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Posted by: Rusty Tue Oct 10, 2006 1:01 am
((Because Vox told me to.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Oct 10, 2006 1:08 am
Zook immediately recognizes one of the items he is presented as a comm headset. He puts it on, and attempts to speak into it, but there's no indication the microphone works. The line is dead, and as he switches channels, he finds the same silence on all of them. Frowning, he turns his attention to the other devices.
"This," he says, holding one of them up, "Looks like some kind of force shield generator. I'll need to study the others more, though." he adds, stowing another four odd, boxlike devices in his satchel. Zook turns then to the vehicles. "There's a mix of transport and combat craft here," he says, approaching them. "All pretty well destroyed. My guess is everything that could fly was flown out." He scrounges around the missile bays of the combat craft, and comes out with an armful of missile pods. "These'll come in handy," he says, grunting with exertion. "Awfully heavy, though. I'll have to leave them here and come back for them."
Finally, the gnome wipes dust and grime off his hands and looks up to Cedric. "I've got one of the Behemoth's cannons detached. With luck I can get it working, and with more luck I can mount it on my armor." He looks down the hall, seeing that there is more to be explored. "You want me to stay with the expedition?"

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Oct 10, 2006 3:58 am
Cedric pauses for a moment then replies, "I want you with us...but I also want you directed the other tinkers once they arrive." He sighs, "There isn't enough of you to go around..." He looks deeper into the vessel, "Contiune on with us for a little longer, then head back to the outside. Any information you can provide on this wreck as we walk would be helpful." The Paladin gestures forward, "Let's move out."
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The hallway continues on, passing more strange rooms, corpses of monster and man alike, and always machines. Another box set into the wall sputters to life.
"*bzzzt* You think you can blithely smash your way through me...*crackle* You're mistaken... Come to the bridge, then, I know that to be your goal. Come and end this!" A coldly angry female voice says before the box falls silent. Before the group is now a large blast door, but though the door is closed, a great hole has been smashed and melted through it.
"The bridge?" Cedric glances at Zook with a frown, "There's a bridge here? What's it lead to?"
Zook explains that a bridge is a nautical term for the command section of some vessels.
The Paladin blinks, rubbing his head, "That's weird..." He then turns back to the blast door, his eyes narrowing, "Lead on then." His fists tighten around his weapon and he starts forward.
A sudden rumble shakes the ship. The voice issues forth from another box. "You can't blast your way out of this one! I can deploy robots and troops faster than you can destroy them!" the voice shouts defiantly. The box goes silent again as another rumble shakes the ship from deeper in.
http://gh.ffshrine.org/soundtracks/186/9
The Paladin pauses briefly at this message, his eyes narrowing.
"There sounds like there is a battle close by, I hear gunshots," Kyoji says.
Cedric nods and continues on, "Then let us make haste."
Castor waits outside, absentmindedly strumming a banjo...
Making their way through more metal hallways and exposed machinery, the sound gets louder and louder.
Finally, the group comes to the end of the hallway, a door smashed inward opening the way to a large room.
Merkass' evildar is offline. There's an overwhelming presence from somewhere in the ship.
A trio of soldiers in stark white body armor fire odd looking rifles at a number of horrible monsters and demons assaulting them. Accompanying them are three humanoids robots wielding energy weapons of some sort. In deep, unnatural voices they speak, "Sector thirty three is overrun. Overwatch, requesting reinforcements for this fireteam, over."
The Paladin curses under his breath, "Looks like this is more than just a simple scouting mission..." He glances at Faralon, "We need the rest of the Force. Can you summon them without leaving?"
Merkass readies his bow. The imminent approach of battle to their location was entirely obvious at that point, and he would rather be ready for it.
One of the soldiers lowers his rifle and gestures towards a towering Glabrezu. A column of blinding energy envelops the demon and it shrieks terribly, collapsing into dust.
His eyes narrowed with hatred, Cedric stares at the nearby fiends, "Figure out a way to summon the force..." He then started forward.
Isyndel's knees bent, the exhausted wizardess finding herself once again for battle. She looked to the others from the corner of her eyes awaiting an order before noting the gesture of the soldier before them.
The others fire their weapons, odd black energy bolts firing from the guns to slam into a pair of vaguely humanoid, many mouthed creatures.
Merkass nearly knocks an arrow, but he is stopped when the monstrous demon is enveloped in energy then promptly turned to dust. What power these beings possessed.
A hail of plasma fire from the droids combines to wipe out the two creatures.
Seeing Cedric move forward, Isyndel reached for her wand. Surveying the area before them she picked her spot, quickly beginning the incantation as she held the wand before her, it's tip pointing just beyond.
Kyoji vanishes.
"Enemy force overruning position, sector is not secure, request evacuation route," one of the troopers says as he dodges a beam from one of the Retrievers. Another beam slams into a robot and causes it to shudder and shake as electricity courses through it.
Cedric rushes forward, lashing out mightily at the nearby Bebilith. His hammer smashes into the foul flesh with a roar, electricity coursing over it.
The magic streaked from the wand, whipping a storm of ice about some of the devils, encompassing them with a barrage of ice and snow.
Two of the troopers agilely roll away as the Retriever slice at them with its leg claws.
The Molydeuses stomp forward and swing their huge axes at the robots. Two of the robots shudder as their frames withstand terrible damage.
Faralon begins singing, inspiring those around him to great feats.
Another soldier dodges aside as an eyebeam shoots past him. The Glabrezu press forward.
One of the robots falls, sheared in half, by mighty claws. The Bebilith Cedric hit turns and bites him in the shoulder. The other slashes and bites at a robot.
One of the soldiers aims his gun at one of the Molydeuses, the weapon emitting a loud humming sound as a blinding ball of light shoots from its underbarrel. The ball of light slams into the Molydeus, then turns and slams into a Glabrezu, then explodes.
The Molydeus growls as a part of its torso vanishes from sight, but the Glabrezu struck by the ball blackens completely away before vanishing.
Cedric smiles darkly at the fearsome demon, his eyes narrow and an aura of strength surrounds him. With renewed strength he slams his hammer down into the foul fiend before him.
Kyoji emerges behind the other Bebilith and slashes at it, but only strikes once and leaves his sword wedged in the monster.
Iynsdel casts Magic Missile.
"Concentrate fire on the wounded Molydeus. Do not allow it to regenerate," one of the soldiers instructs. All of the robots and the remaining soldiers fire on the greater demon.
The Molydeus roars in pain, then melts into a puddle of goo as it fails to withstand the numerous energy bolts blasting through it Enraged, the other Molydeus turns and attacks the soldier, feinting at him thrice, then beheading him with a final stroke. The soldier's body wavers for a moment, then collapses. Cedric easily dodges the Bebilith's attacks
Kyoji emerges from invisibility to finish off his Bebilith, then retrieve his sword.
Cedric smashes the Bebilith before him into a bloody pulp, his eyes alight with hatred and vindication.
The Retrievers look on the verge of falling apart.
One of the soldiers defiantly stands his ground and fires at the Molydeus as it charges. Wounds riddle the great demon, but it reaches the soldier and swings. The soldier is ripped apart by the resulting assault.
It did not take long for the Wizardess to decide her course of action; overhearing the soldier speaking of regeneration, she quickly pondered the possibilities. There were several ways to deal with that sort of ability that were known to scholars and wizards, and though she possessed two methods at the moment, only one would be safe enough to even attempt in such close quarters. Steadying herself, she pointed to the Molydeus before a bolt of acid lashed forward toward them as the soldier in the way is quickly removed.
The final soldier backs up, changing the clip on his gun while speaking,
"Containment team seven is destroyed, sector fallen. Final transmission."
The final robot takes a beating as the demons slice and beat at him with claws, but it manages to dodge the combined rays of the retrievers.
The soldier fiddles with his armor and gun, pressing a series of buttons. Then he charges the Molydeus, throwing himself at him. The soldier explodes in a brilliant flash of light that consumes both him and the Molydeus.
"Oh? Why?"
"Did you hear that voice earlier?" The Paladin replies, "They seem all too eager to treat their people as expendable..." A faint aura of light surrounds him, "Sacrifice is a noble thing but only when necessary."
Shaking her head as yet another of the troop falls before them and fighting off the sudden inset of nausea, she wheels about and releases her final wave of missiles.
"Cedric, that was the soldier that spoke thus," Kyoji says, blinking.
Merkass regards his allies solemnly. Cedric spoke as though the soldier's life was in vain, and Kyoji seemed unphased by the heedless sacrifice of life. However, the catfolk ranger presses the attack, sensing this skirmish might end soon.
The remaining robot crumples under the Glabrezu's assault.
Isyndel merely scoffed, the incessant chatter visibly agitating her.
"It was?" Cedric replies, clearly surprised, then is knocked back by the fearsome assault. Breathing heavily, he stares at the fiend desperately, "I did not recognize her..."
Merkass blows across the arrow rest.
"Oh, you meant the voice from before..." Kyoji says, as realization strikes. "Nevermind... I... misunderstood. Is everyone all right?"
"What were those?"
"The one soldier called one a Molydeus," Kyoji says.
Merkass contemplates this information, "A molydeus?"
The large room, now that you have time to examine it, looks to be once a sort of war room. Smashed displays and maps cover the walls. A single door lies at the end of the room. The maps are all of Rune, it looks like. They are extraordinarily detailed.
The Paladin stands weakly, staring at the smoking body where the soldier had died, "Such a waste...." He glances at the others, "We were so close..." He glances at the others, "Summon the others... We cannot advance further without them."
Wiping sweat from her brow, the exhausted girl heaves a heavy breath. She walked slowly to Cedric as she spoke, placing a hand on his arm in understanding, before continuing past to examine the walls further.
Faralon gazes at the maps, his finger - though not pressed against them - follows along from village to village, "This is incredibly detailed! I've never a map like this..."
"Cedric, let us continue for now," Kyoji says. "If we move carefully we can pull back before we encounter another fight. With the ship the way it is, we should be able to hear it long before we run into it."
The Paladin nods quietly, a pained expression on his face, gasping out in reply, "Very well..." He glances at the group, "Still, someone..." He nods to the nearby gnome, "Zook. We'll continue on, you rally the others."
Zook nods and dashes back to fetch the others.
Merkass hears a rasping cough from part of the room blocked from sight by a partition.
Isyndel notes that several locations thought to be hidden or legendary are marked openly on the map. Everything from the Iom Shrine to the Castle of the Ancients to Mechanis. Even a few locations she can't recognize. Faralon can recognize most of them, but about three, he doesn't know.
Merkass stealthily makes his way towards the voice.
As he pokes his head into the little sub room, he sees a battered and bloodstained man in odd black clothes typing with one hand at a console. He breathes heavily, and occassionally bits of metal jut from open wounds, sparks dancing around them.
"Their knowledge surpasses the work of many scholars," the Wizardess spoke to Faralon; eyes glued to the maps before her.
Merkass gestures back to Cedric, takes a quick look around to make sure that he and the others are unaccompanied, then proceeds into the room.
"To think so much knowledge exists by those who do not even appear to be part of our world. Haunting."
Faralon nods, "These are the only spots I don't recognize...I've never seen or heard of them before." *Faralon says, pointing to each.
"The... the rockets... go up..." he mutters in a sing song voice. "...and... And where they go down... That's... That's not my department... says..." His voice breaks and trembles as he struggles to breath. He doesn't notice Merkass.
She shifted, standing straight up and brushing at her hair again, moving the sweaty locks from the side of her face.
Cedric stands weakly, staring at the group with a dazed expression on his face. He fails to note the catfolk gesturing to him.
Merkass wastes little time scouting anymore. The area appears secure for the time being, and the man seemed in distress. Still, he keeps his voice low as not to attract any other, undesired attention. "Excuse me. Who are you?"
"I do not know of several of these," Isyndel stated flatly. "Far less than you, I suspect. I wonder," she trailed off, tossing possibilities about in her fatigued mind.
The man coughs violently and turns. "Who... the hell are you? On... my ship..?"
Merkass bows.
Crossing her left arm about her, she traced her thumb gently over her chin before leaning forward once more. "Perhaps you should see to Cedric," she said to Faralon, dismissedly, wanting to study the maps further.
"Bowing? Heh... I'm no lord..." the man says weakly as he coughs. "Just... just an old fool... on his last mission."
"I am Merkass. Your... 'ship'... is overrun with demons, and I am one aiding in the fight against them. The area prior to this one just saw a skirmish"
"I know... They were buying time..." the man is stopped by a fit of coughing. "For me to finish."
Merkass pauses a moment, then continues with a few more details, "What must you finish? Can we aid you? Though the battle was difficult, there are healers who can aid you." Merkass skips on the details after the man reveals a full knowledge of the situation.
Faralon's ears twitch. He nods to Isyndel, approaching Cedric.
"No they can't..." the man says with a sickly smile. "Nothing here can heal my body... it's... unique."
Brushing a space clear on a nearby countertop, she quickly reached to her side for parchment and ink. Scribbling furiously, she took notes regarding locations to investigate some time down the road, particularly the ones Faralon pointed out that he was unaware of.
Faralon now hears the coughing.
Faralon enters, "If I can't, perhaps Zook could. But let me try?"
Cedric blinks, shaking his head, and noting the others gathering in one corner of the room. He trods heavily after them, a dazed look still in his eyes.
"Unique? How?"
Faralon can tell from the open wounds that this man's body appears to be completely synthetic, though it is mixed with organic bits. Standard healing won't work.
Her head jerked upright as she worked and the wizardess suddenly noted that she was alone. Suddenly uncomfortable and mostly satisfied with her notations, she gathered them up and hurried to the others.
Merkass continues, "Are there more like you? What happened to you and the rest of your crew?"
Faralon nods, "Zook would have a better chance at helping him. He seems to be more machine than anything..."
"Long story... complicated..." the man swallows. "You're too close... You won't be able to get away... But if you get to the bridge, someone there might be able to help you..."
Merkass furrows his brow, "Help us? I would rather help you."
Cedric approaches the group, his eyes widening at the sight of the battered man. He moves forward, leaning at his side, "Heal this man." He frowns, "I am a knight of Cypress, we are here to aid you."
Faralon nods to Merkass and Cedric, but responds to the man, "We'll do what we can...Where is the bridge?"
"Heh... The Shadowblade is overrun... We held it as long as we could, but..." the man is cut off by a fit of coughting, "At least the shuttles got away."
"Then some of your people escaped," she breathed.
Merkass' eyes widen as the man divulges interesting bits of information.* "A named ship? Were you on a mission?"
"Yes... Hawke and a good deal of the ground troops," the man says. "A very important mission... We were going to stop the Strife Lords... But they had other plans. Bastards... activated defense... sattelites and ground to orbit defenses from that damn military base they took over..."
"We can drive off the demons in your vessel." Cedric says to the man earnestly, "We've faced and driven off Shailtor himself, we can help you. Tell what us what to do."
The man grins sickly. "Have you faced Xadoss?"
If one thought that a cat's eyes couldn't open any wider, they were mistaken. Merkass' ears perk up at the mention of the Strife Lords, "The Strife Lords? You know them!?"
"Of course... We've been hunting them for decades..." the man says, eyes begining to gloss over. "If you proceed to the bridge, you might find someone able to help you... Or at least to activate the teleport arrays... But you'll also find Xadoss."
Isyndel sunk to her knees at the man's side, her small hand reaching out to him, her eyes lowered somber to the ground between them.
"Xadoss?" Cedric replies, his eyes centered on thsoe of the man, then a cold smirk crosses his face, "Perfect."
"I wouldn't tarry..." the man says, closing his eyes. "You have less than an hour now."
Merkass nods, then begins to turn and walk out, "Thank you for your aid."
"No..." He replies quietly, slowly standing, his eyes still locked on the man, "Xadoss has less than an hour."
"Wait... an hour before what?" Kyoji asks.
Eyes still closed, the man quietly says, "Before our final effort to destroy a Strife Lord and erase our presence here goes into effect. This ship cannot fall into enemy hands and neither can A.T.H.E.N.A."
Faralon exclaims, "A.T.H.E.N.A.? Just who are you???"
Her eyes lifted to the man, working the details out almost immediately. They widened as she thought to the size of the wreckage they had entered. Erasing their presence? she asked herself.
The man coughs violently, his whole body wracked with shaking. The man begins quietly muttering in a sing song voice, "Once the rockets go up, who cares vere ze come down?" the man mutters, his consciousness fading.
"Rest," she pleaded once. "Let us disturb you no longer." She lowered her head, closing her eyes for a brief moment in her own measure of respect, before rising to her feet once more.
The man's breathing stops.
Faralon shakes his head, turning away, remaining silent for a minute, "...We'd better get moving..." Faralon nods to the others.
"Kyoji..." Cedric turns away, his eyes peering into the darkness, "Speak with me for a moment."
Kyoji nods and goes over to Cedric.
"I...long to face Xadoss..." The Paladin speaks lowly, "To strike down one of the three..." His eyes are narrowed, burning with hatred, "I need...your advice... If it were me alone, I charge into hell itself. Shall we withdraw or press on?"
Her eyes were urgent as she turned, looking briefly at Faralon as she left the room, her fingernails prickling into her palms as her fists tightened.
"......Isyndel...Grab those maps if you can. They might come in handy."
"The man said we were too close and said something about teleport arrays on the bridge..." Kyoji says. "It sounded like they were going to set off a bomb or something."
"Good..." The Paladin replies quietly, "We will press on a little further, then wait for the arrival of the others."
She stormed quickly into the room, making little effort to acknowledge the bard despite following his advice as she passed.
Faralon looks at Isyndel, confused.
"Cedric, you do realize that from here to the where the wagon was, it's about twenty minutes? To walk from where we left the others and to reach our position would take around forty minutes. It would be better to get to the arrays and try and arrive just in front of the others to turn them back."
"Kyoji...." Cedric replies grimly, "I... Oh, how would that be better than retreating to the surface now?" He swallows, "I thought that the group outside would be slain as well."
Kyoji points to the label on one of the doors leading away from the room. It reads: Bridge access. "Less time," he says.
"Right..." The Paladin nods before striding to the door.
Kyoji steps over the broken down door with the label "Bridge Access" to enter the hall it once guarded.
Cedric follows suit.
Faralon follows Kyoji and Cedric, remaining silent.
Catching up with the others, she fell in tow quickly. "I am troubled by that man's words," she said flatly.
The hallway is made of metal, but lines of blue energy trace along it, some forming glowing runes, "I think we are all," Kyoji says.
"What is the title of Xadoss?" Cedric questions grimly.
The ship shakes again and the sounds of a great battle come from further down the hall.
She nodded. "Particularly his usage of the word "erase." I cannot fathom what would be used to remove an object of this size."
Faralon replies bluntly, "Mud."
Kyoji points out a battered and melted barrier smashed to pieces on the floor, "The Burning Might, wasn't he?"
"Oh, you mean his old title...Yes."
"Not quite as grand..." Cedric remarks quietly, then breaks into a jog down the corridor.
The hallway continues on for a few minutes as the group passes blast door after blast door, all burst through and melted.
Finally the group emerges into a large room, easily the size of a small house. The end of the room is dominated by an expanse of what appears to be glass, though from the fact it isn't cracked and shattered it must be something far more resilient. Consoles, and workstations cover the room in neat, orderly rows, and display screens cover the walls. The sweeping design and elegant lines of the construction reminds you that once this ship was a glorious sight to behold. But now it's battered and broken, with corpses lying at their stations.
Faralon whispers to himself aloud, "The Shadowblade..."
At the far end of the room, which is also the ship's front, a quarter of men in the same black clothes as the dead man stand. On all of the display screens is the ethereal visage of a woman. Between them and you is a figure of burning rock and metal.
Xadoss chuckles as he advances. "And this is all that's left. I've killed everyone else... Now where is your captain?"
"All the command staff is gone," the lead figure says. "Save for myself."
"Pity... But I'll take solace with crushing your skulls," Xadoss says with relish.
"You can try..." the man says.
"Do you think we fear death? Even if you kill us, we'll come back," the lead man says.
Cedric's eyes narrow, a bloody thirsty smile crossing his lips. He whispers a prayer while twin auras encircle him.
Merkass stares up at the massive mound of fire and stone, unsure of what to do. Could they really stand against him in their current state? Possibly there is a nother solution. If they only had under an hour, so, too, did Xadoss.
"Then attack. We do not fear you, you whom we've hunted for years," the lead man says.
Xadoss grins. "You should... We have the Link."
The men are visibly startled by this.
"So you found this world's fragment.... It doens't matter. We'll still defeat you," the man says. "You'll need time to understand it."
A look of panic took over as her eyes glanced between the display before them and the reaction Cedric was displaying. She stepped forward then; caught indecisive for a moment.
"Don't worry, we have a good probability of victory here," the woman on the monitors says. It's the same voice as before.
"I'm bored. Die," Xadoss says as he charges the lead man.
http://www.shinola.radh.com/guest/Rusty/213outrageous.mp3
Xadoss bull rushes the man and knocks him off his feet and against the viewport.

Posted by: Aldur Wed Oct 11, 2006 10:13 pm
((Level up for Sulia. BAB+1 +1 to all Saves! +7 Hp! CHA+1!
+2 ranks in Concentration!
Gains the Weapon Specialisation feat!
Gains Leadership! (I hope.)
Gains the ability to use Sixth level spells!
Learnt Heal! Learnt Cometfall! Learnt Cure Moderate wounds, Mass!))
Sulia frowned, moving about her companions, offering healing aid where it was needed, her magical hands doing wonders for her grateful comrades.
((Right.
Sulia has
8: 1d8+11's
5: 2d8+11's
6: 3d8+11's
and 4: 4d8+11's. Take them as you need them. Do tell me how many you used though.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Oct 12, 2006 1:00 am
[Post change. Damas still took the CMW casting; Kethra still took the CCW and CSW castings.] Kethra accepts Sulia's healing and nods, but does not actually say thank you. She had never been a person of many words, and that has proved true, especially in recent weeks. Though she would never admit it, she was a bit...upset about being left behind. She is also worried about Faralon and the others getting into trouble.
Maybe it was for the best. Sigh. "Still..."
Kethra decides to linger on these thoughts no more. She focuses on the task at hand instead.
Damas remains eerily silent and looks a little bit on edge, behavior he hasn't displayed in quite a while. How could he not be when his friends were probably getting into trouble?
I'm worried about them...
It is then that Sulia comes by to offer him healing. Damas accepts what he considers a gracious offer, and nods.
"Thank you."

Posted by: Rusty Thu Oct 12, 2006 1:27 am
((I believe only Kyoji, Isyndel?, Faralon, Cedric and Merkass are present in the ship. Zook left to retrieve the others.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Oct 12, 2006 3:19 am

QUOTE (Dark Maiden @ Thu Oct 12, 2006 1:00 am)
[Damas is 16 down, so he'll take a casting of CMW. Kethra is 43 down, so she'll take a casting of CCW, and a casting of CSW.] Kethra moves about with the others in silence, so quiet in fact that some people could think she was not there. Once they come upon Xadoss and the soldiers, however, she lets out a faint gasp. This figure of burning rock and metal was sure as hell intimidating... No, she would not allow herself to be scared like some little girl. If they were to face Xadoss, then she would do so without fear of injury or death. Kethra readies herself for action, analyzing the situation for now.
Damas keeps his eye on Isyndel as they are moving through the ship, unsure of what to do for her, or how to help her feel more at ease. Then again, such a thing was probably impossible in this place, and his uncertainty made him feel like an idiot. As they come upon Xadoss, the figure composed of burning rock and metal, he feels his pulse begin to climb. In their current condition, what chance did they honestly stand against him? Damas swallows hard and clenches his hands into fists at his sides. What good would come from being afraid? If fear set in, it would only get him killed, and how could he help anyone else with their fear if he too was consumed by it? He is somewhat shaken by the look on Cedric's face, but he moves forward to Isyndel. He brings forth some powdered silver, and draws a diameter circle on the ground around her. After this, he begins to chant, and then lays his hands on her shoulders gently. A barrier of magical energy is raised around Isyndel.
[Damas casts Protection from Evil on Isyndel. The spell lasts for 12 minutes. If I missed anything, or if there is something wrong with the post, let me know.]

((You're not there, you're getting drunk.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Oct 12, 2006 4:22 am
Zook had had a bad feeling about being sent back to retrieve the others. He recalled the last time he had been ordered behind Cedric, how he had been left at the castle while the others fought the Sound and corrupted members of the Shining Force. On a hunch, the gnome doubles back and finds his way to the ship's bridge. Once there, he finds Kyoji, bleeding in the corner, and the others, fighting a massive humanoid that appeared to be wrought of burning rock and metal. It took Zook but a moment to realize who it was: Xadoss, of the burning might. Without thinking he raised his rifle and fired, the bullet striking true but the Strife Lord able to shake off the worst of the blow.
((Enter at a dramatically tense moment, fire. Negated crit reduced to hit. 23 damage + 11 holy))

Posted by: Rusty Thu Oct 12, 2006 8:06 am
*Faralon, clenching his fist, casts a spell which seems to have no effect other than affect his voice, which seems to have different tones to it simultaneously.* Faralon: "Xadoss..." "Eh?" Xadoss says, turning. "What's this? One of those pansy treelovers?"
Faralon: "That was pitiful. Shailtor's insults are at least laughable."
Xadoss: "My brother is better at talk, I am better at deed. Go away, I'm busy. If you want to die that badly, there's plenty of other ways than confronting myself."
The man who was thrown backward gets up, slowly. "You'll pay for that... and everything else!" he roars as a loud humming emanates from him and a prismatic aura surrounds him.
"Neat trick," Xadoss grumbles as he turns back and grabs the man, pummeling him with his fists.
The man in black twists to avoid the first blow, and the second blow is deflected by the spell, Xadoss' fists seemingly damaged by a sudden burst of energy. However the final two hit with no problem.
The man's body sparks in places as Xadoss crunches bone in two places. It's fairly clear this person has the same type of body as the earlier man. The man grunts as he is assaulted, but holds his ground.
Kyoji vanishes from sight.
One of the men in black chants a swift invocation and a purplish aura surrounds him.
Cedric smiles coldly at the words of the archfiend, his eyes alight with holy flame. As the foul Strife Lord turns its attention back to the MiB before it, the Paladin speaks lowly, "Don't turn your back to me..." He breaks into a clambering sprint and leaping forward smashes his hammer down at the back of the fiend.
Cedric charges Xadoss and with a great crash slams his great hammer into the archfiend's back. The rocky giant chuckles and turns, gesturing to where the hammer had landed. A small crack exposing greenish lava is all that shows.
"You actually hurt me... A worthy effort...but futile," the giant rumbles.
"Just keep fighting! He'll be defeated soon!" the woman on the monitors urges.
"Nothing you have can defeat me," Xadoss rumbles, amused.
Cedric smiles, glaring up at the Strife Lord.
The other two men in black draw Ancient hand weapons and fire them at the Strife Lord. Brilliant ice blue beams streak towards the foul creature.
The beams strike Xadoss, the energy splashing off his rocky hide at first, then as the beams travel over his hide, find a very weak points. Xadoss growls in irritation and pain as small fractures appear on him.
"Is that the best you're capable of?" he rumbles towards the gunners, leaping through the air to slam one into the ground.
The hapless soldier is ground into the metal floor, letting loose a strangled scream as Xadoss slams into him again and again and again. Sickly snapping and squishing sounds fill the room as the Strife Lord quashes his opposition... literally.
*Faralon begins singing, his voice magically splitting to harmonize with itself - the song louder than it should be. The tunes pierce the air flawlessly, godlike in sound.*
((Natural 20, yes again. 53 total, or something. +10 to attack and damage when combined with the special. Heh.))
For a moment, the assembled fighters are shaken by the man's gruesome death... Then Faralon's rallying song carries over the sounds of battle and a great war cry arises from the survivors.
The man in the prismatic aura roars in defiance and sends a brilliant blast of energy towards Xadoss. Xadoss is struck by the beam and roars as a part of his rocky form crumbles away.
Merkass fires 3 arrows at Xadoss, only one striking true - doing minimal damage to the thick hide of the monster, but as he fires the third the string snaps.
((Critical failure. Sorry...String needs to be rethreaded by Zook.))
Kyoji appears from thin air, but Xadoss backhands Kyoji out of the way. The ninja goes tumbling backwards and lies still, though he still lives.
The remaining gunner fires his weapon again, worsening the wounds on Xadoss, but he takes little heed.
The last man in black murmurs a chant and gestures at Xadoss. A whirling storm of light envelops Xadoss, but he seems mostly unfazed. "Damn it..." the man whispers.
The Paladin grinds his teeth as his blow does little more than scratch the surface of the archfiend. Kyoji is knocked away like a toy and even the warriors of this vessel were being easily outmatched. His fresh wounds still bleeding, Cedric whispers a prayer to the goddess in a breath then charges forward.
"Almost there..." the woman on the monitors says.
"What are you talking about? You've not neared my-HURK!" Xadoss is cut off as Cedric slams his hammer into him. A larger fracture is evident from Cedric's hammer blow. Xadoss then grunts as a holy bullet strikes him in an exposed portion. Xadoss growls savagely and uppercuts the paladin, breaking his jaw and sending him crashing into the wall.
((Cedric and Kyoji are down at -9, but stable.))
The three men in black continue their assault, slinging spell and shooting gun at the monstrous Xadoss to little avail.
Faralon: "Here, Merkass, use this!"
Faralon drops his bow for Merkass, continuing his song as he makes his way towards the teleporter array.
Merkass fires an arrow, again doing barely any damage to Xadoss's epic hide.
"Watch out! He's going to..." the woman on the monitors says even as Xadoss catapults into the air.
The pistol wielding man leaps aside as the burning hunk of rock slams into the place where he had been moments before.
More beams cascade over the monster, who roars in pain.
Faralon again moves slightly closer to that array.
Merkass moves forward, firing another arrow at Xadoss, the arrow bouncing off his skin.
The man with the prismatic aura disappears and reappears next to Xadoss, outstretching a hand. The hand floods the area around the Strife Lord in cascading energy. Xadoss is bowled over, but seems little harmed.
Zook again shoots Xadoss, to no effect.
Xadoss ignores Zook's shot even as the final man in black begins chanting, gesturing at Xadoss. A pillar of ice encases the being. However, steam begins to rise from the pillar as Xadoss is entrapped. With a great shattering, Xadoss breaks free of the pillar, but his flames burn less brightly here.
"Just a few more seconds..." the woman on the screen mutters.
Faralon: "Zook!!! Is that you?"
"What? A few... What?" Xadoss says, suddenly suspicious.
Zook coughs. "It is indeed."
Xadoss takes a half hearted swipe at the pistol wielder, then roars, the fires across his body flaring up.
Faralon: "Get over here, quick!"
"Analyzing attack... Cover!!! TAKE COVER!!!" the woman on the screen yells.
Faralon quickly pulls Cedric's body to safety.
Zook and Merkass also dive for cover.
As Zook and Faralon dive behind cover, a blinding flash and an explosion envelop the area. When the light fades, the pistol wielder and the man that had a purple aura are on their knees, panting. The man's aura is gone now. Horrible burns cover their bodies.
Zook stands and runs over to them, a vial in his hand. "Can you be healed?" he asks as he kneels down.
The leader rises from behind a niche and gestures at Xadoss. Gleaming wisps of white envelop him. The magic seems to have little effect, Xadoss shrugging it off.
"What? Yeah, but... That's a potion? Not with that," the pistol wielder says, panting. Saying so, the gunner takes a few more half hearted shots at Xadoss, doing some damage.
"This is pathetic," Xadoss grumbles.
The kneeling unarmed man chants a spell an an undulating stream of energy blasts towards Xadoss. The Strife Lord stiffens and growls as he is hit. "Tricks won't avail you..." he murmurs.
Faralon: "Zook..." *Faralon points to where he believes the teleporter array is, laying low out of sight from Xadoss. He speaks in whispers, breaking the song, but the song continues to linger.*
The gnome whips his head over to Faralon. "What is it?"
Faralon: "I'm fairly certain that is a teleporter array. We spoke with one of the crew earlier...he wanted us to try and turn it on. See if you can do that?"
*Merkass fires three arrows at Xadoss, though only one pierces his skin, and even then just barely.*
Zook stands and begins to look around for the array. Zook identifies the teleportation array, its similar to the devices used by the Ancients in legend. He moves towards it.
Xadoss leaps over to the pistol wielder and takes him apart with his two great hands.
"Daer! No!!!" the magic user says as his friend is torn apart. Roaring incoherently, he levels his hands at Xadoss and sends a pure white column of light towards him.
"Yes, YES! That's what I want to see! Suffer!" Xadoss says with glee even as fractures begin to appear in his hide.
The leader gestures, another prismatis blast lancing towards Xadoss, but the Strife Lord evades it.
"There! Done! Reroute complete!" the woman on the screen says, exultantly. "Bridge defenses online!"
"What?" Xadoss asks, turning to face the monitor.
Hatches open from multiple compartments in the room, exposing large guns.
"Well..." Xadoss says, at a loss. "That's... inconvienent."
Faralon casts a spell that imbues sonic energy on his bow, which Merkass is wielding.
"I'm not beaten yet, girl..." Xadoss says, portions of his body ripping free and rotating around him faster and faster. The shards of rock are enveloped in flame, the rocket towards the leader of the crew, piercing his body in several places, then devouring the rest in green fire. He doesn't even have time to scream. The last shard turns from the ashes of the leader to strike the last man in black. The man crumples, blood flowing freely as sparks dance around him.
Merkass fires one arrow, carefully, this time doing far more damage.
Xadoss growls in frustration as Merkass pierces him with another arrow.
"NO! You... You bastard! You killed them! All of them!" the woman on the monitor shrieks. "Well you're dead! DEAD! Gravity field online!"
Immediately everyone collapses to the floor as an immense force pulls them down to the floor.
"What? This can't..." Xadoss rumbles as he tries to stand, but is silenced as all the exposed guns open fire on the prone Strife Lord. "GRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!" Xadoss roars as the projectiles and beams pierce him. When the gunfire ends, he weakly mutters. "I... sense it now... the heat building... the power rising... a trap all along..." Xadoss says. "I... I can't face... but... Erebeus... Help me..."
Instantly a cold chill floods the room as a dark voice speaks. "Bungled it again... You're worthless, brother. I'm returning you to the Citadel," the cold voice of Erebeus echoes from the air. "It'll be weeks before you can fight again..."
"What? No! You can't... My anchor field!" the woman on the monitors says, panicking. "It... It can't fail! You can't break..."
"I have the Link... and I wield it," Erebeus says, quietly. Then Xadoss vanishes in a mass of shadow.
Suddenly alarms begin to blare in the background.
((http://gh.ffshrine.org/soundtracks/1256/24))
Zook runs over to Cedric and feeds him his cure serious wounds potion.
Faralon follows suit, but takes a potion to Kyoji instead.
Cedric lurches into consciousness, taking in a ragged gasp, and breathing heavily, "...where...where is the Strife Lord?"
The image of the woman on the monitors flickers. "Escaped. Again."
Faralon: "What's going on? What is that noise?"
((http://gh.ffshrine.org/soundtracks/1253/29))
Zook turns to face the woman on the monitor. "Do you know Lisa?"
The Paladin looks down at the bloodstained floor for a long moment. I pray Lisa succeeds where we fail... He then stumbles to his feet, slowly limping where he crashed into the wall.
"That would be the final warning klaxons going off," the woman says. "In a few minutes an explosion the likes the world hasn't seen for millenia will destroy myself and all the corpses within me... forevermore. Lisa... I know many people with that name. Please narrow your selection," the woman says. "Who are you?"
Cedric pauses at this for only a moment, then frowns, "Can you teleport us and our companions outside to safety?" He frowns, "Are there other survivors?"
"I can activate the teleport arrays, yes... who are your companions? And who are you for that matter?"
"I am Zook, a machinist native to Rune," he says. "Lisa is a... solo operative. She casts a spell that surrounds the target in a column of energy." Zook scratches the back of his neck, and attempts a description.
"I am Sir Cedric Theodoric, Holy Knight of Mitula..." The Paladin replies wearily, "We are the expeditionary force of Cypress. Who are you?" He continues after a moment, "Is there someway we can save you from this...explosion?"
"Further explanation for this 'Lisa' would be needed, that's still vague," the woman says. "I am A.T.H.E.N.A., the control A.I. for this vessel."
"Do you have personnel files, with images?" Zook asks. "If you can scroll through everyone who fits those parameters I can identify the individual."
"The chain reaction in reactors cannot be halted and I cannot be removed as an integral part of ship," ATHENA states. "Why don't you simply describe her futher, machinist Zook?"
Faralon: "Cedric...Do you think this world can handle such an explosion? Do we have time to stand around and talk??" *Faralon asks, worried.*
ATHENA: "If it's that important."
"I don't remember anything else about her..." Zook says and looks around. "Anyone?"
"Are there any other survivors?" Cedric questions, he then glances at Faralon, "If it can teleport us, we might as well learn what we can." He glances at the fallen, "We should gather what equipment we can in order to continue their fight." The Paladin pauses as Zook questions the others, "She was a holy knight in a plate mail as light as a feather...bearing a sacred sword of some sort."
"There are no life signs within my boundaries. All my crew are dead," ATHENA says. "Computing..." A picture of Lisa appears onscreen. "Is this her?"
Zook snaps his fingers triumphantly. "Yes!"
The Paladin shakes his head, sorrow in his eyes, then begins to step over to the fallen men. As Lisa appears, he pauses and nods.
"Apologies, but nearly all the weapons you'll find here are linked to their wielders. They will self destruct when used by anyone else. If you sought loot, you will be disappointed."
"Yeah..." Zook says. "Tried that earlier, Cedric, with those guns I found. One of them melted on me."
((Diplomacy of 29 or something.))
The Paladin pauses and nods, "Disrespect was not my intend... I will use any means to oppose the Strife Lords and your weapons still at least effective."
The AI considers this. "You are telling the truth. But I am not authorized to unlock the seals. However, I will attempt to locate an unsealed cache. You spoke of companions, are these all of them here?"
Wearily, he leans against a broken console, staring down at the shattered body of a crewmember sadly. Then, as the woman speaks once more, he looks up, "No, the others are awaiting out return outside..." He smiles sadly, "This was merely meant to be a scouting mission."
The gnome turns back to the AI. "Do you have her current directives on file? Location?" He pauses before asking a final question. "What was the name of your homeworld, the world the Strife Lords destroyed?"
"The Shadowblade's port of call is classified information," ATHENA says. "Contacts with Attache Operative Alisa Landale were terminated when the first assault was annihiliated. I do not know where she has been for a long while."
Zook tilts his head. "You can't declassify it now, as the ship is about to detonate?"
ATHENA: "I am not authorized to do so."
Faralon: "How much time do we have left to exit this place? Just how large will the explosion be?" *Remaining tense, Faralon can't help but ask.*
Zook nods. "I understand. Are you able to locate the unlocked cache?"
ATHENA: "The explosion will consume the ship and annhiliate everything out to a radius of three miles. The mountain range will shield the far side from the blast, however, reducing the range on that area to one mile."
Faralon: "...How much time do we have to flee?"
ATHENA: "There is currently ten minutes left before the reactors meltdown."
"How long will it take to enable the teleporter array and what is its maximum range?" Zook asks.
Faralon: "Is there any way possible of shutting down or at least delaying the blast?"
ATHENA: "The cache has been located. If you accept it, and somehow survive, I will task you with a mission."
The face of the Paladin goes pale, "Can...can you teleport every living creature within the blast radius to a safe location?" He swallows, his face growing pale, "...or is that beyond you?"
"What is the mission?" Zook asks.
"My scanning radius is limited, but given that we are in a desert, no innocent life should be slain... save for yourselves and I am sorry for that. Do you have a means of teleportation with your comrades? The mission is simple. Included with the cache will be a number of battle recordings containing footage that might aid the survivors that fled. Find them and give them the tapes."
Zook nods. "I accept this mission on behalf of my comrades."
"If we survive, we will accomplish this task for you..." Cedric replies, "Now I fear we must part if we are to survive."
"The teleporter array is ready, and I've locked onto your fellows. They are the only remaining group in my radius. Transferring..."
Cedric nods, "Thank you..."
A metal container appears in a shimmering wave of light in front of Zook. "Transfer complete. There is your cache."
Zook nods in thanks. "Are you able to extend your reach to the Ancient base located in the mountain range?"
"You refer to Megiddo, the facility that shot me down aided by the magic users," ATHENA says. I cannot teleport that far in my current condition. This is an emergency short range teleporter only."
Zook cringes. "Oooh." He nods sadly. "Take us out of the blast radius, when you're ready. I am sorry to see your life lost alongside the others."
ATHENA: "I am a machine. I have no life."
Faralon: "Zook, what if that's further than our force? We would have to travel back towards them."
ATHENA: "I cannot take you out of the blast radius, but I can transport you to your comrades. They are currently descending the mountain slope. If you catch them within the next four minutes your survival probability increases from 0.0000001% to 3%."
Faralon: "If you'd please...We can't stay any longer. We have to leave as soon as possible." *Faralon nods to the others.* Faralon: "We have to make it."
Zook lifts the container. "Teleport when ready."
ATHENA: "Calibrating... Do you have any final questions?"
"Can you tell us anything about our foes, the Strife Lords?" Kyoji asks.
"There is no time for a full debriefing, I will include a disk with all relevant nonclassified information with your package."
Faralon: "...Do you know the real enemy? This Darkness Lisa spoke of...If you do, what do you know of it?"
Zook opens his mouth, and then shakes his head. "I have a thousand questions, but this is not the time to satisfy my curiousity. There is work to be done."
*Faralon clenches his fist, hoping his question would not cost them much time...*
"What Darkness did she speak of? This vessel hunts the Strife Lords. They seek something more, but I am unauthorized to speak of it. If you meant what consumed her homeworld, that being has been dead for a while."
"Is the Link what you cannot speak of?" Zook asks.
"The Link is one of many artifacts that are part of a whole, but can stand alone for great effect. The Strife Lords seek as many of these as possible. Apologies, we are out of time. I must send you on your way now or your probability drops to 1%."
*Faralon holds his head, realizing the foolishness of his own question.* Faralon: "Farewell..."
"Luck with your mission." ATHENA says, then in a blinding flash, the group appears in front of Ashathel as he leads the wagons over the mountains.
"Whoa! What's going on? Wern't yu all behind us?" Ashathel asked.
"No time!" Zook roared. "Keep moving away from the ship as far and as fast as you can!"
"Wait, we can't possibly make it in this time..." Kyoji says.
Kyoji: "Teleporation! Yeesha, do you have a teleportation spell? Zook! Gather all your minions around us, perhaps we can fit everyone..."
Zook whistles three sharp notes and the Tinkers converge with ADAM in tow.
"Can't she just do it in two trips?" Ashathel asked. "What the hell did you all mess with in that ship?"
Zook utters a single word. "Xadoss."
"Where is he?" Ashathel said, pulling his blade free and activating it in a single motion.
"He escaped," Kyoji says. "At the brink of defeat, he called on his brother to save him and he did... teleporting him away to safety."
"Back at the Strife Lords' Citadel," Zook answers. "He took a beating and Erebus saved him. Didn't sound too happy, though."
Faralon: "Look, the ship, it's going to explode and we don't have much time. We have to gather everyone immediately! If we teleport west, we're sure to be safe. The mountains will shatter but severely weaken the blast."
"Wait... you... you didn't try to... no wonder you look like that," Ashathel said, looking at Cedric specifically, his voice cold. "Whatever... there's time for talk later. Yeesha... you heard the tinker, get us out of here if you can, or let us know otherwise so we can run like hell."
A look of horror comes over Yeesha's face.
"What? What's the matter?" Simone asks.
"I..." Yeesha mutters. "I don't have teleport prepared... I burned through most of my spells fighting the Shade..."
"Do you have anything to shield us from the blast?" Zook asks rapidly?
"I... I don't know... Let me think..." Yeesha says, breathing rapidly as suddenly she groans in pain, clutching her leg.
"Enough talking," Gabriel said, his voice a growl. "How much time do we have to get over the peak?"
A blinding flash of light suddenly bursts from behind the group as the Shadowblade emits a great light. A tremendous rumbling shakes the ground, knocking many of the undertinkers prone, as well as Yeesha. A column of fire reaches up to touch the sky as an immense wall of flame and force rushes across the desert dunes, consuming all in its path. As the wall of destruction nears, you cannot help but be awed by the sheer power behind it, as the vast battlefield you left behind is consumed in instant. Gabriel, not able to look away in time, is blinded by the initial flash and sees nothing after that.
"My god..." Kyoji whispers as the explosion nears.
"No... No, this can't be happening! Yeesha cast a spell! Cedric? Cedric, do something!" Simone urges, a look of panic on her face.
"Simone, go sit in ADAM's cargo hold." Zook says.
"But it's broken... We can't get away in it!" Simone says. "We can't..."
The wall has reached the foot of the mountain and begins to race upward.
"You can TAKE COVER!" Zook yells.
"It's for your protection!" Ashathel yells, dragging the blinded half-giant down behind an outcropping of rock.
"Goodbye..." Kyoji says, looking into the fire and realizing that cover would do little good against the hungering flame, especially in his weakened state. "Isyndel... Cedric... Everyone..."
"Get down, you idiot!" Ashathel yelled. "Are you going to quit now, and let your uncle's death be in vain?"
An immense blast of force knocks everyone down as the fire reaches but a few feet in front of Kyoji...
"NOOOOOO!!!!!" Simone shrieks.
Immediately a brilliant flash of light flashes from the young woman, and time seems to slow to a crawl as a webwork of light encases the group and they vanish...
"What in the hell..." Ashathel murmured, blinking slowly as he raised his head and looked around.
Ashathel wakes up amidst the sleeping bodies of his companions and all their gear. The wagons lie broken but mostly intact around the group. The group is by a flowing river, surrounded by mountains and in the middle of a cool breeze. Grass covers the ground and birds sing in pine trees.
"Either I'm a better caster than I give myself credit for, or we just got very, very lucky," he groaned, shifting to his feet. Moving to Faralon's side, he shook his brother vigorously.
Simone is huddled in a ball, shuddering, sitting on one of the wagons. Faralon wakes with little difficulty.
*Faralon shakes his head.* Faralon: "What a nasty dream..."
"Get up, sleepy head," the swashbuckler said, noting Simone's presence. "See how the others are."
Faralon: "W..what? Where are we?!" *Faralon stands up, looking around.*
"Not sure where we were," Ashathel said. Then, going over to the girl, he asked "Are you alright, Simone?"
"I'm... I'm a freak..." she says, shivering. "They... they were right..."
"Freak... wait.... did you do this?" the bladesinger asked.
Simone buries her head in her hands. "Freak... I..."
"Hey... hey," Ashathel said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Look up. Look around... everyone here who is alive lives because of you. That doesn't make you a freak... it makes you a hero."
*Faralon blinks, looking at Simone. She did this?* Faralon: "...Yes. You're not a freak." *He walks over to her, kneeling down.* Faralon: "Shailtor...Xadoss...they're freaks. Not you."
"...I did... this... ha... hero..." Simone says, shaking. "I... I wanted to be anywhere but there... I didn't want to die... I didn't want to die and that makes me a hero?" Simone looks towards the brothers, tears in her eyes. "If I'm not a freak... What AM I?" she finally cries out.
"You did something," the combat caster said. "You're special, Simone... don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
"I see things... So many things... and then this? What... What am I?" she says, shaking. "I... I thought I was just an ordinary elf... Just a regular girl... But..." Simone quiets. "How did I do this?"
"I don't know," Ashathel said. "But we'll figure it out together."
Then, his voice changing tone, the swashbuckler began to sing. It was a slow song, one old and familiar to Faralon. It was a lullaby, one their parents had sung often enough in their earlier years.
((http://gh.ffshrine.org/soundtracks/1772/1117))
*Faralon extracts his lute, playing the same melody, but softer, background music to Ashathel's singing.*
Zook starts awake, screaming. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" He hops up and runs around. "What happened what happened what happened what happened!"
"Where are we?" Kyoji asks, awakening. "That song..."
((Everyone gains 1000 XP story award. Those that explored the ship gain an additional 1750, or 1500 if they did not face the Blade Demon.))
Zook calms down at length. And turns around. "What's going on?" he asks Kyoji.
"I don't know..." Kyoji says.
"That song... My mother used to sing it to me..." Simone says, quietly.
Even as others awaken and his brother joins in, Ashathel reaches into the cart. Finding a blanket, he nodded, wrapping it around her shoulders as he continued the song.
Simone nods her thanks as she holds the blanket tight around her.
Stirring from his slumber, the half giant opens his eyes and jerks foward. However, unlike the others, his vision remained dark, despite his alert state.

