(IC) 13th Age: Heroes of a New Age
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				Title: <strong>(IC) 13th Age: Heroes of a New Age</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AllieCat</strong> on <strong>06-09-2013, 20:33:15</strong>
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				Late Evening, 2nd day of the 3rd Week of Autumn Rising - Near the town of Snowguard<br><br><strong>The concept of moving silently appeals to many races. Wood Elves are known to glide through the forest barely making a sound. Many other races have at least a sub group of folks willing to learn how to move without making a sound. This art is however, severely diminished amongst the goblins, and so it was amongst one group of several making their way towards the town as stealthily as possible (which for goblins, isn't very possible)<br><br><em>"I don't like this. The man-things have dwarves guarding them. I don't like dwarves."</em> one goblin (Snik-Snak) declared softly.<br><br><em>"Don't like man-things either."</em> replied Gorestab.<br><br><em>"But the man-things have food. That is why we're going in and taking it."</em> declared Gitbiter (the leader of this group of goblins)<br><br>The mission was supposed to be easy. This group, along with several others, was to raid the town's food supplies (especially the grainary, which had been filled from the recent harvest), and carry away as much as they could.. but this group was distracted as it got near the grainary.<br><br><em>"That a cow!"</em> exclaimed Huntdar, upon spotting the creature, sleeping standing up. <em>"We should kill it, meat's better then any yucky grain"</em><br><br><em>"But boss told us to get grain!"</em> Gitbiter whined, seeing his authority questioned<br><br><em>"Boss likes meat too! We just kill cow, come back and take grains too. Boss be extra happy with us!"</em> Huntdar continued.<br><br><em>"I no think that's a cow. Cow no have horns."</em>, Snik-Snak worried.<br><br><em>"No, definitely cow, it cow-shaped, have tail like cow, big like cow." </em>exclaimed Gorestab.<br><br><em>"I not like this, I wait out side."</em> Snik-Snak declared as he decided to wait OUTSIDE the pasture.<br><br><em>"Fine, but you no get meat then!"</em> Gitbiter decided as the pack of goblins snuck into the enclave, rusted swords and spears at the ready."<br><br>That's when the "cow" caught the scent of the goblins. Well, it was kinda a cow. It considered itself the leader of the cows. It didn't like goblins, and it especially didn't like goblins with weapons advancing upon it, likely to turn it into hamburger.<br><br>And you know the saying. "Mess with the bull, you get the horns."<br><br>It snorted, and as the goblins approached, charged the nearest one, goring it, and tossing it over its head, where it landed in a bloody heap.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><em>"AHHHH!!!! DEMON COW! RUN!"</em></span> shouted the various goblins as it scrambled toward the fence, and supposed safety.<br><br>One of the reasons fences work to keep bulls in is because they don't think they can get through it, even though they could in extenuating circumstances.. like say, while chasing a shrieking goblin at full speed, not even seeing the fence until the bull had left it in splinters behind them.<br><br>Snik-Snak heard the sounds of the town's waking up to the commotion of the screaming goblin and angry bull (well, those who weren't still awake over at the Melting Maiden) started to edge his way back to the far off mountains from which he had came. <em>"Don't think Boss is going to be happy about this.. Snik-Snak will go back and tell him..."</em><br><br>With that, Snik-Snak started running, because he knew that the rest of the goblins were about to meet some angry dwarves and other man-thing types, and soon a bull could be the least of their problems...</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) 13th Age: Heroes of a New Age</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>06-09-2013, 21:08:59</strong>
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				The Melting Maiden may not have been the best place to relax, but Flynn enjoyed it all the same. With a glass of liquor at his side, he was at a table big enough for multiple people even if he was currently the only one there. his eyes wandered the tavern as he took in the sights, from the women he'd be interested in, to the suckers he could try and get some extra coin out of. "This is a little bit of a boring afternoon... Anyone up for a game of cards to spice things up?" As he smiled, the scar on his lip became more noticeable, an old wound that had healed but left a lighter mark on his skin. Of course he had no intention of playing fair all the way - but he assumed anyone interested would have similar intentions.
