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Posted by: Rusty Sun Dec 30, 2007 2:17 am
((Buffs, since I didn't get a chance to post this closer to Christmas. Faralon: Snowsong Sonic Weapon on the weapons of Merkass, Alexander, Cedric, and Van Haste on everybody
Harmony
Bardic music (+8 to attack and weapon damage, +8 to saves vs. charm and fear effects, since special was used. Lasts 1 round [so it'd drop back down to half of this], so I'll be using the special again next round.)
Ombligo:
Greater Mighty Whallop on Cedric (+3 size increase to weapon damage)
Protection from Evil on self
Alexander:
The following auras are up:
Watchful Eye (+8 to REF saves)
Motivate Ardor (+2 to damage)
Protection from Evil on self
I'll take that Enlarge Person if I can. The bolded buffs are the ones in play even with the Ground Orb.))
*Faralon sings as he shoots three arrows into the Ur Priest that Learalas attacked, frustrated that many of his spells have been negated.*
((5' to Z11. Rapid Shot.
#1: Roll to hit...12 + 8 [BAB - 2] + 4 [DEX] + 8 [music] + 1 [Elation] = 33.
Damage: 5 [arrow] + 1 [STR] + 8 [music] + 2 [aura] = 16.
#2: Roll to hit...11 + 8 [BAB - 2] + 4 [DEX] + 8 [music] + 1 [Elation] = 32.
Damage: 5 [arrow] + 1 [STR] + 8 [music] + 2 [aura] = 16.
#3: Roll to hit...18 + 3 [BAB - 2] + 4 [DEX] + 8 [music] + 1 [Elation] = 34.
Damage: 5 [arrow] + 1 [STR] + 8 [music] + 2 [aura] = 16.))
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*Ombligo focuses on the enemy straight ahead, hoping to slow them down with a Bolt spell.*
: "Someone stop them from getting closer!"
((Hitting the three Lemons in the center
Electric Damage: 6 5 2 3 2 4 3 6 1 2 = 34 electric damage
Sonic Damage: 3 sonic damage
Total Damage: 37
No save vs. damage.
FORT save DC 22 vs. possible one round stun effect.))
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: "If you choose to side with fiends, then you choose death. Hal, focus solely on healing. Stay at the center of our force so you can quickly heal anyone, should they need it, and preserve your strongest magic when possible. Michael and Laeralas, work with me in targetting their healers..."
*At this point, Alexander sees Michael, and then Laeralas, take initiative.*
: "I see you're as anxious as I am to get things done! Very well. Everyone, there are many spellcasters here. Be on your guard for great spells!"
((Free action: Enter Holy Fury - Gain 12 Holy Fury points
Immediate action: Protection Devotion - everyone within 30' gains +5 sacred bonus to AC for 1 minute
Move action: Move to U7.
Standard action: (Attack Ur Priest at U6) Roll to hit...8 + 14 [BAB] + 5 [STR w/ Elation] + 8 [music] + any buffs I might be missing? = 34.
Damage: 4 [sword] + 5 [STR w/ Elation] + 8 [holy] + 2 [aura] + 8 [music] = 27. Ignores up to 5 points of DR. If he's for some reason an outsider, my attack will do an extra 3d6 damage.
Heroic Surge for a second standard action: using feat: Divine Shield. I gain +8 to my AC for 7 rounds. Turn attempt spent.))
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Posted by: GOD*JESUS Sun Dec 30, 2007 11:54 pm
Thavon, who was there all along (and clearly went unnoticed) flew as high as the low ceiling would allow, severely limiting his advantage. The Birdman casts haste, although unfourtunately less effective than the one it's replacing. ((Thavon flies up to the 20' ceiling and ends his turn above Alex's starting position.
Effected by haste are: Thavon, Alex, Enrick, Laerelas, Sorel, Gail, Cedric, Merkass, Van, Jim, Shiela
It lasts for 11 rounds.))

Posted by: Cyrus Mon Dec 31, 2007 12:12 am
Gail feels layer after layer of protective and beneficial magic peel from her, the paladin's divine hatred fading and draining into normalcy. However, the knight errant keeps her focus, intoning a short prayer to replace the soft blue glow of good that had left her weapon. She then takes her place between the two commanders, raising her shield in anticipation as she seals the gap to the weaker members of the force.
[Cast Bless Weapon, move to U8, Fighting Defensively.
HP: 165/165.
AC: 36
Saves: Fort +23/Ref +23/Will +18(+26 vs. charm)]
~~~~~
Anthem shrieks defiantly as the conflict breaks out, plummeting from the air to fall upon a nearby priest with snapping beak and lashing talons.
[Dive at Ur-priest at U6. Occupies V6, V7, W6, W7.
Attack roll(bite): 3(1d20)+11(BAB)+6(STR)+2(charge)+8(music)+11(smite)=40.
Damage: 8(2d6)+6(STR)+8(music)+11(smite)=33.
Attack roll(claw1): 2(1d20)+11(BAB)+6(STR)+2(charge)+8(music)-2(multiattack)=26.
Damage: 1(1d4)+3(STR)+8(music)=12.
Attack roll(claw2): 3(1d20)+11(BAB)+6(STR)+2(charge)+8(music)-2(multiattack)=27.
Damage: 3(1d4)+3(STR)+8(music)=14.
Attack roll(rake1): 14(1d20)+11(BAB)+6(STR)+2(charge)+8(music)-2(multiattack)=39.
Damage: 3(1d6)+3(STR)+8(music)=14.
Attack roll(rake2): 6(1d20)+11(BAB)+6(STR)+2(charge)+8(music)-2(multiattack)=31.
Damage: 2(1d6)+3(STR)+8(music)=13.
Total Damage: 33+12+14+14+13=86 points of damage.
HP: 103/103.
AC: 22.
Saves: Fort +10/Ref +17/Will +4(+12 vs. charm)]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jan 01, 2008 2:07 am
Laeralas darts forward, a column of flame accompanied by an animated fiery serpent searing the flesh of the nearest Ur priest. Van is swift to follow up the elf's magical assault with his own attack of brute force. ((PA 4. Nat 20. Confirmed. Critical hit! 9+8+4+2= 23x3= 69 damage not counting bonuses Van might have I don't know about. Lesser Ur Priest dies.))
Van takes a few steps forward and decapitates the hapless priest with a single swipe of his glaive, mimicking Castor's own assault on the Blackguard moments before. Faralon notes his target's death and looks over the battlefield for a new opponent.
Michael soars over the water, sending a blast of mystical energy at the Ur Priest near there. The fat spellcaster staggers back, pain flashing across his face.
"Warlock... But with holy energy?! Impossible!" the priest mutters. He opens his mouth to say more or cast a retaliating spell, but is cut short and cut down as Faralon's arrows thud into him. He whirls around just in time to see Alexander bearing down on him, finishing him off with a single sword thrust.
His target downed, Anthem tenses himself for immediate action in case of attack.
((Full defense.))
Jim's grenade blows the Ur Enforcers off their feet, only to be electrocuted by Ombligo's bolt spell. When the soldiers shakily rise, it is Merkass who adminsters the coup de grace with a single arrow to the throat for each of the soldiers.
: "My turn now! Wooo!" Sheila yells, vaulting herself over the others to dash forward towards the enemy, pistols blazing as she runs. The shots each blast through the nearest Lesser Ur Priest, the blasphemous spellcaster staggering back, disbelief in his eyes, as if he could not comprehend such a fate for himself.
((Heroic Surge: Move up 70' thanks to haste. Full attack: All hit. 156 damage to the Lesser Ur Priest. Lesser Ur Priest dies.))
Cedric moves forward, his silence barely concealing his rage. An Ur Enforcer moves toward him, his hand glowing with fel energy. The Holy Knight easily dodges the grasping hand of the minion of Ur, however.
The Doomguards utter dark words from darker mouths and the halls of Mitula are filled with columns of fire.
"Take cover!" Jim yells, rolling to the side as Sheila dives out of the way of twin fiery blasts.
((The Doomguards call down a Fire Storm each. Ref save DC 22 for half damage. 68 and 64 fire damage, respectively. All are affected. Sheila evades. Jim evades.))
The priest in the very back makes a gesture and a roaring column of flame erupts from the ground to burn those around Alex.
(( Flamestrike. 59 damage to Alex, Gail, Anthem, Sorel, and Michael. Half fire/half divine. Ref save DC 20.))
The remaining Lesser Ur Priests begin to chant, waving their hands in an attempt to dismiss Sorel's spell of roses. Nothing happens at first, but a final priest mimics the gesture and the spell vanishes.
((Dispel Magic on Rain of Roses, three times. Failure. Failure. Success.))
Invisibly, the two Ur Priests nearest the group make gestures and quietly chant. Twin storms of slashing divine blades erupt into being within the group, defying any attempt at evasion and opening terrible wounds.
((Blast level 4 cast twice. Everyone is caught in the AoE except Michael, Sheila, and Cedric. All those people take 52 physical damage. No save.))
The Blackguards murmur a swift blasphemy and points at the group. Fell energy cascades around the warriors of light, robbing them of their senses and sapping them of their strength.
((Mass Crippling Curse: Everyone in the group except Michael, Cedric, Sheila, and Thavon take -2 untyped penalty to AC, attack rolls, damage rolls, and Ref saves. They also suffer a -8 temporary penalty to their STR score. Will save DC 20 negates. Jim saves. Sheila saves, but has to burn an action point to do so.))
The other Blackguard utters a curse and slashes his sword down in Hal's direction. A bolt of utterly black energy shoots unerringly for the fat priest, striking him and scrambling his thoughts wildly.
((Mind Break. Will Save DC 19 or Hal cannot cast spells for 3 rounds.))
Next turn!
Deadline Thursday.

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Jan 01, 2008 3:14 am

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Jan 01, 2008 3:42 am
The fell magic of Ur sweeps across Hal and his friends, ravaging their ranks with fire, stolen divine energy, and whirlwinds of tearing blades. Then the blackguard's curse rolls over them, and Hal succumbs. His limbs wither and tremble. His breathing becomes labored. Above all else there is the overwhelming urge to sit, to stop, to rest.
Hal staggers behind Sorel, muttering to himself in a feeble whisper while his trembling hands trace holy sigils.
"Accende lumen sensibus, infunde amorem cordibus, infirma nostri corporis virtute firmans perpeti. Hostem repellas longius, pacemque dones protinus, ductore sic te praevio vitemus omne noxium."
In rapid succession, two waves of brilliant light, white tinged with gold, radiate out from Hal to everyone clustered at the entrance of the temple. Their wounds are greatly softened.
((Hal passes all saves except the one for Crippling Curse. He moves to the square due south of Sorel's current position and casts two Domain Empowered Mass Cure Critical Wounds (one of which was quickened via Divine Metamagic). 6 turn attempts spent, 14 remaining. 121 HP restored to everyone in the bottom group except Laerlas.
HP 132/132, AC 30))
The full weight of the magic brought to bear by the order of Ur nearly brings Sorel down. The giant cactus-man stoops over, groaning with the sudden weight of his head and limbs. Then Hal's healing comes, and the druid is rejuvenated. The ravages of fell magic are erased. Sorel stomps forward.
A rolling growl sits at the back of his throat, his footsteps sending tremors through the stone of the temple, disturbing the reflecting pool between the entrance and altar. It is at this pool that Sorel stops, looking across it and down at the smiling Naerth. The growl pushes forward in his throat, and he opens his mouth releasing a roar that rattles the armor and weapons of the fallen soldiers. Bits of dust fall from the ceiling and a roar of primal holy rage washes over the servants of evil.
((Sorel passes all saves, and with resistance, DR, and healing is back at full again. He moves up to the edge of the moat and casts Leonal's Roar. The following things happen.
Naerth, one of the blackguards, and one Ur Priest take 8 sonic damage.
The Ur Enforcer is paralyzed indefinitely.
The Blackguards are deafened for one round.
The Ur Priests are blinded and deafened for seven rounds.
HP 127/127, AC 40))

Posted by: Cyrus Tue Jan 01, 2008 4:43 am
A maelstrom of driving fire and whirling blades whip across Gail's form, vicious burns and dire slashes coating the soldier of creation, her vision draining to nothingness as her body threatens collapse. She had protected herself from the conflagration, crimson waves dashing upon upturned shield, but there was no escape from the rain of consuming flame. For a moment, she images what the goddess must feel, watching her gifts twisted to cause such pain and torment, even in the sanctified calm of her temple. To feel so powerless in one's own home, to do nothing but stand by while even a glimmer of hope struggles against her own power must be...unbearable. Golden light touches her skin and strengthens her shaking legs, her faltering heart, and her eyes clear, looking out to her allies pushing back the worshipers of Ur. Seeing Cedric engaged in combat, she breaks into a sprint, vaulting over the pew and laying into the Ur-Enforcer with a strike of divine defiance.
[Gail ~
Ref save 1: 1d20(18)+23=41. Half damage.
Ref save 2: 1d20(13)+23=36. Half damage.
Ref save 3: 1d20(15)+23=38. Half damage.
Will save: 1d20(9)+18=27. Pass.
Charge to the square below Cedric, jumping over the pew on the way, and attack the Ur-Enforcer at N6. Smite Evil, Divine Might active.
Jump Check: 1d20(4)+5(STR)+12(Haste)-7(Check Penalty)=14. Pass.
Attack roll: 1d20(11)+12(BAB)+5(STR)+5(weapon)+9(smite)+8(music)+2(charge)=52.
Damage: 1d10(10)+5(STR)+5(weapon)+12(smite)+9(Might)+8(music)+2(Motivate Ardor)=51.
HP: 138/165.
AC: 34]
~~~~~
Anthem wheels and twists through the air, dodging pillar after spear after stream of pilfered divine power. A moment's hesitation, however, earns a wing full of scorch marks, and the ferocious whirlwind cuts deeply into his celestial flesh. Perhaps more alarming, he is overcome with the overpowering urge to stop and rest what are suddenly wasted, pitiful muscles. The servant looks to his lady in protective concern, before healing washes over both, scrapes and burns disappearing in equal measure. Turning his steel eyes to the crowd of deity detainers, he spots movement without form, every fiber in his exhausted form tensing in a hunter's anticipation. Then, he swoops, tearing with talon and beak.
[Anthem ~
Ref save 1: 1d20(8)+17=25. No damage.
Ref save 2: 1d20(17)+17=34. No damage.
Ref save 3: 1d20(1)+17-10=8. Half damage.
Will save: 1d20(13)+4=17. Failure.
HP: 103/103.
AC: 20.
Spot check: 16+16=32. He sees movement in the spaces occupied by the invisible enemies.
Dive to invisible priest at M18. Smite Evil on beak.
Attack roll(bite): 1d20(18)+11(BAB)+2(STR)+8(music)+2(charge)=41.
Damage: 2d6(6)+2(STR)+8(music)+11(smite)=27.
Attack roll(claw1): 1d20(6)+11(BAB)+2(STR)+8(music)+2(charge)-2(multiattack)
Damage: 1d4(4)+1(STR)+8(music)=13.
Attack roll(claw2): 1d20(8)+11(BAB)+2(STR)+8(music)+2(charge)-2(multiattack)
Damage: 1d4(1)+1(STR)+8(music)=11.
Attack roll(rend1): 1d20(6)+11(BAB)+2(STR)+8(music)+2(charge)-2(multiattack)
Damage: 1d6(3)+1(STR)+8(music)=12.
Attack roll(rend2): 1d20(16)+11(BAB)+2(STR)+8(music)+2(charge)-2(multiattack)
Damage: 1d6(3)+1(STR)+8(music)=12.
Miss chance rolls: 38, 76, 4, 28, 14.]

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Tue Jan 01, 2008 4:52 am
And it's burned up to the core and dessicated and battered by a multitude of wind blades that Enrick landed back after a skillful roll and remained kneeled down on the marbled floor half stunned, terribly weakened, bruised, painful, skin and clothes slashed all over by the spells, and his body bleeding out profusely.
He had managed to avoid the most of the fire columns that shot down from the ceiling by diving to the side, but then the too many spells that subsequently flooded the entire area next to the shrine's main entrance got the better of the agile fighter. He stood there dazed, astounded, he would fall down anytime now. But he held on instead and attempted to look up from the ground.
: "Woe is me!....*cough*" To no avail.
Strength was leaving every parcel of muscle that held his knees together in this submisive position. The shining rapier suddenly escaped his grip : his hand was trembling, not out of fear for the ineluctable descent to hell, or ascent to heaven, whichever was fit, it didn't matter much to him even in this instant. It was trembling because it, like the rest of his body, was covered with deep cuts that the bewitched winds had caused earlier. Both the palm and the back of it were badly injured, and the marks left here by the spells of the Order of Ur stood like a disgrace to his skin and a carapace of pain that extended up to his forearm so far as this hand was concerned. He pressed the other one, less wounded, against his heart still beating.
In a final, swell effort to save face, he let a weak grin ornate this now mutilated symbol of his everlasting handsomeness, speaking with more difficutly than what the others were used to. His vital functions seemed to slow down the more he resisted to the call of the grim reaper that he cheated so many times in the past, and the air that filled his lungs in-between each cluster of words he pronounced did not change anything to his critical condition. He knew that his end was near with each second elapsed.
: "Remind me...... to invest in a...... ring of evasion.... next time......."
The room spinned in his blured vision and Enrick, face down, collapsed, letting this cold death take over his entire self as he embraced the darkness that imposed to him.
((Both REF saves passed.
Enrick is dead. (-12 HP)
Such is the harsh law of this universe))

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Jan 01, 2008 8:16 am
((Merkass' saves Will: 1d20 + 10 = 16 + 10 = 26. Pass. Ref1: 1d20 + 39 = 19 + 39 = 58. Evade. Ref2: 1d20 + 39 = 17 + 39 = 56. Evade. Merkass has DR 7/- which kicks in against the blast spell. As a result, he only takes 45.))
*Death seemed to come for them with stronger grasps and more firey determination with every encounter they faced. Merkass hissed with more venom than a giant viper as he saw Enrick go down. He and Enrick had exchanged gifts, sentiments, and history with one another. To Merkass, that made him family, in a way. Part of his clan. Scenes of history played back to him. Allies, friends, and family killed with wanton abandon. Rains of fire expertly avoided by Merkass laid waste to his allies who shielded themselves and threw themselves away from the blast lay burned, battered, and bruised - or, even dead. No more. Merkass slinked his way with all speed he had trained for. Waves of healing washed over him, curing the slashing blasts caused by the priests. Demons in this world again. No more, he thought. Merkass would avenge Enrick and clean the temple this day. The Goddess would reign once more from her temple, and they would step ever closer to sending the Strife Lords to a hell befit only for them.
Merkass finds his way behind the elaborately carved altar-pews, and with a kneeling stance, he takes aim at the Doomguard, keeping in mind that an Ur Blackguard lay in wait behind. He would see now how they felt when searing arrows pierced their flesh as white-hot flames had licked over his friends' bodies.*
((Merkass moves to T15.
SWIFT ACTION: Merkass casts Hunter's Mercy! First hit is considered an automatic critical hit!
Standard Action: Manyshot 3 arrows! Target: Doom Guard at (JK)(14-15)
1d20 + 36 - 6 = 15 + 30 = 45.
EXIT WOUND: Ur Blackguard at (FG)(14-15) is hit at 41.
DAMAGE
(1d8 + 18 + 2 + 8)*3 + 4d6 (rancor) + 1d6 (nemesis) + 1d6 (exit wound) + 2d6 (holy) = 1 + 8 + 8 + 84 + 2 + 6 + 6 + 6 + 2 + 1 + 1 + 3 = 128.
1d8 + 28 + 8d6 = 1 + 28 + 6 + 1 + 6 + 6 + 5 + 5 + 5 + 1 = 64.
1d8 + 28 + 8d6 = 1 + 28 + 5 + 3 + 3 + 3 + 3 + 4 + 5 + 4 = 59.
They will take THREE (3) CON damage.
Damage is considered Slashing, Piercing, and Good Aligned.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jan 01, 2008 9:10 am
Merkass' arrows rip through the Doomguard, causing him to howl as holy holes are shot through him. Foul green blood oozes from precise wounds in his chest that pierce his fiendish heart in three places. The demon lets go of his jagged sword and clutches at the wound in disbelief.
"Not... Not by a mortal... Impossible!" it snarls as it collapses, its form wavering. Finally it explodes in a column of flame, its body consumed by its own fire.
"Ergh... Not... Not bad..." the Blackguard mutters as the arrows continue past the demon to strike him. He staggers back, looking dazed for a moment.
The Ur Priest in the very back makes a swift chant and gesture, a golden aura suffuses the Blackguard and seals the most grievous of his wounds.
((Doomguard dies. Ranged Heal cast by backmost Ur Priest. Blackguard's Con damage is healed, along with 150 HP.))
Naerth's composure breaks for a moment.
: "Wha... What?! A Doomguard felled by a single warrior?! That's..." Naerth sputters, shaking his head. He then turns to Merkass, dark energy crackling around his fist.
: "I commend your skill... but I cannot allow you to continue. Apologies, but I find your company... unacceptable at the moment," Naerth says, every word laced with venom. He gestures at the catfolk archer and a lance of crackling darkness blasts from his outstretched hand to spear Merkass through the chest. Merkass feels unimaginable pain for a split second, then his body goes numb as fel fire begins to reduce his physical form to ash. Merkass immediately collapses as his lift is taken from him.
However, before the spell can complete its work in annihilating the catfolk's body, Merkass' corpse shimmers golden and begins to break apart into motes of light before vanishing as with Tanis and Gilliam before him.
: "That spell shouldn't have..." Naerth exclaims. He grimaces, shakes his head, then returns to his smiling self.
