The Great Modron March IC
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				Title: <strong>The Great Modron March IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheKhan</strong> on <strong>22-12-2018, 19:28:53</strong>
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				The lights of Sigil hang above you in the “sky.” Or at least what lights you can see through the smog and smoke of the Lower Ward. Hammers bang and touts shout the lastest news as you make your way through the spiny streets. You are just thinking how things could be worse (you could be in the Hive) when they get worse. <br><br>A sickly green portal, the colour of radiation or plague, springs to life in front of you, disgorging the worst possible occupants: demons. <br><br>The tanar’ri scatter every which way, wrecking havoc and destruction. A goat headed beast of flame swings its burning sword in your direction - a clear challenge to battle - and screams “For the Abyss!” as it charges at you. <br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/Screen_Shot_2018-12-22_at_11.25.48_AM.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OCC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Please roll for initiative and post your actions for the first round.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Modron March IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>25-12-2018, 07:15:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/0e3b31fe-9a09-4252-8e57-a7d2893acf14/d520tbz-a0553e38-03a8-4716-9efd-9c48aea6e858.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jolia ("Jolly") Skystrider</span> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1779057)<br><br>Hooves clip-clopping in a swift staccato as she races along Sigil's cobbles, the galloping bariaur has just barely drawn up to a rearing halt after shooting past Narissa at full tilt. <br><br>Jolly's just barely breathing hard, and she has her lance canted casually back over one shoulder as she huffs and grins back at Narissa, who'd come to a much smoother stop (tricky castery creature that she is) after the Xeph had (narrowly) won their race to the corner near the fountain.<br><br>With a cheery snort, the bariaur takes note of the hulking form of a familiar nearby tiefling, and is just turning towards him with her lance raised in merry salute when the sound of reality shredding nearby drowns out her hail...and the demon-portal spews out its horrible denizens.<br><br>For Jolly, the sudden apparitions while she's half-reared up to turn are enough to give her pause, but the flaming Tanar'ri's warcry and the fact that he's charging towards them is enough to put her on familiar footing. Challenge her? For that matter, charge at a bariaur? <br><br>Well, there's only one response to that!<br><br>Jolly comes back down onto all fours with a crash of armor, shrugging her buckler around and lowering her lance as she lunges forward to meet the pit-spawn. With a bloodthirsty and wildly happy war-whoop of her own, the bariaur drops her lance into line with one of the goat-thing's eye-sockets as she gallops across the cobbles to meet it, gaining speed with every stride.<br><br>As she streaks past the demon, one of her hind-hooves kicks up and back, but it's poorly-timed, too eager, and there's just no possibility of it connecting. Jolly wheels to a halt just beyond the fountain, cloven hooves skidding on the stones as she turns to lower her lance once more towards the flaming creature (if it survived, if not she'll face the nearest hostile).<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Initiative and Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>Jolly's Initiative is 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128151)<br><br>As a <strong>swift action</strong>, Jolly <strong>challenges</strong> the Tanar'ri, <br>then <strong>charges</strong> him <strong>as a full-round action</strong> using her lance attack (with <strong>Ride By Attack</strong> and <strong>Spirited Charge</strong>) to charge 10' past him, coming to a halt just SE of the fountain. (I assume these squares on the map are 10'?). She tries to make a <strong>Thundering Hooves</strong> attack as well, but rolled a 2+1.<br><br>Lance To Hit: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128154)<br>Lance Damage: 31+3=34 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128155)(I forgot to include the Challenge damage of +1/level in the roll...I don't believe the challenge points are multiplied by Spirited Charge)<br>(Jolly does triple damage when charging with a lance.)<br><br>Thundering Hooves To Hit: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128156) WHIFF!<br></div></div><br>EDIT: Whoops, forgot to put in the initiative.