[DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms
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				Title: <strong>[DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 13:42:36</strong>
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				The tide struck against the high cliffs, the clouded sky casting a shadow across the waters. It was barely past noon but a darkness remained over the land, after the storm that had raged for a week, forcing all ships to remain at port. The town of New Haven had been playing a host to festival just before the storm started, and had brought many people together within its walls for the duration of the storm. Now that it was ending, people were looking forward to going their ways.<br><br>The streets were still wet, with small puddles formed here and there amidst the cobblestones, the two-story buildings of stone and brick standing proudly along the main street, showing off the wealth of New Haven. There were some cheaper, wooden buildings towards the edge further from the ocean, but as a port town its wealth was concentrated around the town square and the wealth of the stores there. <br><br>The island had once had a name of its own, but ever since New Haven was built, the island had been refered to as New Haven as well, though most usually just called it 'the island' when at shore and speaking of wandering about. It was not a strange thing either, given that New Haven was built on the ruins of an old city, though most of those ruins had been cleared out centuries ago. The longer-lived races might recall what it was back then, but for humans, it had been a handful of generations already since then. <br><br>The salty breeze carried out from the shores, the large docks housing the four ships that had come to rest within for the duration of the storm.<br><br><em>The Valiant</em> - A Ship of the Crimson Kingdom, it was the magocracy's fine warship that had chosen New Haven for its port in the storm. The Crimson Kingdom was thought to be a rather harsh, brutal place to live for the average person, but anyone who wanted to advance within it had to learn magic and show talent with it. Word was that within Crimson Kingdom lay the best Academy for the magic-oriented people, but there were some that were unwilling to put up with the teachings, particularily those pertaining to the worship of the Ruby Goddess herself. The heavily reinforced warship was a show of power to the other nations, but also an escort to one of the other ships at the dock.<br><br><em>Swift Maiden</em> - Ship belonging to the Guild was a slender, swift ship, though forced to travel alongside Valiant it was moving slower than usual, but the reason was clear for the dockworkers and everyone else who had listened to the rumors about that ship. It's hold was full of magical materials brought from Crimson Kingdom to be sold elsewhere, enchanted metals intended to be taken somewhere to be forged into a shape fitting for their purpose, whether it was to serve as an armor, a weapon, or a tool, each sheet and rod of metal within was costly, already strengthened with basic magic rites. Guild didn't make bad deals, they had excellent artisans and crafts people, they were responsible for a lot of the trade going on within the major islands and archipelagos. The weakness that Guild had was its contempt for the less profitable journeys, and the almost cold stance it had for anyone at risk at sea.<br><br><em>The Moth</em> - A Scooner resting at the docks belonging to a woman that set sail for reasons of her own, and according to the rumors the woman herself was in town while the crew was returning to the ship while the storm had finally died out. <br><br>Lastly, there was <em>The Jackal</em> - Strange ship with golden figurehead of a man with the head of a jackal raised. The ship was made of dark wood, but much of its exterior was reinforced with gold and steel. It might have invited some curious people to try and rob from it, if not for the spikes adorning the sides of the hull. The vessel looked like it could cause severe harm to any other just by coming too close, and in the front of the ship a long metal ram shaped like an arrowhead pushed ahead at the waterline. Any ship in that weapon's path would be in for a quick journey to the bottom.<br><br>Up in the town, an old man leaned back in his chair at the <em>Lazy Dragon</em> inn, patting an old map before him and smirking, looking at the people before him with his good eye, a black patch covering the other. Dressed in fine clothing of a captain, the old man spoke seriously. "I agreed to pay for your meal today if you listened to me. So. The storm is finally giving up, and that means its a good time to set sail from here. Unfortunately, the people I hired to carry me earlier met with an unfortunate end during the storm, their ship never reaching port in time so I doubt I will be seeing them again. So, I am interested to hear what it would take to motivate you to investigate this for me." <br><br>Upon the map was an image of an island shaped like a crescent moon, with the long slender arms of the islands curving south with the thicker 'back' towards the north. "I tell you the location of this island, and you go there and investigate it for me. I got information from a reliable source that within this island rests a tribe of greenskins. Orcs, goblinoids and whatever slaves they have taken, and they are guarding something of value within their lair at the base of this mountain."<br><br>From the looks of it, the island was originally risen by an underwater earthquake, with a set of worn mountains at the heart of its curved back, with tall cliffs protecting the main body of the island from the tides, but the branching arms of the island offering sandy beaches to rise to shore on.<br><br>"The island is some eleven miles long, and at its thickest, its four miles wide at its 'spine'. It should be possible for you to search it for the greenskins and whatever of value they are keeping. I have a client who is very interested in both acquiring what their leader is holding to keep the Orcs and other greenskins together instead of fighting one another, and you would also be doing a service to the islands here. If those orcs get more organized still, they will soon be setting sail for raids, and I am not talking simple pirates-looting-and-runnings raids, but rape, pillage and then burn kind of raids." The old man smiled faintly, adjusting the long blue overcoat he wore, the symbol of crossed swords upon it beneath a golden shield with a 'G' upon it marked him a Guild representative. Guild hardly ever did anything without a strong financial reason. <br><br>"Of course, if you would rather be carrying the supplies stuck on this island to another now that the storm is fading, you are better off talking to the harbormaster. Either way, for just listening, your breakfast is on me." The old man smirked, but looked at the people, waiting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 14:53:48</strong>
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				<div align="center">Sheva (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105068.msg4582429#msg4582429)<br></div><br>Sheva couldn't help but eye up the other ships besides hers, thinking of what trades they were likely best suited for. What others are doing could almost be guessed by what ship they have, and that tells you more about the waters than anything. The woman shook her head and sighed while watching her skipper, Lisa, barter with some for the spices they had unloaded. <br><br>This run wasn't expected to be overly profitable, but the last few had been though. Recent success saw the more warrior inclined among her, who shared the idea of liberating pirates treasure, each with a heavy repeating crossbow. All of them could ride thank god, and with those things ... well it was a sight.&nbsp; But what a strange ship the Moth must seem to others looking in.&nbsp; Fast ship - rigged to be a fast transport for armed soldiers oh horseback ? But the wise among them would have recognized a crew for all-areas escorting. Rare such ships were, for not many could afford the high price such options gave them. But those who did need it paid enough to make it more than worthwhile, so far anyway.&nbsp; Larger ships could carry more granted. But wow could the Moth move, defenseless, yes, but one has to be caught first. <br><br>What little remained of the profits was spend on buying spices in the hope that the small town would pay well for them, something islands wouldn't see that often. Lisa believed they could perhaps double their money - and get four hundred gold for it, but Lisa always was positive. Never hurt though, and something often welcomed right or wrong.&nbsp; After re-replenishing the ships stocks of food and water - the ships coffers were empty. <br><br>Not a state Sheva had intended to linger in. Greatfully if any could bargain the price of those spices as high as possible and still ensure the trade happened ... it was Lisa. Without a true escort the ship using the remainder cargo bay for such was sporadic. Still, more revenue streams the safer&nbsp; - making Sheva more than a little interested in what this guild member had to offer.<br><br><strong>"I'm in" </strong><br><br>Sheva patted the table and looked at him squarely in the eye.<br><br><strong>"On the Moth now is a handful on horseback which make excellent scoots and lookouts, but alas are not experienced enough in combat. People who know battle a lot better than they will be needed and I am not the type that knows how to use this well. Even if I did I doubt it would be enough"</strong><br><br>The woman then placed her fingers on the hilt of her sword, and looked to those about her<br><br><strong>"My group can't do it alone. The more here who wish to join the expedition the more successful it likely will be. You all look like your competent, I would consider the services of myself, the Moth and those on her all summed to be equal in reward due to risk for those seeing battle more than once or twice before. If any here are like such and care to join me, we can together negotiate settlement." <br></strong><br>She said loudly for any about the table to hear easily. Before she looked to the guild representative<br><br><strong>"Either way I assume you know hiring the services of a ship, its crew and any specialists for a job worth doing is never cheap. All cultures speak of the Sea dangerously for a reason"<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 17:50:05</strong>
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				The man who sits on the same table enjoying guild member's generosity is listening carefully the tale what old man told them. He studied carefully the island and listened the details. When it came to terms how or why he and his senior sister in faith would agree join to such task. Both of them are servants of Bahamuth, not dragons but they both carry blood of dragon in them. Top of it all the man was also wandering knight from distant kingdom, seeking glory and experience before settle in for some more permanent duty if any in service of the kingdom which he had oathsworn to protect and come aid if called upon.<br><br>The man shifts little in his position to cross his arms, drawing detail to his faintly rustling exotic armor. Anyone can tell from the room the armor was actually scales, scales which grew out from man's skin! Method how he grows them is related to his unique abilities what draconic blood gives to him. The armor looked like made from small dragon scales and they were grey/silver in color. In his back stood out handle of his katana; white sharkskin wrapped with pommel shaped like grasping talon of dragon holding a bluish misty pearl. Handle of his katana made look like tail of a dragon and katana rests in scabbard. Over the scabbard hovers in strap his mithril shield where in surface has been emblazoned one symbols of Bahamuth; white dragon head in blue background and there was brilliant arrow shaped gem placed as eye in the shield. Man's cheek and forehead was guarded by few long sturdy scales but his face was visible and his hair was short and spiky with silver lines dancing in the hair in lively vibrancy.<br><br>He then fixed from map his eyes on the guild member and replied; "I can understand merit in preventing orcs and goblins banding together to raid near by islands and sea routes. But where is your proof of their true intentions besides assumption it will occur? if that would be sure truth to the case I would gladly lend my blade to the cause to prevent such disaster, but without just cause me nor my senior sister in faith will not join you. As it would be nothing less than cause slaughter and mayhem to steal item for rightful owner to a client.....also not to mention I and senior sister would like know more what item in question your client seeks. If it would be great artifact of destruction I would prefer seal it somewhere or destroy it than give it chance fall to wrong hands." The man known as Will Wyrmblade is direct and honest man, and has always been. He makes excellent knight but his draconic blood called for fight against evil dragons after witnessing one in action in field and it made him paladin in service of Bahamuth. As paladin his already existed virtues started hold a higher and divine meaning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 19:53:55</strong>
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				http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8555 (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8555)<br><br>(http://img857.imageshack.us/img857/338/spiceandwolf121280x720h.th.png) (http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/857/spiceandwolf121280x720h.png/)<br><br>Watching and listening to all of this from my seat at the table, calmly enjoying a nice cup of tea. Wondering what sort of leaf this brew of tea came from, or how fresh it is from the boat. Those factors always play a important role in getting the most delight for brewing. Still keeping a track of what the old man is saying, along with my two fellow thrill seekers at the table. Finding all of this very amusing, and the idea of an island coming out of the sea like that! That is worth the trip alone to see and explore. <br><br>What you see of the mysterious woman is just that, quite little. The hood of my cloak firmly over my head and staying there, and doing a fantastic job hiding a certain pair of wolfy ears. I've lived and traveled for a few centuries, and nothing gets peasants more upset then the idea of a wolf girl in their town. Which is why in part I am out in the seas traveling. Peasants and simple folk here and on islands are far more superstitious in other fields of folk lore that do not over lap with my unique traits. So I've learned to wait and be patient with these silly mortals, and only show my true self to individuals with a higher form of restraint. <br><br>That woman that is doing all of the talking is doing a fantastic job of selling herself and her crew. Which I suppose is perfectly reasonable, if she is the captain of her own boat. The only problem with these types is how degrading and drawn out such negotiations can take. There is a sense of pride in being succinct and to the point. Shifting some in my chair and readjusting my tail under the heavy wool cloak, which by the way, is the only thing I am wearing. Wearing human clothes gets in the way of some of my abilities, and they just end up shredded afterwards. <br><br>The other man at the table is far more interesting then the other two. Scales and a nice shiny shield are always a excellent way to draw attention to yourself. Which is not a purview I take in life, I'd rather stay in the shadows and not try to draw a mob of peasants where ever I go. His intentions to know about this artifact is also a very good questions, one I was going to ask in fact. Still, I might as well make my intentions clear for the others. <br><br>"Thank you very much for this lovely breakfast and this lovely chance to explore a unique island. While the orcs are always a hassle for us humans, I would imagine it to be as much so if they get enough sea power. Still, the artifact in question is a relic that needs to be recovered, but recovered in a safe and orderly manner. So feel free to count me in for this voyage, as I do hope this island is of as unique or an origin as you proclaim." <br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 20:13:22</strong>
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				The old man watched the two of woman that spoke and considered her words seriously, answering her in a very serious and business-like tone of voice. "We are not looking to hire cheap thugs for a job that needs to be done, we are looking for professionals. We heard that due to the festival and the storm, some rather capable individuals had been stranded on the island for now. That is why we sought you out, and I invited you all to partake on this breakfast to make this request for an investigation. I am willing to pay from my personal coffers and the client in question will undoubtedly increase the reward further for successful delivery of the artefact in question. We are looking at around 7,500 gold pieces reward for the safe recovery of the client's interest, and destroying as much of their strength as possible. Even in case the object of interest is lost, a reward of 4,000 gold pieces will be paid for successful destruction of their forces. That is the sum paid to each individual. Also, the objects recovered from the island are yours to keep, other than the particular object in question."<br><br>Hearing the knight speaking and looking at his scaled figure, the Guild Captain seemed to consider the question seriously for a while, then letting out a heavy sigh after a moment. He seemed to seriously contemplate something, but then lowered his voice. "Very well, but this will not leave this room, whether you accept the job or not." He narrowed his eyes, making sure nobody but the invited people were close enough to hear his words as he spoke, in a lower tone of voice.<br><br>"The item in question is a Crown of Command, an item from a bygone Era. It once belonged to the Imperial Remnant, from the age when the great Western Empire still held most of the shores there under control. The crown enhances an individual's skill to lead, though it does not make a pauper into a prince. In the hands of a charismatic individual however, it can turn the grudging respect of a few hundred into the fanatical obedience of a few thousand. The problem is that it is in the hands of warlord of some kind, the person leading the greenskins and preparing them for these raids." Sighing heavily, the old man crossed his arms. "Worse, the warlord knows to expect trouble. Four of the Guild's proud operatives set ashore on the island's beach three weeks ago, we received a report through magic from one of them. Fortress made of stone, at the base of the mountain, with shipyards on the south-eastern shores of the island. Everyone dead."<br><br>The old man's expression was a troubled one as he continued then. "The client who desires the item hopes to put it to use in a more benevolent manner, but I cannot speak of the client any more than this. Rest assured, Guild is not going to hand the crown over to someone who would destabilize the region and harm trade even further." His tone was serious as he looked at Will, and then turned his eyes to Sheva, finally looking at Horo and blinking at her words, then smiling.<br><br>"Alright, I am sure your help will be important on this, young miss." He chuckled a bit, seeming to be one to smile to women and stare at Will with a more serious expression. Then again, Will had been the one to demand more details. 
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				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 22:04:36</strong>
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				Sir Will Wyrmblade listens carefully, his eyes then shine silver for moment while studying the guild member in front of him. Divine gaze fades off and he replies; "I appreciate your honesty and trust, and so I will respect your wishes. I will agree come to this guest, if nothing else than confirm your tale about orcs and goblins plan to invade and if they do I will stop if it would cost my life." He takes off his katana from his back, placing it on with scabbard on table so handle was towards center he speaks; "I swear by my blade I will join this quest....but I have request to make. If we get the item, I want personally deliver it to your client. So I can meet him in person."<br><br>OOC: Detect evil vs merchant and sense motive rolled 23 with it.<br><br>At 2011-05-11 15:04:13, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+8 Result: 23 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=25948) 
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				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 12:04:12</strong>
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				The redhead had eaten quietly and listened carefully.&nbsp; When she sat down, she leaned her sheathed falchion on the table beside her along with her pack and pulled her hair over her shoulders so it wouldn't touch the ground.&nbsp; She wore little, just some white bands and draperies with golden chains.&nbsp; <br><br>(http://community.imaginefx.com/forums/storage/3/200749/Nariko%20Heavenly%20Sword%20sm.JPG)<br><br>It was only when the champion of bahamut seemed satisfied that she finally spoke.&nbsp; "I'll go along."&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 12:10:49</strong>
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				The Guild Member sat on his chair and looked at the Paladin seriously, the sight the Paladin had revealed the absence of a greater evil at least, this man might not be entirely devoted to good and decent but he was not a man seeking only evil either. The question he posed however had the Guild Captain wary, the old man's eyes watching the Paladin. Clearly it was not good for the business, by the look on his face, but he sighed heavily after a moment.<br><br>"I will inquire about it from the client, and should they be willing, you will have your wish. If they decline however, I'll leave it upto you whether to deliver the object of interest or to destroy it. I'll warn you in advance that any attempts to simply keep it will be met with pursuit." The old man said this with no attempt to hide the serious nature of this statement. <br><br>"I will be here for two week's time, if I hear nothing of you by then, I'll resort to other measures." By the look on his face, these measures would not be a pleasant option for him either. 
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				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 18:01:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd225/ancientaction/RacesShifterFemale.jpg)</div>Jayne Gold (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=295624) was enjoying the food while sitting back and listening to this proposition.&nbsp; The storm here was mild compared to out at sea where it was a virtual tempest of chop and gale.&nbsp; The winds were such that to attempt a flight out of here would be a death sentence, so, she and Will waited it out.<br><br>Their business here had not been pressing, merely one of many stops in a round to check on the interests of their order.&nbsp; As a mandate, they kept their itinerary open so as to respond to issues that arose.&nbsp; This would certainly qualify.&nbsp; The gold was of no consequence, though it would go far to aiding their order in these parts.&nbsp; What was of greater concern was the artifact and infestation of the green skinned.&nbsp; The weight of responsibility pressed upon her as her heart stirred within her breast.<br><br>"I am with you, brother, " Jayne spoke to the Guild member with a nod to Will.&nbsp; "This issue demands immediate attention.&nbsp; Whether or not our goals are the same, we would not see any more piracy in these parts.&nbsp; The populace and our mission here are ours to protect.&nbsp; Perhaps we will gain followers when we display the virtues of Bahamuth."<br><br>Leaning aside to Will and speaking behind cupped hand so the conversation was theirs alone, Jayne whispered, "Bahamuth's will be done, brother.&nbsp; We will do what needs be done."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 18:07:37</strong>
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				Will listens Jayne whisper to him, he only nods as reply to her words what she whispered. The oaths of paladin and merchantile world do not meet often for a reason. Paladins encourage piety, humbleness, honesty and charity. All virtues which could be hindering business wise. When guild member said his subtle threats Will replied; "I am glad you consider it and ask client about it. As my senior sister Jayne already said this cause will be ours and have our blessing." <em>And our sharp dedicated eyes of goodness to watch nothing wicked will be done in our and others expense.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 19:26:44</strong>
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				"Your drinks, good patrons." The elderly man carrying the tray set down several tall mugs of frosty ale before the party, the guild captain nodding his head and lifting his own mug to his lips, sipping loudly. "To good health and good luck then." He smiled, sipping on the ale turning towards his meal, seeming to consider this part of the conversation over for now.<br><br>The tavernkeeper turned to return to the direction of the kitchen after setting the mugs down, the more buxom, younger woman behind the counter serving the drunkards their ale there and keeping any from being too forward, the older man vanishing to the kitchen quickly.<br><br>The stairs up to the good rooms and the door to the common room with the beds were both seeing their share of traffic, late-sleepers getting up and walking out of the rooms, and others heading in after paying for the chance to do so, to sleep off a hangover. The group of people at the table had a wide circle of empty space around them though, nobody really looking like they wanted to get too close to the dangerous seeming people. <br><br>"The <em>Lazy Dragon</em> is a good place for these meetings, New Haven has all that it needs, other than a decent brothel." The Guild man shrugged faintly and then looked at the group, seeming to consider his words again. "If you have other questions I dont mind answering, but I'll go send a word to the client soon."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 19:34:27</strong>
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				Will Wyrmbreaker nods, he takes his ale and takes sip from it to taste it. His oaths do not forbid him to drink so long he does not succumb to alcohol which can lead to....shameless behavior. Hearing guild merchant words he replies; "Any idea when or how the warlord got the crown? Why now from all those centuries the crown was there? Also any details of the warlord like name and appearance? Or other rumors regarding the island and it's history."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 21:54:41</strong>
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				Keeping an eye on the surroundings in this Inn, as it is always a good idea to stay sharp in these sorts of places. One wrongly placed grope can lead to a lot of trouble for me, and that is something that nobody needs at this point. Listening in to the details and them argue over good intentions and other nonsense. The others can handle this for the time being, as I excuse myself and stand. <br><br>Giving the man with the scales a interesting smile, before talking a stroll over to the bar. Taking my mug with me, as I do want to talk with that waitress from before. Always good to get a different opinion on these sort of endeavors. Waiting to get her attention before asking her in a nice polite manner. <br><br>"Oh, can you wait a moment? How much do you know that old man there at the table, next to the shiny guy in armor? I would oh so enjoy a conversation with you..."<br><br>Palming a gold piece into her hand as well, for add incentive. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 22:13:45</strong>
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				The Guild Captain looked at Will seriously and thinking about what to answer the question, before speaking seriously. "We are not entirely sure, but apparently there is a dungeon on that island where the crown laid somewhere deep beneath. The orcs have forced their way to the bottom and their warlord has gotten his hands on the crown, from what I understood. There's very little to tell about the warlord himself, I expect him to be an orc, or a half-orc, of a decent intelligence, notable charisma, and an orcish bloodlust and skill enough to make others follow him. To put it short, I am expecting to find a seasoned Orc mercenary at the lead of the group of thugs there." The look on his old, wrinkled face showed a measure of fear as he spoke. "There are rumors about the island itself from the past, about a King in Exile that dwelled there a long time ago. There are ruins, and remnants of what used to be human and elven population. They were pushed away by orcs, but even before that, the king went mad it seems, and the rumors say he feasted on the blood of the living and tore chunks of their flesh as his macabre meals. The tales say that his home was burned to the ground but he escaped somewhere below, to the bottom of the dungeon, plotting to return. That was centuries ago though, no man lives that long. No human man that is." He shrugged briefly.<br><br>The waitress looked at the woman speaking to her and the coin she felt in her hand being brushed by a thumb to feel its surface briefly before she smiled and answered. "I have a moment. Hmm? He's a fairly new customer, comes and goes with the guild ships. He's willing to pay good money, hires mercenaries on occasions, but word is he spends most of his time at sea. He wears a captain's uniform but in the Guild, he's surpassed that rank. He's got enough money to move several ships and touch economies, and he's got contacts that can help sell or buy things that people come across. Though he does it for a rather stiff fee. I wouldn't sell anything of real value through him, I might get the best price but he'd take so stiff cut out of it that I'd be left with less than I would get for my second best offer elsewhere." The waitress smiled to the cloaked woman, looking at her waiting to hear if she had more to ask, stepping a bit aside from the drunkards as she spoke to keep it a bit more private conversation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 22:46:01</strong>
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				That is quite a bit for a waitress to know, which is by far more interesting then her explanation of his tradesmen ship. Giving her a sultry smile on my end, which shows her very sharp teeth and fangs. Standing there with one hand on my naked hip, and under the cloak. <br><br>"Oh that is some interesting information you have there. It would be, however, very good for you if you were to come to me if you so happen to... over hear anything. Okay?"<br><br>Changing my smile and look of a predator into a more innocent smile and look. Giving her a nice pat on the head before wandering off towards the door. Downing the mug of ale in one swing before slapping it down on a nearby table. Stepping out into the open air and taking a look towards the open water. <br><br>Wondering where this 'Moth' is that the other woman at the table talked about. If I am going to be stuck on a boat for a few weeks I might as well go and see about its sea worthiness. Walking down and to the docks now, to go about that task. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>12-05-2011, 23:28:07</strong>
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				Will glanced when the odd cute woman with concealing robes smiles at him and moves to counter have short chat with barmaid and then downs ale mug one go and goes out. He returns attention to table and murmurs; <sub>"I hope she's not going search trouble."</sub> He takes sip from his frosty ale. After thinking what the guild merchant had said he replies; "Fascinating, I thank you for the information you provided. Anycase tell us now where find the island so we can navigate there with lady's ship here." Nodding towards Sheva. He adds; "I presume it's less than week's distance away as you said you return two weeks later and if you do not see us you use other options. Meaning travel there and back takes less than two weeks. Instance our task takes longer than expected is there someway contact you or leave message of our progress?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 10:19:04</strong>
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				She just smiled faintly as her junior brother continued to do what came to her best, gathering information.&nbsp; It seemed he had taken some of her advice on the subject and had covered everything that she could think to ask except...<br><br>Breaking into the conversation, she posed another question on the tail end of Will's as the guild master had yet to respond.<br><br>"You mentioned that the crew and ship that had set out here to carry you had come to unfortunate ends.&nbsp; Since this has occurred, you plan to hire others, as it appears we are taking on said task, but you are not taking the journey with us?&nbsp; Were you planning to make this search for the crown yourself before with the now lost hirelings?&nbsp; If so, why are you now wanting others to take the task you yourself had purposed to set upon?"<br><br>Jayne's demeanor was one of quiet attentiveness and a warm smile, open and inviting conversation.&nbsp; Her golden eyes sparkled in the rays of the sun streaming through one of the windows and a toss of her hair caused more than one of the taverns patrons to look her way.&nbsp; (ooc: unlike the picture provided, Jayne is wearing a loose fitting tunic that reaches her mid thigh, golden hues of all shades, drawn at the waist with a belt of a woven animals hair that was also of a golden hue)<br><br>She too took a sip of the ale which was quite a step above from standard tavern swill, careful not to offend.<br><br>Gather Information:&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Jayne (uid: 4455) rolls: 1d20m14 Result: 23 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26012)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 13:24:52</strong>
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				<strong>New Haven, Docks</strong><br><br>As Horo made her way outside and towards the docks she would find the place was busy with people loading up goods aboard the Jackal, several boxes with strong scent in the air, strong spices from the looks of it. The Swift Maiden and The Valiant in turn were loading up food and fresh water from the looks of it, preparing for a longer journey perhaps. Lastly there was the Moth, with sailors aboard seeming to prepare it for departure, with a woman on deck shouting commands to the crew to get everything ready in a quick order. Unlike the other ships, it did not appear that they were loading up on food supplies. Of course that might have been already done in their case.<br><br><hr><hr><br>"The island is two days journey away if you set sail today you should be there the day after tomorrow, but if the sea is against you then it might take an additional day's worth of sailing. That said, its uncomfortably close to New Haven which is a port for many vessels passing through the seas, so you can see why its a problem for the Guild too if Piracy and raids from the Orcs and other greenskins gets common in this area." The Guild captain spoke varily. "The reason I am waiting two weeks is that I doubt you can pull this job off by just rushing in to kill all the enemies in a day and making your way to the heart of the enemy. There is probably just too much in simple numbers, and we are not talking of just poorly trained warriors given the basics of defending themselves, but seasoned veterans that lead them." The old man looked serious and worried at the thought.<br><br>"How the Greenskins got this much order among themselves and avoid getting their fingers around one another's throats is anybody's guess but I am not happy about it at all." He sighed, then looking at Jayne at her sudden question, pausing before answering it seriously. "I am not taking the journey with you, I travel aboard guild-certified vessels only, and the only vessel of the Guild at the docks here is going to the wrong direction for me. I don't have a strong enough reason to commandere it from its captain either." He brushed his chin faintly. "I was hoping to see about the island in question and observe it, but the ship I sent for, and the Magus aboard it, are probably both at the bottom of the sea by now, unless they made a hasty escape from the storm pushing into the shore of some smaller island on the way here. They might have survived in that case, but I doubt I'll be seeing them anytime soon." He frowned a bit, sighing. "The reason I am feeling a bit unhappy with the situation is that one of the operatives was my own grand-daughter, but the message was clear. Everyone is dead. The one that cast the 'Sending' to inform the Guild might have been taken captive instead, but I doubt my grand-daughter is alive anymore. That's another reason I cannot go. Bitter old men with petty vengeance don't go well with missions that affect more than personal tragedies." He sipped on his ale, his tone angry but at the same time sorrowful.<br><br>"First the ocean takes her parents and then it takes her. I may be wealthy but I have few to inherit it. That's why I am adding that reward of 4,000 for simply disrupting the orcs and the rest of the greenskin from turning out against everyone else. The client's money is in addition anyway." He waved a hand in the air briefly. "Anything else before you leave me to drink myself to stupor?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 14:24:21</strong>
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				<strong>"Normal Orcs are ferocious and lethal in battle. These ones are organized, powerful, lucky or clever enough enough to get an Enchanted Crown which can bend others to the wearers will ? And they figured out to use it ? Sounds like the most dangerous thing I have ever heard of !"</strong><br><br>Sheva knew his offer was already fair. But foremost Sheva was keen on making this better for her crew than just good. They choose to follow her. It was up to her to prove they were right to. But she had to play her cards right. Smart. This wasn't normal, not by any means, and it was her duty to her crew and those with her that she see such dangers worthwhile. <br><br><strong><br>"We want to be part of this. But this HAS to be done properly. My men are trained but are equipped as escorts not soldiers. These orcs you say are led by seasoned veterans ? For that my men need better armor than what they currently have. If you were to pay for each of them to have breastplates, and two healing potions, their confidence and morale would peek for this important mission, they would be true soldiers, and they would be prepared. A success for this is in our own best interest, it would prove to them the guild has faith in them. Such things create greatness in humble men as much as talent does. For them in total 1500 gold would do so. <br><br>As for them being worth such an investment, know this would finish them off perfectly for being so generally useful. <br>For not only then would they be armored properly but they can already climb well, all already have their own climbing gear, all have horses which are used to being aboard ships, and remember each is already an expert in the repeating crossbows they have. <br><br>A crew so versatile is exactly what you need. Such a gesture by you will not be forgotten, considering how quickly ships spread news, it would work to your favor and return benefits to your guild many fold indirectly.&nbsp; As for the two of extreme moral standing Sheva nodded her head towards the two knights to be on such a task is a sensible choice. But they are proud men and ask modestly, you know they would risk their life for what they see as fair. But they personally deserve 10,000 gp, and frankly I myself and others about this table also.<br><br>I know I am being pushy here but everything your saying tells me there is a good chance a few of us will not be coming back. With such a figure, if agreed to now, I can speak on behalf of all my crew, less however and the bartering between the crew and my skipper will delay matters, something which has been known to take days. <br><br>But your luck is with you now, our luck will stay with you if you appreciate it enough to pay.&nbsp; Instead of 7,500, its 10,000 gold for each at us at this table, paid under the terms you have mentioned, but 1500 for my crew for reasons mentioned up front. Four thousand if we give proof we have disrupted their natures enough to please your taste. Shake so and we leave within one hour, under full sail."<br></strong><br>With this she smiled and extended her hand his way. Her eyes bright, teeth clean.<br><br>Her crew needed this, Gods, they all did. For this was the stuff of history, such strange happenstances ? The very thing which changes destinies. No mistakes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 15:45:17</strong>
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				Will watched Sheva speak, and he frowned when she started speak about getting paid more than agreed?! Will replies after the speech; "Captain Sheva, I do agree that some portion of the payment could be paid up front. I would suggest that the four thousand was is paid for dealing with orcs, would be paid now five hundred to each everyone. I and Jayne would gladly give you our shares so you can arm your men captain Sheva. As we likely will be front lines with your soldiers so it would ease my conscience that your men would be prepared for serious battle.<br><br>But I disagree on notion about ten thousand gold. We get paid four thousand for orcs, another four thousand if we find the crown. For total eight thousand minus five hundred what we get advance from performing this task. Consider that top elite of that force are veteran mercenaries, so no doubt they have goods and magical weapons and armor which far surpass the two thousand increase and generously we were promised keep the loot from said veterans. Also not to mention the reputation of deed what you would perform for good will to all would bolster business in your vessel captain Sheva." Will as paladin was content with the amount and he disagreed for further gold, hell, he would do it free if it would not know the gold he could give temple of Bahamuth and perhaps improve his gear so he can perform his duties better. But he prefers keep more friendly terms with client and guild than just rob them blind.<br><br>Will turns attention to the guild merchant and he says to him; "I am sorry hear about for your granddaughter and about for your offspring. As matter of chance, can you describe how we can recognize her if we find her remains? I could bring at least her body back for proper burial or item from her person to remember her by."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 16:38:45</strong>
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				Sheva couldn't beleive it. She looked crossly at the knight. She had set up one of the best bargaining pauses, and the damn morales of a knight said what ?"<br><strong><br>"My condolences also ... "<br></strong><br>Sheva opened her mouth and was about to imply how humble his knights nature was and that its right and good luck to over pay them by their own standards but then the reasoning of the knight took hold. Well more practically she needed these knights more than they needed her. She remembered the best trade is not of coin but is relevant when coin is. When trust is won by shared values. Those with her were excellent archers, very nimble but none were really tough or strong enough to do that well in toe to toe trouble. <br><br>These knights were. <br><br>They looked like they could take on an army themselves.<br><br>Still it was against her merchant nature to agree to him<br><br><strong>"Which is the point. Such loss. All know that people would likely die here, perish like your grand-daughter. Those who do have dreams, perhaps families. Fair price ? What is a fair price to risk such things ? My Life ? Others ? That is subjective, one I think that is frankly, if monetary value should be relevant, a high one. For my crew under my care it certainly is."</strong><br><br>There that was neutral on what Sheva could fathom on his values, not too strong to say he was wrong, just not right from all perspectives of what could be relevant here. Still she wouldn't press her point further. She said her piece, it was up to the others to decide the outcome of the agreement. <br><br>One hopefully the guild Representative would see more leaning to Sheva's view.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 16:47:05</strong>
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				Will looked on Sheva when she replied her piece. He had expected a outright argument or shouting but was surprised she made a calm claim why she asked more. Hearing her reply Will replied calmly; "To me lives of anyone in this mission has no price settled in gold, as each life is priceless. No gold in world can pay for life lost. But if your unwilling to take quest with no less than sure six thousand and four thousand upon artifact, then so be it. In southern cruel lands a cost of a slave varies between hundred to thousand. More if their royalty or something exotic. Once bought their owners could do a lot worse things than just kill them or take their lives. But I am not interested to ask more than what is already offered so if merchant is willing pay for use of your ship and crew a additional sum of gold besides gold for your invindual partake in the mission, I do not object his decision. As after all you do not answer for yourself alone but also answer for ship and crew who comes along with you that dangerous island, so I am sure the extra share what you ask is for your men who deserve chance to spend that gold before departure. As they may be drawing last breaths in following days ahead."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 16:53:27</strong>
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				By the process of elimination, that small boat there must be The Moth. Smiling more to myself while watching the crew getting ready to cast off, and especially watching the woman there ordering everyone around. Watching the men continue their task of getting the boat ready, and making myself more then exposed for their scrutiny. A cloaked woman on the dock watching your actions is quite the sight after all. <br><br>Keeping up this form of entertainment for a while, before letting these sailors go about their business. I might as well go and see about procuring my own supplies for this journey. Walking off and away from the docks, and towards the town, in order to find the supply store. I have my own needs and desires on trips like these, and that means getting a healthy supply of jerky for my own enjoyment. Still quite enjoying this day and the the thought of seeing new lands and causing trouble for others. My tail happily twitching under my heavy cloak as I go about walking towards the town and getting those critical supplies. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 17:02:05</strong>