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				Post by: <strong>steelsmiter</strong> on <strong>06-09-2013, 22:47:01</strong>
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				<hr>Name: Amrin Runecrusher<br>Race: Dwarf<br>Class: Barbarian<br>Location: The local drinking establishment<br>Time: it's all been a blur really<br>Tagged: Flynn<br><hr>Amrin Runecrusher sat back to enjoy her drink, adorned in the tribal rabbit furs that she preferred over standard civilized clothes. Better yet, she preferred to be naked but just every so often, the rabbit furs cushioned against an oncoming blow. Beside her an axe made from spikes protruding from the carapace of a Giant Ant was resting on the edge of the table. Amrin eyed the man suspiciously "In for a tower?" she asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) 13th Age: Heroes of a New Age</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>07-09-2013, 04:11:36</strong>
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				Toma was sitting at a table by himself with his staff leaned against the wall next to him, not too far from Amrin - he had in fact been surreptitiously eyeing the dwarven woman for some time while trying to work up the courage to actually talk to her. He was about to chicken out and flee the tavern as he always did, but then Flynn called for people to join in a game of cards, and Toma realized that the perfect way to socialize with the very beautiful dwarf woman had fallen right into his lap. Uncharacteristically for him, he actually spoke up.<br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"I'm in for a tower, especially if we're playing horizon rules."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) 13th Age: Heroes of a New Age</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>07-09-2013, 06:36:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs11/i/2006/223/f/6/Redhead_by_Chibiche.png)</div>It felt like winter was setting in. The harvest was collected, the festival wreaths were beginning to go brittle from the cold, and a long, quiet, cozy few months by the fire of an inn should have lay before her. The problem, as ever, was that Mischievous Three Tailed Fox Goads Devil had no money at all.<br><br>A fur-lined hood crowded close around her face, with the added warmth of long and silky crimson hair that crowded like a scarf around her throat and billowed out in the lonesome Snowguard breeze like the tattered flags that hung over its gates. An Empire outpost- the last Empire outpost before the edge of the world. Beside her as she walked was Lucky, prancing at her heels, bushy red fox-tail swishing through the snow. Lucky was excited because she smelled food. A fox did not understand the concepts of money and ownership. Missy herself only recognized them when it suited her.<br><br>There was a yelp out in the dark white of the snow-covered town that made Lucky's ears perk. Missy stopped and listened. It was like a monkey with a sore throat, a sound made with a tiny little sharp tongue through snarled and pointy teeth. Goblin, or knocker, or boggart maybe. There was a long, hoarse, aggravated bellow of an escaped cow. The ranger crouched nimbly down with her humble animal companion- little bigger than a small dog, and gone thin from hunger, and whispered for a black velvet ear that swiveled to hear her voice. "Heroes get all the food they want, Lucky. They take heroes in out of the cold and give them all the chicken they can gobble, and rub their tummies."<br><br>Slaying goblins, that was hero's work as an adventurer knew it. But Missy was a ranger of the people, and the wilds would never, <em>ever </em> run out of goblins. It was the cow that was truly valuable, and the cow they were going to save- together, the two of them, heroes. And if they couldn't save the cow, well, they would not go hungry tonight. Laughing, yipping, Missy and her fox went chasing after the sound of the escaped cow, two strangers in the town of Snowguard.<br><br>Later, it would come as a complete surprise when <em>she </em>was blamed for the bull's rampage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) 13th Age: Heroes of a New Age</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>07-09-2013, 06:43:01</strong>
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				Pulling out a deck of cards in a weathered case, he looked in the direction Toma, a smirk on his lips. "Horizon rules tower huh? Been a bit since I played that." He got out the cards, some of the borders faded and began to shuffle them as his thumb rolled over some of the cards lazily. "Now, we have three people so this gets a bit fun! Any other takers? And we playing for fun, or we gonna wager?" he asked, cutting the deck and quickly shuffling it once more as he looked to the others.