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Modron March IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>28-12-2018, 03:37:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Barek.jpg)&nbsp; </div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Barik</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=297939.msg14582903#msg14582903)<br><hr><br>The day had only begun - at least for Barik - a few hours earlier. Still a little sore of head and sour of gut, Barik's path has stayed fairly clear less out of fear of the big tiefling's reputation and more out of sheer chance. Grumbling, he's about ready to start looking for trouble - or at least, something more interesting to do - when he hears the faint clatter of tiny hooves. A familiar clatter, yet, and the memory of the boisterous owner of those tiny hooves brightens Barik's mood somewhat; things are /never/ boring with Jolly around. <br><br>He doesn't get a chance to answer her appearance with so much as an irritable grunt, though. Portals.. here? They call it the City of Doors, but Barik is fairly sure that Portals and hostile demons are not allowed somehow. Never the less, there is on, and it is charging and Jolly's gone flying past him to stick it one with her lance and Barik shakes off the shock and brings his club around, stepping forward and howling a wordless challenge so the thing will not turn around and render one of the city's few interesting people to quivering bits right in front of him.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OoC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Soo .. Initiative: 12<br>At 2018-12-27 20:15:25, Sylverthorne (uid: 19) rolls: 1d20m+1 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128260)<br>Going to move up; depending on how big this thing is, either ten or fifteen feet, and give it a better reason to pay attention than just yelling at it.<br><br>At 2018-12-27 20:32:51, Sylverthorne (uid: 19) rolls: 1d20m+6 Result: 26 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128261) Hit! Probably. Also, crit threat.<br>At 2018-12-27 20:33:58, Sylverthorne (uid: 19) rolls: 1d20m+6 Result: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128263) Awh.<br>At 2018-12-27 20:33:19, Sylverthorne (uid: 19) rolls: 1d10m+7 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128262) Damage.<br><br>Initiative: +1, AC: 20, HP: 35/35 </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Modron March IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>28-12-2018, 05:09:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/Original_drawn_by_at_classics_9e4bb8b097a8b189dd0c4f843e87cb06.jpg)</div>Narissa Walker (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Pcsw45c61BH9G4KHY0L3LRwN4whPJm1r4cQrKSq4TKc/edit)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Active Powers: <br>--Inertial Armor<br>--Skate<br><br>Current AC: 14 (She's flat footed.)</div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Reaching the finish line, Narissa Walker--feet skidding an inch above the pavement, cornered sharply, then cornered again and skidded to a halt.&nbsp; She gave an excited squeal and a few bounces--how did she keep her generous cleavage inside that skimpy top anyway?&nbsp; "Gotcha, Jolly," she sing songed.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her eyes went quite wide when the portal snapped open, though.&nbsp; At the hideous things emerging, the normally swift witted girl froze, flexing her fists and grabbing for her dagger and...&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"What are those things?" she asked, throat tight with fear.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Initiative 5.</div></div>&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Modron March IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>01-01-2019, 19:15:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/qC3eGLx.jpg)</div><strong>Sheen Gridman</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=297939.msg14582981#msg14582981)<br><sup>Lvl 3 TN Android Investigator</sup><br><strong>HP</strong>&nbsp; 20 / 20;&nbsp; <strong>AC</strong>&nbsp; 20;&nbsp; <strong>CMD</strong>&nbsp; 16<hr>Sheen hated spending time down in the Lower Ward.&nbsp; The constant beating of steel, the blistering heat from the forges, the thick industrial smoke that hung over everything like a pall ... the whole miserable district reminded her too much of home.&nbsp; Still, it was undeniable that the place had its uses.&nbsp; Portals to the Plane of Earth ensured the forges were always stocked with quality ore, and with the greatest concentration of smiths in the city, if no one had what you wanted already in stock you could surely have it commissioned in short order.&nbsp; Arms for a mercenary band, enchanted armor that would let you stride into the the Pits of Hell, or delicate silver cages for mechanical songbirds who chimed out a melody that only grew more complex as it's continued to sing, all could be procured on these streets.<br><br>With all the coin that passed through these streets, you'd think the people would be happier.&nbsp; Rarely did the silver churn down to the hands of the cog-like workers who actually dwelled on these streets though.&nbsp; No, they got to dwell in the poisons and filth, slowly twisting them into sunken-eyed, yellow-skinned corpse-folk.