Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 23:48:51</strong>
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				The party sits at a confrence table in a remote confrence room at the Rekkenmark military academy.&nbsp; The room is all fancy wood paneling over stone, and one wall is filled with a network of pull down maps.&nbsp; The current map displayed to the group shows the city of Rekkenmark, with the Riedran mission circled in red grease pencil.&nbsp; The light of the setting sun pours in from windows on the far side of the room, while a pair of the 122nd's soldiers stand guard outside.<br><br>Major Saithe paces the map covered edge of the room, periodically flitting through a number of papers on a large desk off to the side.&nbsp; "Alright, listen up Alpha squad!"&nbsp; She bellows in her somewhat deep voice, her undead arm twitching like it tends to.&nbsp; "We've got a breach of Karrnathi national security going here.&nbsp; At first, it appears to be a simple family issue, but just hear me out."&nbsp; She announced, hoping to shut up any impertinent questions about why exactly the elite squad was going on a mission that promised to be petty.&nbsp; "Over on Julius Street and 19th, downtown, the Riedrans opened up a mission for their state religion, the Path of Inspiration.&nbsp; They've been bringing in a decent number of converts, and one of the ambassadors regularly naturalizes the converts into Riedran citizens.&nbsp; Two days ago, Marc Kogaion IV, son of the noble judge Marc Kogaion III, was naturalized Riedran, and will be departing the country in 48 hours.&nbsp; According to the secret police, Kogaion has hired assassains to kill the Riedran ambassador, and thereby revoke Marc IV's citizenship and prevent him from leaving the country."&nbsp; The Major explained, pointing to the mission, the Kogaion homestead, and the local "secret" temple of the Keeper.<br><br>"Now, I want you to go retreive Marc IV, and perform a full military inspection of the Path of Inspiration while you're at it.&nbsp; The ambassador technically has diplomatic immunity, so we're going to have to disguise you as members of the Emerald Claw.&nbsp; If you are caught, or killed, the Commander-in-Cheif will deny all knowledge of your activities.&nbsp; You'll need to get in and out without assassinating the ambassador, and rescue any Karrns you beleive are being held against their will."&nbsp; The Major continued, pulling up a map to reveal a chalkboard, on which had been scrawled.&nbsp; <em>I wouldn't be too annoyed if the entire place burned to the ground and everyone died.&nbsp; So long as it was the Emerald Claw that did it.</em>&nbsp; "Considering your backgrounds, you're probobly the most qualified people in the entire country to deal with this situation.&nbsp; Do you have any questions before starting the mission?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 00:26:16</strong>
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				<strong>Mk.I Experimental Autonomous Multipurpose Combat Unit</strong><br><br>"Mark's" eyes flicker, the skull-like head rotating smoothly to look at Saithe.<br><br>'Query, Major. What measure of collateral damage will be categorized within acceptable parameters for completion of the mission?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 00:55:23</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2490998#msg2490998">Quote from: TheGlyphstone on 28-11-2009, 00:26:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Mk.I Experimental Autonomous Multipurpose Combat Unit</strong><br><br>"Mark's" eyes flicker, the skull-like head rotating smoothly to look at Saithe.<br><br>'Query, Major. What measure of collateral damage will be categorized within acceptable parameters for completion of the mission?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>'<br>Saithe's red eye flickered a bit, while her living eye simply closed lightly, as if she found the question incredibly amusing.&nbsp; "Legally, no amount of collateral damage is acceptable collateral damage for a civil action like this.&nbsp; However, if you can pin this on the Emerald Claw, I'm sure our king would be willing to accept any degree of civilian casualties.&nbsp; So long as they're within a block or so of the mission.&nbsp; Do be aware of the feelings of the honorable Judge Marc Kogaion III, however."&nbsp; Saithe said, quietly erasing the message she had scrawled on the chalkboard. 
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				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 01:25:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.hentaiblog.info/images/doa-kasumi-hentai.jpg)</div>Inside, Kasumi sighs.&nbsp; Outside, she nods and asks.&nbsp; "I believe I also need some clarification.&nbsp; Is it the temple of the Keeper you have no objections to us damaging?&nbsp; And who is in comand of Alpha squad during this mission?"<br><br>She sits perfectly still during this, succeeding in maintaining her calm while she thinks hard. <em>We need to have some sort of plan.&nbsp; To get the Hostages and our 'target' out safely even while doing it under cover of some sort of 'Emerald Flame' attack.</em><br><br>While the comander responds, Kasumi's outfit and appearence flicker into the traditional garb of the Emerald Flame's storm troopers, she suddenly appears duskier, 6 inches taller and more heavily muscled, and her eyes go a dull gray.&nbsp; Then just as suddenly she appears 'normal' again.<br><br>She points out.&nbsp; "Perhaps it would work best, if someone infltrated the temple to some degree before we start buringing it down?&nbsp; That person could then be Marc the 4th's guard until he was properly rescued.". Her outfit and appearance flicker again making her look older, lighter skinned, with no muscle tone at all, in the clothes of a poor merchant's wife. <br><br>She glances at Sam as she says this, but says nothing more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 02:31:09</strong>
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				Major Saithe stepped close to Kasumi, staring into her eyes.&nbsp; "I think we'll just dress you up as a Kalashtar."&nbsp; She said sweetly, pointing to a small crate on the far side of the room.&nbsp; "Put on those gauzy clothes along with a viel, then use your wierd psychic powers to make your eyes glow or something.&nbsp; Remember to say "kinetic etherial chiurgic projection state phenomenon a bunch.&nbsp; ...and stuff."&nbsp; Saithe said with an air of indifference, making her political appointment to the command somewhat obvious.&nbsp; "As for who's going to be in command, you're all equals.&nbsp; Don't sweat the chain of command."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 02:35:41</strong>
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				I wince at Mark's question.&nbsp; I've known many of the warforged in my travels, and many are good and decent people, but this... thing, this monster, at times I wonder if it even has a soul.&nbsp; And at times, the more terrifying thought that it does indeed have a soul as black as any devil's crosses my mind.&nbsp; It.&nbsp; Not he, not she, it.&nbsp; It is an abomination, but at the same time, this is the best place for it.&nbsp; I very much doubt I could stand against its power if I had to, but so long as we can direct its malice, it has already proven a powerful tool to protect.&nbsp; After all, beings powerful enough to stand in this unit are few and far between.<br><br>"I..." I begin to speak, nervous.&nbsp; The pressure of these briefings always gets to me.&nbsp; I press on.&nbsp; "Sir, I will do what I can to contain Mark's... enthusiasm.&nbsp; Is... is there any particular persona you need me to familiarize myself with, or... will any face do?"&nbsp; I hesitate to offer.&nbsp; I've come to like myself as Sam.&nbsp; It's become such a comfortable form for these last few years, but if my talents are needed, I'd rather volunteer than have it forced upon me.&nbsp; The burdens of blood, I suppose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 02:53:03</strong>
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				Remus Saithe pulled out a small packet from the huge mess of papers on her desk.&nbsp; "This is our dossier on Valvufanir Skelpon, a vampire we staked two weeks ago in Atur.&nbsp; You'll be impersonating him as the leader of the group.&nbsp; Committ only the level of blasphemy you're comfortable with, but he was a priest.&nbsp; Given that the followers of the Blood of Vol use personally signifigant holy symbols, you might even get away with carrying a black Octogram."&nbsp; Saithe explained pushing foward another box of clothing.&nbsp; "Here are his personal effects."&nbsp; Saithe said disdainfully.&nbsp; "He's also in there, so everthing's going to be a bit dusty."
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				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 03:05:59</strong>
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				"Acknowledgement, understood. A potential hazard does present itself, Major. This mission has been classified covert, as indicated by the use of Emerald Claw iconography. However, my chassis and form are unusual in a significant degree, and likely quite difficult to disguise. Total extermination of all witnesses encountered, hostile or otherwise, calculates to significantly outside what would be considered acceptable collateral damage. Thus, to minimize necessary noncombatant deaths, I would request requisitioning an illusionary disguise, or magical item capable of producing such. If this is not available, clarification will be needed as to priorities of mission success versus government deniability."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 03:19:11</strong>
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				Saithe pulled a black curtain from the wall and threw it over mark, drawing a dagger and slashing a couple of eye holes for mark's benefit.&nbsp; "There, now your Kram Epytotorp, infamous wizard of evil.&nbsp; Have someone prestidigitate the emerald claw emblem on your robe, tie it off with ropes, and nobody will ever now you're not just a particularly low budget warlock."&nbsp; Saithe explained, leaning against the wall.&nbsp; "Anybody else need help with your disguise?"
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				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 04:43:07</strong>
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				<strong>From the Journals of M. Campbell Garrett, Journalist Extraordinaire and Generally Amazing Person</strong><br><br>*NOTE to the EDITOR:&nbsp; Please make me sound more awesome in your edits.&nbsp; I know that it's hard to make me sound any <em>more</em> awesome, but you can't have too much of a good thing.<br><br>Now what was a rock star world-class adventurer like myself doing with such a motley crew of butchers?&nbsp; I wish, dear reader, that I was there excavating the deepest, staunchest secrets from the Karrnathi front.&nbsp; No, instead, I was serving time.&nbsp; Time owed to the great Capitol of the Eastern Kingdom, Korth, for crimes of debauchery.&nbsp; It all began when my supplier and P.R. agent, Brotno the Dwarf, acquired an electric car, four belt pouches of glitter and an irresistible desire to get laid by the premier goblinoid prostitute, Enrica.&nbsp; Somehow we ended up being chased by ravenous dust clouds that chomped at the ankles of timid men and ate brave men whole.&nbsp; I didn't want to get eaten, and neither did Brotno, so that scumhead kicked the electric car into gear and elbowed the earth elemental in the face to get us moving at an amazing velocity (read:&nbsp; 15 miles per hour).&nbsp; This was too much for Brotno, and it was too much for the elemental, and so we wound up in a tavern, upside down, with the earth elemental pinning us.&nbsp; We were also charged with a number of other crimes, such as public exposure, assaulting a member of the clergy and a host of others, but to be very frank, I do not remember any of it.&nbsp; I was really, really high, and there were dust clouds chasing after me.<br><br>And dear reader, you never want to be caught by a dust cloud.<br><br>My time in prison was exciting.&nbsp; I took copious notes on the characters and scenes, and I might have made a few contacts.&nbsp; It all really depends.&nbsp; You can't ever <em>count</em> on people when they are in prison.&nbsp; One shakedown and suddenly they aren't the contacts to have in the yard.&nbsp; They are yesterday's news, and it all dawns on them that they're stuck behind those iron bars and spit-wad walls.&nbsp; But I can't relate.&nbsp; I'll never be yesterday's news.<br><br>How did I get here, in this small hall at the Rekkenmark?<br><br>I was introduced to this humdinger of a woman named Major Saithe, the leader of this elite crew of hags and weirdos.&nbsp; Major Saithe is the enemy.&nbsp; I was introduced to her by my friends Led and Zed.&nbsp; Led and Zed are guards in Karrnathi, and real nice fellows, too.&nbsp; One of them said:<br><br>"Major, by order of the King, we are placing Mr. Garrett in your custody.&nbsp; He is to be your prisoner."<br><br>"Yes," said Led, I think, "We can't keep him any more.&nbsp; Real embarrassing business."<br><br>"You see, he has escaped prison.&nbsp; Three times."<br><br>"It really wouldn't be so bad if he had escaped and we had caught him again, but each time, he just wandered back into prison.&nbsp; We weren't suspicious, the first time.&nbsp; See, he was as high as a kite, so we thought him a numb skull.&nbsp; The second time, we just thought he was the most unfortunate soul ever.&nbsp; Third time, well, we got curious.&nbsp; And... well, it's very embarrassing."<br><br>"Mr. Garrett has written three articles on how to escape our prisons*," Led said, I think.<br><br>I could only grin at the Major and give her a thumbs up from my manacled hands.&nbsp; I felt like chewing on a caltrop, because I knew I was grinning like a shit-eating dickhead.&nbsp; I've looked at myself often in the mirror to know what my face looks like at all times, and even I dislike my shit-eating grin.&nbsp; I can't imagine what that nasty, ghoul-limbed troglodyte of a woman thought.&nbsp; Probably surprise, since she couldn't find it in her heart to just kill me, and let me tell you, she's the sort that will as soon as kill you then look at you.&nbsp; Maybe she felt joy, because the jobs at the Rekkenmark, they aren't of the variety that you just walk back from.&nbsp; She knew I was dead meat.&nbsp; Whatever.&nbsp; It meant an exclusive.&nbsp; Those parchment writers were so stuck on the fact that I wrote a few articles describing the inefficiency of their prison system that they got a hard-on when I said that I'd coast with their gung-ho naturalists.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2491415#msg2491415">Quote from: TheGlyphstone on 28-11-2009, 03:05:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Acknowledgement, understood. A potential hazard does present itself, Major. This mission has been classified covert, as indicated by the use of Emerald Claw iconography. However, my chassis and form are unusual in a significant degree, and likely quite difficult to disguise. Total extermination of all witnesses encountered, hostile or otherwise, calculates to significantly outside what would be considered acceptable collateral damage. Thus, to minimize necessary noncombatant deaths, I would request requisitioning an illusionary disguise, or magical item capable of producing such. If this is not available, clarification will be needed as to priorities of mission success versus government deniability."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;"Oi!&nbsp; Wot's the furnace jibbin' 'bouts?"&nbsp; Surprised that this is how I talk?&nbsp; Me too.&nbsp; I can't shake the accent.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Oh, I get it!&nbsp; He's sellin' insurance!"&nbsp; I'm not sure whether or not I like Mark.&nbsp; He seems like the sort of fellow you don't want to house your pastries.&nbsp; In fact, he's probably the first guy you want to house your enemy's pastries.&nbsp; But that means that I get to hang out with him, and I can't find anything heart-warming about his frosty exterior.&nbsp; &nbsp; "No?&nbsp; Den' what's dis business of calculatin'?&nbsp; Pfft.&nbsp; I say bait an' trick 'em, an' I can get my ex--"&nbsp; I eyed the major, &nbsp;"Once dis' mission's been declassified, dat' is."<br><br>--<br>* <em>Ten Things You Should Know When You Are Arrested In Korth, How to Escape Prisons in Korth, and Developing Useful Weapons in Prison Whilst in Korth</em>, by Garrett Campbell;&nbsp; The Korrenberg Chronicle, Vol III (Ep XXXXVI, XXXXVIII, XXXXIX), 998 YK.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 05:09:26</strong>
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				Major Saithe looked with disgjust on the man she had specifically ordered up to be on the mission.&nbsp; "This..."&nbsp; She said with disgust, making sure her tone was as dark as if she were talking about a carrion beetle.&nbsp; "Is our public relations man."&nbsp; Saithe said, hoping she could express how much she hated everything about the war being over in three little words.&nbsp; "Now, little man, Cannibal Garrick, is it?&nbsp; We're going to have a nice article from you about how the Emerald Claw randomly attacked followers of the Path of Inspiration.&nbsp; If you want, you can make the article just about the abusive practices of the path.&nbsp; But under no circumstances are I or any of your companions to be mentioned by name."&nbsp; Saithe said, pointing towards Garret's neck with her undead hand.<br><br>"Be a good little boy and accept my offer, and you can just follow behind our brave heroes and print your puerile little stories.&nbsp; Embarrass the fatherland, and I'll personally ensure that when we carve the next woodcut of brave Karrnathi soldiers sacrificing their lives for our beloved King, you'll be hero of the crown #17."&nbsp; Saithe hissed, waving the guards out with a gesture.<br><br>"And about this mission being declassified; in Karrnath, nothing EVER becomes declassified."&nbsp; Saithe finished with a smug look of satisfaction, whipping hand against the map.<br><br><br>"The Path of Inspiration mission has 3 floors, all circular and built around a replica of a Riedran monolith, 99 feet tall.&nbsp; The entire facility is surrounded by a crysteel fortified fence, and guarded by mutant ogres.&nbsp; The guard force has at least 7 ogres and an ogre mage.&nbsp; Once inside the facility, the first floor contains a variety of libraries and classrooms, for the teaching of people about the Path of Inspiration.&nbsp; The second floor contains dormatories and dining facilities, all arranged in a maze of corridors designed to make navigation difficult.&nbsp; Finally, the third floor contains dojos of the immaculate order of martial artists, as well as their own dormatories.&nbsp; The third floor contains the entrance to the central monolith, which the Inspired temple lies on the ground floor of.&nbsp; At the top of the central monolith is a highly fortified room; the most defensible point of the entire facility."&nbsp; Saithe explained, showing the blueprints of the mission that had been provided to the Karrnathi government upon its construction.<br><br>"The function of the monolith is unknown, although our experts beleive that the monoliths supply power to the Riedrans.&nbsp; Most of this time, this power lights the many glowing crystals which light their buildings.&nbsp; However, the power can be used for other functions.&nbsp; If the lights dim, use extreme caution."&nbsp; The Major warned, providing clarification on the specifics of the mission.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 06:07:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Oh, you Karrnathi's and yer' masterbatory deethweeshes," I said like a seventeen-year-old wench.&nbsp; If the major bothered me, I sure as hell was not going to show it.&nbsp; But that sickly arm twisted my stomach worse than goat's milk, that's for sure.&nbsp; I had to say something else to show that I wasn't mortified of her.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Um, have a seat?&nbsp; Dun' mind if I do."&nbsp; I discarded the manacles before Led and Zed departed, patting them on the shoulders and giving them a thumb's up.&nbsp; They were scared for me, I could tell.&nbsp; I was scared for them too.&nbsp; They were idiots, and idiots get into all sorts of scrapes.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2491768#msg2491768">Quote from: The Great Triangle on 28-11-2009, 05:09:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Major Saithe looked with disgjust on the man she had specifically ordered up to be on the mission.&nbsp; "This..."&nbsp; She said with disgust, making sure her tone was as dark as if she were talking about a carrion beetle.&nbsp; "Is our public relations man."&nbsp; Saithe said, hoping she could express how much she hated everything about the war being over in three little words.&nbsp; "Now, little man, Cannibal Garrick, is it?&nbsp; We're going to have a nice article from you about how the Emerald Claw randomly attacked followers of the Path of Inspiration.&nbsp; If you want, you can make the article just about the abusive practices of the path.&nbsp; But under no circumstances are I or any of your companions to be mentioned by name."&nbsp; Saithe said, pointing towards Garret's neck with her undead hand.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;"Lady, ya give me great insoolt!" I cried, slamming my fist against something rather dramatically.&nbsp; I missed, so I tried it one more time, this time with calculation.&nbsp; &nbsp;"What sorta' business y'think I'm in?&nbsp; De' putting people t'sleep business?&nbsp; Nah'.&nbsp; I'm in de' selling papers business!&nbsp; An' a pack o' jacks who're cold as ice ain' going t'move me papers off de' shelves.&nbsp; So it seems y'and I hayve sumthin' of an accord."<br><br>I found myself a chair and sat down, listening to the rest of the hubbub.&nbsp; It stroked my shaft with a rusty iron pipe to hear the major demand that I lie to my public, but I wanted the story so badly.&nbsp; I wanted the story, and if all it took was for me to sit on it for a while, then, I would simply have to.&nbsp; Sometimes you just got to be patient.&nbsp; Fiddlewinks told me that.&nbsp; I glanced around and took in the people.&nbsp; Since I am who I am, and they are not me, I instantly disliked them.&nbsp; All of them.&nbsp; From the furnace to the monkey.&nbsp; But that was probably because I should have been feeling stressed out for being the kicker in the rugby team.&nbsp; Here they are, a bunch of galoots, twirling magic strands and brandishing heavy weapons, and what do I bring to the party?&nbsp; A bloody dagger.&nbsp; I knew that they were looking at me, wondering how exactly I stacked up.&nbsp; But that's the thing.&nbsp; Just when you're looking up, I'm coming down, toppling over.&nbsp; I've got moxy.&nbsp; I've got drive.&nbsp; <em>Personality.</em><br><br>It was fight or flight time, and I sure as hell wasn't going off to grow a pair of wings.&nbsp; Not now or ever.&nbsp; Unless of course when I did.&nbsp; But right then, I was totally madding on that stupid dwarf, his stupid elemental cart, and dust clouds.&nbsp; And on top of all of them, fuck this Major Saithe with a broom.&nbsp; My time in the Rekkenmark was going to suck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 07:57:10</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2491377#msg2491377">Quote from: The Great Triangle on 28-11-2009, 02:53:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Remus Saithe pulled out a small packet from the huge mess of papers on her desk.&nbsp; "This is our dossier on Valvufanir Skelpon, a vampire we staked two weeks ago in Atur.&nbsp; You'll be impersonating him as the leader of the group.&nbsp; Committ only the level of blasphemy you're comfortable with, but he was a priest.&nbsp; Given that the followers of the Blood of Vol use personally signifigant holy symbols, you might even get away with carrying a black Octogram."&nbsp; Saithe explained pushing foward another box of clothing.&nbsp; "Here are his personal effects."&nbsp; Saithe said disdainfully.&nbsp; "He's also in there, so everthing's going to be a bit dusty."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"V-vampire?"&nbsp; I'd only even tried impersonating the unliving once.&nbsp; It was cold.&nbsp; And creepy.&nbsp; And I didn't feel like me.&nbsp; A strange thought, considering what I am, yet no matter what shape I take, deep down, there's usually that fundamental sense of self.&nbsp; A vampire priest?&nbsp; For the whole mission?&nbsp; I don't like this one bit.&nbsp; And I had been hoping for a new girl form for once.&nbsp; The last three times I've been called on to use my abilities in the line of duty, it's always been men.&nbsp; It gets old after a while.&nbsp; I set the box aside, not wanting to look at it until absolutely necessary.&nbsp; "Yes, sir."&nbsp; In the end, that is the only possible answer, no matter my misgivings.&nbsp; "However... I cannot carry his holy symbol.&nbsp; I just... can't."&nbsp; After all, it is only by the grace of the host that I shall be able to endure this ordeal.<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2491977#msg2491977">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 28-11-2009, 06:07:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Lady, ya give me great insoolt!" I cried, slamming my fist against something rather dramatically.&nbsp; I missed, so I tried it one more time, this time with calculation.&nbsp; &nbsp;"What sorta' business y'think I'm in?&nbsp; De' putting people t'sleep business?&nbsp; Nah'.&nbsp; I'm in de' selling papers business!&nbsp; An' a pack o' jacks who're cold as ice ain' going t'move me papers off de' shelves.&nbsp; So it seems y'and I hayve sumthin' of an accord."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>I listen to the major's exchange with the strange, rude man for some time.&nbsp; Thankfully, misgivings replace each other rather than piling up.&nbsp; A public relations officer on a secret mission?&nbsp; How is that a good idea?&nbsp; Well, maybe he's competent?&nbsp; If not, maybe the Host's blessing could make him competent long enough to be useful.&nbsp; Yet... I can't trust him so swiftly.&nbsp; Then again, those I <em>can</em> trust are few and far between.<br><br>In time, I finally address him.&nbsp; "Mister Garrett.&nbsp; You <em>were</em> in the business of selling papers.&nbsp; However, when we are on a mission, that is a secondary consideration.&nbsp; Starting the moment we leave this room, you are in the 'accomplish the mission and get out alive' business, and if you have a spare moment afterward, perhaps you can indulge your writing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 14:29:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.hentaiblog.info/images/doa-kasumi-hentai.jpg)</div>Kasumi is more nearly amused than offended by Major Saithe's ignorance of her people. <em>She doesn't even realise my family's tradition is the Path of Light, or what that means... no need to be offended.&nbsp; However, I should clarify things a bit, her idea won't work.</em><br><br>She listens with an open mind to the odd 'reporter'.&nbsp; <em>His desire to spread the truth is certainly commendable, and his drunken antics, sadly, remind me of father... oh my poor father.</em>&nbsp; Almost against her will, she has taken a liking to Garrick.<br><br>Kasumi, seeing Sam's obvious discomfort at portraying a member of the Undead, tries her suggestion again.&nbsp; "Major, I'm not certain if you are aware, but the Kalashtar and the Emerald Flame, would never become allies.&nbsp; &nbsp;They are Well known enemies of each other, in fact.&nbsp; I suggest, instead,..."&nbsp; <br><br>She hesitates under the Major's iron gaze, but pushes on, more for Sam's sake then her own.&nbsp; "Perhaps Sam could be more useful, infiltrating the temple proper.&nbsp; Together with my own limited disguise..." Here she once again shifts. Her outfit and appearance flicker again making her look older, lighter skinned, with no muscle tone at all, in the clothes of a poor merchant's wife. <br><br>She then continues speaking. "We could enter as possible converts, and get an inside look, and perhaps, get close enough to any prisoners, and of course, Marc the 4th... before the rest of the team began their assault.&nbsp; At that time, each of us might, drop our civilian disguise, and act as Emerald Flame infiltrators."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>28-11-2009, 21:02:12</strong>
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				Major Saithe leaned against the wall, arms crossed across her chest.&nbsp; "Works for me.&nbsp; I'm totally going to get you into something gauzy and revealing one of these days though."&nbsp; She said with a disturbing wink, shoving Kasumi's box back into the pile of disguises.&nbsp; "If you could do this mission with no bloodshed at all, it would be SUCH a good display of Karrnath's efficiency and discretion."&nbsp; Saithe said sarcastically, trying to indicate with her every move that she didn't like the idea of doing a mission where nobody died a horribly bloody death, with any luck voiding his bowels and crying for mommy.&nbsp; "The king says we need to win hearts and minds... ill bred hearts and minds..."&nbsp; The major mumbled, looking down and fondling her sword.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 02:14:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imgur.com/TMr3H.jpg)</div>Ithi'ka lurks at her end of the table, tensing her coal-gray lips contemptuously at the polished table as if, in its deep grain, she could see this mess play out in a hundred less-than-preferable ways.&nbsp; &nbsp;When she lifts her silvery eyes to meet the eyes of the others in the room, it is without cheer-- she seems rather perturbed to have been conscribed to this manner of service, and detests the politicking behind this breed of clandestine betrayal.&nbsp; <br><br>When she speaks, her drow accent weaves her phrasing like a deft serpent navigating in and through her words. "This place, it has neighboring buildings, no?&nbsp; So it is possible that we escort the judge's offspring away from the, eh, fireworks.&nbsp; Before senseless slaughter of civilians at worst, or high-casualty battle against well-trained bodyguards and-- what you said, mutant ogres, at best."&nbsp; She smirks at that, a glimmering from her eyes like tiny diamonds in the shadowy outline of her slight form.&nbsp; <br><br>"You intend that we go tonight."&nbsp; Rising from the chair, she turns and walks the perimeter of the table to where the major stands, her hips swaying with predatory grace... not dressed for battle or field at the moment, she still wears her sleek, serpent-skin armor, its murky surface seeming to eat the light around her.&nbsp; She lifts her slender fingers and reaches for the map Major Saithe had been indicating, looking in the paper for the building plans that Saithe had mentioned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 02:26:20</strong>
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				Saithe smiled an ugly smile, betraying teeth that seemed to have been taken from a jungle cat, or possibly a barbed wire fence.&nbsp; "You have until Marc leaves the country, or the Riedran ambassador gets assassinated by the cult of the keeper.&nbsp; If we lose the ambassador, you'll have to blunt the Riedran investigation of the cult, to keep them from tracing the assassination to our judge, and thus our government."&nbsp; The slightly insane Major explained, casually fondling the hilt of her sword.&nbsp; "The Mission is surrounded by a fortified fence with crysteel barbs at the top, but there are a few two story businesses in the general vicinity of the complex.&nbsp; &nbsp;The Riedrans are slowly buying them up, but our government is working to make it hard for them."&nbsp; The Major continued, seeming almost glad that absolutely nobody in the room seemed to feel good about the mission.&nbsp; <br><br>"You're all to act at your discretion, but if Karrnath ends up at war with Riedra, you guys will be on the first boat.&nbsp; Then the aforementioned woodcut."&nbsp; Saithe concluded, licking her lips with her strangely long tongue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 02:46:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/thumb/d/d7/HK47photoshoot1.jpg/381px-HK47photoshoot1.jpg)</div>Mark nods smoothly underneath the hood, its eyes flashing.<br>"A suitable disguise, though it will require a small number of further alterations."<br><br>Examining the pile of disguises, it selects a sharp-looking dagger and makes a number of small holes around the torso of the robe, cinching it tight with a rope so that the new holes lie flush against the vents used to fire its smoke grenades.<br><br>'My functionality is now at maximum without compromising disguise integrity. Use of flight mechanisms has been relegated to top-level emergency situations only, as activation will necessitate incendiary destruction of large portions of aformentioned disguise."<br><br>"Suggestion to team: Until mission is complete, refer to me as EAMCU, MCU, or a similar designation. My chosen appelation will conflict with the name of our target, possibly inserting confusion at a critical mission juncture."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 03:03:15</strong>
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				I shudder at the major's come-on.&nbsp; I understand that she's human, and that she has needs, but... that arm... not that the rest of her is any more... 'natural.'&nbsp; I just pray she doesn't bring me into her plans to get Kasumi into 'something sexy.'&nbsp; I hate it when people treat me like the next best thing.&nbsp; But I'm not about to turn down the out Kasumi has given me; I'll have to thank her later.&nbsp; "I thank you for for providing such an elaborate disguise, but I believe I would be most useful assisting Kasumi.&nbsp; The guise of Mister Skelpon may draw too much attention, particularly if his... er... 'demise' comes to light while we are deployed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 03:05:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.hentaiblog.info/images/doa-kasumi-hentai.jpg)</div>Kasumi nods approvingly at Mark.&nbsp; "That's very wise MCU.&nbsp; I will do that if you like."<br><br>She then sighs in relief to hear that Sam seems to agree with her plan, though she can't be certain.<br><br>She pauses, and draws in a deep breath, summoning up the courage to speak her mind.&nbsp; Finally she says in a bit of a rush...&nbsp; "In the meanwhile, If we are going to do this, I do think as soon as possible is the best thing.&nbsp; Sam and I can leave now, unless Sam needs to prepare something?&nbsp; I am ready this moment.&nbsp; The others can then follow with the 'Stormtroopers'."&nbsp; She says the word distastefully. "And investigate the hidden temple, and, of course, attack it if neccesary, perhaps 30 minutes later.&nbsp; If Sam and I need more time than that, we're probably be in trouble anyway."&nbsp; <br><br>As she speaks, her voice strengthens, then wavers at the end, until she sounds like the Kasumi you are used to hearing.<br><br>She looks carefully over at the changeling, to be certain the plan doesn't offend her.&nbsp; "If.... if that sounds alright?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 03:21:44</strong>
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				Saithe nods, fondling her sword a little more forcefully.&nbsp; "Go ahead and get going.&nbsp; I think you're out of useful things to talk about with me, and I've got a dissident tied up in the brig.&nbsp; Have fun!&nbsp; I will."&nbsp; The Major purred, a frightening vibe flowing off of her.&nbsp; As the party's commanding officer left the room, 18 MPs entered the room dressed as Emerald Claw soldiers, looking quite realistic.&nbsp; Their leader, a grizzled looking veteran with long grey hair, introduced himself to Sam.&nbsp; "Sergeant Kol Kannor reporting for duty, Sir.&nbsp; Saithe assigned me to your command on the way out, Mr. Caulfield.&nbsp; We're here to make your efforts look more authentic if you want to fake an attack."&nbsp; The sergeant announced, his tone fairly light. <br><br>A moment later, his features hardened.&nbsp; "But I warn you; my men are not trained to fight Riedran elites.&nbsp; We're investigators and reservists, not frontline troops. I'm going to hold you personally responsible for each man who dies under your command."&nbsp; The sergeant concluded, looking over to the soldier of his that was licking the blade of his sword.&nbsp; "Actually, I don't care if Buckminster over there dies.&nbsp; But most of the other guys I actually care about."&nbsp; The sergeant's comment drew a few moans and a friendly "Hey!" from Buckminster.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 03:43:57</strong>
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				I'm about to agree with Kasumi when the major does so for me.&nbsp; Instead, I just move out with the rest of the team where the good sergeant introduces himself.&nbsp; 'Mister' always brings a smile to my face, but I hide it as best I can, bowing graciously and earnestly to my new ward when he finishes.<br><br>"I thank you for placing this faith in me, and vow that it will not be abused.&nbsp; I shall treat your lives with as much care as my own."&nbsp; I smirk.&nbsp; "Except for Buckminster's."&nbsp; I give the maligned soldier a sly wink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 04:57:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP; AC 19<br><hr><br>I had spent a few minutes in delirium, as it had been nearly a fortnight since I had eaten correctly, when I became aware of someone speaking to me in a most agreeable voice.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2492437#msg2492437">Quote from: Katina Tarask on 28-11-2009, 07:57:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">In time, I finally address him.&nbsp; "Mister Garrett.&nbsp; You <em>were</em> in the business of selling papers.&nbsp; However, when we are on a mission, that is a secondary consideration.&nbsp; Starting the moment we leave this room, you are in the 'accomplish the mission and get out alive' business, and if you have a spare moment afterward, perhaps you can indulge your writing."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I glanced behind myself to see if she might have been talking to another Mr. Garrett, but alas, there was nothing save my shadow.&nbsp; I turned to look at her and smiled childishly before saying: &nbsp;"Blo' n' thonder, lass!&nbsp; Y'speak it how eet is!"&nbsp; I had to think whether or not I liked that.&nbsp; I think I did.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I loik it!&nbsp; How'sabout we all maik noice an' merry, an' hiphop to it an' all.&nbsp; I prrromise I won' get in yer' way."<br><br>I was very overcome with how <em>sensible</em> she seemed to me now, despite the fact that I thought she was a cow.&nbsp; An attractive cow, but a cow nonetheless.<br><br>This meeting isn't so bad.&nbsp; Usual perps.&nbsp; Uncertain woman.&nbsp; Overzealous human.&nbsp; Attractive, mildly intriguing female with funny accent.&nbsp; And verbose sociopathic machine.&nbsp; Oh, and then there's the sensible person.&nbsp; Me?&nbsp; I bring the beers.&nbsp; I wish I had some now.&nbsp; It would make all of this so much easier to understand, because I still don't get what the fuck we're supposed to do.&nbsp; There's a monk pagoda, we infiltrate it, to what purpose, I don't know.&nbsp; We do something at the pagoda.&nbsp; Then we leave, but we do all of this in semi-secrecy, because we want them (I don't know who them is) to think that someone else did whatever it is we actually did.&nbsp; On top of this, whatever it is that we do should be discreet, but the major wants us to really not be discreet about it.&nbsp; Though I'm a stickler for freedom, I dislike open-ended tasks.&nbsp; They remind me of the philosophy papers I had to write back in Korrenberg, where no expectations were laid out, making the task of completing said papers somewhat difficult because of the ambiguity of it all.<br><br>But I couldn't really say, 'uh, Major?&nbsp; Why are we doing this?' now could I?&nbsp; We were totally beyond that point.&nbsp; We are two stupid people in a never-ending argument.&nbsp; She doesn't like me.&nbsp; I don't like her.&nbsp; Maybe she had explained it, but I must confess that I never kept up with monks.&nbsp; Monks.&nbsp; Ugh.&nbsp; The word brings bile to my tongue.<br><br>Anyhow, I get up and I march out with the group, in a haze.&nbsp; I don't try to look any more stupid than I already do, and try my best to fall in.<br><br>&nbsp;"No wunder Karrnathi lost de' war," I mutter to myself once outside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 05:06:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.hentaiblog.info/images/doa-kasumi-hentai.jpg)</div>Kasumi bows to the Major and then turns to look at the men entering.&nbsp; She smiles warmly at them, worried already that these men will be in danger soon.<br><br>She looks at her comrades, thinking hard, looking at Garrick longest, a slight smile on her face. <em>He IS fairly cute, in a Drunk way.</em><br><br>She moves up to Ithi'Ka, and says quietly.&nbsp; "Ithi'Ka, do you think you could take comand of the group for this mission?&nbsp; Sam and I will be inside the structure, Mark is... perhaps too eager for his work, and we do not know the capabilities of this new man... the reporter I mean.&nbsp; She smiles shyly at the Drow, hoping the older woman will not take offense at her words.&nbsp; "I know you will be able to lead them to an advantageous location, and will be able to get them in and out safely, despite any traps.&nbsp; I noticed you studying the map."<br><br>She pauses in thought for a minute, listening to the Drow's response, before adding another thought.&nbsp; "You can ask Mark to blast something on the building as a warning that we have 2 minutes to get out before you hit it fully.&nbsp; Perhaps you and he can set up a crossfire near an entrance, and draw out a few guards during that time, and have the 'stormtroopers' use crossbows from a distance... and shout a lot probably, before running away."&nbsp; She still glances at the Drow's face to be certain her ideas aren't offending the Drow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 05:35:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imgur.com/TMr3H.jpg)</div>If it can be found in the Major's maps, Ithi'ka spends a few minutes studying the city's plans of the tower.&nbsp; "Building this size, they may have some modifications."&nbsp; She studies every square, re-studies them, half closes her eyes and tries to project it into a setting she knows-- the three massive stories, the hundred-foot high icon within-- not unlike a lost fire Giant monolith in Zen'drik, encased in a fifteen-foot-per-step-sided pyramid, no?&nbsp; Easier even.&nbsp; Except for the guards, the worshipers within-- er, perhaps not so familiar.&nbsp; <br><br>At Katsumi's approach, the petite dark elf tilts her face up to study the woman's reactions and intonations as much as her words themselves.&nbsp; "You have painted this clearly, and it sounds delightful-simple."&nbsp; The word sounds like an alien nickname from the dark elf's youthful-looking mouth.&nbsp; "But it may serve us to position the archers as you suggest, then place us in the lower reaches.&nbsp; If this" sounding like 'zis', "this young man does not want to go, you may have to fight, and best not just the two of you, backs to a wall..&nbsp; We can be your <em>zishniat</em>."&nbsp; She blinks, reaching for the word in common.&nbsp; "Your, ah, return-rope."<br>(edit: changeling-&gt;woman)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 05:56:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.hentaiblog.info/images/doa-kasumi-hentai.jpg)</div>Kasumi smiles warmly at Ithi'ka, very pleased.&nbsp; "Wonderful.&nbsp; We'll count on you then." Squezing the Drow's arm companionably, she walks over to Sam.<br><br>"Do you need anything before we go, Sam?&nbsp; I'm ready."<br><br>Inside, she is shivering at the thought of their mission. <em>This will be a true test.&nbsp; Can I find this young man, persuade him to leave wih me... rescue any hostages, all before everything goes to pieces?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 06:11:18</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP; AC 19<br><hr><br>That sun-burnt, pointy-eared, funny-accented harlot suckered me and suckered me bad.&nbsp; I spun around, glaring at her with fists akimbo and approached, meaning business.<br><br>&nbsp;"Look, lady," I hissed at the drow, &nbsp;"Ah' mey not be de' sharpest tool in de' shed, but ah' ain't gunna chop a tree down wit' a hammer.&nbsp; An' when I gotta pay da' tab, I always end up payin' it.&nbsp; What I mean t'say is, dun' worry 'bout me not wantin' a fight.&nbsp; I'm goin' to fight withyer company til' the Karrnathi gov'ment sez we's square."<br><br>Then, I smiled, extending my hand towards her in greeting.<br><br>&nbsp;"We 'aven't met?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 16:21:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/thumb/d/d7/HK47photoshoot1.jpg/381px-HK47photoshoot1.jpg)</div>'I will include myself amongst the assault team. As it stands, my current disguise is somewhat precarious, though effective. Attempting to layer a second disguise on top of it would be, I believe the colliquial phrase is, 'pushing it'.<br><br>He looks towards the Sergeant this time.<br>"Your concern for your men is noted, Sergeant. The Inspired, however, are not known for their generous treatment towards prisoners, particularly those captured in the process of performing a military operation against them. Hybridizing this knowledge with the imperative that our true identities be kept secret, the Reidrans will not be permitted to take prisoners, nor recover remains of our dead."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 19:29:36</strong>
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				The drow doesn't seem to react to the personable contact from the young woman, except to return her greeting with a dry smile-- it even shows, just a little, in her eyes, making this gesture as close to 'personable' as anyone present has heard told from Ithi'ka.&nbsp; Rarely does she see a woman of stature comparable to her own-- lord, the girl was small for a human-- stand stall under the major's viscerally chilling scrutiny.&nbsp; <br><br>When the reporter comes at her, she pulls her longknife without thinking, keeping it close under the folds of her cloak for a surprise strike.&nbsp; Completely unprepared for this brand of humor, the drow stares back with her thin, white eyebrows furrowed into a furious glare, her mouth puckered as if about to spit.&nbsp; When he offers is hand then, she is even more confused.&nbsp; Had she caused offense?&nbsp; Turned her back improperly?&nbsp; What manner of half-mad ape <i>is</i> this man?<br><br>"Your debt is not to me," she stares at his hand a moment, then answers him after ensuring only that she can shake his hand-- a traditional contact, she's used to that by now-- with her off hand, the knife still at the ready beneath her cloak.&nbsp; "Ithi'Ka."&nbsp; She smirks then, his words having played through her mind enough to make sense.&nbsp; "I expect you <i>will</i> fight indeed."&nbsp; There's a soft snik of metal on metal as she sheathes the blade.<br><br>The warforged's words are like metal banging to her ears.&nbsp; Somehow, when it speaks, she wants to silence it.&nbsp; But she knows it is no machine, no toy.&nbsp; It is alive, malicious, and calculating.&nbsp; She doesn't let her reaction show.&nbsp; "Fine.&nbsp; We have the men gather at dusk, in <i>uniform</i>."&nbsp; Her overly-cautious phrasing of that word is partly because of her accent, partly out of facetious indication of their "Emerald Claw" gear.&nbsp; "Empty warehouse or business would be best to meet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 05:00:24</strong>
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				A couple of hours later, the party huddled in an abandoned bakery, little flurries of snow pressing into the windows as the sun dipped below the horizon.&nbsp; Seargeant Kol Kannor stood behind a counter, passing out coffee to his men while listening to the reports of the plainclothes scouts.&nbsp; "It sounds like the place is fairly regularly patrolled by groups of two Ogres and a Riedran Warg.&nbsp; With ideal timing during the changing of the guard, we'll have about 5 seconds to cross the 50 feet from the edge of the fence to the building, without alerting anyone.&nbsp; In our armor, it'll be a bit of a sprint."&nbsp; <br><br>"The reinforced fence itself will take adamantine tools to cut through without having to make a huge noise, and there's still the alarm enchantments to deal with.&nbsp; A quick sketch by corporal Murphy suggests we'd have to walk 175 feet to go around all the alarm spells, assuming their configuration in the last 20 feet is similar to that in the first 30 feet."&nbsp; The Sergeant reported, hoping that people smarter than him would come up with a good infiltration plan that didn't get a bunch of people killed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 15:21:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP; AC 19<br><hr><br>Ogres.&nbsp; In my time as an adventurer for the ever-popular Korrenberg Chronicle, I have come in contact with ogres on a number of occasions, being that it is usually they that stand between the party and indescribable fortune.&nbsp; The misfortune of being struck in the head by one of their great clubs is also mine, so rest assured in the veracity of my words:&nbsp; an ogre is immensely strong and was built to fight.&nbsp; A group of four could possibly handle two ogres with one warg, but if there were more guard groups, we would certainly be doomed.<br><br>The thought of taking up the disguise of an ogre crosses my mind.&nbsp; I have the means to alter my physicality, my appearance, but even then, I would come in at a measly height, three feet less than the average ogre.&nbsp; On top of that, there is no way that I could imitate the sour-dough stench of the regular unwashed ogre.&nbsp; So my taking on the appearance of an ogre seems... far fetched.<br><br>But I could do something different.&nbsp; I could create a distraction.&nbsp; Garbed as a member of the Emerald Claw, I could sprint in and out of combat, drawing the attention of the guard.&nbsp; Yes, I could play the ninja buffoon, he who utterly fails his mission by being seen.<br><br>&nbsp;"Wot if I could buy ye some more taime, guv'nor?&nbsp; Ye might not think it by lookin' at me, but 'm a decent aerialist, an' I culd draw de' attention of sem' guards, causin' a distraction by pretendin' t'be an Emerald Cloh assassin.&nbsp; Den', once de' chicken's in de coop, I'll get meself arrested, then find me a way out.&nbsp; I might be able t'give you 'bout a thirty second window, if'n I dun' get killed sooner."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 18:03:48</strong>
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				The Sergeant considered the plan.&nbsp; "It might just work, although the real question is going to be whether our wands of dispel magic can get the alarm spells shut off.&nbsp; Of course, all that is moot if we can't get through the fence; the main entrance is constantly watched by a pair of Ogres and an Ogre Mage, the sort of people who won't go chasing.&nbsp; My unit isn't equipped with admantine, although I've heard that your squad's warforged has some breaching capabilities."&nbsp; The older soldier analyzed, pointing out his magical support soldiers and their wands of dispel magic.&nbsp; "Once we get to the building, we'll either need to bust in a window or find a door, which might be an adventure in itself."&nbsp; Kol Korran concluded, quietly raising his hand to show his Ring of the Ram.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 00:50:02</strong>
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				In the soot-stained husk of a building, Ithi'ka shifts her gaze across the dark forms of the soldiers, over the street, then again across the maps she's now tacked to the wall with crudely set scrap-nails.&nbsp; They have dotted its clean surface with pinpricks and markers, indicating with fine chalk-lines and coal-smudges the critical features of the terrain.&nbsp; With thorn stumps gouged into the surface of the smoke-reeking walls, they pin out the perimeter of the fence, the paths for the guards.&nbsp; When the dusk bleeds its last light into the violet horizon, she takes a moment's respite from the purplish-lensed goggles that have been pressed to her eyes.&nbsp; She eases them up to her forehead like a proudly raised visor, blinks silver eyes into the evening light.&nbsp; <br><br>She drifts in and out of the shadows of the bakery, more alive with the dwindling of light, seeming to think harder, walk faster, and breathe deeper.&nbsp; When she's out of sight, a soldier searches over his shoulders, peers into the shadows.&nbsp; "Where'd the drow go?" he hisses to a compatriot, who whispers back in an equally secretive tone, "probably had to go hunt her dinner."&nbsp; They exhale a brief laugh together, then both look again.&nbsp; "Weird one, her--" one soldier whispers, not seeing her in their midst.&nbsp; He keeps his voice even lower, just in case-- his hushed tones barely meeting a whisper's resonance in the way soldiers will to keep out of the brass's earshot.&nbsp; "She looks like a decent fuck, I'll grant."&nbsp; A couple of them laugh the silenced, breathy laugh of furtive bravado.&nbsp; He starts to scratch alight a tindertwig for his beacon lamp.&nbsp; "Freaky little thing'd prob'ly go wild on a grown man's co--"&nbsp; <br><br>Before the twig meets the metal of the lamp to spark alight, a black shape surrounds him, and the drow's black-ash skin glides from the shadows to rest on his wrist, right where his pulse courses.&nbsp; &nbsp;Startled, he drops the lamp with a clatter and jerks his hand away, completely forgetting his sword.&nbsp; In the shadows of the bakery's husk, a glimmer of the dying light falls over her outline, and her silver eyes glint back at him. "You will be in the dark soon enough," she says calmly.&nbsp; "Best let your feeble eyes prepare."&nbsp; <br><br>The soldiers snap to as if scolded, scurry back to work at checking weapons for the tenth time, counting bolts, touching up their 'disguises'.&nbsp; The drow slinks back to the shadows like a cat stepping from a windowsill.&nbsp; Her darkvision will be in full bloom in a few moments, and she will have to open the blackroot oil from her pouch.&nbsp; She'll fight without the goggles, but will need the protection against magic's flare or bursting explosives, else she'll be blind and in agony.&nbsp; But she'll do it subtly, so as not to reveal this weakness.&nbsp; Perception is all she has for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 00:55:50</strong>
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				Almost 30 minutes after Dusk the Soldier's rings 'ring' with Sam's voice.&nbsp; "Inside.&nbsp; Target not on the first floor.&nbsp; Making our way to floor two."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 01:54:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP; AC 19<br><hr><br>A crackling voice filled the otherwise quiet war room, and stirred within the company a sense of urgency.&nbsp; They were in.&nbsp; Oh my God, they were in.&nbsp; But what did that mean?&nbsp; We didn't really have a plan.&nbsp; It wasn't like we were going to go do something specifically at this point.&nbsp; The thought made me snicker.&nbsp; We all stood there, mouths agape, concern creeping over our brows, and we didn't know what the hell we were going to do.&nbsp; Well, almost everyone.&nbsp; The drow seemed to be doing things of her own.&nbsp; Slipping in, slipping out, being shadowy, you know, normal drow stuff.&nbsp; I was going to make a joke about it, but you can't really joke with a drow.&nbsp; They will never understand you.&nbsp; And you can't also joke about a drow, either.&nbsp; They'll disembowel you.<br><br>I was growing tired of the finnecky commander, and pee-pee danced my way over to one of the soldiers, yoinked myself a wand of dispel, and said:<br><br>&nbsp;"Awroight!&nbsp; &nbsp;While yer' all fiddlin' wit'cher deecks, ah'm gun' do somethin' amazin'!"&nbsp; Do not ask what I was going to do.&nbsp; I had no idea.&nbsp; But I've never been good at planning things.&nbsp; My plans are always too complex, and my readers will know that I have zero follow-through.<br><br>&nbsp;"Last man out eets an egg!" I shouted as I harried out of the room, darting around the building and then snapping back against the wall, before any ogre might see me.<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong><br>Garrett rolled a 28 to lift the wand of dispel (success/failure means little to Garrett; he is still taking it);<br>Garrett rolled a 10 to spot ogres while;<br>Garrett rolled a 22 to hide.<br><br>Potential action next round:<br>Garrett rolled a 25 on a use magic item check to operate the wand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 07:27:46</strong>