: "I see... So that's what comes from fighting in the Halls of the Goddess. Well... Nothing to be done about it. There was no way around it..." Naerth turns back to the group. "Come along now, let's resume your punishment."
: "Wha... What the heck was that?! Just... Just zip zap and he's gone!" Sheila exclaims.
: "I've managed to usurp a small portion of the powers of the Ground Orb... It's allowed me a small fraction of power beyond what mortal magic was meant to accomplish..." Naerth says, smiling. "As you'll see, should we continue."
: "Is your control slipping?" Jim murmurs.
: "What? What are you talking about?" Naerth asks, laughing a little.
: "What shouldn't that spell have done? Here in this place of the Goddess? Is your stolen power slipping from you? Or is something... interfering?" Jim asks.
: "My control is absolute!" Naerth shouts. He swiftly composes himself again. The orb in his hands crackles for a moment, but nothing happens.
: "Hmm... But it appears I can still only tap so much power for so long... Count your blessings. If you want to know about the bodies, you'll find out one way or the other soon enough..."
As Merkass' form fades, he hears a voice calling to him. A gentle, female voice that is the most beautiful sound the catfolk has ever heard.
"Merkass..."
((Naerth casts Greater Finger of Death. Merkass dies, no save. Before the spell can complete, Merkass' body vanishes.))

Posted by: Rusty Tue Jan 01, 2008 9:23 am
((This is a note to myself: Alexander passes all saves and negates the damage from Flame Strike and the Fire Storms via Evasion. Ombligo uses Ruin Delver's Fortune as an immediate action to boost his Will save for 3 rounds by a luck bonus of 9 and he gains immunity to fear effects for those 3 rounds also, and he also passes the Cripple save.
Faralon passes the Cripple save as well. I'll take my action later, but I rolled in advance for Faralon's special, and it's 4 rounds this time.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Jan 01, 2008 11:02 am
((Firestorm 1 [ref save]: 1d20 +8 (ref) +3 (dex) +7 (cha) = 36. Will save passed. Firestorm 2 [ref save]: 1d20 +8 (ref) +3 (dex) +7 (cha) = 38 (nat. 20). Ref save obliterated. Crippling Curse [will save]: 1d20 +10 (will) +4 (wis) +7 (cha) = 41 (nat. 20). Will save obliterated.
Summary: 26 damage after fire resist 20. 72 damage taken this round, all nullified by Hal's badass healing.))
The woren didn't even flinch as spell after spell was brought to bear; even in his armor, Pantherath dodged around the worst of the spells with utter ease. He had weathered worse storms, even lost an arm in battle; such spells could barely hope to faze him. And then, as he surveyed the condition of his allies, something turned his disdain to righteous indignation.
Accursed fiends, were the only words that came to mind as both Enrick and Merkass took more damage than their bodies could handle. Though they were both his allies, he felt an even greater pang go through him as the catfolk fell.
"Once again, you have stolen kinsmen from me, darkness," the templar growled in his native tongue, "But you shall not have another..."
"RISE!" the woren commanded, not prepared to let the swordsman fall so easily. "The Light has not released you from your task, nor shall it fail you in your time of need!"
"Nor shall the darkness consume any of us, so long as the Light watches over us!" he added, a warm glow suffusing all present with divine power.
((Pantherath, being badass, casts Close Wounds on Enrick.
Close Wounds: 1d4 +5 (c.lvl.) +4 (aug. heal.) +4 (s. of light) = 16. Enough to keep him from dying, and bringing him to 4 HP. The healing spells from everyone else will take care of the rest, so you should be good for the round.
Then, move to the spot 10' north of Van, and cast Recitation.
Anyone who worships The Light gets a +3 luck bonus to AC, attack and saves; for everyone else, it's a +2. Lasts for 14 rounds.))

Posted by: Rusty Tue Jan 01, 2008 11:56 am
((Arc, in the future, don't forget about Alexander's bonus of +8 to REF saves. ))

Posted by: Aldur Tue Jan 01, 2008 3:52 pm
(( Saves passed, and with Hal's LOL HEALING! Mike's back to peachy keen.)) Michael curses to himself, spiralling and darting through the air, the flames licking at his body, causing the teen to wince and grit his teeth in pain, letting out a sigh of relief as healing light washes over him, a grin spreading over his face.
"That really was too bad for you dearheart. Now then, are you sure you all don't want to consider surrender? After all, you're going to lose horribly. Now then."
Michael winked, spiralling forwards, aiming a spear of light at the High Priest of the Ur Order, twisting oddly in the air as he quickly fires off a second blast at the Thief of the Ground Orb.
((Ranged touch of... 10+15 = 25 ranged touch and 6+15 = 21 ranged touch on Naerth. Damage is: 32 and 40. Damage is considered Holy and each blast acts as if Dimensional Anchor is cast.))
"No Escape."
A shimmering protective field around Naerth deflects both of Michael's attacks.
: "Useless, useless, useless," Naerth comments with a smile.
"Ah. The headband. Tell me, would you like to take that off?" Asked Michael with a chilling smirk.
:"I'm not one to take things off in front of strangers, thanks," Naerth says, cheerfully.
"And I tend to charge folks to get to know me better so it looks like that's out..." Michael sighed sadly.

Posted by: Alpha Tue Jan 01, 2008 4:05 pm
[Reflex saves Fire Storm 1: 1d20(9) + 31 = 40… evaded Fire Storm 2: 1d20(4) + 31 = 35… evaded Will save Crippling Curse: 1d20(16) + 14 = 30… pass]
Grimacing at the pain inflicted by the slashing winds and the fall of his friend Enrick, Laeral’s flippant demeanour drops away completely. He flips his right dagger around so it’s wielded to stab and rushes forward, completely dodging the fire storms being rained down and shaking off the insidious curse.
Speeding towards the remaining Doom Guard, the daggerspell does not move around Cedric and the enemy warrior he’s in melee with…the nimble elf merely jumps over, easily clearing the two. He spins and pirouettes in the air, tumbling as he does to avoid being hit by anything, and releases a quick spell as he does from his ring of storing. The jump ends with him coming right up to the Doom Guard, his blurred arm and dagger leading with a devastating attack.
[Move to L6
Jump: 1d20(8) + 20(mod) + 12(increase speed) = 40…easily passes for what I’m aiming for
Tumble: 1d20(5) + 27(mod) = 32…pass
Cast Critical Strike as a swift action: +1d6 damage, doubled threat range, +4 to crit confirm rolls for 1 round. Laeral’s blurstrike weapon causes the Doom Guard to be treated as flat footed, so sneak attack applies
Attack Doom Guard: 1d20(19) + 28 = 49…crit threat
Confirm: 1d20(18) + 28 + 4(critical strike)…crit threat
Confirm: 1d20(8) + 32 = 40. Upgraded critical
Damage: [2d6 + 4(str) + 1(ench) + 8(bardic music) + 2(aura) + 4d6(sneak attack]*3 = 123
Weapon is good aligned]
[HP: 64/116
AC: 30
50% miss chance]

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Wed Jan 02, 2008 12:26 am
And then all went very fast. A crippling pain to the chest, a moment's near loss of consciousness, a majestic call, almost divine, a pure flash of light, the feel of warm energies flooding the body that his soul would have otherwise given out to its final rest.
The voice of Pantherath snapped inside his head, solemn, august, full of reverent authority, seemingly offering a one way ticket back to life. He clinged to it, willingly postponing his grand depart for the unknown, for death was still an unexplored field for him and he had no intention to journey there anytime soon. He broke free from its grisp and opened his eyes...
Enrick got back up huffing and panting. Instinctively, he grabbed his rapier before struggling to his feet with a grunt, holding his left shoulder which was the most painful part of his body. This time, the grin that flickered on his face was defying, full of contempt for the unfair physical punishment the Urlings had brought over. He straightened up and the holy weapon's radiance seemed to wash over him as he spoke up, addressing the Ur order : He was now free of all wounds and move restrictions thanks to Hal's twin spells.
: "Oh my... surely, you didn't mean to get that generous with me and my friends." He said with sarcasm, "Allow me to pay you back at once. I'm sure our feline friend here won't mind at all if I do."
He turned his head to the woren and winked astutely. Without turning away from him, he closed his eyes and grinned mischievously and swiftly stretched out his arm to point at the center of the chamber. Shortly after, there was a terrible explosion before the altar close to which Naerth stood : the Blast Globes had done their job. They reappeared in Enrick's open hand and he immediately put them back into his pocket.
: "Which is why when I do, I always pay cash. Saves us that much more time we can then spend into other activities."
The next moment he darted forward past his comrades at incredible speed thanks to Thavon's haste spell, jumping high upon reaching Sorel's position and landing on the other side of the water filled moat circling the altar.
: "And here's your tip!"
He raised his hand. It flared and five projectiles of light surged to the north.
((Will save vs. curse passed by far. (rolled a 19)
Blast Globes used. (free action)
Target : 2 squares south of Naerth. (G10)
Damage : 10d6 + 2d6 = 4 3 6 4 6 2 4 4 6 4 + 1 3 = 43 fire (REF save DC 15 for half) + 4 (sonic)
All units caught in the 20ft radius explosion are:
- Pushed back 4 squares from its center. (REF save DC 15 to negate)
- Deafened for 8 rounds. (FORT save DC 15 to negate)
Move to J10.
Jump check: 1d20 + 16 = 22 pass.
Cast Magic Missile at Ur monk. (D8) If it dies, direct the remaining missiles at the next unit low on HP.
Damage : 5d4+5 = 2 4 2 2 5 = 15 force damage total
Dodge at something.
HP: 106/106
AC: 30 +8 immeditate action))

Posted by: GOD*JESUS Wed Jan 02, 2008 5:25 am
((birdgish passes all saves)) Having run out of spells to help the group and with their numbers falling, Thavon takes action, ripping through the air, thrusting his ranseur fiercely at the remaining Doomguard. ((birdgish divebombs to M-6 attacking the doomguard at J/K-5/6
ATTACK
Dive: D20 + 11(BAB) + 9(STR) + 1(Weapon) + 8(Music) + 1(Haste) + 2(Recitation) - 8(PA) + 2(Charge) = 2 + 35 = 37
DAMAGE
Dive: [2d4 + 13(STR) + 1(Weapon) + 8(Music) + 2(Recitation) + 16(PA)]*3 + 1d8(Powerfull Charge) = [2 + 40]*3 + 3 = 129))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Jan 02, 2008 7:07 am
>>And now a partial update. Also: Deadline changed to Wed. night, since nearly everyone has gone.<< Laeralas slashes open a deep gash in the Doomguard's legs, cutting through several arteries until his knife strikes bone. The demon howls in pain, glaring at the elf. The birdman dives at the monster before he can make a reply, though. The enchanted glaive of Thavon is repelled by an invisible force around the demon seconds before striking fel hide. The Doomguard launches itself in the air, just managing to touch Thavon's leg in passing, a foul spark of energy latching onto the flying fighter.
Thavon immediately feels another presence in his mind, clawing and struggling to usurp control of his body from him. It whispers fell promises and threats to him, but the birdman does not listen. It send tendrils of dark thought into his mind, but he fights back, not letting them take a foothold. Finally, the presence attempts to simply overwhelm the birdman with a sudden surge of power that threatens to overshadow and consume Thavon's soul completely. With singular concentration and immense mental drive, Thavon pushes the demon out of his mind and breaks the spell. He is left panting and exhausted, but whole.
((Doomguard moves 5' up and makes a successful touch attack on Thavon. Thavon suffers from Demonic Doom! Thavon passes the DC 28 Will save on the first try despite rolling a 10, and expels the demon from his body! Thavon is stunned for next round.))

Posted by: FreedomJu Wed Jan 02, 2008 7:59 pm
Van staggered backwards from the barrage of spells, gasping in pain as blackness crept into the edges of his vision. Just as suddenly, a wave of healing energy washed over him from one of his allies, undoing all of the damage he had suffered. Cursing the enemy's use of magic, the guisarme user moves up to get closer to the enemy.
((Van passed all saves except the Crippling Curse one. HP dropped to 0. I'm assuming that he got healed back to full by Hal's spells. If so, Van double moves to M-15 (I'm pretty sure he can make it there) and Dodges to the nearest Doomguard. If not healed, he moves down 3 spaces and awaits healing.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Jan 02, 2008 8:11 pm
*The fel energy impacts Merkass dead on. He has no time to think, react, or dodge. His eyes widen in shock, and instantly, Merkass feels his heart stop. The room spins rapidly, dizzying him. He wavers his hands out, feeling his body going limp, but trying ever so desperately to stay on his feet. His hands move to his chest, then slide down to his stomach before falling to his sides again. He drops to his knees and watches for what seems like an eternity as his extremities slowly disintegrate into crackling black ash. With all his might, he looks to Naerth and drops his mouth open. He fights to speak, his mouth exceedingly dry now.*
: Hell... awaits you. To Mitula... and brothers... I go.
*Merkass collapses over, his torso and head remaining only. Before his body is completely gone, the black and purple "electricity" dancing over his form becomes a white light that envelops him. His body, possessions, and all traces that he was there vanish as suddenly as the energy wracking his body had changed.*
~~~MEANWHILE~~~
*Aurik prepared for the worst while his allies fought on within Mitula's holy sanctuary. Maria had not come to take him into the fray yet, which was a good sign, and while he wanted very badly to be a part of taking back this holy place from the interlopers, he would rather not have to replace a fallen ally. Time passed, and Aurik continued chanting away to Volcanon, beckoning for aid in this fight should he be needed.*
((LAST ROUND
Aurik casts Shield of Faith! (+5 AC)
THIS ROUND
Aurik casts Eyes of the Avoral! (+5 Spot)
I'm going to pretty much make Aurik cast spells for the previous round each round, since I don't know if I'll be getting pulled into the fight until near the end of the current round anyway. Since it's obvious Aurik's not coming in this round, I'm going to do this round's action, too.))

Posted by: Rusty Wed Jan 02, 2008 10:30 pm
((Faralon uses his special to double the effects of Bardic Music for 4 more rounds. He also ends the music, so it'll wear off in 10 rounds, thanks to Lingering Song. As a move action, he uses Song of Arcane Power to increase his CL for his next spell...
Perform check: 3 + 28 = 31, so it's +4.
And as a standard action, I'm casting Bigby's Grasping Hand on Naerth.
The to-hit is...20 (CL) + 7 (my CHA) + 10 (Hand's STR) - 1 (Hand is Large) = 36.
Grapple check: 20 (CL) + 7 (my CHA) + 10 (Hand's STR) + 4 (Hand is Large) = 41.))
*Faralon's eyes widen as he ends his song right after making it more dramatic, seeing Merkass disappear at the hands of Naerth. Playing a different tune, magic seems to empower his form as he casts a spell directed at Naerth.*
---
((Ombligo will move to X8. Before casting a Purified Lightning Lance, one at the still-living Doomguard, and the others at the Ur Priests at I8 and I12.
Doomguard's LL:
To hit: 15 + 7 [BAB] + 3 [DEX w/ Elation] + 8 [Music] + 1 [Size] = Hit.
Impact damage: 7 5 8 = 20
Electricity damage: 7 5 8 1 5 1 2 7 6 1 = 43
Sonic damage: 5
Damage counts as good. Fort save DC 24 to halve the electricity damage only. Fort save DC 24 to negate a possible one-turn stunning effect thanks to Thunderbolt.
Ur Priest #1 (I8):
To hit: 19 + all them sweet, sweet bonuses = Hit.
Impact damage: 3 6 3 = 12
Electricity damage: 1 2 2 6 1 2 3 3 1 4 = 25
Sonic damage: 5
Damage counts as good. Fort save DC 24 to halve the electricity damage only. Fort save DC 24 to negate a possible one-turn stunning effect thanks to Thunderbolt.
Ur Priest #2 (I12):
To hit 14 + all them sweet, sweet bonuses = Hit.
Impact damage: 5 4 2 = 11
Electricity damage: 4 1 2 4 5 1 4 2 1 5 = 29
Sonic damage: 5
You know the drill.))
*Ombligo gives a more brash and abrupt reaction, tossing three holy lances of lightning at the enemy - one at the Doomguard, and one at each of the Ur Priests at the center of the enemy's forces.*
---
((If the Doomguard is still alive, Alex will hit it with a Bolt 2 for...(1 5 5 1 3 2 1 6 3 2 1 2 3 3 4 = 42 electricity damage) and every other enemy he can hit for 7d6 worth...I think it's 3 or 4. If they share one roll, then (5 3 2 4 6 3 1 = 24 electricity damage) is what they take. REF save DC 24 for half.
If the Doomguard is NOT still alive, Alex will activate his Wings of Flight and eat the peach he got from the Cornucopia of the Needful he pulled that day, which will give him the benefits of a Divine Power spell for 10 rounds.))
: "Merkass!!!"
*Alexander growls angrily as he looks at Naerth with fierce eyes.*
: "You will pay for your actions with your very life!"

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Jan 03, 2008 2:11 am
[Cedric passes all the saves] Cedric withstands the eruption of magical energy throw at the group and presses on with a dark frown. [Power Surge: +8 STR] [Move: I6 or whatever]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Jan 03, 2008 5:14 am
Hal's healing washes over the group like the breath of the goddess herself, sealing shut their wounds and reviving their spirits. Sorel bounds forward, his roar causing the assembled enemy to shudder and cringe as some weather the assault... and some do not.
Gail cuts down one such soldier as his limbs lock up on him, unable to offer any resistance as the Strife Slayer plunges her blade into his chest.
Affected by the Crippling spell as he is, Anthem is able to only scratch the priest of Ur.
When Laeralas dashes forward, he is met by a counterassault from the demon, but his illusions save him.
((AoO: Miss due to Displacement.))
Enrick's magic missiles strikes a shimmering protective globe around the Ur Priest and dissipate, the same barrier providing protection against the blast globes. Both Naerth and the Blackguard of Ur move with supernatural speed to evade the blast, but the already blinded and deafened Lesser Priests aren't so lucky. The blast throws them from the central platform, scattering them among the battlefield.
Faralon's giant hand grasps at Naerth, but the High Priest evades the blow with supernatural speed.
: "What are you aiming at?" the priest asks, lightly as he dodges Enrick and Faralon's twin assaults.
Ombligo's spells fizzle, failing against a protective ward around the followers of Ur. Alexander casts his own lightning magic, and the Blackguard dodges out of the way with supernatural speed. The bolt spell strikes the Lesser Priest full on, but crashes against a magical ward when it strikes the Greater Ur Priest.
((Blackguard evades, Lesser Priest fails, Doomguard's SR protects him, Ur Priest is protected by Protection from Energy.))
Jim runs forward, dropping behind the frontmost stone bench. The soldier takes cover behind it, firing a burst from his GSAW as he slams the weapon's bipod on the backrest of the stone bench. The gunfire strikes the Doomguard, wounding it even further.
"Blasted tinker..." the demon rumbles as it bleeds from new wounds.
((Move up and fire. Hit. 57 damage to the Doomguard.))
"This is the fire of judgment," the Blackguard behind the Doomguard intones as he chants. Once again, the interior of the hall is consumed by a raging inferno.
((Firestorm. 59 damage to everyone, Ref save DC 22 for half. Jim evades, Sheila evades.))
: "You're all mine! Chaaaarge!" Sheila shouts, dashing towards the Blackguard in front of her. Pistols firing, she tucks into a somersault and rolls under the dark knight to stand in a firing position on the other side of him, still pumping rounds into the foe. Numerous holes are blown through the warrior, but he remains standing.
((Upgraded Critical Hit! Hit! Hit! Hit! Hit! Miss. Miss. Total 62+52+70= 184 damage.))
"I think you're mistaken..." the Blackguard says as he turns towards Sheila, breathing heavily from his wounds. "You... are mine."
With a bloodthirsty battlecry, the Blackguard thrusts his sword forth with incredible speed. Sheila's eyes widen as she tries to dodge. The agent leaps into the air only to see the blade arc toward her and plunge through her side in midjump. The Blackguard slams the giant blade down and Sheila crashes to the ground with it. Sheila screams as the sword erupts with shadowy energy that arcs over her, burning her flesh and sapping her spirit. The unholy knight grins as he works the blade from side to side, widening the wound until finally pulling his sword out by ripping it out from her side. Sheila is left scrambling on the ground, blood pouring from a huge wound in her side and fell energy still crackling about her.
((Hit! Hit! Miss. Miss. 70 damage total to Sheila.))
: "That's... I'm not through yet!" Sheila defiantly shouts, regaining her feet.
The Lesser Priests of Ur all attempt to restore their senses, but only one partially succeeds.
((Cure Blindness/Deafness. 2 failures due to being deaf. One success, third priest is no longer deaf.))
The invisible left priest, safe from opportunistic attacks by virtue of his invisibility, waves a hand and the party is once more beset by magical blades. Pain lashes your senses as divine sword slash open your flesh.
((Blast 4. 53 damage to Thavon, Anthem, Gail, Jim, Sorel, Cedric, Michael, and Laeralas.))
The last invisible Ur Priest simply walks up to the badly wounded Blackguard and heals some of his wounds.
((Heal cast on Blackguard. 150 HP healed.))
: "Fitting... Have some fire for a fiery girl," Naerth says, pointing at Sheila. A great pit opens beneath her and twin serpents of flame shoot forth, entwining themselves around her and preventing her escape. Fire washes over her for a long few seconds before the serpents, fire, and pit all vanish. When it recedes, Sheila is left breathing heavy, massive burns covering her in addition to her already considerable wound. She coughs and winces as she looks up.
: "Not yet... Can't give up... yet..." Sheila mutters.
((Ultimate Blaze on Sheila. Sheila takes 54 damage.))
Kria opens the left door and finds herself in the middle of a fight.
Next turn!

