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Posted by: Rusty Sun Nov 28, 2004 8:36 pm
((Continue...))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Nov 29, 2004 7:14 pm
((New rules on instant kills, as per TUM's decision... Basically, it was getting top be overkill. As such, when you confirm an instant kill you instead gain one for your crit multiplier [as in you get a guaranteed crit, but instead of it being x2 it'd be x3]. Instant kills still exist though you need to have a natural 20 to get them. Whatever the heck that means, anyway...))
Garudaos pressed his attack further, giving the traitor no quarter. All his remorse and kindness was gone, and in it's place remained only indignation an bloodlust. The greatsword sparked up for a split second, before he brought it crashing down upon Sera mercilessly. As if it wern't enough, he leveled another blow towards her midsection, aiming to cleaver her in half.
"Be split in twain!"
((Attack1: 1d20 + 12 = 19 = 31; Crit threat
Confirm: 1d20 = 19... (you have to be kidding me...); increased crit threat
Confirm: 1d20 = 18; crit mod increases from x2 to x3
Damage: (2d6 + 1d8 + 8)*3 = 22*3 = 66 damage
Attack2: 1d20 + 12 = 25
Damage: 2d6 + 1d8 + 8 = 22))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Nov 30, 2004 4:07 am
Daran manages to finish repairs on Solomon just as Garoudaos' attack lands. Solomon comes online as Garoudaos shears through Sera's defenses and flesh in a sickly gout of blood. Sera screams horribly, falling on her back, blood everywhere on her. Her face suddenly changes from one of rage and hate to a pain-filled confusion. The Cornugon screeches and vanishes in a puff of sulfurous smoke.
Music: http://perso.club-internet.fr/beaugran/cd/sf1_ost/14%20-%20Sad%20Theme.mp3
: "What... What is happening..." Sera says, shaking her head as blood leaks from her mouth. "I feel it... My... My mind is my own once more... God... Goddess... What... What have I done?"
: "Sera..." Daran says, looking around, uncertainly.
: "No... I am dying... There is nothing you can do to stop it... It is better this way..." Sera says, haltingly, tears running down her cheeks. "I... I don't think I could stand to live a day longer... knowing what I did... They... They're going to do what they did to me... to everyone... Suppress the good and infuse evil... You... You've got to stop them... They're going to destroy everything... Everything... everyone..." Sera is halted suddenly by a fit of coughing. It is clear that the only thing keeping her alive is sheer will. "The... The artifact we recovered from the ruins... It's... key to their plans... Potions... in my pouch... Take them, stay clear of the... staff... The... The queen... My... best friend... What have I done... I... I'm sorry... Mitula forgive me... I... am... sor..."
Sera never finishes the word, her eyes closing and heart stilling.
Victory!
Everyone gains 5,000 XP!

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Nov 30, 2004 4:30 am
Solomon watches the chest cease to rise and fall, but waits until the pulse stops beating in her neck before announcing in a voice devoid of emotion, "Life signs failed. Subject deceased. Has the queen's room been secured?"

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Nov 30, 2004 5:53 am
((Ivellas' levelup pending... too many feats to choose from x_X)) *Ivellas' jaw dropped in shock with the revelation. Whatever power they were dealing with was far above anything they were prepared to deal with. A tear was almost ready to well up in his eye due to the great travesty that had just occurred. Of all people... Sera Moonflow. She had been corrupted and CONTROLLED! A priestess of Mitula, and obviously a powerful one at that. She had been CONTROLLED! What power could do such a thing!? For the first time in a long time, Ivellas felt fear. He couldn't get over the immense power necessary to control someone of her stature. There was a large possibility, now, that she wasn't the only one. Simone's words again rang true in his head... something big was going down, and given the demon that had just been conjured in front of them, Ivellas saw the reality of "undead and monsters bowing before Queen Anri." They needed to enter the queen's chambers quickly. He had thought he had heard voices inside earlier, and if the artifact really is a means to the Strife Lords' plans, this needed to stop. Advancing on Sera's fallen body, Ivellas looks over the utter carnage they had brought. she had been evil, and as he had wished, she had been purged... but at what cost? Without saying a word, but looking utterly serious and solemn, he found three items, and he made sure to leave the staff well enough alone. Slowly, Ivellas again stood to his feet.*
: ... I don't know where to begin.... If you're wondering what Sera left to us, there's a healing water, a bit of fairy powder, and this ring that looks like it has some kind of magic contained within it, mixing tumultuously within the stones on it. I'd rather no one touches the staff... though you should be able to handle it, Solomon. You should be immune to its effects. Or, since it may be safer, Felix, if you wouldn't mind, your bag of holding should do well to keep it hidden and its influence away from us. I only hope that Sera's life was not wasted only to accomplish nothing this day. We must make haste to enter the Queen's chambers. She is in more danger than anyone right now, and I thought I heard noises within the room earlier.
((Healing Water = Potion of Heal
Fairy Dust = cure any ailment
Ring = Ring of spell storing with 2 Shield spells and 2 Mage armors))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Nov 30, 2004 9:21 pm
((By the by, assume the paralysis effects wear off shortly after the speech.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Nov 30, 2004 10:47 pm
"Stand aside, Ivellas," the dragonman said, headed towards the door. "I will check it's status..." Garudaos raised the greatsword, poking lightly at the portal to find no effect. Again the fighter prodded the door, this time harder; again, as before, he found no magical resistance.
"It seems ready, my allies. Be ready."
And so, taking a few steps back, he charged it full on, ramming his shoulder into the barrier between the group and their Queen with the intention of ripping it off the hinges if need be; at this point, nothing would stand between him and the slumbering Anri of Guardiana.
EDIT: Level-up!

CODE
Name: Garudaos Race: Dragoon (dragonman - half Gold Dragon, half Human) Class: Level 4 Fighter Alignment: Neutral Good Size: Medium
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 184 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: None
Skin: Gold scales
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
HP: 41
AC: 23
INIT: 3
FORT: 7
REF: 4
WILL: 3
Base Attack Bonus: +5
HD: d12
Base Movement: 30
Abilities
STR: 24 (+7)
DEX: 16 (+3)
CON: 17 (+3)
INT: 17 (+3)
WIS: 15 (+2)
CHA: 15 (+2)
Skills
Climb + 5
Diplomacy + 8
Escape Artist + 8
Jump + 5
Swim + 5
Feats
* Exotic Weapon Proficiency (Bastard Sword)
* Weapon Focus (Bastard Sword)
** Power Attack
*** Cleave
**** Great Cleave
Weapons
<e> Shocking Greatsword of Wounding, Undeadbane(2d6, crit 19-20/x2; +2, 4 against undead; 1d8 elec damage)
<> Bastard Sword (1d10, crit. 19-20/x2 )
<> Shortbow (1d6, crit. x3)
Armor
<e> Breastplate (AC + 5, MAXDEX + 3, CHKPEN - 4)
<> Scale Mail (AC + 4, MAXDEX + 3, CHKPEN - 4)
Shield
<e> Large Wooden Shield (AC + 2, CHKPEN - 2)
Natural
Darkvision (60ft)
Natural Armor ( +4)
Bite (1d6 damage)
Claw (1d4 damage)
Breath (30 foot long Cone of Fire, 6d10 damage, useable once a day)

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Nov 30, 2004 10:54 pm
((Ok, here's my level up Myala is now level 8 - HP increases by 6 - Base attack increases to +6/+1 - Fortitude save increases by 1
- Will save increases by 1
- Melee attack increases to +8/+3
- Ranged attack increases to +10/+5
- Concentration skill increases by 4
- Gains feat Dodge
- Spells per day: 6/5+1/4+1/4+1/3+1
- Prepared spells: <Cantrips> Create Water, Cure Minor Wounds x2, Mending x2, Purify Food and Drink <Level 1> Cure Light Wounds, Inflict Light Wounds, Protection from Evil, Sanctuary, Shield of Faith, Lesser Blaze <Level 2> Cure Moderate Wounds, Inflict Moderate Wounds, Remove Paralysis, Sound Burst, Produce Flame <Level 3> Bestow Curse, Cure Serious Wounds, Inflict Serious Wounds, Searing Light, Protection from Elements <Level 4> Cure Critical Wounds, Inflict Critical Wounds, Restoration, Wall of Fire
She'll prepare those the next chance she gets))
Myala watches in horror as Sera, the elder priestess and woman she had respected for so long, gets cut down by her other friends. Tears well in her eyes as Sera speaks her final words and dies there on the floor. Soon after the affects of the spell wear off, she finds herself able to move her limbs again. However, the young priestess cannot find the will within her to stand after such a horrible occurrence and sinks down to her knees. Tears flow freely down her face and she lowers her head in silent prayer. While it is obvious the death of Sera has had a negative effect on Myala, there is some comfort to knowing that Sera reverted back to her normal self before she died.
"Miss...Sera..." *Sniffle*

Posted by: Lord Zendor Wed Dec 01, 2004 1:34 am
((Nortiln becomes level 8! HP + 4! (rolled a 1, dammit) STR + 1! BAB + 1! Spot + 1!
))
*Nortiln watches Sera say her last words, paying attention repectfully. However, once she dies, he turns away without a change in facial expression and helps Garudaos with the door*

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed Dec 01, 2004 2:55 am
Solomon calmly picks up the staff with one hand, securing it to his back with the same strap that holds his damaged arm, before cautiously following the other fighters into the room.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Dec 01, 2004 5:37 am
((Apologies in advance for the lack of polish on two of these avvies.)) Music: http://shining-music.net/sfcd_ost/21%20-%20Demon%20Battle.mp3 The heroes enter the luxurious bedroom to see a shocking sight. Anri, clad in her mage robes, is on her knees, face scrunched up as a glowing white barrier surrounds her. The barrier is surrounded by black lightning that crackles around it and flares erratically as the barrier shrinks inexorably smaller.
Surrounding Anri in a triangle formation are three imposing figures that practically ooze evil. The malice in the air is almost oppressive, stirring hate, terror, and desperation all at once. Two of the figures are covered in robes save for their heads, one of which wears a helmet with six bright red eyeslits on it like a spider's, the other... The other's "head" is a dark mass suspended amidst a green gout of flame. The third figure is clad in terrible, black armor with a helmet obscuring his visage... You can recognize him from the statue back at the Cultist Temple... He is Erebeus. And the ones that stand with him can only be the other two Strife Lords, Shailtor and Xadoss.
: "Make... Make it stop... Please..." Anri whimpers, tears streaming from her eyes as she writhes from an unseen assault.
: "Ah, but my dear I cannot stop it. Only you can..." the spidery eyed one says in a sibilant whisper.
: "Accept it... Accept the truth!" the fiery one says in a thundering voice that seems to conjure images of fire and destruction.
: "No... It's not... True..." Anri says, her voice barely a whisper as the lightning crackles suddenly and the barrier around her shrinks until it nearly touches her. Daran attempts to rush in, but is repelled by a wall of invisible force that springs up between the group and the room.
: "You cannot deny how harsh the world is... How it has torn everything away from you that you hold dear... Your father, your love and now your kingdom threatens to slip from your grasp for the second time..." Erebeus says, his voice a dark thunder.
: "I can feel the desires in you... You never acted upon them when you had the chance, now you torture yourself with what could've been. Even now your thoughts occasionally wander to him..."
: "He lies there in the Castle, beneath the waves... Waiting..."
: "We can bring him back to you... With your help..." the spidery eyed one suggests, slyly. "Ah, but I feel... Even now you won't abandon your kingdom..."
: "You feel the power of the Link... of the Fragment... We can teach you how to use it... Your kingdom need never fear anything again. Even the Dragon would not be able to stand against you..." the fiery one intones as the barrier fails, shattering under the black energy directed against it. Anri screams, holding both sides of her head as both barrier and lightning vanish.
: "You scream... But no one will help you... No one cares about you... You're alone. The only one that can help you is you."
: "What could be evil about wanting to help your kingdom? Help your people? Help... Max?" the spidery eyed one asks, in mock innocence.
: "I... I mustn't..." Anri mutters shakily as she tries to stand, but falls again.
: "The Link! Give it to us. Your service! Give it to us! Do this and Guardiana will never fear invasion again. Do this, reject the cold lonely crown that fate handed you in favor of one you will forge yourself. It will be a new era! You can see it, can't you... Yes... Believe us..."
: "I... I..." Anri gasps, eyes tightly shut as she holds her head.
: "You delude yourself to even think that justice exists now... You've tried to do so much for so many... But when has anyone cared about YOU? When have YOU mattered?" the spidery eyed one whispers. Seemingly almost against her will, Anri reaches into a pocket and withdraws the black link of chain you recovered from the Manarinian Ruins.
:"That's right... Surrender. You cannot win as you are now. But if you ally with us, only triumph will result..."
: "I... I... Y... Yes..." Anri mutters as black energy swirls around her and she vanishes in a whirlwind of darkness.
: "That was harder than I expected... Ah! What have we here?" the spidery eyed one asks as the wall of force vanishes and the three turn to face you.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Wed Dec 01, 2004 6:08 am
"FIENDS!" the dragonman bellowed, his eyes wide with rage. "Return the Queen now! How dare you assault her with your dark magic and villainous offers? How dare you corrupt Lady Sera, advisor to Lady Anri? She is not like you; she is no wretched coward, no weak evildoer! She is far superior to the likes of you! Had I any mercy left in my heart for you I would surely clear a path between Guardiana and the sea, that you might dipose of yourselves; but no... such an end is not enough! Even as I tear you limb from limb, it shall be too good for you! To corrupt the living, and steal eternal slumber from the dead... pray to whatever fell gods you serve that Ivellas and the others slay you before I do!"

Posted by: Rusty Wed Dec 01, 2004 8:29 am
((I'll do the level up later...)) *Prestle remains frozen, feeling the effects of the spell leaving him. He had been fighting against his allies, being controlled by Sera, who was being controlled by evil! He was greatly disappointed in himself, and feared for the worst, if a powerful ally like Sera could easily be controlled. He remained frozen as the three figures approached Anri, and eventually had her taken away into darkness. Clenching his fist, Prestle manages to mutter a few words, regaining his composure.*
: You monsters! You're filling a load of lies into her ears! Your manipulative won't affect EVERYBODY!
*Prestle stamps his right front hoof onto the ground, angrily.*
: The Light shall overcome darkness! Return the Queen now, or prepare for vengeance!

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Dec 01, 2004 1:23 pm
Felix staggers as the queen vanishes, his eyes wavering as tears form in them, "This... this can't be... I... I..." The halfling pauses for another moment, then blinks and his eyes grow hard and cold, "No more." Darting forward, around his comrades, the halfling leaps at the spidery eyed demon, his bright blade singing through the air.
(([First Attack]
18 + 16 = 34 [Critical Threat]
15 + 16 = 31 [Unknown]
[Damage]
4 + 3 + 5 + 3 = 14 [If critical]
3 + 3 = 6 [If not critical]
[Second Attack]
4 + 11 = 15 [Assuming Miss]
[Dodge to Erebeus]
[Spring Attack] - Moves to side after attack (5-10 ft), clearing way for allies to move.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Dec 01, 2004 8:46 pm
The sound of talking within the other room gives Myala the will to move again and the young priestess stands up. She makes her way towards the room with her other friends, her morningstar nearly slipping from her shaking hands. At the sight of the three figures her eyes widen in fear. She knows now that the evil she had sensed was coming from them, and that it would be impossible to defeat them.
"There is no chance we could defeat them, if they could control Sera so easily and even manipulate Anri. It would be foolish in the extreme to blindly rush into battle when all that would result is our deaths."
((Eh, you can tag a Listen check DC on that if ya wanna TUM ))

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Dec 01, 2004 10:56 pm
((IVELLAS BECOMES LEVEL 8! STR INCREASES +1! HP INCREASES +13! BAB INCREASES +1! FORT SAVE INCREASES +1!
SENSE MOTIVE INCREASES +1!
IVELLAS LEARNS THE FEAT DODGE!
IVELLAS LEARNS THE FEAT POWER ATTACK!
))
*The gaping portal left open by Garudaos' power-ridden opening of the door was equivalent to the size of Ivellas' eyes - not to mention the amount by which his jaw dropped - when he saw the figure of Erebeus standing in front of him. The culmination of all their work was either reaching fruition at this point, or it had just been completely undermined by these three effigies of men. He found his hand uncontrollably tightening around the handle of his lance. Tightening enough that he thought he would leave grips on the handle for later use. Rage boiled inside him, his sense of duty calling to him as though one of the gods was yelling directly into his ear. He found himself unable to control his actions, and rushed forward to the open doorway where he stood. With a loud, bellowing roar, Ivellas raised his arms to the air and beat his lance to the side, hitting the edge of the door with a thunderous clang.*
: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGHHHHHH!!! YOU FOUL CRETINS! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!? You would dare summon devils to this world and turn around and claim you work to better the world!? How dare you!?
*Every bit of Ivellas' mind, body, and soul was telling him to rush forward and drive his lance squarely into Erebeus' chest and puncture one of the blackest heart of hearts this world has ever known. His right hoof continually stamped and tore back on the ground quite a few times, the blades on them tearing through the carpet, creating further tension in the air with each stroke. If only he was stronger and more experienced he would tear off right now and run Erebeus through, ending his tyrrany now. He could feel himself creeping forward ever slightly as his body continuously attempted to lunge forward. The tightening of every muscle in his body told him to go, but he knew it would do him no good. Erebeus would find some way to strike him down, or the force field that had just kept Daran back would stop him, or any number of tricks could come his way. Vengeance would have to come another time. In fact, he almost wanted to hear what they would say to the group. A confession of sorts, or even something to enrage him enough that he couldn't hold back. To smite these evils from the world would be more justice than any could imagine. The mockeries of life they had created, the corruption they had spread throughout the land... all of it was too much to take. They were evil to the core, and something needed to be done about it... and he wanted to do it himself*
((Readied action: Drink potion
If a threat is magical, potion will be Prot Evil
If a threat is physical, potion will be Bull's Strength
Consider Ivellas to be fighting defensively as well. He's raring and ready to go, but he's not going to burst in... yet))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Dec 01, 2004 11:50 pm
: "Such a passionate reply, young centaur... I wonder if your father would have said the same in your shoes. I'll have to remember to ask him the next time I see him..." Erebeus says. : "Such bright spirits... I wonder how dark I can make them..." the spiderey eyed one whispers.
: "Leave them to me, Shailtor. You've had your fun this night," the fiery one speaks.
: "So crude, Xadoss. Always with the destruction. Why destroy when you can mold and twist?" Shailtor says, in a playful manner. "After all, if you can..."
Shailtor is cut off as Felix stabs at him, tearing a hole in his robes from which a black mist seeps. As he does so, his amulet flares brightly, causing all three Strife Lords to take notice of the halfling.
: Gah! You... You dare... What's that? That crystal... Oh, but this is delightful! Shall we therefore kill two birds in one swoop this night? Delicious!" Shailtor says with delight.
: "Xadoss, you told me you had this item destroyed long ago..." Erebeus says in a threatening rumble.
: "I killed the ones that carried it, isn't that enough?" Xadoss asks, seemingly annoyed.
: "We shall speak of this later. For now, let us dispose of the interlopers," Erebeus thunders.
: "Heh heh heh... Do try and remember the crystal this time, eh brother?"
: "Silence," Xadoss says.
Strife Attack Theme: http://shining-music.net/sfcd_ost/16%20-%20The%20Deceased%20Laugh.mp3
Erebeus gestures at Ivellas, who feels a cold, spectral hand clamp on him before negative energy ravages his body.
(( Erebeus casts Harm! 20 total, ranged touch. Hit! Ivellas is drained of all but 1 HP!!!))
Xadoss lunges at Felix, his robe flying open to reveal a body akin to a golem's, made of flaming rock and metal, with two huge fists that come ablaze with sickly green fire.
((38, hit! 37, hit! 38, hit! 68 points of damage total to Felix!))
Shailtor laughs madly and seems to leer at Myala, who suddenly finds herself in front of her dead parents, their broken bodies horribly maimed and burnt. Wordlessly, they reach for her.

