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 Lovecraft Nevada, 10:30 P.M. October 23rd 2072.
 “This is channel 51 news with a breaking story. Billionaire debutante Baxter Baker has been found dead alongside Titan’s Highway. Marsha in the field has the details, Marsha?”  The image on the screen switched from the pencil mustachioed anchorman to a blushing young reported with a trendy flapper haircut.

 “Thanks Hank! I’m here with police at the sight of the crash. Details are a little sketchy so far but I have confirmation from a forensic analyst at the scene that Baker died of decapitation due to sever lacerations to the neck, back to you Hank.”

The Orkish cameraman switched his camera off and began replacing the lens as the pretty young reporter pulled her overcoat closer. As the two pulled away in shining new news van the police began the real work.

 A haggard troll crouched next to the mutilated body in the rolled Mercedes.  “I’ll tell ya’ll somethin’”  he said between drags on his soggy cigar.  “No way in hell this punk died in a roll over.”

 “What the hell makes you say that Thompson?”  snorted a woman who didn’t even reach his armpit.

 “Well Carletta, this bum is the tenth case like this I’ve seen in the past three months. Some fool getting’ his head cut clean off r’ his heart pulled out in some unfortunate accident.”  He lit up another cigar, this one not soggy,  “I don’t like this. It’s got those old money freaks written all over it.”

  Priscilla’s Café, 10:35 P.M.
 ‘Hey Betty! would ya turn that depressing nonsense off?”  The willowy elven waitress, with a haircut much resembling that of the reporter Marsha, flicked off the streamlined set. Priscilla’s Café was on the edge of Lovecraft’s most fashionable district. Nestled on a brightly lit corner by tow skyscrapers and the elevated monorail track it serviced a wide variety of the cities citizens.
Modeled in the classic diner fashion the patrons ether sat in booths by the windows or at the counter.

 Either way it wasn’t the best location for private individuals. Despite this Diocletian Darkchaple, aka Jeeves, aka the personal butler to one of the most powerful men in the world, sat in the back corner sipping his coffee. Decapitation? He had heard rumors of such things, rumors that led him to believe the worst.

That in this shining new place, full of hopes and dreams, ancient beings from times best forgotten walked among mortal men. That vampires had made a nest here and were thriving. That he had some work to do.

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 The phrase, "Work is the greatest tragedy to befall metahumanity." is certainly not true in any objective sense. May other things could and should take precedent over mere work as great tragedies: War, famine, exploitation, alarm clocks. But this seemingly obtuse saying, popular in the city state of Maredo from whence it originated, is not accurately translated out of Maredian and into more common tongues. A more correct rendition would read: "The prevalence of toil among the humanoid races is the greatest distress and most indefatigable barrier to the realization of happiness the world over."

In fact, native Maredian has several different words that could all translate loosely into 'work' or synonyms therein, based more around purpose and emotional state rather than action itself. For example, the Maredean word 'Tregeaz' translates best into 'toil' or even 'miserable slave labor', because it connotes ceaseless work for no beneficial or even definable purpose. 'Maskan-Maskan' is 'working to live' like begging or substance farming. 'Strakgth' is a job or career that invokes no special feelings, done for convenience sake, or because other, better tasks are not available.

The highest and most enviable state of 'work' is "Q'ath-Bthuganiz" best translated as 'labor of love' or 'passion'. "Q'ath-Bthuganiz" is still labor, because it taxes the body and mind, but inherently rewarding, because it 'fulfills the spirit'.

I tell you this, fair reader, so that you might better understand the mind of one Diocletian Darkchapel, an elf butler spending his rare day off at the cafe. Working a butler is certainly not 'Tregaeaz', but more of a 'Strakgth' for our protagonist. It does not fulfill, but neither is it purposeless taxing labor. Butler work is perhaps the best and only job fit for an elf-man with a boundless, all encompassing boredom born from a life that was far too exiting for an even tempered individual.

But there was one thing, one almost hedonistic labor than an ennui strained soul could indulge in without suffering the guilt-rage of the god Tehlu, and that was killing vampires.

It is perhaps the best "Q'ath-Bthuganiz" possible.

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 “Your coffee sir, do you need anything else?”  One of the wispy elven waitresses set the mug of `genuine Maredo style` coffee down on the booth’s gleaming black table top. The arrival of the precious beverage brought the butler out of his vampire induced rage stupor.

Yes vampires, obviously that chap Baker had been one. Decapitation was one of the foolproof, if there was such a thing as foolproof, methods for killing the beasts according to Van Helsing. Obviously there were more where Baker had come from.

Non-too-subtle rumors from around town, confirmed by his lamenting employer, had it that the blood suckers ran the countless “beauty rejuvenation’ clinics scattered about town. It made sense most of the actors and actresses he ahd met had shown the symptoms of thralldom.


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 Jamal wakes up, rolling out of bed and quickly getting through his morning routine. He smiles contentedly as he can hear his parents thumping around in the adjacent house, glad to know they are taken care of just as they took care of him. Sitting down to his breakfast he takes care of a few e-mails and doing a little paperless paperwork for a few clients.

After breakfast he grabs his jacket and heads out, waving to his Mother as he walks past their house. Enjoying the weather, Jamal casually greets a few people he knows as he walks to Campus. He greets the professor with a smile as he cleans up and enters the Lab and begins checking over the data collected by programs left running overnight.

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 Jason had woken up rather early, all things considered, for today. It wasn't any special day, since there were no meetings or anything, but Jason still insisted that the workshop at Nexus Industries be open by 6 AM.

Inside, he was poring over notes compiled from various test runs of both the SWARM models and the governing AI used. It was a simple thing, really. The AI would be ordered to collect a certain compound, or perform a certain task, and typically managed to do that. There were some general hurdles, like replicating the SWARM models in an environment with a minute supply of metals, but that could usually be overlooked. After all, he'd learn enough once the first version was out in the market, so he could improve it for Mark II.

Jason swiveled in his chair, staring at the four monitors before him, and took a sip of coffee from his mug. It was going to be another long day at work.

[User] Brian wakes up late after a hard night as an EMT. He pushes his bed out of the way, and sets up the heavy bag in his small basement apartment. He spends a couple of minutes jumping rope and then hits the bag. 1, 2, 1, 2, two muggings last night...1, 2, 1, 2, 3, three gunshots wounds upper thorasic cavity, victim age 8, 1, 2, 1, 2, left hook, a hooker vomited on him after overdosing. On it goes for 45 minutes, crime, pain, misery, it seems like the city is getting worse and worse. Brian pounds out his frustrations like some demented christmas carol..."And a hooker that OD'd!", kind of like a partridge in a pear tree, right? right? Afterwards, it's a shower, some vegetable juice and eggs, and he sits down at his macbook. Time to write...write what? What do people want to hear? They don't want to hear what he's seen, he doesn't even want to think about it.

[User]
 Some park in the city

Amanda stares up at a few lonely clouds in the blue sky, keeping her backpack held tight to her chest.... thinking of home, well the home she would like to have.

She sits up slowly and silently stares at the children on the playground for a few moments before getting up and heading over to a McDonalds. As she waits for her order she thinks about today... day three after running away. She counts the money she took when she ran away again, twenty, forty, forty-five, forty-six dollars and 33 cents. Amanda figures she can live for at least a couple weeks on this if she eats cheaply. Though going home... that's... that's not an option, at least not for a week, guessing.

The last message she had gotten from her mom before her phone died was "GET HOME NOW OR I'LL CALL THE COPS!!!" so she wasn't really feeling like she would be welcome there. She sighed as she ate her dollar burger and went back outside... at least she had all the time in the world to explore the city for now.

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 Luis looked upward as he grabbed another rock jutting from the climbing wall, hoisting himself ever higher. He felt the sweat glisten from his body, knowing he would have to be careful to not get any into his eyes. He took a quick glance down and then steeled himself for the final ascent.
 "I must look good for the señoritas today!"

Scrambling to the top of the structure, he stared down at all the new gym members there to check out all the class possibilities for group exercise, making sure to note those with eager and interested faces; then after readjusting his gloves, he quickly jumped down, using the ropes and harnesses to slow his descent.

 "And that is how you climb the difficult wall!"


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 With Universal and Illumination Entertainment’s Despicable Me 2 now playing in theaters, here are five things to know about Gru’s loyal-yet-mischievous yellow, pilled-shaped henchmen.With their wild hairstyles and their big teeth, are the antithesis of the cute yellow minions,” said producer Janet Healy. “Purple and yellow are on opposite sides of the color spectrum. While the good Minions are mostly bald, these guys are really hairy. They twitch and are actually a little bit scary but in a fun way.”

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Maggie Carey, making her directing and screenwriting debut with The To Do List stands behind her title sequence. “Right there,” she said. “It’s like, either you like this movie and you get it, or this is not the movie for you. The To Do List follows Brandy Klark (played by Aubrey Plaza from “Parks and Recreation”), an overachieving valedictorian who dedicates the summer before freshman year of college to becoming as sexually experienced as possible.

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[User] this movies is great... awesome...


[User]
 Ascentia  - the greatest force for good the Prime has ever seen.

Ruled by   Sharlessa the Radiant, Queen of Light, Mistress of Glory

[User] A golem warps to your designated visitor teleportation zone with a scroll of  where to teleport to in order to trade  for gnomish metals.

[User]
 Several guards in highly polished armor, each with a beautifully engraved crossbow and a morning star, are standing at alert in a high vaulted room nearly 80' across. Though the armor is clearly designed to impress with filigree and stylized decorations reminiscent of angel wings, the magical nature of the armor and weapons is clearly evident, and the soldiers in the armor are obviously not selected for their looks.

The floor is polished dark marble with a large 40' circle of lighter marble clearly delineating the arrival area, and soft, lively music can be heard in the distance. The walls have distinct and easily notable decorations to aid people in clearly remembering the look of the place to help avoid teleportation mishaps. Outside the open doors, people can be seen walking back and forth, most wearing a toga-style robe with different styles of sashes, perhaps marking their position or rank.

A guard pulls a white rope which hangs from a hole in the wall, and a bell chimes in another room. Seconds later a middle aged woman comes around the corner, a pleasant smile on her face. She wears similar robes, and the sash is a dark blue, distinctly visible and easy to notice.

" Greetings and welcome to Ascentia. I am Sari Assam, diplomatic chamberlain. I dare say you are with the great Gnomotron. "

Pleasantries are made, such as they can be to a golem, and the golem is sent back with drawings of the general grounds of the city of Gloria, complete with a couple clear paintings of the couple areas around the city which are used for travel or trade-related teleportation. This being the room for official, governmental incoming teleportation.

The golem is also sent back via a Platform of Jaunting with several baskets of sample food goods from the largest food businesses in the city, each with literature espousing their particular business's quality and quantity.

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Mostly fluff text. If the golem can't get back on his own, a couple trade diplomats will likely take him back and start the process of hammering out the fine details of the trade agreement. If it can, they'll make their own way over to Gnomotron's nation soon.

[User]
 Sharlessa provides the majority of magical power in creating the teleportation aspects of the Platforms. Dozens of craftsmen are involved in designing the Platforms, building models of different designs before the final Fabricate spells are cast to create the basic platform. Sharlessa takes the platform and builds in the runes and permanently affixed magic which allow it to function.

Each one is designed by a master craftsman with themes he feels accurately fits the destination country, but also with subtle hints of its origin with angel feathers and wings worked into the background of the primary designs.