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Oct 12, 2006 3:16 pm
As the brilliant light erupts from the wreckage, the Paladin steps in front of Simone, holding his hammer before him defensively in one last futile gesture. His armor is battered and broken, covered with the dried blood from barely sealed wounds. His eyes are filled with a deep sorrow and desperation. He closes them. Mitula... Grant us your aid, protect us your servan... He stumbles, his eyes open widely, filled with horror and a grim realization. No... He begins to turn, his mouth opening as if to speak. The scroll... His last thought as he thrown to the ground and engulfed in light is filled with regret. What have I done?!
...
Cedric lays on the thick grass, breathing softly. His face is weary and drained, covered with the dried filth of combat. Blood and sweat. His hammer, still locked into place by the chains on his gauntlet, rests beside him. His eyes are closed, a peaceful expression on his face for the first time in a long while.
The beautiful Lillend stirs, holding a elegant hand over her eyes and rising to her full height. She looks out over the group with a troubled frown. Is this the afterlife of this world? She slithers across the ground towards the others, pulling the wand of healing from her belt.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Oct 12, 2006 7:25 pm
Damas wakes up after a little while, his eyes opening slowly. He takes a moment to look about, noticing that he is lying on grass, just like most of the others. Kethra moans softly as she finally comes to, her eyes slowly fluttering open. She finds herself lying on grass, and rises to look around. Upon seeing her surroundings, Kethra speaks.
"Are we dead?"
"I doubt it." Damas replies as he rises from the ground. "With the current state of things, the afterlife cannot be this pleasant." We were saved somehow...but by whom? "Either way, don't worry about it."
Damas walks over to where Cedric lay, kneeling down beside him. He reaches out to touch the Paladin's shoulder, but stops short when he notices that Cedric is merely sleeping. Damas pulls his hand away, and he smiles.
"Rest well, Cedric."
Damas stands up and lets Cedric be so he can get the rest he deserves. He comes upon Isyndel next, and kneels beside her. Rather than say anything, however, he merely sits there are watches her.
[Maybe I'll get in some RP later]

Posted by: FreedomJu Fri Oct 13, 2006 2:18 pm
Van's mind slowly climbs back up from the depths of unconciousness, but before he even opens his eyes he voices three things that were bothering him. "Can someone please tell me what that wall of light was, how we got here, and why in the hell won't my shoulder stop twitching?"
*Carrying his lute, Faralon approaches Van, standing near him.* Faralon: "That 'wall of light' was the explosion from the Shadowblade, the ship Cedric, myself and the others had entered. It self-destructed and laid waste to the entire area. We...were teleported here." *Faralon says, glancing momentarily at Simone.* "Let's leave it at that. As for your shoulder...I don't know what you did to that."
Van finally opens his eyes and focuses them on Faralon. "Ship...?" The warrior sighs as he sits up. "Anyway, next question that pops into mind. Where are we?"
Faralon: "I'm not sure yet. I need to look through the area first. Isyndel picked up a very detailed map back at the ship. I imagine it'll only be a matter of time before we know where we are."
Slowly standing upright and making sure his gear was still all intact he happened to notice that Cedric was apparently not awake, Van then faces Faralon with a serious and worried expression on his face. "There has been something bothering me since I came back. Cedric seems to be less...." The warrior seems to be searching for the word he needed for a moment. "...warm I guess. I take it you have noticied this too?"
*Faralon laughs at this.* Faralon: "It'd be pretty hard not to notice that. Of course he isn't as warm. He thirsts for the blood of his foes. I don't know if you've seen him in combat, but the way he approaches the enemy now - he's reckless. He's getting better, I think, but he has seemed desperate for revenge - not that I can argue about that after what Shailtor pulled." *The elf's face turns serious again.*
Van slowly nods in agreement, his face too troubled by the memories. "I can't say I blame Cedric, but it still worries me to see him like that. I hope you are right in that he is getting better, as I would hate to see him become like those we fight...."
Faralon: "The only thing Cedric could ever have in common with the devils and demons would be their ruthless hatred for the enemy. I don't expect he would blow up at the group, especially with some of the company we have here right now. Cedric just needs to see Shailtor fall. I don't know if it would take away the pain or even take his mind off the pain for one second. I do know, however, that he wants nothing more than to smash Shailtor's skull in himself. You can see it in his eyes."
A small sigh of relief escapes Van. "Good to hear its more of a focused thing and not a general loss of his kindness."

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Fri Oct 13, 2006 10:01 pm
Her blood raced in those moments leading up to what should have been her death. The woman quickly sought her familiar, ordering the feline to return to the others as quickly as possible. Something hampered Sleet for a moment before a feeling of acquiescence overtook her.
Then they found Xadoss. And then Xadoss was gone. Soon after the appeared with the others, the cat included.
Fire, burning white hot. She watched in a horror that was all too familiar to her. It was like a dream, particularly like her dream that she had had not so long ago on their sea voyage, except it wasn't Brodaleaf this time, and she wasn't going to survive in the middle of it only to burn after everyone else.
It rushed closer.
The hairs on her arms stood on end. Closing her eyes, she sought the comfort of the Energy Shield about her, still feeling it's faint energy prickling about her skin and cradling her in it's warmth. But even under full rest there was nothing that could absorb the scarlet and white shroud of death that seemed to creep to them. It was as it should be; she would not survive alone. Isyndel heard the voices but could not register what they were saying. Her mouth opened, parched and dry, but no words came.
What is there to say when there is nothing left to do but die? she thought.
Simone rushed forward then. Isyndel caught the movement, her spellbound glare broken at the sight as something came to life, and in what should have been her last moment on the planet, the Wizardess sought refuge in the same place she had for so many years. She studied the girl and the energy she unleashed. ((Spellcraft 23, Kno(Arc) 27))
And then they were gone.
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In her sleep she felt something pull at her, a feeling she would later identify as Sleet's awakening. Exhausted and nearly completely drained of all the mana she could possibly manipulate, she continued to sleep despite the feeling since the call came under no sensation of urgency.
Groggy and dishevelled, she awoke later to the eyes of Damas on her. Brushing her hair from her face, she slowly rose from the ground to look around. "We are not dead," she spoke matter-of-factly, disguising any surprise she could have held. She regarded Damas then, giving a calm and quiet smile before looking about further.
((Knowledge Nature: 18, Geography 37 to figure out anything about where we are. Sorry for the rushed jumpy post, leaving in a bit))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Oct 15, 2006 10:30 pm
"Hey guys, are you dead?" Yeesha asks, waking up, holding a hand to her forehead with a grimace. "I'm not sure if I am or not. Sure feels like it though."

Posted by: Aldur Sun Oct 15, 2006 10:36 pm
Sulia frowned, all she saw was light, and then darkness and then a searing feeling of something...she stood up, shaking her head a little moving over to Yeesha, a quizzical look on her face as she surveyed the group. "Methinks not Lady Yeesha. Do you require any aid? And that was certainly a powerful spell...I wonder...Did you cast it?"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Oct 15, 2006 10:54 pm
"I'm fine... No, I didn't cast that... I've never seen that spell before..." Yeesha confesses, shaking her head.

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sun Oct 15, 2006 11:23 pm
Thinking to take pause in her survey of the land about her, Isyndel very nearly inserts what little she was able to determine about the power that flushed them away. It was then she recalled the map she had helped herself to before the crash. Sinking to her knees, she spread the map out before her while biting her lip, searching to match what she had seen with what she was seeing.

Posted by: Rusty Mon Oct 16, 2006 1:39 am
*Faralon approaches Isyndel, looking at the map. He speaks out loud so the bulk of the force can hear him.* : "We can't be entirely certain where we are yet. We'll need to scout to determine just where we are. Does anyone want to come with me? I'd rather not travel alone in foreign territory. We're probably safe, but there's no sense in taking needless risks."

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Mon Oct 16, 2006 2:38 am
"Quick to speak but slow to think, as always." she chided, rolling her eyes. "We are here," she spoke matter-of-factly, sounding as if there were no error in her choice and placing one digit on the map where she surmised their location to be. "If one were to cross this river they could make their way to the Elven Village; further on lies the Dwarven Mine.
She rose to her feet once more, leaving the map open for the moment so the others could view it. Despite all that had occured in their travels most recently, the wizardess had found herself feeling more confident; more useful. The evidence wore on her face even when fatigued.
Continuing onward, she interjected herself briefly into Sulia and Yeesha's conversation. "The Lady did not cast that spell; in fact, the spell was not cast at all," Isyndel said. "The source of the spell," she continued before meeting an abrupt pause. "The source wielded the magic out of instinct alone. It was not borne of incantations or manipulation of relics or items or fragments of the earth or whatever suits the explanation best."
And then quietly she returned to the map and to Damas, studying it further for no reason she bothered to explain.

Posted by: Rusty Mon Oct 16, 2006 3:22 am
*Faralon glares at Isyndel's remarks.* : "Your tongue is your boon. You should be more mindful of things you say in the future, wizardess." *He turns his gaze to no one in particular.* : "I guess that little hike is moot now. I suppose we shall wait for Cedric to awaken. No point in planning the next course of action without the leader's word, right?"
*The bard falls silent and moves towards Kethra, nodding to her as he pulls out his lute, beginning to tune it.*
: "I was worried I wouldn't get to see you again..."

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Oct 16, 2006 4:13 am
Bathed in light, a beautiful woman reaches towards him, beckoning him into the radiance... Her voice whispers gently, calling to him, "Come my child..." He reaches for her hand but cannot seem to touch it. Her whisper sounds once more, "Come to a higher place..."
Her features are vague, he cannot tell if the figure is that of the mother he loved or the Goddess he worshiped.
Then she begins to fade, the light vanishing even as he flails wildly in an attempt to reach it.
"hehehehe..." All grows dark save patches of burning red, embers of seething hatred in the midst of utter black.
Tendrils of inky blackness stretch across the hellish scene, ensnaring him upon them.
He struggles against the sticky tendrils even as six burning eyes appear above him mockingly.
His eyes burn with intensity matching those above, flames engulfing him and setting the tendrils ablaze...yet they do not release him.
Besmirched with the gore of the day's battle, the face of the Holy Knight of Mitula wavers as all peace is driven from it. Then he abruptly sits up, leaning heavily against a bent knee and breathing heavily. After a moment, he runs a hand over his face and then stands, taking in the surroundings grimly. He steps heavily towards the others, his eyes and voice vacant of all emotion, "Status report." He glances at Faralon, "How did we get here and were we detected." He frowns at the sight of the crushed and battered wagons, "We'll need those repaired... Lady Yeesha, are the standard wardings in place?"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Oct 16, 2006 4:51 am
"I just woke up, Cedric, I haven't had time..." Yeesha says, pulling herself to her feet and leaning on her staff. "Much of my spellpower has been exhausted, but I'll try and use what I have left..." "Arrrrgh..." Kyoji awakens with a grunt of pain. Blinking he looks around. "This... isn't the afterlife... Where are we? What happened?"

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Oct 16, 2006 4:57 am
"Confound it all!" Zook cries as he kicks the pitted and gouged frame of ADAM. "I'll need a day of solid repair time, not to mention mithril plating... wait." He looks up at Isyndel. "Dwarven mines? Elven village? That settles it!" The gnome runs over to Cedric. "Sir, we have to be off. We're far too exposed out here and Isyndel says there's a settlement nearby. We need a chance to rest and restock. I need time to look over the discs I was given, including the tactical briefing on the Strife Lords."

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Oct 16, 2006 5:21 am
The Paladin pauses for a moment, processing this then nods heavily, "Very well, we will make for this settlement..." He looks at the archwizardess, "I understand... There is only so much you can accomplish." He glances over the group, "Once we are fully rested, we will attempt to make contact with the merchant." He then frowns and glances at Ashathel, "Did you locate the soldiers? We are to deliver some materials to them."

Posted by: Rusty Mon Oct 16, 2006 5:31 am
*Faralon shakes his head.* Faralon: "I don't know if we were spotted or not by the enemy. I, too, woke up only just a bit ago. As for who teleported us...That would be Simone. I wouldn't approach her about it, though. She believes she's some sort of 'freak'."

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Oct 16, 2006 5:38 am
Lillah elegantly interjects at this points, speaking in a light soothing voice, "She hath shown such gifts once before in my knowledge..." She looks down, "Which I fear also bears ill tidings, for Ryhir fell protecting her from an attacker who she slew with a blast of light."
Cedric takes this in quietly, then nods, "Thank Mitula that her powers are benevolent to the forces of good..." He looks up at the sky, "I had feared that she was sought for darker reasons." He sighs heavily, "No, this is all beginning to make sense."

Posted by: Rusty Mon Oct 16, 2006 5:41 am
*Faralon shakes his head in disbelief.* : "Ryhir fell? What happened?!"

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Oct 16, 2006 5:45 am
Lillah looks at Yeesha softly, "I arrived just as Simone slew her attacker, the wizardess would be better suited to tell the tale than I." She gestures to the bag at her side, her voice lowering gently, "I hath preserved his remains in hopes of resurrection or at least proper burial."
A flicker of emotion crosses Cedric's face, his eyes staring down at the dirt. After a moment, he whispers quietly, "He was a brave warrior and a trustworthy friend..." Then the Paladin turns and walks from the others towards the wagons, already beginning to usurp the authority of Zook and ordering various Zooklings to being making quick repairs to the wagons.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Oct 16, 2006 5:53 am
The tinkers shift uneasily while Cedric directs them, looking to Zook. Eventually, Musril jogs over to the gnome, who is examining the contents of the container he had been given, and whispered into his ear. Zook looks up, and shrugs. Nodding, Musril jogs back to the others and says, "Do what he said."
Slowly, the Zooklings begin to fan out and fix the wagons.
((17 repair checks: 20, 21, 17, 24, 24, 22, 24, 23, 24, 0, 25, 27, 17, 24, 0, 3, 36))

Posted by: Sighrus Mon Oct 16, 2006 6:35 am
A low, pained groan signels the rise of the minotaur, the lumbering hulk slowly pushing himself off the cool, soft grass. His body, like granite, was slow to follow his mind, dust flaking off from his fur to settle on the morning dew as he rubbed his burning eyes. They felt like molten glass under their lids, swimming formlessly and searing all they touched. Pulling his hand away, he opened his eyes...but nothing changed. The world was pitch black to him; though he felt the presence of the Sun on his fur, none of it reached his eyes. His hands, suddenly unsteady and fearful, floated slowly to his side and padded out to skate the grass below him, which they cling to. Grass? Weren't they in a desert not too...no, he had no idea how long he'd been out for. He'd have to find the others, they'd know what to...but he couldn't move, lest he get even more lost. His ears twitch as the sounds of his companions reach his ears, not all that far off after all, solving his dilemma and calming a spark of panic that had failed to spread. Turning to what he thought were his companions, he spoke, more frustrated with the situation than anything, "Where are we, and why can't I see?"

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Oct 16, 2006 6:57 am
"The same reason I can't see a damn thing either," Gabe growled, still sitting on the ground. "The last thing I saw was that big hunk of metal go up, then a flash of white from the explosion. I bet the same thing that happened to you happened to me."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Oct 16, 2006 3:01 pm
Damas glares at Faralon for a moment before returning his attention to Isyndel. Even though she was up and about, he was still worried about her. He would almost never mention such a thing outright, though. The fact that he is still by her side should make that much obvious. Damas remains silent, until Ryhir's death is brought up, that is.
"Ryhir...is...d-dead?" He stammers.
I regret not getting to know Ryhir as well as I would have liked to, and now he's... Why do people have to keep dying? Will it every stop?
Damas tries hard to not show his hurt on the outside. He has always been sensitive, and many times the Sorcerer found it to be a weakness.
A weary smile crosses Kethra's lips as Faralon comes towards her. She takes a moment to consider his words, before she chuckles and shakes her head.
"You don't need to worry about that, now. We're alive, right?"
Kethra hears about Ryhir's death right about now and she gasps.
"Ryhir has fallen? Oh my god..."

Posted by: Aldur Mon Oct 16, 2006 3:02 pm
Sulia blinked. "Who? And oh dear...whatever happened to Jokullgr?"

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Oct 16, 2006 5:51 pm
"He left with Acacia, remember?" Ashathel said. "After we took care of Shailtor's plans in Cypress. But more importantly... someone needs to determine how badly Gabriel and Castor are blinded." Then, moving to Cedric's side, he said "Cedric... we need to talk. As soon as possible."

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Oct 16, 2006 7:42 pm
The Paladin turns wearily to Ashathel, "I'm here, talk."