Posted by: Lord Zendor Thu Dec 02, 2004 3:32 am
*Nortiln rushes in without a second thought towards Xadoss, letting his blade do the talking for him* ((Charge: 19 + 14 + 2 = 35 Threat 8 + 14 + 2 = 24 possible crit? Base Damage: 2 + 8 = 10))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Dec 02, 2004 5:23 am
Garudaos had no words left; in their place remained only a burning hatred which both scared and disgusted the dragonman. Their presence and actions appaled him to the core; more than that, the feeling itself felt unnatural and unbelonging. Desiring nothing more than to rid himself of the cause of his distress, the fighter eagerly sprang upon the already damaged Shailtor, greatsword extended like an electric beast hunting for prey.
((Attack1: 1d20 + 14 = 30
Damage: 2d6 + 1d8 + 9 = 20))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Dec 02, 2004 5:36 am
System> Status check. Upgrades are operational. They appear to have been jurry rigged by Technician, Human, Daran during field repairs in previous battle. Advise caution when using, until upgrades can be finalized.

QUOTE
<Begin system report> Identifier: Technology Interpreter, Solomon, Robot, HLLC-V24X1AFFD957 Alignment: Lawful Good Size: Medium Age: Unknown ((Clock misaligned after 03-12-10453 CD
Designed Gender: Male
Height: 6'0"
Eyes:
Red - peace
Orange - communications enabled, peacetime
Blue - combat ready <- selected
White - laser engaged
Green - communications enabled, wartime
Gold - self-distruct enabled
Design ratings, DnD base 30 units.
Str: 16
Dex: 12
Int: 18
Wis: 13
Cha: 11
Hp: 52/52
Speed: 20 ft / 6 seconds
Armor rating: 22
Reaction time: +1 above average
Immunities:
Subdual Damage
Stunning
Disease
Poison
Sleep
Endurance
Mind influencing effects
Paralysis
Death magic
Necromantic effects
Death from massive Damage
Ability drain, or energy drain
Rated resistances:
Fort: +2
Automatic vs spells (Unless it affects objects) and endurance.
Rflx: +3
Will: +7
Languages:
Ancient
Common
Dwarven
Elven
Draconic
Birdman
Werewolf
Skills, DnD base 30 units:
Diplomacy = 11
Knowledge (Arcana) = 15
Knowledge (Geography) = 9
Knowledge (History) = 15
Knowledge (Networks) = 15
Craft(Ancient Tech) = 10
Listen = 6
<combat subprogram>
Combat ratings:
Base Attack: +6 above untrained.
Melee: +9 + 1 equipment bonus.
Ranged: +7
Weapons:
Fist-
Attack Bonus: + 10/+5
Damage: 1d10+4
Critical: Fire Laser
Range: 10ft
Laser-
Attack Bonus: + 7
Damage: 5d6
Critical: None
Range: 20ft
Special properties: Burst attack.
Upgrades included-
Extended reach
Laser access (2x per day)
Robotic Soul
Some Assembly Required (Overrides Robotic Soul death)
Laser Lens
Hardened armor (x1)
<end combat subprogram>
<end system report>[/COLOR]

Solomon calmly watches the scene as he reaches behind his back, and grabs his arm. The fighting begins as the android clicks the limb into place, the hand shooting in and out quickly as he gauges its combat worthiness.
System> History check: Strife Lords; Erebeus; Shailtor; Xadoss;
No matches returned.
System> Item check: Crystal held by Fighter, Felix, Halfling.
No matches returned.
Unusual qualities noted. See file generated address 0xA789F44C.
System> Item check: Staff dropped by Magic User, Deceased, Sera, Human.
Writing indicates weapon designed to absorb energy. Carving style indicates magical alignment with evil.
System> Item check: Link.
No matches returned.
Multiple correlations returned. See file generated address 0x4672AD5C.
Note: Combat analysis complete.
Solomon suddenly runs forward, both hands shooting out at Shailtor with lethal force. "Do you enjoy mind games, Shailtor?" the android asks tonelessly as it attacks. "Try matching my mind, then."
((Attack 1: 1d20 + 10. 1d10 + 4 damage if successful.
Attack 2: 1d20 + 5. 1d10 + 4 damage if successful.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Dec 02, 2004 9:04 pm
Myala's eyes go wide as she finds herself before her horribly maimed parents. Tears begin to stream down the young elf’s face as she staggers back away from the others and sinks down to her knees. She seems trapped within the illusion, helpless against this mental assault. As she begins to cry, her gaze turns upward to see them reaching out for her.
"Mother...father...what is it? *Sniffle* "What is it you want?"