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				Campell Garrett darted out of the building, the wand of dispel magic coming to life in his hands as he pointed it at the entrance of the compound.&nbsp; The ogres guarding the gate didn't seem to see him, yet they immediately noticed when seven of the ten luminous crystals near the gate flickered out and died, considerably dimming the local illumination.&nbsp; The ogres began to speak to each other loudly in Riedran, the two normal ogres drawing greatswords, while the ogre mage flew directly upwards into the air, heading towards the central building.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 15:47:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imgur.com/TMr3H.jpg)</div>"Waele Jaluk!" Ithi'ka spits when the flamboyant 'journalist' and brawler starts his assault.&nbsp; She hisses at the soldiers.&nbsp; "Crossbows!&nbsp; Kill the swordsmen!" and scrambles into the shadows for a decent shot at the Ogre Mage.&nbsp; No chance of closing to within thirty feet by shadow, she readies and nocks an arrow in her recurved longbow, aims, and fires at the flying Ogre Mage.&nbsp; <br><br>The Major's warning stings at her mind-- <em>Our experts believe that the monoliths supply power to the Reidrans...</em><br><br>She draws another arrow and fires again at the Mage, and that-- with any discipline at all-- the corps can land enough shots to drop the charging ogres in their tracks-- that is, assuming that there's anything about this assault that will go well.&nbsp; <br><br>(I'm assuming that range is within 100'?&nbsp; If not, modify accordingly by 100' increment, please.&nbsp; Full attack: Rapid shot, +1 comp. longbow, +1 arrows.&nbsp; Damage: 1d8+1.&nbsp; View my rolls on E's dice server.)<br>Roll Result: Shot 1 to hit: Result: 18, Total: <strong>29 </strong><br>Roll Result: Shot 2 to hit (-2 for successive rapidshot): Result 18, Total: <strong>27</strong><br>Roll Result: Shot 1 damage: <strong>4</strong><br>Roll Result: Shot 2 damage: <strong>5</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 17:32:15</strong>
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				The soldiers surged into the street and started firing their crossbows, seven soldiers targeting each ogre, while two soldiers hung back, unable to get in position and possibly too frightened by the charging ogres.&nbsp; Most of their crossbow bolts simply couldn't penetrate the armor the Ogres were wearing, although the Ogre charging to the left group took two crossbow bolts center mass, likely a result of the Sergeant's shooting.&nbsp; <br><br>The Ogres closed to within melee range of the assembled soldiers, swords drawn and ready to cause some havoc.&nbsp; Meanwhile, the Ogre Mage flew a total of 120 feet away from Ithi'ka's archery, flying with all haste, but mostly upwards.&nbsp; <br><br>(Subsequent actions require rolling for initiative; post your actions even if you're not up in initiative, but try to keep in mind who/what will be acting before you)<br><br><br><br>Left Ogre init 3,&nbsp; 11 damage<br>Right Ogre init 18,&nbsp; &nbsp;no damage<br>Ogre Mage init 6, 9 nonlethal damage
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 19:05:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-2.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"A most direct method of infiltration, and one I was not expecting. This does not bode well for our mission."</span> &nbsp;<br><br>Aside from that, Mark's voice, muffled as it is by the thick concealing hood, does not seem terribly displeased at being able to start the mayhem early. Raising one arm to take aim at the Ogre Magi, the warforged released a piercing beam of sickly green energy that could easily be mistaken for a warlock's eldritch blast. It pauses to track the creature's ascent for a moment, then looses a second, identical bolt, both landing squarely against the blue-skinned brute and rapidly disintegrating parts of its flesh.<br><br>Surprise;<br>Long-Range Molecular Dispersal Beam: Range 250ft., 28 vs. Touch AC, 12 Acid damage.<br><br>Initiative: 24<br>Ogre Mage suffers an additional 7 Acid damage.<br>Long-Range Molecular Dispersal Beam: Range 250ft., 26 vs. Touch AC, 9 Acid damage.<br><br>Current AC: 21 plus any concealment bonuses<br>Current Active Effects: Projectile Deflection Field, Multispectrum Visual Scanners, Crude Warlock Disguise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 22:52:41</strong>
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				Her peripheral vision picks up the flaring blasts of energy as the warforged fires.&nbsp; Even at this distance, she sees spots in her field of vision, but is careful not to look directly.&nbsp; She smoothly fires two more arrows at the levitating mage, intent to bring it down before it lets fly with its magic-- whatever the hell kind of magic it is, precisely, that makes these Reidrans so confident that only the three ogres are necessary to protect the whole building.<br><div class="floatright">(http://imgur.com/TMr3H.jpg)</div>Attack 1, rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 23 (http://dicebot.php?r=12051) <br>Attack 2, rolls: 1d20a7 Result: 21 (http://dicebot.php?r=12052) <br>(almost forgot, sorry) Initiative, rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 17 (http://dicebot.php?r=12053)&nbsp; <br>Damage 1, rolls: 1d8a1 Result: 7 (http://dicebot.php?r=12054) <br>Damage 2, rolls: 1d8a1 Result: 4 (http://dicebot.php?r=12055) <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 23:25:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP; AC 19<br><hr><br>My plan to create a half-minute distraction was going pretty well until the drow, the warforged and a gaggle of incompetent ranged combatants crowded the street beside me, shooting missiles into the fray.&nbsp; It was all going so well.&nbsp; I hadn't even been seen.&nbsp; I even conjured a magnificent trick when I saw the ogre mage start flying:&nbsp; I had a wand of dispel magic right here in my hand, and a fall from that height would kill -anyone-.&nbsp; Hard to create another spell when wind's rushing into your mouth, you know.&nbsp; I could have gotten mad about it, because I had a few one-liners ready.&nbsp; But here we were, in an open assault.&nbsp; Oh well, I thought.&nbsp; Time to get killed.<br><br>So I rushed headlong towards the injured ogre, screaming:<br><br>&nbsp;"Target de' oder' fellow, an' help each oder' out!&nbsp; Do not get into it wit' him in melee."&nbsp; Just like me to tell people that something is dangerous, and then grabbing that dangerous something by the throat and punching it in the groin.&nbsp; Man, I'm a bad ass.<br><br>I leapt, my hand clutching my dagger firmly as I brought it down unto the ogre's shoulder, my eyes closing for a half instant in hopes that it would land.&nbsp; What can I say, I was feeling inspired.<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong><br><br>Garrett rolls a 14 (11+3) initiative;<br>Garrett rolls a 26 (16+10) to ATK (atk w/ dagger + charging), taking -2 to AC (17);<br>If successful,<br>Garrett rolls for 14 damage (1d4 dagger (4) + intelligence + factotum inspiration *1 left)<br><br>The command informs NPCs to AID one another when shooting, increasing their bonuses to ATK at the expense of reducing the number of attacks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 23:48:57</strong>
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				"Do what he says, you pansy morons!"&nbsp; Sgt. Korran yelled as his soldiers reloaded their crossbows, getting ready for the next barrage.&nbsp; A few seconds later, an ogre went charging into the soldiers' lines, throwing one of the soldiers through the air with his greatsword.&nbsp; "Man down!"&nbsp; The corporal in charge of the squad yelled, ordering his squad to withdraw and attack the Ogre from point blank range.&nbsp; Meanwhile, the Ogre Mage drew a horn from his pack and blew into it, sending a resounding note across the battlefield.&nbsp; He was answered by several more notes, and it became clear that soon every Ogre the Riedrans had was going to converge on their position.<br><br>Garrett's courageous maneuver greatly angered the ogre with a dagger stuck a few inches from its junk, and the angry ogre swun its sword directly at the plucky reporter, swinging in a wide arc over his head.&nbsp; (attack roll 11)<br><br><br>-Mark attacks ogre mage with acid rays&nbsp; init 24, no damage<br>-Right Ogre attacks the squad.&nbsp; init 18, no damage<br>-Ixy fires arrows at the ogre mage.&nbsp; init 17, no damage<br>-Garrett attacks left ogre.&nbsp; init 14, no damage<br>-Ogre Mage summons reinforcements.&nbsp; init 6, 15 nonlethal damage, 21 lethal damage<br>-Left Ogre init 3, 25 damage<br><br>Next round, 2 ogres will join with initiative of 3 and 2, and 2 wargs will join with initiative of 13 and 4.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 00:21:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP; AC 19<br><hr><br>Dear reader, this accursed, ornery ogre still stood despite the terrible blow that I gave him.&nbsp; In fact, I think that I made him angry, and no one likes an angry ogre.&nbsp; But I wasn't going to quit.&nbsp; I'm the greatest thing going on this world, and the greatest thing never quits.&nbsp; So I stuck him again with the dagger, this time now in the chest, and I did it again because my muscles work that way when I'm in a fix.&nbsp; This putrid bastard was going to go down, and I didn't care how.&nbsp; It was him or me.<br><br>I was so in my own head that I failed to hear the blow emerge from the horn of the ogre mage.&nbsp; I grit my teeth, knowing that I could have taken him down.&nbsp; I glance over my shoulder.<br><br>&nbsp;"Dun' worry 'bout the mage!&nbsp; I'll worry 'bout him!&nbsp; Concentrate on de' brutes!"<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong><br>I am burning an action point to get an extra attack in my full attack action.<br>First attack gets me a 16 with 7 damage.<br>Second attack gets me a 25 with 8 damage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 01:01:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imgur.com/TMr3H.jpg)</div>Ithi'ka has loosed two more arrows before she hears the indentured reporter's call... apparently, he's faring better than the trained soldiers, despite all his pomp and bluster... she curses softly and wills her arrows toward the blimp-ogre's heart, hoping to hear the sweet splash of his insides becoming his outsides when gravity claims him.&nbsp; Regardless of the outcome, she decides she's been in the open for long enough...<br>To hit mage: 1d20a9 Result: 20 (http://dicebot.php?r=12058) <br>To hit mage 2: 1d20a7 Result: 27 (http://dicebot.php?r=12059) - Possible Critical <br>Test for crit: 1d20a7 Result: 13 (http://dicebot.php?r=12060) <br>Damage for attack 1: 1d8a1 Result: 3 (http://dicebot.php?r=12063) <br>Damage for attack 2: 1d8a1 Result: 8 (http://dicebot.php?r=12064) - if applicable, doesn't yet include critical x3<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 06:29:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-2.jpg)</div>Dismissing the plummeting ogre mage as dead, Mark turns to redirect his attention against the ground-bound ogre bruisers, ready to spray the gates with a punishing barrage of laser fire. The mass of soldiers surrounding the rightmost ogre stalls him, though, and with a grumble, he proceeds to deliver a single carefully aimed shot instead, turning a chunk of the brute's shoulder into greyish powder.<br><br>Touch Attack of 21 on Right Ogre, including the -4 penalty for a shot into melee.<br>13 Immediate acid damage.<br>At the beginning of the next round, he'll take an additional 6 acid damage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 06:43:44</strong>
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				The ogre mage took several arrows to the gut, and slowly, stubbornly, fell from the air, flying quickly to kiss the ground.&nbsp; Grappling with his mighty foe, Garrett plunged his dagger into the monster's body, making it keel over in a virtual waterfall of blood, much to the delight of the soldiers in the squad, who directed their attacks at the ogre who had wounded one of their own.&nbsp; In time with Mark, the squads fired a more effective barrage at the armored ogre, firing their crossbows into the places where Mark's acid weakened the creature's armor, bringing it down in a matter of seconds.&nbsp; <br><br>From the west of the building, a pair of ogres came running, a warg accompaning them.&nbsp; Another warg charged in from the east, ready to defend the entrance of the mission with its life.<br><br><br>-Mark attacks right ogre with acid ray.&nbsp; init 24, no damage<br><del>-Right Ogre dies of perforation. </del>&nbsp; <br>-Ixy fires arrows at the ogre mage.&nbsp; init 17, no damage<br>-West Warg Joins Battle.&nbsp; init 14, no damage<br>-Garrett attacks left ogre.&nbsp; init 14, no damage<br><del>-Ogre Mage Plummets to Earth</del><br><del>-Left Ogre Dies, stabbed in the gut</del><br>-East Warg Joins Battle.&nbsp; init 4, no damage<br>-West Ogre 1 Joins Battle.&nbsp; init 3, no damage<br>-West Ogre 2 Joins Battle.&nbsp; init 2, no damage<br><br><br>Next round, 3 wargs will join battle, with initiative of 22, 15, and 5.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 13:47:14</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2513709#msg2513709">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 04-12-2009, 00:21:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP; AC 19<br><hr><br>Just as the battle was looking up, we were engaged by another party of ogres.&nbsp; There were wargs inbound, too.&nbsp; In general, I prefer to fight wargs rather than ogres, but I became concerned for the soldiers that were accompanying us.&nbsp; The ogres were going to rend them!&nbsp; So, despite all of the stupid things that I have done tonight, I was going to do the stupidest.&nbsp; I was not only going to get in their faces, but I was going to goad the hell out of them.<br><br>&nbsp;"Mad dat' we fragged yer' stinkin' mothers, ye no gud pieces o' ogre trash?&nbsp; Le's go, I'll send yuu toa 'em!&nbsp; Big family reunion!"<br><br>I charged like a frenzied barbarian towards the charging ogres, and again, I leapt, holding my dagger in both hands when I brought it back down over his neck.&nbsp; I tucked, rolled, and then assumed a defensive position, hoping to buy the soldiers a bit of time.<br><br><strong>OOC</strong><br>Garrett charges against Ogre A to get a +2 to ATK and a -2 to AC (17 AC);<br>Garrett rolls a 25 vs. Ogre A's AC;<br>If successful, Garrett rolls 6 damage.<br><br>Furthermore, Garrett spends a factotum point to gain a +5 AC bonus for 1/round.<br>Furthermore, Garrett will boost his factotum point with an action point to double it.<br>Garrett's new AC is 27 for 1/round.<br><br>Garrett has attempted to goad the ogres into striking him and only him, but this is only RP, as Garrett doesn't possess the knight's fighting challenge.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>04-12-2009, 23:14:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-2.jpg)</div>HP 51, AC21.<br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"A target-rich environment - my favorite."</span><br><br>Advancing closer to the gates, Mark positions himself to keep the Karnathi infantry out of his direct line of fire. That accomplished, he brings his cannon arm across his body in a sweeping motion, spraying a rapid-fire barrage of short energy pulses that engulf the two western ogres and their warg ally.<br><br><br><br>All affected targets (West Ogre 1, West Ogre 2, West Warg) take 8 Acid damage, Reflex Save of 17 for half damage. They will be taking an additional 9 Acid damage at the start of my next turn, with no save.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 03:00:00</strong>
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				Spotting the inbound wargs' and ogres' blitzkrieg approach, Ithi'Ka hisses her soft frustration at the reinforcements.&nbsp; The madman with the speech problem-- or, maybe a drinking problem-- seemed to be holding his own on with the soldiers, but best deprive the enemy of any opportunity to gain tactical advantage-- when she sees the warg seeking their flank, she recognizes that her best chance is to keep the strays off.&nbsp; Then, maybe, she can use the shadows to her advantage.&nbsp; She hasn't yet seen the acid blast that mutilates the ogres so disgustingly... when she does, she'll note it, then intend to never see it again.<br><br>She peels off to the east, skirting for shadows, and fires twice at the oncoming beast as she crosses open ground.&nbsp; She mutters in drow, "chase this, vermin," and continues to run in a tangent away from the main group, strafing the warg's approach and ready to loop back around the attackers' flanks.&nbsp; <br><br>Action: shot on the run: moving 15 feet strafing the east warg, firing twice, then moving 15 more feet.<br>atk 1 1d20+9: 12+9 = 21.&nbsp; <br>atk 2 1d20+11: 16+11 = 27.<br>dmg 1 1d8+1: 6+1 = 7<br>dmg 2 1d8+1: 6+1 = 7<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 04:02:02</strong>
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				Mark's acid spray proved an irritant to the advancing group of Ogres, but the plucky journalist's taunts drove them over the edge.&nbsp; "Evil spirits!&nbsp; That man just drove a knife into the huleo-tsemi of Jakint!"&nbsp; One of the Ogres shouted, charging Garrett quite innefectively, while their Warg followed their lead, biting the enemy of Riedra in the thigh.&nbsp; Meanwhile, the other Warg charged after Ithi'ka, trying to get revenge for the arrows placed in it.&nbsp; <br><br>More Ogres converged on the front of the mission, while the soldiers reloaded their crossbows.&nbsp; In the middle of the reload, the corporal in charge of the second squad dashed to the soldier that had fallen in combat a few seconds before and revived him with a healing potion, backing off while the Alpha Squad dealt with the continuously increasing swarm of enemies, such as the next wave of Wargs, who tore around the side of the building and towards the group.<br><br><br>-Mark attacks west group with acid spray.&nbsp; init 24, no damage<br>-New Warg Joins Battle.&nbsp; init 22, no damage<br>-Ithi'ka fires arrows at the ogre mage.&nbsp; init 17, no damage<br>-Side Warg Joins Battle. init 15, no damage<br>-West Warg Attacks Garrett, attack roll 25, attack damage 6.&nbsp; init 14, 3 damage<br>-Garrett attacks West Ogre 1.&nbsp; init 14, no damage<br>-Attack Warg Joins Battle. init 5, no damage<br>-East Warg Attacks Ithi'ka, attack roll 19, attack damage 5.&nbsp; init 4, 14 damage<br>-West Ogre 1 Attacks Garrett ineffectively.&nbsp; init 3, 13 damage (+9 top of order)<br>-West Ogre 2 Attacks Garrett ineffectively.&nbsp; init 2, 7 damage (+9 top of order)<br><br>Next round, 2 Ogres will join battle with initiative of 18 and 12
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 04:24:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-2.jpg)</div>HP 51, AC21.<br><br>It was as if they intended to bring forth a limitless supply of foes for him to disintegrate into piles of smoking ash - a challenge Mark was all too happy to accept. His eyes flaring with gleeful light, he continued to strafe his arm-mounted beam back and forth, shredding into each new wave of reinforcements.<br><br>Eldritch Cone over all West enemies (West Warg, Side Warg, West Ogre 1, West Ogre 2).<br>All affected enemies take 14 Acid damage, Reflex DC17 for half.<br>At the top of the next round, they will take another 7 acid damage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 05:22:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP (Current 35); AC 19<br><hr><br>Dear reader, you must believe that I was not at all thrilled to have two ogres swinging their greatswords in an effort to behead me.&nbsp; I was weaving in and out of their blows, feeling the rustle of their heavy armor tremble the ground before me, but I did my best not to lose my balance as I tucked and rolled beneath those terrific blows.&nbsp; Then, wouldn't you believe it, I felt a stabbing pain shoot through my thigh, a demonic face looking up at me with a sinister scowl and a hungry glare!&nbsp; A warg!&nbsp; I had been bitten by a warg.&nbsp; I gritted my teeth and began to write on my knuckle with my the blood on my dagger:<br><br>&nbsp;"Aww, fer' cryin' out loud;&nbsp; yer' stoopid horsey can hit me, bet joo?&nbsp; Now lemme get a clarification;&nbsp; how do you spell Whooleo Semi frem' Jack Int?"<br><br>The stench of acid was making me feel a little bit woozy, and I was beginning to get a bit hot at the warforged.<br><br>&nbsp;"Hey!&nbsp; Rust bocket!&nbsp; A lil' considerracion 'ere?&nbsp; I'm journalizin'!"<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong><br><br>...&nbsp; Urg!&nbsp; Curse you Garrett.&nbsp; ::strangles him::<br><br>I suppose I'll total defense it with my last factotum point, giving him a whopping 30 AC as he tries to get a spell-check on the ogre's name.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 20:34:06</strong>
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				<em>More coming, </em>&nbsp; Ithi'Ka realizes, cursing this open field... what she wouldn't give for a tree right now, as the oversized, mangy wolf snaps at her, so close that its hindquarters ripple the hem of her cloak.&nbsp; At this close range, she levels her bow with surprising accuracy, crouching mid-stride and bending low to fire two more arrows with he smooth mechanical pull of an elegant war machine.&nbsp; Then she twists like living a black scarf in the wind, trotting steadily the whole time, leading the warg back toward the burned-out bakery... at least it won't get the blindside of the soldiers, even if it gets a bite of her in the process...<br><br>Action: Point-blank shot+rapid shot: 2 attacks, then shot-on-the-run moving 30 feet toward cover (bakery, I assume? please let me know if Ith reaches cover so she can go for a roost.)<br>To hit 1: 1d20+10=19<br>Damage 1: 1d8+2=5<br><br>To hit 2: 1d20+8=20<br>Damage 2: 1d8+2=10<br>(hope I'm not slowing us down. If need be, Great Triangle, feel free to post for me so I don't screw it up for everybody if I don't post every day.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 20:54:46</strong>
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				As the alarms grew louder, more Ogres made their way to the carnage field at the front of the building, charging with rage at the strange machine killing their companions.&nbsp; "Destroy the works of the Anathema!"&nbsp; One of the Ogres shouted, while more charged in, greeted by a lively burst of crossbow fire from the military police traveling with the party.&nbsp; <br><br>The Warg Ith'ika attacked turned and began to flee with its tail between its legs, while another one jumped forward and bit her.&nbsp; Meanwhile, attack dogs surged at Mark, intending to slice him to ribbons with their jaws up close, where his disintegration rays couldn't do quite so much good, even as their masters crumbled into dust, whipped away with the wind.&nbsp; <br><br><br>*: West Warg provokes an attack of opportunity from Garrett.<br><br>Anybody hit by a warg needs to make a DC 13 strength check or fall prone.&nbsp; Don't worry about applying this retroactively.&nbsp; :-)<br><br>-Mark attacks west group with acid spray.&nbsp; init 24, no damage<br>-New Warg attacks Garrett, attack roll 23.&nbsp; &nbsp;init 22, no damage<br>-Back Ogre 1 Joins Battle.&nbsp; init 18, 5 damage<br>-Ithi'ka fires arrows at East Warg.&nbsp; init 17, no damage<br>-Side Warg attacks Mark. init 15, Attack roll 21,&nbsp; Attack Damage 10,&nbsp; 14 damage (+7 top of order)<br>-West Warg Attacks Mark,&nbsp; init 14,&nbsp; Attack roll 25, Attack Damage 10,&nbsp; 10 damage (+7 top of order)<br>-Garrett Total Defends.&nbsp; init 14, no damage<br>-Back Ogre 2 Joins Battle init 12, 6 damage<br>-Attack Warg attacks Ith'ika.&nbsp; Attack roll 25, attack damage 8.&nbsp; &nbsp;init 5, no damage<br>-East Warg bravely runs away.&nbsp; &nbsp;init 4, 29 damage<br>-West Ogre 1 Loses internal cohesion!<br>-West Ogre 2 Gets Toasty disintegrated!<br><br>Next round, 4 Ogres will join battle, with initiative of 16, 9, 1, and 0
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 22:19:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-2.jpg)</div>HP 33/51, AC21.<br><br>The two wolves leap at Mark, their fangs tearing through his crude robed disguise and denting the metal beneath, but their attempts to drag him off his feet end up with nothing more than two mouthfuls of cloth. Cackling in amusement, the warforged proceeds to hose down the two threatening beasts in a point-blank barrage of punishing beam spam, along with any ogres unlucky to be directly behind them. Backing away from what is hopefully now two piles of dust, Mark decides to retreat to a more shadowed location.<br><br>Pass Strength checks with a 15 and 19.<br>Side Warg and West Warg take the 7 ongoing damage.<br>Side Warg, West Warg, and if either of the Back Ogres are inside the 30ft. cone, all take 12 acid damage.<br>At the top of the next round, they'll take an additional 8 acid damage.<br>Moving back 30ft. into cover/concealment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 22:49:26</strong>
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				The drow's feet are a flurry of movement as she weaves, the last shot no sooner loosed from her long, hook-tipped bow than a fresh arrow's fletchings are between her leather-gloved fingers, but she somehow manages to weave into the path of another warg.&nbsp; She smells its meat-breath and feels the massive weight of muscle and bone slam into her hip, snapping her leg into its maw in the hopes of hamstringing the elf for a quick meal.&nbsp; <br><br>Electric pain, delayed from the fury, lights up her spine, but the dark elf responds to it with cold fury.&nbsp; She twists with the fall that will come, wrenches her serpent-scale armored leg from the beasts maws like snatching away its chew-bone, and wrests herself from its grasp in a contortion that looks more like a comically awkward dance step, or the movements of a theatrically-portrayed animal, than those of a woman who has been halfway killed in a moment.<br><br>She barely slows before moving again at a run, firing two more arrows before she slides into the husk of a building behind her.<br><br>Move 15 feet toward building<br><br>Str check: (using an action point to add +1d6)<br>1d20+1=10 (str)<br>1d6=4&nbsp; (ap) (total 14... still up)<br><br>Move 15 feet toward burned-out building... should she be at the building by now?<br><br>Shot on the run:<br>1d20+12=17 (atk 1)<br>1d8+2=5 (dmg 1: total 5 if hit)<br><br>1d20+10=30 (atk 2: possible crit?)<br>1d20+10=24 (atk 2: crit check)<br>1d8+2=7 (dmg 2: total 7, but if base x3 for crit? total 17)<br><br>Moving 15 more feet into cover of shadows, leading the warg, trying to use terrain to advantage.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 02:45:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP (Current 35); AC 19<br><hr><br>Let me try to describe what happened next, but know that I still do truly understand what occurred.&nbsp; I had asked the ogres a question, to spell out a name, when their skin fluctuated by an inner motion, like a mage hand beneath a cloth.&nbsp; They became concerned, perplexed, terrified, I could tell by the widening of their eyes.&nbsp; Then, their scent became stronger, and their bowels emptied over the floor.&nbsp; I was repulsed, covering my mouth and my nose, utterly aghast.&nbsp; Then, without warning, one of the ogres' limbs exploded off the hinges, and its torso falling unto the ground, its head writhing in utter pain.&nbsp; Like a tree once struck by lightning, the torso exploded.&nbsp; The other ogre fell apart, but did not explode.<br><br>The warg beside me, the one that had bitten me, looked at me, and then looked at the warforged, and boldly chased after him.&nbsp; At first I thought he was running away, so I said something like:&nbsp; &nbsp;"You an' me're thinkin' the same thing!&nbsp; But don't clog de doorway, heh heh!"&nbsp; I laugh when I'm nervous, and what the warforged had done made me want to urinate all over myself.&nbsp; I think that I even managed to give that warg a parting shot, but I cannot remember.<br><br>A gurgling cacophony alerted me to the danger striding behind me, and I alighted and vaulted over the snatching maw of another demon thing.&nbsp; It's jaw snapped shut, and I grimaced at the reminder that I could have been in between those jagged, twisted teeth.&nbsp; I landed in a crouch, clutching my dagger so tightly that my gloves were pooled with blood from my palm, my teeth clenched as I gripped the hairy face of that common-speaking warg.&nbsp; I lifted the dagger and brought it down in between it's eyes in one firm, precise motion.<br><br>&nbsp;"Wot da' fuck!&nbsp; Geez, are ye' fockin' children or soldiers?!" I cried to the Rekkenmark agents.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Man up fer' cryin' out loud!&nbsp; I'm frem' Breland an' I'm fockin' ownin'!"<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong><br>Attack of Opportunity:&nbsp; Garrett rolled a +20 vs. West Warg, rolls 8 damage;<br>Regular Attack:&nbsp; Garrett rolled a +16 vs. New Warg;&nbsp; if successful, rolls 14 damage (expending factotum point).
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 07:11:14</strong>
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				As Mark attacked the Wargs with his disintegration ray, they used the chance to continue biting at him, the ray fatally blowing away their cohesion.&nbsp; As the wargs began to shift between this dimension and that, they became beings more of energy than matter, howling and wailing as they went down with agressive force, bemoaning their terrible fates by trying to take down their killer with them.&nbsp; The warg garrett stabbed collapsed into dust before it even got two steps, almost seeming to spur its companion even faster.<br><br>Attacks of opportunity, 11, 21.&nbsp; Second attack deals 6 points of damage if hit.<br><br>Meanwhile, Garett fought his own battle against yet another guard dog, and Ith'ika left the grounds of the mission, ducking into an alley as the warg she fought against also ran from her onslaught, leaving her quite concealed in the shadows of an alley 40 feet away from the mission.&nbsp; The advancing Ogres unsheathed their greatswords and went charging towards Mark, hoping to get rid of that creepy disintegration ray so that they could easily dispose of the rest of the group.<br><br>Meanwhile, the Rekkenmark soldiers reloaded their crossbows, spreading out to envelop the Ogre forces while they kept themselves between the heroes and the encroaching line of reinforcements coming from the side entrances of the mission.<br><br><br>-Mark attacks wargs with acid spray.&nbsp; init 24, 18 damage<br>-New Warg attacks Garrett, attack roll 19, attack damage 9.&nbsp; &nbsp;init 22, 14 damage<br>-Back Ogre 1 attacks Mark.&nbsp; attack roll critical threat 19, attack damage 16, 32 if critical.&nbsp; init 18, 5 damage<br>-Ithi'ka fires arrows at East Warg.&nbsp; init 17, 8 damage<br>-Another Ogre 1 Joins Battle.&nbsp; init 16, no damage<br>-Side Warg attacks Mark. Attack roll 13.&nbsp; &nbsp;init 15,&nbsp; 27 damage&nbsp; (+8 top of order)<br>-West Warg Disintegrates.<br>-Garrett attacks West Warg.&nbsp; init 14, no damage<br>-Back Ogre 2 attacks Mark.&nbsp; Attack roll 14.&nbsp; &nbsp;init 12, 6 damage<br>-Another Ogre 2 Joins Battle.&nbsp; init 9, no damage<br>-Attack Warg runs away to join his friend.&nbsp; &nbsp;init 5, 26 damage<br>-Reinforcement Ogre 1 Joins Battle.&nbsp; init 1, no damage<br>-Reinforcement Ogre 2 Joins Battle.&nbsp; init 0, no damage<br><br><br>Next round, 2 ogres will join battle with initiative of 10 and 11.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 07:54:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-2.jpg)</div>HP 13/51, AC21.<br><br>(My own darn fault for forgetting to roll a Concentration check to cast defensively on that. Happily, crit fails on a 19...for that matter, a 19 doesn't even hit my AC normally. What was his actual total?)<br><br>Now severely battered by the ogre and worg onslaught, Mark decides that it is time for a tactical retreat option. His disguise is mostly in tatters at this point, though it clears the way for him to fire off a blinding barrage of tiny alchemical smoke grenades around himself. In the confusion and smoke, he retreats around a nearby corner, hiding from the ogres and retrieving a wand from a compartment in his leg.<br><br>Standard: Activate Smoke Grenades/Breath of the Night, creating a 20ft. Fog Cloud centered on my location.<br>EDIT: Remembered to make my Concentration check this time for defensive casting. Total of 17 with an action point, good enough for a 2nd level spell, which Fog Cloud is.<br>Move: Retreat 30ft. around a corner and draw Wand of Repair Light Wounds (no AoO provoked, since I have concealment).<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 08:06:20</strong>
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				(He rolled a 27 total on the roll, threatening a critical hit because he's using a longsword.&nbsp; 19 was just the confirmation roll.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 08:15:46</strong>
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				Got it. 19 doesn't confirm, so I'm conscious. :) )
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 23:00:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP (Current 26); AC 19<br><hr><br>Distracted by the fleeing warforged and drow, the warg saw an opportunity to bite me.&nbsp; It's rending teeth gnashed at my hip, but I lifted my arms and swayed my body just in time to avoid being snapped in two.&nbsp; I was frustrated, dear reader;&nbsp; I had read a great deal about the elite agents of the Rekkenmark, and was disappointed to see that they do indeed flee in terror just like anyone else.&nbsp; But not me.&nbsp; I wasn't to go anywhere, no matter how the chips fell.&nbsp; Being outnumbered and backed up by an incompetent retinue of <em>investigators</em> did not even bother me.&nbsp; If I die, I die courageously.&nbsp; I'm not aiming for old age anyways.<br><br>So I stayed in for the fight, laughing in the face of danger:<br><br>&nbsp;"Ya' sorry piece o' carcass, y'dun stand a chance 'gainst me!"&nbsp; My dagger swept beneath the warg's chin, but I knew then that I was going to miss.&nbsp; So I lunged in an effort to make my blow strike true.<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong><br><br>I rolled a 13 (!) on my attack roll, but am expending an action point to add 3 for a total of 16.&nbsp; If successful, I roll an 8 damage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 00:36:41</strong>
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				When the Warg turns and cuts away, Ithi'Ka is infuriated.&nbsp; She nocks another arrow and fires from the shadows, letting it sail after the fleeing mongrel.&nbsp; No way would she allow it to take a piece of her and then simply <i>flee</i>... no, it would pay.&nbsp; She draws another arrow and fires in another smooth motion, the draw and release like an expert craftsman smoothing with a brush, or etching with a chisel-- arc, pull, release-- and the wicked steel-tipped shaft is volleyed like a striking black bolt of lightning.<br><br>To hit: 1d20+11=22, (20 if between 100' and 200', but since i ran 30' and it ran, what 50' lastround? It should be more like 80')<br>Damage: 1d8+1=5<br>To hit (aimed at anything not us left standing and within range): 1d20+9=19 (see above: if over 100', 17, if into melee, 15) <br>Damage: 1d8+1=7
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 01:01:34</strong>
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				Seeing their commanding officers make a hasty retreat, the Rekkenmark soldiers turned tail and withdrew from the grounds of the mission, fleeing in an organized file and using Mark's fog cloud to gain a bit of cover for their escape.&nbsp; Meanwhile, the Ogres all closed in around Garrett, surrounding him quite handily.&nbsp; "Sorry, Anathema."&nbsp; One of the Ogres said softly, beore trying to smash Garrett over the head with the flat of his blade.&nbsp; Garrett soon found himself in the center of a gauntlet of Ogre steel and fists, which suprisingly was about as effective as the clown-constables in a Brelish comedy show.&nbsp; Meanwhile, a couple more of the Ogres began to close the front gate of the mission, trapping Mark, Ith'ica and the Rekkenmark agents out of the area.&nbsp; The crysteel fortified gate rose ten feet from the ground, making its way towards a full 20 foot height.&nbsp; <br><br>Meanwhile, the Warg retreating from Ith'ica gave a pained whine as it fell to the ground, leaking an expanding pool of blood.&nbsp; <br><br>(to retreat around a corner, Mark would have to leave the mission grounds, since the building is circular, and rather short of hiding places.&nbsp; If Mark is still in the mission grounds, he's in full view of the Ogres)<br><br>-Mark makes a tactical retreat.&nbsp; init 24, 18 damage<br>-New Warg attacks Garrett, attack roll 26, attack damage 5.&nbsp; &nbsp;init 22, 22 damage<br>-Back Ogre 1 attacks Garrett nonlethal.&nbsp; Attack roll 18.&nbsp; init 18, 5 damage<br>-Ithi'ka fires arrows at Attack Warg.&nbsp; init 17, 8 damage<br>-Another Ogre 1 attacks Garrett nonlethal.&nbsp; Attack roll 15.&nbsp; init 16, no damage<br>-Side Warg melts.<br>-Garrett attacks New Warg.&nbsp; init 14, no damage<br>-Closer Ogre closes the gate.&nbsp; Attack roll 14.&nbsp; &nbsp;init 12, 6 damage<br>-Closer Ogre 2 closes the gate.&nbsp; init 9, no damage<br>-Attack Warg dies of an arrow overdose<br>-Reinforcement Ogre 1 attacks Garrett nonlethal.&nbsp; Attack roll 13,&nbsp; init 1, no damage<br>-Reinforcement Ogre 2 attacks Garrett nonlethal.&nbsp; Attack roll 17,&nbsp; init 0, no damage
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 01:12:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-4.jpg)</div>HP 22/51, AC21.<br><br>Momentarily safe, Mark taps himself with the wand in his hand, the arcane energies stored there flickering out to repair the dents and nicks in his armored body. Eyes flashing, he activates another of his subsystems, and several more patches of cloth from the remnants of his disguise are consumed in bursts of flame from his feet and back as he jets straight up into the air on short columns of brimstone-smelling fire.<br><br>Standard: Take 10 on UMD (total 21) to Activate Wand of Repair Light Damage, curing 9 HP.<br>30ft. vertical move directly upward.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 04:57:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 36 HP (Current 26); AC 26<br><hr><br>Since it's very probable that the young, brash journalist was to meet his doom very shortly, perhaps it would be best if he concentrated on the battle and not focus on memorizing (or recounting) what was happening.&nbsp; As the ogres charged past him to surround him, he started stabbing out with his dagger in what can best be described as attempting to prick them.&nbsp; Then, he assumed a rather defensive position, taking the incoming blows with a sense of alacrity.<br><br>&nbsp;"Awrgh, yer' fockin' ogres!&nbsp; Wot dar fock d'you do?&nbsp; Shite wit'cher mouths?&nbsp; Gawd all mighty, ah've wreetten stories about sewers, and you've fockers got de' slimiest, dankiest mothar fockin' brets!&nbsp; Bresh yer' fockin' teeth!&nbsp; Light a fockin' match, too, y'no good pieces of garbage!"<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong><br><br>I rolled a 19 (with 7 damage), 11 (with 9 damage) and a 21 (with 7 damage) for possible AOOs.<br><br>He is taking total defense.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 03:30:55</strong>
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				Enraged still, and laughing maniacally as the gates begin to close on their mechanisms, Ithi'Ka darts in an arcing path toward the fence, firing at the attackers that feebly swarm Garrett-- the unintelligible human may have been as crazy as the scorpion's lapdog, but he was certainly putting up one hell of a fight...&nbsp; "Usstan orn elgg dosst ilhars, go'h auflaqui!" she calls as she continues to run at full speed-- if she could just kill anything with more <i>legs</i> than her, she was certain she could outrun the burly taks.&nbsp; Or, at least she gauged as much from their earlier movements... though she's not quite ready to get within a hundred feet of them... <br><br>TRYING to target remaining wargs... unless there's none available.<br>To hit 1: Rolled 5+11=16<br>To hit 2: Rolled 8+9=17<br>Damage 1: Rolled 1+1=2<br>Damage 2: Rolled 5+1=6
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 10:24:49</strong>
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				"Stay up here." Is all Kasumi says before she barreled towards the window, using her running speed and giant size to smash through it feet first.&nbsp; <br>((Kasumi's jump check to reduce 10 feet of falling damage: 30))<br><br>She then tumbles to the ground outside, and keeps running, straight up to and INTO the pack of Ogres.&nbsp; <br><br>((Kasumi's tumble check to reduce the falling damage by 10 more feet: 18, Kasumi's then provokes an AoO or 2 as she tumbles past the ogres, tumble check of 13.))<br><br>She ends, standing nearly on top of Garrett.&nbsp; "Sorry I'm late."<br><br>((Kasumi retains her full AC while running, and Uses her dodge bonus on the first Ogre she passes.&nbsp; Her AC for these AoO's is 31, or 32 in the case of the dodged Ogre.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 02:02:29</strong>
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				I look around from the window above, finding Garrett quickly, but not Ithi.&nbsp; Mark can fly, so he's not a problem.&nbsp; I use the mindlink to consult Kasumi.&nbsp; <em>We need to find Ithi, fast.&nbsp; I won't have much of a window to get her and Garrett up here.&nbsp; Can you see her anywhere, Kasumi?&nbsp; She needs to get close... and I may need you to hold those ogres off.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 03:12:59</strong>
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				Kasumi, in the middle of her run, thinks back. <em>Not likely.&nbsp; Her scores in the stealth drills were always at the top of the regiment.&nbsp; I'll get her with Garrett, send your creature!</em> In elven, Kasumi shouts, "Dark elf, rejoin new noisy friend for quick ascent!" phrasing it like that hoping that even if the Ogres understand Elven, they'll puzzle over her odd wording for long enough, and shouting it like a Battle cry as she tumbles through the ogre group.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 03:25:12</strong>
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				<em>Alright.&nbsp; And you tell Garrett the plan, too; I don't want to broadcast it across the entire battlefield.&nbsp; They'll understand too soon as it is.</em><br><br>With that, I get to work, chanting to open a gateway for a way out, pouring a little bit of myself into the spell to help it stay in this world.<br><br>((I cast Summon Monster III, to call a celestial hippogriff in the air.&nbsp; I also take a point of charisma damage to extend it.&nbsp; 12-round duration.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 03:54:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 36 HP (Current 26); AC 26<br><hr><br>&nbsp;"Bluffin' sasquatches an' blitherin' suckatashes, monkey!&nbsp; Late's not de' right word fer' it!&nbsp; Wot' were you an' de changelin' doin' in dere?&nbsp; Paintin' a pictchur?&nbsp; Here I am, gettin' wailed on by yer' parents, bucket 'ead over dere's laughin' like a coon dat's just run through refuse, an' I dun' know where in der' stinkin' blue hells yer' drowven bitch went, but dese' soldiers o'yers are gangbangin' me in de' ass an' Camp'ell Garrett no likies!&nbsp; Wot' da' fock an' by da' five fockin' nations, ah'm lok a civilian ere an' I'm de only one not punkin'!&nbsp; Not pumpin' de' ego, jus' makin' me understand yer' stinkin' policy on revivin' da' dead.&nbsp; When their alive, yer soldiers are pussies, an' ah'm not even sexist!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 08:25:29</strong>
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				Ithi'Ka continues her sprint tangent to the action, activating the consciousness-linking magic in the stolen ring as she lets fly another arrow.&nbsp; "I hear," she says aloud with a hiss, then lets fly with one more arrow and leaps onto the gate and scurries over.&nbsp; <br><br>Complete movement... action is to leap the gate.&nbsp; The 'shots' are just for drama.&nbsp; Spending an action point to add to the jump...<br>Jump: 7+7=14, 6+14=20<br>Tumble: 19+10=29<br>Move Silently: 9+12=21<br>Just in case one of those wild-ass shots finds a target...<br>To hit 1: 2+11=13<br>Damage 1: 7+1=8 <br>To hit 2: 17+9=26<br>Damage 2: 5+1=6<br><br>"Vulkoor's vith..." she mutters as she looks up at the hippogryph's descent, swinging her bow onto her shoulder once the beast is within a jump's reach.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 12:38:07</strong>
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				As the ogres started trying to pound on Garrett, Kasumi slammed out the window and landed right in the middle of the dogpile, her very presence filling the ogres with shock and disgust as the journalist made his efforts at showing them the business end of his knife.&nbsp; "Vile Anathema!"&nbsp; They screamed, eyes visibly lighting up in a varied glow of colors from their sudden awareness of all the magical and psionic effects on Kasumi.&nbsp; <br><br>"Our honor will be served at seige!"&nbsp; One of the Ogres shouted, as they turned tail and started to run away from Kasumi at top speed, one of the Ogres tripping and falling thanks to an arrow launched by Ithi'ka hitting his calf.&nbsp; Meanwhile, the Wargs seemed to be terrified at the sight of Ithi'ka as well, the two of them bolting for and reaching the open side entrances of the complex.&nbsp; <br><br>The Rekkenmark operatives continued to flee, while not far away, the sound of Karrnathi Knights' mobilization alarms, as well as those for a squadron of undead servants, could be heard.&nbsp; Apparently, the proper authorities had been called in.&nbsp; They'll probobly arrive within 5 minutes, although the gate will slow them down.&nbsp; <br><br>(The retreating Ogres are 20 feet away from the side doors, while one of them is prone and helpless.)&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 13:03:54</strong>
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				((No AoO's as they retreat, hmm?))<br><br>Kasumi, seeing the Orges run, looks after them, puzzled. "How fast they run away.&nbsp; I wonder what frightened them?" <br><br>((Yes, she really's not aware of how cool she is right now))<br><br>Then, seeing the Hypogryph flying in, she shrugs, and points it out to Garrett.&nbsp; "Let's go.&nbsp; There's your ride!"&nbsp; She then turns and runs BACK towards the window at top speed, jumping.&nbsp; As she jumps, she glows as silvery white transparent wings spring from her back.&nbsp; The wings carry her too the window.<br><br>((Half move run, taking 10 on a running jump for 7 feet of height, while summoning her astral construct with the flight power, and wearing it.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 13:28:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 36 HP (Current 26); AC 19<br><hr><br>Garrett's reaction to the ogres fleeing from Kasumi was an incredulous, &nbsp;"Wot' da fock!?&nbsp; Wot' am ah', chupped livah?"<br><br>He growled with disgust as he charged to the gate and jumped/climbed over unto it, crouching low, his knees between his shoulders as he peered up at the hippogriff flying overhead.&nbsp; He found himself across from the drow, and he then shouted:<br><br>&nbsp;"Where da' fock have youu been?&nbsp; Ah've been waist deep in ogre shite dis' entire time an' demon dogs've taken licks at me!&nbsp; Jus' like women, t'ruin me plans an' den leavin' good ole' Garrett in' der' freezin' cold.&nbsp; Wot' of -my- hot stove?&nbsp; I purchased de' coal!"<br><br>Though Garrett wasn't entirely without dexterity, it was skill that coordinated his muscles and allowed him to make the next jump unto the hippogriff.<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong><br>Taking ten to jump (26) and taking ten to climb (26)<br><br>Will jump unto the hippo this or next round (whenever it gets close enough) with a 33.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 13:41:06</strong>
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				(as for why no AoOs were provoked, the Ogres took withdraw actions, and as large creatures themselves, they weren't close enough for Kasumi's reach to be an issue.)<br><br>A whisper came in on Ith'ica's ring, from the Sergeant.&nbsp; "We've retreated to the bakery, and are currently in the process of removing our disguises.&nbsp; We'll come in and protect you from the police investigation as neccesary."&nbsp; He said, while massive contingent light spells began to activate throughout the neighborhood, preparing the way for the assault of the Karrnathi police.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 18:18:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hentaiblog.info/images/doa-kasumi-hentai.jpg)</div>As Kasumi lands back in the room, she turns and motions to Mark to join them, even while saying to Sam, "Heal yourself, and prepare to heal Garrett and Ithi'ka." then makes room for the Hypogryph to arrive.&nbsp; ((If the window isn't big enough, she instead prepares to grab Garrett and Ithi'ka off it's back as they pass, letting them know by a quick shout of, "Grab my hands!" in elvish as they pass.))<br><br>When Mark arrives she says quickly, "Survey the room for powerful magic.&nbsp; The Emerald Flame would not leave such items lying about.&nbsp; And kill only those who resist, we don't have time for random death." <br><br>Thinking <em>I didn't knock all those men out just to watch them be disintegrated... if he's stealing their possesions, he's not disintegrating them first.</em><br><br>Once everyone is in the room, she points to the open stairway up.&nbsp; "It's no longer a surprise, but they won't be expecting all of us quite yet, if we hurry!" saying this as she moves to the stairs up, waiting there until they are all somewhat healed, keeping watch.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 20:54:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-5.jpg)</div>HP 22/51, AC21.<br><br>Mark jets in through the window, contemptuously ignoring the tripped ogre as he flies overhead, and lands with a light thump inside the room. <br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"Did any of those fallen here give indication that they recognized you as someone other than an Emerald Claw assailant? The ogres and wargs are of primitive intelligence, there is no need to purge them to prevent exposure of our identity."</span><br><br>His orange-tinted eyes flicker and glow green as he sweep the room for any signs of magical auras that might indicate enchanted items or other valuables.<br><em>She has forgotten our primary directive. No deaths I have so far inflicted or will inflict are random, especially now that our disguises are effectively ruined. Only those capable of positively identifying us as Karnathi operatives are guaranteed elimination, despite her soft-hearted fleshy desires to spare even them.</em><br><br>OOC:<br>Move inside, activate Detect Magic SLA and begin scanning the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 20:59:47</strong>
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				"Hurry hurry hurry!" I shout down to Garret and Ithi as the hippogriff touches down, hoping to geth them off the ground before anything can intervene.&nbsp; At Mark's question, I speak, distractedly.&nbsp; "I'm not even sure they recognized us as that.&nbsp; We cam in as poor merchants and changed to a few of their number, but nothing blatant."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 21:13:29</strong>
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				The massive wooden room has a number of magical auras on the unconcious monks; mostly various abjurations and transmutations to protect them in combat, along with a few divinations.&nbsp; (all psionic, of course)&nbsp; <br><br><br>From the stairs to the upper floor, a lone man in blue-white robes with intense silver hair and golden eyes steps forward, his hair flowing like an intricate tapestry over the traidional crown of a Riedran noble.&nbsp; He's instantly recognizable as the Riedran ambassador, and his every move has a confident smirk written all over it.&nbsp; The ambassador is followed closely by a young boy, fair of skin and kind in appearance, with black hair.&nbsp; Your target, Marc III.&nbsp; "Were you looking for this?"&nbsp; The ambassador asked, his body glowing with psychometabolic energy to those with magic sight.&nbsp; The boy didn't seem particularly frightened, although he followed the ambassador quite closely, his eyes downcast and arms wrapped defensively around his body.<br><br>Though he was but a man, the ambassador is a member of the storied senior castes of the Inspired, and has diplomatic immunity to boot.&nbsp; Clearly, force might not be the most advisable course of action.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 21:20:21</strong>
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				Kasumi snaps out impatiently.&nbsp; "Yes.&nbsp; Give us the boy, and we will leave now.&nbsp; He will fetch a great randsom from his father.&nbsp; The Emerald Claw need not be your foe."<br><br>She's thinking. <em>Careful, Sam!&nbsp; He's confident coming himself.&nbsp; We flee out the window if we can get the boy.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 00:53:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 36 HP (Current 26); AC 19<br><hr><br>To be honest, the monk was beginning to get on my nerves.&nbsp; This electrical elemental-driven train didn't need the conductor to hurry along, and I was feeling rushed.&nbsp; I gritted my teeth as I hopped off of the horse, and then retained all of my civility when I said, &nbsp;"What gives, y'bleedin' whore!&nbsp; Quit pushin' us 'round.&nbsp; Ah' can't fockin' imagine gettin' off a horse any quicker!"<br><br>I had to correct myself.<br><br>&nbsp;"Pardon.&nbsp; <em>Hippogriff.</em>&nbsp; Can't imagine gettin' off a hippogriff any quicker."<br><br>I folded my arms, grumbling at Kasumi and Sam's incessant impertinence when Mark arrived.&nbsp; I turned to look at the warforged, and I lowered my arms at my sides and pointed at him.<br><br>&nbsp;"Wot gives?!&nbsp; Ah' thought we had 'em on the ropes, then you fockin' jus' left?&nbsp; Wot' orr you?&nbsp; A chicken?!"&nbsp; I harangued him with my well-known chicken impersonation.<br><br>Arrested Development Chicken Dance - GOB (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNkap169RQo#)<br><br>But then, the Rierdan ambassador arrived and I couldn't help but laugh triumphantly.<br><br>&nbsp;"Mister Ambassador," I said, flinging my costume off magnificently and revealing myself to be me.&nbsp; I then retrieved my spellbook from my pouch, and opened it up to my last empty page.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Camp'ell Garrett frem' de' Korrenberg Press.&nbsp; S'it true dat yer' holdin' Karrnathi's 'gainst deir' will?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 02:08:34</strong>