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Oct 17, 2006 11:34 pm
*Aurik stiffly rolls ever to push himself from the ground. His head throbs as if he had been hit by Cedric's warhammer, so he shakes his head a few times and blinks to try to relieve the spinning, disoriented feeling he is currently under. Aurik slowly gets to his knees, then rubs his temples for a bit to further relieve the stress. Disoriented and groggy, the healer has difficulty locating the right points to deaden the pain, but succeeds in time. Upon fully coming to, Aurik hears cries of blindedness and awkwardly rushes to the needy's sides. How ironic that the largest, most powerful members of their group would be stricken in such a manner. Aurik presses the palm of his right hand against each's forehead and raises his left hand to the sky. He recites a few words, his own eyes closed but looking at the afflicted. Suddenly, holy energy is channeled into Gabriel, and then into Castor, allowing both to see once more.*
: By the eternal flames, what was that? And is everyone alright, relatively speaking?
((Heal check: 1d20 + 17 = 4 + 17 = 21.
Remove Blindness x2))
~~~
*Merkass had leaped and rolled with the oncoming explosion, attempting to save himself from the possibly excrutiating pain that may have set upong them. As quickly as it had happened, Merkass found himself laying on the ground, face up staring at the sky awake. "What had happened," he wondered. Merkass had never let his now defunct bow leave his grip from the run to the tumble, and he woke to find it still in his hand. He blinked to clear the brightness of the day from his eyes, then examined the bow. He remembered that the string had snapped. The recollection upset him, but it could be repaired. At least they had all made it through this series of ordeals, even if more awaited. The catfolk quickly leaps up to his feet, stretching in ways that look painful to the less flexible humans of the group. Quickly, he sniffs the air, then pauses. His ears perk up before scanning the area to see what is around, and if they are in the same place they had been before the terrible explosion had occured.*
((Listen: 1d20 + 20 = 3 + 20 = 23.
Spot: 1d20 + 18 = 18 + 18 = 36.
Merkass sniffs for the stinky stink of something that smells evil.... or smelly.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Oct 18, 2006 12:26 pm
"Cedric," Ashathel, said, "We need to talk. It was your idea to go after Xadoss, wasn't it?" The Paladin looks at Ashathel for a long moment before replying, "What do you mean my idea to go after Xadoss?" "Did you hesitate - even for a moment - when you found out where he was?" the elf asked.
The eyes of the Paladin narrow, "Just what are you instituting?"
"I'm saying that you have a vendetta against the Strife Lords, and it's beginning to affect your judgement," Ashathel said, "Look... I'm not going to insult your intelligence and say I know what you're going through - I know where my brother is and my parents are safe for the moment. But this... this isn't going to help you, or us, or anyone."
"Spare me the lecture..." Cedric states flatly, his eyes narrowed with suppressed anger, "Despite our struggles together, you obviously have no idea what kind of man I am. You really think that I'd allow my personal feelings to endanger the lives of others?" He shakes his head with disgust, "I did ask Kyoji for guidance before making the decision to engage Xadoss. Though, feel free to ask him personally, since you clearly have no faith in me." His eyes narrow, "Allies were under attack and we had no time to spare, I made a decision. Maybe it was a mistake but if you think my wisdom is lacking, you can gather those who agree with you and continue on your own. The last thing I need right now is back stabbing like we had when the expedition had just begun..." He starts to turn away, then glances back, "Do you really think so little of me or is this petty revenge for me reprimanding you for insulting Kethra?"
"There's a misunderstanding, all right," Ashathel said, angrily, "If I didn't give a damn or respect you, I'd just drag Faralon behind me, kicking and screaming. Face it, Cedric... we're men. We can't take this kind of stress indefinitely. Do you blame me for thinking that you're starting to crack a little?"
"Maybe I am..." Cedric states, his eyes flashing with anger, "...but questioning my emotional stability while I'm barely able to walk is not helping matters." He glares at Ashathel, his voice almost breaking, "I just fought my way through a horde of fiends, battled an old friend twisted into a dark mockery of his former self, watched a Strife Lord slaughter the last survivors of some Ancient vessel that I barely can comprehend, stood helpless while all of comrades were about to be destroyed only to realize when it was too late that there had a chance for escape, then woke up in a strange place when I should have been dead to learn that the only man who was brave enough to join me in driving away Shailtor when he first sought to corrupt us was slained..." His eyes are alight with emotion, "I really don't need you questioning me right now." He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath, "You couldn't wait until I had at least been healed and had a chance to rest.... Light damn it." Cedric turns and strides away from the swashbuckler.
"Light damn it, indeed," Ashathel muttered, shaking his head.

Posted by: Aldur Wed Oct 18, 2006 6:41 pm
Sulia, seeming to notice that mostly everyone was feeling down smiled, and moved over to Lilah. "Mayhap you and Sir Faralon could lighten our hearts, if only a little?"

Posted by: Rusty Fri Oct 20, 2006 6:14 am
*The bard shakes his head at Damas. The poor fool...What does he see in her?...Faralon's ear twitches at Sulia's suggestion. He nods to Sulia, speaking up.* : "That sounds fine to me. I was just tuning up, actually, so this should sound superb."
((Perform check: Natural 19 + 23 total = 42.))
*Taking his lute, Faralon strums the chords - playing a soothing tune to ease the spirits of those around him.*

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Oct 20, 2006 5:51 pm
"It's always something new," Gabriel mused. "First this expedition, then Shailtor's plans for me, and now this. I'm starting to wonder if I'm not just cursed." *Aurik was glad to see that Gabriel had not been too terribly shaken by the explosion, or if he was, he hid it well.* "
: No more than any of the rest of us, I suppose. Are you further injured in any way?"
"First I ran into a magical barrier like a court jester, and then I was blinded by the flash of an exploding vessel of the ancients. The only thing injured is my pride," the half-giant mused. "Forget it... I'm getting too talkative in my 'old age'."
*Aurik frowns.*
: "You act as if you were the only one to deal with such things. The barrier was invisible, and Castor was blinded as well. You still live, and that is all that matters. Others have not been so lucky." *Aurik sits next to the half-giant.* "Speaking of living, tell me, how have you been since we removed some of your cybernetic components?"
"Alive and clawing," he muttered.
*Aurik tightens his lips and furrows his brow. The conversation was not going well, but he felt he could open Gabriel up and relay what he was really feeling.*
: "That's well enough, but honestly, what is bothering you? A small jab at your pride has never set you in such a foul mood before."
"Because before, things were clear. Volcanon let my people die, let me be scarred and left alone," he said, his grip tightening aroudn a rock. "At least, I thought I knew. But all of it... lies, lies from Shailtor. And as a result, I don't have a choice to but to follow Cedric, little more than a mindless raging beast of destruction."
*Aurik nods his head.*
: "But you do have a choice, don't you? You could stop following Cedric if you wanted. No one is forced to follow him, staying with us to save Rune. If you are only a 'mindless, raging beast of destruction,' why do you stay? Certainly there is something more."
"Why do I stay? You should know why, after what they... what he did to me," the half-giant snarled, his grip around the rock tightening. "I was used as a pawn... I stay, because Cedric will lead me to Shailtor - and my revenge."
*Aurik frowns.*
: "Is revenge all you desire?"
"I have no past, and I shouldn't exist... so I'm going to build my future on his bones. And whatever else may come... let it come."
: "Surely you have plans for after he is defeated." *Aurik places his hands on his knees then looks down.* "If you were not meant to exist, then you would not exist. You have a purpose. After the Strife Lords are defeated, someone will need to rebuild those areas of Rune that they have destroyed."
"Like I 'remember' doing with my life before," Gabriel sneered. "You sound just like the memories of the cleric they put in my mind. 'Volcanon will guide you, if only you lend him your strength,' he'd say... platitudes that would have gotten him killed, if he'd ever existed."
*Aurik frowns, more deeply this time.*
: "I never mentioned Volcanon, Gabriel. I come to you as friend and counsel, not as cleric and evangelist. Your choice to follow a deity, or none at all, is your own decision. Know that you stand at an important pinnacle in time, and your actions can shape the future of this world. Not many can boast that privilege, and I suggest you not throw it away."
"You should check on the wolfman... he's more likely to share your sentiments," the half-giant said. Squeezing tightly, he opened his hand to reveal the rock, crushed into three smaller fragments. "But as for me... I will destroy him. Nothing more, nothing less. And all else can burn in the Great Bird's presence until that happens - privilege or not."
: "Why do you resent the prospect of life so much? You can wrest any of their control over you by creating something for yourself that is yours and no one else's. That, Gabriel, would destroy what Shailtor stands for moreso than destroying his body ever could."
"I said enough; tend to others, Aurik," Gabriel said.
*Aurik breathes deeply, then exhales, stretching his arms out against his knees. He stands, then brushes himself off.*
: "Very well. Know that I will be around should you require any more assistance." *Aurik turns and walks off, unable to understand the depths of the half-giant's moodiness and his simplification of the situation to a battle of religion.*

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Oct 20, 2006 6:27 pm
((Are the zooklings able to repair the wagons? If so we head out for the nearby town.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Oct 20, 2006 7:21 pm
"Where is he?" Ashathel asked aloud, scanning the assembled group for his brother. Noting the catfolk, he asked "Hey, Merkass... have you seen my brother?" *Merkass raises his head from examining his bow. He had been wondering where Zook is so that they might repair his bow. Ashathel interrupts his thoughts with his question, causing him to take a quick look around.*
((25 spot check))
: He had been on the ship with us.
"With us... you were there too? I can ask you, then," the elf said. "Just... what happened on the ship?"
: It was odd. The ship was overrun by demons. Demons new to us, but very old. Very powerful. Something in there overwhelmed my senses. We fought the demons off, and I found an old man, but he wasn't a man. He, too, was different and very old. He was part machine, part man, and something else. He said they were fighting the Strife Lords. We found out they have been here a long time. The others grabbed some of their maps and information. Then we found Xadoss fighting a few others like the old man. We fought for a few seconds, then the ship's defenses turned on and we were pulled to the floor. The ship teleported us away, then it exploded." *Merkass speaks in a train of thoughts and with to the point accuracy. He speaks quickly, but articulately, with slight nuances on 'th' and 's' sounds.*
"I see... I wish the rest of us had known," the elf said. "Xadoss... he's the fiery one, right?"
*Merkass nods.*
: He is. However, he does not seem terribly bright. Erebeus, his brother, thinks so as well. He said so before teleporting him out.
"Then I think I'll enjoy matching wits with him in the future," Ashathel said. "That is, if there's anything left after you're done turning him into a porcupine..."
*Merkass shakes his head.*
Porcupine? No. Though if fate allows it, I will put as many arrows into him as I can for each of my tribe that was slain many years ago. He and his brothers. However, my bow finally failed me this day. *Merkass raises his bow and shows Ashathel the snapped bowstring.* Unfortunately, his hide is very thick and it was hard to penetrate. I must thank your brother for lending me his bow.
"I see... I suppose you'll need Zook's help to repair it. At the very least, it didn't suffer the same fate as Faralon's previous bow," the elf said, sighing. "Wait... what happened to your tribe? I never knew... we don't speak often."
*No, they hadn't spoken often. Maybe once or twice. Merkass was always ahead of the group or thinking of the next great evils they would stop. He would not know. Few others knew.*
: My tribe was attacked 2 years before I came to Cypress. Undead descended upon us in the open plain. We defeated them, but many of my clanmates were slain while we were out training. We were young then. I fetched our elders to help. The horrible deaths at the hungry maws of the undead were undeserved, but at least they died fighting, applying what they learned. To this day I hunt the undead and their creators, and I know that it was the Strife Lords who caused them. They and their followers must be cleansed. *Merkass sniffs the air violently.*
"Of course... who else would it be?" the bladesinger asked, half throwing his hands up. "They've been keeping busy since they got here, for sure... a little too busy, from the looks of things. Creating men, annihilating tribes, corrupting priests and crushing strange men with the power of the ancients at their disposal... what haven't they done?"
*Merkass nods. The elf understands.*
: According to the old man on the ship, they have been here a long time. There is possibly much they have done that we do not know about.
"Which means our work probably won't be done anytime soon," the combat caster said. "And here I was hoping I'd be able togo home soon under good circumstances..."
*Merkass nods in agreement.*
: Once we finish them, there will still be purging and cleansing to do.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Oct 20, 2006 10:48 pm
The engineering team does indeed manage to repair the wagons in a short amount of time, the group making its way along the river until across the fast moving torrents of water they see on the mountainous far side a massive cave.

Posted by: FreedomJu Fri Oct 20, 2006 11:38 pm
((Right before the wagons start to move...)) As the Guisarme weilding warrior lacked any spells or any other skills that could be of immediate use to the group, Van took it upon himself to stand guard and watch for any danger. His senses were alert for trouble, but he was only human.
*Merkass silently approaches Van, then crouches behind him, pawing at the dirt and rubble of the ground.*
: You fight more valiantly now without your weapon.
*Merkass speaks bluntly, as if the conversation had already been occuring before he got there. However, he continues to look down at the ground as if making sense of it.*
As Van had been directing his attention outward, having Merkass suddenly speak up right behind him more than startled him a little. The village warrior spins around to face the catfolk archer, his still covered with a suprised look. "Ah..." He pauses for a moment to recover from his near heart attack and to figure out what Merkass meant. "You mean that enchanted weapon that increased my physical abilities, right?" Another pause as he thinks this over. "Well, you remember the image that damn Shailtor showed us of my village being attacked?"
*Merkass stands, then thinks back to the temple once more. The temple where Amelios had turned. Merkass sneers and begins to hiss slightly and subvocally at the memory. He remembers the orb that followed the warrior around and the images of destruction contained therein, but he remembers nothing specific from it.*
: I remember the image orb, but I was not focused on it, so I remember nothing specific.
Van nods, it was natural for others of the group to be focused on other concerns during the battle. "Well, what was shown to me was true, when I returned home my village was in ashes..." Van's voice wavers for a moment at the memory, but then strengthens as he sticks his hand in a pouch and begins to toy with something contained inside of it. "... However Acacia and I found evidance that at least some of my people survived. At that moment I decided that I would return to the group and do my best to prevent another such tragedy. It does not matter if I lose my life as a result, so long we are able to kill the Strife Lords."
*Merkass' ears perk up as he hears of the destruction of Van's village. He then looks down at the dog tag hanging from his neck, fingers it, then runs his hand along the chain to the pieces of cloth braided in his hair. The foul zombie cloth was a constant reminder of the attack on his tribe. The one that had taken a number of his clanmates. He removes one of the cloths and holds it out to Van.*
: You and I have more in common than I might have thought, We are both here for our people.
*Merkass shakes the piece of cloth in front of Van.*
Van blinks slowly before taking his hand out of the pouch and reaching out for, and taking the offered cloth. He examines it for a few moments before putting it in the pouch where he had been toying with something earlier. From the pouch he pulls a wooden carving of two faces back to back. One face is that of a beautiful woman, obviously carved with great skill. The other is a more crudely carved face of a man that somewhat resembled Van. "This is the carving my wife and I had started to work on together when we first got married and I found it in the ruins of my village." He extends his hand out so that Merkass might take the carving. "Let this exchange symbolize our resolve to kill the Strife Lords and end their terror."
*Merkass nods and accepts the statuette. It is a great sacrifice for Van to hand over this carving of great emotional value. He eyes it over, noting the beginnings of some fine detail. Merkass reaches behind his chain shirt and places the statue in his left breast pocket.*
"This has some fine working to it. I see you have skill with a knife. As it is a valuable sacrifice to you, so shall it be of value to me. I will keep it near my heart for you."
Van smiles warmly. "Thank you very much...." The warrior trails off as he sees the others start to prepare the wagons for moving. "It seems we better get ready to move."
*Merkass turns his head and looks off into the distance.*
"It appears so. Let us be off."
*Merkass, without saying a word more, turns and walks away.*

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Tue Oct 24, 2006 1:21 am
The corners of her mouth tilted in a bit of a smile; the woman clearly revelling in her ability to irritate one who was normally so easygoing. Isyndel sought Sleet then, or perhaps more aptly sought the being within Sleet to seemingly taunt the small victory. Something about the bard reminded her of the man within the feline, but that was information better left undiscussed.
The news of Ryhir's death came only moments later. The news struck a blow to any relief or excitement she had held onto after surviving their horrible ordeal. She kept to the maps before her, masquerading behind her study of them. Once she looked up at Damas; her gaze weak and unsteady as she locked it within his before snapping her head back to the papers before her, clearly unnerved at her display of weakness.
-Later-
The wizardess fell into step next to Damas silently, rarely venturing her head in his direction more than necessary. In fact, she spent the better part of the small journey glaring at the wagon housing Simone in careful thought. The girl was just as much a test subject as she was a source of worry for the Wizardess; she believed herself to be one of possibly two of their entourage to have any idea of what the girl had done out of pure reaction alone. It surprised her to note that she had been spending more time feeling concern for Simone than for wanting to disect the nature of the power she could wield. Audibly she sighed on her last glance before looking forward once again.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Oct 24, 2006 3:11 pm
Damas' finds himself unable to breath for a moment, a look of bewilderment on his face when Isyndel looks up at him. She has very rarely looked at him in such a way, and it surprised him that she would do so now. While her gaze is weak and unsteady, his show sadness.
Isyndel...
Damas finds himself unable to speak her name out loud, instead saying it to himself in his mind. Even as Isyndel looks away once again, he lets out a faint sigh, but still continues to watch over her.
+Later+
Damas' gaze wanders to Isyndel from time to time on their trip, but he does not say anything to her. As much as it shames to admit it to himself, he has no idea what to say to her. His gaze also wanders to the wagon from time to time.

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Oct 25, 2006 12:26 pm
The weary group pushes on to the edge of the swiftly flowing river. Beyond them the path continues on peacefully towards the mountains and a place of rest. The Paladin Cedric Theodoric marches grimly and silently at the front of the group, stopping only a few feet from the edge of the waters. His eyes narrow coldly and he turns to Lilah, "You are certain that this is the best crossing point within traveling distance?"
The beautiful Lillend nods patiently, "Yes, as I told thee before this river is swift and not easily crossed..."
"Fine..." The Paladins sighs heavily, he starts to walk towards the back of the group, "Zook, I want you and your peons to figure out a way to get all of us across."
"That wilt not be necessary." Lilah interjects with a light smile, she nods to her harp, "If thou will allow me but to play..." She tilts her head, "Why not take a rest upon this fertile bank while I doth practice my art?"
The Paladin looks at her skeptically for a long moment, then shrugs, "Do what you will." Walking a short distance down the bank, he collapses in the soft grass and stares up at the sky broodingly.
The Lillend looks after him sadly for a moment, then smiles and strikes a note upon her harp. The rocks along the bank tremble in harmony as she slowly begins http://www.kaihaku.net/BGM/Schala%20and%20the%20Queen.mp3.
[Perform(Voice): 14 + 34 = 48]
[Perform(String): 19 + 34 = 53]
As if captured in rapture of her song, stones and rocks slowly shift and slide into place. For nearly an hour she plays on, the rough structure of a bridge slowly forming over the river.
(Gotta love a Lyre of Building.)

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Oct 25, 2006 2:25 pm
Damas watches in amazement as the Lillend plays, and a bridge forms over the river. "Wow, that's amazing." Kethra also seems to be impressed, as she is clapping softly. "Indeed, it is quite remarkable."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Wed Oct 25, 2006 11:05 pm
*Bow in hand, Merkass approaches Zook. The tinker is hard at work at his own machine, but Merkass' matter was as imminent as his own. Plus, it had been long since they had last spoken, and Merkass felt he had connected well with the Zook.* : Zook, can we speak?
Zook's head pops out of ADAM, and his face lights up on seeing the catfolk. "Merkass! What can I do for you?"
*Merkass smiles toothily.*
: Your bow broke while fighting Xadoss. Can you fix it? *Merkass holds the bow out in front of him, the snapped cable acting as the bowstring hanging from it.*
Zook frowns. "Aww..." He takes the bow in his hands. "I can restring it, no problem." He looks over the bow carefully. "You know, this bow would probably take to holding a sight."
*Merkass is pleased to hear that the repairs would be quite effortless. He becomes quickly curious at Zook's recommendation of an upgrade.*
: How much would I benefit from this sight?
Zook frowns. "Hmmm..." he murmurs, turning the bow over in his hands. "You never seem to have much trouble hitting the target." He makes a gesture to where his rifle sat propped against ADAM. "I made a scope for my rifle that lets me point my shots a little better. Hitting softer spots. I might be able to work something like that for you."
*Merkass thinks to the battle with the Behemoth and his difficulty hitting the missles and dealing damage. He then thinks to the battle with Xadoss, and again, his incredibly impenetrable hide.*
: That would be quite useful.
Zook nods. "We seem to be running into fewer robots and undead lately. A little precision couldn't hurt. In the meantime..." Zook says, reaching into the container he had been given on the ship, and extracting a single cylinder with "A-M" stamped on the side. He hands it to Merkass. "Antimatter grenade," he says. "Twist it there, push it in, and throw it. It has something in the area of a 40' radius, but it should penetrate all but the strongest defenses." He looks up. "Keep it for the next time your bow isn't an option."
((Zook gives Merkass one Anti-Matter grenade: 10d8 damage, 40' radius, ignore 10pts DR))
*Merkass handles the grenade carefully, holding it up to his eyes and turning it about to examine it. The device was stranger than anything he had ever seen, barring the onslaught of demons, devils, and undead he had been fighting for the past who knew how long at this point.*
: Thank you. Your concerns are well placed. I had meant to ask you about other possible equipment, such as the dragonsbreth arrows I used at the beginning of our quest. They have become less effective over time.
Zook nods. "There are two roads to follow here. I could try and design a better arrow, work the metal to fly faster and hit harder, or I could... maybe build arrowheads that're hollow, and will break on impact. Line the interior of the arrowhead with flint and gunpowder, and boom! Exploding arrows."
*Merkass strokes the hair covering his cheeks and chins, pondering the possibilities.*
: Hmm... both sound plausible. A stronger standard arrow is more useful in all situations, but when it would work, the exploding arrow can accomplish more. I do not believe they would work against fiends unfortunately.
Zook murmurs in assent. "Mmm. The exploding arrows should be faster work, since making things explode is kind of a hobby of mine. Designing a more efficient arrow will take some time at the drawing boards, but once I've got a solid plan they should be very rapidly made."
*Merkass nods in agreement.*
: I will try the exploding arrows, or if you have can make a dragonsbreth arrow that has a more intense fire or that is more difficult to extinguish, I would like to try it as well. I am sure that the enemy machines we face will find them far less attractive. I will aid you in any way that I can on any project.
"I might need capital," Zook says. "Money and materials. But I've got time and I've got manpower to spare."
*Merkass nods again*
: Your abilities are well appreciated as always.
Zook waves his hand dismissively. "Tchah! Appreciation is for butchers and bakers and candlestick makers. I'm a scientist. I need you people to give me ideas. The rest is gravy." He smiles a bit at this joke. "But thank you."
*Merkass grins wide once more. He truly did like this Gnome.*
: You are welcome. Now, if you can invent a better way to hunt, that would be a feat.
Cackling, Zook nods to Merkass once more, setting back into ADAM to work.
*Merkass looks about, then wanders off, scouting out the area around them once more.*

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Oct 27, 2006 9:19 am
Crossing the river, the group finds itself in a large mining complex manned by dwarves. Quarters, though they are of bare, hewn rock are procured. Although there are no furnishings, meaning another night on bedrolls, the cave is warm and sheltered... and for a fee of one gold coin per person per day, the party can stay as long as they like.
The dwarves also mention that their blacksmith might be happen to get some business, and that they have an elven enchanter currently staying with them until the troubles at the Elf Village pass over.

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Oct 29, 2006 8:16 pm
Cedric informs the group that they will be resting in the caverns for two days. He sets the spoils of the last battle before the group, "This is what we gathered from the infernals..." His eyes narrow as he offers an amulet to Simone, "It should help ward you from detection."
[Bowl of Water Elementals]
[Shocking Burst Morningstar of Disruption +4]
[Wand of Restoration (20 charges)]
[Staff of Healing (25 charges)]
[Ring of Spell Storing, major]
[Amulet of Proof against Detection and Location - Simone]
"Take what you will, anything not claimed will be sold." He sighs, picking up the bowl, "I'm fairly certain that while useful this would serve us better as gold." He glances at the nearby gnome, "Zook, the crate you obtained, does it have anything that could be used by others in the group?"

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun Oct 29, 2006 8:34 pm
Zook looks over to Cedric, arms akimbo as he directs his followers to forge the mithril he purchases. He wears a headband, with a sapphire set in the center. His eyes seem more piercing. "I have a couple grenades. It's no trouble to teach people to throw them. I gave one to Merkass already. Besides that... well, there's a pistol, but someone without training would be rather a bad shot, I'd wager."
((Spent 4,000 gold on the raw mithril needed to repair ADAM. Spent another 4,000 on a Headband of Intellect +2))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Mon Oct 30, 2006 3:25 am
"The ring seems similar to one I already possess; should no one make use of it I have no qualms with carrying another," Isyndel stated. Folding her arms about her, she bluntly continued. "More importantly, where can one take a bath around here? My clothes are in dire need of washing and I intend to follow suit as quickly as possible."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Oct 30, 2006 4:28 am
If consulted, the dwarves point out a section of the river that is slow moving and shielded by a small rock wall for privacy. Though they rarely make use of it, the elven enchanter uses it daily.

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Oct 30, 2006 12:49 pm
Cedric pauses for a moment, then chuckles lightly, "I suppose we all could use one of those..." He then frowns, "As for the ring, I thought it might be better served in the hands of someone who could not normally use magic. Filling it with healing spells or something of the sort could aid us in keeping one another alive." He shrugs, "...but I'm also certain that you would put it to good use so...."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Oct 30, 2006 3:36 pm
Damas speaks up about the ring, his arms folded over his chest. "I believe that I could make use of the ring as well, but...it may also be of use to someone who cannot use magic." He then looks down at himself, his clothes now filthy due to sand, dirt, and his own blood. Damas looks back up again and chuckles.
"It appears that my clothes also need to be washed. A nice bath would be great, too."
Damas later consults the dwarves about a place to bathe and wash his clothes. The elven Sorcerer lets out a sigh of relief. It would be nice to get cleaned up.
Kethra chuckles a bit as well, her hands rested on her hips.
"Yeah, a bath would be great."
She also consults the dwarves about a place to bathe and wash her clothes.

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Tue Oct 31, 2006 12:02 am
"Very well," she added after the Sorceror and Monk spoke. "Then you will share the bath with me, as I have no intention of waiting upon my arrival." ((Left open should more speaking take place between that and what follows.)) Upon consulting the dwarves, she inquired to the location of the elven enchanter as well upon mentioning, for several reasons. For one, this person was an elf spending time with dwarves, which was intriguing in and of itself. Second, said elf wielded magic which only added to her interest. Hearing him referenced again only added to her curiousity, and she fully intended to seek him out.
After her bath, of course.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Oct 31, 2006 12:19 am
His minions hard at work with the early stages of reforging ADAM's armor plating, Zook sets down with Merkass's bow, and with pen and parchment.\ First he attempts to restring Merkass's bow, winding the new string taut through the various pulleys and along the length of the weapon.
[Kno 33 Craft 41]
Upon completing this, the gnome begins to make preliminary sketches of the exploding arrows he had thought up earlier.
[Kno 30 Craft 43. Just working long enough to figure out what materials I'll need and how long it'll take]
He then takes an arrow Merkass had lent him, examining the arrowhead and using his knowledge of aerodynamics to think of a more damaging design.
[Kno 37 Craft 39. Same deal as above]
Finally, Zook sets down to consider the problem of ADAM, whose current armaments are all constrained by ammunition. He remembered having to leave his armor in the middle of the last battle to reload.
[Kno 40 Craft 46 on ADAM in melee. Specifically, giving ADAM a strength score of its own (or letting it augment Zook's) to allow the armor to deal damage in melee. Secondly, a chainsaw that Zook could mount on ADAM's wrist that would serve as a melee weapon.]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Oct 31, 2006 2:46 am
"Well if it's a bath everyone wants, I know a cantrip that can heat the water," Yeesha nods. "I wouldn't mind a wash either... Good thing I brought soap." "You... share... You do mean that the river will use standard gender separation and turn taking, right?" Kyoji asks. "Like in most public baths?"
--------
Zook finds he really can't improve on the arrow design, though he can fill an enlarged arrowhead with gunpowder. All he needs is steel and gunpowder, nothing too fancy.
((Learned how to make Light Explosive Arrows, -1 to hit, +1d6 explosive damage.)
Zook begins to work out a basic melee defense system, but it would take time to complete.

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Oct 31, 2006 2:57 am
Cedric frowns slightly, glancing at Kyoji, "She means that Damas may share the bath once she had finished using it." He shakes his head wearily and begins slowly removing his armor, revealing the stained and bloodied clothing beneath, "Which I would be glad to partake in myself at some point..."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Oct 31, 2006 2:59 am
"That's what I just said," Kyoji says, turning to Cedric. "The men and women bath at seperate times or places. It's not different here, is it?"

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Oct 31, 2006 3:01 am
His eyes tired, the Paladin replies, "Of course people bath seperately..." He yawns.

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Tue Oct 31, 2006 3:19 am
Cocking an eyebrow, Isyndel shuffled her feet a moment as the others raised their "objections." She then shoved her left fist against her hip as she addressed them once more. "I meant nothing of the sort. I will not rush my bathing to accomodate your childish urges to hide yourselves; should the rest of you feel the necessity to wait as long as I choose to remain there, then feel free to do so. Avert your eyes as I enter and exit and there is no reason for concern," Isyndel finished, turning on her heels with her hand still jammed at her side.
With a slight grin, she turned to look over her shoulder. "Of course, should you take too long a look I may accidentally discharge the electricity of this wand in the water. Just enough to remind you to act your age and not your gender."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Oct 31, 2006 3:48 am
"Curiousity. Is this an elven custom or your own pragmatism?" She cocked her head to the side quizzically for an instant before returning it straight once more. "Nothing so majestic. I am tired, and covered from head to toe in sweat, dirt, and blood. I have a free moment to take a long bath and I care little what it requires for me to enjoy it," she stated.
"Interesting... For a moment I thought I was ignorant of some practice or aspect of elven life, but it is indeed your own independence," Kyoji chuckles. "All right then. Keep that wand handy and watch for the sorceror. Then again, you hardly need me to tell you that."
She nodded, the slightest grin still playing cadence about the corner of her lips. "If anything he will be the one I will need watch the least."
Kyoji stops. "Oh?"
Tilting her head slightly she merely nodded, the look demonstrating she intended to offer little explanation beyond that.
"Ah, I see. Enjoy your bath, then."
"Provided no otherwordly presences arrive in it's midst there will be no way I cannot," Isyndel replied. "But my thanks for the sentiment just the same."
"Welcome," Kyoji says with a chuckle as he walks off.

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Nov 01, 2006 2:07 am
TUM: Have Cedric react... Kai: Ok... TUM: http://www.filelodge.com/files/room26/697859/Musics/BATH.MP3 The Paladin stares at the wizardess for a long moment with a heavy frown, then he shakes his head with a weary sigh, "Logical..." He continues to shakes his head wearily for a moment, "Here we are clinging to petty fears and social constructs..." He chuckles, "We faced the Strife Lords united yet fear to bath together... How childish." The Paladin pulls off the last bit of his armor and follows after the wizardess removing his shirt as he does so.
http://www.filelodge.com/files/room26/697859/Musics/BATH.MP3
Van unstraps his guisarme and drops the weapon near the edge of the bath even as he cracks his neck. The cracking of his neck is the signal for him to enter the bath. No sooner does he get his armor and shirt off does the village warrior slip and belly flop into the bath with a yell and a splash.
Zook looks up from his notes, watching the slow filtration of his allies to the river. He grumbles something, and looks down at his own arms, caked with oil and soot and ink. Frowning, he walks to ADAM and emerges, wearing short, loose pants.
Zook raises his arms to shield himself from the river's splashback as he approaches the bank, slipping in slowly. He unwraps a brick of soap and smashes it against the bank, selecting a smallish fragment to wash with.
Lilah sighs and stretches, "A bath does sound wondrous..." She slides across the floor then with a frown pauses and gestures to Castor, "Come, thou dost need to clease thy body of filth and so as to remove that stench."
Castor pauses for a moment, then with a grunt stomps into the bath. He looks for all the world as if marching to war.
After a few moments, Van recovers from his initial surprise at slipping and orients himself so he is leaning against the bath wall. "Yeah.... that went well." He mutters to himself, fruitlessly hoping no one saw that fall of his.
Sulia curses that Aldur decided not to be online for all of this.
Cedric eases himself into the hot waters of the bath with a content sigh. The fatigue and weariness visibly fading from his face as he does so.
Zook whistles as he washes, stopping in motion as if struck by inspiration. "I could really go for a scone right about now," he says.
"I thought those were banned because of how addicting they were." Van comments idly in response.
"Moderation is a beautiful thing," Zook replies, leaning against the bank briefly before ducking under the water, coming up to lather his tangled black hair.
Castor eyes the hot murky water uncomfortably, then swallowing his fear takes a few steps into the bath. His eyes narrow as they dart around in a slight panic.
The Paladin is silent for a long moment, then shakes his head, "Scones and tea in the bath..." He nods, speaking in a characteristic knight, "Excellent."
"Wine sounds better I think."
"Faralon had some sake a while ago, didn't he? What happened to that?" Zook asks.
"Didn't Ashathel drink it?" Cedric replies.
Van's eyes narrow at Zook's answer. "I don't know if Faralon can be trusted with things like that, Zook. Call if a feeling of mine."
The gnome frowns. "I've never known you to have feelings, Van."
"Visiting my village did a lot to me."
Lilah slides into the bath while shaking her head at the timid minotaur, "Immerse thyself in the water and cleanse the filth from thy body."
Trembling, the minotaur eases himself completely into the water. After a moment, the fear fade from his eyes and he lets out a contented sigh.
Zook thinks for a moment, but his face brightens in a smile and he says no more on the subject, turning around to splash Castor, stopping in midswing. "Cedric, if you bless a bowl, does all the water in it become holy?"
Cedric ponders this for a long moment, then he glances back at Zook and shakes his head, "Sadly no, only a pint of it if I recall correctly." Noting the others standing motionless around the bath, the Paladin frowns, "What is the meaning of this? We fight and bathe as one!" His eyes flash with divine power and his voice is filled with command, "All of you will bath with us now!!! So let it be written, so let it be done."
[CHA: 15 + 6 = 21]
Zook frowns. "Darn. I'd been thinking if we could get a bottle of endless water blessed we'd have a hose of holy water on tap."
"Intriguing thought..." Cedric ponders aloud, then motions to Aurik and Sulia, "Come, share your knowledge on the subject."