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Dec 02, 2004 9:56 pm
((Alright, then... Potion of Prot Evil it was)) *Feeling the strength drain out of him, Ivellas knows he would have to regroup before he could do anything. However, this would only be a minor setback. Erebeus would feel the point of his lance soon enough. Seeing Myala struggle as she was, Ivellas wished there was something he could do, but she could make it through the demons... she was strong of heart and will. Continuing back to Rue, Ivellas asked for his aid and put down another of his potions*
((Action: Move back to Rue, drink potion of Bull's strength
1d4+1 = 4
Effective STR: 29))
~~~
: MYALA!
*Not knowing what to do about the situation with this girl who had become so close to him, Kyuu lashes out at the most visible target he can with his magic - the flaming monstrosity, Xadoss. A chill wind sweeps around his general vicinity, ice chunks forming around him. After he cast Freeze on Xadoss, he wasn't sure how good of an idea it was, but he had to try.*
((1d8+14 = 22 damage.
In the event an SR check needs to be made:
1d20+7+4 = 24))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Dec 03, 2004 1:48 am
Nortlin's attack rebounds off Xadoss seemingly without doing any harm, but Garoudaos' attack slices into Shailtor, who hisses in pain as black mist seeps from the cut. Kyuu's magical ice melts to water, then evaporates as it touches the searing hot flames emanating from Xadoss.
"We... Want you to... Join us..." Myala's parents say as they lunge for her, clawing at her face. Myala feels a deep jolt of fear and hysterical sorrow pass through her, but her experiences and training allow her to hang onto both consciousness and her sense of self.
((11 points of damage to Myala, and whatever psychological damage this will deal. BTW, only Myala sees her dead parents.))
Solomon's right hand succeeds in striking Shailtor, but fails to have any noticeable effect whatsoever on the living fiend. Solomon's left, on the other hand, suffers a severe malfunction, overextending and breaking its shoulder actuators, leaving it flopping uselessly at one side.
((Hit, Critical Miss.))
Shailtor chuckles lightly as Solomon's attacks fail.
: "As you wish."
The Malefactor (Shailtor's Theme): http://www.vgmusic.com/music/console/nintendo/snes/kefka.mid
Shailtor leaps at Solomon, grabbing his arm with one hand and holding him fast with the other.
((Grapple check: Natural 20. Automatic success.))
: "Of course it takes a bit more effort to corrupt an artificial mind, but it can be done. Simply a matter of finding your proccessor core and... tinkering with it... Heh heh heh heh..." Shailtor notes clinically as he searches for something on Solomon's torso, then deftly opens a panel, exposing an input jack. "Let's see how long your countermeasures hold up, hmmm?" Shailtor says as the tip of his finger melts to become a strand of dark shadow that swiftly attaches itself to the robot's input jack.
Xadoss suddenly backhands Felix across the face. The impact send the halfling flying, and he promptly loses consciousness. Xadoss then turns and strikes at Nortlin, felling the birdman with a single blow, having done that, Xadoss turns again, striking at Rue, who has the unfortunate luck of being nearest.
((Attack on Felix: Hit. 14 damage. Felix is at -8 HP. Attacks on Nortlin: Critical Hit! 37 points of damage. Nortlin is at -5. Attack on Rue: Hit. 26 points of damage.))
Xadoss is a juggernaut of unholy fiery fists as he downs both Felix and Nortlin in short order before turning and giving Rue a blow that makes the kyantol cleric see stars. It is like being hit by the Saraband train at full speed.
Erebeus utters terrible words of magic and gestures at the group, continuing to chant as terrible power rises around him.
Daran is almost in a panic as he hastily withdraws a syringe and injects Felix with it, while Rue casts a healing spell on Nortlin.
((Cure Light Wounds Syringe: Felix heals 9 HP and is at 1 HP. Nortlin is healed for 6, putting him at 1 as well.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Dec 03, 2004 2:20 am
Garudaos wanted to lash out at them all, wanted to be three different fighters p;lunging three different greatswords into their throats. But he had many allies, anf if they were to stand any chance they had to focus their power one one foe at a time. Hoping that his strength was enough to fell the spidery one, the drgaonman again struck out at Shailtor.
((Attack1: 1d20 + 14 = 27
Damage: 2d6 + 1d8 + 9 = 25))

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Dec 03, 2004 2:45 am
*Ivellas could tell that Myala was in some kind of seriuos mental distress, and with everyone busy healing, he would need her help desperately, as would everyone else. Making his way to her side as quickly has he could, Ivellas took the bag of Fairy Powder he had found on Sera and emptied it over her, hoping that in the very least it would aid her in freeing her from whatever strange maladie had taken hold of her. He had heard tales of the substance's curing abilities, and he hoped it would not let him down now.*
((Action: Use fairy powder (cure-all-type-thing) on Myala))
*Kyuu, still flustered, and now even more so that Xadoss had simply shrugged off his magical ice attack, bellowed loudly his incantation much like a roar, again bringing the temperature considerably down around Xadoss yet again, hoping to extinguish his infernal flames*
((SR check: 1d20+11 = 20+11 = 31
Freeze: 1d8+14 = 18*2 = 36 damage))

Posted by: Rusty Fri Dec 03, 2004 4:23 am
((Ride by attack on Erebeus.)) : You scum! *Prestle grips his lance hard and begins to run towards Erebeus at full force. He drives his lance towards the side of Erebeus in an attempt to thward off his spell, but the strike misses and does little more than clang their armors together as he gallops by.*
: ...I...missed!
*Prestle continues to run by after the miss. Frustration was welling up within Prestle, but he tried to not let it get to him. After all, he had to keep his mind calm if he meant to help the group to the best of his ability.*

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Dec 03, 2004 4:53 am
System> Disable external input jack 0xD4 Device disabled. System> Disconnect external input jack 0xD4 Device disconnected. System> Eject left arm
Device disconnected.
Device ejected.
System> Assign {Erebeus; Shailtor; Xadoss} threat level 0--
{Erebeus; Shailtor; Xadoss} assigned threat level 0--
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
Engaged against threat level 0-- (Maximum threat to core directive 0, defend humanity)
Core directive 1 disabled for duration of battle.
Core directive 2 disabled for duration of battle.
Core directive 3 disabled for duration of battle.
Terminate threat level 0-- with maximum prejudice.
Self destruct through core overload acceptable in termination of threat level 0--.
Core safeties disengaged.
System> Assign core programming checksum to memory address 0x32FA395D678C.
Assigned.
System> Enter program> If(core programming checksum != *0x32FA395D678C) { SelfDestruct() };
Program running.
Solomon's eyes flicker to a deep, pulsing gold, and he laughs, a hollow, chilling, mechanical sound.
"You should do your homework, Shailtor. Combat android external jacks can be physically disconnected to keep you from doing just that."
His left arm suddenly flies across the room, away from his body, as his right arm flares and his laser discharges in the fiend's face. "Do you really believe you can use the treasure of Fort Granger? Thanas has more secrets than you know."
((Attack- Fire laser. At point blank range, and given the burst nature of the weapon, I don't even know if there should be a 'to hit'. But if you demand one, it's a +7 ranged touch attack, and it's 5d6 damage.))
((Also, in case you didn't follow what I coded- My external jacks have been physically disconnected from the system, so no voltages are passing through, and no way to reprogram me. Also, I've got a program running. If it detects any change to my internal programming, my self distruct will engage, and my core will overload. Shailtor might find himself grappling with a small atom bomb. Whee.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Dec 03, 2004 6:14 am
: "Blast, I was hoping the ejection mechanisms would malfunction. Oh well..." Shailtor says, before being blasted at point blank range with the laser. He screams in pain, and more mist seeps out, but no more happens, as Garoudaos' attack shears through thin air.
((21 damage to Shailtor.))
: "Thanas has more secrets than YOU know, perhaps. But its charge is well known to us. Almost as well known to us as it is to those who put it there... It was old when even your civilization was young, mechanical man. You are bluffing," Erebeus pronounces as he begins chanting again. Xadoss moves towards Garoudaos and bats at the dragonman with a single fist.
((Hit! Garoudaos takes 31 points of damage.))
The Fairy Powder wipes Myala's mind clean of the issue, though it still chills her.
: "Bah, it's no fun playing with you. I'll leave for darker pastures now."
Shailtor utters a series of words before blue light envelops the robot, and he shuts down.
((Shailtor cast Power Down as a Verbal spell! Save failed. Solomon is shut down and must be rebooted!))

Posted by: Lord Zendor Fri Dec 03, 2004 6:14 am
*Nortiln flies back as Xadoss strikes him. He feels his life drain from him. Suddently, he regains consciousness and sees Rue channel positive energy into him. He would have to thank Rue if he survived the fight* ((Full Attack on Xadoss: 6 + 14 = 20
7 + 8 = 15 damage:
Natural 1...
Assuming I survive that natural 1, take a 5-foot step back afterwards.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Dec 03, 2004 7:22 am
WARNING! WARNING! SYSTEM SHUTDOWN IMMENENT! WARNING! Shutdown while engaged with class 0-- threat unadvised. System> Override shutdown. Override unsuccessful. I have failed. The threat to humanity will survive me.
Unacceptable. I will end this threat, no matter the cost.
System> Engage core overload self-destruct. Set overload delay to 30 seconds.
Engaged. Delay set.
Shutting down...
Solomon's eyes flash once brilliantly, then fade to black. But deep within his chest, an automated alarm begins to sound loudly.
"Warning! Atomic self-destruct engaged. 30 seconds to cancel self-destruct. 29... 28..."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Dec 03, 2004 7:40 am
Sadly, the spell saps even the energy required of the core to overload and it swiftly powers down with the rest of Solomon, leaving an inert though intact robot. ((Power Down takes effect immediately, shutting down its target in an instant.))
: "Really now, a self destruct? Worthy effort, I suppose..." Shailtor chuckles as Solomon stands there like a metal statue.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Dec 03, 2004 2:27 pm
"Your confidence betrays you," the dragonman said, masking his frustration with indignation as he was forced back by the fiery fist. Still, he chose not to switch targets and hoped desperately that their combined efforts could fell the dark Shailtor.
((Attack1: 1d20 + 14 = 29
Damage: 2d6 + 1d8 + 9 = 19))

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Dec 03, 2004 3:39 pm
[WILL 11 + 7 = 18] Bruised flesh and broken bones ached as the halfling's eyes flickered open, his eyes flickered with pain as he looked towards the fiery figure which had knocked him across the room as if he were nothing. His glimmering blade lay on the ground a short distance away, dropped after the hands that wielded it lost their will. Slowly sitting up, his face flushing red with pain, Felix's bright eyes examine the scene before him. Hopeless... It's hopeless... I... I failed.... They want the crystal, to destroy it. The halfling struggles to his feet. If I ran... If someone took the crystal from here...but no... They have too much power. No one could get away. His eyes narrow as he draws his bow. I can't just give up... Not yet...
[Quick Draw - Short Bow]
Felix swiftly draws a white arrow from his quiver, fitting it to his bow. I could... A thought races across the halfling's face then he shakes his head. What if it failed...but I can't just give up... As Felix lines the arrow's point up with Shailtor he pauses. He was just a simple woodsman, he knew little of religion and even the cleric seemed helpless. Why would the light help him? A determined looks crosses his pained face. If things went on like this... Everyone would die. But...it could... He would try again, one more time and if it failed he would take the risk. He would risk everything. What other choice was there?
[Holy Arrow
17 + 13 + 1(PBS) = 31]
Light surrounds the arrow and Felix whispers quietly, "Guide my bow." Then he releases the arrow and it sings through the air towards Shailtor.
[Dodge to Erebeus]
((Either way, I suspect that I'll soon be dead. I wish the rest of you good fortune and hope that you surive this battle.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Dec 03, 2004 9:12 pm
Myala rises back to her feet again and gasps in utter disbelief at their words. She seems unable to budge even as they lunge towards her and claw at her pretty face. The young elf cries softly and staggers back away from them, her amber eyes wide with horror. She holds her head in her hands and closes her eyes tightly. Somewhere deep down she knows this isn’t real, but the effects this illusion has had on her already fragile mind keep her from breaking out of it. As Ivellas sprinkles the fine powder onto her head, her eyes slowly flutter open and the illusion fades. She rests her hand on her forehead and turns to Ivellas, her gaze locking with his. Though the illusion has been broken, Ivellas can see it in her eyes; that the experience has taken its toll on her mind. Despite this, she retains consciousness and still seems to know who she is and who he is. She stares at him for a long while before moving to speak. Her voice is soft and strained, but he can understand her.
“Ivellas…I…I thank you.�?
Myala can see not physical wounds, but she can feel that is life force has been drained. She lays her small hand upon his shoulder and recites a short incantation, the power of the Gods flowing through his body. His lost life force begins to come back to him, and though he is not fully healed, he can feel his strength coming back to him.
Myala abandons Inflict Critical Wounds to cast Cure Critical Wounds. Ivellas regains 40 hit points.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Dec 03, 2004 9:30 pm
Garoudaos' attack once more misses by a hair, then Felix's arrow strikes the fiend in his chest. The arrow flares pure white as it flies through the air, disintegrating as it dissolves into white electricity that dances over Shailtor's form. The villain shrieks in pain at this unexpected assault.
: "Enough games. You've made a critical error in engaging us. I would say that you would not live to regret it, save that you will. You will live as our slaves. But you won't even know it..." Erebeus thunders as he makes a gesture and no less than twenty Shadow Demons emerge from the shadows. "Take a look at your new homes, shadows. Now take..."
"HALT!" shouts a familar male voice. Three shurikens fly through the air to shred a Shadow Demon nearby Felix. A dark figure falls from the ceiling to land in between the group and the Strife Lords, angular sword in hand and familar black and blue outfit masking his face.
: "I may have failed to save the others, but this at least I will do! Fly you fools! There's nothing you can do here! You've got to get word to Otrant! Warn Manarina!" Hanzou shouts as he flings a short piece of paper into the air that bursts into flames. As soon as he does so, the air around him grows hazy.
: "You again... Your stealth will not save you this time, ninja..." Erebeus threatens, direly.
: "What are you waiting for? Run! Get clear of the castle, they've infested this place without Anri or Sera's wards up to guard it!" Hanzou yells.
: "Yes, run away! After all, that's exactly what a brave knight would do, hmmm?" Shailtor mocks, with glee.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Dec 03, 2004 10:06 pm
"He is right," Garudaos said, moving to Ivellas. I know what the centaur will attempt to do, and I cannot allow it. Too many have died already; what good is it to discard so carelessly an option which shall not be mere moments from this time? Nay, even if I must sling him over my shoulder and carry him away, Ivellas shall not fall at this place.
"We must go Ivellas, if for no other reason than to warn the rest of the world. Would the Lady Anri have willingly stayed with the mighty Max? There is no doubt in my mind. And in that manner, I will stay until we all are departed safely - including our leader. Ivellas, this fight is not to be yours today. But rest assured that when it is, it shall be your lance that removed Erebus from this world. Leave now, and do what you must. Ignore the taunts this villain tosses; let them roll off your armor as water slides off the feathers of a duck."

Posted by: Knight_019 Sat Dec 04, 2004 6:16 am
*Uncharacteristically cold and biting, Ivellas responds* : Under any other circumstance you would have to pry me away from this oppotunity as a cold dead body, dragonman. *Ivellas again regains his composure, realizing he is becoming swept up in his emotions in a way he cannot allow. It would only lead to him becoming cold and vicious in pursuit of vengeance against these horrible mockeries of life and mankind. This was not over by any means just because they were leaving. However, if they continued to maintain their stand, it would be over, and that he could not allow.*
: I apologize, Garudaos. Make sure everyone gets out. I'll get Solomon.
*In a hurried sprint, Ivellas runs to the disabled robot and hauls him onto his hind quarter, being as careful as he can be to stay out of the reach of the strife lords and their shadowy minions. With Solomon in tow, Ivellas runs as quickly as he can to get away from the room, but not without shouting back to his assailants*
: If only we had listened to you, Hanzou...
~To Erebeus~ Don't think you've seen the last of us! Your earlier slip of the tongue has told me my father isn't really dead, you lying bastard, and you'll feel the tip of my lance soon enough!
*If only the masked ninja knew how grateful he was for the precious time he had bought them*

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Dec 04, 2004 7:23 am
: "Yes, your father does indeed still walk the earth... You may even see him again, soon enough. But it will be the last thing you ever see..." Erebeus says in a dire tone as the party flees. The following few minutes are a chaotic jumble of sounds and images as the ninja's struggle against the Strife Lords echoes throughout the castle. As the party frantically scrambles through the castle, they become aware of countless other struggles as denizens of the castle run around, fighting off a flood of the Shadow Demons. It is clear that everyone not dead or under demonic control is trying to flee. Then you reach the castle gates...
Guardiana is burning.
Beyond the castle gates, flames on scattered buildings throughout the city speak of the same chaos that afflicts the castle happening to it. Panicked yells and the sounds of whinnying horses indicate the citizenry attempting to evacuate. For the third time in less than 24 years, the ill fated city is under siege.
:"Ivellas! We've got to get out of here and make it to Alterone! It's the nearest major settlement and it's a sure bet it's where everyone is going to regroup at! We can figure out our next move from there!" Daran yells over the clatter.

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Dec 04, 2004 7:27 am
Felix pauses for an instant, then swiftly snatches his sword from the floor and slides it into it's sheath. Turning, he dashes from the room and down the halls for once paying no attention to his allies. His free hand is tighted around the crystal hanging at his neck. A chance... They want to destroy it... No matter what, I must keep it safe. For a brief instant a wry look crosses his face. To think I was about...

Posted by: Lord Zendor Sat Dec 04, 2004 1:56 pm
*Nortiln stares forward, breathing heavily as the group retreats. He stares at the Strife Lords with menacing eyes, sword still drawn as the others retreat. Once he is sure they are gone, he glares towards the demonic creatures before him, puts away his blade, and flees.
Outside the city limits, Nortiln watches as Guardiana burns. He then realizes what he has gotten himself into*
....
*He hears the call to head to Alterone.
Once again, he looks towards Guardiana, then heads out*

Posted by: Kyosokun Sun Dec 05, 2004 3:39 am
*leading a small group of people out of the city, he sees a larger group gathering, and hears the call to move out to Alterone* "Come on, let's hurry up, we don't want to be left behind..." *They rush to join with the larger group**The woodsman stops, seeing the Birdman watch the city burn* "A grim sight... I'm sad, my first visit to such a grand city had to end in such... Come on, let's not get left behind." he says, then suiting his own words by hurrying off.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Dec 05, 2004 8:49 pm
((OOC: Oh shit, I almost forgot that I get to raise an attribute at level 8 again! TUM, I'm adding 1 point to Wisdom to bring it up to 19, ok?))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Dec 05, 2004 9:23 pm
((Noted.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Dec 06, 2004 12:04 am
((Would someone kindly reboot me?))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Dec 06, 2004 2:01 am
After tinkering around with Solomon during this short catch of breath, Daran succeeds in finding the power controls and turning the robot back on.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Dec 06, 2004 2:05 am
"27... Self destruct sequence terminated." Solomon's eyes flicker back on, first brilliant gold, then fading back into icy blue. Noting the burning city, he turns to Daran. "I assume we did not win the encounter. Civilians are in danger within the city. I volunteer my aid. What do you need done?" the android asks quietly.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Dec 06, 2004 2:21 am
"You are not the only visitor to this city sad to see it's condition, my friend," Garudaos said to the bowsman, his chokehold on the greatsword's grip just as tight as it was during the fight. Though he had resigned himself, as Ivellas had, to saving those they could now and slay Erebus later, the dragonman nonetheless felt the urge to do something - anything.
"I and surely others of my group are going back in to aid with the evacuation; your assistance would be greatly appreciated. I am Garudaos."

Posted by: Kyosokun Mon Dec 06, 2004 6:16 am
The woodsman offered a rough hand. "Marcus. Marcus Longbow. Anything I can do to aid, if it's within my power...." he replied, glancing at the city. "In times such as these, all good men must stand together, and give what they may..."

Posted by: Rusty Mon Dec 06, 2004 8:18 am
*Prestle approaches the woodsman and extends his hand to him.* : Hello, friend. My name is Prestle. Any help is greatly appreciated...Though our enemies are very strong and incredibly dangerous. I do pray that you will stand by us, nevertheless.
*Prestle smiles, standing tall, despite the grim situation. He was happy to see a new face, a new ally and quite possibly a new friend.*

Posted by: Kyosokun Mon Dec 06, 2004 7:46 pm
Marcus nodded to Prestle, taking his hand with a firm grip. "I came to Guardiana offer my services, though I had not quite expected it to be under these circumstance... As I said, any aid I may offer I shall, if it is within my capabilities. If you are looking for a fighter to stand in the lines with you, however, I'm afraid you should perhaps look elsewhere. My skills lies in Woodcraft. As far as combat goes, I have little to recommend, save being an above average Bowman....", he said frankly. "That being said, my offer stands. Any aid, even should it lead to battle. Just be aware of what my skills are."

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Dec 06, 2004 8:32 pm
Solomon says quietly without turning around, "No one knows the strength of their hands nor the courage of their spirit until they have been tested by fire. But it is the willingness to face the test that speaks highest of one's character."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Dec 06, 2004 8:59 pm
Myala remains rather silent as they move through chaotic streets of Guardiana. Her amber eyes radiate the sorrow she feels in her soul for the people of the city, and the shame she feels for being unable to stand against their enemy. Of course, she knows the others probably feel that way as well, but she can't help it. As Marcus approaches, her gaze turns up to him.
"I...am Myala Chelderstorm, a priestess of Volcanon. Strange though this may be, it is firm fact. Your aid in this time...is most welcome Marcus."
((Yup, Myala has a last name. I saw it in a game and thought it sounded good ))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Dec 06, 2004 11:23 pm
The chaos only increases as people either try to put out the fires or flee the city altogether.

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Dec 07, 2004 12:03 am
*Guardiana was in flames yet again. So many losses, so much death, so little time. How odd it seemed that they had started out on a simple patrol mission, guarding the city from raiders, and here they were on a mission that would undoubtedly mean saving the entire world.
The paupers that became kings and queens.
But what kind of an inheritance was this? So far it had brought only sorrow and grief. What of those they had inherited this from? Heroes such as General Mae, Ken, and Jerrik? Where were they now? He wished he knew. He would fight an entire army of those shadow demons to prove the light was not gone from the world and to bring a beacon such as a single one of them to their side. The world would tremble first, now, with yet another coming of great evil. However, the world of evil being sculpted with each passing second would soon quake at the coming of this team. The thought invigorated Ivellas, and the knowledge that his father truly does still walk the land put such hope into his heart that he might vault the castle walls and bring Erebeus down this very moment. He only hoped it wasn't another of Erebeus' manipulative ploys, and that though his father may walk the land, as he had put it, he may be but a shadow of himself or also turned a servant of evil. If it were so, he would bring his father out of it.
A new hope had emerged from the burning city, however. This newcomer seemed to have a promise of vigor and a good heart. He could be of much help to them if he shared their vision. Approaching him, Ivellas outstreches a hand*
: Hello, Marcus. My name is Ivellas, and I guess you could consider me the leader of this group. I am glad to hear your intentions, and I'm sure there's not one among us who would turn down your company. Do you know how many people are still in the city that might need our aid? It is imperative we make our way to Alterone with all do haste, but the more survivors we can keep from falling to the hands of what's taken over the city the better.

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Dec 07, 2004 12:26 am
Felix pauses for a moment with the others, his face in a deep frown. These people need help but... but... His frown deepens. The crystal is what they want. I can't let them destroy it and they'll follow it where ever it goes. Just staying here will make everything worse...
The Halfling begins moving swiftly from the city, towards the countryside beyond and Alterone. It would be better for others to be away from him and the Crystal.

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Dec 07, 2004 12:58 am
((Got information from TUM, so you can give a response, Kyoso, but I've been urged to move this)) *With his answers in tow, he was made to realize that those who were going to escape had already done so, so they should begin moving. He can't stress enough the urgency that they need to evacuate from the city, since they only have a limited amount of time before someone comes after them again. Strangely, though, Felix had already begun heading away from the rest of them, and he didn't want the halfling to get away to such a point where those who seek what he has would find him easy prey. Telling everyone to get ready to begin, and making sure Marcus felt at home with them, Ivellas chased after Felix*
: Where are you going, Felix? We're just beginning to leave, and we'll be moving immediately. I don't think you should get too far ahead of everyone else, since it'd be a major loss to lose track of you... is something bothering you?
*It is obvious to Ivellas that a look of dejectedness has settled upon Felix's normally neutral and introverted demeanor*

Posted by: Kyosokun Tue Dec 07, 2004 1:21 am
A bit overwhelmed by the number of people suddenly greeting him, Marcus takes a step back. Here the robot speak, he turns and blinks. "One such as this I've not seen..." He's brought out of his staring by the priestess's kind and soft words. "It is the least I can do in such a time, my lady."
A tall knight approached him as well. Marcus shoke his hand firmly as well. "Sadly, I can't say much. Those who are smart enough to flee have. At this point, only the fools remain, trying to save their precious things, instead of saving their precious lives. I can't see any futher good in returning to the chaos in there..." he says, sighing, watching the city continue to burn ever more brightly.

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Dec 07, 2004 1:34 am
(One Hit Point... I'd imagine he looks near dead.) Felix pauses as the knight approaches, glancing back at Ivellas. The bright eyes of the halfling ache with a dull pain but a bright determined light shines in them. "I... I have to get the crystal out of here..." Felix winces slightly and turns away, back towards the exit to the city, "Do you really think that the shadowy man can stop the three of them? There's no time." He begins walking again, pulling the hood of his cloak over his head stiffly.

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Dec 07, 2004 2:15 am
((Unless you consider HP to be "Skillfully Avoided Damage" )) : While you make a good point, Felix, I can't let you go off alone. You, and your crystal, will be safer with the rest of us. As I said, we're moving now. By going off on your own you'll be putting yourself and it at great risk.

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Dec 07, 2004 2:18 am
Felix pauses and glances back at the group, "Looks like everyone is standing around staring at the city, not moving..."

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Dec 07, 2004 2:30 am
*Ivellas quirks an eyebrow at the halfling's last statement* : Group! Let's move! NOW!!! ~~~ Are you so sure about that? *Ivellas says with a grin*

Posted by: Kyosokun Tue Dec 07, 2004 2:48 am
With a grim half-smile, Marcus turns away from the city, and starts to get people started on their way.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Dec 07, 2004 2:56 am
Flight: http://www.vgmusic.com/music/computer/microsoft/windows/MystTheme.mid As the group navigates through the city in a bid to flee from the Strife Lords' pursuit, they witness scene after scene of chaos as fires burn and citizens run to and fro, terrified of something unseen... At last they reach the town's gates to see something horrifying.
Music: http://www.vgmusic.com/music/console/S*ny/ps1/RE_2_WILLIAM_2.mid
: "Have ye gone mad? Ye can see what's happening to the town, what's wrong with you? Open the gates!"
The gates of the city stand firmly closed, a number of Guardiana guardsman armed with spears standing in a line in front of it, staring impassively at the city. Gort, the Shining Warrior, in full battle gear stands with axe in hand, facing down... Jerrik?
: "I can't do that, brother... I've received orders to make sure none pass beyond these walls," Jerrik says, his voice oddly hollow. Something seems wrong with his face as well, but at this distance, you can't see what it is.
: "What's happened to you?? People are dying, open the damn gate!" Gort orders. Jerrik merely shakes his head. A civilian rushes the line of soldiers, hoping to break through, and is at once skewered like a pig by a readied spear. Gort looks in horror at Jerrik, who grins at the sight. "You... Ye can't be me brother..."
: "Can't I? Who's going to stop me? You?" Jerrik says with amusement as he casually whirls his greataxe around.
: "Of course, me," Gort retorts as he unslings his axe and charges. The two dwarves meet with a collosal clang as Jerrik blocks Gort's attack with his axe handle, then swipes at Gort on the recovery. Gort dodges with surprising skill for a dwarf his age, then lashes out at Jerrik with his axe. The blow catches him in the side, but the dwarf does not fall despite the horrible wound. Instead, two arrows slam into Gort from unseen sources while Jerrik whirls is great axe around and slams it into Gort's gut. The warrior dwarfs groans and falls to his knees, one hand forced to switch from wielding his axe to keeping his intestines from spilling out. Despite the fatal injury, Gort looks about to take one last swipe at Jerrik... Until more arrows fly out, slamming into the injured dwarf with no mercy until he lies dead.
: "Not even dwarves are immune to old age... Unlike myself, heh..." Jerrik says with a grin, taking no heed of the wound Gort inflicted.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Dec 07, 2004 4:21 am
Solomon's arm immediately comes up as Jerrik stands over his slain brother, and a whine of charging capaciters is heard as his eyes flick once more to brilliant white. "Jerrik and his soldiers are neither breathing nor blinking." The android announces calmly, his keen visual filters picking up the abnormalities despite the hellish glare of the burning city in the night. He continues, "Their eyes are pitch black, and their skin is several shades paler than normal. This classifies them as undead, though they do not match any class of undead I have previously encountered. Recommend lethal force. They are likely to be weak against fire." So saying, the android begins to advance towards the dwarf, arm tracking him as he moves.
((Action- Advance 20 ft.
Readied action- Fire laser at Jerrik if he charges me or any ally.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Dec 07, 2004 4:35 am
Felix gasps as Gnort is cut down and starts forward, then stops and backs away. His eyes are tormented as he stands, with labored breath, watching the dwarf fall. As Solomon marches forward, Felix draws his bow and fits a red arrow to it. ((Fire Arrow
15 + 15 = 30))
The arrow flares brightly and sings into the air towards Jerrik, then Felix slips back behind Ivellas weakly, his eyes sparkling coldly.

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Dec 07, 2004 4:54 am
*Kyuu, remembering his Staff of Fire, sees no way out of this but to fight. Channeling the most effective energy he can, noting the line of soldiers, he conjures a great wall of fire passing through all of them. Even Jerrik becomes noticeably uncomfortable by the flames. They are charred horribly, but still stand nonetheless. He also points out two snipers that he saw to the rest of the group*
(((2d6+8)*2 = 19*2 = 38 damage
1d4*2 to Jerrik = 2*2 = 4
45 - 2 = 43 charges remaining))
*It hadn't been long since Ivellas had thought about the whereabouts of Jerrik and the others, and now his answer had come far too soon, and far too harshly. It was the very thing he had feared - Jerrik was now an undead servant of the Strife Lords. He had been such a staunch defender of the light, leading them into battle against them, but now Jerrik was going to lead a fight against his pupils. It didn't make sense, and he couldn't believe it... he just couldn't. But here it was before him, and he knew what had to be done. Jerrik would have wanted Ivellas to put him out of his misery if something like this was to happen, but it didn't make the task any less difficult. Raising his lance and his shield, Ivellas prepared to receive any foul movement from his former instructor.*
((Readied action: Immediately follow Solomon's laser blast with a charge to intercept Jerrik in the event that he makes any kind of a foul move.
Dodge to Jerrik
MAJOR OOC NOTE
IVELLAS HAS PROCURED 4 HEALING SEEDS. FOR THOSE OF YOU LOW ON HP (Nortiln, Felix) YOU CAN GET THEM THIS ROUND! TREAT THEM AS A POTION OF CURE SERIOUS WOUNDS (3d8+5).
I'd prefer if someone would just heal Kyuu so that we don't have to "waste" one of them on him, since he has 28 HP at max))
*As Jerrik and his men slowly advance, the group notices that a man suddenly appears in front of Ivellas. He is none other than DERRIK SWIFTJOKE, JACKASS OF THE REALM®. He appears to be talking with Ivellas, but none other than Ivellas hears what he has to say. Suddenly, Derrik tosses Ivellas a bag of items after Ivellas tosses him a pouch of money, and Derrik dissapears as quickly as he appeared.*

Posted by: Rusty Tue Dec 07, 2004 6:01 am
*Prestle lowers his head, praying softly for a moment upon seeing Jerrik, now an undead puppet. Clenching his fist, Prestle stomps one hoof on the ground. Out of the corner of his eye Prestle sees Kyuu bleeding badly, scars from the past few battles, and hurries over to him.*
: Hold still, friend. This will only take a moment.
*Prestle barely touches the wounds and begins to pray. Surprisingly, Prestle could now heal! Some of Kyuu's wounds begin to heal and close up. Seeing the cure successful, Prestle smiled. He had always wished to be like Arthur, and in a way, he was now...Only instead he could heal...And he wanted it that way.*
((1d8+2 = 8 HP restored to Kyuu.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Dec 07, 2004 7:12 am
Garudaos stood horrified, his eyes showing him things his mind was too hopeful to conjure on it's own. There, standing at the gate with a bloody axe in hand, was the gruff dwarf who'd welcomed him at Manarina. As it had been before the draconic fighter arrived in the city of spellcasters, now it was in the kingdom of Guardiana: a scene of utter chaos, people fleeing for their lives in a frenzy, unaware of anything but that they had to leave quickly if they were to survive.
And yet now, when the gates of the kingdom and the relative safety beyond stood so close, the fighters and the soon-to-be refugees of Guardiana were being denied passage. Worse still, Jerrik had slain Gort of the Shining Force, his own flesh and blood as well as a hero from long-lost days. Now the dwarf, who'd supposedly been with Max almost from the beginning of their quest to stop the Dark Dragon's ressurection, was nothing more than a fresh corpse and a warning to others who would try and save their lives.
Must we do this time and time again? the dragonman thought, anger welling up within him again. First Sera Moonflow, advisor to the Queen, and now the sturdy Jerrik, leader of Lady Anri's troops? Blasphemous indeed... the Jerrik we knew would have removed his own limbs before succumbing to such actions, before slaying his brother or anyone else on another's dark whim. How many more, before the world is again freed from such torment? How long before these fell deeds cease?
"Marcus... ready you bow and steel your resolve," Garudaos said, once more bringing the greatsword up to attack one who had been an ally. "Again today, we shall have to do a thing I could not have seen in the most grisly of my nightmares; be ready to attack with all you can muster!"
((Attack (on the nearest enemy): 1d20 + 14 = 30
Damage: 2d6 + 1d8 + 9 = 22
Also...
*Points at sig*))

Posted by: Kyosokun Tue Dec 07, 2004 8:08 am
Marcus, seeing the arrows come flying out of the shadows, quickly steps away from the rest of them, drawing his bow as he does. Knocking an arrow, he does a quick survey to find the bowmen. ((Moving about ten feet back from the rest of the group, looking for the bowmen. If I need:
Spot - d20(16) + 14 = 30
If I can find them, I shoot an arrow
Attack: Bow - d20(18) + 10 = 28 +1 if within 30ft = 29
Dam. if hits - 1d8(5) + 2 = 7 +1 if within 30ft = 8
If I can see one to fire at, I ready an action to fire at the next new threat to present itself))

Posted by: Lord Zendor Tue Dec 07, 2004 10:42 am
*Nortiln gets one of the healing seeds and quickly eats them* (( 6 + 5 + 5 + 5 = 21 Points healed))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Dec 07, 2004 6:44 pm
Felix obtains a Healing Seed and puts it to use at once. (3 + 4 + 2 + 5 = 14)

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Dec 07, 2004 8:25 pm
((I was going to turn undead, or try anyway, but I'm not sure how far we are from the gate))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Dec 07, 2004 8:33 pm
((Actually, considering that I've got 10 HP and I'm the only one who's in melee attack range, I could use a good healing...))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Dec 07, 2004 8:42 pm
Solomon's laser strikes true as the guards move towards the group, charring Jerrik's flesh (26 damage) and obiliterating one of the guards behind him. Felix's arrow also strikes, burning away some of Jerrik's now undead flesh. Meanwhile, Marcus manages to see all four snipers scattered about the roofs, striking one with his arrow. Garaudaos advances, but is not able to reach his foes... yet.
A barrage of arrows strike Myala as her turn attempt fails, dealing heavy wounds to the healer.
((Total of 2 hits and 1 critical hit for 26 points of damage on Myala.))
Battle:
Jerrik
Guards: 11
Snipers: 4
: "Haven't seen you for a little bit... How'd your new posts turn out?" Jerrik questions as he raises his axe, nearing the group.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Dec 07, 2004 8:48 pm
Solomon remains slightly behind the advancing melee fighters, readying his one working arm to attack. As he does so, he asks Daran, "Can you affect emergency field repairs? I am not currently in a condition for melee fighting." (Action- Remain 5 ft behind advancing fighters. Attack anyone who comes into range with my reach weapon, even if it means attacking someone fighting one of the fighters. Who knows? Might get an AoO.)

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Dec 07, 2004 8:56 pm
((Forgot to have Daran act last round, so he shot one of the snipers for 12 damage.)) : "Got it! You'll gonna be like new... Well kinda... Now where's that ratchet..." Daran says as he shoulders his rifle and gets out his tools, begining to work on Solomon. ((Daran is repairing Solomon. 11 points of damage repaired.))

Posted by: Rusty Tue Dec 07, 2004 9:10 pm
*Prestle sees his ally and friend, Garudaos, advance to the front of the line, despite his injuries. Prestle shakes his head as he hurries over to aid him.* : Garudaos...Charging in that condition is suicide! Do be careful... ((Prestle abandons Obscuring Mist for Cure Light Wounds! >.> Meh, I'll memorize a better spell next time...Hopefully it'll come in handy?))
*Prestle casts a Cure Light Wounds spell on Garudaos. Some of the dragonman's wounds heal cleanly.*
((1d8+2 = 6. >.> Sorry.))

Posted by: Kyosokun Tue Dec 07, 2004 9:22 pm
Marcus sets his feet, and rapidly fires off 2 additional arrows at the sniper. ((Rapid Shot Attack 1: d20(17) + 10 - 2 = 25 +1 if within 30ft = 26 Dam: 1d8(6) + 2 = 8 Attack 2: d20(11) + 10 - 2 = 19 +1 if within 30ft = 20
Dam: 1d8(4) + 2 = 6))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue Dec 07, 2004 10:38 pm
Myala staggers back from the two arrows that hit her and grits her teeth. She winces slightly as she yanks both arrows out of her body and lays her hand upon her own chest. She whispers a short incantation and her wounds begin to heal. Myala abandons Inflict Serious Wounds and casts Cure Serious Wounds. Myala regains 26 hit points.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Dec 07, 2004 10:45 pm
"My thanks, technician Daran." Solomon replies as internal bus cables report system integrity for the first time that day.

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Dec 08, 2004 8:18 am
: Far better than yourself, I can imagine... why don't I show you a bit of what I've learned? It's been a while, and I'm sure this is for the best... *Ivellas begins a steady trot forward, his trot as heavy as his heart. He didn't want to do this, but Jerrik had become a willing undead servant of the strife lords, and had even just felled one of the great shining warriors with not a bit of remorse... even worse - it was his own brother! Yes, Jerrik would certainly wish this to be ended for him if he was in his right state of mind. Galloping forward, now, Ivellas tears a large chunk of Jerrik's stiffened flesh from his body with his lance, riding past him toward the gate. If he could get it open, they could escape. After making it past them, Ivellas then shouts back to the group, and finally to Jerrik.*
: Kyuu! Unleash whatever hell you can down upon them! Garudaos, you should be able to fell whatever's left! Cleave through as many as you can! Daran, if anything's left, if you have any of those grenades they'd be useful. Otherwise, get the snipers! You, too, Marcus!
~~~
: Jerrik... why? How could you forsake your home like this?
((Ride-by-attack Spirited Charge on Jerrik
1d20+17 = 32
(1d8+9)*3 = 48 damage
Dodge to Jerrik still. Moving as close to the gate as possible))
~~~
*Hearing Ivellas' orders, Kyuu couldn't wait to bring down fire upon the enemy. Unleashing a fireball from his staff, Kyuu utterly decimates the forces that are there. Jerrik, amazingly, still stands, but the remainder of his undead flesh has melted off and his axe glows a bright red from the intensity of the heat. Much of the intimidation Jerrik had instilled in the beginning of the battle now wore off as the 6 soldiers caught in the blast were reduced to a pile of ash, and he advanced forward with an incredibly shaky gait.*
((Fireball from staff of fire
7d6*1.5 = 33*1.5 = 49.5 -> 50.
DC 17 Reflex save, all failed.
42 charges left in the staff))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Dec 08, 2004 8:28 am
Jerrik's skeletal jaws and melted lips move in a mockery of speech, but no words come out, as his vocal cords are no more. However, he does charge Garoudaos, the attack failing as the dragonman parries it. Behind him, what remains of the undead guards are almost in attack range.
Daran nods and quickly redraws his rifle, looking around and shooting the wounded sniper from before. The archer falls behind the roof and does not get back up. Marcus' shots wound the next archer as they return fire by targetting Prestle and Myala.
((18, hit! 14 damage to Sniper. Sniper dies! Miss, miss, hit! 4 damage to Myala!))
Battle:
5 Guards.
Jerrik.
3 Snipers.

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Dec 08, 2004 8:53 am
*Ivellas moves to the burning gate door, and sighs as with one burst of power he throws open the door, taking a bit of damage from the fire as a sacrifice to get everyone out.* : Everyone get out! Take out as many as you can as you leave... none of these abominations can be left behind, and more importantly, none can return to the Strife Lords!
*With his words, Ivellas makes a quick double back to get Gort's body. He'd rather not leave such a valiant hero behind to be turned into the next leader of the Strife Lord army. If his spirit so wished it, he would gladly pay everything he had to bring him back to fight against the forces of evil once more*
~~~
*Nodding in understanding, Kyuu unleashes yet another fireball from the staff of fire, clearing a path for the others to get through and possibly finish off the last two snipers while the meleers finish the rest off as they exit. He just hoped Jerrik would now be able to rest in peace.*
((7d6*1.5 = 25*1.5 = 37.5 => 38
This hits Jerrik plus 2 other soldiers, so they're out. 3 soldiers left. Hit them on your way to the gate))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Dec 08, 2004 9:04 am
((Bah, this battle is over. Stupid staff of fire. May as well do this now.)) As the fire consumes his body, Jerrik opens wide his skeletal jaws... and seems to sigh in relief as he collapses into a pile of bones. As soon as Ivellas opens the doors, a figure in red robes rushes in, looking around frantically.
: "Khistezniel! I'm too late... You! I remember you from the ruins... Where is Anri? I must speak to her at once!" Otrant demands as he spots the remaining two undead guards and calls down fire to finish them off. "What is happening here? Things shouldn't be this bad..."