Posted by: Aldur Thu Jan 03, 2008 5:22 am
Kria blinked, looking around, sword in her hand, and she didn't look happy. She flew upwards, looking around, noting the guy on the top area of the temple. "HEY! YOU! What did you do with him!?" ((Michael to follow)) "Oh, I was hoping you'd show up," Naerth says, pointing to Kria. Kria immediately feels a shiver go down her spine. Naerth smiles. "Ah... much better. Thanks for that."
"...What did you just do!?" Kria snarls at Naerth, looking around wildly. "And what did you do with him!?"
"Oh, nothing at all, just took a hint from you, you might say," Naerth says, still smiling. "Now I've done so many things to so many people... Can you be a little more specific?"
Kria rolled her eyes, staring at Naerth coldly, calming herself somewhat. "Tanis. Green Catfolk. I'll be destroying you shortly after I find him. Incidentally, I freed the temple staff, and you took a hint? Of what?" Asked Kria, her voice dangerously low.
"You want me to just tell you? I bet you're the sort to skip to the very end of a book, too," Naerth says, shaking his head. "Tanis is in the same place as Gilliam, and Merkass. Don't worry, you're all going to the same place."
Kria smirked at this. "So you...I see." Kria laughed darkly. "What's your name?"
"Missed introductions, did we? Apologies. I am Naerth, of the Ur Priesthood. Charmed, I'm sure," Naerth says, still smiling.
"Naerth..." Kria let out a surprisingly loud roar. "I am Kria Krystalpaw! And you'll rue this day with what dregs remain of your very soul! Taking and taking...using the temple staff as...as...livestock for your experiments!"
Naerth remains smiling. "I know very well who and what you are, warlock. Your kind is a prize to us, and our work. Do you even know what you represent?"
"Revenge seems, like totally right in this case!" Snarled Kria in reply. "But why don't you tell me. You're all the same. Strife Lords, Demons, Devils, Ur..." She pointed at him. "Fiendish Heritage oooooo big deal!"
"Fiend... is that what you really think? You think that's all..." Naerth chuckles, then laughs. "You... You have no idea what a warlock truly is..."
"You're the opposite side of the coin from the good doctor, but you're both part of the same coin..." Naerth says, chuckling. "Of course, with Michael, perhaps there is a third side, or maybe he's inbetween... I don't know. That's what research is for."
"...I don't get it. But it won't matter..." Kria nods.
Naerth sighs. "No, I guess you wouldn't. No matter. You don't have to 'get it."
"After all! My powers have nothing to do with coins...though I kinda overshot it, incinerating your order outside." Kria smirked evilly, her blood red armour glinting. "I've got a nice sword here...it'll do just fine."
Naerth smiles. "Perhaps."
Kria merely snarled, talking obviously done. Michael frowned, hearing his named mentioned. "Excuse me, big boss person I'm trying to kill. Want to elaborate that? Same side of what?"
"I commend you on your hearing, but you need to pay more attention when I'm schooling you," Naerth says with a smile.
"Or can you really not see the link?"
"We get our power from our heritage. How does that link with the Doc's?"
Naerth frowns. "You get your power from... Honestly, is everyone content with half-truths nowadays? That's only partially correct."
"Well do excuse me. I don't tend to commit unspeakable evils to further my curiosity often. What's the real deal Naerth?" Asked Michael, an odd look in his eyes.
"Why Michael, my boy... Don't you know the best part of a secret is the smug satisfaction of keeping it to yourself?" Naerth asks with a smile. Let's just say... Your heritage set the stage. Made the conditions just right for the first steps... or acted as a catalyst, really."
"So what? Magic's a lake property of the Gods and we all just take a jar or two to cast or do something with?" Michael asked, brow furrowed.
Naerth shakes his head. "Sorry my boy, you just don't get it."
"Well if you're not going to spill the beans, then you're no use, are you?" Asked Michael, pupils fading as his eyes took on a celestial gleam.
"If I tell you, will you leave me alone? There's a common thread connecting you... The doctor, the cat... and that elf girl."
"Well I would. Sure." Michael nodded, looking at Naerth. "What's the thread? Some god got randy and down the line here we are?"
Naerth clucks his tongue. "Is everything that way with you? Stop thinking with bloodlines and try again."
"It was the wholesome Destonian influence. Never tried it?" Asked Michael dryly. "All we have in common is spontaneous stuff."
"Not at all... You're the first signs of a new age," Naerth says, cheerfully. "According to some, anyway."
"Oh excellent. A new age? Wonderful. You know when you say stuff like that without saying why, you get called mad." Said Michael with an infuriating grin.
"You don't draw on an external source for your power. You don't harness the arcane or the divine, nor do you need a spirit. Much like the inheritor Vandals and Innovators, you are born with your power... Your power, no one else's," Naerth says, smiling wider. You don't need to pray, steal, or study for your power. Really, it's quite unfair, but that's beside the point," Naerth says. "You've heard of Simone, of course?"
((Michael M-13 at max ceiling height . Kria K-11 at max ceiling height.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Jan 03, 2008 8:35 am
((And lo, the deadline was set at Friday night.))

Posted by: Alpha Thu Jan 03, 2008 12:22 pm
[Reflex save: 1d20(6) + 31 = 37…evaded] Laeral grits his teeth as more wounds open up on his body. The elf does his best to ignore them though, refusing to admit defeat here. At least not before this demon before had burned away. Shifting his frame slightly to avoid another fire storm, he clashes his daggers together and uttering a single arcane word, a small dagger of force materialises, which moves instantly behind the Doomguard, flanking it. With that, Laeral offers a smirk to the demon, before launching a series of spinning attacks at it.
[Use Flurry to quicken cast a Persistent Blade which immediately flanks the Doomguard, then full attack.
Attack 1: 1d20(10) + 8(bab) + 8(dex) + 1(focus) +1(encht) - 2(twf) + 1(haste) + 1(elation) + 8(bardic music) + 2(recitation) + 2(flank) = 40
Damage 1: 1d6 + 4(str) + 1(ench) + 8(bardic music) + 2(aura) + 4d6(sneak) = 36
Attack 2: 1d20(20)…critical threat
Confirm: 1d20(16) + 30 = 46…critical hit
Damage 2: [1d6 + 2(str) + 1(ench) + 8(bardic music) + 2(aura) + 4d6(sneak)]*2 + 2d6(holy) + 1 electric + 1 fire(material) = 78 + 6 holy + 1 electric + 1 fire
Attack 3: 1d20(8) + 25 = 33…miss, I think
Attack 4: 1d20(12) + 25 = 37…another miss
Haste attack: 1d20(13) + 30 = 43…hit
Damage: 1d6 + 4(str) + 1(ench) + 8(bardic music) + 2(aura) + 4d6(sneak) = 36
Total damage: 150 + 6 holy + 1 electric + 1 fire]
The attacks open more wounds on the evil being, and Laeral nods grimly at his work. Almost staggering though from his wounds, the elf calls back firmly but quietly to his allies, requesting any available healing.
[HP: 11/116
AC: 34
50% miss chance]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Jan 03, 2008 7:26 pm
Laeralas' brutal assault rips open two new gashes that ooze green blood before finally slashing open a large artery on the demon's neck. The demon falls to a knee, green blood spraying from its neck. "Noooo!" it howls as its blood turns to fire and its body is consumed by its own power, leaving naught but a pile of ash behind.

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Fri Jan 04, 2008 1:28 am
: "Uh-huh. Sorry to interrupt so abruptly, Mr Teacher, but who is gonna look after the other pupils while you're busy giving those two a private lecture?" The taunting call came to Naerth's ears from not so far behind the high priest, "Some might get turbulent when your back is turned..."
While they were talking, Enrick darted forth to the autel and with the agility of a cat, got over the obstacle that it made in his way with a well aimed somersault. Falling back on his feet with grace, the swordsman then tumbled past the near blackguard up to a safely sheltered priest of Ur.
: "It's rapier time!"
And then his weapon ripped through the priest's robe to deliver an unexpectedly dead accurate blow.
After this display of ability, Enrick came to notice a seemingly very injured Sheila at his side. The noble bit his lip nervously, wincing at the sight of her wounds and burns.
: "Uhh, not good at all... Nothing broken at least? Those big guys look like they can pack you a wallop once they get under your skin... But no worries! I'm not letting them lay another finger on you!"
((REF save : 1d20 + 26+ = enough to pass (rolled a 10)
Move to C14.
Details:
- Move to G10
- JUMP TUMBLE to E12
Jump check : 1d20 + 16 = 25 pass.
Tumble check to avoid AoO from Naerth (if that's needed at all...) : 1d20 + 22 = 31 pass
Tumble check to avoid AoO from Blackguard : 1d20 + 22 = 30 pass
- End move on C14.
Activate "Ooh Burn!".
This attack will deal an additional 1d6 points of fire damage.
Attack Ur Priest.
Melee: 1d20 +12 (BAB) +6 (DEX) +1 (Weapon) +1 (Haste) +2 (Recitation) +8 (Music) = Nat 1.
...
.....
Unleash Victor's Luck! Use up one luck point. (swift action)
This nat 1 is now a nat 20!
Confirm critical hit... 16 + 30 = 46 critical hit!
Damage: 1d6+1 (Weapon) +2d6 (Holy) +1d6 (Ooh Burn!) +8 (CHA) +3 (INT) +8 (Music) +2 (Motivate Ardor) = 2 + 5 + 2 + 21 + 24 (crit bonus x2) = 56 damage (5 is holy, 2 is fire)
HP: 77/106
AC: 30))

Posted by: GOD*JESUS Fri Jan 04, 2008 3:28 am
: "Uh oh..." were the last two words that Thavon was able to mutter before his mind turned to darkness. Shadows slowly closed in on Thavon, and the more he struggled to break away the more restricted he felt. But as quickly as the shadows had appeared, a ray of light burst the the shadow, ripping it apart. The Light washed over Thavon, blinding him.
*THUMP*
The birdman awoke from his daze as he crashed to the ground, just in time to shield himself from the majority of oncoming flames. The fierce winds that quickly followed were another story.
((Thavon falls to the ground dropping his weapon and takes 1d6 damage, which came out to a 2. He also whoops the REF save with a 42.
HP: 43/128))

Posted by: FreedomJu Sat Jan 05, 2008 1:21 am
((Modem trouble, so quick post only After looking over the buffs AGAIN, I think Van passes the REF save for the Firestorm. Van then moves north to attack the nearest enemy, a trip attack with PA4. Dodge to nearest enemy.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Jan 05, 2008 4:22 am
((Waiting on posts from the other healer(s). If I'm not able to edit before the round moves, Pantherath drops a Mass CLW on whoever doesn't get caught by their goods stuff (which should theoretically be those who aren't hurt as bad).))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Jan 05, 2008 4:28 am
Cedric charges up and smashes the enemy who everyone told me was dead last round. [1d20, hits on anything but 1] [Damage: 2d8(?) + 27 + 4d6 + 1d6 sonic + 1d6 elec]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Jan 05, 2008 5:26 am
((Everyone who posted before now for this turn gains 200 XP. Deadline extended for a day.))

Posted by: GOD*JESUS Sun Jan 06, 2008 5:54 am
((George W. Bush hates black people.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Jan 06, 2008 8:11 am
Hal heals. ((VoxPVoxD: Hal hit everyone west of Sorel for 59 HP restored.)) Enrick lunges forward with practiced ease... and slips on some blood on the floor. However, rather than ruin the attack, the slip makes Enrick lunge further than usual, driving his rapier with extra force. The slim blade erupts from the back of the Lesser Ur Priest, having punctured clean through the heart of the foul clergyman. The priest looks at Enrick with disbelief.
"Killed... by... " he mumbles. Then he collapses in a fat heap.
: "Thanks... for the help," Sheila says, coughing as she grabs a small cylinder from her belt and pops the top off, dumping its contents onto her side. A shimmering metallic ooze plops out, but then spreads over the injury and slowly begins to disappear from sight. Anger flashes in her eyes. "But I'm not out of the fight yet...
Sheila retakes her weapon and whirls around, firing shot after shot into the Blackguard behind her, all the while screaming with rage and pain at the top of her lungs. Sparks begin to dance around her injuries, occasionally turning dark purplish to near black.
: "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
Shot after shot hits dead on, blasting wound after wound into the fell knight's body until blood runs freely down his body to pool at his feet. Despite being horrifically injured, the knight does not fall. Instead, he fixes Sheila with a menacing glare.
"You... Shouldn't have done that, girl..." he threatens, raising his sword.
((Sheila uses Heroic Surge to heroicly apply Nanohealing salve to herself. Sheila's Fast Healing is boosted by 10 for 10 turns. Sheila full attacks! All hit. 220 damage total.))
Jim takes careful aim, knowing that in her condition, Sheila's life might very well be at stake. Even though the Destonian nobleman had taken care of the threat to the north, to the south still lay an extremely large and unpleasant looking target. The triple stutter of a burst firing splits the air, followed by another and another, a final burst being fired as Jim channels a surge of adrenaline. The first trio of bullets deflects off a magical barrier around the fell knight. The warrior turns and snorts with contempt. Then the second hits, blasting a hole through his knee. The fallen paladin roars with pain as he drops to his other knee. Another two bursts deflect off the same barrier as his face twists with sudden rage and fear.
"Your efforts are futile! Killing me won't change that!" the Blackguard roars. "You will al-"
The final burst shreds his throat and sends him toppling over, quite dead. Jim sighs with relief.
((Miss, Hit, Miss, Miss, Hit. 100 damage. Heroic Surge burned for extra attack.))
Van runs up and trips the priest while hacking at his legs. The polearm opens a nice gash on the follower of Ur's left calf, causing him to scream out in panic and pain.
"I... I can't see! I can't see!!!" the priest screams.
The spellcaster gets back up though, already begining to cast a spell. Van sees an opportunity to attack again as the priest is unable to see or defend against him, but at the last minute, his grip on his weapon slips from a mixture of blood and sweat, sparing the priest. The priest completes his spell, restoring his hearing.
((Hit. Tripped. 30 damage. AoO: Miss. Cure Blindness/ Deafness. Success.))
Cedric charges the Blackguard, hammer arcing through the air and slamming with brutal force in the side of the corrupted paladin. The Blackguard glares at Cedric with undisguised hate, bringing his massive blade around to slash open Cedric's side. Fell energy dances around the sword, leaping from the blade to Cedric's body and burning him.
"Come on then and save her..." the Blackguard taunts. "IF you think you can..."
((Hit. 56 damage. AoO: Hit. 30 damage to Cedric.))
Cedric merely narrows his eyes and whirls around to smash open the head of a blind and deaf Ur Priest nearby that had begun to cast a spell. Under the force of the holy hammer, the foe's skull crumples like wet cardboard, his body collapsing in a twitching heap.
((AoO: Hit. 45 damage. Lesser Ur Priest slain.))
"All right..." the Blackguard grudgingly admits as he considers the ease in which Cedric smashed the priest. "Perhaps you can. Better not fight fair, then."
With these words, the Blackguard attacks Cedric, clashing sword against hammer as the two paladins duel. Cedric parries an overhead slash and dodges a vicious thrust, but is unable to avoid a pair of blade slashes to the legs, painful cuts opening in both of them. The Blackguard steps back, looking over the group and shouting forth blasphemies and commands. A tidal wave of black water bursts from the canal near the altar and sweeps over Cedric, Laeralas, and Thavon like a serpent of the sea, brutally attempting to bowl them over.
((Miss. Hit. Miss. Hit. 48 damage total. Villainous Surge to cast Crushing Wave. Cedric, Laeralas, and Thavon each take 45 physical damage. Fort save DC 20 for half. If you fail the save, you are prone.))
The two Priests of Ur, shielded by their invisibility, step back and chant ominously. A cascade of crackling black energy washes over the group around the center of the shrine, inescapably sapping strength and energy where it lashes out with tendrils of purest abyss.
((Mass Harm on Jim, Gail, Alex, Anthem, Laeralas, Thavon, Van, Michael(I think), and Sorel twice. Fort save DC 24 or take 200 damage. Saving reduces to half. HP cannot drop to below 1 as a result of this spell. Jim passes the save and takes 100 damage.))
The last Ur Priest seems to have a spell prepared, but takes no action. As you draw closer, you can now see the faint shimmering of a dome of energy around him.
((Readied action.))
Naerth whispers a few words of magic, but nothing yet happens.
((Villianous Surge: Unknown Spell cast.))
: “Some of you near death and still you fight. Admirable. You have strength, but you choose to rely on the gods. Why? Why subject yourself to tyranny of the divine sort when you could be free?" Naerth asks. The High Priest smiles.
: "Or are you afraid of what awaits you without a divine hand to hold? Clerics... paladins... You're all the same. Depending on some invisible sky mage to grant you the power you need... the will you need to face things."
: “Shut up!!" Sheila shouts back. "We don't need to rely on a god to kick your ass!”
: “No... No you don't,” he says with a frown, as if just now noticing something. “That energy..."
Next turn.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun Jan 06, 2008 8:52 am

Posted by: GOD*JESUS Sun Jan 06, 2008 9:16 am
As the spells rip towards him, our brave and noble birdman grits his non-existant, yet proverbial teeth and beared through it. With barely enough strength left to stand, he grabs his weapon and whips a glob of purple glowing goo towards the blackguard.
((Thavon passed FORT save.
Thavon picks up his ranseur.
Thavon casts Orb of Acid at the Blackguard.
To Hit: D20(12) + 11(BAB) + 5(DEX) + 1(Haste) + 2(Recitation) + 8(Music) = 44
Damage: 11d6(6,3,6,3,5,1,4,4,4,1,4) = 41 Acid damage
FORT save DC 18 or be sickened for 1 round.
HP: 1/128))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Jan 06, 2008 9:53 am
Static suddenly bursts over Jim's commset, and the field commander grabs at his ear to adjust the signal. After a second, the static resolves itself into the voice of Sgt. Hale. : "Sir! Multiple hostiles dropping into the city, sir! Short range teleports and flying monsters acting as ferries it looks like! They're attacking the city! Ah... Undead and creatures mostly! Some cult! Permission to engage?"
: "An attack on the city?! Jim shouts, cursing under his breath. "Predictable, but... Hale, take your men and intercept what you can. Protect the civilians! Maria, inform the others outside, get whoever we have that was standing by ready to fight!"
: "Oh, I don't have to beat you. I just have to wait long enough for my erstwhile allies to arrive. Didn't I say something like that? No? Oh well," Naerth says with a smile.
Meanwhile the skies over Tristan suddenly are befouled by the presence of flying demons, monsters, and undead that soar down on the mountainside city. Ravagers appear in flashes of light in the town square. Overlords stomp through the streets, spreading terror and mayhem. And everywhere is panic.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun Jan 06, 2008 10:12 am
Telanna mutters a swift series of spells silently. In the two rounds' prep time, I am casting: Blindsight Bite of the Werebear

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Jan 06, 2008 10:19 am
"Fool, you meddle in matters beyond you..." Cedric finally states coldly as he takes a step forward, his grip tightening as he tilts his hammer preparing to strike, "Through your vile selfish acts you have given the fiends all of the freedom they need, you have not mastered the divine or promoted yourselves, only blinded yourself to the true nature of the world in the pursuit of power." His eyes flash as he begins his assualt, "The gods are not the overlords of nature, they are part of it and the role they play is to preserve it." He lashes out, dealing a weak blow to the armored knight.
[Attack: 14]
[Damage 1: 37 + 6 [Elec] + 3 [Sonic]]
"By opressing and weakening them, usurping their power without taking on their role, you threaten to damn all that is. You destroy that which you would control." He spits out his next words in disgust, "Research?! A true scholar does not meddle carelessly with forces that they do not understand. Learn what it is to be mortal!" He unleashes a barrage of powerful strikes, each erupting with lightning and thunderclaps.
[Attacks 2-4: 19 - 17, 20 - 4, 19 - 9]
[Damage: 35 (105) + 13 [Elec] + 3 [Sonic]]
[Damage: 36 (108) + 3 [Elec] + 1 [Sonic]]
[Damage: 31 (93) + 12 [Elec] + 1 [Sonic]]
Even as the paladin makes his judgment, a portion of the stone ceiling of the sacred temple warps and flows apart to form a large circular hole. For a moment, sunlight pours down unhindered then a shadow falls over the hole...
[Greater Stone Shape - Open passage in the ceiling]
Varro, the killing machine, steps forward and crashes down into the temple, his cold unseeing eyes staring viciously at nothing. In his hand, he yet holds his mighty blade though he no longer could will the jets to fire.
[Large Animated Object takes 6 falling damage]
A second later, another smaller figure hops down after the massive slaughter object, landing nimbly upon its shoulder and glancing around with a faint smile, "So, did I miss anything?"
[Jump: 4 + 12 = 16 : Jump Down]
[Climb: 16 + 0 = 16 : Catch onto Varro's shoulder]
[Large Animated Object - Varro and Doctor Coventry appear in the area of J11]

Posted by: Alpha Sun Jan 06, 2008 12:58 pm
Like Thavon, Laeral nearly collapses from the damage of the Ur inflicts spells. He considers a tactical movement (retreat others would call it), but shakes that notion away. Healing was sure to come for them, and the enemy force in this room was quickly dwindling. And with his help, it would dwindle more quickly.
: "You will die this day," he intones to the remaining Blackguard and Naerth, deadly calm despite his wounds.
Straightening himself up as much as he could, the elf begins casting. Withouth warning, razor sharp balls of ice swirl around and impact into the Blackguard, causing immense damage. With another arcane word, Laeral drains the remainder of his circlet's power, sending three blasts of flame at the Ur Leader, with the hope they might actually get through.
[Laeral passes the initial Fort save, and fails the other (not that it would have made a difference - he'd be at 1hp either way)
Stay, cast Ultimate Freeze at the Blackguard.
