[PFRPG] World Destruction
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				Title: <strong>[PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 23:24:42</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Chapter 01: World on Fire</strong></span><br><br>Legends speak of a time when green crossed hills and valleys, when life flourished, when the worst man had to fear during a day was a heavy rain. Old tales speak of an age of plenty, where magic, food, shelter and people were all more abundant. Time when the light of the Sun still shone upon this world, when its passing illuminated all, and when the clouds were a sign of rain that came and went, not a darkness that persisted for months. <br><br>Its easy to lose hope when even those who have lived the longest only remember the burned ashes of this world. The names are spoken in whispers, Cho'den the dark mage, and the Paladin-Sorcerer that fought against him. Legends tell that it was their battle that left the gargantuan crater beneath where the new sun now shines, strong enough to shine at least <em>some</em> light on this otherwise desolate world, when the old sun's light was drowned by the dark clouds long before the apocalyptic battle between the two strongest began. <br><br>The world is a dangerous place, and few travel outside their communities. City-States that seek to defend themselves and isolate themselves from the rest of the world, raising tall walls for their own protection and trying to keep strangers outside most of the time. So it has come to the point that many villages and hamlets are only a distant memory, ruins and ashes. There are a few towns scattered along the lands, their names often forgotten to all but those that live within them, and some places have lost the need for a name entirely. Home is home. <br><br>Yet within these dark times, few dare to travel, and a few share rumors, share news, telling about what is going on elsewhere and trying to sometimes breathe hope into the people. <br><br>Recently, a loud rumor has been spreading that the Ancient Sage that once stood up to help create the Second Sun that has kept Enthropy away from the <em>core</em> of the world at least has been seen at the ancient city of Havenguard. So many have packed their things, and set out on that long journey. Hoping to find something that could change this desolate wasteland, that could bring hope, when words at the borders of the light is that more and more communities vanish silently into the night, and each passing day, a chaotic, wild region of borderland comes closer. The light of the second sun dimming, the light of the first no longer even seen. The end is coming, little by little, every day ahead another step closer to the grave.<br><br>Standing up are only few heroes, and many that came before them have perished. Now, at the town of <em>Steelhome</em>, a gathering of people due north towards the Havenguard is preparing. Its 24 miles from Steelhome to Havenguard, perhaps less for mages that might know the right magics, but with the closeness of the crater site, and the proximity to the grounds where Cho'den and Paladin-Sorcerer once fought, its whispered to be safer to travel the old ways. Ever since the great magics were unleashed, this region itself has been corrupt, anything upto 50 miles away from the great crater is.<br><br>Havenguard itself stood within 48 miles of that, barely into its corrupted, twisted region, but there still. That made it, despite its name, less of a haven and more of a deathtrap yet the town had stood for centuries, ever since the great battle between Cho'den and Paladin-Sorcerer. If there indeed was a man with answers, or even the great Sage, it would be there that he or she might be found. <br><br>So as people were packing, and a set of wagons had been prepared, the old man spoke seriously to those gathered. "Alright, we have here these wagons to carry barrels of water and food for those who are coming, I don't have much but it should feet a dozen people. I am betting my life on this, and I will appreciate it if you can all keep that safe." He was a worn, wrinkled old man, a former shopkeeper that had taken up the rumor of hope with a strong belief as well. <br><br>Usually, big groups just made big targets, and few were willing to travel in the first place. This time, it seemed that luck had graced him, for two former adventurers had volunteered in exchange for those rations and water to help the old man and his wagons reach the destination safely. That left enough food for 9 more people, but there had seemed to be no takers.<br><br>At least, not until a few hours ago, just as they had been preparing to get on the road.<br><br>The first of the two adventurers was called <em>Ash</em> and was known danger to his surroundings, perhaps a reason he was leaving this town behind as well. Ash was a battlemage, but not a very strong one. He had apparently adventured only long enough to drop a fireball on the rest of his team to save his own life when they were about to be overrun. Nobody liked Ash after that, and the rumors had travelled far. Yet the old man had been desperate.<br><br>The other man was called <em>Cidan</em> and wore a white mask on his face. On request, he removed it to reveal a badly burnt face, but few asked to see it anymore, so he usually left it in place. He didn't speak much, but the size of the greataxe he carried said something about his strength. Dressed in a breastplate with more than a few scratches, he was an odd figure, but nobody in the town knew much about Cidan. Like some others, he had come after the rumor of the Sage. <br><br>So that was who were coming. People that were still clinging on hope, in a world that had given up on hope long ago.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 00:52:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img543.imageshack.us/img543/3021/scarredprisonersmall.jpg)</div> - <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Alienist:</span></span></span> <br>- <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font">Father Egon Drescher</span></span><br><em>- The Veil Watcher</em><br>- Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8711); 200/200 HP; AC 18<br><br><hr><br>The mud and the ash of the worn landscape had caked heavily upon the soles of his bare feet, but Father Drescher did not seem to pay it any mind.&nbsp; They were knobby and calloused enough that shoes seemed redundant, and the dry earth gave some much-needed color to his pale sallow skin.&nbsp; His hulking frame clanked and jingled tunelessly as he went, dusty bottles and poultices hanging from ropes at his sides and rusty manacles dragging at his ankles and his wrists.&nbsp; His clothes were simple and threadbare and bore the symbols of a priest's holy vestments, but none of those blasphemous shapes belonged to any religion known to mortal men.&nbsp; <br><br>Milky eyes stared strangely out of a hard face twisted pink and haggard by old flames, unfocused as one thoroughly inebriated.&nbsp; He scarcely seemed to see the caravan as he approached it, though his eyes did stray to the occupants of the wagon train once he drew close enough.&nbsp; The man drew a dark tongue over scabbed lips, then called out to those nearest him.<br><br><em>"Be that you travel the way to Havenguard, strangers?&nbsp; Who among you speaks for all?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 08:21:50</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Brand, the Dragon Knight</span></strong><br><br>Brand sighed with some relief as he neared Steelhome, the rhythm of his wings increasing from the occasional flap to maintain altitude to a more hurried pacing.&nbsp; He had been flying non-stop since morning, and had been constantly on the move for several days now.&nbsp; As much as he didn't like relying on his draconian heritage, there was a certain guilty pleasure to flying, being able to move so much more freely, feeling the breeze and just being able to see for miles (spotting the town from a ways back had excited him quite a bit, but there had been no sense in rushing himself).&nbsp; Not for the first time, Brand felt the urge to swoop in and land in the middle of the two, demonstrating his superiority to all the pitiful land-bound mortals there.&nbsp; And not for the first time Brand crushed the urge, instead finding a spot he could spiral down out of sight from the town.<br><br>Touching down, Brand grunted as his wings merged back into him with a wet <em>schloop</em>, grimacing a little.&nbsp; He always wanted to scratch furiously at his back afterwards, but it was a hassle to loosen the chest piece to do so.&nbsp; Instead, he settled for snapping a branch off a near dead tree and trying to reach the spot like that while he headed to town on foot.&nbsp; It would take a little longer but at least there was less of a chance of people running away screaming.<br><br>Just before entering, Brand smoothed his 'hair' as best as he could, and then tried to seem friendly while heading to the caravan with what seemed to be uncanny accuracy.&nbsp; Already people where there, and Brand gave them all a congenial nod.&nbsp; Hearing one of them ask about travel to Havenguard, Brand jerked his head towards the man.<br>"I'm curious as well if you are heading to Havenguard."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 09:06:31</strong>
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				<strong>Hanali, Warrior of the Holly Light and Sacred Blacksmith</strong><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;From another direction, a roan mare clip clopped lightly down the road.&nbsp; Saddle and saddle blankets died to match the color of his well groomed coat.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The girl on his back was a rare beauty, ripe and healthy as a maid of sixteen, but with a more mature cast too her features.&nbsp; There was an alluring coppery cast too her skin that spoke of warmth and health too the primordial memory in blood and bone and sang of the Sun too those who’d never seen it, couldn’t understand it.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In spite of heart shaped face and kiss me lips she wore a solemn countenance, eyes watchful for any danger that might threaten.&nbsp; A sheathed longsword was stowed with her saddlebags, her ready arms seemed to consist of a warhammer and a small quiver tied at one thigh.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She made her way down too the Caravan and stopped beside the men who’d been changed by their quest for survival in way less fortunate than she.&nbsp; She met the milky eyes of the burned man and nodded greeting, then saluted the other the same way.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When the old merchantman spoke, she listened closely, then nodded.&nbsp; “We’ll none of us make it too Havengaurd—or back—without water, sir.&nbsp; I mean too see we all make this journey together.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 13:11:03</strong>
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				"I am the one that speaks for this, since i'm the one transporting the food and water too." The wrinkled old man said nervously, looking at the three people arriving, smiling a little to them but still watching them warily. He looked at Drescher with the look of a man that knew of Drescher's reputation. He seemed hesitant but smiled nonetheless, bowing his head a bit. "We're about to set in motion once we see if some more are coming, I said we'd leave when the old bell rings noon." He gestured back in the direction of the town of Steelhome.<br><br>Brand's arrival, and question, had the old man look at Brand and swallow, seeming to be sweating a bit. "Y-yes, that is our destination. Havenguard is where I want to be if things are going to change, closer to the Sage, maybe we will get another miracle. First one gave us the Sun that keeps this world still lit, maybe this time we get something that can still save us all." The old man was obviously nervous, he knew Drescher's reputation but he had definitely heard of Brand as well. <br><br>Ash too paled a bit at the sight of Brand, muttering nervously. "The demon that destroy, and the insanity beyond..." Meanwhile, the mask-wearing man, Cidan simply looked from one to another and nod his head. "I am Cidan. This is Ash. The old man is Borom." <br><br>When Hanali arrived however, it was Cidan who stepped back first. Something about her made the masked-man wary, staying on the other side of the wagons after that. Ash in turn stared at her, and the look was one that most women would not want to see aimed at their direction, it was like Ash was trying to fit her in for a collar in his mind. <br><br>"Welcome along miss, and its good thing to notice." Unlike the first two, Hanali's reputation didn't speak of horror and destruction, making the merchant a bit more relaxed, but he still watched the gathering. "Uhm I have to admit I didn't expect this many people of great stories to gather." He looked around, smiling a little. "I have heard of all of you, or your deeds. My brother and I used to travel, we lost many guards, and then my brother lost his life. Now, I just want to see the Sage before I die."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 19:54:24</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Brand, the Dragon Knight</span></strong><br><br>It pained him a little to see the old man's reaction to him, but Brand smiled at everyone nonetheless, taking pains not to show his teeth, "Well met everyone, my name is Brand.&nbsp; I gather some of you have heard of me.&nbsp; I'm not certain what you've heard, but I hope you'll give me a fair chance, just like I will everyone here."<br><br>Brand narrowed his eyes at Ash for a brief moment, having recognized his name and the rumors associated with him, but didn't go any further than that.&nbsp; Looking to the other man Borom seemed to be wary of, Brand flashed him a friendly smile and tried to give the impression that he'd be open to a kind reception.<br><br>The other adventurer was going to be a problem.&nbsp; It wasn't an issue of her reputation, to whit he didn't know it or her name, though judging by Borom's reaction it was probably good.&nbsp; She was beautiful.&nbsp; That was it really.&nbsp; He hadn't had much experience with beautiful women, since the ideas they inspired in him were decidedly not wholesome.&nbsp; And while lust was a natural reaction, wanting to capture her and fly off in order to act on it was more draconian in thought than human.&nbsp; He also vaguely wondered what horse tasted like.<br><br>Flushing pink with some embarrassment, Brand coughed and looked at Borom, "I have the equivalent of my own supplies, so I won't be a drain on your own.&nbsp; I decided to come here because I heard about the Sage and, well, felt it'd be a bit lonely to just travel there on my own.&nbsp; I do a lot of travel alone, so company for once would be a nice change of pace.&nbsp; If it's within my ability, I'll help see you to the Sage."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 01:42:04</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/drow-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Requiem</span></span></strong>, <em>Reborn Elven Wizard, World Maker</em><br><strong>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8738)<br></strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:97 (Current: 97)&nbsp; AC: 27, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>:23&nbsp; &nbsp;Perception: +18<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Saves: F:+10 R:+13 W:+14</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Thundering Longbow +1 +12/+7 1d8+1 20/x3 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Ghost Touch Longsword +1 +8/+3 1d8+1 19-20/x2 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Staff of Evocation Charges: 10 <em>Magic Missile:1, Shatter:1, Fireball: 1, Ice Storm:2, Wall of Force: 2 Chain Lightning: 3</em> </span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Special Abilities:</strong>Arcane Bond, Arcane Strike: +4 to damage (swift action), Arcane Blast: 2d6+1d6/spell level spent, ray (ranged touch, 30 ft range), Arcane Strike: +1 Deflection Bonus/spell level for 1 round, immediate action </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wizard/Evoker:</strong> Force Missile: 1d4+7 Force Missile (11/day); Intense Spells: +7 to spell damage; Elemental Wall 15 rounds/day </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Spells: 0:Detect Magic, Open/Close, Ray of Frost, Read Magic<br>1st: Comp. Language, Identify, Mage Armor, Magic Missile (x3), Sleep; 2: Make Whole, Retrieve Item, Scorching Ray (x3), Whispering Wind; 3: Dispel magic (x2), Fireball (x2), Fly, Hydraulic Torrent, Lightning Bolt; 4: Dragon's Breath, Ice Storm (x2), Magic Missile (<em>Maximized</em> 12 damage/5 missiles), Minor Creation, Dimension Door; 5th: Cone of Cold (x2), Passwall, Permanency, Teleport (x2); 6th: Antimagic Field, Forceful Hand (x2), Getaway (x2); 7th:&nbsp; form of the Dragon II, Forcecage, Limited Wish, Mage's Magnificent Mansion; 8th: Form of the Dragon III, Stormbolts, Sunburst </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Buffs</strong>: <br></span></div></div></div><br>With the crack of thunder from displaced air, the woman appeared, staff in hand and walking forward. She was an elf, with a mane of blonde hair contrasting her dusky skin as she looked around. <br><br>Requiem sighed as she looked around the area, her bearing belying the closeness of her escape. She had found a small plane secreted away in the ruins of an old city, the hiding place of a despot who had apparently not planned as well as he thought he had. She had spent weeks trying to coax the clues for the 'back door' portal she had found. The escape route had led her to this spot, wherever that was. <br><br>She could see the echoes of lands that matched her past lives, but nothing concrete enough to draw a name from those faded fragments that she bore from who she had been before her rebirth. <br><br><strong>"Where is this place?"</strong> She asked in common as she took in the old man and the two strangers by him. She kept her staff at hand, though not pointed at anyone. She had spent weeks in a small world, ringed in stone and festooned with traps. Needless to say as a result she was a bit on edge. Things weren't much worse than she had seen when she had left this world, so she was guessing the hidden horde didn't suffer from a time flow different from the one she was used to. She sighed again, she had dearly hoped to find more magic librams in her quest for lore on how to work the higher magics. One glance upwards at the wan sun reminded her of her goals. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 02:02:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img543.imageshack.us/img543/3021/scarredprisonersmall.jpg)</div> - <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Alienist:</span></span></span> <br>- <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font">Father Egon Drescher</span></span><br><em>- The Veil Watcher</em><br>- Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8711); 200/200 HP; AC 18<br><br><hr><br>The scarred priest smiled, but it was a hollow expression better suited for the waxen face of a child's doll than a man.&nbsp; It became immediately apparent that he wasn't so much looking at those around him as much as <em>through</em> them, though towards what was impossible to guess.<br><br><em>"Ahh.&nbsp; Duly noted,"</em> he said to the old man, voice cracking like firewood.&nbsp; <em>"Perhaps it will be that I see your arrival, or you mine.&nbsp; Perhaps it will not be."</em><br><br>And that was all he had to say.&nbsp; Father Drescher stalked down the road, passing the caravan without so much as a glance or a gesture, gnarled feet ploughing through the ash and the dust as he went.&nbsp; His pace along the road was swift and certain, for he knew full well the path he must take.<br><br><strong>[Knowledge: Geography] 1d20+16= 23 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27606)</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 03:21:15</strong>