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				The knight was reasonable. Intelligent. Fair though, as one would expect. And he could express his views very charismatically. All of which making bartering a little complicated. <br><br>Note to self, don't try and haggle with knights around. Lesson learned. Just as well most preferred maps for deciding tactics. <br><br><strong>"Your reasoning is sound good knight, as I hope you see mine as, just from different views. Yours I do not disagree as relevant, as I hope others do not with mine. Our opinions have weight due to reasoning and so also does his offer, that I agree. Time is of the essence for what my crew would part for if we are to make haste soon."<br></strong><br>She then adopted what she felt was a respectful pose.<br><br><strong>"Guild Ambassador, if you wish to be left to your drink, mutual agreement on conditions is necessary now. A final decision on monetary terms <br>taking into consideration any truth you felt behind what we spoke could do so quickly"</strong><br><br>She couldn't help but smile.&nbsp; Even if it was awkward it had been a while she was in the presence of intelligent company other than her skipper. New people were a novelty when one is aboard a ship a while, have them with this journey would make it a lot more exciting than anything her crew has done before. Such people made the air smell of adventure. It was exhilarating. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 17:18:53</strong>
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				Will only nods to captain Sheva's opinions and turns to guild merchant. To see final decision from him regarding front payment and exact sum what he gives to everyone. Will he give everyone two thousand more? or just for Sheva for sake it's her ship and crew or stick with four thousand. Also regarding his granddaughter's looks and appearances in case if her remains found.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 17:29:23</strong>
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				The news broke her heart about his grand daughter and she quickly reached out to cover the guild captains hand for a moment raising her other to about shoulder height while looking to the sun.&nbsp; Speaking in a quiet yet audible tone, she offered a prayer, a blessing for this the grieving.&nbsp; She had pushed the issue, she knew, it was only fair that she made amends.<br><br>"Tiichi nomeno mablik vur qanesc acht jacion persvek jacida klewkin di loerchik."&nbsp; Taking her hand back and smiling to the captain, she said softly, "Of course, you should be left to your own means of grieving.&nbsp; All this talk of moneys really weighs heavily upon me in your time of mourning.&nbsp; Retribution and justice are both ample virtues with which Will and I hold most dear.&nbsp; Without, where is the order?"<br><br>Looking to Sheva for the first time in earnest, Jayne nodded in silent agreement to the polite discussion that was taking place.&nbsp; At a pause, she lifted a hand and looked back to the guild captain and purposed, "We are all being compensated for a job that sounds like it could very well test our mettle to the limits of our endurance.&nbsp; Perhaps the crew of Sheva's vessel, though less powerful than us, should also get a share to split amongst themselves, say, as if they were another adventurer.&nbsp; A sum of 7500 for them to split and compensate them for their part in this adventure.&nbsp; That seems fair to me.&nbsp; If this is not agreeable," turning her eyes back to the captain, "then Will and I will gladly offer some of our up front money to the crew of The Moth so they may also see reward for their part."<br><br>With this, Jayne stood, beckoning for Will to perhaps join her and leave the captain to his misery.<br><br>"We will make our way to your vessel, good captain, and our paths will be joined.&nbsp; Once our meager possessions are stowed and supplies secured, we shall find you."<br><br>She chuckled.&nbsp; Without looking to see if Will was joining her, that head strong knight of good cause and order.&nbsp; He was a good kid, mercy, a good recruit more like.&nbsp; She counted herself blessed to have been given such an adept pupil with which to train.&nbsp; She walked away from the table with mug half full in hand to the bar.&nbsp; There she just thought to herself about what lay ahead and offered up a prayer.&nbsp; One last pull on the fine ale and out the door she went looking for some of her own supplies.<br><br>With that she went to buy rations for the journey and to stow her gear aboard the ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 19:18:58</strong>
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				Sheva nodded to those addressing her <br><br><strong>"As captain I do have to stay for a final decision but any of you wishing to board please do at your leasuire for we may have to leave quickly. You will be expected, and all those here you trust are welcome to use whatever space available. For those with horses we do have some room. But if you have mounts that would scare horses, resting on other parts of the ship for the moment should be considered. We do have a talented horsehandler, but too much change too soon spooks them"<br></strong><br>Some left, some stayed. Sheva however had to wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 20:03:29</strong>
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				Watching the ongoing scene with a bit surprised look across his face the old man observed how Will and Sheva went on about the matter. Taking a long drink and listening to their ongoing talk, he remained quiet until the two of them seemed more or less settled, speaking up only after they were both done talking. At least for now.<br><br>"I have resources at my disposal but I cannot pay huge amounts without taking money out of business ventures, and that takes time. My client also gave me a certain sum to pay for the return of the artefact, which amounts to 3,500 gold per head for its recovery. I am paying 4,000 gold pieces for the destruction of the orcs ability to bring sorrow to others, and breaking their organization so they cannot pursue the same idea." He spoke seriously, then sighing. <br><br>"However, I can gather together another 1,500 gold pieces with some effort, per head. I cant and won't play special extras beyond that. IF in some unexpected encounter you happened to find my grand-daughter, I'd give you what I could, some 5,000 gold pieces extra, but that would mean I would ruin myself financially for a good while. For her, it would be worth it though, but given how long it has been, I doubt she is alive." <br><br>The old man seemed to look down at his drink sadly, then reaching to his side, lifting a coin-pouch to the table that he promptly reached into, pulling out several smaller coin pouches, setting them on the table. "Thousand gold each, I'm going to trust you to handle yourselves with a thousand gold paid before the deed is done, and this is my show of immense trust, seeing how you could set sail to the closest 'black port' and never return, but the honorable nature of sir knight here has me convinced that there would be a fight before that happened."<br><br>As he pushed the pouches towards the knight and towards the ship captain, as well as the redhead sitting nearby, he paused to look around. "Wasn't there five of you when we started talking?" Looking around for Horo, he sighed after a moment. "Well, I am assuming she's still interested, so I am going to entrust you with this till then. This second pouch is for the other knight, who you were discussing with a moment before." He pushed the last pouches towards Will. "Please deliver it to her, by your honor, if she agrees to the task. If not, we can talk about it on your return." The old Guild man seemed to shamelessly take advantage of the perceived honesty of the knight now. <br><br><hr><hr><br>The merchants in the town were already serving clients, selling their wares openly. Even after the storm, the town had a bit of surplus in most things, more than able to supply any common needs adventurers and townsfolk alike might need, at the decent prices. Only two prices were noticeable in the town. For some reason, there was a notice that someone was buying black opals for 300 silver pieces, each, a good 50% increase in value for them. There was also a second notice, that oil was running low and the merchants were looking to buy more to stock if someone was transporting any, up to 20% increase to base prices. At 2 coppers per 1 lb, it wasn't much of a profit to make though, perhaps the reason the situation had not improved. <br><br>There were no real exotic weapons available for sale, and armor was mostly limited to light armors and a few medium-armors, the heavy armors seeming to be too rare to be found ready for the market. <br><br>From food to camping supplies, clothing and tools, most gear was there to be found for a determined buyer however.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 20:09:36</strong>
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				Will takes the three pouches, one for Jayne and one for Horo. he nods to merchant and he says; "I am honored by trust you show to us. I see we do make our parts in this task and see what we can done." Will quickly finishes his ale and rises up, revealing he wears a dark leather war skirt to cover his modesty beneath the waist but leave him mobile and not hinder his scaled body much. He brings mug to counter like she did and departs on the streets with her. Leave Sheva for now with the guild merchant hammer the details. Once on streets Will catches Jayne, giving her the pouch of thousand gold and asked from Jayne; "Your thougths about this mission sister Jayne?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 20:27:23</strong>
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				Wandering the street and looking at the various stores and their prices. Finding the opal prices to be quite silly, as those gaudy decorations don't serve any useful practice. Beauty should be shown through a woman's natural talents, and not some bauble. Huffing out in agitation over silly humans while still keeping up a brisk pace, looking for a foods store to get my precious supply of jerky. <br><br>Curling my tail around my right leg, to keep it from waggling as I hope to find such a supplier. When I do come across a seller of jerky, I buy enough for a week worth for Horo the Wise Wolf! Stuffing it into my bag of holding for safe keeping, as I would imagine it comes with some rudimentary packaging. <br><br>With that chore done I wonder to myself if those silly negotiations are still going on. Knowing merchants and humans alike, this could take an hour or two. Sighing from how humans can be so talkative while wandering my way back to the port. Maybe something interesting has happened there in my absence. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>13-05-2011, 22:24:38</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106565.msg4638157#msg4638157">Quote from: Zaer Darkwail on 13-05-2011, 20:09:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Once on streets Will catches Jayne, giving her the pouch of thousand gold and asked from Jayne; "Your thougths about this mission sister Jayne?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"There may be quite a bit more to this tale than we know, brother Will.&nbsp; The artifact of which we speak obviously was being sought after when the tribes of goblinoids were found.&nbsp; Why is it being sought?&nbsp; Will we be able to meet this employer to weigh his or her worthiness?&nbsp; It certainly is not an item to be taken lightly and the green skinned that follow the 'lord' will be completely enthralled beyond all reasonable means with the magic that the crown posses.&nbsp; It will be a very brutal encounter.&nbsp; We will certainly be doing the region good to take it from them.&nbsp; However, will we be enabling another with a more powerful weapon..?"<br><br>Jayne will specifically look for potions or scrolls that would provide some means to heal or remove effects.&nbsp; Sher also buys iron rations and some other adventuring gear.<br><br>(ooc: list and gold spent to come based on availability)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 00:00:46</strong>
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				Horo's wandering brought her to a butcher's shop, and hearing the request for a bit of jerky, the worn old man in the heavy apron moved over to the back of the store, his figure covered partly in blood but looking to be good at his job based on the amount of meats prepared at the store already, soon returning with a package of jerky. "Two gold and one silver, or twenty one silver coins if you prefer to pay all in that. Oh and please dont make me count in coppers, I got a headache with those." The butcher eyed Horo warily, the long cloak she wore seeming to make him even more suspicious of her. <br><br>Back at the docks, the ships were being prepared, each looking like it was going to be ready to set sail soon.<br><br><hr><hr><br>The town's humble temple to the God of Journeys, Fharlang, seemed to be in business of selling potions of healing to travelers. The iron rations and miscellanous gear had been available at a fair price in the town, even after the storm, but as Will and Jayne approached the temple proper a priest stepped out to greet them. For all its tall walls, the place inside looked more like a gathering place for travelers than a proper temple. There was a temple altar there and imagery of the good, but also cheap cot beds set about for the people, and a pair of robed priests handing out soup to weary travelers. By scent of it, not the most delicious cuisine but enough to keep a person alive for certain.<br><br>"Welcome, and well met." The priest before the two knights smiled. He was fairly thin and looked like he had done his share of travelling, with a few scars to show. One across his face over his right arm, one along his left hand showing just the start from beneath a sleeve, and two more along his chest where the robe was partially open.<br><br>"I hope your journeys have been safe and joyful this far, if you have come to seek the blessings for the road... ahh, but I think I know your kind." He smiled, not seeming to think anything bad about the scales and exotic looks, smiling warmly instead at the two of them. "You have come for something a bit more earthly, if I am right?" He seemed to focus for a moment, and a short instant later the two, Will and Jayne, could see a flash of magic in his palm as he stared at the two of them, before nodding his head seriously.<br><br>"Both in the service of True and Good." He lowered his arm. "What can I help you with?"<br><br><hr><br>((OOC: For a Priest (or Paladin) of a Good deity, the clergy is willing to sell the cheaper potions at a small discount, 45 gp per a potion of cure light wounds for instance, anything costing over 300 gp is at full price though. Up to that price, they drop 5% from those serving good and part of clergy it appears. There's similar small discounts present for other classes in different places in the town, if looked for in particular. ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 04:56:50</strong>
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				Wondering where that captain lady is, and what is taking her so long. Oh yes, probably still arguing with the old man. Silly humans and their incessant need for haggling. Life is more enjoyable once you stop taking yourself and others seriously. Tail twitching under my cloak and making it twitch ever so slightly in the air, a certain sight that would make people interested if they were bothering to watch me intently. <br><br>Watching the boat and the crew, as it does seem as though they are getting ready to go, which is just fantastic. Chewing on a fresh slice of jerky while pondering on what sort of entertainment I can do before the others show. Giving myself a wicked smile, as there is something I could do. <br><br>Waiting for one of the crew to step down onto the docks and be out of the way, before I saunter over to him. Giving him quite the pout and sad eyes under the hood of the cloak, along with a very sad tone of voice, "Oh! Um... can you help me with something mister? Someone took my clothes just now, and I am quite embarrassed over it. See?"<br><br>Exposing my bare leg under my cloak for added measure, letting him linger at the sight before sticking it back under cover. Going right back to the pout and talk, "Why I do need someone nice and strong to help me find the culprit. I would just do anything if someone found my clothes...."<br><br>(22 bluff, with added bonus for actually BEING naked.) <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 08:52:53</strong>
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				Jayne smiles at the priest and requests eight cure light wounds and shield of faith +2 potions.<br><br>Noticing those in need about her and the meager fare being offered, Jayne asks the priest a favor.&nbsp; "I would like to give you one hundred gold pieces in offering to support your recovery effort here.&nbsp; I ask that you purchase meat, dairy cows and chickens for eggs.&nbsp; Feed those in need here and let me aid your works."<br><br>After this is said and done, she goes to the altar and prays to Bahamuth for guidance on the mission ahead.&nbsp; She lays prostate with arms spread for most of an hour waiting for any divine inspiration into their task, that she and Will had taken on<br><br>(ooc: since I am GMT -6 time zone, I went ahead and wrote this up.&nbsp; ZD, our discussion will continue in fluid time)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 10:05:13</strong>
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				After shaking over the exchange with the guild master. Sheva quickly saw her gold to those under her care to have breastplates, selling their chain-mail shirts for supplys.&nbsp; The others boarded after seeing quickly to some of their own affairs but it wasn't long until those who wanted to board did. When all had the Moth cast away, and soon her sails were rushing the swift ship away from the shore...<br><br>When ships are about to cast away too many people are about to keep up with their movements.<br><br>The moment the ship was out of the coast on onto the true see, it developed a steadier pace, for this was the waters it was shaped to best use. This was where it was fastest. Once a steady speed was acquired the captain and the skipper produced maps and started talking to each other about navigation particulars.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 13:23:51</strong>
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				The redhead strode along with the captain as she left, quietly tagging along as she ran her errands with the sheathed falchion held at ease over one shoulder.&nbsp; She seemed to be a light traveler, carrying little besides a few pouches at her hips--one with symbology of a medic.&nbsp; She didn't waste words on idle chit chat, but would speak freely if addressed.&nbsp; Occasionally a being of turbulent winds would hover down by her shoulders and play with her hair.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 17:10:13</strong>
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				<strong>Jayne &amp; Will - Temple of Fharlang</strong><br><br>The Priest was surprised by the generous offering and bowed his head respectively, quickly moving to the company of the other priests. With one already rushing off towards the village's food store, it seemed that the folks at the temple were likely to benefit from the donation shortly. All of that was quieted down for Jayne however, as her mind quieted to prayer. <br><br>For many people, Gods were distant and uncaring, though their acts could be sometimes seen in large parts of the world. They were not always able or willing to help people, as a stern teaching sometimes went on that people had to help one another and help themselves, but there were people to whom the Gods whispered. Whether a priest with true conviction or a knight in service of the divine, sometimes, a prayer was answered. <br><br>Jayne's quiet prayer was interrupted with a loud crack of thunder in the clear sky, rumbling over the island like a warning that it was not entirely calm yet. Her sight did not reach into her surroundings for a moment however, but as if watching something through a reflection in the water, there was movement. Tall towers, soldiers in armor, weapons being forged. Man seated on the throne with the crown on his head, elegant golden piece with simple but yet arcane touch to it, with dark rubies embedded. There was a flash of flame and there was ruin, burning towns, people impaled on pikes and screams as black sailed ships set ashore, and the king's throat was cut, the throne taken from him by a woman with blue hair and elven litheness. <br><br>The reflection shifted to an island, repeating a similar scene, only the woman leading what appeared to be tough sailors and surrounded by wealth, even people in chains. Shifting yet on to show the large chamber painted crimson by blood, the woman pale with a sword ran through her, and a tall muscular barbarian pulling the crown from her dying grasp, setting it on his head and letting out a battlecry.<br><br>This repeated itself, until a dozen owners had gained the crown, grown in power and wealth, and met an unfortunate end. <br><br>The last image however, showed a young boy and a girl, slaves in rags, digging through stones and the boy lifting a crown from amidst the stones. Before he could try it on, a large scimitar struck from just beyond sight range, and the vision clouded, a gloved hand reaching out to lift the crown. What could be felt to the paladin was something so sickeningly evil there were few things as bad as that. <br><br>The image was of a tall knight in silver armor, but with the image of the sun god tarnished in blood and severed heads impaled on the blackened shoulderplates of the once glorious suit, hooks and blades attached to the suit of full plate mail that the figure wore, setting the crown on its sturdy helmet. The girl screaming and trying to wake the boy on the ground, the scimitar once more coming down with a sickening sound of bones breaking. Being lifted, the vision fading. <br><br>Within the temple grounds, the simple soup had come now accompanied with fresh bread, the soup itself still being served but alongside the rest of the meal, one of the robed priests pouring people water, another seeming to serve each a bit of good, cooked meat and a cup of ale, careful to not let anyone take another's place. The third priest speaking a bit behind them encouragingly. <br><br>"The road leads us to places we may not expect but each road serves a purpose, no matter how worn and forgotten a road may seem, how distant any destination, its the road that we keep travelling, and how we face it, that shows who we are. Through harsh times we survive and stand, and as this storm is fading I call upon you all to remember. All are welcome to the Temple in time of need, but we call upon those who can volunteer their strength to help rebuild."<br><br>Looking around, the storm had done a number on the town's roofs, here and there, but it looked like it might be soon fixed. Perhaps. <br><br>Will had been offered his share of the simple soup, the bread and meat, as well as a cup of ale, a gesture by the clergy as he waited for his companion.<br><br><hr><hr><br><strong>Horo - Mischief at the Docks</strong><br><br>The man had come down to the docks to lift up a barrel to carry it aboard before noticing Horo and listening to her a bit confused. The man was strong and looked like he had been at sea a while, with a good bronzed tan and firm body, looking at Horo's exposed leg he seemed to hesitate but soon cleared his throat. "I apologise miss, but if you have trouble here you should talk to the harbormaster. Captain doesn't really like any of her crew being late to departure and I have no clue where to look for your clothes... despite how tempting an offer might be."<br><br>The man did appear to believe Horo, but he held a strong loyalty to another, a loyalty that didn't permit that many mistakes. Miss the ship, and he would be out of pay up until the ship came back again, if he even had a job aboard it when it did. <br><br><hr><hr><br><strong>Sheva &amp; Sachi</strong><br><br>The ship had to wait a fair share of time before everything was ready and loaded, but eventually the ship set sail. The island they were heading to lay 2 days journey away, but the skies were clear in the horizon they were heading to. Behind them, the skies were darkening quickly however, and though the last storm had only just ended it seemed another would be on its way. While Moth could outrun the storm, for a while, it might landlock them for a while once they did set the anchor down.<br><br>Aboard the vessel, the Captain was greeted by her First Mate in a brief, serious salute. Looking over at the Redhead, the crew stared a bit curious, but waiting the captain and her companions to tell what to expect. <br><br>Sachi could find herself being stared at by more than a few crew members though, seeming to be quite curious about the scarlet haired woman. Even the First Mate seemed to have an eye on the woman, a bit puzzled look showing before the first mate turned full attention to the captain. "Everything is ready and we can set sail immediately, if everyone that should be here is here."<br><br><hr><hr><br>((OOC: Sorry for 'Interrupt' Kate, but felt it would be wise to have the crew greet the Captain and her companions rather than setting them all to sail right away. Though I'll assume everyone makes it to ship on time))
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 18:22:06</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106565.msg4638625#msg4638625">Quote from: Aether on 13-05-2011, 22:24:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"There may be quite a bit more to this tale than we know, brother Will.&nbsp; The artifact of which we speak obviously was being sought after when the tribes of goblinoids were found.&nbsp; Why is it being sought?&nbsp; Will we be able to meet this employer to weigh his or her worthiness?&nbsp; It certainly is not an item to be taken lightly and the green skinned that follow the 'lord' will be completely enthralled beyond all reasonable means with the magic that the crown posses.&nbsp; It will be a very brutal encounter.&nbsp; We will certainly be doing the region good to take it from them.&nbsp; However, will we be enabling another with a more powerful weapon..?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Will nods and replies; "You speak what I fear sister Jayne. Even if we recover the crown many would seek possess it and use it. Both good and evil. Even I would be tempted to take such crown and use it to gather army for name of good to slay evil dragons, but in end it would bring only ruin to wielder to said crown. Indeed we will face brutal fight and so we need spend our gold wisely to prepare for intense campaign." Once at temple Will purchases dozens of holy water, antitoxins and protection from evil potions. Also he purchases healing wand if possible, altough he and Jayne can heal with their gifts but it's limited. He purchases lesser vigor wand as it definently helps recover from injuries, especially to the crew. Like Jayne he gived some gold to the church and he said; "A bit better beds would make travelers who rest here to feel comfortable and rest well." After that he knelt on altar and prayed for Bahamuth any advicing visions to his part and ask for his blessing on the journey.<br><br>OOC: Purchase 4xholy water flasks (100gp), 2xantitoxin vials (100gp), buy lesser vigor wand (750gp) and give 50gp for more comfortable beds for temple.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 18:48:57</strong>
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				Jayne instinctively reaches for two things as she is caught up in her vision, her holy symbol and the shoulder of her companion, the one that her order entrusted her to train in the ways of Bahamuth whom had just joined her at the altar.&nbsp; She desperately tried to gather every detail of the last visage that she witnessed, specifically trying to see the face or any other identifying factor, though the armor was pretty unique.<br><br>Gasping for breath and sickened as the evil washed over her, she prayed audibly for favor and protection as she vowed that she would do her part to see that the crown would do no more harm to the mortal realm.<br><br>Still shaking, Jayne rose from her feet, gripping the altar for stability.<br><br>"We may have to destroy this artifact, brother, there is evil afoot and I fear we have just been made instruments to reawaken it, furthering its evil purposes..."&nbsp; Jayne spoke quietly as the resounding thunder finally died in sharp echoes within the temple.&nbsp; "Come, we will find the ship of our new companion and pray on this further."<br><br>With that, she makes her way to the docks.&nbsp; Her eyes are wide open and the light warms her, though the evil brooding of yet another storm loomed upon the horizon.&nbsp; She would ask the captain if there was anything she could do to help get under way, though she admits that she rarely takes voyage upon a ship.&nbsp; Winking at him, she confides, "I have a flying mount and my trusty spy glass should we need some overwatch on our journey, please pass this on to your master at arms."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>14-05-2011, 19:39:56</strong>
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				Huffing in discontent over his loyalty to his mistress compared to getting in some proper naughty fun. Not bothering with talking to his lout any more, as I storm off down the docks and to The Moth. Waiting off to the side and watching the activity, as the boat casts off into the sea and away from the port. Watching the sky and seeing how dark it already is, wondering how much this new wave of rain and lightning will last. Bad weather only augments my power, so more the merrier. <br><br>Taking a seat at some convenient spot on the port side of the boat, just content to watch the others squabble over minor details. Wondering where that shiny guy went too from before, along with the brief report of what went on with the old man merchant went I left to attend to a beef related crisis. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 03:32:57</strong>
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				(OOC: GM if you want to gode-mode all the crew / soilders you can, others also if they wish to for plot or <br>character development reasons (as long as its not against whatever the gm seems to be doing with them)<br>It would be useful if I could control Lisa (my cohort) sometimes but not all the time (GM can control her how he sees fit, for its really only my character that is "mine" ..) <br><br><hr>After the skipper saluted the Captain Sheva tried to clarify logistics first<br><br><strong>"We still of light weight I assume ?"<br></strong><br><strong>"Absolutely, we did get something for the spices, what little of it is in our cargo" . "We were not going to make anything turning into gold there, best hope was to buy a little of what they have in excess and hope the next port or two has such things in lack. <br><br>Someone here was keen on buying place pearls 300 silver each. Very high, if we happen to find some we should return to New Haven. People don't put up notices like that for just one."</strong><br><br>The place was only 2 days away. None needed navigation instruments but it was calming going through the ritual of precision, helpful if this storm changed in unpredictable ways. They were in open seas now, storms move faster over water. All were scary when on a ship that was more something attached to huge sails than a ship that had them. The intention was to rush to harboring point. Its unlikely a true jetty would be there so sea anchor would have to do. They was only one row-boat, or lifeboat this ship had which could be pulleyed down behind the rear of the ship. So painfully slow, but it worked.<br><br>Two days isn't long. Would have been much for for smaller ships. That made Sheva smile. Then her face turn sour again. "A crown that can command people" she knew spells that did, but something that could do it without the mental disciple to be able to cast such a thing? <br><br>Sheva then looked to the red-haired warrior -<strong> "You have a spyglass ? That makes sense, you do have a flying mount. This is excellent. If you do have a mirror then you and the skipper could be able to signal each other over vast distances. <br><br>The spyglass we have is best left in my skipper hands, I should get one soon enough, keep it, your on a flying mount its more&nbsp; useful in your hands. Your mounts can sleep on the deck if needy. I think if we put them with the horses they will cause a commotion."</strong><br><br>She then looked troubled <br><strong><br>"If the knights wish to destroy the crown I can't blame them. Being a sorceress its tempting to steal it for myself but its poorer man's luck to wear something that's for the other gender at sea. If it was a tiara or fashioned into something feminine then I probably would be. <br><br>Still its a crown, not a tiara, not a circlet, so even if its for a queen, wearing it is saying to the fates I claim to be the queen on the sea, that's how the sea would see such a thing. I don't beleive in such things but my crew would. <br><br>So I would want it sold and the profits dived, alas some may want it destroyed.. for those who do I will not stand in their way."<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 08:30:48</strong>
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				Jayne added to the conversation with some information about how both her and Will's mounts, about the fact that they were summoned on command and would not need a place aboard ship until they were mounted.<br><br>"You need not worry about them, they draw their energy from their home plane and they rest there while not in use.&nbsp; I do not have a mirror, sadly, but I am sure there is something here that we can use for signaling back and forth.&nbsp; When you need me, let me know.&nbsp; I will do my best to scout and prevent any surprises.&nbsp; Where shall Will and I bunk?&nbsp; We need little and do not wish to disposes any of your crew.&nbsp; Very fine vessel too.&nbsp; Yeah, about that crown, lets just say that our god has given us a view into its history and its very grim along with a possible scene that may be its present or soon future.&nbsp; It is no less evil...<br><br>"Dont get us wrong, we do not willfully break contracts, but we are forsworn to do all that is good and lawful considering such matters..."&nbsp; Jayne let her words trail off.&nbsp; She spoke in a level and even tone, no dramatics were needed based on what Bahamuth had shown her.&nbsp; Her intent made clear to Sheva, she looked about the ship and smiled.&nbsp; "This is a fine transport.&nbsp; It is good to be moving at the will of the sea, wind at our backs slicing through the waves.&nbsp; It is so natural."<br><br>She smiled and put a better face on despite her sense of foreboding.&nbsp; Engaging and conversing, Jayne looked for each that she had seen that morning to introduce herself.&nbsp; There was the red haired woman with some sort of air creature in tow.&nbsp; Also the one that kept herself encased in her cloak sitting to herself looking bored.&nbsp; She nodded to each in turn and called upon her unyielding sense of right and wrong to reveal their natures as such.<br><br>(OOC:&nbsp; Detect evil:&nbsp; Sheva, crew, Horo, Muses character)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 08:58:47</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106565.msg4643477#msg4643477">Quote from: Aether on 14-05-2011, 18:48:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jayne instinctively reaches for two things as she is caught up in her vision, her holy symbol and the shoulder of her companion, the one that her order entrusted her to train in the ways of Bahamuth whom had just joined her at the altar.&nbsp; She desperately tried to gather every detail of the last visage that she witnessed, specifically trying to see the face or any other identifying factor, though the armor was pretty unique.<br><br>Gasping for breath and sickened as the evil washed over her, she prayed audibly for favor and protection as she vowed that she would do her part to see that the crown would do no more harm to the mortal realm.<br><br>Still shaking, Jayne rose from her feet, gripping the altar for stability.<br><br>"We may have to destroy this artifact, brother, there is evil afoot and I fear we have just been made instruments to reawaken it, furthering its evil purposes..."&nbsp; Jayne spoke quietly as the resounding thunder finally died in sharp echoes within the temple.&nbsp; "Come, we will find the ship of our new companion and pray on this further."<br><br>With that, she makes her way to the docks.&nbsp; Her eyes are wide open and the light warms her, though the evil brooding of yet another storm loomed upon the horizon.&nbsp; She would ask the captain if there was anything she could do to help get under way, though she admits that she rarely takes voyage upon a ship.&nbsp; Winking at him, she confides, "I have a flying mount and my trusty spy glass should we need some overwatch on our journey, please pass this on to your master at arms."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Will wakes up from meditation when her hand rests on his shoulder and follows Jayne. Hearing her words he nods and replies; "I agree, if Bahamuth gave you that much of a vision then we need destroy it. I think first man was original owner of the crown, the king merchant talked about. The last image not sure, may be present or possible future."<br><br><em>On ship</em><br><br>When introductions are going around and talk about roles, hearing Jayne speak about her mount he says to her; "I can remain on deck as usual and help men grow comfortable with the new armor they have. Practice sessions and so on." Will moves to the cloaked figure, gently tapping her shoulder with his fingers and once drawn her attention he gives her filled leather pouch, full of money and says; "Merchant paid in advance thousand gold for everyone so here is your share."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 09:39:51</strong>
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				"Oh thank you. So good to have to get paid in advance. Some people just cannot be trusted. Don't you think so?" Slipping an arm out from my cloak without exposing myself, to only slip it back in and into my bag of hold, to dispose of the gold. I like the shiny just as much as any goddess, thank you very much!<br><br>Watching the others talk about their troubles and dragon mounts and other such nonsense. Also about the others various talents and equipment starts to make me feel as though I got to contribute. Wondering if a proper display of power is warranted. <br><br>Why of course it is! Standing up and making sure that my cloak is still nice and neat, and looking at the storm clouds off in the distance. Such lovely weather, as I do hope the lightning will continue on. Always cheers me up with lightning call forth from the skies to smote the earth with its power. <br><br>Finally joining the conversation as to what abilities we have. "Oh my, just a interesting cast of characters we have here, no? I'm sure we can beat those orcs and get back that evil artifact, no problem. As for my abilities, I have a few tricks I could show."<br><br>Pulling free a arm from my cloak, before chanting in druidic in no time. Pointing off to the side of the boat as the spell completes. Making sure to keep myself nice and covered, and trying oh so hard to not wag my bushy tail. Snapping my fingers in one final gesture to complete the spell:<br><br><strong>[Call of Lightning!]</strong><br><br>Soon enough bolt after bolt of lightning comes out of nowhere in the sky, to only crash into the water in a explosion of foam and steam. 6 rapid succession lightning bolts in a sparkle of lights and explosive booms filling the air. Once it does complete I shift my arm back into my cloak, and give a slight curtsey. <br><br>(Horo is also True Neutral. So detect alignment does diddly on her.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 20:56:41</strong>
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				<strong>Will - At the Temple, Before heading to Ship</strong><br><br>Will's donation to the priest was received with a smile and a short bow. "We do what we can but there are limits to what we can do here. The Fharlang doesn't have many temples, more in the line of roadside Shrines." Smiling a bit the priest then hurried off to work again, a hurried expression on his face as he moved over to get to work. The priests seemed to be doing their best, and the temple altar lacked a dedication to any force beyond 'Good', leaving the Altar in service of the Divine, and allowing the faith of Bahamut ease within the temple walls as well.<br><br><strong>Aboard the Moth - Whole Group</strong><br><br>The wind was blowing strong, the coming storm was at least a benefit in that it gave a strong wind before it, and even as Horo's display of magic struck into the ocean with fury of nature, the tide was rising higher. The ship pulled itself free from the shallows near the shore, making its way to deeper water and heading off, carrying the team and the crew. <br><br>It appeared to the eyes of the Paladins that there were no truly evil men among the crew, surely a couple of them had done some wrong in their life but none of them were truely wicked people. However while Jayne was looking around she could spot something in the air, chasing after the ship. It remained with its back towards the stormy clouds, and distant enough that she could not tell for certain.<br><br>Will, Horo, Sachi and Saeva soon spotted it as well, and after a little while so did the crew. Whatever the thing was, it flew with its back to the storm, large wings spread like a bird of prey but given the distance it was flying at and its sheer size, it was not a being of natural creation. It screeched as it flew over the ship in the sky, before rushing off to the horizon. Soon it would be but a speck in the distance and then gone, if the stormy weather was to be believed.<br><br>As the creature flew off to the distance there was a crackling in the air, other than Horo's spell, as the sky was lighting up with white flash of thunder in the distance. <br><br>The crew rushed back and forth, tightening ropes for the storm that was chasing the ship and its crew. Ahead the ocean opened to distance, showing small isles here and there, littering the sea near New Haven. These little islands were up to an hour's sail away from New Haven, most of them left alone, a few housing a few people prefering privacy, and in the distance, the old watchtower. <br><br>The light shining at its top served as a beacon for ships passing, but the light also let the watchmen keep track of the sea. So when there was no light to be seen, just the old tower laying dark and silent, it might make someone wonder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 21:16:57</strong>
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				Will smiled to Horo's comment and replied; "Indeed, most people cannot be trusted but I give everyone chance to prove to be trustworthy. Also hope my own example inspires others to be same." When Horo talked about demonstration he watched in quiet patience her work, then see six lighting strike upon the water and unleash steam he said; "My, quite mighty magic there Horo. Sadly tough my own magic is more humbler in kind and less visual like yours. Also I am more warrior than mystic anyway." When the creature flew Will narrowed his eyes, observing until it disappeared into horizon but he tried get good look of the creature. He sees crew moving around, seeing it may soon become stormy he moves to Captain Sheva and says; "Where I can go stay and wait until storm calms down little? I am not skilled sailor and my armor would make me sink like a rock at bottom of the sea if I fall overboard."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>15-05-2011, 22:15:31</strong>
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				"Oh I am sure some brave men here on this boat would be more then welcome to come to your rescue, if it came to the need." Making it sound like a job for big burly men to do, and not something a lovely girl such as myself. Watching the bird go off into the distance and the unlight lighthouse, which is quite disturbing. I have no fear of going over board, with wearing nothing at all, on top of my various abilities. <br><br>Even so, that watch tower should have a light inside at this sort of weather. Quite disturbing indeed, as I stand there out of the way, watching the storm brew in the back ground before taking my eyes off of the watch tower. Wondering if the two are connected in some way, which is rather unlikely. Still, going to keep that as a thought for the time being, and to myself. <br><br>"I do think it prudent to set anchor at that watch tower and see to relighting the tower. No need to endanger others in this storm, and ourselves. That storm could roll off of New Haven and strike us within hours. I, for one, would just be devastated to see everyone else sink to the bottom. Would be oh so depressing." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 09:00:17</strong>
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				Sachi shows no evil.&nbsp; <br><br>A roiling ball of air settles down next to Sachi’s shoulder, sending her hair coiling and whipping around her in its wind.&nbsp; She pulled a lock out of her face.&nbsp; Noticing the curious on looking sailors, she stepped up to one and planted the sheathed falchion out to the side.&nbsp; Extending her hand she offered, “Good afternoon, I’m Sachi.&nbsp; My breezy friend is Kai.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;*<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sachi touched Horo on the shoulder after her display of druidic might.&nbsp; “Very nice.&nbsp; Might want to save your others if you have them, though.&nbsp; There’s something following.”&nbsp; She gestured behind them at the shadow on the horizon like a great bird of pray.&nbsp; She drew from one of her pouches a small scrap of leather, explaining, “My magic is more practical.&nbsp; “She pressed it over her palm and chanted softly.&nbsp; A faint shimmer surrounded her body, then was gone.&nbsp; She changed another spell and a soft rubly glow swelled in her cleavage before it too was gone.&nbsp; <br><br>Greater Mage Armor and False Life, the first lasting 7 hours, the second 6.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When the paladin spoke of going bellow, she caught his eyes.&nbsp; “Platinum Champion, if you trade you armor for something not so heavy and come back up, I will see to you armor should their be trouble, and bring you back too the boat should the storm or our foe cast you over.&nbsp; I have learned swimming from a Great Teacher.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 09:04:01</strong>