Damage: 8d12 + 24 = 87 cold damage. No save
Cast quickened Scorching Ray at Naerth. 3 rays with ranged touch attacks
Ray 1: 1d20(19) + 28 = 47
Damage: 4d6 = 13
Ray 2: 1d20(20)...crit threat
Confirm: 9 + 28 = 37
Damage: 4d6 = 11 (double if crit confirms)
Ray 3: 1d20(7) + 28 = 35
Damage: 4d6 = 10
http://www.alphaalec.com/chaoswar/Cw_rolls.PNG
Laeral's CL is 15, should an SR check be needed]
[HP: 1/116
AC: 39
50% miss chance]

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Sun Jan 06, 2008 2:16 pm
Enrick downs the content of a small purple coloured flask he grabbed from his bag. His forms wavers and glides slightly to the left in front of the eyes of would-be watchers. No sooner, he attempts a long jump and effectively lands clean, backing the statue of Mitula. He holds out his rapier at the high priest.
: "Well now, what's the deal? Are you going to defy the divine essence that you lack?"
Not waiting for an answer, he leaps forward agilely and does what it takes to mislead the two opponents by resorting to his combat prowess. His gaze focuses briefly on the blue robed heretic, then back to his accomplice with the concealed face at whom he points a finger before crying out loud so everyone in the room and up to the heavens can hear him.
: "I DECLARE MY DODGE ON YOU!"
((Drink Potion of Displacement.
Move to D10.
Details:
- Jump to C11.
Jump check: 1d20 + 16 = 29 pass.
- end move on D10.
Feint. (swift action)
Group Fake-Out used!
Feint will affect more than one target.
Targets: Naerth, Ur Priest.
Bluff check: 1d20 +26 (skill) -2 (attempt to feint at 2 targets) = 36
Dodge to Ur Priest.
HP: 77+CLW/107
AC: 35
50% miss chance.))

Posted by: Rusty Sun Jan 06, 2008 8:17 pm
((Actions to come later when I figure out what to do.)) *Ombligo observes the strange spell Naerth cast carefully, his eyes widening.* : "It'll activate if he's hit! Don't atta..." *Ombligo sees Laeralas's spell hit Naerth but do nothing.* : "Oh...I guess it's just if he's hurt. We have to find another way!"
---
((Alex passes the save. He takes no damage thanks to Mettle.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Jan 06, 2008 8:46 pm
: "Well, I don't lack that essence anymore..." Naerth says lightly to Enrick. Thavon's ball of acid splatters all over the Blackguard, sizzling and smoking the fiendish warrior's armor and flesh. He screams as rivulets of dissolved material slide down his body.
Cedric mercilessly batters the Blackguard, blow after blow shattering armor, bone, and flesh. The sacred hammer rises and falls, slamming against the fell armor of the fallen paladin with a tremendous thunderclap each time, driving the foe back. Panic is etched on the knight's face, clearly caught unprepared for such a ferocious counterattack. The nearby Ur Priest shouts a word of power and some of the Blackguard's greivous wounds close, only for Cedric to open them again with a final blow of his hammer. The Blackguard drops to a knee, breathing hard, blood running freely from many wounds. His left arm hangs uselessly at his side, crumpled and broken. His right hand clutches his ribs, broken and bleeding. He can't even get out his final words as ice surrounds him and freezes him solid.
: "Oh my, that tickles!" Naerth says with a laugh as Laeralas' fire spell strikes him to no effect. "Thanks again for that helpful tip, Kria."
((Cedric batters the Blackguard, Ur Priest's readied action goes off and casts Heal on the Blackguard, curing 150 points of damage and preventing the fell knight's death. Laeralas' spell finishes the job and the Blackguard dies anyway. Laeralas strikes Naerth and swiftly finds out that what he did last round was to copy Kria's fire immunity.))

Posted by: Aldur Sun Jan 06, 2008 11:48 pm
Kria winches and then gaspes out as the scarab brooch on her chest turns black and crumbles to dust, the warlock smirking at Naerth, charging towards the smiling Priest, with a maniac smile on her face, holding her blade in both hands, her weapon crashing down...and then to the left! Disarm attempt!
"That doesn't belong to you! Give it back to the Goddess!"
(( E-11 Disarm action. Free AoO from Naerth to the disarming Kria. Assuming she doesn't die or nothing...Now let's see here. Kria's total Attack roll for this is 33. Note that since Naerth is not holding a weapon, AND since the ground orb does not count as a weapon that she's trying to disarm, he takes -8 on his opposed check to see if gets to keep it in his hand.))
As the wave of crushing spells attack his allies Michael's aura of light merely grows brighter for a moment, the celestial warlock appearing to be fine. "Well now. That was silly."
He chuckles as he points at a priest of Ur, the warlock targeting and striking the priest, easily able to see through the invisibility with his warlock sight. And then laughes a bit a harder as he does it again!
(( Ranged touch attacks of 19 and 23 on Damages are: 32 and 31 respectively on H=15))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Jan 07, 2008 1:01 am
Kria's sword strikes like lightning, the catfolk sidestepping a clumsy attempt by Naerth to push her away as she makes her attack. : "You... You shouldn't be able to..." Naerth sputters as Kria knocks the Ground Orb from the High Priest's hand. It hits the ground and rolls away, Naerth grimacing. "Well... This is hardly ideal."
((Naerth loses the Ground Orb and is cut off from Epic magic, increased turn attempts, and the ability to suddenly maximize/empower an extra four times as well as other things.))

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Mon Jan 07, 2008 1:11 am
: "Oh I'm sorry, you were saying..?" Enrick asks Naerth tauntingly with a smirk now that the high priest has been stripped of powers that weren't his to begin with.

Posted by: Aldur Mon Jan 07, 2008 1:19 am
"Ha! I can like, be very useful without resorting to my blast and invocations! Did you get a good look!?" Kria smirked, looking at the priest's panicked face with a satisfied smile. And nothing can pull off smug like a cat. Especially a female cat.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Jan 07, 2008 1:21 am
Seeing an opportunity to deprive Naerth of a powerful artifact, Hal teleports behind him, leaning down to pick it up. ((Teleport to the square the ground orb ended up in, move action to pick it up))

Posted by: Rusty Mon Jan 07, 2008 1:49 am
((Ombligo moves to T8. Ombligo casts Benign Transposition on Hal and Alex. They now switch positions.)) : "Haha! Go Kria! Now let's get that away from him for good!" *Ombligo casts a spell and both Hal and Alexander teleport instantaneously...*
---
: "What the...nice trick!"
*Alex says, grinning as he moves forward to attack Naerth.*
((Assuming he can do this, and assuming I can get a full attack in...Let me know if I can't. Btw, he didn't incur any AoOs. BT is awesome like that.
Unfortunately, AIM is not. Anyway. Full attack, if I can. Swift action to use Furious Strike. And if by some chance he's an evil outsider, do let me know. Also, these attacks ignore up to 5 points of DR.
Attack #1:
Roll to hit: 2 + 15 [BAB] + 1 [magic] + 1 [focus] + 8 [STR + DP + Elation] + 8 [music] + 1 [haste] + 4 [furious strike] + 8 [smite] = 48.
Damage: 7 [sword] + 11 [holy] + 12 [furious strike] + 1 [magic] + 8 [STR + DP + Elation] + 8 [music] + 7 [smite] + 2 [aura] = 56.
Attack #2: 14 + 10 [BAB] + 1 [magic] + 1 [focus] + 8 [STR + DP + Elation] + 8 [music] + 1 [haste] = 43.
Damage: 6 [sword] + 7 [holy] + 1 [magic] + 8 [STR + DP + Elation] + 8 [music] + 2 [aura] = 32.
Attack #3: 1. Miss.
Attack #4 (Haste): 15 + 15 [BAB] + 1 [magic] + 1 [focus] + 8 [STR + DP + Elation] + 8 [music] + 1 [haste] = 49.
Damage: 1 [sword] + 6 [holy] + 1 [magic] + 8 [STR + DP + Elation] + 8 [music] + 2 [aura] = 26.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Jan 07, 2008 2:53 am
The circlet on Naerth's head flashes as Alexander attacks, each of the powerful sword strokes being deflected by an invisible barrier. : "Phew... You scared me for a moment," Naerth says, shaking his head.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Jan 07, 2008 3:34 am
This is not the post you're looking for.

Posted by: Rusty Mon Jan 07, 2008 6:16 am
: "I'm not sure my magic can touch Naerth yet...but..." *Faralon points to the recently created sphere, dispelling it.* ((Greater Dispel Magic cast. 5 + 16 = 21. Beat the DC, so it's dispelled.))

Posted by: Cyrus Mon Jan 07, 2008 6:48 am
Gail charges to M-3, attacking the priest that Anthem is ripping in to. Smite, Divine Might active. Gail's Attack: 1d20(7)+12(BAB)+5(STR)+5(weapon)+8(music)+1(haste)+2(charge)+9(smite)=49. Hit! Concealment: 1d100(58). Result is high; pass!
Damage: 1d10(3)+5(STR)+5(weapon)+12(smite)+8(music)+9(Might)+2(Motivate Ardor)=44.
Anthem 5' steps north, and continues the brutal assault.
Anthem's Attacks:
Bite: 1d20(17)+11(BAB)+2(STR)+11(smite)+8(music)=49.
Hit!
Concealment: 1d100(59).
Result is high; pass!
Damage: 2d6(10)+2(STR)+11(smite)+8(music)+2(Motivate Ardor)=33.
Claw1: 1d20(15)+11(BAB)+2(STR)+11(smite)+8(music)-2(multiattack)=45.
Hit!
Concealment: 1d100(94).
Result is high; pass!
Damage: 1d4(1)+2(STR)+11(smite)+8(music)+2(Motivate Ardor)=24.
Claw2: 1d20(20).
Confirming concealment...
Concealment: 1d100(8)
Result is low; failure.
Rake: 1d20(7)+11(BAB)+2(STR)+11(smite)+8(music)-2(multiattack)=37.
Hit!
Concealment: 1d100(100)
Result is high; pass!
Damage: 1d6(2)+2(STR)+11(smite)+8(music)+2(Motivate Ardor)=25.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Jan 07, 2008 7:59 am
((No one last round seemed to warrant needing a heal (besides the ones Hal caught with his healing) , so if I can I'll change my action to dropping a turn attempt for Sacred Boost. All healing spells cast this round (including Hal's cure spell) is maximized.
Whether or not I can use the Sacred Boost, Pantherath will drop a Mass CLW on those who were left near dead by the Mass Harms. I'll roll later if I need to.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Jan 07, 2008 8:29 am
((I'll allow it. Update first thing tommorrow.))

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Mon Jan 07, 2008 5:11 pm
((Update time))

Posted by: Alpha Mon Jan 07, 2008 7:06 pm
((Lord Oddeye 23 (5:43:11 PM): I confused Van and Jim epic lulz))

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Mon Jan 07, 2008 8:11 pm
((And now we will suffer the consequences of my rash move...))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Jan 07, 2008 9:00 pm
Pantherath intones sacred words and the powers of light close the wounds of those greivously wounded in a cluster. ((Pantherath casts Mass Cure Light Wounds with a Sacred Boost on Jim, Sorel, Gail, Anthem, Hal, Laeralas, and Thavon. They all heal 43 HP.))
Varro crashes through the ceiling, carrying with it the form of the Doctor.
: "Cov- What the hell is Varro doing moving around?!" Jim shouts as he sees the risen collosus.
Michael's celestial blasts flash through the air like bolts of divine judgment. The twin blasts strike the Ur Priest in the chest, causing him to reel back and curse.
"You... You dare touch me with that foul energy?!" the priest mumbles. Then Gail and her griffin turn towards the sound and rend the priest to shreds, each hit causing him to scream, each scream allowing the fighters to better pinpoint where he was. At last, the invisibility shatters like a mirror being broken into many pieces, the Ur Priest slumping down in a pool of his own blood.
((Gail, Anthem, and Michael gang up and wail on the priest so hard he dies.))
Van sweeps his guisarme underneath the Lesser Ur Priest's legs, tripping him. When the priest collapses, Van swings around his weapon with ease and brings it down on the spellcaster's shoulder, cutting in a deep gash. Like a butcher, Van raises his weapon again and again, chopping the Ur Priest up until he struggles no more.
((Hit, Hit, Hit. 70 damage. Lesser Ur Priest dies.))
The magical barrier around the Ur Priest shatters, causing him to turn towards Faralon in alarm. Just as the two make eye contact, the Priest's head explodes in a shower of gore as a burst from Jim's rifle fells the foul foe.
((Critical Hit! 120 damage to the Ur Priest. Ur Priest dies!))
: "Good job on the barrier," Jim nods to Faralon as he jogs up towards the enemy commander.
A pillar of fire erupts in the midst of the leftmost cluster of warriors, burning them badly and sending them periously close to oblivion given their weakened state.
((Flamestrike cast on Gail, Anthem, Thavon, and Laeralas. 40 damage, Ref save, DC 20.))
Fell energy continues to burn in the wounds of those cut by the Blackguard's blades. Sheila hisses and winces in pain as dark lightning begins to crackle around her body.
: "I... I can't..." Sheila mumbles, her nanosalve treatment fighting the energy around her to heal her as pain wracks her. Cedric too, feels excruciating pain as the wound on him burns with demon fire.
((Cedric takes 20 damage from the lingering effects of Shadow Strike. Sheila takes 13 damage, which is healed back by the boosted fast healing.))
: "This is your judgment," Naerth says before shouting a word of power that assaults the senses, strength, and soul of all that hear it.
((Blasphemy cast. Jim, Sheila, Cedric, Enrick, Kria, Alexander, Van are affected. They lose 6 STR for 2 rounds, and none of them can act next round. If their level is 15 or lower, they are also paralyzed for 40 rounds.))
: "Struck down by a word, like the priests before you. Now then, I'll have to ask that you give me back the orb... NOW," Naerth says, pointing at Hal and chanting. As with Sheila before, a pit of fire and two flame serpents envelop Hal to cover him in terrible burns.
: "Give it back!!!"
((Villainous Surge. Ultimate Blaze on Hal. 59 fire damage. No save.))
Sheila looked at the floor, dully, her face contorted in pain. She looked up to see all those around Naerth suddenly gripped by fell power, her own body seizing up at the unholy word as well.
: "N-no... We can't... We have to..." Sheila mutters, but unable to move. "Move... Damn it... Got to move..."
Sheila winced as she saw Hal being washed in fire. She looked around the battlefield to see everyone gravely hurt, with half the team unable to act. Spots of dark energy begin to appear on Sheila, slowly spreading outward on her body.
: "St-stop..." Sheila growls, speaking with effort. The anger in her voice rises with each word. "You... I'll..." The energy begins covering the body of the agent in a sheath of shadowy power, growing at an alarming rate.
The Beast Within: http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/3/20/908166/18_-_the_beast.mp3
: "Aaaargh..." Sheila groans, her body slowly losing its detail and definition and becoming a humanoid mass of shadow. Her groan slowly turns into a growl, then a scream of pure anger. Finally, the darkness covers her face and her eyes flare with crimson energy. With a mindless howl of rage, the magic gripping her shatters and she vaults at Naerth.
: "Wha... What?! The energy... it can't..." Naerth mutters in disbelief as Sheila crashes into him, grabbing him by the shoulders and savagely biting into his neck again and again, causing a spray of blood to erupt from the priest's neck. Naerth screams, pushing Sheila off and clamping a hand over his wound. Sheila's only reply is a savage roar that echoes throughout the halls.
((Sheila's special activates. Berserker Sheila is no longer paralyzed! Sheila attacks! Sheila hits and deals 52 damage to Naerth.))
: "Sheila... What..." Jim mutters, still dazed by the spell.
Next turn!

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Jan 07, 2008 9:13 pm
The burns coat every inch of the friar's skin in screaming pain. He doesn't cry out. His jaw clenches, and tears stand out in his eyes. His trembling hands lose their grasp on the orb, but he doesn't quite drop it. Hal stumbles. His blurred and fading vision locked on the statue of Mitula, her arms folded, as if she were cradling something that isn't there. The image slowly fades to black.
Sorel's eyes widen when he sees Hal brought to the edge of death. With half a glance in the Doctor's direction he stomps over, reaching out, and catches the friar as he falls. Warmth and light spread from his massive, thorned hands.
((Move over to Hal, cast Heal))
Hal's eyes fly open, comprehension dawning on his drawn and still-burned face. He looks up at Sorel, but instead of muttering thanks he mutters a holy word of movement, and vanishes.
Hal appears behind Naerth, directly in front of the statue. With great care, he rests the orb in Mitula's waiting arms.
((Greater Teleport to the square in front of the Mitula statue. I can spend turn attempts to quicken it if I need to. Then Hal places the Ground Orb in the statue's arms.))

Posted by: Alpha Mon Jan 07, 2008 9:39 pm
[Reflex save: 1d20(19) + 31 = 50. Evaded.] Laeral feels and smiles in a flood of relief as healing washes over him. With his wounds closed, he feels much better and he hardly noticed the flame strike called down, one again dodging another enemy spell. Nodding at Kria’s tactic, the daggerspell rushes forward and nimbly hops up onto the altar in front of Naerth. Using his dagger, he attempts to hook the flat of the blade under the Goddess’ circlet the Ur High Priest was wearing, and remove it.
With a deft flick of his wrist, Laeral succeeds in removing the headband. The elf tries to grab at it, but misses, and the circlet falls at the priest’s feet. Nonetheless, Laeral still has a slightly smug grin on his face.
[Move to F10. Hop up onto altar
Jump: 1d20(12) + 20 = 32. Pass
Attempt to disarm the circlet
Attack of Opportunity against Laeral: 1d20(3) = fail
Opposed attack rolls
Laeral: 35
Naerth: 21]
[HP: 80/116
AC: 39
50% miss chance]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Jan 07, 2008 10:04 pm
"Your time is at an end, charlatan," Pantherath growled, releasing a wave of healing just before Laeralas took off. Nodding with approval as he was deprived of another stolen artifact, he tightened his grip on his Purity Blade and warned, "You would do well to listen to the paladin... he will be far more merciful than I, defiler!"
((BEFORE Laeralas runs off to play hero... Pantherath moves to the right of Thavon and casts Mass CLW.
Mass CLW: 1d8 +14 (spell) +10 (aug. heal.) +10 (s. of light) = 36 hp restored to pretty much everyone who ate the Flamestrike. If anyone else is in need of a quick heal, he can also drop a Close Wounds.))

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Mon Jan 07, 2008 10:51 pm
Enrick freezes in place upon hearing the unholy word, a feeling of terrible weakness and stiffness taking over his limbs before he can land a single attack on Naerth. He collapses to the ground exhausted under his own weight. ((Enrick is stunned and can take no action.))

Posted by: Cyrus Mon Jan 07, 2008 10:56 pm
The soldier of the light moves with startling speed to the High Priest Naerth, stopping a few steps short of the cult leader and leveling a cold glare to him. He and his kin had done nothing but rob from creation and its caretakers, twisting it into nothing more than suffering and so called 'advancement'...Change for change's sake, nothing more than spiraling despair and entrophy. The maiden's blood boils at the insanity of it all, and she takes a deep breath as she prepares to deliver her own diatribe...before reason enters her idea and she shakes her head. Why waste time debating with the enemy when she come be removing their threat from the world? Sighing with embarassment, she lines her blade to Naerth, a crackle of divine energy surging through her body and forcing itself into her weapon with a radiant shine. Gail then swings at the ground below, a blue spark born from the edge skipping across the marble surface, and it skitters, traillessly, to the only remaining target. Within seconds, a blinding column of blue flame consumes the god-thief, scorching only him and dissipating moments after its creation.
[Gail moves to G8 and uses Darkslayer!
Darkslayer: 12d8(2,2,2,3,3,4,4,5,6,7,7,8)=55 unblockable damage.
HP: 28+75+43-20+36=165/165.]
Anthem flaps his wings and soars along the ceiling, looking for any more hidden priests to sate his hunger for justice.
[Anthem flies around overhead.
Spot check: 1d20(4)+12=16.
HP: 103/103.]

Posted by: Rusty Tue Jan 08, 2008 12:29 am
*Faralon notes the healing aura take great effect.* : "Om...bligo? Quick, take me to the center of the group!" : "Okay!" ((Ombligo heads to Faralon and casts Greater Dimension Door. Ombligo is now at J9. Faralon is at J10.)) : "Nice work!"
*Faralon casts a healing spell not unlike Pantherath's, targetting as many allies in the area as he can.*
((Limited Wish used to cast Mass Cure Moderate Wounds. -300 XP.
16 + 16 = 32 HP to everybody that is affected.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Jan 08, 2008 1:14 am

QUOTE (VoxPVoxD @ Tue Jan 08, 2008 4:13 am)
With half a glance in the Doctor's direction he stomps over, reaching out, and catches the friar as he falls.

((Pay attention, the Doctor didn't show up.))
Cedric stands dumb, only his eyes widening slightly as Faralon does the impossible and Sheila, fortunately for everyone else, raises to the occasion.

Posted by: Aldur Tue Jan 08, 2008 1:42 am
Kria gasps and says no move, the irate kittykat finally shut up as she is stunned in place by the foul word of the Grand Priest of the Ur order. Michael laughs, diving forwards to Naerth's feet, picking up the Circlet and he smiles in thanks, putting in on.
"Sorry My lady Goddess. I promise I'll return it after this is over. You will have your righteous glory returned. I swear it on my name Michael, and the tainted blood that I have shifted to the light."
He grins, shifting his weight now, the circlet rising suprisingly comfortable against his head. Arms raised to deflect away attempts to take the artifact back.
