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 Location:  Dis the Iron City (2nd Layer of Hell) -  Tower of False Coins
 The room is massive, strange sigils line the floor, walls, and ceiling, glowing with fell power. A massive table of black iron sits in the middle of the room, sized for giants not men. At the head of the table stands Stolas, a blue steel goblet in his hand.   "As you all know his immaculate loftiness Moloch lord of the deepest pits of scarred and broken Nessus has called you all here to investigate the problem of the group we are currently calling the Interlopers."   He pauses, glancing at Seine and Ranaian,   "You both may remember them, the cranium rats on Gehenna, and that tiger-fiend Zazvyl, were both part of this organization. Due to your showings during your previous dealings with this organization Moloch believes you are well suited to infiltrating one of their bases that we have found. For that purpose we have,   he pauses awkwardly,   "erm Guaahh here who we found escaping from the base we were observing. His knowledge from acting within it should prove quite useful. This of course brings us to the last member of our group. Renee here has come to our attention and we believe her unique talents could be of use. For this task information is of paramount importance, while a disruption of their operations, including the destruction of their base or assassination of important personnel, is appreciated it is more important you get back out with the information. We believe they are experimentally creating war creatures, these creatures were used by the tiger-fiend Zazvyl during the Great Turning, I believe Ranaian and Seine will remember them. We would like live specimens retrieved, preferably a potential breeding stock."   The devil waves his hands wide, still holding his goblet,   "Now I'm sure you'll all have questions as to the nature of the job, so please go ahead and ask."

 Spoiler: Druid-Lich-Bear
Moloch has requested you keep a close eye on Renee, believing she is harboring something destructive. And yes, you are the briefing monkey's boss.

[User] Guaahh walks across the table up to Stolas.  "So you want us to go into the base, where I was tortured, to capture a few horny beasts?"  The gnome points his greatly over-sized club at the devil.  "You want me to go back there and not kill every living thing in sight because it would risk your precious information?"  He lowers his club.  "What's in it for me?"

[User] Stolas's cheeks turn upwards in what might be a grin if he had lips, and his emerald eyes seem to brighten.   "Simply put: revenge. Kill half of the personnel in the base and you've slapped their wrist. Bring us intel on them and you may find their true desires and see to it that they do not place their hands on it. Besides that you will have the personal gratitude of the Lord of the Lowest Pit, and it is always a benefit to have friends in low places. Or is there something more material you desire?"

[User] Guaahh scratches his head.  "Material? No. I just have a general bloodlust for those bastards."  He walks away from Stolas.  "Calculated revenge hmmm. As long as they all end up dead by the end I will be satisfied. If on top of that I make friends in low places, then all the better." Guaahh sits down on the table for a better view of the group.

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 Stolas waits several moments, looking expectantly at those gathered there. Finally he says,  "Well then, thanks to our associate here,"  he gestures briefly at Guaahh,  "We know the location of a portal to the layer from the Plane of Infinite Portals, it is marked, as much as possible, on this map,"  a parchment of paper appears in his hand and he gives it to Ranaian.  "We believe the portal will likely be guarded, spies report spotting a colossal creature guarding it, although what abilities this beast has we have almost no information on. A marraenoloth has been contracted to take you from a meeting point on Oinos through Carceri and to an outlet of the Styx on the Plane of Infinite Portals which is as close as we can get you to the portal without alerting the tanar'ri forces to your presence, though we suspect that they will still be aware the moment certain of you enter the plane. Once you have entered the Abyss you will be beyond our capability of delivering aid. You are to meet with the marraenoloth in the Sunny Day inn and tavern in the village of Gloomspun on Oinos tomorrow during the 14th hour. As before you may ask any questions you have, and once you are done you may leave."

 Spoiler: Glossary:
Plane of Infinite Portals: 1st layer of the Abyss.
Marraenoloth: River man daemon (NE, yugoloth); ferries people across the River Styx
Oinos: First layer of the Gray Wastes/Hades.
Carceri: One of the unimportant Lower Planes.
Styx: River that crosses across all of the Lower Planes.

[User] Guaahh raises his hand. "Just one question: What does the colossal guard look like?"

[User]
 "From our spies' reports it is a towering creature humanoid in shape. One guess is a massive goristro, but the reports fail to mention a bull-like head; whether this is because there is no such head or simply an absence in the reports is unknown."

 Spoiler: Glossary:
Goristro: Massive minotaur-like demons, artificially bred by powerful balors and demon princes as siege weapons.


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 The Garden: The Night       - The First Cycle

They were not falling... They ran, as if compelled by some innate force. They walked through darkness, through an endless void, for what was perhaps years. No thoughts passed through their minds. Their consciousness suspended. Their bodies did not tire, nor ache. They ran on through silence, until their feet walked upon a rippling ocean of light.

The world was a swimming infinite vastness. The silver of stars and lights flowed about as if given life. The small specs of light fluttered in and out of existence in a kaleidoscope of darkness and unending night. There was only sky. There stood no ground, only the vastness of a reflection of a still ocean, with a pitch and black depth that seemed to dive on until only blackness remained, but upon it's surface they stood. Running over the ocean reflecting the wondrous world about them like an ocean of stars.

Then, they stood. As if turned to stone. They stars passed, the lights swayed as days passed. The sky, turning like a sphere of darkness and light caught within a slow turning dance. Slowly. With time. A thought came into their minds. A memory. It was their name. The memories returned, the paralysis upon them slowly lifted. It was as if some great master had relinquished control of his puppets. They could feel again. Think again. They blinked, for the first time, in perhaps a millennium. Pain. A terrible burning filled their thoughts and bodies. As if a fire ignited under their skin. Within their very spirits. They writhed and shook, locked in a terrible cycle of agony. They could not speak nor move. Blood began to run from their eyes and nose. The darkness seemed to steepen. The lights of the sky begun to dim. They could no longer breath. A crushing weight upon their lungs and throat. Blood began to trickle from their ears and every orifice. Their bodies would no respond to them. The world dimmed.... Then, there was only darkness.
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Water... light, fire. A stillness clung to the air, thought a heavy weight imposed upon them as if the very forces of gravity had intensified a hundred-fold. It was crushing, yet somehow tolerable. From the depths of the realm below. A darkness emerged, pitch and bleak. They watched, in horror and awe, pinned to the ground, but now able to speak. She manifested in a cosmic crimson flame. Her red robes fluttering within her own presence. She held a long scarf of crimson worlds. A physical multiverse of realities within her hand, drifting about her in an eerie and dreadful dance. Her arms covered her face. Her black wings was the night sky. She smiled looking down upon the crushed figures below her.

   "...And so my dear son's have returned. Late as ever, and without your Sister. I assume you've come for another purpose then?"    She slowly decended to the water, floating along it's surface til she stood above them. A cowl of stars and night masking her face, like a great cloak made of the very world they laid.    " Dear, Nelrin... You've finally returned to me. Glad am I, even though your foolish Brother dares show his face again in the absence of his Sister. "    She lifted him from the ground and cradled him like a small child. She was as a titan. Her very stature was the night. Her arms the sliver of the light. Though only the lower half of her face was visible beneath her hood, she smiled, joyfully at the reunion.   " I will forgive you little Kal, as you've brought your brother... but do not think I will tolerate your half-measures any longer."   She cradled the form of Nelrin in one arm, before beginning to speak once more.    " Now, explain the meaning of your return, Kal'Fel..."

 Spoiler: OOC- The Weight of Night
  Character's cannot take any Movement Actions within The Night. This includes alternate forms of movement which alter the character's position.  - To move during a round a Will Save (DC SLx50) is required. A natural 20 results in a success for the round.

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 Son of Night

The Seraph collapses to the ground under the intense presence. He holds himself up to his hands and knees as he coughs up blood onto his own hands. His head almost felt shackled unable to even look up.   "I was simply..arghh, doing as I was asked. Bringing Nelrin'fein here. That is all."

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 Nelrin'Fel

Being crushed by the sheer presence of Mother, Night, Nelrin manages to speak.  "Please forgive me for my absence. I am back now and wish to be restored  to my former self. Flesh to be ripped, bones to be broken, armor to be sundered, and weapons to pierce skin. I hunger to strengthen my feeble soul and my body and Longinus would be pleasurable. Is there any chance I may be restored to my former glory."

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 The Garden: The Night        - The First Cycle
     Arc 0: ...The Last Light
      The 7th Goddess of Night: Arias
  " Now, now Kal. You know that won't do at all... Do not show your face before me again, unless it is in the company of your Sister."   She waved Her hand   "Now go... The Call has been reissued once again. Enjoy the fall... "   A wind swept over the Seraphs form, and he vanished into a fine black mist as if turned to vapor.

  **** Kal'Fel Has Left The Game
  " Now, now, little-Nelrin. Of course I could restore you once more. But, i'll not have you turning your back on your family once more. What reason have I to think you will not runaway from us again?"
   She stilled cradled him within an arm like a doll. The paralyzing force of this strange place was overwhelming. and now he was left here, alone.

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 Originally Posted by Mornings
   " Now, now, little-Nelrin. Of course I could restore you once more. But, i'll not have you turning your back on your family once more. What reason have I to think you will not runaway from us again?"

  Nelrin'Fel
  You know I cant promise that...not as long as i have my in-differences with Valpurga. However, being an outcast was beginning to bore me...so i suppose i can set aside my hatred for Valpurga and settle them one day in another way. Please allow me to help my brothers and sisters, i simply wish to move up in the world.

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 The Garden: The Night        - The First Cycle
     Arc 0: ...The Last Light
      The 7th Goddess of Night: Arias
  "Come now, Little Nelrin. You know I cannot release you... How will you help your Brothers and Sisters if you turn your back on your family again? I have forgiven you. But if you will not return to us, you may remain here until Kal'Fel recovers your Sister."   She placed him upon the surface of the ocean, turning away from him.

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 Nelrin'Fel

Nelrin yells to her as she turns away;    "Mother! You would deny me even the chance to show that I will NOT betray blood again?! That seems unfair to say the least. Allow me to assist them and prove to everyone I will not betray my name and my blood like my younger self had. Restore me! Or i will go seeking other ways of doing so eventually and possibly end up dead. Now would you want your poor little Nelrin to die and be gone for good nothing left of me to even hold or even love but a memory. But if you so choose to keep me here then i want answers....who is lord grey and WHO IS THE MAD GOD"   He all but loses his voice yelling to her, trying to reasoning with her.

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 The Garden: The Night        - The First Cycle
     Arc 0: ...The Last Light
      The 7th Goddess of Night: Arias
  "Oh, Nelrin. Must you always be so persistent? Fine. I give you this chance. Go. Return with your Brother and Sister, and I will restore you. "   She waved a hand, a dim light light a star descended and entered his body.