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				Will looked to Horo with smile and he says; "Well, still I prefer not be that much trouble if I can." Then Sachi spoke and he replied; "Well, I could go take spare chain shirt or leather armor for duration of the journey. But you don't need to worry about my armor. As I shed it, it's scales become worthless crumbling dry husk. It takes eight hours to grow my armor back once I shed it, if I will it to grow back."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 09:51:20</strong>
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				Hearing this, Sachi replied to Will.&nbsp; "I'll need a rope too pull up any sailors I go after anyway.&nbsp; Don't risk your armor, I will take rope if I have to swim after you.&nbsp; I don't mean to let anyone go down unless the whole ship does.&nbsp; If that happens, I'll still save whoever I can."&nbsp; <br><br>She touched him on the shoulder, then turned away and called, "Ho, bossun.&nbsp; I need an able hand with a rope to join a few lengths and keep them in a ready coil at both port and starboard."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 13:04:39</strong>
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				Will feels Sachi's hand on his scale armored shoulder, she can feel despite metallic appearance the scales are warm to touch. As if touching living and breathing creatures scales than steel. Will smiles and nods to her and says; "Well, that's comforting to know. My scales themselves do not add much weight but they kind of limit my body movement in the water. In stormy seas I get easily under the tides. But rope would be wise idea indeed."<br><br>Will looks to others and speaks more loudly; "However I would like know each one of you more in detail, I know my and sister Jayne's abilities and Horo gave show of hers. Also learned bit about her abilities *nods towards Sachi* but we need create a complete war campaign plan before we even reach the island and to do that we need know each others abilities more well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 13:41:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"> Sheva &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106944.msg4651178#msg4651178)<br></div>Sheva nodded at the suggestions<br><br><strong>"Those wishing to know of designated places aboard this ship, there aren't any,most hang a hammock in a place thats less annoying. Some smell like horses, some rock too much. Some are too noisy. Some too windy. People choose places that annoy them least. Hammocks take some getting use to. Places you see are straight holes to the water are for just that. Soaps about these places as well as a water barrel. If your sea sick you dont have to run to the deck to prevent a mess."</strong><br><br>Then she looked to her skipper<br><br><strong>"Keep on the original coarse but light all lanterns. Those who can fly there can leave to do so now. I can, and I am sure these mounted knights can also perhaps one or two others. Those who are left need to be ahead of that storm. Keep all lanterns on and we will find you. We should be able to catch up. If that thing comes back to bother you flash the lanterns. Yes this will get others attention, but it seems we already have it anyway. <br>Besides I am sure he already has seen us and can find us regardless."<br></strong><br>The skipper nodded and ordered the mainsail to be made into a storm sail but left the others full sized.<br><br><strong>"We will be back soon Lisa !"<br></strong><br>With that she quickly spoke of her intentions to those on deck, and hoped she wasn't going alone then requested her new friends to feel free to do what they feel is right to help the ship.<br><br><strong>&lt;Sheva Casts fly and flys to the unlit watch tower&gt;</strong><br><hr><br>http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/fly.htm (http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/fly.htm)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 18:47:45</strong>
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				Jayne would quickly take out here spy glass and gather and information visually that she could, also trying to coordinate with helmsman about whether or not the 'bird' was heading in the same direction as they were heading.<br><br>"I have not seen its like before in all my travels," she muttered to no one in particular.<br><br>The whole of the sea in which they traveled was taking on that nasty color again, the sky ominously dark and foreboding.&nbsp; Jayne met all that came with them from the tavern earlier, especially fascinated with Sachi's Kai.&nbsp; Engaging in conversation about this little entity, she would possibly recognize it (Knowledge Arcana) or just ask...<br><br>"Your little bundle of gusts there...&nbsp; Is it Djinn or elemental?&nbsp; Most fascinating familiar..." Jayne said to Sachi.<br><br>"Will has spoken of abilities and we all know that I am of an order of Paladins that worship Bahamuth.&nbsp; I also have arcane and unarmed training, excelling at the hand to hand attack along with touch spells."<br><br>In complete agreement about the tower needing to be lit, Jayne spoke to seemingly to no one and called forth her Drakeen.&nbsp; "Temep Altiui, confn ekess ve."<br><br>There was a shimmering to the air as her steed took shape from nothingness and circled the ship, Jayne speaking loudly to the rest of the ship and crew, "Have no fear, this creature will not harm you!&nbsp; I shall accompany Sheva and whomever else to this tower.&nbsp; Will, do you want to catch a ride or would you prefer to stay with the ship?"&nbsp; Jayne asked, because she knew that her mount only carried so much weight upon its back easily and that it may be difficult to keep her brother aloft should the winds become difficult.<br><br>Once decision has been made by her brother, She would stand upon the rigging as Temep Altui held a stationary hover so as to mount him.&nbsp; She would then keep pace with Sheva and head towards the unlit watch tower.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 20:01:31</strong>
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				Seeing the two of them fly off towards the tower under their own powers is quite the sight to behold. I, for one, would have had made sure the group stayed together for safety sake, but it is far too late for that. Watching all of the nice sweaty men getting the boat ready for the storm and landing on the island, as I walk over to the side and out of the way. <br><br>Once that is done I start to do what I have to do. Reaching up to the hood of my cloak and pulling it down, freeing up my beautiful wolfy ears to the open air, along with unbutton the front end of my cloak, to allow it to finally billow open to the sea breeze. Needing freedom of movement in order to fly correctly, and reaching down to give my tail a quick petting. Which just feels fantastic, and I have not had the time or privacy to do it in a long time. Now more or less everyone can see my true heritage and how there isn't a race known to this realm that comes close to my unique stature. <br><br>Finally freeing myself to the air and to the others, while casting my own spell. A other gust of wind billowing out from my form, lifting my feet off of the wood of the boat. Ears tucked back from the noise I am making, before I go shooting off to the distance and to the island. The cloak billowing open all the more, and showing just how naked I am under the cloak. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 23:57:53</strong>
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				<strong>The Watchtower - For all those that approach</strong><br><br>The watchtower had been built of stone originally, but the building was old and damaged by weather and wear alike. Wooden beams lined large cracks trying to cover up the tower's damage, and keep it together. It was obvious that the building had fallen to a state of disrepair a fair while ago already, but at least near the bottom the damage was moderate. Higher up, the old watchtower's stone was replaced by more and more wood, and a lot of that was worn, darkened wood that had endured many storms before already. <br><br>Towering on the small island and reaching 50 feet up by its stone base, the last 30 feet of the structure was wooden in making, planks and boards hammered together somewhat hap-hazardly. How that had stood in the previous storm was anyone's guess, but the missing planks and broken pillar showing on the side told volumes of just how stable the building's top was now. <br><br>The tower itself was built on a square base, its four walls rising the same width from base to the top, 20 feet by 20 feet, the tower's slim tall build should have left it even more vulnerable to storms than some builds, but flying up closer towerds the top, a silence was all that greeted the flying crowd. <br><br>There was a large pedestal of stone there, on the wooden floor, the roof torn away and the side walls of the top floor partially crumbled, the window-spaces holding onto the rotten wood frames but whatever glass there had been was gone. On the pedestal, a brazier sat with several runes across it, but alongside lay three men, speared by rotten wood, caught partially under debris of stone and wood alike, and burnt by what must have been fine lamp oil not long ago. The scent of death was in the air.<br><br>((OOC: Anyone who flies up there, go ahead and make spot checks, the DC for the check starts at 20, 25 gives a bit more detail though. I'll send details after getting the rolls))
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 00:46:05</strong>
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				((OOC:&nbsp; Spot check through a spy glass: Ayi rolls: 1d20m2 Result: 12 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26171)))
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 01:06:28</strong>
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				(OOC: 26 on the spot.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 08:29:47</strong>
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				((OOC: I'll post in parts then, anyone who rolls 20 or more notices the 1st section, rolling over 25 means noticing the second and third as well. I'll assume those who didn't make the spot check get things pointed out to them by the ones that did, anyhow. The fourth is for everyone.))<br><br>Flying closer to the tower several clawmarks could be seen, and so could some large feather. Among the debris they were not the easiest thing to spot but there they were, and it looked like the clawmarks themselves came from the side that had collapsed on top of the people within the tower's top floor. There was some evidence of blood on large pikes nearby as well, laying on the ground half-buried along with the man that had previously been holding onto one it seemed. <br><br>The second discovery came a little after, a lone figure on the ground next to the watchtower, on the cliffside. Someone had fallen from the top of the tower, and slammed to the ground. Given the state of destruction the top of the watchtower had become it would not have really deserved a mention if not for one thing. The man that had fallen was still alive. Badly hurt, uncouncious, and perhaps dying, but flying over his figure a raspy breath could be heard from the fellow.<br><br>Like the other guards the man on the ground was brown haired, blue eyed man with only a few years into adulthood. It was often joked in New Haven that the horniest, most uncontrollable young men were often sent to the watchtower for a few months of duty to learn some patience and consideration. It seemed the whole tower had been manned by such 'punishment detail' that night. Broken limbs, most likely a broken back, severely pummeled by the fall, and clinging to life with a strength not many would possess.<br><br>The storm behind the ship was slowly approaching. The ship could outrun it, for now, but eventually when they stopped the storm would catch upto them. If signs were right this might be a nasty storm, not as bad as the one that came before but likely still a nasty weather to sail in at least. There were no signs of the flying creature in the sky now, but the Moth was making its way to the open ocean quickly, passing the watchtower's little island.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 12:27:47</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106565.msg4651933#msg4651933">Quote from: Aether on 16-05-2011, 18:47:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Your little bundle of gusts there...&nbsp; Is it Djinn or elemental?&nbsp; Most fascinating familiar..." Jayne said to Sachi.<br><br>"Will has spoken of abilities and we all know that I am of an order of Paladins that worship Bahamuth.&nbsp; I also have arcane and unarmed training, excelling at the hand to hand attack along with touch spells."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Sachi smiled, relaxing a lot now that someone initiated a conversation with her.&nbsp; "Kai is an air elemental, not a djinn.&nbsp; I find she's quite a little cat, really.&nbsp; She plays with my hair just like a cat with string.&nbsp; She can be a great friend in a fight.&nbsp; She's not strong, but she's too qick to easily catch.&nbsp; <br><br>"I have some skill with my blade, and some with sorcery--mostly to assist a warrior, but some force attacks as well.&nbsp; I also strive to learn the wisdom of golden dragons.&nbsp; I've learned ways to help a group, and to heal, as well as swimming and some command of fire."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; *&nbsp; *&nbsp; *&nbsp; <br><br>Sachi made a ritual wherein her fingers formed an eye.&nbsp; In draconic, she named the senses of the dragons.&nbsp; As she moved across the ship, those who weren't too far from her found their senses subtly heightened.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Aura of Awareness.&nbsp; +2 Listen, Spot, and Initiative Sachi and allies within 30'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 13:39:03</strong>
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				<br>Sheva casts Cure moderate wounds on the dying man twice in a row before turning to the others.<br><strong><br>"This isnt as bad as it looks. Lisa knows how to keep corpses in a state without decaying such that they could be raised later. Also I can speak with the dead, if they have something to share they can, and both of us know how to create wards to enforce honesty, we can discern the nature later. For the moment lets get them back to the ship, I can't carry them, however what I can do is signal the shore of trouble with an obvious illusions intended to inform of the trouble at the watchtower. I will make one now here, then fly back to the ship. I can't cast fly endlessly so I need to make best use of it before the ship gets too far.&nbsp; Do you feel we can manage the bodies and the wounded man, carrying much is out of my abilities."</strong><br><br>Sheva bit her lip nervously, the knights mounts seemed solid. They looked like they could but who knew ? Still the knights or the others would work something out, at least the corpses should be free soon.<br><br>"If Lisa stays on board with the corpses and keeps them fresh their family will thank us for it, perhaps we will have the gold to see to them being raised also. Even if they don't its he right thing to do, until we have a better idea I guess. Anyone have fancy spells that can highlight this amidst a storm feel free to cast them now, I can't hold it for long.<br><br>Using all her will Sheva casts Major Image in the sky showing a view of trouble that could be seen from a distance. Most cultures had some signs for trouble, Sheva made the Image luminous - showing the image of the tower iconically, then made the image show a sequence of symbols commonly associated with danger or trouble, then back to the image of the tower before cycling the sequence again.<br><br>After holding it for as long as she could while being the ship easily in range of another two fly spells, Sheva relaxed<br><br>"Um ... I have no real idea if its possible to bring them, if we can shall we do it now ?"<br><hr>http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/majorImage.htm (http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/majorImage.htm)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 20:56:52</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106565.msg4652193#msg4652193">Quote from: NicciKotor on 16-05-2011, 20:01:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Seeing the two of them fly off towards the tower under their own powers is quite the sight to behold. I, for one, would have had made sure the group stayed together for safety sake, but it is far too late for that. Watching all of the nice sweaty men getting the boat ready for the storm and landing on the island, as I walk over to the side and out of the way. <br><br>Once that is done I start to do what I have to do. Reaching up to the hood of my cloak and pulling it down, freeing up my beautiful wolfy ears to the open air, along with unbutton the front end of my cloak, to allow it to finally billow open to the sea breeze. Needing freedom of movement in order to fly correctly, and reaching down to give my tail a quick petting. Which just feels fantastic, and I have not had the time or privacy to do it in a long time. Now more or less everyone can see my true heritage and how there isn't a race known to this realm that comes close to my unique stature. <br><br>Finally freeing myself to the air and to the others, while casting my own spell. A other gust of wind billowing out from my form, lifting my feet off of the wood of the boat. Ears tucked back from the noise I am making, before I go shooting off to the distance and to the island. The cloak billowing open all the more, and showing just how naked I am under the cloak.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Will shakes head to Jayne and he replies; "Go sister, I can stay and guard the ship. Also you may need the carry space of your mount to bring something down there." Then Will looks in wonder what Horo is doing, then looking in wonder her appearance. <br><br><em>What she is? A shifter? Wait a second.....she's naked?!</em><br><br>Will is struck in awe by her nude proud form but he then sees her jump off the ship! He rushes towards the ledge but he then looks in awe when she takes off into air and sees her fly towards the tower. He shouts however into storm after her; "Cover yourself lady Horo! Your distracting sailors!" Then Will sees moments later large illussion to show for tower and general signs for danger, not sure what's going on makes him worry what's exactly going in the tower. Nor sure should he asks sailors lower rowboat and join group in the tower?
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 21:02:01</strong>
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				Floating in midair at ground level, watching the others deal with the injured man. I could have had provided healing services, but she got there before I could. No big deal, as I do keep an eye on the sky to make sure nothing is swooping down in on us. Eventually I calculate in my head the time I have left on my fly spell and deciding to fly back to the boat to report on what is going on. No need to shapeshift into bird form any time soon and freak people out all the more. <br><br>Landing back onto the boat in good enough time, my cloak billowing open just enough to expose myself before landing. Wrapping it back around me once I do grab it with my hands. Telling everyone back on the boat the details of the discovery, and how there is a survivor. All the while my ears twitching to listen to the storm, and how it is getting ever closer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 21:34:03</strong>
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				When Horo returns he was about comment her nudity before she concealed herself with cloak. When she told what was found Will looks grim and says; "Sounds and looks like that bird had attacked the watchtower or something else weird happened. But usually wild animals do not attack if not provoked to do it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 23:59:02</strong>
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				"Good plan, Will, you may be well advised to protect our interests here on The Moth.&nbsp; I will return soon."<br><hr>The scene was grim.&nbsp; It was obvious that the construct or whatever it had been was set out for destruction.&nbsp; The death was horrendous.&nbsp; It appeared that it had not been enough to knock over the tower, but someone had lit the bodies on fire.&nbsp; Pure evil. <br><br>"I can send this one back to New Haven on Temep Altiui, we can lash him to the saddle and hope that he makes it."&nbsp; Jayne casts mage armor and shares the spell with the Drakeen for to give her steed the best chances to make the flight unharmed.&nbsp; Dismounting, Jayne will do the best she can to contain the injured man within the especially designed saddle meant for flight.<br><br>"Temep Altiui here will take you back to New Haven, its going to be a bumpy ride, but he is a good mount and will protect you.&nbsp; He will take you to the temple where he will subsequently go back to his home plane.&nbsp; Tell the priests of what happened here and that we did the best we could to augment the broken down light tower."<br><br>Jayne would touch the mans brow and let her divine energy flow into his body, if he accepts, bring him as close to full health as possible.&nbsp; Then, whispering to her Drakeen, Jayne steps back and begins a detailed study of the runes and the brazier itself.&nbsp; The graceful creature takes to the air and heads to the storm.<br><br>Knowledge Arcana rolls: 1d20m11 Result: 29 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26270)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 20:56:16</strong>
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				The way Horo became exposed to be nude under her cloak seemed to catch several crew members attention. They did keep working but the distraction was obvious, as was the admiring long looks and keeping a look out on her at all times. Their eyes tried to keep at both their job and at Horo's figure, but eventually one or another had to win. Some were distracted, others were focused on their duty and taking care of sailing the ship ahead safely. <br><br>The wounded man, dangerously beaten even with the healing magics it seemed he barely clung to life somehow, with wounds that should have been too bad for him to survive to begin with. He smiled to those who tended to him, silently uttering a broken voiced 'thank you' but then clinging to the mount he was placed upon. Seeming to know to hold on for his dear life, and letting it carry him away. <br><br>Nonetheless, as Jayne then focused on the brazier, the runes became obvious soon. The brazier had been enchanted to make the flames upon it burn brighter, cast a light a lot further away than a normal fire would, strengthening the fire's intensity. The brazier's runes were partly cracked however, with clawmarks ruining a few. The effects of that were self-evident. Flame had burned the topmost floor, explosively spreading, shattering the tower's remnants up there outwards. <br><br>The ship was reaching ahead to the storm and towards the free ocean, leaving the little islands and shallow shores behind, deeper ocean opening up to the passage. The journey was just beginning, wind blowing behind the ship, pushing it on to the distance, with the Cohort shouting commands on the deck of the ship, her fierce voice commanding sailors to move and keep the ship's course, guiding it to the deeper waters. <br><br>It was then when a shrieking noise could be heard, the silhouette of the strange bird flying over the ship, but flying high up in the sky.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 09:10:29</strong>
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				Will was on deck, rain drops moisten his scaled armor while he observes with keen eyes to his surroundings. Then the screech in air draws his attention. He frowns and he quickly goes tie a spare rope to mast of the ship and then tie rope around his waist while he shouts over the growing wind and sounds of ocean to Horo; "Think you can keep that damn big bird down on deck once it starts dive attack? I feel that bird is not coming just give friendly hello to us!" Will then draws from his back in long smooth motion his katana. The katana's blade was shimmering white and slender but clearly very sharp. Also a frosty mist rised from the blade when air moisture around it slowly froze all water around it frozen solid but same time melting down once they flew off from blade. He drew shield to his other hand, on ready to be used to defend himself in case if bird attacks the ship. His sharp gaze is now shimmering silvery light while studying the bird.<br><br>OOC: Draw weapons and shield, tie rope to waist and mast. Also detect evil vs the bird. Anyways ready to fight if bird decides dive and attack the ship. Also ready action to use Divine Shield of bird attacks (ready a move action to use the divine shield to give me bonus AC).
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 13:03:21</strong>
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				<strong>"No time for heroics for more than one thing this time"<br></strong><br>Sheva looked to her ship. The secrets of the dead man would have to stay his for the moment. <br><br><strong>"We have to leave the dead man, the ship is in trouble, We can't juggle two life and death situations at once and expect to win both. Best we take this first though, I hope it brings us luck"<br></strong><br>Sheva took the feather which was seemingly left by the creature that visited the tower and placed it in her pouch. After which she cast fly on whoever needed it before casting it on herself - her last spell of it - in the hopes returning to defend the Moth.<br><hr>OOC I think I stuffed up her sorcer spells she shouldnt have been able to c ast the Major image i think she can only know one level 3 spell (fly). Sorry about that I will try and update my character soon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 13:24:14</strong>
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				Jayne stood and said to all, "This brazier is no more good.&nbsp; We need to get out of here before that storm hits and..."&nbsp; It was then when she looked back to the speck of a ship on the horizon and there it was...&nbsp; The black shadow of the thing that finished the tower... "We need to get back to the ship <em>now!!!</em>"<br><br>There was a commanding charisma to her voice as she echoed Sheva's own words that they needed to take flight now.<br><br>"I will need a fly spell, Sheva, since my mount is other wise accounted for..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 15:35:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Before everyone's eyes, the large bird-creature began a dive and snatched a man off the mast of the ship, its talons literally cleaving the man in two causing the split body to fall to the ship's deck with a slam, the screeching bird not even stopping to shake off the blood from its talons as it already landed, and Will could see why it was strange to look upon in the air. In addition to the talons, the grey-brown mixture of feathers held an almost metallic look about them, thin and elegant. Yet as the creature landed, it landed on four legs, its large bird-like head belonging to a great falcon but the talons more fitting for a raptor, and beneath its wings was another set of strong legs, ending with wicked talons as well, the bird landed with the great wingspan spread along the deck, as it screeched and stared at Will almost as if uttering a challenge at the knight. <br><br>The creature had cut the crewman from the mast like it was nothing, but landed on its own choice without a particular reason, staring at Will with a defiant glare on the deck. The crewmen were shouting, a few already rushing on deck weapons in hand, others staying back dressing up in armor and preparing. The bird was at disadvantage on the deck, but its large size and the tough wings made it look like it was still holding the best cards in the game.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 16:08:45</strong>
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				<strong>"Those not warriors run below deck now. Everyone else lets try and trap it .... "</strong><br><br>Sheva landed and immediately started casting Web, if it is intelligent it may be able to serve as an excellent mount.&nbsp; The creature was on deck, it had already killed one sailor. Too many more and the ship was in trouble. Still look at that thing. If it was rare knowing more about their kind was vital. What if it was possible to raise them ? What if ... <strong>surely </strong>the others must be thinking it. Metallic feathers ! Magnificent ! <br><br>Times were getting harder. Having an edge others didn't was vital to even survive in this world. A dead bird didn't win anyone anything. Live ones did, not all but this one could. Who needs a goose laying golden eggs when you can have ... <br><br>Still why did it attack ? What instinct in it thought doing so was a good idea?<br><br>Not certain a the web spell would bind it well enough, Sheva sort to do so again... hopefully before either it or anyone else did anything dramatic.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 18:14:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching the giant bird land on the deck and kill one of the crew as though it was nothing was a sight to behold! Such a beautiful creature and how it is such a shame that it will have to be put down. Something flying this close to a town and killing innocents is hardly a safe living environment. <br><br>Getting as far bask as possible from the bird, as I busy casting a binding spell, that should at least distract the bird. It will also give me ample clues as to the intelligence level of the metallic beast. Waving my arms free of my cloak and exposing myself a new, as I prepare to throw the spell at the bird. <br><br><em><strong>["Spirit Jaws!"]</strong></em><br><br>Suddenly a series of force jaws spring into action and start to grapple the bird. Dealing 9 force damage to the bird while at the same time initiating grapple. The jaws trying to hold down the giant bird, pinning its legs and wings to its body for added effect. <br><br>(25 to touch attack to start grapple, assumed success. 9 force damage from successful touch. Finally a 24 on the grapple check. Even if it doesn't succeed on the grapple check, that should be doing wonders to distract the bird.)&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 23:26:10</strong>
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				Jayne flies straight to the creatures back for a hideous blow to the back of its head, snarling draconic in a vengeful manner.<br><br>(((OOC:&nbsp; Charge +2 to hit -2 to AC, Decisive Strike roll damage twice, Power Attack for -5 to hit +5 damage, Smite Evil for +5 to hit and +6 to damage)))<br><br>Attack!<br>Ayi rolls: 1d20m7 Result: 22 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26480) add +5 if the creature is evil.<br><br>Damage!<br>Ayi rolls: 1d8m10 Result: 13 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26481) add +6 if the creature is evil.<br>Ayi rolls: 1d8 Result: 3 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26482) additional damage from Decisive Strike.<br><br>(((OOC:&nbsp; If there is a little travel time involved for Jayne to reach target, She will cast True Strike before the charge, if so, its a 44 on the to hit role)))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 23:58:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(OOC: Jayne, I think the bird landed on ship in time so that your not <strong>yet</strong> in the ship. But can see the bird is there and figthing with Will)<br><br>Will shouted his god's name when bird started dive and attack; "Bahamuth's grace your champion with your protection!" He raises his shield and in distance Jayne could see brilliant blue glow cover his shield! Will is using his one blessing prayers to empower his shield with extra divine power to guard him and make his shield a more lethal weapon than before! Will stares on beasts eyes, which call for challenge him and fight. And damn he will accept that challenge!<br><br>However others act quicker, sending webs and magical effects on the creature. Will slams his katana inviting manner towards the beast and shouts; "Come and strike me beast, if you can!" Altough grappled and pinned down, Will did not exploit bird's vulnerable position. His knightly code forbids him to do it. Doing so would dishonor him! But he holds his blade ready in his hand and he had shouted his challenge to the bird, so if bird gets free he got all attention of the bird and ready strike once it's free from bindings.<br><br>OOC: As readied action Will used Divine Shield. So +3 to AC and attack/dmg rolls with shield for 6 rounds. In his own turn he uses Knight's challenge (swift action) vs the bird. I think it qualifies so Will gains +1 attack, dmg and will saves. He uses standard action to use for Test of Mettle (takes second knight challenge off). Meaning if bird fails will save DC 16 it's forced to attack Will despite other targets available in range. Also as free action Will indicates bird for Shield Block. Meaning he has now 29 AC vs the bird. Also if bird is in melee range and so Will could be count figthing vs the bird he uses move action to fight defensively to add +2 dodge bonus to AC for total 31 AC vs bird's attacks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 10:28:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(OOC: The Bird was spotted in the sky and took a moment before attacking, so while Jayne isn't on ship when it attacks, she should arrive at round 2 easily. We are still missing a post from Muse, but I'll play out the other actions for the turn now, when we get Muse's post we can move to second round.)<br><br>The bird screeched when it was attacked by the jaws trying to bind it into place. Tearing its talons up one at a time wasn't very good tactic to escape the jaws but revealed one thing for certain, this thing was strong, it jerked itself free from the jaws one after another. There was simply too good hold on all three other legs even when it freed one for it to do much harm against its bindings yet. <br><br>Screeching, the bird was too far from Will to attack him with a talon but its wing and turning its body partly it swinged a wing. It might have been grappled to the spot it was at but it was far from out of the fight. The wing's swing slammed against the knight's shield pushing him back a full foot but scraping the deck with his boots rather than managing to shove the knight down. This thing was strong and the wing slamming the shield dragged its metal-like feathers along the shield's surface with screeching sounds like a cat sliding down a chalkboard with its nails out. <br><br>Jayne was in the air and her spells in use, the magic having left her with a rather guaranteed strike when she'd reach the fight. From her vantage point she could see the creature had slammed Will right towards the ship's rail. If the blow had not been resisted the knight would be swimming in the water wearing his armor now. <br><br>The web spell suddenly manifested, the thick white sticky silk clinging to the creature's wings and body, causing it to let out an infuriated shout, tearing some strands of the web already with its wings, but it looked like while it was still winning against attempts to bind it, the bird was far from being out of the count. Red blood dripping ont he deck from its talons, part of it belonging to the dead sailor, part of it to the bird itself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 12:20:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				OOC: Note that I checked my knight abilities and realized that both Knight's Figthing Challenge and Test of Mettle are swift actions. As I cannot do two swift actions so I did test of mettle former round. Test of Mettle does not show duration but I guess the bird will be focusing on me. Also did bird detect evil? As Will had looked it with detect evil before it attacked. Also I assume bird is not grappled nor entangled, so it's not flat-footed.<br><br>Will lifts his shield and takes solid blocking hit with it. His boots screech on the deck, scratching it. But he keeps on his ground. Seeing that bird broke free from binding spells he shouted his challenge; "Face me bird and prepare for your defeat in name of Bahamuth!" Will then charges towards the bird, close in the distance and get inside it's reach rapidly! Keeping shield up he charges and strikes with his katana on the bird!<br><br>OOC: Swift action activate now Knight's figthing challenge. Lasts 8 rounds. Charge the bird, do not take bonus to attack roll and so no pen to AC. AC vs bird is now 29 during charge (and so vs AoO). If bird detected evil from before, Will does smite evil along with his attack. If bird was not evil, he does not smite it. But if he had no time to detect evil......well he judges creature to be evil so he smites evil just to test to see is it evil :P. Have +9 bonus to all bull rush, trip and disarm and grapple checks thanks shield ward.<br><br>Attack 19 vs AC (+3 if smiting)<br>At 2011-05-21 05:16:44, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+11 Result: 19 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26492)<br><br>Damage 9pts (forgot +1 bonus from knight figthing challenge) + 6pts cold dmg (+4 if smiting evil)<br>At 2011-05-21 05:17:59, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d10a+4 Result: 8 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26496)<br>At 2011-05-21 05:18:22, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d6 Result: 6 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26498)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 14:55:17</strong>
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				<em>OOC:&nbsp; Sorry, I was waiting to see if the web was blocking my way.&nbsp; When I think about how much line of sight I actually had on my fellow sorceress, it was acutely a very metagame thing to do, but in my head at the time I thought I could see her casting.<br><br>Anyways, I should have said something.</em><br><br>(http://community.imaginefx.com/forums/storage/3/200749/Nariko%20Heavenly%20Sword%20sm.JPG)<br><br>Sachi tossed the sheath off of her sizable falchion.&nbsp; Twisting and twirling between strands of web and flashing talons.&nbsp; Hacking at the bird's shoulder, the girl described a whirlwind of steel, scarlet hair, and--perhaps--crimson blood.&nbsp; Kai dove at the bird form the other side, hissing and howling too distract it and set it up for her blow. <br><br>Kai: Rolls 2+8=10 to Aid Sachi while Flanking.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>Sachi: Power Attacks by 2 and Charging.&nbsp; 19+11 to hit= 30, 5+11=16 to confirm Critical.&nbsp; <br>21 Damage (41 if Critical.)&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 15:59:31</strong>
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				THe first web was more of an annoyance to the creature, but that didnt mean more strategic ones would. Still there was hope, Sheva could cast web a few times. She waited for the next time for the creature to spread its wings. If one wingtip was near a mast - web it in place. Wait for the other wing to do the same - and web again on the next wing. She didn't know many spells but the one's she had she uleashed with gusto.<br><br><strong>"I will try and lash her wingtips to the masts... but it may take more than a few moments"<br></strong><br>It wouldn't be elegant but it may be practical. What other choices was there. Still the other heros seemed just that. Some even pounded the creature with their own weapons. Thats being brave. Sheva doubt she could muster much more courage for the thing was enormous. How fast did it kill one of her crew ? Far too easily. <br><br>This was already messy. There wasn't time for elegance now. What if that too didnt work ? Sheva shivered. <br>Then what ? Try reasoning with it ? After so much violence ? <br>Would letting it go be the most foolish of all ideas ? So many opportunities lost with circumstance. <br>Still if it could be trapped, and some more intersting tactics were being used to aid in such a desire, some of this may be salvagable. Perhaps making such loss worthwhile. <br><br>Hopefully.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 19:58:14</strong>
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				The spirit jaws keeping up the grappling attack, switching from dealing damage and grappling to pinning. The jaws trying to force the creature down with their numbers and their power, as they cannot be destroyed by simple beak and claws. Hopefully that will give the chance for others to get in and hack away at this beautiful bird and ends its threat to the town. <br><br>(21 to grapple to pin. If successful, everyone gets +4 to attack rolls, and it cannot threaten nearby squares.)<br><br>While the jaws are busy doing their job, I go about casting another spell at the beast. Rasing up one of my hands and starting to chant all anew, exposing my front to the open air once more as I begin to form the spell in my right hand. Smiling even more to myself and showing my fangs, as I finish the spell:<br><br><strong>[Ice Lance!]</strong><br><br>The ice forming in my hand, as I just lift it up higher. Flicking my wrists ever so slightly, as the spear of ice goes flying past Will's head and to sink into the beast proper. The lance digging into the bird monster before shattering into shards all over the deck. <br><br>(21 to hit, 16 ice and piercing damage. DC 18 fort save or be stunned for 3 rounds.)<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 20:29:19</strong>
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				The sword danced in Sachi's hand as her companion distracted the creature long enough for her blade to slice at the creature's throat. If not for the metal feathers, that cut might have been its last, it drew blood but did not manage to cut open the creature's neck, but that was a small mercy still. The creature shivered and screeched in pain as it stared at her angrily. <br><br>The spells lashed its wings to the masts as it spread them once more, followed by the force jaw snatching a hold of the creature. As it stood, it was trapped, but based on the rippling muscles on its form, it was temporary at best. This thing was obviously strong, being already on the side of a large creature, and from the looks of it a stronger beast than a bird its size had any business being. Its talons alone the size of short swords, hooked and perfect for a dive attack to snatch someone along with it to the sky.<br><br>It still screamed its wrath out when Will's assault landed on it, slicing along the creature's side. The strike might have missed if it was not pinned, its tough feathers trying to push the blade aside even as will slashed. A few cut feathers falling, losing their metallic shine and reverting a more normal brown shade. <br><br>The slash was accompanied with a screech, before Jayne's landing atop the bird drove her weapon right into the back of the creature's neck with force, a splash of blood coating the nearest two crewmembers charging in and the captain could see the two brave men sink their blades into the now captive creature, stabbing at it. Unfortunately, one of them caught his arm in the webbing nearby, but well away from the trapping talons. As the creature wailed, its wounded, weakened state showed. <br><br>It shook its body harshly, trying to rip free. It had both the web and the jaws to defeat, but it was obvious the creature would eventually wear out&nbsp; its bindings, it had a fair chance at doing so, but for now it was at the mercy of the adventurers.<br><br>It was screeching with cries of pain when struck, the paladins blades hitting it rather hard, revealing an evil nature underneath. This creature might look beastly, but it had a fury that seemed to be cunning enough to make this beast not just angry, but outright evil.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 21:00:26</strong>
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				Smelling the evil just waft up out of the fresh wound her hands had caused, Jayne Shouted out loud, "All glory to you, Bahamuth!"<br><br>Thrusting her hands joined in a diamond pattern (no weapons!&nbsp; just her hands!!&nbsp; ;P) directly into the wound with an overwhelming amount of charisma and raw brute strength, Jayne decisively struck at the creatures spinal column channeling all her power for good to burn into this abysmal creature.<br><br>"Back to Hades with thee!"<br><br>(((OOC:&nbsp; Decisive Strike, Power Attack -5 to hit +5 to damage, Smite Evil (second use of the day) +5 to hit +6 to damage.)))<br><br>Jayne rolls: 1d20m10 Result: 19 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26522)<br>Damage rolls: 1d8m11 Result: 19 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26525), plus additional die of damage rolls: 1d8 Result: 5 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26526)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 21:04:44</strong>
