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[User]
 "On the house, you say?"  Volun asked, a faint smile of pleasure manifesting as he smells the aroma of the food.  "That is very kind of you. I Accept with pleasure."

 Glancing down at Lomop, Volun let out a chuckle at the little man, standing on a stool. While he had grown fond of both his peculiar companions during their travels, the little man who strode so happily through a world so much bigger than him never failed to make Volun happy, with his chipper, energetic personality that so differed from Volun's own.  "Why not take a stout as well, since our host has been so kind as to offer? A beer is all well and good, but nothing quite beats a drink that really fills your belly. Like a whole meal in itself."  He said, before taking a deep chug of his mug, sighing contentedly as he put it back down.
While he mostly had the look of an orc, he loved a good brew as much as any dwarf, and it was one of the few things that he was willing to let go of his rationality to enjoy fully. Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, he carefully dabbed the foam that escaped his lips away from his chin, lest it dripped into his beard. Keeping it clean was serious business. Another thing he'd inherited from the stunty side of the family.

[User] Sivryn hefts the heavy stoneware mug that had been set in front of him and downs a hearty gulp.  "What's the celebration about? Unusual to see a place this fine giving away good food and drink like this."

[User] "A tradition, well guess we call it a Holiday, plus Gurlock is coming today with his very rare brew, Old Chaotic Neutral. Everything is on the house! Best brew around Nestora! "  As Tain was quite serving the brews non-stop.

[User] "Free? Well in that case... Let's start at A and let's see how far we'll get."  Lomop's grins looks like it is in danger of splitting his skull from sheer size.

[User] "Gurlock said you would "hook us up." Any idea what he meant by that?"


[User]
 It's cold, here on the streets of Dunwall. And raining. You're in the middle of the street in the slums, and are soaking wet. You might die if you don't get some food and shelter soon.

What will you do?

[User]
 Grillan takes another step and feels the cold mud embrace his foot as he is heading towards lower class quarters. Countless times during these last two days he has reconsidered going back on his decision on not joining Cullen and countless times his anger of Cullen's ignorance of Morec's teaching has flared up and given him the determination to stick with his choice. Only today, however, has the screaming of his stomach overcome his pride and as what seems to be a last resort he is hoping that begging can save him.

Arriving at his intended spot he collapses towards a wall and for a long moment enjoys just resting.

After sitting for a while the cold creeps in on him. He moves his hands rapidly up and down his arms before letting them rest around his body in a tight embrace, in a fools hope that that will make him warmer. The thought of warmth makes his thoughts drift away to just a couple of days ago.
He remembers sitting close to the warm fire with Morec who were teaching him yet another song. The thought of the situation makes him briefly smile despite of the situation. He really liked Morec. The thoughts of his old teacher both fills him with happiness and sadness.

Melancoly words and sorrowful tones passes out his lips as he tries to escape the world in dwelving in yesteday:
 "In every life there comes a time
Where there are no more tears to cry
We must leave something dear behind
There ain't no ash will burn."
He starts out the sing with the third verse as an intro before singing the song all the way through. As he goes a long the theme of the song resonates within him and helps him escape his screaming stomach.

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Performance roll:  (1d20+5)[ 7 ]

[User] A passerby snarls  Shut up!  as you sing, and a few others give you a wide berth, but no one seems impressed, and certainly not enough to give you coin or food.

[User]
 Grilian feels hurt by the sharp reaction and becomes quiet. He'll keep looking at bypassers with a pleading look while considering other options that doesn't include stealing.

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Persuasion after 1 hour:  (1d20+7)[ 17 ]

[User] After nearly an hour of agonizing waiting, a short, motherly looking dwarf approaches you.  What's wrong, sweetie?

[User] Grilian almost unconciously puts on his best puppy eyes, which are pretty good after years of practice, and says with an pathetic and truthful voice:  "I'm cold and hungry" , squizing his arms slightly tight around him to emphasize the first.

[User] Oh you poor dear!  she says.  Here-come with me.  She leads you to a small blacksmith's in the lower-lcass district and bustles you inside, grabbing a loaf of bread and a hunk of cheese as she does.  Eat up!  she says.

[User]
 Grilian is initially a bit hessitant in following her but quickly his suspecion is defeated by his stomach and he decides to follow her although he is ready to jump away if she reaches for her axe.

He varily graps the cheese and bread and watches her for a moment before eating it almost without giving himself time to chew. He'll pay attention to what she does in the meantime.

[User]
 She busies herself with forge, stoking the flames though keeping them low. The house is luxuriously warm, especially compared to the rain outside.

 So tell me,  she says,  What's your name?

[User]
 Grilian now warm and full takes a moment to consider his options before answering:  "My name is Grilian" , then  "What is yours?"
He can't really figure out why she would take him in like this but have decided to play along for the time being.

[User] Arianna,  the woman says.  Now, I suspect you've still got a little suspicioun-no one does anything for free after all. Now, that's wrong, but this time I actually do need some help. My son recently left to become an advennturer, and I could use some help around the forge.

[User] Grilian looks at her for a long moment, debating whether he trusts her or not but eventually decides that having a warm place with food sounds good:  "I could help you."

[User] Excelent!  she says with a wide smile, and opens her arms for a hug.

[User]
 Grilian hessitates for a long moment before returning the hug.
After it he's unsure of what to do and decides to just sit around and enjoy being warm and full.


[User] Khora-Chthonia IC


[User]
 The Whispering Wastes IC

  Day 1

[User]
 Ravenkaw walked grimly through the streets.  They had been cheated, and that's all there was to it.  To say this town was worth over a million gold was an exaggeration, filled with cripples and whores the lands were ill suited to his needs.  Still, they would mend the land, sculpting it to their needs.

His shoes clipped against the ground sharply with every step.  Rulers could not rule from the shadows, that had been the mistake of the land's former ruler, and Ravenkaw didn't intend to repeat it.  Retaining his cold composure he falls into line with a conglomerate of his undead followers.  The nonmilitant forces were devised to search all the undiscovered land, twelve teams of ten with rulers encouraged to accompany a team of their choosing in order to give a sense of presence in politics to the people.

Ravenkaw himself took the North, sending the Baron to the West by Northwest compass direction.

[User]
 Ravenkaw travels most of the day and finds it hard work, the hills kept going up and down, up and down.

The first day found nothing of importance.
(1/3)

1

Barron takes off and encounters a wild pack of bears, they saunter off after sniffing the air and not wanting to engage...whatever it was they smelled.

After that it was rather quiet.
(1/2)

1

Lamort moves into the woods SW of the city, other than it being eerily quiet, you encounter nothing.
(1/2)

1

Ty'lll'yn'rh'lf'kj, Gungrim and the veritable legion of warriors that follow trundle through the forest to the SE of the city. Nothing overtly happens, except for a strange silence.
(1/3)

1

Warforged 1: Hills due NW of the city
ERROR....****UNKNOWN****, //REDACTED*/n\ ****

Warforged 2: Hills due W of the city
Uneventful

Warforged 3: Woods due SW of the city
N++/*1x()), VOID*****ERROR* Return 0

Warforged 4: Plains due SE of the city
Uneventful

Warforged 5: Plains due E of the city
Uneventful

Warforged 6: Hills due NE of the city
Uneventful

Warforged 7: Plains due NNE of the city
-----------------

  Day 2

[User]
 OOC

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What of the warforged that explored all the other directions?  😛

[User]
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Updated, curious, how are you keeping track of them?

[User]
 ooc
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Well it takes a day to explore, but they can probably move faster as runners ay?  😛


[User]
 The crowd is in an uproar as the two contestants are brought into the arena and unshackled in their opposing corners. The gigantic gates behind each of them would usually close with a deafening din of metal and stone, but any sound the gates would make is drowned out by those seeking entertainment. Both of them knew to expect this, but actually experiencing it was something else entirely. As the two fighters prepare to defend their lives, Whalicus is the first of the blocks.  Some in the crowd cheer for their champion, but others hiss and boo, wanting to see him knocked off the throne as quickly as he took it.

Whalicus, you're up! Failure to respond by 1/11/14 will result in holding your initiative. If you can't get up an IC post by then, just check in to let us know.

 Initiative Rolls
 @smasher0404:

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 Please don't forget the 4 force damage taken in Fight 1 vs. Kristoff.  Please update your current HP on your sheet ASAP.

Please DO forget it.  Healed in the last fight via Martial Spirit.

[User]
 @dm

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whalicus shouldnt have any damage because he healed using martial spirit during the full attack (i apologize for lack of formatting and grammar I'm typing from my cell)

[User]
 @smasher0404:

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Mea culpa, I forgot about that.

[User]
 Whalicus rushes yet again out of the starting area shouting  "WHALICUS THE STRONGEST THERE IS!I WILL CRUSH YOU WITH MANLY RAGE!ARRRRR!"