((Circlet now on Michael's head. D9. Full Defense.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jan 08, 2008 3:08 am
Unfortunately as soon as Coventry descends, he is hit with the power of the Unholy Word. Stunned by the blasphemy, the Doctor is unable to act, his animated Varro waiting for orders that don't come. Cedric feels the fell energy continue to burn in him.
((Cedric takes 24 damage.))
: "You... You think you can stop me?! I'll..." Naerth shouts a word of power and gestures at Sheila. The shadow-covered agent is hurled against the wall, a wall of force enclosing her. With a howl of rage, Sheila beats against the inside of the near invisible prison that now entraps her. Naerth turns to Michael, a desperate look in his eye.
((Telekinesis, last Surge for Resilient Sphere.))
Laeralas then agilely knocks the circlet from Naerth's head. The goddess' headgear falls to the ground, only to be swiftly picked up by a swooping Michael. Naerth reaches for the circlet, but the angelic warlock is faster, grabbing it with lightning speed. Naerth glares at Michael.
: "You won't have that for long, whelp! I'll..." Naerth looks shocked for a moment as a gentle luminiscence begins to fill the room. The Ur Priest whirls around to see Hal placing the orb into Mitula's hands. The Ground Orb begins to shine with a warm and comforting light.
: "NO!!!" Naerth shouts, turning to make his way to the priest and the orb. Gail is quicker though, lashing out with a column of purifying fire that scorches the impure soul of Naerth. "Eaaargh! What... What was THAT?!" Naerth shouts, whirling at Gail. "You... I'll... No!" Naerth shakes his head and returns his gaze to the orb, which now shines with a dazzling brilliance. Naerth begins moving towards Hal and the orb. If his eyes were opened, they would no doubt be feverish.
((Naerth moves to A-9.))
One of the doors leading deeper into the temple opens, seemingly by itself, before closing again. Almost as if something invisible had had enough and was going while the going was good.
((Ur Priest flees.))
Next turn, no point in a map.

Posted by: Cyrus Tue Jan 08, 2008 3:23 am
"You won't get to them," Gail states, her skin taking on an alabaster sheen as she charges after the priest to deliver a fiery strike with the flat of her blade. [Cast Strength of Stone to gain +8 STR, charge Naerth. Attack roll: 1d20(7)+12(BAB)+9(STR)+9(smite)+8(music)+2(charge)+1(haste)=50.
Damage: 1d10(7)+9(STR)+12(smite)+9(Might)+8(music)+2(Motivate Ardor)=47 non-lethal damage.]

Posted by: Aldur Tue Jan 08, 2008 3:23 am
"But it just seems to fit me so much better...goodbye Naerth. I think we can safely say that you and yours are at an end. But don't worry, we'll handle your allies shortly. I would like to ask you to think back to our offer. Pity you didn't accept. Allow me to show you the light."
Michael smiled sadly for a moment, rocketing into the sky above the crazed priest, eyes pure blue with eldritch power as he looked down and waved at the High Priest of Ur, gesturing. Two boomerangs of light appeared in his slender hands and he threw them, slicing into Naerth.
((Quickened Eldritch Blast and Eldritch blast, both maximised. Michael can only empower twice more today, Both hit. Damage: 128.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Jan 08, 2008 3:24 am
lol

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jan 08, 2008 4:03 am
Gail rushes at Naerth and deals him a brutal blow with the flat of her sword. The holy maiden's blade impacts against the High Priest's gut and he staggers back. Then twin boomerangs of the purest light shoot through the sky like minute comets, slicing clean through Naerth's chest. The God Usurper collapses to his knees and vomits blood as yet more of the crimson fluid spills from his chest. A weak chuckle escapes his lips as his smile returns to his face.
: "Heh... All my life I was blind... but at least for a little while... I saw. Was it worth it?" Naerth asks, seemingly of no one. Then his eyes go blank and his breathing stops.
Victory!
Everyone at level 15(all groups) gain 10,000 XP. Level 16s gain 8,500 XP. Level 14s or lower gain 14,000 XP.

Posted by: GOD*JESUS Tue Jan 08, 2008 5:54 am
Thavon is now Level 15! Wiz3/Fighter2(Sub1)/Spellsword1/Ruathar2/Abjurant Champion5/Knight Phantom2 HP +14 BAB +1! FORT +1!
Thavon learns Greater Dispel Magic and Mislead!
Thavon gains an extra 5th and 6th level spell per day!
Thavon learns Heroic Surge!
Thavon gains a rank in Concentration, Know: (Arcana), Listen and Spot!

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Jan 08, 2008 6:15 am
Hal gains a level! (Priest 6/Radiant Servant of the Light 10) HP increases by 8! FORT increases by 1! WILL increases by 1! BAB increases by 1!
WIS increases by 1!
Concentration increases by 1!
Heal increases by 1!
Knowledge[Religion] increases by 1!
Knowledge[Planes] increases by 1!
Profession[Cook] increases by 1!
Spellcraft increases by 1!
Gains 1 7th level spell slot!
Gains 1 8th level spell slot!
Gains the ability Supreme Healing!
With a soft exhalation Hal channels what remains of his divine energy into the Ground Orb and the statue of Mitula, hoping to accelerate whatever restorative process was taking place.
((Burning 12 Turn Attempts' worth of spiritual energy))

Posted by: Cyrus Tue Jan 08, 2008 6:32 am
Gail stares at the bisected remains of the Ur-Leader, wondering at the strength of the ambition which drove him to such desperation. However, she turns her attention to Hal and the Ground Orb in time to see the ritual being performed, before hiking up the rest of the stairway to lend the vestige of her own power to the ceremony.
[Gail follows Hal's example and uses up 9 turn undead attempts, channeling them into the Ground Orb and the statue.]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Jan 08, 2008 6:55 am
[Meh, Jess is a mere 550 EXP from leveling. ]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jan 08, 2008 7:10 am
The Ground Orb's hining grows brighter and brighter, but when Hal and Gail attempt to add their own energy to the orb they find themselves repulsed by an invisible force. The Ground Orb flashes with divine power, obscuring everything else in its brilliance yet somehow not blinding those present.
((All hostile spells are dispelled.))
Sheila staggers against the wall of force imprisoning her, the shadowy energy slowly fading off her until she is normal once again. With a sigh of exhaustion she collapses, falling unconscious.
Mitula: http://www.shinola.radh.com/guest/Vox/30%20-%20Mitula.mp3
Threads of light pour from the Ground Orb until they coalesce into a humanoid shape that resolves into a perfect vision of gentleness and beauty. Mitula's presence immediately floods the temple, a calming touch on your souls, a soothing warmth that restores and revitalizes. Mitula gazes at each of you with timeless, deep eyes of warmest brown.
: "Welcome to my Shrine. Thank you for restoring the orb. I'm able to return to this world once more," Mitula says, smiling at the force. "Let me take care of your injuries."
((Mitula casts Transcendant Empowered Maximized Widened Heal. Everyone is cured of all status afflications and regains 850 HP.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Jan 08, 2008 7:20 am
Rhizor becomes level 16 (Druid 16)! HP increase by 11! WIS increases by 1! BAB increases by 1! FORT increases by 1!
WILL increases by 1!
Knowledge (Nature) increases by 1!
Listen increases by 1!
Spellcraft increases by 1!
Spot increases by 1!
Survival increases by 1!
Rhizor gains Elemental Wildshape 1/day!
Rhizor gains one level 7 spell per day!
Rhizor gains one level 8 spell per day!
Mahler becomes level 15 (Ftr 1/Pal 4/Jugg 4/FoR 5)!
HP increase by 19!
BAB increases by 1!
FORT increases by 1!
Armor Spikes increase to 1d8!
Charge bonus increases to +2!
Mahler gains Construct Perfection III (Immunity to Death and Necromancy Effects)!
Mahler gains skills that I need to sort out because something seems wrong!
DAGRON becomes level 16 (Dragon 16)!
HP increase by 19!
STR increases by 1!
BAB increases by 1!
Diplomacy increases by 1!
Intimidate increases by 1!
Knowledge (Ancients) increases by 1!
Knowledge (Arcana) increases by 2!
Knowledge (Planes) increases by 1!
Knowledge (Religion) increases by 1!
Listen increases by 1!
Search increases by 1!
Sense Motive increases by 1!
Spot increases by 1!
Use Magic Device increases by 1!
DAGRON becomes LARGE!
Age category advances to VERY YOUNG!
Bite increases to 2d6!
Claws increase to 1d8!
Wings increase to 1d6!
DAGRON gains a tail slap for 1d8!

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Jan 08, 2008 7:20 am
Hal steps aside, reverently silent. Sorel steps forward, crossing the moat easily, before shrinking to his normal form, emerald aura surrounding him. He inclines his head respectfully, before lifting it to speak. His eyes drift down to meet those of the goddess.
: "Goddess... what happened?"
((Diplomacy 31))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jan 08, 2008 7:50 am
: "Erebeus, who has grown greatly in power since his arrival, launched an attack on me through the Ether Plane a few months ago," Mitula explains without preamble. Her expression grows more serious as she continues. "While I was occupied, the Ur Priests assaulted the temple in secret, sealing the power of the Ground Orb and assassinating many of the priesthood. The rest were imprisoned, as Kria had found. The dopplegangers they had hired into helping them took the forms of well known members of the priesthood to keep up appearances while the rest used magic to hide their true nature. They then used my Shrine as a base for conducting experiments on divinity and divine energy."
: "Does that answer your question?"

Posted by: Cyrus Tue Jan 08, 2008 8:07 am
: "Goddess Mitula," Gail interrupts, bowing low in reverence for the deity when the divine attention is turned to her. "I apologize for my outburst," she says, raising her face to meet the goddess's own, "But several of our allies fell in the battles to regain your temple and restore you. When they were slain, though, their bodies broke apart into bits of light and disappeared...Naerth said that that was due to your intervention. Please, we must know...what has happened to them?"
[Diplomacy if needed: 1d20(15)+21=36.]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jan 08, 2008 8:14 am
: "The Ur Priests led by Naerth knew several powerful magics that could harm a soul after death. To ensure none of this would be used against you, I gathered the fallen to me. To protect them until you were victorious," Mitula says. "Now that the fighting has ended, I can return them to you... and make sure that you are all here."
A brilliant flash of light emits from the Ground Orb still held by the statue. Those slain in battle appear unharmed and whole, lying on the floor in front of the group. If that were not enough, those who fought outside and in the temple gardens are transported to the main hall, in the presence of the goddess.

Posted by: GOD*JESUS Tue Jan 08, 2008 8:20 am
: "This explains why everything seemed odd at Bedoe..." Thavon said quietly, then spoke up."If Mitula can have her temple captured, it only makes sense that Volcanon's has been brought to the same fate! We have to get to bedoe as soon as possible."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Jan 08, 2008 8:20 am
Sorel glances at his revived friends and allies, before looking tentatively back at Mitula. : "Can you...can you reach beyond the seal?"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jan 08, 2008 8:28 am
: "Bedoe is indeed in much the same state as Tristan is," Mitula nods to Thavon. "You will need to free Volcanon as well, but do not attack Bedoe hastily. You've killed one of the three High Priests of Ur. The other two will not take you lightly. You should prepare for a difficult fight."
Mitula turns to Sorel.
: "You refer to the seal of the dead. Yes, I can pierce it. In a few day's time I should regain enough of my power to shatter it," Mitula says. "But the seal around the planet, I cannot break."

Posted by: Cyrus Tue Jan 08, 2008 9:09 am
Gail's eyes widen at the mention of a seal around the whole of Rune, her brow furrowing while she recalled the shifting of the sky and Jim's rant about the planet being planeshifted...The thought that a prison had also been erected along the sky itself drained the feeling of accomplishment from the angel-born. She raises her bowed head once more, her voice softer, though the words carry no less weight.
: "Goddess...do you know where Rune has been taken to?"

Posted by: Aldur Tue Jan 08, 2008 12:40 pm
Michael grinned, taking the circlet off his head, moving over to the goddess, holding the holy artifact out to her. "It looks like it'd suit you more than me."

Posted by: Alpha Tue Jan 08, 2008 1:44 pm
((Laeralas gains a level in Unseer Seer! (Rogue 2/Wizard 3/Daggerspell Mage 10/Unseen Seer 1) Constitution increases by 1! Max hit points increases by 6! Will save increases by 2! Sneak attack increased by 1d6!
Gains 10 skill points (Concentration [1], Hide [1], Knowledge Planes [3], Listen [1], Move Silently [1],
Search [1], Spellcraft [1], Spot [1]
Laeralas gains access to level 7 spells!
Laeralas learns the new spells: Greater Teleport, Limited Wish, Brilliant Aura!
Laeralas gains one extra 4th level slot, 2 extra 7th level slots!
Tanis gains a level in Incantatar! (Warmage 7/Fatespinner 4/Incantatar 3, ECL 15)
Max hit points increases by 7!
Fortitude save increases by 1!
Will save increases by 1!
Gains the class ability 'Metamagic Effect'
Gains a skill point in Concentration, Intimidate, Knowledge (Arcana), Knowledge (Planes), Spellcraft
Gains access to level 7 warmage spells! Tanis learns Delayed Blast Fireball, Earthquake, Finger of Death, Fire Storm, Mage's Sword, Prismatic Spray, Sunbeam, Waves of Exhaustion!
Gains one extra 6th and 4 extra 7th level castings per day))
...
Tanis floats in a sea of shining luminescence, his mind only half awake as if in a dream.
"Tanis..."
Eyes glazed over and not focused, Tanis replies, though his words are filled with exhaustion.
"Yes....what?"
"It is not your time to rest yet."
This doesn't settle well with the warmage, though his eyes do widen slightly, before squinting, the catfolk straining to see what or who was talking to him.
"Why...why not? Who are you? Where...what is this place?" he murmurs out quietly.
"I know it's painful... but you cannot rest yet. You are still needed," the voice says. It is feminine and beautiful, reminding some deep part of Tanis of his mother. "This is a sanctuary created for you, temporarily. Soon you must leave it and go back."
"But...I want to rest...I shouldn't even be there, let alone here. I should have died twice already...and now a third time. I...I don't want to go back," the catfolk weakly protests.
"One who wields fate as a weapon should know that 'should have died' means little in this world of ours..." the voice gently says. "Can you honestly say you have nothing or no one worth returning to?"
"And yet... wielding it has not saved me this time. You have." The catfolk is becoming more focused now. "Yes, there are people worth it. And other things too. But I...I don't feel I deserve it. I've made mistakes...one that I'll never forgive myself for," he replies, old sorrow tinting his words.
"Even if you haven't yet forgiven yourself, others already have," the voice says, quietly. "You still have many threads of fate to spin before you pass from this world."
Tanis is silent for some time before he answers. He knows he should go back, despite not wanting to. There were still things to be done, things he could help with. Things worth fighting for.
"Very well," he says quietly. "I'll go back." A pause. "Thank you."
[color=blue]"You are welcome. Fate...for lack of a better term... has chosen you for a reason, even if you cannot see that reason yourself. Have some faith in that and you'll see the future even more clearly."
And then you wake up.
The warmage's eyes open, and he slowly sits up. In other situations he'd be confused at his sudden location transfer, but not in this place. Feelings of peace remain with Tanis. He looks to the Goddess Mitula, and smiles warmly in thanks. He didn't feel the need to say anything. She would know.
Standing up more slowly, the green catfolk peers around the room, and his eyes lock on Kria. His smile grows at the site of her.
Laeralas meanwhile cannot keep up his flippant nature here. Not in the presence of Mitula. He simple bows humbly before her.
: "Goddess Mitula...I'm honoured at this chance to meet you," he tell her, but doesn't say anything else. No appropriately formed questions have come to mind yet. Instead, he then wanders over to Thavon, and nudges the birdman slightly.
: "This sure is going to be a story to tell when we go back home," he says.

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Tue Jan 08, 2008 3:22 pm
((*Strikes a pose*)) http://beaugran.club.fr/cd/premium/Jingle%207.mp3 Enrick is now level 16! Swashbuckler 3 / Sorcerer 6 / Dashing Swordsman 7 +8 HP!
+1 CHA!
+1 BAB! (+13/+8/+3)
Learned a new Dashing Swordsman ability : Greater Dashing Strike!
+1 Bluff!
+2 Jump!
+4 Perform [Comedy]!
Enrick regains his strength thanks to the soothing heal spell of Mitula. Taking a quick overview of the situation before moving, he realizes with relief that the battle has ended and that Naerth lies down lifeless, and finally, that all his comrades are back on their feet and present at his side by the miracle of the goddess.
The sight of the dead high priest however brings back a sombre thought that puts all the rest aside, ending the rejoicing it first triggered. One that he purposedly recoiled to the back of his mind for after things would settle down inside the temple.
: "The... ah, the town! That priest said..."
He leaps back to his feet in no time and blinks in face of the great goddess.
: "Uh... my apologies. Your presence here among us means a lot to me. I'm honoured, really!... But something is in order. The townsfolk... oh sweet merciful light!"
He pauses a moment to recover breath and self-composure, after what he addresses Mitula in those words.
: "I feel so ashamed to cut out on the moment of respite inspired by your illustrious divine presence, but they're going to... More will come! Tristan is probably under siege as we speak. It's not safe out there and..."
He turns his head around in haste to look at the face of his allies then back to Mitula he tries a sheepish grin.
: "Oh I wouldn't mind some chattering and conciliation for the rest of the day but today's battle isn't exactly won, is it?" He asks her, hoping secretely that it isn't the case, that victory was brought over the whole place, that the moment the death of the important figure that is Naerth occured, all the monsters disbanded and fled the sacred town awestruck, knowing instantly that one of their spiritual leaders was no more.

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Jan 08, 2008 4:01 pm
As Merkass' form fades, he hears a voice calling to him. A gentle, female voice that is the most beautiful sound the catfolk has ever heard. "Merkass..." His awareness of the physical world gone, Merkass finds himself half aware, floating in a sea of shining luminiscence.
*Moments before, Merkass distinctly recalled feeling his form slowly dissolve away into ashes, torn apart by the foul, negative energy emitted by Naerth. He knew he had dropped to his knees which eventually gave way before he hit the floor, though he knew not if he ever did. He might have even tried to call out once more in defiance, but again, could not remember if he had been able to. However, this was not as it seemed it should be. Light all around him. Voices speaking to him... one voice in particular. Merkass felt as though his eyes would shoot open, but could muster no such response. "Where am I", he wondered.*
Merkass... the voice says again.
*Merkass again tries to respond, this time by shaking his head to awaken himself. However, once more he finds no ability to do so. He noticed something more stunning. His anger was gone. His feelings of despair driving him to eradicate all that threatened to harm the sanctity of the world were gone. All these were replaced by calm. He felt at ease. He felt... happy. Strangely happy in a way that left him feeling disconcerted as well. The voice calling him rang loud and clear in his state of a sleeper's wake. He felt an urge to respond, yet he knew not how. He tried anyway, hoping that his thoughts and speech would become audible. Most of all, he hoped he had not given his all in vain.*
: Yes? Who is there? *He felt insecure and uncertain in this strange state, yet all the same, he was still at ease. Why did he not know what was happening?*
"You know who I am." the voice says, gently.
*A voice that he knew belied exquisite beauty. Soft like rain, yet strong as a rain storm. Of course. He had seen her long before in a dream. He had followed her teachings ever since he left his village and entered Cypress so long ago. Recently, she was the subject of his thoughts every day. His renewed vow in the garden. The Goddess Mitula now addressed him. But how? Why now? He thought she and Volcanon were both shackled away and prevented from interfering. Was there more that the Ur Priests and Strife Lords had not known? More that he and the others did not know?*
: ... Mitula? *Merkass felt as though he owed some form of deference to her, but he knew of no way to express his gratitude and servitude to her at the present moment.*
((http://beaugran.club.fr/cd/sf2/Princess%20Ellis.mp3))
: "I am here."
*"I am here," she said so nonchalantly. What did it mean, though? He understood the obvious, that he was in her presence. There was much more around that he did not understand.*
; What has happened? Did the others succeed? Did they fail? Is this the afterlife? Are things as they should be again? Has your power been returned? If so, I shall rest.
*Merkass sputters each phrase quickly, for once thinking less about his actions and moves. Instead, he focused on the now. He focused on the consequences of the past, not the future. He wanted to know that his Goddess was safe, his world secured. He wanted to know above all else that his friends had succeeded where he had not.*
: "Your time for rest has not yet come, Merkass." the voice says. "This is not the afterlife... This is a space I have created to gather the fallen. To safeguard their souls and bodies from the depredations of the Ur."
The shining light around him pulls back for a moment to allow Merkass to see the floating, unconscious body of Tanis, as well as a black haired man he doesn't recognize.
*So he had indeed been slain. His fleeting memories were not imagined or otherwise. He understood what had happened, yet he did not all the same.*
: Thank you. I am glad. The others will succeed? *Merkass had passed wondering how this was possible. He presumed that the Ur Priests were not as powerful as they believed, and that no one can totally seal off the Goddess.*
: "I have faith in them," Mitula says.
*Merkass felt even more relieved. If Mitula had faith in the others, then there should be nothing to worry about. He looked upon Tanis' resting body and wondered what had happened. The dark haired man made him wonder, but all would be answered in time.*
: What should I do, then?
: "Wake up, Merkass." Mitula says, softly. "Wake up."