&nbsp; Sheen avoided looking any of them in the eye, a small wooden box tucked under her arm and protected by the small round shield she had strapped into place there.&nbsp; She was wrapped in a bulky black leather double-breasted coat with plain brass buttons running in two rows down the front, the supple skins having a strange luster to them that suggested they'd been treated to repel water.&nbsp; Thick rubber soles splashed through a toxic puddle, and her head was hidden underneath a deep hood with a scarlet muffler wrapped around her lower face to keep away the stench.&nbsp; She looked like a medic descending into a diseased pit to ease the suffering of lepers and plague carriers.<br><br>It was supposed to be an easy task.&nbsp; Someone had brought her a broken dagger of curious construction.&nbsp; The blade had been long and slim, fit to slip between armored plate, but more intriguing it had been hollow as well.&nbsp; Within had been a reservoir for holding lethal toxins.&nbsp; It was an assassin's weapon if ever one had been constructed, but the question was <em>who</em> would create such a thing.&nbsp; Sheen knew people who knew people ... she wagered she could get a line on the smith before the Hardheads working the case managed to do the same by clubbing people over the head.<br><br>But, of course, in the Cage no roads were straight, regardless of how long they ran.<br><br>"Tanar'ri raiders!" she bellowed, seeing the sickly green portals burn through the skein between worlds, "Draw steel if you've got it, run if you haven't!"<br><br>Seeing a pair of young braves rush for the goat headed monstrosity, Sheen paused just long enough to run the numbers.&nbsp; She liked her odds of coming out the other end of this better alongside a couple of cutters better than she weighed the chances of escaping with an extraction.<br><br>Drawing the slender blade at her hip, she took a few long steps to draw up even with the tiefling and his heavy club, looking to hedge the damned fiend into the small plaza with its fountain.&nbsp; She waited for her opportunity as the bariur wheels around be the beast ... but it wasn't his heart she thrust for.&nbsp; No, she waited for her opportunity to strike for the hand clutching that heavy blade wreathed in flame, looking to defang the beast so the other two&nbsp; could beat him into submission.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions on Initiative 10</div><div class="spoiler_body">Initiative:&nbsp; At 2019-01-01 11:14:25, Sheen (uid: 52581) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128431)<br>Move Action: Approach 10' East to flank with Jolly (since Lances have Reach 'n' all) .&nbsp; Draw the Rapier as part of that Move Action since I'm above BAB +1<br>Standard Action:&nbsp; Attempt to disarm the goat-headed man. (No AoO due to <em>Dirty Fighting</em> Feat<br>At 2019-01-01 11:57:51, Sheen (uid: 52581) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=128433)<br>. . . Well.&nbsp; that's super-embarrassing.&nbsp; That might actually fail at -10, prompting me to drop my Rapier.</div></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/03TnZ0q.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Extracts</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Grade 1</span></strong><br>Comprehend Languages<br>Cure Light Wounds<br>Expeditious Retreat<br>Firebelly Potion</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Modron March IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheKhan</strong> on <strong>06-01-2019, 19:18:29</strong>
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				Jolly lands a devastating on the demon, catching it right in the gut. Flaming blood gushes out of the jagged wound her lance leaves, fortunately it extinguishes quickly and is an oily black ichor by the time Jolly gallops by. <br><br>Less fortunately, the demon seems intent on returning the favour. It wheels in place and chases down Jolly. For a moment, she is fearful she is going to be bull rushed through the still open portal to the Abyss, but the demon swings at her wildly instead. The first thrust of its flaming blade catches her in the belly. It is deep cut and Jolly can feel the flames burning her flesh. The second swing clangs harmlessly off of her armour. <br><br>Misfortune plagues Sheen as well. She rushes to catch up to the advancing demon, striking at its swords hand, but its grip on its weapon is solid, and Sheen drops her rapier instead. At least she didn't get stabbed for her trouble. Fortunately, her antics distract the demon long enough for Barik to slide in next to her and deliver a crushing blow with his club, smashing the demon over its shoulder. The beast still stands, but it has clearly buckled under the combined weight of Barik and Jolly's blows.<br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/31/Screen_Shot_2019-01-06_at_11.30.28_AM.