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Posted by: Rusty Fri Aug 11, 2006 7:59 am
*Feeling the storm within him building, Ombligo blasts out another Lightning Bolt at the same foe as before, his body crackling with static as he floats forward.* ((Move closer...As long as it's not in the darkness and doesn't get allies in the way, I'm fine. 25' movement. Below Kria maybe? Another Lightning Bolt on the same Bowrider as last round, if no allies are in the way. Otherwise, pick a target, preferrably a necromancer or healer, that does not have allies in front.
LB #4!
Damage: 2 6 6 3 2 5 2 3 = 29.
REF save DC 23 for half damage.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Aug 11, 2006 1:58 pm
((Kayla is half down, just so the healers know for next round. ))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Aug 12, 2006 12:56 am
((Yes, I am awesome.)) Coventry glances around with a frown after healing Sorel, then notices that Kayla is injured. He speaks a word of power and healing energy courses through her body, sealing some of her wounds. [Immediate Action: Close Wounds : 2 + 5 = 7 : Kayla]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Aug 12, 2006 1:54 am
A Necromancer, the Hydra, and the Bowriders manage to avoid entanglement even as their comrades are beset with vines and grasses. Due to the height, the Sniper escapes the effects of Tanis' Blaze spell. However, of those remaining, only the Hydra and the Bowrider manage to avoid the worst of the spell.
((12 damage to the Hydra and Bowrider. 27 to the others. (Tiefling resistance counted.))
Despite his harsh words towards himself, Farain's arrow is the last straw that broke the Bowrider's back. The centaur crumples and twitches before going still, the arrow's explosion pulping his chest.
Langston slides his rapier through the Death Archer's back and he screams in pain, clutching his wound.
Gail casts her spell, the power of the Light guiding her companion's shooting even as Bozak stumbles out of the Darkness, heavily wounded.
Ombligo's bolt crashes into the Hydra, weakening it severely as electricity crackles over its scaly flesh.
((Save failed.))
A quartet of arrows flies over Stoltz's head and the tinker turns to spot the two hidden Snipers that had run away earlier. Gleefully, he fires his rifle at them and also misses.
A globe of darkness falls upon Langston and Graigus as their quarry runs to fight another day. ((Marked by gray circle.))
Gilliam misses again, his bullets raking the area around the Death Archer.
A pair of arrows bounce off Ombligo's rubbery shell as the Archer returns fire.
The Necromancer and Priest manage to break themselves free even as the remaining Bowrider manages a single lucky shot on Ombligo.
((Miss, Hit! 8 damage to Ombligo.))
Another hail of fire rains down on Kria, Ombligo, Gail, Tanis and Gilliam.
((23 damage. Ref save DC17 for half damage. Gilliam fails.))
Smoke rises from Gilliam as portions of his armor melt off and electricity flies from him.
The Hydra moves forward, ignoring the fire even as its flesh is scorched and sniffing the air as it enters the globe of darkness. Even though they can see nothing, Dam and Gorrik hear the snuffling, wheezy sound of the Hydra's nostrils come closer and closer...
Next turn!

Posted by: Aldur Sat Aug 12, 2006 2:43 am
((9+2(Ref save)+6(Dex mod with elation) = 17.)) Kria frowned, attempting to dispel the darkness, but failed miserably, the burnt and pissed off Cat girl speeding towards the archer on the cliff, a smirk on her face. ((11 squares down. 1 left and descend to the ground in front of the archer.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat Aug 12, 2006 3:09 am
Sorel takes to the sky, hurtling into the sphere of blackness. Once he has flown a significant distance inward, he spreads his wings, and in a flash of radiant light, the darkness is peeled away. ((Light cast. Darkness dispelled. Sorel is at the center of where the darkness was, 20' in the air.
Go nuts, guys))

Posted by: Tarethen Sat Aug 12, 2006 3:46 am
With an archer in the distance, Farain loaded his bow, sending two arrows towards the target. ((Staying still so two hits due to haste: Attack one: 1d20: 14 + 5(Bab) + 6(dex) + 1(Haste) + 1(Elation) +2(Blessed Aim) = 29. Call that a hit. Damage:
2D6: 5 + 4 + 6(str) + 1 (elation) = 16.
Attack 2:
1d20: 4 + 5(bab) + 6(dex) + 1(haste) + 1(elation) + 2(blessed Aim) = 19. Not sure if it hits.
Damage:
2d6: 5 + 5 + 6(str) + 1 (elation) = 17. ))

Posted by: Nightmare Sat Aug 12, 2006 4:03 am
Gorrik knew that the hydra was close... but he wasn't expecting it to be right next to him. The dwarven paladin let loose on the hydra, hoping that he could put it down before it had a chance to do anything. Gorrik's first swing of his axe miraculously finds its way around all of the hydra's heads and strikes straight into the monster's heart. The beast screams in agony as it takes a second chop to the same area, ensuring that it goes down, and stays down. The screaming slowly fades as the hydra's lifeless body falls to the ground.
((Attack
Attack1: d20 + 7(BAB) + 4(STR) + 1(Haste) + 1(Elation) + 1(Axe) + 1(bless) - 4(PA) = 20!
Confirm: 18! = 29, Crit Confirmed!
Attack2: d20 + 7(BAB) + 4(STR) + 1(Haste) + 1(Elation) + 1(Axe) + 1(bless) - 4(PA) = 12 + 11 = 23
Attack3: d20 + 2(BAB) + 4(STR) + 1(Haste) + 1(Elation) + 1(Axe) + 1(bless) - 4(PA) = 2 + 6 = 8
Damage
Damage1: [d10 + 4(STR) + 1(Elation) + 1(Axe) + 4(PA)] x3(crit) = [10 + 10] x3 = 60
Damage2: d10 + 4(STR) + 1(Elation) + 1(Axe) + 4(PA) = 10 + 10 = 20
Yes, that's right, Gorrik did 80 damage even after he missed with one of his attacks... too bad I forgot about smiting... who cares, it's dead regardless.))

Posted by: Alpha Sat Aug 12, 2006 9:49 am
Tanis doesn't even cry out as the flames burn at him. He feels himself falling once again, as his body crumples to the ground, and as his mind fades into unconsciousness. [Reflex save: 1d20 + 5 + 1(elation) = 16...fail Tanis is at -2 and dying]
((Go figure. I miss the relex save by 1, then miss the stable save by 1))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Aug 12, 2006 12:27 pm
His eyes keen and penetrating, the Doctor takes in the battlefield in a swift glance, "Arbitaro! Heal the woman..." He glances once at the fair woman laying in a puddle of her own blood beneath him, then with a sigh strides across the field towards his wounded ally. He weaves magic in the air and speaks words of magic while he strides so that as he reaches the dragonman, he reaches out and with a touch heals him of his wounds.
[Cure Critical Wounds: 4 + 7 + 2 + 8 = 21 : Bozak]
"Who would have thought being slow as a brick would net someone the girl?" Shaking his head, the Doctor steps to the north and ends at the side of Gail.
[Mobile Spellcasting]
He shakes his head sadly, looking forlorn, "Some people have all the luck... Arbitaro gets to save the girl and what do I get?" With a sigh he begins to speak words of magical power which cause a wave of healing energy to surge into Gail, sealing her more desperate wounds.
[Close Wounds: 2 + 5 = 7 : Gail]
The Doctor seems oblivious to this, still whining, "Why... Is there no justice in this world? I run around healing allies but do I get to heal the beautiful stranger? No... It's just not fair." He looks at the Paladin with haunted eyes, "He stomps on and on...slowly... I push myself to the limit, dashing and rolling... It's just not fair..."

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Aug 12, 2006 10:56 pm
Wasting no time, graigus took off across the ledge, stopping next to the Necromancer. He swung hard, nearly losing his balance, but recovered quickly by using the momentum to spin around and deliver a pair of quick blows. Not built for phsyical punishment, there was barely any time between the landing of the hits and the necromancer's sqift demise.
((Charge to the spot next to the Necromancer on the hill. Pwn. Rinse. Repeat.
Haste Attack: 1d10 +5 (bab) +6 (bab) +1 (staff) +1 (w. foc.) +2 (spikes) +2 (charge) +1 (haste) +1 (bless) = crit threat (1)
Confirm: 1d10 +5 (bab) +6 (bab) +1 (staff) +1 (w. foc.) +2 (spikes) +2 (chargee) +1 (haste) +1 (bless) = natural 20, no failure
Attack1: 1d10 +4 (bab) +6 (bab) +1 (staff) +1 (w. foc.) +2 (spikes) +2 (charge) +1 (haste) +1 (bless) = 34
Damage: 1d6 +1 (wpn) +6 (str) +7 (spikes) +7 (brambles)= 23 damage to the Necromancer
Attack1: 1d10 +4 (bab) +6 (bab) +1 (staff) +1 (w. foc.) +2 (spikes) +2 (charge) +1 (haste) +1 (bless) = 26
Damage: 1d6 +1 (wpn) +6 (str) +7 (spikes) +7 (brambles)= 22 damage to the necromancer. Necromancer dead.))
"Better him than me, that's for sure," Dicem muttered, witnessing yet another enemy falling at the monk's hands. "Ah well... time to catch up on the kill count, I guess." And with that he snapped off a pair of shots at the necromancer.
((5' step forward, then fire.
Haste Attack: 1d20 +5 (bab) +4 (dex) +1 (mwk) +1 (haste) +1 (bless) -2 (shaky) = 20
Damage: 1d8 +1 (str) +1 (pbs) = 7
Attack: 1d20 +5 (bab) +4 (dex) +1 (mwk) +1 (haste) +1 (bless) -2 (shaky) = 18
Damage: 1d8 +1 (str) +1 (pbs) = 6))
MOving to the side of the fall spellcaster, Arbeiten wasted no time in closing the most grevious of her wounds with a single touch.
((Move to the right of Astrid, then cast CSW.
Cure Serious Wounds: 3d8 +8 = 28 hp healed.
Also, anyone healed by Arby should have another 1 HP; forgot he had the healing domain.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Aug 13, 2006 12:08 pm
With a gasp, the maiden awakens from her deadly slumber and glances around in apparent confusion. Noting the half-giant standing over her, she smiles with relief and nods, "Thank you for your aid." Getting to her feet, she looks out over the battle, noting that the tide has turned due to the arrival of these new allies. Intent on finishing off the enemy quickly, she outlines precise symbols in the air and speaks words of power.
[Mass Enlarge Person: Gorrik, NPC Soldier, Dicem, Langston, Graigus if in range]
[+2 STR, -2 DEX, +1 Weapon Size, 10ft reach]
Magic surges through into several of the warriors on the field, swelling their size and strength.
She then glances back at her healer, "Who are you?"

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Aug 14, 2006 3:22 am
Kayla moves to aid the others, but she lets out a whine of disappointment as the Hydra falls to the ground. There was no way that she was going to let anyone get all of the glory. The bad news is that she has no ranged weapons, and she is only able to move next to Gorrik. Kayla scowls, looking upon the foes on the other side of the wall of fire.
[Kayla moves next to Gorrik and doesn't do anything, because there are no enemies in her range]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Aug 14, 2006 3:26 am
Graigus clubs apart the brainpan of the Necromancer in a savage display of fury as Dicem's arrows take care of the final and already wounded Necromancer. Gilliam finally is able to strike one of the foes, his burst shredding the Dark Priest. Farain's arrows slay another sniper as Gorrik's axe neatly cleaves all of the heads off the hydra with a single swing. It is this frightening display of might that is the last straw for the battered devil battle group. Globes of Darkness appear all over the battlefield as the survivors flee into the woods.
Ignatius snorts and he lands.
"What weaklings," he says, tilting his head to the fleeing Devil Army.
Victory!
Everyone gains: 1500 XP!
Spoils of War:
3,000 silver coins.
1,000 gold coins.
100 platinum coins.
Each Knight had Masterworked Centaur Full Plate.
Each Dwarf had Masterworked Dwarven Full Plate.

Posted by: Aldur Mon Aug 14, 2006 3:32 am
Kria grinned and zoomed around the canyon, giggling with glee, yelling out loud cries of "Cowards!" and the ever popular "Big meanie heads!" She then landed nearby Ignatius, her shadowy wings disappearing and she sighed. "Yeah...and hey! Are you a...what's it called. A warlock!? This is my gig! No showstealing!"
"What, are you going to stop me?" Ignatius asks, looking over Kria.
"Stop you! Haha! I'll upstage you! I'll show you. Just cause you have real wings. Nyah!" Kria stuck her tongue at Ignatius and smirked.
Ignatius shakes his head. "Whatever."
"Whaddaya mean whatever!?" Kria pouts at Ignatius and jabs a finger at him.
"You're like a little kid!" Ignatius accuses
"Whaaaat!? No I'm not! And even if I am...what's it to you?" She glares at him.
"What's it... What the heck is that supposed to mean? And you so are!" Ignatius replies, his proper demeanor from before vanishing.
"You're a...MEANIE!" Kria nodded and shook her fist at him and stepped away slightly, studying him. "Well...it's understandable. After all. My powers ARE much better than yours..."
"What? Your powers are lame! You couldn't even dispel that darkness spell!"
"You didn't even try! Can you even do that!?"
"I can do anything!" Ignatius replies, defiantly.
"...Oh really. Anything? Turn invisible!" Kria stood with her hands on her hips, smiling triumphantly.
Ignatius smiles ferally and does just that.
"That's...you. Argh! You...you're a horrible person! Reappear!" Kria was annoyed. She hadn't been able to do that yet.
"Why should I? Am I SCARING you? OoooOooOo!" Ignatius replies in an imitation of a ghost.
"Hah! You don't scare me. I'm very hard to scare! And a walking bat thing doesn't scare me!" Kria frowned, and then hesitated. "I'll make you come back if you don't!"
"I bet you can't!"
Kria snarled, mildly annoyed now. "Alright! But if you feel pain...it's your own fault!" She felt around for him, being able to detect him through the spell that shrouded him and gestured, attempting to dispel again.
Ignatius reappears, his face dumbfounded as he starts fiddling with a ring on his finger. "Wha... What'd you do to my ring???"
Kria frowns and then bursts out laughing. "Um...I just cast a dispelling thingy. I did warn you!"
"But... I thought... You can't..." Ignatius mutters, his face twisting in frustation. "ARGH!" Ignatius storms away.
Kria stands flabbergasted and then recovers, stomping after him. "Oh no you don't! Get back here! Unless you wanna admit I'm better than yoooou!"
"What's that? I'm better than you? Glad you can admit it!" Ignatius calls back as he takes to the air. Suddenly he turns invisible again. "Hey, it works again! Ha!"
Kria pouts, and shakes her head. "No no you don't!" She immediately grows shadowy wings of her own and chases after him, using her innate ability to detect magic to follow him. "Using a ring is cheating! What CAN you do!?"
Kria suddenly drops like a stone.Her wings disappear as a dispelling wave of magic washes over them. Kria screams and hurtles to the ground, getting up again, angry eyes blazing. "Right! That's it! That hurt! You're more than a meanie!" She attempts to Dispel his invisibility, running after him from the ground.
"Oh, you're going to cry about a little fall? What a wimp!" Ignatius says even as his invisibility goes away. Undaunted, he flies higher and away.
"I'm going for a soar! Catch you later!"
Kria frowned, Casting again as the wings reappeared. "Come back you meanie!" She flew after him, ready to kick him in the face if nessessary.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Aug 14, 2006 5:55 am
Sorel tumbles to the ground, retaking his true form as he does so. He looks about for a moment, and catches the view of Astrid. He approaches, attempting to gather his wits about him. : "I am Sorel. What is this envoy's destination?" [Diplomacy: nat 20 + 10 + 17 = 47]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Aug 14, 2006 5:55 am
Kayla turns as she hears words being exchanged between Ignatius and Kria. The rogue rolls her eyes and sighs heavily. Kria being so childish bothered her enough, but this was worse. This squabble embarrassed not only Ignatius and Kria, but Kayla herself, and probably the group as a whole.
I swear...that child does not know the meaning of the word self control. Why didn't Ignatius just ignore her? This is so embarrassing...
Kayla stays where she is, her arms crossed over her chest, and her face totally straight. The rogue says nothing...she just watches Astrid like a hawk.

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Aug 14, 2006 3:22 pm
Coventry steps over to Tanis with a wry grin, "Friend, you've cost me the chance to save the life of a young woman..." He sighs, "I don't have much in the way of charms, so that pretty much ends any chances I might have had with her." His eyes are alight with amusement, though his face looks rather melancholy, "Such is life, I suppose, some are destined to walk alone."
After a moment, the Doctor chuckles and shakes his head, "Ah well... Enough play and now to business." He speaks words of magic and weaves symbols in the air twice, each time further sealing the wounds of the warmage.
[CMW: 6 + 1 + 8 = 15 : Tanis]
[CMW: 2 + 2 + 8 = 12 : Tanis]
This task accomplished, he turns to watch the two warlocks play. Chuckling, he shakes his head, "See... Most people blame me but here's what they don't realize, Kria is stark raving mad."
...
The maiden brushes the dirt off of her dress with a preoccupied frown, her eyes staring out over the forest. Her hair is a soft blonde and two pointed ears protrude forth from it. Finally, she pulls a small pearl from a pouch at her belt and holds in between her fingers firmly.
[Spot: 13 + 2 = 15]
She pauses as she notes Kayla staring in her direction like a predator watching its prey. The maiden appears taken back at this and for a moment keeps her eyes on the shadowy rogue.
[Sense Motive: 19 + 4 = 23]
Frowning at this thoughtfully, she turns to face the man who had approached her and upon seeing him it is clear that he has obtained her full and undivided attention, "Ah..." She smiles, finally having found someone who clearly had not only authority but some wits about them, "My name is Astrid Melantha, a volunteer wizardess with the Galam Defense Force."
Sorel bows slightly. "You are bound for Galam, then?"
"Correct." She nods, glancing over the battlefield with a troubled frown. "We were en route with supplies for the defenders of the city."
Concern etches the old man's face. "A supply envoy overseen by defense forces? Is there siege in Galam?"
The pearl between her fingers grows brightly for a moment, magical energy dancing around it before fading away. Sliding the pearl back into the pouch at her side, the wizardess crosses her arms, "Lately, the entire world seems under siege..." She sighs, distraught at the situation she now describes, "Galam is not under direct siege as last I knew, our army fights valiantly yet our enemy is cunning and seems to grow stronger with each passing day." Her brow furrows, troubled as she looks down at the ground, "Their numbers replenish but it has become impossible to resurrect our dead...without the use of rare and quickly exhausted relics and artifacts."
Something akin to solace passes over Sorel's face, but it is quickly suppressed. "There is no corner of the world untouched by this war," he says softly. "No corner of the cosmos. No corner of the soul." With a start he comes back into focus, looking intently into Astrid's eyes. "Our paths are one, it seems, at least as far as Galam. I am not the leader of this expedition, but I do believe we will be able to escort you and the goods you carry to their proper destination."
Astrid smiles, seeming comforted by the words of the old man, "In truth, I was going to request such of you." She glances around, her eyes curious, "You possess a great deal of strength, far more than I would have expected to find in such a place. I must thank you for your timely aid, I fear that all would have been lost without it."
Sorel tilts his head. "Your talents were crucial to a victory that would otherwise have been much harder won. A distinction, I think, that should not made lightly."
The wizardess shakes her head, "I would disagree, my talents did ward off the assault long enough for you to come to our aid but they were hardly sufficient." She looks at Sorel appraisingly, "Power such as yours is rare to come across... Are you soldiers of the east?"
Sorel bows his head. "We are not a conventional force, I will admit. A mercenary band. The care with which I tread around frankness is a standing request of our leader. He is... exceedingly careful to avoid spies."
Astrid arches an eyebrow, her eyes following the catfolk flying through the skies shouting, "...avoid spies?"
Sorel cannot suppress a smile. "Ideally, at least. I should say," he goes on, that you may notice, among our eclectic number, several carrying holy symbols. Paladins and clerics are bound by code and faith, not by birth. Those who appear unsavory may not always be."
Astrid nods thoughtfully, "True... Now, Mercanaries?" The wizardess crosses her arms with a disappointed frown, "I take this to mean that you are already engaged to an employer?"
Sorel nods. "We have a standing mission, and employer." He raises an eyebrow. "Had you some intention to commission us?"
"I see... For a moment, I had considered it." She mummers in disappointment, "However, we have little enough to tempt you as it is. Our need is great and our coffers are emptying rapidly.." Astrid sighs, "Only a fool would sign to such terms."
"A fool's errand is often a quest in disguise," Sorel muses. "In any event, all I can offer is a pleading of your case. There is a chance, if your quest involves the cessation of this conflict, that our paths may intertwine a good deal farther than Galam."
The wizardess is taken aback, "Wha... What?" She looks around the group once more, "The cessation of this conflict? You have power but...it is not that great."
Sorel smiles faintly. "You misunderstand, I think. It is not our aim to beat down the devil army singlehandedly." He sighs. "Once again, I would be remiss if I explained the nature of our expedition."
Astrid smiles at a loss, "It would seem so..." She looks around the group, her eyes settling on Gorrik, "Is that powerful warrior your leader? You mentioned that your leader was male, else I would think it was the female holy knight."
Sorel gestures to Dam. "He is our leader."
The wizardess blinks, "...him?"
The druid gives Astrid a sympathetic look. "Indeed."
"Strange..." The wizardess frowns, "Strange indeed..." She glances at the druid with some trepidation, "I have had few dealings with figures so shady...might you provide me some advise on how to best deal approach this?"
"Well... You could remove your blouse and jiggle..." An amused voice interjects rather rudely, "Though, I don't know if that would work on Dicem... He seems rather chummy with the monk." The Doctor ventures as he steps forward.
"If you explain your case fully and honestly you will recieve the fairest treatment." Sorel says. "He may be shady, but he is a remarkably intelligent and fair-minded man."
The wizardess scowls darkly, coldly examining this newcomer, then turning back to Sorel, "Indeed... Well, that's more than you can say for others in your expedition I dare wager."
The Doctor frowns slightly and leans against the cart, staring out at the battlefield.
Sorel's expression is curious, "Oh? I would dare say that none among us is particularly foolish... most of the time. Nor are any particularly cruel... very often."
Astrid arches an eyebrow, glancing at the Doctor before answering, "Indeed?"
"Indeed," Sorel says, "And I would think that when you gather together so many strong-willed and powerful people, that is itself an achievement." The old man follows the wizardess's gaze, and winces slightly.
The Doctor glances up and grins in response to Sorel's wince.
Sorel bites his bottom lip and his expression neutralizes.
"If you say it is true, than I shall believe..." Astrid replies, then bows slightly, "Thank you, I will speak to your leader now." The Wizardess turns and makes her way to Dicem.
Sorel nods. "You are most welcome."
The Doctor chuckles as she walks away, stepping over to Sorel, "You old dog, chasing after a younger woman?"
Sorel rolls his eyes. "Alas, my foul motives are exposed yet again."
The Doctor shakes his head with a comfortable grin, "You old pervert." His gaze trails to the silent half-giant standing nearby, "Though, I think our servant of Mitula might give you a run for your money. He seems quite taken with the girl...did you see how fast he rushed to heal her?"
Sorel raises an eyebrow. "Do I detect a hint of jealousy?"
"Terribly so..." Coventry sighs despondently, "Yet, I know that I cannot hope to compete with the likes of you and my stoic rival."
Sorel shakes his head. "So, I trust you have no trouble walking?"
"None what-so-ever." Coventry chuckles, gesturing up at Kria and her half-vandal boy toy, "Flying can be quite troublesome as you might have noticed." He shrugs, "As for swimming, its so limited."
Sorel sighs. "You could burrow. It would be a sight, I think."
"That wouldn't do at all... I'd get all dirty." Coventry replies, "I'll leave that to our tinker friend...and perhaps Kria."
"Were you like this as a child?" Sorel asks.
Coventry chuckles lightly, "Of course not, I was much smaller then..." He frowns thoughtfully, "I think I was much better looking too, cuter you know."
"I'm sure Gilliam would know," Sorel muses.
"No doubt." Coventry nods, "He is quite uncanny."
"Indeed..." Sorel says. "You two seem to get along almost as famously as you and I." He frowns. "I am beginning to feel left out."
The Doctor sighs, shaking his head, "Please don't be hurt... I suspect that Gilliam is a demigod or even god of some sort... A deus ex machina of sorts heavy on the machina." He chuckles lightly, "Besides...this is partially your fault as well, Gilliam makes that extra effort to physically restrain me that you never do."
Sorel nods. "I must confess I was never one for wrestling, even as a boy. At least," he adds, "Not the kind you prefer to avoid."
Coventry nods with a smirk, "Hard as it is to believe, neither was I. Something about forcing another to obey my will is of little interest to me." He chuckles, "I'd rather have others do my will of their own free will."
"That much is patently clear," Sorel says.
"We can't all be dominators..." Coventry replies with a half-bow, "Well, what of you, were you like this as a boy? I'd imagine that your hair was a different color at the least...or are you like our friend Gail?"
Sorel grins. "My hair was roughly the same color as Dam's when I was your age. Geological records will confirm this."
Coventry chuckles, "Ohhh... So you've finally figured out my age." He nods, "Most impressive...but this opens a more disturbing course of conversation..." He looks at Sorel seriously, "Does this revelation about your hair color give merit to the rumors that Dicem is your bastard love child?"
Sorel bites his lip again. "I don't have any children," he says, looking over at Dam and Astrid exchanging words. "Although if I did they would be a little older than he is."
The Doctor arches an eyebrow, "Are you certain you don't have children?" A hint of something darker enters his playful voice, "Just because you think you don't, doesn't mean that a long forgotten night of passion did not have results unknown to you." Coventry grows silent, then chuckles, "Too young then? That crushes that rumor."
Sorel's expression darkens in kind. "Thirty years, at least, this spring."
Coventry almost looks startled for a brief instant, then weaves the conversation in a different direction, "You've been uncharacteristically silent of late, mourning the loss of your owl?"
Sorel's eyes burn as he glares at the doctor, but he says nothing.
"Have you considered attempting to scry the bird's location?" Coventry suggests, "Since you seem unwilling to attempt a more conventional search."
Sorel shakes his head. "Scrying is a very dangerous thing to attempt when there are forces at work of such power as we have already witnessed."
Coventry blinks, looking at Sorel questioningly, "How so?"
"To detect scrying is as easy for a wizard as it is for me to scry," the druid says, "If Lunauga has fallen into such hands, and it would be a simple, effective trap, then this is precisely what such a force would desire. If, however, there is some other cause for his disappearance, then he will return in due time. He has followed me farther." The old man looks up, instinctively, into the sky. "He is not dead, this much is reasonably certain."
Coventry is silent for a long moment pondering this, "I suppose..." Then he frowns, "No, not really... I don't really understand at all. If someone or something important to me vanished, I would want to know where they or it was trap or not." He shrugs, "Different personalities I suppose."
"He will return, soon." Sorel insists.
Coventry chuckles, "Then why get upset?"
Sorel shakes his head. "Some things are beyond my power to explain."
The Doctor nods sympathetically, "That must be distressing..." He frowns thoughtfully, "Hmmm... I think I can relate to that, I thought I made a mistake once but I was mistaken."
Sorel replies, "Your modesty is overwhelming."
Coventry nods humbly, "Yes, I know." He sighs, "It's quite a burden."
"It is admirable," Sorel notes, "Your perception is uncanny. I recall very early you claimed to have completely dissected my personality."
Coventry chuckles, "Not at all..." He smiles, "I just had a remarkable insight."
"A remarkable insight?" Sorel asks. "Of what nature?"
"The natural nature, of course." Coventry replies, "Just the way you like it." He looks down at the soldier who died defending Astrid and the cart, "I wonder... What do you think he's seeing now? Bliss, torment...nothing at all? Just another world like this?" He frowns, "It's a pity that I can't bring him back and ask."
Sorel looks at the corpse. "My suspicions are confirmed," he says, "I am told that even great magic has difficulty bringing the dead back..." He sighs, and whispers, "No corner of creation..."
Coventry slides his glasses from a pocket and rests them on his nose, looking through them down at the bloodied figure, "In any case, I wonder... There must be a way to circumvent this seal on resurrection. I need to study the matter, it makes little sense to me that items should work but spells not."
"Such items would likely be artifacts of considerable power, or able to bear a strain greater than a cleric might. Or a divine sorcerer."
The Doctor arches an eyebrow skeptically, "A divine sorcerer? Sounds like a cheap rip off..." He shakes his head, "I wonder though...what miraculous powers such as those of the mightiest casters might accomplish when put to the task." He frowns thoughtfully, looking over his glasses at the bodies of the enemy, "Your spell selection seemed much more combat oriented this battle... Is there a reason for this? Attempting to move away from the role of back-up healer?" He chuckles, "I'm up for the task but I'm not so certain about our worshipper of the three breasted goddess."
Sorel tilts his head. "My magic was primarily supportive, and cast before the battle began. I had little chance to heal this battle; it was more important, I thought that I handle the larger groups."
Coventry nods, "Most likely true... Just curious..." He crosses his arms, "Well, I have a question for you. You voiced a hesitation to use scrying to locate your bird...which still makes no sense to me but its not my concern...are you opposed to scrying altogether or just in search of your bird?" He adjusts his glasses, "Now that the topic has been raised, it occurs to me that there are several locations not to mention people who would benefit from being checked on in this dark time."
"I have no opposition to scrying. I am sorely out of practice, but I do recall it being decidedly less expensive for me than it would for others."
Coventry smiles, "Well, I for one would feel rather comforted by seeing that homeland remains in safety... Among us are others who would be even more comforted I suspect."
Sorel casts a glance to Graigus. "Yes..." he says, softly.
Coventry arches an eyebrow, glancing at the monk, "Ahhh... I was referring to certain others but I suppose more than just enlightenment concerns our young monk." He chuckles, "You might extend the offer to Gail, Kria, and Farain as well. Perhaps even to the entire party other the span of a few weeks."
"I could," Sorel says. "I could manage to cast it twice a day, I think. Taking roughly an hour each time. Over the course of a week it could be done."
Coventry nods with a smile, "I never doubted you for a moment... Quite the kind gesture on your part, helping to ease the minds of others while refusing to ease your own. Very noble." The Doctor nods, "Well, I should tend to my patients since our clerical friend here has done little but drool over the..." He frowns for a moment, "Hmmmm... You know, I can't tell." He glances at Sorel, "What do you say, Half-elf or Elf?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Half-elf or Elf? The girl you were talking to..." Coventry explains some measure of mock annoyance, "She is clearly of elvish lineage... Which is it?" Then the Doctor pauses, an expression of horror crossing his face, "You...you don't suppose that she's a half-vampire, do you? I didn't get a good look at her teeth but she might have dyed her hair."
Sorel closes his eyes, and shakes his head. "If only it were unbelievable... If that will be all, I leave you to your patience."
Coventry chuckles as he turns to make his rounds, "I think you mean the patience of my patients."
The old man sighs wearily as he watches the doctor depart.
The Doctor wanders among the group, healing those who are wounded.
[Claim as needed]
[CLW: 2 + 5 = 7]
[CLW: 6 + 5 = 11]
[Mass Lesser Vigor : Four Characters receive 18 hp.]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Aug 14, 2006 4:10 pm
((Kayla will take Mass Lesser Vigor, please Btw, Kai, Astrid senses that Kayla doesn't have evil intentions. She gathers that the rogue is probably just paranoid. That's how she is, I'm afraid. Kayla will have no friends ))

Posted by: Alpha Mon Aug 14, 2006 5:08 pm
Tanis' eyes flare as he regains consciousness once more. He immediately realises that the battle is over. He sits up as Doctor Coventry walks away from him, to move over towards Sorel and the wizardess. He mutters a thank you under his breath towards the departing figure. He bends his knees to his chest, and wraps his arms around them, looking around as Kria chases after the half vandal.
He quickly notices that though his wounds are mostly healed, his war robes and armour are drenched with blood. Not feeling in the best of moods, and not wanting to be congealed into position, Tanis stood up and walked off, not heading in any particular direction, muttering to himself in catfolk.
((I'll take the other CLW that heals 11HP. It'll bring Tanis up to one hit point away from full. If anybody wants to intercept him and talk, go ahead))

Posted by: Cyrus Mon Aug 14, 2006 5:24 pm
[On vacation. Schedule screwed up. Nearly flated by a bus. Don't expect much out of me...but then again, how is that different from any other day? Also, ref save vs. Blaze2=1d20(2)+9=11. Gail takes full damage.] Gail merely glowers as the Doctor visits his charges, subjected to his whines and loud mutterings of dissent until he wanders off to take care of pressing business. The paladin could only sigh, her left hand rubbing her burning eyes. Not even five minutes, and the lecherous doctor had already staked out the mage they had aided. That, and the 'spat' between the warlocks...the warrior lowered her hand, her blue eyes returning to the field. She couldn't be thinking like this. She still had a job to do. Moving among her allies, she aids the doctor in his attempts, her holy powers mending wounds and soothing burns.
[36 points to use. Claim whatever you need.]

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Aug 14, 2006 7:45 pm
Stepping around the thick pool of blood spilled from the Hydra, the maiden makes her way to the shady figure of Dam Dicem. She slows as she nears him, looking him over cautiously, then taking a step forward and bowing slightly, "I understand that you are the leader of this...expedition." She begins somewhat uncomfortably, "I must thank you for your aid, there is little doubt that I should have died."
"Dam Dicem," he said, extending a hand.
The maiden extends her hand in reply, curtsying slightly though her face shows uncertainty, "I am Astrid Melantha, volunteer wizardess with the Galam Defense Force."
"Yeah... Galam. Good thing we're headed there, I guess; we can cover you, if you want." He shakes her hand.
"Yes... I and Galam would greatly appreciate any aid you might offer." She nods, withdrawing her hand, "Your man Sorel informed me that you are already commissioned...but I would still like to extend an offer of employment for Galam." She glances into the distance, "We are in dire straits, soldiers of your caliber could save many lives." She looks at Dicem, bracing herself for disappointment.
"Well... as it stands now, you're not the only one who wants our services. Normally I'd have to say no, but... if it's just protecting you from here to Galam, we can accept. After that, it all depends on whether we've accomplished our original employer's goals."
"I do not know what we can offer in terms of wealth..." Astrid replies with a troubled frown, "However, I am certain that Galam will reward you as well as it is able." She sighs heavily, "Strength such as yours must be in high demand during these dark times."
"Actually... if possible, we'd like to speak to Ian. It's the reason we came this way, and anything you can do along those lines would be great,"
Astrid arches an eyebrow, "Ian?" She frowns thoughtfully, "I will do what I can."
"That's all I can ask," the rogue said. Our healers will patch up your men as best we can, but first I want to stop and grab some supplies off the Devil soldiers. War doesn't make supplies easy to come across."
"Very true..." Astrid nods, "I am surprised that you allowed the devils to flee as they did, it is our policy to pursue and destroy as many of them as possible." She frowns, "The supplies we carry are for Galam but we might be able to spare some if necessary."
"Well... to be honest, I wouldn't normally let them go, but I figured we ought to worry about you more thean them," Dicem said.
Astrid nods, "I appreciate the gesture..."
"How are things in Galam, if I may ask? It'd be good to know what we're headed into."
"When last I was there, our troops were fighting desperately but holding against the Devil Army." Astrid frowns, "I trust in our strength but everyday seems to bring a new danger. The power of the gods appears to be waning... There are rumors of creatures that seem to be made of pure darkness..." She sighs, then glances over her shoulder towards the warlocks, "Speaking of which, I could not help but notice...you have some...unusual...perhaps even dark figures in your party."
"No one you need to worry about," the orange-haired youth said, "We've all got a little darkness in us, but it's what we do despite that that matters. Everyone here is committed to not being the kind of folks who ambush young women and the like."
"I see..." Astrid smiles lightly, "I will have to trust your judgment." Her face grows serious, "For the time being my services are at your disposal. Let me know what I can do to be of assistance."
"You're the one hiring us, not the other way around," he said, smiling. "I should be the one saying that."
"Hiring without a set price..." Astrid replies with a smile, "Sounds a bit risky to me."
"Oh, it is... but every once in a while I'm a betting man. And I'm willing to bet this is worth it," Dicem said, flashing her a look. "You should meet with your guys while we finish sorting things out." And with that the rogue turned around, giving orders to take whatever the group could off the fallen devil soldiers.
Astrid arches an eyebrow, then she chuckles, "That went surprisingly well." Shaking her head, she glances back at the carts and the sole surviving soldier that had accompanied her, "Shouldn't judge a book by its cover I suppose..."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Aug 14, 2006 8:46 pm
: Thank you again, Sorel, for the spells," Graigus said. "They really helped this battle." Sorel smiles. : "Actually, I was just thinking about another spell I could use to help you." : "Really? That would be great," the dwarf said, nodding. "I just wish I could do something to help you during battles..."
: "This isn't a battle spell," Sorel says. "Do you know what scrying is?"
: "I think so... it has something to do with finding things out, I think?"
Sorel nods.
: "I understand you are worried about your monastery. Your master."
: "Yes... I guess Dam told you about my request," the monk said, his tone lowering.
: "He did," Sorel replies, looking down at the dwarf with concern. "He also told me his answer."
: "I... i just don't get it," the drunken boxer said. "I would've come right back..."
: "It is time which Dam does not think we can afford to last without you. If, say, a measure of days could be reduced to the span of an hour to attain some small measure of peace of mind before being able to gain it in person," Sorel goes on, "that would be a very valuable thing, would it not?"
: "It would be," Graigus said. "But no one's heard news about my second master for so long... I can only think of the worst."
Sorel tilts his head.
: "Do you have any personal effects of his? A posession, perhaps a garment? A likeness?"
: "I... I can try and draw a picture of him," Graigus said.
Sorel nods.
: "It may be difficult without a more direct contact, but it is something, until Dam can afford to let you go."
: "And what are we up to?" Dicem asked, hauling full-plate armor retrieved off of a fallen dwarf.
: "Someone had gotten me thinking about the benefits I could offer through scrying spells," Sorel says. "Graigus, for example, might be able to calm himself somewhat if he can see his master is well. There are tactical advantages, if one is willing to accept the risk of having the sensor reversed."
: "Is there any way to reduce the chances of being noticed?" the rogue asked, dropping the armor.
: "Not of which I am aware," Sorel says.
: "Ehh," the rogue said, considering it for a a few moments. Finally, he said, "Alright... who are we scrying for? Your master at the monastery?"
: "No, not Master Quialis," the dwarf said. "Master Chu Rao."
((collective OoC ))
:"Never heard of him. Where's he from? Any allies I might know?"
: "Dava, I believe," Graigus said.
: "Dava? Jeez... you know people who run in circles like that? No wonder you tore through them like an axe through a leaf," Dicem said. "Alright, do it... but the second it looks like anything's going wrong, let me know."
Sorel nods.
: "Thank you."
"And Graigus," the rogue added.
:"Yes, sir?"
: "Good job today. I'm sure both your masters will be proud." And with that Dicem left, hauling the armor to the carts as best he could.

Posted by: Riegien Tue Aug 15, 2006 8:46 pm
Bozak assists Dam, carrying a suit of centaur armor to the wagon. "I fear I was less than useful in this last combat." ((id grab the other CLW for 7, should bring me up to a little over half hp))

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Aug 16, 2006 3:01 am
[Take an 18 for Bozak as well, that leaves two which is plenty and you need it.] Astrid steps over to the remaining soldier of her unit, calling him by name. She tells him quietly of the unofficial deal she has made with the mercenaries and asks him his opinion. While he ponders the matter, she watches her rescuers with restrained curiosity for most and distain for a few such as the warlocks and the Doctor.
His task of healing complete, the Doctor walks up beside Ombligo, "You did quite well this battle...save for nearly frying poor Dicem..." He smirks, amused, "Bit of a grudge? I would have thought it would be sent my way."

Posted by: Rusty Wed Aug 16, 2006 3:28 pm
*Ombligo folds his tentacles, annoyed.* : "Maybe next time I will, nurse."

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Aug 17, 2006 2:50 am
The Doctor looks at the strange magical creature with an expression both perplexed and troubled, "...maybe next time you will nurse?" Blinking, he looks back over the battlefield trying to make sense of it all, "Nurse on what?"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Aug 17, 2006 8:24 pm
The battle over, the war-wearied caravan begins to move again, along the road to Galam. It's only a short while before the group is in the thick of the northern forest. The caravan driver explains this is a secret trail not many know about. The Galam Army has been using it to trickle supplies in from the north and bypass the significant devil and cult forces amassed in the area.
Despite the warnings and lingering danger in the air, it is a beautiful area. The sun shines lightly down, the trees overhead providing plenty of shade, as well as concealment from the air. Green is everywhere, the life of the forest bringing a wistful feeling to Sorel's old heart.
((You've got three days of game time to RP. If nothing else, just summarize what you do on the trip.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Aug 17, 2006 9:21 pm
When not spoken to, Sorel was silent as he walked through the forest. Smells of earth and growth, and the subtle music of nature saturated the air. The light breeze that carried the aroma of dark, rich soil was his censer. The chorus of birdsong was his undying hymn. Scores of trees stretching into the sky were the walls and vaulted ceilings of his cathedral. In the forest Sorel was priest and protector, student and servant. He closed his eyes, letting his ears and the presence of his comrades guide him, and he reflected. He remembered.
At the base of a great oak Sorel had spent 15 years of his life. It was unyielding beneath him, rough and reassuring, and it extended and spread like a shield over the forest. He was whistling, trying to match the tune of the robins nested above. He ran a hand through his orange hair, and found a leaf had fallen ever so gently onto his head. The tune died on his lips as he studied it. Brittle and dark, it was the first herald of autumn. The sound of movement behind him prompted a yawn as he stretched his hand up, displaying the leaf.
"Autumn's early this year," he said in the woodland tongue.
A soft rush and she was beside him, cradling the leaf in her hands. Her skin and hair were dark brown, but her eyes matched his, bright and clear emerald green. Oihanebrielle.
"Winter will be cold." her warm, melodic voice responded. "Next year will be better."
Sorel laughed. He did it lightly then, and often. "Always another autumn slumber, another spring awakening. Until the day I die I'll never know how you can stay so optimistic.
She embraced suddenly, her body tense. The young man's brow knitted in concern. "What's wrong?" He picked her chin up and looked into her eyes, but her expression was distant and unreadable. Frowning, Sorel wrapped his arms around her in kind. "It's all right," he said.
: "It's all right."
Sorel opened his eyes and looked about, his eyes misted over. Blinking rapidly, he cleared his eyes, and began to whistle in tune with the robins above.