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				I wince at Garret's indiscretion, and that painful accent, but I say nothing.&nbsp; Some of the band looks injured, but there isn't much I can do about it just yet.<br><br><em>That fool,</em> I think, loud enough for Kasumi to hear.&nbsp; Only once I've already projected to I remember the link.&nbsp; <em>I could... 'disable' the ambassador without hurting him, I think.&nbsp; Maybe I should just do it now, before Garrett spews the entire mission?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 02:21:01</strong>
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				Mark looks back at Kasumi.<br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"He is actively jeopardizing mission security, threatening to shatter our protective <em>smoke screen</em>. May I kill him now, before he would <em>grab away </em> any chance of successsfully meeting <em>our objective </em> that we have?"</span><br><br>It was the best he could do in terms of communicating a secret message - his non-violent interaction skills were unfortunately limited. It was also the best plan he could come up with that didn't involve killing the ambassador, as much as he would prefer that route.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 02:58:34</strong>
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				(dismount tumble: rolled 13+10=23)<br><em>&lt;MODE=QUICK CATCH-UP&gt;</em> Dismounting with predatory grace, wincing slightly but, otherwise, hiding her pain exceptionally well, Ithi'Ka rolls to the wood floor and unslings her bow from her shoulder.&nbsp; She's nocked a fresh arrow-- her quiver considerably less bristly by now-- as she begins edging her way toward a wall, not liking the open-- she freezes for a moment at the onslaught of Garrett's insults, staring him in the face and looking him from head to toe with glinting silver eyes.&nbsp; She seems baffled by his words, perhaps out of the accent barrier to his strange lilting common, or perhaps out of genuine confusion... then, she looks as if she wants to spit, flipping the arrow between her fingertips as some pass a coin-- but very, very quickly.&nbsp; <br><br>Without warning, she then erupts laughing, the sound girlish, but slightly maniacal.&nbsp; She looks to Kasumi, Mark, and Sam in turn, her white teeth gleaming from a strangely pretty mouth as she titters softly to a hush.&nbsp; "I am sorry, he is just like the howler monkeys they sell at Stormreach."&nbsp; She winks at Sam and Kasumi.&nbsp; "Thank you for the quick ride to top."&nbsp; Se seems even to regard the homicidal warforged with a measure of respect, and as if no ill words have passed, grins broadly at Garrett before spinning on her heel and heading for the wall to peek, back flush to the stone.&nbsp; <em>&lt;/END QUICK CATCH-UP MODE&gt;</em><br><br>All mirth has long since died in her eyes when the Ambassador enters.&nbsp; She gauges the safety of skirting out a window, along the rim, and into another.&nbsp; She reads the floor for weak boards, the ceiling for low beams.&nbsp; Anything to get an edge-- &nbsp;<i>ANYTHING?</i>-- before slipping a small flask from a pouch near her hip.&nbsp; She drinks it quickly when Garrett speaks. <i>potion: light healing</i>&nbsp; She then hisses with laughter.&nbsp; "You see?&nbsp; The Emerald Claw has no fear of... retribution."&nbsp; She tosses the emptied vial over her shoulder and out the window.&nbsp; "We want whole city to see you... fumble."&nbsp; She keeps her bow readied, but pointed down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 03:05:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 36 HP (Current 26); AC 19<br><hr><br>&nbsp;"Ah' resent that!" I muttered as I jotted a few notes into my spellbook.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Mista' Ambassador, ah'm obligated bah' law t'explain t'you dat' de' Korrenberg is an unbiased source fer' news in all o' Eberron.&nbsp; So!&nbsp; Holdin' children 'gainst deir' wills?&nbsp; Don't look too good, Mista' Ambassador."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 03:35:59</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2560826#msg2560826">Quote from: Ixy on 18-12-2009, 02:58:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>All mirth has long since died in her eyes when the Ambassador enters.&nbsp; She gauges the safety of skirting out a window, along the rim, and into another.&nbsp; She reads the floor for weak boards, the ceiling for low beams.&nbsp; Anything to get an edge-- &nbsp;<i>ANYTHING?</i>-- <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>There aren't any obvious features of the room to get an advantage, aside from the slats in the floor where pretty much an entire dojo retracts and pops up.&nbsp; However, make your choice of a spot or search check to find more fun in the room.<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2559741#msg2559741">Quote from: Tagan on 17-12-2009, 21:20:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kasumi snaps out impatiently.&nbsp; "Yes.&nbsp; Give us the boy, and we will leave now.&nbsp; He will fetch a great randsom from his father.&nbsp; The Emerald Flame need not be your foe."<br><br>She's thinking. <em>Careful, Sam!&nbsp; He's confident coming himself.&nbsp; We flee out the window if we can get the boy.</em><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The Ambassador stepped calmly into the center of the room, palms extended outwards in a gesture of peace.&nbsp; If the situation had been an opera, the chorus would be going crazy singing his dark theme.&nbsp; In fact, a faint tinge of a dark villain's theme could almost be heard, perhaps hummed by Garrett.&nbsp; "I thought you might say that."&nbsp; The Ambassador said, as another stairway up slid open.&nbsp; A smartly black suited violet haired inspired stepped down, holding a leash.&nbsp; As he stepped into the room, it became apparent that there was a beautiful young woman on the leash, her full breasts bouncing a bit as she crawled down the stairs on all fours, tongue hanging out of her mouth while the twin trails of black hair from the sides of her head swayed back and forth.&nbsp; <br><br>"Although you can't seem to pronounce the name of your own organization correctly, the Order of the Emerald Claw really does have a fascinating similarity in beleif structure to ourselves.&nbsp; Specifically, they are entirely opposite to our own spiritual ideals, yet in the demands they make of the worshipper, they're shockingly similar."&nbsp; The Ambassador monologued, lazily levitating the wine that the immaculate monk he fought had tried to share with Kasumi.&nbsp; "It really is a good vintage.&nbsp; Terribly bad karma to waste it."&nbsp; The Inspired commented, while his compatriot walked towards the center of the room with the leashed woman.&nbsp; Meanwhile, Marc stayed at the top of the stairs, eying the proceedings warily.<br><br>"This woman is Adrianna Ir'Wynarn, second cousin twice removed of Aurala, and 14th in line to the crown of Aundair.&nbsp; She'll command a far heftier sum for ransom than a petty judge's son ever could, as well as having the ransom come from Aundiar."&nbsp; The Ambassador said, taking a measured gulp from his wine glass.&nbsp; "As for her current state, she's currently participating in a form of ritual meditation designed to help her understand the cycle of reincarnation and recover past life memories.&nbsp; For the next three weeks, she'll have the mind of a dog, and it'll be a simple matter to disguise her as such magically."&nbsp; The Ambassador to Karrnath said, giving Adrianna a breif stroke between the ears before turning back to the conversation at hand.&nbsp; "So, it's a simple deal.&nbsp; I give you Adrianna, and you promise to get out of here without killing anybody else.&nbsp; You'll get your ransom, and I'm sure Garrett can make us look QUITE foolish, but without having to suggest that we were doing anything illegal."&nbsp; The Ambassador noted, smiling broadly as the Inspired holding the leash offered it to the intruders.&nbsp; <br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2560399#msg2560399">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 18-12-2009, 00:53:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>But then, the Rierdan ambassador arrived and I couldn't help but laugh triumphantly.<br><br>&nbsp;"Mister Ambassador," I said, flinging my costume off magnificently and revealing myself to be me.&nbsp; I then retrieved my spellbook from my pouch, and opened it up to my last empty page.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Camp'ell Garrett frem' de' Korrenberg Press.&nbsp; S'it true dat yer' holdin' Karrnathi's 'gainst deir' will?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>[Sometime before or during the preceding monologue]&nbsp; The Ambassador smiled at the sight of Garrett.&nbsp; "Ah yes, I recognize you, you're the one who writes such humorous articles about the incompetence of the Karrnathi military!"&nbsp; The Inspired said, eyes brightening as he almost surged forward to shake Garrett's hand.&nbsp; "As for your question, everyone in this building is here of their own free will.&nbsp; Even that dog girl over there.&nbsp; All of them will tell you this, even those you dispel the magical effects of in a zone of truth.&nbsp; ...Which I have taken the liberty of activating in the area."&nbsp; The Ambassador said, gesturing to call attention to a 30 foot radius green circle in the center of the room.&nbsp; Everything the Ambassador had said, he said within the circle.&nbsp; "Now, I do wish you luck in not being killed by Karrnathi patriots after revealing your identity."&nbsp; The Ambassador intoned darkly, giving Garrett a little wink.&nbsp; "Do you have any more questions?&nbsp; I really do hope that you can include me in an article!"&nbsp; The Ambassador said enthusiastically, levitating a glass of wine over to Garrett.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 04:06:41</strong>
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				Kasumi leaps forward suddenly, and places a hand on Marc IV's shoulder.&nbsp; "No deal, and no exchange.&nbsp; This is the man we came for, and now that you've brought him, we're leaving.&nbsp; I hope the rest of your day goes well... please don't try to resist us.&nbsp; I don't want to kill anyone else."&nbsp; She then pulls Marc IVth to her, and heads for the window, unless the Ambasador or his dog tries to stop her. She thinks to Sam. <em>Hurry, take our target, get on your Hippogryph and get over the wall.&nbsp; The rest of us will make our own way out.</em><br><br>((Do I need to make an attack roll and grapple checks, or does Marc the IV not resist Kasumi?))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 04:14:48</strong>
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				Mark's body hatches slide open, though he does not fire off his barrage of grenades just yet. Instead, he moves up to position himself close to the ambassador and the boy, ready to produce a concealing screen to cover their retreat if the ambassador interferes with the 'kidnapping'.<br><br><br><br>(OOC: Moving into position and readying an action to fire off my <del>Breath of the Night</del>Smoke Grenades (20-ft Fog Cloud) if Kasumi gets her hands on the boy and someone tries to get in her way.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 04:32:22</strong>
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				As Kasumi seized Marc, the young man began to kick and scream.&nbsp; "Stop!&nbsp; I don't want to go!"&nbsp; He yelled, trying to bite Kasumi.&nbsp; The Ambassador yanked the hostage into the air with telekinetic force, pulling him back up to the stairs.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ah, good.&nbsp; That confirms that you're not actually agents of the Emerald Claw.&nbsp; If you were, you would have taken my offer, or at least attempted to get out with two hostages for ransom instead of just one.&nbsp; I don't need to tell you how much easier that makes my life."&nbsp; The ambassador said, positioning himself between Marc and the assailants.&nbsp; "The question then, is who you are.&nbsp; I'm inclined to say... Karrnathi war dogs, trying to interfere with the legitimate action of my government."&nbsp; The Ambassador deduced, gently levitating himself into the air.&nbsp; <br><br>"In which case... you can't attack me!"&nbsp; The Ambassador said with a laugh, dismissing his henchman and the dog to head up to the upper floors.&nbsp; "So then, what exactly makes young Marc so important?&nbsp; It's not like he can even succeed in this country.&nbsp; He's a natural psychic in a nation with no psychic traditions.&nbsp; &nbsp; If he gets raised as a soldier or a judge, he'll end up living a life of mediocrity and discontent."&nbsp; The Ambassador told the group, finishing off his wine and levitating it into a hole in the floor.&nbsp; "I cannot, in good concience allow you to take him."&nbsp; The Ambassador concluded, his magical aura flaring menacingly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 04:38:47</strong>
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				"Ah... the hard way." <em>Now Sam, your spell.</em><br><br>Kasumi, her main target being moved and handily held imobile telekinetically, the ambasador having figured them out, charges the Ambasador to Grapple.&nbsp; As she does, she says, "Take the boy." Inside she is already regreting the necessity of the Ambasador's death.<br><br>((Touch attack 26, Grapple 30, Pin 29... Unless I am badly mistaken, Kasumi pins the Ambasador's mouth, and grapples him successfully.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 04:49:44</strong>
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				<em>I have another spell.&nbsp; I need to calm the boy.&nbsp; Tend to the ambassador.</em>&nbsp; With no time for more diplomatic methods, I utter a brief prayer and go after the boy's mind directly.&nbsp; "Come with me, it's not safe here," I say after enchanting his mind into a more compliant state, ready to take him with me on griffin-back as soon as he complies.<br><br>((I use Domain Spontaneity, spending a turn attempt to convert Divine Insight to Suggestion and cast it on the boy.&nbsp; DC18 negates.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 04:51:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 36 HP (Current 26); AC 19<br><hr><br>This was exciting!&nbsp; This was dramatic!&nbsp; There was really only one more thing that would make this situation reach its fever pitch.&nbsp; And the intrepid, dashing, amazing, handsome, charming, esoteric and worldly journalist was just the fellow to do it.&nbsp; But first, he gleefully swirled away at his notes, tongue half out like a thirsty dog, yearning for more information.&nbsp; He was capturing the words, the essence of the ambassador, the fear of the child.&nbsp; It was all so perfect!&nbsp; Then, as was his want, he went into great detail as to how the dog's breasts swayed, but failed utterly to remark upon the beauty of the woman.&nbsp; Who cares about that stuff?&nbsp; Nobody.&nbsp; Certainly not him.<br><br>When the ambassador came down, Garrett smiled brightly and shook his hand.&nbsp; Then, because Garrett is of a naturally suspicious character, he attempted to pick his pocket without being seen, whilst commenting:&nbsp; &nbsp;"Why, terribly glad t'meet a fan!&nbsp; Yes, yes, utterly fallible dese' cornholes are."<br><br>Then, even if he was detected, he'd take a swig of the wine and obnoxiously gasp with pleasure.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Fine port!&nbsp; Ah' lak it!"<br><br>He was still drinking wine when the battle ensued.<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong><br><br>I rolled a 14 on the sleight of hand.&nbsp; Urgh!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 05:23:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2561168#msg2561168">Quote from: Tagan on 18-12-2009, 04:38:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ah... the hard way." <em>Now Sam, your spell.</em><br><br>Kasumi, her main target being moved and handily held imobile telekinetically, the ambasador having figured them out, charges the Ambasador to Grapple.&nbsp; As she does, she says, "Take the boy." Inside she is already regreting the necessity of the Ambasador's death.<br><br>((Touch attack 26, Grapple 30, Pin 29... Unless I am badly mistaken, Kasumi pins the Ambasador's mouth, and grapples him successfully.))<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>A psychokinetic wave of force exploded outward from the ambassador, and he flew out of Kasumi's grasp, levitating up into the air.&nbsp; "Really... is that the best you can do?"&nbsp; The ambassador asked, as the floor below him exploded into a cloud of splintered planks which began to orbit the floating psion, revealing a small arsenal of weaponry hidden below the floor.&nbsp; <br><br>Meanwhile, Marc calmly began to walk towards Katina, as if in a dreamlike daze.&nbsp; He made it 30 feet of the 50 feet he was away from the Hippogriff before getting pulled up in the Ambassador's telekinetic wake, becoming part of his shield.&nbsp; <br><br>(the Ambassador now has cover against attacks, and missed attacks against him have a 10% chance of hitting Marc.)&nbsp; <br><br>Meanwhile, the Inspired and the dog simply ran as quickly as they could from the room, hoping desperately to avoid the wrath of a senior caste Exalt.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 05:30:06</strong>
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				My eyes go wide at the sight, but this is no time to delay.&nbsp; <em>I can dispel.</em>&nbsp; I point at the ambassador and utter a single word, attempting to purge him of this new spell, hopefully before time runs out on the griffin.<br><br>((I cast a targeted Dispel Magic on the ambassador, with a +6 modifier.&nbsp; Modified results are as follows: 20, 14, 19, 7, 11, 17, 10, 22, 8.&nbsp; That should be enough.&nbsp; If not, feel free to roll more on my behalf.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 05:32:33</strong>
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				((The spell auto frees from pin??&nbsp; It didn't seem like Freedom of Movement that he cast.&nbsp; In fact it seems like several spell effects at once... multipule contingency spells?&nbsp; Isn't only one contingency allowed?&nbsp; I wish I knew what the heck that was.))<br><br>Kasumi thinks to Sam. <em>I did say to cast at the ambasador.</em><br><br>She says to Mark. "Kill him." <br><br>((obviously I can't decide what to do next until Sam's dispel is adjudicated))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 05:36:07</strong>
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				PREVIOUS ROUND:<br><br>Pragmatically and practically, The Killer Robot levels his energy cannon at the Ambassador, waiting for a shot as soon as Kasumi is clear. The Ambassador's break-away triggers this, and he blasts the man with a point-blank shot.<br><br>Readied action that gets tripped when he's not grappling.<br>25 vs. his touch AC, for 6 damage. My initiative count drops to 9.<br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------<br>THIS ROUND<br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"Order accepted. I will attempt to comply."</span><br><br>Weaving to try and score a proper shot around their target, TKR looses another blast of disintegrating energy at the Ambassador.<br><br>he takes 3 more automatic damage.<br>25 vs. his touch AC after burning an action point. Another 4 damage.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 05:38:50</strong>
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				((The spell auto frees from pin??&nbsp; It didn't seem like Freedom of Movement that he cast.&nbsp; In fact it seems like several spell effects at once... multipule contingency spells?&nbsp; Isn't only one contingency allowed?&nbsp; I wish I knew what the heck that was.))<br><br>(Actually, you didn't hit his godly high buffed touch AC.&nbsp; On his action, he simply uses his active fly spell to go into the air, and casts Telekinetic Power to rip up the floor and give himself cover)<br><br>Mark's attack gets deflected by the sheer force of the Ambassador's Ego.<br><br>Sam's Dispel took a slight bite out of the Ambassador's auras, dispelling two effects.&nbsp; <br><br>-Kasumi<br>-Ith'ika<br>-Sam<br>-Garrett&nbsp; &nbsp; 10 damage<br>-Mark&nbsp; &nbsp; 39 damage<br>-Ambassador&nbsp; no damage<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 05:41:07</strong>
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				Kasumi's AoO on the Ambassador misses.&nbsp; ((His TOUCH AC is higher than 26?!&nbsp; Ok, Unless Sam's dispel is effective, we are officially toast.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 05:44:20</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"Eliminate our objective from the line of fire. I cannot damage him currently without risking critical collateral damage to our objective."</span><br><br>When Kasumi complies, dodging in and dragging Marc IV out of the way, TKR steps forward and hoses the Ambassador's immediate vicinity with his indiscriminate barrage of pulse fire, overloading the Inspired's Ego-fueled shields by sheer volume and area coverage to pelt both the man and the hunks of rubble making up his shield with disintegrating blasts.<br><br><br>OOC:<br>Cone attack over the Ambassador, doing 10 immediate acid damage (Reflex DC17 for half), and 9 delayed acid damage when my next turn rolls around.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 06:00:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 36 HP (Current 26); AC 19<br><hr><br>So, Garrett really didn't see the point of the battle.&nbsp; He quietly cursed the monkery (because of the lack of chairs), and then, took sort of a stroll away from the battle.&nbsp; It was a bit too much, really.&nbsp; The battle, I mean.&nbsp; Garrett's readers weren't going to like it because there was a bit too much of the fantasy stuff in it.&nbsp; The stuff that makes a person reflect and conclude the following: "Nah."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 18:46:51</strong>
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				Kasumi dives upward through the mess of debris, and grabs Marc the IVth out of the whirlwind. <br>((Roll Result: Tagan rolled: 1d20, adding 10to the total<br>Comment: Kasumis reflex<br>Result: 12, <br>Total: 22))<br><br>She then places him on Griffin Back, thinking <em>Hit the Ambasador with your special, and then get out of here with our target!</em><br><br>Kasumi looks at Garrett pleadingly. "Please, can't you help?&nbsp; Maybe follow the intended upstairs?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 23:16:34</strong>
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				In the moments before room erupts into blasts of arcane and psionic death, Ithi'Ka's small nose wrinkles in disgust at the dog-girl's pathetic display of supplication.&nbsp; She stifles a groan at their execution of her bluff, unsurprised as it crumbles like burned paper when presented to a semi-competent enemy... but this one's radiating confidence, arrogance, deadly poise?&nbsp; No, no, this one will have to be dealth with.&nbsp; But if it's to be kept quiet-- her silver eyes flash with fury as the Devout and his brainwashed, retarded fuck-toy scurry for the door.&nbsp; <i>No,</i> she thinks as she slinks after them,  they can't escape...<br><br>She skirts the edge of the room and pursues them, her feet soundless on the dark wood of the stairs, edging up them at a crouch like a cat slinking away without taking its eyes from an approaching sniffer-dog.&nbsp; She hears the confrontation and the order to kill, receiving it with no surprise.&nbsp; She knew with the certainty that one expects thunder after lightning that it would follow, so she sets herself to the grim task of slaughtering the witness. She teases the arrowhead of the nocked shaft in her hands as if willing the keen, expertly-honed edge sharper.&nbsp; Of course, she wants to do it this time... she can't contain her revulsion at his smug, sancimonious parading of the brainwashed, sexually-objectified 'dog'.&nbsp; Even if it's a pathetic human girl, nothing should be reduced of its mind to something so inferior... to be made primal and predatory in simplicity and independence is, perhaps, a blessing to some... but a lolling, pathetic beast of whimpers, something that begs for affection and slinks apologetically when kicked away?<br><br>She hears the floor erupt in the room below her as the floor erupts into splinters... now she has more reason to be upstairs.&nbsp; Her preternatural vision sees every detail in the darkness upstairs, and when she's close enough to be certain, she visualizes the arrow's path.&nbsp; She sees it in her mind traveling in a smooth flash of deadly black through the air, then feels in her mind the shock of impact, the odd sensation of a punch of some force mixed with the deep-body severing of sinews that means something is deadly, deadly wrong-- she can practically feel what he will feel, the triangular bit of steel splitting the jutting bones of the spine and severing the rope of nerves within the bone shaft, just between his shoulderblades.&nbsp; <br><br>Then, it's time to act, not visualize.&nbsp; She lets the arrow fly-- at this distance, the massive force of the heavy, enchanted longbow is brutally unnecessary, but with her mastery?&nbsp; It's simply artful.&nbsp; And without even thinking, she fires again.<br><br>Trying to sneak attack point-blank, then rapidshot follow-up.&nbsp; To hit: 15+12=27.&nbsp; Damage: 7+2=9.&nbsp; If sneak: 2d6=7, total 16.&nbsp; Follow-up: 11+10=21.&nbsp; Damage: 3+2=5.&nbsp; Would total 21 damage if everything comes together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 05:10:04</strong>
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				<em>Alright... I hope he appreciates it.</em><br><br>I draw on one more spell, one of my least family-friendly and most effective.&nbsp; A parting gift for our host, before I get on the hippogriff to fly away.&nbsp; "Hold on tight," I tell the boy, praying we can get far enough away.&nbsp; I don't look back; my friends are the best there are, and they can handle the situation.&nbsp; My job is to take care of our mark, Marc.<br><br>((I use Domain Spontaneity to burn Mass Lesser Vigor and a turn attempt to cast Orgasmic Vibrations on the ambassador.&nbsp; DC19 will save or be dazed for six rounds and have the screaming orgasm while being vaporized.&nbsp; On a successful save, it's still very distracting and he has to make a Concentration check [DC 20+spell level] to cast.&nbsp; Or, in this case, manifest.&nbsp; And then, I get on the hippogriff and fly away.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 06:22:55</strong>
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				Ith'ika's arrow struck the dog girl's handler and he went down, bleeding badly from a wound, but visibly still concious.&nbsp; The dog girl yelped and dashed up to the third floor.&nbsp; The third floor of the building was made of well polished wood, with marble floors in several colors.&nbsp; Large, gold gilded doors loomed out every 50 feet or so, as the area transitioned into a network of corridors.&nbsp; The area was strangely empty, and lit by luminous crystals.<br><br><br>Meanwhile, the ambassador closed his eyes, while the crystals all throughout the building dimmed and went dark.&nbsp; For those with mystical senses, four currents of energy began to flow through the body, while a telepathic voice rang out through the complex.&nbsp; "All monolith power diverted to the keystone holder.&nbsp; Standby; power surges in 10 seconds."&nbsp; The voice said, while the Ambassador's body visibly crackled with energy, and his eyes began to glow a bright violet.&nbsp; The ambassador picked up the weapons below him, surrounding himself in a veritable storm of swords, spears, and cruelly barbed whips, as well as a couple of spiked chains and maces.&nbsp; Meanwhile, six spears exploded from the floor near the open window, embedding their points into the windowframe and barring exit, while purple energy fortified each of the intact windows.&nbsp; "You were unwise to attack me, and you'll soon all be my pets."&nbsp; The Ambassador said without a hint of emotion, his palms extended outwards.<br><br>Mark's wide angle disintegration beam lanced into the ambassador, disintegrating all of the planks orbiting him and smiting him like the enemy of a God who won't just die from a lightning bolt.&nbsp; The acid singed the Ambassador's clothes and cut into his skin, yet he seemed unconerned with the pain.&nbsp; A moment later,&nbsp; &nbsp;Sam's spell afflicted the Ambassador, and he began to laugh maniacally.&nbsp; "If only I could show you...&nbsp; If only I could SHOW YOU!!"&nbsp; He screamed, his concentration on his powers not seeming affected one bit.&nbsp; "When I've captured you, you'll be the first to experience orgasms so intense they'll drive you <strong>MAD</strong>!"&nbsp; He screamed, violet waves of energy cracking between the levitated objects, while a sticky wave of ectoplasm exploded from his body, in time with the entire complex shaking.&nbsp; <br><br><br>-Kasumi<br>-Ith'ika<br>-Sam<br>-Garrett&nbsp; &nbsp; 10 damage<br>-Mark&nbsp; &nbsp; 31 damage<br>-Ambassador&nbsp; 10 damage, +9 top of order.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 07:10:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-5.jpg)</div>HP 22/51, AC21.<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"That seems unlikely, considering your impending termination of function."</span><br><br>The Killer Robot gave no hint of reaction to the building's apparent self-destruction in progress, methodically continuing to drench the Ambassador and his new shield of animated weaponry. Internally, his danger protocols were rapidly ascending to critical levels, but his imperative to complete the assigned mission was still dominant.<br><br><br><br>OOC: More beam spam. 8 immediate damage (Reflex 17 half) to everything and everyone in the cone, 7 additional damage at the top of next round. (Don't forget acid ignores hardness of objects for damage).<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 14:00:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 36 HP (Current 26); AC 19<br><hr><br>True believer, do not mesmerize yourself with the thought that good ole' Garrett Campbell would in any way compromise the mission through inactivity.&nbsp; It was not his forte.&nbsp; Indeed, he was moving himself into position, and his bluff must have been so well-acted that even the telepath, Kasumi, thought that he was deserting them.&nbsp; The thought had, of course, come into his mind.&nbsp; You see, Garrett Campbell didn't quite like this group of adventurers, with the exception of course of the warforged.&nbsp; Mark gave good quotes.<br><br>Garrett grinned at Kasumi, his body transfusing with magic, and a curtain of white light dropped from his head all the way to his toes, revealing the boy, Mark IV.&nbsp; Then, in a perfect, sonorous and well-defined fantasy accent, he said eloquently:&nbsp; &nbsp;"I am on it."&nbsp; With a wink, Garrett rushed up the stairs after the Aurala's cousin, mimicking the child's taciturn disposition.<br><br><strong>OOC</strong><br><br>I cast disguise self and become the child.&nbsp; My character has a +12 bonus to disguise currently, but a +14 to pretend to act like the child (which is not very difficult for Garrett, since he always acts like a child).&nbsp; <br><br>Question:&nbsp; Would it be possible to do a retroactive reverse pick pocket?&nbsp; I would like to have given Ithi'ka the wand of dispel during our ride to the palace, but have her just realize that he did so.&nbsp; If allowed, my roll would have been a 29.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 16:18:45</strong>
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				Kasumi watched Sam, saw him mount the Hypogryph, and start to escape with a feeling of relief.&nbsp; She then watched the mad godlike man trap all of them inside a moment before Sam could fly the creature away.&nbsp; Sadness filled her.&nbsp; She weighed her chances of leaping through that mass of metal to grab and pummel the man, but knew in her bones that her last attempt had been near the pinacle of her skill, and now it would be much more difficult.&nbsp; She looked at Mark, the Droid might be vindictive at times, but she admired it's courage.&nbsp; <em>And now he's our only hope.&nbsp; You heal me, and I'll heal him.</em> With that thought, she stepped up in between the Ambasador and Mark, not blocking his weapon arm, but otherwise providing cover for the Droid.&nbsp; Placing her hands on Mark's burnished and bent chest, she willed his pain, the pain of the life she knew rode within this mockery of man, she willed that pain to her.&nbsp; In moments, the crumpled chest panels were moving outward, Kasumi's ribs groaning, some cracking from the transfer. Sweat on her brow the only sign of pain she shows, she says,&nbsp; "I believe in you, Mark.&nbsp; You have a soul.&nbsp; Just like the rest of us."<br><br>((Using Empathic Transfer, and adding a point to it for 4d10 healing, getting a 26 total, taking 13 herself. Also providing cover from what she feels will be a huge area effect attack. Oh, if Sam has failed to escape... it's his turn before the Ambasador.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 01:15:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://imgur.com/TMr3H.jpg)</div>The handler's fall might as well have been a slip and tumble, what with the abruptness of his fall, but the primal, naked terror of his ward's flight betrays the gravity of it.&nbsp; He has time to breathe raggedly and stare as the dark, lean shape of the drow glides soundlessly to claim him.&nbsp; Her long knife is out in a flash, dangling from her hand like a foot-long claw waiting idly for a vein to seek, and she straddles his chest and crouches upon his stomach, silver eyes in her ashy face blazing when the lights flare, the disappear again as the lights go dim.&nbsp; <br><br>"How is he stopped?" Ithi'Ka murmurs, her voice strangely calm over his panting breaths as the prone handler's blood begins to seep out from below his body in a weeping circle.&nbsp; She needs her answer, and she lacks the time for begging, for interrogating, or any other luxury.&nbsp; Without a taste for the extraction of truth through pain, she will still practice it because, for now, it is necessary.<br><br>"Telanth..."&nbsp; She grips the shaft of an arrow jutting from his body and begins to gently turn it in her hand.&nbsp; "How cut off his power?&nbsp; How stop the crystals..?"&nbsp; with the cold, mechanical effort and care one might use to twist up a dandelion's root without breaking it, she begins to twist the arrow embedded in the handler's body.<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2564950#msg2564950">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 19-12-2009, 14:00:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Question:&nbsp; Would it be possible to do a retroactive reverse pick pocket?&nbsp; I would like to have given Ithi'ka the wand of dispel during our ride to the palace, but have her just realize that he did so.&nbsp; If allowed, my roll would have been a 29<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Just let me know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 03:18:54</strong>
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				<em>This is bad.</em>&nbsp; I direct the hippogriff to defend Marc with its body, a living shield, as I step forward.<br><br>We need to attack from every angle possible, I take a deep breath and draw a staff from my belt.&nbsp; Normally, I despise inflicting harm myself, but now, I have no choice.&nbsp; Mark might not be able to handle this on his own, and his powers seem to deflect Kasumi's blows with ease.&nbsp; I point my rod at the ambassador and dig deep as a horrendous shriek shakes the room, centered around the ambassador.<br><br>((I direct the hippogriff to give Marc cover, draw my metamagic rod as a move action, blow two action points and use Spontaneous Casting to convert Curse of Ill Fortune to Maximized Sound Burst.&nbsp; 8 sonic damage, period, to the ambassador and all the surrounding objects, ignoring hardness, with a DC18 fortitude save against one-round stun.&nbsp; Mind that the stun effect denies Dex to AC, imposes an extra -2 AC penalty, and automatically makes the victim drop anything they may be holding, on top of denying actions.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 15:47:12</strong>
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				Sam's sonic attack stunned the ambassador, while Mark's disintegration beams pitted and rusted his weaponry barrier, causing the ambassador to simply writhe in pain and confusion, floating in the air.&nbsp; A moment later, a number of paper screens came up from the floor, blocking off sight of the ambassador in the shadowy illumination, and turning the room back into a maze.<br><br>Up above, the Inspired Ith'ika held hostage began to smile and laugh.&nbsp; "Suck on a donkey's balls and die."&nbsp; He said simply, generating a bolt of pyschic energy from his palm.&nbsp; "Goodbye."&nbsp; He said with complete calm as he plunged his blade towards Ith'ika's flanks, taking her fatal blow at the exact same time.&nbsp; (the handler is coup de graced regardless of the result of his attack.&nbsp; Ith'ika is subject to an attack with an attack roll of 13.&nbsp; On the off chance it hits, it deals 24 points of damage.)<br><br>Garrett found himself at the top of the stairs, where the Inspired agent had already finished impaling himself on Ith'ika's blade, and Aurala's cousin had dashed off yipping into the darkness, her leash gently trailing off.&nbsp; (attack roll against AC 17 to grab the leash with a speed of at least 30 feet)<br><br>-Kasumi heals Mark with the power of friendship.&nbsp; 13 damage<br>-Ith'ika threatens the handler and finds a dispel wand in her pocket.&nbsp; no damage<br>-Sam stunz0rs da boss.&nbsp; no damage<br>-Garrett sneaks upstairs.&nbsp; 10 damage<br>-Mark fires more disintegration beams.&nbsp; &nbsp;3 damage<br>-Ambassador drools in his sad stunned state 31 damage +7 top of order
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 16:39:02</strong>
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				Kasumi moves straight towards the Ambasador's position through the paper walls, and when she reaches him, attempts to grab him and squeeze!<br><br>((Ok... 28 touch attack, 28 Grapple check, 15 Damage, unless the Ambasador beats the grapple check, sadly rolled a 13 to confirm the crit.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 17:03:18</strong>
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				Your grapple didn't go through, since the paper screen granted the Ambassador improved cover against your attack.&nbsp; I'll rule that the paper screen is gone now though, so Mark can trace a line of effect to you.&nbsp; (although he'll hit you if he deploys a wide angle disintegration beam)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 17:13:34</strong>
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				Kasumi, stunned at missing the stunned, orgasimic Ambasador, still does not hesitate to tell Mark.&nbsp; "Wide angle beam!&nbsp; Forget that I'm here!"<br><br>((Hey, anyone know what the main reason for taking that second level of monk is?))&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 17:51:59</strong>
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				I take aim again, ready to give the ambassador more of the same, but I'm careful to not catch Kasumi in the blast as the agonizing shriek fills the room again.&nbsp; "Stay still."<br><br>((Another two action points and another use of the metamagic rod to burn Bull's Strength for another maximized Sound Burst.&nbsp; 8 damage to the ambassador and surrounding garbage, DC18 fortitude against one-round stun.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 18:08:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 36 HP (Current 26); AC 19<br><hr><br>The sparkling, silver gleam of a chain rattling across the floor drew his immediate attention, and Garrett chased after it, diving unto the ground after it.&nbsp; However, the chain slipped right through his gloved hands.&nbsp; Muttering to himself, he stood up to his feet, brushing himself off, and took a quick glance around, surveying the area.<br><br>&nbsp;"All right, old boy, concentrate," he said cooly.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 18:37:23</strong>
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				When the Inspired's mouth contorts into a grotesque grin, Ithi'Ka stares back with fury blazing in her eyes.&nbsp; <i>Answer your anatomy, you piece of shit... let the pain break you--</i> until she feels the tensing and flexing of muscle in a desperate attack to her exposed ribs.&nbsp; Were she unprepared, he may have pierced her armor, but she's not so much <i>pinning</i> the zealot as she is <i>riding</i> his prone, gasping body for now, still in control of her position and of the arrow that she gives a fierce wrench in reply to his defiance.&nbsp; With a subtle shift of her upper body, the oily-black leather glides over him and she twists off to his opposite shoulder, just in time to see the flaring distortion in reality when his psi-blade plunges at her kidney.&nbsp; <br><br>She deflects the attack, redirecting it with her knife-arm, the motion causing her to lifting the steel long-knife's hilt away from his throat where she had only a slashing edge pressed to his windpipe, the new position now presenting his throat with the point--&nbsp; the longknife is so sharp, she scarcely notices that he's thrust his head up to meet it until the blade's honed edge is saturated with fresh blood and her face peppered with arterial spray from his efforts.<br><br>His death doesn't move her in the least, except to spur her fury.&nbsp; She curses in common, for once.&nbsp; "No balls but in death."&nbsp; She glances up in the direction that the dog-girl fled, momentarily regretful that she can't end the bitch's suffering.&nbsp; And unless there's any useful on his still-guttering corpse (pouches, curious items, etc.), she simply wipes her blade unceremoniously on his chest and re-sheathes it.<br><br>"What other tricks have they..?"&nbsp; She sews together the spring-loaded mechanisms and pit-trapping floorboards in her mind-- having only momentarily observed them, when she slinks back down the final steps and sees the spring-loaded paper walls all in place.&nbsp; She keeps her bow ready in her left hand, but leads the way with her longknife again, slashing paper walls and moving into the room without hesitation.&nbsp; When she slits the first panel of pristine rice-paper, the remnant blood of the dead zealot darkens the edge of the clean cut.<br><br>She moves for the trapdoors she'd spotted moments ago... she needs an access door to disable these mechanisms, or perhaps a way to identify and use them against him.&nbsp; If she gets a shot at the stunned ambassador, however?&nbsp; Oh, bet your ass she'll take it twice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 19:34:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-5.jpg)</div>HP 22/51, AC21.<br><br>Bracing against the floor, The Killer Robot continued to hose the Ambassador - and now Kasumi as well - down in a ruthless barrage of beam fire. The crystal on his wrist was starting to glow with its own internal light independent of the energies it was spraying out - it had never been intended to fire on wide-beam intensity for so long continuously.<br><br>8 more damage to all targets in my cone, Reflex 17 to half.. +7 at the top of the initiative.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 19:43:16</strong>
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				Kasumi dives out of the acid's path, using the ambasador and what's left of the debris as a shield.&nbsp; ((Reflex 20 for 0 damage))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 15:51:57</strong>
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				Kasumi wrapped her hands around the ambassador's neck, thrusting him into the way of Mark's disintegration beam.&nbsp; As his body took even more bursts of energy, he died completely silently, body wracked with disintegration beams.&nbsp; Sam's second sound burst was the final straw, the jerk it pushed his body through making his neck snap easily in Kasumi's hands.&nbsp; The limp ambassador fell to the ground, while the lights throughout the building flickered, almost as if in mourning.&nbsp; As he died, a blue aura briefly exploded from his body, from which a 15 foot tall image of blue robed figure with a red energy field where his head was supposed to be appeared.&nbsp; The being stared at the group, a palpable aura of irritation coming off him.&nbsp; <strong>"I WILL SEE YOU IN YOUR NIGHTMARES!"</strong>&nbsp; He bellowed telepathically, before dispersing into nothingness.&nbsp; <br><br>The ambassador had the following items:&nbsp; Magic Ring, Magic Boots, Dorje, Magic Amulet, Magic Circlet, Magic Robe, Psicrown, Magic Key.<br><br>Upstairs, Ith'ika found a trapdoor, carefully locked with a decent quality lock.&nbsp; (DC 25 open lock check)&nbsp; If successful, she finds her way into the central monolith, a cylindrical room with a massive green crystal glowing in the center, with about a dozen various Inspired in it.&nbsp; At the top of the room, accessable via a circular stair around the edge of the room, is a large control panel with various crystal controls.&nbsp; There's also another door into the monolith chamber.&nbsp; For those that can read Readran, they can tell the shaft Ith'ika opened is labelled "Emergency Exhaust Vent."<br><br>-Kasumi stranglenates the Ambassador.&nbsp; 13 damage<br>-Ith'ika tries to open the access hatch.&nbsp; no damage<br>-Sam delivers the final blow.&nbsp; no damage<br>-Garrett sneaks around upstairs.&nbsp; 10 damage<br>-Mark fires more disintegration beams.&nbsp; &nbsp;3 damage<br>-Ambassador dies like a little bitch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 17:11:28</strong>
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				Kasumi whispers "I know." before she places the ambassador gently on the floor, sighs, and begins stripping the body. She says softly.&nbsp; "Mark, create an exit quickly.&nbsp; The blocked window will do.&nbsp; Sam, get the boy out of here before your Hypogryph vanishes.&nbsp; I'll follow." <br><br>((The hypogryph has been in existence for 9 or 10 rounds... 10 if the Ambassador's longer speech took 2 rounds.&nbsp; If so, if Mark can unblock the window before Sam's action, Sam can get himself and the boy on the Hypogryph, and moving this round, have it do a 'running' flight to the ground outside the wall next round.&nbsp; (And if it's been nine rounds, perhaps get another block.)))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 18:43:08</strong>
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				My eyes go wide at the otherworldly horror that escapes.&nbsp; <em>This is bad.</em>&nbsp; My mind runs through plans and countermeasures, but it all comes to the same end; this is bad.<br><br>But now is not the time for such thoughts.&nbsp; "Come with me, Marc, and hold on," I say as I climb atop the hippogriff, giving Mark his space to disintegrate the bars.&nbsp; <em>There are no limits to this connection's range, so keep me posted on the group's status.</em>&nbsp; With a word in the celestial tongue, the hippogriff tenses up, ready to leap forth the moment the bars are gone.&nbsp; Which is good, since moments are all it has left.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 20:42:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-5.jpg)</div>HP 48/51, AC21.<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"A most unsatisfactory kill, if it even counts as one."</span><br><br>However, they had bigger problems. Turning to the barred window, he gave another burst of wide-angle fire from his increasingly abused focusing crystal, which was now giving off a faint whining noise.<br><br><br>11+4 acid damage to the spears, total of 15.<br>Next round, finish them off with 7 more damage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 23:42:28</strong>
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				'Hearing' the burst of telepathic rage at his passing-- something like dimensions being ripped like cheap cloth as the bitter, infuriated soul of the ambassador flees this dimension, Ithi'Ka pauses in the darkness, peering out onto the vast room below from an exhaust vent colored a motley of patina and brass.&nbsp; She lifts her hood gently over her peaked ears and white cowl of hair, becoming one with the shadows, and slinks gently back to whisper into her ring.&nbsp; "What did you just do back there?"&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She is careful to muffle the noise with the hem of her cloak, despite its minute sound in comparison to the noise of battle and machinery.&nbsp; She continues.&nbsp; "I found source crystal, and controls," &nbsp;she mouths almost soundlessly.&nbsp; She puzzles again, her thin white brows furrowed, on the sound of the battle's conclusion.&nbsp; She thinks back on what she knows of Xen'Drik, and how the lorekeepers told of the titans' fall to forces like these, wrecking all but the best of the breed into the savage, freakish hulks that most giants had become.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>At that moment, she feels the pressure of something foreign at her waist, and finds, protruding from her bandolier mid-back, Garrett's sneaky little present.&nbsp; "Hm."&nbsp; He must have known she'd have no chance at the Ambassador with her bow... "Apparently, I have dispel wand, too.&nbsp; Wish it could blow this place to hell."&nbsp; She surveys the devout below like a looming wraith, studying them from her perch in the shadows where the eerie green glow can't quite reach.<br><br>Her breathing is rhythmic and all but silent as she looms over the vast room beyond, her glinting eyes disappearing behind darkened glass lenses as she settles her sundark goggles over her uptilted, metallic-white eyes.&nbsp; She draws from her haversack an exquisite set of thieves' tools, unrolling the outer layer of oilcloth to reveal a polished leather case beneath, tied neatly into a compact roll.&nbsp; She loosens the ties praying silently that her actions may be the death's sting that lays open the bloated belly of these sanctimonious cretins who hide behind masks of devotion...<br><br>(oh fuck rolltime.&nbsp; just pick what matters.)<br>Hide: 1d20+12=24<br>Move Silently:&nbsp; 1d20+12=20<br>Spot: 1d20+10=17
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 14:23:12</strong>
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				The central monolith was crawling with guards, all generally walking on pins and needles.&nbsp; "HEY!!"&nbsp; One of the more heavily armored guards screamed, dashing towards Ith'ika's position.&nbsp; "Who left this spirit cursed hatch open!?"&nbsp; He bellowed, completely missing Ith'ika's presence just a few inches away from him.&nbsp; The guard caused a fair amount of distress in the room, before suddenly sprouting a throwing knife from his throat.&nbsp; "Just shut up and be quiet."&nbsp; A purple haired inspired in the center of the room said softly, standing right at the edge of the control panel of the monolith, across from a gilded door to the upper level.&nbsp; <br><br>Which promptly opened, revealing a black robed figure.&nbsp; "Exa-qwi-skuzze me!"&nbsp; The figure intoned, with all of the pomp of a Brelish character actor.&nbsp; "Wud dis happen just so to be da head?"&nbsp; He asked in a particularly incomprehensible accent, triggering an instant attempt at murder from the head guard.&nbsp; Less than a second later, the head guard was flying off the platform, and the entire room mobilized against the new interloper.<br><br><br>(The room has 3 (formerly 4) human guards in it, an immaculate martyr, and an inspired with a broken neck.&nbsp; The human guards wear heavy armor, and carry longswords and heavy shields.&nbsp; One of them carries a tower shield.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 15:37:51</strong>
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				((Assuming Kasumi just saw Sam and MarcIV escape over the fence on a hypogrpyh))<br>"Good work here, Mark.&nbsp; Escort our charge, Marc the IVth, and Sam Caufield, back to base for now.&nbsp; I will extract the others of our group and join you there later."<br><br>She then sneaks up the stairs, looking for the others. ((Move Silently 26, Hide 29, Listen 15, Spot 26))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 15:49:33</strong>
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				Kasumi manages to sneak up the stairs and get to the hatch to the Monolith room, hearing some of the robed figure's nonsense.&nbsp; On the other hand, there's also a corpse at the far end of the shaft, and Ith'ica has already reported entering the area.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 16:08:48</strong>
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				Kasumi sighs as Garret once again shows the subtley of a herd of hypogryphs.&nbsp; She thinks to Sam <em>Tell Ithi'ka to use the distraction to do whatever she's going to do.</em>. She summons the Trip ability from a construct, and dives ((using Hustle to get the free move action)) at the Inspired Martyr, Whirlwind attacking the whole group.<br><br>((Attack rolls of 15, 18, 28 for the three guards, 24 to confirm the crit on guard 3, then a 24 on the attack vrs the Martyr.&nbsp; 10, 7, and 20 damage on the guards, and 11 damage to the Martyr, Trip attempts of 24, 19, 18 vrs the guards, and a low 12 vrs the Martyr. Which may work, unless he rolls high))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 20:53:43</strong>
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				No time to marvel at Garrett's bluff, Ithi'Ka only lets a smirk of appreciation cross her features as she moves.&nbsp; She needs no instruction to recognize opportunity, and moves over the stone and steel like a cat scrambling to snatch a kill from a pack of distracted wolves.&nbsp; Shadow trails off her night-hexed armor like dissipating, tar-colored vapor.&nbsp; She perches her bow on a pedestal support and unfurls her tools-- she watches over her shoulder at the melee beyond and fans the fine mithril tools before her, their oiled surfaces grinning up like eager teeth.<br><br>Expert eyes assess the gem-riddled surface of the monolith's touch-point.&nbsp; She recognizes it in the way one knows a person by the sound of their footfalls, or recognizes the hint of familiar spices in a new food-- she has never touched such a console, but she knows its nature.&nbsp; Psionics are ancient in Xen'Drik, and this kind of device reminds her of the work of extraplanars that ravaged that land with madness and broke the Empire that had kept her people enslaved.&nbsp; Tools probe the edges of gems and ease facets apart, shifts subtly the alignment of their direction.&nbsp; She hears bone and steel clashing behind her, can feel through the tough, flexible soles of her boots the subtle fluttering of the floor as battle takes place so close by... <i>just keep them off me...</i><br><br>Two stones hiss, their surfaces going dimmer like dying embers.&nbsp; Steam begins to vent from the panel in small jets, and a bloody pool of fluid begins to leak from around the stones.&nbsp; She redirects the flow of two crystals.&nbsp; She thinks she knows what this will do... she isn't certain.&nbsp; She hopes it will begin the feedback of power from the monolith's vast network of nodes-- from the psionics who tap it, all the way to the lights that feed from it-- to use those outlets as reflectors, to create an amplifying loop of that power, so that it feeds back what power it draws continually, seeking the right source to release that power upon, but unable to find it.&nbsp; At least, that's her hope...<br><br>Disable Device- spending an AP: (10 skill/ability, +5: right tool for the job, +3: synergy bonus, +1d6 action point) <br>Rolled 1d20+18=33 <br>Rolled 1d6=5.&nbsp; <br>Total: 38
