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Posted by: Rusty Mon May 07, 2007 3:23 am
((Here it is.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon May 07, 2007 3:24 am
http://www.shinola.radh.com/guest/Vox/04_wilderness.mp3 The next day, as the force marches on, two titanic Overlords crash through the forest and into the clearing shortly after Sorel hears them barreling through the undergrowth. Accompanied by a scattered variety of other monsters, the two titans roar and begin to rush the Force. Shortly afterwards a number of silvery robots emerge as well, accompanied by undead in Ancient garb.
One of the undead is apparently speaking to the air. "Patrol Thirteen. Encountered armed group within patrol zone. Engaging targets," the skeleton says.
Sorel nudges Gilliam. "One of those skeletons is talking to himself."
"It's a radio... but I can't make out what they're saying..." Gilliam says. "Those... Those are Ancients... like me..."
"No, those are undead," Sorel says curtly, as he repeats what they're saying.
"Is i' possible tha' the ancients are using undead tha' are willin' to remain in that state o' life?" Gorrik wondered out loud.
"What?!" Gilliam shouts at Gorrik. "Not one of my people would ever do something like that!"
"Is it possible someone can be made undead against their will?" Sorel asks. "More importantly, is it possible we are not going to have to fight them right now? If the answers are yes and no, as I believe they are, I ask you to give the Ancients the benefit of the doubt and bring these soldiers peace."
"Of course you can be made undead against your will, how do you account for zombies and vampires otherwise?" Gilliam retorts. He pauses at the second part of Sorel's statement. "Yes... Yes, I will grant them peace."
"Then ready your weapons," Sorel says as he begins casting a spell.
((Lion's Charge cast on Graigus))
Ombligo: "Never a moment's rest..." *Ombligo casts a spell as well.*
((Haste cast on the force))
Arbeiten is characteristically silent as he whispers a prayer to Mitula.
((Prayer cast on the force))
Tanis acts quickly, wanting to get his spell completed before anybody moves away. He starts chanting a spell which sounds familiar to those who have travelled with him before, but...with something different in it. Grinning as the spell nears completion, the warmage suddenly moves his arms in several frenzied motions. As he does, a violet, fiery light moves from him and encompasses everybody on the Force, in the form of a halo. After a moment, this halo washes down each person's body, resulting in their forms being wreathed in thin, whispy flames, the same colour as the halos. These flames are warm to the touch.
[Cast a Chill, Mass Fire Shield, which affects everybody on the Force
The shield deals 1d6 + 10(level) + 4(warmage edge) fire based damage to an attacker who strikes you with its body or a handheld weapon
In addition, you take only half damage from cold-based attacks. If such an attack allows a Reflex save for half damage, you take no damage on a successful save]
Gorrik draws his axe, hoping his first time using it will be a good experience.

Posted by: Alpha Mon May 07, 2007 9:39 am
Grinning at his fireshields, Tanis now turns his attention to the enemies at hand. Invoking a new spell he's recently come to master, one of divine powers, Tanis quickly starts chanting. As he finishes the spell, a vertical column of fire roars down upon the two overlords and the torch eye next to one of them, the divine elements of the fire causing great damage.
[Cast a Sudden Empowered Flame Strike at R12, so it should hit both overlords and the Torch Eye
Damage: (10d6)* 1.5 + 4(warmage edge) = 65 damage. Half is fire, half is divine]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed May 09, 2007 12:16 am
((Posting deadline is Thursday night, BTW.)) "Move up quickly and this shouldn't take too long!" Max shouts, activating the Chaos Breaker with a single motion as he moved forward. ((Max grants everyone an additional move action, then moves to O-10.))
Gilliam charges forward, his chest panels opening up and the blinding radiance within bursting forward at last as he skidded to a stop in front of the first Overlord. The energy blast rips across the battlefield, searing the Overlords and melting a good part of the Metal Claws off. The two Armed Skeletons roll out of the way, though they are still singed by the beam. The Overlord uses this opportunity to lash out at Gilliam, raking a single claw across his metal hull.
((Move to P10 and Wide Area Beam used. 44 damage to the Overlords and Metal Claws, 22 to the skeletons. AoO Hit on Gilliam: 12 damage.))
Ignatius takes to the skies, soaring twenty feet into the air to deliver a crackling dark purple blast of energy at one of the opposing robots. The blast cores through the already critically damaged armor of the robot, causing its power system to overload. The Metal Claw explodes, sending a shower of debris over Gilliam and Max.
((Move to L-8, Eldritch Spear one of the damage Metal Claws. 17 damage, Metal Claw at S-15 destroyed.))
: "Beware, those Metal Claws... They look either newly constructed or freshly repaired. At their full strength physical attacks against them are nearly useless. Try magic or energy. You can still smash up the Torch Eyes though, the things with the floating spheres. They're fragile."
"Heavily modified H.E.C.T.O.R-class robot found among enemy force... Negative, false reading. Cybernetic organism detected among opposing force," one of the skeletons says. "Scanning... re-engineered HECTOR class assault robot acting as a life support shell for human remains. Analyzing combat data..."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed May 09, 2007 1:37 am
Kayla unsheathes her newly acquired sword and moves forward. ((Kayla draws her Holy Short Sword, and moves to 0-7, then goes on Total Defense))

Posted by: Alpha Wed May 09, 2007 1:43 am
((I forgot, there's a DC23 reflex save for half damage from the flame strike))

Posted by: Aldur Wed May 09, 2007 2:55 am
Kria smirks, ascending and points at the Closest Steel Claw. "Well why don't I just give this a little jolt then?" She giggled, firing off a blast at the Steel Claw, the purple energy spiralling into a spear, slamming into the Metal enemy. ((Eldritch Spear J-13. 14+7+7 = 28 ranged touch. Hit. Damage: 18.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Wed May 09, 2007 6:38 am
((While at Creed's, Mahler is able to purchase Gauntlets of Ogre Power +4 and a Cloak of Resistance +2.)) *Rested and recovered, Mahler wastes no time waiting to join the battle. Max's boost as well as his allies give him the extra edge he needs to make it to the nearest enemy with all his power behind him. Mahler slams his stony fists repeatedly into the Steel Claw with a grunt or two, all his might behind the swings.*
((Mahler moves to J13. Full Attack PA 5.
1d20 + 18 + 1 + 1 - 5 = 17 + 15 = 32.
1d20 + 15 = 19 + 15 = 34.
1d20 + 15 = 14 + 15 = 29.
1d20 + 10 = 14+ 10 = 24.
Damage
4d8 + 9 + 1 + 5 = 8 + 1 + 5 + 3 + 15 = 32.
4d8 + 15 = 6 + 2 + 7 + 8 + 15 = 38.
4d8 + 15 = 5 + 6 + 8 + 6 + 15 = 40.
4d8 + 15 = 3 + 2 + 6 + 6 + 15 = 32.))

Posted by: Rusty Thu May 10, 2007 5:05 am
((Everyone but the following are hasted: Ombligo, Ignatius, Tanis, Anri [obviously], Arbeitan Moving to L7. Targetting the same Steel Claw that Mahler just hit (J14). Also, hitting the Overlord south of that very Steel Claw. Casting Lightning Lance. First lance is on the Steel Claw.
Lightning Lance #1 (on Steel Claw): 16 + 5 [BAB] + 2 [DEX] + 1 [size] = 24 touch.
Damage: (5+3+5 = 13 untyped) + (4+6+2+1+6+6+4+4+2+1 = 36 electric) + 4 sonic (from Thunderbolt) = possible 53 damage. FORT save to halve the electricity damage only. Also, a FORT save must be rolled or the target is stunned for 1 round. The DC for both saves is 22.
Lightning Lance #2 (on Overlord): 16 + 5 [BAB] + 2 [DEX] + 1 [size] = 24 touch.
Damage: (1+4+3 = 8 untyped) + (4+3+6+6+2+6+5+6+2+1 = 41 electric) + 4 sonic (from Thunderbolt) = possible 53 damage. FORT save to halve the electricity damage only. Also, a FORT save must be rolled or the target is stunned for 1 round. The DC for both saves is 22.))
*Ombligo floats forward, but not too close to the enemies. The magic creature casts a spell, hurling two strong lances made of pure lightning at the enemies: one at a Steel Claw, one at the hulking abomination that is an Overlord. This time, the lance strikes are followed by a clash of thunder.*

Posted by: Sighrus Thu May 10, 2007 5:11 am
Gail halts as she watches her companions charge the assorted abominations, her eyes wandering to a lesser noticed threat, two headless apparitions scuffing their hooves as they hunker down to charge full-tilt into the group. Unable to let that prospect come to truth, the paladin sprints to the possessed suits of mounted armor, unleashing a flurry of assaults upon the closest. Her haste causes her to fumble terribly, however, barely able to recover from one wild swing, only to produce a second mere moments later.
[Move down to V3 (55-60' move), FA on south Dullahan. Smite 1st, Divine Might.
Attack 1: 1d20(15)+10(BAB)+4(STR)+5(weapon)+2(misc)+8(Smite)=44.
Damage: 1d10(2)+4(STR)+5(weapon)+8(Might)+10(Smite)=29.
Attack 2: 1d20(1).
Confirm: 1d20(11)+5(BAB)+4(STR)+5(weapon)+2(misc)=27.
Haste Attack: 1d20(1).
Confirm: 1d20(13)+10(BAB)+4(STR)+5(weapon)+2(misc)=34.
Arcdragnbreth: well, someone has to suck or marine will think we're making it up.
]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Thu May 10, 2007 5:26 am
((I was told that Sorel will be dropping a Spikes spell on Graigus' staff this round, so... Charge to V4 and wail away. Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (wpn. foc) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +2 (charge) +2 (spikes) = 31 Damage: 1d6+1 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +4 (str) +1 (prayer) +10 (spikes) = 27
Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (wpn. foc) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +2 (charge) +2 (spikes) = 33
Damage: 1d6+1 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +4 (str) +1 (prayer) +10 (spikes) = 27
Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (wpn. foc) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +2 (charge) +2 (spikes) = 28
Damage: 1d6+1 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +4 (str) +1 (prayer) +10 (spikes) = 26
Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (wpn. foc) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +2 (charge) +2 (spikes) = natural 1; failure threat.
Confirm: 1d20 +6 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (wpn. foc) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +2 (charge) +2 (spikes) = 25.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu May 10, 2007 6:13 am
((Last Doctor post of CW3 unless TUM pulls something.)) He stumbled through the underbrush stiffly, each step encumbered by the weight of his life. Forever hated and despised, never for his deeds, but always for what he was. Spawn of passion. Defiled by his very conception.
He trudged on through the bush and vines, over twisted roots and ancient boulders.
His body trembled in rebellion, the fiber of his being aching to escape the bitter memories that laid before him.
Escape, that was the only way to end this suffering.
Turn away.
Run from it.
Hide the pain.
Stab back those who might awaken it.
Intrinsically, barely aware of the reasons behind his actions, he had built impregnable defenses around his vulnerability.
Sealed it away from the world.
Wounds require protection for a time but they cannot heal without facing the air and sun.
So it was with him, all too clearly he saw it now, deep beneath his facades and witticisms lay a forsaken and festering sore of hurt.
Run.
He ached to turn away, as he had done for so much of his life, retreat to the safety of righteous justification.
Fall back to lashing out in the name of his malady all the while refusing to take even the slightest steps to cure it.
Retreat to the secure comfort of his persona.
Safety required only that he turn from his destination.
His being recoiled from the pain before him, so long hidden and repressed, festering and rotten.
He had to face what he had buried within himself or he would spend the remainder of his life running.
Just as he had spent his life until now.
He had been changed, altered in ways he still could not comprehend.
Broken and reforged in the space of one night.
It was not too late, he could forsake those changes and embrace his old life.
He might never understand why he choose to continue on.
Then he was there.
The peaceful ambience of the wilderness belied the violence it had witnessed. The signs remained though. The trampled weeds and moss. The broken stems of wildflowers. The stiff bloodied impression of his body. The crushed frame of thin metal ringed by shards of glass.
He staggered forward into this circle of violence, pulled there by a calling deep within the core of his being, a need beyond his comprehension. He stared down where his body had laid lifeless.
He did not know how long he stood there, his face ashen and eyes empty, before he fell to his knees in the gore of his death. An age. How long until his hands were planted in the blood soaked soil before him? How long until the tears began to roll down his face? How long was his frame wracked by retching sobs? Eternity.
In the end, there were more tears than he could weep. He had given release to all he could. His strength was spent. Shaking weakly, he slowly sat up, looking around him as if seeing his surroundings for the first time.
His hand reached out for the broken frames laying before him. His fingers lightly tap the crushed and twisted metal... The frames tremble as if coming to life, stretching into their proper form. The shattered glass shifts, then sharp cracks resound through the still air as one by one the fractures seal.
The Doctor stood to his feet, snapping his spectacles open with a single motion and sliding them over his face with another. His eyes had a depth they had never before possessed.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu May 10, 2007 7:51 am
((Sorel did indeed cast Spikes on Graigus's staff. Finals kept me from posting it.)) Sorel touches the monk's staff before he charges off, murmuring in a dead language. Wicked looking barbs spring from the ends of the weapon.

Posted by: Nightmare Thu May 10, 2007 6:27 pm
Gorrik nods as Gilliam gives his diagnoses, and heads off for the torch eye, staying out of the overlord's long reach along the way. ((Extra move action to T9, avoiding being within 10' of the overlord at any point. 5' step to T10 and full attack Torch Eye.
HP: 133/133
AC: 32(33 Dodge to closest Overlord)
Attack
Axe1: D20 + 11(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) = 9 + 16 = 25
Axe2: D20 + 6(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) = 15 + 11 = 26
Axe3: D20 + 1(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) = 8 + 6 = 14
Haste: D20 + 11(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) = 16 + 16 = 32
Damage
Axe1: D10 + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 4(PA) = 9+ 12 = 21
Axe2: D10 + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 4(PA) = 10 + 12 = 22
Axe3: D10 + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 4(PA) = 8 + 12 = 20
Haste: D10 + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 4(PA) = 7 + 12 = 19
Attacks are good alligned for DR purposes.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Thu May 10, 2007 10:01 pm
Langston worked his way around the south of the battle field quickly, the magical auras surrounding him making the trek rather quick and simple. It was almost no effort at all to use Gail and Graigus' attacks as a distraction to use them to an advantage, striking at a foe with his new weapon with a precise cut.
((Attack: 18 (Threat), 17 (Threat), 5 (Obviously not a threat) = Confirmed Critical
18 +6 (BAB) + 6(Dex) +5(Wpn) +1(Haste) +1(Prayer)+2(Flank) -4(Defensive) = 35
Damage: 3 +5(Wpn) = 8, 4 +5(Wpn) = 9, Total = 17
(Whichever one applies, not that the 1 damage really matters)
Sneak: 5+4+3 = 12
Sacred: 3+3+7 = 13
Move to Megaman X-2. Dodge to the left Durahan.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri May 11, 2007 2:11 am
Roaring flames envelop the abominable Overlords and their robotic companion. The monster roar, unable to dodge the fire in time. One is injured further by lightning from Ombligo. Kria's blast strikes the Claw dead on, melting a small portion of its armor. Mahler then charges the metal monster, making a few dents with his fists, but not anything near the devastation he usually causes. It is the lightning from Ombligo that finally causes the machine to detonate due to overloading systems.
Gail and Graigus perform a devastating combination of attacks on the Durahan, but the resilient creature does not fall. Indeed, the possessed suit of armor lashes out with powerful blows at the pair as his comrade joins him, ignoring the horrible damage to his form.
"If you think you can destroy me quite that easily, you're more foolish than you look!" the creature shouts at Graigus before attacking.
The one attacking Gail growls with frustation as each of his blows is met with a parry or block of the shield. The one attacking Graigus howls with bloodlust as he opens several new gashes in the dwarven monk.
((Miss, Miss, Miss, Hit, Hit, Hit. 34 damage total to Graigus.))
Langston rolls into attack, but his rapier does precious little to the haunted armor.
"What? Did an insect just try to sting me?" one of the Durahans murmurs aloud.
Gorrik rushes forward, slamming into the Torch Eye and nearly destroying it outright as the delicate machinery is smashed and slashed. Sparks fly as the metal sphere floating above the machine glows and retaliates with a thin green beam that slices though Gorrik's flesh with ease... Or at least would if the dwarf hadn't ducked under the beam.
Farain moves up and fires his bow, two arrows slamming into the Torch Eye.
((Move to M-8 and full attack. Miss, Hit, Hit.))
Another thin green beam slices the air millimeteres in front of Gilliam as he jumps back.
((Torch Eye move and miss.))
"Hm... Enemy targeting malfunction. Fortuitious," Gilliam mutters.
A blast of fire rocks the forest as the Cornugon utters words of power, a fiery pit opening under half the group.
((Kayla, Farain, Arbeiten, Ombligo, Sorel, and Tanis need to make Ref saves, DC 19 for half. 41 fire damage. Ignatius and Arbeiten fail.))
Arbeiten heals himself of most of the burns with a powerful spell.
((Cure Critical Wounds for 37 HP healed.))
"Primary healer detected. Eliminating targets..." one of the skeletons chatters, firing on Arbeiten. The other skeleton's gun begins to clank and the creature puts it down to repair it, a malfunction occuring. Still, two bursts of gunfire tear through the cleric.
((Hit, Hit, Critical Miss! 67 damage total to Arbeiten.))
Max grunts in pain as an Overlord claws at him relentlessly, rending flesh and sapping strength as venom flows into his veins. Gilliam growls as he too is set up by one of the monsters.
((3 hits on both. 49 damage to Max. 33 to Gilliam.))

Posted by: Nightmare Fri May 11, 2007 6:44 am
Gorrik continues smashing the robot infrnt of him to bits. ((Bash the torch Eye until it's dead, then move onto the Overlord. HP: 133/133 AC: 32(33 Dodge to closest Overlord) Attack
Axe1: D20 + 11(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) = 16 + 16 = 32
Axe2: D20 + 6(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) = 13 + 11 = 24
Axe3: D20 + 1(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) = 8 + 6 = 14
Haste: D20 + 11(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) = 8 + 16 = 24
Damage
Axe1: D10 + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 4(PA) = 8 + 12 = 20
Axe2: D10 + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 4(PA) = 5 + 12 = 17
Axe3: D10 + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 4(PA) = 3 + 12 = 15
Haste: D10 + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 4(PA) = 9 + 12 = 21
Attacks are good alligned for DR purposes.))

Posted by: Rusty Fri May 11, 2007 7:56 am
((REF save: 11 + 8 + 1 [Prayer] +...anything else? = 20. Pass. Ombligo will move to L11. From there, he will cast Bolt 1 centered on the Torch Eye at P16. This will allow him to hit the nearby Steel Claw, the Torch Eye itself, both Drowned Eye, and the top Overlord.
Those five take:
4 3 5 4 3 2 5 4 2 6 = 38 electric damage + 4 sonic damage = 42 damage, no save against the damage.
Plus, they must make a FORT save, DC 21, or be stunned for 1 round.))
*Growling in pain, Ombligo floats forward, ignoring the Cornugon for now, and he fires a Bolt spell into a large group of enemies, again, his new signature thunder clash ending the electric spell.*

Posted by: Alpha Fri May 11, 2007 8:36 am
((Due to the Fire Shields on everybody, anything that struck you with its body or a handheld weapon, took: Damage: 1d6 + 10(level) + 4(edge) = 15 fire damage That's the two Overlords, by my reckoning, for attacking Max and Gil)) [Reflex save: 1d20 + 3(base) + 3(reflex) + 1(prayer) = 26...pass]
Rolling forward slightly, Tanis is able to avoid the worst of the blast, surprising himself in the process. Cursing that he should have enacted the chill shield instead, he moves forward to get the two skeletons in sight. Aiming the ensuing blaze of fire at the torch eye near them, Tanis engulfs several enemies in his blast.
[Move four spaces right
Cast Blaze 2 at the Torch Eye at P16. This should hit the Torch Eye, the Metal Claw, the upper Overlord and the two Armed Skeletons
Damage: 10d6 + 4(edge) = 4 2 1 2 2 3 5 5 2 3 + 4 = 33 fire damage
Reflex save DC21 for half damage]
[HP: 43/63
AC: 22]

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri May 11, 2007 9:32 am
Sorel escapes the brunt of the spell, and wills a bolt of electricity to lance between the front rank of foes. ((REF passed. Arc of Lightning cast on the line of enemies that goes Torch Eye-Overlord-Overlord-Steel Claw 33 electric damage, REF DC 22 half))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri May 11, 2007 1:40 pm
((Reflex Save: 10 + 15 = 25. Pass. No damage because of Evasion.)) Kayla dodges the spell with ease and runs south to help deal with the Durahans. ((Kayla moves to V-2 to flank the Durahan with Langston. Tumble: 14 + 21 - 10 = 25. Pass. Attack: 19 + 5 (BAB) + 7 (Dex) + 1 (Weapon) + 1 (Haste) + 2 (Flank) = 35. Threat.
Confirm: 13 + 5 (BAB) + 7 (Dex) + 1 (Weapon) + 1 (Haste) + 2 (Flank) = 29.
Base Damage: 2 + 1 (Str) + 1 (Weapon) = 4 [Normal Hit] or 2 + 1 (Str) + 1 (Weapon) x2 = 8 [Critical Hit]
Sneak: 3 + 6 + 5 + 5 + 6 + 3 = 28
Holy: 3 + 6 = 9
It may be immune to Sneak Attack, but I do believe it's evil, so yeah, Holy damage <_<))

Posted by: Aldur Sat May 12, 2007 12:57 am
Kria frowned as she ascended higher into the air, looking at the Skeletons with narrowed eyes. "They're like...aiming for Arby! Hey! Farain! Attack the skeles!" She pointed, murmuring to herself for a moment, pointing at a skeleton, her blast seeming quite powerful as she smirked, the spear spiralling into the first armed skeleton. Kria frowned, gesturing as she willed her spear to blast the other and giggled in delight as it did so, panting a little. "Whew..."
((Maximised Eldritch spear chained. Ranged touch: 21.
Damage: 30 to both Drowned Eye.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sat May 12, 2007 10:29 pm
Stab, stab, der. ((Attack 1: 14 +6 (BAB) + 6(Dex) +5(Wpn) +1(Haste) +1(Prayer)+2(Flank) = 35 Attack 2: 14 +1 (BAB) + 6(Dex) +5(Wpn) +1(Haste) +1(Prayer)+2(Flank) = 30 Haste Attack: Natural 1, Crit Failure Confirm 2 +6 (BAB) + 6(Dex) +5(Wpn) +1(Haste) +1(Prayer) +2(Flank) = 23
Damage: 4 + 5 = 9
Damage: 4 + 5 = 9))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sat May 12, 2007 11:02 pm
Stepping over to the spot recently vacated by the falled Durahan, the monk lashed out at the other which still stood there. ((Move to W2. One attack on the left Durahan, then drop attacks on the right one until it dies or I run out. Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (wpn. foc) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +2 (spikes) = 32
Damage: 1d6+1 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +4 (str) +1 (prayer) +10 (spikes) = 22
Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (wpn. foc) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +2 (spikes) = 28
Damage: 1d6+1 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +4 (str) +1 (prayer) +10 (spikes) = 32
Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (wpn. foc) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +2 (spikes) = 21
Damage: 1d6+1 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +4 (str) +1 (prayer) +10 (spikes) = 21
Attack: 1d20 +1 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (wpn. foc) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +2 (charge) +2 (spikes) = 14))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun May 13, 2007 12:21 am
Gorrik buries his axe in the Torch Eye's metal sphere and is rewarded with an electronic squeal and shower of sparks as the robot collapses. When he turns to strike the Overlord though, he finds the beast too fast for him, the creature evading each of his blows or shifting so they fall harmlessly on chitinous plates or scales.
Ombligo's Bolt and Tanis' Blaze rain down from the heavens upon the foe, melting metal, flesh, and reducing bone to ash. The last Metal Claw is reduced to a pile of molten slag in short order even as Sorel's Lightning Arc reduces the Torch Eye to barely functional status. It is Kria's eldritch blast that finally fells the undead Ancients, though, the purple energy smashing apart their weakened bones and weird machines.
“Unable to continue fighting... Mission failure...” one garbles before collapsing into a pile of bone, metal, and circuitry.
Another eldritch blast shoots right past Kria, smashing into the Torch Eye and causing it to detonate in a minor explosion of debris and sparks.
“Got one!” Ignatius cries, jubilantly.
Though her knowledge of anatomy and vital organs allows her to strike with deadly efficiency at living beings, against a walking suit of armor, Kayla finds herself rather impotent. Her strike has almost no effect, merely causing the creature to recoil due to the holy nature of the blade.
The Durahan fighting Graigus suddenly wails and collapses under the heat emanating from the warriors, the fire spell being the straw that broke the possessed armor's back so to speak.
Gilliam steps back and unleashes a torrent of gunfire on the Cornugon. The first burst flies true, slicing through the devil and sending burning blood falling to the ground. Then the whirling weapon emits a clanking sound and the barrels begin to slow, the acrid stench of electronics gone haywire rising from the weapon.
“Damn it, NO! Not a jam now!” Gilliam curses.
((Hit, Miss, Critical Miss! Weapon jammed.))
Max lunges forward, under the massive claws of the Overlord as he plunges the Force Sword into the abomination's chest, turning to the side to avoid another claw as he swipes the blade out and plunges it in again and again, several horrible, burning wounds being laid open in the creature as the master swordsman lays into it. The abomination howls and plunges a claw into Max's chest, causing him to gasp and cough up blood even as he other claw swipes a gouge into his chest.
((Full attack, all hit. 205 damage to the Overlord. Overlord's attack: Upgraded Critical! Miss, Hit!, Miss. 68 damage total to Max.))
The other Overlord roars as it claws at Gorrik, two of the mighty strikes piercing his armor to rend the flesh underneath.
((Hit, Hit, Miss, Miss. 39 damage to Gorrik.))
Arbeiten clamps his hands down on his wounds and prays to Mitula, trying to staunch the blood flow. ((Cure Critical Wounds, 30 HP healed.))
Fire rains down on the battlefield yet again as the Cornugon laughs malevolently. Max, Gilliam, Ombligo and Arbeiten all manage to avoid some of the flames, but Ignatius is caught directly in the blast, relying on his heritage to protect him against the fire.
((Blaze 2 on Max, Gilliam, Arbeiten, Farain, Ignatius, and Ombligo. Ref save DC 19 for half of 37 fire damage. Max, Gilliam, Ombligo, and Arbeiten save and take half damage. Ignatius fails the save.))
Graigus bashes the Durahan twice on the chest, but the fiend manages to block his other blows with his jagged-edged sword. Calling on the powers of Light, Gail manages to cast the monster down, her sword glowing with holy energy.
((Hit, hit, Hit. 56 damage total. Divine Might used.))
Farain fires a trio of arrows at the Cornugon, but none of them manage to connect, most impacting off hard scales.
((Miss, Miss, miss.))
Mahler charges and slams his fist into the Overlord only to find that it hasn't the slightest effect. As he realizes this, an Overlord claw smacks his side.
((Hit. No damage. Knight, you doof, no one cast Greater Whallop on you yet. You weren't dealing 4d8 per hit back last round. To make up for it, no damage this round. AoO: Hit! 15 damage before DR to Mahler.))
Next turn!

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun May 13, 2007 12:49 am
Sorel watches, impressed, as Max lays into the Overlord. But something nags at the back of his mind. With remarkable speed, he turns around, and sees the queen unattended. His keen senses detect nothing near her, but he backs toward her just the same, as he drops a column of holy fire on the Overlords.
((Flamestrike on the Overlords. 44 damage, 22 fire + 22 holy. REF DC 22 for half (lol 22)
Move to the square west of Anri))

Posted by: Nightmare Sun May 13, 2007 2:16 am
Gorrik takes the hit and steps into his attack this time around ((Gorrik 5' step North, attack Overlord, first attack is a smite HP: 94/133 AC: 32(33 Dodge to closest Overlord) 36/37 for the overlords are giants. Attack
Axe1: D20 + 11(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) + 4(CHA) = 16 + 20 = 36
Axe2: D20 + 6(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) = 19 + 11 = 30
Axe3: D20 + 1(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) = 16 + 6 = 22
Haste: D20 + 11(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) = 15 + 16 = 31
Damage
Axe1: D10 + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 4(PA) + 5(Smite) = 4 + 17 = 21
Axe2: D10 + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 4(PA) = 2 + 12 = 14
Axe3: D10 + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 4(PA) = 9 + 12 = 21
Haste: D10 + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 4(PA) = 10 + 12 = 22
Attacks are good alligned for DR purposes.
If the overlords happen to be aberrations, add a +1 to attack.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun May 13, 2007 2:22 am
*Mahler bears the blow of the Overlord without a hint of stagger or reconsideration. Wordlessly, he stares it down, then pummels it mightily with his enhanced fists. The strikes grow ever stronger and ever more deadly, and on the third, his fist glows with an unearthly radiance and power.*
((Full Attack, PA 5
1d20 + 20 - 5 = 10 + 15 = 25.
1d20 + 15 = 11 + 15 = 26.
1d20 + 15 + 1 (smite) = 19 + 16 = 35.
1d20 + 10 = 13+ 10 = 23.
Damage
2d8 + 15 = 7 + 5 + 15 = 27.
2d8 + 15 = 7 + 3 + 15 = 25.
2d8 + 15 + 7 (smite) = 8 + 6 + 22 = 36.
2d8 + 15 = 1 + 2 + 15 = 18.
Mahler's smite counts as good for the purpose of overcoming damage reduction.
Also, Mahler is affected by a magic circle against evil, as is everyone within 10' of him.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sun May 13, 2007 2:29 am
Langston quickly shifts as the armored soldiers fall. With only a quick glance the rat springs into action, making his way behind the lower Overlord to work in concert with Gorrik. ((Move directly across from Gorrik. Tumble autopassed. Probably doesn't hit.
Attack 1: 4 + 6(BAB) + 6(Dex) + 5(Wpn) + 1(Haste) +1(Prayer)+ 2(Flank) = 25
Damage: 2 + 5 = 7
Sacred: 5 + 5 + 2 = 12
))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun May 13, 2007 3:24 am

QUOTE (Knight_019 @ Sun May 13, 2007 2:22 am)
((Except that Rusty said he cast Greater Mighty Whallop, since the buff lasts for an hour/level. He just didn't post it, but I have both his word and Arc's word that it happened, so I demand damage for that last attack.)) *Mahler bears the blow of the Overlord without a hint of stagger or reconsideration. Wordlessly, he stares it down, then pummels it mightily with his enhanced fists. The strikes grow ever stronger and ever more deadly, and on the third, his fist glows with an unearthly radiance and power.*
((Full Attack, PA 5
1d20 + 20 - 5 = 10 + 15 = 25.
1d20 + 15 = 11 + 15 = 26.
1d20 + 15 + 1 (smite) = 19 + 16 = 35.
1d20 + 10 = 13+ 10 = 23.
Damage
4d8 + 15 = 6 + 1 + 4 + 4 + 15 = 31.
4d8 + 15 = 6 + 2 + 5 + 3 + 15 = 31.
4d8 + 15 + 7 (smite) = 8 + 3 + 6 + 3 + 22 = 42.
4d8 + 15 = 4 + 2 + 4 + 1 + 15 = 28.
Mahler's smite counts as good for the purpose of overcoming damage reduction.
Also, Mahler is affected by a magic circle against evil, as is everyone within 10' of him.))

((When did he cast it? It's not listed in the thread and you only had one round to throw up buffs. He cast Haste.))

Posted by: Alpha Sun May 13, 2007 12:05 pm
Also impressed as Max's skill in attacking the Overlord, Tanis contributes in speeding the process of its demise. He sends a sound lance rocketing into it, the missile unerringly striking its target. Once done, he follows Sorel's example, and moves back towards Anri. Just in case.
[Cast Sound Lance at the upper Overlord, if its still standing
Damage: 10d8 + 4 = 7 8 6 1 1 1 7 4 7 6 + 4 = 52
DC21 Fortitude Save for half damage
Then move to I3
HP: 43/63
AC: 22]

Posted by: Aldur Sun May 13, 2007 8:44 pm
Kria sighed to herself, flying towards the battle at little, looking down on things and pointed once more at the enemy, a blast flying into an Overlord, Spiralling through it into the other abomination. "Like, this is getting boring." ((Ranged touch: 21. Hit.
Damage: 14 to both.))

Posted by: Sighrus Sun May 13, 2007 9:30 pm
Pulling her blade back from the crumpled pile of armor, Gail turns to the more heated conflict behind her. Watching her mentor take a grievous blow and storms of fire pepper her allies, the knight charges to the front, bringing her shield before her as she reaches the edge of the battle.
[Move to Q8, full defense.]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon May 14, 2007 1:16 am
Kayla moves swiftly to aid Gorrik and Langston in bringing the Overlord down. ((Kayla moves to T-12. Tumble: 15 + 21 - 10 = 26 Attack: 10 + 5 (BAB) + 7 (Dex) + 1 (Weapon) + 1 (Haste) + 1 (Prayer) = 25 Damage: 6 + 1 (Str) + 1 (Weapon) + 1 (Prayer) = 9
Sneak: 2 + 5 + 6 + 4 + 6 + 2 = 25
Holy: 6 + 2 = 8
I doubt the attack hit anyway, and even if it did, it may be immune to Sneak Attack. I posted all the damage just in case, though. Because of the 'Holy' enchantment, Kayla's sword counts as Good for the purpose of overcoming damage reduction))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon May 14, 2007 7:06 am
((Deadline for posting will be Monday night.))

Posted by: Rusty Tue May 15, 2007 7:50 am
: "We have to finish those Overlords so we can team up against that Cornugon!" *Burning with anger, and in terrible pain, Ombligo floats away from the others and then throws a couple of Lightning Lances into the enemies.* ((Moving 3 spaces to the right.
Lightning Lance #1 (on severely injured Overlord): 11 + 5 [BAB] + 2 [DEX] + 1 [size] + 1 [Prayer] = 20 touch.
Damage: (5+5+1 = 11 untyped) + (4+1+2+5+1+4+5+6+1+5 = 34 electric) + 4 sonic (from Thunderbolt) = possible 49 damage. FORT save to halve the electricity damage only. Also, a FORT save must be rolled or the target is stunned for 1 round. The DC for both saves is 22.
Lightning Lance #2 (on less injured Overlord): 8 + 5 [BAB] + 2 [DEX] + 1 [size] + 1 [Prayer] = 17 touch.
Damage: (4+5+5 = 14 untyped) + (6+4+5+3+1+5+1+1+3+3 = 32 electric) + 4 sonic (from Thunderbolt) = possible 50 damage. FORT save to halve the electricity damage only. Also, a FORT save must be rolled or the target is stunned for 1 round. The DC for both saves is 22.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue May 15, 2007 8:38 am
The Overlords move with surprising speed to dodge most of Sorel's spell, the remainder having little effect on them. ((Saves passed.)) It is not enough to save the Overlord in front of Mahler though, as the golem batters its chest in before grabbing the fanged, mutated skull of the creature and crushing it between his two stony hands. The body falls twitching to the ground.
((Overlord2 is dead.))
Gorrik's axe rends into his foe, sending spurts of gore from the monster as it screams. Langston then tumbles into place, his rapier laying a thin line across the foe as Kayla arrives to jam her short sword into the enemy. However, the lack of apparently vital organs renders their knowledge of anatomy once again, useless.
With some hasty work, Gilliam unjams his gun. Ignatius sends a blast of energy at the Overlord, but appears to not do much aside from leave a small burn. It does distract the beast long enough for Max to slip under its guard and deliver a killing blow with the Chaos Breaker, though. The second Overlord falls.
Farain shoots at the Cornugon, scoring only a minor hit.
Tanis' spell has an effect. That effect is damaging. Tanis helps to kill the Overlords. He has earned his keep.
Arbeiten calls on the power of Mitula to heal his allies once more.
((Aura 2 cast. Ignatius, Max, Gail, Gorrik, Mahler, and Farain heal 20 HP each.))
The Cornugon wags a finger before launching a fireball into the midst of those just healed.
((Everyone that had Aura cast on them save DC19 Ref for half. 32 fire damage. Max and Gilliam fail the save. Ignatius passes.))
Next turn!
Sorel notes an invisible force slowly cutting through the Queen's bonds.
((You don't see that sprite yet, I just need it there for my own reference.))

Posted by: Alpha Tue May 15, 2007 9:14 am
The only spell Tanis has that would have any effect on the magic resistant devil were far out of range. Moving forward slightly, he reaches into a side pouch, withdrawing a potion. Breaking the seal and drinking it down, some of his wounds heal.
[Move 4 spaces right
Drink potion of CMW: 2d8 + 3: 3 + 5 + 3 = 11hp healed]

Posted by: Aldur Tue May 15, 2007 12:45 pm
Kria smiles, and looks around the battlefield, frowning a little, making sure the Cornugon was all that was left, and that Sorel was still alive. She worried for him after all. ((Kria has her Warlock thingy to see invisible stuff up at all times just an fyi.))