Posted by: Rusty Thu Aug 17, 2006 11:36 pm
*Ombligo begins to examine the information he had obtained about the hero Max, reading each line carefully as his attention remains fixed upon it.* ((He'll be reading all three scrolls he bought until someone wants to RP. For right now, it's Max.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Aug 18, 2006 12:51 am
An Examination of the Hero of the Second Shining War, Max. Written by; Rufus Redford, Shining Scholar. Paradoxically, the most well known of the Shining Heroes is also the most mysterious. Where is he originally from? What's his last name? Is he alive or dead? Questions surround the enigmatic but reknowned figure of the Dragon Slayer. Nonetheless, as one of the few who have dedicated themselves to recording the exploits of the best heroes this world has to offer, a Shining Scholar, I will attempt to unravel those questions.
The first obvious question to ask is, "What is Max's last name?". It's an odd question, no? Still, most people recall the hero only by his first name. Even research done by this esteemed scholar in the form of interviews with surviving Shining Warriors found that he insisted on being called by his first name, and never publically revealed his surname. Before we answer the obvious question, I must ask why?
This gets into an interesting, obscure, and possibly controversial fact. Extensive research done by myself and corroborated by others establishes that Max was indeed the little brother of none other than the Masked Death of Runefaust, Kane himself! Further research indicates the sensational notion that the Hero Ian was Kane's son, making him Max's nephew! It's easy enough to see why Max would want to keep his last name secret during the Shining War if he knew he was brother to one of the enemy's most feared and godless killers, especially when his own brother was responsible for the deaths of two close to him.
That answers the why, but now for the what... While Max made an effort to conceal his surname, and Kane's was concealed by the late and unlamented Runefaust King Ramlaudu and Darksol, research conducted on Ian revealed it at last. Assuming that the lad took his father's name and not his mother's, the bloodline that produced two legendary heroes as well as one legendary villian turned unlikely hero is none other than the family... Shieldwright!
The Shieldwrights are one of the oldest bloodlines recorded, having settled primarily around Runefaust and Guardiana, near the Gates of the Ancients. Though existing on record, there are virtually no noteworthy deeds recorded by any of their number, or indeed, no mention of them nearly anywhere! It's as if the family were actively trying to keep a low profile.
Records of Max's early life, though exceedingly difficult to find, have revealed a few noteworthy facts. Interviews with the head priest at the Guardiana Church show that Max was sent to live under the Church's care at the age of four. Identical records show that Kane, at the age of twelve, was sent to live at the Church in Protectoria. Tha parents then promptly vanished, and with them, the last elders of the Shieldwright clan. Max grew up not knowing his parents, and presumably still does not know them. His life from that point onward is normal, making friends with the halfling Lowe when he came to the church for training, being schooled by the monks in the basics, things of that nature. What changed his life, however, seems to be when Varios took him in as a student. No research has been able to find out why the First Knight of Guardiana would take in a young orphan and sadly neither Max nor Varios is available for comment. From that day onward, Max's life was a process in which he was shaped into the warrior that would eventually slay the Dragon and free all of Rune from a tyrannical regime. His deeds during the Wars are well documented and I see no need to repeat common knowledge here.
However, it is interesting to note the effect he had on his soldiers during the War. The friendship he had with the future Advisor to the Crown Lowe was strengthened. A new friendship based on memories of Varios, the need for vengeance, and a common home was forged with the eminent General Mae Lanceres. It is widely said that the Queen Anri was inspired by Max's leadership in battle to continue governing her kingdom during the harsh years of rebuilding that followed. These are only the most famous examples. Nearly every member of the Force was affected in some way by the hero.
Finally, recent discoveries by myself and a few others in the Shining Scholar community have unearthed the reasons for Max's long absence from his adopted home of Guardiana... Indeed absence for he is still alive!
The elusive hero had vanished with the robot Adam due to a miscast Egress spell. What caused the spell to be miscast no one knows for sure. Perhaps the Dragon sought to drag his slayer to the grave with him in one last act of spite and failed, perhaps the hand of fate sought the hero for yet another task... in any case, Max was ripped from the Castle and deposited in a sleepy hamlet on the continent of Parmecia.
Not knowing where he was, Max wandered for a time, seeking but not finding a way home. At last he decided to settle down for a while, to rest in a small farming village near the heartland of Parmecia. It was only a month before he found he had to cut his vacation short. Reports are sketchy here, but it appears Max and Adam encountered Mishaela during a foray into the wilderness. Surprised at the witch he thought to be long dead's appearance, a hasty and ill-prepared combat ensued. Neither side had expected to find the other, both sides thought the other long dead. After a few minutes of pitched battle, Mishaela fled and Max retreated as well, seeking his armor and sword. His sword was recovered, but, for reasons unknown to me, he left without his grand armor. To be fair, it is unknown if even he had it, some scholars have theorized he took it off in an attempt to swim free of the castle before the Egress miscasting activated and whisked him too away... What is known for certain is that Max spent many, many years searching for Mishaela. When he finally found her, this time prepared and with companions hastily drawn from the local adventuring community, another fierce combat ensued. This time Max was eventually defeated and a Mask of Darkness forced onto his face, just like his brother.
What Max did in the timespan between then and his rescue is unknown... perhaps it is better that way.
What is known is that the hero Ian managed to rescue Max and the two went on to slay Mishaela for good, as well as the revived Darksol. A scant year or two has passed since then. With the strengthening of travel routes between the continents and new tradelandes having been opened thanks to the invention of the steamboat by the Destonians and Sarabanders, it is thought that Max would finally be heading home at some point.
Scholar's addendum: The recent war changes things as you well know. Though his homeland is in ruins, it's my belief Max will go to where he is needed most regardless of personal feelings. Not to mention travel at such long distances is once again denied to him for the most part.
Second scholar's addendum: Max's timeline:
19 Years old as of begining of Shining War. 22 years old when War ends, hero vanishes. 24 years old when rests at village. A month later encounters Mishaela, sets out to hunt down devils. 40 when confronts her a second time. 42 when freed from the mask and Mishaela defeated. Current age would be 45.
Note: Sources claim that Max appears younger than he is by a substantial amount... Why this is is uncertain. I personally like the idea that constant exposure to powerful magical items such as the Orb of Light and the Chaos Breaker have saturated his body with holy energy, making him somewhat more than man.
End of report one. See Miscelleny for additional facts about all the heroes.

Posted by: Aldur Fri Aug 18, 2006 4:39 am
Kria smiles as she wanders through the forest. Well, more like runs because she stopped to make a daisy chain and found herself behind. Eventually catching up she grinned as she noted Ignatius. She liked annoying him. He reacted so cutely. She walked over. "Yo! Iggy!"
"Eh? What now? Going to try and turn my wings pink? Going to try and blast me? Go ahead, I'm ready for you," Iggy says, eyes narrowing.
"Hey...changing your wings colour is a good idea. Thanks for that one!" She shook her head, arms behind her back as she smiled beautifically at him. "But no." She pointed then to the daisy chain on her head. "You like?"
"What, flowers?" Iggy asks in disbelief?
Kria tilted her head to one side and nodded. "Yeah...like, don't you like flowers?"
"They're for women," Ignatius says with a frown. "I've got more important things on my mind."
"Oh? What like! I'm good at problem solving!" At this point Kria giggled and began to dance around him a circle before returning to her normal pace. "Cmon! Open up! Don't be stuffy and boring!"
"I've thinking about how to kill someone," Ignatius says, offhand.
Kria nods. "Oh that's easy! Knife em, Blast em...slice em?"
"Not so easy on a Vandal."
"A what?" Kria frowned, tilting her head to the other side from before and sighed. "Tanis mentioned it before...I really need to start remembering these things. What's a Vaaandaaal?"
"It's a powerful evil entity," Ignatius says, rolling his eyes.
"Ohh. Then...get a more powerful not evil one to smash them around?" Kria nodded, this seems like a good idea. Honestly, sometimes she just amazed herself!
"Yes, but how would I convince one to do that?" Ignatius says, frustratedly. "And where would I find one?"
"Well...Doesn't the big birdie live in Bedoe?" Kria smiled brightly. "Ask him!"
"Stuck up high priests won't let me," Ignatius growls. "Say I'm impure and tainted or some other drivel."
"Maybe they'd let me? I can purify my eldritch blasts after all." Kria smirked at this, idly wondering if he could do the same.
"Do what?"
"Chat to the birdie!"
"Ha! I'd like to see you try!"
"Alright then! After we find Max. Show me where!" She nodded decisively, a firm believer of the keeping trying method.
"You're serious?" Ignatius asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Darn right I am! A bunch of stodgy old men can't stop me from meeting a God!" She frowned, tilting her head. "And I'll be stronger if this amount of battle keeps up too!"
"That's right... Hey, I'll be stronger too! Mom always said that battle hones the senses, sharpens the mind and perfects the body... With all this battle... Yeah, I could do it!" Ignatius says, suddenly grinning.
"Really? Wow. Your Mother sounds cool. Mine was all...You must do this. You must become worthy to lead the tribe into glory under the service of the Dark Dragon. Blah blah blah. She was so boring." Kria sighed, pouting.
"Mine was a paladin," Ignatius says, quietly. "She was all about duty and honor, but... She tried her best to raise me alone... She... Wait, Dark Dragon?"
"Yeah. My Mother is High Priestess of a nice little tribe dedicated to serving that Dragon. As I recall it...She lives back there in the forest before the canyon." Kria smiled brightly. "I'd think about going home but the whole ARGH! TRAITOR! thing really isn't cool...you know?"
"I can imagine," Ignatius says with a frown. "What'd you do?"
"Kinda went all...Not evil. Yeah. Sounds about right." She laughs, finding this funny.
"What?"
"Well. You know what Dark Dragon is? Big evil thingy that kills things. Did you think people that worshipped it were nice?"
"No, but... What, you just woke up one day and said, 'I think I'll not be evil today?"
"Well...yeah. I mean, having watched us travel around destroying even the plants on the ground I kinda got sick of it. I could never make a daisy chain! no flowers left, ya know? So I told Mom. She and I rowed. Had a fight. I fled. Met Tanis. Voila."
"Tanis? Ah, your war-wizard friend..."
"Yeah. He's like my little brother or something. You got siblings?" Kria smiled, wondering if they were warlocks as well.
"Probably, but not from my mother," Ignatius says, eyes narrowed.
"Hum...sounds like a complicated family life?" She smiled, wondering about a few things. "So your dad wasn't...nice?"
"My dad was a Vandal."
"I never knew who mine wa-...A Vaaandaaal? The like...same one you wanna kill?"
"Yes."
"Well. Good luck then! And hey...don't offspring usually surpass their parents? Hey! That means you'll really be kicking ass later on! Oh yeah!" Kria frowned at this and pouted. "But I'm still better!"
"We'll see about that."
"You can't turn invisible without a ring. I'm better."
"You can't turn invisible without a ring either, I'm better."
"True. But I'm better. And you wanna know why?"
"Because your fur got into your brain and you can't tell when to quit?"
"Cute...not what I'd expect...but can you use this?" Kria grinned and unsheathed her bastard sword, twirling it around.
"Pffft. Why would I need to?" Ignatius asks.
"Hmm? You mean you can't channel your blast into a weapon and then beat with it and blast them with it at the same time? I'm better. Yupyup." Kria smirked triumphantly, and winked at Ignatius.
"Better at being annoying," Ignatius says with a frown.
"Hey! Don't make me beat you up!" Kria frowns, pouting at Ignatius.
"Like you could!"
"...You can't even use a weapon! How are you gonna stop me?"
"I shall crush you with my BARE HANDS!" Ignatius bellows, balling his fists and pausing for a moment. "...throwing two magical blasts!"
"...Are you a man or a mouse! Put up your fists! Stop relying on daddy's gift! How're you going to beat him without doing something with your own strength!?"
Ignatius narrows his eyes. "That's crossing the line, even for a girl."
"Well? Aren't I right? Didn't your Mom teach you about fighting or anything?"
"She tried," Ignatius said, grumpily. "I just didn't like it. She tried to teach me swordsmanship, I didn't have the patience for it."
"What about a bow? Stick? Axe? Mace? Spear?" Kria frowned, tilting her head a little, trying to think of something.
"I can use a few of those, but I prefer my powers," Ignatius says. "I like the irony in fighting fire with fire."
"I'm just saying...I mean, weapons can be handy. My sword is enchanted to deflect arrows for instance."
"I guess, but why waste that money? Why not buy magic or armor?"
"It's saved my life before. So like...It's a good investment for two thousand gold..." She smiled, sheathing it and then shook her head. "Magic? Like what?"
"Amulets? Things like that? In my case, gold for soldiers."
"Because they can't have that enchantment. Random but true!"
"I'm sure you could get it for gloves or something," Ignatius says with a snort.
"But I can hit people better with this. And also use my powers to give it an extra kick!" Kria puts her hands on her hips as she sticks her tongue out at Ignatius. "Honestly. Some people are Sooo Mule headed."
"Whatever."
"Whatever? What kind of lame comeback is that? That's like something a twelve year old would use! You suck at this!"
"What do you expect?" Ignatius says.
"Something better! Argh! You suck! I thought you'd be better at this!"
"What? I don't go around insulting people all day long!"
"Really? It's all you ever seem to do!"
"No, all I do is take what you give me and hand it back!"
"Only because you're a pompous ass!"
"Blah, blah, blah..."
"That's it! You are now twelve! Come back when you find out what girls are!"
"I'm thirteen and shut up!"
Kria blinked, and looked Ignatius up and down. She was completely speechless for once. She reached out and prodded him lightly, and then whistled. "Damn...your mother musta been cooking up some good dinners!"
"Yeah..." Ignatius says, looking away.
Kria blinks, thinking that wasn't exactly the nicest thing to say. "Well...at least you don't need to worry about being pushed around...right?"
"I guess."
"Ah cmon! Don't be a crybaby! You gotta be a man!"
"I'm not crying. Do you see any tears?" Ignatius asked, pointing to his dry eyes.
"Shaddap! Hey...Can I ask you something?" Kria moves up and stands on her tiptoe's to whisper into Ignatius' ear. "Can you...are you a functional male yet?" Her eyes twinkled with mischief, she'd not had this much fun in a long time.
"What?" Ignatius asks, surprised.
Kria at this point burst out laughing, running away from Ignatius, her last comment being..."Are you the size of your age or the size of your height!? Hahahaha!"
"What? That's..." Ignatius sputtered, shaking his head and biting back his reply.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Aug 21, 2006 11:02 pm
Concern pulls Sorel from his reverie. He walks up to Ombligo, intent on checking up on him. He sees the magic creature reading scrolls. : "From the scholar?" he asks. *Ombligo responds, his gaze still fixated on the scrolls.* : "Yes. It says Max will probably go wherever he's needed most."
The old man tilts his head.
: "Does it say how he will know where he is most needed?"
: "No, I don't think I saw that anywhere in the report...He was in Galam before, though. Apparently he defeated Darksol a couple of times."
Sorel's brow darkens momentarily, but he dismisses it.
: "Hmmm. How did you fare in the last battle? I confess I was unable to see you much after it began."
: "Well...I almost hit Graigus and Dicem with a Lightning Bolt. I knew they could dodge it, but I guess that was a little
reckless. The battle could have gone a lot worse, but I guess I did okay."
Sorel winces.
: "You must be more careful. But I am glad to hear you did well."
: "What was with that lizard man? You know, the one that tried to kill me a few times? He didn't even do anything!"
Sorel shakes his head.
: "I cannot say."
: "I don't like him one bit. We can't trust a devil hunter that doesn't even try to hunt devils. I personally think he's a fraud."
Sorel frowns, and attempts to change the subject.
: "Were you hurt in the battle? It seems unlike to sit so still, even when there is work to be done."
: "Yeah, that fire hurt a lot. I think an arrow or two hit me, too...But that healer guy came and healed me. Not Coventry...The good, quiet healer guy."
: "Arbeiten is his name," Sorel says.
: "Ah. Yeah, him. He rarely talks to anyone...At least, I haven't spoken with him yet. He seems nice enough, though."
: "He has been reserved, but he is as dependable as anyone in battle," Sorel says. "The way one behaves is not always the best indicator of the good in one's heart."
: "Does that make Coventry a saint?" *Ombligo says, snickering.*
: "In a way," Sorel replies without a trace of humor. "It is under duress that one's true character is shown, and our doctor has been nothing short of exemplary under duress."
: "I think little things are important, too. He's been starting a lot of trouble with Kria and I think it's going to end up a big problem if he doesn't stop instigating things like that. He might be good in battle, but I still haven't
heard a pleasant word leave his lips without sarcasm attached."
: "Kria is a big girl, and reacts to the doctor's teasing of her own free will. No one is wholly responsible for the choices of another."
: "But then it'll just get worse if he feeds off of her reactions."
Sorel shakes his head.
: "There is no easy solution to this that is also just and fair. If Kria has a problem, she knows she can seek me out for counsel. Approaching the doctor will simply prompt him to respond with greater ferocity and even less maturity or regard."
: "I wish more people could be like you and Mahler. You two don't instigate anything negative like that and you're not
easily bothered."
: "Mahler very wisely removes himself from those situations. I... am more negative than I would like to be, than you might think."
: "What do you mean, Sorel?? You're almost never negative."
A rueful smile crosses Sorel's face.
: "Negativity lives as much in thought and feeling as it does in word and deed. I do not act it as often as I am compelled to, but it grows increasingly more difficult each passing day." The smile hardens, turns bitter. "I had quite a mean streak as a youth."
*Bringing one tentacle to his own face, Ombligo asks curiously.*
: "Were you anything like Dicem?"
: "At times. I was cold; I looked down on everyone else for what I saw as weakness and greed. I pulled away from them, as far as I could, and whenever I was confronted, my temper rose most terribly. I left the city as soon as I could, putting real distance between myself and those from whom I had distanced myself previously. Ombligo, you are perhaps the second person in all my life I could call a friend."
*Ombligo blinks.*
: "Wow...Thanks, Sorel. That makes me feel pretty special." *Ombligo happily floats up and down before stopping in mid-air, rubbing his shell with one tentacle.* "But...is the world really that bad? How much have you seen??"
: "I have seen less than I would like to, but more than I could and act as I did in youth. For fifteen years I lived in one forest, under one tree, never straying far, never needing to. The rest of my adult life has been spent wandering, much as we do now but with less clearly defined purpose. I had never before known evil as I know it now, and I have likewise ever seen good as I have in you, in others. This is a special thing, this expedition, perhaps in more than just our end."
: "Yeah...It's kind of scary. Not even just the devils, but more on the unknown things." *He looks up into the sky, his
eyes following a moving cloud.* "Like the sky. It's weird...does it go on forever? Is there anything above it other than the sun and moon and stars?"
Sorel smiles more warmly, follwing Ombligo's gaze upward.
: "It goes as high as I have ever been, as high as I can see. From earth it is infinity. As to your second question..." Sorel looks back down to Ombligo. "That is something whose answer may be more easily found within yourself. Do you believe in the possibility that there may be something in the recesses of the beyond? If you do, then there must be, because the sky is infinite, and anything that may be will be."
*Ombligo scratches his shell, obviously confused.*
: "So there's more to it than just the sky if I want there to be?"
: "Precisely."
*The magic creature groans, one tentacle resting on his shell.*
: "I think I'm going to get a headache thinking about that."
: "Truth is something we spend our entire lives searching for. You need not unravel the mysteries of the universe before bed tonight. Just... think about it a little every day, and come to me if you have questions."
: "Okay. Thanks, Sorel. I needed a break from all these scrolls. Rufus must've spent hours just describing Max's possible last name!"
Sorel laughs.
: "Make sure to tell Dam what you've learned when you need another break."
: "Will do."
: "Very well. I'll leave you to your study." Sorel says, departing.

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Aug 22, 2006 12:55 am
Astrid sits near the campfire quietly, examining a large book filled with complex diagrams and equations. She frowns intently, tracing one of the diagrams in the soft dirt with a twig...then she pauses and glances up at the sound of someone approaching. A hint of displeasure crosses her face, though her voice responds with forced politeness, "Good evening, is there something I can do for you?"
The Doctor nods politely in return, a kind smile on his face, "Actually, since you ask, yes there is..." He frowns for a moment glancing over his shoulder, then looks backs whispering, "Though its not really for me."
The maiden sets her twig to the side and sighs as if bracing herself, "What crude request do you make, then?"
Coventry frowns in mock offense and continues quietly, "Surely you have noted the large armored figure that accompanies us on this quest?"
"A quest? That's grand language for a mercenary to use." Astrid points out with some annoyance, "Yes, I noted the man. What of it?"
"Well..." Coventry hesitates for a moment, glancing around with paranoia, "First, you've made a mistake. That's a woman and not a man." He smiles sadly, "I know its hard to believe but Gillian was once a noble knight...however, an evil sorceress jealous of her beauty transformed her into that hideous form you now see."
[Bluff: 19 + 15 = 34 | Sense Motive: 1 + 4 = 5]
Astrid listens skeptically at first, but as the Doctor continues her demeanor slowly changes to one of interest and even pity.
"Forsaking sacred vows, she now travels with us in hopes of restoring her former glory..." Coventry whispers on, his eyes sincere and desperate, "I know it tasks her to keep such company."
Astrid nods, "From our introduction, I can imagine why..."
Coventry seems taken back at this, a gentle frown of concern crossing his face, "Why...what do you mean?"
The maiden shakes her head wearily, "Nevermind... You were speaking of Gillian."
"Yes..." The Doctor nods, "I was wondering if you could use some form of magic to restore her to her original form... Even if only for a short time, it would still be a blessing to her."
Her eyes narrowing, Astrid examines the Doctor, "I had thought you shallow and crude but this is surprisingly good natured of you. Perhaps I've misjudged you."
"Not really." Coventry grins, his eyes mischevious, "As I said...she was quite a beauty..."
Astrid frowns heavily.
"Don't scowl so..." Coventry chides, "I told you she was a knight, she can more than handle the likes of a weakling like me."
Astrid closes her book and gets to her feet, brushing the dust from her garments, "I see... I might have a few spells that could accomplish the task temporality." She pauses thoughtfully, "There are also a few spells yet beyond me that I believe would accomplish the task permanently."
Coventry rubs his hands together eagerly, "Excellent, excellent..."
Astrid glowers at Coventry silently.
The Doctor blinks and raises his hands with a helpless chuckle, "I don't you not to scowl so..." He pauses and glances around once more, "Oh...a word of advise.... Be tactful... She's sensitive and if you present her with a solution she might become offended."
Astrid arches an eyebrow, "Offended? Why?"
"Now don't be daft..." Coventry replies patronizingly, "It's a sensitive topic, just be cautious how you broach it to her. Might be better not to let her know you know until its all been done."
Astrid stares at the Doctor for a long moment, "So...you're suggesting that I cast a spell on someone without asking their permission first?"
"No." Coventry shakes his head, "Not at all, I'm merely suggesting that you cast a different spell than the one you asked permission for."
Astrid sighs heavily and turns away, "I'll have to consider this...request..."
"Of course..." Coventry replies with a bow, "...but keep in mind that you will soon be leaving us. It would be a magnificent means of repaying our aid."
The maiden frowns, "Perhaps..."
Coventry grins and turning, strides away.
Astrid stands silently for a long moment, considering the words she had exchanged with the Doctor, then glances around for the helpful old figure of Sorel.
Sorel catches Astrid's eye and waves her over, his expression tired and worn.
Astrid frowns slightly at the expression on the wiseman's face, but then approaches, "Salutations, I was hoping to benefit once more from your wise council but perhaps another time would be better." She examines at the old man with concern, "Are you well?"
Sorel offers Astrid a wan smile. "I am well, all things considered. Tiring thoughts. I am more than well enough to hear and to offer advice, if you would ask of it."
"In this dark times, it is amazing that all of us are not overcome by weariness and fatigue." Astrid replies softly, "In times when I am beginning to become overwhelmed, I often devote myself anew to my studies or just take a moment to ponder nothing more than the taste of hot tea and the warmth of a fire." She glances at the fire for a long moment, then continues, "It is a policy of mine to never make use of my art on another without their consent... With the obvious exception of my enemies." She turns back to Sorel, "This healer who accompanies you, the crude one, suggested that I make use of my abilities to restore the flesh of one of your comrades....only without their full knowledge nor consent. Though his words carried truth, I thought it best to first consult you in the matter. Shall I restore the flesh of this one called Gillian?"
Sorel bows his head and is silent for a moment. A sharp intake of breath precedes his response. "What keeps you from speaking more directly with Gilliam? I do not turn you away, but your unease troubles me."
"The healer assured me that such an approach would cause offense..." Astrid frowns, "He seemed to be convinced that Gillian is rather sensitive on the issue and a direct approach would accomplish nothing rather than generating ill feelings." She glances at the fire, "He was of the opinion that once her body was restored, she would be more inclined to gratitude and less inclined to anger and shame."
Sorel tilts his head, as if the disturbance would roll the issue about like a pebble in his hand. "As a moral issue, I question how helpful such an act would be couched in secrecy. A new body, even one ardently desired, is a jarring transition, not made well by the unprepared mind. As a practical issue, I believe the transition may negatively impact Gilliam's usefulness in our quest, both as he loses the abilities of his current form and suffers the disorientation of the new one. On the whole I would advise against it, at least until you spoke with Gilliam more directly."
As Sorel speaks, Astrid's eyes slowly narrow. She remains silent for a moment after he finishes then, finally, speaks, "He?"
Confusion is apparent as Sorel's face, but it is slowly replaced by grim understanding. "...Did the Doctor tell you Gilliam had been a woman?"
Her eyes narrowed, Astrid replies with irritation, "A female knight of great beauty..."
Sorel leans on his staff heavily, appearing more tired than ever. "Our Doctor is, among other things, a very skilled and glib liar, who takes great enjoyment from the act and the havoc it can cause."
"I'm beginning to to get the picture." Astrid sighs wearily, "So his true motives are nearly as immature as those he voiced." She shakes her head, "No matter, I will speak to Gillia...m about this matter at a latter time. The spell would only restore his body temporarily in any case." She looks at Sorel for a long moment, "A great burden seems to rest on your shoulders, perhaps sharing it with one not entangled in the affairs of your quest would ease it?"
Sorel looks at the trees for a moment, and then back to Astrid. "I lost my wife long ago. We lived in a forest not unlike this one. Her memory is especially sharp here." He smiles ruefully. "It is odd. As much as I listen and am called upon to give counsel, I don't particularly enjoy being on the other end of the conversation."
"I can understand a certain hestitation to discuss such painful memories..." Astrid replies solemnly, "I fear that there is no comfort that I can give you." She smiles slightly, "Would you care for some tea?"
A gnome pops up, "I brought the scones!"
Sorel shakes his head. "I thank you for your hospitality, but I haven't eaten or drunk in nearly as long as I have been without my wife. Frankly, I am unsure how I would react."
"I've often considered purchasing such a ring myself." Astrid nods, "Though, I doubt that I would cease taking in nourishment, if only for the subtle enjoyment."
"A ring?"
Astrid looks at Sorel slightly perplexed, "A ring of sustence?"
Again Sorel lowers his eyes. He holds up his hands, which bear no ring. He reaches for the pouch at his side, recently emptied of spell components, and reveals its sole content: an unblemished red apple. "I have no ring."
[WIS: 20...+ 0 + 10 = 30]
Astrid blinks and seems taken aback, "How... How then can you go without nourishment?" She looks over Sorel intently, curiosity overpowering her confusion, "Fascinating... You don't carry any equipment?" She speaks a word of magical power and makes a quick gesture.
[Detect Magic]
Sorel nods. "I have taken a vow of poverty, and through some process beyond my full understanding the divine powers of nature have aided me in that endeavor."
"The divine powers of nature? Astrid frowns thoughtfully, "I've never heard of such a force before."
Sorel begins to sing, "You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know ...
You think you own whatever land you land on
The Rune is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the Rune and still
All you'll own is Rune until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind."
...
Sorel frowns. "Years of experience have shown me my magic draws more in common from priests than from arcanists, yet I claim no affiliation among the gods, and am devoted to nothing but the stewardship of nature and the preservation of my vow."
Astrid seems intrigued, "Fascinating... Even nature has taken up arms against these fiends." She smiles encouraged, "It heartens me to hear this."
"It is a testament, if nothing else, to how utterly unnatural these forces are, how disruptive to the balance of nature."
"Indeed it is..." Astrid nods solemnly, then looks up, "You hold no ill will towards arcanists such as myself? Though are powers are not of nature but of careful study and manipulation?"
"Your power is as much a part of nature as mine. A castle wrought of stone and wood is as natural as a mountain, a forest. Human hands are not so inherently impure that all they touch becomes unclean. All serve nature."
"If all serve nature, then what of our enemies?" Astrid ponders with a frown, "What separates them from us or from the beasts of the wilds? I know that they are evil...beyond compare even...yet many of our kind are also evil."
Sorel shakes his head. "Those who actively seek to disrupt the balance are the enemies of nature. But even they, as they aim for destruction, inspire and call to those who would preserve the balance. In this way are our enemies nature's enemies as well as nature's servants."
The wizardess silently ponders this for a moment before responding, "I see the wisdom of your words. Though, somehow, they are different than what I had expected from one who speaks for nature." She smiles distantly, "Much more forgiving to the sentient races than I should have expected."
"There is a lack of perspective in many who bear a cause, a philosophy. The inability to see both the grand sweep and the finite. If one accepts the narrow, the immediate importance of balance, they often ignore or are unable to see how intricate and elaborate nature's equilibrium is. Those who take the broad view may see all acts not in accordance with instinct as denials of nature, yet one cannot deny that free will is itself a product of nature."
"You believe free will is..." Astrid pauses for a moment, weighing her words, "An illusion? We all fall into the grand scheme of nature in some vague incomprehensible fashion?" The wizardess frowns thoughtfully, "I will have to study this, I fail to believe that anything is beyond comprehension if enough time and effort are expended."
Sorel frowns. "Quite the contrary. I believe free will is very real, and that each individual decides his or her own path within the great sweep of destiny. However, I cannot help but think that in that same great sweep, circumstance, chance, and the variety of personality and experience will show that as a whole the free will of all beings will favor balance and parity."
"All things tend towards balance... A fascinating concept." Astrid mummers, "I'll have to consider it further..." She bows, "Thank you for your wise council, I hope that in the future I might prove of more aid for your own difficulties." The wizardess then steps back to the fire.

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Tue Aug 22, 2006 1:03 am
((Everyone roll a WILL save against 'teh ghey' for your characters, except for Aldur.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Aug 22, 2006 8:16 am
((RP XP: Kria: 150 Sorel: 350 Astrid: 150 Coventry: 300
Dicem: 300
Graigus: 150
Ombligo: 200
Kayla: 100
Tanis: 100
Langston: 100
Gail: 100))
Faint voices. Faint memories. Things overheard long ago struggling to resurface.
"...experiments much proceed! If we don't understand..."
"...Vandals! But what if they..."
"...doing this for a better future for all sentient-kind!"
He was walking the halls again. The cold metal halls, light by panels of light in the ceiling. Fellow soldiers in their blue-gray uniforms walked by, here and there scientists in their odd many-pocketed coats. Very rarely one he'd walk past the ones in the flowing white robes, the Sages. The Sorceror-Scientists that where the pillars of the Metaphan society.
The ones that the Innovators would arise from their ranks.
The Innovators that would become corrupted and turn into the hated Vandals.
The Vandals that would spark the war that caused the experiment.
Oh, Light... The experiment...
"Gilliam! Run! Get to the surface and get the word out! You've got to get help! Go! Now!"
The fire... The blood... everywhere...
"Hol-AAARGH!"
"We can't stop them! Nothing can stop..."
"This is madness!"
The screams...
Blood splattered onto the base's emblem. The symbol of an eye overlooking the globe, a shield behind. The base's name burned into Gilliam's mind even as he saw the emblem and the name it bore.
Megiddo...
"Aaaaaaargh!" Gilliam jolts 'awake' with a strangled cry. If he had been truly living, he would've been breathing heavily for a few minutes. As it was, he stared blankly ahead before returning to his powered down self repair state.
-----------
Three days have passed. In that time you've been constantly dodging Devil Army patrols while making use of the Galam Army's hidden trail. However skillful or lucky you have been in evading the patrols, it becomes increasingly difficult as you near Galam...
Astrid realizes that the group is nearing the end of the trail even as the sounds of a pitched battle are heard from further up the trail... From where the Galam Wall should be. Among the sounds of battle most have come to recognize is a distinct one you've only heard a few times before... The droning buzz of a chaingun firing.
: "What? Does the Galam army employ tinkers?" Gilliam asks.

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Aug 22, 2006 2:53 pm
The wizardess frowns then shakes her head, "There were none when I was last here but the Defense Forces have been recruiting." She rubs her chin thoughtfully, "I have spells which can hide one from sight... Perhaps sending out scouts would be beneficial?" She opens her spellbook and glances over a few pages of diagrams, "I have two such spells, one lasts until you act offensively while the other has a shorter duration but allows for offensive actions." She looks up at Dicem, "What are your orders?"
[Spells cast at request.]
[Invisibility - 8 Minutes]
[Invisibility - 8 Minutes]
[Bull's Strength - 8 Minutes]
[Greater Invisibility - 8 Rounds]
[Greater Invisibility - 8 Rounds]
[Haste - 8 Creatures, 8 Rounds]
[Mass Enlarge Person - 8 Creatures, 8 Minutes]
[Fly - 8 Minutes]
Coventry proceeds to cast Elation.

Posted by: Nightmare Wed Aug 23, 2006 2:18 am
: Coventry hangs upside down from a tree, watching the others around the campfire with a puzzled frown. His hands wind up a music box absentmindedly, a mechanical medley chiming out. http://www.kaihaku.net/BGM/LoZCrystalLabyrinth.mid : Sorel leans against a tree just outside the glow of the fire, staring at the sky. His eyes shine in the flickering reflection of the flames. He glances at Coventry. "What is that?"
: Gorrik hears the music being played in the distance, and notices it's coming from the doctor's direction. He aproaches with a curious look on his face. "Tha' be a pleasen' tune. Where'd ye get tha' thin'?"
: Coventry arches an eyebrow from his unsettling vantage point and glances at Sorel, "...my god man, you're upside down!"
: Kayla is seated away from where the others are gathered, sharpening her swords. This is not unusual for the rogue - in fact, she prefers to be left alone while doing certain things. Aside from that, the recent behavior of some of the people in the group as shaken what very little trust she had in the first place. Kayla's face is like a stone slate - unreadable, or so she thinks.
: Sorel frowns. "I never found that position very comfortable, and I've been a bat."
: The Doctor chuckles and flipping over, lands on his feet elegantly without a cloth out of place, "You'd be surprised." He glances at the noble dwarf with a smile, "It was a gift from an old friend..." He then turns to Sorel with a frown, "No, I didn't steal it."
: "Your character is unimpeachable," Sorel says dryly.
The box is simple but well crafted, there are no ordainments or carvings of any sort. From the sound, the inner working is clearly of masterwork quality even though the outside is not.
: "Is i' at all possible te avoid any sort of hostility, or havin' someone look down upon ye when we have these conversations?" Gorrik said looking exausted from the constant bickering that had been going on this entire trip.
: The Doctor pulls his glasses from their pocket and rests them on his nose with a frown, "Well...no offense but its rather difficult not to look down on you."
: "I see ye've noticed I'm not too tall. Good fer ye." The dwarf said unimpressed. "An' that sort of comment woul' be exactly wha' I'm referin' to."
: Coventry looks perplexed, possibly even troubled, "I was just attempting to prevent impossible expectations."
: Ombligo floats above Coventry, chuckling. "Look, Gorrik. Now I'm looking down on Coventry."
: Coventry nods intently, "See?" He glances up at the magical creature, "I look up to Ombligo."
: Gorrik lets out a hearty chuckle. "I suppose ye are thar Ombligo"
: Sorel looks up at Ombligo, smiling faintly in the dark. His fingers trace the fine details of his staff. "That is a rather haunting tune."
: Kayla passes a glance to the others momentarily before she returns to the sharpening of her blades.
: The Doctor rubs the back of his head with a proud grin, "Isn't it?"
: "Did the... friend who gave you the box write it?"
: Coventry seems to genuinely ponder this for a moment, then shakes his head, "No, I don't believe so."
: Ombligo floats near the box, examining it. "It's not cursed, is it? I mean, why would it play that??"
: Sorel frowns but says nothing.
: Coventry looks down at the box with a frown, "Cursed?" He chuckles, "No... Not at all..." He looks at Ombligo, "It's not magical at all." He sighs, "It can only play one tune though."
: A note of surprise passes across Sorel's face as he listens.
: "Tha' song remin's me o' home..." The paladin says quietly.
: The Doctor turns to Gorrik curiously, "Indeed? ...and where might that be?"
: "I come from North Cliff." Gorrik says proudly. "Have ye heard of i' before?"
: "I can't say that I have..." The Doctor frowns thoughtfully, "What's it like?"
: "Well, I lived in a series o' caves tha' stretched the entire mountain range seperatin' North an South Parmecia. So fer those of ye not used te caves. Ye coul' just say I lived in a bunch of caves with a lo' of other dwarves."
: "I cannot imagine many of your clan leave home. Is it difficult?"
: "Huh..." The Doctor rubs his chin, "Strange that I've not heard of it. Must have some amazing stonework."
: "It is every now an' then, bu' I ge' a voice in me head tha' gives me strength and encourages me te keep going in order te help others." *Gorrik wonders if Ombilgo realizes that he's already spoken with that very voice.*
: "Help others..." The Doctor continues to frown, "I see. Your home is not in need of aid then?"
: Ombligo looks over at Gorrik, and then his armor, winking at it.
: Sorel frowns as he catches Ombligo's wink at Gorrik's armor, and looks questioningly at the magical creature.
: "Not since I last heard from them. Besides, findin' Max shoul' help more people than just those in North Cliff."
: Coventry tilts his head to the side, noting the fearsome visage of the rogue sharping her blade, "Lady Kayla, where do you hail from? Are you also on a quest to help others?"
: Kayla looks at Coventry, annoyed at being bothered while she is busy, but not showing it on the outside. She continues to sharpen her blades while answering the question with one word. "Yeel."
: The Doctor seems to ponder this for a moment, "Yeel..." He glances at Sorel, "How about you, old man. What settlement lost their wiseman to us?"
: Sorel looks askance at the doctor. "I lived in Tristan as a child, and in the Fairy Woods for a time after that. I've been travelling some thirty years now. This spring," he adds darkly.
: "An' where woul' ye be from doctor?"
: Sorel bites his lower lip, refusing to allow himself a reply.
: "My birthplace?" The Doctor mummers with a frown, "I'd imagine it was some sheltered bay somewhere. I really have little recollection of those early days you know, I hatched so long ago."
: Kria wanders up, humming to herself as she sees a group together. She had pestered Ignatius enough today. With a smirk she walks up to Sorel and the Doctor, their conversations odd as usual.
: Sorel closes his eyes and smiles indulgently. "A merman?"
: "Fishy dude?" Kria blinks, sniggering at this. "Well DC...you are kinda slimey."
: "Blunt as usual..." The Doctor sighs sadly, "My tragic youth nothing but sport for your amusement." He rubs the bridge of his nose distantly, "Though, half of the blood that flows through my veins is of the sea the other belongs to the cursed land."
: "Fishy men..." Kria tilted her head to one side, wondering what was going on as usual.
: Gorrik shudders slightly at the thought of the sea. As the open water has never been a place that he's too fond of.
: Kayla rolls her eyes, but doesn't say anything.
: The Doctor sighs heavily and shakes his head, "Ombligo, from where do you travel on this perilous venture?"
: "Me? I um...I don't really...have a place to call home. I just kind of wander around with Sorel and Mahler. I mean, I was born in a cave a number of human months ago, but it's not like we ever return there."
: Kria sits down and looks upwards, finding the stars more interesting than the story of a tentacle Monster.
: The Doctor nods with a smile, "A cave? Perhaps you'll return there one day." He chuckles, "Enough of this... There's a question I've been wondering about for a long time." The Doctor states as turns back to Gorrik, "Tell me, what in life is of the utmost importance?"
: Sorel rolls his eyes as the Doctor begins his game, but says nothing.
: Gorrik pauses for a moment thinking to himself, trying to find the words that he should use...
: Kria, noting his discomfort steps in and giggles a little, turning her head back to the group. "Bangles!"
: "I woul' say tha' the saftey o' everyone in the world an' the the absence of evil, with everyone gettin' along an' livin' in harmony with one another."

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Wed Aug 23, 2006 8:46 pm
Castles meant walls. Having a moment to prepare, Langston removed the Grappling Hook from his Haversack and secured it to one end of his rope before winding it back about himself again, letting the hooked end drape behind him over his shoulder. He shuffled through the bag further making sure his climbing gear was in reach should he wish to use it.
"Man, this group would be a nightmare for me if Kria were...I don't know, feral or somethin..." he joked. "Cats...and now spiders? Geez..."

Posted by: Nightmare Wed Aug 23, 2006 9:45 pm
: With the sound of gunfire in the distance, Gorrik feels that battle is coming once again. This time, he'd be bringing a friend of his along. Drogad, the Large Monsterous Spider. The dwarf was smart enough to realize that Drogad would probably be the target of attacks if he didn't at least warn the group first.
"Eerrrr... before we head inte ba'le, I jus' wan' te warn ye, tha' there will be a large spider comin' along with me. Bu' dun worry, Drogad's a friendly li'lle spider he is. An' if ye be afraid o' spiders... I recomend turnin' away an no' lookin' in my direction fer a while. Oh, an' those of ye tha' can communicate with our lizard friend thar, I'd aprecia' you relayin' the message. The las' thing I want is for poor ol' Droggy te be shot by one of our own."
With that the paladin summons his mount, hoping that everyone's well prepared for the site of an eight-legged monster to be carrying him into battle.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Aug 24, 2006 2:00 am
As everyone waits for the order to advance, the battle sounds grow fiercer and fiercer.

