(IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #2 [NC-EX, Horror]
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				Title: <strong>(IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #2 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 00:16:25</strong>
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				<strong>Note:</strong> This thread will be used to house multiple story lines that branch off and back into the main story thread for The Secret of Avonleigh. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.0) Please visit that thread first if you are interested in following along with the stories in this thread, or you will be hopelessly lost. This thread is a private room of sorts, where players can play out scenes that break away from the main story.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #2 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 00:20:08</strong>
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				Alfreic is entering into combat versus a pair of Falkovnian soldiers, and a captive woman. To make it easy to follow, this is where he split from the main story (post link (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2388470#msg2388470)):<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Alfreic the Soldier</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">In the present, he was in a daze, his arms extended upwards just as that particular day that the Falcovnians had destroyed his life.&nbsp; His gaze wavered as he exited his stupor, and watched as his hand was anointed in the moisture of Ms. Windower.&nbsp; Alfreic wiped his fingers across his cheeks and stood.&nbsp; He crushed his pipe with his boot.&nbsp; The soldier then unclasped his shirt, and off it went.<br><br>&nbsp;"...&nbsp; Hold enow, thou ghastly cravens," he said in a beastly growl, looking now like a savage. &nbsp;"For the reaper comes to take the note that your whores of mothers signed the day of your births!"&nbsp; And with that, Alfreic ignored the pain in his hip and began running through the forest, darting between trees, his countenance looking cruel, unhinged and utterly evil.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Alfreic Slate comes, and wherever he goes, fate cannot abide you Falcovnians!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #2 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 00:41:28</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong> Go ahead and make an initiative check. All movement through forested area (anything beyond the green) is considered hampered movement, with a x2 movement cost. All grid squares = 5 feet. The first map is an overview of the whole scene, and the second is a closeup of the campfire area.<br><br>Perception DC (Surprise): 15<br><br>Soldier #1 rolls 16 for Perception &amp; 20 for Initiative<br>Soldier #2 rolls 22 for Perception &amp; 4 for Initiative<br>Woman rolls 11 for Perception (Surprised) &amp; 5 for Initiative<br>Alfreic rolls 13 for Initative; automatically not surprised<br><br><hr><br>Alfreic comes running through the forest, and finds a clearing before him. Still shielded from the eyes of those beyond, he can make out a pair of men and one woman gathered around a campfire. The woman wears the tattered clothing of peasantry, and her garb looks ripped and dirty; her black hair is disheveled and matted in places. The pair of men watch her for a moment as she tends to the fire.<br><br>"Come here, whore," one of them (S2) grunts in Falkovnian, patting his lap. The woman seems hesitant, but she finally obeys, moving towards him.<br><br>It's uncertain what gives away Alfreic's position, but clearly the soldiers seem alerted. "I heard something, Gunthrik. Go see if maybe a deer hasn't stumbled in for dinner, eh?" chuckled the soldier (S2) who now fondled the girl in his lap.<br><br>"Right. But I want my turn when I get back. You haven't been sharing, Brell," he (S1) laughed, heading towards Alfreic's position. He carries a Falkovnian longbow with him, but he obviously doesn't take the noise very seriously. He unzips his pants as he walks. "I needed to relieve myself anyway."<br><br><hr><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Surprise Round</strong></span><br><br>(http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/2896/avonleigh7alfreicwoodsr.png)<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #2 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 00:47:10</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong> Just need a quick initiative check, so I know where your action falls in, and who gets to respond to it. You can also declare your action for the turn, and if you're attacking, make any rolls you'd like to make as well.<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Combat - Surprise Round</span></strong><br><br><strong>Surprise Round</strong> (Woman is surprised)<br>Soldier #1 (20): Walks towards Alfreic's position to relieve himself<br>Alfreic (13): Charges Soldier #1 (the closest)<br>Woman (5): Surprised; Sitting on S2's lap.