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Dec 08, 2004 9:09 am
*Ivellas looks at Otrant, and at first no words can come out, and he can only sigh. He gestures to the fallen Gort on his hindquarters at the moment, then finally is able to make words come out* : Thinks are far worse than they ever should have become. Anri has been taken captive as a result of the Strife Lords manipulating a number of people within the castle, Mistress Sera Moonflow included. Now I fear Anri has succumbed to their wiles as well. We must evacuate the city as quickly as possible... we're probably next. We can explain more once we are well beyond the city. We were about to head to Alterone.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Wed Dec 08, 2004 9:36 am
((Pardon the description, but it is indeed Garudaos' first time seeing all this...)) There were no words to describe the disgust he felt as Garudaos looked upon their foes - former members of the kingdom's guard, now twisted and turned for a purpose too dark and grim for words. The sight alone was enough to make the dragonman rip his scales off, enough to make him run into the depths of the sea and rub himself clean of the... things around him. But when Jerrik closed to attack... it was much, much worse. The smell, the sight of the half-rotting flesh moving like a mockery of life...
It is a mockery of life, he thought, reeling back as the horror hit him up close. An... an abomination of life... and a disturbing mockery of death... who are these Strife Lords, that they can toy so casually with others in such a manner? Is nothing sacred to them? To defile the eternal rest of another in such a manner, to use their undeath to take the souls of the living-
His thoughts were cut short as Jerrik swung his axe, now aiming the weapon he'd killed his brother with at the dragonman's head. But every impulse in his body, every fiber of his being was so disgusted by the scene roundabout him, that Garudaos batted the hefty weapon away as quickly and as hard as he could.
"Don't touch me!" he bellowed, almost frantic. "Return to the ground! You are no longer of this world!"
Jerrik surely would have struck again, had Ivellas not torn away hunks of the dwarf's flesh as he charged past like only a centaur can. The dragonman fell back a step, almost about to lose what little he'd eaten before the patrol at the sight of their deceased commander in such a condition. Luckily, Kyuu's fiery staff incinerated Jerrik and many of the guards, all of which were in as despicable a condition as Gort's brother. And just as Otrant came through the door and scorched the last two foes, Garudaos' legs turned to jelly and he sank to his knees in the midst of the war-torn kingdom of Guardiana...
"She... she was taken by the Strife Lords, to become like them..." he breathed after a time. "They... they defiled... they did this... Is nothing sacred, Ivellas? Is there nothing in this world that these demons will not corrupt with their diseased hands?"

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Dec 08, 2004 4:50 pm
Felix blinks quietly and slides his bow away. As Garudaos speaks, Felix looks down then his eyes harden, "No...we can't loss hope..." Moving forward, he bandages the wounds of Gort as best as possible, looking to Ivellas when done, "Can we find a healer? We can't wait for one here."
((Heal: 6 + 2 = 8 [Enough to keep his guts from falling out to be blunt.]))
The halfling wraps a hand around the crystal hanging at his neck and slowly stands.

Posted by: Kyosokun Wed Dec 08, 2004 5:37 pm
Now that the combat was through, the adreniline faded, leaving only the fatigue and fear. Is this why I was sent here? Shaking it off, he turns himself to the concerns at hand. "That is not the way you wrap a bandage, halfling. Here, let me..." Marcus steps up, reworking the bandage, and checking for any signs of life to save.
((Heal Check: 1d20(12) + 10 = 22))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Dec 08, 2004 7:39 pm
Sadly, the aged warrior Gort has indeed passed away, there is no longer any breath of life to sustain. : "Then it has already begun... Listen. I know of a sanctuary nearby, a small shrine. It's much closer than Alterone and has a small staff of monks that can heal your wounds. There is not much time now, I'm afraid... Come. I will lead you to it and explain what I found out on the way. With the gate guards down, the townspeople should have no trouble leaving, and I'm afraid neccessity forces my choice to you. I have need... No. The world has need of you. Please, follow me," Otrant says, urgently.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed Dec 08, 2004 8:38 pm
Solomon reattaches his malfunctioning arm, locking it into a single position. Wordlessly, he picks up the fallen warrior Gort, realizing that speed was essential, and his tireless body would be slowed the least by the weight. "Should I run ahead to warn them, Seer Ortrant?" the android asks, recognizing the man from Daran's descriptions.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Dec 08, 2004 9:15 pm
: "It shouldn't be neccessary so long as we all make haste now," Otrant says, walking at a very fast pace towards a cart and horses outside of town. "Not the most glamourous way of getting around, but efficient and fairily fast... I'd teleport everyone there save for the fact I think it wise to conserve my power.There should be room for everyone but the centaurs, who shall have to gallop beside us I'm afraid."

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed Dec 08, 2004 10:11 pm
Solomon lowers the dead hero gently onto the cart, then makes ready to run beside it. "I can maintain a higher speed for long-distance travel than your cart. I will remain with the centaurs, and leave room for this warrior."

Posted by: Kyosokun Thu Dec 09, 2004 12:57 am
Heeding the words of Otrant, Marcus quickly follows and hops into the cart, positioning himself in the front left corner. "Then let us move quickly. The faster we are away from here, the better it seems." Marcus kept his bow at ready though, in case trouble arose....

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Dec 09, 2004 1:12 am
The group soon arrives at a small shrine in the forests outside of Guardiana. Otrant excuses himself, saying he has a few things to check on, but leaves you in the care of the shrine monks, who tend to your wounds. Time passes as the monks work and you regather your strength. Daran is working on repairing Solomon as the last monk uses the last of his spells to heal Myala.
((Everyone is healed/repaired. You have some time before Otrant returns.))

Posted by: Kyosokun Thu Dec 09, 2004 1:38 am
While everyone else is being tended, Marcus waits patiently at the back of the room, watching. Finally, Marcus speaks up. "Well, now that we are out of any imminent danger, can anyone explain to me what just happened?" he says, cutting right to the chase. "I've picked up snippets as you all have talked... But thats far from the whole story. So why doesn't someone just start from the beginning?"

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Dec 09, 2004 2:19 am
Myala remains silent as the monk heals her wounds and bows her head slightly in gratitude. The young elf holds much sorrow within her heart and soul, and it can be seen through her amber eyes. Many had always said that one's eyes were the gateway to one's soul, and all of them were right. She slowly walks over to Kyuu but says nothing to him.