One, for King Sibald, is done up with decorations to the point of overkill. Rampant lions of hammered gold adorn the Platform.

Sharlessa personally delivers each platform to its buyer, easily carrying the multi-ton platform in one hand as she teleports to their respective destinations.

[User]
 The golem speaks in a voice identical to gnomotron, but slightly higher sense the golem itself is smaller  " Reply:  *zzzzt* No, I am Gnomotron.  Foreign nations often don't realize my mind can inhabit any of the various constructs I create, but I brought a description to use for teleportation, and I will take your sample food back to my citizens and I can warp some sample metal here for you as well.  *zzzt*  End of Transmission "   Gnomotron's embedded gems in this golem glow and a cubic foot of iron appears.
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This iron has a hardness 1 higher then normal, has 10% more weight, and 10% more hit points then normal.  You can make a will save and tell me your illusion piercing abilities if you want, but I'm not discuising anything as iron, but instead using shadow conjuration to make an illusion of iron that is 110% real and it can me crafted into iron goods that have 10% more effect.


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 You approach a jet black building that looks like a big stone cube and an opening appears out of nowhere when you approach without weapons drawn or 9+ people with you and inside you see a passage way that leads into a sandstone room with 2 gnomes in light, breathable, and expensive clothes, Gnomotron and a decorative pool they all sit around.  This is what another player or one of there messengers would see, but if you are trading your merchants report that they ended up in a sandstone room with no other entries then the portal or teleportation platform they came through and a square marked on the ground for them to put there goods on.

If you try to use a divination spell send me a PM and otherwise post any magical message or physical interaction in my nation can be posted here.

[User]
 A trade delegation blinks in, one by one, to the meeting room. They are a mixed group of seasoned diplomats wearing white togas with bronze-colored sashes. They make sure everyone is clear on the trade agreement between Gnomotron's country and Ascentia and get it written down on fine vellum. They attach their visible arcane marks to each copy.

They also ask to be shown the preferred way which tradesmen should deliver and pick up goods, if there are any particular rules which visitors should follow while there, what resources might be available for longer term visits should the need arise, and the host of other minor details which need to be ironed out when setting up a new trade system.

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Again, mostly fluff.

[User] Another golem much like the one that is in your nation appears through a similar teleportation into the room you are in which is described above.  It signs the document with an arcane mark after double checking it.  It then produces two scrolls from a compartment within itself and hands them over.   " Explanation:  *zzzzt* These are scrolls discribing where to visualize to get to the meeting room (also described above) and the front gate.  You cannot teleport directly into the residential area, but if you are interested in staying for an extended period you may check in at the front gate to be checked for any spying equipment or active divination spells.  *zzzt*  End of Transmission "


[User]
 No matter where your coming from, you've all converged on Driftveil City. You've sat through long line of registrations and paperwork. You've been filed into the grandiose Pokemon World Championship arena. As you step out onto the floor, you see.... nothing. Well mostly nothing a long line to a pair of curtains hung over the center arena. Periodic flashes of light appear from behind the curtains, and another person steps in, but no one steps out.

One by one, you step into the curtains. There are two people in lab coats, one asks for your ID badge and the other works a keyboard. After checking your ID, they tell you your bracket and asks you to stand on the Red, Blue, Green or Topaz X on the floor. A whir of machinery and you are ripped from your spot, as you are teleported. You appear inside a room. No one greets you, but on the floor is a pathway in the same color of the X you were just standing on. Following the pathway leads you to a small auditorium, slowly filling up with other people.

Once seated, a man comes in in a League Uniform and recites in a dreadful monotone the rules of the tourney, before pulling up the bracket. The bracket you reside in matches the color X and Pathway you followed.

In the Emerald Auditorium, a woman calls out  "Would Stereo please step forward. His match shall begin shortly."

[User] "Um, yeah...  I'm here ."  The crowd made him distinctly uncomfortable.

[User]
 Thankfully, the crowd vanishes as the teleporter whisks you away to your  battleground.

Sand whips through the barren landscape, cutting into your skin and eyes, until you notice a pair of GoGoggles at your feet. Putting them on, the scene becomes a bit clearer. You are in the abandoned resort, just north of Castelia.  "Hey, how goes it!"  A tall man calls from across the field.  "Looks like it's you, me and the cameras."  Indeed, no audience is visible in the wasteland, just a small device on props that appears to be there to video your battle.

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Please list human DEX and mon speed. Specify height moved to when applicable, and all effects of moves. I will list damages before stats and typings. For any who are uncertain, defenses are subtracted, then typing is applied. I will edit the map, please make a note if I have made a mistake.

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 Oh, good. It was all in his head. Visibly relaxed, he greets his opponent.

 "Hi"  He waves, grinning awkwardly. He didn't get out much, except for training.  "I'm well, yourself? And yes, it seems it's just us and the cameras... and whoever's watching the cameras. And our pokemon. So quite a few people really."  Perhaps it would have been easier if he could see them?

He pulls nervously at his rather worn looking coat. He knew he should have bought something better... but he never could find the motivation.

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Go Wobbuffett!

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 "Eh, some prefer the crowds, some don't. Dopple! You're on stage!"  The man sends forth what your studies have taught you to be a Gengar.  "Let's crank this to 11!"  The Gengar surges forward, nimbly ignoring the broken walls and letting forth a piercing scream, starting rain in the area and shutting down the sandstorm.

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Trainer Action: Special Attack Boost on Dopple

Pokémon Move Action: Rain Dance, 2 turns of Rain

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"Move into range, and use Taunt!"

Strategic Targeting is used by trainer, reducing AC difficulty by  5 .

AC: 2 (Range 10)  (1d20)[ 16 ]

Effect: For 1d4+2 turns, Torment’s target may not use a Move they have already used in their last 2 turns.

So if successful...  (1d4+2)[ 4 ]
   EDIT!    I misquoted. Effect is: Taunt’s target can only use Moves that have Damage Dice Rolls for the next 1d4+1 turns.

  So reduce turn duration by 1.

[User] The Gengar lets out a piercing screech. From opposite the field, you hear a ding.  "Wobbuffet. Well, that was a close one. Almost opened up with a big attack. Though I think we can still push it a little bit... Shadow Ball!"  The Gengar flies over the sand and debris some more, firing a black orb at the Wobuffet for  144 Special Ghost damage.

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 ...

Wobbuffet takes 283 damage. Wobbuffet uses Mirror Coat!

Range 20, 1 Target, Intercept.

Effect: If the user is being hit by a Move that consults Special Attack for damage, you may use Mirror Coat. If the user survives the hit, the target is dealt damage equal to twice the amount of damage the user received. Do not apply weakness, resistance or immunity. Do not apply stats.

[User]
 There is a bright light around the Wobbuffet as it is hit. Upon connection, the light turns on the Gengar. In a flash, the ghost is gone with no trace.

  Gengar is unable to battle (though alive/undead). Aaron, please release your next Pokémon.
 "****! STALL! ALWAYS STALL, JUDGE IT!"  The man pauses to regain composure.  "...okay, sorry, lost it for a second."  He takes a deep breath.  "Okay. Second mon. Hm... Soliel, let's turn this around."  The man sends out a green flower, somewhat humanoid looking in appearance. Ah, a Lilligant, and quite a specimen.  "Soliel, rain isn't your style. How about we bring out that beautiful sunlight?"  The Lilligant performs a dance that causes the clouds to part, a red rock on a necklace it has glowing as it dances.

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TA: Special Attack Boost

Mon Move: Sunny Day
Addendum: Heat Rock extends duration to 50 turns

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 Trainer Action: Game Plan!

Wobbuffet: Taunt Range 10, AC 2  (1d20-2)[ 8 ]

Effect: Taunt’s target can only use Moves that have Damage Dice Rolls for the next 1d4+1 turns.

If applicable:  (1d4+1)[ 5 ]

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 The Lilligant glares at the Wobbuffet, looking like she's ready to smack it.  "Down girl, not yet. Back off."  Soliel does as asked, backing into a sort of run down hut.

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No TA, no MA

[User]
 "Advance! Forward Wobbuffett Legions!"

Trainer Action: Game Plan
+ Pokemon Shift = S4

Move: Thief AC 2, Target 1, Melee  (1d20)[ 15 ]

Effect: Thief takes the target’s held item and attaches it to Thief’s user, if the user is not holding anything.

[User] Dark, Attack  (1d12+15)[ 27 ]

[User]
 The Wobbuffet snatches the Heat Rock right from the Lilligant's neck.  "Don't let it get to you girl, just relax, wait it out."  The Lilligant hops out of the house, but again does nothing.

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Also, due to a miscommunication, Weather duration began at 7, not 50. Now dropped to 5, Taunt lasting for 3 more turns.

[User]
 Trainer Action: Strategic Targeting

Taunt AC 2, Target 1, Ranged 10  (1d20+5)[ 10 ]

Effect: Taunt’s target can only use Moves that have Damage Dice Rolls for the next 1d4+1 turns.

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[User]
 The man sighs.  "Okay, take a rest, Soliel. We'll stend you out later."  He swaps the Lilligant for a large Victreebel, sending it out right by the Wobbuffet.  "Boite, let's try you."

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Sun for 4 more turns

[User]
 Trainer Action: Game Plan + Shift to M14

Wobbuffet Move: Safeguard between it and foe.

[User] "This will be a long one... Try to get over some."  The Victreebel shuffles over to a bit of wall.

[User]
 Trainer Action: Strategic Targeting

Move: Taunt AC 2  (1d20+5)[ 12 ]

Taunt’s target can only use Moves that have Damage Dice Rolls for the next 1d4+1 turns.  (1d4+1)[ 2 ]

[User] "Really wishing I had something with Disable... Oh right, my other plan. Get back, Boite."  Boite is replaced by the Liligant.

[User] Wobbuffet is switched with Smeargle.

[User] "You know, you should name your Pokémon."  The trainer  again  swaps out for Boite.

[User] He switches out Smeargle for Gengar.

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 Both Pokémon lose 1/16 of their max HP from the Sandstorm.

 "Okay, finally something my speed. Sleep Powder, Boite!"  The Victreebel lugs itself forward and releases a stream of spores at the Gengar, easily putting it to sleep.

[User]
 Free Actions Look Out and Close Your Eyes are activated.

Close Your Eyes: Use when one of your Pokemon is targeted by one of these Moves: Attract, Astonish, Captivate, Charm, Encore, Follow Me, Flash, Glare, Hypnosis, Leer, Mean Look, Sand-Attack, Scary Face, Sleep Powder, Spore, Tail Whip, Taunt, Teeter Dance. The foe must roll +2 during Accuracy Check to hit your Pokemon.

Look Out: Flip a coin until you flip tails. The foe must roll 1 higher during Accuracy Check to hit your Pokemon for each heads during the coin flips.

Heads being a 1 and Tails being a 2  (1d2)[ 2 ]

[User] Closing its eyes has no effect, and Gengar's reaction time is terrible.

[User]
 Gengar continues to sleep

 (1d20)[ 15 ]  16 or better needed to wake.

Trainer Action Game Plan to F14

[User]
 Both Pokémon lose another 1/16 of their HP from Sandstorm.

 "Finally turning our way. Let's bring the pain before that ghost wakes up. Leaf Tornado."  The Victreebel spins in a circle, leaves flying all around it and slicing into the Gengar for  142 Special Grass damage.