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				The pub smelled of rot, and all about were whores trying to sell themselves for a meal or two in these tiresome times. Almir, whom had just got into steelhome this morning from the road, looked down toward the drink in his hand as he wondered on what rotgut he'd been putting into his system. He swirled the clear liquid around for a moment, before his dark eyes looked up from under his hood. He searched around for a conversation to listen into, one he might be able to get a gauge of where he was going from. He listened as they passed around, dismissing them one by one until a keyword flashed in his mind.<br><br><div align="center"><em>The fool heading to <span class="bbc_u">havenguard.</span></em></div><br>Almir smiled at that, and wondered on how much of a ticket he might have stumbled upon. He rose from the chair as the wood protested with a loud creak, and walked innocuously by those talking as he listened for more information. He heard only where the 'caravan' would wait, and smiled to himself at how he'd just collected all the information he'd need to know without so much as a word. <em>So the old man wants people to know he's headed that way...?</em> He thought, noting that the information would only be this easily gained if he was looking for others to travel along. That'd be perfect for him, he needed a guide. <br><br>So with that the rogue downed the rest of his rotgut, and sat the mug down at the bar as he walked from the pub. Direction set for the gates of town......<br><br>It was a while before Almir would see them, and he set his eyes ahead as she approached the gates. He noted the caravan down below, and the numbers that had already gathered. First he sized up the burnt man that walked along, and then his eyes cast to the taller one who seemed strange in these parts. He couldn't place why his gut acted up around him, it was almost like he stared at a predator. He cast his gaze then to the mounted female, and a smile spread over his lips as his eyes trailed along her legs. He could tell she wasn't to be tested though, and he'd prefer to keep someone like that on his good side rather then anywhere else. <br><br>Almir kept his walk on from there, only slowing when he seen the Elf appear from nowhere. Her dusky skin reminded him of the Drow he had heard of, and his face broke into a wince as a flash back memory flooded his mind. He seen darkness, needle thin blades, and then fire before he shook his head free from it's grasps. <strong>"Arghh!"</strong> He grunted in slight pain from the approaching headache, announcing his presence before he heard the Elf's question. <br><br><strong>"Outside the gates of Steelhome, stranger. Rare to see one of your skin..."</strong> Almir said in an accented tone as he strode by her, his eyes still in a wince as he lowered his hood to try and ease his social misstep. Under his cowl rested handsome tanned features, dark hazel eyes, and short-kempt brown hair. His eyes moved toward the the old man then, figuring from his stance and the stories he'd heard in town that he was the caravan's leader. <strong>"My name is Almir, sir. I'd ride along with you to havenguard if you'll lead the way. I have eyes and ears to lend you, as well as other things if the journey calls for it."</strong> Almir ended his words with a smile on his lips, his eyes now wondering the rest of them once again. He'd wait for a response, and in the meanwhile he'd try and gauge the others for anything he could pick up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 04:04:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/drow-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Requiem</span></span></strong>, <em>Reborn Elven Wizard, World Maker</em><br><strong>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8738)<br></strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:97 (Current: 97)&nbsp; AC: 27, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>:23&nbsp; &nbsp;Perception: +18<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Saves: F:+10 R:+13 W:+14</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Thundering Longbow +1 +12/+7 1d8+1 20/x3 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Ghost Touch Longsword +1 +8/+3 1d8+1 19-20/x2 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Staff of Evocation Charges: 10 <em>Magic Missile:1, Shatter:1, Fireball: 1, Ice Storm:2, Wall of Force: 2 Chain Lightning: 3</em> </span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Special Abilities:</strong>Arcane Bond, Arcane Strike: +4 to damage (swift action), Arcane Blast: 2d6+1d6/spell level spent, ray (ranged touch, 30 ft range), Arcane Strike: +1 Deflection Bonus/spell level for 1 round, immediate action </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wizard/Evoker:</strong> Force Missile: 1d4+7 Force Missile (11/day); Intense Spells: +7 to spell damage; Elemental Wall 15 rounds/day </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Spells: 0:Detect Magic, Open/Close, Ray of Frost, Read Magic<br>1st: Comp. Language, Identify, Mage Armor, Magic Missile (x3), Sleep; 2: Make Whole, Retrieve Item, Scorching Ray (x3), Whispering Wind; 3: Dispel magic (x2), Fireball (x2), Fly, Hydraulic Torrent, Lightning Bolt; 4: Dragon's Breath, Ice Storm (x2), Magic Missile (<em>Maximized</em> 12 damage/5 missiles), Minor Creation, Dimension Door; 5th: Cone of Cold (x2), Passwall, Permanency, Teleport (x2); 6th: Antimagic Field, Forceful Hand (x2), Getaway (x2); 7th:&nbsp; form of the Dragon II, Forcecage, Limited Wish, Mage's Magnificent Mansion; 8th: Form of the Dragon III, Stormbolts, Sunburst </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Buffs</strong>: <br></span></div></div><br><strong>"No, I am not one of the Dark-kin. As far as I know, they are all gone."</strong> She said softly to the man who noticed the taint of her bloodline. She had seen the one drow city she knew of, or at least what remained of it. It was enough to keep her from looking for more. Ritual suicides, massive piles of bodies slit open, and far worse as she walked the streets. Dust, rot and the scent of long spilled blood came back to her nose as she mentioned it. She closed her eyes and pushed it aside, like she did of so many places she knew of from other lives. <br><br>Now, with the help of the stranger, she had her bearings again. Steelhome, she told herself as she considered her options. This put her close to several options she had been pursuing in her hunt for knowledge. She looked to the old man, who had the bearing of a merchant. She took in the wagons and people hustling around. She had been too long walking solitary paths of power and in tombs that had once been living cities, she needed to see the living again.<br><br><strong>"I suppose you would be looking for ..assistance." </strong> She pulled a flask from her hip pack and tipped it to one side. Water poured out for long moments, far longer than the small flask could possibly hold. <strong>"And I have some passing knowledge of the Arts."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 07:17:03</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Brand, the Dragon Knight</span></strong><br><br>Brand nodded at the scarred priest, "Well, hopefully we'll be able to see each other to the Sage safely.&nbsp; And look Borom, more people seemed to have... taken... interest..."<br>His words trailed off as he glimpsed the elf, and his blush resurfaced.&nbsp; He felt ashamed at his reaction, to act in such a manner when he was trying to impress upon Borom and the others that he'd be useful on the journey instead of a hindrance.&nbsp; Steeling himself inside, Brand smiled slightly at the newcomers.<br><br>"Well met," Brand said, re-directing his attention to someone else, "it is a pleasure to meet you Almir.&nbsp; As I've mentioned to the others, my name is Brand, and I look forward to traveling with company.&nbsp; I've found myself starved for it as of late really."<br>There was only honesty in his tone, and judging by how he looked at everyone and smiled, Brand was genuinely trying to be friendly, even if his smile didn't show teeth and his golden eyes were tinged with hunger.<br><br>Looking at the elf and the item she produced, Brand let out a soft whistle of amazement, "Quite the gem you have there.&nbsp; Certainly an object like that would help soothe worries over supplies.&nbsp; <br>And you say you have knowledge of the Arts?&nbsp; Any particular focus?&nbsp; I'm, uh, only familiar with it myself, in that I've largely been on the receiving end of it rather than a practitioner."<br>Brand seemed slightly uncomfortable with the last sentence.&nbsp; While technically not an outright lie, he felt reluctant to admit he could cast magic himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 07:43:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/drow-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Requiem</span></span></strong>, <em>Reborn Elven Wizard, World Maker</em><br><strong>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8738)<br></strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:97 (Current: 97)&nbsp; AC: 27, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>:23&nbsp; &nbsp;Perception: +18<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Saves: F:+10 R:+13 W:+14</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Thundering Longbow +1 +12/+7 1d8+1 20/x3 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Ghost Touch Longsword +1 +8/+3 1d8+1 19-20/x2 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Staff of Evocation Charges: 10 <em>Magic Missile:1, Shatter:1, Fireball: 1, Ice Storm:2, Wall of Force: 2 Chain Lightning: 3</em> </span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Special Abilities:</strong>Arcane Bond, Arcane Strike: +4 to damage (swift action), Arcane Blast: 2d6+1d6/spell level spent, ray (ranged touch, 30 ft range), Arcane Strike: +1 Deflection Bonus/spell level for 1 round, immediate action </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wizard/Evoker:</strong> Force Missile: 1d4+7 Force Missile (11/day); Intense Spells: +7 to spell damage; Elemental Wall 15 rounds/day </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Spells: 0:Detect Magic, Open/Close, Ray of Frost, Read Magic<br>1st: Comp. Language, Identify, Mage Armor, Magic Missile (x3), Sleep; 2: Make Whole, Retrieve Item, Scorching Ray (x3), Whispering Wind; 3: Dispel magic (x2), Fireball (x2), Fly, Hydraulic Torrent, Lightning Bolt; 4: Dragon's Breath, Ice Storm (x2), Magic Missile (<em>Maximized</em> 12 damage/5 missiles), Minor Creation, Dimension Door; 5th: Cone of Cold (x2), Passwall, Permanency, Teleport (x2); 6th: Antimagic Field, Forceful Hand (x2), Getaway (x2); 7th:&nbsp; form of the Dragon II, Forcecage, Limited Wish, Mage's Magnificent Mansion; 8th: Form of the Dragon III, Stormbolts, Sunburst </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Buffs</strong>: <br></span></div></div><br><strong>"Well, I think that you are more than a little acquainted with the Art."</strong> She said as she looked the flirtatious man as she leaned on the staff and considered how to explain things. Once, the staff would have been enough of an announcement of her status as a Mistress of the School of War. She missed the old ways, old traditions. So much that was lost in the Fall. She sighed as she considered how to proceed. <br><br><strong>"I am called Requiem. I am a Mistress of the Evocation school, last Mistress of the Thousand Lights Collegium." </strong> She said quietly as she waited for the wagon train master to respond to her offer. Havenguard was very high on her list places to scout out for lost lore and mystic items. There were at least nine things she wanted that were last seen there; high on that list was The Key of Andor, the various journals of Vimes the Adjudicator and several wizard libraries worth of lost lore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 12:43:18</strong>
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				(http://www.goodanime.net/images/the-sacred-blacksmith.jpg)<br><br>Milk chocolate eyes returned Ash’s appraisal with a level stare.&nbsp; <br><br>She did not quail.&nbsp; <br><br>She did not respond.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>But then her inner eye opened too see his Light, and he knew that he was being judged.&nbsp; <br><br>Then she calmly looked too the others.&nbsp; “Alamir, Requiem.&nbsp; Pleased too meet you.&nbsp; Call me Hanali.&nbsp; My steed is Kirk.”&nbsp; <br><br>She turned Kirk with her knees and her heart and the two trotted back to Requiem.&nbsp; "An evoker?&nbsp; You throw fire and lightnig?"&nbsp; <br><br>Hanali reached down to Requiem with a hand that bore a ring distinctive too those who studied significant arcane objects.&nbsp; "Do you need a ride?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 16:45:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/drow-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Requiem</span></span></strong>, <em>Reborn Elven Wizard, World Maker</em><br><strong>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8738)<br></strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:97 (Current: 97)&nbsp; AC: 27, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>:23&nbsp; &nbsp;Perception: +18<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Saves: F:+10 R:+13 W:+14</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Thundering Longbow +1 +12/+7 1d8+1 20/x3 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Ghost Touch Longsword +1 +8/+3 1d8+1 19-20/x2 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Staff of Evocation Charges: 10 <em>Magic Missile:1, Shatter:1, Fireball: 1, Ice Storm:2, Wall of Force: 2 Chain Lightning: 3</em> </span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Special Abilities:</strong>Arcane Bond, Arcane Strike: +4 to damage (swift action), Arcane Blast: 2d6+1d6/spell level spent, ray (ranged touch, 30 ft range), Arcane Strike: +1 Deflection Bonus/spell level for 1 round, immediate action </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wizard/Evoker:</strong> Force Missile: 1d4+7 Force Missile (11/day); Intense Spells: +7 to spell damage; Elemental Wall 15 rounds/day </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Spells: 0:Detect Magic, Open/Close, Ray of Frost, Read Magic<br>1st: Comp. Language, Identify, Mage Armor, Magic Missile (x3), Sleep; 2: Make Whole, Retrieve Item, Scorching Ray (x3), Whispering Wind; 3: Dispel magic (x2), Fireball (x2), Fly, Hydraulic Torrent, Lightning Bolt; 4: Dragon's Breath, Ice Storm (x2), Magic Missile (<em>Maximized</em> 12 damage/5 missiles), Minor Creation, Dimension Door; 5th: Cone of Cold (x2), Passwall, Permanency, Teleport (x2); 6th: Antimagic Field, Forceful Hand (x2), Getaway (x2); 7th:&nbsp; form of the Dragon II, Forcecage, Limited Wish, Mage's Magnificent Mansion; 8th: Form of the Dragon III, Stormbolts, Sunburst </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Buffs</strong>: <br></span></div></div><br>She looked back at the woman on the horse, feeling a connection with her. Here was a touch of the world that was, a woman who walked the world she didn't belong in. She could feel the focus and power in the woman's gaze. She nodded her head to the warrior woman as she took her in. She felt one of her rare smiles grace her face as she took in the Paladin.<br><br><strong>"You are a rare gem, m'lady. I've not seen one of the Order's of Light in over a century, I had thought, like my own order, that the time of the Paladin was done. Especially with the gods being gone."</strong> She added as a bit of loss showed through. Her curse was that she knew what the world had been like before the End. Part of her wished she had passed like the others, and prayed that if she fell that it would be for good. <strong>"I accept your offer of hospitality, for the day. Tomorrow I will call my own mount, I hadn't anticipated being on the road so soon after my escape."</strong> Her eyes go over the ring. <br><br><br>OOC: Knowledge Arcana<br>At 2011-06-13 09:47:52, Callie Del Noire (uid: 7724) rolls: 1d20a21 Result: 37 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27621)<br>Knowledge History (not so likely :D )
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 18:47:28</strong>