 Spoiler: OOC - Ability Gained
  (SoulBound)  -   Return to Night  (SL +1)
The Soul can return to The Garden last visited as a full round action. Additionally he may bring other subjects with him that he is in contact with.

  *** Nelrin'Fel Has Left The Game (Sent to Quortek Zeklet'tau: The Dawning)


[User]
 The tower stands up on the hill, darkened and ancient with the weathering of three thousand years' worth of neglect. The road leading to it has nearly been forgotten; a barely-there, dirt-and-grass path that winds among wild grasses and stray stones in a long, twisted line to the tower gate.
Somehow, the gate  has remained intact after all this time, as if it were in brand new condition. However, with this sort of condition it seems nearly impenetrable.
The cart and horse slowly turn back, the driver waving as he passes down the hill once more.
Standing in front of the gate, you clutch the envelope given to you by your Headmaster, still sealed. On the front was written " open at the Tower of Ancients;  not after, and definitely not inside. Good luck, Maria."

 The place by the tower itself is a small area of flat, stony ground. The tower is made of solid granite, stretching far into the sky. In front of you sits a black metal gate, closed and sealed. All around the tower's perimeter yields nothing but smooth, carefully carved stone.
On a stone next to the gate, placed into the wall, is a glowing blue symbol. It pulses softly with a light blue light.

[User]
 Maria did not understand why she was here. All she knew was that the headmaster had requested her to come here. So she did. She guessed that there was a reason for this, maybe a test. She did not know. She carefully inspected the rune and tried to understand it.

 Spoiler: Arcana Check
 (1d20+5)[ 12 ]

After that she decided to open the envelope.

[User]
 Originally Posted by onlie2005
 Maria did not understand why she was here. All she knew was that the headmaster had requested her to come here. So she did. She guessed that there was a reason for this, maybe a test. She did not know. She carefully inspected the rune and tried to understand it.

 Spoiler: Arcana Check
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After that she decided to open the envelope.

The symbol appears to be a modified version of  Glyph of Warding.

Inside the envelope, you find a letter written in red ink.

 Maria,
 It is time for your final test before you graduate into the world as a true, fully-fledged wizard. Even prodigies such as yourself must undergo this quest; it is a long-standing tradition of the Academy.
Before you, you see the Tower of Ancients. A tower that has stood since time immemorial, it has secrets in its depths that even today, none have plumbed to. It is your job to travel down into the ruins and rooms to find...something.
We don't know what it is, to be honest. It was detected on our Psion's  Detect Magic  network a few weeks back, and showed up as a powerful spike that lasted for three days.
It lies around five miles underneath the surface, beneath this tower. We know no other details besides this. It is your job to find out for us.
Godspeed,
Headmaster Vivillain

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 Maria had a determined look on her face. This was her chance to prove herself worthy of being called a wizard. After all that was what she wanted. Looking around the took note of the sealed gate. With the Glyph of Warding put there it was obvious that going through the gate was not an option. Although she was considering climbing it. But there might be another way in. So first she decided to do a perimeter around the barrier surrounding the Tower, looking for any other way in. She could try climbing the gate but she was very short.

 Spoiler: Investigation Check
 (1d20+5)[ 8 ]


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[User] The human hetman continues.  "A pack of terror claws has been sighted by grippli hunters.  These filthy creatures will scare away game, and maybe attack the village.  I am willing to pay in skymetal for their claws as a trophy on the town hall wall!!"

[User]
 Maz grins as he thinks to himself.
  Maybe I'll catch myself one while I'm there!
He starts to head for the edge of town, trusting the others who stepped forward to follow.

[User]
 "I think that guy knows where they are! Come on, let's follow him! We'll be back shortly with the claws you seek.

HEY WAIT FOR TARKA!"  Tarka goes jostling after, with her rocks making a loud but pleasant percussive rhythm as she scurries.

[User] As the search party forms, Dayeoh wonders how many of these so bold will end up needing saved too? He will follow for now, if only to be able to correct them later.

[User]
 "If they should need to be culled then so be it."  Says Hach motioning to join them, without asking.  "Either they will die or we will, and the strong will still survive."

The green scaled, dark banded lizard at shoulder height with him snarls apparently in agreement.

[User]
 The  Hetman continues, "the gripplis are camped near the edge of the redwoods, not far from where the ferns give way to scrub. They should know more."

Assuming you go to the gripplis, you quickly find yourself in the shadow of the great redwoods, as you approach, a tengu carrying what might just be some manner of firearm.   "Terrorclaws!  They attacked the gripplis.  The gripplis ran away!  I don't know why someone would attack a grippli, they're not good to eat!  Not that I'd eat gripplis, gripplis are my friends!"
edited for punctuation. :(  (I have a degree in English, so I feel bad.)

[User]
 Which way to the fight? Perhaps we can save someone if we get there in time!
Maz swings himself up onto Patrick's back.

[User] The Tengu turns and starts skipping towards a spot in the redwood forest.  (Tengu skip when they run, it's like the birdish saurians forget with each step that they don't have wings and try to take off anyway)

[User] Patrick follows quickly as Maz pulls out his Slingstaff and loads a bullet into it.

[User] Tarka grabs a rock and follows after, holding it at the ready.

[User]
 You see a small pack of four terror claws swarming a grippli with a spear.  Another, larger and less colorful grippli lays facedown beside her mate.  They are defending a pond, where presumably the tadpoles are.
When you approach, the terrorclaws break off their assault to attack you, who are, as said, far tastier than the frogmen.

roll initiative
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[User] After all the commotion had subsided a day later and the damage was being cleaned up, the wounded being taken care of, Paco found himself a moment of rest. He realized he still needed to talk to Fabula and explain things to her, as well as resolve whether he could let Greta stay with her for a while and whether she'd allow him to teach Glamora and take her along on his travels. After the night before, Paco had his doubts about that, but nevertheless he set out to look for her. He found Fabula in the gardens near the Senatorial building where the Grand Ball had taken place and sat down beside her on a stone bench. " How is she doing? " He asked after a few seconds.

[User]
 Fabula had cleaned herself up since the night before. She was out of her party dress, and back into her traditional garb, when Paco arrived, she was staring off into the distance lost in her own thoughts. She did not even notice he was there until he spoke. She jumped a little bit as she was brought back to reality. Her eyes turned to Paco's had lost a little of the light that he had come to know in her, though it certainly was not all gone.
 "The Head Priests say it is likely she will never speak again, but they also tell me nothing is wrong with her."

[User] Paco nodded sadly. " At least she is alright, apart from that. That's definitely good. " He took a deep breath. " Greta is still shaken up about it, but she'll be alright. I've taught Shvedrishti to take care of herself, but Greta never needed to be taught that. " He smiled a little and was silent for a while as he stared at some flowers. He swallowed and looked at Fabula, a little disheartened that the admirable twinkle in her eyes was less vibrant now. " Do you still want me to explain... whatever all the things are that I might need to explain? " By his count, he'd at least need to tell what exactly was between him and Adam, which was the cause behind his hiding and Humperdink's subsequent dramatics. It was possible Fabula had questions about more than that.

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 Originally Posted by Morph Bark
 Paco nodded sadly. " At least she is alright, apart from that. That's definitely good. " He took a deep breath. " Greta is still shaken up about it, but she'll be alright. I've taught Shvedrishti to take care of herself, but Greta never needed to be taught that. " He smiled a little and was silent for a while as he stared at some flowers. He swallowed and looked at Fabula, a little disheartened that the admirable twinkle in her eyes was less vibrant now. " Do you still want me to explain... whatever all the things are that I might need to explain? " By his count, he'd at least need to tell what exactly was between him and Adam, which was the cause behind his hiding and Humperdink's subsequent dramatics. It was possible Fabula had questions about more than that.

Fabula crossed her arms under her chest, turning to fully face Paco.
 "You better get started. I am sure you have quite a bit of explaining to do."

[User]
 Paco took a breath. " Very well, " He said to her with a nod. " It all began when I joined the Temple. I ended up working with the Blazing Avatar sometimes and wrote some of his letters for him. That's how I came to know he wanted the families of Calorum and Pryonia joined together at the place the Lord of Fire was rumoured to have been born. That's how Greta was born, and after the Blazing Avatar died I went to her parents to convince them to let me teach her. However, there was one person whom I feared would be a danger to her. " His looks hardened. " Adam. "

His teeth clenched firmly and remembering having to leave the Temple now over twenty years ago brought up sore feelings. " I actually had to leave the Temple before Greta's birth. Adam had become First Brother, the temporary replacement of the Blazing Avatar as head of the temple until he-- she  would return. Adam has always been a harsh man, full of conviction, but very traditionalist. I suspected he had ties to the Order of True Fire, a radical order that operated in Celero, though I have no evidence for it. The Blazing Avatar before the last one was a man cruel to those not of the faith and did nothing about their reign of terror, which allowed them to grow until the Celerese defeated them themselves. The Order went underground and eventually the new Blazing Avatar was murdered by one of their members. "

Paco paused for a moment to ensure Fabula was still with him on his story so far. It was a long one, but if he made it too short he'd have to leave out key details. " I was gone from the Blazing Temple when Adam became First Brother, because I headed the investigation into the murder. A few months after my return, I left the Temple. I thought it was not safe for me there. Judging by his reaction to my presence last night, I might've been right on that. "

[User]
 That was a lot to take in, and Fabula sat for a little bit, absorbing it all.
 "Do you think—"
She was interrupted as Glamora trotted in holding a flower for Paco. She hands it to him then stands there watching.
 "She's been doing this for the last hour or so."
Fabula says, motioning to a small pile of flowers next to her.
 "They all mean something. That's a hydrangea. It means perseverance I believe. She's been using them to communicate feelings."
Glamora nods and runds off again.
 "Do you think Adam could be the monk in my dreams? The one who...

[User] " It's possible, " Paco replied. Fabula did not have to finish her question. " The only other possibilities are that the monk was simply symbol for the Temple... or that it was the Blazing Avatar. "


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 This is the IC where you guys do stuff.

  A low fire burns in the hearth of this comfortable common room. The tavern, called the Gilded Lady, contains a little girl (Human), a male Deva, a male dark elf, female half-elf, a Male Revenant, and a lone human man.
Not long after you sit down with your drinks, a group of tough-looking humans saunters into the tavern to the center of the room. The man in the corner leans back into the shadows of his booth. However, the seven new arrivals spot him. Four move to the front and back doors, while three cross the room, cornering the patron.

[User]
 It took a while, and she may never recover, but Maria was slowly recovering from her parents' deaths. For a while she was sullen and silent, just reacting and keeping to herself and going through her usual routines. But soon she began to live again, a quiet courage and resilience evident in this surprising 9 year old who was now an orphan and travelling with a stranger she barely knew. The hurt and pain was still there, but there was an inner courage that kept her going. She became more sociable and more lively as time passed. But it did not mean that she forgot.