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 23:13:05</strong>
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				The guards all went down from Kasumi's initial onslaught, almost seeming weaker now that the ambassador was dead and the Inspired were scattered.&nbsp; Meanwhile, Ith'ika's theif's tools went into the console, and quickly caused it to start foaming and heating up in a particularly unholy looking way.&nbsp; "WARNING!&nbsp; MONOLITH CONTAINMENT FAILURE!&nbsp; sELffdd DEEFDSDKFAdafaadsdfsadas!@!@!!!!!!!!"&nbsp; The telepathic warning system broke down into a completely incomprehensible psychic scream, as the entire monolith began to melt and surge with psionic energy.&nbsp; <br><br>Everyone within 100 feet of the building suffers a 3d10 damage mind thrust, DC 14 will save for half)&nbsp; The telepathic explosion was enough to kill the guards, and it seemed to be just the begining.&nbsp; Whatever this thing was going to do, it wasn't going to be pretty.&nbsp; The man in the black robe dashed out of the room, while all of the emergency hatches snapped open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 23:44:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-6.jpg)</div>21/51, AC21<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"Time for us to leave."</span><br><br>Mark takes a moment to scan the Ambassador's body with his aura-detecting sight, scooping up anything on the corpse that emanates an aura - they can be examined to determine the exact type of aura at a more secure location and time. His arms full of whatever he collects, the jets on his back flare and he shoots out the window after the hippogriff carrying Mark IV. As he flies, the psychic shockwave washes over him with full force, causing him to go into a momentary tailspin before he recovers and pulls upright again, hurtling away from the crumbling monolith at maximum speed.<br><br><br>OOC: Ow. Failed the save and took 27 damage. Another one of those and I'm in the dirt...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 00:54:10</strong>
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				The surge of energy is more powerful, and painful, than Ithi'Ka could have expected.&nbsp; The tools in her hands clatter to the ground as she grips her forehead.&nbsp; The noise of the alarm is muted by a constant metallic ringing sound, and the world around her appears as a flash of green light, then darkness that slowly creeps back to the edges of her vision.&nbsp; She can taste blood, and for one moment struggles against some suffocating force for her breath-- she realizes then that she's somehow tugged the goggles down around her mouth, and when she's regained composure she tugs them down to dangle around her neck.&nbsp; She must have screamed, but doesn't remember it, because her throat feels ragged and she's out of breath.<br><br>The drow looks over the sprawled bodies of the guards, but lacking the time to check for survivors, decides to give them a safe berth on her way past.&nbsp; She hauls herself to her feet. not realizing how she'd managed to fall.&nbsp; Unable to collect her scattered tools, she has the presence to take up her bow before she begins to move to the monk's position.&nbsp; &nbsp; (I'm going to assume she's up and mobile and probably in better shape than Ithi.&nbsp; Will edit if not.)&nbsp; Extending one leather-clad hand encouragingly-- though whether for her own support or for Kasumi's is not clear-- Ithi'Ka's saturnine face is set to a grimace as she hisses with urgency through her even white teeth, "Kasumi, we must run."<br><br>Also failed the save, but only suffered 13 damage.&nbsp; On a related note: AAAAH! SUFFERED THIRTEEN DAMAGE
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 01:25:16</strong>
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				Kasumi forms a crude mental shield as she was trained, and the energy leaves her reeling, but mostly intact. ((Will save 15, 8 damage)). Seeing Ithi'ka, she nods, says rapidly, "Pardon me please!" and grabs the dark elf's hand.&nbsp; Pulling the much smaller woman over onto her back, she begins running at top speed down the stairs and out of the building, diving down the last feet from the window, she rolls with the impact, shielding the drow with her own body.&nbsp; She then takes off running again towards the fence with barely a pause, lifting Ithi'ka to her shoulders as they reach the wall, then going her a strong push to reach the wall's lip.&nbsp; Even as she does so, she summons wings on her back, and looks back to see if Garrett has followed.&nbsp; ((Kasumi has the run feat and 35 base movement, and so is probably ahead enough to toss Ithi'ka up to the top of the wall, and still get under the window in time to catch Garrett.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 01:39:14</strong>
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				The black robed figure was nowhere to be seen, as the building began to shake much more intensely, its population neatly knocked out by a psychic pulse.&nbsp; Kasumi made it effortlessly out of the building, when a massive internal explosion filled the entire inside of the structure with green fire, followed by a number of secondary explosions, which devastated the Riedran facility's roof, causing tiles and stone to rain down on the surrounding community, sending the barely arriving Karrnathi authorities into a rout.&nbsp; <br><br>Suprisngly, the explosion of the monolith didn't collapse the building; only kill everyone inside.&nbsp; On the other hand, they <em>had</em> all been there of their own free will, according to the ambassador.&nbsp; Garrett hadn't been seen getting out in time though, and the big question was why the evacuation alarm knocked out everyone with a psychic pulse instead of... warning them.<br><br><br>Mission Report:<br><br>Friendly Casualties: 1<br>Missing in Action: 1<br><br>Enemy Casualties: 244<br><br>Saithe's Grade: A+; Highly Satisfactory
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 01:56:07</strong>
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				Kasumi flys neatly over the wall as the building shakes with explosions.&nbsp; <em>No sign of the reporter. I hope he made it out a different way.&nbsp; The rest of us are alright.&nbsp; I sent Mark to follow you.&nbsp; Ithi'ka and I will head back to camp together.&nbsp; See you soon.</em> Turning to the Drow, she moves with her towards an alley, pulling off her hat of Disguise as she shrinks back to her normal self.&nbsp; "Sorry if I was abrupt, pulling you out of there, but I felt no time could be lost.&nbsp; Would you care to disguise yourself until we return to camp?&nbsp; You are the most recognizable person of the two of us at the moment.". She holds out the Hat of Disguise.&nbsp; "You were wonderful inside.&nbsp; I really admired the way you kept your head, silenced the escaping witness, then found the Monolith's power core so rapidly.&nbsp; I'm certain Major Saithe will be pleased as well." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 02:02:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-5.jpg)</div>HP 21/51, AC21.<br><br>His flight stabilization restored, Mark retreated to a safe altitude, keeping Sam and the little Marc just within range of his darkvision from above while dispensing the occasional smoke cloud for cover if it looked like there was someone else who might be looking at him. So far, their mission had been a total success, and it would not do to blow their cover now; a protype advanced Warforged was conspicious, the occasional low-hanging cloud in the air was not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 04:26:13</strong>
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				After their flight from the flaring nightmare of skyline-rending energy, the drow lands on her feet like a cat finally released after a thorough tousling.&nbsp; She doesn't go so far as to start grooming herself as if nothing's happened, but she does stare at the monk and stand stone-still, her bow still clutched in a death grip in her hand.&nbsp; Ithi'Ka blinks back at Kasumi, her silvery eyes shining with mortification-- she brushes off that humiliation, blaming it on the light wreaking havoc with her vision.&nbsp; Staring imploringly at the monk, a mist of dried blood glints faintly against her dark gray skin in the moonlight.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She knows she would not have made that distance in time... the first blast was still ringing in her mind, thrumming in her ears.&nbsp; And, funny... it's as if, for that moment, she can almost hear the screams of those behind, flaring like flash-paper and then vaporized into nothing... <br><br>Ithi'Ka forces a shrug and rubs her temples, squinting into her palm, then straightens.&nbsp; She locks eyes with the human, considering what she's said.&nbsp; She prepares to retaliate with bravado and arrogance at the notion she should need a disguise, but bites it back.&nbsp; "Your words are kind.&nbsp; You fought very well."&nbsp; She lifts her thin, arched white eyebrows as she says this, smiling with something like tenderness.&nbsp; She accepts the hat, prepares to activate it, turns it in her hands as if in consideration. "But it's nice to see you with no disguise," she says softly, the last word serpentine and rhytmic in her careful pronounciation, before she flashes a smile that is eerily pretty, considering the source.<br><br>Donning the hat, her appearance shifts subtly... combined with the inky shadow that seems to seep from her dreamserpent-scale armor, the young Drow suddenly adopts the aspect of a mourning pauper.&nbsp; "I follow," she says softly, bustling with her haversack to store and adjust every item she can manage to stash out of sight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 05:36:04</strong>
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				Kasumi blushes, pleased at Ithi'ka's words and acceptance of her fast action.&nbsp; She glances down at herself, straightens her hair and clothes a bit, and walks quietly with her 'mourning' companion until they get out of town.&nbsp; As they exit the city and head towards the army base, Kasumi says with a shy smile,&nbsp; "I really hope, in our next mission, that we can work more closely together."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 17:24:08</strong>
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				Back at the Rekkenmark HQ, Master Marc IV was screaming his head off, biting at any convenient limbs that came near.&nbsp; "Let me go back!&nbsp; LET ME GO BACK!!"&nbsp; He screamed, with a mix of rage and utter terror.&nbsp; Objects on nearby shelves went flying off, but the boy didn't seem to have much more psychic strength than that, thankfully.&nbsp; Remus Saithe leaned against the wall furthest from the petulant boy, arms crossed as her undead eye regarded the boy.&nbsp; "He gets two minutes; then we arrest and detain him."&nbsp; Saithe said bluntly, licking her lips.&nbsp; <br><br>One of the unit's artificers was already playing around with the objects Mark had brought in, tapping them with a little hammer and observing their odd crysteel construction.&nbsp; "Looks like mostly the usual protectives, except for the crown.&nbsp; That there is a truly fine piece of work.&nbsp; I actually had to cast identify on it, to confirm what it was."&nbsp; The artificer said, moving all of the objects into ordered rows.&nbsp; "As per usual regulations, we'll sell them to you at a steep discount, along with an equivelent item replacement garuntee and a full warantee against any curses."&nbsp; The artificer noted, understanding that those provisions still caused a lot of found magic items in the field to go directly into the pockets of those who found them.&nbsp; <br><br>Located Magic Items:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Sale Price:<br><br>Ring of Protection +2&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;2,500gp<br>Boots of Levitation&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 4,000gp<br>Dorje of Energy Bolt&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 50gp per charge (max 42 charges)<br>Amulet of Natural Armor +3&nbsp; 3,000gp<br>Circlet of Intelligence +6&nbsp; &nbsp;15,000gp<br>Robe of Charisma +4&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 7,000gp<br>Psicrown of Telekinesis&nbsp; &nbsp; 16,000gp&nbsp; &nbsp; (has 274pp remaining, manifests force screen, telekinetic thrust, psionic fly, touchsight, inertial barrier, telekinetic maneuver, and greater telekinetic power (9pp; as telekinetic power except that power can affect 1 object per manifester level of a total weight equal to 100 lbs per manifester level.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 17:48:34</strong>
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				Kasumi says, "I need to borrow this a minute... you can have it right back.". She grabs the robe, walks out of the tent to don it, uses the hat of disguise to mask that she has done so, then walks back in, and gets Marc's attention by kneeling down in front of him and grabbing his arms lightly.&nbsp; "There is no back, Marc.&nbsp; You must have seen the explosion as you were flying away.&nbsp; The Ambassador destroyed everyone inside. You would be dead now if we hadn't rescued you.&nbsp; You must remember.&nbsp; He used you as a human shield.&nbsp; He didn't care about you!". She looks at him solemnly for a minute.&nbsp; "I'm a Psychic as well, Marc.&nbsp; I know you don't want to give up the powers the Ambassador was showing you how to use.&nbsp; But you don't have to.&nbsp; Those powers are yours, not his.&nbsp; He wanted to use you, train you and then possess you, take your body and live in it, like a spider who lays it's eggs in the body of another insect.&nbsp; He would have killed you, and become you at the same time."<br><br>She makes sure Marc can see the honesty in her eyes while she says these things, knowing most children are naturally good at detecting a lie.<br><br>She says.&nbsp; "I told you that I'm a psychic.&nbsp; Like you, I needed to train my gifts to learn how to use them.&nbsp; But I learned to use my powers to help people.&nbsp; To protect those who can't protect themselves.&nbsp; I know a good school for Psychics in town.&nbsp; It's a monastery to the Path of Light, and the people there would be more than happy to help you learn to use your powers."<br><br>She emphasises.&nbsp; "But you would get to chose HOW you used them.&nbsp; They wouldn't force you to do things their way.&nbsp; You would have a choice... not like with the Reidrans.&nbsp; I know some of the things they did disturbed you.&nbsp; You don't have to tell me about it if you don't want to, but I know.&nbsp; They were twisted inside.&nbsp; Let me show you a different way?"<br><br>((Diplomacy, with 17 effective charisma +3, Rolled a 14, plus 4 from an Action point, +2 circumstance bonus of 'being a psychic' +'something from having seen what a bastard the Ambassador was.' Plus 'something from having directly saved the kids life by pulling him away from the ambassador's telekinetic grip'<br><br>Well, anyway, that's a 23+ something, so someone aid me and give me a +2 more for that clinching 25+))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 17:59:26</strong>
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				The boy's still somewhat large eyes stared up at Kasumi, as he began to shiver, seemingly thinking about what she said.&nbsp; A moment later, he fell onto his knees and broke down into tears, drops of water from his eyes dripping against the stone as the heir of the judge becan to wail and moan.&nbsp; The boy's pitiable mewling grew louder and louder, but he didn't seem to be deploying any psychic outbursts anymore.<br><br>Across the room, Saithe smiled.&nbsp; "Great work Kasumi!&nbsp; Now we can grab him without getting our heads exploded!"&nbsp; She bleated with visible pleasure, walking a bit closer to Marc IV, the heavy footfalls of her stompy boots ringing through the suddenly much quieter chamber.&nbsp; Marc seemed to have no response except to sob, his skin turning bright red as his breathing became labored and raspy.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 18:04:06</strong>
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				Kasumi shot a dirty look Saithe's way, and hugged Marc tightly.&nbsp; Petting his head lightly and carefully, she said.&nbsp; "Sam, could you join me... I need a little healing.&nbsp; I'm taking the boy to the Path of Light monestary just outside of town.&nbsp; Someone tell the Judge what I'm doing and why.&nbsp; The boy might need protection from psychic attack for the next few weeks at the least.&nbsp; He can get it there, if nothing else.&nbsp; The judge can discuss the boy's training with the Monks there."<br><br>Standing up, she carries Marc IVth out of the tent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 18:54:30</strong>
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				I nod, having returned to my more familiar, far more comfortable form, and give Kasumi a rather more tame kiss than the last volley of powerful spells I lavished her with.&nbsp; Just a gentle peck on the cheek, causing her wounds slowly begin to knit themselves together.&nbsp; "I'll join you," I say, putting on my most reassuring smile for the boy as I come along.&nbsp; Once we're out of the tent, I speak again.&nbsp; " I just want to say, you were amazing in there.&nbsp; I don't think I've ever seen any human fight twenty-on-one and win like that, unless a fireball was involved.&nbsp; It was an honor and a pleasure working with you.&nbsp; More than usual, even."<br><br>((Lesser Vigor kiss.&nbsp; 15 rounds.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 19:14:50</strong>
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				Kasumi smiles warmly at Sam over the boys head, and gives him a gentle kiss on the cheek.&nbsp; "It's my family's style.&nbsp; Massess of untrained, or semi trained opponents are our usual foes."&nbsp; She thinks ruefully of the hordes of angry women chasing her master, then mentions a happier memory.<br><br>"You should see my sister!&nbsp; When she was quite a young girl, she would face mobs of young men every morning, upwards of 20 to 40 would try to defeat her at once."&nbsp; She shrugs.&nbsp; "It was your spells that made it possible, Sam.&nbsp; I certainly could not have won out against so many skilled opponents without your aid."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 22:07:48</strong>
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				"You give me too much credit.&nbsp; I merely drew out that which was already there... and a fog cloud... and a hippogriff..."&nbsp; I pause for a moment, looking rather ponderous.&nbsp; "Okay, this time, maybe I was less subtle than usual."&nbsp; I go somewhat sullen as I continue, "Though enemies like this... I just can't understand.&nbsp; We go in, their enemies, and try to keep casualties to a minimum, and then they..."&nbsp; I shake such thoughts out of my head, not wanting to deal with them just now.<br><br>"But I must admit... for once, it was somewhat frustrating.&nbsp; To be so close to such a heated battle, yet be unable to contribute much at all directly."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 22:15:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 36 HP (Current 26); AC 19<br><hr><br>&nbsp;"Isn't it obvious?" chimed a voice, it belonging to the charming debonair reporter adventurer with a heart of gold and a gold, tawny, unruly scalp of hair.&nbsp; &nbsp;"It was a trap.&nbsp; They knew we were coming in there for them."<br><br>In walked Garrett, grinning like a devil, carrying a woman over his shoulder and a pile of Korrenbergs under his arm.&nbsp; He set the woman on the table rather violently, virtually slamming her unto it, and then gently placed the newspapers atop of the counter.&nbsp; He then distributed the papers, grinning from ear to ear as he did so.<br><br>&nbsp;"We made the headlines!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 22:37:24</strong>
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				Saithe turned away from leering at the crying 14 year old in the room to dash at the newspaper, snatching it up and staring carefully at the story, as if it might attack her at any moment.&nbsp; "Extra edition!?"&nbsp; She stammered, shaking very slightly.&nbsp; "What in the underworld did you DO!!"&nbsp; Saithe screamed, trying to get an impression of what was actually in the paper before her rage got the best of her.&nbsp; <br><br>Meanwhile, a Karrnathi military aide dropped a packet of papers detailing the dissapearance of one of Karrnath's most renowned necrotheurges on a desk not far from Saithe.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Looks like we've got another job already, Commander."&nbsp; The Aide commented, seemingly completely ignored by the faintly blushing Saithe.&nbsp; It might have been the naked slobbering woman over Garrett's shoulder and the crying boy though.&nbsp; "Days like this make me wonder if I hadn't moved to Aundair..."&nbsp; The Aide muttered under his breath, rather quickly walking out of the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 22:40:29</strong>
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				<em>Issue 5,430, First Edition</em><br><br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Rierdran Embassy Site of Mass Suicide</span><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Cults in Karrn, Delusions of Grandeur</span><br><strong>By Campbell Garrett, Reporter Extraordinaire</strong><br><br>Adriana Ir'Wynarn, aged 20, is in the esteemed line of succession for the crown of Aundair.&nbsp; In her youth, she had been a remarkable scholar and attained in her teens the posture and wisdom of a lady thrice her age.&nbsp; She could write, she could sing, she could draw, she could entertain.&nbsp; Now, she cannot speak.&nbsp; Now, the only communication that Miss Ir'Wynarn can use is that of a dog's bark.<br><br>She was the lucky one, the sole survivor of a Bacchean night of festivity that ended in a mass suicide of at least 300 people last night at the Reirdran Embassy, most of them Karrnathi citizens.&nbsp; Arcane and religious experts agree that this is the work of the Path of Inspiration, a Reirdran cult that has entwined itself with Reirdran interests abroad.&nbsp; But how could something like this occur in today's modern times?&nbsp; How is it that these secretive cults can inspire, enlighten and recruit even the most distinguished of people?&nbsp; And how is it that the Karrnathi government continues to permit such cults to exist within its government?<br><br><em> Con't below, re: an informative, rather glib history of Kaius' I involvement and feuds with cults, a brief history of the Path of Inspiration, a second-hand retelling of Quori and a small note on Aundair's reaction.</em><br><br>The Path of Light and the Reirdran Embassy could not be reached for comment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 22:43:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 36 HP (Current 26); AC 19<br><hr><br>&nbsp;"The only thing I ever do, governor," the young man replied as he leaned back on a chair, placing his feet on the table and his hands behind his head.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Be awesome."<br><br>He seemed to reflect on this for a moment before he said: <br><br>&nbsp;"Of course, you can't do a state of being, so whatever the word that means "do awesome" is, that's what I do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 23:58:57</strong>
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				Ithi'Ka lurks in the corner of the room, her silver eyes heavy as she polishes dried blood from her longknife with a piece of tackcloth.&nbsp; The fine, tough fabric sings softly in the tones of steel and death, the only sound from the shadow-cast dark elf-- muted, certainly, by the sounds of the sobbing child until Kasumi and Sam take him away.&nbsp; She watches them go with something between curiosity and contempt.&nbsp; <br><br>With a smile that seems the result of great effort to lighten heavy eyes, Ithika gives a subtle nod to Garrett.&nbsp; She resheaths her cleaned longknife, then mutters under her breath, "crazy son of a bitch" and smirks faintly.&nbsp; &nbsp; She rises and edges closer, her presence even in this close room more shadow than self.&nbsp; With a craned neck, she reads Garrett's article froum around the Major's knotted, freakish arm, then turns prudently away and walks a few steps before breaking into a mirthful giggle.&nbsp; The sound, so unlike her, is surreally girlish, even a little unsettling.&nbsp; "Very nice," she says amusedly before turning back to circle the room once more.&nbsp; <br><br>She eyes the artificer who handles so casually the weapons they've salvaged.&nbsp; "I can use these things," she says softly, but makes no move to intercept yet.&nbsp; They aren't hers.&nbsp; She didn't kill the Ambassador.&nbsp; No, her kills were of an inglorious breed-- slain beasts, messy falls from great heights, and a vast number of agonizing backlashes-- trap, hell.&nbsp; Sabotage.&nbsp; Graceless mass slaughter.&nbsp; <br><br>Edging near the Major's desk, Ithi'Ka looks pointedly at the folio, the turns her gaze back to the officer.&nbsp; It's clearly a silent request for permission to review the file.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 02:12:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP (Current 26); AC 22<br><hr><br>There really isn't very much I could write about my compatriots.&nbsp; They lacked social graces.&nbsp; The drow, a woman of remarkable evil, I should say, sometimes giggled at the things I did or said, and to be very honest, this terrified me.&nbsp; The next thing that would happen is that she'd ask me out to dinner, and I'd end up having to hunt for snakes again.&nbsp; I learned my lesson the first time I went out on a date with an exotic, thickly-accented female:&nbsp; never date exotic, thickly-accented females.&nbsp; I was a bit leery of the monk as a potential mate, specifically because I am such a terrible mate.&nbsp; I have scorned each and every woman I ever knew, and none of them could so emphatically hand me my ass like this particular monk.&nbsp; So I said fuck it, I'm not chasing after that tail.&nbsp; The machine man wasn't my cup of tea, particularly because he was a man and because he was a machine (though I understand the appeal of machine women, it never really flew my coop).<br><br>So here I was, alone, threading my fingers together and placing them over my head, glancing at the dog girl.&nbsp; A man has needs, I told myself.&nbsp; A man has needs that need to be sated, otherwise, he might make irrational decisions out on the battlefield.&nbsp; And, aside from the fact that she was scratching fleas from her temple with her toes, the woman was actually comely.&nbsp; I belabored to ponder over the ramifications of raping the poor woman.&nbsp; Who would know?&nbsp; I certainly wouldn't.&nbsp; One drought and I'd forget.&nbsp; I could hand her over to Brolo the Dwarf afterwards, and he might get me that ransom.&nbsp; I tapped my chin, and then turned to look at the Major:<br><br>&nbsp;"Do we get bunks?&nbsp; And if we do, may I take this woman here?&nbsp; I need a diversion!&nbsp; All this fighting."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 19:56:00</strong>
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				Ithi'Ka scowls in Garrett's direction.&nbsp; The woman he's hauling about like an oversized bundle is beyond the means of consent.&nbsp; The girl is mindless, despite having creamy flesh, supple curves, and being well-groomed... Ithi'Ka catches herself staring the girl down, and feels a little repuled by her own reaction.&nbsp; <br><br>"She is a dog in the mind," Ithi'Ka says flatly, letting the words hang in the air before turning her gaze back to the Brelandic journalist.&nbsp; "Even if her cunny is human's-- maybe even nice one-- is this not like fucking a dog?"<br><br>Shrugging subtly, Ithi'Ka regards the journalist with a teasing smirk.&nbsp; "Is okay if that is custom for Breland.&nbsp; I am only curious."&nbsp; One silver eye closes in a subtle wink, then she seems to forget the matter entirely and she sets back to work.<br><br>She writes a note of script for the major-- a quick funds transfer for her paycheck-- and picks up the boots and the small, double-ended scepter from the table, stuffing them into her haversack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 20:02:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"I believe he has no other option, unless you can supply a being both capable of sentient thought and capable of tolerating his presence. Or perhaps your initial hypothesis is correct, and he does prefer the company of canine entities to humanoid ones, this being the closest he can find under the circumstances."</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 23:00:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP (Current 26); AC 22<br><hr><br>The journalist laughed and said, &nbsp;"Or perhaps it is the case that I find the possibility of engaging a dog-like human worlds superior to engaging a drow."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 23:06:45</strong>
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				The Commander handed Ith'ika the bundle of papers without the slightest bit of hesitation, after she got done watching the exchange between the companions.&nbsp; "Something about a missing sage.&nbsp; I give you full operational authority to handle it.&nbsp; Our demon will handle any transport issues."&nbsp; Saithe said bluntly, lighting a cigar on her way out the door.&nbsp; "You can do with the dog girl as you wish, Garrett."&nbsp; Saithe advised, not slowing in the slightest as she left.&nbsp; The demon to which Saithe alluded was one of the bound servitors of the Rekkenmark academy, Elrathis Nyarlo; a Rakshasa of slightly above average puissance.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was bound to a particular room in the basement, where he made quite a comfortable lifestyle completing puzzles and managing scrolls of ritual magic.&nbsp; The demon was also an accountant, and a very good one.&nbsp; He managed the finances of the unit.<br><br>The documents Ith'ika had been given detailed the flight/defection of one of Karrnath's leading Necrotheurges; Count Vedim ir'Omik.&nbsp; The necromancer, thought mad by many, set loose all of the creations in his lab at Irontown, then managed to board a lightning rail coach in the ensuing chaos.&nbsp; Members of the secret police managed to track him to an inn in Vedykar, but he successfully covered his escape by releasing undead he had created during the night, killing four secret police agents.&nbsp; While raiding Vedim's room, the secret police located receipts for tickets on an airship headed for Breland.&nbsp; The secret police ordered a freeze on all airship flights ten minutes after the airship departed.&nbsp; This was 36 hours ago.&nbsp; &nbsp;Authorities have Count Omik's lab sealed but not secured, and the death toll in iron town has climbed to over 75.<br><br>A few seconds after Saithe left, four individuals in white cloaks entered the room.&nbsp; They stood in a clump by the door, pulling out ID badges.&nbsp; "We are Knights phantom, coming under diplomatic immunity from the Aundairian embassy, and we hereby request that you return the royal among you to our custody."&nbsp; The lead individual announced, while all four displayed their IDs.&nbsp; They looked quite authentic, although the Knights almost certainly had snuck into the building to get to a military part of the Academy.&nbsp; With their heavy concealing cloaks, it was hard to tell if they were armed or armored, though Knights Phantom typically like to come reasonably well armed and armored.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 23:15:39</strong>
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				Mark's eyes, back to their normal yellow-orange, flickering in obvious amusement.<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"She is in your charge, journalist. Now is the time to decide if your canophilic desires are strong enough that you will assault four armed knights to ensure you may satisfy them."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 23:40:42</strong>
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				Ithi'Ka chuckles softly at Garrett's retort, accepting the folio and flipping through it as she mutters a reply.&nbsp; "Or maybe is because the latter will never be possible..." but the entrance of royal armed escort overshadows her reply quite thoroughly.&nbsp; She seems not to pay them any mind as she walks a slow perimeter of the room, seeming to wrapt in the details of the mission, until she speaks.&nbsp; "Gentleman.&nbsp; This is Karnathi military operation.&nbsp; You are committing trespass... espionage."&nbsp; She flips a page in the folio, continuing to read as she edges toward the shadowy corners of the room, silvery eyes gleaming up at the Knights Phantom.&nbsp; "You think you are already ghosts?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 23:41:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP (Current 26); AC 22<br><hr><br>Garrett hadn't really listened to what the commander had said, because he and plans did not mesh well.&nbsp; He had been extremely distracted by a few strands of his hair by the time the knights phantom entered, and regaled the assembly.&nbsp; He lifted his eyes to them wearily, and then glanced about, wondering what was the matter.&nbsp; Then, he felt that the machine man was speaking to him, and it took a bit of abductive work to conjure the reason behind the knights' presence.<br><br>&nbsp;"Hh."<br><br>The journalist simply wished for a few more seconds to think this over, and then, given his predisposition to correlate thinking time with eating time, became immensely hungry.&nbsp; His stomach gurgled, his throat became dry, his nose became runny, etc. etc.<br><br>&nbsp;"Does anyone know what's for lunch?" he asked rather meekly.&nbsp; Then, with instant bravado, and a hint of grandeur, the young man flipped up unto the table, wielding his dagger towards the ensemble of knights.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Once again, you have been deceived by my cleverness!&nbsp; Drop your weapons at once!"&nbsp; Garrett noticed that there were no weapons drawn, and so, rescinded such comment with a look of perplexity.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Say, how'd you get in here anyways?&nbsp; Isn't this place guarded?"<br><br>He began to pace atop the table, not really caring for the response to his inquiries.<br><br>&nbsp;"Tell you what, fellas, I saved this here lady on the basis that I would satisfy a very necessary function.&nbsp; That is, I saved her because I thought there would be a big reward.&nbsp; Something like a magic carpet.&nbsp; Whadda you say?&nbsp; Deal?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 00:15:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hentaiblog.info/images/doa-kasumi-hentai.jpg)</div>Elsewhere, just outside the city at the gates to the Path of Light Monastery, Kasumi is saying farewell to some old friends.&nbsp; "Thank you again for agreeing to take the boy in, Master Kazyua."<br><br>The monk bows slightly, and gives Kasumi a warm look.&nbsp; "You were right to bring him here.&nbsp; Even if he does not take to our ways, we can help him recover from this trauma he has experienced.&nbsp; We will greet his father when he arrives, and explain our intentions."<br><br>Kasumi bows deeper, showing her great respect for this teacher.&nbsp; "You honor me by this, Master Kazyua."<br><br>The man waves a hand negatively.&nbsp; "The woman who has learned from Happosai has no need for humility.&nbsp; The man may be depraved, but he is mighty. And you show now how his teachings can be used to further the Path of Light.&nbsp; We are pleased.&nbsp; Perhaps you will come and teach here some day, when this path of yours has ended?"<br><br>Kasumi blushes, but simply bows at this further honor, and the conversation ends and the master bows in return once more before closing the gate.<br><br>Kasumi turns to Sam, a nearly wild look in her normally placid, peaceful eyes.&nbsp; "I... Sam get me out of here!&nbsp; I can't..."&nbsp; She clutches his arm convulsively.&nbsp; "I thought he'd never finish... what's wrong with me?&nbsp; I feel so strange?!&nbsp; Sam take me somewhere private, please?"<br><br>She looks at the changeling with a wild light, a pleading look on her face, sweat showing on her brow as she fights off some feeling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 00:43:35</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2585969#msg2585969">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 28-12-2009, 23:41:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br><br><br>The journalist simply wished for a few more seconds to think this over, and then, given his predisposition to correlate thinking time with eating time, became immensely hungry.&nbsp; His stomach gurgled, his throat became dry, his nose became runny, etc. etc.<br><br>&nbsp;"Does anyone know what's for lunch?" he asked rather meekly.&nbsp; Then, with instant bravado, and a hint of grandeur, the young man flipped up unto the table, wielding his dagger towards the ensemble of knights.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Once again, you have been deceived by my cleverness!&nbsp; Drop your weapons at once!"&nbsp; Garrett noticed that there were no weapons drawn, and so, rescinded such comment with a look of perplexity.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Say, how'd you get in here anyways?&nbsp; Isn't this place guarded?"<br><br>He began to pace atop the table, not really caring for the response to his inquiries.<br><br>&nbsp;"Tell you what, fellas, I saved this here lady on the basis that I would satisfy a very necessary function.&nbsp; That is, I saved her because I thought there would be a big reward.&nbsp; Something like a magic carpet.&nbsp; Whadda you say?&nbsp; Deal?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>The Knights Phantom looked at Ith'ika, then at Garrett.&nbsp; "If it becomes generally known that <strong>this</strong> man saved the life of one of the royal family, especially a popular one, Queen Aurala will be obligated to offer him a barony."&nbsp; The lead Knight turned to Ith'ika.&nbsp; "And do you really think HE would make a good baron?"&nbsp; He asked, while another knight dropped a chainmail bag on the ground.&nbsp; "Will 2,500 platinum do?"&nbsp; The knights asked, not moving further into the room or making any threatening gestures.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 00:52:01</strong>
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				Ithi'Ka's gaze slides exaggeratedly from the Knight Phantom back to Garrett, then back to the leader.&nbsp; After a moment's consideration, she shrugs, returns her attention to the folio, and circles back behind Mark's shoulder.&nbsp; "...and the plot thickens," she says dryly, knowing that, in some extremely unsettling way, she and the warforged are on a similar wavelength in their appreciation of this situation.&nbsp; The notion unnerves her to no end, but she's careful to hide the reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 02:41:40</strong>
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				I stand respectfully as Kasumi delivers the boy to her order, happy that the boy will get the help he needs.&nbsp; Though I have questions about Kasumi's past, her training, her master, I leave them be; after all, it's not my place to pry. I leave with a warm sense of satisfaction, that some genuine good has come of this mission's disastrous end.&nbsp; And then, I see Kasumi holding onto me, in a state unlike any I'd ever seen her in.&nbsp; "Kasumi, what-" I cut my question off.&nbsp; What she needs now isn't me interrogating her.&nbsp; "Alright," I say, placing my arm reassuringly at her back as I lead her away from the monastery.<br><br>((Phasing out of the realms of the main thread, and into Sam's thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=54090.0).))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 03:01:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP (Current 26); AC 22<br><hr><br>There were two thoughts that were struggling for dominance on their way from his brain to his lips.&nbsp; The first was the obvious.&nbsp; A baron!&nbsp; Queen Aurala of Aundair would bestow upon him a barony!&nbsp; He wished his mother could see him then, at the doorway of nobility.&nbsp; The second thought was a bit more abstract, but once you knew Mr. Campbell Garrett for a while, it too was obvious.&nbsp; It was this thought that won.<br><br>&nbsp;"I hope Queen Aurala gives me a barony with her mouth on my cock!"<br><br>Garrett's display of vulgarity was emphasized with a fist pump and a thumb's up.&nbsp; Then he fell to a seat on the table, brought his hands up to the back of his head, and lay down on, giggling maniacally.<br><br>&nbsp;"Wot, I can imagine her beautiful breasts swingin' to and fro and her blond hair everywhere.&nbsp; Oh, Queen Aurala, I would say, yer' so good at sucking dick.&nbsp; How did you get so good, I would ask.&nbsp; She'd tell me that she gets trains and trains of virile youths and goes to town on em.&nbsp; And I would be psyched, because that's pretty cool.&nbsp; Women of authority are always sexually aggressive.&nbsp; She'd tear me up, now that I think about it.&nbsp; I mean, she looks so disenchanted all of the time.&nbsp; But I would put a twinkle in her eye.&nbsp; I would pound the snot out outta her.&nbsp; That lady is hotter than the sun."&nbsp; Garrett did not stop talking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 03:04:32</strong>
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				Mark looks at the Knights, his immobile metal face unable to betray his amusement at their expressions.<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"You offer this man 2,500 platinum for the safe return of your royal. How much would your reward be for the return of your royal and his ashes neatly collected in a box?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 03:14:33</strong>
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				Ithi'Ka sidles out of the room to pace the halls where there's less talk of throbbings and poundings.&nbsp; She mutters to herself in the syllables of the Drow tongue, slipping in a bit of common from time to time.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>"Vel'bol natha dosib <strong>prick</strong>.&nbsp; Usstan shlu'ta'naut z'reninth uk zhah shinder z'hin nindolen tullusas xuil nau velvel wun ukt rath.&nbsp; Ssussun pholor l' fa'la zatoast, lu' xal ol co'ce ukt nigunti'kar."</em></span>&nbsp; Pausing in the corridor, she turns to Mark-- she doesn't make eye contact, but it's clear she cares not to speak to any of the others.&nbsp; "We must speak on this--" she lifts the folio gently, still staring at the pages, "--when you have a moment..."&nbsp; she slips off throught the hall and continues her muttering.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 03:44:06</strong>
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				The Knights arcane sat wordlessly through Garrett''s display, then, without the slightest hesitation, the lead Knight surged forward with the alacrity only magic could bring and stuffed the royal into a bag of holding.&nbsp; At the same moment, one of the Knights pulled out a large scroll, and unrolled it, chanting a strange spell.&nbsp; The Knights dissapeared in a puff of smoke, leaving behind the bag of platinum.&nbsp; <br><br><br>Karrnathi military facilities are routinely warded with Private Sanctum spells, but dimensional anchor only defends the most secure areas during peacetime.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 03:51:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP (Current 26); AC 22<br><hr><br>The young man stood there with his mouth agape, pointing.<br><br>&nbsp;"Nooo!&nbsp; Yooooouuuuu aaaaarrrrrreeeee taaaaking my bread and butter!"&nbsp; And then, with a poof of smoke, they were gone.&nbsp; Garrett hopped down, walked over to the bag, scooped it up, and then said:&nbsp; &nbsp;"Those bastards!&nbsp; Those cruel bastards!"&nbsp; Then, he turned to look at the two, waved and said, &nbsp;"I'm going to have some dinner.&nbsp; See you!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 01:34:22</strong>
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				The following day, mid-afternoon, the team (except Garrett) will receive the following letter.<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7e/Parchment_Paper.jpg)<br><br>The location described is a lesser-known antechamber, once an access tunnel for food stores, the causeway is a footpath some seven feet in width, composed of hand-set stones of basalt and granite, rich with flecks of quartz and pyrite that shimmer by light-- of which there is little by midnight so far under the academy.&nbsp; Anyone arriving will meet Ithi'Ka, who sits cross-legged on the midst of the bridge, tapping a familiar wand-- Garrett's 'Dispel Magic', idly against the elevated stone walkway.&nbsp; A pool of black but for her ashen face and pale hair, she seems deep in thought, and the cracked leather folio from Major Saithe is tucked neatly under her arm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 04:49:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll59/BleachSara/ninja_anime_girl.jpg)</div>Kasumi, seemingly wearing a black doji, moving very quietly, using a candle to guide her, and leading Sam, arrives at the causeway just after midnight.&nbsp; "Here we are, Ithi'ka.&nbsp; And no Howler monkeys!"&nbsp; She speaks in a low tone, but seems quite happy for someone who's got another potentially deadly mission just days after the last one.&nbsp; Other than the fact that her mask of the panther is visable for once, and she's wearing two long dragon crystals in her hair, she looks much the same as ever.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 05:56:35</strong>
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				I follow after Kasumi, wearing a similar dogi to hers.&nbsp; I was going to go as a fairly gruff-looking laborer-type, but that would just look suspicious next to Kasumi in her dogi.&nbsp; And so, I copied her, for the most part.&nbsp; Though I ended up looking like some raven-haired assassin that swiftly reminds me why I don't like going out and about in a form with excessive breasts.&nbsp; "It's Sam," I say, though she'd probably already guessed.&nbsp; I feel a little bad about leaving Garrett out of this.&nbsp; After all, he didn't do too terribly last time.&nbsp; Even if his intentions with the girl he rescued were... less than noble.&nbsp; But, I'm not about to force the issue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 05:58:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/HK-47-7.jpg)</div><br>The first sign of Mark approaching is the ever-so-faint scent of brimstone that follows him around, followed by the audible clicks of his metal components brushing against each other. He is carrying no light, the only visible sign of his presence beyond a dim outline in the shadows of Kasumi's candle being his glowing orange eyes. If he is wearing the cloak and psicrown that he claimed from the previous mission's spoils, they are not visible.<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"Indeed. We are thankfully spared from the presence of both Breland howler monkeys and Breland howling journalists. You indicated knowledge of the Major's next assignment for us?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 13:12:43</strong>
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				Kasumi sighs.&nbsp; "Well, officially he IS our teammate.&nbsp; We'll have to include him at some point."&nbsp; She brightens.&nbsp; "Perhaps we should tell him there's an exclusive at stake, so he needs to be discrete?"<br><br>Then she shrugs.&nbsp; "If we've learned anything about Garrett from our last adventure, we can guess that he already suspects something's up.&nbsp; So you'd better start the meeting, Ithi'ka."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 16:14:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP (Current 26); AC 22<br><hr><br>Kasumi was, perhaps, giving the young man too much credit.&nbsp; Garrett had no idea of what was happening, and instead, had spent some of his free time (as you would call it) getting incarcerated again.&nbsp; You see, Garrett had something of a drinking problem which was exasperated when he hung out with his dwarven pals, the brothers Brolo and Carlos, who were themselves incarcerated this time as a matter of honor.&nbsp; The three were rejoined by a friendly guard in a game of Conquest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 22:44:11</strong>
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				"I have no intention of leaving him out," she sighs, her silvery eyes rolling to the side with a resignation something like mourning, "no, he is very admirable in combat, if not intolerable in his... appetites."&nbsp; Ithi'Ka spits over the edge of the causeway into the darkness.&nbsp; "It is simply that he cannot be made aware of this issue unless we can... er... contain the situation.&nbsp; Prevent the spread."&nbsp; She lifts the hinged side of a hooded lantern, casting a cold beam of light through the darkness.&nbsp; Clearly this is a courtesy she'd prefer not to extend, but... on the flagstones before her, the blueprints of the lab lay ready to study.&nbsp; <br><br>"The major is giving us more soldiers.&nbsp; For a short time, I am to be called a Captain for the sake of organizing the mission.&nbsp; Gives us more soldiers, gives us some broadened authority."&nbsp; She lays out the notes, the airship receipt, the folio of project documentation from Vedim ir'Omik's work.&nbsp; "Read all you care to read.&nbsp; The more we know, the better.&nbsp; We have to reclaim this hole."&nbsp; She taps the blueprints with one long, leather-gloved finger, "then intercept this ship.&nbsp; Note, its destination?"&nbsp; She touches the receipt, "Breland.&nbsp; Howler Monkey's place."&nbsp; <br><br>Standing then with the soft rustling of cloth and the grace of a shadow, she stays well away from the piercing beam of light, and walks soundlessly along the wide stone path.&nbsp; "Rekkenmark's top undead researcher defecting to Breland, we have a tricky situation.&nbsp; It must be executed perfectly, and <i>reported</i> in a way that does not get us executed."&nbsp; Shrugging, the taps her chin, the gesture barely perceptible in the diffused light off of the stones.&nbsp; "What he writes cannot be stopped, but, hopefully, we can steer it."<br><br>At that, she folds her arms under her small breasts, speaks steadily and watches them from the utter darkness.&nbsp; "Thoughts, please.&nbsp; The name me Captain for this mission, but we are team, and I value your thoughts."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 22:56:05</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2596547#msg2596547">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 01-01-2010, 16:14:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>Kasumi was, perhaps, giving the young man too much credit.&nbsp; Garrett had no idea of what was happening, and instead, had spent some of his free time (as you would call it) getting incarcerated again.&nbsp; You see, Garrett had something of a drinking problem which was exasperated when he hung out with his dwarven pals, the brothers Brolo and Carlos, who were themselves incarcerated this time as a matter of honor.&nbsp; The three were rejoined by a friendly guard in a game of Conquest.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>As Garrett sat in jail, the dwarves shuffled their peices around, playing the stereotypical defensive strategies that dwarves always seemed to fall back on when drunk.&nbsp; "Ya herd 'bout the irontown crisis?"&nbsp; Brolo asked, nearly knocking over his peices.&nbsp; "You're just mad because the mine's shut down and your ale caravan isn't going to arrive until the prices collapse!"&nbsp; Carlos yelled, leading the guard to give a sigh.&nbsp; "There's a cave in, dozens of miners trapped, and all you can think about is commodity prices.&nbsp; Just typical dwarves..."&nbsp; The guard said whistfully, as he wiped out Brolo's entire army in a single brilliant maneuver.&nbsp; <br><br>"How about a nice game of Stock exchange?"&nbsp; Brolo asked, smiling a rogueish little smile as he displayed to the guard the small game box he'd snuck in past the weapons search.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 22:59:18</strong>
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				Kasumi studies the map of the lab and assembled notes for a few minutes, before speaking.&nbsp; "I have one suggestion.&nbsp; This place has a self destruct lever inside.&nbsp; If we can reach it, the job seems actually very simple.&nbsp; The people most likely to reach it?&nbsp; She pauses.&nbsp; "Everyone in the strike team has some abilities in stealth, save for Sam.&nbsp; As these are undead we are talking about, that could be fixed by an invisbility to undead spell I think?&nbsp; This would let us get fairly far inside.&nbsp; The troops, logically, would be deployed to prevent escapes, while we set off the destruction o the facility."<br><br>She pauses.&nbsp; "This only works, of course, if we can escape ourselves once the lever is pulled.&nbsp; I see nothing here on the actual time for the complex to be filled with Lava?"&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She studies the contingency plans again.&nbsp; "We could of course escape in this 'capsule'. But does it say here how many will fit inside?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 23:15:53</strong>
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				According to the plans, the facility will fill completely with lava in two minutes and thirty seconds, starting from the exits and moving towards the center of the dungeon.&nbsp; However, the entire room the lever is in will seal off, while the facility will explode like a small volcano five minutes after the lever is pulled, expelling the heavily fortified room.&nbsp; (the resulting giant cloud of gas will apparently be vented to Fernia, which is also the principal source of the magma in the self destruct system.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 23:35:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP (Current 26); AC 22<br><hr><br>Garrett didn't seem to mind the conversation, and merely regaled Brolo (or was it Carlos?) with a litany of curses when the guard destroyed him.<br><br>&nbsp;"Aww, what the fuck!" cried the journalist, grumbling.&nbsp; Then he reclined back, almost insulted at the loss.<br><br>&nbsp;"You stupid ninny!&nbsp; The one thing you remembered to bring to the cell was a board game?&nbsp; Couldn't you have brought liquor!?&nbsp; Or maybe some narcotics?!&nbsp; I'm having a lot of trouble enjoying your company while sober.&nbsp; By the five nations, I must be the stupidest son of a bitch alive to be friends with dwarves!&nbsp; My new best friend:&nbsp; the guard!&nbsp; The guard will be my new best friend.&nbsp; What do you say, guard?&nbsp; Have you or have y--"<br><br>Here, the mischievous inker interjected with incredulity:<br><br>&nbsp;"A mine has collapsed!?!?" He rose to his feet, placing his hands on the table.&nbsp; &nbsp;"That's a story of it!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 00:14:54</strong>