Posted by: Nightmare Tue May 15, 2007 6:26 pm
Gorrik emerges from the fireball, only to be seen charging at the Cornugon as if completely unharmed. ((REF save: Passed, I rolled a Natural 18, I think any paladin could save with that. Fire Resistance took care of the rest. Charge to Y13 and attack
HP: 114/133
AC: 30(31 Dodge to Cornyguy)
Attack
Axe1: D20 + 11(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) + 2(Charge) = 18 + 18 = 36
Damage
Axe1: D10 + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 4(PA) + 5(Smite) = 1 + 12 = 13
Attacks are good alligned for DR purposes.))

Posted by: Aldur Tue May 15, 2007 8:32 pm
Kria blinked. "Hey! Max! Iggy! Sorel! Anyone! There's this creepy ghostly guy near Anri! Get the hell away from her you pervert!" Kria snarled primally at the interloper, sounding much like a lion as she fires off a blast, flying down towards the enemy, landing with her blade out, eyes narrowed.
((Spotted Mr. Shade.
Blast missed due to incorp. Kria is now on G-4))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue May 15, 2007 8:34 pm
Sorel's eyes narrow as he sees the queen's bonds being cut. Taking a swift step backwards, he points an open palm towards her, and four thick slimy strands of kelp wrap around her, strengthening her bonds. ((5' West, Kelpstrand cast. 4 big pieces of seaweed are binding Anri))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue May 15, 2007 10:43 pm
((Deadline for posting is Thursday night.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed May 16, 2007 5:42 pm
Kayla runs forward towards Sorel and Anri to find out what is going on. ((Kayla moves to L-4))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Wed May 16, 2007 9:10 pm
((I'm fairly sure I mentioned it somewhere, but the Cornugon is flying. Gorrik and Kayla can't reach it.))

Posted by: Sighrus Wed May 16, 2007 11:36 pm
Despite her preparation, or perhaps because of it, Gail is caught off by the blast, unable to roll with the sudden storm of blistering fire. Watching her companions battle the devil, she realizes she would only get in the way of her allies; instead, she turns to Kria's warning roar, rushing to make sure the queen was not returned to her dark captors. The maiden mutters a quick prayer as she runs, her blade soon sheathed in an aura the color of blood.
[Gail fails her save versus DIAF. Move 60' to G5. Divine Sacrifice cast.
97/139 HP. 9/11 turning attempts/day. 5/6 smites/day.
Spell List: Bless Weapon, Golden Barding, Divine Sacrifice, Lesser Restoration, Zeal, Checkmate's Light.]

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Wed May 16, 2007 11:40 pm
Langston follows suit, no longer having even his rope to throw toward the Cornugon. ((Move northwest 70'))

Posted by: Knight_019 Thu May 17, 2007 3:40 am
((Reflex Save: 1d20 + 6 + 2 = 15 + 8 = 23. Pass. Also, it was never mentioned that the Cornugon is flying. All mention of "Cornugon" in the thread say nothing about its position. Cornugons have Average maneuverability, anyway, so it can't just float in one place.))
*Mahler quickly lifts a large chunk of earth to shield him from the blast. The magical flames lick around the edges of his soil shield, but he is far less harmed than he might otherwise be. With the only visible foe airborne and out of the range of his fists, Mahler moves back toward Sorel and Queen Anri to find out more about the ruckus.*
((Mahler moves zig to F5))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu May 17, 2007 5:08 am
((You're right. I read through and couldn't find anything mentioning that the Cornugon was flying))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu May 17, 2007 5:10 am

QUOTE (Knight_019 @ Thu May 17, 2007 3:40 am)
((Reflex Save: 1d20 + 6 + 2 = 15 + 8 = 23. Pass. Also, it was never mentioned that the Cornugon is flying. All mention of "Cornugon" in the thread say nothing about its position. Cornugons have Average maneuverability, anyway, so it can't just float in one place.))
*Mahler quickly lifts a large chunk of earth to shield him from the blast. The magical flames lick around the edges of his soil shield, but he is far less harmed than he might otherwise be. With the only visible foe airborne and out of the range of his fists, Mahler moves back toward Sorel and Queen Anri to find out more about the ruckus.*
((Mahler moves zig to F5))

((Guess I forgot to mention it. Ah well. Anyway, it is flying. 60' up.))

Posted by: Nightmare Thu May 17, 2007 5:37 am

QUOTE (TheUnknownMarine @ Thu May 17, 2007 1:10 am)
((Guess I forgot to mention it. Ah well. Anyway, it is flying. 60' up.))

(By that logic, shouldn't Mahler have Greater Mighty Wallop?))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu May 17, 2007 5:45 am

QUOTE (Nightmare @ Thu May 17, 2007 5:37 am)
(By that logic, shouldn't Mahler have Greater Mighty Wallop?))

((No, because while you need to tell me what you're doing so I can arbitrate fairly and know that everything is on the level, I don't need to tell you everything that I'm doing. I know for a fact the Cornugon was flying, I don't need to prove anything to myself. However, I can't read your mind, and therefore need proof. Granted, this was an error of mine, but there's a difference between 'Whoops. he's flying, sorry.' and 'Uh, I've been casting this spell every morning for the last month and just never saw the need to tell you.'
tl;dr, lol no. ))

Posted by: Rusty Thu May 17, 2007 5:55 am
*Ombligo, noting Kria's words, casts a spell, lighting everything in the area. Having been the first time he cast the spell, he didn't expect the possible secondary side effects...* ((Glitterdust cast. Target: Anri. -40 penalty to Hide checks. Invisible things become visible. SR does not apply. No save to this part.
Everything within 10' must make a WILL save, DC 20, or be blind for the duration of the spell.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu May 17, 2007 6:22 am

QUOTE (Dark Maiden @ Wed May 16, 2007 11:42 am)
Kayla runs forward towards Sorel and Anri to find out what is going on. ((Kayla moves to L-4))

((Action revised))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu May 17, 2007 6:24 am

QUOTE (Rusty @ Thu May 17, 2007 5:55 am)
*Ombligo, noting Kria's words, casts a spell, lighting everything in the area. Having been the first time he cast the spell, he didn't expect the possible secondary side effects...* ((Glitterdust cast. Target: Anri. -40 penalty to Hide checks. Invisible things become visible. SR does not apply. No save to this part.
Everything within 10' must make a WILL save, DC 20, or be blind for the duration of the spell.))

The ghostly apparition fades from sight shortly after being glaringly visible for a short while.
((Save passed, not blinded. Shade action taken.))

Posted by: Nightmare Thu May 17, 2007 6:59 am
((Well, Gorrik's action changes then, move to T-11, full defense AC36(37 to Cornugon) And I'd just like to note that having the cornugon flying all of a sudden is kind of cheap, and he should at least lose an action or something for it.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Thu May 17, 2007 7:42 pm

QUOTE (Nightmare @ Thu May 17, 2007 6:59 am)
((Well, Gorrik's action changes then, move to T-11, full defense AC36(37 to Cornugon) And I'd just like to note that having the cornugon flying all of a sudden is kind of cheap, and he should at least lose an action or something for it.))

((He was always flying. If you're implying that I just decided this to avoid you attacking him or pulled it out of my ass, go dunk your head in water. I'm getting very tired of people second guessing everything I do.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu May 17, 2007 7:53 pm

QUOTE (TheUnknownMarine @ Thu May 17, 2007 2:42 pm)
((He was always flying. If you're implying that I just decided this to avoid you attacking him or pulled it out of my ass, go dunk your head in water. I'm getting very tired of people second guessing everything I do.))

((cheater))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri May 18, 2007 4:58 am
Max casts the most devastating magic he knows... the Ultimate Bolt, sending the Cornugon crashing down to the ground amidst a crackling storm of energy. The devil tries to stand, but is cut down by a hail of gunfire from Gilliam. ((Bolt 4 for 90 damage, then 2 lucky rolls bursts with Holy ammo for 60. Dead Cornugon.))
Next turn.
Deadline for posting will be tommorrow afternoon (Friday) due to the fact that no enemies are within sight, so the majority will not be able to do anything.

Posted by: Sighrus Fri May 18, 2007 6:37 am
Though the shade disappears, Gail remains cautious, calling upon her second sight to attempt to track it down. [Detect Evil used; I think that's a standard action, so she should be able to give chase if she can spot it.]

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri May 18, 2007 2:27 pm
((Mahler totals 25 on a knowledge religion check on ghosts, so he knows ghosts manifest from the ethereal plane. Glitterdust isn't removed by going ethereal, but he's still invisible while ethereal, since we can't see on the ethereal plane.))
*The ghost's sudden appearance then disappearance told Mahler that they had a slight reprieve. As quickly as a near-half ton of stone can move, Mahler steps toward the queen, lifts her onto his shoulders, then begins to move away from the area, in the direction of the Elven town.*
((5' west and lift Anri (move action)
Move to K9))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri May 18, 2007 4:14 pm
Kayla seems to be pleased when Ombligo's spell makes the ghostly apparition visible. Before she can do anything, however, it vanishes. Kayla looks around for a few moments and seems to be a bit agitated. "What was that...and where the hell did it go?"
Kayla keeps up her guard though, just in case.
((Total Defense))

Posted by: Alpha Fri May 18, 2007 4:24 pm
Tanis curses as the being disappears from view once more. Having no useful spell to help make it visible, he casts a simple spell to improve his aim, should it appear again. [Cast True Strike]

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Fri May 18, 2007 7:27 pm
Graigus moves closer to the disturbance, staff at the ready. ((Double move 60' north.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri May 18, 2007 7:33 pm
A long time passes with no sighting of the ghostly creature. At last, after Arbeiten finishes healing everyone, Max gives the command to move on. A few moments later, though... Kria sees the ghostly figure again, shouting just as he drives twin short swords into Max's back.
Mahler is still carrying Anri
Shade, Second Confrontation: ftp://ftp.slclan.net/srw/down/music/single/P5/og4.mp3
Max screams in pain as he staggers forward, blood pouring from his back. The ghost stares at you with dead eyes.
Ignatius screams and launches a blast of energy at the foe that seems to weaken it somewhat.
Gilliam fires his laser at the apparition, but it passes right through the undead with no effect.

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri May 18, 2007 8:23 pm
*Anri still atop his left shoulder, Mahler turns and sends a glowing fist at the Shade. Momentum is on his side, and the punch lands powerfully on the ghost's chest. Mahler just hoped that holding Anri himself would redeem the mistakes that had passed him thus far and be enough to prevent the forces of evil from reclaiming her once more.*
((Attack, PA 5, Smite Evil
1d20 + 18 + 1 (Bless) + 1 (smite) - 5 (PA) = 18 + 15 = 33.
Miss Chance: 79, hit
Damage
2d8 + 9 + 7 (smite) + 5 (PA) = 4 + 2 + 21 = 27 damage.
Smite counts as good aligned))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri May 18, 2007 8:24 pm
Sorel points his staff at the spectral assassin, and a pair of ethereal dinosaur jaws spring forward, enclosing around the ghost. ((Spiritjaws cast. Shade takes 4 damage and is grappled))

Posted by: Sighrus Fri May 18, 2007 8:31 pm
Gail assails the ethereal skulker, the paladin's weapon shining with holy energy as ectoplasm is torn from the being's body. [FA on the Shade. Divine Might and Smite on both attacks. Attack 1: 1d20(11)+10(BAB)+4(STR)+5(Weapon)+1(misc)+8(Smite)=39.
Damage: 1d10(7)+4(STR)+5(Weapon)+8(Might)+10(Smite)=34.
Attack 2: 1d20(5)+5(BAB)+4(STR)+5(Weapon)+1(misc)+8(Smite)=28.
Damage: 1d10(4)+4(STR)+5(Weapon)+8(Might)+10(Smite)=31.
Miss chance: 72, 85
34+31=65 damage.]

Posted by: Alpha Fri May 18, 2007 8:31 pm
Recognising that many spells would pass straight through the Shade, Tanis selects a force spell, one that should be effective, if the warmage could hit him. The catfolk's aim is true however, and the orb of force slams into the Shade. [Cast Orb of Force. Ranged touch of 21, which hits. 42 damage. No saving throw.]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri May 18, 2007 9:49 pm
Kayla moves in to attack the Shade but her sword passes through his incorporeal form. ((Attack: 17 + 5 (BAB) + 7 (Dex) + 1 (Weapon) + 2 (Flank) = 32 Miss Chance: 10 So yeah, I don't hit))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri May 18, 2007 10:49 pm
((Posting deadline is Saturday afternoon.))

Posted by: Aldur Sat May 19, 2007 3:02 am
Kria gasps, looking at the blades embedded in Max. "Um, Max! Like run! Let us beat the crap outta him!" Kria pointed, and with a flourish blasts at the Shade, smiling triumphantly as her blast connects this time. "I've got your number buddy!"
((Ranged touch: 21. Damage: 17 Passed incorp thing.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat May 19, 2007 4:17 am
((Due to complaints, I'm moving this ahead now... Also because it's received enough damage to let Max finish it off.)) The attacks are cause the ghost to emit a low groaning as his form is distorted and twisted by the blows slamming into his almost liquid frame. At last Max strikes a final blow and the undead sighs, dissipating into cold and clinging smoke.
: "That... It looked like... It couldn't have been..."
A low voice booms from the air, speaking to the group.
"Aaaah, so you've even managed to defeat the ghostly assassin my brothers raised. I'd be impressed if I expected any less from you. But your trials aren't over yet. Best the next challenges and... Well, you'll just have to survive to find out..." the deep, unnatural voice proclaims before falling silent.
: "Look! In the air! And... Blast, over there too, they're coming out of the ground!" Gilliam shouts, pointing as new foes reveal themselves. Immense hulks of jagged rock tear themselves from the earth, rumbling as they slowly stand. The stone hulks appear vaguely humanoid, with burning embers for eyes.
A wave of dread washes against you as a massive dragon with scales the color of purest night gracefully soars downward, a bloodthirsty grin on its face and battlelust in its red eyes.
With solemn ceremony, a man in red and black mage robes advances from the forest.
Next turn!
Map:
>>Dragon is 30' and descending.<<

Posted by: Alpha Sat May 19, 2007 4:01 pm
((Won't act until I know more about the 'elementals' and dragon. Got 20 on a Knowledge [Planes] check and 42 on Knowledge [Arcana] check.))

QUOTE (TUM)
The Elementals are Elder Earth Elementals. Though they appear more compact than usually, there is no mistaking the power within them. The dragon is a Night Dragon, a creature of legends said to dwell in the darkest recesses of the land, only to emerge to spread terror. Its breath weapon is a cone of unholy, life draining energy.

Posted by: Rusty Sat May 19, 2007 9:34 pm
*Ombligo floats about, and he casts Haste on the force, thinking it as the best course of action for now.* ((Floating a good 10' in the air, moving over to P10 above Arbeitan, Ombligo casts Haste on everyone but: Ombligo, Ignatius, Tanis, Anri, Arbeitan))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat May 19, 2007 9:45 pm
Sorel points at the nearest Earth elemental, dark energy crackling around his outstretched hand. Parts of it crumble away as the druid magically erodes it. ((Crumble cast. 51 damage to the NNE of Sorel, ignoring all DR))

Posted by: Aldur Sat May 19, 2007 11:05 pm
Kria's eyes narrowed as she looked on from her vantage point in the air, pointing her hand at the big looming black Dragon. "I'll never lose to a dragon...EVER!" Her eyes smoldered with eldritch power, the blast potency apparent. ((RT: 20...confirming...20 Ranged touch. 60 damage thanks to using last Maximisation of the day, or 30 if that doesn't confirm. And Kria is 50ft in the air.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sat May 19, 2007 11:33 pm
"Spread out and get away from that dragon thing! We're gonna be swiss cheese...uh...burned...ugh," Langston exclaims loudly before trailing off into a bit of a sigh. Big thing, real big thing, other big things, guy! 'course I know I'm askin' for it either way...
((Move to behind the mage and attack. I'm pretty sure I can reach at least the top right corner with 70' move.
Attack: 19 + 6(Bab) + 6(Dex) + 5(Wpn) + 1(Haste) = 37
Threat Roll: 5 + same mods.
Attack: 2 + 5 = 7
Shadow Strike: 51))

Posted by: Knight_019 Sat May 19, 2007 11:47 pm
*Mahler continues to carry Queen Anri on his shoulders, knowing that her safety depended on it. He also knows that Langston speaks the truth, and with that, Mahler runs quickly away from the others in the direction of the elemental to the North. Fist held way back, Mahler lashes out with a powerful punch to shatter the ancient, elemental stones.*
((Charge to K21. PA 9.
1d20 + 21 + 3 - 9 = 16 + 15 = 31.
Damage
2d8 + 9 + 9 + 1d8 = 7 + 7 + 7 + 18 = 39.))

Posted by: Nightmare Sun May 20, 2007 12:00 am
((Charge to Y27 HP: 133/133 AC: 30(31 to elemental I'm attacking) Attack: D20 + 11(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 2(Charge) + 1(Bless) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) = D20 + 18 = 27 Damage: D10 + 5(Axe) + 4(PA) + 2(Axe) = 7 + 11 = 18
Axe counts as good for DR purposes))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun May 20, 2007 12:21 am
"I'll try and take out that spellcaster!" Gilliam shouts as he moves forward to where Gail was, gun blazing. Every single bullet misses the mark, though, causing Gilliam to curse. "He's got some sort of illusion protecting him, I can't lock on!"
((5' step to Gail's position and full attack. All miss.))
Langston's strike also misses due to the illusion, the blade cutting only wavering shadow.

Posted by: Alpha Sun May 20, 2007 1:07 am
Withdrawing slightly from the dragon, Tanis launches a ball of frosting energy at it. [Move two spaces left. Orb of Cold cast. Ranged touch: 1d20 + 4(bab) + 3(dex) + 1(prayer) = 24 Damage: 10d6 + 4 = 3 5 6 6 2 3 5 6 2 3 + 4 = 45 cold damage, no save
Fortitude save DC22 or be blinded for one round]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun May 20, 2007 1:59 am
((Kayla moves to W-25 and goes on Total Defense))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun May 20, 2007 2:15 am
"I'll get him!" Graigus yelled, noting the cyborg's lack of efficacy. Practically curling around the dwarf as he tumbled past, drunken style, he stopped just in front of the mage and battered him thrice with his staff, missing only once due to the illusion.
((Charge to the spot NW of the caster, then wail on him.
Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (wpn. foc) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +2 (charge) = 34
Miss Chance: 73
Damage: 1d6+1 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +4 (str) +1 (prayer) = 20
Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (wpn. foc) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +2 (charge) = 29
Miss Chance: 58
Damage: 1d6+1 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +4 (str) +1 (prayer) = 15
Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (wpn. foc) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +2 (charge) = 20
Miss Chance: 50
Damage: 1d6+1 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +4 (str) +1 (prayer) = 15
Attack: 1d20 +1 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (wpn. foc) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +2 (charge) = 13
Miss Chance: 27))

Posted by: Tarethen Sun May 20, 2007 2:38 am
Farain attacks the mage. ((First attack hit, other two miss. 15 damage total. ))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun May 20, 2007 2:48 am
Ombligo falls back as Sorel causes the Elder Elemental to roar in outrage, its form diminishing as chunks of it crumble off. Another chunk is slammed off as Mahler charges into the fray. The immense dragon snorts, its head rearing back as the powerful blast from Kria impacts its head.
"Impressive..." it murmurs. "Perhaps eating you will give me some of that power..."
Gorrik's axe scrapes off the hard stone as he attacks, hardly making a mark on the collosal foe.
Ignatius sends a blast at the mage, but the spellcaster's form shimmers and wavers, causing him to lose focus. The blast hits only dirt.
Tanis makes a tactical redeployment, moving back while shooting off a powerful blast of cold that hits the dragon head on. The great beast growls.
"You begin to irritate me..." the dragon mutters.
Graigus dashes forward, striking the mage again and again, bringing him to a knee as his form is bruised and contused. Finally, Farain launches a single arrow that strikes the spellcaster in the forehead, bringing him down.
Gail charges northward, her sword slashing but not doing much against the Earth Elemental as she leaps to the side to avoid a sweeping fist. Max runs to the south to aid the group there, healing himself as he goes.
((Lay on Hands for all 70 points.))
Gorrik finds himself bleeding from several places as the twin columns of stone that form the Elder Elemental's arms come crashing down upon him.
((Hit, Hit. 43 damage total to Gorrik.))
Mahler finds himself a bit luckier, one blow only scraping his stony hide while the other crumbles off a chunk from his torso.
((Hit, Miss. 19 damage before DR.))
The dragon lands with a thunderous thump, immediately turning and bathing Gail, Mahler, and Arbeiten in an pulsating wave of pure darkness. The Elemental seems unaffected by the wave.
((Those three gain 4 negatives levels. Fort save DC 26 or go blind. If you pass the save, you also take 1/2 level drain.))
Next turn!

Posted by: Aldur Sun May 20, 2007 2:53 am
"Fear me! I am Kria Krystalpaw! The last of my tribe! And the only one to escape enslavement from the Dark Dragon! And you..." Kria smirked ferally, pointing again at the dragon, moving back while still ascending. "...ARE TARGET PRACTISE!" ((Ranged touch: 24.
Damage: 16.
Ascend 15, move back 30 ft, She's at N13, currently 65ft up.))

Posted by: Alpha Sun May 20, 2007 3:01 am
Exhulting in the effectiveness of the orb attack, Tanis launches another, throwing considerably more energy into this one. [Sudden Maximised Orb of Fire Ranged touch: 1d20 + 4(bab) + 3(dex) + 1(prayer) = 20 Damage: (10x6) + 4(edge) = 64...massive damage
No save on the fire damage.
Fort save DC22 or be dazed for 1 round]

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun May 20, 2007 3:16 am
Sorel launches a bolt of holy fire into the Night Dragon. ((Flame Strike cast on the dwagon. 41 damage, half fire, half holy. REF DC 22 for half))

Posted by: Nightmare Sun May 20, 2007 3:18 am
((Keep smacking elemental. HP: 90/133 AC: 32(33 Dodge to elemental) Attack Axe1: D20 + 11(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Bless) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) = 14 + 16 = 30
Axe2: D20 + 6(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Bless) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) = 19 + 11 = 30
Axe3: D20 + 1(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Bless) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) = 15 + 6 = 21
Haste: D20 + 11(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Bless) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) = 2 + 16 = 18
Damage
Axe1: D10 + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 4(PA) = 10 + 11 = 21
Axe2: D10 + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 4(PA) = 10 + 11 = 21
Axe3: D10 + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 4(PA) = 8 + 11 = 19
Haste: D10 + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 4(PA) = 5 + 11 = 16
Attacks count as good for DR purposes.))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun May 20, 2007 3:20 am
Kayla moves forward and swings at the elemental with her sword but her blade misses by a couple of inches. ((Kayla moves to Y-24 and attacks the elemental. Tumble: 18 + 21 = 39. Passed Attack: 5 + 5 (BAB) + 7 (Dex) + 1 (Weapon) + 1 (Haste) + 2 (Flank) = 21. Miss
Dodge))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun May 20, 2007 3:34 am
Gilliam opens fire on the northern Elemental, but most of his powerful rounds simply ricochet off the mighty creature. ((Hit, Miss, Miss. 25 damage after DR.)) Max moves forward and strikes with a lightning fast series of blows, his artifact sword cleaving through the solid stone with only moderate trouble. Even though the Elder Elemental's form now has several chunks missing, the foe still doesn't go down.
((Hit, Hit, Hit, Hit. 90 damage after DR.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sun May 20, 2007 3:35 am
Immediately the rat pushed off his heels into a backflip with a half twist, landing simply on the ground facing the Elemental. With a careful cartwheel into a tucked roll, the circus act lept to his feet, spinning in midair to deliver a slash to the foe before them.
((After Z-24, flanking diagonal with Gorrik. Tumblez auto-pass
12 + 6(Bab) + 6(Dex) + 5(Wpn) + 1(Haste) = 30
Damage: 6 + 5 = 11
Shadow Strike = 51
Total = 62))

Posted by: Tarethen Sun May 20, 2007 4:10 am
With the defeat of the mage, Farain turns his sights on the elemental to the north east. ((Attack NE elemental. Attack 1: 1d20: 17 + 8(Bab) + 6(dex) + 2(bracers) +1(haste) = 34. Attack 2:
1d20: 5 +3(bab) + 6(dex) + 2(bracers) + 1(haste) = 17.
Attack 3:
1d20: 17 +8(bab) + 6(dex) + 2(bracers) + 1(haste) = 34.
Damage:
Attack 1:
2d6: 5 + 3 +6(str) + 1(magic) + 1(bracers) = 16.
Attack 2:
2d6: 4 + 2 +6(str) +1 (magic) + 1(bracers) = 14. ))

Posted by: Sighrus Sun May 20, 2007 7:01 am
The looming wave of roiling black breath swallows the paladin whole, threatening to crush her under its cold weight, and though the maiden nearly falters, a small parcel of divine will keeps her from falling entirely under its chilling grasp. Unable to turn away from her current opponent, Gail lays into it, holy guidance easing her blade to cut gashes through the elemental's rocky hide.
[Fort save vs. negative energy= 1d20(4)+7(base)+6(Con)+8(Grace)+1(prayer)=26.
FA on the elemental, Divine Might used. 8/11 Turn attempts/day.
Attack 1: 1d20(10)+8(BAB)+4(STR)+5(weapon)+2(misc)=29.
Damage: 1d10(6)+4(STR)+5(weapon)+8(Might)-10(DR)=13.
AttacK 2: 1d20(16)+3(BAB)+4(STR)+5(weapon)+2(misc)=30.
Damage: 1d10(10)+4(STR)+5(weapon)+8(Might)-10(DR)=17.
Haste Attack: 1d20(5)+8(BAB)+4(STR)+5(weapon)+2(misc)=24.
Damage: 1d10(10)+4(STR)+5(weapon)+8(Might)-10(DR)=17.
13+17+17=47.]

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun May 20, 2007 2:36 pm
((Gail and Arbeiten are protected by Magic Circle Against evil, granting them +2 on the save. Gail made it anyway, but it's worth noting. Fort Save: 1d20 + 20 + 2 = 11 + 22 = 33, pass.)) *Negative energy washes over Mahler, and for a moment he feels unstable. The feeling quickly passes, though he feels considerably less steady. Shielding Anri further, Mahler lashes out with his open fist quickly and with impunity.*
((Full Attack, 3 fists (All same: 1, haste, second slam) PA 5
1d20 + 19 - 5 = 8 + 14 = 22.
1d20 + 19 - 5 = 14 + 14 = 28.
1d20 + 14 - 5 = 19 + 9 = 28.
Damage
2d8 + 9 + 5 = 3 + 2 + 14 = 19.
2d8 + 14 = 7 + 7 + 14 = 28.
2d8 + 14 = 7 + 8 + 14 = 29.))

Posted by: Rusty Sun May 20, 2007 6:55 pm
*Ombligo breathes deeply, muttering a quick spell before casting Alef's Lightning Lance! Magical lances of pure lightning crash into the dragon.* ((Casting Assay Spell Resistance - it's a Swift action to cast, and it grants the caster +10 to SR checks against a single opponent for 1 round per level
Targetting the dragon with A.'s Lightning Lance:
SR check: 8 + 24 = 32.
Lightning Lance #1: natural 20.
Confirming...14 + 9 total = 23 ranged touch.
Damage: (5 5 3 1 5 4 = 23 untyped) + (5 5 1 5 1 2 6 6 3 5 4 4 4 3 2 1 2 6 5 5 = 75 electricity) = possible 98 damage. FORT save to halve the electricity damage only. Also, FORT save vs. stun.
Lightning Lance #2: 6 + 9 total = 15 ranged touch.
Damage: (5 6 6 = 17 untyped) + (5 2 5 4 4 6 2 2 5 1 = 36electricity) = possible 53 damage. FORT save to halve the electricity damage only. Also, FORT save vs. stun.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun May 20, 2007 7:53 pm
Undaunted, the monk charged towards the dragon, giving a leap into the air, getting just high enough to drive his staff into it's hide with authority. ((I apparently hate myself, so... charge to the dragon and lay into it. Attacks are magical and holy.
Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (wpn. foc) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +2 (charge) = 31
Damage: 1d6+1 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +4 (str) +1 (prayer) = 17
Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (wpn. foc) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +2 (charge) = 31
Damage: 1d6+1 (wpn) +2d6 (holy) +4 (str) +1 (prayer) = 13
Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (wpn. foc) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +2 (charge) = natural 20
Confirm: 1d20 +6 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (wpn. foc) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +2 (charge) = 30
Damage: [1d6+1 (wpn) +4 (str) +1 (prayer)]x2 (crit) +2d6 (holy) = 34
Attack: 1d20 +1 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (wpn. foc) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +2 (charge) = 24))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun May 20, 2007 7:56 pm
The force batters at the elementals, slowly chipping away at their stone skins. The mages of the group send a cascade of magical energy against the Night Dragon, but it weathers the storm, emerging from the combined spells with smoking and burnt scales, fury in its eyes.
"Playtime is over... Lunchtime has begun..." it growls as seeping darkness covers its body, making him suddenly hard to see. The massive reptilian then leaps forward, its wing helping it gain distance as it crashes down in front of Gilliam and Sorel, slashing each with a claw as a beam of black energy blasts from its maw towards Ombligo.
((Hit, Hit. Sorel takes 14 damage, Gilliam takes 9 damage after DR. Ombligo takes 49 damage. The Night Dragon is healed 49 HP.))
Meanwhile, Max reels back as the Elemental slams into his chest, a sickening crack audible as ribs break. The hero staggers, blood trickling from his mouth. Max looks dazed for a moment, then a look of utter fury crosses his face and he screams as he charges the elemental once more, slashing deep furrows into the being's rocky hide. An arm is severed by the Chaos Breaker, then a leg. For a moment it looks as if the creature might still stand, but then the energies of Langston's Umbra Blade crackle to life, sending dark energy cascading over the monster and causing it to fall to rubble.
((Hit, Hit. 57 damage to Max. Many attacks= dead Elemental.))
Mahler finds himself in similar straits, more of his rocky form being steadily bashed off.
((Hit, Hit. 35 damage from two hits before DR.))
Graigus charges the dragon, battering it relentlessly and actually managing to bludgeon off a few of the thick scales to reach its underskin.
New turn

Posted by: Aldur Sun May 20, 2007 8:02 pm
Kria stares at the beast, snarling in defiance once again as she blasts her, the damage weak this time, causing the catfolk to frown. "If we like...ever needed help, I'd say now is a good time." ((RT: 25. EB: 16.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sun May 20, 2007 8:20 pm
Sorel steps back, opening himself up for an attack from the Night Dragon, who tears into him with his fang-filled mouth. The druid stumbles to the ground, reaching frantically about for something to aid him. His hand closes on three small pebbles, and his eyes narrow. He murmurs a few words in the dead language of old titans and hurls the pebbles at the Dragon.
In midair the pebbles expand to the size of boulders, hurtling into the monster with incredible force and crushing his skull. The Night Dragon falls down, stone dead.
Sorel pants, as he struggles back to his feet, badly wounded. He speaks in a harsh voice that carries out to those nearby.
: "Fan out and end this."
((5' step back, provoke AoO that reduces Sorel to 2 HP. Cast Giant's Wrath, throw three pebbles with all three of his Haste attacks. Pebbles become boulders, all of which hit and deal 19+16+15=50 damage total. Dragon's dead.
HP 2/43 AC 20))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Sun May 20, 2007 8:33 pm
Heading to back up Mahler, the monk attacks with pitifully ineffective blows. ((Charge to the Golem that Mahler's attacking and swat it. Kinda sorta. Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (wpn. foc) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +2 (charge) = 26
Damage: 1d6+1 (wpn) +4 (str) +1 (prayer) = 13
Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (wpn. foc) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +2 (charge) = 20
Attack: 1d20 +6 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (wpn. foc) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +2 (charge) = 22
Damage: 1d6+1 (wpn) +4 (str) +1 (prayer) = 13
Attack: 1d20 +1 (bab) +3 (str) +1 (wpn) +1 (wpn. foc) +1 (haste) +1 (prayer) +2 (charge) = 15 ))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Sun May 20, 2007 10:20 pm
With a quick turn the rat spun around Kayla and broke into a full dash through the lines of trees as if they were nothing before exploding through the treeline to strike at the elemental. ((Acrobatic charge, tumble through Kayla autopassed. Attack: 18 +6(bab) +6 (dex) +5 (wpn) +1 (haste) +2 (charge) = 38
Rapier: 5 + 5 = 10
Shadow Strike: 3 4 4 7 5 4 3 7 4 2 = 43
Total = 53 before DR.))

Posted by: Sighrus Sun May 20, 2007 10:55 pm
Gail's eyes widen as Sorel is once again brought to death's door, crimson lines marking a stony, wrinkled face. She tenses, remembering the oath she made and wanting to keep it, but his harsh command brings her back to reality. Stop it; you have a job to do, and right now, that isn't it. He's safe where he is. He'll be okay. Turning back to the earthen titan before her, she carves into the rocks that makes up the creature, hoping to finish it quickly.
[FA on the elemental if it's still up. Divine Might used.
Attack 1: 1d20(8)+8(BAB)+4(STR)+5(weapon)+3(misc)=28.
Damage: 1d10(6)+4(STR)+5(weapon)+8(Might)+1(prayer)-10(DR)=14.
Attack 2: 1d20(9)+3(BAB)+4(STR)+5(weapon)+3(misc)=24.
Damage: 1d10(5)+4(STR)+5(weapon)+8(Might)+1(prayer)-10(DR)=13.
Haste Attack: 1d20(8)+8(BAB)+4(STR)+5(weapon)+3(misc)=28.
Damage: 1d10(9)+4(STR)+5(weapon)+8(Might)+1(prayer)-10(DR)=17.
14+13+17=44 damage.
HP: 87/129(2 negative levels). 7 turn attempts.]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sun May 20, 2007 10:56 pm
Kayla is disheartened by her lack of usefulness in this fight. She turns her head to the side as Langston rushes past her. Kayla then runs to the north towards the elemental but finds that she cannot quite make it. ((Kayla moves to N-24.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun May 20, 2007 11:02 pm
*Mahler shakes out a bit after the pounding taken by the golem. He rebounds into action without a whit of delay, smashing the golem in front of him apart with three well placed, lucky blows.* ((Full attack -1, PA 5 1d20 + 14 = 14 + 14 = 28. 1d20 + 14 = 14 + 14 = 28.
1d20 + 9 = 14 + 9 = 23.
(Jackpot!)
Damage
2d8 + 14 = 3 + 8 + 14 = 25.
2d8 + 14 = 7 + 8 + 14 = 29.
2d8 + 14 = 2 + 8 + 14 = 24.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sun May 20, 2007 11:22 pm
The combined assault on the Earth Elemental causes it to fall before Mahler's fists as Langston leaps forward to scrape his rapier against the other northern menace. Gilliam fires again on the remaining Elemental as Max moves up. Stone chips pepper those near the magical being as the torrent of rounds impacts against the rocky hide.
((Hit, Hit, Miss. 27 damage to the Elemental after DR. Max moves to S-31))

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun May 20, 2007 11:31 pm
((MAP UPDATE ))

Posted by: Alpha Sun May 20, 2007 11:45 pm
[And orb of force this time (longer range) Ranged touch: 1d20 + 8 = 12 Damage: 2 4 2 1 5 5 3 6 3 4 + 4 = 39]

Posted by: Nightmare Mon May 21, 2007 3:03 am
((Charge to eastern elemental. HP: 90/133 AC: 30(31) D20(6) + 11(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Bless) + 2(Charge) +1(Haste) - 4(PA) = 24 D10(8) + 5(STR) +2(Axe) + 4(PA) = 19))

Posted by: Rusty Mon May 21, 2007 3:51 am
((Full move to H21.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon May 21, 2007 4:07 am

QUOTE (Sighrus @ Sun May 20, 2007 10:56 pm)
The elemental having been dealt with, the knight moves back her leader's side, administering positive energy to seal the aged druid's grievous wounds. [35' move to P17, Lay on Hands -> Sorel for 30 points of HP recovery.]

quote

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon May 21, 2007 4:17 am
Gorrik chops off a bit of stone only to meet a rocky fist dead on to the face, breaking his nose. ((Hit, Miss. AoO Miss. 28 damage to Gorrik.)) Ignatius fires off a blast at Gorrik's foe, giving the dwarf some breathing room as he flies closer.
The other Elemental shudders as the Umbra Blade's enchantment continues to crumble its form. It retaliates by smashing an oversized fist on Langston's head, causing him to stagger back and giving him a concussion.
((Miss. Critical Hit! 46 damage to Langston.))
Next turn!