Posted by: Aldur Thu Aug 24, 2006 2:09 am
Kria sighs and pouts at Dam and Astrid waving her arms around wildly even as her dark wings appear and she unsheaths her weapon. "Cmon, cmon!"

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Aug 24, 2006 3:18 am
Sorel takes batform after casting a series of spells on his allies and himself. Skimming over the treeline, he takes stock of what he sees. He comes back to earth, taking human form and reporting to Dam that there is a skirmish taking place at the castle walls, and the devil army seems to be probing Galam's defenses. Sorel also identifies the chattering sound to be coming from a number of skeletons dispersed among the devil army, wielding large metal weapons used at range. After delivering this report, Sorel takes batform once more.
((BUFFS LIST. I'm not listing the time countdown on a particular buff until it's almost out. Such notices will be in bold red type
Haste - Dam, Graigus, Mahler, Farain, Langston, Kayla, Gorrik, Gail (+1 Hit, REF saves, +up to 30' movement, extra attack on a full attack)
Enlarge Person - Galam Guard, Graigus, Farain, Gail, Bozak, Dicem, Langston, Mahler (+2 STR/-2 DEX, -1 Hit, AC. Size category increase)
Barkskin - Sorel, Drogad (+3 AC)
Invisibility - Coventry, Arby (duh)
Owl's Wisdom - Sorel (+4 WIS)
Eyes of the Avoral - Sorel (+8 Spot checks)
Cat's Grace - Farain (+4 DEX)
Bear's Endurance - Gorrik (+4 CON)
Bull's Strength - Graigus, Gail, Gorrik (+4 STR)
Spikes - Graigus (+2 hit, +7 damage, 19-20 threat range)
Brambles - Graigus (+7 damage)
Lion's Charge - Graigus, Dicem (full attack on a charge)
Fly - Drogad (fly 60' good maneuverability)
Prayer - All (+1 Attack, Damage, Saves, Skill checks. Enemies get a -1 to the same)
Bless - All (+1 hit and saves vs fear)
Elation - All (+2 STR, +2 DEX, +5' movement)))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Aug 24, 2006 3:24 am
"Alright, you all heard the old bat," Dicem said, his voice the only sign of his presence. "I want ranged attackers and spellcasters to be ready to drop attacks as soon as the enemy is within range. Let's go."

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Aug 24, 2006 5:02 am
Once the wizardess casts invisibility, Coventry moves swiftly towards the fray. The soft sounds of feet are heard as Coventry leaves the area, heading for the battle early. ... When Coventry reaches the battle, it looks hellish. Dead archers slump from the walls and a number of dead soldiers and knights surround the gate. Only a trio of dwarves remain, stubbornly holding the area in front of the gate. A few archers and spellcasters still man the walls.
Coventry casts Mass Lesser Vigor on the dwarves, then Close Wounds on the worse looking of the trio.
Of the enemy forces, a number of Barbazu jab at the dwarves while fiendish soldiers back them up.
Coventry continues to heal.
The dwarves look surprised as their wounds close with no explanation.
Coventry heals more.
The dwarves hold their ground against the devils as the archers on the walls kill the Devil Army mages before they can cast more spells. The Galam mages direct a blizzard onto the enemy priests as well.
The Doctor heals more.
The dwarves laugh at their unexpected fortune and continue to hold their ground. Another rain of frost comes from the mages that slays the rest of the priests, but the skeletons retaliate by slaying the sorcerors. One of the dwarves finally falls with a pained groan as Barbazu spears pierce him.
Coventry heals the remaining dwarves and puts a protective ward on them, which they dispel by attacking.
Despite his valiant attempt, the dwarves fall under the Devil onslaught. However, they manage to take two of the Barbazu with them before dying. The archers on the walls stubbornly keep up the barrage of arrows slamming into the Devil Army ranks.
...
48 seconds later, the sounds of gunfire cease.
...
Coventry is lifted by a powerful updraft of wind onto the top of the wall, then CMWs on the nearest wounded archer.
Though soldiers on both sides fall, the Drowned Eye calmly walk up to the door and begin inspecting it, the arrows finding no organs on them to pierce.
One of the archers suddenly is healed to full. Puzzled, he looks around and shrugs before firing again.
Coventry casts Elation to empower the archers, then Close Wounds on the most wounded.
The archers begin to inflict a terrible toll on the Devils as the skeletons continue to examine the gate.
Coventry, his spells nearly exhausted, continues to heal as best he can.
The skeletons begin to withdraw, walking calmly back.
"Blast it!" a voice comes from the battlements as you hear clanking armor. A young man in full plate with a single pierced ear rushes up the battlements, sword in hand. He begins to speak powerful words of arcane might as his slashes his sword in a particular pattern into the air. A ball of lighting forms in front of him as bolts of lightning cascade onto the battlefield, annhiliating the skeletons and half the Devil Army remnant. The remaining devils flee as a loud cheer arises from the battlements.
The figure of Coventry appears among the wounded soldiers who are obviously freaked out by this turn of events.
Wearily, the Doctor holds out his hands helplessly, "Did you think your wounds were healing themselves?" He then raises a wand from his belt and begins healing, "Hold still."
After a nod from the armored figure, they calm down and accept further healing.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Aug 24, 2006 5:27 am
The sounds of battle cease for the group as the final spell is finally in place, but the sounds of battle have been replaced by the sounds of many feet, crashing through the forests at high speeds. As the first Devil breaks through the bushes and comes within sight range, you immediately tense, expecting an ambush... Then you note the terror-filled eyes, the wild movements. This isn't an ambush... You happen to be blocking the escape of a routed force.
Enemy force: 4 Barbazus. 5 Death Archers. 2 Devil Knights. 9 Fiendish Orcs. 3 Bowriders. All in a massed group 100' away.
Those with ranged weapons may fire a readied attack. No map available.
((Massive aside: Typed here is my intent to make it clear what transpired and my thoughts on the matter. Due to waiting for buffs to be cast, the main group, with the except of the Doc, who wandered ahead, missed the skirmish. The Devils retreated after 10 rounds of combat with the Galam forces. It took 10 rounds to cast all the buffing spells. I dropped hints and asked Arc twice if he was waiting for the spells before attacking. The answer came back yes. So ten rounds passed as spells were cast. So instead of the entire force, you're dealing with the fleeing soldiers. It has been put forward that the party could've advanced in waves as the buffs were being put up. Yes, they could've. But the leader never stated this plan, and no one stated plans to leave. The exact wording was...
TheUnknownMarine: Are you waiting for the buffs before attacking?
KingKai279: Coventry isn't.
VoxPVoxD: He gets feats at 10, 12, 12, 14, 15, 16, 18, 18, 20 that he has nothing to do with
KingKai279: He's going in as soon as the invisibility is cast.
VoxPVoxD: The ones at 12, 15, and 18 can be Extra Slot
TheUnknownMarine: Get a game plan
Arcdragnbreth: mmm.
TheUnknownMarine: And then tell me.
VoxPVoxD: Gilliam self destructs
Arcdragnbreth: obviously, we buff first then go in.
There was no mention of waves or anything of the sort. "Buff" THEN go in. I thought it fairly clear what that implied.
Sorel's apparently scouted after the buffs were cast, not before. This really doesn't matter much, as the wrench in the works was the buffs being cast, not the scouting. Since the fleeing soldiers encounter you before Sorel leaves, I guess he never quite got to scouting.
Anyway, I recognize that some that weren't present, such as Kria, might've also left regardless of orders. I did give everyone 2 days from the first sounds of battle being heard to do something. I admit it isn't exactly fair to anyone that would've done what Kai did, but honestly, how many of you would've gone against the order? Most of the time everyone falls in behind the leader. The entire point of having a leader is so that tactics can be made and decided upon without waiting for the consensus of the entire group. Such consensuses are time consuming and slow the game down to a crawl. I do apologize for those that weren't here and would've honestly taken action.
Something someone brought up that I think I should make clear. While you often don't have to specify everything (I hardly worry about counting ammo or food or supplies), in a battle situation there is a certain level of information you need to make clear. A scout should ask questions. Tactics should be exact. Squads don't neccessarily need to be formed *looks at Kai*, but if you're seriously planning to do something, you should state it. "Waiting for buffs" and "Casting buffs on the way there" are two different things.
The bottom line is that you probably are going to break even, XP wise. You're fighting less, but you don't have to share the XP with NPC soldiers. It should come out about the same. It might even be better, since the Devils fleeing would mean you don't get their loot, and I had intended for as many devils to escape as possible in the probing attack. I don't want this to ruin the game, which is why I chunked an hour trying to sit down and fix this. As bad as it is for you in terms of frustration, it's as bad or worse for me. No one likes it when this kind of stuff happens, least of all myself, who has to make this thing work at least semi-smoothly.
Now I'm hoping that at least people learned something from all this. I know I have, as crappy as the lesson was. : / I'm going to do my best to make sure something like this doesn't happen again. I hope you'll do the same.
Now then, can we get back to the game? There's devils to kill and treasure to take.))

Posted by: Nightmare Thu Aug 24, 2006 6:52 am
: "Well Droggy... I think it's time te show these folks how usefull ye can be." The dwarf says while patting the monsterous spider on it's back. The spider then uses it's ne abilities and flies forewards, and starts spinning a web for the retreating devils to be caught in. Hopfully we can avoid fightin' all o' these things at once...
When the trap is set Gorrik signals with his hands that no one should come to where he is until the davils have passed the web.
((To the best of my knowledge, that's a legal maneuver. Drogad can fly up to 45' currently thanks to fly and elation. It's a DC 20 spot check to see the web. Yell at me if I'm wrong.))

Posted by: Aldur Thu Aug 24, 2006 1:33 pm
((For the record, Kria would have charged, having no reason at all to stay. As no buffs were gonna be used on her anyway. And she likes beating on things.)) Kria sighs, ascending to the air, snapping out of the daze she was in so she wouldn't have been OOC for just standing around while her player was sleeping. Mwah.
((Kria moves 30ft up and 20ft closer to the throng.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Aug 24, 2006 1:40 pm
Astrid frowns as the devils makes their apperance but then continues casting.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri Aug 25, 2006 2:13 am
((If it's any consolation I'm a lot less annoyed about it after a couple hours of sleep. Sorry about causing so much trouble.)) Sorel swoops forward, and the air charged with static as lightning jumped among the devils as they barreled into the web.
((Delayed action until the devils fall into the web trap, then fly up and cast Arc of Lightning. All the devils I can hit in a 25' line between two of them take 32 electric damage, no SR, REF DC 22 for half.))

Posted by: Rusty Fri Aug 25, 2006 7:19 pm
*Ombligo floats over to line up as many enemies as possible, shooting a weak Lightning Bolt at them.* ((1 5 1 4 4 4 2 2 = 23 -_- REF save DC 20 for half damage.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sat Aug 26, 2006 2:17 am
((Can I get a confirmation on Langston having Greater Invisibility cast on him? I know it was mentioned in the chat but without seeing it in the thread, I'm uncomfortable taking his action without knowing for sure. Thanks.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Aug 26, 2006 2:54 am
((Langston indeed has Greater Invisibility cast on him. Right now we're resolving the readied actions for ranged attackers, though.))

Posted by: Cyrus Sat Aug 26, 2006 6:48 am
[Can't say I'm sorry I missed out on that. I'm honestly not sure what Gail would have done in a situation where everyone just did nothing, but for the sake of expendiency, Gail agrees to the orders the leader gave.] Gail furrows her brow at the terrorized horde, laying down her last spell before she hurries to the melee awaiting them, keeping her shield raised as she charges.
[Cast Blessed Aim, then move 30' forward. Full defense, if possible. If not, Defensive fighting.
Blessed Aim
Grants +2 atack bonus to all ranged attacks made by affected members. 30' radius. Duration of 1 minute/level.]

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Aug 26, 2006 1:57 pm
Astrid casts a denfensive spell upon herself as the horde closes. [Displacement: 50% miss chance]

Posted by: Alpha Sat Aug 26, 2006 11:54 pm
((I've been away for a week, hence my inactivity. Tanis would have taken the time to cast a Warm Fire Shield on himself, just before we entered combat, thus getting as much out of it as possible.)) Joining in with the ranged assault, Tanis evokes a ball of fire, and sends the coming inferno towards the enemy lines, attempting to catch as many in the blast as possible.
[Cast Blaze 2
Damage: 6d6 + 4 = 5 4 2 4 1 3 + 4 = 23
Reflex save DC19 for half damage]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Aug 28, 2006 2:38 am
Farain fires two arrows, one missing completely while the other hits, exploding on contact. ((Atk2: 1d20 +5 (bab) +6 (dex) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +1 (elation) +2 (blessed AIM) +2 (cat's grace) -1 (size) -2 (arrow) = 1; crit failure threat Confirm: 1d20 +5 (bab) +6 (dex) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +1 (elation) +2 (blessed AIM) +2 (cat's grace) -1 (size) -2 (arrow) = 31; regular miss.
Atk2: 1d20 +5 (bab) +6 (dex) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +1 (elation) +2 (blessed AIM) +2 (cat's grace) -1 (size) -2 (arrow) = 29
Dmg: 3d6 +1 (bow) +1d6 (arrow) +6 (str) +1 (prayer) = 24))
Following suit, Tenryu also looses an arrow, though with less-than-stellar results.
((Atk: 1d20 +5 (bab) +1 (dex) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +1 (elation) +2 (blessed AIM) -1 (size) = 29
Dmg: 1d8 (bow) +1 (prayer) = 3))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Aug 28, 2006 3:03 am
The Barbazus and Devil Knights adjust their rush to avoid the worst of the Blaze spell, even as the Death Archers gracefully tumble out of the way entirely. The rest of the troop is hit full force by the spell, causing them quite a little bit of pain.
Ombligo manages to line up two Death Archers, a Barbazu, and the two Devil Knights in his spell. The two Archers evade the blast of electricity even as one of the Devil Knights uses the other for cover and avoids the worst of the spell. The other two are hit full force.
Even as this happens, the two Devil Knights lower their lances and charge at the group. One stops short, yelling for his companion to stop, but the other Knight continues charging... And is caught in the web of Gorrik's spider, unable to move forward. The same happens to every single orc save one.
Then Sorel's Arc of Lightning goes off with devastating effect. All of those poor devils in the web drop to the ground as their bodies are fried within their armor, the smell of roasted flesh filling the air. Not a one manage to even slightly avoid the powerful spell.
The Death Archers, rather than move forward, immediately stop and begin firing arrows at the spellcasters. The bowriders halt as well, selecting some of the frontliners for their targets. Under half of the devilish archer's shots find their mark, one arrow grazing Ombligo, but three embedding themselves into Tanis!
((6 damage to Ombligo. 22 damage to Tanis.))
Gorrik and Gail are both struck by exploding bolts, Gorrik's wound scant inches from his jugular.
((Nat 20. Confirming... regular hit. Hit. Miss. 9 damage to Gorrik. 14 damage to Gail.))
The Barbazus vanish from sight to reappear among the group.
Enemy force: 4 Barbazus in melee 5 Death Archers at 100'. 1 Devil Knight at 45', not webbed. 1 Fiendish Orc at 45' not webbed. 3 Bowriders. All in a massed group 100' away.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Aug 28, 2006 5:08 am
"Not so fast," the rogue taunted, blades in hand. "This party's just getting started..." Moving rapidly, the rogue lashed out at one of the demons, shredding it under the cover of invisibility. ((Dicem charges to a Barbazu, standing so that he can hit as many enemies as posisble. Note that the victim doesn't have a DEX bonus to AC.
Haste Attack: 1d20 +5 (bab) +4 (dex) +1 (wpn) +1 (w. foc) +1 (elation) +1 (bless) +1 (prayer) -1 (size) +2 (charge) -2 (twf) +1 (haste) = 20
Damage: 1d8 (wpn) +1 (str) +2d6 (sneak) +1 (prayer) +1 (elation) +1 (size) = 18
Attack 1: 1d20 +5 (bab) +4 (dex) +1 (wpn) +1 (w. foc) +1 (elation) +1 (bless) +1 (prayer) -1 (size) +2 (charge) -2 (twf) +1 (haste) = nat 19; crit threat
Confirm: 1d20 +5 (bab) +4 (dex) +1 (wpn) +1 (w. foc) +1 (elation) +1 (bless) +1 (prayer) -1 (size) +2 (charge) -2 (twf) +1 (haste) = 26
Damage: [1d8 (wpn) +1 (str) +1 (prayer) +1 (elation) +1 (size)] x2 (crit) +2d6 (sneak) = 25
Atttack 2: 1d20 +5 (bab) +4 (dex) +1 (wpn) +1 (w. foc) +1 (elation) +1 (bless) +1 (prayer) -1 (size) +2 (charge) -2 (twf) +1 (haste) = 31
Damage: 1d8 (wpn) +1 (str) +2d6 (sneak) +1 (prayer) +1 (elation) +1 (size) = 21))
The now large dwarf took another approach, moving around the webbing to where the archers remained. Dropping blows like a rain of death, Graigus' quarterstaff was all too unkind to the escaping foes.
((Moving around the web to where the Death Archers and Bowriders are, dropping attacks on the injured one first. He'll also stand where he can hit or threaten as many others as possible.
Haste Attack: 1d20 +5 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (w. foc) +2 (bull) +2 (spikes) +1 (prayer) +1 (bless) +1 (elation) +1 (enlarge) +2 (charge) +1 (haste) = 24
Damage: 1d8 +1 (wpn) +3 (str) +2 (bull) +1 (prayer) +1 (elation) +1 (enlarge) +7 (spikes) +7 (brambles) = 26
FoB Attack1: 1d20 +4 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (w. foc) +2 (bull) +2 (spikes) +1 (prayer) +1 (bless) +1 (elation) +1 (enlarge) +2 (charge) +1 (haste) = 28
Damage: 1d8 +1 (wpn) +3 (str) +2 (bull) +1 (prayer) +1 (elation) +1 (enlarge) +7 (spikes) +7 (brambles) = 29
FoB Attack2: 1d20 +4 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (w. foc) +2 (bull) +2 (spikes) +1 (prayer) +1 (bless) +1 (elation) +1 (enlarge) +2 (charge) +1 (haste) = 23
Damage: 1d8 +1 (wpn) +3 (str) +2 (bull) +1 (prayer) +1 (elation) +1 (enlarge) +7 (spikes) +7 (brambles) = 26))
No sooner do Tanis' wounds open than they close, the warmage healed by the half-giant cleric.
((CMW: 2d8 +7 = 9
God, I hate AIM with a passion.))

Posted by: Cyrus Mon Aug 28, 2006 7:24 am
A quick gasp escapes the paladin as the bolt slams into her, tearing a flesh wound into her shoulder for all the sound and fury it made in doing so. Shaking off the blow's concussive effects, Gail spots the Barbazu at her feet, and decides to deal with the immediate threat while the artillery and strike forces handle the far off archers. Due to her new size, though, Gail's swings are clumsy, nearly causing the enlarged blade to slip from her hand as she brings it down upon the bearded devil.
[Activate Divine Might, attack barbazu in melee.
Attack 1: 1d20(16)+6(BAB)+6(STR)+1(weapon)-1(silver)-1(Size)+3(Bless, haste, prayer)=30.
Hit?
Damage: 1d12(7)+6(STR)+6(Might)+1(Prayer)=20.
Attack 2: 1d20(2).
Critical failure threat!
Confirm: 1d20(14)+1(BAB)+6(STR)+1(weapon)-1(silver)-1(Size)+3(misc)=23.
Normal miss?
Attack 3: 1d20(6)+6(BAB)+6(STR)+1(weapon)-1(silver)-1(Size)+3(misc)=20.
Hit?
Damage: 1d12(8)+6(STR)+6(Might)+1(Prayer)=21.]

Posted by: Aldur Mon Aug 28, 2006 9:26 am
Kria, from up high giggles and waves to the enemy as she charges up an eldritch blast, firing it off at the unwebbed orc, the blast connecting with a fair amount of force. "Like...gotcha! Heeheehee!" ((Ranged touch: 16+9 = 25 to hit. Damage: 3+4+6 = 13 damage.))

Posted by: Alpha Mon Aug 28, 2006 2:20 pm
Tanis winces in pain as the arrows thud into him. He curses to himself in his native tongue, complaining at how the arrows always seem to find him. He put down a mental note to remind himself to look for something that could help with that in the future.
Looking over to the enemies a distance away, Tanis repeats his Blaze spell once more, this time putting a decent portion of his magical energy behind the blast.
((Marine, you choose the targets, as I'm not entirely sure where everything is. Go for the archers/bowriders primarily))
[Cast Sudden Empowered Fireball
Damage: (6d6)x1.5 + 4(edge) + 1(prayer) : (2 2 5 4 6 3)x1.5 + 4 + 1 = 38
Reflex save DC19 for half damage]
((Tanis' buffs in place:
Fireshield (Warm) - 4 rounds remaining
Prayer, Bless, Elation, Blessed aim))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Mon Aug 28, 2006 10:46 pm
As the Barbazu moved into melee range, Langston lurched forward at one from his invisible stance with his rapier, urgent to remove it's evil from the world. He grinned but kept quiet otherwise. No reason to tip the hand any further than necessary, right? he thought.
((
9 + 4(BAB) + 6(Dex) + 1(Elation) +1 (Bless) + 1(Prayer) +1(Haste) - 1(Size)= 22
Damage: 2(wpn) +1 (str) +1 (Prayer) +1 (Elation) +1 (Size) = 6
Sacred Strike: 12
Total: 18
Haste Attack: Missed.
))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Aug 28, 2006 11:13 pm
Sorel begins intoning the words of summoning, and a lone howl is heard in the distance. ((Dropping Flame Strike for Summon Nature's Ally IV. d3 Dire Wolves summoned 1d3 = 1. It'll come next round))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Aug 29, 2006 1:19 am
Astrid moves her hands in intricate patterns while speaking words of power, the sky above the bowriders darkens ominously then erupts with several bolts of lightning. [Bolt : 31 damage to bowriders : No save ]

Posted by: Nightmare Tue Aug 29, 2006 5:24 am
: "Ah ye did good thar Droggy!" Gorrik bellowed out proudly "Now let's not stop there." With that the spider took of towards the devil knight that spotted the web early. ((Gorrik Ride: D20 + 9(ranks) + 1(DEX) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Elation) = 3 + 12 = 15 Passed!
Axe: D20 + 7(BAB) + 4(STR) + 1(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Bless) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 1(Haste) + 2(Charge) + 3(Smite) - 5(PA) = 10 + 17 = 28
D10 + 4(STR) + 1(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 5(Smite) + 5(PA) = 8 + 19 = 27
Dodge to Knight if it lives, if not, dodge to a living archer, if not, dodge to closest enemy. AC 23 (24)
Drogad
Bite: D20 + 4(BAB) + 3(STR) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Bless) + 1(Elation) + 2(Charge) = 8 + 12 = 20
D8 + 3(STR) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Elation) = 7 + 5 = 12
Poison = 3 STR damage. Fort DC 14
AC 19))

Posted by: Rusty Wed Aug 30, 2006 2:35 am
*Ombligo yelps as the arrow hits. He turns his attention to the bulk of the enemies, zapping another weak Lightning Bolt at them.* ((Zap as many enemies possible again with this - preferrably any without Evasion. 2 4 4 2 2 3 1 3 = 21 REF save DC 21 for half damage))

Posted by: Tarethen Wed Aug 30, 2006 3:08 am
Turning his sights from the archers to the orcs, Farain once again notched an arrow into his bow. He was tired of either missing his target, or only slightly helping his allies. For once, he wanted to be of use. He found his target and took aim, sending two shots in the direction of the nearest orc.
(( Attack 1:
1d20: 20 + 5(bab) + 6(dex) + 1(haste) + 1(Prayer) + 1(elation) + 2(Blessed aim) + 2(cat's grace) -1(size) = 37.
Confirming critical:
1d20: 19. Should be confirmed.
6d6: 1 + 3 + 5 + 1 + 5 + 5 +18(str) + 3(prayer) +3(magic) = 44. Finally got a good attack.
Attack 2:
1d20: 19 +5(bab) + 6(dex) + 1(haste) + 1(prayer) + 1(elation) + 2(blessed aim) + 2(cat's grace) -1(size) = 36.
Damage roll:
2d6: 4 + 6 + 6(str) + 1(prayer) + 1(magic) = 18.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Aug 30, 2006 3:44 am
Dam slices apart a Barbazu as Graigus bludgeons a Death Archer into a bloody mess with his thorned staff. Gail strikes at the injured Barbazu, and despite her almost losing her footing at a... critical moment. The paladin's blows are sufficient to slay the beast, reducing it to a pile of ash as its body crumbles.
Tanis' Blaze spell rains down fire among the Bowriders and Death Archers even as two of the nimble Archers manage to evade. However, the Bolt spell finishes the Bowriders with crackling blasts of electricity, roasting the centaurs in their armor and causing the smell of horseflesh to hang over the area.
Gorrik and Drogad swoop down upon the burned and battered Devil Knight, finishing off the enemy soldier with a single axe blow to the chest, and a single bite to the belly.
Kria's blast strikes and wounds the Fiendish Orc, causing the monster to growl angrily. That growl is swiftly silenced as Farain sends an exploding bolt into the creature's skull, exploding its head quite messily.
Ombligo's lightning bolt cascades over a Barbazu even as Gilliam's laser strikes the monster from another angle. The devil roars as its skin blackens and blisters, but doesn't die just yet. Langston's blade takes care of that, finishing off the devil before it can take its vengeance.
The remaining Death Archers slowly inch away from the path as they fire another barrage of arrows at the lightly armored people of the group. A pair of arrows strikes Tanis and Ombligo once more, even as a pair wisk past Astrid and Sorel.
((14 damage on Tanis, 13 on Ombligo.))
One of the Barbazus lashes out at Farain, raking the centaur's side with its wicked glaive.
((Hit, Hit. 17 damage total, + infernal wound.))
The other strikes at Gail, but the paladin's armor protects her against the assault.
Next turn!
Enemy force: 2 Barbazus in melee 4 Death Archers at 100'.

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Wed Aug 30, 2006 3:51 am
The tide had already turned quickly on the evil force. Still invisible, Langston sneered as he twirled away from the Barbazu just slain to lash into the next, slashing as he spun on his toes before lunging to deliver a second blow from his rapier.
((
14 + 4(BAB) + 6(Dex) + 1(Elation) +1 (Bless) + 1(Prayer) +1(Haste) - 1(Size)= 27
Damage: 4(wpn) +1 (str) +1 (Prayer) +1 (Elation) +1 (Size) = 8
Sacred Strike: 7
Total: 15
Haste Attack:
9 + 4(BAB) + 6(Dex) + 1(Elation) +1 (Bless) + 1(Prayer) +1(Haste) - 1(Size)= 22
Damage: 6(wpn) +1 (str) +1 (Prayer) +1 (Elation) +1 (Size) = 10
Sacred Strike: 12
Total: 22
))

Posted by: Nightmare Wed Aug 30, 2006 3:59 am
The large monsterous spider with a dwarven paladin wearing fullplate flies fullspeed towards one of the remaining archers snapping at it fiercly as the dwarf gives it a hack with his axe. ((Gorrik Ride: D20 + 9(ranks) + 1(DEX) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Elation) = 4 + 12 = 16 Passed!
Axe1: D20 + 7(BAB) + 4(STR) + 1(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Bless) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 1(Haste) + 2(Charge) - 5(PA) = 8 + 14 = 22
D10 + 4(STR) + 1(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Elation) + 2(BS) + 5(PA) = 6 + 14 = 20
Dodge to closest enemy. AC 23 (24)
Drogad
Bite: D20 + 4(BAB) + 3(STR) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Bless) + 1(Elation) + 2(Charge) = 16 + 12 = 28
D8 + 3(STR) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Elation) = 1 + 5 = 6
Poison = 4 STR damage. Fort DC 14
AC 19))

Posted by: Cyrus Wed Aug 30, 2006 6:15 am
Gail turns to the devil attacking Farain, ignoring her own as she stares down the one who assaulted her friend. Calling upon divine power, her strikes hit home, more controlled this time, yet lacking the punch to deal sufficient damage. [Demoralize and Attack the Barbazu attacking Farain. Divine Might.
Demoralize: 1d20(4)+0(ranks)+6(Cha)+?(misc)=10?
Attack 1: 1d20(15)+6(BAB)+6(STR)+3(buffs)-1(Size)=29.
Hit!
Damage: 1d12(3)+6(STR)+6(Might)+1(Prayer)= 16.
Attack 2: 1d20(14)+1(BAB)+6(STR)+3(buffs)-1(Size)=23.
Hit!
Damage: 1d12(11)+6(STR)+6(might)+1(Prayer)=24.
Attack 3: 1d20(15)+6(BAB)+6(STR)+3(buffs)-1(Size)=29.
Hit!
Damage: 1d12(1)+6(STR)+6(Might)+(Prayer)=14.]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Aug 30, 2006 1:07 pm
((I'm pretty sure that fiend is dead now, Cyrus. You dealt 54 damage o.o)) Kayla growls as one Barbazu attacks Farain. While she does not know the group very well, she still did not want any of them dying. Seeing that Gail has handled one of the Barbazu, she decides to take care of the other one. She strikes at the devil twice.
[Attack 1: 16 + 3 (BAB) + 6 (DEX) + 1 (Weapon) + 1 (Haste) + 2 (Flank) = 29. Hit.
Damage: 6 + 1 (STR) + 1 (Weapon) + 1 (Haste) + 19 (Sneak Attack) -1 (Silver) = 27
Attack 2: 8 + 3 (BAB) + 6 (DEX) + 1 (Weapon) + 1 (Haste) + 2 (Flank) = 21. Hit
Damage: 5 + 1 (STR) + 1 (Weapon) + 1 (Haste) + 15 (Sneak Attack) -1 (Silver) = 22
Total Damage: 49
If Kayla cannot flank, subtract the Sneak Attack damage That would bring Kayla's damage down to a measly
15]

Posted by: Alpha Wed Aug 30, 2006 4:08 pm
Tanis almost staggers as yet more arrows thud into him. Lamenting that the Doctor wasn't around, he called to the half giant cleric, asking if he could spare some more healing power. He turned back around and spied one of the Death Archers. Chanting again quickly, Tanis once more unleashes a missile of sound towards his target.
[Cast Sound Lance at one of the Death Archers
Damage: 6d8 + 4(edge) + 1(prayer) = 5 7 8 5 6 1 + 4 + 1 = 37]
((Tanis' buffs in place:
Fireshield (Warm) - 3 rounds remaining
Prayer, Bless, Elation, Blessed aim))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Aug 31, 2006 7:22 am
The two Barbazu fall to the combined blades of Kayla, Gail, and Langston even as Gorrik chops deeply into a Death Archer, nearly killing the marksman with a single blow even as Tanis' spell blasts apart another of the blue skinned bowmen. Enemy force:3 Death Archers at 100', one badly wounded.
((Partial update.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu Aug 31, 2006 7:39 am
A wolf dashes from out the surrounding woods to tear into the wounded archer, knocking him to the ground while Sorel flaps a gust of oppressively hot air into the face of another. ((Wolf charges wounded DA. Hit, 18 damage. Automatic trip attempt succeeds.
Sorel casts Dessicate on another Death Archer. 12 untyped damage, Fort DC 20 half. If the save is failed, the Death Archer is dehydrated))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Aug 31, 2006 12:53 pm
Astrid casts Magic Missile at a death archer to small effect. ((Too many buffing spells...)) [2,4,3,2 = 11 Damage]

Posted by: Alpha Thu Aug 31, 2006 6:02 pm
((I'm out on holiday for 10 days as from tonight. I've asked Rusty to take control of Tanis. Laters peeps))

Posted by: Riegien Thu Aug 31, 2006 7:49 pm
Bozak breaks into a run towards the remaining archers, drawing his sword while doing so. (approach 60' and quick draw my sword)

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Aug 31, 2006 10:19 pm
Gilliam opens fire with his gun, finishing off the archer already wounded by Sorel and Astrid's spells. The remaining two Death Archers call down globes of darkness to hide them, and retreat into the forest. Victory! Everyone gains 1000 XP!

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Aug 31, 2006 11:18 pm
The Doctor finishes patching up the wounds of the last soldier, then glances out at the battle finishing below with a frown, "Well now... That took longer than I would have thought." "So, might we have a name for the mysterious visitor who shows up invisible to heal our wounds?" the swordsman asks, leaning against a parapet.
The Doctor smirks, adjusting his glasses while he glances back at the swordsman, "Doctor Alastor Coventry... I'm traveling with a mercenary group escorting one of your supply wagons." He looks out to where the group had just finished the last of the infernal army, "Though, its not something that I would brag about per say." He then arches an eyebrow, turning back to the swordsman, "Judging from that spell, might I assume that you're one of those heroes that I've heard so much about?"
"So I'm told. Where's the rest of your group? We could've used them in that last fight."
The Doctor shrugs slightly, gesturing out to where the group should be, "No clue..." He chuckles, "I thought they would be right behind me...guess I was mistaken."
The swordsman raises an eyebrow. "I guess so. You were hired to escort the caravan then?"
"Not personally..." The Doctor replies, "We were traveling to Galam under our original commission, so our fearless leader decided to offer some added protection to your caravan." A hint of shadow crosses his face, "I fear that there were some casualties among your soldiers before we joined up with them."
The swordsman sighs, "So what else is new with this war?"
Coventry arches an eyebrow, "Well...there are those rumors of that girl turning into an innovator."
The swordsman arches an eyebrow. "What?"
"Ah... Has that rumor not reached your ear yet?" Coventry replies softly, "Well, from what I heard, some elf maiden transcended without the influence of a spirit." He looks at the swordsman, "Now doesn't that seem strange?"
The swordsman shakes his head, "I don't know much about that sort of thing. I'm primarly a soldier."
"A pity..." Coventry replies, "Nothing but a soldier, must be a depressing existence."
"Primarily!" the swordsman says with a slight grin. "No one is defined just by their profession! I know about plenty of things, I'm merely no historian."
"Well, you have more personality than most of the soldiers I know." The Doctor chuckles, "You should really take the time out to study history at some point, not only does it often repeat, its also one of the truest means of understanding the character of the sentient races."
"I'll take that into consideration when the world has decided it's had its fill of war for a while," the swordsman says with a smirk.
"Wise man." The Doctor replies approvingly, he then chuckles, "You still have to introduce yourself... Heroic soldier who has mysterious past times? That's quite a mouthful."
"Ah. Sorry. Ian's the name."
"So you're Ian..." The Doctor chuckles, "A bit more humble than I expected. Plus, you're not wearing power armor, that's odd."
"SPACE MARINES, ATTACK!" Ian roars, cutting you in two with his chainsword.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Aug 31, 2006 11:21 pm
"Charles? Who you foolin' Charles? You can't hurt me, I'm the Juggernaut, b****!"

Posted by: Aldur Thu Aug 31, 2006 11:22 pm
Kria meanwhile laughs as the enemy goes down and waves to Dam. "Imma go find DC! And like, see if he's dead yet! Iggy! Wanna come?" And with that Kria blasted off again, at full speed towards Galam, giggling to herself at the thought of the bangles contained therein...the bangles that would be hers.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Sep 02, 2006 5:49 am
Kayla sheathes her blades as soon as the battle is over with. She stands there with her arms crossed and her face strait, waiting for any orders from Dicem. ((I live!! ))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sat Sep 02, 2006 5:36 pm
(Right, I'll try this again, hopefully in the right thread. I thought there were a lot of new chars in the last one...) (Can anyone update me on what's going on? I think I'm wrapping up the latest of the minor disasters consuming my time.)

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Sep 02, 2006 7:48 pm
((I forget exactly where you had to take your leave, so forgive me if I go further back than necessary. After Nail died through stupidity and we arrived at Ribble, we found out about the portal in the ruins. After taking on the Overlord and slipping inside, we were ambushed and then joined by the creepiest little lizardman ever, Maslvirlexi. We then reached Roft, learned that Ian was spotted in Galam, and headed there. Making our way along the fields while petting the bunnies, we came upon a caravan being beset by the Devil Army. Graigus averaged a kill a round and critted every round for three rounds, making him pretty much the greatest dwarf in SFCW history.
And now, after that stunning display, we've pretty much made it to Galam. We literally just finished putting the hurt on the Devil army (scroll up five or six posts before yours) and Dicem's giving orders.
Like so...))
"Keep on guard," the rogue said, his voice the only sign of his presence. "Graigus, Gorrik... bring up the rear, behind the cart. Everyone else, head for the gates. We may still have more enemies to fight."
And with that Dicem moved through the trail, the spell wearing off as he moved.

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Sep 03, 2006 12:31 am
As Kria soars into view, the Doctor chuckles and calls out, "What kept you puss?!" "Awww man. I hate missing out." Kria sighs and gently, and gracefully lands to a halt before Coventry, a pout on her face. "Like...last time I listen to him." "Him?" The Doctor tilts his head curiously, "You mean the esteemed governor?"
"Yeah. I mean, why the hell was I like...waiting. I mean, nuthing was cast on me. Oh this sucks!" She blinked, looking around the battlements. "Wow. You seemed to have all the fun."
"If you can call it that..." Coventry replies drily, glancing down at the slaughtered dwarves, then looking back up at Kria, "Yeah, you were surprisingly patient." He chuckles, a mischievous glint shining in his eyes, "Distracted by something?"
"Hmm? Nothing much really." She tilts her head to one side, looking at the doctor confusedly. "Why?"
"Not even a certain supernatural bastard with evil blood?" Coventry probes, then pauses with a frown, "...and, no, not the antisocial one."
"Iggy? Nah, he's just fun to tease. Why?" Kria giggled to herself a little, twirling around. "Jealous....?"
Coventry nods vigorously, "Terribly so..." He pouts, "None of the others are worth taunting."
"Uh...huh. So like. Is...M-...-M, um. Whatcha call him. Hero. Defeated Dark Dragon. Michael? He around?" Kria frowned, trying to remember his name.
"Don't know..." Coventry replies with a shrug, "Don't care much either..." He chuckles, "You eager to meet him?"
"Well yeah. We find him. We tell Derrik. We get paid. And then I can like...get on with things." She nodded vigourously.
"Get on with things..." Coventry repeats with a smile, then nods, "Well, this expedition was fun while it lasted." He frowns, "I haven't noticed you talking much to Tanis lately, did you too have a falling out?"
"Huh? Nah." She shrugged, apparently having not really thought about it.
"Oh, I see.... Will you still travel with him then you think?" Coventry ponders, rubbing his chin, "I wonder how the group will split afterwards, some might band together."
"I may like...go kick mother." She nods, apparently serious.
"You should slap her instead..." Coventry replies, "...then tell her that the hand which hit her held Max's." He chuckles, "Even better, tell her how you gave him a big hug."
Kria giggled, shaking her head a little. "That'd also work. Aside from the tearing of limb from limb thingy."
"Must be strange to have parents like that..." The Doctor shakes his head, "Do they love you?"
Kria looked at Coventry and laughed. "Wrong person to like ask."
"Who else would I ask?" Coventry replies with a smirk, "Sorel? Gilliam? I doubt either of them could tell me, though they might think they knew."
"Like...her. The tribe ain't too far away ya know!" Kria grinned and then sighed, leaning against the wall. "Booooring."
"I know I'm not that entertaining..." Coventry replies with a pout, "At least you could pretend."
"I dunno. I feel...edgy. Smiting and smacking thingies of evil around makes me feel less tetchy."
"I can only imagine..." The Doctor shrugs, "I make it a point not to smite and smack things around."
"Yeah. S'why you're boring."
He lowers his head sadly, whining, "I try to make up for it with wit..."
Kria groans and pushes herself away from the wall. "Well. Imma explore!"
"Hey..." Coventry speaks up as she starts to fly away, "Wanna drop something on Dicem's head for me?" The Doctor offers a moldy apple, "Figure he'll need it more than me."
Kria frowned, tilting her head. "No. Imma explore Galam n stuff!"
"How boring..." Coventry replies drily, leaning back over the edge limply and watching the others approach with seeming disinterest.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Sep 03, 2006 12:32 am
The group eventually arrives at the gates of Galam, surrounded by the dead and dying bodies of devil and soldier alike. The massive wall looms over the area, a lake and river surrounding the castle town on three sides, the turbulent rivers forming a defense more hardy than any moat. In the distance, past the city is the Galam Drawbridge, the only passage from North to South Grans.
A swordsman in plate armor and a red cape, a single earring in his ear leans over the parapets.
"Halt and identify yourselves!" the swordsman calls.

Posted by: Nightmare Sun Sep 03, 2006 12:35 am

QUOTE (Arcdragnbreth @ Sat Sep 02, 2006 7:48 pm)
Graigus averaged a kill a round and critted every round for three rounds, making him pretty much the greatest dwarf in SFCW history.

((I'd like to note that Gorrik OHKO'd the hydra that was suppoed to be the "boss" of that battle. So the competition isn't as lopsided as you make it out to be.))

Posted by: Aldur Sun Sep 03, 2006 1:07 am

QUOTE (Nightmare @ Sun Sep 03, 2006 12:35 am)
((I'd like to note that Gorrik OHKO'd the hydra that was suppoed to be the "boss" of that battle. So the competition isn't as lopsided as you make it out to be.))

(( ANd while you all spent 18 or so rounds buffing to hell and back you all missed out on saving the lives of many soldiers. Nice one. Glad you raped them.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun Sep 03, 2006 1:37 am
"Dam Dicem," the rogue said, "in the company of one Astrid Melantha, who apparently was traveling with one of your caravans. She and one of the soldiers who survived is with us, and I imagine that the Doctor who wasn't with us managed to patch up some of your guys. Mind if we come in, or should I wait until the next Devil army attack?"