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				"I am capable of a spell that could hide me, or any one of us, from the undead.&nbsp; Quite perfectly, in fact, for at least an hour.&nbsp; However... there are... caveats," I hesitate, making sure I can explain them in totality, because they're extensive.&nbsp; "First of all, the more powerful undead could resist.&nbsp; Vampires in particular are a worry.&nbsp; If I were to attack the undead, or defend myself against them in any way, the spell would end and all of them would be able to perceive me, as plain as day.&nbsp; In fact, if I were to touch any of them, at any time, for any reason, the spell would end immediately, which is the biggest concern given the likely massive number of undead in the facility."<br><br>I tap my chin, thinking.&nbsp; "Countermeasures are numerous, but possibly not adequate.&nbsp; I can and will procure a spell I know that could turn one or two of the larger zombies against our cause, though the net result against the likely numbers may be minimal.&nbsp; If I have some time, I could begin work on a more conventional defense against the unliving immediately, something that will endure the encounter," I think aloud. Decisions, decisions.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 00:28:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/HK-47-7.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"It seems most straightforward in terms of execution, once we have suitably protected ourselves. Assuming we can return via the marked capsule, it would be most efficient for us to simply drive straight down through the various layers of the facility, fending off any undead in the immediate vicinity, rather than attempt to systematically clear them out. If there are intelligent undead who have set up defenses to impede a counterattack, this will also serve to bypass those defenses and force their creators to circumnavigate their own barriers to reach us. On the other hand, it will be extremely slow going, and make extraction difficult or outright impossible if our entry route becomes blocked."</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 01:10:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi's face turns grim, and she shakes her head, then looks seriously at the Warforged.&nbsp; "Mark, if we fail, extraction is likely to be unnessary, as we will be dead.&nbsp; Or worse, undead."<br><br>She then looks puzzled for a moment.&nbsp; "There's no such thing as a Warforged Zombie right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 01:19:47</strong>
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				"Not that I'm aware of, but Mark does have significant organic components that, theoretically, probably could be brought back among the undead, with proper research and technique."&nbsp; I do a double take.&nbsp; That... was far more morbid than I wanted to come across.&nbsp; "Um... all in theory, of course.&nbsp; But we don't want to find out... how well-contained is this... 'situation?'&nbsp; If we can create a chokepoint, of sorts, and Saithe authorizes it, I may be able to create a spell to create a consecrated area that will protect us all within from the most dangerous powers of the undead.&nbsp; However, the magnitude of this effort could well be... impractical for the results."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 01:44:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"I do not contain sufficient organic composites to be successfully reanimated as any form of undead. Bones are included in my internal structural framework, but they would not be suitable for animation as a skeleton unless combined with bones from other sources, the result of which would more properly be a bone golem than a member of the undead."</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 02:29:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ithi'Ka speaks up then, walking forward with a shake of her head that causes her silvery eyes to wink out into darkness, then reappear.&nbsp; "No, this killswitch must be last resort.&nbsp; We must find the research ir'Omik has left behind, the reason he flees.&nbsp; We go to lava for quick escape if we fail, or if we cannot make our way back out."&nbsp; Reluctantly, she sidles into the light, drawing from her pouch a frayed piece of parchment.&nbsp; &nbsp;"We have another option-- to reach his laboratory, to investigate, to interrogate the sentient ones, if we must... but we require some experts."&nbsp; She lays the paper in the widening beam of light... it is a list of names, written in Ithi'Ka's slashing, awkward script, titled: 'The Blood of Vol'.&nbsp; "We can deal with these, in small numbers, and if they have something to gain by our survival."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 03:18:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi shudders.&nbsp; "I'm not comfortable with the idea of negotiating with mad men.&nbsp; But&nbsp; I will lead where you follow.&nbsp; At least me know where the man is fleeing, if negotiations prove... difficult.&nbsp; And most probably, the answers you seek will be near the 'kill' switch.&nbsp; Either way, we must go inside."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 03:24:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I agree with Kasumi.&nbsp; The Blood of Vol is not an option.&nbsp; I'd sooner clear out the unliving by brute force.&nbsp; What other options are there?"&nbsp; There is no way we'll need or want the assistance of their sort.&nbsp; Nor would it ever be worth it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 15:06:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi looks over the contingency list for a while longer before answering.&nbsp; "Well, yes. If you consider evacuating the city an option.&nbsp; Sounds messy to me.&nbsp; Otherwise, most of these plans involve tricking or bribing other groups to do this for us.". She looks around at the others by the light of the candle flame.&nbsp; Her face is calm, but her eyes are bright.&nbsp; "But anything but the two most dirrect plans involve a loss of time, and 75 people, at least, have died already.&nbsp; I favor the dirrect approach in this case.&nbsp; We seal the place up, and then go in ourselves.&nbsp; I'm quite sure, that if this had happened without the internal sabotage, those inside would have used plan A.&nbsp; It's the least costly in life and possible property damage, other than the lab, which I think we can already write off." <br><br>She looks at Sam, then purses her lips thoughtfully. "Sam, the ritual mentioned, you might be able to help with that, as a backup plan if we fail?&nbsp; In fact, from what I've read of his articles at the Library, Mr. Garrett actually has quite a bit of background in ritual magic knowlege.&nbsp; He might be able to help you with it."<br><br>She's thinking. <em>The undead hate clerics most of all.&nbsp; If we fail, Sam would die first.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 21:30:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"We have other resources," Ithi'Ka adds, sensing the apprehension in Kasumi-- though it seems more than revulsion, whether at the face of so many undead or at the idea of working with a Lich-worshipping cult, Ithi'Ka lacks the social insight to identify its nature.&nbsp; <br><br>She then pauses, studying Sam and Kasumi's matched attire.&nbsp; "Why are you two dressed this way?&nbsp; Did I miss an announcement?"&nbsp; Appreciating the change in Sam, she's a little glad for the pervasive darkness, as it grants her the opportunity to study them without fear of discovery, except for the occasional glint of her shining eyes in the flicker of Kasumi's candle.<br><br>Shaking away the thought, realizing that the question alone makes her appear stupid, Ithi'Ka tries to push past her ignorance.&nbsp; "Resources, as I said... soldiers.&nbsp; If we need to gather skirmishers in Irontown, we can... that would be pointless, I think, for they are miners, not soldiers.&nbsp; But we can transport a battalion if need be."&nbsp; She says this with her typical, cold resignation, but there's a tinge of concern.&nbsp; "I despise being so obvious.&nbsp; But if this-- chokepoint?&nbsp; We call it a <em>rinteith</em>, I believe.&nbsp; If we can sanctify one area, then the soldiers can hold it safely.&nbsp; Provide distraction, perhaps?&nbsp; And fall-back."&nbsp; <br><br>Smiling faintly again, she tips her face in consideration.&nbsp; "And what if the sentient undead have destroyed the mechanism, or have sabotaged it?&nbsp; We might be swimming in lava, too."&nbsp; With her catlike grace, she glides to the edge of the pool of light, carefully easing the bull's-eye lantern's hood away from her, and she sits gently.&nbsp; "I can move unseen from most creatures.&nbsp; Even those that <i>sense</i>, who use more than eyes and ears."&nbsp; She grins.&nbsp; "Is not foolproof, but might help.&nbsp; And we have this," she lifts with dexterous fingers, from a draw-cord pouch, the communication device they'd used on the prior mission.<br><br>"We also need weapons... consecrated arrows, vials of holy water, scrolls, wants, amulets of protection from undead?&nbsp; Many things."&nbsp; She smirks.&nbsp; "My bow needs some help against things already dead."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 23:05:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Um... well..." at mention of the matching outfits, I begin to blush.&nbsp; "Well... I <em>was</em> going to just go as a porter... but next to Kasumi, I would have looked strange and drawn attention... so I decided to match, and, um..." I decide a change of clothes would be wise.&nbsp; With a thought, my dogi turns into my usual priestly vestments, though I keep my buxom, raven-haired form.&nbsp; It seems appropriate.&nbsp; And cute.<br><br>"A-at any rate, it... it may be possible... we might be able to develop a spell to consecrate the entire facility... or a lot of it... maybe.&nbsp; It would be difficult, and expensive... but if we can, it could be powerful... but it would be expensive."&nbsp; No matter how much I try to ignore it, the idea of going against an entire facility full of the unliving is... terrifying.&nbsp; Still, I try to shake it off.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 00:13:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll59/BleachSara/ninja_anime_girl.jpg)</div>Kasumi smiles at Ithika.&nbsp; "I don't think Sam ever got around to returning her ring of comunication either.&nbsp; Also, I can enchant your arrows and Bow a bit... enough to hurt any undead who normaly require magic weapons to hurt.&nbsp; We should requisiton some silversheen as well."<br><br>As Sam blushes, Kasumi frowns slightly, then shrugs.&nbsp; "Was that your reason, Sam?&nbsp; I just wore this to blend into the shadows more, this being a secret night meeting."<br><br>She listens to Sam's plan, hearing also the nervousness behind it.&nbsp; "It sounds like a wonderful idea, expecially if the Undead start to try to break out.&nbsp; But if we use it early, won't that automatically make them try to escape?&nbsp; If I was undead, and suddenly the place I was in became holy, I would try to leave." <br><br>She then says brightly.&nbsp; "I have a little bit of a plan though... just a side thing."<br><br>Suddenly she turns herself into a copy of Sam, down to the priestly vestments.&nbsp; "The Undead are gong to want to avoid me, and kill you, Sam.&nbsp; If at some point we get into combat, we could try a fast switcheroo at some point.&nbsp; Then they would charge me, and avoid you, and I'd grow, and then... wham?&nbsp; Ashes to ashes!"<br><br>Kasumi's voice does not waver at any point during this.&nbsp; Somewhere, her confidence in herself has gotten a large boost.<br><br>She looks around at the others.&nbsp; "Anyone have any other ideas?&nbsp; Or should we start collecting supplies and the troops to depart?&nbsp; Not to mention picking up Garrett."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 23:28:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"And silver arrows," I add, "They should be less expensive than silversheen."<br><br>The teleportation idea doesn't sit well with me.&nbsp; It's not that I don't have faith in Kasumi's abilities, it's just that the idea of being surrounded by hoards of undead, only to let her take my place... I try not to shudder.&nbsp; I'm not sure I succeed.&nbsp; It's a good plan.&nbsp; It's what Kasumi does best.&nbsp; I'm just worrying over nothing.&nbsp; Best to keep to other topics, though.<br><br>"The consecration ritual may frighten the undead, but they cannot leave all at once, and if they are at chaos, it can give us the advantage we need to enter and complete our mission.&nbsp; Our allies can contain the undead for a time, while we complete our mission.&nbsp; If that is all, I believe I shall be quite busy for quite some time preparing the consecration ritual."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 23:50:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi looks after Sam as if she'd like to follow, but says instead.&nbsp; "Well, Captain Ithi'ka, any orders?&nbsp; Shall I retrieve Garrett to help with the ritual, or is there something else I can do?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 00:17:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ithi'Ka almost chokes at hearing herself addressed as 'Captain,' but manages to keep her composure with only a subtle eye-roll at the irony.&nbsp; "What aid can we give, Sam?&nbsp; If there is anything possible, please ask."&nbsp; She actually manages a small smile, almost a friendly one, before speaking to Mark and Kasumi.&nbsp; "Begin gathering soldiers.&nbsp; &nbsp;We are limited in number and space, so skirmishers and elite units only.&nbsp; No siege or cavalry.&nbsp; Please write down equipment and I will requisition or buy.&nbsp; And I can fetch Garrett."&nbsp; She rubs her jaw, her mouth open in momentary consideration.&nbsp; <br><br>"This is other problem," she utters the words with care and precision.&nbsp; "It is important he accompanies us, but we must give him no cause for mischievous writings.&nbsp; This is no easy task.&nbsp; Any ideas?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 00:42:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"We can bring him in a bag, or a box. Let him write breaking-news exclusive about the view through his air holes, if we remember them."</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 17:42:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi turns to go start collecting the fighters as requested, but she turns to answer Ithi'ka's question.&nbsp; "Tell him he'll get an exclusive.&nbsp; That we'll spill the story ourselves to all the local Bards and news sources if he leaves before the mission is complete.&nbsp; If he keeps his word... he gets the story as an exclusive." She hesitates, then adds. "The story will get out at some point.&nbsp; Giving him an exclusive will at least keep him silent until the mission is over successfully."&nbsp; <br><br>She smiles faintly then, and leaving the candle with Sam, heads out to gather the men for an early morning departure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 21:52:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ithi'Ka watches Kasumi walking away, thankful for her keen vision in this minimal light.&nbsp; She smiles furtively at what things must be happening behind closed doors with this most recent manifestation of the shifter, who seems to meld from one lovely form to the next so effortlessly..?&nbsp; <br><br>The idea becomes more distraction and frustration than amusement, she pushes it away and addresses the matter at hand.&nbsp; "I favor the box.&nbsp; But yet, exclusive is necessary."&nbsp; She spits.&nbsp; "I hope only that is enough."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 02:42:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				I ponder Ithi's offer of support carefully.&nbsp; "There isn't a great deal of assistance that be had, unless someone has a team of research assistants available... however, some help finding our reporter friend would help... and the ritual is likely to be rather expensive.&nbsp; On the order of six thousand gold, at a guess.&nbsp; If you could procure the funds from Saithe, it would make progress considerably easier."<br><br>With that, I head out.&nbsp; Though I want to catch up with Kasumi, we both have our work to do, and plenty of it.&nbsp; We will have time later, but now?&nbsp; This ritual is a massive undertaking.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 03:00:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi requisitions a Greatsword and flask of Silversheen at the armory while finding good soldiers they have worked with in the past to come along on this little journey.&nbsp; She checks with the records clerck on duty to find a list of avaliables, and as him and his seconds to write up the orders for the three hundred men Saithe has authorized.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 03:19:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi's requests for a greatsword and silversheen get through without question, suggesting that the current mission is a fairly high priority one.&nbsp; However, the records clerk informs her that the 300 soldiers assigned to the mission are already in position in Irontown, containing Ir'omik's lab.&nbsp; The most recent communication seems to indicate that the situation is under control, though the undead periodically assult the exits of the lab with battering rams and send incorporeal undead out to harrass the guards.&nbsp; As of yet, the vampires have not attempted to infiltrate the containment efforts.&nbsp; ...To the best of the soldiers' knowledge.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 05:31:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi, upon hearing this, rushes to where Ithi'ka is awaiting reports to let her know the situation, she then rushes to where Sam is, to get a possible ETA on the ritual research time, and a list of the Ritual's material components.&nbsp; Then taking that list, she heads BACK to the company Clerk to see if the list can be requisitioned.&nbsp; ((If not, she asks about the consecration ritual components instead.))<br><br>She then rushes back to update Ithi'ka, probably arriving around the dame time as the cadets with news of Garrett's incarceration.&nbsp; She offers, "I can go get him, and take him to help Sam with the ritual research, then get them both to Irontown, while you and Mark head there now to take command of the troops, and brief them for the mission.... or we could do it the other way around.&nbsp; What are your orders, Captain?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 06:57:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Seemingly perplexed and bemused by Kasumi's energy and insistence, Ithi'Ka tilts her face at the monk.&nbsp; She is either exceptionally confused at the change in Kasumi, or irritated by it... it's difficult to say which.&nbsp; "While it still escapes me how a <em>journalist </em>will help in Sam's ritual, I still need to speak to him.&nbsp; Orders are as you say, fetch him.&nbsp; Tell him I kept him in the light-- er, as you say in the dark-- not out of spite."&nbsp; She shrugs.&nbsp; "Or don't, is no matter."<br><br>She reviews the requisition list, assuming that it was handed to her first, before adding a few items and signing it.&nbsp; *case of potion jars, keg of holy water, arrows of undead slaying, and arrows of ghost touch*.&nbsp; She then hands it to the clerk.&nbsp; "Leave address with me, I will deliver the supplies.&nbsp; Too risky to have strangers carry them.&nbsp; Then, I go to Irontown."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 16:27:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi smiles, says "Captian Ithi'ka, I think you're doing a marvelous job!" and salutes, then turns to the clerk.&nbsp; "Write me up a release form for Garrett please?"&nbsp; When she has it, she jogs off again, not wanting to waste a moment.<br><br><br>Reaching the Jail, she makes certain her image is of her in full dress uniform, full rank ensignia and decorations present.&nbsp; She presents the release papers at the front desk. "We've further need of this man's services.&nbsp; He'll be released into my custody."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 02:00:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A sudden rush of fear crossed the jailer's face as Kasumi presented the letter.&nbsp; He then stepped into the back, and returned rolling up the scroll after a few moments.&nbsp; In an offhand manner, he said:&nbsp; &nbsp;"He truly is a madman."<br><br>He walked across the room to an entry barred with a jail cell door, and applied to it a long iron key from a bundle of keys at his hip pocket.&nbsp; With a loud thunk, the door was unlocked, and it was opened for Kasumi.&nbsp; The jailer extended his hand into the darkness, inviting the monk politely to enter into the depths of darkness.&nbsp; The jail was in itself somewhat uncommon, in that it had been long ago carved out of bedrock, and it was as such damp and dark, and the flicker of torchlight played games with the uneven surfaces that surrounded the two as they entered into a long hallway that contained a number of pockets that more often than not led to other hallways.&nbsp; He led her directly to the common cell that contained the journalist and his friends, looked inside, and then muttered:<br><br>&nbsp;"The devil.&nbsp; Avert your eyes, miss.&nbsp; They are not presentable."&nbsp; He grumbled as he kicked the iron bars.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Get your clothes on, you curs!"<br><br>&nbsp;"Fuck you, you mundane twerp!" replied a familiar voice. <br><br>Another voice said, &nbsp;"Can't you see we're conversin' with animal spirits!?"<br><br>If Kasumi were to glance inside the cell, she would see that the two dwarfs, a human guard and Garrett had all stripped their clothes off.&nbsp; They bore the blood of rats on their faces and chests, and had piles of vermin guts on their craniums.&nbsp; They all sat crosslegged across from one another, making something of a circle.&nbsp; The dwarves appeared to be enjoying the insane venture, but were in a bit of a pickle:&nbsp; they thought that they were tripping, but secretly considered that what was happening might be real, and as such, were mortified.&nbsp; The jailer was at once astonished and disgusted, but he could not remove himself from the situation.&nbsp; Garrett behaved as if all of this was normal.&nbsp; He had said that he had seen some creature or another do this in Xen'Drik, and as you know, everyone loves to do the things that they do in Xen'Drik.<br><br>&nbsp;"I would like the right to express my religion freely, Mr. Jailer!" Garrett said in a pissed off tone.&nbsp; Then, he noticed Kasumi standing beside him.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Monkey!&nbsp; Long time!&nbsp; What are you doing here?&nbsp; I wasn't due to get out for a few more days, and I'm not in the mood to get out.&nbsp; My editor told me he didn't want any more get-out-of-jail stories this month."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 02:36:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi, having seen many things less wonderful than a few naked men, has a calm smile as she looks at Garrett.<br><br>"I think your editor will like the exclusive we can promise you on the story I need your help with now." She guestures to the door.&nbsp; "We can go now, unless you'd care to dress first?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 02:53:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Garrett was visibly peeved at being baited by the prospect of a possible lead to an exciting, newsworthy story.<br><br>&nbsp;"What the fuck do you know about news, monk?&nbsp; I don't see you writing stories.&nbsp; I don't see you risking your neck to deliver the goods to thousands of people.&nbsp; I don't see you rolling around on the ground trying to find that one freaking word that will tie up a story completely and succinctly.&nbsp; So how the fuck do you know that I'll jump like a fucking dog at something -you- consider to be newsworthy?&nbsp; Look, I know it doesn't look like it, but when it comes to this shit, I am the fucking man.&nbsp; When you see my name on the byline, you know that I'm going to deliver.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; Because I know what's newsworthy and what isn't.&nbsp; Stop treating me like a fucking dimwit.&nbsp; I'm the smartest man in the room.&nbsp; Hell, I might be the smartest man in this good-for-nothing, piece of shit country."<br><br>He then scooped a pile of intestines and put it on his head.<br><br>&nbsp;"Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to mold a crown out of intestines."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 03:38:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi just nods thoughtfully. &nbsp;"I can't disagree with you, Garrett. &nbsp;Your stories are all testaments to your writing skill. &nbsp;Why else would I be here? &nbsp;If you were just a Breland Fool, I would be somewhere else, offering a story to someone more reliable. &nbsp;But, there is no doubt in my mind, you ARE very intelegent. &nbsp;That is why I know you will accept this offer. &nbsp;Though perhaps your experiments in alternate forms of worship, here in this fine example of Reddnmark incarceration, takes precidence. &nbsp;I would hate to drag you from such a facinating experiment, but the people of this country need your help. &nbsp;People's lives are my mantra, much as a well written and researched story is yours."<br><br>And here Garrett can easily detect that Kasumi has dropped the act.<br><br>"Of all my fellow operatives, I believe I appreciate your talents most. &nbsp;I have now read, as I said, several of your articles. &nbsp;Your talents are being wasted here. &nbsp;If you do not aid us now, more lives will be lost. &nbsp;That is not acceptable."<br><br>She is looking down at him, still calmly, but Garrett can sense her tenseness. &nbsp;"Your cooperation would be much more desirable than your coersion."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 03:53:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Words were exchanged, and none of them were pleasant.&nbsp; Garrett, being Garrett, had not been compelled by threat or reason to behave, so when Garrett marched out of that prison, it was with an unsightly blemish beneath his eye.&nbsp; He staggered behind Kasumi, somewhat disheveled but dressed in his gear.&nbsp; He didn't say much as he followed, but he looked absolutely miserable.<br><br>&nbsp;"I swear to the host that if I ever see an element-driven cart again, it will be too soon," he muttered.<br><br>(OOC:&nbsp; Sorry to speed it up.&nbsp; I just didn't think that it was in Garrett's character to do something that wasn't childish and stubborn.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 04:48:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				((As Kasumi was, in fact prepared to grab him and carry him like a baby through the streets, I don't mind the storyline advance.))<br><br>Kasumi is being very careful with Garrett now.&nbsp; "I'm so sorry about the eye!&nbsp; I never expected you to block my elbow with your face like that!"<br><br>She sounds quite sincerely distressed.<br><br>This does not mean that she ever actually let's him out of her sight as she escorts him quickly to the library room at the acadamy, where Sam is working on the Hallow ritual.&nbsp; She explains as they enter.&nbsp; "There will be quite a few Undead to deal with in this next mission, and as I became aware of your extensive knowlege of Ritual Lore, you shall be the central caster of the Hallow Ritual we hope will help us all survive the experience to come."<br><br>She smiles at Garret sweetly.&nbsp; "I'll guard you here, and during the ritual to be certain it succeeds.&nbsp; I won't let anything suck out your soul.&nbsp; My word on that."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 04:56:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Garrett let out a grunt as he fell to a seat on the ground near Sam, placing his cheek on his palm as he sat indian style.<br><br>"Aww, go fuck yourself," he muttered to the monk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 05:12:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				((Oh, the irony. :P ))<br><br>Still in the buxom, raven-haired form I'd been wearing since the meeting.&nbsp; "Thank you, Kasumi, and good evening, Garrett.&nbsp; Good to see you're having fun," I say about his fresh shiner.&nbsp; I give him a quick peck on the cheek, a spell to patch him up fairly quickly before getting to meatier matters.<br><br>"Now, then.&nbsp; In case you haven't been informed, we're going to have to invade an undead-infested facility.&nbsp; What I'm attempting to develop is a spell that can sanctify the entire region, reaching deep into the facility itself, protecting us from the most dangerous weapons at the enemy's disposal.&nbsp; I've only just started, but here's what I have so far."&nbsp; I slide the bulk of my research notes to the reporter, curious as to his thoughts on the matter as I continue poring over reference materials.<br><br>((The kiss was just some arbitrary healing spell.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 02:04:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Garrett was accustomed to random women kissing him, but he was not accustomed to people setting down gigantic tomes in front of him and telling him to work.&nbsp; His editor didn't do it.&nbsp; His mother didn't do it.&nbsp; He was hard pressed to find a reason why this woman who was unknown to him would ask him to.&nbsp; He was also a bit surprised to discover that they were prepping for another mission, and if he had anything resembling feelings, he might even feel a bit hurt.&nbsp; But Garrett didn't really care about the mission, or feelings, or magic, and he pushed the book away.<br><br>&nbsp;"Surely you are joking," Garrett said.&nbsp; &nbsp;"What makes you think I know anything about this stuff?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 02:19:58</strong>
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				Out of her pocket, Kasumi sets down an article written by Garrett on the subject.&nbsp; "Oh... no reason."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 02:35:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Garrett bit his bottom lip, then reached over, grasped the edges of the "research" and then pulled it towards him.<br><br>&nbsp;"Fine," he growled. &nbsp;"I know more about it then I let on."&nbsp; He glared at Kasumi, then lowered his eyes on the work.&nbsp; &nbsp;"... This is going to take a while, so have someone bring me some lunch.&nbsp; Preferably a thick piece of toast with three scrambled eggs, four pieces of bacon, maybe some rabbit stew and a flaggon of beer."&nbsp; He flipped through a few pages, rolled his shoulders a bit, then eased back.<br><br>&nbsp;"First, I'll eat.&nbsp; Then, I'll relieve myself.&nbsp; Then, I will perform the spell.&nbsp; But after that, both of you are going to feed me grapes and fan me with palm leaves.&nbsp; By the way," he began, pointing at Sam, &nbsp;"Who are you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 04:19:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There will be a soft knock at the door within minutes, and a box of supplies-- sans breakfast-- are left at the door.&nbsp; Kasumi's list rests on top, a scrawled "x" by each item in turn.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 17:22:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi brings them over. "Here's the Hallow materials, Garrett, Sam."<br><br>She looks over their work curiously.&nbsp; "Well this looks complete!&nbsp; What a change!&nbsp; Are you nearly ready?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 20:57:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				This man truly is incorrigible.&nbsp; "Forgotten already, am I?" I ask, annoyed with the man.&nbsp; "I am working.&nbsp; That is all you need to know.&nbsp; And you are to help me.&nbsp; So here is how the effort shall commence.&nbsp; We will review what I have developed, and pending results, we will break to sup.&nbsp; It will be a light meal, so that you have no excuse to then turn around and take a nap.&nbsp; There will be no beer on the premises; this is a sacred repository of knowledge, not a pub.&nbsp; When the spell is ready, we will go to Irontown where it will be cast and the mission will begin."<br><br>Even in the presence of Mister Garrett, I can't help but smile as I turn to Kasumi.&nbsp; "Very nearly.&nbsp; There are some details that yet need to be hammered out, where Mister Garrett can assist.&nbsp; And then... the mission can begin."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 21:23:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After a few hours of scholarly effort, the pair managed to hammer out a proper ritual, and boarded an emergency train to Irontown.&nbsp; The lightning rail skidded and crackled over the tracks, as Khorvaire whizzed by, the train making its way along the banks and curves of the Karrn river.&nbsp; Military planners in Korth plotted their every move, already one step ahead of the group when it came time to address the gap in the lightning rail line between their starting point and destination.&nbsp; The train stopped in the city of&nbsp; Vedykar, where a few gravely dressed porters from house Orien sat on the edge of the platform.&nbsp; "By order of the king, we're to give you transport; but one of you isn't going to like it."&nbsp; The lead porter said in a dark tone, pointing the assembled team towards a line of lightning carriages prepared to run the road from Vedykar to Vulyar at breakneck speed.&nbsp; &nbsp;The Orien courier put his goggles down and pulled up a pair of heavy leather gloves, quite prepared to come out with the fact that the only rail line to Irontown would redirect through the Mournland.&nbsp; <br><br>The full moon cast its light into the stained glass of the cathedral like station, illuminating a row of fresh Korranburg Chronicles, bearing the headline THE FIVE NATIONS BREAK DIPLOMATIC TIES WITH RIEDRA.&nbsp; Whatever Garrett and the rest had started, it had led to the expulsion of ambassadors from the courts of the major powers.&nbsp; Sarlona still wasn't completely outside of Khorvaire yet though; the Riedran embassies in Lhaazar, Darguun, Droaam, and Zilargo remained as healthy as ever.&nbsp; <br><br>After several terrifying and bumpy hours, the party arrived in Irontown, quickly finding their way into the advance military camp.&nbsp; An entire brigade of Karrnathi soldiers had mobilized to block off the perimeter of the town, but high command wasn't willing to risk dedicating them to the assault on the lab.&nbsp; That was for the volunteers and the elites.&nbsp; The lab had three entrances; two of them were secret trapdoors in the city, blocked off with heavy anvils secured with rope.&nbsp; The final entrance was a set of adamantine reinforced iron doors in the basement of the city keep, where the majority of the soldiers were clustered.&nbsp; The dusty wine basement had a number of tents set into it, where soldiers had been keeping up their constant vigil.&nbsp; The side entrances had smaller complements of soldiers equipped with sending wands, so that the unit could mobilize in the event that there was an unexpected breakout.&nbsp; The main entrance seemed like a much more likely bet than the side entrances though, for the simple fact that it's easier to invade on the same level than when you have to climb a ladder.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 01:32:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi took a look at the keep room.&nbsp; Seeing Ithi'ka and Mark, she headed over.&nbsp; "Sam and Garrett have the ritual ready.&nbsp; Is there a clear room somewhere above the center of the lab that we can use for the ritual?"&nbsp; <br><br>As she crosses the room, she smiles and nods to the people she knows here, noting in her own mind the men she does not know, so she can ask the Sergents about their skills.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 02:28:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-5.jpg)</div><br>Mark is visibly geared for battle again, his eyes flickering between green and their usual yellow-orange. A faint green glow emanates from the projector barrel on his wrist, its focusing lenses having been replaced after the previous mission, and his outline is just the slightest bit hazy, a side effect of his active deflection field. He is wearing the cloak collected from their last assignment, and the psicrown taken from the ambassador balanced precariously on top of his head.<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"A clarification of our intended objective would be beneficial. Do we intend to mount an active offensive after completing our protective ritual, or protect the entrances while the planar overlay is enacted?</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 02:43:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll59/BleachSara/ninja_anime_girl.jpg)</div>Kasumi shrugs.&nbsp; "I'll answer you in a second.&nbsp; Has Detect Undead been cast recently?" <br><br>As she says this, she watches for the movement of anyone nearby to leave the area.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 21:16:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				By the field-ready lighting-- green-glowing globes atop six-foot poles, set into the ground at five-meter intervals about the camp, Ithi'Ka can be seen skirting along the roads, into and out of storm-drain entrances, doorways, recessed cellars-- her position remains well behind the lines, for the moment, and she doesn't seem particularly thrilled about it.&nbsp; She's hemming along behind a dwarf, whose coverall-clad form seems all the more compact with his withdrawn focus.&nbsp; He carries a hammer on a four-foot pike of some sort and prods the ground here and there, jotting notes and mumbling over his copious beard.&nbsp; Ithi'Ka's silver eyes seem intent on what he's doing, though her arms are crossed and the frown on her face is one of pure distaste.&nbsp; <br><br>When she spots Mark, she immediately waves him over.&nbsp; She wears no special uniform, only a red armband bearing the Karn sigil flags her shadowy figure in any distinguishable way.&nbsp; "Please follow him about and make sure he doesn't get into anything that could get him killed.&nbsp; He is too important to lose."&nbsp; <br><br>As if in reply, the dwarf curses in his native tongue before addressing Ithi'Ka much as one might blather into the vacant air about him-- "Fackin' eyeless FEESH, that's what the kobolds are, little SHITES didn't know a travertine from dragonshards, and were traaaaaying to HAGGLE with ME.&nbsp; Of course, ye wouldn't understand cause your kind's gone all troggy yourselves, all your eye-gleamin' and not a shred of comprehension of the stonehalls you're trudgin' on.&nbsp; &nbsp;Like the eyeless ghost fish, eh?&nbsp; So well adapted, but so pathetically ignorant..."<br><br>Ithi'ka spits at this, one eyebrow twitching higher and higher as her fingers toy with her knife.&nbsp; "And if I have to keep following him around, he is going to meet an accident."&nbsp; She turns to Mark.&nbsp; "He is <em>engineer</em>."&nbsp; She says the word very carefully, her fury seeming to focus her need to sound more like a native common-speaker.&nbsp; "He is checking for weak-spots.&nbsp; So we have no nasty surprises."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 21:25:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-5.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"Then I shall do so, I have no further activity to embark upon until we begin. Though if I follow him around in your stead and he was to suffer an accident, how upset would you be?"</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 21:34:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ithi'Ka grins for a moment, unable to suppress the vision of the dwarf's mouth, particularly in its comparisons of her race to vermin, being silenced by a wet squelch as his voicebox melts in Mark's rays.&nbsp; She then stifles the expression.&nbsp; "He is on loan.&nbsp; We must return him alive.&nbsp; But we maybe hurt him later."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 21:41:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-5.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"You wrong me. There are many situations where living status and the possibility of an accident occurring are far from mutually exclusive. I merely intended to inquire where the boundary of 'alive' met 'unharmed', and what you might find appropriate as circumstances for the latter to no longer apply to your engineer."</span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 21:53:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She lifts her hands in frustration.&nbsp; "Spah.&nbsp; We must keep him from harm.&nbsp; He has team, they must all work.&nbsp; They need to inspect, I show him first. When team comes up, soldiers will escort him.&nbsp; He hurts himself accidentally or gets eaten by wight, and we lose the team."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 22:10:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-5.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"Then he shall remain alive and undented. Continue your inspection, engineer."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 12:57:49</strong>
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				The assembled group of soldiers at the entrance to the keep assembled into their attack groups, preparing for the difficult battle that was sure to follow.&nbsp; Sages made divinations, and gathered some sparse information about the enemy forces.&nbsp; They were vast in number, and fairly well prepared.&nbsp; As undead, the enemy soldiers will fight tirelessly, without fear or tiring.&nbsp; Fortunately, they're extremely stupid, and unlikely to be able to assume a proper formation.&nbsp; If they could be pinned down inside the facility, magic will make quick work of them.<br><br><br>Conditions inside the Facility:<br><br><strong>Dark;</strong> Units without darkvision or a proper light source suffer a -10 penalty on attacks.<br><br><strong>Constricted;</strong> Envelopment and flanking maneuvers are impossible.<br><br><strong>Narrow;</strong> All units suffer the disadvantages of being in close formation; these disadvantages are not cumulative with close formation.<br><br><br><br>Friendly Unit Statistics:<br><br><br>Bravo Company<br><br>Measure 4<br><br>HP: 44<br>AC: 15 <br>Unit Defense: 15 + Ith'ika's wisdom modifier and BAB<br>Discipline: 6<br>Stamina: 4<br>Morale: +3<br>Magic: 3<br>Melee Attack Rating: +6<br>Vanguard Attack Rating: Kasumi's Attack Modifier +3<br>Melee Attack Damage: 1d8+4 x4<br>Ranged Attack Rating: +5<br>Ranged Attack Damage: 1d8+3 x3<br>Special Characters: <br>5 pages (3 fighter/1, 2 knight/4)<br>Commander Ith'ika<br>Vanguard Kasumi<br>Wizard Sam<br><br><br><br>Attack Platoon:<br><br>Measure 3<br><br>HP: 42<br>AC: 17<br>Unit Defense: 25<br>Discipline: 8<br>Stamina: 5<br>Morale: +4<br>Magic: 3<br>Melee Attack Rating: +6<br>Vanguard Attack Rating: +11<br>Melee Attack Damage: 1d8+5 x3<br>Vanguard Damage: 1d10+4<br>Ranged Attack Rating: +5<br>Ranged Attack Damage: 1d8+3 x2<br>Special Characters: <br>3 pages (3 knight/4)<br>Knight Commander<br>Vanguard Warrior<br>Wizard Mark<br><br><br><br>Arcane Platoon:<br><br>Measure 3<br><br>HP: 36<br>AC: 14<br>Unit Defense: 14 + Garrets BAB and Intelligence Modifier<br>Discipline: 6<br>Stamina: 4<br>Morale: +3<br>Magic: 4<br>Melee Attack Rating: +6<br>Melee Attack Damage: 1d8+6 x3<br>Ranged Attack Rating: +5<br>Ranged Attack Damage: 1d6+4 x3<br>Special Characters:<br>3 pages (1 Aristocrat/4 2 Knight/2)<br>2 Warmage/5 Wizards<br>1 Commander Garrett<br><br><br>Wizard Spells:<br><br>0/6, 1/7, 2/6<br><br>0th: Acid Splash (1d3, 3 actions), Disrupt Undead (1d6, 5 actions), Ray of Frost (1d3, 3 actions)<br>1st: Burning Hands (5d4, 10 actions), Hail of Stone (5d4, 2 actions), Magic Missile (3d4+3, 2 actions), Orb of Cold (3d8, 3 actions), Shocking Grasp (5d6, 10 actions)<br>2nd: Fireburst (5d8, 10 actions), Scorching Ray (4d6, 3 actions), Flaming Sphere (2d6 for 5 rounds, 2 actions)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 16:33:57</strong>
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				Ithi'Ka turns back to Kasumi, her silvery eyes flashing with annoyance.&nbsp; Her expression softens somewhat when she meets the monk's eyes... clearly, it's not Kasumi that is the cause of her frustration.&nbsp; "Recently, yes, but before you begin we have it cast again.&nbsp; We do not want this to be known to those below."&nbsp; Occasionally, the acoustics of the tunnels carry up a dry-throated croak, echoing from far down below, where the deep chambers teem with shambling corpses.&nbsp; <br><br>She shrugs toward the main building above the lab, where a pair of black-armored soldiers stand with halberds posted between their feet, the hook-tipped steel heads straightening in salute to Ithi'Ka.&nbsp; She doesn't return the gesture, though her face tightens with annoyance at the formality.&nbsp; She leads Kasumi to a pull-ring door, and beyond waits a large foyer, its peaked ceiling held aloft by talon-like vaultings that reach up over thirty feet, where long iron chains support pale blue crystals whose cold, fair light washes the room.&nbsp; "The lab is directly below..." she gestures to one corner, "with the subchambers opening in that side, where all the activity is.&nbsp; Stairways in the connecting rooms there, lead to the tunnels down, the main gate."&nbsp; As if in reply, the rhytmic, booted footfals of trained soldiers moving in unison echoes from beyond the doors.<br><br>"What can I do to make this better for you?" she asks, her gray-skinned face turning toward the monk as she purses her dark mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 18:28:25</strong>
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				Kasumi nods and smiles softly.&nbsp; "I don't need anything else.&nbsp; I can answer Mark though." <br><br>She turns to the Droid.&nbsp; "We will not attempt a direct assault at this time.&nbsp; The home turf and conditions are too favorable too the undead, and many men would die.&nbsp; Instead, our special operations team will infiltrate to attempt the Lava reduction of their forces.&nbsp; If this proves impossible, we will begin the plane convergence, once the five of us have returned to the surface."<br><br>She looks again to Ithi'ka.&nbsp; "If you'll show Sam and Garrett where the ritual is to be held, we can finish the Hallowing, and then begin the infiltration, using one of the side entrances.&nbsp; In the meanwhile, perhaps Mark and I can reinforce the basement entrance, in case they attempt another break out when the undead below feel the Hallow's effects?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 19:33:48</strong>
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				"This is fine," she says with a curt nod.&nbsp; "I will make sure this is done... but please remember, we go in seeking more than just the kill-switch; we must search for any evidence in the lab itself.&nbsp; This man who has fled, his work is very important."&nbsp; She considers Kasumi's spoken moral motivations, and almost doesn't say the next bit... she does not intend to seem manipulative.&nbsp; However, the truth is obvious, so she will speak it fully.&nbsp; <br><br>Her delicate mouth opens again, white teeth gleaming for a moment in her ashen face.&nbsp; "He can make this happen anywhere.&nbsp; Including places that we don't want him to... places that are less prepared to defend against it... and places where they would never expect it."&nbsp; She has always seemed generally unaffected by the notion of the lives lost, but something seems to gnaw at her conscience now.&nbsp; <br><br>The sensitivity recedes into the dark shroud of her cold gaze.&nbsp; "I will find Sam and Garrett."&nbsp; She blinks.&nbsp; "What do I cal Sam, and what does he look like now?"&nbsp; She hides her present irritation with shape-shifters well enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 23:45:58</strong>
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				Kasumi answers simply.&nbsp; "Sam's still in the form you saw her in last night, and I agree with you that finding out about this mad man is of vital importance, but" and here she grins.&nbsp; "I wouldn't know a clue if it bit me in the leg.&nbsp; So I'll keep the Zombie's off you while you find your clues."<br><br>Kasumi and Mark head to the basement room to guard it while Ithi'ka leads Garrett and Sam into the Keep to cast the Hallow Ritual in a more centralized location over the lab.&nbsp; Ithi'ka quickly heads below to give final orders to her Knights leading the basement division.&nbsp; Once Sam and Garrett finish, they meet the others in the basement, and then all 5 head outside to the side entrance nearest the center of the facility.&nbsp; (If there is a difference.)&nbsp; Ithi'ka gives final orders to the two Outside division leaders.&nbsp; As they prepare to open the cover leading to the ladder down into the facility, Sam prepares and casts her long duration protective magics, and the Hide from Undead spell, her one spell hiding all of them as she touches them one at a time.&nbsp; Then, Ithi'ka leading the way, they decend the ladder carefully.<br><br>((I'm summarizing as TGT wants us to get on with it.&nbsp; Please feel free to elaborate, or change anything I missed.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 19:55:10</strong>
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				The inside of the facility was pitch dark, illuminated only by the occasional spark given off by undead soldiers dragging their weapons along the ground and their armor along the walls.&nbsp; The dry cavern smelled of rot and ozone, while steel on stone and the occasional moan punctuated the eerie shuffling of hundreds of undead feet.&nbsp; It sounded much like the benign tapping of an insect swarm, just before it bursts through the ceiling.&nbsp; <br><br>Not all of the unquiet dead were mindlessly walking from point to point, however.&nbsp; Among the zombies and skeletons stalked a number of hunched over dwarf like beings, grunting quietly in the darkness while they reached out and mauled the stale and frozen air before them with claw like hands.&nbsp; The entire place was a maze of twenty foot wide twelve foot tall corridors, worked stone in the floors and walls, with unworked and somewhat irregular ceilings on this level, save for a ten foot section of the central corridor where the ceiling blossomed upward to twenty feet, to accomidate the removal and entry of some of the larger specimens.&nbsp; Rails set into the floor of the main corridor permitted a trolley to travel to the shaft down into the deeper levels of the facility, while stairways flanked the shaft for regular use.<br><br>Count Omik's chambers were 70 feet from the side entrance, while the stairs to the next level were 120 feet from the side entrance and 190 feet from Omik's chambers.&nbsp; The sheer number of undead around requires a DC 10 dexterity check each 30 feet moved in a round to not accidentally bump into one, as well as making the entire facility difficult terrain.&nbsp; If a character moves more than 30 feet in a round, the DC of the dexterity check increases by +3 for each additional 10 feet or fraction thereof moved.&nbsp; A character levitating or jumping can avoid making these dexterity checks, but must make hide or move silently checks each round of movement to avoid catching the attention of the advanced undead.&nbsp; (normal movement does not come with these risks)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 23:28:48</strong>
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				Ithi'Ka moves to a position approximating 'point', glad for the darkness in some respect, but suddenly aware that her companions may no be suitably comfortable in the subterranean gloom.&nbsp; She makes it a point to stay close and, if possible, uses her experience at crossing unfriendly, dark terrain in order to lend path-finding aid, although in the darkness she most likely disappears in the smoke-like shadows that waft from her armor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 02:39:29</strong>
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				I pull out a wand, trying not to be afraid.&nbsp; "The blessing of the Host surrounds us," I remind everyone, but it's more to reassure myself.&nbsp; "This will keep the unintelligent hordes from noticing us for a while.&nbsp; Attack the unliving in any way and the spell will end.&nbsp; Touch the unliving in any way and the spell will end.&nbsp; If we run into any intelligent undead, it will likely overcome the spell anyways, so be ready for attack."<br><br>With that, I touch the wand to everyone, warding them and myself.&nbsp; "Alright, let's go, and again, don't touch any of them.&nbsp; If anyone sees either the elephant or the tyrannosaur, let me know; we can use them."&nbsp; I take out my light to see by.&nbsp; The undead aren't smart enough to notice, anyways.<br><br>((Using the Wand of Hide from Undead on everyone.&nbsp; Lessee.&nbsp; That's Ithi, Garrett, Mark, Kasumi, and Sam.&nbsp; Five charges, 45 left.&nbsp; 10 minute duration.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 04:55:25</strong>
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				Kasumi looks at the light, shrugs, and follows behind, moving cautiously.&nbsp; She says softly.&nbsp; "Does anyone need their weapon, arrows, or bolts enhanced?&nbsp; And are we certain the light is needed?&nbsp; Ithi'ka could lead us, and Mark could warn us of danger in time to pull out a light."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 05:03:49</strong>
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				I cringe at Kasumi's suggestion, but rewrap my light before there is too much glow.&nbsp; "You're right," I say.&nbsp; Trust is a difficult thing, but necessary.&nbsp; "But I will keep it ready... I don't like trailing along in the dark."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 05:07:48</strong>
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				Kasumi sees Sam's worry, and thinks.. hard.&nbsp; "There was a trick my master used... sometimes.&nbsp; It was like the mindlink spell you used on me, Sam, but I think... I think I can link us all.&nbsp; Would that reasure you?"<br><br>She looks at Ithi'kam Garrett, and Mark.&nbsp; "Do any of you object if I try to link our minds?&nbsp; It is form of comunication only, no inner thoughts can be read."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 05:16:06</strong>
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				"That... would help greatly.&nbsp; If I cannot use my sight, it would help to use another's."&nbsp; At that, I relax my mind and open myself to Kasumi's power.&nbsp; A... more alluring thought than I'd prefer others to know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 17:41:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-5.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"Do so at your leisure. A silent method of communication could prove to be quite beneficial."</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 23:53:32</strong>
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				Startled at the notion of having someone in her mind, Ithi'Ka stares at Kasumi with a fierce denial in her eyes that softens at the explanation... communication only, says the monk?&nbsp; She and hers do not lie, do they?&nbsp; <br><br>Blinking and quashing her initial fear, Ithi'Ka's face softens and she nods in consent.&nbsp; <br><br>"One more thing... If we must kill one-- meaning we have no choice-- then I will do it.&nbsp; I will then evade them and rejoin you, but the rest of you must stay hidden.&nbsp; If need be, take the opportunity to proceed with the mission."&nbsp; She imagines picking through catacombs choked with undead while the heat and radiant glow of lava grows stronger and closer... the fear is real, but obscured... hazy.&nbsp; Like everything else she feels.&nbsp; "Is this clear?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 01:58:19</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Fuck that noise," the reporter started, bristling now that he had been kept from doing anything remarkably awesome for the last two days.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I don't want you going into <em>my</em> head."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 02:55:35</strong>