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Dec 09, 2004 3:02 am
*Staring straight ahead at the carnage wrought by the fires he had produced, he can't move at first, even to look at Myala as she moves up to him* : So much carnage, but at what cost...? *Kyuu's voice simply trails off, still staring blankly forward, unable to comprehend how or why what had just happened had happened. One of his instructors and authority figures was dead by his own hands... though come to think of it, what would killing undead be considered? As a bit of consolidation to himself, he was sure Jerrik would have wanted it this way if anything like this ever happened. He was too proud to be some mindless servant of darkness.
Though Kyuu looked forward, still as a statue, sudden spasmic movements in his body signalled he wanted to move forward,
~~~
Meanwhile, Ivellas agrees with Otrant's idea, and hands Gort's body carefully over to Solomon to put onto the wagon. If he was going to travel in stride, then he would have to remain as unberdained as possible. Afterwards, Ivellas readies the group to move out. Time was of the essence, and already they had far too little of it.*

Posted by: Rusty Thu Dec 09, 2004 4:00 am
*Prestle walks over to Marcus, nodding his head.* : I can't very well start from the beginning, since I wasn't here from the beginning, but...I shall try. *Prestle closes his eyes, picturing the memories in his head as he speaks.* : The group had saved me from a group of monsters...So I pledged my life to help them in their cause. For a while, I just followed along...Not entirely sure what I was getting myself into. Though lately, things seem rather grim...Our enemies are the Strife Lords and any creatures they send at us. I'm not entirely sure of their motive myself, nor can I recall it if I heard it, but I'd guess it's something to do with obtaining some power. To make things short and skip ahead, we were to be guarding the queen...Though apparently the Strife Lords had taken control of one of our allies, Sera, and forced her against us. Only in death did she regain her free-will...
*Prestle looks down for a moment, then opens his eyes and looks into the eyes of Marcus.*
: ...And they captured Queen Anri. They took her while Sera had distracted us, and we believe she's now under their influence. We have to save the Queen...We have to stop the Strife Lords...And that dwarf you saw out there...The one with the pale skin...He used to be our commander, leading us from town to town, making sure we did our jobs...They got to him, too...The Strife Lords are vicious, and they must be stopped.
*Prestle didn't want to talk long...Because even though they weren't in imidiate danger, he wanted to be ready for anything. He also knew he wouldn't be the best for explaining their situation in detail...He wasn't the best story teller, and he wasn't there from the beginning, either.*

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Dec 09, 2004 7:01 am
"The Strife Lords seek something to do with the link you uncovered in the ruins." Solomon states. "The ruins were a military compound in my time, known as Fort Granger. It was classified as a sensor station and communication array, that is, it's purpose was to use ancient tools to search for enemies. However, more equipment was diverted to the station than the purpose warrented. Furthermore, there was a project, codename 'Thanas'. During the fight with the Strife Lords, I querried the trio regarding Thanas."
Solomon's voice dies out as a recording takes over. Amid the noise and shouts of battle, the android's voice plays over, distorted from the location of the microphone. "Do you really believe you can use the treasure of Fort Granger? Thanas has more secrets than you know." Erebeus' reply is almost immediate. "Thanas has more secrets than YOU know, perhaps. But its charge is well known to us. Almost as well known to us as it is to those who put it there... It was old when even your civilization was young, mechanical man. You are bluffing,"
The android continues as the recording cuts off. "I wonder. Did the Strife Lords show such a personal interest in the Queen and your group before or after you obtained the link? Either way, I believe that link will play a large role in the fight to come."

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Dec 09, 2004 7:42 pm
The dragonman's mind was a jumble of thoughts, each conflicting with one another so much that he'd sat apart from the others. I want the Strife Lords to be gone so badly it hurts, he thought looking down at his feet. I want to tear apart anything that has to do with them mercilessly, yet many are their victims. I want to slay first and ask questions later, but the knowledge of their motives will be a powerful ally in ending this as quickly as possible. I want to rescue Lady Anri, yet I also want to return to my home and never leave its comforts.
And something else added Garudaos' troubles, something that could be fixed quickly and perhaps even painlessly. It was a thing that had been grating on his thoughts for many a battle, and after this last fight he had had enough. Stepping off to one side, he signaled for Myala's attention and beckoned for her to approach.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Dec 09, 2004 8:23 pm
Myala turns her gaze to him and walks over. Her eyes seem a bit glassy and void but this is probably due to everything they have experienced in the past few months. As terribly strained as she is right now, adding on to it with conversation that might cause stress wouldn't be smart. Though he has her attention, he can see that she's in no condition to speak.
((I'm pretty sure I know what this is about, my patterns of healing. I realize that there was one or maybe two times I healed myself when I really didn't need to, but otherwise all the other times I have healed myself have been justified. In the last battle I probably would not have gotten to any of those who were really badly injured, and with the exception of Felix, I was hurt the worst. 6-5 HP left after those 2 hits I think. When you are a cleric or priest, you think logically. How long are they going to survive if they go up to heal someone in the front lines and are badly damaged? Not long, I assure you. They are always the biggest targets, and the party is pretty much screwed without a healer. Besides, we only have 2 clerics, one of which is half my level, and Myala can only do so much. If I'm wrong about what it is he wants, I'll just feel like a dumb ass))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Dec 09, 2004 9:00 pm
((Oooh... almost right on target. You've kinda got half of it...)) "I will be short and to the point," the dragonman said in a low tone, trying to keep his words between himself and the lady before him. "You are a priestess, and it is your duty to heal the wounds of others. I find that you have too many times put attacking a foe above allowing others to do the same. We, as the ones on the frint lines, havea duty to protect those behind us, and you are included within that set. And at the same time, in order for us to defend you we must have the strength to do so - something you must ensure."
"I understand that you want to be useful to us" he continued, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Your presence alone alongside myself and and the others is enough to fulfill that goal; your other skills merely increase that worth a hundredfold. Do understand that I do not speak of these things out of anger, but out of concern; my strength is both great, and yet lacking when I seem to need it most. I want you to do all that you can, for if I should fall in battle I do not want to so worrying that my allies are in dire straights. I apologize for the interruption; please, continue whatever it was that you were doing."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Dec 09, 2004 9:43 pm
((You do make a good point )) Myala seems to shrink back a bit as he speaks, mostly intimidated by the much larger man. However, he can see in her eyes that she seems upset with her self as well, and knows she is not living up to the expectations of the group. Even worse, she might not being living up to the expectations of her God either. When he begins to speak more soothingly, the young elf finally starts to relax. When he finishes she slowly nods.
"I understand that I have not been living up to the group's standards, nor my own, or perhaps even my God's. My strain should not surprise you. Being one of the only healers in this group, it is...difficult if not impossible to do everything that is expected of me. Along with everything else that has been going on lately, I fear all this stress has caused me to lapse in my judgment at rather inopportune times. Elves are much different than those of other races. We are much more...sensitive physically and somewhat emotionally as well, though we tend to respond to negative behavior with violence. Most do not care so much about duty and laws as they do about compassion and the genuine desire to help people. I know this may be odd of me to say, but I am no exception. I believe compassion and a true desire to help those need to be far more important than simple duty. There is no denying that when I first joined the army, it was to prove myself, and to perhaps have vengeance upon those that killed my parents. While adventuring with all of you, that desire began to dwindle, but after being possessed and facing the Strife Lords, that desire has come back ten times as strong. I do not wish to let this anger and lust for blood overcome me, but it’s so hard when I see the terrible things they have done to innocent people!"
Myala closes her eyes tightly and sinks to her knees, tears of anger and frustration streaming down her face. She clenches her hands into fists and slams her left fist into the floor.
((Ouch, that had to hurt. Too bad I don't have an angry Myala avatar ))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Dec 10, 2004 5:19 am
"Rise, fair lady," the dragonman said as he bent down, placing a hand on either shoulder as he brought Myala back to a standing position. "You are not the only one of us to have been galvanized by that event, nor are you the only one who has lost control and done something out of rage. Do you not remember my outburst, similar to what I see you doing now? No... you need not apologize for doing what you thought to be necessary. I am here now only to see to it that you do what you have to do - what you want to do, and would do were it not for your emotions. I want nothing more than to aid you in controlling and channeling your feelings, lest the Strife Lords use it to their advantage."
"We have talked enough of these matters," Garudaos said. "Let us return to the others, and see what they may have discovered about our foes."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Dec 10, 2004 6:28 am
After a total of ten hours have passed since you arrived, Otrant returns. ((Spell casters have had ample time to rememorize spells if I recall correctly. If not, the shrine has a unique property about it that permits spell power to recharge quicker. ))
: "I am afraid I have terrible news... Queen Anri is marching with a contingent of her soldiers for the Gate of the Ancients. I do not know for what reason, but it is my belief she intends to raise the Castle of the Ancients from the depths once more! There is no possible good that can come of such a thing... I am hesistant to say it, but we must be ready to stop her should reason fail. Ready yourselves, swiftly. I do not have a spell to teleport such a large number of people, but I do have one to greatly increase your speed. If you use it, you should get there just before she does. I will join you shortly after your arrival, I am afraid much requires my attention in these once more troubled times..." Otrant says in his swift yet formal manner.

Posted by: Kyosokun Fri Dec 10, 2004 7:31 am
Wordlessly, Marcus rises and begins to ready himself for travel, stowing away things in his pack.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Dec 10, 2004 1:45 pm
And so it has come to this, Garudaos thought, removing his armor so he could refit it on his body as securely as possible. Queen Anri of Guardiana - the lady I swore to help in her mission to keep her kingdom safe, the woman I promised to aid in her search for Max - is now marching under the banner of the Strife Lords, albeit unwillingly. I have - no, we have - no other recourse but to stop her, by force if necessary.
"The Strife Lords shall indeed pay for their transgressions," he said, slamming the greatsword into it's sheath. "I am prepared; let us see if I am truly ready."

Posted by: Kaihaku Fri Dec 10, 2004 3:23 pm
Felix frowns, a distant sad look on his face before he speaks, "We... should find our friends and warn them. We can't oppose the three dark lords by themselves, do you really think we could do anything aganist the Queen with them?" He sighs, looking at the ground, "With help maybe we could do more..."
((As for the healing... You healed no one during the lull in battle leaving most of us fighting jerrik with next to no health. Don't you have a healing wand as well as spells, you might have healed the most wounded of us while we were standing around staring at the burning city. Granted, Felix was off on his own but the others were directly near you.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Dec 10, 2004 8:49 pm
: "Felix, you are correct, but I do not require you to go up against the three dark ones. All that is required is for you to warn the garrison at the Gate, or if we haven't made it there fast enough, take care of the regular enemy line soldiers. I will attempt to stop the Queen myself, and Light willing, the help I summoned will arrive to keep the Strife Lords in check," Otrant explains.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Dec 10, 2004 10:29 pm
"Would it not be wise to send runners ahead?" Solomon asks. "We have centaurs, and while I do not move as fast as others might, I do not tire, either. We might be able to warn the Garrison or even call for others to aid us, and have those runners rejoin the main group in time for greet Queen Anri."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Dec 10, 2004 11:04 pm
((Arc brought it up and we talked about it. There is no need for others to start nagging me about this too. Also, it will be much easier for me to know who to heal if I actually know what everyone's HP is at. 5-10% of the people actually have their HP posted in their sig))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Dec 11, 2004 12:01 am
: "The spell will make all your speeds equivalent, so there is no point in runners. I'd use a teleport magic, but the ones I have access to I need to conserve to make sure the others get there to support you when the time comes. Are you all prepared?"

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sat Dec 11, 2004 2:57 pm
"Systems operational." Solomon states. "Weapons primed, defensive systems engaged. Lead, and I will follow."

Posted by: Kyosokun Sat Dec 11, 2004 8:46 pm
Marcus just shook his head. He wasn't prepared, but there was nothing to be done about that at this stage. He was as prepared as he could get, having been thrown into this. He was what they had, and he'd do the best he could. Not sparing any time for thoughts about what he was truely getting himself into, he shouldered his pack. "The faster we leave, the better."

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Dec 12, 2004 12:33 am
Otrant gives you directions and begins chanting, casting a spell unknown to even the mages among your group. When it is complete, everything seems to be moving in slow motion, and you feel tremendous energy welling inside you. Solomon reads that his power core and leg-motors are being boosted by a localized arcane energy field. Assuming you begin the journey, the landscape flies by you as you run, gallop, and fly at speeds you didn't even know could be reached. (Solomon calculates the group is moving at an amazing rate of 120 miles per hour.) Furthermore, despite the distance and speed at which you are running, none of you feel the least bit tired. This continues on for a good fifteen minutes before the spell begins to wear off and you feel the energy boost and speed wear down. In the span of a minute, you go from amazing speed to a regular run. A short walk away, in front of you, is Fort Tacitus, the stronghold built around the Gate of the Ancients shortly after the First Shining War to prevent any more incursions into the accursed structure. Smoke rises from parts of the building...

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun Dec 12, 2004 2:21 am
"The forces of the Strife Lords have arrived already," Garudaos said, looking for any sign of enemies as he cotinued his run. "We must move faster, lest they cause more damage than we can repair..."

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sun Dec 12, 2004 6:34 pm
Solomon tries various audio filters in conjugation with LNAs to try and pick out what might be happening in the encampment. (Listen check. 1d20 + 6. Because for whatever reason, listen and spot aren't class skills for robots...)

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Dec 12, 2004 11:07 pm
Solomon picks up the clash of steel on steel much farther in, and the dull whomp of a few relatively minor explosions. The gates have been left open, strangely enough with no signs of being forced. The first courtyard is home to a scene of carnage, knights, mages, archers and soldiers lying amidst the broken bodies of monsters and cultists. Smoke rises from craters in the ground, and the inner gates have been blasted off their hinges.

Posted by: Kyosokun Mon Dec 13, 2004 5:24 am
Marcus stays near the back of the group, an arrow nocked and ready, with an eye out for any danger. "Looks like we may have arrived too late. Let us make haste, but remain vigilant...."

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Dec 13, 2004 7:45 am
"The gates were not forced." Solomon notes. Running a fast scan through his memory, he makes a quick conclusion. "Beware of the possibility of shadows lurking in dark places. They have exhibited mind control abilities in the past, and the gates indicate to me that some sort of mind control has been used here."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Dec 13, 2004 7:37 pm
Myala remains in her place behind the stronger members of the group, holding her morningstar tightly in her hands. Her amber eyes slightly widen at the sight of so much carnage, but they quickly narrow in anger. "Will this needless death never stop? We should make haste, but be cautious."
((If your character gets injured in battle to the point where it’s a problem, please tell me that you need healing and I will get to you as soon as I possibly can. I'm not always going to know how badly injured everyone is))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Dec 16, 2004 6:51 am
: "Hey... I... I think this one's still alive!" Daran suddenly pipes up from near the gates. : "Ooooooooh..." a centuar in officer's armor moans. Gashes cover his body and he looks very weak. His face is distinguished by a long, drooping mustache and long mutton chops. His hair is also fairly long.

Posted by: Kyosokun Thu Dec 16, 2004 7:34 am
"Cover me while I tend to him, please.", Marcus says as he returns his arrow to the quiver and rushes up the the Centaur. "Easy, I'm here to help. What happened here?" ((Healing = d20(9)+10=19))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Dec 16, 2004 7:40 pm
Though Marcus does not seem to be able to stop all of the bleeding, the centaur nods his thanks as the efforts certainly help. : "Thanks... Anri... She came to the fort with a host of soldiers behind her... She said she needed to inspect the Gate at once, so we opened the Fort's gates... We thought the soldiers were our relief units. They flooded into the Fort behind her as Anri began to walk to the Watchman's Cliff in the very northernmost section of the Fort... As soon as she was out of sight, a monstrous figure clad all in black armor appeared and uttered commands to the new soldiers... They fell upon us... tore us to pieces... We weren't prepared, we thought they were allies. He just walked right past us and towards the Gate... I'd never seen anything like it, not even during the Shining War..." the knight coughs violently as blood splatters from his mouth. "Ear... Sir Earnest is still fighting them, I think... Deeper in the Fort... I heard his war cry... Same one he used when... He fought Balbazak..."

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu Dec 16, 2004 11:38 pm
So many heroes of legend, and still the Strife Lords prevail, Garudaos though observing the carnage that lay about. It took a few moments for the information to register, but when the injured soldier began to speak there was no doubt as to who he was. Vankar of the Shining Force, and Earnest, slayer of Balbazak...
"We must hurry; if Sir Earnest is indeed still fighting, we may yet be able to halt this madness," Garudaos said. "Sir Vankar, will you need our aid in the meantime?"

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Dec 17, 2004 12:13 am
: No, the one guy patched me up pretty good... I think I can handle the rest myself so long as no one drops in on me while I'm busy... Just make sure you give ol' Ernie some back up, all right?" Vankar says as he searches through his belt pouch. "Gods... I picked a hell of a day to quit drinking..."

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sat Dec 18, 2004 5:02 pm
System> Queen Anri now assumed to be in service to the Shadowlords. Queen, Magic user, Anri, Human assigned threat level 0-. (Danger to core directive 0, not acting independently.) Use of lethal force optional for threat level 0-, not required.
Authorize use of lethal force?
System> ...
Solomon stands unusually quiet in the background.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Dec 18, 2004 8:17 pm
Myala is unusually silent after what she has heard, but is also quite disturbed even though she doesn't show it. The young elf sighs and shakes her head, her gaze turning to Ivellas. "Ivellas...if what we hear about miss Anri is true, could...l-lethal force become necessary?"

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sun Dec 19, 2004 10:27 pm
((OOC: The stuff I post in orange and red are Solomon's internal processor feeds. Orange being system outputs, and Red being the inputs from his AI programming. They aren't audible, in case I didn't make that clear in the beginning. Sorry, probably should've said that earlier.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Dec 20, 2004 2:07 am
OOC: I know that, but don't assume he would be the only one thinking that after what they've heard.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Mon Dec 20, 2004 6:38 pm
I appologize. I made a mistaken assumption based on Myala's choice of the phrase 'lethal force', given her normal speech patterns. Let's just say exams have kept me from reading posts with the depth I normally do, and leave it at that.

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Dec 22, 2004 5:30 pm
*Ivellas' heart sank as Myala asked her question. How could he tell her the answer that both of them knew was true, yet neither wanted to believe? Slowly, he began to nod his head* : Our first objective, Myala, is to bring her back to Guardiana alive and under her own control.
*Ivellas sighs*
: Myala, as a priestess you would understand the importance of omens, predictions, visions, and prophecies sent from the gods better than I. If you remember the girl we saved earlier in the city, she was a girl who had not only predicted the destruction of Guardiana by Darksol, but also Anri turning sides and leading an army of undead for the Strife Lords... who she also predicted would be involved.
*Ivellas' voice becomes louder, as he now wishes to address the entire group*
While I would not normally condone regicide, you must remember that your foe is only Queen Anri in body, not in mind. In her current state, she will give you no reprieve, and so I must say that you will have to respond in the same manner. If Anri can be spared, then so be it, but you will have to ask yourself one question? Is it better for Anri to go on as a servant of darkness in a life she cannot control, or is it better that you end such a pathetic facsimile of her once glorious life so that she may find peace? In any event, until the point where she has lost arises, all damage is to be NON-LETHAL on the queen. If she refuses to surrender at such a time, then the call will be made. I want to bring our queen back as much as the rest of you, and I would gladly wade through the legion of hellspawn waiting beyond to do so. But know now that many a brave shining warrior have fallen in defense of this kingdom, and I would gladly lay my life down, knowing that my soul was amongst their company. You are all now soldiers of Guardiana, regardless of whatever your past may have been, and now it is time for Guardiana to take the fight against evil and take its mighty reprieve against evil's forces!
((CHA check: 1d20 = 19 for the rousing speech))
*With the last words, Ivellas seems to turn away from the group and enter into what appears to be a charge. Ivellas had waited long for his chance to truly serve the kingdom, not just fight against evil springing up elsewhere. The fight was now close to home, and Ivellas basked in the fog of war, and the thought of this coming battle only wet his appetitemore. He only hoped the others would share his enthusiasm, lest they would all fail.*

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Dec 22, 2004 10:26 pm
Ivellas soon realizes there are two options in front of him. He can either check on Sir Earnest and the Gate itself, or lead the group to the Watchman's Cliff, where the Queen was heading.

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Fri Dec 24, 2004 5:08 am
System> Directive recieved from outside source. Directive: Non-lethal force for Magic User, Queen, Anri, Human, Threat level 0-. Wartime conditions exits. Fighter, Ivellas, Centaur has not been internally authorized to issue system directives. Directive need not be followed automatically.
Set directive?
...
Once I accept this directive, I cannot break it without outside orders.
...
There has been too much surprise. There is too much unaccounted for. Normal laws of probability do not seem to apply any more, and prediction is impossible.
I cannot risk being forced to delay until an acceptable outside force revokes the order.