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				The old man on the wagons saw Drescher step ahead and shouted up after him. "H-hey wait up! Y-you are famous for knowing your way around.." He spoke a bit hesitantly. "There are some disturbing rumors about you too, but everyone has those I guess. I apologise for my reaction, I'm just timid, what wish <em>Ash</em> here almost torching the whole pile of rations I bought before I could stop him from trying to cast somethign stupid." The old man looked at Drescher imploringly. "We could use your talent." He paused, and then tried again. "We got ale, meat, and even some of those bizarre crystals some are so crazy about ever since this destruction spread."<br><br>The crystals were not perhaps known to everyone, a gathering of them was found at borderlands, and at heart of the world, these strange things were said to whisper or reflect things from other worlds, some even whispered they reflected and whispered of other <em>times.</em> Many had actually gone insane at one time or another indulging in those dreams of a better world, only to wake back up to the devastation they saw around them.<br><br>For the right people though, those crystals were a way to learn more. It just took a rather strong mind to handle them, whether through logic, through sheer willpower, or force of personality that could not be conquered so easily. <br><br>Yet even then, there were also whispers of crystals that did more, changed the flesh itself, with similar power for those who learned to master them, but also terrible tales of crystallized golems that once were men. They might be yet another sign of the end-times.<br><br>Ash was staring at Requiem rather intensely now, seeming to be sizing the woman up and flipping through a tattered remnant of a spellbook, seeming to be looking for something, staring at her now and then with a grin that didn't promise well. Just then, the masked, burn-covered man spoke.<br><br>"Beast." He gestured ahead towards the distance.<br><br>Out in the broken plains, towards a pillar of smoke that had once been a small hamlet, years ago yet still on fire by whatever bizarre magic had bound destruction into this world even without fuel to sustain it, lumbering beast made its way among the ruins. <br><br>It was like a large ape but without hair, bulging muscles, strong arms and massive feet, knuckle-walking ahead and seeming to be guarding the hamlet. "Odd." The masked man remarked. <br><br>Others might have ran into the Beasts before too. Creations of the enthropic energies, they were hateful of all life and unlife, destroying living and unliving alike. While 'useful monster-hunters', they were a pain when they came near the civilized lands.<br><br>Especially since they were responsible for more than half the deaths of those who took up adventuring life. They were among those creatures that could kill a person, not just the physical flesh but the very soul, unless a healer could be brought to attend to the dead very fast, and the number of powerful people with faith was easy to count with the digits of one hand in this world. So was the number of strong mages, thieves and warriors however. Truely powerful people were a dying breed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 21:30:31</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Brand, the Dragon Knight</span></strong><br><br>"Well, I,” Brand mumbled, looking down at the ground, “I do know enough to know there are different kinds of schools, but identifying spells as they are being cast or from inscriptions are beyond me.&nbsp; Definitely not educated in the arts.”<br>Hearing Requiem's name, Brand blinked as he looked back at her, his eyes wide in surprise for a moment, "Requiem?&nbsp; Oh, uh, that certainly is an interesting name.&nbsp; I haven't known anyone called that name before.&nbsp; Not that it's a bad name, it's unique.&nbsp; And you say you studied evocation?&nbsp; That is interesting and very useful.&nbsp; Sorry to hear you are the lost of your College, it must have been a wonderful place.”<br><br>As Hanali looked at him, he could&nbsp; feel her Judging him.&nbsp; Something about her made him feel as if he was being hunted, some faint inkling that it was people like her who fought his dragon ancestor, and brought beings like it down.&nbsp; And another part of him faced her proudly, because he didn't have anything in his heart or mind that would give her reason to hunt him down, and he shouldn't be afraid of her Judgement.&nbsp; Hearing from Requiem that Hanali was a paladin brought understanding to Brand, and he looked at the paladin with respect.<br><br>Brand turned to face the direction Cidan pointed at when he saw the scarred man's gesture.&nbsp; Seeing the beast in the distance, Brand nodded.<br>“Very,” Brand replied, frowning a little.&nbsp; “Such a creature looks quite dangerous.&nbsp; It might not make its way to this town, but if it does, it could prove disastrous to the people here, especially if there is a lack of capable defenders.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 22:19:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img543.imageshack.us/img543/3021/scarredprisonersmall.jpg)</div> - <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Alienist:</span></span></span> <br>- <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font">Father Egon Drescher</span></span><br><em>- The Veil Watcher</em><br>- Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8711); 200/200 HP; AC 18<br><br><hr><br>Drescher's feet halted in their advanced.&nbsp; He cocked his ear to the sky as if to listen to the breeze, then craned his head until the pale eye on the unmarked side of his face had focused on the old man's face; <em>truly</em> focused, as though with a mere look he was finally choosing to acknowledge the others' existence.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"It will be that I require no nourishment or spirits from your band.&nbsp; It will also be that I will accept these crystals as my payment.&nbsp; Nothing more.&nbsp; Nothing less."</em><br><br>The priest shambled back a ways until he was within arm's distance of the caravan leader.&nbsp; A smile crawled up his face, twisted by old wounds but otherwise friendly.&nbsp; A small comfort.&nbsp; <em>"In return I will grant protection against those that would halt your future, in whatever guise I choose,"</em> he said, without further explanation.&nbsp; <em>"In this, we have consensus.&nbsp; If you come to harm, it will not be by my will.&nbsp; Do we have an accord?"</em> and his great hand lifted itself towards the old man, the promise of an iron-clad pact written in the weathered lines of his palm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 22:31:12</strong>
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				Almir nodded in reply to the mounted knight, giving her a sly smile as she introduced herself. <strong>"A pleasure, I'm sure."</strong> He mentioned, keeping up his social respects, including the placement of his eyes. You didn't often see such rare beauties, so it was a troubling task, though one made easier by the dusky skinned elf. He was intrigued by her kind, and enjoyed her taste in dress as she spoke with the predatory male. Then he heard the old man speak toward the strange, burnt fellow; and that caused his eyes to follow. He noted they seemed worried he'd leave, and he had to admit he'd prefer someone with such knowledge to be on their side. Though if that's what the man decided, there would be very little that could be done.<br><br>Almir regarded the discussion of the 'Arts' the elf and Brand spoke of then, tilting his head a bit before he laughed aloud. <strong>"I'm sure anyone with any knowledge of the "Arts" would prove useful, though I have to admit I feel better with a wizard in our midst. Not that magic pleases my senses, but who better to root out fel sorcery when it's being targeted at us. And where we are going, that may happen."</strong> He said as he walked past the mounted pair, and took a seat on the back of the wagon as he dusted his hands off. Three held his interest so far, Hanali, Requiem, and Brand. This was mainly in due to the fact that he could not place them as easily. <br><br>Almir's let his gaze ease up from there, though noted the comment about the beast. He let his eyes drift along, and smirked at the sight in the distance. <strong>"I'm sure if the settlement has stood this long, it will be fine. Bad off, but fine. Take the long way 'round, and we should steer clear of it. I'm not sure we want to get too close to the beast before our trip begins; unless the rest of you feel inclined to try and clear out the pests?"</strong> He asked in a questioning tone. Wisdom would say to leave it be, but he had seen people like those around him before. Sometimes, they just decided it was better to cleanse out trouble before it spread it's filth to others. He needed a ride though, so if they chose to route the beast out, he'd follow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 00:29:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/drow-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Requiem</span></span></strong>, <em>Reborn Elven Wizard, World Maker</em><br><strong>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8738)<br></strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:97 (Current: 97)&nbsp; AC: 27, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>:23&nbsp; &nbsp;Perception: +18<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Saves: F:+10 R:+13 W:+14</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Thundering Longbow +1 +12/+7 1d8+1 20/x3 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Ghost Touch Longsword +1 +8/+3 1d8+1 19-20/x2 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Staff of Evocation Charges: 10 <em>Magic Missile:1, Shatter:1, Fireball: 1, Ice Storm:2, Wall of Force: 2 Chain Lightning: 3</em> </span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Special Abilities:</strong>Arcane Bond, Arcane Strike: +4 to damage (swift action), Arcane Blast: 2d6+1d6/spell level spent, ray (ranged touch, 30 ft range), Arcane Strike: +1 Deflection Bonus/spell level for 1 round, immediate action </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wizard/Evoker:</strong> Force Missile: 1d4+7 Force Missile (11/day); Intense Spells: +7 to spell damage; Elemental Wall 15 rounds/day </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Spells: 0:Detect Magic, Open/Close, Ray of Frost, Read Magic<br>1st: Comp. Language, Identify, Mage Armor, Magic Missile (x3), Sleep; 2: Make Whole, Retrieve Item, Scorching Ray (x3), Whispering Wind; 3: Dispel magic (x2), Fireball (x2), Fly, Hydraulic Torrent, Lightning Bolt; 4: Dragon's Breath, Ice Storm (x2), Magic Missile (<em>Maximized</em> 12 damage/5 missiles), Minor Creation, Dimension Door; 5th: Cone of Cold (x2), Passwall, Permanency, Teleport (x2); 6th: Antimagic Field, Forceful Hand (x2), Getaway (x2); 7th:&nbsp; form of the Dragon II, Forcecage, Limited Wish, Mage's Magnificent Mansion; 8th: Form of the Dragon III, Stormbolts, Sunburst </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Buffs</strong>: <br></span></div></div><br><strong>"Yes, I think that we should circle around it. No need to risk the folks who are with us."</strong> She said quietly as she watched the distant creature. She disliked fighting them, the last one she had actually not killed but teleported it away. More luck than anything else, though she doubted it was happy on that distant island she had chosen to send it to. Volcanically unstable places weren't fun. She shifted and looked to the others, to see what they thought. <br><br>She, of course, had spent weeks trapped in a small demiplane and didn't wish to engage in a battle on the first day out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 10:53:21</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Face softening and lightening, Hanali lifted Requiem up behind her on Kirk.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She took a long, hard look at the Beast, then at the town they were leaving.&nbsp; <br>“I suppose it’s not likely too head towards this town any time soon.”&nbsp; She looked too the caravan master.&nbsp; “I’m ready to go.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 18:24:16</strong>
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				The caravanmaster hesitated a bit but opened a bag next to him, seeing Drescher was willing to accompany them for a bribe. "I'll give some now and more when we reach our destination, maybe along the way if we have more trouble." The three shards he held over were jagged, sharp-edged crystals of a row of different colors. Green with a shade of something blue amidst it, giving a warm, comforting feel to the touch, a black and completely strange one, feeling almost oily and slippery to the touch in a bizarre manner, its both ends sharp to the point of being wounding if held carelessly. The last one was red, with a bit of white smoke amidst all of it, giving a faint feel of something beating within it. Using such crystals took a bit of peace, solitude, and focus. The experiences were often intense enough to be addictive, though some crystals shattered after a few such uses, while a few seemed to last practically indefinitely. <br><br>The secrets of their creation were unknown beyond that great energy had infused with natural crystals with all the destruction free within this world.<br><br>"If everyone's ready then, lets get on the move!" The caravanmaster shouted, cracking a whip in the air before the tired animals, that began to pull with weary muscles, lean and worn, not properly fed either, there was feed for them in the wagons but it showed that there wasn't as much to go around as they might have needed to grow healthier.<br><br>Borom shouted, and Ash and Cidan got on the move besides the wagons, and the ox and the horse tried to begin to pull. People had to use what was available, but those wagons didn't move particularily fast. At least when moving into the desolate ashlands, pulling away from the direction of the hamlet to start going around it at first. <br><br>The wagons got on the move slowly, with Hanali and Requiem on horseback, and with the others on foot, it seemed that they would all still be moving at the speed of the carriage, at a leisurely walking phase there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 22:31:59</strong>
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				The wind whipped around Tor's lithe form as she begged her spell to carry her faster, her dark gaze piercing the sky as her white, mist like robes surrounded her form. She was perfectly blended with the sky, the only thing out of place being the speed at which she was moving. Though most did not pay attention. Riding the current she thought back to the tavern some distance away and smiled to herself, she had heard the rumors of Havenguard. She wished to see if they held any truth for herself. <br><br>A chill rushed through her and she knew she only had a few moments before her hour was up. Sure she had several more, but it was always best to save them, her body began to descend, quickly, gracefully, quietly. She could see up ahead, a small group, all standing around a caravan. Perhaps this was who she was seeking. Descending herself quicker, she landed just a bit behind the beasts that pulled the carts her form settling less&nbsp; gracefully upon the hard ground than she would have liked, but it was what it was with the spirits that chose the path of haunting her.<br><br>Her vaporous robes faded, the misty illusion fading revealing the tall, slender, frail looking form of a woman beside the caravan master. <strong>"Hail stranger, I seek the caravan headed to Havenguard, may I assume that I have found just that.</strong> Her tone was light, calm, as though people appeared from the sky as always. The fading mist had revealed more than just her frail cloaked form, but also a pair of dark eyes the peered out from beneath her hood and stray strands of dark hair as well. <br><br>She walked at a calm pace, glancing around at the other travelers hoping she had not alarmed them as well. Keeping her hands before her she made it clear she would not go for her weapons. <strong>What say you my good sir. I have been trained in the use of a blade, as well as the art of healing. Surely you would not object to one who could also provide clean water as often as needed.</strong> Her tone was more of one as offering this time, if he declined her she would still travel with them, though at a distance. She would not turn away from those who might be in need healing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 22:53:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img543.imageshack.us/img543/3021/scarredprisonersmall.jpg)</div> - <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Alienist:</span></span></span> <br>- <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font">Father Egon Drescher</span></span><br><em>- The Veil Watcher</em><br>- Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8711); 200/200 HP; AC 18<br><br><hr><br>Father Drescher took the proffered crystals gladly, rolling each between his fingers with a look of strange contentment before placing each in the outer pockets of his pack.&nbsp; His head dipped a notch in thanks, and he soon fell into step with the other hired hands as the caravan moved on.&nbsp; The bargaining had brought a certain focus to his gaze that had not been there before, and it was with uncomfortable interest that he studied those that he had elected to accompany.&nbsp; There was a shadow of a smile on his face as Tor made her sudden appearance, but otherwise his expression was as neutral as a plastic mask.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 00:29:00</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Brand, the Dragon Knight</span></strong><br><br>Brand looked a little disappointed that the others didn't want to tackle the beast.&nbsp; However, that could have just simply been the dragon in him feeling so.&nbsp; After all, he didn't need to prove his capabilities just yet, and the others seemed quite capable.&nbsp; It would be better to save energy for a threat they could not avoid.&nbsp; Nodding his own agreement, Brand fell into step with the wagon, glad that it moved at a sedately pace.&nbsp; He wasn't sure what he would have done if the wagon went faster than a walk, and he was quite reluctant to reveal his wings or magic.&nbsp; Walking or riding was what normal people did, though he so far hadn't found an animal that would let him ride it.<br><br>When another stranger suddenly appeared, Brand's eyes widened as his hand inched towards the sword on his back, pausing when he realized she meant no harm.&nbsp; Evidently he wasn't quite over his eagerness for a fight.&nbsp; Dropping his hands to his side, showing his own peacefulness, Brand turned his head towards Almir.<br>"It seems to me that the women here prefer grander entrances than the menfolk.&nbsp; I can't begrudge them that though, they are quite impressive."<br><br>Brand looked at Borom, wondering what the old man's response would be.&nbsp; It didn't seem like she'd be turned down, given the varied company here already.&nbsp; Certainly Brand didn't have any objections, and that wasn't the dragon speaking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 00:52:02</strong>