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sun Sep 03, 2006 1:39 am
((Jump: 20, Tumble 30)) "Sure thing!" Langston exclaimed, leaping into the sky as he contorted his body into a rhythmic twirl and somersault before landing easily on his feet. "Langst...er..." he trailed off, the leader stealing his thunder. Then he grinned, shrugging his shoulders emphatically.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Sep 03, 2006 1:44 am
"Us? Deny safety and shelter to a poor group of strangers? That are at the same time escorting a caravan full of supplies and weapons? Perish the thought!" the swordsman replies with a smirk as he waves his hand. A few guardsmen begin the process of cranking the mechanism that opens the heavy ironshod gates. "I suggest you hurry, though. They fled now, but they always return."

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun Sep 03, 2006 1:48 am
"I know; this isn't our first run-in with them," Dicem said, even as Graigus and others assisted in carrying spoils and supplies alike into the gate. "Do we get to ask your name as well, or is that question reserved for those standing inside the gates?"
((We're bringing in all the spoils from the previous battle, in addition to whatever we may find from this fight.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Sep 03, 2006 2:56 am
: "And so polite, too! The name's Ian," the swordsman says before turning and leaving. The group had found a total of 900 gold coins, two gems worth 550 gold total, and 50 arrows +1 amidst the main battlefield. As for the ambush area, the Devils Knights were wearing masterworked full plate, another 400 gold coins is found, and a +2 Dwarven Waraxe of Shock. A Mighty Cleaving Bastard Sword +1, and a Spell Storing Short Sword +2 is found among the dead only after a careful search.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Sep 03, 2006 6:34 am
((Ooh, that Spell Storing Short Sword sounds like something I would want to have. It all depends on what it does really ))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun Sep 03, 2006 9:31 am
((... it stores spells. Hence the name "Spell Storing." I'm assuming it's the one of lesser spell storing, but I'll confirm later.)) Smiling and nodding as the hero departed, Dicem helped others haul in supplies. One step closer, he thought. Just one step closer...

Posted by: Aldur Sun Sep 03, 2006 9:11 pm
Kria, having found Galam boring heard commotion and grinned, zooming over to the group, waving as she landed. "Heya all! Oooo..." She giggles as she sees the stuff the group had found. And then paused, noting Ian leaving, and seeing something shiny on his ear. She smiled and ran after him.
"Hey you!"
((Might one lay claim to yon bastard sword?))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Sep 04, 2006 2:05 am
Arbeiten marches in, whistling a cheery tune and looking around curiously.

Posted by: Aldur Mon Sep 04, 2006 4:45 am
"Eh? What do you want?" Ian asks, turning to face the feline warlock. Kria grinned, and skidded to a halt, eyeing Ian for a moment then homed in on the item of interest, the earring he wore. "Wow...it's so pretty. Where'd ya gettit!?" "This?" Ian asks, feeling the earring at his ear. "I picked it up from a travelling mage. It's a neat little trinket, helps me focus on magic better. It also looks nice, if I do say so myself."
*Ombligo blinks, pulling out the scroll he purchased regarding Ian. He hadn't gotten a chance to read it yet, but decided to take a quick glance here and there as Ian himself is present.*
Langston glanced at Ombligo. "Thought the name sounded familiar," he said with a laugh, scratching at the hair atop his head. "So that's Ian, eh...? Kria's pr'y babbling about jewelry or something."
"Heh, guess I'm still not that famous. Ian's the name," Ian says, outstretching his hand. "You are?"
Kria blinked. "Hey! You're Michael's Nephew! Where is he!? Then I can like, tell Derrik and get paid and then go do whatever! Spill the beans!" She blinked. "Oops." She shook his hand, a wide smirk on her face. "I'm Kria!"
"Come to think of it," the rat continued idly to himself, deciding he'd better close the gap and see what's going on.
"I don't know a Michael, but it's nice to meet you all the same," Ian says with a lopsided grin.
"Michael! Older guy! Stabbed an evil dragon in the head!" Kria nodded. "Oh...sorry. M-...Max! That's the one!"
"Yeah, I'm his nephew... Why?" Ian asks, the grin dropping.
"Aww...you had a pretty smile. Is it because you feel overshadowed?" Kria patted him on the shoulder. "It's ok. You'll surpass him one day! I know you can do it! Go Ian! Fight!"
"Oiiiii!! Kria!" Langston calls, hopping across the spaces separating the overlook to catch up.
Ian chuckles, the grin returning. "No, it's not that. Nevermind."
*Ombligo floats after Langston slowly, glancing at the scrolls from time to time.*
Kria smiled and looked over at Langston. "Heya Langlang. This is Ian. He's Max's Nephew." She tilted her head to one side as she looked back at him. "Well like...Our employer wanted to like meet Max. Ya know?"
"Your employer?"
Finally catching up, he made a quick hop from his toes, curling into a twist before landing lazily at Kria's side. "Sorry if you're not in the mood to talk about bangles; we apologize!"
"Yeah! Um...Lang! What was he called? I forget!" Kria waved a hand at him, awaiting an answer.
He arched his eyebrows. "Heh, this probably isn't the best place for this sorta thing, Kria."
"What? Why not? He wants to know. I'm tired of Dam doing every damn thing anyway!" Kria pouted at Lang. "Merchant Dude. Daran? Derek? Something like that."
Scratching the back of his head, Lang answered with an anxious laugh. "Er...yeah...Derrik..."
"That's the name!" Kria smirked brightly.
"What does this Derrik want to know?" Ian asks.
"Probably for the best if the boss answers that one; he's the happy-go-lucky fellow you spoke to on the drawbridge," he replied with a smirk.
"Um...To be honest...no idea. I'm like, hired muscle. I blast thingies." She smiled, looking at the Approaching Dicem. "Ask him! He leads our expedition!"
Turning to follow the motion, Langston breathed a sigh of relief. "Whew...nice timing," he whispered.
"Oh, look... Kria's here," Dicem said, sarcasm dripping from every word. "She hasn't bothered you, has she?"
"Not really, why?"
Kria frowned, turning very slowly to smile very sweetly at Dicem. "Oh. It's the boss. How...fun!"
Langston scratched at his ears now. "Eh heh."
Ombligo: "Dicem, do you know who this is?"
"Is there somewhere more private we can talk? What I have to say is fairly important, and not something I'd like to get around if I can help it."
Ian stares intently at Dam for a moment, then grins slightly. "Sure... Right this way..."
"Ian Shieldwright, nephew of Max."
Kria snorted at this, and put her hands on her hips. "Like...why the secrecy?" She prepares to follow the two.
Ian pauses. "Not many know the family name. Care to say how you got it?"
*Ombligo dangles the scrolls in front of Ian, smiling.*
Ian sighs. "Those damned self proclaimed Shining Scholars... You're not with them are you? I thought I managed to lose them..."
"Again, I'd prefer to speak in private. It's related to your uncle, and I can assure you it's got nothing to do with them."
"That's why I'm walking and you're following... In here," Ian says, reaching a small building and opening the door.
Kria giggled, her bangled arm jiggling a little. "That was odd guy Ombligo met. Like...who cares about that? I mean, they aren't here. Aside from you. And they ain't doing much I can see...aside from Ian." She grinned, stepping in after Ian. "Ladies first!"
"Yeah, right. Langston, Ombligo, get in here too. Keep an ear out for anyone who might be listening in."
Langston nodded and stepped inside, leaning against the wall by the door.
After everyone is in the room, Ian closes the door. The room is a small common area, with scattered papers and books on a table, as well as some dishes.
Kria, being her usualy self decided to hover against one wall, her dark shadowy wings emerging as she hovered up to lean against the wall, looking around. "What?"
"Place is a mess, but in wartime, I have little time to clean. King Galam was kind enough to let me use this house as my own while I command the defenses."
He folded his arms and maintained a friendly smile as his eyes sorted about the room. Of more importance, he kept nearby the door and let his sense of smell work about, attempting to familiarize himself with it quickly in case anything new carried about the wind.
Ian doesn't bat an eye as Kria extends her wings. "Anyway, what did you need to know?"
"Like I said, I'm Dam Dicem. We've been hired by Derrik Swiftjoke to find your uncle, Max."
Kria pouted and floated back down to the ground, her wings fading from sight as she sat down in a chair, leaning back on it.
"Indeed? Well he's a popular guy, sounds like you're doing the same thing I did a few years ago," Ian says with a grin. "What do you want to find him for?"
"Like I said, we've been hired to find him. I assume that Derrik's got enough sense to know that the person best suited to deal with the Chaos cult is the same hero who put down a number of Greater Devils, Dark Dragon included."
"Who is this Derrik you keep talking about?"
Wouldn't we like to know, Langston thought to himself.
At the mention of Dark Dragon Kria shuddered vigorously, mumbling to herself for a moment. "Hate that bastarded....thing."
*Ombligo's curious eyes skipped from Dicem to Ian, back to Dicem as each spoke, not having anything to say yet himself.*
"Derrik Swiftjoke, a master merchant who tends to enjoy questionable humor."
"Might explain why he hired me," he said, sarcastically.
Ombligo: "Or Coventry."
He nodded in agreement before raising an eyebrow at the comparison, but added nothing more.
Kria listens idly, humming to herself, not really interested in this part of the conversation, the usual stuff boring her.
"Haven't heard of him," Ian says. "Why would a merchant try and organize an offensive against the Cult?"
"Like...bad for business?"
"Kria's right," the rogue said. "I think it's safe to say that a world that's been wiped out is bad for business. Besides... he'd make a pretty penny in information sales alone, which would make up for even a failed expedition."
"To be honest, I didn't ask why he's looking for Max. All I know is that he'd be pretty useful to have right now, and maybe finding him would save me the trouble of having to die like a dog later."
"Yeah! People should listen to me more often." Kria smiled, nodding to herself.
"I suppose. But how do I know that I can trust him? I can sense evil thanks to a few tricks my uncle taught me, so I'm pretty sure you're on the level... But you could be being manipulated."
Kria pouted. "Whaaat? But that's so sneaky...and merchant like..."
"Merchant like... almost like a merchant!" Ian says.
Ombligo: "Can't we arrange for a meeting with him or something? So that Ian can determine if he's good or bad? Though Mahler didn't say anything, and he can sense evil, too."
"And like...he seemed more interested in keeping things stable than being all evil!"
"Perhaps. I'll tell you what. We'll all go meet with Max, and then he can make up his own mind what to do. Fair enough?" Ian asks.
"...You're coming along!?"
"I couldn't ask for a better offer," Dam said. "If you have the space for us, though, I'd like to at least let my people rest up first."
"Of cou..." Ian starts to say, then he winces. "Oh... No, I can't, I have to stay here..."
"Ah well."
"Yeah, these people need you more than we do, at least if you tell us how we can find 'im."
"Max should be staying at Granseal, currently. He left to get his sword back. The Chaos Bre... Oh, I'm sorry, it was renamed the Force Sword... It's in the Ancient Shrine near Granseal."
"Max figured breaking it out again was a good idea, with the Devil Army on the loose."
"Like...Can't you go...And Let their own King and generals do their job? And wow...that's the sword...that...that..." Kria smiled oddly, her arms shaking for a moment and then she shook herself.
"I AM the general here," Ian says with a frown. "Being a hero has its downsides too..."
"You guys don't have some kinda password or somethin, I suppose? Somethin' we can do to reaffirm you know about us lookin' for him? Here we were able to lend a hand a bit, at least," Langston began,
'but a guy like that doesn't strike me as the type that's just gonna take us for our word when we meet him otherwise."
Ian thinks for a moment.
"Oh...Well. This place does need defended but...um, is Max ok all by himself? I mean, Hero and all but...eight arrows coming at him isn't exactly fun!"
"Max has Adam with him... We finally got him fixed after a Mechanis tinker travelled through here."
"Adam? Whose that?"
"I completely forgot," Dicem said. "And I was just thinking about it, too..."
"Sorry... refresh my memory, if you don't mind," the rogue said.
Ian's mouth twitches to a smile. "You'll love him. He's a real iron man on the battlefield."
"Hey...He'd get along with Gilliam then!" Kria giggled, laughing at her joke.
"Gilliam?" Ian asks.
"Yeah. Metal dude. Fires a...laser? In tin suit thingy. Kinda stuffy!"
"Oh, there are more of them? Wow. I guess you really will get along," Ian says, shaking his head.
"Group couldn't get any weirder, that's for sure," he added with a snicker.
"Adam is a cyborg? Wowie!" Kria smiled. "This is good. They can chat about old times!"
"About how far from here is Granseal, and do you have someone who could teleport us there?" the orange-haired youth said, thinking for a moment.
"All the teleportation spells we have haven't been working right lately for some reason..." Ian says, grimly. "Otherwise we'd have been teleporting supplies in. I'd recommend against it. It hasn't been pretty."
"Wow...I wonder if that's becau-No. Lost it! Sorry. Mind kinda blanked. Oh well...I can fly. It's good enough!"
"This place got some kinda memory thing on it?"
"Anyway... ask him, 'Would you like some Yogurt? It's a running joke, he'll know we talked right away. Or if not me, he'll know that someone in the old team talked to you."
Langston nodded. "That's just out there enough I think, thanks."
"Oh...ok! I wonder what that's about. You Shining Hero's are all weird." Kria leant forwards putting her elbows on the table.
"His response should be, 'No thanks, he'll just get in the way and his rings are disturbing to wear."
"Like Mayfair, perhaps?" Dicem said. "We came across her in Hassan, before the first Devil army ambush."
Ombligo: "That wasn't Mayfair, I thought. I thought it was Cynthia."
"Dam. That was Cynthia." Kria snorted, shaking her head. "Like...Duh."
Ian rolls his eyes. "Cynthia... She's such a... She wasn't doing anything too dumb, was she?"
"She always means well, but she's a bit of an airhead."
Something abruptly made the rat snicker a bit, causing his whiskers to twitch.
"Wowie...sounds like my type of person! We should so totally go shopping together!" Kria nodded, leaning her head on her hands. "So like...can you hold out? Because looking around...ya'll are in trouble."
"I noticed when she beat an assassin's head in, then started cleaning it up like it was the way things were supposed to work," the rogue noted. "Don't know where she is, now, though... she left before we did."
"Tenryu would be good for that, actually," Dicem said. "I'd have left Malsvirlexi and Stoltz here as well, but we need the tinker and the little lizard ran off."
"Sounds like something she'd do. Nice to hear she can take care of herself, though."
"If you want to lend me soldiers, I'm certainly not complaining."
"Why? He like never does anything and Gilliam knows more." Kria tilted her head as she looked over at Dam
"Gilliam isn't a tinker, Kria, and if the big guy goes down I can't fix him."
"Oh. Oh right. But like...he's creepy!"
"The doc kinda beats him on the creepy scale if you ask me.'
"Not that I'm suggestin' we leave him behind either; m'just sayin,' is all."
"Indeed. And you could pass for creepy too, you know," Dicem reminded Kria.
Then, turning back to Ian, he continued "It's looking more like a trade, actually... if it's alright with you, I'd like Astrid to accompany us at least to the shrine and back."
Kria blinked, looking at Dam shocked, and stood up, walking over to him. "What.Did.You.Say.To.Me?"
"Astrid?" Ian asks. "That's the Galam mage that was with the escort, right?"
"Yeah, and you heard me, Kria," Dicem said, keeping an eye on the moody warlock.
Lord Oddeye 23 has left the room.
"Anyway," Lang interjected. "Yeah, that's her."
"...YOU ARE CALLING ME CREEPY!? WITH A NAM LIKE DAM DICEM!" Kria pouted, crossing her arms and glaring down at Dam.
"I never said it wasn't a creepy name," he responded.
"Funny guy! Well I'm sorry YOU find ME creepy Mr. I could be slicing up children at night!"
"Dam's not saying you're creepy, Kria," Langston interjected once more, clearly lying. "He's saying you're...uh..."
Kria turned her head to one side, smiling at Langston. "Stay out of it Ratboy. Or you're next."
"Play your cards right and I may slip into your room next, little girl," he taunted. "And quit threatening people already."
"Eh heh, alright, alright..."
"Try it. I think you'd lose to me in a straight up fight without any of your sneaky crap. Pfah!" Kria stuck her tongue out and strode back to her seat fuming.
"So are you quite through with the romancing, Mr. Dicem?" Ian asks, an amused expression on his face.
Kria smirks at this, looking at Ian and then Dam, and seemed to be counting something on her fingers. "Hmm...five now!"
"We'll finish in private," he said sarcastically. "As I was saying... how long of a travel is it to Granseal?"
"Five what?" Ian asks. "The trip to Granseal is about four days on foot or caravan."
"Potentials." Kria replied calmly, leaning back in her seat again, apparently thinking this over.
"Potential what?" Ian asks, tilting his head.
"You really are blonde! Potential lovers silly!" Kria looked at him curiously. "I mean like...I'm eighteen and dense and even I got that. Sheesh."
"And this is why you don't ask... it's better that way," the young man said. "Is there somewhere we can stay tonight?"
Kria giggled to herself. "You can sleep with me Dam if you'd like."
Ian's eyes widen. "Oooookay... Well."
Ombligo: "Kria wants a slumber party?"
"Is the Shining Hero embarassed?" Kria giggled, and then frowned looking at Ombligo. "Um...crap. Oh. Ombligo. Ask Sorel to explain a lover sometime mmkay?"
Ombligo: "Okay! I'll tell him you're looking for five sleeping partners."
"Try the Bridge Beerhouse. It's a tavern and inn run by the drawbridge. It's the only inn that hasn't been converted to army use in this siege."
Ian starts chuckling.
At this point Kria fell out of her chair and began to laugh hysterically on the ground, slowly getting to her feet. "Wow! I'm...energetic! But that's a lil much!"
"Refraining from comment. Anyway, is there anything else?"
*Ombligo blinks, a little confused.*
"The things I deal with," Dicem muttered, shaking his head.
"Yeah. Question!" Kria grinned, raising her hand. "Are you single?"
Then, extending a hand, he said "Not right now, no. It was good talking with you, Ian; I think we should talk again tomorrow, before I pull my people out of here and head for Max."
Ian chuckles. "Yeah, I suppose."
"You suppose? Don't girls melt if you smile at them? Being a bigshot general and Hero and stuff?"
Ian grins. "Yes they do, but perhaps, just maybe, I'm a gentleman about it?" Ian chuckles again. "The same happened... well, still does, actually, to Max. He's shy as hell about it. Not something you'd expect!"
"Anyway, yes, we can meet tommorrow. I'll be on the battlements as always," Ian says to Dam. "Is that all?"
Shaking his head as he hustled Kria out of the door, Dam said "I think you've heard enough out of her today. We'll speak tomorrow."
"Byebye Ian!" Kria waved to him as Dam pushed her out the door.
Ian waves goodbye

Posted by: Nightmare Mon Sep 04, 2006 4:54 am
((I would like to receive that dwarven waraxe please, but I'm sure you already knew that.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Sep 04, 2006 3:52 pm
Kayla watches the conversation that some of the group has with Ian, but she does not say anything. I really hope that we stop by Yeel. I'd like to check on my mother, and a night in my own home would be refreshing.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Sep 04, 2006 7:36 pm
The city of Galam has a nervous air about it as soldiers march to and fro, townsfolk running around with packs of supplies to deliver, and workmen constantly repairing the walls from damage taken from attempted sieges. Those in armor are given grateful looks as the people assume they are reinforcements, or part of the Galam Army.
Those with a hint of fiendish heritage, such as Ignatius, Kayla, and Kria, are avoided like the plague for the most part.
Smoke fills the air from a pyre in the courtyard, where the priests of Volcanon burn the dead one by one before burying or scattering the ashes as the warrior willed.
This is a town of hope and sadness.
This is a town under siege.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Sep 04, 2006 10:13 pm
((Err, what level are we now?)) After talking briefly with the priests, Arbeiten starts walking to and fro in the camp, collecting this, securing that, etc. Within an hour, the half-giant is whistling to himself as he mixes the dried, scrawny looking turnips and stringy, gamey meat he had secured in an enormous pot. The camp orphans he had collected were kept busy, running bowls (or tins, or whatever else they could find) of thick stew to injured civilians, or to those the orphans knew to be too old, too sick, or too aggrieved to care for themselves. Any who watched closely might notice that more food seemed to come out of the pot than came in, and of better quality, but who was free enough to notice such things?
((Cast create food/water and purify food/water as needed. I'd assume I'm be out of 3rd level spells and above, save for domain spells, and out of 0th level spells from this one.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Sep 04, 2006 10:59 pm
In only a short time, the city's poor cluster around Arbeiten with empty bowls, hungrily taking their share of the food provided as it becomes clearer and clearer the toll of war. Talking with the priests, Arbeiten hears of the city's ordeal. With most of the farmers seeking refuge in the city many of the outlying farms have gone untended. Without those farms, the kingdom depends on their stockpile of food and what little can be hunted or grown under guard, or smuggling in from the outlying settlements that have yet to be touched by conflict. The devils, though they have yet to begin a true siege, lurk around the wilderness, quietly raiding and destroying any traveller caravans they find in their effort to force a surrender from Galam.
The main thing that gives them hope are the intervention of the two heroes Max and Ian. The common people whisper excitedly about rumors that the two will rally the old heroes that drove out the devils before, and then everything will be made right again.
((Level 7, WD.))

Posted by: Aldur Mon Sep 04, 2006 11:13 pm
Kria sighes as people run from her and rolls her eyes, simply staying by the cart with their stuff, happy enough and used to such treatment.

Posted by: Tarethen Mon Sep 04, 2006 11:22 pm
Quietly Farain trotted throughout the war-torned city of Galam. Images that he could have never imaged were before him, and they were making him slightly sick. It was hard for him to believe that this has become the reality for most people. While he was in Ribble, training day in and day out with his father, always having food and shelter, there were people suffering.
"This is... horrible..." He said softly to himself, having arrived in the courtyard. He watched as another body was laid onto the flames, his eyes not leaving the pyre as the body turned to ash.
Farain couldn't watch any longer, he turned away from the scene and trotted away. He wished he would have hung around with someone else instead of going off on his own. Maybe the scenes before him would have been easier to manage.
"Maybe I'll run into someone. Might as well look around for them."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Sep 05, 2006 12:31 am
Kria wandered over to where she had finally spotted Ignatius, a wide grin on her face. "Heya Iggy!" "Yeah?" he asks. Kria frowns, putting her hands on her hips. "Yeah? What the hell kinda greeting is...Yeah?" "It's a greeting, what do you want?" Ignatius asks. "I'm busy guarding our stuff."
"Well isn't that boring as all hell." Kria sighed, hopping up to sit in the wagon. "I was just wondering...when'd ya know you were a warlock?"
"About 5. I accidently blew up a table."
"Wow. What'd your ma say?"
"She frowned, bought a new table, and began trying to help me learn to control my powers."
"Aww man. Your mother was cooler than mine. Mine was just like...Use the power for the glory of the dragon. Blah blah blah."
"Yeah... My mother was cool..."
"So...what's she doing now?"
"I don't know... Probably still at home, tending the house or patrolling around the village."
Kria nodded, and then tilted her head to one side. "Like...was she ok with you leaving? If I had a thirteen year old kid I'd not let him do that."
"I don't know, it kinda wasn't her idea and I didn't stop to ask."
"...Wow. You like ran away from home?"
"...Yeah... A little."
"Nah...more like totally! So, didcha leave a note or something?"
"Of course I did, I didn't want her to worry... I left her a note that details my plan to find adventurers and soldiers to retake our home from the Destonian Empire and slay Galm."
"Well...ya got me! I'm worth one hundred soldiers!" Kria smirked, jumping to her, looking totally convinced.
"Well it's a start," Ignatius says with a sigh.
"Hey! No sighing. Nothing worth doing is ever gonna be a cakewalk!" Kria nodded, patting Ignatius on the shoulder as she looked around the town, a sad little smile on her face. "Not exactly friendly folk eh?"
"Meh. I'm used to it."
"Really? Ever try to change their opinion?"
"What do you think I'm doing? Do you see me levelling towns and eating babies? If I just keep on doing what I'm doing, maybe eventually a few of them will get the idea that I'm not like my father..." Ignatius says sourly.
"Hey! I'm on your side. Don't get touchy or I'll kick your ass." Kria smirked, leaning back against the wagon again, eyes continuing to scan the town and the inhabitants.
"And...You're gathering soldiers right? To save your people? But like...war isn't usually ever a good way to get people to accept you. Or something."
"But they need it!" Ignatius says. "The Destonian Empire is terrible! They just take and take and take for their snooty nobles and upper crust. Back when mom's family was in charge, none of that happened."
"Yeah. And that's when you fight for your stuff. I get that. But like...what I'm saying is that just because you save your people n stuff...it might not mean everything'll be peachy! And...I've like been travelling for awhile. I wouldn't judge a whole people just by the army. Ya know?"
Ignatius frowns. "Well what else am I supposed to do? This... This was mother's dream... She was going to rally her people and retake the kingdom... But..." Ignatius falls silent and looks away.
Kria tilts her head to one side. She blinks, and for once gets the picture. "Oh...I'm sorry."
"That's all right."
Kria sighed, and turned to face Ignatius. "And I can understand you wanting to do that but...what about your own dreams? I mean like...it is your life. And from the way you described her...I don't think Lisa would like you going for revenge."
"Yeah, well... He deserves it," Ignatius says. "And mom deserves better."
"So like...question! If your mom ruled over a people, doesn't that mean it's you now? That runs things."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Aren't you like a ruler of somewhere now?"
"No."
"Wha? But you said she was going to rally HER people..."
"Yeah," Ignatius says. "So?"
Kria sighed, shutting her eyes, trying to compose herself. "Alright. So...who where your mother's people?"
"A small kingdom on the border of Destonia... Liria was the name."
"Oh...It got...overrun?"
"Annexed. For the greater glory of the Destonian Empire," Ignatius says bitterly.
"Ah." Kria patted Ignatius' shoulder again, having to stand on her tiptoes. She giggled, hopping back on the wagon, a mischievious sparkle in her eyes. "That's right! I've made up my mind!"
"What? About what?" Ignatius asks, arching an eyebrow.
"I'll help you! And also...your mother is gone, and your father is a cold hearted evil bastard! And you're thirteen! You like, need guidance so big sis Kria is here to help you! Wow, aren't you lucky!? I'd have killed for someone as cool as me at your age!" Kria giggles to herself, awaiting his reaction.
Ignatius is silent for a moment, looking at Kria. "Well, I guess it's a start."
"Yup! So chin up and let's find Max! I mean...Ian is kinda stuck here but Maybe Max can come with us! And like, with a Hero like that the troops'll flock in!" She energetically jumps to her feet, punching her fist in the air. "So like...let's kick the asses of that Cult, The empire and then your old man!"
Ignatius smiles. "I like this plan."
"Yeah! See? Aren't I a genius!?" Kria began to laugh to herself, eventually stopping and taking a deep breath. "If it makes you feel any better...I don't get to rightfully rule either. Not like...I'd want to or anything."
"I don't want to rule, I just want my mom to be happy again," Ignatius says, frowning as he realizes what he just said.
"Something tells me she's in a far nicer place without all those worries anymore Iggy. So like...while we're doing all this...maybe you should think about what you wanna do after it!" Kria smiles and begins walking off, waving back at Ignatius as she takes flight, her black wispy wings appearing as she ascends.
Ignatius falls to musing as Kria leaves.

Posted by: Cyrus Tue Sep 05, 2006 1:47 am
Gail strode slowly through the city streets, watching the true nature of this conflict unfold around her. She had never truly realized the extent of war...torment and pain on a small scale was something she was accustomed to, but when it spread to infect all this...she didn't know what to do. What could be done for these people that wouldn't give them false hope? Passing a family, she met their expectant eyes with a smile and a nod, hoping the pity she felt wasn't apparent on her face. It didn't feel right leaving these people with nothing...especially after their refusal to help in defending the siege, which was lunacy...but what could they give?
As she passed another line of houses, she began to hear the murmur of a crowd close by, her pace quickening until she spied the crowd that had settled around the generous half-giant. A discreet smile creeped across her face as she watched him deliver a small parcel of hope to those who would otherwise have none. Her thoughts turned to the order, and what they ran on...donations. Perhaps she could ask Dam to give to the church...but then, what would they use the money for? No aid would reach here, else they would have it...With straits like this, they couldn't pay their own soldiers, much less mercenaries...She bit her lip as she walked away, keeping her head down to the ground. She needed to think...

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Sep 05, 2006 3:27 am
The Doctor leans against the worn wall of a house, watching the altruism of his trusty rival with an unreadable expression. Finally, he crosses his arms and glances around for others in his party. Kria, after finishing her conversation with Ignatius, notes Coventry and swoops down beside him, grinning widely. "Heya!"
The Doctor sighs wearily, rolling his eyes, "Hello puss..."
Sorel stands slightly apart from the others, staring at the sky with an expression of concern etched into his face.
"Never..." The Doctor shakes his head, "I'm just feeling a bit under the weather."
Langston let an audible yawn, stretching himself out as he looked about. "Man...I'm beat."
OMBLIGO FLOATS AROUND THE AREA OMINOUSLY.
Kria nods and leans against a nearby building, watching Arbeiten. "Hehe...If I tried to help they'd run..."
"Too bad he can't be here to make food for 'em all the time," he said. "But ah guess one night's better than none."
"Hmmmm... I know the feeling..." Coventry mummers, rubbing his chin, then shrugs, "Eh, doesn't matter." He glances at Langston with a smile, "That was quite the jump there... Most impressive."
Langston smiled. "S'about the only thing I do; woulda sucked if I had missed in more ways than one."
The Doctor grimaces, "Yeah...I can see why."
Gail proceeds along her mind-set path, eyes locked to the ground as she continues her seemingly blind pace.
Langston chuckled. "Kria'll have to teach me how to fly just in case."
"I don't know about that..." The Doctor chuckles in response, shaking his head, "Puss doesn't quite strike me as the most reliable of persons..." He gestures around him, "See how quickly she's disappeared already?"
Ombligo wonders aloud, "Maybe she went off to find some sleeping partners."
"Guess that's true," he replied, still watching Arbeiten dispensing food. Hearing Ombligo, he choked.
The Doctor goes silent, looking at Ombligo oddly.
Ombligo blinks, confused once more, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
He scratched his ear. "Well...it's kinda abrupt, I guess...not the sorta thing you just say about someone out of the blue."
"Sounds like something I would say..." The Doctor mummers under his breath, turning back to the street.
Farain wandered around some more, trying to find some others from the group. As if some one answered his thoughts, he chanced upon Coventry and a few others. "Oh... Hello, everyone."
"Hey Farain, you just missed Ombligo calling Kria a debutante...or something..."
Ombligo ponders aloud, "Yeah, I guess it's a little weird to talk about sleeping habits like that. It just still puzzles me."
"Huh," the rat muttered, looking at the ground for a moment. "Sleepin' habits..."
"I'd love to hear the story behind this one..." Doctor remarks, before calling out to the paladin marching on, "Hey Gail, got a destination in mind or just ignoring old friends now that we're soon to part ways?"
With a sigh Farain trotted closer to the group. "Everyone else is scattered throughtout the town, I take it?"
The paladin snaps out of her daze, turning to face the doctor and the assembled group before shaking her head. "I'm sorry...I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." She then quirks an eyebrow as she realizes the next piece. "Soon to part ways?"
Lang nodded to the centaur. "Yeah, for the most part. Arby's over there playin' chef; haven't seen most of the others since earlier."
He nodded a bit, his nerves finally calming down a bit after what he saw. "This place is a mess."
The Doctor smiles wearily at Gail, "I know it must break your heart, but now that we've found our heroes, no doubt we'll be disassembling shortly." He shrugs, "It's the way of the mercenary."
"True, but...lookin' around, it's kinda hard just to go back to before like that too...I guess."
Ombligo replies, "I wonder if we'll get another mercenary job."
Gail nods sadly as she looks at the decay in the landscape, "Mess is quite a light word for it..." She then turns back to the doctor, "Max is here as well? I thought only Ian was present within these walls..." if you could call them that, she thought glumly.
Ombligo chimes in helpfully, "Max...he's in Granseal, I think."
Farain nodded slowly. "At least what we set out to do is accomplished. We've found who we were looking for... Though, returning home will be hard."
"Returning home then?" Coventry queries quietly.
Gail falls silent at Farain's comment.
"Guess I figured what I was doin' was enough, performin' and stuff...but...the more I do here, the more I think...maybe I might be able ta do more. Maybe." He shrugged. "Still time to think about it, I guess."
"Yeah." Coventry nods, "I'm certain they would be glad for you here at least."
He stopped a"Returning home would be the easy thing to do. That's for sure... After seeing this, the realization that this has happened multiple places is hard to grasp."
"Well I'm sure a wall bouncin' rat's in real high demand in the army these days," he replied, with a snicker.
"I suspect that anyone is in high demand around here..." Coventry replies, "...but don't sell your talents short."
He chuckled a bit. He needed to a good laugh. "True. But a ranger in training that can't hit anything is a real commodity, let me tell you."
"I suppose that would be the in training." Coventry replies with a smile.
"In the end, though. I don't think returning home to peace would be right. I'd like to help those out who need it."
He nodded. "Thing is, things as crazy as they are, the world can't be on defense for forever."
"You're a greater archer in training than most I have seen that are considered full archers," Gail replies.
"Dunno how much help it would be to just reinforce one place. Sooner or later someone's gotta go to the source...whatever that is."
"I gather that's what's heroes are supposedly for..." Coventry mummers with some bitterness.
"Heroes are decided afterwards though. Least that's what I think."
The centaur looked at Gail and smiled. "Thanks for your kind words, Gail."
"I've been a mercenary often enough before." Coventry mummers distantly, "There are always wars, no matter how one feels about them, this one is different only in the scope and the enemy." He shrugs, faked indifference barely masking some contempt for the situation his words describe, "This scene is not so different from many others throughout history, it just so happens that this time the enemy is fiendish and not one of the 'good' races."
"Yeah, it's just that we're in this one whether we want to be or not, so..." he paused, and trailed off for a moment to gather his thoughts. "Eh, I'll figure it all out later." He leaned back and fell mostly silent, enjoying the peace and chance to chat with his fellows for as long as it could last.
"It's the truth," Gail insists, returning the smile as the bite in Coventry words makes her turn to him... and then upon the scene before them. "You are right...but existence would move on after a mortal war. If fiends triumph here...I'm not so sure anything will be left."
"Yes..." Coventry tilts his head slightly in agreement, "If a mortal war were waged on such a scale the results would be terrible but the world would recover...eventually."
"Is the situation with these devils really that dire? And, if it is, will hiding actually protect anyone?" Farain asked.
"I think hiding would protect someone in the short term." The Doctor replies, "Perhaps even in the long term but there wouldn't be much of a life left to live."
Ombligo queries, "What kind of life is that? Hiding?"
Gail turns to Farain, a frown on her face. "Where is there to hide? You heard what Sorel has said...what the world has said." She pauses slightly, as if struggling with something. "They are everywhere."
"I'm not saying that I would hide. After thinking about it, I'm far too involved now to actually leave. It's just... I'm sure there are people who are trying to escape..."
"To see that kind of life...we need only look around us."
He nodded. "We may have found the Heroes of past wars, but will their skills alone be enough?"
"No." Coventry states firmly, "Heroes are just the people who happen to get the glory for the sacrifices and labor of many."
"It is the many who decide to follow heroes. Without others, they would not be what they are."
"Hey! We're coming out on top. Mahler told me good always wins, and so far that seems to be true."
"Before something happens that disappoints you, he forgot to add in the end.." Coventry shakes his head, "It may win in the short term, but if evil won in the end, we wouldn't be here."
Ombligo exclaims, "But they never have! What makes you think they will?"
The face of the Doctor darkens slightly, his eyes narrowing.
"We may be on top for now, but for how long? There's no telling how big the devil army is. For all we know, we could have only encountered a very small portion of it." Farain glanced to Ombligo as he said this, wishing he could share such optimism.
"They've thrown a ton of assault parties at us - even at the worst possible times. We defeated the bad guys, and we'll keep doing it!" Ombligo replies, growing a tad angry at their pessmism.
"For us, Ombligo. But what about them?" She gestures to the villagers, her voice patient and slightly cold. "Who is winning in this place?"
"Gail's right. Galam has a substantial amount of military strength compared to our little mercenary band..."
"We're fighting for them. The bad guys will have to cut through us to get to them. I dunno, maybe you guys will stop doing mercenary work after this job, but I'm going to go out there and fight."
"But we will leave. We won't be able to protect them then," she replies, her voice colder in response to his hot anger.
Ombligo exclaims, "Ian's staying, and he's defeated Darksol. It says so right here in these scrolls. I'm sure they'll win."
"Right now, these people need more help than we can offer. There may be a few willing to take up arms and defend their home... But, I'm sure they are in the minority..."
"How do you know? Did you ask them? Maybe they're all pessimists like you that are only in this for the money!" *Ombligo slams down a tentacle onto the wall.
"Ombligo..." Gail mutters, sorrow in her voice.
"I could be wrong, it won't be the first time. But, you can look at some of their faces and see. Yes, there may be hope within these walls... But what about the courage and strength to fight?"
Ombligo: "That's what they want. The bad guys want people to feel down like that. That's why you don't let them get their way."
"Listen." The Doctor states coldly, "There are times when evil does win." His eyes are narrowed with something akin to hatred, "Ask Ignatius. Ask Kria. Ask Kayla. That doesn't mean you just give up." He gestures to the people of Galam, "You keep on fighting, hope isn't pretending that everything will work out alright, its...its..." He stammers and looks away, "Nevermind... A kid like you shouldn't even be here." He walks from the gathering.
Ombligo folds his tentacles as the Doctor leaves, "Hey! I'm seven years old now, you know! That's pretty old in Magic Creature years!"
"People...are human, Ombligo. Courage is so highly valued because it is so rare." She pauses, wondering if she's right to say this before she continues. "Most people simply want to live."
Farain watched at the doctor stormed away, "...Coventry." He sighed softly. "What these people need is to get back on their feet. Maybe doing that will help them down the road."
Gail watches silently as the doctor goes off, suddenly feeling evil herself for thinking there was nothing she could do.
"You're right..." the paladin says, before wheeling around and searching the area. She spots a nearby battlement being repaired, and turns to Farain. "Farain, how good are you at brick-laying?"
He thought for a second. "I'm okay... I've had to do it a few times with my father, but I wouldn't call myself any sort of expert at it."
"I'm sure they're be willing to accept 'okay'," Gail replies, motioning Farain to follow her as she heads off to volunteer.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Sep 05, 2006 4:19 am
His room door secured, Dicem stood half-dressed in the space he'd rented in the inn. His daggers, treated with silver and enhanced with magic, lay in the pile of clothing on the floor that included the enchanted vest he wore, the cloak which hid his appearance, and the shirt he'd been wearing for so long it was more patches than the original cloth.
For once, though, none of his equipment or his items or his plans mattered. Instead, all he saw was his reflection in the mirror - a little younger, a little cockier.
"Now I know, boss," he muttered, taking a few steps backwards before falling onto the bed. "Almost wish I hadn't given you so much hell back then..."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Sep 05, 2006 3:07 pm
Kayla watches from a distance as the town's poor gather around Arbeiten for food. She never really knew about the horrors of war, but now here it was being thrown right into her face, whether she liked it or not. Death had never really phased her, but this...people were starving, and many were without shelter. They were suffering, and it was making her sick to her stomach. Kayla wanted to help in some way, but with people avoiding her like the plague, that looked to be impossible. A slight smile spreads across her face as Arbeiten performs his good deed, and then she walks away. As she does so, she again notices that people are avoiding her. Kayla was used to it, for there were not many places that welcomed her. Despite their treatment, she did not hate them. She was bitter perhaps, but she bore no hate for human kind. Walking into the inn, she sets down five gold pieces on the counter and asks for a room. Barring any problems, Kayla goes up to her room. Once inside, she takes off her backpack and puts it on the floor beside her bed. The next thing to go is the belts around her waist, the one with her swords, and the other with various pouches on it. After that she takes off the magical gloves she always wore. The last thing to go is the chain shirt, leaving her sleeveless leather shirt. It does show a little tummy, but other than that, the shirt is fine. Kayla sits down on the bed and thinks back to what her mother said to her once, when she was younger.
"Kayla, no matter what, you must bear no hate in your heart for humans."
Kayla looks up at her mother with her big blue eyes, seeming not to understand. After all, she is probably no older than six or seven.
Kayla's mother Shera, a beautiful woman with long brown hair and the same blue eyes as her young daughter, reaches down for the young child. Shera scoops her daughter up, ands sets Kayla on her lap. "I see how the other children treat you. They are cruel to you because of what you are, and it hurts your heart, doesn't it?"
"Yes," Kayla says sadly.
"I know that it has made you somewhat bitter, but do not hate them. Humans fear that which they do not understand, and in turn, they despise what they fear. They are ignorant, and you cannot blame them for this." Shera smiles. "All you can do is attempt to enlighten them, and pray that they see the light one day."
Kayla smiles a bit and stands up, heading to the door. She leaves the room and tries to find out which one Dam Dicem is in. Once she figures it out, she goes to his room and knocks on the door gingerly.
"No rest for the wicked, I suppose," the rogue muttered, opening the door. "What is it? Someone else get stabbed by invisible creatures from the depths of hell?"
"Quite the pessimist, aren't you?" Kayla asks with a faint sigh. "No, nothing bad has happened. I just wanted to talk, if that's alright with you."
"Yeah, sure... come in, close the door" the rogue said. "What is it?"
Kayla walks into the room and closes the door behind her. She pulls back the hood of her cloak so he can see her face, and she speaks in a somewhat solemn tone.
"Well, this job we have...is supposed to be over once we find Max, right? This might be the last time we get to talk, after all." Kayla leans against a nearby wall. "So, what do you plan on doing after this job is over?"
"I haven't decided yet. Depending on what the Half-Vandal's paying, I may do that gig after all. Why?"
"I'm curious, that's all..." Kayla smiles half-heartedly.
"And what about you? More stuff like this?" he asked.
"Apparently, so. I just hope I have the chance to visit Yeel, before I disembark on another adventure where I nearly get killed by devils and demons." Kayla chuckles grimly.
"Yeel's not far from Granseal. You can go straight there after we meet Max," Dicem said.
"Yes, if I don't pop in to say hello every so often, mother gets moody. She still worries about me so much, like I'm a child or something."
"I think it's safe to say that if you're still alive now, you can handle yourself."
"Still, if it weren't for Coventry..." Kayla shakes her head. "Nevermind...that's not important right now."
"What about Coventry? What's that bastard up to now?"
"I was going to say that I probably would be dead if it wasn't for him. He may be a jackass, but I still owe him my life."
"Mmm. Sad but true," Dicem agreed begrudgingly. "Bastard in life, but the greatest healer ever." Then, thinking, he said "No... not that. Forget I said the last part; his head's big enough already."
Kayla chuckles. "I agree. At least he isn't around to hear it."
"True, true," the rogue said. "So is that it, or did you want something else?"
"Well, I'm getting a little tired."
"Tired of what? Or is it past your bedtime?"
"Not past my bedtime, I'm just getting sleepy. Goodnight."