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				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>07-09-2013, 09:10:47</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/LittleFoxAvi.jpg)</div>Name: Little Fox Who Calls Winter<br>Race: Half-elf<br>Class: Sorceress<br>Location: Outside of Snowguard<br>Time: Late Evening.<br>Tagged: Missy, Goblins<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Little Fox had taken to walking behind her sled.&nbsp; Without the thick blanket of moonlit snow under its runners it was harder on her little team of dogs to mush, so she walked, letting the dogs pick out the small trail through the thick woods in the late night.&nbsp; Little Fox could have stopped for the night, but she knew the Empire town of Snowguard was close and had thought the risk of travel was less than the risk of camping away from the sight of the town walls.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Little fox had been to Snowguard a handful of times, first with her parents to trade furs and snarlseal skin clothing, then with her teacher to warm the town leaders of lean winters and roving raiders and now on her own, in search of answers in this faraway place to questions she did not know how to ask.&nbsp; She had no money with her, it has little use in the Northern Hills, so she would have to trade or work if she chose to stay within the town walls, but she was a Shaman of the North and knew how to live off these oft frozen lands.&nbsp; She would find a camp site if need be and wait for morning to come.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Her sled broke through the gradually thinning forest and the glittering of stars and moon cast the fields surrounding the city in a cold silver glow.&nbsp; Little Fox paused to breath deep the night air and say a greeting to the stars that twinkled back at her.&nbsp; She was happy to see them again away from the forest canopy.&nbsp; The spirits here were different she remembered her old teacher telling her, taking an interest in the lives of mortals in a way those of the north did not.&nbsp; They were forever linked to the scurries and worries of the ever changing towns of the Empire.&nbsp; They called the spirits of the north wild, but the spirits of man were the unpredictable ones.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;At the moment the spirits were quite as were the creatures than buzzed in the night of civilization.&nbsp; That was wrong.&nbsp; “When the forest stills, danger approaches,” she had been told and Little Fox had listened.&nbsp; She had not always done, but she had always listened.&nbsp; The silence of the night was broken by the sounds of a startled Bull, one of the beasts the Children of the Empire used for work their fields.&nbsp; Her dogs heads turned as one and whined and yipped at the disturbance.&nbsp; She clicked her tongue and they quieted, but their ears remained tall and pointed, ever alert and interested in distant commotion. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Little Fox, always curious hopped to her sled and with a yip, yip she slid through the night towards the small shadowy figures scrambling through the dark and the enraged beast running after them.&nbsp; For a moment she could swear she heard a barking laughter before the screams of goblin fright filled the night air.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) 13th Age: Heroes of a New Age</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AllieCat</strong> on <strong>09-09-2013, 04:14:11</strong>