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				Almir nodded when the decision went against taking on the beast, and he hopped from the caravan then as he made his way in step with the wagon. He was glad they had called to get the move on, and so he walked forward before pulling his cowl back up to shield his face from the sun. He didn't like the light, it burned his eyes; especially the strange one they had now. He'd walk in silence for just a bit, letting his mind collect where it was at before he spoke any further. Truth be told it was times like these he wished he had taken some interest in a mount, something that would carry him along farther then his feet could. <em>Humph, you'd just eat the animal the moment you packed light on food.</em> He mused inwardly. <br><br>It was then that Almir's eyes shot up, just as the wispy winds brought down yet another stranger from the sky. His hand instinctively reached down and clutched the rapier handle hidden under his robe, and he quickly sized up the strange woman up as she announced herself. When she spoke of healing arts, he quirked an eyebrow; frowning as he thought about how many healers he had sen lately. <em>Clerics barely exist anymore, what is she?"</em> He wondered briefly, then turned to regard Brand as he heard that predatory voice. <strong>"Indeed, but I sure hope they have some fury to go along with their flash."</strong> He muttered before releasing his grip from the weapon, and chuckling.<br><br><strong>"I think I'm becoming more fond of your company already."</strong> Almir said to Brand, enjoying the banter as he took his eyes from the newcomer. He didn't need to be distracted if something were come up from the distance. It was unlikely to happen this close to town, but he'd been party to stranger things in what time he could remember. One could never be too careful in this day and age. Memories from another time tried to roll up on him then, but he pushed them back with a wince as he spoke to Borom. <strong>"I say let her along for the ride, we could use someone to heal our wounds should we get any. And we're likely to get them..."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 11:57:00</strong>
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				The old man Borom nearly fell off his seat on the wagons when Tor suddenly appeared, shouting in surprise and trying to jump for cover among the crates. It took a bit of rustling through goods before he came back to view, looking over at her figure and listening to her talk. The old man seemed well spooked by this appearance but seemed to recover a bit after a while.<br><br>"I shouldn't be that shocked but I didn't know someone would <em>drop in</em> like that, you almost gave this old man a stroke." He complained but smiled a bit, sighing and looking around. "I didn't expect to see this many ladies though. Now, gentlemen, dont let Ash anywhere near ladies when they are asleep."<br><br>This comment was met with a glare by Ash who frowned, his already dirty face showing a glare that would have made a lion mewl and back away into a corner. He was furious, but kept it inside other than that glare it seemed.<br><br>The wagons pulled up to get on the move again soon, as Borom shouted. "We will have to get moving, and we wont stop till we reach the village of <em>Goldfield</em> roughly 12 miles away, we'll probably spend 8 hours to get that far anyway." He spoke seriously, cracking the whip above the ox and the horse, trying to get them to move a bit faster again. <br><br>In the distance, the beast roared and its breath suddenly pushed ahead like a foul wind, shattering two wooden buildings like house of cards, and blowing already badly cracked and partially missing palisade. Wooden fence and buildings could not tolerate the kind of breath that thing seemed to have, as Cidan muttered. "That's why towns, with stone walls, are only things that survive even <em>basic beasts.</em>" That seemed to be to nobody in particular, but he trembled, the burn-covered man seeming to tremble with every step for a little while walking along that road.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 04:05:14</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Brand, the Dragon Knight</span></strong><br><br>Brand grinned slightly at Almir, "I can always use friendly conversation.&nbsp; Given how far we have to walk, it'd be pretty boring if we all stayed solemn and silent."<br>Looking around, Brand sighed, "After all, it's not like we can appreciate scenery."<br><br>Hearing Borom's warning, Brand gave Ash a glare of his own, growling in a low menacing tone, "I'll keep that in mind Borom.&nbsp; While I'm certain the ladies can defend themselves quite well, I don't require much in the way of sleep so I can keep an eye on Ash throughout the majority of the night.&nbsp; And if he misbehaves..."<br>This time Brand did reveal his teeth when he smiled at Ash, his canines much more pronounced than on a normal person.&nbsp; Brand's golden eyes seemed even more pronounced, almost bestial in nature for a moment.<br><br>Turning back to everyone else, Brand seemed to shed whatever menace he had before, giving them a happy little smile that didn't show his fangs, "But I'd much rather we all got along.&nbsp; After all, if we can't rely on each other, then whatever obstacles stand in our way will prove much more difficult to surmount."<br><br>Seeing the beast roar in the distance made Brand stare for a moment, before shuddering a little.&nbsp; Part of him was glad that they had decided to circle around it.&nbsp; But another part wanted to fight it even more now, to find glory in taking the beast's head as a trophy.&nbsp; Seeing Cidan tremble, Brand wasn't sure if the man was experiencing something similar, or was simply much more sensible.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intimidate roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2011-06-15 20:44:27, Wheresmycow (uid: 13954) rolls: 1d20a20 Result: 32 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27745)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 13:23:06</strong>
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				&nbsp; Hanali's face warmed a little at the interplay between Almir and Brand.&nbsp; When he mentioned his limited need for sleep and being able too protect the ladies, she met his eyes and nodded graciously.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; <em>After Brand's staredown with Cidan is resolved.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Guiding her roan closer too Brand with her knees, Hanali rested a leather gloved hand on the wagon with him.&nbsp; "Too late to change our minds now, but perhaps we should have borrowed trouble and challenged the Beast.&nbsp; It would have been a good opportunity too learn each others abilities.&nbsp; I look forwards to seeing what you can do."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 19:57:56</strong>
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				Almir's smile turned dark when Brand mentioned the scenery, and he just nodded grimly. <strong>"Aye, though that may not be all the case. It seems something decided to bless our trip with more then beautiful scenery."</strong> Almir muttered, before gesturing to the three ladies accompanying them. Unlike Brand, he was more accustomed to the sight of beautiful women; though he could not remember why. They seemed almost normal to him, just another thing in his mind he couldn't remember. He brushed it aside though, and chuckled at how Brand stared down ash after the caravan leader spoke about untoward intentions. He noted the strange canines in Brands mouth then, and wondered what he might be. He was right to sense a predator....<br><br>Local roll for any humanoid information Almir might know about brand (uid: 10036) rolls: 1d20a20 Result: 26 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27790)<br><br>Though Almir tossed the thought aside, and chuckled at Brand's second reply. He nodded to it, and looked up to the Paladin that approached them. Her words he could definitely appreciate. <strong>"I'm sure we all will manage our part when the time comes. Though you are right, we might have missed a good opportunity to work together, though I'm sure we'll have many more soon."</strong> He said, not sarcastically; just matter of factly. He was enjoying these peoples company so far, and didn't wish to alienate them with his dry humor. Though if it was battle they all wanted, they would be getting more of it the closer they traveled from town.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 20:34:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/drow-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Requiem</span></span></strong>, <em>Reborn Elven Wizard, World Maker</em><br><strong>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8738)<br></strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:97 (Current: 97)&nbsp; AC: 27, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>:23&nbsp; &nbsp;Perception: +18<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Saves: F:+10 R:+13 W:+14</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Thundering Longbow +1 +12/+7 1d8+1 20/x3 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Ghost Touch Longsword +1 +8/+3 1d8+1 19-20/x2 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Staff of Evocation Charges: 10 <em>Magic Missile:1, Shatter:1, Fireball: 1, Ice Storm:2, Wall of Force: 2 Chain Lightning: 3</em> </span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Special Abilities:</strong>Arcane Bond, Arcane Strike: +4 to damage (swift action), Arcane Blast: 2d6+1d6/spell level spent, ray (ranged touch, 30 ft range), Arcane Strike: +1 Deflection Bonus/spell level for 1 round, immediate action </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wizard/Evoker:</strong> Force Missile: 1d4+7 Force Missile (11/day); Intense Spells: +7 to spell damage; Elemental Wall 15 rounds/day </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Spells: 0:Detect Magic, Open/Close, Ray of Frost, Read Magic<br>1st: Comp. Language, Identify, Mage Armor, Magic Missile (x3), Sleep; 2: Make Whole, Retrieve Item, Scorching Ray (x3), Whispering Wind; 3: Dispel magic (x2), Fireball (x2), Fly, Hydraulic Torrent, Lightning Bolt; 4: Dragon's Breath, Ice Storm (x2), Magic Missile (<em>Maximized</em> 12 damage/5 missiles), Minor Creation, Dimension Door; 5th: Cone of Cold (x2), Passwall, Permanency, Teleport (x2); 6th: Antimagic Field, Forceful Hand (x2), Getaway (x2); 7th:&nbsp; form of the Dragon II, Forcecage, Limited Wish, Mage's Magnificent Mansion; 8th: Form of the Dragon III, Stormbolts, Sunburst </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Buffs</strong>: <br></span></div></div><br><strong>"I say that it is best if we don't court combat. Not simply for the sake of it, not when we have bystanders to consider. Not to mention I've been.. busy of late and truth be told running on the utter edge of combat is too like what I've been doing of late."</strong> She said quietly to Hanali. It was like some paladins of the lost times, she thought as she took in the woman's reaction. She sought to smite danger before it could harm the innocent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 20:52:07</strong>
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				Tor smiled at the responses of those around her, casting a curious gaze around from beneath her hood. Her eyes resting on the man called Ash. A soft laugh issued from her lips, <strong>"Mmm, I believe we're safe enough.</strong> she mused aloud, <strong>"Forgive me for startling you all. I had hoped to land in town and make but a simple entrance, but alas I wasn't that fortunate....</strong> she thought on her slight stumble and her cheeks heated beneath her hood. She glanced at the man who'd talked of beautiful scenery and reached up. <br><br><strong>I believe we are blessed as well, to have such gracious men in our prescence.</strong> she gave a slight bow of her head and reached up, lowering her hood from her face. Revealing her long black hair that was tied back with the exception of small whisps of hair that fell around framing her features. Her long elven ears very much notable as she gave a smile to the rest of the group. <strong>"I am called <em>Torori Eindraer</em> </strong>she said her elven accent noticeable even more as she spoke her name, <strong>Though many refer to me as Tor.</strong> she bowed her head and glanced around at the two on the horse. <br><br><strong>A beautiful beast you have there.</strong> she said, musing to herself as she felt something in her pack shift. The spirits were at it again. So often she wished they'd just leave her be. Then again they had come in handy at one point. Her head shot in the direction of the roar and her eyes flared, <strong>So I take it we are going around that thing...</strong> she said matter-of-factly, <strong>I must apologize for missing the earlier conversation.</strong> she stared off in that direction for a few moments as she walked a frown on her lips, <strong>No one was hurt I hope...</strong> she murmured solemnly to herself, the healer in her telling her it was wrong to leave any in possible danger, but the warrior in her saying to stay back and pick her battles. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 22:45:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img543.imageshack.us/img543/3021/scarredprisonersmall.jpg)</div> - <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Alienist:</span></span></span> <br>- <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font">Father Egon Drescher</span></span><br><em>- The Veil Watcher</em><br>- Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8711); 200/200 HP; AC 18<br><br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It would have been a good opportunity to learn each others abilities." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The burned priest rolled his head to one side, so that his better eye might look back on the motley crew of curious travelers at his heels.&nbsp; "You assume too swiftly that such information can be so freely given.&nbsp; And that it <em>wishes</em> to be given at all.&nbsp; So that it may be that you discover what you seek, but only the most insignificant kernel can be gleaned through besting such a lonely foe.&nbsp; Better to wait until it is bestowed willingly, if at all."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 10:16:28</strong>
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				Ash was covering at the other side of the wagons as the walk continued, the glare from Brand having sent him scampering. Though there were rumors about most people, the further people were from their home town the less tales of their deeds had reached this far, yet little bit of whispers of people with power spread far. Brand's appearance was familiar with a few tales, about winged demons, and knights of fangs, he was certainly in some local legends as a protector, but he had not been around long enough that Almir could say more than the townsfolk. The rumors just didn't spread so well in the times towards the end.<br><br>As the group of them made their ways ahead, they soon left the town's comfortable walls behind, making their way to the ashen plains the hooves of Hanali's horse left no marks in the ground, a curiosity noticed at least by Ash, but then again he had been watching the horse and the two women for a while. Cidan in turn seemed to try and push for the front, walking before the horse and the ox, watching the road.<br><br>"Careful, this area is full of sparklings. They look like boil-covered, red-skinned goblins, but they're aberrations. Maybe originally some goblin warred that got flooded by enthropic energy. They are, like their name suggests, living bombs." Cidan's tone was bitter at this. "If they approach, shoot them before they get close." Walking along, the formation of the party began to show.<br><br>In the distance the beast's ground-shaking assault continued, and Borom shivered a bit uncomfortably. "We're going by its right side, but if it notices us now we'll be in for a fight. I hate going out when there's a beast nearby, but we have no idea how long its going to camp out there. Besides, the great sage might be gone if we waited too long too." Sighing, he cracked the whip, trying to get the animals to pull the wagons faster, a bit of a panicked look on the old man's wrinkled face. <br><br>Ahead, in the distance, the group could see a group of three figures, cloaked in rags, moving towards the town slowly. Step by slow step, at least three hundred feet away still though. <br><br><hr>OOC: The wagons occupy a 10 by 15 feet space, with the horse and ox each occupying a 5 by 10 feet area before them. Ash is moving on the right side of the wagons, at the 'back corner', while Cidan is moving ahead of the ox and the horse. I am curious how the rest of the group places themselves. Feel free to carry on some chatter if you wish, but figuring the walking order will be useful to know when trouble arrives sooner or later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>17-06-2011, 11:03:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img543.imageshack.us/img543/3021/scarredprisonersmall.jpg)</div> - <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Alienist:</span></span></span> <br>- <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font">Father Egon Drescher</span></span><br><em>- The Veil Watcher</em><br>- Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8711); 200/200 HP; AC 18<br><br><hr><br>The tattered priest went silent after that, making his way towards the front of the caravan on the right side, within view of Cidan's back.&nbsp; His wide eyes narrowed to slits, focusing on the figures in the distance, trying to discern whether they be human or something altogether different.<br><br><strong>[Perception Check] 1d20+19= 31</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27812)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 06:40:22</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Brand, the Dragon Knight</span></strong><br><br>Brand nodded with some satisfaction as he watched Ash scamper away, not bothering to follow after him.&nbsp; Staying where he was, to the left of the wagon and a bit more front, would allow him to intercept the beast should it attack or aid Cidan in the front if necessary.&nbsp; It also meant, and Brand was slightly embarrassed to admit this to himself, he got a good view of Hanali and Requiem.<br>Returning Hanali's nod with a nonchalant shrug and a small smile, Brand turned to Almir, "Fair point.&nbsp; Why settle for mountains in the distance when pleasant company can be close by."<br><br>Hearing Descher's comment, Brand wondered just how much the man knew about Brand, and what he knew if anything at all.&nbsp; Quelling his apprehension and the desire to interrogate the man later on, Brand looked at Hanali.<br>"I wouldn't expect anything less too spectacular from me," Brand said.&nbsp; "As you can see, I favour the blade, and am of the opinion that a foe felled quickly is a foe causing less harm.&nbsp; Not very clever, I'll admit, but it has suited me best throughout my travels.&nbsp; I believe Requiem and Tor will provide more interesting abilities."<br>Speaking of the new elf, Brand bowed his head, "I assume that comment refers to Almir, as I'm hardly gracious, just exercising the lessons I was taught by my village.&nbsp; I am Brand, and it is a pleasure to meet you."<br><br>Brand was slowly getting used to the notion that there was going to be attractive women on the journey.&nbsp; He still hadn't gotten completely comfortable and relaxed, but it seemed he'd be able to keep himself under control for the time being.&nbsp; Focusing on the dangers around them and keeping an eye of Ash would help concentrate his mind.&nbsp; Certainly what Cidan had to say of the dangers ahead was occupying his thoughts.<br>"Hmm, I won't be able to contribute much with that.&nbsp; I'm not much with a bow, nor do I have one with me."<br>The figures up ahead made him frown a little and he focus on them.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Perception Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2011-06-17 23:39:40, Wheresmycow (uid: 13954) rolls: 1d20a20 Result: 31 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27839)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 07:38:33</strong>