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OCC</div><div class="spoiler_body">So the first roll for the demon was a natural 20 that failed to confirm the critical hit by a measly 1. Lucky Jolly, who takes 9 regular and 2 fire damage from the first attack, the second is a miss. <br><br>Unless I missed something, Narissa has yet to act, so it is her turn now. <br>&nbsp;</div></div><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Modron March IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>10-01-2019, 15:24:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/Original_drawn_by_at_classics_9e4bb8b097a8b189dd0c4f843e87cb06.jpg)</div>Narissa Walker (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Pcsw45c61BH9G4KHY0L3LRwN4whPJm1r4cQrKSq4TKc/edit)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Active Powers: <br>--Inertial Armor<br>--Skate<br><br>Current AC: 18</div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Narissa gave a furious shout when she saw her friend injured.&nbsp; She started towards the tana'ri with a determined frown, and it seemed for a moment the unarmed girl was going to charge right up to the demon with nothing in hand and only a tagger at her tight.&nbsp; At the last moment, she cut to the right at a diagonal, then twisted around.&nbsp; With a balletic spin she changed direction again, drawing the crystal blade and gliding up beside Jolly—menacing the demon with the crystal blade.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Double move, providing flanking to Barik without provoking an attack of opertunity.</div></div> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Modron March IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheKhan</strong> on <strong>12-01-2019, 04:05:59</strong>
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				Screams of terror echo from the alleys around you as the cloying stench of the Lower Ward intensifies. Then you realize... it isn't just the bitter, dank Ward filling your nostrils. The demon is emanating its own sulphurous cloud. It isn't thick enough to obscure your sight, but your lungs burn as you breath the air in. <br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Screen_Shot_2019-01-11_at_7.45.55_PM.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OCC</div><div class="spoiler_body">One PC may act. Doesn't have to be the first person to act as in the last round (makes PbP flow more easily). Also everyone who starts their round within 5 feet of the demon must make a DC 17 Fortitude save or be sickened for one round.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Modron March IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chanticleer</strong> on <strong>15-01-2019, 14:39:04</strong>
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				(I said I was going to let someone else go, but it's been 5 days and re-reading the OOC from TheKhan it's: 1PC -&gt; Demon -&gt; All other PCs, so in the interest of moving this along...)<br><br><div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/0e3b31fe-9a09-4252-8e57-a7d2893acf14/d520tbz-a0553e38-03a8-4716-9efd-9c48aea6e858.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Jolia ("Jolly") Skystrider</span><br>Currently 12 of 23 hit points (almost exactly half-dead in one hit! Woop!)<br>Currently AC 16 to everyone except the goat-headed Tanar'ri (She's AC 18 to him).<br>&nbsp;(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1779057)<br><br>Jolly’s scream of rage as the demon sidesteps her belated stop-thrust with her lance becomes a cry of pain as its burning blade licks along her side, bypassing her armor to reave ribs and scorch her sundered flesh in its wake. The flames are a small blessing: it’s a grievous wound, one which could easily have downed a less hardy soul, but the flames of the demon’s weapon cauterize her in its wake. The air seems to burn her lungs as well, but it’s breathable…Somewhere in her planar travels, she’s encountered the like, or close as makes no nevermind, and she fights through it.<br><br>Oh, does she ever.<br><br>The bariaur drops her lance, twisting to pull the massive, heavy maul off her back and whipping it around, muscles jumping in her forearms and her cloven forehooves lifting free of the ground. Her goat-like lower torso hunches upward despite the pain of her wound as she tries to put as much of her weight into the strike as she can.<br><br>“STIIIIIN-KING TANAR’RI!!!”<br><br>She hasn’t the depth of voice to truly roar, but it’s as angry a sound as she can make, you betcha. She’s gasping even as she comes back down onto her hooves in the wake of the blow, not from the yell, but from the pain of her cracked ribcage. <br><br>Yelling wasn’t the smartest thing to do with her sde sliced open like that…But Jolly isn’t the smartest bariaur, she’s a bariaur who acts. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Actions and Results</div><div class="spoiler_body">]Drop Lance: (Free Action)<br>Draw Earthshaker: (Move Action, no AoO)<br>Attack: (Standard Action)<br>To hit roll: 18+1 (I forgot to add the Flanking bonus (+2) and the buckler + 2H modifier (-1) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=129228)<br>Damage roll: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=129229)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Modron March IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheKhan</strong> on <strong>18-01-2019, 03:32:24</strong>