Posted by: Aldur Tue Sep 05, 2006 10:00 pm
And so, as night approached, almost like something in her blood called, Kria slipping quietly out of her room. She exits the inn and calls forth her wings, flying up hight into the sky, able to see around Galam for a large range. She spots a large tower in the distance and shivers, the sight of it making her uneasy. Shaking, herself she begins to sing, sillouetted against the moon, stretching her arms wide, a private moment high in the sky.
(( 20+10 (Natural 20)+5(Cha)+1(Rank) = 36 total on sing check. Take that whores.))
"The world is still...silence in the world.
As if time had stopped and we had nothing to fear.
Don't worry, we can overcome it.
We have the power to overcome anything!
Do you remember when we talk about...
...wonderful things in this existence.
We hold onto love and dreams to survive.
Golden Moonlight melts into our hearts!
Close your eyes and open your arms...
...Fly away over the forests and the seas!
I see your faces, such a pretty smile,
Underneath the brillant moon."
Kria smiles as she finishes, not really feeling tired yet. She hovered, simply watching and looking at the things below her.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Sep 05, 2006 10:07 pm
Everywhere, people stop what they're doing and stare at Kria as she sings. As the end of her song, she is met with smiles and solid applause. "Hmph. Not so hard to sway the minds of the public when you approach it in the right manner," Gilliam comments to himself as he views the performance before continuing on walking.

Posted by: Aldur Tue Sep 05, 2006 10:10 pm
Kria flushed, slowly descending to the ground, mumbling a little to herself and ran after Gilliam, mostly because he was tall and easy to hide behind. "Like it?"

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Sep 05, 2006 10:49 pm
"No rest for the wicked, I suppose," the rogue muttered, opening the door. "What is it? Someone else get stabbed by invisible creatures from the depths of hell?"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Sep 06, 2006 1:43 am
"It was a very good song, yes, but more importantly appropriate to the situation and audience. Combining all three aspects and you make quite the performance,"Gilliam replies to the singer/spellcaster. Kria grinned. "I'm not that dense. I'm like, not going to sing about everyone dying horribly."
"Moreover that you chose not to sing about something irrelevant. Many novices would've made that mistake, I think."
"I dunno...it just seems not right to sing about a happy thing, or a lovestruck maiden considering what I see around me." Kria trailed off, shaking her head. "Hey. Gilly. Like, do you know Adam?"
"I've known and worked with a few A.D.A.M.-class robots in my time, but I wouldn't know which was the robot we've heard of," Gilliam says, looking up to the sky. "Even then, it was a long time ago."
Kria frowns at this, nodding. "Like...wow. So he's...not unique? Just another metal thing?"
"He is quite unique now."
"Now? Like...he wasn't before?"
"Not especially, but ADAM-types have polymorphic software... They learn as they experience, and change to fit their surroundings. Having existed as long as he has, and adapted for all that time, there's no probably no real comparision between a stock ADAM and the one that follows Max."
"So he is a person now?" Kria smiled at this, pleased with the answer.
"No, but he probably appears as one."
"...But he acts and thinks in a way unique to him, doesn't that make him a person?"
"Not neccessarily. He lacks a soul."
"Like. So do demons."
"Demons have souls, just corrupt ones."
"I'd like...prefer Adam then."
"As would I."
"But...like, isn't your mind, just what's left of you?" Kria frowned, raising her hands. "I'm not saying that offensively it's just...I think a soul is defined by the person."
"A soul is the sentient life force that causes mortal flesh to move. It's conceivable a soul might be bound to a machine, but I can't see how such a thing would occur naturally."
"So. Do you have like, no soul then? Do you think you'll magically get one back when you get a body?"
"I still have a soul," Gilliam says, miffed.
"Well then. You move around thanks to...metal and stuff right?"
"Yes."
"So, like...how do you still have a soul with fleshy stuff? I think your view of it is wrong. I think that anyone who feels happy, or sad...or angry...has a soul."
"Most of my brain is still intact, encased and supported within this metal shell. That's flesh enough," Gilliam says. "Perhaps. True emotions."
"Someone's being very harsh."
"How so? I believe I am being factual."
"Flawed though isn't it? I like, can't see a difference between something in my head and something metal in his head."
"What do you know of souls?"
"And where did ya get YOUR info from huh!?"
"Centuries of research."
"Hahaha. Cute, but you know...that like, isn't always right. I don't think a soul works like that. It's like...Good and Evil. All in the eye of the beholder."
"What do you mean?"
"Like...I dunno!" Kria sighed, and then her face lit up, and then she sighed again. "It's all fine in my head...but when I explain. It's like...a soul isn't...something you can feel and touch and study? Like Tanis' books."
"Yes it is."
"Wha? It's not got like...a form."
"Yes it does. What do you think a ghost is but a naked soul?"
Kria shook her head. "A tragic imprint left behind with only one desire...that's a soul?"
"That's not a true ghost... It's something else, I can't recall the name for it. Undead were never my forte."
"A ghost isn't a soul. A ghost is a restless person trying to do one last thing." Kria responded stubbornly.
"Without a body, so all that's left is the soul," Gilliam replies.
"Hah! A heart, a soul...It's not a real thing. It's just a word we use...to describe something no amount of your...ancient tech or research can properly explain!"
"It is real, and we explained it!" Gilliam says, defiantly.
"You think that whole capacity...the everything a person is, something unique in everyone can be explained with that flimsy explanation? I'm not that smart, but even I'm not that blind!"
"You are the one who is blind! We came so close... So close to fully realizing the potential of mortal life... You can't imagine what we had!" Gilliam retorts, angrily.
"Why? Why? Why did you all like...need to keep pushing? Look where it all is now...Dust! Everything!" Kria says spitefully, anger making her nasty.
"I KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT IT IS!!!" Gilliam shouts in response. "I know what we lost all too well! But it can be rebuilt... It can rise again!"
Kria looked on at Gilliam, tilting her head to one side. "Does it...need to?"
"If it doesn't, what was the point of anything?" Gilliam asks, sadly before turning and walking away.
Kria, not being one to give up, walked after Gilliam. "Well...that'd depend. Like, that thing in your chest. It's good for one thing. Killing. Do we need such things?"
"How else would you defend yourself? Like that thing in your sheath. It's good for one thing. Killing."
"Yes. Everything I can do...is used for death. I am a predator. I kill. I kill to grow stronger. It's something that haunts me...and whose fault it is?" Kria smiled sadly, eyes a mystery.
"It's the fault of the world. Kill or be killed. Protect or watch as what you love is destroyed. Fight or die. We managed to stave it off for a little while, but ever this nature on this world."
"Right. So..you're saying this'll always be the way of things correct?" Kria looked questioningly at Gilliam.
"No... Things can change. But only progress can bring that change."
"So why is it...the only legacy left of your people are things of death?" Kria shook a little as she said this, genuinely bothered by the conversation.
"Do you think death is all I'm capable of?" Gilliam asks, quietly. "It's not that our legacy is death, but rather it's what everyone calls on us to do. And that is far sadder."
"Gilly, no...time to be serious. Gilliam. You've seen far many more things than I..I'm like, pretty sure of that. Can you tell me that during your...hayday, everything was all right and great as you say it could be?"
"It wasn't perfect... There was crime, still. And war. But far less than I've seen in the time since the fall," Gilliam says quietly. "Far less hunger, disease, fear... We nearly destroyed the roots of conflict... Then the Innovators appeared."
Kria frowned. "They're like...the good side? Like a Vandal is evil yeah?"
"Yes. Gifted by a catalytic union with spirits from a higher plane... They were thought to be the next step in mortal evolution, the begining of the transcendance of mortals to join the Creator as fellow gods..." Gilliam says quietly, a hint of reverence in his voice.
Kria giggled a little at this point.
"They worked for the good of all... Then..." Gilliam's voice falters. "Then they fell. I don't know exactly what happened..."
"If the creator had like...wanted fellows gods...why didn't he just make them? People overthink..."
Kria grew solemn again, listening in rapt attention.
"But some people grew lax, grew lazy. They let the technology of the time and the Innovators do everything for them. The Innovators grew angry..."
Gilliam pauses for a moment, almost as if taking a deep breath... except he doesn't breath.
"They fell and became Vandals. After so long in relative peace the land knew a threat again..." Gilliam says, his voice taking on a faraway quality. "...and we scrambled to find new weapons to bear against the superhuman foe. In our search for weapons, we found the Devil Army and the Demon Horde... And they found us. The rest is history," Gilliam turns to Kria. "Just create fellow gods? Did you stop and think perhaps this is how he intended to do it? The mortal races arriving at divine power and wisdom through their long past, hard earned with blood and tears? Nothing is free."
Kria smirks ruefully. "No one knows that better than me."
Gilliam is silent.
Kria turns to move away, stopping for a moment. "Hey. Gilliam...was...Dark Dragon with the evil thingies your people found...?"
"I don't know," Gilliam replies. "All I know is that it was set upon us by the devils.
Gilliam stops for a moment. "Or by their shadowy master..."
"So like...where'd it come from?" Kria tilts her head to one side.
"I don't know."
"Mmm. Hey...shadowy master. Wasn't that like...Darksol?"
"Darksol was a Devil King. The Army and Horde revere only one thing in common... The Powers of Darkness. The mysterious counterpart of our own Light."
"Hey...so why then can I like use this evil power thingy for...well, not quite evil stuff?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm a Warlock. I control dark power and shape it to my will. Doesn't that like seem...strange?"
"Not especially. You're taking your inborn powers and using them for your own will instead of blinding following some doctrine. Commendable."
"I know that bit. But like...if it's dark power, why isn't The Power of Darkness taking it away?"
"Perhaps it's bound to your soul?" Gilliam shrugs. "I've seen many things, but not even I profess to have all the answers."
"Wow." Kria smiled and then yawned suddenly, stretching a little. "Well Gilly, I'm sleepy now. I'll seeya later?"
"Sleep well, Kria," Gilliam says, turning to leave.
"Have a good night Gilliam." Kria takes to the sky, now preferring to fly instead of walk to most places, she looked back at Gilliam, and grinned, speeding up, a tear falling from her cheek due to the conversation they had had.

Posted by: Cyrus Wed Sep 06, 2006 4:38 am
A female voice speaks up as the bricklayers have nearly completed their task, "Your aid is greatly appreciated." The wizardess from the convoy stands admiring their handiwork, "You are mercenaries but do so much good freely... I cannot help but be impressed.
The silver haired woman turns her head before she smiles and shakes it. Her armor lies inert, propped against the wall of a nearby home, and she is dressed in a simple white blouse and brown pants. She rises to standing, patting off the dust and labour of the day that had settled on her. "Thank you," she says before regarding her own work, "but it's nothing so grand. I'm no stonemason, so if it looks impressive, it most likely is not my work. As for giving...I can't say I don't wish I could do more."
The golden haired woman smiles, resting a hand on the imperfect but firm wall, "The act goes beyond honor." She looks out at the few people still wandering around the city, "It is offering hope to those in despair. They know that they are not alone, not forgotten." She sighs lightly, looking up at the fading light in the sky, "While at times invincible, hope is also a fragile thing... The Strife Lords have come close to killing it. Though you long to do more, merely by taking action you are giving heart to these people."
Gail smiles at the kind words, turning to watch the streets empty in the dimming sun. "Hope is valuable...but it can never truly die. It lives in the beating heart of all people; it merely rises and sets, like the light above us, disappearing only to burst through when it is needed most." She leans against her work, eyes unfocusing as the common grower darker. But still...is hope enough?
The wizardess shakes her head slightly, her voice troubled, "I fear that you have not seen true despair then..." She looks out over the now empty square distantly, "In the individual and perhaps even in the world it can be smothered and killed. This is why we must nurture it and strengthen others, else they fall into the endless despair." She shakes her head sadly, "I have seen souls broken by the Strife Lords, good men driven to evil deeds...their wills shattered beyond repair. We must guard against such a fate."
The paladin stares at the magess as she speaks, her head drifting to the ground as she is unable to respond. She speaks after a short while, her eyes remaining locked to the ground. "I cannot say that I have. All my life, I have been surrounded by noble people concerned with my safety." Her head rises, returning to the street once again. "I have seen fighting and fear...but only now have I seen war and the terrors it brings."
The wizardess smiles slightly, resting a hand on the holy knight's shoulder comfortingly, "Place your hope in the divine." She chuckles slightly, "I know it might be strange to hear a wizardess speak so but the Gods will see us through when mortal power fails. They will raise a hero and empower him with the strength to overcome."
Gail turns at the touch, returning the smile genuinely before falling into musing, a sudden chuckle escaping her lips which she tries to cover unsuccessfully.
The wizardess chuckles as well, then a serious expression crosses her head, "You are a holy knight? Which deity do you serve? The merciful Goddess?"
"No, I serve the Light. Why do you ask?" Gail responds with an inquiring smile, wondering why the woman had become so serious so suddenly.
The wizardess nods, "I saw your prowess in battle and...afflicted by the disease of my profession...was consumed with curiosity." She looks down, "I have heard ill tidings of Mitula and thought you were in service in her. By telling you to place hope in the divine, I had feared I was undermining your faith and hope." She sighs, "I often make social mistakes along those lines... It is not my area of expertise."
The paladin looks oddly at the wizardess for a moment before what she is reffering to, a hopefully comforting laugh coming through as she shakes her head. "I was not laughing at your words, Astrid. Merely an odd thought crossed my mind and I couldn't help myself." She then shakes her head, smiling broadly. "If you feel you've made a mistake, then I didn't notice it. In fact, I'd say you have more social grace than a good deal of our members."
The wizardess chuckles, then shakes her head, "Judging from some of your allies, I'm not certain if that's a compliment or not." She gestures out over the city to where Kria can be seen, floating above the rooftops and singing out, "It is an interesting group to say the least... Who are the catfolk and the demonic?"
Her smile fades as she notices the singing, a beautiful lyrical sound that carries beyond the darkened and slowly filling streets. "The catfolk is Kria, and the vandal is Ignatius. She comes from...a secretive tribe to some dark power I believe, I don't know the specifics...and he comes from a kingdom under the rule of Destonia." She falls silent, listening to the song carry over the roofs and through the windows, watching the villagers begin to gather and stare. "It's amazing, in a way," she thinks out loud.
Astrid smiles, "Yes...it is..." She stares at the catfolk in the sky, "A Vandal and a cultist, working with the forces of Light..."
Gail nods at her words, her focus on the purple songstress before the chuckle returns, this time able to be stifled with a quick hand as she turns away from the scene.
The wizardess shakes her head once more, "I should be going... There are duties yet to be done ere I can rest." She pauses, nodding to the Paladin, "I hope that I have the pleasure of speaking with you again. I found it most refreshing."
'As did I. I needed to clear my head, and you have done just that," the silver-haired woman said with a warm smile, before turning back to the performance unfolding before her.
In additional the villagers, another set of eyes watch Kria float over the rooftops... A figure listens to the song with a troubled frown, then glances over the city from its vantage point atop the roofs, only to pause as it notes Gail standing in the square.
Gail listens intently to the rest of the song, waiting until it reaches its end to show a slight smile. It then fades from her face, departing as she kneels over to pick up her armor and walks away towards the barracks. Along the way, she nearly trips, another errant laugh causing her to lose her balance momentarily in that precarious position...

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Sep 06, 2006 5:48 am
The dark alley is illuminated by a soft light from above as Gail walks through it. A dark figure descends from the sky, two wings of the purest white stretching from its back radiating light, its eyes aglow with soft luminance. It lands softly a short distance in front of the Paladin. "I have stood upon sacred ground, felt the power of heaven course through my veins, and yet..." The figure speaks in a weary voice, "...there was no salvation in that place. The needs of mere mortals come second to the grand design." The figure is softly illuminated by its own wings, revealed to be the familiar features of Doctor Alastor Coventry. He carries himself with an inner strength which he never manifested in the past, his eyes piercing the darkness effortlessly, "Our time together is nearly at an end, so I thought I might have a parting conversation with you. We have similar histories, you and I, though as individuals we could hardly be more different." He smirks distantly, "However, unlike you, I never had the pleasure of knowing my father. He left long before I was born, pursuing idle whims and embarking on idealistic crusades. Perhaps I would have become rather similar to you if that had not been the case." In a smooth motion, the Doctor pulls a leather bound manuscript from a pouch at his belt and offers it to the Paladin, "Cherish the loved ones you have. There are few others in this world who will truly accept you for who you are." He continues in a lower voice, "They may speak harshly out of fear for your safety, but they are the ones who will always accept you. Most...will merely accept you for what you can do for them."
Gail is stunned as her mind reels to catch up with reality, only to be shattered as she comes to the realization of who was speaking to her. Her tan, battered armor slips from her hand, her form still as a statue as she gapes open-mouthed at the mind-numbingly different figure of the Doctor. Numbly, she reaches out for the book, turning it over in her hands as if to confirm its existence, to affirm to herself that she hadn't gone insane, wasn't dreaming or some other co-incedence that would explain this.
The Doctor releases the book as Gail takes it, his hand returning to his side.
As she recognized what it was, an odd feeling welled inside her, exiting her as a shudder and a light...laugh. The volume and frequency of the laughter rose on its own, the shaking for it eventually enough to reduced her to kneeling, her face covered by a dusty, thin hand as she used the other to support herself. Water began to stain her hands...tears, she realized, and yet, still she laughed, as if the universe had pulled a joke on her and she had no other option. The laughter, which began to sound strangely like a cackle, subsized suddenly, giving way to a wave of grief that lasted not nearly as long.
The Doctor stands watching her unsteadily, his eyes firm with resolve and confidence only a moment before now wavering. As her laughter ceases, a few tears well up in his eyes and he reaches forward as if the comfort her only to stop. He stands there, wavering and uncertain, his eyes torn with conflicting emotions.
As her breaths became longer and her heart steadied, she pulled herself up using the wall of a nearby brick building, a genuine smile across her face, as if it was the first time she had really felt happy. Her eyes turned back to the book, gazing at it with a sense that something missing had been filled. She spoke, her eyes still fallen to the worn, bent leather cover. "And I had thought...that I was not her daughter anymore." Another laugh proceeds this, the paladin rubbing her eyes as she continues to support herself with the wall, this time leaning on it. "How blind I have been..."
The Doctor looks at her unsettled, speaking in a low humbled voice, "I spoke to her openly, telling her only the truth and in turn she did the same for me." He looks down at the book, a pained expression on his face, "I apologize... I went too far...I...I should have just given you the book, snuck it into your bag." He smirks uncomfortably, speaking softly, "Drama is my defense..." The Doctor laughs weakly and stretches forth his brilliant wings.
She turns to him, eyes still tear-stained, and shakes her head reassurely. "No...I needed that. I've...been foolish...thought that I would only harm her by attempting to atone...I see now that I've done far more damage doing nothing than I would have with another...argument." She turns to the now angelic doctor, her memory reminding her of his past deception, but a hard apprasial of the Doctor's manner and form shows only the truth. The angel-born sighs. "I should have realized earlier...I suppose I'm not as good at reading people that I believe I am..." She then takes a small glance to the dissapating crowd, the song having lifted their souls from the earth and the fears from their minds. "So...you think so as well...pity, for a moment, I thought I was merely being pessimistic..."
The Doctor shakes his head, a hint of his humor returning, "Not at all. You read me correctly, I'm a bastard and I play my part well." He chuckles, "I tried playing other parts in past but they just never quite worked out the way I wanted. Can't pretend to be something you're not." He nods quietly, the smirk returning to his face, "Farewell Paladin... Just be careful not to let your quests destroy the people you meant to protect." He whispers a word of power and a powerful gust of wind suddenly erupts beneath the Doctor, propelling him up above the alleyway and beyond view.
The silver-haired knight simply watches as the doctor disappears from sight, that sad, conflicted, contented smile lingering on her face. Bending down to pick up her armor, she stows the book in her haversack, vowing to herself that she would read it after she made peace with her mother. Letting the weight settle on her shoulders, she moves on, feeling at least like she could sleep peacefully tonight.

Posted by: Rusty Fri Sep 08, 2006 2:08 am
*Ombligo decides to distract the thoughts of negativity his allies implanted in his brain with knowledge of the Hero Ian. He takes the scrolls about Ian, carefully reading them this time.*

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Sep 08, 2006 4:04 am
Early morning... The sun is only just slowly peeking its head above the horizon. The autumn dawn is cool and crisp, a hint of the frigid winter to come. Even at this early hour, the world is not safe from the fearsome visage of Doctor Alastor Coventry. His overcoat hangs limply on a nearby crate beside a basket of eggs, various cooking and eating utensils, a large hunk of cheese, and a long package of greasy brown paper. Before him is a small fire, burning nicely over which a frying pan is placed upon a cast iron scaffold. He sings happily as he fries up some eggs with surprising skill, "Breakfast time, breakfast time... All for me... Breakfast..."
[Craft(Food)/Survival: 19 + 4 = 23]
A few soldiers marching by to relieve the current watch glare at him murderously.
The Doctor merely smiles widely and waves, "Have a good day at work boys!" He then goes back to making himself something good to eat.
Kria, grumbling to herself exits the inn and sniffs, smelling that lovely smell and sighs when she gets close, and notes the soldiers. "Like...can't you be compassionate? I mean dear light! They could all be slaughtered!"
OMINOUSLY, OMBLIGO WAKES FROM DREADFUL SLUMBER.
Coventry looks up in confusion, "Eh.... What?"
"It's a town under...siege. Or something. And there's you. Cooking away while the people go hungry." Kria smirked evilly. "Watch you don't get ambushed."
"What are you talking about?" Coventry declares with self-righteous indignation, "I paid for this food with good money. Let them buy their own food."
"Like...how?" Kria blinked. "They can't. Remember? Siege?"
The Doctor rolls his eyes, "It's easy..." He makes walking motions with his free hand, "You get up and...walk to the market."
"Don't like...be coy. I think you know exactly what the hell I mean, so why don't we just skip the freaking word games for once? Like...go play them with Sorel."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" The Doctor mutters in disgust, "You don't want me to eat now?"
"...I like keep forgetting. You are the most infuriating man in all the world." Kria sighed, flumping back against a nearby wall. "May as well not waste it."
He blinks suddenly, realization crossing his face as he looks at Kria critically, "Ohohoho... I see." He speaks in a soft calming voice, "Kria... It's alright for you to eat. It's nothing to be ashamed of..."
Kria's head snaps up, and she points a threatening finger at Coventry, "DON'T YOU DARE SAY IT!"
Ombligo pulls down the scrolls for a moment, "You'd rather he slap you again instead?"
Kria rolls her eyes. "So...Ombly. Like, chatted to Sorel about Lovers yet?"
"Lovers? Why would I talk to him about something like that?"
Langston Highbrave's tail was the first to show movement, the acrobat lying face first atop a pillow in the inn. A slight twitch, barely noticeable under the thick woolen blanket sleepily pulled over his shoulders.
It twitched again and once more as the tinny grumble of the rat crept from his sleep-parched throat. Stirring slightly, he rolled to his side, eyes still closed.
Then his nose twitched; his whiskers following suit rhythmically. Langston Highbrave opened his eyes and took a hearty sniff. There was no mistaking it.
One of the fortunes of his role had proved to be a blessing on several occasions and this was none other. He had fallen asleep dressed and awoke as such, which cut down on precious seconds as he snapped forward in bed.
His head snapped about from side to side, quickly reaffirming his location before crazed eyes met with the open window.
He dove headfirst over a bed and out with no regard for whomever was sleeping by the foot and casually somersaulted to the ground, landing on his feet with relative ease, nose to the sky and sniffing madly.
Kria giggled. "Well...you DID want to know about my slumber parties right?"
"Yeah, but what has that got to do with love?"
Kria groaned. "Not love. LoveR's. Ask Sorel. He's all wise. He can like, explain."
The Magic Creature blinks, confused, "Doesn't the term lover mean one that loves?"
Kria looked shifty and groaned again, searching around desperately for Sorel. And failed. "Ah...Right...er...well, a word can like have many meanings."
"Why don't you just tell me what it means, then?"
"Because! You're like...too young to know!" Kria nodded, waggling a finger at Ombligo.
Ombligo: "But I'm...I'm seven! I'm not too young for knowledge. I read books all the time."
"Seven is too young! If you wanna know...ask Sorel!"
Ombligo: "Bah! So who are the other three, anyway? Are they part of the group, too?"
"Hmm? Wait a minute." Kria marches up to Ombligo, prodding at his shell. "Which two do you know?"
Ombligo guards his shell with his tentacles after the first prodding, "Hands off! And you stated yourself to them while they were in the room."
Kria blinked, counting on her fingers for a moment. "Ohh! Right. Sorry, mind blanked. And the other three are like...none of your business!"
The Doctor watches the two for a moment with a frown, then twirls around gracefully and slides three eggs onto three metal plates, "Feel free to help yourselves... I'm going to fry up some bacon before I eat."
It didn't take long for him to find the Doctor. "Doc...I...gotta fever..." he spoke, shrugging his neck low and looking up with somber eyes.
Coventry arches an eyebrow, "A fever?"
He nodded rather pathetically. "Um, yeah...see...my momma, when I used to feel sick, she...well, she was a real special lady...and," he shuffled anxiously, toeing the ground with his toes since he had seemingly forgotten his boots.
He looks at the ratfolk for a moment, then he nods seriously, "Well... In most cases of fever I recommend bleeding out bad humors, rest, and eating lots of garlic."
"Well...this is a special fever, see...I've been getting them since I was a child, just sort of out of the blue...and my mom, well...you remember her. I was just talking about her. Well, she used to give me a little piece of cheese to break the sweats, you know. Helps me not feel...dizzy...proba...er...I feel...faint..."
Coventry looks at the ratfolk for a long moment, then sighs heavily, "I'm afraid I cannot help you then..." He shakes his head sadly, "All I have is a large hunk of cheese. Do you think large pieces would be as helpful in getting rid of this fever?"
His left hand took hold of the index finger of his right hand and began tugging gently as if he were adjusting a ring that were not there. Involuntarily his whiskers twitched again. "Yes, yes! They would alot, really!! Even just a lil' bit would be..." and he paused again, shrugging his shoulders more. "Well, I mean...I'm really...tired...but...maybe just...a little."
"Fighting tires me. Talking tires me. I'm tired." - Kiwi
"Oh..." The Doctor replies seriously, "Then since this is for medical reasons, I shall have to forgo an egg and cheese omelet. Eat for better health..."
"I...can have this...?" His tail twitched like mad.
The Doctor chuckles darkly, "At the cost of your soul..." He then shrugs, "Yes, of course, its for your health after all." He then whispers loudly, "You just have to help me get Puss over her eating disorder after you're done breakfast."
His eyes widen at the mention of his soul. He laughs a bit anxiously, taking the offer seriously for a moment with consideration. Practically before the good doctor finished speaking the rat had already swiped and began gnawing at the omelet. "Kweea has a eading pwoblem?" he asked during devour...altion.
The Doctor nods sadly, slapping some bacon onto the pan and going back to cooking, "Have you ever seen her eat?"
Kria groaned, and swiftly spun around. "Right. That's it." She looked down at the food she had ignored, and began to eat it.
Coventry arches an eyebrow skeptically, his voice flat, "It doesn't count if you throw it back up."
He shook his head, wiping his mouth as he finished. "Never noticed," he replied. "Thanks Doc...I feel better. Say, can I cut the crap next time and just ask next time?"
Coventry nods to the ratfolk, "It's more fun this way but whatever is best for your health."
Kria groans and slaps her hand to her forehead, mumbling something about that accursed doctor.
"Hmm. Well, I do like fun but I can't say I'm much of an actor..." he replied lazily, content.
Ombligo floats away from Kria, rolling open the scrolls again, though keeping alert in case any topics or words of interest come up.
Without looking up from his bacon, the Doctor speaks in a curious voice, "Ombligo, what DO magical creatures eat?"
Farain, rubbing his eyes, made his way over to the small group of people that had gathered. "Hello, everyone..." he said while stiffling a yawn.
"Good morning." Coventry responds cheerfully.
Lang waves, looking strangely healthier than before.
The centaur stretched a little and then sighed. "Did everyone have a good nights rest? Or at least try to."
"Slept like a rock in the desert."
For a brief instant a shadow crosses Coventry's face, then he nods with a smile, "Indeed... Beautiful evening, even that alleycat shrieking was oddly pleasant somehow."
Ombligo blinks, finally replying, "Hmm? Oh, just about anything a human would."
"Don't make me castrate you DC."
Coventry shakes his head at Ombligo, "Then eat." He glances at Farain, ignoring Kria,"What about Centaurs? Vegans?"
"I eat what I can, really. Though, I do tend to lean more towards the fruits and vegetables..." He said with a small nod.
Coventry sighs heavily, "I'm afraid nothing here is quite what you prefer..."
He nodded before looking back to Coventry. "I'm fine with eggs. I don't think I have a right to be overly picky about what's available, anyway."
"Good, good... Help yourself."
Farain leans towards Kria, "Found any more bangles for your collection since you've been here?"
Kria smirked. "Ain't had much time to look..."
Ombligo, setting the scrolls down, floats over to the cheese, sniffing it a few times before taking a fair portion of it. His tentacles reel the cheese in to his 'body' as a few crumbs fall beneath him, mumbling as he eats. His eyes light up at the taste, "Hey, this is pretty good!"
Langston eyes the cheese crumbs eagerly as they fall to the ground, briefly overcome by pure instinct.
He found himself a plate and helped himself to some breakfast, moving over to a nice place to sit as he did so, taking a few bites of his breakfast. "Who provided the food?"
"Oh I did." Coventry replies, "I stole the food from some villagers."
Ombligo coughs up what little remained of the cheese.* Ombligo: "You...did what?!"
Farain stopped with a fork halfway to his mouth, looking at the doctor. "That's horrible... Even if you are lying."
Kria frowned, tilting her head to one side and shrugged. "Meh."
The Doctors sighs sadly, "Alright... So it was more like they stole from me..." He whines, "Charged me double the normal price, making up some excuse about a siege or something. What rot."
He blinked a few times at Ombligo, astounded. "You coughed up the cheese," he said flatly.
*Farain proceeded to put the piece of egg into his mouth before it got cold, chewing it up so he could speak again. "It's understandable. They need to have some form of money. Besides, we've got plenty."
"I'm on it..." Ombligo casts a spell, a mop with soap and water cleaning up the ground. (Prestidigitation FTW)
With a grim look on his face, the ratfolk replied "That...wasn't what I meant..."
"Plenty?" Coventry shakes his head, looking offended, "Not with the way Dicem's been buying women... Like that poor archeologist's daughter."
Farain coughed a little, taking another piece of the egg. "What Dam does is his business..."
"That's surprisingly generous of you..." Coventry replies calmly, "Since it happened in your home town and he was using party funds." He nods, "We can all learn a thing or two from your kindness."
He just grinned a bit to himself. "But you see, I didn't give my money to Dam until after we left Ribble. So, my money wasn't tainted then."
"True...just your reputation. Bacon's done." The Doctor interjects, turning around and placing bacon on the plates, "Let the fat drain off of it a bit before trying to eat it." He chuckles.
He shrugged a bit. "Maybe one day one of his hussies will rob him blind."
"I think I'd rather have some more cheese. Think we're leavin' soon?"
"Hope so... Foods too expensive in this town." Coventry chuckles, "You know as part of the party fund, Dicem should really be providing you with breakfast."
Ombligo responds brightly, "I'm okay with eating whatever Sorel finds...He's always good at foraging."
"Speaking of the old wheezer, he hasn't seemed his happy annoying go lucky self lately." Coventry replies, "Seems rather depressed."
"No! He should marry Kayla. And live happily ever after." Kria grinned to herself and nodded at this.
"And where'd that idea come from? I thought Kayla was more smitten with our new friend that was tagging along with us", he said as he nibbled on his egg some more.
"But Ignatius is only 13..."
"Kayla can't be much older than that." Coventry replies, though a hint of surprise is written on his face.
Farain finished up his meal and smiled a bit. "That was actually pretty good."
Coventry shrugs, "I try..." He glances up at the sky, "Though, with the day dawning we're one step closer to parting ways."
"Well, Imma help Iggy sort out his stuff. Warlocks of a feather stick together."
His eyes narrowing, Coventry looks at Kria intently, "Don't you go throw up."
"Well, even if we're done here, did some of us agree to help Ignatius with his problems?", the centaur asked.
"Yeah... I think so." Coventry nods, then chuckles wryly, "The thing is that I've worked as a healer in the empire. Don't want to help killing former clients if I can avoid it. So...you'd count me out."
An irate voice can be heard from down the street, "Damnit! I can't believe some two-bit thief stole my cooking gear!"
"Maybe one of the tower boys borrowed it...or something..." Another voice responds, "Who would steal it with nothing to cook?"
"Well... " The Doctor chuckles, glancing at the others, "I'm glad you folks enjoyed breakfast... You can just let any old soldiers that come by have what's left." He gestures at the nearly full basket of eggs and the bacon.
Two soldiers come into view walking down the street. One is clearly irate, glancing around fiercely. The other is nervous and somewhat uptight.
Coventry chuckles nervously, setting down the frying pan, "It's been real and its been fun, but it ain't been real fun..." He dons his overcoat.
The angry soldier comes to a stop suddenly, his eyes locked on Coventry and the cooking gear. His face grows red with fury.
The Doctor whispers a word of power and a mighty gust of wind propels him upward into a backflip over the roof of the building and from sight.
"Wow."
Ombligo just stares, "..."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Sep 08, 2006 4:27 am
Much later in the day, when the group has set out for Granseal... The road to Granseal is long, but easily travelled. Despite the lack of real use, the area is flat, with no real obstacles to impede progress. Currently it's a sunny day outside, a nice breeze brushing your face... Long grass flanks the trail, blowing in a beautiful manner with the wind.
((Make Spot checks. Gilliam failed his.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Sep 08, 2006 4:35 am
Coventry hums cheerfully as they march on, looking over the scenery with a content and serene smile. [Not a passed spot check.]

Posted by: Tarethen Fri Sep 08, 2006 4:39 am
Walking quietly somewhat behind the group, Farain looked around a bit, peering into the grass. ((Spot: 1d20: 18 + 7 = 25. TheUnknownMarine: Trolls! TheUnknownMarine: Miserable stinking no good trolls...))
"Um... Guys. I think there's something out there..." He said to the others.

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Sep 08, 2006 4:42 am
[Spot: 20...+ 2 + 10 = 32] Astrid comes to a halt and keenly takes in the party's surroundings. She takes a step closer to Sorel, speaking in a calm level voice, "Trolls." She then quietly begins pointing out each of their locations in the tall grass.

Posted by: Aldur Fri Sep 08, 2006 1:19 pm
Kria sighs, withdrawing her sword, and summoning her wings, taking to the air. "Like...can't we ever get any peace around here?" ((50ft straight up.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Fri Sep 08, 2006 1:51 pm
((Spot: 19 + 5 = 24 Probably good enough? Will edit if not.)) Wondering what the jazz is all about, Langston pauses and scans the horizon before him. It takes only seconds to see what they're fussing about as Kria lifts to the sky. Passively he withdraws Broderbund from the sash tied around his waist.
"Don't suppose we can placate 'em with some of the Doc's cooking."

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Sep 08, 2006 4:22 pm
Coventry stops humming adruptly, turning to the ratfolk as he makes his comment, "By Mitula's three breasts..." He stares at Langston in awe, "You've given me an amazing idea. We can feed Galam with troll meat. It's a neverending food supply..."
((OotS gets the credit for this one. :/ ))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Sep 08, 2006 11:16 pm
Arbeiten chuckles at the doctor's jest. "I think most would rather die." he adds. "Perhaps we can leave the path, and avoid confrontation? These are not demons, and are likely suffering for the same reasons as Galem."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Sep 09, 2006 2:56 am
((I added the short Kayla/Dicem scene at the end of my last post. Didn't think I should quote it, with the images and all)) [Spot: 10 ] Kayla walks along in silence, the breeze making it difficult for her to keep her hood pulled over her face. As such, she is seen with her hands grasping each side of the hood to keep it on. She is not aware that something is amiss until Astrid points out trolls in the tall grass. Kayla draws her blades and scoffs.
"Bloody hell. We can't have any peace, can we?"

Posted by: Cyrus Sat Sep 09, 2006 3:39 am
"I hope you're right," Gail says, pointedly ignores the Doctor's joke as she figures there were more important things to think about than cooking trolls to feed the needy. Then again, they could not simply assume they were not the enemy...not all of their foes were devils, she reminded herself as the Scrags came to mind. A gauntleted hand settles on her blade as she draws it coolly, blue eyes scanning the trees closely for any sudden movement in the places Astrid indicated.
[Prepared action: move to engage, Full Defense.
Spot check: 1d20(2)+5=7.
Yeah. Phail.]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Sep 09, 2006 4:35 am
"That works for me too, actually," Dicem said. "I'd rather not fight if I don't have to. All the same, have your weapons at the ready; if they see us, we're going to have to fight." ((Both of Ombligo's wands were given to Kria. A wand of Haste was purchased and given to Kria.
Money was distributed (I'll calculate how much later)
Kria and Gorrik each received the weapons they wanted.
I need to see if we'd have been able to find more explosive bolts after the last battle to convert to arrows; if so, I'll then let you know how many were converted.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Sep 09, 2006 8:17 am
"Well, woit I don' get is how you saw us an' then dinnit do nuthin'!" a vaguely familiar voice says, laughing as he rises and casts a spell. As the grasses underneath twist and grow over your feet, you recognize the voice at last, even as the trolls rise and charge, lead by a large troller with a necklace of feathers...
((Entangle cast. Grasses, weeds, bushes, and even trees wrap, twist, and entwine about creatures in the area or those that enter the area, holding them fast and causing them to become entangled. The creature can break free and move half its normal speed by using a full-round action to make a DC 20 Strength check or a DC 20 Escape Artist check. A creature that succeeds on a Reflex save is not entangled but can still move at only half speed through the area. Each round on your turn, the plants once again attempt to entangle all creatures that have avoided or escaped entanglement. Everyone but Langston and Gorrik are affected. Green area marks vaguely the spell boundaries.))
"'Ere we go! 'Ere we go! 'Ere we go!" the trolls chant as the battle on the river returns to your memory.
Kria agilely ducks under the swing of one of the charging trolls even as another's claws clang harmlessly off Gilliam's hardened metal plating. A single claw penetrates Gorrik's armor to scratch him.
((Miss, Miss, Hit. 12 damage to Gorrik.))
Dam and Kayla find their perceptions clouded with unexpected pain as two of the trolls claw their shoulders, a third doing the same to Langston. A final troll swipes at Graigus, but the nimble monk steps aside.
((Hit, Hit, Hit, Miss. 12 damage to Dam, 13 damage to Kayla.))
In the back, two of the trolls throw axes at Ombligo and Tanis, but the weapons thud dully into the mass of plants.

Posted by: Aldur Sat Sep 09, 2006 11:26 am
((Kria is 50ft in the air. So yeah. No entangle on her.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Sep 09, 2006 2:04 pm
Astrid chuckles with dark amusement, "Smashing..." Her eyes narrow, "You managed a delightful ambush but then wasted your advantage because of your lack of skill." She smiles and speaks words of arcane power, moving to draw symbols in the air...only the plants wrapped around her keep her from moving. The eyes of the wizardess narrow with respect and hatred, "Clever..."
[Haste Lost : No Haste ]
Coventry sighs heavily, whining to the Troll, "...but we didn't know if you were really bad or not." He shakes his head, "Trolls are such misunderstood creatures...just because they eat other sentient races. Just trying not to be prejudice...even though your kind did eat our ally. Wait...not just your kind but you in particular. Anyway, you're reinforcing streotypes." He speaks words of magical power and weaves magic in the air defensively.
[Reflex Save: 15 + 9 = 24]
[Defensive Casting Auto-passed]
[Elation: 8 Rounds]

Posted by: Knight_019 Sat Sep 09, 2006 3:00 pm
((Mahler Reflex Save: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 = 20 +... pass)) : Yeah, well "'ere ya go" again! *Mahler swiftly kicks away the uprising vegetation, then stomps foward on his right foot to deliver 3 powerful blows into the face and gut of the troll standing before him.*
((Full Attack, Power Attack 5
1d20 + 13 + 1 + 1 - 5 = 12 + 10 = 22.
1d20 + 10 = 11 + 10 = 21.
1d20 + 10 = 6 + 10 = 16.
Damage
2d8 + 8 + 1 + 5 = 7 + 6 + 14 = 27.
2d8 + 14 = 5 + 8 + 14 = 27.
2d8 + 14 = 1 + 4 + 14 = 19.
Total: 73))

Posted by: Alpha Sat Sep 09, 2006 6:40 pm
((I'll be around and back in this and all other Chaos Wars stuff on monday morning, my time. Just letting you know))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Sep 09, 2006 9:13 pm

QUOTE (Kaihaku @ Sat Sep 09, 2006 8:04 am)
[b]Astrid chuckles with dark amusement, "Smashing..." Her eyes narrow, "You managed a delightful ambush but then wasted your advantage because of your lack of skill." She smiles and speaks words of arcane power, drawing symbols in the air with precision. The warriors in the group can feel time's grasp on them weakening, they can move faster than their foes.
[Haste : 8 Rounds]

((...or not.))
She smiles and speaks words of arcane power, moving to draw symbols in the air...only the plants wrapped around her keep her from moving. The eyes of the wizardess narrow with respect and hatred, "Clever..."
[Haste is lost]

Posted by: Aldur Sat Sep 09, 2006 9:34 pm
Kria smirks and shakes her head at the entangled group and spins around in the air, firing off an eldritch blast at the Troll Mahler had decided to hit. ((2+6+5 = 13 ranged touch. I dunno if that hits... Damage: 12))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat Sep 09, 2006 9:37 pm
Sorel scowls, and raises his staff into the air. The acrid smell of sulfur invades his nostrils as a bolt of searing white flame lances from the sky into the distant trio of terrible trolls. Flame Strike Cast. 33 damage, half fire, half divine. REF DC 20 for half

Posted by: Nightmare Sun Sep 10, 2006 2:25 am
: "Bah! No good stinkin' trolls! Ye'll not be gettin' away with what ye did te poor Nale this time!' With that, Gorrik attempts to use his new weapon to it's full extent. ((Atack the one that's NW of Gorrik. Yeah, the one that only he can hit.
Attack
Axe1: D20 + 7(BAB) + 4(STR) + 2(Axe) + 3(Smite) + 1(Elation) = 9 + 17 = 26
Axe2: D20 + 2(BAB) + 4(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Elation = 20 + 9 = Threat!
Confirm: D20 + 2(BAB) + 4(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Elation) = 13 + 9 = 22
Damage
Axe1: D10 + D6(Electricity) + 4(STR) + 2(Axe) + 5(smite) + 1(Elation) = 2 + 5(Electricity) + 12 = 19
Axe2: (10( D10) + 4(STR) + 2(Axe) +1 (Elation)) * 3(Crit) + D6(Electricity) = 51 + 2(Electricity) = 53
19 if it doesn't crit. And 17 if the shock thingy doesn't stay till the end of my action. From what I understand, I just have to declare that I'm using it, and it gets added to my damage as often as I want, without consequence. If someone could clarify that, it'd be appreciated.))