Actions:

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Free Action:Draw Greatsword
Standard and Move Action: Double move to T8
Swift:Reassume Martial Spirit Stance if not already assumed

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 (1d5)[ 1 ]
 (1d5)[ 2 ]  (If maneuver is already granted use one higher with 5 looping back to 1)
Granted:
1.Stone Vise
2.Charging Minotaur
Readied:

3.Crusader's Strike
4.Battle Leader's Charge
5.Vanguard Strike

Expended:
None! (Yay)

[User]
 (OOC: Sorry for the delay in posting, I must have forgotten to subscribe.)

Golnamoth steps forward and draws his sword, a massive blade as big as most grown men. He shouts back,  "You think you're so strong? I've fought bigger! Come and try me!"

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Move to E-16, drawing his sword as a free action during the move. Ready an action to rage and attack if Whalicus gets to 10' away.

[User]
 Whalicus Continues to rush shouting with even more manly rage  "Ha Puny Man think he can best Whalicus, Puny Man more Foolish than Previously Thought!"

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Standard and Move Action Double Move to T16

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  (1d3)[ 1 ]
Granted:
Stone Vise
Charging Minotaur
1.Crusader's Strike
Readied:

2.Battle Leader's Charge
3.Vanguard Strike

Expended:
None! (Yay)

[User] The two fighters posture and shout at each other, and all the egging on gets the crowd going.  All of the yelling causes them to make a din of their own, and the entire arena is bristling with sound.

[User]
 "Let's see who's puny now!"  Golnamoth calls back. He seems to double in size as he charges forward, roaring.

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Free action: Rage. As a Goliath, this means I become Large.
Special Action: Charge to intersection P/Q-16/17 and attempt to sunder Whalicus' weapon.
 (1d20+27)[ 32 ]  (I'm ignoring the +4 for my size because we're both Large.)

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 Deal  (2d8+17)[ 24 ]  damage.

[User]
 Whalicus Screeches at the attempt at sundering Whalicus' weapon

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Attack of Opportunity: (1d20+14)[ 26 ]
Damage: (3d6+13)[ 23 ]

Opposed Sunder Roll  (1d20+18)[ 34 ]
Weapon isn't destroyed either way (will post remainging hp when i have a chance

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Full Attack(Attack/Damage)
Attack 1: (1d20+14)[ 23 ]
Damage 1: (3d6+13)[ 23 ]
Attack 2: (1d20+9)[ 21 ]
Damage2: (3d6+13)[ 22 ]

Manuvers to be updated later

[User]
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  (1d2)[ 1 ]
Granted:
Stone Vise
Charging Minotaur
Crusader's Strike
1.Battle Leader's Charge
Readied:

2.Vanguard Strike

Expended:
None! (Yay)

[User]
 Originally Posted by smasher0404
 Attack of Opportunity

Oh yeah, I have Improved Sunder, so no AoO.

Golnamoth is down 45hp.

Growling incoherently, Golnamoth swings at Whalicus' sword again.

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Another sunder attempt:  (1d20+25)[ 38 ]  (still omitting the +4 for size as we're both Large)
Damage:  (2d8+17)[ 27 ]

[User]
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Anti-Sunder Check  (1d20+18)[ 31 ]  (cmon natural 20!)

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5/20 hp remaining

Whalicus screams "You Dare Attempt to break Whalicus' sword!"

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Full Attack!
 (1d20+14)[ 23 ]
 (1d20+13)[ 15 ]
 (1d20+9)[ 14 ]
 (1d20+13)[ 18 ]

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Question: Can I use Martial Spirit to heal my weapon?(Worth a shot at asking 😛)

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Granted:
Stone Vise
Charging Minotaur
Crusader's Strike
1.Battle Leader's Charge
2.Vanguard Strike
Readied:

Expended:
None! (Yay)

[User]
 Golnamoth is down 78. He's not looking too good. He growls something and you can make out the words " SMASH " and " PUNY SWORD " and " FACE ".

And trying again:

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Sunder attempt:  (1d20+25)[ 39 ]
Damage:  (2d8+17)[ 22 ]

[User]
 Whalicus shouts, tears pouring out of his eyes,  "YOU! BROKE! MY! SWORD!"  Thrashing out with his tail

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Full Attack With Tail Attack

Attack 1: (1d20+13)[ 26 ]
 (1d4+12)[ 14 ]
Attack 2: (1d20+8)[ 13 ]
 (1d4+12)[ 14 ]

 Spoiler: Maneuvers Granted/Expended/Readied DM EYES ONLY

Granted:
Stone Vise
Charging Minotaur
Crusader's Strike
1.Battle Leader's Charge
2.Vanguard Strike
Readied:

Expended:
None! (Yay)

[User]
 @smasher0404:

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Since the tail attack is a natural attack, you don't gain iterative attacks with it.  Even still, your first attack with it put down your opponent.

Whalicus squeals the song of his people as his weapon is shattered by Golnamoth.  However, he's got more than his sword to fight for him.  He spins around, slapping Golnamoth upside the head with his tail.  The goliath's skull cracks as he lands on the stone floor, and the stony warrior slowly bleeds to death.

 Whalicus wins!


[User] New Republic of Thorns IC


[User]
 The sun shone down through the leaves of spring, dappling the companions faces as they moved through the thick wood of the Fangorn forest.
Rumored to be the home of spirits, moving trees, and all sorts of sorcery, the merchants, perched snugly in the seat of their cart, grumbled quite a deal at having to come this way, though they full knew that following the  to be the sensible thing to do, if they wanted to ever reach the vales of Anduin.
From Rohan, and Underharrow had these men come, and they wished to meet with their fellows, to together make their way along their route, through Mirkwood, and eventually to Esgaroth, a journey of many, many months.
The day was a fine one, though you would not have guessed it, by the moaning, and the sky was clear, the sun was bright and glad, and a faint breeze brought the scent of spring, and moist earth.

[User]
 It was hardly an ideal situation, but it would work for now. The shadows are best hunted in small, swift, silent packs of hunters. Trade goods, however, would be far to expensive if carried cross country in such a fashion. Securing a trade caravan might seem menial work to some, but orcs are fond of raiding caravans. And one less orc is a victory for Middle Earth.

If only the thing weren't so bloody noisy! Gundalas was sure even Thranduil's border guards were already aware of their approach. But no matter. Anyone attempting to raid this caravan Gundalas had already resolved to put down himself if possible.

But still, he felt safer not following the road directly. He flitted around in the wilds around the path. Sometimes ahead, sometimes behind, or off to either side. With a little less noise and a bit of cover he had an easier time watching for signs of danger.

Having seen nothing concerning for some time, he elected to return to the road for a time, materializing out of the brush like the wind itself.

 "Road still seems clear. Fangorn isn't the most familiar country to me, aside from Mirkwood I'm most familiar with Lorien, but I don't see anything particularly alarming. The animals are noisy and preoccupied. A good sign for the time being. If we keep our wits about us we shouldn't have too difficult a time"

[User]
 The wood was old, fascinating, beautiful ... and secretive. It beckoned to him. He had spent so much time fighting -- and hiding from -- the shadow in Mirkwood with his kin. So much time that could have been used to see the wonders of the world. He would love to wander among the old trunks for a time, but that would have to wait for another day.

Neldor keeps to the head of the column, once in a while spying Gundalas crossing the path ahead. They were lucky to have a scout like that. There were still foul creatures in the woods, and his keen eyes and keener arrows would be needed before they reached their destination.

 "Yes, all seems peaceful"

Then he starts singing quietly.

[User] Nod looks around mistrustfully.  He'd heard things were odd and dangerous, out here beyond the Shire.  These weren't normal, trustworthy Shire-woods like you got in the Eastfarthing.  These were  strange  woods.   "You're sure?"  he asks, shifting in discomfort.   "Only this feels a bit like the Old Forest, back 'ome, an' you 'ear stories..."

[User]
 Walking quietly alongside the halfling, the Bride keeps her wary eyes on the left side of the path, where the forest becomes deeper and even more tangled. Gray-green lichen hangs from the old branches like the beards of mourning dwarves, and the shafts of sunlight that manage to fall through into the forest eves make way for a dim, greenish twilight. To one of the Woodmen folk, used to the darkness of Mirkwood, Fangorn does not feel hostile ... but distant, and unwelcoming. Almost as if living beings - even animals - are a disturbance to the ancient quiet of the forest. Every louder grumble of a merchant earns a frown from stern, hazel-green eyes.

 "Peaceful, yes ... but we should not tarry. We don't belong here."

[User] Neldor turns at Nod's words  "Worry not, master halfling. These trees bear us no ill will, but stay on the path and light no fires, so you don't disturb the forest"

[User] Nod nods, glancing around nervously, and clings harder to his seat aboard the wagon.   "Right.  Glad to oblige."