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TA: Activate Special Attack Boost

Mon: Use Leaf Storm

[User]
 Gengar continues to sleep.  (1d20)[ 8 ]

No TA

[User]
 Both Pokémon lose another 1/16 of their HP from Sandstorm.

 "Good. Now, Acid!"  The Victreebel spits a foul smelling chemical on the Gengar, who isn't too bothered by it, taking  147 Special Poison damage.

[User]
 Gengar Sleeps some more.

 (1d20)[ 5 ]

[User]
 Both Pokémon lose another 1/16 of their HP from Sandstorm.

 "Keep it up, before the thing wakes. Heal up with Giga Drain."  The Victreebel grabs the Gengar with vines, drawing out energy for  188 Special Grass damage, healing half the damage dealt.

[User]
 SLEEP HARDER DAMN YOU!
 (1d20)[ 2 ]

Victreebell is healed by 38.

[User]
 Both Pokémon lose another 1/16 of their HP from Sandstorm.

 "And finish off with Acid."  However, the Gengar's tough hide seems to just absorb the attack.  "Huh, that's a first."

[User]
 (1d20)[ 2 ]

They see me sleepin', the hatin'.

[User]
 Both Pokémon lose another 1/16 of their HP from Sandstorm, finally KOing the Gengar.

 "Gengar is unable to battle. Stereo, please send out your next Pokémon."

[User]
 Smeargle is sent out as close to Victreebel as possible,

TA Game Plan him as close as possible.

[User]
 Both Pokémon lose another 1/16 of their HP from Sandstorm.

 "Okay, I can do this now. Poisonpowder!"  The Victreebel spits out a new wave of spores, these ones causing  Poisoning  in the Smeargle.

[User]
 Activate Hold Your Breath:  Use when one of you Pokemon is targeted by one of these Moves: Muddy Water, Poison Gas, Poisonpowder, Smog, Stun Spore, Surf, Sweet Scent, Whirlpool. The foe must roll +2 during Accuracy Check to hit your Pokemon.

And Look Out: Flip a coin until you flip tails. The foe must roll 1 higher during Accuracy Check to hit your Pokemon for each heads during the coin flips.

1 is Heads, 2 is Tails.

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[User]
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[User]
 Smeargle, use Magic Coat!

Magic Coat (Ranged (4), 1 Target, Intercept): If the user is about to get a hit by a Move that does not have a Damage Dice Roll, they may use Magic Coat as an Intercept. The Intercepted Move’s user is treated as if they were the target of their own Move.

Trainer Action - Frantic Research+: Roll d20 and add your INT and WIS modifiers to the roll. If you roll higher then 15, you learn what level the pokemon is and at least 6 of its attacks that a standard one of its species would not naturally have at its level. If it has fewer than 6 attacks meeting this criterion, you learn all of them. If you roll higher then 20, you identify how much HP the target currently has. This Feature replaces Frantic Research.

 (1d20+13)[ 17 ]

[User]
 (That sandstorm damage from before should not have applied)

The spores redirect, but the Poison Type Victreebel is unharmed by them.

Hm, nothing too crazy for a Victreebel. Sunny Day, Hyper Beam, Solar Beam, Synthesis...very standard.

 "Gastro Acid. We don't want a Moody Smeargle, do we?"  The Victreebel sprays the Smeargle with a foul chemical, disabling its Moody ability.

[User]
 Trainer Action: Strategic Targeting

Move: Taunt  (1d20+5)[ 7 ]  Taunt’s target can only use Moves that have Damage Dice Rolls for the next 1d4+1 turns.

 (1d4+1)[ 2 ]

[User]
 Both Pokémon lose another 1/16 of their HP from Sandstorm.

 "Note to self: Next year, someone with either Magic Bounce or Taunt."  The Victreebel shuffles backwards, but does nothing else.

[User]
 Use Aqua Ring!

Aqua Ring covers the user in a Coat that heals the user at the beginning of each of their turns. The user is healed 1/16th of their full HP each turn.

Shift next to Victreebel.

[User] "Okay, one more round and if it hits, we go down swinging."  The Victreebel again does nothing.

[User]
 Trainer Action: Strategic Targeting

Pokemon Move: Taunt  (1d20+5)[ 14 ]   (1d4+1)[ 3 ]

[User] "Muk it. Full throttle, Boite! Leaf Storm!"  The Victreebel lets out a piercing cry, and from around the field, leaves and other plant debris come to life and fly at the Smeargle, bruising and battering it for  299 Special, Grass damage.

[User]
 Smeargle takes 296 Grass Special Damage

Smeargle uses Mirror Coat

If the user is being hit by a Move that consults Special Attack for damage, you may use Mirror Coat. If the user survives the hit, the target is dealt damage equal to twice the amount of damage the user received. Do not apply weakness, resistance or immunity. Do not apply stats.

[User]
 The Victreebel is badly shredded up.

 "Boite is unable to battle. Aaron, please send out your next Pokémon."
 "I think they mean my only Pokémon."  He lets back out Soliel, who sends a few seeds at the Smeargle. Smeargle loses 1/10 of its HP every turn.

[User]
 Smeargle regains 1/16 of it's full HP from Aqua Ring

Smeragle uses Roost to regain 1/2 it's HP.

Trainer Action is Game Plan for 5 and Smeargle's Shift if 3. Move to M12.

[User] The Lilligant simply hops away, still sapping 1/10 your max HP.

[User]
 Basic shift to O11.

Trainer Action: Strategic Targeting

Smeargle Uses Taunt  (1d20+5)[ 9 ]   (1d4+1)[ 3 ]

[User] The Lilligant simply hops away, still sapping 1/10 your max HP.

[User] For several minutes, the Liligant and Smeargle play cat and mouse of sorts, Soliel staying too far out of range to even be touched, the Smeargle slowly being sapped by Leech Seed. Finally it collapses, getting off a Healing Wish to bring back the Gengar.

[User]
 Gengar is released at K14 and opens with Confuse Ray.

Ranged (10), 1 Target, Column

Confuse Ray creates a Column 1 meter wide. Confuse Ray cannot miss. All targets are Confused.

[User] The Lilligant, being faster and all, blasts the Gengar with a barrage of petals for  235 Special Grass damage.  It is then hit by the Confuse Ray, and stumbles as it tries for another hit.

[User]
 Gengar uses Thunder Wave.

Thunder Wave cannot miss. Thunder Wave Paralyzes the target.

[User] The Lilligant stumbles forward, but is again unable to retain its balance and smacks into a wall.

[User]
 Trainer Action: Strategic Targeting

Gengar Move: Hypnosis AC 6	Ranged (4), 1 Target The target falls Asleep.

 (1d20+5)[ 21 ]

[User]
 The battle devolves from that. The Lilligant, between Sleep, Confusion and Paralysis doesn't get another move off the rest of the battle, its own clumsiness and the Sandstorm taking their toll on it until it finally collapses.

 "Well, that was an excellent battle. Seems we just couldn't hold it together in the end. Best of luck in the upcoming rounds."
 For those who want to see the Lilligant's dice rolls, in descending order from newest to oldest:

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Paralyze
Total:7
154+42 damage, and that's KO.

Paralyze
Total:2
143+42 damage

Paralyze
Total:8
132+42 damage

Paralyze
Total:1
121+42 damage

Confuse
Total:10
110+42 damage

Paralyze
Total:17
PASS

Confuse
Total:10
99+28 damage

Paralyze
Total:17
PASS

Confusion
Total:10
88+14 damage

Paralyze
Total:14
PASS

Paralyze
Total:6
77 damage

Paralyze
Total:11
66 damage

Paralyze
Total:7
55 damage

Paralyze
Total:8
44 damage

Sleep
Total:8
PASS

Sleep
Total:11
33 damage

Sleep
Total:2
22 damage

Sleep
Total:9
11 damage


[User]
 Today is a slow day in the usually bustling Empty Flagon. A small, but good and well known tavern in Deepforest, it is always full to bursting, with no tables in the common room, and few rooms to let. However, it is slow today. It has been all week. Most of the rooms are empty, and the common room is quiet, a rare occurrence.
The owner, a slim elf named Nova, wanders from table to table, asking her few customers if there is anything more she can do for them. She is clearly worried that her establishment may be in for some harder times ahead.
The two servers she employs, both handsome young half elves (rumored to be her bastard children), lounge at the back of the room, waiting for someone to wave them over.
The few guests that remain at the tables are digging into hearty looking meals, including mutton, and some kind of stew.

Deepforest City

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The Empty Flagon

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Everyone please describe your characters


[User]
 You have been brought to the sub-surface tower of of Vultania Gorge of the Dawn Rock Clan.

Where a redheaded dwarf in bronze colored master work armor is waiting for you.
He  introduces itself as Acting sub general  Farhorn  and asks of you to sit down.

At sit people you may or may not have met before, some might be total strangers others might be close friends you have adventured with.
Among this group is; a Dwarf who looks a bit out of place,
A red headed human with hazel green eyes,
A human with cat like yellow eyes and a few scales on his body that are as silver as his hair,
A humanoid with bird like features some might recognize as a Raptoran
and a tiefling with maroon eyes.
Farhorn sits down takes out a white pipe smokes a little until he starts to speak.

"Greetings brave adventures. We the Dawn Rocks are in need of yer aid.
Not long ago we have discovered the burial grounds of one of our clans greatest saints. The War-Medic Gesti Vausra.
We have send a exposation there that has set up camp. Sadly as we speak there being assaulted by a Tiefling organisation called the Bezekira.
As the situation stands it's a stalemate...."
the dwarf pauses taking a deep tow of his pipe as he walks around the table toward you   "But it will only be a matter of of time that our side will run out of moral, arrows."

Farhorn puts his ham sized hands on the Tieflings shoulder   "Was it not for this Tiefling that deflected and protected the camp messager to give the word out of the predicament."
  "These Tieflings in the cowardice use magical darkness to blind our brethren so we came up plan. Somewhere in the Underdark there Giant Scarab Beetles that have the natural ability to dispel this darkness. Our first attempt to guide these creatures to the camp let failure."

Once again he takes a deep tow out of his pipe.
  "We are inclide to ask that you round up some beetles and escort these creatures camp."

[User]
 The bird-man leans in.
 Scarab beetles that can fend off magical darkness? Fascinating.
He thinks for a moment
 Do you know anything about their diet? When my people wish to herd animals, bait is usually helpful in getting them to move.

[User]
 Lan sits along, listens to what Farhorn has to say, looks around measuring everyone, and proceeds to speak.

 This is quite a predictament I see. If it helps, I am willing to use all of my abilities to assist, though I must ask do you have any good ale Sir Farhorn for I am parched.

Looks at everyone again and stands up and bows.
 Greetings everyone. My name is Lan. I just thought it be nice of me to introduce myself before we go too far into the subject at hand.

Lan then sits down after introducing himself, and looks at the tiefling and asks:

 So why is it that you helped the messenger? Because to do so would require you to turn your back on your people, yet here you are. Not like I should ask though, I have done crazier things in my life and hopefully much much more in the future.

[User] You all can call me Ryx,  the silver haired man states plainly. The torchlight glints off a handful of visible scales that almost appear to be silver freckles.  I'm really just happy that I can help in any way you need. I'm sure we'll figure out a way to get those beetles back here.

[User]
 Kan looks up as people start introducing themselves.
 Oh, right, introductions. I am Kanvanna Kethama, priest of the skies.