Posted by: Nightmare Mon May 21, 2007 4:27 am
((Keep smacking elemental. HP: 62/133 AC: 32(33 Dodge to elemental) Attack Axe1: D20 + 11(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Bless) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) = 14 + 16 = 30
Axe2: D20 + 6(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Bless) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) = 8 + 11 = 19
Axe3: D20 + 1(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Bless) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) = 14 + 6 = 20
Haste: D20 + 11(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Bless) + 1(Haste) - 4(PA) = 10 + 16 = 26
Damage
Axe1: D10 + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 4(PA) = 7 + 11 = 18
Haste: D10 + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 4(PA) = 9 + 11 = 20
Attacks count as good for DR purposes.))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon May 21, 2007 4:41 am
Max and Ignatius both charge to aid Gorrik with his foe as Gilliam keeps chipping away at the other monster.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon May 21, 2007 5:18 am
Sorel hurls a freezing gale into the nearest elemental. ((Boreal Wind for 21 damage)) Gail charges the near elemental, catching a fist in the chest. The blow knocks her off balance, and her strike misses the mark -- not enough to cause further problems, though.
((Charge, AoO for 25 damage. Critical Miss averted))
*Ombligo bristles with static power and launches a bolt of electricity into the same elemental.
((Bolt 1 for 38 damage))
Kria swirls around in the air, blasting at the elemental lazily and saying something like, totally spacey.
((20 damage from an EB))
*Mahler runs in, fist held back for a mighty punch. The stone of the golem's fist proves harder than the stone of the elder earth spirit, and he pounds the elemental into so much dust.*
((Nearest elemental destroyed))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon May 21, 2007 5:39 am
The last elemental pounds at Gorrik, but the doughty dwarf deflects both blows with his shield. Max takes this opportunity to slash repeatedly at the monster's back, and with Gorrik's help soon reduces the monster to a pile of rubble. "Impressive..." the voice from before rumbles. "I'll have some sport with you, then..."
Sorel sees a flaming chunk of rock shooting down from the sky.
Sorel points at the sky, ordering everyone to avoid the landing meteor.
The meteor slams into the ground, into the clearing to the northeast, creating a fiery crater as a hulking humanoid of rock and flame emerges.
"Come on then..." the being rumbles. "I'll strike you all down, whether you flee or fight... But at least you can die with some dignity..."
"Who are you?" Sorel asks. "And what do you want of us?"
"I am Xadoss," the being booms. "And I want you to die screaming.
Then I wish ye luck lad, ye'll be needin' it." Gorrik grunts defiantly.
"Monster..." Max mutters, glaring at the fiend with hatred in his eyes. "You and your brothers are to blame for this... For ALL of this!"
"You don't scare us!" Graigus said, staff in hand. "You're not the first hard-head to say you'll kill us, and we're still here!"
Xadoss chuckles darkly. "Are you going to talk or fight, little mortals? Let me see your spirit before I view your innards."
*Ombligo looks at Xadoss, partially with fear, partially with curiosity.* Ombligo: "A...are you a golem?"
"Don't compare me to those crude machines of stone and magic," Xadoss says, brusquely. "I am Xadoss, nothing more or less, jellyfish."
"He's a magical creature," Graigus said, "and you're just waiting to become a pile of pebbles!"
"Tough words. Back them with deeds or die," Xadoss says.
Xadoss' theme: http://www.shinola.radh.com/guest/Rusty/213outrageous.mp3

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon May 21, 2007 5:47 am
Sorel glares at the Strife Lord, shouting out to Max and Gail even as his form shifts into a snarling white bear. : "Take the others and get them out of here!" ((Wildshape into Polar Bear, move 30' east))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon May 21, 2007 6:16 am
: "I'll help you hold him off, the rest of you go!" Max says, charging the flaming monster. "Bastard! I'll make you pay for what you've done!" Max leaps into the air as he nears Xadoss, slashing the Chaos Breaker down across the archfiend's side. Xadoss roars as a large gash pulsing with white light is rent from his shoulder to his hip.
"Hero... Don't think I haven't killed a thousand like you a thousand times BEFORE!" Xadoss bellows as he backhands Max across the chest.
Max goes flying, smacking against a tree as he slides down to the ground, his blood watering the ground.
((Max smites for 75 damage, takes an AoO hit for 50 damage in return. Max is knocked back 20'.))
"Bah, I'm half dead anyway..." Gilliam says with a sigh as he breaks into a run.
((Move to H-28.))

Posted by: Sighrus Mon May 21, 2007 9:24 am
Infernal green flames flicker across the ocean-colored irises of two defiant eyes, their owner rooted to the spot as she glared at the descended, self-proclaimed deity. She watches its grandstanding with a cool air, the proud, conceited rumble of his voice causing the very earth to shake under him, tossing taunt after poor taunt at the feet of the force. How he insults the strength that has brought them so far in this conflict, how he makes light of the spirit that has allowed to press on...how empty his bellowed threats sounded to her. Her grip tighten around her blade as she stared down the volcanic abomination before them, legs tensing in preparation to charge forth to meet this adversary.
"Take the others and get them out of here!"
What?
The blood froze in her veins as the druid called over the ur-deity's jeers. She turned almost mechanically, unnecessarily, watching the powerful white form of the druid barrel towards the colossus. It was obvious what he wished to do.
Don't leave him here. He thinks this is the only way, that he's performing the greater good. No one has to be sacrificed for safety. With all of you united, you can make a stand and win.
Her eyes flitted from one comrade to another, wondering if the same shock was painted on their faces as it was on her own. She couldn't tell. All she knew was the expression on the bear-druid's face, and what it told: a far-away stare, like he knew exactly where he was going, and wanted no one to come.
Make him understand this. Reach out and tell him you won't leave, that you'll stand with him.
She whispers his name, wondering what should come next.
He'll listen to you.
Her eyes close, a draught of air is drawn, then released as quickly as it comes. "I'll see that they don't come to harm," the maiden decides, looking to her companions who await orders, watching the hero and the leader charge to the front. "Everyone...Do not engage the enemy..."
What have you done?
: "We're retreating."

Posted by: Aldur Mon May 21, 2007 1:06 pm
"NO WAY IN HELL! I can't believe you just said that! Isn't this why you're here!? You're a Paladin! Are you insane!? Do you want them all to die? Together...we can win! We Fought against the other two at once and got the Queen! Sorel! Don't you dare die! Or I'm coming after you! And as for you, monster...I am Kria! And today you shall cease to exist! I promise this! Cmon everyone, we can't run now!"
Kria charged forward in the air, dark eldritch energy spiralling and crackling about her form as she fired off a spear of eldritch power, showing that she really was quite angry. She opens her mouth, and instead of the usual battle tirade...a song emerges.
((N-22.
Ranged touch: 19.
EB: 21.
Sing check: 19+7 = 26))
"All across this threatening sky,
Full of tales of danger and war!
I heard the thunder, a distant thunder
And the wind begins to take form.
Rushing through, it breaks through the clouds!
Spread your wings, it's time to soar...
Together tattered wings unfurl.
Through freedom, changing our world!
We will ride through the eye of the storm.
Holding on to hearts beating strong,
Keeping our eyes on, a new horizon...
The tides of war will turn with our soul!
I recall the days of value
All around with saftey and peace.
How could I know then, there'd be a time when;
All would fall at the foot of a beast!
On the day we took to the skies,
Full of hopes so anxious to fly.
We soared higher, and never tired
With the fire deep in our eyes!
In the face of disaster we stand...
Racing far, we'll fight and defend!
The growls of thunder, an angry thunder,
Testing those who fight in this world!
They can try to tear off my wings
But they can't erase all my dreams
We'll fight for freedom, and beat the system,
This is our turn, this is our time!"
Kria glared at the Strife Lord, staring at the focus of everything bad that had happened to her once wonderful world...she'd take it back. Or die trying.

Posted by: Alpha Mon May 21, 2007 2:08 pm
Re...retreat? Tanis thought. No...not now. He moves up the field towards the paladin. "Gail, we cannot retreat now. We cannot leave them like this. We must stay and help them; they need us now. And anyway, some of us do not need to be near him to attack. Watch."
Moving up some more, to get Xadoss in line of sight, Tanis casts a new spell. A beam of orange energy rockets from the catfolk, and strikes the Strife Lord nearly ninety feet away.
[With the 5' step going diagonally up and right, and the 40' move, I can get to next to Ombligo, bringing Xadoss in line of sight
Cast Prismatic Ray
Ranged touch: 1d20 + 4(bab) + 3(dex) + 1(prayer) = 17
Beam effect: 1d8: 2 = 40 points acid damage
Reflex save DC23 for half damage]

Posted by: Dark Maiden Mon May 21, 2007 3:17 pm
"Take the others and get them out of here!" Kayla turns around, and look of total and utter shock painted on the face of the Assassin. She moves her lips as if to say something, but no words come out. W-what? Kayla knows full well what the Sorel is planning to do. The thought of it scares her at first, but then it makes her angry. Not too long after, she hears Gail actually agreeing with Sorel on this. The young maiden clenches her fists and her ice blue eyes appear as if on fire for a moment.
"Are you an idiot?!" Kayla snaps. "I thought that Paladins were supposed to fight evil! Get a hold of yourself!"
Such harshness is not exactly unexpected from the Assassin, but the fact that she would say something like what she just said, is. Kayla then turns to Sorel who is not too far away from her.
"And if you think I'm gonna abandon you old man, you're even crazier than I thought!" Kayla frowns. "What difference does it make if we stay or run? If we run Xadoss will just hunt us down and kill us anyway. If we stay and fight together, then maybe we'll have a chance."
Kayla sheathes her sword and moves north, drawing her bow as she does so.
I would sooner die than abandon them, she tells herself.
((Kayla gives up her standard action for a move action and sheathes her sword. She then takes her normal move action, during which she draws her bow. Kayla is at G-22 now.))

Posted by: Nightmare Mon May 21, 2007 5:31 pm
((This will possibly be filled out with fluff when I get a chance. Gorrik drinks a potion of CCW and moves up to the edge of the forest 62 + 29 = 91/133 HP AC: 37))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Mon May 21, 2007 8:27 pm
"I'm sorry, Gail... please try to understand," Graigus said, his hairless face stretching and flatening as he spoke, becoming more hirstute with each word. "We have to fight him anyway... that's the reason we didn't all go home after we found Max. We might as well try and stop him now, before we lose more people like Morgan and Mr. Dicem. It'll be okay... you'll see!"
And with that, his transformation complete, the monk stormed off towards the massive Strife Lord ready to fight with all he had.
((Hybrid Form, then move to within 30' of Xadoss.))

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Mon May 21, 2007 10:06 pm
"Oh, to be s'young again," Langston said, steadying his grip on the rapier. "Guess I am sorta tired o' watching Sorel get knocked around anyway." With a shrug, he worked his way slowly through the forest and into the hills, careful to remain under cover.
((Move toward the northwest corner of the mountain and hide if possible. If I can't hide, then go to the mountain, if I can that halves the old speed so he stops somewhere in the 29 column. Total defense, dodge to Xadoss. AC 34. Hide 19 + 13 + 6 = 38))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Mon May 21, 2007 10:56 pm
((you guys are all stupid))

Posted by: Knight_019 Mon May 21, 2007 11:01 pm
*Mahler turns to Gail, outstretching his arms and presenting the queen.* : "If you are to retreat, I will not. Take the queen to safety." Gail looks out to her allies. : "No. Without the others, there's no reason for me to leave this battle." She looks to Farain before turning back to the golem. "Tell Farain to make for the elven village. He'll take her to safety, and if we do not succeed, then at least others will be prepared to defend themselves against this."
*Mahler steps forward, determined on his path. It is now or never, and even though Mahler is still a golem, he is never one for absolutes.*
: "Farain, move quickly to the Elven village ahead. Take the queen with you and protect her from further harm. It is time I charge into battle."
*Mahler plods forward, determined after handing Anri to the centaur. Xadoss would not cause more harm this day. If only Sorel could hold out a bit longer, Mahler would come to repay Sorel for being there for him in all his times of need.*
((Mahler moves to H27. Farain has the queen.))

Posted by: Sighrus Mon May 21, 2007 11:14 pm
Her only remaining orders carried out, Gail dashes through the trees, moving toward the new threat to the group. [Move 120' east [13 spaces], prepare self to play martyr for Max.]

Posted by: Rusty Mon May 21, 2007 11:20 pm
*Ombligo extends a tentacle on the shoulder of Mahler, casting a spell on his friend.* : "...D...don't die, Mahler..." ((Ombligo casts Greater Mighty Whallop on Mahler.))

Posted by: Tarethen Mon May 21, 2007 11:31 pm
Farain gave a small nod to Mahler as he took the queen from him. "Be careful..." was all he said to both Mahler and Gail as he began moving as fast as he could towards the Elven Village. ((Move south 50' and then as far east as possible towards the village. ))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon May 21, 2007 11:52 pm
Xadoss growls as Kria's blast strikes him, then chuckles darkly. "Well... I'll some have music to maim to..." he booms even as Tanis' spell fizzles into crackling magical energy before it touches the monster. Xadoss leaps into the air, coming crashing down next to Sorel and the others and flinging a burning fragment of rock towards Farain. The agile centaur against all odds manages to dodge the missle, hurt only by the intense heat of its passage.
((Save, Saved. 19 damage to Farain.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue May 22, 2007 12:01 am
Sorel roars angrily at everyone's refusal to flee, backing up slowly from Xadoss. The druid's muscles ripple and expand underneath his white pelt. ((5' Step SE, Bite of the Werebear on self))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue May 22, 2007 12:16 am
Kayla shoots an arrow at Xadoss but it veers off to the left. Thankfully it doesn't hit any of her allies by accident. The Rogue moves back into the forest. ((Attack: 16 + 5 (BAB) + 7 (Dex) + 1 (Weapon) + 1 (Haste) - 4 (Ally in melee) = 26. Miss.
Kayla moves to F-22))

Posted by: Aldur Tue May 22, 2007 12:24 am
"No! Don't stay back and pepper him with pebbles people! It's all or nothing! If you're not going to run give it all you have! We need to use our strongest attacks! Cmon! We can do it." Kria glares around at her allies for a moment and then at the Strife lord, smirking as she looks down at him, aiming a blast at him. "Hiya!"
((RT: 17.
Damage: 18.))

Posted by: Alpha Tue May 22, 2007 12:39 am
Eyes wide and mouth cursing at Xadoss suddenly being so much closer, Tanis takes a step back, keeping the Strife Lord in sight. He throws a ball of force at Xadoss, this one bypassing the spell resistance of the great fiend. Tanis' aim, however, is something to be desired, as the ball of energy goes wide, missing the huge target.
[5' step north
Orb of Force
Ranged touch: 1d20 + 8 = 11...miss]

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue May 22, 2007 2:14 am
*Mahler stomps, dismayed at Xadoss' movement. Undaunted, he turns quickly, tearing up the ground with his powerfully moving feet. Mahler bellows mightily, a ghostly apparition resembling a rhinoceros trailing ahead of him before fading.* : YOU... WILL... FAIL! IT'S CLOBBERIN' TIME!
*Mahler's fist impacts the Strife Lord's hide with a far more hideous crack than anyone might have imagined. The sound of an avalanche reverberates throughout the woods as stone meets stone.*
((Swift Action: Rhino's Rush. Mahler deals x2 damage on his charge.
Smite evil.
PA 5.
1d20 + 19 + 3 (charge) + 1 (smite) - 5 (PA) + 2 (flank) = 20 + ...
CONFIRM: 1d20 + 20 = 20 + ...
CONFIRM: 1d20 + 20 = 15 + 20 = 35.
In case there's fortification: 1d100 = 92.
Damage
(4d8 + 9 + 5 + 7)*4 + 1d8 = 17d8 + 84
= 2 + 7 + 2 + 7 + 3 + 7 + 7 + 1 + 8 + 6 + 1 + 8 + 1 + 5 + 7 + 84 = 156 damage.
Damage counts as good aligned. Unfortunately, we haven't received experience yet, or there'd be holy damage, too.
Also, Kai was in the room. Blame him.))

Posted by: Tarethen Tue May 22, 2007 2:50 am
Farain held tightly to the Queen of Guardiana as he continued to gallop away from the battle. Need to keep going... ((Keep moving east until Farain is 15'out of the forest.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue May 22, 2007 2:55 am
The monk charges in, swinging his staff... but fails to do any sort of damage whatsoever. ((Four attacks, four misses.))

Posted by: Rusty Tue May 22, 2007 3:05 am
*Ombligo tries to concentrate on the hulking fiend before him. His heart racing, the magic creature casts the spell combination he used on the dragon just a short while before.* ((Moving to G22. Swift action to cast Assay Spell Resistance (will last 11 rounds). Now for a Lightning Lance on Xadoss.
3 + 24 = 27 SR check. Pass!
Lightning Lance #1: 7 + 9 total = 16. If it hits...
Damage: (4 2 3 = 9 untyped) + (2 2 1 3 2 3 6 2 1 5 = 27 electric) for a possible total of 36 damage + 4 sonic damage. FORT save DC 22 to halve the electric damage only. FORT save DC 22 or be stunned for 1 round.
Lightning Lance #2: 17 + 9 = hit.
Damage: (2 1 3 = 6 untyped) + (6 1 1 3 6 5 6 3 3 4 = 38 electric) for a possible total of 44 damage + 4 sonic damage. FORT save DC 22 to halve the electric damage only. FORT save DC 22 or be stunned for 1 round.))

Posted by: Kaihaku Tue May 22, 2007 3:27 am

QUOTE (VoxPVoxD @ Mon May 21, 2007 4:56 pm)
((you guys are all stupid))

(This is totally not right. Cedric says attack the Strife Lord, nothing. Gail says run from the Strife Lord, everyone attacks. Should we switch commanders or is this just the standard disobey the leader bit?)

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue May 22, 2007 4:01 am
Kayla's arrow merely bounces off the Lord of Strife as Mahler charges in for his epic blow. The golem's fist shines with a holy light as he slams hard into the rocky creature. Xadoss bellows in surprise even as he manages to punch Mahler in the gut when he gets close. The golem's hide cracks and Mahler for the first time in a while feels true pain from a physical blow.
((AoO Hit on Mahler: 33 physical, 28 fire damage.))
"What's this? A challenge? Ahahaha... No wonder, you're like a minature version of me! Come then, I'll show you the power of the original!" Xadoss rumbles, swinging his fist back to strike once more. One powerful blow after the other lands as Mahler's stony form fails to weather the assault, cracking and crumbling until his legs give way and a pile of shattered stones lie in Mahler's place, his head on top.
((2 hits for over 132 damage. Mahler is defeated.))
"BASTARD!" Ignatius roars, shooting an eldritch blast that hits the archfiend in the back even as Gilliam charges forward, laser firing. The twin beams of energy scour more rock away, but they still pale in comparision to the crater left in Xadoss' chest by Mahler. The cracks still shine with holy energy even as Mahler goes still.
Ombligo's lightning then crackles over the form of Xadoss and the demon howls.
"Gaaaaah... Is that IT? I am Xadoss of the burning might! The Fist of Strife! You are nothing to me!" Xadoss roars.
Next turn

Posted by: Knight_019 Tue May 22, 2007 4:04 am
*While Mahler is pummeled into submission, he looks over to Sorel one last time.* : Golden rule... for you...

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue May 22, 2007 4:09 am
Sorel rears up on his hind legs, green eyes shot with red. He gives an ear-splitting roar of rage, before coming down on the Strife Lord with both paws, connecting solidly. ((2 hits, 30 and 27 damage. Good and magic for DR purposes 55 HP, AC 35))

Posted by: Rusty Tue May 22, 2007 4:49 am
*Ombligo shrieks in agony as he sees his friend fall before him. A howl unlike any other ever heard from the magic creature pierces the very air - and it seems as if the world itself was trembling. Ombligo's form glows white as his eyes are red with anger. Once he is able to cast a spell, lightning courses through his body and a wild rage overtakes him. The spell, though familiar, is somehow different. Two lightning lances, pure white in color, slam into the Strife Lord.*
((Casting Purified Lightning Lance! It is now considered a Good spell.
14 + 24 = 38 SR check. Pass!
Lightning Lance #1: 15 + 9 total = 24
Damage: (4 1 2 = 7 untyped) + (3 7 6 4 8 5 4 6 7 7 = 57 electric) + 4 sonic for a possible total of 68 damage. FORT save DC 23 to halve the electric damage only. FORT save DC 23 or be stunned for 1 round.
Lightning Lance #2: 8 + 9 = 17
Damage: (3 7 1 = 11 untyped) + (8 7 3 3 4 7 4 3 1 2 = 42 electric) + 4 sonic for a possible total of 57 damage. FORT save DC 23 to halve the electric damage only. FORT save DC 23 or be stunned for 1 round.))

Posted by: Arcdragnbreth Tue May 22, 2007 6:01 am
The monk continues to strike again and again, each time missing the mark. ((Miss x4 once again...))

Posted by: Nightmare Tue May 22, 2007 6:04 am
: "MAHLER!!!!" the Dwarf exclaimed as he bolted across the path infront of him. Gorrik moves as fast as his Dwarven legs will carrying him making it all the way to Xados, he braces himself and lays into him with four blows. "I am one foe ye will no' be gettin' rid of to easily." Gorrik says as he spits on the Giant's leg.
((Double move within 5' of Xadoss, then Full attack, Smite on 1st and haste attack, Defensive Stance.
HP: 113/155
AC: 40(41 Dodge to Xadoss)
Attack
Axe1: D20 + 11(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Haste) - 2(PA) + 2(Flank) + 1(Stance) + 4(Smite) = 17 + 25 = 42
Axe2: D20 + 6(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Haste) - 2(PA) + 2(Flank) + 1(Stance) = 14 + 16 = 30
Axe3: D20 + 1(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Haste) - 2(PA) + 2(Flank) + 1(Stance) = 5 + 11 = 16
Haste: D20 + 11(BAB) + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Haste) - 2(PA) + 2(Flank) + 1(Stance) + 4(Smite) = 11 + 25 = 36
Damage
Axe1: D10 + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 2(PA) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Stance) + 5(Smite) = 8 + 16 = 24
Haste: D10 + 5(STR) + 2(Axe) + 2(PA) + 1(Prayer) + 1(Stance) + 5(Smite) = 9 + 16 = 25
Attacks count as good for DR purposes.))

Posted by: Sighrus Tue May 22, 2007 6:06 am
Gail watches, astonished at the flaming goliath's agility as he crosses the field in a single bound. She wastes little time, however, charging through the woods, a quickened prayer causing her blade to take on a sky-colored shine. The paladin is struck with a massive fist on her approach, but she manages to roll with the blow, getting in close. As Mahler crumbles to a pile of charred stones, Gail retaliates with a series of strikes, each burning with brilliant white flames, just as her eyes burn with a silent fury.
[Previous turn: move to Xadoss, cast Swift Bless weapon. Take 46 damage.
This turn: FA this incarnation of death. Smite and Divine Might all.
Attack 1:1d20(9)+8(BAB)+4(STR)+5(weapon)+8(Smite)+5(misc)=40. 8 8
Damage: 1d10(7)+4(STR)+5(weapon)+8(Might)+8(Smite)=32.
Attack 2: 1d20(8)+3(BAB)+4(STR)+5(weapon)+8(Smite)+5(misc)=33.
Attack-Haste: 1d20(8)+8(BAB)+4(STR)+5(weapon)+8(Smite)+5(misc)=39.
1d10(8)+4(STR)+5(weapon)+8(Might)+8(Smite)=33.
32+33=65.
HP: 21/129.]

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue May 22, 2007 6:41 am
Gilliam emits a low growl as he continues to fire on the Strife Lord with minimal, though slightly noticeable effect. Most of his rounds simply bounce off, but a few manage to chip away bits of rock. Meanwhile Ignatius soars above, sending another lance of Eldritch energy downwards to blast the fiendish foe. Gorrik and Gail both batter Xadoss with blow after blow, then finally Ombligo sends his lightning forth. The magical spell slams into Xadoss and causes him to roar as spiderweb cracks appear in his stone form. Xadoss rears back and lashes out in retaliation with a feral roar. Gorrik's legs break as a kneecap shattering blow strikes them.
((Hit. 68 damage to Gorrik, half is fire.))
"Spit on ME? On ME?!?!" Xadoss roars, pounding a fist into Gorrik's face.
((Hit. 41 damage to Gorrik, half is fire.))
"Insect! I'll crush..."
: "No.. No more. No MORE!" Max cries, bursting out of the forest, glowing sword held aloft. Holding the weapon before him, Max stands before the Lord of Strife. The Chaos Breaker shimmers with power, shedding a radiance that causes Xadoss to cease his attack and turn.
"Eh? The hero..." Xadoss turns sneers as he faces Max.
: "This is how the Dragon died," Max says, simply. Suddenly Max slashes the sword downwards. A wave of cool blue energy erupts outward towards Xadoss in a wave. As the wave reaches him, Xadoss is enveloped in a pillar of electric blue flames, screaming loudly. Some of the stones that form him explode, pelting those around with pebbly fragments.
"Gr.... You... I'll be back to conclude this when I'm at top form and not nursing wounds. You'll pay... You'll PAY!" Xadoss bellows, roaring flames of his own making enveloping him as he rockets skyward before vanishing. Max sinks to a knee, coughing up blood.
((Everyone gains 8000 XP.))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue May 22, 2007 7:20 am
((Sorel gains a level!)) Sorel swiftly returns to human form and points to Kria, who is still hovering in the sky. He calls up to her in a calm voice. : "Revive Mahler." While she descends, Sorel turns and begins to limp in the direction Farain had run, towards the Fairy Woods.

Posted by: Sighrus Tue May 22, 2007 7:54 am
The maiden watches as the false idol retreats, all sound and fury replaced with aching silence. Pausing only to look upon the remains of a far more courageous soul than her own, Gail makes her to Max, then Sorel, touching each with a palm set aflame with positive energy. The only sounds made of those from her worn greaves plodding against the earth, and the sounds of her breath as it spins, labored, through bloody lungs.
[Lay on Hands to Max and Sorel. 25 to Max, 15 to Sorel.]

Posted by: Alpha Tue May 22, 2007 12:24 pm
Tanis looks around that battlefield, at the devastation that had been wrought here in such a short time by the power of the Force and the foes they had fought this day. And yet, apart from Mahler, they were all still alive, despite the many wounds Taking note of these wound, the warmage speaks.
"I have several potions of healing, some quite potent, should any of you need one."
((Tanis levels up!
Tanis gained a level in Fatespinner (Warmage 7/Fatespinner 4, ECL 12)
+7 hit points
BAB increased by 1
Will save increased by 1!
Gained one extra Fate Point per day
Gained class ability 'Deny Fate'
Gained class ability 'Resist Fate'
Gained a skill point in Concentration, Knowledge (Arcana), Spellcraft
Gained two skill points in Profession [Gamlber]
Gained on extra level 4 and level 5 casting per day
Tanis' Charisma increased by 1 point))

Posted by: Aldur Tue May 22, 2007 2:19 pm
Kria nodded, descending from the sky, a sheepish smile on her face as she touches the pile of rock that was Mahler, blinking a little as she activates the rod. "Wakey wakey!" Kria looked around and smiled at the group. And then down at Mahler, watching him reform. She smiled, extending a hand to him and nodded. "Thanks. We'd have been kinda screwed there without you. That was a good punch!"
((Kria gains a level!
Hp+10!
BAB+1!
DR is now 3/cold iron!
Eldritch blast is now 6d6!
Kria can now use Greater Invocations!
Kria forgets Frightful Blast!
Kria learns Vitrolic Blast!
Kria learns Chilling Tentacles!
+3 to Spellcraft!
+1 to UMD!
Kria's Cha+1!))

Posted by: Tarethen Tue May 22, 2007 5:49 pm
Farain looked back to the Queen he was carrying on his back to make sure she was still okay. When he heard the roar and saw Xadoss fly off, an enormous feeling of relief flooding through him. "That terror is gone... Thank goodness." He looked back to the Queen again, "We should be alright now, Queen Anri," he said to her quietly even though she was not going to respond. The centaur began walking back towards the group and could see Sorel walking towards him as he did. As he began walking closer to the druid he called out to him.
"Is...is it over, Sorel?"

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue May 22, 2007 5:52 pm
Sorel stares at the ranger for a long time, his expression turning from anger to sympathy to sheer exhaustion. He sighs, and begins walking past Farain. : "No," he says, "It is not over."

Posted by: Tarethen Tue May 22, 2007 5:55 pm
Farain stayed quiet after hearing Sorel's words as he walked past. Wordlessly, he turned and began walking behind the druid, going back in the direction he was running towards. "Then... he'll be back, won't he?" Just saying that sent a chill of fear down the centaur's spine. "How are we going to be able to fight something like that?"

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue May 22, 2007 5:58 pm
Sorel stops, and looks back at Farain. : "We will find out soon enough."

Posted by: Tarethen Tue May 22, 2007 6:02 pm
Farain also stops, but instead of looking to Sorel he looks to Anri. "The Queen. Is she going to be okay?"

Posted by: Sighrus Tue May 22, 2007 7:10 pm
: "We have to have faith that she will be," The angelborn says, having caught up with the leader to tend to his wounds. "Whether or not she will be can only be decided on her own."

Posted by: Dark Maiden Tue May 22, 2007 7:11 pm
Kayla slings her bow over her shoulder and lets out a heavy sigh. She glances at Kria and Mahler and it makes her feel even worse. First the robots and the overlords, then the elementals, dragon and mage, and finally Xadoss. For the first time in a long time, my training has failed me... I was totally useless...
Kayla watches in silence as Sorel walks away despite his injuries. She then turns her gaze to everyone else in turn and realizes that many of them are wounded. With a soft sigh, the Assassin walks over and stands beside Tanis.
"I have some potions as well if anyone needs them. It's the least I can do," Kayla says, lowering her head.