[User]
 The cart creaks on, past ancient trees large enough to house a family of hobbits, leaving deep wheel prints in the soft moss.
The merchants seem to not notice the beauty of the forest, only spurring the horse on faster, not sparing the whip.
"Ey you! One of you elvish types! Can't you make this beast move faster? Talk to 'im or somethin? We'll never get out of the damn Fangorn at this pace.
Move, ya oaf!"
He directs the last comment, along with a snap of the whip, at the horse.

[User] Neldor strokes the neck and flank of the brown mare while whispering reassuringly in the elven tongue. Then he lets his hand rest on her neck as he answers the merchant without looking back at the cart  "She may not be as fast as when she was younger, but she is faithful and sure-footed, and she has the wisdom to know that a steady pace will get you to your destination faster than a headless rush. The path is  narrow and the roots treacherous, so she walks with care as she will not risk an injured leg or a broken wheel"

[User] Nod frowns at the carter's zeal with the whip.   "'Ere, now, master merchant,"  he says.   "There's no call for that.  She's doin' 'er best."   He glances around and leans a bit closer.   "'Sides, I reckon it aren't wise to be overloud in these woods, right?  Hard to tell what might be listenin'."

[User]
 "Right, right,"
The merchant mutters.
"We need to keep on. Be a shame if we lost our cargo now, wouldn't it? And besides, we've got a side trip to make, before our rendezvous."

[User] Neldor falls into step beside the cart  "Strange, I thought you were in a great hurry to reach your destination. Do you wish to see the wonders of Fangorn forest? Or is it something else that calls to you, master merchant?"

[User]
 "Nay, the  wonders  of this wood are not for me. We have a delivery for the Elves of Lorien, from a lord who rather would go unnamed.
Our people do not always see eye to eye with the Elves, and myself I don't take to them much. Always speaking of things a common merchant like me has no place in knowing.
But we tarry not long in Lorien, and I am glad of it!"
He exclaims vehemently.
"Er... Meaning no offense to you, of course, good elves,"
His companion adds hastily, shooting his fellow a dirty look.
"We are, of course, most grateful for your aid."

[User] "It would be advisable to watch your manners when talking to the Elves, master merchant,"  the Bride says with a stern look at the first merchant.  "Especially when one is coming to their home as a  guest ."

[User] "I trust that the Lady of Lórien knows you are coming? The Galadhrim do not suffer uninvited strangers in their land"

[User]
 "O' course she do!"
The surly one barked back.
"The Lord arranged it, all nice and proper like. She is  eagerly anticipatin' our arrival,  isn't that right, Will."

[User] "Whether she knows of your arrival or not, we should hurry to our destination. Our task is to see to your safe arrival at your predetermined destination. Saving your hides because you tarry long enough for the whole wood to descend on you is most assuredly not in the contract"

[User] "Do you know what it is you carry to the Golden Wood, or is that as mysterious as the lord you serve?"

[User]
 "We know what we carry."
The answer is curt and tense, cutting through the air like a elven blade.
Clearly this is a sore subject.

[User] The Bride shrugs and returns her attention to the path. The sooner they would get that side trip done, the sooner they could return to familiar lands. To her, neither Fangorn nor Lórien seem to be places where Men would be welcome for any longer time ...

[User] "Very well, I look forward to visiting the Golden Wood"

[User]
 "Why?"
The man snaps at you, nervously.
"Have you some other business there? Something we know nothing of? Speak!"
"Now now" his friend chides.
"Do not be hasty with your words. I am certain that no harm is meant."
"No harm!"
The first mans voice rises.
"No harm! We are attacked by-"
He falls silent as his companion claps a hand over his mouth.

[User] They say Lothlorien is the fairest realm on this side of the sea. Why would I not look forward to seeing it?

[User] The Bride narrows her eyes when she turns her head towards the nervous merchant.  "We are attacked by  what ?"  Her tone of voice is severe, not inviting more of the man's bluster.

[User]
 "I said we were attacked by or-"
The other man leans across him, putting in a word hastily.
"An old bunch of bandits. My friend is just worried someone tipped them off beforehand. Nothing to fret about."

[User] "You would do well to let your companion speak for himself. I would like to hear his tale"

[User] "As would I,"  the young woman says, suspicion in her voice.

[User]
 "He knows not what he says. A-a.... soothsayer spoke to him before we left, and put fear of shadows and nightmares in him. He is jumpy, nothing more,"
The man continues, keeping his hand clasped firmly over his companions mouth.
"To listen to his words would do more harm then good."

[User] "Where I come from, the wise fear shadows and only fools ignore the warnings they have been given"

[User] "What sort of soothsayer?"   The little Hobbit pipes up, after having listened for a while.   "I reckon sense sometimes hides where you'd not look for it.  Why, old Gammer Mugwump out by the Stile always used to know when the rain would be coming, an' most o' the time you'd say she was dottier than a Stoor on a quiet Sunday, if you'll take my meaning."

[User]
 Having stayed out of most of the conversation, Gundalas takes a moment to interject a bit of Elvish snideness.

 "Do you mean to make light of the words of the soothsayer. Weak is the mind that dismissed out of hand what it does not understand. I believe it is Elvish divination that has saved your race time and again"

[User]
 "This was no elvish sorceress, but only a old hag, a false witch peddling good luck charms at a market!
Now please, let us say no more, and make our way towards Lothlorien as friends, not foes."

[User] Neldor frowns at the merchants words  "It is dangerous to travel with companions who cannot tell friend from foe,  friend . I will continue to guard you as I have promised, but I will not be silent for your convenience"

[User]
 "Very well,  friend "
The merchant replies, stressing the last word, and removing the hand from his fellows mouth.
"Now let us speak no more of it. Yah!"
He cracks the reins, and the horse moves into a sullen canter.

[User] The dispute over soothsayers ended, Gundalas returns to the woods off the road without a word.

[User] Neldor falls into step behind the cart and softly starts singing a walking song.

[User]
 The rest of the day is spent in somewhat prickly silence, broken only by the birdsong and the solid clumping of the horses hooves.
The sun sinks lower and lower into night, spreading its last golden rays across the horizon.
At last, evening falls. The noisome and chattery birds of day have retired, and the softer, more somber tunes of their fellows mingle with the chirrups of the frogs and crickets.
The merchants stop at a bend in the path, beneath a ancient willow, bark hoary with the years, new leaves full of silver light as the stars appear and are caught in the old trees branches, like glittering fish in the nets of Laketown.

[User]
 Neldor places a palm on the wrinkled bark of the ancient willow and closes his eyes while listening to rustling of its leaves.

 Spoiler: The speakers

Attempting to use 'The speakers' to listen to the tree. That probably requires a roll of insigt.

We never figured out how to roll the non-standard dice of this game.


[User]
 A wide fieldof shattered weapons, barrow mounds, and mass graves surroinds rhe city of Thronshire, a vast plain known as the Cairn lands.Rising from the war-torn earth like the grasping arms of the dead are countless siege castles, towers, and fortresses, constructed over the millenia by would be Warlords, who tried to take the great city and inevitably failed. Like forgotten monuments to failed conquerors,the siege castles of throneshire beckon the brave, the fearless and the foolish with the promise of adventure and untold treasures ever ready to create heroes or... to entomb the fallen.

 You are in thronshire, the mighty city at the edge of the world, and you've always longed to explore one ofthe countless ruins of failed conquerors that litter the plains outside the city's walls.
You've heard rumors that one of the sealed siege castles has been laid open by minor earthquake. World on the street is that no one has yet entered the tower, which folks are calling the"falle fortress". What better way to star a life of excitement and adventure than by exploring its long-abandoned, dusty halls and perhaps claiming its ancient treasures?

You guys, are contacted by Dragelyc an wealthy elven collector, that hired you to collect any historical or valuable artifacts that might still be  within the ruined tower, asareward he's offering you 250gp  to each one, upon your return.

You began your jorney early at dawn, the fortress its only  a few hours from the city walls, you calculate that you are approximately 1 hour away.

[User]
 Ithillian

Ithillian's hood covers most of his face as he walks briskly to the falle fortress.   " So he wants historical artifacts, I suppose we can keep the rest?  Where do we draw the line? "

[User]
 Astrid maintains a brisk pace as the group follows the faintly-worn trail, doing her best to keep up with Horsbain and Ithillian's long strides.  The early morning air still holds a little of the night's chill, and she draws her cloak nearer to keep from shivering.
 "My dear Ithillian,"  she says with a sarcastic chuckle,  "already thinking of how to scam the poor guy and we haven't even made it to the ruins yet?  For  shame,  sir!"   She grins and laughs heartily from beneath her hood.   "Eh, I say we wait and see what we find--might not be anything worth selling anyway."