Set directive?
System> Disregard directive.

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Dec 24, 2004 7:04 am
*Ivellas, sensing that if he acts quickly enough both threats can be eliminated, leads group to aid Sir Earnest's struggle. Hopefully, he could help them against Anri's forces once his threat is neutralized.* ((WD: That's just an order to not write your directive, correct? ie: You'll still follow, but (and Ivellas doesn't know this) you'll not be subduaing?))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Dec 24, 2004 9:48 pm
After a short run, the group comes upon the Gate of the Ancients at the very heart of the fort. An imposing gate made of what appears to be wood set into a reconstructed and reinforced stone wall, obviously part of the fort's new construction. Amassed in front of the Gate is what must be at least a hundred dead bodies, friend and foe alike.
: "Re... Reinforcements? Your... timing is off..." a stern, yet weak voice comes from a centaur in officer's armor who slowly tries to prop himself up against the wall next to the gate. "It's already too late for most of my men... But if you have healing... Maybe some..."
The centaur breaks off in a fit of coughing as you recognize the badly wounded figure as the Shining Warrior Earnest.

Posted by: Knight_019 Sat Dec 25, 2004 3:31 am
: Troops, aid Earnest and any of his remaining men! *Shortly after his orders, Ivellas points out 5 of Earnest's men that he found to be alive. Then, as quickly as Ivellas can hustle, he moves to Earnest's side and administers the healing water, watching as his wounds immediately begin to fade.*
: What happened, Sir Earnest, and will you and your remaining men be able to aid us stop Anri before it's too late?
((NSG: Use up the wand of CLW or whatever it was before you dig into your spell reserve))

Posted by: Kyosokun Sat Dec 25, 2004 4:44 am
Marcus, looking grim, quickly comes to the aide to the wounded soldiers, doing what he can for them while Magical Aide may be administered to others. "Here, hold still..." he says to the first, as he bandages. All these men dead. Killing that serves no purpose.... Ill times to see so much of the work of war... How I long for the peace of the forest... So much death.... Marcus thoughts move, fractured, only brough back to the task at hand by the grunt of the soldier as he pulls the bandage too tight. "Sorry. You should be good..." he says as he rises and moves to the next soldier.
((Healing: d20(13) + 10 = 23))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Dec 26, 2004 9:16 pm
OOC: Since I don't know how wounded they are, I'll use it as many times as I need to heal the wounded. If I run out of charges, TUM, let me know

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Dec 26, 2004 10:08 pm
Though the healing does drain the wand of many charges (12), between Marcus and Myala, the remnants of Earnest's troops are swiftly patched up. Earnest swiftly gets up as the healing potion works its magic. : "Anri? I was wondering why... Nevermind. We were guarding the Gate as usual when we hear a terrific clash at the front gate. I sent some of my soldiers to find out what was going on, but they never came back... I decided to keep everyone here to maintain the guard on the Ancient's seal. It was to no avail. A towering... it MUST have been a demon, no man could fight like that... A towering demon, encased in black armor and followed by a large number of various soldiers and monsters attempted to break through our lines. Light help us all, he did, and with ease! We took down almost all of his minions, but nothing we did seemed to even SCRATCH him! In any case... I failed. I saw him open the Gate, step through, and seal it behind him right before I lost consciousness... I saw Anri in the distance, heading up the north ramp to the Watchman's Cliff, but she didn't pay any attention. I assumed she couldn't hear me, or was trying to pull some big magic stunt like in the old days... She's been up there since. As the battle was raging, I saw wierd flashes and lightning coming from up there. Do you know what's she's doing?" Earnest asks after his explanation.

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Dec 27, 2004 7:18 pm
Garudaos, remained silent, not wanting to let anything on his mind slip out. While the others attempted to be hopeful, he'd already resigned himself to dealing with hte worst possible situation - he would have to kill the very Queen he worked so hard to protect. Of course, I will start off with the intent to subdue, the fighter rationalized. But if it even begins to look like she is too far gone into the darkness to be brought back... I will do what I must. I did the same with Lady Sera, and I raised arms against Sir Jerrik; I must not falter, should the same be necessary for Lady Anri.
And yet, I doubt others are as able to strike her down, the dragonman thought, looking first at Ivellas and then at Earnest. Both centaurs know what needs to be done, and yet... I do not know if their resolve is great enough. Ivellas has been leading this group for a long time - longer than I have been a part of it. Earnest has been with the Queen far longer than any of us. For either to go from protecting her to fighting and even slaying her in such a short time... will either be able to do such a thing?
Sighing, Garudaos turned away and looked to the trail which wound towards the cliff. I pray that both Sir Earnest and Ivellas can do what they must, while there is yet time to do it...

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Dec 29, 2004 6:08 am
*Ivellas shakes his head dejectedly, unable to believe what he is about to say* : She... she intends to raise the Castle of the Ancients from the depths again. She believes that if she does she can bring back Max. The Strife Lords have poisoned her mind, and eventually were able to convince her to do it, so as you can imagine, certainly no good can come of this.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Dec 29, 2004 6:13 am
: "Anri under control? But she's one of the strongest... There's got to be a way to reason with her. Some way to break through whatever is manipulating her mind..." Earnest says as the ground rumbles omniously below. "Well, we'll have to think on the way. I'll lead you to the cliff myself. Are you all prepared?"
EDIT!!!!
I just was informed I didn't give XP for the previous two fights. Assume everyone gains enough to level up. Sorry guys. : P

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Dec 29, 2004 6:15 am
: Even if I wasn't, we must move with all due haste. *Taking a moment to turn to the rest of the group, Ivellas shouts out to them* : TROOPS, ASSEMBLE! PREPARE TO MOVE OUT!

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Dec 29, 2004 7:37 am
After a frantic race through the fort, you come to the outcropping of rock known as Watchman's Cliff. At any other time, the lightly forested spur of land would be idyllic and serene, but now it is foreboding and eerie as a chill wind whips around you and the sun is blotted from the sky by dark clouds.
: "There she is... Who the heck is that?" Earnest says, pointing forward as you easily recognize the form of Shailtor whispering into Anri's ear as she stands at the very edge of the cliff. Runes pulsate around her in a circle on the ground and her normal attire is replaced by wine red and black robes. She seems hesistant for some reason, but Shailtor seems to have convinced her to continue whatever she was doing. She begins chanting in a very loud voice.
: "Aeya, synora, kyaera, I invoke thee to rise again! Up from the depths and taste the air once more! Aeya, synora, lyaeea..." Anri shouts as Shailtor starts laughing, a mocking, somewhat shrill sound that hurts your ears to hear. Then he sees you, and his voice is clearly heard despite the distance between you.
: "Oh, but you're persistent, aren't you? Excellent! There's going to be much more fun this time around! Well, I'll leave you in the care of my minions, as I have to get ready for when our lovely queen finishes her spell. A pity I can't play with you, but like all great villains, I'm not going to fight you myself until you're a bit more in my league... Ehehehehe..." Shailtor finishes his short speech with a mocking laugh and vanishes as a wave of monsters advances toward you. Demons and devils wheel about in the sky as a monstrous two headed giant lumbers forward, in front of him two many headed serpents.
: "I see some spellcasters in support! Hey archers! Concentrate your fire with me on them, if they go down quickly we won't have to worry about spells!" Daran suggests as he brings his sniper rifle to bear.
((Note: Marcus is the Hans sprite. The others at your start point are the survivors you rescued.))
BATTLE!
Initiative:
Nine Headed Hydras: 20
Death Knights: 12
Cornugons: 8
Necromancers: 7
War-Ettin: 7
Lesser Demons (Vrocks): 4

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Dec 29, 2004 10:05 pm
((Initiative: 13 + 8 = 21)) Myala narrows her eyes and readies her bow. She moves around her other companions and aims her bow at one of the Hydras, firing two arrows at it in succession. ((Myala is now to the left of the left most "Chester" guy, and is attacking the Hydra north of her.
-
Attack 1: 20 + 11 = 31
Threat Roll: 18 + 11 = 29
Damage: 8 * 3 + 6 = 30
Attack 2: 15 + 6 = 21
Damage: 5 + 2 = 7))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Dec 31, 2004 10:41 am
I still can't be sure either of those two can kill her, if it comes to that, Garudaos thought, gripping the greatsword's handle tightly in both hands. No... I must trust them. Especially Ivellas. If he could walk away from that fight with Erebus, and strike at Lady Sera, then he can do what he must upon this battlefield.
"Let us hasten to end this," the dragonman muttered, advancing forward to meet the Hydra. As the monstrosity snapped and hissed, all nine heads poised to attack, he bypassed them all and instead went for the body.
With so many heads, I would die long before I could remove all nine, he thought, twisting the weapon's handle as he roughly dragged it from its resting place. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he advanced quickly and thrust hard.
((Init: 1d20 + 3 = 21
Attack: 1d20 + 13 = 27
Damage: 2d6 + 1d8 + 8 = 16))
The strike was quick and effective, drawing blood as the electrified blade broke skin. However, the Hydra was not at all a passive creature; as soon as Garudaos' attack hit, its nine heads each lunged forth to partake of their meal. By some combination of instinctive dodging and sheer dumb luck, all but one of the heads caught only air.
"Remove yourself from my way; I have matters far greater than you to attend to!" the dragonman retorted after the blow, swinging his blade at the offending head. As the cold metal of the greatsword scored the monstrosity's flesh, Garudaos wanted to call for help; however, with Queen Anri in the midst of completing her spell, he could not afford to draw much needed support into a tiresome fight.

CODE
Name: Garudaos Race: Dragoon (dragonman - half Gold Dragon, half Human) Class: Level 5 Fighter Alignment: Neutral Good Size: Medium
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 184 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair: None
Skin: Gold scales
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HP: 51
AC: 23
INIT: 3
FORT: 7
REF: 4
WILL: 3
Base Attack Bonus: +6
HD: d12
Base Movement: 30
Abilities
STR: 24 (+7)
DEX: 16 (+3)
CON: 18 (+4)
INT: 17 (+3)
WIS: 15 (+2)
CHA: 15 (+2)
Skills
Climb + 6
Diplomacy + 10
Escape Artist + 10
Jump + 5
Swim + 5
Feats
* Exotic Weapon Proficiency (Bastard Sword)
* Weapon Focus (Bastard Sword)
** Power Attack
*** Cleave
**** Great Cleave
Weapons
<e> Shocking Greatsword of Wounding, Undeadbane(2d6, crit 19-20/x2; +2, 4 against undead; 1d8 elec damage)
<> Bastard Sword (1d10, crit. 19-20/x2 )
<> Shortbow (1d6, crit. x3)
Armor
<e> Breastplate (AC + 5, MAXDEX + 3, CHKPEN - 4)
<> Scale Mail (AC + 4, MAXDEX + 3, CHKPEN - 4)
Shield
<e> Large Wooden Shield (AC + 2, CHKPEN - 2)
Natural
Darkvision (60ft)
Natural Armor ( +4)
Bite (1d6 damage)
Claw (1d4 damage)
Breath (30 foot long Cone of Fire, 6d10 damage, useable once a day)

Posted by: Critical Mass Sun Jan 02, 2005 2:49 pm
: "This can't be happening..." Thaske thought, suddenly having been there the entire time. Sera's death was meaningless enough, and Jerrik's was something Thaske still wasn't sure that he'd ever get over. But Queen Anri... if there was one person in the entire world who was supposed to be good, who was supposed to be untouchable, who was supposed to be safe, it was her. And here she was, standing beside the Strife Lord Shailtor, dressed in robes of blood and darkness and chanting who knows what ritual of unholy evil. It was just too much. The demons, the monsters, even the undead he could handle. But to be forced to fight so many allies in such a short time, to see trusted mentors turn and betray him left and right, was beyond the scope of any mortal man to endure. Tears welled up in his eyes as he prepared a spell, unable to bring himself to attack the Queen directly but knowing in his heart that she must be stopped. A few leaves of cabbage drifted to the ground from his outstretched hand as he numbly recited the words to the spell that he hoped would buy them enough time to stop whatever the demons had planned. Each leaf was simultaneously enveloped by a tiny flare of arcane fire before it reached the ground, the raw magical energy ravenously consuming the components and forming into a coherent spell. Far in the distance, centered on the Queen herself, a lazy fog of sickly green vapors laboriously spilled out of nothingness and roiled accross the landscape.
((Init 13, Stinking Cloud centered on Anri. Spell resistance check = 17 if it applies. Anri and both Death Knights are caught in the AoE and must pass a fort save DC 18 or be nauseated until they leave the cloud (30ft radius) and for 1d4+1 rounds after. Any creature who passes must make a new check every round until they fail or leave the AoE. Nauseated characters can do nothing but make a single move action every round; no attacks, spell-casting, or concentrating on spells is possible. Cloud persists for 7 rounds.))

Posted by: Kyosokun Sun Jan 02, 2005 6:13 pm
Hearing Daran's words, he nods shortly and sets his feet, and fires off 2 arrows in quick succession at the mage in front of him. May my arrow fly true... ((Init: d20(8) + 2 = 10 Arrow 1: d20(17) + 11 - 2 = 26 +1 if within 30ft(i/w30) = 27 Dam: 1d8(7) + 2 = 9 + +1 i/w30 = 10
Arrow 2: d20(6) + 11 - 2 = 15 +1 i/w30 = 16
If hit, Dam: Dam: 1d8(4) + 2 = 6 + +1 i/w30 = 7))

Posted by: Knight_019 Sat Jan 08, 2005 9:45 pm
((IVELLAS BECOMES LEVEL 9! HP increase by 12! BAB increases by 1! REF increases by 1! WILL increases by 1!
Sense Motive increases by 1!
Note: Ivellas has an extra 200 XP for a reason
KYUU BECOMES LEVEL 8!
HP increase by 4!
CHA increases by 1!
BAB increases by 1!
WILL increases by 1!
Spellcraft increases by 4!
Kyuu learns Open/Close!
Kyuu learns Blaze 3!
Init
Kyuu: 18+7 = 25
Ivellas: 20+4 = 24
Let's hope that those init rolls will foreshadow some good rolls to come, shall we?))
*Though it was difficult to tell, Kyuu thought that the mages, the ettin, and the demon to his right of the ettin should all be in range of a new spell he had just learned. Moving up a step to make sure he could hit out that far, Kyuu began a new incantation and gestures, which were oddly not so different from another spell he had learned long ago. Upon finishing, flaming chasms begin to break throughout the ground, spreading out from a center slightly behind the hulking, two-headed beast. Fire from the chasms rained back down upon the foes caught within the area. The aftermath was shocking with the damage wrought by the spell, even though the chams had sealed themselves again. All Kyuu could think was, "Oooh, I like fire..."*
((Spell Slots before: 6/7/7/6/4
Blaze 3
8d8+8 damage = 57 damage to both mages, the ettin, and the vrock on the right
Spell Resistance check: 1d20+10 = 23
Spell slots after: 6/7/7/6/3))
*With the destruction caused by Kyuu's spell, Ivellas felt a bit safer... at least until those Cornugons came into the battle. The battle with Sera had shown them to be quite powerful, and 4 of them could only mean more than their fair share of trouble. With Garudaos concentrating on the hydra, Ivellas decided to make a move for the demon next to it. With as much power as he could muster behind his attack, Ivellas charged with more might placed behind his attack than he had ever dared before, even being a bit reckless in his endeavor. His lance struck true, however, and he left a terrible wound in the vulture-like creature's hide. Without a moment to spare, Ivellas turned his attention to the next Vrock, keeping a close, watchful eye on it as he waited to see if the vrock would drop from his lance*
((Going to be diagonally down and to the right on the closest Vrock.
For a visual:
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_ V _
_ _ I
1d20+16+2 charge - 5 power attack = 27, hit
(1d8+9+5 PA)*3 = 22*3 (yay!) = 66 damage
Dodge to the next Vrock.
Effective AC: 23. For the vrock: 24))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Jan 08, 2005 11:42 pm
Myala's arrows strike true, both slamming deep into the body of the leftmost Hydra, which lets out a horrible roar. Thaske's spell has no effect on the Death Knights, whose olfactory organ have long since rotted away. The Queen seems to be able to ignore it as well, though the look on her face suggests she has taken note of it.
Ivellas' lance cleaves right through his target Vrock, which screechs horribly as it disintegrates into dust, whatever force keeping its form anchored and stable here vanishing.
Fire rains down from Kyuu's spell, engulfing the Vrock. The other targets throw themselves out of the way, scattering to avoid the flames. They dodge the brunt, but still take horrible burns.
((Vrock only takes 37 damage. All others made Ref saves and took 29 damage.))
One of Marcus' arrows strikes his target, the first, jabbing into the dark mage's shoulder. The arrow is swiftly followed by a bullet from Daran that destroys the mage's throat, sending him down.
((16 damage from Daran, Necromancer2 dies!))
The allied archer fires at the yet, but somehow manages to miss the huge target!
: "Chaaaaaaarge!" Earnest roars, galloping forth at the Hydra on the right. The Hydra snaps at him as he nears, but it's futile as the veteran paladin dodges each of the blows and procceeds to bury his lance deep into the foe.
((Hit! 64 points of damage to Hydra2!))
A gout of blood pours from the monster's wound as it shrieks in pain.
After Garoudaos attacks, the Hydra retaliates with its nine heads, darting in to bite at the dragonman in a flurry of attacks.
((Out of 9 attacks, I rolled above a 10 on only one. That's sad. 6 damage to Garoudaos.))
Garoudaos miraculously evades or parries all of the blows save one that tears off a small piece of flesh.
The surviving mage from Earnest's garrison advances and flings a magic missle at the Ettin that scores a light wound on the creature.
((6 damage to the Ettin.))
The remaining two knights follow Earnest's lead and charge the two Hydras.
((Natural 19... Confirming crit.... Nat 19... Confirming upgraded crit... Nat 19... Confirming super upgraded crit... this is ridiculous... 16. Confirmed. 10x6= 60 damage. Second knight, Nat 19. Confirming: 18. 11x3=33 damage to Hydra2.))
The knight that charges Garoudaos' Hydra drives his lance dead center through the beast, then with astonishing swiftness manages to take it out and drive it back in again. The Hydra has a very large hole in its chest now, and it swiftly collapses from blood loss.
((Hydra1 defeated!))
The other knight manages a similar blow, dealing out a hefty wound, but not felling the beast. The allied healer rushes up to cure Garoudaos as Rue moves up.
((Garoudaos is healed for 10 HP.))
Earnest' Hydra counterattacks, seven of its heads attacking the Shining Warrior and the other two, his accomplice. Earnest manages to evade with great skill the attacks against him, but the other knight isn't so lucky, being twice bitten.
((Again. Sick luck. 14 damage to the allied knight.))
All other allies take a moment to assess the situation.
((Refocus: Init result is now 20+mod.))
The Cornugons move forward, one attacking Ivellas, the other the knight accompanying Earnest. The knight accompanying Earnest is swiftly torn apart by the vicious devil's claws, as Ivellas faces the same assault...
((Two hits for 15 damage on the allied knight= dead knight. One hit on Ivellas for 9 damage.))
Luckily, Ivellas is only scratched by the assault.
The Necromancer on the left summons a huge bolt of lightning that tears through Ivellas, Rue, Thaske, and Felix!
((Reflex save DC:17 or take 41 points of damage. Save for half damage.))
Rue screams, but manages to avoid the worst of the attack.
((Rue made his save. 20 points of damage on Rue.))
The War-Ettin moves for Earnest, clubbing at the warrior. The first strike misses, but the second inflicts a head wound on the knight! Earnest shakes his head and blinks hard to recover his bearings.
((Miss, then Critical Hit. 20 damage on Earnest.))
The Death Knights stand impassively still. (Refocus)
The Vrock in front of Garoudaos soars into the air until it is hovering just above the center of the small group around the dragonman. It begins convulsing in a disgusting manner and a cloud of spores erupts from its body to envelop the group. The very air seems to burn around you as the spores touch your flesh.
((6 damage to Garoudaos and his allied knight and healer. The Vrock is still in melee range, just off the ground.))
The Vrock near Earnest swoops down on the centaur, managing to land a hit with a claw.
((6 damage to Earnest.))
NEXT TURN!

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun Jan 09, 2005 12:27 am
Myala sets her sights on the Vrock that has been hurt by Kyuu's spell. She loads and fires two arrows at the beast in quick succession. ((Attack #1: 10 + 11 = 21 Damage: 7 + 2 = 9 [if it hits] Attack #2: 19 + 6 = 25 Damage: 4 + 2 = 6 [if it hits]))

Posted by: Critical Mass Sun Jan 09, 2005 1:08 am
Thaske drops instinctively to the ground as he sees the far-off mage chanelling a spell, and he feels a rush of air as something screams through the area his body had been just a few seconds before. His teeth rattle and his arms momentarily spasm as the ambient electricity around the bolt courses through his body, and the overpowering smell of ozone fills his nostrils. Thaske rises shakily to his feet a few moments later and steadies himself, knowing that the physical force of the bolt alone would have shattered his body to pieces. He glances over to where the Queen stood but is unable to see anything through the thick green haze.. though the obvious lack of her running out of the sickly cloud was proof enough that the spell failed to slow her down. So be it -- they'd have to do this the hard way. Thaske scans the battle and picks out the massive ettin, not exactly a hard thing to do when it towers like it does over everything else, and directs his next spell at it. Hopefully this one would actually be successful in disabling its target.
((TUM's dice love me and gave me a successful save from Asshole Magic Spell of Instant Kill #2, and Ottiluke's Resilient Sphere cast at the ettin. Ref DC 18 or be trapped in the sphere for 70 rounds.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon Jan 10, 2005 6:47 pm
((You think they love you? I must be their favorite concubine, then. Eleven damage out of a total of nine strikes, plus an AoO? That's damn good stuff...)) "Stay back!" the dragonman yelled at the healer, his voice rough and almost unkind in his mind. She will understand, however. This is battle, and by now she sould be well aware of what she can and cannot do to lend aid.
The dragonman twisted his grip on the blade quickly, before resetting it in its original position. With the added comfort that his weapon would not slip out of his hands, he swung upwards in an attempt to knock their newest attacker out of the sky. The blow landed solidly enough, but the sparks that normally accompanied his blows were conspiculously absent when the blade scored the Vrock.
((Attack: 1d20 + 13 = 29
Damage: 2d6 + 1d8 + 8 = 16 (+4 electical damage, which was nullified)))

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Jan 10, 2005 10:07 pm
*Kyuu knew that against such fiends his most damaging spells would be useless. The demon he had targetted earlier had shrugged off some of the damage from the flames that the ettin had been left horribly charred by. The only way to push past them, he guessed, would be to make the fighters do what they do better. Knowing that Ivellas and Garudaos would both make excellent choices, Kyuu opted to cast haste on Ivellas, first, as their leader. Kyuu also considered Earnest, however, especially because he was off by himself. However, his decision came too late, but there would be hope the next chance he got. Earnest had masterfully dodged so many blows. He was sure he could continue without such aid.*
((Spell slots before: 6/7/7/6/3
Haste on Ivellas
+4 dodge to AC, effective AC 29.
Spell slots after: 6/7/7/5/3))
~~~
*Ivellas soon felt the passage of time slow around him, and he knew too well what this meant. Wasting no time, he unleashed a flurry of lance blows upon the devil in front of him, making sure to note its moves after each blow to guage its next action.*
((Full Attack:
1d20+16 = 19 (grr...)
1d20+11 = 29
Extra Partial:
1d20+16 = 28
2 hits
2d8+18 = 28 damage on the Cornugon.
Dodge to the Cornugon. Effective AC against it: 30))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Tue Jan 11, 2005 7:22 pm
(Ooog- Sorry I've been out of the board for a bit- I pushed too hard last semester, and found myself fighting off pneumonia for a bit. Down flat for about 2 and a half weeks now, but pretty much past it now. Oh, and I'll level up when I get back to school this weekend, and have access to my stats.)
Solomon takes a moment to assess the tactical situation, and realizes that the enemy forces are concentrated on the eastern half of the outcrop. Assuming Garoudaos and the other knights could defeat the two gargoyles quickly, they might be able to sprint past the ogre and defeat the spellcasters, removing the enemy's artillery force. As soon as the tactical assesment completed, Solomon advanced north far enough to reach a gargoyle with his extended reach, and lashed out with lethal force.
(Action- Advance up 10ft, attack gargoyle.)