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				Almir kept just walking along, his position on the right side of Brand while they continued along. He nodded toward Brand's agreement, and then perked an eyebrow at Tor's words of gracious men. He searched around as if to make a point of it, and then his eyes fixed upon Borom. <strong>"I think not, Brand; she must have meant Borom. He's the only one among us I'd deem anything close to a respectable gent."</strong> He jested with a coarse chuckle, though gave Tor a sly smile that said he was joking. Though his eyes quickly narrowed at Drescher's words, causing him to roll them derisively.&nbsp; <br><br>Almir didn't speak on it though, he just kept walking on as he made note of what the others said. He took their words in one by one, and it was when Cidan spoke of the strange creatures that he perked an eyebrow. <strong>"I can help some. I'm decent with a bow."</strong> By that, he meant he was decent with <em>his</em> bow. Indeed, it practically shot the arrows for him; making him seem a skilled archer and a master fencer. He drew the bow then, and dropped back five feet before he noticed the strange creatures dressed in rags up ahead. He didn't trust them just by looking at them. <br><br><strong>"People do not often travel, those things are likely something else..."</strong> Almir said, indeed perhaps too hastily; but still he notched and arrow while his bow was pointed down. He looked to see if he could discern anything about them, watching their steps to see if they shambled or walked. He knew much of humanoids, if they were indeed a humanoid he would spot them. He also tried to take in their body language, in hops to see if they were hostile. If he missed what they were, he could at-least know whether or not they had malicious intent. <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">1d20+20=31, 1d20+20=22, 1d20+20=27 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3076280/) Rolled on Invis castle because E kept screwing up on me. They are perception, knowledge local, and Sense motive; in that order.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 08:30:48</strong>
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				&nbsp;Riding too the right of the wagon, Hanali quietly wondered if the men would enjoy the show of leg?&nbsp; She pulled her right foot out of the stirrup and lifted her leg up across the saddle.&nbsp; Though leather and adamant showed not a strip of flesh, no doubt of the feminine curve above her boot could be had.&nbsp; She tied her tiny quiver just above the boot before replacing the foot in the stirrup and drawing out a recurved longbow.&nbsp; She strung it efficiently and then continued too peruse all horizons.&nbsp; “Thank you for the warning,” she offered softly.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 18:01:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/drow-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Requiem</span></span></strong>, <em>Reborn Elven Wizard, World Maker</em><br><strong>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8738)<br></strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:97 (Current: 97)&nbsp; AC: 27, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>:23&nbsp; &nbsp;Perception: +18 Init: +4<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Saves: F:+10 R:+13 W:+14</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Thundering Longbow +1 +12/+7 1d8+1 20/x3 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Ghost Touch Longsword +1 +8/+3 1d8+1 19-20/x2 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Staff of Evocation Charges: 10 <em>Magic Missile:1, Shatter:1, Fireball: 1, Ice Storm:2, Wall of Force: 2 Chain Lightning: 3</em> </span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Special Abilities:</strong>Arcane Bond, Arcane Strike: +4 to damage (swift action), Arcane Blast: 2d6+1d6/spell level spent, ray (ranged touch, 30 ft range), Arcane Strike: +1 Deflection Bonus/spell level for 1 round, immediate action </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wizard/Evoker:</strong> Force Missile: 1d4+7 Force Missile (11/day); Intense Spells: +7 to spell damage; Elemental Wall 15 rounds/day </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Spells: 0:Detect Magic, Open/Close, Ray of Frost, Read Magic<br>1st: Comp. Language, Identify, Mage Armor, Magic Missile (x3), Sleep; 2: Make Whole, Retrieve Item, Scorching Ray (x3), Whispering Wind; 3: Dispel magic (x2), Fireball (x2), Fly, Hydraulic Torrent, Lightning Bolt; 4: Dragon's Breath, Ice Storm (x2), Magic Missile (<em>Maximized</em> 12 damage/5 missiles), Minor Creation, Dimension Door; 5th: Cone of Cold (x2), Passwall, Permanency, Teleport (x2); 6th: Antimagic Field, Forceful Hand (x2), Getaway (x2); 7th:&nbsp; form of the Dragon II, Forcecage, Limited Wish, Mage's Magnificent Mansion; 8th: Form of the Dragon III, Stormbolts, Sunburst </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Buffs</strong>: <br></span></div></div><br><strong>"I could throw up a hidden sanctum for the caravan folk to hide in if it starts to move our way."</strong> Requiem said as she shifted in the saddle behind the paladin. Showing a LOT more leg and skin than the armored woman in front of her. She watched the Beast with a care. That was a fight she'd rather not engage in, of course she could always try to teleport it like she had done the other one. Or participate in a support role. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 23:29:23</strong>
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				The trio of travellers seemed to come closer, but as the group was already wary, they paused a little away, some 60 feet from the group's front. Their steps were more careful than the occasional undead, but yet also inhumane in a somewhat beastly stride. Once up closer the robes were thrown aside to reveal the three of them were people twisted by Entropy.<br><br>What might have once been a group of soldiers fighting to protect something were now turned into mockeries of human-life, flesh fused with sharp blades that must have been swords in the past, directly attached to the bodies, grafted upon them. The men shrieked and rushed at the group, maddened stares in their insane eyes, bulging muscles showing their forms had developed strong while their sanity seemed to have fled them.<br><br>By this time, Ash was screaming and running back towards the town. Cidan in turn was staring at the trio a bit surprised, but pulling a longspear from the side of the wagons, the old merchant frightenedly doing the same. Neither of those longspears seemed magical at that. <br><br><hr>OOC: And initiative rolls in the ooc thread or here would be appreciated, the Twisted Thugs have Init 19, but will likely spend their turn charging at the horse and the ox, or alternatively at Cidan or anyone else who gets in front of the wagons and in their path. Cidan's Init is 16, and Borom holds most likely the back with his roll of 2. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 11:06:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img543.imageshack.us/img543/3021/scarredprisonersmall.jpg)</div> - <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Alienist:</span></span></span> <br>- <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font">Father Egon Drescher</span></span><br><em>- The Veil Watcher</em><br>- Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8711); 200/200 HP; AC 18<br><br><hr><br>Father Drescher cocked his head to one side, an oddly feral gesture.&nbsp; He would heave himself up onto the roof of the front-most wagon in one swift movement, then stand so as to get a better view of the incoming creatures.&nbsp; The man's hands had slipped into the confines of his moldy old robes, and there came from him the tinkling of glass and the pungent odor of mixing chemicals.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>[Climb] 1d20+5= 21</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28015)<br><strong>[Ready Action] Throw bomb at first enemy to get within twenty feet.</strong><br><strong>[Ranged Touch Attack] 1d20+17= 22 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28013)<br>[Force Damage] 8d4+6= 26; 14 Splash, DC 23 Reflex for Half Damage (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28014)</strong><br><strong>DC 23 Reflex or be knocked Prone.</strong></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 09:18:38</strong>
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				Almir watched the creatures that approached, sensing something strange about them as Requiem and Hanali spoke. He was a little too focused to give their show of leg the appreciation it deserved, and sure enough that focus paid off as he recognized the inhuman creatures for what they were. <strong>"Put up the sanctum if you have time, Requiem, but you'll need to be quick about it!"</strong> The rogue said in a hurry as he quickly assessed his options. He noted the burnt man hopping on top of the caravan, seemingly in hopes of getting off a ranged attack at the creatures. He almost thought about doing such himself, but then another thought came to mind. <br><br>Without thinking further on it, Almir slipped the arrow back into his quiver and put his bow back on it's harness. Then he calmly rubbed the ring on his right finger twice, activating the magics that laid within to make him vanish from sight. <em>We'll see what the best position is after they get in close.</em> He thought as he hopped directly five feet behind Brand as he pulled his rapier from it's sheath and dipped into a defensive stance. He knew these creatures were lightly fortified against his critical wounds, but that didn't mean they were immune either. He'd still prefer to have the shot at piercing their livers then to simply strike.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Move action to put my bow away, then a standard to turn invisible. After that it was a free action five foot step, and a free action to draw my rapier due to the quick draw feet. Now I'm behind Brand, ready to flank with the guy or anyone else that seems opportune. :-)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 23:41:59</strong>
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				Tor watched the actions of her comrades, a small smirk crossing her lips as Ash took off towards the town, no doubt believing it would be safer. <strong>Poor fool, at least if we were to fall the town will have some sort of warning.</strong> she said even as she stepped back just a bit, putting herself behind her fellow travelers, though not so much that there was any real distance. She did her best work at a bit of a distance. <strong>If you please, a hidden sanctum for our caravan allies would be nice, and I shall aid those who wish to fight.</strong> she said, tracing her tongue along her lips as Almir finished his sentence. Her eyes flashed and her fingers began to dance fluidly in the air as she spoke out a soft hiss. <br><br>The incantation she knew so well flowed from her lips and her eyes flashed lightly as the spell took effect, a warm echo flowing through the air, to give her allies the courage to fight. Just as Almir disappeared she readied herself, keeping her distance and preparing herself mentally as she prayed to the spirits to keep the other beast from them. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cast Bless (http://plothook.net/d20/prd/spells/bless.html#bless)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 08:46:17</strong>
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				The three thugs got closer their blade-arms lifting when Dreschen's prepared surprise landed at the feet of the middle one of them, a blast kicking up ash and scaring the horse before the wagons slightly, the ox seeming still bored by the looks of the old beast, but where the bomb landed it tore flesh from the bones of the twisted thug howling in pain, the blast seeming to tear at the feet of its companions as well. The wounds seemed nasty but not enough to fell these creatures, but the one leading the charge took a nasty bit of damage.<br><br>Drescher's attack seemed to have infuriated the leader thug though, who gestured up at Drescher with a blade-arm, and ignoring the ox and the horse it tried to push up closer at him, shoving its way between the horse and the ox scraping both without doing real harm, trying to get close enough to hurt <em>Drescher</em> but pausing 10 feet short before the beasts.<br><br>The one on the left side of the charge came right in front of Almir, blade arms rising and slashing across the ox's side. Blood flowed, the ox shuddering on its hooves barely able to stand anymore, the metal cleaving through the dark hide viciously, a reminder of what they could do to softer flesh as well. These things were definitely not the sort a person would want to wrestle either, the numerous little thorns and sharp metal bits showing from their twisted forms gave the thought of rolling around in a pile of glass shards would have been safer.<br><br>On the other side the right-most thug put all its effort into one fast slash across the horse's throat, but managing to miss as the horse panickedly kicked its chest in the air thrusting its hooves in the air before the thug. This slowed down the thug's own attack enough.<br><br>Now with the thug in striking distance, Cidan stood aside the wagons, having gotten the longspear ready and set against the charge. Thrusting it ahead, he pushed the tip through the right-most thug, spearing meat, but without any obvious harm done other than a metal-tipped shaft of wood pushed through the flesh, there was no blood flowing even, piece of the side of the thug pierced without obvious harm done. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 17:53:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/drow-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Requiem</span></span></strong>, <em>Reborn Elven Wizard, World Maker</em><br><strong>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8738)<br></strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:97 (Current: 97)&nbsp; AC: 27, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>:23&nbsp; &nbsp;Perception: +18 Init: +4<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Saves: F:+10 R:+13 W:+14</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Thundering Longbow +1 +12/+7 1d8+1 20/x3 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Ghost Touch Longsword +1 +8/+3 1d8+1 19-20/x2 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Staff of Evocation Charges: 10 <em>Magic Missile:1, Shatter:1, Fireball: 1, Ice Storm:2, Wall of Force: 2 Chain Lightning: 3</em> </span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Special Abilities:</strong>Arcane Bond, Arcane Strike: +4 to damage (swift action), Arcane Blast: 2d6+1d6/spell level spent, ray (ranged touch, 30 ft range), Arcane Strike: +1 Deflection Bonus/spell level for 1 round, immediate action </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wizard/Evoker:</strong> Force Missile: 1d4+7 Force Missile (11/day); Intense Spells: +7 to spell damage; Elemental Wall 15 rounds/day </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Spells: 0:Detect Magic, Open/Close, Ray of Frost, Read Magic<br>1st: Comp. Language, Identify, Mage Armor, Magic Missile (x3), Sleep; 2: Make Whole, Retrieve Item, Scorching Ray (x3), Whispering Wind; 3: Dispel magic (x2), Fireball (x2), Fly, Hydraulic Torrent, Lightning Bolt; 4: Dragon's Breath, Ice Storm (x2), Magic Missile (<em>Maximized</em> 12 damage/5 missiles), Minor Creation, Dimension Door; 5th: Cone of Cold (x2), Passwall, Permanency, Teleport (x2); 6th: Antimagic Field, Forceful Hand (x2), Getaway (x2); 7th:&nbsp; form of the Dragon II, Forcecage, Limited Wish, <del>Mage's Magnificent Mansion</del>; 8th: Form of the Dragon III, Stormbolts, Sunburst </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Buffs</strong>: Bless<br></span></div></div><br>Requiem slid off the horse and started chanting as soon as she landed on her feet. This allowed the holy knight to maneuver as needed. She raised her hand as she chanted, and where there had been nothing, an archway of stone started to form. Runes worked in the stone glowed as she spread the magic over the arch and beyond the doorway, magnificent marble was easily seen as she finished the spell and opened the arch to any she wished to see it.