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				Will feels tinge of guilt for exploiting the beast's vulnerable stage for his strike with his blade. Some may mistake his guilt for mercy or compassion, but upon seeing his mithril katana vibrant white glow churning upon flesh of the creature confirms to Will that this bird is not just simple savage beast. But creature of thought who had chosen to be wicked being. His guilt is actually his conscience as knight. He had been taught for many years fight with honorable manner, and so exploiting vulnerable foe like this robs his confidence and sense of honor.<br><br>But he also knows he could not hit without aid of the web and jaws, and also see creature may escape soon to continue spread terror, he swallows his pride with grit of his teeth and shouts; "By the mercy of Bahamuth's claw I shall put you upon permanent rest!" He raises his katana high and strikes powerful horizontal cut aimed towards already opened wound what Sachi's blade did. Hoping sink his blade deeper to cause a more critical injury to the beast and slice it's throat open! After that attack he follows his slash with counter slash, this time aimed to side of bird's face!<br><br>OOC: Loose -1 knight challenge from striking pinned foe. 3 knight challenges left. Striking again pinned foe gives another -1 to knight challenge. Now 2 left. If drained from knight's challenges from doing shameless act, will suffer -2 to all rolls for 24 hours. Anycase perform full attack on the bird. Also note bird is now also in difficult terrain (as Will is adjacent to it). Also bird suffers -6 to all tumble checks to avoid AoO in moving in my threatened area. Special note; Will does not take any benefit from flanking but he provides flanking benefit for others. If Will would take benefit from flanking then it would add additional -1 for knight challenge per day :P.<br><br>Attack 1 hits AC 23 (forgot knight's figthing challenge bonus), doing 7pts slashing magic mithril dmg and 2pts cold dmg<br>At 2011-05-21 13:58:01, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+10 Result: 22 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26523)<br>At 2011-05-21 14:01:40, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d10a+5 Result: 7 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26527)<br>At 2011-05-21 14:02:26, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d6 Result: 2 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26529)<br><br>Attack 2 hits AC 18 (forgot knight's figthing challenge bonus), doing 8pts slashing magic mithril dmg and 5pts cold dmg<br>At 2011-05-21 13:58:13, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+5 Result: 17 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26524)<br>At 2011-05-21 14:01:46, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d10a+5 Result: 8 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26528)<br>At 2011-05-21 14:02:29, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d6 Result: 5 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26530)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 02:23:55</strong>
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				(Did ice lance do some stunning damage?<br><br>Also remember that you get a +4 to attack from spirit jaws pinning the creature. If the DM wants to roll that grapple check for both sides, the spirit jaws have a +13 to grapple.)<br><br>Watching the meat shields get into the thick of it is all well and good, but it just makes it harder to aim spells properly in such a mayhem. Perhaps it is time to switch over to something more less explosion based and into some buff spells. Watching the mayhem all the more while pondering over the amount and selection I have in stock. Then again, most of my buff spells require me to get into melee, and that is not happening!<br><br>Staying far back while casting another equally fun spell, chanting in druidic all the same and waving my arms, flinging my cloak out into the air and getting whirrled up by the upcoming storm. Finally grabbing a handful of pebbles from my bag, before finishing the spell:<br><br><strong>[Giant's Wrath!]</strong><br><br>Flicking the pebble towards the bird, as it changes in midair. Turning into a speeding boulder of increasing size and deadliness, as it goes sailing towards the mayhem.<br><br>(oops, got a 17 on my attack roll. So it is up to the DM to decide what happens to the flying rock of certain squish. And for the record, the boulder will do 2d6+9 blunt damage when it hits something and/or the boat. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 03:07:55</strong>
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				Continuing in her whirl, Sachi parried feathers and talons while Kai worked his taunts and tickles, 'til again Sachi lined up for a mighty swing.&nbsp; <br><br>Kai gets 21 to Aid (DC 10)<br>Sachi (Power Attack 2) 26 to hit for 16 damage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 12:08:14</strong>
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				With the combined efforts, the group gave the beast with wings a through pounding with Jayne's slam to the creature's spine causing a crack, and Will and Sachi attacking slashing the creature's body up drawing more blood along the deck as metallic feathers clanged and were sliced apart, falling and returning to normal colors. The crushing force around the creature's stomach and the webbing over it keeping it from moving anywhere right away, as it tried to pull its wings free and screeched. The boulder fell from the sky, and right at Will. Without warning a young sailor jumped right at Will, pushing the knight to the side. Landing on top of the knight, a blush on the almost feminine face, the young man hurriedly pulled himself up snatching a hold of Will's hand. "Hurry, Ser Knight, that creature is trying to get loose!"<br><br>The boulder had shattered the deck where it struck, where Will had just been. The knight's own reactions might have been enough to avoid it but the young man's jump had pushed him clear out of the way. The young man had just pushed an armored knight more than his own height in distance with a single leap. <br><br>"I ah..." The young man stuttered, turning to flee back towards the door to the belowdeck. <br><br>For captain Sheva though, there was something off. This figure was -not- one of her regular crew. Newcomer maybe but it was not one of those who she had inspired to join with her presence. To Sachi, who was close by, the leap was a bit showing, as lithe, elegant bare feet pushed off the deck with force, leaving a small footprint impression to the deck when he jumped to push Will out of the harm's way. Before Horo and Jayne, the figure's leap seemed, at least from the vantage point a bit higher, to be smooth and elegant in a practiced manner, not like something that was a clumsy desperation to save someone's life.<br><br>Screeching, the trapped bird-beast slumped on the deck, ragged in its breathing, its body badly mauled and broken, it was laying at the borders of death and would bleed to death in moments if left laying there.<br><br>(( OOC: Those who want to, can make a Sense Motive or Spot check against the crewman on the deck if they wish, but devoting time to such costs a Swift action for the round. ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 12:50:06</strong>
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				Will was holding his guard up, the rock which flied from behind him he could had easily pushed aside if he would had been aware of it. But while focusing on the beast he would not had noticed it in time until it had been too late. Then out of suddenly a crewman pounces on him! He's not easiest man to tackle down so he was quite shocked from strength behind the leap! He was knocked loudly on the deck floor, seeing up close femine face of the man before he stutters and runs off. Will keenly analyzed the man and his weird actions while he rised up to stand from prone with his aid and see him run off. He shouts around; "Who or what threw off that boulder?!" He notices the beast mauled, now unconscious and rapidly breathing. He cleans his blade and sheathes his katana while looking the dying beast and says; "This creature is evil definitely, by choice chosen to be wicked being. It's not beast but more manifestation of evil. It must die in name all what's good in this world." Will looks to Jayne, silently look her and give her a nod.<br><br>Jayne would know that Will as a knight cannot raise his blade against helpless foe, not even finish it off. She had seen his guilt grimaced face in battle, she would know Will's sense of honor had been stained in doing shameless act in striking a pinned foe. She can remember one battle where Will forced himself perform tactics which shamed his honor as knight but tactics which most paladins would not had shamed to use. Will stands even among paladins weird, as most paladins would gladly take aid from friend to flank evil to kill it. But as knight Will is bound by rules of fair play in combat. After said battle where he had constantly used said tactics he had been heartbroken, ashamed and felt lost. Melancholy. He only broke off his stupor only after Jayne assigned him to repentance exercises, quite harsh ones, to able forgiven himself before he regained back his confidence.<br><br>Now was not such case, but the stare and silent nod was same as Will asking Jayne to finish off the beast, when he himself cannot. It means his sense of honor has gone quite low in this battle already and he decides not stain it further. After the stare and nod Will moves towards the door to belowdecks, going after the man who had saved his life from boulder.<br><br>Sense Motive check vs crewman<br>At 2011-05-22 05:37:34, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+8 Result: 27 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26544)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 13:13:33</strong>
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				Sachi didn't spend time trying to guess answers from the androgynous beings face.&nbsp; Instead she darted after hir, down into the hold with Kai behing her back sending her hair tossing around her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Her eyes shot to the deck for a moment as she ran, wondering how many of the gendermorphic beings footfalls left imprints in wood.&nbsp; Had she just seen a print in blood?&nbsp; Was it really an inmprint in the oak?&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 13:18:08</strong>
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				Volumes had passed in the moments gaze Jayne shared with Will in the moments after the creatures collapse to the deck.&nbsp; She was perched still behind the things head all spattered with its blood looking absolutely divine, she glowed gold of it.&nbsp; Placing her hands firmly about the well defined jaw of this creature, she spins her grip quickly attempting to break the creatures neck.<br><br>"In the name of Bahamuth, I release thee..."<br><br>***CRACK***<br><br>At just that moment, a ray of the sun shone through the thick and heavy storm clouds with a glancing lance of the most brilliant azure.&nbsp; The clouds reclaimed their gloomy grip upon the sky quickly, but it was all Jayne needed in confirmation that she had performed according to her dieties wishes.&nbsp; She too felt relieved that this... thing... would not plague the area any longer.<br><br>Jumping clear of the now dead creature, Jayne began to asses those that were wounded offering her skills as a cleric of the cloth, militant though her teaching was, she still knew the finer points of restorative magic.<br><br>(((OOC:&nbsp; Coup De Grace)))<br>Jayne rolls: 1d20m10 Result: 17 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26545) to hit!<br>Jayne rolls: 1d8m3 Result: 8 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26546) plus a 1d8 Result: 2 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26547) for a total of 10 damage.<br>(((OOC:&nbsp; DC Fort save of 20 to survive if still left with HP after the CDG)))<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 13:36:51</strong>
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				With the creature's neck snapped, it lay dead along the ship's deck. The large stone remained, having broken more than a few boards, but not doing any irreparable damage, just leaving a hole in the deck that would have to be covered. The wind was blowing the ship along, and the clouds were gathering, but keeping a distance still.<br><br>Bahamut's favor was evident though as a strong wind blowed the ship's sails taut, starting to push the ship along towards its destination. It might take them two days to reach the destination, or perhaps a little less if the wind was that helpful, but it seemed the worst troubles from the journey were now behind them.<br><br>Sachi's eyes could confirm the imprint on the wood, a slender foot had pressed its pattern right into the hard wood of the ship's deck at that leap. Whoever the crewman was, his strength had to be remarkable to push on with such a strength.<br><br>Will's rush belowdeck after the feminine man was accompanied with a few details coming to mind. The jump had&nbsp; been a strong push, the body was not muscular but it had felt very firm even through the armor the knight could tell that body was particularily dense and heavy. There had been a strength in it that could not be attributed to physical muscles alone, not at least what could be seen about the physical muscles on that moment. <br><br>The chest that had been pushing against Will's chest had been firm as well. Feminine or not, it had not felt like a woman's chest when the crewman jumped against him. At least as far as he could tell within an armor. Lastly, those eyes though. They had not been brown, blue or green. Those eyes had been tidepools of crimson when they gazed at Will up close, yet there was no malice in them, unlike usually with that kind of eyes.<br><br>Looking around belowdeck a moment, Will could not spot the person right away. There were only so many places a person could hide on a ship though, and after a short while of looking Will spot the same man nearby, carrying a large coil of rope towards the deck, presumably to replace what the beast had torn in its descent alongside the mast. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 13:49:18</strong>
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				Saying a prayer of thanksgiving and a small portion of a hymn written in praise of Bahamuth, Jayne walked about the deck, satisfied, that all had been looked after.&nbsp; Worried about Will and knowing he would be berating himself just now, she too, headed below decks.&nbsp; Best be out of the way up their in their need to get the ship aright once again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 15:09:44</strong>
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				Will wandered quietly around under deck of the ship, until he found the man again and this time working with the ropes. He silently watched man short moment before he spoke; "I give my personal thanks for making me avoid that boulder, I am on your gratitude. What's your name?" Altough mystery of man's strength mystifies Will but he is not kind of man to start poke and ask questions from man, or person, who had just saved his life probably from heavy nasty boulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 20:04:38</strong>
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				Looking at Will a bit awkward the feminine man spoke carefully. "It was no trouble. I was on the desk anyway but suffering combat paralysis. I couldn't do anything, so I wanted to help out in any way I could." Though he said this seriously, the strength he had already displayed begged to differ on being able to do something. "Anyway, I just acted on impulse." He smiled a bit, holding the rope, slipping against the wall as a pair of crewmen passed Will and the crewman. "I should get to work again, look, I didn't mean to make a fuss, alright? I'm C-" He paused and looked away. "Cross." He nod his head looking at Will seriously. "Ser Knight, there are people who fight and people who dont fight. Even those who dont fight try to support the ones that do however, and the look of a knight is one a fellow should respect." <br><br>He cleared his throat. "Anyhow, I best get going." As he rushed on again, Will could see a belt around the man's waist. Instead of an usual hemp-rope binding or a cheap leather belt, the one he wore seemed older, made of darker leather and metal plates to it, with something inscribed in the buckle on it, but the fellow was rushing off too fast to catch a proper look.<br><br>Passing Jayne in the hallway, the young man paused taking a step back, bowing his head and slipping past her to the deck. <br><br>The ship was being pushed ahead by strong winds, carried towards the horizon, towards the waiting island there in the distance. The skies were darkening, but a strong wind carried the Moth away from it, leading it ahead and away from the storm front.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 20:35:13</strong>
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				Will listened Cross to talk, when he made his last sentence before sailors passed him he replied; "I understand, and my only desire is that someday there would be no need for figthing. But until then I will take the burden of the figthing so there is need less people to get hurt. Anyways thanks again Cross." When man passes him, Will looks curiously on his belt but he is less interested in material matters so he starts walk again in the hallway. He comes upon Jayne in hallway and said; "Hello sister Jayne, good teamwork in that last fight as usual I guess. We did something good today in slaying that evil beast, I can sense it." Will smiles to his words but there is still the haunting feel of shame from breaking his knightly oaths.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 23:42:20</strong>
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				Watching all of this from the safety of distance away from the evil bird. Watching the meat shields proceed to kill the monster, while flicking my ears back and forth to listen in to all of the details of the fight. Also making sure to keep an eye on the sky, since if there is one giant bird around, there could be more. <br><br>Pretending like I had nothing to do with that stray boulder as I keep my focus now to the sea and our bearing. Someone has to make sure that there is not going to be any more dangers about. Keeping the hood of my cloak down for added measure, along with my arms back under it and allowing for the cloak to cover my flesh all the more. <br><br>I don't believe anyone got seriously hurt in this fight. Well besides that one poor fellow that got torn asunder. Hardly anything I can do to save him after something like that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 00:37:11</strong>
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				"Aye, good work indeed.&nbsp; All in the glory of our Divine.&nbsp; What is the story with that one?"&nbsp; She nodded to Cross, whoms name she did not hear.<br><br>The ship was a buzz with what had been done and it felt good to have accomplished something.&nbsp; Even more so, it felt very good to have such a brilliant opening to such a dark and ominous mission.<br><br>"Look," Jayne spoke to Will quietly and firmly, "You did what you had to do, and no one but yourself can forgive you of that.&nbsp; I understand it went against the way you normally fight, you vows as a knight, but we won the day.&nbsp; And the webs and jaws, those were not your doing.&nbsp; But that of others.&nbsp; You are not guilty of that, I promise thee."<br><br>Hoping that he would take her words and move forward with the insight provided, Jayne made her way back to a spot where she could make herself clean.&nbsp; The blood of the bird&nbsp; needed to come off of her and she knew just where that may happen.&nbsp; So away off to the top of the deck once more she went, looking for a chair swing of sorts so she could lower herself into the spray of the ocean.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 00:49:20</strong>
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				Will replied to Jayne; "He is Cross, he said in start of fight he was paralyzed from terror but I have my own doubts about him. Strength what he pulled definitely was not from human of his present frame. But consider he saved my life I do not plan prod if no further oddities occur. He said there are people who fight and who don't fight, but even those who do not fight should help those who fight. So it is his choice decide not use his strength for harm I guess."<br><br>When Jayne made lecture about the fight, Will sighed and he said; "I know, and we did right. But I could had also chosen keep my blade down and just be ready if the bird breaks loose than just butcher like a pig on slaughter house. Even as evil being he has right to fight against me fairly. But I did ask Horo to keep the bird on deck so blame goes to me asking for it without specifying not to pin the bird down completely." Will follows Jayne on the deck, observe repairs and offer aid whenever he can in the process. Otherwise he goes front deck to enjoy the breeze of the wind and watch the roiling ocean.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 14:23:08</strong>
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				The ceremony was well, reasonably unceremonious. And after the recently departed sailor was wrapped and the skipper cast a spell that stopped him decomposing. The captain readied herself for a speech. Without one moral would be lost for during the times of death being reminded of mutual sense of why one is here helps.<br><br><strong>"Well its a great loss to see one of our crew gone so quickly"</strong> Sheva stood firm in the back of the boat and yelled so all could hear.<br><br><strong>"Simon De'Lay, a fine young lad. It is a credit to your senses all of you that we only lost one. Its the quick thinking and sure footing of those who remained, protecting each and everyone else which gives the Moth her virtue. She, the Moth thanks you, and i do too, for we are all her scales. Listen for it in her groans and you will know she feels injured and morns with him gone, such sounds make me sure she feels as a mother would to you all, one who very proudly sees herself as home for. Still its a shame, but regrets ? None of it, he was right to be there and had sharper eyes than all of us. None would have known how quick such an unknown would be. <br><br>Know what I would have paid him will now be added to all your pay, and for those who fall, pry more dont, I will do the same. The Moth and I am not seeking to use you for fortunes, we are hear to deliver them into just hands with worthy hearts and proud valor. Take it please, for him, for her, let it be known the moth values life over coin, for she whispers it, for your mouths are hers. Moth wishes you with her, for without who - who else can she give treasures she finds to, how haunting would it be for her to have memories of you all but none being safe in her arms. Destined to grief over mistakes which didn't see her own settle happily. Such shame will never befall this girl !"</strong><br><br>She slapped a rim with the last word then flipped coin after coin to those assembled, who pocketed it with mixed expressions.<br><br><strong>"Yes I know you may feel slightly guilty having extra coin, his coin. But it is for reason. A reminder. Making this coin more valuable than others. Keep it as your lucky one.<br><br>She wants you all wealthy and settled for the right reasons, protected in a house-anothers arms. Stories soon be sung of you all my friends ! Ones that turn up lips and make sad eyes sparkle ! Yes monstrous nightmares such as the one we bested exist, but if such things we see and prevail as a group over... what about the seas dreams ? What would a taste of such be ? Stay with the Moth my good friends, and you will find out, and drinking it in at a pace which beyond quenches!"</strong><br><br>Sheva smiled her charming best then set about settling the horses, some of which still panicked by the drama. before descending to do so she nodded to the heros in turn then mouthed "thankyou" silently. Without them the moth would indeed be all scales, a sprinkling of them on great sea.<br><br>All the while the ship moved, except for the lurching the birds perching made, her pace unchanged, as if nothing had happened. Sliding across waters that which held ... <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 15:45:55</strong>
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				There was a silent, respectful mood in the air when the captain spoke, every man standing at attention, the ship on the open ocean they did not need to be rushing to the sails all the time, but even so, they were all ready to jump to action any moment if that became necessary. They were paying their respects to their covered companion, silently nodding their heads to the captain's words. The death had shocked them, but their loyalty was unquestioned. There had been some murmuring earlier about the events, but nobody held the captain responsible, what had happened to the crewman was unfortunate but death awaited at sea at times, and they were all aware of it. <br><br>The strong wind carried the ship ahead of the storm, and the night came, along with a meal of fish and fresh vegetables bought at the town by the ship's cook, the soup served was cheap but filling. The corpse of the creature had been pushed to the edge, to be dumped overboard, but a few enterprising crewmembers had first made sure to pluck feathers from the creature before sending it to the waves. <br><br>There was a bit of confusion among some of thew crew about a -footprint- embedded into the wood of the deck, near the spot where the hole left by the stone had been covered, part of the deck covered with a bit of planks nailed over the hole, full repairs of replacing the long boards on the deck would have to wait till they were either at dock or had time to make the planks themselves.<br><br>The second day was almost at its end, and the sky had already darkened, when the shores of the island they had been approaching came to sight. The large island curved like the crescent moon the group had seen on the map before. Its eastern shore held several lights in the distance, small but many, shining light to the distance. In the distance, the tall cliffs of the 'spine' of the island could be seen. Thick vegetation covered most of the western shore once past the sandy shore and the shallows. <br><br>As the ship neared the island, one of the crewman broke to a short curse. "Its going to be hard to pull away from here, the waters are shallow near the western end, and the eastern one is covered with lights. I bet if we set ashore to the east, we'll have a ton of pirates or monsters or something on us the instant we get there. Damn."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 16:24:14</strong>
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				As the lythe fellow moved down the hall coiling the rope, he noted a femine form leaning up against the wall in little clothing, hair falling down her back to her calves.&nbsp; <br><br>Sachi&nbsp; pursed her lips and blue a soft kiss too the candle, flames licking out too light the wick.&nbsp; She smiled at the slender man and offered him the candle.&nbsp; "You're a curious fellow, Cross.&nbsp; I look forewards to getting to know you better."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 16:36:34</strong>
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				<strong>Sachi at the end of 2 days</strong><br><br>Sachi stood on an out of the way section of deck staring out to the land, mentally preparing herself for war, reflecting on those she might leave behind should she die and those who had passed before her into thought alone.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Bahamut, the pearl of my life is small still, but I offer it unto you once again.&nbsp; Should I fall in this battle please gather me into your hoard.&nbsp; If my life pleases you, consider if i am prepared for rebirth amongst your most favored children.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>She grinned and stretched, her sheathed blade over her shoulders and her hair whipping around her.&nbsp; "Isn't it good to be alive," she asked no one in particular.&nbsp; <br><br>Then, upon hearing the challenges the sailors suffered, she offered, "If it helps any, I can swim somewhere to deal with a target or offer a distraction."&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 17:19:11</strong>
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				<strong>Sachi &amp; Cross, Conversation on Deck, Day 1</strong> ((OOC: Played out, but posting for both. ))<br><br>Cross looked at Sachi a bit awkward. The man was a bit of a strange mixture, he had a feminine face as well as a bit lithe body, but while it was slender it lacked the curves of a woman. His outfit was a bit loose, enough to make it hard to say if Cross was a man or a woman for certain, but as he smiled to Sachi a bit of pointed ears could be spotted under the hair. "Well, thank you. I try to help out in any way that I can but I am not entirely sure how easy it will be." Standing before Sachi and taking up the offered candle he spoke a bit warily. "I apologise for my interruption&nbsp; to the fight, it just looked like he might not have noticed in time." Holding the rope he shifted a bit to the side, the sturdy leather belt showing, as well as showing a sigil upon its surface, a draconic mark.<br><br>The redhead grinned and pressed her palms against the deck behind her back.&nbsp; "Oh, I wouldn't apologise for being useful.&nbsp; Especialy not when you suceeded.&nbsp; I was just curious about the footprint you left in the deck."&nbsp; <br><br>"Ah." Cross tensed visibly but then sighed heavily, looking at Sachi. "Lets just say I am stronger than I look, and I have had the luck of being able to invest a bit more on my equipment in the past than the average sailor." Touching the belt he wore, he looked at Sachi seriously. His crimson eyes looking at Sachi up close there for a moment before he averted his gaze. "I plan on trying to help where its possible."<br><br>Sachi nodded, then reached over to touch his shoulder.&nbsp; "Don't be so shy.&nbsp; Thank you for your help.&nbsp; I'll get out of your way now, but I'll be around any time you want someone to talk too."&nbsp; <br><br>Cross sighed and smiled to Sachi, nodding his head a little. "Thank you. I don't want to go too close to that Ser Knight right now though, not after crashing on top of him like that. Would not be proper." As he moved ahead again to get to work though, Sachi could spot something else. The man's sleeves held up the whole time, unlike on most sailors whose outfits sleeves moved a bit depending on what they were doing, but his were held up near wrists, caught up under something. Looking closer, Sachi could see a telltale sign of metallic bracers around Cross' arms near the wrists. <br><br><em>My, my, aren't you decked out.</em><br><br><hr><hr><br><strong>The Moth, Main Deck: Day 2 Evening.</strong><br><br>The sailor that had muttered his concerns first turned to look upon Sachi and raised a brow. Other than Horo that had drawn the attention of several men on the ship earlier with her display of nudity it was obvious that Sachi was getting a fair share of looks, but the crew seemed to be good people that a lady didn't need to fear. Not that Sachi had anything to fear from them anyhow, but still.<br><br>"The shallow waters mean there could be something of a problem leaving the shore fast if we have to, later. Though the new storm may ground us for a while anyway. I hope that all goes well but it wont stop me from worrying at the time. We got a lot of work to be done." The man smiled nonetheless, letting out a laugh. "Ehh, as long as the robed fox doesn't shock anyone with more nudity I think it will be fine. We just dont need any distractions when coming closer to the shore." As he was speaking though, a voice shouted from above. "Hoy! Torch on shore! Torch on shore!" The woman at the crow's nest was pointing towards the shore and holding onto a rope firmly. <br><br>Indeed, at the distance at the shore of the island, on the western shore they were headed to, a lone torch could be seen burning. It was still at a rather long distance, and it was getting dark. The eyes on the woman in the crow's nest had to be good, but then again she was doing her job seriously from the looks of it. <br><br>Whether or not the shadow of the ship had already been seen was unanswered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 17:27:19</strong>
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				Sachi made the gesture of the opened eye to improve the perceptions and reactions of the crew.&nbsp; Then she quietly cast on herself her two favorite wards.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Everyone within 30 feet of Sachi gets +2 to Listen, Spot, and Initiative.</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 20:26:05</strong>
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				Doing my best to be sultry while on the boat, teasing the crew at all of the right and wrong moments. Enjoying the attention while giving the boys all the more showcasing of naughty Horo. Giggling at any of their jokes and stories and just being so damn nice to them and as often as possible. Since if I am going to get stuck on this boat for a few days, might as well make some friends. <br><br>When we do reach the island, I keep watch on that location, just like most people, as the crew finishes their preparations or what ever they do with large wooden death traps. Watching and waiting for the boat to get closer to shore, and seeing what my other fellow comrades have to think about that light. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 02:04:32</strong>
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				Jayne would speak to all about the joys and benefits of serving the platinum dragon, Bahamuth, singing his praises and offering blessing after blessing.&nbsp; It is what she did when she wasnt fighting or figuring out a problem, she apostatized...<br><br>In her wanderings over the couple of days, she would get back to the one she had met and learned of before, Sachi, and her elemental, Kai.&nbsp; Perhaps an enlightened discussion would ensue about their shared diety, maybe she would keep silent about her own patron...<br><hr>Upon reaching the island, Jayne would call forth her mount and take a circular approach approach to looking over the island for any tell tale clues to where they should start their search first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 13:18:43</strong>
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				After a brief talk with the skipper their common tactic was adopted.<br><strong><br>"Keep the moth circling in open waters, when dropping the rowboat off or picking it up, plan to meet it half way to the shallows, but only venture if you see it in the water and no other ships are about. If ships appear run, return every odd day to this spot and blink the light seven times - just after dusk. Our return signal is nine flashes."<br></strong><br>This did make for a bit of rowing unfortunately. especially with shallows so long for this island. But the moth being caught would doom all. None left on board knew how to fight except Lisa, and as experienced as she was she was no soilder.<br><br><strong>"The hero's go first the mounted crossbowmen later, the rest stay aboard. Remember low profile. Pirate ships and warships are likely. Return every day at just after dusk - signal, then every odd day afterwards. Our return signal is nine flashes. After 11 days assumed we failed and the Moth's your lady Lisa"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 14:13:56</strong>
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				Off they would go, flying about tree top level, skimming the coast of the island to better back up the picture the old guilds man had given them.&nbsp; She looked specifically for altars or other sites of dark evil magic, blow holes for furnaces far beneath that she knew were there, deep in the bowels of the island.&nbsp; Lastly, she would look for any active volcanic activity and thoroughly investigate before returning to alight upon the beach waiting for the rest of the crew and heroes that had joined them for the journey.<br><br>(((OOC:&nbsp; Looking for evil and a dismal spot check coming...&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Spot check rolls: 1d20m2 Result: 15 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26701) )))
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 16:51:09</strong>
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				Will spend first day under the decks, doing silent redemption with his self but after bit rest and some food he was back his normal self. Going up to the deck watch sea rolling around the ship when they approached the island. Hearing Catpain Sheva's proposal he nods and asks; "Sounds good, but how you plan transport horses and riders on the shore? Anycase we can be cautious first and if we can secure the shore and build some basic fortification you could sail ship closer and so let horses in. Once we know what we are facing. So far as we know there is nothing friendly down there in the island." While Jayne had been preaching sort, Will is not preaching about Bahamuth as he was more man of deeds. Altough he would likely join in with any discussion Jayne and Sachi had regarding Bahamuth and Sachi's mentor and her aspirations.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 00:21:18</strong>
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				The preparations began to take place immediately, the rowboat lowered soon to wait for the group of heroes to board it and be carried ashore at the western end of the island, on the sandy beach. The crew was rushing to keep the ship in motion, the woman in the crow's nest keeping a sharp eye on the light in the distance.<br><br>Flying over the island's shore, Jayne could see little else than the lone light on the western shore of the island, the thick trees making it hard to tell what lay ahead however. Flying further north looked risky however, as she soon spotted a pair of guard-towers built along a short stretch of plains there. They were guarding that beach, back where the cliffs began, where the ground began to rise quickly. There was no wall, but the watchtowers had been built with a good view of their surroundings, and from what she could tell in the air, ample light. <br><br>It would take a while to reach them though, and before it there was the beach, and a fair bit of forest to cross through. Beyond that was hard to say without flying into areas that might be even more guarded.<br><br>The lone torch moving at the western beach appeared to belong to a lone robed figure, waving it at the direction of the ship. It was obvious from above that the figure had already spotted the ship as well, despite its presence at a dark ocean clouded by the shadows of the approaching storm. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 13:40:59</strong>
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				Horses could be lowered onto rowboats - but it was hazardous, and best to be avoided. Ideally a jetty or a semi-beached alighting would be faster. But without such many had to a horse or two in the boat while it was rowed - some trying to keep it calm. Long pitched shallows was common for places without much wind so it would be possible, and the only option unfortunately.<br><br>Waiting for the rowboat to make its rounds to drop them all off was painful, but necessary.<br><br>On the beach doing so Sheva groomed her own horse to calm her nerves. She had little tactics training, most of her involvement concerned negotiating trade rates. She had one or two escort missions with her mounted archers but they went smoothly, no enemy - no problems. Easy money.<br><br>This was different. Within hours of being on sea that strange creature struck. Nothing like she had heard before, and news travels quickly and thoroughly for such things even false ones. It just sliced through one of her crew like he wasn't even there. Sheva shivered. Miracle that it was only one. <br><strong><br>"Thank gods your here"</strong> she said to the other heros on the beach absent mindedly. <br><br><strong>"I have a feeling none of us would come back alive if we tried this on our own."<br></strong><br>When crossbowmen had finally arrived they saw to being on their horses quickly. The horses couldn't be more pleased to be on open ground again and were circling about those assembled with eagerness that made Sheva's horse want to join them. Sheva let her ... and soon her own horse was trying to join in doing some warm-up formation riding. <br><br>The soldiers were scared. But unfortunately Proud. All had polished their new breastplate until it was sparkling. Hmm shame. Probably not a good idea considering. Some of the heros were scouting for their own reasons.<br><br>The right decision concerning the crossbowmen's involvement Sheva knew would be crossroads for more than her own life. They had not seen much action and they knew the heros did that work for the monster. They may be biting to prove their worth, perhaps too eagerly so. Still their armour was polished. If anything was going to work with a small team assaulting a place that's well entrenched being proud and loud may not be the hottest of ideas. This had to be done in a way to keep morale um. <br><br><strong>"Remind me to get you surcoats - for you all will blind us all before you blind them with your splendor!"</strong> Sheva waved at the breastplate of the closest soilder and squinted like it was blinding her already <br><br>It was a hint that was put in the kindest way that being seen now would be foolish. Being on horseback was pushing it enough. <strong>"For my own sake would you all dull them a little ? Some oil and little ash would do the trick. Dull and mat please !"</strong><br><br>Admist chuckles they sort to doing so. Structure and knowing what to expect next help many relax, so Sheva spoke of a plan even if it wasn't one they would necessary follow. She wanted to keep them out of trouble, but needed to do so without insulting them. <br><br><strong>"Let the horses need to stretch their legs for as long as they need"</strong> Hmm, perhaps horses were too much trouble... how much more options would not having them give her ? But then again they also gave options in their own regard. Depends on numbers of people really. <br><br><strong>"We will let the horses get rid of energy for a while but each of you will be assigned as the henchman of one of the others with me, do whatever they say. If it sounds ridiculous do it anyway, even if its just carrying stuff or making distractions somehow. They saved us before with that bird. And I trust they will do so before with each of you more than I trust myself."</strong><br><br>There, hopefully that was enough. Some breathed out a sigh of relief knowing they would have one of heros nearby. Stress shoulders relaxed on the others. They were worried about that not happening. Who could blame them. Hopefully the heros will not dispense of them or overestimate how experienced they were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 19:08:25</strong>
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				Will stood among the breastplated recruits, his presence brought them more courage and confidence than usually they had. Also he kept calming inspiring speech to them; "Altough we heard the leading members of the horde are experienced mercenaries but most lot will be tribal menace. Unlikely they have horses and there is reason why most ultimate military force are mounted and having armors. I will be leading the charges with you and I will draw ire of the enemy, just focus protect your life first most and exploit any weaknesses enemy haves." Altough Will is a knight he lets others fight whatever suits them or as he said; helps keep them survived. He continues; "If things go hot I can command you to retreat, and this case you do not spread like bird swarms which get plucked one at the time. Stick together and move in formation both in and out of battle. When you ride together you can aid each other to escape. I myself will try buy you much of time as you can. Trust me and others, we will seek your wellfare first before success of the mission. If we succeed, you all will become heroes which local area will know and you can easily pick handfuls of admiring wenches from taverns which had heard about your heroics." Will had also asked Captain Sheva spare one horse for himself, as unlike Jayne he does not have mount yet but he is far more trained in mounted combat than she is.<br><br>OOC: Aura of courage along with inspiring morale speech. <br><br>Diplomacy (inspire confidence)<br>At 2011-05-25 12:06:34, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+8 Result: 17 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26744)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 20:00:50</strong>
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				Sachi was pleased with the care the fighters took of their gear.&nbsp; After the speeches, she chose out the smallest of the men and crossed to him.&nbsp; "What is your name, marine?&nbsp; And introduce me to your beast."&nbsp; <br><br>The lad simultaneously snapped to attention, blinked, and flushed at being addressed by the redhead in the tastefully alluring garb.&nbsp; "Calton, ma'am.&nbsp; This girl is Mist."&nbsp; Sachi gave the grey mare a careful inspection, a soft smile crossing her lips.&nbsp; "You've taken good care of her.&nbsp; Do you think she can carry us both tonight?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 20:52:52</strong>
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				Glad to be off of that small boat, filled with horses and shiny metal armor. Ugh, so glad to get off of there! Landing onto the sandy beach and stretching as well, my perfectly fluffy tail stretching behind me and lifting up my cloak in the process. Stretching my arms up into the air as well, further exposing my front side to the crew and any others watching. When I do get that all done with, I take a further look over the beach and the surrounding woods. Wondering what lays in there, while giving myself a nice fang filled smile. <br><br><strong>"Well if you will excuse me fellow adventurers, but I might as well do some scouting while you set up a base of operations."</strong><br><br>Taking my time in casting two spells on myself, getting through with the druidic spellcasting and laying the buffs onto myself. With that done, I throw off the cloak from my shoulders, fully exposing my naked body to the elements. With only a small bag to my hip and a amulet around my neck, as I do one final stretch before shapeshifting. <br><br>Without any warning or signal on my part, I suddenly change into a wolf, with lustful brown and white fur. Taking a snuff of the air before bounding into the woods, as far off from those towers as possible. Wanting to just scout the surrounding woods in and around the beach landing, and to see if there are any tracks. <br><br>(I casted longstrider and scent on myself. I now have a 60 foot land speed, pass without trace, can travel through thick woods without trouble, scent ability, and freedom of movement. Longstrider lasts for 6 hours, scent for 1 hour.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 03:04:36</strong>
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				Jayne is moved by Will's speech as always, he had such a command of the spoken word.&nbsp; Tearing her eyes away, she considered Sheva's offer and wondered if she should even bother trying to double mount her steed with a crossbowman...&nbsp; <br><br>"Will, I will stay just in front of us at tree top level, if the canopy persists, I may just dismount if the time comes and engage from the tree tops."&nbsp; Jayne will cast a protection spell on herself and share it with her mount.<br><br>(((OOC: Mage Armor, +4 for both monk and mount for the next 7 hours or something, do I need to roll a d20 for arcane failure?)))