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				((Oh, reminder.&nbsp; Garrett still has maximized Beauty's Caress up from the ritual.&nbsp; +12 enhancement to charisma for six hours.&nbsp; And he's totally hot.))<br><br>I try not to look at the now-blessed reporter as I address him.&nbsp; I'm grateful Kasumi wasn't present for the ritual; too many of my spells were cast through a kiss while he looked like <em>that</em>.&nbsp; It is... very uncomfortable, but I try to maintain my professionalism.&nbsp; "You also don't want to bump into a wandering zombie that you couldn't see and subsequently be devoured.&nbsp; You would be as blind as Kasumi and I are without the link."<br><br>And next, I turn to Mark.&nbsp; "Actually, silent communication is unnecessary; the unintelligent undead cannot hear or perceive us in any way right now.&nbsp; Truly, this is a useful spell."<br><br>And finally, Ithi'ka.&nbsp; "I do not like that plan.&nbsp; No offense, but your fighting style... it... seems to involve great knowledge of anatomy that the unliving no longer care about.&nbsp; I do not wish to split the team, and the nature of your fighting style would make it prohibitively time-consuming for you to take care of the enemy.&nbsp; In the event of an emergency, it may be better for Mark to annihilate all enemies as swiftly as possible, so that we can renew the ward immediately and continue on our way as soon as possible.&nbsp; Together.&nbsp; Our success down here is secondary to our survival; even if we do not find the evidence, so long as we can return to the surface, we can launch a full assault if need be and complete the mission that way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 03:02:19</strong>
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				Kasumi nods to Garrett, worried for the man, but unwilling to press him on such a matter.&nbsp; She smiles as Sam speaks, but does not contribute to the discusion, even if she agrees with Sam.&nbsp; Privately, she thinks SHE should be the one to lead the unliving away if thugs go badly, but instead of voicing this, she concentrates, and suddenly all of them, (Except the Reporter Extrodinare) hear Kasumi's soft, <em>Hello?</em> in their head.&nbsp; Smiling in relief, she adds.&nbsp; <em>Lead us through, Captian.&nbsp; We're right behind you now.</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 05:10:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-5.jpg)</div>Mark's mental voice is as sharp and cold as his audible one. <span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><em>I seem to have been misinformed as to a part of our plan - why has the monkey been brought along where his outbursts will inevitably destroy our element of surprise at the worst possible moment, instead of left where adults can watch him outside the catacombs?<em></em></em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 16:14:32</strong>
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				Ithi'Ka looks back at Sam with a casual reticence.&nbsp; "It will be this way because I don't have to kill them all.&nbsp; I can elude them."&nbsp; She shrugs.&nbsp; "If <i>that</i> becomes necessary, then Mark and Kasumi can kill them all when you bolster them with your impressive power."&nbsp; She smirks in a gesture that is as close to 'friendly' as the drow seems to show publicly.<br><br>She listens to the voices in her mind, fighting back the urge to shut off her thoughts or to feel enraged.&nbsp; No... this is good.&nbsp; This is her team, not... <i>something else...</i><br><br>In her mind, she answers Mark curtly.&nbsp; *Because his howling is just show.&nbsp; We won at the tower because of him, as well as you.&nbsp; Any less than we have here now, and we would have failed.*<br><br>At this point, she does not know if he heard her or not, despite his protest, so she merely locks eyes with Garrett and nods.&nbsp; "Let's go."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 21:35:03</strong>
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				((We're traveling in a weaving line, Ithi'ka, Garrett, Sam, Kasumi, then Mark.))<br><br>Kasumi thinks, <em>Sam, be ready to tap anyone who bumps into a Zombie with your wand.&nbsp; You're in the middle, so you should be able to reach anyone quickly.</em> <br><br>Kasumi's ears twitch and lengthen, taking on cat like tips, and her pupils slide into a cat like shape, then her hat of disguise masks this effect, though not her added grace. ((Kasumi uses animal affinity to add 4 dex, then I assume we can only aid one other person?&nbsp; As the highest Dex in this post, I'll aid the lowest, IE, Sam. Kasumi's first 3 aid another checks are 25 19 24.))&nbsp; <br><br>With Ithi'ka leading Garrett, she watches that Sam does not stumble into anyone, trusting the surefooted Mark to be alright.&nbsp; So cautious is she about Sam's steps, that she nearly stumbles into a Zombie herself, but straining herself to the utmost at the last second, barely pulls away without touching it.&nbsp; More cautiously, she makes it the rest of the way, following Ithi'ka to the Doctor's rooms.&nbsp; ((Dex check of 7, with a 3 from an action point, for a 10, then 18 and 19.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 22:53:20</strong>
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				Ithi'Ka blinks rapidly at Garrett, hoping that her reaction to his typically offensive demeanor is purely the result of some temporary affectation rather than some inbord, subconscious desires.&nbsp; Her eyes seem to want to blink on their own, and when she waves him closer, she has to fight back the urge to grab his hands and draw him on into the dance with the dead.&nbsp; "Come on," she says softly, her mouth tensing toward a smile that she squelches with a memory of Garrett the last time she met with him in Saithe's chambers, with the dog girl.<br><br>The memory is almost too much, and she very nearly steers him into the shrunken, waxy face of a shambling corpse before righting herself and picking her path with more care... she can't cut the corners as sharp as she'd like, ready her distances like she normally would-- overall, the exercise is quite taxing.<br><em>(Ithika's aid/dex chex are as follows: Leg 1: 5+5=10, 10+5=17, 19+5=24.&nbsp; Leg 2: 11+5=17, 9+5=14, 3+5+assist2=10)</em><br><br>When they reach the room, she starts to move with more caution, her eyes probing every shadow, her feet testing each step slowly before allowing her weight to settle.&nbsp; She is fully aware of the possibility that, should the doctor have planned this defection, he may have set more than just undead to guard his lair.&nbsp; Of course, if he was so prepared as to set a trap, she has little hope of finding useful evidence of his reasoning or his recent work.<br><br>She loves the darkness, though... and the researcher's work environment makes her feel a little piqued.&nbsp; Or perhaps it was leading Garrett, knowing that he was sharing some effort to mutually trust her... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 00:28:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-5.jpg)</div><br>Mark deftly weaves his way through the hordes, only coming close to colliding with a stiffly marching skeleton once as they make their way to the Count's chambers.<br><br><em>(OOC: 9+action point to pass, 14, 22.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 03:53:34</strong>
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				Mr. Campbell Garrett, who was not a plain gentleman but one whose cunning, charm and wile were greatly sensationalized, would not have been able to fathom himself if he had looked into the looking glass because he now appeared like a bronzen God.&nbsp; For truly, he was resplendent.&nbsp; His golden locks, which curled over his olive skin, beamed.&nbsp; His face was perfectly moisturized, his eyes, made wide and powerful and immersive by the changeling's magicks, appeared to be less arrogant than usual, but more understanding, more in tune with the cosmic oneness of the galaxy.&nbsp; Each move was accompanied by the low purr that a tiger emits before the chase, each footfall was like a featherfall on a plane of down.&nbsp; Garrett seemed less stupid now, and more regal, with a drawing gaze, an eloquent mannerism, a narrow gaze, an upturned nose.<br><br>And it would have broken a girl's heart to know that this beastly sum of the best parts of man was not interested in anything here.&nbsp; He appeared disenchanted, disengaged and remarkably bored.&nbsp; Even his agility seemed to have a sense of drollness despite his alacrity.&nbsp; He bounded easily, but with no significant effort.&nbsp; He had not noticed the drow speaking to him, about him, and aiding him because, quite frankly, Garrett was the biggest asshole this side of Land of Mourning.<br><br>((Garrett does not hand out dex boosts to anyone;&nbsp; he rolls for tumbling/balancing with a modifier of +26, and gets nothing less than a 30.))<br><br>"You guys really know how to party," he said in a tone of perpetual sarcasm.&nbsp; &nbsp;"First, a man who became a woman who became a man accosts me, kisses me, drags me here to do a stupid ritual, then forces me to hang out with the undead.&nbsp; Marvelous.&nbsp; I love how you spend your afternoons.&nbsp; Or evening.&nbsp; What time is it anyways?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 04:31:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				((9+2+2=13, 14+2+2=18, 7+2+2=11.&nbsp; Pass.))<br><br>I creep through the hoard, following Kasumi through, almost bumping into a zombie as the reporter leaps out ahead.&nbsp; It is something of a relief that it's so dark, that I don't have to look at that amazing body of his... No!&nbsp; Bad Sam, bad.&nbsp; Business.&nbsp; Zombies.&nbsp; Pay attention.&nbsp; I continue to tail Kasumi until we're more-or-less clear of the mob.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 06:27:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Count Omik's quarters were clearly marked by a brass plaque next to his door, which was closed and locked.&nbsp; It was a stout wooden door, with a polished finish and a crystal door handle, perched below a somewhat intimidating looking lock.&nbsp; No undead stood guarding the door, though they occasionally brushed by, the impotent panic of the swirling mob becoming more and more apparent with each moment.&nbsp; Though the holy energy could not destroy them, even the mindless undead sensed something terribly wrong, and behaved even more stupidly than normal.&nbsp; If anything, it made getting through the dungeon harder.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 06:33:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi frowned. <em>I was afraid of this.&nbsp; They are stirred up by the hallow spell.&nbsp; Hurry and open the door quickly, Ithi'ka, and if any come too near, I will destroy it, while Sam can ready to tap me with the wand immediatly afterwards.</em> <br><br>Saying this, she enlarges and pulls out the Greatsword to stand next to Ithi'ka, crouched, and ready to chop in half the first Zombie to look like it's path will intersect the Drow's position while she works.&nbsp; If it looks like she has the time, a bearlike&nbsp; shift of features happens, hidden by her hat of disquise. ((Animal Afinity again, Strength))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 21:22:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a curt nod, Ithi'Ka reaches into the top of her haversack and withdraws a tight-wound roll of leather, unfurling it with the efficiency of much practice.&nbsp; She examines the lock cautiously, listening and peering around the frame for tripwires, soft spots, disturbances, movement... anything to signal danger.&nbsp; The last thing they needed to do was set off ANY trap when already swarmed with undead; even a doorbell would probably set the shamblers off.<br><br>She glances up at Garrett, the flare of her eyes in the infravision startling and piercing, and her mouth twitches with some measure of frustration-- perhaps at the notion that this might be more challenging than she expected, and she suddenly does not want to be embarrassed in front of him.<br><br>Setting her breath to steady, she gives one more check of the door before setting to work with the exquisitely crafted lockpicks...<br><br>(checks-- Listen: 8+7=15, Search 15+12=27, Spot 11+10=21, add trapfinding where appropriate... in case she reads it as clean, she'll attempt to pick locks because she doesn't know Garrett <i>can</i>, unless he tells her so.&nbsp; If that's the case, she'll let him try.&nbsp; From my roll, it looks like that would be an excellent idea.&nbsp; open lock: 9+12=21.&nbsp; If that fails, AP and try again in 1 minute.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 22:58:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ithi'ka looks at the door and finds a magical trap incorporated into the door handle, suggesting that lockpicking attempts will be a bad idea.&nbsp; Placing her ear to the door, Ithi'ka couldn't make out any particular distinct sounds, though given how quiet the dead are, it wouldn't be suprising if there was something in the room.<br><br>(Ithi'ka can make a DC 10 wisdom check to abort her lockpicking action, if she wishes to.)<br><br>Also, open lock checks can be retried every round.&nbsp; (it typically takes a couple of minutes to jizzy the lock.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 23:34:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ithi'Ka hesitates with a pick and tension wrench's thin, hardened-steel tips hovering a hair's breadth from entering the lock.&nbsp; She withdraws the picks and puts them gently back into their places, staring into the lock with bitter rage.&nbsp; "Trapped," she says softly.&nbsp; "If I spring it, we have whole mess of them on us."&nbsp; She glances down the corridor, the tip of her pink tongue trailing over her dark lips.&nbsp; "He must have exited through some alternate route... a refuse chute, chimney perhaps...&nbsp; It might take hours to find it."&nbsp; She thinks back to the schematics, wondering where would be the best place to have an exit from that room.&nbsp; <br><br>((Any chance to figure it out with Knowledge- Dungeoneering?))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 23:45:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It's a DC 8 intelligence check to remember that Count Omik could have locked up his personal chambers before he left, to keep pepole from snooping.&nbsp; On the other hand, a DC 15 Knowledge (Dungeoneering) check reveals that in cases like this, it's normal for there to be some kind of warning if the trap on the door is fatal, and the door bears nothing that would warn some hapless lab assistant from brushing his hand against the door while walking down the corridor.&nbsp; Unless Omik trapped the door himself, it's also likely that the trap on the door may very well be designed to hinder undead, rather than living beings.<br><br>Standard courses of action include:<br><br>-Find the Trap Mechanism&nbsp; (a disable device check)<br>-Poke the trap with a stick<br>-Have the most durable party member set off the trap<br>-Summon a creature and have it set off the trap<br>-Cast detect magic and dispel magic on the door.<br><br>I'm also going to need a move silently check from Ithi'ka, to see how much noise she's been making searching the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 23:56:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				((would detect magic be necessary since she's spotted the magical trap, or could she just zap it with Garrett's Wand of Dispel from last adventure?&nbsp; Move Silently is checking at 19 for the moment.&nbsp; I think that the die roller wants me to suffer.))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 00:10:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dispel Magic can be deployed on the trap without the use of detect magic.&nbsp; Disable Device might also defang it, by letting you find a way of resetting or shutting down the mechanism of the trap.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 02:58:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Noticing Ithi'ka's hesitation, Kasumi hisses to Garrett, "Here's your exclusive, that's the quarters of the man who let these undead roam free.&nbsp; Inside may be the information we need to catch him.&nbsp; If you can break out of the same prison three times running, you can open that door."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 06:28:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Garrett seemed to gauge Kasumi for a moment before he glanced at the door.&nbsp; Then with a dismissing wave of his hand, he gestured for the drow to move over.&nbsp; He bent at the hip to inspect the lock, then stood upright, then inspected it again, rubbing his chin.&nbsp; He was not at all perturbed by the machination that lay before him, and indeed, he was not really thinking about the lock at all.&nbsp; Instead, he was thinking about how annoying Kasumi was.&nbsp; Who did she think she was speaking to?&nbsp; Some half-minded halfwit who chased after a carrot?&nbsp; This carrot could not be chopped, sweetened or stewed to make it palatable, much less newsworthy--&nbsp; but Garrett gave unlocking the door his best effort.&nbsp; A simple jiggle here, a simple jiggle there, and then he withdrew.<br><br>&nbsp;"This is becoming something of a regular affair," he murmured.&nbsp; &nbsp;"There lurks here something that appears to be impossible!&nbsp; Mr. Garrett, won't you come and engage the impossible?&nbsp; There's something newsworthy in it."&nbsp; He rolled his eyes.<br><br>((Garrett rolled a 19, with a +31, making it an even 50.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 09:51:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The lock barely even had time for Garrett's picks to get inside it before it obliginly popped open, black magic sputtering helplessly as the door gave up its secrets.&nbsp; Beyond the door, there was an L shaped chamber, arranged at a diagonal to the door.&nbsp; To the right stood two clawed and hunched over undead monsters.&nbsp; To the left sat a pale woman in a flimsy and lacy black dress, poring over some ancient tome while a black staff perched on her back.&nbsp; She didn't seem to notice the intrusion.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 14:47:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Everyone inside, quickly!</em> Kasumi thinks as a passing zombie comes close.&nbsp; Once everyone is inside, she closes the door behind them, and thinks again.&nbsp; <em>How shall we deal with this?&nbsp; Attack together, or allow Sam to turn them?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 15:18:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Without intending to do so, Ithika lets a mental phrase through the link she's sharing with the others, more like something she's blurted out than something she's intentionally replied.&nbsp; <i>You do the impossible with me and I'll <b>make</b> it newsworthy....</i> her communication suddenly goes silent as her cat-like eyes widen, refusing to meet those of anyone else in the party.&nbsp; She doesn't even compliment Garrett as he completes his task with such ease that the drow, who picked her first lock before the reporter was even born, looks like a clumsy buffoon.&nbsp; She simply looks into the room.<br><br>She quickly ascertains that the contents of Omik's chamber now include two beasts and a woman, and while course would normally dictate that they unleash hell on everything within, Ithika immediately assumes that any undead intelligent enough to read a book must be worth interrogating.&nbsp; She readies her bow with the swift assurance of a practiced hunter, selecting from her quiver one of the few unique arrows she carried-- an exquisitely carved, black-shafted arrow etched with arcane runes... certainly of Karrnathi origin, she seems to have some confidence that this arrow will do some good against the undead... <br><br>She nocks it, leaving the lock-picks where they are for the moment, and lines up a bee-line for the back of the pale woman's head.&nbsp; <i>She may have information,</i> Ithika sends through the link, <i>I will prepare a kill-shot, just in case.</i>&nbsp; She creeps silently as she moves deeper into the room, just in case the spell is insufficient to hide from her...&nbsp; &nbsp;<i>Get ready to waste the beasties.&nbsp; We shall interrogate the vampire... or whatever she is.</i>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 16:42:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi places herself 10 feet away from the two clawed hulking undead, and takes a moment to enchant the blade, then, silversheen's the edge to be certain.&nbsp; She thinks to Mark.&nbsp; <em>Take an angle in which you can hit them both, then fire.&nbsp; I will then follow up with my attack while you aid by single targetting.</em><br><br>She glows a dull white then, preparing a final ability.&nbsp; ((Cleave from Skin of the construct))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 19:25:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-5.jpg)</div><br>Mark says nothing, but gives a curt nod of acknowledgement. Switching his projector to a wide-angle beam, he neatly sidesteps into position, ready to unleash disintegrating doom on the clawed monsters as soon as everyone is in position (or as soon as Garrett says something and gives the group's position away).
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 21:24:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the group entered count Omik's chambers, a tiny pot bellied demon crawled up from the floor, glaring at the group while the girl in the chair dismissively glanced over at the offending group, while the two beastly undead stalked towards them, foul intent obvious in their eyes.&nbsp; "I would appreciate it if you lot didn't make so much noise.&nbsp; Some of us are trying to study."&nbsp; The woman said, her slender wrist reaching for her stout black cane.&nbsp; <br><br>"But since you're going to be dead soon anyway, care to explain why you're here?"&nbsp; She said, her demon and minions moving ever closer to the party.&nbsp; "Ahh... but where are my manners?&nbsp; I am Nergassa Ir'Omik, firstborn and forsaken daughter of the count, and unless you come in the name of Eradis Vol, we really have very little to discuss."&nbsp; Nergassa said with a distinct menace, sitting relaxed in her chair while lightly gripping her black staff at a slight angle in her right hand.<br><br><br><br>If the party attacks, Nergassa gets a 14 for initiative, her minions get 16s, and her demon gets a 20.&nbsp; Cone attacks will either affect Nergassa and her demon, the two minions, or a minion and the demon.&nbsp; Nergassa currently has an abjuration, a strong abjuration, and a transmutation active.<br><br>Finally, Kasumi only has time to enchant or silversheen her sword, because the undead became aware of her immediately as she entered.&nbsp; (though the mindless undead still don't know what's going on.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 01:30:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Wait.&nbsp; We do not want to attack just yet.&nbsp; She may be an abomination, but she is intelligent.&nbsp; Parley may be wise.</em>&nbsp; I step forward (but not far) to speak, making sure the symbol of the Sovereign Host is featured prominently.&nbsp; "Good day to you, Madame Ir'Omik.&nbsp; I suspect you have a sufficient idea of who we are and why we are here, but I do believe there shall be enough violence for everyone soon enough without things becoming uncivil here.After all, you must know the disadvantage you would be at waging war on holy ground.&nbsp; Perhaps we could come to more amicable terms?"<br><br>((Diplomacizing.&nbsp; 19+14=33.&nbsp; Sweet.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 05:50:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the pale woman speaks, Kasumi uses the silversheen on her Greatsword, and as Sam speaks, she concentrates to energize the weapon further, if she has time.&nbsp; She keeps Sam covered while the Cleric speaks, making certain that the woman and her demon, and two undead pets, must provoke an attack from her to reach Sam.&nbsp; ((I assume they do not enter her reach immediatly.&nbsp; If they DO enter Kasumi's reach, let me know?))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 08:51:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nergassa leaned back in her chair, craning her head backwards to take an upside down glance at the intruders.&nbsp; "I don't mind a discussion, but I don't see what we have to discuss.&nbsp; You're barging in here to kill and maim and probably rob and steal, while I'm just sitting around minding my own business trying to create a zone of magical desecration to get out of your stupid holy aura of suck, and for what?&nbsp; All for this stupid dream of a world filled with death that I don't even really personally agree with but what does it matter I'm an undead monster and we're going to be fighting each other soon so why bother.&nbsp; In all likelyhood it's all just going to end with me floating around as a vapor and being all angrymaking while you lot all go and loot through my father's stuff and I'm sure you're not even listening any more because I'm so boring and don't need to pause for breath anymore so maybe I should just use this fancy staff and make you all dead before I even feel the slightest bit threatened."&nbsp; The girl said all in one breath, becoming painfully incomprehensible with her barely broken speech.&nbsp; &nbsp;She sat up and tilted her head a full 90 degrees, tilting it even a little further to crack up her bones.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm ready to fight, I think."&nbsp; She said, taking the chance to limber up her legs by tilting them up all the way over the edge of her chair, likely resulting in a prurient display from the perspective of anyone under the desk.&nbsp; The two undead minions simply sat at attention, their red eyes glowing with malice towards the living.&nbsp; The most notable feature of the stocky creatures was their claw like hands, and how dirty and foul smelling they were, even for undead.&nbsp; Only plague spreading undead smelled worse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 13:11:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				((Well, the diplomacy check at least allowed me to fully prep... thanks!))<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll59/BleachSara/ninja_anime_girl.jpg)</div>Kasumi, who has been quietly preparing for battle during the Vampire's monologue, wastes no more time.&nbsp; <em>Now, Mark, before she uses that staff.&nbsp; Aim your cone to hit the minions, then focus on her.</em><br><br>Kasumi then steps forward slightly, and attempts to slap the staff out of the Vampire's hand with her great sword.&nbsp; ((Init 26, attack 27, provoking an AoO from the Vampire, though Kasumi's AC vrs her is currently 32.&nbsp; Then a second disarm if the first fails, or a move action to kick the staff to Garrett, if the first disarm is successful.&nbsp; Being that Kasumi is using a two handed weapon, is larger size, and the staff is not a melee weapon, I'm betting on success.))&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 18:41:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"If I were sitting around doodling and some aggressive, albeit handsome, adventurer types came barging in, I'd be pretty upset, too," he said with a grin.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Sorry, Ms. Undead Lady, but come on.&nbsp; Who wants to pilfer this junk?&nbsp; It's last season."<br><br>He then outstretched his hand, placed it on the drow's shoulder, retrieved two scrolls and read one after the other.<br><br>&nbsp;"Swift, swift, ever swift, betide times sent adrift," he said, filling Ithi'ka with a sense of urgency.&nbsp; Then, he recited another line, but in dwarven, this time filling Ithi'ka with a sense of competency.<br><br>OOC:<br><br>Garrett rolled a 16 initiative.<br><br>All Participants are under the following effects:<br><br>+12 to INT checks.<br><br>Haste (Extra ATTACK at full BAB during full attack action; +1 to ATK, +1 to AC, +1 to REF;&nbsp; extra movement of +30 ft.)<br>Effects last for 6 rounds, but will dissipate if characters move out of 30 ft. range).<br><br>Ithika is under the following effects:<br><br>Heroism (+2 to ATK, +2 to saves and +2 on skills).
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 20:52:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-5.jpg)</div>HP 51/51, AC 22<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"Then we fight."</span><br><br>Maintaining his focus on the pair of slavering undead servants, Mark's wrist-mounted weapon flared, bathing them in destructive energies. Simultaneously, he scans through his stored data for anything regarding the pot-bellied creature.<br><br>OOC:<br>Initiative 16., +5 mod to break ties with the minions.<br>Vitriolic Cone on the two minions for 14 initial acid damage, reflex DC19 for half. 10 additional acid damage to each at the start of my next turn.<br>Also, 21 on a Knowledge: The Planes check regarding the demon, +12 from Garrett's aura for a total of 33.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 00:08:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP (Current 26); AC 27<br><br>Spells in Effect:&nbsp; Shield Other, Haste<br><hr><br>Garrett cracked his knuckles, then went to work.&nbsp; He produced another scroll, read it, became somewhat wonky with his mimicry, murmured a few arcane pleasantries, and blue prisms surrounded him, then moved to surround Kasumi.<br><br>OOC:&nbsp; As his action during the first round of combat, Garrett casts Shield Other on Kasumi, giving her a +1 to AC and saves, and Garrett will assume half damage if Kasumi becomes injured.&nbsp; This lasts 4 hours.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 03:43:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				((Adding in my action point for that first disarm attempt.&nbsp; Does a 32 disarm her?))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 04:03:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The staff went flying out of the vampire's grasp, landing near Kasmi's feet.&nbsp; Angrily, the monster lashed out with its claws, making a special effort to dig into Kasumi's vulnurable flesh.&nbsp; The vampire's raking claws deal 11 points of damage, but fortunately don't cause any energy drain, thanks to the holy ground.&nbsp; (vampire used an action point)<br><br>A second later, the vampire's pet demon filled the room with a horrible miasma, hoping to reduce the intruders to coughing fits while they were cut down.&nbsp; DC 14 fort save or be sickened for 1d4+1 rounds and lose standard actions.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 04:24:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((ummm... initiative, surprise attack, arrow of undead slaying?&nbsp; For save added an AP for 18 including Garrett's aid.&nbsp; Init 21.&nbsp; Attack roll 27 (point blank shot, Garrett's bonus, etc.)&nbsp; Use magic item 18 to activate the arrow of undead slaying.&nbsp; Damage 1d8 rolled a 6, so figure that up with point blank, sneak attack if applicable, magic bonus, slaying effects dependent on target save, etc. and decide if omik's girl still has a leg to stand on, please?))<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 04:27:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Though I wish it didn't have to come to this, it is inevitable.&nbsp; I draw a rod from my sack, readying a spell that should incinerate this menace in a single burst.&nbsp; <em>Please let this work.</em><br><br>((I use the rod [drawn from the haversack as a move action] to maximize Searing Light [cast via Spontaneous Domains], then apply an action point to boost my chances to hit.&nbsp; First d20 roll was a 4, but I use my Luck domain reroll for the day.&nbsp; 15+4+5=24, touch attack.&nbsp; 48 damage.<br><br>((Edit: Sam did make the save.&nbsp; 16+6=22.&nbsp; I'd posted it in OOC.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 04:28:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Just a slight modification, as Kasumi hadn't actually finished her round yet... but when Ithi'jka does shoot, TGT implied a 27 would miss her.))<br><br>Kasumi sweeps the staff out of the Vampire's grasp, then struck a second time, her Great Sword Reaching out to damage the nearest of the Claw'd undead.&nbsp; Then, lightly jumping back out of range of the monsters, awaits their attack, which comes, as the Vampire strikes.&nbsp; Kasumi's blade whips across faster, but the Vampire still reaches her, taking away the protection her Construct aura gave her, and wounding both her and Garrett slightly.&nbsp; <br><br>((27 attack, 14 damage.&nbsp; If this kills it, it's partner gets a cleave, 24 to strike, 16 damage.&nbsp; She then steps back 10 feet, using Hustle, so that when the Vampire Rushes her, she gets an AoO... a 23, which I assume misses?&nbsp; Then 5 points is taken from temp hp, and the other 6 is split between her and Garrett.))<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 04:42:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP (Current 36); AC 27<br><br>Spells in Effect:&nbsp; Shield Other, Haste<br><hr><br>Electric energy sputtered before him as a very real blow struck him.&nbsp; He rubbed his face with his forearm and shouted:&nbsp; &nbsp;"Come on, monkey!&nbsp; Don't just stand there!"&nbsp; <br><br>Meanwhile, he charged towards the vampire, attempting to conjure a reasonable plan to take her out.&nbsp; Garrett assumed a great deal of mass in the progress of his charge, and it all forcefully dissipated at the point of his dagger's strike.<br><br>OOC:<br><br>Garrett charges towards the vampire; he attacks with a 16 total.&nbsp; If he does damage, it would be for 14 damage. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 04:43:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The arrow of undead slaying failed to fly true, deflected by a magic force which sent it on a course for the nearest wall.&nbsp; Have action point to use?&nbsp; (need to get a 3 or higher on action point roll)<br><br>The undead minions 14 and 7 damage from the acid cone, with an additional 10 at the top of the order.&nbsp; They then attack Mark, the more damaged one getting a 26 on his attack roll for 11 points of damage on a hit, and the less damaged one getting an 11 on his attack roll.&nbsp; <br><br>Hissing with anger, Nergassa Ir'Omik waved her hands and launched a wave of necrotic energy into the room, filling the air with spine chilling fear.&nbsp; All party members not immune to fear must make a DC 21 will save or run away panicked.&nbsp; Those who make their saves suffer a -2 penalty to attack rolls, saving throws, and skill checks from fear.&nbsp; <br><br>(Assuming Sam makes her save) Meanwhile, Sam's death ray lances into the vampire, exposing her skeleton and dealing catastrophic damage, leaving her face mostly melted off and her body an indistinct blob of necrotic bloat.&nbsp; Yet, the vampire was still standing, and very, VERY, angry.<br><br>Four additional strong minion undead pour into the room, murder on their minds.<br><br>26: Kasumi disarms the vampire.<br>21: Ixy fires a deathbow shot. <br>20: Demon casts stinking cloud.<br>16: Mark fires disintegration rays.<br>16: Garrett&nbsp; charges the vampire<br>16: Minion 1 charges Mark.&nbsp; 14 damage +10 top of order<br>16: Minion 2 charges Mark.&nbsp; 7 damage +10 top of order<br>14: Nergassa Ir'Omik casts Fear.&nbsp; 48 damage<br>5: Sam casts searing light.<br><br>4 additional minion undead join battle, with initiatives of 3, 3, 12, and 18.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 04:58:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Garrett has a 16 initiative.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 06:05:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2668925#msg2668925">Quote from: The Great Triangle on 25-01-2010, 04:43:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The arrow of undead slaying failed to fly true, deflected by a magic force which sent it on a course for the nearest wall.&nbsp; Have action point to use?&nbsp; (need to get a 3 or higher on action point roll)<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>((Nope.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 06:41:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Second round of combat begins.&nbsp; Here's what the initiative roster looks like:<br><br>26: Kasumi <br>21: Ixy <br>20: Demon<br>18: Minion 3<br>16: Mark (panicking)<br>16: Garrett <br>16: Minion 1 24 damage<br>16: Minion 2&nbsp; 17 damage<br>14: Nergassa Ir'Omik&nbsp; &nbsp;48 damage<br>12: Minion 4<br>5: Sam <br>3: Minion 5<br>3: Minon 6
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 19:44:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi shudders, but does not flee.&nbsp; Instead, she steps to the most advantageous spot, and sweeps her enormous blade through the Vampire and her closest minion.&nbsp; ((21 will save, 27 to Strike the Dretch for 20 damage, 30 to strike Vampire for 7 damage, ugh, bad roll.&nbsp; The Blade is enchanted and silvered.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 22:24:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ithi'Ka practically disappears from sight in a flurry of shadow as she flees.&nbsp; ((out of APs, but thanks for the attempt to bolster my saves.&nbsp; I just fail at this part, apparently.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 03:39:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP (Current 36); AC 27<br><br>Spells in Effect:&nbsp; Shield Other, Haste<br><hr><br>Garrett takes a quick swipe at the undead vampire, and then vaults backwards, bounding fifteen feet back until his back is against the wall.<br><br>&nbsp;"Crap!" he says.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I have absolutely no clue about what to do.&nbsp; You better tell me where you need me, monk, because I'm about to go help that bucket head before his helmet gets dented!"<br><br>OOC:&nbsp; 26 ATK, 12 DAM if successful;&nbsp; Garrett rolls an over 30 Tumble Check to get 15 feet away from the vampire lady.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 10:06:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Grab that Staff, get to the door, and lock it again!."&nbsp; Kasumi says, wishing she could just say it telepathically.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 18:40:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi's mighty fists of fury hurled the demon through Count Omik's desk, causing it to vanish back to Khyber in a puff of smoke.&nbsp; The vampire did no better, and assumed smoke form to escape to its coffin.&nbsp; The Minion undead charged in and began to try and hack away at the heroes with their sharp claws, hissing all the while.&nbsp; <br><br>(Minions attacking Sam get an 18 and a 27, striking for 13 points of damage if they hit.&nbsp; Minion attacking Ith'ika gets a 23, striking for 15 points of damage on a hit.&nbsp; Minion attacking Garrett gets a 22, striking for 15 points of damage on a hit.)<br><br>Relative Positions will be updated at begining of next round.<br><br><br>26: Kasumi attacks <br>21: Ith'ika flees in terror<br>20: Demon gets knocked through a desk<br>18: Minion 3 attacks Ith'ika<br>16: Mark flees in terror<br>16: Garrett attacks a minion (and grabs the staff if he likes)<br>16: Minion 1 36 damage&nbsp; Attacks Sam<br>16: Minion 2&nbsp; 17 damage&nbsp; Attacks Sam<br>14: Nergassa Ir'Omik&nbsp; &nbsp;Vanishes in a puff of smoke<br>12: Minion 4 Attacks Garrett<br>5: Sam Action Pending<br>3: Minion 5 Action Pending<br>3: Minon 6 Action Pending
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 20:43:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-5.jpg)</div>HP 40/51, AC 22<br><br>Despite the vampiress's 'demise', the effects of her magic still lingered in Mark's artificial mind, scrambling his thought processes and inhibiting anything approaching normal function. Unable to form coherent thoughts, his automatic self-defense protocols took over, and the odor of brimstone filled the room as his flight boosters fired, launching him upward and away into the highest accessible corner of the room, followed almost instantly by a string of pops as he detonates a salvo of smoke grenades to obscure himself.<br><br>OOC:<br>Retreating to maximum height and the furthest corner of the room from where she was, activating my Fog Cloud ability. If it's a 20ft. room, everything now has Concealment versus enemies 5ft. away, Total Concealment versus enemies further away than that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 20:46:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi with a mighty swing, attacks the minions passing her to attack the others.&nbsp; ((Not sure how many AoO's I'm getting besides the ones on Sam's attackers... depends how close to me the others are... I suspect Garrett is right behind me, as he just asked me a question, so I'll add in an AoO for his opponent as well... I'll erase it if I'm wrong. Also, the one attacking Ithi'ka may or may not have had to pass through my threatened hexes... let me know?<br><br>24 Strike on Minion 1 for 16 damage, 23 Strike on Minion 2 for 16 damage. 33 Strike on Minon 4 for 16 damage, 25 Strike for the Cleave I suspect I'm getting from killing minion 1, used on minon 2 for 13 damage.... and yes, I just rolled a useless nat 20 to strike.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 21:48:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((AC17 means I'm hit.&nbsp; That 13 damage was total, right?&nbsp; 25/38 HP remaining.))<br><br>As the vampiress and her demon fade, the situation becomes slightly less dire, even in spite of the demons now trying to devour my arm.&nbsp; Yet these creatures are little threat.&nbsp; &nbsp; I hold the symbol of the Host tightly in my bloodied hand and whisper a prayer.&nbsp; These fiends won't be bothering me for long.<br><br>((Turn Undead, no boosts save the Hallow effect.&nbsp; For the turning check, I get a 6 and a 1.&nbsp; +2 charisma, +4 Hallow.&nbsp; 6+1+2+4=11.&nbsp; Rin's a level 5 Cleric, and off the table a result of 11 means critters of my level, meaning I affect up to 5HD undead, and destroy up to 2HD undead.&nbsp; Turning damage comes up 6 and 4.&nbsp; 6+4+5+2+4=21 HD of undead affected.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 21:58:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The undead abominations seemed unfazed by Sam's prayer, a couple more making their way through the door and dashing at the cleric with her holy symbol, the blood they had already drawn sending them further.&nbsp; One of the monsters had a rendition of the Karrnath natinal crest and the word "Entomber" tattooed in bright yellow letters on its body, almost certainly the project name.&nbsp; <br><br>(2 attacks of opportunity from Kasumi, plus the two she already owes the entombers that attacked Sam)<br><br>26: Kasumi attacks <br>21: Ith'ika flees in terror<br>20: Demon gets knocked through a desk<br>18: Minion 3 attacks Ith'ika<br>16: Mark flees in terror<br>16: Garrett attacks a minion (and grabs the staff if he likes)<br>16: Minion 1 36 damage&nbsp; Attacks Sam<br>16: Minion 2&nbsp; 17 damage&nbsp; Attacks Sam<br>14: Nergassa Ir'Omik&nbsp; &nbsp;Vanishes in a puff of smoke<br>12: Minion 4 Attacks Garrett<br>5: Sam turns undead<br>3: Minion 5 attacks Sam&nbsp; attack roll 12<br>3: Minon 6 attacks Sam&nbsp; attack roll 28, damage roll 15
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 01:46:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi tries to cut down the next two monsters rushing Sam, then moves to the fore, says, "Sam, just defend yourself as best you can!" and sweeps the room with her Greatsword.&nbsp; ((Obviously she can hit at least 4, so I'll start with those, and add some rolls if I can hit more with my 30 foot swing.))<br><br>((Her AoO's strikes are 16 vrs m5 for 13 damage and 16 vrs m6 for 9.&nbsp; Lousy.&nbsp; &nbsp;But then her Whirlwind attack... 14 vrs m1 for a miss, 27 vrs m2 for 12, 28 vrs m5 for 18, and 31 vrs m6 for 19 damage... though these attacks may be on different minions, if m1 died on my last AoO three posts ago, and I then killed m2 with the cleave... then this Whirlwind attack would probably be on a different group?&nbsp; Though I could be wrong.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 03:35:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP (Current 36); AC 27<br><br>Spells in Effect:&nbsp; Shield Other, Haste<br><hr><br>The brash and brazen reporter retrieved the staff by kicking it up into his empty hand.&nbsp; Then, as instructed, he rushed towards the open door, put his shoulder into it and attempted to shove it closed.&nbsp; ((STR check 14)) <br><br>OOC:<br><br>Please note:&nbsp; if both of the frightened characters depart, Garrett will not close the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 21:31:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ithi'Ka spins away from on of the eyeless undead's raking talons only to be rent across the back by another.&nbsp; There's a spatter of blood on the stones where she was first struck, and the only feedback from her mind is a voiceless, wordless flare of terror.&nbsp; She crouches back into the corner in a crouch, her hands splayed on the ground before her as she prepares to dart into any given direction, away from anyone or anything.&nbsp; (action: complete dodge for the next 7 or so rounds)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 03:04:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I whimper and curl up into the fetal position as the whole 'repulse the evil zombie hordes' thing doesn't pan out.<br><br>((Total defense.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 03:12:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.britsattheirbest.com/cr_actor_keith_ledger.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP (Current 36); AC 27<br><br>Spells in Effect:&nbsp; Shield Other, Haste<br><hr><br>Garrett appeared concerned for the welfare of the drow, and so took up a scroll and read from it to cast the following spell:<br><br>Deathwatch. <br><br>Meanwhile, he reached behind him and locked the door.<br><br>OOC:<br><br>Garrett wants to know specifically how well Ithi'ka is doing HP wise, and if it's lower than 20, Garrett is bee-lining towards her. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 21:57:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Drow's eyes are huge, white visible the full way around the silvery irises and glistening, huge pupils, as she scuttles further into the corner.&nbsp; Her mind is screaming with terror loudly enough to mute the searing hot point of fury and shame deep inside.<br><br>((She's at 14, a little less than 1/2 full health))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 22:07:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The remaining undead in the room charged the party, the monster with the tattoo breaking off to strike at Ithi'ka, opening up a hole in the ground as it sliced at her with its claws, hoping to hurl her deeper into the facility.&nbsp; As Kasumi spun around with her greatsword, pieces of the undead went flying around the room, splattering it with gore and necromantic reagents, causing nearby bedding to melt while the entire room filled with a gravedirt incense stink.<br><br><br>26: Kasumi attacks <br>21: Ith'ika huddles in terror<br>18: Minion 3 attacks Ith'ika&nbsp; &nbsp;attack roll 29, damage roll 14&nbsp; Make a DC 17 reflex save or go down a dungeon level.<br>16: Mark flees in terror<br>16: Garrett casts Deathwatch<br>16: Minion 1 goes to pieces<br>16: Minion 2&nbsp; gets loved to little bits<br>12: Minion 4 Attacks Garrett&nbsp; attack roll 24, damage roll 10&nbsp; &nbsp;(16 damage)<br>5: Sam goes catatonic<br>3: Minion 5 attacks Sam&nbsp; attack roll 18, damage roll 13&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(18 damage)<br>3: Minon 6 attacks Sam&nbsp; attack roll 26, damage roll 11&nbsp; (19 damage)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 23:12:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ithi'Ka leaps straight into the air with lepedine quickness, and when the but in her panick her reflexes are more an animal reaction than a tactical maneuver.&nbsp; The noise of fury and terror in her fades suddenly as the beast hulks its mass behind the blades, driving her down toward the ground.&nbsp; For a moment, she rag-dolls from upright to uprighted, one foot trailing behind her path down and flailing helplessly as she drops at a speed faster than a normal fall.&nbsp; There's a mist of fresh red spatter, and she's gone from view into the dark below.<br><br>((is going down a dungon level, apparently unconscious with 0 hp in addition.&nbsp; On the plus side, at least she's not panicked any more!))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 00:27:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi seeing Ithi'ka fall, and Sam near death, attacks with a fury, whirlwinding the three remaining undead in the room.&nbsp; "Sam, heal yourself!&nbsp; Garrett, go after Ith!" she shouts desperately.<br><br>((strike of 21 on the minion near Garrett for 12 damage, Strike 29 on Minion 1 attacking Sam for 14 damage, Strike 29 on minion 2 near Sam for 13 damage.))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 02:36:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP (Current 36); AC 27<br><br>Spells in Effect:&nbsp; Shield Other, Haste<br><hr><br>Garrett was doing his best at avoiding the undead warrior's blade, his body swaying loosely at his hips, arching backwards, underneath the beheader and widower.&nbsp; He heard Kasumi's rushing footsteps, and felt the force of her impact against the nightmare creature that stood before him, and it still echoed in his ears when she cried her command.&nbsp; <br><br>He nodded at Kasumi.<br><br>Without delay, the young man sprang forward, tucking and rolling unto his feet beyond the minion's grasp, leaped over another minion, tapped his shoulders to get a bit more height in his leap, and swan-dived after Ithi'ka.&nbsp; He landed easily since he was equipped with a ring of feather fall.&nbsp; Crouching low, Garrett removed the most auxiliary magic scroll in his possession:<br><br>&nbsp;"Lapped blood, course forth, into thine wound!" he cried, as he placed his hand on Ithi'ka's forehead.<br><br>((OOC:&nbsp; Garrett casts Cure Critical Wounds from scroll;&nbsp; cures 28 HP immediately.))<br><br>((OOC:&nbsp; 33 for Tumble; 40 for Jump check; +35 for use magic device.))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 20:53:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((One hit, one miss.&nbsp; 6/35 HP remaining.&nbsp; This round, Swordsage AC comes into play, making Sam considerably harder to hit.))<br><br>The fetal position, it fails me.&nbsp; Yet still, I must endure, I must survive.&nbsp; But... how?&nbsp; These creatures are so relentless, so merciless.&nbsp; And then, a plan forms.<br><br>With but a thought, I blink out of existence, reappearing a few feet away.&nbsp; I draw a metal strip from my pack and with a word, the floor seems to stretch up and envelop me in an impenetrable stone defense.&nbsp; <em>An illusion,</em> I alert my comrades.<br><br>((Alright.&nbsp; Swift action to use the Anklet of Translocation to teleport 10', to somewhere a little further from the zombies.&nbsp; Move action to draw the Minor Schema of Silent Image, and a standard action to use it to create the illusion of a protective stone bubble around Sam.&nbsp; DC11 will save to disbelieve, but mind that requires interaction first.&nbsp; And Sam keeps on top of the action through Kasumi's senses via the Mindlink.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 14:25:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP (Current 36); AC 27<br><br>Spells in Effect:&nbsp; Shield Other, Haste<br><hr><br>But instead of tumbling down a level, Garrett felt only earth, and he thus curled into a tight ball, rolled over the ground, and wound up on all fours, watching Ithi'ka's life expire.&nbsp; His eyes narrowed, and he pounded the floor in utter frustration.&nbsp; Then he sat up on his ankles, and said:<br><br>&nbsp;"Kasumi, she's dead!"&nbsp; It pained Garrett to say it.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Ithika's dead."<br><br>Garrett then stood up, slammed his gloved fist into his palm and said, &nbsp;"All right, you ugly, no good pieces of rotten flesh.&nbsp; I'm going to give you a good whatfor, and you're going to wish that you only died once."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 06:25:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Kasumi sliced her way through the undead mob, and the group tried to deal with the loss of Ithi'ka, the monsters closed in on Kasumi and started trying to overwhelm her, trying desperately to get past her powerful psionic defenses.&nbsp; Meanwhile, one of them struck at Garrett, trying to get him from behind while he yelled dramatically. <br><br><br>[modified for Kasumi's attack]<br><br>26: Kasumi attacks <br>21: Ith'ika goes hurtling off into another plane<br>18: Minion 3 attacks Kasumi&nbsp; Attack roll 28&nbsp; damage 13&nbsp; &nbsp;(30 damage)<br>16: Mark cowers in terror<br>16: Garrett vows revenge<br>12: Minion 4 Attacks Garrett&nbsp; attack roll 28, damage 13&nbsp; &nbsp;(16 damage)<br>5: Sam makes like a stone and rocks<br>3: Minion 5 attacks Kasumi&nbsp; &nbsp;Attack roll 17&nbsp; damage 11&nbsp; (37 damage)<br>3: Minon 6 attacks Kasumi&nbsp; &nbsp;Attack roll 25&nbsp; damage 12 (31 damage)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 07:36:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Entombers rush her, all claws and brute strength, but Kasumi is not there.&nbsp; In a whirl of dust, her massive blade whips out, even as she dances lightly aside, her momentum spining the sword through their guards like a hot knife through butter.<br><br>((AC 31, The one that was attacking Ithi'ka provokes an AoO, a 27 to hit and 16 damage, then she whirlwinds for: Strikes(damage) on the main 3 attacking her are 31(14)&nbsp;32(19)&nbsp;32(12).&nbsp; On Garrett's Entomber, 15, and she might get a Cleave for&nbsp;21(14).))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 08:15:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-5.jpg)</div>HP 40/51, AC 22<br><br><em>Warning. Error. Sentience protocols corrupted. Recompiling cogitator routines...<br>...<br>...<br>Psychological incapacitation has expired. Initializing reboot of core systems...<br>...<br>...<br>System restore complete. <br><br>Assessing combat situation.: Four active hostiles. Two active non-hostiles. One inactive non-hostile. One non-hostile unaccounted for. Commence attack.<br></em><br><br>Like a vengeful god of bronze and green light, Mark jets out of the protective smoke screen he had laid down, his ray cannon already flaring with power and his eye flickering between orange and green. As soon as his metal feet touch the ground, he begins to hose down the four surviving undead with a non-stop, merciless barrage of energy fire.<br><br>(OOC: Move out of the cloud, Eldritch cone over all four undead. Garrett or Kasumi being in the way is no object, though if there is an angle to hit all four without hurting them, I'll take it. -_-<br>11 acid damage to all affected enemies, DC19 for half. On Initiative count 16 next turn, an additional 10 damage.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 08:32:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(You can hit either Kasumi or Garrett with your energy blast.&nbsp; I reccomend dinging Kasumi.&nbsp; (and obviously you hit all four undead.)<br><br>The disentegration beam cleaved through the attacking Entombers and pockmarked the wall, destroying about three quarters of Count Omik's geneology chart.&nbsp; As the dust cleared, the monsters lurched forward and collapsed into piles of goo, making the floor slippery but not perilously so.&nbsp; Nergassa's frilly black dress still sat on the floor in a pile of necrotic filth, glittering with magical items,&nbsp; including a ring and a pair of delicate white elbow length gloves, as well as a set of mithril undergarments glittering with an abjuration and enchantment aura.&nbsp; The dress itself had a threatening looking necromantic effect about it though, suggesting that trying to grab Nergassa's equipment could be dangerous.&nbsp; <br><br>The desk itself can be accessed without risking touching the dress.&nbsp; It contains a number of thick tomes, among them Count Omik's research journal.&nbsp; The half completed schema for the casting of a desecrate spell also sits on the table, runes on the vellum scroll faintly glowing red.