Posted by: Cyrus Sun Sep 10, 2006 7:02 am
Gail's feet leave the ground before the conjured vines can entangle them, spindly green ropes falling from her as she fills the empty space under Kria. Holding her shield close, she calls upon divine strength to guide her blow into the eater of the dead.
[Move 15' west, attack bottom-left Troll. Divine Might activated.
Reflex save: 1d20(20)+2(Base)+1(DEX)+6(Divine Grace)=29.
Attack 1: 1d20(9)+6(BAB)+3(STR)+1(weapon)=19.
Damage: 1d10(7)+3(STR)+1(weapon)-1(silver)+6(Divine Might)=16.]

Posted by: Rusty Sun Sep 10, 2006 10:08 pm
*Ombligo, unaffected by the entangle spell as he is levitating as high as he can in the air, shoots the closest Troll with a powerful Lightning Bolt.* : "Take that!" ((Damage: 6 6 3 4 6 4 1 6 = 36. REF save DC 20 for half damage.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sun Sep 10, 2006 10:09 pm
"Yeah, we probably shoulda done something," he replied. "Of course, now that we know this is more than just a big group hug I guess we don't have much choice, do we?" Fortunate to have luck on his side in the opening moments of the battle, Langston twirled about on his toes before seeing a small opening between the two nearest of his foes. With a jerk of his body to the right, the rat threw his left shoulder outward and let himself fall, using the momentum to roll between both attackers before returning to his feet effortlessly.
((Tumble: 9(d20) + 10(rank) + 7(Dex+Elation) + 2 (Synergy/Jump) = 28
Kip-up if necessary (can stand from prone without provoking AoO). Movement = 3 squares to the right, one south. Attacking troll immediately to the left. ))
He lunged forward at the troll he slipped behind, an attempt at pinpointing a strike on the foe before him.
(( 12(d20) + 4(BAB) + 6(Dex) + 1(Elation/Dex) +1(Wpn) +2(Flanking) -4 (Defensive) = 22
Rapier: 5 + 1(Wpn) + 1(Elation/Str) = 7
SA/Sacred Strike: 13
Damage Total: 20
Agile Fighting bonus is +2 instead of +1 when defensive fighting or total defense and Tumble Synergy adds another +1 to normal Defensive Fighting bonus.
Langston's Effective AC: 16 + 3(Defensive Fighting) + 1(Elation/Dex) + 5(MithrilChain) + 1(Ring of Prot) + 2(Agile Fighting) = 28

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Sep 11, 2006 12:23 am
[Reflex save: 17 + 12 = 29. Passed] Kayla sees and opening near the south-eastern troll, and seizes her opportunity. As she nears the troll, she tumbles past it in order to avoid getting smashed as she moves by. [Tumble: 14 + 15 = 29. Passed] The rogue grins and slashes at the troll, the blade making contact with it's flesh. The blow does very little damage, which causes Kayla to hiss in anger.
[Attack: 9 + 3 (BAB) + 6 (DEX) + 1 (Weapon) = 19. Hit
Damage: 6 + 1 (STR) + 1 (Weapon) - 1 (Silver) = 7 ]

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Sep 11, 2006 3:21 am
Arbeiten murmurs, "Mitula watch over us." To the trolls he shouts, "Don't attack us. We've weapons and armor, spells and exprience, and many of you will die in the fight. There is easier food to be found." Cast dispel magic, focused on the entangle spell.
TUM, will you make appropriate rolls? If the dispel magic succeeds, Arbeiten will take a 5-foot step backwards.
Also, isn't the radius for an entangle spell 40 feet? That would hit the flanking trolls.

Posted by: Alpha Mon Sep 11, 2006 2:53 pm
[Reflex save: 1d20 + 5 + 1 = 17...fail] Deciding to use up one of his more powerful spells early on, Tanis aimed carefully and launched a ball of fire at the trolls, attempting to hit the group of three and as many engaded in melee with his inferno without damaging any of his friends.
[Cast Blaze 2 targetted at a square 2 spaces below the closest of the troll that make up the group of 3. Targetted there, it should hit all three from that group and 2 trolls engaged in melee.
Concentration check: 1d20 + 12 = 18...pass
Damage: 6d6 + 4(edge) = 24 + 4 = 28
Reflex save DC19 for half damage]
((Just in case it's necessary, I rolled a ranged attack roll, as people are in the way. I got a 19, so in total that'd be a 26. I think that's a 22 with the entangle penalties.))

Posted by: Tarethen Tue Sep 12, 2006 2:15 am
((Using a Reflex save for the entangle: 1d20: 16 + 11(ref) = 27. I think that untangles me, but half speed. Stay where I am since going anywhere would mean I get knocked in the head.)) Farain gazed at the ugly trolls, getting ready to strike out at the fiends.
"Let's see how you like this!" He proclaimed as he removed an arrow from his quiver and shot it at the troll to his left.
((Troll to the left beside Gorrik/Kria sprite.
1d20: 8 + 5(bab) + 6(dex) + 1(elation) + 1(point blank shot) = 21.
Damage:
Dragonbreath arrow:
1d8 = 4 + 6(str) + 1(magic) + 1 (Fire damage) + 1(point blank shot) = 13.
REF save of DC 15 or target catches on fire for the arrow. ))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Sep 12, 2006 4:28 am
((= Graigus = Move into Kayla's former space Stunning Fist declared Hit1: Atk 27, dmg 12, fort save 16 or be stunned for a round Hit2: Atk 21, dmg 15
= Dicem =
Move into Graigus' old spot
Hit: Crit (nat 19, confirmed w/ 27 total), 19 dmg))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Sep 12, 2006 5:51 am
Mahler pounds into his foe with immense force. His first blow breaks the monster's nose, the second his jaw with a sickening crack. However, to Mahler's surprise the monster ducks under his final blow. Standing, the troll snaps his jaw and nose back into place with a crunching sound.
"Roight. I'll do you one for that, mate!" the trolls mutters as he lashes out at Mahler with his claws. The first strike scratches harmlessly off the stone hide of the golem, but the second rends a deep gouge in the material.
((Miss, Hit. 14 damage to Mahler.))
Kria then lashes out with her eldritch powers at the beast, but the monster is too intent on its current foe to take notice of her.
Sorel's spell strikes Jarlinth, the troll ranger dead on, as well as one of his guards. However, the second troll in the trio agilely dodges out of the way, avoiding the attack entirely.
((Save failed, failed, passed.))
Gorrik chops deeply into the troll with his first swing, then chops off the monster's arm with the second. The monster growls in pain as it swiftly grabs its detached limb and places it back on the stump, good as new... Except for the massive amounts of blood lost during that time.
"Oi... Oi'm feelin' a mite woozy..." the troll mutters, swaying in place before shaking his head and lashing out at the dwarf only to find his blows missing their mark.
: "Activating wide-area effect beam..." Gilliam mutters as his torso laser opens up and fires a broad beam of blue light across the battlefield. The troll Mahler was fighting ducks out of the way and avoids the beam, as does one of Jarlinth's bodyguards. The troll ranger however, suffers the full effects of the beam, and the troll that was fighting Gorrik is burned up by the attack.
((Saves passed, failed, passed, failed. 22 damage to 2 trolls.))
The troll Ombligo targeted with his spell leaps nimbly out of the way, taking no damage from the spell.
Arbeiten's magic dispels the entangling vines even as the leader chortles with laughter.
"Wot? Well yeahs, there's food an' all... But we also gotta get paid! Otherwoise, how's I'm s'posed to pay for m'boy's booze? Asides, nothing wrong with a good foight!" Jarlinth says, laughing.
As he says this, another troll falls and another is damaged as Tanis calls down magical fire on the nearest trio of trolls. The third trolls sidesteps out of the spell's area.
((Save passed, failed, failed.))
Farain shoots his arrow and the trolls hastily puts out the fire.
"Hey, hey, that's no fair, usin' them flamin' thingamajiggers, how's we's supposed to regenerate!" the trolls mutters in outrage.
The rogue, woman warrior, and monk hack at the trolls, dealing a fair amount of damage... Then the leader's bodyguard charges the line.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!" the two shout as their long reach finds Tanis and Mahler. Amazingly, the mage avoids this charge, ducking underneath the blow. The golem however, takes another heavy hit to the chest.
((Hit, Miss. 26 damage to Mahler before DR.))
Another troll claws at Tanis, only managing a single hit that gouges out a moderate wound.
((Hit, Miss. 18 damage to Tanis.))
"Oi, this one is the leader, ain't he? I'm sure I remember it!" one of the trolls calls out as he lashes out with a flurry of surprisingly effective blows... Graigus finds them oddly familiar even as the monster rends into Dam. The rogue collapses after one swift strike from the troll to a vital area on the chest. The troll grins and turns to attack Graigus even while he speaks.
"Loike that, stunty? Developed that move meself, I did!" the troll chortles as he claws deeply into the drunken master.
((Critical Hit! 52 damage to Dam! Dam is unconscious at -6! Hit! 19 damage to Graigus.))
A pair of claws swoosh over Kayla's head as she nimbly dodges two blows coming at her.
((Miss, Miss.))
At the same time, Gorrik easily bats aside the clumsy blows of the north-western troll, the monster opening himself up for a counter attack.
((Miss, Critical Miss! Gorrik may counterattack!))
Finally Jarlinth himself charges into the fray, slicing at Kayla with a single oversized claw surrounded by fell power.
"Oi there, fancy a dancin' partner before the meal?" Jarlinth says with glee as he slashes a wound into Kayla's belly.
((Hit. 24 damage to Kayla.))
Next turn!

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Sep 12, 2006 5:59 am
Sorel twirls his staff once more, and lightning cracks between the mysteriously trained trolls, two of them able to dodge nimbly. ((Arc of Lightning cast on the first 5 trolls up top there. 29 damage, REF DC 20 for half. Two passed saves which with evasion means two negated damage))

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Sep 12, 2006 2:37 pm
*Mahler is quite nearly knocked backward by the brunt of the blows against his hard, earthen body. Staggering about slightly, Mahler regains his footing, then puts his fists together. Using his left fist as a pivot point, Mahler drives hard into the troll with an elbow, then releases the fist and lashes out with a backhand.*
((2 slams, PA 5
1d20 + 9 = 15 + 9 = 24.
1d20 + 9 = 16 + 9 = 25.
Damage
2d8 + 14 = 7 + 8 + 14 = 29
2d8 + 14 = 1 + 1 + 14 = 16.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Sep 12, 2006 3:16 pm
((In case it was a factor, Dam's AC is 22 and Graigus' AC is 26. Also, if I'm correct the good Doctor's close wounds ability may negate enough of that damage to prevent me from actually going down.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Sep 12, 2006 3:40 pm
((Sorry Arc, I missed your post... I'm keeping this action instead of changing it to yours because otherwise I believe it prevents both kayla and dicem from dying.)) Astrid breathes a sigh of relief as the meddlesome plants release her, then her eyes narrow as she glares at the Trolls, taking a step back and speaking words of magical power. The sky darkens and lightning arcs from the sky down onto the five Trolls attempting to flank the group.
[Bolt - 25 Damage - No Save - Five Trolls on the right]
The Doctor sighs heavily and, cautiously casts a spell before reaching down and healing the wounds of his fearsome leader, "This is hardly the time to take a nap, governor." A protective aura surrounds Dicem, as the Doctor slips back, "Do try and keep your guard up."
[Cure Critical Wounds : +25 HP Dicem]
[Healing Kicker Sanctuary : 22 Will Save to Attack : Good for the AoO for standing.]
He then snaps his fingers and points at Kayla, a wave of healing rushing over her, "Watch out there girl!"
[Close Wounds: +9 HP Kayla]
[Healing Kicker Sanctuary : 22 Will Save to Attack : Good for the AoO for drinking a potion.]

Posted by: Cyrus Tue Sep 12, 2006 4:35 pm
Gail presses the attack against her opponent, carving a deep wound on the troll's shoulder before thrusting a quick stab into its gut. Her eyes flit to the fray around her, analysing the damage before returning to combat. They needed to finish this quickly...
[Attack previous troll. Divine Might activated.
Attack 1: 1d20(15)+6(BAB)+3(STR)+1(weapon)=25.
Damage: 1d10(8)+3(STR)+6(Might)=17.
Attack 2: 1d20(17)+1(BAB)+3(STR)+1(weapon)=22.
Damage: 1d10(3)+3(STR)+6(Might)=12.
Total damage: 17+12=29.]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Sep 12, 2006 4:47 pm
"Dicem." Kayla barely gets the word out before Jarlinth slices into her stomach with his claw. The rogue gasps in pain, but she looks up at the troll, her eyes glowing red for a moment. She voice is laced with venom as she speaks. "Go to hell."
Kayla growls, the Infernal blood in her veins screaming "Put him in his place!", "Fight to the death!", and other such things. However, her common sense also tells her that she should back off for now, and heal herself before taking Jarlinth on. Kayla's common sense wins for the time being, and she takes a step back. She pulls forth a small bottle with liquid inside. She pulls out the cork and downs the contents, her wounds healing to a degree. Kayla glances at Coventry, and nods.
"Thanks."
[Kayla takes a 5 ft. step back, and then drinks a Potion of CMW. Kayla gets 18 HP back She's at 36/47 now]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Sep 12, 2006 5:32 pm
"But Doctor, I just wanted to take a nap," the rogue muttered. withdrawing a small flask. "But if I can't have that, then I might as well take a pick me up, no?" ((Stand, drink CMW potion CMW: 2d8 +3 = 17 hp healed. Dicem is at 36/49 right now.))

Posted by: Alpha Tue Sep 12, 2006 5:58 pm
Wishing that there was someway he could get around to the side and fire off a blast that would hit nearly all the trolls, Tanis took a step to the right, placing him under Ombligo, to reduce the amount of trolls within range of him. He then begins to cast again. Not a fire spell this time, but a missile of acid. Aiming carefully at Jarlinth, the acid arrow shoots straight into him, even though Tanis' allies were precariously close.
: "You may remember the sting of this," he mutters, once the spell is complete.
[Cast Acid Arrow at Jarlinth
Ranged touch: 1d20 + 3(bab) + 3(dex) + 1(elation) = 27
Confirm critical: 1d20 + 7 = 9...normal hit
Damage: 2d4 + 4 = 3 + 3 + 4 = 10
Acid remaining for 2 more rounds]
((At 19HP though. Unless somebody else urgently needs it, which I don't think is the case, could he get a bit of healing from Arby?))

Posted by: Nightmare Wed Sep 13, 2006 12:41 am
Gorrik takes advantage of the opening, and keeps on swingin'. ((Counter on the one that missed, and the other two on the same troll that he attacked before. Attack Counter: D20 + 7(BAB) + 4(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Elation) - 3(PA) = 18 + 11 = 29 Axe1: D20 + 7(BAB) + 4(STR) + 2(Axe) + 3(Smite) + 1(Elation) = 8 + 11 = 19
Axe2: D20 + 2(BAB) + 4(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Elation) - 3(PA) = 8 + 6 = 14
Damage
Counter: D10 + D6(Electricity) + 4(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Elation) = 9 + 3(Electricity) + 7 = 19
Axe1: D10 + D6(Electricity) + 4(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Elation) = 4 + 6(Electricity) + 7 = 17
Axe2: D10 + D6(Electricity) + 4(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Elation) = 8 + 3(Electricity) + 7 = 18))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Wed Sep 13, 2006 2:41 am
He pressed forward once more, shoving Broderbund straight forward at the troll as he kept a wary eye on Kayla and Dicem. "Hang in there!" Langston exclaimed to no one in particular. "This is still the sideshow, you know!" ((10(d20) + 4(BAB) + 6(Dex) + 1(Elation/Dex) +1(Wpn) +2(Flanking) -4 (Defensive) = 20
Rapier: 4 + 1(Wpn) + 1(Elation/Str) = 6
SA/SS: 17
Total: 23
Dodge to the troll I attacked unless it falls, then dodge to the troll directly to the north of Kayla. ))

Posted by: Aldur Wed Sep 13, 2006 2:26 pm
Kria giggles and tries out one of her brand new wands. She aims carefully, attempting to attack the one that Gorrik was attacking. She frowned and settled on acid, giggling a little as she waved it, the globe hurtling towards the Troll. She then giggled. Two wands in either hand, a wand strapped to her back and two bastard swords in their sheaths. She looked like some kinda odd heroine.
((UMD: Take 10+6(ranks)+5(Cha) = 21. Auto pass because she's cool.
Ranged Touch: 9+4+5 = 18. Hit.
Damage: 6+1+6 = 13))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Sep 13, 2006 11:33 pm
Sorel's bolt cracles across the front line as Mahler smacks his troll around. A troll swipes at Astrid, but misses as she casts her spell. Lightning bolts rip through the troll group on the right. Gail adds another slowly closing slash to the injuries on the troll.
Tanis' acid arrow strikes Jarlinth, and he stiffens.
"Er... Sorry mates, I'll give this another go, and then o've got to be off."
Langston's rapier pierces through the heart of his troll target and the monster slumps down.
Gorrik chops deeply into his foe, nearly felling the beast.
Kria's acid strikes the troll, causing him to groan in pain, but little else.
Jarlinth half heartedly bites at Langston, dealing a small wound before backing off.
((Miss, Miss, Hit. 4 damage to Langton.))
Ombligo's lightning strikes the troll in front of Mahler, leaving it in a sorry state.
Despite his agile reflexes, Graigus is struck by one of the myriad of blows rained down upon him by his trollish foe. A large gash is ripped in his side.
((Miss, Hit, Miss. 24 damage to Graigus.))
Gilliam raises his gun at the troll in front of him. The beast takes this opportunity to lash out at the cyborg, but the strike barely leaves a dent in the heavy armor. Gilliam glares at the troll and fires his chaingun, a hail of bullets tearing into the monster. The monster collapses to the ground.
((AoO: Hit. Minimum damage. Gilliam: Burst hit! 15 damage to the troll. Troll is unconscious.))
Ignatius gestures and the troll in front of Graigus is knocked under by a blast of purplish energy.
Gorrik's foe slashes at him again and again, but his claws meet only the metal of shield and armor.
Two claws latch onto Mahler, ripping off hunks of his stone body, the worst damage the hardy golem has withstood since his creation...
((Hit, Hit, Miss. Rended! 40 damage after DR.))
Finally, another troll lashes out at Gail, taking off a bit of her side.
((Miss, Hit, Miss. 22 damage to Gail.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Sep 14, 2006 4:26 am
(Taking my move from last round, too.) Last round: The half giant, having moved out of the reach of the nearest trolls, moved his way to the side of the wounded golem. Reaching out, he touched the golem with a murmured word, knowing that his spells would be less effective, but better than nothing.
This round
As the paladin was lashed by the troll's claws, Arbeiten quickly started working his way through the press of his allies. Again, he spoke but a single word, hoping not to distract the woman from her work.
4-th level cure spell on Mahler. 4d8 + 8 / 2 healed.
3rd level cure on Gail. 3d8 + 8 healed.

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Sep 14, 2006 4:46 am
[Concentration: 16 + 3 = 19] Astrid frowns contemptuously as the foul creature lashes out at her, then precisely, but carefully, outlines symbols in the air, "Keep up the good fight! We've almost driven away this laughable lot!" She points forward at the lone Troll standing before her and a ray of crackling black energy lances forward.
[http://www.systemreferencedocuments.org/35/sovelior_sage/spellsDtoE.html#enervation]
[Ranged Touch Attack: 3 +...8 = 11]
[Negative Levels... 1]

Posted by: Cyrus Thu Sep 14, 2006 7:50 am
[CSW: 3d8(11)+8=19 HP healed. Listen check: 1d20(8)+5=13.] Gail gasps as her flesh is torn, but no sooner does she react than the lancing pain is replaced by a soothing numbness. The paladin turns her head quickly to find Arbeiten, a light smile appearing before she catches the words of Jagged Jarlinth. Indignation cuts across her face as she whips her head around, addressing the group. "Don't let their leader escape! We need to finish this!" With that, the holy warrior turns back to the troll, adding two much weaker slashes to the creature's hide.
[Full Attack on previous Troll. Divine Might activated.
Attack 1: 1d20(17)+6(BAB)+3(STR)+1(weapon)=27.
Damage: 1d10(3)+3(STR)+6(Might)=12.
Attack 2: 1d20(17)+1(BAB)+3(STR)+1(weapon)=22.
Damage: 1d10(1)+3(STR)+6(Might)=10.
12+10=22 damage total.]

Posted by: Alpha Thu Sep 14, 2006 9:29 am
[Acid Arrow damage: 2d4 + 4 = 7 1 turn remaining] Tanis notes that the main troll is once again trying to escape. Not about to allow it, Tanis gathers his magical energy and fires off a powerful spell to drop the creature. He sends another missile of pure sonic energy, which veers into Jarlinth. The spell proves to not be as powerful as previous uses though.
[Cast Empowered Sound Lance
Damage: 6d8*1.5 + 4 = (6 4 2 1 2 7)*1.5 + 4 = 33 + 4 = 37
Total damage to Jarlinth from Tanis this turn: 44]

Posted by: Nightmare Thu Sep 14, 2006 10:59 am
Gorrik continues hacking into the same troll as before, in hopes that this battle can be over soon, and that Jarlinth will finally pay for what he had done to Nale. ((Attack Axe1: D20 + 7(BAB) + 4(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Elation) - 3(PA) = 17 + 11 = 28
Axe2: D20 + 2(BAB) + 4(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Elation) - 3(PA) = 2 + 6 = 8
Damage
Axe1: D10 + D6(Electricity) + 4(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Elation) + 3(PA) = 6 + 1(Electricity) + 10 = 17
Axe2: D10 + D6(Electricity) + 4(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Elation) + 3(PA) = 8 + 1(Electricity) + 10 = 19))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Sep 14, 2006 2:54 pm
[Tumble: 11 + 17 = 28] The Doctor falls to the side, rolling between Astrid and Ignatius, and coming back to his feet beneath the floating Ombligo. He weaves magic in the air, speaking words of magical power, and reaches out touching Tanis lightly on the shoulder. A wave of healing surges through the battered catfolk warmage, "The forces of evil certainly enjoying buffeting you around." He glances over the group with a frown, his eyes focusing on Gail, "How terribly bloodthirsty..."
[Cure Critical Wounds: 3 + 4 + 4 + 2 + 9 = +22 Tanis]

Posted by: Rusty Thu Sep 14, 2006 10:00 pm
*Ombligo floats down to a bit above Graigus's head in height, floating to the right as he falls in height slightly, shooting the standing Troll near Graigus.* ((Move 5' to the right. Float down to about 6'? Shooting the Troll(s?) Northeast of Graigus.
Damage: 1 5 2 5 3 4 2 1 = 23. Ick
REF save DC 22))

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Sep 14, 2006 10:18 pm
*Mahler feels slow and sluggish, surprised by the onslaught being raised against him. With a lumbering, nearly staggering motion, Mahler unleashes a 'tired' blow. Even in his weakened state, the blow hits the troll like... well, a ton of bricks. The golem's powerful fist crashes into the side of the troll's head. Mahler lashes out with a second fist, feeling his momentum returning. Still slightly off balance, Mahler feels his fist guided by a higher power nonetheless.*
((Full Attack, 2 slams. PA 5.
1d20 + 9 = 20 +...
Confirm: 1d20 + 9 = 11 + 9 = 20.
1d20 + 9 = 9 + 9 + 1 (Servant of the Heavens) = 19.
Damage
(2d8 + 14)*2 = 4d8 + 28 = 3 + 3 + 2 + 8 + 28 = 44.
1d8 + 14 = 7 + 4 + 14 = 25.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Thu Sep 14, 2006 10:30 pm
"I guess I gotta take center stage, huh," Langston chimed, with an anxious smile on his face. Looking at his allies, most were occupied. Shrugging, the rat moved quickly to his right to circle beyond Jarlinth. As he approached he moved he threw his body to the ground in a roll before hopping up to attack the Troll with Broderbund.
"I know, I know, I'm pushing my luck..."
((Tumble: 5 + 18 = 23. Going around Jarlinth, not through him, to behind him if possible. If not, attack from the right side on the defensive.
Attack on the Defensive. Dodge to Jarlinth. AC's like...what...29 to him or something, I think. Rolled 3, so...yeah. No point in posting anything else here then. lol.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Sep 14, 2006 11:52 pm
"Where is he going?" Kayla decides that now is the time to strike. She moves into a flanking position with Langston, if possible, and strikes Jarlinith. [Tumble: 15 + 15 = 30. Passed. Attack: 12 + 3 (BAB) + 6 (DEX) + 1 (Weapon) + 2 (Flank)= 24.
Damage: 6 + 1 (STR) + 1 (Weapon) - 1 (Silver) + 17 (Sneak Attack) = 24.]

Posted by: Tarethen Fri Sep 15, 2006 12:06 am
With his last arrow hitting the mark, Farain decided he would try again a second time. Staying where he was, he lifted his bow, notched and arrow, and let it fly. (( Attack: 1d20: 16 + 5(bab) + 6(dex) + 1(elation) + 1(point blank shot) = 29. Damage:
2d6: 1 + 2 + 6(str) + 1(magic) + 1(point blank shot) = 11. ))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Sep 15, 2006 3:47 am
The dwarf continued to lay into his foes, letting his racial animosity fuel his strikes. ((Last round's attacks first, then this round's. All are on the Troll NE of Graigus. Attack1: 1d20 +4 (bab) +4 (str) +1 (racial) = 24 Damage: 2d6 +4 (str) = 10
Attack2: 1d20 +4 (bab) +4 (str) +1 (racial) +2 (flank) = 22
Damage: 2d6 +4 (str) = 14
Attack1: 1d20 +4 (bab) +4 (str) +1 (racial) +2 (flank) = 30
Damage: 2d6 +4 (str) = 12
Attack1: 1d20 +4 (bab) +4 (str) +1 (racial) +2 (flank) = 14))
"Oh no you don't," Dicem said, moving carefully across the battlefield to block the troll's path.
((Move to wherever gets in Jarlinth's way, so he can surround him and keep him in a particular spot.
Bluff [feint]: 1d20 + 10 (ranks) = 27))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri Sep 15, 2006 4:03 am
Sorel taps his staff on the ground three times, and the acrid smell of burning flesh begins to fill the air. ((3 fire elementals summoned on 3 downed trolls. 1d4+1d6 fire damage on each one every round))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Sep 15, 2006 4:22 am
Astrid barely misses one of the trolls with her spell even as Gail nearly fells her opponent. Tanis's spells strike the Troll Hunter, but Jarlinth doggedly presses on even as his steps grow weaker. Gorrik continues to attack, chopping out chunks of troll.
Ombligo's target dodges nimbly out of the way as Mahler beats his troll into a bloody pulp, crumpling the troll and breaking all its limbs.
Langston distracts Jarlinth even as Kayla leaps over and slides her blades into the troll leader, who grunts and looks at his wounds.
"Moiybe dis job weren't such a hot idea affer all..." he mutters before collapsing.
Graigus batters his troll unconscious
"Eliminating," Gilliam says coldly as he brings his chaingun around to target Gorrik's troll, ripping the troll's flesh from bone from the sheer kinetic force of the many bullets being fired at it. Finally, the last of the burst explodes the monster's skull, and all that's left is a barely recognizable pile of bones and gooey flesh.
((Critical Hit. 60 damage.))
The troll Gorrik had early chopped up rolls away, then springs up and races away, some of his wounds recovered. The rest of the trolls are still regenerating, in crumpled heaps across the field.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Sep 15, 2006 4:27 am
"Keep attacking," Dicem said. "Those with fire or acid, use that; even if you don't, though, if you keep striking they'll stay under long enough for others to put them down for good."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri Sep 15, 2006 4:30 am
Sorel taps his staff twice more, and the remaining two trolls, including Jarlinth, go up in flames, a scattering of unmarked pyres. ((2 more elementals summoned))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Sep 15, 2006 5:06 am
"Push all the troll remains into one pile," Gilliam commands as Ombligo downs the final fleeing troll with a spell. "Quickly, this has to be done fast. Or do you want to fight more trolls?" Gilliam asks as Sorel's fire elementals keep some of the trolls toasty.
Ombligo: "Why not throw them together and let Tanis fry them with a Fireball?"
Gail grabs one of the nearby trolls by the shoulder, dragging it along to a troll that was steadily burning.
As the wizardess speaks a word of power, four blasts of magical energy stream from her outstretched hand. Unerringly they seek out four of the unconscious Trolls who have not yet reawakened, "Keep them down until we can dose them with fire or acid!!!"
"That's why I'm telling you to PUSH THEM INTO ONE PILE!!!" Gilliam shouts as few react to the orders, most miling around. "I really shouldn't have to set my volume to maximum..."
Sorel looks at the flames licking up from the five nearest trolls and back to Gilliam questioningly.
Gilliam begins dragging troll after troll close to the elementals.
"We heard you," Dicem said, even as he and Graigus pulled them into the pile.
Astrid glares at Gilliam, her voice cold, "Do I look like I could move on of those...things?"
"I wasn't speaking to you directly, princess, wouldn't want to get your hands dirty," Gilliam responds in the same tone of voice.
Sorel points out the distant troll. "Gilliam, drag that one here."
"I'm currently hauling this one," Gilliam says, as he is indeed dragging a troll through the grass.
Gail sighs at heated argument, going off to grab the distant troll that attempted escape.
Ombligo: "Hey, Gorrik - if you see one twitch, smack it."
The druid looks to Ombligo. "Disperse the smoke."
"Gilliam, watch your tone," the fiery-headed youth said. "Do we have enough time grab some wood?"
"Don't bother."
: "Bah! Quit yer bickerin' and let's all work tegether here."
Astrid bites back a response, contenting herself with a glare.
After a little while, the troll bodies are in one place.
"Stand back from the pile, Sorel, you need to pull back your elementals for a moment," Gilliam says, stepping forward. "I have a way to end this quickly."
: "Ye need nah be worryin' 'bout tha' Ombligo. My axe always at the ready if troubles brewin'."
"Yank off the valuables before they go up too," Dicem reminded. "Especially Jarlinth's - or Nail's - necklace."
The paladin gave a wink to his little secret keeper.
Sorel frowns, dismissing the elementals with a wave of his hand. "Very well."
Coventry shakes his head at the words of Dicem, a strange expression on his face.
Gilliam waits a moment for people to remove the valuables.
Astrid glances at the bodies disdainfully, then dusts herself off and takes a few steps back, paging through her spellbook with disinterest.
"All right, now everyone please stand away, and no one get in front of me."
Gail simply watches as the others search the slowly dying trolls, feeling slightly guilty about bearing witness to something like this.
Sorel frowns at Gilliam's theatrics, and looks about for an oak tree
Coventry watches this with an unreadable expression.
Gilliam's chestplate opens up and his laser fires, frying the corpses even further in addition to the elemental's handiwork. Gilliam waits for a few moment, then fires again
Gail simply shakes her head at the spectacle, wondering what the point of all this machismo was.
Coventry arches an eyebrow, then turns and walks from the scene.
"There, that should do it..." Gilliam says. "Regeneration halted. No spells or resources wasted. I recharge in a few seconds, but if Tanis were to cast a fire spell, he'd have to wait hours. This way we are better prepared," Gilliam explains.
Sorel opens his mouth to say something about the dismissal of spells already cast, but thinks better of it and keeps looking for an oak tree.
Gail quirks an eyebrow at Gilliam's seemingly logical statement, then decides better of it and wanders off to rest.
: "Now tha' tha's over... perhaps we should get movin' again." Suggests the dwarf in fullplate.
"Agreed. Moving out," Gilliam nods to the dwarf.
1200 XP to all.
Found Unholy Necklace. Large Chain shirt +1. A bag of various small jewels worth 5,000 gold pieces. 170 platinum coins. Heavy mace +3.
RP XP(included the conversation directly after this: Coventry: 450 Gorrik: 225, Kayla: 150, Sorel: 225, Ombligo: 375, Kria: 525 Langston: 300, Dam: 300, Arbeiten: 75, Farain: 225, Gail: 375, Astrid: 150)

Posted by: Rusty Fri Sep 15, 2006 8:56 am
Farain points into the air. "Hey, look. I see something up there, everyone." Gail looks up, shielding her eyes from the sun as she does so. "Yes, I see something, too..." Sorel's eyes pierce through the interfering sun. "It can't be..." he breathes, and begins to walk toward it.
Astrid frowns, straining her eyes to no reward, "What is it?"
Gail's eyes move to Sorel, a question on her face. "Sorel?"
Coventry shrugs indifferently, "Probably his stupid owl..." He smiles, "...or a sweet flying carpet. That would be great."
: "I suppose it'd be better than a bitter one."
: "BAH! These eyes are no good fer lookin' at things at great distances!
The shape in the sky begins to descend, growing as it does. It is plainly a bird, but it appears out of proportion given the distance. In continues to approach, and continues to grow, while Sorel moves out to meet it.
"What the hell is that?" Dicem said, pulling his bow free. "Sorel, you think you can talk us out of having to fight yet again?"
: "Why back in North Cliff," continued the dwarf. "We didn' need te see tha' far ahead of us...
Gail glares at the Doctor's reply, biting back her tounge as the shape continues to grow. She looks back, astounded by the size. "That can't be..."
Gorrik can be seen slowly walking in a different direction than everyone else, not even realizing that no one's paying attention to his retelling of life in North Cliff.
The bird lands at last, touching down with a gust some fifty yards ahead of the group: an enormous, snow-white owl. It stares at Gail with familiar silver eyes.
Coventry slows, watching the reunion silently.
Dicem: "Wait... that... how the hell, Sorel?"
"Interesting..." Gilliam mutters.
Farain looked at the gigantic creature standing before them. "Such a pretty bird..."
Gail returns the stare, shaking her head as she places those eyes in her memory. "It is...It's Lunauga."
: "Hey, he grows as quickly as I do!"
Sorel reaches out a gray-skinned hand, and rests it against the owl's golden beak. He mutters something unintelligble.
The Doctor comes to a stop and holds up a hand to the others, warning them to stop as well, "Leave the two lovebirds alone."
: "Or uhm...ages, anyway." *The Magic Creature notes his lack of actual growth in size since even birth.*
Gorrik has now started pacing back and forth, still not noticing that everyone's attention has been diverted to the arrival of Sorel's owl.
The owl bows its head to Sorel, and glides towards the others. "I am Lunauga," the bird says in perfect, unaccented Common. It turns its head to face Gail once more. "We met. At the pier."
Gilliam chuckles. "Fascinating. You have anything to do with this, Sorel? Those abilities of yours?"
*Ombligo looks at the bird oddly. Pointing a tentacle at it, he speaks, clearly confused.* Ombligo: "You can...talk?"
Farain took a step back away from the bird. While majestic, he was completely taken off guard by the fact it spoke. "That's... amazing."
Sorel's face exudes blank, dumb shock as he turns at Gilliam's voice. "I... no. I had nothing to do with this."
The wizardess watches with a startled expression on her face, "Fascinating..."
"Do you remember us, Lunaga?" Gilliam asks.
Lunauga's luminous eyes blink. "Your voice... you were the man in rags."
Gail is taken aback by the owl's intelligence and courtious manner, before she calms down and nods, a light smile coming over her face. "Yes...I remember."
: "...see back then I ..." Gorrik blinks as he finally looks up to see the large owl only a few feet away from where he paced to.
"Indeed... I am Gilliam. Pleasure to meet you again... What happened to you, though?"
: "Uuummm... tha' righ' there's a large bird... where'd he come from?" The dwarf looked around curiously.
"I recall a darkness, and then a light. Then I awoke, from what seemed a long dream. Do you dream, Gilliam?" the owl asks.
Gilliam pauses for a moment. "Sometimes."
Lunauga pauses in kind. "Are they always so unhappy? I have only the one, and it begins and ends with death."
"Mine are similar... But I remember they used to be better. Perhaps you need only wait," Gilliam says quietly.
Lunauga's face is blank, incapable of expressing the sympathy it feels. "It must be... Sorel's dreams were always sad, but then he stopped sleeping." His voice brightens. "Perhaps the same will happen to me."
"Perhaps..." Gilliam says.
Lunauga looks around at the others. "I recognize some of you. Gail, from the pier. Ombligo and Mahler, from before." He turns to the doctor. "It was you on the roof, wasn't it? Right before I went to sleep."
"Yes..." The Doctor replies with a frown, uncomfortable at the memory of the foul trickery of Kria.
The paladin merely watches the exchange, mystified. At the mention of dreams, her head drifts to the ground below, obviously in thought. At the mention of her name, she snaps out of it, raising her eyes to meet those of Lanauga.
Lunauga hoots softly. "You sound different."
"Your ears are bigger." Coventry replies. "...or the puff that you call ears." He frowns.
Lunauga looks at Coventry. "I don't understand."
"Neither do I..." He replies with a tired mirthless grin, "If I figure it out I'll let you know."
Lunauga continues to stare. "I don't remember your name. I'm sorry to have forgotten."
: "Well, now tha' we have or introductins again... perhaps we should continue on our way?" Gorrik anounced to the group.
Lunauga looks at the dwarf. "Where are we going?"
The Doctor chuckles with a sigh, "Doctor Coventry... The pleasure's mine, I'm sure."
Lunauga hoots once more. "Doctor. That is a very pretty name. Doctor."
"We're heading to Granseal. Apparently, our mission will shortly be fulfilled," Gail says as she past the bird to the path beyond.
"Indeed..." The Doctor nods, a slight smirk appearing, "A pretty name for a pretty man, that's what my mom always said."
Lunauga turns its head around in the direction Gail points, while its body remains still. "Oh." With a gust the owl is off, soaring in the direction Gail pointed.
The Doctor falls behind the remainder of the group as they march on. He follows a short distance behind them, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his eyes thoughtful and distant.
Gail watches as the majestic owl flies for a moment, her eyes distant before she adjusts her havfersack and departs after the white owl.
Dicem: "Alright... to Granseal, people. Let's go."
Sorel walks on, silently, but not as heavily as he had previously.

Posted by: Aldur Fri Sep 15, 2006 1:26 pm
Kria watches boredly from the sky as the others drag the trolls, immolate them and then grins at the birdy, shaking her head and soaring off after it towards Granseal, her mind somewhat confused. She charged up a blast and fired it into the sky and blinked. It seemed stronger. She giggled.
((
Level up! Kria became Warlock 7!
BAB+1!
Damage Reduction increases to 2/cold Iron!
Eldritch blast changes to 4d6!
10 Hp gained!
2 ranks in UMD!
1 rank in Sing!
))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sat Sep 16, 2006 2:52 am
Arbeiten holds behind the group after the trolls are immolated. Even after they pass out of sight, he remains silently watching, seemingly lost in thought. Finally, he holds his arms wide and begins to chant softly, weaving his voice in rhythmic prayer for the fallen, mentioning not only those trolls who fell here, even fighting for the wrong reasons, but also for those throughout this war-torn area and the besieged city the team had so recently left behind. In the end, he addresses the remains directly.
"I cannot do much for you. But this I can give you, that no servant of darkness will wrest you from your slumber. May you know peace now, and find the light you never found in this mortal realm." And with another word, a blast of wind strikes the ashes, scattering them across the field.
The half-giant didn't catch up to the others until just as the owl was leaving. Watching the bird flying off, he asked curiously, "Did I miss something?"