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 06:17:57</strong>
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				The group assembled on the beach without trouble, but the man with the torch was gone when the boat returned on its last trip. The horsemen ready to head on forth, the ship carrying its crew still at the open ocean, the storm approaching, promising to leave the group stranded for a while if their ship didn't seek appropriate shelter soon. There were some safe havens in nearby small islands with deeper shores perhaps.<br><br>Will's speech got the attention of the soldiers, and already advised by Sheva, they seemed ready to tackle anything this place might throw at them, their morale high and their confidence soaring. The spells were cast and readied with due time, no trouble interfering with the preparations of the group.<br><br>Horo's sudden departure caught the eyes of several men, and a few even lost the reigns of their horses for a short while just staring at her rushing off so, no doubt having an image in mind for a while afterwards. <br><br>Sachi's companion smiled to her warmly offering his hands to help boot her up to the back of the horse, a friendly expression on his face. Though he wanted to be close to the woman the young man didn't seem one to try anything stupid, appreciating his good fortune in itself that she seemed interested in sharing a horse. <br><br>Horo in the meanwhile was making good distance in the woods, picking up something by her nose that was not seen from the air above earlier. The smell of blood, fresh blood. There was a trail of it leading deeper into the woods, but this blood wasn't animal like. It was more like the smell of the men at the ship. It was human blood.<br><br>There was a mixture of smells like burnt leather, a stinging eye-watering smell of like someone had poured grounded chili right into her nose and it was every bit as hot as it was to the tongue, as well as a scent of sweat that was only barely covered by a thick, greasy smell of something that that hadn't washed for days. <br><br>There were tracks on the ground, first one seeming to be mixed with small bits of blood, leading away, another of a larger group that had left a stronger smell, heading towards the tip of the island's shore. The direction of the crew's landing, too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 13:40:09</strong>
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				(OOC: THere is a spare horse, lisa is staying on the ship so hers is free for someone to use if they want to)<br><br>Sheva indicated a spare horse for those looking to join them. and then considered how certain the knights commands to the crossbowman were. Knights do this to men in battle. That is why they are so valuable. Its not what they can do. But how well they keep the REST of those with them doing which makes them walking miracles. Some knew tactics also and strategy, and&nbsp; this knight sounded like he knew them and thought them through too. <br><br><strong>"Soilders, I am sure you agree letting the Knights command you would likely keep you all alive more likely than a sorceress with the temper and impatience you have all seen before. On the ship you answer to me, when on land you answer to them both"<br></strong><br>They nodded quickly and saluted the knights in turn. Usually people don't like being handed about as such but when death or fame was tinkering, what works was everything. All felt better for it. They knew Sheva too focused on finances for time for such things.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 14:23:17</strong>
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				<em>OOC: There's only been one post after my own last post, but I thin keveryone is just waiting the game to move on, so I'm moving ahead then.</em><br><hr><br>The riders and the people walking ahead to the forest came under cover of the branches soon enough, making a path as they went ahead. A pair of soldiers at the front kept cutting down vegetation to make way ahead. The beach had ended far too quickly, with wood and stone pushing out to the waterline at both directions, more beach showing up later on, but they were divided into sections it seemed, so the only real way ahead was through the woods. <br><br>As the group was pushing ahead in the forest Horo was a bit ahead in the woods, near the blood trail left in the woods there. There was also the steps that seemed to lead back towards the direction of the rest of the group. <br><br>The crew was prepared and ready as it moved ahead, the heroes moving ahead in silence. Sachi, Jayne and Will near the front, with Sheva close up as well, and Horo somewhere ahead to scout. It seemed like the dark evening was starting fairly well, there was a bit of deep shadows all around, but no problems had raised their head just yet.<br><br><em>((OOC: I want a spot &amp; listen roll from everyone, matching DC 20 permits the group to act on the 'surprise' round. Sachi, does your bonus still apply to the group? If so, I believe it was +2 for the folks benefit. Follow by rolling initiative. Also, the following assumes you fail your listen &amp; spot, if you succeed, act freely on the surprise round too, and I'll check things after your rolls and actions. ))</em><br><br>Just after that thought occured to one of the soldiers he let out a yell as an arrow embedded itself into his arm, a mere fleshwound but looking painful still.<br><br>Group of six orcs rushed into formation in front of the group, with longspears held out, and behind them, six more orcs approached with longspears at the ready. Behind these, in the forest proper, the group could count a quick look of at least eight orcs holding bows, partly in cover behind trees, taking half cover whenever possible while taking aim at the group. Two arrows shattering in front of Jayne into the protective field of the magic. Two more arrows flew towards Sheva but fell short, hitting the ground between a pair of horses. One arrow closed in on Sachi, slashing past her, missing her. Last two arrows made their direction right at a female crew member atop a horse, a yelp sounding out as she fell from the saddle, an arrow seen sticking out of her throat as she fell, the other clicking against her armor and shattering, showing the purchase was worth its cost, but the damn orcs had some nasty aim or nasty luck.<br><br>"Load! Aim!" Someone was shouting loudly, as the group could now spot a woman atop a tall branch nearby, with a dark skin, crimson eyes, and white hair, and an outfit of darkened leather that had not made a sound before she shouted. In her hands she held a light crossbow, a bolt loaded but not yet fired. "First Squad, Advance, Second Squad, Advance!" The orcs obeyed, starting to move in with a marching pace. <br><br><em>In perfect order, perfect formation. 10 feet of sharp spears pointing at the group, and another row of speartips at 5 feet again, they were pushing towards the horses and blocking the path towards their archers, there was no open ground to ride over to the archers from there. The orcs were blocking the whole 30 feet wide forest path. They stand just 20 feet from closest adventurers, and 10 additional feet from Sheva. The archers in turn are divided among trees, but as far as 30 to 50 feet away for the front row (Jayne, Will, Sachi). </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 14:38:15</strong>
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				Bonus still applies.&nbsp; +2 intiative, listen, and spot to everyone but Horo (who is too far away.<br>Spot 17<br>Initiative 10<br><br>(http://gamesnet.vo.llnwd.net/o1/gamestar/objects/114972_main.jpg)<br><br>Sachi yelped as thick orc arrows rained out of the night, crying again in sympathetic pains as one of the brave ones went down with a shaft in the throat, surely beyond her help.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hands tightened on the falchion sheathed in the lance cup, rage growing.&nbsp; If she could not save, then it was time to avenge.&nbsp; The girls eyes flashed with flame.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 16:08:00</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Surprise</strong></span><br><br>Spot: 22 (able act in surprise round)<br>At 2011-05-28 08:32:33, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+4 Result: 22 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26804)<br><br>Will was sharply alert, he knew they were in hostile island and that is not welcoming strangers. Also the odd torch user left him doubt; was it lure for trap? Either case he held shield and blade ready for trouble.....and trouble he saw! He shouted to folks around him slightly too late; "Watch out! Ambush! Bahamuth, bless us with your aid!" By call on his god his shining mithril blade shined in vibrant blue light which swirled across the whole party, a faint roar of dragon accompanies the light which brings courage and will on everyone in soon to come battle!<br><br>OOC: As standard action during surprise round Will cast Bless spell. Next 2 minutes everyone get +1 to attack rolls and +1 vs fear (which stacks with Will's and Jayne's own auras vs fear for total +5).<br><hr><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Act on iniative 12 on Round 1</strong></span><br><br>Upon seeing the most halo of missiles were useless expect one pierced throat of a girl among his charge. Then he saw his foes; bunch of orcs, archers and one fiendish looking woman in tree branch! Will was mounted but he knew mounted figthers against spearmen are useless! Suicidal even. But he knows he needs break that tactical deadly formation! So he skillfully dismounts from his steed in swift action, raising his shield high he shouts; "Bahamuth, bless my shield with your power!" Will's shield starts shine in radiant blue and white light, making colors of his shield give slight illumination in the darkness and make the blue background with white dragon head with blue gem be shining focus to all his foes for time being. He makes short step forward, slapping his blade against his shield and shouting to the orcs in inspiring defiant manner; "Come and face me you wretched green scum! Come if you dare trade blows blade by blade! Are you so scared you clutter together like scared children with pointy sticks?! Against a single man! Think you have what it takes bring me down! If there is any size in your dicks to able call yourself as a man then come strike me!"<br><hr><br>OOC: Dismount as free action, then use move action for Divine Shield (+3 to AC for 6 rounds). Standard action goes for Test of Mettle. Free action to appoint the fiendish woman in tree as target for Shield Block ability. It affects all foes in 100'ft radius to roll will save DC 16 to avoid from not to charge/attack Will the next round. Note; if foe has ranged weapon in their hands they use it, if they got spear they use spear. But I wish the IC speech will encourage/taunt orcs to drop spears and go crazy melee charge him for close combat so I get some use for my combat reflex+hold the line feats. Hold the line allows me perform AoO against 3 foes who charge him. But I guess it triggers also from spears with reach but that case Will uses AoO to try sunder the spear tips before they strike him.<br><br>Anyways Will has now 28 AC vs melee attacks, 33 vs ranged attacks (thanks lesser augment crystal in shield), 29 (melee)/34 (ranged) vs fiendish woman in the tree. Note; threatened area around Will is counted as difficult terrain (movement wise) and any foes who try tumble past get -6 penalty to tumble checks. I rolled the AoO in below along with dmg rolls, but if orcs attack with spears and aim all of them on Will, that case he uses AoO to try sunder them (no AoO from doing sunder as AoO). Also note that if orc cannot reach hit Will while as part of formation.....that case orc breaks the formation to able get spot to hit Will. Even go so far as perform double move action. Anyways hope that spear orcs charge before archers done reloading and so archers get -4 penalty to hit melee target :P.<br><br>Iniative: 12<br>url=/forums/dicebot.php?r=26818]At 2011-05-28 09:06:45, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+4 Result: 12[/url]<br><br>Ride check DC 20 = Passed (dismount as free action)<br>At 2011-05-28 08:48:13, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+10 Result: 24 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26807)<br><br>AoO 1: Hit AC 24, doing 11pts mithril magic dmg and 1pt cold dmg (or 24 attack roll vs orc attack roll)<br>At 2011-05-28 08:59:13, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+11 Result: 24 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26808)<br>At 2011-05-28 09:01:29, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d10a+4 Result: 11 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26811)<br>At 2011-05-28 09:01:52, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d6 Result: 1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26814)<br><br>AoO 2: Hit AC 21, doing 7pts mithril magic dmg and 2pt cold dmg (or 21 attack roll vs orc attack roll)<br>At 2011-05-28 08:59:20, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+11 Result: 21 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26809)<br>At 2011-05-28 09:01:33, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d10a+4 Result: 7 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26812)<br>At 2011-05-28 09:01:55, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d6 Result: 2 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26815)<br><br>AoO 3: Hit AC 18, doing 12pts mithril magic dmg and 6pt cold dmg (or 18 attack roll vs orc attack roll)<br>At 2011-05-28 08:59:24, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+11 Result: 18 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26810)<br>At 2011-05-28 09:01:35, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d10a+4 Result: 12 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26813)<br>At 2011-05-28 09:01:58, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d6 Result: 6 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26816)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 20:33:42</strong>
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				(((OOC:&nbsp; I rolled a natural one on initiative, lol, 4 overall, gonna see what all those with higher initiative do before Jayne goes. )))
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 20:42:53</strong>
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				(24 on both spot and listen. 20 on initiative. I also have no idea where I am, since there is no map. I'm assuming that I am 30 feet or so off into the side woods, and can hear and see mostly everything, with those rolls.)<br><br>While sniffing the blood trail and wondering where this came from, I hear the cries of the crewman off to the right, following by more yelling and the snap of bowstrings. Well this has just gotten quite interesting, especially for me. No need to get caught out here by myself by scores of angry and ugly orcs. Running back to the group and easily spotting them, with the pally being all extra shiny and screaming his head off. Ducking behind a tree off by the path and changing back into wolfgirl form, before preparing to cast a spell. Pointing my hand at the group while the spell completes in druidic:<br><br><strong>["Obscuring Mist!"]</strong><br><br>Fog springing up from nowhere envelops the orc archers, which should do wonders to protect them from arrows for the time being. Taking position behind a tree and having total cover in the meanwhile. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 23:54:23</strong>
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				((OOC: Just waiting for Sheva's actions right now then, and then starting this through, and Horo was ahead scouting, but hmm figure she might reach the place after the shout, the battle is going to be fairly loud and the forest area she went scouting into isn't that far away. I'd still say it takes Horo more than 1 round to return back to the others though. I'd say, in the interest of not being a jerk and keeping her out of combat, that she moves the full move rate after the noise, arriving at the start of round 3. Fast wolf, and that running of x4 speed helps out a bit. On the plus side, Horo will appear -behind- the Orc line-up.<br><br>Jayne, alright I'll see how it all turns out, I just need Sheva's input to get things going, seeing how it appears Jayne reacts last I'll just leave it open for her to finish the round then and move on to the next round, though I imagine Sachi will give her actions (As in, Muse telling me what Sachi does on her turn), her going after Will's taunt and the orc-rush. If Sheva scores over 14 for init, she is along there with Will, before the Orcs. ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 01:28:08</strong>
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				(( OOC: could any do the rolls for me - or the storyteller just choose the outcoem based on role play or what works for the plot&nbsp; ))<br><br>Two squads spearman and archers. It seemed that some mist was forming about the archers.<br><br>Hmm whoever thought of that Sheva could kiss. Damn that spell was glorious Sheva thought to aid her own to the mix. While the others sprang into action Sheva cast grease on the area of the approaching spearman ... and Web on the archers being obscured in the mist<br><br>Hopefully this would be enough to give the soliders enough of an ace to not have more deaths befall her group. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 02:59:27</strong>
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				Will's challenge was met with the rushing orcs of the group breaking off, with four of the orcs breaking formation immediately, rushing at him, and three more leaving their place a moment later, to the annoyance of the woman in the tree. The charging orcs tried to spear Will, but his attacks snapped spear after another. Breaking the first, shattering the second's shaft in two and cracking the third. Only to see the last spear coming right at his face. The shield's power was there though, and Bahamut was watchful, that spear shattered against the shield's surface, leaving Will without even a single scratch, but with four orcs missing their spears now, going for their swords at their sides. The three other orcs nearing but being blocked from attacking by their friends. Just then a hail of arrows left the archers bows, with three of them cracking against Jayne's protection, but one got through, slashing her cheek in its passing, nicking a small cut along her skin by luck more than skill. <br><br><em>((OOC: Jayne got hit for 2 damage, minimal thing but still))</em><br><br>Four other arrows had headed for Will, but the Paladin's shield held. The rain of arrows fell useless. Orcs with spears neared Sheva in formation, trying to thrust those spears up at her, with Sheva's own soldiers in the way, protecting her, keeping the orcs back blocking their spears this time around. <br><br>Just as Sheva was about to cast however, a 'thwong' sound could be heard above, and a crossbow bolt struck her squarely in the chest. Its impact was enough to hurt, and what's worse, a second later it was like liquid fire was in her veins.<br><br>The bolt literally burst to fire after embedding in her flesh, thankfully vanishing with it but leaving a burnt, nasty wound. <br><br>The next moment her spell went off though, and the three orcs before Sheva's men began to wobble and fell flat on their ass screaming and dropping their spears. Even one of the orcs heading for will slipped and landed ungracefully on his ass on the ground, staring up with a dull expression after the brief flight he had experienced when both his legs slid, one ahead, one back. <br><br>The poor orc landed down in a manner that made the male soldiers wince and close their legs tightly together, as the orc screamed in horror and fainted. <br><br><em>((OOC: Sheva got hit the moment she began casting her grease spell, someone tried to interrupt. Sheva can continue, her save was rolled for her, but she still took 4 damage from the bolt, and 3 more from the fire. Also, the fainted orc... critically fumbled... <br><br>Now... Sachi and Jayne... your turn to act... and after Jayne, we move to Round 2 immediately, so Will go ahead as well.)) </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 10:17:49</strong>
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				<strong>Jayne:<br>58 / 60 hp.&nbsp; AC = 23 (19 + 4 for mage armor).&nbsp; Initiative = 4. </strong><br><br>Watching Will sent fire through her veins, <em>literally</em>.&nbsp; She was so invigorated by the call to arms and the subsequental foray of melee prowess, that she was held for a moment in awe of her brothers talents.&nbsp; When the arrow slit her cheek, however, she came to.&nbsp; Realizing that she had Orcs without spears and reeling to react, she pounced on the closest in front of her with her own attack, bringing fist hard to the chest of a foul green skinned abomination.<br><br>(((OOC:&nbsp; Decisive Strike )))<br><br>Jayne rolls: 1d20m10 Result: 20 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26839) with damage rolls: 1d8m3 Result: 5 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26840),&nbsp; &nbsp;rolls: 1d8 Result: 1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26841).<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 11:34:56</strong>
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				<div align="center">Sheva (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106944.0)<br></div><br>(OOC I will try and finish the spell(s) ... greese on the orc spearmen (which worked) <br>then web on the archers (which was interrupted) ... if she can keep from fainting .. )
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 11:57:32</strong>
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				Sachi grinned and hissed in draconic, "Fire shield us."&nbsp; Phantom flames erupted from her in all directions.&nbsp; At a glance some might expect such an effect to burn all in the area.&nbsp; This effect was very different, and the aura sank into all her friends and allies in thirty feet and their it waited for any to do them harm.&nbsp; <br><br>Sachi drew her falchion and rolled it before her, beginning the dance of blades with which she defended herself from the line of orcs, but this was merely a defensive stance.&nbsp; Grinning wily, flames licked up her lips, momentarily showing the image of a feminine jack o lantern as her hair whipped wildly in the wind before she unleashed a cone of fiery breath upon the orcs.&nbsp; <br><br>"Form up,"Sachi bellowed out, "Mercs to the front, captan second rank, crossbows third rank.&nbsp; Crossbows, concentrate you fire."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 13:40:22</strong>
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				Kai descended into the hole in the front line left by the crossbowmen and held it.&nbsp; The little air elemental didn't try too attack anyone that wasn't actively trying to force passed her, just defended herself and pummeled any who tried to force passed.&nbsp; <br><br>She wasn't the biggest thing to keep a shield wall going, but improvisation was an art form.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 19:26:39</strong>
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				Will took in the assaults, shattering spears before they hit and one spears striking through but end up shattered by his shield. Will whispers thanks for Bahamuth for good fortune. He deflected archers arrows with his shield and seeing chaos what his taunt has brought brings smile to his lips. Altough man of law and justice he knows his role is to send foes to disarray and taunt them attack him instead more vulrenable allies. Seeing orcs draw blades he takes step side, holding blade ready he taunts; "Now's that's the spirit! Draw your butterknives and see can you even land one scrap on me pitiful excuses of warriors!"<br><br>OOC: 5'ft step so that all orcs got 10'ft charge line towards Will, taunting them charge and attack him so he can again use hold the line. He holds readied action to attack first orc who reaches melee with him. Same AC values as before and same shield block target.<br><br>Readied attack, Hits 16 AC, doing 8pts slashing magic mithril dmg and 6pts cold dmg<br>At 2011-05-29 12:21:29, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+11 Result: 16 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26843)<br>At 2011-05-29 12:22:01, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d10a+4 Result: 8 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26847)<br>At 2011-05-29 12:22:21, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d6 Result: 6 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26850)<br><br>AoO 1, Hits 29 AC, doing 14pts slashing magic mithril dmg and 3pts cold dmg<br>At 2011-05-29 12:21:37, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+11 Result: 29 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26844)<br>At 2011-05-29 12:22:05, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d10a+4 Result: 14 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26848)<br>At 2011-05-29 12:22:24, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d6 Result: 3 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26851)<br><br>AoO 2, nat 1 (so miss)<br>At 2011-05-29 12:21:42, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+11 Result: 12 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26845)<br><br>AoO 3, Hits 24 AC, doing 6pts slashing magic mithril dmg and 4pts cold dmg<br>At 2011-05-29 12:21:45, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+11 Result: 24 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26846)<br>At 2011-05-29 12:22:10, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d10a+4 Result: 6 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26849)<br>At 2011-05-29 12:22:27, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d6 Result: 4 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=26852)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 12:49:57</strong>
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				<em>((OOC: My mistake there, I seem to keep making them at a rate I begin to wonder if you'll even want me for a DM for long like this. Anyhow, I wondered why Sheva was going for 2 spells in 1 round without metamagic before recalling she was using the surprise round too. Such a mistake, ugh. Well, her second spell goes into effect too, my apologies on that to Kate, I worry that I'm already frustrating her too much. Though one thing worries me, I didn't see Sheva's HP anywhere. <br><br>Actually, it seems that there was discussion over the HP question in the main thread but no unified decision was told. I ended up thinking of having said maximum Hit Points for the starting levels in the end after enough questions, but doubting I recalled to post that then. Ugh, seriously, I apologise I am not doing a very good job gming to a group over the forums. I am not giving up, but apologising for the trouble.))</em><br><br>Sheva's second spell went into effect swiftly, the webbing launching from her hands and&nbsp; bursting to a net that tangled five of the orcs eight archers, and screams were heard as the orcs struggled to pull their arms and bows free, only ending up bound worse. Her magic held the orcs firm, and had the others prone on their face in grease. <br><br>Jayne's fast attack left the orc drawing its sword to stare at her with horror, before the loud crack of breaking bones when the sheer impact of her weapon lifted the orc's corpse slightly into the air. At least this orc wasn't going to be a bother to them anymore.<br><br>Sachi's orders were followed quickly by Sheva's men, though there was one shout. "Captain, our comrade still lives! Barely, but she lives!" One of the soldiers was touching the fallen woman with an arrow through the neck. It seemed that miraculously, the wound that had looked lethal had not been instantly so at least, and the soldier was holding the woman trying to staunch the bleeding there. <br><br>Three heavy repeating crossbows rose and began to fire, and the wail of the orcs was intensified by the sound of bolts embedding themselves to the flesh, the soldiers each scored a lethal hit on one of the orcs, dropping the number of Orcs in the front-line to half of what it used to be just a little time before. Twelve orcs down to seven, and archers tied down so only three of them stood, the team had effectively halved the enemy strength already.<br><br>Sachi's commands were followed by a pillar of flame however, and the greased orcs screamed in horror as Sheva's grease helped the flames burn more intense, and the flames literally burnt the flesh from their bones, collapsing piles of ashen remains all that was left of the three orcs that were caught directly in front of the blast. That left the front-line down to 4, 3 of them before will, 1 of them near Sachi, and with Jayne in position to reach either of them next. Or given the way the front line had collapsed, reaching the archers too.<br><br>"Short steps, don't give them any openings!" The shouting at the treetop ordered the orcs, that moved a short 5-ft step closer to Will there, too guarded to attack the way he had intended. Will's attack only connected with one of the orcs, and even then barely. Two swords rose, the orcs fought with a legionaire's defence, shielding one another up close. Someone had drilled them to fight. Nonetheless, the attack was still too good for the orcs, and the knight's sword was painted a bit red before the chill burst into the orc's wound and it collapsed with a guttural scream. <br><br>That only left two orcs attacking Will, and swords slammed against his shield, pounding at it, trying to find an opening in his stance, trying to hit him, but to no luck.<br><br>The three archers still standing seemed to have a remarkable strength of will to not retreat while watching their comrades get butchered, raising their bows and firing into the crowd. One arrow struck against Jayne, shattering to pieces without harm done to her, another flew right at Sachi and ended up slammed aside by a bit of magic around her, changing paths. The last arrow impaled a small branch, well above the group, having been so wide miss it would not have hit the wide side of a barn.<br><br>"Useless maggots!" The black-skinned figure dropped from the trees, glaring at the group, and turning to flee.<br><br>Only as she turned to run away, she ran right into Horo's path.<br><br><em>((OOC: Horo is free to act against the runaway dark-skinned woman on this turn normally, she has the initiative against this woman, who just rushed into Horo's arrival-path, past the archers. Horo can see the rest of the team by now, and vice-versa. Though it'll still take her another round to reach them if she continues past the woman. </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 13:11:56</strong>
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				Sachi rumbled out a growl in draconic that made the human girl sound not unlike a golden wyrmling.&nbsp; At the end she shaped it into the words, <em>Golden Teacher's Resilience.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>The girl who was down found her throat wound scabbing...&nbsp; <br><br>The redhead dervished after the one orc still near to her then, steel slicing the green-gold sun beams in it's hunt for blood.&nbsp; <br><br>Changing auras again.&nbsp; Friendlies within 30' this round heal 2 damage per round, but only if they are under half hit points.&nbsp; <br>Standard attack roll against the orc.&nbsp; It's dark in here, would you be so kind?
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 14:27:38</strong>
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				<div align="center">Sheva (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106944.msg4651178#msg4651178)<br></div><br><br><strong>"Ahhh Fuck !! !!!" </strong>Sheva had released the Web about the time she was hit . Without looking to see if the Web landed well she looked down to her own chest and then covered the wound with both hands<br><br><strong>"fff ... fucKkk !" </strong>Sheva stumbled.<strong> "Their fucking arrows turn into fire-flash things! One almost fucking killed me ! Me !! Fuck !" </strong>Sheva bellowed pointed towards the archers . <br><br>Shevas language was colorful, but it was something that went hand in hand almost with being cooped up on a ship for a long time.Then words of one nearby changed her self-indulgent concerns into something more serious.<br><em><br>"Captain, our comrade still lives! Barely, but she lives!" </em>- one of the soilders bellowed<br>.<br>Serious ? Didn't that arrow struck her in the throat ! If she was till alive I wouldnt be for long. <br><br>Then luck has spared us both. A fraction of an inch one way and my heart would be out... same for that also. Breathing wasn't easy. In truth Sheva wanted to just heal herself then go back to the ship and crawl into some hammok. But a fresh burst of energy appeared ... if it could save on who was journing with her.<br><br><strong>"Alicia ?"</strong> can you hear me ? Sheva brushed back her hair to see her eyes. The arrow still in her neck.<br>Her eyelids were flittering about strangely. Not a good sign.<br><br><strong>"Ok on the count of three snap the arrows head off then pull it free - fast now really one fluid motion. I will heal the moment that happens ready ... one ... "</strong><br><br>Sheva readied Heal Moderate Wounds then cast it the moment Alicia's other carer ripped free the offending arrow.... this was dangerous ... although the wound looked fine after the heal - Sheva didnt want to risk anything after what luck they had already gained ... so cast heal moderate wounds a second time on Alica before breathing slowly.... moments passed. <br><br>The stress in the girls face was gone. She was breathing fast gasps yes but they were deep ones and the sound seemed good. Then with a lurch the girl sat up... her breathing steadying.<br><br><div align="center">(http://outofthefridge.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/sif.jpg)</div><br><strong>"Alica ! thank goddesses your ok ! I thought we lost you for sure ! We need you rich not dead girl "</strong> Sheva slapped Alicia on the shoulder... to which Alicia just nodded ... After which Sheva smiled then winced again. Her own wound hurt terribly... After a third cast of the cure moderate wounds spell - on herself this time, Sheva sunk back while shaking her head. <br><br><strong>"We have to be more sensible. I am a crap healer and I can't keep what I can manage going at this rate. Not if others lives are depending on me doing so. We have moved less than a babe wonders from its mother and this befell us we have to approach this differently. Still nice work !" </strong>Sheva looked at the arrows riddled throughout the area. They had some leader somewhere but she was nowhere to be seen - not from where Sheva sat sprawled in Alica's blood anyway.... with effort Sheva brushed sand off her legs and boots then re-mounted her warhorse. <br><br><strong>"Hey if their crossbow bolts did that to me - is there any chance that we can use them in our little nasties ?" </strong>Sheva waved to one repeating crossbow the team had which was currently being re-loaded.<strong> "For their bolts pack a hell of a lot more punch than ours ... Something Alicia and I know a lot more about than we want to huh hon ? "</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 16:51:16</strong>
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				Will continues his flashing fast blade play and shield and armor work against the orcs, seeing foes fall around makes him smile and upon seeing the dark skinned woman leap down from tree and run off he shouts; "Someone go after her! I can deal these green skinned brutes! We need her alive for questioning!" Will then focus on now offense, as orcs are no longer charging and there's just two of them. He quickly flashes blade around! Aiming strike both orcs hard as he can with his katana which is leaving misty cold trail in his swings and freezing blood upon cut! But he keeps his defenses up and his shield still shines by blessing of Bahamuth. Upon hearing the woman is well who got shot on throat made him feel relief, he would had used one blessed bandages if he could but he's having hands full at the moment.<br><br>OOC: Just regular full attack on orcs. AC values still same but consider woman ran off, Will places Shield Block to most healthy looking orc after his full attack.<br><br>Attack 1 hits AC 17, doing 14pts slashing mithril dmg and 4pts cold dmg<br><br>Attack 2 hits AC 18, doing 8pts slashing mithril dmg and 3pts cold dmg<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 21:01:02</strong>
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				(OOC: About fucking time. Did I even get the obscuring mist off? This is so confusing without a map.)<br><br>Watching the fight from the back and seeing what to do with the orcs and only getting to see a weird enough woman running off right towards me. Well this couldn't be any more interesting for me, as I just give myself a evil smile while watching her run all the closer. Wondering what to do exactly, either scare her or capture her. Well.. I suppose keeping her alive for questioning would be a interesting change of pace. <br><br>Right before she passes the large tree I am hiding behind, I jump out and throw one of my more hilarious spells at her. Smiling all the more and standing there stark naked, tail up high in excitment over the idea of the hunt already over and getting myself a nice treat. <br><br><strong>["Spirit Jaws"]</strong><br><br>The force jaws snatching onto the black skinned woman, inning her down quite nicely. <br><br>(13 to hit, 11 dmg from grapple, and 17 grapple check to get the grapple off in the first place.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 11:38:32</strong>
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				<strong>Jayne:<br>58 / 60 hp.&nbsp; AC = 23 (19 + 4 for mage armor).&nbsp; Initiative = 4. </strong><br><br>Jayne absolutely agreed with Will's words as the orc before her crumbled, almost too easy it seemed.&nbsp; Taking a defensive step to disengage with those in front of her, Jayne ran in a circular path avoiding the conflagration of the deadly grease and fire combination.&nbsp; Stretching out her legs, she pushed herself as she crashed through the undergrowth about the choked up trail, looking for the woman.&nbsp; <br><br>(((OOC:&nbsp; all out run till Jayne finds blacky&nbsp; )))
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 17:02:20</strong>
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				The end of the battle neared quickly, as Will's sword gutted the first orc and sliced the other one in the neck as it tried to move back and out of the way. Grasping its bleeding throat as its companion held his guts a stunned silence was clear in both orcs before they collapsed. It was then when Will and the others could see it.<br><br>The Orcs were armed with Longswords, Longbows, and Chainshirts. Whoever was doing this was putting serious money into their gear. There were longspears too, but most of them were trashed up now, and the bows on the eight orcs further off sticky with the webbing covering the 5 orcs that were unable to escape. <br><br>Sachi's blade met with the orc's throat, sending the orc's lifeless body to the ground even as its head flew through the air, slamming against a tree trunk nearby and dropping down to the ground. <br><br>As Sheva remained among her men, the four of them raised their crossbows, and shouted. "Show those greenskins the Pride of Moth's Finest! For the Captain!" There was a loud shout from them all as the crossbows went off, and the pained squeals and shouts accompanied two more orc archers collapsing. The last one that was still somehow standing seemed to consider its chances. Five of them were trying to struggle free from the web, and the other two who had been standing free besides that orc had just been shot down.<br><br>Common man might have turned and run. Common man might have surrendered now. The orc chose differently. Taking aim, it took a long look at the people present, and let loose a single arrow, flying right at Sachi standing before the remains of the cooked-alive orcs. <br><br>"&lt;May the Sea-Snake digest you alive!&gt;" The orc's arrow flew right at Sachi's face, only to slam aside by the magic around her. <br><br>Jayne was chasing after the run-away woman when she could see the way Horo stepped out in the plain sight, and her spell went off.<br><br>The black-skinned woman stopped in shock looking at Horo, and taking a step back, when the jaws appeared from under her, and she screamed. The jaws snapped together at her waist, and the woman's mouth coughed out blood, the jaws had got her in a tight, firm grip. She squirmed, trying to get free, wounds deep and looking fairly well wounded. Her leather outfit clinged to her outfit well, but with the teeths puncturemarks rending it, Horo's eyes could catch a bit of something odd about it. The leather's surface was fixing any ripped seams and holes in it, except the ones still piercing through it. The jaws grinding leaving no real harm in the leather, but grinding the woman beneath them to shreds little by little.<br><br>Horo had caught this woman totally flat-footed with her appearance from what the woman must have thought to be a safe direction. The enemy tactician was now in Horo's grip. From the looks of it, she might hurt herself too bad if she kept struggling for long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 17:26:05</strong>
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				It seemed Horo was more than just a cute novelty. Out of the woodwork she pretty much saved their lives in one hit. If their leader were to escape she would come back with a force that likely would know how to exploit weaknesses she saw in the battle. Win one battle loose the war.<br><br>But Horo prevented that <br><br>"Hey ! I think your our good luck charm hon !" Sheva applauded her efforts. The other soldiers did also. It was obvious such a boon was rare... Alicia stood then stretched and saw to reloading her repeating xbow.<br><br>"Lets see if we can get any of these magical arrow heads from the bolt and arrows which caused us so much grief fitted on our own bolts huh ?" Sheva waved to the field. "Could give us the edge we need to survive the next wave. Hmm we need to see if any have any healing potions. If you think they do hand them to me and I can check if they are the real deal. I have a feeling we are going to need them"<br><br>((OOC: Winter was there a character you were role playing or introduced - if so can you link him when you talk about him - to a character description in the character htread ... btw hon I adore this thread ! Love your work ! llurrve it !))