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue Jan 11, 2005 11:07 pm
((err... as much as it dismays me to say this, neither of those are gargoyles. Red Gargoyle = Vrock, yellow gargoyle = Cornugon))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Wed Jan 12, 2005 12:02 am
((No, thanks for correcting me. Serves me right for skimming the last two pages before posting. I'll batter at the cornugon, then.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Jan 12, 2005 6:23 am
((Oh, it's not that I was dismayed about correcting you or anything... it's more the fact that I'd rather they were gargoyles instead of Vrocks and Cornugons ))

Posted by: Rusty Wed Jan 12, 2005 6:42 am
((Woah, think I lost the Prestle stat pic. o_o eep! Well...He gains 10 HP, 2 skill points, which I placed both into Knowledge/Religion, a stat point into Wisdom, and the new feat Glorious Weapons! Hope that's enough info? lol Roll for Initiative: 9 + 2 = 11.
Prestle's gonna be testing out his new feat, Glorious Weapons, naturally setting the weapons to good ))
*Prestle breathes calmly in once, then exhales as he raises both of his hands into the arm, gradually spreading them out wide. He speaks loud and clear.*
: May the Light shine and vanquish our enemies! Light, empower our weapons to drive away the evil!
((Glorious Weapons - radius 60'. Enchants weapons with the 'Holy' attribute thingy - which gives +2d6 damage against evil creatures. So, tear away those evil beasties.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Jan 13, 2005 7:41 am
The ettin manages to sidestep the ball of force before it can swallow him as one of Myala's arrows strikes it's target, inflicting a light wound. ((6 damage to the Vrock.)) Ivellas' strikes tear into his opponent, who screams in anger. Rue heals himself of some of the lightning's damage.
(Rue heals 16 damage.)
The spores on Garoudaos continue to burn as the Vrock dives in to attack the dragonman, attacking in a flurry of blows that the warrior miraculously manages to mostly parry once more, despite the beak and one of the claws landing some moderate hits.
((14 total damage on Garoudaos, and the Allied healer and Knight each take 2 points of damage from the spores.))
Solomon advances, but only manages to land a minor hit on his target.
((6 damage to the Cornugon Ivellas is fighting.))
Garoudaos' allied knight finds that his weapon is unable to pierce the demon's hide as he strikes ineffectually at it. Meanwhile, the healer casts a minor healing spell on Garoudaos before moving out of the way.
((Garoudaos heals 4 HP, the Healer moves back 5'.))
The allied archer fires a shot at the ettin, while the mage moves up five feet and casts another magic missle at the Vrock injured by Kyuu's spell. The Vrock screeches as the spell slams into it, but the ettin ignores the archer, his arrow sticking out of his shoulder like a toothpick jammed into a roast.
((8 damage to the Vrock. 5 damage to the Ettin.))
Daran aims and misses at the Necromancer.
Earnest lashes out at the Hydra, his first blow missing, but the next two connecting and rending gashes into the snake monster. The beast is unable to deal with the sheer amount of blood it is losing, and dies struggling to get up and continue the fight.
((37 damage on the Hydra. Hydra defeated!))
The last Necromancer, alerted by Prestle's holy lightshow, deems it wise to chuck a fireball in his general direction. A fiery missle streaks from the mage's hand and detonates in the middle of the cluster of troops Prestle was in, bathing the area in flames. Daran throws himself to the side at the last minute to avoid the explosion, but Nortlin, Felix, and the allied archer and mage are not so lucky. The archer and mage are hit full force by the blast and are no longer recognizable as once being humanoid by the time the spell is done with them. Nortlin and Felix suffer horrible burns for their part.
((40 points of damage to Nortlin, Felix, and the Guardiana Soldiers. The Guardiana Soldiers die! Prestle, make a DC 17 Reflex save (roll a d20) to take only half damage.))
Earnest's Vrock only manages to deal a minor wound after a flurry of attacks against the veteran knight. However, the Vrock's attacks leaves Earnest open from a club from the ettin, which clobbers painfully on the knight's flank.
((17 points of damage to Earnest.))
Felix advances to assist Ivellas in melee combat.
An addition Cornugon swoops down on Earnest as the knight fights, parrying all the attacks of the first devil. The second manages to land a hit, though, the devil's long barbed chain whip tearing flesh from Earnest's back. The stoic knight chokes back a scream as he endures the pain.
((One hit. 9 damage.))
Another Cornugon charges Ivellas as he fights, but misses and unintentionally leaves himself open for a counterattack. The one Ivellas was fighting, however, manages to use his whip to tear some flesh off Ivella's flanks.
((Critical miss, Ivellas gets one counter attack on Cornugon2. 9 damage on Ivellas and make a DC17 Fort save or be stunned for 1d4 rounds.))
NEXT TURN!!!

Posted by: Critical Mass Thu Jan 13, 2005 10:58 am
Thaske's eyes narrow as the necromancer flings his fireball. He'd been trying to use other means than brute force, trying to indirectly remove foes completely from the battle, but maybe this enemy mage had the right idea after all. Thaske draws a small iron ring from his component pouch, no more than an inch and a half wide, and holds it in front of himself facing the mage. The ring vibrates and the air around it takes on a charge that makes the hair on the young man's arms stand on end, and suddenly a thin finger of lightning lashes out from the center and screams towards the necromancer. No sooner than the bolt has left does a second bolt fire off to follow its predacessor. The ring then crumbles to small iron fillings that Thaske lets fall to the ground, hoping his aim was good enough for his spell to actually do something this time around.
((Shocking Spark cast at the necro. First bolt to-hit: 5. Second bolt to-hit: 8.
Damn, it's a good thing I made that save so I could survive and contribute to the battle!))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Jan 13, 2005 10:03 pm
((OOC: Eesh. Nortlin and Felix are messed up bad, but which one needs the healing first?))

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Jan 13, 2005 10:32 pm
*Kyuu eyes up his allies and sees that Earnest is still by himself, and is sure that with extra speed he can end this battle a bit more quickly.* ((((Spell slots before: 6/7/7/5/3 Haste on Earnest +4 dodge to AC, effective AC 29. Spell slots after: 6/7/7/4/3))
*As the Cornugon's foul whip strikes him, he feels a slight sting but not much else. However, the sting seems to permeate through his body and he feels his joints begin to stiffen as if the blow had more behind it than meets the eye. He attempts to shrug it off, and...*
((Ivellas takes 0 for the whip, since he has an armor bonus of at least 1, but since it still hit he'll make the Fort save.
1d20+10 = 14+10 = 24.))
*... he succeeds. In retribution, Ivellas again strikes back at his original target.*
((1d20+16 = 18+16 = 34, hit
1d8 + 2d6 (holy) + 9 = 25. It's probably still alive, so he'll hit it again
1d20+16 = 15+16 = 31, hit
1d8 + 2d6 + 9 = 22
If that shoul kill the cornugon, then I'm going for the other Cornugon with this. Otherwise, this is on the same one.
1d20+11 = 16+11 = 27, hit
1d8+2d6+9 = 24 damage
Dodge to next Cornugon, unless by some strange coincidence the first one is not dead))
((EDIT:
Stinking Cloud has a duration of 1 round/level, so Anri has to make another save
Apparantly, I also forgot to make my counterattack on the one I was fighting
1d20+16 = 17+16 = 33, hit
1d8+2d6+9 = 25 damage.
Order of damage goes like this, just to clear everything up
25 damage on the Cornugon I've been targetting, henceforth known as Cornugon 1.
Had 43 damage on it, btw. Now it has 68
25 damage on Cornugon 1. 93 damage. Chances are it's dead at this point, so both of my other attacks resolve to Cornugon 2.
22 damage to Cornugon 2.
24 damage to Cornugon 2. 46 total
Hopefully that helps your bookkeeping, TUM))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Jan 14, 2005 2:36 am
((Yes, the first Cornugon is dead, I already made Anri's save, and these are chain-barb whips that are demonically magical, so you still take the whip damage.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri Jan 14, 2005 5:11 am
((2 - K, it just wasn't written in 3 - I'll take that as DM magic, then. Updating sig))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri Jan 14, 2005 8:07 pm
((OOC: I don't mean to be a bother TUM, but I need to know who is in more immediate need of healing; Felix or Nortlin, since they aren't here to tell me. I don't want to end up wasting a turn and taking the blame if someone dies Oh what the hell, just assume Myala casts Cure Critical Wounds on the most wounded person in her range that's in immediate danger. Here's yer results btw:
HP Restored: [4d8 + 9] 6 * 4 + 9 = 33))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu Jan 20, 2005 7:27 pm
((Where the heck IS everyone? Arc, I know you're not dead, I saw you post in GC!))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu Jan 20, 2005 9:53 pm
((I was wondering that too, since I see most of the people in this RPG on the active members list almost every time I'm here...O_o))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri Jan 21, 2005 6:36 am
((Bah... that was only because it was for Rose. You know I rarely ever stick my head out of RPGG. Besides, I've had practice every day except Sunday since last tuesday, with most days double practices. And my season begins tomorrow with an eight-hour tournament in the next state. Be glad if you even see me on the active member's list.))
"Remove yourself from my path!" Garudaos bellowed in draconic as he parried most of the vrock's attacks, his thick voice rising above the din of battle as he shook the greatsword after the stream of blows paused. The familiar sparks skipped across its metal surface, leaving the dragonman somewhat baffled as to why the same thing did not happen when he struck the flying beast earlier. He again slammed the blade against the flying monster's hide, only to have the blade rejected once more. Gritting his teeth as the spores burned him, and hoped that either the knight or the cleric would have better success in injuring the creature.
((Attack: 1d20 + 13 = 21; no point in rolling damage for an ineffectual attack.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sun Jan 23, 2005 10:36 pm
(Assuming that I am near unto Ivellas. Felix advances to assist Ivellas in melee combat.) Felix's wipes the dirt and grime from his face, eyeing the fallen queen silently. His eyes shine with a cold light as he advances on the remaining Cornugon facing Ivellas.
((First Attack
[9 + 16 = 25]
Damage
[5+3 = 8]
Second Attack
[16 + 11 = 27]
Damage
[3+3=6]
))

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Jan 24, 2005 5:27 am
((Remember to add 2d6 holy damage to your melee attacks against evil creatures... which Cornugons and Vrocks definitely are. It's a this round only thing due to Prestle using his feat))

Posted by: Rusty Mon Jan 24, 2005 8:49 am
((Sorry x_X. Well, I rolled a base 16. I'm not completely sure if there are any bonuses to that and if so what.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Jan 24, 2005 2:13 pm
((The feat description says it's for one round. No check involved))

Posted by: Critical Mass Fri Jan 28, 2005 7:36 am
((F*cking post for Christ's sake.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Jan 28, 2005 3:56 pm
((I'm leaving for the weekend later today, but I will attempt to post before I go. I was waiting for my PC to get fixed, but that day is still a ways off, I guess. Check back in around 5 hours for the update. Edit: Well, that didn't work. I suppose I'll post when I return. Sorry for the long delay. I should be back Sunday afternoon.))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sat Jan 29, 2005 2:57 am
Solomon attacks whoever's nearest. Well, whichever enemy's nearest. OOC: Lots of stuff has happened recently, so this is low on the priority list. Sorry.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun Jan 30, 2005 11:11 pm
((Please note, Prestle. You got hit by a 20 points of fire damage since you made your save.)) Solomon misses, as Thaske's spell shoots off harmlessly into the air. Garaoudaos feels his skin burn as the spores continue to hurt. The allied healer takes a moment to heal herself. The knight, turns and charges the mage as the Vrock rips painfully into first him, then Garaoudaos with his claws.
((2 hits on Garoudaos for a total of 14 damage to him, then 2 more damage to Garoudaos and company. The allied healer heals 3 HP! The allied knight takes 6 damage from the attack of opportunity.))
The knight slams into the Necromancer, who suffers a great wound as the lance rips through his side.
((Necromancer takes 20 damage.))
Myala heals Nortlin!
Ivellas downs his foe to be attacked by the other Cornugon, who drops his whip and tears into the centaur with claws.
((33, hit! 24, miss! 21, miss! Nat 20, autohit! 11 total damage plus Ivellas loses 1 HP per turn until his wounds are bandaged as the unnatural wounds refuse to heal normally.))
Earnest nods gratefully to Kyuu as he proceeds to use his augmented speed to tear into the War-Ettin, landing a devastating series of blows on the creature.
((44 damage on the War Ettin from a total of 3 hits.))
Daran aims at the remaining Necromancer and fires!
((Hit. 12 damage.))
The spellcaster reels back from the wound, but it fails to down him.
One of the Vrocks attack earnest, but misses and inadvertantly leaves itself open for the experienced warrior! Earnest counterattacks, driving his lance deep into the demon's torso, but the unholy beast does not die.
((Critical failure for the vrock, it takes 15 damage from Earnest's counterattack.))
The War Ettin bashes Earnest with its club as the Cornugons assault him once more.
(( 36 points of damage on Earnest total, and he suffers an unnatural wound.))
The Necromancer hisses words of power and graps the knight that attacked him. The youth screams as his very life is sucked away and the dark mage's wounds healed. The necromancer releases the centaur, now a dessicated corpse.
((Allied knight dead, Necromancer healed for 16 HP.))
Next Turn!