&nbsp; The other books on the table were mostly reference books about necrothamuturgy, though one book in particular was bound in an iron cage, locked with a padlock that must have weighed at least six pounds, and carried a strong aura of abjuration about the cage.&nbsp; The books title was almost impossible to make out, due to its great age and being in the draconic tongue, but a discerning eye could just barely make out&nbsp; the title:&nbsp; "De Vernis Mysteriis."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 16:59:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi, seeing Mark's intention at the last second, rolls out of his line of fire.&nbsp; Straightening, she glances to see that the distruction is complete, and that he is once more in control of himself.&nbsp; Nodding to him, and trying to contain her sadness, she asks.&nbsp; "Garrett, with Ithi'ka lost, you must lead the investigation.&nbsp; I'm placing you in command of that part of our mission.&nbsp; I will assume command of the primary mission goal.&nbsp; Mark, access the room for magic and tell me what you find."<br><br>Learning of the dangerous necromantic effect on the gown, Kasumi has everyone step bcak from it at least 20 feet, then summons an astral construct, which then goes to pick up the gown and remove it from the pile on the floor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 17:46:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The astral construct picked up the dress, and it didn't react in the slightest, simply hanging limply like an ordinary garment.&nbsp; Whatever the necromantic curse was, it didn't affect beings made from psionic energy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 18:01:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi has the construct push the dress into the acid burned corner, then stores the other items away.&nbsp; "Well, when the Vampire returns, at least she won't have these.". She looks around the room.&nbsp; "Who needs healing?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 19:27:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I dismiss the illusion about my person and look about.&nbsp; As the first order of business, I slip the magical objects (besides the dress) into my bag, stopping for a moment to look at the protective underwear.&nbsp; Very strange.&nbsp; But magic is magic, may as well take it.&nbsp; "Does anyone have a spare sack for that dress?&nbsp; Or perhaps we should just destroy it and its curse?"<br><br>I pick up the desecration ritual and set it off to the side, away from anything more valuable.&nbsp; "Mark, if you would be so kind as to destroy the ritual?&nbsp; Thank you."<br><br>That settled, I stow away the tools I'd taken out, then draw another, a healing wand.&nbsp; Slow, but efficient, and a necessity in my current state.&nbsp; For the moment, I leave the research journal for those not in charge of binding the band's wounds.<br><br>((Three charges from the lesser vigor wand will get me up to full HP over the next three minutes.&nbsp; Anyone else need healing?&nbsp; Mind that Kasumi will need to transfer any damage from Mark for him to get any benefit out of the Lesser Vigor wand.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 19:38:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nodding silently, Mark subjects the ritual to a disintegration scouring, reducing it to powdery ashes after sweeping the room thoroughly for any other sources of magical auras, including the staff Garett has acquired. <br><br>He retrieves his own repair wand and taps at it, knitting the dents caused by the ghoulish creatures' claws.<br><br><br>(OC: Two shots from my wand bring me back up to full.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 00:38:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2687938#msg2687938">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 30-01-2010, 14:25:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP (Current 20); AC 27<br><br>Spells in Effect:&nbsp; Shield Other, Haste<br><hr><br>Garrett was hit from behind just as he heard Kasumi's command.&nbsp; He had no idea what she was talking about.&nbsp; They had been here for a reason?&nbsp; It must have been important, and Garrett wished he had paid attention.&nbsp; He squared off with the minion that had struck him and summarized that he could effectively hurt it if he struck it here and there.&nbsp; And so...<br><br>&nbsp;"I have no idea what you're talking about!" screamed Garrett.<br><br>OOC:<br><br>Garrett rolled a 14 and a 26 to hit;<br><br>Damage rolls would be 16 &amp; 20 respectively.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 00:51:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi sighed slightly.&nbsp; "I am, in fact not certain of exactly what Ithi'ka would have been looking for in this room, but I believe we just need to discover where the count is going, and why.&nbsp; His journals and other papers in here might tell us something.&nbsp; Grab what you think will be useful to that end, and we'll move on."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 04:36:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Garrett doesn't respond, and my wounds heal, I take to the task of examining the research notes.&nbsp; I keep our little cloaking device on hand for when we're ready to leave.<br><br>((I examine the research notes and make any relevant Knowledge checks.&nbsp; Lore class feature: 2+6=8.&nbsp; Arcana: 17+12=29.&nbsp; Nature: 2+11=13.&nbsp; Nobility... bloody 'ell, it's the invasion of the 2's.&nbsp; Eh, better to get 'em out of the way now.&nbsp; Nobility: 2+6=8.&nbsp; Religion: 8+11=19.&nbsp; If there's anything suspicious about the notes, I try to Sense Motive on the writer through his words.&nbsp; Sense Motive: 4+10=14.&nbsp; If it's really long and boring, I concentrate to read it all.&nbsp; Concentration: 14+11=25.&nbsp; And, if there are any spell-like writings in need of recognizing... Spellcraft: 11+12=23.))<br><br>((If anyone at all decides it's time to leave the room, I use four charges from the Hide from Undead wand immediately so'st we can get moving.&nbsp; No need to ask me if I use the wand; I use it.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 04:57:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">The Lion of the Press:</span></span></span> <br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Campbell Garrett</span></span><br><em>Adventurer, Explorer and Famed Reporter for the Korremberg Press</em><br>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=168844); 41 HP (Current 20); AC 27<br><br>Spells in Effect:&nbsp; Shield Other<br><hr><br>Garrett stood there transfixed, his grip on his dagger tight.&nbsp; He stared about, and then looked at Kasumi.&nbsp; Sheathing his dagger, the young man then proceeded to masterfully search the room.&nbsp; He was quick and thorough, unimaginably thorough.&nbsp; His entire body worked in one sweeping motion across the room, leaving no stone unturned, leaving no pebble undisturbed.&nbsp; His competency at looking was such that it was inspiring.&nbsp; Everyone watching learned a trick or ten (everyone gets +12 to search checks).<br><br>OOC:&nbsp; Garrett rolled a natural 20, with a +20 modifier.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 05:35:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As soon as Garrett has found the room's every secret, and they've grabbed everything that might give them a clue later, Kasumi leads the way out of the room, shrinking again to maximize her chances of making it the long way to the stairway down.&nbsp; As Sam taps each of them with the wand, Kasumi says.&nbsp; "I won't fail Ithi'ka.&nbsp; We will finish this mission, to honor her."<br><br>Aiding Sam as best as she can, Kasumi finds this particular game of Blindman's buff remarkably easy, as if she's found the shambling Zombie rythm.&nbsp; Dancing past the Undead with ease, she reaches the stairs down.<br><br>((Kasumi aids Sam... failing to do so twice. 9, 10, 9, 17, 26, 19, 12, Kasumi's dex checks 22, 26, 21, 26, 14, 25, 26))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 14:21:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Garrett walked to an oddly forsaken corner of the room and kicked a floorboard, uncovering a secret compartment filled with an alarming amount of heartflow, dreamlilly, and blue dragonblood, as well as several syringes and a vaporizer with an alarming number of straps and buckles on the mask.&nbsp; It was the perfect set of drugs to addict and exploit a sorcerer.&nbsp; The compartment with the drugs itself had a secret compartment, filled with an intensely poisonous fungus wrapped around a dusty, empty indentation.&nbsp; The dust around the indentation suggested that the area had once contained a holy symbol of the Blood of Vol; a rather big and heavy one.<br><br>Count Omik's journal appeared at first to be the usual mad wizard's journal; lots of oblique references to "her" bringing "her" back, swearing revenge on detractors, the usual thing.&nbsp; Apparently the count had been experimenting with lichdom to cure a terminal disease his wife was suffering from, and decided to attempt the ritual on his wife first.&nbsp; The result left her comatose, and her angry spirit plagued him.&nbsp; Driven to the brink of madness, the count used all of his art to impregnate his wife, then trapped her spirit.&nbsp; Upon the birth of his daughter, he attempted to force his wife's spirit into the newborn child, but instead produced a particularly dangerous and powerful vampire.&nbsp; Driven to a particularly exquisite form of madness by all this, Omik raised his daughter as best he could, giving her fresh prisoners of the last war every day to eat.&nbsp; It was at this time that the count became obsessed with his distant cousin Vladimar Kronen, who had accidentally turned an entire region into a place where nobody could ever die completely by carrying out various blasphemous rituals.<br><br>The remainder of the journal chronicles Omik's increasingly grotesque sexual fascination with his own daughter, and his revivification of Karrnath's greatest military heroes to be her servants.&nbsp; The most notable he revived included Korja Salof, the crusader who fought in a thousand battles before his death, Pana Lords, a humble sergeant who was at Thronehold the day the war started, and Kain Massa ir'Devoran, an eccentric telepath and member of the path of Inspiration.&nbsp; Apparently the three of them were to work together with Nergassa ir'Omik to open up a large rift to the plane of Mabar, then start shoving large numbers of artificially created corpses into the rift to hasten the plane's upcoming conjunction with Eberron.&nbsp; At that point, there were nothing but vague references to mass sacrifices, fallen angels, goats, and notes in the Vernis Myteriis.<br><br>Behind the genealogy chart was a safe, which Garret already knew the combination of, having surmised it was the birthdate of Count Omik's daughter.&nbsp; The safe was almost completely cleaned out, but contained a number of object of bondage in a wooden box, and an adamantine key hanging from a mithril chain; almost certainly the key to the self destruct system.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 15:19:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I let Mister Garrett handle the remaining looting as I transmit a synopsis of the journal to Mark and Kasumi.&nbsp; That done, I follow along, trying not to stumble into my own doom.<br><br>((Dex checks.&nbsp; 15+2=17, 12+2+2=16, Nat 1, 13+2+2=17, 5+2+2=9, 3+2+2=7, 18+2+2=22.&nbsp; So, what happens on the failures?&nbsp; I just tap myself and keep going?&nbsp; If so, that's another three wand charges.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 16:08:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As long as you're running with an AC of at least 24, you should be able to tap and keep going.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 19:27:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				((... AC23.))<br><br>((Edit: Tagan just reminded me of the magic circle effect.&nbsp; That's another +2 AC.&nbsp; I'm good.))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 04:57:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi's companions aren't as lucky, but a combination of luck and quick wand taps as nearby Zombies raise heavy limbs to claw, and then stare blankly again, ends only 10 yards from the stairway down, as both Sam and Mark bump into a Zombie nearly simultaniously.<br><br>Sam taps herself, but Mark is left exposed to the Zombies around him.&nbsp; Kasumi freezes looking back at the small group of Zombies closing on the Droid warlock.&nbsp; <em>Uh oh.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 05:42:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The zombies caught wind of Mark and charged on in, drawing the interest of a pair of entombers that happened to be in the area.&nbsp; The dead monsters all charged towards Mark, eyes filled with a red angry haze.&nbsp; The creatures all tried to grapple the warforged and drown him under a tide of undead flesh<br><br>Roll Result: Great Triangle rolled: 8d20<br>Comment: Zombie attack<br>Result: 17, 9, 11, 11, 16, 18, 16, 15<br><br><br>(8 zombies are attacking, and two entombers are joining battle.&nbsp; Every round 1d10 new zombies and 1d4-2 entombers will engage, and after 4 rounds mass combat will begin if the party has not evaded the undead.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 06:08:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Init 18, Kasumi enlarges, pulls the greatsword, and moves up to where Mark is being surrounded.)) She thinks.&nbsp; <em>Mark, fly defensively up, shoot the area, then move to the stairwell, I'll destroy the entombers after your shot.&nbsp; Sam, use the wand on Mark when he reaches the stairs, and make sure Garrett comes with you as you reach the stairs.</em><br><br>She says outloud. "Keep moving!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 22:08:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ducking and weaving under the flailing arms of the undead, Mark's eyes flash and he unleashes a barrage of blinding smoke grenades onto the ground and air around him. For a moment, nothing is visible outsides the edges of the fel-smelling cloud, then Mark reappears out of the top, airbone on jets of flame. He lands next to Sam, his free arm already extended to be touched with the wand, while his other arm points back towards the horde, beam crystal glowing.<br><br>OOC: Breath of the Night, 20ft. Fog Cloud where I was standing. Move up 5ft. over the heads of the zombies, then over to land adjacent to Sam - no AoO provoke because of concealment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 23:41:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Mark approaches, I am ready, wand waiting.&nbsp; As soon as he's in reach, I tap him with the wand and pray nothing important noticed the racket.<br><br>((Tap.&nbsp; One charge.&nbsp; 35 left.&nbsp; This thing's burning fast.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 00:21:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Garrett, as usual, was taking up the rear.&nbsp; He was hustling, obviously, but he appeared like a whelp now that he was required to utilize his speed and stamina.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 00:57:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi keeps between the Entombers and the others as they all reach the way down.&nbsp; ((Stairs? ramp? doorway or not? If Doorway, open, or shut? How big?))<br><br>She calls upon a construct to empower her with it's trip ability as she moves.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 19:29:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The way down is a 25 foot wide and 20 foot tall ramp that gently spirals downwards into the facility.&nbsp; It's somewhat unsteady, and a number of holes in the side of the wall suggest that there was once a set of handholds that someone removed.&nbsp; Upon further inspection, the entire thing has been covered in a fine layer of grease, making descent difficult.&nbsp; Fortunately, the Entombers walking towards the party seemed to be decaying enough that their senses were scrambled by Sam's hide from undead wand.<br><br><br>(Entombers rolled really badly against hide from undead, and fail to spot the party)<br><br>(Trying to go down the ramp without flying will take 3 DC 20 balance checks to not slip.&nbsp; (The difficulty of the check can be increased by 5 to remove 1 check.)&nbsp; &nbsp;Climbing along the wall will take 4 DC 20 climb checks, with the normal penalties for failing a climb check.&nbsp; (except that a fall will result in flying down the greased slide.)<br><br>You'll also want to be making a search check if you get to the bottom of the slide on your feet.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 20:08:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi says softly.&nbsp; "Garrett, can you make it down that?&nbsp; I need you to decend and check the bottom for a trap or ambush.&nbsp; And... please let me mindlink to you... we need the information without you having to shout it at the top of your lungs.". She looks at him entreatingly for a long moment.&nbsp; Even so she is thinking to the others.&nbsp; <em>Mark, you can fly down, and so can I... and I can summon a mount for Sam, it will only be visible until Sam taps it, but we need to know if the bottom is safe first.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 22:29:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>A mount won't be necessary,</em> I inform Kasumi, and Mark as well, I suppose.&nbsp; <em>I managed to acquire a great many tools before this mission.&nbsp; One allows a manner of teleportation, that I may trade places with someone.&nbsp; Or have two others trade places.&nbsp; If Mark were to fly down, I could use the wand to get down, and Mark could simply fly back down.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 22:38:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Acceptable.</em><br><br>Mark lifts off into the air, hovering a few inches above the greased surface, and slowly glides down the ramp towards the botton. As he moves, his eyes flash green again, and he carefully scrutinized the entire passage of the ramp and the landing at the bottom for any suspicious magical auras.<br><br>(OOC: Detecting Magic the whole way down - if something pings, halt and concentrate until the specific location is known.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 01:36:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The greased slide has a veritable nest of sharp blades and razor wire at its bottom, as well as an obvious abjuration effect.&nbsp; Standing behind the blades are six ghouls, staring at the bottom of the ramp.&nbsp; A bit of gore on the assorted sharp metal, and the looks of anticipation on the faces of the ghouls, suggest that someone has already been torn to bits and eaten by a ghoul here.&nbsp; <br><br>(make a DC 10 hide check to stay hidden from the ghouls)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 02:37:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The instance Mark catches a glimpse of the ghouls, he halts and retreats back around the corner.<br><br><em>The bottom of the ramp is heavily blockaded with razored wire, blades, and spikes, and guarded by six ghouls. I detected a single abjurative-type spell effect as well.</em><br><br>OOC: Hide Check of 19 (labeled as Aid Another in the roller).
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 03:16:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi thinks back. &nbsp;<em>Ghouls? &nbsp;Alright. &nbsp;As soon as you see me, blast them, then I will bring them down.</em><br><br>She grows wings out of her back, then summons a Pegasus shaped Construct, the largest she's attempted, motioning for Sam to mount.&nbsp; Then, as she leaps downward, her astral wings catching her, she thinks to Mark, <em>Here I come.&nbsp; Fire, but stay out of LOS of the main corridor.&nbsp; I'll be there in a second.</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 17:00:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The first thing the ghouls see is Mark's arm, poking around the corner of the spiral ramp. The rest of him follows suit shortly, behind a blistering hail of energy beams that rip into the cluster of undead and the barricade they are defending. He keeps up the barrage even as he comes into full view, clearing a space for Kasumi to land and pulverize the remaining defenders.'<br><br>OOC: Cone aimed to catch all six ghouls, the trapped square, and as much of the barricade as possible. 9 immediate acid damage. Reflex for half.<br><br>Initiative count 21: An additional 9 acid damage to everything, then a second cone for 5 more damage.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 18:21:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi, seeing Mark is out of LOS of the main corridor, hovers just next to him, holding her action until she sees a possible spell caster, at which time she will Hustle and Full Attack the caster.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 01:19:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mark's flurry of magical energy caused the ghouls to melt into an ugly slurry.&nbsp; At the same moment, an angry looking undead creature's arms began to surge with magical energy, and the creature attempted to fire a blast of energy towards Mark, while Kasumi flew into action, barrling down the ramp at the deathalock.<br><br>Before the ghouls could even melt properly, alarms began to ring throughout the level, indiciating the presence of intruders.&nbsp; Whatever was about to happen, it was certainly going to get a whole lot more interesting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 03:00:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi sprang forward to attack, her power making her move much more rapidly for a few moments.&nbsp; Reaching the undead caster before it could finish it's spell, she struck with both feet impacting it's chest, then kicking out again, a trifle off balance.<br><br>((Two natural twenties, followed by a 17 to strike.&nbsp; Confirmation rolls of 18 and 22.&nbsp; As I don't know the creature's AC, I include all the damage rolls. 12,&nbsp;12,&nbsp;10,&nbsp;10, 7))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 03:32:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The hostile deathalock exploded in a shower of gore, leaving the dark room quiet and empty.&nbsp; Outside, the sounds of regimented marching could be heard, along with shouts that sounded incredibly suspiciously similar to sergeants calling out marching orders.&nbsp; There was one exit to the room, which contained another ramp down.&nbsp; The second ramp was also greased, and had sharp metal blades and iron cables suspended from the ceiling to make flying incredibly difficult, and slice up anyone unfortunate enough to be caught on the slide.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>14-02-2010, 04:15:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi asks Garrett.&nbsp; "Can you get down this safely?". While thinking to Sam. <em>Ride the construct down, we're safe for the moment, but we need to hurry."</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 03:53:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Garrett peered at Kasumi behind his shielding hands, and an annoyed look crossed his face.&nbsp; He pulled himself up, and approached the ramp quietly.&nbsp; Then he turned to look at Kasumi.<br><br>&nbsp;"I wish you had told me to bring my galoshes," Garrett said. &nbsp;"Look at me!&nbsp; I'm a mess."&nbsp; He rolled his shoulders within their sockets, tilted his neck allowing air between his spine, and then appeared to assume his confidence once again because for a moment, it seemed that he was without it.&nbsp; Garrett took a few steps back, then dashed forward, hurtling himself down the ramp.<br><br>&nbsp;"I - Just - Want - You - To - Know - I - Should - Never - Ever- Go - First!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 06:01:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I appraise the situation through Kasumi and Mark's eyes.&nbsp; This could become very bad, very fast, and we may need an edge.&nbsp; I just don't know exactly when...I mount Kasumi's creation and let it carry me down as I begin preparations for something fierce on the way.<br><br>((I get on the construct, go down, and take a point of dexterity burn to cast an extended Light of Faith that will be ready for the next two rounds.&nbsp; [Don't worry, I have another prepped if I don't need the nuclear turn.]))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 08:58:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(after 1 round)<br><br>As the party gathered for battle, a secret passage to the side opened up, as did a second passage on the other side of the room.&nbsp; A legion of Karrnathi undead began to stalk into the room, led by Dread Marshalls.&nbsp; They crouched in battle readiness, while one of the undead leaders delivered an ultimatum.&nbsp; "Halt!&nbsp; Our leader, Korja Salof, would like to have words with you.&nbsp; Come under parley, or come in pieces."&nbsp; The lead zombie said in a grave tone, his voice like a howling death gasp.&nbsp; <br><br>In total, there were 20 Karrnathi zombies, 20 Karrnathi skeletons, and four dread marshalls, standing in two equal groups on either side of the party.&nbsp; The sounds from inide the passages seemed to indicate that 40 undead was just the tip of the spear, though even a swarm high end undead were only a minor edge against a party of true heroes.<br><br>(if the party goes to fighting, it'll resolve as mass combat)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 02:46:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((From the posts earlier, we are obviously all right next to the ramp downwards, and about to be cut off from the ramp going up.))<br><br>Kasumi says.&nbsp; "We are prepared to negotiate."<br><br>She thinks to Sam and Mark (and Ithi'ka, if she was on this plane) <em>Sam, move behind me into the corner, and cast blindsight on me, Mark, hover above me out of their reach, then use your smoke cloud on top of me.</em><br><br>She moves slightly ahead and too the right, shielding Sam's movement and reaching a hand back to touch Sam's shoulder, while apparently landing and making her wings vanish, but really calling up a different construct power, (Trip this time) while saying.&nbsp; <br><br>"Our terms are non-negotiable, and are that all Undead must return to their containtment units at once, or you all will be destroyed without mercy."<br><br>At the same time, her construct is moving into the space to the left and just behind her, (in front of the ramp down) leaving the undead only a slim 5 foot corridor to run down past Kasumi next to the wall, to reach the cleric.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 03:18:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The undead moved around the room, getting into legionary formations.&nbsp; They bristled with tower shields and pikes, while another gang of undead waited at the ready in the passages.&nbsp; <br><br>(the undead are arranged in formations of five zombies with longswords and tower shields with five skeletons with pikes standing behind them.&nbsp; Each formation has a Dread Marshall standing behind it buffing it, and an identical formation behind it, for a total of four formations.&nbsp; The undead in the passages are standing at rows of pike and tower shield as well)&nbsp; <br><br>The leader of the eastern group began to speak.&nbsp; "You say you will negotiate, and thhhhen you ssssay your terms are non negoooootiable..."&nbsp; One of the undead lieutenants said in a whisper, holding his unit at the ready.&nbsp; "We are willllling to dissssarm if you arrreee, but the containment cellsssssss have already been desssstroyed."&nbsp; The Dread Marshall hissed.&nbsp; "Please....&nbsp; you musssssst hurrrrry.&nbsp; It isssss about your companion..."&nbsp; The creature said, letting his soldiers lower thier weapons slightly to be less threatening.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 03:39:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi's eyes flash as she thinks about a certain Breland howler monkey, and a distruct switch somewhere below.&nbsp; "You mean, our companion, the human male?&nbsp; Remove the minions, and let us see him, and perhaps we can negotiate."<br><br>Thinking <em>Damn him and his stuborness not to accept my mindlink.&nbsp; If he had, we'd know what he was up too!&nbsp; What do you all think, should we try to negotiate?&nbsp; I think we need to get down to the trigger room, no matter what.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 17:25:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Every second we negotiate is a second they can take to call additional reinforcements to overwhelm us. Destroy every last one of them, then go in search of the howler monkey. He is replaceable.</span></em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 01:31:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I get behind Kasumi, nervous.&nbsp; There are a lot of them... but we can still win.&nbsp; I place a hand on Kasumi's waist, gently, not wanting to restrict her movement when the time comes.&nbsp; <em>People are not replaceable, Mark.&nbsp; But I don't think they would have captured Mister Garrett.&nbsp; He is... a very slippery man.</em>&nbsp; I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself.&nbsp; <em>I'm ready, Kasumi.&nbsp; Give the word, and we can begin the purge.</em><br><br>((Ready action for an extended Blindsight kiss [taking another point of Dex burn] should the unliving horrors get frisky.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 04:39:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"There wassssss another with you.&nbsp; A dark elffffff.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sssshe hassss saved ussss."&nbsp; The skeleton said.&nbsp; From behind the open passages, two deathalocks on each side could be seen in a position of readiness, holding magic wands at the ready.&nbsp; "We outnumber you 20 tttto one.&nbsp; Do you think you'll essssscape this unscathed?"&nbsp; The Dread Marshall said, gesturing to his armed and armored legion.&nbsp; There was almost a tremble of fear in the monster's voice.&nbsp; He knew in whose presence he stood, and it was obvious that the undead wouldn't be walking away from this one if it came down to a fight.&nbsp; Still, 20 to one odds are never a good sign for those facing them.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 12:14:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi looks blank.&nbsp; <em>Ithi'ka?</em> She thinks hard into the mindlink.&nbsp; <em>Are you there?</em><br><br>She says, somewhat harshly.&nbsp; "Tell me where she is, explain what you mean by 'saved', and remove the troops from this room, and I will negotiate."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 12:36:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(go ahead and roll a diplomacy check to see how the undead react.&nbsp; Other characters can provide aid another rolls.&nbsp; Their starting attitude is unfriendly, if it helps.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 21:23:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Kasumi rolls a 19, plus Sam's automatic success at aid another, makes it 21.&nbsp; As that will not make 25 even if Mark makes his roll, we need not worry about it. It at least has the go from Unfriendly to indifferent.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 21:36:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The undead held their ground.&nbsp; "If you noticcsssce, at presssent, we are roughly even."&nbsp; The skeleton commander said.&nbsp; "Remove my trooopssss, and you gain a sssssubstantial advantage."&nbsp; The Dread Marshall hissed, keeping his troops at the ready like a suit of armor.&nbsp; "We do not wisssssh to sssserve the king assss ssssslaves any longer.&nbsp; Your dark elf companion hasssss given usssss a way out."&nbsp; Tension buzzed in the room like a dropped behive, every being in the room seeming to realize that an explosion of violence could break out at any second.&nbsp; "Your friend issssss presssently in the plane of sssssshadow, in the endlesssss night.&nbsp; We are trying, even now, to help her leave."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>17-02-2010, 21:44:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi blinks.&nbsp; "So... this is the deal?&nbsp; You want to leave this plane, and go to the plane of Shadow?&nbsp; And your bring Ithi'ka back from there?"<br><br>She thinks quickly to the others.&nbsp; <em>Umm, that sounds like a win/win situation, expecially if we close the portal when they leave.&nbsp; The facility stays intact, but undead free.&nbsp; What do you think?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 02:56:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>I don't like letting these creatures run free, but... they can't exactly stir up trouble on the plane of shadow... and if it gets Ithi back...</em> I stew on the issue for a while, pondering.<br><br>((I want to know how hard it would likely be to retrieve Ithi without the zombies' help.&nbsp; Knowledge: Arcana: 11+12=23.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 03:04:04</strong>
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				(If there's an open portal they're running through, it wouldn't be that difficult, though a protection from negatyive energy spell would be helpful, especially since the consecrated death ward won't function past the planar barrier.&nbsp; You have a hard time imagining how exactly Ithi'ka survived the plane without protection from the planar effects.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 03:58:07</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">What, exactly, are the terms of our assignment? Are we to eliminate all undead in the facility, or merely re-secure it?</span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 04:07:29</strong>
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				<em>We're to nullify the threat.&nbsp; The details are unimportant.&nbsp; This... would technically fulfill all mission objectives, and it might get Ithi back... though I still don't like it.</em><br><br>After a moment, I speak up.&nbsp; "How... is it possible that our friend survived the plane of shadow?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 12:05:24</strong>
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				Kasumi holds up a hand and addresses the Dread Marshall who has been speaking. "Have we guessed your desire?&nbsp; You have not spoken."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>19-02-2010, 02:46:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The shadowy masonry of the depths of the laboratory rattle with the sounds of bone and steel, the creaking of worn joints and the bubbling of ragged, unliving breath.&nbsp; Some of the waxy-fleshed corpses stare on with shriveled eyes, some with swollen and bulging tongues lolling from jawless faces.&nbsp; Jagged, half-toothed mouths work nervously over what they cannot know, and the gibbering voicelessly of murderous rage bubbles up from the bloated throat of a swollen ghoul as its rotting-sausage fingers work the haft of its halbered.&nbsp; <br><br>Among this tension and fear and hatred, a woman's voice bounces softly from the green-gray masonry and mouldering grout.&nbsp; "Pana Lords and I have made agreement, Marshall."&nbsp; The drow's voice is distant, muted, but strong enough to be heard.&nbsp; Her accent is recognizable, but the mind-link is not there.&nbsp; "Withdraw, go now.&nbsp; Soon, the gate is closed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 16:23:24</strong>
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				The Marshall stared in the general direction of the new intruder, then, with a wave of his hand, sent hit entire trooping marching out of the room at doubletime.&nbsp; Within less than ten seconds, the room was completely empty of undead, save for a single ghoul sitting in the far corner, arms crossed over his chest.&nbsp; He wore a corroded breastplate and rusting greaves, yet the scabbard of his sword was polished to a wonderful finish.&nbsp; Those familiar with history could recognize him as Pana Lords, the Warlord who led King Kaius I's army when they marched into infamy at Thronehold.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hi."&nbsp; Pana said simply, staring down the group with an unjustified confidence.&nbsp; "As you can see, your companion is unharmed.&nbsp; ...provided she is still your companion."&nbsp; The ghoul said, even as the current of undeath traveling through the secret passages receded completely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 16:52:48</strong>
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				As the catacomb chambers thrum with the fading noise of the undead's exodus, the shadows deeper within the chambers echo with Ithi'ka's husky, hollow voice.&nbsp; "Do not speak as if this was all your doing, Pana."&nbsp; Trying to pinpoint the source of the voice is difficult in these chambers, as if it is constantly moving from corners unseen, and the shadows themselves do the speaking.&nbsp; &nbsp;((hide: 49)) "It is convenient.&nbsp; You have your freedom now, and are owed nothing by me."<br><br>Pinpointing the source of the voice among the echoing green stone and broken mortar, one's eyes might dart down the deeper chasms, the long black tunnels like eyes of the dead, finding nothing but shadows and dust and decay.&nbsp; "I do not speak for the Karnaathi army."&nbsp; The voice becomes high and musical in its stifled laughter, the sound like the bubbling of a courting girl's flirtations.&nbsp; "They owe you <i>much</i>... and I expect you'll be taking it soon."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 20:07:53</strong>
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				While the parlay between the living and the dead continued, the offbeat, off-kilter officious offender of <em>something</em> had, with what appeared to be a lack of affectation, maneuvered through the death maze using cunning.&nbsp; He had swung on the guillotines like they were swings, bounded up and over and then under the spiked rolling pins, used the grease of the ramp to wedge through tight spots, all while avoiding flying needles, balls of fire and strikes of lightning.&nbsp; It was all the better that Kasumi had no knowledge of what was going through his mind, since it was working, and the toil of that clever brain was oftentimes too much for others to handle.&nbsp; It must have resembled Mark's mind, as it calculated mathematical equations, devising trajectories by conjuring algorithms that measured the angle of hypotenuses.&nbsp; Opportunities that did not present themselves were created.<br><br>At last, the young man found himself standing alone in the room at the end of the ramp.&nbsp; He searched himself, and sorely desired a steel pipe or a solid wooden club.&nbsp; He felt that he was going to need it.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 21:58:59</strong>
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				Kasumi, her heart leaping, a wide smile on her face as she hears her friend's voice, bows to the ancient Warrior.&nbsp; "Hello, Pana.&nbsp; Thank you for aiding Ithi'ka in her return.&nbsp; I can see that you have, to some extent at least, overcome the hunger your current form gives you.&nbsp; Can you help us further?&nbsp; We seek the motives of a man named Count Vedim ir'Omik.&nbsp; In a few moments I shall summmon the Karnathi military forces above to enter and search the building, but before I do, perhaps you can tell us if we seek in vain or not, or if there remain uncontrolled undead to be destroyed or driven from this place. "<br><br>She looks around.&nbsp; "And, Ithi'ka, come out!&nbsp; I'm delighted to find you alive!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 23:46:28</strong>
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				"Um... I think the documents we already found should be enough.&nbsp; It has a lot on his motives.&nbsp; But... I think we should look around a bit more, to see how secure this place really is.&nbsp; There... might be something else I kinda want to find."&nbsp; I turn to where I <em>think</em> Ithi's voice came from.&nbsp; "And welcome back, Ithi.&nbsp; This must be the most stylish victory you've ever brought us.&nbsp; Are you alright?&nbsp; Are you injured?&nbsp; How did you even survive?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 23:54:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Pana Lords sat casually, looking over the group while his teeth quietly ground against each other.&nbsp; "Count Omik is a madman.&nbsp; He's been committing all manner of horrid atrocities, and I'm inclined to believe that he arranged for an umbragen to be sent here intentionally.&nbsp; He has been operating an eldrich machine which bores undead out of Khyber itself, and that weakened the barriers between worlds.&nbsp; Now there is a gaping portal open, and his machine could threaten the security of Eberron itself."&nbsp; Pana said, hoping to clarify the methods of the strange man.&nbsp; "The count speaks little of his motives, but I believe he wishes to become immortal.&nbsp; He used to be a follower of the Blood of Vol, but now he is a heretic.&nbsp; He is something altogether far more dangerous now."<br><br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2761579#msg2761579">Quote from: PhantomPistoleer on 20-02-2010, 20:07:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>At last, the young man found himself standing alone in the room at the end of the ramp.&nbsp; He searched himself, and sorely desired a steel pipe or a solid wooden club.&nbsp; He felt that he was going to need it.<br><br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The room at the far side of the ramp was a vast open chamber, with rank upon rank of skeletons and zombies standing at attention in it.&nbsp; Several massive skeletons and zombies patrolled around the room, including a tyranasaurus.&nbsp; The murky depths of the far end of the chamber were completely invisible, thanks to the darkness, but a steady grinding suggested that something there wasn't right.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 00:18:01</strong>
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				Kasumi nods.&nbsp; "Thank you.&nbsp; The machine must be shut down, and the portal closed as soon as possible."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 05:04:16</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2765424#msg2765424">Quote from: Katina Tarask on 21-02-2010, 23:46:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "And welcome back, Ithi.&nbsp; This must be the most stylish victory you've ever brought us.&nbsp; Are you alright?&nbsp; Are you injured?&nbsp; How did you even survive?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Before her voice answers in reply, there's the audible intake of Ithika's breath beside Sam's ear.&nbsp; "I don't believe I did."&nbsp; <br><br>So suddenly apparent, the drow's presence comes to awareness like a cold breeze under a door.&nbsp; Even without studying her, she seems utterly unlike her former self... her cape seems to stir in an unseen breeze like an inky creature that clings to her body.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her eyes are invisible in the shadow of her hood, and a few stray wisps of hair peek like ivory cobwebs from within that caul of darkness.&nbsp; The fine-featured face is set to a mournful stoicism, and she seems slightly smaller of stature than before.&nbsp; Her skin, once the tone of unsanded slate, is mottled with the hypnotic whorls of gray and black like some strange butterfly's wing-- and she wears almost nothing beneath the cloak-- A fine length of chain like dulled brass wraps around her bare stomach, draping over exotically lean muscles and looping through a solid black ring in the drow's small navel, disappears into what little she wears below the waist-- a length of linen, faded black, and worn thin and filmy as spider-web, wrapped around the top of her hips and over-folded once between her legs, tucked in the waist and hanging loosely over what slim modestry the garb allows.&nbsp; The same material, perhaps an inch wider, is wrapped around her torso into three layers and tied somewhere behind her back.&nbsp; Talon-fingered gloves disappear under bracers like some massive insect's shell and rippling with intricate bone and malachite inlays, boots of soft leather stop at her knees. <br><br>She leaves Sam's other questions unanswered.&nbsp; "Or perhaps I've helped end Eberron, if Pana speaks the truth."&nbsp; She studies the ghoul lord, and moves among her allies like a cold wind.&nbsp; "These chambers will be destroyed very soon, and the count's work ceased forever.&nbsp; You've been very helpful," she adds this last bit as if reluctantly, and her hood lifts-- somewhere in the black depths, two black gems glitter out at him, "but unless you want to be our friend forever and follow us back to Rekkenmark, I'd suggest you go to the gate."<br><br>She knows he will find the tower, but what else is there..?&nbsp; Could there have been more, entire libraries perhaps..?<br><br>With a twisting pang of regret, she knows that, if she lives long enough, she will have to return to that place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 16:09:36</strong>
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				The ghoul nodded to Ith'ika.&nbsp; "I have my duty to the state.&nbsp; All of the other heroes down there have served their time, but I owe a debt that can never be paid."&nbsp; The old commander said, looking towards the passage upwards.&nbsp; "I have no idea how to stop the machine, but I know that lava isn't going to help.&nbsp; You'll have to get onboard and find a way to sabotage it."&nbsp; Pana Lords said, dashing off into the shadows.&nbsp; <br><br>Deeper into the caverns, an orderly march of undead could be heard.&nbsp; The exodus had begun.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 21:35:05</strong>
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				Without having made eye contact with her fellows, Ithi'Ka stands with her head low and a bow in her hands-- nothing on her person is as it was.&nbsp; Perhaps no scrap of her old belongings remains.&nbsp; "Let's hurry," she says softly, her face tipped slightly toward Mark, Sam, and Kasumi.&nbsp; She turns then, against her saturnine skin under the shadow of her cowl.&nbsp; A small peak of ash-gray patterned skin is situated in the center of her chin and extends up across her bow-shaped lips. "Where is the howler monkey?" she asks softly, the corner of that mouth tightening to a dry semblance of a smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 21:45:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi smiling still, reaches out a hand in welcome, and touches Ithi'ka's shoulder lightly, but when Ithi'ka mentions Garrett, she frowns.&nbsp; "I don't know, and that's not good.&nbsp; We better find him before he gives us all the hottest bath we've ever felt."<br><br>Turning to Mark, she points down the ramp.&nbsp; "Clear the way down, Mark."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 22:05:33</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">'With pleasure."</span><br><br>Mark turns and begins to annihilate the barricades blocking them from further progress, along with scouring away the top level of the stone ramp itself and the walls surrounding it to eliminate the greased coating.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 23:46:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After about a minute of concentrated fire, the passage was clear, revealing a room full of undead marching in an orderly fashion towards an undefined shadow.&nbsp; The room was simply too big to see all the way across, but the grinding of the faraway eldrich maching was there, and it was terrible.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 23:57:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi leads the way, skirting the undead as she makes her way back towards the machine.&nbsp; As she walks quietly, she asks, just as quietly.&nbsp; "Ithi'ka... you've changed so much.&nbsp; Did time pass where you were much quicker than it does here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 00:32:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The umbragen nods gently in response to Kasumi's question and speaks softly, but steadily.&nbsp; "Perhaps.&nbsp; Or it only felt that way.&nbsp; I cannot say."&nbsp; Her face tilts slightly toward the monk, her glistening black eyes fixing on her.&nbsp; "Time is only an awareness of what has already happened, I think."&nbsp; She walks that way for some time, then turns her eyes back to the darkness ahead.&nbsp; "I did not mean to fail you so dearly.&nbsp; I am sorry."&nbsp; She fixes her gaze straight ahead then, remaining stone-faced and hidden.&nbsp; "You may link to my mind again, if you wish."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 01:00:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi smiles gently, and carresses Ithi'ka shoulder gently, her power lighty touching.&nbsp; <em>You didn't fail us, Ithi'ka.&nbsp; I felt like I failed you, when you fell.&nbsp; I couldn't save you.</em><br><br>She moves forward cautiously, still looking for the terrible machine.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 01:22:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Garrett was sitting on the ground crosslegged, one elbow against a knee, propping his head up with a fist.&nbsp; As the group approached, he gestured dismissively and said:&nbsp; &nbsp;"I don't get what these guys are trying to do.&nbsp; Some adventure this turned out to be.&nbsp; I hate undead."&nbsp; He then sat up, brushing his pants off, and saw that they had been rejoined by Ithi'ka.<br><br>&nbsp;"What the hell?&nbsp; She's alive?"&nbsp; He strained to fight his expression of relief.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Great.&nbsp; That means that my requisition order for a more attractive female recruit will go ignored.&nbsp; Oh well.&nbsp; That troglodyte always ignores my requisitions."&nbsp; He sighed.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Well, not always, since I've only put in two requisitions.&nbsp; I thought that she would have gone for that intelligent dagger.&nbsp; I need someone to talk to."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 01:27:44</strong>
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				Kasumi thinks to the group.&nbsp; <em>Could we ask that he get that dagger?&nbsp; One with a very strong ego?&nbsp; Maybe it would posess him.</em><br><br>She looks surprised at her thoughts.&nbsp; "Hello, Garrett. We've negotiated the Undead's departure.&nbsp; We're going now to shut down the Undead making machine."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 01:31:10</strong>
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				&nbsp;"That's fantastic," Garrett said with a dollop of sarcasm.&nbsp; "I don't like fighting undead.&nbsp; I also don't like jumping through a relay course of death when it's unnecessary because, though brave and amazing, I'm not desperately stupid.&nbsp; But you're welcome.&nbsp; And I'm okay, thank you for asking."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 01:59:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi smiles politely.&nbsp; "I didn't order you to jump, Garrett, I asked if you thought you could manage the descent.&nbsp; If you had said you could, I might have then given you an order.&nbsp; We'll never know now." She pauses.&nbsp; "It WAS an amazing jump though.&nbsp; Well done."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 03:05:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>You've never met an intelligent dagger, have you?&nbsp; Trust me, you don't want to.&nbsp; They're real jerks.&nbsp; I mean, so's Garrett, but... this is a whole other level.&nbsp; Maybe an intelligent mace inste-</em>&nbsp; And then, I see it.&nbsp; Five tons of rotting lizard.&nbsp; "Oh!&nbsp; Oh!&nbsp; There it is!"&nbsp; I reach into my pack and pull out a scroll, eyes locked on the tyrannosaurus.<br><br>"Um... I think we should take the T-Rex before we go to... er... help with our escape!&nbsp; Yeah."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 03:47:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ithika doesn't show any emotional response to Garrett's comments, nor to Kasumi's thoughts.&nbsp; All that flows through the link is silence, as if the noise of the drow's frustrations, confusions, and muddling pain has been swallowed up by a cold void, and out of that void, something breathes frost.&nbsp; "You may get your wish yet," she says coldly.&nbsp; The dinosaur is only an animal, but it repulses her-- not the hand-wide slats of ribs protruding from rotting sheath of its flanks, not the bare-bone deviancy of its eternal grin or its freakishly yellow eyes, nor the lurching gait of its decomposing legs.&nbsp; <br><br>"Even a dog deserves a peaceful death," she says coldly and nocks an arrow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 12:24:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi puts out two very large hands to restrain both Sam and Ithi'ka.<br><br>Calmly she says. "That is not a dog.&nbsp; It is a very large, and very dangerous predator, currently in a state of decomposition.&nbsp; And if you shoot at it, the mindless undead may remember a diferent set of orders, those they were no doubt given to defend themselves."<br><br>She turns to Sam.&nbsp; "Are you sure you want that... thing?&nbsp; At the very least, having it along might tip off our quary that we are coming."<br><br>Sam's eyes widen in supplication, and Kasumi melts somewhat.&nbsp; She thinks. <em>Oh dear... if you want one that much, Sam.&nbsp; Just make certain it keeps a low profile when we get to Sharn, alright?</em><br><br>She watches carefully then, to be sure Sam's spell doesn't cause a problem.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 00:16:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ithika's eyes meet Kasumi's as she slowly lowers her weapon.&nbsp; At this distance, the monk can see that her eyes are a solid black color.&nbsp; From the umbragen's mindlink, there's a sense of distance-- as if she seems to be puzzled, for a moment, over what she's feeling.&nbsp; She eases the bow down, holds the arrow by its shaft in place as she steps toward the side of the tunnel to stand off to Garrett's side.&nbsp; "You jumped?" she asks softly, seemingly aware that to ask the man a question is like teasing a dog-- it might bring unwanted consequences.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 01:28:02</strong>
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				"He... she... It will be useful, I promise," I plead with Kasumi.&nbsp; "It's the biggest thing here, and it will be under my complete control.&nbsp; I won't let it hurt anybody.&nbsp; But I need to get closer, and I'm going to need help."<br><br>I study the area a while more.&nbsp; "Kasumi, I'm going to need a lift.&nbsp; I'll need you to summon something so I can get closer and take control.&nbsp; We'll also need some place farther-removed to launched from, but the hard part is getting the tyrannosaurus out of there.&nbsp; I have a wand that'll let us swap the dinosaur with one of us.&nbsp; Mark, I want to send you in to pull the dinosaur out, then you fly back.&nbsp; They shouldn't be able to see you anyways.&nbsp; Garrett," I turn to the reporter, offering him a schema.&nbsp; "This can make illusions.&nbsp; I need you to use it to project an illusion of a T-Rex over the T-Rex, so that they won't notice the switch until we're gone.&nbsp; Ithi, you'll need to give Garrett the signal.&nbsp; Everyone clear?"<br><br>((I'm lending Garrett my Silent Image schema.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 01:38:55</strong>
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				Kasumi nods.&nbsp; "I understand your plan.&nbsp; It sounds well thought out, and I see no major problems.&nbsp; I'm ready to summon you a mount when you give the signal."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 04:30:35</strong>