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 18:45:02</strong>
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				After two orcs fell, Will cleaned his katana while remaining orcs struggled in the webbing but he does not plan get there and mess himself up into webs. So far as he is considered battle was over. He immediately starts move after others to the tactician, proceed to restrain her with less harming restraints soon as possible. Seeing the spirit jaws from before he nods to Horo and says; "Good job Horo, Jayne, can you do the honors? The science of nonlethal skull bashing is your field." Not to mention it's against Will's code to hit flatfooted foe, even if dangerous enemy and top it all a woman. So he lets Jayne handle such delicate cases as knock out foe with bare fist for interrogation. Both he and she can use simple lay of hands cure her injuries and the strong palm strike to her head.<br><br>OOC: Regarding to the fact that monk's can decide do nonlethal dmg with fists and so render injured foe knocked out and Horo able cancel her spell so we can transport our prisoner back into camp.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 20:04:59</strong>
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				The smile present on Jayne's face revealed just how well her charge and her worked.&nbsp; Will was her equal in experience, just new to the Order of Bahamuth.&nbsp; Keeping well free of the magic that Horo had used to stop the woman who was thrashing herself to pieces, she cocked her arm back and let fly connecting solidly with her chin.<br><br>(((OOC: Ack!&nbsp; I messed up, non lethal coup de grace I think and forget the roles I made, just going to knock out blacky )))<br><br>Stepping back, Jayne looked about her and marveled at the wealth in equipment with which the orcs were equipped.&nbsp; Searching blacky (ooc if the spirit jaw spell comes down and she is indeed knocked out...) for any items of wealth, she fully planned on an offering to Bahamuth.<br><br>"Well, good job everyone."&nbsp; She took assessment of the situation and offered her healing to anyone who needed it including the woman that was hit in the throat.&nbsp; Taking a sip from her water skin, Jayne looked sky ward for a moment before heading towards Sheva.&nbsp; "Bahamuth be praised.&nbsp; You have a fine group with you, Cap'n.&nbsp; Do we have supplies enough to make a beach front camp?&nbsp; We should take blacky here back and get what information we can."<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 21:14:51</strong>
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				Holding her there with the spirit jaws in a pinning position, until someone with a rock or a blunt instrument comes around. Speaking of which, here comes Jayne, finally getting the job done so I can stop working. Still standing there naked and one hand on a hip, as I watch the others go about the slaughter and the looting. I should get in on that, so when Jayne tries to steal my capture, I step in and voice my displease. <br><br><strong>"Hey now, I caught her and did all of the important work here! Anyone with a gaggle of sailors and a few paladin types can slaughter orcs. I caught her, so her stuff is mine."</strong><br><br>Stepping up and doing my own looting of the body, bending over all the more and wiggling my tail in the air over the excitement of getting myself a new chew toy. I do enjoy that leather outfit of hers, and how it self repairs, I could sure use that. Going to strip her of that first. <br><br>Once I got it off of her I proceed to go through the measures of figuring out the details of this lovely outfit. Casting some spells and looking at this rather carefully. <br><br>(detect magic and know nature of 17! It's leather, therefore it came from cows, which are a part of nature!)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 00:05:32</strong>
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				"Be my guest, shifter.&nbsp; I am only interested in that which can be claimed for my God, especially any evil orientated holy symbols.&nbsp; I may have to take those if they are found, otherwise I care not about the wealth on this one."&nbsp; Looking upon Horo with mild amusement, Jayne turned to Will and nodded silently, emphasizing the need to destroy evil in any of its incarnations.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 08:30:09</strong>
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				Will nods and he replies; "Aye, we will scan is there any evil items in her possession, but I do not mind you looting her. I prefer see you wearing that leather armor than run stark naked all the time and distract the sailors." Not that such suggestive leather improves much the matters but at least provides some sense of decency to the wild one. His eyes shimmer in silver light while he studies their captured woman's belongings.<br><br>OOC: Detect evil vs on the woman and her belongings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 13:13:52</strong>
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				The last of the standing orcs turned to run as the group began to move ahead, dropped by one more bolt from Captain Sheva's men. They moved along to watch the restrained, web-coated orcs that seemed to understand their state. Only one struggled to get free, and after being impaled by four bolts, that orc served as a warning for all the others to remain still. Four captive orcs, and their leader.<br><br>Jayne's slam against the woman's chin left her uncouncious, and as she lay down and Horo defended her claim she did not show any signs of moving. Searching the woman's pockets found out a few items. Two vials of blood red liquid capped with wooden corks in those glass vials, and a coinpouch that felt heavy. Counting the exact amount of coins would take a while but it looked like around a hundred gold, for a brief look. <br><br>Jayne's eyes did not pick any items of evil faith, but among the woman's possessions was a blood stained holy symbol. It was partly cracked, but the delicate handwork of it said it was elven, a little cleaning might tell what deity in particular, the item was too dirty to tell for sure just yet though. <br><br>The woman carried with her a light crossbow, and a set of three boxes of bolts, with an image of a flame embedded in the metal tips. For Horo's eyes, these were obviously magical, evocation magic. Rather simple, harm-dealing magic but still. A total of 23 bolts remained. The woman's crossbow held an enchantment to it as well, a minor one but it seemed to be well made one. The real price was her armor, it was darkened leather that did not reflect light, and it did not make a sound when moved, missing the usual stretching noise of leather in motion. The surface was smooth, unharmed. Pulling it off of the woman, Horo left the ebony skinned woman with just simple black cotton underwear on her, which did not show any magic to them. <br><br>There was a dagger at the woman's side, masterful work but not enchanted. <br><br>As Will moved to inspect the things there, none of the items looked particularily evil, until the dagger. It might not be magical but there was something malevolent about it. It was mild, but it was there. The kind of evil that lingered after an evil act.<br><br>The orcs themselves each had chainshirts, longbows, and longswords. A total of 12 longswords, 8 longbows, 20 chainshirts, and 8 daggers. There were also 4 longspears that had survived more or less intact, many others shattered, or burnt to crisp. <br><br>The orcs themselves held only a few pouches of silver, a total of 37 silver in total, and a single book at one orc's pocket. Finding this book made the guard that made the discovery scream and toss the book away, turning away to cough and gag, sounding like he was about to vomit. It was the female soldier, Alicia, who picked up the book next and frowned.<br><br>"Burn it." She said to one of the other soldiers, holding the book shut. "Its pornography. Orc pornography." She shivered with revulsion. The crude drawing on the cover held an orc woman seeming to try and push her bust up, and orcish writing announcing some title above it. <br><br>When the announcement was made Horo had found clothes, the male soldiers groaned while Alicia slapped one man on the back of the head there annoyed look cast at him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 15:41:13</strong>
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				<em>"Bahamuth be praised.&nbsp; You have a fine group with you, Cap'n.&nbsp; Do we have supplies enough to make a beach front camp?"</em><br><br>Sheva looked up after the tension of the combat was over, but it was one of the soilders which replied<br><strong><br>"We are more the tail of a snake and you hero's he head. Staying alive is heroic enough for us after seeing this lot - ain't that right Alicia"</strong> .. to which Alica shrugged, a little embarrassed, what happened wasn't what she had envisaged as the glory she had in mind, the other soilders murmured in agreement.<br><br>Sheva looked troubled when eyeing the crossbowem, now back on their horses.<strong> "I would hate to see any of you not return to the Moth, please all humour me for a moment. These knights can detect evil, we are not hear to kill, we are here to cripple pirating and stamp out slavers. Orcs are not welcomed anywhere, some of those here may be only so because there is no other choice... how about the knights try and detect the character of those like such? Putting to death any who were involved on this due to no choice, and against their own values would shame us. We will regret it, we will loose sleep on it, such things do haunt people. Why not be bigger than mistakes others make ? Lets live and die without regrets, so we can look to our angels when we perish and look them in the eye - meet their gaze with pride, and see their pride in our actions returned.<br><br>Those alive with hearts of evil, not interested in a better life can not hide such from knights. All can perish where they are. Those caught up in circumstance we take with them, they can work on the ship until we find some woods or place they can try and make a home. Sheva then took the Orc pornography artwork and whispered to Alica carefully <br><br><strong>"You and I almost perished due to them, so anything to trample what they represent feels natural now, but if the book is not evil, simply offensive why not let them still have it, where we set them off may be lonely, how often have they seen kindness ? How good would we feel if we did and it worked. Think of it Alicia"</strong><br><br>She then turned to others about her.<br><strong><br>"Fortune hunters like ourselves could be deemed greedy foolishly so, perhaps that is true. Its something I don't care to defend for I often dream of such things and the feeling doesn't feel evil, only a dream. Selfish ? Maybe but not evil, certainly not depriving those who worked for it. Lets set up camp where we can easily see an ambush or scouts coming, then we can discuss what to do with the Orcs which do not have evil hearts."</strong><br><br>The suggestion wasn't exactly one any cheered at, nor that inspiring for all the soldiers were still on edge, their own lives seemed more important to care about than the fate of the prisoners.... but perhaps after a good meal and some deliberation after knowing more, sensible choices could be juggled. Still they didn't protest, there was hope agreement may come. Seeing them all gather the enemy's possessions and equipment made it obvious such a thing did ease stress.<br><br><strong>"If we can use the arrowheads and bolt heads for our own purposes it will take time to re-fix them onto the ones we have anyway, also we need time to discuss some better tactics, we don't have priests with us we have to be really smart, and i I feel it may be time the knights explained tactics for such things with the soldiers at length, explaining formations and how to watch each others back. We have decent weapons, horses, amour, and a desire to stay alive. Instead of being good we can be great. We have to be great to survive this. Pirates know how to fight. And know how to fight dirty. We don't. We need all aces that come nearby. We can't win by wondering in with attitude and hopes that almost saw Alica's and my death again. I can cast Zone of truth, the truth of our best methods to manage our desires we can fathom from those remaining in return I will step into the zone and prove my words of aid for those of good heart. Hopefully others may also - to prove to them we are not like others they may have known before. What if the prisoners join us for this one stint ? Team with us ? Perhaps they are victums to someone else behind this as much as anyone else. In return for doing so - we leave them with their treasures they have on their person, and let them stay here to reform the place with their hearts - a village we can later trade with ? Surely that is better than burning what could be used for a greater good no ? What say you all ? Lady fate has spared Alica and I, for such good luck to continue with us surely we deserve to give good here not seen to normal eyes a chance to flourish."</strong><br><br>Sheva choose to imply he gift of luck being on their side as necessary with good reason. All who sailed the seas sooner or later became superstitious or religious, doing what would encourage good spirits to look over the group was something sailors and sea-soldiers would surely not dismiss easily.<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 03:08:06</strong>
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				Ignoring the blabbling of the ships captain as I saunter off closer to the group, not wanting to get caught off from the rest of them while fixed on this weird leather dress. Still walking around naked as well, and midly wondering if anyone bothered to pick up my cloak from the beach. Letting the men get a nice view of me while looking this dress over with greater detail. It certainly is naughty looking, as it would be tight on my perfect frame. <br><br>Mostly wondering to myself if I can modify it and not lose its self repair power. Would much rather have it be a cloak if there is enough material there, or a hat that can cover my ears. First things first though, I need to figure out the extent of its magical abilities, which means finding someone who can arcane cast. Waving the dress in the air to get people's attention. <br><br><strong>"Hey now, anyone here got a identify scroll or something available? I'll make it worth your while to help me with this mystery, along with extra favors if you know how to modify magical clothing."</strong><br><br>Giving one such sailor a wink while putting my arm back down, and furthering my looking and sniffing of the garment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 11:24:53</strong>
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				Returning her aura to alertness, Sachi quietly walked a perimeter while others spoke, looted, and investigated, gave medical attention and mercy or paid the butcher's bill.&nbsp; She had cleaned her blade meticulously before returning it to it's sheath, and now they were again held across her shoulders.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Fly high, Kai, let none come on us unaware.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 13:03:22</strong>
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				(((OOC:&nbsp; I am good to moving to camp eve&nbsp; )))
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 02:22:07</strong>
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				The group gathered their belongings returning near the beach soon enough, but when the Paladins turn came to inspect the orcs for evil in their hearts, not one of the Orcs proved different from the rest of their kind, truely having given in to selfish, cruel nature. There was evil in them, and not just a small amount but seething in them. <br><br>The soldiers prepared themselves to rest and recover, the first evening's scouting had revealed a bit of a stretch of the forestal land. Once the group had paused again to make camp, two of the soldiers came to Horo's aid, though their eyes remained more on her naked form than on the black leather, speaking of it seriously. "We dont have a wizard with us here but I think that the Captain might be able to say something." Gesturing at Sheva, one of the soldiers smiled, as the other one spoke in turn. "I dont know about cutting up enchanted things, might end up ruining them, but altering it should be possible for someone that knows a little about them. You know, in all those tales of hidden booty and loot they neglect to tell how an armor made for an ancient dwarven hero can just fit a human fine later. Figure its magic."<br><br>Sachi's familiar was flying in the air, keeping watch of their surroundings, as the group had their chance to rest and recover a bit. Campfire was considered but the soldiers did not dare set one up without captain's permission, whispering about it being bad idea if the orcs were looking for any signs of their missing patrol later. <br><br>The bloody trail Horo had spotted in the forest seemed to lay forgotten for now, the orc prisoners gathered up and bound together, all seven of them, at the heart of the camp. <br><br>The woman stripped of her armor had been likewise carried to the camp, but as the weight of the day was starting to press on everyone's shoulders, she woke up, looking around and grimacing. Still, it didn't look like she was going to try and run from amidst the heroes that easily, her recent defeat obviously still too recent in her mind. She had an impressive black mark on her chin from the last blow that knocked her out, too.<br><br>"What do you want? Finish what you have started, invaders."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 02:50:56</strong>
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				In morning Will was planning hold formal executions for the orcs. It no longer was combat and was more of war trial where he and Jayne both worked as jury, judge and executioners. Still he did not like strike down helpless victim but he agreed on Captain Sheva's notion; if these orcs were evil they will be executed. Will was sharpening and cleaning his blade for decapitation when the dark skinned woman awakened and spoke, replying to her; "Finish what? What you think we are here for and why?" Will had taken all her weapons, her dagger albeit used done evil deed was not no more evil than his katana in itself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 03:10:55</strong>
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				Sachi took the heavier box from her belt and whispered a word too it.&nbsp; She drew two fresh cloth-wrapped meal form it and passed the wrest of the box to Calton.&nbsp; “Divide this food among yourself and the others.&nbsp; Supliment it as needed and get the box back to me at the appropriate time.&nbsp; If the paladin’s choose not to execute the orcs, be sure they get a standard ration.&nbsp; I’ll take the captain her dinner.”&nbsp; <br><br>With her falchion across her back and a meal in each hand, the redhead crossed the camp too Sheva and offered her a meal.&nbsp; “The ebony girl will surely be resistant to any interrogation technique a compassionate person would consider tolerable,” she commented softly, her voice lower than usual.&nbsp; It would have been a husky purr if she weren’t so grave.&nbsp; “She would either ignore it or lie.&nbsp; There are a good many among us skilled at magical arts.&nbsp; Perhaps if I were too arrange the privacy of a tent, someone could provide a bit of gentle magical compulsion that might prove more effective than the crude barbarisms normally used in questioning prisoners?”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 08:40:19</strong>
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				Jayne took all in around her discussion wise when the dark skinned woman, blacky by her in conversation, had awoken.&nbsp; Something about magic and tents which sounded a bit much if one were to consider a push into this atoll's interior this very morning.&nbsp; So, in a charismatic (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27147) fashion that implored trust from any in her vicinity, she took control of the situation with a head shake to Sachi and then a relaxed wink before turning back to blacky.<br><br>Gather Information (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27148).<br><br>"Tell me, miss, about this island and the one that wears the crown.&nbsp; What are we facing?"&nbsp; Jayne looked compassionate yet she hard lines to her facial expressions that clearly read as 'dont mess with me.'&nbsp; Then, masterfully, her features softened and she whispered to just her, "What have they taken from you?"<br><br>Pouring out to this fellow woman, though heart black, Jayne knew that with enough admission, that this one would be in Bahamuth's presence when the last day came for them both.&nbsp; With a love that was completely starkly juxtaposed to the roundhouse that put her out earlier, blacky would make a choice.&nbsp; She would appeal to the common link of womanhood that Jayne's voice implored.<br><br>Jayne's mind reeled as she put all her control into convincing this woman that she could be trusted...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 12:34:13</strong>
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				The moment after the questions towards of the leader appeared Sheva cast Zone of truth.<br><br>Then she could stay awake no longer. The knights and soilders could discuss tactics without her. Sheva was exhausted. Hopefully the following day would see the knights knew tactics one which could work.&nbsp; Listening to the soliders ready new magical bolts to their stocks faded quickly as sheva feel asleep. Thankfully the soilders seemed quieter than one would expect, the horses also noticing the tension and staying silent themselevs except fort he occasional snort.<br><br>Tomorrow morning would be interesting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 21:15:10</strong>
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				Well this is just a bummer. No wizard around to help with this task, as all of the rest of them are too busy interrogating that woman to come and help me. Not even wanting to help with that threatening of the prisoner, since that can be handled better by the pallies. Sitting down at the beach camp we have set up by now, as I've found my cloak and wrapped it around my body, but keeping it unbutton so I can move my arms around. <br><br>Already quite bored with this, and how long it is taking them to threaten that woman into explaining herself. Looking around for any of the sailor men, giving them a sultry fang filled smile to each. Might as well have some fun while I wait, and they are not doing anything important. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 23:36:20</strong>
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				Will and Jayne found the ebony-skinned woman staring at them warily, listening to the two of them talking. Sachi's familiar did not seem to sense any presence beyond the group at the time being, despite its patrolling, and Sheva got to start her rest on a peaceful note. Two of the soldiers were watching the orcs, but at Horo's smile they seemed a bit distracted from the orcs, their eyes turning to follow her movement, seeming to be admiring her figure a bit, although one of the two occasionally kept looking at the prisoners as well.<br><br>"You are invading here, you are planning to destroy all that has been built here and kill him aren't you?" Snarling, the black-skinned woman spoke. She was human-sized, not a dark elf it seemed, but the women of the desert were built with a more dark chocolate skin while hers was truely black, dark in an unnatural manner. The words from Jayne made her warily look at the other woman and listen to her, before finally sighing. <br><br>((OOC: I think Diplomacy or Bluff would be better skills for the situation, at least unless the skill itself has changed last I looked Gather Information is more about extracting information from crowds, rumors and similar things being pulled up from a while spent in town buying drinks and so forth. I checked the roll and your character a bit though, and posting accordingly. Also, don't mean to be a rules-lawyer even as a DM, just hoping to help along in the future))<br><br>"I'm not going to turn against him, but I think its no harm if you know this much. He's gathered the orcs here, he's given them a purpose. They're building their defence, stopping adventurers from pushing ashore and hunting them and other beings here for sport. He's taken up residence among them, and leads them now, fortifying this place. Soon, the orcs will be able to fend off any invaders, whether they are adventurers or soldiers from another island that would rather not have orcs rise to have anything beyond a tribal civilization." She practically snarled. "There's already been one attempt at his life, and though one died and two got caged, the last one escaped. Imagine my shock of running into all of you! Now, I was hoping to tear you all apart with that little ambush but I forgot the orcs are short-tempered. Blasted things still dont respect anything but strength." She muttered. "We are doing what is right, he has told us of the dream, when those <em>earthborn</em> that live here dont have to fear the <em>civilized</em> anymore. He's brought order. He's brought peace among tribes. He's brought a unified goal, and the orcs all walk under his banner, and the goblins, hobgoblins and the few bugbears around here are siding with him already. The talks are still going on with the ogres, but I think there's going to be an actual order here in time, a rivalling strength that the nearby towns and cities dont want to the sea."<br><br>Though the Paladins eyes could tell she was evil, she sounded convinced of what she said.<br><br>In the meanwhile, one of the guards abandoned his post near the orcs, moving over to Horo and speaking in a whisper, to not draw attention from the rest of the camp. "Say, how come do you walk around wrapped around in a cloak and nothing more? Are you trying to get people to drag you to the bushes? That works probably a lot better when there's more people around, then again you know better than I do I guess." <br><br>As they were speaking, Sachi's familiar could spot something in the forest. A torch, a single source of light. Coming towards their camp, from a distance. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 23:51:30</strong>
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				Will listens the dark skinned woman's tale, he is sure his Bahamuth granted gaze reveals she and the orcs are all evil. But things what she speaks about sounds good, but for what purpose the man gathers orcs and ogres? He replies to the dark skinned woman; "The order what you have seen him creating is a illusion, he is making people agree to him, follow him, believe him, because he is possession of a powerful magical crown which has dark history of warfare and bloodshed. Our purpose coming to this island is to take the crown what he has, which we are sure he is not going to pass it to us peacefully. Also there is worrying chance that he is not establishing order not for sake of peace and prosperity, but form a army of bloody conquests and expansion of his territory. However if he is establishing order in name of peace, redeem your kind from bitter angry point of views to life and give birth of prospering multiracial community and that there has been serious mistake, then we will leave the island. We were informed by person who works for someone who wants that crown, but I and my sister in faith do not plan give crown from another bad man to other, rather see such dangerous crown destroyed than given for purpose of evil. Also our contact would like know what has happened to his daughter or confirm she is dead with physical evidence."<br><br>Will spoke honestly and directly, establishing trust between him, Jayne and to the woman, asking from dark skinned woman; "As we had told about ourselves and our intention, can you tell more about the him who's commands you follow, him who is gathering orcs under his banner? Tell me more about yourself; your name and your history?"<br><br>Diplomacy from Will<br>At 2011-06-04 16:51:09, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+8 Result: 27 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27168)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 17:26:21</strong>
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				Sachi crossed the camp to Calton and turned him by the shoulders.&nbsp; She stretched up, pressing her soft chest against the man's breastplate and kissing him on the corner of the lips.&nbsp; <br><br>Her rosy lips moved next to his ear.&nbsp; "Now that I have your attention, we have incoming from the north.&nbsp; Spread the word quickly and quietly.&nbsp; Gather the men behind the orcs with crossbows loaded but act normaly enough to lure them in close.&nbsp; I'll wake the captain."&nbsp; <br><br>"This is for luck."&nbsp; <br><br>She gave Calton a proper kiss this time, full on the lips, and taking as much time as she dared before breaking to grin at him and saunter to kneel by the captain and shake her awake by the shoudler.&nbsp; <br><br>Pressing her fingers over the captain's lips, she offered a pull on her waterskin.&nbsp; "We have hostiles aproaching.&nbsp; I want everyone to act normaly but be ready so they'll get as close to us as we can get them.&nbsp; Can you make a bring light when the trouble starts?&nbsp; Do you need armor?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 05:15:06</strong>
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				Answering the nice man in a soft cute voice, as to least not threaten him with the tale. <strong>"Oh yes, why do I do that? Well you've seen me change into a wolf, yes? Well... that usually makes any clothes I am wearing shred up something awful, so wearing them only means that I ruin them. A cloak is open and free enough to take the transformation without shredding, see?"</strong><br><br>Giving him a even more cute smile, as I sit there at the beach, using my cloak as a blanket from the sand, and still very much naked. Still not wanting to put the dress on until I know more about it. Maybe that woman I captured could tell me more, but she is currently being interrogated. Sighing out in frustration as I lounge on the cloak, showing off a even more sensual pose for anyone watching. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 13:04:27</strong>
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				Letting Will take the lead in her blundering attempts gather intel from the hostage, Jayne stood and pulled back, eyes keen upon Sachi's movements.<br><br>Expecting the unexpected, Jayne called up her powers from within her to enhance her first strike upon the enemy supposedly incoming, and then she closed her eyes as her form shimmered for a moment then was gone.&nbsp; She then walked casually up to a crossbowman and made idle conversation, all the while keeping her hands poised for action.<br><br>(((OOC:&nbsp; True Strike, Mage Armor, held action to respond to incoming&nbsp; )))
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 13:31:32</strong>
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				Will's questioning of the prisoner was interrupted by a guard rushing to the two. "There's trouble coming, from the north. Lady Sachi told to alert everyone." The guard was moving already to get others ready. The black skinned woman just smirked at Will at this, remaining quiet but her expression also looked troubled, rather than pleased. <br><br>The guard before Horo was eyeing her over, especially when her pose became a lot more teasing one than it had been a short time before, the guard's swallowing audible in the mostly silent night. "I think its very.. ah, yes it wont rip.. uhm, you are delightfully distracting.." The guard's eyes wandered down on Horo's form still, and he was stepping closer just as a guard rushed behind the two of them. "Trouble, from the north, everyone get ready." Rushing ahead again, to get the man that had been watching the orcs still, the guard was hurrying on.<br><br>Jayne was the one closest to the edge of the clearing, the soldiers still getting ready, when a pair of hands showed up from the bushes, held up high. Walking ahead, holding a rapier with both hands supporting the blade, not holding the hilt. "Don't shoot, I come to talk!" The shout came, before the figure of a tall man came to view, six feet of height, dark brown leathers torn and ripped ata several places, and what's more apparent, deep cuts and slashes, and puncture marks, here and there in the outfit. The man was limping, leaving a bit of a bloody trail behind him still, bandaged but seeming to be bleeding slowly despite them. <br><br>"Finally, I've been expecting other Guilders for days, avoiding the orc patrols." The man let out a heavy breath, looking at the gathering. "I am Astal Greyson, a Guild Operative, or 'spy' if you prefer."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 14:09:49</strong>
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				Jayne halted her need to protect herself with her arcane combination of energies and instead, stepped towards the hands cupping the outheld rapier.&nbsp; Lifting it with one hand and driving it tip downward into the firmament beneath her, she stretched out her other hand to the bloodied leg and let free her ability to touch and heal.<br><br>(((OOC:&nbsp; Lay on Hands&nbsp; )))<br><br>Then leading her new charge back towards camp and away from the now earth buried rapier, Jayne finally spoke, "Now there, is that better?&nbsp; Lets go talk to the captain, as she is the one that I trust most with <em>guild</em> matters..."&nbsp; There was no innuendo or underlying tone in her voice, just a pure and trusting sound sort a reminiscent of siblings.<br><br>Carefully, she guided him to where Sheva had tried to get some rest, most anxious to let her do the talking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 15:17:05</strong>
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				At the waking Sheva stood groggily. She didnt yawn but she did wipe her eyes.<br><br><strong>"A guild Ambassador. You know what ? I don't have the energy to disbeleive you. You got me at a good time. I can guess you know why we are here. And yep we are here to remove that crown the leader apparently has. Seems sensible enough, I am assuming you know something we don't. Namely we have it all wrong and doing so is not the best idea, trying is what is not the best of ideas either or you can give us some way to more easily do so. But likely your a spy for them leading us into a trap, and we are so desperate we will bite regardless. Drowning man clutching at straws thing."</strong><br><br><strong>"If you can convince the others then I will go along, I am too fatigued to cast a truth zone now, in the morning I will if others ask me to. However my judgement almost got myself and Alicia killed, usually my judgement's don't do that so I put it down to this day I'm slightly off." </strong> Sheva smiled<br><br>"Actually what am I doing." Sheva staighened her clothing then swept her hair. Not caring gets others killed.<br><br>"Say what you will to the knights this evening, you will be tied with the assumption your a spy for one night only. I will cast zone of truth tomorrow to ensure you have told the knights the truth, the basis of their planning. Once your words are proven true you will be released and an apology given, considering the circumstances I do assume you know this as a sensible assumption. Some may wish to rid this place of evil but most here want treasure foremost, for the right reasons a little down the line for some. But staying alive completing anything towards any of these aims pretty much is what I want to help this group with. Help me help that and I am all ears. Speak... oh btw .. welcome, hope your fine. Im Sheva, Captain of the Moth"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 16:29:12</strong>
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				"Astal Greyson, the last survivor from my group." He nod his head and took a breath. "Alright, I'll tolerate bindings for one night, I cant blame you if you are not travelling with guild representative you would not have a sure way to know me afterall." He spoke seriously, then gazing at Sheva and then at the others.<br><br>"My group and I tried to sneak in and steal the crown. We discovered they have ruins there, that they are unearthing, and they are putting an impressive town together. Recruiting all kinds of monsters, driving them to a blood frenzy. There's a number of <em>stranger</em> folks there too, but I don't know what they are." He cast a look at the prisoner the group had. "Two more of those people too. I'd assume them humans with just a touch darker skin but I saw one of them eating with the orcs without flinching, and that is not something I would expect from any human." His tone was a vary one, before he cleared his throat. "None that I know of at least. Anyhow."<br><br>He took a look at Sheva and then at Jayne, speaking to the Paladin in a serious voice. "I am the ranger of our group, good at surviving in the wilderness. I had mage Thylmael, sneak Dahan, and priestess Cele with me. I do not know if those are their real names or not. My first name is real, but I have no family, my second name is what the Guild gave me." He spoke in a serious fashion still. "We found a cavern that leads past the watchtowers, <em>under them</em> towards the city. The passage was pretty narrow, but we made it. We pushed on ahead to the city's ruins, and located their leader. A tall armored man, at least I believe its a man, that keeps his lair in what used to be some kind of a temple. They've broken the old icons but there's a large throne they have put up for him in there, and with creatures almost worshipping him. He's constantly surrounded by two women, who we thought were just concubines or slaves." He winced.<br><br>"We attacked when he was alone except for those two, with a rare opportunity we had not expected. Our mage cast silence from a scroll she carried, unleashing it upon them. The next thing I know one of those women raised her hand up to yank her arm up and kick her in the stomach with force that had blood spurting from her mouth. The other woman in turn stepped in the way of my armor, snatching it in the midair with one hand, snapping its head off, and tossing it aside. I attacked the woman holding Thylmael, and tried to hold them off. Thylmael got a spell off, telling the rest of the guild what we had found. By then, we were all fleeing. Through a town full of orcs.<br><br>Looking down, he sighed. "I remember Cere falling to a Javelin hit on her back, I remember Thylmael scream when two goblins leaped on her from the roof, and I remember the crunch when a boulder fell on top of Dahan, tossed by an ogre standing there blocking the road. I used the alleyways, hiding from sight and laying low. I was wounded, hunted, and trying to backtrack to the beach. I arrived here to find our old boats found, punctured, and charred by fire. I've been waiting for others since ,fighting patrols when I cant avoid them."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 17:06:46</strong>
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				Will lets Jayne deal with guild member and do information gathering while he guards the prisoner. He noticed woman's expression and he asked; "Why you worry to be rescued? Does your leader punish those who got captured by enemy?" Will tries get much information he can about the leader itself from woman's lips, get measure of the character altough he suspects it can be a act from man's part. Will then coughs and adds; "Also sorry for your lack of clothes, but we do not have much spare at the moment and the woman who succeed capture you took your armor. Can you tell me the magic in the armor so I can put them on her? As she is shamelessly walking nude all the time so armor could bring some decency to her and not distract men all the time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 19:55:38</strong>
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				Watching the guards wander off to see to the new threat, and sighing out in frustrations once again. Standing up slowly and brushing off my butt for any sand that may be there, before wandering off to see what the fuss is about. Seeing the new guy as I watch and listen to his story, off to the side and a paw to my naked hip. Finding this rather interesting that the monster races are working so well together, and they have their own town. Very interesting indeed.<br><br>Giving him a sultry smile in return for his brave escape and thwarting capture. Rangers are rather cute about that, and they do make for some nice prey out in the wilds. Finally walking up closer so he will notice me properly, before speaking. <strong>"Why that just sound so horrible for you! I am a healer of sorts Astral, and if you need any healing or any other 'services', feel free to come to my aid."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 01:02:50</strong>
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				"Most kind of you to offer. I would gladly join you for the night then, and surrender myself to your care to .. watch over me .. all night m'lady.." Smiling to Horo and eyeing her over unashamed, the ranger's eyes seemed to enjoy their trip along her body. The guards seemed to notice too, and before the man could follow through with his idea, one of them spoke. "Sorry, but Captain Sheva ordered otherwise." The guards seemed to enjoy their work, tying up the man fast, and securing him. Bit overly eager even, as they watched Horo a bit aside while tying the man up securely there. They pulled the man along, laying him to rest a bit away from the orcs, but close enough two guards could watch him at the time.<br><br>The female guard rolled up to rest near lady Sheva, sliding out of her armor for the night, but keeping her weapon up close, her clothing beneath a disappointment to the male guards, seeing her fully dressed even out of the protective gear.<br><br>Will's questions made the woman watching him grimace and sigh. "Our boss doesn't take kindly to failure, I am expecting a rather harsh treatment but it will remind me to not fail again. He's not the sort to do permanent harm, but he issues discipline as necessary. I have come to accept that." She watched Will warily, but then nod a bit about the armor. "I dislike being stripped like this but I suppose you did not have anything to cover me up with, and seeing how the underwear is still there and I don't feel particularily sore, I would say you aren't all bad, even if you are intruders. Can't say I'd expect the same to you all if things were different." Her tone serious as she spoke, but then thinking a bit. "I don't know how to modify that armor if that's what you are asking. I'm a mage-hunter, specializing in interrupting casters in battlefield usually, but yours is a bit too good at her concentration it seems. Orcs are numerous enough for a fight but not too lasting against magic so I was supposed to keep a caster from totalling them. Didn't expect to find this many folks around though, my failure was in failing to foresee this." Her tone again serious, and bordering on harsh. "Now, I don't know if you are going to allow it, but my head still hurts so I think I'm going to faint and rest a while."<br><br>While the evening was darkening though, one of the two male guards that was supposed to be 'sleeping' silently got up from his bed, heading towards where Horo was staying at for the time being. Given how the two guards had been intended to sleep till it was their turn to watch over the prisoners instead, that showed a fair bit of disregard for common-sense orders.<br><br>"Hey, enough space in that cloak to warm two?" The soldier smiled, his armor removed, dressed in a earth-gray shirt and dark pants beneath, his feet bare as he made his way from his bedroll to Horo.<br><br>((OOC: Anyone wanting to do something in the late evening still, please post it in your next post, after that, also please include what goes on at the morning, continuing along. ))<br><br><hr><hr><br>The dawn of the first morning on the island came with the rise of the sun, the beach peaceful other than the splash of tide coming to the shore in a lazy rhytm. The ocean was empty of any signs of ships or otherwise in the distance, looking out to the endless blue. <br><br>The clouds in the sky were dark, a storm was coming but it would not hit the island that morning at least, it might be there the coming night, or the next day entirely, but it was rolling over little by little. <br><br>As the light of the dawn was greeting everyone, there was also a bit of noise from the orcs. Having stayed up late last night, they were now snoring loud enough that it was hurting the ears of the two closest guards, but they kept watch patiently still. <br><br>Growling in stomachs was also a common sign of folks being pushed to wake up. At least it wasn't raining.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 01:13:38</strong>
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				&nbsp; Sachi rolled out her bedroll out of her tent, yawned, and stretched her arms towards the sky.&nbsp; The girl bounced a little as her arms came back down.&nbsp; She worked her arms and legs through an elaborate series of stretches, showing the tone all along her sleek body.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Bringing out the Field Ration Box again, she brought out bowls of oatmeal with honey and fruit for 20, with slices of fresh ham on top.&nbsp; These she passed around, making each party member had a bowl before dividing the rest among the prisoners.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Folding back down into her seat, she spent some time in meditation, clearing her mind and refamiliarizing herself with the arcane powers that were near and dear too her heart.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Fifteen minutes later she was up again, softly whispering, "Prestidigio" and cleansing herself and her clothes with cool blue light before offering the same magic too all the ladies in the party, then too the female prisoner, then too the men of the party.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 12:37:02</strong>
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				With a flourish of sorts, Jayne peeled away from the man having found nothing but truth in the mans voice and he absolutely believed what he said was true...&nbsp; She said as much to Will in passing, "Looking for a place to pray," she winked at him.&nbsp; She was serious though, her playful approach to the whole mater would suggest some sort of sensual rendezvous, and her prayer time always made her feel giddy.&nbsp; So off she skipped.<br><br>Finding an outcropping of rock into the trees a few feet, Jayne knelt and prayed to Bahmut, first in thanksgiving, then in praise, then adoration.&nbsp; This first day had been so revealing into the mysteries of which she was living out right now.&nbsp; She would spend hours here in deep meditation, reviving her soul before turning in for a short nap before revelry.<br><br>And so she did waking up before sunrise finding her outcrop of rock again and kneeling as she prayed the day into existence, asking for guidance and blessing...<br><br>Rising from her kneel, she turned back to the men of The Moth and checked their equipment as they suited up, testing prods and strings, quivers and fetching.&nbsp; Quickly she found the ham and oats and took them in greatfully, smiling to Sachi.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 13:28:42</strong>
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				Sheva rose and cast Zone of Truth on the ambassador for long enough for the knights to quizz him to check if his story was true ... and if it was Sheva would cut his bonds and appologise.<br><br>Afterwards she would look to the other crossbowmen<br><br><strong> "Ok all we have fire-bolts now lets use them. Ambassador lead the way hopefully to where they keep more of them. please act as our scout, if you do want a horse to do so - say so."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 20:29:37</strong>
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				Waking up from my own tent and bedroll on the nice comfortable beach, to only follow by crawling out of the tent and yawning into the open air. Stretching on all fours and sticking my tail as high as it can go, rolling my body and muscles around to get&nbsp; nice deep stretch. Which I do need after that lovely night in the woods. Smiling to myself as I do finally stand up, still fully naked and how there is nothing wrong with that at all!<br><br>Looking around for any others, and seeing the orcs and that tasty looking ranger off to the side. Watching Sheva untie him, to only then scamper over to him so I can help him up onto his feet. <strong>"Oh yes, please do show us towards this location. Why I could also assist you with the scouting as well, as I do have my own unique talents. It will be oh so wonderful to have someone with me, alone, in the woods, for this task..."</strong><br><br>Smiling up at him all the more, while grabbing one of his arms to hold. Pressing my chest into his side as I just look oh so sexy and adorable. Tail waggling in anticipation of some excitement and trouble in the woods, as any decent man would do anything to protect poor defenseless Horo against some smelly orcs!