<br>Soldier #2 (4): Throws the woman to the ground, and reaches for his sword<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #2 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 01:25:05</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>In Combat</em><br></strong><hr><strong>OOC:</strong>&nbsp; Mr. Slate rolled a 13 initiative.&nbsp; <br><br>He is going to charge towards S2, as he is nearest, gaining a +2 to attack and a -2 to AC (+7 to ATK, 11 to AC).&nbsp; <br><br>I am declaring my action:&nbsp; I rolled a natural 10, for a total of 17 for my initial attack against S2.<br><br>If success, I rolled 7 damage with a 1d8+3 longsword.&nbsp; All terribly average, I'm afraid.<br><hr><br>Mr. Slate appeared positively like a devil now, screaming obscenities as he barreled towards the two soldiers.&nbsp; He had been running for a healthy length of time now at break neck speed, but hadn't tired yet.&nbsp; By this time, he had his masterwork longsword in both hands, his massive melon-sized shoulders beaming with musculature and his rippled abdomen shining now as he twisted his torso with each stride.&nbsp; He was fleet-footed, this Alfreic Slate, a machine conjured by fate to do war and be good at it.<br><br>&nbsp;"Betide ye, vagrants!&nbsp; Away ye, varmint!&nbsp; Know terror and perish!" he bellowed like a seething dragon, and then let out a terrific roar that was something less than human.<br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #2 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 01:08:26</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Combat - Surprise Round Results</span></strong><br><br><strong>Surprise Round</strong> (Woman is surprised)<br>Soldier #1 (20): Walks towards Alfreic's position to relieve himself<br>Alfreic (13): Charges Soldier #1 (the closest). 7 dmg to S1<br>Woman (5): Surprised; Sitting on S2's lap.<br>Soldier #2 (4): Throws the woman to the ground, and reaches for his sword<br><br>Alfreic came from the trees like devil. Gunthrik was in the process of unbuttoning the front of his breeches when the huge man broke from the edge of the woods. He had just brought his hands up, to reach for his bow, when Alfriec's sword came down on his shoulder. The mighty blow cleaved through bone and muscle. The solider, his body bisected in a most unnatural way, dropped against the ground, spurting blood all over the damp earth.<br><br>"What in the fucking hells!" yelled [Falkovnian] the other soldier, Brell. He pushed the woman from his lap and onto the floor.<br><br>"Please, sir, I'll do better," she whimpered [Common]. The woman brought her hands up in a protective manner, as if to ward off an expected beating.<br><br>"Shut up you whore," he spat, reaching for his sword and turning to face the new attacker. "That was a low blow, getting a man like that, when he's just off for a piss." He stepped forward, towards Alfreic; the fire was at his backside. "Poor Gunthrik didn't deserve what you just did to 'im, and I'm going to make you pay for it, you dumb, Dementlieu fuck!"<br><br><hr><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Combat - Round One</span></strong><br><br><strong>Round One</strong><br>Soldier #1 (20): On the ground, dying. (-1 hp)<br>Alfreic (13): Attacks S2; 12 dmg to S2<br>Woman (5): Begins to scream as she crawls backwards on the damp ground<br>Soldier #2 (4): Swings wildly at Alfreic; 4 dmg to Alfreic<br><br><hr><br>(http://img203.imageshack.us/img203/2896/avonleigh7alfreicwoodsr.png)<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #2 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 05:20:59</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</td><td><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>In Combat</em><br></strong><hr><strong>OOC:</strong>&nbsp; As a <em>Free Action</em>, Slate will take a 5 ft. step south.&nbsp; <br>He will then take a full-action to attack, with a roll of 1d20+5 (21).<br>If successful, damage would be 1d8+4 (12).<br><hr><br>It brought Mr. Slate an absurd amount of gratification to drive the length of his sword into the shoulder of the soldier, cutting his flesh like butter with a hot knife.&nbsp; The sight of vitality and bone intensified his lust for blood, and it made him quiver with excitement.&nbsp; Slate breathed sordidly, huge heaving breaths that mimicked that of a jackals, and he laughed and growled and spat and cursed as if he had just received the greatest blowjob in his entire life.&nbsp; He seethed with delight when the first man went down, but his repulsive joy was cut short by the brave voice of the other soldier nearby.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=51362.msg2399259#msg2399259">Quote from: Faeylin on 31-10-2009, 01:08:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Shut up you whore," he spat, reaching for his sword and turning to face the new attacker. "That was a low blow, getting a man like that, when he's just off for a piss." He stepped forward, towards Alfreic; the fire was at his backside. "Poor Gunthrik didn't deserve what you just did to 'im, and I'm going to make you pay for it, you dumb, Dementlieu fuck!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>"Do not speak to me about who deserved what, you insolent knave!"&nbsp; he bellowed.