Posted by: Kaihaku Wed May 23, 2007 10:12 am
Born aloft on wings of glistening white, an otherworldly figure glides towards the worn warriors trudging towards the fairy woods. It might be angelic save for the serpentine coils that took the place of its legs. It's features were those of a beautiful half-elf, eyes filled with wisdom and jovial humor.
As it nears the tail grass of the plains, a melodious voices rings from its throat, "Hail travelers!"
The figure touches the ground a short distance before the group, looking over them with thoughtful eyes, "Darkness threatens all the land, few indeed art spared the foul touch of it." She tilts her head, silver earrings chiming as she does so, "What dire need drives thee to these lonely lands?"
Sorel watches the figure descend before speaking in a hoarse voice. "War."
*Mahler, still recovering from the immense pounding taken moments before, yet remaining remarkably unfazed, walks toward the group and the disturbance. Once there, he is privy to a sight so beautiful that he immediately knows it is not of this world.*
"Indeed?" The creature questions with a slight frown, "…and against whom dost thou wage thy war?"
"Against devils, a cult, and the Lords of Strife." the old man responds.
"Gilliam stays silent, vision fixed on the Lillend.
Ombligo belts out the name with great anger still, even though his friend lives.* "The Strife Lords."
"Who was the victor?" Lilah questions genuinely.
"We jus fought against Xadoss," the monk said, sadly.
"Us, for now." Sorel replies.
"If one can call such destructive power still let loose a victory," *Mahler adds.*
"What are you?" Gilliam asks. "You are not of this world, but you fail to match up on any target profiles for outsiders or known servants of the gods."
"I am Lilah of the Lillend..." The creatures bows gracefully, then chuckles, "Creation is vast, is it that surprising to encounter a being previously unknown?"
"It is surprising, of late, to encounter an unknown creature that is not intent on killing us," Sorel says dryly. "You must forgive him."
"For what?" Lilah replies with a clear laugh, "There is no offense in his words."
"Where did you come from?"
"The eternal plains of Ysgard." Lillend replies with a smile, then she laughs, "Though, in truth, at the moment I doth come from watching against the coming of our common foes."
"Common enemies..." *The magic creature continues.* "What do you mean by our?"
"Indeed… I wast torn from the realm of my birth by the foul machinations of thy enemies." Her eyes flash with anger, "The Archfiend Shailtor." Then she chuckles, " her anger vanishing like the wind, "Certainly they art an enemy of mine and I hath no reason to think false of thee. If thou dost battle the archfiends, as do I, then certainly they are our common foe."
"Second of the Strife Lords," Sorel repeats, before nodding. "We are allies, then. Now, our group is very tired and I believe we could continue this conversation in the village proper?"
Gorrik looks at the Lillend somewhat skeptically, after all the last friend with a common enemy betrayed them.
"I hath no doubt that word of your battle and victory over the archfiend will enhearten my companions." The lillend nods with a pleased smile, "I fear that I had begun to doubt that any save us could stand against them."
She then stretches forth her wings and nods to the woods, "I shall give them word of thy coming..."
Sorel raises an eyebrow. "Companions?"
"Let's go."
"Sorel...Do you think she's from one of the groups we heard about?"
"I am beginning to," Sorel says quietly.
Lilah frowns, chuckling, "Hast word of our great deeds not reached thee?" She laughs again, the sound of pure joy, "Thou shalt see soon enough." Then she takes flight.
Sorel suppresses a smile at the Lillend's words and beckons the others to follow him onward.
Gorrik follows, but keeps his guard up the whole way
………………………………………….
The familiar sight of the Fairy Woods soon greets Sorel's eyes.
Sorel breathes a sigh of contentment, his step seeming lighter the closer he gets to the heart of the forest.
A tall man wearing full plate stands in a clearing at the center of the village. Around him are assembled a strange assortment of characters. Lilah coils off to one side.
He watches the approach of the group with a slight smile, as they near he speaks in a worn but welcoming voice, "Greeting friends." He nods to the nearby lillend, "Lilah has told us of your coming…" He frowns slightly and a glint of flame shines in his eyes, "You faced Xadoss?"
With a grace that belies his weakened state, the old man steps forward, bowing, before meeting the other man's gaze. "We did."
The man returns the bow and when he stands his frown has vanished. A wide smile crosses his face, "I am well pleased to hear of your triumph." He steps forward, looking over the group appraisingly, "I am Cedric Theodoric, a servant of the Goddess."
"An' i' wasn' to fun, le' me tell ye tha'!" Gorrik belts out from atop his spider, still not able to walk properly from his shattered knee.
The paladin laughs heartily, "As well I remember from when last I faced Xadoss, I came nigh to departing this mortal coil that day." He pauses for a moment, frowning darkly, "Though...as unpleasant as he is, he is of no compare to his cursed kin."
Sorel stays where he is, though recognition dawns on his face. "I am Sorel, a servant of nature." He tilts his head. "And you are right about that, I believe."
"We've had a li'l experience with them as well. Oh, and I woul' be Gorrik, paladin of The Light." Gorrik nods, unable to bow due being on a giant spider, and having a shattered knee.
Cedric frowns as he notes the dire wounds before him. "Aurik, Sulia…" He calls as he gestures to the wounded, "Mend the harm done to our friends."
Aurik and Sulia heal the force.
Sorel refuses healing, ushering the healers towards the others. "Thank you."
Cedric arches an eyebrow at the old druid, then steps forward and lays a hand on his shoulder, infusing him with strength and health, "Why do you refuse the aid you so obviously need?" He smiles, "Being a matyr in this place will accomplish nothing."
"Martyrdom does not suit me," Sorel says, "Though it is not for lack of trying. There are others more grievously hurt than I, and it is they who need your attention. I... I am healed just by being in this place."
"You'd be even more healed if Aurik patched you up," the bladesinger said, shaking his head.
*An elven bard steps forward, smiling.* Faralon: "Perhaps you lot forgot that I, too, can heal." *He looks at the druid.* "We have more than enough resources to heal you and your companions, sir. It's no burden."
"I will be fine," Sorel says, dismissing the elves' concern with a wave of his hand. "But thank you."
"If Sorel won't accept your aid, you might try Max. He has not been healed yet," Gilliam states quietly.
"Wait.... Max, from Rune?" Ashathel asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Look to his sword, who else..." Kyoji says, pointing to the Chaos Breaker.
Cedric smiles kindly, "I know the truth of your words more so than you might believe…" He nods to the druid, then glances back at the assembled group. The then smile vanishes from his face, replaced by outrage and stark hatred. He steps back from the druid, drawing his hammer and speaking in a voice thick with spite and authority, "You...you... How dare you!" He thrusts his hammer in the direction of the half-vandal, shouting out in condemnation, "You dare to bring a fiend into this place!"
"Wha... What?" Ignatius says, surprised.
"He's not evil!" Graigus said, pleading. "Please... he's with us."
"Cedric, calm down! Something must be up...Look, they're traveling with the legendary Max of the Guardiana Shining Force!"
Sorel spreads his arms out. "Enough!
"Hahahaha.... Beautiful," Gilliam chuckles, swinging his chaingun at Cedric. "Drop it."
Cedric smiles darkly at the weapon pointed in his direction, his voice thick with vindication, "So…you reveal your true nature…"
(If the fun route had been chosen here... CW2 would have pwned CW3. Cedric might well have died, fair enough, but...no contest. )
Gilliam suddenly whirls around, striking out with his fist.
A muffled thump is heard as Kyoji snaps into view.
"And you yours, sending an assassin behind me while invisible. Paladin indeed," Gilliam notes.
"HEY!!!!!!"
"Everyone will put away your weapons, NOW," Max says, firmly.
"You speak of honor and justice in a war with fiends and their corrupted thralls?!" Cedric exclaims in disbelief, paying no mind to the hero,
The sound of approaching engines causes many of those assembled to look up to the sky. A gleaming mithril machine descends in the clearing, whipping wind about it. Suddenly, the engines whine and wind down.
"Always with the fighting," Ashathel said, force blade in hand. "I'd really hate to put holes in them if we don't have to, Cedric."
"Listen...if just for one minute!" Ombligo exclaims.
The paladin arches an eyebrow, then lowers his hammer slightly, "You will speak…and if your words do not convince me, then you will leave this holy place." His eyes narrow at Gilliam, "I will not tolerate the defilement of one of the few pure places left this world."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell is going on?!" The little man exclaims, looking about.
"Actually, yes. I've been dying for some homemade scones lately." Gorriks says, "You wouldn't happen to have a recipe for some buy any chance."
Zook puffs up his chest indignantly at Sorel's words, but his eyes light up when Gorrik speaks. He points up at the dwarf. "You and me, we're gonna get along fine."
"Hey, hey... no need to get your pretty armor in a bunch, legend," Ashathel said, folding his arms. "Don't you see me trying to get you a fair chance, here?"
"We don't want to do anything bad!" Graigus pleaded.
"Who gave you authority here?" Gilliam murmurs, but silences himself as Max looks at him.
"The Goddess Mitula…" Cedric states simply, not adding …who restored it from the lifeless ruin wrought by the civilization that created you.
Zook tugs at Ashathel's pant leg. "So give me the odds on us having to fight," he murmurs.
"In the past few days, not even a full week, I've seen my homeland destroyed, my allies nearly torn asunder, one of my best friends' mind shattered, came close to death time and again..." Max says.
"Then would you respect my words that all here have struggled for nothing less than to keep such places safe?" the angelborn says.
"And when we reach a supposed safe haven the forces of light stand prepared to cast us out?" Max says, looking at Cedric. "How can you call yourself a follower of the goddess if you are so ready to deny aid?"
"How can you call yourself a hero when you consort with the fiends who would destroy this world?" Cedric returns, glaring at hero whose wounds had been seal at his order only moments before.
"He's not a fiend!" Graigus said. "He just looks like one!"
"If he is not a fiend…" Cedric replies, holding forth his holy symbol, "Then if I censure him, he will not be sent back to hell, correct?" He looks at Graigus pointedly.
Sorel pinches the bridge of his nose, and sighs. "Please, everyone, all of our comrades in this great fight, please stop talking. Ignatius is the son of the Vandal Galm, who fights alongside us in the hopes that we will join him against his father. He means no threat to anyone except the forces of evil. If that does not appease your sense of justice, then by all means we will leave now."
"What's censuring?" Graigus asked, looking around.
"Why don't you simply try and see if you can find any evil on him first?" Max says, rubbing his eyes.
"Because then he might be proven wrong. Typical clergy," Gilliam remarks.
"That's what I said," the elf said, responding to the hero. "Say... nice haircut. Kinda like mine."
"Because he knows what can happen if Detect Evil goes wrong," Astrid says.
"Our foes can easily hide their allegiance; even a fool should know that." Cedric states with a glare at Gilliam.
"Cedric has been through a rough time as well! Listen...I am not here to pick a fight, and I think Cedric might be making a mistake here. I know more than anyone the feeling of redemption. As for this Ignatius...we do not choose our parents."
"Being half Vandal means that he would probably react negatively to such a thing as a censure attempt... But that doesn't necessarily mean that he's evil," Gilliam replies. "Your method is flawed as well."
"Stop being mean!" Graigus said, stepping forward. "You're just... a big mean guy with a hammer! We came here because we thought we could get some help, and all you want to do is hurt people!"
(At this point, Kaihaku gives up on rational people helping Cedric deal with his fiend issues and takes the easy out.)
Cedric frowns for a moment longer, then nods slightly, "Then we will attempt a more trustworthy method." He calls out, "Lisa, test him. I will trust your word."
"What do you think I've been doing?" Lisa asks with a sigh. "His soul is pure even if his blood is tainted."
Kyoji rolls back to the others, abandoning his stance near Gilliam.
"Zook... is it a bad sign when a five year old with a twig makes more sense than our leader?" Ashathel whispered to the gnome.
"It's a bad sign that everyone seems more intent on making dramatic speeches than not killing each other," Zook whispers back.
"Are you satisfied now?" Max asks, wearily.
"You're just like Mr. Dicem," Graigus mumbled, shaking his head.
"Right, so..." Zook says, trailing off. "Anyone up for lunch?"
Cedric stands for a moment where he is for a long moment, glaring at the ground, an intense inner battle waged inside him. Then he exhales and strides through the assembled force to Ignatius, he trembles as he stands staring at the twisted body before him. Then he slowly bows before the half-vandal, speaking in a voice thick with frustration and anger, "Forgive…me…" His gauntleted hands grasp at the soil beneath them, "…fiends have taken…much that was dear to me." His voice lowers, "I…treated you…poorly… I am…shamed…my hatred mastered me..."
(Per usual, jokes resounded about EMO Cedric at this point. *shrug* I thought it was fitting at least.)
Ignatius winces. "It's... It's OK. I'm used to it..."
Sorel lays a hand on the Paladin's shoulder. "There are many fronts to this war," he says quietly.
"Mr. Dicem," the monk said, his head bowing.
"You'll have to forgive him... we tend to get shot at a lot," Ashathel said.
Cedric shakes his head, his voice thick with anger, "No…no, it is not OK." He stands, glaring at the ground, "It will never be…OK…" His gauntlets tighten, "Not…until the day that their blight is wiped from the earth." He looks at the half-vandal, his eyes bright with emotion, "I…threatened a fellow sufferer of their ill… There is nothing…OK…about that." He turns away, his cape fluttering and walks back towards his assembled forces.
Gail stares in amazement at the flying golem, laying inert between the two parties, a sudden memory springing to mind.
Sorel laughs in spite of himself, looking down at the small man and then back up at the machine he had been flying. "Wizards know best, after all."
"That's a machine, Sorel," Gilliam says. "Looks like... Some sort of cobbled together gyrocopter and personal armor."
"I'll cobble you together..." Mumbles Laika in the background.
"Well, I'm flattered," Zook says sarcastically, "I appreciate your estimation of my skill, Mr..." He stops. "Wait a minute." Zook steps forward. "A... a robot? An honest-to-goodness robot? Of the Ancients? And you're not trying to kill us?" He leaps a foot into the air. "HOORAY!" he cackles.
"Hellfire, I... Wait, what?" Gilliam says, turning to the tinker.
"Hellfire? Oh you noticed the make of the mounted minigun?" Zook says, grinning and stepping back. "Take a look at that, isn't it a beauty? Perfect condition, not a spot of rust. Why you'd never know that..." he trails off. "Wait, what?"
Gilliam regards Zook in silence for a moment, "You're a tinker then."
Zook grins. "I am Zook Jimbeddo Bollynock Frenkalter Steamwhistle Skydelver Aleslosh, and I am an engineer."
"I see," Gilliam says.
"Wow," Zook says, "They really pulled out all the stops on you didn't they? Almost sounds like you're human. What's your name?" he asks excitedly.
Sorel winces at the gnome's remark.
Gilliam growls a little at Zook's proclamation, "My name is Gilliam..." Gilliam says after a while.
"Gilliam? Just Gilliam? No one thought to give you a surname?" He frowns. "Guess you're not as advanced as I thought..."
Gail's gonna look at the other side of the skybound tincan now.
"My full name, if you would prefer it, is Lieutenant Colonel Gilliam Thornton," Gilliam replies, acidly.
"I've seen this before..." she whispers as she looks over the now silent engines, before turning to the pilot, "Where did..." she begins, then stops, the memory fully coming together.
Zook nudges Cedric. "Gil Thorton was a fairly prominent soldier in the Devil Wars. He commanded a lot of troops, but he wasn't elite like the Guardian Eye. They say he came back from the dead, stronger than steel..." The tinker stares off into space. "Wait, what?"
"Hey, you know how you got kind of angry when I said that bit about being almost human. You're not..." Zook says, trailing off again.
Sorel bites his lip, looking at Gilliam.
"What do you think?" Gilliam asks.
"I think that was awfully embarrassing," Zook says. "Not sure for who though."
"You know, Zook, maybe you should make some scones to go with the egg on your face," the elf chuckled.
Tired and worn, Max quietly leaves the teams to banter, checking on Anri.
"I like you better when you're dancing," Zook says.
"You mean you do have a recipe for scones?" Gorrik piped up curiously.
"Don't blame me, you're the one who insulted the robot," Ash grinned.
"You're damn right I do," Zook says. "Only two things a man needs in this world are scones and ammunition."
"I'm a cyborg, elf," Gilliam says. "If that will be all, I have work to do."
"No you don't," Coventry say, "you just want to make a dramatic exit. Admit it."
Zook waves weakly at the departing Gilliam.
"You just got here, you don't know where anything is, and we're not going anywhere for a while. Work my ass," the bladesinger said.
((VoxPVoxD: "Work my ass," the bladesinger said.
VoxPVoxD: saving that one for Aldur
Arcdragnbreth: it'll be in the post.
Arcdragnbreth: which everyone else will hate us for.
VoxPVoxD: not in large red font))
*Ombligo remains silently now. He feels a little more calm now that people aren't bickering so much like they were before. He takes in the surroundings and the conversation but doesn't speak.*
"I have missile pods to install," Gilliam says. "And all I need is a clearing. I'm fairly certain I can find one."
"I've seen this before..." she whispers as she looks over the now silent engines, before turning to the pilot. "Where did..." she begins, then stops, the memory fully coming together.
"So you'd rather stop talking to the tinker who built a robot and has a horde of helpers so you can try and install it yourself?"
Zook looks up at Gail. "I doubt you saw it before, unless you've been having vis--" he stops. "Now this is odd, because I sort of recognize you."
"I can install it myself without too much trouble, and I'm far more familiar with the workings of my machines than he would be," Gilliam says.
"Your mother doesn't run a brothel in Ribble, does she?"
"It's called a burlesque house, thank you very much."
…
"The feeling is mutual, though no less weird," the paladin replies simply.
"Wait..." Zook stares at the paladin for a moment. "...Nah," he mumbles. "No wings."
Gail's eyes widen as the tinker mumbles. "How would you know about that?" she says, bewildered by the comment.
"I think I missed something." Gorrik says scratching his head from confusion.
Zook stares at Gail once more. "'A vision of angels and war.'" he says at last.
Sorel looks back and forth between the two of them before stopping on Gail. "What is going on?" he asks.
"I...I see," is the paladin's only reply, turning then to the druid. "I just felt like I knew him from somewhere...It must be my imagination, though."
"Yeah, must have been," Zook says. "I just had a weird dream, is all."
"Yes...yes, that's...probably what it is," Gail says, chiding herself internally for stumbling over her own words.
Zook blinks. "You're not very good at lying, you know that? Come on, admit it. You know exactly what I'm talking about."
"My hair is as much of a mystery to me as it is to you." Gail mutters in the oh so distant past.
Sorel frowns, but says nothing.
Gail sighs as the tinker says the obvious. "I suppose I should take that as a compliment." She looks Zook in the eyes as she continues. "Yes, I know what you're speaking of."
"You know, if I was a bard, I'd have something really witty to say about dreams, but I don't, so there's that." Zook looks back at the rest of the newcomers. "You don't have to stand there, you know. Come on in and sit down. Wasn't joking about lunch." He smiles at Gail. "Good seeing you again." Then he walks off.
Sorel watches the gnome depart. "Right." He looks at Gail and Cedric. "Perhaps the three of us should talk in private?"
Gorrik follows the gnome, hoping to exchange recipes and ideas for scones.
The paladin nods distantly, "Yes..." He glances at a nearby building, "Come, we can talk there. I have a tactics room set up."
A warm smile adorns Gail's face, before returning to blank as Sorel addresses her. "So we're ignoring his offer, then?" She folds her arms across her chest as a frown comes over her. "I'm sure that's quite rude."
"Talk for yerself!" Gorrik shouts back as Dragad makes his way to Zook's direction.
Sorel laughs a bit. "Of course not. Feel free to join him. I am not hungry."
Gail chuckles before shaking her head, a smile showing through. "No, I'm fine. The sooner we begin this, the better."
Summary
o On patrol, Lilah encounters the CW3 force en route to the fairy woods.
o Lilah is saddened that Max also has 30+ CHA and flees on the excuse of telling the others that they are coming.
o Cedric greets the CW3 force kindly and has their wounds healed.
o Cedric bugs out at the sight of the fiendish figure of Iggy Poo and draws his weapon, demanding in his standard defiant roar to know how the CW3 group had dared to bring such a fiendish figure into the fairy woods. Gilliam points his chaingun in the paladin's face telling him to drop his hammer, lol...chained gauntlets, then pwns loyal Kyoji who attempts to guard his leader.
o Lots of screaming drowns out all rational voices.
o Zook, Ombligo, Sorel, and Faralon finally manage to restore some semblance of communication amongst the two groups.
o Cedric asks Lisa, not in so many words, to use a secret means of judging character available to her alone to determine if Iggy Poo is evil, she replies that she was already doing so and that the half-vandal is not evil. Cedric then makes a public apology to Iggy Poo.
o Zook gets really, really excited to meet a real working robot, Gilliam gets pissed off at being called a robot. Hilarity ensues.
o Ashathel works his ass.
o Gail wisely changes the subject to the awesome flying A.D.A.M., remembering it from the cool dream she had not too long after Coventry died. Zook almost recognizes Gail as the angelic figure he saw in a similar dream, but she doesn't have the wings for it...yet. Gail attempts to lie when they realize that they had the same dream. *cough* soul mates *cough*
o Zook and some others go to lunch. The leaders go to discuss important stuff. That's about it.
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Who puts alternate dimensions inside trees? Idiots! Unless their fairies and I'm pretty sure fairies didn't do this stupid thing.
~Little Brother while playing Majora's Mask

Posted by: Aldur Wed May 23, 2007 1:18 pm
Kria meanwhile had remained oddly silent, following after the group, looking around at the forest village, a haunted look in her eyes as she moved among the trees with the others, heading with them to the War room, or whatever that trigger happy Paladin had mentioned. She halted, awaiting the others to pass her, pretending to look glazed and out of it and then when they were all ahead, a single tear fell from her eye, hitting the ground below.
And so with a clenched fist and a heavy heart Kria Krystalpaw follows after her companions.

Posted by: Alpha Wed May 23, 2007 1:49 pm
As the group move along, Tanis looks around for Kria. He had wanted to talk to her for a long while now, but had not yet mustered the courage to do so. After what he'd done to her... would she even acknowledge him, let alone listen? It was his fault what had happened... her tribe was massacred, Morgan was dead... his fault...
He slows down, the group ovetaking him, and leaving him behind. Upon hearing footsteps behind him, Tanis turns around, to see Kria coming up the path. Trying to muster courage and resolve, he moves to intercept her. Heart pounding and butterflies in his stomach due to fear, the warmage speaks to Kria.
"I...I need.. can I talk to you?" he asks slowly and hesitantly, a look of pleading in his eyes.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Wed May 23, 2007 2:16 pm
[Curse you all for being on so late! *Shakes fist* J/k] Kethra looks over the other group as well, but she sees something that the others might not. Standing in the back but off to the side is a tall and lithe young woman. She is clad entirely in black clothing; a long-sleeved tunic, pants, gloves, boots and a hooded cloak. Her hair is curly and dark red in color, pulled back into a ponytail to keep it out of her face. A few tendrils of hair hang in front of her ears to frame her lovely face. At first, she might almost seem human.
Kethra soon finds out that this is not the case, however. She finds herself staring at the icy blue eyes of the other woman. They are more cat-like than human, making it obvious that she is not normal.
A demon? No, it couldn't be... All of the demons I have seen have been grotesque and had wings. This girl has no wings and she is far from grotesque... Still, she is not human...that much is obvious...
"What a typical Paladin", Kayla mutters in disgust.
Self righteous and holier than thou! They think they have the right to judge and condemn because they are "servants of the gods". Pfeh!
Kayla tucks the stray hair behind her ears and glares at the half-elf whom she catches staring at her. She says nothing to the Monk, however, and decides to turn away. Kayla waits until most of her allies pass by her. She lets out a heavy sigh and shakes her head before following them.
[The 'typical Paladin' comment was before he apologized ^ ^]

Posted by: Aldur Wed May 23, 2007 4:27 pm
Kria looks at Tanis, and tilts her head to one side, studying him for a moment. "Have you like...not listened? We're doing the whole big group serious thingy. Later, kay?" Kria smiled and continued on her way to wherever everyone was going.

Posted by: Alpha Wed May 23, 2007 5:57 pm
As Kria walks past, Tanis looks at the ground. "N..no. I didn't hear. I've been... thinking." Tanis remains looking at the ground, and stays in place for a while. She said she would talk...and...and she didn't look angry... A sense of hope enters the green catfolk, making an edge on the fear and doubt inside him. With a sigh, he straightens up, and turns around, following the group once more, though far behind.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Wed May 23, 2007 9:47 pm
The two follow the paladin through the natural building to a small study with scattered maps and scrolls. He steps to the other side of the table and sighs, leaning heavily on it. Sorel looks around. "This is quite the setup." "How long have you been conducting your research like this?" Gail asks, startled at the sheer volume of material strewn throughout the room.
Cedric glances at it with a hint of frustration, "It is...sufficient." Then he stands straight and looks at the two intently, "Please pardon my...outburst."
Sorel shakes his head. "It is not my pardon you need, and I believe Ignatius has given you his. We need not bring it up again."
Gail shakes her head at the leader's plea for forgiveness. "It is as Sorel said. If anyone of our force bade you ill will for that, you would have heard it."
Cedric nods as if the matter was resolved, though the weight of it contiunes to weigh in his eyes. "Why have you come to this region?" He asks after a moment, as if knowing the answer already.
Gail looks to the druid, sighing before she answers. "We had no choice in the matter. We were leading a strike against devil forces on Grans, and during the battle, a portal the devils were guarding was destroyed, which took us to...Guardiana. There, we faced the Strife Lords - Erebeus and Shailtor." She bows her head as she continues. "When it became clear that we had no chance of victory, a force intervened...andin a burst of bright light, we had returned to Parmecia.
Sorel nods. "That is all true. However, now that we are here, we have several objectives. First, we needed to rest from that rather...unfortunate series of battles, second, we want to move against an Ancient installation to the north, and third, we wanted more information on you."
Cedric arches an eyebrow, then a slight remorseful smile appears on his face, "I believe you learned all that you need to know of me from our meeting." He then unrolls a map of the region on the table, "We also intend to hazard assualting the base you speak of." He glances at the druid with regret, "If you wish to join us in this effort, I fear that you will find little rest." He sighs, "We mean to march tomorrow."
Sorel clicks his tongue. "I believe we could move on one day's rest, although I wonder what motivates your haste. The installation is not going anywhere."
Cedric nods with a grim light in his eyes, "The installation is not our aim." He looks at the druid pointedly, "Xadoss is."
"I do not know how quickly he recuperates, but he did retreat to lick his wounds. You think he retreated here?"
"I have it on good authority." Cedric replies confidently, "Other forces are at work to topple this installation, I will speak more of them later, and we intend to leave it to them." He adds after a moment, "We seek to extinguish the source."
"You mean finish Xadoss off where he can't run away," Gail states simply.
"What is the importance about this base, other than it holds Xadoss? Do you know if the Strife Lords are guarding something there?"
"It contains weapons of destruction beyond comprehension." Cedric replies with a frown, "However, they are weapons for use aganist ships that can transverse the stars." He shakes his head, "I have seen one such vessel cast down by their power from the heavens."
Sorel blinks. "What?"
Cedric shakes his head with a frown, "Wise Zook would be better able to speak of such things." He contiunes carefully," The Ancients possessed vessels capable of traveling among the stars and this installation holds weapons for use aganist such vessels." He frowns, "...perhaps even capable of use aganist the very stars, I cannot say."
"If they are aimed at the sky, I would assume an aerial approach is out of the question?" Sorel asks.
"The vessel I beheld cast from the skies had attempted such." Cedric replies simply.
Gail stares blankly, her mind stalling to a halt at this gigantic discovery. She clears her head, though, managing a question. "Could it be that's how our mutual foes made it here?"
"Does it really matter if they fell from the sky or came up from the pits of hell?" Sorel asks. "They are here now, and we must make them go away."
"I share your view." Cedric replies grimly, "Though... I would also like to know of their origin, if only to learn if they are the only ones of their kind." He is silent for a moment, then taps his finger aganist the map with a frown, "You have faced the Strife Lords..."He looks at them, "Would you join us in pursuing Xadoss? If not, I can aid you in making contact with the forces who mean to capture the installation."
"With mixed success," Sorel says quietly. He looks up. "I would like to speak to Gilliam, who has some experience with Megiddo, and if possible with the person who informed you."
"The day we drove Shailtor from Cypress, he forced my sister to kill my mother before my very eyes." Cedric states with quiet vehemence, "With these foes, success and defeat come hand in hand. Yet, better mixed success than defeat."
"I believe we understand that more than you know..." the maiden sighs, a grimace appearing as the words leave her mouth. She is silent a moment longer before her eyes open. "If we join you in this attack...how would it be done?"
Cedric looks at the angelic paladin with compassion in his eyes and nods, stating simply, "Much has been lost..." He then glances down at the map, "There is another approach to the installation..." He smiles slightly, "An approach perfectly built for an ambush but one we intend to hazard regardless." He rubs his chin thoughtfully, "If you were to accompany us, you would advance with me into this ambush while strike forces attacked the forces meant to assualt us."
"We have extensive experience with ambushes," Sorel says. "I believe we could arrange our forces to suit this."
"As do we..." The paladin replies with a smile, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "By the way, how is your company organized?" A faint smile traces his face as he adds almost sheepishly, "Our hierarchy is fairly rudimentary, the Force is divided into specialized detachments each commanded by a unit leader who reports to me. Each detachment is supported by a healer and a mage. In addition, a number of special operatives act independently." He lowers his hand, continuing seriously, "I know it seems elementary compared to most military hierarchies but it has proven extremely effective." He taps the map on his desk, "When we lifted siege on this village, the flexibility it provided enabled us to counter the enemy on multiple fronts."
The paladin slides a sheet of paper with an outline of the command structure across the table, "If you would, please critique." He frowns slightly, preemptively addressing the major criticism of the leadership system he had devised, "The limited diffusion of authority into only a few hands is a flaw that I recognize... It does easily allow an enemy force to target and destroy our command structure. However, because of our size I thought it was inefficient to further assign rank." He shrugs slightly, looking at Sorel with interest, "Your command is of a similar size, I would welcome any suggestions you might have."
Gail raises a brow, but hold her question until the paladin finishes his tirade. As he ends, she merely stares Cedric straight in the eye and says, "Organization has proven to be the last thing on our minds during this campaign."
Sorel stares blankly at the paper. "If I may be frank, Cedric, they really do not even listen to us. In the conflict with Xadoss, I had ordered the bulk of the force to retreat, but instead they ignored me and Gail and charged directly into the fray."
"Oh..." Cedric mouths, at a loss for a moment, then he shakes his head ruefully, "When our expedition was newly begun, I had the opposite predicament." He laughs though a hint of spite rests beneath the surface, "Confronted by Shailtor for the first time, I gave the order to launch an attack ere he could touch our minds." He shakes his head, "Myself and one other soul were alone in doing so." He looks at them with understanding, "In time, perhaps they will learn to follow you."
"Yes..." Sorel murmurs, his eyes locked on the paper. He taps a word. "What does this word signify?"
Gail remains silent at Cedric's words, bowing her head as she remembers the decision she had come to, and what it would cost if she had followed it.
Cedric frowns slightly, glancing at the paper, "That..." He looks at Sorel, slightly confused, "Oh, that is the name of a young druid who has recently joined our ranks." Then he smiles slightly, remembering the argument in a different light now, "I attempted to convince her otherwise but she has quite the fiery spirit."
"It is a strange name," Sorel says slowly. "It looks like a dryad name, but this cannot be the case."
Cedric nods, "That may well be, I believe her blood has some Sylvan lineage."
Sorel shakes his head. "You do not understand. Look at the suffix here. This is a Sylvan nature name, used to denote a long-standing plant or rock formation. I know the tree this word marks. I knew the dryad that lived there. She had no children."
The edge is Sorel's voice breaks Gail from her reverie, causing to peer over to the scroll the druid was currently pouring over. Comprehension slowly dawns over her as she realizes how similar the names are, and what it must mean, causing her heart to sink at the thought.
Sorel looks up at Gail. "Is something wrong?" he asks. Then he turns to Cedric. "Do you know where she is? This is very puzzling and I would like to discover the source of this."
Cedric continues to frown, uncertain of the situation and answering carefully, "That seems wise, elder." He nods to the name, "Telanna should not be difficult to find, this is her home and many of the elves here her friends." He glances at Gail questioningly, "One of them should be able to aid you in finding her."
Sorel nods, rising. "I will take your plan into consideration, and I am sure there are people you need to speak to. We will meet again tonight to finalize plans." Without another word he turns and walks out.
Cedric nods quietly as the elder druid leaves, then he looks at the angelic paladin intently. After a moment, he smiles slightly and glances at the map, "It is not for us to question why, only to do and die." He nods to the door, speaking with understanding, "If there is nothing else, you are free to do as you please."
Gail watches the druid depart, unable to keep her feelings from showing. After a moment, she rubs her eyes, turning to her peer. "Perhaps the journey has left me more drained than I first thought. Is there any place where I might rest?"
"Yes." The paladin nods with a reflective frown, "Ask one of our elven hosts, I'm certain that they can find you lodging."
"Thank you," the maiden replies, bowing deeply to the senior before letting herself out and shutting the door behind her.
Cedric nods quietly, then slumps into a nearby chair and stares out the window.

Posted by: Aldur Wed May 23, 2007 9:48 pm
NAIL ROTTED

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Wed May 23, 2007 9:59 pm
"Who are you?" comes a young female voice from not far ahead of Kria. "Who are you and what are you--" The woman stops, looking past the warlock. "Who are all these people?" "Like, tell me your name and I'll tell you mine." Kria looked at the person in front of her, noting she's somewhat like . "Oh, no wonder. You people all seem pretty highly strung."
Telanna frowns. "Sorry, but we're like a week removed from a massive invasion. Things are kind of tense." She smiles a bit. "My name is Telanna'brielle."
Kria nodded. "Oh. Well that sucks. I like this place...I'm at home among trees. My name is Kria Amelia Te-You know, just call me Kria. Long name and all."
Telanna laughs. "So what are you all doing here? Come for a vacation?"
Kria's face darkens momentarily and then shakes her head. "Nope. We liberated Galam and those people from the evil devil horde, got warped to Guardiana, fought 2 of the Strife Lords, grabbed the Queen and...like...got teleported west of here." Kria snapped her fingers. "Oh! Then we ran the burny guy off and came here!"
Telanna gapes. "You ran into all three of the Strife Lords and you didn't die? That's...pretty impressive."
"Well, we did kinda Run from Shailtor and Erebey? Ereman? E-man? Yeah, I think that was it. And the Burny one wasn't that big a bother. He just smacks things." Kria shrugged.
"Still, to run into the three big nasties and not suffer a single casualty...you guys are good." Telanna nods.
Kria frowns. "Well...we've lost people. Just not against them."
Telanna frowns. "I know what you mean. We lost a lot of people to this siege. If Cedric and everyone else hadn't come, then it would have been much much worse."
"Oh. Cedric. Mr..." Kria cleared her throat and posed dramatically, pointing at the girl. "I WILL SMITE YOU? WHO ARE YOU? I AM PALADIN! I AM BETTER! FEAR ME! BWAHAHAHA! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! YOU CAN'T RUN AWAY!"
Telanna looks down at the ground. "He's not usually like that," she says quietly. "Well, he is, but not like that, you know. This is a big strain on him." She sighs. "I get the impression he was a lot nicer before the war started."
"Well that's kinda no excuse. If you get all nasty and horrible and suspicious you let them win. Because then like, they've changed you from who you are." Kria snorts, shaking her head.
Telanna nods. "You'll get no argument from me. That's the way it goes sometimes, I guess." She brightens up a bit. "But no harm right? You guys must've talked him down."
"Nah, if that random creepy woman hadn't give the ok, he'd have attacked." Kria's eyes narrowed and eldritch power blazed around her, the malevolent purple surrounding her. "And no one threatens my family..." Kria smiles, going back to normal, her power dissipating.
"Ouch. Thank Mitula for the random creepy woman, I guess. You probably mean Sulia."
"Hm? I dunno your people but Cedric said Lisa. Seemed to be like, into her to me, but that's just my view." Kria tilted her head to one side, thinking about this. "I like, dunno which group is weirder."
"Well, we're pretty weird," Telanna says with a smile. "Our leader almost charged down a bunch of allies, after all."
"Eh, I guess. We're done odder. I mean, we have a floating tentacle creaturey monster thing. He's a kid though." Kria giggled.
"Well, that might just do it. We've got a weird little guy who likes guns, maybe they'd get along." Telanna says.
Kria sniggered at this. "We've a big metal man who loves big guns, so I think they'd along more. And Ombligo is into lightning and zapping stuff, kinda not the same."
Telanna shrugs. "Just a thought. I haven't met any of your group except you. I'm at a disadvantage here!"
"Ah, we're all nice in our own way. I think."
"Yeah, and we're different, too. Your leader probably never tried to kill someone for saying hello, did they?"
"Hahaha Sorel? Nah, he's odd one. But really nice too. He's all druidy and stuff. Gives away all the money and stuff he gets. Only thing he keeps is that staff of his...not sure where from." Kria shrugged. "Probably a memento of a dead lover or something. Those things usually are."
Telanna stares at Kria for a moment. "What was that name?" she asks.
"Sorel. You kinda can't miss him. He's pretty normal looking. Green robe, serious look on his face, all druidy...one with the earth...etc." Kria grinned, and then looked at Telanna oddly "Why? Oh! Do you know him!? Maybe you're his long lost younger sister! I can see it all now! Torn apart after an awful row...a life of What If's? A hole within your soul and then finally you realise it. Oh, how sad! A sibling bond broken apart by the mists of fate!"
Telanna shakes her head. "No. It's just--it's an odd name. Thought you said something else," she stammers.
((geddis the hero: Sense Motive 18 lolz
VoxPVoxD: Bluff a lot lmao))
Kria nods. "It's not really as odd as yours to be fair now..."
"Yeah... you're right. Sorry, I do have a weird name." Telanna says, giggling nervously.
"Indeed. So...why you with them then?"
"Because I want to fight what they're fighting," Telanna says simply.
"Really? I never want to fight personally but meh! More the Merrier in the whole Slaughter the Strife Lords campaign thing."
"I don't like fighting either, but I can't do nothing right now. I know I can help."
"Alrighty then." Kria smiled brightly at this. "We should combine. More people is good."
Telanna nods. "Yeah." She pauses for a moment. "I've got--I've got some things I need to take care of. It was good meeting you, Kria." She begins to walk away.
"Ok then..." Kria blinks. "Man, she was like...totally odd!"