[User]
 As an answer to Kanvanna question.
Farhorn puts a jar on the table   "You drive them like you would a herd of cattle. It's the same thing expect their nastier temperament. In this jar is a mix of fruit, nectar and bug-spit our naturalist collect from some other beetles.
Trust me, open the cap, splash some around and they 'll follow.
Just don't douse yourself with it unless you want to get licked to death. Also use it sparly, there is only so much of the stuff."

[User]
 Upon hearing getting licked to death, Lan seems to physically perk up

 So you say they can be herded just like cattle with this substance to help? Well now this seems to be quite an entertaining notion as I have yet to do something like this. I always like doing new things no matter how crazy it may seem.

Lan literally sounds like this might be the most fun he has had in a while to all who hear him.

[User]
 Sipping on his pipe once more the dwarf looks worried at the human.
  "No, use the stuff as a last resort. the road is to long and dangerous."

[User] Sounds good, when do we get started?


[User]
 A young man stands in his room.
Your name is ELLIOTT. If someone were to look in your room, they would find an assortment of BOOK scattered hither and yon and in at least three other oldtimey bullsh*t directions. You're a WRITER of small fame and smaller resolve, though you also fancy yourself a DESIGNER of GAMES and an inexplicable HURRICANE ENTHUSIAST. Stranger of all is your fixation on FAKE MAGIC PEOPLE like MARIE LAVEAU or other OCCULT FIGURES.

What's with you? It's like you wrote a master's thesis on them or something.

Anyway. Today is the 25th day of May, and despite your marvelously hectic schedule, your day off. Your home is now bereft of any living soul save your trustworthy SHIBA INU and everyday, run-of-the-mill microbes. The siren call of doing absolutely f😩kall beckons you like a sailor to the reef.

 What do you do?

[User]
 If there is one thing Elliott has mastered--one skill, one aspect, one facet of life--it is his proficient, high-octane nothing-doing. This afternoon, he's flat on his back staring up at the ceiling, a veritable cavalcade of half-finished books cascading across the floor around him alongside a number of papers. Papers with writing. Well, printing. Papers with poems that are patently AWFUL and belong together in a kiln, because they certainly don't seem to add up to a BOOK.

Idly, Elliott listens for the sound of his shiba inu, a majestically silly pup by the name of HYPERION.

Silence. Blessed silence.

Wherever Hyperion is, it's not here. Not now. And that's wonderful.

He doesn't hate his dog, mind you. Since moving, Hyperion has been his only real constant, the anchor in an unmoored life. Even still, there is only so much licking that any person can forgive.

[User]
 Even such masterful absence of thing-doing is not without it's trials. Your phone is constantly alerting you to the FRIENDS that are so inconveniently trying to get you to have FUN with them. Your good friend WILL has sent you a mindless stream of ONLY ONE TEXT via the pchat app.

  --  imperfectWarlord [IW]  has begun pestering  palliativePoet [PP]  --

 IW: hey Elliott, wanna play a game with a random gaggle of folks?

Such tedium.

[User]
 Elliott puts down his phone, crumpling one AWFUL POEM after another. He tosses them like he's juggling, which he isn't. He considers whether or not this is one of those problems best solved by ignoring it, like crying children, or one of the ones you have to actually do something about, like the smell of neckbeards in a nearby diner booth.

With much theatrical sighing for the benefit of the audience of no one, he picks up his phone again.

  PP: Can you guarantee me that this is, in fact
PP: a legitimate gaggle?
PP: I will be hella' bummed if these alleged folks
PP: are, in fact,
PP: not geese.

[User]
 IW: there is no guarantee that the people involved are geese.
IW: herding geese would be a fun game though. unfortunately not this fun game however. I hope your disappointment was worth it
IW: I got a code for an online multiplayer game we can play with a handful of other people. I'm celebrating a friend's birthday and I wanted to get more than two or three people involved

No geese?  Unconscionable .

[User]
 PP: Is this an FPS?
PP: Because that would be
PP: a dealbreaker.
PP: I mean seriously
PP: Now you expect me to just be
PP: Gooseless.
PP: ...
PP: That's not good for the gander.

[User]
 IW: ...
IW: ...
IW: Elliott this isn't going to work out, I'm breaking up with you
IW: that was just  unconscionable
IW: but no it's like an adventure game? it described itself as 'an immersive cooperative worldbuilding sandbox extravaganza' but makes no mention of firearms or the orientation of their user's perspective
IW: I could also give you the pchat names of anyone else that joins up
IW: you know, for co-op

As you receive the message, there's a knock at the door and the sound of a light thud just outside it. The calling card of the enigmatic mail carrier.

[User] You quickly set down your phone, smugly satisfied in your sadistic powers of puncraft, and saunter over to the door. What could have possibly been delivered, and at this time of the day?

[User] Standing so quaintly at your door is a small brown box, roughly a cubic foot in size and wrapped in brown butcher paper. Your address is written on the top in bright red. There is no return address. You have received one DELIVERED PARCEL.

[User]
 Your grandfather (God rest his zombie bones) always used to say that a package is worth nothing until devastated. That was the sort of grandfather he was, and as a kid who occasionally experienced Christmas morning, you were always an acolyte of his philosophy.

The box's defenses prove utterly inadequate to the sheer, apocalyptic probing of your fingers (plus or minus one well placed steaknife).

[User]
 Within you find a strange array of odd items. Once you scour the inside of the cardboard box once, you discover ONE (1) ROCK HARD DINNER ROLL, ONE (1) FOREIGN COPY of GameSir MAGAZINE, ONE (1) TITANIUM BOOKMARK, THREE (3) GOURMET DOG TREATS, and ONE (1) HIGH END BLUETOOTH HEADSET.

Instantly at the smell of the open box, your SHIBA INU goes absolutely hog-wild and attempt to crawl up your leg and have at the delicious animal treats. Almost viciously! What will you do?!

[User]
 Hyperion may be fast, but you're doubtlessly--well, much much slower. Maybe if you actually ran that 5k (or ran, period, or walked briskly)...but alas, you will have to rely on your wits.

Which have decided to point to the kitchen and yell "BACON!" while pocketing the treats and replacing them with the roll.

[User]
 Hyperion is skeptical, or at least as skeptical as a dog can be. That is to say he is not skeptical. The hound looks at you for a moment before darting off to where you had directed him and begins looking around in confusion. It's a good thing he hadn't given into his insane snack-lust, as you notice there is also a small note folded beneath the treats he would have doubtlessly eaten.

  Hey so here's your stuff. We just wanna ensure you continue continued  serv  patronage with us. Make good use of whatever you want however you want, and see you later.

-GS

It looks like Devin has been trying to message you.

[User]
 What could Devin possibly want at this moment when you're so very deeply busy procrastinating? So busy in fact that you can't even fathom who would send you such an unspeakably random assortment of "goods," if you're charitable enough to give them that appellation.

Might as well see what he wants.

[User]
 Spoiler: Pesterlog
 --  sardonicEscapist [SE]  began pestering  palliativePoet [PP]  --

 SE: ELLIOTT!
SE: A NEW TIME OF GAMING IS UPON US!
SE: WILL YOU HEED THE CALL?

--  sardonicEscapist [SE]  has gone idle --

Well it looks like he's ignored his communicative devices. What a shame(?).

[User]
 It's not a surprise, is it? You briefly consider throwing a small pity party, but the issue there is that you're all out of streamers, and you're not some kind of barbarian.

Whatever. You don't need that.

You definitely need it, though. You sit down, prime your thumbs, and tap out a litany of increasingly creative insults. The usual, natch.

[User]
 Clearly your tongue is as sharp as any dwarven-forged mithril dagger of slicing, and twice as intricately titled. Your tongue-lashings aside, the minutes continue to pass un-game-playing-ed. Just as you consider this, Will sends you another pester.

 Spoiler: Pesterlog
  IW: so it looks like Devin got himself mixed up with some crazy physical forces
IW: in this instance it's a cocktail of gravity and mass
IW: he bonked his head and is now unconscious
IW: soooo
IW: I might have to garner you forth into gaming adventure
IW: it's a deviation from protocol, but I'm sure neither of us wants to wait around for that lazy ass Devin to regain consciousness
IW: what say you?

[User]
 Spoiler: Pesterlog

 PP: ...
PP: Isn't that kind of a thing we should take an active interest in?
PP: I mean, the head-hitting unconsciousness.
PP: It's not all fun and games, you know. It is like
PP: super bad for you.
PP: ...Also, why do I get the feeling I'm
PP: getting lambed right now? Specifically of the to-the-slaughter variety?

[User]
 Spoiler: Pesterlog
  IW: oh he's fiiiiiine. don't go unnecessarily worrying over the cranial well-being of your internet friends
IW: and I dont know what you mean about slaughtering
IW: I'll not have you spearheading my impeccable reputation with massacre-based slander
IW: plus, the sooner you get in the sooner we can meet!


[User]
 The 5 of you sit in a darkened room several levels beneath the streets of Raven's Watch. The table is lit by a single flickering candle; the dancing light casts twisting shadows onto the walls. Seated closest to the light is a man in perhaps his early forties—you can make out a few patches of gray on his meticulously trimmed hair, and his face looks battered and sculpted by the years.

    " As some of you should know, " the man looks Alan and Sarah, " I am Sulacse, Captain of the Guard here in Raven's Watch. "

    Sulacse pulls a small box from one of his pockets and sets it on the table. Coins rattle audibly from inside the case. " The current situation is…rather politically sensitive. Simply put, the heirs of two prominent nobles have gone missing. I need you to retrieve them,  alive , before this situation ends up costing us our lives. "

[User] Alan smiled charmingly at his old friend.  Speaking as if they were the only two in the room,   I thought you were going to ask something hard, Sully.  If you just need me to find some feuding pretty boys, why do you think I need all this help?

[User]
 Peth adjusts his collar.
 Cost us our lives... That is a mite drastic for a couple of nobles that have just gone out for some carnality... that is to say, how long have they been missing, and how do we know they're alive?  he sips at his tea nonchalantly, heavily honeyed to soothe the deep growl of his bound vestige.

[User] Sulacse grimaces slightly at the unwanted nickname, but otherwise remains silent until Alan finishes speaking. " These 'feuding pretty boys' are Felim Adelard and Augustus Hargrave. They were taken at noon yesterday from two of the most heavily guarded locations in the city. You  will  need help on this one. " He pauses for a moment and turns to the Reverend. " You had better hope they are—the gangs are bad enough  without  adding a pair of small armies to the list, and I hear your line of work is a bit harder with a war on. "


[User]
 As you pass through the Velvet Door Jessica's words echo in your mind.
 "This is unlike any mission you had before. It will be a lot more challenging, but you have to remember we are there for you."
You don't really understand what she means, but you understand that she is serious. Which makes Benjamin's attitude even more confusing.
 "All right team, it's time to play "Who wants to kick some ***, and you are our lucky contestants. It is time to meet your opponents, you just need to follow the green light. You do know how to use the compass, right?"

[User]
 Benjamin's typical cheerful mask, no doubt. It's been a while since we last saw it. I guess he's nervous...

"We should, yes. Anything you're gonna tell us before then, or is that against the rules?"  Soga replies just as cheerfully. He glanced at his compass, then off into the darkness in the indicated direction, falling serious and silent for a moment. This was a test.