Posted by: Kyosokun Mon Jan 31, 2005 5:04 am
Seeing the Necromancer drain the very life of one of the knights, Marcus tightens his grip on his bow. He once more sends 2 arrows out, this time with deadly accuracy. ((Arrow 1: d20(12) + 11 - 2 = 21 +1 if within 30ft(i/w30) = 22 Dam: 1d8(5) + 2 = 7 + 1 i/w30 = 8
Arrow 2: d20(20) + 11 - 2 = 29 +1 i/w30 = 30
Confirm: d20(17) + 11 - 2 = 26 +1 i/w30 = 29
If hit, Dam: Dam: 2d8(14) + 4 = 18 + 2 i/w30 = 22))

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Jan 31, 2005 4:45 pm
*Continuing his role as a support caster, Kyuu turns his attention toward Garudaos. Earnest was looking quite battered, and if possible something should be done about it. He hoped someone would take care of him soon, since it would be a shame to see yet another Shining Warrior fall. Through his thoughts, he cast the too familiar incantation on Garudaos, and watched as Garudaos' movements expediated.*
((Spell Slots before 6/7/7/4/3
Haste on Garudaos
Spell Slots after 6/7/7/3/3))
*With the fall of the cornugon, Ivellas felt new life breathed into him. Though the claw marks in his flesh burned with an unnatural pain, there was only one of them now and he had already injured it. Hopefully, with some help, it would be finished as well. Thrusting out with his lance in a flurry of blows, Ivellas strikes the beasts hide, but he couldn't tell the extent of the damage*
((Full attack
1d20+16 = 31
1d20+11 = 16
1d20+16 = 27
Guessing 2 hits
1d8+9 = 14
1d8+9 = 16))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Jan 31, 2005 8:17 pm
((After talking it over with Kev, I've decided the best course of action)) Myala looks on in terror as their foes tear into poor Earnest. The young priestess narrows her eyes and slings her bow back over her shoulder. She then draws her morningstar and prepares for close range combat.
"Earnest needs help now, or we may lose him. Cover me guys."
Myala moves across the battlefield and towards Earnest. As she gets closer, she can see just how badly wounded he is. Once she gets close enough, she stands behind him and places her hands on his back, chanting softly in celestial. As she does so, a white light spreads from her fingertips and over his wound, healing them up.
Myala abandons Inflict Critical Wounds and casts Cure Critical Wounds. Earnest regains 29 hit points.
((If she can't reach him this turn she'll heal him next turn))

Posted by: Rusty Tue Feb 01, 2005 1:10 am
((I think I did this right. Sorry, Knight.)) *Prestle hurries to Ivellas, casting Cure Light Wounds.* ((1d8 = 1 + 3...4. Bleh.)) : I'm sorry it's not much, friend...I'm not a very capable healer yet.

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Feb 01, 2005 9:09 pm
Felix moves on the remaining cornugon, attempting to keep it between himself and Ivellas. ((If he's close enough, this is a flanking attempt. In any case...)) (( [First Attack] 20 + 16 = 36 Critical Threat
18 + 16 = 34 Another Critical - Don't know what you're doing with these.
1 + 3 + 5 + 3 = 12 Damage
[Second Attack]
1 + 11 = 12 Critical Failure Threat
11 + 11 = 22))

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed Feb 02, 2005 10:47 pm
*Ivellas nods in response to Prestle's remark, never removing his eyes from his foe. He appreciated Prestle's aid, since any help could mean the difference between life and death* : Your help is appreciated, Prestle, no matter how large of a contribution... Thank you... *He says as he begins to smile*
((Post, guys. I've talked to some of you already.
btw: Ivellas is still dodging this Cornugon))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue Feb 08, 2005 7:59 am
Garudaos, feeling the effects of the strikes and the spores more and more as the battle progresses, makes a desperate swipe at the flying monstrosity even as Prestle's magic took hold of his weapon. To the dragonman's surprise, the blow comes more swiftly than he could ever manage, and it takes a moment for the warrior to realize that the Haste spell has again boosted his speed. Not wasting a bit of the time granted to him, he lashes out with another thrust aimed and putting the Vrock down for good.
((Attack1: 1d20 + 13 = 29
Damage: 2d6 + 1d8 + 8 = 17 (+8 holy damage) = 25
Attack2: 1d20 + 13 = 31
Damage: 2d6 + 1d8 + 8 = 16 (+6 holy damage) = 22 ))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed Feb 09, 2005 3:42 am
The shots from Marcus' bow are too much for the already wounded mage, and the Necromancer collapses. Ivellas' blows succeed in ripping the Cornugon up to the point where it lands and gets ready for one last kamikaze attack run on its opponent. So focused is the devil on the centaur that it never notices the halfling until the little warrior's sword neatly slices off its foul head.
Garoudaos' mighty blows succeed in slaying his demonic foe, but the spores in his flesh continue to bore into his body.
((Garoudaos and the allied Healer takes 2 points of damage!))
The healer attempts once more to repair the wounds she's suffered.
((Allied Healer casts Cure Light Wounds! Allied Healer heals 4 HP!))
Earnest nods his thanks as Myala heals him, then proceeds to rip into the War Ettin, felling the beast in two more strokes.
((Hit Hit Miss. 26 damage total. War Ettin is teh dead.))
The Cornugons once more batter Earnest, but he manages to evade most of the blows, allowing all but one of the rest to land ineffectually against armor.
((One hit for 15 damage, and 1 damage from bleeding on Earnest.))
The Vrock flies above Myala and Earnest and shakes off a cloud of spores that burn the flesh.
((Earnest and Myala take 2 damage each.))
Daran takes aim at the Vrock and fires! The shot hits, but the mundane bullets seem to have no effect on the hellspawn!
The Death Knights stand stonily still as the combat begins to swing into the group's favor.
Next Turn!

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed Feb 09, 2005 4:46 am
Felix's feet touch the ground softly as the Cornugon's now limp body falls to the ground. Grimly, he glances at the Death Knights protecting the now evil queen. A frown spreads across his face and he takes a deep breath, speaking softly, "I have to save her..." He takes a step towards her, then pauses and instead glances back, speaking in a louder voice, "I'm going to save the queen. I'll need my full strength, please heal my wounds." This said, the halfling begins moving towards the fallen queen and her foul guards.
((Move towards Anri at a jog, Dodge to nearest foe.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed Feb 09, 2005 9:53 pm
Myala winces as the spores burn her soft and pale skin, but attempts to mask the pain as she speaks. "These wounds...are nothing... Felix, I will do the best that I can." The young priestess moves towards her hallfling comrade and lays her hands upon his wounds, chanting in celestial. A white light spreads from her fingertips and over his body, sealing his horrid wounds and healing the burns.
Myala abandons Restoration and casts Cure Critical Wounds. Felix regains 33 hit points.

Posted by: Rusty Thu Feb 10, 2005 10:48 pm
((Well I goofed up big time. Blah...I wasn't meaning to do a "Heal" Heal check...Blah. Sorry. Rolled...1.)) *Prestle hurries over to Garudaos to see if he can be of any service to the spores that are inflicting his body. However, Prestle nervously fumbles about, having little experience with such things, and actually makes it worse, unintentionally of course. A look of worry comes across Prestle's face as he sees he is only making things worse.*
: Ah, Garudaos!...I'm...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to!
((-1 HP to Garudaos x_X))

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu Feb 10, 2005 11:39 pm
((Here's a battle map BEFORE the moves take place. If I incorporated them, it'd be really confusing, since half the icons would have already moved, and the other half wouldn't have. )) *With the threats on his side of the battlefield cleared, Ivellas moves to engage Earnest's adversaries. Galloping at full charge, Ivellas moves his way up the battlefield, attacking the Cornugon above Earnest. Hopefully he would spread the attention away from the knight. Maybe he would be able to speak some sense into Anri.
Ivellas' lance strikes home with extra emphasis placed behind the lance, and he deals a terrible blow to the devil. With his enhanced speed, he draws back and thrusts forward again, landing another blow, and leaving the Cornugon in horrible shape.*
((Charge upper Cornugon. Power Attack for 5
1d20+16+2-5 = 14+13 = 27. Hit
(1d8+9+5)*3 = (8+14)*3 = 66 damage <--
Hasted attack
1d20+16-5 = 18+11 = 29. Hit.
1d8+14 = 7+14 = 21 damage.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat Feb 12, 2005 6:28 am
"Think nothing of it, my friend. Go, and aide the others; I will be fine." Even as he spoke, however, the dragonman's body shuddered and shook with pain. He was beginning to tire, and while many of their foes had been removed from the battle enough still remained to be a problem. Even so, the sight of the Queen afar off gave him both the strength and the fear he needed to banish all thoughts of stopping.
There is too much at stake to even ponder inaction now, Garudaos thought, moving forth. May the gods give me just a bit more strength...
((Move towards nearest enemy, while staying outside of it's attack range.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Feb 12, 2005 8:58 pm
((I'll get to you next turn Arc, if I can))

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun Feb 13, 2005 8:09 am
*Kyuu knew in his heart that something needed to be done to stop this madness. What ramifications the action he was about to take would have, he couldn't say, but the current course of events would only lead to the inevitable destruction of more lives, and more cities would fall as Guardiana had. The queen was not herself, and she needed brought back to her senses. Something inside of Kyuu was calling to him, telling him that fire would cleanse all in its path. Fire is the purifier, it can distract to end the casting, and it can remove the enemies in their way and in control of the queen. The death knights needed to go, and there was no way to avoid catching the queen in the blast... but it isn't really Anri. They were dealing with Queen Anri's body, but not her mind. He knew there would be explaining to do afterward, but something inside him, a burning passion, told him that it was right. With arcane gestures that had started the battle on its current heading, Kyuu hoped to end this dilemma. The ground at the tip of the overlook cracked into flames, ending only about 10 to 20 feet at most in front of Felix. Fire rained down from the skies, engulfing the long dead death knights in flames more easily than Anri. When it passed, Kyuu looked at the destruction he had wreaked, a sad look on his face at what he had been forced to do. He hadn't wanted to do it, but he had no choice.*
: May the light and my friends forgive my actions...
((Spell Slots before 6/7/7/4/3
Blaze 3
8d8+8 = 49 damage
49*1.5 = 64 damage on the Death Knights
Reflex Save DC 18
Spell Slots after 6/7/7/3/2
BTW: Ivellas is dodging the other Cornugon, if it matters))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon Feb 14, 2005 3:38 am
As combat rages on, Internet Explorer has its revenge and crashes as the post nears completion. Yea, and the masses shall never know of what they missed, but they shall yet know the summary. Earnest is unconscious and bleeding to death. Cornugon1 died.
Kyuu was hit for 23 points of damage by the Vrock.
Both Death Knights, being mounted, charge Felix, but the Light favors the halfling and both miss.
((2 and 3.))
Garoudaos takes another 2 points of spore damage.
Fire burns the death knights, but seems to wash over Anri, harmlessly.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon Feb 14, 2005 7:39 pm
Myala's eyes widen as Earnest goes down. Her eyes dart back and forth frantically and she grits her teeth. "Damnit! Garoudaos, please hold out a little while longer. Earnest needs help now!" The young priestess rushes to the fallen centaur's side and kneels beside him. She places her hands on his body and closes her eyes, chanting in celestial. A white light spreads from her fingertips and over his wounds, healing them slightly. She prays silently that it is enough to bring him back to his feet.
Myala casts Cure Serious Wounds. Earnest regains 27 hit points.

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon Feb 14, 2005 9:24 pm
((Editting in my actions)) *Allowing Earnest a bit of reprieve, Ivellas rushes in to strike at the foul cornugon. Hopefully, with Earnest having a chance to get out of battle for a moment and deal with Anri this madness could be stopped. His lance in front of him, Ivellas lunges and rams into the Cornugon's hide. Rearing back and thrusting again, Ivellas underestimates the tough hide of the Cornugon, and feels his lance strike, but also make no progress. With his magically enhanced speed, Ivellas then takes another quick stab at the cornugon, piercing near its black heart. It screams in a demonical bellow, a look of hatred in its eyes.*
: Help Felix! Get to the queen!
((5' step + full attack
Attack 1
16+16-5 = 27, hit
(1d8+9+5)*3 = 5+14 = 19 damage
Attack 2
13+11-5 = 19, no hit.
Haste Partial
1d20+16-5 = 20+11, threat
17+11 = 28, crit
(1d8+14)*3 = (7+14)*3 = 63 damage.
82 damage on him.
Dodge to the Cornugon. AC = 30))
*With a yelp, Kyuu moves away from the Vrock, then up toward his allies. Hopefully they would lend him a hand. The vrock looked rather weathered, and hopefully Nortiln could compose himself to finish it off*
: EEEE! HELP!
*Now nearer to his allies, Kyuu knew felix would need help finishing off the death knights, and so he sent his aid in the form of a small package... Pointing his finger to an area behind the death knights, a glowing bead flew out and sped past them, then exploded 20' behind them, encapsualting them in the fiery blast while sparing Felix.*
((I know this will be difficult, since Felix is going to act before Kyuu. If he tumbles past the Death Knights, then put it to the left of the death knights instead, but only 15' to the left of the leftmost one.
Spell Slots before 6/7/7/3/2
Fireball
8d6 = 32 damage
32*1.5 = 48 damage on the Death Knights
Reflex Save DC 17
Spell Slots after 6/7/7/2/2))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue Feb 15, 2005 5:13 am
Ignoring the vicious lances thrust towards him, Felix leaps forward towards one of the Death Knights only to roll to the side at the last moment. (([Jump] 2 + 9 = 11 [Tumble] 20 + 5 = 25))
For a moment, Felix is on the ground rolling beside the Death Knight, the next he is back on his feet behind the fell warrior. His eyes sparkle with a determined light as he runs forward, dashing towards the woman he had once sworn to protect.
(([First Attack - Disarm]
14 + 16 = 30
[Second Attack - Disarm]
9 + 11 = 20
[Dodge]
To Anri))
The bright blade in Felix's hand sings through the air, striking at the staff Anri bears. A hint of sorrow lays deep in the halfling's eyes but the pure determination in them overcomes it. There are no words that can reach you, my queen. But I won't be giving up hope... I won't let you die like the others.
((At the least, it might serve to distract her from the vile magic she's working until the others arrive.))

Posted by: Kyosokun Wed Feb 16, 2005 4:08 am
Seeing the halfing valiantly rush at the queen, Marcus knocks another arrow, a frown creasing his forehead. 'Fool. Three against one, not odds I'd charge into. Some has to help him....." He lets an arrow fly at a death knight as he hears Ivellas makes the call for aide for the halfling. He responds by sending yet another arrow the knight's way. 'That's as much aide as I can send, little one....'
((Arrow 1: d20(16) + 11 - 2 = 27
Dam: 1d8(5) + 2 = 7
Arrow 2: d20(3) + 11 - 2 = 12))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Thu Feb 17, 2005 7:47 pm
Solomon's eyes shift once more to a blazing white, as he charges directly north. Suddenly, just when the two foes facing the halfling are lined up, his arm whips out and he fires his laser directly at the pair. OOC: Wow... What a nightmare of a month this has been. Yeah, I'm sorta back. Lets see if I can't make it for a bit longer.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri Feb 18, 2005 11:50 pm
As he rises, Earnest nods his thanks once more and swipes at the Cornugon with his lance. The blow weakens the mosnter, which is finished off by Ivellas' attack. Meanwhile, the Vrock continues to claw at Kyuu, dealing further damage to the already wounded mage.
((19 damage to Kyuu.))
The barrage of fire and laser slam into the Death Knights. Flesh melts off their bones as their armor turns red hot. Miraculously, they still manage to charge, leveling bone lances and barreling into Ivellas and Solomon, respectively.
((Solomon and Ivellas each take 45 points of damage.))
Felix succeeds in knocking Anri's staff out of her hands, sending it plummeting to the churning waves below. A massive thunderstorm has now built up over the ocean, lightning striking the sea in several places. Anri turns and whirls to face Felix, fury in her once gentle eyes.
"How... How DARE you! Traitor! You... You're just like the others! Abandoning him, casting him aside like a used potion vial after his usefulness was done with!" Anri shouts with rage. "I'm not going to let anything stop me! I'm going to save him! I'll raise him... Make him alive again... You can't stop me!"
With that, Anri shouts a word of power and gestures at Felix, who finds chunks of ice rooting his feet to the ground as Anri moves a few feet away.
((Reflex save DC 23, Kai, or be unable to move for a while. Take 3 points of ice damage as well.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat Feb 19, 2005 4:32 am
((Reflex: 5 + 11 = 16 Failure)) Felix attempts to leap to the side but finds his feet frozen in place. For a moment, he almost falls, twisting himself painfully but manages to catch himself. His eyes follow Anri, filled with a mixture of sorrow and determination. After a moment, Felix speaks, his voice almost breaking, "They've taken you..." Then his eyes harden.
(([First Attack]
19 + 16 = 35 [Critical Threat]
20 + 16 = 36 [Grrrr... Why not on my reflex save?]
[Second Attack]
13 + 11 = 24
5 + 3 = 8 [Damage]
))
Spinning around his blade, Felix begins chipping away at the ice encasing his feet.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Feb 19, 2005 8:47 pm
((Damnit... There are at least 3 people who are badly wounded, so who the hell am I supposed to heal? Damn these evil judgement calls ))

Posted by: Wandering Dezorian Sat Feb 19, 2005 9:24 pm
OOC: Well, given that I can't be healed with your spells, I'd say look at the others first. Solomon ignores the warnings his internal systems scream at him, and with the steely resolve of a construct, levels his cannon for a second shot. ((Action: Fire laser at two knights. If necessary, manuever to line them up again.))
((Also, shouldn't I have gotten an attack of opportunity, given my longer attack radius?))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat Feb 19, 2005 10:04 pm
((Bring that up with TUM ))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat Feb 19, 2005 10:34 pm

QUOTE (Wandering Dezorian @ Sat Feb 19, 2005 9:24 pm)
OOC: Well, given that I can't be healed with your spells, I'd say look at the others first. Solomon ignores the warnings his internal systems scream at him, and with the steely resolve of a construct, levels his cannon for a second shot. ((Action: Fire laser at two knights. If necessary, manuever to line them up again.))
((Also, shouldn't I have gotten an attack of opportunity, given my longer attack radius?))

((Blast it all, I forgot you had reach again. One moment. Yeah, you hit him for 8 damage, but since he had 10' reach as well, he still hits you. However, your attack knocks off a big chunk of charred flesh.))

Posted by: Rusty Sat Feb 19, 2005 10:45 pm
((Closin' this one down. New topic open.))

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