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sat Sep 16, 2006 3:02 am
Langston smirked, craning his neck to make eye contact with the half-giant. "Not much; the prodigal bird has returned to the nest or something like that, I guess. Always good to see old friends reunited, right?" He gave him a hearty pat on the back.
He fell into the group as Dicem gave the order to continue.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sat Sep 16, 2006 3:53 am
Arbeiten shrugs. "I've always prefered it to the alternative."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Sep 16, 2006 4:09 am
((This shall be moved on the morrow, or Sunday. A day ingame passes.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Sep 17, 2006 3:14 am
Coventry steps up beside Kayla, a distant expression on his face, "Are you wounds recovered from the last battle?" He glances at her, "You took quite the beating." Kayla cocks her head to the side, her lips curled into a slight frown. "Why thank you...for bringing that up," the tiefling mutters, she then speaks in a softer tone. "I'm just fine. Thank you for asking,"
The Doctor frowns, "Well, if it upsets you, I hate to see how Tanis feels." He rubs his head, "You don't need any further healing then?"
Kayla opens her mouth to speak when the wound begins to twing a bit. "I'm not fully healed it would seem, but I'm sure it's nothing to worry about..."
"It would be a snap for me to finish the job..." Coventry shrugs, "It's your call though." He frowns slightly, "I wonder... Perhaps you could make better use of this than me." He pulls out a flask in which flecks of gold swirl in a clear liquid, "This contains anarchic water, I was going to use it to get rid of the devil possessing Nail way back when...but then the cleric pulled that trick." He sounds slightly bitter, "Anyway, it only harms orderly creatures like devils..." He chuckles ruefully, "...and paladins... I never had a chance to use it, too busy healing."
"It seems that this could come in handy." Kayla takes the flask when it is offered and puts it into her belt pouch. "Thank you... Oh, and if your offer for healing still stands, I suppose it would be rude to refuse, wouldn't it?"
The Doctor shrugs, looking truly lost, "When it comes to polite behavior...I'm not the one to ask." He casts a healing spell quickly, sealing the last of Kayla's wounds in a matter of seconds.
Kayla chuckles. "Regardless, I appreciate your kindness Coventry."
"Kindness?" Coventry arches an eyebrow, "Kindness? What is this kindness of which you speak?" He glances at the group, "Well, if you want to pass it on, Dicem seems to be withdrawn lately. I wonder what's bothering him... We didn't even have our standard leaving town meeting." He looks around innocently, "Someone should talk to him..." Then shrugs, "Ah well, we'll be parting ways soon enough."
"Hard to believe, isn't it? That we'll be parting ways... That's how life is, though." Kayla folds her arms behind her head. "So...what do you plan on doing after this?"
Coventry sighs, "I'm fairly certain that I won't be sticking with the group that takes Iggy's job." He looks to the east, "I may not have many but I do have some standards." He chuckles, "So... I'll just see what comes up and go with it."
"Hey, we all have to make a living."
"Too true..." The Doctor replies, "...but I've done too many jobs in the Empire to sign up with a team going against them." He glances at Kayla, "Yourself?"
"Me?" Kayla's eyebrow raises. "Oh, I just plan on stopping by my hometown before embarking on my next 'adventure'."
"Must be nice to go home..." Coventry comments wistfully, then chuckles, "I was born in a bay. Not even sure which one. Not much to return to."
"Not as nice as you might think," Kayla says with a sigh. "I think you're lucky in some ways."
"Everyone's lucky in some way..." The Doctor shakes his head, "I wouldn't say that I am more than anyone else though." He glances at the rogue, "Does your village accept you despite your lineage...or is it always like Galam?"
"What do you think?" Kayla asks bitterly. When she realizes her tone, she sighs. "Sorry...it's just frustrating... No one bothers me anyone because they know what I can do, but they always say cruel things about me behind my back. The only reason I even bother going back is to see my mother."
The Doctor nods quietly, sympathy in his eyes, "I understand..." He glances around until his eyes settle on the Half-Vandal, "People are stupid. They want someone to hate. It's not about fear..." Vehemence enters his voice, "...it's something they enjoy. Torturing those who are different." His eyes narrow darkly, "It's something evil."

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun Sep 17, 2006 6:47 am
"Every day's something different, isn't it?" Dicem said, bringing his pace up to match Gail's. "One day, we're being shanked in our sleep, then the next a durid's owl returns the size of a mountain..." Gail, apparently lost in thought, turns her head in surprise as she nods at Dicem's assessment. "It's hard to believe it's hardly been over a week, and yet, it's almost over...no rest for wicked, it seems," she says with a slight grin.
"Well, let's count," the rogue said. "We met in Hassan, then spent a night getting attacked. Before we leave the next night, we get attacked again - twice before dawn. Spent two or three days in Ribble, then we headed for the shrine; about another day and we hit Roft. A day or two later, then we met up with Astrid; four days after that, we're burning trolls. And that was yesterday."
"All in all... yeah, about two weeks. Not long at all." Sighing, he added "And I guess that, aside from that reckless idiot Nail, I haven't been so bad at keep you all alive..."
Gail looks at Dicem seriously, shaking her head. "You can't blame yourself for his death. The risks he took were much too great...besides, even if you had ordered him to stay, I doubt he would have listened," Gaill adds morosely.
"Isn't my fault though?" Dam asked. "I really should have been leader enough to get him to listen. And with my combat abilities, I should have at least been able to take down the troll before he finished him off."
"It is human to feel fault where there is none. What would you have done? Charge into battle with him?" She shakes her head. "You can't make that mistake, Mr. Dicem. You can only do so much. Otherwise, you can only move...foward." With that, her head drifts to the side, her eyes watching the ground go by.
"Hmm... but which way's forward?" he asked, his grin tainted by the look of sadness on his face. "It's not that easy; the truth is, I probably deserved to go more than the birdman."
"Anyway," the rogue continued quickly, his expression changing back to the usual in an instant, "What do you say about our two newest additions?"
"No one truly deserves what they get..." Gail whispers before bringing her hand to her lips, contemplating. "Ignatius is noble and self-rightous...though, I worry for him. He's so young to be on the battlefield...and after this, he'll only move to a new one. As for Astrid...she spoke to me recently. She's pragmatic and serious, yet considerate and well spoken. I believe their joining is all for the better...unlike a certain 'evil speaker'," she adds, frowning at the memory.
"The demon-hunting lizard, or our fair Doctor?" he asked.
The paladin chuckles. "The hunter...though the Doctor certainly has his moments."
"Yeah, well, he's run off to go chase down his death, I suppose," Dicem said.
"He'll have plenty of chances to do so..."
"Are you going to have as many chances as he will?" Dicem asked. "I'm still considering whether it's worth it to take Ignatius' offer."
"I'll have to return to my order when we finished, but...perhaps I could ask to be sent to the front. They might need me elsewhere, though, and I'm unsure of how useful I would be."
"Believe when I say that you'll be perfectly useful, no matter where you go," Dam said. "Speaking of use... I still haven't given Ignatius and Astrid the interview I gave the others. Might as well do it now, while we have time."
"Couldn't that wait until we break for camp? They might be more talkative if they're given a chance to rest before hand."
"Mmm... all the more reason to do it now, then," Dicem said, slipping back to where Astrid walked. "Maybe I'll explain later."
Gail raises an eyebrow as Dam walks away, then, understanding, nods and falls back into her own mind.
===
The wizardess is walking along paging through her spellbook absently, complex diagrams rather than archaic letters fill the pages.
"I don't recognize those; mind if I ask what you're looking at?" Dicem asked. ((Kno [arcana]: 1d20 +4 (ranks) +4 (int) = 12))
Astrid glances up, arching an eyebrow, "I'm looking over my spells." She offers the book to Dicem, "Unlike other mages, I believe to a school of wizards who approach magic as precise geometric equations. It is more efficient and less cluttered by needless lore and customs."
"Methodical and logical... I like it," Dicem said. "Magic's probably the only thing I haven't tried my hand at."
The wizardess smiles lightly, "Perhaps you should take up the science at some point." She looks at him objectively for a moment, "Though, you could never do much more than dabble by this point."
"Oh, I don't know... I'm still pretty young," he said. "Besides, with the right teacher I could turn out to be a prodigy. You never know."
Astrid frowns skeptically, "Focus is more of an issue of Age. You've already devoted a great deal of effort into training yourself for physical combat." She pauses for a moment, "Reclaiming that effort would be difficult... Prodigy or not."
"I see..."
Astrid looks at him quizzically, "Did I offend you?" She frowns slightly, "I apolgize, you'll have to forgive me, I've put very little effort into developing my social interaction. I was just saying that mastery is something you can never hope to achieve."
"Heh... it's fine; the truth is, I used to study magic when I was younger," Dicem said. "But after a while, other paths called to me. I consider going back from time to time... maybe I will, now." ((Bluff: 1d20 +11 (ranks) +29))
The wizardess pauses, looking somewhat surprised, "Indeed?" She nods, brightening visibly, "I was hoping to have someone to discuss magical theory and application with."
She smiles, "I was going to approach the catfolk mage but certainly the more the better the discussion."
"Of course...you will not be able to match our knowledge of the field...at first, but with time...perhaps..." ((sense Motive: 1d20 +4 = 11))
"Mmm... actually, I wanted to ask you a few questions about your spells and the like," the rogue said. "Which type do you prefer - offensive or defensive? I'd say defensive, but I'm not sure if it's out of necessity or out of desire."
Astrid chuckles, shaking her head, "I have a full repertoire of all types of spells."
She looks at him gently, as a sage looks at a fumbling apprentice, "I prefer the spells that are best for the situation. Amongst large groups of warriors, I often make use of spells to protect and enhance them with a few offensive and utility spells prepared if the situation calls for their use."
"Mmm... and I guess you've got a backup weapon, in the case something goes horribly awry and you need to face down a foe in melee range?"
An expression of utter loathing crosses Astrid's face, "Yes..." She gestures to the crossbow hanging at her side and holds up the staff she carries, "I was issued such equipment by the Defense Force." She sighs despondently, "They seemed to think it was necessary."
"At the outset of our trip, we battled enemies three times over the course of two nights, with that troll leader we defeated last night being the leader of the last attack," Dicem said. "They're not so far off, considering who you're traveling with."
"Even so... you've got skills in other areas, no? I sincerely doubt your social interaction is as bad as you make it out to be."
Astrid smiles confidently, holding up her hand on which rests a ring, "That's why I wear this..." She chuckles lightly, then frowns, "Well... I attempt not to be rude but I'm terrible at reading people, you see. I never know when I might have offended someone." She pauses, "I wish I could claim more skills, but I am a wizardess before all else. I do have some training in scripting and mathematics, obviously, but those tie in my pursuit of the science."
"Of course," Dicem said, nodding. "Can I ask you, though... why did you choose to be here? You could have stayed at your school, and you could have declined my offer to travel with us to see Max."
"The situation is a desperate one. It would be foolhardy to ignore it in favor of my studies. Science is meant to be put to use in situations such as this." Astrid replies calmly, "Galam is my homeland, if I do not defend it then what do I defend? As for accompanying you, you did me and Galam a great service. One which I intend to repay. I do not know what business you have with Max but I will see that you reach him."
"I appreciate that," Dicem said, smirking slightly. "I need to keep an eye out; I'll let you get back to your studies."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Sep 18, 2006 12:47 am
It's late evenining of the next day when it happens. In the distance, a terrible howl is heard, alien and unrecognizable, something completely and utterly foreign to even the most learned and intelligent of the group. Far off sounds of battle are heard, then fade. Another howl, then a roar, sending chills down your spine... Foreign, unknown, completely different than anything you've heard before...
: "What... What is that sound? It doesn't sound remotely close to anything I've ever heard... It... I don't know what to make of it!"

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Sep 18, 2006 12:58 am
"Then let's see what it is, so we know what to make of it," Dicem said. "We've wasted time in the past two battles on preparing before battle; from now on, we cast as we move. Now let's go; keep your wits about you, people." Sure enough, the group casts various spells during travel, until a strange sight greets them...
((Spot DC 15: You see a ragtag group of Devil Army members fleeing towards you; enemies fleeing toward you number about 15.
Spot DC 20: You know they're in a state of stark terror.
Spot DC 25: You can see some of them have dropped their weapons in their all out run.
Spot DC 40: In the far distance, you can see what they're running from - an immense black mass oozing across the plains. The grass dies over where it travels.))
Lunauga flies down to Dam and Sorel, his eyes wide with fear. "Hey! Listen!" he cries as he hovers in pace with the druid and the backstabber.
"The Devil Army is coming. Fast. And by the looks of it, whatever is chasing them is bad; some even dropped their weapons."
Lunauga's voice cracks with panic. "I saw what they were running from."
"What is it?"
"Don't suppose it's a cart full of dire clowns..." Langston chimed awkwardly.
"It's a huge black thing, like an ooze. The flora that touches it dies."
Sorel raises an eyebrow. "Sounds familiar..." he whispers to Dam.
"What? Are... you..." Dicem began, his voice trailing off as realization hit him. "It's the other one. Absolutely spectacular."
"We're going to run, right?" Lunauga asks, frantically, whipping its head 180 degrees back in the direction of whatever shapeless evil it had seen.
He dug his toe into the ground, stroking his whiskers. "Here's hopin."
Turning to address the group quickly, Dicem said "Alright... we've got a situation. The Devil Army is running this way - some without weapons - because the other big nasty we heard about in Hassan is here. You heard the bird; it's coming this way and whatever it touches isn't lasting long."
"We have two choices: follow the devils and run for our lives, possibly losing them as it catches up to us."
"It's coming fast." Lunauga interrupts.
"I know nothing of this...creature..." Astrid rubs her chin thoughtfully, "However, is it wise to allow it to maraud freely?"
"Exactly," he said, withdrawing his bow. "We can take it down now."
"Let's face it; Sorel's going to stay and fight it. And I kinda need to keep him alive, so I'm staying. The rest of you can do what you want."
"Umm..." Coventry glances around with a frown, "Shouldn't we prepare an ambush or get some kind of tactical advantage then?"
He chuckles, "Everyone who wants to live can come with me and the rest with the cleric."
"Living sounds good," he laughed nervously.
Lunauga flaps his wings angrily. "What?! Are you insane?! It's scared devils away, and devils scare people away! It's scary twice over!"
Astrid frowns heavily, "All the more reason to determine its nature."
"As soon as the Devils are within range, start taking them out; save the big stuff for the big ugly coming this way."
"Lovely..." The Doctor sighs, "Does this mean we're going to stand right in its path then?"
Sorel exhales audibly, but the air rolls and cracks like it rose from the throat of a great cat. His eyes catch and reflect the waning daylight as he hunches down. "Move aside, then."
Astrid brightens up, "I have wall of flame prepared, perhaps we could use it to deflect the...thing...form its rampage?"
"Do it, then; we'll need every advantage we can get."
"Too dangerous," Gail reasons. "We're in a forest; all it would is catch on the trees and spread."
"And couldn't it just go around it?" Tanis points out. "If it has the intelligence too, that is."
"That, and it's just killin' off the forest anyway..."
"Is there any way you can surround it with the wall?" the rogue asked.
Astrid nods, "It depends on its size." She holds up her book, "Also, the wall is fairly long if you recall. It would slow it at least."
"If anyone wishes to hide, I have a spell that will blend them into the forest." Sorel says, though the words are distorted slightly. His staff is gone.
Gail shakes her head at the lion's suggestion. "Nonsense. If you're fighting, I'm coming with you."
Farain looked over at Sorel. "Why hide?"
Sorel looks plaintively at the centaur. "Do you work any better when the enemy can see you?"
"Well, I don't do well either way, but I see what you mean" He said rather flatly.
oventry sighs, "Don't be defeated before you even start." He smiles widely, "You need mild confidence...like me."
"Then it's decided. If you're going, go now; if you're staying, Let's go."
((Buffs:
==[ Everyone ]==
Haste
Prayer
Bless
Elation
Blessed Aim
==[ Sorel ]==
Barkskin
Owl's Wisdom
Bear's Endurance
==[ Mahler ]==
Bull's Strength
==[ Graigus ]==
Bull's Strength
Spikes
Brambles
Lion's Charge
==[ Astrid ]==
Mirror Image
==[ Coventry ]==
Invisibility
Magic Circle Against Evil
==[ Farain ]==
Flame Arrow
==[ Tanis ]==
Blur
Persistent Blade
==[ Kayla ]==
Ebon Eyes))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Sep 18, 2006 1:01 am
Sorel stops, listening to the sound intently, his expression devoid of recognition. He scans the path ahead, and sees nothing. He urges the group on. Lunauga blinks, tilting his head at the sound. Silently he takes to the air, scanning for signs of a disturbance.

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Sep 18, 2006 1:12 am
"Interesting..." Coventry remarks drily before casting Elation. Astrid wavers for a moment, a confused frown crossing her face, "I've never heard a sound such as that..." She steadies herself and stepping up to Tanis, casts Blur on him. [We have five rounds apparently so...]
Blur on Tanis.
Invisiblity on Coventry.
Mirror Image on Astrid. [3 Images]
Bear's Endurance on Sorel. [+4 CON]
Ebon Eyes on Kayla. [See in magical darkness.]
Elation
Magical Circle Aganist Evil on Coventry.
Resistance on Coventry.

Posted by: Cyrus Mon Sep 18, 2006 1:34 am
Gail calls upon her divine spells, power washing over herself and her companions as she follows the druid and the rogue to the nerve-wracking cacophony. She stays on the outside of the group as they approach, her breathing calm and level as she keep her shield raised in front of her.
[Cast Bless and Blessed Aim. Duration: 6 minutes for both. Full Defense.]

Posted by: Alpha Mon Sep 18, 2006 1:43 am
As Tanis' form becomes blurred by Astrid's spell, he moves over to Farain, and enchants some of his arrows with a spell of fire. And as they near the unknown sounds, he takes out his silver dagger, and casts a spell on it. As he does, another dagger appears, hanging in midair, this one made of force.
[Cast Flame Arrow on Farain. Affects up to 50 of his arrows. If they hit, they deal an extra 1d6 of fire damage. Duration is 60 minutes.
Cast Persistent Blade just before we enter battle. Duration is 6 rounds]
((..........))
Seeing that the devils were now well within range of a spell, Tanis casts an ice storm over them, hoping to delay their movement somewhat.
[Cast Ice Storm, trying to catch as many devils within the 20 foot radius as possible
Damage:
Bludgeoning: 1 + 6 + 1 = 8
Cold: 6 + 4 = 10
Edge: +4 = 4
Total = 22
No save
-4 penalty to listen whilst in the storm's effect
All land movement in the area is at half speed]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Sep 18, 2006 4:12 am
((Enemies: Damage Summary for Ranged Round 1: Sorel: 20 damage to 8 enemies, 6 are pushed back 25' Ombligo: 26 damage to 5 enemies, 3 passed the save. Tanis: Ice Storm; 22 damage to enemies in a 20' radius
Farain: 27 damage to witch
Dicem: 17 damage to Witch, redirect to clerics
Stoltz: 11 + bab + dex to hit, 21 damage to witch, redirect to clerics ))
After wiping out a considerable number of enemies, the fleeing creatures continued to run, taking off right around the group in their fear-driven dash for safety. However, all but tanis repeaded the barrage of attacks, joined by Kria, Langston, and even the rock-throwing Graigus. As the last blow landed, the only motion that remained was that of the ooze which had finally arrived.
((Damage summary for Ranged Round 2:
Everything not dead in Round 1 was dead by the end of Round 2. All enemies besides the ooze were slain.))
"And now, it's time for the main event," the rogue said. "Time to have some fun..."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Sep 18, 2006 5:13 am
The final skeleton warrior falls to dust as the rolling tide of black mass rises to meet you, slamming into the frontline as writhing pseudopods emerge from the amorphous beast to strike at you... It is then that you realize your eyes deceived you. This creature isn't black so much as it is... void. The formless mass seems to suck light into it, writhing in a manner you find disquieting to the bottom of your soul. A sense of alien, unnatural WRONG fills you as it closes the distance, howling that same, terrifying howl from before...
Theme of the Cosmic Devourer: http://www.shinola.radh.com/guest/Vox/Theme%20of%20the%20Cosmic%20Devourer.mp3
Map unavailable. Enemy creature is Huge.
Gilliam fires his laser at the creature, rewarded by a howl as some of the mass making up the beast sizzles off.
((Hit. 30 damage.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Sep 18, 2006 5:36 am
The lion that is Sorel roars a challenge at the roiling Abyss, the boreal wind issuing from his jaw striking the mass true and solidifing part of it, but otherwise seeming to have no effect. The smell of magic fills the druid's nostrils, and he focuses on it, hoping to learn more.
((Boreal Wind redirected. SR passed. 19 Cold damage, save passed so no knockback
Detect Magic cast. Round 1 indicates presence of magic))
Lunauga flies overhead, peering down at the Abyss, but gaining no new information from this perspective.
"It looks the same from all sides!" the owl called.
((Spot 27. Lunauga is 50' over the top of the ooze))

Posted by: Tarethen Mon Sep 18, 2006 5:41 am
Watching the massive creature move towards them caused a shiver to run through Farain's spine. He swallowed heavily, looking down at his bow as slowly lifted it up. He pulled an arrow from his quiver, taking aim as he released the projectile towards the ooze.
((Hit. 26 damage from an Explosive arrow under Tanis' flame arrow spell.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Sep 18, 2006 5:44 am
"Keep your distance until we know what it can do," Dicem said, firing off another arrow. It hit, but simply disappeared on contact. The same happened when the dwarf grabbed another rock and threw it, hearing only a sizzling sound as it disappeared into the mass.

Posted by: Nightmare Mon Sep 18, 2006 5:49 am
Gorrik, having not done anything the entire time that this incoming threat was aproaching. Wishes he had taken Drogad to make a web and possibly trap either devils or the ooze into it. Instead, the dwarven paladin sits atop of the large monsterous spider and waits to see what the other non-ranged members in the group do. Even though he knew in his head that this battle wouldn't be a problem, just like the Overlord.

Posted by: Cyrus Mon Sep 18, 2006 5:55 am
The paladin nods at Dicem's order, watching with a furrow as first the arrow and then the rock are swallowed by the hole in the world. She stiffens as the sizzling reaches her ears, giving the mass of nothingness a hard glare as she keeps her position.

Posted by: Aldur Mon Sep 18, 2006 7:43 am
"Like...THAT IS SO DAMN GROSS!" Kria shrieked and ascended to the sky, all the while screaming and shouting at the sheer ickyness of the big black thing. She pointed at it, readying her blast. ((EB Attack: 16. Damage: 16))

Posted by: Alpha Mon Sep 18, 2006 12:52 pm
As Tanis quickly contemplates what spell to cast against the horror before them, the tiny blade he brought forth races towards it and slashes out at the ooze. [Overcome SR: 1d20 + 6 = 17..if that passes, then; Attack: 1d20 + 3(bab) + 3(1/2 cha mod) + 1(buff) = 27...hit
Damage: 1d4 = 1]
((If the SR check fails, then the dagger is dispelled. And I am unsure whether Tanis' edge damage would apply to that damage dealt by the dagger. Ah well.))
Tanis then decides on a lightning bolt to attack the ooze, figuring that it'd be almost impossible for the ooze to dodge out the way. Before casting though, he moves as far away from the ooze as he can, whilst still keeping it within clean line of sight, and still in range.
[Move as far away from the ooze, up to 120 ft. away, so the spell's still in range
Cast lightning bolt at the ooze
Overcome SR: 1d20 + 6 = 21
Damage: 6d6 + 4: 5 6 4 4 5 3 + 4 = 31
Reflex save DC19 for half damage]
[Tanis' buffs in place
Bless, Blessed Aim, Blur, Elation, Haste, Prayer]

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Sep 18, 2006 1:56 pm
[15 ft back.] Astrid takes a few steps back at the sight of the horrid creature, glancing around in desperate thought. Then, as Tanis unleashes a potent bolt of lightning, her eyes narrow, "Be wary! That had no effect on it!" She weaves magic in the air, forming precise symbols in the air. Four missiles of force blast from her fingertips.
[Concentration: 18+ : Defensively Cast]
[Magic Missile - Total of 14 damage. ]
[20 to overcome Spell Resistance]
"This looks like fun..." Coventry remarks drily, "I'm so glad we decided to stay and fight it head on instead of letting it eat our devils friends..." He weaves magic in the air and a wave of health surges over some of his allies.
[Auto-defensive cast]
[Mass Lesser Vigor]
[The following gain Fast Healing 1, this automatically stablizes them on negative hit points.]
[Gorrik, Gail, Graigus, Sorel]
[This effect lasts for 18 rounds]

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Mon Sep 18, 2006 11:05 pm
Carefully Langston moved to the group's right, maintaining a distance from the creature as he looked for any sort of weakness in it's being. It made his fur stand on end and his tail nearly rigid as he did so, levelling his crossbow to take a shot at the thing before him despite the previous results of Dam and Graigus.
((I'm sure the dice don't matter, but in case they do the dice roll without buffs and BAB is 14. I'll add up if necessary, but it seems hard to miss a huge black pile of crap that absorbs things.))

Posted by: Rusty Tue Sep 19, 2006 2:28 am
((SR check if needed: 14 + 6 CL = 20. Magic Missile: 1 1 2 + total of 3 = Yes. 7. Yes. 7! I hate AIM.)) *Ombligo fires a weak Magic Missile at the dark blob, testing his magic on it.*

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Sep 19, 2006 3:18 am
The dark ooze shudders as the attacks pass through it without effect, then lashes out in a storm of pseudopods, bashing Gorrik, Gail, Mahler, Drogad, Sorel, Gilliam, and Arbeiten. A further two tentacles of inky mass lash out at the dwarven paladin, but they fail to land. Those struck are pained not only by the force of the blow, but by the burned skin as they find each pseudopod exuding an otherwordly acid.
((Hit, Hit, Hit, Hit, Hit, Hit, Hit, Hit, Miss, Miss. One attack on each except for Gail and Gilliam, who each suffer an extra attack. Gorrik takes 23 damage, Gail 40 from 2 attacks, Mahler takes 21 damage before DR, Drogad takes 24, Gilliam takes 23 damage , Sorel takes 20 damage, Arbeiten takes 23 damage. That was an unfortunate series of rolls.))
Ignatius hovers in the air, blasting away.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Sep 19, 2006 3:33 am
Arby cast Prot from Evil, 10' in the early rounds. "Owwie." Arbeiten grunts laconically, though his face screws up against the pain of the wound and his hand grips his arm. But he doesn't have time to sit around. Trotting over to the wounded paladin, he mutters a single prayer, already turning to the next in line.
Cast 4th level cure on Gail. 4d8 + 8 healed.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue Sep 19, 2006 4:03 am
Sorel emits a low growl as he hops back, smoke rising from his nostrils even as the wind buffets the ooze, pushing it backward. ((16 Damage and a failed save on Boreal Wind. Ooze moves 20' back Dropping Freeze Armor for Summon Nature's Ally IV: 1 Medium Fire Elemental. It will arrive next round and act on my initiative.))
Lunauga wheels about in the sky, looking for a way to be of use without having to touch the foul thing.
((80' above the ooze))

Posted by: Rusty Tue Sep 19, 2006 5:14 am
*Staying away from Sorel's spell, Ombligo tries a different spell on the foe, noticing the ooze freezing from the Druid's spell.* ((Spot: 19 + 1 = 20 Spellcraft: 5 + 17 = 22 heh Casting Freeze 1 on it Damage: 3 + 12 = 15.))
*Ombligo calls out to the force, speaking to no one in particular.*
: "Hey! Try hitting the spot I freeze!"

Posted by: Nightmare Tue Sep 19, 2006 6:55 am
Gorrik grits his teeth as the burning sensation crosses his arm. Drogad on the other hand had shrieked in pain. The paladin, wanting to help his friend holds his hand ontop of the spider's head, as the power of the light takes away most of the pain.
((Gorrik lay on hands to Drogad for 15HP. Gorrik gains 1HP from Fast Healing.))
Once the burning fades, Drogad fires off another web at Ombligo's newly made icey spot. In hopes that the frozen part of the blob doesn't absorb this web like it did the last.
((D20 + 3(DEX) + 4(BAB) + 1(Haste) + 2(Blessed Aim) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Elation) = 20 + 12
Okay... so I critted on something that doesn't do damage... so I'm not sure what to do from there.))

Posted by: Cyrus Tue Sep 19, 2006 7:05 am
Gail gasps as the roiling limbs slam into her, the force knocking the wind from her lungs and cracking ribs as the burning acid scars his fair skin. Doulbed over as she tries to regain her composure, the maiden feels soothing relief course through her body as she turns to look at the cleric. She returns the favor, lightly touching the half-giant's arm and sealing the greater portion of the wound before returning to the object of her prior attention, shield brought to halt any further assault as her wounds continue to heal.
[Lay on Hands on Arbeiten, 16 damage healed. Fighting Defensively: AC 22. Gail regens 1 HP from Lesser Vigor.]

Posted by: Aldur Tue Sep 19, 2006 11:44 am
Kria frowned, nodding as she aimed for the frozen spot, her blast spiralling towards it, as she looked disgusted all the while, moving nearby Ignatius. "This is so gross." ((Attack: 15+6+5+1 = 27. Hit. Damage: 10.))

Posted by: Alpha Tue Sep 19, 2006 2:20 pm
Cursing that he'd thrown one of his powerful spells away uselessly, Tanis moves closer to the monstrosity and takes out a glass lens. Casting a variation of the normal spell, he sends a ray of flame searing towards the ooze, hoping that it'll be effective.
[Move 40' towards the ooze. Should leave Tanis 80' away.
Cast Enlarged Ray of Flame. Range is now 80'
Ranged touch: 1d20 + 3(bab) + 3(dex) + 2(blessed aim) + 1(elation) + 1(haste) + 1(prayer) = 15 + 11 = 26...hit
Damage: 3d6 + 4(edge) = 6 + 2 + 2 + 4 = 14
Reflex save DC17 of catch on fire]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Sep 19, 2006 4:28 pm
Kayla stands her ground, since she possesses no way to attack the ooze from a distance. [Buffs: Haste, Prayer, Bless, Elation, Blessed Aim, Ebon Eyes]

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Sep 19, 2006 4:51 pm
Astrid takes a few steps back, glancing around the area for some means of overcoming this monstrosity. Noting Kayla standing nearby, she tosses her light crossbow towards the rogue, "Use this..." She slides a pouch from her belt and tosses it as well, "There are bolts are in the pouch." The wizardess then gets down to business, outlining precise symbols in air with a fell expression on her face. She speaks a word of power and holds her hands out.
[5 ft step back]
[Free: Drop Weapon]
[Move: Remove Pouch, Drop.]
[Standard: Cast]
A circle of fire springs into existence surrounding the rear of the foul creature and cutting through its midsection.
[11 + 8 = 19 to overcome Spell Resistance]
[http://www.systemreferencedocuments.org/35/sovelior_sage/spellsTtoZ.html#wall-of-fire]
[20 ft radius circle, 20 ft tall, placed clear of all melee fighters and surrounding as great a portion of the back of the creature as possible.]
[2d6 + 8 fire damage for passing through wall, creatures inside the wall when it comes into existence take damage as if passing through.]
[Heat focused inside the circle, dealing 2d4 points of fire damage to all creatures within.]
[2d6 = 1 + 4 + 8 = 13 Fire Damage]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Sep 19, 2006 5:36 pm
"Thanks." I really have to invest in a bow or something if we survive this... Kayla levels the crossbow that Astrid has loaned her, and takes a shot at the ooze. Whether it hits or has any affect remains to be seen. [Attack: 17 + 3 (Bab) + 6 (Dex) + 1 (Haste) + 1 (Prayer) + 1 (Bless) + 1 (Elation) + 2 (Blessed Aim) = 32. ^_^
Damage: 1 + 1 (Prayer) + 1 (Elation) = 3. *Sigh* Such is life]

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Sep 19, 2006 5:41 pm
[Tumble: 18 + 17 = 35] [Bluff: 16 + 12 = 28 : I am Gorrik] A gruff voice suddenly cries out from Gorrik, "Bloody 'ell!" Something touches the Paladin on the shoulder and a wave of healing surges through his body, "I' ain't a gonna do this no more! Tha' damn Light can ge' off its lazy arse an' take 'are of this personal like!"
[Auto-Defensive Cast]
[Cure Serious Wounds: 7 + 5 + 5 + 8 = +25 HP Gorrik]
The gruff voice then mutters a strange word and a wave of healing surges through Sorel.
[Close Wounds: 3 + 5 = +8 HP Sorel]
[Tumble: 7 + 17 = 24]
[Move Silently: 11 + 4 + Background Sound Bonus = High]
[Bluff: 16 + 12 = 28 : I am Gail] ((Two 16s in a row... Hmmm... :/ ))
A moment later, a roughly feminine voice exclaims from Gail, "Heresy! The Light has its hands full already!" The voice lowers almost apologetically, "It's not everyday that it gets an invitation to puff puff from Mitula..."

Posted by: Cyrus Tue Sep 19, 2006 10:15 pm
[Sense motive=1d20(1). Auto-failure. And uh...Haste isn't added to damage, DM.] Gail, shocked to hear such blatant disregard for the Light in a fellow paladin, turns a scowl to him and opens her mouth to speak...only to heard another voice chime in near her before she can find a reprimand of her own. Realizing what must be happening, she sighed, returning her attention to the battered ooze. Do I actually sound like that?
[Buffs: Bless, Blessed Aim, Circle of protection vs. Evil [If Coventry is 10' or less away], Haste, Prayer, Elation. Effective AC with buffs taken into account: 25(23 if not inside circle/ooze is not evil.)]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Wed Sep 20, 2006 5:03 am
"I'm going in, Dam!" the dwarf said, no longer content to throw rocks. Moving with amazing agility, he nullified any opportunity for attack, even as he launched his own strikes against the frozen portions. He even managed to avoid the frigid gale which caused the freezing, while laying into the massive ooze.
((Tumble: 1d20 +10 (ranks) +2 (syn) +4 (dex) +1 (prayer) = 35
Haste Attack: 1d20 +5 (bab) +6 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (w. foc) +1 (bless) +1 (prayer) +2 (spikes) +2 (charge) = 36
Damage: 1d6 +1 (staff) +6 (str) +8 (spikes) +8 (brambles) +1 (prayer) = 29
Attack1: 1d20 +4 (bab) +6 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (w. foc) +1 (bless) +1 (prayer) +2 (spikes) +2 (charge) = 30
Damage: 1d6 +1 (staff) +6 (str) +8 (spikes) +8 (brambles) +1 (prayer) = 26
Attack2: 1d20 +4 (bab) +6 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (w. foc) +1 (bless) +1 (prayer) +2 (spikes) +2 (charge) = 21
Damage: 1d6 +1 (staff) +6 (str) +8 (spikes) +8 (brambles) +1 (prayer) = 29
"Damnit, Graigus!" the rogue said, shaking his head as he snapped off a trio of shots, one failing to find it's mark. "Someone cover that fool before he gets himself killed!"
((Haste Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +5 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (bless) +1 (prayer) +1 (pbs) = 20
Damage: 1d8 +1 (str) +1 (prayer) + 1 (pbs) = 8
Attack1: 1d20 +6 (bab) +5 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (bless) +1 (prayer) +1 (pbs) = 1; crit fail threat
Confirm: 1d20 +6 (bab) +5 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (bless) +1 (prayer) +1 (pbs) = 24
Attack2: 1d20 +1 (bab) +5 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (bless) +1 (prayer) +1 (pbs) = 12
Damage: 1d8 +1 (str) +1 (prayer) + 1 (pbs) = 5 ))))

Posted by: Tarethen Wed Sep 20, 2006 5:15 am
Farain stood his ground, shooting two more arrows in the ooze's direction. ((Explosive arrows: 9 + 5(bab) + 6(dex) + 1(prayer) + 1(haste) + 1(elation) + 2 (Blessed aim) = 25. 8 + 5(bab) + 6(dex) + 1(prayer) + 1(haste) + 1(elation) + 2(blessed aim) = 24.
Damage 1:
1 + 2 + 1 + 4 + 6(str) + 1(magic) + 1(prayer) = 16.
Damage 2:
5 + 5 + 5 + 1 +6(str) + 1(magic) + 1(prayer) 24. ))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Sep 20, 2006 5:59 am
Arbeiten's healing spell heals some of the wounds. ((21 HP healed.)) Once again, Drogad's web merely melts away when it contacts the giant ooze. Kria's blast partially cracks and melts the icy spot of Ombligo's that it hits, but it isn't quite enough to finish the job. Meanwhile, Dam strikes the spot caused by Sorel's wind spell, splitting off the icy chunk of black mass from the creature. Graigus has no problem in destroying the other spot.
Tanis' fire spell strikes the creature and it shrieks in pain, the unnatural writhing of its body increasing in agitation. Though it is not caught on fire, part of it sizzles away from the spell. More mass does the same as Ignatius fires off another Eldritch Blast.
A droning roar is heard as Gilliam's gun whirs into action. A hail of gunfire passes into the beast with no noticeable change in the monster's condition.
"Attack ineffective!" Gilliam reports as his bullets vanish into the monster.
Astrid's wall of fire bursts into being all around the creature, which emits a terrible shriek and shifts its mass out of the flaming circle, slithering and sliding around the group to attack them from a new position untouched by flame.
Kayla's attack has no effect on the monster.
Farain's arrows explode, sizzling a small bit of mass off the creature.
With a terrible shriek of outrage, the creature explodes in a whirlwind of lancing tentacles and bashing pseudopods. The amorphous appendages stretch to near impossible lengths to strike at their quarry. Despite his invisibility, Coventry is dealt a jarring blow to the face, his flesh sizzling at the acidic contact and a few teeth knocked out from the sheer brute force of the impact.
((Hit, Miss, Hit, Miss, Hit, Miss, Hit, Miss, Crit, Miss. 23 damage to Tanis, 19 damage to Arbeiten, 25 damage to Gorrik, 23 damage to Dam, 23 damage to Astrid, 36 damage to Coventry.))

Posted by: Rusty Wed Sep 20, 2006 6:29 am
((SR check if needed: 13 + 6 [CL] + 2 [feat] = 21 Damage: 1 + 12 = 13.)) *Ombligo casts another Freeze spell, targetting the same general area.* : "Kria, maybe you should use one of those wands! Try the sound one! I bet it won't like that."

Posted by: Cyrus Wed Sep 20, 2006 8:45 am
Gail watches as the monster strikes out full force once again, an especially hard blow moving past her and striking what seemed to be air...until the empty air began to bleed over itself. They couldn't take this assault much longer; this would end soon, regardless of who won. She stared at the ooze, trying to find a weakness, only to find...it was dark. Pure, absorbing darkness. Illumination hit her like an fallen star. Picking a small rock, she concentrates, bright light soon pouring from the object as she lines up the ooze in her sights. She then tosses it at the shifting darkness, watching with a furrow as the light is absorbed by the gaping black void. She needed to think...There has to be something that will end this fast...
[Pick up rock, cast Sunlight on rock, throw rock at ooze, fail. Just for kicks...
Attack: 1d20(16)+6(BAB)+0(DEX)+3(misc.)-4(Fighting Defensively)=21.]

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Sep 20, 2006 2:49 pm
A chuckle sounds from beside Gail, followed only a moment later by the speaking of words of power. [Auto-Defensive Cast] [Cure Serious Wounds: 3 + 4 +7 + 8 = +22 HP Coventry] [Healing Kicker: Sanctuary : Will Save DC 22 to attack] "Strange that a creature of darkness would slap me for that..." A voice remarks flippantly from beside Gail.
[Tumble: 3 + 17 = 20]
[Bluff: 16 + 12 = 28 : I am Gilliam]
A emotionless voice sounds from Gilliam, "Graigus, withdraw at once. Do not be so reckless, you are a valuable asset to the team. No others are willing to warm the bed of our leader." The voice then speaks a word of power.
[Close Wounds: 4 + 5 = 9 : Arbeiten]
[Healing Kicker: Sanctuary : Will Save DC 22 to attack]
Astrid stumbles back at the force of the blow, glancing down at the vicious wound, "Dammit..." She looks up weakly, "None of my remaining spells will be effective, I apologize but I am forced to withdraw from combat." She outlines precise symbols in the air, speaking a few words.
[Defensive Casting: 18 + 2 = 20]
[Resilient Sphere]
The air around her wavers for a moment, then seems solid once more. She drops to her knees weakly, staring down at the ground while breathing heavily, the acid still burning her flesh.

Posted by: Aldur Wed Sep 20, 2006 4:12 pm
Kria nodded at Ombligo and sniggered at the various comments being uttered around the battlefield. Her companions were really taking this lightly. She grinned, taking out the wand and aiming it casually at the huge blob, kinda annoyed at being told to stop blasting. She fired, aiming in tandem with Ombligo.
(( Lesser orb of Sound wand.
UMD: Take 10+8+5 = 23. Autopass. Yawn.
Attack: 13+6(Dex with elation)+5(Bab)+2(Blessed Aim)+1(prayer)+1(Haste)= 28.
Damage: 4+4+2 =10.))

Posted by: Alpha Thu Sep 21, 2006 1:21 am
((My next action depends on whether or not Tanis'll get an AoO from moving away/drinking a potion. He should be 60' away from the ooze, so I wouldn't think he'd be threatened, but I'd like to make sure none the less. So, yes/no?))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Sep 21, 2006 3:36 am
Arbeiten grunts in pain as he is again lashed, then feels healing magic course over him. "So much for rivalry, eh?" he asks the air behind him. Without waiting for a reply, he hurries over towards the dwarven fighter, casting yet another healing spell.
Level 3 cure, Gorrik. 3d8 + 8 healed.

Posted by: Alpha Thu Sep 21, 2006 6:40 pm
Putting some distance between himself and the powerful ooze's immense reach, Tanis uncorks one of his potions and downs it in one, sighing in relief as the healing effects spread though him. [Move 30' back. Should leave Tanis 90' away. Potion of CSW: 3d8 + 3 = 4 + 6 + 4 + 3 = 17]

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu Sep 21, 2006 10:57 pm
"You think our rivalry is over? I would think that healing my rival and myself only proves my superiority." A voice responds tauntingly, "Well, maybe our rivalry is over...but if so, its only because you are hardly a worthy challenge." The voice adds a moment later as a afterthought, "Yes. Pick up the pace or I'll be forced to find a new rival."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Sep 23, 2006 7:30 am
Kria's spell blasts off Ombligo's ice chunk as Gilliam fires his laser, the weapon malfunctioning slightly and not producing as much power as it usually does. Still, it burns through a small section of the beast. Ignatius throws another eldritch blast, burning away some of the monster.
((18 damage... Out of 8d6, I rolled 4 ones. Ignatius has half that many dice and he got the same number... 18.))
Perhaps distracted by the pain of its wounds, only four strikes from the creature manage to land this turn, wounding Doctor Coventry, Mahler, Farain, and Gail. The pseudopods break right through the doctor's much used and trusted sanctuary to the healer's surprise.
((Hit, Hit, Hit, Hit, Miss, Miss, Miss, Miss, Miss, Miss. 22 damage to Doctor Coventry, 28 damage to Mahler (before DR), 20 damage to Farain, 23 damage to Gail.))
Next turn!