[User]
 Ithillian

The half-elf grins.  " Scam?  Not my thing really, but you have to admit his instructions were a bit on the vague side.  Things historical are often heavy and ... well, I was just thinking it over is all. "

[User]
 As time passes and conversation makes the road easier..you aproach to your destination, after exiting the woods you find a clear and you see what you have being looking for.
 The ruined siege castle now being called the fallen fortress rises out of the churned earth of the cairnlands. No doors or windowsmar the otherwise smooth expanse of the tower's walls. Thetower is quatrefoilin plan; itseastern wing has largely collapsed, exposing the interior floors to the open air. Only the topmost level seems whole, though its eastern portion hangs precariously over the mountain of rubble left by the collapse. At ground level, the rubble frames a gaping hole in the side of the building that provides acess to the tower's darkened interior

The fortress its about 100ft away, what are you guys gonna do?

[User]
 Ithillian

Ithillian continues to walk towards the ruins, examining the tower and the surrounding area as he approaches.  "Well I think entry won't be a problem.  It will be nice to be out of the sun."

 Spoiler: Crunch
Perception  (1d20+8)[ 24 ]

[User]
 Darok
HP 11 AC 16

Darok has been silent, walking briskly for a dwarf near the others, his pipe in his mouth. These lands seem strange to his dwarven soul. How could these people leave so many machines lying around? Unthinkable. Inwardly shaking his head, he briefly offers his rumpling laugh when the jesting between his newfound companions becomes poignant.

Strange ways indeed.

The fortress however was something else. Nice stonework, for Ne-khuzd at least. They were there.

 "It will be even nicer to be under some good solid stone, even if it is in this state, Master Ithilian. And our way is clear indeed."

He carefully puts out his pipe and scans the surroundings out of habit. Once a guard...

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Perception  (1d20+7)[ 27 ]

[User]
 Horsbain
 Horbain had been dreaming about the slums last night which puzzled him. It had been so long ago and he rarely thought about it these days.

He looked at his companions, nodding and giving short answers when spoken to. He was only too aware that his companions were blessed with better mental faculties and shy to reveal his deficits.

Still they were good people. Certainly better than the ones in the past. No one had tried to take advantage of him or had said anything disparaging about him being a half-orc.

He scans the scenery. Trying to spot any threat. Or signs of any other adventuring parties.
He will point with his halberd and alert his companions to anything he spots.

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 Perception  (1d20-1)[ 19 ]
 Survivial  (1d20-1)[ 9 ]

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[User]
 As you aproach the tower, you guys notice huge foot prints! and with those fantastic Perception checks you notice a huge wolf Lurking by the Sqvares filled, with rubble.

Please roll for init in the OCC

[User]
 Horsbain

Hors readies his halberd point end towards the wolf and takes a defensive stance.

He does not attack the wolf unless he or his party members are threatened.

[User]
 Ithillian

Ithillian draws is rapier and whip and move to the left of Horsbain.  " A very large doggy. "  He looks around for something to hide himself behind himself.

 Spoiler: Crunch
Perception  (1d20+8)[ 15 ]
Stealth  (1d20+8)[ 23 ]  if there is something to hide behind.

[User]
 Astrid frowns concernedly at her companions' drawn weapons.   "Let's not bother her if we can avoid it, guys"  she cautions, keeping her voice low.   "I'd imagine we can just walk on past if we give her a wide berth."   Just in case, however, she concentrates for a moment and calls up the power, holding a portion of it ready to distract the wolf if it looks about to attack.

 Spoiler: Crunch
On Astrid's turn, readying an action to cast  flare  on the wolf if it moves within 10 feet of any party member.

[User]
 Ithillian

" I have no desire to kill the beast.  I am just concerned that it may not feel the same way. "

[User]
 Darok
HP 11 AC 16 AB+4

Darok looks wearily at the beast, hefting his axe to readiness. He has very few experiences with wolves, especially ones almost his size.

"If you are sure the wolf will also give us a wide birth, I have no problem leaving it at peace. But I doubt it will go that way..."

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Reading an action for Touch of Good +1 atk to himself. Next action, power attack.

[User]
 Astrid furrowed her brow in thought, trying to remember what little she knew about the wildlife around Throneshire.   "I... think  they only attack people when they're starving or threatened?  Anyway, I'm just concerned we shouldn't waste energy before we get inside, since we don't know what's gonna be in there..."

 Spoiler: Crunch
Knowledge (Nature) check to remember relevant information:

 (1d20+2)[ 13 ]

[User]
 Ithillian

Ithillian smiles at Astrid.  " Then lets head inside and give it as wide a birth as possible.  If it attacks we will respond accordingly. "  He begins to head towards the tower giving a wide birth to the large wolf.


[User]
 Clanking of metal attracts your attention and leads you to the part of the school grounds known as the "back yard". This collection of abandoned courts is usually used by the senior students when all other courts are occupied, but there are rumors secret clubs holding special meetings.
As you get closer you notice two figures. At first, the swords in their hands look a bit comical, but you soon realize that their strokes are not really a child's play. As you get closer you recognize one of them is Benjamin, but you don't remember ever seeing the other one.
 "Come on Benji, give it up. You can never defeat me."
 "Don't be so arrogant. You know what they say, pride cometh before a fall."
Benjamin lunges forward, but his opponent manages to side step and avoid the attack. His counter attack is stopped by Benjamin's swift half-turn, and they both move back.
 "Well, looks like someone has been practicing."  The stranger comments with a smile.

[User]
 Soga carefully approaches the pair, not wanting to interrupt their clash. Apparently, he and Dorian weren't the only ones who found the day a good one to spar on. Stepping into the verge of the clash' area, he leaned against a wall to see Benjamin's fighting. The respect of the morning, and his new-found awe, compelled him to.

((Taking a spar seriously has already been done, if it's gonna be hilarity let it be the other way around.))

[User]
 Waving his sword through the air Benjamin's "friend" starts to chuckle.
 "Next time you might want to try a less aggressive approach, it might be harder to evade."
 "Only if you want to do it without weapons, I don't want to hurt you. Too much."
Dropping their weapons both combatants charged. Benjamin tried the aggressive approach again, aiming for the abdomen. The attack was relatively successful. Even though his opponent managed to block most of the pain, his attack connected, allowing him to perform another attack with his left hand. Unfortunately, his opponent anticipated his strategy. He took all of his blows, finding the opening between two attacks. Caught of guard, Benjamin soon found himself on the ground, with a leg on his back.
 "Do you surrender now, or do I need to break a few bones?"

((Why do you think this is a sparring match?))

[User] Tsubaki bursts from around a corner at a full dash, her naginata's case bouncing on her back.  "Ora! I knew there was something interesting going on!"  She skids to a stop next to Soga and leans over to him.  "Okay, so that one's Benjamin, if I remember correctly, but I don't recognize the other one."  Seeing Benjamin knocked to the ground, she giggled a little.  "If you're flexible and don't mind pain that's not too bad of a position. Not great, but it could be worse."

[User]
 ((Because it's hard to deliver seriousness by text, and I read nothing noting it's not a very harsh sparring match. Besides, Soga's a tad naive and  was  sparring just like that the same day.))

 "Don't recognize the guy either, care to intervene? Got a feeling they aren't sparring after all."

Soga takes a step forward, slowly accelerating to a dash. His left hand was already clutching his card, his right his evoker.

Stopping some 10 steps away from the pair, he draws the fake gun in a warning fashion, not aiming it directly at anyone but visible to all.

 "Hey, tough guy? Got a moment for us?"

[User]
 Tsubaki sets down her naginata case, taking out the weapon within.  "Well, if you insist, I suppose I've got time to dance."  A smile played across her face at the prospect of this going south. It'd be an opponent she was unsure about the skill of, which just made it interesting. Still, she wasn't going to senselessly fight, and Soga had what appeared to her to be a gun.
  Looks like someone's a bit more prepared than you, little hero.   Her persona spoke calmly to her.   Oh, hush. Those things aren't exactly commonplace. Anyways, I use a polearm, you know that.
 "Wow, that's a little scary. Even I'm pretty sure I couldn't take a shot from one of those."  She chuckled a little at the thought of not being durable enough to stand up to an attack.

[User]
 Using Soga's distraction, Benjamin managed to catch his opponent of guard. As fell on the ground, Benjamin's hand reached for his throat.
 "Say uncle."
 "That's not fair, you only won because your lemmings distracted me. No offense."
 "All is fair in love and war. Besides, I got tired of our little dance, so I decided to wrap things up."

[User]
 "None taken."  Soga says with an unamused expression.

 "So, you 2, what gives?"  he asks as he backsteps closer to the girl.

  "Fake gun by the way. Shoots personas when you eat it, not bullets when you aim it. Makes it easier out here."  , he whispers.

[User] "I was just showing my friend here what happens when you turn into one of the suits and forgot to train regularly. He has really let himself go. I suggest you put that evoker away, someone might see it."