Posted by: Rusty Wed May 23, 2007 11:38 pm
*Ombligo floats in the air as he moves about through the town, going nowhere in particular. Confusion, anger, relief, and uncertainty all flood the magic creature's mind. He wasn't completely sure how to feel or how to react to everything. So much has happened, and he has now seen both of his closest friends fall in combat. They live on, though, and now have met up with some possible allies sharing the same goal - to stop the Strife Lords. Now in the simpler parts of town, Ombligo's eyes gaze at various children playing together. He then notices an older person nearby; a girl with scarlet red hair and a brown complexion. Like Ombligo, she too was watching the children play. Ombligo lets his thoughts escape him for a moment as he approaches this stranger, blinking curiously. He speaks in a quiet voice.*
: "Excuse me...I noticed nearly all of the people here are elves, except for an entourage in the middle of the town that had all sorts of people. You wouldn't happen to be with them, would you?"
*The question had an obvious interest to it, intentionally so.*
Telanna looks up from watching the children play, and stares at Ombligo for a moment. "You're the tentacley thing Kria mentioned," she blurts out. "Oh, uh, yeah, I am with them. But I lived here all my life." She points out past the children, into the trees. "In the woods, though."
: "Oh, the woods? That's cool! Sometimes when a town was too far away, Mahler, Sorel and I would make camp in the woods. We've always been adventurers, as far as I can remember!"
*The magic creature giggles, just realizing it had been some time since he last did.*
Telanna stares off into space for a moment, muttering something under her breath. "You spent a lot of time in the woods, huh? You and Mahler and uh... Sorel?"
: "Yeah, Sorel! He's really good at finding food. It was a lot harder when it was just Mahler and I. I had to gamble a lot more then. It's a good thing Mahler doesn't need to eat, because I wasn't always good at it!"
"Right. Listen, where's he from, exactly? A... a friend of mine knew someone by that name a long time ago." Telanna says, not meeting Ombligo's gaze.
: "Really??? Wow! Maybe Sorel is more traveled than I thought...Well, he is pretty old. He's like a hundred times older than I am!"
*Ombligo laughs innocently, no real insult in his jest.*
: "Anyway...I think Mahler and I met him at...Ribble? I think it was Ribble, anyway."
Telanna breathes a sigh of relief. "Alright. Ribble, good. It's not who I'm thinking of," she says. "So, what's your name?"
: "Why would that be good?....My name? Oh! my name's Ombligo. And yours?" *The magic creature says, bobbing up and down in mid-air.*
"My name's Telanna'brielle, but people call me Telanna. So, uh, what are you exactly?" she says, smiling a bit at the adorable creature.
: "I'm a magic creature! I have yet to encounter another like me, so I guess it's not too surprising that people find me unusual. Max did tell me about a magic creature named Domingo, though."
"You don't know anyone else like you? Didn't you have parents?" Telanna asks.
: "Um...nope! I hatched out of an egg in this one cave...Haha, you should've seen the look on Mahler's face when that happened!"
"Something had to lay the egg, right?"
: "I don't know...Maybe I was made from magic??"
Telanna shrugs. "There are some smart wizards around. Maybe Isyndel would know."
: "Hmm...Maybe. You'll have to point her out to me, though. Anyway...did you come here to get away from stuff, too? I mean, I know you said you live around here, but I mean here specifically."
"Yeah..." Telanna says. "I talked to a friend of yours, Kria, and it made me think of something that bothered me. I came here to watch the kids play, it cheers me up." She smiles. "The kids are what we fight for. To give them a better world than we got."
: "I fight for everyone good, young or old. I'm not very old, myself, but I can hold my own. I've had some close calls, though..."
Telanna laughs. "I don't believe you. You look way too tough to get into trouble."
*Ombligo looks at his tentacles, wiggling them about.*
: "Me? Well...I guess you're pretty smart! Most people don't expect me to pack a punch!" *The magic creature giggles, moving his tentacles as if flexing, and smiles, as only a magic creature could, at Telanna.*
Telanna beams. "I like you, Ombligo."
*Ombligo blinks, his face glowing slightly red.*
: "What??"
"Nothing. You're adorable, is all." Telanna says breezily, before standing up. "Thanks, I feel better already." She leans down, kissing the top of Ombligo's shell, before turning and walking away.
*Ombligo just stares as Telanna leaves, a little flustered.*

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu May 24, 2007 1:20 am
The groups mingle and rest for the rest of the afternoon. Later, near sunset, one of Zook's minions taps the tinker on the back. "Hey boss, there's a... Light! Is that a robot?" Zook groans. "No, and try not to mention it around him." He turns around, squinting in the fading sunlight.
Gilliam approaches. "I hear your have wizards working with you."
Zook tilts his head back and forth before answering. "Of a sort, Colonel Thornton," he replies. "They are not particularly powerful, but they have been able to do some interesting things. There are far more powerful wizards in the group if your need tends that way."
"I need my armor plating enchanted," Gilliam replies. "Who can do that?"
"Well, the elves of the village would probably oblige. I don't know how well our arcanists work with armor, since I've never seen them make anything more substantial than an icicle."
"I'll check with them, then," Gilliam says, turning.
"Wait," Zook says, "I just want you to know I'm sorry for what happened earlier. You must deal with that a lot and I had no right to talk to you that way."
Gilliam stops and turns, gazing at Zook with expressionless eyes. "You're sincere... I accept your apology, then." Gilliam continues to regard the gnome. "Your armor has integrated a Prometheus class fusion reactor into it to act as a power source... An impressive feat that you got it to work."
"It was really more impressive that I found it in the first place. I didn't think Ancient soldiers would carry that kind of thing around," Zook says.
"Most don't. Where did you find it?" Gilliam asks.
"In a cache of Drowned Eye weapons," Zook replies. "One of the elites was there, actually. The Storm."
Gilliam is silent for a moment. "Repeat what you just said, please," Gilliam asks.
Zook pauses, thinks over what he said, and repeats it. "I found the reactor in a cache of weapons held by the Drowned Eye, in the basement of a Cult base. It was guarded by one of the elites, the one codenamed 'The Storm'."
"What's the Drowned Eye?"
Zook stops, bewildered. "What do you mean? The Guardian Eye, the Ancient soldiers who were charged with guarding Dark Dragon, the ones trapped inside when the Castle sank. The Cult revived them, and now they call themselves the Drowned Eye. We've actually beaten most of them," Zook says, "Storm, Salamander, Silence, Sound. Ran into the Shade once but he got away. Haven't seen the Swarm, or General Fasher, though."
Gilliam is silent for a very, very, very long time.
"Something wrong?" Zook asks.
"They... Revived... the Guardian Eye... as undead..." Gilliam says. "The entire unit..."
"Most of them are free again," Zook says quietly. "Most of them are at peace."
"I... encountered the Swarm and what I believe might be the Shade earlier... But I never thought... The entire unit? How?!" Gilliam asks.
"I don't know," Zook says. "Magic confuses me at the best of times, and the Strife Lords are playing with nuclear weapons. They placed some kind of seal on the afterlife. Kept souls from advancing. Maybe that's how?" The gnome shrugs.
"They have... How do you know they have nukes?" Gilliam asks.
Zook blinks. "It was a figure of speech. I doubt the Ancients left any of those lying around."
"How long have you been in this area?" Gilliam suddenly asks. "Do you know about the Cult's movement? Are they in the mountains?"
"Y..yeah," Zook says. "Up north. A base called Mageddo or something. The base with anti-spacecraft artillery. They shot down a foreign vessel. Lisa, from earlier, is the only survivor we know of."
"They have Megiddo..." Gilliam murmurs. "Light preserve us, they have Megiddo..."
"Exactly how bad is this?" Zook asks. "What's in Megiddo that's scaring you like this?"
"Megiddo is where the world ended," Gilliam replies. "It holds a Metaphan Military stockpile of nuclear weapons as well as other war machines."
Zook stops for a minute. "So all those stories about the seas of fire consuming the world weren't pretty language... it was a nuclear attack?"
Gilliam nods.
"Oh dear," Zook breathes. "This is very, very, very bad." He stares at his feet. "How did the devils get the launch codes?"
"They didn't," Gilliam says, weakly.
Zook goes white. "There was an accident?"
"No," Gilliam says.
"Well then what? What other--" Zook stares at Gilliam. "No. No. Who the hell would--" The gnome slumps down. "The Ancients did it. They torched the earth."
"Fasher... Fasher said it was the only way, damn him..." Gilliam says, tightening his metal fists. "Their... The devils' wings blotted out the sun. They were everywhere... Swarming like ants from gateway after gateway... We killed their leaders, sealed their lords... But they kept coming. Fasher ordered me to resecure Megiddo, so I did. Then he asked me for my base passcode so he could access the security systems to ensure the fiends hadn't tampered with anything..." Gilliam says, quietly. "I gave him my passcode. Then he produced his own passcode, the second half. Only one code set was needed to access the base's basic systems... Two... Two were needed for..." Gilliam trails off. "He killed the world. He killed the world, and Light help me I ended up helping him do it."
Zook is quiet for a very, very, very long time. "The same General Fasher currently commanding the Drowned Eye for the Strife Lords," he says in a flat voice.
"Of course... He would be if they've ressurected the entire unit," Gilliam says, bitterly.
"They mentioned him by name," Zook says. "I intercepted a radio transmission while they were raiding Dava's mansion on Cypress. This is... this is beyond bad. Does the old guy know this? I have to tell Cedric, he's planning to go for Megiddo tomorrow."
"I told Sorel we needed to check the base out, beyond that I told him nothing," Gilliam says. "Heading for Megiddo tommorrow is excellent. The sooner the better."
Zook nods. "Alright. I--" He runs a hand through his hair, his forehead beaded with sweat. "I need to--I need to think for a little bit, and then go tell Cedric." He starts to walk away, then stops to turn around and face Gilliam again. "We're going to beat them. This is not happening again. I won't permit it."
"You won't?" Gilliam asks.
"No." Zook says, and begins to walk away.
"We won't," Gilliam says with a sigh, before turning.

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Thu May 24, 2007 3:56 am
"You used me." The tone was abruptly harsh, and the source of it was an elf of his approximate thirties with long strands of silver hair that had not seen the better end of a brush in several years. The man sat upright, shirtless and covered from waist down in a blanket covered in dust as his pale blue eyes lashed forward, meeting a pair of eyes very similar to his own, alongside the eyes of a small shadowy feline.
"Yes. And I apologize for returning you to the body you have been separated from for years. Truly, I am very sorry -- I am certain you held great admiration for your life spent battling the conscience of my familiar so you would not fade away," came the bitter retort of the woman whose eyes matched his.
The man sighed deeply as he noted how tightly he clung to his bedside, pulling his hands to his face to stare at them. He turned them over and from side to side in careful examination as if the sight were foreign to him. "You know, you being such a heartless bitch is a lot easier to deal with when I don't have a physical body to carry out my irritation with."
The woman flicked her head to the side haughtily. "Something you are responsible for. Earlier today you tried to say goodbye to me, practically begging me to stop my research on breaking the Strife Lord Seal. You were fortunate that I stumbled upon something to do both, yet you continue striking at me with that awful stare."
"Cold and heartless."
"And you are responsible for it," the woman replied.
"Nonsense."
"In any case, you are free from your own mistake, Sorceror. And I am free of you; I no longer need worry that you see every detail of my life, no matter it meaningless or intimate. Yes, I used you. Had it failed you had only days, maybe hours left of existence before your essence would have finally been absorbed by Sleet." She stood up so quickly from her seat that it fell over. "Farewell Teth'in. We need not speak again."
She turned to storm out of the room and had very nearly done so before he called out to her.
"Wait."
She paused, a short smirk playing upon her lips that she quickly dismissed before turning her head.
Teth'in let another sigh before chuckling. "I should have known, this is so you. Predictably, I did exactly what you wanted me to do."
Isyndel twirled about once more, letting the smile cross her face again as she clasped her hands behind her back. "You can never allow me the last word. Perhaps that is why I loved you."
"Past tense?"
Her eyes met the ground before returning to him again. "What has happened between us these past few years will not leave me so easily. The bitterness borne of our love is a taint on my heart I have been unable to dismiss until very recently. I do not admire what I have allowed myself to become, and likewise I do not admire what has become of us."
Gingerly, he pulled his legs off the bed to face her. "You would have let me die," he whispered. "But you were doing the right thing. I would not have held it against you."
"I would have held it against myself."
"You were crying for me."
She turned, rolling her eyes. "Don't deceive yourself; I was stressed for far greater reasons."
He grinned.
"You...are trying to trick me," Isyndel spoke, allowing a small smile to cross her face. "Which means you did not wish to hear what I was saying."
Teth'in stood weakly, and the Wizardess ran to his side immediately, placing an arm about his waist. "Do not be a fool, it will take some time to recover your strength. I did not do this so you could hurt yourself."
He stared into her eyes. "You did this only to prove you could break the Strife Lord's seal given the time. And I'm not being sarcastic, I know you didn't do this for me." His arm slowly worked around her waist, pulling her closer, laying his weight into her as she stood. She tightened her legs at the sudden shift and placed her other arm around him, resting her head into his shoulder.
"Teth'in," she whispered. "I am relieved you are back. Not for the reasons I spoke."
"Pfft, I saw right through you anyway."
"You always do. Just as you know that I still love you."
He nodded, stroking her hair slowly. "But not the way that you used to. Yes, I know. Things are different. We're different."
She leaned away, looking upward at him. "You need rest, and tomorrow I think I will have to bring you to Cypress."
"You think Cedric needs to see proof?"
"More aptly I wish to allay Lady Yeesha's worry, but yes. I do not know if breaking the seal on you assures that I can do the same to the Strife Lords. That will require some explanation on both of our parts."
"It's going to be a little awkward," he replied, looking at her again. "After all, until today you've told no one. I know them, but they don't know me."
"They do not need to," Isyndel returned. "And there is not much time. We will leave soon." She turned to back away from him.
He studied her carefully for a moment before speaking. "And you're not taking me with you."
"No. You would not survive," she replied.
"Not in comparison to the great Wizardess herself," he mocked, before noting her wrinkling her nose in disgust. "I know. I have not even been in my own body for years. It seems foreign enough, my magic evenmoreso. And you have a Sorceror already."
"You say that as if it is some sort of comfort. You are all buffoons of equal magnitude, it seems."
He bowed, mocking her again. This time, the woman giggled quietly before becoming serious once more. "You will take this the wrong way no matter how it is said, so I will say so plainly. I want to be away from you."
"Cold. But I understand. You have new toys."
"It is not that at all, and you know it."
"As you say."
"Teth'in. Enough," she pressed a finger to his lips before lifting her heels to reach hers to his, meeting them softly. Both closed their eyes and sought each other's embrace once more. "Stay tonight," he whispered.
"You have not heard a word I have said," she whispered, pressing her lips to his again. "If I do, do not think my feelings changed. Tomorrow we have work to do, and after that I will have my ..."
He interrupted her once more, sliding his weight backward to fall upon the bed. She tumbled with him as he leaned backward weakly, neither allowing their hold on each other to wane.
"We will say goodbye in two days, maybe less," Teth'in whispered, holding her tightly. "Maybe to never see each other again. I know you, you said you wanted space and you meant it. It just doesn't have to start tonight."
She felt her defenses begin to crumble, the walls built over the years removing themselves piece by piece. She could deal with tomorrow when it came.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu May 24, 2007 5:15 am
Sorel's eyes sweep the village, settling upon a group of elves engaged in idle conversation. He approaches, clearing his throat politely. "Excuse me, could I speak with one of you for a moment?" "Sure... not a problem," the bladesinger said, nodding as he rose. "Your name? I don't think I caught it before."
"I am Sorel," Sorel says, bowing slightly. "You were with Cedric, earlier, were you not? I do not believe I caught your name either."
"Ashathel Faesaen," the elf said, bowing in kind. "How'd you guys get here, anyway?"
"By way of a stranger and a devil," Sorel says.
"Sounds interesting... care to explain further?"
"We started on Grans Island," Sorel says, "A mishap involving a portal sent us to Guardiana Castle, where we encountered Shailtor, Erebeus, and Queen Anri. We were able to rescue the queen, but not without a casualty. A mysterious being teleported us from Guardiana Castle to Devil's Tail, where we accepted the aid of an ex-devil called Creed, who told us of the siege that you and your friends broke. So we came here," Sorel finishes, "Fighting off Xadoss on the way."
"That's a mouthful and a half," Ashathel nodded at the end of the druid's speech. "Good think you ran into the legend, I guess... we tried to give Xadoss a beating, but he got away."
Sorel nods. "A good thing indeed. If not for him, we would likely not have survived against Xadoss. But it is, in a way, a mixed blessing, since it was in his defense that we had a death in Guardiana. Have you faced the other two Strife Lords?" Sorel asks.
"We've had our run ins, all right," Ashathel said, grimly. "Shailtor made it his business to harass us from pretty much the time we started, so we know him all too well. Haven't had the pleasure of cutting Erebus open, but I don't doubt that we will soon enough."
"Shailtor seems to enjoy mind games..." Sorel says distantly. "You did not seem surprised at Cedric's actions earlier. Does he do that often?"
"Shailtor enjoys mind games like dwarves enjoy alcohol," Ashathel said, almost groaning. "After taunting us for months, we finally caught up to him. Cedric probably damn near killed him too, but not before the fiend killed his mother. Since then, he hasn't been the same... his senses are warped, and he's more like the things he hates so much."
"No corner of the soul..." Sorel murmurs, before looking up at Ashathel once more. "But that is not what I wished to discuss. Do you know a young druid named Telanna'brielle?"
"Yeah... she was here when we got here," Ashathel said. "Say... your eyes are pretty close to hers. Is she family?"
"I...what?" Sorel says quickly. "No, I've--I've never met her. It's not. Not family."
"Hmm... well, it's a thought," Ashathel said, shrugging. "One of the wizards who travel with us actually grew up in my village... it's a small world."
"Small world," Sorel says. "Yes, it certainly is. Do you... do you know where she is, perhaps?"
"Hmm... not off the top of my head, no. I know she's been campaigning to join with my group, but other than that I guess she'd be out communing with nature?" the elf said, shrugging again. "I assume she's doing whatever it is druids do... I love the wilds like any other elf, but I won't pretend to know it like some of the others do."
"Are you a religious man?" Sorel asks.
"I don't know?" Ashathel said, grinning. "I mean... I don't really follow any god religiously, but I accept that they exist. If you're looking for more guidance in that area, you might want to talk to Aurik."
Sorel shakes his head. "Have you ever been in love?"
"Haha... that's a good question," the bladesinger said, laughing. "No... I don't believe I have. I worry about my brother every minute we're out here, but other than love for my family I don't believe that I've been so blessed. Have you?"
"Yes." Sorel says simply. "And you are right. It is difficult for you to know what a druid knows about the earth." He bows again. "Thank you, Ashathel Faesaen." With that he turns, departing.
"No problem, Sorel... feel free to ask me questions anytime," the elf said, raising an eyebrow before returning to his original conversation.
A short while later, Sorel happens upon Arbeiten speaking to some local elders, and takes him aside. "I need you to cast a spell for me..."

Posted by: Nightmare Thu May 24, 2007 8:16 am
As the sun rose in the sky, Gorrik's stomach began to rumble. It had been far too long since he'd had a decent home-cooked meal, and the promise of lunch had never been more invited. The paladin and his spidermount followed the ever present scent of freshly baked goods to their source absentmindedly until reaching the location the location it had origionated from.
Gorrik bumps into a gnome, the strongly built dwarf knocking him to the ground. "Hey!" the gnome shouts in a reedy voice. "Watch where you're going, buddy!" Another gnome runs over from a row of cooking fires, wiping his hands off on a towel. "Oh, I remember you! From a little while ago."
: Gorrik looks in awe at the amount of people cooking, all highly coordinated to. "Wow..." He stammers out, "There's... so many of ye."
"What? No, there's only one of me, unfortunately." Zook glares at the gnome Gorrik had bowled over. "One of you should have been watching where you're going."
: "Wha' do ye mean, only one of ye? I count at leas' 12 withou' tryin'" Gorrik stated, scratching his head in confusion.
"What?" Zook says, looking around. "Oh, no. They're not me. I'm me. They're other people, who work for me. Whole lot of them. Just the one of me." He smiles. "You hungry?"
: Gorrik's head tilts to the side slightly, pausing for a moment until the silence was interupted by an audible growl of his stomach. "I think tha' means yes." he checkles as he grabs his belly, and dismounts from his loyal spider, testing out his leg again. "A li'l stiff, but i' still works..." he mumble to himself, refering to his knee.
"You hurt still? I think I've got a potion around here somewhere," Zook says, leading Gorrik over to where long benches and tables were set up.
: "Don' worry about i', yer friends did quite a good job, I jus' haven' moved i' in a li'l while." Gorrik said as he walked towards the lables.
"Alright..." Zook says. "You thirsty? We've got water and milk and wine and..." The tinker blinks. "Wait, no, sorry. Dwarf. There's a barrel of ale cooling in a stream, I'll have a couple of the boys haul it out."
: "Ah, ye know my type all too well friend." Gorrik says with a mighty Dwarven chuckle. "So tell me, wha's a Gnome like ye doin' in an Elven villiage like this one?"
"That a rhetorical question?" Zook asks as a pair of his human apprentices lug the barrel out from the stream and towards the camp.
: "Mostly, I guess it wasn' as funny as I though' it te be." the Dwarf mumbles with a shrug.
Zook cracks a wide smile. "Sense a humor's a rare thing in times like these. Gets to be you don't recognize it." One of the apprentices dips a mug into the ale and passes it to Gorrik. "Scones are almost up."
: "Thank ye lad." The paladin nods as he retreives his ale. "Aye, I think myself an' the Ratfolk are the las' two in our group tha' can remember how te laugh these days..."
"Well I doubt the old guy ever had much of a sense of humor, from what I've seen. Seems like your garden-variety wiseman. And Colonel Thornton's certainly a laugh and a half."
: "Well, ol' man Sorel used te be much more light hearted, but ever since he started te die almost every time we fough' he's been gettin' more an' more depressed i' seems." The Dwarf stops for a second and takes a sip of the ale. "I's also taken quite the toll on our li'l Jellyfish friend too." He concludes in a solemn tone
"Died? More than once? I knew a guy like that. He turned evil, we ended up fighting him a couple times. He might pop up again. Amelios was his name."
: "Mmm..." Gorrik ponders for a moment, staring into his mug. "Wai', wha'?"
"What's wrong? Something wrong with the ale?" Zook asks.
: "No, jus'... I'm pretty sure tha' we fought a cleric by that name, Amelios. In fac' Sorel finished him off with sand, bu' the monsters tha' accomponied tha' evil bastard finished the druid off by the end of the fight."
Zook was loading up fresh scones onto a plate, but he stops. "Killed him?" He sets the plate down in front of Gorrik, and grabs one off the plate for himself. "With sand?" He winces. "I...heavens, man, his wife's here. She joined us not long after he switched sides. And you all..." He pauses again. "Sand?" Zook shakes his head. "Man, what a way to go." He bites into his scone.
: "I'll make sure no' te mention i' then. Bu' indeed, sand." Gorrik takes another sip from his ale before continuing. "As for the actually reason, I'm no' sure wha' i's like with yer group, bu' when people ambush us with the inten' of killin' us. We don' tend te take prisoners."
Zook holds up his hand. "No, it's not that I blame you guys or anything, but it's just...he sat next to me, close as your are now. And now he's dead." Zook shakes his head again. "And sand."
: "I suppose the sand thing is a bi' hard te believe, bu' a druid's control over nature can be quite the over powered thing."
Zook nods. "I can believe that..." He trails off. "Maybe the old guy, Sorel, should talk with his wife. You know, tell her."
: "Do ye think tha' woul' be fer the best? I mean, did she even know wha' he had become?" Gorrik says with a frown.
"Yeah, she did," Zook says, "And even if she didn't, that's not really the kind of thing you'd keep from someone. I mean, wouldn't you want to know everything about your family no matter how bad the news was?"
: "Ye raise a good poin', I should mention i' te Sorel when I ge' a chance." Gorrik takes one large gulp and finishes off the remaining bit of his ale. "Ah, now tha' was some fine ale. Never knew a villiage full o' Elves could ever have such things to tickle a Dwarf's fancy."
Zook snorts. "Check the barrel when you get a chance. Imported. How're the scones?"
: "I should've known tha'" Gorrik chuckled, " As fer the scones, they're probably the bes' I've ever had, an' is tha' a hint o' lemon I tasted?"
Zook beams with pride. "Indeed it is. Special recipe. My uncle's." The tinker looks Gorrik up and down. "You're not an ordinary fighter, are you? That looks like a holy symbol."
: "Aye, 'tis the symbol o' The Ligh'. I'm no' as close of a follower as some o' the other paladins ou' there. Bu' I still do the best I can." Gorrik says with a nod. "An' I believe Gilliam said tha' ye were a tinker. We used te have one o' those with us, a very quiet fellow. He was an Armadillofolk, not really sure wha' happened te him..."
"Tinkers tend to be spacey, unfocused. I'm not a tinker," Zook says. "I'm an engineer."
: "Oh, righ' my mistake, ye even corrected Gilliam on tha' too. My apologies." Gorrik said hastily, hoping not to have offended the Gnome.
Zook shrugs. "Maybe two dozen people in the world care about the difference. Just so happens that I'm one of them. Not a big deal. But it's weird, that you're not leading the group instead of the old druid. Seems like the kind of thing Paladins do."
: "Heh, ye would've found i' even weirder with our old leader. We had been lead by a rogue te begin with." Gorrik smiled at the outlandish thought, that just so happened to be the truth.
"Now, see, that I can buy. Rogues are smart, scheming types. Druids... don't they just sort of sit around and look at flowers?"
: "Aye, bu' they have seem te wan' a peacefull like fer all livin' things. So they a' least have good intentions in their hearts."
"Kind of a bad quality for a soldier, though, isn't it?" Zook says quietly. "I mean, all this fighting when what you want more than anything is balance and peace, that'd eat at you after a while." He sighs. "It eats at me, and I'm really not the philosophical type."
: "Well put lad, bu' i' puts the followers at ease more when ye can trust the leader's doin' the righ' thing in their heart. An' they alwayssay, the best leaders are the ones tha' don' wan' te lead."
"But what happened to the rogue?" Zook asks.
: "Effectively, he stuck a knife into an electrical socket, to make sure it'd zap him, without thinking of the recovery time from being zapped"
I mean...
: "I'm no' entirely sure, how i' happened. Bu' he got himself taken in by the devil army. I'm no' to sure o' the specifics, as i' was a' the same time I was fightin' your ol' pal Amelios. An' once we go' into the Devil army's fortress, i' was already to late to revive him. I don' even know how the lad died."
Zook grimaces. "You guys have just had all the luck, haven't you? Especially your leaders."
: "I' certainly has been a hard road fer th lot o' them." Gorrik states with an unusual lack of enthusiasm. "I's been a hard road fer almos' everyone tha' has te live in this world today."
"And we can drink to that," Zook says, "Although I really can't indulge, since I need to get back to work, and ale and gunpowder don't mix. Was nice talking to you Gorrik. Give the girl with silver hair my regards." The little man hops down from his bench, going to speak to a gathering of the other tinkers.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Thu May 24, 2007 9:01 am
Lost in thought, the dwarf walked slowly through the woods near the village, head bowed in thought. Thought so intense, in fact, that he didn't realize anyone else was near until a woman's singing voice seemed almost next to him. "Hello?" he asked cautiously. "Who's there?"
Quickly the voice stops, and a young woman with dark skin and scarlet hair appears from behind a tree. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I disturb you?"
"No, not at all... I almost didn't hear you. I've been out thinking, and I guess I wasn't paying attention," the dwarf said, almost fumbling as he apologized quickly.
Telanna laughs lightly. "Don't worry about it. You're with the group that just came in, right? My name is Telanna."
"Graigus," the drunken boxer said, extending a hand. "It's nice out here."
"It really is," Telanna says, sighing with contentment as she looks around. "Especially this time of year, when the leaves are turning and everything's red and ready for harvest." She smiles. "I really couldn't have picked a better place to grow up."
"You grew up here? Did you know Sorel?" he asked. "Wait... Sorel's really old, and I think he's been traveling for a while..."
"No!" Telanna snaps, her expression suddenly edged. "I didn't know Sorel, and I really wish people would stop mentioning him! I've never--I've never even met the man!"
"I'm sorry... it's just that you two have the exact same eyes," Graigus apologized. "I think you'd like him... he's a druid, so he really likes nature. You like it too, right?"
"I have my mother's eyes," Telanna says acidly, glaring at Graigus for a moment while her expression gradually softens. "Yeah. I do." She laughs, and folds her arms. "I guess I have to. I'm a druid, after all."
"Then you should meet him!" Graigus said, smiling. "That way, you know who he is!"
She doesn't say anything for a long time. "Yeah," she says, her expression forcedly calm. "Yeah, I should."
"Let's go, then!" Graigus said, turning, before turning back. "I'm sorry... were you doing something? I don't want to interrupt you..."
"I... I don't know. He's your leader, isn't he? He's probably really busy. I'll see him later." She stops, staring at Graigus's feet. "And I think I know some place he might like."
"He's our leader now, yeah," Graigus said, his head lowering. "What place is it?"
"What do you mean now?" Telanna asks. "What happened to the old one?"
"It's a long story... do you want to hear all of it?" the monk asked.
"Is it sad?" Telanna asks.
"Yeah," Graigus said. "But I don't think it has to stay sad!"
"Then sure," Telanna says.
"Well, it's going to be really long if I do what happened before Mr. Swiftjoke, so I'm just going to start after that," Graigus said. "He hired us all to look for Max... and our original leader was Dam Dicem. He's a rogue... one of those sneaky guys who lies a lot. He's even proud of lying so well."
"Derrik Swiftjoke?" Telanna interrupts. "The merchant? Cedric knows him too. Doesn't like him much. Go on."
"Mr. Swiftjoke is kinda like Mr. Dicem... I don't know if they'd get along, then," the dwarf thought out loud. "But anyway... the longer we spent looking for Max, the more I started to not like Mr. Dicem. He's weird... he always looked out for us in fights, and he's smart, too, but he's mean outside of that."
"I know the type," Telanna says, nodding, even though she had never met anyone like that.
"Well, eventually, we found Max... I think that's when Mr. Dicem started to change. He blames himself for stuff he did in the past, and he thought he deserved to die. I guess that's why he was always mean to people... he didn't want anyone to be nice to him," Graigus said. "And I think he tried to get himself killed when we were trying to save this kid... he lost an archery duel against the devil leader, who's a lot better with bows than he is. He uses knives."
"Wow. I guess he must have been suicidal," Telanna says. "Did the devil leader kill him?"
"No... he joined the devil army in exchange for the kid being released, because he lost. I tried to fight in his place, to free him and the kid, but all I had were rocks to throw," Graigus said, his head lowering with each word. "They took us back to their base, and then these spirit demon things possessed us. I don't know where he went after that, but they made me attack the rest of the group. Luckily, they were able to remove the demon after they beat the other army people, and I was back."
"But he wasn't so lucky," Telanna said, placing a hand on Graigus's shoulder.
"He... they had him at the castle when we attacked," the monk said, shaking his head. "We couldn't use magic, and all of the stuff Sorel uses to help me wasn't working... they had this glass ball that keeps magic from working, but it broke and we were able to win. But when we got inside, we saw Mr. Dicem's body there..."
"Why didn't you revive him?" Telanna asks.
"We didn't have anything to revive him with. Max has an orb that lets him do it once a day, but Sorel died before we knew Mr. Dicem was dead, and Max revived Sorel," Graigus explained. "But I want to go back and see if it'll work on Mr. Dicem anyway! I saw his dagger by the orb... I know he broke it, and they probably killed him before we could get inside. He died trying to save us!"
"So they revived Sorel before the battle had even ended? Why didn't you get his body after the battle?"
"Kria - she's the female catfolk with us - she ran inside, and Sorel went after her and everyone followed. We didn't want her to die alone, because the Devil army leader was inside and she was going after him." Graigus shook his head more, then looked up. "And after we beat him, Sorel broke the portal the devils used to come to Grans, and we got sent to where Max is from. We fought two of the Strife Lords, and then someone teleported us to Mr. Creed's mansion. And then we left, and came this way because Sorel wanted to know what was happening here."
"Sorel got revived instead of Dam, then Sorel broke the portal that got you here, and then Sorel led you away from your old leader. Doesn't that sound a little suspicious?" Telanna says.
"A lot of bad stuff happened, tha's all," Graigus said. "Sorel and Gail only became leaders because Mr. Dicem always asked for their advice. But they both look so sad since he left... they haven't been feeling well, and Sorel's died a lot trying to protect us."
"Died a lot? I thought he was old? Why wouldn't he stay dead after the first time or two?" Her eyes sharpen. "He afraid of something in the afterlife?"
"Maybe? I don't know what death is like, so I can't say," Graigus said. "Maybe he feels like he needs to stay with us until he knows we're okay. He does things like that."
"I don't know," Telanna says, "He doesn't sound like the kind of guy you seem to think he is."
"Wait until you get to know him... you'll see," Graigus said. "Him, and Mr. Dicem, and Gail all tried to talk to me when they found out one of my masters died... I think they said that the cult did it."
"Maybe," Telanna says dismissively. "You know, I think there's a monk in Cedric's group. Never talked to her, though. Seems a little shy. And mousy, you know the type."
"Really? I haven't seen any monks since I left the monastery," Graigus said. "Well... there were some evil ones, once, but we beat them."
"Yeah, she's not evil." Telanna says. "You run into a lot of evil people? Mostly been undead on our end."
"Not a lot, no... mostly devils. But there have been a few," Graigus said. "Like Kria's tribe, I heard, and Astrid. She was with us, but she ended up being part of the devil army."
"You had a spy?" Telanna asks. "And nobody found her out? For how long?"
"I don't know... a couple weeks, I guess," Graigus said. "But she was really nice, and none of the paladins saw any evil in her."
"I...how do you stick with him?" Telanna asks. "He seems like he's in way over his head. Honestly I don't see why you don't just put someone else in charge."
"That's why we have to go back and get Mr. Dicem!" Graigus said. "He... when he was with us, he never looked like Sorel and Gail do now. And everyone else was happier. Maybe that's why Mr. Swiftjoke hired him... maybe he was the only one he hired that could be a leader without being sad all the time."
"It's a lot easier to not be sad all the time when you don't have a conscience," Vox says.
VoxPVoxD: i mean
VoxPVoxD: uh
Telanna nods. "You know, we've got mages who can teleport you halfway around the world. Maybe you could go and get him before the battle?"
"Yeah... that's a good idea," Graigus said. Running a few steps up a nearby tree, he braced his staff against the ground and pushed off slightly, balancing with one hand on the other end of it. "Thanks for listening, Telanna."
"Thanks for talking," Telanna says. "You really helped put some things in perspective for me."
"Really? Then I'm glad," Graigus said. "Sorel used to do that for everyone... talk to them, help them feel better. But since Mr. Dicem left, he hasn't really talked to anyone. So I want to help as much as I can, until he feels better again."
"Yeah..." Telanna says distantly, "Yeah, I think I'm going to talk to Sorel. Soon."
"Okay... I'm going to talk to Max now, and see if he can get everyone to agree to go get Mr. Dicem."Tilting slightly, he let his body fall to the ground, coming to his feet just in time. "I'll talk to you later, Telanna!"
"Yes, talk to you later, Graigus." Telanna says, smiling. She turns and walks deeper into the forest, but no song rises from her throat. She is silent and thoughtful.