[User]
 Unlike Soga, Lenora doesn't know Jessica or Benjamin well enough yet to make more sense out of their words.
 "Compass is working fine, yes."

[User] Levi rolls his eyes "  Aww how thoughtful, for a moment I almost thought you were my Baba, you're losing your edge Commander Jessica. As for a compass, I can build one, asking if I can use one is simply insulting so don't lump me in with same group as SARG.

[User]
 Originally Posted by Xhosant
  "We should, yes. Anything you're gonna tell us before then, or is that against the rules?"  Soga replies just as cheerfully. He glanced at his compass, then off into the darkness in the indicated direction, falling serious and silent for a moment. This was a test.

 "It's not really something that can be explained with words. You will see soon enough."

 Originally Posted by Morbis Meh
 Levi rolls his eyes "  Aww how thoughtful, for a moment I almost thought you were my Baba, you're losing your edge Commander Jessica. As for a compass, I can build one, asking if I can use one is simply insulting so don't lump me in with same group as SARG.

 "I just don't want you to blame me if your mission is a failure, and you need me to save your ass. And don't let Alexandra hear you, she spent a lot of time on your trinkets, we don't want her to feel unappreciated."

As you follow the direction your compass points to you notice something strange in the distance. At first glance you see three humanoid figures, and as you get closer this figures start to remind you of Jessica, Alexander and Alexandra. However, as you get closer you notice that this figures are shifting into something not quite humanoid.

[User]
 Are those mirrors? No, not quite...

Soga strains his eyes to see more clearly.

 "Jessica, what am I looking at? Our marks, I suppose?"

[User]
 Originally Posted by Xhosant
  "Jessica, what am I looking at? Our marks, I suppose?"

 "Probably. What do you see?"

[User]
 Originally Posted by Asteron Questar
  "Probably. What do you see?"

 "See, that's a toughie. Your 3 standing mirrors, for a second. Something probably worse, now."

[User]
 Originally Posted by Xhosant
  "See, that's a toughie. Your 3 standing mirrors, for a second. Something probably worse, now."

 "Negative, sensors detect no mirrors, just three hostiles."

[User]
 Originally Posted by Asteron Questar
  "Negative, sensors detect no mirrors, just three hostiles."

 "Then they're shifters or something. If it's a guess you need, they've seen your trio and liked them."

Soga swallows uneasily, then goes on.

 "You've seen shapeshifters in here before, right?"

[User] "I thought only the first one can create illusions. I guess we were wrong. Still, they are not stable enough yet. And that is a good news for us."

[User]
 Originally Posted by Asteron Questar
  "I thought only the first one can create illusions. I guess we were wrong. Still, they are not stable enough yet. And that is a good news for us."

 "Jessica, dear, don't get this the wrong way, but I always preferred your intel when it was  coherent . Are they changing, or just projecting illusions?"

[User]
 Originally Posted by Xhosant
  "Jessica, dear, don't get this the wrong way, but I always preferred your intel when it was  coherent . Are they changing, or just projecting illusions?"

 "I prefer to have all the information. I guess today sucks for both of us. The answer I can give you is yes to both. They are projecting illusions, but this illusions become real. At least that's what I think. Just pummel it as hard as you can, and if it's still standing pummel it some more. That should do the trick."

[User]
 Originally Posted by Asteron Questar
  "I prefer to have all the information. I guess today sucks for both of us. The answer I can give you is yes to both. They are projecting illusions, but this illusions become real. At least that's what I think. Just pummel it as hard as you can, and if it's still standing pummel it some more. That should do the trick."

 "Aye, the predictable old way. What did you mean by 'still unstable', does that illusion-shifting grow slower as they... ripen?"

[User]
 Originally Posted by Xhosant
  "Aye, the predictable old way. What did you mean by 'still unstable', does that illusion-shifting grow slower as they... ripen?"

 "They just manifested, they are not at their full power. That's the only reason you are there and not me."

[User]
 'Manifested', alright. I don't really like that choice of words...

"All right guys, time for the main event" , Soga said as the gun came to his right temple, before his left one exploded in ribbons of black velvet.

[User] Levi strolls along with the others whistling loudly, just enjoying the moment as it were, it was not everyday he got a surprise. Situations like this were not particularly favorable but if worst came to worst he would let mister hero jump head first act as a distraction if the situation became dire. "  Soga, comrade, you really need to work on your pick up lines. Commander Jessica will never submit to your woos with such harsh language. Gifts are always welcome, along with a compliment or two and remember to never question them. I cannot stress last point enough, you never know when aunt Flo is in town and they are prone to rip out your throat.  "

[User]
 Despite the situation at hand, Soga allowed himself to be dazed by Levi's comment for a second, taken aback by a prospect that had never crossed his mind. Cell turned and gave him an empty stare, but for all his master could tell, had there been a face in the hood even Levi might have stumbled on his words.

 Me and her?

Naaah...

It was genuinely something he could not imagine.

For some unfathomable reason, when he spoke he did so with a bitter taste in his mouth, and an image of a cliff in the back of his mind, like a mental aftertaste. His voice was weary, despite trying to infuse it with the typical half-joking, half-mocking tone the Russian so often elicited.

 "Hey, some say love is a battlefield, but the one we must worry about right now is the one capable of getting us impaled, right?"

Yet despite all of the above, he did feel a sting of awkwardness and remorse at his words, thinking that their commander heard them. Weird, that he'd feel he ought to be businesslike now...

[User]
 "All's fair in love and war, they say. I do prefer the latter, for you know how it ends."
Lenora prepares her card.
 "That is, someone loses, and that's not gonna be us."

[User] Soga nods sharply, dispelling the taste and thoughts alike. He turned back towards the approaching creatures, with the hood above him mimicking the move with a moment's delay.


[User]
 A simple notice in your favorite bar has lead you here.
"Followers of Moonmaiden, looking for mercenaries for an intense task."
That was all, along with time and name of a tavern. Not very promising, but you decided to check it out. After all, you could always use some gold.
As you enter the tavern you are surprised by how empty it is. With the exception of two robed figures that are sitting in a corner the few people in the tavern look like regulars. As you focus your attention on the robed figures you notice Selune's symbols on their robes. Perhaps this are your contacts?

[User]
 Rhaegar had been informed about his sister order's need for help at the local temple, which he prayed at every day, and that for mor information he should meet with them at the tavern. So Rhaegar set off after his dusk prayer, and upon seeing the robed individual's smiled and strode towards them.
" Good evening my brethren. The blessing of our Fair Mother upon you, I heard from the temple that you required assistance? "
Rhaegar said whilst pulling up a chair to sit upon.

[User] Hamash had read this sign, eager to help those in need of it, and quickly went down to the bar. Seeing another dragonborn and the two robed figures he quickly walked over to him, attracting a couple stares with his higher-than-normal-pc power. Once he got over to the table he heard the words "-you required assistance?" and quickly agreed with himself that this was the right table, " Hello my brother and my holy men, what is the service that you require today? "

[User]
 Imon sits in a dark corner of the tavern, sipping from a cup of spiced wine and watching the two dragonborn converse with the Seluni priests.  He had seen the notice posted near the temple earlier that day and had decided to look into it.  While not a worshipper of the Moon Goddess himself, he is always in need of spare coin.

A sly smile touches his thin lips and he finishes his final sip of wine.  Laying a silver piece on the table beside his cup, he stands and strides across the room.  His long blue cloak billows behind him as he walks, revealing a long slender rod topped in a wicked-looking claw.  He chuckles to himself and tucks it back into the folds of his robe.

 "Gentlemen, blessings of Selune upon you,"  his grin broadens as those gathered 'round tne table turn towards him.   "I'm here in regards to the notice posted outside the temple.  I assume you, venerable priests, are the ones in need of mercenaries."   He places a hand on his hip, feeling the hard metal of the rod.

 "I am no common sellsword, I assure you of that,"  through his robe, he traces his fingers along the intricate patterns carved into the length of metal.   "Regardless, I am more than happy to assist."   The smile never leaves his lips as he takes a seat at the table and calls for another cup of spiced wine.

[User]
 One of the priests turns Rhaegar with a friendly smile.
 "It is always a pleasure to meet another of the Selune's children. I am Sendor, and this is Elijah."  He pauses when the others interrupt him and then continues.
 "Yes, unfortunately we do require some assistance. We need a group of capable adventurers to help us retrieve a sacred artifact that belongs to our Our Lady of Silver. It is currently in the hands of some criminals. We believe they intend to deliver it to followers of Shar, and we must not allow that."

[User] Hamash bows to the two holy men and says: " Yes, this could be a problem, can you tell us what the artifact is and I will help you to retrieve it from the nightsinger. " He then asks " So where is this cult right now? I should purge them from their dark hiding place and let the Pelor's holy radiance shine in, smiting them. "


[User]
 OOC Thread

You spent most of your lives locked up in a cage, having humans and their other rational kin staring at you from other side the cage bars. While the cells were fitted to remain mostly similar to your natural habitat, they were all far more claustrophobic than the real thing, had a stifling artificiality to them (though your primitive animal mind would not have consciously understood this), and were uncomfortable besides.

Then, one night, you were awoken by a small man with bushy hair, and three others, who were very large and carried lights in their hands. The last thing you remember is that he peered at you from behind the bars and whispered something to you.

When you come to consciousness again, you're jammed into a box barely large enough for you to fit in it. You also feel refreshed but drowsy, as if you'd just woken from a long sleep. The most curious sensation of all, however, is that you feel a state of heightened awareness. The feeling is as if your whole life up to now was just a dream, and that now you are fully, devastatingly awake.

You hear a rattling noise outside, which seems to correspond with a physical rattling of your box. You also hear and smell the presence of several other animals nearby. Suddenly, the rattling stops, and you hear shouts and footsteps outside.

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I hope you don't mind that I'm adressing your characters in first person. I figure it's probably simpler this way.

You can use first or third person to roleplay your character, whichever one you prefer.

[User]
 Pteropu came too, and recognizing he was in a box, started squirming around trying to set himself to rights and find away out.  Outside he heard voices, like all the visitors to the zoo, but this time it was...  different .  Now all the sounds meant something.  He ceased his movement, save for his large ears, pivoting in attempt to hear better.

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Taking 10 to listen, 25

[User]
 Sil slowly awakes, and tries to stretch the sleep away only to find he can not with him being confined in a box. Grumbling under his breath at the situation he begins to look for a way out.

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Taking 'ten' whichever is more appropriate.
Spot (12)
Search (10)

[User]
 Leo wakes up and  try to relax it body and hits his head only to hear other animals around making noise. Leo go back to laying down in the box waiting to see what happens. While trying to poke a hole in the box to see.

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balance encase the crate tips over

[User]
 Boxer

Boxer wakes from a dream, reliving his glory-days as a knight's noble mount.  His instincts scream at him to kick, bite, and push the box open but a higher intelligence that has awakened within stops him, urging him to patience.

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  Listen  - (1d20+12)[ 14 ]  if needed

[User]
 A crate? Is that all? A single attack could probably destroy this thing. That would make a lot of noise though. Much better to attempt to escape from this prison silently. He briefly considered trying to listen but now did not seem to be the time to do so, now was the time to act.

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  (1d20+1)[ 20 ]  Using escape artist to attempt to escape from the box. If 20 fails then I attack the crate with my stinger.