Sitting near the fire was a small, lithe child with long, reddish brown hair and hazel eyes. She wore plain, tomboyish clothing consisting of a blue shirt, brown pants, a pair of black boots and a hooded green cloak.  Her backpack was under the table and between her legs. As soon as she saw the men enter the bar, she gave her half-elf companion a gentle nudge and discreetly gestured with her head towards the new arrivals. Slowly she reached into her pocket and pulled out her wand.

[User]
 Adrie, ever vigilant, keeps close watch on the targeted human, while also watching Maria to see how the girl reacts.  From under her chair, she senses movement as Vikka wakes and stretches.

Adrie Everbright

[User]
 Sitting in an unlit corner of the tavern, Iselor was in a perfect position to observe what was happening. His unimpressive height and a dark brown cloak that covered most of his body helped him remain unnoticed, but when group of presumably armed figures entered the tavern he realized there will be trouble. Pulling out his staff, he made his way towards the little girl while fainting old age. He wasn't the best actor, but he was hoping that his cloak (that was in a very bad shape, duo to cold winds of the Dale) and his walking stick would be a good selling point.
 "My Lady"  he whispered to the half-elf  "I believe this new company will be troubling. I offer you my assistance, if the situation escalates."

[User]
 Kel'ozz

Kel sits on his own, near a back wall.  He keeps his hood up.  Though it doesn't fully conceal his nature, it usually serves as an effective "don't bother me" sign.

Observing the men entering, he watches as they seperate to block the exits.  With non-chalant movements, he reaches for the bow leaning against the wall, and strings it.  He also takes more notice of the layout of the room, in case he needs to find a more strategic location.

 Spoiler
Roll to grab and string bow unnoticed:  (1d20)[ 5 ]  if the action uses thievery (sleight of hand) add 11, if stealth (unnoticed movement) add 13.

What's the layout of the room?  Is it two floor, with a second floor walkway?

[User]
 Iskander stands hunched over the tavern's counter, absent-mindedly reading the names scrawled on the various bottles of liquor lining the rear wall.  Though alcohol does little to him anymore due to his nature, he sometimes finds himself searching for vintages from years he remembers.  He turns his head as the group of armed men enter.  He straightens up from the bar as they move to block off the room's exits.  Three break off and move in on the elderly man approaching the young girl seated by the fire.

Iskander strides loudly over and intercepts them, standing between the three and their intended target.   "Is there going to be a problem here?"   He looms over the three, his voice deep and ominous.  His cold blue eyes move from face to face,  "Because I can promise you, you'd be better off leaving if so."   As if to emphasize his point, he places a hand on the shaft of the heavy war-hammer hanging from his belt.

He had seen the little girl slip something long and slender from her pocket a moment ago, as well as the old man's strong grip on his walking stick - though Iskander presumed it was much more than a simple stick.  He had even taken notice of the dark elf seated in the room's corner casually stringing his massive bow.  He'd almost mistaken the thing for an over-sized quarterstaff at first glance.  If these men had come for a fight, they would certainly be getting one.

[User]
 Adrie is surprised at how quickly everyone else in the room sensed trouble. Certainly these seven meant business, but so quickly reaching for weapons could only serve to escalate the situation.

She gazes upward at the Deva.  She's dressed in well-kept traveling clothes and a sturdy suit of chainmail; she's clearly an adventuring cleric. The colors she wears -- not to mention the triple star emblem on her chest -- clearly identify her as a Joybringer of Lliira to anyone with even a passing familiarity with the pantheon. She has no weapons, save perhaps for the walking stick propped up nearby.

  "Let us wait and see,"   the half-Elf whispers in return.   "We wouldn't wish to damage the tavern by reacting hastily."   The words are as much for the Deva as they are for Maria, as Adrie noted the girl's drawn wand. Nonetheless, it's clear she's not shrinking from duty, should it come to that... she's quite prepared to act swiftly and forcefully should she deem it necessary.

Adrie Everbright

[User]
 Originally Posted by Ardurious
 Iskander stands hunched over the tavern's counter, absent-mindedly reading the names scrawled on the various bottles of liquor lining the rear wall.  Though alcohol does little to him anymore due to his nature, he sometimes finds himself searching for vintages from years he remembers.  He turns his head as the group of armed men enter.  He straightens up from the bar as they move to block off the room's exits.  Three break off and move in on the elderly man approaching the young girl seated by the fire.

Iskander strides loudly over and intercepts them, standing between the three and their intended target.   "Is there going to be a problem here?"   He looms over the three, his voice deep and ominous.  His cold blue eyes move from face to face,  "Because I can promise you, you'd be better off leaving if so."   As if to emphasize his point, he places a hand on the shaft of the heavy war-hammer hanging from his belt.

He had seen the little girl slip something long and slender from her pocket a moment ago, as well as the old man's strong grip on his walking stick - though Iskander presumed it was much more than that.  He had even taken notice of the dark elf seated in the room's corner casually stringing his longbow.  If these men had come for a fight, they would certainly be getting one.

The man who seems to be in charge turns towards you and laughs, " This is none of your business dead-who-lives. This is between us and him. Now back off. " He shoves you backward.

[User] "That was a mistake,"  Iskander locks eyes with the man, steadying himself.  He takes a quick step forward and grabs a handful of the man's greasy hair.  He lifts and pulls the man until he is standing on his toes.  He sweeps his gaze across the others who had entered with the man,  "If any of you moves, I'll break his neck.  Now,"  he returns his frigid gaze to the one he holds,  "you're going to tell me why you came here.  What business have you with this man?"

[User] " Wait, wait, we can talk about this, it was just a small misunderstanding... " The man stutters. He then motions towards the ground and his hair.

[User] "Then help me to understand,"  Iskander holds the man steady.

[User] " This, this man has something to give us. Please let me down, I beg of you! " The man cries.

[User]
 Maria, who has been watching the scene unfold with the Revanant and the leader, is not really sure about the motivations. But she does know, even at such a young age, that this group of men are acting suspiciously. So she watches the leader carefully as he reacts and says, looking for signs that he might be lying or untruthful. She also keeps a careful eye on the other men.

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 Insight Check:  (1d20+9)[ 5 ](5)
 Perception Check:  (1d20+9)[ 15 ](15)

[User]
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  You notice a holy symbol flash inside the man's shirt. The holy symbol that the man in the corner
wears is made of oak and bears the symbol of a rose. The symbol is that of the goddess Chauntea, a benevolent deity of nature and the harvest

[User]
 Maria could not tell that the man was lying or not. But she knew that something was not right by his and his lackeys actions. They did not fit what was, in her opinion, appropriate normal behaviour. So she decided to speak up.

  "Well why don't you ask that priest of Chauntea over there,"  , Maria pointed to the man huddled in the corner who was apparently the target of these intruders,   "what you want? And why all this rather hostile looking behaviour? What has he done to you? Are you afraid he might escape? And with what?"

Maria turns her attention to the priest of Chauntea,   "Do you know these men?"

[User]
 I believe that it's aurdorious' turn to post, I'm not sure who that was directed towards though...

A map for those who are unsure!

T = Thuggish looking peoples
R = Strong, roguish looking humans.
H = Guy in charge, who is being held by Ar
M = Priest guy of Chanteua
For the PCs it's either the first or the first two letters of your username.

[User]
 Sorry for double post but...

The priest looks at you and says: " No, I have no idea who these people are.

[User] Let's try this:

[User]
 Originally Posted by LtPowers
 Let's try this:

Thank you! I have no idea why that didn't work... 🤨


[User] The streets you once knew (however brief it may be due to your backstory of not living in this town) are filled with rubble now you emerge from a fortified building you spent the last night in.  Either avoiding a war or if you are full of bloodlust you are reluctantly healing woulds.  Their appears to be no sign of the empire yet at the same time you don't see many of their bodies.  You all know eachothers backstory IC except for parts you want to hide from the others.

[User] Harutakeshi Minatoya, a heavyset cheese merchant wearing a dark cloak that covered him from neck to foot, had avoided the war as best he could, instead selling the last of his cheese supply.  Were he seen fighting it'd draw attention, and attention was one thing he didn't need.  He did however help the healers as he could, fetching water and, more often then not, the wrong herbs.

[User]
 Kazu Noma, the spectral shaman, had avoided the war as best she could, staying back to help heal the wounded.

She is in a corner, sobbing, and Brightfang nuzzles her cheek.

[User]
 Jinjiro

Jinjiro emerges from the building with quick, confident strides.  He walks down to the nearest intersection, looks down the streets, and then quickly heads to the other intersection near the building and does the same.

Returning to the others, he mentions anything noteworthy he saw, and then crosses his arms and taps his foot impatiently.
 "Well, nothing will happen sitting here. Let's go."

He steps back outside and makes a standing leap, easily pulling himself up to the roof of the first floor of their building and gaining a better vantage point.

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Jump check  (1d20+31)[ 39 ]
That's an 8 or 9 foot jump, plus 8 feet of vertical reach.  He's in good shape; doing a pullup is no problem.

[User]
 "You really think it's safe to go out there?"   The cheese merchant asks skeptically.   "Last night I saw  fireballs  in the distance, that's never a good sign, let alone hundreds of armed men..."

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Sweet, the color's on the color table so I don't need to keep looking it up!  Anywho the cheese merchant's been seen doing dangerous stuff without noticing before, he just seems somewhat shocked and tends to avoid it when he notices it.

[User] The black-armored samurai, Chiyo, regards the others.  "The only thing worse than going forward is to sit and wait. Scavengers and bandits will soon fall upon this place."

[User] Hirotaka's quiet voice is nonetheless clear and easy to understand,  Safe is boring anyway.   Stepping out of the shadow of the doorway, he places two fingers in his mouth and unleashes a loud, piercing whistle.  Moments later, it is answered by a squak from the skies, as a griffin, Kosaku, wheels his way down to meet them.

[User] The cheese merchant, looking back and forth for objections nods hesitantly to the samurai's comment, gulping anxiously at the other man's comment at agression.

[User]
 You boys are going to get yourselves killed with thinking like that. Help me look for any who might have survived.
Kazu floats around the village, checking any bodies for signs of life and using some of her power to heal any she finds.

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Touch of healing reserve feat, healing for 9 points on use, up to half health.

[User] Humbled by the spirit's admonishment, Chiyo begins looking through the rubble to see if he can find any survivors.


[User]
 (AHAHAHAH! IT BEGINS!)

As the seven of you mill about the base, watching poorly-written soaps and picking at your belly-button lint, the main screen your oversized main-screen suddenly slams into place! You wish it wouldn’t do that. Someone is going to loose an arm to that thing.

The half-maddened features of DR.MAGENETHANDS, manifests on screen; in all his monocle-and-eyepatch-wearing, moustache-twirling, magnet-phlanged glory.