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun Sep 24, 2006 2:24 am
Sorel leaps backward as the wind dies down, freezing another section of the ooze. The druid roars, a tornado of sand flying from his maw and striking the ooze in an unfrozen area. ((23 cold damage and a DC 22 Fort save or be knocked back from the last round of Boreal Wind. Move back 40'. Dessicate cast. 16 untyped damage + whatever effect comes from drying the ooze out))
Lunauga maintains his position, watching his allies carefully.
Cracking into being, the fire elemental surges forward, and extends a flaming appendage into the ooze's side.
((To hit: 20. 6 damage + 5 fire.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Sep 24, 2006 4:47 am
((Telling me how my character feels? For shame... For shame... )) There is a light grunt from near Gilliam, then some muttering of magical words. [Auto-Defensive Casting] [Cure Critical Wounds: 1 + 6 + 5 + 7 + 9 = +28 HP Coventry] Then a voice near Gilliam utters a word of power. A wave of healing rushes over the Paladin.
[Close Wounds: 2 + 5 = +7 HP Gail]

Posted by: Cyrus Sun Sep 24, 2006 5:32 am
The paladin, knowing she couldn't wait any longer, rushes forth the mass and strikes it, divine energy or guidance or what have you slamming into the writhing pile of black. [Move however many feet to the ooze and Smite Evil on it. Divine Might.
Attack: 1d20(5)+6(BAB)+3(STR)+1(weapon)+1(Haste)+1(Bless)+1(Prayer)+6(Smite)=24.
Damage: 1d12(8)+3(STR)+6(Smite)+6(Might)=23.]

Posted by: Nightmare Sun Sep 24, 2006 5:58 am
: "Bah! I'm tired o' all this waitin' 'round! There's a battle te be Won! Le's ge'..." Gorrik cuts himself off as he sees Gail rush in to attack the monster before them. "Tha's tha spiri' Gail! Drogad, charge tha' ooze!" Shouted the dwarven paladin as he charged forth on his Large Monsterous Spider towards one of the frozen pieces of the ooze. Hoping to avoid the wind that's causing it to freeze.
Attak
Gorrik: D20 + 7(BAB) + 4(STR) + 2(Axe) + 3(Smite) + 1(Elation) + 1(Haste + 1(Bless) + 2(Charge) - 7(PA) = 16 + 13 = 29
[u]Drogad: D20 = 20 Threat! Confirm = 13, it's an ooze... so... CRIT!
Damage
Gorrik: D10 + 4(STR) + 2(Axe) + 5(smite) + 1(Elation) + 7(PA) = 8 + 19 = 27
Drogad: D8 + 3(Bite) + 3(STR) + 1(Elation) + d6(Poison) = 4 + 7 + 5(Poison) = 11 + 5(STR Damage, FORT Save DC 14)))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:07 pm
Kayla rolls her eyes and fires another shot at the ooze. While the bolt does hit, it does no damage, just like before. "Well, it looks like I'll be leaving this to those more adept at dealing with such a creature." Kayla falls back, being careful as she does so.
[Attack: (1d20+15) 15 + 3 (Bab) + 6 (Dex) + 1 (Haste) + 1 (Prayer) + 1 (Bless) + 1 (Elation) + 2 (Blessed Aim) = 30.
Damage: (1d8+2) 2 + 1 (Prayer) + 1 (Elation) = 4
Also, if it's needed... Tumble: (1d20+16) 12 + 6 (Dex) + 10 (Ranks) = 28. If not, just forget it. ]

Posted by: Rusty Sun Sep 24, 2006 8:13 pm
((Another Freeze Lv. 1 Damage: 7 + 12 = 19.)) *Ombligo, determined to at least slow down the ooze of darkness, casts another Freeze spell, considerably stronger than the last.*

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Sep 25, 2006 3:48 am
The dwarf connected again and again, staff strikes aimed at the amorphous mass before him. ((Last round, Graigus hit twice, rolled a 1 and confirmed with an 8 (which is enough to make it just a miss). This round, all three hit. Damage1: 1d6 +1 (staff) +6 (str) +8 (spikes) +8 (brambles) +1 (prayer) = 28
Damage2: 1d6 +1 (staff) +6 (str) +8 (spikes) +8 (brambles) +1 (prayer) = 25
Damage3: 1d6 +1 (staff) +6 (str) +8 (spikes) +8 (brambles) +1 (prayer) = 28
Damage4: 1d6 +1 (staff) +6 (str) +8 (spikes) +8 (brambles) +1 (prayer) = 26
Damage5: 1d6 +1 (staff) +6 (str) +8 (spikes) +8 (brambles) +1 (prayer) = 25
As for Dicem last round... move 5' away (or at least out of melee range) and pepper it with arrows.
Haste Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +5 (str) +1 (wpn) +2 (blessed aim) +1 (prayer) +1 (pbs) = 18
Damage: 1d8 +1 (str) +1 (prayer) + 1 (pbs) = 9
Attack1: 1d20 +6 (bab) +5 (str) +1 (wpn) +2 (blessed aim) +1 (prayer) +1 (pbs) = 20
Damage: 1d8 +1 (str) +1 (prayer) + 1 (pbs) = 6
Attack2: 1d20 +1 (bab) +5 (str) +1 +1 (wpn) +2 (blessed aim) +1 (prayer) +1 (pbs) = 23
Damage: 1d8 +1 (str) +1 (prayer) + 1 (pbs) = 10
And as for this round...))
"Damnit... some guys just don't know when to die, do they?" the rogue said, peppering it with arrows before finally trading the ranged weapon for his daggers. "This is pointless... time to get down to business, it seems..."
((Attacks first, then change weapons.
Haste Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +5 (str) +1 (wpn) +2 (blessed aim) +1 (prayer) +1 (pbs) =22
Damage: 1d8 +1 (str) +1 (prayer) + 1 (pbs) = 4
Attack1: 1d20 +6 (bab) +5 (str) +1 (wpn) +2 (blessed aim) +1 (prayer) +1 (pbs) = 28
Damage: 1d8 +1 (str) +1 (prayer) + 1 (pbs) = 5
Attack2: 1d20 +1 (bab) +5 (str) +1 +1 (wpn) +2 (blessed aim) +1 (prayer) +1 (pbs) = 16
Damage: 1d8 +1 (str) +1 (prayer) + 1 (pbs) = 5))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Sep 25, 2006 5:33 am
The inky form is not pushed back by the blowing wind even as patches of ice form on its surface from the spell. The dessicating spell appears to have a little effect, but far less than Sorel would've thought. The being recoils from the fire elemental's touch even as Gail and Gorrik's smiting blows fall upon it. The creature shrieks and roars inhumanely, writhing far more agitatedly as it lashes out in pain, the holy-charged weapons disintegrating large chunks of the black mass to white ash that swiftly blows away. The creature ignores Drogad and Kayla's attacks even as Graigus breaks off the icy chunks with the first two blows he lands. The remainder of his attacks uselessly fall onto the body of the creature.
"The creature is weak to divine energy!" Gilliam shouts out as Gorrik and Gail smite the monster. "Use anything of that nature you have!"
((Checks succeeded. Statistic revealed! The monster is Vulnerable to Holy and Divine damage.))
After the freezing, burning and smiting, the creature appears notably smaller, the many assaults of the group having destroyed much of its mass. So too reduced, are its strikes, even though one reaches out near impossibly long to strike at Ombligo. Another strikes Graigus. The others unerringly seek out yet again Gail, Gorrik, and Coventry yet again.
((The monster is now Large instead of Huge. Hit, Hit, Hit, Hit, Hit. 23 damage to Gail, 24 damage to Gorrik, 22 damage to Ombligo, 19 damage to Graigus, 23 damage to Coventry. ))
Ignatius fires another blast, but the creature writhes and splits its body to allow the blast to hit the ground.
The frozen sections long broken off, Dam has nothing to target.
Next turn!

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Sep 25, 2006 5:54 am
"It's not doing anything..." Graigus panted, his strikes ineffective. "Graigus, grab a potion out of my pack," the rogue said, before shaking his head. "I had these all along? You've got to be kidding me..." Then, reverting to his bow once more, he grabbed an odd-looking arrow from the bunch, letting it fly even as the dwarf pulled back and administered aid to the paladin.
"Alright... you heard the tin can, let the holy stuff fly!" Dicem said. "And don't aim for the ice unless your regular attacks have no effect! That means you too, Kria!"
((Graigus: Used CMW potion on Gail. 16 HP healed.
Dicem: Realizes that he's had dragonbreath arrows he could have used the whole time.
Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +5 (str) +1 (wpn) +2 (blessed aim) +1 (prayer) +1 (pbs) = 33
Damage: 1d8 +1 (str) +1 (prayer) + 1 (pbs) = 6 regular, 1 fire, Ref DC 15 or catch on fire))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Sep 25, 2006 5:59 am
((Note to self: Ref save passed.)) "Tin can?" Gilliam mutters. "Nothing like hurling insults to keep up the morale..."

Posted by: Rusty Mon Sep 25, 2006 6:31 am
((Another Freeze Lv. 1 Damage: 7 + 12 = 19. Deja vu.)) *The magic creature groans in pain, fighting back with yet another Freeze spell.* : "We have to blast it with everything all at once!"

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon Sep 25, 2006 6:40 am
The breath catches in Sorel's throat. He seems to sneeze, his head buckling downward. As he raises it again, his eyes glow white as the scents of sulfur and incense bite through the ooze's odor of death. A column of white flame strikes into the very heart of the beast.
((Flamestrike cast, positioned behind it so no one else gets hit. 36 damage, 18 fire, 18 divine. 36 divine after VULNERABILITY))
Lunauga hovers silently over the steadily shrinking ooze.
((Maintain positon 80' above the ooze, which is 40' above the Flamestrike))
The fire elemental lands another blow onto the ooze, the impact doing nothing even as bits of the monstrosity burn away.
((Hit. Fist damage ignored, 6 fire damage dealt))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Sep 25, 2006 6:55 am
((Kno [tactics]: 1d20 +4 (ranks) +5 (int) + 1 (prayer) = 21)) This doesn't make sense, the rogue thought, analyzing the ooze's combat patterns in his mind. It keeps targeting... the holy members of the group? No, he corrected himself. Coventry's a lot of things, but a holy man isn't one of them. Unless... it's not that he's holy, but that he's...
"Arbeiten, use your best healing spell on that damn ooze now!" the rogue said. "Don't ask questions - do it! Everyone else, if you've got a healing item use it on either a paladin or a healer!"

Posted by: Cyrus Mon Sep 25, 2006 8:35 am
Gail gasps as a pseudopod smashes into her stomach, a red mist escaping her mouth as she coughs from the accumulated force of the blows. Staggering back, the paladin notices the monk rushing over to her, potion in hand. Accepting the gift with a grateful nod, she swigs it down quickly and tosses the bottle, letting the restorative do its work as she says a quick thank you to the good samaritan. With renewed vigor, the silver haired warrior then thrusts her blade into the crawling void, the poorly aimed thrust not driving deeply despite the divine aura surrounding it.
[Take the "administered" potion, then Smite ooze again. Divine Might.
Attack: 1d20(3)+6(BAB)+3(STR)+6(Smite)+1(Weapon)+3(buffs)=22.
Damage: 1d12(2)+3(STR)+6(Smite)+6(Might)+1(Prayer)=18*2(Holy vunerability)=36.]

Posted by: Tarethen Mon Sep 25, 2006 3:40 pm
Phased slightly from the attack by the ooze, Farain shook his head and soon regained his composure. "That hurt, you bastard." He lifted his bow and sent two explosive arrows at the ooze. (( 1d20: 18 + 5(bab) +6(dex) + 1(prayer) + 1(haste) + 1(elation) + 2(blessed aim) = 34. Hit.
1d20: 12 +5(bab) + 6(dex) + 1(prayer) + 1(haste) + 1(elation) + 2(blessed aim) = 28. Hit.
Damage: Exploding arrows plus Tanis' flame arrow.
Arrow 1:
4d6: 5 + 2 + 3 + 5 + 6(str) + 1(magic) + 1(prayer) = 23.
Arrow 2:
4d6: 5 + 5 + 5 +6 +6(str) + 1(magic) + 1(prayer) = 29.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Mon Sep 25, 2006 3:50 pm
"Our ancestors had a talent for self-destruction that bordered on genius, let's try not to continue in their heritage." A voice comments drily from nearby, "How about we start out with a weak positive energy spell to see what the effect is before we do something we regret?"
The voice then mutters magical words.
[Auto-Defensive Cast]
[Cure Critical Wounds: 8 + 8 + 7 + 4 + 9 = +36 HP Coventry]
[Tumble: 7 + 17 = 24]
The voice then speaks a word of power from another location.
[Close Wounds: 2 + 5 = +7 HP Ombligo]
After spending a moment to recollect her wits and observe the battle, Astrid once more begins casting. The sky above the creature darkens and a bolt of lightning arcs down into the region just recently struck by Ombligo's freeze spell.
[Bolt] ( Ain't got nothing else.)
[Damage: 26 Electric]

Posted by: Alpha Mon Sep 25, 2006 4:39 pm
Feeling much better with his wounds healed for the most part, Tanis casts a spell of sound at the ooze, throwing as much of his power into it as he can. [Cast Empowered Sound Lance Damage: (6d8) x 1.5 + 4 = (6 8 3 7 6 4) x 1.5 + 4 = 55 Fortitude save DC19 for half damage]

Posted by: Aldur Mon Sep 25, 2006 8:57 pm
Kria again brandishes her wand, threatrically in the air as another globe of sonic energy slams deep into the Gelatinous monster. ((15+5+1+2+1+1 = 24. Hit. UMD: Autopass. Damage: 15. Lesser orb of sound.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Sep 25, 2006 9:31 pm
((Mahler has bless weapon on... it's just not been used since I haven't been around. Full Attack, 1 smite, PA 5. 1d20 + 13 + 1 (EL) + 1 (HS) + 1 (PR) + 1 (BL) + 2 (BS) - 5 (PA) + 1 (smite) = 8 + 15 = 23. 1d20 + 14 = 14 + 14 = 28. 1d20 + 14 = 8 + 14 = 22.
Damage
2d8 + 8 + 1 (EL) + 1 (PR) + 2 (PS) + 5 (PA) + 4 (SM) = 5 + 3 + 21 = 29 * 2 = 58.
2d8 + 17 = 8 + 5 + 17 = 30 * 2 = 60.
2d8 + 17 = 1 + 1 + 17 = 19 * 2 = 28.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Tue Sep 26, 2006 2:40 am
Usually not content to remain idle thus far, Langston's patience had been stretching further and further as he continued his moves about. No weakness had presented itself; no noticeable flaws in it's ability to repel his teammates from any of their positions. He moved in from his position at the side then and struck towards any patches of it's body he could damage.
(( 9 + 4 + 6 + 1 = 20
Damage: 1d6 = 6))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Sep 26, 2006 3:12 am
Arbeiten nods as Coventry speaks wisdom, then reaches out a gauntleted fist with a prayer to Mitula. Action: Cast heal light wounds on the thingy. 1d8 + 5.

Posted by: Nightmare Tue Sep 26, 2006 3:20 am
Gorrik makes note to the effectiveness of his axe and continues his assault, Only swinging once. ((Attack Axe: D20 + 7(BAB) + 4(STR) + 2(Axe) + 3(Smite) + 1(Elation) + 1(Haste + 1(Bless) + 2(Charge) - 7(PA) = 4 + 13 = 17 Damage Gorrik: D10 + 4(STR) + 2(Axe) + 5(smite) + 1(Elation) + 7(PA) = 7 + 19 = 26))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Sep 26, 2006 3:21 am
Dam's flaming arrow burns the monster a little bit, then sputters and goes out. Farain's fiery bolts do far better, burning away two grapefruit-sized chunks of the beast. The healing spell has no effect, harmful or helpful on the beast. Sorel's pillar of flame is by far the most impressive of the group's efforts, burning away nearly a quarter of the remaining black ooze.
Tanis' spell then blasts away the frozen part of the beast even as Gail and Mahler rend apart the remnants of the beast, their weapons disintegrating the foul mass as they touch the void-dark ooze. Finally the monster gives one last inhuman shriek before shrinking smaller and smaller, imploding in upon itself and disappearing with a popping sound.
((Victory! Everyone gains 1200 XP.))

Posted by: Tarethen Tue Sep 26, 2006 4:03 am
Farain gains a level! Farain is now RNGR level 2! +11 HP! +1 BAB! +1 FORT!
+1 REF!
+6 ranks in hide!
Gained Feat: Favored of the Champions!
+1 Max Skill Rank!
Gained Combat Skill Rapid Shot!

Posted by: Nightmare Tue Sep 26, 2006 6:04 am
((Gorrik gains a level! Gorrik is now a Dwarven Defender! Paladin5/Fighter2/Dwarven Defender1 + 15 HP! + 1 STR!
+ 1 AC!
+ 1 BAB!
+ 2 FORT!
+ 2 WILL!
+ 1 Rank in Ride!
Gorrik gained Defensive Stance 1/Day!))
: "AHA!" Shouted Gorrik triumphantly as the blob faded from existance. "I knew we could do it! Be proud o' yerselves folks, ye did great!"

Posted by: Rusty Tue Sep 26, 2006 7:44 am
((Ombligo is now level 8! [Sorcerer 6/Stormcaster 2] Lv. 1: Replace Ray of Enfeeblement with Ray of Clumsiness, take Enlarge Person Lv. 2: Baleful Transposition Lv. 3: Greater Mighty Whallop +1 BAB
+1 FORT save
+1 REF save
+1 WILL save
Resistance to electricity 10
+7 HP
+1 rank in Concentration
+1 rank in Knowledge (Arcana)
+1 rank in Spellcraft
+1 rank in Listen
+1 rank in Profession (Gambler)
1 point in CHA
RPing and whatnot to come soon. Probably a new topic as well.))

Posted by: Cyrus Tue Sep 26, 2006 9:05 am
[Gail advances to a 7th level Paladin! +10 HP! +1 BAB! +1 FORT Save! +2 ranks in Sense Motive!
+2 ranks in Concentration!
+1 point to INT!]
Gail recoils as the ooze implodes on itself, expecting, for a moment, an eruption of inky blackness to swallow them whole. When the mass simply disappears, the paladin lets down her guard slowly, her brow furrowed in suspicion as her sword and shield drift to her sides. When anything fails to happen, her eyes lift appropritely, staring at the field of dead flora the ooze had writhed in moments before. "That was shorter than I expected...Fierce, but short." Her gaze continues to fall upon the slime's resting place, the calling of holy sight taking her concentration as she scans the recent battlefield.
[Detect Evil on the ground, wherever it had contact with the ooze.]

Posted by: Alpha Tue Sep 26, 2006 9:43 am
((Tanis is now a level 7 Warmage! +3 HP +1 rank in Concentration +1 rank in Intimidate +2 ranks in Knowledge [Arcana]
+2 ranks in Spellcraft
+1 point to CON
+7 HP from CON increase.
Tanis can learn Sudden Empower…
…Sudden Empower already taken. Please choose a different Metamagic Feat.
Tanis learns Sudden Maximise!
Can cast 1 extra 2nd level spell per day.
Can cast 1 extra 3rd level spell per day.))
Sighing in relief that the enemy had been vanquished and that he'd received no further injury, Tanis walks over to the group from where he'd been standing back.
: "I'm very glad that's over," he says, looking around at his companions, smiling slightly as he does so.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Sep 26, 2006 3:57 pm
"I think I have to agree, Tanis," Dicem said. "Gail, Sorel, Mahler... check the surrounding area, see how much damage that thing did. Graigus, Gorrik, Gilliam... scout around a bit, see if there's naything that might still be hanging around and decidedly not dead. Kayla, Lang, you're with me; we're gonna see what our dead devil friends left us as parting gifts. The rest of you heal up as best you can; I don't want to be here any longer than I have to."
((Graigus takes Monkey Shen 1; update and stats pending for both him and Dicem, who leveled the battle before.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Sep 26, 2006 11:01 pm
"I don't detect anything else in range, begining patrol..." Gilliam says, begining to move out. A few minutes later, what little can be scrounged from the devil squad is piled up. The rest is too badly damaged to be of any value or use. ((3 suits of Centaur Full Plate, 1 suit of Centaur Full Plate Masterworked, 160 platinum pieces, Elixer of Fire Breath, Bead of Force. 500 gold in various items.))

Posted by: Aldur Tue Sep 26, 2006 11:03 pm
Kria sighed, sheathing her wand and descended to the ground, idly walking over to Ignatius, humming to herself.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Sep 27, 2006 12:16 am
((You have another day before you hit Granseal. I will be updating this in a day or two, so do whatever RPing you wish in that time.))

Posted by: Cyrus Wed Sep 27, 2006 12:25 am
Gail nods at her orders, a small smile of relief appearing on her face as the holy sight fades. She turns to her two companions before turning back to the charred ground. "Though the ground is burned, it seems there isn't any desecration, as I first thought." Her eyes follow the trail the monster had left in it's destructive wake, all dead grass and scorched earth. "I guess we should be thankful for that..."

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Wed Sep 27, 2006 12:35 am
Sorel, in human form once more, allows his eyes to trace the path of destruction the creature had left, dead grass and scorched earth. The ooze had brought death with its touch; in the mere prescence of this chaotic corrosive abyss all that lived burned away.
: "No desecration?" Sorel echoes, even as he hunched down and ran his fingers through the now barren soil.

Posted by: Cyrus Wed Sep 27, 2006 12:47 am
Gail, confused by the druid repeating her words, took another look at the vast swath of devastation and realized what she had said. Her head bowed and eyes closed, she remained silent, surprised and guilty at her own ignorance.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Sep 27, 2006 1:32 am
Kayla sighs heavily, a little disappointed that she couldn't do more to help bring the ooze down. She goes with Dam as she is told to gather what items can be scrounged from the dead Devils. After they have brought what little they could find back, Kayla walks over to Astrid and hands her the crossbow as well as the pouch with the bolts inside.
"Thank you for lending me your weapon; I'm such disappointed that I couldn't do more." Kayla chuckles and shakes her head. "What am I saying? This isn't the time to whine." She pauses a moment, before speaking again. "By the way, how are you holding up?"
[I'm hoping to get in an RP session with Astrid if I get a hold of Kai.]

Posted by: Cyrus Wed Sep 27, 2006 4:22 am
"What WAS that thing? I remembered all I could then checked my auxiliary databanks twice and I couldn't find anything that resembled that... THING in them!" Gilliam says after returning from his patrol. "Nothing to report, by the way. Area is clear."
Farain placed his bow along his back once more, dusting his hands off. "That... was something that not even technology could explain..."
"It was nothing," Sorel says, rising and letting the black soil fall through his fingers. "You looked into it. Saw the nonexistence of it even as it ripped life away. It was an abyss."
"How did something like that end up here?" Farain asked, looking at the area Sorel had picked the soil up from.
"I don't know..." Gilliam says, looking at the burnt path of ground. "I'm certain it wasn't anything of this world...Perhaps a gate? Some fool meddling with the ability to traverse time and space? That is how the devils were summoned here, after all..."
"Mmm... maybe not a fool, but a madman," Dicem commented. "I've met more than my fair share of men who're sick in the head, and I can tell you that sometimes people make and do horrible things just because they can."
Lunauga lofts to a landing nearby Gilliam. "That was scary," he remarks, looking over the devestation with his huge unreadable eyes.
Farain watched at the giant bird made a landing, taking a few steps back as it did. "I'll never get over seeing a bird that big..."
Lunauga's head whips around eerily to face Farain. "Hey, you're a horse-person. It's probably pretty easy for you to get used to odd stuff." Then the owl's head faces Gilliam. "Is that uncomfortable?"
"Is what?"
"All that armor." the owl says.
Gail, who had watching silently, chuckled lightly at Lanauga's response to Farain. "It seems he's plenty accustomed to you. Couldn't you at least return the favor?"
"Depends on how you look at it, I bet," Dicem said quietly.
Farain folded his arms over his chest. "While he is probably use to me, I've never had the pleasure of meeting a giant featherduster." Farain looked to Lunauga. "But, I admit. He's fascinating."
Lunauga takes off, kicking up the air around him and lands on the other side of Gilliam. "I don't know, it looks awfully heavy from every side."
"It's fine... I'm quite used to it," Gilliam says.
"Do you sleep in it?" The owl asks. "Maybe that's why you have such bad dreams."
Sorel clears his throat. "Lunauga." he says sternly.
"That's a bit truer than you know..." Gilliam says, quietly.
"Yes...fascinating," Gail whispers to herself as she watches the exchange between the owl and the cyborg.
Gilliam sinks deep into thought.
"Well, if we're all done twiddling our thumbs," Dicem said, "Let's get a move on. We don't have all day to sit here; once everyone's healed up, we're getting back on the road."
Gail nods, going off to administer the healing she had left to those who need it.

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Wed Sep 27, 2006 5:00 pm
"Ew," he muttered after the ooze's defeat, rather simply. Falling in line with Dam and Kayla he began his search through the remnants of those that had the misfortune of being caught between them and a soft burny place. Langston gains a level!
HP increases by 4!
DEX increases by 1!
BAB increases by 1!
FORT increases by 1!
WILL increases by 1!
Learned Acrobatic Charge!
Learned Defensive Roll!
Climb skill increases by 1!
Jump skill increases by 1!
Balance skill increases by 1!
Tumble skill increases by 1!
Hide skill increases by 1!
Move Silently skill increases by 1!
Use Rope skill increases by 1!
Disable Device skill increases by 1!
Search skill increases by 1!

Posted by: Nightmare Fri Sep 29, 2006 6:59 am
Once the group settled down, and everyone's assigned tasks were completed, Gorrik made sure he sought out his fellow Paladin of The Light. : "Excuse me Gail.. bu' I'd like te make an apology fer wha' happened earlier when we were fightin' tha' there ooze."
:
Gail raises a silver brow as the dwarf lays out his apology. "I don't remember you doing anything to offend me."
: "Well, the commen' tha' was mysteriosly made from my general direction, tha' sounded similar te my own voice... I' said somethin' 'bou' the light needin' te get off it's 'Lazy arse'. I jus' wanted te clear thin's up and let you know tha' I didn' actually say tha'."
:
Gail merely remains confused as Gorrik explains, until the incident is replayed in her memory, provoking a light chuckle from the paladin as she shakes her head. "You have nothing to apologize for. I have an inkling I know who really said that...and it happened to me, as well." She then turns to the dwarf, a smile on her face. "Or did you think that me was me who said that?"
: "Well," Gorrik chuckles heartily "Te tell ye the truth... I'm no' entirely sure what ye... errr... the voice, was talkin' abou'. Somethin' about a 'Puff puff'."
:
"Ah...I see," Gail says, pausing as a disturbed look crosses her face. I guess I do sound like that...She then continues, her voice almost imperceptably higher and softer. "Well, it isn't a problem anymore, really...though, I thank you for taking the time to apologize for something like that. A few members could take a few things away from such an example...," she says, her brow furrowing slightly.
: "Well, thank ye'young lass," Gorrik added in akwardly, realizing he said something to upset his fellow paladin, he decided to throw as many compliments her way to try and right the situation. "Bu' I'm sure tha' a smart. polite an' beautiful lady like yerself wouldn' need te learn tha' lesson." Please work. Gorrik repeated to himself over and over in his head. It always worked with the dwarven ladies back in North Cliff, and all he could do was hope it was a universal thing.
:
Gail's brow rises with the flood of compliments the fighter sends her way, before her lips crack into a smile, her body quivering as she manages to barely restrain a laugh. She shakes her head once more, silver hair flowing from side to side as she does. "If you think you've insulted me, I can assure you that's not the case," she says as she calms down, her breathing becoming level. "Though, if you had, that probably wouldn't have worked."
: "Oh..." the Defender was clearly emberassed by this. "Well... it always seemed te work on all the ladies back home, so I hoped tha' i'd work fer everyone." The dwarf was clearly trailing off as his sentance ended.
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The paladin's grin falls as Gorrik progresses into mumbling, a sigh billowing forth as he becomes more and more self-concious. "Looks like it's my turn to apologize. That was offensive of me, and you clearly didn't deserve it."
: "Oh... no, no... Here. Let's star' over. My name's Gorrik." says while extending a hand. "An' wha's yer name lass?"
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Gail smiles at the simple gesture, taking the dwarf's main hand with her shield hand. "Gail."
: "Ah, nice te meet ye Gail." Gorrik chuckles a little, feeling a bit silly for doing this, but it was the first thing that sprung to mind.
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Gail returns the chuckle, a warm smile coming over her face as she plays along. "Please, the pleasure is mine."
((Aaaaannnndddd.... scene.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Sep 29, 2006 1:20 pm
(This was written up before the battle but it was decided to wait and post it after.) An elegant young maiden walks over to Tanis, her ears identifying her to be of elven lineage, she bows slightly in greetings, "My name is Astrid Melantha... I noted that you are a mage and meant to speak with you." She holds a spellbook at her side which she holds up slightly, "I thought we might exchange spells in order to increase our repertoire."
Tanis smiles at the mage, and nods his head in greeting. "Greetings Astrid Melantha. My name's Tanis Nedassar. I'm afraid to say though, your deductions are slightly off." He indicates his head as he says his next sentence, "My spellbook is up here, as I am a warmage."
The wizardess chuckles slightly in embarrassment, "So I see..." She shakes her head, "I should work on focusing my powers of deduction."
Tanis smiles again. "Not really," he says. "Many people have made the same mistake. Even Mr. Dicem, our expedition leader, asked to see my spellbook once." He looks down at his robes, them not being the most typical warmage attire.. "Though I suppose wearing robes such as these likely doesn't help people."
The wizardess shakes her head, "No... The armor should have given it away." She rubs her head, "Well, I assume a battle mage focuses on combat spells then. Interesting, while I travel with you shall I focus on enhancement spells then?"
Tanis nods. "That would extremely helpful," he says. "We have been in need of a capable support caster since almost the beginning of our journey, and even more so recently," he explains. "Myself, I know no support magic, and Ombligo, our magic creature sorcerer knows very little. And our third arcane caster left us recently." He pauses for a moment. "Though, looking back on it, Morgan didn't have many enchantments in his spell repertoire either," he adds as an afterthought.
"Duly noted." The wizardess nods, "This is quite the group, how did you end up with it?"
Tanis considers the question. "I suppose we each have our own reasons for joining this expedition. And those reasons led us all together to meet in Hassan to take on the assignment. And whilst I know only my own reasons, and perhaps Kria's, I can understand that we appear to be quite the mixed group."
"I've rarely seen a group more mixed." She shakes her head, "Not a bad thing but it could lead to conflict." She runs a hand over her spellbook, "Fools and wisemen... Well, I was hoping to discuss magical theories but I suppose discussing magical deployment would work nearly as well." She smiles, "You seem quite able in magic ability... It's a pity that you were trained as a warmage and not a mage proper. You might have reached the ranks of the Archmagi."
Astrid gets a frown from Tanis at this remark. Conventional wizardry had never interested him the way being a warmage did. Shaking the frown away, he says "I thank you, but being a warmage is my chosen craft and has always been what I'm best at. And who knows what level I may reach as one."
"You are more interested in something other than magical progress?" She smiles slightly, "I see that you've made up your mind on the subject and I can see the value of focusing your efforts on destruction in this dark time." The wizardess nods, "If I might ask, what do you plan on utilizing your skills for in the long run?"
The question makes Tanis stop for consideration. "I don't actually have a set course planned out for me," he says, frowning slightly again. "I expect it would always be possible for me to find a place in a military somewhere," he says slowly. "However, even though the course my life has taken requires discipline and order, I still find myself longing to roam around, instead of staying in one place for any lengthy period of time." He shrugs. "It's the catfolk side of me," he says with a smile. "Rather than the warmage side."
"So you value freedom?" Astrid says understandingly, "There are few things of more importance." She sighs, "To be able to go and do what one wants... That is truly something worth fighting for."
"I'm glad you understand," Tanis replies. "It can be difficult when different parts of my life conflict as very few of my people follow the course I've chosen. " he says. He then asks, "What about you? What do you plan on using your skills for later on in life?"
"I have a feeling that I'll be doing some wandering of my own." The Wizardess chuckles, "Continuing to progress in my studies, of course, as I do so. I find that a bit of chaos can yield experience that years of study never could." She frowns slightly, "Though both approaches have merit."
Tanis nods. It was the answer he'd sort of been expecting. "That makes sense," he says. "People involved in arcana often strive continuously to better themselves at it. Though that's something I'm only saying from my personal experience."
"Well..." Astrid smiles knowingly, "I do have a few other interests but... You'd think them strange." She shrugs, "One can only perfect their skills to a certain before it becomes meaningless unless they put them to use."
"I know exactly what you mean," Tanis says. "Such things are proven at the college where I trained. Though it may be because of that that I have very few interests, other than my craft." He shrugs. "Oh well. It's not as if I can't develop any in the near future."
The wizardess chuckles, "You sound like the perfect candidate for some military somewhere." She looks at him seriously, "I just hope the organization that eventually makes you that offer you just cannot refuse is one worthy of your talents."
Tanis laughs slightly at this. "You mean the perfect candidates who would get restless and want to leave in order to travel and wander?" he asks. "I'm not sure that really works," he says with a smile. "Though, I suppose you never know. If the unit was one that journeyed often, then perhaps."
"You just need a more open position." She responds with a smile, "Perhaps I'll have the honor of recruiting you at some point in the future. I'm certain that we could have use for a wandering warmage."
"I suppose," Tanis replies. "And thank you. I'll bear that in mind, though it could potentially not happen for quite some time. I'm thinking of journeying with Ignatius to the far eastern reaches of Parmecia. Still. That's only a maybe at the moment."
"Who knows, perhaps we'll deal with the Empire together." Astrid responds, "One never knows what the future holds in store." She frowns, "Ignatius... He is an interesting character."
"To be honest, I know little of him," is Tanis' reply. " I expect Kria would know more. Though one of the only reasons I offered was because I've wanted to go to that part of Parmecia for quite some time. Though his cause does sound just also," he adds as an afterthought.
"What exactly is his cause?" Astrid questions, "I've had little dealings with Vandals but I know that they are creatures to be wary of."
"It seems to be a mix of two," Tanis replies. "He informed us that Destonia has once more invaded Aspinia, and he wants troops in order to help fight back. This I think is a sound cause. However, the other seems slightly…insane to me." He pauses for a moment. "He intends to hunt down Galm, the strongest of the Vandals."
"While Destonia seeks to conquer the nations around it, I have heard that it treats its own citizens well." Astrid remarks thoughtfully, "I wonder if it extends that care to the citizens it wins in battle. Regardless, the Empire is not an enemy to be taken lightly. Perhaps it would be wiser to seek out better allies for this struggle." Astrid continues, "Enlisting other great powers could accomplish this goal with much less bloodshed and loss of life. The danger is that they will be weary of war but I'm certain that those to whom I've sworn allegiance would be more than willing to aid in this. Galam is not a land of cowards." She shakes her head, "Hunting down a Vandal without the aid of the truly powerful is nothing short of insanity however."
Tanis nods at Astrid's word. "Perhaps you should counsel Ignatius in the matter. In a situation such as this, it would likely be catastrophic to not prepare wisely," he says. "Though I think that's one reason why he travels with us: to find and potentially enlist Max."
"I see..." Astrid replies softly, "Max is a powerful warrior but even he alone cannot match the aid of an entire nation." She looks at Tanis with a frown, "I know you wander freely...but would you really follow someone so rash?"
"It would wholly depend on who ends up going," Tanis replies. "I would not go if there wasn't a good chance that those who I travelled with could not make a significant difference for the better to the situation," he says. "I would not throw my life away."
"Good to know, I would hate for someone of your talent to die needlessly." Astrid replies, "Freedom is important but sometimes it pays to work in a larger organization."
"I think I would hate almost anybody to die needlessly," is Tanis' answer. "But yes, you are right."
"Indeed." Astrid nods, "I look forward to discussion tactically use of magic with you at some point in the future...but for now I think I will get back to studying my spells." She nods, "Good fortune."
"Yes," Tanis says. "And to you."
...
The sharp ears of Sorel immediately note the soft sound of footsteps approaching him. As they come to a stop, a voice speaks from the thin air, "Just look at that... I told you, she's a dirty slut."
Sorel scowls. "What is your fascination with these parlor tricks, Alastor?"
"I don't have a talking pet owl." The voice sighs wearily, "It's the next best thing."
Lunauga swoops down soundlessly and alights in the grass beside Sorel. "Someone talking about me?" he asks.
"Light damn-it, see, that's just cool." The voice replies enthusiastically, "I don't have anything like that."
Lunauga's eyes fix directly on the space where Coventry should be. "Why aren't you there?"
"What do you mean?" The voice answers, clearly perplexed, "I'm standing right here..."
The owl rears back, and claps its wings together with considerable force over the seemingly empty space.
The voice lets out a yelp followed by sounds of feet shuffling back, "Why are you attacking me?"
"What do you mean?" The owl answers, clearly perplexed, "I was just seeing if you were really there. Weird..."
"What's wrong with you?" The voice responds, clearly irate, "I'm standing right here. See if I'm here...most creatures would use their eyes for that." It lowers to a grumpy mutter, "I thought owls could see well in the dark."
"But you're not there," Lunauga insists. "You can't see something if it's not there. But I felt you. I don't get it."
The dwarven paladin notices a commotion coming from around Lunauga and Sorel, and wonders over to enquire. "Hello there Sorel, Lunauga... I couldn' help bu' notice a little commotion from over here. Wha' seems te be the problem?"
"But I am here." The voice replies, "You can hear me and feel me, maybe something's wrong with your eyes..." It pauses, then continues thoughtfully, "You know, something like this happened to my sister once. Maybe its a family curse. She ran away with a sailor and when she came back a few weeks later no one recognized her."
"Ah... Doctor Coventry. I shoulda known ye'd be involved somehow." Gorrik frowns in the general direction of the good Doctor's voice.
Lunauga is still confused. "But how come I can't see you if there's no tree around? I remember Sorel's wife used to be able to do something like that, but she had to be around a tree."
Sorel's face whitens.
"Why hello there, Gorrik." The voice responds cheerfully, ignoring the owl's comment, "How's the giant spider faring?"
"Oh, Drogad?" the dwarf asked rhetorically "He shoul' be jus' fine. He's a little upse' tha' he couldn' really help agains' tha' gian' blob o' goo, bu' he'll ge' over i'."
"Oh... I see..." The voice grows soft. "Everyone has cool pets but me..." The voice whines pitifully, "It's just not fair."
"Just' take a few levels in Ranger, Druid or Paladin and you'll get one." The defender laughs out of character-ly.
"You wouldn't be satisfied with one pet," Sorel says darkly, "Which is why, I imagine, you play with the group as if it were an ant farm."
"Your one to talk. You have to choose. " The voice declares fiercely, "You can't have Ombligo and Lunauga. You have to give one of them up for me." The voice is silent for a moment, then adds, "...and I don't farm aunts."
"Ye know... even if Ombligo was to be someone's pe'. Don'cha think tha' he should be the one te chose who he would belong to?" Gorrik raises an eyebrow to the general direction of Coventry's voice, still unsure of where he really is.
"Not really... Pets don't get a choice." Coventry replies, "I mean, look at Graigus. He didn't make a choice to be Dicem's pet."
"An' jus' wha' is i' ye're implin' by tha'?"
"Nothing..." The voice replies innocently, "They're just fairy nice guys."
Lunauga turns to Gorrik, confused. "How come you don't ever end your words?"
Gorrik turns towards the giant owl. "I'm no' to sure jus' wha' ye mean. I soun' jus' fine in my head."
Ombligo approaches the group, bubbling with joy, "Hey! What are you talking about?"
[Bluff: 19 + 12 = 31 : I am an old know-it-all]
A elderly voice responds from Sorel, "I was just explaining to Lunauga why you'll always be my favorite."
The magic creature giggles, "Out of the whole group?"
Sorel barks a bitter laugh, "Beautiful. Petty emotional manipulation. Is there no end to which you will not stoop for your own base amusement?"
Ombligo rubs his shell, confused.
"Hmmmm..." The voice answers thoughtfully, "I can't be sure. When I find out, I'm certain you'll be the first to know."
"I don't doubt it," Sorel says.
Lunauga clacks his beak. "What's going on? I don't get it."
"We were talking about what lengths we'd go to in order to defeat evil." The voice replies.
"Oh," Lunauga says. "I'd go pretty far. Like a mile or so."
Ombligo exclaims, "I'll stop at nothing to stop the bad guys! Isn't that right, Sorel?"
Sorel nods. "It is. You performed very well today."
The magic creatures giggles, floating up and down.
"True..." The voice responses, "But when it comes to killing, I think the awards this time go to Tanis and Sorel." It continues approvingly, "Well done."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Sep 30, 2006 4:04 am
In only a few short days the town of Granseal is visible in the distance... Founded only a few years ago to protect Arc Valley, Granseal has experienced a growth explosion since its founding. Due to the proximity of it to several Ancient and magical ruins, adventurers of all sorts have settled here under the rule of King Nosshu I. Since the town is barely three years old, nearly all of the structures are new, and a solid infrastructure isn't present yet.
The half-completed castle of Granseal along with its Valley Wall that bars the way to the Devil's Tower rises in the north of the town, workers swarming over it constantly.
A mixture of optimism and caution seems to be in the air here...

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun Oct 01, 2006 3:11 pm
((Mahler becomes level 7 (Ftr 1/Pal 4/Jugg 2)! HP increase by 15! BAB increases by 1! FORT increases by 1! Intimidate increases by 2!
Kno(Relig) increases by 1!
Mahler gains Charge Bonus +1!
Mahler gains Construct Perfection I!

- Immunity to lethal damage
- Immunity to extra damage from critical hits

))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun Oct 01, 2006 3:47 pm
"Alright... start taking care of whatever business you need to," Dicem said, as the group arrived in the town. "The usual suspects need to gather some intel, especially about our employer and his whereabouts. Besides that, make whatever purchases you need to; I suspect we'll have at least one more run-in with the devils before this is all through."

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