\nBack in Desert Speak Jack speaks to Jasar, \n Spoiler \n My apologies for my companions enthusiasm. Still, that energy is certainly a valuable trait in a guard, yes? \n "
}
] |
[
{
"author": "ArenaManager",
"message": " Arena Tournament, Round 23: Grock vs. Nirmian \n Map \n \n Spoiler \n\n \n \n\n XP Award: 300 XP\n GP Award: 300 GP\n\n Grock - Morbius \n KCiemir - Nirmian \n All combatants, please roll initiative. "
},
{
"author": "Morbius",
"message": "Not sure if I will buy anything before the match starts\n initiative - (1d20+6)[ 10 ] \n\nEDIT: Hum... KCiemir is away from the forums since january... I wonder if I will win this one by default too ¬¬"
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": "Its likely. Sometimes I set these matches up knowing its just a formality. People still deserve the chance though..."
},
{
"author": "Paladin Latham",
"message": " High Ref Paladin Latham \n\nNirmian is disqualified for inactivity.\n\n Grock is declared the winner and recieves his well earned loot. 😁"
}
] |
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