"I do hope the lot of you do not intend to drivel on the entire time we bathe," the wizardess spoke, appearing on the scene. "I do not intend to bathe with that doctor from another land today."
Castor picks this moment to begin snoring loudly.
"Cedric, are we headed to the Elven Village next?" asks Zook, who looks younger and younger the more grime is washed away.
"We were going to summon the merchant and discover what he could tell us of Simone's nature." Cedric replies, then stretches with a sigh, "...but actually staying here with the dwarves doesn't seem so bad. Last place the Strife Lords would look for us is here taking a bath." He nods, "Besides, people only get attacked in the shower."
Van, annoyed by the snoring, quickly reaches over the edge of the bath to snatch a canteen from his gear before emptying its contents onto Castor's face.
Castor snorts heavily and rolls to one side, slipping beneath the waters.
Chuckling softly, Van backs away from Castor before he decides to wake up and get vengance.
As the others seemed at least marginally distracted, the wizardess slowly undid the buttons of her nightgown, the only garment left in her pack not completely soiled. Slender fingers worked the first pearl button of the silken lace.
The water were Castor is now submerged darkens as clomps of filth float free. After a moment, he floats back to the surface, his dark matted fur now revealed to be a fair golden flax in color.
Slowly, Zook floats away from the rising clots of dirt, grimacing.
Van too moves away quickly from Castor, not wanting to let the warriors filth touch him.
She worked casually at the second button of her nightgown, ever casually revealing traces of the soft, pale skin beneath. "A pity," she spoke, brushing hair over her ear with her right hand, "that there is no one to help me with these wretched buttons," Isyndel finished with a demure grin.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Nov 01, 2006 2:52 am
"My timing appears to be as interesting as ever," Kyoji comments, arriving at the scene to find Isyndel flirting, Cedric commanding everyone to take off their clothes, and Yeesha hard at work casting fire spells to heat the water. One of the few times seen without his mask and ninja night-suit, he is now clad in a white towel wrapped around his waist, and a simple undergarment. With a sigh, he selects a portion of water and slides into it.
"How warm is it? I'd like to finish spellwork and get to the actual fun part sometime soon," Yeesha comments, setting up another fiery sphere among the few she'd already deployed among the rushing river waters. The globes of flame serve to heat the icy water as it flows into the bathing spot, making it pleasantly warm.
"It's warm," Kyoji says, submerging himself before poking his head out. "But not too warm."
"I like it hot, though. Is it warm or hot?"
"Warm."
"Dammit! One more then..." Yeesha says as she begins chanting again.

Posted by: Aldur Wed Nov 01, 2006 12:30 pm
Sulia meanwhile, now that Aldur is online again had been sitting quietly, attending to her long silver hair. She sighed and looked at it, laughing a little at the goings-on, and stopped, staring at Kyoji for a long moment, having never seen him unmasked before.
"Well now, this is definately a first."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Nov 01, 2006 5:50 pm
"Not really, I've taken off my mask before, you were merely not present," Kyoji replies, nonplussed. "And yes, it was in the presence of others."

Posted by: Aldur Wed Nov 01, 2006 6:51 pm
Sulia shook her head as she swept her hair out of her eyes, a smile on her face. "I meant more the communal bathing Sir Kyoji. Of course, I've never really bathed with Nobility before either!"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Nov 01, 2006 7:18 pm
"Communal bathing is a common practice where I am from... Though there are seperate baths for women and men," Kyoji says. "And though we bear titles, we're hardly nobles."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Nov 01, 2006 7:58 pm
[This is not the post that you're looking for.]

Posted by: Aldur Thu Nov 02, 2006 12:37 am
(( "but a towel that barely covers what it should." < That is VERY Monklike. I mean, I bet all of them do that.)) Sulia tilted her head to one side and nodded, obviously thinking about this. "Well...you do have a refined air about you Sir Kyoji."

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Thu Nov 02, 2006 2:21 am
((The chat post with the bath scene is obviously a joke. Just wanted to make that known so we can get back to the game once we're done having fun with it. However, Isyndel's suggestion that Damas and Kethra join her in the bath was serious, as was the conversation with Kyoji prior to Kai's post. So there you go. I'm cool if you wanna keep playing the scene out, but I want to play the real thing out at some point as well.))
Paying little heed to others who could soon be coming along, the woman changed into a silk nightgown, the only piece of clothing she had left in her pack to be anything resembling a clean garment. She washed the rest of her garments in the cool water for a short time before hanging them on the tree nearby. Bringing her towel to a rock just near the water's edge, Isyndel peered about awkwardly, suddenly embarrassed at the possible repercussions of her bravado.
But it was too late now.
Timidly, she slid the nightgown off and set it on the rock before slipping gingerly into the cool water, submerging herself completely in a slow motion that prickled the endings of every nerve of her exposed body. Pushing herself to the surface once more she could not help but shiver. Still, it could have been colder, she reassured herself, and the feeling would pass by rather quickly as her body adjusted to it.
And it did, ultimately. She bathed herself then, crimson flecks breeching her cheeks each time she lifted herself out of the water even slightly to wash before lowering herself to rinse again. And then she waded a bit, enjoying the peace and quiet. That was, of course, unless anyone actually followed and revealed themselves to her, a thought she was only marginally comfortable with.
((Crappy, but I'm not trying to cyber here.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Nov 02, 2006 7:59 pm
Damas leaves abruptly while the others are talking and heads to the "quarters" that they would be using during their stay. After he pays, he enters the cave and looks about. "I was sure hoping for a real bed to sleep in. No, it’s wrong to complain. At least we should be pretty safe here."
Damas picks a spot, laying out his bedroll on the ground and setting is backpack down near it. He kneels down and reaches inside it, pulling out another outfit that is a bit dirty, night clothes that he hasn't worn since he can remember, a brick of soap, and a towel. He looks about once more as his slender fingers undo the buttons on his shirt. After he is finished, he removes the rest of his garments and discards them on the floor nearby. Damas then changes into his nightclothes; the feel of the soft, dark blue silk against his skin had become foreign to him in the time he has spent traveling.
He puts the marine blue towel over his shoulder and picks up his dirty garments with his hands. Damas blushes a bit as he approaches the river and sees that Isyndel is already there. He removes the dark blue scarf with light blue stripes that he uses to bind his hair, letting it fall over his shoulders and against his back. He then washes his garments and then hangs them up to dry. He sets down his towel on a nearby rock and coughs in an exaggerated way to let Isyndel know he is there, even though she probably already knows.
When she is not looking, he removes his nightclothes and sets them off to the side. Damas then grabs the soap and slips into the water. He submerges himself completely, and comes back up to the surface not to long after. He seems totally unfazed by the water temperature. Damas breaks off a piece of soap from the brick and timidly starts to wash his body, muttering something to himself.
Once he is done, he submerges himself to rinse off the soap, and then comes back up, the dirt and grime now washed away. His upper body is now exposed, a few scars on either side of his abdomen is now the only thing to mar his soft, alabaster skin. Damas now turns his attention to his long black hair, now not as long as it once was, but still long enough. He then begins to wash his hair, and remains silent.

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Fri Nov 03, 2006 3:30 am
The wizardess tensed immediately at the sound of the cough; her cobalt eyes following it to the source. She flushed then despite being relatively unexposed, and averted her eyes at his approach. He entered the bath and washed, and the woman said nothing, the edges of her teeth gnawing fiercely into the inside of her lower lip. And then she looked as he bathed, surprised at herself for doing so, and shrunk back into herself almost instantaneously.
"Your silence is irritating me." She said flatly, intentionally choosing the wrong word to describe her feeling; her eyes lowered to the water off to her side. "For several days, in fact, and I insist that you speak more. To me." The last words were spoken almost breathlessly as if they had fled her lips in a way she had not meant to convey. The feeling of uncertainty stirring in her stomach was unsettling.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Nov 06, 2006 5:52 am
((At some point Ash wants to get the Force Blade enchanted with Holy.))

Posted by: Rusty Mon Nov 06, 2006 6:48 am
((Faralon will be taking that Staff of Healing unless there are any problems with that? He has enough ranks in UMD to auto-pass. If you don't want him to have that, he'll forfeit it for the Wand of Restoration, but I think it's nice to spread the healing out a bit, and no one seemed at all interested in it.
Also, I personally say we sell, if nothing else, that bowl. We're not often around water to make that much use of it, right?
And 50K goes a long way.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Nov 06, 2006 5:38 pm
Damas peers over his shoulder with a look of bewilderment on his face. Isyndel had always seemed to enjoy silence, at least from his point of view, and now she was irritated because he wouldn't talk. "Is that what is bothering you?" he asks. "Alright, we can talk...in a minute. I'll be right back."
Damas submerges himself in the water to rinse the soap out of his hair. After about two minutes he comes back up. This time he looks at her, even though it makes him a bit nervous.
"How are you faring?"
[Corny. Btw, I also think the bowl should be sold.]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Nov 06, 2006 11:17 pm
The two days pass swiftly enough, and though the dwarves are disappointed that no one bought their wares, the magical bowl delighted them when sold. Being that their mine is adjacent to a large river, the dwarves are already thinking of all teh work they can use the resulting elemental for.
((Four days travel time, do whatever.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Nov 07, 2006 2:05 am
[(Faralon is now more support than ever.) Faralon - Staff of Healing Lillah - Wand of Restoration Isyndel - Ring of Major Spell Storing Simone - Amulet of Proof against Detection and Location
??? - Shocking Burst Morningstar of Disruption +4
(It's a +8 Weapon, think about it before we sell it.)]
(Everyone who didn't get an item as listed above gets 5,000 gold.)

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Nov 07, 2006 2:58 am
[My characters get 5,000 gold each, then. Damas would have no use for a "spiked mace". ]

Posted by: Nightmare Thu Nov 09, 2006 5:38 am
"Kyoji," Laika sputtered out once he finally managed to get the opportunity to approach the ninja. "I couldn't help but notice your effectiveness in battle. I... well, I was wondering if you would be able to uumm... assist me so that I too can become more effective, as I have noticed that I'm not doing as well in battles as I used to."
"Certainly," Kyoji says, turning to face the wolfman. "What do you require?"
"Well..." The Champion sighed, "Perhaps we could spar briefly, and you could give me some constructive criticism. I've never really asked anyone for help when it came to fighting, so I'm not really sure how to ask for it."
"All right."
"Thank you." Laika said nodding to the ninja.
Kyoji runs at Laika, slashing before vanishing into thin air.
((28 Subdual))
The ninja manages a heavy blow to the wolfman's chest.
"I forgot that you can do that." Laika growls.
"Many enemies use invisibility, you must find a way to counter this," Kyoji says.
"Let's see if I can remember what Ash did when you sparred with him."
((Hold action until Kyoji attacks))
Kyoji emerges from the air to strike at Laika once more, but one his second strike lands, the wolfman batting aside the other attacks.
((Miss, Hit, Miss. 25 damage.))
Laika howls as he swipes at Kyoji, getting nothing but air.
((3 Misses, including a 33...))
"That was too close..." Kyoji says. "You've learned my position, try to anticipate my movement."
((74 Damage))
Kyoji's blows come out of nowhere, lashing across Laika and nearly sending him into unconsciousness.
Laika makes yet another attempt, but his anger was getting the better of him, making him strike blindly.
((More misses))
The ninja wastes no more time and knocks the wolfman out.

Posted by: Rusty Fri Nov 10, 2006 5:37 am
((Faralon heals Laika for a total of 36.)) *Faralon chants before casting a spell on the wolfman, enhancing the already powerful healing magic.*

Posted by: FreedomJu Sat Nov 11, 2006 2:44 am
Van sat quietly on the grass as he examined the sword he held in his hands. Cedric had given him the blade shortly after he returned, stating that he should have a backup weapon, which had promptly made Van remember the time his original weapon had shattered in battle. But the village warrior had never used a sword before, leaving the enchanted weapon useless in his hands. Seeing Ashathel a short distance away, it occurs to Van that perhaps he could ask for lesson from the elf. Standing, he sheathed the sword before approaching the bladesinger. "Hey Ashathel, would you be willing to do me a favor?"
"Van... what can I do for you?" the elf asked.
"Well, I've noticied that you seem to be rather good with a sword." Van holds up the sword for Ash to examine. "One of those that left our party left this sword behind and Cedric gave it to me. However, I don't know how to use it and I was wondering if perhaps you would teach me."
"So you want me to teach you how to use a sword," the elf said, pondering. "Alright. But if I were you, I'd stick with my day job. Now grab that and come with me."
Van blinks once at the refrence of a day job, but he follows the bladesinger regardless.
"Alright," he said, stopping and turning before pulling the elven courtblade free of it's sheath. "Let's try a test swing against me... see how you do."
Pulling the sword free of its sheath and dropping the scabbard, Van paused for a moment before awkardly raising the blade over his head with both hands and swinging downwards.
As the blow connected, surprisingly well-aimed, Ashathel narrowed his eyes. "Right... you really need me to teach you," he muttered. "Still, you need to be ready for counter-attacks."
Suddenly, the elf's hand was a flurry of motion, a rapidly cast spell taking effect just before he struck.
((shield cast as a quickened spell.))
Van winces and takes a step backwards after taking a pair of nasty hits, narrowingly avoiding a third blow in the process. "Right then..." the warrior says before taking a deep breath and launching a full attack.
"You're going to have to do better than that," the elf grinned, bobbing and weaving masterfully before again striking, hitting hard with one blow and firmly with another before just missing.
Once more Van is sent reeling as his body aches from the repeated blows. Knowing that he couldn't match the elf's ability with a blade and that the next attack would likely be it, he decides to put everything he had into his next attack.
"Van, Van, Van," the elf said, shaking his head as the blows missed completely, "You're using a longsword. Those favor slashes over thrusts, as you've seen, though thrusting isn't out of the question at all. But based on my speed and my knowledge of where to hit, I prefer to use piercing strikes, as with the rapier. Observe, then, what happens when I attack and I don't hold back on you." And with that he rained more blows on the guisarme-wielder, two coming dangerously close to being critical strikes before the blade slipped from his hand.
Van's vision blurred for a moment as his conciousness almost fled from him, but his sight returned just in time to witness the welcome sight of the bladesinger losing his weapon. Still, he knew the elf was plenty dangerous without a blade and that he should not waste this chance.
Even as the fighter's blows missed again and again, the elf shook his head. "Probably overdid it on the cleaning wax... no matter. Like you, I've got a spare. One final lesson before you take your nap, Van... if you're having trouble hitting a target, don't worry about damage. You need to hit before you can deal damage, which is what I do. Like so." And before his limp body could hit the ground, the elf finished the lesson with three blows to the chest, knocking Van out cold.
"Hmm... wonder why he didn't try to trip me..."
----------
The next day Van once again approaches Ash with his sword in hand, and a grin on his face. "Well, I have replayed yesterdays fight in my head and I think I'm ready to try again. You have time?"
"If you want," the bladesinger said. "But don't expect me to take it easy on you this time. I'm not taking it easy on you, you know," the elf said.
"That's fine." Van replies quietly.
"Good... then you won't mind if i put this to use," the elf grinned, drawing the force blade without activating it. At once, he lashed out thrice, each of the skillfully placed blow striking an unprotected point on the fighter.
"Come on, Van... use what you already know to fight," he said.
Grunting from the sudden pain, Van pauses for only a moment before he lashes out at the elf's feet with his sword. The pain however throws him off, causing all three attempts to trip to go wide, and as a bonus, the sword slips free from his grasp.
"Van... you can't use the same tripping style with a longsword that you use with your glaive. It's a shorter weapon, and differently shaped. Keep that in mind for next time." And with that, holding nothing back, the bladesinger trounced the fighter so soundly that it seemed that, for all intents and purposes, he was truly dead. "Jeez... this can't keep happening..."

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Nov 11, 2006 8:19 am
Cedric stares out at the forest of the elves, his eyes keenly taking in the positions and strength of the enemy. Finally, he turns back to the group, "The enemy is divided into six groups of approximately equal strength..." He draws in the dirt with the end of his hammer, "There are positioned around the forest like so... I saw no greater fiends amongst them." He slowly stands, "This is the plan... Leviathan and Wyvern will hit the nearest enemy formation from the flank. Phoenix will advance behind them laying down cover fire." He glances at Kyoji, "Nemesis will seek and destroy as they see fit." He sighs, "Nice and simple... Any questions?"
Lilah raises a fair hand, "Wouldst it be acceptable for me to craft a powerful illusion to hamper the enemy from adding their allies?"
Cedric nods, "Sounds fine to me... Anything else?"
[All units advance on the nearest enemy group.]
[Lilah uses her Lillend World Power : Hallucinatory Terrain]
[DC 25 Will Save to Disbelief: The area between the group attacked and the next group appears to become a dense swamp.]
[Cedric casts Protection from Evil.]
[Cedric summons and mounts Fortune Cookie]
"Cedric, you plan to attack them one by one?" Kyoji asks.
"After the first group was defeated, I felt I would be in a better position to make that decision..." Cedric replies, "If they prove more powerful than anticipated, we will fight them one by one else Wyvern and Leviathan will divide."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat Nov 11, 2006 8:24 am
"Any mechanical troops?" Zook asks, arms folded, brow wrinkled. "What kind of a fight are the elves putting up?"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Nov 11, 2006 8:43 am
"The siege appears to be calm for now... No fighting. A few mechanical troops sighted at one of the groups," Kyoji reports.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat Nov 11, 2006 8:59 am
"Well, that's... mostly good news, I suppose." says Zook, peering intently at his shoes. He looks up. "ADAM is currently nonfunctional, so I'll be on the ground with the rest of Leviathan."

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Nov 11, 2006 9:01 am
"If there is nothing else, let us advance." Cedric replies as he swings atop his mount, "Melee form a front line behind which casters and ranged advance." He nods to the gnome, "Your followers may take part or hold back as you see fit."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Nov 11, 2006 9:30 am
((With the entire group amassed the first portion would be a waste of a map.)) In no time at all, the group comes upon an enemy encampment. They scramble for their weapons as the party approaches, clearly not expecting an attack from this direction. Tents and cooking fires are left aside as the enemy gets ready.
Enemy:
1 Cult Theurge
2 Cult Mages
2 Cult Sorcerors
3 Cult Priests
16 Cult Soldiers
10 Cult Knights
Distance: 300'

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sat Nov 11, 2006 11:37 pm
(( Level 0 - Light, Detect Magic, Read Magic, Mending Level 1 - Magic Missile x 3, Mage Armor, Prot. from Evil x2 Level 2 - Charged Bolt, Scorching Ray x2, Invisibility, Web Level 3 - Dispel Magic, Bolt x2, Freeze 2, Haste
Level 4 - Orb of Force x2, Freeze 3 x2
Level 5 - Energy Shield, Summon Monster V, Blaze 4, Bolt 2
Level 6 - Cat's Grace, Greater Dispel, Acid Storm
Ring of Minor Spell Storing: Dispel Magic
Ring of Major Spell Storing: Dimension Door, Haste, Sleet Storm
Energy Shield has been cast, since it lasts until the next time I memorize spells she'll cast it on herself after every such opportunity))
She glanced at Damas once as they gathered to plan their attack but quickly averted her eyes. Finding no solace in her encounter at the bath she had left him all but wordlessly, leaving her frustrations with his return to keeping distance unresolved. As the formations began to move out, she weaved what had become somewhat of a tradition for her, casting the magic of Haste upon several of her allies. What will happen this time? she wondered.
((Haste cast.
Merkass, Sulia, Ashathel, Laika, Kethra, Kyoji, Gabriel, Cedric, Castor, Van, Lilah, Zook. Up to Kai or whomever if you wish to change the targets beforehand.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun Nov 12, 2006 3:25 am
*Rhizor huffs and scoffs at the frantic movements of his enemies. About time they were on the receiving end of some surprises and disadvantages. Filling his lungs with air, he exhaled and opened his wings, flapping them strongly forward. Three whirling dervishes of air, ice, and snow appear between him and the enemy as if amplifying his breath. To the extremely observant, one might even see dark patches within the snow indicative of eyes that seemingly glower at the onlooker regardless of direction.*
((Rhizor casts Summon Nature's Ally VI!
Rhizor summons 1d3 = 3 Large Air Elementals
Rhizor invokes the feat Rashemi Elemental Summoning
Rhizor transforms the Air Elementals into Orglashes!
Orglash Stats

CODE
Orglash (Large Air Elemental) Large Outsider (Native) HD 8d8+40 HP 76 Spd Fly 100' (Perfect)
AC 22
STR 14
DEX 25
CON 20
INT 10
WIS 11
CHA 11
Slam +12 (2d6 + 2 + 1d6 cold)
F 5
R 13
W 2
DR 5/-
Fast Healing 3 in cold areas
Cone of Cold 3/day as 8th level sorcerer (60', 8d6 cold, Reflex half)

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Nov 13, 2006 11:44 pm
Cedric continues to move forward at the same speed, "Wyvern, Leviathan, advance in formation!" He points his hammer towards the scrambling camp, "Phoenix, unleash a magical bombardment upon the enemy!" He then nods to Kyoji, "Nemesis, you are free to act as you will."
[The Melee line moves forward 80 ft while casters and ranged attack.]

Posted by: Rusty Mon Nov 13, 2006 11:57 pm
((Inspire Courage...using my special, so 2 uses of Bardic Music used. 13 remaining. Everyone gains +6 morale bonus to attack and damage, as well as saves vs. charm and fear effects - for 4 rounds. After those rounds, the listed bonuses drop to +3 instead.))
*Faralon begins to chant in elven, readying his Wand of Lightning Bolt.*
((Perform total: 29.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Nov 14, 2006 5:11 am
Damas glances at Isyndel, and a sigh escapes his lips. He weaves arcane symbols in the air and speaks words of power, unleashing a storm of cold winds and ice on as many of the enemies in the encampment as possible. [Damas moves forward as far as possible and casts Freeze 2 on as many of the enemies as he can.
Damage: 44 cold
Kethra moves with her group.]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Nov 14, 2006 8:48 am
The Cult Knights balk at the illusionary swap, refusing to charge. However, the spellcasters, with the exception of the Sorcerors, and the Soldiers seem unaffected by the illusion. The soldiers move out in front and brace pikes as the knights trot back to ready for a closer charge.
Damas' Freeze magic touches the Soldiers and causes them to shiver and shake as frost covers their bodies, sucking energy from their limbs.
((44 cold damage to 8 Cult Soldiers.))
Magical fire begins to rain down around the members of Phoenix squad as the Sorcerors summon the fire of Blaze magic to assault them.
((2 Blaze 2 spells for 30 damage a piece, 60 damage total. Ref DC 16 to save for half.))
The Cult Theurge magically summons a Barbazu to his side, even as the Cult Mages begin to invoke the words to another Blaze spell. Fire crackles around the members of Leviathan, striking at them from across the battlefield.
((2 Blaze 2 spells hit the group, 25 fire damage per, for a total of 50. Ref save DC 16.))
"Nemesis, take out those spellcasters," Kyoji orders as he vanishes from view, his voice continuing to speak. "Sneak past their line soldiers and slay the mages silently and swiftly."
The Cult Priests cast a series of healing spells that nullify the damage wrought by Damas.
((3 Aura level 1 castings, AKA 3 Mass Cure Light Wounds cast onto the Cult Soldiers.))
Enemy:
1 Cult Theurge
2 Cult Mages
2 Cult Sorcerors
3 Cult Priests
1 Barbazu
16 Cult Soldiers
10 Cult Knights
Distance: 220'
Next turn!

Posted by: Nightmare Tue Nov 14, 2006 9:17 am
((I'm trying to remember what group Laika's in, I think it was Leviathan, but I'm not positive. Bit just in case I am, I rolled the REF saves, in which case, one pass, one fail, then after resistance, Laika would take 27 damage. Then retro action (if I'm allowed) Laika moves with his group and casts Bull's Strangth on himself. Will finish this rounds crap when I'm not falling asleep at the keyboard, and when I know which group I'm actually in.))

Posted by: Rusty Tue Nov 14, 2006 9:33 am
((REF saves: 5 + 13 = 18 pass. 10 + 13 = 23 pass. Using Song of Arcane Power... 12 + 23 = 35 Perform.
+4 CL.
SR check if necessary: 7 + 16 = 23.
Bolt 2: Centered on one of the Cult Priets or whoever I can pick up the most damage with. (I can hit as many as 16 secondary targets - so however they're spaced, I wanna hit as many as possible. Order of preference: Priest, Theurge, Mages, Sorcerors, Barbazu, Knights, Soldiers)
Primary Bolt: 6 1 4 1 3 6 4 6 3 2 5 4 5 6 5 4 = 65 electricity damage.
Secondary Bolts: 2 6 4 3 5 1 1 1 = 23 electricity damage.
REF save DC 21 for half damage))
*Faralon stops, chanting a different tune as he casts a powerful Bolt spell on the enemy...LEVEL 2!* (())
: "Focus fire on their healers!"

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Nov 14, 2006 4:46 pm
[Reflex saves: 12 + 12 = 24. Pass. 7 + 12 = 19. Pass. Kethra takes no damage. Gotta love Evasion.] Kethra nimbly dodges the magical fire raining down on Leviathan.
[Reflex saves:
2 + 6 = 8. Fail.
9 + 6 = 15. Fail.
OUCH. ]
Damas is not so lucky however, as the attacks catch him by surprise. He cries in pain as the flames burn him, and the pain soon becomes unbearable. The magician slumps to the ground, unconscious and dying.
[Stabilization check:
11 + 7 = 18. Fail.
Damas is at -3 and dying. And btw Nightmare, Laika is in Leviathan as you thought. ]

Posted by: Aldur Tue Nov 14, 2006 10:49 pm
Sulia frowns and runs forwards to the fallen sorceror. She smiles down at him as she light touches his shoulder, healing energies surrounding and reviving the stricken sorceror. She couldn't help thinking this wasn't the best idea... ((Heal on Damas. Full hp.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Nov 14, 2006 11:56 pm
*Aurik repositions his minimal armor and stretches to comfort himself before the battle. Then, he begins to laugh. The laughter echoes through the minds of his comrades, who themselves begin feel the weight of the world lessened.* ((Aurik casts Elation. Have fun.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Nov 15, 2006 12:04 am
[The group is now within 220 feet of the enemy. We need to move forward at least another 120 feet which with haste should put everyone within charging distance.] "Hold firm!" Cedric cries, urging his steed forward and glancing around, "Spread out to avoid their spells and prepare to attack!" His eyes turn to the enemy.
[Being Cedric, he moves forward ahead of the others]
[Move 190 forward]
Lilah soars a short distance behind the melee, watching their progress from above with a frown.

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Nov 15, 2006 12:45 am
*With incredible sight and accuracy, Merkass quickly fires a hail of dragonsbreth arrows into the group of mages. They screech terribly all the way to their targets, each one hitting and passing through with a sickening "thunk." Merkass has a special surprise for the leader. He knocks one of Zook's exploding arrows, giving it a trial run, then sends it flying. It impacts the man in the center of his chest, then detonates with incredible effect. Merkass lets out a low, raspy laugh in celebration of Zook's success. The tinker had done it again.*
((Full attack w/Rapid Shot
Random grouped mage: 1d20 + 21 - 2 (RS) + 1 (El) + 1 (Haste) + 6 (BM) - 2 (range) = 18 + 25 = 43.
Random grouped mage: 1d20 + 20 = 11 + 20 = 31.
Theurge: 1d20 + 25 - 1 = 20 + ...
CONFIRM: 1d20 + 25 = 3 + 24 = 27.
Random grouped mage: 1d20 + 25 = 11 + 25 = 36.
-4 for any behind them.
Damage
Dbrth: 1d6 + 5 + 6 + 1 + 10 + 1d6 + 1d6 + 1 (fire) = 3d6 + 22 + 1 (fire) = 2 + 1 + 5 + 23 = 31.
Dbrth: 3d6 + 23 = 6 + 4 + 1 + 23 = 34.
Expl (Rancor): (3d8 + 22)*3 + 2d6 + 1 + 2d6 + 1d6 = 2 + 5 + 5 + 4 + 3 + 6 + 6 + 5 + 67 = 103
Dbrth: 3d6 + 23 = 5 + 5 + 5 + 23 = 38.
DC 15 reflex save or catch on fire.
-1 CON for each person hit by each arrow.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Nov 15, 2006 1:05 am
Battle theme: http://magic19.homestead.com/SFCW/SFCW2/GreatCypressWar.mp3

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Wed Nov 15, 2006 1:11 am
Shrieking as the flames lash into her skin, Isyndel shook violently before the magical energy about her dispersed. Why I tolerate things like this, she grumbled to herself. Separating herself as best as possible behind the main lines from her fellow spellcasters, Isyndel pointed her wand before her and released the spell of Freeze 2 into the back ranks of the enemy under Faralon's orders. Only because it suits us, she reminded herself.
((Isyndel passes one save but fails the other, taking 37 damage.
Freeze 2, enpowered, centered on healers.
46.5 damage, REF for half, the heck if I remember how to calculate the DC for it, but it's cold.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Wed Nov 15, 2006 2:59 am
Zook hops completely out of the way of the spells as he fires a shot into the nearest enemy. ((Ref saves: nat 19: pass 3(roll) + 9(base) + 4(DEX) + 1(Haste) + 1(Ioun stone) = 17. pass No damage taken thanks to improved evasion Can't touch this
Fire at nearest cleric. If clerics are dead, fire at Theurge. If theurge is dead, fire at nearest mage/sorc. Otherwise pick the most hurt melee'r
To-hit: 2(roll) + 8(BAB) + 4(DEX) + 5(weapon) + 6(music) + 1(stone) +1(size) +1(haste) = 28, with AP 5 (hit against AC 33 or lower)
Damage: 18, 4 holy.
40' forward))

Posted by: Nightmare Wed Nov 15, 2006 6:54 am
Laika moves ahead 50' and fans out as Cedric suggested while casting yet another spell on himself. ((Energy Resistance cast. Laika now has Cold resistance 10. Two Level 1 spells left which are: Magic Weapon and Cure Light Wounds))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Nov 15, 2006 8:19 am
Damas opens his eyes and looks up at Sulia. He gets to his feet and smiles. "Thank you." Damas weaves magic symbols in the air, and chants. He outstretches his free hand, and a bolt of lightning flies towards his target. [Bolt 2 on one of the Priests, or a Mage if they're dead. I'm not sure how many secondary bolts he has at this level, but they can hit anyone else within a 30' radius. If there are other magic users in the radius, it'll hit them before it will hit others. Let me know before this moves so I can roll damage. Kethra moves up enough to be within charging distance.]

Posted by: Rusty Wed Nov 15, 2006 8:27 am
((He should have 12 secondary bolts. Main bolt does 12d6, secondaries do 6d6.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Nov 15, 2006 10:58 pm
Faralon's lightning bolts scatter and wound the priests even as Merkass' explosive arrow lodges in the Theurge's skull and explodes, sending the man's brains flying. The summoned devil dissipates as this happens. The Cult Priests stop moving as a layer of ice covers their bodies, Isyndel's Freeze magic finishing them off. Damas' Bolt spell rips apart one mage and wounds another as Zook's rifle finishes that one off. Merkass' arrows finish off the other spellcasters.
The Cult Soldiers continue to hold their line as a trio of Cult Knights charges forward at Cedric. Most of the lance blows are skillfully parried by the veteran kensai, but a lucky blow lodges in Cedric's ribs.
((Miss, Miss, Nat 20! Not a crit. 12x3= 36 damage to Cedric.))
Enemy:
16 Cult Soldiers
10 Cult Knights. 3 of whom are engaged with Cedric.
Distance: 100' for most meleers, 30' for Cedric, 150' for Laika.
Next turn!

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Nov 16, 2006 12:12 am
*The orglashes move around the melee mass to confront the scattered group behind. Simultaneously they all inhale an inhuman amount of air, exhaling with the power of a strong, winter wind. The air suddenly forms ice and snow, battering the soldiers with the out-of-season cold. The warmth of their bodies quickly leaves them, chilling them to the bone.*
((The orglashes move up to hit everything with a cone of cold each.
8d6 = 1 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 4 + 1 + 3 + 4 = 18.
8d6 = 6 + 4 + 1 + 1 + 6 + 4 + 1 + 5 = 28.
8d6 = 4 + 1 + 4 + 3 + 3 + 3 + 6 + 3 = 27.
3 Reflex Saves DC 15 for half damage.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Nov 16, 2006 12:20 am
Though the blow lands powerfully, the Paladin does not acknowledge it with even the slightest showing of pain. Instead he breaths in calmly and his eyes narrow slightly, instantly energy laces around him while his frame seems to swell with strength.
[Concentration: 6 + 23 = 29]
[Power Surge]
A confident smirk crossing his face, the Paladin shakes his head at the knight and remarks cooly, "You choose the wrong side." He lashes out once mightily, his hammer crashing through the defenses of the knight. It lands with a blast of crackling lightning and thunder.
[Power Attack 5]
[Attack 1: 20...+ 23 + 1 + 6 - 5 = 45]
[Confirm: 7 + 23 + 1 + 6 - 5 = 32] x3
[As always, all damage is good aligned]
[Damage: 6 + 16 + 10 (PA) + 6 (BM) + 1 + 18 [Elec] + 4 [Sonic] = 117 (39) + 18 (Elec) + 4 (Sonic) ]
His once kind eyes unmoved by the suffering he had just afflicted, the Paladin remarks coldly, "May all who sacrifice their lands and loved ones to fiendish masters suffer the same." He speaks in a commanding voice, "Lay down your weapons and surrender, or join your masters in hell."
[Intimidate: 20...+ 10 + 13 = 43]
...
Lilah continues to soar on from high above in the sky, watching events unfold with a frown. She glances around at the other groups of enemies, attempting to note their reaction to the attack.
[Spot: 18 + 4 = 22]

Posted by: Rusty Thu Nov 16, 2006 12:31 am
: "Feel the flames of Phoenix!" *Faralon advances, casting a powerful Blaze spell at the enemy. A terrible fire rains down onto the enemy as the ground opens up, expelling hot air and enhancing the already scorching feeling.* ((Move forward as far as I can. Targetting as many foes possible...
Damage: 8 6 4 7 7 8 7 8 6 1 + 10 = 72
REF save DC: 20 for half damage.))

Posted by: Nightmare Thu Nov 16, 2006 6:31 am
Laika quickly moves across the large distance in a short period of time to help his leader out as best he could. Charging into one of the knights attacking the paladin. ((Attack: D20 + 10(BAB) + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 6(Music) + 2(Charge) - 6(PA) = 10 + 22 = 32
Damage: D8 + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 6(Music) + 6(PA) + D6(Fire) = 1 + 22 + 2(Fire) = 23 + 2(Fire)))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Nov 16, 2006 4:36 pm
[I'm not sure how far away we are Rusty, but Blaze 3-4, which is what I think you're casting, has a range of only 70' at our level. The melee people are about 100' away, and I'm sure we're much farther back than that. If I'm wrong, ignore me. ]
Damas moves forward, weaving arcane symbols in the air. He speaks the final trigger word for his spell, and the Sorcerer cannot help but smirk a little.
"You guys really need to chill out!"
It is then that the little blue bead hovering over his finger launches itself into the midst of his enemies, and explodes into a storm of freezing air and ice.
[Freeze 2, maximized. Damas will try to catch as many of the knights and/or soldiers in the blast without hitting his allies. Those that are hit eat 60 cold damage. Reflex save DC 20 for half.]
Kethra closes the distance between herself and their enemies, charging right into one of the other knights attacking Cedric.
[Attack: 15 + 9 (BAB) + 5 (Str) + 1 (Haste) = 30.
Damage: 15 + 5 (Str) = 20.
Kethra used her Lion Ring to increase her strength]

Posted by: Rusty Thu Nov 16, 2006 8:35 pm
((There's no way to know how far away I am since it's not stated anywhere. Between haste and elation, I can cover a fair amount of ground. The 70' is without movement, btw.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Nov 17, 2006 12:34 am
The Orglashes' icy magic weakens the soldiers, while Faralon's Blaze magic incinerates a full half of them. Dama's Freeze takes out six of their Knights in the meantime. Seeing most of their number cut down, including one in a single blow from the enemy leader, the Cult Knights attacking Cedric break and run, galloping away as fast as they can. The remainder of the Knights charge Kethra and Laika. All but a single blow misses, the lucky hit striking Kethra in the side.
((AoOs can be taken on the 2 fleeing knights. Miss, Hit. 30 damage to Kethra.))
The Cult Soldiers press forward, jabbing at the melee line with their spears. Nearly every strike is blocked or parried, but a pair of precise blows lands on Laika and Cedric, a spear jamming through the Holy Knight's body.
((Hit! 7 damage to Laika. Possible critical. Confirming... Nat 20. Upgrading... Upgraded! Cedric takes 44 points of damage as a spear is brutally rammed through his body!))
Enemy:
8 Cult Soldiers
4 Cult Knights. 2 of whom are running away.
Next turn!

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Nov 17, 2006 2:47 am
*The enemy was beginning to flee, either to regroup or warn others, and Merkass could not let that happen. With a quick volley of arrows, he fires into the now running knights, hoping to end their getaway quickly.* ((Rapid Shot, Full Attack, 5' step forward.
1d20 + 21 - 2 (RS) + 1 (El) + 1 (Haste) + 6 (BM) - 2 (range) = 19 + 25 = 43.
1d20 + 20 = 15 + 20 = 35.
1d20 + 25 = 3 + 25 = 28
1d20 + 25 = 15 + 25 = 40.
Damage (All serpentstongue arrows)
1d8 + 2d6 + 22 + 2d6 (rancor) = 4 + 2 + 2 + 2 + 2 + 22 = 34.
1d8 + 2d6 + 22 = 5 + 1 + 1 + 22 = 29.
1d8 + 2d6 + 22 = 6 + 4 + 2 + 22 = 34.
1d8 + 2d6 + 22 = 6 + 6 + 1 + 22 = 35.))
*The enemy scattered and decimated by their powers, the orglashes deem it time to come to blows with the soldiers. They wade into battle with the fury of a tornado, whipping up debris in their wake. The orglashes raise ghale fists laced with ice and debris. One catches its foe in the side of the neck, stunning him. The others land well aimed, powerful blows.*
((Each moves into melee and slams their opponents... with a vengeance only AIM can provide
1d20 + 12 = 20 + 12 ...
CONFIRM: 1d20 + 12 = 14 + 12 = 26.
1d20 + 12 = 17 + 12 = 29.
1d20 + 12 = 19 + 12 = 31.
Damage
(2d6 + 2)*2 + 1d6 (cold) = 5 + 5 + 2 + 6 + 4 + 2 (cold) = 24.
2d6 + 2 + 1d6 (cold) = 6 + 4 + 2 + 3 (cold) = 15.
2d6 + 2 + 1d6 (cold) = 1 + 1 + 2 + 5 (cold) = 9.))
*Aurik senses his abilities will be needed more in the thick of combat than in the rear lines now. His allies behind still needed help, but he could tend to them on the way up. Moving quickly away, he proceeds to leave his allies with a refresher before attempting to finish the way to Cedric.*
((65' move action, then drop a Mass CLW on Phoenix and the others who got burninated earlier.