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 23:15:39</strong>
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				There was a serene feel in that morning, and Jayne too could find that the prayer's end was accompanied by a warm glow surrounding her. True faith had effects on people at times, and it seemed her prayer was answered. Her strength had been restored for the dawning day, and the effects ought to be obvious to others that came in sight of her for those morning hours. <br><br>((OOC: I have a bit of house-rule about prayers and Gods, even if that was descriptive to restore her magic for the day, prayers still hold power. Granted, there is a percentile roll I make, and Clerics / Oracles / Paladins are the ones that have most chances for it to work, but anyhow, Jayne's feeling the effects for now. She's under <em>Eagle's Splendor</em>, her Charisma is increased by +4 at CL 20 this morning, lasting above average, a full hour's time after the end of her prayer. Anyone else can try and pray at any time, but there's generally 1 prayer/day to use, and pulling one off requires some peace, so its not a combat-action. Just for future reference.. and also a handy opportunity for DM help, though again, mostly its based on dice and their favor. ))<br><br>Sheva's magic revealed the ranger was speaking truth as far as he knew, and the spell was certain he believed what he said. With a bow of his head at the time as Sheva let him free, he smiled to her in a grateful manner, not seeming to have taken offence. "I can understand your worry. I will lead you through the path under their watch, but it only gets you past the towers at the 'border', you'll have to find your own way to town. I am sure they have already fixed the entrance we took." He spoke seriously, but got ready to leave and head on the way as well.<br><br>Horo's approach made him blink though, but pet along her head, looking at her amused, but not saying anything right away, instead looking at others. "Is she always this affectionate?" He seemed a bit humored, though not complaining at all about her touch. "Also, no I dont need a horse.. and... that's a bit of a problem. The tunnel is some ten feet high, can you walk the horses through it safely?" He asked looking at Sheva. "They might not like getting underground, which might mean taking down the towers instead to get past."<br><br>Sachi's magic seemed to clear the people's outfits nicely, while the prisoner-woman blinked as the spell was cast on her, but nod her head gratefully, speaking a bit warily at Sachi. "For an enemy... you are not as ... cruel as we are taught." She remarked, then looking away again. Her eyes seem to be observing Will, in particular.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 10:25:53</strong>
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				Sachiko looked at the orcs, still bound and only lightly fed.&nbsp; She shook her head, then drew Will aside.&nbsp; “Sir Knight, the dragon I who taught me would have had something too say in this situation.&nbsp; She would have said, ‘It is no great virtue to love one’s neighbor.&nbsp; It is a greater virtue by far to love ones enemy.&nbsp; <br>“’This is not sentimentality.&nbsp; It is your enemy who challenges you.&nbsp; It is your enemy who tests you strength, creativity, and intellect.&nbsp; Your neighbor keeps your comfortable, your enemy forces you to surpass yourself.’&nbsp; <br>“I say we give thanks to Behomet that he has given us an opportunity to show mercy to these orcs without endangering our neighbors.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 11:05:46</strong>
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				(OOC: Sorry for delay, lots of actions coming)<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106565.msg4760799#msg4760799">Quote from: Wintercat on 09-06-2011, 01:02:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Will's questions made the woman watching him grimace and sigh. "Our boss doesn't take kindly to failure, I am expecting a rather harsh treatment but it will remind me to not fail again. He's not the sort to do permanent harm, but he issues discipline as necessary. I have come to accept that." She watched Will warily, but then nod a bit about the armor. "I dislike being stripped like this but I suppose you did not have anything to cover me up with, and seeing how the underwear is still there and I don't feel particularily sore, I would say you aren't all bad, even if you are intruders. Can't say I'd expect the same to you all if things were different." Her tone serious as she spoke, but then thinking a bit. "I don't know how to modify that armor if that's what you are asking. I'm a mage-hunter, specializing in interrupting casters in battlefield usually, but yours is a bit too good at her concentration it seems. Orcs are numerous enough for a fight but not too lasting against magic so I was supposed to keep a caster from totalling them. Didn't expect to find this many folks around though, my failure was in failing to foresee this." Her tone again serious, and bordering on harsh. "Now, I don't know if you are going to allow it, but my head still hurts so I think I'm going to faint and rest a while."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Will listened the woman and when she made request to faint he reached forward with his hand. His fingers moving through scalp of the woman and thumb pressing her forehead. A slightly shining silver light comes from his fingers, giving woman a little touch of healing. After the glow faded he took hand away and said; "I hope that eased some headache, get some sleep then. I do not expect your boss and your side give us much mercy nor care, but we are not you so we have no reason do same as you would do your prisoners." Will then would be part of night watch and have short rest in the dawn. When all activity starts Will wakes up and starts once again clean his katana. Take some fresh water and do short prayer to bless it he washes water over his blade, preparing what he said to do yesterday; execute the orcs.<br><br>However Sachiko then pulled him aside and held discussion with him regarding mercy. Listening her Will replies; "Bahamuth has granted me sight to detect evil, and I see these orcs have long time walked down that path. Also orcs have no gods in their own pantheon to speak towards good at all. Bahamuth would not show mercy to Tiamat's spawn nor Tiamat herself if given same situation I am now when it comes to judgement and execution. But unlike deities and immortals a mortal hearth can change..." Will glances to the bound mage hunter and then back to Sachiko and says; "So I ask Bahamuth guidance regarding decision; mercy or no mercy to these orcs. Bahamuth teaches disapprove strongly any evil and any foul deeds, but I cannot see what deeds these orcs did to earn to have such dark aura and I can only guess. But Bahamuth can see farther in future and past than my eyes could."<br><br>So when Jayne had done her prayers, Will entered his. He knelt upon beach rock, holding his katana in scabbard in his hand while shield in his back and he started pray in draconic, listing virtues and teachings of Bahamuth's order along with placing his usual knightly oaths top of those teachings. As he is both knight of a kingdom which he has sworn to protect and also knight of the order of Bahamuth. At end of the hour long prayer ritual his prayer turns more unique in words and form of request;<br><br>"I am your claw Bahamuth,<br>I carry blood of one your chosen in my veins,<br>I have brought light when there has been none in your name,<br>I have withstood pain to achieve many victories for you,<br>Yet I do not demand reward nor payment to my hands doing these things,<br>So, as I pray, please give me revelation which helps guide me decision; <br>Do I execute orcs in this radiant calm dawn and send their souls to darkness<br>where they souls will belong, or shall I grant them kindness of mercy and give them second<br>chance in life to walk in the light?"<br><br>OOC: Will does the prayer for today, hoping for buff and perhaps vision from Bahamuth regarding which direction to go. Or Bahamuth may decide not answer and test Will's judgement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 10:08:10</strong>
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				Will's time in prayer granted him no vision, no true answer for that day, but as he finished his prayer his swordarm was strong and firm, his strength focused. The knight's strength seemed to have become enhanced, and that was all the answer he seemed to receive for his prayer, but above, the sky rumbled with distant thunder. There was no serenity to be found anywhere nearby it seemed, not with the storm approaching.<br><br>In the light of the lightning bolt, in the distance, Will could see black smoke, somewhere far ahead at the raised cliffs of the island's spine.<br><br>(OOC: Will has a +4 enchantment bonus to strength, for the duration of the next hour.)<br><br>Back at the camp Calton was at watch, looking around, waiting for everyone to be ready to head on. The morning so far had seemed to be lacking a real rush anywhere, but the horses were nervous, and he had been trying to calm them for a short while in his passing. The panic among the horses seemed to be growing though, as he frowned, shouting up. "Whatever we are going to do we might watn to get on the move soon ,the horses must not like the storm or something." He looked upon the rest of the group.<br><br>Astal cast a glance at everyone and then nod. "If you will follow me then." He turned to lead the way, with the rest and the care the group had given him, the ranger seemed to be a lot better off than he had been on his arrival. Walking the path, he began to lead the group, both Captain Sheva's followers and the heroes. He seemed keen to try and talk to Sheva though, smiling and trying to exchange words with her whenever possible, from little chit chat to trying to coax Sheva to talk about herself. In the meanwhile, he told a fair share about himself.<br><br>Apparently, Astal was a bastard of a guild official and a village girl, but had been taken up by his father to learn as an operative even if not accepted to the family. He had done his best to become a capable man, but the recent events had shocked his conviction in his abilities. He seemed to be eager to complain about the hardship of being a boss, even to just a handful of people, but still smiling and laughing about the pleasure of their company at times, recalling the others only briefly. He spoke of a small island where he wanted to settle down as an old man someday to watch ships cross safe seas once more, before being lowered to the waves one day. <br><br>It took the group roughly twenty minutes from the campsite to reach what could be described as a road-in-progress. Sand had been cast along a path through the woods, vegetation chopped and broken out of the way, and the path seeming to be leading towards a nearby small sandy beach, and the other end towards the cliffs. "We follow this road and we can move ahead a lot faster, especially thanks to horses. Here on, they are helpful up until we reach the watchtowers. We can try and take those towers by surprise, the enemy doesn't seem to have a lot of magic to spare to grunts, so they'll rely on messenger birds. If you are confident that we can take down any messenger bird sent, we could take them by force and ride past then, but if you want to try and use caution, there's a detour of a small passage beneath the watchline. Its moist caverns, and leads to the other side, but there's no room to ride in there, the horses will have to be walked through. I think it should be fine, as long as no horses panic. Which way would you like to take everyone?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'll try and separate the divine prayer for restoring the spells &amp; prayer for aid in the future if you prefer, Aether, Zaer. Its benefits rarely last for long, generally not more than an hour, but they can come in handy at times, and they work for other classes too not just the religious ones. Once a day is the amount of times it can be tried, but it could be useful for a rogue locked up in a dungeon waiting for execution to see if the fortune favors them then, even if they don't particularily hold a strong faith, but still, an advantage, on occasion. I hope it wont end up abused though, as the more its used, the greater the risk a luck turns sour. *Shrugs* Anyway, given enough time it ought to be fine. On a side note, donations to causes the characters might support <em>might</em> also hold an effect.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 14:28:49</strong>
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				Will got no vision from Bahamuth, he prayed but in response he only got his arms bulge with power and strenght what they had got no before. Will then measured that Bahamuth either tests him or leaves it upon his judgement how to deal with orc prisoners. He knew that the orcs boss will likely punish them upon from failure already, orcs may be dim witted but not completely dumb. So they unlikely return to the boss if released but they may seek redeem themselves by trying attack the group again.<br><br>But consider only few soldiers and guards are needed guard the orcs it is fine, but the dark skinned woman is the most dangerous from them all. He then decides not to execute the orcs, as after they get the crown then the charmed orcs and tribes would disband in the chaos and conflict and so orcs would no longer be a threat to others (expect those who come to the island). So at dawn of prayer he walks from the rock join others and inform Sachiko his decision; "I chose to delay the judgement, as if we get the crown soon the orc prisoners can be released as they are no longer under crown's influence. But if we get extended campaign and need all soldiers we have, we cannot afford leave unattended prisoners linger about."<br><br>Will joins the formation with others when they head out during upcoming storm. Holding his shield and katana ready in his hands and use his blade to much humbler tasks; like cut off some thick vines and vegetation which blocks group's path. Moving in the front along side Astal's guidance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 22:31:26</strong>
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				&nbsp; Sachi nodded too Will.&nbsp; "All right, then.&nbsp; We fray their bonds and leave them with daggers and flint.&nbsp; By the time they get loose, w will be well on our way."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; She glanced at the ebony girl, "We should take her with us for a while longer, if only so that she doesn't wind up bound when the orcs get free."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; *&nbsp; *&nbsp; *<br><br>&nbsp; Upon hearing of the towers, Sachi suggests, "If we could capture these fortifications, they would make a strong new base camp."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 09:08:29</strong>
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				Jayne agrees that towers are well within her creative liberties, seeing as her mount can climb like no ones business...&nbsp; So she calls her trusty companion from his shadowy home and astrides him to walk the trail in preparation for the assault to come.&nbsp; Jayne glowed with a commanding energy as she called to some of the crossbowmen and detailed to them her plan.&nbsp; She asked for close cover fire as she rose high above a tower to take it from above....&nbsp; With a wink and a quick, 'Hells yes it will work!!' to each concerned about her not widely known plan, she clambered on upon her large mount.&nbsp; The creaking of its scales amongst the others rustling along with the leaves about them.<br><br>As she rode, she would concentrate upon her magical abilities, and about her she would weave a mystical layer of armor, glistening hot white.&nbsp; Next she would focus upon her fist and pray for the divine certainty that her blow would connect.&nbsp; With all her preparatory spells in place, she would quickly stalk to the line and size up the landscape.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 09:19:03</strong>
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				Just going along with the flow of things, and keeping to more or less the middle of the group. Hearing the options for the assault on one of the towers, as I am more then eager to attack and see what will happen. Far more interested in seeing what my new ranger boy toy will do in such a instance, as I'm sure it would be neat! Smiling to myself as I put my cloak back on for the time being, to the annoyance to everyone watching I'm sure. Leaving it open in the front at least, as I am deal with any birds that may fly out at any given time. <br><br>Not casting any spells on myself, since few of them have any long term durations to them. No, I shall wait for the fight to start before letting on with the chaos and the explosions and other such lovely. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 11:36:47</strong>
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				Sachi wove some enchantments herself, a shimmering of golden light across her flesh that vanished for armor, and an intter light that signified False Life before it too faded into wait.&nbsp; <br><br>When they had the towers in sight, she cast a third, and her heals grew light as a feather.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 13:44:52</strong>
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				The crossbowmen all seemed to obey whoever was suggesting the most immediate smartest plan, and the agreement was more implicit now, most felt comfortable having a true warrior used to more battles give suggestions. <br><br>Sheva looked at the woman hostage which was the leader of their group.<br><br>"You can take your sword boots, a cape, water and food back, but I am going to curse you. Dont worry its not going to be that bad. Only that you don't aid or direct any cause to jeapodise ours, and do not show&nbsp; yourself to the others here for three days. Just stay alive on your own with your sword eating what you can - for three days then your back to make whatever schemes delight your soul"<br><br>Sheva thought it was quite kind considering<br><br>"I know you may later want vengance or whatever but I am effectively letting you go but only ensuring you don't ruin our efforts for a little while" without waiting for the knights to agree or disagree on the idea of cursing their hostage Sheva held the woman by the temple and cast the spell clearly.<br><br>"I will stay with the crossbowmen for this stretch, but if anyone wants me to cast fly on them tell me"<br><br>((OOCL Trying to conserve spells, but if any need me to cast web I will go)) <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 18:30:15</strong>
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				"Alright, to the towers it is then." Astal turned to lead the group along then, moving ahead. The woods ended soon, showing clearly cut-down line, the orcs had perhaps harvested lumber here before, or at least someone had, the line of where the forest was cut off was very near and clear. There were branches cut off nearby on the ground, and piled up in a few places, but trunks had been pulled away it seemed. <br><br>Beyond those rose a small hill, and the sandy road along it towards the two towers built there. There was remnants of an old shield-wall there, but that seemed to have collapsed long ago. At highest, it was some 3 feet tall bit of stone, and most places had gaps of 20 feet or more where no stones higher than half a foot rose from the ground. <br><br>The two towers were both 30 feet tall, and made of stone bricks, looking too well made to be orc architecture. The towers themselves were 60 feet away from one another, with the burnt, broken ruins of a third tower littering the ground at the far-right side of the broken shield-wall. <br><br>"Its a stretch of 100 feet from the treeline to the towers. We can make it quickly, charging ahead, but I still think we'll be divided unless you all want to charge the same place." He gestured at the two towers. <br><br>"Nobody has a spyglass?" The ranger suddenly asked, pausing to look from one to another. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 21:13:04</strong>
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				Jayne continues the ungainly seeming advance and upon hearing the call for a spyglass, reveals one and offers it to Astal.&nbsp; She was thinking she could keep one tower distracted, but how terribly that would go if they got a couple of lucky hits off...&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 16:52:29</strong>
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				&nbsp; SAchi touched Jayne's shoulder, then took the spyglass in place of Astral.&nbsp; "Slow down, Jayne, let's tale a look."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; She surveyed the towers, nothing how high the lower entrances were, how wide the windows were, how close she'd have too get too throw magic missiles, and how many foes were visible.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 17:26:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There were small windows on the second floor, and the third floor had a covering roof of tiles built, with damage visible in the roof of at least one of the two towers. There were arrowslits in the third floor, and made it hard to shoot back whoever would be there, but looking through the looking glass, Sachi could count four figures moving in the tower to the left, and three figures to the tower in the right. This was up in the third floors, the second floro windows were covered by some sack-cloth on the inside, making it hard to say for sure about them. There were a door to each facing one-another at the ground level, with the remnants of the wall next to them. There was a section of ground that was empty of stones in the wall-line, perhaps a former gate. <br><br>Nonetheless, from the edge of the forest it was a 100 feet stretch to run to the towers, and with 60 feet apart from one another. <br><br>Careful looking also revealed something else. There was a large cage a bit further, partially behind the tower on the left. From the distance, Sachi could see at least 1 bare leg inside of it, a pink, hairless leg not like the ones Orcs had. The tower itself covered sight of whatever lay in the cage though.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 22:48:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; Sachi observed quietly for a moment, then spoke.&nbsp; "I think they have a prisoner behind the tower on the left.&nbsp; In a cage."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; A quite moment later, she continued, "Some of the roofs are damaged, and I see three shapes to the right, four too the left, both moving about on the third floor."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 04:24:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Looking up at the tower and making sure that nothing tries to surprise me this time. With my full range of spells ready and eager to be used, I am just waiting for the others and the meat shields to storm in and cause some distraction. Once the fighting starts I will go about with my own unique strategy, since I work far best by myself and causing mayhem from the side lines. Letting my cloak hang open and exposing my front, as my tail wiggles in anticipation of something exciting and very naughty to happen. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 11:24:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Will observed the three towers, hearing about prisoner he turns and looks to Astal and the exotic fox girl druid and says; "Think you two can sneak close to the cage rescue the prisoner while I and Jayne go front to draw attention? I can deal missile barrages towards me while you rest take down those towers or the men inside them? I think I can get two towers archers or crossbow men's attention towards me while third tower is out of the reach of my skills. But no doubt they will raise alarm and it means they may get reinforcements from the castle."<br><br>OOC: Basically meaning that Test of Mettle has 100'ft radius from Will and so he can get two towers bombard towards his +30 AC vs missile attacks. Not much melee attacking expect stand there and be moving target. While Jayne can with her mount and fly to melee in third tower and rest soldiers just return fire towards towers (and others doing their best thing make soldiers go out from towers or kill them).
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 20:44:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Jayne @ 23 AC, 60 / 60 HP<br>True Strike Active.</span></strong><br><br>Jayne listens and agrees, saying "I shall take charging strikes to and fro between the two erect towers.&nbsp; If I can land a blow, I shall connect, be assured.&nbsp; Crossbowmen, take aim whilst they attack me!"<br><br>With this last bit coming out in a bit of a bravado, Jayne nudged her knees into her mounts sides and rose into the sky.&nbsp; She could feel the presence of the arcane protection armoring her in layers of magical solidity.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she approached the third tower still some 30 yards away, She cast true strike, so that her first blow would most assuredly hit.<br><br>After her magics had been cast, she would charge the first guard she saw upon the towers top, launching from her mounts back decisively striking the life from him, if Bahamuth so desired.<br><br>(((OOC:&nbsp; Cast True Strike first round flying to the tower.&nbsp; Charge and leap from the steeds back for a decisive strike upon one guard on the tower top )))<br><br>Jayne leaps from her steads back at full charge, 60 feet a round and rolls: 1d20a8 Result: 19 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27870).<br>Charging, Decisive, True Strike rolls: 1d20a12 Result: 14 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27871) plus 20 (TS) = 34.<br>Damage: rolls: 1d8a6 Result: 9 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27872), rolls: 1d8 Result: 3 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27873) = 12.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 01:18:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Will nods to Jayne and before she rushes off he holds on her shoulder and says; "Let's wait for second to see do our allies agree with plan and do they want prepare. They may not want rush so fast into action without little before combat blessings and aiding magics in them or in crossbow men." Will winks to Jayne while he turns look on companions what they thinked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 07:10:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(((OOC: Above actions held for the rest of the party )))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 22:58:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(holding action as well:OOC)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 23:20:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rising up to the sky Jayne could see the orcs within the towers moving. Partially covered by roof too, they were in ramshackle shape, enough that the rush of her mount could snatch one of the orcs across the chest with her strike the impact tearing a whole chunk of meat out of the orc's chest tearing it apart in its tanned, poor quality armor. The other orcs fired shots, and while Jayne herself was unharmed her mount was struck by one of the arrows, though not to a visibly shakening effect. The archers in the other tower held fire. Though when Jayne flew over the place she could see the cage with the 'prisoner' in it.<br><br>The cage contained a human body in it, riddled with arrows, stripped of any valuables and thrown to the back of the cage, legs sticking out of its small hiding place. Whoever that had been, had died a grizzly death as orcs target practice earlier from the looks of it. These orcs were far from something even a Paladin could bring back into the light.<br><br>The archers in the second tower were on the move though, and a mere moment later something was thrown out. Small black bird, but when it was tossed it already rushed 90 feet away from the towers direction, at an astonishingly fast rush of speed, seeming to literally ram itself through the air with force no small bird should have.<br><br>"Unified Front, target the mount and bring it down, shoot it!" The commands were being shouted in the tower that the bird flew out of, and holding the spyglass, Sachi could spot a man with onyx-black skin. Similar to their captive woman.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 00:04:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Watching Jayne and her flying mount tear into a orc on top of the tower, as I just sigh out. Using up my prepared action to cast a spell to help her out. My arms waving about me in a determined pattern and mindset, as I point a clawed finger at the roof of the tower. The spell casting and encircling the tower wall in a dome. <br><br>[<strong>Wind Wall!]</strong><br><br>The wall of wind going around the tower in a 30 foot high wall of swirling gusts and noise. Any arrows or bolts that try to pass through it will get sucked in and miss automatically. Finishing off that spell as I use my move and swift actions to turn again into a Medium Size eagle, and jumping into the air to give chase to that bird. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 03:14:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Will, upon seeing Jayne tide out with a mount he sees results of her assault. He rushes forward, moving towards the towers until he is in reach of them and he makes loud and clear shout; "Come down here and fight me filthy greenskins! Come here if you have guts to try hit me by arrow or steel you miserable wretches!"<br><br>OOC: Move action come to open (armor does not slow down Will's speed), then use standard action to activate Test of Mettle. All orcs in both towers (as his ability can reach both) need attack Will with ranged weapons or come down face him in melee (in case if one tower is encaces with wind wall and it is one towers targeted the orcs waste no ammo for useless effort). Will save DC 16 resist test of mettle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 14:28:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				While the towers archers were shooting at the mounted knight Sheva and the crossbowmen charged the closest tower with their horses. Once at its enterance Sheva would leap off her horse and cast knock. While the crossbowmen would do likewise.<br><br>On entry into the room Sheva would cast Web. inside ... <br>then let the crossbowmen just shoot all who are caught in it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 14:39:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"We're counting on you Kai," Sachi breathed and the whirlwind shot through the sky, betwixt the two towers, powering after the bird and striking at it with a current of killing-force breeze as it continued past, then spinning mid air--as whirlwinds were wont to do--to interpose itself between the bird and it's destination should it still fly.&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">Kai (AC 18):&nbsp; Charge 200' feet to fly by attack the bird.&nbsp; <br>Attack Roll 19.&nbsp; <br>Damage 2</div></div><br>(http://gamesnet.vo.llnwd.net/o1/gamestar/objects/114972_main.jpg)<br><br>"Moto hai ai!"&nbsp; <br><br>Tossing her falchion's sheath aside, Sachi broke into a sprint towards the battlefield.&nbsp; The spell she'd cast with an instant's incantaiton speeding her stride briefly beyond what most horses could manage.&nbsp; <br><br>Scarlet hair whipped behind her like a banner, and her legs shot around her loincloth-skirt so fast that nothing save the blurr of spede impeded one's view of their muscular elegence.&nbsp; They still pumped as she bound over the escarpment, then ran for the tower from which the bird had flown and, as if she meant too somehow leap straight into the third story windows from which it had emerged, she sprang from nowhere near the tower...&nbsp; <br><br>Four, then eight, then twelve paces of ground passed further beneath her booted feat as she hurtled higher into the air too reach the tower.&nbsp; By the time she was over it, she was high enough too clear two tall men, one atop the other, with inches too spare.&nbsp; Sachi's feat hit the second floor roof of the tower and she scrambled for the nearest entrance she could fit through, desperate to dive in with the foe before her spell expired or they could reload their mighty arbalests...&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">Sachi:&nbsp; <br>Free Action: Cast Expeditious Retreat, Swift.&nbsp; <br>Full Move Action (at base speed 60) run to the tower, leap up too the second floor, and try to get into the third in the same round.&nbsp; Draw falchion as part of movement.&nbsp; <br>Jump Check 50.&nbsp; (12.5 feet/4 meters high.)&nbsp; <br>AC 20 (Apropriatly modified.)&nbsp; <br>Active Spells:<br>--Mage Armor, Grater.<br>--False Life<br>--Jump<br>--Expeditious Retreat, Swift</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 21:44:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The whirling winds made sure no more arrows or bolts would follow outside right away, with Horo's spell making it difficult for the archers in the towers to do their worst. Just then, the slashing familiar struck the small black bird, making it turn its path to try and avoid that fast cloud of air, and unfortunately for it that put it right into Horo's flight path. <br><br>The Paladin's shout got growling and shouts rising, as orcs were reloading crossbows no doubt planning to take aim at this arrogant son of a bitch next after the taunt they had just been witnessing, but they were not that fast. They were still clearing out their thoughts when the first tower's door was busted in, and at the bottom floor, Sheva could see 5 more orcs, and beds for ten. With the four in the third floor above, this left one bed 'unaccounted for' but her web splashed over the group. The door had not even been locked, so a knock was not necessary, something the lady could see as soon as she came near.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Sheva</div><div class="spoiler_body">OOC: Sheva's web caught 4 orcs to it, Sheva, do you want to roll for your crossbowmen or let me handle it ? They're your soldiers so asking at least. ^^ Also, Knock was not -expended- since the door was not locked and she didn't need it. If you want to write it off, you may, but it was not necessary, though it was good thinking in that case still.</div></div><br>The spell left her fingers and the orcs that had been reaching for their falchions, javelins and one for a bow, were caught up in the thick strings of sticky webbing, all except one orc that screamed and ran to the stairs at the back of the room, trying to rush up at the second floor in a hurry.<br><br>Meanwhile, on the other tower Sachi's leap brought her against the stone wall at the second floor's height, the stone slippery and wet, hard to hold onto but also broken, cracked, and uneven. She caught a handhold after her leap, the climb up not a very difficult one to pull off next if she wishes, but she also spot something through the arrowslit in the wall there. <br><br>Through it, Sachi could see a badly beaten, but alive human woman, chained from the wrists to a ring in the roof. She was wearing ragged remains of a leather armor, enough to cover her decency, but the skin was covered with several long cuts and whipmarks, her face bruised and her body beaten. Besides her, there stood a woman with jet black skin, like the woman that Sachi and the others had taken prisoner before, and this one was holding a knife to the human woman's throat. <br><br>"Who are your allies, when did they get there, what are the codes to tell them to get back?" She demanded, but the bound woman smirked silently. "The Guild does not permit pirates to live, thugs and highwaymen, pirates and troublemakers, are all bad for business. They'll keep sending more till your master and all of you are dead."<br><br>What's more, Sachi could recognice this woman, despite her dirty appearance, to share a definitely familiar look with the man they had met in the tavern before.<br><br>The second tower's doorway opepened at the ground level, showing a group of five orcs rushing over towards Will, shouting and waving their falchions in the air.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 15:32:39</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">OOC: Sheva's web caught 4 orcs to it, Sheva, do you want to roll for your crossbowmen or let me handle it ? They're your soldiers so asking at least. ^^ Also, Knock was not -expended- since the door was not locked and she didn't need it. If you want to write it off, you may, but it was not necessary, though it was good thinking in that case still.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>OOC: Feel free to god mode any of the crossbowmen. Actaully that goes for GM and players alike, they will be fun if they are useful to what we want them to be useful for. - I will expend the Knock spell regardless as I would have done so before checking if it was locked (I would have assumed it was alway in real life)<br><br><strong>"Right buddies do your worst ! While they are prone exploit it !" <br></strong><br>It was a shame to use most of the firebolts when not necessary but seeing how much it effected the web would be interesting. If it killed them and removed the web like fire does with spider webs then it would be a useful storming tactic to adopt on the run. Also with any luck they may find more magical bolts or arrows heads.<br><br><strong>"Once we done we do the same again in the story above us"<br></strong><br>(OOC Happy for the storyteller to god-mode the rest of the effort Sheva and the crossbowmen manage - to keep the plot moving - this thread has SUCH A cool plot line - im impatient to see the next step - still it seems horrid to rush wicked role playing oppitunities - btw all we have aleaady got a lot further than most do with system threads ! cred to our storyteller !)<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 12:45:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The webs caught aflame as the burning bolts struck inside the room, and bursts of flames consumed the four orcs, the last orc trying to flee took a direct hit from a bolt, shrieking and falling, all five dead before they could leave the bottom floor of the tower, slaughtered where they stood. The flames did not raise further in the tower, but the smoke must be rising to the second floor at least.<br><br>The orcs were readying their crossbows for a new volley, the wind wall was pressing close to the towers, and in the air Sachi's familiar and Horo were trapping the 'messenger bird' between the two of them, giving it no real openings to flee to.<br><br>((OOC: Basically, round 1 is wrapped up with Sheva's decision, So go ahead with the next one. ))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 13:01:43</strong>
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				<em>Why do I get the feeling they need her alive?&nbsp; <br><br>Maybe because they've killed everyone else.&nbsp; Get moving girl! </em><br><br>Sachi pulled herself further up the tower, then--image of the tortured girl fresh in her mind, groaned.&nbsp; <em>I've got to be faster.</em>&nbsp; "Moto hai ai," she hissed, and again speed coursed through her.&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">Climbing at normal rate, but with base move 60'.&nbsp; <br>Climb check 13.<br>Aura set for energy shield.&nbsp; <br></div></div><br>Sachi groaned at the exertion of scrambling up the wall, forcing her fingers too hold her as her toes slipped on the wet stone more than once, but with her augmented speed it didn't take long 'til she tossed herself over the crenelations and rolled too her feet.&nbsp; For an instant, she grinned at the orcs, taking her blade in both hands.&nbsp; "LEt's play, boys."&nbsp; <br><br>And then she was off again, blurring into the tower and down the stairs towards the ebon skinned girl who held their employers daughter at knife point.&nbsp; <br><br>Ethereal flames flickered along the girls body as she came to be included in the protection of Sachi's aura...&nbsp; <br><br>"Try me, bitch."&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>23-06-2011, 14:03:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well what do u know ! that actually went well !" Sheva laughed. She didnt have much training in tactics but sometimesthe <br>right combination of options was more or less the same thing... even better if circumstance prevailed.<br><br>Web in confined spaces and crossbowmen ? Not fun for anyone on the receiving end.<br><br>"Slit the throats of those dying ... can will come back to loot ... lets storm the level above.... same tactic .. lets go.<br><br>Sheva bolted upstairs - if a door was present she would cast knock (regardless of checking first or not) then the moment she could cast web in the room she would do so - ... then move away suh that the corssbow men could do their dirty deed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 00:52:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The tumble over the edge into the tower's top and rushing ahead to the stairs before the orcs could really even react to her sudden, strange arrival, Sachi reached the stairs while only one orc could thrust a dagger hurriedly at her back when she rushed past, but failing to do as much as to put a scratch on her fast moving form, leaving Sachi free of that threat as well, and nearing the second floor fast in those stairs.<br><br>Sachi's arrival in the room with the girl caught the torturer by surprise, making her turn towards Sachi a knife in hand. She grimaced and looked at the woman intruding on her fun, snatching a wand from her belt. <br><br>Meanwhile, Sheva's men followed her to the other tower's second room, kicking in the door to reveal a study with maps set out at ready and a table with a black-skinned man standing behind it looking up at Sheva and her guards with a glare on his face. He was dressed in a breastplate, and a large shield leaned to the table nearby, a longsword by his side. As the group arrived, the soldiers raised their crossbows at ready. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 07:00:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Catching up witht he bird in my own medium sized bird form, as I let out a predator screech, flying in to get in a grapple and catch the bird in one of my claws. Aiming myself and diving in for this action, while not at all paying much attention to the main fight. <br><br>(touch attack of 19, so hit. Grapple check of 21 without any size modifers.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 15:45:45</strong>
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				Will saw the orcs approach with falchion and see some prepare crossbows. He takes short step towards falchion using orcs and release another challenging taunt to all orcs in area what can hear his voice clearly; "Come on! Is that orcish horde or just kindergarden group? You can do better than four orcs coming hit me!" He raises his shield and chants; "Bahamuth's light, ward me!" Again his shield shines by blue/white light and makes the symbol of Bahamuth more brighter and easy to see. Will held balanced guarded stance while he waited the orcs charge and fire at him.<br><br>OOC: Standard action for Test of Mettle, will save DC 16 resist. Use move action to use Divine Shield to give bonus to AC. AC is now 28 (33 vs ranged attacks). If all orcs charge, he can make 3 AoO. I assume Bull Strength effect is still on (if not, -2 from attack and dmg rolls).<br><br><strong>AoO 3: Hit AC 26, doing 15pts slashing mithril(silver) magic dmg, 2pts cold dmg</strong><br>At 2011-06-29 08:39:12, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+12 Result: 26 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28521)<br>At 2011-06-29 08:42:13, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d10a+6 Result: 15 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28524)<br>At 2011-06-29 08:42:31, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d6 Result: 2 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28527)<br><br><strong>AoO 2: Hit AC 14, doing 14pts slashing mithril(silver) magic dmg, 4pts cold dmg</strong><br>At 2011-06-29 08:38:52, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+12 Result: 14 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28520)<br>At 2011-06-29 08:42:08, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d10a+6 Result: 14 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28523)<br>At 2011-06-29 08:42:28, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d6 Result: 4 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28526)<br><br><strong>AoO 1: Hit AC 15, doing 10pts slashing mithril(silver) magic dmg, 3pts cold dmg</strong><br>At 2011-06-29 08:38:41, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+12 Result: 15 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28519)<br>At 2011-06-29 08:42:04, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d10a+6 Result: 10 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28522)<br>At 2011-06-29 08:42:25, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d6 Result: 3 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28525)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 22:00:29</strong>
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				Horo's aerial acrobatics netted her with a catch, the bird of prey snatching the smaller bird. It was like stone in Horo's grip, trying to break free, but when held it let out a whining noise speaking up in common. "Breach at the gates, send the rest of the clan, holding them off as long as we can." The bird then trembled and turned to stone in Horo's fingers, becoming a solid piece of stone there. <br><br>Meanwhile on the ground Will's challenge was met by orc after orc, the blade slashing three times, neatly cutting down two orcs but missing one, and the fourth one coming after leaping to strike at Will's chest with a falchion, the blade coming down on the knife with vengeance and bloodlust bellowed out in a bestial voice. The guttural shriek sounding out loud as the blade sank into his flesh. The next instant the orc's blade burst out a flaming heat into the wound, cauterizing it on the spot but causing its own share of agony. The orc grinned, obviously a boss of some sort for the orcs that had charged, the other one slashing at Will's side trying to flank him but with little actual success at that slash of a blade, mostly just scratching Will's armor.<br><br>((OOC: Will took in a near-critical hit, the orc's falchion rending Will for 7 normal damage, and 6 fire damage. Total of 13 damage from the strike. ))<br><br>Flying in the air and seeing the battlefield, Jayne had a perfect vantage point to see the team rush into the towers to take them. She also had the view of the distance past the towers, and the treeline there. Someone was watching the fight, from the treeline. Whoever it was, seemed to be taking an interest on the group. <br><br>There was also a view of the three orcs at the nearest tower trying to take aim at her and fire, ignoring the sight of Will entirely. The wind wall blowing their bolts all around, harmlessly scattering them. From the other tower, a round of bolts flew her way but missed her and the mount entirely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 13:51:53</strong>
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				Jayne would urge her mount forward when catching sight of the observer.&nbsp; She called upon Bahamuth for accuracy divinely backed into her next strike.&nbsp; With the natural and total connection with her mount, she could extend this spell to his advantages.<br><br>((OOC:&nbsp; Jayne will charge and cast true strike for her and her mount.&nbsp; Once she gets there, she will give chase and try to grapple with the mounts talons ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 23:35:25</strong>
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				Jayne's mount took a swift dive at the waiting figure, and the figure became apparent. An actual <em>ogre</em> was watching from the woods, showing remarkable intellect for such a lumbering beast. The divine strike from a mounted warrior was still one that the creature was not expecting. Its eyes widened as it raised its large hairy hands trying to sway Jayne from the air but the mount's talons reached out and grasped a hold on the large figure's arm. The Ogre growled with fury, pulling t back, seeming intent to pummel the Paladin and her mount the next instant.<br><br>"Big bad! Flying bad! Have to beat the flying meat!"<br><br>(( There's no real miss chance with the true strike but feel free to make the rolls, I can handle that OOC as well but in this instance I think it would be prudent for the player to know how well they did. ^^ Also, SORRY FOR MY DELAYS. ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 09:07:22</strong>
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				Sachi's falchion licked at the ebony girl again and again, teasing the wand and the dagger, seeking the right moment too deliver a powerful blow to bare flesh.&nbsp; She used her weapon's reach too the advantage, holding the other girl within the furthest two feet of the blade's reach, trying not to let her get closer.&nbsp; <br><br>(http://gamesnet.vo.llnwd.net/o1/gamestar/objects/114972_main.jpg)<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">Power Attack 2.&nbsp; <br>Attack Roll 14<br>Damage on a hit: 17<br>If this does not connect, do I see sign of an armor bonus?&nbsp; <br>If I, or any ally in line of sight, take damage in melee, the dealer takes 3(?) fire damage.&nbsp; </div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 15:05:23</strong>