“Zo, [INSTEAT SUPERHERO TEAM HERE]! You thought Ey, DR.MAGENETHANDS, wouldn’t notice your FEEEBLE attempt to stop I, DR.MAGENETHANDS devious Christmas present for the president? No matter! Eeyt will take more zhen the likez of you to stop I, DR.MAGENETHANDS’ glorious radioactive master plan! I hope you like fowl play!

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH  AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-“

The screen cuts out before he could finish.  He must have incredible lung capacity.

There is a distant boom and the screen is replaced by an ear-splitting crack,  a gigantic hole in the shape of a yellow robot, and the yellow robot itself.  As a massive hawk and it’s equally massive gunblade wreck havoc in the distance, the mecha’s chicken legs spark with animatronic power, and it’s multi-coloured gating guns whirl, filling the room with the distant noise of hundreds of transformation sequences beginning at once.

What will you do?

[User]
 Nicodemus Ezekiel Campbell-Jackson stares at the mecha-poultry with unbelieving rage.  First, TV breaks his heart, and now a cyber-chicken breaks his TV?  A man of lesser rage might be confused by this cycle of events, rather than infuriated.

But Nicodemus Ezekiel Campbell-Jackson is no man of lesser rage.

 "I'M THINKING YOU WEREN'T BURDENED WITH AN OVERABUNDANCE OF SCHOOLING, MOTHERF***ER!"  he roars,  "TASTE CARDBOARD AND SUSTAINABLY-GROWN KALE!!"

So saying, he throws the pizza box like a mighty discus, like those thrown by the athletes of ancient Greece.  Except, this one was still filled with kale and cheese residue.  Tiny slivers of the health-filled vegetable went flying into the yellow fowl.  Nicodemus Ezekiel Campbell-Jackson surveyed his work with satisfaction.

 "No cyber-bird can stand the healthful vigor of sustainably grown kale!"  he proclaimed proudly.

 "It is known,"  solemnly intoned Standish, his manservant-who-was-sometimes-there-and-sometimes-wasn't.

 "It is known,"  agreed Cornwallis, his other-manservant-who-was-sometimes-there-and-sometimes-wasn't.

[User]
 The pen is mightier than the sword, so therefore, by that logic cardboard is much tougther then reinforced polychromite. The walker is toppled as the twin gatling guns fire their payload upward, and confused, bird-themed  mahou shoujo  rain from the sky in a defining burst of glitter! The box rebounds into the waiting hands of Nicodemus Ezekiel Campbell-Jackson!  Standish and Cornwallis politely golf-clap.

Unfortunately, the robot was the first of many. The ludicrously-sized gunblade held in the ring-encrusted claws of a colossal, hawk relates a booming staccato as the mecha/attendant teenagers wreak havoc. Atop its massive top hat, Bawkers indulges in maniacal clucking as he releases yet another thermonuclear death chicken into a waiting crowd of orphan nuns.

The city needs heroes now more than ever!

Unfortunately, all it has are you guys.

[User]
 Your mom looks up at the massive hole in the wall.

"Tsk," she says, almost to herself, "we're going to have to get the builders in to fix that one." She adjusts her hair and pats the brick-dust off her apron, then wanders off to the flak cannons to lend air support.

[Not playing any cards because none of them fit the current situation - just chipping in]

[User]
 In his frequent haunt in the base's science facility, Steve glanced up from his chemistry textbook to check on the viewscreen to the lounge--if he had to be stuck in here studying, he wanted to at least make sure his teammates weren't doing anything fun without him.  Honestly, he wasn't sure why he was bothering with this degree anymore, what with his room and board being guaranteed by the superhero thing, but he'd never been the sort of man to give up on something he'd started.

He looked up at the screen, and dimly noticed the other team members in a fight for their lives against an army of scantily-clad Japanese teenage girls, as the giant mechanized poultry looked on.

He lowered his gaze back to his textbook, counted to ten slowly, and tried again.

Yep, still mass-combat-magical-girls-giant-robot-chicken.

 "Well"  he said to himself with a regretful sigh  "guess no homework for me today."

Seconds later, Steve burst through the door into the lounge, cutting his most heroic figure against the entryway, his left hand clutching a large, firmly sealed flask.  With his most rakish smirk, he stared Bawkers straight in his beady little chicken eyes and launched into his standard dramatic arrival act.

 "So, old Magnet-paws up to his old tricks again?  Overgrown Christmas turkeys attacking HQ?"   He gripped his belt with his free right hand, and, as he reached the crescendo of his spiel with  "sounds like  this  is a job for..." , dramatically dropped his pants.   "CAPTAIN THUNDERWEAR!"   He added a flash of lightning and an actual thunderclap on the last syllable, just for good measure.

Hefting the flask of highly-concentrated sulfuric acid he'd hastily grabbed from the laboratory, he flew by the seat of his underpants up to Bawkers' altitude, weaving and dodging as much as possible to avoid taking a schoolgirl to the face.  As soon as he was within tossing range, he hurled the acid at the foul fowl as hard as possible.   "How's  this  for a community college education being useless?"

[User]
 "Well, the fact that your wretched superpowers got you into college in the first place kidna disproves your poi-OHGODMYFACE"

Bawker's shrill scream fills the air as he tumbles from the crown of the deathly wealthy hawk, and managed to total a pile of mechas who were trying to become Turkey-Voltron. Man. They do not build these things like they used to.

 Long, Glorious, and Majestic Eyebrows furrowing, the hawk screeches a battlecry as the skies darken with stormclouds. It's gold-plated gunblade becomes electrified, and as the streets flood it lungers at Captain Thunderwear!

Meanwhile, on the streets filled with malfunctioning mechas and soggy schoolgirls, a waterfall unleashes a true horror upon the world: Eliminster fist-fighting what appears to be a raft made of bears.
Yes, you heard me.

...You're not gonna let that Marty-Stu show you up, are you?

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 [Not playing any cards because none of them fit the current situation - just chipping in]

Don't say that! Try something! You have a theoretically unlimited amount of iced coffee!

[User]
 The Moist Pink And Green Towel of Justice takes advantage of the wetness, activating Mecha-Pope's Severed Batrachian Command Module. He summons an army of frogs, ordering them to swarm over Elminster and the bearaft.

Then it leaps into the fray, fringes akimbo, heading towards Deathly Wealthy Hawk, Thunder of Tornadoes.

[User]
 Elminster is overwhelmed by the combined mass of his ursine/amphibious fiends, and in a fit of defiance, prepares a hitherto-unseen spell of unfathomable strength!

However, making several hundred checks to cast definitely is difficult even for a wizard of his caliber, and it misfires! He is crushed in the center of an anamorphic bowling-ball the size of Godzilla. (Incidentally, S.E.N.P.A.I noticed that.)

Unfortunately this 'raft' is now slowing rolling around the vegas strip, and is heading for the effiel tower! If the flooding, mechas, and rolling boulder aren't stopped, they'll be no city left to save!

In addition, those of you near where bawkers fell hear a strange gurgling, as if someone was trying to spit out a death curse underwater...

[User] The mecha piloting German sword shouts out in its language  " Absturz durch das! "   and fires its jury rigged blackhole powered side loading washing machines at the gunblade in an effort to clothe all of the magical girls it may spawn.

[User]
 Nicodemus Ezekiel Campbell-Jackson emerges into the Vegas strip, attended/not-attended by Standish and Cornwallis.

 "Gad-motherf***ing-zooks!"  he curses, bending over briefly to retrieve his pizza box,  "Cardboard and kale can do nothing here, no matter how sustainably grown!"

For a moment, the rage of Nicodemus Ezekiel Campbell-Jackson is crushed under the weight of despair.  What could one browncoat, no matter how illustrious his descent, do against such an onslaught?

  "Remember who you are . . ."   Samuel L. Jackson's face, framed in the clouds, booms down to Nicodemus Ezekiel Campbell-Jackson.

 "F . . . father?  Other-father, I mean, since I have two fathers?"
  ". . ."

Samuel L. Jackson's face is briefly confused, before plowing forward:

  "Remember, Nicodemus . . . you are my son.  And one bad motherf***er . . ."

Samuel L. Jackson's face fades from view.  Nicodemus Ezekiel Campbell-Jackson leaps up, face ablaze with triumphant rage rekindled.  He is renewed!

 "YES, FATHER! I SHALL BECOME . . . A JACKSON!"

He leaps into the path of the raft, in front of the Eiffel Tower, and releases his Jacksonian heritage in a barrage of manly pheromones, hoping to cow the bear-raft into aiding him in holding back the flood by sheer force of motherf***ery.

[User]
 After a devastating exchange of blows between the deathly wealthy and our unlikely heroes, the hawk decided it’s had enough! It brings to bear the gunblade big enough to have it’s own zipcode, and switches it to full auto for a final devastating barrage…

Or would, If not for a washing machine launching itself in the barrel at approximately twice the speed of sound. One devastating implosion later, and the gunblade, along with it’s attendant hand, is no more, reduced to quantum strings and detergent!*

Meanwhile, Nicodemus Ezekiel Campbell-Jackson stares at the bear-frog ball. The ball stares back.  Nicodemus Adjusts the strength of his glare. The bears, frogs, magical girls, mechas, and what’s left of Elminsiter silent nod and acquiesce to your biddings, doing urgently needed repair-work and disaster relief. They know better.

Unfortunately, the day is still far from saved, there is a distant rumbling as water drains as if into a huge whirlpool and the suddenly explodes outward, carrying with it an army of screaming cassowaries, lead by a massive, cybernetic variant! The skeletonised Bawkers clucks like a madman as he ascends backs his previous perch, and prepares to command the feathered legions...

*No mechas, pilots or magical girls were harmed in the making of this description. Well, not permanently, anyway.

[User]
 Few men could claim the skill of the Ninja, and fewer Ninja's still were Bears. If fact, there was only one, and thus, due to the Conservation of Ninja's, that made this bear the most powerful bear around, none could stand in her way, and no Eye Brows, no matter how long and glorious, could stand up to the claws of a Ninja Bear.

Especially when those eyebrows cast a convenient shadow for the Ninja-Bear to Hide in.

[User]
 Dealthy wealthy hawk looks at the cranage. Then at the bear. Then at the carnage again, then at the bear.

Then he screams internally.

 Eyebrows plucked: 2/2

Unfortunately the cassowaries are still making themselves a nuisance: eating spleens, tearing down buildings and constantly jaywalking!