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				The young man was about to give Ithi'ka an earful about how he had jumped, and how it was terribly mundane to call what he did that, but he was wrought from his vivacity by Sam's unusual request.<br><br>&nbsp;"You have got to be kidding me," he said, finding himself the possessor of a silent image schema.&nbsp; Garrett looked over the magic item, shook it, pressed his ear against it, and then looked back at Sam.<br><br>&nbsp;"You're taking advantage of my good nature."&nbsp; He groaned.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Do you think I could add a bit of pizass to the dinosaur?&nbsp; Maybe a harem of big-breasted women wearing nothing but smiles?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 04:40:57</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">Please clarify. You wish for me to draw the attention of the dinosaur by attacking it, and thus extracting it from the bulk of the undead forces?</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 04:45:58</strong>
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				"Thanks Garrett.&nbsp; And maybe you can do the harem some other time," I say, turning to Mark.&nbsp; "No, no, nothing like that.&nbsp; We don't want to draw any attention.&nbsp; I've got another wand for teleportation, of a sort.&nbsp; Once I have the dinosaur under my control, I use the wand to make you and the dinosaur switch places.&nbsp; Then, you just fly back and we go off with my new tyrannosaurus.&nbsp; No attacking required."<br><br>((Edit: From here, I'm assuming Mark understands and is fine with it, for the sake of speeding things along.))<br><br>"Alright, let's do this.&nbsp; Kasumi?"&nbsp; I take a deep breath as I mount Kasumi's creation, tapping it with the hide wand, which I then swap out for the teleportation wand and take to the sky, taking control of the T-Rex as soon as it's in range, simultaneously sending the signal for Garrett to throw up the illusion.<br><br>((Mount, Hide from Undead on the mount, fly fly fly, Control Undead on the T-Rex, telepathic ping to the folks at base camp to tell Garrett to put up the illusion.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 06:13:36</strong>
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				Ithi'Ka sighs softly and turns to Garrett.&nbsp; "She wants you to make the illusion now."&nbsp; Her bow-shaped lips hang slightly apart over bared teeth, giving the impression that, from under those shadows, she's sneering.&nbsp; "I'm going to look around.&nbsp; I will keep an eye out."&nbsp; At that, she's gone.&nbsp; ((let me know if anyone wants to contest her Hide or Move Silently)).<br><br>She will pick her way closer to the undead,&nbsp; her expanded knowledge of their perceptions giving her a keen advantage over even the most life-sensing among them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 03:09:08</strong>
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				He watched undead Ithi'ka slink away from him and shuddered.<br><br>&nbsp;"I just realized that I dislike undead Ithi'ka much more than I do alive Ithi'ka.&nbsp; Who would've thunk?"<br><br>Garrett cradled the schema in both hands.&nbsp; He fell to his knees, set the schema gently unto the floor, then pensively appreciated the item.&nbsp; He waved his hands over it in a hocus pocus sort of way, gesticulating mystically, verging on ridiculously.&nbsp; He whispered, too, but he was speaking in a different language.&nbsp; Not a real language, mind you.&nbsp; If someone had asked him what language he was speaking, Garrett would have said, "no, I'm not speaking a language-- I'm just trying to coddle the schema."&nbsp; Coddling meant bullshitting suggestively.<br><br>((Garrett rolls Use Magic Device 33 to create a dinosaur in the same likeness and same space.))<br><br>It would be hard to tell if he created the dinosaur, since his illusion was taking the same spot as that of the real dinosaur.<br><br>&nbsp;"One of you troglodytes are going to have to feed me grapes while the other's fanning me with a palm," he muttered.&nbsp; &nbsp;"What, with all the stupid shit I have to put up with."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 04:54:10</strong>
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				Now that the game is afoot, Ithika makes a point of not being part of it.&nbsp; She skirts the walls and arches of the massive underground containment rooms, seeking anything else of import left behind or, perhaps, the machine itself.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">((Search 31, Move Silently 40))</span>&nbsp; Her long, slender legs cross the terrain silently and steadily, fast and silent as any creature of the dark.&nbsp; She notes the static illusion and takes great care not to delve where she'd risk interrupting their casting and maneuvering.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 02:30:27</strong>
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				((For the sake of expedience, I'll just finish up.))<br><br>I wait long enough for Garrett to throw out the illusion, then I alert Mark.&nbsp; <em>Alright, get ready for the swap.</em>&nbsp; A moment later, I do the trade, turn my mount around, and head home, where my new, loving little pet awaits.<br><br>((Benign Transposition wand to swap the robot and the dinosaur, then turn about and fly back where we parked.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 23:46:18</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2789520#msg2789520">Quote from: Tagan on 28-02-2010, 15:49:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">((Omake moment.))<br><br>Kasumi smiles.&nbsp; "Good work everyone!&nbsp; Now that we have your new pet, Sam, let's go on and face the machine!"<br><br>Leading them around the dwindling ranks of undead, Kasumi and the rest finally come upon the terrible machine.&nbsp; It's grinding parts are made from human teeth, through it's coolant systems, real blood pumps.&nbsp; An uneathly, evil aura surrounds the thing, purple and black, and each grind of it's bone filled gears is a scream of a tormented soul.<br><br>It also happens to be 4 inches tall.<br><br>Staring at it a long moment, Kasumi raises one eyebrow, then stomps it into dust.<br><br>"Well, I hear Sharn is lovely this time of year!"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The odd fantasy passed, and the Tyrant Lizard walked out of the illusion of the same.&nbsp; For once, the plan went off perfectly with no complications.&nbsp; The monster affectionately nuzzled Sam with its rotting flesh, and she was able to notice that its body had actually been very well preserved.&nbsp; Apparently the soldiers in the facility felt that they didn't want to deal with the stench of 10 tons of rotting flesh any more than they already did.&nbsp; <br><br>As Ith'ika stalked around, she made first contact with the machine.&nbsp; It was a monstrosity of black iron, sticking up out of the ground like a tumor.&nbsp; It ground into the earth, and every so often disgorged a skeleton or a zombie, which got up and walked into a gathered squad of intelligent Karrnathi undead to be ripped to shreds.&nbsp; The machine radiated shadow, and seemed to be gathering the power of the gods themselves.&nbsp; <br><br>(All divine magic functions at -3 caster level within 30 feet of the Eldrich machine, while all saves vs. necromancy suffer a -2 penalty.&nbsp; Within 30 feet of the machine, characters can control twice as many HD of undead.)<br><br>A hatch stuck out on the face of the machine, as it pushed its way into the earth of the lower levels.&nbsp; The hatch was locked from the inside, and covered by what was obviously the external blister of a spell turret.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 00:17:19</strong>
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				Kasumi approached the device slowly.&nbsp; "Garrett, do you think you might take a closer look at that device?&nbsp; Ithi'ka, if you're still nearby, could you help him?&nbsp; &nbsp;We need to see if it can be switched off.&nbsp; If not, we need to destroy it."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 00:34:14</strong>
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				Garrett huffed as he gawked at the machine.<br><br>&nbsp;"You know, Kasumi, I'm starting to become quite disgruntled with your style of leadership.&nbsp; I am very aware that you've asked me to look and only look, but I can't help but wonder whether you're maneuvering me into doing something that you would categorically call crazy.&nbsp; No more jumping down chutes as death lumbers overhead.&nbsp; Oh no."&nbsp; Garrett turned to look at the machine, and then shrugged, smiled and said:&nbsp; &nbsp;"Oh, I just can't resist."<br><br>And Garrett hauled towards the machine, giggling madly as he lunged towards it and, if unaffected by the cold steel of the contraption, climbed like some beast up it and unto the top.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 04:44:28</strong>
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				Ithika sets her teeth and prepares for the worst as the Brelander sets off up the device.&nbsp; She curses under her breath-- a vague memory of pain and terror, from before... of seeing a look in someone's eyes when she was being destroyed and driven through the stone... was he concerned about her then?&nbsp; Did it actually hurt him to see her dying?<br><br>She waits.&nbsp; She's furious at doing so, because she should have been the first to climb, and she can disable machines... but Garrett is incorrigible.&nbsp; A smirk teases at her mouth as the rake scrambles off to try to kill himself.&nbsp; <br><br>((in the meantime: studying?&nbsp; disable device check for understanding, maybe, even though she's actually touching anything yet?&nbsp; 22))&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 05:25:37</strong>
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				(Ith'ika can recall what a spell turret is and that it uses visual targeting, but can't figure out how to disable it.)<br><br>As Garrett clambered up the machine, the spell turret fired at him, and when he reached the top of the machine, a second spell turret on the other side fired as well, launching black rays of necromantic energy at the unfortunate journalist.<br><br>(Attack rolls 11 and 24, touch attacks)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 06:19:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p116/ArcherYiZe/hk47-5.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"They are tracking their target visually. This can be dealt with."</span><br><br>Firing his thruster jets, Mark flies forward to hover roughly ten feet away from the second spell turret on the rear of the machine, and detonates another barrage of grenades to blanket the device in thick, concealing smoke.<br><br>(OOC: Creating a 20ft. radius Fog Cloud 10ft. away from the second turret. It's got a layer of fog at least 10ft. thick in all directions around it now, and you can't see through more than 5ft. of fog, so hopefully this neutralizes it.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 00:32:10</strong>
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				Kasumi creates an Astral Construct to charge forward and attack the nearest turret.&nbsp; ((level 1 construct, more a test of it's defenses, 18 AC, strike roll 15, Damage 6, miss chance 54))<br><br>She stands back and watches to see if the cloud works to protect Garrett, and if the turret atracks her construct. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 01:15:38</strong>
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				Garrett leaped up, spread his legs, and narrowly avoided being struck by a ray of negative energy when he realized that, behind him, another turret had emerged and took him in his sights.&nbsp; He was able to lift his buckler just in time, but Garrett miscalculated the energy's potential, and found himself sprawled on the surface of the machine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 02:35:44</strong>
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				"Is there anything in Count Ormik's journal relating to <i>plans</i> for this thing?" Ithika asks her compatriots as she prepares to climb after Garrett.&nbsp; "It knows you are alive, howler-monkey.&nbsp; Get out of its sight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 04:42:09</strong>
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				As the astral construct charged the machine, a ray of black energy leapt out and struck the creature, causing no visible effects.&nbsp; Similarly, the Astral Construct's attack didn't affect the spell turret in the slightest, leaving it unscathed.&nbsp; Meanwhile, out of the fog cloud, beams of black energy leapt out, accurate as ever.<br><br>(Attack roll against Mark, 27 touch; attack roll against Garrett, 14 touch)<br><br>As the group began to confront the machinem it made a grinding noise and slowly started sinking into a lower level of the facility, sending up great hunks of stone as it burrowed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 07:01:46</strong>
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				Ithika concentrates, searching her heart for that hole of black, that tar-pit, deep inside and desperately hungry.&nbsp; She moves quickly and silently as she climbs, hiding by instinct, and climbs the construction to find the panel.&nbsp; If she can reach Garrett, she'll throw him her cloak. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"> ((Hide 48, Move silent 42, Climb 21.))</span>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 12:20:49</strong>
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				Kasumi sends the construct to help Garrett.&nbsp; It interposes it's form between him and the nearest turret.&nbsp; "Garrett, are you able to move?&nbsp; Mark, the cloud's not helping.&nbsp; Can you dispurse the smoke?"<br><br>If Garrett does not respond verbally within 3 seconds, she has theConstruct grab him and carry him to Sam.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 17:49:45</strong>
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				Garrett rubbed his face with a gloved palm, and stirred.&nbsp; His ears were just regaining their capability to listen, and the blur of near-death dissipitated.&nbsp; He sat up, groaning, and rose to one knee. Where was he?&nbsp; What hit him?&nbsp; He looked around and groaned.&nbsp; Garrett had half-hoped that he had been dreaming of this gruesome nightmare.&nbsp; What would his friends say if they knew he was hanging out with a monk, a changeling, a robot and a drow?<br><br>He got up slowly, and then muttered something as he alighted towards one spell turret, his eye gleaming like the cat that has spotted the canary.<br><br>&nbsp;"Showtime!" he cried as he leapt towards it, engulfed it with his body, and worked feverishly to disable it.<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong><br><br>Garrett rolls a 38 for disable device.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 18:56:45</strong>
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				Shrugging off the black energy beam , Mark switches his focus from the shrouded-but-still-firing spell turret to the hatch that the front-mounted cannon was protecting. He adjusts the focus lens on his beam, then delivers a pinpoint strike against the hinges, lock, or whatever looks to be the most vulnerable point on the device.<br><br>(11 immediate acid damage, 7 overflow.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 19:14:12</strong>
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				I sigh.&nbsp; "This is fast becoming pathetic."&nbsp; My turn.&nbsp; I climb on my new dinosaur, ready to show the others how it's done.&nbsp; "Come on, Cathy, go get the nasty death turret.&nbsp; Good girl."&nbsp; And with that, my trusty steed charges in, teeth ready to tear into the turret the old-fashioned way.<br><br>((I mount Cathy and she charges the turret.&nbsp; Note that undead are immune to energy drain.&nbsp; I use Cathy for cover so I don't get zapped myself.&nbsp; When she gets there, Cathy goes chomp on the turret.&nbsp; If you want attack/damage rolls, then assuming a standard zombie T-Rex [which she probably isn't in E6]... 13+30=43, 4+3+2+15=24.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 05:12:55</strong>
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				Ithika's voice hisses across the mind link with primal fury.&nbsp; 'That thing will open the void if your <i>pet</i> rips it open!&nbsp; Can't you see that haste has given us no ground?!&nbsp; You do NOT want to go to that place...'<br><br>She sends through a vision of the broken tower, the desert of colorless, lightless stone, the void and the ocean of writhing souls like a roiling sea of torment.&nbsp; <br><br>Her new gifts make hiding so natural as to help her all but disappear as she picks her way up the machine to the access tches.&nbsp; ((Please let me at what point she gets a shot at disabling them, or if she has a better chance of delivering her cloak to Garrett to help him hide-- disable roll's a 25, hide... well, hide was not a 1 so I'm hoping that's ok.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 03:24:05</strong>
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				My disappointment is palpable, but Ithi is right.&nbsp; "Hold," I command my noble steed, her massive body still between me and the turret.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 04:26:41</strong>
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				((ok, going to try to get things moving, which means making up details that no one has substantiated.&nbsp; That doesn't particularly bother ME, but if somebody doesn't like it, they can say so and I will gladly-- nay, GIDDILY-- edit them out))<br>When Garrett throws himself onto the spell turret like a ragdoll into an exhaust fan, Ithi'Ka realizes that her hope to provide the man her cloak-- with its inherent darkness, its protective qualities-- are as futile as a little old lady trying to warm the ocean with her bladder.&nbsp; <br><br>She almost feels angry-- certainly, a few months ago <i>... hours, she reminds herself... what felt so long to her was only a matter of moments here...</i> she would have been infuriated at his bastardly predisposition to bash windmills with his forehead, despite personal danger-- nay, moreso because of that danger.&nbsp; She supposes, now, that she can see something within the man she hadn't before... perhaps it's imagination, but she begins to wonder if, under that opulent facade of ass-hattery is a fragile, self-loathing soul.<br><br>Gliding closer and studying the turrets as one would eye the gleam of a massive beast, Ithika picks her way closer and begins to follow the machine.&nbsp; <i>Alright, leech.&nbsp; Where did you put the hatch...</i><br><br>Baring an arrow in hand, as her tools are long gone, she pries open a rust-red and earth-brown cover of the massive eldritch machine.&nbsp; <i>If it's connected to the dark place, maybe I can feel its source...</i>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 02:46:01</strong>
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				As the tyranasaur charged towards the machine, Garret found a small hole in the device and carefully smudged a single rune, causing the turret to go dead.&nbsp; Physical attacks on the turrets were ineffective, for the armor of the machine seemed to be reinforced with something outside of time.&nbsp; The grinding and rumbling the machine was emitting grew piercing, and three angry looking skeletons with green fire bursting from their eyes burst from the machine, looking desperately for meat.&nbsp; In the same moment, the machine dropped through the floor, making a hole as it descended 10 feet.<br><br>Ith'ika and Garrett are already on the descending platform, along with the three mystically empowered skeletons.&nbsp; The creatures seem to be coming from a triangular protrusion on the back of the machine, which opens up every few seconds and spits out skeletons.&nbsp; Now that it's moving, however, the skeletons seemed to have been charged with some fell force.&nbsp; The other turret of the machine was thankfully underground, as was most of the sealed hatch.&nbsp; Clearly, this device was not merely a machine, but a vehicle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 02:54:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi, seeing the machine's turret disabled, heads over to the machine at a run, enhancing herself as she does so.&nbsp; She leaps down after her eyes grow larger, her expresion wiser.<br><br>((+4 to wisdom, and jumps onto the decending Machine.))<br><br>"Can you get us inside?" She says, as she interposes herself between the skeletons and Garret."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 03:20:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Once that infernal machine took its ten-foot jaunt, Garrett kept himself abreast of the situation by embracing the inert strength-sucking cannon as best as he could.&nbsp; The result was better than Garrett could have hoped.&nbsp; He wasn't collecting himself from the ground again.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=53854.msg2820164#msg2820164">Quote from: Tagan on 09-03-2010, 02:54:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Can you get us inside?" She says, as she interposes herself between the skeletons and Garret." <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;"... Yes," he lied.&nbsp; He didn't know whether he could or not.&nbsp; Garrett didn't know whether he could move or not.&nbsp; He felt burdened and over-exerted.&nbsp; No point in not trying, he figured.&nbsp; He pushed off of the turret and half-crawled towards the entry, almost falling unto it.&nbsp; Everything was so heavy.<br><br>&nbsp;"Yes," he said with more confidence, exasperated by the insignificant effort.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I can open this.&nbsp; Easy.&nbsp; Like your mother."<br><br>OOC:&nbsp; Garrett attempts to open the door, but doesn't check for traps.&nbsp; Garrett rolls a 19 plus +17 skill bonus +12 cha bonus -6 burdened.&nbsp; So, um, 42.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 03:24:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Supporting Garrett with one hand, Kasumi prepares to defend him from the skeletons.&nbsp; She whispers.&nbsp; "She probably would have liked you.&nbsp; She died in the war."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 03:53:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"My sympathies," the roguish Brelander retorted.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Not."&nbsp; He appeared too tired to add any venom to this, and spoke in monotone as he worked on the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 07:18:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Working on the hatch, Garrett can't find a way in, but he can find a few magical runes that seem to suggest a persistent message spell around the hatch.&nbsp; If touched in the right order, they will enable the sending of short messages to someone inside the machine.&nbsp; The device moves at a speed of about 10 feet a round, though the rock it's burrowing through looks rather solid, and it might go faster if it breaks into a more solid rock layer.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 13:57:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'll try to draw them off," Ithi'Ka says as she nocks an arrow.&nbsp; She leaves view by way of a distance ((hide 52)) and skirts toward the edge of the platform.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 00:34:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Garrett silently seethed at his companions and regretted losing the thick accent.&nbsp; One never has high expectations for people with absurd, thick accents, he thought.&nbsp; As soon as he lost it, the requests came flooding in.&nbsp; Garrett, would you please create an incredible magical spell that covers a small city?&nbsp; Garrett, could you please risk your neck to investigate this or the other?&nbsp; Garrett, could you find it in your heart to open an otherwise impregnable door?&nbsp; No problem, ladies and gents.&nbsp; Garrett could do this and more.<br><br>Fuckers, Garrett thought, while coughing up a lungful of Mark's smokebomb.&nbsp; He glanced over his shoulder at the robot, and thought to himself, nobody ever asks that good-for-nothing tin-bucket for a thing.&nbsp; And here, the bossy women were asking him to pull something out of his ass when he didn't even have the strength to wipe himself.<br>&nbsp; <br>Women!<br><br>Concentrate, he thought to himself.&nbsp; Mathematically speaking, it would take more than five hours to work through the message randomly, and he didn't have five hours.&nbsp; Was it possible that he should be able to teleport through?&nbsp; He searched his book of scrolls, and came up with nothing.&nbsp; The only useful spell that he had in his arsenal was the Zone of Truth.&nbsp; He glanced over his shoulder at Kasumi and considered this for a moment...<br><br>&nbsp;"You can't postcognate, can you?" he asked, whilst working out another idea.&nbsp; Perhaps he could fake the runes out.&nbsp; This, he thought, was an ingenious idea, namely because it was his go-to idea.&nbsp; With a myriad of movements, and a few hums, the young man attempted, as best as he could with the strength permitted, to fake out the runes.<br><br>OOC:&nbsp; 31 to Use Magic to fake out runes;&nbsp; 80% on percent die.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 14:12:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The runes Garrett messed with fumed and sparked, causing a red magical matrix just underneath the surface of the machine to light up brightly, displaying an impressive panoply of protective spells.&nbsp; Whoever had prepared this device had way too much time on their hands.&nbsp; As the journalist futzed around with the mechanisms, a message slithered its way through the rune of communication.&nbsp; "I'd appreciate it if you didn't mess with that.&nbsp; I'm tunneling through solid rock, and I'd hate to have to split my concentration.&nbsp; You'd hate it too, I'd imagine."&nbsp; Said the voice of Nergassa ir'Omik.&nbsp; The skeletons the machine had thrown out charged at Garrett, hoping to get his attention away from finding a way to sabotage the descending machine.<br><br>(Skeleton attack rolls 25, 14, and 22; hitting for 12, 15, and&nbsp; 7 damage respectively)<br><br>(The machine is now 20 feet below the surface of the dungeon, leaving a tunnel behind it.&nbsp; There is a possibility that the tunnel will collapse, however)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 19:10:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi, astonished by the glowing eyed skeletons totally ignoring her presense between them and their target, never-the-less takes advantage of their attempt to move past her to attack Garret, punhing out at each as it attempts the feat, and slaming them hard as they reach past her.<br><br>((AOO attacks:&nbsp; 22 14, 20. Trip (resisted by str or dex)attempts: 25, 18, 26. Damage: 9, 15, 9, Whirlwind attack: 23, 25, 18. Damage: 10, 8, 12))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 19:35:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The iron machine shrugging off his energy beams, Mark turns his attention to the nearest of the skeletons, loosing a point-blank blast into its body.<br><br>(OOC: Ranged touch of 14, 9 damage +5 spillover damage next turn.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 21:09:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Come on, Cathy.&nbsp; Bad skeletons need eated."&nbsp; And so, my lovely pet goes charging across the field to join the fray.<br><br>((Zombie!&nbsp; Charge!&nbsp; Cathy charges the nearest non-decked skeleton.&nbsp; Attack: 9+18: 27.&nbsp; Damage: 1+6+6+15: 28.&nbsp; Oh, and initiative if you want it: Sam- 11+1=12.&nbsp; Cathy- 17+0=17.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 21:32:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi's martial arts weakened the skeletons and slammed them into the descending walls of the tunnel, while Mark's energy beam and Cathy's intervention dusted a pair of them, leaving a final skeleton wobbling towards Garrett while awaiting an arrow to finish him off.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 21:37:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((Assuming skeletons are susceptible to crits and therefore susceptible to sneak-attack damage it should probably be dead.&nbsp; 31 to hit, 5+4electrical+21sneak))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 21:51:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(Terribly sorry, but they aren't.&nbsp; Fortunately, you only needed to deal 2 points of damage to dust the final skeleton)&nbsp; The skeleton shattered from the impact of the arrow, leaving the group alone on a platform 25 feet deep into the ground.&nbsp; A message came from inside the machine.&nbsp; "Say your prayers, fools.&nbsp; You've got about ten seconds before the tunnel collapses on top of you!"&nbsp; Nergassa announced with cackling, gleeful laughter, while the roar of the machine's drill started to send cracks through the tunnel walls.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 22:48:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi thinks quickly to Sam.&nbsp; <em>Quickly, ask your T-Rex to try an pull open this hatch, while I aid it.</em><br><br>While saying to Garrett.&nbsp; "If you can do anything else, now's the time!"<br><br>She prepares to pull on the hatch cover once the Rex has a grasp on it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 23:16:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With no more targets to turn his weapons upon, Mark jets upward out of the hole, hovering in midair and turning to aim downward. If the tunnel did indeed collapse before they managed to breach the vehicle's interior, he would at least be able to try and melt away the rubble to free the others - or, if that proved impractical, return to base alone and report a mission accomplished.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 23:28:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I nod to Kasumi, and start commanding my dinosaur.&nbsp; "Grab the hatch, Cathy.&nbsp; Good girl.&nbsp; Now, pull!"<br><br>((Trying to break the hatch.&nbsp; I'm guessing this'd be a strength check, with Kasumi attempting to aid.&nbsp; +10 strength, +8 size.&nbsp; 5+8+10=23.&nbsp; If there's time to try again next round, 11+8+10=29.&nbsp; If there's time for a third try, 18+8+10=36.&nbsp; That's all before Kasumi's aid.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 23:34:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi and the zombie Rex pull mightily at the hatch.&nbsp; ((25 together on the first try, 31 on the second.&nbsp; If there are 10 seconds left, no time for a third.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 23:52:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Working together as the machine descends, after 2 rounds the group manages to pull the hatch 18 inches open, the entire structure resisting mightily.&nbsp; Above, the cracked rock began to destabilize and quake; reams of dirt and stone falling to form a small layer on the ground.&nbsp; Like a score of plates in the hands of an unbalanced dishwasher, the entire mouth of the tunnel seemed to sway and make ready to fall.<br><br>(Getting in through an 18 inch hole is a DC 25 escape artist check for a medium character.)<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 00:06:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi quickly shrinks and attempts to squeeze inside, while thinking. <em>Get Garrett out of here, and go!&nbsp; I'll have to take her alone, hurry before the cave colapses!</em><br><br>((Escape artist check 22, plus action point for 4 is 26.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 00:22:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi squeezed through the door and found herself in a 10 foot wide iron corridor, lit only by the burning eyes of 8 skeletons, some of them armed with spears.&nbsp; They wasted no time in striking at Kasumi, trying to wear her down while she squeezed into the machine.&nbsp; <br><br>(AoO: 9, 18, 12, 23, damage 12, 9, 12, 12)&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Outside the falling rock got to a foot thick, as more and more cracks spread.&nbsp; A good whack to the wall would likely collapse the entire tunnel.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 01:57:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ithi'Ka is after Kasumi at the gap... assuming she doesn't have to fight the others to do so.&nbsp; She hopes they'll be distracted enough at Kasumi's more overt entry that they don't notice hers.&nbsp; ((Escape Artist 32, Hide 51))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 02:00:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hold it open, Cathy!"&nbsp; I hop off of my mount and walk over to Garrett.&nbsp; "Don't get the wrong idea, Mister Garrett, but Kasumi needs you right now."&nbsp; And with that, I kiss him.&nbsp; Just a quick peck for the spell, but enough to restore some of his strength.&nbsp; "Please."<br><br>((Metamagic rod to maximize a Lesser Restoration kiss, cast spontaneously from a domain slot to restore four points of that strength hit.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 02:04:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ith'ika entered the machine silently, as a bit of strength returned to Garrett's limbs.&nbsp; (eh, 150 more posts and we get a shiny new subforum.&nbsp; XD)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 02:38:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi agilely slides past the web of spears and claws, and steps forward 5 feet, then spins around, fists and feet flying.<br><br>((Assuming 4 are in reach, since 4 attacked her, Whirlwind Attacks: 32, 17, 29, 21, Damage: 7, 10, 11, 8))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 15:34:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ithika gauges the ceiling and walls for handholds by which she can bypass the melee.&nbsp; Finding no purchase there, she begins to scour the corridor like a nocturnal forager for critical access to the machine's inner workings-- perhaps a maintenance hatch or indications of a power supply.&nbsp; ((Search: 26))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 17:41:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The skeletons rocked backwards from Kasumi's first wave of punches, and surged forward to try and grab her, hissing all the while.&nbsp; <br><br>(touch attacks 24 and 14, grapple checks 20 and 26, spear attacks 10 and nat. 20 confirm 26, 10/5 damage on the crit)<br><br><br>Ith'ika found a hatch into the guts of the machine.&nbsp; It was a tight fit, but it seemed to go all the way to the control center, and down into the power source.&nbsp; (DC 30 escape artist check to winnow through the cramped ductwork)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ixy</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 20:16:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Peering at a crouch into the claustrophobic tunnels, Ithika realizes that this could be a short, one-way trip.&nbsp; She delves in nonetheless, twisting and contorting her small, dark form into the hatch, contorting like a broken-bodied serpent and disappearing into the shadows.&nbsp; ((Added an AP for 32.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 20:44:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi takes the grappling skeleton's heads, slamming them together as they both attempt to grab her.&nbsp; ((AoO's of 25 and 23, damage of 8 and 10)) <br><br>She slides past one spear point, taking a nice scrape along one hip as she avoids the other, though the attack doesn't seem to wound her outside of the cut in her clothing.&nbsp; ((Temp hp takes the 5 points.))<br><br>Then she swings around again, taking the offensive, fists and feet flying out at her foes, determined to keep them busy.&nbsp; ((Whirlwind attacks: 27, 18, 23, 27, Damage: 6, 14, 11, 11)) 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 23:46:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The golden-haired cherub-faced journalist continued to fumble expertly through the magic runes when, to his surprise and horror, he had been struck not once, but three times.&nbsp; His body clattered against the hull of the digging mechanism, and he rolled unto his stomach, not at all in possession of his senses.&nbsp; He heard curses and crashes behind him, but did not turn to look because he was stuck.&nbsp; He heard his name, but that was overshadowed by the clanking of this sinister machine.<br><br>Then he felt a pull at his shoulders, and he was confronted with the amiable, ever-changing face that belonged (at times) to Sam.&nbsp; He watched her lips move, and then watched as she kissed him.&nbsp; The sensation that coursed through his limbs was strange to him, because he had associated it to something akin of falling in love.<br><br>&nbsp;"I seriously hope that this isn't one of those situations," he began, breathlessly, &nbsp;"where I say that I'm not in love with you but I really am.&nbsp; My mother will be sorely disappointed if I bring you home."&nbsp; With that, he sat up, rose to his feet, and moved towards the shaft and, not particularly gracefully, dived through the hatch.<br><br>(Garrett rolls a natural one, but has a +24 bonus to escape artist).<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 00:46:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I watch Garrett walk off and sigh.&nbsp; "He got the wrong idea."&nbsp; I shake my head and return to Cathy, giving her a quick kiss, too, as I hop on.&nbsp; This time, a spell to help me escape.&nbsp; "Up, girl!"&nbsp; And with that, my five ton lizard flies straight up, and out of the pit.<br><br>"And now," I say to Mark, "I guess all we can do is wait."&nbsp; And pray.<br><br>((A Fly kiss on Cathy, spontaneously converted from my second-level domain slot.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 03:44:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Garret managed to push his way into the engine room, right behind Ithi'ka.&nbsp; The room was cramped and full of gnashing gears, as odd necromantic tubes ran solutions of various magical reagants between devices which were nearly incomprehensible.&nbsp; Nothing stood in the way of gnashing hands in a gear, or being burned by some of the more precarious looking tubes carrying what seemed to be molten metal.&nbsp; At the very center of the room was nearly the only familiar thing in the entire strange construct of iron; a bound Earth Elemental, held in the classic method of the Zil.&nbsp; <br><br>The bound creature moaned slightly in pain, as its essence and energies were diverted to power the eldrich machine.&nbsp; It was evidently a larger elemental, perhaps even an elder.&nbsp; Certainly powerful enough to make a very very bad day for everyone if the bindings were opened.&nbsp; The engine room itself had safe zones less than five feet across, but for someone being careful, the 30 foot diameter room was safe enough.&nbsp; There were two exits to the engine room, one to the north, and one to the south, both very firmly locked.&nbsp; <br><br><br>Meanwhile in the vestibule, Kasumi's punches knocked the skeletons away and caused them to fade into dust, suggesting that perhaps they weren't even normal skeletons.&nbsp; A corridor yawned before her, but it wasn't quite possible to see to the end of it, since it was somehow 40 feet long.&nbsp; The corridor itself seemed to defy gravity, happily turning directly up a wall halfway up its length.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 05:12:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi, having destroyed her immediate attackers, summons a winged construct, and donning it's skin, runs forward past the rest, and then dives upwards, her wings flapping furiously as she rises.&nbsp; She thinks to the others.&nbsp; <em>Heading for the control room now.&nbsp; Give me your status?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 00:45:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				In a rather wretched manner, M. Garrett dragged his heels towards the elder elemental.&nbsp; He stood before it, looking up at it, and then, produced a rather menacing idea.&nbsp; He could loosen these bonds and unleash the elemental and thereby stop the machine!&nbsp; Nevermind that he didn't quite recall the directions.&nbsp; Nevermind that he might die.&nbsp; This son of a bitch was huge, and huge elementals made things interesting.&nbsp; He took out his jotting book from his bag, slammed it unto the ground before the elder, sat indian style, and set to describing the scene.<br><br><em>There is a fantastic idiom in the Dwarven language that I am particularly fond of.&nbsp; It is remarkable because it is a simple statement, but captures very well precisely the sentiment I wish to convey.&nbsp; It translates into common rather crudely, but the dwarves aren't very good at creating beautiful, sonorous language.&nbsp; "That guy is so huge, I can see his asshole from here."<br><br>But no, my dear reader, this is not a guy I am speaking of.&nbsp; It is an elemental, one that has been used to harness the power of energy for locomotion.&nbsp; One that has been chained to a life of servitude for ones that are far less, how shall we say, insignificant than they.&nbsp; Here lies a potency itself, reduced and harangued by unimportant masters, to churn away at mud and dirt and rock.&nbsp; But no more!&nbsp; For I, one Campbell Garrett, Brelander by choice and Karrnathi by adjudication, am going to release him.&nbsp; What could possibly go wrong?</em><br><br>Garrett glanced up at Ithi'ka and gave her two thumbs up, as if to say, I have this whole situation under control.&nbsp; Then, he proceded,<br><br>&nbsp;"Wake up, Ellie!&nbsp; You're the crux of the problem, and they call me Mr. Problem Solver.&nbsp; So get ready!"&nbsp; He pulled at his sleeves, pulled his gloves up by the wrists, and then set to work to free the elemental.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Too many people perish on account of irresponsible elemental usage, Ellie.&nbsp; Can I get a quote?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 03:05:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ithi'ka puts a finger lightly on Garrett's shoulder.&nbsp; <strong>"Show me how.&nbsp; Then get out of here. I can escape even it's bizzare senses, so may survive it's rampage."</strong> ((Her accent is present, but I won't attempt it tonight.))<br><br>She thinks silently to the others.&nbsp; <strong><em>We have discovered an elemental powering the machine.&nbsp; We will free it shortly.&nbsp; Be prepared.</em></strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 03:45:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Garrett looked quite discouraged when Ithi'ka spoke to him.<br><br>&nbsp;"What about me strikes you as being the sort of guy that <em>knows</em> what he's doing?"&nbsp; He grinned, and continued his labor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Christopher28</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 02:50:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ithi'ka sighed to herself and started to work on the elemental's bindings as well.&nbsp; <em>Am I fated to see this fool die heroically while I slip away unscathed?</em> She shrugged a bit somberly as she worked.&nbsp; <em>Ah well... such is fate.&nbsp; His luck IS strong... perhaps he will surprise me once again?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 03:48:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Elder Elemental opened one diamond eye, staring out at the world it had been imprisoned in with a look of singular hate.&nbsp; The creature vibrated slowly but surely, straining against its bonds as it realized what was happening.&nbsp; The air around the engine room filled with expectation, while the vicious creature began to explode the tiny pins and diagrams that kept it from moving.&nbsp; The players made their moves, and the creature answered, a mouth like a forboding cave opening and roaring like an angry volcano.&nbsp; "NO MORTAL MAY CONTAIN ME!&nbsp; NO CREATURE MAY CONTROL ME!"&nbsp; The Elder shouted in Terran, sounding to those unfamiliar with the language like a falling avalanche. <br><br>With a final lurch, the Elder smashed open a hole in the side of the machine, making the entire thing crack and buckle, as the defensive wards that had kept it intact all began to fail.&nbsp; The gigantic monster contained inside pushed its way to the side of the machine, pulling at the sides of the hole it had made, hoping to make just enough room to escape.&nbsp; The Elemental was obviously going to tear the machine in half to get out, possibly dooming everyone inside.&nbsp; In the tomb of earth the group found themselves in, it was going to take more than a bit of cleverness to escape.&nbsp; <br><br>(I'm willing to allow an improvised ritual, if that's how you guys would like to get out.&nbsp; There's about 50 feet of dirt between you and relative safety.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 12:09:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi, uncertain of the other's exact location, races towards the exit.&nbsp; She thinks to everyone.&nbsp; <em>]Try and get some space, find a doorway or other structure to prevent being crushed, and Sam, start digging us out!</em><br><br>((Made a 17 untrained knowlege check))<br><br>As the ceiling starts to colapse on her, she summons the strongest astral construct she can think of, in the shape of a cloaker with huge shovel hands on top of it's mantle, and dives beneath it. <br><br>((Astral construct with the muscle power, has 29 Str, and perhaps a circumstance bonus for digging from it's shape.))
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Christopher28</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 19:54:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ithika can't help but chuckle silently to herself as the walls and ceiling collapse all around her.&nbsp; <em>Wouldn't you know it?&nbsp; We're all going to die down here... how very... ironic.</em>&nbsp; Nevertheless, something inside her keeps her moving, dodging from shadow to shadow, her eyes watching everything, trying to evade death for as long as possible.&nbsp; Tears stream down her face, tears of laughter and despair mixed.&nbsp; <em>If nothing else... Garret will have a very... interesting... obituary.&nbsp; He would like that.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 01:20:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Garrett was, for the most part, outraged by the earth elemental's lack of manners.&nbsp; He thought he understood the elemental and felt that he had a connection with him.&nbsp; He thought that the elemental would be grateful for Garrett's intervention, but the earth elemental's logic was not aplomb with Garrett's reasoning.<br><br>An emergence of mana petaled around Garrett as he drew his gloved palms together, threading his fingers save the indexes, which remained pointed.&nbsp; His brow sweated with concentration as he cried,<br><br>&nbsp;"A coercion, a conceit! A confederacy marked by deceit!<br>Existence drawn from whence, scurry afar from thence,<br>That is not your home, not your dwelling!<br><br>I hearby mark thee, of this extant tree,<br>To any place, earth, air, water or abyssal!<br>For I incur the plane's supremacy, DISMISSAL!"<br><br>And at the final word, spoken powerfully, the journalist pointed at the large, thundering creature, and attempted to expel him from this reality, and return him to his own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 01:24:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Me?&nbsp; Dig?&nbsp; With a giant undead lizard and Mark's disintegrator&nbsp; beam on hand?&nbsp; I don't believe I'm the one who will be doing the digging.&nbsp; "Mark, you start digging.&nbsp; Cathy and I will go get help."<br><br>And with that, I set forth on my badass flying zzombie tyrannosaurus rex to go fetch a bunch of bodies and some shovels.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 04:00:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mark began to noncomittedly, idly sweep his energy beam back and forth across the rubble heap, but as soon as Cathy and Sam were out of sight, he stopped and went to seat himself on a nearby pillar or pile of dirt - he hadn't been assigned to this for manual labor duty. Judging by the size of the machine, there wouldn't be enough air to support three people - well, two, he wasn't sure entirely what the elf had turned into - for the time it'd take him to burrow a tunnel down to them...and considering one of them was the Brelander, he certainly wasn't going to expend any more effort than he absolutely had to.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>03-04-2010, 12:01:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The astral construct butressed the ceiling, and the rest of the group began to dig furiously to try and rescue their comrades.&nbsp; Meanwhile, magical energy surged around the Journalist, creating a current of energy between himself and the elemental.&nbsp; The earth around the group quaked and groaned, while more of the machine threatened to shatter from all the accumulated stress.<br><br>(Go ahead and make four DC 35 Knowledge (Religion) checks Phantom.&nbsp; If you manage to accumulate four successes with no more than two consecutive failures, you'll calcify the elemental and create a safe air pocket for everyone, saving the party.)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 04:09:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Garret's impromptu magical ritual opened up the fabric of reality, and tore a hole through which the elemental fell, sucking a good portion of the machine along with it.&nbsp; In that same moment, a very fortunate shaft between the hole the mole machine dug and the facility above opened, creating an opportunity for the team to escape.<br><br>2 Hours later, Major Saithe greeted the group, flanked by a number of robed priests from the church of the Soveirgn Host.&nbsp; "Against my better judgement, and stern reccomendation otherwise, the king has gone and commended you as heroes for your involvement in the rescue efforts surrounding the embassy catastrophe.&nbsp; As such, you've been provided with the full resources of the Kingdom."&nbsp; Saithe explained, while labor crews started carting huge boulders and wagon loads of dirt into count Omik's facility, aiming to bury the damned place for all eternity. <br><br>Saithe handed a set of documents to Ith'ika.&nbsp; "If you're planning on going to Sharn, we're ready to teleport you into the upper planes, or give you an airship.&nbsp; Whichever you'd prefer.&nbsp; I'd take the airship myself; perfect time to work on your tan- and relax a little."&nbsp; The horifying half-undead woman said.&nbsp; The streets were so full of workers destroying what Count Omik had wrought that Cathy didn't even seem to be noticed in all the horror.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Christopher28</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 07:35:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ithika looked over the papers carefully.&nbsp; Having somehow survived a sure death once again, she was starting to feel that it was not her fate to die... at least, not again so soon.&nbsp; This time, perhaps, she could manage things without anything too insane happening?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 04:34:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				((I've waited as long as I felt I could for something to be decided... oh well.))<br><br>Kasumi, looking over Ithi'ka's shoulder, says. "I think the planes sound better.&nbsp; Than we may even beat the Count to Sharn, correct?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 02:16:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Garrett grumbled miserably.<br><br>&nbsp;"I get commended by that blood-curdling jackass you call a king, but I don't get any consorts to gnaw on my tip!&nbsp; What an ungrateful bunch of zombies.&nbsp; I bet that if I were into the whole mummification thing, I'd get myself bowls and bowls of flesh and innards as a reward.&nbsp; But no.&nbsp; No one realizes that I'm a young man in desperate need of being a colt to a mare.&nbsp; Or mares.&nbsp; You Karrnathis would just love that, getting some spirited offspring like yours truly.&nbsp; Twenty years from now, the whole of the five nations would be yours if my blood ran through the veins of your soldiers!"<br><br>He went on and on and on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 03:47:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Mark stands in a corner, idly chiseling away dried ghoul gore from between the gaps in his armor plates.<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">"Then if your desires are too strong to ignore, perhaps you should do something about them. I believe that there is a respectable and very discreet kennel a few streets away, or perhaps you might try a pet store."</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PhantomPistoleer</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 02:36:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Garrett threw his arms up in absolute disgust when he heard the tin-head's retort.<br><br>&nbsp;"Stop yer' projections, rust bucket!&nbsp; Just because yer' pecker's a rusty nail doesn't provide you with that lot of cynicism!&nbsp; It's all about that girl, isn't it?&nbsp; It's a wonder how all of you failed to notice that she was a becoming blond woman!&nbsp; She was a spittin' image of the Queen, related, too!&nbsp; But no.&nbsp; Garrett's weird because he wanted to tap a dog girl, not because he wanted to ace a really big-breasted ten.&nbsp; Squirt some oil in yer' nuts and bolts, tin man--Garrett only likes human slash elven women.&nbsp; Except I had a fun night with a serpent woman once..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 04:16:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I try my best to ignore the conversation, inching closer and closer to Cathy as it gets more and more uncomfortable, blushing profusely all the while.&nbsp; Eventually, I just can't take it anymore.&nbsp; "Enough!&nbsp; Garrett, I'm sure the pay will be more than enough to afford enough... companionship.&nbsp; And I promise that next time we're in city, we will make sure you have enough time to... enjoy yourself.&nbsp; So please, may we drop the subject?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Christopher28</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 06:17:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ithika turns to Kasumi, handing her the documents.&nbsp; "Ever since my trip into the realms of darkness, I really haven't felt like myself.&nbsp; Could you take over as leader for the moment?&nbsp; At least until I get my head back on straight?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 17:29:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi sighs deeply, but accepts the documents.&nbsp; "Very well."<br><br>She places a gentle hand on the Drow's shoulder.&nbsp; "I understand.&nbsp; Please take it as easy as you can, and let me know if you need any help."<br><br>She looks them over quickly, before turning to Saithe.&nbsp; "I say we take the fast route through the planes.&nbsp; But I think we'll need a guide.&nbsp; I know next to nothing about the subject."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Christopher28</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 21:36:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ithika speaks up again.&nbsp; "Perhaps we can hire one, or request one from our sponsors?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Saga of the Rekkenmark;  City of Rekkenmark (Main Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tagan</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 22:06:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kasumi looks somewhat pointedly at Saithe.
			</dd>
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