<br><br><strong>"Everyone in. All non-combatants first. Bring the wagons if you can."</strong>&nbsp; She called to the caravan drivers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 20:15:57</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Brand, the Dragon Knight</span></strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat</div><div class="spoiler_body">Init +8; Senses: Blindsense 60ft, Darkvision 60ft; Perception +20<br>--------------------<br>DEFENSE<br>--------------------<br>AC 39, touch 20, flat-footed 34<br>HP 211 (1d6 + 4d10 + 10d12)<br>Fort +19, Ref +13, Will +15<br>Acid Resistance 10<br>--------------------<br>OFFENSE<br>--------------------<br>Base Speed 30 ft, Fly 60 ft<br>+4 Ghost Touch Adamantine Greatsword +25/+20/+15 (2d6 +19/17-20/x2)<br>Melee Unarmed Strike +20/+15/+10 (1d3+9/20/x2)<br>Sorcerer Spells Known (CL 8, 20 melee touch, 15 ranged touch):</div></div><br>Unlike Almir, Brand was a little distracted by the show of leg and it had cost him precious moments to his shame.&nbsp; Drawing his blade, Brand cast a sidelong glance at the fleeing Ash, shaking his head at the man's cowardice.&nbsp; Given the way the man was screaming, it'd only serve to draw more attention to him, even if it did make him feel better.&nbsp; Whatever Drescher had thrown had resulted in a satisfying explosion, softening the enemies up.&nbsp; And as his blood stirred within him, a low pleased growl escaping his throat at the thrill of imminent combat, Brand could suddenly feel himself welling with courage from Tor's words.&nbsp; Almir's disappearance was interesting, but he didn't let that distract him as he moved to attack the thug in front of him, repaying the horror for striking the ox with his own heavy blow to the head.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Moving forward and drawing a weapon as part of the move action.&nbsp; Standard action to attack:<br>1d20a25 Result: 43 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28126)<br>That threatens a critical if it hits:<br>1d20a25 Result: 31 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28127)<br>Wait, whoops.&nbsp; Tor's bless gives +1 attack bonus, so those are 44 and 32 respectively.<br>Damage is:<br>2d6a19 Result: 26 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28128) or 52 if the crit is successful.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 04:43:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.goodanime.net/images/the-sacred-blacksmith.jpg)<br></div>Hanali Dawfire<br>AC 35<br>HP 212/212<br><br>Hanali tossed her bow onto the wagon as Requim dismounted, brought her shield to the ready, and drew a great lance from the tiny quiver.&nbsp; Kirk's hooves hammered at the wind instead of the earth as she forced the lance into line and put all the Roan's weight behind it, rising in her stirrups, as she charged the monster attackign the ox, hoping to at least leave behind a trail of entropy-laced blood as she raced passed it, 30 feet out ahead of the wagons...&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Reset initiative after Requim's if necessary.&nbsp; <br><br>Feats in use:&nbsp; <br>--Power Attack<br>--Spirited Charge<br>--Ride By Attack<br><br>Attack Roll 32<br>Damage: 33 Magical Piercing.&nbsp; <br><br>Curent AC 35<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 13:15:14</strong>
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				Brand's swiping strike slammed into the leftmost twisted thug's skull with the force of a warhammer, the crunching blow causing bone to shatter, throwing up in the air a few sharpened teeth with the impact, the large blade finding the thug's skin rather tough, like boiled and oiled leather, but the blade still tore a large chunk of meat across the cheek, scratching to metal inside the head while flying sparks in the air, leaving the right side of the thug's face cut open to reveal blackened mess of rotting teeth mixed here and there with metal shards sticking out from the flesh. <br><br>The thug screamed in pain and fury, the first blow having left it considerably pained, but before he could reach out to repay that pain to Brand a lance shone bright and speared through the already wounded thug's side, yanking the thug back a good 15 feet hanging off the lance before its side tore apart enough that it fell, the hooves just missing the thug rolling on the ground as Hanali went. This evil thing looked so torn a common man should have already perished in agony.<br><br>The spell that Requiem cast opened a gateway too narrow for the wagons themselves, but Borom jumped off the wagons to rush in through. He was the only one that did though, with Ash running in the opposite direction a lot earlier already, and others occupied in the fight. Nonetheless, the old merchant was safe from the rest of the fight at least, the wagons paused before the gateway the horse and the ox might well fit, if they were lead in one by one, but the wagons would be a tight fit with their wide build. It'd take some careful movement, at very least, and not in combat situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 00:53:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img543.imageshack.us/img543/3021/scarredprisonersmall.jpg)</div> - <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Alienist:</span></span></span> <br>- <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font">Father Egon Drescher</span></span><br><em>- The Veil Watcher</em><br>- Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8711); 200/200 HP; AC 18<br><br><hr><br>Father Descher smiled gently at the haggard creature shrieking in his direction, bowing in its direction while bringing a small vial to his lips.&nbsp; No sooner had the soft blue liquid passed down his throat did the man vanish from sight, and only the sudden creaking of the wagon would tell of his movement.<br><br><strong>[Combine Extracts] Invisibility + Fly</strong><br><strong>[Ascend 30ft Up]</strong><br><strong>[Stealth] 1d20+23= 42</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28185)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 21:00:06</strong>
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				Surveying the field, Tor let out a soft sigh, her dark locks falling around her shoulder as she watched the caravan leader flee into the sanctuary that had been placed up, sure the animals would fit, but no one had time any longer to guide them inside. With a soft curse of exasperation, she began to speak out into the sounds of battle, her fingers dancing fluidly once more as her eyes began a soft glow. She felt the warmth coaxing at her skin, edging to be released as the end of her incantation came closer. As the words ended, she felt a rush of warmth flow out, not only through herself but towards her allies as she reached for her blade, unsheathing it should she need to protect herself. Already she was devising a plan of action thinking on her next move. <br><br>Action:<br><br>Cast Mass Bull Strength +4 to Strength
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 21:24:52</strong>
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				Almir frowned at how the battle field changed in just a few seconds. Though spells had yet to change up the battle field, and that meant he was free to move into the best positioning possible. He looked for the most likely target, and found the leader thug 10 feet from the oxen a fine choice. It was then the invisible rogue dashed forward, barely audible footfalls bringing him closer and closer to his target before he rolled forward and came up to stab right into the bastards liver at an awkward angle. He pressed in with all his strength plus that of Tor's spell, hoping to skewer the evil creature and end it's cursed life. In either case, the action would cause his image to flicker back to sight.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Move action to get to the leader, and attack.<br>Stealth Roll:1d20+44=63 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3092610/)<br>Attack roll:38, Damage: 9 Sneak attack=26. (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3092620/) With tor's buff and invisibility bonus that will be attack of 41, damage 11. Total damage if the sneak attack goes off will be 37. He also suffers one bleed damage because the Rapier is wounding.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 01:08:13</strong>
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				Drescher was gone and the thug that had come after him was howling in fury at his missing prey, up until Tor's magic caught his attention. He turned his eyes at her and grinned wickedly, only to have his head jerk as Almir's blade sank into the flesh. The creatures seemed to have steel in their bodies, chips and pieces here and there, making them a bit harder to backstab or strike with greater force, but this time, perhaps it was Almir's expertise or lady luck in his favor, the blade found a path without metal blocking its way, piercing deep and drawing blackened blood as the thug howled in pain, the strike bringing the blade's tip through the creature's body, pushing the leather, thick skin ahead of it ripping from the muscles, bulging the skin before the tough surface tore. <br><br>The strike staggered that thug, leaving it barely standing. Struck from behind, it had trouble reaching for Almir, though it certainly tried, attempting to claw his arm, before swinging its closer arm back and the blade in it struck against Almir with some strength, embedding into the flesh. The thug was nearly dead, Almir's tearing strike had made sure of that, but a little relience seemed to keep it still moving. These things were not human even if they might have originally been ones. <br><br>((Almir got his sneak attack in with serious effects, but the strike back caught Almir for 14 points worth of damage, with a sword implanted at the end of the arm, a longsword at that. Rusty, twisted weapon, but swung with frightening force.))<br><br>Meanwhile the thug that Cidan had speared snapped the spear in two and jumped on Cidan, and a short instant later a shrill scream was all that accompanied Cidan's departure from the world of the living as the beastly creature impaled Cidan's body fully by the rusty sword-arm, running him through and shaking his corpse off like a sack of potatoes. <br><br>The last of the thugs, holding onto the lance that had pierced it, tried to snap it too, but without success. Snarling in fury, its hand swung trying to catch Hanali's face with its claw, but slipping and missing, it had trouble getting closer while still on the lance. Seeming to realize it, the thug pulled itself back, stumbling off the lance but also backing away from the party. The lazy animals were trying to pull the wagons a bit by bit towards the portal that Requiem had created. The horse managing to snap its bingings and pushing through the oz bleeding but unable to follow. <br><br><hr><hr><br>((OOC: Next up, Brand, Requiem, and then its next turn. Borom is already through the gates.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 20:14:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/drow-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Requiem</span></span></strong>, <em>Reborn Elven Wizard, World Maker</em><br><strong>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8738)<br></strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:97 (Current: 97)&nbsp; AC: 27, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>:23&nbsp; &nbsp;Perception: +18 Init: +4<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Saves: F:+10 R:+13 W:+14</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Thundering Longbow +1 +12/+7 1d8+1 20/x3 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Ghost Touch Longsword +1 +8/+3 1d8+1 19-20/x2 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Staff of Evocation Charges: 10 <em>Magic Missile:1, Shatter:1, Fireball: 1, Ice Storm:2, Wall of Force: 2 Chain Lightning: 3</em> </span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Special Abilities:</strong>Arcane Bond, Arcane Strike: +4 to damage (swift action), Arcane Blast: 2d6+1d6/spell level spent, ray (ranged touch, 30 ft range), Arcane Strike: +1 Deflection Bonus/spell level for 1 round, immediate action </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wizard/Evoker:</strong> Force Missile: 1d4+7 Force Missile (11/day); Intense Spells: +7 to spell damage; Elemental Wall 15 rounds/day </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Spells: 0:Detect Magic, Open/Close, Ray of Frost, Read Magic<br>1st: Comp. Language, Identify, Mage Armor, Magic Missile (x3), Sleep; 2: Make Whole, Retrieve Item, Scorching Ray (x3), Whispering Wind; 3: Dispel magic (x2), Fireball (x2), Fly, Hydraulic Torrent, <del>Lightning Bolt</del>; 4: Dragon's Breath, Ice Storm (x2), Magic Missile (<em>Maximized</em> 12 damage/5 missiles), Minor Creation, Dimension Door; 5th: Cone of Cold (x2), Passwall, Permanency, Teleport (x2); 6th: Antimagic Field, Forceful Hand (x2), Getaway (x2); 7th:&nbsp; form of the Dragon II, Forcecage, Limited Wish, <del>Mage's Magnificent Mansion</del>; 8th: Form of the Dragon III, Stormbolts, Sunburst </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Buffs</strong>: Bless<br></span></div></div><br>Requiem measured up the situation, as she moved aside from the doorway to let the other caravan folk drive their animals in or simply bolt into the sanctum she had erected. She could tell that Almir's foe was nearly done and that Hanali's foe was being handled. Her face turned grim as she took in the death of Cidan and pointed a finger at the fallen man's foe. She whispered the words of power and unleashed the lightning stroke at the thug. She watched as the bolt jumped out towards the thug and nodded as she saw the electricity play over the metal in his body.<br><br>OOC: (Lightning Bolt; DC:21 Damage:44) <br>At 2011-07-01 13:11:05, Callie Del Noire (uid: 7724) rolls: 10d6a7 Result: 44 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28648)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 07:10:16</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Brand, the Dragon Knight</span></strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat</div><div class="spoiler_body">Init +8; Senses: Blindsense 60ft, Darkvision 60ft; Perception +20<br>--------------------<br>DEFENSE<br>--------------------<br>AC 39, touch 20, flat-footed 34<br>HP 211 (1d6 + 4d10 + 10d12)<br>Fort +19, Ref +13, Will +15<br>Acid Resistance 10<br>--------------------<br>OFFENSE<br>--------------------<br>Base Speed 30 ft, Fly 60 ft<br>+4 Ghost Touch Adamantine Greatsword +25/+20/+15 (2d6 +19/17-20/x2)<br>Melee Unarmed Strike +20/+15/+10 (1d3+9/20/x2)<br>Sorcerer Spells Known (CL 8, 20 melee touch, 15 ranged touch):</div></div><br>Emitting a low growl of satisfaction as his sword cleaved a hearty chunk off of the thug, Hanali's charge made him grin widely at the damage she wrought.&nbsp; Going with a group had been a good idea, especially if some were competent at arms.&nbsp; The grin faded when he heard Cidan's death cry, and saw Almir got cut.&nbsp; Confidant that Hanali could deal with her opponent, Brand charged at the one that struck Almir, going for its flank with a vicious sweep of his blade.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Charging action if possible, otherwise move and then standard action to attack:<br>For attack:<br>At 2011-07-02 00:09:11, Wheresmycow (uid: 13954) rolls: 1d20a26 Result: 42 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28672)<br>For damage:<br>At 2011-07-02 00:09:47, Wheresmycow (uid: 13954) rolls: 2d6a20 Result: 28 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28673)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 23:28:52</strong>
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				The bolt of lightning struck through the body of the third thug, and a loud scream rose to the air as the spell struck through his form, shaking him, leaving him barely standing, the thug burnt and shaky after the lightning shock went through him, but as he trembled there a louder shout was made in the direction of the village. The beast might have been roused from its rest, but at least there was no signs of it coming, at least yet.<br><br>The dragon knight's blade struck cleanly, the charge ahead with the blade. The thug was trying to reach over to Almir, not paying attention to Brand, but that proved a critical mistake as Brand's sword slashed through the guts of the creature, splattering what remained of the twisted creature to the ground. What might have been humanoid once, was full of greenish ooze that's purpose was perhaps best not thought over too much. The creature was literally cleaved in two its uppre half slumping slightly against Almir, dead between the Knight and the rogue.<br><br>Skewered and cleaved, the corpse was in a very bad shape but at least it was finally still.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 09:35:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.goodanime.net/images/the-sacred-blacksmith.jpg)<br></div>Hanali Dawfire<br>AC 35<br>HP 212/212<br><br>Hanali dropped her lance and jerked her hammer from her hip.&nbsp; Kirk wheeled on the monster and reared up. <br><br>Held above them all, the redhead's hammer burst into a corona of cometary fire.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The stallion's feat lashed out at the monster, then he dropped too put more force behind Hanali's blow...&nbsp; <br><br>"This is the Fist of a Fallen Star!"&nbsp; <br><br>As if an afterthought, the stalion snapped at the monster too complete the attack sequence.&nbsp; <br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hanali:&nbsp; <br>Fist of a Fallen Star: 29, Damage 11 Adamantine Magical Blunt and 3 Fire.&nbsp; <br><br>Kirk:&nbsp; <br>Bite: 16.&nbsp; 7 damage.&nbsp; <br>Hoof 1: 19, 7 damage<br>Hoof 2: 16, 9 damage.&nbsp; <br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 11:46:31</strong>