&nbsp; "You, who serve your dark lord and mire anything that is good with your filth and your horror!&nbsp; But you know nothing about horror.&nbsp; I do.&nbsp; I will rip your fucking guts and eat them.&nbsp; I will tear out your fucking lungs and hang you by them!&nbsp; I will decorate my boudoir with your brains!&nbsp; And I will do so to every man of the bird that I see, because Alfreic Slate does not abide snakes in his garden.&nbsp; Now die, cur!"<br><br>With that, Alfreic took a short walking start to the horrendous swing of the sword that would follow, his teeth gritting and his grip prepared to take on the insult of the impact.<br><br></td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #2 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 01:09:15</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Combat - Round One Results</span></strong><br><br><strong>Round One</strong><br>Soldier #1 (20): On the ground, dying. (-1 hp)<br>Alfreic (13): Attacks S2; 12 dmg to S2<br>Woman (5): Begins to scream as she crawls backwards on the damp ground<br>Soldier #2 (4): Swings wildly at Alfreic, before falling prone; 4 dmg to Alfreic<br><br><hr><br>Alfreic came forward, striking the hefty man before he could react. The soldier was large and hulking, but hardly agile. He brought his sword up to deflect Alfreic's blow much too early, and all of Alfriec's strength brought the sharp blade down into the biceps of the man's left arm. The strike severed his appendage right off!<br><br>"My fucking arm," he screamed, driving the woman by the campfire into a craze. "You fucking cut my arm off, you bastard," he screamed, rushing forward and flinging his remaining arm at Alfreic. The blade connected slicing across Alfriec's hip and drawing blood of its own. <br><br>The man stumbled after his lunge, however, and he went crashing to the ground at Alfreic's feet. "Please," he begged, trying to turn over and prop himself up. "Please don't kill me. Please," he said again, exhausted, as he dropped his sword and cradled the stump Alfreic left behind. When he looked up again, Alfreic could see the brand of the two-headed hawk on the soldier's forehead...the mark of Vlad Drakov, Falkovnia's tyrant ruler.<br><br>From near the campfire, the distressed woman finally stopped screaming. "Thank you," she cried out. "You saved me from those awful, horrible men. They did...such awful things...thank you!" She began to sob gratefully, still kneeling on the ground.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Round Two</strong><br>Soldier #1 (20): On the ground, dying. (-2 hp)<br>Alfreic (13): ?<br>Woman (5): Sobbing on the ground near the camfire<br>Soldier #2 (4): Falls incapacitated, dying (-1 hp)<br><br><hr><br>(http://img59.imageshack.us/img59/2896/avonleigh7alfreicwoodsr.png)<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #2 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 03:59:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: edwardian;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br><em>In Combat; HP 18 (Current 14)</em><br></strong><hr><strong>OOC:</strong> Mr. Slate will finish off the guard.<br><br>1d20+9 (+5 ATK + 4 from soldier being prone = 15); damage = 1d8+4 = 6.<br><hr><br>When the Falcovnian asked him for mercy, Alfreic laughed, clutching the open wound at his hip all the while.&nbsp; He looked as if he was emerging from his frenzy in an exhausted state, and he peered down at the armored soldier with a great deal of disdain.<br><br>&nbsp;"You do not seem to understand," started Alfreic, almost out of breath.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I do not dole out mercy.&nbsp; I am an agent of retribution, and retribution must never let up.&nbsp; Do you understand this?"&nbsp; There was a glint in his eye.&nbsp; &nbsp;"You must understand it.&nbsp; Your occupation's nightmare is the retribution of the righteous.&nbsp; It haunts you, and chases you, and when it finds you, you cannot escape it.&nbsp; This is what it is.&nbsp; There is no escape.&nbsp; Be a man.&nbsp; Die like a man."<br><br>And again, he lifted his sword upwards, bringing it down upon the one-armed man.&nbsp; He did this over and over, as long as it took, bearing his sword down upon the last soldier with sordid joy.&nbsp; Even when the man's life was spent, Alfreic continued mauling the man-- or what was left of him-- until his brains and his skull were mere paste in the grass.<br><br>The woman had been ignored.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) R:BoD - Avonleigh, Private Thread #2 [NC-EX, Horror]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faeylin</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 23:37:43</strong>
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				(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">End of Combat</span></strong><br><br>Both soldiers are dead/dying, and only the woman remains. She couldn't stop Alfreic from doing much to her. Combat ends, moving back to main thread here. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2404071#msg2404071)<br><br>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)
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