[User]
 "A lemming, eh? I'll let it slide this time."  Tsubaki didn't actually know what a lemming was, but wasn't going to bother figuring out.

  "That sounds really handy, honestly. Mine's a real pain in the rear sometimes."   She was mildly amused at the knowledge of such a thing existing.

[User]
 ((So it WAS a sparring match, dammit! Or was it? Daaamn, you GMing confuses me!😛

Lemmings are a kind of rodents, plus some really dumb little humanoids from a game of the same name. In case you share Tsubaki's curiosity, Mokou-tan 😛))

 "Wait, so this was a sparring match after all? Damn, what does this remind me of... Anyway, care to introduce us to the guy?"  Soga asks as he puts the Evoker away. He holds on to his card for a minute, just in case.

[User]
 "Introductions, of course. I would like you to meet a very dear friend of mine, Jarod. He has been sent here to spy on us."
 "Come on Benji, don't be so dramatic. I am only here to assist you, if you need me. Think of me as a safety net. You must be the new recruits?"

((I never said it wasn't, I just asked why do you think it is. Like Mask's priest say, never tell a lie if a truth that is perceived as lie can do. Or something like that. I really need to read Faiths and Pantheons again.

Lemming is used for a rookie persona user. It was originally used by Jarod's aunt, so Jarod and Jessica picked it up from her.))

[User] "Indeed. I've heard a bit about you."  Soga replies as he approaches again, relaxing and sliding his card back in a pocket.

[User]
 "Whatever you heard I can assure you it is not true, especially if it comes from Alexandra."
 "That's so cute, you really think she still cares. Anyway, what are the two of you doing here?"

[User] Tsubaki twirls her naginata.  "I'd finished up some training and my intuition told me there was something interesting over here. I was hoping it was a brawl though."  She gives a bright smile.  "Those are really fun to break up if you do it right."  She was of course referring to the violent way of doing it. It was just more training after all.

[User] "Got kinda lost, again. I've been doing that a lot today. So, I just heard noise and got intrigued."

[User]
 "So, the scary, violent girl is Tsubaki, she just joined the club. She is great with a naginata. I don't really know anything besides that. The kinda cute boy is Soga. I told you about him, he is the one who wanted to challenge one of the generals."
 "That was just before he mopped the floor with you, right?"
 "It was a draw. Besides, I had to keep an eye on the operatives, I was districted."
 "Sure, you always had an excuse."
 "Jarod buddy, if you continue like that I will be forced to tell you how much weight you have gained. So, before that happens, I am going to leave you here with your new friends, while I finish some chores. I will see you at dinner, don't be late."

[User]
 Watching Benjamin walk away, Soga relaxed. He just realized how tense he was in Benjamin's presence, due to his recent knowledge.

Turning towards the new face, Soga addresses him.

 "So, uh... Jarod, was it? How come you're visiting these parts?"


[User]
 The thunderous roars of a thousand, a hundred thousand, a million voices cheer and shout and scream for battle. Men and elves and dwarves and dragons and demons and angels and everyone and everything in between has gathered at the Arena Between All Planes to witness the showdown that has been coming for almost two hundred years.

Two contestants step out. They have been pacing around each other, growing nearer and nearer, for decades. They are at the top of their game. They are at the top of  the  game. Two of the mightiest fighters, the grandest of champions, the lords of slaughter and the kings of carnage, are ready to duel. All the denizens from all the worlds in all the cosmos are placing their bets on who will walk away with the victory, the prize, and the indisputable title of 'The Eternal Undefeated'.

The arena is set. The crowd is wild. The contestans are ready.

The match begins.

[User]
 Niomi steps out you see footprints on where she is like shes not even trying to be seen but you cant physically see her.

 Spoiler: Initiative
 (1d20+40)[ 48 ]


[User]
 It is now the year 2281. The New California Republic is busy fighting with the Legion of Caesar in the West. The Enclave has been soundly thrashed in the East. Here we live, in Vault 160. Unknown to us, we are failed bio-genetically engineered super soldiers, currently preparing for our first mission, a suicide mission, on the eve of our sixteenth birthdays. We have been engineered, unsuccessfully, to take on settlements and all enemies in the wastes on the Vault's opening.

The mission is  supposed  to be one hundred percent lethal. However, we were told it would be a cake walk. Each of you have your assigned parental guardians, friends, or not, and people who are just friendly. However, we also have our rivals, and strangely enough, even enemies for some of us.

Our instructor has given us four hours notice. Instructor Noah Pulaski. He is one of, if not the most respect instructors in the entire Vault.  He has ordered you all to appear in person, to be given the final mission briefing.

[User] Linda is currently present. She is quiet, for now.

[User] Samuel is physically there,and is smiling seeming to pay attention to Noah, but mentally he is arguing with voices in his head, about how they know this is suicidal, and he is just not caring. all he can really think is,  Damn those thought bubbles are annoying!

[User]
 "So, you are to investigate the claims of feral ghouls rampaging in the bottom levels of the Vault. If the rumors are true, you are to wipe them all out and report back. We do know that there have been at least a dozen kills from feral ghouls, but we don't know if this was from some sort of penetration into the Vault or if from test subjects discovered from the outside world."

"Whatever the case, we have not heard from that section of Vault 160 for five days. We can only assume the worst."

[User] "What if we find survivors?"  Linda asks

[User]
 Samuel just continues to smile as the commander talks, but his voices are running 3 miles a minute.

  Wait whats a ghouls?
  How did a ghoul get into the vault?
  Well obiviously the player knows what a ghoul is stupid!
  I am not stupid your stupid!

Samuel continues to ignore the voices, but they did have good questions. so he asks Noah some of them,  Sir what are ghouls? and how could they have gotten into the vault, I thought Vaults are closed systems?

 Spoiler: OOC
now do we have an ooc yet and I missed it, or what. also if it has not been picked yet. I will choose  DarkGreen  for voice color, and I won't do the voices often, just when it would be comic'd.

[User]
 "Ghouls, well, Ghouls aren't usually our enemy. They are humans who effectively became another race by being exposed to too much radiation. Many ghouls are just fine and dandy to be around, but sadly, the radiation wears on the mind too much for some Ghouls, and they become feral, like wild animals. These are effectively very necrotic and more like a zombie than a person. They crave flesh of living things, be they Human or animals, or even bug."

"OH, and yes, Vaults are closed systems, but unfortunately, some how there could have been a hull breach. Sensors in that section of the Vault mysteriously ceased functioning, and none of our experts on the matter, no engineer or anything could get it fixed. They hypothesized that an electro-magnetic pulse caused that part of the Vault to lose it's Sensors to the outside world, but they are unsure why the inside would keep functioning the way it has."

"Besides, what's an electro-magnetic pulse doing all the way down there?"

[User]
 Matilda Chem

The young Asian girl was reading, as usual, and wasn't really present mentally although physically she was sitting right there. It was odd that her Chinese-American ancestors had gotten into this vault, considering the origins of the vault system in the first place.

 "Ghouls aren't usually feral, it's the natural rotting of the brain that causes it. They must be very old. More of a mercy to kill them by that point."  Matilda said, finally looking up from her book and then pushing her glasses up by the bridge. She'd done a little research on these creatures in the past because it always helped to be prepared.  "Also, they don't like to be called zombies, but that's more of a sociological concern and not one we're likely to encounter."

The little know-it-all stated matter-of-factly.

[User] Samuel looks at Linda, and shrugs, as in sorry he took my question over yours. then Samuel Repeats it for her.  what If we do come across any surivivors.  even though in the back of his  sane mind, he thinks that is not likely, given no one really lives in the bottom of the vault due to the reactor, and things being down their.

[User] "If there has been a breach in the Vault, then we are all at risk for exposures to the outside world's problems. We would have to close off the lower district until we could repair the breech. About the survivors, if there are survivors, yes, take them all up here to safety. Make sure to wipe out any infestation. Oh, and despite what I said earlier, I am almost sure this is a feral ghoul outbreak of some kind, not a rumor, actually."

[User]
 Samuel Salutes his commanding Officer, upon having his questions answered, and turns to his team.   Attention!  Alright guys, and gals, lets do a head, and weapons check before we head down.  we should do this by the book, I don't want any of you hurt while we are down there. also who knows the terrain best?
With that Samuel pulls out his laser pistol, checks ammo, and all other specs to insure it is in working order. while he works his voices come back with force.

 Spoiler: voices
   hmmm Noah certainly seemed different, when he gave this mission?
  Mans just stressed I be to?
   he is clearly trying to kill us!
  You say that about everyone!
  Ya you even say that about us!