Posted by: Kaihaku Thu May 24, 2007 9:30 am
"Uh, boss?" Zook says, knocking on the door to Cedric's room. "We need to talk." Wearily the paladin gestures for the gnome to sit, looking at the tinker with a sad expression on his face, "Boss?" "Some of the other tinkers started calling me that, and I like how it sounds better than 'Sir'." Zook shrugs, climbing into a chair, dangling his legs a foot above the floor. "Anyway, there's a couple things you need to know."
A faint smile traces the human's face, "Boss is it?" He nods slightly, "What do I need to know?"
"Well, for starters, Amelios is dead. Apparently their leader, the old guy, Sorel killed him." His expression tightens. "With sand." It is obvious that Zook is using every ounce of his will to not laugh. "But yeah, their leader killed Amelios, then died a couple times himself. That dwarf told me, the Paladin. I told him that the leader should probably tell Sulia."
The paladin stares at the tinker, sorrow instead of mirth in his eyes on hearing word of the death of the cleric. He looks down at the table, shaking his head slowly, "Amelios…may you finally find peace…" He covers his face with a hand, then speaks dully, "Continue."
"Alright... now this next bit is important. You know the base the Strife Lords have north of here? The old Ancient installation? Remember how bad it was that they had it? Well, turns out it's about ten thousand times worse than we thought." Zook leans back. "This could throw a serious wrench in our attack plan."
The paladin does not remove his hand, though his voice is now cold as steel, "How?"
"You know the story of the Ancients, right? How after the devils invaded, their civilization was consumed by a torrent of fire. You remember the words the Salamander, the Storm used to describe it? It wasn't figurative. The Ancients had weapons, terrible, terrible weapons, called nuclear bombs. Basically, what they did was operated on the principle that a chain reaction would convert a tiny amount of matter to energy and--that bit's not important, but what's important is, those are what destroyed the Ancients, and there's a stockpile of them at Megiddo, and the Drowned Eye still have the codes to use them."
The paladin exhales sharply, his hand curling into a first as he lowers it to the table, staring at the tinker.
Zook continues. "Now, I don't think they've used them yet, because, well, you'd know. There's this special kind of cloud they make, you can see it for miles, and they keep killing things long after they've been blown up. So they haven't used them yet, but I don't know if that means they're not working, or if they're waiting for something, like..." he trails off.
The paladin clutches his fists together, speaking in a low voice, "I…" His fingers tighten, his barely suppressed outrage becoming evident, "I do not know which troubles me more…" His fists tremble, "That the Strife Lords hold in their hands the power to blight the world and undo the great labor of Mitula…" His eyes flash, his voice raising, "…or that the Ancients were the ones to wrought such a vile desecration upon the world." His eyes smolder with hatred, "They have cursed the world forever with their sin… The sin of creating such weapons." He looks at the inventor, "There is no good that can come from such power…only evil, there can be no honorable intent in what these devices they wrought."
Zook tilts his head back and forth, rolling Cedric's words around in his brain. "Honestly, what the Ancients did makes me a lot angrier. But, and I know it's not my place to say this, but maybe it'd be better to think about it in terms of which one is the greater problem, instead of which one deserves more anger. There'll be plenty of time to lament the Ancients' folly after the Strife Lords are gone."
The paladin nods grimly, "Your words are true…yet…" He shakes his head, cutting off that train of thought, "No, you are correct. Did you learn this from the rob…the…" He looks at the tinker uncertainly, "What is he exactly?"
"He's a soldier," Zook says. "An officer, and a warrior. He's also a cyborg. The devils killed him, but the Ancients were able to salvage some of his remains, specifically his brain, and transfer his consciousness to a robotic body. And yes," Zook adds, "Colonel Thornton is the one who told me."
The paladins nods as he comes to understand the situation, "Do you believe he could stop these…codes…from being put to use if he was inside the installation?"
"I believe he would know what to do in that situation," Zook says, an edge to his voice.
"Very well…" Cedric mummers thoughtfully, a new strategy coming together in his mind, "Then…we will send a small force into the fortress, accompanying the ancient so that he can prevent such a desecration from occurring again." He nods slightly, "At the same time, we will strike against the Strife Lord while another army attempts a frontal assault against the fortress."
"So, you're thinking of taking us to face Xadoss and letting the rest of the druid's band to march on Megiddo's front door?" Zook asks. "I'm not sure that's a good idea. I mean, sure, they've made it this far, beat devils and a Strife Lord, but they've had pretty heavy casualties, especially compared to us. Apparently, their leader's died more than once. Problem is," Zook says, sighing, "I don't see how else to do it. Your plan might be the best one, even if it's risky."
"No… I mean for them to travel with us against Xadoss if they will." Cedric replies with a smile, "I have yet to announce it publicly but…there is another force preparing to assault the fortress." He glances out the window, "Apparently they are allied with the soldiers we encountered at the downed star vessel…"
"The Shadowblade?" Zook asks, perking up. "Oooh, now that adds a new dimension to things. Who were you going to send in with Gilliam? I'd like to request that I go in, if that's possible."
"Can another pilot ADAM as skillfully as you?" Cedric replies with a frown, "I need your aid against the Strife Lord..."
Zook frowns. "You're right, again. It was just a thought, anyway."
"I…may send Ashathel and his warriors…as well as Kyoji on this mission…" Cedric ponders with a frown.
"Uh..." Zook trails off. "Kethra, maybe? She's pretty nimble, and she's got that orb that should screw with their tech. Don't know how she'd feel about a covert mission, though. Seems like she'd prefer something that needed a little grace over the usual charge-and-smash, anyway.
"Perhaps…" Cedric ponders, "I was planning on rethinking the squad structure regardless." He writes on a paper thoughtfully for a moment, then glances at Zook, "Thoughts?"
-Command Structure-
Commander: Cedric
Vice: Faralon
Wyvern
Leader: Ashathel
Sulia, Gabriel, Rhizor, Kethra, Damas
Leviathan
Leader: Isyndel,
Aurik, Laika, Telanna, Castor, Van
Zook and the Zooklings
Leader: Zook
Zooklings
Nemesis
Kyoji, Merkass, Lisa, Rachel
Zook purses his lips, looking over it. "No commander or casters in Nemesis, are they still the 'go do your own thing' squad?"
"In order to make full use of their abilities they require unrestricted freedom." Cedric replies with a thoughtful frown, "It is my thought to send Wyvern with the ancient and any others Sorel deems prudent to prevent the transgressions of the part from recurring."
Leaning forward, Zook exhales. "I'm not sure we won't need every one we can get in the battle itself."
"What good is defeating Xadoss if the world is destroyed?" Cedric replies with a tired sigh, his own fears given voice by the gnome.
"What good is disabling the nukes if we get smashed by the Strife Lords and they just find a less efficient way to destroy the world?" Zook replies, setting his head in his hands. "I don't like either option."
"Then what solution do you propose?" Cedric questions.
"The base is old," Zook says. "And I don't know that the weapons are even operational. I think the least detestable option is to gamble that the nukes can wait until after we've beaten whoever's outside the base. I don't think the Strife Lords would be able to withstand a nuclear attack anyway, at least not easily. There's a chance they're reticent to use them."
Cedric frowns deeply, mulling over this, then nods with a light burning in his eyes, "Very well…" He smiles darkly, "We'll get through this just as we've gotten through everything else until now…tactics be damned." He leans over the map, staring down at it as if he could see Xadoss leering at him, "We charge straight for the jugular."
He glances up, "Could you drop the ancient near where the weapons are stored with ADAM?"
"I could definitely drop him, but I don't know how he'd handle the fall. You ever dropped something a couple hundred feet? Not to mention the fact that the base's defenses are anti-aerial."
"Wonderful…" Cedric mutters in frustration, shaking his head, "Then…we charge."
"And smash?" Zook says brightly.
Cedric arches an eyebrow, a grin appearing on his face, "Something like that."
"We're gonna beat them, boss," Zook says, "we're gonna win."
"I know…" Cedric replies, "The cost is what I'm worried about."
Zook leans back again. "Yeah..."
....
As the magical creature takes a well deserved rest from the dark tasks that have consumed his time of late, he is approached by the tall Sir Theodoric, knight of the hammer. The paladin now wears no weapon nor armor, he slows as he nears the magically gifted youth and speaks quietly, "Friend, would you allow me to speak with you for a moment?"
Ombligo looks over at the knight. He blinks and then floats up and down slowly.
"Sure! You're...that guy from before, aren't you?"
"Yes… There is no excuse...nor should there be...for my poor behavior." The paladin begins in a tired voice, "I come here to speak with you because I wish to mend the rift that my rash outburst may have caused between those who should count one another allies." He looks at the magical creature, speaking seriously, "In hindsight, I appreciate your prudent words and would that I had given them the merit they deserved earlier."
: "Really? Few people can take me seriously. Maybe it's because I'm smaller and different than them? Anyway, no hard feelings..."
A ghost of a smile appears on the face of the paladin, "Your words are wise, if what you say is true, it is shame that you do not receive the attention you merit." He then frowns slightly, "In this conflict, I have seen much that was good become twisted and bent to the will of our enemies." The paladin explains in a worn voice, staring at the ground, "Aside from Gabriel, this Ignatius is the first that I have seen the opposite prove true." He looks up at the magical creature, "Regardless, I thank you for your aid…if I falter again while we travel together, may I count on you to help me regain my senses?"
: "Yeah! I'm always happy to help others - at least, if they have good intentions. I can't be helping the bad guys, now can I?" *Ombligo grins, but nobody would really be able to tell.
The paladin smiles at the enthusiasm of the creature before him, nodding slightly, "You remind me of a friend of mine…" He glances in the direction of the massive robotic armor near the village centre, speaking distantly, "Your virtue shows me what I lack…and what I should strive for."
: "Hey, you're not perfect. Maybe you need to give yourself a break sometimes. Fighting devils all the time can be a serious drain on someone's spirit, and I know that firsthand. This is actually the happiest I've been in a long time. Seeing your closest friends fall in combat over and over again...." The magic creature falls silent, slouching a bit in mid-air.
"That is why we must fight." Cedric states in a determined but sad voice, "To protect others from the horrors that we face." He shakes his head, speaking distantly, "A gentle soul once traveled with us…a healer who cared for others more than himself… A friend of mine and a follower of the goddess of mercy." His voice grows cold, "You beheld yourself how our enemies twisted and corrupted him." His eyes narrow, spite in his voice, "I know it is a trial, it threatens to consume all of us, but…we must strive never to forget why we fight." He speaks softly, "To preserve and protect." He lowers his head slightly, "In that I have oft prove lacking…"
: "I know...it's never stopped me from continuing the fight. It just...stings."
"I have been guilty of pursuing the fight for the wrong reasons…vengeance." Cedric states, then shakes his head with a hint of a smile, "Enough of such words, this is a time to rest our souls weary of battle…" He looks at the magical creature with a curious smile, "Tell me of your friends, what about them gladdens you?"
: "Well, I've known Mahler since I hatched! He's always been nice to me and protective, and he follows me everywhere I go and joins in with whatever I do! You can't really ask for more from someone. Sorel's great, too! We met him in Ribble and ever since life's been a whole lot easier. He's old, but he's really smart and powerful, and super nice...at least to me."
"Indeed, I have found Sorel as you describe him." The paladin replies with a smile, tilting back his head thoughtfully, "I am well accompanied by souls loyal and true." His smile deepens, "Boundless in his enthusiasm and compassion, I am honored to count the tinker Zook among my friends, absent minded though he may at times be. Then there is Faralon, a musician without peer, whose great deeds and wise guidance in crisis rival those of whom he sings." He chuckles, "Silent and grim Kyoji hides a pure and good heart beneath his dark garb. Then there is the archer Rachel whose courage stands though her skill falters." He shakes his head, "One day, I must have Faralon play for you, his skill is legendary, comparing even to the Lady Lilah though she hails from an angelic realm."
"Wow, you have a musician?! That's cool! But how does a musician help in battle?" The magic creature asks, genuinely confused as he rubs his shell with one tentacle.
"You would be surprised…" Cedric states with a knowing smile, "The songs of Faralon more than any other force have carried us when we would have fallen." He chuckles, "Though, he is also a magician of no mean ability and wields a rapier skillfully."
: "Music is magical????" Ombligo asks, even more confused than before.
"Magical…or perhaps spiritual…" Cedric replies after a long moment of silence, then nods with a smile, "Forgive me, I have much that I have to attend to before tomorrow."
"Okay! Have a nice day Mr...Sorry, I don't remember your name. If it was said, I forgot it amongst all the confusion..."
"Cedric…" The paladin says with a rueful smile, "…and you?"
: "My name's Ombligo!" *Ombligo stretches out his tentacle towards Cedric.* "Nice to meet you!"
Cedric takes the tentacle with a smile and shakes it, then he departs.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu May 24, 2007 12:30 pm
[I have some scenes in the works, so yeah, space holder. ]

Posted by: Aldur Thu May 24, 2007 3:23 pm
Tanis walks amongst the trees, deep in thought and not paying very much attention to his surroundings. The catfolk blends in somewhat with the leaves of low hanging branches, but when he looks up, he notices a flash or purple between some of the trees. "Kr...Kria?" he calls out tentatively.
Kria pauses and turns around, smiling when she sees who it is. "Yeah?"
Seeing the purple catfolk before him once more, the heart pounding begins again, but not so much as before. Breathing deeply, he replies. "Oh…it is you," he says, smiling weakly. "Um…you ok to have that talk now?"
"I'd be worried if there were any other purple catfolk tinkling through the forest trees." Kria snorted at this and nodded at him. "Like...what?"
"I need to… um… I want to say…" Tanis' sentence is completely broken up. And then he breaks down, a kind of desperation coming over him. "I want to say how sorry I am! I want to apologise for putting you on that altar without properly thinking about it!" he says hysterically, almost wailing. "I want to be able to go back and change what happened! I feel…so extremely bad about everything." The warmage looks down to the ground, in a pitiful attempt to hide the tears that have formed in his eyes. "I…I'm so sorry."
Kria laughs softly, shaking her head at him, tilting her head to one side, quietly watching him. "It's ok." Kria Shrugged. "What happens...happens. If you're going mope over it then do it, but don't feel guilty. You made a bad call. Big deal. Everyone does it sometimes."
Tanis looks up, startled. "Then…are you saying you can forgive me?" he asks, hardly daring to hope. This encounter is far from what he would have expected from Kria, and the warmage can hardly believe what he just heard.
Kria nodded, stepping in close to Tanis, and smiled sweetly at him, then suddenly delivered a stunning uppercut, more than enough to knock him off his feet. Kria giggled and held out her hand to him, smiling. "Now you are forgiven."
Completely surprised by the punch, Tanis hits the ground, eyes wide with astonishment. That quickly passes though, as the words he'd so dearly been hoping, no, wishing to hear, are said by Kria. Taking the offered hand, he gets back to his feet. "Thank you Kria," he says, smiling at her. "Thank you so much. And it makes me wonder how snakes bother you when you can deliver punches like that," he adds, rubbing his jaw.
"Eh, after the big creepy guy in that fortress snake don't bother me much anymore." Kria shrugged pulling her arm, hands on her hips as she watched him a moment, a grin playing about her lips. "Well, it's nice to know I'm the smarter one."
"Ah yes, well that's understandable," he replies to her first comment. "And the smarter one?" he asks, eyebrows raised. "Or is it just that I seem to lack a lot of common sense?"
Kria glares at Tanis a moment. "UM GEE, SHE'S UNCONCIOUS LETS CARRY HER OVER TO THIS DARK EVIL FEELING ALTAR BECAUSE IT'S GOING TO HEAL HER! DUR HUR HUR!" Kria assumed a glazed expression as she mimicked carrying an invisible person to the altar.
"Um…yeah," Tanis says, in submissive tones, looking down again. "Yeah, you're right."
Kria smirked. "Indeedio! Like, yeah. I'm good." She laughed, suddenly taking flight as she jumped into the air, wings appearing. "Well, I'm away to fly around now. Seeya soon Tanny!"
"Ok Kria, I'll see you later," he replies. And then, in a quiet voice. "And thank you once more." Watching her as she disappears from sight, Tanis looks around, and begins to walk back to the elven village, the thoughts on his mind considerably lighter than they had been not so long ago.
Kria sighed heavily as she flew up through the trees, eyes misty as she shook her head repeatedly. She couldn't hate him. Not...him, but it would be quite awhile before she could really forgive him...or herself. She landed in a nearby tree, staring straight ahead, humming a tune to herself, attempting to cheer herself up.
*The elven village is as beautiful as Sorel had often described. Destruction had not phased Mahler's appreciation for the beauty of the living. While certainly a different experience, the sacrifice was intentional. He had someone to thank, however, for allowing him to continue. A familiar voice drifted through the air, humming singsong. Mahler plods to the tree, probably heard easily.*
: Kria, I would like to speak with you.
Kria blinked, looking down at Mahler. She smiled and descended with the aid of her wings, coming to stand in front of him. "Sure. Whatcha wanna talk about?"
*Mahler smiles watching Kria descend. Still the same attitude from so long ago.*
: I owe you a bangle.
"Hm? Why?" Kria smiled at this, idly casting a glace towards one of her arms, the many trinkets still tinkling away merrily. She had forgotten about them, too caught up in devil hunting.
*Mahler realized he was not being entirely forward, and only speaking in terms of what he knew.*
: To thank you, of course. Allowing me to continue fighting was not mandatory.
"Man, your way of talking still like, throws me for a loop Mahler. But like, you're our friend. No point in leaving you there to be rubble or nothing..." Kria shrugged and grinned at the Golem.
*Mahler smiles, nodding.*
: Your friendship is what I am thankful for.
"Eh, no biggie!" Kria looked around her, somewhat embarrassed. "So then...nice to see other parties fighting the Strife Lords too, huh?"
: It is certainly refreshing to know that the rest of the world is not sitting idly.
"Yeah, though some of them seem like...a bit heavy?" Kria frowned at this, folding her arms as she thinks back to their initial encounter. "They weren't very nice to Iggy..."
*Mahler lets out a gravelly sigh.*
: No, they were not. While their actions were rude, they are understandable. If they travelled with a redeemed Erinyes, like Aelisnyx, how would you have reacted, not knowing they had redeemed it?
"Asked them about her in a more polite way? You like, forget when it comes to stuff like that I'm a bit more...tolerant?" Kria laughed at this, idly watching the eldritch power play about her arm, and then concentrated, the deep purple energy becoming purest white. "I tend to hope more..."
*Mahler nods.*
: Yes, and some are as tolerant, though many less. Remember Dr. Coventry's reactions. It is a matter of working with those with different opinions and levels of understanding. We are not and cannot all be the same. What I am sure everyone in both our group and theirs has, is that hope.
"Hope hmm? I don't know. I think it's odd to assume everyone fights for the same thing. This...hope." Kria idly sweeps her hair out of her eyes, rolling them. "Some fight for other means."
*Mahler shakes his head.*
: By now I would think even the most ardent mercenary would realize the magnitude of the situation.
"I learnt something very important not too long ago Mahler..." Kria laughed darkly. "People are always people. They'll happily believe whatever they want, even lies if it makes it easier. Not everyone will fight, nor will everyone run. They'll sit in their quiet ignorance until the end..."
: I suppose that is why we, and they, are here.
"How do you mean?"
: My master made me as his guardian and protector. Perhaps the world has made us its guardians and protectors. When others would not or could not protect themselves, here we are.
"Makes sense I suppose." Kria shrugged, and wistfully shook her head. "Oh for the days when my biggest worry was being Queen of the Bangles..."
*Mahler shrugs.*
: There will be time when this is over. Perhaps everyone will want bangles because evil was defeated by a flying, singing, bangle wearing hero?
Kria's eyes light up at this, an idea forming in her head. "Wow! The publicity! I can see it now! Mahler, you should like become a business man or something! This is genius!"
*Mahler smiles wryly as a golem can.*
: Perhaps it is a rock solid idea.
Kria stopped, and sniggered suddenly, shaking her head. "Owch. That one was...kinda bad Mahler! Don't crack up on me now."
*Mahler looks down at himself.*
: My apologies. I thought it appropriate.
Kria blinked. " Aww...you missed my one. Oh wells!"
*Mahler looks around, somewhat confused.*
: Maybe there are other interesting people to meet. We should find out.
Kria smirked, shaking her head. "Indeed? Like...who? Well they have some elves, some holier than thou people and so forth..."
*Expressions disappear from Mahler's face as he becomes more pensive, thinking.*
: I hear they have a catfolk like you.
Kria frowns at this. "Really? Be nice to meet more people...Hey. Maybe I should go say hey!" Kria giggled and waved at Mahler as she took to the sky again. "Thanks for that! And make the bangle red!" Kria winked at Mahler before continuing on her merry way.
*Mahler smiles a large smile watching Kria fly away.*
: I can do that.
*He just hoped he hadn't gotten her into trouble.*

Posted by: Sighrus Thu May 24, 2007 6:20 pm
"Excuse me," a gentle voice calls to Sulia's current resting place. "You are one of those who healed my companions and I, correct?" Sulia turned her head, looking up at the paladin before her and nodded. "Yes, it was my pleasure." : "I just wanted to thank you. It isn't often we meet friends who will help us, much less those who share the same aims." She extends her left hand, smiling warmly. "Gail Haubrekt."
Sulia stands, and smiles at the Paladin, taking the hand. "Sulia...Adelhyde. Nice to meet you."
"Same," the knight replies, a more serious look replacing the smile as she contiues. "Would...would you know where there'd be a place for me to rest? Cedric told me that some of the elves here could inform me, but...I've yet to find any who know..."
Sulia smiled at this. "They're quite friendly, I'm sure if you asked someone would allow you into their home. That's how it works really around these parts or so it seems to me..."
Gail looks shocked at the thought. "Their homes? I'm not sure I could impose on them like that..."
"Well then, the ground is also quite comfortable!" Sulia laughed merrily at this. "It's a small village, what were you expecting I wonder?"
"I'm not sure of that, myself," the paladin admits, hints of an embarassed blush showing. "I suppose I just figured there was an inn somewhere nearby, though it does seem like a silly idea, now that you mention it."
"Well there is, but the chances of a room may be small. You can try though!" Sulia smiled again, and pointed in the direction of the inn.
"Thank you, I shall," the silver-haired maiden said, heading off to the inn, but halts as a question enters her mind. "I'm sorry," she says, turning back to Sulia, "Forgive me if this is too personal, but...what do you know of your allies?"
Sulia blinks. "In what context?"
Gail furrows her brow as she considers the question. How should I word this...
: "I only wanted to know who they were, seeing as I hardly know their names. Maybe it would help if you knew who I was looking for..." she muses aloud, continuing after giving it a moment of thought. "Do you know a girl named Telanna'brielle?"
"The druid girl who wanted to join us after we saved the village? Not really no, just by sight at the moment. Why?" Sulia asks curiously, interested in Gail's particular choice. "You'd be better asking the town elder really..."
"No reason," Gail responds quickly, before telling herself to calm down. "She was just brought up in the meeting we had; I've heard a similar name not too long ago, and when the question was asked, she seemed like someone I would like to talk to. What about...the gnome. The one who came down in the flying golem when we all first met. What's his name?"
"Ah, Sir Zook? He's a tinker. He makes things that were common in ancient times apparently."
"Zook...I see. Thank you for taking the time to speak with me," she says, bowing to the woman.
"It is no problem. May I ask you a question?" Sulia grins sheepishly at the paladin.
"Of course. It's the least I could do, after all I've asked of you," she responds, smiling.
"Well, I joined this group after hearing my husband was with them...suffice it to say. He was not. Your group seems well travelled. Have you come across a Kyantol with long beautiful hair called Amelios?" Sulia looked at Gail hopefully.
Gail's eyes widen as comprehension dawns, a grimace coming over her face, her head bowing to the ground . After a moment of silence, the paladin speaks, saying simply,
: "I'm sorry."
"You're sorry...for...?" Sulia frowns at this, not quite understanding the paladin. "You've not seen him then?"
Gail raises her head, staring at the favored soul. "No...We have seen him. He...he's passed on."
Sulia froze, and then sighed. "Ah...I assume it was your group then?" Sulia chuckled sadly. "I had hoped to free him from Shailtor's touch but maybe this is better..."
Gail watches Sulia for a while longer, wondering what she could say. "I can't ask for your forgiveness, but you...have my condolences." She chides herself afterwards, knowing how empty it sounded.
Sulia shakes her head. "I willingly give it to you. How could you know? And he was not the same man I knew...instead, apparently a twisted shadow under the influence of a Strife Lord. May I ask how you met him?"
The maiden is surprised at the woman's response, nodding as the memory returns.
: "We met him in the village of Yeel. He asked to meet us as a group, and revealed himself openly as a servant of Shailtor. He had taken two hostages...told us that if we chose one, the other would die. Then he disappeared...that was the last I saw of your husband."
Sulia sighed heavily, sitting back down, shutting her eyes and shaking her head. "Then after this is over I must go there and apologise to those poor people..."
The girl bows her head, unable to think of anything to say.
Sulia smiles wistfully. "He is at peace, but many more tortured souls remain. And...forgive me, but the last you saw of him was as a group?" She stared at the Paladin. "Did you not...save them?"
"We did," she replies, not raising her head. "We decided to split the group in two; I was in the group that went after one of the hostages, a child. The other was the mother of one of the members of our group...in the end, neither came to harm."
Sulia nodded again, and rose, dusting herself off as she stared somewhat blankly into the distance. "May I have the name of the one he did this too in your group?"
: "Kayla. Red hair, blue eyes, black clothing...she keeps mostly to herself. I don't know where she is, now."
Sulia nodded. "My thanks to you. Now I must do my duty." And so the Favoured Soul, most blessed of the Light trudged across the village, looking for person her husband had wronged.
The holy knight of the force of creation simply watches the favoured soul, sighing deeply with the knowledge of the weight the work she performed had. Turning to the inn, she walks away, feeling more tired with each echoing clank of her greaves.

Posted by: Dark Maiden Thu May 24, 2007 7:23 pm
Kayla sits in the shade beneath a large tree. The area is fairly quiet and there are not a lot of other people around. She unsheathes one of her short swords and examines it to see if it needs sharpening. "It still looks pretty sharp," Kayla says to herself. She sheathes the sword and folds her arms behind her head. "This is sure a nice village to be in it seems, if you like peace and quiet."
"Yes. Peaceful it is, no thanks to the Strife Lords." Sulia smiles as she comes up the rogue, from behind the tree, eventually stopping in front of her. "Hello. My name is Sulia. Could I speak to you?"
Kayla looks up at Sulia. "You want to speak with me?" the Assassin asks. "Eh, sure, that's fine."
Sulia nodded, and then sighed, sitting down beside the rogue. "As I said, my name is Sulia Adelhyde, and I'm here to apologize to you."
"Apologize?" Kayla asks with an upraised brow. "For what?"
"The man I was married to was called Amelios. He was a fine cleric until the Strife Lords came along and destroyed his mind. And then many terrible things he did for them...including attempting to kill your mother. On behalf of him, I am sorry."
Kayla pulls her legs up to her chest and rests her head on her knees. It is a few minutes before Kayla speaks. "Sulia...it was he who wronged me, not you." She looks at Sulia again. "However, I do understand why you are apologizing for him. So with that being said, I accept it."
Sulia nods. "Thank you. And I have only learnt of his passing quite recently. If you'd excuse me...we'll talk again later." She bows to Kayla and turns, eyes cold walking back towards the village...
Sulia, you poor thing... No one should have to go through that... Kayla sighs, watching as Sulia walks away.
[I have two more scenes to post but they're not done yet. I'll post them when they are]

Posted by: Sighrus Fri May 25, 2007 1:01 am
: "I don't suppose that offer for lunch is still available," a tired voice asks from behind the engineer. Zook looks up from his work to see the silver-haired paladin from the other force. The one from his dream. "Uh...sure," Zook says, gesturing to a platter of food and a pitcher of water. "Help yourself."
: "Thank you," the maiden says, reaching out to take a scone from the tray and bring it to her lips.
: "I don't think I caught your name before," Zook says.
: "Oh, I'm sorry," she says after swallowing, moving the pastry to the right hand as she extends her left. "Gail Haubrekt. You would be...Sir Zook?"
: "Just Zook is fine," the gnome says amiably. "Didn't really have a choice in being knighted, and to be honest I'm not crazy about the title. Gail. That's a nice name." He looks around. "Is Colonel Thornton always so cheerful?"
: "I share the sentiment. When I was indicted into the service, I found the ceremony bittersweet," the paladin says with a frown. She chuckles dryly at the tinker's observation. "If you'd call that cheerful. He's been that way as long as I've known him, though. My attempts to speak with him...haven't gone over well, I'm afraid."
: "You're a Paladin too? You know, I'm starting to think I got a bad draw because I was under the impression that Paladins have to be angry all the time," Zook says, grinning slyly.
: "So that display earlier is an often occurance? I thought he was only being hard on himself when we met earlier...," she muses, sighing.[/b]
: "Does it have to be one and not the other?" Zook asks, pouring himself a glass of water. "He's hard on himself for pretty much everything, things nobody notices but him. If he could just, I don't know, stop beating himself up he'd be much happier and nothing else would suffer for it." He shrugs. "Maybe you could teach him how to do it."
VoxPVoxD: ((what's irony precious))
cyrus v 2877: [It is ferrous, I suppose.]
Gail stares as Zook speaks of suffering and happiness, and can only smile weakly as his short speech reaches its end.
: "I'm sorry," she begins, shaking her head slowly as her eyes wander away, "But I wouldn't know the first thing about it."[/b]
: "Oh," Zook says. "Anyone in your group who would? Someone with a divine bent, maybe?"
: "The closest I can think of would be either Ombligo or Kria," Gail says, a frown developing as she comtemplates such meetings. "Kria's talents would not agree with cedric, I fear, and Ombligo...has been traumatized lately. The members of his family have fallen on hard times, and its effect is reflected in his face."
: "That actually sounds perfect for Cedric," Zook says, "The last one. Ombligo. Maybe they'll meet up at some point. It's just that sometimes you get the impression--" He stops. "It wasn't long ago that I got that thing to fly," he says, pointing at ADAM where his assistants were working on it. "A few weeks, at most. Maybe three days after, I see this light in the sky, like a meteor. Streaks down and crashes" Zook pounds the table with his small fist for emphasis "At the foot of the mountains north of Hassan. It was a spaceship. A vessel built to move through the stars, from one planet to another. I swear, I never felt so small as I did at that moment." The gnome shakes his head. "Sometimes you get the impression he's on a whole other plane, looking down on us, protecting...and judging."
Gail is silent at the engineer's speech, simply listening as the tinker tells his tale. When it ends, as all tales do, she turns to the machine the gnomish inventor had spoken of, the golem upon which so many men were toiling on. The machine from the dream, so long ago. The silence that had been strengthened from moment after moment, and yet, was broken by a single request.
: "May I see it fly?"
Zook finishes his water with a gulp.
: "Sure. Let's go." He gets up from his seat and leads her to the clearing where the men were working on ADAM. "Status report?" he asks, taking a piece of paper with benchmarks one of the wizards had prepared in extravagant script. The tinkers all mumble their assent, indicating that it was clear for another test. Zook climbs into the cockpit, and there is a deafening whine as the vehicle's engines engage, and with a gust of air that blows Gail's hair back off of her shoulders, ADAM rises into the air.
The angelborn closes her eyes as the machine lifts into the air, the crushing whir of the engines climbing away with the ascending goliath. For a moment, her shoulders tense, and she imagines rising with him into the air, flexing shining white wings to propel her against the pull of gravity. Then they open, and she gazes upon this modern wonder, built upon the ancient ideas of long ago. A peaceful smile plays upon her small lips.
VoxPVoxD: ((ancient ideas like nukes lmao))
cyrus v 2877: [Shhhh.]
ADAM makes a circuit of the clearing, the whine of the engines ebbing as the machine ascends. Suddenly, Zook pulls a lever hard the other way, and ADAM hurtles along its course backwards, whipping to the side, tumbling end over end like a gymnast in the sky. Zook puts the machine through its paces in this fashion for several minutes before settling it back down once more.
The aerial armor arrives to the sound of applause, the silver-haired member of the audience approaches the craft looking in far heightened spirits.
: "That was more beautiful than I had imagined," she says, her face beaming as it takes on a lopsided smirk. "Or should I say, it's just as beautiful as I imagined it to be?" She extends a hand to help the inventor down out of his contraption.
Zook takes the hand, hopping down from the cockpit.
: "Well, it's not wings, but it'll do in a pinch," he says.
: "For a moment, I thought I was going to join you up there, but I suppose I came back down to earth rather quickly," she says, chuckling softly at her joke.
: "I think that might be only the second prophetic dream I ever had," Zook says.
A silver brow quirks at the gnome's comments.
: "Prophetic? I don't remember anything divining about...," she stops her train of thought as she hits the next part. "The second?"
: "There was another one, several weeks ago. Everyone in the group got it. This man with a really deep and raspy voice told us to go to Uranbatol to find a girl named Simone." Zook does an impression of the figure's voice. "Heroes have I sought and such have I found something something."
: "How strange," Gail remarks, leaving at that before turning to the question at hand. "Did you find what he spoke of?"
: "Yeah," Zook says, "She's probably around here somewhere."
: "May I ask what happened to her that warranted your protection and assistance?"
: "Remember what I said before, about feeling small?" Zook asks. "The bit with Simone is one of those things. It's not that I'm afraid to tell you, it's that whatever it is is so far over my head that I don't know what to make of it, so I know I'm not the best person to tell you. Ask Cedric."
Gail defers to the tinker's wisdom, nodding after a momentary sense of shock.
: "Perhaps I should do that now, while we still have time before tomorrow's march. Where do you think he could be? Still in his study, mayhap?"
: "Probably," Zook says, "Still going over maps and plans and troop formations."
: "I see...Thank you," she says. "I suppose I'll see you tomorrow, then."
: "And hopefully we'll all be around the day after," Zook says quietly.
The paladin looks at the gnome for a small while.
: "We will," she says, smiling as she walks away. I won't allow for it to happen any other way.

Posted by: Aldur Fri May 25, 2007 1:10 am
Kria sighed, looking up at the stars as she sat at the top of a high tree, wings flapping gently around her as she watched the small people below go by. She blinked, spotting Gilliam and Silently descended, feet touching the ground gently. "Hello Gilliam."
Gilliam takes a moment to respond. "Hello."
Kria frowned, tilting her head to one side, putting her arms behind her back as she
stood sheepishly on one leg. "Um...bad time?"
"It's fine..." Gilliam says. "What did you want?"
"Just to...talk. The last time was before...well...when was it?" Kria smiled gently at her stoic companion, watching him with concern.
"I cannot recall," Gilliam says. "What did you want to discuss?"
"Well...I don't know really. I just kinda wanna chat like things were before it all got so...heavy." Kria sighed, her shadowly wings curling around her protectively.
"It's war. The time where things aren't heavy is still a long ways away," Gilliam says.
"Mmm. Is that Gilliam's response...or Lieutenant Colonel Thornton's?" Kria stared at the robot impassively, a new and odd look for Kria.
"Both considering they're the same person," Gilliam responds.
"Really? I thought you'd get it...you of all people seem to..." Kria looked wistful for a moment, her face haunted. "But, I'm going to push for once. In like, a serious way. Who you are when I talk to you, and who you are when a devil is present is vastly different."
"When I get very angry, I become... irrational..."
"Hahaha, I guess we have that in common then, huh?" Kria giggled, amused at this, eyes misting over as she remembered the beginning of the quest.
"I suppose so," Gilliam says.
"You're being very...untalkative. You sure you're alright?" Kria stepped a little closer, concern lining her face.
When I have ever been all right?" Gilliam says with a sigh. "No, I know I'm not. But you don't want to talk about anything heavy and I need time to think about it...What do you think of our new allies?"
"Nice attempt." Kria snorted and turned away looking at the sky. "Indulge me. You're my friend and comrade." Kria turned back around, eyes blazing. "Let me in. I dare you."
"All right, if you want the news so badly," Gilliam says. "I just learned that the military unit of which I was a part was turned into undead. The entire unit, not just a few corpses dug up. They're entrenched around here and I'll probably have to kill them all again. If that wasn't enough...The base we're attacking has a stockpike of weapons potent enough to initiate a second apocalypse. The man who controls them? Now undead. See why I'm a tad... on edge?"
"Hey, you're...preaching to the choir. I know full well what it's like to kill people you know, people you cared about. I know what it's like to be unable to convince them of their error. I know what it's like to have to defend myself against them." Kria frowned. "Again?"
"They're undead. Killing them would make it a second time," Gilliam says.
Kria frowned, blinking. "You had to do it before?"
Gilliam sighs in exasperation. "Something that is undead has already died once. Therefore, making them die again would be killing them again. A second time."
"No it's not. It's letting them go, freeing their tortured souls finally." Kria smiled placidly. "It's letting them escape from a horrid wretched existence that they never wanted." She looked down, her voice trailing off. "Or so I tell myself."
"I am aware of that, but it doesn't make it any less horrible that it has to be done in the first place..." Gilliam says. "Such men... They gave their lives for everything. They gave up everything they had so that others might survive... And now they've been turned into threats to the world they once died protecting."
"I'm sorry. I don't know what to say but..." Kria stared at Gilliam, her face devoid of emotion. "Die inside. You'll go numb and not have to feel the pain of slaughtering everything you once loved and cared for. Do what...I do."
"I've died enough already. I'm numb enough already. No more. Not one step further, not one more inch surrendered," Gilliam says, quietly but intensely.
"Mmm. If I didn't do this though...I'd...nevermind..." Kria turned away, her eyes moist, and both hands clenched into tight fists, her sharp nails beginning to draw blood.
"You're injuring yourself," Gilliam notes.
"It's a way to remind me of my burden. It is my pain, and it is my blood. I am the last. I set my home alit, and slaughtered my kin...with your exceptionally excellent aid. And I must not forget the aid Tanis gave..." Kria turned back around, staring with fury filled eyes at the robot.
TheUnknownMarine: "Good times, good times..." Gilliam nods
TheUnknownMarine: lol no
"Hardly your fault... Did slaying that bitch Aelisnx bring you any closure at all?" Gilliam asks.
"No. It is all my fault. My fault for not having the stamina to withstand the potion, and not having the will to expel the demon." Kria began to tremble, and fell to her knees. "I witnessed every moment, burning the forest...listening to the children burn, while the Devil laugh, the other three tried vainly to stop me, and you...went mad."
Gilliam is silent.
"I am the last of my people. I am...alone." Kria sobbed to herself, staring up at the robot, getting to her feet and running at him, attempting to punch him in the chest, her slender arms beating off the metal plating. "Why!? Why are you always right!? If we had...had...done it your way, those children would be alive!"
"I... have too much experience..." Gilliam says, weakly. He lets Kria hit him, her fists doing nothing against the pitted and scarred adamant armor plates. "But you are not alone. Not even in being the last."
"YOU'RE STILL DOING IT! YOU'RE STILL DOING IT, DAMN YOU!" Kria kept up her barrage, her baleful dark energies flowing around her as she continued to pound on Gilliam's outer shell, sobbing all the while. After a few minutes she sinks to her knees once more. "I...I killed children. Innocent little children. Dozens...of...innocents. Gone. Gone into the flame of my devising. All because I was so naive and arrogant!"
"I... haven't always been right," Gilliam says, quietly. "Kria... Don't do this to yourself. You won't like where it leads."
Kria looked up at him, shaking her head. "It's a bit late to turn back...especially now. Do what exactly? Scream? Mourn? Grieve? I can't help it! Damn you!" Kria stumbled to her feet, glaring at the robot. "Always so...so...prim!" Kria continued to sob, "In that tin can...can you even feel anything!? Anything at all!? Aside from mad anger and revenge!?"
"Can... I feel anything? Anything but anger?! What do you think is the twin of rage but sorrow?! But pain?!" Gilliam shoots back. "Your village burnt around you, my WORLD burnt around me! Cities that stood for hundreds of years, towers that touched the sky, toppled in an instant! Scores of innocents wiped away in the blink of an eye, burning, screaming, melting... A thousand years of learning and culture vanished! Don't you DARE think I've been afforded apathy... I may not be able to feel the grass under my feet or the wind on my face, but pain? Oh yes... I feel that all too well. And sorrow, and yes, rage..." Gilliam says, growing quieter. "You still have a few things left. Cherish them. Don't forget your past, but don't turn from your future," Gilliam says, looking at the ground.
Kria stared at Gilliam, in surprise, and then laughed darkly. "That village, until a very short time ago...was my life. My reason for existing. My reason to keep going with you. It's gone. My WORLD! Is gone. Don't you dare belittle my grief just because you feel you've had it worse!" Kria shook her fist in anger at Gilliam. And then stopped, arm falling to her side. She laughed again, in a happier way. "I think I get it. You and I...we're quite alike if you break it down."
"Belittle your grief? Is that what you thought I was trying to do?" Gilliam asks. "No... Your world isn't gone yet. At least, it isn't unless you don't consider the friends you've made here part of your world. Tanis isn't gone. Neither is Ignatius. Neither are your senses or mind. Your pain may be great, your loss may be great, but you have something left. Perhaps in that you should seek solace."
Kria blinked, nodding at the man's words...mulling them over and then stared at him, eyes melancholy. "Are you not my friend?"
Gilliam is silent for a while. "I... suppose I could be. I'm not used to friends."
Kria stared at him, dumbfounded for a moment. "Idiot!" She punched forward, her hand clanging over the metal and she withdraw it, cursing to herself, "Owie, owie, owie! Like...stupid! I already am your friend!"
Gilliam emits a low, reverberation that Kria slowly realizes is a chuckle. "It... it is as you say."
Kria nodded and smiled. "Good! Like, we have much in common in certain ways. Wielders of lost knowledge, Among the last of our people, Unique in combat, Engima's outside of it...Yup! We're peas in a pod!" Kria frowned and then laughed. "Well. You can't sing and I'm not a Lieutenant Colonel but I'm sure we can, like overcome those little things!
Gilliam nods. "Indeed."
"Yeah...and I remember something someone very important once said to me. From Destruction comes creation...so even though your world is gone, I'm sure you can build a new one." Kria nodded solemnly.
"I will have to think on that," Gilliam says.
"Well you're gonna have to. What did you plan to do once you got your body back?" Kria raised an eyebrow increduously.
"Just live," Gilliam replies.
"Nothing you ever wanted to do?" Kria smiled in a wheedling way, tilting her head to one side. "No job you'd like to do? Nothing you'd like to make?"
"I'll figure it out when I get my body back..." Gilliam says, looking at one of his metal hands and closing it. "Perhaps I'll become an engineer... or a historian."
Kria snorted. "BOOOORRRRIIINNNGGG! Do something fun and challenging...like be a shop owner! Try to sell things! Hey, join me! Yeah! I've given up my dream to hold a mo...mo...damnit, MONOPOLY! That's the word I think. A Monopoly on the jewelry interests of Rune!"
Gilliam chuckles. "If you found a shop, I'll put up any tech doodad I make for sale there. How about that?"
"That'd work too...Hehehe, if I go that route, Swiftjoke'll be my rival..." Kria smiled. And then rolled her eyes. "But first we glamorous heroes have an ancient evil to eliminate."
"Indeed."
"Not much of a talker normally Gill. I like that, gives me more time to keep nattering." Kria winked at him. "And thanks...for the mildly bizarre pep talk!" Kria snapped her fingers as her wings appeared. "I feel the need to go find Ignatius however. I've not spoken to him properly since before...the incident."
"Farewell, then," Gilliam says.
"Yup! And try to lighten up a little!" Kria waved back at him, smiling as she disappeared through the trees into the night.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Fri May 25, 2007 2:38 am
Placeholder for a Max/Anri post. RP XP awards: Gorrik 1,400. Gail 2200. Graigus 1600. Sorel 2800. Kayla 1800. Mahler 1400. Kria 2400. Farain 800. Tanis 400. Ombligo 1800 Langston 200 Lilah 200, Cedric 800, Zook 1000 Ash 400, Telanna 600, Isyndel 200, Sulia 400