1d8 + 13 = 8 + 13 = 21 hp healed.))

Posted by: Rusty Fri Nov 17, 2006 11:18 am
*Faralon fires off another powerful bolt spell, after chanting a short song.* ((Song of Arcane Power. Perform: 8 + 23 = 31. +4 CL. Bolt 2. I don't care who the foes are. 16d6 primary, 8d6 on up to 16 others. Heh.
Primary Bolt Damage: 3 2 5 6 2 3 2 2 3 2 1 2 6 1 2 2 = 44
Secondary Bolt Damage: 6 1 6 5 2 2 5 3 = 30
Heh.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Nov 17, 2006 11:29 am
Cedric glares at the retreating knights, barely acknowledging the fearsome blow to his side as his wrathful voice roared above the battle din, "Slay the fleeing knights! Their only hope of redemption was surrender and they have forsaken it!" He then lashes out at the soldiers surrounding him.
[A1: 2 + 23 + 1 + 6 = 32]
[D: 9 + 16 + 2 [e] + 6 + 1 + 3 [s] = 32 + 2 [elec] + 3 [sonic]]
[Ah: 8 + 23 + 1 + 6 = 38]
[D: 7 + 16 + 1 [e] + 6 + 1 + 2 [s] = 30 + 1 [elec] + 2 [sonic]]
[A2: 6 + 18 + 1 + 6 = 31]
[D: 2 + 16 + 3 [e] + 6 + 1 + 2 [s] = 25 + 3 [elec] + 2 [sonic]]
Lilah frowns something from her position, hovering far above the others, ideally wondering if TUM was going to fill in the details of her spot check or not.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Nov 17, 2006 7:28 pm
[Would both the knights provoke and AOO from Kethra, or just the one she was facing?] Kethra attacks the knight closest to her as he flees. She has no time to ponder how much damage she had caused, however, as another knight charges and wounds her. The Monk grunts from the force of the blow, but she does not falter. Instead, she attacks the Knight with all the strength that she can muster.
[AOO on fleeing knight.
Attack: 11 + 9 (BAB) + 5 (Str) + 1 (Haste) = 26
Damage: 9 + 5 (Str) + 10 (Orb) = 24
Full Attack on knight that charged.
Attack 1: 20 + 9 (BAB) + 5 (Str) + 1 (Haste) = 35
Confirm: 12 + 9 (BAB) + 5 (Str) + 1 (Haste) = 27
Damage: 8 + 5 (Str) + 10 (Orb) = 23
Attack 2: 16 + 9 (BAB) + 5 (Str) + 1 (Haste) = 31
Damage: 10 + 5 (Str) + 10 (Orb) = 25
Attack 3: 14 + 9 (BAB) + 5 (Str) + 1 (Haste) = 29
Damage: 9 + 5 (Str) + 10 (Orb) = 24
Attack 4: 2 + 9 (BAB) + 5 (Str) + 1 (Haste) = 17
Attack 5 (Haste Attack): 10 + 9 (BAB) + 5 (Str) + 1 (Haste) = 25
Damage: 9 + 5 (Str) + 10 (Orb) = 24
...That's...alot...of...damage... ]
Damas moves forward and unleashes a powerful bolt spell on the cult soldiers.
[Bolt 2 on the cult soldiers. 12d6 primary, 6d6 secondary on up to 12 others within a 30 ft. radius.
Primary Bolt Damage: 4 1 3 5 5 4 1 6 2 2 3 6 = 42
Secondary Bolt Damage: 6 5 6 4 2 2 = 25]

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Nov 17, 2006 9:22 pm
((Hear ye, hear ye. Merkass killed yon fleeing horsemen. Ye may forget they exist.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Sat Nov 18, 2006 12:37 am
(Van attacks closest target. Attack1 is a Trip attempt. Trip Hit=2+12+1(Enchantment)+5(STR)+1(Focus)+6(Bardic)+1(Haste)+1(Elation)+4(Sweeping)= 33 STR CHeck: 17 If target is tripped, then use this attack roll for it....
Hit=2+12+1(Enchantment)+5(STR)+1(Focus)+6(Bardic)+1(Haste)+1(Elation)= 29
Damage= 4+3(2d4)+8(STR1.5)+1(Enchantment)+1(Elation)+6(Bardic)=23
Rest are regular attacks
Hit=6+7+1(Enchantment)+5(STR)+1(Focus)+6(Bardic)+1(Haste)+1(Elation)=29
Damage= 4+3(2d4)+8(STR1.5)+1(Enchantment)+1(Elation)+6(Bardic)=23
Hit=4+2+1(Enchantment)+5(STR)+1(Focus)+6(Bardic)+1(Haste)+1(Elation)=21
Damage= 2+3(2d4)+8(STR1.5)+1(Enchantment)+6(Bardic) +1(Elation) =21
Haste Hit= Nat 1....
Confirm... 5+ 12+1(Enchantment)+5(STR)+1(Focus)+6(Bardic)+1(Haste)+1(Elation)= 32)

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Nov 18, 2006 2:02 am
After Merkass' barrage, only a single Cult Knight is left standing. The twin Bolt 2s of Damas and Faralon take care of the remaining Cult Soldiers, while Cedric slays the remaining Knight. Lilah sees a whole lot of corpses. In the far distance, the other enemy camps seem mobilized by the sounds of battle, readying their gear for combat.
Victory! Everyone gains 1000 XP!

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Nov 18, 2006 4:03 am
Cedric frowns heavily for a moment, then nods, "Let them come to us then..." He smiles darkly, "Ashathel, I want you to take Merkass and Wyvern (Sulia, Gabe, Van) into the forest." He nods to the others, "The remainder of us will set up a defensive position here. I want you to strike at the flank of the enemies and contact any allied forces if you can." The Paladin glances around, "Zook, if you could set up some traps and lay down fire upon them from this distance, it would be most helpful." He turns to Faralon, "I would prefer the same from Phoenix, though be careful to preserve some of your most powerful spells for later."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat Nov 18, 2006 5:10 am
"Uh... traps... right." Zook says as he jogs to the cargo hold of ADAM, which had been following a hundred yards behind the force. "Let's see what we have in the old bag of tricks..." From his satchel he pulls a stack of traps recovered from various battles. "Mmm. These'll do." He trots back to Cedric, traps in tow. "On it now, sir." Methodically he begins to set the traps in the most strategically advantageous positions he can.
((5 traps set. Strategic position based on Kno[Tactics] 31. Act of placing based on UTD 44 ))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Nov 18, 2006 10:22 pm
As Zook readies his traps and Merkass begins to head into the forest, the scattered groups around the forest's edge ready their war gear, leave camp and... also go into the forest. "Cedric, they don't seem to be too interested in engaging us..." Kyoji notes. "Ah... They seem to be heading for the hidden village, instead."
Indeed, rather than fight the vastly superior force camping outside their doorstep, the Cult siege army has instead decided to fight a foe they have a better chance of winning with, for as Merkass penetrates deeper into the forest, his keen eyes can already see advance elements from the Cult Army clash with elven outrunners. His keen ears pick up the rhythmic stomping of many booted feet as the primary force marches close behind the clashing scouts...
((Merkass sees 4 Cult Scouts engaging 3 Elven Scouts in combat.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Sat Nov 18, 2006 11:55 pm
*Merkass neither sees nor hears any other enemies within the area. It also seems that the cultists have the advantage both in strength and number against the Elves. Having no time to waste, Merkass launches three arrows quickly into three of the four cult scouts. One arrow pierces the throat of one of the men, killing him instantly. Another enters near the cultist's kidney, drawing enough blood to drop him to his knees. The third is grievously injured, but still he stands.*
((Rapid Shot. 3 hits, 1 of which is a crit. 2 dead, one wounded.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Nov 19, 2006 12:11 am
The Paladin arches an eyebrow at this revelation, "They are pressing the siege in the face of superior relieving forces?" He chuckles while shaking his head in disbelief, "Idiocy... It seems they lack not only tactical sense but common sense..." He looks up towards the forest, "If they could not break the elves before our arrival, how absurd of them to think they can do so now weakened and under assault from the flank." He glances around at the others, his face growing serious, "This tactical blunder on their part gives us a greater advantage but maintain your guard. A cornered dog fights the most desperately..." He frowns for a moment then nods, "Alright, here's the plan... Lilah, I want you to take Kyoji to the center of the forest. There you and he are to locate the elves and reinforce them. If they've managed to hold off the enemy for this long, they should be able to hold their own else they would have fallen by now but I'm certain any aid would be appreciated." He nods to the others, "Under me, Leviathan and Phoenix will engage the enemy flank. Ashathel should have little trouble hampering the advance of the enemy from within the forest."
Lilah nods to Kyoji, wrapping her tail around the ninja and lifting into the air with a mighty flap of her pure white wings.
The Paladin nods, glancing around the others, "Let us make haste, the day is young and there is evil afoot." Leviathan and Phoenix move the engage the flank of the enemy.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Nov 19, 2006 3:29 am
Kyoji doesn't have time to reply as the Lillend grabs him and flies off. The ninja doesn't speak much, though it's obvious the arrangements leave him a little uncomfortable. "At least it's not a tree..." Kyoji mutters. The Lillend looks down at him for a moment, her face calm and her voice comforting, "Art thou well?"
"I'm fine, just remember a few bad experiences with heights. It is nothing," Kyoji replies.
"We're over the elven village now, they've hidden it under the canopy. Descend, but carefully," Kyoji says, his eyes catching the signs of buildings underneath the leafy treetops.
Lilah descends slowly and cautiously, singing softly to herself.
Slowly as the Lillend descends, wary archers train their bows on her, but lower them as the song reaches them.
Eventually the serpentine singer and human ninja set down.
A figure strides out from the midst of the archers, a slight young woman with smooth dark brown skin. Her voice is soft even as she trains her brilliant green eyes on you. "What are you doing here?" she asks in Common.
In perfect elvish, the Lillend speaks harmoniously, "I am Lilah, a guardian of the wilds and sing of songs from another world..."
She tilts her head slightly, "I hath been traveling with noble beings of thy world, opposing the arch-fiends known as the Stride Lords."
She gestures out with her hands, "Already, we hath begun to battle the forces surrounding thy forest."
The woman looks nervously to the archers around her. "I don't speak elven," she says quietly.
Lilah arches an fine eyebrow, then frowns, replying in common, "My apologizes..."
A sigh of relief escapes the woman. "I'm not offended. I was afraid you would be. I am Tellanna'brielle, daughter of Oihane'brielle, guardian of the wilds and defender of this village. You come with aid?" she asks.
"Indeed, we hath come with aid and even now our comrades are pressing the foe surrounding this village." Lilah replies softly, glancing at the silent ninja, "The enemy is pressing forward against thee despite this, what aid can we provide thee?"
"I'm not a strategist," Telanna confesses. "But if you attack them from another direction while they're moving on us, won't both fights be easier?"
An alarm bell rings.
CLANG CLANG CLANG
The Lillend frowns slightly and nods, "I believeth so..." She glances around at the sound of the bell.
"Cult scouts and infiltrators have been sighted in the town! To arms!" cries a voice from the west, along the town's edge.
Lilah frowns, then strikes a note on her harp and begins singing a song which strengthens the hearts of those around her.
Swiftly Telanna runs toward the fray, gaining speed until she leaps, transmuting in shape until she is an eagle moving among the leaves of the canopy.
Telanna flies high and eventually sees a group of hooded men swathed in green emerging from hiding to chase down a group of villagers. Elsewhere, militia do battle with the advance forces.
Kyoji vanishes from sight.
There are five men in combat leathers, bearing short swords. They run after a screaming group of six villagers as the battle begins in the background.
Lilah draws a small feathered dart from the pouch at her side and grows silently for just a moment, then sings a few words in a jaunty manner. One of the attackers slows, then falls down laughing hysterically.
The eagle emits a bone chilling shriek, and a freezing gale flies from her beak into the attackers. Three of them are pushed back, and all of them are assailed by the bitter cold.
One of the cold ridden rogues suddenly gasps and falls to the ground as a blade appears jutting through his chest, Kyoji now in the middle of the enemy. Unlike before, he does not return to invisibility this time, instead falling into a defensive stance.
The three remaining rogues immediately lunge at him.
Kyoji deftly parries each blow, save for a pair that slash periously near his throat. However, the cuts are shallow.
The cold is too much for most of the scouts as the druid repeats her spell, and they stop moving, prompltly.
The Lilah slides forward drawing a small cylinder from her side which she swings at one of the remaining attackers, the cylinder erupting into an energy blade.
However, no sooner then they are down, does a storm of arrows fly toward the eagle and Lillend, a group of more scouts backed by archers edging its way into town. 6 archers and 4 scout arrive, scattered around the group. All of the arrows aimed at the eagle miss, but the Lillend is struck by four of the projectiles, one striking close to her heart.
Once again the scouts rush Kyoji, but none manage to touch him.
The eagle beats its wings rapidly, and the wind changes direction, slamming into the distant archers.
The cold buffets the archers and they are pushed back, gritting their teeth as ice begins to cover them.
Kyoji vanishes from sight.
Lilah falters, her face going pale as the blows strike her. Trembling, she slides away from the others towards some bit of cover from the archers where she weakly casts a spell. Where once one Lillend stood, now there are five.
Two arrows manage to bury themselves into Lilah's sides once more, but one strikes an image instead.
A pair of arrows manages to strike the proud eagle, one striking the bird dead center in the chest.
One of the archers suddenly collapses, his head falling off his shoulders as Kyoji appears behind him.
Wounded, Telanna wheels around in midair, and lightning arcs between three of the scouts. Two leap out of the way, but the third is charred by the lightning.
Lilah pulls a wand from her belt and heals herself.
Once again, they charge at Kyoji, the only groundbound target, but the ninja avoids each attack. A single arrow manages to graze Lilah
Lillah frowns slightly, then her eyes narrow and she sings tauntingly out in a clear voice, while drawing a red cloth.
Kyoji slides around one of his attackers and grabs him by the neck, slitting his throat. Another Scout is wounded as two sword blows slash open his chest.
One of the archers suddenly roars and futiley jumps up and down, trying to reach the flying Celestial.
Telanna shrieks again, but her voice is dry. Sand bursts from the eagle's beak, scouring the foes. Three of the archers, previously wounded by the ice magic, fall to their knees, then fall still.
A hail of arrows once more flies at the druid, but not a one manages to hit her. In fact, one of the archers breaks his bow in a mad attempt to swat Lilah with it.
Kyoji grunts as another blow lands on him, but it doesn't seem too serious. Kyoji manages to kill another scout, then vanishes from sight.
Telanna calls out with a cry, and a pair of melodic neighs answer.
Lilah puts the wand to use once more, sealing her vicious wound.
The remaining sane archer aims at the eagle, but misses once more.
Lilah's last mirror image vanishes as a dagger is flung at her. The responsible scout soon falls down, a dagger in his own back. A pair of lightning bolts lance out at Telanna as a pair of mages emerge from hiding.
The Lillend frowns for only a moment, then sings once more and five images of her spring into existence. Twin bolts of lightning graze the eagle druid as Kyoji vanishes from sight. The remaining Scout attempts to flee.
TheUnknownMarine: Next turn
Lilah beckons to the eagle and attempting to fly near her, puts the wand to use once more.
The other archer is frothing at the mouth, scrambling up trees to try and get at Lilah.
Some of her wounds closed, Telanna swoops down and her talons dig into the shoulder of a mage, who sputters as sand begins to pour out of his nostrils and mouth. Kyoji appears behind the other wizard and slices him apart in a disturbingly easy manner.
The remaining wizard is clutching his throat and choking. Shortly after, he suffocates.
The mad archer is easily slain, and the area is peaceful once more, though the sounds of battle rage in the background.
"I think that's all in this area," Kyoji says. "Conditions?"
Telanna tumbles to the ground, taking her humanoid form. "I'm alright," she says as the unicorns come to her side. "Anyone need healing?"
"I hath near sealed my wounds." The six Lilahs replies softly, "Though a bit more might be helpful."
One of the unicorns touches its horn to the Lillend, and pure white light seals some of her wounds.
"What about you?" the druid asks, looking appraisingly at the ninja.
"I thank thee..." The Lillends say to the unicorn in the tongue of the wilderness.
"No thanks are needed, Servant of the Good," the unicorn responds melodically.
TheUnknownMarine: "I'm only a little wounded, so I only need a minor healing spell," Kyoji says, pointing to a few shallow cuts on his arms and chest.
The other unicorn mimics the act on the ninja.
Telanna touches a hand to herself, many of her own wounds disappearing
"So," Telanna says, looking from Lilah to Kyoji, "You said you came with others? Where are they?"
"The main force hath engaged the enemy from behind while a smaller band of warriors is striving to reach this place to aid thee." Lilah responds in a singsong voice.
"Probably flanking the Cult, by now."
"Well, I suppose we should help them then, right?"
"They art mighty warriors, I fear that your own allies are in more need of aid." Lilah responds.
"Whatever, let's just do something," Telanna says as she begins walking in the direction of the sounds of battle.
The Lilah arches an eyebrow, then follows after Telanna.
((Telanna, Lilah and Kyoji each gain 2500 XP!))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Nov 19, 2006 11:06 pm
As Lilah and Kyoji fly over the forest, Cedric leads the greater part of the Force aganist the flank of the enemy. Meanwhile, Ashathel and Wyvern are somewhere in the midst of forest.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Nov 20, 2006 5:02 am
As is his wont, Gabriel wastes no time in charging directly into the fray, swinging his greatsword with vigor. ((Attack: 1d20 +11 (bab) +6 (str) +1 (sword) +2 (charge) = 31 Damage: 3d6 +1 (sword) +9 (str) = 16)) === "Follow Merkass' lead... take them down quickly!" Ashathel said, before speaking in elven. "Brothers... we are here to purge these foul ones from this pure ground. Fear not... the trees will bear witness to our victory!"
As if to rally his brethren, the elf moved to the side of the same Cultist the half-giant attacked, cutting him down in a single stroke.
((Attack: 1d20 +11 (bab) +4 (dex) +10 (sword) +3 (greaves) = 38
Damage: 7d6 (sword) +2 (str) +5 (int) +3 (greaves) = 39))
<}---{Ashathel: AC 24}---{>
HP: 113/113
<] Spells [>
Lvl 0: Disrupt Undead [2]
Lvl 1: Mage Armor [2], Shield, L. Orb of Cold, L. Orb of Sound [2]
Lvl 2: Blur, Cat's Grace, Fox's Cunning, Baleful Transposition
Lvl 3: Bolt 1 [2]
<}---{Gabriel: AC 24}---{>
HP: 143/143
Rage: 1/1 per day
Primeval: 1/1 per day

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Nov 20, 2006 6:17 am
Cedric leads his forces towards the rightmost group in sight, composed mainly of horrific monsters and their beastmaster overseers. The holy knight of Cypress, having ordered his group be enchanted with Haste magic, just manages to overtake the group before it can enter the forest. The enemy group is large, boasting giant spiders, a flight of gargoyles and bats, a pair of the dreaded Worms, and a pair of White Dragons.
Enemy:
1 Monstrous Collosal Spider
4 Monstrous Gigantic Spiders
3 Cerebri (Nessian Warhounds)
5 Hellhounds
2 Purple Worms
12 Gargoyles
5 Harpies
1 Harpy Archer
6 Chimeras
10 Hellbats (Fiendish Dire Bats)
2 Young Adult White Dragons
1 Master of Vermin
1 Master of Dragons
1 Master of Animals
Distance: 300'

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Nov 20, 2006 8:23 am
Cedric pauses for just a moment to issue orders as the group comes close to the enemy, "Ranged, slay the leaders then those awing." His hand tightens around his hammer, "Everyone else follow me. Leave nothing standing." He urges his valiant steed forward into a mighty gallop, tearing across the tattered ground and drawing close to the horde.
[Move to within 50ft of the enemy]

Posted by: Rusty Mon Nov 20, 2006 9:10 am
((Having cast Harmony on the way, here's some pleasant bardic music for you all. Perform: 16 + 23 = 39. I should really get a circlet sometime.)) *Faralon moves forward, wielding his wand of lightning bolt again as he sings.* ((Move as far as I can while singing.
So, once again, that's +4 to attack and damage, and +3 vs. fear and charm effects
I will edit this post sooner or later. For my own personal reference, I successfully BK'd these:
Cerebri, Purple Worms, Harpies/Harpy Archer, Chimera, Fiendish Dire Bats, and them Hounds))
:
"Press on, press on! Hit them with ice!
They hurt my friends; they'll pay the price!
The bats are fiends, hardly a scare.
The worms - toxic, allies beware!"

Posted by: Sighrus Mon Nov 20, 2006 9:14 am
Castor follows his commander to the encroaching battle, readying his axe for the impending melee.

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Tue Nov 21, 2006 2:37 am
"I do hope you are right about this, songstress," Isyndel chided, separating herself from the rest of the group to cast magic through her wand. It took only a small effort to release a familiar glowing blue orb that detonated far away into the ranks of their enemies, flashing brightly as sparkles of ice lashed into their foes.
((Freeze Level 2 Enpowered= 38 x 1.5 = 57 cold damage, 20 ft. radius, REF half.
I'd like to catch the Hounds in it and as much else as possible. Isyndel moves slightly away from the rest of the back rank as she does so without moving backwards, so...whatever works in that regard.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Nov 21, 2006 8:15 am
Merkass/Ashathel's group: The single Cult scout left behind by the force's intital assault is swiftly battered down by the Elven Scouts. The pair sigh and relief and turn towards Ashathel. "I thank you from the bottom of my heart. If you've come to aid, there's much to do... There's a Cultist battalion heading this way, we were going to harry them, slow them down..."

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun Nov 26, 2006 6:23 am
"I think we may be able to do much more than slow them down," he said in Elven. "We will fight at your side; lead the way to the next group of trespassers."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Nov 26, 2006 6:33 am
Moving with swiftness and sureness of foot that only an elf in his home forest can have, the scouts lead Ashathel to a small ridge in the forest. Providing some cover, the ridge is overlooking a column of Cultists moving forward, through the woods.
"That's them," the scout whispers.
At the head of the column is a dark figure in elaborate, shadowy armor. He carries a great spear, and behind him tromp four heavily armor guards bearing huge axes and shields. Then are the knights, mages, and priests you've come to know so well... Then a handful of plate armored spearman followed by a rabble of Cultists in light armor also wielding spears. Finally, a platoon of squat, blue skinned Dark Dwarves finish the line.
Cultist Column:
1 Sin Master
4 Elite Guard
4 Cult Mages
8 Cult Priests
12 Cult Knights
18 Cult Soldiers
24 Dark Dwarves
48 Cult Zealots

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun Nov 26, 2006 7:34 am
The elf shook his head, noting the massive numbers. There's no way to engage them without having them all on top of us, he though. Outnumbered 17 to 1; even with the entire group, this wouldn't be easy. However... maybe there's something we can do...
After moments of deliberation, he nodded and gestured to the path from which they'd came. "Sulia, Gabe, Van... back that way about two hundred feet; stay hidden and be ready for my signal. The rest of us are going to target their priests from long range, try to take out some and draw a portion of their force this way. Merkass, be careful not to be spotted; I can pass for being part of the elven defender's group, but if they see you they'll know we're with Cedric and we'll have them all on us."
Then, drawing his own bow, he waited until the others had done as he asked, the two scouts remaining poised and ready to fire. A nod was the signal, and once done a flurry of arrows laced towards the Cult's priests.
((Attack1: 1d20 +11 (bab) +4 (dex) +3 (greaves) +1 (mwk) = 28
Damage: 1d8 +2 (bow) +3 (greaves) = 13
Attack2: 1d20 +11 (bab) +4 (dex) +3 (greaves) +1 (mwk) = 30
Damage: 1d8 +2 (bow) +3 (greaves) = 7
Attack3: 1d20 +11 (bab) +4 (dex) +3 (greaves) +1 (mwk) = 21
Damage: 1d8 +2 (bow) +3 (greaves) = 7
Unless I'm mistaken, none of the targets have their Dex bonus to AC, so (hopefully) all three hit.
Move back 5' after firing.))
<}---{Ashathel: AC 24}---{>
HP: 113/113
<] Spells [>
Lvl 0: Disrupt Undead [2]
Lvl 1: Mage Armor [2], Shield, L. Orb of Cold, L. Orb of Sound [2]
Lvl 2: Blur, Cat's Grace, Fox's Cunning, Baleful Transposition
Lvl 3: Bolt 1 [2]
<}---{Gabriel: AC 24}---{>
HP: 143/143
Rage: 1/1 per day
Primeval: 1/1 per day

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun Nov 26, 2006 8:58 am
Sighting along his rifle, Zook snaps off three shots at the distant Master of Vermin. All three find their target. The final bullet hits the Master right between the eyes, and his head explodes in a plume of white flame. The body jerks for a moment, then falls.
((3 shots. Hit, crit, hit.
First hit: 20 damage + 6 holy
Second hit(crit): 54 damage + 8 holy
Third hit: 17 damage + 7 holy
Total: 91 damage + 21 holy
It's dead, Jim))

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun Nov 26, 2006 3:50 pm
*Merkass peers out from behind the cover of the ridge to see the heavily armored leader of the platoon. Wasting no time, he snaps off three of Zook's exploding arrows, hoping they would find similar success to the previous one. With no more delay, Merkass slides back behind the stony cover, waiting for the retaliation.*
((Rapid Shot on Sin Master
1d20 + 21 - 2 - 1 = 18 + 18 = 36.
1d20 + 16 - 2 - 1 = 19 + 13 = 32.
1d20 + 18 = 8 + 18 = 26.
Damage
1d8 + 5d6 + 16 = 8 + 1 + 5 + 2 + 1 + 3 + 16 = 36.
1d8 + 3d6 + 16 = 4 + 6 + 1 + 6 + 16 = 33.
1d8 + 3d6 + 16 = 2 + 3 + 2 + 6 + 16 = 29.
-1 CON for each arrow that hits. Also, I don't know if whatever angle I'm shooting at will allow me to utilize exit wound.
Use the 5' step to hide behind the cover again.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Nov 26, 2006 11:06 pm
Two of the arrows thud into the Sin Master, who growls in pain. The priests immediately rush to him, healing him both of the damage and contagion brought on by the venomous arrows. The same is done for the priest Ashathel struck. The Sin Master barks orders and a group splits off from the main column, heading towards the heroes even as the column moves on. The pursuers scramble to get in range, getting nearer and nearer even as the column grows smaller in the distance.
Cultist Column:
1 Sin Master
4 Elite Guard
4 Cult Mages
7 Cult Priests
9 Cult Knights
14 Cult Soldiers
18 Dark Dwarves
48 Cult Zealots
Cultist Pursuit Group: (Scattered, 30' away.)
1 Cult Priest
3 Cult Knights
4 Cult Soldiers
6 Dark Dwarves
------------
Cedric's group:
The Master of Vermin dead, the worms, and spiders look around in confusion for the time being.
The Freeze spell catches the Hellhounds and their Nessian packleaders dead on, causing the fiery hounds to collapse, their fires doused by the unnatural cold. Two of the Cerebri still stand, though, their vulnerability to such cold dampened by their ability to evade the icy blast.
The Master of Dragons and the Master of Animals both shout orders before intoning odd incantations in a guttural voice you cannot understand.
The two surviving Cerebri leap towards Cedric, covering him with flames jetting from their maws.
((12 damage each from 2 fire breath attacks. Save DC 21 for each, Ref.)
Damas chants a familiar incantation and the magic of Freeze envelops the Harpies, causing three to fall to the ground, still and lifeless.
The Gargoyles soar over the melee line, heading for Damas and Isyndel as fast as their wings can carry them.
The White Dragons swoop down on the melee line, breathing ice over their ranks.
((36 cold damage total to everyone save Cedric in the melee line from 2 ice breath attacks. 2 saves, Ref DC 20 for half damage))
The Harpies swoop down closer to the melee line even as the Harpy Archer takes careful aim, firing a pair of arrows into Damas, one piercing deep into his chest.
((Critical Hit! Hit! Miss. 33+ 5 cold damage from the critical. 9 damage+5 cold damage from the normal hit.))
The Chimeras circle down and land 30' from the melee line.
Enemy:
1 Monstrous Collosal Spider
4 Monstrous Gigantic Spiders
2 Cerebri (Nessian Warhounds. each with 57 damage.)
2 Purple Worms
12 Gargoyles
2 Harpies
1 Harpy Archer
6 Chimeras
10 Hellbats (Fiendish Dire Bats)
2 Young Adult White Dragons
1 Master of Dragons
1 Master of Animals
Distance: 270' for casters and 295' for Zook. 50' for Cedric. 80' for most of the melee line. Gargoyles 30' from casters.

Posted by: Rusty Mon Nov 27, 2006 12:38 am
((Using my Special. For one round and one around alone, accursed dice that AIM has, people have a +8 morale bonus to Attack and Weapon Damage, as well as +6 vs. fear and charm effects.)) ((Moving forward again as far as I can. I moved further than the rest of Phoenix last round, just so you know.))
*Faralon uses his Wand of Lightning Bolt, firing at three foes as he cries out to Phoenix.*
: "Incoming! Take them down immediately!"
((I don't care what I'm aiming at, I want to hit as many foes as possible
UMD check: 19 + 20 = pass.
Damage: 30
REF save DC 19 for half.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Nov 27, 2006 12:46 am
Inspired by Faralon's talents, Zook fires off another three shots, two of them exceptionally accurate, into the remaining Masters. The Master of Dragons loses his head like the Master of Vermin did. The Master of Animals takes a shot to the chest, but continues to stand.
((2 crits, one hit.
To the Master of Dragons: 90 damage + 20 holy. Dead.
To the Master of Animals: 70 damage + 3 holy. Not so dead))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Mon Nov 27, 2006 12:52 am
As the massive formations of enemies began to disperse and the legion of gargoyles barrelled their way, Isyndel inhaled sharply as Damas was struck. Wasting no time she turned her attention to the mass of foes fluttering quickly toward them, she raised her hands to the sky to begin chanting. Stretching her arms tightly above her head she winced at the thought of what she were about to do despite the issued caution to reserve some of their strength as the battle wore on.
Focusing, she reached deep within to the recesses of energy tracing through her body, pulling on a familiar yet unknown source she had called upon before. Obeying the order to reserve her strength met nothing as the winged masses brushed beyond the front line of their group and honed inward on them. Isyndel felt a familiar tug as magical energies between her and her incantation connected and suddenly surged throughout the course of her frame before exploding into the sky.
Then it came, a torrential cylinder of burning acid that appeared seemingly out of nowhere, immediately tearing into the skin of those airborne creatures. Burning into them, eight immediately fell from the sky. Four continued to press on.
((Sudden Maximized Acid Storm, four saved and survive with 1 HP.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Nov 27, 2006 3:59 am
Gesturing towards the priest, the bladesinger indicated that the divine caster needed to fall before any others. Beginning the process, the force blade seemed to be brighter as it slid through the priest's defenses. ((Attack: 1d20 +11 (bab) +10 (wpn) +4 (dex) +3 (greaves) -2 (ce) = 39
Damage: 7d6 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +2 (str) +5 (int) +3 (greaves) = 36))
Gabriel roared, swinging the massive greatsword at the same priest. However, the blow went far wide, and he snorted his displeasure quite audibly.
((Attack: 1d20 +11 (bab) +1 (wpn) +6 (str) +2 (charge) -11 (pa) = 12))
<}---{Ashathel: AC 27 (28 to priest)}---{>
HP: 113/113
<] Spells [>
Lvl 0: Disrupt Undead [2]
Lvl 1: Mage Armor [2], Shield, L. Orb of Cold, L. Orb of Sound [2]
Lvl 2: Blur, Cat's Grace, Fox's Cunning, Baleful Transposition
Lvl 3: Bolt 1 [2]
<}---{Gabriel: AC 20}---{>
HP: 143/143
Rage: 1/1 per day
Primeval: 1/1 per day

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Nov 27, 2006 5:19 am
[Damas ignores the cold damage from the arrows, because of the cold resistance granted by his Frostmage class. He is at 16/58 so if there is a healer with us, some healing would be awesome.] Damas cries in pain as one of the harpy's arrows pierces his chest, the other arrow nothing in comparison. He growls, ready to aim a spell at it when Faralon gives his orders. Damas weaves magic about him and speaks words of power. He points at the gargoyles and a small blue bead flies towards them, exploding into a storm of cold wind and ice shards.
[Damage
10d6 > 1 1 4 2 6 4 2 6 1 6 = 33
I rolled damage even though I didn't have to.]
[Reflex Saves
First: 1d20 + 12 > 14 + 12 = 26
Second: 1d20 + 12 > 18 + 12 = 30
Kethra takes no damage because of Evasion. Also, if there is something she can charge, she will.]

Posted by: Aldur Mon Nov 27, 2006 6:51 am
SULIA CALLS FORTH THE FLAMES OF JUDGEMENT UPON SOTEGARI-I mean, Flamestrike on the priestly dude. ((Damage: 3 5 2 4 4 2 2 5 2 1 2 = 32. Ref save DC 21 for Half or something.))

Posted by: Nightmare Mon Nov 27, 2006 7:00 am
Laika charges in with a blinding speed trying to take something out. ((Attack: D20 + 10(BAB) + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 8(Music) + 2(Charge) - 5(PA) = 15 + 25 = 40 Damage: D8 + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 8(Music) + 5(PA) + D6(Fire) = 4 + 23 + 5(Fire) = 27 + 5(Fire)))

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Nov 27, 2006 9:51 am
(I lack my sheet... However, there is a very high possibility that Cedric takes no damage. Evasion + Withstand = FTW. Someone roll for me and if there are no 1s, he stands unharmed. For now, I'm going to assume he is unharmed and if someone would roll damage, that would be awesome. Thanks much.)
The fiery and frigid blasts course over the knight, sourcing and freezing the ground beneath him. His valient steed lets out a cry of pain but the Paladin merely smiles darkly as mist and smoke clear to reveal him unscathed, "Destroy them." His hands tighten around his mighty weapon and he lashes out...

Posted by: Sighrus Tue Nov 28, 2006 1:28 am
Catching the worst of the blast, the minotaur shakes off the rush of cold, having felt much worse since he'd been a part of this unit. Clearing the frost from his eyes, he scans the field for targets, falling upon the two confused looking Worms in the distance. Thinking they would be the next largest threat, the mercenary brings his axe around and points it at them, the legendary weapon glowing like a forge before huge balls of fire rain down upon the targets. One worm manages to avoid the worst, however, burrowing partially to protect it from the flames.
[Blaze 3 on the Purple Worms.
Damage: 10d8(47)+15=62.]

Posted by: FreedomJu Tue Nov 28, 2006 2:44 am
((Van rushes over to the Priest and trips it, and using his free attack to hit the baddies for 26 damage. Priest dies. Dodge to nearest enemy. *wanders off to work on essay*))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Nov 28, 2006 5:26 am
Damas' freeze magic slays the few Gargoyles remaining after Isyndel's devastating attack. Cedric manages to avoid any sort of damage as his retaliation splatter the brains of the Cerebri over the grass, his mighty hammer smashing through the three heads of each beast in a single blow.
Faralon's lightning bolt strikes down a Harpy even as the Master of Animals and a Chimera avoid the brunt of the blast. Laika rushes said Chimera, wounding it badly with his rending claws. The Chimeras retaliate as a whole by breathing fire over Cedric and Laika. The paladin manages to avoid all of the flames with supernatural agility even as Laika ignores the brunt of it due to his gloves.
((All saved for Cedric. 4 failed saves for Laika. Laika takes a total of 20 fire damage after resistance.))
The blaze of Atlas envelops the two Purple Worms, causing them to writhe in agony with no escape. Aurik adds to the fire with a Flamestrike. Their anger roused, the two titanic monsters slither towards Castor and the melee fighters at an astonishing rate, coiling up defensively as they reach them. Then the two worms strike, their jaws grabbing onto Castor and holding him fast as they dig into his skin.
((Hit, Hit. 38 damage to Castor. Castor is grappling Worm 1!))
The two White Dragons land, each slamming into the ground and biting, one at Cedric, one at Castor. The pair's luck holds out, avoiding both snaps of the draconic jaws.
((Miss, miss.))
A quartet of arrows flies towards Zook, two of them grazing the gnome's body as the Harpy Archer decides to pit bow versus gun.
((Hit, Hit, Miss, Miss. 16 damage total.))
The Hellbats scatter and surge towards the two mages who had just felled their Gargoyle companions.
The Harpy that is left dives down on top of Laika, clawing at his head.
((Critical Hit! Hit! 13 damage total.))
The Spiders continue to mill around aimlessly.
Enemy:
1 Monstrous Collosal Spider
4 Monstrous Gigantic Spiders
2 Purple Worms
1 Harpy
1 Harpy Archer
6 Chimeras
10 Hellbats (Fiendish Dire Bats) ((110' from casters.))
2 Young Adult White Dragons
1 Master of Animals
Distance: 270' for casters and 295' for Zook.
Next turn!
----------
The combined attacks of the group are too much and the Cult Priest dies in short order. Sulia's flamestrike also manages to claim the life of a Dark Dwarf standing too near the emissary of Erebeus.
The Dark Dwarves rush forward at the group, three encircling Gabriel and chopping at the half giant with their axes only to find their strikes parried by his enormous blade. One axe manages to sneak past Gabriel's defense, however, the warrior taking a light wound.
((Miss, Miss, Hit. 10 damage to Gabriel.))
The other two dwarves engage Ashathel, but their clumsy strikes can't match the elf's natural grace.
The Cult Soldiers fan out, striking at Ashathel and Van. A single blow lands on the halberdier, but the elf once again escapes unscathed.
((Miss, Miss, Miss, Hit. 9 damage to Van.))
The Cult Knights charge, a lance aimed each at Ashathel, Gabriel and Van. All three lances strike true, two of them nearly hitting vital areas.
((Nat 20, Nat 20, Hit. No confirms. Rolled 2 1s and a 2. 1+7=8x3= 24 damage to Ash and Van. 27 damage to Gabriel.))
Four arrows suddenly jut from the body of a Dark Dwarf attacking Gabriel. The squat soldier falls as the two Elven scouts notch new arrows.
Cultist Column:
1 Sin Master
4 Elite Guard
4 Cult Mages
7 Cult Priests
9 Cult Knights
14 Cult Soldiers
18 Dark Dwarves
48 Cult Zealots
Cultist Pursuit Group: (Scattered, melee.)
3 Cult Knights
4 Cult Soldiers
4 Dark Dwarves
Next turn!

Posted by: Sighrus Tue Nov 28, 2006 8:25 am
Castor growls as the gargantuan vermin sinks its teeth deep into his shoulders - because obviously worms have had teeth since the dawn of time - attempting to pull off the one that had latched on to him. Despite his prowess in the physical arena, however, he falters, the goliath insect's fangs sinking deeper into his flesh. "Someone get this thing OFF ME!" he roars, continuing to struggle as the worm adjusts its grip, enveloping more of the minotaur in its massive maw...
[Grapple check: 29. Failure. Next turn, Castor will be swallowed.]

Posted by: FreedomJu Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:25 pm
Moments before the Knight's weapon would have hit him, Van expertly struck out with his guisarme against's the enemy's legs, only to have it bounce off in face of the centuar's awesome strength and leaving the village warrior open to the attack. A few choice words voiced Van's frustration with the situation, but regardless he turned his attention to the twin Soldiers who attacked him first, intent on taking out the weaker enemies first.
((Got an AoO against the Knight via the Hold the Line feat, but failed the STR check badly. Now for the Soldiers.....
Nat 1 on the first Trip attempt followed by a decent confirm made it a regular miss....
Trip 2 hits since I didn't roll a 1.... and I barely win the STR......
My two follow up attacks miss completly.
My lesson learned? Never take Arc's advice and do a high PA when you have a sucky char.
Distracting Attack is in play against the Knight and Soldier 1
Dodge to the Knight.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:42 pm
Roaring his displeasure, the half giant stepped over to flank one of the soldiers crowded around Ashathel. Swinging the oversized greatsword with authority, he landed blow after terrifying blow on the helpless dwarf, tearing it asunder before decapitating the other dwarf with a brutally powerful blow.
((5' step to get into perfect position, then kill relentlessly.
Attack1: 1d20 +11 (bab) +1 (wpn) +6 (str) -5 (pa) +2 (flank) = 32
Damage: 3d6 +1 (wpn) +9 (str) + 10 (pa) = 29
Attack2: 1d20 +6 (bab) +1 (wpn) +6 (str) -5 (pa) +2 (flank) = 28
Damage: 3d6 +1 (wpn) +9 (str) + 10 (pa) = 28
Attack3: 1d20 +1 (bab) +1 (wpn) +6 (str) -5 (pa) +2 (flank) = nat. 20
Confirm: 1d20 +1 (bab) +1 (wpn) +6 (str) -5 (pa) +2 (flank) = 23
Damage: [3d6 +1 (wpn) +9 (str) + 10 (pa)]x2 (crit) = 58
First two hits kills one of the dwarves on Ash; the cleave misses, but the crit makes up for it by sending the other one to take the long dirt nap.))