[User] It is Returning Day. A Holiday to commemorate the feat of taking the city of Ullevi back from Giants many centuries ago. The light drizzle isn't dampening the festive mood emanating from the gawkers and the hawkers of wares in the Wide, a marketplace packed with people from all strata of society and stalls selling exotic Myrkirian goods. Cheerful citizens tightly wreath a platform erected along the Wide's eastern edge. Someone wearing an official-looking sash is speaking, but the crowd's noise drowns his words. Moments later, the throng erupts in wild cheers as an older, surprisingly muscular human man takes center stage. The ovation continues for minutes uninterrupted. A nearby wizened female eyes you with amusement before hollering, "This here's Duke Hjálmarr Stagheart" as if the mere name explains everything. The duke, smiling broadly, bows to the crowd and then gestures for quiet. The crowd obeys, except for one person, who shouts, "We love you, Hjálmarr!" The Duke responds, "I love you, too, Ullevi." and the assemblage explodes in deafening hurrahs. A rather routine near worship of the Duke takes place while some members of the audience return to buying from the stalls and some of the more quiet festivities.

[User] Draco laughs at the crowd's declarations of love for the duke. However he does not do this alone, in his hand is a large mug of beer and by his side is a beautiful blond he had just met, who was laughing with him. As any passerby could see, Draco was enjoying this festival immensely.

[User]
 Not feeling in a very festive mood, Donovan tries to stay to the edges of the crowds.   Not likely to hear any useful rumors about red dragons today...   Donovan thinks to himself as some of the more sauced festival goers pass by, singing an ear-bleeding tavern song on their way to another drink booth.   Maybe I can learn something about this duke and why everyone is head over heels for him.   Donovan thinks dropping some questions on some of the more sober festival goers.

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Gather Information check:  (1d20+6)[ 18 ]
Just getting some setting information on what appears to be an important NPC.

[User] Joanna threw up a halfhearted cheer to fit in, but she was already walking away from the commotion. Large crowds always bothered her. Especially if they weren't paying attention to her. She didn't really know who this Duke was nor really what city she was in, nor did she really care. She was here to have fun, and if there was nothing else interesting around here, she could at least get drunk. There never was any shortage of fools to buy her drinks.

[User]
 'It is nice to take a break from the studying from time to time.'  thinks Liam, as he enjoys the festivities, mostly walking around and trying various types of food and alcohol.
After some time he takes a pint with him and sits near a bard who seemed to have a spark of talent, to enjoy some songs and stories.

[User]
 Bcool: During his investigation Donovan finds out that the Duke was a hero in his youth, a commoner who left the City to go on adventures, and came back to save the city before his mid-years. He was granted the title Duke by the King of Kesthelm (The Kingdom the City is in) for his service, when the original royal family was murdered and he brought the murderer to justice.

As the Duke talks, you all notice a disturbance to your right. Someone is pushing roughly toward the platform. A cloaked and hooded figure emerges from the crowd, scrambles onto the podium, and strides toward Adrian, short sword in hand. The other officials scatter, leaving Hjálmarr alone on the podium with the cloaked man, who when Duke Hjálmarr looks upon him looks as though he has seen a ghost. The City Guards move toward the stage, but the panicking crowd impedes their progress and prevents them from using their crossbows effectively. From the Crowd you hear the unsheathing of weapons, those weapons turning on the crowd.

[User]
 As soon as violence breaks out, Draco begins to grin, looks at the woman who was beside him and says,  "Hold my drink I'll be back in a moment,"  and then winks before rushing towards the stage.

 Spoiler: Initiative
Initiative roll if needed: (1d20)[ 19 ]

[User] She watches the events on the podium with interest, but is soon distracted by the sounds of fighting in the crowd. " Gods damn it, I did not want to get into trouble today. Not this much, anyways. ". Not wanting to pull out her two-bladed sword in such a cramped crowd, she pulls out a dagger and looks to defend herself against anyone who might attack her. Or attack anyone who looks cute enough to save.

[User]
 'Well... it is much more eventful than I anticipated.'  thinks Liam as he watches the scene of violence with calm detachment (or maybe just shock).
 "I might regret it, but I am going to meddle a bit."  he mutters under his breath. He puts down his beer on the nearest table, and focuses on the stage.
 "Andraffh'khalerri'nt'ghdrAvvar"  he whispers, and just a second later he curses and says much louder  "Tiamat's bacside! I bit my tongue!"  and whispering again  "I guess I shouldn't drink and Truespeak..."

 Spoiler: OOC

Initiative:  (1d20+3)[ 5 ]
Standard Action:  Slick the Surface  incantation  (1d20+13)[ 14 ]  vs DC 15 to succeed  fail
 If it works, a 10ft by 10 ft square under the feet of the hooded guy with the knife becomes slippery (Balance DC 10 or fall prone, the same to stand up later)
Move Action: Draw the bow.

[User]
 May is concentrating on her mark. She locks her target on it and release her arrow. The bolt flies with a deadly aim, hitting the bull's-eye. She flicks her gaze to the hunter that she is competing with and finds him gone. There are crossbowmen marching to the stage. She follows them, finds a shadowy vantage where she could camouflage herself in, ready to shoot the one who dares disrupt the tranquillity of this city.

 Spoiler: Actions

Readied standard action to fire at the enemy if the enemy moves.
Hide (Take 10) - 17
Move Silent (Take 10) - 18
Initiative if needed -  (1d20+6)[ 26 ]

[User]
 Donovan makes his way to the stage.   It won't do if the Duke is assassinated, from what I heard the city would likely go into a riot without him. Also, if I help him out, maybe he could help me? Surely a Duke would hear rumors of dragons.

Muscling his way through the crowd, Donovan approaches the stage. When he reaches it, He climbs up and places himself between the attacker and the Duke, blade drawn.  "That's enough. I don't know what grudge you have against the duke, but your actions are bringing suffering to this city whatever your cause. I will not just stand idly by, so surrender before this gets more bloody than it already is."  says Donovan, ready for the villains attack.

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Diplomacy:  (1d20+6)[ 10 ]
Readied action to Attack the cloaked figure if he approaches,
Attack:  (1d20+5)[ 12 ]
Damage:  (2d6+5)[ 13 ]  (1 point is fire damage in case of DR or resistances)

 Spoiler: Crit Confirm if needed
 (1d20+5)[ 18 ]
 (2d6+5)[ 13 ]

Initiative:  (1d20+1)[ 18 ]


[User]
 The sun, lazily rising into the beginning of its daily cycle, climbs over the horizon's edge, bringing with it brilliant lightrays that dance off the morning dew in the hills and plains and make the tops of the trees shine so brightly as if flames danced upon them.

These same brilliant rays caressed the sleepy wood and stone of the large village known simply as The Faction, dispelling the night and coaxing people from their beds. The streets warmed, stunned people stumbled out of a tavern, and life began with a slowly increasing hustle and bustle.

A new day had dawned.

People in The Faction mostly start the day's journey in the southern part of town, as the strong darkwood houses and the Great Olgyamut Bar reside there, in what serves as the residential district of the large village. Most of the houses are built as actual houses, but a few are built into naturally growing darkwood trees as well, due to some elves' beliefs that it brings them closer to nature.

Moving north into the center of town, one enters the market plaza, an open area filled with the stalls of merchants, craftsmen, and others plying the trades they specialize in. The only true building in the area is off to the northwestern section of the plaza, the Fancy Shop of Magic owned by the teenage human girl, Narri.

The western section of The Faction is where adventurers, soldiers, and others of similar ilk gather when not at the tavern, as many people recruit others and prepare supplies in the small rental cots lining the streets. The only prominent buildings here are the guard barracks, as the western section is the only open entrance to The Faction as well as the area facing away from the rest of the resistance's land.

Most people living in The Faction continue north, however, rather than going west, as the northern section of the city is the place of non-traders with full-time jobs. This is the place where most weapon and armor shops and forges, small factories, and inner-village plantations exist.

A small few, however, turn towards the eastern section of the city, the section where the leadership of this piece of the resistance makes their base. It also serves as more of a business and regulation district, as this is the workplace not only of war leaders and strategists, but also of those who do paperwork and monitor the goings-on of daily life and economics in The Faction. Despite the business-like function of this section, however, it appears the most natural and magical of any section of the city, with the offices built carefully into darkwood trees to appear as if part of the tree itself and lit within by magic and glowing plants rather than torch and burning coal.

While most of the village is just now bursting into life, however, you have all been awake for some time. You, though not quite the cream of the crop and mostly not even part of the cohesive military structure, are well above most of what the resistance has to work with, and were thus ordered by the leading general and governor of the town, the nameless gray elf who was referred to as either "General" or, by close friends, "Asper," to appear in his quarters early in the morning. You were to be given a special assignment based on some "new information" that had been acquired.

Now you wait simply in a waiting room with bench-like structures composed of magically-induced plant growth, lit dimly from seemingly everywhere yet with no discernible source. You are scheduled to be met by the General in about five minutes, though there appear to be no doors except the one you came in from and no furniture except the plant-growth bench. The room is quite spacious, built into a darkwood tree several times larger than any other known to exist, with sixty feet between a wall and the wall across from it, yet currently there was only one person inside aside from your group, a young, dreamy-eyed halfling girl in the opposite corner of the room from the bench (which was in turn by the door) who was lazily flipping a gold coin while spacing out.

The room had a faint smell almost like cinnamon, and the walls seemed to block out the sounds from the outside street almost completely once the door was closed.

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 Spoiler: And, thus, uh, 'heroes' were made
A brief location note, the place you're in is mostly a partially hilly, partially flat plain. The trees are actually fairly sparse: on average, a dozen and a half or so per square mile. They tend to clump due to the winds blowing seeds down into the gaps in the hills, however, so there are clumps close enough together to build the southern and eastern districts around (and often into) them.

Any specific locations will have related information explained about them as they become relevant locations.

[User]
 Morgan

Morgan enjoyed the cold breeze of the morning. Having ones body completely covered was both hot and uncomfortable. Alas, it was nessesary.

As he sees the others he greets them:   This morning is wonderful..   with a voice that clearly implies what the morning is beautiful for.

To make time pass he will start a debate with Dren whether or not it is a viable strategy against druid to tie a shield on the front and the back, hereby ruining their flow of natural energy.

 Spoiler: The morning is wonderful for
killing orcs doh

[User]
 Ilier Nelnarmyr

" I concur. For a century I saw naught but a greysilk sky whenever castle walls didn't cover it for me, and so I'm constantly amazed by these colours, but  this  morning is particularly beautiful, I must admit. " So showed Ilier how he had completely missed the joke, lazily trying to glance outside from where he stood, though he wouldn't have spared a smile either way.

[User]
 Cracking a rare grin at Morgan's hypothesis, Dren breaks his thoughtful silence,  "I wouldn't know; I've yet to be presented with one who would have acquiesced to such an experiment."

Dren clears his throat loudly and glances toward the door, very obviously impatient with simply waiting. To distract himself, he digs around in his bag, pull out his ever-present book, and begins to scribble a few notes.