Posted by: DragonmasterDon1 Fri May 25, 2007 3:46 am
Isyndel awoke to the sound of birds chattering just outside the window, her eyes flickering open slowly as the morning sun materialized the room around her. It was foreign to her at first, the room, the smells, the arm around her as she lay in the pillow.
Teth'in.
She smiled in spite of herself, the memories of the night before spurring memories of nights long ago; nights that made her cheeks flush with embarrassment and emotion. The foreign room suddenly felt more familiar even if it did not seem to be so. She realized under the covers that she wore nothing and felt no shame or surprise in it.
He slept like a baby beside her. The way his breath tickled the hair on her neck in a slow peaceful rhythm served to point that out without her direct observation. She traced the lines of his fingertips with her hand idly, debating whether to rise and bathe or to stay in the warm embrace of the bed in the morning sunlight.
His warm embrace.
She had missed it. She would continue to do so.
The thought struck her so quickly and was so out of place that it neatly knocked the wind out of her for a few seconds. For the first time in a long while she found herself at least partially regretting her decision to sequester herself from most contact. But this was how it must be. He would be too great a distraction to her and quite possibly to others.
Still, these mornings always made her question her loyalty to her art. Perhaps this was why so many women chose to become simple housewives; this feeling she lacked for so long seeped into her heart and did not want to let go. Perhaps it would be enough to simply be with him; perhaps when it was all said and done she would lay down her spellbook and pick up a ladle.
The wizardess chuckled at the thought. Sleet shifted as she did so, the cat nestled against her leg with no intention of moving.
She intended to do so however, and move she did. There was no point in delaying it further.
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The paladin sips his earl grey tea, "Come."
Isyndel slid the door open gingerly, casting a look inward at Cedric before looking at something out in the hallway for a moment. She nodded to her left before entering. "I have returned with a report on the task you charged me with earlier."
The paladin glances up from a worn scroll he had been examining intently and arches an eyebrow, "Indeed?" He looks at her appraisingly, as if attempting to judge if she had suceeded or failed, "Aurik was unable to devise a means of breaking the seal and I have heard nothing from the other two, have you had any success?"
She nodded shortly. "At the very least I believe I have taken a rather large step in the right direction," Isyndel spoke, the curves of her lips curving into a small smile. "I am pleased to report that the field test was successful, though obviously performed on a much smaller scale."
Cedric smiles as if a great weight were lifted from his shoulders, "I knew I was correct to leave this matter in your capable hands." He nods approvingly though distantly, as if his mind were racing to grasp all of implications of this news. "Yes...this will change our position drastically..." Then he shakes his head and looks at her questioningly, "I get ahead of myself... Your test was successful? What will you require to make a proper attempt?"
Isyndel folded her arms about her chest. "Time. Even on the rather personal seal that I was able to remove, the work took...I would suspect at least ten minutes, perhaps more. With practice and proper research I believe I can reduce it, but given the likely complexity of the Strife Lord's seal, I suspect I will need more to shape the magic the way I will require," she replied softly. "I cannot even imagine what would result should the incantation be broken, and I will need to be in close proximity of any source to even try."
Cedric nods with a frown, pondering her words, "Then this is only the first step in what stands to be a long process..." He shakes his head, "Regardless, it is closer than any other has come to solving this problem." He leans back in his chair for a moment, then contiunes quietly, "I have placed you in command of Leviathan..." He slides the troop listings forward.
"Excellent, more minions whose lives I can ruin."
Her head tilted to the side for a moment, studying him as he spoke as if she did not entirely comprehend. She sauntered forward slowly to lean over the desk to examine the list. "I will do my best. I see the squads do not seem to follow particular themes this time around, save the last," she said, her gaze passing over Nemesis.
"After our last encounter, I thought it better to strive for balance as opposed to specialization." Cedric replies with a slight nod, "At least for the coming encounter with Xadoss..."
KingKai279: Listen to explanation / [Skip explanation]
"Xadoss? One of the Strife Lords within our striking distance? Surely I was not gone so long to have missed this."
Blah Blah Blah Dead Druid Weird Tentacle Guy Fight Xadoss Rat does backflips
Cedric explains the situation, touching on the army lead by the warriors lead by the shadowblade survivors and then detailing the newcomers, who include Max the grand hero.
Isyndel bit her lip tersely. "I see. Amazing so much would occur in so little time," she began. "But then again, you would not choose me for a welcome wagon in any case."
"I would if it were for Xadoss..." The paladin replies with a hint of a smile.
"If only a stern talking to would remove him," she quipped in return.
"The King has granted you a great honor…" Cedric states abruptly, standing from the table and stepping over to a cabinet, "…though one you rightly deserve and higher honors still." He withdraws a glistening robe of the purest white. In the dim light it is seen to glow of its own light. Reverently he turns and offers it to the wizardess, "Will you accept, Archmage? I got you a dress... I think it will look real pretty on ya." Cedric mumbles with a stupid grin.
Words failed her as she stared with her mouth agape, an unusual situation for the Wizardess to say the least. "Beautiful," she mouthed, sapphire eyes widening as she surveyed it in distant revelry as if it did not belong. She shook her head slowly, smiling from ear-to-ear as she lowered herself into a curtsy. "I accept. The title does not suit me as of yet however; I am not on par with the Lady Yeesha by any means. Thank you Cedric," she added, giggling excitedly. "I am uncertain I have ever heard you take that tone of voice. It is...amusing, to say the least."
"At least in the charge I gave you, you have surpassed her." The paladin shakes his head with a smile, "You are deserving of this honor and there is no doubt in my mind that one day you will count the Lady Yeesha an equal in your art."
"I will wear it with great pride," she replied, folding it loosely over her arms. "And I will wear it with that very goal in mind. Perhaps to go further, should we all live that long."
After another moment, he steps back over to the table littered with maps and tomes, "Tomorrow, we will march on the Strife Lord." He stares down at the map, "Prepare yourself as you see fit…" After a moment, he adds without looking up, "I have little insight, my talents lay only in destruction, but I believe that you will indeed go beyond even Lady Yeesha."
Isyndel inhaled deeply before releasing a heavy sigh. "Tomorrow it is. Then I suppose I will see to returning my field test to whence he came; no doubt his ears are pinned to the door as we speak. If the opportunity arises for me to attempt removing the seal then, so much the better," she spoke, letting the compliment slide as she turned to the door. She paused as she reached for it however. "Do not dismiss your abilities so easily Cedric. You are more than a force of destruction." She grinned, waved her hand over her shoulder as she turned once again, and let herself out.
The paladin glances up with arched eyebrow as the wizardess mentions her 'field test' as a he. Then he turns back to his planning.
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Langston Highbrave walked the halls with his hands in his pockets, happy to have some time to himself. Without the Doctor or the Boss around things seemed a bit more quiet than usual.
Really shoulda gone after the boss. Maybe I'll do it still. Isn't right to leave 'em like that.
The rat knew where he was going well before he arrived at his destination. At the tool shop he made his way immediately toward the clerk and requested the finest rope they carried. When presented with it, he held it before him with his furry paws in admiration.
"This is great rope," he said out loud, chuckling to himself. The clerk merely nodded, content to count the coin he had received as opposed to paying attention to the ratman. "Yep. Great rope. Too bad 'bout the other one though. Thanks again!"
((Arguably the most important part of this post. New rope.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Fri May 25, 2007 4:32 am
*A voice emanates from above, yet seemingly from nowhere.* "You smell." Kayla stands up and looks up above her. "I beg your pardon?" she asks, slightly annoyed. *Merkass grins, since the girl is looking in the wrong direction. He drops down from the branch, catching it on the way down, using it to flip backward as he finishes dropping from the tree. With little flourish on the landing, Merkass stands behind Kayla, bow at his back.*
: I have put an arrow into every kind of demon I know to exist, but none were as pretty as you. You smell like them, but you do not appear evil to me. Explain.
Kayla's ears twitch and she looks over her shoulder. "An insult and a compliment at the same time. No one else had done that." She crosses her arms over her chest. "I am a tiefling."
*Merkass tilts his head.*
: Tieflings I am unfamiliar with. Also, it was not an insult so much as a point of fact. *Merkass raises his head once more, his eyes widening.* Forgive me. I can smell evil like you can smell the flowers around you. It is not potent as from true demons, but it is there.
"Oh, I see." Kayla sighs. "I am part demon, but I am mostly human."
: That explains much, then. I had been watching you unnoticed for the past hour, but you hadn't done anything interesting until Sulia came by. I felt it was time to get an answer.
*Merkass outstretches his hand.* My name is Merkass, archer, scout, and stalker of the Cypress force under Cedric.
Kayla takes his hand and shakes it. "My name is Kayla, assassin and stalker of the force. It's nice to meet you."
*Merkass grins, showing teeth, before releasing Kayla's hand.*
: Then we should hunt one day. I heard you fought Xadoss. Did he appear to be at full power?
"I do not know if he was fighting us with his full strength or not, but he was still so powerful." Kayla clenches her fist.
*Merkass nods*
: We fought him once before, nearly killing him. Surely we will fight him again, and if he is in the area, it will most likely be soon.
"If that is so, then we should rest while we can."
*Merkass shakes his head.*
: No, we should live. Recover, but do not forget that he is a dangerous foe. To spend time up to the battle doing nothing will lead to nothing. We must prepare.
Kayla shakes her head. "I am not quite sure that I understand what you mean. Xadoss is dangerous and powerful, but I do not know what more I could do to prepare for this...that I have not already done."
*Merkass is unmoved by the tiefling's excuses.*
: If you feel you are prepared, then find more that you can do. You claim to be an assassin. If you are ready to fight, are you ready to take the fight to them? The upcoming battle is more than a duel. I plan to scout ahead to gain the upperhand. I expect you would have a plan to utilize your abilities.
"I freely admit that I am not adept at close quarters combat. I am trained in the arts of stealth, and I am very knowledgable about humanoid anatomy. By catching an opponent off guard, I can strike at those vital areas." Kayla sighs. "However, if we face anything like we did before, my abilities may not serve me as well as they should."
: Then you will help us get in. Remember that while Xadoss is the ultimate goal, the operation is larger than him.
Kayla says nothing, she merely nods in understanding.
*Merkass smiles.*
: Good. I expect you will be joining me and the others in infiltration, then?
"Aye, I will," Kayla replies, "Unless our leader has other plans."
: I believe we will be joining forces for this. If the left hand does not know what the right is doing, this will be a failure. As a result, I will see you then, if not before.
Kayla nods. "Alright."
*Merkass is gone shortly thereafter.*

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri May 25, 2007 5:18 am
*Faralon casually walked through the town, thinking it best to burn some energy and build up some courage to talk to the legendary Max. On his way, he spies Kayla. Recognizing her from the group earlier, he approaches her.* : "Hey, you were with that group with Max. We're allies now, and it's very nice to see new allies fighting the Strife Lords. For a while, I thought we were the only force that stood a chance. I'm actually humbled now, which is probably a good thing."
Kayla looks over Faralon appraisingly before she speaks to him. "By a matter of chance, we have become allies," she says matter-o-factly. "It is probably for the best that we did run into each other though. We can accomplish more together than we could alone." Kayla holds out her hand. "My name is Kayla. I am the assassin and stalker of the force," she says with a grin.
*Faralon shakes Kayla's hand, his grip a bit more firm than one might expect.*
: "You don't believe in the stars, do you? You think it was mere chance that all of this happened? No, I'm sure it's more than that. There are too many coincidences...Anyway, it is a pleasure to meet you, Kayla. My name is Faralon. Some in my group may call me a musician, but don't let that fool you - while I am indeed a musician, I do battle."
"So you are a bard, then." Kayla lets go of his hand and provides and answer to his question. "I do not believe in fate or destiny," Kayla says softly. "Sorry if I seem cynical, but I have my reasons. Let us leave it at that, shall we?"
: "Fate is often the more cynical outlook."
Kayla chuckles. "Aye, I suppose you're right."
: "So, tell me a bit about yourself and your group. Needless to say, I love to learn."
"So I see," Kayla says. "Well you already my name... I am not usually one to freely share information with someone I hardly know, but I suppose I can tell you a little. Is there anything in particular you wish to know?"
: "All right. Like doing things in questions, then? First of all, and don't take this the wrong way, but what are you? You're not human, and I know you're not an elf."
Kayla sighs. "You don't start with the easy questions, do you?... I am what is known as a tiefling, someone with a devil or demon ancestor."
: "...I see. So there are two among you with a fiendish bloodline. Tell me, why do you fight the Strife Lords?"
Kayla sighs and shakes her head. "It seems that my lineage scares you somewhat," she says calmly. "To tell you the truth, at first, I was only in it for the money. Then one called Amelios, a servant of the Strife Lords kidnapped my mother and used her as a bargaining chip…and shield." The mere mention of his name seems to upset her. "It became personal after that, but after I heard how good of a person Amelios used to be before the Strife Lords manipulated him... I cannot forgive them for all the evil things they have done..." Kayla clenches her fists. It reminds me too much of how I used to be, she thinks to herself.
*Faralon's eyes bulge out at the mention of Amelios, almost in disbelief. He knew it was true, but he felt he had to ask anyway.*
: "A...Amelios...was he a Kyantol? Did he have fur instead of skin? A snout instead of a nose? Was he a cleric???"
"Aye, he was a kyantol, and a cleric," Kayla says sadly.
*Faralon frowns.*
: "I see...Yes, I don't know if you heard this or not, but he used to be with our group. The Strife Lords corrupted him and used him. We fought him a few times ourselves, hoping to be able to rip him from their pull, but...I guess it could not be helped."
"Aye...Sulia told me." Kayla sighs. "It's a shame what happened to him. I think all we can do is hope that he has found some measure of peace."
: "I hope you don't mind if I change the subject...I have another question. What's it like, traveling with the legendary Max?"
Kayla rubs her chin thoughtfully. "How do I put this?... It's a bit frightening and yet so exciting at the same time. I mean, given what I am, I thought Max would not take kindly to me, but he is surprisingly down to earth for a hero of legend."
*Faralon nods. Exactly as one might expect...*
: "Any idea where he is? I'd really love to talk to him."
Kayla shrugs. "I wish I knew. Sorry."
*Faralon shrugs as well.*
: "It's all right. I'll get to talk to him sooner or later, I'm sure. Say...Does Max give you lot squads in combat as well? That's how our force has been doing it. It gets rough at times, but I think as a whole it's proved to be an effective way of doing things."
"You mean your force is divided into different squads? No, we fight as one unit. It has worked for us thus far, but I suppose there is always room for improvement."
*The bard smiles and nods.*
: "Yes, it took us a while to get to a comfortable point - even now there are some rough spots...Heh. Anyway, it was nice talking to you, Kayla, but I am very anxious to talk to Max, no offense. He's a legend, and I would be a fool not to take this opportunity."
"Oh of course, I understand." Kayla smiles. "Perhaps we can talk another time."
*Faralon nods.*
: "I'm sure we will. Let's just hope next time it isn't on the battlefield, eh?"
Kayla laughs a little bit. "Aye."
: "All right. See you again soon!"
*Faralon waves, turning as he does so, wandering off into town to look for Max.*