[User]
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Listen  (1d20+14)[ 29 ]
balance  (1d20+10)[ 28 ]
spot  (1d20+9)[ 28 ]

[User] Noise. The one thing Vegrandis had always hated was being awoken by careless noise. He lets out a quiet hiss as he uncoils, trying to find enough room for himself. This containment is not doing wonders for his mood, but the queer feeling of awareness quiets him.

[User]
 The ape known only as the silverback awoke slowly, to find himself in a box and very cramped.  Panicking, he strained against the box, in an effort to break out of it.

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Strength Check:  (1d20+8)[ 19 ]

[User]
 Boxer

Sometimes, instincts have a point.  Boxer launches into the wall in front of him, hooves and teeth gouging into the wood.

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  Hoof  - (1d20+11)[ 16 ]
  Hoof Damage  - (1d6+7)[ 8 ]
  Hoof  - (1d20+11)[ 13 ]
  Hoof Damage  - (1d6+7)[ 13 ]
  Bite  - (1d20+11)[ 19 ]
  Hoof Damage  - (1d4+3)[ 7 ]

[User]
 just gonna break the box

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spot  (1d20+9)[ 23 ]
strength 27
and go watch the movement of others while laying down

[User]
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Zozo Str check:  (1d20+8)[ 1 ](9)

Boxer's crate smashes to splithereens, while the Silverback breaks free from his in a slightly less spectacular way, and Leo fruitlessly struggles against his. Boxer and the Silverback find themselves, along with several other crates of varying sizes, in a large wagon. The base and sides of the wagon (the latter, by the way, only extend a few feet above the base) seem to be made out of some sort of wood. The domed roof seems to be made of some sort of opaque cloth, as are the front and back of the wagon.

The clatter of feet outside becomes more pronounced, and suddenly, the cloth at the back of the wagon is drawn aside by a burly orcish-looking man (one of the men you saw back at the zoo). He takes one quick look at the animals, yells something to somebody none of the animals can see, draws a battleaxe, and brandishes it at the animals threateningly.

[User]
 The constrictor flexes against the crate, trying to break it.

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Strength Check  (1d20+5)[ 14 ]

[User]
 Boxer

Boxer seeing the brandished axe, feels the surge of old-times, he rears back and hops forward, hooves and teeth flashing out at the orc that threatens him.

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Assuming it's only about 5ft to get within striking range, if not feel free to cut this back to the first attack only.
  Hoof 1  - (1d20+11)[ 20 ]
  Hoof Damage  - (1d6+7)[ 13 ]
  Hoof 2  - (1d20+11)[ 26 ]
  Hoof Damage  - (1d6+7)[ 11 ]
  Bite  - (1d20+11)[ 27 ]
  Bite Damage  - (1d4+3)[ 4 ]

Critical Confirmations/Damage:
   Hoof 1  - (1d20+11)[ 12 ]
  Hoof Damage  - (1d6+7)[ 8 ]
  Hoof 2  - (1d20+11)[ 27 ]
  Hoof Damage  - (1d6+7)[ 11 ]
  Bite  - (1d20+11)[ 21 ]
  Bite Damage  - (1d4+3)[ 6 ]

[User]
 Try to break the crate

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claw 1  -  (1d20+12)[ 18 ]
claw  damage -  (1d4+8)[ 9 ]

claw 1  -  (1d20+12)[ 28 ]
claw 2 damage -  (1d4+8)[ 10 ]

[User]
 Jugax, awakened and in unfamiliar surroundings seems much less alarmed than the others seemed to be. He became anxious when the sound of splintering wood rang out next to him and the sounds of a struggle ensued. He attacked his enclosure, trying to free himself.

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Claw 1  (1d20+10)[ 28 ]  dmg (1d6+4)[ 7 ]
Claw 2  (1d20+10)[ 28 ]  dmg (1d6+4)[ 10 ]

[User]
 The Constrictor's struggles against his crate are totally futile, but the Wolverine's aren't: Jugax soon tears an opening through his enclosure.

Meanwhile, two humans run up beside the orcish-looking man. One of them, slightly more thin and wiry than the others, yells something to where they came from.

If your character understands common, you can open the spoiler.

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He said "They're already awake!"

Both humans warily stand beside the orcish-looking man. One, the wiry-looking man, draws a shortsword, and the other draws a dagger. Neither of them, however, seem particularly aggressive - they simply stand there in a defensive position, waiting for the animals' next move.

[User]
 More voices, followed by smashing noises.  Whatever was going on, Pteropu would better be able to deal with it from not inside the box.  He lashed out at his enclosure.

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Dual-wielded unarmed strikes plus bite on the box.
  Main US  - (1d20+8)[ 13 ]
  Damage  - (1d6+3)[ 4 ]
  Offhand US  - (1d20+4)[ 10 ]
  Damage  - (1d6+1)[ 5 ]
  Bite  - (1d20+7)[ 21 ]
  Damage  - (1d8+1)[ 3 ]

[User]
 The racket outside is enough to raise Coyote from his deep slumber.  He stands and stretches as far as his enclosure allows him, shaking his mangy fur.

He licks his chops a few times and lets out bellowing howl from inside his crate.    "Arooooooooooo!!!"

Then he yawns once and lays back down and tries to get some more sleep amidst all the racket.

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No action.  You guys are interrupting his beauty sleep.

[User]
 Sil, frustrated by his prison attempts to roll and bounce his confinement towards the sound of the loudest destructive noises.

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Strength [roll]1d20[/roll]
~or~
Jump [roll]1d20[/roll]

[User]
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Strength  (1d20)[ 20 ]
~or~
Jump  (1d20)[ 9 ]

[User]
 As the Bat attacks his crate uselessly and the Wasp writhes around his own crate with an equal lack of success, the Raccoon claws a hole through his.

A gravelly voice from the other side of the cart yells.

If you understand common:

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The voice says "I made a mistake, get back on the cart quickly!"

[User]
 Coyote gets the sixth sense that the other animals might be angry at him (it wouldn't be the first time).

He lashes out fiercly at his crate, trying to gnaw a hole in a weaker section of wood and escape before they try to turn him into lunch.

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Attack roll: [roll] 1d20+11[/roll]
Damage roll:  (1d4+4)[ 7 ]

[User]
 messed up the attack roll formatting

 (1d20+11)[ 18 ]

[User]
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So, I'm just going to put Gnarnia back at the start of the init order again, just to simplify things. It's not like initiative order in the first round really counted.
And sure, I'll say Boxer's 5 feet away from the orcish-looking man. Why not.

And now it's your turn, Avnomke. I think.

The Coyote manages to splinter the box containing him enough to escape it. Meanwhile, each of Boxer's blows connect with the orcish-looking man. Though battered, he seems to remain reasonably calm.

[User]
 break the crate to be free

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claw attack 1

[roll]1d4+8[/roll]

claw attack 2

[roll]1d4+8[/roll]

[User]
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 (1d4+8)[ 10 ]
 (1d4+8)[ 11 ]

[User]
 Attacking the orcish man.

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Hit:
 (1d20+11)[ 29 ]
(If full attack allowed)
 (1d20+11)[ 25 ]
 (1d20+11)[ 25 ]
Damage:
 (1d6+8)[ 9 ]
(If full attack allowed)
 (1d6+8)[ 14 ]
 (1d6+5)[ 8 ]

[User]
 Coyote wouldn't normally have attacked someone, but raising a stick with metal stuck on it seems menacing enough.  He joins the other animals attacking the axe-wielding orcish man.

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Chompie Chomp attack roll:  (1d20+11)[ 2 ](13)
Chompie Chomp Damage roll:  (1d4+4)[ 5 ]


[User]
 The day began well, Arianna had managed to catch herself a fit young man for chores who did not complain about even the more difficult tasks. He is a little scruffy, but that can be ignored considering how useful he is. Ulrik stands a short distance from the cottage that is Arianna's home, holding a light woodcutters axe, staring at a tree in deep thought. He wears pants with slits cut into them shortly after the knee to keep cool and a tan tunic of a lightweight material. He shakes his head and swings the axe into the tree, making a soft thwak sound, a small cut appears and the axe bounces off. He swings again, angling the axe upward and a large chunk of bark flies from the tree. Smiling, he continues his work, obvious enjoyment on his face. In barely twenty minutes, he works the tree down and begins cutting it into smaller pieces, working at the same impressive pace.

Just after sunset, the tree around Arianna's home came to life, ripping through the walls of her cottage and destroying her small garden of herbs. Less than a minute later, the trees stood still and dozens of small goblin like creatures ran into her cottage, stealing books and scrolls, leaving only what Arianna and Ulrik held in their arms.

[User]
 Arianna, still disoriented from these rapid developments, shuffles around the remainders of her cottage, surveying the carnage while trying to keep a safe distance from the thrice-accursed tree.  My potions ... my laboratory! They will pay. The wretched creatures will pay .

 Hey, you ... Ulrik! Did you see which way they scrammed, the wee devils?
 He could have at least swung an axe at one. Tarnations, do I have to explain everything? Good help is so hard to get these days.  She pauses her step to pick up a vial that seems intact.  Maybe this one has some ... nah, broken, just like the rest of them. But why would goblins do this? They never bothered me before. Wonder if someone put them up to it.
 Ulrik! I'm talking to you! Which way?

[User]
 "Thats the problem miss, they went in every direciton, after hitting the forest, they went North, East and West. Miss Arianna, do goblins have something against you?"

Ulrik set down the few books and vials he had saved and looked out into the forest.

 "I can track them down miss, a dozen goblins cannot be harder to find than a Hart on a rainy day. It pays to have been a hunter for most of my life. You wait here miss, I'll bring back whatever it is they took."

[User]
 Goblins? Thieving little buggers they are, sometimes I catch one and han... I mean, punish it as a warning for others, but never have they been daring like that, they haven't.

Arianna is reluctant to let her new friend go alone. He might get some independent ideas.

 We'll go together. It might be, uhm, dangerous. Grab the axe, grab anything else you can use, let's go. If they split, we'll follow the larger group.

She quickly casts a couple spells while Ulrik is getting ready, and scans the remainders of her cottage with  Arcane Sight , just in case any magic items remained intact. Before entering the deep of the woods, she utters a  See Invisibility  incantation. Invisible wizards are hardly a fixture of this forest, but she had been surprised twice today already, and has no desire to go for three.

[User]
 Just be careful miss, I cannot stop you from following.
He looks around for the axe he was using earlier and eventually gave up.

 The goblins took the axe, I'll just have to find something else to use.

Ulrik breaks off a tree branch and shrugs, accepting that it is the only weapon he has access to currently. He waves for Arianna to follow and takes a few steps into the forest, watching the tracks closely as he walks. He mutters to himself fairly constantly, somehow bothered by the tracks he refers to as chicken markings.

[User]
 Arianna and Bertram follow Ulrik closely. The raven flutters from one branch to another, while its mistress makes her through the undergrowth with visible effort. Meanwhile she tries to recall the goblins' habits, and whether they have any villages or warrens nearby.

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Knowledge (Local)  (1d20+18)[ 25 ]

In nothing useful comes to mind, about ten minutes after, she will break down and defer to Ulrik's expertise, asking him why he's so bothered by the tracks.

[User]
 Arianna knows that goblins like their homes far enough from other races that they are left alone, but close enough to be able to steal what they need. She also knows that they tend towards dark underground tribes, not enough considering the terrain, the goblins could be almost anywhere.

 These tracks are not goblin tracks, yet it is the goblins who left them, something is very wrong.