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				Tagged:&nbsp; Little Fox Who Calls Winter, Missy, Goblins<br><br><strong>The Bull has trapped a number of goblins inside a small barn (by collapsing one wall when it ran through it, trying to gore the goblin. As Fox and Missy approach the barn from opposite sides, Lucky scampers to investigate.. It noses around the wreckage, and then barks at Missy, then scampers back to her, as the pile starts to move, and the sore goblins start shifting the wood and hay that they are buried under.</strong><br><br>Missy/Fox: You have a free/surprise action as the Goblins slowly emerge from the wreckage. Roll your initiative and declare any actions.<br><br>Tagged: Thalita, Toma, Amrin, Flynn, Goblins<br><br><strong>Thalita is enjoying a strong mulled cider in the Melting Maiden, enjoying the warmth of the mug in her hands, as she watches the gambling, and the usual evening activities with an amused eye. She had just gotten paid from a job escorting a merchant caravan to Snowguard. The night stills a bit, as the sounds of a enraged bull echo through the valley, and the crowd starts to wonder what's going on. A dwarf sentry bowls his way in the front door a minute later.<br><br><em>"Hold steady, lads and lasses, there's a goblin raiding party near town after the grain! Do not leave the inn for your own safety, we're calling out the Snowguard Militia."</em><br><br>Thalita snorted. Even the best trained militia could take a quarter hour to get their gear and get into any semblance of order. By then at least some of the goblins would wreck a significant part of the town. She trotted up to her room and hurriedly began lacing up her breastplate and gathering her sword.&nbsp; She muttered as she clattered down the stairs..<br><br>"The day I hide in a tavern from Goblins is the day I retire..."</strong><br><br>Tavern folks: Please decide what you're going to do and announce it in this thread.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>steelsmiter</strong> on <strong>09-09-2013, 04:42:27</strong>
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				<hr>Name: Amrin Runecrusher<br>Race: Dwarf<br>Class: Barbarian<br>Location: The local drinking establishment<br>Time: it's all been a blur really<br>Tagged: Flynn, Toma<br><hr>Amrin took a stack of large square grooved coins and clinked them on the table. Then she plucked one off the top with a faint click. "Silly man... A tower! I forgive you though. Tall People don't know how to organize their coin. It's like an imp. Excellent purity of gold only trace hardening agents. As I said, my ante is a tower." Then Amrin tossed her coin to the center. "And no funny business!" she said hand to heart."at least no more than usual."
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				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>09-09-2013, 09:42:36</strong>
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				Name: Toma veska<br>Race: Human<br>Class: Wizard<br>Location: Within visual range of a sexy dwarf maiden<br>Time: I have no idea.<br>Tagged: Flynn, Amrin<br><br>When the sentry came running in warning of goblins, Toma seriously considered ignoring it and continuing to play cards. Unfortunately, he had a well-developed sense of reckless do-gooderism that precluded that, and with a sigh he stood up and called his staff, the magical implement rising up of its own accord and flying into his hand.<br><br>&nbsp;"I better go see if I can help with that. Don't lose your shirt before I get back, beautiful"<br><br>He took one last at the busty dwarf, and then ran out to find the source of the commotion, wondering what had suddenly given him the courage to say that.
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				Post by: <strong>steelsmiter</strong> on <strong>09-09-2013, 09:51:46</strong>
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				<hr>Name: Amrin Runecrusher<br>Race: Dwarf<br>Class: Barbarian<br>Location: The local drinking establishment<br>Time: it's all been a blur really<br>Tagged: Flynn, Toma<br><hr>"Aww too soon!" Amrin grimaced, slow on the uptake from drink, or possibly fatigue. Hard to say. Anyway, she swiped up her towers and her axe, then she made like a baby and headed out the door with a bit of annoyance at having to cut her break short. She muttered some dwarven cussin' (the best kind obviously, just like their stonework and their weapons). "The only way I'm losing my shirt is if something <em>or someone</em> rips it off!" the barbarian called after the wizard.<br><br>"Looks like it's some other time mate!" she said to Flynn. "Good luck with yer games though." The dwarf ran outside blushing at actually being called attractive!