*Merkass suddenly feels hard stone beneath his back, and he shoots his eyes wide open, shocked to feel substance once more. He quickly sits up, but altogether too quickly, causing him to shoot his arms out to keep from falling over as blood continues to recirculate. He leans over, woozy, but in what seems like no time to others and an eternity to him, he regains his composure. Merkass sits up straight, then hops up to his feet once more. He blinks a few times, then looks out at the many faces staring at him, Tanis, and Gilliam. He then looks to his body, which is whole once more. He takes a moment to feel his hands and arms, then looks back up at the others once more. Then, behind him, he realizes that Mitula stood watching all of them as well. He turned to face her, then bowed his head in respect. Merkass drops to one knee, his head still bowed, and right arm over his knee as a sign of fealty. He had served his goddess in his way since this entire journey had begun. To be saved so by her was a blessing he would never forget. Merkass stands again quickly after a suitable time, then shifts himself back into the throng of the others.*

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jan 08, 2008 7:54 pm
Mitula shakes her head at Enrick, smiling. : "The Cult forces have retreated, fleeing the moment they saw I was whole again. If they had not, I would not have teleported the rest of your group here," Mitula says. "Tristan is safe for now." Mitula turns to Gail.
: "The Lords of Strife have done what was thought to be impossible and sealed this world inside a pocket dimension, cut off from all other planes of existence. This allows them complete control over what arrives and leaves this world."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Jan 08, 2008 9:25 pm
[So no Tristan battle then?]

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Tue Jan 08, 2008 9:44 pm
The noble's features brighten up and he refreshes at the news, heaving a sigh of relief. : "Glad they withdrew... I've had it with that Ur order for the day!... I'm at a loss as to what to say, me and my misplaced concerns. In front of a goddess, no less... Oh I feel so awkward now, that should have been obvious!"
Out of reverent things to say, he simply lets his gaze wander quickly around the room until his eyes meet Naerth's corpse. A thought occurs to him.
: "...Who would be the other two?" Comes the second question, "The high priests of Ur... I can barely wait to see them so we can talk all of this out around a cup of this sweetly bitter tea."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jan 08, 2008 10:37 pm

QUOTE (Aldur @ Tue Jan 08, 2008 12:40 pm)
Michael grinned, taking the circlet off his head, moving over to the goddess, holding the holy artifact out to her. "It looks like it'd suit you more than me."

((How the deuce did I not notice that?! And no, no Tristan battle, though you're free to freeform a battle or two for XP or fun.))
: "The other High Priests of Ur are the dark elf Ethuri, and the lizardman Resheth," Mitula replies to Enrick as she turns to Michael, accepting the circlet, but not yet replacing it on her brow yet.
: "Thank you, Michael," Mitula says, her smile widening for a moment. She looks down at the circlet fondly for a while. "My circlet is a cherished item for me, something I have worn for nearly as long as I have existed. I cannot give it away."
Mitula looks over the group.
: "But... I might be able to loan it out for a time."

Posted by: Aldur Tue Jan 08, 2008 10:42 pm
Michael shakes his head in response to this. "No, it's your treasured possession. While it is indeed very useful I think you should keep it. Even a Goddess is allowed her own personal items." He steps away, grinning. "The only gift I think we need is your encouragement and aid. We need not go so far as to steal your jewelry."

Posted by: Cyrus Tue Jan 08, 2008 10:44 pm
The paladin's face pales at the implications of the goddess's words, her eyes shying away from the divinity while she comes to terms with what she just heard. "So...you cannot call for assistance from the planes...while they have...," her voice dies away before she can finish the thought, and she turns back to Mitula, an edge of desperation in her voice.
: "Is there no way to destroy the barrier and send us back? If we rescue Volcanon...could not both of you return the planet to where it belongs?"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jan 08, 2008 10:54 pm
: "If Volcanon and I were released we could work together to do that. At the very least, we would gain an understanding of how such a thing could be done, if not do it ourselves," Mitula says, nodding to Gail. " : "You have learned much in your life, Michael. It is good to see those lessons have borne fruit," Mitula says to the warlock.

Posted by: Aldur Tue Jan 08, 2008 10:56 pm
"Well I was always taught never to touch anyone else's jewellry. Especially a pretty Lady's." Michael smirked and winked at the Goddess, giggling a little as waved a hand in the air, indicating no offense.

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Jan 08, 2008 10:57 pm
((-_- this goes before that, since I was sniped while posting)) *Merkass raises an eybrow in response to Gail's question, then shoots a look in her direction.* : I find it unwise to question the goddess. She would know her powers better than you.
*Aurik quickly chimes in, attempting to defuse the situation.*
: Merkass, your gratitude is understandable, however, Gail has a point. We do not know what two deities working together can accomplish. However, while in Bedoe, we learned that the Ur Priests are covering their plan with a story that Volcanon is recovering after an attack by the Strife Lords. No religious literature details recovery time, so we also do not know if this is true. Perhaps the goddess could shed some light on this.

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Tue Jan 08, 2008 11:15 pm
Suddenly, a rasping voice roars furiously from the shrine's entrance. A massive armored figure stands there. "SOMEONE SAID LIZARDMAN??!??!!?" But before he can add anything, a smaller figure makes an appearance behind the other and slaps him across the back.
"Wrong game dude.... Now go back behind the scene, your time hasn't come yet."
The giant knight snorts and stomps the floor in frustration.
"Urgh! FINE!"
And the two of them move out to the general stupefaction.
*scratch noise*
((lol no.))
: "Michael's quite right. That would make him no better than Naerth and we all know how unethical he is. Well, was. *chuckle*"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jan 08, 2008 11:16 pm
Mitula smiles and shakes her head at Michael, then Aurik speaks. : "How long it would take Volcanon to recover would depend on the extent of his injuries. But I doubt the Ur are allowing him time to rest," Mitula say, a dark look marring her perfect features for a moment. "The Ur are probably doing to him what they did to me. Draining his power to fuel their experiments. Enough to keep him weakened, not enough to destroy him. This does have an unexpected benefit though..."
Mitula looks back at the Ground Orb.
: "If I had not been sealed within the Orb, and therefore anchored to this world by that same seal, I might not have been able to stay with it. The pocket dimension may have kept me out as well, Volcanon too," Mitula smiles. "The Ur and their Strife Lord allies have made a collosal error."

Posted by: Rusty Tue Jan 08, 2008 11:32 pm
*Faralon's mouth drops open as he sees and hears Mitula, completely amazed. When...no, if...I get the chance...I must play for her. Though I don't know how I'll do it! To be able to play for a Goddess...I can't pass this opportunity up.* --- *Ombligo floats closer, staring at Mitula with a look of wonder and awe.*
: "Wow!!! Sorel...she really IS a goddess! I can tell just by her aura...She's beautiful..."
---
: "And they shall pay dearly for it."
*Alexander says, finally gaining his composure in front of the goddess. He then turns to the group, nodding to them as he speaks.*
: "A great victory has been won today! You've all done superbly. To know we can accomplish such great things...it keeps my spirits high, and it strengthens my resolve. That I would ever stand before a goddess and be able to speak with her directly was nothing but a dream before today. It is only through our hard work and dedication that we've come this far."
*He raises his sword in the air.*
: "We are victorious, and victorious shall we remain!"

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Tue Jan 08, 2008 11:54 pm
: "That's the spirit!" The swordsman exclaims in an outburst of inspiration, "Time nears where our foes will pale in anguish! They will fall to our righteous might so triumphs what must, for the greater good!" ((Perform [Comedy] check: 1d20 + 23 = 43 (nat 20 rolled in chat)))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Jan 08, 2008 11:57 pm
Merla moves to the front of the room, so she can get a better look at the Goddess. She looks up at Mitula, attempting to ignore the slight pain in her neck. *So this is the Goddess Mitula?* "I never thought I would get to see a Goddess up close."
Jessica's stares at the Goddess Mitula for a few minutes obviously awed by being in her presence.
"Wow...I can't believe this... What an honor...to be in the presence of the Goddess...to see her with my own eyes."
Damas watches Mitula and the others interact with each other in awed silence. He had always secretly wished that he could meet the Goddess, and now here she was, right in front of them. In spite of this, he can think of nothing to say at the moment, so rather than risk saying the wrong thing, he says nothing at all.
When they arrive in the temple, Kethra bows before the Goddess. Then she observes in silence.
Kayla looks about for a few moments when they suddenly arrive in the temple. She is obviously quite confused, but soon enough she realizes where she is.
*The shrine of the Goddess Mitula...*
Kayla never really believed in the Gods. At an early age, after all of the prejudice, obscenities, and constant torment, she had come to believe that the world was a dark place, full of cruel people.
*I tried to be a good girl, but just because I was born different, they thought I was bad.*
How could a benevolent creator allow their creations to suffer? That was a question Kayla always asked herself. When she came up with an answer was when stopped believing in the Gods. Now here was the Goddess Mitula, practically right in front of them. As much as the Assassin doesn't want to admit it, being in the presence of the Goddess makes her uncomfortable. Figuring that no one will notice, Kayla distances herself from the rest of the group, but does not leave the temple. She slumps against a pillar and sighs.
{Softly} "I-I shouldn't be here..."
[OMG, the ANGST! I hate taking so long to type posts. This all should have happened like after they got there. And Oddeye...WTF? ]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Jan 09, 2008 1:18 am
Kayla hears a reassuring whisper in her head. "You have as much of a right to be here as any of them. Actions outweigh words, and you've shown your true self with your actions time and time again, Kayla."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Jan 09, 2008 2:55 am
Kayla gasps softly when she hears the voice in her head. *Huh? Who said that?* She looks up and towards the Goddess Mitula. *Was it...her?* "You are kind my lady and I thank you..."
Kayla averts her eyes from the Goddess.
"It's just...I cannot help but feel like an outcast...the black sheep, as it were. I've always felt like I'm alone in this world..."
[Of course that isn't true. She just needs someone to tell her so. Poor demon-girl. ]

Posted by: Aldur Wed Jan 09, 2008 11:17 am
Michael sighs, walking over to Kayla, and then laughs to himself. "I thought the exact same thing. Born with cursed blood, a hellspawn...evil, an abomination...blah blah blah. And then one day it changed. Do you know why?" The celestial warlock points at himself forcefully.
"I stopped listening to the ignorant. I helped people out when I could. I tried to change and never be anything like my ancestry. And then, despite how hard it was, despite how much people never thanked me, despite how much they ridiculed...one day someone said those two little words that made me think I was worth something. 'Thank you.' You just have to keep your spirits up and do your best not to become overly jaded. And my result was as you see...my tainted blood became easier to deal with."
The teen's wings unfurled, shining a little in the light of the temple as Michael winked at Kayla, flourishing.
"Of course, the general rabble think it's all a ruse, 'Once a hellspawn, always so.' But they don't know you, and you can't take them seriously. As long as you believe in yourself and have your comrades at your side...you'll be fine. Never let anyone tell you you're something you aren't."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Jan 09, 2008 1:58 pm
"Michael..." Kayla stays silent for a couple minutes, looking at Michael the whole time. Then slowly, as what he said sinks in, tears well up in her eyes, but they don't appear to be tears of sadness. Then Kayla smiles, something most people have rarely or never seen her do.
"Thank you."

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Jan 09, 2008 11:25 pm
The Doctor quietly seals the hole he had opened in the ceiling; not that making or unmaking the portal mattered in any fashion or was of any import to anyone of import. Then, he listens to the exchange between the others and the goddess. He quirks an eyebrow as Mitula revealed the colossal error of the Strife Lords and glances at Sorel, before whispering to his buddy Kria, “…what does that mean for deities who were not sealed?”
(Nothing, of course. )
Cedric stood calmly, at peace in the presence of the benevolent goddess, his weapon slid away and the tension rolling off him. Though, as Kayla speaks concern appears on his face and, after Micheal finishes his speech, he steps up to her and lays a firm hand on her shoulder, speaking sincerely, “You are never alone, though we may make mistakes as mortals do…mistakes that separate us from one another, you are never truly alone.” He squeezes her shoulder reassuringly, then takes another step forward, his voice filled with devotion and respect, “Beloved Goddess of Creation…”
Hmmm… The Doctor ponders quietly to himself, Mitula didn’t create the world, she restored it after the Ancients destroyed it… So technically, she’s the Goddess of Recreation…” He smiles contentedly at this revelation.
“Forgive me to ask a boon of you so shortly after your restoration, but it is one easily within your power.” The paladin speaks reverently, “There is a noble hero, one of the champions of Cypress, stricken with a foul curse which prevents her from stretching out her full power. I speak of the Lady Yeesha, the arcwizardess who despite this curse has done much to aid us, and indeed all peoples, in this dark time. Please stretch out your mercy and wipe away the affliction which torments her so.”
Typical… No one asked me to take a look at her. None of the other healers either… The Doctor frowns at this thoughtfully, I wonder what kind of curse it is… It would be nice if she would show us how to break it instead of just playing wish granter.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Jan 10, 2008 12:14 am
Sorel raises an eyebrow at Cedric's heartfelt request. : "Perhaps it would be wise to wait more than a few minutes before asking for miracles. Telanna stands at the back of the temple, simply awed at the sight of her goddess. She casts her eyes to the ground, unwilling to speak or to directly offer the request she had prayed for so many times.
I...I can't...
The frayed wreck of Varro rests at the center of the temple, a giant, titanium-blue eyesore.

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Jan 10, 2008 12:18 am
Cedric glances at Sorel with a faint smile, "Trust me."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Jan 10, 2008 4:21 am
Level-ups, huzzah! Damas gains a level in Frost Mage! (Sorcerer 10/Frost Mage 6)

- Charisma +1
- Max HP +6
- BAB +1
- Fortitude save +1
- Reflex save +1
- Will save +1
- Concentration +1
- Knowledge: Arcana +1
- Spellcraft +1
- Damas learns Polar Ray

Kayla gains a level in Assassin! (Rogue 5/Assassin 9)

- Max HP +7
- Fortitude save +1
- Will save +1
- Balance +1
- Bluff +1
- Disable Device +1
- Escape Artist +1
- Hide +1
- Move Silently +1
- Open Lock +1
- Search +1
- Tumble +1
- Sneak Attack +1d6

Kethra gains a level in Monk! (Monk 16)

- Wisdom +1
- Max HP +10
- BAB +1
- Fortitude save +1
- Reflex save +1
- Will save +1
- Jump +1
- Listen +1
- Spot +1
- Tumble +2
- Kethra gains Ki Strike: Adamantine
- Slow Fall +10 ft.

Merla gains a level in Initiate of the Sevenfold Veil! (Wizard 10/Initiate of the Sevenfold Veil 6)

- Intelligence +1
- Max HP +6
- BAB +1
- Fortitude save +1
- Reflex save +1
- Will save +1
- Concentration +1
- Decipher Script +1
- Knowledge: Arcana +1
- Knowledge: Nature +1
- Knowledge: Religion +1
- Knowledge: The Planes +1
- Spellcraft +1
- Merla gains Double Warding
- Merla gains Indigo Veil
- Merla learns Storm of Fire and Ice
- Merla learns Energy Absorption

More character posts to come later.

Posted by: FreedomJu Thu Jan 10, 2008 4:44 am
((might not be on for a while, comp issues and possibly dying cat.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Jan 10, 2008 7:00 pm
((Well, looking at the end of SF2, Mitula has a track record of forcing people to do it themselves rather than waving a hand and making it all better.)) Mitula closes her eyes for a moment, then opens them again, looking to Cedric. : "The cure for Archwizardess Yeesha's affliction lies within the forgotten libraries of a tomb complex in the isle of Asreet," Mitula says. "Deep within the island is a forest which no man dares to enter, and in that cursed wood is a relic-city from Asreet's past. Seek there the tome of Fareen Dub'ah, an ancient master of curses. It contains within his masterwork, an incantation proof against all but the direst of afflictions."
Jim is silent, his gaze never leaving the goddess.
Sheila finally stirs, shaking her head and standing up, her eyes immediately going to Mitula.
: "That's Mitula... She's... She's so..." Sheila mutters, looking at the goddess in awe.

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Thu Jan 10, 2008 9:54 pm
: "Amazingly, graciously, naturally, subtly, admirably, grandly, truely divinely fashionable?" Enrick suggests in a breath, "Yes! I too think so! Robes suit her so much better than Cheery McGrin over there." He designates Naerth with a casual hand without bothering to look in his direction again.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Jan 11, 2008 6:03 am
Mitula finally places the circlet of gold and gems back on her head, closing her eyes for a moment. The corpses of the slain Ur vanish, leaving not a trace behind. Several bright flashes of light burst around the hall, leaving behind them small piles of treasure.
: "The Ur have been stockpiling treasure looted from this temple, deceived from the town, and some gained from dealings with the Cult and others. Though I will be returning the wealth of Tristan back to the city, you have more need of the other treasure than I. This is what they brought here, not belonging to the Shrine or to the city. Take it and use it to further your cause against evil."
Spoils of War:
Naerth's gear:
Scarab of Protection: SR20, immune to 12 death effects.
Ring of Evasion.
Staff of Fire (40 charges)
Ring of Prot +5
Cloak of Resistance +4
Remains of the Diamond Golem: 360,000 gold in diamond shards.
Ur Priesthood stockpile:
10,000 gold coins.
3,000 platinum coins,
25,700 silver coins.
6 rubies worth 5K each.
3 opals worth 1.5K each.
1 Ivory carved dwarven beer stein inlaid with rubies. (8K)
1 Golden crown, studded with opals (10K)
1 wrought silver chair (10K)
1 inlaid mithril rod with sapphires (6K)
1 golden puzzle box. (1K)
20 golden ceremonial daggers (1K each.)
1 silver sculpture of a beautiful woman (5K)
1 Large bow +5
1 suit of Full Plate +5 SR17, and Imp. Acid Resistance.
Bag of Holding Type IV.
10 bars of mithril.
5 bars of adamant.
: "In addition, I will bestow my favor upon the three of you who have selected me as your patron deity. I will gift you with three powerful artifacts taken from the temple vault to aid you in the war. Cedric, Telanna, and Merkass, please step forward."

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Jan 11, 2008 6:14 am
*Merkass would have never imagined such a strange, yet wonderful day. He had been killed and defeated with but a thought. He had lost. His goddess had saved him from certain doom in a twisted afterlife crafted by the Strife Lords or the Ur Priests, if not worse. She had spoken with him in his time of greatest vulnerability while he floated in that limbo. Now she wished to call him forward and reward him? He hardly understood all this, yet it was a great and humbling thing he would have no choice to accept. In a way, while he had lost, he honored his clan now. Merkass nods, then steps forward to meet Mitula's request.*
: My bow is always at your service.
: "Yes, I know," Mitula says, smiling and outstretching her hands. "And I now ask for that bow."
*Merkass reaches for his bow with hesitation. He removes it from its resting place, then holds it in both hands lightly in his hands. He looks at it longingly, much sentiment attached to his weapon and tool. Zook had crafted it for him out of his own initiative. The weapon had seen him through many hard battles and many decisive victories. With it he had helped drive off two of the three Strife Lords. While he felt he could do nothing other than what Mitula asked, he was not fond to pass off his weapon. Merkass slowly extends his bow toward his goddess.*
: "This holds much sentiment with me, but if you wish it..."
Mitula carefully takes the bow, the weapon vanishing into light as another weapon takes its place, a longbow of dark oak, living vines wrapped around it, and a shimmering band of energy for a bowstring.
: "You will have your weapon back, as it is precious to you," Mitula says. "But for now, please wield this, the bow of this Shrine against the Cult and their dark masters. This is the Bow of Mitula, named for me by a hunter in ancient times that travelled the land seeking lives to save in the chaotic days following the cataclysm. This was his bow, and he constantly poured more of his own energy into it until it became a true weapon of hope just before his death. I now bequeath it to you."
*Merkass nods solemnly. This is a monumental charge to be given to him by Mitula. It did not come lightly, and he would never take it lightly. While he would miss his cherished possession while it was gone, he would use this new one to strike back at the foes who had the audacity to strike at his goddess. He just hoped Zook wouldn't be too upset.
Merkass holds the weapon of exquisite beauty, masterfully crafted decoration, and seemingly weightless balance gently in his hands as he had his old bow. While the former he had cradled with melancholy, the latter he held with pride and wonder.*
: The Lords of Strife will know your sting. *He pauses a moment, caught up once more.* Thank you.
: "You are always welcome." Mitula replies.
*His time at an end, Merkass hands the bow to his right hand, gripping it tightly. He steps backward in to the mass of his allies once more, not placing the bow in a holder. Instead, he leaves it out to hold, feeling it deserved better than to be placed away at the moment.*
((Merkass gives up his Holy Compound Longbow of Exit Wound +1 and receives the Bow of Mitula!
Bow of Mitula stats

- +5 mighty (+5) seeking composite longbow
- The wielder has a strength bonus of +5 when firing.
- The bow also has an unlimited supply of arrows comprised of holy fire. Pulling back on the "string" creates an arrow that functions as an arrow of flaming burst. However, the fire deals holy, not fire damage. Treat this as "Holy Burst" (2d6 holy damage, with an additional 2d10 holy damage on a crit).

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri Jan 11, 2008 6:19 am
Hal beams at each of the chosen in turn, stepping back further to allow even more space for the presentation. Sorel closes his eyes when his daughter is named, and steps aside, with a glance back at her. If Telanna notices Sorel, she doesn't show it. She stares blankly at the goddess, as if she didn't know what to do. She stays like this for a few moments before taking a few tentative steps forward. Slowly, her gait becomes more firm. Telanna takes a few deep breaths and stops, before her goddess. She folds her hands and bows her head, whispering to herself.
: "I..I don't...I don't deserve this."
"If you feel you are not worthy of it, then grow to become worthy of it," Mitula says, gently. "Living beings err and falter, but they always grow. They always have potential, as you have potential."
Telanna looks up at Mitula. "I don't understand," she says softly.
Mitula sighs, shoving the circlet into Telanna's hands. "Look kid, just take the damn thing."