[User]
 Tiffani Fortune

The failed genetic-engineering has royally screwed with many people in the vault, including Tiffani Fortune.  She was probably going to grow up to be very bright, but something messed with her head, and now most of the time she has the intelligence of your average bimbo.  It's a good thing that she has the looks of one as well, as well as the gift of gab, or else she'd be mostly useless.  Oh, she also has a really strong arm, but most people can't tell from just looking at her.

 "Well, like, this sounds TOTALLY bad!  We gotta help those people!  Instructor Noah Pulaski, can we umm, req...requi...requisition some better gear for an emergency like this?"

 Spoiler: ooc
I'm not sure what gear we're starting out with.  Can I start out with the pneumatic-based power fist (the one that doesn't require power cells)?  If not, what does my character start with?  Also, what basic armor do we have?

[User]
 "Okay folks, I guess the official time for briefing is over. We still have a few moments to spare before you're on your way. Say hi to Alf, the Death Claw, not that other guy, before you go. We think he's actually the only domesticated Death Claw we've ever seen. We've heard that these things are mighty and ferocious killers ten times worse than Yao Guai. We wouldn't have guessed from Alf, despite that unfortunate incident with Jon.'

Jon was Alf's keeper. He worked with Alf and eventually went drunk into Alf's chambers. Alf hugged him and severely damaged Jon's internal organs, nearly killing Jon, who actually was clinically dead for a little while before they finally saved him. He survived, but was fired.

At least he received a fairly large severance package.

[User]
 Alright Group, we arm up and lets roll out. Tiffanie, Linda why don't you both scout ahead, but before I forget, let me see everyone's Pip-boys. with a few minor tweaks and what looks like a magnet, Samuel modified everyone's Pip-boys to allow for inter-communications along a short radio wave.  now then we all can talk to each other.

 Spoiler
 I assume I can make it to were we can communicate between our Pip-boys, just like Elijah did in Dead money. also I  will only do this if everyone is ok with it, otherwise let me know and I'll edit my post.

[User]
 Tiffani Fortune

Severance package.  Heh...heh heh.  Many things were indeed severed.

Tiffani responds quickly (and way too cheerfully) with a  "Yes, sir!"   It seems nearly impossible to deflate the optimism of this bubble blonde.  Cynics say she is too stupid to know the bad that is coming.

She holds out her pipboy to Samuel, which is secured snugly right above her "Fisto" brand Power Fist on her left hand.

  "Samuel has always been a bit like...weird...sometimes talking to himself.  But he's got a good heart I think, and that totally matters!"

[User] Linda holds out her pip-boy to be set on the proper frequency.


[User] IC Thread for New Hobryn


[User]
 The city is enclosed in a lazy inviolate air of afternoon pierced by the anxiety of normal life. And everything steeped in blue: the metal, the fairness, the rocks, in the mountains in the distance the blue fall snow.
That's what you see through the window. Then Clanger Byrnstone drops his gaze and steps blackly across its light, hands clasped.

"And you're a veteran of combat. You have fought goblins before and came through an able warrior. We know you have achieved more skill and power than any common healer. Now Moradin is calling you into the most valiant service.

I don't know whether you've heard of the Farstrider cadre. Most likely you have not. I know most word doesn't travel far if not through our channels. Maybe you've heard of Edgar Sommerfield, at least. They have volunteered themselves to our aid and two days ago came back to the city with critical intelligence. Tomorrow they're heading back out, and you're to join them as Overlook's representative. Elder Cadrick of this city's Council has asked us to provide an agent. You're the most appropriate choice."

Byrnstone's silhouette is speaking in some blurred approximation of efficiency and now he pauses and rubs his eyes.  He frowns. Maybe he regrets having to call you so far. You have existed on the looser side of the Order but the Clanger radiates clear messages of duty and scalpel acts.

"This evening is the assembly of all the fighters who've responded to the protocol we issued.
You should attend this. It's at four bells--sundown--in the High Hall, here in the Caer [the citadel]. Tonight you have accommodations in the temple of Moradin, not far from here."

And then it's time to leave the richly made room looking once more at the hanging and motto over the fireplace--a phrase from the Cant of Shackles, "while enemies and brothers are still waking, we launch into making and unmaking" (in which the rhyme stands for the seven patterns of old dwarven incantation)--and be curried down and out of Caer Overlook into the stately high-shadowed stone streets of the city's inner ward.

You walk out into the majesty of hammers. Hammers clanging. Overlook is a lucid exposition of the sounds of life. You have maybe four hours to sundown; what's your order of business?

[User]
 Orwell fidgeted in his seat as the Clanger spoke.  He tugged in sequence at each of his fingers, trying to focus on each of the elder priest's words, but retaining only some.  Looking up, Orwell realized that Byrnstone had paused and was gazing at him.

"Um.  Of course.  I'll help out however I can.  Farstrider?  Got it.  Yes."

Byrnstone's instructions about the gathering that evening certainly sounded like a dismissal.  Orwell rose and bowed slightly.

"Thank you, Clanger.  I will be sure to be present.  Perhaps there is something I can do to be of assistance in the meantime."

Stepping out into the workshops, Orwell relaxed significantly.  He looked around, taking in the mass of activity, and breathed deeply.  The scents of coke, steel, a coppery tang overtop.  Much better.

Orwell walked around for a few minutes, famliarizing himself with the work flow, the hierarchies, and figuring out where he might best be able to help.  The burly priest settled on a forge where they were repairing axe heads.  The senior smith at the forge was fumbling with the tongs, hesitating a lot.  Maybe Orwell could help.  With a practiced motion, he pulled the battered leather apron out of his pack. And then, as an afterthought, slung the pack into a corner.  He shifted into the eyeline of the smith.

"Uh.  You get a lot more control on the stroke if you don't lift the hammer so high. Can I help?"

 Spoiler
To the extent he can, Orwell spends the intervening hours helping out with the preparations for battle.


[User]
 "Wow, it's still so light out! It looks so early I'm surprised there aren't more people hanging around!"

Kyoko skipped ahead of the group, glancing out a window at the school grounds. She held a big bag of fabric snugly under her left arm, and the print on the bag making it clear where she'd purchased her supplies. She was exaggerating for effect, of course, but it was true that it still looked a lot earlier than it had last time she'd visited the Home Ec room with Asami.

 "Wait, you're really sure the sewing club isn't in?"  Kyoko asked for the third time that day.  "I still can't believe they let you have the key and everything! You're really in control of your school life!"  she said admiringly, before turning to Miyuki.  "Hehe, it's like we're in her club or something!"

[User] Asami blushes a little at the comments.   "I don't have a club,"  she mutters softly and more than a little shyly while taking out the key in question and fitting it to the lock.  That her statement willfully ignores the existence of a quarter of the first year students in the school doesn't seem to bother her much besides making the blush worsen over time before it starts to get better.  Entering the room, she looks around to make sure they weren't followed, and that nobody else is around.   "Okay, now that nobody else is around, I can tell you my secret evil plan of adorableness,"  she grins with a conspiratorial whisper.

[User]
 "Heh... does that make us part of Asami's f-fan club, too?"  Miyuki says to Kyoko's comment.

She tags along to the Home Ec room, and leans in to listen to Asami once the coast is clear.

 "S-secret plan, huh?"   She laughs.   "Sounds fun!"

[User]
 Kyoko deposited her bag of fabric on a nearby table and took off her school bag.

  Woah, Asami is making sure there's no one else around? She really does have a secret?
 "You have a secret plan? I thought we were just going to work on our own projects?"  Kyoko whispered back.

[User] Asami suppresses her reaction to the phrase 'fan club', but a tiny twitch still gets through.  She's rather clearly in denial.  Upon questioning, she nods sagely and repeats,  "Of adorableness.  We are, but my project is a secret, evil, adorable plan.  Plus it's complicated enough to make a perfect demonstration of how to do quite a few useful tricks."   She takes out a notepad with a long string of numbers written on it and a picture of Tsubaki attached by paperclip.  After setting this down, she withdraws a small stack of printed papers - every single one is an image of the Log Horizon character Akatsuki.  She looks up with a grin.   "And I already have the pattern figured out and the fabric bought."

[User]
 Miyuki puts her hands to her cheeks and grins.

 "Oh, geez... h-haha, this is so great!  And Tsubaki doesn't know about this?"

She eagerly flips through the stack of papers, stopping every now and then as if appreciating them, then looks back to Asami.

 "C-can I actually help you with this?  I mean, it's just that my c-crafting skill probably isn't up to par... h-hehe.  After all, I'm s-subclassed as a scribe, not a tailor!"

[User]
 "Huh, what is this?"

Kyoko looked through the papers on the desk. It was Tsubaki and... some anime character?   I didn't realise Asami was into this kind of stuff... or did she choose this because Miyuki would like it?
 "Are we going to make this for Tsubaki? It's not going to be too hard?"

At least it looked a lot more normal than some anime costumes she'd seen about.