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				Jolly strikes true although the blow doesn't seem to incapacitate the demon as much as it should. Displeased with being surrounded and with Jolly continued attacks, the demon slips past Sheen, then opens its mouth wide. What happens next is a masterpiece of body horror. Blood spills from the demon's mouth, not the dripping blood of a mortal wound, but a vile geyser spilling forth from within. <br><br>And because the Abyss is always over the top, the torrent of blood is also on fire. <br><br>Sheen and Barik are caught full on by the disgusting attack, with only their quick wits to save them!<br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Screen_shot_2019-01-17_at_7.32.35_PM.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OCC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sheen and Barik take each 19 fire damage (!!), Reflex save of 17 for half damage. Sheen also has to make DC 17 Fort save or be sickened for one round.<br><br>... I swear I'm not trying to TPK everyone, this demon just keeps rolling really, really well.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Modron March IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorne</strong> on <strong>18-01-2019, 04:19:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Barek.jpg)&nbsp; </div><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Barik</span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=297939.msg14582903#msg14582903)<br>Active Effects: Raging! <br><hr><br><br>A moment of elation turns to rage and pain and Barik straightens, smoking a little. Scorched, burned - some of that is going to leave a mark - and already irritated, Barik roars and hunches into himself slightly, muscle bulging more than normal. The demon is the source of his pain, the demon is going down, and it is going down if Barik has to rip one of its limbs off to beat it to death. He moves, club already coming up to take advantage of his momentum, coming around for a solid blow, with every bit of Barik's rage and pain in it. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body"> At 2019-01-17 21:13:05, Sylverthorne (uid: 19) rolls: 1d20m+8 Result: 27 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=129636) Attack! Ouch. <br>At 2019-01-17 21:13:30, Sylverthorne (uid: 19) rolls: 1d10m+9 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=129637) Damage! <br><br>Can't make a reflex save to save his skin (rolled a three, tagged in OOC thread), but, hey. Pain fuels rage, fuels pain for the cause of his pain.<br>&nbsp;</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Modron March IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheKhan</strong> on <strong>18-01-2019, 04:37:29</strong>
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				Barik shakes off the scalding blood to land another solid hit on the demon, although again the blow doesn't seem as lethal as it should have been. For the first time, its flaming hateful eyes have a twinge of fear in them, although you have no doubt that if you don't act quickly, the fiend will murder you one by one. <br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0c/Screen_shot_2019-01-17_at_8.33.15_PM.png)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OCC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sheen and Narissa may act. </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Great Modron March IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>19-01-2019, 11:11:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/Original_drawn_by_at_classics_9e4bb8b097a8b189dd0c4f843e87cb06.jpg)</div>Narissa Walker (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Pcsw45c61BH9G4KHY0L3LRwN4whPJm1r4cQrKSq4TKc/edit)<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Active Powers: <br>--Inertial Armor<br>--Skate<br><br>Current AC: 18</div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Narissa whimpered at the demon's disgusting attack.&nbsp; Relieved as she was not to be a target of it, she knew they had to take it down hard before it could subject them to more devastating and disgusting strikes.&nbsp; The dancing girl stepped towards the demon and went down on her back knee.&nbsp; Clenching her fists, energy pulsed around her body-focused especially in the firsts and the feat.&nbsp; Narissa surged forwards, launching a leaping kick at the demon that would discharge in a pulse of psionic fury!&nbsp; <br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">5' step back into flanking and atack with Hammer, 3 psps.&nbsp; <br>Touch Attack:&nbsp; 10 to hit<br>Damage: 14 damage<br>At 2019-01-19 04:09:48, Narissa (uid: 16) rolls:&nbsp;1d20a2 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=129684) <br>At 2019-01-19 04:10:12, Narissa (uid: 16) rolls:&nbsp;2d8 Result: 14 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=129685) </div></div>
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