Posted by: Nightmare Fri May 25, 2007 8:19 am
((Gorrik leveled up. Level 5 Paladin / Level 2 Fighter / Dwarven Defender 5 +1 STR +10 HP +1 BAB +1 Defensive Stance per Day
Gorrik gained Divine Might))
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
: After watching the Gnome head off to his own business, Gorrik seemed to meander around the villiage absentmindedly before running into Sorel. "Sorel, I was wonderin' if ye had a momen'." Gorrik asked.
:"What?" Sorel asks. He stares at elves going about their business, one hand in his spell component pouch, the other on his staff.
: "Well..." The paladin was reluctant to bring the topic up, but felt he had to. "I was talkin' te tha' Gnome earlier. Quite an odd fellow, bu' tha's no' the point... Apparen'ly tha' cleric we fough' while Dam was off bein' taken in by the devils... Well, his wife's here in the group of our new friends. I was thinkin' tha' since we woulda been the las' bunch te see him alive, perhaps we shoul' speak te her about i'."
:Sorel shakes his head. "She knows."
: "Ah, did ye talk to her about i'?" Gorrik asks, "Or did someone else tell ye she knew?"
:Sorel waves his hand. "A dozen conversations. Casual, light-hearted, grave. If she speaks to even one of us, she will find out. Such knowledge..." He sighs, rubbing his eyes. "Such knowledge has a way of finding you."
: "I suppose tha' makes sense then." Gorrik rubs the back of his neck nervously, "I hope she understan's why we di' wha' we di'..."
:"If she does not, then I will hear of it," Sorel says grimly.
: "Aye, tha' sort o' thing'd be hard te avoid I suppose."
:"You have no idea," Sorel says quietly. "Excuse me, Gorrik, but I...I need some time to think. Excuse me." He begins to walk away quickly.
~~~~~~~~~~
: After an eventfull day around the Elven villiage, Gorrik spots Gail, remembering what Zook had said earlier. "Ah Gail, there ye are." He stated in his typical joyous mood as he approached.
: Gail halts her roaming as the voice reaches her ears, turning to see a familiar face. "Oh, Gorrik. What there something you wanted to speak to me about?" She asks, an inquisitive smile on her face.
: "Aye, wha' is i' tha' ye an' tha' quirky Gnome seem te know bu' aren' sharin' with the rest of us?" Inquired the Dwarf.
: "I could ask why you're taking such an interest in it," the angelborn replies, her silver brows raised.
: "Well, I was talkin' with him, an' he seemed te have some interest in ye. Almos' seemed like he had a crush on ye." Gorrik let out a hearty chuckle. "I suppose, I was jus' wonderin' if there was some sort o' history between the two o' ye."
: Gail manages a blank stare at the dwarf, blinking in a confused manner before she shakes her head, silver locks swaying from side to side as she chuckles. "I can assure you, Gorrik, the history we share is rather limited, and from what I gathered when I spoke to him, it wasn't that."
: "Really? 'Cause he seemed awfully fond of ye when I las' spoke te him. He even wanted me te give you his regards." Gorrik says with a friendly wink and a little nudge.
: Gail sighs as her peer tries his hand at the art of suggestion, the slight edge of annoyance carrying in his voice. "I'd appreciate it if you trusted my opinion; I spoke with him as well, and saw no signs of what you're currently hinting at."
: "Very well, I shall mention i' no more." The Dwarf says with a large grin.
: "I appreciate it," Gail says, a thankful smile showing through. It fades for a moment, though, only to appear again. "By the way, I've been wondering...what do you think of our new allies?"
: "I think tha' they're very much like us. There seems te be a lo' tha' our frien's have in common. An' jus' like us, the strife lords seem te be after them."
: "Yes, I thought much the same," Gail responds, though a strange silence passes over her. Snapping out of her reverie, she looks to her peer, bowing. "I apologize...I've been tired of late, and it seems to be affecting my efforts to concentrate. Might we continue this some other time?"
: "Aye, whenever ye feel up fer a good chat, jus' le' me know." Gorrik says with a friendly pat on the back.
The maiden nods, leaving for the shade of a nearby tree.

Posted by: Rusty Fri May 25, 2007 8:33 am
*Ombligo happily floats over towards the massive robotic armor that Cedric looked at before. Curious as he is, Ombligo can't pass up the opportunity to look at the big shiny metal thing, not having the slightest clue what it is or what it's for.*
Zook putters around in ADAM, despite the fading light. The sound of banging metal reaches Ombligo's ears.
*Ombligo blinks, floating higher, examining ADAM from all sides. He thinks aloud to himself.*
: "What is this thing...?"
There is a sharp clang followed by a grunt of pain. A small head pops out from the cargo compartment of ADAM, looking around in the dark. A hand snakes out to rub a bump on his head. "Who's there?"
*The curious magic creature blinks. Realizing what happened, he struggles to keep from laughing as he replies.*
: "O...Ombligo!"
"What's an Ombligo, and why are you standing out there?" Zook asks, climbing out all the way and grabbing a light.
*Ombligo looks at the gnome curiously. He hadn't seen many about as small as himself.*
: "No, you don't get it. My name is Ombligo! I'm a magic creature!"
"Oh," Zook says, still rubbing his head, half out of confusion and half out of pain, "My name is Zook. I'm a short man."
: "So I noticed. Are there many like you?? And what is that thing you were just in?"
"Nope," Zook says, "I'm the only one of Zook. And that" he jerks his thumb back, "is the only one of ADAM."
*Ombligo rubs his shell, a little confused.*
: "What? I thought Adam was that thing that always hangs around Max?"
"No..." Zook says, pointing at ADAM. "This is ADAM. I'm Zook. And you're Ombligo."
*Ombligo continues to rub his shell, looking even more confused than before.*
: "So there's another Adam?"
Zook shakes his head. "No, just the one. I made it myself."
: "But there's someone on our forced called...Wait, you made that??? Wow! How did you make that???"
"I found parts and put them together," Zook says, patting the armor plating. "It's sort of like a jigsaw puzzle, except most of the pieces are scattered all over and hidden. Also they're usually trying to kill you."
*Ombligo giggles.*
: "I guess you're pretty tough, then, huh?"
Zook giggles in a voice much higher than his speaking voice, almost frightening. "Oh, heavens no. I've got no place on a battlefield. I built this to keep from getting killed, more than anything else. Additional Defense, Additional Mobility. I'll tell you what else, I'm no whiz at naming things."
: "Well, you're good at jigsaw puzzles!"
"Imagine being forced between getting really good at jigsaw puzzles or getting blown up. You'd get good at jigsaw puzzles, wouldn't you?"
: "Me? No, I'd just cast a spell!"
Zook frowns. "So when you said you were a magic creature, what you meant was you were a tiny floating sorcerer?" He throws his hands up hastily. "Sorry, I didn't mean to assume you were a sorcerer. I just have this notion that sorcerers are childlike. Must be from talking to Isyndel..." he murmurs.
: "Well, I may be young, and I may be a Sorcerer, but I'm not exactly immature. I guess most people might see me that way, but Cedric was sort of like Sorel and could take me seriously...So that has to account for something."
Zook waves his hand dismissively. "Being taken seriously is overrated. Better to be underestimated. Especially when you're packing something. Besides, it's harder to have fun when people take you seriously."
: "Hmm, I never really thought about it like that. Maybe that's why Sorel doesn't smile as much now - he's been more serious than ever as of late."
"Sorel's the one that dies a lot?" Zook asks. "I imagine that'd put a damper on your day in a hurry."
: "Both he and Mahler fell in combat recently...it...I really hate it. I can't even protect them, no matter how hard I try. At least they keep getting back up..."
"You don't get to protect people from that," Zook says, "And you really shouldn't want to. That's how you treat a child. Someone you don't trust to make their own decisions. Just be there when he gets up."
*Ombligo floats up and down, possibly signifying a nod.*
: "Okay...You're pretty smart, Zook. Say, how old are you? I'm less than a year in human years, myself..."
"I'm about 20 in human years," Zook says. "But I've lived closer to 54. Well, no, I've really only lived the past few months. But I've been alive about 54 years."
: "Wow! That's cool - so you're fighting the bad guys now too, huh? Did it take you that long to build ADAM or were you just not sure fighting was right for you until now?"
"I first used ADAM a few months ago. Not really done with it, it's not really the kind of thing you finish. And I'm still not sure fighting is right for me," Zook says, adding something else under his breath.
*Ombligo blinks.*
: "Then why do you fight?"
Zook opens his mouth to speak, then shakes his head. "I'm not gonna lie to you, kid. I was thinking about it earlier today, trying to come up with a reason." He shrugs. "I almost had it."
: "Aww...Maybe you're here because you have to be? I mean, not that anyone's forcing to stay here, right? But maybe you're fighting because it's such a large threat that it's worth going through the trouble of fighting?? I mean, if nobody put up any resistance, the Strife Lords would've won by now, and who knows what they'd have done..."
"That's a good reason, I suppose," Zook says. "As good as any other."
: "So maybe that's it. Well, if you do find out for sure, let me know. I know why I'm fighting, but I'd feel a little more comfortable if I knew you knew why you were fighting too. I hear enough doubt from Gail!"
Zook laughs. "That's a funny choice of words. Doubt. Not bad, just...funny."
: "Hehe, I guess. You know, I hadn't been in my right state of mind for a while, but I'm there again. I promised Gail I would do everything I could to keep her spirits up, and I haven't forgotten that. Though I guess it's probably easier to do now than it was back when Xadoss was right in front of us, huh? Even so, regular check-ups couldn't hurt, right?"
"Check-ups? You a doctor now?" Zook asks.
: "Haha, no, but funny you should say that...We had a guy on the force that was a doctor, I think. At least, he called himself a doctor. Doctor Coventry was his name...But...he was killed..."
"Oh? So where is he?" Zook asks.
: "I think they said he was floating down a river or something...We had to use magic even just to find him, and I guess it wasn't too clear exactly where he was."
"Ouch," Zook says, wincing. "That's pretty rough."
: "Yeah...We lost another force member before then, too. Nail...he was a birdman. He was kind of quick to act. He was brave...but I guess that's what happens in battle."
"Sounds like you've been pretty unlucky," Zook says.
: "That, or we've been lucky enough for the rest of us to survive. I don't know which. Before I would've said unlucky, but after meeting the Strife Lords, I'm not so sure anymore."
"'Not so sure anymore'. What happened to no doubt?"
: "Haha, I never said no doubt. I just said I hear enough from Gail. Like with cards, if there's ever no doubt to something, you're cheating."
"I don't like gambling," Zook says. "Too much math."
*Ombligo giggles.*
: "Yeah, and losing money can probably be a burden on ADAM, right?"
"It's not the losing money, it's the math. There are two million, six hundred thousand possible 5-card hands in a deck. One million, one hundred thousand possible permutations that get you a matching pair, which is...42.3% odds for the weakest playable hand. For the best, you're talking about 40 possible combinations, out of that 2.6 million, or a probability of" Zook ticks off on his fingers rapidly, "Zero point zero zero one five four percent. Odds of roughly 65,000 to 1." He shakes his head. "Not my kind of odds."
*Ombligo looks very confused.*
: "I just um...play the game and watch my opponents' expressions and moves. I never really needed math for it...Wait, did you really figure out all of those numbers in a manner of seconds?!"
"What? Well, I cheated, kinda. I used my fingers."
*Ombligo giggles.*
: "I guess that's how you were sure."
Zook snorts. "Probability is about as far from certainty as you can get."
*Ombligo laughs, noting his error.*
: "True. Well, anyway, I'm just glad everyone's not at each others' throats now. That was a bad scene back there and I don't think anyone was ready to deal with something like that if a fight broke out."
"Wasn't really everyone at each other's throats," Zook says quietly. "One guy on each side whose temper got the best of him, and a handful who wanted to make grandiose speeches. Most everyone else just sort of looked on."
: "I guess...Heh, it's just nobody was really willing to listen. I'm glad it's settled now, though. I think we can even stop Xadoss with this many force members, especially if what Cedric was true about you guys!"
"Oh, we'll win," Zook says. "I'm pretty close to being sure of that. What bothers me is two things. One, how many people are we going to lose. Two, what happens after."
: "Yeah..."
"My thoughts exactly."
: "Oh, sorry! I just realized you were probably doing somethign important there. I'm sorry if I interrupted your work."
"It's alright," Zook says, smiling. "Sometimes you get sick of playing with puzzle pieces."
: "Hehe, yeah. I'd go crazy if I did the same thing all the time."
"Tell me about it."
*Ombligo covers his mouth with his tentacle.*
: "Er, not that you necessarily do that all the time! I'm just saying."
"No, I do do that all the time. Necessarily. And I'm quite mad." Zook says, rolling his eyes back into his head, leaving only the whites visible. He lets out a shrill giggle and hunches down, like a feral ape.
*Ombligo flinches, not really sure if Zook's being serious or joking. Either way, the magic creature lets out an amused laugh.*
Suddenly the tinker straightens up, clearing his throat. "So, uh, isn't it past your bedtime?" he says sternly.
: "I can go to sleep whenever I want to...But I guess it is kind of late. The last battle was rough, and now that I'm in a nice comfortable town again, I think I should probably try and get as much rest as I can. It was nice talking to you, Zook."
"Nice talking to you, too, Ombligo." Zook says, waving.

Posted by: Alpha Fri May 25, 2007 5:28 pm
Still wandering the forest and still deep in thought, Tanis notes that he should have arrived back at the village by now. Sighing in resignation at the fact he may have missed it altogether, something he'd be very embarrassed to tell anyone of his tribe, he stops at a tree. Looking up at the criss-crossing branches, he begins to climb, to get a view of the surrounding area.
*Sitting in a tree, Merkass surveys the surrounding land, pondering the events to come and the quality of the warriors who are their new allies. He spots another Catfolk, a sight he had not expected to see, taking to his tree. He waits until the newcomer has ascended.*
: Looking for something?
Hearing the words spoken in feline, Tanis stops dead, mainly in shock and surprise, but another part of him feels some hope. Looking up at Merkass, seeing the catfolk sitting there, he smiles slightly.
: “I was looking for my way back to the elven village,” he explains, also speaking in feline, albeit a slightly different dialect. “But that doesn’t seem so important now.” Pulling himself up to the same bough as Merkass, he continues. “Greetings. I am Tanis Nedassar, of the Flying Eagle clan.” And he bows slightly.
*Merkass bows his head slightly.*
: Merkass, Pouncing Lion Clan.
Tanis nods, before speaking again.
: “Can I assume you’re a member of Cedric’s Force then, rather than living in this area? To my knowledge, there aren’t any tribes around here.”
*Merkass affirms Tanis' suspicions with a nod.*
: I am with Cedric, acting as archer and scout. You are with - Sorel, is it? - I presume?
: “Yes, that’s right. Though the leadership of our group is split up between Sorel, Gail and the Hero Max at times. I’m a warmage, acting as the main offensive arcane caster of our Force,” he says, slightly uncomfortably.
: A warmage? I've heard a little of those. Your aid will be greatly appreciated. From where have you travelled?
Tanis smiles at Merkass’ reply. It hadn’t totally been what he’d expected.
: “I myself am from North Parmecia. It is where my tribe is and the city I trained in is also located there. Our Force however, has travelled over vaster distances,” Tanis says. He takes a deep breath before he continues. “We started out not so far from here, in Hassan. From there, we went north to Ribble, and went through a magic tunnel to Grans Island. A…problem with a magic portal there landed us in a ruined Guardiana. We were teleported from there by a strange power, saving us from Erebus and Shailtor. We ended up at Devil’s Tail, which is the other side of mountains west of here. On our way to this village, we encountered Xadoss, and were lucky to get through relatively unscathed. Arriving here has been a relief to all, I’d guess,” he finishes, out of breath.
*Merkass ponders Tanis' brief description of transpired events. He latches on to the mention of Hassan, particularly.*
: So it was your group that cleared the devils out of Hassan. We arrived by boat not long after a large battle had taken place.
Tanis’ face drops at the mention of that battle, the memories still painful, if only distantly so.
: “Yes…yes that was us. It seems so long ago now, but that was the first battle our Force fought together in. It didn’t go too well, but we’ve improved vastly since then.” Tanis then notes that Merkass mentioned Cedric’s Force had arrived by boat. “You say you arrived by sea? Where then did you journey from?”
: Before coming to Hassan, we found a ship in Rudo and set sail for Parmecia. On the way we encountered a Kraken and the master tinker Kokichi. Our journey started in Cypress as a mission to find out about the cult. Cult locale after cult fortress we travelled, destroying the remnants of all evil we could. We encountered numerous lost souls of the Ancients, corrupted by the Strife Lords. *Merkass lifts the dogtag of the Silence for Tanis to see.* We eventually bested each of them, this one the last, their sniper. We even lost one of our own to their side, Amelios, who was a cleric of Mitula. Shailtor corrupted and took him, though we eventually defeated both. Shailtor took him away as he retreated, preventing us from redeeming him. It is my understanding you encountered him?
Tanis takes the information in, extremely interested in all Merkass has to say.
: “I believe we may have encountered one, maybe two of these lost souls you speak of. Gilliam, an Ancient in cyborg form who travels with us, seemed quite put out after an encounter we had earlier with a shade type creature. And we have met a creature known as the Swarm, though luckily we did not have to fight such a being.”
Upon reaching the subject of Amelios, Tanis’ voice turns sombre.
: “Yes, we encountered him. He had taken hostage a young child and the mother of a member of our Force, Kayla. We split into two groups to save both. I was in the one that faced Amelios, but I was unconscious most of the battle. As such, I was not witness to his final moments, but it was Sorel that finally defeated him.”
*Merkass sighs.*
: It is unfortunate Amelios met his end as he did. I was angered by his defection, but had all hopes of bringing him back. The cyborg you travel with is an Ancient? I must speak with him, then.
: “Yes, Gilliam is from the time of the Ancients. I do not know too much about him, as I haven’t spoken to him often. Though I expect he is back at the village, should you wish to find him,” Tanis says.
*Merkass slowly nods.*
: I will at some point. What are your plans for the coming battle?
: “Plans?” Tanis asks, contemplatively. “I am not entirely sure, to be honest. More often than not, our group has been forced into battle through ambush, and we have rarely had opportunities for planning.” He pauses for a moment. “However, I suspect I shall be placed wherever my offensive arcane skills can be used best. How about you? Are you the outrider for your group?”
: I will most likely go ahead alone or possibly with Kyoji and one of you infiltrators, such as Kayla, whom I spoke with earlier, to scout and find out more about our target. Once the battle begins, I will provide ranged support.
Tanis nods at this, expecting as much.
: “I see.” Then, he asks the question he’d wanted to know the answer to since the meeting had begun. “Merkass, if you do not mind me asking, where are you from? Where is your tribe?” he asks, tentatively.
: The Pouncing Lion clan lives not far outside of Cypress on the stretching plains to its West.
Tanis smiles at hearing this.
: “I am truly glad to hear of another tribe. The numbers of my own tribe have been slowly dwindling, and…and now,” Tanis stops, not wanting to talk about Kria’s tribe. “I have had some fears about catfolk diminishing in this world, and it has also been a concern of my tribe elders. They will be both relieved and pleased to hear that this is likely not the case,” he says, his smile returning.
((to be finished soon))

Posted by: Dark Maiden Fri May 25, 2007 9:16 pm
"Hello," comes a young male voice from not to far in front of Ignatius. Leaning against a tree only a few feet away is a male elf clad in dark blue robes and a cloak. His hair is long and ebony in color and braided, and his skin is quite pale. He looks at the half-vandal kindly with bright ruby red eyes.
"Sorry about the trouble our leader caused, he's not usually like this." Damas walks over to Ignatius and holds out his hand. "My name is Damas."
Ignatius shakes the hand. "Ignatius," he says.
"Pleased to meet you," Damas says with a smile. He lowers his arm back down to his side and looks around for a moment before looking back at Ignatius. "So, how do you like the village so far?"
"It's ok, I guess," Ignatius says.
"I suppose it's kind of hard to judge when you haven't been here for very long, isn't it?" Damas shrugs. "I guess I just feel at home here because I'm an elf." Damas pauses for a minute before he speaks again. "So, tell me Ignatius, what do you do, if you don't mind my asking."[/color]
"I'm an adventurer," Ignatius says.
"I'm an adventurer too, but more specifically, a magic user."[/color]
"I use something like that," Ignatius says.
"Really? I wonder...what the nature of-" Damas cuts himself off and shakes his head. "Oh, now I'm being rude, even thinking of asking such a question of someone I just met... My apologies."
Ignatius sighs. "Was there something you wanted?"
((This should be finished soon))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Fri May 25, 2007 11:55 pm

QUOTE (Dark Maiden @ Fri May 25, 2007 4:16 pm)
Damas cuts himself

lol

Posted by: Dark Maiden Sat May 26, 2007 12:14 am
[Oh shut up, you. ]

Posted by: Knight_019 Sat May 26, 2007 2:41 am
((Placeholder for TUM is an impatient ruler))

Posted by: Aldur Sat May 26, 2007 2:52 am
((TIGER KNEE!))

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat May 26, 2007 3:05 am
It failed. That was the thought that clung to Sorel as he trudges into the forest long after the sun had gone down. He was far from the lights of the village, and the way was dark, but he didn't mind. He knew exactly where he was going. His mind turned back to that afternoon, and the spell Arbeiten had cast on him. Sorel had gone to the cleric in the hopes of being able to dispel the curse of the statue. Arbeiten finished the incantation and touched the statue, nodding firmly, for that was the end of it. Sorel left the statue with him. He didn't get twenty paces before the familiar weight of it came back, dragging him down. Instead of turning back, Sorel kept walking, his steps as leaden and lifeless as the likeness of his wife.
Sorel continues to walk through the forest, making no sound as he steps through fallen leaves and underbrush. It wasn't far, now. He lifts his leg a little higher to cross a babbling brook that has cut through this part of the woods for decades, a step he has made ten thousand times before. The dense trees give way to a small clearing, and a towering, ancient oak.
He is home.
The old man lifts his eyes to the canopy, continuing to walk forward, dropping the staff at the base of the tree. Even in the dark, the leaves of this tree are a brilliant rose red. Gray hands outstretch to trace the rough bark of the tree, a familiar feeling. Sorel heaves a shaky sigh, reaching into his pouch and extracting the statue.
He kneels, the statue cradled in his hands. He whispers to it in the language of woods and wilds.
: "I am here. In this place, our home, after searching for you three times in the hereafter. I did not abandon you. I have kept my promise. But the earth is dying, and...I am not strong enough. Please, Oihane. Please, my love. Help me." Sorel opens his eyes, and finds them misted with tears.
The statue in his hands grows warmer. He looks down at it, its eyes seeming to shine like emeralds in the dark. It gets warmer, becoming hot to the touch. The eyes begin to flicker and dance like firelight, and the statue burns his hands, but Sorel can't let go. It softens, as if it was melting or coming to life. Still he cannot drop it. He squeezes it, embracing the heat, and it shatters, not into pieces of metal, but into a million green sparks, which hang in the air around him.
The sparks hang in the night air, still at first, but slowly they begin to swirl around Sorel. Faster and faster they spin, leaving green tracers in their wake. They are a blur when the stop, as still as they began, still and watching like a sky full of stars. Then they close around him, and enter his body. He is still for several minutes before a hand reaches out for his staff.
Sorel stands, tall and willowy, unbent by age. The gray and haggard lines of his face smooth and fill out, remnants of a past life. He appears as he did when the journey began, and feels a peace he has long since forgotten. One by one, the sparks leave his body, returning to their orbit around him, revolving so rapidly that they seem to form a single unbroken aura, glowing softly green and illuminating the base of the tree.
((A Promise Renewed!
Sorel loses one 6th level spell slot
Sorel learns his special, Embrace of Nature: Once per day, Sorel disperses the spiritual energy of the Fairy Woods to protect his allies, giving them an untyped bonus to AC that scales like the spell Barkskin, and allowing them to add his WIS modifier to their saving throws
Sorel regains the lost benefits of his Vow of Poverty))
He turns slowly, to depart the grove and return to the village, only to find someone standing behind them, someone his senses has failed to detect. Sorel's aura falls on a slender, feminine figure with dark brown skin and hair that matches the leaves of the tree above. She has eyes that shine in their own right, eyes Sorel recognizes as his own, eyes like emeralds in the dark.
: "Telanna'brielle," he says softly.
Telanna's wandering had taken her to the grove at sunset. She had been waiting there since, waiting for him and for this meeting. Her eyes cut into his, as if she were looking at the eyes of a mask.
: "Sorel," she says in a dull voice.
A dozen carefully prepared statements, platitudes, and apologies come to Sorel's mind, words he had prepared for this moment. "I...I did not hear you there," he says.
"No, you didn't," Telanna says, her voice carefully controlled.
"How long have you been here?" Sorel asks.
Telanna's eyes flash.
"Thirty years, this spring," she says, something trembling at the back of her throat.
"That is not what I--"
"I know what you meant!" Telanna spits, raising her hand reflexively, as if her first instinct had been to strike him. "Don't mistake me for someone else. I know exactly what you meant. I know exactly what you meant."
"You have every right to be angry," Sorel says, "There is no excuse for what I did."
Telanna can't restrain a laugh, musical and malicious. "That's it? That's the sage wisdom you used to counsel how many people to their deaths, how many abandoned because you just couldn't bring yourself to stay one moment longer. How many, old man? How many have you left behind?"
"Too many," Sorel says, moving a step closer to Telanna.
"You stay away from me!" Telanna shouts, raising a hand to defend herself against his encroachment. "You don't come one step closer. Not one step."
Sorel steps back, raising his hand in a conciliatory gesture.
Telanna's eyes flick to his staff.
"Where did you get that?" she asks, her voice soft and dangerous. "How long have you been walking around held up by that mockery of a--you know what, forget it. I don't care." Her hands ball into fists, her body shaking with anger. "I could kill you right now," she says, matter-of-factly, her even tone a stark contrast to her body language.
"It would not be the first time," Sorel says quietly.
"Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?" Telanna asks, composure rapidly failing as her eyes fill with tears. "Is that what you want? Is that what you need? My pity. Too bad. I bet the leader you left behind pitied you, you snivelling, pathetic old man. I bet that's how you got close enough to him for you to take his spot after you let him die."
"I...I am sorry," the old man replies, at a loss for words.
Telanna shakes her head in disbelief, tears streaming down her face. "I don't believe you," she says, "All these years I spent hating you and now you can't do anything but beg my forgiveness? I thought you were a bad man, an evil man, but you can't even measure up to that. You're worthless. Go away," she says, venom filling her voice. "I don't ever want to see you in this place again. I don't ever want to see you again. If you die tomorrow, don't come back. Save it for a live worth saving."
Sorel opens his mouth to speak, but closes it again, walking past her and out of the grove.
Telanna turns and watches him leave, before backing into the trunk of the oak and sliding down, sobbing.

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Sat May 26, 2007 3:35 am
A low rumbling reverberates through the air the morning of the assault. The clouds in the sky above the ancient base writhe and twist as something gigantic begins to descend. "They've begun," Lisa notes as the first of the explosions shakes the air.
Lances of light streak from the ground to the sky and explosions fill air and ground around the base.
"Then let us do the same." Cedric remarks, mounting his noble steed with a frown, "I've sent Lady Yeesha and Simone to the capital, King Nick will watch over them."
As the group nears their enemy, Cedric prays for the goddess to favor him in the task before him.
The rumbling and rhythmic thumping of explosions is a steady backdrop as you march towards the mountain and the facility buried deep within.
From the writhing clouds eventually emerge three great vessels of metal, pitted and scarred from battle. Explosions crack against their hulls as they trade fire with whatever defenses of the base fire upon them from the mountain.
As you near the mountain the great battle is clearly visible even from a distance. Machines fight monsters, soldiers fight undead, death and struggle dominate the landscape. Gargantuan monstrosities several stories tall struggle with titans of steel. The hundred hands of the abominations lash out with blacksteel swords that pierce and tear through armor as the titanic machines they fight.
"The fighting seems to be concentrated around the base's front... I don't see anything around the back entrance," Gilliam notes.
A grim silence settles over the party as they finally reach their destination. In the distance, pillars of fire rain down on the battlefield from the sky.
Carved into the earth like a scar is the crescent canyon. Shattered steel plates and broken pipes jut from the ground like cracked bones, a grim reminder that this ruin was once a mighty fortress.
"We're in position... but where is Xadoss?" Max asks, quietly.
"He'll appear when we near the entrance... I'd stake my like on it," Lisa says.
"And ours as well it appears," Gilliam murmurs.
"We will find out soon enough," Sorel says calmly.

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat May 26, 2007 3:59 am

QUOTE (Sighrus @ Thu May 24, 2007 7:01 pm)
VoxPVoxD: ((what's irony precious)) cyrus v 2877: [It is ferrous, I suppose.]

(Haha. Like the time I ordered Sulia to talk to Faralon about getting tempted by that fiend?)
Isyndel
Haste: Isy, Aurik, Laika, Telanna, Castor, Van, Merkass, Cedric, Kethra, Zook. Kyoji, Ash, Gabe, Rachel (For Reference)
Cedric - As the group moves into position.
Protection from Evil: 3 Minutes : Cedric
Divine Favor : 1 Minute : Cedric
Cedric - As the group advances.
Power Surge: 4 Rounds : Cedric / Divine Shield : 7 Rounds : Cedric
Divine Sacrifice: 3 Round : Cedric

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat May 26, 2007 4:31 am
Sorel's buffs, pre-battle ------------------------------ Sorel - Eyes of the Avoral, Owl's Insight Graigus - Spikes, Brambles, Bull's Strength, Lion's Charge Mahler - Lion's Charge
Telanna's buffs, pre-battle
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Telanna - Blindsight, Bite of the Werebear, Energy Immunity[Fire], Sheltered Vitality

Posted by: Sighrus Sat May 26, 2007 4:35 am
Gail's only buffs are Blessed Aim and Strength of Stone. Other than that, she's good.

Posted by: Kaihaku Sat May 26, 2007 4:54 am
"Enough, for doom or destiny, we act…" Cedric declares, drawing his mighty weapon with a grim light in his eyes, "Advance from the west and the south, let us strike down this foe of all that is good." He then urges his steed forward.

Posted by: Rusty Sat May 26, 2007 9:32 pm
((Leaving this one open for a short time for RPG things that happen before the battle. I'll probably have one later, myself.))

Posted by: Knight_019 Sun May 27, 2007 4:51 am
((Awesome, I posted in the wrong SFCW3!))

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Mon May 28, 2007 12:13 am
((Part I)) The room of the inn was rather small, most of the accommodations already being inhabited by either the Force or elves whose homes had been destroyed during the battle of the village. A small bookcase stuffed with a hodge-podge of tomes and librams covering a random assortment of subjects, a window to let in the sun, and a small table with a lantern on it were the only furnishings in the room besides the bed. Max had had to borrow a chair from the tavern area downstairs, not that the keeper begrudged the living legend it. If anything, the innkeeper seemed ready to hand it, and anything else Max wanted, over with a smile and a bow. Max sighed and leaned back in the chair. That's part of why he hid himself away... People seeing him as a hero, an ideal rather than a person. Others might exult in the attention, but Max never quite saw why. Every time he overheard increasingly taller tales of his exploits he inwardly cringed, wanted to explain how he had only led a wonderful team of people just like him, that they'd all done an equal part to stop the Dragon from rising.
It never worked. No one could ever believe the reality rather than their dream. Hell, he couldn't even stop two groups from nearly killing each other and people thought he was some sort of grand hero?
Max sighed and leaned forward, eyes on the figure in the bed. Still sleeping was the queen of Guardiana, the wizardess who'd fought at his side for the long months of the Shining War, the woman who he heard had sent out search party after search party looking for him... The woman who he couldn't afford to speak to, couldn't allow himself to see while he hunted for the last remnants of the Devil Army and their devious leaders. The woman who'd been kidnapped while he battled Mishaela.
The woman whose mind had been assaulted by the vile Lords of Strife.
“Anri...” Max whispered, feeling old and tired in his armor, forged only a month ago yet now battleworn. The faces of his friends, old allies and battle comrades floated before his vision. Stories of the grief they'd shown at his disappearance echoed in his mind, the little information he could get about his friends.
“What did I do... What did I do to all of you...” Max swallowed, his voice becoming hoarse. “I... I just wanted to make sure all of you were safe. If word got out I was still alive, they'd know...”
Max shook his head, a bitter expression on his face.
“I'm making excuses... I should've sent some word... A coded message, a hint... anything! But...” Max looked at the sleeping queen with anguish. “I... I never dreamed that my absence would cause such suffering... or that the journey would take so long.”
Tears formed on the warrior's face.
“I... I... Damn it... I'm so stupid...” Max said, slumping forward, hands on his face. “Anri... I'm so sorry...”
The exhausted warrior slumps in his chair, sleep finally taking him as well, his strength giving out at last.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Tue May 29, 2007 12:51 am
"Good morning, Ombligo," Sorel says, stepping into the magic creature's room. It is still dark outside. *Ombligo stretches out his tentacles full length, in a yawn. As he speaks, he chuckles.* : "It's a good thing I went to bed early." "A good night's sleep is important before a battle," Sorel says, "or so I would imagine, at least."
: "Yeah... Anyway, good morning Sorel. How are you doing?"
"Better in many ways, worse in a few others," Sorel says. Ombligo notices he looks much healthier than he has in a long time. "Did you get a chance to talk to anyone from the other force?"
: "Yeah! Let's see...I talked to Cedric, Telanna, and Zook. I went to sleep after talking to Zook, so I haven't really had a chance to speak with anyone else yet. I heard a little about some of the others, though."
"You spoke to Telanna?" Sorel says, a strange inflection in his voice. "I bet she loved you."
*Ombligo blushes.*
: "She said she likes me, yeah. She's nice. Hey! You know, she said a friend of hers was also named Sorel. Isn't that a funny coincidence? Sometimes it seems like such a small world."
Sorel's face is strained and unreadable. "Ombligo, I am going to tell you something. Something I have not told anyone else, something I found out only a few hours ago."
*Ombligo blinks, his interest peaked; he is completely serious.*
: "Go ahead, Sorel. You can tell me anything."
Sorel pulls a chair out and sits in it. "It is strange," he says, "I cannot remember the last time I sat in a chair before today, and today I have done it twice. I have a child, Ombligo. A daughter."
*Ombligo's eyes open wide. A father... It takes him a second to actually get the words out.*
: "You're a father?? But where's your daughter, Sorel? Is she safe??"
"Oh yes," Sorel says, not looking at Ombligo but rather staring out the window. "She is very safe and very healthy. She has a beautiful name. Telanna'brielle."
*Ombligo covers his mouth, blushing a bit and his eyes are larger than ever.*
: "Whaaaaaaaaa?!!!"
"Telanna is Sylvan for lark," Sorel says, as if he didn't notice Ombligo's reaction. "That's why she chose it, I suppose. She knew I'd be back, and that our daughter would be here. Our lark."
: "Wow...so that's why she was asking about you...and you just found out?!"
"I have not been here since I left, nearly thirty years ago," the druid replies, his voice becoming hoarse, "Not since my wife died, to hide Telanna from me."
: "But why would she hide your daughter from you....? No, sorry, maybe I shouldn't have asked that..."
"Dryads do not age, Ombligo," Sorel says. "They live forever, in the same youth and vitality, the same energy. As long as they do not separate from the tree to which they are bound. She," Sorel says, looking down at his feet. "She did not want to see me get old. Did not want to see me die. She knew that if I knew about Telanna, I would never leave her. That I would grow old and die in that grove, and that she would have to bury me, and then go on living forever." He looks up, at Ombligo. "The immortal place a different sort of value on life."
*But if she's immortal, how did she die?...*
: "I see...Well um...congratulations. I think you have a nice daughter."
*Not sure what else to say or do, Ombligo floats forward and wraps his tentacles around the druid, hugging him.*
Sorel laughs. "Thank you, Ombligo. Thank you very much." After the magic creature releases his embrace, Sorel sighs again. "That is, Ombligo, only half of what I found out."
*Ombligo smiles, then gets more serious again.*
: "There's more?"
"Yes," Sorel says, his voice filling with terrible sadness. "My daughter hates me. She hates me more than she can bear."
: "But why?! Why would anyone hate you, Sorel??"
"Because I left," Sorel says, "Because I abandoned her."
: "But you didn't know..."
"What does that matter now?" Sorel says bitterly. "How do you tell someone that has felt something so strongly for their entire lives, that what they believe is simply wrong? That what they hate does not exist? You cannot."
: "I'm...not sure I understand. Are you saying she'll hate you no matter what because she doesn't know the truth and refuses to believe it??"
"Would you believe someone who said, right now, that I was a devil in disguise, and had been the entire time that you have known me?" Sorel asks.
: "No......" *Ombligo falls silent for a moment. He looks at Sorel with a strong resolve. Though small in size, Ombligo's voice carries a bold tone to it.*
: "I...will talk to her, and don't try and stop me. Even if it means she'll hate me too, I don't care. You've done nothing wrong, you're both good people, and you're related, so you deserve a good relationship."
"I do not expect her to hate you, I expect her to ignore what you say," Sorel says. "But thank you, my friend. Perhaps I underestimate you."
*Ombligo smiles, not really sure what to say. He feels genuinely happy and can't really hide that.*
: "Sorel..."
"It is strange," Sorel says, "But on balance, I begin to think it is better to have a child who despises you than to have no child at all."
*The magic creature smiles, reasons coming to him naturally.*
: "Well, with having a child, there's always a chance they'll come around, right? Plus, there's being the father of a good kid that'll do good things that they couldn't have done if they didn't exist...Is that what you mean?"
"Yes, Ombligo," Sorel says, smiling slightly. "Yes, that is exactly what I meant."
***
"Good morning Ombligo!" Telanna says brightly, later that morning, refreshed by the sight of the magic creature. She sighs, turning more serious. "You ready for this?"
: "As ready as I'll ever be. How about you, Telanna?"
"The same." She sighs. "You have a plan?"
: "A plan? Well...No. I kind of try and do whatever I think needs to be done at the time. Generally, it works. Sorry if that's not very reassuring."
"That's a good a plan as any," Telanna says, smiling. "The important thing is just to stay close to someone you trust, I think. Don't get isolated."
*Ombligo's eyes try and give nothing away as he speaks. However, it is far too much to contain. He can't completely hide that he's trying to get at something else - something big.*
: "Who do you trust, Telanna?"
Telanna seems oblivious to Ombligo's deception. "Well, I trust the village elder, and Cedric, and the goddess." She grins. "And I trust you, Ombligo."
: "Why do you trust me already, Telanna? We just met. What if I turned into a big, mean monster on full moons?"
Telanna laughs. "I can turn into a big, mean monster at lunchtime. I trust you because I don't think you'd ever lie to hurt somebody." Her expression changes subtly, hardening. "Why?"
*Ombligo pauses for a moment.*
: "Well...do you trust your father?"
Telanna stares at Ombligo, not believing, for a long time. "Yeah," she finally says in a cold voice, "Yeah, I trust him, because he's predictable and I know exactly what he's going to do. He's going to prop himself up on good people -- like you -- until he decides you're in his way or not useful and then he's going to abandon you, no matter the consequences. He did it to my mother, he did it to Dicem, and he'll do it to you too, if you're not careful. So yeah, I trust him."
: "That's not true, Telanna...Sorel helped make me who I am. If you consider me good, consider that your father is very capable of goodness. Sorel only just found out about you when you told him. I'm sure he would've acted differently had he known. As for Dicem, Sorel didn't know that attacking that portal would send us elsewhere. He was probably hoping to stop enemies from coming in...Look...I'm not asking you to outright forgive him, and I can't expect you to - not immediately. But at least consider that maybe he's not as bad as you think..."
"So your defense of him is that he's stupid?" Telanna says sharply. "You know, I considered that, but that's one flaw I don't think he has. He's weak, and cowardly, and greedy, but he's not stupid. Oh no, he's not stupid. That would be too easy. He knows exactly what he did, and what he's doing, and what he's going to do."
: "Not stupid - ignorant. There's a huge difference! Sorel is the smartest and wisest guy I know. He's brave and stands up for his cause. He can be stubborn, but he's not a fool. But the point is, he didn't know, and you're not giving him the chance to make things right."
"You're wrong," Telanna says, "There's no way he didn't know what he was doing. No way. You're asking me to think that the things he was 'ignorant' about are the same things that got him where is he right now? Away from my mother, leading you all, and back here again?" She shakes her head. "You're wrong. Deluded, because you love him, because you're good and pure and you can't help but love him. But you're wrong."
: "No, I'm not. Sorel opens up to me because he trusts me. I trust him because he's a good person too. He takes me seriously, and I take him seriously. He gives everything to the needy and nothing to himself. He has made great sacrifices in battle..."[/color]
*Ombligo looks at Telanna, tears welling up in his eyes.*
: "Listen...Telanna...Sorel has died...more than once helping to take down devils and defend people. Like it or not, you're wrong! He IS a good person, and he WAS ignorant of your existence. I guess you're just too hurt to see that right now..."
"Yeah, he died, he told me, made sure that was the first thing I knew after he begged for forgiveness. How much he suffered. How bad it's been for him. You know what? I don't care. I'm glad he died. I hope he dies again, and has the sense to stay dead. I just hope he doesn't take you with him."
*Ombligo shakes with anger. Even though he knew she was hurting, Ombligo loses his temper.*
: "How can you be so...so cold?! What a horrible thing to say! Even if he scorned you willingly, there would be no excuse for such words! Wishing death on others...I don't even wish death on devils. I would prefer they just go away. I hate killing things...and I have to in order to survive because of the Strife Lords. But you're saying you're glad he died?! You hope he dies again?! Listen to you! What kind of person says such things? Do you really mean that???"
"You're damn right I do!" Telanna shouts. "And no amount of deluded child's babble is going to change my mind! You want to lie to yourself? You know what, fine. Lie to yourself. Tell yourself he's a good person. Someone worth caring about. Follow him into hell for all I care! Just don't be surprised when you call out, scared or sad or hurt or dying, needing his help, and he's gone." Her hands ball into trembling fists. "Anyway. Good luck. That's what I came over here to say."
: "Telanna, you're only hurting yourself! Holding a grudge won't help anyone, especially not you. I like you and I hate seeing you be like this...How someone so friendly can be so scornful is beyond me, but you need to drop it! I don't want any of my friends, you or Sorel included, to die. Moreover, I want you two to, at the very least, set aside your differences for now! You need to do that! What if Sorel needs you? What then?"
"I don't know," Telanna says. "I don't know how I'd react to that. Let's hope we don't find out. I don't want any death, not even his, on my head." She turns to leave. "Goodbye," she says curtly.
*Ombligo frowns as Telanna starts to leave.*
: "Please think about what I've said and consider it. I will do everything I can to help the both of you overcome the past."
Telanna stops, inhales sharply, and continues walking away.
***
Not long after sunrise, Sorel finds Gail preparing for battle. "Paladins take forever to get ready," he says, smiling slightly.
A slight grimaces appears on the paladin's face, but runs away quickly, replaced with a playful smirk. "That's the curse of possessions," she says in a faux icy tone, placing her rolled up bedroll on top of her pack. "You have to take them everywhere."
"Are you ready?" Sorel asks, tilting his head. The restored vitality is clear on his face and in his voice.
Gail nods, lifting the pack onto her shoulders as she raises to standing. Instead of marching, however, she looks to the horizon, watching the sun climb steadily higher. "How long has it been since you were last here?"
"Almost thirty years," Sorel says. He continues in a somewhat softer voice. "I never came back after what happened."
"I see. I...I wouldn't expect you to." Her head dips, trying to find what to speak of and how to say it. "She came to speak with me today...around the time dawn came, actually. I wasn't sure until I saw her eyes."
Some of the light leaves Sorel's eyes, and he looks down at the ground. "I... I expect it would not help to hear what you spoke of," he says.
Gail's clear blue eyes close, a deep sigh dragged from her lungs at the gravity of the coming words. "No...No, it wouldn't." Her head lowers further, ashamed she even mentioned the topic, and wondering what good she thought it would do.
"All that sadness and hurt and pain, that it is my responsibility to mend, and yet I am helpless, because she simply does not want to be helped." He shakes his head. "I did that to her."
"No, Sorel," the maiden says, turning to look him in the eyes. "She wants to be helped. That's the reason she came to me. She's angry and she's confused and she doesn't know what she can do to handle it. She needs your help; you just need to give it to her."
"I do not think it is as simple as you suggest," Sorel says, looking up, "But I hope beyond hope that you are right. I will speak to her, tonight, after the battle."
A smile of warmth and hope lights up Gail's face. "She'll listen." Looking past the druid, she sees a large group gathering, the glint of metal catching the light of the sun as they mill around. "We should get going," she mentions, nodding to the assembly. "Our troops are waiting, and it'll look bad if we're the ones late to the march."
Sorel nods in agreement, and the two walk off without another word spoken.

Posted by: Rusty Fri Jun 01, 2007 11:14 am
*Faralon sighs as he approaches the inn. Max certainly isn't an easy man to find. I feel like I've searched the town three times over and still no sign of him. Faralon steps into the inn and sees Max, sighing to himself. Of course - the inn. Why is it I checked there last? Suddenly, a sharp pain sets in the elf's stomach. A droplet of sweat trickles down his forehead and he finds himself shaking a bit. I'm...nervous? Of course...he IS a legend... Footstep by footstep, Faralon moves closer to Max, until what seems like an hour to Faralon passes and he is right at Max's table.*
: "M...Max?"
"Yes?" Max says, turning to regard the elf with tired eyes.
: "I'm sorry...I just can't get over it. You're the Max. Of the Shining Force. The wielder of the Chaos Breaker."
Max sighs. "Yep. That's me."
: "And this isn't a dream. I just...wow. Do you have any idea how famous you are? Every town I've ever been to, I've heard plenty of people mention your name, all in praise. Children playfight, pretending they're the great Max. Plays put on in your honor. Women swoon over the very name, and men would die for the chance to meet you. Tell me...what is it like being so famous?"
Max looks at Faralon for a long time before answering. "What's it like being famous? It's like being given an impos... No..." Max starts to speak, then stops and shakes his head. "You wouldn't understand unless you'd lived it. I didn't either."
: "An impossible what? You won't even say it?"
*Faralon frowns.*
Max sighs. "It's being given an impossible set of expectations to live up to. It's being told you're responsible for a hundred things you know you didn't do, that you know your friends did. It's not being able to change any of that."
: "I see. So you take everything good with the bad, whether or not any of it is your doing. I guess I should've expected some things could be false. Rumors and all...Still, how does it make you feel to be that famous?"
Max raises an eyebrow, then shakes his head. "It's not all its cracked up to be."
: "No? To be every child's hero is not good enough? To have songs written in your honor is not satisfying?"
*Faralon smirks at the last bit.*
"Not at all," Max says, getting up and ordering a mug of ale from the barkeep.
*Faralon follows Max.*
: "I thought so. So, have you spoken with Cedric? Or any other of
my allies, for that matter. I mean, since that initial meeting."
"Not yet. I'm waiting for them to hammer things out first," Max says. "They don't seem to have hit it off well."
: "Yeah...Hopefully they work that out. Cedric's been dealing with some pretty rough things lately. I know we all have, but in our own ways. I'm sure they'll work through it soon enough, so I'm not too worried. After all, with a common enemy in mind, it'd be pretty foolish to fight amongst ourselves, no? Anyway..."
*Faralon takes out his lute, smiling. By now, he was a fair less nervous.*
: "I'm not sure you've heard, but my name is Faralon, and I am a musician. Would you mind hearing some music? It might take your mind off things for a minute."
"By all means," Max says as he pays for his drink and takes a pull.
(Perform check total: 43.))
*Faralon begins to play his lute. He closes his eyes for a moment, putting all focus on the music. The tune is soft and light, but pleasant, not sad. It
carries a strange air to it - an air that tugs the soul a bit. Faralon is pleased with his own performance, and as he finishes playing, he smiles.*
"Very... Very nice..." Max says, closing his eyes as he wraps his fingers around his mug. "You've got great talent."
: "Really?? You mean that?"
*Faralon knew he did well in his performance, but even so, he was genuinely impressed that Max would say that - after all, Max is perhaps the most
traveled person he knows of - save maybe Boken.*
"I only say what I mean," Max says, taking a sip of ale.
*Faralon's face is beaming.*
: "Thank you. You have no idea how much it means to me to hear
you say that..."
*Faralon laughs.*
: "I'm sorry, you're probably wondering what role I play in combat,
huh? We're probably going to be fighting together, so it's probably a good idea to tell you."
"It might help. Please," Max says, gesturing for Faralon to continue.
: "This might sound funny, but I actually do play songs in battle, and that helps to give my allies determination. I also specialize in spells that rely on sound - specifically, sonics. I'm no wizard, but my magic generally proves to be sufficient, so when I'm not singing or playing my lute, I'm probably casting a spell or two."
*Faralon continues smiling. Will I really get to fight alongside the great Max? Fate is very kind to me.*
"You could just simply say you're a bard, you know," Max says, a hint of a grin touching his mouth.
: "That's far too generalized. Besides, I'm more than simply a bard. I don't mean to boast, but my magic is fairly potent. I also trained with a Cypress wizardess named Yeesha, and she taught me how to 'aim' my magic to avoid harming allies, if necessary."
"Impressive," Max says.

Posted by: VoxPVoxD Sat Jun 02, 2007 10:19 am
RP XP Totals Isyndel 400, Cedric 200, Merkass 400, Kayla 400, Faralon 400, Gorrik 400, Sorel 1000, Gail 400, Ombligo 600, Zook 200, Tanis 200, Damas 200, Ignatius 200, Max 400, Telanna 400 this includes the Faralon/Max scene not yet posted in the space above

Posted by: TheUnknownMarine Tue Jun 12, 2007 10:25 am
((Part II)) http://gh.ffshrine.org/song/1845/4 Max woke up much later, but not much was changed. The stars were outside now, leaving the room rather dark and empty. The hero fumbled in his pouch for a tindertwig to light the room's lamp with so he could see. Instead his fingers closed on the smooth, round surface of the Orb of Light.
The Orb of Light, the artifact pulled from the deepest of the fabled Caverns of Darkness below the Manarinan Mage Academy. The legendary talisman that called the Spirit of the Pool from its long slumber, the key to restoring the Chaos Breaker, the sphere that summoned souls back to their bodies...
It had been the first battle in which the Prin... no, even then she was the Queen of Guardiana had taken part in. She had been burning with a quiet rage, and that had found vent onto the enemies of Light that day. Fire and frost alike flew from her fingertips as she guided Max and the force deeper into the caverns. She was hurting even then.
”Are you sure you want to keep pressing yourself? You can take some time, you know...”
“Thank you, but it is as I said. We of royal blood have a sacred duty to perform.”
“All right... but if you need to talk, we're all here. I'm here.”
Over the course of the war the hurt had slowly seemed to subside, had seemed to fade as she laughed and talked with the other members of the Force. She had made friends and allies. Mainly with her fellow mage Tao, and later with a few others. Max hadn't noticed at first given Anri's proclivity towards avoiding some of the larger gatherings the force had despite Tao's urging. Max remembered with an inner chuckle one incident where Anri clutched his arm with a frantic look on her face as the chatter of one victory party went on in the background.
”Max! This constant gossiping is really getting to me. Get me out of here!”
Max obliged and invented an excuse for her to leave, something about looking over reports send to her by the Regent of Guardiana. In reality she talked with Max for a while, then withdrew to her room to read for a bit. When things were calmer, quieter, she had reappeared.
She had seemed to heal. The deaths of her father and the devastation of her kingdom still hurt, but it no longer seemed to consume her.
Then Max had vanished and the force disbanded. The old wounds opened with new ones to add to the count. Max cringed as he thought of the distress he'd apparently caused his old friends. His fingers closed around the Orb of Light, the object that had reminded him of happier times. He'd abandoned his friends to hunt the Devil Army... He hadn't seen another way during the hunt. But there had to have been another way...
“I'm sorry...” Max whispered. “I... I didn't know it would hurt you this much...”
The Orb grew warm to the touch. Puzzled, Max withdrew the artifact from his pouch and held it in front of him. The artifact glimmered with a soft, silvery radiance as it left Max's hand and floated over Anri's head. The light shed by the Orb radiated a feeling of calm and peace, the light pure and cleansing. Max walked closer, slowly, as if any sudden movement might halt the comforting glow. The light intensified as Anri stirred, shining down on her, bathing her in silver light. Anri screamed as the glow grew brighter, and Max snatched at the artifact in a panic. He was too late, though. The orb grew dim once more and feel into Max's hand just as he reached for it. Anri's body began to shine with the same radiance that the orb produced, causing details of her form to fade as the light grew brighter. Black, crawling runes appeared on her body, one by one shattering under the glow from the orb. Anri's screams swiftly lost volume, then she began to cough violently. The shattered runes crumbled and vanished as the light faded. Max's breath caught as Anri opened her eyes, her clear, ice blue eyes. She looked around in confusion. Then her eyes settled on Max and the confusion turned to shock.
“Ma... Max?” she said, breathlessly.
“I'm here...” Max said, moving to Anri's side.
“Max!” Anri said, throwing her arms around him and sobbing. “I... I'm me again... I... I... Oh, Light I remember everything... Everything I did... I... Oh, gods what have I done?!”
Max's face grew heavy with sorrow as he held her. For a moment nothing was said as the queen sobbed in his arms. After a few moments, Max found his voice. “Anri...” he said. “I... It's OK... It's all right now.”
“All right?” Anri said, pulling away and staring at Max with a tear stained face. That same face looked full of despair, sorrow, anger, fear, and guilt all at once. “I... I destroyed my kingdom... I... Everything my father did... Everything so many died for... ruined... by me...” Anri stopped for a moment, sobbing uncontrollably before continuing. “I... I remember aiding them in their dark rituals... I remember summoning the Castle... I remember raising troops as undead... Their... Their lies... Max... Max, I killed my kingdom! I...”
“Don't say that,” Max said, firmly. “You were under magical influence, control. We both know that you'd never...”
“But I did!” Anri said, covering her face with her hands. “I... I wasn't strong enough...”
“No!” Max shouted, looking at Anri with pained eyes. “Anri... You're not the only one who did terrible things under the control of devils.”
“I know...” Anri whispered. “Your brother, Kane...”
“Him too...” Max said, quietly. “But... also myself.”
“What?” Anri said in surprise.
“The reason I never contacted you... Any of you...” Max began to say. “I woke far from the Castle, Anri. The spell had thrown me miles away. But before I could meet up with anyone again, I found her. She had survived the battle at her Castle...” Max spat out the name. “Mishaela. She was gathering any that would heed her call in order to conquer this world with the Devil Army and ressurect Darksol. I hunted her for years... But in the end she overcame me and placed a Mask of Darkness on me. For a long... too long time, I served in, led a part of the Devil Army...” Max drew in a breath, shakily. “I... I know what it is to remember horrible deeds done while not in full control of one’s self. I know what it is to have terror and blood on your hands...” Max looked to Anri, his own eyes bleary and red with sorrow. “It is not your fault. To think that leads to your destruction... It is not your fault and you don't have to suffer for what you did as a tool of evil,” Max closed his eyes and held his forehead. “I ask you to believe that because... I have to believe that...”
“Max...” Anri said, softly.
“So please, don't condemn me or yourself,” Max said, looking at her intently. “We've both suffered enough...”
“Max... I... Thank you...” Anri said, the crying stopped. The Queen of Guardiana composed herself a little, breathing deeply.
I'm all right. Max, I appreciate your concern.
“I... I'll aid you again. Like in the old days,” Anri said quietly. “I'll fight the fiends that destroyed my kingdom as I fought those who slew my father...”
We of royal blood have a sacred duty to perform.
It's what my father would've wanted.
“Anri... You're with friends here. You can trust the people gathered here...” Max said. “You can trust me. We'll all be here for you,” Max looked down for a moment, then started to get up. “You'd better get a little more rest... a little more time. I'll go inform everyone that you're back to normal.”
“Wait...” Anri said, grabbing his hand. “Stay... Stay with me.”
“You... want me to stay with you?” Max said, a definite blush tinging his cheeks. Anri blushed and drew back.
“Not like that!” she said, swiftly. She frowned then, sadly. “I... I just... I need...”
“Anri...” Max said, concern swiftly overcoating his embarrassment.
“Damn it all...” Anri said, tears rolling down her cheeks. “I... I can't be alone right now. I can't. Max, I've been standing alone for so long, I can't do it anymore. Just... Please. Stay by my side... Talk with me. Look at me. I have no other friends here, not real ones... And... and I need a friend right now. Talk about anything you want, your new friends, places you've seen in your travels, stories you've heard... But don't go. Not yet. I need to talk with someone.”
”Not like before...”
I...I need to be alone for a while....
“Anri...” Max said, at a loss.
“Please,” Anri said, looking down. “Don't leave me again.”
“All... All right,” Max said sitting back down. “Stories... Let me tell you about the time Adam got chased out of a gnomish village...”

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