Stepping lightly, the elf moved over a step himself, his light movements almost a dance as he shifted into position to rail against the knight who'd lashed out at him. Two blows brought him down in an instant, and a third blow on the other knight gave the cultist such a shock that he too fell dead.
((Attack1: 1d20 +11 (bab) +10 (wpn) +4 (dex) +3 (greaves) +2 (flank) = 39
Damage: 7d6 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +2 (str) +5 (int) +3 (greaves) = 38 regular, 8 holy
Attack1: 1d20 +11 (bab) +10 (wpn) +4 (dex) +3 (greaves) +2 (flank) = 40
Damage: 7d6 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +2 (str) +5 (int) +3 (greaves) = 36 regular, 10 holy
Attack1: 1d20 +11 (bab) +10 (wpn) +4 (dex) +3 (greaves) +2 (flank) = 28
Damage: 7d6 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +2 (str) +5 (int) +3 (greaves) = 41 regular, 10 holy
One Knight dies from being shredded, and the other fails the save against massive damage and has a heart attack or something.))
<}---{Ashathel: AC 24}---{>
HP: 89/113
<] Spells [>
Lvl 0: Disrupt Undead [2]
Lvl 1: Mage Armor [2], Shield, L. Orb of Cold, L. Orb of Sound [2]
Lvl 2: Blur, Cat's Grace, Fox's Cunning, Baleful Transposition
Lvl 3: Bolt 1 [2]
<}---{Gabriel: AC 24}---{>
HP: 106/143
Rage: 1/1 per day
Primeval: 1/1 per day

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Nov 29, 2006 5:16 am
((Tumble: 1d20 + 23 = 19 + 23 = 42. Merkass takes a 10' step forward as a 5' step.)) *Merkass quickly leaps and somersaults forward, his body contorting every which way. The enemy before him is confounded until the very second he knocks the first arrow, but by then it is too late. The first arrow sails through the pair of Dwarves effortlessly, their dark lives ended immediately. Merkass' orb pulses with each shot, and the standing knight suffers two grievous arrow wounds that seem to fester and burn. They thud into him, and without a word he falls to his knees, joining the Dwarves on the ground.*
((Rapid Shot, Full Attack, Skirmish. 3 hits.
44 damage to the pair of Dwarves, dead.
74 damage and -2 CON to the standing knight, dead.))
*Aurik quickly moves into an advantageous position to aid his allies yet distance himself from harm's way. He makes a circular motion, raises his hands toward the heavens, then presses his palms outward as though pressing onto a wound toward his allies. Instantly, their wounds begin to close.*
((Whatever move action, then Mass Cure Light Wounds (Domain)
(1d8 + 13)*1.5 = 17*1.5 = 25 healed to the most injured people I can get.))

Posted by: Nightmare Wed Nov 29, 2006 6:56 am
Laika lets lose a flurry of claws and a bite upon the chimeras. ((Attack Claw1: D20(2) + 10(BAB) + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 8(Music) - 5(PA) = 25 Claw2: D20(17) + 10(BAB) + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 8(Music) - 5(PA) = 40 Haste: D20(8) + 10(BAB) + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 8(Music) - 5(PA) = 31
Bite: D20(18) + 5(BAB) + 4(STR) + 1(Elation) + 1(BS) + 8(Music) - 5(PA) = 32
Damage
Claw1: D8(4) + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 8(Music) + 5(PA) + D6(3 Fire) = 27 + 3(Fire)
Claw2: D8(5) + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 8(Music) + 5(PA) + D6(2 Fire) = 28 + 2(Fire)
Haste: D8(1) + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 8(Music) + 5(PA) + D6(5 Fire) = 24 + 5(Fire)
Bite: D6(5) + 4(STR) + 1(Elation) + 1(BS) + 8(Music) + 5(PA) = 24))

Posted by: Rusty Wed Nov 29, 2006 7:24 am
((Yup, I'm using another special to boost it to 8 again, so we'll say I do this before Nightmare posted since I didn't get around to doing this. Unfortunately, yet again, it's only for one round. -_- After that, it's back to +4 unless I use my special again.
Hitting as many foes as I can with another Lightning Bolt - as long as allies aren't in the way. Quantity over quality here.
UMD check: 5 + 20 = pass.
Damage: 40
REF save DC 19 for half))
*The music somehow seems to continue to give strength to his allies as Faralon uses the wand of Lightning Bolt once again.*

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Nov 29, 2006 1:37 pm
[Unless we were healed after the last battle, almost everyone is wounded, but I think that the casters are closer to dying. My characters are at the following totals: Kethra (56/86) Damas (16/58).] Kethra springs into action now, moving to the gargantuan worm that has Castor in its jaws. The half-elven Monk lays into the monster with a single blow.
[Attack
1d20 + 12 > 11 + 12 = 23. Hit
Damage
2d8 + 20 > 14 + 20 = 34
Tumble
1d20 + 18 > 16 + 18 = 34
It's probably still alive, so some help would be awesome. Dodge to that Purple Worm. AC is 26 against it, 25 against everything else.]
Damas pants, the severe pain from his wounds, and the fatigue brought on by spell casting finally taking their toll on him. He groans as he sees the Hell Bats flying towards him and everyone else in the back ranks. Weaving magic about him, and speaking words of power, he creates a single stroke of electricity that commences from his fingertips. It hits one of the bats, that braches off to any others that are too close.
[Bolt 2; trying to hit as many of the Hell Bats as possible.
Damage
Primary Bolt: 12d6 > 4 6 3 4 3 3 4 6 2 3 5 3 = 46
Secondary Bolts: 6d6 > 5 4 5 4 3 4 = 25]

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Thu Nov 30, 2006 3:49 am
Isyndel immediately followed suit with Damas, chanting the weaker variant of the spell the Sorceror before her had released. Arcs of lightning lashed through the wave of bats and eight of them immediately dropped from the sky. Digging her feet into the ground she waited expectantly for the other four to arrive.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Nov 30, 2006 6:59 am
Laika tears apart another Chimera as Cedric hammers one Chimera badly. ((Rolled a nat 1 and 19. Confirms: Nat 19 and 1. Kai luck. 40 damage to the Chimera.)) Between Faralon's, Damas' and Isyndel's lightning, the Hell Bats fall to the ground in tatters.
Zook fires a trio of shots, but only one manages to hit his target... though the Master of Animals dies from that shot alone.
((Hit, Nat 1, Miss! Mark off 3 Holy +5 bullets, Vox.))
The Purple Worm grappling Castor roars as Kethra strikes it, the monk's blows beating off a large scale from its belly. The Worm then swallows Castor whole even as the other Worm bites Kethra, lifting her into the air with its mouth.
((Castor has been Swallowed! Hit! Impossibly high grapple check! Kethra takes 20 damage and is grappled.))
Another two arrows bury themselves in the ground around Zook, but a third hits the old gnome in the thigh as the Harpy Archer continues to plink shots.
((Hit, Miss, Miss. 10 damage to Zook.))
The other harpy dives at Laika, but misses horribly.
The spiders appear to begin to be coming out of their haze.
Cedric manages to avoid wing and maw, but tail and claw catch him off guard as a vicious slash of talons rips into his side, followed by another slash and a slap to the back with a tail. Laika on the other hand, is pummelled hard by his draconic foe, claws, wings, teeth... all but the tail slamming into his body.
((Hit, Critical Hit!, Hit!, Miss, Miss, Miss. 24 damage total to Cedric. Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, Miss. 36 damage to Laika after DR.))
The Chimeras swarm around the paladin and wolfman, cutting off any escape from the dragons, and inflicting wound after wound on the beleaguered pair.
((Many hits, many misses. 51 damage to Cedric from 6 hits on him. 39 damage to Laika from 6 hits on him after DR.))
Enemy:
1 Monstrous Collosal Spider
4 Monstrous Gigantic Spiders
2 Purple Worms
1 Harpy
1 Harpy Archer
5 Chimeras
2 Young Adult White Dragons
Distance: 270' for casters and 295' for Zook.
Next turn!
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Merkass, Gabriel, and Ashathel lay waste to the foe even as Van stands his ground and the elves slay one of the standing soldiers with a quartet of arrows. Of the remaining three soldiers, one gets up from being tripped and attacks Van, the two others following suit.
((Critical Miss! Miss. Hit! Van takes 10 damage.))
A lucky spear strike jabs Van in the side as an unlucky spear strike lodges one of the Cultist's spears deep into the ground. Unable to pull it free, the soldier not only falls prone, but leaves himself open for a counterattack. Van easily dodges the last attack.
((Cult Soldier 1 loses his weapon, falls prones and Van gets an AoO on him.))
Cultist Column:
1 Sin Master
4 Elite Guard
4 Cult Mages
7 Cult Priests
9 Cult Knights
14 Cult Soldiers
18 Dark Dwarves
48 Cult Zealots
Cultist Pursuit Group: (Scattered, melee.)
3 Cult Soldiers
Next turn!

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Nov 30, 2006 7:33 am
Van's guisarme failed to do more than slide across the fallen soldier's armor. However, Gabriel wasted no time in bringing his greatsword down on the cultist again and again, not stopping until he was sure that the body at his feet would never rise under it's own power again.
Meanwhile, Ashathel was a deadly display of elven accuracy, thrusting his blade into the eye socket of one soldier, shaking it slightly before withdrawing it from the slowly falling corpse. The last remaning soldier does no better, meeting a similar fate as his head swiftly changes residence from his neck to the ground.
((Ashathel critted twice, killing both of the soldiers still standing. Gabe wailed on the last one, hitting all three times.))
"Not bad, not bad," Ashathel said, nodding. "Get patched up if you need it, then we'll see if we can't draw a few more away from the main group."

Posted by: Nightmare Thu Nov 30, 2006 8:52 am
Laika stares straight into the eyes of the chimera infront of him, and snarls just before laying into the beast. ((Attack Claw1: D20(9) + 10(BAB) + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 4(Music) + 1(Haste) + 2(Rage) + 1(Smite) - 6(PA) = 31 Claw2: D20(18) + 10(BAB) + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 4(Music) + 2(Rage) + 1(Haste) - 6(PA) = 39
Haste: D20(2) + 10(BAB) + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 4(Music) + 2(Rage) + 1(Haste) - 6(PA) = 23
Bite: D20(9) + 5(BAB) + 4(STR) + 1(Elation) + 1(BS) + 4(Music) + 1(Rage) + 1(Haste) - 6(PA) = 20
Damage
Claw1: D8(6) + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 4(Music) + 4(Smite) + 6(PA) + D6(6 Fire) = 30 + 6(Fire)
Claw2: D8(2) + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 4(Music) + 6(PA) + D6(2 Fire) = 22 + 2(Fire)
Haste: D8(6) + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 4(Music) + 6(PA) + D6(1 Fire) = 26 + 1(Fire)
Bite: D6(1) + 4(STR) + 1(Elation) + 1(BS) + 4(Music) + 6(PA) = 17
2 Chimeras are shaken for 6 rounds, Laika's HP is 65/140 [41/114] AC is 23))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Nov 30, 2006 2:38 pm
"Cast- Ahh!" Kethra is unable to finish as the other worm attacks, and she cries in pain as its teeth pierce her flesh. Despite her wounds, the Monk struggles against the beast but to no avail. That fierce look of determination remains as she tries to kick the monster and make it let her go.
[Grapple fails, so she tries to attack it, and takes a -4 penalty I believe.
Attack
1d20 + 8 > 11 + 8 = 19. Hit
Damage
2d8 + 12 > 14 + 12 = 26
If she can also use Wholeness of Body, she'll regain 24 HP.]
Damas stares on in horror as Castor is swallowed whole by the Purple Worm, but when the other one grabs Kethra, the Sorcerer's eyes narrow.
"Damn it! Is there a way to hit it without- Wait..." He speaks in a serious tone. "Isyndel, Faralon, if you have spells that can hit the worm and not her, try using them!" Damas narrows his eyes as he weaves magic about him. "I will not let this happen..." He speaks familiar words, unleashing the same spell he had just used on the worm this time.
[Bolt 2 on the worm that has Kethra. If the other worm and anything else is within the 30' radius, it gets smacked with a secondary bolt.
Damage
Primary Bolt: 6 4 3 6 4 3 2 5 6 5 6 5 = 55
Secondary Bolt(s): 4 5 2 6 4 5 = 26]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Nov 30, 2006 6:11 pm
((... you do know that being swallowed doesn't kill you, right?))

Posted by: FreedomJu Thu Nov 30, 2006 6:50 pm
((Van drinks a CMW potion for 10 HP. He is at 63/96)) Gulping down the last of the potion, Van nods once at the elven bladesinger. "Ready when you are."

Posted by: Aldur Thu Nov 30, 2006 7:02 pm
Sulia quickly steps forwards besides her companions, laying a light touch on Van as she looked about her fellow squad members. "This seems to be going well so far...Does anyone else require aid?" ((CLW: 7+12 =19 hp for Van.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Nov 30, 2006 7:29 pm

QUOTE (Arcdragnbreth @ Thu Nov 30, 2006 12:11 pm)
((... you do know that being swallowed doesn't kill you, right?))

[Kethra is at 36/86 for one, and she has no way to get out. Thus, she'll die.]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Nov 30, 2006 9:21 pm
((It'd be good for you to read the SRD info on it, but so long as you can deal a certain amount of damage to the throat, you can break free. Also, that Wholeness of Body thing monks do works wonders when you actually use it.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Nov 30, 2006 10:11 pm

QUOTE (Dark Maiden @ Thu Nov 30, 2006 8:38 am)
"Cast- Ahh!" Kethra is unable to finish as the other worm attacks, and she cries in pain as its teeth pierce her flesh. Despite her wounds, the Monk struggles against the beast but to no avail. That fierce look of determination remains as she tries to kick the monster and make it let her go.
[Grapple fails, so she tries to attack it, and takes a -4 penalty I believe.
Attack
1d20 + 8 > 11 + 8 = 19. Hit
Damage
2d8 + 12 > 14 + 12 = 26
If she can also use Wholeness of Body, she'll regain 24 HP.]

Thanks for the info and the link. Editted.

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Thu Nov 30, 2006 11:17 pm
Biting her lip, Isyndel glanced at one of the two magical rings she had obtained during the journey so far. Her train of thought had not proven to be a particularly successful one in her past experience with it, but she had prepared a spell for just such a situation and could only hope it would be of use this time around.
"Faralon, Zook, Damas!" she exclaimed, her eyes searching for each frantically. "We provide little distraction to them this far back without their more mobile guards. We have to get closer; gather to me quickly!"
((Assuming Faralon and Zook move within range and Damas is close enough for Isyndel to grab him as well, Dimension Door cast on the lot of them. Any character who does not wish to be moved can be removed from the spell simply by refusing it. The group is moved instantly to a logical location Isyndel can see roughly 200 feet from where they are now, which should keep them still out of harm's way but close enough to use more than a scant few spells.))

Posted by: Rusty Fri Dec 01, 2006 12:39 am
*Faralon, despite his emotions tearing through him, manages to keep his head cool as he casts a Blaze spell directly on the worm engulfing Kethra. However, Kethra does not even feel warmth from the fire. The Purple Worm, however - in fact, both Purple Worms, a White Dragon and a Chimera all feel flames licking their hides.*
((Blaze level 3!
SR check: 18 + 12 = 30. Pass.
Friendly Fire: Faralon suffers 2 temporary CON damage. -12 HP.
Damage: 6 7 1 3 7 2 3 3 7 1 + 10 = 50 fire damage.
REF save DC 20 for half.
If failed, they'll need to make FORT saves.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Dec 01, 2006 3:02 am
Once again, Laika rips apart a Chimera, two of the beasts quailing in the face of such anger. Damas' Bolt spell devastates the melee monsters, not a single one of them manages to evade the lightning. Isyndel teleports the caster group closer to the frontline, Faralon swiftly reciting his spell as he reappears. The fire burns to cinders one of the wounded Chimera even as the Purple Worm holding Kethra howls in pain and drops to the ground, dead as its body burns. The one with Castor in its belly stands firm, though. The white dragon howls terribly, but doesn't die.
In the worm's belly, Castor tries to gore his way out even as he is burnt by acid and crushed.
((Hit. 8 damage to the worm's belly. Castor takes 21 damage from being digested.))
Cedric takes a step back now that one of the dead enemies allows him room to do so, and he lays hands on himself, curing some of the damage previously wrought.
((Lay on Hands: 36 HP healed.
Aurik casts the Aura spell, hoping to heal his allies of their wounds.
((Mass Cure Light Wounds AKA Aura 1: 25 HP healed to Laika, Cedric, Damas, Zook... Anyone who's wounded, really.))
The remaining Purple Worm bites Kethra again, trying to lift her in its mouth even as it stings at Aurik.
((Hit, Critical Hit! 21 damage on Kethra, 20 damage on Aurik. Aurik must make a Fortitude save DC 25, initial damage 1d6 Str, secondary damage 2d6 Str. Grapple check on Kethra: 45 Note to Kethra: A 20 gives you +10 to the number total, so you should still make it with a 20.))
A trio of arrows thuds into Zook as the Harpy Archer continues her barrage.
((Hit, Hit, Hit. 36 damage total to Zook.))
The Chimeras claw, gore, and bite at Laika and Cedric all at once.
((6 Hits. 24 damage total to Cedric. Laika takes 12 damage after DR.))
The White Dragons do not let up, slowly wearing Cedric down and rending into the newly healed Laika with viciousness equal to the wolfman's own, an especially vicious bite landing on the fanged fighter that fills his senses with pain.
((30 damage to Cedric. 36 damage to Laika after DR.))
The Spiders move up, then begin coating their foes in sticky layers of webbing... Except for the Collosal Spider, who coats the flying Harpy, the winged woman crashing to the ground and squawking as the Spider looms closer to its selected prey.
((Laika, Cedric, Aurik, and Damas are caught in webs and entangled. Escape Artist DC 20, Str check DC 24, or deal 16 HP damage to it with a light weapon to escape. Being entangled impedes movement, but does not entirely prevent it unless the bonds are anchored to an immobile object or tethered by an opposing force. An entangled creature moves at half speed, cannot run or charge, and takes a -2 penalty on all attack rolls and a -4 penalty to Dexterity. An entangled character who attempts to cast a spell must make a Concentration check (DC 15 + the spell’s level) or lose the spell.))
Enemy:
1 Monstrous Collosal Spider
4 Monstrous Gigantic Spiders
1 Purple Worm
1 Harpy (webbed)
1 Harpy Archer
3 Chimeras
2 Young Adult White Dragons
Distance: 70' for casters and Zook.
Next turn!

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Dec 01, 2006 2:52 pm
Kethra hisses in pain and much like before she tries to avoid being lifted up into the worm's mouth. [Even with a twenty, Kethra cannot get out, as it is not an automatic success. Her bonus is not high enough, but I'll roll it anyway. Grapple Check
1d20 + 11 > 20 + 11 + 10 (20 rolled) = 41
]
Just like before, her efforts are in vain. Kethra kicks the worm as hard as she can.
[Attack
1d20 + 8 > 16 + 8 = 24. Hit.
Damage
2d8 + 12 > 13 + 12 = 25.]
Damas appears to be quite livid when he finds himself entangled in sticky webbing. He curses in elven.
"Damn! Where they just waiting for us to get close enough?" He glances down at his belt where his dagger is sheathed. "I could cut myself out, but it would take too long." ~I should just keep casting... It's about all I can do right now...~
Damas moves back as he weaves magic about him and recites an incantation to a spell that he has become quite familiar with recently. He unleashes the power of Bolt on the worm and anything nearby.
[Concentration Check (DC 20)
1d20 + 17 > 3 + 17 = 20. Passed.
Bolt 2 centered on Purple Worm. Radius 30'. He also moves back 15'.
Damage
Primary Bolt: 2 4 5 2 5 3 3 5 6 2 6 4 = 47
Secondary Bolts: 5 4 4 4 3 2 = 22
This be his last Bolt 2 for this battle, as he only has one Level 5 slot left.]

Posted by: Nightmare Fri Dec 01, 2006 8:34 pm
Despite the web, Laika presses the attack. ((Attack Cleave: D20(18) + 10(BAB) + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 4(Music) + 1(Haste) + 2(Rage) - 6(PA) - 2(Web) = 37 Claw1: D20(7) + 10(BAB) + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 4(Music) + 1(Haste) + 2(Rage) - 6(PA) - 2(Web) = 26
Claw2: D20(3) + 10(BAB) + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 4(Music) + 2(Rage) + 1(Haste) - 6(PA) - 2(Web) = 22
Haste: D20(7) + 10(BAB) + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 4(Music) + 2(Rage) + 1(Haste) - 6(PA) - 2(Web) = 26
Bite: D20(20) + 5(BAB) + 4(STR) + 1(Elation) + 1(BS) + 4(Music) + 1(Rage) + 1(Haste) - 6(PA) - 2(Web) = Crit Threat!
Confirm: D20... 2... normal hit.
Damage
Cleave: D8(8) + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 4(Music) + 6(PA) + D6(6 Fire) = 28 + 6(Fire)
Claw1: D8(2) + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 4(Music) + 6(PA) + D6(5 Fire) = 22 + (5Fire)
Claw2: D8(1) + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 4(Music) + 6(PA) + D6(1 Fire) = 21 + 1(Fire)
Haste: D8(2) + 7(STR) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 4(Music) + 6(PA) + D6(2 Fire) = 22 + (2Fire)
Bite: D6(5) + 4(STR) + 1(Elation) + 1(BS) + 4(Music) + 6(PA) = 21))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri Dec 01, 2006 8:39 pm
With a grunt Zook pulls the arrows from his chest, and responds in kind with a pair of shots of his own, satisfied that they hurt the Harpy more than she had hurt him. ((Two hits. 56 damage, 18 of it holy))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Fri Dec 01, 2006 10:16 pm
"Gird yourself and be silent, Damas Heretic," she spat in disgust, withdrawing her wand into her hands. "Your beloved Kethra will be fine if we hurry. I am certain there are other allies of ours in need as well." Levelling her wand at the White Dragon before Cedric, she unleashed a torrent of lightning. The magic, unable to be contained just within one target lashed from the primary bolt into several other enemies as well.
((Bolt 2 Enpowered:
Main Bolt: 47 x 1.5 = 70.5 Electrical
6 Secondary Bolts: 20 x 1.5 = 30 Electrical
Reflex for half.
Primary centered on Cedric's dragon, remaining bolts arc to the other dragon, the remaining purple worm, and the harpies if possible. If not, target whatever she can reach, visibly injured enemies taking priority.))

Posted by: Rusty Fri Dec 01, 2006 10:58 pm
*Faralon moves forward, casting a powerful sonic spell. The sound bolts forward like lightning, booming like thunder, crashing into three of the spiders.* : "Use every bit of magic you have! We can't fall here! We'll worry about later, later. I'm more concerned with now. If you're holding anything back, don't!"
((Resonating Bolt
Sonic Song used.
Damage: 2 3 1 2 3 4 1 2 4 4 4 2 1 2 1 3 2 3 3 2 = 49 sonic damage
REF save DC 20 + 4 from Sonic Song = 24 for half damage.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Dec 01, 2006 11:07 pm
Isyndel and Damas' lightning crackles over the enemy, felling a Chimera, the Purple Worm, a Harpy, and one of the White Dragons. When the spell energy dissipates, Laika immediately presses forward, finishing off the wounded Chimeras with a slash each. Cedric roars a terrible battlecry and smashes his hammer twice into the skull of the opposing White Dragon. The dragon's head breaks after the second strike, the corpse toppling to the ground.
((Critical Hit! Critical Hit! As before, Kai's luck affects his characters even when he's not here. Damage around 200, stopping counting.))
The Worm already dead, Kethra heals herself.
((Wholeness of Body, however much you want.))
Castor bursts from the other Purple Worm's stomach in a violent spray of gore, his horns having ripped the way free for him. It's similar to a scene in that one movie about aliens... Was it ET? Anyway, he' coated in acid and slime, but still breathing.
The Harpy Archer sends a trio of arrows at Zook, the gnome avoiding one, but two more slamming into his chest, one scratching his heart.
((Hit, Critical Hit!, Miss. 48 damage total.))
Rusty's spell rips into 3 of the Gigantic Spiders, but does not fell any of them. The Spiders retaliate by biting at Cedric, Laika, and Kethra, one of the Gigantic ones missing the paladin once.
((Hit, Hit, Hit, Miss. Cedric and Kethra take 19 and 18 damage. Fort save DC 20 against poison. Laika takes 25 damage after DR. Fort save DC28 against poison. Also, it's been brought to my attention that there is a typo on the SFd20 site. Bolt 2 is a 6th level spell, not a 5th level spell. Thank you. ))
Enemy:
1 Monstrous Collosal Spider
4 Monstrous Gigantic Spiders
1 Harpy Archer
Distance: 70' for casters and Zook.
Next turn!

Posted by: Rusty Fri Dec 01, 2006 11:54 pm
*The battle close, Faralon calls out, tense with uncertainty.* : "Sweep the rest of the spiders down with me, Phoenix. If you're worried about hitting allies, then combine your efforts to take down the larger spider with the strongest, most focused magic you have! Just be careful if you're using fire as those webs could catch fire!"
*Faralon advances a bit further still, casting the same spell once more at the same foes.*
((Moving 10' closer
Sonic Song used again - 0 uses of Bardic Music remaining.
Damage: 1 3 1 4 4 3 3 4 2 4 2 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 2 = 53 sonic damage.
REF save DC 24 for half damage.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat Dec 02, 2006 12:26 am
Again the harpy's arrows hit home, nearly killing Zook. Again the gnome one-ups her, as she falls to the ground shrieking while Zook still has time to send a shot into the most wounded spider. ((Kill Harpy Archer. 32 damage + 7 holy to the most wounded spider))

Posted by: Nightmare Sat Dec 02, 2006 12:47 am
On the verge of passing out, Laika manages to keep his mind focused on surviving instead of killing. Something he didn't do to well in their last battle. ((Move away from things that can hit me and drink a potion of CSW. Tumble if needed is 26. +21HP.
Current HP: 38/140 [14/116]
Current AC: 23
Oh yeah, FORT save failed, Laika takes 6STR damage.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sat Dec 02, 2006 2:39 am
Continuing the assault, Isyndel set her focus on the remaining enemies and summoned yet more electrical energy to disperse amidst them. ((Bolt cast. 40 x 1.5 = 60 electrical. No save, SR applies. 15' radius, center whereever I can hit the most enemies with that.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Dec 02, 2006 3:06 am
Isyndel's Bolt spell fries two of the massive spiders even as Faralon's sonic energy blasts apart all but the Collosal spider. Cedric roars as he leaps at the last enemy, taking a spider bite to the shoulder, but slamming his hammer thrice on the exoskeleton of the foul creature. The spider shrieks and bite Cedric again, this time the valiant warrior falls, knocked out.
((Cedric's at -4, stable.))
Castor then roars, charging the monster with the legendary Atlas Axe. The mighty weapon cleaves through the creature's exoskeleton with ease, cutting it into two halves and leaving the Force victorious.
((Upgraded crit. Didn't bother rolling damage, it can't survive minimal from such an attack. Everyone gains 4500 XP.))

Posted by: Nightmare Sat Dec 02, 2006 3:31 am
Breathing heavily, Laika shakes his head and the flames from his gloves and his rage both disapear. The Wolfman then rushes forwards to Cedric, placing a paw on his leader's shoulder letting a small amount of healing energy to go through him.
((CLW: 8 + 4 = 12))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Dec 02, 2006 6:44 am
[Time Paradox! *Gasp* Damas had Arc of Lightning (Complete Arcane) then. Here is Damas' level up. Damas gains a level! (Sorcerer 10/Frostmage 3) * HP increases by 6 * Fortitude and Reflex saves increase by 1 * Concentration, Knowledge (Arcana), and Spellcraft skills increase by 1
* Frostmage spell, Conjure Ice Beast I (Frostburn), learned
* Fourth level spell, Orb of Force (Complete Arcane), learned
* Fifth level spell, Mass Fire Shield (Complete Arcane), learned
* Sixth level spell, Bolt 2, learned]
Damas opens his mouth to speak, but he remains silent for now. Arguing with her in the middle of battle was not going to help matters, after all. He begins to weave magic about him when Isyndel casts her spell, and he stops short as not to waste a spell. Damas lets out a heavy sigh, and he draws his dagger. It takes him about a minute, but he does manage to cut himself out of the web.
[Fortitude Save
1d20 + 10 > 10 + 10 = 20. Passed.
Listen Check
1d20 + 16 > 8 + 16 = 22]
Kethra winces in pain as the spider bites her, but she manages to stave off the effects of its poison. Her ears twitch, and she overhears what Damas and Isyndel said. She lets out a sigh and shakes her head.
"What a disaster," Kethra mumbles as she moves about among the group to see if there is anything that she can do to help.

Posted by: Rusty Sat Dec 02, 2006 10:10 am
((How many HP does everyone have left? I have a Staff of Healing... Faralon's now level 13! (Bard 10/Sublime Chord 3) +8 HP +5 skill points (1 in Perform, 4 in Know (History - now Bardic Knowledge checks gain a +2 bonus!)) +1 to base FORT save
+1 to base WILL save
Another 4th level spell
Learns the spell Snowsong to make you love him more.))
*Faralon shakes his head, walking over to Kethra.*
: "Nobody died and we have succeeded in defeating the enemy. It was close, but it is not a disaster. Aurik, let's tend to the wounded. Are you able to make the healing magic of this staff stronger, or shall I use it while you heal them as well?"
((In other words, would the healing be at a higher caster level or anything if Aurik used the staff? Otherwise, I see no reason for Faralon not to use it.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Dec 02, 2006 4:51 pm
Kethra raises an eyebrow and the Monk frowns. "I was not referring to that," she mutters. [Kethra is a little over half: 46/86]

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat Dec 02, 2006 6:18 pm
((Zook's at 48/106))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Dec 02, 2006 10:53 pm
Cedric stumbles to his feet wearily, glancing around the carnage and slaughter darkily, "Enough, our work here is not yet done." He nods to Faralon, then scowls at the other healers, "Heal our wounds, allies and innocents are yet in peril." He frowns slightly in the direction of Kethra, "We do not have time to stand around."
(I have none of my sheets... Indeed, I may never have any of them again. So. No idea on HP.)

Posted by: Nightmare Sat Dec 02, 2006 10:55 pm
((Laika is now at 14/116))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sun Dec 03, 2006 2:01 am
((Isyndel gains a level! HP increases by 4! Skills increase! Learned Radiant Assault, Rary's Arcane Conversion, and Greater Teleport!))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Dec 03, 2006 3:26 am
"Once we are healed, we continue then," Kethra states. For someone who was almost made a meal twice in the same day, she seems to be unusually calm. Damas quaffs a potion rather than let the healers or Faralon waste a spell on him. After all, his wounds are minor compared to the wounds most of the others suffered. His gaze falls upon the others around him, one in particular, but only for a brief moment.
[Damas drinks a potion of CMW and regains 18 HP (Yeah, a 7 & 8 ~_~). That puts him at 59/64. If anyone needs a potion, he has a few more.]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Dec 03, 2006 8:55 am
Ashathel and the others move to harry the column again. It takes a few minutes to catch back up, but when they finally do, they find a group of soldiers already running towards them, their approach not very stealthy despite an honest effort.
Cultist Column:
1 Sin Master
4 Elite Guard
4 Cult Mages
6 Cult Priests
6 Cult Knights
10 Cult Soldiers
14 Dark Dwarves
48 Cult Zealots
Pursuit group at 30':
1 Cult Priest
3 Cult Knights
4 Cult Soldiers
4 Dark Dwarves

Posted by: Rusty Mon Dec 04, 2006 4:16 am
((Following rolls have been made for 12 charges of the Staff of Healing [13 remaining]. CL will be 13 if Faralon uses it, or 14 if Aurik uses it [or 15 if he leveled]. Given Faralon asked Aurik to use it, can we safely assume the latter? 3 3 3 + 14 = 23
4 7 7 + 14 = 32
8 6 7 + 14 = 35
2 4 8 + 14 = 28
3 8 7 + 14 = 32
6 5 6 + 14 = 31
2 8 2 + 14 = 26
4 2 5 + 14 = 25
8 8 3 + 14 = 33
8 6 2 + 14 = 30
2 2 1 + 14 = 19
5 1 7 + 14 = 27
Say which you're taking. This should be enough to heal most/all? of you up to full. Faralon isn't hurt, so he takes none of it.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Dec 04, 2006 4:53 am
Progressing swiftly across the field, the elf stopped at the side of the priest. Striking with far less accuracy than was his usual, it was easily more than enough to score a blow on the priest. ((Move 30' to the priest. Attack: 1d20 +11 (bab) +10 (wpn) +4 (dex) +3 (greaves) = 31
Damage: 7d6 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +2 (str) +5 (int) +3 (greaves) = 34 regular, 10 holy))
Charging across the field like the massive beast of destruction he was, Gabriel brought his greatsword down on the priest with astounding power and accuracy.
((Charge 30' to the priest.
Attack: 1d20 +11 (bab) +1 (wpn) +6 (str) -5 (pa) +2 (charge) = nat. 20
Confirm: 1d20 +11 (bab) +1 (wpn) +6 (str) -5 (pa) +2 (charge) = 33
Damage: [3d6 +1 (wpn) +9 (str) + 10 (pa)]x2 (crit) = 66; save vs. massive damage
Cleave: 1d20 +11 (bab) +1 (wpn) +6 (str) -5 (pa) +2 (charge) =22
Damage: 3d6 +1 (wpn) +9 (str) + 10 (pa) = 33))

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Dec 04, 2006 11:30 am
((I have no idea if this heals Cedric completely or not. Regardless, we'll just pretend it does.)) [23 + 32 + 35 = +90 HP] Once his wounds are healed, Cedric gestures forward, "There is yet more work to be done this day." He leads the force into the forest, straight towards the hidden village at the heart of it, hoping that the efforts of his comrades has slowed the tide of the enemy enough.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Dec 04, 2006 2:40 pm
[Kethra takes 25 & 19, which brings her up to full]

Posted by: Nightmare Mon Dec 04, 2006 7:23 pm
((Laika takes a 33, 31 and 32 for +96. Leaving him at 110/114 This leaves 26, 27, 28 and 30 up for grabs.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Dec 04, 2006 8:16 pm
((Zook claims the 30 and the 28 for +58, bringing him back to full))

Posted by: FreedomJu Tue Dec 05, 2006 3:24 am
((Van moves up 25' and goes to trip a Cult Soldier. Oh, Tumble to avoid AoO... rolled a 19, 7 ranks, giving me a 26. Rolled a 10 on the hit roll.... Pretty much a guranteed hit, eh? 23 STR Check Assuming the soldier is now on his ass.... Hit: 3+12+1(Enchantment)+5(STR)+1(Focus)+4(Prone)= 26
Damage: 2+3(2d4)+8(STR1.5)+1(Enchantment)= 14
Dodge to nearest Knight.
And don't forget Distracting Attack.
As a final note, it has come to my attention that I had too many ranks in Tumble, so I took the extra points and tossed them into Spot and Listen, giving me 3 ranks of each.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Dec 06, 2006 12:24 am
*Merkass leaps to the side, cartwheeling as he goes. Finishing in a tight corkscrew, he unleashes a volley of arrows into the new waves of soldiers to engage them.* ((Tumble: 1d20 + 23 = 20 + 23 + 10 = 53. Full Attack + Rapid Shot. Aim for the priest first and anything in the way I can hit.
1d20 + 21 - 2 = 20 + ..
Confirm: 1d20 + 19 = 6 + 19 = 25.
1d20 + 16 - 2 = 10 + 14 = 24.
1d20 + 21 - 2 = 8 + 19 = 27.
Damage
(1d8 + 17)*3 + 1d6 (EW) + 2d6 (Rancor) + 1d6 (Skirmish) + 1d6 (Nemesis) = 3d8 + 5d6 + 51 = 6 + 5 + 3 + 3 + 5 + 4 + 5 + 3 + 51 = 85.
1d8 + 3d6 + 17 = 7 + 1 + 3 + 1 + 17 = 29.
1d8 + 3d6 + 17 = 3 + 6 + 3 + 2 + 17 = 31.))
*Aurik passes out the healing candies. It tastes like chocolate with a hint of strawberry.*

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Dec 07, 2006 3:55 am
In unison, Gabriel and Ashathel slash apart first the priest, then a nearby Knight. Merkass' arrows in turn slay the rest of the Cult Knights, the arrows piercing through the centaurs without much trouble. The dwarves and remaining soldiers turn to flee, bellowing at the top of their lungs. Van manages to trip one of the soldiers and he falls, left behind by his brothers in arms. The soldier hastily crawls back, then stumbles to his feet, opening himself up for another attack by Van as he runs backwards.
Cultist Column:
1 Sin Master
4 Elite Guard
4 Cult Mages
6 Cult Priests
6 Cult Knights
10 Cult Soldiers
14 Dark Dwarves
48 Cult Zealots
Pursuit group at 100':
4 Cult Soldiers (1 soldier at 30' and damaged.)
4 Dark Dwarves

Posted by: FreedomJu Thu Dec 07, 2006 4:31 am
No sooner does the soldier stand and start to move does Van lashes out with another quick strike upon the soldier, tripping him once more and leaving him open to a quick to a trio of quick attacks that manage to slay the soldier, but much to Van's dismay, he finds the blade of his guisarme stuck in the side of the Cultist's body. Yanking on his weapon, he casts a quick glance over to his squad leader. "Get going Ash, I'll catch up in a second."
(Got an AoO, used it to trip the Soldier again, then the follow up attack and first two attacks of my Full Attack kills him. Unfortunately I rolled a crit miss on my final attack of the full attack, so I have to take a round to free my weapon.)

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun Dec 10, 2006 5:25 am
*Merkass launches another volley of arrows into the enemy* ((Full attack, rapid shot 1d20 + 20 = 10 + 20 = 30. 1d20 + 15 = 9 + 15 = 24. 1d20 + 20 = 18 + 20 = 38.
Damage
1d8 + 4d6 + 17 = 3 + 3 + 1 + 4 + 1 + 17 = 29.
1d8 + 2d6 + 17 = 6 + 1 + 5 + 17 = 29.
1d8 + 2d6 + 17 = 1 + 6 + 3 + 17 = 27.
-1 CON to each hit.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Wed Dec 13, 2006 10:00 pm
((Note that the pursuit group should only be 60' from those who were in melee range, unless they ran instead of double moving.)) "Don't let them escape!" Ashathel said, pointing to the retreating line. Unable to reach his targets any other way, the elf charged across the field, cutting deeply into one of his foes without remorse.
((Charge 60' to whatever wasn't Merkass-sniped.
Attack: 1d20 +11 (bab) +10 (wpn) +4 (dex) +3 (greaves) +2 (charge) = 35
Damage: 7d6 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +2 (str) +5 (int) +3 (greaves) = 29 regular, 11 holy))
Growling in displeasure, the barbarian also moved across the field, listening to his enemies run in fear.
((Listen: 1d20 +9 (ranks) +2 (wis) = 24))
He could clearly make out Merkass warning the escaping soldiers, helpless against the half-giant's rage:
((Charge 60' to whatever Ash attacked.
Attack: 1d20 +11 (bab) +1 (wpn) +6 (str) -5 (pa) +2 (charge) = 30
Damage: 3d6 +1 (wpn) +9 (str) + 10 (pa) = 29))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Dec 13, 2006 11:45 pm
Merkass' arrows down two Cult Soldiers even as Van finishes the wounded one off. Ashathel and Gabriel each strike down a Dark Dwarf, another falling to Gabriel's massive paws as it tries to scramble away. The final two enemies scramble away, nearing the Cultist Column as they scream out and try to get their comrades' attention.
The two elven scouts manage to down the final Dark Dwarf.
Cultist Column:
1 Sin Master
4 Elite Guard
4 Cult Mages
6 Cult Priests
6 Cult Knights
10 Cult Soldiers
14 Dark Dwarves
48 Cult Zealots
Pursuit group at 100':
1 Cult Soldiers

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Dec 14, 2006 8:26 pm
Zook stands around waiting for Cedric to do something because lol

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Dec 14, 2006 8:49 pm
The scouts unleash a hail of arrows, bringing down the soldier. Ashathel also draws his bow, injuring the dwarf badly; it is not until the catfolk sets arrow to bowstring, however, that the final of the pursuit group falls, after calling for help.
"Fall back," the elven bladesinger said, pulling back even as Gabriel outsped him. "I don't know whether they heard that, and we can't afford to tangle with all of them. We'll try to head them off if we can, but give it some time so they think we've given up the chase."

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Dec 15, 2006 12:22 am

QUOTE (Kaihaku @ Mon Dec 04, 2006 5:30 am)
((I have no idea if this heals Cedric completely or not. Regardless, we'll just pretend it does.)) [23 + 32 + 35 = +90 HP] Once his wounds are healed, Cedric gestures forward, "There is yet more work to be done this day." He leads the force into the forest, straight towards the hidden village at the heart of it, hoping that the efforts of his comrades has slowed the tide of the enemy enough.

(Zook is blind.)

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri Dec 15, 2006 12:24 am
Don't look at me TheUnknownMarine (2:22:49 PM): You're waiting for Cedric to do something. TheUnknownMarine (2:23:00 PM): Like, say where you're going now.

Posted by: Aldur Fri Dec 15, 2006 1:15 am
The silent Sulia moves forwards, and raises her hands high, and within moments a shrieking noise is heard from above as a comet descends, growing smaller as it falls, and she smiles as it strikes the Sin Lord. ((37 damage. Reflex half. It's a 5ft burst from around the Sin Lord. Those who fail their reflex save are knocked prone. DC 21.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Dec 15, 2006 1:40 am
*The advancing column would soon take them seriously as a threat and possibly descend upon them. Merkass couldn't have that, and he certainly wasn't about to deal with that large of a mass of enemies. He had hoped to save Zook's gift for later, but this was as dire a time as he could imagine. Merkass bounds forward, gaining momentum, and looks for the densest spot of people he could hit, looking to catch the Sin Master as well. Activating the antimatter grenade, Merkass lobs it through the air, landing it flawlessly in the mass he was looking for. As soon as it lands, Merkass covers his eyes to shield himself from the blast.*