"Jeez, must be someone's time of the month."
lol
Mitula looks into Telanna's eyes. "You will with time. That is the entire point."
Telanna stares at Mitula, before nodding slowly, not understanding but trusting that she would, with time. "What...what did you..."
Mitula outstretches her hands to Telanna, a gleaming circlet appearing in them. It looks much like the one Mitula wears, save it is silver where hers is gold.
Telanna stares at the beautiful piece of jewlery, before taking it from Mitula's gentle hands. She turns it over in her own, before putting it on. "I'll make myself worthy of it," she says quietly. "Thank you, Goddess
Mitula."
"You are always welcome," Mitula says, nodding her head.

Posted by: Cyrus Fri Jan 11, 2008 7:38 am
Gail stares in awe at the worshipers of Mitula, before breaking into a radiant smile, moving back to allow the chosen to be properly in the limelight. To be chosen by their patron deity to receive such personal blessings...The maiden felt overjoyed at how their devotion was to be rewarded, and wondered how they must feel, waiting to accept the symbols of the goddess's favor.

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Fri Jan 11, 2008 12:47 pm
((Dibs on the Ring of Evasion.)) Upon closer observation, it comes to the group's attention that the pile of diamonds has actually decreased some in its original value between the two battles. One of the bigger shards worth over nine thousand gold pieces was missing from the pile.
((Reminder of Enrick's deeds that remained in the shadows of AIM. Kev's guys would know.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Jan 11, 2008 5:16 pm
((I'd also like the ring for Ash, but if Enrick needs it more I won't fight you on it. Money's fine for the rest, to afford whatever upgrades are necessary (I think 5k might be enough for Panth to afford his own ring of Evasion).))

Posted by: Alpha Fri Jan 11, 2008 5:32 pm
((Laeral would like the Ring of Protection +5. If he gets it, he'll throw out his +2 one for grabs. Tanis could go with the Staff of Fire, but really he gets enough spells to not really need it. Still a possibility. I'd rather Tanis got money to upgrade his Headband of Intellect to either +4 or +6 (14k or 34k respectively, plus whatever discounts we'd get). I might flip through the MIC later to see if there's anything else that would make him blast out better - or take suggestions from you guys.))

Posted by: Cyrus Fri Jan 11, 2008 8:03 pm
[Honestly, that +5 Full Plate is rather tempting...but Gail wouldn't knowingly take something like that when she's going to be receiving something better and it could go to help someone else out more than it would help her. Nothing else really appeals to me, so I guess I'll take money and buy stuff myself.
I suppose a +2 Ring of Protection would be nice, though.]

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Fri Jan 11, 2008 9:44 pm

QUOTE (Arcdragnbreth @ Fri Jan 11, 2008 5:16 pm)
((I'd also like the ring for Ash, but if Enrick needs it more I won't fight you on it. Money's fine for the rest, to afford whatever upgrades are necessary (I think 5k might be enough for Panth to afford his own ring of Evasion).))

((Well if I leave it to Ash I'm going to purchase one anyway because I had it planned since the beginning of the campaign after I ran out of gold and realized it was a big waste of a REF save this battle that could have made the difference.
Also I'd like the scarab if nobody minds. I'd leave Enrick's Vampire Torc up for grabs in exchange (same slot). Heals up half the damage dealt on next melee attack as a swift action.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Jan 11, 2008 10:18 pm
((Don't we have some sort of OOC thread?))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Jan 11, 2008 10:30 pm
[Kayla could use the +5 Ring of Protection too. Her AC is 25, and for someone who ends up in melee 99% of the time, that's pretty low. ]

Posted by: GOD*JESUS Sat Jan 12, 2008 2:21 am
((Gorrik will have a Rock, Paper, Sciccors match with Graigus for the beer stein. Other than tht, my characters will take gold.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Jan 12, 2008 3:30 am
Cedric steps forward reverently, his eyes locked on the goddess he serves, however when she turns to him he speaks quietly, “Merciful Goddess, you honor me but blessings I have received in more than my proper share…” He rubs the glowing ring on his finger with a thumb, “Please, bestow what blessing you had thought for me upon this woman, take her under your divine care and shelter her as a mother shelters a lost child.” He turns to hold his hand out to Kayla, “She needs your assurance, guide her and show her that she is never alone, for you are with her.”

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Jan 12, 2008 6:24 am
Mitula smiles at Cedric. : "As befitting a defender of my order, you decline blessings for yourself and instead seek to give them to others... Very well, I will honor your wishes," Mitula says, turning to Kayla. The goddess outstretches her hand and a shimmering band of energy appears in it, dimming down to reveal a simple silver ring. Mitula proffers the ring to Kayla. "This ring will provide you with a measure of divine grace and shield you from harm. Please take it."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Jan 12, 2008 7:16 am
Kayla stares at Cedric for a few minutes, lost in thought. The tiefling snaps out of it when the Goddess Mitula turns to her. She steps forward and bows deeply before the Goddess. Kayla then raises her head, her blue eyes locked on Mitula. "You honor me Goddess."
Kayla stands slowly and takes the ring gingerly.
"Thank you."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat Jan 12, 2008 8:02 am
When the spoils are counted and the giving of gifts is done, Sorel speaks again. : "Goddess? I have a...request." : "Speak," Mitula says, turning. : "Not long ago I travelled with a man who grew up in Tristan. He was a thief and a scoundrel, who lived and worked in the shadows, in hiding...many different forms of hiding. He called himself Dam Dicem. He...died, not long ago. Because of a mistake I made, we were unable to revive him. You said you could pierce the veil. Would it be possible to reach out and take hold of a single lost soul?"
Mitula closes her eyes.
: "I do not interfere with the natural progression of life and death... But his death was hardly natural, was it?" Mitula opens her eyes and looks at Sorel. "The circumstances of Dam's death warrant an exception, as did your fallen in the temple. Do you have something of his?"
: "Nothing physical," Sorel replies. "His body is buried or burned somewhere on Grans Island."
Mitula sighs, closing her eyes. For a while, she says nothing, then she vanishes from sight.
A minute later, she reappears in the same place she was standing momemts before. She gestures, and a column of water bursts forth from the canal around the altar. Born aloft the watery support is the unconscious form of Dam Dicem, rearriving into the world as he came into it. The water column deposits him gently on the floor.
Sorel doesn't say anything for a moment. When he does, it's in a hoarse whisper, his voice fraught with emotion.
: "From the bottom of my heart I thank you. Gail!" he says, glancing over. "Lend him your cloak."
Gail nods quickly at the order, unclasping her cloak with all due haste and draping it over Dam's inert body, in order to preserve the returned leader's dignity.
When this is done, Sorel steps forward, crouching down beside Dam, and attempts to wake him.
: "Dam..."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Jan 12, 2008 8:22 am
Sheila swiftly turns away as Dam's body is revealed. "Geez, I thought this was a temple, not a... Ah, actually better scratch that joke," Sheila winces as she risks a glance at Mitula and sighs with relief to note the goddess not looking in her direction.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat Jan 12, 2008 8:28 am
Hal clears his throat, politely looking away while Dam is dressed. Telanna's mahogany skin takes a shade of scarlet, and she looks quickly down at the ground. So that's him... she thinks. And he...he brought him back. He stood right in front of the goddess and asked her to...
Suddenly her face becomes very hot, and she bites down on her lip to distract herself from her thoughts.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Jan 12, 2008 8:31 am
"No... no..." The cloak shifts slightly, almost as if a light breeze were nudging it from below. Then, gradually, fiery orange hair shifts from the group to the opposite side, as two eyes peer out from beneath the cloak. "Who... what... is this?"

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat Jan 12, 2008 8:33 am
: "This is Tristan," Sorel says quietly. "The temple of the Goddess. You are alive again."

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Jan 12, 2008 8:39 am
"LIES!" he roared, falling back as he clutched the cloak. "Always, always, always the same lies! You tricked me with the old man, and the woman, and even the Doctor that one time... so you thought you'd try a new form, huh?" "I'm on to you," he said, shakily rising to his feet. "Tell me my name."

Posted by: GOD*JESUS Sat Jan 12, 2008 8:44 am
Stepping forward, looking over the shoulder of the newly cloaked figure, Gorrik speaks up. "Yer name is Dam. Dam Dicem, don' ye remember?"

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat Jan 12, 2008 8:45 am
Sorel looks askance at Dam, for just a moment wondering if he was up to another of his old tricks, before shaking his head. From the deep pool of his memory he pulls a phrase uttered to him many weeks ago. : "The closest thing to a real name I have anymore is Colios."

Posted by: Cyrus Sat Jan 12, 2008 8:46 am
Gail's gentle smile at the resurrection of Dam Dicem quietly turns to confusion at his outburst, looking to Sorel before she turns back and lays a mailed hand on the thief's shoulder. "Dam...he isn't lying." She then motions to the Goddess, standing at the height of the room. "Even you can see that."

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Jan 12, 2008 9:00 am
Rage wells in his eyes at the dwarf's words, and his fingers dig into the cloth surrounding him. Bending at the knees, he looked ready to pounce... And then, at the druid's words, the joints continued to bend, until he had dropped to his knees. Falling forward onto his hands, he looked up at the man before him, then back to the paladin as she spoke.
"It's... the only ones I couldn't remember... I had to push them away," he said, his eyes searching the room and those assembled. "I... I don't... you shouldn't be able to... I'm dead, there..."
"Why doesn't it stop? I'm dead, I've been taken out of the world and I can't do any more damage... why won't it stop?"

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat Jan 12, 2008 9:08 am
: "Because you cannot hide from what hurts you," Sorel says, looking directly into Dam's eyes. "You cannot forget your pain." His voice softens slightly. "The best you can do is stand and face it, and hope against hope that it is not too late to make amends." Sorel lowers his hand to the rogue. "Stand up. We are not yet finished."

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Jan 12, 2008 9:18 am
"You... you learned well from the old man. He... he always knew. What to say, what to do, why I..." The rogue's words trailed off as he rose to a kneel, not noticing the hand or even looking up at the druid, but almost at his own forehead, gripping the cloak tighter around him as he racked his brain.
"I put it away - hers and mine - i put them both away... so that he wouldn't... so I wouldn't get at it. And then I put away the other one... the one you know. But not so deep, because I needed it to fight back... to fight him back." He turned back to the man before him, and said "But... I need it now, I need mine. The first one. The real one. And I put it too deep..."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat Jan 12, 2008 9:32 am
Sorel crouches down again, peering into Dam's eyes. : "You will remember your name," he whispers. "And hers. By my own name, I promise you that."

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Jan 12, 2008 10:10 am
"Oh I will... he won't let me forget, because he... is me," Dicem mumbled. "The me that should have been... the one that I created. The one I used when I needed to handle the business... he was Dam Dicem, or should have been Dam Dicem, or I should have been him."
" But I didn't. And it's my fault - our fault, hers and mine. Mine for making him in the first place, and not being him fully. And hers, for giving me a reason not to be him fully. Because we took him out, then put him away and pulled me out. And we kept switching. Sometimes we'd both be out at once. But when she died... he... I made him come out. He wasn't going to - he knew he shouldn't, but I made him, because I didn't want to... she was gone, so I didn't want anyone else, and he knew how to... he was always better at it than I was," the rogue said.
"He's not evil, or mean... he just wanted to... to get back at me," Dicem said, his voice straining. "He wanted to make me remember, make me never forget that I made him what he was... what we were. And he would pull me... pull us both out at once. I was... am like him, and he's like me. But he could still do what he did before, and I couldn't."
And then his voice dropped to a whisper as he looked around, as if fearful.
"He tells the truth... horrible, horrible truths," he rasped. "Oh, I can lie, and make it sound like the truth, and so can he... but he can say what you don't want to hear, what even he doesn't want to say because the truth cuts and bruises and pierces. And after a while... after lying, for so long, I wanted to get rid of him."
"It was selfish... selfish, selfish!" he scolded sharply, his voice oddly pitched. "I thought that if I... if we died, I would stay because I was the original - the one that started - and he was the one I made, and I wouldn't have to deal with the truth anymore. But I was wrong, because we were one and the same. Two sides of the same face... until we died."
"Then the face split into two faces, and he was really and truly born. And he hates me for it, because he was only supposed to be a mood, or a technique, or a... a... means to an end. Or maybe I was... I can't even tell anymore. But we... I... he wasn't supposed to be more than that - he knew it, and I knew it, and then he started to tell me all those truths I didn't want to hear."
"So I buried his... my... our true name, the one great truth he treasured, because it was my greatest lie. The one that was, before he or I or even her. And I buried hers too. Buried them beneath lies. I wanted to bury the one you used, too... but if I buried a lie beneath lies, he would have torn me apart for it, without trying to do it," he said, looking around fearfully once more. "He... he wouldn't stop unless I have him a truth. Even if it was the truth about a lie, and not the truth about the truth. And then he started to lie, to get me to tell him the truth without knowing it, and..."
"I haven't heard him, though," Dicem said, looking into the druid's eyes. "I... I think he... I think you speak the truth, because if you lied he'd have come for the truth by now. But the truth he wants is the true name, the one I can't find because I put it too deep. And it's with hers, only I buried that one too and now I can't find it."

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Sat Jan 12, 2008 11:41 am
Enrick glances up at the scene from not too far away with a bewildered expression. He stepped in burning of vain curiosity mixed to a vague suspicion. : "Huh... Who is that guy with the many names... personas... issues.... disorders?......... eh whatever just who is he exactly?" He asks whoever could provide the answer from amongst the people that watched the discussion unfold, or the different actors of it themselves, befoged some by this new twist and Dicem's rambling, "They look tense to say the least.... he can't just be a lost friend the other wished back again, but they seem to share a good deal more one another than if their bond simply sprung from a passing travel relationship... What's up between him and the druid anyway?"
He looked in turn to Dam and Sorel, confused, half-worried but also a little amused deep within by this tragic display of ill fortunate backstory, though it felt more like the ramble of an old fool to him as he wasn't in on the premises of the situation that the two shared at the time and that, in a way, brought close to each other into a common goal two roughly opposed individuals with their respective ways to deal with life and what wrongs it threw at them before they got to meet up, a relation that had little to no chance to exist otherwise without not making a great deal of sense.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Jan 12, 2008 4:51 pm
Damas averts his eyes while Dam is covered. Much like Sheila, Jessica quickly turns away. The Psion mutters something to herself. Kayla's eyes widen when Dam is brought back by the Goddess. When the shock of seeing him alive again begins to subside, the tiefling notices that Dam's body is completely exposed. She quickly averts her eyes, her skin taking on a shade of red similar to her hair. After a few minutes, Kayla looks at Dam again, now covered by Gail's cloak. Kayla watches while Sorel speaks with the Rogue, but she says nothing.
Kethra averts her eyes as well.
Merla quickly turns away, her skin also taking on a deep shade of red. The halfling bites her lip, and thinks to herself.
*I could have gone my whole life without seeing that...*

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun Jan 13, 2008 2:22 am
"C... Colios," he stammered, as if each letter was a hot coal on his tongue. "I... for now... until it... he... I'm... Colios." "What is yours?" he asked. "All of you... I need to start again, if I'm... if we... he's going to... I need to know names. For all of you... true names."

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun Jan 13, 2008 2:28 am
*Mahler stands stoically while the others flinch at the sight of a nude Dam Dicem. He didn't quite understand why everyone quickly turned their heads, looked disgusted, or made other comments, sounds, and gestures. In a way, he understood that Dam might require his privacy, but he wasn't sure why they went to such lengths or required that they be disgusted by the site. Instead, Mahler takes in the miracle of life being returned to Dicem. He felt excited. He thought Dam had been lots forever, and he had been worried that horrible things had been occurring to their once-leader all this time. Mitula's comments had only worsened that fear, that hte souls of the dead were being tormented, experimented upon, destroyed, or converted to something horrible. However, here the man stood.
Dam's tale did, however, confirm that things had happened to him after his death. It was disheartening. He could only wonder what had happened to others that had fallen along their path. What about Nail, the savage birdman who had been with them but a short time before being dismembered by a river monster? The tales of the other force who had encountered the Cypress Shining Force and the battle that had left a number of them dead and/or raised as undead.
Dicem was alive again, and Mahler was brimming with the excitement that he was here again, though. All the bad things that had been done to him were over. He could travel with them again, like he had. They'd be able to stop the Strife Lords and restore order. Suddenly, without hesitation, Mahler rushes over to Dicem in the middle of his speech, catching him by surprise from what he could tell.*
: DICEM!!! *he yelled.* IT'S ME! MAHLER!
*Nearing him, Mahler throws open his arms, then grabs him in a powerful bear hug. Dicem finds himself lifted off the ground, held aloft by the golem's might. A few cracks are most likely audible to those nearby, and if Dicem had been left with any back problems on the return journey, he most likely did not have them now.*
((Mahler attacks Dicem with ENORMOUS BEAR HUG OF DOOM.
Charging bear hug!
1d20 + 25 + 4 = 10 + 29 = 39.
STR CRUSH
1d20 + 9 + 4 = 16 + 13 = 29.
Mahler gives Dicem a bear hug with enough power to break an iron door.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Jan 13, 2008 2:56 am
“Careful now…” The Doctor remarks dryly as he steps up to the happy reunion, “We just got him back; you don't want to break him again." He shakes his head with a wry grin, “Do you really want my name? It’s not for the faint hearted…”

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Jan 13, 2008 4:20 am
Kayla steps forward and smiles wryly. "Be careful Mahler. I know you're happy to see him, but you don't want to hurt him, do you?"

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun Jan 13, 2008 4:26 am
*Mahler turns his head back toward Kayla.* : What do you mean, Kayla? He's good as new. I bet he even enjoys this friendship! *Mahler turns his head back toward Dicem.* Don't you, Dam?

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun Jan 13, 2008 5:13 am
"Mahler... and Kayla, yes..." the rogue said, turning each name over in his head. "The... paladin, and the assassin." "And you... you're the healer. You're... too much like... like him," Dicem said, his voice barely audible due to lack of air. "I... Mahler, I can't breathe, damnit..."

Posted by: Cyrus Sun Jan 13, 2008 5:20 am
Gail stares in disbelief, watching the returned Dam Dicem breaks to pieces in front of her, moaning at his return to life. For a moment, the paladin tenses at the speech, waiting for a vision of the leader she once followed, unable or unwilling to accept that this was more than an act. However, the speech continues, and Gail's eyes widen in understanding; this wasn't the man she knew. This man barely knew himself, clinging to things he long since left behind, out of necessity or want...things he needed to remind how to live without that other presence in his mind. Then again, who was the man that led them? A shell for this man to hide under, a tool to keep him pushing onward? It no longer mattered now, what he was; Dam Dicem was gone, and a familiar stranger resided in his place.
The paladin's thoughts are interrupted as Mahler bounds to the revivified commander, wincing while the golem wraps him in a hug that could warp steel. "Perhaps...you should put him down, Mahler? I'm sure he'd like it better if he was back on the ground."

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun Jan 13, 2008 5:30 am
*Mahler looks at Dicem and notices that his color is slowly changing to a red with a slightly blue hue. He sets Dam down quickly, hoping it wasn't too fast.* : Oh, sorry Mr. Dicem! *Mahler says, giving Dicem a probably too strong pat on the back.* [b]All better now, right? Are you ok?

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Jan 13, 2008 6:18 am
[Might as well get the rest of the introductions out of the way. It's late, and I'm feeling lazy, so I didn't pretty them up.] "The name's Damas," the Sorcerer says with a grin. Jessica finally turns back to Dam and speaks softly. "Jessica Roderick..."
"Kethra Stormwind. Pleased to meet you."
Merla slowly turns around to face Dam and speaks in her usual tone.
"My name is Merla."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun Jan 13, 2008 10:52 am
Sorel looks shocked when Mahler bounds out from the rear of the temple to give the scam artist formerly known as Dam his crushing greeting. : "Mahler! Please try to be more careful. You might have broken his back!" He sighs, looking back at 'Colios'. "It is good to have you back, by whatever name you can muster. You remember me as Sorel, but you do not remember me quite like this." He offers a small smile. "It is a long story."
Hal steps forward to flank Sorel, beaming broadly and generally looking very chipper. "You're looking well, all things considered," he says brightly. "You can call me Brother Hal."
Telanna can't help but feel a stab of pity while she watches the man her father had abandoned wrestle with his phantom selves for control of his own mind. No matter what she may have suffered, she had always had her own name, and the names of her parents, to ground her in herself and her history.
: "My name is Telanna," she says. "Daughter of Oihane."

Posted by: Cyrus Sun Jan 13, 2008 11:10 am
Gail waits patiently until Mahler has deposited the rogue on the ground before she approaches, taking a deep breath to calm herself and watching the others introduce themselves before proceeding. "Gail Haubrekt," she states simply, extending her left hand in greeting. "Welcome back..." she pauses, hesitating before a smile dawns over her face, "...Colios."

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Sun Jan 13, 2008 12:53 pm
: "Enrick van Maerglecrow!" Enrick spouted proudly to introduce himself regardless of what he thought before, "Talented and famous treasure hunter traveling the world! A pleasure!" With a flashy smile, he extended a warm and welcoming hand to the rogue whose back had been nearly crushed moments before.

Posted by: Alpha Sun Jan 13, 2008 3:29 pm
Tanis also wonders over to Dam Dicem, or Colios, happy to see the rogue alive once more. This...this means...one of those who... and the warmage stops his line of thought, determined to speak to Mitula in a bit. For now he offers a happy smile and a nod.
: "Tanis Nedassar," he says to Colios. "It is good to see you again."
One down... Tanis thinks, a warm feeling engulfing him.
Laeralas moves over to where Enrick stands, and nudges the man in the ribs.