[User]
 Aboard Kuat Drive Yards, in a brightly lit room a mechanic works on her pet project. The walls are lined and littered with tools and spare droid parts. In the center of the room lays a large metal table reminiscent to that of operating tables of old. Sophie sits in a chair hovering over a datapad, checking D.O.T.'s system information as a landspeeder enthusiast might inspect her favorite vehicle. She press a couple buttons and the repaired droid's lens filters start to audible function. She closes D.O.T's head and hands off a wrench to a seating Pit Droid who clumsily crashes to the floor with it and a toolbox in hand.

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I'll leave things in your hands now. Have fun! 😁

[User]
 "Clumsy. Watch out, you!"
Sophie shakes her head as the pit droid wheels shakily off.
"Now then!"
She pats D.O.T's head affectionately.
"You should be running good as new. Now I have to go work on the mans droid, so don't freak out again, ok?"
With that, she heads through the back door, to the lounge where the man waits.


[User]
 The crowd is in an uproar as the two contestants are brought into the arena and unshackled in their opposing corners. The gigantic gates behind each of them would usually close with a deafening din of metal and stone, but any sound the gates would make is drowned out by those seeking entertainment. Both of them knew to expect this, but actually experiencing it was something else entirely. As the two fighters prepare to defend their lives, Agronak is the first off the blocks!

 N=Andrianna, G=Agronak
 Initiative Rolls
 Etherion, you're up!

[User]
 Javelin in hand, Agronak bellows out a mighty roar, then runs towards his opponent. Agronak then launches a javelin at his opponent.

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Move: To 07
Standard: Throw Javelin
 (1d20+6)[ 23 ]
 (1d6+5)[ 6 ]

[User]
 Spoiler: DM EYES ONLY

Crusader Manuevers Granted (pick next highest if rolls are identical)
 (1d5)[ 3 ]
 (1d5)[ 4 ]

1 - Crusader's Strike
2 - Foe Hammer
3 - Mountain Hammer
4 - Douse the Flame
5 - Battle Leader's Charge

Swordsage and Warblade Manuevers expended:
None

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Auburn hair whips in the breeze, capping the form of a lithe warrior clad in form fitting armor. A red and white stained tabard lies twisted over her form, the ends shredded and soiled by some sort of liquid, dark brown and crusted. Her face is stoically turned towards the sunlight and her eyes are half-closed, a partial glimpse of her teeth comes into view as she bites her lower lip. She carries a light shield, tipped with spikes and a scimitar rests in her right hand, light gleaming off its razor edge.

There appears to be no other weapons on her person, except perhaps the spikes the line the edges of her gauntlets. A x-shaped belt rests on her hips, containing several flasks of liquids, though what kind is unknown. Each vial looks identical and only close inspection can reveal a series of raised protrusions along the visible edge, obviously to identify the vials by touch.

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[User]
 Andrianna narrows her eyes slightly as her newest opponent moves towards her and unleashes a far thrown javelin at her.  She watches it arch and just before it strikes, she seems to swat it out of the air with her light shield.  Her left arms stings a little bit from the power behind the throw.   (Attack did not met target's AC)
 "So eager to shed blood!"   Andrianna calls out,  "Give me but a moment to clean myself up and we shall have some fun!"

Preparing for a new fight, this one with differing tactics, she shift her stance and seems to call the shadows to surround her form.  They seem to trail her movements and make pinpointing her more difficult  (concealment, 20% miss chance) .  Andrianna brings a potion to her lips and drinks deeply of the liquid contained within, her pre-existing wounds knitting themselves closed.

With the added vigor, Andrianna drops the vial and snatches a new one in a quick, practiced movement while jumping into the air, kicking herself off the nearby wall.  She drifts into the air and slightly forward, scimitar held ready in her hand.

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Swift: Shift Stance
Standard:  Drink potion
Free:  Drop vial
Free:  Draw potion from belt
Move:  To C18, 10ft above ground

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Shift to Child of Shadow stance

Drink potion (left hand):  Cure Serious Wounds
 (3d8+5)[ 17 ]

Draw potion:  Delay Poison

Keen on scimitar 486/500 rds
Fly 38/50 rds

HP TOTAL:  37/74  54/74

[User]
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Your AC is pretty high.

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Agronak is a tall brute, who appears to be about 6 and a half feet tall. He has tusks jutting out of his lower jaw, short black hair and greyish skin. You can see he is wearing light armour, and he has a large axe and some javelins strapped to his back.

 Coward! Trying to fly away, are you? Fly from this!
Agronak runs closer to his opponent, drawing and launching another javelin.

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Move: to I 12 and pull out javelin
Standard: Throw it (correct me if I'm wrong, but it's 55' range? Not sure exactly how to account for vertical changes, in addition to already going diagonally)
 (1d20+8)[ 12 ]
 (1d8+5)[ 10 ]

[User]
 Spoiler: DM EYES ONLY

Crusader Manuevers Granted (pick next highest if rolls are identical)
 (1d3)[ 2 ]

1 - Crusader's Strike
2 - Foe Hammer
G - Mountain Hammer
G - Douse the Flame
3 - Battle Leader's Charge

Swordsage and Warblade Manuevers expended:
None

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Oh my, yes.  Every point counts in a game of PvP.

[User]
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Is that your turn, or are you waiting on Ponies?

[User]
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Apologies.  I got caught up in something IRL between posts.  I usually double post, as certain things need rolled that can't be editted into one post.  I'll always let you know if I'm waiting for a DM decision, as I will direct the questions to OMG PONIES

 "Coward?  Flying away!?"  Andrianna exclaims with a touch of hurt in her voice, though her body language shows none of the feined emotion,  "My dear opponent, you wound me with your words!"

Andrianna tosses back another potion as she glides forward towards her opponent, though stays 10ft up (F15).  Another quick drop and draw of the potion vials, Andrianna locks eyes with her opponent and opens her arms wider, appearing to let down part of her guard.

 "I am merely stalling for effect."   Andrianna responds and then her voice changes to a taunting tone,  "Hit me, if you can."

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Move:  Fly to F15, 10ft above ground
Standard:  Drink potion
Free:  Drop empty potion
Free:  Draw potion from belt
Swift:  Shift Stance

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Drawing potion of shield
Shifting into Punishing Stance (AC reduced by 2)
Drink potion of Delay Poison (immune to poison 3 hours)  1799/1800 rds
Keen on scimitar 485/500 rds
Fly 37/50 rds

HP TOTAL: 54/74

[User]
 At the taunt, Agronak lets out a wordless cry of hatred and anger, and rushes at the opponent, drawing his great axe.

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Declare dodge on Andrianna, enter rage. Power attack for 3 points.

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If I can hit her from G 14:
Move: To G 14, draw axe
If I need to go to F 15:
Move: To F 15, draw axe

For both:
Standard: Smash her to bits
 (1d20+12)[ 21 ]
 (1d12+11)[ 21 ]

[User]
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 (1d100)[ 15 ]

 extra characters......

[User]
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If you have 10ft reach, yes you can reach her.  However, you did not meet her AC.

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Crusader Manuevers Granted (pick next highest if rolls are identical)
 (1d2)[ 1 ]

1 - Crusader's Strike
G - Foe Hammer
G - Mountain Hammer
G - Douse the Flame
2 - Battle Leader's Charge

Swordsage and Warblade Manuevers expended:
None

[User]
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Dang. And those were pretty good rolls too.
Also, are your feet 10 feet up, or are you in the 5x5x5 cube directly above the one adjacent to the ground? Because I may have misread stuff, and actions may require revision.

[User]
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Andrianna has 10ft beneath her and the ground, so 2 5x5x5 cubes below her.  you'd need 10ft reach to hit her if you were directly below her.

[User]
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My mistake. 😳 Do you mind a minor retcon?

[User]
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Not at all..

[User]
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Again, sorry. Dunno why, but I thought you were lower than you were...

Agronak sneers at his opponent, and steps back, taking out his last javelin.

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Declare dodge on Andrianna, ready action to throw javelin if she gets within 30 ft

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Move: to K 10, draw javelin
Standard: ready action

[User]
 Andrianna smirks as her opponent fails to rise to her taunt.  Obviously he had some intelligence.  She tips back another potion, drops/draws another and glides to rest on the ground, a mere 15ft from her opponent (I-12, on ground).

 "How about now?"  Andrianna comments, her arms wider than before.   "Don't keep a girl waiting..."

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Swift:  DM EYES ONLY
Standard:  Drink potion
Free:  Drop empty vial
Free:  Draw potion from belt
Move:  I-12 (on ground)

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Allocate 1 essentia to Wormtail belt, remove from Bloodwar Gauntlets
Draw potion of bulls strength
Shield 9/10 rds (Shield AC moves to +4, returning AC to 26)
Delay Poison (immune to poison 3 hours) 1798/1800 rds
Keen on scimitar 484/500 rds
Fly 36/50 rds

HP TOTAL: 54/74

[User]
 As she gets within 30 feet of him, Agronak launches his final javelin.

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Activating readied action: Throw javelin when you get within 30 ft.
 (1d20+9)[ 20 ]
 (1d8+6)[ 11 ]

[User]
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Another miss ...  ☹

Go ahead with your turn.  I have no responses.

Also, concealment is no longer effecting Andrianna.

[User]
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Man does he suck at throwing... So much for that. Well, at least it is now my turn.

With a snarl, Agronak takes out his axe and charges at his opponent.

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Declare dodge on Andrianna, go into rage.

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Move: To J 11, take out axe
Standard: Attempt to hit Andrianna
 (1d20+15)[ 33 ]
 (1d12+8)[ 18 ]

[User]
 Spoiler: DM EYES ONLY

All crusader manuevers available to me this turn

Andrianna easily dodges the javelin thrown her way though it served as a good distraction to her opponent's charge.  She barely gets her shield up in time to block the worst of the blow, though her entire body rings with the blow.  Blood slowly leaks from a cut on her right cheek.

 "Impressive,"  Andrianna murmurs, the sound half a purr,  "Now it's MY TURN!" . The last two words are an eruption from her lungs.  She throws her opponent off of her and her scimitar and shield erupt with flame.  She strikes swiftly with her scimitar, slams her shield into her enemy and spins around, the scimitar coming in again with the power of an Ogre behind it.

Her attacks finished, she takes a quick step back (5ft), to H-13, to survey her handiwork...

 Spoiler: Martial DC11, manuever1

Burning Blade:  All attacks deal 1d6+3 fire damage until end of turn

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Flashing Sun:  Make an extra attack during full attack, at full BAB.  All attacks suffer -2 to hit this turn.