((Merkass moves forward so that he's 50' (max throwing range) from where it will land to do the most damage in terms of numbers.
To hit square: 1d20 + 21 - 10 (range penalty) = 16 + 11 = 27.
Merkass deals 68 damage with the grenade.
In case the catfolk needs it, reflex save: 1d20 + 21 = 8 + 21 = 29.
Merkass puts on his cat-shades and watches the fireworks
))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Dec 15, 2006 1:45 am
Ashathel unleashes a mighty burst of electricity in the area around the Sin Master, electrifying the foes unlucky to be within range. ((Move up 30' and cast Bolt 1; 37 damage to the Sin Master and all within 15 feet of him. Also... the attacks did not begin until the enemy forces were within 75' of Wyvern and Merkass.))
Even as he does so, Sulia calls upon divine power to drop a comet on the Sin Master as well. Merkass, not to be outdone, pulls the pin and lobs the grenade into the midst of the cultist forces, wreaking havoc amongst them. Bodies fell in great numbers, the grenade decimating the invading force.
((1 Elite Guard, 3 Priests, 4 Knights, 4 Soldiers, 6 Dark Dwarves and 8 Zealots go down for the long dirt nap.))
And then, a massive furred blur, the leonal form of Gabriel bounded off towards the Sin Master, not stopping until he reached the side of the leader of the sinister group and could tear into him. Only his claws struck, dealing great damage to the Sin Master. And yet, the leader of the sinister cult forces stood, albeit shakily.
((Claw1: 1d20 +11 (bab) +17 (str) +2 (charge) +1 (w. foc) -5 (pa) = 44
Damage: 1d6 +17 (str) +5 (pa) = 25
Claw2: 1d20 +11 (bab) +17 (str) +2 (charge) +1 (w. foc) = 37
Damage: 1d6 +17 (str) +5 (pa) = 25
Bite: 1d20 +6 (bab) +17 (str) +2 (charge) -5 (pa) = 32
Rake1: 1d20 +6 (bab) +17 (str) +2 (charge) +1 (w. foc) -5 (pa) = 25
Rake2: 1d20 +6 (bab) +17 (str) +2 (charge) +1 (w. foc) -5 (pa) = 27))
"If you thought we were done, you're really going to be shocked," Ashathel said, his voice singsong as he unleashed yet another Bolt spell in the area around the Sin Master. He, along with the Elite Guards around him, could not withstand this second dose of electrifying power, and fell dead at the lion's feet while Gabriel remained unharmed.
((Song of Celerity used to cast a quickened Bolt 1; 31 damage smokes the Sin Master and the rest of the Elite Guards.))
<}---{Ashathel: AC 24}---{>
HP: 89/113
<] Spells [>
Lvl 0: Disrupt Undead [2]
Lvl 1: Mage Armor [2], Shield, L. Orb of Cold, L. Orb of Sound [2]
Lvl 2: Blur, Cat's Grace, Fox's Cunning, Baleful Transposition
Lvl 3: Bolt 1 [2]
<}---{Gabriel: AC 24}---{>
HP: 106/143
Rage: 1/1 per day
Primeval: 1/1 per day

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Dec 15, 2006 3:10 am
Overcome with desperation and rage, the beset cultists immediately initiate a counterattack. Soldiers press in on Ashathel and Van, failing to land a blow even as the Dark Dwarves advance grimly into melee, one landing a lucky hit on Van. ((Hit, Hit, many misses. 30 damage to Ashathel. 10 damage to Van.))
A hail of javelins strike down at the heroes as the Zealots throw with anger, then pick up their spears and shields and move forward.
((3 hits. Gabriel takes 9 damage.))
Cultist Column:
2 Cult Priests
2 Cult Knights
4 Cult Soldiers
8 Dark Dwarves
40 Cult Zealots

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Dec 15, 2006 3:13 am
((Van's action for the previous round)) *Van rushes forward, his guisarme held out in front of him. He didn't often run into battle, but now had to be an exception. Running toward the closest priest, he lashes out with his guisarme at his legs. Violently, the priest falls on his back as his legs fly out from under him. In one fell move, Van catches the hook of his guisarme on the priests throat and cuts it clean opening. The priest bleeds out and is dead in seconds.
Still not finished, Van twirls his guisarme back up and spins it out in front of him, dropping the next priest nearby to the ground. He lifts it up to head level, then stabs down into the priest's gut, preparing for more action. The guardsman couldn't remember the last time he had an opportunity like this.*
((Charge.
Trip, success
Follow Up attack: Crit
42 damage, dead.
Cleave
Trip, success
Follow up attack, success
14 damage.))
----------
*Merkass returns to his bow and draws another arrow, followed by two more. Looking to maximize his returns, he launches them into the longest column he can. His first flies wide, angering him greatly. However, his last two hit with great power and accuracy, making him feel a bit better.*
((Rapid shot into the longest line of people he can hit.
1d20 + 20 = 1 +...
CONFIRM: 1d20 + 20 = 9 + 20 = 29. normal miss.
1d20 + 15 = 17 + 15 = 32.
1d20 + 20 = 16 + 20 = 36.
Damage
1d8 + 4d6 + 16 = 8 + 5 + 4 + 3 + 5 + 16 = 41.
1d8 + 2d6 + 16 = 6 + 1 + 2 + 16 = 25.
-4 to hit for each enemy after the first.
-1 CON for each enemy hit.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Fri Dec 15, 2006 3:52 am
((Van gets AoO against the dwarf.... Dwarf was tripped.... Follow up attack: Hit=4+12+1(Enchantment)+5(STR)+1(Focus)+4(Prone)=27 Damage= 4+2(2d4)+8(STR1.5)+1(Enchantment)=15
Now... start full attack!
Van goes on to murder the priest at his feet with the first two attacks.... and the cleave and final attack both miss the prone dwarf.
72/96 HP left for Van))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Dec 15, 2006 3:57 am
The Elven scouts send arrow after arrow into the enemy ranks. ((Revised enemy list after revision and new actions. [-5 Zealots for grenade miscalculation.])) Cultist Column: 1 Cult Priest 2 Cult Knights
4 Cult Soldiers
8 Dark Dwarves
23 Cult Zealots

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Dec 15, 2006 5:40 am
Cedric pauses as a massive explosion is heard, then gestures roughly in the direction of the blast and starts towards it.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Dec 15, 2006 6:30 am
Ashathel laid into the offending knight mercilessly, also striking at whatever other enemies were unlucky enough to be within his attack range. ((Attack: 1d20 +11 (bab) +10 (wpn) +4 (dex) +3 (greaves) +2 (charge) = 30 Damage: 7d6 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +2 (str) +5 (int) +3 (greaves) = 31 regular, 7 holy
Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +10 (wpn) +4 (dex) +3 (greaves) = 25
Damage: 7d6 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +2 (str) +5 (int) +3 (greaves) = 29 regular, 11 holy
Attack: 1d20 +1 (bab) +10 (wpn) +4 (dex) +3 (greaves) = 25
Damage: 7d6 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +2 (str) +5 (int) +3 (greaves) = 32 regular, 2 holy))
Gabriel's massive feline form took off through the forested area again, this time ripping into not only the final priest but whatever foes were unlucky enough to be close.
((Claw1: 1d20 +11 (bab) +17 (str) +2 (charge) +1 (w. foc) = 34
Damage: 1d6 +17 (str) = 19
Claw2: 1d20 +11 (bab) +17 (str) +2 (charge) +1 (w. foc) = 36
Damage: 1d6 +17 (str) = 23
Bite: 1d20 +6 (bab) +17 (str) +2 (charge) = 32
Damage: 1d8 +17 (str) = 24
Cleave: 1d20 +6 (bab) +17 (str) +2 (charge) = 44
Damage: 1d8 +17 (str) = 21
Rake1: 1d20 +6 (bab) +17 (str) +2 (charge) +1 (w. foc) = 41
Damage: 1d6 +17 (str) = 18
Rake2: 1d20 +6 (bab) +17 (str) +2 (charge) +1 (w. foc) = 43
Damage: 1d6 +17 (str) = 20))
<}---{Ashathel: AC 24}---{>
HP: 35/89
<] Spells [>
Lvl 0: Disrupt Undead [2]
Lvl 1: Mage Armor [2], Shield, L. Orb of Cold, L. Orb of Sound [2]
Lvl 2: Blur, Cat's Grace, Fox's Cunning, Baleful Transposition
Lvl 3: Bolt 1 [2]
<}---{Gabriel: AC 24}---{>
HP: 106/143
Rage: 1/1 per day
Primeval: 1/1 per day

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Dec 15, 2006 6:36 am
Ashathel slices through the Cult Knight, then lops off the head of a Dark Dwarf while he's at it. Meanwhile, Gabriel rips apart the remaining Cult Priest, adding a side dish of centaur to the meal by gutting the Knight by his side. Van and Merkass go to work as well, scything through the ranks of enemy with little effort.
Then the counterattack comes. The Zealots swarm around Gabriel, jabbing him with spears as they encircle the large beast.
((2 hits. 16 damage to Gabriel.))
Meanwhile, the Cult Soldiers swipe at Ashathel with their spears, not a one managing to leave a scratch on the agile elf. The Dark Dwarves fare little better, none striking him. However, of the two that engage Van, one manages to get a swift chop in.
((Hit. 12 damage to Van.))
Sulia heals Ashathel of one of his wounds.
((Cure Moderate Wounds. 23 damage healed to Ashathel.))
4 Cult Soldiers
7 Dark Dwarves
23 Cult Zealots
Next turn!

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Dec 15, 2006 7:28 am
The bladesinger continued to lash out, cutting down as many foes as he could. ((Attack: 1d20 +11 (bab) +10 (wpn) +4 (dex) +3 (greaves) = 30 Damage: 7d6 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +2 (str) +5 (int) +3 (greaves) = 36 regular, 7 holy Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +10 (wpn) +4 (dex) +3 (greaves) = 30
Damage: 7d6 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +2 (str) +5 (int) +3 (greaves) = 32 regular, 8 holy
Attack: 1d20 +1 (bab) +10 (wpn) +4 (dex) +3 (greaves) = 36
Damage: 7d6 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +2 (str) +5 (int) +3 (greaves) = 47 regular, 12 holy))
Gabriel's massive feline form took off through the forested area again, this time ripping into not only the final priest but whatever foes were unlucky enough to be close.
((One of the Zealots who attacked provoked an AoO, so...
Claw1: 1d20 +11 (bab) +17 (str) +2 (charge) +1 (w. foc) = 39
Damage: 1d6 +17 (str) = 22
Then let the carnage begin.
Claw1: 1d20 +11 (bab) +17 (str) +2 (charge) +1 (w. foc) -5 (pa) = 32
Damage: 1d6 +17 (str) +5 (pa) = 27
Claw2: 1d20 +11 (bab) +17 (str) +2 (charge) +1 (w. foc) -5 (pa) = 37
Damage: 1d6 +17 (str) +5 (pa) = 28
Bite: 1d20 +6 (bab) +17 (str) +2 (charge) -5 (pa) =
Damage: 1d8 +17 (str) = 37
Rake1: 1d20 +6 (bab) +17 (str) +2 (charge) +1 (w. foc) -5 (pa) = 38
Damage: 1d6 +17 (str) +5 (pa) = 26
Rake2: 1d20 +6 (bab) +17 (str) +2 (charge) +1 (w. foc) -5 (pa) = 31
Damage: 1d6 +17 (str) +5 (pa) = 26
Cleave attack roll is 17 + mods; damage is 22 + 1d6 for a claw/rake or 22 + 1d8 for a bite. ))
<}---{Ashathel: AC 24}---{>
HP: 58/89
<] Spells [>
Lvl 0: Disrupt Undead [2]
Lvl 1: Mage Armor [2], Shield, L. Orb of Cold, L. Orb of Sound [2]
Lvl 2: Blur, Cat's Grace, Fox's Cunning, Baleful Transposition
Lvl 3:
<}---{Gabriel: AC 21}---{>
HP: 159/209 (+66 from rage/primeval)
Rage: 1/1 per day
Primeval: 1/1 per day

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Dec 15, 2006 8:29 am
Ashathel easily carves apart the three soldiers around him as Gabe devours the last Cult Soldier before swatting aside four of the zealots around him like dolls. The remaining Zealots and dwarves break, fleeing away from the village defenders as fast as they can, another four dying from the arrows of the Elven Scouts.
((Victory! Ash's group gains 7,000 XP! Those two low level scouts that were with him gain 30,000 XP!))
Cedric's group comes upon the smoking remnants of the battlefield minutes later, the area made difficult to pass by due to all the felled trees from the explosion.

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Dec 16, 2006 12:36 am

QUOTE (TheUnknownMarine @ Fri Dec 15, 2006 2:29 am)
Ashathel easily carves apart the three soldiers around him as Gabe devours the last Cult Soldier before swatting aside four of the zealots around him like dolls.

(Bastards.)
Cedric pauses for only a moment to take in the battlefield, then turns to the healers, "Patch up the wounds of Wyvern...we cannot pause..." He turns to the elven scouts, "This is your land, is it not? Where would we do the most good? Shall we move straight for the village or attempt to flank the enemy?" He frowns slightly, "Quickly now, the blood of your kin is being spilled."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Dec 16, 2006 2:31 am
"If we could move around and catch the next column before they reach the village, we might be able to defeat them before doubling back and reinforcing the village for the main fight," one of the scouts suggests.

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Dec 16, 2006 4:40 am
Cedric does not hesitate, gesturing forward, "Lead us." He starts after the scouts while the healers begin to mend the wounds of Wyvern.

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun Dec 17, 2006 6:27 am
((Merkass becomes level 13 (Sct 4/Rgr 2/Stlk 2/FH 4 & LA +1)! HP increase by 11! BAB increases by 1! DEX increases by 1! FORT increases by 1!
REF increases by 1!
Jump increases by 1!
Listen increases by 1!
Spot increases by 1!
Tumble increases by 1!
Merkass learns the feat Manyshot!
))
*Merkass moves swiftly ahead, scouting out the path to be taken.*
((MS: 1d20 + 23 = 1 + 23 - 10 = 14.
Hide: 1d20 + 18 = 7 + 18 = 25.
Search: 1d20 + 19 = 4 + 19 = 23.
Survival: 1d20 + 16 = 5 + 16 = 21.
AIM is a whorey bitch and I hate it so))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Dec 17, 2006 6:46 am
The elven scouts nod and hurry through the forest, matched but not surpassed in speed and stealth by the catfolk Merkass. One lags behind in order to lead the rest, the first alongside Merkass ahead. It's only a few minutes before Merkass and the scout reach the column, the others not far behind. Wordlessly, the scout points, the catfolk archer easily able to see the enemy force and composition from this vantage point.
Cultist Column:
1 Sin Master
4 Elite Guard
4 Cult Mages
8 Cult Priests
12 Cult Knights
18 Cult Soldiers
24 Dark Elves
48 Cult Zealots

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Dec 18, 2006 11:01 pm
((Merkass has 3 shots with 3d20 = {7,18,12} waiting on buffs))

Posted by: Rusty Mon Dec 18, 2006 11:06 pm
*Faralon hurries over to Merkass, casting a spell on his bow.* : "That last battle took a lot out of us...I think we'll have to largely depend on the fighters here." ((Cast Sonic Weapon on Merkass's bow. Any ammo shot from it deals an extra 1d6 points of Sonic damage. This'll last...oh, 12 minutes.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Dec 18, 2006 11:38 pm
Deftly Zook reaches into his satchel, producing one of the cylindrical grenades. A twist and a toss sends it flying end-over-end into the center of the lesser forces. A moment later a deafening and brilliant explosion engulfs them all. When the light fades, the Knights all remain, some more badly burned than others. Eight elves double over, their flesh charred and smoking. Four soldiers lean upon their weapons for support as they sputter and scream with pain. The rest lie on the ground, blackened smoking corpses crumbling into ash.
The tinker's eyes methodically sweep the field taking count.
"Seventy-eight," he says in a small voice. His hand clenches reflexively, taking the shape of the grenade again, though it trembles.
((AM grenade launched into the middle of the underlings. 45 damage. 78 fatalities))

Posted by: Aldur Tue Dec 19, 2006 12:06 am
Sulia moves the archer known as Merkass, asking the light to guide his shots to greater glory in the service of good. Incidentally, she also informs him that for only all his gold she could offer him better services. JUST KIDDING. ((CG on Merkass.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Dec 19, 2006 12:27 am
((Before the battle, Aurik drops a Domain CSW, domain CCW, and CCW on Ash, Gabe, and Van respectively.)) *Rhizor summons 2 large creatures of wind from the plane of air. They swirl and tumult with ice and snow.* ((Rhizor summons 2 large orglashes))
*Aurik calls down divine flames of passion to incite greater battle prowess in himself and his allies.*
((Aurik casts elation))
*Merkass fires 3 exploding arrows into the Sin Master, hoping that they would have as big an effect as before.*
((Rapid Shot
1d20 + 23 + 2 + 1 - 2 - 1 = 7 + 23 = 30.
1d20 + 18 = 18 + 18 = 36.
1d20 + 23 = 12 + 23 = 35.
Damage
1d8 + 5 + 1 (FE) + 10 (Orb) + 1d6 (EW) + 1d6 (Nem) + 1d6 (Exploding) + 1d6 (Sonic) = 7 + 3 + 4 + 3 + 5 + 16 = 38.
1d8 + 4d6 + 16 + 2d6 (Rancor) = 5 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 4 + 5 + 6 + 16 = 48.
1d8 + 4d6 + 16 = 4 + 3 + 5 + 3 + 3 + 16 = 34.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Wed Dec 20, 2006 2:28 am
((Double move action for Van for 60'. Yeah, running would bring me closer, but then I'm at greater risk of being swarmed and killed. If Aurik's retro healing is allowed, Van is at 94/96))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Wed Dec 20, 2006 3:25 am
Ashathel gestured towards the line, moving forward while he indicated that Wyvern should advance. Firing his bow, the bladesinger nodded with approval as his shot impacted against the Sin Master's defenses. ((Move 30' forward and fire on the Sin Master.
Attack: 1d20 +11 (bab) +5 (dex) +3 (greaves) +1 (mwk) = 30
Damage: 1d6 +3 (bow) +3 (greaves) = 12))
Gabriel gripped his sword tightly, moving rapidly across the field.
((Double move, 90' total))
<}---{Ashathel: AC 24}---{>
HP: 89/89
<] Spells [>
Lvl 0: Disrupt Undead [2]
Lvl 1: Shield [2], Enlarge Person, L. Orb of Cold, L. Orb of Sound [2]
Lvl 2: Blur, Cat's Grace, Fox's Cunning, Baleful Transposition
Lvl 3: ----
<}---{Gabriel: AC 21}---{>
HP: 143/143
Rage: 0/1 per day
Primeval: 0/1 per day

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Dec 20, 2006 11:05 am
"Well done Master Tinker!" Cedric exclaims, then he charges forward, "Finish them! Time is of the utmost importance!" (No dice... But this help any kind soul willing to roll for me. Weapons: Screaming Shocking Burst Warsledge of Fiend Bane +1: (+18/+13, 1d10 + 9 + 1d6[Elec] + 1d6 [Sonic] + 3d6 [Vs. fiends] + 1/1d4 [Evil/Fiend] , 19-20 : x3)
1d10 + 1, x3 critical, Bludgeoning, 10 lb
Thanks to Rusty for saving my sheet from certain demise.)

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Dec 20, 2006 4:33 pm
Damas weaves magic about him and speaks words of power. As he finishes casting his spell, he appears to be immolating himself and those around him with green fire, but the flames are thin and wispy. [Damas casts Mass Chill Shield on himself and as many others around him as he can. The whole target thing confuses me. ]
Kethra moves across the field with the others.
[Kethra does a double move, 150' total]

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Dec 20, 2006 11:03 pm

QUOTE (Kaihaku @ Wed Dec 20, 2006 6:05 am)
"Well done Master Tinker!" Cedric exclaims, then he charges forward, "Finish them! Time is of the utmost importance!" (No dice... But this help any kind soul willing to roll for me. Weapons: Screaming Shocking Burst Warsledge of Fiend Bane +1: (+18/+13, 1d10 + 9 + 1d6[Elec] + 1d6 [Sonic] + 3d6 [Vs. fiends] + 1/1d4 [Evil/Fiend] , 19-20 : x3)
1d10 + 1, x3 critical, Bludgeoning, 10 lb
Thanks to Rusty for saving my sheet from certain demise.)

((PA 5
1d20 + 18 + 2 + 1 - 5 = 13 + 16 = 29.
1d10 + 2d6 + 9 + 10 + 1 = 4 + 1 + 6 + 20 = 31.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Dec 21, 2006 12:17 am
[Well folks, that time has come again. I am going to be gone on Christmas Vacation and I won't be back until the 2nd of January. I will have access to my friend's computer while I'm gone, but it is very unreliable, so I sent my sheets to Arc. Happy holidays all, and have a great new year. ]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Dec 21, 2006 4:41 pm
Merkass' first shot misses, but his second and third strike the Sin Master, causing gouts of blood to erupt from the armored figure. Two of the arrows continue on to strike one of the Elite Guard. Cedric charges and slays a wounded Cult Soldier.
A hail of arrows shoots from the Dark Elves, but only one strikes Castor, hardly fazing the minotaur.
((16 rolls, only one was over 10. It was a critical, but I rolled 1 for damage. Castor takes 6 damage. Whee.))
The Cult Knights wheel around and charge the melee line, their lances ripping into the paladin, giant swordsman, minotaur and monk. Explosions of pain erupt in their minds as lance points emerge from thier backs. However, only half the knights strike, the rest of the lances deflected, parried, or dodged. The Cult Soldiers jab with their spears, weakly, but fail to strike any of the warriors.
((And turn around of luck. 6 hits, one a critical on Gabriel. 106 damage total to Gabriel, Gabriel must Fort save vs. Massive damage. 86 damage total to Cedric. 51 damage to Castor, Castor must Fort save vs. Massive damage. 33 damage to Kethra.))
The Cult Priests waste no time healing their leader and his Guard of the damage they suffered, including curing the oddly gushing wounds left by the wounding weapon.
The Sin Master utters words of power over himself and his guards, then they move closer to the battle.
A curtain of wind encloses the Cult mages as fire erupts around Zook, Damas, and Isyndel. Another wall of wind then encircles Merkass as another storm of fire rains down on the melee group. The Knights stand just outside of the fiery conflagaration, but one of the Cult Soldiers gets caught in the 'crossfire' and is burned alive, screaming.
((Blaze 2 cast. Take 28 fire damage, Ref save for half. Everyone except Van and Kethra should be hit, the melee spell is centered so that only the Force is affected, except for a single Cult Soldier. Merkass is surrounded by a Wind Wall that is 20' away.))
Cultist Column:
1 Sin Master (9 damage. Hasted.)
4 Elite Guard (9 damage. Hasted.)
4 Cult Mages (Wind Wall)
8 Cult Priests
12 Cult Knights
2 Cult Soldiers
8 Dark Elves
Next turn!

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Dec 21, 2006 6:19 pm
*The orglashes waste no time closing the gap between themselves and the others. Flying as a strong ghale, they gather up the energies of the plane of air and unleash it upon the mages who had thought themselves safe. An intense wave of could emanates from both of the elementals, chilling the mages to the core.*
((Move 105' forward and over everyone if necessary to blast the mages with a cone of cold (and anything else within 60' of them for that matter).
8d6 = 23.
8d6 = 33.))
*Rhizor flies forward, then conjures a swirling mote of sand atop the Dark Elves. It becomes difficult to see, breathe, and even move.*
((Rhizor casts Wall of Sand on the Dark Elves.
Ranged attacks are blocked.
They are considered blind and deaf while inside.
It requires a STR check of DC 10 + 5/square to move.
The wall is as thick as I can make it without getting to allies (10' square/level). With a better view of the enemy I could describe it better.
NO SAVE))
*Aurik also advances, then calls to Volcanon's might with an extravagant prayer. His allies feel uplifted by his words while their enemies despair. The feeling seems so real, his allies wonder if it would ever end.*
((Extended Prayer.))
*Merkass sneers at the wall of wind blocking his way. In a short sprint, Merkass makes his way past the wall and nearer to the action. With but a single gesture, Merkass takes not one, not two, but three arrows and knocks them on his bow string. He would not be removed from this battle so easily. The ranger aims for the priests, a desire to send them to whatever dark gods they worship burning inside of him.*
((55' forward, Manyshot
1d20 + 26 + 1 - 6 = 20 + ...
CONFIRM: 1d20 + 21 = 5 + 21 = 26.
Damage
(1d8 + 15 + 1 + 1)*3 + 5d6 = 3d6 + 5d6 + 48 = 4 + 7 + 7 + 4 + 5 + 5 + 2 + 3 + 51 = 88.
1d8 + 17 + 5d6 = 8 + 5 + 4 + 5 + 4 + 2 + 17 = 45.
1d8 + 17 = 5d6 = 2 + 5 + 6 + 5 + 3 + 2 + 17 = 40.
The priest behind the first is hit regardless. The confirmation roll for him is 22. If it does not confirm, he takes
4 + 4 + 5 + 5+ 2 + 3 + 17 = 40 damage from the first arrow for a total of 125.
And -3 CON))

Posted by: FreedomJu Thu Dec 21, 2006 6:21 pm
Van was glad for his caution, as it saved him from a likely death. Still, he couldn't hold back anymore, and while the Priests were too far away to get to safely right now, he could at least try to get the attention of one of the Knights. ((Van moves up until the nearest Knight is in range and attacks it.
First, Tumble just in case I need to avoid an AoO or something.
1d20(9)+Ranks(7)+DEX(2)-Armor Penalty(2)=16
Now.... PA 4 Shush Arc, I'm not going higher!
Hit=12+12+1(Enchantment)+5(STR)+1(Focus)+1(Prayer)-4(PA)=28
Hit=16+7+1(Enchantment)+5(STR)+1(Focus)+1(Prayer)-4(PA)= 27
Hit=18+2+1(Enchantment)+5(STR)+1(Focus)+1(Prayer)-4(PA)= 24
Damage=1+3(2d4)+8(STR1.5)+1(Enchantment)+1(Prayer)+8(PA)=22
Damage= 1+2(2d4)+8(STR1.5)+1(Enchantment)+1(Prayer)+8(PA)=21
Damage= 3+3(2d4)+8(STR1.5)+1(Enchantment)+1(Prayer)+8(PA)=24
Dodge to that Knight, and like always, Distracting Attack))

Posted by: Rusty Fri Dec 22, 2006 6:39 am
*Running low on spells, Faralon does his best to conserve what he has left, using his wand on the enemy.* ((Using wand of LB on the Priest. UMD: 8 + many ranks and CHA = pass. LB: 37 damage. REF save DC 19 for half damage))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Dec 22, 2006 8:41 am
Still standing and very much enraged, the half-giant set his blade against the knights who had actually dared to strike at him. ((Massive Damage: 1d20 +11 (fort) +3 (con) = 32. Attack1: 1d20 +11 (bab) +1 (wpn) +7 (str) (pa) = 35 Damage: 3d6 +1 (wpn) +10 (str) = 23
Attack2: 1d20 +6 (bab) +1 (wpn) +7 (str) (pa) = 23
Damage: 3d6 +1 (wpn) +10 (str) = 21
Attack3: 1d20 +1 (bab) +1 (wpn) +7 (str) (pa) = 16
Damage: 3d6 +1 (wpn) +10 (str) = 20
Gabe is at 39/143 HP.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Fri Dec 22, 2006 4:09 pm
((Isyndel's Reflex Roll: 9 + 8 = 17. I'm not entirely sure who was affected by the Mass Chill Shield, but it has the following characteristics: Range 25' + 5/2 levels, with no limit on the allies it affects so long as they are no more than 30' apart. At the very least I would assume that Damas, Isyndel, and Zook would be affected, as well as anyone else near enough to them. Fire damage is halved, and if the fire allows a REF save for half, successful saves mean zero damage. Not sure what the DC of the Blaze 2 was.))
Seeing the enemy leader enhance the advancing guard, Isyndel quickly devised a spell to counter the effect as the orglashes and Rhizor make their assaults on the enemy rear guard. Focusing the spell on the Master himself, she quickly unleashed a burst of dispelling about them to remove whatever the Sin Master began.
((Area Dispel Rolls:
Sin Master: 17 + 10 = 27
Guard 1: 8 + 10 = 18
Guard 2: 8 + 10 = 18
Guard 3: 15 + 10 = 25
Guard 4: 17 + 10 = 27
I don't think Spell Pen/G. Spell Pen apply but if they do, add another + 4.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Dec 23, 2006 4:57 am
[Yes, I believe so too. Reflex save: 1d20 + 6 > 14 + 6 = 20. I hate this computer...-_-]

Posted by: FreedomJu Sat Dec 23, 2006 5:02 am
OOC: I'm leaving on my trip until Thursday, control over Van has been passed to Arc, or Knight if Arc isn't handy at that time. I know for a fact Knight has the most recent char sheet, and I think Arc does as well.

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Dec 25, 2006 10:18 am
Cedric staggers from the powerful blows he has been dealt but does not falter, instead he lashes out mightily at his foes all the while issuing orders, "Cut them down before we are cut down! Healers, come to our aid!" [Attack 1: 7 + 18 + mods = 25?]
[Damage: 8 + 9 + 1 [Elec] + 2 [Sonic] + 1 = 18 + 1 [elec] + 2 [sonic]]
[Attack 2: 9 + 13 + mods = 22?]
[Damage: 2 + 9 + 3 [Elec] + 5 [Sonic] + 1 = 12 + 3 [elec] + 5 [sonic]]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Dec 26, 2006 4:26 am
The freezing cold from the two Orglashes sucks the life from two of the Cult Mages, who die freezing and shaking, frost coating their fallen forms. Four of the Cultist Priests are also sent to their demise as Merkass' arrows rain down on them swiftly followed by Faralon's Lightning Bolt.
Van swiftly cuts up two of the wounded knights as Gabriel finishes one off with a devastating sword slash that cleaves through his opponent's midsection to strike down one of the badly wounded Knights. Cedric also manages to slay one of the centaurs.
Isyndel's spell succeeds in slowing the Elite Guards and the Sin Master to their original speed. The Sin Master's face twists with hate.
"Wench witch! You'll have to do more than that!" the Sin Master says, motioning to his guards as he begins a spell. Dark enegy gathers in his palms as he sends a beam of pure black at Merkass. The catfolk barely dodges out of the way, the fur on his neck singed as the black beam literally blasts by at a hair's breadth. The Sin Master smirks. "Well, perhaps this will be a challenge after all..."
"Mongrels of Cypress, die on our axes!" the elite guard shouts as they charge, hefting their oversized axes with surprisingly ease. One of them buries his axe into the ground near Ashathel, leaving himself open for a counterattack. Another charges Van, but in addition to spotting an opening and counterattacking, the halberdier dodges the blow. Ashathel is then struck by another axe as Gabriel is at the same time, the weapons leaving painful gashes.
((Nat 1, critical miss! Ash gets an AoO. Nat 1, miss! Van gets an AoO. Hit! Gabriel takes 16 damage. Hit! Ashathel takes 19 damage!))
"The faithless will perish!" the Cult Knights yell, stabbing their lances with renewed zeal as the Sin Master enters the fray.
((Many misses, 5 hits. Cedric is hit for 8 damage, Van is hit for 24 damage total, Gabriel is hit for 7 damage, and Laika is hit for 5 after DR.))
"We won't go down easily!" the soldier cry as Van easily parries their spear thrusts.
The Dark Elves cannot be seen within the Wall of Sand.
The Priests move around their surviving mage brethren, undoing the damage the cold had done.
((4 Cure Serious Wounds cast.))
"Go back to your homes!" the mages shout at the Orglashes, chanting counterspells that in the end have no effect on the icy creatures.
Cultist Column:
1 Sin Master (9 damage.)
4 Elite Guard (9 damage.)
2 Cult Mages (Wind Wall)
4 Cult Priests
7 Cult Knights.
2 Cult Soldiers
8 Dark Elves
Next turn!

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Dec 26, 2006 5:04 am
*Van had no intention of being rended in two by the charging enemy's vicious looking axe. In no time at all, Van spins his guisarme to the ground, catches his charging opponent's foot, and yanks, attempting to send him to the ground.* ((Trip attempt: 1d20 + 17 + 4 = 16 + 20 = 36.
STR check: 1d20 + 10 = 16 + 10 = 26.
Improved Trip attack: 1d20 + 21 = 7 + 21 = 28.
Damage: 2d4 + 20 = 1 + 2 + 20 = 23.))
*The orglashes sense the enemy's vulnerability once they are grouped together in their wall of air. They fly around to one side of the mages, then simultaneously crossfire them and the priests with another blast of extreme cold, extending as far out as the Sin Master. The freezing is more intense this time, frost appearing more rapidly and in greater quantity than before.*
((2x Cone of Cold for 34 and 33 damage respectively.))
*Rhizor smirks at the effectiveness of his creatures. The batling raises his wings to the air, and suddenly a pillar of flame drops down upon the priests, burning them with heat more intense than any forest fire could ever muster.*
((Flame Strike on priests and mages (20' diameter circle).
47 damage. Reflex DC 23 for half.))
*Aurik is appalled by the damage brought by the enemy upon his friends. Gabriel seemed ready to go under, and he could not allow that, as it is his duty to prevent death. Aurik clasps his hands together, nods while uttering a simple prayer to Volcanon. Gabriel and those near him suddenly feel immensely rejeuvenated.*
((Emp. MCLW: 27 hp healed. Gain 13 temporary hp. Also, gain a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and saves versus fear.))
*Merkass swiftly slinks back, distancing himself from the Sin Master for the time being. He then fires another hail of arrows into the knights this time, piercing through them with rancor and determination.*
((Move 10', Manyshot. Also, according to TUM, Merkass is within Skirmish range.
1d20 + 27 + 1 - 6 = 17 + 22 = 39.
35, 31, 27, 23,... for any behind the knights.
Damage
1d8 + 6d6 + 18 = 3 + 1 + 5 + 1 + 1 + 4 + 5 + 18 = 38.
1d8 + 5d6 + 18 = 4 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 1 + 3 + 18 = 30.
1d8 + 5d6 + 18 = 4 + 1 + 6 + 1 + 1 + 4 + 18 = 35.
-3 CON to each.))
*Van lashes out once more at the fallen villain before him. He jabs and slashes across the soldier's face and chest, striking with devastating power and resolve he had not felt before.*
((FA, PA 6
1d20 + 29 - 6 = 16 + 23 = 34.
1d20 + 18 = 10 + 18 = 28.
1d20 + 13 = 2 + 13 = 15.
2d4 + 24 = 1 + 3 + 24 = 28.
2d4 + 24 = 4 + 3 + 24 = 31.
Possible cleave attack
1d20 + 23/18 = 10 + 23/18 - 33/28
Damage: 3 + 3 + 24 = 30.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Dec 26, 2006 7:26 am
((Zook took no damage from the previous Blaze kk)) Still dumbstruck over the effects of the grenade, Zook stumbled away from the main fray, slowly drawing his rifle and loading it with more mundane ammunition. ((Rifle is loaded with +2 bullets))

Posted by: Nightmare Wed Dec 27, 2006 4:47 am
Laika lets out a howl and tears into the pawns infront of him. ((Attack the middle of the road minions. D20(16) + 10(BAB) + 7(STR) + 2(Rage) -5(PA) = 30 + Buffs D20(17) + 10(BAB) + 7(STR) + 2(Rage) -5(PA) = 31 + Buffs D20(2) + 5(BAB) + 4(STR) + 1(Rage) -5(PA) = 7 + Buffs
D8(5) + 7(STR) + 2(Rage) + 5(PA) + 3(Fire)= 22 + Buffs
D8(2) + 7(STR) + 2(Rage) + 5(PA) + 3(Fire)= 19 + Buffs
D6(6) + 4(STR) + 1(Rage) + 5(PA) = 16 + Buffs
Cleave, incase I killed something.
D20(10) + 10(BAB) + 7(STR) + 2(Rage) -5(PA) = 24 + Buffs
D8(5) + 7(STR) + 2(Rage) + 5(PA) + 4(Fire)= 23 + Buffs))

Posted by: Rusty Thu Dec 28, 2006 1:57 am
((Going to aim for as many enemies as I can here, with enemy Priests taking priority over other foes. UMD check: natural 8 + lotta ranks and CHA = pass. Damage: 31 total. REF save DC 19 for half damage.)) *Faralon continues to use the wand, yelling responses to the enemies, as well as orders to his troop.*
: "We'll cut through you like butter, you blind fools! Phoenix, keep it up! We need to dismantle their healers, as I'm sure you already know. Next we'll cut off their head, the leader, and the mages. Now that we're a full force the rest should be a cinch! If you're able to reserve any magic whatsoever, do so after the priests are finished. We might need it."

Posted by: Aldur Fri Dec 29, 2006 2:47 am
SULIA FIRES A COMET AT THE SIN MASTER! ((Cometfall. 5ft burst from sin master. 27 damage. Ref save DC 21 for half. If save failed knocked prone.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Dec 29, 2006 3:50 am
Van's attack cleaves through the two soldiers like they weren't even there, then he twists the blade of his halberd around and swings it low to trip the incoming Elite Guard. The armor clad attacker goes sprawling into the dirt. Rhizor's flamestrike incinerates the mages, who are unable to avoid the fire even as the priests manage to shield themselves. The spellcasters shriek in pain as flames cover them. The priests put up a stiff front at first, resisting first the heat, then the cold as the Orglashes blast them with ice. At last, they can do no more, falling to the ground.
Another three Knights fall with arrows shot through their bodies as Merkass continues his deadly work.
The Sin Master rolls out of the way of the comet with surprising grace, coming up standing again.
"You can kill well enough, but can you defend yourself as well?" the Sin Master asks, sending another black beam at Merkass. The catfolk can't avoid it this time, feeling his energy fade from him as his skin blisters under the impact of the arcane attack.
((Hit. 50 damage to Merkass, save made.))
Cedric swings and miscalculates the force of the blow, missing and taking his time to recover.
((Critical Miss: Lose move action and secondary attacks this turn.))
Laika brings down another two Cult Knights, the remaining centaurs halting at the sight of the frenzied wolfman.
"Im... Impossible... Mortal claws shouldn't be able to pierce plate..." one mutters just as Gabriel cleaves the last remaining knight's heads from their bodies.
((Critical Hit. Critical Hit. No need for damage, they're quite dead.))
Three Dark Elves emerge from the Wall of Sand, but Faralon simply cuts them down with his lightning bolt.
"You're a good warmup for all the other elf-killing I'll be doing this night," one of the Elite Guards says as he swings his axe around before bringing it down on Ashathel's shoulder, the weapon cleaving deep into his body and causing him to lose feeling in his left hand. The axe then painfully jerks from Ashathel's shoulder and loops around to catch him in the side. Ashathel feels close to the brink of death as blood pours from his body. As if that weren't enough, Gabriel is also sent to death's door by a similar attack from another Elite Guard. However, Aurik's healing keeps him from going over that misty boundary. Van finds himself besieged despite his attacker being prone. Luckily the awkward angle of attack from there spares him from most of the assault, a single axe blow landing on him. Cedric too is assaulted, the healing by Aurik undone in a moment.
((Nat 20. Confirming... Critical Threat! Upgrading... Upgraded! 70 damage total to Ashathel. Fort save passed, no death from massive damage. Hit! Hit! Hit! Gabriel takes 50 damage! Miss, Hit, Miss! Van takes 22 damage and may take an AoO! Hit, Hit, nat 20! Unconfirmed. 40 damage to Cedric!))
Cultist Column:
1 Sin Master (9 damage.)
4 Elite Guard (9 damage. 1 Prone.)
5 Dark Elves

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri Dec 29, 2006 8:56 am
Absently Zook fires off two shots towards the elite guard. One bounces off the warrior's enchanted armor but the other finds a gap. ((miss, hit. 18 damage))

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Dec 29, 2006 4:58 pm
*Rhizor continues his wind theme, giving all allies capable of ranged attacks the power of the wind behind each projectile.* ((Rhizor casts Wind Tunnel on everybody (or 13 people. Merkass and Zook are definites). Everyone gets +5 to ranged attacks.
Vox says that his other shot actually does not miss and deals 18 damage.))
*Aurik runs to the most wounded out of Gabriel, Cedric, or Ashathel if he doesn't heal himself. Laying a hand upon the recipient, their body is mended as new.*
((Aurik casts heal on the aforementioned.))
*Merkass growls, then sends a barrage of arrows into the Sin Master. With but a quick flip and tight corkscrew, 3 arrows are sent at his foul enemy before the Sin Master ever realized he was back on the ground. Each flies with a bright, white light. Merkass' intent to cleanse him before sending him to his master.*
((Manyshot, holy arrows
1d20 + 28 - 6 + 5 = 18 + 27 = 45.
Damage
1d8 + 8d6 + 18 = 6 + 6 + 4 + 6 + 6 + 4 + 2 + 4 + 5 + 18 = 61.
1d8 + 7d6 + 18 = 6 + 4 + 4 + 6 + 2 + 2 + 3 + 6 + 18 = 51.
1d8 + 7d6 + 18 = 7 + 6 + 4 + 3 + 4 + 4 + 1 + 4 + 18 = 51.
Sin Master takes -3 CON and needs to make 3 fort saves against massive damage.
: You say my defenses are lacking. It seems you have a hole in your left side. And your face.))
*The orglashes launch another spray of unearthly cold, but to where and on whom, no one knows.*
((The Sin Master should have been caught in the last 2 cones of cold, and I need to know what, exactly, is up with him before I say they fire at him. If he is dead they hit the elite guard.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Sat Dec 30, 2006 2:33 am
(Van takes that AoO! Hit=13+12+1(Enchantment)+5(STR)+1(Focus)+1(Prayer)+1(Elation)+4(Prone)-6(PA)=32 Damage=1+2(2d4)+8(STR1.5)+1(Enchantment)+1(Elation)+12(PA)=25 Knocked down to half health or so... (48/96), Van moves away from the foes by 5' (with Tumble total of 25) and drinks his CSW potion, healing 24 damage. 72 HP now!))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Dec 30, 2006 2:50 am
[Where is Arc? I don't have my character sheets, so I can't make battle posts. ]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Dec 30, 2006 8:04 am
On the brink of death, the elf has no choice but to raise his defenses while he drinks one of the potions that still remains to him. ((Tumble: 1d20 +11 (ranks) +2 (syn) +4 (dex) = 36. No AoO for moving out of a threatened area. Move 30' away, use CCW potion while on the defensive. 20 hp restored.
Also, the AoO from before was a hit (18 + mods); 24 +6 holy damage to the Elite Guard.))
The half-giant also follows suit, not wanting to fall ignobly before he'd gotten a chance to chop the invaders into little bits.
((Move 5' away, use CCW potion while on the defensive. 18 hp restored.))
<}---{Ashathel: AC 28}---{>
HP: 33/89
<] Spells [>
Lvl 0: Disrupt Undead [2]
Lvl 1: Shield [2], Enlarge Person, L. Orb of Cold, L. Orb of Sound [2]
Lvl 2: Blur, Cat's Grace, Fox's Cunning, Baleful Transposition
Lvl 3: ----
<}---{Gabriel: AC 23}---{>
HP: 47/143
Rage: 0/1 per day
Primeval: 0/1 per day
==========
Damas expends magical energy to unleash a small burst of frigid energy against one of the elite guards.
((Lesser Orb of Cold cast on the most injured Elite Guard.
Attack: 1d20 +9 = 25 touch.
Damage: 5d8 = 23))
Kethra charges in, taking advantage of the Elite Guard's prone position to deliver a brutal kick.
((AttacK: 1d20 + 11 +2 (charge) = 24
Damage: 2d8 +12 +1d12 (flying kick) = 26 electrical damage
Dodge / Elusive Dance to whatever enemy is closest.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Dec 30, 2006 4:07 pm
[Thank you again. ^_^]

Posted by: Rusty Sat Dec 30, 2006 10:35 pm
*Faralon aims the wand where it can do the most damage, shooting out another lightning bolt at the enemies.* ((Barely passed UMD check. Damage: 36 electrical damage. REF save DC 19 for half.))

Posted by: Nightmare Sat Dec 30, 2006 11:12 pm
Laika charges an elite guard, and AIM hates him for it. ((Feel free to have one of your evilgasms TUM. D20(1) D20(2) + 10(BAB) + 7(STR) + 2(Charge) + 2(Rage) + 1(Elation) + 1(Prayer) - 5(PA) = 19))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Dec 31, 2006 12:10 am