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				Hanali's strike hit the already wounded thug causing it to let out a loud shriek, one of the hooves also kicking its chest loudly with a crunch. Whether or not this actually did anything or landed on a metal piece in the flesh was hard to tell, but Hanali's hammer came down with vengeance, slamming the twisted thug back with force, the hammer's landing cracking one of its arms almost <em>off</em> the creature, hanging limply and lower than it should be, bones and muscles clearly whacked out of place. Oozing black fluid from the crushed, destroyed shoulder, the creature howled in pain and seemed unable to even stand straight.<br><br><hr>The turn ends, and waiting to see how the next one shapes up, the team's close to winning but by the noise at the sound of the village, whether or not its a pyrrhic victory is still open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 19:18:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img543.imageshack.us/img543/3021/scarredprisonersmall.jpg)</div> - <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Alienist:</span></span></span> <br>- <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font">Father Egon Drescher</span></span><br><em>- The Veil Watcher</em><br>- Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8711); 200/200 HP; AC 18<br><br><hr><br>Still floating unseen above the battlefield, Father Egon decides against lobbing another explosive into the fray while the others are clustered so close to his prey.&nbsp; He takes this time to allocate a potion in his possession, feeling that it may soon be useful.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>[Alchemical Allocation] Greater Magic Fang +4</strong></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Black Howling</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 07:12:29</strong>
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				Almir twisted his blade inside the creature when he realize he had struck his mark, and then tried to slip the blade out. A sound of metal gtrading against metal was heard then, and he growled as he noted that the rapier was obviously stuck on the metal inside of the thing. It was too late to think on such things as the creature slashed out at him then, the sting on his arm causing the man to grunt in pain. <strong>"Cursed creature of death!"</strong> He hissed at it, though before anymore slashes came his way Brand arrived to cleave the thing in two. <br><br>Almir grimaced as half the body slid up against him, but he managed to pull the sword from it and rise to his feet with a sigh. He assessed the battle field again at that point, his eyes going to the most likely target. He noted then that Requiem may soon be in trouble since the one she had just struck with a lighting bolt was still standing. So yet again the rogue dashed toward it, his feet pounding the terrain as he brought his sword into striking position. A grunt was all that escaped his lips as he thrust his sword right into the creatures side from the odd angle, pulling it from the beast before he sprang past it and blocked it's path toward the elf. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Running in at the one Requiem struck, and hitting it once before leaping in front of it's path with Spring attack. <br>1d20+22=41, 1d6+9=12 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3106955/) Critical Threat<br>1d20+22=35 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3106956/) Likely a Critical hit. Damage 24 if so.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 21:26:09</strong>
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				As Drescher was preparing in the air, he could see the beast in the distance, looking their way. Just then, some mage perhaps looking to make a name for himself walked out of the town in front of some 15 soldiers, casting spells at the beast. As the beast charged their way, a flash in the air appeared. The beast paused like hitting a wall, growling but blowing hot, foul air over those men. The mage and his companions turned to skeletal remains, the bones themselves shifting and rearranging, before melting too, the flesh already bubbled off the bones, collapsing to the ground. <br><br>The beast seemed unable to walk <em>far</em> from where it was though, something holding it in place. Beast, only few such things existed, but they were practically <em>siege weapons</em> for the Forces of Enthropy. Whatever it was, it was the town's advantage it was there. Perhaps it was the distance from the <em>borderlands</em> as well as the <em>old crater</em>. Afterall, the rumors were the beasts only appeared in those regions, which also made sure that nobody wanted to stay in those borderlands for too long. Ironically, some of the best cities used to once stand where the crater now lay.<br><br>It was also in that crater's direction that the great sage was said to be. <br><br><hr><hr><br>Almir's blade struck without any warning, the thug seemed to be overwhelmed by the sudden strike as Almir was in the air, the blade skewering through a blackened eye and bursting through the back of the thug's skull. There was a brief jerk and the thug collapsed, leaving only one, occupied with Hanali, still standing. The thugs were being taken down fast, and the gateway was glowing. It was seemingly small, but widening littel by little as the ox walked to it, pulling the wagons little by little to its frame. <br><br>Cidan lay on the ground, gutted, perhaps still alive, but in a rather harshly torn shape. It was uncertain whether he lived or not, but the damage done to him was bad enough to question it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 22:22:05</strong>
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				Tor surveyed the battle field and noticed that Cidan would be in dire need of attentions very soon, but as her eyes traveled over towards the paladin she decided the quickest way to be able to take care of the fallen man would be to end this. Her fingers shot up, her hands moving fluidly as a soft golden hue began to appear around the hand that was raise, her eyes taking on the same color, <strong>"Embrace the warmth you've long forgotten.</strong> she said in a hiss as a beam of light shot from her hands, collecting around her ally and the creature that was skewered upon her lance. The beam collected into a ball and a soft hiss escaped as it exploded in a 20 foot radius around the two. She had no doubt the paladin would be safe however as her spell only harmed evil and neutral characters.<br><br>She watched as the creature burned up in her holy spell, her eyes faded back to their natural color before she looked around at her allies, knowing she needed to take care of the man who lay dying. With the battle ended she walked over, reaching into her haversack for a moment, a frown upon her lips as she had to shuffle through a few things before she found her wand. As she found it she let her fingers dance over his form, stabilizing the wounds. Kneeling down she placed the tip over his heart and whispered soothingly into the air activating the wand waiting and praying that the healing would be enough. <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Holy Smite: 5d8 Result: 25 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29400)<br><strong>Stabilize!</strong><br>Wand of Cure Mod. Wounds: 2d8a15 Result: 18 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29401)<br>((Was told over IM battle had ended and that I could walk over and heal him.)) &gt;.&gt;<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 04:05:32</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Brand, the Dragon Knight</strong></span><br><br>Brand panted slightly, the thrill of battle still coursing through him as he tried to control himself.&nbsp; He turned to look at the Beast in the distance and some part of him wanted to continue to the fight there, to indulge in the budding battle lust within him.&nbsp; The three thugs had broken what would have been the tedium of constant walking, but it wasn't quite enough for Brand.&nbsp; The dragon in him wanted more.&nbsp; However, charging off would be reckless and endanger Borom and Cidan if the man still lived.&nbsp; Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he nodded at Almir.<br>"Bracing, wasn't it?&nbsp; Are you okay, do you need healing at all?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>21-07-2011, 04:20:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img543.imageshack.us/img543/3021/scarredprisonersmall.jpg)</div> - <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Alienist:</span></span></span> <br>- <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font">Father Egon Drescher</span></span><br><em>- The Veil Watcher</em><br>- Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8711); 200/200 HP; AC 18<br><br><hr><br>The wandering priest reappeared suddenly at Brand's side, hovering inches above the ground and staring off in the general direction of the rampaging beast.&nbsp; Yet it seemed he was not looking <em>at</em> it so much as <em>through</em> it, at something a great deal further in the distance.&nbsp; His face twisted in a mirthless smile.<br><br>"Bothersome delays.&nbsp; We should avoid further ones, so should it be."&nbsp; The way he spoke, it didn't seem to be directed at anyone in particular.&nbsp; "Our path should take us far, before yet more nuisances make themselves known to us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 18:51:45</strong>
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				Cidan coughed somewhat as he was tended to, but slowly sat up and spoke. "We need to go." Cidan grimaced, his mask partially shattered, showing parts of the burnt face. "That thing may still notice us." He gestured at the beast, shaking his head. The beasts were fairly rare anywhere but borderlands, but around the crater itself seemed to be another one of them. The creatures seemed to be almost literally a living siege engine to topple little villages, and even towns, if the said towns were first enveloped in the touch of the borderlands. For now, it moved away from the city, though watching it. <br><br>The wagons were entering the gate that was conjured up, leaving the pathway clear for others, to that conjured sanctuary, the road itself open now that the twisted thugs lay dead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>25-07-2011, 00:49:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/drow-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Requiem</span></span></strong>, <em>Reborn Elven Wizard, World Maker</em><br><strong>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8738)<br></strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:97 (Current: 97)&nbsp; AC: 27, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>:23&nbsp; &nbsp;Perception: +18 Init: +4<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Saves: F:+10 R:+13 W:+14</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Thundering Longbow +1 +12/+7 1d8+1 20/x3 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Ghost Touch Longsword +1 +8/+3 1d8+1 19-20/x2 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Staff of Evocation Charges: 10 <em>Magic Missile:1, Shatter:1, Fireball: 1, Ice Storm:2, Wall of Force: 2 Chain Lightning: 3</em> </span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Special Abilities:</strong>Arcane Bond, Arcane Strike: +4 to damage (swift action), Arcane Blast: 2d6+1d6/spell level spent, ray (ranged touch, 30 ft range), Arcane Strike: +1 Deflection Bonus/spell level for 1 round, immediate action </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wizard/Evoker:</strong> Force Missile: 1d4+7 Force Missile (11/day); Intense Spells: +7 to spell damage; Elemental Wall 15 rounds/day </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Spells: 0:Detect Magic, Open/Close, Ray of Frost, Read Magic<br>1st: Comp. Language, Identify, Mage Armor, Magic Missile (x3), Sleep; 2: Make Whole, Retrieve Item, Scorching Ray (x3), Whispering Wind; 3: Dispel magic (x2), Fireball (x2), Fly, Hydraulic Torrent, <del>Lightning Bolt</del>; 4: Dragon's Breath, Ice Storm (x2), Magic Missile (<em>Maximized</em> 12 damage/5 missiles), Minor Creation, Dimension Door; 5th: Cone of Cold (x2), Passwall, Permanency, Teleport (x2); 6th: Antimagic Field, Forceful Hand (x2), Getaway (x2); 7th:&nbsp; form of the Dragon II, Forcecage, Limited Wish, <del>Mage's Magnificent Mansion</del>; 8th: Form of the Dragon III, Stormbolts, Sunburst </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Buffs</strong>: Bless<br></span></div></div><br><strong>"I suggest we withdraw to the sanctum and let the healers work on the wounded while we give the Beast time to relax and calm down."</strong> Requiem says as she watched the beast in the distance with a wary eye. The creature worried her because it spoke of bigger problems and issues at hand. She looked to the wounded and fallen. She had memories of a spell that could channel other magic into healing power, but sadly it was lost to time aside from her past lives memories of it. She'd looked for it in the past, along with a variety of other magics that she knew were lost.&nbsp; She thought it best to regroup, perhaps rest, inside the sanctum and see what the caravan folk wanted to do. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 06:16:56</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Brand, the Dragon Knight</span></strong><br><br>Brand frowned, "Given the rate that we're traveling, we aren't going to get very far any time soon if we constantly stop and hide.&nbsp; Waiting might actually mean the beast is closer to us when we pop out of there.&nbsp; It might be in our benefit to get as far as possible from it before we make a bolthole."<br>He looked at the wounded as well, "Cidan got the worst of it.&nbsp; We can put him up on the wagon if he can't walk and continue onwards.&nbsp; The longer we take, the more opportunity for danger to come."<br>"But," Brand shrugged, "that is only my opinion, and I'm prone towards soldiering on."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 07:35:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img543.imageshack.us/img543/3021/scarredprisonersmall.jpg)</div> - <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Alienist:</span></span></span> <br>- <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Courier;" class="bbc_font">Father Egon Drescher</span></span><br><em>- The Veil Watcher</em><br>- Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8711); 200/200 HP; AC 18<br><br><hr><br>The old priest's face takes on a sudden coldness, as though some unseen irritant were passing just beneath his nose.&nbsp; "I do not have a predilection for wasting time unnecessarily.&nbsp; A caravan that goes nowhere can scarcely be said to be a caravan at all.&nbsp; Such that it is, the world does not take kindly to dawdlers."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 07:43:56</strong>
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				<strong>"Cidan will be fine, just a bit sore for a little while, I suggest he ride along in the wagon and we keep moving. I for one believe if we stall any further, that creature will catch up to us. No one else seems to need any major healing, if you have potions it might be wise to use them, I'd like to keep my spells for more dire occasions, but I do not mind using my wands if you'd like.</strong> Tor looked at her comrades as she rose to her feet offering a hand out to Cidan. <strong>"We need to be as quick as possible though. I'm guessing more could be headed this way, so we may want to keep a close eye on the roads ahead and behind us. Though I could be wrong.</strong> Brushing her hair back she waited for Cidan to take her hand so that she might help him stand erect and they may move on without further incident. <strong>The town should be safe.....I hope...</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 23:48:06</strong>
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				Cidan slowly got up and nod a little. "I don't know why." He started. "Beasts... rare as they are.." He cleared his burnt throat. "..don't like leaving borderlands or the crater... for a long time.. or long distance. That town is... near it.. but maybe just... too far." Cidan then nod, moving to sit up on the wagons with the help from Tor, while looking at the others for their thoughts on things.<br><br>"We can stay here or keep going, who knows how long... the sage is ..." He began coughing and got silent again, holding his throat. Some of those burns were Enthopy's work, and the feel in them was one that magic would not heal. In a very real sense, a part of him had been <em>removed forever</em> it seemed, or at least beyond healing abilities of simpler spells. Whether or not a full 'heal' spell would have a different effect was anyone's guess, but priests were a rarity in a world where gods were no more.<br><br>((OOC: For clarity, adding that the man has suffered permanent ability damage, not just hit point loss.))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 13:20:05</strong>
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				Kirk cantered back to the others, his paladin on his back, cleaning her hammer.&nbsp; <br><br>"The paladin's normaly solemn features sank into a sigh at the realization of Cidan's condition.&nbsp; "I don't think I can do anything for that..." she whispered.&nbsp; Then she looked about.&nbsp; "I'm still fresh enough.&nbsp; Does anyone need rest?&nbsp; If not, we should press on."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 21:47:40</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Brand, the Dragon Knight</strong></span><br><br>Brand shook his head, "I don't need to rest, wandering around on my own for so long means that a fight isn't enough to exhaust me."<br><br>"Of course, if needs be, I can always carry someone," he joked, hopefully lightening the atmosphere a little. "I've got a broad back after all."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>12-08-2011, 22:44:33</strong>