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) 13th Age: Heroes of a New Age</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>10-09-2013, 04:08:33</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/LittleFoxAvi.jpg)</div>Name: Little Fox Who Calls Winter<br>Race: Half-elf<br>Class: Sorceress<br>Location: Outside of Snowguard<br>Time: Late Night<br>Tagged: Missy, Goblins<br><hr><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Little Fox’s sled crossed the distance quickly sliding and skipping over the path towards the barn as the bull toppled a portion of the wall on top of them.&nbsp; Little Fox clicked at her sled team as she leaped off of it when she neared.&nbsp; The team veered to the right and away as her booted feet churned freshly harvested earth, until she could slide to a stop, sending a spray of loam skittering in out in front of her.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Her fur clad arms wove a slow pattern as Little Fox drew in her will and energy from the world around her.&nbsp; Instinctually she tapped into the cool northern air channeling it through her slender frame.&nbsp; The temperature around her dropped like a sudden cold snap.&nbsp; Frost collected on the ground around her and along the wooden fence nearby.&nbsp; A cold white-blue light gathered around her hands and the pale white pictograms along her skin began to glow with the same light as she gathered power to her to unleash her spell at the goblin raiders.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>10-09-2013, 13:11:01</strong>
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				<hr><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Missysnowmug.jpg)</div>Name: Mischievous Three Tailed Fox Goads Devil (Missy for short)<br>Race: Demontouched<br>Class: Ranger<br>Location: Entering the perforated barn<br>Time: Late Evening<br>Tagged: Little Fox, Goblins<br><hr><br>It was just common sense to go armed on the frontier, but it took a crass soul to pull a sword in the middle of town at the slightest provocation. Missy's single-edged greatsword was already in her hands on the mere suspicion of goblins. It was a blade for a hand and a half, or two feminine hands, too broad to swing properly in a small barn, just like her hips. It wasn't a sword for hacking, and Missy didn't rely on hulking strength to drive it home.<br><br>There were creatures stirring under the fallen pieces of wall, and on instinct Missy sprang atop the biggest fragment of barn timbers. An angry squawk told her that yes, there was a monster underneath- several of them, judging by the way the timber wobbled under her nimble feet. It was too thick to easily penetrate with her blade, to reach the goblins underneath, so she improvised.<br><br>A swish of Missy's hips kicked up the scarves and ribbons she used to accentuate her curves to attract the bull's eye. She bounced like a war dancing ferret, communicating to the angry bovine <em>I'm a skulking wolf come to steal away the calves. </em>It was an added bonus that every pounce elicited a bark of protest from the goblins struggling to get out. Oh, when they were free, they would be burning mad, screaming mad, single-mindedly mad, and if she played her cards right, they would be focused on her about the time the bull came back for another charge.<br><br>Then she would leap nimbly onto the beast's back, steer it home to the corral, and receive her tummy rub from the grateful townsfolk. Easy!
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				Post by: <strong>AllieCat</strong> on <strong>12-09-2013, 06:55:17</strong>
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				Tagged: Little Fox, Missy, Goblins<br><br><strong>As Little Fox gathers power, lighting up the gloom, the bull stalks for a second, glaring at the moving fabrics, flowing from the body of Missy. It snorts, once, twice, and then its nostrils flare as it takes in the scent of the goblins. It lowers its head and starts to charge, just as the first goblins hands start to reach out to grab Missy's legs, reaching blindly (causing a yelp once from one goblin who's hand gets stepped on in it's blind questing)</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>12-09-2013, 09:01:18</strong>
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				<hr>Name: Flynn<br>Race: Human<br>Class: Rogue<br>Location: Trailing the dwarf and man with staff.<br>Time: Late Evening<br>Tagged: Goblins, Flynn, Toma, Amrin.<br><hr><br><br>"Ah... Apologies, never gambled with dwarven coin before. Well..." Having shuffled his cards, his hands started to split the deck appropriately among players... At least until something else caught the attention of his would be <del>suck</del>-fellow players. "Goblins, huh? Nasty little things. Lets see what I can do." The last part was said quietly, after all he had an appearance to keep up. Few needed to know he could be a danger, and as he started to rise his hand reached unassumingly into his shirt, a dagger soon in hand. Of course as he got closer, he would attempt to hide. A dagger in the dark could be as useful as a blade in the open, just had to use it appropriately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) 13th Age: Heroes of a New Age</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AllieCat</strong> on <strong>14-09-2013, 10:25:56</strong>