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				<em>Meanwhile, Sheva's men followed her to the other tower's second room, kicking in the door to reveal a study with maps set out at ready and a table with a black-skinned man standing behind it looking up at Sheva and her guards with a glare on his face. He was dressed in a breastplate, and a large shield leaned to the table nearby, a longsword by his side. As the group arrived, the soldiers raised their crossbows at ready. </em><br><br>Sheva's initial instinct if seeing a group was to cast web .. but it was one man in breastplate about maps. Alone. he must be important. A strategist. Casting greese may work but that may ruin the maps and anything which could shed insight into his musings. Instead an idea came. What he could reveal could make him a valuable prisoner more than that other crazy bitch they met beforehand.<br><br><strong>" Only shoot if my spell to freeze him in place fails ! " </strong><br><br>Sheva casts HOLD PERSON on the single man facing them.&nbsp; <br><br>(OOC: How well this works I will let the storyteller decide based on role play and plot options, )<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NicciKotor</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 22:06:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Well that was interesting, watching the bird relay its message to me before turning to stone. What a weird arcane spell to do in such a fashion. Using a real bird would have had been far more likely to succeed. Shrugging to myself, which in bird form is quite awkward, as I sail around in the air watching the battle below. Keeping the archers on the top of the tower distracted and keeping them shooting through my wind wall. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 20:39:49</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106565.msg4860093#msg4860093">Quote from: Wintercat on 29-06-2011, 22:00:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Meanwhile on the ground Will's challenge was met by orc after orc, the blade slashing three times, neatly cutting down two orcs but missing one, and the fourth one coming after leaping to strike at Will's chest with a falchion, the blade coming down on the knife with vengeance and bloodlust bellowed out in a bestial voice. The guttural shriek sounding out loud as the blade sank into his flesh. The next instant the orc's blade burst out a flaming heat into the wound, cauterizing it on the spot but causing its own share of agony. The orc grinned, obviously a boss of some sort for the orcs that had charged, the other one slashing at Will's side trying to flank him but with little actual success at that slash of a blade, mostly just scratching Will's armor.<br><br>((OOC: Will took in a near-critical hit, the orc's falchion rending Will for 7 normal damage, and 6 fire damage. Total of 13 damage from the strike. ))<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Will grunts when orc makes powerful blow against his armor! Shattering and tearing few scales and draw blood. But his scaled body is tough and is also tough against elements, as the blast of flame did not even cause his body blacken around the cut! Just slightly smoke! Will grins, smiling to the orc leader he says; "Well, your good opponent. Need take care of this distracting pest first so we can have good fight...." Will then focus all his slashes on other orc who had moved to flank him while two other orcs laid in ground bleeding! Keeping his guard up focused towards the leader orc!<br><br>OOC: Shield block focused to leader orc, +1 shield AC extra vs him (AC 29 vs leader orc, 28 vs other orc). Also Will's armor gives him fire resistance 5, so only 8pts dmg to him. Will performs full attack, making two attacks on orc trying flank him and striked last. If flanked he moves 5'ft step to move out from the flank (and out from melee from leader orc).<br><br><strong>Attack 1: Hit AC 23, doing 8pts slashing mithril(silver) magic dmg, 1pts cold dmg</strong><br>At 2011-07-08 13:35:04, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+12 Result: 23 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29123)<br>At 2011-07-08 13:35:33, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d10a+6 Result: 8 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29125)<br>At 2011-07-08 13:35:51, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d6 Result: 1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29127)<br><br><strong>Attack 2: Hit AC 17, doing 7pts slashing mithril(silver) magic dmg, 2pts cold dmg</strong><br>At 2011-07-08 13:35:14, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+7 Result: 17 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29124)<br>At 2011-07-08 13:35:37, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d10a+6 Result: 7 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29126)<br>At 2011-07-08 13:35:55, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d6 Result: 2 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29128)<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 11:54:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sheva's magic caused the man to halt before the maps, freezing him still as the spellwords came to completion. Guards rushed in to surround him first, eyeing the stairs to the top where the others must be finishing up their fight. The man glared at Sheva but that was all he could do, his expression unchanging other than his eyes and their lids. <br><br>Meanwhile, Zaer's swordsmanship brought down the remaining orc soldier on the ground, only leaving the few at the top of their towers waiting anymore. The orcs numbers had dwindled, this battle was almost over. The orc boss looked like he realized it too, shouting out bellowingly. "We aint getting slaughtered here! Run for the hills, boys!"<br><br>Sachi's blade bit deep into the woman's dark flesh, making her shriek and tremble. Seeming like a mage she backed away badly shaken up, panting and holding her chest but reaching to her side she pulled out something from a hidden pocket, raising a vial to her lips and drinking it down hurriedly. She had backed away five feet before drinking that, but the effects were obvious. Ghostly illusion of stone itself coating her body appeared and faded, but there was a definite magical aura lingering, whatever that potion did. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 05:33:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At a nod from Sheva one of the crossbowman butted the back of the frozen strategist man's head with the rear of his repeating crossbow, and the man's eyes rolled to the back of his head feainting instantly.<br><br>"Phew that was just straight out luck right there. I wasn't expecting that to work. But good thing it did. David - Strip him of all save underwear and bind him. He may have items that we could touch or trigger so lets take no chances. Going through his stuff, these maps and books and what is kept downstairs we can manage later. The rest follow me - up the next flight of stairs - I guess we expect the same thing - trouble" <br><br>David set to carefully binding the man and did so much more thoroughly than what would be required. One thing that one gets after being on a ship - is you know how to get the best from rope. Some knots, some techniques only those that know how to sail can think of.<br><br>The rest moved in quick succession up the stairs .. same tactic. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>14-07-2011, 11:54:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Will heard what orc bellowed out, with grin replying; "What makes you think I let you run to the hills? We have unfinished business here! Or do you want your men know what scary pants sort leader you are!" Will challenged the orc leader one vs one combat and he moves to strike him rapidly twice, now focusing entirely to one foe and keep him from running away from him! Until one of them is down!<br><br>OOC: Will does Knight's Challenge, if mob is -2 CR from Will's CR then he is suitable target for Knight's Challenge. Get +1 to attack rolls, dmg rolls and will save and also foe is compelled to fight Will (or get ridiculed by their allies for years to come). Note; Will's threatened area counts as difficult terrain so his foe pays double cost to move out from and cannot withdraw until foe is out of reach. Also tumbling is penalized equal to his Knight level (-6 that is). Anyways first attack is with smite evil. AC is 29 vs the orc leader. If both attacks hit, <strong>total DMG 37pts + 6pts cold dmg = 43pts</strong>.<br><br><strong>Smite evil attack hits AC 27 (forgot bull's strength), doing 21pts magic mithril dmg and 1pt cold dmg</strong><br>At 2011-07-14 04:47:21, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+15 Result: 25 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29415)<br>At 2011-07-14 04:48:47, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d10a+11 Result: 21 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29417)<br>At 2011-07-14 04:49:26, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d6 Result: 1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29419)<br><br><strong>Second regular attack hits AC 20, doing 16pts magic mithril dmg and 5pts cold dmg</strong><br>At 2011-07-14 04:47:54, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+8 Result: 20 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29416)<br>At 2011-07-14 04:49:06, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d10a+7 Result: 16 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29418)<br>At 2011-07-14 04:49:31, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d6 Result: 5 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29420)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 19:33:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Will's blade bit deep and cut the orc down where it stood, the challenge having provoked the orc to roar but the slicing blade knew no mercy, and the orc doubled over before collapsing, the blackened blood running along Will's blade at that time. The orcs rush was finished, the sounds from the tower making clear that it too was nearing depletion. In one tower, only the three orcs at the top were still moving, and in the other, Sheva's group charged to the top. Web covered the orcs before fiery bolts struck home, and screaming and blazing heat replaced reloading orcs, leaving the thick smoke to rise towards the sky slowly. <br><br>This battle was already won. Meanwhile, the large ogre was trying to catch a hold of the flying mount and the paladin on its back, growling. "Flying bad, need to smush it!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>17-07-2011, 20:58:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jayne tried to repress a laugh and lifted her and the mount just out of the orcs reach and prepared another true strike spell.&nbsp; Touching her mount, she released it, "Strike True!!"<br><br>With that, she swiped down quickly, her mount reaching for the orcs shoulders with both of its talons , goin straight for the gripping strike to fly away with said orc.&nbsp; <br><br>(((OOC:&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Grapple rolls: 1d20a13m20 Result: 36 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=29746) for gripping the orc by the mounts talons and taking flight with him so supported into the air.&nbsp; )))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 10:48:36</strong>
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				"Ok all we have the tower now take down that ogre before he kills one of our heros ! Then we loot the tower, hopefully find a hidden cache or two, one that prisoner in that map room may know a little about... that zone of truth spell of mine really is coming in handy !"<br><br>The command wasn't necessary the crossbow men were already reloading and would pepper the great beast from where they were. It was further way and a hail of arrows was more appropriate than targeted shooting. Still the thing was huge, and bolts from many heavy repeating crossbows made short work of most things.<br><br>"Release !"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 11:14:56</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Oh no you don’t,” Sachi growled, batting at the dagger and leaping in again to bring her blade down hard at the ebon girl’s shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>(http://gamesnet.vo.llnwd.net/o1/gamestar/objects/114972_main.jpg)<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">Attack Roll 15<br>Damage Roll 15 (12 Slashing, 3 Force.) </div></div> <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 22:50:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Will, downing the leader orc and seeing most situation is at hand in battlefield. So no better thing to do than head to the tower where Sachi headed alone earlier, readying to ram through the door of the tower if needed!<br><br>OOC: Double move to tower where Sachi is.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>22-07-2011, 18:35:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sachi's strike sent stone bits flying in the air as the woman stepped back shocked, the cut seeming to reach past the spell to cut into her flesh and making her stagger a bit, already looking a bit worse for the wear. Grimacing as she heard a slam downstairs, she stared at Sachi and shouted something in orcish briefly, sounding like commands, for the ones above. None came to help her though.<br><br>Will reached the base of the tower, weapon racks full of old spears, falchions and a few bows and arrows, the place was otherwise deserted, stairs up to the next floor nearby, the sounds of battle from Sachi and the black-skinned woman squaring it off with their weaponry. <br><br>"Sea damn you why do you push in our way!?" The woman shouted and tossed something at Sachi's direction, a green vial that glinted and exploded to green gas at Sachi's feet.<br><br>((OOC: Can I get a Fortitude save from Sachi? DC is at 16, if successful, no harm, if failing, the effects will not be felt -immediately-.<br><br>Kate's troops fired off their shots at the distant treeline with the ogre, but the ogre had cover from trees and from Jayne and her mount. The claws sank to the large ogre's flesh, tearing off whole chunks as the ogre screamed and recoiled in pain at the painful grasp, wounded but not going down yet, swinging its club and smacking both Jayne and her mount with its slam, but with Jayne's protection the blunt slam was little more than a slap on the side. That attack hadn't hit as hard as it perhaps should have. The ogre growled painedly, waving its club angrily at the two of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 13:32:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jump Check: 22 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30308)<br><br>Jayne sees now that her mount just cant use that non lethal touch which she has mastered.&nbsp; Realizing if she was to get any questions answered out of this orc, she would have to dismount and subdue the battered creature.&nbsp; Leaping from her steeds back, willing him high into the air to cover her, Jayne jumped with a leading foot into her foe, striking for a critical nerve bundle that would yield non lethal damage.<br><br>Attack Roll: 23 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30310)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 04:26:57</strong>
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				Will bashes through the door, hearing sounds of battle moves to upstairs to see what is going on....<br><br>OOC: Double move I guess to get to second floor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 12:46:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eyes watering, a grin on moist lips, Sachi's flashing blade pressed her adversary back 'til she was clear of the mist.&nbsp; "You'll have to do better than that," She taunted, weapon licking for a solid blow, but not quite catching one.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Power Attack 2, Attack Roll 8.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 14:36:31</strong>
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				Sachi's swing missed in the green mist, as her blade failed to get a spot in the foe's chest. The swing made the dark skinned woman retreat slightly from her hostage though. The door was slammed open downstairs and steps heard in the steps however. Will emerged at the top of the stairs, right before the woman, who frowned and looked at the two of them, seeming to realize she was flanked between the two of them. Flanked, and seeming to realize she was outmatched, she rushed to the hostage's side wrapping an arm around the bound girl's neck. "Stop right there, or I'll snap her neck!" She stared at the two warily, from Sachi to Will.<br><br>Jayne's leap in the air towards the ogre caught it by surprise, and its eyes-wide expression went from shock and disbelief to horror when her foot slammed to the large ogre's skull, slamming it back. The footing was lost as the ogre stumbled back but Jayne landed on her feet as the ogre slammed to its back in the grass dizzy from the impact and realizing it was laying prone it raised its arm. "Don't kill!" It said, with a guttural voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>04-08-2011, 15:14:39</strong>
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				Sheva looked to the scene and shrugged.<br><br>The ogre thing was prone and one of he heros was above it, it seemed to roar a plead for mercy.<br><br>Hopefully the hero would agree to such a thing, granting mercy can bite you in the backside,<br>but times it doesnt pays for the times it does - unless the times it doesnt mains you or scars you.. or ... <br><br>Anyway Sheva's troops were too far away to really made the decision for the hero.... so she settled her attentions to more immediate matters.<br><br>"Ok we have three floors of this keep that we can loot.. all of you turn the place upside down finding anything valuable, we live on a ship hiding stuff can't really be done... if your all honest you will get your faction and more some. Remember the breastplates you have is a sign the ship is generous and wants you alive, you know it will go into potions or whatever for you anyway ... more sensible things to keep you smiling like barding. While you all do so I will have a talk to our new prisoner"<br><br>Sheva then made her way back to the man they had bound which was in the map room, when she laid her eyes on him she spoke the words needed to create the Zone of Truth.<br><strong><br>"I know you must be frustrated being held then bound before having a chance to hurt us or whatever, <br>but if your a good fighter you know the lack of an injury when you didn't win is better than pride and crippled any day. We intend to loot the place, set an end to the pirating but let you all go to seek honest lives if you wish it. Why we find ourselves in the wrong side of the law or the fence happens. I am not here to judge you, nor really care. I am here to free you if you honestly tell me what I need to know to help us defeat whats beyond, equip ourselves to do so, ideally treasure also ... tell us that .. be honest with all of it, I will ask if there is more your hiding - known traps or safe passageways, secret passage ways, escape routes. Hide information that could help us, Lie to me and you die, speak the truth all of it that serves our intention and I will curse you to never talk or try and communicate with another or leave any signs or messages for three days ... but let you go... alive unharmed. If you need us to save anyone that's being held hostage to ensure your service we will free them. If you want to join us for vengeance or justice, fine. That's all of it"</strong><br><br>She then asked the necessary questions ... and would follow up asking if there was more or anything that else he know of that would help ... and if the lied he will die ... none would be trusted. If he tells the truth she would curse him to not speak to another or try and manage messages for three days.. but let him go ... (after taking all of what he is wearing - but leave him with meager means to defend himself but not anything solid to risk assaulting them)<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>05-08-2011, 17:23:09</strong>
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				Will climbs up the stairs with his scaled body and opens the door, his sowrd coated in blood of the orcs and carrying his well crafted mithril shield other hand. he had only brief mometn asses situation and had no time to react to the dark skinned woman before she had moved back to hostage and hold hostage by the neck. Will relaxes his stance but he holds his weapon and shield ready while he replies; "Fine, we do not approach then. What your going to do now woman? Know that if any harm comes to the woman I swear you will regret it, but I am willing to parlay for life of the woman your holding in fair terms. Just so you know we met another dark skinned woman like you earlier in the beach, we held her prisoner but released after we started proceed deeper in this island. So we do not kill if we do not have to, but if you kill that hostage it is gloves off. So think wisely your terms. As forward notice we will not withdraw from the island nor retreat, as our task has farther in stake than single life of a woman, far more than hostage your holding."<br><br>OOC: Will attempts to use diplomacy reason with dark skinned woman who is holding the hostage. Try get favorable terms both sides in exchange of the hostage and also give idea the dark skinned woman can trust Will keep his word (both for his oath to make her regret but also keep his word for any sensible bargain she makes).<br><br>Diplomacy check 25<br>At 2011-08-05 10:22:40, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+8 Result: 25 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30567)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 21:37:01</strong>
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				Sheva's captive stared at her hatefully but spoke in a serious tone, a deep strong voice in him as he stared right to the depths of her eyes. "You are here to interrupt what has already set in motion. The orcs might not be as strong as you are but they are many, and even the best of champions will fall under an unending tide of green rage when they are set loose. Its not only orcs, when the master's whispers reach your ears it does not matter who or what you are, you know you are going to follow, and woe to anyone that stands in your path. You can cut my throat, woman, but I am loyal to the master." He smirked, laughing at her, though his eyes betrayed a measure of desperation his eyes did not. <br><br>"You are no doubt here to kill the master. He knew more would come after catching the first assassins. The old city is being prepared for war, and though he has to fight those damn tribals every step of the way he will take it to himself, and greenskins will rule this whole area. Those of us who have the intellect and the fortune to stand by his side will be richly rewarded, and those who fail him will meet a fast end." He spoke harshly, staring at her face, but his words came forth as something he seemed to believe in. This man had a fanatical bent to him.<br><br>"The master has set traps, several of them, old cages with killed tribals, arranged so that from a distance you might think there's someone left to save, but these greenskins are not particularily nice folks. They <em>eat</em> those who fall, orc or not." He spoke seriously. "Dead used as 'baits' will get nothing better either. The Master has also arranged for patrols to keep the section of the town wall that has been broken closely guarded. He has no guards on the southern side, because while the wall there is solid he wants it to appear his weak point, when in truth the ground closer to the wall is covered with old oil. A single flaming arrow would sent an army running as living torches." He spoke with a certainty as he said this. <br><br>"He fears the tribals on the west side of the town, closest to this side, because they hold control of the ruins there, and they hold controls of the old caverns <em>under</em> the town, where even the darkskins dont like to wander. Those foul waterways are labyrinthe and those wicked people hold them and defy master's rule." He snarled. "If you ask me for the best way, the tribals would offer you the safest passage perhaps, if you can convince them. Otherwise, you want to get in through the breached walls where you just need to either kill a patrol quickly and without alarming others, or avoid them by careful timing and getting past to the inside."<br><br>----<br><br>The dark skinned woman stared at Will and Sachi, narrowing her eyes seemingly uncomfortable with the situation she had been pushed into. She seemed ready to start making demands when Will spoke, but it quickly became apparent she was taking his words seriously. Considering her options for several seconds, deep in thought. <br><br>"I am charged with getting information from her and locating another, but I think there's no real chance to get the information from her and to my master anymore, so." She hesitated, her arm tightened around the neck but not choking the girl yet, just holding her secure as she considered her options again. "You will let me leave, and if asked, you will report I escaped." She said seriously, staring at them. "I will not give my life for the failure of others, but neither is this girl's silence worth losing my own head either." She waited a minute, watching the two for any signs of betrayal, then rising her arms in the air. <br><br>"So said, so sworn."<br><br>----<br>OoC: Asking for a Spot check from both Sachi and Will though, feel free to make the next post, the roll is a little in advance but better now than later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 01:35:49</strong>
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				Spot check: Nat 20 (total 22)<br>At 2011-08-06 18:26:33, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+2 Result: 22 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30599)<br><br>Will listened the woman, kept his blade down and expression calm while listening her. When she released grip from prisoner and raised her arms in air Will replied to her; "Sounds fine to me, altough I will not lie how you departed to my comrades I will not mention your presence at all if not directly asked about it. Also what I understood from other woman which we captured earlier told your master is not forgiving sort. So even if you would return now and give him information about our attack it would only lessen his wrath for your failure only a little. As our group overrun the other towers and killed the orcs and likely other commanders from there so you would be sole survivor, and so only one whom to make example from your unit failing your duty. I would advice you to stay low for while in the jungle, same advice I gave to another dark woman which we released in the beach along with few orcs who surrendered willingly".<br><br>After Will's words he moves towards the prisoner what dark woman had held, he sheathes his sword in scabbard and moves touch on bound woman's neck and send in healing energies to woman's body to heal some of the injuries she had suffered.<br><br>OOC: Use 10pts of lay of hands healing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 13:59:59</strong>
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				Jayne complies with all that will her, for she is of same mind.&nbsp; Maybe this one had better information or being near death, would volunteer more than the last that they had come across.&nbsp; So willing, she knelt and stood in stance, just in case this one tried to get up and flee.<br><br>(((OOC Held Action in case the black one tries to run )))<br><br>"I shall spare thee if you yield.&nbsp; Tell me what you know of the crown and the one that wears it."&nbsp; She spoke with out a variance in her voice, just like the hard cold line of s sharpened steel blade.&nbsp; Her golden eyes bore into his, forcing a held stare.&nbsp; "Speak, and speak quickly!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>12-08-2011, 22:40:26</strong>
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				Will's healing tended to the wounded woman's health, when he saw a dagger swing at his throat's side at the last instant. Hiltless blade with a small handle, it was an obvious throwing knife at that but still a vicious dagger that was aimed at his jugular. Had he not been on his guard that blade might have bitten deep.<br><br>Now, will saw it coming and managed to get his head and throat out of the way, the woman cussing as she missed, her dark face showing wrath unlike the one before. "Master accepts no failure. For the Master!" Shouting, she lifted the knife to attack Will. <br><br>With Sachi also in the room, and her practically unarmored and unarmed, it was pretty much a suicide strike.<br><br>-----<br><br>The fallen fellow looked at Jayne fearfully and growled. "Was watching, was trying to see what go on, not wanting to join this madman that makes others go insane, chant his chants, and want to fight. We fight, steal, rob and kill, but we keep one another in check. He want all to go to war with other world. Others will come, and siege this island, sink it below the waves." He stuttered at that. "T-th-the-ere is a g-group of u-us that wa-ant to get ri-id of h-him. He..." <br><br>The monstrous man looked at Jayne and whimpered. "He want dom-, dum- uhh her wants power over all. He think the fancy crown he found make him... boss of bosses." The monster snorted. "Not me, I just never let him talk to me for long, never got close. His ... voice, looks, they ... " He scratched his cheek. "... charm? Whatever you humies... scalies.. whatever you are.. call it. Makes him look <em>good at what he does.</em>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>13-08-2011, 01:54:36</strong>
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				Will dodged in last second when he narrowly detected the deception and dodged the attack. He had his shield still strapped in his arm but sword was in scabbard. But his hands did not reach for the blade, despite woman is armed with knife she was practically unarmed as knife was unsuited for close combat. So he just clenches his scale covered arm and makes quick two punches aimed at her! Using his scale covered arm like gauntlet covered arm to deliver solid punches using his own armored hand as weapon! He moves between dark skinned woman and the prisoner, holding his guard up while his silver eyes stare sternly to dark skinned woman and says; "I shall both pity and respect your choice keep loyal to your master then. Pity the fact that your loyalty is forced by magic but strenght of the heart is something you either possess or do not have."<br><br>OOC: Using gauntlets do not provoke AoO as unarmed strikes do correct? Anyways despite his armor is 'grown' from his skin it functions as medium armor and all medium armors have gauntlets as I recall. So his armored hand counts as gauntlet for striking in combat. Anyways shield block directed to dark skinned woman and doing full attack with a fist.<br><br><strong>First attack hits AC 25, doing 6pts bludgeon dmg</strong><br>At 2011-08-12 18:51:55, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+11 Result: 25 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30662)<br>At 2011-08-12 18:52:32, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d4a+5 Result: 6 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30663)<br><br><strong>Second attack hits AC 10, doing 7pts bludgeon dmg</strong><br>At 2011-08-12 18:54:01, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d20a+6 Result: 10 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30666)<br>At 2011-08-12 18:53:08, Zaer Darkwail (uid: 14) rolls: 1d4a+5 Result: 7 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=30665)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 19:23:00</strong>
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				The woman tried to aim a strike at Will's face, but the punches Will swung at her ended up knocking her back against the back wall. She was already in a bad shape from the first earlier, and it was her against Will and Sachi alone, the prisoner now safe from her blade, it seemed that she had nowhere to go thoguh. She grimaced, glaring at Will, and rising her hand she began a chant of some sort. <br><br>Though it was Sachi's time to step in at that instant.<br><br>----<br>OOC: That was quite a bit to swallow, but I think that in interests of the story, I'm going to accept it as long as nobody else complains over it at least.<br><br>Sachi has 10 feet to the woman now, but she has a direct line to her, Will is besides her, but her back to the wall its impossible to really flank her on this turn. <br><br>Everyone else, feel free to post your post-combat actions. If Sachi rolls well or decides well, combat ends on her round. Otherwise, it ends very shrotly anyway, so feel free to post as&nbsp; you see best.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>19-08-2011, 12:04:38</strong>
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				With an angry hiss, SAchi piroutted forewards, cuved blade arching out at the ebon enemy's throat with pusiant skill...&nbsp; <br><br><em>25 to threaten.&nbsp; <br>20 to confirm.&nbsp; <br>10 damage, +12 on confirmation.&nbsp; Slashing, magic, force.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>19-08-2011, 21:09:10</strong>
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				Sachi's rapid strike was seen by the woman, who raised her dagger, but then suddenly lowered it, aiming downwards. It seemed she misread Sachi's movement, thinking it was a bluff, a feint. Too late she realized it wasn't. She couldn't even step back in time, as Sachi's blade bit deep and cleaved through the woman's neck in one fast slash. Beheaded, she fell and collapsed on the floor, the last strike hitting true with vengeance that did not spare her life. <br><br>As the woman collapsed, her dagger fell to the floor burning the floortile it landed on for a moment, the flame on the blade seeming to fade after a moment. The woman's loose hand showing a signet ring that cracked the moment she collapsed, falling apart in small pieces.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>19-08-2011, 21:17:05</strong>
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				Will, upon seeing the ring says; "Hmmmm, is perhaps this crown user's control reinforced by using those rings? Would be good check do other dark skinned people have them." Will goes to body of the woman to look for keys for steel manacles on bound woman's arms and he looks upon her and says; "Tell me, is your grandfather by any chance a guild member?" Will describes the man what he saw in tavern as all in discussion what he remembers man's name did not come up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 10:02:04</strong>
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				<br><br>"Master can charm all creatures easily, once done they are convinced of treasures he fears the tribals<br>Traps with people in them are false lures No guards on the southerin side but covered in oil one arrow causes burning death. Tribals on the west side of town are his enemies hold old ruins tunnels which may be useful."<br>Sounds awesome... "<br><br>Sheva cursed the man to not speak or try and contact or communicate to a soul in three days and then saw the crossbowmen remove his belongings and sent him on his way.<br><br>"All righty" she then looked to the others staring at her<br><br>"put all of what he was wearing and carrying in a bag, loot this place for all that its valuable, all books and scrolls in a separate sack, all weapons etc grab it all and lets meet with the others. Hopefully more flame or ice arrows will be about or potions but we can split it with the others when we are outside and can see it all in the dead of the sun."<br><br>Quickly the crossbowmen saw to the instructions and once done all were outside the tower with sacks loaded.<br><br>"Great work ... now lets wait for the others to join us and we will make a decision on what to do"<br><br>When the heros came Sheva would explain shecould cast Obscuring mist and then create water a lot of it <br>.. drenching the area they walk through to counter the issue of going up in flames .. done at night when the wind was still hopefully they could be able to creep close and get this issue sorted.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>30-08-2011, 14:27:03</strong>
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				Sheva's guard gathered the things at the tower swiftly, moving outside with her carrying the three sacks of things. Weapons stocked up, maps and books, and packs of rations and some fresh food, along with a few thick waterskins that were filled with ale and cheap wine. All in all, there was enough supplies for the group to last over a week, for the orcs that supply load probably would have lasted less, but still, it was actually good food. The weapons, falchions and bows mainly, were in fairly good repair, and might sell. The books and the maps were old, many of them probably badly out of date, but still it was hard to tell without going through them carefully.<br><br>Outside, Sheva saw the man that had approached them earlier, leaving the third tower. Sighing, and limping a bit, he paused near her and nod, waiting for the others to finish what they were doing.<br><br>-----<br><br>Will and Sachi saw the young woman bound to the chair nod and sigh. "Yes. I signed up on this job to try and make a name for myself in the guild, but we were surprised. We were attacked, split up, and I took an arrow to my back. I think others thought me dead, but these people brought me here. Four black-skinned lieutenants of the enemy." She winced. "They are some kind of people of the land, something elemental about them. I dont know where their leader has found them, or if he is of the same sort himself, but it seems that they know their way around ground but are dreadfully wary about going anywhere near the water itself." <br><br>She smiled. "They also surround themselves with fire." She shivered. "The throne room itself has many oil-lamps on pedestals. If a fight broke out there it could turn out the whole place into a blazing inferno."<br><br><hr>OOC: Thesis matters have been settled for a while, thankfully, so I have more time again. I apologise for the absence, and if people are willing to carry on I would be glad to, but understand if its been too long.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>30-08-2011, 20:27:39</strong>
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				OOC: I hope thesis went well. I know we fins got heck of paper works :P. Perhaps free level up to celebrate your return?<br><br>Will nodded and he help proceed get woman unbound from chair and any restraints while saying; "Well, your grandfather will be happy see you alive as his mood was pretty much gloom when we last met. So far we have won all our fights but we also have been good prevent enemy get sniff about our operation. So expect things can turn ugly and fast when we are finally discovered. We were hired get rid of the crown and leader if possible."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>01-09-2011, 23:41:45</strong>
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				Letting out a heavy breath in relaxing when she was freed, the young woman smiled to Will and Sachi. "Thank you. They are hiding up in the city, but their master, he.." She shivered. "There's something seriously wrong with him, he smells horrible up close, whatever is in that armor doesn't seem human, though his voice sounded like it is human." She watched Will there, but rubbing her wrists she let out a soft sigh. "I wish I hadn't screwed up trying to get that thug removed, the orcs are organizing and its not good, but worse is that they brought some Ophids. Black-skinned folks with natural affinity with earth. They seemed to know where to find the crown when they came, and got the orc tamed so fast."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>02-09-2011, 03:40:12</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106565.msg5058107#msg5058107">Quote from: Wintercat on 12-08-2011, 22:40:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The fallen fellow looked at Jayne fearfully and growled. "Was watching, was trying to see what go on, not wanting to join this madman that makes others go insane, chant his chants, and want to fight. We fight, steal, rob and kill, but we keep one another in check. He want all to go to war with other world. Others will come, and siege this island, sink it below the waves." He stuttered at that. "T-th-the-ere is a g-group of u-us that wa-ant to get ri-id of h-him. He..." <br><br>The monstrous man looked at Jayne and whimpered. "He want dom-, dum- uhh her wants power over all. He think the fancy crown he found make him... boss of bosses." The monster snorted. "Not me, I just never let him talk to me for long, never got close. His ... voice, looks, they ... " He scratched his cheek. "... charm? Whatever you humies... scalies.. whatever you are.. call it. Makes him look <em>good at what he does.</em>"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Jayne looked on with compassion as the narrative was given to her.&nbsp; She extended her hand slowly glowing with the healing energy she was offering.&nbsp; <br><br>(((OOC: Laying on of hands for 10 )))<br><br>"We would like to help your tribe return to its rightful ownership of this island, overthrow the crown wearer.&nbsp; I would like to take you to the one that has sole proprietary of our only transportation in and out of here.&nbsp; She is wise and masters men at arms well.&nbsp; Will you go with me?"<br><br>She offers her hand and a mount up on her steede to fly her back to the two towers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>07-09-2011, 21:29:16</strong>
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				The monstrous fellow looked at Jayne, but warily stood up. Big muscles as a troll, but with orcish looks, the monstrous fellow wasn't perhaps the smartest but he seemed to be clever enough to not try and pick a fight with Jayne now. "Ju-ust n-no atta-tacking." He insisted, clearing his throat a bit coughing out, a bone the size of the creature's finger flying out with a heavier cough, from some beast the monster had eaten earlier. <br><br>"Yah, I c-come, I talk." He then nodded again, following Jayne, holding its arm and looking at the Paladin a bit warily but seeming intent on following without trouble now, moving to take the offered hand and trying to pull up clumsily after Jayne, though looking somewhat frightened at the sky and then the creature, holding on in a manner the mount might find somewhat painful, but gripping hard to not fall away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 15:17:15</strong>
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				When Jayne appeared with the strange new acquaintance in toe Sheva lifted an eyebrow and heard the summary version of the story before explaining the sacks her men had looted from the tower they had stormed.<br><br>"I will be casting a spell that makes any who lie within an area show mist from their mouth, so know if you do we will know and if I do you know I will. Either way we will let you go to make your own decisions we will even heal the rest of your wounds without payment for this opportunity"<br><br>Sheva then cast the spell the circle of truth before continuing.<br><br>"The idea of your kind having this place to yourselves without us strange little folk being all greedy about your lands serves us well, but only if your kind either considers trading with us, aggress to a forum of talking under circumstances of peace that can permit both reaching understandings that do not upset the other, some call these formal alliances, which would simply be that we exchange information freely and if one side is having issues with an agressor the other at least considers helping without pay, or if previous agreements don't seem to be working well for one they can be re-addressed without being interpreted as an act of aggression. In the long run this and trade make both sides more powerful. Powerful enough that one that plagues this island now can't do so again ... Know also those of your strength that helps us build anything will be very well rewarded with anything you have noticed that we have that you find hard to make or find yourselves"<br><br>She then sighed looking at him<br><br>"We can heal you now so you can send message to others of your kind that those that wear our colors are not the enemy, and you can let us clean up what you hate or join us trying to. The latter would make it more successful likely but if we come out of this alive I do hope we can reach a point your kind would think well enough of us to at least let us talk more on these subjects. So would you like to heal you and leave you be or do you have a view on what we propose that you feel would be temping to those like yourself ?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 21:00:37</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106565.msg5147691#msg5147691">Quote from: Wintercat on 01-09-2011, 23:41:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Letting out a heavy breath in relaxing when she was freed, the young woman smiled to Will and Sachi. "Thank you. They are hiding up in the city, but their master, he.." She shivered. "There's something seriously wrong with him, he smells horrible up close, whatever is in that armor doesn't seem human, though his voice sounded like it is human." She watched Will there, but rubbing her wrists she let out a soft sigh. "I wish I hadn't screwed up trying to get that thug removed, the orcs are organizing and its not good, but worse is that they brought some Ophids. Black-skinned folks with natural affinity with earth. They seemed to know where to find the crown when they came, and got the orc tamed so fast."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Will listens and nods on the tale and says; "It sounds worrying they knew what they looked for so they have likely made long term plans and probably back up plans. Let's head to others so we can reassess our situation and discuss how to proceed next. So far we had broken in with resistance but not raised alarm yet so that's good."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 12:41:33</strong>
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				Cleaning her blade on a scrap of cloth, Sachi nodded.&nbsp; "Aye, let's get back."&nbsp; <br><br>She was pondering.&nbsp; Did the enemy have a resistance or immunity to flame?&nbsp; <br><br>Joining up with the others and hearing what they had to say, she explained, "I can protect us somewhat from fire, but I won't be offering other auras while I'm doing so."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 14:50:30</strong>
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				Sheva nodded to Sachi<br><br>"Very well, lets take one thing at a time, if we try and cross too many bridges before we come to them we end up juggling more balls than what helps us and that makes us loose focus on immediate matters"<br><br>"So lets cross bridges when we come to them, often when doing so another option that is easier than we think could appear"<br><br>It was a shame that there were not potions or more fire-bolts in the loot but teasure was treasure, enough to finance some options later and what the maps scrolls and books could reveal could be much more valuable.<br><br>Trying to keep spirits up Sheva looked to those about her <br><br>"Well done, lets keep you all alive, if these heros are so good lets let them do the dirty work and lets stay smart and stay alive, staying alive is heroic now, keep your eyes pealed, be quick to save the person to about you and they will do the same for you."<br><br>(Great quote from 300)<br><br>"Your best weapon is your friends, they have weak spots, see to them, also if your fighting another, dont try and land a kill, position yourselves so their flanks are exposed to another of us and let them to the damage, stay alive, use footwork to ensure their pressing exposes weak points to your friends. Not noble but sensible as a group doing this will make you formiddable, those who are veterans know this and don't try to go for glory. Glory is the treasure we have when we return to the ship all with smiles, no injuries .. let our heros here be injured they love it "<br><br>She said the last with a smirk making the others chuckle.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zaer Darkwail</strong> on <strong>11-09-2011, 19:20:05</strong>
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				Hearing Sachi's comment he nodded and said; "I am resistant to fire but not much." Hearing then Sheva do her speech made Will smile to her and then chuckle with said; "I hope you do not take offense for me try not get injured and take many foes as possible, even steal from other figthers?" After short joke Will says; "We need decide do we press on and if that is yes then how? If we decide retreat for now and recover we need decide place for rest and ready for the fact that we may have lost surprise advantage. My own vote would go to press on, we rested already earlier in beach and I feel I can take fight or two. But the next figths happen in open and so we would need press hard to fight all opposition down in enemy base and kill the false king and get the crown."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aether</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 06:31:24</strong>
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				"I agree with my brother Will, lets press on since surprise is quickly evaporating before us like the day."&nbsp; Jayne looked from her brother to Sheva with a nod.&nbsp; Turning to include Sachi in her gaze, Jayne stood with a hand on her drakeen, awaiting a consensus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 13:53:38</strong>
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				All agreed it was good while morales were high and Sheva nodded while others took up the contents of the loot and began to make their way to the clearing that was undefended.<br><br>Looking out for a place to either camp or an opportunity to attempt the gap the group pressed on.<br><br>If it was dark a fog cloud would be cast concealing all while the group advanced into the strange place.<br><br>If it was too be sunny and open Sheva would request others looking for spots to camp for a while until a conditions existed where a natural fog could be believable.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [DnD3.5]Gestalt: Sea of Steel and Storms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>12-09-2011, 19:56:48</strong>
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				Walking along with the group, the monstrous man nod his head silently, thinking things over but trying to answer things that were told to it, seeming to believe in the power of magic to make sure the words spoken would be truthful. "We are many. Live in depths. Hold many lairs. Claim this place, fight others. Then come the Steel-Skin, bring others, cause trouble. We will fight, if we can get a break in their safety, but they protect themselves well, and their soldiers got several scary people." The monstrous man nod his head seriously. He watched Sachi and Sheva warily, but his eyes kept going at Jayna and Will in turn, seeming to be wary of any sudden moves, but ready to move on.<br><br>The two recovered agents, the guild-captain's relative and the man of her group. They were all silent as the group made its way towards the distance. After crossing the path from the towers over the empty plains the group soon made their way to hills with tall grass and some trees, sparse woods surrounding the group here and there, but its shelter dotted with spaces of empty ground. <br><br>The path ahead lead the group away from the taken towers, and to the distance. Bound in the chains, the group's guards also held the captured enemy 'tactician' in bindings, the man silent in his bindings. Not saying a word, just glaring at everyone.<br><br>"Go here." The monstrous man soon paused to gesture at a hillside, and at a large stone in it. "Through here, to tunnels. You can walk through there, towards the city." As the monster-man gestured ahead, the group could see the distant fire, several hours away in distance perhaps, somewhere up above a hilly rise and the mountainous ground. <br><br>"This takes... hmm, close, under patrols, but you come through sewer and old tunnels. Not fun, and they watch the grates inside the city." The monstrous man watched the group. "Its from here, or it could be through the woods, you can find a route around the city. To other side, less watched side. Going past town, you find the second watch-ground, and further, the orcs campsite."
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