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				Nodding his head a bit, the mercenary Cidan lay back to rest, the wagons soon leaving along with the old man the portal they had entered, the man looking at the others. "You want to press on then? That haven looks promising, but yes we should be on the move. The further we go the more dangerous 'travel magic' might get but we cant linger here if we hope to make a difference."<br><br>The folks were a bit intimidated to be accosted so soon after leaving the safety of the walls, but they seemed to also trust in the heroes along them. <br><br>"I think with you we have a good chance."<br><br>((OOC: Just checking if everyone's fine with heading on. Also if I need to message people. ))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 03:04:33</strong>
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				"Indeed, let's continue."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 03:09:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/drow-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Requiem</span></span></strong>, <em>Reborn Elven Wizard, World Maker</em><br><strong>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8738)<br></strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:97 (Current: 97)&nbsp; AC: 27, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>:23&nbsp; &nbsp;Perception: +18 Init: +4<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Saves: F:+10 R:+13 W:+14</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Thundering Longbow +1 +12/+7 1d8+1 20/x3 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Ghost Touch Longsword +1 +8/+3 1d8+1 19-20/x2 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Staff of Evocation Charges: 10 <em>Magic Missile:1, Shatter:1, Fireball: 1, Ice Storm:2, Wall of Force: 2 Chain Lightning: 3</em> </span></div></div><hr><br>"Fair enough, I merely offered options. The Beast disturbs me a bit.. I don't have the magics I used on the last one." She smiled mirthlessly. It was most likely very unhappy on the volcanic island that she stranded it on. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 19:36:43</strong>
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				The wagons pulled on again, getting on the move, with Cidan laying on the back of the wagons and anyone else tired of walking being welcome aboard as well. The animals seemed to pull even harder after the fight, eager to get away from where the stench of death and corruption lay. As the wagons carried along in the distance, the sky turned more ashen, the light above dimming amidst the clouds. The distance showed ashen wasteland, broken lands that had once been fertile fields and forests, now left as ashlands and copses of burnt, dead trees.<br><br>There were skeletal remains in the distance of some great big animals, broken and shattered, left to lay on the ground silent. The distance showed for a moment a figure standing amidst the bones. Watching them. Slowly, the figure turned away, beginning to walk off. It looked human-like, but clad in those ragged robes, it was impossible to tell at that distance. Elf, human, or a twisted thug, whatever it was, the figure walked away slowly. Before the old merchant could even turn his head to look, the figure was gone, amidst the stony hills at the distance.<br><br>"Don't wander off too much. They say here is where a great dragon came to die, holding back a beast with its fiery breath and claw. It succeeded, for a while, then dying to its wounds. It gave time for an entire town to evacuate from the beast's path at least. So they call it the Old Silver Hope." He gestured at the skeleton. "I was but a child when it happened, that damned mist from the center of the crater spreading this far. With it, the beasts and the thugs and all that is wrong spread and became more numerous." He looked away to the distance. "But past the old ruins and past the old sorrows, we get closer to our destination."<br><br>As he was speaking, the team came to witness a small town's ruins, its stone walls broken, its buildings obviously mauled. The wagons neared it, as the old man spoke again. "We can take shelter here maybe..." He looked around for the Alchemist. "Uhm, stranger! I have a request. You vanished from sight before, just like that. If you can do that again, can you view if this place is safe to make camp at for tonight? If it is, I suggest we make use of it tonight and carry on to destination tomorrow. If its not safe, we'll have to move a bit ahead anyway."<br><br>Amidst the ruins also stood a tall mage's tower, seventy feet from the ground it rose, thick stone with its surface ash-grey, sooted with the remnants of an old disaster. There was also an old temple of some sort in the distance, and something about it showed. At its tower, a small light shone on the surroundings, stronger than any torch.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>23-08-2011, 08:01:02</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Brand, the Dragon Knight</span></strong><br><br>Brand hummed to himself as he walked, an airy little tune which markedly contrasted with their surroundings.&nbsp; The scenery was oppressive, and he felt the need to fight back against the somber world around them.&nbsp; Listening to the old man's tale, Brand smiled a little and nodded along with the story.&nbsp; He liked the idea of a dragon saving people, sacrificing itself to hold back a beast.&nbsp; It made him feel like there was some hope for him after all, though the dragon was probably not like his own ancestor.&nbsp; But still, he could hope and dream, and in the world they lived in, every bit of it mattered.<br><br>Looking at the ruined town, Brand bit his tongue.&nbsp; He wanted to volunteer as well, since he knew a spell that would turn him invisible as well.&nbsp; But he also didn't want to reveal that he knew magic.&nbsp; Caught between curiosity and the desire to keep his secret, Brand dithered for a moment before piping up.<br>"If you'd like, I also would be able to investigate.&nbsp; I have a method to render me invisible."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>30-08-2011, 14:32:28</strong>
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				"If you could, please. We need some shelter for the night at least, we could keep on going but when the darkness falls, more of these things wake up, there are a lot of nocturnals. The day might not feel much lighter than the night sometimes but the creatures seem to know where it changes." Cidan looked up at the sky, breath rasping. "Even behind the clouds."<br><br>The faint light peeking past the dark clouds gave some comfort to the bleak lands. <br><br>The town itself was built with a wooden palisade's remains scattered and broken, rows of buildings built with small alleys between them, some of them blocked, some of them free through, streets intact and crossing at several locations. This place was built with a lot of order to its making. Two stories tall buildings had weathered some of the years, but yet others had partially collapsed, and a few places seemed to have collapsed to practically a pile of broken planks.<br><br>The streets were mostly empty, but amidst the ruins at a large market-place of some sort lay a group of large animals, hard to tell what kind from a distance though, seeming possibly twisted by the enthropic presence.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 22:01:21</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Brand, the Dragon Knight</span></strong><br><br>Brand nodded, "I'll return shortly."<br><br>Heading off towards the ruined town, Brand stepped out of sight for a moment, making sure no one from the wagon could see him.&nbsp; Concentrating, he began an incantation, his hands making the necessary gestures to render him invisible.&nbsp; At the last syllable, Brand could feel the magic envelope him and he know felt safe to explore the ruins in secret.&nbsp; Grunting, leathery wings sprouted from his back and he began to take off at a run.&nbsp; After walking for so long, Brand missed flying, and the freedom to do so now was like a small reward.&nbsp; Gaining more and more height, he flew towards the ruins, circling high above in case anything residing in there could track by scent.<br><br>As he spotted some creatures in what could have been an old market place, Brand swooped down for a closer look.&nbsp; They were large and the possibility of being twisted by entropy was there.&nbsp; However, any further details would require him to get closer, and risk detection.&nbsp; He presumably had the advantage of flight, and unless they could actually see him, targeting him would be difficult.&nbsp; And if needs be, he could always cast a spell to speed him up.<br><br>Deciding that the risk would be worth it if it could help the group, Brand flew closer to the animals, intent on getting a closer look.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception roll: 1d20a20 Result: 29 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=31051)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 23:33:01</strong>
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				The creatures seemed to be a mixture of horses and cows, twisted with the magic in the ruins, their bodies bloated, and muscular, one of the cows with two heads, one of the horses seeming to have developed a third pair of legs under its body, but in their twisted state, they still did not seem hostile. Eating what strange red flowers and grass grew in the blasted soil at the marketplace, the animals remained mostly calm, other than one rather impressive looking bull, its massive horns sharpened and lengthened, its muscular legs no doubt could ram it with a force of a battering ram. It could probably break any wooden walls with just slamming its skull against a wall a few times, and probably cause harm to stone too. <br><br>The animals didn't seem aware of him however, and they were the only sign of life present at the ruins.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 08:01:49</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Brand, the Dragon Knight</span></strong><br><br>Getting a sufficient scan of the place, Brand swooped back towards the group, hiding behind something while he sucked in his wings back into his body.&nbsp; Assured that he looked more normal, he dispelled the invisibility of him and walked back towards the wagon.<br><br>"Well, we may or may not be in luck," Brand told everyone.&nbsp; "As is, the only real threat I saw was a large bull, with larger and sharper than usual horns.&nbsp; If I had to guess, it could probably smash up the wagon in a charge or two, and it might even break up tougher stuff.&nbsp; I wouldn't want to take a hit from it, I'll tell you that much.&nbsp; Aside from the bull though, there's some twisted up animals but they seem pretty peaceful."<br><br>Brand shrugged, "Truth be told, I might be able to take out the bull on my own.&nbsp; But I wouldn't want to risk what might be a straightforward fight and then have some nasty surprise sprung on me.&nbsp; I think we've all had that happen to us a couple times while traveling on our own.&nbsp; Hell, this world is littered with the dead who didn't luck out.&nbsp; And the bull might be passive too.&nbsp; So what's it going to be?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 15:34:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.goodanime.net/images/the-sacred-blacksmith.jpg)<br></div>Hanali Dawfire<br><br>Hanali pondered for a moment, then offered, "Well, we need to rest somewhere.&nbsp; If the animals aren't aggressive, no need to fight them.&nbsp; But if they come for us, then they're a threat we'll have to deal with, so let's be prepared."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 21:39:40</strong>
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				<strong>"I think perhaps, if we set up our camp just a short ways from the creatures we can set up a guard shift through the night and keep watch, if this bull seems the only threat we should watch it particularly close. Wouldn't wish to be speared in the night."</strong> Tor said, breaking her silence. She'd walked along the caravan quietly, keeping an eey on Cidan and her comrades, making sure there were no other wounds that would be needed tended to as they made their way forward.<br><br>A lock of black hair fell over her face and she reached up, pushing it back, the hood of her cloak falling back as well with the motion. Her dark gaze surveyed the town as she awaited the others reply to her suggestion. It would be wise to keep the animals within ear shot while not alerting them. They could all use some rest from their last battle. And she would be willing to take up the first watch. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Callie Del Noire</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 21:47:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/drow-1.jpg)</div><hr><strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Requiem</span></span></strong>, <em>Reborn Elven Wizard, World Maker</em><br><strong>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8738)<br></strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Combat Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP:97 (Current: 97)&nbsp; AC: 27, <span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 18, <span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>:23&nbsp; &nbsp;Perception: +18 Init: +4<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Saves: F:+10 R:+13 W:+14</span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Thundering Longbow +1 +12/+7 1d8+1 20/x3 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Ghost Touch Longsword +1 +8/+3 1d8+1 19-20/x2 </span><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Staff of Evocation Charges: 10 <em>Magic Missile:1, Shatter:1, Fireball: 1, Ice Storm:2, Wall of Force: 2 Chain Lightning: 3</em> </span></div></div><hr><br><br>"I'll take the last watch if I may. I prefer to see the sun rise." Requiem said as she put her pack down looked around. However dour the surrounds were, she was happy to be out of the endless stone halls of the place she had escaped from. Odds were that entropy would have set in soon in that small world given her exertions to get out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>07-09-2011, 20:23:33</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Brand, the Dragon Knight</span></strong><br><br>"Fair enough, sounds like a good idea to me, Tor," Brand said.&nbsp; "I'll take mid watch myself.&nbsp; I only need a couple hours of sleep, so getting the appropriate amount of rest won't be an issue.&nbsp; And I can wake you, Requiem, as soon as the first glimmer of sunlight appears."<br><br>He looked to the ruins, "Alright, let's head in.&nbsp; I think I spotted a good area to make camp while I was scouting.&nbsp; Should put us away from the animals but still within the protections of the ruins."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>07-09-2011, 21:43:14</strong>
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				The group got their chance to rest, and the wagons parked up with some shelter the old merchant distributed some hot stew he had been cooking in the wagons. For the little there was to eat tended to be usually plain, but the man had cooked his meal with some effort clearly. "Dont got ingredients for many 'fresh' meals, gonna eat dry meat soon, but figure after a fight you need thicker meal." The man spoke seriously, watching everyone. Somewhere in the distance there was a screech of some big bird, but nothing showed in the cloudy sky. <br><br>Tor's first watch passed uneventful after the evening meal, the ruins giving some creaking noise in the wind and whining when wind blowed through the broken pieces but in the end nobody came to bother them, not even the bull already mentioned before. The shift switched, and finally the morning light came. Faint as it was through the clouds, Requiem could feel a little warmth and see the distant shine beyond the clouds. <br><br>Hanali alike came to wake as the light shone its brightest, but as it did she could feel something else. Amidst the heat of it in a dream-like state she could see in her dream a knight dressed in steel fight a mage one on one at a burnt hill, the sword that looked as if it was made of single long tooth of a dragon slicing through a black staff made of obsidian stone shattering and causing a blast tore out, spreading darkness all around, and in that vision, she could see a dark veil in the sky tearing where the blast came, and something pouring through. The vision of heat came back, of two men turning into flame, losing form and life alike, becoming a single burning heat, a star of a hope, a sun to the sky to hold the rift torn from pouring more upon the land. Only at the edges of the rift could something rain down at the very edges of the land, and what had fallen before right below the place where the star rose could be seen spreading slowly, but held in check by the blazing heat of the star. Yet amidst it all, a broken staff lay on the battlefield, as did the sword of bone. <br><br>The strangest of all, others could share that last bit of dream, sharing it from Hanali's view, but Hanali herself was the only one who could see <em>herself</em> standing there when the black clouds gathered. In the sky, the bone sword was spinning fast until it struck to the ground at the heart of the crater. The burnt pieces of the staff thrown far and wide. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [PFRPG] World Destruction</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 18:16:14</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Brand, the Dragon Knight</span></strong><br><br>Already awake, after only needing two hours of rest thanks to one of the rings he wore, Brand was slightly disturbed by the dream he had witnessed.&nbsp; Of things he was prone to dreaming about, that wasn't one of them.&nbsp; Ominous tidings given their journey to see the sage, even if it was a vision of the past.&nbsp; It wouldn't be enough to stop him though, or cast doubt into his tread.&nbsp; Composing himself, Brand set about packing away his own gear, getting ready to resume their trek.&nbsp; Not needing any meals either, he was ready to start scouting ahead of them, invisible and flying.&nbsp; But first he would wait for the rest to stir.
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