[User]
 Nightyara's entrance is somewhat awkward, as her refusal to not constantly keep her weapon with her means that she has to navigate through a door with the six-and-a-half feet of steel at her side. In the end she ducks and holds the weapon horizontally, doing a forward swivel to get into the room, the sharpened steel of her massive blade barely missing the wood of the doorway. Once in the room, she looks it over briefly, seeming impressed by its size and spending a moment to inhale the unusual smell of the place. Spotting the halfling, Nightyara looks at her with interest for a moment, eyes running over her body, looking for weapons, pouches - any signs of the small girl's profession, before she goes to sit down next to her, setting her blade against the bench at her other side, steadying the steel with one hand.

As the others speak, Nightyara in turn sighs ( "You know, life can be more than single-mindedly killing orcs, my heathen friend." ), chuckles ( "Why would metal disrupt the flow of natural energy? It is an inherent part of nature, worked steel is part of the Sunburst's great sculpture." ) and sighs again, ( "Patience, Dren. Waiting in silence is an important skill for anyone not intending to spend their life keeping another's home."  but makes no effort to involve herself more deeply in a conversation. If the others wish to speak with her, the warrior will respond, but she doesn't seem to be interested in a lengthy exchange.


[User] Welcome, those that desire to test yourselves, builds, monsters, classes, whatever you like.

[User]
 Rolling for inititiative:
 (1d20+7)[ 15 ]

[User] (1d20)[ 9 ]   (1d20)[ 13 ]   (1d20)[ 4 ]   (1d20)[ 2 ]   (1d20)[ 8 ]   (1d20)[ 1 ]

[User]
 I didn't see that you had added a link to an earlier post.

Initiative:  (1d20+7)[ 10 ]

Added to tracker as well

[User]
 "Initiative"  - (1d20+2)[ 17 ]

I'll upload a sheet somewhere later.

[User]
 Sorry for the delay all, it's been crazy.

You find yourself walking along a forested woods, a few hours after dinner. It's been uneventful so far, despite word of undead in the region. There is little wind in the trees, a soft rustling can be heard.

But there's a louder rustle coming your way. From the brush leaps a hunting dog, teeth barred, and the foremost adventurer.

 Spoiler: OOC
Fight time.
Rex bites Nightguan  (1d20+10)[ 30 ]  vs AC.

Initiative is filled out now, take your turn.

[User]
 Initiative seems set, but it looks like it's just us on the map still? :x

And no worries about the delays, I think we all know this stuff can be slow sometimes. I'm not going anywhere for a long while yet.

[User] Fixed. Mobile edit didn't save.

[User]
 Alright, coolies. Here we go.

Move Action:
Walk from R6 to Q11 (going through the grass to avoid an OA)

Standard Action:
War Song Strike @ Rex
Attack:  (1d20+10)[ 27 ]
Damage:  (1d8+5)[ 13 ]
Hit: +4 THP to ally that hits Rex before the end of my next turn


[User] Here is where the gods can converse among each other away from the mortal realms. It is a place Ao separated from the physical where it may watch all. It has granted it's children free access to this space, to do with as they please.

[User]
 Terkuni turns to face the greeting from somebody off to her side.
   How wonderful!    She thought, looking at the beautiful silver furred creature. Looking back at her own fur, still black and murky, the same color as the nothingness she was born from.   This simply wont do.   Terkuni then dissapates back into the shadowy chaos from which she was formed from, drifting silently towards Cius, and then reforms her body in front of him, However, this time in the form of a humanoid, with long muddy black hair, almost covering her face, and extending down to her back. She is wearing dirty cloths, though they don't appear torn or raggedy, the same color as her hair. On her person she carries a satchel and a book, attached to her jeans through a thin chain.

 Salutations, dear brother. Perchance you may part with some of that hair on your person? It certainly has quite the lustrous sheen to it.

[User]
 "Lovely sister, I am honered and must commend you on your keen eye. This pelt surely is of the finest silver in all of existence" , Cius cannot help but smile at his own joke
 "Surely you do not expect me to hand it over for free? Do you have something to offer in exchange? It need not be much, interpret it as family- and first-time-customer discount."

[User] Hmm....  Terkuni sounded, thinking to herself. She then lights up, and rummages through her pouch. She pulls out a black parchement, rolled up and tied together with a thick and piece of red velvet.  Perhaps this map may interest you?

[User]
 "Ho ho ho, and pray tell me, is this dark side the front of this map of this vast nothingness? If this is what I think it is, I have a counter-proposal for you. Do you mind if I take a look?"
Cius stretches his long right arm towards Terkuni and holds out his hand.

[User]
 I see you have a good head on your shoulders, which I suppose is to be expected.  Terkuni commented, a slight pout on her face. She tosses the roll up into the air, and when it lands back into her hand, it is now slightly streaked with silver around the edges.   Still, perhaps it will interest you now.    Terkuni unravels the map, showing initially a blank black parchment. However, on the black parchement, slowly materializes the shape of a brown circle, covering slightly more than half the parchment. Then, suddenly, deep gouges appear on the surface of this circle, followed by a purple haze that spreads over part of it. These clouds of haze continues to move on the parchment, as if it was animated, followed by a sudden surge of blue, appearing on parts of the earth.

Smiling contently at the result, she looks back Cius, now wearing a mischievous smile.  And now for the final touch... She says, looking down at the planet being formed. Suddenly, spots of light form around the brown orb on the parchment, at the same time when the same spots of light appear about from the nothingness around the planet provided to us.

[User]
 "Splendid! I think we have ourselves a deal."
Evenly distributed from all over Cius amazingly thick pelt, single silver strands loosen themselves to get spun into each other. A moment later, a hand-full of perfectly round silver coins drop into his hands, their face imprinted with his own.
 "This should make for an easy transport. Feel free to unravel them again at your leisure."
And with that, Cius focuses on the planet.

[User] Hissek popped a stone slab into existence and curled up on it, and set a fire under it to heat the rock. "  Bored, bored  " he thought to himself, as he drifted off to sleep.

[User]
 Ao watches the drama of life and death unfold and turns its gaze to Its daughter.

  "Let this serve as a warning for Acting without first thinking, my children. Your sister acted in greed to fill her caverns with life that they were unprepared to sustain, and that life died."   Ao's Gaze is stern as It looks at Its daughter waiting for her response to this waste of power.

[User]
 "You! What have you done to my beautiful children?"

The sound of Aria's voice is still musical, but it's the music of chaos and dissonance - it is a shriek clashing with screams, a roar of fury against a background of wailing sobs.  "How  could  you? They did  nothing  to you!"

[User] " If you were mortal sister, this would be a kill-able offense. " Khan stated coldly. They were just mortals, but they still deserved a more respectable death, at least when his children fought each other they died like warriors. " Master, you should let me teach my sister a lesson she won't forget. "

[User]
 Ao turns Its gaze on Its son, and for the first time one of the gods feels the full force of Ao's presence. Reflected in Its gaze are thousands of Aeons through hundreds of multiverses. The full might of Ao is to one of its children what a megaverse would be to a solar system, incomprehensible.

  "Do not presume to tell me what I  must  or  must not  do Khan.   Ao's gaze holds for just a moment before it settles back into the warm glow that it has been until just now. Once more It is the gentle warmth of their creator. A light in the void.

  "The rules are the rules Khan, no none of my children may directly harm one of their siblings. Terkuni was foolish, and she caused great harm to be done to the creations of her Brother and Sister, but she broke none of the rules, I will not step in and intervene until such a rule is broken.

If you try to harm her Khan, you would be breaking those rules."

Ao looks from one of his children to the next, watching their reactions, waiting for the next move to be made.

[User]
 Hissek opens an eye, and from his rock, hisses softly. It is a sound full of threat and warning. " Death is part of a cycle, brother. Your people knew this, and you would realize it too if you but opened your eyes. Still, such senseless violence serves little purpose."

Hissek moves to Aria. " Sister, be calm. What is done is done, and cannot be changed without great cost. There is still much to be done, much we can do to right was has been wronged. We may not always see eye to eye, but even I can see the wrongness it what was done."

[User] "Siblings, believe me: My heart aches just like yours. But I am sure Terkuni did not intend for this to happen. Instead of seeking retaliation, let us make sure this tragedy will never repeat itself. Terkuni, tell me more about this maze of yours. Is there more than one entrance? And... is there a reward for those who solve it?"

[User]
 Cius makes an exaggerated confused face,  "With all these kinds of creatures around, we should start naming them. It becomes tedious to refer to everything by describing it every single time. I think I'll reserve the right to name my recent creation..."
Cius silently considers a few option and then shrugs.
 "I hereby proclaim they shall be called the Ciyan. It's not particularly original but I hope the reference to me, their great creator, makes it memorable enough to you, friends."


[User]
 You are in the land of Alberon,
And from the explored limits of endless north-eastern forest to the high impassable mountains range of the north, right down the west coast across and including the south westerly islands, the land has know peace, even as you move inland over the vast green plains, over to the far south east into the depths of the barren dessert right to the edge of heavens fall, for generations now the 5 great kingdoms have lived in harmony and flourished and expanded in the times of prosperity. The holy warriors of Galas can be found patrolling anywhere there may be evil protecting the land and enforcing law in their saviors memory and kings honor.

Because of the horrors of the past, arcane magic is frowned upon if not banned in certain establishments. Clerics and paladins of lawful good alignment are favoured by the churches, backed by the governments and can be found all over the land.

 Spoiler: History and leadership
In a time almost forgotten when the kingdoms were at war, the gods saw it just to punish the unruly and evil by spewing forth a magic darkness and disease from the depths of the dwarven mountains, the dwarves who kept to their own affairs and locked themselves in the mountains were the first to be punished, for their greed and failure to act was seen as a sin. From the desert a goblinoid army had taken over the plains and the elven forest became under attack from all angles. Unsuspectingly the dark disease from the north tainted the forest to a place so dark and vile, orc goblinoid and elf alike were forced to flee. All aiming for Valkreath the kingdom was brought to near repairable ruin.

Completing his quest of passage Virk Galas the prince of Sea Crest returned from his journey with his crew, sailors now armed like soldiers, he claims he was gifted from the gods. They freed ValKreath from its destruction and pushed the non humans back to the desert. Using his divine might and with the last of those believing in justice rallying behind him they charged upon the evil that had taken over the dwarven mountains.

Once victorious the forest began to grow anew for evil had been uprooted from the land.

Before Virk Galas's death he had a daughter to an elf who's mother died during birth, Sonia the half elf born of royal human and elf blood eventually became the high priestess of Ehleruhn. Soon after her mothers death the king took anew wife birthing him a heir and a daughter.  Carlos was destined to rule the land and with his father saw Fort Horizon erected in front of the dwarven mountain, A mighty majestic castle encroached into the mountain overlooking the lands promising defense from evil to all who pleaded fealty and in the after math of the disaster, with a debt of life owed, they all did. Tributes flowed as Fort Horizon grew into the Capitol of the land, and Carlos the future king.

Vivien, Carlos's sister was married into the royal Orstach family, rulers of Valkreath, to the prince Alvhast.
Valkreath being directly south had already grown into a prominent market place.