[User] "Not at all.  The last week or so it's been easier to think clearly, keep track of things.  I got some of her measurements from Chika, and the rest..."  Asami's grin turns impish and she shrugs.  When Miyuki makes the subclass reference she laughs and answers both her and Kyoko's remaining questions at once.   "Well, I'm sure you both have projects you want to work on too!  But, I've been planning on doing this for a month or so now, and thought it might be fun to get some creative input.  Plus Comiket is just over a week after the wedding trip, and still during our break from school, so I'm  saving up from my job because I kind of hope to go to that since I've never been to anything like it ."   She shuffles her feet a little and hops in place a couple times to raise her spirits.

[User]
 "Y-you really wanna go to Comiket?"  Miyuki asks.   "D-do you think... um, well, never mind that, for now.  How can I h-help you out with your secret project here?"

She keeps flipping through the papers, this time with a particular eye for the design of the outfit.

[User]
 Hmm, isn't Comiket that big otaku thing?
 "Huh, Asami, I didn't realise you were into that kind of thing..."  Kyoko leant in to study the designs with Miyuki.  "Hmmmm, most of it doesn't look that hard, especially for someone like you! But what's with those little red bits, are they raised? How do you do something like that?"

After appraising the costume, Kyoko stepped back to her bag, and pulled out some fabric.  "Ta-dah! My project!"  she held up two shapes she'd already out, one in a deep blue with a cherry print, and the other a pale blue with a snowy pattern.  "I had a lot of trouble choosing between them so, eheheh, I guess I bought both. They're both really soft though, so I guess it's alright? You have to tell me what you think!"  She handed the pieces of fabric to Miyuki and Asami with an expectant smile.

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 "I-I guess.  I mean, I don't  know  if it's the sort of thing I'd like since I've never been able to before.  But I know I love trying out new things!  So it'll be worth the experience no matter what."   Asami glances at Miyuki when the latter cuts herself off, suspecting she has a good idea of what she was going to ask - and intending to invite her along if her suspicions are correct.   "They're raised.  As for how, I guess that's something to show!  For help, I guess I just want to make sure it's as true to the character as possible.  I'm still pretty new at trying to turn an anime outfit into a real one."

When Kyoko's fabric selections come out, Asami can't help but reach out to run a hand over the cherry print one.  Soft indeed!   "This is nice... really nice!  What are you going to make with it?"

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 Miyuki takes the fabric and runs her fingers over it before rubbing it against her cheek.

 "It's... r-really soft!   G-guess I'm just exactly repeating what you said. "   She hands it back to Kyoko, and nods along with Asami's question.   "Yeah, what're you making, anyways?"

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 "It's for my new yukata, silly!"  laughed Kyoko. Miyuki wouldn't know about that, but had Asami forgotten too?  "I kinda wanted your help with it, Asami. I mean, maybe I should have made it earlier, but it's not like I've missed any festivals I know of!"  Kyoko paused and tilted her head.  "Hmmm, do you think maybe I'd get a chance to use it when we go to Okinawa?"  she asked.

 "Anyway! Which one should I use?"

[User] Of course!   "Why choose?  Asami asks with a small smirk.   "You could just make both of them, and pick which you want to wear for whatever occasion comes up later!  Although I  do  think it would be good to have something for the trip..."   She nods slowly.   "Yes, there'll definitely be occasion to wear one, even if you don't consider the wedding itself.  Of course I'll still help!"

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 "I l-like the blue one,"  Miyuki timidly volunteers.   "I t-think that color would look good on you.  If that makes any sense..."

She glances back and forth between the two fabrics in some sort of silent analysis, then finally manages to ask her question out loud.

 "U-um!  Out of curiosity, I was just wondering... w-what color do you think would suit me?"

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 Kyoko rubbed her chin in response to Asami's suggestion.  "Hmmm... It seems kinda extravagent to have two yukatas... Heheh, even if I already bought enough fabric for two I guess."  She nodded and smiled at Miyuki's response, before pausing to consider her question.

After a moment of thought, Kyoko's eyes lit up.  "I've got it!"  she remarked with the snap of her fingers.  "Miyuki, you're about the same size as me, right? I'll make you one! Here, hold still, I'll just check!"

And with that, Kyoko snatched up a measuring tape from one of the tables and began advancing on Miyuki...

[User] Asami swoops forward to take Miyuki's hand in her own and plant a kiss on it with a small teasing wink.   "Why, I do believe most anything would suit you, Miyuki-hime."   She giggles, breaking the brief mood and deciding to take mercy on her friend.   "You know, Kyoko, if she doesn't remember the necessary measurements, I'm sure Tsubaki does.  It might be a little less embarrassing to just ask her."   Plus there's the kimono that Chika made, but I guess they're still waiting to surprise her with that.

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 Blushing at all the sudden attention, Miyuki gently takes her hand back from Asami while subconsciously backing away a bit from Kyoko.

 "Um, if it's not too much t-trouble to make, I'd appreciate it!  That snowy pattern is really pretty.  I actually do remember my m-measurements from back when Tsubaki told me, so, um, here..."

Even in this room with nobody around, she goes to Kyoko's side, cups her hands around her ear, and whispers.

  "I'm **-**-**.  Bust, waist, hips."    She backs away, looking down at her clasped hands and blushing yet again, but her figure is actually surprisingly nice for someone who spends most of her time in bed with a computer.  Maybe summoning a Persona burns more calories than they thought?

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 What, really? Even though she's on her computer all the time? Maybe I should double check... Errr, why do I get the feeling that could be a really bad move...
 "Hmm, let's see..."  Kyoko's face was a picture of concerntration, as she worked through some mental arithmetic.  "Okay, cool, I think I can do that with the fabric I already cut! I left some room spare in case I had trouble! Uh, I'm still learning how to do this stuff, but hopefully it won't be too messy!"

[User] Asami's ear pricks, but she doesn't appear to have overheard.   "Don't worry, I said I'd help, and I will with both of them.  Just ask if there's something you need or have trouble with!"   She takes several steps back to where she was before, to offer personal space, and leans against the table.   "Now, I wonder what you might like to try out..."

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 "Well, when it comes to sewing... l-lead the way!  Because my g-girl power is pretty much zero here."

Miyuki takes a moment to appreciate the texture of the snow-print fabric, then turns back to Kyoko and Asami.

 "Um, I don't mean to sidetrack you with a s-stupid question that just popped into my head, but... d-do you like your names?  I was just thinking - I like mine.  'Beautiful snow.'  I always liked it when it was snowing outside, and I felt so c-cozy wrapped up in a blanket inside..."

She scratches her head as she seems to come back out of her memories, and smiles.

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 Kyoko started work on pinning the pieces of fabric together, working on hers first.

 "Uh, I guess mine's okay. It's written 'respectful girl,' which is fine, I guess. I think my parents liked the sound of it more than the meaning though. You two have both got really nice name meanings though!"

[User] Asami suddenly looks incredibly sad at the question, and pushes herself off the table so that she can turn around and face away, pulling out the material she's brought almost haphazardly.   "Y-yes.  I like my name."   She doesn't seem about to elaborate.

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 Seeing Asami's reaction, Miyuki opens her mouth to apologize but decides to just leave things be.  She walks around the room, first brushing her hand lightly against Asami's back and then standing at Kyoko's side to watch her work.

 "S-so, um... are you pretty good at this stuff, then?"

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 What was that all about?

Kyoko worked on slowly pinning the pieces together. This part seemed a lot harder with the larger pieces, or at least was taking a fair amount more pins.

When she heard Miyuki coming up behind her Kyoko glanced over her shoulder.  "Uh, Asami said I was, but that kinda came as a surprise,"  she admitted sheepishly.  "I've only done one thing before, and that was a lot smaller. The pattern for this does seem a bit simpler though, uh, apart from the bits I'll need to ask Asami about."

[User] "Oh, okay,"  Miyuki says, intently watching Kyoko's hands as she works.   "Um, I almost f-forgot... thank you very much for making me one, too.  It's been a while since I wore one, so I'm actually a l-little excited to see how it turns out!"

[User] It's been six and a half years.  Stop letting such small things set you off,   Asami internally scolds herself.  At hearing the back and forth between her friends, she weakly smiles even though she's facing away from the others and it won't be seen.   "I s-said that you were good because it's true.  I'm certain that they'll turn out good and you'll both look stunning in them."   She looks over her shoulder after covering up the rest of the sadness.

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 Kyoko glanced over her shoulder as Asami replied. Was something going on with her?

 "Ah, thank you! I still have nothing on your skill though!"

Nevertheless, she was encouraged by Asami's words and Miyuki's thanks, and began pinning the cloth with renewed vigor, finishing her own quickly and moving on to Miyuki's.

 "Actually, Miyuki, do you have something you were wanting to work on?"  Kyoko asked.