The Sin Master had managed to dodge the previous two cones of cold, but this time, both catch him offguard, coating him with a layer of frost. Two of the three arrows Merkass sends towards the Sin Master deflect off an invisible barrier. The Sin Master grins even as the third arrow strikes him in the gut.
"What's that boy? I couldn't hear you over the sound of you missing the mark twice..." the dark warrior cackles as he sends three fiery rays at the catfolk. Merkass nimbly dodges two, but is struck by the third, burns blistering his lower leg even as the Sin Master chuckles. "Well... Both of his miss twice and hit once. Odd."
((Touch attack: Hit, miss, miss. 20 fire damage to Merkass.))
Damas' spell causes one of the Elite Guard to shiver uncontrollably even as Kethra misses with her kick.
Faralon's lightning bolt catches one of the Elite Guard dead on, but the one behind him manages to avoid much of the attack.
Laika falls prone at the Elite Guard's feet, though he does manage to avoid the counterattack meant for him.
Cedric lets out a terrible battlecry, lashing out twice at the Elite Guard engaging him, though a third time nearly sends him sprawling into the mud so powerful is his swing. On the first blow, the hammer lets out a tremendous crack as lightning explodes over its head, the massive slege caving in the chest armor of the Guard even as electricity shoots over the metal shell. The Guard stands in a daze.
"Can't... Can't be... Our armor..." he mutters. Then the hammer strikes him a second time, caving in the helmet, the skull below, and the fragile mind within.
((Critical Hit! Hit! Miss. 109 damage total. Elite Guard slain.))
Faltering after the sight of their comrade's brutal attack, the Elite Guard's blows fail to do the horrendous damage they did before.
"You'll pay for that..." murmurs one as he chops at Gabriel, only a single blow landing on the half giant. Another half hearted swing at Van produces a moderate wound from the second guard as the third roars incoherently with rage and buries his axe in Laika twice.
((Miss, Hit, Miss. 16 damage to Gabriel. Hit, Miss, Miss. 17 damage to Van. Hit, Hit, Miss. 40 damage to Laika.))
Another two Dark Elves wander out of the Wall of Sand.
Cultist Column:
1 Sin Master (123 damage.)
3 Elite Guard (9 damage. 1 Prone. 1 at 27 damage.)
5 Dark Elves
Next turn!

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun Dec 31, 2006 7:05 am
*The orglashes speak, though their words are inaudible, sounding as a windstorm. Quickly they move over to the Dark Elves emerging from their sand prison. As they move across what is left of the battlefield, they transform into creatures less like a snowstorm and more like a tornado. Their swirling masses engulf the helpless elves who can only struggle against the primal forces of nature. Any specators can see the results for only a short time before vision is clouded by *
((The orglashes turn into Whirlwinds and move over the Dark Elves (Does not provoke an AoO).
The elves must succeed on a DC 16 reflex save or take 6 and 5 damage, respectively.
Furthermore, the elves must succeed on a second DC 16 reflex save or be lifted into the air.
Any Elves leaving the wall of sand in the area must also make the saves.))
*Rhizor sighs. The fledgling evildoers still stood against them. Close to defeat, yet not defeated, and he detested the idea of using any more of his powerful magic upon them. Furthermore, the powers of the wild were too good for them at this point. The undead would feel that wrath. Rhizor flew forward a bit more, then in a somewhat unorthodox display, stretched out his right wing talon. A blast of a whitish substance flew forth from it, crackling with black energy toward the least injured, standing guard. The air about the ray becomes quickly dessicated, and the high speed of the blast tears at the guard's flesh, leaving him feeling weary and in disbelief. Rhizor thought to himself, "What an amazing mineral salt is."*
((Rhizor casts Fell Drained Salt Ray!
1d20 + 12 = 15 + 12 = 27 ranged touch.
Damage
5d6 = 2 + 3 + 3 + 2 + 4 = 14 damage.
DC 21 Fort save or be stunned.
The guard gains 1 negative level.))
*Charred fur. Charred flesh. Burning passion.
Merkass was ablaze in more than one way, and his mind raced. This had to end now. Merkass and the Sin Master were caught in a deadly game of cat and mouse, each attempting to outdo the other's firepower. As would be natural, Merkass could only hope he would come out as the cat. Merkass began to do one thing he rarely thought about. In his mind it seemed like an eternity, even though it occured in the matter of a few seconds. Merkass began to call out to Mitula. In his thoughts, a prayer raced by.*
: Rarely have I called to you, yet I stand before you now requesting your aid. I roam the plains, the forests, and the cities cleansing the world of that which is unpure in your name, so that the meek may live ever more peacefully. Mitula, grant my bow guidance against the guiles of this adversary so that he, as all evil, may be cleansed.
*Merkass feels as though his eyes narrow, focusing on the small details of the Sin Master's movement, no room for error in his shot now. Merkass slinks forward a step, then far to the side before firing another set of three arrows at the Sin Master, now normal arrows. Wasting no further time on the shot than necessary, Merkass drops into a defensive stance, ready to pounce from his spot in the case of a mishap.*
((Merkass casts Guided Shot! ***SWIFT ACTION***
Merkass' ranged attacks do not take distance penalties, ignore AC bonuses granted by anything less than total cover, and ignore miss chances granted to targets by anything less than total concealment for 1 round.
Attack, Manyshot, Fighting Defensively
1d20 + 33 - 6 - 4 = 15 + 23 = 38.
1d8 + 6d6 + 18 = 8 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 4 + 6 + 18 = 43.
1d8 + 5d6 + 18 = 3 + 3 + 1 + 4 + 6 + 5 + 18 = 40.
1d8 + 5d6 + 18 = 1 + 3 + 3 + 6 + 1 + 1 + 18 = 33.
-3 CON))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun Dec 31, 2006 8:46 am
Gabe takes a step over, unleashing a trio of attacks on the prone guard with the intention of bi-... no, trisecting him. ((Attack1: 1d20 +11 (bab) +1 (wpn) +8 (str) +1 (prayer) -5(pa) +2 (flank) = 27 Damage: 3d6 +1 (wpn) +12 (str) +1 (prayer) = 30
Attack1: 1d20 +11 (bab) +1 (wpn) +8 (str) +1 (prayer) -5(pa) +2 (flank) = 27
Damage: 3d6 +1 (wpn) +12 (str) +1 (prayer) = 28
Attack1: 1d20 +11 (bab) +1 (wpn) +8 (str) +1 (prayer) -5(pa) +2 (flank) = 18
Damage: 3d6 +1 (wpn) +12 (str) +1 (prayer) = 28))
Ashathel returns to the fight, tearing into one of the standing Elite Guards with a single stroke.
((Attack: 1d20 +11 (bab) +10 (wpn) +5 (dex) +3 (greaves) +2 (flank) +1 (prayer) = 38
Damage: 7d6 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +3 (str) +5 (int) +3 (greaves) +1 (prayer) = 44 regular, 10 holy; save vs. massive damage.))
==========
Damas again fired an orb of cold at one of the Guards.
((Lesser Orb of Cold cast on the most injured Elite Guard.
Attack: 1d20 +9 +1 (elation) +1 (prayer) = 20 touch.
Damage: 5d8 = 12))
Standing firm, the half-elf delivered a flurry of palm strikes, the third imbued with stunning force.
((Flurry of Blows on one of the Elite Guards.
AttacK1: 1d20 + 11 +2 (flank) +1 (elation) +1 (prayer) = 25
Damage: 2d8 +12 +1 (elation) +1 (prayer) = 19 electrical damage
AttacK2: 1d20 + 11 +2 (flank) +1 (elation) +1 (prayer) = 23
Damage: 2d8 +12 +1 (elation) +1 (prayer) = 23 electrical damage
Stunning Fist Declared
AttacK3: 1d20 + 11 +2 (flank) +1 (elation) +1 (prayer) = 34
Damage: 2d8 +12 +1 (elation) +1 (prayer) = 27 electrical damage
DC 20 fort save or be stunned for one round
AttacK4: 1d20 + 6 +2 (flank) +1 (elation) +1 (prayer) = 16
Damage: 2d8 +12 +1 (elation) +1 (prayer) = 20 electrical damage
Dodge / Elusive Dance to whatever enemy is closest.))
<}---{Ashathel: AC 28}---{>
HP: 33/89
<] Spells [>
Lvl 0: Disrupt Undead [2]
Lvl 1: Shield [2], Enlarge Person, L. Orb of Cold, L. Orb of Sound [2]
Lvl 2: Blur, Cat's Grace, Fox's Cunning, Baleful Transposition
Lvl 3: ----
<}---{Gabriel: AC 23}---{>
HP: 31/143
Rage: 0/1 per day
Primeval: 0/1 per day

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Dec 31, 2006 9:21 am
Merkass' arrows stick in the Sin Master's body, the arrowheads piercing through and hanging out the back of the man, who looks down at his torso in shock. "Well... done. Credit where it's due..." the man murmurs, blood pouring from his mouth as he collapses. As the man falls, Merkass suddenly gains new insight into the art of marksmanship, but also to dodging.
((Merkass gains his special, Sense! Once per day, for one round, all of Merkass' attacks hit, and all attacks against him miss. Total concealment/cover trumps this ability. This costs 4 skills points to acquire.))
All but two of the Dark Elves find themselves lifted into the air.
Laika slashes at the Elite Guard, but the power behind his strokes makes him less accurate and the Guard parries with his shield.
Beset by Ashathel, Cedric, Damas, Kethra, and a barrage of magic missles from Isyndel, one of the Elite Guards nearly falls, blood coating his armor from numerous wounds. With an incoherent roar, he swings his axe wildly at Ashathel, the nible warrior dodging aside with ease. The warrior continues to swing, and Ashathel continues to dodge.
((Miss. Miss. Miss.))
"You'll have to do better than that..." the prone guard growls as he swipes at Gabriel's knees with his weapon. The first blow misses, but the canny warrior reverses the swing to catch the half giant's leg. The cut opened is moderate, but it adds to the growing mass of wounds on Gabriel's body.
((Miss, Hit, Miss. Gabriel takes 20 damage.))
Van is struck twice, but able to shrug off the damage.
((Hit, Hit, miss. 28 damage to Van.))
Cultist Column:
3 Elite Guard (9 damage. 1 Prone and with 58 damage. 1 at 186 damage.)
5 Dark Elves (11 damage. 3 airborne)
Next turn!

Posted by: Rusty Sun Dec 31, 2006 9:38 am
*Faralon zaps two foes with a Lightning Bolt from the wand.* ((UMD check: 8 + yeah, I need a 1 to fail = pass. Damage: 37 electrical. REF save DC 19 for half damage. They passed.))

Posted by: Nightmare Sun Dec 31, 2006 2:32 pm
*Whiff*

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Jan 01, 2007 3:22 am
((Since nothing was every mentioned about the heal, assume Gabe gets it.)) *Their cargo in tow, the orglashes fly toward the elite guard and the force. The Elves are buffeted by the winds, stones, and ice flying about the elemental whirlwinds. Higher the Elves rise, ending at the top of the whirlwind forty feet in the air. The elementals reach their destination, then the spinning air ends. The elves are ejected, plummeting down toward the ground in front of the force.
((The orglashes deal
2d6 = 5 + 4 = 9.
2d6 = 2 + 3 = 5.
to the elves they have.
The elves take
4d6 = 5 + 6 + 4 + 2 = 17.
4d6 = 5 + 3 + 3 + 3 = 14.
4d6 = 2 + 5 + 1 + 4 = 12.
falling damage.))
*Rhizor should have known the guard would be hardier than that. If salt in their wounds would not be enough, then he would have to see how they fared against the very earth beneath their feet. One somewhat indisposed on the ground, and one severely injured, Rhizor's choice was obvious. Rhizor raises his wings into the air, and a stalagmite ushers forth from the ground right into the guard, leaving him little time to react.*
((Rhizor casts Sudden Stalagmite!
10d6 = 4 + 1 + 6 + 2 + 2 + 4 + 1 + 4 + 1 + 5 = 30.
Reflex save DC 23 for half damage and to avoid being impaled.))
*Van calls for aid, and it is met swiftly. He lays a hand upon the battered warrior, and while not providing a large amount of healing, it would be enough to get him through this battle at least. Aurik assures Van he need only hold out a little more.*
((Aurik casts CLW from a domain slot!
(1d8 + 5) = (6 + 5)*1.5 = 11*1.5 = 16 hp healed!))
*Merkass sighs in relief, his great adversary of the battle felled. He could only wonder what the Sin Master's departed soul was doing on its journey to the afterlife now. Was the Sin Master still lingering, watching him still? Was he headed toward the dark lords of the hellish pits of the afterlife? Merkass could not dwell on these issues, more pertinent matters at hand. He only wished he knew why this one bothered him as much as it did. Raising his bow once more, he fires once again, this time at the now emerging dark elves.*
((Attack depends on what's going on with the elves.
1d20 + 33 = 3 + 33 = 36.
Maximum penalty: -6.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Jan 01, 2007 3:23 pm
Zook snaps off two shots at the Dark Elves, or whatever's most hurt. ((To-hits are 40 and 25. Damages of 17 and 15))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jan 02, 2007 12:24 am
Partial update The elves all perish from their fall, even as the prone Elite Guard rolls out of the way of the stalactite. Continuing to roll, the Guard catches only half of the two lightning bolts aimed his way, the smell of fried flesh wafting in the air.
Zook's shots catch the heavily wounded Elite Guard, the bullet piercing the armor at a weak point and ricocheting around inside the massive plate until the mighty warrior simply keels over.
Cultist Column:
2 Elite Guard (9 damage. 1 Prone and with 110 damage.)

Posted by: FreedomJu Tue Jan 02, 2007 1:17 am
Faced with an opponent that had dealt him such grievious injury, Van resists the impulse to nod his thanks to Aurik and instead lashes out against the prone Elite Guard. ((Full Attack, PA 5 Hit=16+12+1(Enchantment)+5(STR)+1(Focus)+1(Prayer)+1(Elation)+4(Prone)-5(PA)=36
Hit=15+7+1(Enchantment)+5(STR)+1(Focus)+1(Prayer)+1(Elation)+4(Prone)-5(PA)= 30
Hit=15+2+1(Enchantment)+5(STR)+1(Focus)+1(Prayer)+1(Elation)+4(Prone)-5(PA)= 25
Damage=4+4(2d4)+8(STR1.5)+1(Enchantment)+1(Elation)+10(PA)=28
Damage= 3+4(2d4)+8(STR1.5)+1(Enchantment)+1(Elation)+10(PA)=27
Damage= 4+3(2d4)+8(STR1.5)+1(Enchantment)+1(Elation)+10(PA)=27
Dodge to the Guard I'm attacking
Perhaps not being able to get into the chat to roll in there was a good thing.....))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Jan 02, 2007 2:57 pm
Zook fires two more shots into the remaining enemy, emptying his rifle. ((to-hits 37 and 30. Damages 16 and 21))

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Jan 02, 2007 6:50 pm
*Merkass hustles quickly back to the others, shakes his head, then fires a set of arrows into the cult knights head.* ((Manyshot 1d20 + 36 - 6 = 19 + 30 = 49. Damage 1d8 + 6d6 + 18 = 5 + 5 + 5 + 1 + 3 + 4 + 3 + 18 = 44.
1d8 + 5d6 + 18 = 8 + 3 + 2 + 2 + 5 + 3 + 18 = 41.
1d8 + 5d6 + 18 = 1 + 5 + 5 + 3 + 6 + 3 + 18 = 41.))
*The orglashes attempt to pound on the fallen elite knight.*
((Slams
1d20 + 14 + 4= 15 + 18 = 33.
1d20 + 14 + 4 = 10 + 18 = 28.
Damage
2d6 + 1d6 (cold) + 4 = 3 + 6 + 3 + 4 = 16.
2d6 + 1d6 (cold) + 4 = 1 + 3 + 1 + 4 = 9.))

Posted by: Nightmare Wed Jan 03, 2007 3:12 am

QUOTE (TheUnknownMarine @ Mon Jan 01, 2007 8:24 pm)
Partial update

((Am I the only one that read this?))

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Jan 04, 2007 1:16 am
*Ashathel and Gabriel lash out, ever impatient with this battle, lash out at the remaining guard.* ((Ashathel - Full Attack with Force Sword 1d20 + 32 = 2 + 32 = 34. 1d20 + 27 = 11 + 27 = 38. 1d20 + 22 = 8 + 22 = 30.
Damage
7d6 + 2d6 + 12 = 6 + 4 + 2 + 6 + 3 + 4 + 6 + 4 + 1 + 12 = 48.
7d6 + 2d6 + 12 = 4 + 5 + 1 + 6 + 6 + 3 + 3 + 6 + 1 + 12 = 47.
7d6 + 2d6 + 12 = 4 + 5 + 3 + 2 + 5 + 1 + 3 + 1 + 6 + 12 = 42.
Gabriel - Full Attack PA 5
Attack1: 1d20 + 23 - 5 = 19 + 18 = 37.
Confirm: 1d20 = 18 = 17 + 18 = 35.
Damage: (3d6 + 14 + 10)*2 = 6d6 + 56 = 4 + 3 + 1 + 5 + 3 + 56 = 72.
Attack1: 1d20 + 18 - 5 = 10 + 13 = 23
Damage: 3d6 + 24 = 6 + 1 + 2 + 24 = 33.
Attack1: 1d20 + 13 - 5 = 7 + 8 = 15.
If there's a cleave, 1d20 + mods = 8 + mods))
*Kethra does the dance of the sugar plum fairies.*
*Damas digs a hole. It is a fine hole.*

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Jan 04, 2007 6:03 am
Van and Gabriel slay their Elite Guard, the rapid and forceful beating simply too much for the outnumbered warrior. Meanwhile, Ashathel has managed to slice off quite a lot of flesh from his target, though it hasn't died yet. "I'll take you to hell with me, elf!" the last enemy screams as he slashes at Ashathel with his axe. The blow lands, but does little more than to anger the elven swordsman.
((Miss, Hit, Miss. 15 damage to Ashathel.))
The swordsman replies only with a graceful counterattack that slips the Force Sword through his opponent's armor in several places, several times.
Victory!!
2500 XP for everyone!
The Elven Scouts run breathlessly up to the group, pointing.
"While you were fighting, we had an idea, and took all the remaining skirmishing soldiers we had in the forest to head off that last Cultist column. It took some doing, and we took a lot of casualities, but it's been wiped out. Now all that's left is the undead marching on the city..."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Jan 04, 2007 12:07 pm
((Zook gained a level! yaaaaaaaay +10 HP, +13 skillpoints, +1 BAB, +1 REF, +1 WILL, Lead Collaboration[x9])) Zook gulps. "Well, uh... shall we be off, then?"

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Jan 04, 2007 4:44 pm
((Aurik becomes level 13 (Clr 5/Combat Medic 5/RSoV 3)! HP increase by 8! BAB increases by 1! REF increases by 1! Heal increases by 1!
Knowledge Religion increases by 1!
Spellcraft increases by 1!
Spot increases by 1!
Aurik gains 1 2nd level spell!
Aurik gains 1 4th level spell!
Aurik gains 1 7th level spell!
Aurik gains the ability Aura of Warding!
))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Jan 04, 2007 5:37 pm
[Kethra is now level 13! * Max HP increases by 5. * Listen skill increases by 1. Spot and Tumble skills increase by 2. * Kethra gains ability Diamond Soul (Spell Resistance: 10 + Monk Level = 23).] Kethra breathes heavily, all of the fighting and the wounds she has suffered making her feel quite tired. Now was not the time to let such a thing get to her, however. They still had some work to do before the city would be safe. Kethra stands up strait and waits for orders.
Damas is also tired, due to all of the spells he has cast in such a short time. He glances at Isyndel for just a brief moment before he turns his attention to the elven scouts, and then finally to those in the front line.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Jan 04, 2007 6:42 pm
Zook rubs at his temples, as if he was forgetting something. A light flips on behind his eyes and he stands bolt upright, triumphant, before slouching back into weariness. "Leviathan, form up, heal up, and get ready to move out on Cedric's word. Remember we're fighting undead, now." He sighs. "Then maybe we can take a break and count the fallen."

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Jan 05, 2007 5:37 am
Cedric nods grimly, "Let us wipe the blight of undeath from this forest...then...perhaps...we can rest." [Cedric leads the group after the undead... When they near the undead, he channels Divine Shield and Power Surge.]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Jan 05, 2007 9:02 am
"Wyvern, reassemble. Dunno what you might have left, Sulia, but I know I saved some nice stuff for these losers. We've also got some wounds we need patched up." ((Dropping a bunch of stuff on people when we get close to the undead column. Ash: Blur, Cat's Grace, Fox's Cunning
Gabe: Shield
Van: Shield
If Van wants the Enarge Person, he can get it; if not, then it'll be cast on Gabe just before he goes primeval.))
<}---{Ashathel: AC 25}---{>
HP: 33/89
<] Spells [>
Lvl 0: Disrupt Undead [2]
Lvl 1: L. Orb of Cold, L. Orb of Sound [2]
Lvl 2: Baleful Transposition
Lvl 3: ----
<}---{Gabriel: AC 23}---{>
HP: 11/143
Rage: 1/2 per day
Primeval: 1/2 per day

Posted by: Rusty Fri Jan 05, 2007 10:22 am
*Faralon nods to Phoenix, and then to the group as a whole.* : "I still have the Staff of Healing that we obtained earlier. Aurik, since this is your field of expertise, I'll let you take care of that task again. Phoenix, the only orders I have for you right now is to catch your breath and relax as best you can before we have to press on. We just fought a lot of foes, and though we're not done yet, I think it would be best to take it easy if only for a minute or two. Oh, and actually, if you have any spells that can be cast prior to battle, do so as we're about to leave."
((What's everyone at, HP-wise?
Also, I have some protective spells left, like Displacement, as well as a Sonic Weapon or two if we need them. The other Sonic Weapon spell(s?) I cast should still be in effect as it's minute per level.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Fri Jan 05, 2007 3:52 pm
OOC: What does Enlarge Person do exactly? If someone casts a Haste, keep in mind I do have a Haste potion, so if that Haste is better off used on someone else, feel free and I'll use the potion. Van is at 43/96... and 600 EXP away from leveling.

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Fri Jan 05, 2007 4:04 pm
Isyndel caught the look from Damas and matched it briefly with an icy glare in return before quickly jerking her eyes in another direction as if he were nothing. She found solace on the ground nearby, pulling her knees against her chest as she caught her breath. Sleet came from the shadows, the coal coated feline's yellow eyes darting to and fro before brushing against the wizardess' legs with her tail high in the air. Isyndel reached and traced her fingers over her coat softly, both thankful and saddened that the other voice still did not deign to speak with her.
((Isyndel will cast the following before the battle.
Haste (12 Targets)
Mass Cat's Grace (12 Targets)
Protection From Evil
Protection From Evil
Mage Armor
Invisibility (If anybody wants it)
She's missing like 18 HP or something like that.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Jan 05, 2007 4:55 pm
((Gabe should be at full given that Aurik dropped a heal spell on him. Also, from when Aurik cast prayer it should last 3 minutes. It may remain in effect. 10 Charges of CSW: 3d8 + 15 = 3 + 3 + 8 + 15 = 29. Merkass 3d8 + 15 = 8 + 1 + 2 + 15 = 26. Merkass
3d8 + 15 = 1 + 8 + 6 + 15 = 30. Van
3d8 + 15 = 7 + 3 + 2 + 15 = 27. Merkass
3d8 + 15 = 7 + 4 + 4 + 15 = 30.
3d8 + 15 = 7 + 5 + 5 + 15 = 32.
3d8 + 15 = 3 + 6 + 5 + 15 = 29. Van
3d8 + 15 = 2 + 1 + 1 + 15 = 19. Isyndel
3d8 + 15 = 6 + 8 + 1 + 15 = 30.
3d8 + 15 = 8 + 7 + 4 + 15 = 34.))
*Merkass searches through the remains of his fallen adversary. The man reeks of evil to the core. His weapon and armor are both also tainted by its stench. His magic rings and cape are loosed from his body. The cape removed, the body seems more tangible, and Merkass became aware of why his attacks missed. Seeing nothing of particular interest on the Sin Master, Merkass takes his dagger, cuts a piece of cloth from his clothing to take with him, then gathers the Sin Master's belongings and reports them to Cedric. When they are ready to take off, Merkass leads out ahead of the group once more, tracking the final column down. Once Aurik casts his spell, Merkass asks Zook for a quick adjustment on his bow.*
((Listen: 1d20 + 21 + 3 = 4 + 24 = 28.
Spot: 1d20 + 18 + 3= 20 + 18 + 10 = 48.
Search: 1d20 + 19 + 3= 12 + 22 = 34.
Survival: 1d20 + 16 + 3 = 14 + 19 = 33.
Merkass asks Zook to take all of 5 seconds (if that) to increase the mighty bonus on his bow.))
*Aurik tends to the wounds of the wounded. Before arriving at the (hopefully) final battlefield, Aurik calls upon the strength of Volcanon to enhance his allies' abilities and the encompassing protection of his wings to stave off their enemies' attacks.*
((CSWs posted above.
Aurik casts Mass Bull's Strength
Aurik casts Divine Protection right before battle.
+4 STR, +1 to AC, +1 to saves.
If necessary, Aurik will recast Elation, granting another +2 STR (morale, not enhancement), +2 DEX, and +5' move speed.))
*Rhizor looks over the destruction of the enemy's forces with pleasure. Their fate was inevitable. The undead they would face would fall similarly. Without words, Rhizor assumes the form of a large, primitive looking bear. He growls, then walks around before they finally head off. Before reaching the scene, Rhizor casts a number of spells to enhance his battle prowess. His snout contorts into something more fearsome, and once Gabriel assumes his own animal form, both of the fearsome creatures grow in size.*
((Rhizor assumes Dire Bear form.
Rhizor casts Bite of the Werebear.
Rhizor casts Animal Growth on himself and Gabriel. Both occur right before the battle.
Rhizor casts Greater Magic Fang on himself and Gabriel.
Rhizor casts Nature's Favor on himself and Gabriel.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Jan 05, 2007 6:54 pm
[Kethra will take the 32, bringing her up to 85/91. Damas is at 59/64, so I'm not worried.] Damas catches the cold look from Isyndel, and he sighs. He does not dwell on it, though; there was still work to be done. [Greater Invisibility: Merkass, Kethra
I have three more 3rd level slots that I'm willing to use, and three more 4th level spell slots I'm willing to use. If anyone else wants a buff, tell me, ok?]

Posted by: FreedomJu Sat Jan 06, 2007 4:58 am
((Van will take a 30 HP charge, bringing him up to 73/96. As well as that Enlarge Person.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Jan 06, 2007 6:35 am
The following should be correct, after all the above listed buffs and others that are supposed to be cast: <}---{Ashathel: AC 26}---{> HP: 120/120 Buffs: - Haste
- Cat's Grace
- Fox's Cunning
- Blur
- Bull's Strength
- Elation
- Prayer
- Sonic Weapon
<] Spells [>
Lvl 0: Disrupt Undead [2]
Lvl 1: L. Orb of Cold, L. Orb of Sound [2]
Lvl 2: Baleful Transposition
Lvl 3: ----
<}---{Gabriel: AC 31}---{>
HP: 251/251
Buffs:
- Haste
- Cat's Grace
- Bull's Strength
- Shield
- Elation
- Prayer
- Nature's Favor
- Greater Magic Fang
Rage: 1/2 per day
Primeval: 1/2 per day

Posted by: Rusty Sat Jan 06, 2007 6:37 am
((I have Displacement spells for people that want them - up to three of them. Casting Sonic Weapon on Ashathel's weapon (as noted above). Also, I have a couple of uses of Bardic Music left after all, so before we head to battle I'm going to use Harmony and start singing, the usual +4 to attack and damage, +3 to saves vs. fear and charm effects for all allies.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Jan 06, 2007 9:51 am
((When you're ready to roll, let me know.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Sat Jan 06, 2007 4:46 pm
((Van has currently... Shield Bull's Cunning Diving Protection Elation
Enlarge Person
Prayer
Haste (via spell or potion... either one)
Am I missing anything?
AC of 21... I think
My hit and damage rolls should look something like this now...
Hit=1d20+BAB+1(Enchantment)+8(STR)+1(Focus)+1(Prayer)+1(Haste)+1(Elation)+4(Bard)-1(Enlarge)
Damage=2d4+12(STR1.5)+1(Enchantment)+1(Elation)+4(Bard)
That look correct?))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Jan 07, 2007 2:41 am

QUOTE (Kaihaku @ Thu Jan 04, 2007 11:37 pm)
Cedric nods grimly, "Let us wipe the blight of undeath from this forest...then...perhaps...we can rest." [Cedric leads the group after the undead... When they near the undead, he channels Divine Shield and Power Surge.]

^^^^^^^
En route, Cedric also casts protection from evil.

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun Jan 07, 2007 5:17 am
((You have thumbs up from Merkass, Aurik, and Rhizor.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Jan 08, 2007 11:33 am
War never changes. The cries of the dying and wounded, the chaos and confusion of battle, the stench of the dead. To survive war, steel is needed, in the hand, in the mind, and of courage. One must be alert, quick, and decisive. Above all else, one must expect the unexpected. Adaptibility is key despite this being a sort of paradox because...
War... never... changes...
Shining Force: The Chaos War.
Cypress Campaign Gaiden Final Battle.
Cedric's group reaches the town, Cult advance force dead littering the streets alongside scattered elven warriors even as the few defenders that remain prepare for the final wave. A weary Kyoji, greets the paladin, the radiant Lillend and earthly druid at his sides.
"One more set to go," Ashathel said. "How are their defenses looking?"
"It's good to see you made it. Status?" Kyoji asks, holding his side. "Many of the defenders left to stave off a troop column that got too close. Of those that came back and those that remained, we have fifty veterans. The new soldiers... didn't last," Kyoji reports, sadly.
The elf nodded grimly. "And what of the undead column approaching? What do we know about them, besides their lack of natural life?"
"Only the undead column should remain." Cedric states wearily, glancing around at the defenders, "We should be able to handle it without the aid of the local defenders."
"Then what do you want them to do?"
"Enough of them have died this day..." Cedric states sadly, "I'm fairly confident that we can take on the foe without any deaths...in our ranks. I cannot say the same for them."
"I'm unsure of that. The enemy's elite looks to be fairly small, but they've great numbers of zombies and skeletons," Kyoji reports.
"Cedric, whether we need their help or not, they're going to be with us. You know they won't stand down until they're all gone."
The Lillend frowns, speaking in a singsong voice, "Sir Cedric, this warrior of the wilds is the head of defenses here, perhaps we should consult her."
"The horde approaches!" one of the scouts cries.
"There is no time for talk." Cedric mutters with a frown, "The local defenders will form up behind us, catching any foes that slip through and providing ranged support." He glances around, "Melee in the front supported by the clerics, casters and ranged in the back." He whispers a prayer of protection then moves after the scout.
The unsettling moans and cries of the damned fill the air as the elves scurry behind cover or on top of roofs, using their home to their advantage.
Kyoji sighs and gingerly touches his ring. "For what it's worth against those with no eyes..." Then he vanishes from sight.
Cedric closes his eyes and focuses his energy, an aura of strength surrounds him.
The dimly glowing pinpricks of light that are the first rank of undead's eyes pierce the shadows of the forest... Followed by an unsettling and all too familiar laugh.
"I would tell you to go to hell..." Cedric mutters bitterly, "...but they already threw you out of there."
"Well HELL-o to you too, Cedric," the voice echoes from nowhere. "That was bad, but I've spent too much time in the company of beings of questionable humor. But you shouldn't be so cross... I have a special treat for all of you!"
"You're finally going to stay dead?" Ashathel asked.
"Close, but no... You're finally going to stay dead! I worked very hard on this, you should be flattered I took so much time out of my schedule for just you insects!"
"I've something just for you... Tailored for each of you..."
The earth then begins to rumble and shake.
The Final Blow of Evil: http://www.shinola.radh.com/guest/Rusty/Granzon.mid
Fissures split open in the ground, causing some of the elves to plummet into them with screams. In other places, massive slabs of earth jut from the ground. Buildings are splintered and cleaved as the massive rock walls ascend like fangs of stone.
Faralon manages to leap to side as a fissure opens up beneath him, but he now finds himself seperated from his brother. Kyoji leaps as well, ending up near Faralon, but then one of the jutting rocks cuts the two off from each other.
A pit opens up beneath Cedric and the paladin falls, grabbing onto the ledge with his hands while in other places, shimmering walls of force spring up to cut Zook and the spellcasters off from each other.
"Damn you, this isn't the first time I've been cast into a pit..." Cedric spits out, struggling to pull himself up with hatred burning in his eyes.
Cedric can't seem to pull himself out. The nearest person is Gabriel, not yet cut off from the paladin. More rock walls are sprining up, accompanied by the walls of force...
Lilah takes flight, soaring into the air. Lilah is immediately accosted by the rotting carcasses of a pair of undead birdmen. Meanwhile, the wave of zombies and skeletons crash into the surviving elven forces that stand outside this chaotic battleground forming.
Gabriel, now in lionine form, extends a paw to help the paladin.
Lilah lashes out with the energy blade, singing out, "The archfiend did sent my fallen kind, can thou do no better?"
Cedric takes the paw with a wry grin. The lion easily plucks the paladin up from his predicament.
*Cautious about his surroundings, Faralon begins a tune to help counter the sudden horrible situation the force has found themselves in.*
Cedric scarcely has time to nod his thanks before the ground underneath them explodes in a shower of rubble as another wall rises in between the two, causing Cedric to roll to the ground in a heap...
((Each player character is now on there own. Cut of by a combination of magical walls, rock formations and fissures from the earthquake as well as the confusion of battle, you're by yourself as the battle rages around you...))
Cedric
As the Holy Knight manages to pull himself together, the tremors that had knocked him off his feet finally subsiding, he sees a figure out of the corner of his eye.
"Pick up your weapon, knight of the weak whore," the massive figure challenges. The knight is a full seven feet tall, clad in ash-black armor. A thin-slitted helmet offers a view of twin burning red pinpricks that serve as eyes. Huge gaunteleted hands clutch a giant blackened morningstar that might once have been beautiful, patches of silver shining out occasionally from it. The armor of the knight was once beautiful as well, delicates engravings and runes marking it in places, though much of it is scratched, marred, and melted. The warrior hefts his morningstar in his right hand even as a massive slab of iron... a tower shield without equal is raised to his left. "Come, warrior. Come... paladin," the word is spat with obvious distaste.
"We shall settle this dispute... With honor."
Cedric's Battle: Sir Perevis of the Black Star.
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Lilah
The twin birdmen twist and turn in the wind with unnatural grace for their rotting bodies even as they flank the winged celestial and prepare to attack. Bone peeks through molded and disease ridden flesh as blank eyes, the eyes no longer of a being but of a pure predator look over the flying morsel in front of them.
Lilah's Battle: Winged Terrors (x2)
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Zook
"You would bring the tools of a dead world back to life..." a watery voice proclaims as Zook turns to see the soaked and machine-bespotted figure of Drowned Eye in front of him. The skeleton's fleshless grin can't help but send chills up the tinker's spine. "But... can you bring the world itself back? No... No one can. Then it is futile. Die."
The skeleton levels his chain gun.
Zook's battle: Drowned Eye Elite.
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Faralon
"Mmmmmmm, this is the toy I'm to have?" a sultry female voice speaks beside Faralon as the unnaturally seductive form of a succubus materializes next to him. Leathery wings jut from the demon's back while horns stab forward from her skull. Crimson hair billows backward as slitted and predatory eyes look over the elf. Delicate hands toy with the coils of a flaming whip as the demon grins.
"I've heard that voice singing many a time in the heat of battle. That voice of yours calling out across the war torn land that will soon belong to the Demon Horde. Your voice too, shall soon belong to us. It's wasted on mortals... but soon you'll use it to sing my praises and that of my sisters... if I let them. My name is Ilraiel... and we're going to have a lot of fun."
Faralon's battle: Ilraiel (Succubus)
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Castor
Castor finds himself hemmed in by a rock wall, a fissure, and a force wall against the rubble of a collapsed elven house. His trusty Atlas Axe at his side, the massive minotaur can't help but feel he should be doing more... more then he's ever done before.
These thoughts are interrupted as a decaying and bloody hand shoots up from the rubble of the house. More than that, the hand is also big... as big as Castor's hands are. Twin horns emerge from the pile of broken wood, followed by a decaying bovine muzzle and the beaten, battered body below...
Castor's battle: Pollux
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"Are you looking for your husband?" A voice inquires of Sulia as the Favored Soul of the Light finds herself trapped on all sides by fissures, standing tall on a pillar of rock twenty by twenty feet around. A devilishly handsome male demon appears, barechest and holding a rapier in one hand, with which he playfully swings in the air. Bat-like wings beat smoothly to keep him aloft. He casually looks at his nails, then points the rapier at Sulia. "You won't find him, I'm afraid. He's quite dead. Slain in the service of our great lord, Shailtor. I understand if you're upset... he was..." the demon grins unwholesomely "Quite a handful. But come now..." the demon grins and chuckles as he says this. "Why are you wasting your time fighting? There are so many other... delicious ways to release pent up aggression... And besides, we have so much in common... Heh... Heheheh... More than you'd like to know... My name is Harrel. Yours is Sulia. Now that introductions are over..." the demon licks his lips. "Shall we... heh... get down to business?"
Sulia's battle: Harrel the Incubus.
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Van
Van, forced away from the main group's struggles by the calvacade of spells finds his back to the doorway of the village's only tavern. The innkeeper opens the door a crack and shrieks fearfully, "Don't let them in!"
Then he slams the door shut even as a quartet of skeletons run towards the halberdier.
Van's battle: Skeleton Soldiers (x4)
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Ashathel
The elven bladesinger finds himself alone for the first time in quite a while as towering walls of rock lock him in on every side. Then his keen elven eyes catch something... A flash of black leaping from wall to wall as it makes its way down. The figure ceases as it strikes the ground, light blue skin and hair and pointed ears marking him as a...
"Dark elf," the elf says, standing. "Or devil elf. Many other names besides. You've killed many of my brethren, Ashathel of the Burning Blade. Brethren that sung and supped and sat with me time and again. Is it for their sakes that I asked the lich for this task when the final column marched...
A long, curved blade flashes from one hand as a wide-hilted dagger is raised from the other. "I, Elemenst Urdos of the Shattered Moon clan challenge you, Ashathel Faesaen to a duel."
Ashathel's battle: Elemenst Urdos
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Merkass
Whirling magical energes closed in on the catfolk who'd always been so used to wide open spaces. Walls he could scale. Pits he could leap over. But this cascading and shimmering energy mocked his considerable skill as a scout and seemed to dare him to try and escape.
Then it hit his nostrils.
The stench of evil.
More than a stench, a smell so foul only the gods could possibly withstand it with any amount of stoicism. Merkass reeled at the reek suffusing his small personal arena as a fat, rotting hand broke through the surface of the earth and a bloated, rotting corpse pulled itself from a crude tunnel, eyes blazing. The sickly creature grins, exposing yellowed and cracked teeth set into a once feline jaw.
"Hey, kit. I've got a deal fer ya... If ye kin kill me, ye kin use mah tunnel to rejoin yer allies in the heat of battle... But the way I see it, it'll be acting as yer grave when I eat ya and crawl back in for some digestion time! Ha!"
The sickening ghoul lunges at Merkass, slavering jaws distended wide.
Merkass' battle: Plague Ghoul (Former Catfolk)
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Isyndel
"Magic," a voice speaks tonelessly around Isyndel. Mist floats in the sky above her, mist sparkling with inner motes of light. "It is the magic you seek. The knowledge you crave, isn't it? Yet you continually dealwith the fleshly bumblings of these bags of meat that accompany you. You perpetually consort with these sacks of failure, these crude lumps of matter..."
The motes of light flash within the cloud. "Rather than give into the magic, you merely use it to aid the worthless specks you call your 'friends' and 'allies'. Such impurities have no place in the pure and sublime realm of the arcane. Thus you must be eliminated as a flawed outlet of magical energy. What a waste of intellect."
Isyndel's battle: Arcanehon
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Kethra
After a mad struggle to stay on her feet and not in a pit, Kethra finds herself at the edge of the fight, elves firing arrows into zombies, stabbing swords uselessly into skeletons. A jangling of bones alerts her as a group of the latter diverts to engage her, rusty swords and shields raised for combat!
Kethra's battle: Skeleton Soldiers x4
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Aurik
"Cleric of the fiery one, it is good to see another of your kind on the field of battle," a pale human in black plate armor cheerfully calls out to Aurik. The good-toned words are then called into question as the man readies a shield and flail, swinging the weapon casually as he walks closely. He grins evilly, fangs exposed. "It's been a while since I had the pleasure of killing one..."
Aurik's battle: Venethetrion the Unholy.
((Rest are pending. It's 5 AM and I have class. Sorry.))

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