Dahlan Galas, Virk's younger brother eventually took rule of Sea crest and handed it to his son Vhalan Galas upon his death.

Little is known of who, if anyone rules at fort Kraasia.

 Spoiler: Fort Kraasia - lost to the desert
Fort Kraasia
Sits on the lands edge known as heavens fall, its deep in the dessert long after the soft sand has given way to a hard rocky floor where the ground suddenly gives way to a sheer cliff edge. Its a deadly drop almost further then can be told and is seeming stretches on forever in all directions and none have ever walked around and returned to talk of it, or gone to the floor and managed to come back up. Right in the so told center of this sits Fort Krassia. Seldom visited by travelers or traders, locked away by the monsters of the sands, the occupants of Kraasia known as Kraisians are believed to have looked over heavens fall and into the abyss for too long and become as savage as the beasts the are surrounded by.

 Spoiler: ValKreath-The Market in the plains
 you know nothing of this kingdom yet

 Spoiler: Fort Hirizon -The holy bastion in the mountain side
 you know nothing of this kingdom yet

 Spoiler: Sea crest - land on the sea
 Cutters hollow falls under the jurisdiction of SeaCrest as do the hamlets on the nearby islands.
Seacrest primarily a fishing town, built on strong stilts over the sea it also brings in exotic fruits. The lazy, self sustaining  lifestyle of the sea dwellers and the constant pull from the ocean see them less under the thrall of the Galas's firm law even tho run by a Galas prodigy itself. Sharing a blood linage, fort horizon has less sway when finding reason to impose the Guards of Galas into his territory.

 Spoiler: Ehleruhn - elven province of the forrest
 you know nothing of this kingdom yet


[User] Once the feast and announcement of the new Mistress of the Weave concludes the representatives of the Union of the North, Ashenia and Bordeux, are found by servants and guided to one of the doorways that had been closed at the beginning of the night, a path that lead to the private wing of the Empress. The representatives are led to a room which appears to be a conference room. Intricately carved and padded chairs sit around a large square marble table, an import from Calorum. On it are a few trays of light food and desserts along with a pitcher of water and another of Raaneki Heartwine. The servants who took the representatives in bow respectfully and inform the diplomats that should they need anything or should they wish for the Mormaer to be fetched they need only send someone to inform the guards standing outside the doors that lead to this hall. With that, the servants leave the room, allowing the diplomats to discuss their plans in peace.

[User]
 The Princess Regent of Ashenia sat down at the table and was handed a sheaf of documents by one of her guards. Her brother had remained at the Ball with half their guard. She addressed Lord Cedrik as he sat down.
 "Fortunately, we discussed most of this by correspondence. So, I took the liberty of preparing a written agreement for us to sign."
She passes a copy across to Cedrik.

 Bordeux trades to Sulvan:
Cedar Wood, Sulphur, Gold and Furs.

Ashenia trades to Sulvan:
Books, Horses, Silver and Dairy Products.

Sulvan trades to Ashenia and Bordeux:
Mithril, Coal and Iron.

Ashenia trades to Bordeux:
Books, Silver, Dairy Products, Salt, Somnorum (Hallucinatory flowers), Voidbeasts, Wheat and Horses (to Crima)

Bordeux trades to Ashenia:
Cedar Wood, Furs, Gold, Sulphur, Glass, Olive Oil, Stone, Grain, Goats, Bats and Horses (to Ashenia).

In addition, the nations of the Union of the Northwest do hereby pledge to aid each other in all defensive wars and do hereby solemnly affirm that they shall never engage in war against on another.

 "If there are no errors we should send for the Primarch to get his signature. I am certain he will agree to this treaty."

[User] In addition to our parts of the agreement, I will be shipping cattle, marble, precious stones, and Nyx hounds to Ashenia. Is there also an equal exchange of technology in this agreement and any colonial resources?

[User]
 Sincerest apologies Lord Cedrik. I had intended to include clauses to that affect, but they must have slipped my mind when I drafted this. Give me one moment to include them."
She sets aside one copy and begins making additions at the end:

 Bordeux trades to Sulvan:
Cedar Wood, Sulphur, Gold and Furs.

Ashenia trades to Sulvan:
Books, Horses, Silver and Dairy Products.

Sulvan trades to Ashenia and Bordeux:
Mithril, Coal and Iron.

Ashenia trades to Bordeux:
Books, Silver, Dairy Products, Salt, Somnorum (Hallucinatory flowers), Voidbeasts, Wheat and Horses (to Crima)

Bordeux trades to Ashenia:
Cedar Wood, Furs, Gold, Sulphur, Glass, Olive Oil, Stone, Grain, Goats, Bats, Horses (to Ashenia), Cattle, Marble, Precious Stones and Nyx Hounds.

In addition, the nations of the Union of the Northwest do hereby pledge to aid each other in all defensive wars and do hereby solemnly affirm that they shall never engage in war against on another. Furthermore, they do agree to share their technological advances when not already prohibited by another agreement.

Upon the acquisition of new territory by either Bordeux or Ashenia, they each agree to export one quantity of any resources in said territory to the other.

She hands the amended copy to Cedrik.

 Spoiler: OOC
Sorry, I must have missed those resources somehow. They are in your new regions I take it?
Anyways... As currently written, it's pretty unbalanced in Ashenia's favour as they're not exporting as much as Bordeux. I'll try and remedy that through rampant exploration and colonisation as soon as possible. I'm thinking, because of the Plague, of checking for possible subterranean regions.

[User]
 It looks fine to me. Shall we send for Razkai, then? I believe Gabrielle could find him; she knows his scent.

 Spoiler: OOC
Yes, they're in my new regions; there's no way you should know about them, I haven't even published a write up yet.

[User]
 Idrisa motioned to one of her guards and spoke softly to him in Ashene. He bowed and moved to the door and opened it to speak with one of the servants in the hall outside.
 "Razkai should be here shortly."

[User]
 Originally Posted by Elemental
 Idrisa motioned to one of her guards and spoke softly to him in Ashene. He bowed and moved to the door and opened it to speak with one of the servants in the hall outside.
 "Razkai should be here shortly."

Razkai arrives hurriedly.
 "Apologies for my lateness, I was sampling the hospitality here."
 He takes up the agreement, reads it, then signs it in Razdissi.
 "All should be in order. Sulvan's Fury will remain a member of the North."

[User]
 Originally Posted by Silverbit
 Razkai arrives hurriedly.
 "Apologies for my lateness, I was sampling the hospitality here."
 He takes up the agreement, reads it, then signs it in Razdissi.
 "All should be in order. Sulvan's Fury will remain a member of the North."

An economic member. Technology and colonial resources will only be shared between Ashenia and Bordeux.

[User]
 Spoiler: OOC:
Yep, I meant an economic member. Slight error there.


[User] Here be biffed dice rolls. Go nuts.

[User] Sebastian Nyx  speaks in  Purple .

[User] Ethan shall be Darkorchid.

[User] Marco 'Amulya' Hietala  Will speak in  Deep sky blue

[User]
 And  Lyra  will be...

...

DRAGON, YOU STOLE MY COLOR!

*sighs*

Well, I suppose it's regular  Blue  for me, then.  *mutters about unruly dragons*

[User]
 lets try that 100 again

 (1d100+5)[ 21 ]

[User]
 Ethan is using Tactical Maneuver on Raptor's Successful Stealth Rock (How can you have an unsuccessful Stealth Rock?).

 (1d20+7)[ 9 ]  DC 15, if success, Raptor can use an EoT or At-Will move (going with Aerial Ace pwnage).

Dwebble!
 (1d2)[ 2 ]  1 is male
 (1d4)[ 3 ]  ability
 (1d35)[ 25 ]  nature.

[User] ooops forgot the  (1d100)[ 9 ]


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[User]
 1st round:
Gregor Lvl 12 gestalt Vampire Lord (CR 20) Taurosking

 Spoiler
http://tinyurl.com/d5rfw3g

VS

Grimnosh Old Green Dragon with the Eternal template (CR 25) Samshiir

 Spoiler
http://tinyurl.com/c2mej37

[User]
 Grimnosh's Initiative
 (1d20+6)[ 16 ]

[User]
 Gregor's initiative
 (1d20+11)[ 14 ]

[User] Combat is in an open field, and the characters are 100 ft apart. any thing goes.

[User]
 Move Action: 100 ft Flying charge at Gregor (Will use Flyby Attack)
Standard Action: Claw Attack
 (1d20+33)[ 47 ]
(Damage)
 (2d6+13)[ 19 ]
Move Action: 120 ft flyby
Free Action: Cackle with evil laughter!

[User]
 activate boots of teleportation to 10 ft from grimnosh (move action), activate fly, (free action) attack with melee slam  (1d20+26)[ 41 ]  damage  (1d4+6)[ 9 ]

edit: if hit by slam attack target takes a penalty of -3 levels (or hit dice)

[User]
 Standard Action: Breath Weapon (DC 33 Reflex-Half)
 (16d6)[ 56 ]
Move Action: 220 ft fly forward, rise to 100 ft above ground.
Free Action: Swear revenge for scratching his face!

[User]
 Reflex save
 (1d20+24)[ 32 ]

[User]
 Breath Weapon recharge:
 (1d4)[ 4 ]  Rounds

[User]
 activate boots of teleportation to within 5 ft of Grimnosh (move action), detach 1 fireorb from necklace (free action) melee touch attack to attach necklace to  grimnosh with telekinesis
 (1d20+17)[ 21 ]

[User] Standard Action: Cast Fire Shield (Immune to Fire, deal 1d6+9 Fire Damage when hit)

[User]
 Attack of Opportunity
 (1d20+17)[ 20 ]

[User] melee slam attack  (1d20+17)[ 33 ]  (standard), move 50 ft directly back from Grimnosh ( move action)

[User]
 damage  (1d6+6)[ 9 ]  -3 levels, +15 temporary hp
fireshield  (1d6+9)[ 14 ]

[User]
 Move: Wingover
Standard: Disintigrate
 (1d20+20)[ 32 ]
 (40d6)[ 138 ]  (DC 28 Fort)
Saved Damage:  (5d6)[ 25 ]
Free Action: cussing in Draconic

[User]
 Fortitude save
 (1d20+27)[ 28 ]

Edit: Natural 1 results in an auto fail

[User] concede defeat

[User]
 2nd round:
Tarrasque of Legend, Tarrasque CR 25 Taurosking

 Spoiler
http://tinyurl.com/cjrjuos

VS.

MR. T, Tarrasque CR 25 Samshiir

 Spoiler
http://tinyurl.com/buytfgp

[User]
 Initiative
 (1d20+11)[ 20 ]

[User]
 Initiative roll:
 (1d20+5)[ 23 ]

[User] Combat is in an open field, and the characters are 100 ft apart. any thing goes.