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				Tagged: Thalita, Toma, Amrin, Flynn, Goblins<br><br><strong>Goblins aren't very good at many things. Two of the things they are good at is shouting and/or running in terror, and a group of goblins had just&nbsp; proven that to good use, having been pursued by a couple of dwarven guards.. They finally come to a panting stop in the flickering torch light near the town square.<br><br><em>Why we run? They only three dwarf-things!</em> One asked, while gasping for breath.<br><br><em> Dwarf things are sneaky. Where there two, there was more!</em> Said another (goblins aren't good at math, rumor has it one got to count to 14 once by taking off his shoes)<br><br><em>I wanted to stab them. We should no run from silly things...</em> said a third, trying to pretend he hadn't fouled himself in fear while running away from the Dwarves.<br><br>There was a bit of an ahem sound, and the goblins stopped squabbling for a moment, then looked, to see several members of the tavern step outside, weapons at the ready.<br><br>"uh-oh", all eight goblins chorused at the same time.</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>eternaldarkness</strong> on <strong>14-09-2013, 21:49:11</strong>
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				Tagged: Goblins, Flynn, Toma, Amrin.<br><br>Toma grinned when he heard what Amrin had said, and called back as he reached the tavern door "I bet you a whole night of drinks I can get you to rip it off of yourself." Then he remembered the business at hand and continued on his way outside, but was stopped in his tracks when he saw the goblins illuminated by the flickering torchlight. He was surprised to see them actually inside the town itself, and he stepped protectively in front of Amrin and raised his staff, which began to hum with magical power as he prepared to cast a deadly spell. "Goblins! Look out, they're sneaky little rodents!"<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">At 2013-09-14 20:46:26, Toma Veska (uid: 42894) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 11 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=50100)<br><br>Toma will stay back and open up with a magic missile on his turn, targeting the nearest goblin and dealing 5 damage (magic missile auto-hits)<br>At 2013-09-14 20:58:44, Toma Veska (uid: 42894) rolls: 2d4 Result: 5 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=50102)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) 13th Age: Heroes of a New Age</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>steelsmiter</strong> on <strong>15-09-2013, 03:22:31</strong>
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				<hr>Name: Amrin Runecrusher<br>Race: Dwarf<br>Class: Barbarian<br>Location: The local drinking establishment<br>Time: it's all been a blur really<br>Tagged: Flynn, Toma, Goblins<br><hr><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">System</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2013-09-14 20:09:32, Amrin Runecrushe (uid: 43933) rolls: 1d20a1 Result: 12 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=50098)<br>Not exactly sure if I need that but rolling it just in case<br><br>Amrin readies a Charge on the initiative count rolled above<br></div></div>"You're on!" she replied. They went after the goblin tracks. Amrin was better at berries, but she could do tracks in a pinch. Not that it was needed. There were scads of them and they sounded as if they weren't too far off. As the retired waitress/gladiator approached, the spindly man tried to block her path "<em>Are you serious?</em> My axe weighs more than they do! and it's half your weight!" she said with an exaggerated tone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (IC) 13th Age: Heroes of a New Age</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revelation</strong> on <strong>19-09-2013, 10:49:11</strong>
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				Tagged: Goblins, Flynn, Toma, Amrin.<br><br>As they approach the goblins, Flynn holds his knife close to him as he seeks to creep through the shadows unseen. If he can get the drop on a goblin, he knows just where to stick the blade.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Init: At 2013-09-19 03:45:30, Changingsaint (uid: 9269) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 24 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=50284) (Originally rolled nat 1, thank goodness for that human init power)<br><br>And action: Shadow walk vs the goblin with the highest mental defense (If I beat his mental defense, I beat all of them. If I do, I remove Flynn from play and at the start of my next turn I can move Flynn anywhere I could have conceivably moved him to. My first attack that turn deals double damage if I hit.) <br><br>Shadow walk hit: At 2013-09-19 03:48:49, Changingsaint (uid: 9269) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 22 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=50285)<br></div></div>
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