: "Psh, I'm better at searching for things than you," the daggerspell jokes with a grin. "Laeralas Arishel, or just Laeral if you like," he says with a small bow.

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Jan 14, 2008 1:43 am

QUOTE (Arcdragnbreth @ Sun Jan 13, 2008 12:13 pm)
"And you... you're the healer. You're... too much like... like him," Dicem said, his voice barely audible due to lack of air. "I... Mahler, I can't breathe, damnit..."

"Well, that's high praise for anyone..." The Doctor replies with a smirk, adjusting his glasses calmly, "Strange request, asking for all of our names, but mine is..." He winces, "Alastor."
"Never call me that though..."

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Jan 14, 2008 3:56 am
"You go by the Doctor," the rogue said, realization in his eyes. Then, turning back to Sorel, he said, "I... I had asked you to advise me, and to help me lead when I faltered." "As I did you," he added, turning to Gail. "And the group remains together still. It... seems I... we... a good choice was made."
After hearing Tanis' name, Dicem turned to him and smiled.
"You... you fell, shortly after we met. And I scolded you... he... we did. And yet, here you are, still here. I... we are glad."
"Pantherath," the woren said, simply.
"I'm Ashathel... the big guy next to me is Gabriel. Doesn't speak much, mostly turns into a lion and eats people, really," the bladesinger said, making a point to ignore the half-giant's glare.
The fiery-haired man then nods, acknowledging each person who introduced themself, one by one.
"I know many of you, but the rest... where did you come from?"
"Well, it's a long story, but after the last big battle, our groups kinda decided to handle the Strife Lords together," Ashathel said. "Actually, all the leaders are here - Sorel, Alex, Cedric, Jim..."
But if any words were said after Cedric, Dicem did not hear them. He dropped to his knees almost instantly, clutching his head.
You know the name. Stop hiding it, the voice said, inaudible to all but the rogue.
"No... no..." he moaned, thrashing on the ground. "It's... it's too deep, that..."
Father was going to call you that, but Mother thought it was too common. She put a twist on it. It sounded almost like a special blade, Father said... that's why he agreed.
"Please..."
Say it...
"I... no..."
It's also your name, although you would take the one that has left us so far from the people we should be with. Deny it no longer. Stop torturing us both.
"I... I can't, please don't make me..."
Say my name! it demanded, refusing to be denied any longer.
"Cedirc! It's Cedirc Granalt, you bastard, leave me alone! Take it... and... go..."
But all was silent... both from the voice, and from the still body which collapsed onto the floor. Only the rising and lowering gave any sign that Dam Dicem - or Colios, or Cedirc Granalt, or whoever he truly was now - still lived.

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Jan 15, 2008 1:58 am
The Doctor glances around at the others, "Well...it's good to have him back..."

Posted by: Cyrus Tue Jan 15, 2008 5:35 am
Gail grimaces at the man's anguish, and moves towards him after his collapse, Anthem dropping down from his patrol while the paladin cautiously picks up the ex-leader and places him with along the griffin's back. A swell of pity rises as she makes sure the ex-leader won't tumble off, an emotion she drives away; he didn't need any of it, and he wouldn't want anyone feeling sorry for his state, as much as he railed against his own self. She wondered if he would even let anyone help him...but then, she didn't know the person he had become, now. Finding that out could wait, though; for now, rest was what he needed. Hearing the doctor's comment in the ensuing silence, she turns to him and shows a faint smile, before returning her eyes to the unconscious rogue.
: "Yes...yes, it is."
She then looks up to the rest of the group, sighing. "I'll take him some place where he can rest...at least, until we're ready to leave." With that, she begins to leave the shrine, the griffin in measured march beside her, in the hope of not waking his cargo.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Jan 15, 2008 6:50 am
Indeed, the body made little movement, save what was necessary for breathing and the pulse of his veins which only those with the most discerning vision could make note of.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jan 15, 2008 9:16 am
Sheila was about to launch into an upbeat series of introductions, but Cedirc falls unconscious before she could begin. Shrugging, she stays silent. Jim watches the exchange, but leaves those who know him to deal with the stranger that had appeared from the water.
: "Take your rest in the town. When you feel ready, come see me again. I have things to show you," Mitula says, begining to become translucent. "In the meantime, I have much work to do to restore my temple and my town. Farewell."
Mitula then fades away in a soft burst of light.

Posted by: Rusty Tue Jan 15, 2008 9:56 pm
((...I wanted to play a song for her. Can I still retro do that, or is it too late? Or do I have to do it when we see her again? ))

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Tue Jan 15, 2008 10:42 pm
((You can play for Enrick if that's any consolation. )) : "I... suppose it is." The daring swordsman looked at the unconscious man uncertain. : "Huh. Talk about a comeuppance... He sounded all over the place. That must've pulled his mind to the limits. I take it you all used to know him well?"
Then smirking, he turned around to face Laeralas.
: "Was it a challenge just now? *chuckle*"

Posted by: Alpha Wed Jan 16, 2008 1:58 am
: "A challenge?" the elf replies with a laugh and grin. "Of course not. I have nothing to prove." : "Sort of. We used to travel together, him and our group," Tanis says to Enrick. "He was our leader before Sorel, until he was taken by the Devil Army."

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Wed Jan 16, 2008 2:59 am
: "Tell me about it!" The noble replied with a mischievous grin before his gaze wandered to the catfolk that provided a concrete summary. : "Oh, I see... Tells you a lot about what this fellow went through." He replied, watching Gail carrying the rogue away with the help of her steed, "And I thought he had turned insane because of his way back from the dead. Such grievous fate indeed... my mistake. Of course it could have been... But no. Death can't be that much worse, can it?" He shrugged absently but his voice might have given away hints of a faint nervousness he tried to conceal under his nonchalent tone : unlike this man and some others, Enrick had never experienced true death. His reckless courage and wit aside, bringing up the topic in such formal terms made him somewhat nervous. And moreso given the circumstances, he couldn't help it.
((Bluff 35))
: "*cough* And how, possibly, did he get caught? Was it during a... scouting mission against impossible odds? A failed raid maybe, or...? An attempt at rescuing a few others from those devils' clutches perhaps?.... Oh, and after that he most likely died trying to escape his jailer through smart sneaky moves to find his way out! That's right! That would prove to be trully... daringly heroic even!... but unwise in his case considering his pitiful condition."
He bent over slightly to the waters of Mitula's shrine and saw his own reflection down there. He sighed wearily, shaking his head.
: "Everybody is not perfect."

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Jan 17, 2008 1:24 am
"He wagered his soul in a gamble for the life of a child..." The Doctor says quietly, "...sort of."

Posted by: Cyrus Thu Jan 17, 2008 1:44 am
Gail turns at the treasure hunter's guessing game, about to speak, when the Doctor cuts in and dissolves her intent, leaving a slight silence in its wake. However, the maiden's brow furrows deeply, and she looks to Alastor again, blue eyes set on him. "No," she says curtly, a tense quiver in her voice, "That's exactly what it was." She then wheels about, her manner more rigid and rushed as she leaves the hallowed temple of the goddess, her mount and the thief in tow.

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Thu Jan 17, 2008 8:43 am
: "Ahh, the sense of sacrifice... To save a child, no less..." Enrick rephrased each word of the Doctor in his own long-winded fashion. He seemed to ponder over this for a moment, then he cut his trail of thoughts. : "What were the odds?" He merely asked Coventry, "A life was at stake uh... That, at least, suggests he hadn't a choice at all and took the bet out of necessity. Well, bait, all the sadder for him."
: "If there was however even the least chance to win this, what made the difference between success and failure? Of course, I would think at this point that this "gamble" didn't simply involve a dice game. That would be a first."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Jan 17, 2008 5:47 pm
Sorel looks sternly at Enrick. : "It was a foolhardy gamble, but it is also in the past now. We will speak no more of it until he is fit to give an account of himself."

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Thu Jan 17, 2008 6:18 pm
The swordsman stared straight at Sorel smugly. : "Mm, fine with me. I just wished to take note of the flaws in the plan so that, you know, this tragedy is less like to repeat itself later on... You sound like it's a unique case. Foolhardiness and gambling happen every day! It's not rare to see both combined once in a while, even coming from the best!"

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Jan 17, 2008 6:20 pm
Sorel offers the nobleman a small smile, while wondering exactly how a man with such a swollen airy head doesn't simply float away.

Posted by: Cyrus Thu Jan 17, 2008 7:10 pm
Castor watches the exchange with a quirked brow, keeping any thoughts to himself while the distraught figure is led away to rest. His attention then turns to the heap of massive blue metal now piled together in the center of the audience hall, the remains of one of the star-men's robots. "Hate to break up the conversation," the minotaur interrupts, pointing at Varro's corpse, "But are we going to be doing anything about him?"

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Thu Jan 17, 2008 7:24 pm
Enrick studies the massive wreckage of Varro with a curious eye and turns back to Coventry with a mischievous smile. : "Repeat that trick to bring him outside? *chuckle*"

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Jan 17, 2008 9:10 pm
Jessica steps forward at looks at Varro for a few long moments. Then she turns to the nobleman Enrick, placing her hands on her hips. "If he can, that is. Varro needs repairs, but we still need to get him out of here somehow." "I can teleport him out of here if I need to," Damas says. "After all, I seriously doubt any of us is strong enough to carry him. He must weigh a ton."
Kayla walks over to the entrance of the shrine. She leans against a wall and waits for the others.
Merla walks over to Sophia and looks up at the Priestess.
*I guess this is as good a time as any...*
"Sophie? There is something I need to ask you..." The halfling looks around for a moment, and then lowers her voice to a whisper. "In private, if you do not mind."
[Hopefully some scenes to come when I get a hold of some people. And all my characters are available if anyone feels like talking to them, role-playing, or whatever.]

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Jan 17, 2008 10:20 pm
*Dagron looks to Jessica and Damas wryly.* : Now THAT sounds like a challenge! *Dagron bellows.* I bet that I can carry him without breaking a sweat! *Dagron laughs for a moment, then pangs of hunger strike his stomach. All the while Mitula had been talking, he had tried so desperately to listen to her words, but he couldn't help but feel like he needed to eat something... a lot of something. He also felt like his skin was burning beneath his scales. His body itched. With his claws, he began scratching behind his neck and his back, trying to relieve it. He looks pensive while doing so.*
: Uh... can we get food first, though? This dragon is starving! ...
*Dagron's eyes wander toward Jessica, then Merla, glazing over slightly.. He wondered... then he shook his head violently, returning to his senses. No. That'd be a bad idea.*

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Jan 17, 2008 10:42 pm
[Ok, I'm officially disturbed that he even THOUGHT about it.]

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Jan 17, 2008 11:11 pm
((I WIN!))

Posted by: Alpha Thu Jan 17, 2008 11:13 pm
epic lulz

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Jan 18, 2008 12:10 am
"Yeah... no offense, but I think a couple of us ought to actually head back to the base," Ashathel said. "Someone's got to explained what happened, and why the big robot's going to need to be fixed." "Zook's probably going to be pissed he broke again, come to think of it..."
"I agree... we will need to return Varro, yes, and we will also need to transport whatever supplies we've secured back to the base. They will have need of it, in order to better and more swiftly build the fortress to our liking."

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Jan 18, 2008 12:15 am
*Rhizor, now back in his normal bat form, catches onto to Pantherath's words, and recalls something.* : Speaking of supplies we have procured... I think a certain noble's pockets need to be emptied. *Rhizor adds gruffly. While he didn't mind seeing some of them get ripped off, he was not for being ripped off himself.*
*Knowing what Rhizor was talking about, Dagron also spoke up.*
: Oh yeah! Enrick, I know the diamond is shiny, but if you want one, you can just ask, you know! I'm hungry and impatient, so let's do this fast, right?
: He was stealing that? I thought he was holding onto it until we put everything out... Enrick, why would you do that? *Mahler adds, somewhat disappointed in his ally.*

Posted by: Cyrus Fri Jan 18, 2008 12:17 am
Castor wordlessly heaves the robotic wreckage onto his shoulder, much like one might carry a suit of armor, then turns to his comrades. "Ready when you are," he says, his voice neutral as he adjusts Varro to a more favorable position. [Excluding the Scarab of Protection, The Bag of Holding IV, the Ring of Protection +5, and the Ring of Evasion, the groups sell the pot and receive 771,970 gold, which is further divided into 192,992.5 gold per group. Have fun, guys.]

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Fri Jan 18, 2008 1:21 am
: "What, you mean this?" Enrick reaches into his bag of holding and displays the missing diamond, wincing slightly at his allies' understandable reaction. : "Oh, this is trully regrettable. I know, I know I should've notified you before, but the mission was a priority at the time, what can I say? Sorry to have misled you there but I believe you are mistaken as to my real intentions."
The quirky noble looked smugly at the three of them and raised his hand higher so everyone in the room could see what it carried. The diamond glistened under the light that entered through the huge hole into the ceiling of the shrine.
: "This, you see, is in no way meant to be a simple spoil of war destined to be sold for profit. This diamond holds a great value in its shining splendor indeed, but not in the way it was meant to be. For this precious stone I hold in my hand, my dear friends, bears the symbol of our striking victory! What better than high valued goods to represent a meaning of equal importance? Today a great foe was to fall, hence the selectiveness in my choice."
He paused to think over it for a moment.
: "Hmm... Now that I mention it, that gave me a divine idea!"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Jan 18, 2008 1:52 am
Jim turns towards Varro, shaking his head at the smoking hulk of metal. : "How the heck did you manage to get up and around... Adam is good, but not that good," Jim murmurs, turning as Castor starts towards the robot. "No, don't bother, that robot is made of Megatanium and..."
Jim trails off as Castor lifts Varro up and over his shoulder with only moderate difficulty. Were his gasmask not firmly in place, he would've been slackjawed.
: "Well... That's... something you don't see everyday..." Jim mutters, staring at the minotaur.
: "Wow! That's strong! That's like... Ridiculously strong!!" Sheila mutters. "How is that even possible?!"

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Jan 18, 2008 2:13 am
"He eats his vegetables," Ashathel said, shrugging. "Anyway... we should probably figure out how many people Tristan can comfortably hold, and let the rest head back to base."

Posted by: Cyrus Fri Jan 18, 2008 2:14 am
Castor throws a skeptical glare to Jim, and then Sheila, not quite believing their disbelief. "Why are you guys so impressed? Don't you have machines to do this kind of thing?" The minotaur shrugs for a moment, testing the cobalt wreck he was toting. "Not even an even ton...I carry heavier stuff for Zook."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Jan 18, 2008 2:27 am
: "You're not supposed to be able to match the strength of one of our machines," Jim says, shaking his head. "It takes a powerloader rig to move Varro when he's immobile usually... You just did it with your bare hands."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Jan 18, 2008 2:35 am
Merla's eyes widen and her jaw drops. She stares at Castor in disbelief. "Bloody heck," The Halfling says, refraining from saying what she would normally say since they are in Mitula's shrine. "How did you DO that!?"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Jan 18, 2008 3:19 am
(( Rangers equipment distribution.: GDO Funds: 190K+40K from Destonian Raid = 230K Leftover 3K used to repair Varro. Varro: Anti-Magic Field upgrade: 60,000 GP Strength upgrade: +6: 20,000 GP
DR upgrade: 10/-: 20,000 GP
Pantherath:
Ring of Evasion: 5K+ Panth's personal fund.
Villetta:
Has chosen to abstain.
Michael:
Has chosen to abstain.
Jim and Sheila:
Enchant Jim's Blast Armor to Blast Armor+5: 25,000 GP
Upgrade Sheila's GICS suit to Epsilon class: 25,000 GP
Maria:
Ring of Spell Turning. (Destonian Raid.)
Melissa:
Enchant Melissa's rifle to +3 Holy: 50,000 GP
Jessica:
Ring of Protection +3: 18,000 GP-8000 GP(disenchant)= 10,000 GP
Personal Force Field: 15,000 GP ))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Jan 18, 2008 4:36 am
"Are you kidding? Anyone with a strength score of at least 22 can do it, but if it's lower than 27 they'll be staggering around like one of Faralon's rape victims," Ashathel said, shaking his head. "Stupid offworlders..." Or... "Gabe could probably do it too, but he'd be walking really, really slow," Ashathel said. "No offense, but we've had to learn to make due without the Ancient's technology for a while; that sort of thing usually leads to doing stuff you wouldn't 'normally' be able to do."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Jan 18, 2008 7:04 am
Jim shakes his head. : "I'd forgotten how the nature of these places affects people..." Jim says peeling off his helmet and gas mask and looking around. "You're both very lucky and very unlucky."

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Jan 18, 2008 7:14 am

QUOTE (Cyrus @ Thu Jan 17, 2008 8:44 am)
Gail turns at the treasure hunter's guessing game, about to speak, when the Doctor cuts in and dissolves her intent, leaving a slight silence in its wake. However, the maiden's brow furrows deeply, and she looks to Alastor again, blue eyes set on him. "No," she says curtly, a tense quiver in her voice, "That's exactly what it was." She then wheels about, her manner more rigid and rushed as she leaves the hallowed temple of the goddess, her mount and the thief in tow.

The Doctor is silent for a long moment, his eyes lingering on the departing form of the maiden and the man she was protecting, and then a smirk slowly crosses his lips. He listens to the unfolding conversation with apparent disgust, the sudden shift in his attitude evident. Finally, he walks from the temple chamber shaking his head with a sneer, “Typical.”
Cedric walks from the chamber with a tired but content expression on his face.

Posted by: Cyrus Fri Jan 18, 2008 7:34 am
[Distribution of Monetary Gains for Pertinent Services of Valour and Bravery: Standard Gains When Split Amongst Involved Parties: 192,992.5 pieces Gold Cedric's Crusaders: Gain in Goods per Persons: Zook ~ 15 Bars of Various Metals, no Share
Telanna ~ Circlet of Mitula, no Share
Merkass ~ Bow of Mitula, no Share
Share Per Persons ~ 19,299.25 pieces Gold
Dam's Devil-hunters:
Gains in Goods per Persons:
Mahler ~ Ring of Protection +5, No Share
Kayla ~ Ring of Mitula, No Share
Gail ~ Ring of Protection +2 [Hand Me Down - Laerelas], Full Share
Share Per Persons ~ 19,299.25 pieces Gold
Alexander's Avengers:
Gains in Goods per Persons:
Enrick ~ Ring of Evasion, Scarab of Protection, No Share
Laerelas ~ Ring of Protection +3 [Hand Me Down - Mahler], Full Share
Caius ~ No Share, For Reasons Known to Leader
Share Per persons ~24,124.06 pieces Gold
Notice: Those of You Who Received a Hand Me Down From Another Party Member at This, or Any Other Time, Will Still Be Bestowed Their Rightful Share.]
[Corrected some very large errors in basic math. I apologize for the inconvenience. Note that these are average shares, and the leaders can change this as they wish.]

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Jan 18, 2008 7:45 am
Cedric donates his share to the stronghold building fund: +23,753.05 gp (More money for Vox and TUM to play with. Have fun.)

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Jan 18, 2008 8:08 am
((I think you mean Vox. I take no part in the HQ planning.))

Posted by: Rusty Fri Jan 18, 2008 10:41 am

QUOTE
Alexander's Avengers: Gains in Goods per Persons: Enrick ~ Ring of Evasion, Scarab of Protection, No Share Laerelas ~ Ring of Protection +3 [Hand Me Down], Full Share Caius ~ No Share, For Reasons Known to Leader
Share Per persons ~24,124.06 pieces Gold

((Note to those in Alexander's party: The listed share per person may be inaccurate, in case I lower Alexander's share. Another factor that may come into play is whether or not Hal will take gold. I need to talk to Vox on the matter. So don't buy anything JUST yet. You might get some more gold in your pocket.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri Jan 18, 2008 8:08 pm
((Hal is going to spend 3425 of his share to buy a Ring of Mystic Healing and a Healer's Belt (covering the other 400 with his gold on hand). He'll kick the rest back into the fund for everyone else, giving them 20,699.06 gold to divide amongst themselves))

Posted by: Cyrus Fri Jan 18, 2008 9:34 pm
[Gail purchases the following items during the next few moments of downtime, when that comes up: Cloak of Charisma +6 [36,000 - 3,600 = 32,400 gold] Reliquary Holy Symbol [1,000 gold] Belt of Health [14,000 - 1,400 = 13,600] 32,400 + 3,600 + 13,600 = 49,600 gold pieces.
She also sells the following things:
Cloak of Charisma +2 [4,000/2 = 2,000 + 10% = 2,200]
Torc of Sacrifice [6,000/2 = 3,000 + 10% = 3,300]
2,200 +3,300 = 5,500.]

Posted by: Lord Oddeye Fri Jan 18, 2008 10:04 pm
((Enrick's Vampire Torc is still up for grabs but finally I'll hold onto it if nobody wants it (as opposed to selling it). I'm also starting to upgrade his weapon. The total amount of gold to be spent for the planned upgrade is 55 800gp: 52 000gp base price (that includes Vanishing, Holy Surge and Prismatic Burst) +10 000gp to halve the duration of the upgrade -10% discount. Ready in 21 days.
For now I'll add the Vanishing property for 8 550gp.
Gold kindly provided by Alex from his personal funds.))

Posted by: Rusty Fri Jan 18, 2008 11:19 pm
((From 192,992.5... Hal: 3,425 Alex: 9,567.5 Enrick: 0 [got stuff and money from Alex] Caius: 0 [inactivity]
Eve: 0 [inactivity]
Everyone else: 30,000
Yup. Enjoy yourself 30,000 gold. Now I will lock this and include this information in a new topic.))

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