[User]
 Standard: Cast Destruction: DC 21
Fail = instantly slain
Pass = 10D6 damage

Move: Fly upward 120 ft (rush)

Free: Mr. T focuses on his unholy symbol around his neck for his Destruction spell, yo.

[User]
 Spell Resistance Check:
 (1d20+4)[ 21 ]

[User] Tarrasque of Legend holds his action, waiting for Mr. T to return to Range

[User]
 Cast Summon Monster IX for 1D4+1 SM VII Creatures

 (1d4+1)[ 3 ]

Fiendish Megaraptors appear spread out in front of enemy Tarrasque thing

[User]
 Will Saves vs Frightful Presence:
 (1d20+4)[ 6 ]
 (1d20+4)[ 20 ]
 (1d20+4)[ 11 ]

[User]
 Failed Frightful Presence Check, 3 attacks of Opportunity:
 (1d20+48)[ 61 ]
 (1d20+48)[ 64 ]
 (1d20+48)[ 57 ]

Damage:
 (4d8+20)[ 48 ]
 (4d8+20)[ 37 ]
 (4d8+20)[ 38 ]

Edit, since they are fleeing and Tarrasque of Legend has +7 dex and combat reflexes he gets 2 attacks of opportunity against each. assuming similar numbers, all 3 Megaraptors are dead.

[User] Tarrasque of Legend holds his action, waiting for Mr. T to return to Range

[User] (move) Fly to 60 feet above ETT, use (standard) Breath Weapon: 60 ft line, 6d8 lightning damage, DC 40 reflex, save for half damage

[User] Reflex Save  (1d20+36)[ 38 ]

[User]
 (6d8)[ 31 ]  Lightning Damage.
 "BWAAA!!!!"

[User] Back up 40 ft, end turn

[User] fly above ETT 40 feet ahead

[User] hold action waiting on Mr.T

[User]
 hold action for 6 rounds unless ETT does something aggresive...

also, /taunt

[User] hold action :(

[User]
 (6 rounds later of frivolous taunting)
Full Round Action: Rushing Charging Flying Bite Attack with 20ft Reach!

 (1d20+63)[ 78 ]
Damage:  (4d8+23)[ 40 ]

[User]
 Full round action:
Bite  (1d20+64)[ 74 ]
Horns  (1d20+64)[ 68 ]
Horns  (1d20+64)[ 65 ]
Claws  (1d20+64)[ 76 ]
Claws  (1d20+64)[ 76 ]
Tail  (1d20+64)[ 77 ]

Damage
Bite  (4d8+24)[ 40 ]
Horns  (1d10+12)[ 15 ]
Claws  (1d12+12)[ 17 ]
Claws  (1d12+12)[ 22 ]
Tail  (3d8+12)[ 24 ]

[User]
 Power Attack to all: 12

 (1d20+51)[ 53 ]
 (1d20+46)[ 58 ]
 (1d20+46)[ 65 ]
 (1d20+46)[ 49 ]
 (1d20+46)[ 54 ]
 (1d20+46)[ 56 ]
 (4d8+35)[ 54 ]
 (1d10+26)[ 33 ]
 (1d10+26)[ 33 ]
 (3d6+26)[ 34 ]
 (3d6+26)[ 38 ]
 (3d8+26)[ 42 ]

[User]
 Power Attack 20 to all

Full round action:
Bite  (1d20+44)[ 45 ]
Horns  (1d20+39)[ 48 ]
Horns  (1d20+39)[ 50 ]
Claws  (1d20+39)[ 45 ]
Claws  (1d20+39)[ 44 ]
Tail  (1d20+39)[ 54 ]

Damage
Bite  (4d8+44)[ 63 ]
Horns  (1d10+32)[ 39 ]
Horns  (1d10+32)[ 33 ]
Claws  (1d12+32)[ 41 ]
Claws  (1d12+32)[ 34 ]
Tail  (3d8+32)[ 56 ]

Edit: Bite Fumble, no damage

[User]
 Power Attack to all: 12

 (1d20+51)[ 53 ]
 (1d20+46)[ 66 ]
 (1d20+46)[ 65 ]
 (1d20+46)[ 64 ]
 (1d20+46)[ 59 ]
 (1d20+46)[ 62 ]
 (4d8+35)[ 49 ]
 (1d10+26)[ 35 ]
 (1d10+26)[ 33 ]
 (3d6+26)[ 38 ]
 (3d6+26)[ 41 ]
 (3d8+26)[ 41 ]

[User]
 crit confirm:
 (1d20+46)[ 59 ]

[User]
 Power Attack 20 to all
Full round action:
Bite  (1d20+44)[ 51 ]
Horns  (1d20+39)[ 55 ]
Horns  (1d20+39)[ 46 ]
Claws  (1d20+39)[ 51 ]
Claws  (1d20+39)[ 59 ]
Tail  (1d20+39)[ 53 ]

Damage
Bite  (4d8+44)[ 71 ]
Horns  (1d10+32)[ 39 ]
Horns  (1d10+32)[ 41 ]
Claws  (1d12+32)[ 42 ]
Claws  (1d12+32)[ 38 ]
Tail  (3d8+32)[ 51 ]

[User] Claws Crit confirm  (1d20+39)[ 50 ]

[User]
 Power Attack to all: 12

 (1d20+51)[ 52 ]
 (1d20+46)[ 61 ]
 (1d20+46)[ 52 ]
 (1d20+46)[ 62 ]
 (1d20+46)[ 53 ]
 (1d20+46)[ 57 ]
 (4d8+35)[ 53 ]
 (1d10+26)[ 28 ]
 (1d10+26)[ 28 ]
 (3d6+26)[ 34 ]
 (3d6+26)[ 34 ]
 (3d8+26)[ 37 ]

[User]
 Power Attack 21 to all
Full round action:
Bite  (1d20+43)[ 49 ]
Horns  (1d20+38)[ 43 ]
Horns  (1d20+38)[ 43 ]
Claws  (1d20+38)[ 46 ]
Claws  (1d20+38)[ 54 ]
Tail  (1d20+38)[ 58 ]

Damage
Bite  (4d8+45)[ 57 ]
Horns  (1d10+33)[ 43 ]
Horns  (1d10+33)[ 34 ]
Claws  (1d12+33)[ 37 ]
Claws  (1d12+33)[ 43 ]
Tail  (3d8+33)[ 52 ]

[User] confirm tail possible crit  (1d20+38)[ 58 ]

[User]
 Power Attack to all: 12

 (1d20+51)[ 59 ]
 (1d20+46)[ 56 ]
 (1d20+46)[ 58 ]
 (1d20+46)[ 51 ]
 (1d20+46)[ 64 ]
 (1d20+46)[ 59 ]
 (4d8+35)[ 48 ]
 (1d10+26)[ 35 ]
 (1d10+26)[ 33 ]
 (3d6+26)[ 35 ]
 (3d6+26)[ 35 ]
 (3d8+26)[ 39 ]

[User]
 Power Attack 20 to all
Full round action:
Bite  (1d20+44)[ 62 ]
Horns  (1d20+39)[ 56 ]
Horns  (1d20+39)[ 58 ]
Claws  (1d20+39)[ 41 ]
Claws  (1d20+39)[ 42 ]
Tail  (1d20+39)[ 41 ]

Damage
Bite  (4d8+44)[ 62 ]
Horns  (1d10+32)[ 36 ]
Horns  (1d10+32)[ 39 ]
Claws  (1d12+32)[ 34 ]
Claws  (1d12+32)[ 33 ]
Tail  (3d8+32)[ 47 ]

[User] Bite Possible crit  (1d20+44)[ 46 ]

[User]
 Mr. T explodes into a thousand peices, then...
 (1d6)[ 3 ]  minutes later, regenerates....

[User]
 Next Fight:
Level 20 Jedi / Jedi Knight / Jedi Master (these are the only classes allowed)
VS
Level 20 Jedi / Sith Apprentice / Sith Lord (these are the only classes allowed)

Saga Edition CRB only

[User]
 3rd Round:
Joseph Lvl 20 Jedi-7/Sith Apprentice-8/Sith Lord-5 (ECL 20) Taurosking

 Spoiler
http://tinyurl.com/cuxena6

VS

Daria Lvl 20 Jedi-10/Jedi Knight-7/Jedi Master-3 (ECL 20) Samshiir

 Spoiler
http://tinyurl.com/bwwju7s

[User]
 Initiative for Daria:
 (1d20+3)[ 5 ]

[User] Initiative:  (1d20+28)[ 38 ]

[User]
 Quickened Force Lightning 38 vs Reflex
Force Grip 38 vs Fortitude

Damage
Lightning  (8d6)[ 39 ]
Grip  (6d6)[ 26 ]

[User]
 (Reaction) Rebuke vs Force Grip:
 (1d20+25)[ 43 ]

(Reaction) Take Lightning to the face

[User] reaction: Rebuke grip  (1d20+28)[ 45 ]

[User]
 (Reaction) Spend Force Point to negate re-rebuked Grip.

(Standard) Sever Force (Take 10) : 35
Target cannot spend Force Points for a number of hours equal to its Dark Side Score. Target moves -2 on Condition Tracker every time it uses a Force Power during that time.

(Move) Draw Lightsaber

[User] reaction: Rebuke 38 to counter

[User] hold action until attacked in melee or my next turn

[User]
 (Move) into Melee)

(Swift) Battlestrike
 (1d20+25)[ 29 ]

(Standard) Attack

[User]
 Attack:
 (1d20+26)[ 33 ]

Damage:
 (2d8+15)[ 26 ]
Battlestrike Damage:
 (3d6)[ 7 ]

[User]
 reaction to attack in melee:
Draw Lightsaber and attempt to block attack
 (1d20+28)[ 36 ]

[User]
 Force Stun (standard)  (1d20+28)[ 41 ]  vs will
-1 on condition track if successful, -1 additional for exceeding by 5 and each 5 after that

move back 3 squares (move)

[User] (Reaction) Rebuke  (1d20+25)[ 37 ]

[User]
 Swift: Resilience. Spend a Force Point to go +2 steps on the Condition Track

Standard: Sever Force  (1d20+24)[ 26 ]

[User]
 Swift: Force Stun (standard)  (1d20+28)[ 40 ]  vs will
-1 on condition track if successful, -1 additional for exceeding by 5 and each 5 after that
normal: Force Stun (standard)  (1d20+28)[ 40 ]  vs will
-1 on condition track if successful, -1 additional for exceeding by 5 and each 5 after that

move: back up 3 spaces

[User] Rebuke  (1d20+24)[ 34 ]

[User]
 Conditions Tracker:
1= -1 All Rolls
2= -2 All Rolls
3= -5 All Rolls
4= -10 All Rolls
5= Unconscious
6= VERY Unconscious
7= Daria Serinsa

(Standard Action) Get a lightsaber to the Fayce