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Attack 1, keen scimitar 15-20/x2 (+16, -2 manuever2, -1 feat)
 (1d20+13)[ 33 ]
Damage, scimitar
 (1d6+12)[ 15 ]
Damage, manuever1
 (1d6+3)[ 5 ]   (fire)
Damage, stance
 (1d6)[ 1 ]

Attack 2, light spiked shield (+15, -2 manuever2, -1 feat)
 (1d20+12)[ 24 ]
Damage, spiked shield
 (1d6+10)[ 11 ]
Damage, manuever1
 (1d6+3)[ 5 ]   (fire)
Damage, stance
 (1d6)[ 1 ]

Attack 3, keen scimitar 15-20/x2 (+16, -2 manuever2, -1 feat)
 (1d20+13)[ 25 ]
Damage, scimitar
 (1d6+12)[ 16 ]
Damage, manuever1
 (1d6+3)[ 9 ]   (fire)
Damage, stance
 (1d6)[ 3 ]

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Attack 1, keen scimitar
 (1d20+13)[ 14 ]
Damage, scimitar
 (1d6+12)[ 18 ]
 Attack 2, light spiked shield
 (1d20+12)[ 29 ]
Damage, spiked shield
 (1d6+10)[ 15 ]

Attack 3, keen scimitar
 (1d20+13)[ 23 ]
Damage, scimitar
[roll]1d6+1w[/roll]

 Spoiler: Actions

Swift:  Activate boost manuever1
Full-attack:  Initiate maneuver2
Free:  5ft 'step' to H-13

 Spoiler: DM EYES ONLY

Take 13 damage, 5 in damage pool.
Using stone power to take a total of -3 to my attacks this round for 6 temporary HP.
Shield 8/10 rds (Shield AC moves to +4, returning AC to 25)
Delay Poison (immune to poison 3 hours) 1797/1800 rds
Keen on scimitar 483/500 rds
Fly 35/50 rds

HP TOTAL: 41/74. Damage Pool: 5

[User]
 Barely even flinching, Agronak takes a small step forward, and then starts slashing at Andrianna.

 Spoiler: DM only
Dodge on Andrianna, power attack (3 points), 7 rounds left on rage

 Spoiler: actions
Free: 5 foot step (I 12)
Full round action: chop chop chop
Attack 1:  (1d20+12)[ 32 ]
 (1d12+11)[ 14 ]
Attack 2:  (1d20+7)[ 24 ]
 (1d12+11)[ 13 ]

[User]
 Spoiler: crit confirm and damage
 (1d20+12)[ 30 ]
 (1d12+11)[ 15 ]
 (1d12+11)[ 18 ]

[User]
 Just as the fire dies from her weapons, Andrianna is once again caught off guard that someone survived her onslaught.  Her rage builds and she is about to continue the attack when her opponent slams his weapon into her, hard enough to drive the breathe from her lungs.

Fire leaps within her eyes and she stumbles, and if not for the magic that allows her to fly, she would have fallen.  Knowing she is going to hurt herself in the attempt, Andrianna shifts into a different stance and swing both her scimitar and shield at her enemy.  He can't have that much health left...

 Spoiler: Martial DC11

Wolf Fang Strike:  Standard action, attack with two weapon, take -2 penalty to hit with both

 Spoiler: Combat Rolls

If attacks connect, I heal 2 HP each time.

Attack 1, keen scimitar 15-20/x2 (+16, -2 manuever, -2 feat)
 (1d20+12)[ 29 ]
Damage, scimitar
 (1d6+12)[ 15 ]

Attack 2, light spiked shield (+15, -2 manuever, -2 feat)
 (1d20+11)[ 23 ]
Damage, spiked shield
 (1d6+10)[ 16 ]

 Spoiler: Critical Confirms, as needed

Attack 1, keen scimitar
 (1d20+12)[ 13 ]
Damage, scimitar
 (1d6+12)[ 14 ]
 Attack 2, light spiked shield
 (1d20+11)[ 17 ]
Damage, spiked shield
 (1d6+10)[ 16 ]

 Spoiler: Actions

Swift: Shift Stance
Standard: Initiate Manuever
Move: 5ft step G-14 (5ft) off ground

 Spoiler: DM EYES ONLY

HP 41 with 1 temp HP.  Took 47 damage, 5 to damage pool.  Leaves me at 0hp till end of turn.

Stance: Martial Spirit
Using stone power to hopefully get 8 temp HP.

HP TOTAL:   0/74  3/74 w/ 3 temp HP

[User]
 Agronak grunts, and his onslaught falters for a moment, but then he yells out an incoherent cry of rage and hate, and steps forward to attack again.

 Spoiler: DM only
Dodge on Andrianna, 6 rounds left on rage.

 Spoiler: actions
Free: 5 ft step (H13)
Full round action: Choppity chop chop
Attack 1: [roll]1d20+15[roll]
 (1d12+8)[ 18 ]
Attack 2:  (1d20+10)[ 27 ]
 (1d12+8)[ 9 ]

[User]
 Spoiler: rerolling broken attack
Attack 1(to hit):  (1d20+15)[ 17 ]

[User]
 Spoiler: DM EYES ONLY

Forgot to roll for granted Manuevers last round (mostly cause I thought I was going to die)
Crusader Manuevers Granted (pick next highest if rolls are identical)
 (1d5)[ 5 ]
 (1d5)[ 3 ]
 (1d5)[ 2 ]

1 - Crusader's Strike
2 - Foe Hammer
3 - Mountain Hammer
4 - Douse the Flame
5 - Battle Leader's Charge

Swordsage and Warblade Manuevers expended:
Burning Blade
Flashing Sun
Wolf Fang Strike

[User]
 Having managed to catch her breath and sure she isn't dead yet, Andrianna growls at her opponent, blood running down her face.  Her tongue runs along her bottom lip and she seems to shudder as she tastes the blood.

 "Time to die...  But which one of us?"

With that said, Andrianna snarls and drives her scimitar towards her opponent's heart and uses the momentum to swing herself up 5ft out of his reach.

 Spoiler: Martial Lore DC 12

Foe Hammer:  attack deals +2d6 damage and ignores damage reduction

 Spoiler: Combat Rolls

Heal 2 HP if attack hits

Attack, scimitar keen 15-20/x2 (+15)
 (1d20+15)[ 23 ]
Damage, scimitar
 (1d6+11)[ 14 ]
Damage, manuever
 (2d6)[ 6 ]

 Spoiler: Critical Confirms, as needed

Attack, scimitar keen 15-20/x2 (+15)
 (1d20+15)[ 18 ]
Damage, scimitar
 (1d6+11)[ 12 ]

 Spoiler: Actions

Standard: Inititate maneuver
Move:  5ft step, straight up (should be out of reach now)

 Spoiler: DM EYES ONLY

Shield 6/10 rds (Shield AC moves to +4, returning AC to 25)
Delay Poison (immune to poison 3 hours) 1795/1800 rds
Keen on scimitar 481/500 rds
Fly 33/50 rds

HP TOTAL:  3/74  5/74

[User] Agronak shudders, and blood begins pouring out of his mouth. He collapses to the ground, lifeless.

[User]
 Shoulders heaving as she struggles for breath, Andrianna lands next to her opponent and just stares for a few moments.  The knowledge that she would most likely die in the next fight was heavy, but also liberating...

 "VICTORY!"  Andrianna exclaims, bloody scimitar pointed high in the air.

[User]
 Spoiler: @Eldonauran
Sorry, I'm confused...by my count, Agronak's crit in posts 22 & 23 dropped Andrianna to -1 HP before post 24.  What did I miss?

[User]
 Spoiler: OMG PONIES

I had used Stone power to gain 6 temporary HP in post 21.  After delayed damage pool took effect, I had 41 HP remaining, with 1 temporary until the beginning of my next turn.

I summarized the damage taken in post 24.  41 HP + 1 temp = 42 HP.  I was hit for 47 damage, -5 delayed damage pool, leaves me at exactly 0 HP.

Hope that clears it up.

[User]
 Spoiler: @Eldonauran
Curious...the summary in your "Actions" spoiler listed a -3 to attacks for 6 temporary HP in post 21.  However, the "Combat Rolls" spoiler listed a -1 to attacks for 2 temporary HP.  Which is it?

Assuming you took the listed -1 to attacks in post 22, you wind up at -4 HP after Agronak's crit.  Even if we assume you took -3 to each attack, you're at 0 HP from Agronak's crit in post 22.  A disabled creature can take a single move or standard action, but cannot take swift actions like changing stances; thus you cannot switch into Martial Spirit for free healing while disabled.  You also can't move and use Wolf Fang Strike, so we'll assume you just use the maneuver.  Again, your total penalty listed in the "Combat Rolls" spoiler was a -2 for 4 temporary HP, rather than a -4 for 8 temporary HP.

I think I might see where the confusion is--the feat works like Power Attack.  You take -X to ALL attacks in the round in return for +2X temporary HP.  You can't take -1 on 3 separate attacks for a total of -3...if you take -3 from Stone Power, it's a -3 to  each  attack for a total of 2(3)=6 temporary HP.  Is that what you were doing, or were you adding up 3 -1 penalties for 6 temp HP?

Assuming you gain 4 temporary HP in post 24, one of them is used up by the 1 point of damage a disabled character takes for taking a standard action.  The remaining 3 are used up as you start to take the damage in your delayed damage pool, and the end of your delayed damage pool puts you at -2.  You are unconscious, and Agronak has the chance to kill you.

Does any of this make sense?

 Pause for clarification.  This one may not be over.

[User]
 Spoiler: OMG PONIES

I see where I made the error.  I did assume that the three -1 on three attacks would give me 6 temp HP.  If this results in me losing the match, so be it.  My fault.

However, lets assume that I would have taken the additional -2 on each roll (as I would have been forced to if I wanted to survive).  If my attacks still hit, we can go on as planned.  If not, game over for me.

[User]
 Spoiler: @Eldonauran
Sorry, but I can't allow you to go back after seeing the results of your rolls and take a higher Stone Power penalty.  As such, the penalty reflected in the rolls stands, and Andrianna falls.

The fever dream of victory passes in Andrianna's mind; it seems the last few seconds haven't unfolded the way she'd want.  The truth of the matter is that she falls unconscious beneath Agronak's mighty blade after making two quick strikes of her own.  Agronak murders his fallen foe with two tremendous chops.

 RETCON: Andrianna falls unconscious after her action in post #24.  Agronak's attacks in post #25 kill her.  Agronak wins!

 Spoiler: @Etherion
Congrats on your win!  Sorry for any confusion--your opponent misinterpreted how Stone Power worked.  To be clear for your next fight, I've got your current HP total at 18 (6 actual HP and 12 from rage); is that right?

[User]
 Spoiler
32 actually, 12 from rage. Cause her one round did 66 damage, and I had 98 health.

Also, if you don't mind, I'd like to make a post detailing actions after Andrianna goes unconscious. I should be able to post that tomorrow, but right now I don't have the time, or reliable internet connection for a longer post.

[User]
 Spoiler
Internet is back!

Anyways, I'm confused on the HP total you gave me: I should have one left if Andrianna's attacks in post 24 went through. Does she only get one? If she gets both attacks, I only have 1 HP left.

Also, if it's alright, I'd like to my actions to be different from what is in post 25, for a few reasons.

After Andrianna falls unconscious, Agronak pulls out a potion, and drinks it.

 Spoiler: DM only
Cure serious wounds:  (3d8)[ 5 ]
6 rounds of rage left.

((Next round))

After drinking the potion, Agronak lines up his axe, and brings it down on Andrianna's neck.

 Spoiler: damage
Coup de grace:
Regular damage:  (1d12+8)[ 18 ]
Crit damage 1:  (1d12+8)[ 13 ]
Crit damage 2:  (1d12+8)[ 15 ]

 Spoiler: dm
5 rounds of rage left.

 Spoiler
I don't  think  I missed anything...

[User]
 Agronak is almost on his last legs, so he takes advantage of Andrianna's unconsciousness to quaff a healing potion.  Still bleeding, he raises his axe and brings it down in a mighty executioner's swing.  Andrianna's head is cut clean from her body, and somewhere Alistair's spirit smirks.

 Agronak wins (officially now)!


[User]
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