[User] "Um... n-nothing sewing-related,"  Miyuki admits.   "I was just planning on helping you out if there were any, y'know, nice and s-simple tasks for me to do."

[User] Seeing the pins through the patterns and fabric makes Asami think of something, which leads to a small giggle and mumbling to herself.   " What would people think if... that's silly, no.  But it could... hehe... "   Shoving aside the rest of her sad thoughts in favor of these new ones, she turns around while still in the middle of laying out all of the pieces of the costume... armor... thing.   " We'd need a Minori... and maybe Isuzu... "

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 "Oh? Uh, I'm not sure I have anything for you to do right now..."  Kyoko felt a little guilty, like she was responsible for entertaining Miyuki now. Perhaps she could have worked on the the other yukata, but Kyoko had to make some little adjustments to hers. It wasn't anything particularly hard, but Kyoko hadn't printed off the chart she'd seen, and was working from memory.  "Uhh... do you know how to set up a sewing machine?"  she asked.

Kyoko glanced over her shoulder as Asami giggled.  "Hmmm? What's up?"

[User] "I was just thinking of how to take this one step beyond.  If I can get Tsubaki to wear this, and go to a convention..."   She looks around and whispers conspiratorially, but so the other two can both hear.   "Do you think Myung-hon would acquiesce to going as well, in her shrine maiden outfit?  She could be Minori... we could make it a theme, and get a whole cast of characters!"


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 Located somewhere in the multiverse is a circular arena, with shadowed figures watching intently. The area is windswept and dusty, sand covers the arena floor. Two combatants stand fifty feet apart, with fifty feet between each and the wall. A glowing kobold crouches upon a granite throne set into the stands, and cries out in a high voice "LET ROUND 3 BEGIN!"

This is Amaranth Arena. Round Three.

 Spoiler: Game Explanation
Amaranth Arena is run between Twelvetrees and Ookack333. Each creates a 30th level gestalt 3.5 character, and the two battle. Only 200,000gp is allowed for spending, and one round of arena prep time. In order to make things more interesting than the standard gestalt arena, save-or-die is banned, boosting saves to ridiculous levels is banned, as are a few other things such as white raven tactics. Our goal is to create the most insanely broken characters possible. We hope you find it entertaining.

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 A portal opens in midair, and a being steps out.
He is nearly 7 and-a-half feet tall, with blue-gray mottled skin, and a bald head. His features are kind and understanding, and he wears naught but a simple pair of breeches. He looks oddly frail for someone so large, as if he might fall apart at any moment.

"I am Silican" he says aloud. "I am a servant of the Sovereign Host, and an Eater of Sin."

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 Opposite him stands a short, grotesque figure, five feet tall at most, with squirming arms longer than his entire body. Huge bat wings protrude from his back, wafting gently in the air,keeping him aloft about a foot above the ground. His eyes glow red, and a dagger gleams at his side.

 I am Virus. None may oppose me and live.

He smirks contentedly.

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 Virus gives a feral smile and speaks a single word.

 Spoiler: Spellcraft DC 21
Innate Arcane Thesis Snowcast Sanctum Lord of the Uttercold Energy Substitution [Electricity] Born of Three Thunders Metamagic School Focus Energy Affinity Body Outside Body

Five duplicates spring into being around Virus. They give themselves power, then they too, speak the word (Moment of Clarity to give themselves Epic Toughness). More duplicates appear. The cycle continues, duplicates spawning duplicates, until the arena floor is filled. Then, duplicates begin to appear in the air, the wings flapping as they ascend. Soon, the entire arena is full of duplicates from the floor to 250 feet in the air.

A legion of 20,000 duplicates of Virus smile down at Silican.

If you can still see Virus, you would notice his hands twirling through the gestures of another spell.

 Spoiler: If you can see Virus, Spellcraft DC 29

 Spoiler: Are you sure you can see Virus?
Temporal stasis, which triggers an Antimagic field that excludes only Virus.

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 Silican whips out a morningstar, throws his head to the sky, and bellows. His skin blazes with a golden light out to a distance of 20 feet, and you get the irrevocable feeling that attacking in his presence will lead to dire harm. His eyes glow green, and you see wisps of skin evaporating from him. He continues to scream, and bolts of energy flicker around him as the earth shakes.

 Spoiler: Spellcraft
The only spell (as far as you can tell) cast by Silican is "Spell Resistance"😁.For reference to what he looks like, go to about 1:45 in this video:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WeXUgF2qEuk

 Spoiler: Actions DON'T LOOK PLEASE
Silican uses a free action to activate his holy radiance feat. He then activates the ability (from Cosmic Descryer) to draw off raw energy from the multiverse. He casts quickened spell resistance, using this in conjunction with the previous ability to deal 45005 points of damage to himself for a +9001 bonus to his caster level, giving him SR 9013. He then uses knight's challenge to remain alive, despite being at thousands of negative hit points.😎

[User] Initiative  (1d20+17)[ 23 ]

[User] Initiative:  (1d20+2)[ 16 ]

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 First, you are the center of a disjunction effect. Though you probably can't see Silican, you feel the ground erupt underneath the arena floor, and lava bursts toward the sky. All duplicates (and the original) must make DC 25 fortitude saves for half of 10 trillion fire damage, which ignores resistance and is halved by immunity. The arena floor is left as a blackened mass, the sand annihalated.

 Spoiler: What just went down
Silican burns 5 uses of turn undead to quicken a disjunction. Silican takes 55 trillion +50 (it doesn't really matter) points of fire damage because he uses his cosmic descryer ability to augment a Searing Erupt (2 turn uses), and takes 10 more points of damage so he automatically succeeds the fortitude save.

Roll for antimagic annihalation: [roll]d100[/roll]

[User] (d100)[ 38 ]  for antimagic again

[User] Virus remains unaffected within an Antimagic field. 12,000 duplicates vanish in a burst of fire, utterly consumed. The other 8000 are unaffected.

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 20 Trillion duplicates appear, filling the entirety of the arena. 20 Trillion - 8000 small statuettes are dropped on Silican's head.

26 duplicates attempt to grapple.

48000 Hexblade Curses target him.

7977 Eldritch Blasts fly towards him.

Then, with one voice, the duplicates all boom.

 I am countless beyond number and I will outlast you, scion of light.

64000 vanish, consumed by in a flash of light.

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 Silicant grins. "Others fighting in my presence will not be tolerated." He screams and points a hand to the sky above the arena. An entire ocean of water materializes above, descending, as if in slow motion, toward the arena, carrying duplicates with it. "I will cleanse you. I am as infinite as the planes themselves. This is your punishment." His skin blazes with holy light.

 Spoiler: Stuff!
He takes a large amount of damage in order to auto-save versus the curses. He ignores the grapple attempts, taking damage in order to auto-succeed on the concentration checks. He also takes a ridiculous amount of damage in order to create this water, which according to SRD weighs 60 lbs. per cubic foot. Knight's challenge is automatically used again.

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 The duplicates infinite height above are fine.

The rest disappear as the water crashes down upon them.

Virus himself stands where he is, completely unharmed.

[User] Infinite duplicates appear in the dark water, constantly reappearing as they are crushed under its weight.

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 Silican sighs. "I end this with regret." He punches the earth.

"STONE SHAPE."

A chute 200 feet deep forms beneath virus as a dome of stone closes over his head, sealing off the water. Silican shapes the stone so that it flies upward, carrying away both water and duplicates and encasing him in stone.

 Spoiler: What
Stone shape infinite area (damage). Uses knights challenge again.

[User] Virus survives, so the fight continues.

[User]
 Draw
The kobold in the stands waves a hand and the arena is reset.

Both Virus and Silican stand in their original positions, set back to their original states.

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 Spoiler: Character info.
Silican is a LG Goliath Cleric of the Sovereign Host, who has taken vow of poverty.
KnightCleric20
ContemplativeCleric1
CosmicDescryerCleric7
FighterCleric1.

His combo works because you can take five points of damage through cosmic descryer in exchange for a +1 bonus on saves, skill checks, ability checks, or spell caster levels, with NO LIMIT. I just combined it with knight, so he could stay alive. I misplayed majorly by not buffing my caster level with disjunction, but I couldn't undo that by the time I'd realized it.

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 Virus bows stiffly, seeming displeased.

 You have my respect.

 Spoiler: Stats
Virus was a Wizard 20/Ultimate Magus 10//Rogue 2/Hexblade 3/Favored Soul 17/Warlock 1/Wyrm Wizard 2/Void Disciple 4. Lawful Evil Human. He used Arcane Thesis metamagic to lower the cost of Body Outside Body and Greater Dispel Magic to allow his duplicates to use them innately. His Moment of Clarity ability from Disciple of the Void allowed his duplicates to gain hit points from Epic Toughness. He was encapsulated in Temporal Stasis inside an Antimagic field via Extraordinary Spell Aim and Contigency.


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